ladyrivia | BRUCE WAYNE, DICK GRAYSON & JASON TODD GIRLIE | | LIVE AND BREATHE FOR CHRISTIAN BALE | i like pretty boys with balaclava masks, long/buzzcut hair, scars, pretty eyes, fangs & hot psychopaths| 18+ mdni
Jason Todd... loves to evaluate books with you. The two of you even have a tiny book club where you choose a book to read and by the end of each month you both have a deep discussion about it.
Jason Todd... is extremely affectionate with you and slightly clingy. When he's tired at night and you're doing things, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and bury his head into your shoulder.
Jason Todd... always wants to get burgers with you because he is complete fatass.
Jason Todd... enjoys when you're bold and actually make the first move because it really shows that your love for him is real.
Jason Todd... finds it funny when you tease him about anything and pretends to pout whenever you make a really good remark.
bf!Dick Grayson who calls you at least three times a day for no real reason, just to hear how your day's going, and gets genuinely disappointed if you don't pick up.
bf!Dick Grayson who flirts with everyone out of pure habit, but the second you walk into a room, his attention doesn't leave you, and everyone notices except him.
bf!Dick Grayson who will do a backflip off a rooftop without blinking, but gets nervous laughing and awkward the first time you tell him you love him.
bf!Dick Grayson who remembers literally everyone's birthday, coffee order, and worst day ever, and somehow makes you feel like you're still the one he thinks about most.
bf!Dick Grayson who jokes his way through every hard conversation, until you gently call him out on it, and then he actually opens up, quiet and unguarded.
bf!Dick Grayson who will absolutely get into a petty prank war with you and escalate it for two straight weeks like it's a matter of personal honor.
bf!Dick Grayson who carries a low-grade guilt about the family he grew up watching fall apart, and works twice as hard to make sure you never feel like an afterthought.
bf!Dick Grayson who shows up to your work events, your family dinners, your friends' game nights, genuinely wanting to be there, not just tagging along.
bf!Dick Grayson who gets unexpectedly serious and protective the second Jason, Tim, or Damian so much as raise their voice near you, no jokes, no hesitation.
bf!Dick Grayson who texts Bruce updates about you sometimes, not because he's asked to, but because some habits of wanting approval never really go away.
bf!Dick Grayson who will hum off-key on purpose just to make you laugh when you're stressed, then act completely offended when you tell him it worked.
bf!Dick Grayson who never lets a fight go unresolved past bedtime, would rather stay up until 4am talking it out than sleep angry, even once.
bf!Dick Grayson who has an easy, magnetic charm with literally everyone, but reserves a specific, softer version of himself, quieter, more honest, just for you.
bf!Dick Grayson who still calls Alfred for advice about you sometimes, and will absolutely not tell you what Alfred said, just that "he approves."
AK! JASON TODD is so hot and cold that you genuinely don't know what to believe.
He's going through a lot, and you get that. Honestly, that's the only reason you've stuck around this long.
Well, that, and every time you think about leaving, he puts in the effort. A drink you like might show up on your nightstand, maybe a few of your favorite snacks end up in the pantry. He even lets you patch him up, if it's not too much for you to handle.
But when he isn't putting in the effort?
It's hell.
Jason's words get snippy, like he doesn't always remember that he isn't talking to the men in his militia. He'll tell you to fuck off without any hesitation, that his life would be easier if you walked out.
You don't think he means it, though.
Then again, it's hard to think at all when his cock is rearranging your insides, his chest pressed to your back. He has you angled just right for your pretty cunt to be leaking all over him and the best view of your ass jiggling with each and every one of his thrusts.
"Pretty girl..." He whispers into your ear, his drawl mixed with a knowing edge. "You're not gonna leave, are you?"
"No..." You whine. "Fuck, no, Jay-"
"That's not what you call me, is it, ma?" Jason cuts off, his teeth sinking into your shoulder in a warning bite.
"Sir!" The sound of your voice is more like a cry as you try to meet his brutal thrusts. "No, Sir!"
"Atta girl."
Yeah... You know you're not leaving any time soon if he keeps fucking you like this.
He knows it, too.
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A/N: its 2am i need to go tf to bed😭 i really wanted to crochet though so eh it was worth it
could we possibly have more Bruce x Pregnant Reader please? the domestic fluff of this trope tickles me in a way i yearn for. (ಥ_ಥ)
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 ──── relief .ᐟ
in which bruce provides just the right amount of relief!
( bruce wayne x pregnant!reader | fluff )
chubby speaks! : lmao someone in my inbox mentioned that i forgot to warn y'all that the reader was pregnant in my last bruce fic and it made me giggle mb!!
bruce was overprotective, you knew that from the moment you got involved with him—it all made sense when you learned of his story and especially when you learned that your some what normal boyfriend was actually the caped crusader that roamed the dangerous streets of gotham.
but when you became pregnant? oh it was a whole different ball game. if bruce had it his way you would never leave the bed until the day of the birth. yet you were restless, you needed to be active however you were nearing the end of your pregnancy and you desperately wanted to stay in bed.
but you were also petty and you didn’t want to prove him right.
so here you were, in the batcave, helping with files as your worrywart husband loomed over your shoulder. it didn’t matter where in the cave he was at—his eyes remanded on you. he cringed when you stood, winced when you hissed out in pain and he most definitely walked closely behind whenever you walked anywhere.
“almost done here mama?” he asked as he walked over to where you stood, waiting for some papers to finish printing. you just hummed, leaning your back against his chest—head resting on his shoulder.
“should be a couple more minutes” you yawned out. bruce watched as you shifted your weight from foot to foot as you tried to get comfortable with standing yet no relief ever came. so without much thought bruce wrapped his arms underneath your swollen belly and lifted your stomach.
you gasped in surprise, hands quickly shooting towards his wrist but instead of questioning what he was doing your body let out a shaky yet satisfied moan as the weight of your child had seemingly been passed on to bruce’s arms.
“holy” you breathed out “that feels amazing” he smiled, swaying the both of you from side to side as he held the weight of his world in his hands.
bruce would never admit that he learned of this technique due to a tik tok video dick had sent him the moment he had learned of your pregnancy but he was thankful nonetheless. especially since you seemed so relieved—he just wished he had done this way sooner.
“can we have brownies?” he laughed, a genuine laugh that came from the pit of his stomach “lets get you into bed and ill see what alfred could muster up”
jason todd never indulged in gossip
“you’re fucking with me”
“honest to god”
why would he? it was immature and ill-mannered to talk about someone’s life! their decisions are their decisions
“she slept with him. in his office”
“yup”
... at least that's what he liked to believe in
jason gave you the most baffled look you’ve ever seen on his face. it made you snort and wave a hand at his face. “hello? earth to jason”
immediately, jason blinked and snapped out of it. both of you were sitting on the couch, your legs sprawled on his lap and his hands idly tracing your knee.
“wait wait wait—" he slightly shifted his body to face you, the traces on your knee stopping as his large, warm hand just rested flat on it. “let me get this straight. you’re telling me that nancy—"
“uh huh”
“the same one who tried to get your promotion months ago--"
“that’s her”
“was caught sleeping with your boss at his office—"
“not caught, per se.”
“whatever” jason waved it off and continued. “and to top it off, she’s married to drew for— how long?”
“8 years” you hummed, scooting closer to him and biting your bottom lip to hold back a laugh from the look on his face as he was processing this new information you gave him. and when it did, he just sighed and shook his head, his fingers now resuming the slow and lazy circles he traced on your knee.
“sweetheart, your office environment is crazy” you could still hear how he was still slightly bewildered from the bombshell you just dropped on him. he was also confused as to why HR wasn't involved already
“hey, it pays the bills” you joked, lifting a hand to run through jason’s soft hair in that slow and gentle manner that always had him melt into your touch. “plus, at least there’s something to keep me entertained while i work in boredom”
“you know you can leave your job and i can take care of everything, right?” jason reminded you— for what felt like the millionth time—but you just smiled softly and nodded. “yeah i know, but how else am i gonna come bearing news to you?”
“…touché. i still need to know why carol and jesse aren’t talking to each other”
now that you couldn’t hold your laugh for. the wide smile on your face and your laugh softened jason’s eyes, a smile of his own appearing. his hand slipped beneath your knee to pull you close, the other hand cupping your face as he pulled you into a kiss
you could practically feel the smile on his face turn into a grin, and it made your smile grow as you kissed him back. it was a kiss of quiet contentment— slow, familiar and overflowing with the kind of affection that only came from loving someone for a long time
his hand remained cradling your cheek, his thumb lazily brushing across your skin with a small hum slipping out from your fingers combing through his hair
slowly, both of you broke the kiss, foreheads leaning on one another with nothing but pure love and adoration for one another
“so how was your night?” you asked, now laying your head on his chest. he just hummed, shifting his arm to drape over your shoulders and keep you close. “it was fine”
a beat
“…so bruce was basically being annoying like always and—"
okay maybe jason indulged in some gossip. keyword—some
Hear me out on this Jason x reader idea. Basically, Jason gets super critically injured one night on patrol and thinks he's close to death again. When out of nowhere, reader who is a metahuman with wings, shows up and saves his life. Now Jason is 100% convinced he's dying again and woke up in Heaven as reader spends the next week trying to keep him alive. After recovering, she disappears, but a certain winged vigilante keeps showing up and helping him out. Now Jason is convinced he has his own personal guardian angel.
jason todd is the type of man to try and match his partner’s size as she grows their child.
he indulges you in all your cravings, and encourages you to keep eating until you’re sufficiently full.
he claims there’s no such thing as dieting when you’re eating for two.
his favourite pregnancy craving of yours was dipping pickles into vanilla ice cream.
part of you thinks he’s excited to have someone who can eat as much as he can without restraint or concern.
and so he gets big with you, without the obvious pregnancy excuse. but he will still use the pregnancy as a reason for his weight gain to family.
“we’re pregnant. together.” he explains while rubbing his own stomach.
he takes time off the streets of gotham to prepare for the baby’s arrival and to take care of you. his lack of intensive movement causes his body to expand deliciously. arms, legs, backside. you take great pleasure in squishing his chub.
he tries to act too mighty for your squeezes, but he quickly grew fond of your attention, going as far as to put your hands over his ass to play with it.
but you know he loves to reciprocate. and he just cannot get enough of how pregnancy is making you glow. he’s obsessed with your plump body, and will take any opportunity to touch, kneed and love on your new form.
every stretch mark is adored, hyperpigmentation kissed, and swollen skin massaged. he’s almost annoyingly attentive; knows exactly what you need before you get the chance to complain.
his hard abs get cushioned by a soft layer of fat, a layer he’s proud to have.
“soft for the baby. don’t want her to cut herself on these bad boys,” he rubs his hand over his squishy abs when regarding you with a wink.
and he wholeheartedly believes it’ll be a girl.
a girl would be a dream. he could be gentle, soft, affectionate; learn how to braid hair and play tea parties. protect her from the evil of the world.
but a boy? jason wouldn’t know what to do. he’d want the kid to grow up tough, a protector, but what if he ended up like him? he wouldn’t want his son growing up with a father like his. what if he abandons him, dies when he’s just a kid, or puts him in harms way? he couldn’t bare the thought of repeating the cycle. so he prays for a girl.
his favourite part of your nightly routine includes rubbing your feet while you read in bed. he makes you read aloud, some classic he’d picked out for you to read to the baby.
at first, jason was terrified of becoming a father. after everything he’d been through, he couldn’t see himself doing a good job. but he was never the running type.
he was going to stick by you and the baby the way no one ever stuck beside him.
and when it’s finally time for the baby to arrive, he’s more afraid than you are. he goes eerily quiet, eyes scanning every hospital room you’re moved to. he doesn’t want anyone to touch you unless absolutely necessary, and stands watch at the door like a guard dog.
when it’s go time, he’s sooo involved. fully decked out in scrubs and a bouffant cap. he had held your hand until you just about crushed it while pushing. that’s when he decided to move closer to the action.
the doctors had him right between your legs, arms braced to catch your child. jason had seen men sliced and torn apart, but nothing had horrified him more than watching your body tear as you birthed your baby. that had him questioning ever sleeping with you again if it meant putting you through that kind of pain once more.
he guided their little head out of the canal and placed them right atop your bosom while the nurses rubbed their back until it finally breathed in life.
hearing those first cries, he was a mess. you both were. but seeing giant, hardened jason todd crying over a newborn was a sobering, and somewhat hilarious sight for you. you know he’s all mush under all his makeshift walls, but this was a whole other level.
jason has never experienced the kind of love he felt in that moment. he knew he could never go back to the life he used to lead. no. his whole world now revolves around you and that tiny, wriggly human being covered in goop.
he’s tries not to cry during the first bath. baby wails the whole time while he rinses their little body. he hates making them upset so much it makes his chest ache.
but he loves skin-to-skin. he’s very happy to let you sleep and lay the bub on his bare chest, puffing out his belly to support their weight. and the little thing finally quietens down when they’re being held by daddy.
jason lugs the carrycot out of the hospital with equal amounts of pride and protectiveness. you eat it up, recording him from behind when you’re finally discharged.
and when you get home, he refuses to sleep. which is great for you; you’re happy to entrust jason with the baby to catch up on some much needed rest. but jason is wired like never before, watching the baby breathe as it sleeps like a hawk, and rushing to soothe every cry.
it takes a few days to convince him the baby won’t choke in their sleep, and he finally relents, cuddling up to you lovingly, so grateful for everything you’ve done to get to this point. he gets you heat packs and medicine for the recovery pain, never pushing you or expecting anything from you. and he loves to rub your deflating belly as you fall asleep.
but sleep cycles are short, and jason jumps every time the baby wakes. he’s quick to ready bottles for feeding, and is a pro at changing nappies in the first week home.
he doesn’t even mind if the baby spits up on him, just happy to hold them over his shoulder and rub their back until they feel better. he never knew how much fatherhood suited him. he couldn’t imagine a life without his baby and lover.
he’s everything he thought he wouldn’t be. the ultimate father, partner and human being.
SYNOPSIS‧₊˚ After starting the day by reaching new heights and having a little bit of sweet fun and revenge in the Hot Girl Bakery Challenge, you and Rafe’s newly restored bond is tragically shattered
WARNING(S)‧₊˚ heavy swearing, angst, light sm*t, i'm going to post this and then pray (just remember i love you all)
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YOU blinked against the bright glare of the sun, the humid island air already settling over your skin.
For a second, you just lay there, listening to the rhythm of his breathing against your neck. After the chaotic mess of movie night and the emotional rollercoaster of the last few days, being back in his arms felt like finally catching your breath after being underwater.
You shifted slightly, trying to turn around under the weight of the duvet, and that’s when you felt it— hard and unmistakable, pressing right against your hip.
You rolled over fully, propping yourself up on one elbow to look down at him. Rafe was still half-asleep, his eyelashes fluttering against the bright sun, his buzzcut slightly frizzed from the pillows as he hummed at your movements.
"Well," you whispered, voice holding a small morning rasp. "Someone’s happy to see me this morning. Do you always carry a weapon around, or are you just happy to wake up with me again?"
Rafe’s eyes blinked open then, a sleepy, deep chuckle leaving his lips. He didn't even look embarrassed. Instead, he reached up, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck to pull you down until your forehead rested against his, pecking your cheek softly.
"Shut up," he muttered, his voice deep and rough from sleep. He rolled his eyes, but the grin on his face gave him away. "You think you're so funny.” He scoffed. “I’ll have you know I had one the entire time we were sleeping out here before, and your oblivious ass never even noticed."
“No, you didn’t.” You deadpanned, tilting your head at him.
"Swear," he teased, hands sliding down to grip your waist, pulling you against his body. "You were sleeping like somebody’s dad, and I was just lying here, suffering in silence because I didn't want to wake you up. So don't act like this is a new development, baby."
You couldn't help the giggles that bubbled up, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on his lips. "You're a perv."
"Yeah, but only for you," he murmured against your mouth.
The playful banter dissolved into something much sweeter as Rafe’s hands moved up your back, fingers tracing the skin beneath your oversized t-shirt as he kissed you again and again—it was slow, lazy, and full of affection. He kissed your lips, your cheeks, the tip of your nose, and down the side of your jaw, making you squirm and laugh against him, just so incredibly happy to be back where you belonged.
Eventually, you pulled back slightly, clearing your throat with a grimace. "Okay, okay, wait,” you said, hands on his shoulders. “As much as I want to stay here, we need to go inside. I know for a fact I am overly crusty, right now."
Rafe scoffed, rolling his eyes as he sat up with you. "I don't care.” He shrugged. “You look fine to me." He smirked, leaning in again before you pushed him back by the forehead.
"I’m serious!" you laughed, scrambling out of his grip. "Let me go get ready!"
"Fine," Rafe said, bottom lip held between his teeth as, before you could even process what he was doing, he threw the sheets off his legs and scooped you up into his arms. You let out a squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lifted you effortlessly into his arms.
As Rafe carried you into the main villa, the silence of the house hit you. When you were outside, the rustling palm trees, the warm air, and the sound of the ocean made it seem later than it was. But looking at the sky through the windows, the sun was only half way risen in the sky.
Rafe stopped right at the entranceway to the bedroom as you both peered inside—everyone was still knocked out.
JJ was sprawled out backwards on his bed with a pillow between himself and Haja, one leg hanging off the mattress. Pope had the covers pulled all the way up to his nose, Kaitlyn snoring next to him. Sarah was buried under a pile of pillows, looking like she was trying to hide, and the rest of the room was filled with the soft sound of heavy breathing and light snoring from everyone else.
"Geez," you whispered into Rafe’s ear, keeping your voice low. "I guess we could’ve stayed out there a bit longer." You shrugged in Rafe’s arms, hands clutched behind his neck as he held you in front of him, legs locked around his waist.
You looked up when he didn’t say anything, and the moment you saw the wicked smirk spreading across his face, you tilted your head innocently.
"What?" you whispered. "Why're you looking at me like that?"
But Rafe didn't say a word. Instead, he shifted his grip, quickly throwing you over his shoulder. You gasped, clapping a hand over your mouth to stifle a loud laugh as your head hung down past his back.
"Rafe!" you hissed, swatting at his lower back. "Where are we going? What are you doing?"
He just gripped the back of your thighs tighter, walking down the corridor away from the bedroom. "Keep your voice down unless you wanna wake up the whole house."
He pushed open the door to one of the bathrooms, stepping inside and locking the door behind him with a soft click. He lowered you down, letting your feet hit the cool tile floor. Before you could even question him, he turned around and reached to twist the knob behind the frosted glass of the shower, the sound of water filling the enclosed space, steam slowly starting to rise toward the ceiling.
Rafe turned back to you, a certain glint in his eyes. "No one's awake," he said, his voice low, shrugging with a lopsided, boyish grin on his lips. "And I wanna shower with you."
Your eyes drifted over his bare chest, the lines of his abs, watching as he reached down to untie his sweatpants, stepping out of them until he was standing there just in his grey boxer briefs, but when he looked up and noticed that you were still standing by the door, fully clothed and clutching the hem of your shirt, he stopped.
He arched an eyebrow, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You nervous or somethin’?"
You bit your lip, looking at the steaming shower and then back at him. "Lowkey... yeah, kind of."
Rafe softened then, and he stepped across the small distance between you, placing his hands on your waist. "You don't have anything to be nervous about with me. Ever.” He reassured. “And look, we don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable. I just thought it’d be fun, y'know?"
"No, I want to," you said, looking up into his eyes so he wouldn't think you were rejecting him. "I really want to. I’m just... I'm nervous.” You cringe. “You haven't actually seen me naked, I haven't seen you naked. It’s just…scary?"
Rafe let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head as he leaned in closer. "Baby, I literally had my hand down your pants last night, and you had my dick in your hands.” He deadpans with a small smile. “But showering together is what scares you?” He muses.
An embarrassed laugh leaves you, your cheeks burning as you hid your face in his bare chest. "Do you have to say it out loud like that?"
"I'm jus’ sayin’," he chuckled, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you tight. He held you for a second, letting you get used to the feeling of your skin against his, before he gently pulled back. "C’mere, let me help you…"
His movements were gentle as his hands gripped the bottom of your t-shirt, slowly lifting it up as you lifted your arms, letting him slide the shirt off and discard it on the floor. When it came to your shorts, he knelt down slightly, sliding them down your legs along with your underwear until you were standing before him in just your bra. Rafe stepped closer, eyes boring into your own as he reached around, unclasping your bra with ease, letting it fall to the floor.
Your heart was pounding as you instinctively brought your hands up, crossing your arms over your chest as he stripped himself of his underwear and your eyes darted to anywhere else, not wanting to stare.
Rafe stood up, straightening as his eyes locked onto you. There wasn't any judgment or lust in his gaze—just awe.
"You’re beautiful," he said, voice serious, hand reaching out to softly cup your jaw. "Seriously. You're perfect."
You only gave him a tight, nervous smile, not knowing what to say.
To prove it to you, Rafe leaned down and captured your lips in a deep kiss, his mouth moving against yours as his hands slid down to your wrists, gently but firmly pulling your hands away from your chest. He guided your arms up and around his neck, and you leaned into him, the remnants of your anxiety melting away under his touch.
His hands settled onto the skin of your waist, thumbs digging into your hips as he slowly walked you backward, stepping over the threshold into the shower.
The moment the water hit your skin, you both let out a gasps, followed by light laughter. The water was splashing everywhere, running down your faces. Rafe wiped his eyes, laughing quietly as he pulled you under the stream with him, chest pressed against yours. It was a sweet moment, the kind of domestic intimacy you hadn't realized you were craving so badly.
Things stayed calm and sweet for a little while.
You grabbed the bottle of body wash from the ledge, squeezing a dollop onto his loofah.
"Hey," you said, turning your back to him and tilting your head forward under the water. "Help me since you’re here?” You asked. “I can never reach the middle properly."
"My pleasure," Rafe murmured, his voice sounding a lot thicker than before.
You laughed. “Okay, Chick-fil-a,” you teased. “You gonna tell me to pull forward and pay at the first window, next?”
“Y’know,” Rafe started, “It’s times like these I really wish I could threaten to fuck the attitude out of you.” He says, sounding far too casual for the words that came out of his mouth. They caught you so off guard that you didn’t have anything clever to say, swallowing harshly as he smirked behind your head. “But I guess I don’t have to.” He says cockily.
“Fuck you.” You hiss playfully.
“Soon,” Rafe smirks, sighing. “Hopefully.”
You scoffed as you felt him spreading the soap across your skin in slow circles. But as the suds built up, Rafe’s touch quickly shifted from gentle to lingering. His hands didn't just stay on your upper back, they slid down to your waist, tracing the curve of your hips, before moving back up.
And then, he stepped closer, and as he pressed himself against your back, his dick settled right atop your ass, hard and warm. You let out a soft breath, fingers gripping the tiled wall in front of you as Rafe leaned down, pressing his lips against your wet shoulder blade.
He bit down softly, making a shiver run straight down your spine, before his lips traced a burning path right down the center of your back.
"Rafe..." you breathed out, your voice shaking slightly. It was meant to be a warning, a reminder that people could wake up at any minute, but it came out sounding like a plea.
He didn't care. He let out a low groan against your skin, his hands moving around to the front of your body as he abandoned the loofah, gripping your hips and pulling your back firmly against his chest. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he whispered, voice raspy against your ear, breath hot against your wet skin. "Just tell me."
But you didn't say a word. You couldn't.
And, taking your silence as a green light, Rafe spun you around in one swift movement, backing you against the tile of the shower. The water was cascading over his head, dripping down his nose and chin as he looked down at you with a gaze so dark, it made your knees weak. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was different from before—hungry, dirty, and desperate.
His hands ran down your body as his mouth left yours, burying his face in the crook of your neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin there until you were panting, head tilted back against the wall. His hands cupped your breasts, squeezing them firmly, thumbs rolling over your aching nipples until a high-pitched moan escaped your throat.
"Rafe, please," you whimpered, hands flying to grip his shoulders.
He smirked against your skin, loving the way his name rolled off your tongue as one of his hands slid down your stomach, moving past your waist until his fingers buried themselves between your thighs. He found your clit easily, his thumb circling it with a pressure that had you lifting one leg to wrap around his hip.
Out of arousal, you bit your lip as your own hand reached down, fingers wrapping around his length. He was so hard, throbbing and hot, poking right against your stomach as your fingers traced the most prominent vein underneath. The moment your palm made contact with his skin and you gave him one solid stroke, Rafe’s body shook.
His knees buckled slightly, a curse ripping out of his throat into the skin of your shoulder. "Fuck," he growled, his grip on your hip tightening until it was almost bruising.
His fingers between your legs started circling harder, faster, matching the rhythm of your hand stroking him, occasionally stopping to squeeze the tip which ripped a grunt from him every time. The sound of the rushing water mixed with the lewd noises was overwhelming your senses. You were slick, dripping wet from the water and your own arousal.
And without warning, and after a particularly satisfying tug, Rafe pushed two of his fingers straight into you, your eyes flying open as a loud, sharp moan ripped from your lips. Rafe’s fingers were thick, stretching you perfectly, hitting a spot deep inside that made your core pulse around him.
"Gotta keep quiet, angel," Rafe whispered, though his own breathing was shot. He moved his mouth back to your neck, sucking hard on a spot right beneath your jaw, fingers pumping in and out of you relentlessly.
You tried so hard to stay quiet, but you couldn't help the broken whimpers, the heavy panting, and the desperate chants of his name that kept slipping out. You were grinding your hips helplessly against his hand, your walls clenching tightly around his fingers as the tension in your stomach coiled tighter and tighter. You were so close.
And right as you felt yourself about to snap, Rafe suddenly pulled his fingers out of you, his dick sliding out of your hand right when he looked like he was about to finish himself.
"Rafe? What—" you panted, looking at him in confusion and desperation.
He didn't say anything, just dropped straight down to his knees on the wet shower floor. His hands grabbed your thighs, spreading them wide, hooking one of them over his shoulder, and before you could even process it, he buried his face between your legs, shoving his fingers back inside, pumping them while his tongue sucked your swollen, sensitive bud into his mouth.
You were biting your bottom lip so hard, you feared you might bite it off as your fingers buried themselves deep into his buzzcut, nails scratching against his scalp as your orgasm washed over you.
You cried out, whimpering, riding it out before you started to grow too sensitive, trying to push his head away, but he wouldn't budge. He held your hips in place, fingers gone now but his tongue was still working, the sound of his mouth on you filling the bathroom until your legs started to shake.
Only then did Rafe pull away, standing up slowly, a satisfied smirk plastered across his wet face. His blue eyes were practically glowing as he stepped close to you, one hand coming up to lie loosely around the base of your neck, thumb wiping a stray drop of water from your lip as you still panted softly before he leaned down and kissed you.
When he pulled away, you leaned your head against his chest, exhausted, trying to catch your breath, your heart still pounding. "You’re an ass, you know that?"
Rafe chuckled, his hand sliding down to squeeze your butt in both hands. "You—"
He was cut off by the sound of muffled voices and laughter, and your eyes went wide as saucers.
"Oh my God," you hissed, frantically pushing him away.
Rafe sighed and twisted the knob, the sudden silence in the bathroom making the sound of footsteps outside sound incredibly loud. “Shit,” he breathed out in a laugh as you both scrambled out of the shower, grabbing towels and drying yourselves off as fast as possible.
You threw your t-shirt back on, gathering the rest of your clothes in your hands as Rafe threw his sweats back on, looking equally disheveled.
"Okay," you whispered, gripping the doorknob. "Just...walk out, and don't look at anyone."
"I got it, I got it," Rafe muttered, looking amused and not in any kind of hurry at all.
You shot him a pointed look as you unlocked the door and stepped out into the hall only to run directly into JJ, of all people, who was standing there with his toothbrush in his hand.
He stopped dead in his tracks, tired eyes darting from you to Rafe, back and forth.
JJ slowly lowered his toothbrush, a knowing grin spreading across his face. "Looks like somebody took the early bird and the worm a little too literally." He jokes, amusing himself.
"Shut up," Rafe scoffed, his face turning slightly red as he pushed past him, his hand in yours as he dragged you with him.
"Hey, I won’t say nothin’!" JJ called out, laughing loudly as you both practically sprinted down the hallway.
BY the time you made it to the glam room to actually get dressed for the day, you realized JJ had already opened his mouth exactly like he said he wouldn’t. And, because word travels faster than the speed of light in the villa, the moment you pushed the door open, all the girls stopped what they were doing and turned to look at you.
"Oh, look who decided to join us," Cleo piped up from the corner, a smirk on her face.
You groaned, covering your face with your hands as you walked inside. "Please tell me JJ didn't."
"Oh, he did," Rima chuckled, shaking her head as she curled a strand of her hair.
Cleo walked over, grabbing your arm as you whined like a child, pulling you into the bathroom connected to the glam room. She nudged your shoulder with her own, her eyes full of mischief. "Alright. What happened? And I want details.”
You let out a breath, a small, helpless smile forming on your lips. "Nothing really happened…” You dragged out. “I think we're just...happy to be back together, you know?” You shrugged shyly. “After everything with Casa and Theo, it just feels like our hormones are completely out of whack or something."
You leaned closer, lowering your voice so only Cleo could hear in case any of the other girls may have been eavesdropping. "We were out on the daybeds and just, like, touching each other everywhere."
Cleo’s eyes went wide, a gasp leaving her mouth as she smacked your arm. "No!” She gasped. “Right out there in the open? Girl, you’re a freak." She leaned in closer, her eyes glittering. "...But I gotta ask. Is it... you know…big?"
You felt your cheeks heat up, but you couldn't suppress the proud, dirty little smirk that slipped onto your face as you bit the inside of her cheek. "I don’t wanna say too much out of respect, but…” you teased, rolling your eyes. “I don’t know how he hides that shit.”
Cleo burst out laughing, clapping her hands together. "I knew it!” She cracks herself up. “He got that energy about him. Good for you, girl."
The laughter died down into a softer, more comfortable silence as you grabbed your toothbrush. "Yeah... it just feels right." You shrugged one shoulder lazily. "I talked to Theo and ended things. We're back to normal, and I feel really, really good about us."
You paused, turning around to look at her fully. "But enough about me. What about you and your whole situation?" You asked, leaning against the sink, brushing your teeth.
Cleo’s playful expression softened, a sigh escaping her lips as she looked down at her nails. "I really want to pull Rima for a chat first.” She said firmly. “I don't want any drama between us at all. We’re all girls and I love every single one of you. And now that the day’s passed, I think my head is a bit clearer and I can kind of see where Rima was coming from. I just want to sit down and talk to her."
"I think that's really mature of you," you said softly, spitting into the sink and wiping your mouth, rinsing your hands. "But... where is your head at with Justin and Pope? Do you…know who you actually want?"
Cleo looked up, her expression certain. "Although I do really like Justin, and we had a good vibe... there’s just no point. Every single connection I’ve made after Pope, or every time I'm even tempted to make a connection, it doesn't matter. Pope is always in the back of my mind. I can't shake him...” Cleo shrugged as you washed your face and finished freshening up before moving to exit the bathroom with her by your side. “I feel like I'm just going to take it as a sign at this point to continue my connection with Pope and just see it through."
You opened your mouth to reply as you settled in front of your vanity, Cleo leaning on the table next to you, but before you could, the door to the glam room clicked open, drawing everyone’s attention.
Sarah walked in, and the moment she stepped into the light, your heart broke for her.
Her eyes were puffy, surrounded by dark circles, and her nose was red. It was obvious she hadn't slept a wink and had spent the entire night crying her eyes out. She looked fragile, wrapping her arms tightly around herself as she slumped onto one of the chairs.
You and Cleo dropped the topic of conversation, shooting each other pitiful glances, walking over to sit on either side of her.
"...Hey," you said softly, rubbing her back. "How you holdin’ up?"
Sarah blinked, a tear immediately rolling down her cheek as she shook her head, her voice cracking. "... I don’t know, I'm really heartbroken, you guys.” Her voice shook. “I just can't fathom the fact that me and John B were together for weeks. And within a matter of days, he showed some other girl every part of him... and then had the nerve to try and tell me that it ‘wasn't that serious’."
She let out a bitter laugh, wiping her face. "Like, if it wasn't serious, why did you lie to my face?"
"He knew he was wrong." Cleo squeezed her hand. "...Do you think you want to… try and continue things with him?"
"...No," Sarah whispered, looking up at both of you with honest eyes. "I don't. I can’t. I just feel so embarrassed and disrespected. Because, not only did he lie straight to my face when he walked back in, his lies came out in front of everybody. I was so blindsided...” She cries. “I don't think that's something I could ever put behind me in a relationship. The trust is just dead."
"We understand," you said, pulling her into a quick hug. "You don't deserve that, especially not after staying loyal."
Sarah sniffed, nodding as she pulled back. She quieted down for a second, her eyes darting over to you nervously. “Um,” She cleared her throat, shifting her weight. "I was planning on exploring…other people. And... I want to pull Theo for a chat, eventually." She took a deep breath, looking at you with a pleading expression. "Would you feel some kind of way if I did? Like, is that going to cause an issue between us?"
You smiled gently, shaking your head to reassure her. "Sarah, I ended things with Theo last night. I think everyone in here—including Theo—knew that my endgame was always Rafe. So please, go ahead. Feel free to talk to him." You paused, your expression turning a bit more serious as you placed a hand on her knee. "But... I do want to warn you, just because I care about you—There are definitely two sides to Theo. He can be super sweet, but he can also get very bitter and petty when things don't go his way, like we saw at movie night. So just... keep that in mind, okay?"
Sarah nodded, looking relieved. "Yeah, 'course."
Confessional: You
"I really, really just want Sarah to be happy. I think her ending things with John B is probably the best move, because honestly? What John B did at Casa, and the way he lied about it afterward, is unforgivable. Or, at the very least, it's unforgettable if you're trying to build a relationship.” You say, sighing in disappointment. “But... I’m not entirely sure how I feel about her pursuing Theo. It’s clear to me now that Theo is capable of putting on a persona of someone he’s not when he’s trying to win a girl over. I just hope that maybe things will be different between him and Sarah than they were with me. But I really do wish the best for her, she's been through it."
The conversation was then interrupted by a knock on the door, all of you turning as the door swung open, and the boys walked in, each holding plates of food and smoothies.
Rafe walked in first, and the moment his eyes found you, that soft smile returned to his face. He walked straight over to your vanity, waving you over as he set down a smoothie, and you couldn't help but snort as you came to a stop next to him, noticing he had cut a little slit into a strawberry and wedged it onto the rim of the cup. On the plate next to it were three small pancakes, but they weren't round—he had hacked them into the shape of hearts. Even the strawberries scattered around the plate were sliced into little hearts.
You looked up at him, arching an eyebrow, trying to conceal your own smile. "Oh, wow. Look at you, Chef Cameron.” You teased. “Did you accidentally walk into a Hallmark movie this morning?"
“Whatever,” Rafe’s face flushed, but he just smirked, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on your lips right in front of everyone. "Just eat your food. I spent like ten minutes trying to get those pancakes to not look like blobs."
"I love it," you laughed, picking up a heart-shaped strawberry and popping it into your mouth, perching yourself up on your tippy-toes to plant a wet kiss on his cheek. "It's sweet. Thank you."
Around the room, the other boys were handing out their plates. Pope walked over to Cleo, handing her a plate with a hopeful smile, which she accepted with a grateful nod. Justin, surprisingly, walked past Cleo and brought a plate over to Rima. Miles entered, carrying two plates—one for Sofia and one for Haja. Pope also made a plate for Kaitlyn, handing it to her with a friendly smile, which she smiled widely at.
Then, John B walked in.
He was holding a plate of eggs and toast, his expression cautious, meeting everyone’s lingering eyes as he walked straight toward where Sarah was sitting.
She avoided his gaze but he continued towards her anyway.
"...Hey," John B said, his voice quiet, tentative as he stood behind her chair now. "I know you're probably still mad, but I thought maybe you—"
Sarah didn't even let him finish the sentence. Before he could even place the plate down, she reached out behind herself, pushing her hand flat against the center of the plate, shoving it right into John B's chest.
The eggs smeared against his chest, and he had to awkwardly catch the plate to keep it from falling to the floor.
She didn’t say a word either, just started her skincare as he stood behind her and the rest of you looked at them with your jaws on the floor.
John B stood there, face turning red. He looked around the room, embarrassed. None of you girls offered him an ounce of sympathy, just stared at him with cold expressions. A couple of the guys winced though, feeling a bit bad, but they ultimately understood why Sarah was reacting that way.
So, defeated and humiliated, John B clutched the plate, turned around, and walked out of the dressing room.
"Well," Cleo muttered into the silence. "That went well."
BY the afternoon, the heat of the sun had driven most of you out to scatter the lawn. You and Rafe had claimed two of the loungers by the pool.
You were lying flat on your back, and Rafe was lying right next to you, his chair moved so that there was no space between you as his large body lay half-draped over yours. One of his hands was resting comfortably on your stomach, fingers stroking the skin beneath the edge of your bikini top while your fingers ran through the short, prickly hairs of his buzzcut.
It was quiet, peaceful.
"So," Rafe murmured, shifting his chin so he could look up at you. You couldn’t help but note how adorable he looked peering up at you. "What d’you think is gonna happen with Sarah and John B?"
You let out a soft sigh, shaking your head. "Well, Sarah’s done. Like, done.” You emphasized. “We were talking to her right before you guys walked in and I really don't think she's ever going to give him another chance, says the trust is dead."
Rafe sighed, his eyes drifting out toward the pool where John B was sitting by himself, kicking his feet in the water, looking miserable. "Damn. That sucks, man."
You fingers stilled in his hair, looking down at him with a slight frown. "Why do you say that?” You pressed. “Don't tell me you're about to defend him."
"No, no, I'm not," Rafe said quickly, shaking his head. "What he did was stupid as hell. I'm just sayin’... The guy’s been spiraling all morning, feels guilty about the whole thing. He’s just a mess.” He shrugs. “He’s thinkin’ of all these ways to try and make it up to her, talking about writing her letters ‘n shit."
You rolled your eyes, letting out a skeptical snort. "Well, he should feel bad.” You quip. “But he’s wasting his time. Sarah seems serious about moving on. She even asked me if it was okay for her to pull Theo."
Rafe’s body stiffened a bit at your words. He stopped stroking your stomach, head tilting up as his blue eyes locked onto yours. Even though everything between you two was resolved, Rafe was just a naturally jealous, possessive guy by nature.
"And what’d you say?" Rafe asked, his voice dropping an octave, trying to play it cool but failing miserably.
You couldn't help the amused smile that grew on your face. You reached down, cupping his face with both hands, forcing him to look at you. "Relax.” You rolled your eyes. “I told her to do whatever she wants. I reminded her—as I am reminding you right now—that I am completely over Theo.” You reassure him. “I chose you. I want you. You don’t have anything to worry about."
Rafe’s face softened, the notch between his eyebrows smoothing over as a relaxed smile graced his lips and he leaned up, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss.
Though, the kiss was broken when the familiar sound of a text notification echoed.
Everyone sat up straighter wherever they were, Cleo grabbing her phone from the edge of the daybed where she was sitting, reading the text out loud.
"Islanders, it's time to find out who can really handle the heat in the kitchen! Get dressed and head to the Glam room for the Hot Girl Bakery Challenge! #BunsInTheOven #GetTheBag"
WHEN you walked into the glam room, you found a rack of themed, sexy outfits waiting for you all.
And while you and the girls were pulling on tight, pastel colored corsets, thigh-high lace-trimmed socks, and little baker's hats, the guys were downstairs putting on matching baker's hats and matching pastel shorts.
You were standing in front of the mirror, Rima helping you lace up your corset when suddenly, the door of the glam room slowly creaked open.
You expected one of the guys or even Ariana but when they stepped into the room, all of your heads turning, waiting to see who it was, your jaw dropped and you damn near stopped breathing.
"Oh my God!" you shrieked, throwing your hands over your mouth, accidentally jumping out of Rima’s reach as the entire room fell into high-pitched screaming and squeals. The girls were jumping up and down, losing their minds.
It was Megan Thee Stallion.
Megan laughed loudly, her infectious laugh echoing through the room as she waved at all of you, equally as excited.
"What's up, hotties?!" She shouted, standing at the head of the vanity table with her hands on her hips, glowing. "Y'all look so cute!” She gushed, pointing at you all. “You know I had to come through the villa and check on my girls, because I've been watching the TV, and whew... y'all are going through it in here!"
You all laughed, still in awe as she fixed her face with a pointed look, going down the line of girls to address everything she’d been watching.
Her eyes landed on Cleo and Rima first, pointing a long, manicured nail at them. "First of all... I don’t know what is going on between y'all two over these men, but we got to figure it out real soon, ‘kay? Because hot girls stick together, we don't fight over no boys!"
Cleo and Rima both laughed, nodding quickly, the awkwardness between them still hovering.
Megan then turned her eyes to Haja, arching an eyebrow. "And Haja... girl, what are you doing sneaking around with that man? You ain't ever heard the saying 'exes for a reason'?"
Haja bit her lip, looking embarrassed.
Megan then moved down to Kaitlyn, softening. "Now Kaitlyn, you are like the damsel of the villa, right now. You are so unproblematic. I love you, girl." Kaitlyn blushed furiously, mouthing a sweet 'thank you.'
Then, Megan fixed her sights on Sofia, her expression turning stern, almost motherly. "Sofia, baby... we have to let things go, honey, because green eyes do not suit you." Sofia forced a tight, incredibly defensive smile, shrugging her shoulders.
Megan turned to Sarah, pouting and trotting over to wrap her arms around the girl. "Sarah, my baby,” She cooed. “Do not waste your tears on no man who don't know how to act.” She reprimanded, pulling back, holding the girl by her shoulders. “You are so beautiful, baby, you’ll find a man to shower with sooner or later!"
The entire room burst into laughter at that, Sarah cracking a genuine smile for the first time all day.
Finally, Megan stopped right in front of you, a hand on her hip. "Girl..."
"I know, I know," you laughed, covering your face.
"You had two men fighting for you!" Megan hyped you up, shaking her head. "But, like, you knew it was gonna be Rafe though…” She shrugs, rolling her eyes towards the ceiling. “We all knew it. The chemistry is crazy."
You grinned widely, feeling a flush of pride as she walked back towards the front of the room.
"Alright hotties," Megan said, heading toward the door. "I’m gonna go talk to these boys before the challenge starts. So, y’all get ready and get your minds right, because we are about to get down and dirty!"
You all said bye to Megan and the moment the door clicked shut behind her, all the girls lost it again—you, Sarah, Rima and Cleo grabbing each other's hands, fangirling.
"Oh my God, I can't believe she's actually here!" you squealed.
"Bro, I am obsessed!" Cleo expressed her excitement, cheesing hard. "I was literally about to start singing 'Body'!” She laughed.
And you all couldn't wipe the smiles from your faces as you added finishing touches when suddenly, Megan’s voice echoed from the hallway. "Alright hotties, let's go! Bring them buns downstairs!"
YOU all filed out into the challenge area, which had been turned into a giant, pastel-themed bakery. There were giant sacks of flour, a table of cakes, comically large rolling pins, and a square platform in front of it all.
You and the girls were sitting on a set of bleachers opposite the guys while Megan stood off to the side of the platform, holding a pair of large, silver cymbals.
"Islanders,” she started, a bright smile on her face. “Welcome…to the Hot Girl Bakery!" Megan announced excited. "The first part of today's challenge is something I like to call… Musical Hot Cakes! It's very simple—it’s musical chairs. But with cakes.” She shrugged cutely. “When the music plays, you better shake what ya mama gave you. But when I clap these cymbals together? You better find a cake to sit on.” She explained. “And anyone left standing is eliminated. And we’ll keep goin’ until we have a winner!"
You all cheered as she called the girls to come up first—you, Sarah, Cleo, Rima, Sofia, Haja, and Kaitlyn making your way down to the platform.
The minute the bass-heavy music started pumping through the speakers, you all started dancing around the cakes—twerking, twirling around each other, dropping—when suddenly, Megan smashed the cymbals together.
You were all squealing as you threw yourselves onto a cake, the feeling of icing on your skin not the best thing in the world. Kaitlyn was a second too slow and got eliminated in the first round.
In the second round, the competition got fierce, and a hell of a lot more slippery, and both Haja and Sofia were left standing and joined Kaitlyn on the bleachers.
By the final round, it was down to you, Sarah, Rima, and Cleo. The floor was slippery with icing and crumbs and the feeling of cake between your ass wasn’t exactly the most pleasant. The music started, and you danced around each other, stopping abruptly when the sound of the cymbals rang out, and the four of you started slipping, sliding, and shoving each other trying to get the last seat, looking like baby penguins on ice, in a fit of giggles before Cleo managed to throw herself onto the last cake.
"And Cleo takes the cake!" Megan shouted, everyone clapping for her as you and the girls all went to sit down, trying to scrape as much cake off of your bum as possible.
Though, next up were the boys—John B, JJ, Pope, Rafe, Miles, Theo, and Justin all getting up from their seats once the platform had been cleaned and set up for them.
And the moment their turn started, they were ridiculous—JJ immediately started doing a terrible, hilarious twerk, making all the girls double over with laughter. Rafe was standing near you, catching your eye and doing a goofy little shoulder shimmy that had you giggling as you told him to ‘shake that ass’ and he flipped you off with a smile just before the cymbals smashed.
In the first round, John B missed a seat, getting eliminated.
In the second round, both Justin and Miles were knocked out after a slippery wrestle for a seat.
By the third round, it came down to JJ, Pope, Theo, and Rafe, and though all three of those men were much larger than him, JJ utilized his lankiness to slide between the triangle of men as they wrested for the seat and quite literally take the cake, winning the round for the boys as everyone cheered.
As the boys took their seats and the platform was cleared once again, Megan stepped forward. "Now, JJ won for the boys, and Cleo won for the girls.” She pointed to each of them. “But as the official judge of the Hot Girl Bakery, I gotta decide which side was actually more entertaining to watch…” She pretended to think, her eyes narrowed. “And... because my girls know how to twerk and actually get down, the point for this round goes to the girls!"
You all cheered, the boys clapping with smirks on their faces, still entertained despite the loss.
"But now,” Megan’s voice broke through. “It's time for part two." She smirked, pointing to a large structure that had been wheeled out. It looked like a giant, pink cake, but it had seven holes cut out of the top, exactly like a whack-a-mole game. “This is called Sweet Revenge.” She told you all dramatically. “Girls, go ahead and climb inside the cake!"
You all walked behind the structure, climbing inside, poking your heads through the holes. Only your heads were showing, the rest of your bodies trapped inside the pink wooden cake contraption.
A few feet away was a small, circular, raised podium. "Boys,” Megan began. “One by one, you’re gonna grab yourself a cake, pick a girl, and let her know what’s been pissing you off, and serve it...with a cake to the face.” She told them.
The boys all clapped as you and the girls exchanged weary looks and eye-rolls, knowing not much good could really come out of this.
“Don’t look like that, ladies,” Megan started, looking at you girls. “‘Cause y’all are gonna get y’all's time for y’all's sweet revenge.” She comforted, and you started nodding, smiling, concealed hands clapping.
“Hell, yeah!”
“Boys,” Megan turned back. “First up…is Justin.”
And Justin stepped onto the podium as the guys all cheered, a small cake balanced in his hand. As he took his place, he didn't even hesitate, locking his eyes onto Cleo. "I’ve chosen this girl,” He started, shifting on the spot. “Because I'm still pissed off at her for having to find out she kissed someone else behind my back through Movie Night, and it just made me feel like she was just playing with my feelings this whole time." He says honestly. “So, the girl I’m choosing is Cleo.”
“C’mon, then.” Cleo taunted, holding her head high.
He scoffed and took aim, launching the cake. It hit Cleo's hole in the structure, splattering across her neck and chin.
Megan winced, looking at Cleo. "Cleo, how do you feel about that?"
Cleo looked unbothered, stretching her tongue out and licking a dollop of the sweet frosting off the side of her mouth before looking at Justin. "I get why he's upset.” She took it on the chin. “But I also remember that Justin did the exact same thing. So, I guess we’ll call it even." She gave him a deadpan look, looking unaffected.
Next was John B, and it was incredibly tense as he stepped up the podium, looking straight at Sarah.
Everyone made a face, whispering to each other.
"I'm choosing this girl," John B said, his hands shaking slightly as he held the cake. "Because she’s super mad at me right now, and she won't even speak to me or look at me. So, honestly, I'm hoping a cake to the face will make her mad enough to at least curse me out or something. Because right now, something is better than nothing." He shrugged, biting the inside of his cheek.
And you all winced, curling your lips and squeezing your eyes shut as he threw the cake, and it hit Sarah dead in the face, icing covering her eyes, nose, and mouth.
Megan looked shocked, tentatively asking her question. "...Sarah... how you feelin’ about that?"
Sarah stood still, wiggling a hand through the hole to wipe the cream from her eyes so she could look John B right in the face. "...You know what? I was actually going to curse him out.” She says honestly. “But just because that's exactly what he wants me to do... I'm not going to." She stared at him, a bitter smile on her lips. "Sit down."
The entire villa went "Ooooooh," and Megan even stepped in, shaking her head at John B. "A cake to the face is definitely not the way to get a girl to talk to you." She reprimanded, shaking her head.
Then it was Theo, all of you watching as he stepped to the stand, looking directly at you. You arched an eyebrow in skepticism.
"Even though this girl and I talked it out, I still believe it’s only right," Theo said, shrugging his shoulders. "So, the girl I’m choosing is..." He declared, calling out your name, reeling his arm back before tossing the cake in your direction.
But you saw it coming, pulling your head back slightly as the cake splattered against the wooden border, missing most of your face.
Megan cringed, a hand on her hip. "That's the first one for you! How you feelin’?"
You shrugged, rolling your eyes. "I don't know if he was trying to throw shade by saying 'it's only right,' because it literally makes no sense.” You threw out. “We already agreed that I was honest with him from day one. But it’s whatever." You smirked, looking at Theo as he returned to his seat. "He missed anyway."
Pope was up next, walking up, looking serious with his eyes focused on Haja. “I feel like this girl played with the feelings of one of the guys I’m closest to in here, and seeing him actually get out of his old ways and try to form a genuine, real connection with someone, only for her to take advantage of that and sneak around is something I can’t respect. So," Pope shrugged. “Sorry, Haja.”
He launched the cake, hitting Haja right on the cheek as she turned her head to the side.
And when Megan asked Haja for her reaction, she just scoffed, rolling her eyes as she wiped her face. "I just feel like this is Cry Baby Island or something. I’m so sick of everyone acting like we are these married, real-world couples.” She snarls. “JJ isn't a baby, he's a grown-ass man, and he'll be fine." She dismissed his feelings, causing a few of the guys and girls to murmur in disapproval.
Then, it was JJ's turn. He walked up to the podium, his expression dropping into something mischievous.
"I’m choosing to cake this girl because, I don’t think it’s any secret that Y/N’s my girl in here, we came in together, and I hate seeing someone talk down on her when I know how much of a genuinely good person she really is." He offers, making you smile softly, mouthing a ‘thank you’. “Maybe this’ll sweeten up this girl’s bitter soul.”
And without another word, he tossed the cake forward, watching as it hit the side of Sofia's face, splattering into her hair.
"Sofia, how you feeling about JJ choosing you?" Megan asked.
Sofia just shrugged, her face twisting into a bitter, tight expression. "I'm used to everyone in here fighting Y/N’s battles for her, so it's really nothing new."
You didn't even bother giving her words life, just rolled your eyes, looking away.
Then it was Miles. He stepped onto the podium, a smug grin on his face.
"During movie night, I feel like this girl got super rowdy and loud for someone who jumped partners the first second she got.” He taunts. “In my opinion, she's not nearly as innocent as she likes to come off in here." He shrugs. “Sorry, Y/N.” He said, but the wink at the end of his words said otherwise as he threw the cake, but his aim was terrible. It sailed past your head, hitting the table behind all of your heads, knocking over a few of the other cakes.
"Second person to target you!” Megan threw out, surprised. “What’s tea?"
You glared at Miles, your voice dripping with venom. "Miles is the last person in this entire villa to talk about someone not being as innocent as they come off.” You shoot back. “He just needs to be quiet and sit his ass down. Maybe work on his aim while he’s at it."
"I've never tried to hide the fact that I'm not a perfect person." Miles tried to defend, acting unbothered.
Before you could even say anything back, the rest of the girls jumped in. Cleo, Rima, and Sarah all started taunting him.
"Buddy, that's literally all you do." Cleo laughed in his face.
The small shouting match had the whole villa rippling, and Megan had to step in, laughing as she ushered Miles off the podium. "Alright, alright, sit down." She calmed, holding her head down as she laughed and walked back to her spot.
Finally, Rafe stepped up, gripping his mini cake and he took his place, bouncing the small dessert in his palm.
"I feel like this girl has been consistently trying to ruin something good that I have going on for myself.” He started, chewing the inside of his cheek. “And I just want her to get a taste of her own medicine for once, considering she’s been tormenting a girl who never deserved it since she got here. This one’s for you." Rafe teased, pointing at you like a celebrity at a concert as the other girls giggled before he threw the cake, the small dessert hitting Sofia right in the middle of her face, icing covering all of her features.
Your jaw dropped as you watched, along with the other girls, Rima trying not to laugh as Sofia wiggled a hand free to wipe the sugary cream from her face.
“Sofia, how you feelin’ about that?”
And the girl just took a deep breath, a tight smile on her lips. “I’m not surprised.” She bit out, not saying much more.
And since Rafe was the end of the line, you and the girls were allowed to climb out of the cake and wipe yourselves off a bit as the platform was cleaned and set up for the boys.
"Alright, switch it up!" Megan shouted once everything was reset. "Boys, get inside the cake!”
The boys took their places, poking their heads through the holes and getting comfortable.
Megan then turned her gaze to the girls’ bleachers. “Girls, it's your turn for some sweet revenge!” She smiled. “And don’t worry," she starts, grabbing the comically large piping bag she had behind her, holding it up. “I brought backup.” She winks.
You all clapped and cheered at the sight of the bakery themed weapon. Sure, the guys had their fun, but this would make it a hell of a lot easier to aim. You could dodge a cake, you couldn’t dodge this.
Cleo was up first and she was all too happy as she marched up to the podium, lifting the heavy object in her arms.
"I feel like I was as honest as possible with this guy. I apologized for lying, but at the end of the day, he went ahead and kissed someone out of pure spite, and I don't respect that.” Cleo shrugged, aiming the gun straight at Justin.
She squeezed the trigger, and a thick stream of buttercream shot out, blasting Justin in the face as he turned his head to try and dodge it but failed.
“Damn,” Megan hissed. “Justin! How’re you holdin’ up?”
But he just sat there with buttercream dripping off his nose, saying nothing as he wiped his mouth and Cleo took her seat.
Sarah was up next. She walked up to the podium with a purpose, her jaw set as she lifted the piping gun, her grip steady.
"I’m choosing this boy because he is the biggest liar I have ever met,” She starts, eyes locked on a certain brunette. “And clearly, his attraction to me was nothing but superficial. I want nothing to do with him anymore, and this is my get-back for him throwing a cake at my face." She smiled bitterly, lifting the gun and pointing it straight at John B’s face. “Say ‘ah’.” She snarked, pulling the trigger and blasting John B with a mountain of buttercream.
He sputtered as the stream kept going, trying to move his head to escape the line of fire. And as the stream of icing died out, Sarah lowered the piping bag, a satisfied smirk on her face as she stepped down from the podium. "Have fun showering that off.” She quipped. “Alone."
You and the girls, as well as some of the boys, struggled to hold in your laughs and sounds of amusement as Sarah took her seat, high fiving all of you.
“John B,” Megan dragged out, her tone somewhat disapproving as she shook her head at the boy. “Tell us how you’re feelin’ after that one.”
John B wiped the cream from his eyes, looking miserable. "I mean, I won't make excuses for what I did. But I don't get why you're saying my attraction was superficial.” He looked to Sarah. “I don’t think that’s fair."
Megan suddenly stepped in, adding her input before Sarah could. "Well, when your head gets turned by the first girl that looks exactly like her in less than a week, I think it’s understandable for her to assume your attraction was only at a surface level, boo."
John B tried to defend himself, stuttering, "It—it wasn't just the way she looked that attracted me to Delaney, it was—"
Megan and all you girls cut him off in unison, faces twisted. "But that's what you said." You all laughed, amused and somewhat mocking his lies.
“Don’t lie, now!” Megan shouted, pointing at him with a sharp look. "’Cause I watched you say it on the screen! I saw it!"
John B sighed, mouth slamming shut, admitting defeat as he hung his head.
Then, it was your turn. You walked up to the podium, a grin on your face as you lifted the piping bag. You decided to play with them a little bit, eyes going across the board, pointing the barrel at different boys.
You pointed it at Miles first. "I could cream Miles, since he tried to throw a cake at me and missed terribly... and honestly, I have more than enough reasons." Miles shifted uncomfortably.
You slid the barrel over to John B. "Or... I could cream him, since he likes to play with people's feelings."
Then you let the barrel drift to Rafe, a dark look in your eyes as he stared right back at you. “Or I could cream you just to have an excuse to lick it off later,” you teased, everyone making various noises of amusement as Rafe’s face flushed and he let his head hang to try and hide it.
But finally, you swung the barrel around, pointing it straight at Theo and he just sighed, knowing what was coming. "I thought we put everything behind us, but clearly, someone’s still feeling a little bit bitter.” You taunted, shifting the piping bag to hold it correctly. “I think you need a little bit of sugar to even things out." You smiled, not wasting a second as you pulled the trigger, blasting Theo in the face with a thick stream of off-white frosting.
“Theo!” Megan called out, laughing. “Any words?”
He just wiped his eyes, shrugging calmly. "No hard feelings, I guess.” He said casually. “We're even now."
Then it was Kaitlyn’s turn, and she surprised everyone when she walked up, took aim, and pointed the gun straight at John B.
"Being his ex from the outside world, I really thought this boy was actually changing in here.” She said, shaking her head, disappointed, “He had everyone fooled, including me, and this is the least he deserves." She snapped, pulling the trigger, blasting him a second time.
John B just sighed through the frosting, speaking before Megan even had the chance to ask her signature question. "I'm just gonna keep my mouth shut."
All the girls, in sync, shouted as Kaitlyn returned to her spot, "Good choice!"
Haja went next. Surprisingly, she walked up and chose to cream JJ, her reasoning completely nonsensical, trying to paint JJ as the villain of their situation instead of herself or Miles.
As she prepared to shoot, you, the girls, and the guys started shouting at JJ from the side.
"Just turn your head to the side and take that shit, bro! It’s alright!" Pope called out, annoyed.
Haja shot him, and JJ just stood there perfectly calm, eyes squeezed shut and lips curled in as he let the frosting hit him without moving a muscle, Megan asking him how he felt afterwards.
JJ wiped his face calmly, looking at Haja. "I’m not bothered.” He shrugged, licking icing from his lips. “I know the truth. Every single person here does. But if you want to blame me so you can feel better about yourself, then feel free." You all clapped, applauding JJ’s words while Haja returned to her seat, looking furious that she didn't get a rise out of him.
Then it was Sofia. She walked up to the stand, that same irritating smirk on her face.
"I'm choosing this boy because I think he needs to come to his senses.” She said simply, hiking the piping bag up and aiming it at Rafe. “And... maybe this will remind him of just how sweet things used to be between us." She snarked, pulling the trigger, letting buttercream splatter against Rafe’s features as he just nodded through it, turning his head to the side near the end.
Confessional: You
"Like... are you serious right now?" You deadpanned, scoffing. “This corny ass bitch…She’s actually so exhausting."
Megan turned to Rafe as he shook the frosting from his face, using one hand to pinch the sticky sweet substance from his eyes. "Rafe, how you feelin’ after that sweet reminder?" She teased.
He wiped a piece of cream from his chin, looking at Megan. "I think she’s a bit too bitter to be talking about sweet shit."
A chorus of chuckles and laughs rang out softly, the line shutting Sofia down as her face turned a bright, embarrassed red, and she stomped off the podium to take her seat.
Finally, Rima walked up. She aimed her gun straight at John B, making it his third time getting blasted. "Out of everyone, this guy really deserves it.” She says, a smirk on her face. “Seeing Sarah walk around looking miserable is heartbreaking. That girl is always so bubbly and lively, and she never deserved what he did. I really hate John B for taking the spark out of a girl who did nothing but give him the chance that he literally begged her for." She sighed. “So, the guy I’m choosing is John Booker.” She snarked, various reactions ringing out as she winked at him. “Open wide.” She teased, pulling the trigger, blasting him.
Megan didn't even bother asking John B how he felt this time, muttering, "Yeah, I ain't even gonna ask him, because I don't think that boy wants to open his mouth anymore." She giggled to herself as Rima handed her the piping bag and took her seat.
Once the guys were semi-clean and sat, and the platform was cleared, Megan stood in the middle to announce the final results.
"The girls got down, they got dirty, and they did their big one on these boys today!” She hyped you all up. “And while you did your thing, boys, I gotta give the win to my ladies!" Everyone cheered—you and the girls celebrating while the guys clapped respectfully. “And, while it’s been fun, my time in the villa has come to an end.” Megan pouted.
“All my girls, keep turnin' up, keep putting on, keep being hot girls doin’ hot girl things.” She pointed to you all as you blew kisses towards her, waving as she turned to the boys. “All the boys, y’all can step up the gentleman a little bit more.” She threw out, still lighthearted. “But keep havin’ a motherfucking hot boy summer turning it up!” She added, all of the boys clapping and cheering. “...And I’m gone.” Megan posed, throwing up two peace signs.
You all stood up, clapping as she made her exit, shouting after her, chanting ‘Megan’ as she did a little polite twerk and sauntered out of the villa. “Bye, yall!” She called over her shoulder, laughing.
You were all laughing, hopping down from the bleachers as you all started walking back inside the villa to clean yourselves up. As you and Rafe walked toward the stairs, covered in frosting and sticky buttercream, a few of the guys and girls started nudging you both, laughing.
"You gonna shower it off together?" JJ called out with a wink.
"Shut up!" you and Rafe both shouted back playfully, laughing as you headed to separate bathrooms to get clean.
BY the late afternoon, everyone was showered, fresh, and relaxing around the villa.
You and Rafe were sitting on the daybeds, comfortably people-watching.
"So," Rafe said, shifting closer to you, resting his arm behind your head. "Update me," He inquired, fingertips brushing your shoulders. “What’s ‘tea’?” He mocked, the words sounding funny coming from him.
You giggled, settling closer into him. “You sound like someone’s dad trying to use slang.” You teased, looking up at him as he rolled his eyes at you despite the small smile on his lips. "But nothing much, to be honest.” You shrugged. “Well, actually, I talked to Cleo after I showered. She got a chance to talk with Rima, and they cleared the air. Rima admitted that she thinks she might still be in love with Justin, and she apologized to Cleo for the kiss. And Cleo apologized for her part, too, and finally admitted that her feelings for Pope are way stronger than her ones for Justin."
“So, what now?” Rafe chuckles. “They’re just gonna swap guys?” He mused. “That’s funny.”
You shrugged, a small giggle on your tongue. “I guess,” You told him, pointing across the garden toward the kitchen. "Look,"
Rafe leaned forward, following your gaze to where Cleo and Justin were standing by the kitchen counter having a chat. Even from a distance, the body language was tense—Justin had his arms crossed tightly, and Cleo was speaking calmly but firmly, clearly letting him down.
"You think he's takin’ it well?" Rafe asked, rubbing his chin.
"Doesn’t seem like it," you sighed. "But I don't know Justin very well. Though, I really hope he does.” You told him. “Is it bad that I want Cleo and Pope back together? I think they were meant for each other, they've just had a really rocky road in here."
Rafe hummed in agreement, sitting back as you leaned against him.
You shifted, looking up at him. "Has JJ said anything to you guys about Haja?” You ask, concerned. “I haven't had a chance to talk to him."
Rafe’s expression turned a bit more serious, nodding slowly. "Yeah, he did actually.” He shifted beneath you. “He was pretty beat up about it last night. When we were getting ready for bed, he looked upset, like he could have cried right there.” Rafe explains, shaking his head. “But after the challenge today, he told us that he’s just gonna tell Haja that things aren’t gonna work out between ‘em, says he wants to explore other people."
Rafe shook his head, scratching his chin. "He just felt really disrespected and toyed with, you know? Says he doesn't want to be stuck in the middle of 'whatever weird shit she and Miles have goin’ on'."
"Good for him," you said, nodding in approval. "But who does he even plan on exploring? Because there really aren't many options in here right now. Cleo and Pope are obviously about to get back on track. Rima and Justin are probably gonna start a connection. Kaitlyn really doesn't seem like his type at all, and he obviously would never go for Sofia."
Rafe looked around the garden, lowering his voice. "...If I tell you, you gotta promise me you won't say a word...to anyone."
Your eyes widened with curiosity, sitting up straighter as you craned to look at him. "Okay,” you said. “I promise."
Rafe leaned in closer. "When he was talking to me and Pope earlier, he said he wants to try and explore other people, and he’s hoping a new bombshell comes in. But... he said he’s had an interest in someone in here..."
Rafe hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly dodging the topic.
You groaned, nudging him hard. "Rafe!” You scolded. “Who is it?"
Rafe let out a breath, looking at you. "He wants to try and see if there’s anything there with Sarah."
Your jaw literally dropped. "Sarah?!"
"Yeah," Rafe nodded. "He said ever since they kissed during that workplace challenge thingy, it’s been stuck in the back of his mind. He felt somethin’ after it, but he never felt like he had the right to explore it because he and John B were so close. But now? He feels like John B blew his chance, and Sarah is open to exploring other people now, so he thinks he should take his shot."
You sat there in shock, wrinkling your nose as you processed it. "...I don’t know,” You made a face of uncertainty. “I love them both, but I cannot see JJ and Sarah working out, at all. Like... they look like they could be related!” You laugh. “It’s just really weird to picture. And getting with someone who is that close to John B might not be the best for Sarah right now. But... at the end of the day, they’ve both been through so much shit in here. I just want them both to be happy. So, if it works out, it works out. I'll be happy for them either way."
Before Rafe could reply, footsteps approached the daybed. You both looked up to see Theo standing there, his hands shoved into his pockets, looking slightly uncomfortable.
"Hey," Theo said, his eyes darting between the two of you before locking onto Rafe. "Um... can I pull you for a conversation real quick?"
You felt your heart tighten slightly, but to your surprise, Rafe didn't hesitate or resist. There was no aggressiveness, no tension in his shoulders. He just nodded calmly, sliding from behind you and off the daybed.
"Yeah, ‘course man," Rafe said easily.
Before he walked away, he leaned down, planting a soft kiss on your lips. "I'll be right back," he murmured.
You watched them walk across the lawn, heading toward a spot near the edge of the pool. It was private enough, but still out in the open where you could see them. And, if you strained your ears against the quiet afternoon wind, you could catch pieces of their conversation, though you tried your best to pretend like you were just casually looking at your phone.
Theo cleared his throat, sitting down across from Rafe. "Look, I know things have been pretty...tense between us.” He started. “I don't expect us to be the best of friends or anything, but I also think there's no point in us being enemies."
Rafe nodded, leaning back, his expression open. "Agreed."
"I also wanted to apologize," Theo said, looking down before meeting Rafe's eyes. "For movie night, and some of the things I said to Y/N and to you. Honestly, I think I was just in my feelings about the whole situation.” He nods. “And... I'll admit, the second you walked back into the villa from Casa and I saw her face when she saw you were alone, I could just feel it in my heart that she was still with you.” He says honestly. “Whether it was emotionally or physically, I just had this gut feeling that you two weren't done with each other just yet. I think…I just buried that feeling down for those few days, and it reached a boiling point and just spilled over."
Theo took a breath, his voice sincere. "But I need you to know... she was honest with me the entire time. She stayed one hundred percent loyal to you up until they got that video.” He clarifies, retracting his statements from that night. “You have a really good girl on your hands, man. She really likes you, and I can see how much you care about her. I just wanted to let you know that I'm not here to get in the middle of that. Not anymore."
Rafe listened, his expression softening. He let out a breath, rubbing his hands together. "I appreciate that, man. Seriously.” He offers. “To be honest with you, I never planned on coming back into this villa with any animosity toward you. Even when I walked in and saw her standing there next to you... yeah, I was pissed. As hell.” He chuckles deeply. “But I never wanted to have an issue with you over it. Because at the end of the day, especially during that time... if you were going to be the one to actually make her happy, then I wanted to try my best to accept that. Because her happiness was all I ever wanted." He says. “Still is.”
Rafe looked back over at you on the daybed before looking back at Theo. "She made her choice. Whether it was me or you, at the end of the day, I was never gonna hold that against you. I’ve made a lot of enemies in my past over a lot of stupid bullshit, man, and I’m trying to done with shit like that.” He smiles tightly, though it is genuine. “We're cool. We're good."
Theo smirked, looking relieved as he stood up, extending a hand as Rafe stood up too, wrapping him into a quick bro-hug, patting his back.
Right as Rafe broke away from the hug and started walking back toward you, the afternoon silence was shattered by another loud text sound echoing out.
Everyone froze as you grabbed your phone, your heart suddenly dropping into your stomach as you stood on the daybed and read the words on the screen.
"Islanders, please drop whatever you are doing, get dressed into your best evening wear, and gather at the fire pit immediately for a surprise. #NoTimeToSend #ExpectTheUnexpected"
"A surprise?" JJ shouted from where he was swimming in the pool. "What the hell does that mean?”
“Maybe it’s a recoupling?”
“Or a dumping…”
“Or it could be another challenge?"
"We've never gotten a text this vague before," Cleo muttered, her face fallen as everyone looked nervous.
THE atmosphere in the glam room was chaotic, full of speculation. Everyone was silently panicking, applying lipstick with shaking hands, trying to guess what was in store.
When everyone was finally ready, the girls filed down the steps in stunning dresses, the guys already waiting at the bottom.
Rafe stepped forward as your feet hit the grass, eyes widening as he took in your appearance, grabbing your hand tightly. His grip was firm, as if he was unconsciously afraid to let you go.
Before heading to the fire pit, everyone gathered around the table in the middle of the garden for the usual evening toast. JJ was the one to raise his glass, clearing his throat.
"Alright," JJ said, his voice a mix of humor and genuine emotion. Everyone had this weird feeling about tonight, that much was clear. "I know everyone is really fuckin’ nervous right now.” He admits, light chuckles going around the table. “We don't know what the hell’s ‘bout to happen tonight. There’s been a mountain of drama in this villa over the past few days, but at the end of the day, we’re a family, man. And I'm really glad to be here with every single one of you tonight, despite everything.” He smiles. “Cheers."
"Cheers!" Everyone clinked their glasses together, taking a sip.
But right as you lowered your glass, you spotted a figure walking into the villa and the silhouette of Ariana appeared, all of you watching as she rounded the corner in a jaw-dropping evening gown.
"Hi Islanders," She said, her voice echoing through the quiet garden as you all greeted her back. "Will everyone please join me at the fire pit?"
Everyone exchanged weary, nervous glances as you all filed into the circular seating of the fire pit, the flames crackling in the center. You sat close to Rafe, his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders, your fingers laced together.
Ariana stood at the front, looking at all of you with her hands clasped.
"Islanders," Ariana began, her voice sending a chill down your spine. "I know you got a text today. And I know it was very vague, and you're probably wondering exactly what is happening tonight.” She started, meeting each of your eyes. “I’m not going to sugarcoat it. Tonight…one of you will be leaving the villa for good."
A collective murmur of shock broke out, you glanced up at Rafe, eyes wide with worry.
"Over the past twenty-four hours, the public has been voting," Ariana continued. "While Casa Amor was the ultimate test for everyone in this villa, the public believes that one boy failed that test the worst.” She drags out, face falling.
“Boys,” Ariana’s eyes scanned the crowd. "Can all who were present at Casa Amor please come stand next to me?"
Rafe, John B, JJ, Pope, and Miles all slowly stood up from the couch, Rafe giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze as he and the others walked over to line up next to Ariana. Rafe cast one quick look back at you, but you could see the slight tension in his jaw.
Your heart was beating out of your chest.
"Boys, before I reveal who the public has voted as the ultimate failure of Casa Amor," Ariana said, her voice dripping with suspense, "I want to go down the line and ask each of you... where are your heads at standing up there right now? And looking back, how do you truly believe you did during the test of Casa Amor?"
Ariana eyes scanned the line, stopping directly on Rafe. "Rafe, let’s start with you."
Rafe shifted his weight, his blue eyes flashing over to you for a split second before he looked at Ariana. He swallowed hard, adjusting the collar of his shirt.
"I'm not gonna lie and say it was perfect," Rafe said, his deep voice carrying across the silent fire pit. "I definitely had some ups and downs while I was there. But, I do believe that I stayed down. I believe I moved respectfully, as respectfully as possible given the environment. And look, I know there were some... misunderstandings that happened because of other people," he muttered, throwing a subtle, dark glance toward Sofia, "but I know in my heart that I was on my best behavior. I did right by my girl, and I'm just really hoping that the public sees that."
You let out a tiny breath, your fingers twisting in your lap as you offered him a small, encouraging nod.
Ariana nodded slowly, shifting her gaze to the next boy. "Pope, how are you feeling?"
Pope rubbed the back of his neck, looking serious. "Casa Amor was... it was a fun experience on paper, I guess. But for me personally? I only had my mind on one person the entire time. Because of that, it wasn't even really that fun for me. Every time I looked at another girl, I was just wishing I was back here. But I also believe that I moved with respect—not just for myself, but for the people who were here. I didn't do anything to jeopardize what I want, and I feel good about that."
Cleo bit her lip from the couch, her eyes softening as she watched him speak.
"JJ?" Ariana said, turning toward him.
The blonde let out a heavy sigh, looking down at his shoes for a moment before he met Ariana's gaze.
"I obviously have some regrets about how I handled Casa," JJ admitted, his voice rough. "My biggest regret in here is the fact that I wasn't able to sit down and have a real talk with Kiara before she left. I’ll forever regret being part of the reason that she's gone. And... yeah, I do regret moving so fast with Haja. Obviously, everything that happened with her and Miles afterward just came full circle right back around to me, and I believe that everything that went down was just straight-up karma for how I moved."
JJ shook his head, but his jaw set. "But even though it hurts, I’m still grateful for the experience. Because I definitely learned a lesson from it, and I can promise you, I will not be making those same mistakes again."
Ariana held his gaze, offering a small smile for a moment before moving down to John B. "John B,” She called out. “How do you feel about your performance at Casa Amor?"
John B cleared his throat, his eyes darting over to Sarah, who refused to even look in his direction.
"I mean... it's complicated," John B stammered, gripping his hands tightly behind his back. "In some ways, I felt like I did go about Casa the right way... but then in a lot of other ways, I know I went about it the wrong way. I feel like I made some really stupid mistakes, and standing here now, I realize that some of the damage that’s been done between me and Sarah is irreversible. But... I’m just really hoping that I’ll have another chance to show who I really am." He paused, taking a shaky breath. "I do regret my actions at Casa. Or... at the very least, I regret the way they came out in front of everybody."
From the couch, Sarah let out a quiet, unimpressed scoff under her breath, keeping her stare locked firmly on the fire.
Finally, Ariana looked at Miles. "And lastly... Miles?"
Unlike the other four boys, who looked like they were facing a firing squad, Miles had a relaxed smug smirk plastered across his face. He casually shrugged his shoulders, looking unbothered.
"Casa Amor was fun for me," Miles said, his tone casual. "I don’t have any regrets about anything I did there, to be completely real with you. I think that since I’ve been in this villa, I’ve done exactly what we are all supposed to do. You're supposed to follow your heart, you're supposed to make decisions for yourself, and you're supposed to find what’s best for you at the end of the day. That's exactly what I did."
The contrast between Miles's arrogant attitude and the emotional weight of the other guys made the tension at the fire pit spike.
"Thank you for your honesty, boys," Ariana said, her voice dropping into that formal tone. "The public has made their choice. And soon, one of you will be dumped from the island."
You gripped the fabric of your dress, air trapped in your lungs as you waited. You knew the chance of it being Rafe was low, or at least hoped it was.
Ariana let the silence hang before speaking. "The boy who has been voted the ultimate failure of Casa Amor, and as a result, has been dumped from the villa immediately…” She pauses.
“...is Miles."
The fire pit fell into a chorus of soft murmurs as Miles stood there, his hands shoved behind his back. Surprisingly, he took it on the chin, nodding slowly with an unfazed expression on his face, as if he had already expected it.
Ariana looked at him. "Miles, do you have anything you want to say?"
Miles let out a sharp chuckle, shaking his head as he looked at the rest of the boys. "I think I was definitely not the worst person to come out of Casa.” He snaps. “I think a lot of the other guys up here did way worse shit than me. You got JJ over here, who had sex with somebody while he had a whole girl waiting on him back here, leading her on when he wasn't even that into her.” He fires. “And then you got John B, who was leading Sarah on while showering with a whole other girl. So... yeah, I'm definitely confused about the public's vote, but,” He shrugs. “There isn't anything I can do about it now."
Ariana nodded slowly, turning her eyes to the couch. "Girls... do you agree with the public's vote tonight?"
Ariana looked directly at Sarah, letting her speak first.
Sarah started, her voice steady. "I do.” She nodded. “Although there were definitely other guys up there who did things and hurt people deeply... comparing everything from a...less personal standpoint, and not as someone who was directly hurt by one of them…” She shoots a pointed glance at John B. “I think Miles not only failed the test of Casa Amor, but I think he has failed Love Island entirely.” She muses. “He came into this villa manipulating people from day one, and he hasn't made a single true, genuine connection since he’s been here. Casa Amor didn't test his loyalty—it just showed his true colors, which is that he has loyalty to absolutely no one but himself."
All the girls on the couch nodded in agreement, murmuring their support.
"Thank you, Sarah," Ariana said. She turned back to Miles. "Miles,” She began. “As the boy with the most votes, you are now dumped from the island.” She says with a tight smile. “You may pack your bags, and get ready to say your goodbyes."
Miles just nodded, turning around and walking back toward the villa without a single word to anyone.
At that, the boys began to walk away and you girls began to stand.
"But Islanders," Ariana’s voice boomed, stopping everyone from moving. "There is…one more thing before we go tonight."
A collective groan of terror erupted from the couch.
"Oh my God, what now?" Cleo whispered, letting her head fall.
"On top of tonight being a surprise dumping," Ariana revealed with a slight smile, "there will also be a surprise recoupling. And tonight... it is the boys' choice."
The girls all let out a breath, a wave of relief hitting you. Since it was boys' choice, you knew Rafe was going to choose you, meaning you were not only safe, but you’d also be back with him. Officially.
You let out a small sigh, leaning back against the cushions.
"Girls, please come stand next to me," Ariana instructed. “Guys, you may have a seat.”
You, Sarah, Cleo, Rima, Sofia, Haja, and Kaitlyn all stood up, forming a line in front of the now seated men.
"One by one, the boys will tell us who they are choosing to couple up with and why." Ariana said, smiling. "Pope, you're up first. Please, tell us who you’re choosing and why."
Pope stepped forward, clearing his throat as he looked down the line of girls.. "I'm choosing to couple up with this girl because... I've done my fair share of exploring in here. I think we both have. But at the end of the day, no matter who I talked to, I always knew deep down that it was always going to be her.” He shrugged shyly. “She's the only one for me in here, and I'm really hoping that we can finally just get it right this time. So, the girl I want to couple up with... is Cleo."
Cleo grinned widely as you all clapped, walking over to wrap him in a tight hug as they sat down together on the couch.
“Congratulations, Cleo and Pope. You may take a seat.” Ariana prompted. “Cleo, what are your thoughts?”
“I'm happy,” she smiles. “I really am. I feel like I haven't been coupled up with Pope in a very long time, and I'm glad that I'm able to let my feelings, my true feelings, roam free, instead of laying dormant.” She laughed as Ariana called for the next boy.
“Theo, please stand.” He stepped forward, looking down the line. “Please, tell us who you would like to couple up with.”
"I'm choosing this girl because... she caught my eye the first day I walked into this villa. I feel like our journey together might have been a little delayed because of our different situations, but I am incredibly glad that I'm finally getting the chance to explore a connection with her now. Despite us only having a few chats, as of today, I believe that this girl has a lot of layers. She deserves the world, and I hope things go well between us. So, the girl I'm coupling up with... is Sarah."
Sarah smiled warmly, walking over and taking his hand as they sat down, looking genuinely happy.
“Congratulations, Sarah and Theo.” Ariana congratulated them. “Sarah, how’re you feeling?”
“I'm excited, definitely still a bit guarded because of everything that's happened in here with everyone, not just myself. Theo seems like a really good guy and I'm excited to be exploring someone else and be moving on.” She says calmly before Ariana calls for the next boy.
“Justin?”
Justin stepped forward, looking nervous. "I'm choosing this girl because... I actually met her in the real world before this experience, and I'm happy that I get another chance to be with her here. I'm really hoping that maybe this is our chance at another chance, and hopefully, our way of figuring out the kinks of our relationship in the right way this time around. So…I choose Rima."
Rima walked over, joining him on the couch with a relieved smile.
“Congrats, you two,” Ariana smiled with her hands clasped. “Rima?”
“I'm happy. You know, me and Justin aren't strangers, so it's kind of a feeling of nostalgia, but at the same time, it does feel like something new. It does feel like another chance at another chance, like Justin said.”
Ariana smiled, telling the couple that “that’s beautiful” before calling for the next boy. “JJ, please stand.”
Then, JJ stepped forward. His expression was significantly less heartfelt, his speech lacking any romantic warmth. "I’m choosing this girl because... honestly, I was trying to explore other connections in here. And although a real romantic connection with this girl is no longer an option for me, and is completely off the table... I don't really have another choice of anyone else to couple up with tonight. But... I'm hoping that maybe we can be friends in here. So, I’m choosing to couple up with Haja."
Haja walked over awkwardly, the vibe between them icy as they sat down without even looking at each other.
“Haja,” Ariana called. “How do you feel about what JJ said?”
“I mean, I get he’s hurt, but I did what you're supposed to do in here. I explored and I never meant to hurt his feelings, but” She shrugged. “It is what it is. But I will say I'm grateful that he still chose me.”
Next was John B. “John B, please stand.” He stepped forward, looking defeated as he looked down the line.
"...I'm choosing to couple up with this girl because... although I do have a connection that I desperately want to fix in here... that girl isn't open to giving me another chance right now, and I have to respect that for the time being.” He sighs. “But I’m choosing to couple with this girl because, even though we didn't work out romantically, she's a great person, and I want to keep her here so that way she can hopefully find the real connection that she came here for. So, because of that, I choose Kaitlyn."
Kaitlyn gave him a friendly, appreciative smile, walking over to sit with him, Ariana asking for her thoughts.
“I mean, I'm grateful…yeah, definitely grateful. I can't wait to hopefully see the day that I'm in a real romantic coupling,” She laughed. “But, hopefully, I can use this time to help John B do some much needed self-reflection.”
Finally, it was down to Rafe.
And the only girls left standing were you and Sofia.
“Rafe, please stand and tell us who you would like to couple up with and why.”
Rafe stepped forward, and the moment he did, a proud smile broke across his face. His blue eyes locked onto yours, completely ignoring Sofia, who already had her head down, looking defeated.
"I think my choice tonight is a no-brainer," Rafe said as he looked straight at you. "I think every single person here, and everyone watching, knows exactly who I'm choosing. I’ve just been so incredibly grateful for this girl, and for her patience and understanding with me.” He nods, chewing his cheek. “Even when things looked bad and weren't as they seemed... it took a while, but she still gave me the chance to actually sit down and explain myself. I’ll be forever grateful that we were able to jump over the hurdles together. Honestly, I think that with the way that we persevered through all the bullshit in here... it’s gonna be a breeze for us out in the real world. So, the girl I am coupling up with is... Y/N."
You let out a breath, a wide smile breaking across your face as you walked over to him. Rafe wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, lifting you slightly off the ground, planting a passionate kiss on your lips. “Congratulations,” Ariana threw out as everyone cheered as you both walked over to take your seats on the couch, wrapped up in each other.
That left Sofia standing all by herself in front of the fire pit.
Ariana looked over at her. "Sofia... you are now single and vulnerable." Ariana paused, a sharp look entering her eyes. "But tonight... there is a twist."
Everyone on the couch froze.
You looked at Rafe, a horrible knot forming in your stomach.
"When we opened the voting to the public," Ariana explained, "the viewers weren't just voting on which boy failed Casa Amor the worst.” She says. “We also prompted the viewers to vote on who they thought would be left single at the end of tonight's re-coupling.” She explains, her face solemn.
“What we didn't tell the viewers, however, is that if they guessed correctly... that single Islander would be given an advantage."
All of you seated started whispering, confused.
"What?"
“What advantage?”
“When did they start doing that?”
“This is some bullshit…”
"Tonight,” Ariana continued. “Fifty-one percent of viewers—just over half, taking the majority—guessed that Sofia would be left single. Because the public guessed correctly, Sofia, you now have a choice.” She led on, turning towards the girl standing alone. “Tonight, you can either choose to accept your fate, pack your bags, and leave the island... or, you can choose to steal one of the coupled-up boys tonight, keep your spot in the villa, and send his current partner home."
The entire fire pit went dead silent and you felt the air physically leave your lungs. Rafe’s grip on your hand tightened so hard it hurt, his entire body going rigid next to you.
"Sofia," Ariana said. "Now’s the time to decide. Has your time in the villa come to an end…or will you decide to swap fates?”
Sofia slowly raised her head. The defeated expression entirely gone, replaced by a heart-crushing smirk.
She looked directly at you, her eyes full of malice.
"...I feel like everyone came into this villa to find real love, and everyone should be able to do that. And even though I've had people left and right telling me to 'leave things in the past' and 'let things go'... I am always going to follow my heart, regardless of what anyone else thinks."
“I told you,” Her eyes narrowing on you, her smirk widening. "I’ll do whatever I have to.” She reminds you, voice low and steady. “I've decided…and I believe that I'm not done in this villa just yet. And so, I would like to swap fates…and the guy I want to couple up with…” She dragged out, mean and smug, her words sharp as if no one knew what she was about to say, the name that was bound to leave her lips.
“...is Rafe."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Rafe hissed, leaning forward until his head hung between his knees, head in his head. Everyone on the couch turned to the two of you, watching Rafe spiral while you sat, staring at nothing, hands clasped in your lap as you chewed the inside of your cheek.
"Sofia, you have made your choice to swap fates with Y/N…and couple up with Rafe.” She informs. “Please, go sit next to Rafe.” Ariana said calmly but firmly, calling your name, pulling you out of your own thoughts as you slowly lifted your head”... Please, come join me."
Your legs felt like lead as you slowly stood up, the girls reaching out for your hand but you couldn’t even find the strength to reach back as tears blurred your vision as you walked to stand next to Ariana. Rafe was sitting there, his hands clamped over his face, chest heaving as he tried to hold back tears of pure rage and heartbreak.
Sofia stepped over, sliding to sit right next to him with a triumphant grin. Some of the guys tried to reach over and pat Rafe’s shoulder, telling him that it would ‘be okay’, but he simply scoffed, trying to hold back his own tears, telling them, “no it's not fucking okay”.
Ariana looked at you, her voice full of genuine pity as she called your name. "... How are you feeling right now?"
A tear broke free, running down your cheek as your voice shook violently. "Um…” You struggled for words, still looking as if your mind was ten-thousand miles away from where you stood. “I... I came into this villa not knowing what to expect at all.” You spoke slowly, almost as if your thoughts were forming as you spoke, looking down at the fire the entire time you spoke. “And... I ended up finding one of the greatest connections of my entire life.” Your voice shook as your gaze slowly trailed up to find Rafe’s own burning one. “I think... I think every single person in here has made this journey worth it, from the girls to the guys... and down to Rafe himself." You spoke, voice wavering as you looked at everyone—finding tears building in everyone’s eyes, from JJ to Rima to Cleo to Sarah, even Pope and John B.
You choked back a sob, looking over at him. "I will never, ever forget the memories that I made here. I’ve tried my absolute best to be level-headed and mature in the face of everything that has happened.” You broke, sniffing. “And... yeah, I do wish some people would just leave things in the past and let people grow and move on, but I understand that not everyone is the same."
You turned your eyes to Sofia, your voice hardening through the tears. "I’m not gonna stand here and lie. I don’t wish the best for Sofia, I can’t…because I truly think she’s only here to bring Rafe down and ruin his happiness. But... I wish Rafe the absolute best in anything and everything he does. And um…" Your voice cracked, a heavy sob escaping your throat. "Fuck, I’m sorry— I can’t... I don’t have anything else to say, I’m sorry."
“Don’t cry, baby, it’s okay,” You heard Rima’s voice travel from the couch, shooting her a quick smile.
"Y/N," Ariana said softly, her own eyes shining with sadness as you cursed lowly under your breath, all of your friends head’s dropping as well. "You are now single…vulnerable…and dumped from the villa." You just nodded numbly, biting your bottom lip as the tears came rushing, even as you tilted your head back to the sky, trying to focus on the stars. “It was amazing to meet you,” Ariana stepped forward, pulling you into a small hug before stepping back. “You may now pack your bags and get ready to leave the villa.” She smiles sadly. “As for the rest of you, I will see you soon.”
Ariana exited the villa, and the fire pit crumbled into emotional warfare, you still standing in your spot, putting your head down as you started openly crying. The girls wasted no time, Cleo, Sarah, and Rima, and even Kaitlyn, flew out of their seats, sprinting to you in their heels, throwing their arms around you. They wrapped you into a tight group hug, all of them sobbing into your shoulders.
"This is so fucked" Cleo whispered hoarsely, her own tears soaking your dress.
"You don't deserve this, babe, I’m so sorry,” Rima sobbed.
"I can’t believe this," Sarah sobbed, holding you tight as you got choked up on your own tears.
There was so much going on at once and, through your own emotions and the mess of your friends' emotions, your mind still went to Rafe, but your body couldn't catch up as the girls escorted you up the stairs, surrounding you like a human shield as they walked you straight inside so you could pack your things.
You couldn't even turn around to see the mess of Rafe being comforted by all of the guys as he tried his best not to cry, failing miserably.
THE dressing room was the saddest it’s ever been.
You were standing by your suitcase, tears streaming down your face as you tried to throw your clothes inside, but your hands were shaking too hard.
Cleo was sitting at a vanity, her face buried in her hands, trying to stop crying as she wiped every tear that fell. Sarah was leaning against the mirror, fresh tears ruining her makeup, while Rima was helping you fold your bikinis along with Kaitlyn, her own eyes rimmed red.
"I actually can't believe this bro," Cleo cried out, her voice broken. "You've been here since day one!” She cried. “Even though you came in as a bombshell, you've been here since the start. Seeing you go over something so stupid is actually pissing me off."
"It's okay," you tried to say, your voice cracking as you wiped your face. "Please don't cry. It's gonna be okay, I promise." But even as you said it, a fresh wave of sobs tore through your chest, and you sank down onto the floor next to your suitcase, overwhelmed by the mess of emotions.
MEANWHILE, downstairs, Miles had already packed his bags. The only people who walked out to the front driveway to say goodbye to him being Sofia and Haja.
Goodbye Confessional: Miles
"Honestly, I'm not too bothered about leaving. I think the public just wanted an excuse to get me out of the villa because I actually tell it like it is.” He clapped his hands together, his tone very matter-of-factly. “I'll be fine on the outside. Had a good life before this and I'll have a great one comin’ out."
Confessional: Sofia
"Even though mine and Miles's coupling was... you know, means to an end... I’ll always be grateful to him for that. I definitely see him as a real friend."
Confessional : Haja
"Me and Miles always have our ups and downs, honestly. I think that’s just how our relationship is gonna be for the rest of our lives.” She laughed. “ I’m sad to see him go, but I know I’ll see him on the outside."
BACK by the firepit, Rafe was losing his mind. He was pacing back and forth across the deck, his face a deep, burning red, chest heaving as he tried with everything inside his soul to hold back his tears.
He was completely heartbroken, overly devastated, and utterly destroyed.
The guys were surrounding him, trying to pat his back and comfort him, get him to sit down and breathe but he wasn’t listening.
"Bro, it’s gonna be okay," Pope said softly, reaching out. "Just breathe, man."
"Just—stop touching me," Rafe suddenly snapped, moving away from Pope’s touch as he turned his back, burying his face in one of his hands. "You think I wanna hear that shit, right now? That jus’ because you say 'it’s okay' that it’s actually gonna be okay?"
He was inconsolable, face bright red, eyes puffy and swimming with tears. He raised his hand, pinching the skin between his eyes, his shoulders shaking as he let out a choked breath. He had his head down, refusing to let anyone see him break.
Slowly, JJ stepped forward. He didn't say a word. He just walked up behind Rafe, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pulling him into a hug.
To everyone's surprise, Rafe didn't fight it. He turned around, letting out a shaky sigh, burying his face right into JJ's shoulder, letting out a broken sob as he slumped in the blonde’s hold. JJ was the only person Rafe really let comfort him, mostly because over the past few weeks, they had grown incredibly close—almost vicariously through you.
JJ was crying too, giant tears rolling down his cheeks as he held Rafe, patting his back. JJ was devastated about you leaving—you were his rock in this villa, and losing you felt like losing a piece of himself.
UPSTAIRS, you had finally finished throwing the last of your things into your suitcase when the door to the room pushed open…and Rafe walked in.
The moment your eyes met his, the girls quietly looked between you two before stepping out of the room, giving you space.
Rafe looked wrecked. His blue eyes were bloodshot and swollen, his face flushed red, looking vulnerable in a way he never showed anyone else.
He walked straight over to you, grabbing your hand tightly.
“Rafe—”
"Come with me," he whispered, his voice shaky and broken. "Please."
He led you out of the makeup room and up the small staircase onto the terrace overlooking the dark ocean. The moment you reached the top and turned to face each other, you both just fell into each other's arms, bawling.
"I hate her," Rafe sobbed openly, burying his face deep into your hair as he held you so tight you could barely breathe. "I hate her so much. I am so fuckin’ sorry for putting you in this situation. I'm so sorry that all my unresolved shit came in here and ruined this for you—"
"Rafe," you cried, pulling back slightly to cup his flushed face, your own tears spilling over. "Rafe, listen to me. You did not put me in any situation. This isn’t your fault, and I don't blame you for anything that she’s done.” You told him firmly, though your voice was still watery. “I can tell that she is still the same bitter person she was back then, even though I didn’t know her... but you aren't. Yes, you made mistakes and they came at the cost of hurting people like her, but you don’t have to let her confine you to them. You’ve made up for it, you’re still making up for it. You've grown so much, Rafe. I didn’t know you then, but I know you now. And even just looking back on the guy you were coming in here, you aren’t the same guy you were on that first night. Okay?” You told him, thumbs stroking his cheeks. “Don't let her take that away from you."
Rafe swallowed hard, his eyes glassy as he stared down at you. His large hands were trembling where they rested on your hips, and he let out a broken breath, leaning his head into the warmth of your palms.
"I won't," he choked out, his voice cracking as a fresh wave of tears spilled over his eyelashes. He shook his head, his jaw clenching. "I won't let her take that away from me. I don't give a fuck about her, or what she wants, or any of the history she keeps trying to drag up. But... but it doesn't even matter, baby. It doesn't matter because she already took you away from me. That's what she wanted, and she got it—"
"No, Rafe, look at me," you pressed, your own voice cracking as you desperately used your thumbs to wipe the hot moisture from his cheeks. You needed him to hear you, to really understand that this wasn't over. "This isn’t the end of the world,” You smiled through your own tears. “I promise you it's not. It feels like it right now because we're in this crazy place, but I promise you, it’s not."
"How d’you know that?" Rafe mumbled, his blue eyes searching yours with despair. He reached up, wrapping his fingers tightly around your wrists, holding your hands against his face like he was terrified you would vanish into thin air if he let go. "How can you promise something like that? This is…a bubble. The second you walk out those doors, you're back in the real world, and I'm stuck inside this house. You can't promise me we're gonna survive that."
A soft, bittersweet smile broke through your tears, and you leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his.
"I can," you whispered. "Rafe, we knew each other before all of this, and we didn't even really remember it when we first saw each other. But somehow... out of all the people in the world that could’ve been here, out of all the people that are here, and out of all the paths we could have taken, we still found our way right back here."
You squeezed his wrists back, your heart swelling even through the ache in your chest. "Something like that? A connection like that is unbeatable. It’s a once in a lifetime thing. We are a once in a lifetime thing. If the universe could bring us back together, this isn't gonna be the thing that breaks us."
Hearing your words shattered whatever tiny shred of composure Rafe had left. He let out a heavy, shuddering sob, his head dropping forward onto your shoulder. He buried his face deep into the crook of your neck, his arms locking around your waist so tightly it stole the air from your lungs, holding you like you were his lifeline in a storm.
"I'm so sorry," he mumbled repeatedly against your wet skin, his voice muffled and entirely ruined by his tears. He was just rambling now, the words tumbling out of him. "I'm so fuckin’ sorry, baby. Just... please don't go."
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck as you both stood there on the dark terrace, holding onto each other and letting the tears fall.
You choked on a sob. "I don't want to go, Rafe...but I have to.” You cried softly. “I'm gonna miss you so much."
He was in shock, mind unable to process the reality of the situation. Without another word, Rafe sat down on the nearest couch, still crying, pulling you down into his lap. He wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into the crook of your neck as you wrapped your arms around his head, both of you just holding onto each other in the dark, crying until your chests ached, unable to accept that your time together in the villa was over.
Confessional: JJ
"Y/N... man, she is just... she was one of the only people in here who would actually hold my ass accountable for the stupid mistakes I made, no matter what, but she still stuck by my side through everything.” He sniffs, wiping the tears that were rolling. “We came in together... I’m always gonna have a spot in my heart for her.."
Confessional: Sarah
She was sobbing, a damp tissue in her hands. "She helped me through everything in here... literally everything. She was always that shoulder to cry on when I felt like everything was going wrong. I knew that if I had absolutely no one else to go to, I could always go to her. I’m just... I'm so upset she's actually leaving."
Confessional: Cleo
"That was my girl, man!” She sniffed, shaking her head. "My actual sister in here. She deserved nothing but the best, and seeing her get ripped away because of something so...” She trails off, angry, before her face softens. “I've never met anyone like her before, and honestly, I don't think I ever will again."
Confessional: Rima
"I remember the day I came in as a bombshell, and even though I was just doing my job and being a little bit bitchy... she never once made me feel unwelcome or excluded.” Her voice shakes, a tear escaping. “I admired that about her so much. And just... even watching her grow with Rafe, I was rooting for them so hard. And I am so sad that this is where their story ends.” She cries, looking down. “Honestly... I’m surprised Rafe isn’t walking out behind her tonight. But... I'm not throwing that out the window yet.” She says openly. “I just think he hasn't fully processed it all. Rafe hasn't made a single other connection in this villa besides her... so honestly? I think by tomorrow morning, Rafe is gonna be packing his bags and trying to leave… because he has no reason to stay here anymore."
Confessional: Rafe
"I just…” He wheezed, looking exhausted. “I blame myself. I feel like I just dragged her into a situation full of my own bullshit, and I tried my best to keep her away from it.” His voice shook, eyes growing glassy again. "I kept trying to reassure her that nothing would ever come between us... and I just fuckin’ hate myself right now because I wasn't in a position to even do anything to stop it."
The loud sound of a car horn honked from the front driveway of the villa, signaling that your time was officially up.
Rafe cursed, slowly standing up, his hand tightly holding yours as he walked you back down to grab your bags and helped you carry your heavy suitcases down the stairs where everyone was waiting. The entire villa was waiting by the front door, even Sofia lingering near the back, though she looked significantly less upset than the others.
The heavy, awful silence was suffocating. You could hear the distant idle of the car engine waiting outside, a brutal reminder that your minutes were ticking down.
Suddenly, Cleo blinked through her fresh tears.
"Wait," Cleo choked out, wiping her damp cheeks with the back of her hand as she looked at Sarah and Rima. "Oh my God, no. We cannot let you leave this house without taking photos."
Before you could even protest, Cleo, Sarah, and Rima scrambled forward, grabbing your arms and dragging you away from your suitcases and towards the photobooth next to the Speakeasy as the others followed.
They all piled into the small, curtained booth, crowding around you so tightly you could barely move. The camera started counting down, and the three of them threw their arms around your neck, squeezing you into a messy group hug.
The flash blinked, capturing the tear-stained smiles on your faces.
Right before the next countdown started, Sarah poked her head out of the curtain, scanning the crowd near the door. "Kaitlyn! Get in!"
Kaitlyn’s eyes widened in surprise, but a grateful, soft smile broke through her nervous expression. Out of all the new girls who had walked in from Casa, Kaitlyn had been by far the most welcoming, sweet, and respectful. She hurried over, squeezing herself into the back of the booth and throwing up a peace sign as the shutter clicked, cementing one last memory with you.
Once the girls filed out, sniffing and wiping their eyes, they practically shoved the guys toward the booth. "Go!" Cleo yelled softly.
JJ, John B, Rafe and Pope didn't hesitate. They crowded into the frame around you. JJ threw a protective arm over your shoulder, pulling your head against his chest as he gave a sad, goofy half-smile. Pope squeezed in on your other side, while John B stood slightly in the back.
The booth flashed twice, capturing a perfect, bittersweet goodbye with the boys who had your back since day one.
"Alright, clear out before the man kills us," JJ muttered, his voice cracking slightly as he patted your shoulder. "Let them have their turn."
The boys stepped out, drawing the curtain closed behind them, leaving just you and Rafe alone in the small, enclosed space.
The glowing screen in front of you reset, flashing a notification—New Session. Four Photos Remaining.
You looked up at Rafe, eyes still bloodshot, face still flushed from crying. The sight of him looking so broken made your heart ache. You wanted to give him something happy to look back on, something that wasn't just pure misery.
"Hey," you whispered, your voice watery as you reached up to weakly nudge his arm. "Let's do a couple of silly ones first.” Your voice was soft as you tapped the screen. “Don't look so serious."
Rafe let out a breathless, watery chuckle, nodding as he sniffled. "Okay. Whatever you want, angel."
Three... Two... One...
For the first photo, you both threw your hands up, sticking your tongues out and tossing up peace signs at the lens. But the fresh, wet tears still drying on both of your cheeks made the silly pose look beautifully tragic.
Three... Two... One...
For the second one, Rafe tried to match your energy to make you smile. He puffed his cheeks out completely and crossed his eyes, making a ridiculous, goofy face right as you used your fingers to pull down the corners of your mouth into a dramatic frown. A tiny, genuine burst of laughter escaped your lips right as the camera clicked, a fleeting moment of normalcy.
But as the timer started ticking down for the third photo, the silly energy evaporated, the reality crashing down as you realized that once this was done…you’d be gone.
Three... Two... One...
Rafe pulled you in, his massive arms wrapping around your waist and pulling your back against his chest. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, his eyes closed tight, while you covered his forearms with your hands. You looked straight into the camera lens with a soft, incredibly sad, and longing smile, the intimacy of how he held you speaking volumes through the screen.
Then, the final countdown began.
Three... Two...
Before the final number could hit, Rafe spun you around in his arms, facing you fully. His large hand came up, his fingers burying deep into the hair at the base of your neck while his palm cradled your cheek, thumb gently catching a stray tear that was falling down your nose.
Your hand flew straight to his chest, flattening over his shirt right above his heart, feeling it thudding beneath your palm.
One...
He leaned down and captured your lips in a heart shattering kiss. It was desperate, heavy, and raw—both of your faces wet with tears, mouths pressing together with all the unsaid promises and love you had left for each other but never got the chance to say. The bright white flash illuminated the booth, freezing your heartbreak and devotion in time forever.
He pulled back slowly, both of you opening your sad eyes as he took your hand and let you out of the booth where everyone was waiting.
Rafe wanted you to keep the photos of you and him but you told him to keep them. So he wouldn’t forget your face.
Rafe and the others walked you to the entrance, his eyes fixed on yours. He didn't care about the cameras, or the other Islanders watching. He lunged forward, capturing your lips in one last, hard, desperate, passionate kiss, hands gripping you, holding you against him as if he was trying to imprint the feeling of you into his memory forever.
"I'll see you soon, angel," he whispered against your lips, voice trembling.
"Soon," you cried back softly, nodding.
You turned around, grabbing the handle of your suitcase. The remaining Islanders filed out, lining up to see you off.
You stopped right in front of the ‘Love Me Not’ sign, turning back to look at the crowd of faces that had become your family over the past month. Your voice was shaking so hard you could barely form the words.
"I... I just want to say that I love every single one of you," you said out loud, tears streaming down your face. "I love you all for exactly who you are... no matter what mistakes we've made in here, or what stupid arguments we've gotten into. I am just so incredibly grateful. And... I truly can't wait to see you all on the outside."
They all waved back, the girls blowing kisses, everyone crying as you turned and walked away.
Goodbye Confessional : You
"I... I definitely didn't see my night ending this way. I really thought I had so much more time left in here... I was really hoping I’d make it all the way to the final with him. But... I guess sometimes, the forces of evil are just greater than the forces of good.” You joked, though it was sad. “...She got exactly what she wanted... and all I can do now is..." You stopped, fresh emotion overtaking you. You covered your face with your hands, leaning forward as you started breaking down, unable to even finish the sentence. You quickly wiped your eyes, looking into the camera one last time with a broken, watery smile. "I just... I love everyone in there. I really do." You choked out, making a heart at the camera. “Don’t forget about me.”
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BEFORE YOU SEND THE MILITIA AFTER ME, PLEASE KNOW THAT THIS IS NOT THE END (also peep the TADC reference— oh not the time? okay, gotcha...)
c/w 𑣲⋆rafe teaches you how to give head, talking you through it, #men who yearn earn, mutual pining, first kiss, praise, deepthroating, “boot riding” adjacent, spit, gagging, jealous!rafe, pet names (good girl, baby, pretty + no y/n) + rafe is very casual about you per usual ◡̈
“…Please?” The words leave your lips so gentle and sweet.
“You—Are you sure?” He stammers, more focused on how soft your lips are and how pretty you look just like you are now.
“Rafe, c’mon…” You sigh heavily, your focus falling down his body, seeing the difference almost instantly, his heavy cock swelling the fabric underneath his gray sweatpants.
“It’s just—” His words catch in his throat as you tug your sweater over your head, showing off your bra underneath. “Holy shit.” He throws his head back to the ceiling, hands bunching up the fabric of his sweats, holding himself back.
You huff out a sharp breath, feeling your frustration mount. After everything you’ve done for this man this semester, he can help you with this one little thing. You stand up and his expression goes wide in panic, hands flying up to grab your hips.
“Woah—Hey. Hey, now,” he stops you, looking back at you like you weren’t actively reading the situation. “Just. Don’t go. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t say sorry. I’m not going to beg for your help, Rafe.”
“You are not begging me for anything,” he panics, a desperate laugh clinging to his words as his hands go tighter on your hips. “I just—why?” he asks almost bashfully, licking his lips to fight back a smile as his gaze falls to yours.
“Same reason you wanted me to tutor you. I don’t know how to do it. I want to. You’re a guy…”
“I am,” he chuckles, stepping a little closer.
“You can teach me,” your voice softens, the heat of his body radiating onto your bare skin.
“Who?” he asks, his attention falling to your lips. “You learnin’ to give head just ‘cause?”
“I’m going to that party this weekend.”
“…Yeah?” he asks as he shifts his weight, his eyebrows drawing in ever so slightly as his gaze lifts to yours.
“I tutor, you know—”
“Some of the other frat guys, yeah,” he tracks, answering for you, getting a little impatient about who this is all for.
“Just getting this vibe from Mason. I don’t know. He’s sweet.”
“Mason Jennings?” Rafe asks, arms pulling away from you to cross over his chest, biceps pulling the arms of his t-shirt taut. “Is he just bein’ nice? Or…”
You scrunch your nose in annoyance, scoffing before you turn around. “Whatever, Rafe.” You chuckle weakly, bending over to grab your skirt and your sweater, but he’s scrambling again.
“Stop. Just, don’t—calm down,” he grabs the clothes off your hands, tossing them back to the floor. He lifts both hands, lashes fluttering as he rakes his fingers through his hair.
“He’s not just being nice. He’s not pitying me—”
“Well, that last part didn’t leave my mouth,” he chuckles tiredly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as his gaze travels down your body. He hangs his head for a moment, lost in thought.
“And, I know I’m just your Ancient Lit tutor, but don’t tell women to calm down—”
“You’re right. You’re right about everything, actually.”
You blow out a breath, rolling your eyes. “Well, as fun as it’s been standing in front of you for the last fifteen minutes in my bra and panties begging you to teach me—”
“You didn’t beg,” he answers, cutting you off as you spin out, his hand reaching out to grab your hand, fingers tracing down your arm to find yours, urging you closer. “You asked me once. You said please. That’s not begging.”
His thumb rubs along your knuckles, his lips tugging to the side as he thinks a little more.
“Mason’s my friend. That’s why I asked if he was being nice.”
“Okay?”
“He was supposed to be in the class with me across the hall, then I saw you walk into Ancient Lit—”
“Mhmm…”
“And I switched classes,” he continues, the corner of his mouth tipping up like he’s playing it back.
You nod, your eyes following the chain on his chest as it flickers with his quicker breathing before he speaks again.
“Already felt like I was doin’ something wrong asking you for help on day one before we even got our first assignment… Seems like a conflict of interest if I teach you how to do that, feeling like I feel. Do you know what I mean?”
The question breathes past his lips and, just like Rafe, your heart starts to race a little faster. “I think so.”
“Yeah, I like you,” he answers honestly, the words cracking a little at the end with nerves. Your cheeks swell with warmth, the little tingles in your body getting stronger.
“Were you gonna tell me?” you ask.
“Eventually… Just didn’t feel right letting you do that without knowing—” You steal the words off his lips with a kiss and he deepens it instantly, arms wrapping around your body, fingers sliding into your hair. He kisses you so deep your back bows, but he has you, holding you in his big arms, his soft lips pressing against yours.
He kisses you again, softer this time, then one more, smiling into your kiss.
“I can still teach you,” he whispers, taking off his shirt.
“Yeah?” you ask.
“If you want me,” he sighs when your palms rest on his strong chest.
“Beg,” you breathe, and he laughs against your mouth, liking how that word sounds leaving your lips.
“You want me to beg?” he asks, feeling as you hum a mhmm against his mouth. “I want you.” His rough palm falls with those words, slipping under the lace of your thong, squeezing your ass. “You have no idea what I’ve been dreaming about doing to you. This… This is exactly what I need. So, please, baby.”
“Baby?” you hum.
“You’ll call me that one day,” he says confidently, feeling your soft giggle against his lips. “Got a good feeling about us.”
“Teach me,” you smile, and he sighs, the muscles in his shoulders softening.
He looks at you for a second before he says anything, the corner of his mouth tugging up like he still can’t believe you chose him in the first place.
“You gonna let me teach you anything else?” he says quietly against your lips, stealing a kiss.
“Maybe,” you tease, fingers falling down his stomach, tracing over his abs, feeling them flex tighter under your touch. “Second session.”
“Seriously?” he asks breathlessly, following your gaze as your nails trace along the top of his sweats. “Sounds perfect.”
“So, what do I do now?” you whisper, fingers looping under the band of his pants.
“We’re startin’ the lesson from up here?” he asks, chuckling warmly when you mumble yes. “Kisses. Just like you are now. S’perfect.”
“Okay,” you hum.
“Move to my neck, and your hand.” The words leave him slowly as he grabs yours, lifting and placing you on top of that thick bulge between his thighs. “Right here.”
His breathing changes and his voice dips lower as he guides you to rub your hand on top. “Gotta tease me a little. I want this too fuckin’ bad, okay? Make me sweat a little. Don’t let me have it yet.”
You hum out a yes, kissing your way along his sharp jaw as your hand strokes his long, hard cock over the cotton. You can feel him tilt into you a little, pushing himself into your hand.
His face turns into you a little when you get to his ear, hands resting on your body still. “Tighter,” he mutters and you can hear the smile in his voice as your hand squeezes around him.
“Like that?”
“Just like that.”
You kiss under his ear and his head falls to the side, your lips working down the column of his neck, feeling his pulse hammer against your lips.
“Lick,” he murmurs, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your neck to keep you close, your tongue tracing up the trail of kisses you just left. Rafe shudders out a breath, goosebumps fanning across his tan skin.
“Talk to me,” he rasps, turning his face slightly to look you in the eyes, the tension between you thick. “You want it? Let me know.”
“What I want to do to you?”
“You can lie,” he answers softly, tipping your lips toward him when his fingers hook under your chin.
“I don’t wanna lie.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you answer as he draws you in for a kiss.
“Tell me.”
“I want you to teach me—”
“No,” he stops you, his brows furrowing when it sounds like less than he was hoping for—like you’re using him instead of wanting this too.
“Listen,” you breathe.
“Yes, ma’am,” he answers, through a soft smile.
“I want you,” you whisper, tilting closer with each word. “To teach me what you like. So, I can do it again. And, again. I want to get so good at it, that it’s all you can think about.”
“Fuck, baby,” he huffs, gaze lingering as you drop down on your knees in front of him, pressing kisses as you go, his cock painfully hard. “How are you—you sound like you know what you’re doing.”
“In theory,” you answer, wrapping your fingers around the gray material at his hips. “Not in practice.”
“That book you have, huh?” he asks as his fingers find their way into your hair, guiding you to look back at him from where you sit on your knees.
“Mhmm,” you answer, dragging the cozy material down his legs, watching his thigh muscles tense and soften.
“Looked it up. Had to figure out why you were blushin’ like that yesterday before class,” he drawls, cupping your chin in his hand, thumb tracing your bottom lip. “Look so fuckin’ good on your knees, you know that?”
“Thank you,” you whisper, his smile spreading with yours. Your hands work up his thighs, resting on his boxers, tracing along the length of his thick dick, straining the material, his tip leaking through the fabric.
“Suck that. It’ll fuckin’ kill me,” he sighs as your focus stays fixed on the dark spot.
“Over your boxers?” you ask, already leaning in, your gaze flicking up to him. “You don’t want my mouth?” The question leaving your lips a hell of a lot more like taunting than asking, making him chuckle.
“You have no idea,” the words barely leave his lips when your mouth wraps around him, the fabric resting against your tongue. The taste comes second, his tip warm and throbbing—his hold on your hair tightening the wetter it gets.
You can feel the arousal soak the lace between your thighs, a steady pulse thumping, your body aching for contact—especially when that first sound of pleasure falls from his lips.
“Goddamn,” he groans, his jaw locking. You reach up without being told and he sucks a sharp breath through his nose when you cup his heavy balls in your hand. “Mhmm…” the praise breathes through a pleasured hum, nodding as you roll them in your hand, still sucking him through the cotton.
“More?” you ask, your breath hitting the place you mouthed, air filling his lungs at the sensation.
“Shit, pretty—yeah,” he slurs, drinking you in with his heavy stare as your hands follow the band of his boxers, tracing his sharp v-lines. You lean in, pressing a kiss on the soft skin below his bellybutton, just above the elastic.
He tips his chin toward you, shaking his head.
“You’re gonna be so good at this, baby,” his voice softens. “So fuckin’ perfect at everything. Why wouldn’t you be?”
His praise goes straight through you, your body drawing closer, settling a little more. He shifts his stance ever so slightly, his jaw tightening as he feels how wet your pussy is when your weight lands on top of his foot.
Your body moves instinctually, rocking your hips a little, feeling some relief you hadn’t known was building. “Feels good?” he asks, already seeing it in your body language. “Teach you how to ride my thigh. You’ll love it.” His words come out a little distracted as he watches your hands disappear behind your back.
“Next lesson?” you ask through a little smile.
“Don’t know if I can wait,” he confesses. “Take it off,” his voice dips, and you unclasp your bra, letting it fall away. He pushes out a breath, looking down at you, feeling that desperation he told you would come if you teased him—and you are.
You lift your hands, pinching the cotton, pulling down his boxers too. His cock strains—long and weighed down—that heavy walk he carries around campus clearly needed.
Your mouth starts to water, the blushed tip of his dick leaking with wet. “Kiss it off, baby,” he hums and you nod. Your lips press against the warm head of his dick, kissing it off just like he asked. “Just toy with me, yeah?”
Rafe’s words come out a little tighter and breathless. His eyes roll back in his head when your tongue curls around his tip, dipping in the slit, your other hand stroking slowly.
“Tongue out,” he tells you, wrapping his big fist around his dick, slapping the tip against your tongue. “Beautiful,” the word comes out quiet. “Kiss again,” he guides you. You press your lips into a pout, slick from spit, and he rubs his head against them messily.
He hums out a sound of approval, nodding down to his dick. Your hand circles him again, tongue dragging up the side of him as well, following a vein that maps all the way from base to top, your name dripping past his lips as his head hangs between his shoulders, chain swaying off his neck.
“Take as much as you want. You’re doing so fucking good—so, so good,” he sighs. “You can’t fit it all. That’s okay, baby. Just use your hand for the rest. Get me good and wet.”
You spit on his tip and his eye rolls back like there were two options to get him slicked up and you chose the best fucking one. Your hand circles around his thickness, stroking at the base a few times.
“Please,” he exhales, and your lips tilt into a smile before your lips wrap around him fully, taking him deep in your mouth.
You moan around him, discouraged for a moment about how much of him is left and how little you’ve taken in. Your mouth is stuffed, the look on his face letting you know that it’s more than enough for him.
“Holy shit,” he gasps. “Fuck, you feel so good.” When your hand wraps around him again, his eyebrows knitting tight.
You can feel his blood pumping through his cock, his hold on your head careful, like he wants you to guide the pace and not the other way around. For a moment he seemingly forgets about the task at hand as you work him with your mouth and your fist.
“Like—fuck me…” he sighs, losing his train of thought, the muscles in his thighs trembling. “Like this, baby.” He wraps his hand around yours at the thick base of his cock, twisting it slightly instead of jerking it back and forth.
“Yeah. That’s it,” he breathes, smiling as you start to bob around his length, rutting your pussy on top of him with the tempo of your mouth.
“Gonna use you a little,” he pants, resting his hands on your cheeks. “Tap out if it’s too much, alright? Breathe through your nose.”
He gives you a few shallow thrusts, melting like putty in your hand when you gag around him, smiling when you don’t push him away, resting your hands on the back of his thighs instead to keep you right where you’re at.
“Good girl,” he hums, making you choke on his cock again and again. Your vision starts to swim with it, tears pooling along your lashes. Your eyes flutter shut and the wet rolls down your cheeks.
“Goddamn, baby,” he mumbles as he reaches his thumb out, tracing it under your eye, catching some tears as they fall.
“You’re a natural, baby,” he hums, sucking the tears off his thumb, handing back control, looking down at you like he’s proud.
“Let me thank you after this.” The words breathe past his lips as you suck and stroke, jaw aching from the stretch, moaning around his dick, the vibrations making his jaw tighten as he realizes just how much pleasure you’re getting from having his heavy cock in your mouth.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet… Fuck my thigh. Let me clean that up for you—teach you how to ride my face instead.”
His breathing changes and the grip on the back of your head suddenly tightens. The wet sounds fill the room around you, cock slipping through your spit, moans and grunts breaking past his lips getting closer and closer by the second.
“Gonna—I’m gonna cum, baby. You don’t have to swallow it,” he breathes, but you know he wants to finish deep in your throat.
Your hands move a little higher, nails sliding down the back of his ass and thighs and he loses it completely, climaxing with a deep moan, ropes and ropes of cum slipping down the back of your throat.
Your eyes slam shut and you swallow hard, sucking through it until he’s holding you in place, panting in overstimulation, each slide of your tongue making him flinch.
He smiles as he pulls you off him nice and slow, his breath leaving him shakily.
“Fuck, baby,” he hums. “Lemme see.”
You giggle breathily, holding out your clean tongue for him. He shakes his head and smiles, helping you up to your feet. His hand cradles your cheek, the other wrapping around your waist as he reaches for a breath.
“How was that, baby?” you ask.
His forehead tilts to rest against yours, his thumb brushing the apple of your cheek. “Baby?” he breathes, kissing you gently.
You tilt your head, lips drawing to the side. “I have a good feeling about us too?”
“You do?”
“I do.”
He kisses you again, deep and claiming. “That was perfect.”
“Yeah?” you ask sweetly, feeling his hands wrap around your body, dropping low, rough thumbs slipping under your lace thong, pulling it down this time instead, humming against your lips as your breasts press against his bare chest, your panties tumbling down your thighs.
He lifts you effortlessly off your feet into his strong arms, walking with you to his bed, resting you down on top before mounting it fast, caging you under his weight.
You suck in a sharp breath as he rolls you on top of him, your knees sinking into the mattress. His hands drag up your thighs, resting on your ass, pulling you closer to his lips. The warmth of his breath hits your wet pussy and your head falls back.
I feel like boxer!rafe would be the kind of guy who would like drag you away from stores after a long day of you draining his wallet. (Smut!! Closer to the end!!)
And no, Rafe’s not an evil boyfriend, he’d buy you the world if he could. He’s just tired from his matches earlier that day, he’d went all out. Obviously, you had your own money, but why spend yours when you could spend his?
Rafe would’ve been patient through the first few stores, then you saw a thrift store (of course he let you in there, he had to), then you saw a designer shoe store, and you looked up at him all sweetly and innocent before dropping the fact that you’ve been wanting Miss Z’s since forever.
He looked up to the sky and exhaled as if he was looking for patience,”Seriously?”
And you nodded aggressively,”Yesyesyes!”
He looked at you, and sighed,”I really can’t say no can I?”
You grabbed his arm,”Nope!”
And he let you walk him there. You went straight to the Louboutin section, then got the shoes in your size—but wait—the Dior section looked good, so you browsed. Rafe ended up choosing one out for you, it was a pair of Adiorable slingback pumps.
You narrowed your eyes,”I thought you didn’t wanna come in here, Ray?”
He looked at you and shrugged,”Didn’t, but you’d just look good in these soo pshhh.”
Then you started tickling him, and he started tickling you back, and then he joked that he’d run out on you then you stopped…then hit his arm as your proof of winning. He just rolled his eyes.
After a quick snack at a cute bakery you said you had to try because well the cinnamon rolls looked good (Rafe was hungry so he went in there with joy), you stumbled across a boutique.
You weren’t really a reseller, you just wanted some stuff to inspire you on your next estate sale or Depop search for your own boutique. Rafe seemed to be distracted, so if you walked in there before he could see…then well he’d come find you and he’d have to pay.
But he saw and paused, and gave you a sideways glance and chuckled,”Seriously?”
You pretended not to hear him, already two steps to the door.
“Uh-uh. I love you, but not on my watch.”
In three long strides he caught up, grabbing you by the waist rom behind gently and picking you up and setting you back on track, well after kissing you silly of course.
You giggled,”Just one more!”
Rafe grabbed your face lightly with both hands and matched your tone of voice,”That’s what you said two stores ago, baby!”
“Walk.”
“Ray…”
“Walk.”
You rolled your eyes,”Fine.”
He stepped in beside you, draping an arm on your shoulder,”There’s always gonna be more shopping. How many things do you have waiting on that wishlist of yours?”
You thought for a second.
“I don’t know, I lost count.”
He nodded,”Perfext. I’ll buy all that. You give me the list and we go buy ‘em. But I gotta save my wallet. I have a chip coming up, and it’s big money.”
“Big money?”
“I could buy you the world and more, Y/n”
You kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear in a sultry tone,” You better win, buster.”
He inhaled sharply,”Don’t talk like that.”
You giggled,”What do you mean?”
“The voice.”
“What voice?”
He sighed,”Forget it.”
He opened the passenger side door, he tapped your ass softly. You turned around and stuck your tongue out. He went round the other side. You guys sat there.
Then you leaned over the console and whispered in his ear,”This voice, Rafe?”
He tossed his head back and ran his hand over his face,”Damn…”
The drive home was quiet, but the air between you still was heavy with tension. Rafe kept glancing over at you, cheeks a little flushed, one hand resting on your thigh like he needed the contact. That sultry whisper in his ear had clearly done its job.
By the time you got inside, he was already soft-eyed and pliant. You pushed him gently back against the closed door and kissed him slow and deep, tasting the faint salt of his post-fight exhaustion. He melted into it immediately, hands settling lightly on your waist instead of gripping hard.
“You’ve been so good to me today,” you murmured against his lips, sliding your hands under his sweatshirt to trace the ridges of his abs. “Carrying all my bags. Letting me drag you around. My big strong boxer… all tired and sweet for me now.”
Rafe let out a shaky breath, head tipping back against the door. “Baby…”
You tugged his sweatshirt off, kissing down his chest as you went. When you nipped lightly at his collarbone he whimpered—actually whimpered—and the sound went straight between your legs.
“Bedroom,” you said softly, taking his hand.
He followed without protest, letting you guide him. Once you had him sitting on the edge of the bed, you straddled his lap, cupping his face in both hands. His eyes were heavy-lidded, lips parted, already breathing harder.
“Can I take care of you tonight?” you asked, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone.
He nodded quickly, cheeks pink. “Yeah… yeah, please.”
You kissed him again, slower this time, grinding gently in his lap while your fingers worked open his jeans. When you freed his cock, it was already leaking at the tip, flushed and heavy against his stomach. Rafe hissed when you wrapped your hand around him, stroking lazily.
“Feels so good,” he mumbled, hips twitching up into your fist. “Don’t tease me too much tonight, I’m already—”
“Shh. I’ve got you.”
You pushed him back until he was lying down, then stripped the rest of his clothes off, followed by your own. Climbing back on top, you rubbed yourself along his length, coating him in your wetness. Rafe’s hands fisted the sheets, eyes fixed on where your bodies were almost joined.
“Please,” he whispered, voice cracking just a little. It was rare to hear him like this—needy, unguarded, completely at your mercy—and it made you ache.
You sank down onto him inch by inch, both of you moaning softly. Once he was fully inside, you stayed still for a moment, just feeling him throb, and leaned forward to kiss him again. Sweet, lingering kisses while you started rolling your hips in slow, deep circles.
Rafe’s head fell back, exposing the long line of his throat. “Fuck… you’re so warm. So tight. I love when you ride me like this.”
You smiled, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “Yeah? You like letting me use you after you’ve been such a good boy all day?”
He nodded frantically, hands sliding up to rest on your hips—not guiding, just holding on. You kept the pace languid and playful, grinding down every time he bottomed out, occasionally leaning down to suck little marks onto his chest and shoulders. Every soft moan and whimper he gave you was gold.
When you sat up again and started bouncing a little faster, his eyes fluttered shut.
“Look at me, baby,” you coaxed.
He did, gaze glassy and adoring. “Gonna cum soon if you keep doing that… feels too good.”
“Not yet,” you teased lightly, slowing down again until he was whining beneath you, hips chasing yours. “Want to play a little longer. You can hold it for me, can’t you?”
Rafe nodded, biting his lip hard. “I can… I will. For you.”
You rewarded him by reaching down to rub your clit while still moving on his cock, letting him watch. His breaths came quicker, chest rising and falling, but he stayed perfectly obedient, letting you set the pace.
Eventually you took pity on him, leaning down to kiss him messily as you rode him harder.
“Cum with me,” you whispered against his mouth.
Rafe’s arms wrapped around your back, holding you close as he finally let go—thick, warm pulses deep inside you while he moaned your name like a prayer. The feeling pushed you over the edge right after him, trembling on top of him as pleasure washed through you in soft, rolling waves.
You stayed like that for a long time afterward, still connected, trading lazy kisses and gentle touches. Rafe’s hands stroked up and down your spine, his voice sleepy and content when he finally spoke.
“Love you spoiling me sometimes too,” he admitted quietly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Especially after a day like today.”
You smiled, nuzzling into his neck. “Good. Because I’m nowhere near done taking care of my tired boxer tonight.”
a/n :: found this in my notes app , it’s been sitting there since march. english is not my first language !!
c/w :: suggestive , idk what else. reblog for support <3
you were straddling his lap,face burried in his neck while he ran his hands through your hair. you had a bad day at work,your boss always acted bitchy but today he was extra. when you got home with tears in your eyes you tried to hide it from rafe, but he saw it anyway. he always did.
so here you were, on his lap, him asking you for the 100th time what was bothering you. “it’s really nothing rafe, just my boss” “fuck,i told you to quit your job if he acts up and makes you upset, i make more than enough baby. you can just sit at home and relax” you pushed him at the chest, ”no rafe i’m not going to depend on a man! and besides you don’t have to worry about me i can handle him just fine.” you tried to escape his grip but his strong arms caught your waist and made you unintentionally grind down on him. that made you gasp, and when you looked at him with those fucking big and pretty eyes, you saw him smirking. “c’mon baby,don’t be like that. i’m just suggesting” you rolled your eyes and the second you did, he flipped you both over so that he was on top of you. “did you just roll your eyes?” you bit your lip to hide your smile, “no,you are imagining things.” he chuckled and put your legs on his shoulders,playing with your pajama shorts. “well i guess i need to teach you manners, right bunny?” he took your shorts and panties off at the same time,playing with you and looking up at you to see your already cockdrunk state.
Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd; Tim Drake, Wally West
Contents: fem!reader, suggestive, established relationship, implied nudity, texting
Dick Grayson
You two often send stupid selfies to each other as a one time view.
So he inst surprised when he gets one at a random time during the day. He opens it, not expecting to see your tits on full display.
He immediately turns off his phone.
Takes a second to breath, and excuses himself from wherever he is at the moment.
When he finds a private space somewhere, he sends you a pic of his shirt rolled up, abs showing and part of his grin showing in the corner of the photo.
Jason Todd
When he gets a text from you, asking if he´s alone, he´s imediatly on high alert, thinking something happened to you.
So when he answers with "yes" and you send him a pic as one time view, hes confused.
He opens it, obviously, and is really thankful that hes not driving right now. Hes literally gawking at how your naked body is positioned in the picture.
He texts you a quick "be there in ten" before swinging back onto his bike and making his, very uncomfortable, way back home.
Tim Drake
You've been sitting inside your apartment the whole day, trying to avoid the burning sun.
At some point, Tim had been convinced by you to go out to get you some ice cream. He´d been out for all of five minutes, before he gets a notification on his phone.
He opens the photo and almost chokes on nothing at you tits out on the sofa.
The message after the photo reads: "don´t forget the ice cream"
Wally West
Before leaving to hang out with his friends, he promised you he wouldn't come home late.
Well, now it was past midnight already.
While talking to a friend, Wally gets a notification.
Without thinking to much about it, he opens it and immediately fezzes. It was a pic of you touching yourself. He almost drops the phone, his ears turning bright red.
He hears snickering behind him.
"Uh... I gotta go."
Before anyone can ask another question, he's gone. Wally has never made it home faster.
c/w ᝰ.ᐟ fluff!! + pet names (baby, pretty + no y/n) ᢉ𐭩✴︎˚
“…Did she say why?”
You glance up from the dresser drawer you’d been emptying, folding another sweatshirt before setting it carefully into the box between stacks of jeans.
“No.”
The answer hangs there longer than either of you expects. Half the shelves sit empty already, picture frames stacked neatly on the floor beside labeled storage bins.
The pale pink curtains she’d picked out when she was seven still sway softly in the ocean breeze drifting through the cracked balcony door, and one wall is covered in faded rectangles where photos and posters had hung for years before she’d peeled every last one down this morning.
It feels strange looking at it now—like somebody had packed away pieces of her without asking either of you first.
Rafe stands in the middle of the room with one of her hoodies draped over his shoulder, staring after the last box she’d carried down the hall.
“I mean…” he scratches the back of his neck, still looking toward the open bedroom door. “Did she say why she wanted that room so bad?”
You shake your head, climbing up her bookshelf ladder. “No, baby.”
His jaw works once before he nods to himself, looking down at the hoodie in his hands.
“I think she’s just ready.”
He lets out a quiet huff through his nose. “Ready for what?”
“To be thirteen.”
His shoulders sink almost immediately.
“You know…” you continue softly, sliding another pile of books into the next box. “Max moved down the hall when he was thirteen.”
“I know.”
“She probably just wants her own space.”
“I know,” he mumbles, every answer gets quieter than the last. “…Still hurts.”
Rafe kneels down on the floor, arm stretching under the bed, pulling out a box. He wipes a light covering of dust with his palm, Winnie’s Treasures etched across the top in Rafe’s scratchy writing, making his lips draw to the side and his eyes go wide like he already knows he’s close to tears. He doesn’t need another reason to let them slip.
He pulls back one flap, peering inside, then the other. His heart swells and his nose scrunches, his lashes fluttering fast as the memories come flooding back—and some stirring up nothing at all—no recollection of why he’s seeing what he’s seeing. A forgotten memory. And, he can’t decide what hurts the most.
The first thing he reaches for is the little stuffed bunny tucked against one side of the box, once white but softened into a warm cream after years of being dragged through the house by one floppy ear.
Rafe turns it over in his hands, his thumb finding the corner where the fur has been rubbed almost completely raw, worn flat from Winnie brushing it back and forth across the tip of her nose whenever she was tired.
His expression crumples as he stares down at it, remembering how that same ear would disappear beneath her tiny fist while she fought sleep against his chest.
“She wouldn’t go anywhere without this thing,” he murmurs, running his thumb over the bare patch again before carefully setting the bunny beside his knee instead of burying it beneath everything else.
He lifts out a tiny yellow sleeper no bigger than both of his hands, unfolding it carefully, the little feet dangling. The cotton has gone softer after years tucked away in storage, but one tiny milk stain still clings stubbornly near the collar.
His thumb rubs over it without thinking, just like it had in the middle of the night thirteen years earlier when he’d stood over the washer with a toothbrush and some stain remover, convinced if she looked perfectly clean that would somehow convince everyone around him that he had it together—that you weren’t two twenty-year-olds with two babies and not a single clue what you were doing.
A quiet laugh slips through his nose.
You watch him smoothing the fabric flat again, fingertips tracing little wrinkles that had settled over the years, and your chest tightens because he still handles every piece of your children’s lives like they’re made of glass.
“We really had no clue what we were doing,” you whisper, seemingly reading his mind.
“No… We were pretty convincing though,” he chuckles softly.
“We were,” you whisper. “Remember when she had her first cold?”
Rafe hangs his head between his shoulders, chuckling softly. “‘Course I do… Why was that so scary?”
“I remember we finally got her to sleep and we snuck into her room, just to make sure she was breathing.”
“And every twenty minutes after that,” he whispers. “I still check. Can’t help it.”
“I know.”
Rafe folds the sleeper, laying it back into the box again. “…No way.” He slides an old vinyl record free, laughing under his breath before the cover is even visible. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
Dust clings to the cardboard sleeve until he wipes it away with the side of his hand, turning it over slowly like he hasn’t seen it in years.
“I couldn’t sing a damn song off this album,” he mumbles, replaying those moments he’d walk circles around the nursery with Winnie tucked against his shoulder, humming softly until she fell asleep.
He pulls the record out of the sleeve, studying the back, each scuff telling a story. His eyes lift to yours for a second, the smile on his lips turning quieter before he slips the record carefully back inside its sleeve.
He reaches into the bottom of the box again and pulls free an old paper envelope. A handful of photographs slide into his palm when he tips it over, the first one stopping him before he can look through the rest.
Max is balanced in Rafe’s arms beside Winnie’s hospital bassinet, dressed in tiny boat shoes and a little polo with his baseball cap turned backward over hair long enough to curl around his ears.
“Look at him,” Rafe whispers. “He was still a baby too.”
“He was,” you say softly, when he turns the picture toward you. “You wouldn’t let anybody cut his hair because you said he wasn’t ready.”
“I wasn’t ready,” he corrects, laughing gently as his eyes move across the picture again.
The laughter slowly fades, leaving him staring at two children who had once fit together inside his arms and now needed bedrooms on opposite ends of a house too big to ever feel full without them.
His features tighten, holding back tears. He flips the next photo and that emotion he’d been fighting finally breaks free, his thumb brushing beneath one eye before the tear can fall any farther.
His girl.
You’re sitting upright in a hospital bed with Winnie tucked against your chest, your hair tangled around your face and your eyes heavy from exhaustion, but you’re smiling down at her.
Rafe’s sitting beside you, one arm curled around your shoulders and his other hand resting over Winnie’s tiny body, but the fear in his younger face is unmistakable now that he knows what he’s looking for.
“I don’t remember this,” he admits, his voice fraying at the edges. “I know I was there. I remember bein’ scared, but I don’t remember this.”
Rafe looks down at the photograph again, his throat working around whatever he can’t quite say.
“Wish I remembered,” he whispers, his words so soft you don’t even catch it.
Rafe sets the last photograph back inside the envelope before sliding everything carefully into the box again. His palm lingers against the lid for another second before a soft creak overhead finally pulls him back into the present.
You’re balanced near the top of the rolling library ladder tucked against Winnie’s built-in bookshelf, one foot planted carefully on the step beneath you while you reach toward the highest shelf.
Rafe is already crossing the room before he really thinks about it—the ladder giving another tiny groan beneath your weight.
His hand settles instinctively against the rail, the other comes to rest against the back of your thigh, brushing once against your leg as though making sure you’re steady.
You look down at him and smile. Your stomach sinks, your heart breaking for him because his blue eyes are shimmering with unfallen tears, reddened slightly from trying to keep it together. Your bottom lip juts out slightly. You can’t help it. A chuckle breaks past his lips.
“Please,” he stops you. “Just—I’m fine, baby.”
You know he’s not, but you also know that he’s exhausted his emotions for the moment, and he’s hoping you’ll give him a chance to catch his breath.
“Co’mere,” he nods for you to come down and you step carefully onto the next rung, his hand never leaving your leg until both feet find the hardwood again.
Before you can move away, he reaches for the books in your hands and sets them beside the others waiting to be carried to her new space.
His hands settle at your hips while the curtains billow softly in the midsummer breeze. Rafe draws a deep, needed breath as your arms wrap around his neck, his big arms lacing a little tighter around your waist, needing you close.
“Keep thinkin’ about our little house.”
A smile tugs at your mouth immediately. “The air conditioner barely worked?”
“Mhmm.”
“The kitchen sink that leaked every other week.”
“…I fixed that thing six times.” He sighs. “Figured it out eventually.”
“You did,” you whisper, nails scratching into the hair curling beneath his hat. “It was perfect.”
“It was… We figured it out.”
“We did.”
His thumbs drift slowly across your hips before his eyes wander around the room again.
“I was sittin’ over there lookin’ through all her baby stuff…” he says quietly, nodding back toward the box still resting beside the bed. “And all I could think about was how fast we did it.”
You tilt your head slightly, waiting for him to gather the words he’s trying to say.
“We were runnin’ the whole time,” he whispers. “But I keep thinkin’…” He pauses, searching your face before the words finally find him. “We’re not those kids anymore. We’ve got time now.”
A smile tilts on the corners of his lips, forehead tilting forward, resting against you.
“I’d like to do it again, baby,” he murmurs. He steps just a little closer until hardly any space remains between the two of you. “…I think we’d actually get to slow down and remember it all.”
You close your eyes for a second, feeling his breath against your lips.
“What do you say, pretty…” he whispers. “One more?”
bff rafe thats has a past of being a notorious fuckboy is shocked when his lifelong bff (reader) mentions that shes a virgin bc shes undeniably HOT. and hes experienced... shes not... so they do something about it..!
pov. while playing truth or dare, he discovers his long time bestfriend (who’s so hot and cute) has never had sex before.
notes. i love this plot, it’s so similar to my nerd x frat boy rafe fanfic! thank you for recommending this anonymous
content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, gentle sex, vanilla sex, praising, cussing, titty sucking, no proof read, rafe teaching kissing, oral sex
rafe grew up swearing he’d never be attracted to you, swore he’d never let himself be perverted toward you. but ever since you hit college, it’s been a different story.
he’s been with so many girls. every age, every type, but none of them ever hit like you do. your tits sit so perfectly in your bra that he gets nervous whenever you stand there casually talking about life while getting dressed.
he’s seen you almost naked plenty of times, just in a bra and panties, but never fully bare. he acted cool in the moment, eyes not lowering down to the obvious outline of your pussy. but he’d be lying if he said he’d never fantasized about you being fully bare and finally seeing the outlines.
the soft curves of your body make him hard in seconds. even the lightest brush of his fingers against you while he was taking a photo for your mom’s facebook left him aching.
it’s honestly laughable how many times rafe has told himself you’re completely off limits. all those almost-kisses, the times he’s accidentally walked in on you changing, and the sharp jealousy he felt whenever his friends started showing interest in you, none of it helped.
but right now, the two of you are playing truth or dare with a generous side of alcohol that wasn’t exactly part of the rules. it’s been light and playful so far; crushes, stripping off a hoodie or socks, handstands against the wall, holding your breath for thirty seconds. then you both decided to make it more interesting.
“someone you’d fuck for access to their partner?” you asked, reading from a website full of spicy questions. rafe laughed. “any lesbian couple,” he teased. you rolled your eyes. “cheater!” you yell. he grinned before asking his own. “do you prefer virgins or experienced guys?” he questioned. the question came too smooth, like he’d been waiting to ask it for a while. “i don’t know… i’m a virgin,” you said, then laughed. “i haven’t gotten that far yet.” you add.
rafe didn’t laugh with you. he stared at you like you’d just said something insane. “what?” he asked quietly. “sorry, i was joking,” you clarified, still smiling. “i meant i basically am a virgin.” you continue.
his expression didn’t change. his eyes dragged slowly down your body, taking you in. “no… i heard you,” he said, voice low. you blinked, suddenly aware of how intently he was looking at you. “oh.” a small smile tugged at your lips.
“how are you still a virgin?” he asked before he could stop himself. his gaze wandered shamelessly over your curves, no longer pretending it was casual. you felt heat rise in your cheeks, but the alcohol made you bold. “wanna come do something about it?” you teased, locking eyes with him.
rafe’s smirk was slow and hungry. “you giving me a go?” he asked and you paused, tilting your head as you held his stare. then you nodded.
rafe didn’t waste another second. still sitting on the floor across from you, he leaned forward, one hand bracing on the carpet as he closed the distance.
his other hand gently cupped the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheek. you could smell the faint mix of his cologne and the alcohol on his breath right before his lips met yours.
the kiss was soft at first, warm and careful, like he was testing the waters. but when you stayed frozen, unsure, he pulled back just enough to look at you. “i… i don’t know how to kiss,” you whispered, a little embarrassed.
rafe’s eyes softened, but his smirk stayed. “that’s okay, baby. i’ll teach you.” he said. he tilted your chin up slightly with his fingers. “just relax your lips… don’t tense up.” his voice was low and patient. “follow what i do.” he adds.
he leaned in again, slower this time, pressing his mouth to yours with a little more pressure. his lips moved gently, guiding yours to part just enough. when you started to mirror him, he hummed approvingly against your mouth.
“good girl… like that,” he murmured between kisses. “use a little tongue if you want.”
he demonstrated, licking softly at your bottom lip until you opened for him. the moment your tongues touched, a small sound escaped you, and rafe deepened the kiss, taking control but staying gentle enough for you to keep up.
his hand slid into your hair, cradling the back of your head as he kissed you like he’d been waiting years to do it. he pulled back for air, forehead resting against yours, breathing a little heavier. “see? you’re a natural,” he whispered, voice rough. “again?” he whispered, voice low and rough.
you nodded, cheeks flushed. “yes.”
he pulled back just enough to look at you, a wicked little smirk tugging at his mouth. “beg me for it then.” he teased. you bit your lip, heart racing, but the heat between you made you brave. “please, rafe… kiss me. i want you to teach me.” you begged. his eyes darkened with satisfaction. “good girl.”
he leaned in and captured your mouth again, slow but deliberate to make you ache. “relax your lips,” he murmured against you. “open for me a little… yeah, just like that.” he kissed you deeper, guiding your mouth with his, teaching you how to move, how to respond, all to him. his tongue slipped in lazily, stroking yours until you started kissing him back properly, all soft and eager.
while his mouth worked against yours, your hands moved on their own. you tugged at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up slowly and over your head. he quickly kissed you once again, as you dropped it beside you, now sitting there in just your bra, chest rising and falling quickly.
rafe broke the kiss to look down at you. his gaze locked on your tits, big and perky, straining against the thin fabric of your bra. they were so full and plump, perfectly rounded with a soft, sexy bounce as you breathed. he smiled, slow and hungry. “so fucking pretty,” he breathed.
he couldn’t hold back anymore. rafe leaned down, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along the swell of your breasts. his hands cupped them, squeezing gently, feeling their weight and softness. “fuck… look at these tits,” he groaned, clearly obsessed with how big and plush they were.
he pulled one cup down, exposing a nipple, and immediately dragged his tongue over it before sucking it into his mouth. he moaned against your skin, sucking harder, switching between licking broad strokes and deep, greedy pulls. his other hand kneaded your other tit, thumb brushing the nipple through the fabric.
he was completely lost in them, burying his face between your soft, plump curves, kissing and sucking like he couldn’t get enough.
you got shy all of a sudden, face burning as the heat between your legs became too much. biting your lip, you reached down, grabbed his hand, and slowly guided it to the waistband of your shorts, pressing his fingers there.
rafe pulled back from your chest, eyes filled with desire and hungry as he understood exactly what you wanted. “yeah?” he murmured, voice rough. without another word he hooked his fingers into your shorts and panties, tugging them down your legs in one smooth motion and tossing them aside.
you were completely bare now. rafe’s gaze dropped between your thighs, and he let out a low groan. his fingers found your clit instantly, rubbing slow, firm circles over the sensitive little bundle. your hips jerked hard at the first touch, twitching and bucking uncontrollably as he played with your soaked, horny clit.
“fuck, look at you,” he breathed, eyes locked on the way your body reacted, twitching and jerking every time he stroked you. “so sensitive already.” he comments.
you moaned loudly, the sound spilling out as pleasure shot through you. your back arched and you leaned back until you were lying flat on the floor, chest heaving.
rafe didn’t stop. he moved down between your legs, spreading them wider. before you could catch your breath, he pinned your hips down firmly to the floor with both hands, holding you in place so you couldn’t squirm away.
then his mouth was on you. his tongue dragged hot and wet over your clit, licking and sucking with filthy hunger.
he kept you pinned down tight, strong hands gripping your thighs as he ate you out like he’d been starving for it, tongue flicking and circling, lips sucking gently then harder. every time you tried to buck or twist, his grip only tightened, keeping you right there for him.
rafe kept his mouth on you, licking and sucking your clit until your moans turned into desperate little cries. you couldn’t take it anymore.
“rafe… please,” you whimpered, voice shaky. “please fuck me. i want you inside me. please.” you plead.
he pulled back from between your thighs, lips shiny, eyes full with lust. “yeah? you want my cock, baby?” he asked, already moving up your body. he shoved his shorts down just enough, freeing himself, and settled between your spread legs. you nodded quickly, breathing fast. “please… i need it.” you continued on.
rafe leaned down, kissing you softly as he lined himself up. he rubbed the head of his cock against your soaked entrance, then started pushing in, very slow and careful.
just the tip stretched you open, and you gasped, body tensing hard. it was a lot. your hands flew to his shoulders, gripping tight as you struggled to adjust.
“shh, easy baby,” rafe murmured, voice low and sweet against your ear. he stayed perfectly still, only the head inside you. “you’re doing so good already. just breathe for me. we’ve got all the time you need, okay? i’m not gonna hurt you.” he says sweetly.
you whimpered, nodding, trying to relax around his thick tip. “that’s my good girl,” he praised, kissing your neck and jaw. “you can take it. just let me in nice and slow… there you go.” he continued.
he pushed forward another inch, then stopped again, letting you feel every bit of him. his hand stroked your hair, thumb brushing your cheek as he whispered encouragement. “look at you… so tight and pretty for me. you’re doing perfect, baby. whenever you’re ready, i’ll give you more. no rush.”
after a few deep breaths, the stretch started turning into something hotter. you nodded again, and rafe began moving, continuing the slow, shallow thrusts, easing more of his cock into you with every gentle rock of his hips. he kept talking you through it, voice warm and steady.
“feel that? that’s all for you. just relax and let me fuck you nice and slow… good girl. you’re taking me so well already.” he kept that gentle rhythm, letting you feel every inch as he worked himself deeper, patient and sweet while your body slowly opened up for him.
rafe kept his pace slow and deep, rocking into you with steady thrusts that gradually grew stronger. your legs were spread wide open for him, knees bent and falling further apart with every push of his hips. they bounced and shook each time he sank back in, the soft flesh of your thighs jiggling from the impact.
you were holding onto him for dear life. arms wrapped tightly around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders as your body rocked beneath him. every thrust pulled a shaky moan from your throat, your chest pressed flush against his while he fucked you.
“fuck… you feel so good,” he groaned against your neck, one hand gripping your thigh to keep you spread nice and wide for him. “look at these legs… all open for me.” he said.
your grip on him tightened as he thrust a little deeper, your walls fluttering around his cock. you buried your face in his shoulder, breathing hard, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded while he filled you over and over again.
the wet sounds of him sliding in and out mixed with your soft, desperate moans, your body bouncing gently on the floor with each roll of his hips. rafe kissed the side of your head, still talking you through it in that low, sweet voice. “that’s it, baby… just hold onto me. you’re taking my cock so fucking well.” he said.
rafe kept fucking you with his deep, and steady thrusts. your legs spread wide and bouncing softly with every roll of his hips. you were still clinging to him tightly when you reached up and tugged desperately at the bottom of his shirt.
“take it off,” you breathed.
he didn’t hesitate. rafe slowed his thrusts just enough to yank his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, since he has done it so many times, tossing it aside. the second his bare chest pressed against yours, you pulled him down harder, craving his mouth.
he leaned all the way down, covering your body with his as he kissed you. at first your kissing was eager but messy, a little too much tongue too fast, lips slipping awkwardly as you tried to keep up.
rafe smiled against your mouth. “slow down, baby,” he murmured, voice husky. “watch…”
he took control, tilting his head slightly and kissing you deeper, slower. his tongue slid sensually along yours, teasing and stroking in long, wet strokes that made your stomach flutter. you tried to match him but slipped again, pushing your tongue too eagerly. he gently sucked on your bottom lip, correcting you.
“easy… let me lead,” he whispered. “open your mouth a little more… yeah, you got it baby.” he coos.
then he really kissed you, hot, filthy, and unhurried. his tongue licked into your mouth deeply, curling around yours in slow, sexy strokes.
wet sounds filled the space between you as he fucked you and kissed you at the same time, tongues sliding and tangling sensually. every time you messed up the rhythm he fixed it with a soft groan, guiding you until you were kissing him back perfectly, sloppy, passionate, tongue heavy making out that left you both breathless.
you moaned into his mouth, legs trembling around his waist as he kept thrusting into you, never breaking the intense kiss. his tongue explored yours like he owned it, slow and dirty, sucking lightly on your tongue before sliding back in deep again.
“good girl” he praised against your lips once more, then dove right back in for another kiss. rafe groaned against your mouth as you kept kissing him, your tongues sliding hot and wet together. he could feel how desperate you were getting, the way your pussy clenched around him tighter with every thrust.
“you want it harder, baby?” he rasped, breaking the kiss just enough to look at you. you nodded, biting your lip. his hips snapped forward suddenly, driving his cock deeper and faster. your legs bounced harder, spread wide and shaking as he started fucking you with more force.
you cried out, nails digging into his back as he picked up the pace. the wet slap of skin on skin got louder, his thrusts turning rougher, pounding into you steadily. every hard stroke hit that perfect spot inside you, making your whole body jolt.
“rafe—fuck—” you moaned, holding onto him tighter, legs trembling uncontrollably around his waist. “that’s it,” he encouraged, fucking you harder, deeper, one hand gripping your thigh to keep you spread open for him. “cum on my cock, baby. i can feel how close you are.” he continues.
rafe kept pounding into you harder, hips snapping with deep, relentless thrusts that made your whole body bounce beneath him. your legs stayed spread wide, trembling violently as your orgasm crashed over you.
“rafe—!” you cried out, back arching hard off the floor as you came hard on his cock. your pussy clenched and pulsed around him in tight, wet spasms, gushing slick, creamy liquid all over his thick shaft. the warm wetness painted his dick with every thrust, coating him shiny and messy, dripping down his balls as he fucked you through it.
he looked down between your bodies, groaning loudly at the sight. “fuck, baby… look at that. you’re soaking my dick so good,” he rasped, voice strained with lust. he didn’t slow down, sliding in and out of your spasming, drenched pussy, the wet sounds even filthier now as your cum coated every inch of him.
your body kept twitching and jerking, soft whimpers falling from your lips while he kept thrusting through your orgasm, his cock glistening with your release.
𓂃✍︎ bf!rafe dealing with you squirming during sex . . .
summary: perhaps it was the fact that he was thrusting in a terribly fast and harsh pace, but you just couldnt seem to be able to stay still.
content: smut, dom!rafe with a lot of manhandling + talking you thru it, piv, positions change; missionary to doggystyle.
Both of your weeks ended like every sweet couples' usually do; using the last bits of your staminas just to get a satisfying release that'll clear out your heads from the long, tiring day. The word release, in this case, meaning sex till you're damn near breaking the bedframe.
That night, Rafe was being particularly rough, choosing the missionary position like he always does whenever he felt the desire to be the one 'in charge', placing wet, open-mouthed kisses around your neck while the sound of your moans fills his ear, his favorite melody.
Perhaps it was the fact that he had not only a tiring day but also a somewhat bad one, needing and chasing this satisfaction more than ever with his hips thrusting at a terrifyingly fast pace, practically slamming again and again into you while his fingers were grabbing onto your hips so tight it might even bruise your skin. His hands were a guide to your hips so you too were moving against him.
"Oh fuck... just like that..." he grunted, panting into your ear as he fasten his pace even more, your hips shoved together.
The problem isn't that you didn't like it, oh you fucking enjoyed it. Instead, the problem is the fact that you were a squirmy person, barely able to keep your limbs still as he drives his cock in and out of your pussy rapidly.
Your hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging into his burning skin, only to let go and grip onto the sheets instead, not even knowing what to hold onto anymore. Your back arched, hips stuttering frantically in his hold, making his control on your hips movement a tad difficult, meanwhile your toes curled with your legs restless and your head thrown back over the pillow.
A moan escapes your throat, loud and desperate, "Fu- mm.. fuck!" You gasped, "S-so fast! I... I can't- please!" You pleaded with him, your shaky hands reaching for his wrists to try and pull them off your hips.
"You can, baby... I know you can..." Rafe assured you with ragged breath, his voice incredibly calm for someone who's raging cock is pounding into you, "Shit... stop moving, can you?"
He let out a grunt, patience growing thinner with each movement you made, which then led him to grabbing your wrists with one hand and pinning them up above your head on the pillow.
With your hands stuck on that position, you could only arch your back and move your legs as the tip of his cock kept on hitting all the right spots to make your toes curl even more. It might just be your favorite feeling in the whole wide world.
"Stop moving around, baby..." Rafe groaned, feeling your tits pressed against his chest due to how much you were arching your back, his ears filled with your desperate, mumbled, and frantic pleas. "I know, I know... You can take it, okay? Just... ah fuck..." He whispered, ragged breath and moans of his own filled your ears.
Yet now with only one hand on your hip, it was harder to guide them to move against his when your just kept on squirming and wriggling, so much that his dick managed to slip out once. Which to Rafe, once was plenty.
Rafe let out another groan, "Goddamnit!" He took his hands off your wrists– only to flip you over onto your stomach, hands guiding your hips to be lift up to provide him with your ass in the air, "Fuck... hold on, baby..." He cooed, as if as a silent apology.
As he thrusted back into you hard and deep, his hands held your wrists behind your back tightly, the slight grin on his face showed how he was assured that now you weren't gonna move as much. Not even gonna be loud, not with your flushed face pressed against the pillow, surely.
"Ra... Rafe..." You managed to moan against the pillow, eyes rolled to the back of your head and drool pooling onto the white pillow case. The position you were in had the least possibility to squirm around, only able to wiggle your fingers.
Rafe just kept on pounding into you, longing to feel those walls squeeze around him and hear the loudest and dirtiest moan leave your swollen lips, to know you were satisfied with the night just as much as he was. And while he's at it, he was still busy holding your wrists together, keeping your roaming hands still from clawing onto him.
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