pov. while at a party with rafe, a girl starts flirting with him right in your faceâŠhe doesnât say anything, in fact, he lets it happen! and so you being you, you go absolutely batshit insane on him.
notes. this was inspired of taylor swiftâs blank space music video
content warnings. âžâž fem reader, crazygf!reader, toxic!rafe, arguing, daddy name usage, cussing, no proof read, reader riding rafe, needy sex, angry sex, destroying his car and etc
the night had been tense since the moment you got to the party.
it started in the car. rafe had been going on about something his father said, already in a bad mood before either of you had even stepped out of the driveway. normally, you wouldâve listened. tonight, you didnât have the patience for it.
so you snapped, then he snapped back, neither of you had let it go since.
you and rafe were the kind of couple people avoided. not because you were quiet, but because you were the exact opposite. one wrong glance, one conversation that lasted a little too long, one person standing a little too close, and suddenly one of you was pissed off.
most people knew better than to get involved. which was probably why the two of you were alone on the couch now.
music thumped through the house hard enough to shake the floor beneath your feet, voices blending together into a loud mess around you. despite the crowded room, nobody came over.
you sat sideways across rafeâs lap, your legs crossed neatly as one of his arms stayed hooked around your waist. his grip was firm, keeping you tucked against him while his other hand lifted a red solo cup to his lips.
you rested your head against his shoulder, eyes half-lidded from boredom more than exhaustion. your makeup left a faint smudge on his cheek where youâd been leaning against him all night.
âiâm tired,â you muttered. rafe barely looked away from the crowd. his hand slid down to your thigh, his thumb brushing slowly back and forth against your skin. âyeah?â he murmured, and you nodded.
his eyes finally dropped to you. some of the irritation heâd been carrying around all night softened as he looked at your face. âwe can go home soon.â he says.
he leaned down, pressing a lazy kiss against your bare shoulder.
you let out a soft sigh, shifting against him before pulling yourself upright. âiâm gonna go to the bathroom.â you say. rafeâs hand squeezed your thigh once before dropping away.
âalright.â he replied.
you leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before standing. he barely reacted beyond tipping his cup toward you in acknowledgment, his attention already drifting back toward the party.
you rolled your eyes, typical fucking rafe.
carefully stepping around people scattered throughout the living room, you disappeared down the hallway toward the bathroom.
it took longer than expected.
some drunk girl was crying in front of the mirror when you got there, mascara halfway down her face while two friends attempted to convince her not to text her ex. by the time you managed to get inside and back out again, nearly fifteen minutes had passed.
you made your way back through the house. the music was louder now, people were more drunk, the air felt warmer because of the amount of people.
your eyes immediately searched for the couch, and there he was. still sitting exactly where youâd left him. at first, nothing seemed wrong. there was just some blonde girl standing beside him.
you barely paid attention, girls talked to rafe all the time, it pissed you off everytime but youâd learned to ignore it. half the women at these parties practically threw themselves at him the second they got the chance.
you could see her mouth moving as she talked, but you didnât really process any of it. it was just background noise, until you noticed rafe wasnât telling her to leave, then you noticed she was smiling, then laughingâŠ
the closer you got, the more pieces of the conversation began filtering through the music. ââŠseriously, youâre way funnier than everyone says.â she said, the girl reached out, touching his arm.
you stopped completely and yet rafe didnât move away, he didnât exactly encourage it either. he just sat there, drink balanced in one hand while she continued talking.
your jaw tightened. still, you tried to ignore it.
you started walking again, then the girl laughed at something else and, before you could even process what she was doing, she dropped herself directly onto rafeâs lap.
your stomach dropped, and the entire room seemed to sharpen, and suddenly you could hear every word. âiâm just saying,â she giggled, brushing her hair behind her ear. âif i was your girlfriend, iâd never let you sit over here by yourself all night.â she coos.
a few people nearby immediately glanced over, everyone knew who you were and everyone knew who rafe was.
everyone knew that was a terrible idea. your expression went blank, some could mistaken it for anger but not yet.
his eyes found yours across the room and immediately, he knew you were pissed. ironically, because you werenât yelling, you werenât storming over, you werenât making a scene. you were just weirdly staring.
the girlâs smile slowly faded as she noticed where his attention had gone.
she turned and followed his gaze and finally saw you standing there. the realization hit her almost instantly. âoh.â she muttered.
the tension settled over the room like a storm cloud.
and all rafe could do was watch as you started walking toward them slowly, not taking your eyes off either one of them.
you stood in front of them. âget up, weâre going home.â you told rafe, which caused him to get up immediately and the girl fell on her face as he walked with you to leave the party.
you didnât say a single word the whole ride home.
rafe tried a couple times, low murmurs about how it wasnât what it looked like, how she was just some drunk girl, how you were overreacting.
you stared straight out the window, jaw locked so tight it ached, arms crossed over your chest like a shield. every time he reached for your thigh you jerked away. the silence got heavier, thicker, until it felt like it was choking the air out of the car.
by the time the tires crunched over the gravel outside the house, your blood was boiling so hard you could barely see straight.
rafe killed the engine. you shoved the door open before he even finished parking, stepping out into the cool night air. your heels clicked sharp against the ground as you slammed the door behind you and started toward the front steps.
âbaby, wait up,â he called, climbing out after you. you kept walking, not listening to him. he caught up quick, long legs eating up the distance. his hand landed gently on your lower back, thumb rubbing slow circles like he thought that shit would fix anything.
âcâmon, talk to me,â he said, voice all soft and sweet, the same tone he used when he knew he fucked up. âi hate when you go quiet like this. whatâs wrong? tell me so i can make it better.â he says, his brows furrowed.
you stopped at the door, keys in your hand but not moving to unlock it. your shoulders were tense, breath coming short and fast through your nose. âleave me alone, rafe,â you warned, voice low and flat. a final, trembling thread of control. âi mean it. just⊠stop.â you continue.
he didnât stop and instead he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder like he was trying to cage you in all gentle and loving. âiâm sorry, okay? she was nothing. you know youâre the only one i want. let me fix it, princess. come on, donât shut me out.â he rambled on and that was it for you, the thread snapped.
you spun around so fast your hair whipped across his face and shoved him hard in the chest with both hands. âfix it? are you fucking stupid?â your voice cracked up, loud and vicious in the quiet night.
âyou let that bitch sit on your lap! right there in front of everybody while i was gone for two seconds! and youâre out here playing sweet like you didnât just embarrass the shit out of me?â you asked and rafe reached for you again. âbabyââ he started.
âdonât fucking baby me!â you screamed, slapping his hands away. your whole body was shaking now, anger pouring out like poison. âi tried to be calm! i really fucking tried! i walked over slow, telling myself not to lose it, and you just sat there like a fucking idiot while she climbed all over you!â you continued, yelling louder and louder.
you shoved him again, harder, backing him up a step toward the car. your voice kept climbing, raw and unhinged.
âafter the fight we had? after iâve been dealing with your shitty mood all night? you let some random whore giggle and touch you and then drop her ass in your lap? what the fuck is wrong with you? do i mean nothing? am i just some placeholder until the next thirsty bitch throws herself at you?â you continue, your volume gaining.
your voice broke on the last word, chest heaving, the rage finally spilling everywhere; messy, loud, and completely out of control. the neighbors were probably waking up, but you couldnât stop. you just kept going off, words flying fast and cruel while rafe stood there taking it, eyes wide like he just finally understood how bad heâd fucked up.
you kept screaming, your hands and fingers in his face, tears streaking down your face as the rage took over completely.
rafe grabbed your wrists, firmly while trying to keep his voice steady. âheyâhey, stop. breathe. youâre spiraling, baby, just stop for a second. it was nothing. i wasnât even touching her back. youâre the only one that matters, alright? come inside and weâll talk about it.â he says sweetly.
he pulled you closer, trying to wrap you up in his arms like that would magically fix everything. âi love you. you know that. donât do this.â he softly said, but it only made it worse.
you ripped away from him, shoving hard enough that he stumbled back a step. your voice went shrill, cracking with fury. âtalk about it? you think sweet talking me is gonna work right now? after you let her sit on your lap like i donât even exist?â he ask.
you laughed, but it sounded ugly and broken. âwhat, is that all you care about? your fucking truck and other girls? huh? is that it, rafe? you love showing off that stupid expensive truck to every thirsty bitch who looks your way. parading them around like iâm not even there.â you repeatedly question.
rafeâs face hardened, hands up like he was approaching a wild animal. âdonât. youâre pissed, i get it, but donât start that shitââ he started.
âno, iâm done!â you yelled, voice echoing down the street. âif all you care about is your truck and letting random girls climb all over you, then fine. iâll make sure no girl ever gets in that fucking truck again.â you laugh.
you spun around and stormed into the house, heart pounding so hard it felt like it would explode. rafe called after you but you ignored him, feet flying across the floor. you knew where the golf clubs were, rafeâs set sitting by the garage door like always. you grabbed the biggest one, the metal cool and heavy in your grip, and bolted back outside before he could stop you.
âbabyâ what the fuck are you doing?!â rafe shouted, running after you. it was too late. you ran straight for his truck, the one he babied more than anything, and swung the club with every ounce of rage burning through you. the first hit cracked the windshield hard, a spiderweb of fractures exploding across the glass.
âthis is what you care about, right?!â you screamed, swinging again and again. the windshield shattered more with every blow. âyour stupid truck and all those girls who wanna ride in it!â you scream more.
you moved to the front, smashing the blinker lights, the side mirrors, glass and plastic flying everywhere as the club connected with brutal thuds. your arms burned but you didnât stop, tears pouring down your face while you destroyed it.
rafe finally caught up, grabbing you around the waist and trying to yank the club away. âstop! jesus christ, youâre fucking crazyâgive me that!â
you fought him like a wild animal, elbowing back and swinging one more time before he ripped the club out of your hands. the truck was wrecked, windshield ruined, blinkers smashed to pieces, dents all over the hood.
you were breathing hard, chest heaving, staring at the damage with wild eyes. ânow no bitch is getting in your truck, rafe. not her. not anyone.â you mocked while rafe stood there, holding the golf club, looking between you and his destroyed truck like he couldnât believe what just happened. the night air felt electric with how unhinged everything had gotten.
you stormed back toward the house, chest still heaving, adrenaline and fury pumping through your veins like fire. rafe was right behind you, shouting your name, but you didnât stop. the second you crossed the threshold you started ripping shit off the walls, the framed pictures of the two of you, smiling at the beach, on the boat, at parties. you smashed them one by one on the hardwood floor, glass shattering everywhere.
âthis is us?â you screamed, stomping on the broken frames. âthis is what you want? pictures and a truck while you let other bitches sit on your lap?â you ask loudly.
you moved like a tornado through the living room, grabbing anything that had the two of you on it; polaroids stuck to the fridge, the little necklace heâd bought you last month that was sitting on the counter, even the hoodie of his youâd been wearing earlier. you yanked it off and threw it at him before snatching a vase heâd given you and hurling it against the wall. flowers and water exploded across the floor.
rafe followed you inside, the golf club still in his hand until he tossed it aside with a loud clatter. his face was twisted with rage now, all that fake calm from earlier completely gone. âwhat the fuck is wrong with you?!â he roared.
you kept going, tearing down more pictures, kicking over a side table that held a photo of you two at midsummer. âeverything! everythingâs wrong with me because of you!â you screamed, that was the breaking point for him.
rafeâs fist slammed into the wall beside the hallway, the drywall cracking under the force with a sickening thud. blood smeared where his knuckles split, but he didnât even flinch. he was on you in seconds, backing you up fast until your back hit the wall hard. his hands planted on either side of your head, caging you in as he got right in your face, breathing heavy and furious.
âyouâre fucking insane!â he yelled, voice loud enough to shake the room. âyou just destroyed my truck, my shit, our pictures..over some drunk bitch who meant nothing? i told you to calm down! i tried to talk to you and you lose your goddamn mind like this?â he added.
his eyes were wild, jaw clenched tight, towering over you as he screamed. spit flew with every word. âi shouldâve left your crazy ass at that party! you think this is love? smashing my truck and tearing up our life because youâre jealous? grow the fuck up!â he added, his voice getting louder:
you didnât shrink. you didnât flinch. if anything, his anger lit a match under yours, making the fire burn hotter. you shoved at his chest with both hands, glaring straight up into his face without a trace of fear, only pure venom.
âget the fuck out of my face, rafe!â you screamed right back, voice cracking but louder, matching his intensity. your hands kept pushing, nails digging into his shirt. âyou think yelling at me is gonna scare me? after what you did? youâre the one who embarrassed me in front of everyone! youâre the one who let her on your lap! and now youâre mad because i finally snapped? fuck you!â
you were practically nose to nose with him now, hearts pounding against each other, the air thick with rage and something even darker. neither of you quieted down, both of you screaming over the other, the destroyed house and wrecked truck outside forgotten in the heat of it all.
you shoved him harder, pushing off the wall and forcing the fight back into the living room, glass crunching under your heels from the broken frames. rafe followed, chest heaving, his face flushed red with pure fury now.
âyouâre actually psychotic!â he bellowed, voice booming through the house. âlook at this fucking mess! you ruined everything because you canât control your crazy ass jealousy!â he said, as if it wasnât the same way for him.
but you were louder, screaming right over him, voice raw and shrill as you got in his face again in the middle of the destroyed living room. âpsychotic? me? youâre the one who couldnât keep some slut off your lap for five fucking minutes! i shouldâve smashed your face instead of that stupid truck!â you barked out.
your voice carried louder than his, echoing off the walls, words flying faster and meaner. âyou always do this shit, rafe! always letting them flirt and touch and sit on you like iâm some fucking joke! i hate you so much right now i canât even breathe!â you continue.
rafeâs eyes darkened, fists clenched at his sides, knuckles still bleeding from the wall. he stepped closer, towering over you. âcalm the fuck down!â he roared, trying to grab your shoulders. âjust shut up for one goddamn second and calm down before you make this worse!â
that only fueled you more. you snatched the half full water bottle off the coffee table, twisted the cap off with shaking hands, and hurled the water straight at his face. it splashed across his chest and neck, soaking his shirt as you threw the empty bottle at him too.
âdonât tell me to calm down!â you shrieked, even louder now, stepping forward like you were ready to swing. âyou donât get to tell me shit after tonight!â you added.
rafe wiped water from his eyes, spitting mad. he lunged forward and grabbed your wrist hard, fingers wrapping tight around it to stop you from grabbing anything else. âstop! fucking stop right now!â he yelled, yanking you toward him, his grip bruising as he tried to pin your arm down. his other hand came up like he didnât know whether to shove you away or pull you closer, the rage between you crackling like it could burn the whole house down.
you twisted harder in his grip, still screaming, but rafeâs hold on your wrist tightened as he pulled you flush against him, breathing heavy and ragged.
âstopâ just fucking stop for a second,â he growled, voice lower now but still edged with anger. he grabbed your other wrist too, pinning them between your bodies as he looked down at you, eyes wild. âwhat do you want? huh? tell me what the fuck you want so youâll shut the fuck up already.â he asked.
you glared up at him, chest heaving, tears and rage still burning hot on your face.
rafeâs jaw flexed. he leaned in closer, voice rough. âwhat can i do? what do you need right now to stop losing your goddamn mind? you want me to apologize again? you want attention? you want dick?â
the words hit the air sharp and crude. you stared at him for half a second, the fury still boiling, but something darker twisted underneath it. your breath hitched. ââŠyeah,â you replied quietly, voice shaky but certain.
rafe crashed his mouth against yours, hard and punishing, teeth clashing as the kiss turned messy and desperate. you bit his bottom lip in return, still angry, still feral, but kissing him back just as viciously. he let go of your wrists and grabbed your hips instead, lifting you up as he stumbled backward toward the couch.
his legs hit the edge and he fell back onto it, pulling you down on top of him. you straddled his lap instantly, hands fisting in his wet shirt as you ground down against him, the argument still fueling every rough touch.
âfuck you,â you muttered against his mouth between kisses, but your hands were already yanking at his belt, desperate and impatient. rafe groaned, one hand tangling in your hair while the other shoved your dress up around your waist. âyeah? you mad still baby? then take it out on me.â he coos.
he freed himself quickly, hard and ready, and you didnât wait, you pushed your panties to the side and sank down onto him in one rough motion, both of you moaning loud into the kiss. the couch creaked under you as you started moving fast, riding him hard, nails digging into his shoulders.
rafeâs hands gripped your ass, guiding you, thrusting up to meet every angry roll of your hips. the room was still trashed around you; glass on the floor, water soaking the carpet, but none of it mattered. it was all heat and fury and raw need now, your bodies slamming together like the fight hadnât ended, just changed form.
âthis what you wanted?â he panted against your neck, biting down hard enough to make you gasp. âhuh? my dick shutting you up?â he taunted, you answered by riding him faster, moaning loud and broken, the anger melting into something just as intense while the couch shook beneath you.
you kept riding him hard, hips slamming down desperately, the anger still sizzling under your skin but twisting fast into something filthy and needy. rafe groaned beneath you, thrusting up rough, filling you deep with every stroke.
âfuckâslow down,â he muttered, but his hands only pulled you harder onto him. one palm slid up your body, fingers wrapping gently around your throat, not squeezing hard, just holding you there, thumb brushing your jaw like a warning and a promise at the same time. his grip kept your head tilted down so you had to look at him.
your eyes were already glazing over, lips parted, breath coming in short, broken whimpers every time he hit that spot inside you. âiâm so sorry,â you gasped, voice cracking as you rocked faster on his cock, completely losing control. âi just wanted your dick⊠thatâs all i wanted. iâm so sorryââ you ramble like an idiot.
rafeâs grip on your throat tightened just a little, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he watched you fall apart. he slowed his thrusts deliberately, teasing you, dragging his cock in and out so torturously slow you whined loud and pathetic.
âyeah? youâre sorry now?â he murmured, voice dark and mocking. his other hand gripped your hip, holding you still when you tried to bounce faster. âcouldnât tell with the way you were smashing my truck and screaming like a crazy bitch ten minutes ago.â he replied.
you moaned helplessly, trying to grind down but he wouldnât let you, keeping you right on the edge. your head felt fuzzy, body trembling, pussy clenching around him as the pleasure made your brain melt.
âyou make it so much better,â you babbled, eyes half-lidded and glassy, completely cock drunk. âdick feels so good⊠pleaseâiâm sorry i got so mad, i just needed you inside me. you always make it betterâŠâ you continue.
rafe smirked, clearly enjoying how fucked-out you sounded. he loosened his grip on your throat for a second, only to slide his hand higher and push two fingers past your lips, pressing down on your tongue while he finally gave you a hard thrust.
âlook at you,â he teased, voice low and mean. âall that fighting and now youâre drooling on my fingers like a desperate little slut. you get this stupid and cock drunk so easy, huh baby?â he toyed.
you nodded frantically around his fingers, moaning loud and muffled, hips twitching as he started fucking up into you again with deep, steady strokes that made your eyes roll back.
tears of overwhelming pleasure slipped down your cheeks while you kept whimpering sorrys and pleases, every thought in your head gone except how full you felt and how badly you needed to cum.
rafe kept teasing you, slowing down every time you got close, his hand returning to your throat to hold you right where he wanted while he watched you lose it completely on his cock.
you were a complete mess on top of him, hips jerking desperately against his slow, teasing thrusts, tears slipping down your flushed cheeks while his fingers pressed heavier on your tongue.
âplease rafeâ please let me cum,â you whimpered around his fingers, voice all broken and needy, pussy fluttering and squeezing around his cock like you couldnât take another second of his edging. âiâm so sorry⊠iâll be good⊠just need to cum on your dickââ
rafeâs hand tightened around your throat again, just enough to make your head spin, his eyes dark and locked on your face. âyeah? you think you deserve it after all that crazy shit?â he growled, but his hips finally snapped up harder, giving you what you needed.
he stopped the teasing. he fucked you deep and fast, pounding up into you while his grip on your throat kept you right there with him. the wet sounds of your bodies slapping together filled the trashed living room, the couch creaking violently under you.
your eyes rolled back, mouth falling open in a silent cry as the pleasure crashed over you hard. âoh my gâ fuckâ iâm cummingââ you moan. your whole body seized up, thighs shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm ripped through you. you came hard around his cock, soaking him, walls pulsing and clenching tight while broken moans and sobs spilled out of you.
your nails dug deep into his shoulders, hips grinding down messily as wave after wave hit you, leaving you completely cock drunk and trembling on top of him.
rafe groaned loud, thrusting through it, his hand staying firm on your throat as he watched you fall apart completely. âthatâs it⊠good girl. cum all over daddyâs dick like youâre sorry.â he taunted.
you kept whimpering and shaking even after the peak, face buried in his neck, mumbling soft little words and kisses on his neck, while your body twitched with aftershocks, completely spent and dripping on him.
