ᯓ★ Rafe and you have been married for a good five years already, one five year old kid since he definitely got you pregnant after the honeymoon.

He’s always have been the dirty guy. He always excuses it as ‘we’re married already anyways.’ with a pout when he’s horny and wants to whisper dirty shit in your ear.

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He just got home from work while he barged in and immediately took off his shirt, plopping down beside you on the bed while you were scrolling on your phone.

“You’re looking smoking hot today, wife.” He grinned at you before licking two of his fingers while looking straight into your eyes and bluntly sliding his hand into your pants. “Tell me about your day.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, “Rafe—“ you protested until he interrupted you.

“You’re always on your phone, give your husband some attention… hm?” he gave you puppy eyes while nibbling on your shoulder, his hands going straight for the gold. “Now tell me about your day, baby.”

The not so little shit clearly knew what he was doing.