#trap her

rafe’s lips travel back down to your neck, sucking hard and leaving hickeys that you thankfully wouldn’t need to explain to your parents anytime soon. at the same time he’s able to pull off your pants, lifting you up to help take each leg out it’s pant hole. before you could even process or fully sit back down, your panties were already being held to the side.

“rafe…” you whimper as sank down on two fingers inside you.

“ride my fingers baby, cmon.” his voice was dropping octaves by the second right by your ear.

so you grinded against his two digits, many breathy moans coming from your mouth and you prayed rafe’s windows were tinted enough despite the car light being on.

“you gonna let me make it up to you, hm?” he asks as his fingers start moving faster in you.

“mhm!” you nod your head. you’ve been with rafe long enough to know that this is his way of properly saying sorry, and you were okay with that most times.

he kisses your cheek as your face was focused on chasing a relief, but it honestly wasn’t enough.

“i need more…” you whine

his hands stop. “yea? you ready for me?”

you nod and that’s all it takes for him to take his hands out completely and take out his thick and hard dick, half of it hitting your stomach when it was fully out.

he watched as you just sat that for a second and held onto it, “you know what to do baby.” he says as his hands settle down on your waist.

you stroke it a few times, him sighing from the feeling of it before aligning yourself with the tip. you were about to go down but then you remembered—

“shit rafe,” you move it away from your entrance. “a condom.”

“your good baby,” he says, pulling you closer. “i’ll pull out.”

you’re a little worried, but you don’t wanna kill the mood. “are you sure?”

he gives you a peck. “i’m positive, go ahead.”

rafe hasn’t given you a reason not to trust his words just yet. so, you let him align himself with you this time and helps you sink down onto him; bottoming out almost immediately with his guidance.

the both of you sigh at the same time, the new feeling being very intense for the both of you. it’s not like it was either of your first times but you and him both knew that this was what you should’ve been enjoying after you told him the big news, not the silent treatment.

then at the same time, this was a brand new feeling for the both of you. you never did anything raw before, persistent on making him put on a rubber no matter what.

yet for some reason this time, you barely cared at all for it.

“rafe,” you moan out.

“i know baby i know…” his breathing speeds up.

once you were fully adjusted, he wasted no time into making you rub against him. hands gripping your waist harder and letting out small moans of his own.

it was so much, you leaned over onto his shoulder chest to chest. you were whimpering in his ear and making all those noises that he loved so much.

“cmon baby give it to me,” he says.

your movements were weak despite him helping you out. you couldn’t even formally respond to him due to the new feeling, so he took that as a sign to do all the work for you (not that you minded.)

he readjusted his position beneath you, then started thrusting up into you.

it was the change of speed and movement that made you throw your head back now, jaw wide open and moaning so loud that you wouldn’t be surprised if they heard you around the corner.

“there it is baby, good girl.” he says, his own words staggering with how fast he was moving inside you.

“i can’t— im gonna—”

rafe knew what that meant. even though you could barely get the words out, he felt it within you.

“you gonna cum, hm?” he asks. all you could do was nod at him, beyond fucked out now to fully answer him.

“s’okay baby, let go.” he says once he realizes your struggle to speak.

a few more thrusts was all you need to have the most intense orgasm ever. rafe smiled at you and let you rest onto him while he kept going inside you, chasing his own relief.

“shit baby, fuck i’m gonna cum too.” his grip on you gets impossibly tighter, almost making you forget he was raw.

but you didn’t forget.

you found some type of strength inside you to shift a little on his lap. “rafe, pullout” you weakly tell him.

“shhh, it’s okay.” his face was focused. he completely dismissed your request.

“rafe seriously—”

“please baby, it’ll be okay js let it happen.”

now you were getting thrown off. why was he acting like you didn’t just agree to this if he wasn’t gonna use a condom a few minutes ago?

“no i really don’t want it.” you tried to push on his chest but he was quick to bring you back into him, hand on the back of your head and rubbing you against him instead of thrusting now.

“please let me baby. s’gonna feel so good trust me, okay? gonna be so full of me. i’ll get you a plan b baby please please please.” he’s basically begging in your ear.

because he never stopped moving, you felt another orgasm about to come out of you and now you were struggling to properly answer him again.

you gasp because it was coming quicker than what you thought. “r-rafe i don’t know…”

“fuckkk, baby here it comes.” he cuts you off and you feel his seed spill into you while your legs start shaking because yours came at the same time.

he keeps you close to his chest, trying to calm down from his high and caressing your back as you tried to calm down from yours.

“you did so good baby,” he keeps praising you, whispering to you and putting kisses onto your shoulder. he doesn’t even realize how mad you are and once you finally got the energy back to cuss him out, it was the first thing you did.

“rafe. what the fuck?” you quickly hopped off of his lap, scrambling to find your underwear and pants.

“baby-”

“no dont fucking baby me i told you i didn’t want you to…” this time around you couldn’t finish your sentence due to being so pissed at him.

he pulls up his pants. “i’m sorry i just got caught up in the moment. you fucking loved it tho so i don’t understand—”

“are you serious?!” you yell at him. “take me to the nearest pharmacy NOW and im not even joking.” he sighs in annoyance at your outburst, but still starts the car while you finally got your pants back on.

the entire car ride there you didn’t even make a sound, just kept your head looking out the window, feeling so gross and violated because this was quite literally the last thing you wanted.

rafe kept muttering things under his breath, saying things like ‘you fucking loved it.’ and ‘so damn dramatic’.

when you got to the cvs that was thankfully only a 5 minute drive away, you didn’t even wait for him to finish parking. you were quick to jump out the car, making him yell at you as you sped into the store. to your dismay, he was right on your tail.

“let me at least buy it, cmon.” he says, keeping up with your fast steps.

you ignored him and instead brought your attention to the worker, kindly asking him to unlock the glass with the plan b in it.

all the while rafe kept trying to get you to at least look at him by tapping you, a little taken aback himself with how quick everything just escalated.

the worker unlocks it, sensing the tension between you two and wanting to get away. that’s how bad the little “scene” was.

“aren’t you on birth control anyways? you’re doing too fuckin much.”

“does it matter, rafe?? you know how i feel about this shit. you went too far.”

he sighs and walks away, heading to make his way out the store. because of course he’s not gonna pay how he said he wanted to.

shaking your head in frustration, you quickly make your way to the register. you don’t even make small talk with the cashier either, you’re just quick to keep it pushing and get what you needed to in the midst of your spoiled mood.

who would’ve known 5 minutes after having your own orgasm you would’ve been completely pissed off?

you mumbled a quick “goodnight” to the cashier and made your way back to the car. as you were getting in, sarah called. you knew eventually people were going to wonder where you’re at, but you currently weren’t in any mood to talk. after wanting to speak and see rafe all these days, he was suddenly the last face you wanted to see now.

letting your phone ring, you buckled yourself back in and rafe starts the convo. “did you use my card?”

“no i didn’t use your card.” you said in the most monotone voice.

“why not? i said id pay—”

“just drive me home, rafe. i don’t care.” you crossed your arms.

all he can do is shake his own head now, having an attitude due to your attitude.

he turns the music on as he drives out of the parking lot, already driving aggressively. the two of you and your mood swings didn’t mix well into the relationship sometimes.

“they’re waiting for you back at the restaurant, you know.” he speaks up after a couple of minutes of silence. you ignore him tho, not sure why he still was speaking to you after clearly recognizing that you didn’t want to even look at him.

he doesn’t let your silence slide, though. “so after all that bullshit of saying you missed me this is what i get, after feeling safe and comfortable enough? not to pull out? listen, im sorry i didn’t listen to you but one time isnt gonna do anything.”

his eyes keep darting on you then back onto the road. you still don’t answer him. if he can give you the silent treatment, you can do the same shit back.

but the difference between the two of you? you can’t ever stay mad or stand on business. you love him too much to keep hurting his feelings. same with him honestly, he comes around after he cools off.

“pulling a me on me… ok. i guess i deserve it.” he finally says, not pushing the conversation any further after you continue to ignore his words.

he’s driving more aggressive now, way past the speed limit on the highway and blasting the music that you and him both love. anytime there was an argument in the car, this was what he would do. whether it was to prove a point while risking both of your lives or not, you weren’t sure. but it actually annoyed you more than had you feared, cus this is a prime example of him being childish.

kie texted you a million times, pope was calling you, john b was leaving voice mails, and you ignored all of them by putting your phone on DND. you felt bad for ignoring them, so you quickly texted your group chat.

‘had to go home, had an emergency. i’ll come get my car tomorrow love you guys.’

it was a weak excuse, but you didn’t even have the energy to try and figure out a better one.

when you guys finally pulled up back at your house you didn’t even make eye contact with him while unbuckling yourself and hopping out. but of course, he’s once again still following you, taking you by surprise almost when he stopped the car.

you just let him, fidgeted with your keys before being able to unlock your door while he was on your tail. if anybody were really paying attention to your current dynamic, they’d be overly confused and concern on what’s going on. you both have scowls on your faces yet not walking away.

walking into the house, rafe makes his way into your bathroom and you throw the pharmacy bag on the counter, just going straight to your room irritated and not caring about rafe’s existence at all.

you wanted to refresh. you felt dirty and disrespected, and hopefully a shower and some sleep would help you get over it and move past this whole thing with rafe. so while rafe was doing whatever downstairs you hopped into the shower.

tears started to slip down your face. you felt so emotional, so upset, so betrayed. and while there was a solution to the issue, you just couldn’t help but to feel upset, or more so angry about the whole situation.

why did he have to be so selfish? so nonchalant about everything?

the thoughts just kept you even more mad, so you were opening and slamming drawers in your room without even realizing while trying to put together your night clothes.

not too long after getting the shower ready, rafe was on your tail once again. this time with water and the pill in his hand.

“i’m sorry sweetheart,” he starts, regret truly filling his eyes. “i really am. i shouldn’t have done that and i was being disrespectful. i shouldn’t have talked to you like that after the fact too.”

you wanted to be convinced but you weren’t sure just yet. so you don’t respond, but you take the pill from him and flush it down with the water in his other hand.

he takes a step closer to you and gives you a hug. your soft spot for him wasn’t going away anytime soon, clearly, because you melted in his arms and hugged back just a few seconds after.

he gives you a firm kiss on your lips. “i’m gonna be better, i promise.”

“yea you better.” you say, while stepping into your shower. you were mad that you gave in so easily but it was hard to do anything else when it came to rafe.

the shower was helping a little bit, and so did rafe’s realization that he was being a dick.

but now you had no worry, because the pill was taken and although you needed a fill on birth control, there’s nothing a quick request couldn’t fix.

rafe made his way back downstairs, a cocky smirk on his lips.

because little to your knowledge, that plan b was thrown and hidden at the bottom of your trash, tylenol bottle sitting out on the counter instead that he made sure to put back right where he found it,