YOU OUGHTA KNOW, ex!rafe cameron.
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summary: dating rafe cameron was an absolute bliss. yet apparently, it didn't take rafe long to find a replacement for you; same hair, same smile, same voice. just older, more elegant, and a more mature style of living. things went messy when you riled each other up during a dinner party. that night, you made sure to remind him of the mess he left when he went away.
content: angsty smut with 1,5k worth of plot/build-up, ex!switchy!rafe x dom!reader, reader mentioned as pervy, equally trashy-mouthed rafe and reader, subby!rafe, slight dryhumping, unprotected p in v, blow&handjob, cheating, almost caught
a/n: first smut content i've done 🤞
How do you put the love you two had into words? There's truly no words mankind could ever make up to explain how deep and devoted your love was to him. You were willing to give him your heart and soul if you could, you were convinced he was too. Well, to be exact, at least he used to be. Everything was so perfect. He adored and spoiled you all day every day. Looked at you like you were the center of the universe, his world orbiting around you as do yours with him.
Now, every turn in Figure Eight will always lead you back to the same view; Rafe and his somehow always dolled up doggone girlfriend. Sometimes you wish you had it in you to convince yourself that he's only dating her to look good, solely for image purposes. That at the very least, he's not in love.
But when you saw his eyes, it turned out his eyes saw only hers.
A totally unoriginal older version of you, just wiser, more level-headed, poised, trophy wife material. She was anything but the perverted you that went down on Rafe in the middle of a shitty movie in a dark theater. An absolute goddamn priss, she was; something the Rafe you knew wouldn't even bat an eye towards back then. What made you want to throw up even more was that at some point, they seemed somewhat cute and sweet together.
So of course it clawed on your chest when you had to sit across them during a dinner party held by Ward in Tannyhill for your families- which, very unfortunately have been friends for the longest time. Didn't even bother to acknowledge the obvious tension between you and his eldest son ever since the break up. Actually, barely acknowledged you. Even your own old man.
Your dad looks over towards Rafe's girl, "So you have four younger siblings?" He asked, smiling politely, just a tad impressed, "You must know how to run a household then."
As she nodded her head and smiled sweetly, responding with that eloquent way of speaking, you rolled your eyes, scoffing just faintly– which earned you a nudge on the arm by Sarah, who was sat beside you. "What?" You huff, "Babysitting's no life or death situation." You murmured to her, glancing back to the girl with squinted eyes, one of your eyebrows raising judgmentally at her.
That priss excuse of a woman was too caught up with the conversation she was having with both Rafe's and your parents to notice the judgy look smothered across your face towards her. That being said, Rafe however, did notice you. In fact, he noticed you all night long, if only you weren't too focused judging and silently mocking the girl under his arm.
Rafe's eyes followed your fingers as you picked a grape carefully, visibly searching and picking for crunchy ones as you usually do, then the way your fingers just slightly graced your lips as you place the grape into your mouth. When his girl talked to him, he could only let out a small mumbled "Mm?... Sounds great, babe", barely sparing her a glance.
Ward then looked over your way, "Your daughter... Is she ready to take over your company? Is she even capable?"
A scoff, louder now, escaped your lips once again. "'Scuse you?" You raise an eyebrow, offended by the doubt lingering in his voice, it was always clear Ward saw you as a mere reckless young woman back when you were dating Rafe. "What kind of a question is that anyways? Are you waiting for my dad to retire and die?"
Your dad tried to cover for you, eyes widening in panic, "She's just a little moody right now—"
"Well your business partner is rather loony, dad." You munch on another grape. That blunt insult caused all heads to turn your way now.
Rafe snorted mockingly, "Nice." He murmured.
Your head snapped towards his way, seeing the realization on his face that perhaps he murmured a little too loud, yet his lazy grin lingers on. You tilt your head and squint your eyes, "I don't think you were invited to the conversation, prig."
His eyes turned sharp at the nickname you gave him, "Watch your mouth." He pointed his finger at you. "I'm here at the same table and you were literally talking to my dad like a fucking brat."
"Sorry to offend the wrinkly older brat!"
"The fuck is your problem?!"
Ward let out a grunt and rolled his eyes along with your dad in sync, both clearly had enough of you and Rafe. You turn to them, "Sorry Ward, I don't usually forget my manners right at your face, but your son's an absolute dickhead and I'm over it." You spat.
Riled up, Rafe took his arm off his girl's shoulders, who looked at him in confusion and tried to tug on his sleeve, "Then do get over it, sweetheart. Unless you're all talk."
Your eyes dart back towards him, sharp and raged. "Oh I fucking will."
Silence then came across the whole table, the tension lingering on in the air and causing an awkward moment for quite literally everyone; Wheezie and Sarah trying to distract themselves by eating, Rose and your mom sharing looks, Rafe's girl still trying to change his attention, Ward fuming with irritation while your dad looked at him apologetically.
"I need fresh air." "Gonna get some air."
The two of you looked at each other the moment you stood up from your seats at the dinner table at the same time with the exact same reason. You scoff, stomping your feet the way out of the dining room with murmured words under your breath in annoyance, followed by Rafe and his little grunts. The rest of the families watched silently till you're both eventually out of sight.
"Real nice, following me around now?" Rafe said as he brush past you to go up the stairs ahead of you.
A sarcastic laugh rumbles through you, eyes squinting as you follow his steps up the stairs. "Excuse you? Ego never has and never will shrink, I presumed?" You say.
Rafe gave you a glance before focusing on his steps again, "You are following me now though." He pointed out as he made his way towards his bedroom door, the one you can still remember slipping out of every single night you decided to do something stupid together.
You follow him into that very room, door swinging shut behind you both, giving you the same amount of privacy you both always needed back then. "Because you're taunting me. You know damn well you are, Cameron."
"Am I? Or are you being delusional?" He shot you a sarcastic and mocking grin over his shoulder. "Still mad about her, huh?"
The fact that he even had the nerves to casually mention it bluntly was even worse than that stupid fucking grin on that idiotic kissable lips off his that you cant wait to rip off his disgustingly gorgeous face. He seemed so unfazed by the fact that he's arguing with his long term ex in the bedroom that was practically a museum of your memories. Your chest burned, heart set on flames by the same person that have been messing with your head for months now.
Sometimes you wonder if he even took the break-up seriously or just merely an end of a phase.
Rafe turned around to you as he took of his suit jacket and tossed it to a chair, "Have you not moved on?" He asked, eyes unable to be read this time. "What, you didn't do hook-ups to heal the wound or something?" He let out a long sigh as if he was sick of you clinging onto the past.
"I did."
You did. You had fucked men lovelessly just to try to numb the pain. Men who are a far cry from Rafe, who might just convince you how foolish thinking of Rafe again and again truly is. And god, every time you scratched your nails down another man's back, you fucking hoped he feels it. Maybe then he'll know he's not the only one capable of making you moan.
That being said, hearing your answer, Rafe paused and crossed his arms, "Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow, jaw clenching as if that honest answer to his own question was infuriating himself, "Did it feel good?"
The fucking audacity. You didn't know what made him think he have the right to ask that to you. Not when he walked out the door and left you in the cold first. You didn't know whether you were imagining the jealousy glimmering in his eyes either, but damn did it make you feel good. Rafe himself was trying hard to hide it, chin tilted up in that egotistical way of Rafe Cameron.
You test the waters; pushing off the wall you were previously leaning against before slowly stepping closer to that wretched ex-boyfriend of yours, head tilting as you raise an eyebrow and whisper into his ear, breath hot against the shell of his ear that made his heart race just fast enough, "Is it even ever bad when it's with me?"
Then, almost out of old-instincts, his hand came up to rest on your hip, his palm large, warm, and familiar. Definitely familiar.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" You asked due to the sudden touch, clearly still enraged.
Rafe let his eyes wander your face, from the flame of fury in ignited in your eyes, the creased eyebrows, the lips he remembered being his favorite taste, all the way to the tiniest beauty marks that he missed. His voice came out in a harsh whisper, as if he was angry at himself for whatever it is that was coming soon.
"Something I really shouldn't."
A grunt escaped his throat in a way that told you he was letting go, his other hand flying straight to cup the back of your head as his lips were slammed right onto yours, eyes shut tight as the hand previously on your hip now roamed to the small of your back, feeling you right through the fabric of your dress.
His lips moved urgently, as if he was in a hurry or rather impatient to taste more than your lipstick-covered lips.
It was disgustingly familiar. Moreover, the way he even dared to lay his lips upon yours after leaving you in the dust was incredibly outrageous.
One of your hands flew to the back of his neck, tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck while your other hand reached for his tie, tugging and loosening it from his collar. He was starting to look more and more like the Rafe you used to know; pathetic, idiotic, messy, and filled with desire and determination.
"You're disgusting." You rasped against his mouth as you felt his filthy fingers hooking themselves on the hem of your dress, pulling it up just slowly but with impatience waiting to burst out of his pants.
That dirty grin came to be displayed across his lips yet again the moment he laid you down on his bed, "Sure, but I don't see you tryinna leave." He pointed out in a whisper as he painted the flushed skin of your neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses, hands pulling you dress over your thighs to bunch at your waist, fingers roaming your thighs and squeezing desperately at the flesh.
A breathless scoff escaped your throat as you grab at his arms, leg going over his hip to take control and eventually flip the two of you over.
"Not until you realize what you did." You positioned your body perfectly on his lap, soaked panties grinding on the tent forming in the trousers that cling to his legs, pulling out a breathy sigh from his lips, obviously holding back a moan.
Buttons after buttons were taken off from his shirt, revealing the smooth surface of the chest that was a nest for your head to rest in years ago. "Fuck.." He grabbed your hips, eyes widening just the slightest at your movement on his bricked up cock through the layers of fabric, "And what did I do, huh...?" He huffed out a laugh as he grunt and thrust up to catch you by surprise.
Breath hitched, your eyes only showed more anger towards him, hands unbuckling his belt with ease. "You really don't know?" You asked, leaning down to mouth at his jaw, just near his ear to whisper close,
"Well, you oughta fucking know."
Rafe's grip on your hips tightened, jaw clenching and heart pounding. Your voice and body making it crystal clear to him that you weren't doing this simply because you miss him. You wanted to express the resentment still lingering like a disease in your heart.
"...Sure thing, sweetheart." He choked out with a hesitant chuckle, hands ready to flip your positions once again. Except this time, you were quick to grab his hands off your hips and pin them on both sides of his face.
You let out a laugh right against his neck, "Oh, Rafe..." You sighed, amused by how much control you felt over him, "Why don't you be the one that sit still and look pretty now?" You say, tongue dripping with sarcasm.
Slowly, your body lowered down on the bed till your head was right above his crotch, hands already zipping off his trousers and tugging on them and his boxers at once till you were able to toss them aside to the floor, meeting his flushed cock that was practically aching with precum leaking from the tip already.
Amused by the sight, you clicked your tongue and gently wrap your fingers around his length, "Hurts, huh?" You mumble against the tip, tongue slipping out just to sweep up his precum, pulling out the smallest moan from him and a slight nod of his head, "Doesn't compare to how you hurt me then though." That's when your lips finally wrapped themselves around his girthy cock, just at the tip while you jerk off the rest of the length with your hand.
A grunt slipped past his lips, a hand instinctively flying to the back of your head with his fingers gripping the strands of your hair as he try to thrust up into your mouth to steal back the dominance, which failed as your hands were keeping his hips down. God, he tasted exactly like how you hoped he didn't; exactly like the past.
And you felt precisely like what he forced himself to think his girl would feel like; a filthy, chaotic mess.
A breathier moan then slip out, fingers gripping tighter. "Ah- shit..." He whimpered, head thrown back on the pillow, "Shit shit shit... I fucking can't... It's been awhile..."
You pull away from his cock to actually laugh at it, "Awhile? Miss Perfect doesn't fuck you?"
"She... tries... but she doesn't blow me at all..."
An even much crueler laugh rumbled through your chest, mocking his apparent misery with that boring priss, "Now that's hurtful." You cackled. Your hand pumped his cock faster suddenly to catch him off guard while you kept on snickering, especially at the pathetic look painted across his annoyingly beautiful face.
His eyebrows were furrowed, bangs falling messily and starting to get damp from all the sweat building up due to the new heat in the air of his bedroom, eyes going back and forth from looking down at you and rolling to the back of his head every now and then, meanwhile his chest was heaving up and down, heartbeat louder than regularly. He was gorgeous like that, but he was also an idiot that ruined you.
Rafe let out a groan the moment your hands release his hips, allowing him to thrust up into your hand, only for you to suddenly pull your hand away from his cock, which you felt was ready to burst any moment from now.
He wince at the loss, "I was so close! Fuck you!" He managed to let out.
"Yeah?" You raise an eyebrow as your hand reach behind your back to unzip your dress, tossing the piece of fabric aside along with your panties. "Let's test that theory."
In a mere second, you were back on his lap- only this time, no fabric was acting as a barricade between your heat and his own, your hand holding his tip just to line him up to your entrance and guide him in; not that you needed much time to do so, you were practically skilled in doing precisely that from all the dirty rendezvous you've done before.
The moment you were completely sat on his cock, Rafe let out a strangled moan, head completely thrown back and revealing the surface of his neck; the perfect canvas for your lips.
Within seconds, his neck became red with your lipstick-kiss marks all over it. But he barely paid attention, too infatuated by the warm feeling of your cunt hugging his length.
His arms came up to wrap around your waist while you move your hips, grinding at first until you started to practically bounce on him, the sound of skins slapping filling up the entire bedroom, both of you too distracted to even think about whether the sound would slip out of the walls or not, not to mention the sound of the bedframe starting to creak each time your movement's speed accelerates.
"Oh fuck..." He whimpered, listening close to your soft sighs of pleasure that were like music into his ears, "Oh don't stop... please don't ever stop..." He pleaded, trying to thrust up into you but felt too weak to even do so.
You let out a breathy moan the moment his cock started hitting just the right spot, "Tell me, Rafe..." You breathed into his ear, mouth pressed right onto his earlobe, "Do you think of me when you fuck her...?" You asked, droopy eyes staring at his facial expressions.
He could barely keep eye contact with you despite trying desperately to maintain it, chest heaving as pathetic noises escapes his throat.
"Do you hear my voice when she moans your–" a moan slipped through your lips mid-sentence, fingers dugged into his skin, "fuck... your name? Or do you feel my lips when you kiss her...? My body when you touch her all around...?" Your hand reach up to cup his chin, tilting it up with your thumb dragging across his bottom lip.
"Every fuckin' time..." He finally confessed, a complete moaning mess, hips mindlessly going up and down to meet yours every now and then, "can't fuckin' forget you, baby..."
A cracked laugh was what left your lips at his answer, hands gripping and pinning his onto the sheets as your hips moved even faster, "Don't baby me, dickhead..." You whispered with a quiet moan.
Just when his lips part to let out yet another moan, the two of you flinched and slowed down the moment you both heard two knocks on the wooden surface of his bedroom door, followed by a soft and sickeningly sweet voice on the other side that obviously belonged to his girlfriend,
"Rafey...? What're you doing...?"
Rafe's heart drop, eyes widening in panic as your hand flew to his lips to muffle out his moan. You could hear his heart beating even louder now, it somehow amused the hell out of you to see him so panicked and scared. A lazy grin takes over your lips as you lean back down to whisper into his ear, "Well?" You ask, slowly releasing his mouth, "Answer her or I will."
But no matter how much he tried to get his voice out of his throat, it was difficult considering you were still moving on his cock- though slower now, the bed still creaking too loud that it should technically be difficult for his girlfriend to not get suspicious. Unless she was a bimbo too.
"I..." Rafe's fingers gripped your hand as he spoke louder for her to hear, "I'm not- not in the mood, babe! Just- please go!" His eyes stayed on yours, breathing heavily and just silently (or rather not so silently) begging for her to leave already.
"Okay." She responded casually, "I love you."
"Yeah..." Rafe breathed, "I love you too."
But this time, he was saying it while looking right into your eyes.
His voice soft and vulnerable, walls crumbled down completely.
The moment she left the door, you let out a mocking scoff at his face, "You sure do, pal..." You breathed out with a huffed out chuckle while fastening your pace, chasing both of your releases.
Rafe's jaw was slack, eyes droopy and set on yours only as his hips rock up against yours, weakly now from the lack of energy he have left. "So close... so so close... fuck.." He whimpered, the grip he had on your hand tightening even more now, signaling how truly close he was. You could see it in his facial expression as well, he was truly desperate to catch that relieving feeling of shooting his load.
Your breath hitch as you keep the same pace and movement that hits your spot just right, raising your hips and sinking back down while leaning down to breathlessly whisper to him, "Prove it to me then."
It didn't take long for him to prove it, apparently.
His hand led yours to cover his mouth in order to muffle out his loud, desperate moan the moment his hips shot up with his load painting your insides white, eventually inviting your own pleasure to be released, grinding down on him with softer moans and sighs. He was still mindlessly moving his hips just weakly while your back was arching with pleasure as warmth filled your insides- not in the lovey dovey way, unfortunately. In your eyes, he would always be the boy who left you for a mere pretty face.
Though still shaky from that one hell of a literal ride, you took all the strength you got to get off him and the mess you've both laid in his bed like old times right away. You barely spared him another glance before slipping back into your dress and panties as well as the pair of heels you've previously kicked off your feet.
Rafe looked up, confused and closed to being knocked out, "Wait..." He grunted as he rests on his elbows to watch you tidy your appearance, out of breath and still panting, "Where the fuck are you going?"
You let out a sigh, "Where do you think, Cameron?" You ask over your shoulder, "Not like I was gonna stay."
"But I thought-" He bit his tongue, eyebrows stitched together, feeling a sense of fury and betrayal, "You can't leave me. Not now. Not with this mess." He said, it was unclear whether he was referring to the messy and damp sheets or the unspoken feelings still lingering from him to you- to which he hoped you also still have. Even if just a pinch.
"Well you thought wrong."
You didn't look back at him, but you could feel him glare into the back of your head as well as hear the small hurt scoff he let out.
"After all, that makes us even, right?" You asked, finally turning around, hands on your hips, "You left me in such a mess. Now you can't even handle the same?" You scoffed, eyes gazing down at him in such disgust that it practically hurt him. "Grow up, Rafe. Maybe then you'll realize that you should worry more about how big your ego is and not about how much holes your small dick can fit in."
And when you shut the door behind you quietly that night, Rafe still felt your palm under his. It wasn't sweet like it would've been back then, rather bitter and cruel.
