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𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: MDNI! 18+, smut, language, mentions of blood, reference to fighting, oral (both receiving), kinda mean!rafe (slight degradation), innocent!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: bully!rafe stumbles upon your home after sorting someone out and asks you to patch him up…

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: sorry it’s been so long since i’ve posted a fic i’ve been super busy studying and this has been rotting in my drafts for like a week cus i couldn’t be bothered to edit it! 😐 also i know it’s not heavy on bully rafe so sorry it’s kinda just for the backstory and reader is kinda innocent! 💐🪽🧸

there was not a single positive thing you could say about rafe cameron. asshole extraordinaire. the boy who’s been picking on you and making your life a living hell for as long as you can possibly remember. all the way from kindergarten to your senior year in high school, he’s been relentless. stealing your backpack and tipping the contents out in the middle of the corridor, classic. when you find peace at lunch time, he steals your tray, classic. catcalling and yelling at you with his cronies when you walk past in the halls, classic.

when you think you’ve managed to avoid him today you haven’t. he always finds a way to make your life miserable.

it used to just be name calling and hair pulling in the playground.

but now? now, his goal is to make you wish you were dead, clearly.

you sigh softly as you mull over the events of today. your knees pressing into your cream velvet stool.

1. rafe threw a rock hard apple at you.

2. rafe opened your locker and stole your lunch bag.

3. rafe called you a “miserable slut” whilst you walked past.

classics. playing some soft music, you stare into your vanity mirror and squeeze out the remaining water from your freshly washed hair. rafes probably having fun with his pals, plotting the next way to make me cry.. great, best look forward to tomorrow.. you think as you slip on your clean pajamas and apply a light body lotion to your skin, the light floral scent swarming your nose and pushing away the thoughts. you wander across your room to your double bed. the pale pink canopy wilting in the evening breeze currently drifting through the slightly ajar window. your plushies aligned perfectly on the side you don’t sleep, and the similar baby pink and cream blankets and throws that cover the sheets. the light rain taps against the window quietly, almost human like, begging to be let inside. turning off the various lamps that were casting a warm glow around your small room, you slip under the blankets and drift into safe sleep.

tap tap tap

you bolt upright, panting as you stare at your alarm clock on your bedside table.

02:01

it glares back at you. must’ve been a bad dream..

tap tap tap

just the rain.. it’s gotten heavier.. you groan as you lay back under the covers, tucking them under your chin.

tap tap tap

what the fu-

whispers.

“hello? who’s there?” you question. becoming more alert, you slip out of bed and scuttle towards your windows. two identical double-hung cream painted windows, currently covered with the same pale pink curtains your daddy used for your canopy. pulling the right window’s curtain back slowly, you sigh in relief. only for the tapping to start again.

tap tap tap

you drop the thin fabric, watching it float back into place from the evening breeze dancing through your other window. hastily stepping left to the other window and pulling back the curtain.

ta-

on the other side, rafe fucking cameron. his left hand raised and frozen, caught during his action of knocking at your window. his fingers adorned with his usual arrangement of gold rings. his knuckles, painted in a maroon. dried blood. his face? lip split, blood flowing freely into his mouth and down to his chin. his right eye, seems as if it’s been dipped in and out of an array of blue and purple paints. his bangs stick flat to his forehead, slick with rain. his what seems to be grey t-shirt, now practically black and plastered to his broad chest. and he’s smirking.

bastard!

you pull up the bottom half of you window, rain spilling onto your light oak floors, pooling like tears. “rafe?” heading tilting, you exclaim in confusion. “wh-what- it’s 2am!”

“i know- i know- just let me in goddamn it!” he hisses, glancing back at rest of your idyllic cul-de-sac in fear. the identical rainbow of houses wrapping around the weary asphalt road. the identical front porches, a rocking chair, a dog bed. the identical front gardens, a flower bed, a stray hose.

you hold out your hand, the harsh night rain pelting onto your skin. rafe grabs it, firm and solid as he clambers into your room.

shutting the window, you must admit the sight of him in your room is rather funny. this imposing, bloodied, muscular man stood in the midst of your bedroom. the same bedroom with plushies, makeup and frilly pastel lingerie scattered around.

shifting his weight slightly and wincing, rafe groans “look.. doll… i was hoping you’d patch me up?”

patch him up? that’s all? he hasn’t come to play some sick trick on you?

“is that all?” you mumble, terrified of what he has planned for you

he nods sharply. “oh..okay..” you murmur before practically running to your small en-suite to grab the first aid kit you keep in there.

scowering through the tiny cabinets that line one of the walls, you snatch the first aid kit and scamper back to rafe. rafe who is now sat on your bed. your pink bed.

letting out a small giggle at the sight, your hand smacks to your mouth in embarrassment.

“what’s funny doll?” rafe smirks, his lips curling softly at the edges, lifting his bloodied face in amusement.

“n-nothing..” you grumble as you hastily move to stand in front of him and you start attending to his various wounds.

a moment. two. three.

oh god this is horrible.. why you?!

“rafe?” you pause. “what happened? why are you here?”

he gaze flits up, meeting yours far too quickly. his ocean like pools of eyes flowing into your vision, consuming your mind.

“what happened?” you repeat softly, trying to break through his rough shell.

he scoffs, sharp. “nothing you should worry your pretty little head about doll. just boys being boys.”

“i mean-“ you question, growing bolder “why are you here?”

he sighs, clearly torn between telling you the truth and telling you lies. “look doll…” another sigh, his hand rakes down his face and his rings catch the dim glow of your fairy lights and lamps scattered around your room. “you-“ a sigh. “you were the only person i could come to.” he exhales sharply. twisting the signet ring on his index finger.

you scoff, sharp and dismissive. “no i wasn’t, you’ve come to play some sick prank on me. just get it over with rafe. please.” you retorted, leaving the room in silence. your manicured hands drift back to the horrible green first aid kit, laying open next to rafe’s thigh. reaching for some more gauze, his large hand engulfs yours.

“doll- please don’t think of me like that” rafe explains. his thumb starting to smooth your skin.

“like what?!” you snap and drop the gauze, tugging your hand out of his before turning your back on him and rummaging through your vanity. the bright white lights of the hollywood mirror shining in your eyes as you pull and rag open every draw possible. dying for a distraction. “think that you’re some bully? because you are rafe!” you pant, moving around your room. your feet connecting with the floorboards as you move swiftly, picking up stray clothes, panties and socks. shoving them into your wash basket before straightening your plushies that align your shelves. watching your with their black beaded eyes.

“doll!” he snaps. causing you to freeze and turn to him. “i’ll explain- but my eyebrow is still split..” he states reluctantly. you pad over to stand in front of him, legs unsteadily swaying as you gather the supplies and lean closer to him. holding your breath, your gentle hands working nimbly on his eyebrow. applying the gauze and tape steadily, despite the small pit of worry forming low within your stomach. you crouch slightly, making both of your eyes level. his ocean blue eyes pouring into your soul and drawing you in, like a fish on a hook. his calloused hands cradling the back of your neck, the immense heading overwhelming your senses. all you can feel is him. the coldness of each ring digging into your skin.

“doll..” he whispers, stroking the nape of your neck, fingers tangling and tugging in your hair, hauling you forwards until your lips crash together.

it’s not soft, nothing like you imagined your first kiss to be like. it’s all teeth and tongue. his teeth clashing against yours as he threatens to fuse himself with you. his tongue slipping past your agape mouth, exploring your mouth. his lips keep moving, his tongue sliding through your cheeks and teeth. it’s all passion, nothing soft, nothing gentle. it’s all rafe. all consuming. and before you know it, your tugged onto his lap. his hands roaming your curves, squeezing your ass whilst he tugs your hair. his hand trail up to your breasts, touching and kneading every inch of flesh on your body before he reaches them. suddenly, it’s all gone. all the heat, all the passion. his lips.

he’s stopped?

awkwardly blushing, you turn your head adverting your gaze. “oh god-“ you squeak, petrified. “i’m sorry! it was my first kiss and i..”

a rough hand in your jaw. his hand, snapping your head back in line with his.

“shut up.” he snaps before gesturing to the- oh fuck! that’s big!- the outline of his cock in his dark, rough denim blue jeans. still some blood splatted on in little drops every here and there but fuck.. that’s his dick?

you can feel the heat rushing to your face and tinging the tips of your ears pink.. “i.. i… i did that?” you mumble. your gaze looking at anywhere but his. looking past his shoulder, observing each of your plushies, looking at your nails, how the polish on your pinky has slightly chipped.

“look at me when i speak to you doll” he retorts, snatching your jaw in one rough hand again, his callouses a sharp contrast to your smooth skin. “you did that, and you’re going to sort it. understand?” his eyes locking on yours, searching for an answer.

“h-how..” you whisper, still trying to squirm away from him.

“suck me off on your knees in lingerie like a good pretty thing.” he grins wickedly, his dimples flashing in pure sadistic glee.

forcing your eyes shut as tightly as possible, trying to wake up from this some sort of dream or nightmare.

you can feel the wave of hot breath pass over your face as he scoffs and brings your face closer to his.

“i want you to choke on my cock doll.”

opening your eyes slowly, lushes fluttering weakly, like butterflies trapped in a cage. you stand. and start to work at taking off your pyjamas. peeling away your pale pink babydoll, you drop it in his lap as you stand there before him. in nothing but a matching bubblegum pink lace thong and identical lace bra.

“knees.” rafe commands, making a downwards movement with two fingers, before disregarding your babydoll behind him somewhere on the floor.

you drop to your knees and kneel as your eyes stayed glued to rafes movements. his belt buckle clinks as he slides it off and tosses it. the same with his dark denim jeans. and now all you can see is the angry red tip of his cock seeping with pre-cum as it peers out of his calvin klein’s. watching him sliding them down his muscular thighs and throw them onto your bed, you whine. thighs pressing together as you can’t help the wave of arousal that passes over you. parting your lips willingly, your tongue shoots out to the tip. lapping at the pre-cum like a kitten with milk. rafe shifts, pushing his hips up, forcing it into your mouth.

“do it fuckin’ properly yeah?” he threads his fingers into your locks once again at pushes your throat down. the warmth of your throat enclosing his veiny cock fully as you whine and gag.

“there we are huh.” a sharp laugh “fuck doll- i love this goddamn pretty mouth, so warm and soft..”

you blubber, gasp for air through your nose, beg to the gods above to keep your lungs working as you continue to choke around his thickness. tears streaming freely down your face, onto your neck and breasts. hollowing your cheeks, you attempt to at least try to bob your head up and down but fuck was it hard. fuck was his dick big. you can hear rafes moaning and profuse sounds floating out of his mouth get more excessive. until your head is suddenly pulled off him.

“‘m close..” rafe whines, as his hand wraps around the base of his angry cock an starts to pump up and down, up and down. you whine in unison, as you rest your cheek on his knee, rubbing it back and forwards. begging for more. “doll!-“ he moans as he strokes your damp hair and ropes of cum come shooting out of the head of his cock. dripping down your neck and onto your chest. “fuck.” he pants before pulling your onto his lap.

“is my little slut needy hm?” rafe asks, his head tilting to one side in mock concern before slipping off your tiny bra and ragging your panties down. pressing your fleshy thighs together in part need and part embarrassment, rafe scoffs and pries them open with both of his hands. “no hiding from me, i wanna see this little pussy, lay down.” he jerks his head in the direction of the rest of your bed, signalling for you to wait for him. you hum an agreement as you crawl from his lap onto your pink covers and bundles of blankets. you watch him closely as a wide smirk pulls against his face as he brings his eyes level to your still clamped shut thighs.

“ah ah, no hiding from me. what did i say doll? open.” he commands as he taps your thigh once.

immediately parting your thighs, you watch as his grin becomes bigger. you can see him inspecting over detail of your folds and nub, planning and plotting. “fuck doll..” he says with a low chuckle, “she’s so pretty and wet huh? and your damn hole is clenching on nothing… how about i change that hm?” he rumbles.

the word “change” shoots to your head. fuck! nodding over and over again, you let out a string of yeses and moans. pleading for his touch, his relief. feeling his fingers snake up your inner thigh and prod your glistening folds, you whine and buck your hips needily. “sh sh now doll, patience” he murmurs as you watch his tongue connect with your nub. letting out a shrill cry, his tongue plunges deeper into your hole. fuck he looked beautiful, his curtain bangs sweaty, dried blood crusting on his face and patches of tape and gauze laying dotted around his face.