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the relationship between you and rafe were clear, the deal had been made long before it started. you took it seriouslyâunderstanding the boundaries set between the two of you without any complaintâwhy would you not when you did agree to it, right?
but it's way different for rafe. he acts like they don't exist, crossing the line every single time just to apologize and promising not to do it againâwhich is a lie. he swore that it was the too much hennessy he had, not realizing how he had broke everything on the list knowing full well he did it because he wants to.
it was another night where you find yourself with him, face buried in the too many pillows in your bed with your ass up in the air, his hands holding them in place. he was lost in the pleasure you seem to give, eyes shut as he pound into you from behind. he was gripping your skin so hard you're sure it'll bruise the next day.
"oh, fuckâ" he panted, pace going faster the more he hear how you sound under him. you were a mess, drunk in the way he's moving in and out of you as words tumble out of your mouthâthey were all nonsense to both your earsâwith your hand reaching back for him.
turning your head slightly, you can see himâeyes fluttering shut, hair sticking to his forehead as sweat ran down his neckâand it only turns you on even more as you grind back against him, chasing the high. he just had that effect on you and it drives you wild, needing more than you already got.
when he opens his eyes slightly, you can feel his pace faltering and you swore you heard him whimpering when he made eye contact with you before pulling out without a warning, making you whine at the sudden loss of him. he didn't waste any second to turn you over so you're laying on your back instead before plunging back in, bringing both your legs up to his shoulders.
the new position had you seeing stars as he went faster than he did before. both your hands reaching out for him, urging for him to be closer and he didn't hesitate to lean down, kissing his way up your neckâyour legs now pushed upâyou didn't notice how he's marking you, leaving hickies on your collarbone up to your neck before connecting his lips with yours.
your fingers went up into his hair, tugging them slightly when he pounded into you as you moan into the kiss. "rafe, pleaseâ" you choked, tears of pleasure escaping, making their way down your temples. he leaned his forehead against yours, you can feel his breath against your lips as he pick up his pace.
"open your eyes f'me, baby." he brushes your hair away from your face to look at you better, "need you to look at me," as his hand went down to where the two of you're connected, finding your clit as he circles it in a punishing pace that has you screaming his name. his free hand went up to your face, his thumb brushing your lower lip and you took it in your mouth without any warningâsucking and swirling your tongue around itâas you look at him in the eyes.
you didn't know what happenedâone second, you're noticing how his pace is starting to get messy and the next, he's already cumming inside you with a moan of your nameâthat's one rule broken again. "shit, shit, shitâi'm sorryâ" he quickly pulls out of you, your legs dropping from where it was folded against your chest when he sits up to pull away from you.
you were still trying to catch your breath, trying to process everything that had happened. you can feel him dripping out of you as you sit up, mouth agape when you look at him. "you should be glad i'm on the pill." your voice were still hoarse, hair sticking to your face from the sweat.
"i know, i'm sorryâ" he sighs, reaching out to touch your arm before pulling you into a hugâjust to comfort youâknowing that he doesn't mean the apology even the slightest bit. truth is, he's not sorry for what he didâfrom the way he had left the marks on your body to the way he had filled you up. "can't have you looking at me like that. it drives me crazy,"
he takes care of you then, running a damp cloth against your still sensitive skin before dressing you up in his shirt. he basically force-feed you to drink some water even after you had pushed him away, telling you how good you're to him as he watches you fall asleep in his arms.
your phone vibrating on the nightstand made him pull away, declining it when he sees that it's one of the too many guys that have been plotting on you. he didn't understand why you're entertaining them when he's right there in front of you. why wouldn't you just give him a chance?
so he takes the chance to have you right where he wants you toâright where you're supposed to beânot wanting to waste any of the time. it felt like forever to him, although the forever is only a night with you. he'll take his time to let you know that you're his even if it's only by wasting the night together.
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á°.áđïž a little something for you guys to celebrate me hitting 500 followers!!!! thank youuu soo much for the loveee 𫶠i lovee you guys smm
1. WHERE did you even get that from? i write most of my fics straight on tumblr, saving them to my drafts before completing and posting them.
2. english is NOT my first language so i tend to google most sayings or even idioms, making it look a bit too casual, i guess? but that's such a non-issue.
3. if it's because of the â usage, i'm sorry, but you're really shallow for thinking that only ai can use them when it's literally used in most writings by REAL people. i even had to search up on how to really use it. plus, they taught this in school (for me, they do, so..)
4. if you think that you're doing something by spamming people's inbox on how they're using ai for their fics, YOU'RE NOT. you're actually just ruining someone's motivation to do something that they enjoy. my blog isn't the first one to be filled with this kind of asks.
+ i don't support any kind of ai usage, but this is not the way for you to do it.
5. i'm taking this as an INSULT because ai tend to produce lifeless, emotionless writings and i don't see how my fics are any of that when i pour my whole heart into them.
+ don't tell me you had my writings scanned by AI for any ai usage. if so, you're just feeding human writings to ai, making you just as bad as the people you're claiming to be using ai.
á°.áđïž i was going to ignore this ask, but it has been messing with my head the past few days so pls stop this kind of thing going on towards me or any other blogs when you're not even sure if it's true or not.
genuinely what do i do if i have 20+ ideas for rafe fics but i canât choose only one to finish and i keep going back and forth because im greedy and my attention span is fucked?
these fuck ass scenarios just keep coming to me and i canât do anything about it.
in which . . . you finally knew your worth, leaving rafe to deal with his own consequences. side note: a continuation to never getting laid!
warnings . . . none! maybe a bit cringe, but who cares hihi
MAN'S BEST FRIEND writing marathon . . . fic #12
â this concept is fully inspired by @delilahsturniolo !
a week had passed, the words rafe had said from last saturday still clinging to your mind even after you had cried so much you almost fainted. the promise you told yourself to move on ended up being broken after you keep answering his calls, helping him get off when he needs you.
you didn't show up physically, of course, but he had insisted on hearing your voiceâclaiming to miss them so much it's driving him crazy.
"i don't know what else you want me to say," he huffed, leaning forward with both his elbows on his knees as he sat on the couch in your living room. "i apologized, i bought you flowers, and you still can't seem to forgive me for whatever reason there is that you won't tell me."
"well, you can't just talk shit about me and come here to satisfy your needs with some shity flowers in hands." you rolled your eyes, leaning against the doorway to the living room, wanting to stay as far away from him as possibleâjust so you won't give in easily this time. "what the fuck does that even mean?" he run his fingers through his hair, clearly frustrated now.
"don't act like you don't know, rafe. âi have her one call awayâ, âshe'll show up at any time i want because i have her wrapped around my fingerâ." you repeated his exact words, mocking the smug in his voice the moment he had said them so confidently without realizing he had set himself up. you can see his face dropping when they hit him right then and there.
getting up from the couch, he went straight to youâtrying and failing to take your hands in hisâbefore he went down on his knees in front of you. "babyâ" he tries again, but you had slapped his hands away from touching you even the slightest bit. "you know i didn't mean any of that. it was justâan act, you know how they areâ"
"you had a choice and you chose that." you pressed, crossing your arms against your chest, "you can't have your cake and eat it too. you got a pat on the back from them so you lost me, sorry not sorry."
he panicked when you start walking away towards the front door, clearly on your way to kick him out of your house. "fuckâjustâjust let me explain!" he stood, following you like a lost puppy before stepping in front of you to stop you from walking away again. "it's my fault, okay? i'm wrong and you're rightânow, can you forgive me?"
"of course, i forgive you." you said matter-of-factly, making him smile so wide you're sure his cheeks are hurting. without another thought, he stepped forward to wrap his arms around you, but ended up going a few steps backwards after you pushed him away. "but that doesn't mean we can go back to what we were. that is if there were anything between us, anyway."
"what? but you forgave meâ" he frowned, still not getting it and it only made your patience thinner by the second. "yes, rafe! i forgave you, but i'm not letting you back into my life again."
you pushes your way through to the front door, opening it as you motion for him to get out. "you walked out on me once and i know you wouldn't hesitate to do it again. clearly from the words you had spoken that you haven't changed even a bit so adiĂłs!" it was comical the way you had said it that he thought you were joking, but seeing the look on your face, he knew he had messed up big time.
he was still standing there, looking at you as if he didn't hear any of the words you had spoken. "hello? do you not understand what i had just said?" you wave a hand right in front of his face, making him blink in surprise.
letting out a defeated sigh, he starts walking out of the house, making his way to his truck. he can still hear you even after he had walked a few steps away from the porch, "goodbye, sayonara, adiĂłs!" almost too cheerfully, as if you're so proud of yourself for finally letting him goâyou are. "por siempre te amoâwait, noâ!"
he was halfway into his truck when he heard you, but before he could say something about it, you were already closing the door with a quick "cheerio!" leaving him to stare at the now closed door.
it doesn't matter if you still love him at this point because he know that he doesn't deserve any other chance there is in this whole world when he had treated you so wrong. he had made his bed, now he had to lie in it knowing that you won't come back because he was the one to say goodbye first.
á°.áđïž well, that's the end of the writing marathon huhu i'm sorry if i didn't reach you guys' expectations, or even misinterpreted the songs đđŁ thank you for joining in on the marathon with me! i'll have a bonus fic later hehe đ
summary: dating rafe cameron was an absolute bliss. yet apparently, it didn't take rafe long to find a replacement for you; same hair, same smile, same voice. just older, more elegant, and a more mature style of living. things went messy when you riled each other up during a dinner party. that night, you made sure to remind him of the mess he left when he went away.
content: angsty smut with 1,5k worth of plot/build-up, ex!switchy!rafe x dom!reader, reader mentioned as pervy, equally trashy-mouthed rafe and reader, subby!rafe, slight dryhumping, unprotected p in v, blow&handjob, cheating, almost caught
a/n: first smut content i've done đ€
How do you put the love you two had into words? There's truly no words mankind could ever make up to explain how deep and devoted your love was to him. You were willing to give him your heart and soul if you could, you were convinced he was too. Well, to be exact, at least he used to be. Everything was so perfect. He adored and spoiled you all day every day. Looked at you like you were the center of the universe, his world orbiting around you as do yours with him.
Now, every turn in Figure Eight will always lead you back to the same view; Rafe and his somehow always dolled up doggone girlfriend. Sometimes you wish you had it in you to convince yourself that he's only dating her to look good, solely for image purposes. That at the very least, he's not in love.
But when you saw his eyes, it turned out his eyes saw only hers.
A totally unoriginal older version of you, just wiser, more level-headed, poised, trophy wife material. She was anything but the perverted you that went down on Rafe in the middle of a shitty movie in a dark theater. An absolute goddamn priss, she was; something the Rafe you knew wouldn't even bat an eye towards back then. What made you want to throw up even more was that at some point, they seemed somewhat cute and sweet together.
So of course it clawed on your chest when you had to sit across them during a dinner party held by Ward in Tannyhill for your families- which, very unfortunately have been friends for the longest time. Didn't even bother to acknowledge the obvious tension between you and his eldest son ever since the break up. Actually, barely acknowledged you. Even your own old man.
Your dad looks over towards Rafe's girl, "So you have four younger siblings?" He asked, smiling politely, just a tad impressed, "You must know how to run a household then."
As she nodded her head and smiled sweetly, responding with that eloquent way of speaking, you rolled your eyes, scoffing just faintlyâ which earned you a nudge on the arm by Sarah, who was sat beside you. "What?" You huff, "Babysitting's no life or death situation." You murmured to her, glancing back to the girl with squinted eyes, one of your eyebrows raising judgmentally at her.
That priss excuse of a woman was too caught up with the conversation she was having with both Rafe's and your parents to notice the judgy look smothered across your face towards her. That being said, Rafe however, did notice you. In fact, he noticed you all night long, if only you weren't too focused judging and silently mocking the girl under his arm.
Rafe's eyes followed your fingers as you picked a grape carefully, visibly searching and picking for crunchy ones as you usually do, then the way your fingers just slightly graced your lips as you place the grape into your mouth. When his girl talked to him, he could only let out a small mumbled "Mm?... Sounds great, babe", barely sparing her a glance.
Ward then looked over your way, "Your daughter... Is she ready to take over your company? Is she even capable?"
A scoff, louder now, escaped your lips once again. "'Scuse you?" You raise an eyebrow, offended by the doubt lingering in his voice, it was always clear Ward saw you as a mere reckless young woman back when you were dating Rafe. "What kind of a question is that anyways? Are you waiting for my dad to retire and die?"
Your dad tried to cover for you, eyes widening in panic, "She's just a little moody right nowâ"
"Well your business partner is rather loony, dad." You munch on another grape. That blunt insult caused all heads to turn your way now.
Rafe snorted mockingly, "Nice." He murmured.
Your head snapped towards his way, seeing the realization on his face that perhaps he murmured a little too loud, yet his lazy grin lingers on. You tilt your head and squint your eyes, "I don't think you were invited to the conversation, prig."
His eyes turned sharp at the nickname you gave him, "Watch your mouth." He pointed his finger at you. "I'm here at the same table and you were literally talking to my dad like a fucking brat."
"Sorry to offend the wrinkly older brat!"
"The fuck is your problem?!"
Ward let out a grunt and rolled his eyes along with your dad in sync, both clearly had enough of you and Rafe. You turn to them, "Sorry Ward, I don't usually forget my manners right at your face, but your son's an absolute dickhead and I'm over it." You spat.
Riled up, Rafe took his arm off his girl's shoulders, who looked at him in confusion and tried to tug on his sleeve, "Then do get over it, sweetheart. Unless you're all talk."
Your eyes dart back towards him, sharp and raged. "Oh I fucking will."
Silence then came across the whole table, the tension lingering on in the air and causing an awkward moment for quite literally everyone; Wheezie and Sarah trying to distract themselves by eating, Rose and your mom sharing looks, Rafe's girl still trying to change his attention, Ward fuming with irritation while your dad looked at him apologetically.
"I need fresh air." "Gonna get some air."
The two of you looked at each other the moment you stood up from your seats at the dinner table at the same time with the exact same reason. You scoff, stomping your feet the way out of the dining room with murmured words under your breath in annoyance, followed by Rafe and his little grunts. The rest of the families watched silently till you're both eventually out of sight.
"Real nice, following me around now?" Rafe said as he brush past you to go up the stairs ahead of you.
A sarcastic laugh rumbles through you, eyes squinting as you follow his steps up the stairs. "Excuse you? Ego never has and never will shrink, I presumed?" You say.
Rafe gave you a glance before focusing on his steps again, "You are following me now though." He pointed out as he made his way towards his bedroom door, the one you can still remember slipping out of every single night you decided to do something stupid together.
You follow him into that very room, door swinging shut behind you both, giving you the same amount of privacy you both always needed back then. "Because you're taunting me. You know damn well you are, Cameron."
"Am I? Or are you being delusional?" He shot you a sarcastic and mocking grin over his shoulder. "Still mad about her, huh?"
The fact that he even had the nerves to casually mention it bluntly was even worse than that stupid fucking grin on that idiotic kissable lips off his that you cant wait to rip off his disgustingly gorgeous face. He seemed so unfazed by the fact that he's arguing with his long term ex in the bedroom that was practically a museum of your memories. Your chest burned, heart set on flames by the same person that have been messing with your head for months now.
Sometimes you wonder if he even took the break-up seriously or just merely an end of a phase.
Rafe turned around to you as he took of his suit jacket and tossed it to a chair, "Have you not moved on?" He asked, eyes unable to be read this time. "What, you didn't do hook-ups to heal the wound or something?" He let out a long sigh as if he was sick of you clinging onto the past.
"I did."
You did. You had fucked men lovelessly just to try to numb the pain. Men who are a far cry from Rafe, who might just convince you how foolish thinking of Rafe again and again truly is. And god, every time you scratched your nails down another man's back, you fucking hoped he feels it. Maybe then he'll know he's not the only one capable of making you moan.
That being said, hearing your answer, Rafe paused and crossed his arms, "Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow, jaw clenching as if that honest answer to his own question was infuriating himself, "Did it feel good?"
The fucking audacity. You didn't know what made him think he have the right to ask that to you. Not when he walked out the door and left you in the cold first. You didn't know whether you were imagining the jealousy glimmering in his eyes either, but damn did it make you feel good. Rafe himself was trying hard to hide it, chin tilted up in that egotistical way of Rafe Cameron.
You test the waters; pushing off the wall you were previously leaning against before slowly stepping closer to that wretched ex-boyfriend of yours, head tilting as you raise an eyebrow and whisper into his ear, breath hot against the shell of his ear that made his heart race just fast enough, "Is it even ever bad when it's with me?"
Then, almost out of old-instincts, his hand came up to rest on your hip, his palm large, warm, and familiar. Definitely familiar.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" You asked due to the sudden touch, clearly still enraged.
Rafe let his eyes wander your face, from the flame of fury in ignited in your eyes, the creased eyebrows, the lips he remembered being his favorite taste, all the way to the tiniest beauty marks that he missed. His voice came out in a harsh whisper, as if he was angry at himself for whatever it is that was coming soon.
"Something I really shouldn't."
A grunt escaped his throat in a way that told you he was letting go, his other hand flying straight to cup the back of your head as his lips were slammed right onto yours, eyes shut tight as the hand previously on your hip now roamed to the small of your back, feeling you right through the fabric of your dress.
His lips moved urgently, as if he was in a hurry or rather impatient to taste more than your lipstick-covered lips.
It was disgustingly familiar. Moreover, the way he even dared to lay his lips upon yours after leaving you in the dust was incredibly outrageous.
One of your hands flew to the back of his neck, tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck while your other hand reached for his tie, tugging and loosening it from his collar. He was starting to look more and more like the Rafe you used to know; pathetic, idiotic, messy, and filled with desire and determination.
"You're disgusting." You rasped against his mouth as you felt his filthy fingers hooking themselves on the hem of your dress, pulling it up just slowly but with impatience waiting to burst out of his pants.
That dirty grin came to be displayed across his lips yet again the moment he laid you down on his bed, "Sure, but I don't see you tryinna leave." He pointed out in a whisper as he painted the flushed skin of your neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses, hands pulling you dress over your thighs to bunch at your waist, fingers roaming your thighs and squeezing desperately at the flesh.
A breathless scoff escaped your throat as you grab at his arms, leg going over his hip to take control and eventually flip the two of you over.
"Not until you realize what you did." You positioned your body perfectly on his lap, soaked panties grinding on the tent forming in the trousers that cling to his legs, pulling out a breathy sigh from his lips, obviously holding back a moan.
Buttons after buttons were taken off from his shirt, revealing the smooth surface of the chest that was a nest for your head to rest in years ago. "Fuck.." He grabbed your hips, eyes widening just the slightest at your movement on his bricked up cock through the layers of fabric, "And what did I do, huh...?" He huffed out a laugh as he grunt and thrust up to catch you by surprise.
Breath hitched, your eyes only showed more anger towards him, hands unbuckling his belt with ease. "You really don't know?" You asked, leaning down to mouth at his jaw, just near his ear to whisper close,
"Well, you oughta fucking know."
Rafe's grip on your hips tightened, jaw clenching and heart pounding. Your voice and body making it crystal clear to him that you weren't doing this simply because you miss him. You wanted to express the resentment still lingering like a disease in your heart.
"...Sure thing, sweetheart." He choked out with a hesitant chuckle, hands ready to flip your positions once again. Except this time, you were quick to grab his hands off your hips and pin them on both sides of his face.
You let out a laugh right against his neck, "Oh, Rafe..." You sighed, amused by how much control you felt over him, "Why don't you be the one that sit still and look pretty now?" You say, tongue dripping with sarcasm.
Slowly, your body lowered down on the bed till your head was right above his crotch, hands already zipping off his trousers and tugging on them and his boxers at once till you were able to toss them aside to the floor, meeting his flushed cock that was practically aching with precum leaking from the tip already.
Amused by the sight, you clicked your tongue and gently wrap your fingers around his length, "Hurts, huh?" You mumble against the tip, tongue slipping out just to sweep up his precum, pulling out the smallest moan from him and a slight nod of his head, "Doesn't compare to how you hurt me then though." That's when your lips finally wrapped themselves around his girthy cock, just at the tip while you jerk off the rest of the length with your hand.
A grunt slipped past his lips, a hand instinctively flying to the back of your head with his fingers gripping the strands of your hair as he try to thrust up into your mouth to steal back the dominance, which failed as your hands were keeping his hips down. God, he tasted exactly like how you hoped he didn't; exactly like the past.
And you felt precisely like what he forced himself to think his girl would feel like; a filthy, chaotic mess.
A breathier moan then slip out, fingers gripping tighter. "Ah- shit..." He whimpered, head thrown back on the pillow, "Shit shit shit... I fucking can't... It's been awhile..."
You pull away from his cock to actually laugh at it, "Awhile? Miss Perfect doesn't fuck you?"
"She... tries... but she doesn't blow me at all..."
An even much crueler laugh rumbled through your chest, mocking his apparent misery with that boring priss, "Now that's hurtful." You cackled. Your hand pumped his cock faster suddenly to catch him off guard while you kept on snickering, especially at the pathetic look painted across his annoyingly beautiful face.
His eyebrows were furrowed, bangs falling messily and starting to get damp from all the sweat building up due to the new heat in the air of his bedroom, eyes going back and forth from looking down at you and rolling to the back of his head every now and then, meanwhile his chest was heaving up and down, heartbeat louder than regularly. He was gorgeous like that, but he was also an idiot that ruined you.
Rafe let out a groan the moment your hands release his hips, allowing him to thrust up into your hand, only for you to suddenly pull your hand away from his cock, which you felt was ready to burst any moment from now.
He wince at the loss, "I was so close! Fuck you!" He managed to let out.
"Yeah?" You raise an eyebrow as your hand reach behind your back to unzip your dress, tossing the piece of fabric aside along with your panties. "Let's test that theory."
In a mere second, you were back on his lap- only this time, no fabric was acting as a barricade between your heat and his own, your hand holding his tip just to line him up to your entrance and guide him in; not that you needed much time to do so, you were practically skilled in doing precisely that from all the dirty rendezvous you've done before.
The moment you were completely sat on his cock, Rafe let out a strangled moan, head completely thrown back and revealing the surface of his neck; the perfect canvas for your lips.
Within seconds, his neck became red with your lipstick-kiss marks all over it. But he barely paid attention, too infatuated by the warm feeling of your cunt hugging his length.
His arms came up to wrap around your waist while you move your hips, grinding at first until you started to practically bounce on him, the sound of skins slapping filling up the entire bedroom, both of you too distracted to even think about whether the sound would slip out of the walls or not, not to mention the sound of the bedframe starting to creak each time your movement's speed accelerates.
"Oh fuck..." He whimpered, listening close to your soft sighs of pleasure that were like music into his ears, "Oh don't stop... please don't ever stop..." He pleaded, trying to thrust up into you but felt too weak to even do so.
You let out a breathy moan the moment his cock started hitting just the right spot, "Tell me, Rafe..." You breathed into his ear, mouth pressed right onto his earlobe, "Do you think of me when you fuck her...?" You asked, droopy eyes staring at his facial expressions.
He could barely keep eye contact with you despite trying desperately to maintain it, chest heaving as pathetic noises escapes his throat.
"Do you hear my voice when she moans yourâ" a moan slipped through your lips mid-sentence, fingers dugged into his skin, "fuck... your name? Or do you feel my lips when you kiss her...? My body when you touch her all around...?" Your hand reach up to cup his chin, tilting it up with your thumb dragging across his bottom lip.
"Every fuckin' time..." He finally confessed, a complete moaning mess, hips mindlessly going up and down to meet yours every now and then, "can't fuckin' forget you, baby..."
A cracked laugh was what left your lips at his answer, hands gripping and pinning his onto the sheets as your hips moved even faster, "Don't baby me, dickhead..." You whispered with a quiet moan.
Just when his lips part to let out yet another moan, the two of you flinched and slowed down the moment you both heard two knocks on the wooden surface of his bedroom door, followed by a soft and sickeningly sweet voice on the other side that obviously belonged to his girlfriend,
"Rafey...? What're you doing...?"
Rafe's heart drop, eyes widening in panic as your hand flew to his lips to muffle out his moan. You could hear his heart beating even louder now, it somehow amused the hell out of you to see him so panicked and scared. A lazy grin takes over your lips as you lean back down to whisper into his ear, "Well?" You ask, slowly releasing his mouth, "Answer her or I will."
But no matter how much he tried to get his voice out of his throat, it was difficult considering you were still moving on his cock- though slower now, the bed still creaking too loud that it should technically be difficult for his girlfriend to not get suspicious. Unless she was a bimbo too.
"I..." Rafe's fingers gripped your hand as he spoke louder for her to hear, "I'm not- not in the mood, babe! Just- please go!" His eyes stayed on yours, breathing heavily and just silently (or rather not so silently) begging for her to leave already.
"Okay." She responded casually, "I love you."
"Yeah..." Rafe breathed, "I love you too."
But this time, he was saying it while looking right into your eyes.
His voice soft and vulnerable, walls crumbled down completely.
The moment she left the door, you let out a mocking scoff at his face, "You sure do, pal..." You breathed out with a huffed out chuckle while fastening your pace, chasing both of your releases.
Rafe's jaw was slack, eyes droopy and set on yours only as his hips rock up against yours, weakly now from the lack of energy he have left. "So close... so so close... fuck.." He whimpered, the grip he had on your hand tightening even more now, signaling how truly close he was. You could see it in his facial expression as well, he was truly desperate to catch that relieving feeling of shooting his load.
Your breath hitch as you keep the same pace and movement that hits your spot just right, raising your hips and sinking back down while leaning down to breathlessly whisper to him, "Prove it to me then."
It didn't take long for him to prove it, apparently.
His hand led yours to cover his mouth in order to muffle out his loud, desperate moan the moment his hips shot up with his load painting your insides white, eventually inviting your own pleasure to be released, grinding down on him with softer moans and sighs. He was still mindlessly moving his hips just weakly while your back was arching with pleasure as warmth filled your insides- not in the lovey dovey way, unfortunately. In your eyes, he would always be the boy who left you for a mere pretty face.
Though still shaky from that one hell of a literal ride, you took all the strength you got to get off him and the mess you've both laid in his bed like old times right away. You barely spared him another glance before slipping back into your dress and panties as well as the pair of heels you've previously kicked off your feet.
Rafe looked up, confused and closed to being knocked out, "Wait..." He grunted as he rests on his elbows to watch you tidy your appearance, out of breath and still panting, "Where the fuck are you going?"
You let out a sigh, "Where do you think, Cameron?" You ask over your shoulder, "Not like I was gonna stay."
"But I thought-" He bit his tongue, eyebrows stitched together, feeling a sense of fury and betrayal, "You can't leave me. Not now. Not with this mess." He said, it was unclear whether he was referring to the messy and damp sheets or the unspoken feelings still lingering from him to you- to which he hoped you also still have. Even if just a pinch.
"Well you thought wrong."
You didn't look back at him, but you could feel him glare into the back of your head as well as hear the small hurt scoff he let out.
"After all, that makes us even, right?" You asked, finally turning around, hands on your hips, "You left me in such a mess. Now you can't even handle the same?" You scoffed, eyes gazing down at him in such disgust that it practically hurt him. "Grow up, Rafe. Maybe then you'll realize that you should worry more about how big your ego is and not about how much holes your small dick can fit in."
And when you shut the door behind you quietly that night, Rafe still felt your palm under his. It wasn't sweet like it would've been back then, rather bitter and cruel.
frat boy!rafe learns that topper had sex in his car
mean rafe, car sex, finishing inside, hair pulling. 0.7k words. âfrat boy!rafe x bug!readerâ
âyou know, topper and that sorority girl fucked in here,â you mumble, visibly recoiling at the thought.Â
rafe side eyes you, eyebrows furrowing, âwhat the hell are you talking about?â
you glance to the backseat, studying the area as if it were a crime scene, âwhen we waited for the donuts at the fall festival and they went back to the car. pumpkin heard it from someone else the other day.â
the second the words leave your mouth, rafe is pulling onto the shoulderâbrakes screeching to a stop, gravel rumbling underneath the tires, âare you fucking with me?â
his expression is unreadable, tone bothered. if you didnât know any better, youâd think he was angry at you for somehow allowing it to happen. still, the tension prevents you from confirming with words, head nodding in response.
he matches your action, tongue running along his teeth. thereâs a thousand thoughts running through his head before ultimately, he decides on one.
which is how you found yourself here. knees rested on the floor of the backseat, stomach pressed against the center console. your elbows were locked underneath you, head rocking and threatening to bounce off the stereo.
rafe is behind you, hands on your hips pushing you forward with every harsh thrust. itâs a tight squeeze, limbs bent uncomfortably as plastic digs into your elbows, but fuck did it feel good.
ârafe,â you whimper, hands gripping the sides of the center console for support, head going lack between your shoulders.
you receive a hum in response, âyeah? tell me how good âm making you feel.â
you try to open your mouth to comply, yet nothing but whines and moans escape, head too fuzzy from the pleasure. your body makes up for what your mouth canât expressâpussy squeezing around his length, hips pushing back into him.
âgonna kill him,â itâs spoken angrily from above, âfuckinâ in my car before us? âs bullshit.â
your heels curl around his calves in response, thighs shaking. the warmth swirling in your belly deepens from the pressure of the center console digging into the bottom of your rib cage.Â
youâll undoubtedly have bruises on your hip bones and elbows, and the thought causes a flutter to run up your spine. rafe notices the trail of goosebumps, following them with his thumb until he reaches the nape of your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair. itâs a sharp contrast to the previous delicate touch of his fingertip, and you angle your head further back to try and relieve some of the discomfort. it does little to help, your eyes squeezing shut in pain.
ââm talkinâ to you, bug,â he hits deeper, grip tightening on your hair.
âyâyes, yes,â you try and fail to nod, the sweat collecting along your hairline swimming down the sides of your face, salty where it meets the corners of your lips, ââs bullshit.â
he hums in satisfaction, freeing your hair. it makes your head drop forward before you can catch yourself, bumping into the stereo. the breath that pulls through your teeth is sharp, ears ringingâforehead pounding.
âtouch yourself fâme,â itâs a command, not an ask. you want to protest, ask how youâre supposed to do that with your arms trapped underneath yourself, range of motion limited. but then heâs leaning the both of you back ever so slightly, your back colliding with his chest, ânow.â
the whine that bubbles out of your throat is airy, clit hot to the touch after your fingers finally meet the swollen bud. itâs almost too much, but you donât want to stop. donât want to go against rafe's wishes.
you get lost in it. the feeling of rafe's pace mixed with the pleasure from your fingers overwhelming your senses. you cum with a series of short breaths, stomach pulling in, pussy pulsing around him.
âfuuuck, baby,â the nickname has you clenching even tighter, pushing rafe over the edge. his hips slow, your slick mixing with rafe's own release and wetting the insides of your thighs.
he falls into the backseat after a beat, bringing you with him. he doesnât pull out when he presses a kiss to your shoulder either, breath tickling the side of your neck, âyou alright?â
youâre still trying to catch your own breath, chest on fire as you think back to everything that just transpired. it made your belly tingle, ears heating up. the possessiveness, hair pulling, roughness, baby.
you swallow to ease the dryness in your throat, voice coming out groggy and spent, âmhm. perfect.â
đđ â i want to be someone who actually deserves to be with you. â
à Ë. á”á” pairing : bf!rafe x reader
à Ë. á”á” contains : angst, insecurity, body dysmorphia (pls let me know if i'm missing anything or got anything wrong!)
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it was sarah's birthday party with too many people being there to celebrate her, including every single one of her friends. both you and rafe had just arrived, a wrapped up giftâobvious from the imperfections that you had done it all by yourselfâin your hands as you cradle it to your chest almost nervously, but rafe's hold around you had somehow comforted you more than you would admit.
you went straight to her then, a smile plastered on your face as you hand her the gift, "happy birthday," before nervously adding, "i chose it because it reminded me of you, i hope you like it." pulling you into a hug, sarah couldn't stop the thank you's tumbling out of her mouth before urging you to enjoy the party.
the food there caught your eyesâespecially the desserts and pastriesâthe sight there filled you with awe as you had the plan to try every one of them. rafe brushes a hand on your lower back, "i'm gonna go talk to the others," as he gesture towards his group of friends, "will you be okay here?"
you nodded almost enthusiastically, eyes widening as you look up at him, "mhm, i'll be just fine." the sight making him smile softly. he kissed your forehead before leaning down to leave a kiss on your noseâmaking your nose wrinkleâthen your lips, finally leaving you alone after the kiss ritual he had performed. silence enveloped you, the only sound coming from the music they had put on and people's chattering around you filling your ears.
the sight of everyone socializing were your favorite to look at, they were almost impressive for you because you're not the type to be going around starting conversation with anyone you don't really know. it was enough for you to only look at them as you enjoy your own company.
sarah's voice coming from behind surprised you, turning around to see that she has her arms wrapped around someone you weren't familiar with. she had on a white dressâhugging her so well it made her look unrealâshe was tall, you were sure that she's straight out of a magazine with the sharp features on her face. you wouldn't be surprised if you'd learn to find out that she's the reincarnation of brigitte bardot.
seeing sarah's reaction to her arrival, you assume that she's someone closeâa family friend, maybe.
you went back to minding your own business, turning towards the table full of food as you pick a few of them up to place them on your plate. that's when you feel a presence next to you, the smell of perfume filling your senses making you look up to the side. surely, it was her standing right next to you.
she notices you looking, a smile coming up to her face immediately, "enjoying your time here?" her voice were like honeyâsmooth, gentle, and sweetâit was pleasant to your ears when she spoke. your eyes widened slightly, not expecting for her to be talking to you as you swallow the remaining of a pastry in your mouth. "yeahâi'm sorry," you cover your mouth as you try to be more polite, wiping the corner of your mouth for any crumbs.
"that was rude of me, yes! i'm enjoying it," you mentally slapped yourself from how awkward it sounded coming out of you, but her smile only widened as she look at you with those eyes of hers. they were brightâas white as daisies, you thoughtâfull of adoration as she look into yours that it made you falter slightly.
"i'm lacey." she introduces herself. even her name sounds as delicate as she looksâlike the fabric, lace.
she hummed when you introduce yourself, nodding in acknowledgement, "i like your dress. it suits you perfectly," she calls out all of a sudden, "you look so cute." her compliment making you smile so wide it's starting to hurt your cheeksâyou were sure that it will be worse the more you talk to herâshe just knows how to sweep you off your feet, even though you had just met a couple of minutes ago.
"thank you," your voice were soft, eyes admiring her without you meaning to. from the way her hair being styled perfectly to the way her skin looks so smoothâyou were sure that it's as smooth as puff pastry. "you're beautiful." you call out, making her laugh softly as she thank you.
"are you a family friend? who are you here with?" she asks, interested in your answers as she waits for them with that smile still plastered on her face. your answer was immediate, excitement laced in your voice as you look around for rafe. "i'm here with my boyfriend! it's his sister's birthdayâyou know, sarah." and you saw her face dropped slightly, but she was quick to recover.
"oh, rafe?" you were still oblivious to the way she spoke, nodding as you look over towards himâwho's still talking to his friendsâbefore looking at her. "do you know him?" you ask expectantly, tilting your head to the side as you gaze up at her.
"yeah, we were highschool sweethearts," and you swore you felt your heart sinking to your stomach, you were sure the color had drained from your face. "but that was a long time ago. it wasn't that serious, don't worry." she quickly added, smiling so sweetly to you it made you sick to your stomach for being jealous when she's so nice towards you.
someone calling out for her made her look away from you, excusing herself, "i'll see you around." before walking away. you couldn't help, but notice that she had only taken one pastry with herânot even needing a plate for her to hold itâmaking you look down to yours. you can still smell her perfume even after she had walked away, lingering around you like the feeling stuck in your chest.
"you're quite." rafe's voice pulls you out of your train of thoughts, one of his hand going down to hold yours as he steer the wheels with the other. you could only hum, eyes never leaving the trees passing by outside. "did you enjoy your time there? how was the food?" he asks, glancing over at you momentarily before focusing back on the road.
you turn your head then, finally looking at him, "mhm, everything was good." lie. you didn't even have the urge to look at them after what had happened, throwing most of them away even though you felt the guilt bubbling up your chest. rafe smiles at that, not noticing the shift in your mood from when he had left you earlier that evening. bringing up your hand to his mouth, he kisses the back of it before keeping it close to him and you never felt more sick of yourself.
the next few days were spent with you doubting yourself even more as time passes. it doesn't help how you spend most of your time alone when rafe would go to work, leaving you with your thoughts running without you being able to stop them. you try distracting yourself by doing whatever you canâbaking, watching the tv, even going outside to take a walkâbut none of them help when the voices inside your head would continue rapidly.
the 'ding' sound coming from your phone pull you out of your thoughts, wiping your hands with the napkin as you pull away from the sink to check on it. you were expecting for it to be from rafeâmaybe him telling you about being lateâso you were confused when it wasn't him.
unknown: hellooo
unknown: it's me, lacey! i got your number from sarah right after the party, but just had the chance to text you haha
unknown: i hope i'm not bothering you
great, just great. it's not that you don't like her or anything, you just can't help, but loathe her everytime she crosses your mind. the fact that her timing was perfect tick you even more.
you: hi, not at all!
you: is there anything i can help you with?
you cringe to yourself from how fake you sounded. she can probably tell now after how the conversation between the two of you had ended the last time.
lacey: oh, just wanted to check on you
lacey: just wondering, would you want to join me for pilates this weekend?
lacey: maybe we can get to know each other better, yk?
you scoffed, there's no way you would let yourself spend more time with her and ruining your own confidenceâ
you: ofc! i'm free any time
well, there goes. i mean, how could you ever say no to her? it was like she had you wrapped tightly around those dainty fingers of hers.
"since when do you do pilates?" rafe was beyond confused, almost scowling to his phone as he sit with his back propped against the headboard. you turn to look at him from where you're sat on the vanity chair, getting ready for bed. "i just want to try something new. besides, i'm alone most of the time so why not go out every once in a while?"
his phone was left forgotten by now, sitting up as if he couldn't believe what he's hearing from you. "i'm not trying to stop you from trying new things or whatever shit there is you're thinking, but baby, you hate doing physical activities," he shake his head with a sigh, "you can barely do them without getting tired right after you start. what if you get hurt? i don't want you toâ"
"rafe, it's okay! i'm sure that i can take care of myself. it's just pilates." yeah, âit's just pilatesâ with his highschool sweetheart that has been torturing your mind for the past few days without him knowing. he huffed, not agreeing even the slightest bit. seeing this, you stood from where you're sat to be close to him. "rafe,"
he wouldn't even look at you, full on sulking now. you take his hand in yours, placing it close to your chest seeing that he didn't make any effort to pull away. "i know you're worried, but please? just this once," you tilt your head so that you can look at him in the eyes with a slight pout on your lips, "please?"
that made him sigh, fighting the smile threatening to make it's way on his lips. "fine." you didn't waste any second, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer before peppering kisses on his cheek. "thank you, thank you, thank you! you're the best boyfriend ever!" he couldn't stop his smile from widening as he laugh, your hair tickling his face when you nuzzle your face to his.
weekends were supposedly the time for the two of you to spend together since that's the only free time he has without work coming in between the two of you. well, not this weekend now that he's dropping you off for your supposedly pilates class. it's not that he doesn't like it when you're trying new things, but there's something in his chest telling him that it's not a good idea for you to.
it was like there's something going on without you telling him, and it's messing with his head.
"i'll be here after it ends." he calls out when you got out of the car, stopping you for what seems to be the hundredth time, "remember what i told youâ" he spoke before you can close the door, trying so hard to make you change your mind without saying it directly.
"yes! you're starting to sound like my dad now," you cut him off, laughing when you see the look on his face. it's not like you're leaving forever, just an hour or two without him stuck to your hips. "bye, rafe. i love you!" you close the door right after he answers, "i love you more, baby, butâ" not wanting to hear another one of his nagging after the whole drive being it as you wave him goodbye through the window before walking away.
you felt instant regret the moment you stepped a foot inside the place as your eyes swim across the people there. tell me why you had agreed on this in the first place? you were just about to fish your phone out to leave a text for rafe when that voice calls out for you, "hey, i've been waiting for you!" as she make her towards you.
she didn't even give you the chance to utter a word, "here, let me introduce you to the others." your eyes widened slightly, but didn't try to stop her as she leads you to a group of people. one by one, she introduces them to you, and you can't help, but question, why did she even invite you in the first place when she has this many friends?
you spent the next 50 minutes telling yourself to hold on although it feels like you're dying. it doesn't help that everyone seem to be doing well, leading to you shoving the thoughts in your head away. your body felt like it was giving up on you right after as you sat there processing everything.
that's when lacey had decided you exist, "you should join me for coffee." her tone was final, no way for you to decline as she already hook your arm with hers and walking out of the place. the cafe across the street is actually one of your favorites where rafe would always take you to so you had always seen people going in and out of the pilates studio, but never had the thought to join them until now.
until her.
"can i have a black coffee? unsweetened, please." her order made your eyes widened slightly, how can anyone drink that? but who are you to question it when it's her you're talking about. "what about you? the usual?" the person behind the counter's eyes landed on you and you swear you feel like turning into a puddle from embarrassment there. "mhm," you gave them a tight-lipped smile, nodding slightly.
the two of you took a seat by the window, sitting face to face as you wait for your drinks. "i didn't know that you were a regular here." she laughs softly, finger twirling her hair around it. "i don't come here that often," you couldn't stop the defensiveness in your tone, fingers playing with the ring on your ring finger. lacey's eyes drifted there for just a second before moving back up to look at you.
she was just about to ask you a question when your order got placed onto the table in front of the two of youâher black, unsweetened coffee along with your drinkâand somehow a plate of cinnamon roll, in which you know is included in your âusualâ. it's your favorite, of course. rafe would buy them for you every single time you're thereâand sometimes would even buy them before coming home from work just for you.
but at this moment, you didn't even feel like looking at it. especially with the person in front of you. it's like she had poisoned every little thing that you do, making you hesitate to do everything you love to even the slightest bit. just two days ago, rafe had brought home a box of chocolate, but instead of eating them like you would always do, you had kept them inside the fridge.
"i'm so glad that i can spend my time here with you. it feels like forever since the last time i take a break," she suddenly calls out, groaning slightly to specify her exhaustion. "working as a real estate agent is not fun at all." she had her chin propped up in the palm of her hand as she look at you. you could only hum, understanding how tiring it could be to be working.
"what about you? do you work at all?" her question hits you although you know she doesn't mean it like that. truth is, you never did. the closest âjobâ you had was babysitting sarah's baby and sometimes helping your dad at the shop he had opened. that is if that can be considered as working.
plus, rafe had told you that it's not necessary for you to be working when you have him by your side. it's not like you're trying to blame himâit was your choiceâhe had given you the opportunity to choose and you chose this. still, you can't help the thought crossing your mind about how she's so much smarter than you are. she's like a whole package for someone to actually be with, she's perfect.
you know that she's as human as you are, but it's like she's made of angel dustâsomething you're addicted toâand you're nothing compared to that.
"i don't work." you shook your head with a small smile, trying and failing to mask your insecurity. she wasn't even surprised by your answer, nodding as if to say that she knew it. "of course. i had that talk with rafe, but i can't let that happen to me, you know?" it was out of pocket what she had just told you. your eyebrows furrowing slightly, trying to understand her motive. "i mean, i have my own dreams and i'm not the type to be locked in a cage."
"i aspire to be like you. you listen and follow every instructions given to you without saying no, not even hesitating once." her hand was touching yours now, and you weren't sure if she's complimenting you or full on insulting you, but the smile on her face tells you that she's trying to be nice. different from the first time she had complimented you, this one felt like bullets on your skin.
the bell chiming from the door opening can be heard from behind you before a familiar voice calls out, "there you are, sweetheart. i've been looking for you everywhereâi told you that i would waitâ" you look up to see rafe making his way to the table, but stopping when he sees the person sitting in front of you. he didn't even acknowledge her, already taking your bag from where it's sitting on your lap, "let's go."
"but i haven'tâ" you try to reason with him, but he clearly wasn't having any of it. "we're taking it to go." his jaw clenching as he took your hand in his and you didn't dare to say anything more.
the drive home was filled with silence and you hate how he's not talking to you without you knowing the reason why. both his hands were on the steering, not once reaching out for you with his eyes focused on the road without even glancing at you. you've had enough of it, not wanting it to worsen as you reach out to touch his arm. you can see him melting slightly, but doesn't make any effort to move.
"are you mad at me?" you ask softly, trying to make him to look at you just for him to stay stillânot even a glance towards youâand it makes you feel worse. "i'm sorry." your voice breaks, not understanding why he's acting this way. without any word being uttered, he stops by a gas station, parking the vehicle in the empty space.
he let's out a heavy sigh, finally looking at you then and he almost reach out for you to wrap his arms around you. "is this why you haven't been acting like yourself for the past few days?" he suddenly asks, jaw clenching slightly as he wait for your answer. "why didn't you tell me?"
"i don't want to worry you. plus, it's not that seriousâi wanted to meet new people and try new things and i did." you reason, biting on your lower lip when you see his expression shifting into something even more serious. "listen, i don't and i won't stop you from doing them, but it's not what you truly want. you're forcing yourself into them and for what?" he tilted his head in question, brows furrowing as he look at you.
you couldn't stop yourself then, feeling too much at the moment. "because i want to be someone who actually deserves to be with youâthe person that everyone would look at and doesn't hesitate to say that i'm yours. i want to be someone who doesn't lack anythingâlike herâ!" your sudden outburst surprised him, tears running down your cheeks as you try to wipe them away using the back of your hands. you turn away from him, hiding yourself away from his gaze.
it was silent, the only sound filling the space being your own sniffles and the way you're wiping the unstopping tears away. you shrug his touch away when you feel his hand on your arm, "look at me, please? don't push me away," he tries again, reaching out for you slowly now.
you turn to look at him then, tears still running down your face, "you don't understand how i feel," you sobbed, body jerking when a hiccup escaped with a 'hic' sound. it broke something in him seeing you like this, blaming himself for not stopping it from happening even after noticing the shift in the way you've been acting.
"i know, baby. i know," he pulls you into his arms, shifting awkwardly with the console being in the middle of you two. "but there's no one and will never be anyone that will be able to replace you. i will never let it happen." he leaves a kiss on your hairline as he pull you closer, burying your face into his neck. he can feel your tears running down his skin now that you're close to him. "you don't lack anything. you're the most perfect for me, the only one for me."
hearing him saying them made you feel even more guilty, hating yourself for letting your insecurity doubt him. you despise how your jealous eyes had fallenâhardâfor her, despise the way your rotten mind had worshipped her so much it almost ruined the only precious thing in your life.
it made you realize how even with the things you don't have that she does, you still have the one thing that she wants and it's him.
can you write something very angsty/hurt with rafe x reader for example reader ( she is a pouge) confessing her love but rafe doesnt feel the same cause shes a pouge but later then he proposses to sofia and rafe and reader meet eachother everywhere like the bike race and they have this tension rafe feels something somehow for her like always felt
I hope this helps of course you can write what you want it's up to you this is just a little help :)
Thank you and take care! <33
Pairing â rafe cameron x fem!reader
summary â After Reader confesses her love Rafe Cameron rejects her because sheâs a Pogue. A year later she discovers heâs engaged to Sofia, but when they unexpectedly meet again at the races the tension between them makes Rafe realize he may have made the biggest mistake of his life
Warnings â angst, unrequited love, emotional hurt/comfort, class divide (Pogue/Kook dynamics), rejection, tension, mentions of engagement
A/N â Thank you so much for this request! I'm doing well, just tired but I'm going to bed as soon as I post this. I hope everything is okay with you too! I'm so sorry you had to wait so long, but it took me a while to write this. I hope you like it!
The first time you told Rafe that you loved him, the sun was going down behind Figure Eight.
Everything was orange and gold, the water glittering like something expensive. Like something that belonged to people like him.
Not people like you.
You sat at the end of the Cameron dock with your legs hanging over the side, your shoes knocking lightly against the wood. You shouldn't have been there. If anyone from the island saw a Pogue girl sitting on the Cameron dock, the rumors would spread across the whole island by morning.
But youâd come anyway.
Because Rafe had texted you âCome overâ That was all he wrote.
No explanation.
No greeting
Just like always.
You heard the door of the house slam before you saw him. Heavy footsteps crossed the yard, quick and irritated, and then he appeared at the top of the dock.
His hair was messy, shirt half unbuttoned, a beer in his hand.
He stopped when he saw you âYouâre earlyâ he said.
You glanced back at him over your shoulder âyou didnât give me a timeâ
He huffed like that annoyed him somehow, then walked down the dock. The wood creaked under his weight.
For a moment he just stood there beside you, staring out at the water. Neither of you said anything. That happened sometimes with him. Silence that felt heavy instead of comfortable.
Finally he sat down next to you, stretching his legs out in front of him âyou bring trouble with you?â he asked.
You snorted ârelax, nobody followed meâ
âgoodâ He took a long drink from the bottle.
The breeze pushed against the water, making little waves lap against the dock. Somewhere down the channel, a boat engine hummed.
Your hands were shaking slightly. You hated that he made you nervous. Youâd known him for years. Youâd fought with him, laughed with him, snuck out with him, kissed him behind bonfires when nobody was looking.
But this felt different.
Rafe noticed the way you kept fidgeting âwhat?â he said, glancing at you âyou look like youâre about to confess a crimeâ
You swallowed âmaybe I amâ
That got his attention
He turned his head fully now, watching you.
Your heart pounded so loud it felt like it was echoing in your ears âRafeâŠâ You almost stopped there, because the second you said his name, he looked at you with that sharp, focused stare of his. Like he was trying to read every thought in your head before you said it.
You looked away toward the water âI think I'm in love with you....â
The words slipped out quietly.
The moment they existed the entire world seemed to go still.
The breeze.
The water
Even the distant boat engine, for a second Rafe didnât react at all.
Then he laughed, not loudly, not kindly either.
Just a short, disbelieving sound âYou serious right now?â he said.
Your chest tightened immediately âIâm not jokingââ
He shook his head slowly, like he couldn't believe what he was hearing
âyouâre kiddingâ
ânoâ
Rafe leaned forward, elbows on his knees and staring down at the dock âJesusâ he muttered under his breath.
The reaction hurt more than you expected âI didnât say it to make things weirdâ you said quietly
âWell, it workedâ that stung.
You turned toward him âyou donât have to be an ass about itâ
He looked up at you sharply âwhat do you want me to say?â
âwhat do you feelâ
For a moment he just stared at you.
There was something flickering in his expression. Something uncertain, but it hardened quickly âyou want the truth?â he said
âyeaâ
He stood up suddenly pacing a few steps down the dock before turning back âyouâre a Pogueâ
The word came out harsh.
Like an accusation.
Your stomach dropped
âso?â
âso?â he repeated incredulously âyou think my family would accept that?â
âthis isnât about your familyâ
âeverything is about my familyâ His voice rose slightly âyou donât get it, alright? I have enough problems already without adding thatâ
âadding what?â you demanded
âdating some Pogue girl from the Cut!â
The words echoed across the water.
Silence fell between you. Your chest felt tight âso thatâs all I am to you?â you asked quietly âa problem?â
Rafe dragged a hand through his hair in frustration âthatâs not what I saidââ
âItâs exactly what you said!â You stood up now too âGod, Rafe! I didnât ask you to marry meâ I-I just told you how I really feel!â
âYeah, well maybe you shouldnât haveâ
The words came out sharp and defensive.
They hung there between you
You felt like something inside your chest cracked âyou know what?â you said softly
âWhat?â
You forced a small nod âforget I said anythingâ
You started walking toward the end of the dock and Rafe frowned slightly
âWhere are you going?â
âhomeâ
âdonât do thatâ
âdo what?â
âthat dramatic exit thingâ
You turned around slowly âdramatic?â you repeated
His jaw tightened âyouâre the one who asked for honestyâ
â5hen answer the question...â you said quietly
He stared at you.
The silence stretched so long it became unbearable, but finally he muttered âI donât feel the sameâ
Your heart dropped, you studied his face carefully trying to see if it was true, trying to see if there was even a tiny crack in his expression, but he had already built the wall back up, cold, closed off
You nodded slowly âokay...â
He looked almost surprised that you didnât argue.
You walked past him toward the shore, then you left.
Rafe didnât follow you.
But he stayed standing on that dock long after you were gone
Staring at the place where you had been sitting.
ââââàšà§ââââ
A year later you heard about the engagement in the worst possible way.
Not from him
Not even from someone who knew you cared.
Just island gossip drifting across a crowded beach bonfire ââŠdid you see the ring?â someone said. Their voice full of excitement âItâs huge.Rafe proposed to Sofia last weekend!â
You were halfway through lifting a beer to your mouth when the words reached you.
Your hand stopped midair, someone laughed nearby, music thumped from a speaker, waves rolled softly onto the sand â but for a moment all of it sounded far away.
Rafe proposed
Of course he did
You took a slow sip of the beer anyway, pretending nothing had happened. Pretending your chest didnât feel like someone had reached inside and twisted something important.
One of the guys next to you nudged your shoulder âYouâre quietâ
âjust tiredâ you said
That wasnât entirely a lie. Youâd spent the last year trying to get over.
Trying to forget the dock
Trying to forget the way he looked at you when you left.
Apparently he had moved on just fine
ââââàšà§ââââ
A few weeks later the races came back.
They happened every summer out past the Cut â unofficial, illegal half the time, loud enough that the sheriff occasionally tried to shut them down.
Dirt bikes
Engine smoke
Bets shouted across crowds
You hadnât gone in months.
But tonight you needed the distraction. The field was already packed when you arrived. Headlights cut through the dusk, engines revving, music blasting from someoneâs truck.
You swung your leg off your bike and pulled off your helmet, shaking your hair loose.
The air smelled like gasoline and warm dirt. This was your world. Not Figure Eight docks. Not Kook engagements.
Someone from across the lot yelled your name âare you racing tonight?â
You lifted a shoulder âmaybeâ
Your fingers were still adjusting the strap on your gloves when a familiar voice cut through the noise
âWell, look at thatâ
Your body froze
You knew that voice instantly.
You turned slowly, and there he was.
Leaning against a black truck like he had every right to be there. Rafe Cameron
The same messy blond hair, the same sharp posture, the same restless energy like something inside him was always seconds away from snapping. Except now there was something new.
A ring
Gold glinting on his left hand as he folded his arms.
Your eyes flicked to it before you could stop yourself.
He noticed
Of course he did.
His jaw tightened almost immediately âdidnât think you still came to theseâ he said.
His voice sounded casual, but his eyes were studying you too carefully.
You shrugged âdidnât think Kooks did eitherâ
A couple guys nearby went quiet suddenly very interested in the conversation
Rafe pushed away from the truck slowly, his boots crunched in the dirt as he stepped closer âyou riding?â he asked
âyeahâ
âStill reckless thenâ
You tilted your head âstill annoying thenâ
For a second it looked like he might smirk, but the expression disappeared before it fully formed
A bike roared past nearby, kicking up dust between you.
Neither of you moved
Up close now, you could see the faint shadow of exhaustion under his eyes. Like he hadnât been sleeping well.
Your gaze dropped to the ring again âcongratulationsâ you said finally.
He followed your eyes down to his hand, then back to your face and something about his expression shifted slightly â irritation, maybe, or discomfort âYeahâ he said.
The word sounded flat.
You nodded once âWell. Guess you got what you wantedâ
His jaw flexed âyou think you know everythingâ
âI know enoughâ
Silence stretched.
The tension between you felt thick enough to touch.
Rafe rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly restless âYou've been good?â he asked.
The question felt almost awkward coming from himâyeahâ
âStill on the Cut?â
âwhere else would I be?â
He didnât answer, instead his eyes drifted past you toward your bike, then back to you
âYou always liked the fast onesâ he muttered. A few seconds passed.Then you gestured toward the line of bikes forming for the next race âI should get readyâ
You stepped around him, but as you passed his hand shot out suddenly and grabbed your wrist, not rough, just fast.
You froze
For a moment neither of you spoke. His fingers loosened slightly when he realized what heâd done, but he didnât let go completely
âWaitââ he said
Your heart was beating too hard âWhat?â
Rafe stared at you like he was trying to say something and couldnât figure out how. His eyes flicked down to your lips for half a second, then back up âYou disappearedâ he said
âyou told me toâ
âThatâs not what Iââ
âYou said you didnât feel the sameâ
The words came out sharper than you meant. Rafe went quiet.
His grip on your wrist slowly faded until he let go completely âYeah..â he muttered.
You studied him for a moment, then you nodded toward his ring again âSo why are you acting like this matters?â
That question hit him harder than he expected. You could see it immediately, because the truth â the one heâd been ignoring for a year â suddenly felt very loud in his head.
He had everything he was supposed to want.
The perfect girl, the perfect future, the perfect life.
âand I regret that every single day..â he whispers quietly
But standing here, watching you climb onto your bikeâŠSomething inside his chest twisted painfully.
He remembered the dock.
He remembered the way you looked when you told him you loved him, and the way you walked away.
The race organizer shouted something in the distance.
Engines roared to life.
You swung onto your bike and pulled your helmet back on, but before lowering the visor, you looked at him one last time âGood luck with the wedding Cameron.â Then you kicked the engine.
The bike roared forward, dust spraying behind you as you sped toward the starting line, and Rafe stood there watching you disappear across the track, watching the girl he had pushed away.
The girl who once loved him enough to say it out loud.
The realization hit him slowly.
Then all at once.
Heâd spent a year convincing himself he made the right choice. But the second you rode away from him againâHe felt the exact same thing he had on the dock.
Like something important was leaving. And this timeâŠHe wasnât sure heâd ever get it back.
hi!! iâve been loving your mbf marathon so muchh. i saw that you wrote a drew fic with the song âsuch a funny wayâ, and i was wondering if i could request it for rafe as well? i feel like it would work sooo well for him, but if not thatâs totally okay!! also iâm literally not ready for the marathon to end :( lolol
omg yes!!! i'll gladly do it for you đ«Ą working on it and will be posting after the marathon ends hehe
i'm soooo happy that you love the marathon and so not ready for it to end, too đ although i have a few doubts about it being good lolll
thank you smm for the request and your sweet words đ«¶đ«¶ i'll be tagging you when i post ittt!!!!
â .⊠ĘË HOUSE TOUR . . . single!dad!rafe x kindergarten!teacher!reader
in which . . . a blind date with a single dad? heck, yeah!
warnings . . . awkward rafe (only in the beginning đ), smut, oral (f receiving), tit sucking, piv, unprotected sex, creampie, swearing, praise kink (i think), side note: i'm bad at this
MAN'S BEST FRIEND writing marathon . . . fic #11
â this concept is fully inspired by @delilahsturniolo !
the fancy restaurant was everything you had expected. never once were you able to go there by yourself, so when you were set up in a blind date by one of your friends in this specific restaurant, you know you just have to do it. that's how you get yourself waiting for a man, almost leaving when it took you two glasses of drink finished in the span of time.
you got up from your seat, already walking away from the reserved table as you sigh to yourself thinking that you've been stood up when a voice calls out from behind you making you turn on your heel. "how long have you been waiting?" he was out of breath, trying to keep himself composed, "i'm so sorry, something came up last minute and i didn't have your number. i'm such an idiot!"
your mouth were agape, not once expecting for this to happen as you stand there in silence. "please, have a seat." he calls out, already making his way to your side before pulling your chair back out for you to sit. he fixes his tie right after sitting down, trying his best not to be awkwardâand failingâapologizing once more, "i'm truly sorry. this wasn't apart of my plans at all."
seeing how nervous he looks, you try your best to assure him, "it's okay, i understand." with a smile that made him falter slightly when he made eye contact with you. "let'sâlet's order first?" he asks, scratching his eyebrow as he calls for the waiter. the both of you spent the next few minutes ordering, him telling you to order whatever you want even if it's too much because he had made you wait. you refused at firstâacting like you areâbut ended up ordering half the menu.
the two of you were left alone right after, him clearing his throat as he try to start a conversation. "what do you do for a living?" he asks, and you can see how he's trying not to curse himself out for asking the most boring question ever, holding in your own laughter at how cute he's being. "i'm a kindergarten teacher," you nodded to yourself and his eyes widened slightly as if he wasn't expecting it at all. "shocking, i know."
"what? noâi didn't meanâ" he stutters, thinking that he had screwed everything up all because he couldn't hide his own reaction. taking a deep breath, "it's not shocking. i just didn't think that a kindergarten teacher would go out on dates like this, you know?" that made you laugh, did he think that someone with an occupation like you doesn't have a personal life? "i messed up again, didn't i?" he closed his eyes in embarrassment when he sees you laughing at him.
"we do get a little too caught up in our work, if that's what you're trying to say." you're smiling ear to ear now, trying to suppress your own laughter as you bit on your lower lip. he sigh, "i'm actually so bad at this because it's been a long time since the last date i've been to." as he shook his head with a smile tugging on his lips, looking at you now. you couldn't help yourself, but stare into his eyesâbeautiful eyesâas you listen to him talk.
"and how did it end?" you softly ask, chin propped on your palm with your elbow on the table. "it didn't end well." he hesitated at first, rethinking every decision he's about to make before letting out a breath, "and before this go any further, i think i should tell youâor warn youâ" both your hands were on the table now as you wait for him to continue, a bit nervous from the way he's acting. "i have a daughter."
"i'm a single dad," he closes his eyes then, "you can leave now if you want, i'm just telling you now so that you won't feel like i'm lyingâ" you stopped his rambling by taking his hand in yours, making him look at you. "i appreciate you telling me now," you started, "but i really don't mind." if anything, it only turns you on even more. a responsible man? yes, please. your answer made him smile almost too widely, his teeth now showing. "really?" he was in disbelief.
"yeah, it's not like you're a serial killer or something." a beat of silence, "or are you one, too?" you awkwardly add, your smile dropping comically that it made him laugh. he shook his head, "i can assure you that i'm not,"
"well, that's a relief." you let out a sigh, all the awkwardness melting away now that his nervousness seems to fade away as he continue laughing.
dinner went well, you learned many things about himâsome of them being unexpectedâand you tell him things about you just as much. when you ask him about his daughter, he would tell you everything about her with nothing, but fondness in his eyes like she was everything to himâshe is.
the night air hits your bare shoulders when the two of you step out of the restaurant, walking side by side along the sidewalk in a comfortable silence. "so," you started, and he hummed, "so," dragging the word out before stopping in his tracks to look at you. "i should get going," you can almost see the disappointment in his face when you say it, clearly not wanting the night to end.
"yeah," he scratches the back of his head, looking away from you rather awkwardly. you hummed, kissing his cheek as you tell him goodbyeâyou can see him turning red just a bitâalready pulling out your phone before walking away. "waitâ" his voice calls you out, his footsteps getting closer towards you yet again. "how are you going home?"
you show him the screen to your phone, "uber." as you try to continue what you were doing, but he stopped you before you could go any further. "let me send you home."
"really?" you ask in disbelief, never experiencing this type of date before. most guys you went on a date with were pretty much assholes, never once caring about you after the date ended because in their exact same word, you're the most boring person they had gone out with. "yeah," he says almost breathlessly, already leading you to his car.
the drive was surprisingly wasn't filled with awkward silence as he try to converse with youâyou thought that it was kinda cute of himâand you telling him the directions to your house. you don't know why, but you actually trusted him in taking you home, even telling him the exact address to your house without a doubt. the car came to a stop, the two of you sitting there in silence before you turn to look at him.
"thank you for dinner, i had a really great time." you hummed as you nod towards him. both his hands were still on the steering wheelâlike he was holding himself back from doing something he shouldn't, "i had a great time, too." and as if he had remembered something, he took off his seatbelt, telling you to wait before rounding the car to your side to open the door for you.
you chuckled when he held his hand out for you to take, "thank you," but he didn't let go of your hand even after you had gotten out, with you not making any effort to do so, too. as if something had strike up an encouragement inside you, "do you want to come in?"
his silence scared you, thinking that he's probably thinking that you're weird for even asking that on a first date. "it's okay if you don't want toâi was just, you know," it's your turn to trip over your words now, already trying to pull your hand away from his, but he had only tighten his hold on yours. "i'm sorry that was soâ" you tried again, but before you can finish your rambling, he's already leaning in for a kissâit was almost rushed, both his hands holding your face nowâyou can hear him whispering "fuck it" to himself as if to reassure himself.
you melted almost immediately into the kiss, arms wrapping themselves around his neck as you pull him closer. he backed you up until your back hits his car, his hand going down to pick up one of your thighs to hold them against his waist as the other one went down to your waist to pull you closer against him that you can feel his chest against yoursâhis heart beating so fast it was actually turning you on knowing that it's from the effect you have on him.
that's what led the two of you hereâyou laying flat on your back with your dress pushed up your waist as he bury his face there, in between your legsâyour panties were basically ripped off from you, leaving you bare in front of him. the buttons to his shirt were undone, tie left forgotten as he grip your thighs to pull you closer with his tongue diving into you like a man starving.
you can feel yourself getting closer, moaning out his name as your fingers went down into his hair, "'m so close, rafeyâ" you whine out, pulling him closer. he can sense it from the way you're pulsing around his tongue that you're close, but before anything could happen, he pulls away from you making you whimper out of frustrationâhe was teasing you.
"need to feel you around me when you do, yeah?" you can see the smirk plastered on his face as he kisses his way up from your inner thighs to your stomach, pushing the dress further up with him. he stopped in his tracks when he sees your bare chestânipples hardening from the air hitting your skinâpulling away just to get a better look at you. "beautiful,"
and without a warning, he latches his mouth around one of your breastsâtongue swirling around your nippleâmaking you arch your back, urging him closer as his hand went up to cup the other one. you were a mess under him, hands going to his shoulders as you grip onto his shirt. he pulls away for just a second to shrug his shirt off, throwing it somewhere around the room just to let you mark him properly.
you can feel him leaving marks here and there before switching to the other side of your breast, but you couldn't care less at that moment. his grunts against your skin made your whole body shook, feeling too much at the moment.
when he had given your breasts enough of his attention, he pulls away to kiss youâdeepâmaking you moan into the kiss when you feel his tongue moving against yours. that's when he fully takes your dress off of you, leaving you bare in front of him. his stare made you falter slightly, moving your hands to cover yourself up just for him to stop you with a click of his tongue, "no hiding from me."
you swear you felt yourself getting wetter if that's even possible at that point.
not wasting any second, he unbuckle his belt before pushing his pants down along with his boxer, your mouth falling open to the sight of him. "you're drooling," he chuckled, hand going down to hold you by the chin so you're looking at him and it only made you even more breathless. lining himself up to your entrance, you gasp when he nudge his head in.
"are you okay?" his voice was soft, opposite of what the two of you're doing as he brushes your hair away from your face with his free hand. "mhm," you managed to let out, nodding your head as you look at him, but he shook his head as he pull away from your entrance and you whine at the loss. "use your words, baby." you bit your lower lip to the nickname, closing your eyes just to keep yourself composed.
"yesâ'm okay," you whimpered, already shifting yourself closer to him that it made the smirk on his face wider. without any warning, he pushes himself into youâinch by inchâburying himself deep into you. your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling, hands reaching out for him blindly. he leaned down, peppering your face with kisses to distract you before moving inside you.
it felt so good, you thought, but it wasn't enough. "faster, please," you whine out, arms wrapping themselves around his neck. he didn't say anything, wrapping your thighs around him tighter as he moves, the sound 'plap, plap, plap' filling the space of your room the faster he gets. you can feel him trailing kisses everywhere he can reach, leaving marks here and there as your nails scratch the skin on his backâthe pain urging him closer.
"fuck, you feel so good." he grunts out, forehead dropping to your shoulder when he feels you clenching around him. you can feel him getting closer, not missing the way he's pulsing inside you. without another thought, you lock your ankles around him to stop him from pulling out.
"need to feel you inside me, rafeâ" you whine out, pulling him closer to kiss him and instead of slowing down, he went faster as one of his hands went down to where the two of you are connected to circle his thumb around your clit. you were seeing stars at that point, head spinning as nonsense keep tumbling their way out of your mouth.
"shit," he whimpered out, his forehead dropping onto yours as he finally spill himself inside you. you can feel him painting your walls white with his release as he slow down his pace, riding you through your highs. when he finally pulls out, you feel yourself clenching around nothing at the loss. his eyes were stuck to the mess between your legs, his own release spilling out of you as he pushes them back in using his own finger making you whine as you try to close your legs.
he laughs softly at that, hovering over you before leaving a kiss on your forehead, "you did so good f'me," and it only made you rub your thighs against each other at the compliment. the awkward guy at the restaurant? gone. you don't know what you had expected from the blind date set up by your friend, but it surely is not this.
from how good it was, you're not even questioning the fact that he's a dad because he had shown you exactly why he is one. are you complaining, though? nope.
â .⊠ĘË DON'T WORRY I'LL MAKE YOU WORRY . . .
in which . . . you're lying to yourself as much as you're lying to rafe, but you would never admit it.
warnings . . . angst, reader being avoidant
MAN'S BEST FRIEND writing marathon . . . fic #10
â this concept is fully inspired by @delilahsturniolo !
staring up the ceiling, thoughts ran through your mind as you lay there in the dark. rafe was asleep by then, curled on his side with his hand reaching out for you, leaving you to ponder. it wasn't supposed to be like this, no. you were there to make up your mindâto actually decideâafter the few days you had spent ignoring him, but how were you supposed to say no to him?
it's not helping how it was annoyingly good, making it worse.
it all started because you had decided to finally call him back a week after he had spent basically spamming your phone with calls and texts from him. he thought that he had done something wrongâthought that he had broke your heartâand made you mad to the point you're giving him the silent treatment.
what he doesn't know is that you're fighting the heavy feeling in your chest everytime you think about him, about how far the two of you had taken this 'relationship' to. you don't know how to explain it, is it guilt? it felt almost sinful that it keeps you up at night, just thinking about it alone. your heart won't stop it's abnormal beating everytime the thoughts come running through your mind.
he had picked the phone up as soon as it rang, didn't even think twice when he saw your name on the screen as he says almost breathlessly, "hey," you can hear him letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "hi." your voice was barely above a whisper, fingers fiddling with the end of your shirt.
"haven't heard from you for so long. are you okay?" his voice was hopeful, almost too excited to hear your voice after the time he had spent imagining it, "i've been waiting." he added right after, like he had rehearsed it before. it made your heart flipped, not sure what you're feeling after hearing him telling you that. what you know is that you don't like the feeling at all, wanting it gone as soon as possible.
the thing is that every single time you see him, every single time you ended up spending more time with him, you felt okay. you felt like you want to feel this way for the rest of your life, wanting nothing more, but to be with him.
until he would drift off to sleep right next to you, leaving you pondering everythingâevery single little thingâto the point you would leave his house, walking home feeling disgusted with yourself for letting it happen when you were supposed to do the opposite of it. that's when you would ignore him, leaving him hanging as you avoid every possibility of you meeting him.
so when you see his truck parked right in front of your house, you know that you can't avoid it any longer.
a knock to the front door, "i know you're in there. justâplease, talk to me." his voice calls out from the other side. you were just a few steps away from the door, heart pounding through your chest as you thought about what would happen when you finally open it. his eyes widened slightly when he sees you, scanning your face as if to check whether you're hurt.
"i was worriedâ" he was on the verge of tears, about to break down right in front of you, but you had cut him off before he could. "what are you doing here?" your question caught him off guard. what do you even mean by that? why else would he be there except for you?
"i'm here because you weren't answering your phone," he shook his head in disbelief, "i don't understandâdid i do something wrong? you were fine the day before you disappear on me, leaving me waiting for you like an idiotâ" he was furious, angry towards himself for not being able to understand you when it's the only language he want to learn, but can't seem to be able to.
you cut him off again, "gosh, rafe, can't you read the signs?" and it made him feel like he's physically crumbling right there in front of you. it would be a lie if he didn't notice them, he wasn't an idiot, but he kept telling himself that it's nothing just so he could be with you.
"no, the real question is that do you even know what signs you're sending?" he couldn't stop himself from raising his voice, frustration building up. "one second, you're okayâwe're okayâlike you actually want this whole thing to happen, like you're actually mine just as much as i'm yours. then the next second, it's like something had switched inside your head, making you leave me without any warning, leaving me questioning where i actually stand in your life!"
you were taken aback by his sudden outburst, not sure now what you're actually trying to do this whole time when it's being questioned in real time. guilt starts spreading itself inside you, your heart feeling heavier now that it made your breath stutter.
shaking your head, you mask every emotion you're feelingârefusing to let him see this side of youâwith a straight face. "you deserve someone stable, rafe. i'm not the one for you, your friends had made it clear the last time they found out about me. i'm an emotional lotteryâ!" your voice breaks without you wanting it to as you look away from him.
"i don't give a fuck about what they think, okay!?" he was pacing around now, trying to calm himself down, and you had to hold yourself back from reaching for him like you would always do to comfort him. "the only thing i need to know is that do you love me?" his question made you freeze. do you love him? there's no right answer for you and you know it.
if it's a yes, then you would be stuck in the same loop of guilt bearing in your chest, leaving you questioning your choice, but if it's a no? you would lose him forever. you don't know which one would be worse.
so you try to reason with him, "your dad doesn't like meâ" only for him to grip the side of your arms, shaking you slightly as he forces you to look at him in the eyes. "it's not about him. it's about meâabout us! can you stop thinking about the others now, for fuck's sake!" he gritted his teeth, trying so hard not to hurt you, but his patience were running thin.
tears well up in your eyes as you stare into his. he could see your answer just by looking into them, but didn't expect for what you were about to say next, "no, i don't love you." like it was the final answer, the only right thing for you to say right there to his face.
he could physically feel his heart breaking in his chest, but the only thing he could do was nod, letting go of his hold on you as he steps back. regret starts spreading through you when you see the look on his face, but you know that it's too late now that you had dropped the final answer for him. he was already making his way to his truck when he turns back.
"you know, you actually fooled me this whole time. i really thought that you loved me, but i guess you're just so good at lying. too good." he chuckled humorlessly, shaking his head in disbelief. disappointed with himself for not seeing it from the startâfor actually letting himself fall for itâas he get into the driver's seat before driving off without sparing you another glance.
you were left alone then, feeling far from relief like you thought you would feel after everything had ended. well, at least he'll never let himself go through this again, never letting himself worry so much like he did towards you because you're the only person who could tick that side of him like no other could.
