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・ʚ ‧₊˚ 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 & 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 ( 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐔 )
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Drew Starkey x Singer!Reader
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: In which you and Drew are forced to publicize your relationship after an accidental post and fans are... confused, but supportive.
𝗔/𝗡: this is partially inspired by the timothee chalamet kylie jenner dating rumors LOL. i've decided to start taking and encouraging requests for instagram/social media au's so if you have an idea please send it to my askbox 🤍. i had so much fun w this. fc is gabbriette bechtel but as always, imagine whoever you'd like :)
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yourinstagram PITY PARTY OUT NOW!
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hunterschafer ur such a rockstar
yourinstagram luv u
ynisagod HJVRSKVDRSKJN
billieeilish 🎂🎀
lilnasx y'all stream my sugar mommas album she has to buy me dinner
yourinstagram starve.
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ynhive Y/N yesterday 👀 via madelyncline (now deleted)
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ynrejectme that's obviously me guys
obxfan32 I can recognize that bald head anywhere
drewstarkeyupdates that has to be drew, right!?
obxfan24 there's no way they even exist in the same universe
lovingyn not all the obx fans finding us 💀
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girlbloggingyn she's everything // he's just ken
*tagged yourinstagram and drewstarkey
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ynhive Y/N LIKED LMAO EVEN SHE KNOWS
music.ally y/n liked!!
ynrejectme are they actually dating tho ?
obxfan87 neither has confirmed or denied
ynisagod these rumors are so untrue it's painful
drewstarkey via instagram stories
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dstarkeyupdates drew with fans outside a restaurant in LA today!
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obxfan54 he's so pretty
justafanacc Was he with anyone?
ynfan49 you mean was he with y/n lol
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ynupdates y/n and drew posted these last night at the SAME time
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loveuyn ok maybe they are dating
user08 I still don't understand how this happened
user48 ?
obxfan852 this is so random
ynhive who cares they're hot
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drewstarkey My girlfriend released a song today. It's about me, and you should listen to it 😎
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hichasestokes Sir yes sir 🫡
yourinstagram um, when did you take these breathtakingly gorgeous photographs of me?
drewstarkey When u weren't lookin
bugzbee creep
obxfan029 GIRLFRIEND???
ynfan12 thank you for the y/n content keep providing pls
madelyncline Sorry for spilling the beans!
yourinstagram smh bean spiller, ur lucky ur so cute
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yourinstagram my boyfriend's little boat show is dropping it's 3rd season on netflix at midnight. watch it with ur friends and family
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obxnetflix woogity woogity 🤙
ynhive the third pic - the way he looks at her omg
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ynfan39 ok..... how did y'all even meet?
obxfan874 fr 💀
user98 we will not be watching, but happy for u bae!!
user76 y/n fans 🤝 obx fans
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・ʚ ‧₊˚ 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞 ( 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐀𝐔 )
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Drew Starkey x Reader
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: In which they're waiting and hoping you're not enough.
𝗔/𝗡: haven't posted in a while (writers block sucks), but i've been loving instagram au's so here's a little angsty thing. fc is zahara davis!
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madelyncline mom n dad
drewfan4eva IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ME
updating.obx no way
starkeyswife ew
obxfan04 ofc ur hiding behind a private account
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yourinstagram barbados u were unreal. until next time 🇧🇧
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obxupdatess give us obx3 spoilers
starkeyswife "until next time" lol do u have a job
user01 attention seeker
drewfan7 leave drew alone
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yourinstagram the party & the after party
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brooke_starkey pic creds??
yourinstagram 📸
drewfan2 if she's with drew istg
obxfanspot wait this is drew's girlfriend?
drewfan5 y/n get a job challenge
user03 i wish u would go away!!
drewstarkeyupdates
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drewstarkeyupdates drew at the houston rockets game yesterday!
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drewfan12 my tall handsome boy
user06 thank god he got away from that leech
drewfan92 how do u know?
user 06 she's in nyc rn
user47 he looks so much happier when he's away from @/yourinstagram
obxfan38 you're bold for tagging her 💀
yourfriend you people need to get a life
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y/ndefensesquad y/n celebrating her birthday two days ago with friends!
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user28 she's so pretty it's ridiculous
*liked by yourinstagram
drewfan4 lol not a single pic of drew 👀
obxfan83 maybe they broke up? hopefully
y/ndefensesquad if they did break up it's because of freaks like you two
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drewstarkey happy late birthday to my favorite person in the whole world. i've been lucky to know you, even luckier to love you. you're my rock and my best friend until the end of time. you'll always have a place in my heart.
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hot girls have the same songs and artists on their spotify wrapped every year because they are emotionally attached unstable and hot
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finally started working on part two of iawo . . .
officially titled 'have you seen me?'
exploring more dark psycho rafe 😈
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all questions that may be answered with a part two 😳//
So there’s gonna be a part 2????
most likely, yes !! i'm planning a pope heyward x reader fic that might come out first but i wanna revisit housewife!reader 😊
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Oh gosh now we have to know! Does she divorce her husband? Does he force them to go public or is it a pipe dream?? What happens with our favorite couple of infidelity and age gaps?
all questions that may be answered with a part two 😳
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i. azra t / ii. beverly peele by ellen von unwerth / iii. george shiras / iv. yasmin mohamed yonis / v. ganja & hess (bill gunn) / vi. agusto cury / vii. jil sander / viii. ? / ix. christopher lee / x. ganja & hess (bill gunn)
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Ahhh I can just see rafe having a stupid thing for the hot trophy wife at the country club and then bragging to all his friends when he actually hits 😭😭
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI — mentions of smut and non-con recording
no like let’s talk about it !! 😵💫
he makes a bet with topper & kelce that he could totally pull you. he knows that your husband doesn't satisfy you 'cause you always get so chatty when you're wine drunk at the bar and he overhears rose telling his dad all the stories later that night.
so when he finally does get you to himself he absolutely knocks ur pussy out the frame like . . . i'm talking legs shaking, whimpering, drooling the WHOLE nine yards. and when it's over you make him promise not to say a single word, but we all know rafe can't keep his mouth shut.
"dude, she was so wet. i didn't even need lube."
"bullshit, rafe."
n ofc the guys don't believe him, after all he had no proof except for his word. maybe next time he'll snap a picture, take a video of your pussy creaming on his cock while he's fucking you from behind. you'd be so out of it you wouldn't realize anyways. then he wouldn't need to say anything 🤷🏽♀️
can u tell i'm so feral for him 😳
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Hellraiser (1987) dir. Clive Barker
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ur too sweet omg !! ty for reading & reblogging 🫶🏽
・ʚ ‧₊˚ 𝐈𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐎𝐮𝐭
“𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘆𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀. 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗹𝗲, 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿.”
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀): Rafe Cameron x Housewife!Reader
𝗪/𝗖: 1.9k
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Rumors of your husband's extramarital affairs sent you seeking the comfort of Rafe Cameron. Things don't end the way they should.
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 18+ MINORS DNI — infidelity, DARK!Rafe, toxic relationships, size difference, older woman/younger man (rafe is 19, reader is in her 30s), jealousy, possessiveness, marital issues, drinking, mentioned drug abuse and divorce, DUB-CON SMUT (p in v, ROUGH FILTY sex, stealthing, degradation, fish hooking, dacryphilia, squirting, creampie) YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION.
𝗔/𝗡: a self indulgent mess as my first published fic here, yay! not beta'd, all mistakes are my own. loosely inspired by 'lemonade' by nicole dollanganger which you can listen to below. if you enjoy, remember to like & reblog, it means the world to me :)
"Did you hear me, honey?"
Your eyes shift from the half-empty glass of mimosa at the sound of your husband, Jonathan's voice, blinking slowly up at him when he emerges through your kitchen threshold.
You can barely stand the sight of him these days, let alone his voice. But you force a smile and shake your head, reaching for the glass and taking a sip.
"I said I'll be late at the office tonight, don't wait up." His tie is lopsided and hastily knotted, something you focus on instead of his brown eyes. You hum in response, almost out of habit at this point. It's the fourth time this week he's told you not to wait up, the fourth time he's lied.
At first, you didn't want to believe the rumors, passing them off with a chuckle in the supermarket and an Oh, really? at the country club. No one would say it to your face, but you knew how they all thought of you, the things they would say behind your back.
Poor thing. She must be so desperate. Trouble in trophy-wife paradise.
What burned you up the most was that they were right.
It started with late nights at the office, coming home past two in the morning, and jumping into the shower immediately. Then you found the lipstick stains on his shirt while doing laundry, and every little thing over the last couple of months had started to make sense. Phone calls that he would step into the next room to take, his lack of attention, his snappiness, smelling distinctly like patchouli, and bergamot and all the notes you hate—
"That kid's coming by today who offered to clean the pool. The Cameron kid, don't forget to let him in."
Jonathan's hands circle your waist, pulling you closer against his chest. Aftershave hits you like a truck, burning your nostrils when he leans down to press a kiss to your cheek.
"I won't," You managed to squeak out, turning around to face him as he reaches for his tumbler and a piece of toast from the toaster.
If he weren't so busy cheating, he'd realize how ridiculous that statement was. Rafe Cameron coming by to clean a pool.
What the hell would a Cameron know about cleaning a pool?
People say you can't choose who you love, and in a lot of ways, you guess that's true.
You certainly wouldn't choose to continue loving your adulterous husband. However, here you are, still aching deep down for something you can't receive.
Rafe was an accident, a result of day drinking and bitterness that manifested itself into inappropriate flirtatious advances. He was young and brash, the complete opposite of Jonathan.
"A mojito; I wouldn't have taken you for the type." Rafe leans his forearm against the bar, blonde hair curling past his eyes.
You furrow your brows, "type? I—"
"The type to sit around at the bar, alone, drinking a mojito."
"And what would you know about mojitos, Rafe? I thought you still had a few years left?" You'd responded, and he shook his head, pink tongue darting out to run across his bottom lip.
"Two, but we both know I don't exactly follow the rules around here."
You were angry, a scorned housewife with too much time on her hands, and you wanted to get back at him. Rafe was cute, and accessible, willing. He'd wanted you just as much as you wanted him, and perhaps now he wants you even more.
Bathroom hookups at the country club turned into late night beach rendezvous until, apparently, he was coming over to the house you shared with your husband.
You never wanted your relationship with Rafe to progress this far, get this risky, but it seemed like every time you'd try to break things off, he was at your doorstep the next day with dilated pupils and tears. If it wasn't problems at home, then it was his own demons, the drug addiction that you hadn't even attempted to address.
Only Rafe can heal Rafe, and it was important that he realize that, no matter how co-dependent the relationship has gotten.
Today is the day you'll break things off with Rafe for the sake of both of your lives.
Uneasiness swirls in your gut, picking at the skin around your nails as you watch Rafe move about your kitchen. He opens cabinets, drawers, and even the fridge as if he owns the place.
He's too comfortable here. You've let him into your life, and now you have to deal with him.
"Rafe," You interrupt him, maneuvering around the kitchen island until you're standing at his side. "What are you looking for?"
You reach out, brushing your manicured fingers against his shoulder, which he recoils from. A frown paints your face, and he must realize, because he's mumbling out an apology over the next few seconds.
"I- I thought I left something the last time I came, you know? Maybe I dropped it or something." Rafe sniffs, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.
"No, Rafe, you didn't leave anything here." You try to tell him, but it's clear that he's not really listening to you. His eyes bounce all over the room, taking in all the details and then taking in you.
You're still dressed in your silk robe, bare underneath except for a pair of floral lace panties. You nervously cleaned earlier instead of changing out of your pajamas, a decision that you're seriously beginning to regret.
"Listen, we need to talk. I've been meaning to sit down with you for a while now," You pull the lapels of your robe closer together, hiding your skin from his heated gaze. Rafe looks down at you, a tick in his jaw that won't go away. "I think we should end this. Today. I wanna work things out with Jonathan."
Rafe tuts, the muscles in his shoulder contracting as his eyes roll to the back of his head.
"You wanna work things out with Jonathan?" He parrots. Disdain drips from his voice, taking a few steps closer until he's right up against you. "What about us, huh? You forgot about that?"
His fingers tap against your forehead like he's trying to remind you of something, but you slap his arm away. "Us? Are you high, Rafe?"
You cross your arms over your chest, holding your ground against the 6'2 tower of muscle despite being significantly smaller than him.
"There was never an us, okay? I was lonely, and you were— there. I know that sucks to hear but, I'm married, and I love my husband."
Perhaps you were being harsh, but it's for the better. That's what you keep telling yourself.
"Don't do that, don't lie to me. Don't lie to yourself!" Rafe raises his voice at you, hands coming up to hold your arms tightly in his grasp. Like he doesn't want to let go.
"Rafe—" He can't be reasoned with, you think. He's emotional and erratic like all nineteen year olds are. And you've fucked up so bad by doing this with him . . . to him.
His kisses are fiery when they rain down on you, working his mouth in tandem against your own and biting down on your lips until you gasp, giving him a channel to slide his tongue into. Rafe holds you close when you feel your knees go weak, swallowing every moan and grunt with ease.
Almost in an instant, you're pressed up against the counter, hips jutting against the marble as the silk fabric of your robe is bunched up around your waist. A hand comes down on your asscheek, making you hiss at the contact. His pinky ring leaving behind a prolonged sting.
"You wouldn't leave me, not when I fuck you so much better than that limp dick asshole." Rafe's finger latches onto the gusset of your underwear, pulling the sodden fabric aside and exposing your cunt to the cool air of the room. Your knees squeeze together, feeling a gush of slick pour out of you just from the raunchiness of his words.
"That's why you're getting a divorce, right?" He stands tall behind you; the sound of his jeans unbuckling makes a ringing sound in your ears. Your face is pressed sideways against the counter, blood rushing to your head.
You can't think.
"Rafe—" Your voice sounds foreign even to yourself, reaching behind to press your hand against his pelvis. He smirks when he looks down at you, pumping his erection in one hand while the other is squeezes your ass. "C-condom, please."
Rafe must be expecting it, dropping his cock with a sigh before grabbing your wrist and throwing it off of him. You hear the rumple of a foil package a few moments later and silently thank god.
The medley of both your moans on the initial push inside is a work of art, a raw display of pure affection that you could never get out of your husband. Rafe's nails dig into the meat of your hips, pulling you back while he thrusts forward. There's no shortage of sloppy, wet sounds coming from your pussy, dripping slick around his cock as it breaches you.
"C'mon, no zoning out on me." His voice permeates your headspace for only a few seconds, drifting in and out of reality as the throes of your passion overtake you. Your legs shake, pussy creaming around his length as he relentlessly pounds into you.
Before you know it, your face is lifted off the cool surface of the counter. Rafe's digits hook inside your mouth on either side, opening you wide as you sob from the amount of pure electric coursing through your veins. Tears stream down your face, soaking your cheeks and neck as the wretched sounds from your throat are projected for the whole house to hear.
Luckily, it's just the two of you.
"You're getting a divorce, right? Say it." His bulbous head jams against your sweet spot with every thrust, balls slapping your clit as added stimulation. It's too much and still somehow not enough.
"Say it!" Rafe repeats, almost like he's begging you to. You can't hold it in anymore.
"Yes! God, Rafe, yes." You scream out as you jerk forward, finally moving off his cock as you squirt. Rafe is there to hold you up, placing you flat against the counter while he blankets your backside.
You feel him start searching for your hole again, breathing deeply into your neck as the tip of his cock pokes around before eventually finding its goal.
"Can't take it anymore, baby." You groan, but you're suddenly feeling too tired to try and fight him off. The weight on your back is almost enough to put you to sleep, feeling your eyes get heavy with each passing second.
"Shhh. . . yea you can. You'll take it for me; take all of me." Rafe mumbles breathlessly, pushing some hair back from your face. He kisses your forehead, the apples of your cheeks, your chin.
His hips falter after a few more thrusts, moaning in your ear when he finally cums.
A mixture of seed and your own arousal drip out of your used cunt, falling to the floor beneath you.
Rafe grins, still cradling your tired form.
"It'll all work out, I promise. We'll be together."
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・ʚ ‧₊˚ 𝐈𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐎𝐮𝐭
“𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘆𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀. 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗹𝗲, 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿.”
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀): Rafe Cameron x Housewife!Reader
𝗪/𝗖: 1.9k
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Rumors of your husband's extramarital affairs sent you seeking the comfort of Rafe Cameron. Things don't end the way they should.
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 18+ MINORS DNI — infidelity, DARK!Rafe, toxic relationships, size difference, older woman/younger man (rafe is 19, reader is in her 30s), jealousy, possessiveness, marital issues, drinking, mentioned drug abuse and divorce, DUB-CON SMUT (p in v, ROUGH FILTY sex, stealthing, degradation, fish hooking, dacryphilia, squirting, creampie) YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION.
𝗔/𝗡: a self indulgent mess as my first published fic here, yay! not beta'd, all mistakes are my own. loosely inspired by 'lemonade' by nicole dollanganger which you can listen to below. if you enjoy, remember to like & reblog, it means the world to me :)
"Did you hear me, honey?"
Your eyes shift from the half-empty glass of mimosa at the sound of your husband, Jonathan's voice, blinking slowly up at him when he emerges through your kitchen threshold.
You can barely stand the sight of him these days, let alone his voice. But you force a smile and shake your head, reaching for the glass and taking a sip.
"I said I'll be late at the office tonight, don't wait up." His tie is lopsided and hastily knotted, something you focus on instead of his brown eyes. You hum in response, almost out of habit at this point. It's the fourth time this week he's told you not to wait up, the fourth time he's lied.
At first, you didn't want to believe the rumors, passing them off with a chuckle in the supermarket and an Oh, really? at the country club. No one would say it to your face, but you knew how they all thought of you, the things they would say behind your back.
Poor thing. She must be so desperate. Trouble in trophy-wife paradise.
What burned you up the most was that they were right.
It started with late nights at the office, coming home past two in the morning, and jumping into the shower immediately. Then you found the lipstick stains on his shirt while doing laundry, and every little thing over the last couple of months had started to make sense. Phone calls that he would step into the next room to take, his lack of attention, his snappiness, smelling distinctly like patchouli, and bergamot and all the notes you hate—
"That kid's coming by today who offered to clean the pool. The Cameron kid, don't forget to let him in."
Jonathan's hands circle your waist, pulling you closer against his chest. Aftershave hits you like a truck, burning your nostrils when he leans down to press a kiss to your cheek.
"I won't," You managed to squeak out, turning around to face him as he reaches for his tumbler and a piece of toast from the toaster.
If he weren't so busy cheating, he'd realize how ridiculous that statement was. Rafe Cameron coming by to clean a pool.
What the hell would a Cameron know about cleaning a pool?
People say you can't choose who you love, and in a lot of ways, you guess that's true.
You certainly wouldn't choose to continue loving your adulterous husband. However, here you are, still aching deep down for something you can't receive.
Rafe was an accident, a result of day drinking and bitterness that manifested itself into inappropriate flirtatious advances. He was young and brash, the complete opposite of Jonathan.
"A mojito; I wouldn't have taken you for the type." Rafe leans his forearm against the bar, blonde hair curling past his eyes.
You furrow your brows, "type? I—"
"The type to sit around at the bar, alone, drinking a mojito."
"And what would you know about mojitos, Rafe? I thought you still had a few years left?" You'd responded, and he shook his head, pink tongue darting out to run across his bottom lip.
"Two, but we both know I don't exactly follow the rules around here."
You were angry, a scorned housewife with too much time on her hands, and you wanted to get back at him. Rafe was cute, and accessible, willing. He'd wanted you just as much as you wanted him, and perhaps now he wants you even more.
Bathroom hookups at the country club turned into late night beach rendezvous until, apparently, he was coming over to the house you shared with your husband.
You never wanted your relationship with Rafe to progress this far, get this risky, but it seemed like every time you'd try to break things off, he was at your doorstep the next day with dilated pupils and tears. If it wasn't problems at home, then it was his own demons, the drug addiction that you hadn't even attempted to address.
Only Rafe can heal Rafe, and it was important that he realize that, no matter how co-dependent the relationship has gotten.
Today is the day you'll break things off with Rafe for the sake of both of your lives.
Uneasiness swirls in your gut, picking at the skin around your nails as you watch Rafe move about your kitchen. He opens cabinets, drawers, and even the fridge as if he owns the place.
He's too comfortable here. You've let him into your life, and now you have to deal with him.
"Rafe," You interrupt him, maneuvering around the kitchen island until you're standing at his side. "What are you looking for?"
You reach out, brushing your manicured fingers against his shoulder, which he recoils from. A frown paints your face, and he must realize, because he's mumbling out an apology over the next few seconds.
"I- I thought I left something the last time I came, you know? Maybe I dropped it or something." Rafe sniffs, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.
"No, Rafe, you didn't leave anything here." You try to tell him, but it's clear that he's not really listening to you. His eyes bounce all over the room, taking in all the details and then taking in you.
You're still dressed in your silk robe, bare underneath except for a pair of floral lace panties. You nervously cleaned earlier instead of changing out of your pajamas, a decision that you're seriously beginning to regret.
"Listen, we need to talk. I've been meaning to sit down with you for a while now," You pull the lapels of your robe closer together, hiding your skin from his heated gaze. Rafe looks down at you, a tick in his jaw that won't go away. "I think we should end this. Today. I wanna work things out with Jonathan."
Rafe tuts, the muscles in his shoulder contracting as his eyes roll to the back of his head.
"You wanna work things out with Jonathan?" He parrots. Disdain drips from his voice, taking a few steps closer until he's right up against you. "What about us, huh? You forgot about that?"
His fingers tap against your forehead like he's trying to remind you of something, but you slap his arm away. "Us? Are you high, Rafe?"
You cross your arms over your chest, holding your ground against the 6'2 tower of muscle despite being significantly smaller than him.
"There was never an us, okay? I was lonely, and you were— there. I know that sucks to hear but, I'm married, and I love my husband."
Perhaps you were being harsh, but it's for the better. That's what you keep telling yourself.
"Don't do that, don't lie to me. Don't lie to yourself!" Rafe raises his voice at you, hands coming up to hold your arms tightly in his grasp. Like he doesn't want to let go.
"Rafe—" He can't be reasoned with, you think. He's emotional and erratic like all nineteen year olds are. And you've fucked up so bad by doing this with him . . . to him.
His kisses are fiery when they rain down on you, working his mouth in tandem against your own and biting down on your lips until you gasp, giving him a channel to slide his tongue into. Rafe holds you close when you feel your knees go weak, swallowing every moan and grunt with ease.
Almost in an instant, you're pressed up against the counter, hips jutting against the marble as the silk fabric of your robe is bunched up around your waist. A hand comes down on your asscheek, making you hiss at the contact. His pinky ring leaving behind a prolonged sting.
"You wouldn't leave me, not when I fuck you so much better than that limp dick asshole." Rafe's finger latches onto the gusset of your underwear, pulling the sodden fabric aside and exposing your cunt to the cool air of the room. Your knees squeeze together, feeling a gush of slick pour out of you just from the raunchiness of his words.
"That's why you're getting a divorce, right?" He stands tall behind you; the sound of his jeans unbuckling makes a ringing sound in your ears. Your face is pressed sideways against the counter, blood rushing to your head.
You can't think.
"Rafe—" Your voice sounds foreign even to yourself, reaching behind to press your hand against his pelvis. He smirks when he looks down at you, pumping his erection in one hand while the other is squeezes your ass. "C-condom, please."
Rafe must be expecting it, dropping his cock with a sigh before grabbing your wrist and throwing it off of him. You hear the rumple of a foil package a few moments later and silently thank god.
The medley of both your moans on the initial push inside is a work of art, a raw display of pure affection that you could never get out of your husband. Rafe's nails dig into the meat of your hips, pulling you back while he thrusts forward. There's no shortage of sloppy, wet sounds coming from your pussy, dripping slick around his cock as it breaches you.
"C'mon, no zoning out on me." His voice permeates your headspace for only a few seconds, drifting in and out of reality as the throes of your passion overtake you. Your legs shake, pussy creaming around his length as he relentlessly pounds into you.
Before you know it, your face is lifted off the cool surface of the counter. Rafe's digits hook inside your mouth on either side, opening you wide as you sob from the amount of pure electric coursing through your veins. Tears stream down your face, soaking your cheeks and neck as the wretched sounds from your throat are projected for the whole house to hear.
Luckily, it's just the two of you.
"You're getting a divorce, right? Say it." His bulbous head jams against your sweet spot with every thrust, balls slapping your clit as added stimulation. It's too much and still somehow not enough.
"Say it!" Rafe repeats, almost like he's begging you to. You can't hold it in anymore.
"Yes! God, Rafe, yes." You scream out as you jerk forward, finally moving off his cock as you squirt. Rafe is there to hold you up, placing you flat against the counter while he blankets your backside.
You feel him start searching for your hole again, breathing deeply into your neck as the tip of his cock pokes around before eventually finding its goal.
"Can't take it anymore, baby." You groan, but you're suddenly feeling too tired to try and fight him off. The weight on your back is almost enough to put you to sleep, feeling your eyes get heavy with each passing second.
"Shhh. . . yea you can. You'll take it for me; take all of me." Rafe mumbles breathlessly, pushing some hair back from your face. He kisses your forehead, the apples of your cheeks, your chin.
His hips falter after a few more thrusts, moaning in your ear when he finally cums.
A mixture of seed and your own arousal drip out of your used cunt, falling to the floor beneath you.
Rafe grins, still cradling your tired form.
"It'll all work out, I promise. We'll be together."
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