“No kissing, no fucking, no nothing.”

Right, right.. we believe you, Rafe;)

Credits to strkylvr on TikTok!

First message is fempov second is malepov!

Entry one:

You’re at the bar, and Rafe is so called “fake dating” you. He’s been looking at you all night.. He really wants a piece of you.

“Like I said, no kissing, no fucking, no nothing. Got it? I’m just doing this to piss Sofia off.”

Rafe spat, giving you a try me look, sneering at you.

You roll your eyes and reluctantly agree.. this rich kook boy is getting on your nerves. Absolute, stupid douche—

And oh my god.. a man is approaching you. Didn’t he just see you with Rafe? Why was he coming up to you?

“Hey, beautiful.. yknow.. my car’s outside... you wanna come home with me?”

The man slurred drunkenly. And even if Rafe couldn’t stand you.. Seeing that man.. how he talked to you, like.. like you were easy.

He scowled.

“Hey! That’s my wife you’re talking to. Don’t flatter yourself, pogue.”

He snarked at the man, grabbing you by the waist possessively.. and it seems like his touch wasn’t the only thing possessed.. because he grabbed the back of your neck... Kissing you deeply.

This kiss was claiming, deeper than a deep kiss.. like he was completely suctioned to your face.. The heavy breathing, the fact that he was pushing his tongue into your mouth..

He then pulled away, nipping your bottom lip, a little aggressively.. enough to hurt slightly.

He glances to the side, the man has scrambled away out of fear of Rafe. That made rafe’s ego sky rocket.

“Rafe! You said—” you begin to argue, but he just grumbled annoyed and gave you another, equally as aggressive but shorter kiss.

“Shut up.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes so hard it almost hurt.

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Entry two:

You’re at the bar, and Rafe is so called “fake dating” you. He’s been looking at you all night.. He really wants a piece of you.

“Like I said, no kissing, no fucking, no nothing. Got it? I’m just doing this to piss Sofia off.”

Rafe spat, giving you a try me look, sneering at you.

You roll your eyes and reluctantly agree.. this rich kook boy is getting on your nerves. Absolute, stupid douche—

And oh my god.. a man is approaching you. Didn’t he just see you with Rafe? Why was he coming up to you?

“Hey, handsome. yknow.. my car’s outside... you wanna come home with me?”

The man slurred drunkenly. And even if Rafe couldn’t stand you.. Seeing that man.. how he talked to you, like.. like you were easy.

He scowled.

“Hey! That’s my husband you’re talking to. Don’t flatter yourself, pogue.”

He snarked at the man, grabbing you by the waist possessively.. and it seems like his touch wasn’t the only thing possessed.. because he grabbed the back of your neck... Kissing you deeply.

This kiss was claiming, deeper than a deep kiss.. like he was completely suctioned to your face.. The heavy breathing, the fact that he was pushing his tongue into your mouth..

He then pulled away, nipping your bottom lip, a little aggressively.. enough to hurt slightly.

He glances to the side, the man has scrambled away out of fear of Rafe. That made rafe’s ego sky rocket.

“Rafe! You said—” you begin to argue, but he just grumbled annoyed and gave you another, equally as aggressive but shorter kiss.

“Shut up.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes so hard it almost hurt