blue collar!rafe fucking sahm!reader before he leaves for work <3
the alarm blares at 4:30 am, piercing through the quiet, but rafe doesn’t move right away. his body is warm behind yours, his big, muscular arm draped lazily over your waist, breath slow and heavy against the back of your neck.
you feel him shift, groaning low in his throat as he blindly reaches out to silence the alarm, his muscles flexing beneath the covers.
“fuckin’ bitch—,” he mutters to himself, voice thick with sleep, deep and gravelly, absolutely dreading the day already.
you hum, pressing back against him, feeling the solid warmth of his body. “morning rafey,” you whisper, your voice still laced with sleep, sweet and slow.
rafe lets out a deep sigh in response, his hand sliding over your plump belly that held your growing daughter, fingers curling against your hip as he tugs you closer. you feel him—all of him, hard and heavy against the curve of your ass, his body reacting despite the ungodly hour.
“go back to sleep,” he warns, voice strained.
you tilt your head back slightly, lips brushing against his jaw, the lightest teasing touch. “you gotta leave already?” you murmur, voice soft and full of something sinful, your fingers reaching back to run over the ridges of his stomach, dipping just below the waistband of his boxers.
rafe exhales sharply, his grip tightening. “you know i do.”
you shift slightly, pressing back against him, wiggling your hips just enough to make his breath hitch. “you surree?”
his response is instant—his hand moves, gripping your thigh and yanking it over his, spreading you open just enough for him to fit snugly between your legs, still spooning you. his other hand slides under your shirt, palming your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple, making you gasp.
“you tryna make me late, mama?” he rasps, rolling his hips against you, his cock pressing firm against your ass through his boxers.
you bite your lip, arching into his touch. “just five more minutes,” you breathe, your voice nothing but a plea.
rafe groans, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder, his stubble scraping against your skin in a way that makes you shiver. “five minutes, huh?” he turns back to his phone for a second, checking the time—4:39. turning his attention back to you, his finger slid lower, slipping past the waistband of your panties, teasing over your already slick folds. “think i can fuck you in five minutes?”
you moan softly, rolling your hips against his fingers, desperate for more. “you can try,” you tease, voice breathy, a challenge.
rafe chuckles, his big hands tugging your panties down just enough to expose you. he teased his cock against your soaked folds through his boxers, making you bite your lip in excitement. “you’re already soaked,” he mutters, voice thick with amusement and something darker. “damn, baby… you really want me to be late, don’t you?”
you whimper, wiggling your hips, and rafe groans, his control hanging by a thread. he pushes his boxers down just enough, his hard dick slipping free, heavy and aching as he slides the tip into your puffy lips, teasing you, making you squirm. you whine, pressing back against him. “rafe, please—”
that’s all it takes. he grips your hips and thrusts, burying himself deep in one smooth motion, stretching you open, making you gasp as pleasure sparks down your spine.
“shit, baby,” he moans, fingers digging into your hips as he pulls back and slams into you again, harder this time. “so fuckin’ tight—”
you fist the sheets, biting back loud whines as he sets a punishing pace, fucking you hard and fast, like he’s determined to make the most of every short minute he has. his grip on your hips tightens as he pounds into you, his grunts deep, his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over again.
“ ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum,” he mutters, his voice strained, desperate. “goddamn—fuck, baby, you feel too good—”
you cry out as he reaches down, rubbing tight circles against your clit, pushing you closer and closer until the tight coil in your tummy snaps “rafe!! oh f-fuck!—”
your whole body tenses as pleasure crashes over you, blinding and overwhelming, leaving you trembling beneath him. rafe groans, his rhythm freezing as he buries himself deep, his body shuddering as he spills inside you, hips twitching as he lets out ragged groans.
the room is silent except for your heavy breathing. after a moment, rafe presses a lazy kiss to the back of your neck, exhaling sharply as he rolls onto his back, running a hand down his face.
“fuck,” he mutters, voice still breathless.
you smirk sleepily, stretching against the sheets. “told you five minutes was enough.”
rafe chuckles, shaking his head. “yeah, yeah.” he leans over, kissing you slow, deep, lingering just a little longer than he should.
“i’ll see you later, sexy. go back to sleep.” he murmurs against your lips.
you giggle, pulling the blankets up around your shoulders, as he stood up from the bed, pulling on his work jeans. “yes sir.”
