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Rafe Interrupts Your Slumber Party And Takes You Back Home For Not Answering Any Of His Calls Or Texts.

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ rafe interrupts your slumber party and takes you back home for not answering any of his calls or texts.

warnings: toxic!rafe, mean!rafe, bitchy!kook!reader, girl talk, reader and her best friend ranting about their bf’s, cussing, arguing, slut shaming (?), reader makes rafe lose it lol, oral (m. receiving), face fucking, degradation, slapping, choking, cockwarming, power play, creampie

a/n: i don’t think i’ve ever had this many warnings lol

[9:30 PM] ray baby <3: HELLO???

[9:30 PM] ray baby <3: are my calls not going thru???

[9:31 PM] ray baby <3: i’m trying to make things right here. quit being a brat and pick tf up.

[9:31 PM] ray baby <3: why are my messages sending green???

[9:32 PM] ray baby <3: DID YOU FUCKING BLOCK ME?

“it’s about time we had a girl’s night, ‘leave the angry boyfriends at home for a while.” you nodded. “seriously. you wanna know what rafe did today?” you adjusted yourself on chanel’s fuzzy rug, your perfectly painted toes curling into the soft material. your best friend hummed, closing the magazine she was reading.

“we had planned to have lunch with my parents, so of course, i went out, got my hair styled, bought a new dress, which was beautiful by the way.. and he didn’t even notice anything or acknowledge how amazing i looked. ‘just grabbed his keys and said ‘let’s go.’” you rolled your eyes. chanel gasped as if someone had just slapped her in the face.

“i hate when they do that!” she jumped up from her bed, walking over to her closet. “look at this!” she pulled out a sexy mini dress with an open back. “i wore this for topper and he never admired me in it. i’m starting to think they’re getting comfortable.” you agreed immediately. “right!? it’s like they’re used to us being dolled up all the time, they don’t feel the need to even compliment us anymore.” you sighed.

“i have an idea..” chanel smiled, taking another mini dress out of her closet. “i say we dress up and post a picture so they could lose their minds. maybe then they’ll come to their senses.” you squealed excitedly, both of you changing for a quick photo. once she posted the provocative image on her story, you got back in your pj’s, the two of you changing the topic of conversation.

rafe was at home, pacing back and forth as he continued to text you, his skin flushed with white hot anger. “son of a bitch!” he shouted, breathing heavily as he tried to think of where you could be. since he was blocked, that also meant he couldn’t check your location. “where the hell are you?” rafe muttered to himself, looking out from the balcony of your shared bedroom.

just as rafe was about to launch his phone across the room, he got a notification from tooper.

[10:30 PM] top: 1 attached image

[10:30 PM] top: chanel posted this on her instagram story twenty minutes ago.

of course you’d be at chanel’s. rafe didn’t think he could be anymore angrier than he was, but then his phone lit up with a photo of you and your friend wearing the shortest dresses he’s ever seen, the caption ‘the cats are out to play tonight..’ making him see red.

[10:32 PM] yeah. y/n is in deep shit rn.

you and your bestie had long forgotten about the picture she posted, both of y’all laughing obnoxiously at something on her phone. “did you see the way-” both of you froze at the sound of banging from her front door. flashing each other a look, your eyes widened as the banging continued. “i’ll bet you a pair of miu miu heels that it’s your boyfriend.” you and chanel got up quietly.

“and i’ll bet you a pair of dior sandals that it’s topper.” she giggled, both of you walking to the front door. “you better hope you’re right..” as soon as chanel unlocked the door, both topper and rafe made their way inside. “what the-” rafe zeroed in on you, his eyes narrowing at your form. “uhm, what do you think you’re doing?” rafe was quick to grab your overnight bag from the corner of the living room, throwing the girly looking thing over his shoulder.

“m’getting your shit, ‘cause you’re coming home.” he towered over you, nostrils flaring as his jaw ticked. he looked hot like this you noted. “no i’m not.” you raised a brow, obviously challenging him now. topper and chanel were already off to her room, their own argument taking place. “yes, you are,” he stepped forward, “i’ve already lost my cool by coming over here, don’t push me right now.” his voice was dangerously low.

“or what?” you knew rafe didn’t miss the way your lips quirked, almost as if this whole thing was funny to you. “do you find this amusing?” he laughed, “i hope you do, ‘cause when i get you home we’ll see who has the last word.” you had butterflies right now and you hated it. “yeah, whatever.” you plopped down on the couch, crossing your arms over your chest. rafe stared at you for a second before going outside to put your things in his truck.

“get up, come on.” he nodded at you, making you scoff. “i told you i’m not going anywhere.” you avoided his gaze. “yeah you are, you wanna know why?” he pointed down the hallway, “cause those two aren’t yelling anymore, we both know what that means.” shit. unfortunately, you didn’t have a choice but to go home if you didn’t want to hear your best friend getting laid. still refusing to move, you gasped when rafe pulled you up and into his arms.

“wait! my shoes!” rafe ignored you, taking you out and tossing you in the truck. “you can always come back for them.” he shut the door, wasting no time in driving you both out of there. “you’re insane.” you shook your head, not even able to look outside cause of the tint on his windows. “i thought you got off on that shit.” you did. “i don’t get it sometimes, you know. you yell at me, asking me to notice the little things and appreciate the effort you put into your appearance and i do!” he shouted.

“no, you don’t! i did a spin for you and everything in my new dress, and you wanna know what i got? ‘wow. let’s go before we’re late.’” rafe took his eyes off the street in front of him. “i thought you looked flawless today, baby. is that what you want to hear?” he softened his tone. “no, not anymore! now you’re only telling me that because i had to bitch about it.” rafe groaned, punching the steering wheel.

“and so what?! all because i didn’t praise you before leaving the house, you decided to block me on everything and run off?” he was seething at the way that you looked unbothered in his passenger seat. “uh, correction; i didn’t ‘run’ off, i have a driver.” your attitude was off the charts right now, and rafe wanted nothing more than to put you in your place.

“same shit, y/n.” he shot back. “well, yeah, that’s exactly why i did what i did.” you shrugged, inspecting your nails while rafe’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. “is that also why you and your friend decided to post a slutty picture, huh? to get me over there?” rafe hated how good you looked in that photo. “it worked, didn’t it?” your boyfriend was full on laughing now, the vein on his forehead bulging out of his skin. no one else except you could strike the same chord ward could strike to get rafe angry.

“you’re mouthy tonight, huh?” he pulled into the driveway. “i thought you got off on that shit.” you used his own words from earlier against him. just when rafe thought he had already lost his mind, that catty comeback had him pushing over the edge. without another word, rafe got off the truck, circling over to your side before dragging you out.

“what-” he clamped a hand over your mouth, shutting the door behind you. “i swear if you open your mouth one more fucking time, i’m gonna stuff it full.” he said through gritted teeth, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. he was threatening you with a good time and he knew it. so you surrendered, letting him take you inside and upstairs where he practically threw you on your bed.

rafe was taking off his belt as you scooted up the satin sheets, the primal look in his eyes exciting you more than it should’ve. “always have something to say..” the metal buckle clinked on the floor, followed by his t-shirt and jeans before he grabbed your ankle, yanking you down towards the edge. “say something now.” he continued to pull you until your head was aligned with his throbbing cock.

you stayed silent, mouth watering at the sight. “i thought the ‘cats were out to play tonight’ looks like they got your tongue instead.” he laughed, referring to the caption of the photo you and chanel posted. “so fucking bitchy all the time..” he pushed your head back, tapping his length over your glossy lips. “open.” rafe didn’t even give you a chance to adjust to him before slamming into your throat, a groan rumbling from his chest.

you whined, hands shooting up to hold onto his thighs as he pulled your hair up in a makeshift ponytail. rafe was brutal when he was pissed off. “ah, fuck—” his head rolled to the side, eyebrows knitting in pleasure, “you make me so mad, baby.” he grunted, looking down to meet your teary gaze. “walking around here like you run everything,” he laughed, “but really you wouldn’t have the slightest clue on what to do if i wasn’t around.” you swallowed around him, making his hips stutter.

rafe pulled out, a gasp leaving your lips as a string of saliva still connected you two. he pulled you up, taking your pj’s off before pinning you down by your neck. “keep talking back, come on.” he slapped you very lightly on the cheek, the action bringing a smile to your face. “you’re fucking crazy.” rafe shook his head, staring down at you as your fingers wrapped around the hand he had on your throat. “fuck you.” your voice was weak.

you just didn’t give up. rafe leaned down, taking your lips in a searing kiss before he jolted back with a groan. “you’re biting now?” he laughed, “what’s next? you gonna make me bleed?” you managed to get his hand off of your neck, using your leg to flip him over so you were on top. “aw, you have no idea.” you caught the look of surprise that passed over his features.

“you say i always have something to say, but has it ever occurred to you that maybe i wouldn’t have so much to say if you just did things the way you’re supposed to?” you reached back, lining his cock up with your entrance. “..is it really so hard to tell me i’m pretty before we leave the house?” you sunk unto him, his hands resting in the curves of your hips. “fuck, baby.” he breathed out. all smugness he once had was long gone now.

“what’s wrong, ray?” you pouted, running your fingers up his torso before digging your nails in his chest. he hissed, glaring up at you as he fought the urge to fuck into your tight cunt. “please move.” he swallowed thickly, the feeling of you wrapped around him making his eyes flutter shut. “please?” you laughed, “..how fucking pathetic.”

you couldn’t deny how good rafe felt inside of you, your own hips wanting to move against his but your ego was far too high. “i’m sorry. for all of it. i should’ve acknowledged you and appreciated you, not just this past time, but all the time.” he drew your hands in his, stroking your skin with his thumb. “that’s it?” your walls fluttered around him. “and i promise to make it up to you if you let me..” balancing your weight on your palms that were on his chest, you pressed a kiss to his lips before whispering; “was that so difficult?”

rafe cursed when you started moving, your hips rolling into his with perfect precision. rafe held onto your wrists as you let out the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard. “seems like arguing gets you soaked.” he gazed up at you pretty face, admiring the way your lipgloss was left smudged around your lips. “that’s our foreplay, baby.” fuck, you were the sexiest thing alive. “can i please get on top? ‘wanna kiss those lips so fucking bad.” you nodded, both of you rolling over before he hooked your leg over his shoulder.

at this angle, rafe was hitting that spot inside of you that made you see stars. with his pubic bone slamming against your clit with each thrust, and the death grip your pussy had on him, it wasn’t long before both of you were panting into each other’s mouths, heavy tears falling down your cheeks at the pleasure. rafe was stroking your face as if you were made of glass, slipping his thumb between your lips. he watched you suck the digit, your fucked out gaze never leaving his.

“so fucking beautiful..” he pecked the tip of your nose. “let me feel you cum.” rafe cooed. your fingers interlaced with his, the band in your stomach snapping. you cried out, your boyfriend whispering praises in your ear. “fuck..” you whimpered, his thrusts slowing down until he painted your insides with his seed. you drew in a breath at the sensation, both you and rafe taking a moment to admire one another. you two stayed like this for a few minutes.

“are you still mad?” both of you asked at the same time, your laughs echoing in your shared bedroom. “no.” he pulled out with a groan, scooping you into his arms as he covered you both with the comforter. “are you?” he nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your perfume. “no. but i owe chanel a pair of miu miu heels..” you sighed. “why?” rafe asked confused. “because we made a bet to see whose psycho boyfriend would show up after we posted that picture.. we both lost.”

Rafe Interrupts Your Slumber Party And Takes You Back Home For Not Answering Any Of His Calls Or Texts.

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