angelasmooore

[angelasmooore]

WHEW! 😥 🥵

❝ switching bodies for you, d. starkey. ❞

ooo. 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈… drew starkey & original black!female character

ooo. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔… roleplay, praising, oral, penetrative sex, edging, squirting, unprotected sex, rough sex. anal, “good girl” praises.

ooo. 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔… she wants to try something different and her boyfriend is more than eager to comply.

ooo. 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔… had this idea and i wanted to see how it would come out. and i think i like it although i envisioned it completely different in my head but whatever lol. 😬 dk if this idea has been used before but wanted to try something a bit different!

she knows that it was a rather peculiar ask; part of her expected him to say no or for his response to be more taken aback by the absurdity of it all but she was pleasantly surprised when he nodded his head in agreement and replied with a concurring, “okay.”

they were at home laid on top of the mattress; drew was sprawled halfway on top of her — his body nudged between her legs with his cock protruding against the fabric of his jeans, swelling in its girth, messily staining his briefs with precum that leaked from his flushed head. their pelvises chafed and teased against each other’s in a slow and torturous grind. despite the barrier, she could feel the evidence of his arousal brushing against her cunt every time she moved her hips in accordance with his.

“wait.” she murmured, licking her swollen lips as she retracted from the kiss to look at him.

he looked debauched with his skin flushed in the prettiest rosy blush, lips slick from the salvia that passed between their mouths and eyes lidded with lust. he furrowed his brow, breathing laboredly through his parted lips. “what is it?”

she chewed hesitantly on her lower lip, suddenly feeling shy and chagrined as the suggestion circled her mind. it was silly and probably strange, but there was something that she’s been wanting to try with drew for a while now. she was reluctant on saying it because she didn’t know how to properly approach or explain it reasonably.

she worried about the possibility of him taking offense to it or that he would think that she wasn’t satisfied with their sex life (which was so far from the truth — she doesn’t think she’s ever been with anyone that can make her cum as much as drew does.) so, she temporarily dismissed the thought all together until her interest about it suddenly piqued again.

“this might sound a little weird…” she begins, looking up at him underneath the length of her lashes. the furrow in his brow deepens but he nods, prompting her to continue. “but i was thinking maybe we could try something a little different tonight.”

“okay. like what?”

“like you fucking me but roleplaying as rafe,” she says, watching as his confusion deepened. “i know it’s weird, but i’ve always kinda fantasized about him and how he would be in bed.” her face flushes in warmth at this confession, she never actually thought she would admit this out loud to anyone.

she loves drew for who he is; but there was also something undeniably sexy about him when he’s portraying rafe. she’s visited the set a few times and observed the subtleties of his transformation — seeing him go from her doting boyfriend to an irascible psychopath. she knows that he was just acting, but seeing him bloodied and bruised and depicting someone so completely antithetical to who he is — had stirred something inside of her.

and she’s suddenly embarrassed again with how silent drew is after she finishes talking and she’s parting her mouth open to tell him to just forget she ever said anything, when he looks at her and nods, “okay.”

she looks at him again, gauging his reaction just to see if there’s any underlying reluctance or apprehension, because the last thing she ever wanted was for him to do something he wasn’t comfortable with just for her sake. but there wasn’t any. he seemed genuinely intrigued by her request and this realization excites her.

he leaned down to brush a kiss against her throat before sliding up to meet her mouth again. “how did you fantasize him being in bed?”

she whimpered softly, feeling her cunt throb in anticipation. “i don’t know… just rougher than you usually get.”

he hums in acknowledgment, nudging his nose against hers as he kisses her deeply, taking her bottom lip within the grip of his teeth. he sucked and nipped diligently on the soft skin until it swelled. he released the bruised flesh, sliding the palm of his hand over her stomach. her breath catches in her throat, goosebumps erect over her skin as his fingers hovered over the waistband of her flimsy shorts.

“drew,” she keens, writhing in desperation for him to touch her.

he shakes his head, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth making at tsk-ing sound in reprimand. “it’s rafe, remember?” he murmurs, his breath tickles her skin as he nipped and sucked dark love bites on her neck.

she exhaled shakily, already so overwhelmed with pleasure that she forgot about the prerequisites that he reinforced. she arches her body further in his touch, nodding her head curtly. “good girl.” he coos, brushing his lips over every inch of skin that his mouth could reach.

his fingers tug her shorts and slick stained underwear off, pulling them over her hips and down her thighs until they’re bunched up around her ankles. she discards them with an absentminded kick, flinging them somewhere onto the floor with a soft thud.

drew retracts from the kiss, a string of saliva falls from their lips as he pulls away. his eyes lower; taking in the sight of her weeping cunt. he groans softly, “fuck you smell so good,” he marvels, the sweet scent of her musk lingers in his nostrils and has his mouth salivating. he slides down her body, lowering and angling himself so that he’s seated directly at her center.

his fingers brush against her skin as he slides a hand over her calf, hefting her leg over his shoulder. he’s rewarded with the sight of her pussy that’s glistening with arousal along her slippery folds. drew parts his lips into a puckered “o” as he buries his face between the sweltering furrow of her thighs. she whimpers, high and loud when the bridge of his nose brushes against her clit — it was the barest of sensations but still enough to have her shivering and moaning in pleasure.

he hovers his lips over her clit; then gently started sucking it until she’s suctioned in his mouth. he sucks and releases the pressure rhythmically, pulling her clit in and out of his mouth in a teasing catch and release. he holds her there, using the tip of his tongue to massage her clit. “rafe!” she shudders, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she feels her toes curling from the pleasure.

he makes his way up her vulva and increases the pressure so that the base of his tongue is nudged slightly under her clit. he continued to move upwards, using his tongue to stimulate the bottom of her clit. then, in one smooth lap, he’s relaxing his tongue and licking her up. tears sting in her pupils and blur her vision, her hips arch off of the bed as she thrusts against his tongue and pushes his head in further so he’s nearly suffocated in her cunt.

she chokes on a sob, feeling her body tremble at the stimulation. he inserts a finger into the penetration; brushing through her wetness as he teased the sensitive flesh. she bellows a cry, as her body writhes against the mattress. “i’m close!” she forewarns to no avail as she squirts messily in his mouth. drew licks up the remnants of her arousal as he lifts his head from its perch.

his mouth is slick and red; a combination of saliva and her cum messily coat his swollen lips. she’s still lulling from her orgasm as he begins to undress himself. he shrugs out of his shirt and maneuvers out of his jeans and briefs, tossing them aside on the floor until he’s left naked in front of her. “can’t wait to be inside of you again. gonna fuck you so good, baby.”

his cock curls against his thigh; fully rigid and painstakingly throbbing. he hovers over her again, aligning the swelled tip of his cock at the center of her cunt. he barricades through her wetness, grinding against her so that her swollen lips are chafing against his bare cock.

“fuck. you’re so wet for me, baby.” he murmurs, feeling her cunt lapping repeatedly over his cock, leaving a residue of her arousal slicking him every time he withdraws. he rubbed the head against her swollen clitoris, through her labia, against her entrance, then slid her cunt against him from tip to base. she draws out a loud moan, her head falls back against the pillow as the friction coils and pulls in her lower abdomen.

her cunt gapes around his tip — still sensitive and swollen from her first orgasm. he watches in awe, mesmerized by the sight of her pussy lips and how they stretch and lap against him. “rafe, baby, please!” her fingers grip the bedsheets, teeth dig so deep into her lower lip that she could taste blood stinting from the bruise. “i need you now.” she sobs, though her hips still move in accordance to his movements, tracing over the ridges and teasing her entrance.

the lewd sounds of his cock slicked in her wetness has him groaning in pleasure; his thrusts go languid as he feels his own orgasm licking up his spine. “that feel good?” he firms a grip on his cock and nudges his tip against her swollen clitoris; feeling her clench wantonly around him. she nods vigorously. her body’s shaking, tears fall freely from her eyes as he holds her there — lingering and brushing against her clit until the pressure becomes too much and she has to push him away to catch her breath.

a bit of his own precum mixed in with hers, causing the fluids to spill out of her cunt and down her thighs, forming a wet puddle beneath her.

his cock twitches at the sight of her like this; debauched with her face moist with perspiration and tears, pussy engorged and leaking with both of their fluids, hair messily pooled around the pillows like a halo. she already looked so fucked when he hasn’t even been inside of her yet. drew leaned forward to kiss her, feeling the wisps of her breath tickle his skin. “okay?” he raises a brow, looking down at her.

she’s squirted before, but the pressure of these the last two were far more intense than any of the previous times. she nods, licking her lips as she feels her cunt throb; an undeniable tell that she was ready for more.

“good. turn around for me,” he avers, watching as she complied eagerly and turned around so she was lying prone. drew stands on his knees, settling himself behind her. “ass up, baby. that’s a good girl.” he slides a hand over her cheeks as she inclines her back in a sinuous arch and holds herself up with her palms pressed into the mattress.

he spreads his knees a bit further, making enough room so that he’s settled in between her for a precise intrusion. palming his cock in his hand, he angles himself at her hole and nudged his hips forward as he began to slowly delve in. there’s a delicious pain that spreads through her body at the intrusion. the pain subsides and is immediately replaced by pleasure, inciting drew to continue filling her of his cock inch by inch until he’s brimmed at the hilt.

she chokes on a gasp, feeling the stretch of his cock swelling in its girth inside of her. her body trembles at the sensitivity and she has to pop her ass back to catch the tip of drew’s cock curled just past her perineum.

his eyes lower to where he’s nudged inside of her; the sight of it alone is enough to make him cum. “rafe!” her whimpering plead retracts him from his reverie.

he digs his fingers into the meaty flesh of her hips as he held onto her. he rolled his hips in an upward thrust; brushing his pelvic bone against her ass as he lingered there for a moment. “oh!” she shivers, feeling her body trembling from his breach. he withdraws until he’s halfway slipped out of her, then he’s fucking back into her with a vigorous thrust of his hips that has her body lurching forward at the exertion.

she arches her back further; pressing her face into the mattress as she changes the angle a bit so that she feels every penetration of drew fucking her deep in her bones. her ass ricochets against him with every forward thrust that he gives, she convulses around his cock every time he fills her again, reclaiming him in a tight stretch.

drew grunts and groans, his hands squeeze every inch of skin that’s in his reach as he fucks into her, mewling at the noisiness of their sex. he presses his hand down on her back, anchoring her in place as he implements a slow, languid stroke. “rafe!” she cries, her voice muffled from where it’s pressed against the mattress. she undulates her hips, meeting him thrust-for-thrust.

she bit the comforter as drew pulled out the tip and slid back inside in a smooth thrust. she ground her teeth into the cotton and squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his cock continue to fuck unrelentingly into her.

drew’s hand slid up the back of her neck and grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging her head back hard as he thrust with more vigor.

“uh-uh. i wanna hear your sounds. i wanna hear you scream for me. wanna hear how good i’m making you feel.”

“drew-” she inadvertently says, feeling him tug her hair at the blunder.

“who?” he didn’t release his grip on her hair or the position he was holding her head in, bent far enough so that her body arched against the bed. “yeah you like when i fuck you like this, don’t you?” she made a strangling noise, almost blacking out with the sudden movement when his dick touches the perfect spot inside her. her eyes rolled back as she tried to form the word, but all that came out was a whimper.

her body lurched forward with the force of drew’s thrusts, and she was completely lost to the pleasure as he fucked her with abandon. the headboard knocks against the wall, the mattress creaks in complaint beneath them. drew could feel her clenching and seizing as she approached her climax, and it had him ready to cum as well with the base of his cock tingling.

“rafe! right there… fuck… i’m gonna cum.” she cries.

“you take my cock like you were made for it. you gonna cum for me, pretty girl? come on. cum on my cock. let me feel it,” that was all it took for her to jump off the cliff of release with a loud cry, eyes rolling back into her head and jaw going slack as her whole body shuddered. “that’s it. you’re doing so good, baby.”

all it took was a few more thrusts before drew came with a guttural groan, thrusting into her tight hole. he ground against her, fingers digging into her hair and pulling tight as he stuffed her full of his cum.

she could feel drew’s cum filling her up and trickling down the insides of her thighs. she moaned in satisfaction, clenching around drew’s cock sporadically, milking him for everything he had. her breathing was harsh and labored as she tried to catch her breath from getting fucked into the mattress. her whole body was sensitive, and every tiny movement of drew moving above her made her whimper.

he leaned down and kissed her shoulder softly, nosing over her cheeks and neck. he pulled out slowly, trying to not hurt tiana, who whined as his cock slid against her sensitive walls. she collapsed onto the bed with a soft groan, her body sinking into the mattress.

her limbs felt lax, every muscle in her body was deliciously spent. she rolls over, looking at drew who looked equally as disheveled — skin flushed, eyes lidded, chest heaving. she smiled sheepishly, chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.

“you okay? i wasn’t too rough was i, baby?” he asked, falling beside her as he felt his own body go wilt from the exertion.

she shakes her head reassuringly, “i won’t be able to walk for a few days, but i’m okay.”

he smirks, leaning over to peck a kiss against her shoulder. “good. so did rafe live up to your sexual fantasy?”

“mhm. he exceeded my expectations.” she says, biting on her lip as she scooted closer towards him. she maneuvers her body so that she’s seated astride of his lap, comfortable in her perch. “but now i’m ready for drew to fuck me again.” she whispers softly, reaching between their bodies and grabbing ahold of his cock that twitches at her insatiable libido.

[angelasmooore]

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[angelasmooore]

oh this was really good 😩

where she shows her boyfriend just how much she missed him while he was away.

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pairing: drew starkey x original black!female character

tags: black!fem reader, original black character, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, orgasm delay, edging (kinda?), soft!drew starkey, soft!boyfriend.

notes: i need him.

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She slips her tongue between his lips, swallowing the guttural groan that he breathes into her mouth. He slacks his jaw wider, deepening the kiss and reveling in the intrusion as his tongue intertwines languidly within hers. Her hands reach up, sliding against the slender curve of his neck and sinking into the luscious tufts of his hair as she tugs him closer until their bodies are aligned.

With their mouths still preoccupied, Drew toes off his shoes and absentmindedly kicks them aside before he begins discarding his clothing — undoing the buttons on his collard shirt until the fabric loosens around his shoulders. He shrugs out of the shirt until it falls to the floor with a soft thud.

“Missed you,” She murmurs.

Drew crouches at the knees, sliding a hand over the curve of her hip as he hefts her into the air. He barres her legs around his torso, his hands holding her up by her ass as he maneuvers them from the front entrance towards the living room.

“I missed you more,” He breathes softly, never once ceasing the onslaught on her mouth through the migration. 

It was pathetic really; Drew was only gone for two weeks for yet it felt like an eternity for the both of them. It was two weeks without kissing, touching or holding each other. They’d attempted to make up for the loss of contact through their nightly phone sex conversations but it didn’t elicit the same unbridled pleasure as it did when they were the one’s milking their orgasms from each other rather than on their own accord.

They fall onto the couch as Drew sits down. His hands slide over the embowed cupping of her ass as she straddles him — rubbing and kneading the soft flesh through her jeans.

“You’re not allowed to go out of town ever again,” She laments, though only halfhearted in her reprimand as she knew it was a requirement with his job. 

(Which she was sometimes able to reap the benefits from when he was allowed to bring a guest along to accompany him. In the instances where he wasn’t — she would spend time at home missing him and impatiently counting the days until his return home.)

Drew brushes the bridge of his nose against hers as he smirks, “I don’t know…if me leaving means that I’m greeted like this every time I come home then maybe—ah—fuck—”. He’s biting down roughly on the skin of his lower lip, eyes rolling to the back of his head in pleasure when he feels her purse his lips in a pucker as she imprinted open mouthed kisses against his neck. 

She arches her hips and fluctuates a slow teasing grind, chafing dryly against his groin. Their pants still being on creates a frustrating barrier between them but the fabric of Drew’s slacks are thin enough to where she’s still able to feel the outline of his protruding cock that’s rapidly swelling in its girth against both of their thighs.

His head falls backwards, leaning over the edge of the couch. She leans forward, pressing feverish kisses along the column of his throat, still thrusting and whimpering softly.

A tug stirs in her abdomen; her toes curl in anticipation as she feels her bottom lip tremble at the delicious friction between their bodies. It all feels too good; their pelvises nudging against each other’s like this, with Drew’s hands still squeezing her ass while she oscillated her working hips on top of him.

Her cunt throbs at the friction; the gusset of her underwear slicks stickily with her arousal. 

“Baby,”

She proceeded with her ministrations until she nears Drew to his edge. When she feels his hands tighten their grip around her and hears the shaky exhale of his breath, that’s when she scoots off of his lap and lowers to her knees before her hands begin to work at his pants. 

Drew lifts his hips up so that she’s able to tug them all the way down until they’re pooled around his feet. He moans loudly in content when feels her fingers wrap firmly around his cock. “Hnn,” He widens his legs open; allowing her to settle in between his thighs.

Drew’s body nearly disintegrates into the cushions the moment he feels her wet lips purse around his cock. His mouth gapes, eyes flutter hazily, nostrils flare as he breathes ruggedly with his chest heaving. She looked like a vision—her perfectly succulent, pink, prim bow lips were wrapped around his cock; her eyes were lulled over in lust, giving her this coquettish seductive look that nearly had Drew cuming at the sight—she had a way of doing that, looking so innocent while doing the most vulgar things.

His little Tiana was deceptive like that.

She had the face of an angel; beautiful and effervescent in her appearance. But ravenously lascivious when it comes to sex.

A common misconception would be that he was the dominant one in bed, but more times than not, Tiana was the one who fucked him into submission, having him cumming mercilessly at her onslaught until his body’s wilt and limp with exhaustion.

His cock lurches in anticipation at the thought of being inside of her again.

She looks up at him again; her eyes doe, feigning innocence, eyelashes sitting high as they shadowed over her chiseled cheekbones, saliva messily dribbling down her chin. Her cheeks were hollowed as her mouth puckered around his dick. She maintains eye contact with Drew, slacking her jaw wider as she swallows him down inch by inch.

Tears sting in the back of her eyes and she nearly gags at the girth of Drew stretching against the back of her throat. Tiana continues her feat until it’s just a few inches of Drew’s cock remaining, too big to stretch further.

She croons at the sight of her lovestruck boyfriend as he sits there, reveled in content and enamor as he watched her. Drew always looked beautiful; but it’s moments like this, where his skin’s flushed, eyes are lidded, lips are red and raw and kiss-swollen, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, that he looks the most breathtaking.

And it excites her to know that she’s the reason behind these lovestruck looks and has these breathy sounds coming from him. He looks deliciously disheveled and debauched and she can’t wait until he’s finally inside of her again so he can fuck her until they’re both creaming messily all over each other.

Her hand squeezes and tugs while her mouth sucks at the swollen flesh. Her mouth accommodates to his thickness, repeatedly sucking as her tongue flattens to lick up all of the precum that skeeted from his tip. Drew’s hips thrust upward off of the couch, his hand wraps around the back of her neck as he licked his lips, murmuring blubbering appraisals.

She hums at the praises; stroking Drew with her hand, fucking him with her mouth as she fluttered her eyes at him. She traced her tongue along the underside of Drew’s cock, hearing him gasp a sharp breath.

Drew mewls, thrusting his hips as he pushed himself further against the back of her throat. “Fuck, baby,” She moaned, her throat clicking as she swallowed around the head of Drew’s cock.

She inhaled deeply and took him all the way into her throat, until her nose was tickled by his pubic hair. “Oh, shit!” Drew releases a prolonged moan, his body shivers as she hastens her speed and wraps her hand around the base of his cock, making a tight ring.

Drew’s orgasm arrives quick.

The wet warmth of Tiana’s mouth along with the flirtatious looks and firm tugs on his dick has him conceding to his arousal. His breathing quickens and he’s biting down roughly on his lower lip, leveling his eyes down at her. “I’m close—” He forewarns, his throat clicking as pleasure spreads in his bones. “I’m so fucking close,”

She nods, reaching underneath Drew’s thighs as she fondles his swollen balls, prying his orgasm out of him. That’s all it takes before he’s moaning loudly and shuddering as the thick, warm, milky, fluids spill into her mouth. He slumps languidly against the couch, eyes flutter close as he hauls down from his orgasm.

She releases Drew’s cock with a loud wet pop, her jaw loosens and she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand after she swallowed all of the remnants of Drew’s cum.

Watching and listening to his visceral reaction stirred a carnal arousal within Tiana; whose cunt was throbbing achingly for him to be inside of her. She stands shakily to her feet, hurriedly shrugging off her clothing until she’s left fully nude. She crouched over Drew’s languid body, straddling his lap again.

Her wetness drags up his thigh as she adjusts herself in his perch so that she’s seated directly on top of Drew’s cock again; this time sans any barrier of clothes.

“I love you,” He murmurs sheepishly, still disoriented and dazed from the post fellacio release.

“Well, we’ve been together for two years now so I’d hope that you would.” She teases, brushing her fingers through his sweat slicked hair.

“Two years, eight months, sixteen weeks, thirty two days,” Drew says, reaching down and grabbing her hand, pressing soft kisses against her knuckles.

“I’m surprised that I haven’t tired of you yet.” Her smile widens in mirth at Drew’s playful offense; he’s got his hand over his chest feigning a wounded heart and his lips jut downward in a pout with his expression reflecting one of a petulant child.

She rolls his eyes at the exaggerated expression, her features softening in awe as she stared adoringly at her boyfriend.

“You know that I love you more than anything,”

Her love for Drew extended beyond any definition. What she feels for him is so much more than just love — it’s everything, infatuation, admiration, content, happiness. And there hasn’t been one instance where those feelings faltered even in the slightest, it’s always been Drew that’s had her heart since the first day that they met and they both know it will remain as such until the end of time. It’s the kind of love that she’s always wished for, easy, kind and worthy of fighting for. Drew was her life; her everything.

“I do,” He murmurs, reaching his hand up to cradle the side of her face. “It’s why I’m the luckiest man on earth.”

The sentiment makes Tiana’s heart swell in enamor and all the teasing is suddenly forgotten as she embraces Drew into another kiss, deep and vehement with their tongues messily intertwining and their noses bumping clumsily against each other’s.

Drew’s hands tighten around her waist as he leans them backwards on the couch.

Regret is only brief as they realize how tightly fitted the couch is with the two of them sprawled out across it like this, but they disregard the hassle and absentmindedly throw the pillows onto the floor and settle towards the middle of the couch still with their limbs entangled. The cushions are soft against Drew’s back and shoulders, he’s got his head tucked on the arm of the sofa with his long legs hanging off the ends.

She steadies one hand to grip the arm of the couch while the other slid in between their burning bodies. Her fingers caress against the chisel of muscles along his chest, descending lower until she’s got a firmed grip on the engorged flesh of his aching cock. Drew shivers, murmuring a soft curse in her mouth at the warmth of her fingers wrapped around him.

She leverages herself off of his hips and angles him at her center. She holds his gaze, nudging her hips forward so that he’s caught at her entrance. 

They both choke on a groan, feeling their throats click in pleasure.

Then, finally, it’s a reconciliation of their bodies as she withdraws her hand from around the base of his cock and lowers herself down onto him. The tip clefts her open without preamble, the wetness of her arousal makes it an easy intrusion. She tucks her face in his neck, biting down on her lower lip as she feels the pleasure of his entrance licking up her spine. “Drew,” She murmurs, already feeling delirious and full of him when he hadn’t even done anything yet.

He nods against her shoulder, needing his own moment of adjustment. “I know, baby, I know,” He murmurs, half-dazed himself as he rubbed a hand down her back. 

She arches her hips, feeling Drew’s hands guiding the movements as she continued to lower herself until her cunt’s swallowing down more inches of his cock. There’s a painful twinge that spreads through her at the intrusion, his girth stretches her inch by inch, continuing its primal penetration.

The pain is immediately substituted with pleasure as she accommodates to the swell of him inside of her. She exhaled a loud sob when feels him bottoming her out. “Okay?” He asks, the question soft as he murmurs it into her hair. 

She nods, feeling her cunt squeeze around him, a tell that she was fully adjusted and ready. She lifts her head from its perch and looks down at him; seeing a combined look of mesmerization and sheepishness. She leans in to kiss him; soft, slow and sensual. 

Drew mimics the delicacy of her pecks, holding her chin between the grasp of his forefinger and thumb, getting lost in her kisses. It’s her that initiates the first move as she wiggled her hips and lifted herself off of him until his cock was halfway spilled out of her cunt. And when it’s just the tip and a few inches of him teasing her, she reclaims her perch on top of him — lowering herself until he’s caught at her hilt again. 

“Fuck,” He murmurs, feeling his body reverberate at the stimulation. 

She whimpers, nudging her pelvis against his as she feels the base of his cock brush against her sensitive clit. 

“Tiana,” He chokes on a groan barely keeping himself contained.

She moves slowly and deliberately, wanting to feel every inch of him everywhere until her whole body’s trembling with pleasure. She breathes ruggedly, her eyes holding the smothering weight of his stare as she looks down at him watching him unravel helplessly underneath her. Her cunt gapes and stretches around the shape of his cock; pulling and suctioning him back in until he’s buried at the hilt.

“Sweetheart, you, fuck, you feel so good," He’s a blubbering mess again, his fingers are shaky as they held tightly on her gyrating body while she pistons full body rolls.

It’s a catch and release of him stretching her until he’s caught at her hilt and left with no choice but to withdraw. She relishes in the tremors of his body as he writhed beneath her; how he reverberates whenever she tugs in response, clenching wantonly around him. His breathing labors, dropping a few octaves as he murmurs low expletives under his breath.

Her clenching cunt pulls him back in every time he slips out of her; it’s perfect the way they move in tandem, both reciprocating the emphasized movements of their hips, fucking each other into oblivion until their minds are delirious from the clouded pleasure.

He rolls his hips up into her, repeatedly brushing against her g-spot that makes her croon and nearly melt right there in his arms.

She looks beautiful with her skin sheened in perspiration, tits sitting high on her chest with her nipples erected, light stretch marks decorated on her hips, pussy glistening and swollen from his intrusion. Her eyes are glossy as tears of pleasure lined in her pupils, her mouth’s parted ajar, throat clicks as choked up sobs and breathy mewls falls off of her kiss swollen lips. 

She furrows her eyebrows, catching her trembling bottom lip between the grip of her teeth as she cants her hips, chafing her pelvis against his as she chased her orgasm. 

“Like that, baby, just like that.” Drew purrs encouragingly. His hands round to her ass, shoving her further down onto his cock to where she nearly feels him curled inside of her belly. She clenches wantonly around him; the lewd and noisy sounds of their sweaty skin intermingling ricochets throughout the room.

His fingernails are carving indention marks into the skin on her thighs, but that caring, along with anything else except for the delicious stroke of Drew’s cock penetrating her in languorous thrusts is absentmindedly disregarded from her mind.

“Baby,” Drew shudders, his movements are becoming more lethargic in their attempts, indicating that his release was approaching.

She knows that he’s prolonging his own orgasm’s release so that she’s fully satiated first; he persevered through the edging, heeding his virility as he fucks her to her release. “Come on, come on,” He urges, desperate and shaking in need.

She arches her back; changing the angle a bit so that she feels every penetration of Drew fucking into her deep in her bones. She alternates between bouncing and rolling her hips, desperate to feel him cum inside of her.

On a low, keening whine, her spine tingles, the onset of an orgasm that feels almost too big for her body to contain.

And Drew’s just as needy too, because when he feels the pressure of his balls tightening, he groans gutturally against her throat before sliding a hand in between her thighs. His thumb fondles her clitoris lip, lifting it up just enough so that he’s able to press his thumb against her clit. She moans loudly, tossing her head back as she feels the overstimulating pleasure spread through her.

That’s all it takes before she’s cuming messily, her chest heaves as she feels her body succumb to her orgasm. She continues to fuck herself against him, hearing the timbre of his breathing lower as a tightness tugged in his balls again and his cock lurched inside of her. 

“I love you,” She whispers against his lips, hearing his soft whimper of retort. 

“I love you too,” He murmurs, choking on a groan as he feels the warmth of his cum leaking from his body as it spills inside of her.

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*Want to start from the beginning? Chapter 1

Chapter 5: Tension

Rafe nods silently toward the brownish-grey rust bucket parked outside the club—Sofia’s old hand-me-down car. The color dulled further under the heavy clouds gathering overhead, hinting at a summer shower.

Kiara leans down, peering through the car window, but quickly pulls back. “Nothing of note inside,” she confirms, falling in step behind Sarah.

The club is quieter than usual, with only a few tables occupied. Servers move efficiently, serving lunch on polished platters, while bartenders quickly craft midday drinks. Sofia, however, is nowhere to be seen—not at her usual perch at the outside bar or anywhere within view.

“Hello,” the manager at the hostess stand greets them with a polite smile. Four? Inside or outside?” He grabs a stack of menus.

“We’re not here for lunch,” John B cuts in. “We’re looking for Sofia.”

The man’s smile falters as he drops the menus back onto the stand. “So am I.”

“She’s not here?” Sarah perks up, concern lacing her tone.

“Nope. And she’s been late almost every shift for the past week and a half,” the man replies with a sigh. “If you find her, let me know—she’s on thin ice as it is.”

Rafe’s arms crossed tightly over his chest. “Her car’s out front.”

The manager pauses, raising a brow. “Really? Maybe… she slipped in when I wasn’t looking. Let me check the back.” He strides off without waiting for a reply, heading around the side of the building.

The group waits in silence, their unease growing with each passing moment. When the manager finally returns, he’s shaking his head.

“Sorry, folks. No sign of her.”

“Huh,” Sarah murmurs, hands on her hips.

John B nods politely. “Thanks anyway.” He turns toward the parking lot, the others following closely behind.

“Maybe she left her car here last night and got a ride home,” Sarah suggests as they walk. “She could still be at her house.”

“Unlikely,” Kiara scoffs. “Sofia doesn’t seem like the type to leave her car lying around.”

“She’s not,” Rafe mutters, kicking a stray pebble across the lot, frustration simmering beneath the surface.

John B glances back at them. “We could swing by her house to check.”

“Pope and Cleo are closer to The Cut,” Sarah points out. “Text them and see if they can stop by. Rafe, you know her address, right?”

He nods wordlessly, his jaw tightening.

John B pulls out his phone, sending a quick text as they pile into the van. Rafe stares out the window, his unease deepening. Kiara’s right—Sofia isn’t the type to leave her car abandoned without a reason.

His foot taps against the floor absentmindedly as a gnawing sense of dread settles in his gut.

…..

A few minutes later, as they drive toward the Pogues’ hideout, John B’s phone starts to sound. He quickly connects it to the van’s speaker.

Pope’s hurried voice crackles through. “Hey. Dalia was here with some of her men just a few minutes ago. They shoved Sofia into a white van and took off—fast.”

“What?” Sarah exclaims, glancing at John B before twisting in her seat to glance at Rafe and Kiara.

“You’re sure it was her?” Rafe asks, leaning forward as if being closer to the phone would make a difference. His heart beats just a little faster now.

“Pretty sure,” Pope replies. “Same girl we’ve seen you with for the past year and a half. Short. Dark curly hair.”

“Shit,” Rafe mutters under his breath.

“What did it look like?” John B asks.

“Not voluntary, if that’s what you’re asking,” Pope answers grimly.

Cleo’s voice cuts in, sharp and annoyed. “What does ‘shoved into a van’ not convey to you, JB?”

“Fine,” John B concedes. “But now what?”

“They were at her house. Maybe they took something,” Kiara suggests.

“Can you check?” John B asks.

There’s a pause before Pope replies. “You want me to break into a house in broad daylight? Yeah, great idea. I’m sure no one would call the cops.”

“There’s a spare key,” Rafe interjects. “Under the potted lilies on the back porch.”

Sarah shoots him a questioning glance, but he shrugs it off. “Her mom kept one there in case Sofia lost her keys.” He mutters under his breath, “though she never would.”

A few long moments of silence pass, and a little shuffling comes through the speaker before Pope’s voice returns. “We’re in.”

“Anything out of place?” John B asks.

“Not really,” Cleo calls from farther away. “Looks like maybe she packed a bag, but—wait.”

Pope interrupts his voice closer now. “There’s a note.”

He reads it aloud:

Rafe shakes his head, his irritation mounting. “She didn’t write that. Why would they make her write that?”

“There’s something else,” Cleo says after a pause. “A crumpled-up letter in the trash.”

“What does it say?” Rafe prods.

Cleo’s voice returns:

Cleo finishes, ”Signed Hollis.”

“That’s it?” John B asks, sounding disappointed.

“Yeah,” Cleo confirms. “Except the back mentions box 15845 and the six locations, but we already knew about that.”

“So Hollis really left the security boxes to Sofia,” Kiara muses. “Why her?”

“She’s from the Cut,” Pope offers. “Hollis must've wanted to keep whatever’s in those boxes with someone like her.”

Sarah sighs, leaning her head back against the seat. “How the hell are we supposed to find them now?”

Rafe doesn’t answer. Instead, he pulls out his phone, scrolling quickly to Sofia’s contact—still labeled "Traitor" from his earlier anger. Tapping her info, he breathes a sigh of relief when her location appears on the map.

“They’re heading north on 64,” he announces.

“North 64?” John B repeats. “What’s out there?”

“The private airport,” Pope answers.

“Of course,” John B mutters, slamming his foot on the break and making a sharp U-turn.

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Thanks to John B’s lead foot, they arrive at the small private airport in twenty minutes—less than the usual time it would take. But their path is blocked by a high chain-link fence and a gated parking lot. Rafe checks his phone, Sofia’s location dot hovering almost directly over theirs. She’s still here.

“We’re never going to get in,” Kiara mutters, frustration clear in her voice.

They don’t need to. From their vantage point, they spot Groff and his mercenaries boarding a private jet, Sofia being pushed along with them.

“There!” Rafe exclaims, starting toward the fence. “Sofia!”

“Are you insane?” Sarah hisses, grabbing his arm and pulling him back. “You’re going to give us away!”

“They’ll see us if we’re not careful,” John B warns. “We need a plan.”

But Rafe’s eyes remain fixed on the jet as its engines roar to life. Sofia disappears inside, and the doors close behind her. They all stare at the plane, awaiting takeoff in defeat, but something dawns on him.

Rafe whips out his phone, pacing along the fence with restless energy.

“What are you doing?” Sarah asks, her tone sharp with suspicion.

He doesn’t answer immediately, his fingers flying over the screen.

He waits—the clock on his phone ticks to 1:05 PM. And still, he waits. His gaze drifts back up to the jet taxiing for takeoff, the tail just visible as it moves further down the runway.

Sarah watches him quietly, her expression unreadable. John B and Kiara stand nearby, their attention fixed on the retreating jet. Tension rolls off them in waves.

His phone buzzes in his hand, pulling his attention back. The ghost of a smile tugs at his lips, barely there but enough to shift the weight in his chest.

Rafe turns the screen toward his companions, his voice steady but laced with urgency. “We know where they’re going.”

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Next part: Coming soon

Also extra: I thought the differences between what I would imagine Sofia and Rafes phones kinda explains them in little ways

[angelasmooore]

heyy i just wanted to ask if you were planning on continuing your rafe + sofia story on ao3? i really enjoyed it and i would love to know what happened after the cliffhanger!

thanks! I wrote that under the impression that no one would actually read it because of how small the fandom is but I’m glad you enjoyed. I probably won’t write any more chapters though! sorry lol.

[angelasmooore]

this is so cute and in character lol

inside sofia’s messages!

[angelasmooore]

PLS I NEED STALKER/RAFE X SOFIA

where she’s his favorite thing to watch.

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pairing: rafe cameron x sofia

tags: stalker!rafe, voyeurism, masturbation, one sided jealousy, delusional!rafe, mutual masturbation, sex toys, obsessive behavior, obsessive!rafe, sexual attraction, filth.

notes: i’ve never done a request this dark but i decided to test my abilities and see what i could come up with (!) obviously this is just fiction but in no way am i glorifying stalking…with that being said, enjoy! 😉

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He sits on his couch waiting.

His fingers tapped against his thigh, his leg bounced in an erratic undulation as his eyes lowered to his watch to gauge at the time. An exasperated sigh falls off of his lips when he notices that she’s late by nearly an hour and a half. Standing to his feet, Rafe rubbed a hand over his clenched jaw as he wondered what or who was the reason for her delayed return home. 

He could feel his impatience wearing thin — his desperation was becoming more visceral with each passing minute. His attention alerts when he finally sees the reflection of light transcend throughout her living room. Rafe returns to his respective perch, feeling himself become exhilarated at the thought of seeing her again. 

And when she walks through the front door moments later, Rafe swears he feels his breath catching in the back of his throat. She always looks effortlessly beautiful, but tonight she looks absolutely gorgeous — wearing a thin strapped black dress that perfectly sheathed her lithe physique, her hair styled in a neat coiffure and her face primped with makeup.

Rafe revels in her beauty only briefly as he came to the abrupt realization that she wasn’t wearing her work attire or casual clothing like usual; but instead was styled in something that she would wear for a date. 

His teeth gnashes at this realization.

The idea of sharing her with someone else, or someone being able to kiss and touch her in all of the ways that he couldn’t left Rafe feeling covetous. His infatuation quickly developed into an obsession that has heightened throughout the past six months.

It started off with him observing her seldomly, as he was reluctant in conceding to his unhealthy habit. He was aware that it wrong and illegal, watching someone like this without their consent but the more he attempted to persist against his compulsion, the more he became fixated on her until he could no longer resist against it. It’s been months of him memorizing her work schedule, knowing when she leaves for/comes back from the gym and familiarizing himself with the faces of anyone that’s ever visited her.

Through the months of his spectating, he doesn’t remember her ever bringing a guy home — which he now realizes was probably a good thing because he doesn’t know how he would react if he had to actually witness someone else touching his girl, the simple thought of it already had him feeling envious.

But he sobers at another realization.

Her date had to be bad seeing as though she didn’t bring anyone back home to commemorate the night with. He revels in this small victory, feeling himself swell with a haughty pride. Rafe follows her movements as she retreats from the living room down the hallway to her bedroom. 

He adjusts his blinds, leaving them open to where he can still maintain a view of her, but closed just enough so that she couldn’t see him watching her. He then makes his perch on the edge of his bed. 

When she walks into her bedroom, she leans against the doorway to slip her heels off of her feet. She saunters over to her window and panic briefly shrouds through Rafe as he wondered if she’d spotted him. But she makes no indication that she did, not even looking over at his window or giving him a second’s glance as she reaches for the tilt wand on her blinds and twists until they’re partially closed. 

(Luckily for Rafe, this doesn’t obstruct his view of her.)

Her hands then reach up to her shoulders, sliding the straps of the dress down until she’s clad in nothing but a pair of black underwear. Rafe’s breath hitches again as his arousal heightens at the sight of her tits; at how they perch highly on her chest with her pink nipples taut and protruding.

This is the part that he loves the most — where he gets to indulge in his sexual gratification by watching her undress for bed. 

It’s almost like she puts on a show for him with how she chooses to sleep either fully nude or with only a bra and underwear covering herself most nights.

He wondered if she was aware of him watching her, would she be repulsed by him or would she find some kind of gratification in it? He’s always contemplated on approaching her in person, but there was something about her not knowing who he was or what he looked like that made it much more exhilarating for Rafe. 

His cock curls against his thigh, swelling in its girth against the fabric of his underwear. Rivulets of precum skeets from his flushed head; dampening and staining his briefs, leaving a sticky residue of white fluid in its wake. Rafe breathes softly through his parted lips and flared nostrils as he reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging them over his hips. 

His cock slaps wetly against his stomach as he releases himself. He’s painstakingly hard and throbbing, his cock’s begging for him to satiate his libido. Rafe reaches his hand down to palm himself. He releases a prolonged moan; his eyes flutter softly as his body shivers at the sensitivity of his touch. He licks his lips, blinking his eyes open again to avert his attention back on her. 

She’s sprawled out across her bed with her phone in her hands and her fingers deftly moving across the screen. Rafe’s hand undulates as he uses his precum to lubricate his cock; slicking it completely until he’s glistening with his arousal. 

He firms the grip of his fingers, adjusting his hold before he jerks his hand in a slow fluctuating motion. Rafe shudders, murmuring a low, “Fuck!” as he rolled his hips in tandem with his movements. He allows his mind to wander on her; imagining that it was her hands that were jerking him off instead of his own. 

He mewls, feeling his breathing quicken at the rapid stimulation. 

Averting his attention back on her, he sees her toss her phone aside with an absentminded disregard looking seemingly frustrated. Rafe’s mind doesn’t even have time to wonder the reason behind her abrupt shift in demeanor, because before he knows it she’s thumbing her underwear over her hips and down her thighs. 

He watches with a piqued curiosity as she reaches over towards her nightstand and tugs open the top drawer; retrieving what looked like to be a pink vibrator. “Oh, fuck,” Rafe moans, the realization that he was about to witness her pleasuring herself immediately dawns upon him and has his cock lurching against his hand in avidity. 

She leans back against the mattress again, moving around until she’s laid comfortably in position. She bends her knees, firmly resting the heels of her feet against the mattress as she clefts her legs open. Rafe chokes on another moan, the visuals of how wet she probably is tortures his imagination, causing him to jerk himself off again, moving from base to tip in one fluid motion. 

She moves the vibrator between her legs, aligning it at the center of her wanton cunt. Rafe watches as she arches her back and nudges her hips forward until the head slipped in slowly. She accommodates to its length, stretching herself around it. 

Rafe whimpers, hastening the movements of his hand as he watched her slide the tip of the vibrator against her clit. She spreads her legs wider, giving him a better view from this angle as she adds a finger to the stimulation. He tugs harder at his cock, moving in tandem with her as she slides the vibrator further against her arousal slicked cunt. 

She had a bad date and she has to get herself off? Rafe doesn’t know who the guy is, but he was a fucking idiot for ruining his chance with someone like her. If it were him, she’d never have to make herself cum like this — he would supply her with as many orgasms as he could pull out of her, fucking her so good that the idea of having to substitute his cock with anything else would bewilder her.

But he’s also admittedly glad that the date was bad because he’s the one gets to watch her this. 

He plays into the idealistic fantasy that she’s doing this for him. She has to be; it’s the reason why she never fully closes her blinds even while doing one of the most intimate things a person can do. Maybe she gets off on his voyeurism. Is that why she was laid in front of him fingering herself and teasing her cunt with a vibrator so openly like this when she knows that her bedroom is directly athwart from his? Did she know he was watching and was pathetically jerking himself off at the sight of her? Does she enjoy the attention that he feeds her?

He can tell how sensitive she is just from the way she writhes against the bed and how she has to prevent herself from arching too far off; not wanting to interfere with her impending orgasm. She thrusts her hips into the vibrations, finding the right spot that has her back bowing despite her efforts. “That’s it, baby.” He encourages from afar watching his perfect girl fuck herself so good for him.

She momentarily pulls the vibrator away, bringing it back in slow and light ministrations across her clit to prolong the sensations without overstimulating herself.

Rafe’s mind wanders as he envisions himself in the room with her — with his cock replacing her vibrator and giving her the evidential orgasm that she was desperately seeking. He imagines how good she probably smells when she’s on the precipice of an orgasm, at the pretty little noises that she makes while she’s getting fucked unrelentingly until she’s boneless and spent.  

He tugs with vigor, the wet sounds of his cock slapping against his palm ricochets throughout his bedroom. He teases his tip with his thumb, dragging it down in one tantalizing motion. His hands fondle his balls, squeezing, as he continued to jerk himself off. He looks pleadingly at her; blinking through the fogginess of his vision, inwardly begging for her release as he was desperate to cum the same time that she did.

“Come on, baby, cum for me.” He says, licking his lips as he hastens his movements.

She slides her fingers inside of her cunt again; out slowly, then faster, dragging and curling them against the sensitive flesh. When she hits the spot against her front walls, her body spams — her head tips back and her hips chase the friction. Her hand falls limply to her side and she withdraws the vibrator when she finally cums. 

Rafe bites on his lower lip, feeling his balls tightening and sweat gathering at his hairline as he gives his cock a few haste tugs before he’s following behind her, cuming with a profound intensity. His throat clicks as he groans, his cock lurches as he squirts white fluids all over his stomach and thighs. Rafe looks over at her again, watching as she remained laid out on top of her bed, still lulling from her orgasm.

When she’s recovered, she stands shakily to her feet and retreats to the bathroom. Rafe uses that as an opportunity to clean himself up too, discarding his stained pair of briefs for a clean pair that he tugs over his hips and thoroughly washing his hands. 

They walk back into their respective bedrooms at the same time. She tucks her vibrator back in the drawer before climbing into bed. Rafe follows suit, turning off the light before slipping beneath the covers. She grabs her phone and sends one last text message before she eventually leans over and clicks off her lamp light.

“Good night, Sofia.” Rafe murmurs, before he’s turning his head and sinking into the comfort of his bed. 

[angelasmooore]

was it just me who wanted to see some Sofia x pogues friendship?? I feel like they would be good friends especially pope, jj, Sarah, and cleo

[angelasmooore]

yay! new rafia writers and more stories to read!!!

Chapter 2: Kildare

Sofia can’t help but feel utterly empty—down to the literal bone. She’d much rather be at home in her bed, curled up in her favorite robe, watching something sappy and sad. Something like Marley & Me or Toy Story 3. At least then, she’d have an excuse for her tears, able to blame them on the screen instead of her own broken heart.

But life doesn’t stop, and Sofia has work. She has to pick up her abuela’s medication at the local pharmacy, and as her mother reminded her, she has to “keep living her life.” To her dismay, her mom is right. She has cried so much over the past week that she’s sure her body has run out of extra water to even produce more tears.

That’s how she finds herself standing at the pharmacy counter, waiting for the lethargic and unenthusiastic pharmacy student to hand her the bag. She checks her watch, realizing she’s already running late after spending too long in the shower. No doubt her boss will call soon to demand her whereabouts. It’s bad enough she quit two weeks ago, only to come crawling back less than a week later after moving most of her things out of Rafe’s house.

Rafe’s house.

No longer theirs. No longer part hers. Just Rafe’s house, filled with Rafe’s things.

The student finally meanders back with a grimace, handing over the medication. Sofia forces a polite smile and a soft “thank you,” but he brushes her off and moves to assist the man behind her.

Turning slowly, she prays she can make it to work unscathed. She hoped.

As she rounds the end of one aisle, she stops short. A Cameron. Sarah, to be exact, standing with her friend, inspecting prenatal vitamins. Kie—that’s what Sofia remembers Rafe calling the taller one. Panic rises in her chest. She wishes she had been quick enough to duck into another aisle, but Sarah and Kie clearly weren’t expecting anyone to approach them either.

“Sofia?” Sarah’s voice is cautious, tinged with surprise. Her friend glances at Sofia critically.

Sofia recalls meeting Sarah in passing a handful of times. Twice at the club over the years. She’d always been kind, but Sofia never knew if it was genuine or just Sarah’s polite nature, or if it was because she knew about the relationship Sofia shared—had shared—with her brother.

“Sarah.” Sofia musters a weak smile, taking a few tentative steps closer. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah,” Sarah smiles back. “You saved me from that horrid guy who hit on me at the club once. Can’t thank you enough for that.”

“It was nothing,” Sofia replies.

Sarah fidgets, clearly searching for a way to fill the silence. Her eyes light up suddenly as she gestures for her friend. “This is Rafe’s—um…” She trails off awkwardly, her face betraying her regret.

“Was,” Sofia chokes out before Sarah can finish.

Sarah grimaces but tries to recover. “Sofia works at the club,” she clarifies quickly. Then, gesturing to her friend, “This is Kiara.”

“Nice to meet you officially,” Kiara says, though her tone is guarded.

“Likewise,” Sofia replies.

If she were a betting woman, Sofia would guess Kiara looks sad too. Her eyes are rimmed red—almost permanently so, much like Sofia’s own. Whatever’s weighing on her, Sofia feels for her.

“Well,” Sofia swallows, “I have to get to work, so…” She smiles faintly, trailing off.

Sarah and Kiara nod in understanding. “It was good to see you,” Sarah says warmly. “You look great.”

Sofia knows the compliment comes from a kind place, but it only deepens her hopelessness. Her eyes are still watery, her nose red from sniffing, and the bags under her eyes are so deep she’d be worried about anyone else in her position. Still, she smiles through the pain, nodding a goodbye and heading into the muggy North Carolina summer.

Her shift doesn’t go any better—especially when she runs straight into her ex-fiancé.

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Rafe wants to forget. To drink his sorrows away. Maybe get high. He’ll hit up Barry later, see if there’s a fresh stash waiting for him.

It’s been a hell of a few days back. The house feels empty and cold, even in the suffocating August heat. Sofia’s conditioner still sits in the back of the shower, its scent haunting him when he least expects it. The pillows still carry traces of her, and the memory grips him like a vice.

When the sadness creeps in, anger isn’t far behind. The betrayal festers, bubbling under the surface. At one point, he’s got half a mind to chuck the earrings he found on the dresser, their gleam taunting him. But just as he’s about to hurl them into oblivion, something stops him. Instead, he places them gently back in their spot.

It takes him three or four days to finally bring himself to read the letter she left behind; his name scrawled across the front in her neat handwriting. The night he and Sarah returned to Kildare with the Pogues, he sat at the kitchen island, staring at the envelope for over an hour. His finger absentmindedly traced the edge of the whiskey glass he nursed, his thoughts a whirlwind of resentment and longing.

The second day, he picked it up, held it for a few minutes, and then tossed it onto the counter. He left the house and spent the night at Barry’s, drowning his frustration in a haze of liquor and smoke.

On the third day, he managed to slide the letter out of its envelope. But the moment he unfolded it and saw her handwriting again—his name followed by the words I’m sorry—he couldn’t do it. He crumpled the letter in his fist and dropped it back onto the island.

It wasn’t until the fourth morning, armed with coffee and a dose of liquid courage, that he leaned against the island as the first rays of sunlight spilled into the kitchen and finally read it.

His eyes were rimmed red the rest of the day, and he lied to his sister when she called him to the Pouges hideaway to plan their next move for the security deposit boxes. He told her he was getting high beforehand with Barry. He thinks she believed him or at least tried to.

They’re planning to head to Charleston the next morning to see what they can dig up. But first, he has to endure this stupid meeting at the club. Of all places, Topper just had to choose here. Rafe’s convinced Ruthie diabolically suggested it, knowing full well who they might run into.

And, sure enough, it wasn’t hard for him to spot her earlier this week. That pale blue skirt and white polo. She’d been at the bar, wiping smudges off wine glasses, her dark hair pinned up in a clip. The nape of her neck was exposed. He hadn’t allowed himself to look any longer. Escaping her notice had seemed like the better option.

Now, he keeps his head down, zeroed in on getting himself to the table nearest to the beach where Topper and Ruthie are waiting.

“Let’s get out of here,” he snaps as soon as Topper notices him.

“Hey, man—”

“Your bill is paid. Let’s go.” Rafe slaps a hand against Topper’s shoulder.

Ruthie raises an eyebrow. “What’s got you so worked up?” If Rafe isn’t mistaken, there’s a glint of amusement in her eyes.

That’s when he sees Sofia again. She’s stopped mid-step, staring at him with wide eyes, her lips parting like she’s about to say something.

Rafe doesn’t care to hear it.

“Get your shit, and let’s go,” he barks at Topper, not sparing Sofia another glance.

He storms out of the club, leaving the heartbreak standing behind him.

[angelasmooore]

AHHH ITS SO GOOD. i was waiting for this one!!

sofia valdez is not amused by rafe cameron; not when she’s heard enough stories from her friends to know that he’s dangerous. what starts off as disdain towards him, in solidarity with her friends, slowly turns into her falling for the boy she promised to stay away from.

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pairing: rafe cameron x sofia

tags: enemies to lovers, pining, drinking, mentions of drugs.

notes: after what feels like an eternity i’ve finally updated this story lol. i revamped this chapter so much but i think i’m happy with how it turned out! this one is super long, so be aware!

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“Country Club!” Rafe smirks in amusement when he hears the familiar proclamation of Barry’s sing-songy greeting.

He wades his way through the crowd of people, feeling Nicole vehemently lug on his hand as she followed in tow behind him. He peers at her over his shoulder, seeing the upturned furrow of her nose as she clutched her purse securely against her chest. Rafe shakes his head, rolling his eyes at her pompous attitude.

“Rafe, are you sure it’s safe over here?” She whispers, releasing his hand so that she’s able to anchor herself against his arm instead.

When Barry invited him to his party, Rafe had every intention of attending the party alone, but as soon as Nicole learned that he was going out tonight she was adamant on accompanying him even when he told her that the party’s location was behind held on the other side of the island in The Cut. He was reluctant on bringing her, but she promised to keep thoughts and behavior in tact.

“Relax. Nothing’s gonna happen to you,”

Nicole seemed unconvinced at his attempted reassurance, pursing her lips in a deeper frown when a group of guys greeted Rafe in passing. “Ugh! How do you even know these people?” And when she sees Barry suddenly approaching them, she nearly cowers behind Rafe as she tightened her grip.

“Rafe Cameron!” Barry proffered his hand out to greet him in a dapped embrace. Rafe retracts himself from around Nicole’s vice grip so that he’s able to return the gesture. “Took you long enough, the party already started without you!”

Rafe chuckles, casually wandering his eyes around at the partygoers. Everyone here was either inebriated or on the precipice of it. Unlike the parties on figure eight that were lavish and were often thrown at mansions and had hundreds of occupants in attendance; this one was more lowkey which Rafe favored.

He liked that he had separated worlds with separate friends.

Sometimes, it was admittedly easier being around Barry than his other friends. Though years of friendship bonded them as more as brothers than friends, Rafe can admit that he’s found himself preferring Barry’s company as of late as opposed to Topper and Kelce’s. He knows that at least with Barry, he’ll get a night free of pogue-bashing and will actually get to enjoy himself rather than listen to another one of Topper’s drunken spiels.

“You and your lady friend go grab a cup and catch up! You can’t be the only sober motherfuckers here,” Barry insisted; clasping a hand on Rafe’s back before he’s sauntering away to talk to a group of his friends. Knowing that a few cups of beer would definitely be needed with a night with Nicole especially with how she’s acting, Rafe retreated to the keg.

“You want some?” He offers as he pulled the lever down and filled his cup with the frothy liquid until it’s pooled at the rim. She shakes her head in decline, tucking her arms across her chest as she looked around warily at her surroundings. “No one’s going to steal anything from you, Nicole. You’ve gotta lighten up.”

“You don’t know that!”

Rafe rolls his eyes, already past the point of exasperation at her prudish behavior. He’s looking around the party again, absentminded in the gesture, when he sees her. He feels his breath catch in his throat at the sight of her and he averts his eyes over to Nicole, desperately hoping that she hadn’t noticed his unabashed gawking.

He hasn’t seen her since the beach incident. He’d stopped by the club a few times to see if she would be there so he could apologize on behalf of his friends again. But she was either adamantly avoiding him or hadn’t returned to work recently, because every time he asked one of her coworkers for her whereabouts they’d say that she wasn’t there that day.

(And now that he thinks about it — they probably told him that because they were cautious of him; probably thinking he was stalking her or something. Upon this realization, he feels his cheeks pinken and warm in chagrin.)

He hides his blush behind his cup, taking another sip of his beer. His eyes never avert away from her even as she approached Barry. It shouldn’t come as a surprise to him that they know each other but it does. Barry’s a good friend, but he was a bit rough hewn which was completely antithetical of Sofia’s quiet and more reserved personality.

But then Rafe remembered that she’s also friends with JJ Maybank who’s just as intrepid (probably more so) than Barry, so his initial surprise is dissuaded almost immediately. However, unlike JJ, there’s a certain familiarity that he notices between Sofia and Barry that has his curiosity piqued.

When she approaches him, Barry’s mouth stretched in a mirthful smile while hers mimicked a shy one. When he pulls her in for a hug, Rafe notices how long the embrace lasts and how Barry’s hand rests on the small of her back; comfortable in its perch. He turns his head and whispers something into her ear and whatever he says must be hilarious because he could hear Sofia’s laughter ricochet all the way through the kitchen to where he stood.

And it only takes a moment for the realization that they were flirting to dawn upon him. He feels a tightening pulling in his jaw and the skin between his eyebrows furrowed deeply as he narrowed his gaze. It was ridiculous for him to be harboring these feelings of jealousy over someone that wasn’t his (or didn’t even like him) but he couldn’t help the feeling of envy that arose the longer he stared at them.

His mind began to concoct torturous thoughts that did absolutely nothing to subside his jealousy — wondering how they met, why Barry didn’t tell him about her and why his hand hasn’t moved away from her back yet.

“I uh, I have to go talk to Barry about something. I’ll be right back,”

Nicole’s eyes widen in bewilderment as she gives him a perplexed look. “You’re leaving me here alone?” She asks incredulously, almost offended at the prospect.

Rafe sighs, rubbing a hand over his forehead in contemplation. He didn’t want to walk over there with Nicole especially after everything that happened at the beach, but he knows he’ll never hear the end of her nagging if he left her side for even the slightest second.

“Okay, fine. But just don’t say anything when we get over there. Alright?” He didn’t want her taunting Sofia about Ruthie’s rude behavior.

“Okay, jeez.” She murmurs, rolling her eyes as she huffed a petulant pout before trailing behind him in tow. Rafe squeezes his way through the crowd of people, beelining his way over to where Barry and Sofia stood.

They’re still deeply engaged in their conversation; too distracted — with him still leaned down talking in her ear and her eyes crinkling in mirth as her heartfelt laughter filled throughout the room — to notice Rafe’s sudden approach. He substitutes his glower in exchange for a genial smile as he clasped a hand over Barry’s shoulder.

Both Barry and Sofia are retracted from their conversation at Rafe’s sudden interjection. He blinks a look of surprise, but greets Rafe with the same amicability as before, unmoored by the interruption. “Wassup?” His hand abandons it perch on Sofia’s back but he still remains in close proximity of her to where he’s nearly shielding her from his view.

And Rafe wonders if it was intentional.

His eyes wander over Barry’s shoulder, peering down at Sofia. He’s surprised to see that she was already looking at him too with raised brows and an indiscernible expression marring her features. “I uh—” Shit. Rafe paused, inwardly muttering a chastising curse when he realized that he hadn’t fully thought of something to say on his way over here.

He was just so focused on interrupting their moment of intimacy that he didn’t think of a excuse for his interruption. Luckily, it’s Nicole who’s breaking the barrier of the awkward silence as she directed her question to Barry, “Where’s the bathroom?”

Barry looked questioningly over at Rafe before nudging his chin outwardly. “It’s through there. First door on the right,” Nicole murmurs a halfhearted thanks to him, before disappearing down the hallway.

When she’s gone, Barry shakes his head and emanates an amused chuckle. He shakes a finger at Rafe, proclaiming, “You’re my dog, so I can get a pass when I say this, but you’ve gotta get better taste in women. That dick of yours is gonna get you in trouble one of these days,” Barry’s attention averts at the sound of someone beckoning him from across the room. He alerts, narrowing his gaze on the person as recognition settles in.

He turns back to Sofia, “I gotta go handle somethin’ real quick. You cool standin’ here with Rafe til I come back?”

She looks at him warily, but nods at Barry. “I’ll be okay.” And Rafe doesn’t know if he should be offended at the insinuation that she wouldn’t be safe around him. It seemed as if the rumors about him and his past history of violence had caused her to be apprehensive of being alone with him.

After Barry’s left to tend to one of his customers, Rafe averts his attention back on Sofia who stood there hugging her arms around herself as she avoided his gaze. “I uh, I know that I said it before but I really am sorry about what happened,” Her eyes slowly meet his gaze; staring at him with profound intensity like she’s assessing him to determine if there’s any sincerity behind his apology.

After a moment, she shrugs, lowering her eyes as she looked away from him again. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Rafe nods, feeling grateful that he was at least absolved from that. “So, uh, how do you know Barry?” He attempted to appear causal in his inquiry, hoping that she didn’t decipher his ulterior motive behind the question.

She gives him a guarded look, “How do you know him?” She redirects, seemingly avoiding answering the question. “He doesn’t really seem like someone you’d be friends with,”

Rafe shrugged, “Maybe you don’t know me like you think you do,”

Their conversation is interrupted as two guys, stumbling in their inebriated stupor, make their way over to where they’re standing. One of the guys inadvertently loses his footing and nearly collides directly into Sofia. But she manages to evade out of his pathway, gasping softly when she collides against Rafe’s chest instead. He reacts almost instinctively, resting a hand on her waist to steady her.

“Shit. Are you okay?” Sofia nods, her eyes briefly hold his gaze as he stared down at her in concern. Her hand’s pressed against his chest, anchoring herself in place. And he hopes that she doesn’t feel how his heartbeat quickens at her touch — at how much just being in her proximity was affecting him.

At the realization of how close they were standing to each other, Sofia immediately recoils from the embrace as she takes a few steps away from him accruing to the space between them again. He doesn’t even have the opportunity to dwell over his disappointment because Nicole’s suddenly announcing her return. “This party is so lame. Why don’t we go to Topper’s at least he has a pool and coke,”

“Jesus, Nicole!” Rafe reproaches, grabbing ahold of her hand as he tugs her offside, keeping them sequestered from any eavesdropping. “If you didn’t want to be here you didn’t have to come. You’ve been complaining since we got here!”

She gives him a pointed look as she tugs her hand free from his grasp so that she’s able to perch them akimbo instead. “Excuse me for wanting to spend time with my boyfriend but you’ve done nothing but ignore me the entire night—”

Rafe careens, bewildered. “Boyfriend?” He wasn’t exactly certain how she came to this very false assumption about their relationship and the extremities of it; especially when he informed her beforehand that it would be strictly for both of their sexual gratifications and nothing more. But it seemed as if she concocted some idea about this being more than what he intended for it to be.

She furrowed a narrowed look like she’s unsure why he’s the one that confused. She nods, watching as Rafe suspired wryly, running a hand over his face. “Look, we hang out and we have sex but we aren’t dating. I told you what this was before we even started sleeping together.”

He’s trying to assuage his rejection as nicely as he can, cautious to not inadvertently say the wrong thing so that she doesn’t get offended and cause a scene but it appears as if his efforts are futile because he can see her expression altering at his words.

She scoffs in disbelief, shaking her head. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

“You’re a nice girl and you’re fun to hang out with,” When you aren’t being possessive and needy for my attention. “But—”

“Nice and fun to hang out with?!” She reiterates, chuckling in incredulous disbelief at his apparent trivialization. “We’ve been seeing each other for months! So you’re telling me that it was all meaningless sex to you is that it?” He wants to say yes, because she deserves the truth especially after this misconstrued situation but he knows that her reaction would be anything but civil if he were to do so.

So he doesn’t verbally respond, only rubs a hand over his neck as he lowered his eyes away from her unflinched gaze.

“Wow. You’re a fucking asshole.” He parts his mouth to offer a sheepish apology, but her hands are shoving at his chest as she continued her verbal onslaught towards him.

The commotion of everything caught the other partygoers attention. Their gazes thwart from their own conversations onto them, their interests piqued at the sudden entertainment. “You know what? Lose my number and don’t ever call me again!” She says, brushing past him with a nudge of her shoulder.

…

When he turns back around, Sofia’s looking at him with an amused expression lilting across her face. “Wow,” Rafe sighs, wiping off a bit of drink that inadvertently spilled onto his pants in the midst of Nicole’s collision. “Barry’s right, you do have interesting taste in women.”

He gives her a pointed look, admittedly annoyed at the fact that she keeps using Barry’s name in such a familiar context. “Wow, for a second there it almost sounds like you actually care about me and my interests,”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” She avers, tucking her arms against her chest.

He sighs in defeat realizing that the brief moment that they shared earlier where she didn’t seem to despise his presence was merely fleeting and that her disdain for him had made an abrupt return. He didn’t understand her. She wouldn’t even give him the opportunity of salvaging his reputation that his sister tarnished.

He’s gotten accustomed to being the island’s social pariah — he’s heard all of the gossiping whispers and seen the judgmental stares, but none of that compared to withdrawn feeling of rejection that he carries knowing how she feels about him.

“Yo, Sof!” Barry’s voice pierces through the silence that lingered between them. He saunters over to where they’re standing, lugging his arm around Sofia’s shoulder again. “You want some?” He asks, outwardly proffering his cup of beer towards her in a questioning gesture.

Sofia shakes her head, declining his offer as she gently pushed the cup away. “I have to work tomorrow, I can’t show up babysitting a hangover.”

Barry laughs boisterously as he brings his cup up to his parted lips and takes a large swig of the drink. “I forgot how much of a lightweight you are,” He teases, much to her flushing chagrin as she rolls her eyes and playfully nudged at his shoulder.

Having grown tired of being an evidential third wheel to their playful banter, Rafe announces his leave.

“What? Nah. Bro, you just got here!” Barry accents, removing his arm from around Sofia so that he’s able to approach Rafe. “Look, there’s a whole party full of other women to help you get over…ah,” He snaps his fingers as he squeezes his eyes shut, trying (and failing) to remember Nicole’s name.

“Nicole,”

“Nicole!” Barry exclaims, nodding his head as he clasped a hand on Rafe’s shoulder. “Go mingle and find someone else to help you forget about that stuck up bitch.”

He couldn’t tell him that the one person that he wanted to give his time and attention to, couldn’t care less about him. Rafe was jealous of Barry’s fortunate luck of being with someone like Sofia but he also felt guilt ridden for having these traitorous feelings. Barry was a good friend who’s seen and helped him get through some of the most darkest times in his life. What kind of friend was he to repay that kind of support by crushing on his girlfriend in return?

Barry was right about one thing though; he did need to forget about Nicole (and Sofia) and what better way to do that than self indulge in liquor and women to help distract him from his troubling thoughts?

…

When Barry invited her to his party, the last person she expected to see in attendance was kook king Rafe Cameron. Another thing she was completely unaware of? The fact that he and Barry were friends. Sofia’s brain couldn’t comprehend the reality of it even as she watched them interact. Barry despised kooks and everything they stood for and Rafe was the island’s biggest kook — with a father like Ward Cameron and them living in one of the biggest houses on the island to prove it.

It’s about twelve thirty when she decides to call it in for the night. She looks around the room, searching for Barry so she could bid her farewells before she left but he’d disappeared with a group of friends fifteen minutes ago and hadn’t returned since. She didn’t have time to go around to search for him, so she decided to send him a goodbye text instead.

As she’s walking from the front porch to the driveway, she could see Rafe slouched out in one of the chairs on the lawn. His eyes are glossy and as she approached closer to him, she could smell the strong stench of beer wafting off of him.

“Are you okay?” He looked visibly drunk — his head’s lolling to the side, barely able to remain upright and his expression’s languid.

He blinks, guffawing softly at her apropos. “I’m fine. But it’s not like you actually care anyway, right?” He rebuttals, a bit defensive in his response.

Sofia tucks her phone into her back pocket as she sighs, ignoring his abrasive tone. “Are you waiting on someone to pick you up? Or do you need a ride?” Her eyes lowered to his feet where she could see his car keys in the grass next to an empty red solo cup. “I can take you,” She offered, immediately intervening just in case he was thinking about driving himself home.

Rafe shakes his head, waving a dismissive hand at her. “I told you that I’m fine.”

She reaches forward and snatches his keys, tucking them inside her front pocket. “You’re drunk.” She says, perching her hands akimbo as she stared down at him.

“I’m not an idiot, Sofia,” He beseeches, fixing his blurry gaze on her. “Contrary to what you think about me I’m not stupid enough to drink and drive.”

While it relieves her to hear him reassure her of this, it still doesn’t dissuade the discomfort of leaving him alone in this drunken state. “Okay, good. But I’m still keeping your keys so since you don’t have a way home, I’ll take you.”

“I don’t need—I can walk by myself, you know.” He mutters, though contradicting himself a moment later when he inadvertently stumbles when he stands to his feet and has to rest a hand on her forearm to anchor himself.

Sofia wraps an arm around his waist, holding onto him securely as she schlepped him towards her car. The height difference between the two of them along his loss of cognition has Rafe leaning most of his body weight on her, to where she’s pressed up against his chest. He barred his arm around her shoulder, sluggish in his gait as she lead them forward.

Opening the passenger’s door, Rafe slides his arm off of her and murmurs a soft thanks as he brushes past her to climb inside. Her car is much smaller than he is so he has to maneuver around a bit to get comfortable, but despite his efforts his knees still end up being pressed against the dashboard.

“Here, put your address in.” She says, extending her phone outwardly towards him once she’s perched in the driver’s seat.

She turns the keys over as the ignition spurs on. She secures her seatbelt in place, setting the car in reverse as she pulls out of the driveway and descends down the street.

“Do you need water or anything?” She offers, peering over at him as he leaned his head against her window while his hand rubbed at his throbbing temples.

“Careful there Sofia, you’re starting to sound like you actually care about my well-being,” He remarks sarcastically, shifting his position in the seat with a soft grunt as he spreads his legs wider for room.

“You’re in my car. I don’t want you to throw up or pass out or anything,”

Rafe rolls his eyes, scoffing. “I’m fine. I know how to handle my liquor,” He murmurs, fluttering his eyes close as he mindlessly tapped his fingers against his thigh.

Sofia ends the conversation there, leaning forward to turn on the radio to drown out the car’s silence. She thinks he’s fallen asleep and that she’d have a peaceful drive for the rest of the way, but it’s not even five minutes later that he’s blinking his eyes open and turning his head to look at her.

“What?” She questions, suddenly feeling her face flush at the way he’s watching her. She averts her attention away from the road and peers over at him with a raised brow.

“Why do you hate me? I know you’re friends with my sister and she’s said some shit about me but that’s how she feels and it’s understandable. But why do you hate me?”

Sofia looks back at the road, biting on her lip as she tightened her grip around the wheel. She didn’t feel like this was the most appropriate time to talk about this especially while he was drunk, but if he wanted a truthful answer then she wouldn’t hesitate to give him one.

“I don’t hate you, Rafe. I don’t trust you. I might not know you like the rest of them do, but I know my friends and I know that the way they and other people on the island talk about you isn’t for no reason.”

His jaw clenched as he looks away, staring vacantly out of the window. “If you don’t trust me then you shouldn’t have given me a ride home. I don’t want to ruin your reputation by having you be seen with me,” He laments through offense that’s underlined with sarcasm.

“I told you, I couldn’t leave you sitting there.”

Rafe shakes his head at her rebuttal, falling silent for the remainder of the car ride as he kept his attention thwarted on the windows and scenery that they passed by.

When the gps announces their arrival and they pull into the driveway of his mansion, Rafe unlatches his seatbelt and mutters another halfhearted thanks before he’s making his haste exit. She unclicks her seatbelt, just to accompany him to the house to make sure he doesn’t accidentally keel over but he rejects her offer, assuring her that he’d make it inside unscathed. “Are you sure? Because you could barely walk by yourself the first time.”

“I’m good.” He asserts, giving her an indescribable look as he closes the door before walking off. Even with his reassurance, she remains sitting there waiting until he’s entered inside of the house before finally driving off.

…

“Dude, it is a Christmas movie!”

“No, it’s a movie set around Christmas time,” Pope rebuttals.

They all lounged around listening to Pope and John B’s debate on the validity of Die Hard’s categorization for the past ten minutes with Pope regarding the technicalities of why it wasn’t and John B arguing against it. Sofia was listening halfheartedly, laughing every so often at JJ’s interfering commentary though she mostly kept her attention on the strokes of her pencil as she drew in her sketchbook.

“There’s a distinct difference between the two. Christmas isn’t central to the movie’s plot; the heist is.” Pope accents, earning collective groans from both John B and JJ. “If it were more focused on that then maybe—”

“Well, if you’re using that argument that’s like saying Home Alone isn’t a Christmas movie either then,” Sarah ripostes, leaning against John B’s chest as he instinctively wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“What? No, that’s two different—” Pope’s rebuff falls halfheartedly off of his lips, forgotten in the void. At his abrupt silence, Sofia looks up from her sketchbook to see what was the cause of everyone’s sudden alert attention. Looking around, she gauges her friends’ reaction, seeing all of them wearing the same narrowed and defensive expressions.

“What the hell are you doin’ here?” She hears JJ inquire as he clambered to his feet, maneuvering his way out of Kiara’s embrace.

Turning around in her chair, Sofia’s surprised to see that it’s Rafe standing there. He looks undaunted by JJ’s combative tone and disregards the wayward looks that the rest of the pogues give him. Instead, his eyes focus on Sofia as he looks down at her.

“I need my car keys,”

JJ’s face furrows in a confused expression. “What the fuck are you talking about, Cameron?”

Rafe rolls his eyes, “Nothing that you need to worry about. I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to Sofia,”

JJ scoffs, moving from where he stood so that he was now standing in front of Sofia, blocking her from Rafe’s view. “Last time I remember you two talking, one of your friends threw a drink on her. So, nah, there isn’t about to be anymore talking going on between the two of you again.”

Sofia closed her sketchbook and stood to her feet, resting a hand on JJ’s arm. “It’s fine, JJ.” She attempts to placate, wanting to intervene before the situation had the opportunity to turn hostile. But both Rafe and JJ’s combative personalities made it challenging to assuage.

Rafe chuckles wryly, “You actually think that I’d hurt her?”

“Oh, please!” JJ scoffs, “Don’t act like you haven’t done anythin’ like it before you fuckin’ psycho!”

“J,” Kiara laments, reaching a hand out for his as she gave Rafe a wary look. “Look, just get what you need to get from her and leave all of us alone. Don’t come by here again.” She avers, gently tugging at JJ’s hand so that he’s seated next to her again instead of posted defensively in front of Sofia.

Sofia looks over at Rafe, gesturing a hand towards her car. “They’re in my purse,”

His jaw clenches as he nods, his footsteps recede as he follows Sofia from the house’s porch out to the front yard where her car was parked. She tugs the driver’s door open and grabs her purse, scouring around inside until she finds his keys that she’d kept tucked in there.

She extends the keys towards Rafe, biting on her bottom lip as she lowered her eyes. She doesn’t know why, but she suddenly felt sorry for the way her friends bombarded him like that. It was confusing; because she knows her friends were only protecting her from him (which greatly she appreciated) but there was still a part of her couldn’t help but feel guilt ridden at their verbal attack on him.

“Thanks again,” He turns away, beginning to walk back over towards the truck where she could see Topper in the driver’s seat drumming his fingers in a staccato against the wheel as he waited for him.

“Hey, Rafe?” Rafe pauses mid-gait at the sound of her beckon. He turns around, looking at her with a raised a brow. Sofia falters, swallowing down the concern and apology she was about to extend to him for JJ’s behavior. She shakes her head, waving a dismissive hand. “Nothing,” She laments, watching as the furrow deepened in his expression. She feels herself flushing underneath his unflinched scrutiny and has to hurriedly turn away from him and walk away to avoid his smothering gaze.

“What was that all about?” Sarah asks once Sofia returns to her seated position on the chair.

“Nothing,” She shrugs, “He just got really drunk the other day at a party so I gave him a ride home. But I forgot to give him his keys back.”

“Shit. He didn’t try or say anything did he?” Kiara questions, her face reflects that same worn look of concern that Sarah has upon learning that Sofia had been alone with Rafe. She shakes her reassuringly, easing their worries.

Their playful bickering resumes once they’ve all calmed down after Rafe’s departure. Sofia picks up her sketching pencil, attempting to continue her drawing.

But she found her mind wandering waywardly about something else —

about someone else.

Shit.

[angelasmooore]

read it the first time you published this and i’m still gagged 😩 this is so hot and good

“𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆.”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

He looks beautiful.

Beautiful and completely debauched.

His skin’s flushed; sweat gathers at his hairline and slicks down his body, messily intermingling with the milky fluid that spurts from the tip of his cock. His eyes are glossy and lidded, crossing in awe at the gratification that tugs in his abdomen every time her fingers tighten their grip around him. His chest heaved — expanding and contracting rapidly, like he had just ran a marathon, although with his stamina and agility, she doubted he would be this spent after even that.

She’s sat on his thighs, the slickness of her arousal pools beneath her in her perch. Her quim clenches wantonly at the sight of him like this, so disheveled and wrecked just from her touch — at the dexterity of her fingers and how they grip his cock, jerking him off in a steady rhythm, slowly, torturously and maddening.

Her fingers brushed against the sensitive underside of his flushed head, her pinky finger catching on the edge. She was gentle in all her ministrations, nothing more than a light touch, just the barest of sensations, but he’s still trembling helplessly beneath her with his mouth slacking open as a pleading whimper falls off of his lips. “That feel good?” She murmurs coquettishly, indulging in the way his body reacts so instinctively to her touch. 

Her hand undulates from base to tip, feeling the girth of him of swell until he’s fully stout. Rafe nods, mewling as he strains his hips further into her hands.

She dragged her hand down his stomach, reveling in the way his muscles quivered, and joined it with her other at his dick. Using both hands to jerk him off a few times, she brought it down even farther, past his balls and up, her first two fingers held up beneath them, at the base of his cock, while the rest of her hand cradled them in her palm.

Sofia turns her head to kiss his cheek where his face was pressed into her shoulder. He was burning, his warm breaths coming out in labored puffs against her collarbone.

“Sof,” He whimpers, shivering as she pressed her fingers to that spot she knew drove him crazy, lightly at first, and then harder when she felt his cock lurch in her hand. “Please,” He begged, desperate in his pleads. 

Usually, foreplay wasn’t exactly her thing, she preferred to get things over with in as efficient a manner as possible, but she had to admit; teasing Rafe, listening to his noises getting more desperate and loud, watching him writhe helplessly beneath her as his hips avidly spurred, feeling desperate for her to touch him anywhere was really doing something for her. Earlier, she asked him not to touch her and so far, he had been very obedient in her request albeit she could tell that his subservience was withering the more she edged him towards his orgasm.

“You close, baby? Hablame cariño.” She knows that he is; she’s been with him long enough to decipher all of his sexual tells — how his balls tighten beneath her palm, how his face contorts at the pleasure that licks up his spine, how his breathing hastens and hips cant with more vigor — but she wanted to hear him say it.

She loved how vocal and unabashed Rafe is during sex. He never hesitates to exclaim his gratification; between breathy whimpers and murmuring expletives, he’s always crooning his pleasure especially when she switches in her Spanish dialect and whispers soft praises or flirtatious compliments in his ears, that’s when any restraint that he has suddenly dissipates and he’s cuming mercilessly seconds later. 

Rafe nods vigorously, groaning softly against her shoulder. “I’m close, so fucking close.”

“O-Okay,” Her voice trembles, her own repose withers when she brushes a hand against his neck and tugs his head up to meet her gaze.  

She melts underneath his stare — he’s always looked at her with awe and adulation but it seems like it’s more profound tonight and it nearly has her wanting to forfeit in her role of domination and make love to him in the slow, sensual way with him holding her like they usually do. 

She harrumphs softly, maintaining her composure. “Lay back,” She avers and Rafe’s haste to comply, lowering himself from where he was leaned against the headboard to now lying supine with his back against the mattress. Sofia remains steady in her perch even in his maneuver. Her hand firms its grip on his cock as she scoots herself further up on his thighs until she’s seated directly on top of his lap. 

She looks down at him, feeling her heart swoon and cunt throb achingly. She reaches over towards the nightstand and retrieved the bandana to use for bondage. “Remember no touching, okay? I can touch you, but you can’t touch me. You think you can handle that?” She secures a tight hold around his wrist, tying the ends of the bandana in a double knot around the handles of the headboard.

She gives it a tug to test its stability.

The knotted fabric bites into his skin where she’s tied them too tight, but she knows that later he’ll admire the imprints they’ll leave, stinging and red.

He looks bewildered at this prospect, but swallows down his trepidation as he gives her a small nod. “Yeah,” He concurs, licking his lips as he watched her.  

Sofia arches her hips as she straddles him in her perch, adjusting herself so that she’s hovering above him to where his cock’s teasing at her entrance. She levels him at center of her quim and grinds against him so that her slicked lips are chafing against the bareness of cock.

“Fuck, Sof,” He murmurs, feeling her cunt lapping repeatedly over his cock as she thrusts against him. He moans softly, already feeling delirious and he wasn’t even inside of her yet. He shivers beneath her, biting down roughly on his lower lip as he thwarted his gaze to watch the laps of their pelvises and how they wetly thrust against each other, marveling at the lewd sight. 

She could see the furrow of frustration deepening in his brow as he resisted the urge to touch her. With him still in her hand, she rubbed the head of him against her swollen clitoris, through her labia, against her entrance, then slid against it from tip to base. Sofia draws out a loud moan, her head falls back as the friction coils and pulls in her lower abdomen. 

“You feel so good, baby,” She whimpers, blinking through the bleariness of her vision as she gauges a look down at him. 

“Need to—am I allowed kiss you?” He begs, desperate in his plead. She had purposefully relented in kissing him all night; though this seemed more of mutual torture than anything, because she found herself aching to feel his mouth brushing against hers. She nods, succumbing to his ask as she leaned her body forward to meet his mouth.

He’s greedy as he seeks out her lips; moaning loudly the moment their lips brush. His tongue slips between the crease of her mouth, parting her lips wider through the ravenous chase.

They’re still kissing, even as she curves her hips in her slouched over position and maneuvers around enough to where she’s able to lurch her hips forward and catch him at the entrance of her cunt. Her wetness suctions him; it’s a tightened pull that shrouds around her as the tip of his cock clefts her.

She chokes back a sob, feeling the responsive flutter that her cunt gives at the welcoming intrusion. It’s a delicious stretch of him breaching her inch by inch, penetrating through the collective wetness of their arousal, teasing against the sensitivity of her clit until he’s prodded against her hilt. She buries her face in his neck, feeling the reverberation of his body against hers as he trembled.

It never ceases to amaze her how his body reacts so viscerally to her touch, how it seemed as if their bodies were designed specifically for each other’s by the way she fit so snuggly around him.

She allots them both a moment to adjust to the accommodative conjoin of their pelvises before she sits fully upright again. Sofia clenches her thighs together, tightening herself around him until she’s completely barred. She pulsates in a quiver, eliciting two loud moans from the both of them.

“Sof,”

She mimicked the movement again this time following up behind an emphasized roll of her pelvis brushing against his. The thrust is deliberately slow, to where it’s nearly torturous. And it feels so good that it even catches her by surprise as a gasp catches in her throat and her eyes water.

She swallows thickly as she set her hands on his chest, anchoring herself. Sofia lifts her hips, rising off of his lap until his tip’s nearly slipping out of her and then reclaims him as she lowered herself back down until he’s bottoming her out again. He’s thick and perfectly endowed in girth as he penetrates her. It’s a perfect tandem of them meeting each other thrust-for-thrust, emphasizing the rotation of their hips as Rafe breathes ruggedly through his flared nostrils. 

She thrusts her arched hips forward again, this time inducing enough momentum to where the headboard knocks against the wall and the bedsprings creak beneath their weight.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Estás siendo un buen chico,” She praises, nodding her head as she alternated between bouncing on his cock and undulating the movements her hips. Rafe whimpered again, reciprocating her thrusts with his own fervency. Even with the constraint of his hands the pleasure doesn’t relent as he rolls his hips against hers, repeatedly brushing against her g-spot. 

She admires the sight of her cunt; fluttering, stretched and gaping around the shape of cock. She keens out a low sob as he thrusts inside of her, the sound barely audible over the sudden rush of blood in her ears.

“Wanna touch you so bad, Sof,” He murmurs, through needy desperation. 

(One that she empathized with all too well; mourning the touch of Rafe’s hands squeezing her tits and ass and the deliciousness of him fingering her swollen clit until she cums. But she persevered against the desperation and continued the salacious grinding of her hips.)

“I know,” She accents, leaning forward to brush another kiss against his mouth to lessen the torture. Sofia whimpers, feeling the sensitivity of her erect nipples brushing against his muscled chest. “But you’re being so good for me, cariño,” Her lips travelled down the column of his throat, kissing every crevasse of skin she could reach.

“Yeah?” She feels him swell inside of her at her murmured praises. He’s so needy for it; her little fawner.  

She nods, dragging her teeth along his collarbone, biting it, firmly but not hard enough to hurt, if the moan he let out was anything to go by. She continued her downward path after licking and soothing any angry red mark she made. Her mouth abandons the heed on his neck and she leaned up and kissed his cheek, chin, and eyelids before she kissed him deeply, open-mouthed, cutting off his unevened gasps.

She retracts wetly from the kiss, a string of saliva pulls from their mouths. 

Her cunt throbs around him; the muscles in her thighs burn as she feels the pressure of her arousal sheathing throughout her body.

“Sof,” Rafe’s decimated breathing and soft mewls reveal the closeness of his own orgasm. He tugs his wrists against the bandana, huffing softly at the restraint. He looks petulant as he pouted, his kiss-swollen lips were jutted out in the most adorable frown. She drags herself up his thighs, teasing her clit over the ridges of his cock — watching as his face slacked in pleasure.

Her thrusts begin to shift from languid to fervent in her ministrations at the heightening stimulation.

She whines as her cunt clenches and sucks at cock, hungry and desperate to be filled full of his cum. It’s a few moments of her hips stuttering and jerking against the relentless thrust of his cock, before her vision blurs and she feels the wetness of her arousal coating him messily. And it’s the sight of her perfect, tight cunt — lips swollen and flushed and shining and dripping with her arousal that has Rafe delirious.

“Can I-fuck, baby,” His fragmented sentences are barely coherent through his impending delirium. “Can I cum, please?”

Part of her wants to prolong it; just so that she can indulge further in those pretty little sounds that he’s making and feel him relinquish control as he writhed beneath her but she nods her permission, rewarding him for being so docile even against his frustrations. 

“Mhm, cum for me sweetheart.” Her eyes roll to the back of her head as another orgasm escapes from her; another slick, squelching flood of arousal from her cunt as she cries out and tears well up and flow freely down her cheeks.

Rafe groans, shuddering through his release as he stuffs her full of his cum; warmth and wetness messily mixes with hers until they’re seated in the sticky filth of their body fluids. She continues to fuck herself against him through the aftershocks, trembling as she wraps a hand around his neck and pulls him in for a messy kiss. 

She’s swollen and sensitive; barely lulled from the two consecutive orgasms that had just spilled out of her, already feeling a third approaching in the same haste. Rafe’s body flushes crimson all over, he’s shaking, tugging against his restraints as he undulated his hips off of the mattress, milking the last remnants of his orgasm.

The mattress creaks in complaint beneath them; the lamp that was perched on their bedside nightstand falls to the floor from the exertion and she could hear him wheezing through his parted lips. She rolls her hips, slicked in sweat and cum, moaning loudly as her throat bares.

“So good, baby.” She presses one hand against the wall, bracing herself while the other holds onto the base of Rafe’s cock as she rides him to both of their completions. “Cum again for me. Fill my pussy full of your cum. I wanna feel it inside of me,” 

Rafe’s body arches forward, nearly levitating from his sprawl as he whimpers. He blinks through the fogginess of his vision, feeling his toes curl and abdomen tighten as she draws out another orgasm from him. Sofia slumps forward, falling helplessly on top of Rafe as she feels the light tremors of her cunt lulling from the pleasure. 

She turns her head, pecking a kiss against his chest after they’ve both recovered. “You handled that better than I thought you would,” It was pleasantly surprising, especially knowing that his love language is physical touch and how he was always seeking her out to satiate his starvation, that he’d been so docile of her request. “Was it okay?”

He huffs a small chuckle, his breath hot against her skin as he nods. “It was fucking hot, Sof. I mean, it was torture not being able to touch you, but—”

“But you’d be up for it again?” She asks, her interest piqued as she sits up and gauges a questioning look at him.

The thought of it has her cunt throbbing in excitement again — at her experimenting with cuffs, ropes and gags to bondage him the next time. 

“Fuck, yes.” He accents, tugging gently at the fabric that chafed around his wrist. “Now, untie me so I can touch you again.”

She giggles, loosening the knots around his wrists until the bandana falls haphazardly from her hands. Rafe barres an arm around her waist, pulling her body towards his as he kisses her feverishly, nipping at the softness of her lips. His hands alternate their attention — rounding her back so that he’s squeezing her ass, palming her tits, and cupping her face, touch her everywhere that he was previously bereft of doing so. 


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PREGNANT RAFIA?! I NEED THIS SO BADDDD

Can you write Rafe and Sofia having sex on Christmas? Like she decides to surprise him with one last present but instead it’s her in red lingerie that makes her look like she’s a Christmas present and she asks him to unwrap her?

“𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖.”

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It’s almost eleven o’clock when they finally return home from her parents’ Christmas party. A frigid breeze brushing through the oversized trench coat that she’s wearing, sends a shiver down her spine and has her scooting closer towards Rafe, seeking out his body’s warmth as she patiently waited for him to open the door.

He inserts the key inside of the keyhole and twists it until the doorknob loosens and it clicks open.

Sofia sighs softly in relief when she walks inside and is immediately shrouded in a comforting warmth. She sets her purse aside as Rafe approached her from behind, wrapping his arm around her waist. She smiles, settling comfortably in his embrace as she leaned her head against his chest and splayed her hand over his. 

“Did you have fun tonight?”

Rafe’s neck declined as he leaned down to her leveled height. He brushed his lips over her neck and shoulder, kissing softly at the exposed skin as he nodded his head. “Mhm. It took nearly two and a half years but I think your dad has finally started to warm up to me,”

Sofia chuckles softly, reminiscing on a few hours ago where she spotted her father and Rafe seated together on the couch watching a football game. She and her mother were in the kitchen finishing up the last minute preparations for dinner when they both heard a loud clamor that was accompanied by sports verbiage that fell ignorant to Sofia’s ears.

When she peeked her head around the corner to make sure there wasn’t anything wrong, she was surprised to see the two of them exclaiming their disbelief at whatever call the referee just made. And when her father stood to his feet to grab another beer from the kitchen, both Rafe and Sofia were surprised when he offered to bring Rafe one back too.

Usually, her father preferred to keep any conversations and interactions between him and Rafe as minimal as possible. He didn’t fully trust Rafe, given who his father was and wasn’t too keen on Sofia dating (and then becoming engaged to—) him but he always tolerated him as much as necessary for Sofia’s sake. She wasn’t exactly sure what the reason was for her father’s sudden shift in behavior towards him, but she was glad that he’d taken an initiative in trying to get along with Rafe a little better especially now that he was about to become apart of their family.

“I don’t know what you did, but it looks like you’ve actually managed to charm him into liking you.” 

This time it’s Rafe who chuckles as his hands abandon their perch on her waist so that he’s able to shrug her coat off of her shoulders. “I told you, this face can charm anybody, baby,” He jests, much to Sofia’s amusement as she playfully rolls her eyes.

He kisses her, leaning over her shoulder to capture her lips over his while his hands still shrugged the coat off of her body. She shivers, feeling the coldness of his fingers against the contrast of her warm skin when he brushes them over her stomach as the coat slides off of her shoulders, falling absentmindedly to the floor.

“Your fingers are freezing,” She admonishes, but only halfhearted in her complaint as she continues indulging in the way his fingers moved against her. They maneuvered underneath her shirt and the underwire of her bra, where he cups her breast in his hand and teasingly grazed his thumb over the sensitive flesh of her nipple. 

His breath is hot against her skin as he huffs airily, “Wanna warm them up for me then?” He coquettishly suggests, nipping at her neck again while his other hand deftly popped open the button on her jeans and tugged at the zipper.

His left hand slides beneath the waistband of her underwear as her pants loosen around her hips. He nudged his nose against hers, swallowing every mewl that she keens breathily into his mouth. He kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue into her mouth — relishing at the desperation of her trying to catch his tongue between her lips.

Her skin prickles with goosebumps from the coldness of his fingers and at the anticipation of pleasure that’s to come. The palm of his hand glides down until he’s caught at the center of her cunt; he brushes through the coils of hair, already feeling the wetness of her arousal drenching his fingers as he spreads her open.

Sofia bites on her lower lip, falling mercilessly against his chest as he gently stroked her.

He teases her labia first, running his forefinger and middle finger in oscillating circles around her clitoris as he gathered her slickness. He penetrates his fingers deeper, flexing them in a curl as he sought out her g-spot — feeling the tightness of her cunt convulsing wantonly around his fingers. “Are they warm enough now?” He murmurs, adding to the stimulation as he squeezes at her tender breast. 

Sofia lets out a choked up sob, nodding her head as she ground her hips against his palm.

Rafe slowly withdraws his fingers all the way out, sliding them up across her clit. Then, he’s working himself inside of her again — pressing upward with his fingers and nudging a bit deeper in his penetration. And it’s so overwhelming that Sofia has to curl her hand around his wrist to anchor herself for leverage. “R-Rafe!”

He thumbs at her nipple again, feeling it go taut from his touch. She whimpers, reaching her hand back to grab at his head as she deepens the kiss. It’s filthy, with both of their teeth clashing and salvia passing messily back and forth between their mouths, and from this angle he’s mostly kissing the bottom of her lip and chin but he doesn’t deter away from embrace. 

It’s a work of tandem; one hand fondled her tits while the other continued its onslaught on her quim, fingering her until he feels the his fingers swell around her. She emanates a high whine; arching her back as she feels her orgasm shroud her. The tension in her muscles alleviate as she succumbs to her orgasm, her fingers loosen from his wrist and her chest heaves as she lulls from the exertion. 

She turns around in his arms, greedily seeking out his mouth for another kiss. Their hands work in a frenzied tandem as they began to discard his clothing. Rafe lifts his arms above his head as Sofia hurriedly tugs off the knitted sweater that he was wearing, leaving him shirtless.

They kiss again as they maneuver their way towards the sofa, inadvertently knocking over the pile of books that were on the coffee table and a lamp her mother gifted them for Christmas last year.

Rafe squeezes her ass through her jeans, dragging her body on top of his as he eased himself down atop of the soft cushions. “Wait,” She murmurs, licking her kiss-swollen lips after wetly prying her mouth from his. “I have a surprise for you,” Rafe blinks, taken aback by the proclamation but raises his eyebrows in sudden amusement. 

“Yeah?”

She nods, pecking his lips. “Light up the fireplace, lay a blanket down on the floor and lose the rest of your clothes.” She averred in between kisses, watching as Rafe alerted at her seductive domination. 

“Fuck,” He whimpered, nodding his head. “O-Okay,”

“I’ll be right back.” Sofia says, giving him one last parting kiss before she’s clambering shakily to her feet. She’d gotten so distracted that she nearly forgot about the Christmas present that she had planned on surprising him with when they returned home from her parents. 

She usually doesn’t prefer lingerie, but when she was out shopping for Christmas gifts and saw this little three piece set in the display window when she passed by the Victoria’s Secret store she knew that she had to buy it.

Walking into their bedroom, she goes into their walk-in closet and rummages through the back where she kept the bag hidden from Rafe’s view. She removes the remainder of her clothing, shimming her pants and underwear off of her hips and unlatched the hooked strap of her bra as it falls off of her shoulders. 


…



“Are you ready?” She asks from the top of the stairs, biting back a smile when she peered over the banister and saw him laid out nakedly on top of the blanket with his arms tucked behind his head. He almost looked like something out of one of those ancient paintings, laid there naked and handsome with a fire lit behind him — casting a soft halo across his chiseled and taut features. 

Rafe nods, resting himself up on his elbows as he looked towards the stairs. “Naked and ready,” He concurred, listening to her approaching footsteps as she descended down the stairway.

She feels a warm blush color her cheeks as she watched Rafe’s eyes widen at the sight of her.

Standing athwart from him; Sofia was clad in an open cup underwire 3-piece peek-a-boo bra set that included panties with an open gusset & back and had adjustable shoulder & garter straps. The red narrow galloon lace and elastic material perfectly accentuated her breast and lithe curves. 

“Do you like it?” She asks, still blushing as she stood beneath Rafe’s smothering gaze. His eyes had yet to waver away from her body as he sat there mesmerized at the sight of her.

“Do I like it?” He huffs incredulously, shaking his head as he reaches a hand outwardly towards her and grabbed at her wrist. “Are you kidding me? Sof, you look so fucking hot words can’t even begin to describe exactly how I’m feeling right now,” 

She smiles, biting on her lower lip as she allowed Rafe to tug her down onto his lap. Her arms seek purchase around his shoulders as she straddles him. She scoots herself further on his lip, feeling his half-stout cock brushing against her ass. “I’m glad you like your present. Now you get to unwrap me and play with me,” She murmurs, barely getting the remainder of her sentence out before Rafe’s sliding his mouth over hers again.

He’s needy with his kisses, slacking his jaw wider as he chased after her lips. Sofia’s reciprocating the vigor of emotions that he’s pouring into them — mewling softly in mouth as she arches her body further into his touch. Rafe’s hands tug down the straps of her underwire bra first, pulling it down until her breasts spill out of the barrier.

He holds a secure grip around her waist before he switches their positions to where she’s now sprawled out on top of the blanket. He imprints a kiss against her chest before diverting his attention. He laps his tongue around her left nipple while his hand fondled with the right. Her eyelashes flutter softly in content as her hands brushed against his neck holding him against her. 

He mouths at her skin again, kissing down her abdomen until he makes his way to the waistband of her panties. Rafe averts his lidded eyes up at her, watching her with a smothering heed as he lowered his mouth to her cunt. Sofia whimpers, exhaling a sigh of pleasure when she feels the warmth of his mouth licking her through the thin fabric.

It’s good, but it’s nowhere near enough. 

And she wants to vocalize this complaint, but she knew she couldn’t interrupt him while he was enjoying unwrapping his present. (Even if he was choosing to do so at such a tortuous pace.) So, she purses her lips and instead indulged in the way he mouthed at her clothed cunt.

She feels his fingers unlatching the straps of the garter, loosening them from around her thighs. He tugs at her panties; her hips arch off of the floor to aide him as he pulled them over her waist and down her thighs until she’s left completely nude.

“I swear you get more beautiful every time I look at you,” He compliments, meeting her mouth in another slow kiss.

He adjusts his position as he lowered himself halfway on top of her. He huddles a hand beneath her thigh, suavely hefting her leg over his hip as he pulled her body down a bit so that their pelvises are aligned. Reaching in between their bodies, Rafe grabs ahold of his cock.

He breathes ruggedly through his nostrils and looked down at her as he slowly began to stretch her open.

All it takes is one stroke until he’s caught at her entrance. She’s so wet that it makes it an easy intrusion. A trembling breath catches in both of their throats at the friction, her hands round his shoulders again, anchoring herself as Rafe leveled his hips and filled her full of his cock. It’s perfect how she accommodates to his girth and how her cunt swallows down every inch of his cock without resistance.

Rafe’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the lewd sight of their intermingling fluids slicking his cock. He nudges himself further, rolling his pelvis against hers until he’s finally curled against her hilt. “Fuck,” He grunts, his skin already slick and flushed as sweat gathered along his hairline. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, his breath is hot against her skin as he exhaled labored breaths. 

“Baby,” Sofia croons, feeling her quim flutter around him. He bids them both a moment’s adjustment before he angles his hips as he withdraws from inside her until he’s nearly slipping out entirely. Then, in one oscillating motion, he’s fucking himself back into her warmth feeling the welcoming tug of her cunt fluttering around him.

The sweet smell of their sex fills the air.

Their sweaty skin grinding against each other’s ricocheted throughout the room.

The heat from the fireplace and the heat from their bodies burned between them like a furnace. Sofia’s hands brushed at his neck again, an open invite for him to lean down to kiss her again. She sighs, full of him and full of content as the blanket rustled beneath her while they made love.

Her hands slide down the curve of his back, feeling the dip of his muscles beneath her fingertips. Rafe rolls his hips, deepening his strokes as he lingered against her.

“Jesus, Sof,” He groans, guttural and throaty at the clench of her cunt that entraps his cock.

He feels dizzy off of her, like this, and the way her body instinctively reacts to his. She feels fucking perfect; so wet and tight with her cunt throbbing and clenching around his cock like he’s made solely for the reason of being inside of her. She’s close; he can tell by the way her breathing quickens and how her fingers twist around the blankets. And he’s thankful for it because with the way his balls are tightening, he knows his orgasm is on the precipice too.

Rafe slides his hand underneath her ass, pulling her closer until he’s practically pressing all of his weight onto her. He fucks himself into her slow and steady, hitting her g-spot in precision. His mouth rests by the shell of her ear, he grunts and groans, nearly a blubbering mess as he expresses a litany of “I love you,” repeatedly and in accordance to the heft of his thrusts. 

It doesn’t take much longer until she falls apart completely the moment he presses his thumb against her swollen clit. She’s shivering, her mouth hanging agape, hands still clutching at his shoulders when she finally cums. Rafe fucks her through it, riding her through aftershocks of her orgasm as he milks her dry.  And feels so good that Sofia actually begins to cry. There’s a tug in her lower abdomen, her toes curl and fingers decorate his back with territorial markings as he plummeted inside of her. He’s unrelenting in his thrusts — extracting and filling her back up with this irreplaceable pleasure that has her back bowing every time he rolls his hips up to hers.

His face is contorted and his eyebrows furrow in concentration. He lifts her right leg over his shoulder, shifting his hips lower and fucking her with more vigor. His vision blurs as his thrusts become more languid. “Can I?” He pleads, feeling relief sheath through him as Sofia nods her permission. 

Rafe kisses her as he succumbs to his own orgasm, coming hotly inside of her. He slumps over, lying against her breasts as he hauls down from his arousal. 

He’s still laid out on top of her when they’ve both recovered, one hand’s running down his sweaty back while the other brushed against his neck. Rafe chuckled softly as he shook his head, “I don’t know what I did to deserve that, but that was the second best gift I’ve ever gotten.” He pulls out when his cock softens, groaning softly as he lays out on the blanket beside her. 

“Second best?”

Rafe smirks as he reaches down and grabs ahold of her hand, kissing her knuckles. “Being with you will always be the first,” 

She smiles, shaking her head as she craned her neck upward for a kiss. “There’s that Rafe Cameron charm again,” She murmurs in a tease, feeling the curve of his lips tug in a mirthful smile against her mouth.

“It’s how I got you,” He remarks, coquettishly, handling a grip on her waist as he tugged her body closer towards his again. “Was that just a one time present or can I request you wearing that again for my birthday?” 

Sofia pulls away from the kiss, licking her lips as she shrugged. “I don’t think I’ll be able to fit in it for me to wear for you on your birthday,” She says, watching as a confused look furrowed his face. 

“What do you mean?”

Sofia gave him an apprehensive look. “Well, I have another surprise for you…” She grabs ahold of Rafe’s hand and lowers it on her stomach. She chews on her lower lip, feeling her heartbeat quicken as she laid there waiting for his reaction.

Rafe blinked rapidly, alternating his eyes between her face and her stomach before the realization finally dawned upon him. His eyes widen, “You’re…?” 

Sofia nods, exhaling a trembling breath as she feels the back of her eyes burn with tears. “I am.” She concurs, “Remember when I kept throwing up and we thought that it was just food poisoning or a stomach bug? Well, I went to the doctor and he decided to run a pregnancy test and it came out positive. I’ve known for a few weeks now, but I wanted to surprise you. Baby… please say something.”

Rafe looks at her in disbelief, blinking through his own fogged vision. “You’re…pregnant?” He asks, his voice catches in his throat as he chokes up a bit. And when she nods again, his lip trembles as he smiles. He grabs at her hand and he pulls her into a hug. He sits them both upright, pressing kisses into Sofia’s hair as he holds her against him.

“We’re having a baby?” He’s unable to contain his mirth as he bombards her with face and mouth with kisses.

Sofia giggles against his mouth, nodding her head. “We’re having a baby!” 

Rafe pulls away from the kiss, looking at her with a profound awe and enamor lidding in his eyes. “We’re having a baby,” He murmurs softly, shaking his head. “This makes so much makes sense now. I was wondering why I haven’t seen you drink any wine lately and why your tits felt so good. I mean they always feel good but they felt amazing tonight,” 

Sofia rolls her eyes and laughs, holding her hand over his as he caressed her stomach. Her smile sages when he sobers, she looked up at Rafe noticing the contemplative expression marring his face. She doesn’t have to ask to know what was bothering him. She knows him well enough to know that his mind’s wandering erratically with self deprecating thoughts about him not being a good father.

“I’m scared, Sof.” He admits, almost reluctantly in his confession. “I mean, I’m so fucking happy, but I’m also terrified.”

She nods her head in understanding, all too empathetic of his feelings. It was the same reaction she had when she found out as well. This pregnancy wasn’t planned by any means, they’ve always talked about wanting to start a family in the future so her sudden pregnancy did astonish them both. They weren’t even married yet and there were still so much planning that she had to do for it, and she’d just found her footing at the art school that she just started teaching at, but the thought of a baby — a perfect little mixture of both her and Rafe’s genes, had diminished her worries.

She knows what kind of person that Rafe is, and how he loves with everything in him whenever he cares about a person. He’s proven that every day for the past two and a half years that they’ve been together. 

So, she doesn’t doubt for one second that he wouldn’t reciprocate that same affection and care for their baby. It was okay for him to be scared because she held enough strength to believe in him for the both of them. 

“I know, baby.” She nods, “It’s okay. But just know that we’re in this together, okay? And I know that no matter what happens, you’ll be a great father.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” She accents, reassuringly as she wraps her arms around him in a hug. He kisses her shoulder then neck, retracting away from the embrace so that he’s able to fully kiss her lips again. 

“I love you,” He whispers soft and adoringly, before lowering his eyes to her stomach, “and I love you too,” His face blanches again at a sudden realization. “We’re gonna have to move the wedding date up. Your dad just started to like me if he found out that I got you pregnant before we got married, he’s going to kill me.”

[angelasmooore]

what the FUCK?

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME AND RHEM 😭 I NEED TO KNOW WHY THEY BROKE UP!

ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST

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She’s a bit tipsy. She tipped back half a glass of champagne at the reception after deciding to limit her alcohol consumption for the night (which seemed ironic since events like this were the perfect reason to get piss drunk.) But someone had to drive back to the hotel and she knows with the way Marisol’s been absentmindedly tossing back tequila shots all night without so much as a second’s regard that the designated driver wasn't going to be her.

Sofia’s perched at the bar, still babysitting the half empty glass of champagne that she’s had for most of the night. The bubbles had disintegrated long ago and the drink was now lukewarm from her abandonment. Still, she brings the glass up to her parted lips and took a small sip to quench her thirst.

Her eyes seemingly wander around the room.

Her lips purse in an adoring smile and her heart swells as she narrows her gaze on John B and Sarah. They were slow dancing in the middle of the room — their heady gazes never once thwarted from each other’s as they swayed along to the staccato of music that played over the speakers, seemingly disregarding their focus on everything else that surrounded them except each other. 

John B’s hands held her gently by the waist as Sarah’s arms found purchase around his taut shoulders. Even from where she’s seated, Sofia could recognize that unmistakable look of enamor that’s worn on both of their faces and crinkled in their eyes. It’s a look that she’s witnessed firsthand that always made her feel like she was interrupting a moment of intimacy whenever she was around them.

It was a look that she knows they reserved solely for one another; that displayed the years of love and admiration that they disseminated for each other. Albeit the ceremony was small, the entire celebration was beautiful and she couldn’t express enough at how happy she was for them.

She’s been friends with both of them long enough to know that the trajectory of their relationship had been far from easy, but she was happy that they were able to prevail through those strifes and permanently solidify their relationship and commitment to each other. They deserved this happiness and she was glad that she was able to witness (and commemorate) such a pivotal moment in their lives. 

Leaving the two lovebirds alone to their own blissful stupor, Sofia’s eyes drift waywardly around the room again, this time settling on a familiar face that she’d been avidly avoiding all night. She knew that he would be in attendance of the ceremony, but she hoped that her presence would remain discreet to his knowledge so there wouldn’t be any inadvertent awkward run-in’s with each other. 

This plan, in its attempts, was proven futile because as she was approaching her chair to sit down, he appeared alongside her with some unknown blonde woman latched around his arm. Her eyes briefly met Rafe’s, then perversely gauged at blondie before looking away. She made her perch in her seat, thankful that Sarah hadn’t arranged for them to be near each other in proximity. 

Rafe’s standing by the refreshments table with his date, quietly conversing amongst themselves. He leans down and whispers something in her ear and whatever he says must be hilarious, because she’s guffawing loudly and gripping a hand on his forearm as she doubled over trying to constrain her boisterous laughter.

Sofia’s throat clicks at the sight of them.

And she has to avert her eyes away from them when she feels a burn of tears gathering in her pupils, threatening to spill over.

It wasn’t fair for her to feel like this; she couldn’t possibly expect him to mourn the loss of their relationship forever, but admittedly, a part of her thought (and hoped) that he would still be a little heartbroken. It’s only been a year since their breakup, but the pain of it still tormented her like it just happened yesterday. She remembered everything so vividly — the tension that led up to the argument, the onslaught of their unfurling emotions cutting sharply through each other’s, the accusations of betrayal, the hollow ache that carved in her chest when Rafe walked out of their apartment — slamming the door so hard that the hinges shook in its wake, the feeling of loneliness that she experienced when she slept alone in their bed for the first time.

It was hypocritical for her to be harboring these feelings of jealousy, but the more she could hear the woman’s laughter echoing in her ears, the more Sofia felt like she wanted to cry. She’s happy for him — or at least she wants to be, because he deserved it. But she couldn’t help but think of what could’ve been.

Sofia swallows down her melancholy with the rest of her champagne; tipping it back in one large gulp. Her forlorn stupor is interrupted when Sarah suddenly approaches. She smiles at Sofia who returns the amicable gesture before leaning over to ask the bartender for a bottle of water. 

“Hey, how’s your night going?” Sofia inquired rhetorically, subverting her attention from her sullen thoughts as she smiled at Sarah.

“Oh, you know, it’s going okay,” Sarah says so bashfully that Sofia huffs loudly in rebuff.

“Okay?” She reiterated almost mockingly, “You and John B are married!” And Sarah finds herself smiling again – hearing everyone now refer to her as John B’s wife instead of girlfriend had that effect on her.

Unable to contain the facade of her settled composure, Sarah shrieks her excitement. “I know! God, it’s like, we’ve been together for so long it was bound to happen but it still feels like a dream.” She says breathily, like she’s still floating on cloud of bliss.

“I’m so happy for you, Sarah. You and John B deserve this.” Sofia reaches down and grabs ahold of Sarah’s hand, giving it an affectionate squeeze that Sarah reciprocates along with a soft smile of appreciation.

“Thanks, Sof,” 

She offers another thanks to the bartender when she retrieved the bottle of water that she immediately takes a sip of. “So, how’s everything going with you? Did you ever go out on a second date with that guy?”

Sofia careens at the mention of, Donovan, a guy that she met at her friend, Marisol’s christmas party. There was an instantaneous and undeniable attraction between the two of them that was palpable, but she was reluctant on pursing anything with him because of the residual feelings that she still had for Rafe.

It was Marisol’s prompting encouragement and her reminding Sofia that it had been a year since her break up with Rafe and she needed to at least attempt to move on that had her conceding when Donovan asked her out on a date. While she enjoyed his company, Sofia ended things with him before it even had a chance to begin — knowing that she couldn’t lead him on with the intention of it developing into something more. 

Sofia shakes her head, sighing softly. “No, he was nice but…” She trails off airily.

Sarah nods in understanding, reaching a hand down to offer her a comforting squeeze. “I’m sorry, Sof. I know it’s not easy moving on,”

She chuckles a bit ruefully, “Maybe the reason why it’s not working out with anyone is because I’m destined to be alone,” She jokes, only halfheartedly, because the forlorn thought has stumbled across her mind a lot recently. 

Sarah rolls her eyes, shaking her head in dismay as she lightly shoved at Sofia’s shoulder. “You’re not destined to be alone. You just have to find the right person for you. And maybe that person is closer than you think.” She says with a shrug, placating guilelessness behind in her innuendo but Sofia’s preceptive enough to know exactly what or who Sarah was referring to. 

Even post-breakup, Sarah was always scheming in trying to get them back together by casually bringing up Rafe’s recent dating status whenever they talked on the phone or mentioning the fact that he hadn’t been on a date in a while because he claimed that he hasn’t found the right girl.

It’s not like she wasn’t appreciative of her friend’s efforts; because at first apart of her did always curiously ponder on Rafe’s love life —  if he had finally found someone else to replace and fill the void of the love that he had for her, if he even missed or thought about her, if he regret that day like she did. But now, she wonders if they’d missed their time of reconciliation.

(She appreciates Sarah’s efforts however, knowing that she has always been a supporter of their relationship, which Sofia was grateful that still had its stability of sisterhood even with her and Rafe not being together anymore.)

“Anyway, I’m about to go finish dancing with my husband,” Sarah’s eyes shine with unbridled mirth as she says it; she sets the water down and pushes herself off of the counter that she was leaning against. “I’ll catch up with you later!” 

“Have fun!”

…


“You have been sitting here sulking all night. Pretty girls like you shouldn’t sulk especially at a wedding,” She turns around as she hears someone talking to her. Glancing over her shoulder, she’s surprised to see it’s a slightly older guy that she has no recollection of.

Sofia furrows her brows as she shifts in the seat so that she’s turning around and facing him directly. “Who are you exactly and why have you been watching me?” She reproached inquisitively, tucking her arms across her chest as she eyed him wearily.

The guy chuckled at her brashness, though not deterred in the slightest. “I’m apart of the catering crew and I’ve been watching you because it’s hard to not notice a beautiful girl sitting by herself while everyone else is enjoying themselves,”

She tries to hide the blush that’s pooling in her cheeks when she realizes that this was the second time that he’s complimented her. She prevails through her amusement though and continues with her harrowing facade. “So you didn’t have anything better to do than watch me all night?”

He shrugged, sliding his hands inside the front of his pockets. He smiles boyishly at her, “I did but I wanted to look at you instead.” 

She smiles, unable to continue her placated facade of being unmoored by his coquettish charm. And at this realization, the guy smirks as he leans closer to her. “I know that you prefer sitting here and moping, but I was wondering if you’d want to dance with me?” He offers, extending his hand outwardly towards her as he looked at her with a raised brow.

Sofia stares at him in deep contemplation on whether to accompany him to the dance floor. He was right, ever since the reception began she’s done nothing but sit over here sequestered in her sullenness from the rest of the party. She didn’t see the harm in joining the guy for a dance, after all he was cute and seemed nice enough. And it would distract her mind from wandering like it’s been doing all night.

So, she nods and slides the palm of her hand over his as he intertwined their fingers and wrapped his large, calloused hand around hers, gently tugging her to her feet.

She pulls down the hem of her dress as she lets him direct her towards the dance floor where other people were still dancing. He directs her to the middle of the floor beside John B and Sarah.

She sees Sarah give her a puzzled but slightly amused look. 

“He’s cute!” She mouths, nodding her head approvingly. 

“Just a warning,” The guy says, sliding his other unoccupied hand down her body until it settled on her waist. He shifts his body closer to her until he’s crowding over her with their height difference. She feels her stomach fluttering with how he’s looking at her. “I’m not that good of a dancer so you’ll have to help me out here,” He redirected the position of his hand until he holds a firm but slightly loose grip on her.

“As long as you don’t step on my feet I’m fine with how horribly you dance.”

He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, shaking his head in disagreement. “You say that now but don’t get embarrassed when I start dancing and all of your friends start looking over here.” He playfully jests much to her amusement. The soft melody of a slow song begins to play. Sofia wraps her arms around his heightened neck, allowing him to tug her forward slightly so that their bodies are pressed against one another’s. 

“I just realized that I’m dancing with a stranger whose name I don’t even know.”

She feels the reverberation of his body as he chuckles softly. “It’s Blake. And your name is Sofia, which is fitting because it’s a beautiful name.” 

Sofia pulls back slightly, raising a curious brow at him. “Who have you been talking to about me?” She questions.

“The girl you came here with, Marisol.” He confesses, looking a little sheepish now as his debonair facade began to slowly dissipate. “I told her that I thought you were beautiful and wanted to know how to properly approach you.” 

At this, Sofia finds herself smiling. It’s been a while since someone has flirted with her (and that she’s reciprocated the flirtation) and she surprisingly found herself enjoying it with him.

Her breath hitches when his fingers flex around her back, tightening his grip. She harrumphs softly, continuing on with her coquettish banter hoping that he hadn’t noticed her fawning. “Ah. So what I’m hearing is that you couldn’t think of anything to say to me without getting help from my friend.” 

“Your beauty is intimidating.”

She can’t think of anything to say in response to that, so leans her head against his chest to hide the deep blush that’s coloring her cheeks. They’re still dancing, swaying around gently when she looks up and meets Rafe’s eye-line. He’s still standing by the refreshment’s table this time sans his date accompanied at his side. 

There’s this indescribable look fleeting on his countenance as he stared back at her; one that Sofia can’t immediately gauge. But he continued to stand there looking at her, smothering her beneath the weight of his scrutiny. Their eye contact is broken when Blake leans down and presses his mouth by the shell of her ear.

“Is that someone that I need to be jealous of?” He jokes, the wisps of his cool breath tickle against her skin as he speaks. Sofia looks away from Rafe, now averting her eyes on Blake. He’s smiling softly, indicating the playfulness behind his teasing words. 

“He’s my ex,” Is all she says, not fully divulging into the complications regarding their relationship and not directly answering his question. There was too much history there for her to want to get into, especially with a stranger.

“Ah,” Blake says, nodding his head understandably. “That explains why he’s been staring at you all night.”

“What?” 

“He’s been looking at us since we started dancing; well scowling at me more like.”

Her eyebrows furrow as she contemplated on whether to look over at Rafe again. She wasn’t aware of his spectating, she was under the impression that his date had his full attention as they’ve been together and practically conjoined at the hip all night. Whatever reason behind his gawking, she immediately disregards any lingering naivety behind it knowing that anything that he felt for her right now was far from what she’d hoped it would be.

The song’s over a second later as the DJ shifts the genre from the sultry slow dancing tunes to early 2000’s pop. Blake pulls away reluctantly, but his hands still maintain their grip on her waist. “Looks like our time is up. I should get back, help with the cleanup in the kitchen.” He informs her solemnly, in which she only nods.

“It was nice meeting you and dancing with you, Sofia.” 

“It was nice meeting you too, Blake,” 

She’s taken aback when he leans towards her and pressed a kiss against her cheek. His lips tentatively hover like he’s contemplating on pressing them against her lips for a proper kiss. But he relents, huffing a small chuckle as he moves away. “My shift ends in like half a hour. Maybe we can hang out afterwards?” He asks, with hopefulness lilting in his voice and on his face.

Normally, she wouldn’t indulge in anything so haste with a stranger but wedding’s were intended for this kind of impulsive fun. Right?

…


There’s something about her that makes it impossible for him to think about anything else. It’s like she has a permanent residence in his brain, occupying his every staunching thought, from the moment when he closes his eyes at night to when he’s blearily blinking them open the next morning all he thinks about is her.

He’s trying to stop.

Because he knows that he should; his unabashed gawking wasn’t appropriate in this setting—not when he’s with Jessica whose suspicion could easily be aroused and her curiosity seemingly piqued to know why he was staring so intently at her. But he couldn’t help it; not when this was the first time that they’ve occupied the same space since their breakup. 

His eyes stealthily peered at her over the rim of his wine filled glass; heeding at her demeanor and behavior. She had only looked at him once since his arrival — it was a casual glimpse where she briefly met his gaze for a few seconds then quickly thwarted her eyes elsewhere before sauntering off to the other side of the room. It was foolish to still be so needy for her acknowledgment but he couldn’t help but crave her undivided attention even after all of this time.

He felt his jaw clench and his fingers tighten around his glass at the sight of her dancing with some other guy — at how easily she fed into and reciprocated his flirtation.

Rafe’s gaze loured as he watched the movements of the guy’s hand every time he touched her; how they lingered a bit too long on her back, how they held onto her waist too close for his comfort. And he has to repeatedly remind himself that she wasn’t his anymore to harbor these envious feelings over. 

She hasn’t been his for a year now. 

But the part of him that was still pathetically besotted with her, couldn’t stomach the sight of her with someone else, to see her so happy while he was still mourning the loss of their relationship. He should look away to spare his own feelings because the more that he stared at them the more he could feel his heart breaking, but his rueful masochism prevails and he doesn’t avert his gaze until he sees the guy’s lips lean down to peck a kiss against Sofia’s cheek.

His body goes taut when he feels Jessica’s arms wrap around him as she approached from behind. “Are you okay?” She questions, immediately noticing his aloof behavior. 

Rafe nods, though disbelieving in his efforts and gives her a small halfhearted smile. He unravels her arms from around his waist, momentarily disregarding the dubious look of offense that she gives him. “I uh, I need to go outside and get some fresh air,” He says, waving a hand airily in gesture.

“Okay,” She nods, “Do you want me to come with you?” 

“Nah,” He declines, setting the empty glass onto the table before he runs a hand over his clenched jaw. “It’s fine. I’ll be back in a bit,” He gaiters off before she has a chance to offer him her company again. He beelines his way through the crowd of dancing bodies, until he’s standing outside in the hallway.

Just as he’s rounding the corner to make his way towards the side entrance, he feels the collision of his body inadvertently stumbling into someone else’s as they both walked into each other. Rafe’s hands reflexively reach out to catch the woman, steadying on the sides of her hips as he catches her against him.

“Shit. I’m sorry, I didn’t see you,” He apologizes, and the realization of who he was holding dawns upon him immediately.

Sofia retracts herself from his embrace, harrumphing softly as she smoothed a hand over her dress. “It’s fine. It was my fault I wasn’t watching where I was going,” She reassures him, dismissing his apology.

“Where are you off to in such a rush?” He meant for the question to come off as causal in his approach, but from the narrowed look that she gives him he knows that it’s more accusatory than anything. And it takes a second for Rafe to realize that he didn’t care. 

“To the restroom?” Sofia responds, “Where else would I be going?”

He shrugs, sliding his hands into the front of his pockets. “I don’t know probably somewhere with that guy you were dancing with earlier.” He doesn’t bother to masquerade his jealousy, all of his pent up emotions were unfurling to the surface, spewing out of him in an abrasive interrogation. 

Sofia looks nonplussed by his confrontation, almost as if she’d been caught. Rafe chuckles wryly as he purses his lips, “So, what, you were just going to fuck some random dude that you just met?”

She careens, affronted, by his combative tone. She crosses her arms against her chest and narrowed a pointed glare at him. “What I do isn’t your business, not anymore.” She rebuttals, seemingly avoiding answering the question directly. 

“Yeah and you made sure of that didn’t you?” Sofia’s defenses sages at his accosting remark, almost guilt ridden at his reproach.

He knows that addressing their unresolved issues at his sister’s wedding reception wasn’t the most appropriate place to do this, but he needed to tell her how he felt. 

“Rafe…” She begins, soft and apologetic. But he interrupts her, knowing that if he allowed her to continue then he’d succumb helplessly to her pleading eyes and he would never have the opportunity to express what he needed to say again. 

“We were happy,” He says, warily throwing his hand in the air in defeat. Sofia’s head lowers as she cowers away from his hard truth.

He refused to allow her to hide from it any longer, because she left him mending the wounds of his broken heart without even so much of an explanation of why she decided to end their relationship so abruptly a year ago. He spent so much of that time trying to figure out what went wrong; if he contributed to her decision or if she’d just fallen out of love with him.

“I let you in. You made me fall in love with you just for you to turn around and decide that I wasn’t what you wanted anymore? I fucking loved you, Sofia.”

I still do.

He could feel his throat clicking as he swallowed a shaky breath. His vision blurred as his eyes sheened with tears. “You broke my heart and you act as if you don’t even fucking care.”

Her head inclines at his proclamation and he sees that her eyes reflected the same glossiness that his has. “I do care!” She accents, offended at his belief of otherwise. “None of this has been easy for me either, Rafe.”

He wants to believe that.

But how could he when she acted so cavalier about his feelings?

“What’s been hard for you, Sofia? Was it the part where you broke up with me or was it when you immediately shut me out of your life afterwards and pretended like our two years of being together meant nothing to you?”

Sofia’s lip trembles as tears spilled from the heaviness of her eyes. Part of him hates that he’s doing this, because he’s always hated seeing her cry but he was hurt and she needed to know. It takes everything in him to resist the urge of thumbing away her tears and he has to shove his hand back inside of his pocket to retrain himself from touching her like he wants. 

“Tell me why you did it.” Her response probably wouldn’t assuage his pain any less, but at least then he’d know and wouldn’t be left guessing over the possibilities anymore.

“Rafe, I-”

It’s the sound of voices overlapping and footsteps ascending that interrupts their conversation. Rafe redirects his eyes towards the doorway where the guests were beginning to disperse. John B and Sarah appeared first walking hand in hand, stopping mid stride when they noticed Rafe and Sofia standing there along with her tear stained face.

“Is everything okay?” Sarah questions, directing it more so towards Sofia who nods and gives her a small smile of reassurance.

Jessica walks out behind them, narrowing a confused gaze at the scene before her. “Rafe?”

…

“I should go,” Sofia says, hating that she was causing such commotion on Sarah and John B’s big day. The last thing she ever wanted was her and Rafe’s drama interfering with what was supposed to be a joyous celebration.

Rafe steps towards her, wrapping his fingers around her wrist to halt her to a stop. “Sof,”

And when he says her name like that, she’s immediately retracted into the happier memories that they shared before her self-deprecation ruined it. Feeling him touching her again after so long, at how gentle he’s being even when she knows he’s still infuriated with her makes her want to sob. She hates herself for doing this to him, for making him feel as if their relationship was nothing when it meant everything to her; he meant everything to her.

She knows that she owes him an explanation of why she ended things so abruptly between them but she was terrified that it wouldn’t even begin to be enough for him. She hurt him in ways unimaginable that she herself couldn’t fathom even after all of this time.

Part of her thinks that him being angry at her is easier than him knowing the truth. 

“I’m sorry,” She whispers apologetically before tugging her arm free to go search for Marisol so they could leave.

[angelasmooore]

jiara’s, let me hold your hand when i say this: it’s time to move on. the drama stopped being funny/interesting after the first few weeks. now y’all are just being annoying and miserable about some stuff.