Can you write a smut about Rafe and reader are in an arranged marriage. How will their sex life be? Can you make up a story where they do it intensely?
notes. i def donโt think you wanted a fanfic that was this long, but i saw so much potential in this idea i just couldnโt help myself to write this for you. this took me days to do, so enjoy! this is for all of my lovers who love backstory & character development. i tried my best! this is so long but so cute and worth it (in my opinion)
content warnings. โธโธ fem reader, arranged marriage, fluff, arguing, tad angst, cussing, so much backstory, no proof read, cuddling, slow burn, make up sex, tender mornings, rough sex, hair pulling, love making, rafe spitting in readerโs mouth, degrading, praising, showering together, wife!reader, husband!rafe, ass slapping/spanking, backshots, choking, slight wording of cnc(?), some intimate scenes, brat taming, edging
ward wants his son to have a good girl. heโs told rafe the standards he should look for, not a drug addict, someone sweet, someone good to him. simple enough, but rafe never followed through. he went for party girls who had no direction in life, fucked girls for drugs, and messed around with ones whoโd been passed around so much theyโd probably had every std in the book.
ward was immediately interested. heโd spoken to you before, when you were planting flowers in homemade vases along your front yard fence. you had this soft, sweet charm heโd never seen in any of the girls rafe usually brought around.
you didnโt expose yourself in everyday clothes, you spoke like you didnโt even know curse words existed, and you carried yourself with a modesty that felt rare. you were perfect for the cameron image. the kind of girl who could clean up rafeโs mess of addictions and reckless behavior.
when the wedding came, rafe had no real say. you were beautiful, sure, but he wasnโt ready to let go of his old life. so on your wedding night, after you were officially married, he didnโt say much. he was still adjusting.
you found him in the bathroom, a towel wrapped low around his waist while he brushed his teeth. you poked gently at his side. โhi,โ you said, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
he glanced down at the spot youโd poked, then looked at you. toothbrush still in his mouth. โโฆhello.โ you smiled, a playful little pout forming on your lips. โthatโs all i get?โ
he stayed quiet for a second, eyes now fully on you. โwhat am i supposed to say?โ he asked and you shrugged. โi donโt knowโฆ we just got married!โ excitement colored your voice. โyeah,โ he replied dryly, spitting into the sink. โtrust me, iโm aware.โ he adds.
your smile faltered, and you swallowed. rafe sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. โlook, iโm not trying to be a dick. this whole thing is justโฆ a lot.โ he explained. you nodded, looking up at him. โis there anything i can do to help you relieve some stress?โ your brows furrowed in genuine concern. โanything you need?โ you ask.
he stared at you for a long moment. โa drink,โ he said flatly. you frowned. โi donโt think thatโs what you need,โ you replied softly. his eyebrow lifted. โyouโve been my wife for three hours and youโre already arguing with me?โ he asked, sarcasm thick in his tone.
you didnโt answer. instead, you gave a small, quiet nod and walked out of the bathroom.
the whole adjustment process to rafe was strange. one day, you were receiving nothing but attitude and toxicity, and the next, little moments of kindness that caught you off guard.
coming from a family who handled their feelings by sitting down and talking things out didnโt exactly prepare you for someone like rafe. he thought he knew everything, and even when he knew he was wrong, getting an apology out of him was like pulling teeth.
he wasnโt even close to what you imagined in a husband before his father came talking to you. you wanted someone sweet, mature, someone who didnโt treat every disagreement like a battle. someone who could tell you what was wrong instead of making you figure it out yourself.
just like the first night of your honeymoon, he was still angry. still angry at his father for putting him in this situation, for making choices for him like he was a kid. it was around two in the morning, and he was sitting out in the living room of the hotel ward had paid for in another country.
every now and then his voice would rise, frustration bleeding into every word as he talked on the phone about how he was sick of everyone deciding his life for him. his voice carried all the way down the hall to the bedroom, and you sat there on the bed with your hair in a messy bun, listening to every word.
when he kept going, something in you finally gave out. quietly, you got up and headed to the closet, pulling your suitcase onto the floor and beginning to pack the clothes youโd brought with you.
when rafe heard the movement, he ended the call and walked into the room, stopping when he saw you calmly folding your things into the suitcase.
โwhat are you doing?โ he asked, but he could obviously see what you were doing. you didnโt look up instead just continued. โpacking.โ you reply. rafe stared at the suitcase for a second. โi can see that.โ he said and you folded another shirt. โthen whyโd you ask?โ you interviewed, and he went quiet. his jaw tightened, like he was holding back a groan. โwhere are you going?โ he asked, looking at everything about you.
your hair, clothes, skin. โhome.โ you stated, dryly. the answer came so easily that it caught him off guard. โwhat?โ he said. โyouโve spent the whole trip talking about how much you donโt want this. i figured iโd make it easier for you.โ you replied.
โthatโs notโโ he started and you scoffed. โnot what?โ you cut him off, as you looked at him. โi heard you, rafe.โ you mention and you got nothing but silence.
he then shifted his weight. โyouโre seriously packing because i was pissed off?โ he asked and you let out a small laugh mid sentence. โbecause you were pissed off? no.โ you correct, another shirt landed in the suitcase.
โbecause youโve made it very clear you donโt want me here.โ you said and it was visible that something uncomfortable settled in his chest, that wasnโt what heโd been trying to say. at least, not anymore. โstop.โ he demanded.
you ignored him, adjusting your shirt on your shoulder. โi said stop.โ he repeated. โwhy?โ you ask, looking up to meet his gaze. the question hit him harder than he expected, because he didnโt have a good answer at all to give you, because a couple days ago he wouldโve gladly watched you walk away, but because now that you were actually doing it, he couldnโt stand the sight of it.
โjustโฆโ he rubbed a hand over his face. โstop packing for five seconds.โ he told you, approaching slowly as if you were an angry animal that would pounce any moment. you scoff as if he had asked you something insane, the audacity he had making you began to get angry.
โno rafe!โ you say, looking at him, your volume catching him off guard. โyou donโt like me, so iโm leaving. simple. i donโt need your permission.โ you stated, keeping eye contact with him. his face went cold, staring at you. โiโm not stupid, nor am i gonna waste my time! iโm leaving.โ you yelled, and he didnโt even react. but he did scoff when you told him you were leaving.
because he knew you werenโt, you can pack all the shit you want but he knew in his head, you werenโt leaving him. not him.
โyouโre not leaving.โ he stated, and you looked up at him and laughed. โwatch me.โ you told him, moving to the nightstand and getting your phone charger out and makeup. โiโm serious.โ he told you, standing still while watching you, his tone spoke for itself. โso am i.โ you flash a fake smile before rolling your eyes, putting your charger in your pocket and makeup in the suitcase. โyouโre my wife.โ he stated.
โa wife you donโt even want!โ you correct. โi didnโt say that.โ he responds, and you looked at him as if he wasnโt crazy. โyeah rightโ you say, rolling your eyes with attitude. his expression darkened, anger lingering in his eyes. โquit putting words in my mouth.โ he demanded and you turned to him fully, crossing your arms.
โthen tell me iโm wrong, rafe.โ
and he couldnโt, he just sat there looking fucking stupid. โthatโs what i thought.โ you said quietly now, nodding in acknowledgement and you continued packing.
for the rest of the night, he left you alone. at least, mostly. after another pointless argument, he stormed back into the living room and dropped onto the couch, rubbing a hand over his face. every few minutes heโd hear another zipper, another drawer opening, another reminder that you were actually packing. it got under his skin more than he wanted to admit. twice he got up and walked toward the bedroom, only to turn around before he reached the door.
by three in the morning, he was still sitting awake on the couch, staring at nothing and listening to the sounds coming from the bedroom. he fucked hated hearing the suitcaseโs wheels rolling on the floor, and the zippers bit at his patience.
he drifted off on the couch, and by the time he woke up, he heard the sound of the suitcase wheels. at first, he didnโt react, then he looked up to see the bags, all of them. his stomach dropped. โwhat are you doing?โ he asked, but you didnโt answer. you just kept walking toward the door.
โhey.โ he said, louder. but he still got nothing. โseriously, where the hell are you going?โ he asked while you reached for the handle. โhome.โ you finally answered. rafe stood up so fast the coffee table rattled. โyouโre actually leaving?โ he questioned. you laughed, but there wasnโt any humor in it. โwhat did you think i was doing all night?โ you asked.
his jaw tightened, he didnโt have an answer, because he didnโt want to come to speak out loud about this view and also truthfully heโd thought youโd calm down, heโd thought youโd unpack, heโd thought youโd stay.
โso thatโs it?โ he asked, and you looked at him. โwhat do you want me to do, rafe?โ you asked. he hates that questions like that, because when heโs asked questions like that, most of the time he doesnโt want to answerโฆ and also because for the first time since the wedding, he knew exactly what he didnโt want. he didnโt want you walking out that door.
โdonโt go.โ he told you. the words came out rough, almost angry, like they had been dragged out of him. โdonโt go.โ he repeated and you stared at him, your hand still wrapped around the suitcase handle as you searched his face for something real, something that would make any of this make sense.
โgive me one reason.โ rafe looked away immediately, like he couldnโt stand being pinned down by the question. โi donโt need a reason.โ he defends. โyes, you do.โ you follow up quickly. โno, i donโt.โ he said. you slowly let go of the suitcase handle and shook your head.
โthatโs funny.โ his eyes narrowed. โwhat?โ he asked. โbecause every time you want something from me, thereโs supposed to be a reason. every time you expect me to understand you, forgive you, follow along with whatever you decide, thereโs always some explanation iโm supposed to accept. but now suddenly you want me to stay and iโm just supposed to do it because you said so?โ you ask, staring at him.
โwhat are you talking about?โ he asked. โyou want me to stay? okay. why?โ you question, letting your hands drop to your sides. โbecause i said so.โ he told you. you let out a laugh that held no amusement whatsoever. โthatโs not an answer.โ you say. his jaw clenched hard enough that you could see the muscle jump.
โcan you stop doing that?โ he requested. โdoing what?โ you ask. โturning everything into an interrogation.โ he explained and you rolled your eyes. โiโm not interrogating you, rafe. iโm asking a simple question.โ you gestured toward the suitcases sitting by the door, packed and ready to go. โyouโve spent this entire trip acting like iโm a burden, like my presence is something you have to tolerate instead of something you actually want.โ you stated. โthatโs not true.โ he continued after you quickly.
โreally?โ you ask. he went quiet, and that silence told you more than any argument ever could. you nodded slowly. โthatโs what i thought.โ you repeat again tonight. โi never said you were a burden.โ he corrected. โyou didnโt have to. you made it obvious enough without saying the words.โ you said, flashing a fake comforted smile.
โfor fuckโs sakeโโ he groans. โsee?โ you interrupted him abruptly. โthere you go again.โ his hands flew up in frustration. โwhat do you want me to say?โ โthe truth.โ you yell. โi am telling the truth.โ he yelled back. โno, youโre not.โ the room fell silent after that, the tension stretching between you until it felt impossible to breathe around it. you took a step closer, refusing to look away from him this time.
โif you want me to stay, tell me why.โ rafe looked frustrated enough to punch a wall, his entire body rigid with the effort of holding something back. โbecause.โ he said dryly. โbecause why?โ you ask. โi donโt know.โ he swallowed.
โthatโs a lie.โ his eyes snapped to yours instantly. โyou think you know everything, huh?โ he questioned bitterly. โno. i think youโre scared to say it.โ you mention and his expression hardened. โsay what?โ he asked. โthat maybe you donโt hate me as much as you wanted to.โ for a moment neither of you moved. neither of you spoke. the words hung heavily in the air between you.
โi never said i hated you.โ he corrected. this time his voice was quieter, stripped of some of its usual anger. you swallowed hard. โthen stop acting like iโm impossible to keep around.โ rafe looked down at the floor, staring at it for several long seconds before finally lifting his gaze back to yours.
when he spoke again, there was something different in his expression, something tired and honest and completely unguarded. โi got used to you being here, okay?โ it wasnโt a grand confession. it wasnโt romantic or dramatic or anything close to the kind of speech people gave in movies. but somehow that made it feel more real.
it was probably the most honest thing heโd said since the wedding, and you could tell how much it cost him to admit it. โand?โ you asked softly. he rubbed a hand over his face and let out a slow breath. โand i donโt want you to leave.โ he said, finally.
you stare at him. โkeep that attitude up, and iโll stay.โ you tell him, opening the door. โyou have my number, prove you donโt want me to leave, rafe.โ you continue and he rubbed his face, he was livid.
his eyebrows furrowed. โwhat?โ he asked, looking back at you as you open the door wider. โyou heard me.โ you said. for a second, he just stared. then his expression hardened. โthatโs bullshit.โ he said, aggressively. โis it?โ you respond, sarcastically. โyeah, it is.โ he said. โwhy?โ you questioned.
โbecause youโre putting me in some stupid test.โ he responded and you sigh. โno, rafe. iโm leaving.โ you stated, and the words hit harder than he expected, so hard that he shifted his weight and his voice was quieter. โthen leave.โ he said, gesturing toward the door with his hand before letting it drop back down to his leg.
you simply nodded. โokay.โ
he didnโt say anything to you after that, you bought a plane ticket back home and you arrived home some time later. you didnโt receive any calls from him when you were boarding the plane and the time prior, but when you got on the plane he started to text you, and call you.
you decided to make him wait, so you turned your phone off. when getting home, the scent of your favorite candle still lingered. the sunlight pouring through your glass french doors stretched across the hallway that you passed from the front door. it was so beautiful, and so much calmer than hanging out with your new husband.
you let your hair down from the bun, your hair touching your skin as you swayed your hips to the kitchen. you made yourself some food, the calm morning still having a warm embrace on you. you sighed, your chest becoming more comfortable and not tight and stressed out.
once you finished making your food and eating it, you headed upstairs. when you reached the second floor, you stripped out of your pants and took your shirt off just for preparation for bed. your bed was calling you, so you made it easier for you.
you opened your door, tossing the clothes to your floor, and you looked at your bed, suddenly realizing rafe sitting there.
โjesus!โ you yelled, rushing to cover yourself with the door and peeking your head out to look at him. โwould you stop yelling?โ he asked, rolling his eyes. โyouโre in my house rafe.โ you defended, before squinting your eyes at him. โwhy are you here?โ you asked.
โyou turned your phone off, what the hell was i supposed to do?โ he asked, looking at you. โoh, i donโt know, maybe tell me if youโre on the way?โ you offered, and rafe scoffed. โright, because you were doing such a great job answering your phone.โ he replied, getting up from the bed and you stared at him.
โthatโs not the point.โ you stated. โit is the point.โ he shot back. โno, rafe, the point is i came home and found a man sitting in my bedroom.โ you said to him. โyour husband.โ he corrected.
โdonโt do that.โ you scoffed. โdo what?โ he asked. โuse that whenever itโs convenient for you.โ you replied and his jaw tightened. โi called you.โ he admitted. โand i didnโt answer.โ you replied. โyeah, i noticed.โ he replied, walking toward the door. โthat doesnโt mean you get to break into my house.โ you mentioned.
โi didnโt break in.โ he said, lifting a brow. you then folded your arms. his hand went to the door, opening it fully to look at you.
โthen how did you get in?โ you asked and he went quiet for a second. โyour spare key.โ he admitted. โrafe.โ you started. โwhat?โ he asked. โthatโs creepyโฆhow the fuck did you even get a spare?โ you asked, brows furrowed now. โyou getting on a plane and disappearing was crazy.โ he mentioned, ignoring your question.
โi told you i was leaving.โ you replied. โand i told you not to.โ he continued. you rolled your eyes dramatically and pushed past him. โyou win.โ you said as you rubbed your face with a soft sigh. โiโm so done arguing with you.โ you said.
rafe didnโt have a comeback. it was like he didnโt even want to say anything to end the conversation. he wanted you to stay, to talk to him, but you walked past him and sat on the edge of the bed.
โseriously. iโm tired.โ you assured and watched as he watched you pull the blankets back.
โthatโs it?โ he asked.
you looked over your shoulder. โwhat else is there to say?โ you asked. he opened his mouth, then closed it again. there was that fucking question again. you sighed.
โif you really came all the way here just to sit in my bedroom and be angry, you can sleep here if you want.โ you said. rafe stared at you. โmaybe argue with me in my sleep.โ you laughed softly, but he didnโt laugh. he rolled his eyes.
โthatโs not why i came.โ he said.
โokay.โ you replied softly, providing him a soft and gentle out to this argument. but the fact that you didnโt argue made the situation worse to him. the way you just simply laid down and turned away from him made the room fall quiet.
โyouโre just gonna go to sleep?โ he asked.
you let out a tired laugh. โwhat do you want from me, rafe?โ you asked once more and he didnโt answer. because that was the problem, he wasnโt entirely sure. he was never sure when that question came out.
all he knew was that seeing you leave had felt wrong, and now that heโd found you again, the fight suddenly seemed a lot less important than it had a few hours ago.
after a long moment, he looked away. โmove over.โ he said roughly. you raised an eyebrow. โthought youโd never ask.โ you said, moving over. โdonโt make it weird.โ he muttered, laying down next to you.
โyouโre sitting in my room.โ you said, turning to look at him. โour room.โ he corrected, and to that admission, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. the most physical touch heโs given you is from you giving up on an argument. you laughed at that thought. he was impossible, and so annoying.
you woke up gently, you could hear the sound of his phone faintly. you stretched lightly on the bed, getting up and sitting on your knees on the bed, hair falling loose as you finally looked at him properly.
he glanced up from his phone, his eyes meeting yours. โwhat time is it?โ you ask. โthree.โ he responded and your eyes widened a little. โi should probably get up and make us lunch.โ you said, as you shifted forward on your knees, then leaned toward him like it was the most normal thing in the world.
he stiffened slightly, not pulling away, just surprised by the sudden closeness after everything. but you came from a family of affection, of tender love. so a kiss after you wake up was mandatory. you brushed a soft kiss along his jaw, then another near his neck. his hand paused mid scroll on his phone.
โdo you want that? or do you want delivery?โ you asked, your eyes meeting his again. he stared at you for a second, confused if he should be upset or happy youโre acting this way. โโฆwhy are you acting like yesterday didnโt happen?โ he asked, you hummed softly, still close. โdid it change what you want to eat?โ you ask, and that caught him off guard.
his jaw tightened like he was trying not to react too much. โthatโs not the point.โ he commented. you smiled a little, backing up from him. โokay. then whatโs the point?โ you asked, he didnโt answer immediately. because the truth was, he didnโt know how to respond to you being soft with him again after everything.
he set his phone down. โi donโt know whatโs going on with you.โ he stated. โiโm just being nice, rafe.โ you respond and he let out a short breath. โyeah. thatโs the problem.โ he said. you pushed your lips into a thin line, running your hand through his hair as you get up. โso, you want me to make it?โ you ask.
he looked at you for a second longer than necessary. โi didnโt say that.โ he said, you sigh and you tilted your head slightly. โyou didnโt say anything.โ you stated. that got a reaction out of him, but just a faint shift in his expression. โโฆjust donโt burn anything.โ he said. you smiled, getting up from the bed and already moving toward the door. โthatโs not an answer.โ you said.
he exhaled through his nose, setting his phone down on the bed. โyeah, fine. make it.โ he said, a pause settling between you two. then, he spoke up quietly. โiโm not trying to fight with you.โ he said, his tone unrecognizable because of how sweet it was. you glanced back at him. he wasnโt looking at you anymore, instead looking at the bed. โi know.โ you gently responded.
you finally leave the room, making your way down to the stairs, the cold air biting at your skin, your eyes looking out your glass french doors and seeing ward and some random guy. you pause, looking down at your body that only had a bra and panties on.
you go back upstairs calmly, luckily they hadnโt seen you, despite your french doors being so open to the house. you go to your walk in closet, putting your hair up before putting on a top and shorts, and making your way to the bedroom to rafe. โuh. your dad is outside with some guy.โ you told rafe, rafe lifted a brow.
โwhat guy?โ he asked. you shook your head slightly, shrugging. โi donโt know. i just saw them through the glass doors.โ you responded. his expression changed immediately, it was subtle, but sharp. ward seemed like he was a trigger for him, judging by how tense he got.
he sat up a little straighter. โhe didnโt call.โ he mentions. โdoes he ever?โ you jokingly respond but that made his jaw tighten. rafe pushed himself off the bed. โyeah, okay.โ he mumbled to himself. he grabbed his phone off the nightstand, already unlocking it. โheโs probably trying to turn this into some kind of meeting.โ he mumbled to himself once more.
it seemed like he was trying to calm himself down, by his own voice and words while you watched him. โyou want me to go downstairs?โ you ask. he glanced at you for half a second. โno.โ he said firmly. then, he swallowed. โjustโฆ stay here.โ he added, his tone less strict.
there was a pause before he added, quieter, like it slipped out without thinking. โiโll handle it.โ he assured you, before brushing past you. you bite your cheek and sit on the bed, holding your face.
you spent a couple minutes up there, hearing quiet voices that stretched upstairs, you couldnโt hear them completely but rafe was mad about something. then you hear rafe coming back upstairs, when he found you, he didnโt say much.
โmy dadโs downstairs.โ he started, and you looked up. โyeah, i know.โ you responded back and he hesitated. he shifts his weight. โhe wants you down there.โ he told you and your brows furrow in confusion. โwhy?โ you question. rafe exhaled through his nose.
โjust come on.โ he told you, you studied him for a second, then followed. the moment you walked into the dining room, you felt it. too many chairs, it was too formal just for a quick chit chat. ward sitting like he owned the air itself, and someone else. a woman you didnโt know.
rafe stopped behind you. โwhat is this?โ he asked, and ward gestured lightly. โsit down.โ ward said but rafe didnโt move. โno. what is this.โ he asked once again. a pause settled, and then ward leaned forward slightly.
โthis is a marriage counselor.โ rafeโs expression went completely still. โโฆyou brought a therapist.โ rafe started, glaring at ward. โfor you and your wife.โ ward explained, staring at rafe. rafe let out a short, disbelieving laugh.
โwithout telling me?โ rafe asked. wardโs voice stayed calm. โyou werenโt going to agree if i asked.โ he explained. rafe looked at him for a long moment, then glanced at you, then back at ward.
the anger he was feeling wasnโt loud it was controlled, and dangerous underneath.
โyou donโt get to manage my marriage like a business deal.โ rafe stated and ward didnโt flinch. โthen start acting like it isnโt one.โ ward clapped back.
rafe stood, arms stiff at his sides as ward looked up from his seat. ward didnโt look at him, his eyes went straight to you. a soft smile settled on his face. โhi sweetheart.โ he coos. you blinked, a little surprised but you smiled back automatically.
โhi.โ you reply, giving him a soft wave. wardโs tone warmed just slightly. โhow are you doing?โ he asked, you hesitated for half a second, then answered honestly, still polite. โiโm okayโฆ a little confused.โ you say.
โunderstandable,โ he said smoothly. โthis is a lot for you.โ he gently said. rafeโs jaw tightened behind you. ward gestured toward the empty chair. โwhy donโt you sit down, sweetheart.โ he offered. you glanced back at rafe briefly, then sat.
rafe didnโt move, which made ward finally look at him now. โyou too, rafe.โ
rafe let out a short breath through his nose. โno.โ he said firmly but wardโs expression didnโt change. โsit.โ he commanded, silence stretched then rafe slowly pulled out the chair and sat, but his posture stayed rigid. ward folded his hands. โi wanted to talk to both of you properly.โ
rafe cut in immediately. โyou couldโve told me what this was.โ he said. ward tilted his head slightly. โyou wouldnโt have come.โ ward stated. rafe scoffed. โyeah. because itโs insane.โ ward ignored that, eyes shifting back to you.
โi just want to make sure youโre settling in alright, sweetheart.โ he explained to you, which you nodded softly. โi think i amโฆ itโs just been a lot of change.โ you describe with a smile. โof course it has,โ ward said gently. โyouโve been very patient with everything.โ he compliments, rafe looked between you two, disbelief flickering across his face. because he knew that tone.
it wasnโt real warmth, it was strategy. and seeing it directed at you made it worse for him, his anger started to boil even more than before.
then counselor offered a polite smile.
โthank you both for sitting down with me today. i know this probably wasnโt how either of you expected to spend your afternoon.โ she said. โyou got that right,โ rafe muttered.
ward shot him a look but the counselor ignored it. โwhy donโt we start with something simple? how has married life been so far?โ she asked, her eyes on you. you smiled politely. โitโs been an adjustment.โ you answer. โthatโs a very mature answer.โ she complimented and you smiled once again. โthank you.โ
โand for you, rafe?โ she asked, writing down something before looking up at him. he leaned back in his chair. โitโs been great.โ the deadpan answer made the counselor pause. โgreat?โ she echoes. โyeah. fantastic.โ he repeated. you closed your eyes briefly. โrafe.โ you said.
the counselor offered a patient smile. โiโm assuming thatโs sarcasm.โ she replied. โgood catch.โ he stated, ward rubbed his forehead. you could practically feel the tension radiating off rafe. the counselor tried again. โwhat has been the most difficult part?โ she asked. โmy father arranging the whole thing.โ he said flatly.
โrafe.โ you repeat, looking at him. โwhat? she asked.โ he said. the woman nodded. โthatโs a fair answer.โ she said. rafe looked surprised for a second. โit is?โ he asked and she nodded. โyes.โ
his expression softened slightly. โoh.โ he murmurs. you glanced at him and the counselor smiled. โyouโre allowed to be frustrated. i think what weโre trying to figure out is what comes after that frustration.โ she explains, and rafe looked away.
for a moment, nobody spoke and under the table, you carefully reached for his hand. his fingers immediately tensed, you honestly expected him to pull away, but he didnโt. instead, he glanced at you. you rubbed your thumb across the back of his hand once, just once.
a silent reminder that he wasnโt alone in this conversation. so, when the counselor spoke again, his answer came out less sharp. โi donโt know.โ he said. the room went quiet.
โthatโs okay,โ she said gently. โyou donโt have to know everything right now.โ she continued. rafe looked down at the table, then at your hand still holding his. โiโm just trying to figure it out.โ he said, being the most honest heโs been with her since sitting down. she wasnโt getting that confession again, and the woman could tell.
after ward and the woman left, rafe had been distant. quieter than usual. he wasnโt giving you the cold shoulder exactly, but the warmth from the night before had cooled. he kept himself busy, answers short, eyes avoiding prolonged contact. like he was rethinking everything that had been dragged out in front of that stranger.
you hated the shift. so later in the day, when the house felt too heavy with silence, you stood in the doorway of the bedroom and said softly, โrafeโฆ come take a shower with me.โ he looked up from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, jaw tight. for a second you thought he might say no. his pride was still stinging.
โiโm fine,โ he muttered, even though he clearly wasnโt. you didnโt push hard. you just tilted your head, voice gentle. โyou donโt have to talk. i justโฆ want you close. please?โ you plead softly.
one thing your mother taught you was intimacy was something every couple needed, especially after such an intense experience for him.
that last word always did something to him. he stared at you for a long moment, then exhaled through his nose and stood up without another word. he followed you into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him a little harder than necessary.
once the water was running hot and steam started filling the space, he undressed slowly, still not looking at you much. but when you stepped under the spray and held your hand out to him, he took it. he let you pull him in.
the moment the water hit his shoulders, some of the tension in his back eased. you didnโt force conversation. you just washed his hair, fingers gentle against his scalp, and he eventually leaned into your touch. his arms came around your waist after a while, forehead resting against your shoulder as the water ran over both of you.
he didnโt say much, but the way he held you tighter than usual told you everything. the distance was still there, but it was cracking. this was his version of letting you back in, quiet, physical, a little grumpy, but present.
he wasnโt sure why he was doing this, but it definitely was not because he suddenly loved vulnerability, but because you asked, and deep down he needed the closeness more than he wanted to admit.
standing under the warm spray, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, your lips lingering for a second against his damp skin. โwhat do you need, rafe?โ you asked gently, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. he stayed quiet at first, water running down his shoulders, then his voice came low and rough. โi just need you.โ he said.
the words settled between you like something heavy and honest. you didnโt push for more. instead you stayed close, letting the shower run over both of you for a couple of minutes in comfortable silence. his arms stayed wrapped around your waist, your bodies pressed together under the steady stream, the tension in him slowly easing.
after a while you pulled back slightly and brushed wet strands of hair from his face. โgo ahead and get out, okay? go lay down. iโll make you some dinner and then we can watch tv.โ he suggest. he nodded, agreeing without argument for once. as he stepped toward the edge of the shower, he paused, cupped your face with one hand, and leaned in. his lips met yours in a soft, simple peck, your first kiss.
you blinked, a little shocked, warmth blooming across your cheeks as he pulled away. he didnโt say anything else, just gave you a small look before stepping out and grabbing a towel.
you stayed under the water a moment longer, washing your hair with slow fingers. your mind kept drifting back to that kiss, the unexpected gentleness of it, the way it felt both new and familiar at the same time. a quiet smile tugged at your lips while the steam swirled around you.
when you got out the shower, you quickly got dressed and headed out to your bedroom, giving rafe a soft glance while making your way to the stairs. you get downstairs, and search your freezer for any type of food you had.
you didnโt want to give him something fancy to overwhelm him, just somethinโ easy so he wouldnโt have to wait for a good while.
when you finally came back upstairs, balancing two plates in your hands, the television was still playing quietly in the background. rafe hadnโt moved much. he was stretched across the bed, one arm behind his head, staring at the screen without really watching it.
his eyes shifted toward you when you entered. โfood.โ you calmly said as you held up the plate. that got a small reaction. he sat up slowly as you placed the plate on his lap.
a burger and fries. nothin fancy. just something warm, maybe familiar. it was something filling, something easy.
rafe looked down at it, then up at you. โyou made this?โ he asked, you smiled. โobviously.โ you respond. โyou didnโt have to.โ he mutters. you shrugged. โi wanted to.โ you whisper to him, for a moment, he just stared at the food, then he picked up a fry.
โthanks.โ he said, the words were quiet, almost awkward coming from him, but they were genuine.
that was good enough for you, so you smiled. โyouโre welcome.โ you said, he nodded once and looked back down at his plate, still very quiet. still thinking about whatever had been running through his head all afternoon.
but not quite as distant as before.
before you could get comfortable, rafe looked at you once again. your eyes met and he grabbed your plate and his, moving them to the nightstand. he pulled you to him as he kissed you, slow and deep, like he had been holding back for hours.
the tv hummed softly in the background, some show neither of you were really watching anymore. you melted into the kiss, your hands sliding up his chest as his fingers threaded gently through your hair. the makeout grew heavier, more intimate.
tongues brushing, breaths mixing, his grip on your waist tightening just enough to keep you close. he was surprisingly gentle at first, savoring every second, every little sound you made.
his hands moved carefully, sliding under your shirt and lifting it slowly over your head. you did the same with his, palms exploring the warm skin of his chest and shoulders. clothes came off piece by piece between kisses; your shorts, his sweatpants, until there was nothing between you.
he laid you back against the pillows, hovering over you, eyes dark but soft as he took you in fully. his gaze traced every inch of your body like he was memorizing it.
โyouโre so beautiful,โ he murmured against your neck, voice low and rough. he kissed down your collarbone, taking his time, hands gentle as they roamed your sides and thighs.
when he finally settled between your legs, he moved with a patience you didnโt expect from him, slow, deep thrusts, letting you feel every moment. your jaw dropped softly, his size stretching you. his forehead pressed to yours, breaths shared, bodies moving together in a steady rhythm that felt both intense and tender.
he stayed gentle through it all at the start, hands cradling your face, lips brushing yours between gasps, completely focused on you. the earlier distance had cracked wide open, replaced by something warmer, more vulnerable, as the two of you lost yourselves in each other.
rafe kept going, his pace deepening as he pressed more of his weight down onto you through his hips. each thrust hit harder now, the pressure intense and overwhelming in the best way, his body pinning you firmly into the mattress.
he buried his face in your neck, kissing and sucking along your skin, lips hot and relentless as he marked you with every breath.
you lost your breath beneath him, gasping softly with every heavy stroke. his cock felt so thick and deep inside you, filling you completely. your legs stayed spread wide for him, trembling and quivering as he fucked straight into your g-spot over and over again. the sensation was almost too much, heavy delicious pleasure that made your toes curl and your thighs shake.
your hands flew up, gripping tightly onto the bed frame above your head for some kind of anchor while he drove into you. rafe didnโt ease up. he stayed right there, heavy and relentless, hips rolling with purpose, grinding against you on every thrust. his mouth never left your neck, kissing, licking, biting gently as low groans rumbled from his chest.
the weight of him, the way he fucked you so deep and steady, had you breathless and dizzy, completely lost in the feeling of him. his cock felt impossibly heavy inside you, stretching and rubbing every sensitive spot until your whole body was trembling beneath him.
his hips pressing all his weight down with every thrust, driving his cock right into that perfect spot inside you. the pressure was overwhelming, his thick length stretching and rubbing you so good you could barely think. your legs shook violently around him, still spread wide as your body tightened more and more.
โrafeโโ you gasped, breath coming out in short, desperate pants. the pleasure built impossibly high until it crashed over you. you came hard around his cock, walls clenching and pulsing as waves of heat flooded through you. your mouth fell open, panting desperately for air because his cock felt so fucking good, pushing you through every throbbing second of your orgasm.
โthatโs it, baby,โ rafe murmured against your neck, voice low and rough with praise. he kept moving through it, slower but still deep, grinding against you. โyouโre doing so good for me. fuck, cum on my cock just like thatโฆ let me feel you.โ he rambled.
your hands stayed gripping the bed frame, body trembling as you rode it out. he kissed along your jaw and neck, then pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and intense.
โiโm sorry for being mean to you,โ he whispered, still buried inside you, voice thick with emotion. โi donโt want you to go. i want you to stayโฆ with me.โ he said to you. he kept praising you softly between kisses, hips still rocking gently as you came down, breathless and warm beneath him.
you came hard all over his dick, your slick warmth coating every inch of him, dripping down his length with every thrust. your walls fluttered and squeezed around him so tightly, soaking him completely as your body shook beneath his weight.
โfuck, just like that,โ he groaned, voice breaking with pleasure. his hips stuttered, losing their rhythm as he buried himself as deep as he could go. he came hard inside you, thick ropes of cum spilling deep into your pussy, filling you up with every heavy pulse.
you felt every twitch, every warm spurt as he emptied himself completely, his cock throbbing against your sensitive walls while he pressed his hips flush against yours, making sure you took every drop.
his breath was ragged against your neck, body heavy and trembling as he stayed buried inside you, both of you panting and slick with sweat. he kissed your skin softly, still rocking gently through the aftershocks, his cum leaking out around his cock as your bodies stayed locked together.
ever since that day, you two have been fucking like animals. since the day he gave you permission to do everything and anything you wanted to him, the tension between you never really settled. youโd both end up tangled up from the smallest triggers; if he looked at you a certain way, held your hand a little too long, spoke to you in that low voice, bought you random gifts, or even just looked too good while getting dressed.
this time it was over something stupid.. laundry. it had been two months since you two got married, and it still turned you on like crazy seeing him being so domestic, doing shit for you without even being asked. you walked into the laundry room to find him loading the machine, sleeves rolled up, that focused look on his face, and it hit you instantly.
before you could even think, you were bent over the washing machine, hands gripping the edge tightly as rafe shoved your shorts down and pushed inside you in one rough thrust. he was fucking you hard, deep strokes that made the machine shake beneath you.
โfuck, look at you,โ he growled, one hand fisting your hair and yanking your head back. โbent over like a little slut just because iโm doing laundry. so fuckin pathetic.โ he said.
his other hand came down hard, smacking your ass with a sharp sting that made you moan louder. he did it again, harder, the sound echoing in the small room. you pushed back against him, taking every inch of his thick cock, the size difference hitting you hard as he stretched you open so wide it almost hurt, because you knew heโs forcing you to take it.
rafe leaned over you, his chest pressed to your back, and wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. โthis pussy was made for me, wasnโt it? so tight and greedy for my big dick.โ he taunted.
he pulled your head back further and spit directly into your open mouth. โswallow it,โ he ordered. you did, whimpering as he fucked you even rougher, hips slamming against your ass. his grip on your neck stayed firm, controlling every movement while he railed you from behind, the wet sounds of your bodies filling the laundry room.
โthatโs it, take it like the desperate little housewife you are,โ he groaned, smacking your ass again as he buried himself to the hilt over and over. your legs were shaking, hands gripping the washing machine for dear life as he used you exactly how he wanted.
you came so fast when he fucked you like that, but then there were other times where he fucked you and edged you for what felt like days.
you caught an attitude with him at a party at his fatherโs house. he warned you so many times but you didnโt want to hear it. so when you got home and the front door closed, he snatched you up. you both didnโt even make it to the main bedroom.
he pulled you into the spare room you were renovating into an office. the dress you were wearing was yanked down your legs in seconds, and getting him out of his suit mightโve been a world record.
โturn around and lay on your stomach,โ he told you simply. you laughed, shaking your head. โcanโt make shit simple, huh?โ he asked, his face showing he wasnโt in the mood for your games. he flipped you over firmly but fell on top of you gently, his mouth right next to your ear as he worked your panties down.
โyโbeen so bad tonight, baby,โ he muttered in your ear, pressing his weight down so you couldnโt squirm away. his words came out slow and low as he dragged your panties to your mid-thighs, using them as a makeshift restraint.
โhave i?โ you asked, voice already breathy.
his left arm hooked around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse race. โmhm,โ he hummed against your ear, his heavy cock dragging along the back of your thigh before he lined himself up with your pussy.
he pushed in with one slow, thick thrust, stretching you open as he buried himself deep. a broken moan slipped from your lips. rafe kept his arm locked around your neck, holding you right where he wanted while he started fucking you harder, hips snapping against your ass.
โyeah, you have,โ he whispered hotly in your ear, voice rough. โacting like a fucking brat all nightโฆ thought i wouldnโt handle you when we got home?โ he taunted.
you tried to reply, lips parting, but the way he was pounding into you made it hard to speak. โiโfuck, rafeโโ your words came out shaky and strained, breath catching every time he drove deep. your hands gripped the sheets, body rocking forward with each rough thrust while his arm stayed firm around your throat, keeping you pressed into the mattress.
he didnโt let up, lips brushing your ear as he kept whispering. โthatโs right. struggle all you want, baby. this pussy still gets so wet for me when youโre in trouble.โ he comments.
you tried to talk back, lips parting as you gasped out a shaky reply. โi wasnโtโfuckโโ you start. โshut up,โ rafe stated low in your ear, cutting you off instantly.
before you could get another word out, he fucked you so much harder, hips slamming into you with brutal force. the sudden intensity knocked the air right out of your lungs.
every thick inch of his cock drove deeper, faster, pounding into you so relentlessly that all you could do was moan and whimper helplessly. coherent words completely failed you now. just broken, desperate sounds spilling from your mouth.
rafeโs large hand quickly moved from your throat to cover your mouth, palm pressing firmly against your lips to muffle the loud noises you couldnโt hold back. โso fucking loud,โ he hissed against your ear, still railing you without mercy, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the half renovated office. โcanโt even behave for five minutes without screaming for my cock.โ
your eyes rolled back, body jolting forward with every savage thrust while his hand kept you quiet. you could barely breathe through the overwhelming pleasure, completely overwhelmed.
you tried to warn him, voice muffled desperately against his palm. โrafeโiโm gonna cumโโ you managed to choke out, barely intelligible.
for a moment he kept the brutal pace, hips snapping hard like he was going to let you. โyeah? you wanna cum, baby?โ he whispered hot against your ear, sounding almost sweet. his cock drove deep and steady, hitting that spot over and over, pushing you right to the edge.
your body tensed, thighs shaking, right there..then he pulled out completely.
a broken whine escaped you instantly, hips pushing back desperately, searching for him. โdid i tell you to speak?โ rafe growled, voice dark and low.
before you could even process it, he slammed back into you, rougher than before. his thrusts turned punishing, hips slamming against your ass with raw force, the wet slap of skin filling the room as he fucked you even harder. his hand stayed clamped tight over your mouth, muffling your loud cries while his arm kept you pinned beneath him.
โbrats donโt get to cum that easy,โ he hissed into your ear, pounding you mercilessly, stretching your soaked pussy around his thick cock with every savage stroke.
you reached back desperately, fingers digging into his biceps, gripping the hard muscle as he kept pounding into you. your mind had gone completely fuzzy, cock drunk and lost in the feeling of him stretching you so deep.
โrafeโ fuckโฆ your cock feels so good,โ you babbled breathlessly against his hand, words slurring together. โso fucking bigโฆ i canโtโ itโs so good, baby, pleaseโโ
he kept fucking you through your desperate little praises, hips slamming against your ass with wet, filthy sounds. your grip on his arms tightened, nails digging in as your body started trembling again, that familiar pressure building dangerously fast.
โiโm gonna cumโrafe, please, iโm so closeโโ
he groaned low in your ear, sounding like he was finally going to let you. his thrusts stayed deep and rough, pushing you right up to the edge, right there and then he pulled out again.
you let out a broken, frustrated sob, hips twitching uselessly as the orgasm slipped away. your body was shaking, pussy clenching around nothing while you tried to catch your breath.
rafe gave you just a few seconds to come down, breathing hard against your neck, before he lined himself up and slammed back inside you without warning. he started fucking you even harder than before, the new angle making his thick cock hit even deeper.
โnot yet,โ he stated, voice dark and teasing in your ear as his hand stayed pressed over your mouth. โyou donโt cum until i say so, baby.โ he taunted cruelly.
your muffled moans grew louder as he railed you mercilessly again, using your body like he owned it, drawing out your pleasure until you were a trembling, cock drunk mess beneath him once more.
โrafeโ please,โ you begged, voice muffled and broken against his palm. โlet me cumโฆ iโll be good, i swear. iโll be your good girl. please baby, i love youโ i love you so much, just let me cum on your cock.โ your words came out in a desperate, teary babble, body shaking as he kept pounding into you without mercy. rafeโs grip on your mouth tightened slightly, his lips brushing your ear as he listened to you fall apart for him.
โthatโs it,โ he growled, voice low and rough. โbeg like you mean it.โ he said. you kept pleading between broken moans, hips pushing back to meet his savage thrusts. โplease rafeโฆ iโll be so good for you. i love youโ fuck, please let me cumโโ you beg more.
he finally gave in. his thrusts stayed deep and punishing, but he angled his hips just right, slamming into that perfect spot over and over until your whole body locked up.
โcum then,โ he ordered against your ear. โcum on my cock like a good little wife.โ
the permission hit you like a wave. you came hard, crying out into his hand as your pussy clenched and pulsed around his thick cock, soaking him completely. your legs shook violently, eyes rolling back while pleasure crashed through you in heavy, blinding waves. rafe fucked you through every second of it, groaning at how tightly you squeezed him.
only when your orgasm started to fade did he slow down, still buried deep inside you. he moved his hand from your mouth and pressed a hot kiss to the side of your neck, breathing hard.
โdonโt test me again, baby,โ he warned. โnext time i wonโt be so nice.โ he teased.
