dollie!

maybe peace was worth losing people for

₊  ֹ  ˖ RAFE && HIS OVERDRAMATIC GIRLFRIEND     ᱺㅤㅤ   ୨౿ 

oh, how you loved raising rafe’s water bill as you stood in the hot stream of water for hours. it made your body and muscles loosen.

calm down.

perks of having a rich boyfriend, you guess. (not that you relied on him—you were a lady; you could handle your expenses very well, even if you would get your card robbed by rafe and your wallet replaced with his card—and maybe, well, a good spank afterward if you spent too much of your own.)

you could hear some shuffling here and there from outside the bathroom—probably rafe back from his golf date with his other lover.

fucking topper.

yes, that’s how you worded it before he left this morning. might as well be topper’s boyfriend if he’d rather play golf with him than spend time with you shopping online.

before you know it, he’s inside the bathroom, grumbling about the amount of steam.

“you like taking showers in hell in your private time?” he says with a frown on his pretty face as he starts undressing.

throwing him a glare, you open the shower door a little to see his face—and he can see your glare.

“fuck off, raphael.” pity? yes. overdramatic? yes. but let’s not talk about that.

before you could curse him some more in your head, he’s walking over, joining you in the shower. naked. god, you were never gonna get over how fucking good he looks.

he wraps both large arms around your waist tightly, his face right into your neck, prepping it with kisses—and you melt—

wait, no, you’re still mad.

“wrecked my wallet enough with your shopping today?” he mumbles into your neck while massaging your waist.

“extra today because you left, asshole.” you aggressively turn around, grabbing some shampoo, washing his head as he looks at you with this loving, dreamy gaze.

oh, how he loved his dramatic girl.

“i had to go, baby—topper’s dad had to talk to me about somethin” he sighs as you massage his head.

“awhh then i guess you didn’t get to spend a lot of time with your boyfriend, huh?” you say.

“c’mon, baby, you know it’s not like that. i can barely tolerate the fucker.” he quickly gets under the water, washing his head, then positions his face back into your neck, putting your arms around his neck.

when you don’t say anything, he knows the drill by now.

“i’m sorry, forgive me, my love. won’t happen again.” he pulls back, leaving tiny kisses on your chest and collarbone.

“fine. on your knees then.” you glare at him still. it’d take a whole lot of spoiling and kisses and quality time to get you to fully forgive him—and he knew that.

but for now, he just got on his knees with a shit-eating grin, putting all his loving where his mouth is, ’cause his sugar-talking wasn’t gonna work tonight.