#rafesugar

warnings: s2 rafe, size difference, p in v, unprotected sex, rafe being 9 inches

rafe thrusted into you with no warning, stretching your poor little cunt. “one.” you let out a gasp, finding it difficult to adjust already. “two.” he drilled further into you. you held your breath, preparing for the next. “three.. don't forget to breathe, baby.” he taunted. his hands were gripping on your hips so tightly as he restrained himself from going any faster. “four.” he let out a grunt, the walls of your cunt gripping tightly onto him. “y-you're being cruel, rafe!” you looked up at him, your bottom lip wobbling. “me? cruel? never.” he chuckled. he was going so painfully slow, making sure you felt every inch of him. “annnd that's five.” he had a smirk on his lips as he watched you struggle. you felt so full. “six” he violently slammed into you. his tip kissing your cervix. you let out a cry, looking up at him with those eyes. you reached your limit. “three more. think you can handle that, baby?” he took his from your hip, running it through your hair. “mm-mm no more” he let out a hum, moving his hips as if he was about to thrust into you. you let out a groan, glaring up at him. he raised his hands up in surrender “no more, no more. i swear” he cupped your face, placing a kiss on your temple.

pt. 2 here

warnings: s2 rafe, nsfw, sex talk, rafe being a little mean at first, reader being horny

you were laying on the bed, rafe's sheets tangled around your body, your laptop sitting snuggly on your lap, rafe was playing a video game with topper and kelce. he was shouting at his friends about some in game strategy while you were adding things to your wishlist. rafe's eyes were narrowed to screen, his knuckles turning white around the controller. “top, you fucking peice of shit, you're gonna cost us!”

your wishlist started off with mini skirts then nightgowns then lingerie until you found yourself stumbling on a dirty website, looking at toys that made you press your thighs together when you imagined how they would feel like inside of you. but that was until a baby pink dildo caught your eye. it looked heavenly and the colour was just too pretty to pass. it matched with your favourite babydoll nightgown you clicked on it, skimming over its details. your eyes darting back and forth from the words to the image, feeling that same flutter in your tummy rafe gives you.

you wanted to get rafe's attention. you wanted to show him what you wanted. “ray.” you call out, interrupting their gaming session. “one sec, love.” rafe said through gritted teeth, he was not in a good mood. his frustration was growing as he continued to lose the game. he was so focused on winning.

you roll your eyes, deciding to read the reviews. you got too caught up in the words, you didn't even notice realise that rafe was peeking over your shoulder. “the fuck are you looking at?” he said, his voice bitter. “i wanna try it” you tilt your laptop to show rafe. "the hell you do." he says, his face filled with anger and jealousy. he's outraged you'd even think about putting something inside you "you're not putting some fucking dildo up your pussy." he closes your laptop with one hand with a slam. “what? scared it'll feel better than you?” you bite back, raising your eyebrows.

rafe was standing beside your spot on his bed. his arms crossed, towering over you with his muscular frame. "because it's fucking disgusting and you don't need it, that's what." he says, his voice rising in anger. "you're not fucking around on a dildo. you have me.” “ugh you're being impossible.” you say, dramaticalllyyy rolling your eyes. “i really wanna try it, rafe.”

"you're not trying anything!" he yells, his tone making your brows furrow slightly. "you could get the damn thing stuck inside you.” he rubs his temples. "are you seriously that horny to do some shit like that?" he asks suspiciously. “what am i not enough?” he said, crouching down to your level he grabs your face roughly, his fingers digging into your cheeks "because let me tell you something, baby. the only thing you're riding until you're screaming and cumming is my fucking dick. not some dildo. you got that?" he squished your cheeks together even more, his grip firm. "tell me you understand.” you nod, looking up at him “good.” rafe let out a sigh at the sad look on your face. “i got the real thing, alright? me.”

a few nights later, rafe entered the bedroom with a grin “hey baby, i got you something” he said, holding a pink box with a ribbon. you squealed with happiness at the sex toy, pulling him onto the bed by his bicep and giving him a thousand kisses as thank yous. he couldn't help seeing you not getting what you wanted. you had him wrapped around your finger. rafe sat you on his lap, wrapping his arms around you. “but you're not allowed to play without me, got it?”

warnings: s2 rafe, overstimulation, fingering, rafe getting a little bit aggressive, mean!rafe if you squint, heavily inspired by that scene in buffalo 66 where billy leaves layla in the motel

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you were woken by faint rustling in the motel room. your eyes adjusted to the dim light just enough to make out rafe’s silhouette as he slid something sleek and metallic out of the room’s vault. “what are you doing…” you mumbled sleepily, unsure if he even heard you. as your eyes got used to the dim light, you realized he was about to leave. you sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes. “where are you going?” you ask in a panic, your eyes following his every move.

“i'm getting something taken care of, but for the meantime, you need to stay here” rafe said, your eyes making out the gun metal in his hand. “why can't i come with you?” you didn't want rafe to leave, ever, and especially not at this time. it was dark and quiet, too quiet.

rafe paused, his gaze steady on yours. “if someone finds you, they’ll take you away from me. we don’t want that now, do we, doll?” he said, his tone monopolizing. “when are you coming back?” he exhaled sharply, his irritation growing with each question. “you really gonna start this again? why would i even leave you, baby? really leave you.” he scoffed before taking his keys from the table.

“i really like you, rafe. i'm gonna be really sad if you don’t come back.” you prop yourself up on your knees, looking up at him. he froze in his tracks, his eyes narrowing. why couldn't you just trust him? “i’m coming back! goddammit..” his voice rose before he caught himself, throwing the keys at the tv, shattering the motel's property. you jumped at the sound, squirming in bed with unease. rafe let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. he tossed his gun onto the armchair, the pistol falling at its cushion. “look. look, baby, i'm sorry.. you really want me to stay?

“no.” you had a small pout on your face, but no way were you gonna admit that you wanted him to stay, especially not out loud. “no?” rafe let out an amused chuckle, getting in bed and pulling your hips onto his lap. “my baby doesn't want me to stay?” he teased before wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you in place as his other hand reached for your panties, ripping them off you.

he wasted no time, slamming two fingers in until he was knuckles deep. you winced at the intrusion, your walls fluttering against him. “r-rafe!” you bury your face against the pillows to muffle your moans. “shhh” he pumped his fingers in and out at an unforgiving pace, the room filled with the sound of your whining and whimpering, as well as the squelches of your sweet little cunt.

you let out a whine, kicking him and pushing his hand away in attempts to get him to stop or at least slow down. “no no no. what happened to the ‘i really like you, rafe’ bullshit, hm?” he curled his fingers to hit that soft spot of yours. you let out a cry as your orgasm hit you harder than the previous ones where he alternated between torturing your clit and drilling into your abused hole. “n-no more! no more!” you cried, kicking him in attempts to get away. “acting so needy and the second i give it to you, you don't want it? well too bad ‘cause you're gonna take what I give you.”

warnings: s2 rafe, exbf!rafe, cocaine, violence, p in v, unprotected sex, hate sex, finger sucking, size kink, toxic!rafe, toxic!reader, reader not caring about rafe beating someone up

rafe pulled up to the party in his motorcycle, carrying a case of beer in one and as he walked into the mansion. “where's top?” he looked at kelce, who just shrugged, preoccupied with a girl on each arm as he sat at the center of their attention. “dunno” kelce mumbled before saying a joke, making both the girls laugh.

rafe let out a scoff, setting the beer down on the kitchen counter before wandering around the mansion. he was about to take a turn and go out to the pool when something caught his eye, a head of hair waaay too familiar in a tiny dress he immediately hated. he gritted his teeth and took a few strides closer, only to find you sitting on a man's lap.

the man was gripping your jaw, rubbing coke on your gums with his index finger. you were looking up at him, your gaze lingering a little too long as you sucked on his finger. a familiar cologne filled your senses, but before you could register it as rafe's, you heard the heavy sound of knuckles against bone.

rafe's fist plowed into the side of the man's face, his head snapping violently. the man was quick to get up, but he was careful to slide you off his lap. the man sized up rafe before shoving him. “what the fuck is your problem? huh? what the fuck is your problem!” he lunged at rafe, slamming his fist against the square of the rafe's jaw. rafe faltered for a second before taking the man down and pinning him onto the ground, gripping on his collar so harshly the man couldn't breathe.

rafe then reached for an empty beer bottle, smashing it against the side of the table, small shards of glass shattering. but before he could do more, he caught a glance of you, completely unbothered and fed up with his bullshit. you were sitting at the very same spot, lighting up a cigarette. you didn’t even bother to turn your head, to take a look at him, at what he was doing behind you. that gave the man the chance to get away, taking the glass out of rafe's hand. “you fucking psycho!” he yelled, scrambling far far far away from rafe.

rafe was furious. he made his way towards you, standing right in front of you as you stayed seated on the couch. “who the fuck is he, huh? who the fuck is he.” he let out a scoff when you stayed silent. “you know what he is? he's a coward.” he snatched the cigarette away from your fingers, tossing it onto the floor, crossing his arms while you shot him a glare. “really? i think you're a little bruised.” you taunted. “what are you gonna do, hm? clean me up?” he looked down on you, a smirk playing on his lips. “oh fuck you.” you scoffed. “i like that idea, that's a better idea.” rafe grinned ear to ear.

“you're an asshole” you muttered as you sank down onto rafe, his dick practically splitting you open. “yeah?” his grip on your hips tightened as he guided you, your hands falling onto his chest. you let out a sob, squeezing your eyes shut as your walls flutter around rafe, your whole body going limp.

he flipped you onto your back, placing kisses all over you as he pounded into you. he was relentless, going at an unforgiving pace. “r-rafe, please!” your nails dragged down his back while he took out all his pent up jealousy with each stroke of his hips “sitting on a his fucking lap, letting him put his flithy finger in your mouth. i never once let you touch that shit.” you let out a sob with his every thrust. “it's not good for you” he then took a hand off your hip, placing it on your tummy and gently pressing down on the bulge. “neither are you” you choke out, your second orgasm hitting you harder than the first.

rafe getting jealous over a $ex toy pt. 2

pt. 1 here

warnings: s2 rafe, nsfw, edging, orgasm denial

just thirty minutes in and tears were streaming down your reddened cheeks as rafe pushed the toy in and out of you at a cruel pace, making sure it hit deep every fucking time. you were a mess of whimpers and whines. rafe caught you using the dildo he bought without his permission while he was out helping his father out with cameron development and now you were paying the price. hands bound together with rafe's belt and your own dildo abusing your pussy.

“r-ray, please!” you were getting close, really close. your mouth was about to make an ‘o’ as you were at the brink of an orgasm and that was when rafe took out the pink dildo for the sixth time now. “i'm not stopping until you're fucking sick and tired of this pathetic excuse of a fake penis.” he said, proud but not satisfied at the relentless expression on your face. “so so so desperate” he tapped the tip of the toy harshly on your neglected clit.

“couldn't even wait till i got home.” rafe let out a scoff, shaking his head. “i-i couldn't help it!” you whine, drawing blood from your lip from how hard you were biting down on it. “you were gone for a really long time, rafe.” you say tugging on the restraint on your wrists. rafe's eyes narrowed, clenching his jaw “and that makes it right?” he forced the dildo back into your poor little hole, the swift motion causing you to let out a sharp gasp at the sudden intrusion.

"shh." he silenced you with a kiss, his free hand gripping your hips tightly to keep you still. he breaks the kiss and pushed the dildo in down harder into you, making it go even deeper. you cry out into his mouth, feeling the toy hit your cervix. he catches your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently before kissing you again. you were getting closer, your cunt on the brink of fluttering around the dildo. he pulled it out again as soon as he noticed your expression. “fuck you” you whine, getting even more frustrated. rafe let out a dark chuckle. “you're sleeping with it tonight.”

you woke up the next day with an achy cunt from being filled all night yet you were still so sexuallyyy frustrated from not having an orgasm.