seeing ex bf rafe at a party with sofia 👀🤭 jealousy? possible smut? im sat for anything
Ughh i love this SOO muchhhh, you and your genius ideas i swearrr😩😩 this is so pacify her by melanie martinez, I was listening to it while writing this😗😗
│All mine
-ex!Rafe x ex!Reader -warnings: jealousy, cheating, drinking, praise, possession, smut, unprotected p in v, ex sex, mirror sex.
You were in your usual night outs on Saturdays, at one of your friend's parties. You were having fun, drink in hand, dancing with your girls, living your life after an awful breakup with the Kook king himself. Just as you thought about this, you sure jinxed yourself, your heart jumped, stomach turning when you saw him at the same party, standing like a loser with a brunette wrapped around his arm. You scoffed, turning to tell your friend to get you as many shots as she can hold in her hand. You can’t help but look at him, you shouldn't, but the girl around his arm intrigues you, is she a new girlfriend?
You have heard rumors of Rafe dating someone else, but you got cocky, thinking he could never be serious with another girl after you. Jealousy crawls on your skin, you can’t even dance anymore, you’re sitting on the couch, looking at him on the other side of the room and he's sure looking back, that smirk creeping on his skin, knowing he got you mad. You get pulled out of your thoughts when your friend hands you two shots of tequila, not even bothering to make a toast, downing them in one go.
She chuckles, turning her head to the same direction as you, the both of you looking at Rafe in the eye, your friend raising her shot glass when he looks back. You swipe your tongue across your teeth, about to bite it off, it then takes you 2 seconds to make an impulsive decision. You get up in a hurry, storming over to the corner where he is, along with his friends. You act like you don’t even see him, catching everyone off guard when you grab Kelce's hand without even asking, dragging him to the dance floor.
He chuckles, winking at Rafe as you take him away. You don’t take him far, close enough for Rafe to have the both of you in full view. You turn your back at Kelce, grabbing both of his hands and sliding them on your waist as you grind against him, moving your hips along the rhythm of the song. He grins, wasting no time to glide his hands all over your body, and you smirk, looking straight at Rafe as he does so, hips moving even harder behind Kelce.
Rafe almost crushes the red Solo cup in his hand as his friends laugh and elbow him. You turn around , whispering something in Kelce's ear, still maintaining eye contact with him. Sofia is long gone in his mind by now, finding himself moving when he sees you two leave the dance floor, you leading Kelce to an empty room. He throws the cup somewhere, pushing through the crowd of people, catching Kelce by the shoulder in the corridor just seconds away before you enter a bedroom. He shoots a look up at him, and Kelce sighs, expecting this to happen and leaving to go back. Rafe’s eyes follow him as you cross your arms. Rafe turns back to look at you, gaze raking up your body, shamelessly staring at your chest in the revealing top you're wearing, your micro leather shorts hugging your curves perfectly. He licks his lips, mouth gone dry before you finally speak up.
"You're cockblocking me now?!" You snap, and he sighs, looking up to face you now. "You think you can run around fucking whoever you want, my friend too?" He spits out, taking a step forward in your space. You take a step backwards, but to no avail, back hitting the concrete wall instead. "You can’t tell me what to do! You're not my boyfriend anymore!" You practically shout. He rolls his eyes, running a hand through his buzzed hair. "Yeah? Why’s that? You were one that broke up with me. I didn't break up with you." He says sternly, you furrow your brows in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?" You practically whisper, and his hands slap against the wall, caging you in. "It means you're still fucking mine, sweetheart, whether you like it or not." You're drenched by now, being so close to him, close enough to count the freckles on his nose, his eyelashes, close enough to grab his face and- "Yeah? Prove it." You whisper, bringing your face closer to his, just inches away. His pupils widen, wasting no time to cup your face and smash his lips against yours. You let out a whine, him taking the opportunity to slide his tongue in, tasting the alcohol on yours. He pulls away from the kiss, grabbing your hand and leading you to a secret second bathroom he knew from the years he's been to this house in parties, always with you.
He closes and locks the door behind him, wrapping his hands around your waist, catching your lips in a kiss, almost like he's scared you will leave again. You walk backwards as you hit the bathroom counter, his hands roam around your body, pulling the zipper of your top and shorts, breaking the kiss to get you out of them as they hit the ground, taking off his shirt in the meantime. He traces kisses on your jaw, unclasping your bra while you work on his belt, freeing him, his hard cock springing out, feeling precum on his flushed tip when you wrap your hand around him, pumping him. He drops his head on your shoulder, letting out a groan from your touch. "Fuck, I missed this so much, feels so much better." He murmured against your bare skin, his hands sliding off your underwear, letting them fall on the floor as you step out of them. His hands touch every part of your body, almost like he's trying to remember what you feel like again.
He spins you around, looking at you through the mirror glued above the counter. He pushes his tip inside you, not even bothering to use a condom, to which you don't complain. He bites his lip and you moan at the familiar sensation. He grips your hips as you hold on to the counter, pushing himself in inch by inch. Once he's halfway, he stops, letting you get used to the stretch again. “Fuck," he grunts in your ear. "You still feel so fucking good, so fucking perfect for me." He whispers, hovering over your ear, holding eye contact across the mirror. You whimper in response when he pushes all the way, moving back in a slow, steady pace, grinding his hips as you move in the same rhythm as him, needing to feel all of him. He lowers his head more, moving your hair as he captures your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses, sucking on the skin, enough to leave a dark spot. He looks at the mirror, tilting your head so you can look at the dark hickey on your neck. "See that? Tell everyone I did that." He whispers, grinding his hips to hit your sweet spot at the end of the sentence, making you moan.
He puts a hand on your back, pushing it lightly. You comply, arching your back so he can go deeper. He moves his hand through your body, landing at your hips, gripping at the sides and moving you with him. He picks up his speed, slamming your skin with his. The force makes you lose control, moans spilling out of your lips as he hits that perfect spot inside you. "You're gonna cum, baby? Yeah?" He praises, chin brushing the top of your head as you look at him with a lust-filled gaze, nodding. He shifts his hips, pounding inside you in a brutal pace, one hand creeping on your front, drawing circles on your clit. Your hands grip the counter until your knuckles go white, your orgasm unraveling as you force yourself to look at him. You squeeze around him and he grunts, mouth hanging open as you feel him release himself around you, fucking you through. You come down from your highs, breathing heavily, feeling him pull out halfway before he lowers his head again, jaw brushing your forehead. "I told you you're fucking mine."
