#faking it

"This damn dishwasher has been broken for two weeks, Jungkook. Two." I hold my fingers up for emphasis before I plunge my hands into the hot water and quickly pull them out, forgetting to add some cold in to cool it down.

"Shit," I growl shaking my hands out, my teeth clenched from the pain.

Jungkook's quick to act, blasting the cold water and holding my hands under the cool stream.

He rests his forehead against my shoulder hiding his face away from my clear disappointment in him, hoping that would somehow lessen the blow.

"I'm sorry, it must've just-"

"Slipped your mind." I pull my hands back and shut off the water, gripping the edge of the sink. "A lot of things seem to be slipping through the cracks lately. There something you wanna tell me?" I turn back to face him, crossing my arms over my chest as he leans against the adjacent counter.

"I'm sorry-"

"You said that already. I'm done with your apologies, Jungkook. They mean nothing when there are no actions to back them up in the future. Why can't you-"

"Mommy? Daddy?" Juni appears in the doorway, her usual bright eyes and wide smile now traded with something akin to fear.

"Juni," I step back from Jungkook, not noticing how I had stalked closer to him in the midst of my tongue lashing. "Why aren't you playing with your dolls?" I ask, walking over to her and smoothing out her hair.

"Daddy said he was going to bring you back so we could all play together," her bottom lip starts to wobble, leaving my heart breaking.

"Why are you crying?" I cup her cheek, wiping away the first of I'm sure several tears that might fall.

"Are you going to leave Daddy and me?"

"What? No, honey. Daddy and I were just having a little talk. I'm sorry if it scared you," I pull her closer, kneeling down in front of her.

Her little face buries in my shoulder, tears dampening my shirt. "Please don't leave me, Mommy. Don't leave."

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here. Mommy's not going anywhere," I rub her back, turning back to look at Jungkook, his expression equally if not more so troubled.

Once she's had her little cry and a her tears have thoroughly drenched my shoulder I pull her back, wiping the last few tears away, her sniffling and wiping her nose.

"What made you think Mommy was going to leave?" I ask, needing to know why it triggered her so much and so quickly.

"Tommy said...he said..." her tears well up again, and Jungkook finally kneels next to me, wiping a few tears as well.

"It's okay, Juni. Take your time," he fixes her messy hair, dampened strands sticking to her cheeks, soon hugging her daddy too, him holding her impossibly close.

Once her sobs have turned to sniffles and and her breathing has evened out she pulls back, her cheeks red and eyes puffy making her look even rounder if at all possible.

My heart is shattered at the sight of seeing her so devastated, her bottom lip still trembling but she bites down on it for a second before releasing, preventing our attention diverting to reminding her not to.

"What did Tommy say, Juni?" I ask cupping her cheek now, her eyes slowly lifting, bouncing back and forth between Jungkook and I.

"Tommy said that when Mommies and Daddies fight it means they don't love each other...and that they won't live together and be a family anymore," she says, her world having crumbled from the sight of our tense conversation.

I look to Jungkook, wanting to know if he'd like to be the one to take the lead or if I should, him nodding for me to start.

"Sometimes that does happen. Tommy's parents are going through a really rough time right now, so they might not be living together to keep themselves from fighting so much," I start, gently explaining what may be going on.

It's not news to any of us. Tommy's parents have always been quick to anger so it was only a matter of time before something like this happened.

It's for the better for them.

For us? Never.

"People fight sometimes but that does not mean it'll end up like that every time. Sometimes if you're frustrated with someone you can't help but show that you're frustrated. But just because I was upset with Daddy, doesn't mean I would leave him," I look at him again, his smile soft and encouraging.

"You wanna know what Daddy did to make Mommy frustrated?" I ask, her taking a second to think before nodding.

"Daddy forgot to call the man that comes over to fix things today so our dishwasher is still broken," I say and her brows furrow.

"That's not so bad."

"It is when you've been handwashing dishes for two weeks," I frown right back at her, the corner of her lips tugging up before going back down.

"Oh? Is that a smile I see?" I ask, the slight twitch turning into a small smirk.

"I think it is," Jungkook concurs, poking her little tummy, a giggle being her response.

"There's our girl," I sigh, both of us relieved that she's slowly feeling like herself again.

"So to fix the problem Daddy just needs to call the man with all the mousekatools?" she asks, her only other point of reference for a toolbox being from The Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.

"That's right," I nod, glad to see that I'm not the only one who sees the clear solution.

"Daddy, go call him right now," her expression turns serious, her voice deepening just slightly to match the firm tone I had used with him earlier.

His brows raise in response, surprised to see her turn into a mini me so quickly.

"Aw come on. Now you're both ganging up on me?" he pouts, Juni breaking into a grin before getting back into character.

"You need to do what Mommy says so we can uses the splishwasher and so it won't make that funny noise anymore" she stomps her foot to add emphasis, Jungkook trying his absolute hardest not to smile.

"Okay, okay. First thing in the morning I'll-"

"No, Daddy. Now," she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, her likeness more like her Daddy this time.

"It's too late though."

"He's got an answering machine," I back Juni up, showing him that he really has no way out of this.

"Fine," he groans, grabbing his phone and going into the living room to handle it.

"Good job, Juni," I give her a high five and she jumps up and down.

"Did I do it right?" she asks, her eyes wide and waiting for approval.

"Yes you did. Remind me to have you play bad cop so that I can play good cop next time."

Her face lights up at that and she twirls around, her princess nightgown fanning out around her.

"I'll be the bestest bad cop ever," she giggles, her entire existence being the exact opposite.

"I know you will," I place a couple big smooches on her cheeks just to see her smile a little more.

"Mommy is sorry you had to see that," I say again, her expression drooping just a bit before nodding.

"I understand now, but it was scary seeing you like that." I nod scooping her up and holding her close.

"I'm not going to promise you that Daddy and I won't fight again because I don't know what the future will look like," her head droops further, "but what I can promise you is that Daddy and I love each other very much and we would do everything we can to work through any hard times we might have so we can come out stronger and love each other more and more."

I lean back and tilt her chin up, her bright eyes having lost a bit of their sparkle.

"I love you Juni. More than you'll ever know," I murmur, my thumb caressing her cheek.

Her arms are thrown around me again seconds later.

"Please don't ever leave," she nuzzle further, as if it could help her get closer.

"I won't baby. I could never leave my Juni behind."

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You felt like you were in shock. This seemed completely unlike your boyfriend, you never could have imagined that he would do something like this to you, and your stomach turned at the fact that you could see a sick glint in his eyes every time you whined or tried hopelessly to break from his grasp.

The blond stuffed his middle finger and his ring finger into your mouth to shut you up and you sobbed, your saliva messily coating his fingers.

When he removed them, you gasped for breath, but when you felt him slide his fingers across your slick folds, you tensed beneath him entirely.

Rafe pushed two fingers into your cunt, his thumb toying with your clit. You whimpered at the feel, clenching around his fingers and you heard your boyfriend chuckle lowly at your reaction.

“That’s my good girl,” he cooed, studying your face as tears slide past your squeezed shut eyes. Your mouth fell open and little gasps and moans cascaded past your plump lips. You could feel the cool metal of his ring as he plunged his fingers into your messy cunt.

His fingers were pumping into you faster now and you could feel your juices dripping down the inside of your thighs.

You felt sick. Your boyfriend’s touch seemed burning hot, and every thrust of his fingers was an invasion of your body and your trust.

You just wanted it to be over, you hadn’t even wanted this in the first place. So you decided there was only one way out of this situation.

You whined and moaned, much louder than before, tensing your body and shaking beneath him as you pretended to come undone around his fingers.

Rafe slowed his movements and for just a moment, you felt a shred of relief, before it was painfully ripped away from you.

His hand connected with your cheek sharply, sending your head snapping to the side and you let out a short gasp before you were cut off when his fingers circled around your throat.

“You think I don’t know when my girlfriend is fucking faking it?” He hissed at you, and you gasped again when he started pumping his fingers into you at a relentless pace.

“Rafe-” you choked out, salty tears trailed down your flushed cheeks, and you tried to fight your way out of his grasp, but your boyfriend’s grip on your throat pinned you in place.

He stretched you out uncomfortably when he pushed a third finger in and you whined at the feel of his thumb meeting your sore clit again.

“Just for that fucking stunt you pulled, you’re gonna have to give me two real ones,” Rafe sneered, and your eyes widened in fear.

“Wait no-!” you struggled against him as he choked you harder.

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N!” He was shouting at you now, and you felt absolutely terrified of your boyfriend.

Before tonight, you never would have imagined Rafe hurting you, but the crushing strength of just one of his hands around your throat told you that you were dead wrong.

His thumb circled your clit with more pressure now and he was fucking you with his fingers in a way that was downright punishing.

You could feel the twisted pleasure building within you, and you knew that you were powerless to stop what was headed your way.

You came with a strained whimper, squeezing and gushing around Rafe’s fingers. The high of your orgasm invaded your mind and a wave of nausea hit you when you realized of how conflictingly heavenly and disturbed it made you feel.

“There you go, Y/N,” Rafe sneered above you. “Was that so fucking hard?”

You were much too out of it to respond.

So out of it that you didn’t realize Rafe was lining up his hard cock with your sore entrance until he roughly forced all of himself inside of you.

Your squeal was muffled by his hand slapping over your lips. Your boyfriend didn’t give you anytime to adjust, stuffing his thick cock deep in your cunt, tilting his hips back before filling you up again.

Rafe groaned loudly, his hand twitching around your throat as he lost himself in the speed he was fucking you at. His fingers brushed over your sensitive clit and you squeezed around his dick even tighter.

“Shit baby, doesn’t feel like you don’t want this when that cunt is pulling me in.” Rafe growled and his taunting words made you cry even more.

Your boyfriend fucked you harder, his pace and force were punishing, and his grip on your throat was tightening so much you were beginning to feel lightheaded.

The second time you came, it was unexpected, to both you and Rafe. As you squeezed his cock, pussy pulsing as your orgasm hit you in waves, Rafe’s fingers restricted your breathing even further and black spots danced at the edges of your vision.

“Fuck-” Rafe’s voice was breathy, and he groaned at the feel of your perfect pussy gripping his length as he drilled into you. “I’ve gotta fill up that pretty little cunt.”

You gasped for air against his tight hold on your throat and scratched at his arm, earning a backhanded slap that made your head spin and your vision go white for a few seconds.

“Look at me, Y/N,” Rafe ordered you, and you blinked away the fog of your mind to focus on your boyfriend’s face again.

Your teary eyes, pathetic expression, and the fresh slap mark, not to mention the humiliation written across your face, was enough to push Rafe over the edge, and he groaned as he painted your walls, emptying all of his cum into your messy cunt.

You could feel his seed dripping out of you when Rafe finally pulled out and you shuddered at the sticky sensation.

Rafe grabbed your chin and forced you to meet his gaze. He smirked down at you, drinking in every detail of the scene before him with a sick enjoyment.

“Don’t ever pull that shit with me again. Got it?”

You numbly nodded, mumbling out a timid, “yes,” when it seemed like the nod wasn’t a sufficient answer.