interruptions
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warnings: 18+ ony, smut, bratty!reader, established relationship, public sex, caught, unprotected sex, p in v sex, bully!reader we love a girlboss
“big party tomorrow.” rafe says, watching you braid your hair effortlessly just as you do every night.
“yup.” you say, only half listening as you tie the pink scrunchie around the end of your braid, matching with your pink silky pajamas.
“are you gonna have an attitude tomorrow?” rafe questions as you get into bed next to him.
“of course.” you roll your eyes before looking at him. “but you like my attitude, right?”
“mhm.” rafe places a hand on your hip, pulling your body closer to his. “i like it when you get all spicy, even if that means i gotta drain my bank account to get you happy again.”
“if you just listened to me in the first place you wouldn't have to pay me off to like you again.”
“are you gonna let me fuck you tonight?” rafe asks, hand moving from your hip to your bum, giving it a squeeze.
“nooo.” you groan, flopping onto your back. “you should have told me you wanted to fuck before i showered!”
“i always want you baby.” rafe pouts his bottom lip out.
“well…” you sigh dramatically. “after the party tomorrow you can then. or maybe at the party if you actually listen to me.”
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rafe did everything right. he wore exactly the clothes you chose for him, got you your favorite drinks to pregame with, even put on your favorite songs in his truck on the way to the party.
“you've been such a good boyfriend today, rafey.” you coo, words slurring together slightly from how tipsy you are.
“yeah?” rafe smirks. “i get to smash then?”
“mhm.” you nod, pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips, smearing your lip gloss over his mouth. “want you right here.”
rafe glances around the crowded patio. “how about the kitchen?”
“fine.” you concede, allowing rafe to stand first before he helps you up from the couch, swaying slightly in your heels.
rafe keeps your hand locked tight in his fist as he leads you into the house.
“get out.” he growls at the couple already making out in the kitchen. you snicker as they quickly leave.
“my big bad boyfriend everyone is afraid of.” you laugh as rafe lifts you to set you on the countertop, quickly stepping in between your legs.
“you're not afraid of me.” rafe points out.
“nope, but you should be of me because if you don't fuck me right here right now, im breaking up with you.”
rafe knows it's not a serious threat, but he wouldn't risk it anyways as he leans in, capturing your mouth in a kiss.
his hand drops between your legs, diving underneath your skirt as you spread your thighs. rafes fingers delve underneath your panties, feeling your wetness that is already building.
“fuck.” you curse, head tipping back.
“gotta be quiet baby.” rafe warns before you can even moan. “don't wanna get interrupted, do we?”
“mmm.” you hum, trying to keep yourself quiet. “fuck me, come on. if i wanted you to finger me i would have told you to do that.”
“okay, okay.” rafe shakes his head, a smile on his face. he's truly met his match with you.
rafe moves your body along the counter until your back is facing the entryway. he carefully undoes his pants and pulls his cock out, keeping them up on his hips in case anyone comes in.
rafe pushes your skirt up, smirking as he pushes your underwear to the side and lines up with your entrance.
“kiss me.” you say, tugging on his shirt. “im gonna moan, you gotta kiss me.”
rafe covers your lips, swallowing your sounds with his mouth as he sinks inside of you.
rafe keeps kissing you, getting lost in your lips as his hips swing back and forth, steadily fucking in to you. your arms wrap around his shoulders and to anyone just walking past the kitchen they'd likely just think you were making out.
“harder.” you moan against his lips.
rafe wishes he could push you back against the counter, to undress you and splay you out like he really wants to, but you are at a party after all, and then rafe would have to punch everyone who saw you in the compromising position.
“i got you baby.” rafes hands dig into your hips, pulling you even closer to the edge of the counter as he pushes into you harder, feeling the way your cunt squeezes around his cock.
“oh, that's it.” you moan, tucking your head into the crevice between his shoulder and neck.
rafe wraps one arm around your waist, holding you up as you start to wither, focus moving just to your pleasure instead of keeping you both somewhat covered.
“so tight and warm for me baby.” rafe says, large hand spreading over your back, feeling the soft material of your dress.
“you feel so good.” you whine.
“i know baby, i got you-” rafe loves the way you come undone when hes inside of you, the way your attitude disappears. he's about to praise you more when someone he doesn't recognize steps into the kitchen, probably some touron.
“get out.” he growls.
“just grabbing more beers.” the guys words slur together, obviously drunk.
“get out!” rafe shouts this time, not stopping the motion of his hips.
the guys hand halts halfway reaching to the fridge, eyes struggling to focus before widening in realization. “you two are fucking!”
he runs out of the kitchen, beers long forgotten.
“sorry about that princess.” rafe chuckles.
“just don't stop.” you bring your hands to grip onto his shirt, hands fisted in the material as he thrusts into your cunt.
“never gonna stop baby, your pussy feels too good.” rafe presses his head into your neck, pressing kisses against your delicate skin.
“leave a mark, please.” you whine. you usually don't allow rafe to leave visible hickeys, but you need it, need everyone to see that you're claimed as his, even if you do end up covering it most of the time with concealer until it fades.
rafe keeps his hips pushing in as his lips attach to your neck, sucking harshly before pulling back, watching the purple bloom right before his eyes.
“see, i told you someone was having sex in your kitchen!”
rafe looks up to see the beer seeking guy dragging kelce through the archway.
“get out!” you squeal, turning to see kelces eyes widen.
“dude, that's rafe!” kelce pulls the guy away, leaving as quick as they entered.
“fuck.” you groan, tipping your head back.
“hey, it's okay.” rafe grunts. “kelce will keep everyone out. want you to cum for me.”
you pout at rafe, willing to ignore the first interruption but the second pissed you off.
“hey.” rafe says softly, hips slowing as he grips your chin in is hand. “can you do that for me?”
you take a moment before nodding, giving up your attitude as rafe begins to move again, thrusting harder, hands gripping your hips.
“oh, fuck!” you moan out.
“squeeze around me baby, that's it.” rafe encourages you, panting as he smashes into you.
“im-im close.” you barely have time to say it before your orgasm pushes through your body, back arching as you cum hard, shaking on the counter as rafe pushes into you, shoving his cock as deep as he can to release.
“fuck!” rafe groans.
“shit, that was good.” you pant, chest heaving up and down as you recover from your high.
“you needed that huh, baby?” rafe chuckles, carefully pulling out and tucking himself back into his pants before slotting your underwear back over your cunt, now wet with your juices and his cum dripping out of you.
“mhm.” you giggle, in a much better mood now.
“you wanna keep partying?” rafe questions. “or head home?”
“head home and cuddle.” you laugh softly. “but i gotta do something first.”
you slide off the counter, rafe following closely behind you as you stomp through the party until you set eyes on your target.
you grab a cup out of a girls hand, not caring that she protests as you walk over to the turon, turning the cup and dumping the alcohol over his head.
the guy sputters and turns around, now soaking wet. you just smile at him before strutting away.
“i really love you.” rafe says, wrapping his arm around your waist, leaving the game as the power couple you truly are.
“i know.” you smirk.
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