But You Love Your Boyfriend.

but you love your boyfriend.

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You never understand why you keep going back. Maybe it was his specific ways of persuasion, maybe manipulation. Or maybe you actually love him.

warnings: angst, some fluff, light themes of toxic relationships and obsession. themes of manipulation. proof read.

Every week. Every week there’s another screaming, yelling, throwing random shit argument that happens between you two. And half of the time, it’s not even anything serious. Well, to you it’s not. But to Rafe? Oh, he takes everything personal.

You cant help but overthink about the little things you do now. About anyone or anything; who you text, talk to, what you wear, when you wear it. It’s like you’re fucking restricted, having to oblige to his rules and his sick mind games.

So whenever he attempts ( and sometimes succeeds ) in manipulating and gaslighting you, all you can do is just give him a slight glare, maybe cross your arms over your chest and narrow your eyes at him to try and assert atleast some authority. Oh, but that never ends well either.

“..don’t give me that fucking look.” Rafe scoffed, big arms crossing over his chest, biceps peeking out of his white polo. It’s like he’s trying to mock you, humiliate you and make you feel like nothing compared to him. Well, it works. Everytime.

The feeling of isolation; like a mere shame compared to a man. It’s suffocating, being tangled in the emotions of self doubt and self pity, because you know nobody else will pity yourself. —having the restrain wet tears from drizzling down your cheeks. It’s exhausting. You constantly remind yourself that you love your boyfriend, Rafe cameron. Because you do, you have your own ways to love him, and your own times to love him at. But in this moment, fuck, you were contemplating weather you loved him, or you loved the idea of a boyfriend.

but you do love your boyfriend.

Whenever you’re around him, you feel your heart tighten, like it’ll explode. You’d imagine confetti and heart balloons thinking out of your heart when you lay your eyes upon him. Electric shocks imploding in your mind, and the most innocent, naive grin forming on your pale lips.

so of course, you loved love him.

And everytime you look into his pretty, aquamarine eyes, you’re eyes flutter in awe. He’s gorgeous, to you he’s the most beautiful man in the world, you loved him more than anything. He looks like a sweet melody on a summers day. He feels like the warmth of the sand at the beach. Your heart aches for him and your mind creates tiny little stars whenever you’re close to him. — you feel the ground beneath you shake. —like the world only exists for you two and you’re made for eachother. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and glaring at him with you’re big doey eyes.

so, what more could you want?

but what more could he want?

you aways had a slight feeling that you weren’t good enough for him.— that he’s cheating and whenever you asked him about it he always disregarded your question. he always would tell you that he would never cheat, youre his perfect girl and he loves you. he reassures you, tells you not to worry and forces an image into your mind that he would never do that, ..and maybe he wouldn’t.

then why would you find other girls on his phone?

you never asked him about it because then he would know you’re being sneaky, not listening to him and disbelieving his words. but then again..

He takes care of you. Everytime. Whenever you’re sick, curdling up in your sweet bed, trying to forget about the rest of existence, he’s always there beside you. —rough hand colliding with your hair, stroking through your soft locks gently. His gentleness, you always admired. His plump lips pressing against yours which sent waves to ripple down your body, goosebumps elevating on your fair skin.

“—it’s okay baby, i’m here..” His warm breath and silk words seeping into your ear. You couldn’t help but fluster at the sight. You, laying in your boyfriends arms whilst he cares for you, aids you when you need it, even when you don’t ask. He was always there for you physically.

But what about mentally?

You love your boyfriend.

But everytime you close your eyes, all you can be reminded of is all the times he wasn’t there for you. Infact, he would be the reason for your distress. He’d leave you alone to rot in agony and ache all unattended.

Especially after an argument. You’d leave a million missed phone calls and texts on his phone.

[1:23AM] — rafe?

[1:23AM] — rafe i’m sorry please call me back.

[1:24AM] — missed phone call x2

[3:49AM] — rafe. please.

you knew he was sitting behind his screen, peering at his phone blowing up. you knew he wouldn’t reply, but you tried anyway, being swallowed by doubt. Satisfied with how loyal and devoted you are, how hopeless and how you’re nothing when he’s not around. — like an infectious symbioate you could never rid yourself of, because..

You love your boyfriend.

oh yeah, he always left you on read during these times.

and eventually you’d give up calling.

until he’s back at your door step, fresh flowers in hand along with some chocolates in the other. An apologetic smile splayed on his lips, and then all your thoughts wash away.

You love him. He’s the man you want to have children with, he’s the man that’ll propose to you, slide a pretty gem on your finger to symbolise your love for each other. He’s the man that’ll be the daddy to your children. He’ll be there for you during your highest and lowest. He’ll listen to your sobs and your laughters. You already listen to his. One day you two will be buried together, till death do you two part.

You love your boyfriend.

and there’s nothing in the world that you wouldn’t do for him.

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inspired by the song:

“ I love my boyfriend “— princess chelsea .

lmaooo the most recent tits!obsessed rafe headcanon you reposted where he just wants to use reader’s boobs as a pillow. imagine reader is on her period & her boobs are too sore to be used a pillow— much less touched— so rafe just whines and pouts and grumbles all night long :((( #givehimthetitties

post!

omg stop, he would be so fucking cute when he pouts like that 😩😩 (your #givehimthetitties tag is KILLING ME)

“no, rafe. i’m serious, they hurt.” you whined, gently pushing his head off your breasts. he was just trying to snuggle, just wanted to lay his head on your pretty chest. but it was shark week and your breasts were extra sensitive.

rafe’s brows furrowed, his expression a mixture of hurt and frustration. god, you hate when he looked at you like that. like a little puppy who was begging for something. you tried to reach out for rafe, but he turned away, laying on his other side, his back to you.

“rafe, are you serious? baby, come on, don’t be like that.” you pleaded, your hand resting on his bicep as you stared at the back of his head. “no, no, it’s fine. i totally understand.” he replied back, his voice so obviously dripping with sarcasm. you snorted, trying to get rafe to turn back to face you, but he wasn’t budging. you scooted closer to him, peering around from behind him as you looked at his face.

there laid your adult, 6’2” boyfriend with a pout and an adorably angry face. “baby… c’mon…” you pouted, desperate and hoping to cheer him up. but we all know the one thing capable of cheering him up right now, he can’t have. “no, leave me alone.” he pouted, his brows furrowed and bottom lip jutting out. you couldn’t help but giggle, much to his dismay. because what was he pissed off? why was he grumpy? because he couldn’t use your tits as a pillow. i mean, c’mon, that’s fucking adorable. he’s your precious boy.

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wanna come over n' do sum blow? read at 2am … dealer!rafe cameron ! 18+, mdni. ༄.°

all over kildare you were deemed a "sweetheart" and an "angel" by anyone who knew you. you were poised and graceful, always dressed in pastels, your makeup light, and your hair always done up with pretty ornaments. your personality matched your looks—as sweet as sugar, helpful, and kind—vastly different from most of the people that resided in kildare. you were innocent to most. well, almost.

beneath the lily-white façade, you were a fiend. a coke addict. and rafe cameron knew. he was your best friend's older brother, and you barely knew him, really. whenever you hung out with sarah, you only caught glimpses of him as he was off living his own life, doing his own things, not that you cared, as when he was around, he treated you as "one of sarah's little friends" and picked on you a little bit. playful banter, you supposed, if it wasn't for the small jabs at your purity, mocking you.

it was honestly a mistake, one of those offhand coincidences. you had been doing so well hiding your little habit from everyone who was close to you, remaining as your usual as-pure-as-the-driven-snow self in front of them. that was until sarah had invited you to one of rafe's infamous parties, and you couldn't decline when she looked at you like that. how could you? she promised that there wasn't going to be any drugs or alcohol, but you knew better. drugs and alcohol were synonymous with rafe's name, so you decided to suck it up and play along.

the party was wild as always when you had shown up. sarah immediately led you through the estate and into the kitchen, crowded with teenagers doing god knows what. you tried to keep your eyes ahead of you and focused on the back of the blonde's head. she handed you a glass of water, nursing on her own cup with an amused smile gracing her pretty lips, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes and nudge her, causing her to bubble up a laugh.

admittedly, as the party went on and you had gotten separated from sarah at some point throughout it, looking around you made you start to withdraw. people were shameless in their illicit acts, doing substances so openly for everyone to see, but it was kildare. everyone and their mama had their habits, whether or not they cared to share them freely with prying eyes. of course, you were no different, and it was getting increasingly harder to control your urges.

you decided to relieve yourself by going upstairs, wanting to go into sarah's room to calm down and put yourself in order. as you made it down the hall, you noticed her older brother's door slightly ajar, which captured your interest and piqued your curiosity, moving towards it and pushing it open more, like something had overtaken you that you couldn't quite control.

the door opened more and revealed the dirty-blond's bedroom; you had never seen it before; sleek and clean for the most part, as expected of a rich boy, but the more it opened, the more you saw, eventually leading you to see rafe himself standing up against his balcony, doing a line with both doors open.

you were paralyzed, staring at it, praying to god that he didn't turn around and see you standing there practically salivating for it. to snort a line. to let go and relax. to get out of those fucking heels because, christ, they were killing you. unfortunately, god didn't hear those prayers, and as if he could feel your intense staring, he turned to look over his shoulder and at his now more than ajar door, your small, unexpected frame lurking in the doorway with the most bemused expression plastered across your delicate face, eyes wide and lips parted slightly.

oh, fuck, he thought, what a pleasant surprise. 

reading your face and demeanor as if he were a psychic, he nodded with his chin for you to come over, an invitation that didn't at all go unnoticed, and you accepted it naturally, walking into his room and closing the door behind you with a soft click, making your way over to him with small, tentative steps until you crossed the threshold and out onto the balcony with him, your eyes glancing at the cocaine laid out along the eloquent railing, tempting you.

"who knew that you of all people would be so interested in something like this, miss delicate flower, who never so much as raises 'er voice or does anything improper?" the dirty-blond sneered, his eyes gazing down at you with mirth as he so casually gestured towards what you wanted, and for the first time since he's known you, you furrowed your brows at him, irked.

"oho, fuck, princess. don't look at me like that; just messin' with you; i don't really care. honestly, i saw through your little bullshit act right away, but you seemed so invested in my sister, so i left it alone." he chuckled, shaking his head and turning to look out below the balcony and propped his elbow onto the railing with his head in his hand.

"s'not an act." you futilely tried to protest even despite being caught red-handed in your longstanding lie, nervously grabbing at the hem of your dress and fidgeting with it, uncomfortable with yourself, especially with the way rafe cocked his head and gave you a once over before settling his eyes back on yours, peering into them like he could see into the deepest part of your soul, where all of your deceptions lied underneath the wholesome appearance.

"sure s'not. if it isn't, walk out of here then. i don't need one of sarah's stuck-up, prissy friends in my room givin' me a goddamn headache when all i'm tryna do is relax." he stated, glancing at his door, as forthright and dickish as he always was, shrugging his shoulders with a smug look carved into his sharp features.

it annoyed you how standoffish he was, especially right then. you knew that he knew that you weren't going to leave, not when the metaphorical card was already laid out on the table, calling your name with its honey-toned voice, and you scrunched up your nose, eyes squinting at him, bunching up the edge of your pristine skirt into your fists. you hated that he knew, that he could see through you—some part of you really did want to leave, to call his bluff, make him look like an idiot for thinking of you any differently than what you presented yourself as, but you wouldn't. you couldn't.

when you didn't move an inch from where you were boring your eyes into him, rafe's cocky ass smirk only widened in response, and he hummed, amused by you, like you were some undomesticated, rabid animal seeking out your fix with crazed eyes. though, he had to admit, it was beautifully wild in a way, how you looked right then. he swore he could see the desperation lurking behind your eyes, feeling himself relent just a bit and shaking his head.

"go on. i don't mind sharin'." he sighed, moving a bit out of the way as he raised his brows, watching the way your whole attitude shifted, your eyes immediately lighting up like fireworks had just gone off inside of them, your body visibly relaxing, and the smallest hint of a smile forming along your glossy lips.

you turned gracefully on your heels and faced the railing of the balcony, eyeing the two powdery lines, residue from the one rafe had already snorted lingering by them, and looked around for something to use to inhale it with but came up short, letting out a huff, but, oh well, at least you were getting the relief you craved. reaching your hand behind your head, you grabbed onto your hair and formed it into a makeshift ponytail before leaning over and positioning yourself closest to the line towards the edge, using your free hand to plug one of your nostrils before swiping across, inhaling the drug, and pulling back, fluttering your lashes and sniffling.

rafe watched with eyes like a hawk, enjoying the unintentional show you were putting on for him. he felt elated to know that you had dropped the whole goody two-shoes act, finally showing your true colors, which he found to be much more appealing than that fake ass miss prim shit, masquerading as some proper angel when deep down you were just like everyone else, no longer hiding it from his prying eyes. he'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't find you attractive at all in the moment, his gaze drifting towards your ass when you had bent over, wetting his lips, and following you intently when you rose back up.

he couldn't help himself; really, you were too fucking beautiful right then in your natural element, turning your head to look up at him with goddamn doe eyes, dainty lashes fluttering, the color of yours becoming greedily swallowed up by your pupils as the coke settled in your system, lips parting as you became more and more lax, simple-minded. you were easy now, and what you didn't know was that rafe did, indeed, not mind sharing, but that came with a price that he purposefully hid underneath his charitable tone, a price you were now going to pay for.

his arm dropped from the railing and stalked back closer to you, his eyes drinking you in like a fine wine as you tilted your head back inch by inch to look up at him properly, your features soft and graceful, some of your hair falling in front of your face.

he leaned his head down, his lips hovering close to your ear and eliciting a small, surprised noise from you, shivering a bit as you felt his warm breath fan over the sensitive skin. every sensation now heightened thanks to the angel dust coursing through your body, a bit dizzy and lightheaded.

"usually i'd ask you to pay me money for that sampler, but, y'know, i'm sure there's another way you'd be willing to pay me back, hm?" he whispered into your ear, his hand finding purchase on your hip and drawing you in, his warmth seeping through the silk fabric of your dress and making you stiffen.

your high made any rational thoughts leave your spinning head, so obediently you nodded your head and craned your neck back more, rafe leaving the side of your head with a wicked smile split across his face, sapphire eyes darkened, and he extended his other hand out towards his bedroom. "be my guest," and you did, having been piledrived into his mattress while clawing at him from overstimulation all the while he degraded you for being such a dirty fucking coke whore.

it was around 2am and you were up, sitting in front of your vanity and combing through your hair, having not been able to sleep for some reason, so you decided to doll yourself up just for yourself.

a buzz from your phone drew your attention away from your reflection and looked to it atop your desk, placing down your brush and grabbing ahold of it, unlocking it with a small scowl as you saw you had a notification from rafe cameron—your dealer. after that one night, you'll never forget.

he promised to give you good cocaine on account of you being the most perfect, pliant hole he's ever had the pleasure of fucking into, like his own personal fleshlight, so as long as you continue doing so, to which you agreed because it was a pretty good deal, but you made the condition of him not spilling your secret. he accepted.

> wanna come over n' do sum blow?

that was the text message. straightforward. you rolled your eyes and hovered your thumbs over the keyboard that had materialized within the chat, contemplating. no doubt this was a booty call, but you had been craving for that euphoric release for a few weeks now, having been preoccupied with other stuff.

is sarah home?

> no. at a friend's house. sleepover or sum shit.

you sighed. you didn't have an excuse not to go, so with tentative fingers, you gave him your answer.

be there in 20.

"r—a—fe!" you squeaked out as you dug your perfectly manicured nails into the dirty-blond's muscled back, fat, pearly tears streaming down your face as he folded you in half on top of his bed, driving his fat cock in and out of your weeping, overstimulated, puffy pussy, his hands keeping your legs secure with your knees pressed to your chest.

"take it, take it, take it. oh, god, yeah. so fucking good, sucking in my dick so well, huh?" he rasped, his thrusts relentless as he pistoned himself into you over and over and over and over again, your body trembling as it felt like you were getting electrocuted with shockwave after shockwave, rippling through your fucked-out body, not even moaning anymore, just crying.

the mushroom tip of his cock bullied your cervix with each mindnumbing thrust he delivered, not letting up even after the three rounds you had already been subjected to, your insides mushy and gooey, the base of rafe's dick coated with a creamy ring, answered for by your orgasms, each one being pulled from you that enraptured your whole body and left you cumming around his cock, milking him for everything you were worth.

"can't—take it—anymore! 'm too sens'tive! stop rafe! please, ple—ase!" you choked out through incessant whimpers and cries, back arching off the bed as he ground his dick into you, pushing you to your next orgasm rapidly, toes curling and your nails digging in even deeper, drawing groans from his kiss-bitten lips.

"nonono, baby. i gave you the sweet release you wanted, right? so, 'm gonna fuckin' get mine," he grunted, pushing down on your legs further, your body that of a contortionist with the way he had you bent like a goddamn lawn chair. "every," he pounded once harshly, "single," and again. "fucking," and again. "one." he picked his speed back up and threw his head back, strings of curses pouring from his lips.

your head was entirely blank, nothing in it, simply riding out your incredible high as rafe absolutely destroyed you, approaching your climax. with a final pump, you were sent tumbling over the edge and cried out his name like it was a prayer, your body lifting from the bed, head lolling back against his pillows, tidal waves crashing over you as your vision blacked out.

the dirty-blond simply gazed down as you convulsed around him, your petals fluttering around him and greedily clenching, cum sticking to his length as he slowed down his motions, mouth agape with pride as he watched himself fuck it back into you, your hole spent and aching, being overstimulated again, and through your delirium, you tried to push away, whimpering pathetically, to which he simply laughed in your face.

"uh-uh, coke whore. not done yet, haven't even come," he crooned bittersweetly, starting to pick up his pace again, leaning in close to press a few soft kisses to your knee, followed by a bite, causing you to jolt, his smirk widening. "stay still, yeah? i'll give you extra if you be good, and let me fuck you some more."

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P*LINKS FOR NICHOLAS CHAVEZ <3

eating you out

riding him

on top

jerking him off

missionary

him eating you out AND jerking off

on the kitchen counter

morning s*x

making out

sixty- nine

free use

breeding kink

in the suit

being red hood’s girlfriend in gotham 🪩 .

(posting a red hood blurb soon💋 )

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.”