#enemy rafe

-enemy!Rafe x Reader

-warnings: smut, slight degradation nd praise, slapping, possession kink. + no mentions of yn

You knew Rafe Cameron was an asshole, and one of your biggest haters. You could not breathe near him, he would go out of his way to make you suffocate. So you decided to go to parties, trying to escape him, but how can a frat boy like Rafe Cameron not be in every single party you went to, it was like he teleported everywhere. 

“You're not coming here.” he stands beside the door of the frat house, one hand on the doorway, blocking your entry. 

“Says fucking who Rafe? You don't own this house.” you snap back, crossing your arms, steam ready to blow out of your ears.

“No, but I live here, you're not stepping foot here.” 

“Im entering this goddamn house if i want to and im going to flirt with all of your brothers and youre just going to have to cuck and cry, now fucking move!” 

“Thats exactly why you're not entering.”

“Are you serious right now? They are all yours buddy, no need to be jealous.” you say in a fake, sarcastic tone, rage filling your body.

He chuckles, brushing his hair back with one of his hands, face dropping back to serious in seconds. “I don't care about that, YOU aren't flirting with them, not under my watch.”

You groan, stomping one of your heeled boots at the concrete ground. “What the fuck?! You don't have a say at this, Rafe, you're not my boyfriend!”

“No, im not.”he lowers his head, maining eye contact, millimeters away from you

“But i fucking own you.”

….

You're folded in half, one firm hand gripping your left hip so hard you're sure is going to bruise later, his other hand above you as he pounds into you, relentlessly, you keep squirming under his touch, his dick hitting your spot occasionally, making your hips jump. He grunts, wasting no time to move one hand and wrap it on the side of your neck, keeping you secure in place as he continues to pound furiously inside you, making the bedframe crash with the wall.  

“Fuck, fuck, Rafe, im so so close.” you moan his name like a prayer as he hits your sweet spot over and over again. He grunts in response, “Cum on my dick, pretty. Show me how much of a slut you can be for me.” hips moving faster than you thought they could. Every sensation, his brutal pace, the slight curve of his hips at the movements, his words, the sweat forming on your chest and forehead, his gaze burning yours, it's tipping you over the edge by each passing second. Your eyes shut as you feel your orgasm washing through, you clench around him, preparing for that knot in your stomach to unravel. But he pulls all the way out, making you gasp, and before you can open your eyes in surprise, a slap across your face does the job. As you're about to ask, he cuts in.

“Look at me when I ruin you, I told you I fucking own you, and that means your going to do as I say, now lets try again.”

enemy!Rafeis big, 8 inches when hard in length and 7 innches in thickness, he has 3 prominent veins, a flushed pink tip and heavy balls. he will always give it to you all the way. Hold you as he pins you to the door of the country club bathroom stall, taking his anger out when he saw you being extra kind to one of the kook guys. He takes you mid work, not caring if anyone notices, he wants them to know.

enemy!Rafeloves humiliating you, trip you when you have drinks in your tray, not hard enough to make you fall but enough to spill some of the drink off the glass, earning a critical look from your boss and the guests. Calling you "sloppy" and "distracted". You have gotten 5 talks this past weeks and you're on the verge of being fired. You catch Rafe before he leaves, walking heavily as anger fills your body the closer you get. He notices, he lives for it. You close the gap with a slap straight to his face, making his grin widen more. "You that angry baby? You should understand that I need you fired so I can take care of you."

"Are you fucking crazy?! I need this job! Of course I'm fucking angry."

"Is that so? Let me make it cum out of you."

enemy!Rafe cant get his eyes off you, goes to the country club frequently just to have eyes over you and will always grab you aside during your breaks, always complaining. "Why did you smile at him?" "Do you like him?" "You need attention that bad, slut?". You hiss at him at the moment, always telling him to fuck off, but he owns you, and you love it. Hes even more possessive in bed, always filling your ear with filthy degrading words, always adding to your pleasure. He will grab your hands, lifting your torso and keeping you in place with one hand on your ass. Clap! His palm will smack firmly on your ass, making you wince in that pain that melts into pleasure immediately. He pounds into you hard and fast. "You like when I fuck you rough like this?" another smack. "Answer me, you slut." You barley get a "yes" out, the pace making your entire brain fuzzy. "Is my whore already cockdrunk?" he taunts. "Poor thing, too bad I'm going to keep going as long as I fucking want. This pussy belongs to only me, don't you dare fuck anyone else, ill fucking kill them, got it, bitch? Just nod and keep taking it like the filthy slut you are."

enemy!Rafe loves exploring kinks with you, his other hookups lasting no more then 30 minutes, with you, the longest has been 4 hours. He takes time out of his day to search new positions, toys for you, outfits, materials, everything. He doesn't overstep, he might be aggressive in bed but he knows to not limit you only to your sexual relations, which surprised you. He offers, but a no is a no. His favorites are you being dressed up, in skimpy little outfits that barley cover anything, skirt so short they don't even lap over the highest point of the curve of your ass, he makes you put on a show, stripping in front of him, making you grind against him, and he doesn't dare to touch himself until you do it for him. He loves public sex, fucking you in the woods, his house even when he's not alone, on his balcony where any worker or Rose and Ward can see, the country club bathrooms and storage rooms and his favorite, the beach, at night during bonfires, when you both are drunk, at shore, moving your hips in a slow and loving pace as he holds you above him, the sight of you underneath the stars makes his breath hitch.

enemy!Rafe leaves every time he starts showing his feelings, he has major trust issues, both of his parents were pouges and when his mom left, beside the trust issues he developed a big hatred to all pouges to cope. He spoke about his mom once after sex and as soon as your face softened at the sight of his tears, he immediately got up and left. You ignored him after, and that made him even more mad, you got into a huge fight and of course fixed it with sex. That's another Rafe Cameron specialty, avoiding important talks and instead putting a band aid on it, thinking he can fix it, you stood up to him once about it, and his reply was "nothing is ever this serious, just be normal." You hate how you forgive him so easily, how you melt when he treats you good, like a girlfriend. You're used to it now, you know he wants to be more then this, but he will never admit it, and you are okay with that, you learned to let go, be less dependent on his attention, not caring to text first, reply to calls even when your busy, nor to go out of your way to clear your schedule to see him, and he hates it.

-enemy!Rafex Reader

-warnings:smut, hair pulling, mentions of oral (m.recieving) size kink, praise, no use of y/n.

"Holy shit.." you lay on the middle of his bed, muttering under your breath as you take in the sight of him in front of you, on his knees, pants discarded somewhere on the floor. He looks down where your eyes are glued, he's fully hard, 8 inches on full display, thick, heavy and a slight curve that you know will hit your sweet spot every single time.

-enemy!Rafe x reader -Sharing bed with enemy Rafe and reader has a wet dream

-warnings: sexual content, no use of y/n. Rafes POV: I was still awake, scrolling through tiktok, the low brightness still hurting my eyes in the contrast of the pitch black room, the moonlight not shining enough, covered by the clouds of the previous grainy day. I can only hear the low sound of my phone and the occasional rusting of the sheets as you keep turning in your sleep. After a while it becomes excessive, you keep turning every 5 seconds or so and its becoming unbearable, the noise of the sheets being louder than the low setting of the volume of my phone.

I roll my eyes and huff, turning my back to you as i raise the volume of my phone, still scrolling, and thats when i hear it, something else blending with the main noise, a heavy breathing, along with a soft whimper that made me stop paying attention and freeze my entire body. My heart picks up as i replay everything in my head, trying to understand if I actually just heard that. I switch off my phone, back still turned to see if my mind is playing tricks on me.

I cant help but widen my eyes and smirk when i hear that whimper again. I propping on my elbows while I turn around to face you, the sky already cleared and the light showing everything I was hoping to see. You were on your back now, panting, hands laid on the mattress above your head, sweat already forming there, the heat of the sheets adding in. I immediately swallow before I practically start drooling, grunting when the bulge in my pants gets hard enough to brush the fabric. I fight the urge to whip it out and feed my needs at the sight that I'm sure I'll never get to see again. I shake my head in dismay as i shift down to lay again and i immediately stop when i hear it again, but better. "Mmh.. Rafe… yeah…" you mutter, leaving me in a shock I've never experienced. I stand there, dumbfounded, replaying everything in my head just like 3 minutes ago. You're a whimpering mess now, knowing at what point of the dream you're in. I swear the whole sight stopped my entire world, you, having a wet dream?? And about me?? This just got extremely interesting, and if I'm honest i have no idea what I'm going to do after this. 3rd person POV: You wake up in a gasp, launching forward as you catch your breath, processing everything that you just dreamed about. You reach for your hair, massaging your scalp as you dip your head on your knees, twisting your face when you feel the sticky wetness from your core to your inner thighs. You sigh, about to get up when you finally catch him staring at you like a hawk, his eyes filled with shock but smirk full of amusement. You jump like a cat, completely forgetting he was there, your stomach flips, you went from horny, disgusted but still turned on, scared, shocked and back to horny just in 5 minutes. You are unable to start a sentence right as you try to find your words. "Yo-wh-how- ugh!! What the hell, Rafe! Why are you staring at me like that!! You scared the shit out of me!" "I wasn't sleeping so… you good? Was I killing you in your sleep or somethin' ?" He chuckles, and you hate how your body reacts to that "Ugh what's it to you?! And I wasn't dreaming about you, cocky asshole.." You scoff, turning around and bringing the sheets to cover your shoulders, knowing you're going to melt to a nervous wreck if you keep eye contact anymore. "You sure, sweetheart? Cuz m' pretty sure I heard my name there, sounded like I was killing something else of yours, guess I was being real cocky." He taunts, and you completely freeze at his words, emotions rolling in like a granade. You're speechless, and you decide to stay that way, hoping that he does something about it drops it. You feel a warm arm wrap around your waist and a hot breath tickling your neck. "Want to make your dreams into reality?"