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sometimes when i read things where rafe humilliates reader in front of his friends, talking about their sex life in a very degrading way and even when he fucks her in public in front of people I laugh a little because rafe cameron would be the most possessive boyfriend on earth who would rather die than let someone seeing her naked

like he would brag about her but would kill anyone who wanted to see, touch or say anything about his girl

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pushin' it down and praying

summery: after a bad argument in which you mentioned leaving him, rafe takes you for a late night drive to make it up to you.

contents: szn1!rafe ꪆ୧ mentions of an argument ꪆ୧ implied toxic relationship (a given tbh) ꪆ୧ dramatic smut

wrd ct: 1.3k

jami speaks: is this insane for a debut fic??😭 (note i wrote this in the middle of the night and was too nervous to pre-read so sorry if it’s wack)

now playing. . .pushing it down and praying, lizzy mcalpine

If someone held you at gunpoint and told you to describe rafe, the only word that would come to mind is impalpable. but of course there wasn’t just one word to describe him, maybe a million or maybe none but most definitely not just one. He's one of a kind. Impossible to resist, beautiful, intelligent, and —

“You’re so annoying.” Your head limply rests against the passenger window, as lunar light shines through it and bathes you and him. Despite your current vexation towards him, you can’t deny how good he looks like this…gold flaxen hair unkempt, nimble fingers unsure of the pressure they’d like to use to grip the wheel. 

Rafe lets out a sound that’s half scoff and half chuckle — but fully audacious just as his next words will be. His fingers adjust on the steering wheel, tense and then relax. You’re the one who said you were going to leave him over some stupid comment he made, but —“I’m annoying?”

It had been too long of a night. Too much arguing and not enough making up. He was stressed and you knew it, you were lonely and he knew it. So when you begged to spend time with him, he threw it in your face. Rafe always knew how to turn a negative feeling into a sharp blade, fit to cut deep and leave you recoiling into your inhibition. 

Rafe knew he fucked up when he called you clingy. The second the words escaped his lips he felt the shift in the room. You both did. You didn’t cry, you didn’t yell, you stopped arguing…but he still knew you were hurt.

He could see it in the way you began to blink faster, he could hear it when your breath hitched. Which is why after hours of unintentional silent treatment from you, he told you to put your shoes on. He had a “great idea” for a late night drive, one cosmic reason or another. One slick, incredibly apologetic smile and you couldn’t help but agree. He led you to the car and began to drive.

“Extremely annoying…” You mumble underneath your breath, refusing to admit that the longer he drove…slipping his right hand on your thigh as he did so…the more your anger faded into the abyss.

He looks…good. Too good. So you look back out the window to admire the celestial night sky. It’s especially striking tonight — perhaps because of the silence in the car, maybe it’s the speed at which he drives…just fast enough to make all the stars meld together and gleam so brightly it nearly blinds you. 

Then the argument rushes over you again, memories of his harsh words playing back in your head indefinitely, settling down and making home in your mind. Then you’re mad all over again — mad at Rafe for being uncaring, mad at yourself for putting up with it…for loving him. “Sometimes I think we should just call it…”

The words are quiet, said with no real merit or intention but it’s enough to have Rafe fucking reeling. The spread over his skin like wildfire until the burn is unbearable and scarring. He stares at you for a quick moment before he’s pulling into a secluded area and turning to you, eyes wide and frantic. “No, we’re not gonna just call it.”

You scoff, not because you disagree but because you hate how controlling he sounds. “I don’t need your permission to break up with you.”

“We’re not breaking up at all —” He takes a deep breath to calm himself before he makes eye contact with you again. “I buy you everything you want, I fuck you good — I’m good to you.”

Your jaw drops slightly and you can’t help the tiny ripple of laughter that escapes you. “Do you fucking hear yourself? Like, seriously? You think all it takes is money and sex and I’ll just sit down and shut up and let you treat me like shit forever?”

He pauses…when you put it that way… “That’s not…I just meant, I know you’re pissed. I know you are and it’s my fault but you can’t leave me..”

“I can’t or you don’t want me to?”

“I don’t want you to…” His voice is softer than you’ve ever heard it and it gets to you. Maybe it’s how handsome he looks in the moonlight, maybe it’s his words, or maybe you’re just addicted to old patterns…but when he leans in to kiss you, you let him.

His hands grip your hips and pull you onto his lap, your open thighs on either side of his denim clad legs. He feels you up like it’s the last time he ever will, he pulls your hips down into his groin and your grind down into him softly. Every movement is precise, every touch practiced.

“Get in the back…” Rafe grumbles, pulling away from your lips with a strange apprehension. 

You pause, not wanting to prove his point, not wanting to give in…but you can’t deny the want that cascades across your entire body, the way you salivate at the thought of him. You’re ridiculous. You remind yourself with stern direction but you obey him regardless of it. You watch as he climbs backseat with you. You’re complicit as your pants are practically ripped from your body, you bite your lip and return the favor. When you should be pulling away and coming to your senses, you just spread your legs wider.

He fucks like he wants to live inside you, it knocks all the sense out of him — being inside you, kissing you slow and deep and sloppy, spreading your legs open wider and thrusting into you until your legs cramp up and you can’t even find the words to ask him to let up a little because he down in between your melded bodies to rub your clit exactly how you need it.

He takes you like he has something to prove. It’s all you can do to lay there, go from moaning into mouth to into his neck. He locks eyes with you and doesn’t let you look away, his gaze both super steady and blown out. “Tell me you love me, baby..”

You can hardly think over the feeling of him inside of you. “Hmph?”

Then he fucking chuckles in your face, licking his lips before he shakes his head. His voice is pure honey, all syrupy sweet and devotional. “Say it baby…say you love me. Tell me you’ll never leave me.”

It’s — whiplash. He gives you whiplash, too much of everything. Too mean. Too loving, in his own way. Your back arches, body giving into him before your brain can register it. “I love you…so much…please, don’t stop”

He is the whine in your mouth when he pulls your hips down on his dick and gives you his neck to bite, his hair to pull, his lips to taste — when he’s moaning all thin and needy in your ear as you come. “Whatever you want, I‘ll give it t’you, anything, take it, take it, take it.”

He clings to you as he falls apart, shakes and gasps with this stupid, pussy-drunk, gorgeous look in his eyes, the way he looks at you like he can’t believe he even gets to touch you, give you his body as an offering — you’re unsure of whether it’s supposed to be an apology or his way of repaying a debt. Either way, you don’t say anything as completely relaxes on top of you, or as he kisses up and down your neck.

“I know I fucked up…I know you’re mad.” He mumbles against your skin, breath warm and familiar. “Just don’t leave me over stupid shit. Just don’t leave me over anythin’…”

You remain quiet because it’s probably the most sincere you’ve ever heard him, and this is probably the most romantic and gentle he’s ever been with you. You soak in the moment, allowing yourself to be taken over by the weight of his body atop yours.

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ꪆ୧ jami ꪆ୧ 8teen ꪆ୧ loves: cats, obx, cm, flowers, love notes, reality tv, the color yellow, you, and rainy days ꪆ୧ march aries