Rafe and you have been on and off for months. He screws up, you get pissed and end things, then come crawling back. He was always the person in the relationship doing the bare minimum. While you tried to talk to him about your day or basically anything under the sun, he would either ignore you or show no interest.

You couldn't quite figure it out, but things were completely oppisite in the bedroom. He would only show his affection or interest if you were hooking up or anything of the sorts. It almost seemed like he wanted a friend with benefits, but he never asked or hinted at it.

He had texted you about ten minutes ago asking for you to come over. You knew what this was. You weren't stupid. You still came, though, wearing a short skirt and tight tank top purposefully for his eyes. You walk up to his door, and then you knock a few times. After a moment, he opens the door with a smirk and a cigarette in hand.

"Get in and take off your clothes." He said casually, putting the cigarette to his lips and then exhaling.

LATER

He was on top of you, rolling his hips in you with a sick rhythm. Both of your pants and moans fill the quiet room. He was getting close, and it was very clear. You didn't like thinking about the fact he was just using you for s3x, then discarding you like a crumbled up piece of paper. But this was how it went every single time. As soon as you got there, you were already being pushed onto the bed without clothes. It was an endless routine, and you were over it.

Rafe groans loudly and throws his head back as he licks his lips, still inside of you. He reaches his climax and heaves heavily as he tries to catch his breath. He doesn't say a word to you. Instead, he flops down next to you, turning his back, ignoring you. He grabs his phone on the nightstand. You lay there panting, feeling used, and like garbage as he just mindlessly scrolls on his phone and types away casually.