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annotation :Rafe is begging you to delete the Instagram post where he's wearing makeup, where you practically made him sit still while you painted him and made him pout for effect by signing: "My beloved does everything I say."
"Delete it, baby, delete it, delete it, delete it, please," sounded so pleading that it was almost pathetic.
But you're having fun. Not everyone gets to see Rafe Cameron himself begging, right? Especially when you're his favorite girl, whom he can't handle, and so you do whatever your heart desires.
"No, honey, I like it. You're so cute there," you said almost boringly, looking at him innocently and almost mockingly pinching his cheek, touched by his expression.
He's so cute.
"Baby!" he exclaims desperately, but he doesn't move away, just leans on you harder to pin you to the mattress and take your phone.
"Topper has already eaten into my brain that it's a damn heel!"
"Aren't you like that?"
You pouted, raising an eyebrow for emphasis. There was a moment's silence, followed by a disappointed groan.
"Yes, I am," he snorted, trying to look damn angry and annoyed, but it only touched you even more.
"But they don't have to know, you know. They can't know that I'm under your damn thumb and doing whatever you want. Come on, baby, get out," he went on a long moan.
You couldn't stand it, so you squinted, holding the phone tighter just in case, so that he wouldn't pick it up ahead of time before you inserted the conditions.
"You'll buy me ten stuffed animals, and they'll be on our bed. Agreed?"
It was tough because he literally hated the way your toys, which you didn't need at all, were lying on the bed.
You thought he wouldn't agree, but he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Great, at least twenty. Get out, baby. We'll go get them right now, if you want."
You raised your eyebrows in surprise, but you smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips before going to your page and deleting the photo. Under his close supervision, of course. This made him groan softly at the number of likes the post had garnered.
"Whiner," you whispered, putting down your phone. You just saw his face relax with relief and jumped off the bed. Finally, she exclaimed, "It's time to buy neighbors for our bed!"