summary: you prank rafe by calling him another man’s name.
you knew it wouldn’t go well. not like in the tiktok’s you had watched where the girl pranked her man and he got pissed but quickly laughed it off. nope, not with rafe. yet you still did it anyway.
you were in rafe’s living room, the two of you lounging on the couch. your legs were splayed over his lap, the two of you quietly scrolling on your phones, his hand free absently rubbing your ankle.
doing your best to be nonchalant, you opened your camera app, your phone already facing rafe, so you didn’t look suspicious when you pressed record.
“jake, can you fill my water bottle please?” you asked casually, not looking up from your phone, watching rafe through the camera. although to him, it just looked like you were still scrolling.
rafe lasted about two seconds. at first, he shifted as if to get up and do what you asked, but then it hit him.
“who the fuck are you talking to?” his eyes snapped towards you, his brows furrowed, his hand stilling on your calf as he impatiently waited for a response.
“um…you?” you laughed it off, finally looking up from your phone to meet his dark gaze. oh! he was pissed.
“yeah, no. you’re not talking to me, because that’s not my fucking name,” he sat up straighter, pulling his hand away from your leg as if it burned him, scooting slightly so your feet fell off of his lap.
“what are you talking about? i said rafe-“
“no you fucking didn’t. i swear to god, don’t start with your bullshit right now. you said jake.” he cut you off, his voice growing louder, any patience left in him long gone. he was pissed.
“i’m not starting anything, i just think you misheard me.” you said calmly, although you were torn between laughing and also shutting this down right away because you could most definitely see a vein popping out of rafe’s neck, and it was clear that he was genuinely pissed off.
“right, right. i misheard you calling me by another man’s name. you think i’m fucking stupid, huh? is that it?” rafe’s jaw clenched so tightly it clicked, his eyes wild as they scanned your face, anticipating your response.
“no, rafe, i don’t think you’re stupid…” you sighed, ignoring the rest of what he said. you glanced down at your phone again, seeing that the recording had been going on for over a minute now. maybe it was time to wrap it up…
“nah, i must be, huh? rubbing your goddamn feet in my house while you’re sneaking around, fucking some— fuckin’ jake?!” rafe was yelling now, and he was on his feet in an instant, looming over you.
“give me your phone,” he snapped, yanking it out of your hands as you sat there silently, tilting your head up to look at him.
“the fuck you recording this shit for?” rafe muttered, stopping the recording as soon as he held your phone in his hands. his eyes darted between you and the phone, his chest huffing defensively.
“it was just a prank, rafe! something i saw on tiktok.” you offered him a small smile, but he wasn’t laughing. he furrowed his brows at you before looking back at your phone, his fingers quickly swiping out of the camera app and checking all of the routine apps (he went through your phone often).
“mm, tiktok, huh? i’m not fucking stupid.” he scoffed at your words, not buying it, even though somewhere deep down, he did know that you wouldn’t cheat on him. but he wasn’t thinking rationally right now— he rarely did. even if it was a prank, you made him feel stupid. and feeling stupid meant he was inferior to you, and he couldn’t have that.
“yes, it’s a trend. that’s why i was recording…” you told him, sitting up now, but not making any moves to take your phone back from him. you knew that wouldn’t help the situation in the slightest.
rafe laughed humorlessly at your response, not acknowledging it. he was laser focused on scrolling through your instagram dm’s, tiktok dm’s, your texts, even your notes app, as well as your screen time. yep, he covered all the bases and then some. but ultimately, he found nothing incriminating. of course he didn’t. he never did.
with a frustrated grunt, he tossed your phone back towards the couch, where it inevitably slipped over the edge, hitting the hardwood floor with a loud crack. you gasped, quickly standing up to grab it and assess the damage. the screen was shattered.
“rafe…” you breathed, your hands shaking slightly as you held your now shattered phone, looking up at rafe with glassy eyes.
he scoffed, swallowing hard but waved you off, his feet heavy on the ground as he walked out of the living room and out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
you sniffled softly, quickly wiping the falling tears from your eyes as you heard rafe’s car speed off. you felt stupid. god forbid you try to do a stupid little prank on him. but you should have known better. there was no world where rafe would react normally to that.
you got in your own car and left only a few minutes later, driving back to your house with your now non functional phone.
no more than three hours had passed since you had gotten home, when there was a knock on your door. you didn’t answer it. you waited at least a minute for a second knock, which never came. you stood on your tiptoes, checking the peephole, expecting to find rafe standing there. but he wasn’t there. the porch was empty—aside from a small pink gift bag conveniently propped up next to a bouquet of flowers.
you opened the door, grabbing the bag and the flowers and bringing them inside. it was predictable, really. but that didn’t stop you from setting them down on the counter and opening the bag.
inside was a brand new phone—of course. as well as a dainty gold bracelet you had been eyeing since last week. you hated the way you were already starting to forgive him.
you pulled out the sleek iphone box, pulling the top off to reveal the phone of course— but also a note in rafe’s handwriting.
sorry about earlier baby. i didn’t mean to get so mad at you. and i didn’t mean to throw your phone. it was an accident. but now you got a brand new one! put on that pretty little bracelet tomorrow and i’ll take you to brunch and we’ll go shopping. i love you baby! -rafe
you were smiling without meaning to, already excited to go out with rafe tomorrow, and already forgetting that you were hurt and upset. rafe knew exactly how to work you up, break you down, but also how to put you back together in a way that left you asking no questions and having no doubts.
you spent the rest of the night facetiming rafe on your new phone, the events from earlier long forgotten.
it couldn’t have been any later than 6 in the morning when you felt the bed shift beside you, followed by a soft, sleepy grunt. it was still dark outside, and rafe’s alarm hadn’t even gone off yet.
“baby, i gotta leave soon,” rafe mumbled against your neck from behind, his voice still thick with sleep. your back was pressed against his chest, his arm draped across your waist, fingers gently rubbing your soft skin from where your t-shirt rode up.
“hmm?” you yawned, eyes staying shut, but you were slowly waking up. it was monday, you realized, rafe’s long day. he would go into work early and not get back until late. you both hated it.
“won’t see you till late,” he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, his hand rubbing flat against your stomach now, fingers lowering to graze the waistband of your panties, making you shiver, eyes fluttering open, but you didn’t turn around.
you hummed, frowning even though he couldn’t see you. you knew what he wanted, and you wanted it, too. you slowly bent your knee, pushing your ass back against rafe’s middle, and you could already feel him through his boxers, hard and pressing against your ass.
“fuck, gonna miss you today,” rafe breathed, slowly rutting his hips forward, grinding himself against your ass. his hand dipped into your panties, two fingers sliding along your wet slit before gently circling your clit. “shit, baby, you’re already wet and you’re barely even awake yet.”
you whimpered quietly, lips parting in a soft gasp when you felt him. he didn’t waste time, knowing he had to leave soon, and pulled your panties halfway down your thighs, just enough for him to have access to you. he pulled his hard cock out of his boxers, rubbing his leaking head between your folds. he positioned himself at your entrance before slowly pushing in, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
“fuucckkk,” rafe grunted quietly, one hand resting flat on your belly while his other rubbed slow circles against your clit. “god, you’re so warm and wet, so fucking perfect for me.”
your breath caught in your throat, a breathless moan falling from your lips as you shut your eyes, lost in the feeling of rafe gently splitting you open on his cock. your foot rested against his calf, toes curling each time he went deeper.
rafe continued to rock into you, slowly but with purpose. his breathing was heavy against your neck, planting wet, hot kisses along your collarbone, his quiet groans vibrating against you.
“rafe, please,” you whimpered, your hand gripped rafe’s wrist, desperately urging him to continue. your muscles tightening as he brought you closer to the edge. his fingers were working against your clit in tandem with his thrusts, and you didn’t have the energy to try to hold back and make it last.
you came without another word, crying out as your pussy clenched and fluttered around him, your thighs trembling as he fucked you through your orgasm. it was so slow and sensual, a stark contrast to the way rafe would fuck you when the two of you were fully awake.
“yeahhh, there you go, baby, fuck-“ rafe panted softly against your neck, his brows furrowing in concentration as he worked you through your high. “shit, i’m coming, fuck…”
rafe stilled inside of you as his cock twitched, spilling inside of you with a breathless curse. he pulled out about halfway before slowly rocking into you a few more times, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered little ‘i love you’s’ into your skin.
he finally pulled out, already missing the warmth of you, but he had to get ready to leave for work. he pressed one last kiss to your neck, then a longer one on your lips before pulling your panties back up, giving your ass a gentle pat.
“you can go back to sleep, baby. can keep my cum warm in there till i get home later. i love you.” rafe’s words were soft and sweet, yet filthy at the same time and your cheeks flushed, tilting your head to look up at him through sleep filled eyes.
“love you,” you hummed, already drifting back to sleep again. rafe stood up and started dressing himself, careful not to be too loud and wake you again. you hated that he had to leave, but it was easier when this is what he was leaving you with.
a/n: long time no see…. :3
i had a dream about this the other day and had to write it<3
In light of all of this disheartening real-time mass switch up on Rudy, over a fictional show mind you, I’m gonna leave this interview here… read those last paragraphs over and over until some empathy comes to you…
Hi so i really love your writing and i saw you write for jj so i was thinking like one day he sees you playing with his rings so he goes and gets one for reader it being all cute and fluffy just take your time with it thanks
hi! thank you!!! i actually have something really similar to this from months ago! you can read it here :)
yeah i think things are simmering down over there at this point, maybe that will change again when eventually the obx account starts posting part 2 content but still, going on twitter is never something i recommend to someone who wants to keep their peace lmao. you're right tho, rudy's talent speaks for itself, always has and always will
UES LMAO i go on twitter maybe once a month I hate it there 😭 it’s just wild how much traction it’s all getting from non obx sides of the internet. im hoping that rudy protects his peace
To be fair I think a lot of people were saying the acting was shit in the heat of the moment (which is still annoying and fuck them) but i actually see a lot of people who aren't even Rudy stans saying that if there's one thing they need to give him credit for is his acting so maybe not all hope is lost
yeah idk it just goes to show how weird and petty people are and honestly so many people are just projecting. i literally scrolled on twitter for like two minutes and i was getting pissed off so I haven’t been on there since lol but it’s just embarrassing as fuck. rudy’s talent will speak for itself with future projects!
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