I JUST COMBUSTED INTO THIN AIR THE TRAILER IS SO GOOD

I JUST COMBUSTED INTO THIN AIR THE TRAILER IS SO GOOD

I love in-depth analysis of characters like this!!! Especially when a FIC fully conveys how complex of a character rafe is, I’m so in awe

like father, like son

WARNINGS: dark!rafe cameron, d*mestic vi*lence, manipulation, gaslighting

Tags: established relationship, daddy issues for both reader and rafe, canon ward (boooo!🍅)

Summary: Rafe looses his temper because you don't want to move in with him quite yet… I wc: 4.3k

Notes: inspired by this, tbh there may be mistakes but idc. tumblr is giving me sm shit rn so idk if this is gonna even show up lol, fingers crossed.

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You set the wine glasses in the sink, careful not to break them. As you turn on the faucet, you feel Rafe press up against you. He casually invades your space to place a kiss on the side of your forehead.  

“He really cares about you, you know?”

“I do baby.” you murmur, as you rinse out the red residue. “I appreciate how he treats me like family, it’s nice.”

Rafe’s father is the ‘he’ you’re referring to. The first time you’d met him you were under the impression that he’d  be uptight and arrogant. His business brings their family great wealth, and people with such money have a certain way of acting. You knew from first hand experience with your own father, before he passed. 

Your dad was far from perfect but he’d never done anything horrible to you, ever. You were his princess, and he was practically your idol. Well… up until you realized that even though he was perfect to you, he wasn't like that to others. He lacked faithfulness and was a lair. As you grew older, you began to notice more things. Like how he wasn’t attentive, how he was entitled, and how he hardly listened to most of the things you’d tell him. After he passed was when you truly started to differentiate between him as a father and him as a person. 

Since then, you found yourself less trusting of older men, especially rich ones. Considering where you live though, it’s merely impossible to steer clear of them. More often than not the demographic proved your point whenever you found yourself in the same setting as them. 

To your surprise though, Ward was different. He made an effort to get to know you as an individual. It feels like he sees you as your own person and not just some extension of his son. More importantly he never makes you feel like you’re an obligation. When you speak he listens. When you need advice, you know you can go to him. He also constantly checks in on you, and ensures you never feel left out. Within the year you’ve been with his son, you can feel in your heart that Ward’s grown to genuinely care for you. And oddly enough, you felt the same for him. 

“That’s because you are family” Rafe assures you while pressing his lips to your shoulder. You can feel his hands wander from your hips and up your blouse, as you lather up a glass. 

“Babe” you playfully laugh at the affection, squirming under his touch. “Are you trying to get us in trouble?”

His sole response is a hum, then he continues to feel you up. 

Usually you adore Rafes affections. But right now you’re all too aware that it’s not just you and him in the house. In the distance you can hear Ward arguing with someone in his office. The impromptu business call cut lunch between the three of you short. Hence why you were cleaning up. 

“I don’t know, I think he’s pretty occupied.” Rafe teases and you don't say anything to that. 

His hand roves along your tummy and all you can imagine is the disappointed look on Ward’s face if he were to find the two of you in such a compromising position. The thought makes you stiff, and Rafe must've taken notice because almost immediately after his touch disappears from your skin.

He remains close though, choosing to lean against the counter right beside you, watching you closely as you finish with the last glass. You shut the faucet off and tilt your body in his direction, taking notice of how he’s gazing down at you. Appearing deep in thought.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask softly, closing the small distance between you both.

He momentarily looks away from you to stare off ahead at nothing. You lean into him patiently waiting for a response. There was a subtle shift in energy in the spacious kitchen, and an almost foreboding feeling that you chose to ignore. 

He straightens to his full height, tilting his head as he scratches his jaw. “Earlier. You said something, and I’ve been thinking about it.”

“Did I say something wrong?” you joke aiming to lighten the mood. When he doesn’t laugh, you raise a confused brow. “Wait- did I say something?”

The way his eyes dart to yours unsettles you. The irritated look on his face tells you that you may have said the wrong thing. 

When it comes to your boyfriend you're usually pretty good at navigating his feelings, however you’re not perfect. It was something you’d learned to do quickly, after realizing how intense his emotions can be. Like when he would come to you sobbing, you knew just the right things to say to get him calmed down. Same when he was mad, you knew how to talk him down before he made others suffer. Rafe’s endless ability to feel, good and bad, is one of the things you love most about him because it shows that he is imperfectly human. He’s different from your selfish, ingenuine peers. 

His arms cross over his chest, and he glances over you, “You tell me.”

A slight weight settles in your chest and you start to feel pressure to figure out what exactly you said. You think back to the short lived lunch. You remember saying how you were proud of Rafe for moving up a position at Cameron development… You recall the conversation about your birthday approaching soon… Then it dawns on you. 

You remember the glare he gave you when you answered his fathers question. It was subtle, and you assumed that it was because of what his dad asked, not about what you said... 

“Is it what I said about us moving in together?”

He erupts at that, “Course it is y/n. What kind of answer was that? Do you know how embarrassing that was?” 

You blink at him in awe, not understanding. You thought you worded it perfectly. But, apparently you guys weren't on the same page.

You speak slowly, “Babe, I didn't mean to embarrass you.” You think about your next words wisely but before you can put them together he’s hurling you another question at you.

“Why don’t you think we’re ready?” The question sounds almost accusatory.

You hold back a sigh, and look at the marble floor. There’s so many reasons… yet you lump them together in too little of an explanation. “Living together is a big step.”

When you meet his gaze again his expression is unreadable. Which in your case is not good being that you rely so heavily on it. You dart between his eyes searching for any kind of hint to how he's feeling, but it was like everything had been washed away. He appeared numb. Bleak. Empty.

His cold eyes peer into yours making you shrivel in on yourself, “I feel like you're lying to me” he airs.

You shake your head, “I’m not.” 

He slowly moves away from the counter to stand directly in front of you.

“Big step.”  he mocks slowly, “You know to me that sounds like an excuse, not a reason.”

“Rafe.”

“Are you unsure about a future with me or something? Is that it?”

Your mouth falls open, “No. No, not at all. I’m more than sure I want to be with you.” You reach for his hand, intertwining yours with his “I promise.” For a brief moment you notice how his eyes gleam at your assurance, like everything’s alright again.

The glimmer of hope makes you feel the need to continue on, thinking he’d understand. “Living together is something I want to do with you, just not necessarily now. It’s a lot. We’d have to figure out finances, do a lot of planning, you know?” 

The soft look in his blue orbs dies within seconds of you finishing the sentence. A sneer appears on his face as he lets go of your hand. His head shakes in disagreeance.

“I’d take care of all of that though, so I don't know why you're saying that like it's something to worry about.” 

It was like you were talking to a brick wall.

“Rafe, my love. It’s not entirely on you to do though, it's something we do together.” You breach his space and wrap your arms around his muscular torso. “I’m sorry, ok?”

It’s silent between you two for a moment. When he brings his arms around you, and rests his chin on your head, you let out a small breath of relief. 

“I have something for you. It was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday but I’d rather just tell you now.”

“Oh really?” you murmur into his chest, glad that the conversation is taking a turn from the direction it’d previously been in.

His fingers caress up your back as he speaks, “Uh huh. The company’s developing a house on the east side of figure 8. If construction stays on top of it, it should be done in a few weeks around your birthday.”

Unease brews in your gut, and you hope that he’s talking about using this house as a party venue, and not for what you’re so anxiously thinking.

“You see, my dad thinks it’d be a good place for us to… to start, and I agree with him.”

Within an instant you feel your heart drop. 

This was why he didn't like your answer, why he felt embarrassed, and why he was so adamant on wanting to know why you weren't ready. You pull away from him, mouth parted from shock. Your hands slide down your face. 

“A house… ?” You ask out of disbelief, “No Rafe. Our first place together isn’t going to be a house. It can't be.” The words come out in a way that makes you seem certain. On the outside it may appear as if you're handling the information well, but he doesn't know how your heart hammers in your chest and how badly your nerves are tingling throughout your limbs. “An apartment is reasonable, but a house? No.” 

“Look, I don't think you understand y/n” 

Trust you understand well and clear what’s going on and it makes your airways tight. You look up at the ceiling and take notice of how it’s slowly starting to spin. You look away and take a deep breath before directing your attention back towards your boyfriend. However you can't seem to focus on him.

Your growing need for oxygen moves you past him, and out of the kitchen. Your legs have a mind of their own as they guide you down the hall. The sight of the front door brings some relief to your lungs. In just a few more steps you’d be out there.

However, your track of mind changes when you're yanked at your forearm to a complete stop. 

You stand just outside of Ward's closed office doors and the older man's voice is much clearer now as he continues to shout over the phone.

“Where the hell are you going?” Rafe grits out, wide eyed and brows furrowed.

“I need some air.” You confess. You attempt to tug your arm free but his grasp doesn't loosen, instead it does the opposite. You turn to him, “Let go. Seriously I need-”

“Stop trying to run away and fucking listen to me. He bought the place already. For you and me, It's ours.” His eyes flicker between yours anticipating a response. Your blood runs cold as you stare back at him. 

What the hell was this? This is crazy, no? Who just buys a house for someone without as much as even a discussion? It’s utterly blindsiding.

“Why?” is all you can muster up.

“I told you, he cares about you. He- he cares about us and wants us to have a good future together.” He explains, while tapping at his chest. 

Still holding you in place, he stalks closer. You feel his other hand graze up your neck, and rest at your jaw. His thumb gently brushes the area. “Say something.” 

You flicker up at him, struggling to maintain eye contact. “I don’t know what to say…” 

A muscle in his tight jaw twitches as he stares down at you, “I don’t know, how about thank you?”

Sadness clouds your features, “Rafe this is such a sweet gesture. I mean it, it’s the nicest I’ve ever gotten. But it’s too soon.” 

You guys had barely just celebrated your one year. Now what? You were supposed to up and move into a home together? That’s absurd to you. Especially because you associate a house with marriage and children, and you surely aren't ready for that either.

He tilts your head upward, forcing you to meet his intensely dark gaze. He trails your eyes as he speaks, ensuring that your attention is on him.

“This isn't the type of gift you refuse y/n. It would be stupid of you to do that… and you’re not gonna make me look bad because you’re a little scared.” 

His words cascade you with an overwhelming amount of emotions, and a frown appears on your face. 

“I need time to think.”

To your surprise, your cheeks are then squeezed together by his large hand and you whine out of discomfort.

“Y/n there’s no thinking about this'' His tongue quickly rolls over his lip, “it’s happening whether you like it or not.” He finishes with a snarl. 

Your eyes widen, out of pure shock, and your hand flies up to tug his away from your face. “The hell it is.” You scowl at him.

Within an instant your face is whipped to the side, and a stinging pain blossoms in your cheek. It’s as if time stopped. 

You draw in a deep breath, and take a moment to admit to yourself that your boyfriend just slapped you. In disbelief you turn your head slowly to look back at him. There’s this empty look in his eyes that elicits a prickle in your waterline. It’s weird because you don’t know what hurts more, the fact that he hit you or the fact that he appears to not care that he did it.

His touch feels like poison, when he pulls you closer to him. Your noses are practically touching, as he hovers over you.

“You should be grateful,” he spat lowly. 

Your eyes wander his face, and it’s the first time you register the feeling of fear towards Rafe.

The click sound of a lock and twist of a doorknob pulls you from your daze. You turn your attention towards where the noise came from, and Ward stands at his doorway in awe at the scene before him. 

Time feels slowed, which makes it easier for you to notice the little things. You watch as the older man looks down at where Rafe has a tight grip on you. The attention there makes you anxiously lick your lip, inadvertently forcing a metallic taste onto your tongue. Pain follows almost immediately at the discovery.

You could see the moment it all clicked for Ward. 

His eyebrows rose and he reeled back in disgust. Time went back to normal within an instant when he stepped in and detached Rafe from you. He shoved him up against the other door harshly. So hard that the wood rattled from the pressure.

The older man shouts at his son with vitriol laced in his voice. You don’t hear anything he’s saying, as you’re completely in your own head replaying what happened. The memory and the pain you're left with not only in your face, but in your heart, finally brings you to tears.

Wards familiar voice coos at you, “y/n honey….” His face is solemn, as he takes in your shakenness. 

He reaches out to you and you flinch uncontrollably. “Oh sweetheart” he frowns, as he pulls you into a consoling hug. You lean into him, and sob into his chest while he caresses the back of your head. When he pulls away your gaze wanders behind him to Rafe’s cold eyes.

“Hey, hey. Look at me, not him. I’m gonna handle this alright. You trust me, don’t you?” You slightly nod, then deeply sniffle. He rubs your shoulder, “Go sit in my office while I deal with him, ok?”

You move on autopilot, cradling your arms around yourself as you sit down on the couch. Ward had the doors closed, but you could hear everything. There’s a loud shove into the door that makes you twitch.

“What the hell have you done?! I want to hear it from your mouth!” There’s another shove, “Tell me exactly what you did! I want to hear you admit it!”

Your knee shakes and you can’t help but continue to listen.

Rafe’s voice is low but clear. 

“I hit her” there’s a pause, “But I don’t care that I did”

You feel your heart crack at that. How can he not care? 

There’s then a sound that can be clearly identified as a smack, which makes you wince. Another follows accompanied by rustling. 

“You are a damn fuck up Rafe! You know how lucky you are to have even found a girl like her! To have someone be that patient with you! To stick around you considering how screwed up you are! You disappointment me…” You hear panting, and wonder how aggressive Ward had been, almost worried about Rafe. “If you know what’s best for you, you’re going to fix this!”

The door rattles again. Then it opens with a click. Ward walks in first and Rafe follows behind at a distance. The blonde stops a few feet before you yet Ward continues in the direction of his desk, stopping at his mini fridge.

You glare up at Rafe, through blurry eyes and make out how his cheek burns bright red and how his jaw’s set tight.

“I’m sorry,” He murmurs, with not an ounce of remorse. 

Your anger bubbles up quickly and takes over, pushing you to get up and shove him in the chest. He hardly moves as you shove him again and again. The most you get out of him is a few quickenned blinks. 

Ward eventually steps between the two of you with one of his hands going to your shoulder to hold you back.

“Sweetheart I know, I know. He deserves it alright? You can have at him in just a second. First I need you to let me see how bad this lip is.” 

He brings a handkerchief to your lip and you wince when he goes over a painful spot.

“There we go, almost done.” He pulls away, balling the fabric in his hand. “Just a little wound, it’ll heal alright with some time.'' 

He looks at you with kind eyes, before handing you a cold pack. You bring it up to your cheek and thank him, all sniffly. He gives you a kiss on the forehead in response, “Course dear. How about we sit… yeah? We should talk about everything that just happened…” 

You nod and he gestures to one of the seats in front of his desk. You take it, and he does the same with the seat behind his desk and Rafe still stands over by the couch, brooding.

“Sit down Rafe” Ward commands, in a harsh voice. There was a large contrast in comparison to how his tone was so soft with you. 

Eventually, you hear Rafe slump into the chair beside yours but you refuse to look at him. Instead, you give your attention to Ward as he starts speaking.

“I think it’s fair to say everyone’s emotions are high right now. Some are more reasonable than others, yes?”  Ward slightly curves his lip up at you, then scowls in Rafe’s direction. 

“It’s truly unacceptable, what’s happened… I don't even know where he'd learn to do something like that.” He puffs.

It isn't hard for you to realize where he learned it from, the dots connected right in front of you. Literally. Still though it wasn't ok for him to do it to you. 

For some reason though you still feel empathy towards Rafe, likely because of how harsh his own father is being towards him.

You glance over at Rafe and take in how he’s looking down at his lap, tail completely tucked. Perhaps what he’d done was finally starting to set in.

“With that said…”, Ward continues “Our emotions can sometimes get the best of us, and sometimes they can push us to make rash impulsive decisions. You know?” The older man directs his gaze at you as he continues on. “I think it’s something important to consider. It’s just-” he sighs “I don't want anyone making any decision that they might regret over what’s transpired here today.” 

You hum, at that. Thinking over his words and trying to figure out what he’s getting on about.

“I want you to know y/n that I will be handling him, ok? He’ll never do anything like this again. For as long as you are together and as I’m alive. I promise you that.”

You blink at his assumption that you still want to be with his son. Your eyes stick to the ground and your voice comes out weak, “Sir. I don’t think I want-” you cut yourself off with a sigh. Your teary eyes look up at the graying man.“I don’t think I can be with him anymore.”

“I understand.” he swallows with a nod, “Look you know I want the best for you right? I would never force you to stay with him, that’s your decision. However, I want you to make sure you’re really thinking before you make that decision.”

“I- What’s there to think about?” you question. 

He hit you.

“There’s a lot to think about. I mean look at the relationship you two have created, how much you love each other, how much he loves you. Let me ask you this, has he ever hit you before this?” You shake your head no, 

“See. That’s something, and it shows how this was a one time mistake… that won’t happen again.”

You gnaw your lip, considering the older man’s words. 

“Listen hon, I’m not trying to sway your decision. I truly just love having you around. You may or may not know but I practically consider you as my daughter in law” he laughs softly “As for Rafe though, I can see how much he loves you.. I mean you make him a better person. I've never seen him happier than with you. I feel like you know better than anyone how he is and unfortunately how he can get sometimes. And that’s not an excuse. It’s my fault if anyone’s really, I knew that he wasn't well and I neglected it but I’m gonna get him the help he needs.”

You think over Ward’s words. It’s always been kind of apparent to you that Rafe’s needed some kind of help. You’ve been aware of the fact that he struggles with managing his emotions but you thought you were helping him get better at that. Today proved you wrong though.

Wards guidance does make you think though.

You and Rafe have been together a while and within the time he’d never done anything like this before. Also Ward was making a promise that he wouldn't let it happen again, and that he’d get his son help. With all of these solutions being proposed, you didn't want to just give up on Rafe. Because deep down you do love him and only want him to be the best version of himself.

“Well…” You murmur more so to yourself as you’re  still unsure.

“He’ll be better, I promise you that. Right Rafe?” 

You both look at the blonde and he slightly shuffles in his chair, and sniffles out a “Yeah”. 

“How’d this even happen?” Ward questions and you sniffle.

“Um- He told me about the house and I told him I wasn’t ready” 

He deflates in his chair, and shakes his head. “Oh my god… I think this is all a misunderstanding. Look… the house wasn't supposed to be something that made you feel pressured. It’ll always be there, for whenever you both are ready. I’m not gonna sell it” He chuckled, “It’s my gift to you”

Your heart swells at that assurance. “Are you sure?”

“Of course. Look at it this way, there are plenty of options for you guys with the place. When it’s ready I could  get it furnished and you both can come and go as you please. Or maybe you guys can even do a trial run for a month to see how you like it.” He leans back in his chair. “Again no pressure, I’m just throwing suggestions out there”

“That… that would be nice” You hum.

“Great” Ward smiles “Hey how about we go take a look at it now. We can do a walk through, see how it's coming along., and maybe we can even go to dinner after, I owe it to you guys. I did cut lunch short.” 

You look over at Rafe, to gauge your answer. His eyes are now brimmed with water. You reach out a hand to him. “Baby. I’m not mad at you ok?” you whisper as you intertwine your fingers with his. A tear streams down his cheek as he looks at you with soft familiar eyes. 

He squeezes your hand, with a nod. “I screwed up… I’m screwed up.”

“Babe, it’s ok. You’re gonna get help, which is good. I still love you, so much ok? Nothing’s changed alright? I promise. Let’s go see the house, yeah?” 

notes! i wanted to clarify that ward is absolutely motivated by selfish reasons and has impure intentions. he knows that reader trusts him and he uses that to his advantage to get her to stay with rafe. why does he do that? he knows that rafe isn’t necessarily as much of a problem if reader is around. he cares about protecting the family name and reputation more than her. alsooo the way that ward is treating reader (as in him being nice to her and not him) will deff harbor some resentment and jealousy in rafe! im sure nobody wanted this explanation but i wanted to give it lol.

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WARNINGS: dark!rafe cameron, DUB/NON-CON SMUT, drinking

Tags: reader and rafe are newlyweds, housewife kink, hate sex, breeding kink if u squint

Summary: rafe stands you up on your birthday l wc: 3.3k

Notes: this is for my sweet riri, ily and happy belated birthday @proactivetypaperson♡

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The clicks of your heels reverberate throughout the foyer as you ease down the steps. You glance at your phone and curse to yourself. It’s thirty minutes past the time he’d told you to be ready. 

You didn't really do anything today- well atleast nothing outside of your norm- therefore you had no excuse to be late. Yet here you were. 

Like always, you had started the day off with making breakfast. 

The early meal was more for your husband than for you. He loved when you made him meals, and you loved making them for him. Every morning you’d get up a little earlier than him, if he’d let you out of bed, and you’d make him whatever he wanted. 

This particular morning, as you were scrambling his eggs, he came to you in a rush. He held two different color ties in his hand. One plain and one patterned.

“I need you.” He huffed, visibly flustered “Which one goes better with this suit? I- I can't decide.” 

With no hesitation you had chosen the plain one. The deciding factor being how it complimented his eyes. Like every other morning, you tied it for him only today he was… fidgety as you did so. His heightened nerves were over this deal he was aiming to secure. He had told you previously that if everything went right it would make him, and you in turn, a “shit ton of money”. 

You didn't necessarily understand why he was so keen on the deal considering how you guys already live way above your means. You were curious, but you didn't probe. He takes care of the money, he knows best. 

In that moment, you had smoothed your hands against his chest and told him, “You’re going to do great babe. You’re gonna secure this deal and then we’ll celebrate tonight. Together.” you tippy toed to kiss him, “With whatever secret you have planned for me” you smirked.

Prior to this, Rafe had told you to be ready for him in the evening. Specifically, to be ready at 8 pm. The only details he gave you were that it was for your birthday. The rest of the morning he was evasive as ever when it came to your questions about his plans.

After a lengthy goodbye kiss and some extra words of affirmation, you sent him on his way. You had spent most of the day cleaning up the house, responding to happy birthday wishes, and wondering what exactly Rafe had set out for the evening. 

At two o’clock you found yourself waiting to hear from your husband. Around his lunch he would usually call or text you to simply check in. Today however, he didn’t. 

You tried not to give it much thought, assuming that he was just super busy with his work thing. He did say that the negotiation was happening later in the day… and for that reason you didn't call him or reach out to him. You didn't want to distract him, or worse interrupt him. Especially if the meeting had already started. You were sure that he’d call you whenever he had the time. 

The day had gone on and you still hadn’t heard anything from him. Instead of worrying though, you kept yourself distracted with mundane tasks around the house. When the evening rolled around you settled on getting ready for your outing.

Your dress was easy to pick out. 

Mainly because it showcases your figure well, while still having an elegant essence to it. It’s also a dress that Rafe loves on you. Every time you wear it he can hardly keep his hands off of you. No matter the time or place.

The culprit behind your current tardiness was your hair. The original style you planned didn't turn out the way you wanted. So you had to think of something else, which took up more time than you expected..

You strut into the living room fully expecting Rafe to be sitting in the armchair with his legs spread, impatiently checking the time. To your surprise though, he’s not there. 

Your lips turn into a pout as you acknowledge your phone screen. 8:34 pm. 

The deal probably took longer than he anticipated. He wouldn't miss this. In fact he was probably on his way home right now. Likely speeding down the highway.

Thirty minutes had passed since you assumed he was on his way. Upon your wait, you cracked open a bottle of white wine, poured yourself a glass, and sat on the couch. Cheers huh? 

Time ticked on as you awaited his late arrival. One glass turned into two, then three. Then at one point you just stopped going back into the kitchen to refill the glass. Instead you brought the bottle with you to the couch and drank it straight from the spout. Eventually the alcohol broke your barriers down, and your true feelings seeped in. 

You were irritated and more importantly fed up, not caring anymore if you would be disturbing him. 

When you dialed him, it rang a couple times then went to voicemail. Immediately after you tried again, and instead of ringing that time it went straight to voicemail. The hell? 

You sent him a slew of texts afterward. 

The way that they noted ‘delivered’ confirmed to you that at least his phone wasn't dead. Which somewhat only pissed you off more, considering that he hadn't yet responded to you. Even with your anger though, you were still hopeful that he’d show up and fulfill his promise. Or at least that he’d do something to make today feel special for you.

At some point he did respond, “I’m running late, but I’ll be there.” The text was vague, but at least he was ok.

Even more time had passed since he responded. So much that you were now tired and completely wasted. Waiting felt like a lost cause. So much that you ended up calling it a night once the large wine bottle ran empty. 

Full of anger and irritation you stumbled up the stairs, drunkenly muttering some not so nice things about your husband. 

“What an asshole” you sneered, as you utilized the rail for support.

You hadn't even bothered trashing the wine bottle that sits empty in the living room. He could clean it up whenever he gets home. That was if he’d even notice. Truth was that you would likely have to do it tomorrow, but you didn't want to think about it. You just wanted to go to bed.

Red bottom heels dangle from your fingertips as you stand outside of your open bedroom door. You ponder it for a second, then grunt. Instead of walking inside, you make a not so steady beeline to one of the guestrooms down the hall. Fuck him.

You shut the door behind you, and glance at the clock that sits in the corner of the room. 11:36 pm. Fuckkkkk him! 

You don't bother with turning the light on as you stumble closer to the bed, "You're gonna love it baby” You mumble to yourself, childishly mocking Rafe and the words that he’d said earlier in the day.

You reach to your back and momentarily wrestle with your zipper. You come out triumphant and slip out of the soft material. Letting it pool at your feet. Next to go were your matching undergarments.  

How dare he? No, how could he? Rafe had missed dates before, but it hurt exceptionally more today because it was your birthday.

You scoff as you pull the neatly tucked sheets from their place. It would have been one thing if he told you that something came up or if something happened, but instead he practically screened you. All day at that! The thought of him makes you feel hot, and not in a good way. 

If he thinks that he can treat you like this, then come home to sleep in the same bed as you… he would have to be out of his mind. He can sleep alone in the master bedroom for all you care. It’s better anyways that you slept here. His scent alone on the sheets and pillows would have sent you into a fit of rage.

Your mind raced, as you laid there. You were upset, angry, sad, and disappointed. It all eventually brought you to tears, which resulted in you crying yourself to sleep. Alone and drunk, on your birthday.

The sound of a distant crash startles you from your slumber. The loud noise sounded as if a heavy figurine was knocked over. Being that you’re somehow still intoxicated, your mind goes to the worst. What if it’s an intruder?

“Baby? You down here?” you hear an all too familiar voice call from downstairs. You throw your head back into the pillow, thinking that you’d prefer the intruder. 

You turn onto your side, facing the direction of the door. You lay there, eyes open, thinking to yourself. Awaiting for his realization. You focus on the sounds of him trekking through the house, knowing that it wouldn't be long before he discovered you here. 

He calls your name, again and again, and you just stare off at the wall. Your gaze shifts to the door and to how the light beneath it darkens with a shadow.

“Where the hell are you?” his voice dragged, as he stood just outside the door. He sounded worried along with something else but you couldn't quite place it.

The sound of your phone ringing on the bedside table snaps you out of your daze. It was the specific ringtone you had for Rafe and without hesitation, you close your eyes and pretend as if you’re sleeping. You’d love to chew him out, but you were genuinely exhausted. You didn't want to deal with him tonight. He can grovel for your forgiveness in the morning.

The door creaked open.

“y/n? Are you in here….” His voice trailed off towards the end, probably at the discovery of your ‘sleeping’ frame. You hadn't missed the way his words blended into each other, resemblant of a slur.

The sound of his steps are heavy, unsteady even, as he nears you. His footsteps halt near the bed, leaving the room silent for a brief moment. The faint crumpling of plastic then fills the space. Whatever it is, he sets it on the bedside table before cursing to himself, voice all breathy. 

His large hand gently connects with your face and his thumb moves to softly rub your cheek. 

“You’re this upset huh?” He sniffles, “Yeah. I guess I fuckin deserve it.”

It became apparent to you quickly that he was drunk. Why was fucking drunk?? Maybe he was even high too from the way he was repeatedly sniffing.

His lips press against your cheek, then to your lips. When he pulls away you think that maybe he’s going to leave you alone. That maybe he realized it was in his best interest to let you be. 

You then hear some ruffling sounds, and associate the noise with shifting weight. Was he picking up your clothes?

A cold gust of air rushes you, as the covers suddenly disappear from your body. The chill is fleeting though, dissipating when his rather hot skin presses up against yours. You gasp, at the feel, unable to pretend you were asleep anymore. 

“What the-” Your words are cut short when his lips engulf yours. 

His hand practically cradles your jaw in his grasp as he attacks your lips with his. Your eyes widen at his behavior, and you instinctively press your hand to his muscular chest. The movement hardly does much to deter him, but you're able to pull away from him.

His eyes are half lidded and his lips are parted, desperate and wanting, as you stare at him in awe.

“Get off” you sneer out of disgust. He not only reeks of liquor but he tastes like it too. How the hell did he even drive home like this?

“Relax.” He coos as he caresses your jaw. There’s this intense look in his eyes when he continues, “It’s me.” 

“I know that.” You tut, “And I don't care. Get out.”

You were now upset for more than a few reasons. He was visibly fucked up, he blew you off to get like this, and on top of it all he drove home like this!

“You’re mad… I- I’m sorry alright?” He blinked slowly, “The investors took the deal- and they wanted to get drinks- and we- I lost track of time… and-”

“I don’t want to hear it” you snap, “Get out, and leave me alone.”

“I’m sorry…” He leans in to kiss you, as if that were to make things better. You tilt your head away evading his lips, and he rolls his eyes back into his head. “I’ll make it up to you. Look I promise.” 

He tugs your head back in his direction and presses his lips to yours. You whine, out in protest but he doesn't care. His hand moves to your shoulder, and roughly nudges you so that you now lay on your back. His lips never leave yours as he positions himself between your legs. 

With his movements, you feel his hard member press up against your inner thigh. It makes you gasp which only grants him access to your tongue. He swirls his against yours, overpowering you with the tastes of liquor and desperation. When his head moves to burrow between your neck and shoulder his breath fans against your clavicle.

“Let me start making it up to you now, hm?” His words sprout goosebumps along your skin. 

Your focus drifts, when his member lines up with your slit. The initial connection makes you feel tingly. Then when his hips start to slowly grind against yours, pleasure begins to seep in. 

His lips are relentless against yours, as his tip now glides effortlessly along your clit. The feel has a slight rush going to your head, while your core clenches needily at nothing.  

It was embarrassing that you were physically responding to him like this. Even mad at him, he had an affect on you. Your body had practically given in to him, but you surely weren't going to allow him the verbal or emotional satisfaction along with it.

“Rafe seriously get off.”

“Relax, alright. Let me treat my birthday girl” He murmurs, before pressing his face into your chest latching onto one of your perked nipples. 

“Rafe-” You could feel a fucking cascade surge within you, as he laved at your chest. Shit.

His large hand rests at your ribs as he sucks and rolls his tongue against your bud. He alternates between the two, teasing and biting at your soft skin. All while continuing to rock against your slit. … and fuck does it feel good. 

His head raises from your chest, and he sports a devious smirk. “Always so sensitive here, huh? Making a mess all over my cock and I havent even fuck you yet.”

Heat flows to your face, and you look away from him irritated. He could be so cocky, and he was in no position to be! Not after his actions today!

Within an instant his hand swiftly grasps your face, forcing you to keep eye contact with him.

“Baby you’re soaked, stop denying me.”

He closes the distance between your lips, but before they connect you tilt your head up. Throwing him a curve ball this time. You hardly get to relish on your victory, when his hand slips away from your jaw and his fingers curl around your throat. 

His grip tightens, and you gasp, as he possessively presses his lips to yours.

“Don’t piss me off. Try me again and see what happens.”

The restriction of air makes it hard for you to pace your breaths, and an uncontrollable moan slips out as he works your clit. 

That devilish grin appears on his face again. Then all at once he sheathes himself into you. Warmth spreads throughout your body and your focus falls to the soft moans that escape from his lips. His soft, pink, pretty lips that hover just over yours.

His eyes are half lidded as he rocks into you, completely and utterly blissed out.

“God you feel so fucking good” He praises.

You snap out of your fucked out daze, and remeber that you had to be strong. You needed to prove your point.

“This isn't me-” you gasp at a particularly deep stroke, “This isn't me forgiving you. I’m still mad at you”

His hips are slow and calculated as he thrusts into yours. “Is that right?” He chuckles lowly, “You’re so mad at me… that why you're dripping around me and sucking me in? Is that it huh?” 

His pace quickens, stroking along your walls just right. Making you so sensitive. You hate how good he’s making you feel. The swirl of emotions and confliction and alcohol has your lips parting.

“Fuck you” you whine out. 

He snickers at that. Which meant nothing good.

His pace increases almost instantaneously. He pounds into you, harder and less gentle than before. His hand moves to splay along one of your thighs. Pinning it to the mattress to further spread your legs open for him. 

The new angle allows him to reach new depths that make your vision go spotty. His hand tightens around your airways, and the pleasure has you clenching your eyes shut. You were close, you could feel it.

“Please” you moan out, not sure what exactly you're begging for at this point. “Please”

As soon as the pleas fall from your tongue, he pulls out of you. The emptiness has you longing and aching to be filled again. 

He flips you over, so that you're laying on your tummy. Your face gets buried into a pillow and a lewd muffled moan escapes your mouth when he buries himself inside you again. 

He holds you down at your waist, fucking you into the mattress with a silent rage.

“You hear that?” he taunts, knowing damn well that all you can hear is the sound of your smothered moans.

To your surprise his hand snakes around your neck, lifting you from the pillow. The sound of you squelching around him accompanied by the slapping of skin fills the air. Oh that sound. 

At this rate you can hardly remember what you were holding out for.

Your gaze trails to the bedside table, more so what sits on top of it. A bouquet of flowers. Fuck maybe he actually is sorry. 

You feel your walls begin to tighten. Your orgasm was approaching fast and you didn't know how much longer you could last. His pace was relentless.

“Rafe slow down” you whine, and pout.

He drops your head back into the pillow, then presses his chest to your back. His ragged breath fans over your ears. 

“You feel too fucking good.” He continues stroking your walls, “You make it so hard to stop. Shit maybe I shouldn’t stop. Maybe I should fuck you all night and give you a baby as a birthday gift huh?”

You grab a fistfull of the fitted sheet as your walls flutter and tighten around him. Letting the waves of electricity flow through you as he continues fucking you through it.

“Already such a perfect little housewife, the only thing missing is a little one running around. Isn’t that right?”

THIS IS SO SO GOOD OMG!??? HAD ME CLUTCHING MY PEARLS THE ENTIRE TIME LIKE I NEED MY GOODSIS TO STAND UP BUT ALSO LIKE I FULLY GET HER

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WARNINGS: dark!rafe cameron, DUB-CON SMUT, HEAVY manipulation and gaslighting, cheating, abusive relationship, violence, brief mentions of virginity loss

Tags: naive/innocent! reader, sarah is readers best friend, secret relationship/situationship, pet name’s (baby & bunny)

Summary: You thought being in a secret relationship with your best friends brother was hard enough. Then things get much worse when you find out that he has a girlfriend l wc: 5.4k

Notes: Rafe has broken her down to the point where she's very desperate, he's gross and takes advantage of her. I would say I'm sorry but I am not lol. if there's mistakes pls ignore them ♡

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You press your weight into your toes, in an attempt to find balance. The smooth edge of concrete at your soles indicates your options are limited. One more step back and you would be drenched, similar to the blonde standing before you. 

Your arms are out ahead of you attempting to warn him away. “JJ, don’t you dare!”

Even though you were serious, there was a smile smeared on your face. 

He inches towards you, “What? you can’t hang?” 

“I can!” You couldn't help but laugh as the words came out.

“Oh yeah?” He challenges as he closes in on you.

Water drips from his shaggy strands, down onto his bare chest. He practically glistens from the mixture of sun and water. 

Your eyes trail back up to his face and you can't help but realize that he was kind of cute?

You had met him only an hour ago, along with the rest of Sarah’s newfound friends. Your first impression of him was that he seemed like fun. Like the kind of guy that wants everyone to have a good time. The way he’s cornered you to the edge only confirms that. 

It didn't bother you though. You were having more fun now than in the past few weeks combined. 

You were really glad that you came. Albeit you were reluctant at first but for good reasons. You were nervous to meet “the pogues”, but more importantly you didn't want to have a run in with Rafe. You had been avoiding Tannyhill for weeks because of him. 

Which honestly sucked. You loved coming over here, it was like a second home to you. But not anymore.

You never thought that you would be avoiding him. For months he was everything to you. He made you feel worthy and perfect. Like the most important girl in his world. He was also the first and only person to touch you so intimately. He taught you things you didn't even think you could do. And dare you say it, you kinda loved him. Even if you guys weren’t official and even if it was all secret. 

When you used to think of him you felt like the happiest girl in the world. Now when you think of him and all the things you guys did together, nausea bubbles in your gut. 

You didn't know what you were thinking at the time. Going behind Sarah's back and getting involved with him was not your intention, but he was so alluring. So comforting in his assurance that you guys weren't doing anything wrong. That it was only a secret because he cared about you, and knew how terribly Sarah would react to it all. Saying that she'd make a whole drama out of it.

What you didn't know then was that he was in a relationship and that you were apparently some side thing. If you had known that information you wouldn’t have done anything with him. But how could you have known when there were no signs of her existence. You were lucky enough to find out by mere chance. If you didn’t, who knows how long things would have persisted for.

That day, you so happened to be sitting in Sarah’s windowsill. It showcased a perfect view of the backyard, the water, and the dock. Your heart sank when you saw them kissing there. Her arms slung around his neck, his hand placed at her hip. You were dumbfounded at the sight. So much that it caught Sarah’s attention. She matched your gaze and gagged. Even voiced her disgust about it, wondering how someone could even be in a relationship with her brother. Let alone for the length they were, which was half a year. It made you sick. You don't even know how you managed to not spew your guts in the moment.

Half a year was around the time you and him had sex for the first time. The first time you had sex at all at that. The realization that he was using you the whole time made you more than unsettled. Made you feel dumb and gross.

You were his dirty little secret.

You should've known, but again he was so damn charming. With his affirmations and promises that likely meant nothing. Promises that he would eventually make you his. That he wanted to be with you. And probably the biggest lie of them all was, that he… liked you. 

And you believed him. You fell for him like an idiot. When all he did was take advantage of you. It was humiliating, and the reason why you chose avoidance instead of confrontation.

Even though you had been following through with it, it was still hard. For some reason you couldn’t fully hate him. Your feelings and the memories you shared wouldn't just go away overnight. Some of them you couldn't even forget if you tried.

With all of it though, you were managing. You had to. Appearing happy as ever around others, to not let them get a glimpse of your shame. 

You were good at pretending, for the most part. It was easy to make up fake excuses every time Sarah invited you over. But this most recent time when she casually mentioned that the house was all hers, you couldn't find a reason to say no. Because he wasn't going to be there.

You snap back to reality, when cold hands connect with your waist. The contrast in temperature startles you.

You almost lose your balance, but the blond is quick to pull you into his body. Chest to chest. You cling to him out of instinct. 

“You’re ok I got you.” You exhale in relief, then he continues “Unless… I were to I don’t know… let go.”

You peer up at him, which only amuses him. “Please. Don’t.”

“you’re telling me that while everyone else is in the water. You’re just gonna sit on the sidelines?”

“Maybe. I don't know, I haven't decided yet.” 

“Oh, no we can’t have that. Definitely not.” He counters.

“And why is that?” You preen.

He breaks eye contact to look behind you for a split second. He then adjusts his head so that his lips are level with your ear.

“Would it be selfish to say that It's because I really want to get to know more about you.” 

His outwardness makes your mouth slightly part. When he looks at you again his eyes smoothly take in your expression. Then he continues.

“That and you look undeniably pretty in this two piece”

The compliment almost makes you melt within his now warm arms. His eyes smoothly trail over you. Heat flushes along your skin, and you can't help but look at his lips. They looked so inviting.

As you so shamelessly stare he takes a step forward, and you subsequently take one back forgetting that there was nowhere to plant it. 

You squeal, and tighten your grip fully anticipating the plunge. To your surprise he takes a couple steps back. Easing you both back away from the pool.

His hands fall from your body, and your knees almost go weak from the absence. 

“I’m just messing with you, beautiful. I wouldn't actually do that” he chuckles, and you find yourself gravitating back to him. “But I did mean what I said.”

You hum, not sure what to say to that.  

“No pressure though. Only if you want to” he continues, extending his hand out between you. The unspoken gesture makes you raise your brow. No you didn't want to swim quite yet but he was being sweet. Also you kind of liked that he wasn’t forcing you to do anything.

With that you make your decision and meet his hand with yours, interlocking your fingers together. 

“Atta girl” He smiles whilst giving your hand a light squeeze. 

There was one last shared look between you two, before you both took the leap. Hand in hand. 

You didn't expect to stay in as long as you did. But the pool games made time fly by. Specifically the chicken game. You liked that one, because JJ was your partner. You sat on his shoulders for multiple matches and each time he made it a point to cheer you on. 

The encouragement was making you extremely flustered, so much so that it was becoming impossible to conceal it. You felt oddly safe with him. He would strum your thigh often to make sure you were ok. Or he’d give it a light squeeze whenever you won a match. The lingering touches were making you feel warm, and tingly. Similar to how you felt with Rafe.

It was overwhelming and confusing, which was why you had to dismiss yourself.

You lie on a nearby lawnchair, as the others continue their roughhousing. The warm sun feels like a blanket against your chest. The tingle along your skin prompts you to check your swimsuit. You rub your fingers along the fabric and find that it's dry. You turn over to give your back an equal opportunity.

You get comfy and rest your head in the crook of your elbow. In the distance you hear JJ shout at Pope to grab him a beer, and your lips inadvertently curve up. You were so glad you came, the pogues were really nice, especially JJ. 

Being around them made you forget about all the bull you’ve been put through.

A yawn falls from your lips, likely a result of the rambunctious activities. You suppose a quick nap wouldn’t do much harm. The rowdy screams and shouts drown out as you rest your eyes. 

—

An unpleasant, cold feeling at your lower back rouses you awake.

It felt as if someone spilled something on you. 

You lift your head out of your arms and the brightness makes you squint. You squirm in the chair, as the sensation reappears but only this time along your… butt? Huh? Maybe it was JJ messing with you again?

You whine, as you tilt your head up. The sensation finally stops, as you look up at the culprit. What the hell? No- You were not expecting it to be him. He wasn't supposed to be here.

You notice that he holds a red solo cup over your body. Did he-?

Your hand brushes your very wet rear and you gasp. Yes, he did.

“Hey sleepy bunny” He taunts, as you sit up. There’s a shit eating grin on his face that makes you frown. “Looks like your friends left you out here, all alone”

You look around, noticing that they were indeed gone. Your heart begins to race. Why would they leave you like this? Why didn't they wake you?

“That’s better for us though isn't it?” he continues.

You scowl, and quickly get up. You both stand on opposing sides of the chair. 

You ignore him as you assess your skin, feeling all over. You suck in a breath at the now sticky residue coating your rear. Gross.

“Why would you pour beer on me?”

You watch as he brings the cup to his nose, then sucks his teeth. “Shit… I thought it was water. I’m sorry baby.” 

You squint at him. He has no right to call you that. 

“How about we go inside and I’ll clean you up nice and good. Hmm?” 

Seeing him after this long, makes you almost short circuit. You almost swoon at how he wants to take care of you, but then you remember. Your mind replays the visual of them kissing on that damn dock.

“Where’d my friends go?” You snip and his brows furrow slightly.

“What? Are you not happy to see me?” He chuckles.

“No, Not really” 

He tuts at your response, and you instantly wish you could flee. His presence was making you uneasy and unsure of yourself.

“They said something about getting booze, alright?” You frown at that, wishing they would have just woken you up. “You wanna tell me why you’re treating me like this?”

You shake your head, not wanting to bother. You just wanted to be away from him. The way he was looking at you, trailing over your body made you feel nasty, exposed, and objectified.

“Come on? Seriously baby?”

His eyes land on your chest and it makes you shiver. Your arms cross over the bikini top, to hide yourself from him. 

He notices the movement and sneers lowly, “Like I haven't seen it all before.”

“Leave me alone” you mumble, heart pounding in your chest. 

He steps around the chair, closer to you. His tongue rolls over his lips with a scoff, “What, don't tell me you’re being shy now?”

His pretty blue eyes bore into yours, and you force yourself to look away from him. It’s like the closer he gets to you the more you want to give into him. You hated that he still had this much power over you. That you still manage to find him handsome, even after what he did to you. 

“Cause it sure didn't seem like it when you were getting comfy with that pogue piece of shit earlier. Couldn’t fucking let him out your sight huh?”

Your eyes round at his accusation. You were speechless. How did he even know?

Your defense comes out quick, “Why does it matter?”

His face scrunches at that, “The hells gotten into you? What, did the chlorine seep into your brain?” His head tilts.

His insults shift your feelings. Your anger turns into sorrow, as you hug yourself tighter. “You're being mean, Rafe.”

Within an instant he intrudes on the space you created. 

“Well you make it hard to be nice when you’re acting like a slut.” His finger hooks at the strap on your hips. When he lets it go, the harsh snap against your skin makes you wince. 

“I-I’m not.” You look up at him, his ocean eyes connect with yours before he focuses on your lips.

“Look at yourself, bunny. You're the one parading around in this poor excuse of a swimsuit.” 

Your ears can't help but relish on the pet name that fell from his mouth. God, you loved when he said it. You hardly recognize that his hand is on you. Kneading a palmful of your ass. The feel sends you back to the nights you would sneak into his room and- no. No.

“No.'' You shake your head and push his chest. You peel his hand from your skin and back away. You put your hand out, and point an accusatory finger at him. “No more of that. I know you have a girlfriend.”

“The hell are you talking about??” He squints. 

His innocent facade pushes you over your edge.

“Don't try to make me feel dumb, I saw you two on the dock. A-and apparently you guys have been together for months!” You slide your hands down your face. The frustration causes a prickly feeling in your eyes. 

His scoff causes you to drop your hands. 

“She’s not my girlfriend? She’s just some girl my dad arranged me with. I don’t give a fuck about her.”

“I don't believe you at all. You looked really happy to me when she was practically all over you.”

“Do you hear yourself? Use your brain and think about what you just said. She was all over me. Not the other way around.” 

You momentarily think about it, trying to make sense of it. But still that explanation wasn't enough, he could have told you if that were the case, you would have understood. 

He takes a deep sigh, as he moves close to you again. He presses his chest to yours and brings his hand to your nape. At the same time, he nudges his forehead to yours and caresses his fingers against where your hair blends with your skin.

You sigh into his touch. You can't help it, it was comforting and familiar. You hate to admit it but you missed him. You knew you deserved better though. You deserve someone like JJ. Someone who made you bubble with laughter. Not cry yourself to sleep.

You bring your hand up and wrap your fingers around his forearm, a gentle attempt at getting him away. 

“Whatever it is Rafe, I don't care anymore. I know the truth, and it’s that you used me.” you suck in a breath “You don't care about me. You’re a liar, and I-I won't be your secret anymore. I won't be some piece of meat to you either. I think I deserve better. No, I know I deserve better.” 

When you finally look up at him you're surprised to find that he's calm? His fingers had stopped rubbing your skin, and you think he’s accepted your words. It made sense for him to give up on you so easily. Proves that you were just an object to him.

His jaw twitches as he looks over your weary expression.

“Let me guess you think JJ is better?” He snarls.

“For starters I think he at least likes me, and… I think I feel the same.” 

Almost immediately after the words leave your mouth, you feel his fingers press into the sides of your neck.

“Don't be stupid.” he sneers. you squirm in his hold, as he inches closer to your face. 

“He doesn't like you, he wants to fuck you. I mean really think about it baby, what have you given him to like besides your ass and tits? Maybe this pretty face huh?”

The mean words go to your head immediately. Maybe he was right? It’s not like you and JJ had sat down and had a real conversation. 

His fingers press harder and you squeeze at his forearm to get him to stop. The effort was useless, you knew he was too strong but you were desperate to stop the pain. 

“Please… stop. Please.” you squeak, whilst pleading with your eyes.

Only then does he let go. You gasp at the momentary relief, but it doesn't last for long. His hand travels up to the back of your head grabbing a fistful of hair before yanking your head back.

He hovers over you, intently focused on your torment. He looked like a madman, eyes gone black and unrecognizable. He was being so mean and it was breaking you. Tears brink your waterline, as you continue to plead.

“Please- Youre hurting me Rafe.” You grit out.

“I’m hurting you?” he snarls, “You know I really don’t think that’s the truth. I’m pretty fucking sure you’re the one hurting me.”

You weren't understanding. He was confusing you and the pain was becoming unbearable. The tears break free, at a particularly rough tug.

“I've told you so many times that I like you. That I want to be with you. I meant it then and I still mean it now. What more do I need to do to prove it to you, hmm?” 

Your scalp stings and the tears flow uncontrollably. Incoherent pleas fall from your mouth, as you dig your nails into his arm.

“You avoided me for weeks. That hurt. Then- then I find you throwing yourself at some random guy you don't even know. Like I wouldn't see? Like I dont fucking live here. But maybe you like hurting me? Is that it?”

“No- no. I don’t. I promise.”

The pressure was getting to you along with his confession. You were feeling guilty. You didn't mean to make him feel bad. You didn't mean to hurt him.

“Rafe. M’sorry.” He’s a blur as you look up at him, “I’m sorry ok? I shouldn't h-have assumed. I believe you-you.” Your voice was full of sorrow. 

He looks at you, like really looks at you. Then let's go. 

His eyes then looked in every direction except yours. He looked more than mad. He was livid, and It was all your fault. You felt so fucking bad, you wanted to fix it. Out of instinct you move to embrace him, shoving your head into his chest.

“I’m sorry” you whisper into his shirt. You feel him hesitate, before he brings his hand to encase your now tender head. You could feel the oncoming headache, but you didn't care. You needed to fix this. You bring your head away from his chest, and pout at his now tear stained fabric. 

All you wanted to hear was for him to say that it was ok. That he forgave you. 

Instead he doesn't say anything. Just swipes his thumb over your wet cheeks. 

“How about we go get you cleaned up hmm? Take care of these tears and wipe away the sticky booze from your skin.”

You nod and take the hand that he offers you. You misread everything so stupidly and look what it caused. 

-

The first thing Rafe did when you both entered his room was grab a wet towel. 

You stood between his legs as he wiped the alcohol residue from your skin. He still hadn’t said much, which made you wonder what was going through his mind. What was he thinking?

You turn when he prompts you to. You look down at him and he is entirely focused on getting you clean. He was being so sweet, which made you feel even worse. 

“Are you mad at me?” your voice is smaller than a whisper.

He looks up at you, and sets the towel aside. He doesn't take his eyes off you as he pulls you to sit down on his thigh. You watch him intently, awaiting a response. 

Instead he brings his palm to your face and pulls you into a kiss. Your lips meet and the fact that he still wants to kiss you makes you happy. You even get a little carried away. 

His lips were soft on yours and he met every single one of your movements. Your hand slides from his neck, feelings along his head of hair. You didn't want it to end, you desperately missed this. He pulls away and you look at him worried. Panicked. 

His forehead presses to yours.

“Fuckin missed you” His breath fans over your lips and you needily bridge the gap. You just want to make it right. He pulls away again and you pout. He said he missed you- so why did he not want to kiss you anymore? Was he repulsed by your behavior? 

You notice how his hand travels from your waist to his crotch, adjusting the tent in his pants

Oh he wasn't repulsed by you at all. The evidence of his arousal sparks an idea in your head. 

You ease off his thigh and he watches adoringly as you lower to your knees. It was the least you could do and it would make him feel better. This always made him feel better.

The wood is cold against your legs, but you don’t mind, for him. As you reach for his zipper, you look up at him with doe eyes. He looked pleased, which was good. 

When you try to undo his zipper his hand encases yours, stopping you. You pout again. Immediately thinking the worst. Did he not want you anymore?

“Look at you so sweet to me.” 

His hand frames your jaw, and his thumb brushes against your lip. He pushes fourth and you wrap your tongue around his digit. He then swiftly pulls it out, resulting in a pop sound. He wipes the wetness on your cheek, as he speaks. 

“I know you wanna show me that you're sorry bunny. But I need to show you something first, is that ok?”

You nod and he helps you stand up, he turns you around and tugs you down into his lap. You could feel how hard he was, through the seat of your bikini. 

You think better of grinding against him. Not wanting to be rejected again. As the thought passes, he so effortlessly slinks your legs over his. The movement causes your back to become flush with his chest. 

One of his hands sits at your inner thigh while the other splays along your bare stomach. The feel of his lips against the sweet spot of your neck makes you whimper. Makes you disgustingly sensitive. 

His palm glides up your torso, slipping underneath the fabric top. He feels and gropes at the soft skin, then subtly tweaks your nipple, causing your lips to part.

You move to rest your head on his shoulder, baring him your neck in the process. Giving more of yourself to him.

He’s gentle with you, until he starts to suck on the sensitive skin. Oddly enough it felt like it would leave a mark. You were familiar with the feeling on your chest, and places you could hide but never somewhere so visible like this. 

You weren't sure if it was his touch or the remnants from his aggression earlier, but you were starting to feel heady. 

His lips tickle as he slowly whispers into your skin causing goosebumps to erupt, “I think I need to really show you how much I care about you hmm?” His hand roams from your thigh to your covered core, and you suck in a breath. “Since you're doubting me.”

His hand dips into your bottoms, and his touch along your folds makes you feel so warm. You bite your lip when his cold ring grazes your clit. 

“Such a sloppy little pussy” He teases, as his fingers dip near your entrance to gather your slick. He slowly and methodically dances his fingers against your bundle of nerves. 

The sensation felt heavenly, he touched you better than anyone could. Even yourself.

He strums you ever so gently, and you feel heat rise along your skin. His pace grows faster and you can't help but grind your hips against his fingers. It feels too good to not. 

A distant slamlike noise bellows through the house, and you become all too aware of where you were and what you were doing with Rafe. Hopefully that wasn't them- oh, ohhh- your eyebrows knot at the pleasure of his quickened pace.

You sling your head against him, and in the corner of your vision you notice that the door is cracked open.

“Rafe, the door” you whine.

“It’s ok bunny, nobody’s coming up here. As long as you stay quiet, we’ve got nothing to worry about.”

The thought of being caught sends you over the edge. Quietly moaning and writhing under his touch,

“Fuck, there it is.” he continues his pace throughout your pulsating orgasm, “There we go. That’s it.” 

His touch strays from your clit and further down your slit. A different kind of pleasure nips at your nerves, when he dips his fingers into your entrance. They caress that soft spot within you, sending waves of ecstasy throughout your body. Eventually he coaxes another orgasm from you and you swear you could taste blood, from how hard you bit your lip.

His hand separates from your warmth, and the loss makes you twitch. 

“Open those pretty eyes for me, yeah?”

You follow his request and watch as he brings his fingers before you. Showcasing your slick that’s webbed between his fingers.

“Look at that, so fucking messy for me.”

In your euphoric daze, he picks you up from his lap and lies you down on the sheets. He hardly even has to spread your legs. You were willing for him. You’d let him do anything to you, with or without asking. He made you that way.

“You know I really think you wore this slutty little thing to get my attention, I think you wanted to make me jealous.”

“Nuh- I swear. I didn't. Just thought it was cute.”

“Oh you didn't? So you didn't think about me taking it off just like this, either?” He grabs each leg, and gently gets you out of the cheeky bottoms. 

“Didn't think of me touching you right here?” his thumb rubs along your overworked clit and you twitch. 

“Such a pretty pussy” he coos, as he continues his toying.

You don't know how or when he set himself free, but his warm member nudges its way through your slit. Rocking along your wetness and rubbing just right against your clit. The sensation was everything to you, and before you knew it you were cumming again.

“So greedy. Just cant stop cumming can you? I Think this pussy missed me?”

You feel cold and empty after that one, you need to feel his chest pressed against yours, You needed the contact, needed him so bad you didn't care if he suffocated you. 

As if he read your mind, he leans over you. Kissing you as he slides into you. Your mouth forms an O at the stretch. It had been weeks since you last had sex with him and he felt bigger than you remembered.

“I know, it’s so much isn’t it? So fucking tight for me.” You wrap your hands around his biceps, as he fucks you slow and deep. Your body bounces into the mattress from the weight of his thrusts. You squeeze his arms from the sensation, and your eyes gloss over. “Be good and take it bunny ”

His pace picks up and he continues kissing you, as if he was starved. You get so lost in the pleasure laced along your walls that you become sloppy with your kisses. 

“So drunk of my cock you can't even kiss me properly. Huh baby?”

“I-m sorry it feels so-so good Rafe” 

You feel the tightness creeping up on you again, and you whine, in protest. You can't anymore, it was too much. You press your hand to his shoulder, connecting your half lidded eyes with his.

“Cant s-too much”

“Just let it happen” he straightens his spine, pulling away from you to slink your calves over his shoulder.

The slight change in position, sends your eyes rolling back. He was so deep, hitting that perfect spot over and over again. The coil snaps and you moan is absent of noise, your eyes screw shut as he continues to spew nonsense. “Aww poor baby. Clenching me so tight. So pretty when you’re cock drunk.”

-

You had knocked out like a light, whenever Rafe was done. 

Which made it much easier for him to do what he needed. Which was damage control. 

You were a heavy sleeper, always had been after you guys fucked. So he assumed there was no risk in picking up the call right then. The phone rings a couple times before he decides to pick up. 

“I was busy Sofi” / “No I’m not coming over anymore I-something came up” / “Yeah..I’m fine.” / “I’ll take you to lunch tomorrow. That make up for it?” / “Look I gotta go” / “Yeah-yeah love you too babe.”

Rafe goes to set the phone aside when he gets another call. Just great. It’s Sarah. He knew exactly what this was gonna be about, but was he gonna let on about that? hell no.

“What do you want Sarah?” / “No” / “Yes, I’m sure. Why would I know the whereabouts of your dumb friend?” / “She probably wondered off to look for you-”

The call drops, indicating that she hung up on him. Which was good. No more questions. All his problems were solved for the time being except for the one that laid in his bed.

He watches you peacefully sleep, curled up underneath the throw blanket he laid over you. Did he like you? yeah, well at least he liked how devoted you were to him. You were pretty and naive.  

There was also the fact that he liked that he was fucking over his sister in the process. 

He didn’t mean for it to turn into this though. It was supposed to be one time, just a way for him to ease some stress and get his dick wet. He saw an easy opportunity and took it.

All he had to do was shower you with compliments. Leave lingering touches. Tell you that he liked you. Then the rest was easy.

Things changed however when he had you under him for that first time. He discovered how you’d let him do anything to you. When he got a little rough, you never once complained.

How was he supposed to just let that go? If anything he could take his frustration out on you and you’d beg for more. 

So if he had to tell you lies to keep you around, then so be it. And it seemed like he had you convinced at least for the time being.

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