Pity Party
Pity Party
Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: NON-CON/DUB-CON (+ mentions of), toxic/abusive relationship, mentions of manipulation, dad!Rafe, established Rafe x reader
➥ While this can absolutely be read as a stand alone piece, it is also the much requested follow up to my WTPO series. I hope this doesn't disappoint!
➥ banner by @vase-of-lilies | ➥ divider by @firefly-graphics
summary: You became the envy of every woman in Kildare County the day you became Mrs. Rafe Cameron.
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You slid along the floor using your knees, hand occupied by an even tinier one as your son unsteadily put one foot in front of the other. Your lips were pulled into a smile as you watched him, your free hand hovering behind his back for when he very likely would fall. Your other son was occupied with a snack, and when—as expected—the youngest one’s legs gave out, you scooped him up with a giggle.
“Look at you,” you cooed. “You’re going to be sprinting by this weekend.”
His cherubic face smiled back at you, lips wet with drool, and you wiped his mouth with a smile. Your oldest—now done with his Goldfish—was currently tugging on your dress, and when you looked down at him, he had a wide grin on his face.
“I wanna play with him…”
His soft voice had your own expression softening, and you quietly told him ‘okay’, taking a seat right on the floor where you were formerly standing. You emptied your hands, letting your son crawl around and slap at the ground as his brother followed him, face so close to his as he whispered things to him that he didn’t quite understand yet. You let your mind wander, warmth blooming in your chest as you thought about how…sweet they were.
There had been a time where you feared they wouldn’t be.
…and as you stared at them, you almost felt bad for ever thinking they could be anything less than angels, but it couldn’t be helped. They were children, and there were very few things in this world that were more innocent than children. They both came out squirming and pudgy and perfect—screaming their heads off and only calming once they were in your arms. They came into this world looking at you with the kind of eyes that had never experienced or done a single bad thing in their life.
They were children…babies…
…but they were Rafe’s babies.
And as much as you would like to, you would never be able to forget how they both came to be here. Fighting off Rafe Cameron was hard enough when you were going through a tumultuous breakup, but it became damn near impossible once he managed to get a ring on your finger and a prison around you in the form of a fancy house. You looked down at the large rock, a pang going through your chest at the sight of a simple gold band below it.
The wedding had been the grand fanfare it was expected to be, serving it’s purpose of making you the envy of every woman in Kildare County. Your oldest son—having been an only child at the time—was pulled down the aisle in a wagon with a pillow in his lap that contained the rings. Rose had gushed over you in the dressing room, long having convinced herself no woman would ever marry Rafe and she’d never get to experience this. Your father had cried as he handed you off to your husband to be, and tears had kissed your own eyes but just for an entirely different reason.
Your dress was made for a princess, and your veil was made for an angel, and your makeup was made for a doll. Everything was perfect, everything going off without a hitch. Absolutely nothing—not a single thing—had gone wrong, and even though by that point you’d slowly started to accept your fate…something in you had hoped. For what? You weren’t entirely sure.
You’d hoped that some crazy ex girlfriend of Rafe’s would stand up and object. You’d hoped that your brother would go against your wishes and drag you away from it all. Hell, you’d even hoped that someone would choke on their spit and require an ambulance. Deep down though, you’d known what you really hoped for.
You had hoped that Rafe would do the right thing…and let you go.
It was a silly hope. Rafe Cameron had gone through entirely too much trouble to ensure you’d never leave him, even going as far as threatening to take your son away from you. He—both of them—was the only good thing to come out of this. From the first moment you laid eyes on him, you’d wanted him all for yourself and far away from Rafe. The brunette simply didn’t deserve him, and you had no doubt that Rafe would agree, but his selfishness outweighed any thought of doing what was right. That had always been the case.
You didn’t know why you thought your wedding day might be any different.
Rafe moments away from chaining you to him forever? There was no shot in hell of him walking away from that, and you sighed at how naively hopeful you’d been that day. The sound of your oldest son’s laughter pulled you from your thoughts, and you looked over just in time to see him jump to his feet, promptly sprinting towards the foyer. You weren’t worried, knowing exactly who it was that could elicit such a reaction from him.
You swallowed at the sound of Rafe’s voice, taking your 11-month old into your arms.
“...and how were my boys?”
He came into view as he said that, the messy haired little boy upside down in his arms as he kicked his feet and laughed.
You knew the question wasn’t meant for you.
“I was bad,” your son told him, and you fought back a smile, knowing why he said that.
Rafe’s gaze met yours, and the smile that threatened to ghost over your lips was gone. He merely smirked at the sight, rolling his eyes and turning his attention back to the boy in his arms.
“Bad? Oh no,” he chuckled. “Why were you bad?”
“I accidentally spilled juice on mommy’s dress.”
Your son’s words came out small, slurring together a bit with his slight lisp. You’d told him that it was fine—accidents happen—but you knew why he was so hung up on it. As awful as Rafe treated you behind closed doors, he treated you a million times better for the whole world to see. He was smart that way, and the whole world included your children. They saw their dad treat mommy like a princess—none the wiser to what the true nature of your relationship was really like—and so they followed suit.
An offense against you—no matter how small—was especially heinous.
“Oh that is bad,” Rafe murmured, setting him down on his feet. “Guess we’ll have to buy her a new one, huh?”
He ruffled his hair, and your son beamed at the thought of going shopping.
You avoided Rafe’s gaze as he neared you, an impressive feat when he came to kneel down before you. Your youngest was squirming in your arms—babbling—and you swallowed when Rafe reached out to lightly squish his cheeks. He pressed his lips to his tiny forehead just as his hand landed on your own cheek, and only then did you look at him.
Rafe stared at you for what felt like a long time, expression unreadable. Your oldest was going on about something behind him that neither of you were giving too much attention to. His blue eyes looked between yours, studying you, and you could smell his cologne. After what felt like too long, his pink lips finally curved into that haughty half smile you were used to seeing.
It never not made you want to smack it right off of his face.
“...and how was mommy today?” he quietly asked.
There were a thousand things you wanted to say to him.
You wanted to say that mommy cried in the bathroom because she still had thoughts of leaving sometimes even at the loss of her own children, but then she’d remember how much she loved them and couldn’t live without them and the guilt would set in. You wanted to tell him that mommy’s thigh still hurt from where he’d sank his teeth into it the night before for daring to tell him she still hated him sometimes. You even started to tell him that mommy had rare moments here and there where she’d momentarily forget their history and find herself content in this big house with her children and fancy ring until she remembered how her children got here and what said house and ring represented.
You didn’t say any of that though.
Instead, you merely blinked at Rafe, and told him what you always did.
“Mommy was fine.”
The vase narrowly missed Rafe’s head, his quick reflexes making your heart sink with disappointment. Your own quick thinking had you frantically looking around for something else to throw at him, but his feet moved faster than your brain, and he was nearing you before you made up your mind. Unable to stomach being around him, right now, you hurriedly sprinted to the other side of the room. You paid no mind to the way he called your name, a blend of anger and exasperation there.
“Are you done…?”
You didn’t look at him, keeping your angry gaze on the floor. Besides, you didn’t have to in order to know what he looked like. You could imagine it perfectly—steely blue eyes cold and intently focused on you, hands on his hips and jaw clenched so hard you’d swear it was about to break. When you finally did glance at him, you were proven right.
“This little…” he waved his hand about. “...tantrum. You’re finished?”
“Fuck you,” you whispered.
You couldn’t hold in your tears, and they spilled over without your permission. Rafe sucked his teeth at the sight, and when he took a step towards you, you made to leave the living room completely. Your sons were with your mom—they would be the whole weekend—because that was the plan. They would stay with grandma for a few days while you went to Charlotte to visit Pope at school. Rafe was supposed to be handling business with Ward, anyway.
He was not supposed to be sabotaging your plans and canceling car rentals and flights and ruining your entire weekend.
Rafe stopped you before you could get far, and you didn’t even attempt to get away, too defeated and upset to smack him square across the face like you wanted. His fingers dug into your skin, and you wondered if a light bruise would be there in the morning. You could tell by the way he held you that he was upset, but you didn’t understand what he had to be upset about. It had been four years since Rafe started this fucked up dynamic he called a family and over two since you’d reluctantly said ‘I do’. You even gave him another son…and yet…
It was clear now that he still didn’t trust you.
Sure, you had the stray thought or two here and there about escaping, but when it was all said and done, those were just thoughts. Your children meant too much to you to just take off, and even if you ever got to that point one day where you’d happily sacrifice their chance to grow up with a mother just to have your own freedom, Rafe would never let that happen. Your fate was sealed from the very moment he’d decided you were it for him.
“I haven’t seen my brother in months. It’s his last year of school, and I didn’t want the next time I see him to be at his Goddamn graduation,” you spat, lips trembling. “You said you were okay with it!”
“Yeah, I was,” Rafe replied in a tone that hinted at more to come.
You were right.
“...but then I remembered that this would be the first time we’d be apart for a distance more than thirty miles and how way up there in Charlotte you could disappear to wherever you wanted and-.”
“You wouldn’t have to worry about any of that if we had a normal relationship,” you cut him off, a sneer on your lips. “You wouldn’t have to worry about the possibility of me running away from you if you’d never hurt me and raped me and damn near threatened me into marrying you.”
At those words, Rafe let you go as if you burned him, and you reminded yourself how much Rafe hated to be reminded of why you were really here. You were positive he sometimes convinced himself that this relationship was as real as it could be—the perfect parents with the perfect children and the perfect marriage. After all, it was what everyone on the outside saw when they were looking in.
The difference between the two of you it seemed was that you knew it was all pretend.
Rafe liked to believe that it wasn’t.
“All of that aside…do you really think I’d leave them?”
Your question came out whispered, and you didn’t miss the slight twitch in Rafe’s face. Leave them…not leave him. Rafe was smart in knowing that knocking you up would be the only thing to truly prevent you from leaving, and yet he absolutely hated to be reminded of it. To be reminded that it was not—and never would be—him keeping you here.
His expression morphed, a shadow passing over his features as he glanced away, shoving a hand into his pocket.
“I can’t take that chance,” was all he said, making more tears spill over. “Pope’s not going anywhere. You can always see him another time.”
You pulled your lip between your teeth in anger, and when he reached for you, he was stopped by a harsh slap to the cheek. Your lips wouldn’t stop trembling, and you just stared at him as he rubbed his face.
“You have taken so much from me, Rafe,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes at him. “If your goal is to make sure we’re both absolutely miserable…then keep it up.”
You turned away from him, refusing to spare him another look as you made your way upstairs to unpack your suitcase.
Most days in your marriage were okay. They weren’t awful, and they weren't’ exactly anything you’d jump at the chance to relive. They were simply just…okay. On those days, Rafe would wake you up with a kiss, sometimes more than that, and you’d start your day—usually something that consisted of preparing for your children to wake up. They made those days stand a chance at being somewhat enjoyable, and you thought to yourself that maybe one day when they were old enough, you’d tell them how much they did for you without even knowing.
On the days where your marriage wasn’t okay, you were usually overcome with how you really felt about Rafe. Those days didn’t come as often as they used to—a fact you didn’t like to let your mind linger on—but when they did, they usually ended in your tears.
…and Rafe pinning you down and just taking what he wanted.
Rafe had felt entitled to your body long before he put the ring on your finger, but after you took his last name, his entitlement went to an entirely new level. You recalled a day where you had the house to yourselves and how silly you’d been to think Rafe would respect your wish to be alone.
“Do you know what this means?” he’d harshly asked, squeezing your left hand as he held it up for both of you to see.
The 4-carat marquise solitaire glinted under the bright kitchen light.
“It means you’re my wife, it means you’re mine,” he’d hissed, getting in real close and touching your nose with his. “Do you get how patient I’ve been? How patient I am?”
You’d shrank away from him, wincing at the slight pain in your left hand.
“I know this hasn’t been easy for you, but it’s been years,” he’d told you. “There’s a ring on your finger and two little boys walking around with my face. You need to suck it up!”
The counter had been harsh against your stomach as he bent you over it.
The good days in your marriage were even more rare, and even those ended in you feeling sad for yourself. It was usually a whole day of your boys keeping a smile on your face, the feeling so infectious that even Rafe couldn’t make it go away. And that’s how you’d find yourself smiling at him and playing with your children together and actually acting like a family. Only…on those rare days…it wasn’t acting. For just several hours, everything that Rafe was and everything he’d done would be so far from your mind.
You’d find yourself bathing your youngest together—your oldest only listening to you when it was time to wash behind his ears—cooing over the baby that was just shy of turning one years old. You’d let your son run into your arms as he hid from the ‘tickle monster’, playfully pushing at Rafe’s chest as you protected the three year old from him. Sometimes you’d even fall asleep with your head so close to Rafe’s lap as he read to them, your son begging you both to stay until he fell asleep.
Of all the days in your marriage that you’d anticipated being the hardest, the ‘good’ days were not among them. Reality would set in during the morning, sometimes even that same night, and your chest would ache as you held back tears because what you and Rafe had was not real. It wasn’t a real marriage, and you weren’t a real family, and on those days where you forgot that, the truth just hit so much harder. All of the anger and disappointment would come back…and then the fear would set in.
It scared you how easily you could slip into that headspace and live in some alternate reality where Rafe was a good husband and your children hadn’t been the product of rape and you didn’t have errant thoughts of what it would be like to be free of him. It scared you how good it felt to forget it all, how a day might come where instead of finding yourself slipping into that mindset, you just…chose it.
It would be so easy.
…but you felt like you owed it to yourself to hate him forever.
Sometimes he made hating him so easy…and then other times so, so hard.
“They’re so sweet to you,” he murmured in the low lighting, both of your kids fast asleep in their room.
You’d been trying to find sleep of your own, but Rafe’s phone call with Ward left you both up long after you wanted to be. You were unfortunately wide awake when slid in beside you, and your unopened eyes didn’t fool Rafe in the slightest. He knew you were awake.
“I would hope so,” you murmured, staring at the back of your eyelids as he lightly traced patterns into your satin covered stomach.
Your husband chuckled to himself.
“I mean they look at you like you hung the moon,” he quietly continued. “Especially your shadow…”
He was referring to your oldest.
“I’m barely there for him whenever you’re in the same room,” he whispered. “He’s happy that I’m home and he hugs me, but then it’s straight back to mommy.”
You slowly opened your eyes as Rafe’s hand became flat against your stomach, gently rubbing it.
“He treats you like a princess…”
You met his gaze at that, and you couldn’t quite place the look in Rafe’s eyes.
“...and I’m especially happy about it on days when I don’t.”
You sighed at that, staring at the ceiling.
“I’m glad that he’s nothing like me…”
You remembered Rafe saying something similar years ago before the boy in question had even been born, and you blinked as he leaned in, gently ghosting his lips over your cheek. You were tempted to push him away, but then you asked yourself if you wanted to start a fight so late in the night. Instead, you turned your head to face Rafe, your lips a hair’s width away from his own.
“I’m glad he’s nothing like you too,” you whispered.
You didn’t miss the way his face fell at that, a tick in his jaw that told you your words had the desired effect. Instead of saying something along the lines of what you both knew he wanted to say, Rafe merely heaved a sigh, still gently rubbing your stomach. He suddenly pushed himself up onto his elbow, looking down at you.
A smirk ghosted over his lips.
“I want another baby.”
Those words were the last thing you’d been expecting, and your eyes widened just a tad.
“...what?”
“Let’s try for a girl this time,” he suggested, and realizing that he was indeed serious, you sat up.
His hand fell away from your stomach.
“This time?” you murmured, more to yourself than him. “I don’t recall trying for anything the previous times.”
The mention of what he did to you had Rafe going silent, and when you looked at him, his nostrils were flaring.
“It can be different this time-.”
“How?” you wondered, frowning at him. “How will it be different this time? The only time I touch you is when I’m forced to, and I don’t know, that sounds pretty fucking familiar to me.”
Rafe’s hand had circled around your chin before you had time to react—he was sitting up now too—and you both just cooly stared at each other. He looked like he wanted to hurt you, and you stared back, just waiting for him to prove you right. He seemed to be toying with the thought, and after a few moments, he slowly exhaled through his nose.
His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, his blue eyes following the action.
A million thoughts were racing through his mind, that much you could tell by the emotions that flickered over his features. Eventually he settled on one, pulling his lip between his teeth.
“You’re not always unhappy…”
It was said like a statement, but there was a lilt there that told you he wanted an answer.
“No,” you eventually responded, honestly. “Not always.”
He nodded.
“...but I’m unhappy more than I’m happy.”
He closed his eyes at that, and you swallowed.
“What did you expect, Rafe? Sure, four years is a lot, but it’s also not when I think about everything you did to me.”
He dropped his hand and pushed himself to his feet. You watched him stand there, staring at the wall with his hands on his hips.
“...and what makes it worse is that you’re not even sorry. I know how much you want me to ‘just get over it’, but how am I expected to get over it when we both know you’d do it all over again so long as it got you the same result?” you choked out. “You’re not sorry for any of it.”
You blinked away tears.
“...and now you’re mad at me so much because I won’t roll over and play house.”
You saw his shoulders heave, and you could tell how much this conversation was frustrating him. Rafe really hated to be reminded of his own actions, hated to be reminded of the fact that your relationship was where it was because of him. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You were the one trapped in this gilded cage…not him.
“So, if you want another baby…” you quietly started. “...either something needs to change…or you just embrace the beast we both know you can be.”
His eyes snapped to yours at that, and as much as it made your heart skip a beat, Rafe rarely scared you anymore. You’d seen him and experienced him at his absolute worst. There really wasn’t much he could do to you anymore that would shock you…and he knew it.
His baby blues glinted dangerously, and you bit your tongue.
He did the opposite of what you expected, and you watched him turn away from you to leave the room. You didn’t relax, knowing he’d come back, but you did heave a tired sigh, telling yourself that sleep couldn’t come fast enough.
Rafe’s hand tightened around your throat as he kissed you, the alcohol on your tongue making the kiss taste sweet. The world was moving so slow around you, and every place that Rafe touched felt like you were being gently electrocuted. Deep in the crevices of your mind, you knew that something was wrong. You hadn’t kissed Rafe like this in years, not since the early days of your relationship when you thought you might have loved him, and butterflies were in your stomach at one look from him.
You recalled the sight of your empty wine glass on the carpet, the rest of the red wine you didn’t drink staining the white fabric.
Your kids were asleep and the house was quiet and you were kissing your husband like you used to—back when he wasn’t your husband. Rafe had your back to the wall just barely on the inside of your bedroom, your hand struggling to reach out to the door. Rafe grabbed it, threading his fingers through your own, and you made a slight noise of protest.
He made a shushing noise into the kiss.
“Just relax…”
Relax.
That word triggered something in you, and you pressed your other hand to his chest. You were far too relaxed to be sober, and considering you only had one glass of wine, you knew that other substances were at play here. You recalled Rafe voicing his desire for another baby just the other day…and you recalled the slight back and forth it’d created. You expected one of two things out of Rafe, but neither of them included a scenario where you were too inebriated to properly fight back against him.
There was something especially sinister about Rafe creating this false sense of consent.
His lips traveled down towards your neck as he bent his head, and you felt like you didn’t have control over your body as you threw your head back. You shakily exhaled when both of his hands descended towards your waist, lifting you and forcing you towards the California king. When he settled you both onto it, all pretense was gone.
“Don’t you want a little girl?” he whispered against your skin, his fingers dancing along the place from where your shirt had ridden up. “Hmm? I know you get sick of being with just us boys.”
You made a noise that was unintelligible even to your ears, pushing at his head, but it was of no use. Whatever he slipped into your drink clearly wasn’t in his, Rafe having all of his strength and wits about him as he pinned you down. He kissed you again—slow—as his hands circled around your wrists. It took your breath away, and your lashes fluttered when he descended.
“A princess for my princess…”
You reached out to place a hand on the bed to steady yourself. Although you knew it was the room spinning, not you, and so focused on that, you didn’t even realize what Rafe was doing until the cool air you’d briefly felt against your core was replaced by his mouth. The action made your back arch, and—against your will—you reached down to press your hand against his head.
He hummed in between your thighs.
“You never let me do this anymore,” you heard him whisper, his breath against your skin before he dived back in.
To be fair, you never let him do anything, but especially this. It was too intimate, too loving, and those words were so far from the true nature of your relationship it wasn’t even funny. After all, Rafe was now at a place where he had to drug you just to get you to stop fighting against him. You found it interesting because he never minded the fight before. In fact, you’d even say that some part of him enjoyed it.
You wondered what had changed.
His head moved back and forth between your thighs, and it made you squirm. One of Rafe’s hands reached up to dig into your leg, holding you still. The other found your hand, and you were unable to remember that you didn’t like holding his hand. Another gesture that you felt was too intimate, something Rafe always liked to pretend that your relationship was.
Just when you were on the brink of coming all over his tongue, your husband pulled away, but not before pressing a quick kiss to the inside of your thigh. With stars just barely floating in your vision, you laid there, eyes falling closed as you fought to regulate your breathing.
A voice in your head told you that you didn’t want this, and that you needed to get up…but you couldn’t find the strength to.
When Rafe’s hands were on you again, they were pulling away every piece of fabric they touched, and you couldn’t help the tears that kissed your eyes. Being forced to feign compliance in your own assault somehow hurt a thousand times worse than if Rafe had simply grabbed you and held you down. You wondered if this made it easier on him, and you thought about how much Rafe hated being reminded of the things he did to you.
It was like it hurt him to remember it that way, to acknowledge it for what it was.
When he slid into you, you couldn’t help the small whimper you let out, eyes rolling as he stretched you out. Rafe’s hands were on you, pulling you closer, and as if your arms had a mind of their own, you threw them around him. His chest was pressed to yours as he thrust into you, and you pressed your face into the crook of his neck. He cursed when he sank into you again, and your toes curled.
“You’re so mean to me, you know that?”
One of his hands tangled in the hair at the nape of your neck.
“...have to drug my own wife just to get her to fuck me…”
Your nails dragged along the expanse of his back, and Rafe hummed at the feeling. You’d forgotten what it felt like to lie beneath him and just let him have his way with you. It felt like so long since he hadn’t had to force you down and take his cock despite what you may have wanted. Although, your current position wasn’t all that different, but you couldn’t ignore how relaxed you were from whatever he’d slipped you.
Rafe shifted, hands pressed into the mattress on either side of your head. His blue eyes glinted in the low lighting, and you blearily blinked up at him as he gazed down at you. He leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours while still holding your gaze. Your lips parted at a particularly hard thrust, and the corner of his lips curved upwards at the sight.
Deep in the back of your mind, you knew you didn’t want this, but it was for so many reasons that you were struggling to remember. For the time being, all you could focus on was the curve of his cock as he repeatedly pushed it into you and how good it made you feel. One of your legs hooked around his waist, and Rafe’s perfect teeth winked at you as he grinned.
“I missed this, beautiful,” he whispered. “You know that?”
The bed jostled from your movements, and Rafe glanced down between you to watch himself disappear into you.
“I can’t wait to fill you up,” he told you, making your heart skip a beat and reminding you of how and why you’d found yourself in this position in the first place. “Can’t wait to see you swollen and round again and fucking glowing.”
You murmured his name, but you couldn’t tell if it was in protest or not.
Your mind was all over the place, and when Rafe’s hips curved into yours again, you arched your chest up into his. Sweat clung to your frame, and you briefly wondered how made you would be at him in the morning. You knew this wouldn’t be his only attempt—Rafe always proving to be more than thorough when trying for a baby—and you now weakly wondered about having to be cautious of the food in your own house.
You could tell when he was close, his thrusts becoming sloppy and his breathing picking up. He started to kiss you more, each kiss becoming messier and more open mouthed than the last. In your inebriated state of mind, you kissed him back, alarm bells going off deep within your bones. Your own breathing was labored, like you couldn’t get air into your lungs fast enough.
When Rafe came the first time—and you knew that it would be the first of the night—he grunted in your ear as he spilled into you. Your nails were trailing along his skin as he plunged his cock into you, not even stopping when you felt him start to soften, lazily thrusting into your folds. Your own climax was just around the corner when he spoke.
“I will fuck you all night,” he whispered against your cheek, his tone vaguely threatening. “I will fuck you as many times as it takes until you give me what I want.”
He leaned back a bit, his nose touching yours as he tilted his head, eyeing you in a way that made your skin grow cold.
“...and I will do whatever I have to to make you…” he looked between your unfocused eyes. “...agreeable.”
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"Trusky, it's okay." He looked in his pocket for his keys.
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The door opened to reveal the sexiest man I've ever seen. His eyes, his facial features, his smile, his lips. He laughed at Trusky.
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"Yes, I am." I smiled. He welcomed us inside and went back to his bedroom.
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I was supposed to stay the night with Trusky, but I couldn't get his roommate out of my head. So I decided to go home since Trusky had fallen asleep a while ago. I left his room only to be greeted by a tall, dark figure next to the door.
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"Back to my dorm." I shrugged, and he laughed.
"So you're going to walk alone at midnight? Nope, I'm walking you back," he grabbed his keys and went to the door.
"Um, I didn’t catch your name." I ran out the door after him.
"I didn't throw it," he said, smiling and leaving the building, leaving me running after him again.
"Well, if I walk with you back to my dorm, don’t you think I should know your name?” I smiled.
"It's Conrad. Conrad Fisher.” He laughed
We just talked and got to know each other on our walk back to my dorm. I tried paying attention to what he was saying, but all I could think about was kissing him and feeling his arms wrap around my body.
I know I can't because I'm dating his roommate, but Trusky and I aren’t even that serious. There wouldn’t be anything wrong with kissing him. Right?
Arriving at my dorm is what pulled me out of my thoughts. "This is me." I smiled at Conrad, but he didn’t stop. He kept walking inside.
"You're not in your room yet, are you? So my job isn't over." I smiled, following him.
When we arrived at my room, I turned around to face him, only to see his face inches away from mine.
"Um, this is me," I stuttered, suddenly feeling his hands on my hips pulling our bodies closer together.
"Conrad, we can't." I put my hand on his chest, trying to push him away. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't do that to Trusky.
"Oh, but we can, and you know you want to." He leaned in, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear and whispering in it.
"You want to, don't you?" I nodded my head a little, looking away from him. He turned my head, so I looked him in the eye.
"So, what's stopping us, princess?"
The next thing I knew, my lips were slamming against his. I knew it was bad, but I had never felt like this before. Every part of my body was on fire, wanting more.
I dug into my purse, looking for my keys. Finding them, I turned around to open the door. Conrad placed his lips on my neck, biting and sucking, making me rush to unlock my door.
Once the door opened, Conrad pushed me in, slamming the door closed and shoving me against the door, kissing me.
"Jump,” he mumbled against my lips, trailing his hand down my body and taping the back of my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist as our lips moved in sync.
He moved us to bed, hovering over me. "Off,” I mumbled, trailing my hands under his shirt. Taking his shirt off, I throw it somewhere in the room, flipping us around and straddling him.
"God, you are so hot.” I mumbled, running my hands up and down his chest.
"I'm going to have to move. Trusky isn't going to be happy, but this is so worth it.” He laughed, raising my top over my head and leaving me with my bra and shorts on.
"There's always room in my bed." I winked. A smirk grew on his face as he flipped us around, reaching around my back to unclip my bra. I arched my back for easy access. He took off my bra and threw it somewhere on the floor as he stared at me in amazement.
"You're beautiful.” He mumbled before smashing his lips back onto mine, our teeth and lips clashing as his tongue swiped across my bottom lip, asking for entrance.
Denying him access, he harshly grinds down into my core, making me let out a loud moan, which he takes advantage of by shoving his tongue into my mouth, exploring and sucking on my tongue.
His hand trails down my body, giving a soft squeeze to my boob before moving down to the edge of my cotton shorts. I sigh in pleasure as he slips his hand into my lacy thong, his fingers playing with the bundle of nerves that make me lift my hips up for more contact.
"Please." I beg him, arching my back as his lips kiss down my throat.
"Please, what?" he mumbles against my skin, dragging his fingers up and down my slick, teasing me.
“Please, please touch me.” I beg, lifting my hips up, trying to gain something, anything.
I moan out as two of his thick fingers enter me, slowly but harshly thrusting into my center. "Fuck, you're so wet," he groans. He continues to finger me for a few moments to prepare me.
"You ready, baby?" He asks me, and I nod. Conrad kisses my lips again before pulling down my shorts and his own. His thick cock slapped his abdomen when released from the constrained boxers they were in.
I looked at it, wondering how it would fit. I wrapped my little hands around it and started pumping it. The top leaking with precum, leaving me drooling and soaked.
“Don’t worry, it'll fit." He reassures me. Seeing the look in my eyes. Watching intently as he lines himself up before sinking down into me, bottoming out. Every vein and inch of his dick stretched me out in the best way possible.
Throwing my head back at the feel of him inside of me. He thrusts deeply into me as I moan, loudly gripping the sheets and digging my nails into his back, feeling him nearly hitting my gut.
"fuck!" I cry out as he buries his face into my neck, fastening his pace. He's pounding harder into me. His hand grabs the back of my right thigh, pushing it to my chest to give himself a better angle to hit my sweet spot.
I bite into his shoulder, making him groan lowly as I feel his dick twitch inside of me. My hands are in a frenzy, clawing his back, pulling at his hair, or anything else to get him closer to me.
"You like that, baby," he moans as he continues to thrust his dick at my sweet spot, making the knot in my stomach tighten.
"Yes, holy fuck, you feel so good!" I nod quickly, nearly on the verge of sobbing, as tears well up in my eyes from how good he feels.
I turned my head to the side, moaning into the pillow, trying not to wake everyone in the building. He fastened his pace when he felt my walls tighten. He knew that I was getting close.
"Baby, I want to hear you. Let everyone know how good I'm making you feel." He turned my head back towards him as he thrust into my G-spot, making me scream with pleasure.
“Found it.” Conrad laughed over me, pounding and slamming harder into me as I dragged my nails down his back. "Are you close?" He asks.
"I can feel your walls squeezing my cock."
I moan out in response, unable to form words with the state of bliss I am in. I cling to his shoulders as my legs start to shake.
"Fuck, I'm going to come soon," Conrad groans, throwing his head back in pleasure. "Where do you want it?"
"I'm," I try to say, but my eyes keep rolling backwards. "I'm on the pill."
He looks down at me with lust in his eyes and asks, "Are you sure?"
"Fuck, Conrad! Yes, yes." I moaned
Picking up the pace of his thrusts, he raised one of my legs over his shoulder, making it easier for him to hit my G-spot. His hand reaches down to start rubbing figure eights on my clit to help me get closer.
"Come on, baby, cum on this dick, baby, I know you can do it. I'm right behind you.” He groaned.
"Fuck, Conrad, I'm coming!" I scream out.
"That's it, baby.” He groaned, leaving kisses all over my face as my toes curled and my thighs shook. My back arches to his chest as I feel my orgasm crashing down on me all at once.
Shortly after, he also let go of his load, falling down next to me and pulling me towards his chest.
We both crawl under my blanket, his arm instinctively wrapping around my waist to pull me closer. "So, what are you going to do about Trusky?" He asked.
"Well, I have my eye on someone else." I smiled, looking at him.
"Well, would it be okay for this guy to stay with you so that Trusky doesn't kill him?" He mumbles into my hair, kissing my bare shoulder.
"Of course he can."
Loved this so much!!!
call it what you want pt7.
matt sturniolo x fem reader.
over the years, matt had got into many fights, countless punches thrown at people, and almost an infinite number of run ins with those who simply just pissed him off.
but it always shocked you that he was like this. chris and nick we’re such nice people. sure they had both had fights with people before, but matt was ridiculous.
and this factor was part of the reason you couldn’t stand him. you had never been in a fight before. you’d never hit or punched anyone, never even laid a harmful finger on one single person, so the earth shifted a little when you locked eyes on jessica levri, pushing, and yelling in your fake boyfreinds face, because like a hounds blood, you were drawn to it.
you weren’t sure if it was because of the adrenaline from what just happened with matt, or the pure fact that jessica levri had been on her high fucking horse far too long and she needed a rude awakening, but before you could even register what was happening, you were wedging yourself between her and matt and pushing her shoulders, sending her stumbling back.
she looked at you, scoffing like you were the most vile thing on earth.
you’re gaze on her was intense, like she was about to turn to stone any second, and your whole body was red hot with anger.
by now pretty much the whole team were stood around, waiting in anticipation. matt was behind you, chris to your left, caden to your right, and elijah stood behind jess.
you watched as she swapped her eyes from yours to matts, before smirking and opening her mouth.
“get your dog under control matty, it looks like she bites” she sneered.
there was no reply from matt, but you heard him suck in a breath from behind you.
you bit the inside of your cheek. you had gotten this far, but you hadn’t thought it through. what we’re you even going to say?
she laughed before crossing her arms over her chest and leaning down, getting right in your face.
“what? you gonna hit me?”
great idea.
there was no time for any other person to even get a word in edge ways.
as soon as you pulled your hand back, it was like everything was suddenly moving in slow motion.
the whole school was watching.
caden.
matt was right behind you.
oh god your parents, what would they think.
you were probably going to be expelled.
you were about to rock Jessica levris shit in front of half of your town.
there was no turning back now.
the second your fist landed on her face with a searing crack, the whole crowd gasped.
she dropped to the floor like a bag of bricks. clutching her face, crying like a kicked dog.
“yes bitch” you yelled, bending down slightly.
your chest was heaving up and down, red hot fury surging through your veins like the deadliest poison, and somehow it felt exhilarating, like taking a breath after drowning.
everyone stood completely gobsmacked. matt, elijah, caden, chris. all in complete silence, mouths hanging open at your outburst.
there was a brief moment, and the temptation to jump on her and carry on hitting her stupid bitchy face was through the roof.
but just as you went to make a move, hands came around you from behind your waist, throwing you over their shoulder, and escorting you off of the rink, while you kicked and screamed, yelling whoever it was to put you down.
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“i mean what we’re you even thinking y/n” chris yelled, pacing up and down the locker room while you sat on the bench, watching him like a disciplined child. he had picked you up and walked you right out, preventing you from causing anymore damage.
about 20 minutes had passed, and still no sign of matt.
“i don’t know” you muttered quietly.
“you know you’re gonna be in trouble right?” he said, coming to a halt and pointing a finger at you.
you simply nodded and looked down.
the both of you just basked in the silence, taking a moment to recollect after the complete shit show that just occurred.
it was now that you were realising, that hitting jessica was the stupidest decision you had ever had. no good would come of it. matt would still probably go back to her, your parents were gonna be furious, ans the school we’re gonna expel you. what a waste of bruised knuckles.
suddenly, the locker room door burst open and matt came rushing through, making both you and chris to snap your heads up in his direction.
“i’ve looked everywhere for you guys” he panted.
“yeah, i had to get this Chihuahua away from the general public, who knows who’s next on her hit list” chris spat. you knew he was angry with you. this was the most out of character thing you’ve ever done.
matt nodded, looking at you, before rubbing a hand over his face and opening his mouth to speak.
“hey uh, would you give us a minute to talk?” he asked, swapping his gaze to his brother.
he just scoffed, not even sparing you a glance, before walking away, slamming the door shut on his way out, making you flinch.
matt watched the door close before padding over to you and sitting down.
you refused to look up at him, too worried to see his expression.
“he’s pissed” matt stated.
you just nodded. keeping your eyes trained to your feet. you could feel his eyes burning holes into the side of your face.
“you broke her nose” he spoke, his tone flat.
“good that bitch deserved it” you scoffed.
matt just shook his head, letting out a breath, before standing up in-front of you.
“what has gotten into you? last i checked, you wouldn’t even talk shit about someone without feeling bad and now you’re hitting people?” he questioned.
“i don’t know matt! i was pissed at you and then she just-“ you cut yourself off, sighing. “i don’t know” you finished. finally bringing your eyes up to meet his.
“so you wanted to hit me, but you hit her instead?” he raised his eyebrows, eyes boring into yours.
you just shrugged, there was no justification for it at all, apart from the fact that she was a complete bitch, and she was right there.
“you can’t just punch people y/n” he said sternly, folding his arms over his chest, looking down at you like a disappointed parent.
“you do” you exclaimed, looking up at him, raising your voice slightly.
“but you’re not me, you’re not like this, you’re nice and smart, and you’re always gentle with people” he shot back. his words threw you off a little. that was probably the nicest thing matt had ever said about you.
you didn’t reply. you just blinked up at him with furrowed brows.
matt sighed before taking a seat next to you again.
“for what it’s worth, i’d punch your ex for no reason” he said. turning to look at you.
“thanks matt. that means a lot. that doesn’t change the fact that everyone is pissed at me” you yelped, throwing your hands up and letting them fall, and slap against your legs.
“chris will come round, and i’m not pissed at you” he spoke lowly.
you sighed, and turned your head to look at him, and the look that he was giving you made you want to squeeze your thighs together.
there was something written on his face that you couldn’t decipher. his eyes were low and dilated. like he was hungry for something.
there it was again, that moment of silence, both of you just staring at eachother.
matt brought his hand up to brush against your face, then letting it cup your cheek, and in that very moment, you did know better.
your lips were on his in less than a second, pushing and pulling against him.
you felt his tongue prod at your lips. begging for entrance witch you granted, and he was all over you, running his tongue along the roof of your mouth, making you whine and matt smirked against your lips.
his hands came round to pull you up onto his lap and you happily obliged. running your hands up his chest and round to the back of his neck, tugging his hair, pulling a low groan from matts mouth, as his hands ran up your sides, pulling you impossibly closer.
the kiss was hot and sloppy, the both of you, somehow, relishing in the hatred for one another, but basking in the tension.
you felt matts hands travel down to your ass, pushing you back and pulling you forward, making you rock your hips against his, and you damn near dropped to your knees, before a voice snapped you both out of it.
“well this is a sight for sore eyes”.
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off limits- miguel diaz
in which... you're johnny's daughter, and you're off limits to miguel, so the only option is to sneak around.
c/w: kissing, making out, swearing, slight crying, fluff, suggestive, smut, mentions of sex etc.
it was supposed to be simple.
you were just supposed to be his best friend. but simple didn't exactly work out the way you wanted it to. you never expected this to happen. fleeting glances turned to lingering touches, which turned to secretly making out in the backseat of your dad's minivan while you and miguel waited for him to get ready and drive you to school.
to miguel diaz, you were off limits. that's one of the first things johnny had said to him when you were introduced to him. but that just made him want you more. he couldn't not have you.
it all started after school in the dojo.
johnny had told you both to stay back after practice ended and work on your reverse roundhouse kicks.
"but dad-i, i mean sensei, i have homework!" you protested.
"homework can wait for a day, kid. diaz, you're a nerd, right? you can help her." johnny retorted, walking out the door without waiting for a response.
"hey, i'm not a ner- never mind." miguel sighed, looking at you.
"guess it's just us now." you looked up at him, blush coating your cheeks.
"yep, just us," miguel said, equally as flustered. "come on, show me your, uh, stance."
you got into position, putting your fists up, getting ready to raise your leg. miguel studied your form carefully, his eyes travelling up and down your figure.
"wait, you should turn your hips more to get the extra power- you know what, i'll just show you."
he turned to you, gently placing his hands on your hips and adjusting your body.
"was this just an excuse to touch me, miguel?" you laughed at your best friend.
"wh- no! i mean, yeah? no, wait, no." he stammered on his words, face flushed. "i'm an idiot."
"yeah, but you're my idiot." i grinned. "you still have your hands on my hips, by the way."
"oh fuck, sorry. that's my bad. god, please don't tell sensei about this, he'll kill me. oh, you're going to tell him, aren't you? yeah, that's it, i'm getting kicked off the team-" he started rambling.
"miguel." you interrupted him. "just- just stop talking."
his mouth snapped shut, eyes wide. he gulped slowly, the tension in the air hanging awkwardly.
without another word, you closed the gap between you and him. you gently cupped his jaw, and pulled him in, your lips softly meeting his. miguel snapped out of his trance and kissed you back, his hands slowly finding your waist, pulling you closer to him. your fingers found their way into his hair.
the kiss deepened, and his tongue swiped on your lower lip. you parted your mouth, and his tongue met yours. you let out a small moan, surprised by the sudden action. you both broke apart, breathing heavily, foreheads resting against one another.
"i've been wanting to do this for too long now." miguel breathed.
"trust me, i know." you laughed and kissed the corner of his mouth.
and that was that. the thin line between being friends and something more had been blurred. miguel and you were perfect for each other. he was like the missing piece of the puzzle of your life.
even when miguel got injured, you were with him through everything. you and johnny even helped him get back up on his feet.
"you're a sensei. it's who you are. if you can't see that, you're blind." miguel looked at your dad, disappointment etched across his face.
"miguel, i think that's enough, yeah?" you looked at your boyfriend, wincing at his harsh words for your dad.
you looked at your dad, confused at his shocked expression when you looked down to his hand- he wasn't holding the rope that helped miguel stand like a pulley system.
"oh my god," you gasped. your hand flied over your mouth in disbelief- you couldn't believe it. miguel was standing on his own.
"miguel.." johnny muttered under his breath.
"what?" he said in annoyance. but as he glanced down, his expression shifted from irritation to pure shock. his body went still as he realized what had happened.
"am i doing it?" he stammered, eyes wide.
"oh my god, you're doing it." you breathed, stepping closer to him, now standing next to your dad.
miguel blinked, trying to process the impossible. "holy shit, i'm doing it!" miguel's voice cracked.
"you're doing it!" johnny said, unable to control his excitement.
johnny pulled you and miguel into the tightest hug, his arms wrapping around both of you with a warmth that felt almost protective.
"thank you." miguel breathed, his voice laced with emotion.
"nah, thank you." johnny sighed in relief. "i'm going to bring carmen here if she's off work, okay?" he asked the two of you.
"yeah, sure dad." you mumbled, not taking your eyes off of miguel. as soon as you heard the door shut, you pulled your boyfriend into a hug.
"oh my god, miggy, i'm so happy." you breathed into his chest.
"me too. so much." miguel kissed the top of your head, cherishing the moment.
you eyes welled up with tears. you looked up at him. "i'm so proud of you. i love you, miguel. and i know we've never said that before, but i do, so, so much. it's okay, you don't have to say it back-"
"i love you too, ángel. i love you so much." he looked down at you in adoration, and slowly pulled you into a kiss.
you let a few tears fall, and he broke the kiss, wiping at them. "aw, don't cry," he laughed in adoration and pulled you back into a hug.
you chuckled, wiping your eyes, leaning your head into his chest. after a few seconds, miguel called out your name.
"yeah?" you mumbled from his chest.
"if my legs work, does this finally mean we can fuck again?" he asked you.
"miguel, shut the fuck up."
they did fuck. a lot of times, in fact. they were almost caught a few times too. you contemplated whether or not to tell your dad, but decided against it. johnny had made it pretty clear that he didn't want anything happening between his daughter and miguel.
it was just supposed to be a study session, but all thoughts about chemistry flew out the window the second miguel saw you in your favourite pair of shorts.
you were currently straddling his lap, moving your hips at an agonizingly slow pace, feeling his hardness right under your core.
your lips were moving against his in a frenzy, your lip gloss now smeared all over his mouth. you moaned in his mouth, feeling his cock brush against your clothed clit over and over again.
"mi-miggy... we were supposed to... study.." you mumble between kisses.
miguel hummed in response, too occupied by the way your tongue felt in his mouth. he grabbed the back of your head and tilted it, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
"fuck, what if dad comes home?" you break away from the kiss, breathing heavily.
"ángel, i really don't want to think about sensei when you're on my lap in these fucking shorts." miguel groaned.
"good point." you pulled his collar and smashed your lips against his again. you hands found his hair, tugging at his messy curls as he held your hips, guiding you up and down his jean-clad cock.
"fuck, miguel!" you moaned loudly as his erection rubbed against your core. "i think i'm going to-"
you both froze at the sound of the main door of your apartment shutting. "hey, kid, i'm home! " your dad shouted. "is diaz still here? i wanted to show you both the new equipment i got.."
"oh fuck, fuck, fuck, we're so fucked!" you exclaimed as miguel practically pushed you off of him. you fixed your hair, pulling your previously ridden-up shorts down. miguel wiped your lipgloss off of his mouth, gesturing for you to do the same. you threw him a backpack so that he could cover his erection, and reached for the textbooks left in the dust in the corner of your bed.
your dad turned the door handle, just in time. "oh hey, there you both are."
"hey sensei." miguel greeted.
"hey, dad," you got up from your bed, legs slightly shaking, and made your way to johnny. without a word, you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. he gently kissed the top of your forehead, his touch warm and reassuring. "how was your day?" you said, letting go.
"eh, same old. kicked a guy's ass today. he was being an asshole and he deserved it. did you both study?" he looked between the two of you. "wait, is something going on? diaz, why are you hugging that backpack?"
"uh, no reason, sensei. just... wanted to hug something to make up for the absence of a girlfriend. just... a physical placeholder for a deeper emotional need?" he stammered.
"okay, sounds good. we'll get you some hot babes." johnny lifted his fist up. "listen up, i'm going over to the larusso's to sort something out okay? no funny business."
"obviously. gross, dad." you muttered, trying to sell it.
he shut the door of you bedroom, and you collapsed on your bed. "that was too fucking close." you sighed.
"yeah, you were close, too." miguel grinned.
"oh, shut it."
you had to to tell your dad someday, right? you both had planned it out perfectly. miguel would invite you and johnny over for dinner at his place, where they would break the news to johnny and carmen , as yaya and robby already knew.
"god, i hope everything goes well." you groaned, resting your head against miguel's chest. "dad doesn't really take change that nicely."
you and miguel had spent two hours planning on how to tell your respective parents that you both were dating. after getting tired, you decided to get out of the apartment for some fresh air.
"babe, i'm sure everything's going to be fine, okay? just relax." miguel reassured you, rubbing your shoulder in comfort.
"i hope so. i'm so sick of sneaking around, miggy. i want to kiss you without fearing that my dad might walk in from somewhere." you groaned, looking up at him.
"oh yeah? like this?" miguel dropped his head down, his lips meeting yours in a kiss. he lifted you up and spun you around. you shrieked your arms landing on the back of his neck instinctively.
"miggy! he might come home soon! we're literally out in the open." you giggled.
he set you down and grabbed your face in his hands, and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
"what're you both doing?"
you both jumped apart at the noise, freezing as you came face to face with johnny. "oh my god, dad, i can explain-"
"diaz, what did i tell you about my daughter being off limits? so you're telling me, the times the both of you've been studying in your room," johnny made quotation marks in the air to emphasize studying. "you've been doing it?"
"ew, gross, dad! there's not been any doing, okay? jeez, you're making it sound so much worse than it is!" you exclaim.
"that's it. miguel, you're off the team. you too, kid." johnny lifts up a finger at you and miguel, anger etched across his face.
'hey, sensei, come on! this isn't fair!" miguel takes a step forward.
"i don't care. kid, let's go." he looked towards you.
"dad, please, atleast hear us out. we have dinner today at the diaz's place. we'll sit down and explain everything. i swear."
"okay, whatever. let's go." he grumbled, waiting for you follow.
you gave miguel a look of pity, and slowly walked towards your dad, not looking him in the eye.
by the time dinner came around, you had lost all hope of your father accepting the fact that his student and his daughter were dating.
you, miguel, robby, carmen, johnny, and miguel's yaya sat at the round dining table in the diaz residence.
"so, uh, dad, ms. diaz, we, uh, wanted to tell you both something. dad, you already know, due to today's... incident. me and miguel are dating."
"what? that's great! i'm so happy for you guys!" carmen exclaimed, putting her fork down.
"no, not great. nothing about this is great." johnny grumbled, playing with his food.
"sensei, we're not just messing around. i love her." miguel dropped his fork on his plate.
"and, dad, miguel's amazing. he's smart, he's funny, he's literally your student. you know him. i don't think i could find anyone else that would be better for me." you interlocked your hand with miguel's and rested it on the table.
"to be fair, dad, i was pretty mad at first too. but it's okay, man. miguel's like my brother, and i wouldn't want anybody else to date sis. our school is filled with assholes." robby explained.
"thanks, rob." you smiled at your brother.
"come on, johnny, i'm okay with it. they're pretty cute together." carmen nudged johnny.
"yeah, yeah. it's okay, i guess. but if i see any funny business around here, i'll kick both your asses, okay? and keep the kissing to a minimum. i don't want to come home to a porno. i catch you both doing something you're not supposed to, i will not hesitate to-" johnny started.
"okay, okay. i got it, sensei. i'll treat her right." miguel let out a small laugh.
"ya han hecho mucho. he oído la mayor parte." yaya giggled.
carmen's eyes turned into saucers. "yaya!" miguel exclaimed.
"what'd you say?" johnny asked.
"nothing, johnny. don't worry about it." carmen rubbed johnny's back.
miguel leaned over to you. "see? i told you it was going to go okay." he squeezed your hand. you smiled at him, nodding.
you weren't so off limits to miguel anymore.
a/n: LOLL THIS SUCKED but pls don't be mean this is the first time i've written something this long after my 2020 wattpad phase also i didn't proofread this
wc: 2323
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*being obsessed with fictional blonde psychopaths is a crime*
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MasterList
❥𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝓁ℴ𝑔 𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝓊𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎 𝒻ℴ𝓇 18+ ℐ 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓉ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝓈ℴ 𝓅𝓁ℯ𝒶𝓈ℯ 𝒹ℴ 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝒾𝓃𝓉ℯ𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓇ℯ 𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝓃ℴ𝓇
❥𝒫𝓁ℯ𝒶𝓈ℯ 𝒹ℴ 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝒸ℴ𝓅𝓎 ℴ𝓇 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓉ℯ 𝓂𝓎 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝓀
ℒ𝒾𝒶𝓂 𝒟𝓊𝓃𝒷𝒶𝓇
Steamy
Get A Clue
I Hate You
𝒥ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓂𝒾𝒶𝒽 ℱ𝒾𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓇
Best Friends Brother
𝒞ℴ𝓃𝓇𝒶𝒹 ℱ𝒾𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓇
The Roommate
Rafe Cameron
3AM
See You Later Daddy
𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 — 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | you became friends with eddie almost a year ago. it wasn’t until after summer break that you realized just how attractive he was. during a hellfire meeting, you two are left alone, and his usual sassy remarks leave you blushing like an idiot instead of throwing sarcasm right back at him. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | eddie munson x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut— no protection, sex in public𝐰𝐜 | 2.9 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | might write some hopper stuff next
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It took you until senior year to realize you had feelings for Eddie Munson.
Starting at Hawkin’s as the new kid halfway through junior year made you somewhat of an outcast. You never really found a group of your own. You often sat alone at lunch and roamed the halls by yourself with headphones in.
It wasn’t until Eddie approached you one day that you found an amazing circle of friends.
He had been trying to get more people to join Hellfire, but it was proving difficult. He had spotted you digging through your locker, headphones in, bag slouched over your shoulder, and your hair a right mess. You had not been feeling school the past few weeks. It had been rough being alone.
“Hey,” he called to you. You hadn’t heard him so he waved his hand in front of you, making you jump. You looked up at him from your locker and took your headphones off and let them rest around your neck.
“What?” You asked somewhat aggressively.
“Hey, hey, I’m not here to steal your lunch money,” he teased, putting his hands up in surrender. When that didn’t even get a smirk out of you, he continued on, “Okay… Anyways… want to join an epic club full of fantasy, battles, unrequited love, and angry name calling?”
His energy level was way too high for 9 in the morning. You stared at him blankly, “Wha… This is a club?”
He leaned against the lockers and fiddled with his rings. “I might have led on a little strong. It’s a DnD club. We’re short a member for our next campaign.”
“Why do you want me to join?”
His lips pursed as he blatantly tried to think of a reason beyond you being someone that he had yet to ask and so far everyone else has shut him down—he was running out of options.
“No one else will join, huh?” You asked before he could rattle off some stupid lie. You actually smirked at this, finding this whole interaction confusing and amusing. Eddie had trouble reading you, so he slowly nodded his head, tentative about where this was heading.
“Okay.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Okay, what?”
“Okay, I’ll join your dweeby club.”
He feigned hurt as his hand came up and gripped his heart. “I’ll have you know, only the most chivalrous and righteous students are allowed to join the club!”
“Mhm.” You rolled your eyes at him.
He smiled, appreciating how you managed to match his energy while still appearing indifferent and disinterested.
“We meet when the sun braces it’s heart for the moon to stampede over—“
“Just tell me an actual time.”
He grinned, observing your stoic expression for a moment before answering you. “Three.”
“Alright. I’ll see you then for the promised angry name-calling.”
He smirked as he watched you walk away.
That was towards the end of junior year and you soon blossomed into a friendly relationship with Eddie and his friends. You didn’t see him much over the summer, so when school started again in September, you were surprised at how long his hair got.
He spotted you in the parking lot and hopped over to you, draping an arm around your shoulder. “Where have you been hiding all summer? Your parents finally let you live out your reclusive life in a hobbit hole?”
You rolled your eyes, looking up at him as you walked. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I actually missed your annoying voice.”
He pulled away from you and began to walk like a victorious king. “My life’s mission is complete, I’ve finally gotten you to say something nice to me.” He jumped in front of you and began to walk backwards as he spoke. “Are you starting to actually like me?” He gasped.
You noticed the way his arms seemed more toned and his stature was slightly larger. His hair had grown and he seemed to have let his stubble grow in ever so slightly. You felt your breath get hitched in your throat as you realized how attractive Eddie really was.
“Yeah, yeah,” you played, smiling at him.
A few weeks had passed and you found yourself getting nervous around Eddie. What was happening to you? Suddenly the way he spoke gave you chills instead of annoying you and when he would drape his arms around you, it made your skin burn. Were you seriously falling for him?
You tried to shove these feelings down, you couldn’t ruin the best friendship you’d formed in years. You saw the type of girls Eddie liked, and it certainly wasn’t you. You wouldn’t let this ruin your friendship with him.
It was late and you sat in front of a table, cards, and dice sprawled out on it as you played DnD as a group. After almost two hours, people began to leave. You and Eddie had ended up staying, both of you wanting to work out a way to win the campaign.
“See you guys tomorrow.” One of your friends waved as he left. It was just you and Eddie now, sat in the dark room, looming over the game board. You began arguing about the game, rolling your eyes at him as you always did. He was so fucking cocky, it drove you mad. He wouldn’t admit that he was wrong and you were right with the strategy you should take.
“Fuck you,” you cursed at him, reaching down to grab your bag. You would certainly get a migraine if you stayed any longer to fight with Eddie.
Seeing the genuine frustration on your face, he wanted to bring you both back to reality, so he made a joke. “I mean, you could if you wanted.”
You looked up at him and he was wiggling his eyebrows. The way the light cast harsh shadows along his face made your heart pound. It only made him more attractive. Normally, you’d spit back a sarcastic remark, but looking up to meet his gaze had caught you off guard. After not saying anything back, you felt a blush creep up on your cheeks.
Eddie noticed your sudden flustered face and felt his own cheeks heat up. He cleared his throat, looking back down at the board and shoving the dice into a small bag.
You set your backpack down on the chair next to you, your anger from earlier washing away, and you started to help him clean up. In the silence, he began to hum. What was it? A Stone’s song maybe. It made you smile.
God, what was this boy doing to you?
You watched him shimmy around as he cleaned up, shoving things messily into a cardboard box that held all your pieces.
He could feel you watching him and he looked up. “Like what you see?” He teased.
You did, actually. You looked down to push the chairs into the table. “So, what if I did?” Your voice was quiet, making it pretty blatant that you weren’t entirely joking.
You realized your mistake and tried to laugh it off as you edged closer to him, tucking the remaining chairs into the table. When you looked up, Eddie was just staring at you. Your laugh died as you looked back into his eyes. Your hands gripped the table in front of you, his hands dangerously close to yours. As if you both could sense the close proximity of your fingers, you simultaneously looked down. His fingers ever so slightly edged closer to yours, just barely brushing your own. You felt your breath stop in your throat as you nervously looked up at him. His own heart was pounding loudly in his ears as he looked into your shadowed eyes.
In a sudden burst of movement, Eddie stepped into you, his hand grabbing your cheek. You stumbled back against the table, your hands catching you as Eddie almost pressed himself completely against you. You could hear yourself breathing loudly as Eddie’s face hovered only inches from yours. “Can I—?” He started to ask, breathlessly.
You nodded your head, probably a bit too eagerly, and he wasted no time crashing his lips onto yours. His free hand found your hip and he pulled you towards him so your bodies lay flat against one another. Your hands gripped his shirt, trying to steady yourself, Eddie’s towering body pushed into you making you lose your balance. You whispered his name into the kiss, causing him to pull away. His eyes searched yours. Neither of you said a word, but for once, Eddie could read you. Your walls had been ripped down, your emotions laid bare on your face. He could see the way you looked at him with intense lust. And he looked at you with so much pent-up feelings; he had liked you since your first encounter. You hadn’t left his mind since that day.
His lips were back on yours and you heard him groan into the kiss. You felt a tingle slide up your thighs in response. Eddie gripped your hips with both his hands and sat you up on the table. Your legs opened so he could get close to you again, your lips never breaking.
Your hands squeezed his shirt, then roamed his chest, feeling his tone torso under his Hellfire shirt. Eddie’s own hands were placed on either side of your face, pulling you into him. One of his hands slid around to the back of your head, his fingers getting tangled in your hair. The kiss was hungry and sloppy, both of you not able to touch one another quite enough.
His fingers slid down your body now, resting at the hem of your shirt. He broke the kiss slightly to look at you, silently asking permission to take this further and tear your shirt off. You lifted up your arms in response and Eddie gave you a devious grin.
His eyes traced along your chest, the dim lighting creating intoxicating shadows and highlights along your curves.
You saw him gulp as his hands reached out and squeezed your breasts. You felt your eyes flutter as he did, which only turned him on more. You could see the tent in his pants and you desperately wanted to help him with that.
You tugged at Eddie’s shirt and his hands reluctantly came away from their spot on your chest to rip his own shirt off, flinging it off to the side. You almost licked your lips as you eyed his tattooed chest.
He was back in between your legs, kissing your neck. You pulled your bra straps down and his hand sneaked up your back and unclipped it. His lips quickly came down to your exposed chest and gently sucked at one of your nipples. Your head flew back and you thought about how insane all this was. You had so much desire building up for Eddie, a desire you never thought would be returned; so when you both saw it in one another, you had no time to take things slow. Maybe you both were a bit nervous the other would realize their mistake and change their mind, so if you just kept pulling at one another, maybe you’d stay, and maybe he’d want you back.
He released your nipple and left it glistening. Your hands began to fiddle with his belt and he helped, pushing his tight jeans off.
You grabbed the waistband of his boxers, his stance between your legs not budging. “Eddie, I want to—“ Your voice was much softer than usual, Eddie really liked it. He understood that you were asking him to move so you could get down on your knees and take him in your mouth. And, yes, that sounded heavenly, but Eddie had other plans for this moment.
“No. I…” His eyes traced your frame, up to your swollen lips. “I want to be inside you... Can I…?”
You gulped and nodded your head. He quickly tore your shorts off your legs, your underwear sliding off with them. He needily kissed you again, grinding his hips against yours. You felt his hard length against your lower stomach as he did. He pushed down his boxers, unable to bother pulling them off completely and lined himself up with you. His forehead rested against yours as he looked down, his hand guiding his tip that was already soaked in precum against your entrance.
His eyes glanced at your own, making sure you still wanted this. You were practically begging him. Finally, he painfully slowly pushed himself inside you. You gasped in unison. When you took him in completely you were shocked at how big he was. He let you adjust to his size before you whined. He felt his heart flip at your need. He began to move in and out of you, going slow and gentle. He grunted in your ear as his hands grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to the edge of the table so he could get a better angle. Your hands clawed at his tanned back, stifling moans against his shoulder.
“Please,” he painted. “Let me hear you.” His voice was shaky and barely above a whisper, his hot breath tickling your ear. When he began to pick up speed, you let a moan pool off your lips. Eddie looked at you, his pupils blown, and kissed you, swallowing the noises you kept making.
His weight on you pushed you back so you were laying on top of your game board, his arm holding him above you on the table. Your hands snaked down to his lower back and pulled him towards you, wanting him to hit you harder. So he did. His thrusts were deep and strong now, the table’s legs dragging against the floor with each pump.
You weren’t used to Eddie not talking for this long, which surprised you. You thought he’d be more vocal. And Eddie would have, except for the fact that he was so focused on you and being inside you, this entire line of events leaving him stumped and shocked. His brain was mush as you filled his every sense, he couldn’t form real sentences even if he wanted to.
His head collapsed into your neck, your hair ticking his nose, and his moans coming out much louder now. You could tell he was getting close.
“Fuck,” he dragged out when you bucked your hips up to meet his.
His hand came up to the side of your face as he slid in and out of you. “God—Fuck—Jesus Christ—“ he blabbered aimlessly into your ear, his words muffled. You mewled in response, bucking your hips up again, allowing him to hit you as deep as possible. “Eddie,” you shallowly breathed.
Your eyes were squeezed shut as he began to thrust in unsteady and chaotic beats. Your voice was enough to push him over the edge. You let out a rather loud moan involuntarily when his hand began to move against your clit. That finished him. Eddie growled lowly against you as he came inside. His thrusts were erratic and messy as he continued to pump his seed inside you. His fingers never stopped moving against your clit, your walls tightening around his cock as you began to orgasm. He groaned as he felt you twitch and squeeze around his cock, dragging his high out as he emptied himself in several more messy thrusts. Your nails had dug into Eddie’s back, sure to leave red marks. As Eddie slowed, your shaking legs began to calm. He stopped rubbing you as your orgasm floated into hazy ecstasy in your body.
His weight was heavy on top of you as you both laid there out of breath. You could feel liquid pool out of you and down your thigh. Eddie looked up at you, his face bright red and forehead sweaty, smirking his stupid smirk at you.
“Shut up,” you said, giving his chest a push so he’d get off of you. He leaned in closer and you felt yourself go shy again. He placed a kiss on your pouting lips before sliding out of you and standing up.
He extended his hand and helped pull you up and off the table. You turned around to look at the mess you had both just made.
“We should definitely do that again.” His voice was back to its self-assured tone. You turned around, shielding your body from his eyes as you picked your clothes up off the ground.
“You should be so lucky,” you teased.
He smiled as he watched you, suddenly shy as he glazed over your exposed body.
“Shit. Where’s my shirt?” You cursed. God, the lighting in there sucked.
A soft material collided with your back and you turned to catch it. It was Eddie’s Hellfire shirt.
You couldn’t help but blush as you slid it on over your head, it smelt like his cologne.
When you two were dressed, you walked out with his arm draped around you—but it felt different this time.
“Won’t you be cold?” You asked, referring to his shirtless torso.
“Not if you keep me warm.” That earned an eye roll from you. How many have you done that tonight?
As you walked out of the club room, Eddie laughed. “That’s gonna be a hard one to explain tomorrow when someone inevitably finds your shirt.”
Unspoken Tension
𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍
*𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚖𝚜*
𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚖: 𝙷𝚎𝚢!! 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎!! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜!!
The heat of the party still buzzed under your skin as you walked toward Topper’s car, your heels clicking softly against the pavement. It was past 3 AM, and the air was thick with humidity, the scent of salt and alcohol lingering in the night. You had spent the evening dancing, laughing, pretending not to notice Rafe’s eyes on you.
It wasn’t new. He was always watching, always lingering just close enough to make his presence known. But when he finally approached you earlier that night, it had been the same as always—a sharp comment disguised as a joke, something about how “little Topper” was finally getting attention. You had just rolled your eyes and walked away.
Now, standing by the car, you hesitated. Kelce was already sprawled in the middle seat, and on the other side sat Rafe, arms crossed, staring at you with that unreadable expression.
“What am I supposed to do?” you asked, looking at Topper.
Before he could answer, Rafe shifted, leaning forward slightly. “Just sit on my lap,” he said, his voice smooth, his hand extended toward you like it was the simplest solution in the world.
Your breath caught.
You hated him. Or, at least, you told yourself you did. You had the biggest crush on him, mostly growing up, but that feeling never went away. What else never went away was his constant taunting. You hated the way he talked to you, the way he made you feel small, the way he had gone from the boy who once held your hand when you scraped your knee to the guy who made fun of your every move. And yet, you still felt the heat in your stomach every time he was near.
You exhaled sharply. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious,” he said, his lips twitching like he was enjoying this.
Kelce snorted. “Come on, just sit down, we don’t have all night.”
You hesitated for a second longer, then scoffed under your breath. “Fine.”
Sliding into the car, you perched yourself carefully on Rafe’s lap, trying to put as much space between your body and his as possible. But it was pointless—his arm rested lazily on the back of the seat, his other hand coming down instinctively to your waist as Topper pulled onto the road.
You swallowed hard.
Rafe was warm, his chest firm against your back. Every breath he took pressed against you, and you could feel the rise and fall of it, the heat radiating from his skin.
“Relax,” he murmured, his lips just inches from your ear. “I don’t bite.”
You turned your head slightly, glaring at him over your shoulder. “Could’ve fooled me.”
His grip on your waist tightened slightly, his fingers pressing into the fabric of your dress. “You were ignoring me all night,” he said, his voice low, almost accusing.
You scoffed. “Maybe because you never have anything nice to say?”
For a second, something flickered in his expression. It was gone before you could place it. He smirked, tilting his head, his breath fanning across your skin.
“You’re really gonna act like you don’t like it?”
Your pulse stuttered.
“Like what?” you challenged.
“The attention,” he murmured.
You rolled your eyes, shifting slightly, but that only made the situation worse—his hands gripped your hips to steady you, and you swore you felt his breath hitch.
“You’re delusional, Cameron,” you muttered.
His thumb brushed the curve of your waist, slow, deliberate. “Maybe,” he said. “Or maybe you’ve just been running from the truth.”
Your breath caught, and for once, you had nothing to say. He laughed softly and tighten his arm around your waist and you felt something poking beneath you. You looked back at Rafe, down, and back up only to see him staring back at you with that smirk that always annoyed you.
By this time Kelce had already passed out and Topper and Sarah were too wrapped up in each other in the front of the car, not paying attention to either of you.
"You sure you don't like the attention, Cameron?" you whisper to him.
He moves in closer to your face, his breath is hot against your ear, "I've always loved the attention from you, clearly."
As the car rolled on, the silence between you and Rafe grew heavier. His thumb never stopped tracing slow patterns on your waist, and you could feel the subtle tension building between you two. You had always told yourself you hated the way he treated you, the way he’d pick on you for no reason. But now, with him so close, his touch lingering just enough to send chills down your spine, you started to wonder if there was something more behind it.
You shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the way his fingers seemed to burn into your skin and the way his hard on poked into your ass.
"Why are you doing this?" you finally blurted out, the words escaping before you could stop them.
He was silent for a moment, his lips pressed into a thin line as he looked at you with a strange intensity. “Doing what?” His voice was barely above a whisper, his tone quieter than usual.
"Picking on me all these years... acting like you can’t stand me and then—" You cut yourself off, unsure of where this was going. “Then acting like this," motioning to his crotch.
Rafe’s gaze softened for just a second, before his usual smirk returned. But there was something different about it now. “Maybe I’ve always liked to get under your skin,” he said, leaning in a little closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Guess it worked, huh?”
Your heart pounded in your chest, the air suddenly thick with something you couldn’t quite name.
“You’ve always had a way of getting under mine,” you replied, your voice quieter than you meant it to be.
Rafe’s hand slid from your waist to your back, his fingers tracing the curve of your spine. “I think I’ve always liked you, you know,” he muttered, the words so casual that they almost felt like a lie. But there was no mistaking the look in his eyes now.
Your breath caught in your throat. “What are you saying?”
He hesitated, his eyes flicking to yours. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ve been a little... hard to read.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “But I guess, I don’t know how to do this. How to act around you when I’ve always felt like this.”
The words hung between you two, heavy and thick.
You swallowed hard, a mix of confusion and something else swirling inside you. "You’re serious?"
Rafe didn’t look at you right away. Instead, he stared out the window for a moment, like he was thinking through his next words carefully. When his eyes finally met yours again, they were more vulnerable than you’d ever seen them.
“Yeah," he said softly. "I’m serious. I’ve always been serious.”
You felt your heart race again, but this time, it wasn’t just from the tension. It was from the realization that maybe, just maybe, the feeling had been mutual all along.
"You've been a jerk for so long, Rafe," you said, your voice shaky. "Why didn't you just—"
He interrupted you with a quiet laugh, one that was more frustrated than amused. “I was trying to figure it out, okay? I didn’t know how to stop acting like a dumbass around you. And now I’m just... here. Still trying to figure it out.”
The car swerved slightly as Topper made a turn, breaking the intense moment. But you couldn’t shake the weight of what Rafe had just said. There was something raw in his words, something real. He held you close to keep concealing what was happening below.
You bit your lip, unsure of what to say next, but in that silence, you realized something: Rafe had always been this way because he didn’t know how to handle the emotions he’d been hiding for so long. And now, they were out in the open.
Topper finally pulled up to Tannyhill, Sarah jumped out, waiting for Rafe. Neither of you have broken eye contact. You turn and open the car door, hopping out.
"I'm staying here tonight Top, see you tomorrow," you don't give him a second to answer before you pull Rafe out with you and slam the door shut, making your way to the homes entrance.
a/n: one of the requests I wanted to do before I took my break. I loved it too much to hold off on. *scheduled post*
tags + some moots 💗
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