OBX

The kiss was passionate, you could sense all of Rafe's jealously he had from earlier, as well as the profound love he had for you. You knew he loved you, and you didn't fully fault him for the way he acted outside of home, he had a reputation that was built and as the Kook King, sometimes he had to do more than just be lovey dovely with his girlfriend all the time.

"I love you princess, let me show you how much" He exclaimed, his hands roaming down to your bottom. You felt him squeeze against your cheeks, indicating he wanted you to jump. You did as so, your legs wrapping around his lower back, and your arms squeezing around his shoulders to help keep yourself up.

Rafe lined himself up, before relaxing his arms some letting you slide down onto you. You both let out a moan simultaneously as you felt him fill your walls up, his cock going as far back as it could. He pulled on your hips helping guide you as you rolled your his up against him, tugging against his shoulders to help pull yourself up before grinding back down.

""you like that princess?" He asked out, his muscles flexing as he held you up.

"Yes daddy" You groaned out, already beginning to become out of breath as you continued pulling yourself up and down his thick dick.

your nails dug into his back as the hot water poured down his back, him hissing in response.

" JJ could never fuck you like this could he?" Rafe questioned as he began bouncing your body up him at a quicker pace. you leaned your head back in pure bliss as his tip continued to press against your g-spot. you stayed silent, only angering him when he didn’t get the answer he wanted. He leaned his head away from your neck, his eyes landing on yours before he removed one of his hands, slamming it back down surely leaving a red hand print.

“Fuck rafe! Yes!” You yelped out, your left cheek stinging.

“Good girl” He replied before pressing your back against the wall for support. You almost screamed as he lifted your legs up further, railing into you at a fast pace.

“Oh fuck Daddy you’re gonna make me cum” You cried out as you slid up and down against the tiles on his shower wall at a fast pace.

“Good baby cum on daddy” Rafe pleaded, his hips banging against yours hard. Rafe was breathing hard as he worked his body against you to bring you to your climax, his eyes focused on your breasts that continued to bounce in his face.

“Oh fuck Rafe” you moaned out as you felt the bottom of your stomach tingle , your clit throbbing as you orgasmed. He felt your legs trembling against his arms before he lowered you back down , your legs almost giving out on you. You sighed heavily before beginning to step out of the shower before Rafes large hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you back towards him.

“I’m not finished” he said before glancing his eyes down at his rock hard boner.

“I want your lips around me princess” He stated, his thumb tracing along your bottom lip that was glistening from the shower water. You squeezed your thighs together, giving yourself some friction before lowering down to your knees. His hand immediately went to your hair, pulling it up into a tight ponytail as he lined his tip up with your mouth. You didn’t hesitate to wrap your perfectly plump lips around his head, your eyes looking up at him through your wet lashes. He leaned his head back, his adams’ apple poking out while his hair stuck to his forehead.

You quickly bobbed your heads back and forth, the water pouring down Rafe’s chest helping lube it up for you. You wrapped your tongue around him, helping your cheeks hollow more around him.

Rafe began pushing down against your head, this time his tip hitting the back of your throat over and over again causing you to gag slightly.

“God princess you’re so perfect” He groaned out, placing one of his hands against the wall to now hold his own self up. You reached up, placing your hands against his hip bones, pulling his hips closer to your face, your nose touching his pelvic area.

You let his member pop out of your mouth for a second taking in a much needed deep breath. Rafe finally looked down at you, confusion as you sat still.

“You okay?” He asked, that rough demanding tone now gone, his words only coming out soft and caring.

“I want you to fuck my face” You replied. Rafe’s eyes widened some, completely shocked at the words that came out of your mouth. Rafe had only dreamed of fucking that pretty mouth of yours, but he never wanted to do anything that might potentially hurt you.

“are you sure?” he asked. Instead of replying, you simply opened your mouth, holding your tongue out with your hands placed on either side of you.

Rafe almost came just at that sight, but instead he went ahead and did as you requested, shoving his dick into your mouth. You closed your eyes for a second as you tried holding back the gags, rafes hips thrusting against your mouth at a fast pace. Rafe was leaned over, one hand pressed against the wall behind you as the other held onto the back of your head, pressing your mouth onto him as he continued to do exactly what you wanted.

It was a bit rough and uncomfortable, but the feeling of pleasing Rafe the way you were tonight was well worth it. Rafe looked down, watching himself slide in and out of your mouth over and over, loud groans leaving his as the feeling was almost overwhelming.

“Fuck” Rafe groaned out deeply as he felt himself Cumming, his hips moving in an unsteady pace has his load shot down your throat. He was almost embarrassed at how fast he came but the feeling of your throat squeezing around him, he just couldn’t hold it anymore. You squeezed your hands in a tight ball as you felt your throat clench around him as he held himself in place deep in the back of your throat, your gagging alone riding out his climax for him.

He finally pulled away, I string of saliva trailed to the tip of his dick down to your mouth.

“Holy shit baby” He said as he grabbed your arm, helping you stand up . You smirked as you wiped some of his cum that was left on the corner of your mouth, before placing it into your mouth by your finger. He sighed heavily at the sight, feeling those same butterflies in the pit of his stomach.

“you’re fucking amazing you know that” He praised, looking down at you while the now cold water ran down his body still. You could only grin at him, feeling very proud of your accomplishment.

You both made your way out of the bathroom, just white towels wrapped around your bodies as you made your way to his closet. You grabbed out one of his black t-shirts, placing it over you before crawling your way up next to him in his bed.

You quickly pecked him on the lips mumbling a ‘goodnight’ before flopping yourself over, your ass poking out of the shirt. Rafe furrowed his eyebrows together as he lifted your (his) shirt from you hips, realizing you had on no panties.

“Mmm princess you’re just asking to get fucked again” He responded. You giggled in response, not looking over at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about “ You teased, still facing his bedroom window.

“Mhm” He responded before placing a light tap against your cheek. “You’ll see” he responded, letting you know that you were definitely going to be getting your shit rocked before morning.

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A knock came to your white trimmed window, at 2:30 am. It had to be Rafe, he’d been doing this a lot recently.

He kept getting in trouble, with the law, with his dad, with anyone at all at this point. He wanted a reason to fight, any reason would do. He always ran to you, of course, you didn’t mind, but it was getting too much.

He had started to lash out at you, never physical. That boy could never hurt you. Ever. Not a single finger would ever hurt you.

You got up from your bed to open the window, his back facing you.

“You can’t keep coming this late love,” you pushed it open and he turned around. His face covered in his own blood, his shirt stained from his and probably another’s.

He grips the window seal to hoist himself over and into your room. His ring-clad fingers cut up, his knuckles raw and bloody.

You frowned, why did he have to keep being so violent? Why couldn’t he just be normal Rafe anymore?

He was standing staring at you, his eyes dark, his hair frazzled.

You placed a hand to his chin, rubbing your thumb along the jawline,  where a large bruise was. He flinched slightly, your frown growing bigger as you drop your hand to take his. You bring him to your bathroom.

“I wish you wouldn’t keep doing this,” Sitting him on the closed toilet.

“What else was I supposed to do?” He said, a harshness in his words. You grabbed the hydrogen peroxide out of the cabinet.

He was picking at his scabbed knuckles frantically, not looking you in the eye.

“Rafe,” you said, kneeling in front of him and taking his hands from him.

You took a hydrogen peroxide-soaked cotton ball and dabbed the wounds. He tensed at the feeling but still never looking up.

“Rafe?” you say this time with more annoyance in your voice.

Finally, his head slowly moves up, his eyes meeting yours. There’s a sadness in them now.

“Tell me what happened please?” You asked, your hand moving to his neck, rubbing your thumb to comfort him.

“I-I don’t even know,” he said, his eyes filling with sadness and the slightest bit of rage.

You took another cotton ball, dabbing the cut where his cheek had split between the puncher’s hand and cheekbone. He winced before continuing.

“Some guy told me that- well that-“ he paused and tensed his jaw while you kept dabbing the wound, “well he said that you were well I don’t want to repeat the things he said about you,”

“And so you got into a fight?” You asked, now applying a topical cream to the wounds.

“I couldn’t just let-“ you cut him off.

“Stop getting into useless fights, I don’t care what someone says about me. You’re just hurting yourself,” your frown grows, and you can feel the corners of your mouth dropping more.

“But,” he said standing up.

“No, no but Rafe. Now sit back down and let me put a Band-Aid on it,” Your temper grew shorter and shorter the more you think about the past week. He was here every single night after a physical fight.

The first night, his calf burnt after riding his dirt bike on the gold course, purposely causing chaos.

The second, his elbows were badly cut and his eye bruised after a scuffle with Barry about money.

The third, he ran into JJ and just had to make a remake to get himself choked, visible fingertip marks on his throat.

And tonight, with his cheek busted open and bloody knuckles from reopens wounds, all because someone made crude remarks about me.

You placed the bandage on his cheek and held his head in your hands, you wanted to slap some sense into him but that would be the opposite of your point.

You pulled him into a hug, his head against your chest, “No more fights this week, I’m not kidding,” you pulled his head up to look at you, “now go to bed.”

He said nothing as he got up and stripped to his boxers. You placed a towel on the pillow, in case any excess bleeding occurred. He climbed under your covers. You climbed in shortly after, he lay flat on his back as you placed your head on his chest and arms around his torso.

You woke to steady breathing, it was Friday. You planned to keep Rafe with you all day so there was no chance for him to get into a fight.

You yawned, stretched, and stood. Not long after Rafe stretched with soreness in his movements.

“Let’s go to the beach today?” You asked, pulling a tank top over your bikini. 

“Is that a question or a statement?” He asked through a yawn, referring to how you already had your swimsuit on.

“Get up and hurry,” you said with a smile, leaving the room to get breakfast.

You hurried to Rafe’s truck and he sped to his house. After that you finally reached the beach, just the two of you sitting on a large towel soaking up the sun.

After that the day seemed to move slowly, it dragged on through lunch, and shopping, and then dinner.

A party had been talked of and that made your stomach churn, parties were prime real estate for a fight. Especially if pogues would be attending. Rafe never turned down an opportunity to punch a Pogue. 

You arrived at the party pretty late, drinks were handed to you instantly. Rafe disappeared, showing back up with pupils huge and black. His hands shook intensely. You linked arms and started to walk outside.

“Let me know when sloppy seconds are available,” some said for Rafe, it was some random pogue.

“Say that again,” Rafe gestured by cupping his ear to hear better.

“Rafe don’t,” you tried to pull him away but he shook you off.

“You wanna fucking say that again buddy,” his voice raising it made you shudder. You knew what was coming.

“I want your sloppy seconds,” the pogue said, closing the gap between him and Rafe.

Rafe threw the first punch, hitting him right in the nose, blood began gushing instantly.

“Rafe,” you screamed as they began throwing fast punches.

You tried to grab at his arms, he swung his arm back, his fist still clenched, it hit you in the nose. You stumbled back in Topper, he pushed Kelce towards Rafe. Topper held your nose and tilted your head back.

Finally, it became quiet, Kelce had pulled Rafe off. Rafe was huffing his chest, oblivious to his surroundings.

“Don’t ever talk about her again,” he said, finally turning around to see you, blood down your chin and chest, head tilted back in Topper’s hands.

“I-I’m sorry,” he said, his act softening instantly. He came to walk over, you put out your hand to stop him.

“No,” you said, you pulled your head forward keeping your hand on your nose.

You walked farther from the crowd, Rafe following.

“I’m done Rafe,” you said, he looked defeated with his other eye being punched and the other severely bruised, “I can’t handle this anymore, I can’t handle all the violence,” he looked even more defeated. His knuckles were bloody and re-opened yet again, his cheek bleeding again, his shirt bloody and his mouth blood soaked as well.

“Y/n just-“ you cut him off, “No Rafe it’s over,” you turned walking towards the house. Topper had begun to walk towards you with an ice pack.

“Y/n!” yelled, Kelce walking to hold him back so you could leave.

“Can you take me home,” you asked, grabbing the ice pack, he nodded, grabbing his keys.

The car ride back was silent, not a word spoken. The only noise being your phone ringing over and over, text messages spamming.

I’m so sorry

I really didn’t mean to

Please talk to me

Please answer

Y/n I’m sorry please

Y/n

There was no excuse, if he wasn’t so blinded by rage then maybe he would’ve been aware of his surroundings and actions. You were livid but you wouldn’t sink to his level and act out the same.

Topper pulled into your driveway unlocking the doors.

“He didn’t mean it (ur nickname),” his face was sympathetic. “I’m sure he didn’t, but I can’t handle his violent actions anymore,”

You got out of the car, grabbed your bag, and went inside your house, and to your room. You decided a shower was needed, the hot water running over your face and coloring the water a dirty brown.

Rafe had become so unfamiliar. The boy that once showered you in gifts and kisses, turned into the boy that was short-tempered and aggressive. And now into the boy who was so blinded by his anger, he could hurt the so-called love of his life. It pained you to watch, but there was only so much you could do.

You hopped out of the shower, the things he’s bought you surrounding you. Memories flooding into your head, all the times he’s slept over, so much of your teenage years spent with him. Most being the most loving and magical of your life, and now…well he wasn’t Rafe, he wasn’t anyone you ever remember meeting.

You mindlessly grabbed Rafe’s shirt, lifting it over your head and pulling it down. The smell of Rafe’s cologne filled your nose, the sweet woodsy smell reminding you even more of how much you loved him. Tears brimmed your eyes and you collapsed on your bed. 

You held a handful of the shirt to your nose as you curled into a small ball on your bed. You wiggled under the covers, hiding your body and head underneath. You let out shaky breaths as tears streamed down your face. Wailing out occasionally, no one was home. No parents to comfort you. Your only friends at the party.

You cried, soaking your pillow, your wet hair soaking your blanket. You slowly and eventually dozed off, calming yourself in the process. 

You blinked yourself awake, realizing the noises coming from your window yet again. There was a loud banging on the window, a lot harsher than usual. 

You rolled your eyes and lifted yourself out of bed. You combed your fingers through your hair and then turned the unlock to the window. 

Of course, it was Rafe, he was disheveled. Hair messy, nose bleeding. Not this again. 

“Look I’m really sorry and I’m-“ he was beginning to climb through the window, talking fastly while doing so. 

“Rafe I don’t want to hear it anymore,” you stared at him, you felt yourself sinking. 

“Y/n,” his eyes look sunken, no doubt from getting punched but also darkened and intensely sad. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up so you can go,” you pulled him to the bathroom and sat him on the toilet. Wasting no time to dab a wet washcloth to the dried blood. 

“Y/n I- I’m sorry,” he said, his voice cracking with sadness. His eyes began to brim with tears. 

“Rafe I really don’t wanna do this right now, it’s 4 am and I’m sick of this shit, I don’t wanna do it anymore,” you snapped, still keeping your voice level. His eyes became sadder if that was even possible. 

“Y/n just listen please,” he grabbed your hand away from his face, which had begun to rub the washcloth too harshly against his sensitive skin. 

“I really- I-I’m really sorry, I’ll stop, I promise I’ll stop all the fighting and the violence and I’ll stop everything,” he was stuttering more than ever, words spilling out of his mouth without reason. His eyes looked up to you, his hand still gripping your wrist. 

Tears brimmed at his eyes once again, you didn’t know what to do. 

“R-Rafe you’re just so unfamiliar now, I feel like I don’t know you,” you paused, Rafe, letting go of your wrist and dropping but hands to the side of your body. “You’re so- so violent,” 

“I promise I’ll stop,” tears began to stream out of his eyes. 

You said nothing while reapplying a Band-Aid to his cheek.

“I promise,” he moved his hand to grab your hand again, “I can’t lose you,” He whispered under his breath.

“Three strikes Rafe, and I’m not kidding,” You held his hand back. He embraced your torso, still keeping his seat on the toilet. His head was in your chest, you hugged his head. You stayed in that embrace, taking in the smell of his cologne. You felt wetness soaking onto your chest and heard him sniffle. Maybe he was actually going to change this time.

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This went through like 3 different stages and this is the final result lol, lmk what you think <3