rafe c. {{oneshots}}

im glad we agree

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summary - midsummers leads to night of firey passion with the one, and only
warnings- p in v, tease, rafe overall
ITALICS MEAN A THOUGHT FROM RAFE BOLD IS A THOUGHT FROM Y/N
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midsummers. a thing all of us kooks do. ALWAYS fun... except when your in a awfully awful talking stage with RAFE CAMERON. is he hot? hell yes, but boyfreind material? hell no. he makes you second guess every opinion that enters your brain. toxic asshole. I think all these things at once, as a push breaks into my shoulder "what the he-" I began before I saw rafe, blue suit, cute ass tie and slicked hair. adorable. "sorry okay?!" he said in a tone that suggests he's in fact- not at all sorry. "it's fine rafe." "no,no it's not I pushed into you." he insists. "RAFE!! Your always pushing into me, staring, getting jealous! WHAT THE HELL IS IT THAT YOU WANT FROM ME? WHAT ARE WE RAFE!?" he looks at me with angry eyes. I can feel eyes on me now, burning into me, the quietness even worse, almost as loud as screaming. his arm, like lighting pulls me into a bathroom. pinning me against the wall he started "you don't FUCKING talk to me like that." he was getting red and flushed, The silence of me making him question,wonder. leaning down his kiss on my raspberry colored lips was electric, it made my senses strengthen newly aware of how the dress felt on my knees,elbows. now aware of how my mascara held on my eye lashes. that was all tooken
away at the snap of the fingers, he pulled away.  "your so pretty" shit, I could have been on my knees right there but, then he leaned in again and threw out passion at my lips. I felt his hand travel down to my heat, entering it. moans escaped my lips traveling into his mouth. making eye contact with me he grabbed my waist tightly and placed me on the bathroom counter. "can I?" he asks while placing his hand under my long red dress, I nod. "use your words baby." "y-yes you can" this is going to definitely - be a night to remember. he places his hand on my cl*t circling it. damn it was so sensitive. I felt a wave of overstimulation take over me, "r—rafe" I moan. he looks up making - and holding eye contact, then stops. "get off the damn counter" he says, a look in his eye of eagerness. I flip my body off the counter, in the blink of an eye he turns me around- bending me over the counter. he lifts up my skirt and pushes his length into me. "ahh rafe, mm that feels so good" "it feels good?" he says teasingly as he goes fast and hard. "y-yess" I say my climax far way but pleasure still floating through my nerves- like wind. moans fall from my lips, "shh be quiet baby." he says while cupping my mouth. I felt a brisk, sharp slap hit my ass and a wave of heat go over it. "r-rafe I'm gonna cum" he uncups my mouth "scream my name as soon as you do" almost immediately I started spitting out his name loudly, he pulls out and cum sprays all over my dress. I

was right. this definitely was a night to remember