pov. rafe can’t control his anger when he sees you talking to pogues, let alone someone he hates like jj. he’s tired of the excuses, tired of the ‘im here with sarah’ bullshit. he’s making changes now.

notes. i hope i did your imagination justice with this fanfic! ♡ please request more you guys! it’s so fun to create these for you all.

content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, toxic rafe, arguing, angry rafe, jealous rafe, explicit, no proof read, cussing, angry sex, rafe tells u to stfu, rough sex,

rafe knew exactly what kind of trouble the pogues dragged behind them. he’d spent his whole life looking down on them, watching them scrape by, get into fights, chase after things that didn’t belong to them. in his mind, they were reckless, desperate, and always one bad decision away from dragging somebody else down with them.

somebody like you.

you were everything they weren’t. sweet, well liked, the kind of girl people remembered when you walked into a room. people respected your family, respected your name. so when rafe found out you’d been getting tangled up with pogues, it pissed him off more than he could put into words.

he told himself it was because they were using you, that was the story he stuck to.

when things started going sideways, rafe didn’t hesitate. he threw threats around like they were nothing, made it clear exactly what would happen if anybody thought about dragging you into their mess. later, when he tracked some of them down, things got physical. they always did with rafe. he came back bruised and angry, convinced he’d done the right thing.

because in his head, you were the victim every single time.

you could stand there and tell him otherwise until you lost your voice, but it never mattered. rafe saw you as something that needed protecting, whether you wanted it or not. a bunny dropped in the middle of a field full of predators. poor you. always poor you.

what never crossed his mind was the possibility that maybe you actually wanted to be around them.

why would you?

you were a kook. they were pogues. the world was supposed to stay separated like that, unless there was another reason, unless you were hiding something.

rafe’s mind had a habit of turning small things into disasters. he could take a simple conversation and build an entire betrayal out of it before anybody had the chance to explain themselves.

which was exactly what was happening now.

the party carried on around him, music thumping somewhere behind the beach house while people laughed and shouted over each other. none of it registered.

all he could see was you.

you stood farther down the beach near the shoreline, moonlight catching pieces of your face every time you moved. and standing right there with you was jj maybank.

rafe’s jaw tightened. he couldn’t hear what either of you were saying. couldn’t see your expressions clearly. the distance left too much room for his imagination, and that was always dangerous.

his grip around the red solo cup tightened until the plastic crumpled beneath his fingers. topper finally glanced up from his phone, then followed rafe’s stare. his eyes landed on you and jj, topper let out a short scoff. “he’s got balls.” he comments. rafe didn’t answer, he just kept staring.

because the thing about you was that you never listened. not when he told you to stay away from somebody, not when he warned you about people, not when he laid out exactly why somebody wasn’t worth your time.

you always did whatever you wanted anyway. and now you were standing there talking to jj as if you were old friends. rafe could already hear the excuse you’d give him.

sarah.

it was always sarah.

you’d tell him you only went over because of sarah. you’d tell him jj happened to be there. you’d tell him it wasn’t a big deal.

friends.

that was the word you’d use.

friends.

the thought alone made something ugly twist in his stomach.

because rafe didn’t have friends like that. not with people he hated. and he sure as hell didn’t trust anybody else having them either.

so as he watched jj lean closer to say something and watched you laugh at whatever it was, rafe felt his patience start slipping through his fingers, and judging by the way the cup was beginning to crack in his hand, it wasn’t going to last much longer.

you told yourself not to look back toward the party. if you looked back, you’d probably see rafe, and if you saw rafe, you’d probably end up getting dragged into another argument about people he didn’t like.

so you stayed where you were.

jj was talking about something sarah had done earlier, some story that had him shaking his head and laughing under his breath. you found yourself smiling along, arms folded loosely across your chest as the waves rolled over the sand nearby.

it was easy and normal. which was exactly why it became a problem, because farther up the beach, rafe was watching. at first, he tried convincing himself it wasn’t a big deal. you were talking, that was it.

people talked, he knew that, he kept telling himself that. he shifted his weight, looked away, took a drink, tried focusing on literally anything else. the music. the people. topper talking beside him.

nothing worked. every time he looked back, jj was still there. still standing too close, still making you laugh, still looking entirely too comfortable around you, and every second that passed made the pressure building inside rafe worse.

he hated the way jj looked at you, he hated the fact you looked relaxed around him, he hated that you weren’t looking around for rafe, he hated that you didn’t seem worried at all. the cup in his hand finally gave way with a sharp crack.

topper glanced over and rafe didn’t even notice. his eyes never left you, then jj leaned closer to say something. you laughed and that was it.

whatever restraint rafe had been clinging to disappeared.

before he even fully realized what he was doing, he was already moving. his strides were long and angry as he crossed the sand. people stepped out of his way instinctively. something about him looked dangerous enough that nobody bothered stopping him.

your smile disappeared the second you spotted him. “rafe—” you started to say, you barely got his name out. he reached you and immediately shoved jj backward, hard. jj stumbled several steps through the sand before catching himself.

“what the hell is your problem?” jj snapped. rafe completely ignored him at first. his hand closed firmly around your wrist. “come on.” he told you, your brows go into a confused furrow.

“what?” you ask.

“i said come on.” he repeats, anger coating his voice. you dug your heels into the sand. “rafe, stop.” you said. that only made him angrier, because now jj was looking at him, because now jj was standing there like he had some right to be involved, because now you were resisting.

jj let out a disbelieving laugh. “seriously?”

rafe finally looked at him. the expression on his face was enough to make your stomach drop. “you got something to say?” rafe asked, while jj scoffed. “yeah, actually. what the hell is wrong with you?” jj questioned.

rafe took a step forward. “what’s wrong with me?” he echoed. “she’s talking to somebody.” jj continued. “somebody?” rafe repeated. “you’re acting like you’re not a damn pogue.” rafe spat out.

jj rolled his eyes. “here we go.” jj groaned. “don’t stand here acting like i don’t know exactly who you are.” rafe commented. “and who am i?” jj questioned. “some loser hanging around somebody you shouldn’t be anywhere near.” rafe stated.

you immediately pulled against rafe’s grip. “rafe.” you speak up. he didn’t even glance at you, his attention remained locked on jj. jj shook his head. “you know she can decide who she talks to, right?” jj said.

rafe laughed once, a humorless sound. “yeah? and that’s your business?” rafe said, not asking. he didn’t care for answers. “it’s her business.” jj said.

“then why are you answering for her?” rafe asked. the tension between them seemed to tighten with every word.

you could practically feel it. jj stepped forward and rafe stepped forward too, neither willing to back down. “i was talking to her because she’s friends with sarah,” jj said. “that’s it.” jj explained.

rafe scoffed. “friends?” rafe repeated mockingly. “yeah.” jj nods. “bullshit.” rafe barked out. jj’s jaw tightened.

“not everybody’s looking for something all the time, man.” jj stated and that hit a nerve. you saw it happen instantly, something flashed across rafe’s face, something ugly.

because that was exactly how he thought. every interaction had a motive, every person wanted something, every situation hid another problem underneath it.

the idea that somebody might genuinely just be talking to you felt impossible to him.

“you think i’m stupid?” rafe asked. “i think you’re insane.” jj corrected and thick, heavy silence sat between you three. your heart immediately dropped, because you knew that look. you knew exactly what it meant.

rafe’s entire body had gone rigid. his jaw clenched, his eyes locked on jj. and suddenly you weren’t worried about what they were saying anymore.

you were worried about what rafe might do next.

you knew exactly where things were headed, and it wasn’t anywhere good.

his shoulders stayed tense, his jaw locked so hard it looked painful, eyes fixed on jj like he was trying to decide whether or not punching him would be worth the trouble.

you’d seen it before, you knew what happened when rafe got like this. so before either of them could say another word, you grabbed his arm.

“rafe.” you say, he didn’t look away from jj. “rafe.” you repeat, your voice gaining volume. your grip tightened. “let’s go.” you plead.

for a moment, nothing happened. his chest rose and fell heavily, then finally he looked down at you. the anger was still there, still burning, but it softened just enough.

without saying a word, he wrapped an arm around your waist and lifted you clean off the ground.

“rafe!”

your arms immediately flew around his shoulders as the world tilted.

he ignored your protest, ignored the confused looks from people nearby, ignored jj, completely.

he just turned and started walking. sand shifted beneath his boots as he carried you across the beach toward the parking area.

you glanced back once, jj was still standing there, watching.

which only made rafe’s grip tighten. “stop looking at him.” he commands. you sighed. “i wasn’t—”

“you were.” he interrupted. “rafe.” you say and he kept walking. his expression remained hard, completely unreadable. you could practically feel the irritation rolling off him.

“jj and i are friends.” you explain. the words immediately made his jaw tighten.

“friends.” he echoed. “yes.” you say, sighing. “right.” he dryly responds. you frowned. “we are.” you explain. “mhm.” he lazily hums, his tone made it obvious he didn’t believe a word of it.

you adjusted your arms around his shoulders. “i came because sarah invited me.” you explain, and that finally got a reaction.

rafe looked down at you, one eyebrow raised. “yeah?” he asked. “yes.” you reply. “then how come you always end up talking to him?” he questions.

you opened your mouth, closed it, and opened it again. “because he’s around sarah.” you answer. “funny.”

you rolled your eyes. “what’s funny?” you ask, watching his face. “every time.” he starts.

he looked forward again.

“every single time, somehow, you end up standing next to him.” he continues. “because we’re friends.” you speak up. “there’s that word again.” he bitterly said.

you groaned. “oh my god.” you murmur.

rafe let out a dry laugh, not an amused one, the kind that usually meant he was getting irritated all over again.

“you came for sarah?” he interviewed. “yes.” you answer quickly. “how so?” he questioned. “what?”

“how so?” he repeated. “because from where i was standing, sarah wasn’t anywhere near you.” he stated, and you stared at him. “she was literally with me earlier.” you comment.

“earlier.” he scoffs.

you threw your hands up, or at least tried to before remembering he was carrying you. “rafe, people move around.” you explain.

“mhm.” he hums.

“you can’t seriously be mad because i talked to somebody.” you ask, his jaw flexed.

“i can be mad about whoever i want.” he replied, clearly being petty now. “that’s not normal.” you comment.

“didn’t say it was.” he shot back. you sighed heavily. sometimes arguing with him felt like arguing with a brick wall, he knew he was being unreasonable, that was the frustrating part. he just didn’t care.

the parking lot finally came into view, rafe headed straight for his truck, still carrying you, still looking irritated.

“you know what’s crazy?” you said, he unlocked the truck. “what.” he answered. “jj probably likes this.”

rafe stopped, completely. you immediately regretted saying it. his head slowly turned toward you.

“what’d you just say?”

“nothing.” you reply quickly. “no.” he said. his eyes narrowed. “say it again.” he dares. you looked away. “i’m not saying it again.” you state.

rafe stared at you for another second before letting out a sharp laugh, one that sounded entirely humorless. “see, that’s exactly what i’m talking about.” he starts.

“what are you talking about?”

he opened the passenger door. “because now i’m thinking about why you’d even say that.” he adds, you groaned.

“rafe.” you say. “why would that even cross your mind?” he asked. “because i’m trying to explain that this is ridiculous.” you described.

he leaned against the open door, still not putting you down.

“ridiculous?” he echoed. “yes.” you say. “you’re standing on a beach alone with jj maybank.” he begins.

“for five minutes.” you cut him off. “five minutes too long.” he replied bitterly.

you’d ended up at his house without really agreeing to it in any meaningful way.

it was just… where things went after the car ride.

rafe didn’t say much on the way back. you didn’t either. the silence between you two wasn’t calm, it was heavy, like something unfinished sitting in the air, refusing to go away.

when he pulled into his driveway, he acted like nothing had happened at all.

that was his thing.

like if he ignored it long enough, it would stop existing. you didn’t follow him inside. you just did it because there wasn’t really anywhere else to go, and because arguing in public with rafe always made things worse, not better.

now you were in his room, in his bed, facing away from him.

still in your clothes from earlier, curled slightly under the blanket, staring at nothing while the ceiling fan made a slow, repetitive sound above you.

he’d disappeared into the bathroom not long after you got there.

you hadn’t asked where he was going, you hadn’t really asked anything, you just stayed still, like if you stayed small enough, quiet enough, the whole night might pass without another argument.

the sound of the shower running had eventually stopped, and then, after a while, the door opened.

you didn’t turn.

you heard him move around the room anyway. casual, unbothered on the surface, like the entire beach hadn’t just happened.

like he hadn’t shoved someone, like he hadn’t dragged you away, like he hadn’t nearly lost control.

the mattress dipped behind you, you felt him get in, felt the heat of him settle close.

his arm slid around your waist carefully at first, like he was testing whether you’d let him touch you. when you didn’t move, he relaxed into it a little more, pulling you back against his chest.

he pressed a slow kiss to your cheek, then another, softer, closer to your jaw.

“you’re quiet,” he muttered against your skin, voice low, almost careful in a way that didn’t match how he’d been earlier.

you didn’t answer.

his hand moved lightly along your arm, not rushing, just there, like he was trying to anchor you to him without actually saying what he meant.

another kiss, this time to your temple. “i know you’re mad,” he said finally, quieter now, like he was picking his words instead of letting them snap out like earlier. “i shouldn’t have grabbed you like that.” he admits.

but still nothing from you.

your eyes stayed open, fixed on nothing in particular. he exhaled through his nose, a small frustrated breath that he tried to hide by pressing his face closer into your hair.

“i just—” he started, then stopped, like he didn’t like the shape of whatever was coming next. “i don’t like seeing you like that with him.” he comments, but you still didn’t react.

not even a flicker. his hand paused, you could feel the shift instantly.

the patience in him thinning.

he pulled back just slightly, enough to look at you from behind. “are you gonna say anything?” he asked, softer than before, but there was something underneath it now. something sharper.

you kept your silence, that was what changed everything. his arm slowly loosened from your waist. he sat up. the bed shifted with him, you still didn’t turn around

“seriously?” he said, and now the calm was gone from his voice completely. not yelling yet, but close enough that it sat heavy in the room. you heard him move off the bed, heard his feet hit the floor.

“i just came in here and apologized to you,” he continued, pacing once, like he didn’t know where to put his anger now that it wasn’t on jj. “and you’re just gonna ignore me?” he asked.

still nothing, that was the problem. you weren’t arguing, you weren’t reacting. you were just… absent. and rafe didn’t know how to handle that version of you.

he stopped moving.

you finally felt it. the moment he decided this wasn’t going the way he wanted it to. “fine,” he said sharply, voice cutting through the room. “you wanna do that, then do it.” he scoffs.

the mattress lifted again as he grabbed something off the bed, probably his shirt, maybe nothing at all, and you heard his steps head toward the door.

he paused there for half a second, like he was waiting for you to stop him, waiting for anything. when nothing came, he let out a short, irritated laugh that had no humor in it at all, and then he was gone.

the room stayed quiet after he left.

for a few minutes, all you could hear was the ceiling fan turning overhead and the distant sounds of the house settling around you. you kept staring at the wall, stubbornly refusing to move, even though your chest was tight with frustration.

you were angry, not because he was jealous but because he never listened.

every single time something happened, he decided what the truth was before you ever got the chance to explain it. you heard his heavy footsteps again, coming back down the hallway.

your eyes closed briefly, of course he was coming back. he was probably wanting the last word… again.

the bedroom door swung open, this time harder. you didn’t turn around, didn’t even try to acknowledge him. you just listened as he walked into the room.

the silence stretched on and on as he stood there for a moment, looking at you. you could practically feel his stare burning into the back of your head.

he’d stormed out expecting you to stop him, you hadn’t, and now he was even angrier than before.

“what?” he finally said.

his voice was rough and coated in annoyance. he was hurt in a way he’d never admit.

“you wanna fuck him?” you rolled your eyes immediately, you genuinely couldn’t believe he just said that. “oh my god.” you grumble.

“i’m asking.” he said, you pushed yourself upright and finally looked at him. rafe was standing near the end of the bed, arms crossed tightly over his chest. his hair was still damp from the shower, his jaw was tight.

he looked ridiculous, and completely serious.

“or…you wanna date him?” he continued. “is that it?” he asked, you stared at him. “are you listening to yourself right now?” you asked. “answer the question.” he interrupted you. “no.” you answer.

he looked unconvinced, which made you even angrier. “no,” you repeated. “i don’t wanna date or fuck him.” you repeat once more but rafe’s expression didn’t change. “then why are you always around him?” he questioned, you let out a disbelieving laugh. “because he’s around sarah.” you say.

“bullshit.” he scoffs. “it’s not bullshit.” you raise your voice. “you were standing alone with him.” he replied back.

“for five minutes.” you repeat, making sure he could hear how unreasonable he was being. “five minutes.” you repeat, rubbing your face.

you threw your hands up, sighing. “rafe. for five minutes.” you say once again, defeated. he started pacing, you watched him drag a hand through his damp hair.

“you don’t get it.” he said. “no, you don’t get it.” you say, your volume gaining which made him stop, his eyes snapping toward you. “what’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

you climbed off the bed, frustration finally spilling over. “it means i’m tired of this.” you say, and his face stayed frozen. “tired of what?” he asked. “you deciding things for me.” you answer.

his face immediately hardened. “i’m not deciding anything.” he defended himself. “yes, you are.” you reply back and you pointed toward him. “you saw me talking to somebody and immediately decided there was something going on.” you add.

“because there looked like there was.” he said, so clearly lying. “to you.” you cut him off. “to anybody.” he followed up shortly after.

you laughed. “nobody else was acting insane except you.” as soon as you said that it was clear it hit a nerve. you saw it instantly, his jaw flexed and his shoulders stiffened.

“you shoved him.” you mention and he looks as if he doesn’t care. “good.” he replies, you sigh. “rafe.”

he lifted his brow. “what?” he asked, he looked genuinely confused, like he couldn’t understand why that bothered you. “he shouldn’t have been talking to you.” he continued.

“he can talk to whoever he wants.” you correct, and he shakes his head. “not when it’s you.” his words came out so naturally that neither of you spoke for a second afterward.

because there it was, the problem. jealousy. rafe looked away first but you stayed there staring at him.

he has you pinned under him in missionary, your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusts deep inside you, stretching you open with every angry & jealous stroke. his cock fills you completely, thick and relentless, while his eyes burn with jealousy.

“he’s just a friend, rafe,” you gasp, glaring up at him as he drives into you again. “shut up,” he barks out, slamming his hips forward hard, burying himself to the hilt. you roll your eyes at him, defiant even as pleasure shoots through you. “fuck you, rafe. i was just talking to jj—”

the second jj’s name leaves your mouth, rafe fucks you harder, pounding into you with brutal thrusts that make the bed creak. “don’t say his fucking name,” he snarls, one hand gripping your hip to pull you tighter against him.

“he’s just a friend,” you moan, trying to keep arguing even while your body clenches around his cock. “you’re being ridiculous—” you stutter.

rafe laughs low and mean, slowing his strokes to a teasing grind, dragging his cock along that spot inside you until you’re squirming. “yeah? just talking? i don’t believe a fucking word.” then he snaps his hips again, fucking you deep and rough every time jj threatens to slip out again.

“fuck you, rafe,” you yell, nails digging into his shoulders. he leans down, lips brushing yours as he thrusts harder, teasing you by pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. “keep running your mouth about that fuckin pogue and i’ll fuck you until the only name you remember is mine. you’re mine. say it.” but you don’t. instead you roll your eyes again, breathless. “he’s just a friend—”

rafe immediately picks up the punishing pace, hips snapping relentlessly, driving you closer to the edge with every jealous, angry thrust while the argument keeps spilling between moans.

his cock fills you completely, thick and relentless, while his eyes burn with jealousy. “tell me he’s not a friend,” rafe demands, hips rolling slow and deep, grinding against your clit as he stares down at you. “fuck you, rafe,” you snap back, breathless but still defiant, glaring up at him even as your walls clench around his cock.

“what’d you say?” he asks, voice low and daring, slowing his thrusts to a teasing drag that makes you whimper. you open your mouth to repeat it “fuck you” but before the words fully leave your lips, rafe speeds up the pace, slamming into you hard and fast, pounding you into the mattress while he watches your face twist in pleasure.

“watch your fucking mouth,” he growls, one hand gripping your jaw to keep your eyes on him as he fucks you deeper, hips snapping relentlessly every time you try to talk back about jj. he pulls back almost all the way, teasing your entrance with just the tip, then drives in again with a brutal thrust that makes you cry out.

“rafe— fuck—” you cry. “say it again. tell me he’s just a friend,” he taunts, speeding up once more, eyes locked on your flushed face, loving the way you fall apart under him. “go on, baby. i fucking dare you.” he told you.

he leans down closer, getting right in your face, his nose almost brushing yours as he stares you down with dark, furious eyes. his breath is hot against your lips, cock still buried deep inside you, twitching with every angry word.

“s’what i thought. shut the fuck up,” rafe snarls, voice low and venomous, one hand gripping your jaw tighter to keep you locked in place. “i don’t wanna hear another word about him.” he said. but you’re still defiant, chest heaving as you glare right back at him. “jj and i are just friends, rafe,” you bark out, even while your pussy clenches around his thick cock.

rafe’s jaw ticks. “shut. the. fuck. up.” he growls each word through gritted teeth, slamming into you hard with every syllable, pounding you deeper into the mattress. “we’re just friends,” you gasp again, stubborn even as your voice cracks with a moan. you know you’re digging yourself your own grave but you don’t care. you want to win this argument.

“he’s only a friend—”

he gets even closer, forehead pressed to yours, eyes burning into you as he speeds up, fucking you with rough, relentless thrusts that make the bed shake.

“you really don’t know when to stop running that mouth, do you?” he taunts, pulling back just enough to watch your face twist before driving in again, grinding deep and possessive. “keep saying his name and i’ll fuck you stupid until you forget it.” he said, giving you another warning.

“jj and i are just friends, rafe,” you breathe out one more time, rolling your eyes even as your legs tighten around him. rafe laughs darkly, hips snapping faster, harder, his face still inches from yours so you have nowhere to look but him. “yeah? keep telling yourself that.”

he stays right in your face, forehead pressed to yours, eyes blazing as he keeps you pinned beneath him, cock buried deep and throbbing inside your soaked pussy. “its the truth,” you hiss, still defiant even with him stretching you open. “i’m sorry your fragile fucking ego can’t take the truth.” you said bitterly

rafe freezes for a split second, hips stopping mid thrust. “what the fuck you just say?” he demands, voice dangerously low, pulling back just enough to stare straight into your eyes. “you heard me,” you snap back, chest heaving, a smug little smirk tugging at your lips despite how full you feel.

rafe lets out a dark, mocking laugh that sends a shiver down your spine. “oh, i heard you alright,” he chuckles, low and mean, before slamming into you so hard the bed slams against the wall.

he fucks you relentlessly now, hips snapping forward with brutal force, pounding every inch of his thick cock into you over and over. each thrust is deeper, angrier, driving the air right out of your lungs. his face stays inches from yours, watching every flicker of pleasure and struggle cross your expression.

“keep talking shit, baby,” he taunts through another laugh, grinding deep before pulling back and driving in again, faster and harder. “go on. try to run that mouth now.” he whispered.

your words start to break apart into broken moans and gasps, legs shaking around his waist as he fucks you stupid, exactly like he promised. every time you try to form another sentence, he hammers into you even rougher, until all you can manage are whimpers and cries of his name, completely unable to speak anymore.

“that’s what i thought,” he growls, still laughing softly against your lips while he ruins you, hips never slowing. “just moans for me now. good girl.”

he stays buried deep, hips snapping relentlessly as he fucks you through it, your body trembling and tightening around his cock. your orgasm crashes over you hard, walls pulsing and fluttering wildly as you come undone beneath him, soaking his length.

“no more jj,” rafe growls right against your lips, voice rough and possessive while you’re still coming, eyes locked on your face. “no more parties without me being there. no more pogues.” he listed.

you nod quickly, desperately, still shaking and clenching around him as the orgasm rips through you. your head bobs in frantic little nods, moans spilling out broken and helpless while your pussy spasms on his cock, completely surrendering in that moment.

“good girl,” he murmurs, dark satisfaction in his tone as he watches you fall apart, hips grinding deep to drag out every wave of your climax. “keep nodding like that. this pussy knows who she belongs to.” he doesn’t slow down, fucking you through the aftershocks with long, claiming strokes, forehead still pressed to yours so you can’t look anywhere but him.

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Rafe groaned as you cleaned the wound right above his eyebrow. – "Careful" he spoke, pulling away slightly.

You grabbed his head, not hard nor soft, something in between. – "I'm sure it would hurt a lot less if you held still for a moment"

He sighed, clenching his jaw as he leaned back in the chair, letting you continue with what you were doing.

Something tightened in your chest at his actions, you had already apologized on somebody else's behavior so many times this evening. But he didn't seem to care.

– "Rafe, are you mad at me?" You inhaled, leaning over the table to get more sanitizer. Not that you necessarily needed more, but you didn’t want to look him in the eye right now.

He didn't answer.

You turned back around and pressed the cold cotton pad to his forehead again, his breath hitched at the sting from the sanitizer. – "I didn’t tell him to hit you, you know." You added.

In fact, you didn't even know that your ex was going to be there. And if you would've known, you never would've taken Rafe with you at all. You probably wouldn’t even have gone to the party.

And none of this would have happened.

He licked his lips, taking a deep breath before answering, making you believe that he actually was going to talk to you for a second. – "I know." Was all he said, nothing more.

An answer that told you he just wanted to get it over with.

You sighed, moving to his bleeding lip. He sucked in a breath as the cotton pad once again found his skin. – "I didn’t know he was going to be there." You said, your voice soft as honey as you tried your best not to provoke him.

He swallowed, – "Yeah I know."

He was so dry towards you, it almost felt like you were talking to a stranger.

Not your boyfriend of two years.

He pulled away from you in a quick movement, – "Can you please stop doing that now? It's just a split lip. Not an open wound." He glanced towards the blood stained cotton pad in your hand.

You removed your hand, – "Yes i'm sorry.. I just—" you pressed a quick kiss to his lip, tasting the sanitizer and blood but also smelling his cologne. The one that smelled so much like him you probably wouldn’t recognize him if he changed it. "I hope you feel better soon, I really do."

He stood up, rolling his eyes slightly. – "Mhm. I'm fine" He started walking towards the door but stopped halfway at the sound of your sweet voice again.

– "Rafe I swear, I didn’t have anything to do with this. I haven't spoken to him since the breakup."

Rafe turned around then, eyes searching yours but not really. – "When did you actually break up with him?" He asked, as if he all of a sudden believed you had been having an affair.

Anyone who was atleast a little sane would've told him he had lost it completely for accusing you of something like that.

You weren't that kind of girl, never had been.

– "Two years ago, three months and five days before we started dating." You stated. You had the exact date memorized, it was two days after you met Rafe for the first time.

It's must've been female intuition, you knew that Rafe was the one. The connection you felt for him that night was undescribable, and you couldn't afford to lose what you had because of your ex acting like the complete dick he was.

Rafe licked his lips, carefully running a hand over his split lip. – "Why. Why'd you break up with him?" He asked, you had already told him the answer a year ago, but he was high on your bedroom carpet then. He probably didn’t even remember the conversation at all.

You decided then and there to answer honestly, you loved your man with your all and perhaps he needed to hear it. – "It was exactly two days after I met you. I couldn't be with him while daydreaming about you, could I?"

Something in his eyes shifted then, softened. – "You broke up with him for me? Nonsense" He scoffed. It seemed like you had a rough audience tonight.

You stayed calm despite his disbelief, you were telling the truth and nothing else. – "I promise, I always knew I wanted you."

And you wanted him only.

He put his face in his palms for a moment, and when he removed them, his eyes were filled with tears. Real, raw tears, falling from the eyes of the boy you loved so much. – "Don't lie to me. Please don't" his voice cracked and it broke your heart.

You shook your head, – "I'm not." You took a step closer to him, grabbing one of his hands softly. "Rafe, I need you to understand that he hit you because you are the other man. The one who got exactly what he wanted."

It was quiet for a moment, you didn't push, didn't even expect an answer.

Rafe was soft, not the mean, alcoholic and drug addict most saw him as. He was just a broken little boy, a boy who grew up without parents who ever really showed him affection. A lost boy who ended up on the completely wrong path.

Maybe you were the only one who could see past everything else and see that broken boy inside of him. Perhaps then you were the only one who really could help him.

You hugged him, leaving a soft kiss on the warm skin of his neck. – "I love you, so much." You begun.

"𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮."

© ＬＯＶＥＬＹＤＯＬＬＺＺ - Please do not copy or use my work without permission. Love y'all and thank you for reading!

✎ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Oh this one sounds like all Lana Del Rey songs I can't. I listened to ultraviolence while writing this and I do not kid you when I say I shed a tear wtf. Oh Rafe my misunderstood baby 🥹

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻:

pov. it’s been a while since you’d last seen rafe, you changed. you’re not nerdy anymore, you have a boyfriend that- wait. what?

notes. this is the heavily requested part two of my fanfic of nerd x frat boy rafe!

content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, cheating, flirting, teasing, sex, degrading, no proof read, action/mention of alcohol, sex,

a whole summer had past since you lost your virginity and seen rafe last. the frat parties came easier, men came to you more and alcohol didn’t burn your throat as much. you gained friends, still deep in study but not as much.

“shots, shots, shots!” your friends chant as you tossed the alcohol that was in the shot glass to the back of your throat, heating gaining in his throat as the bitter alcohol burned your throat.

“woo!” your friend squealed out, laughing softly. you exhale out, blowing out as if your mouth was on fire. “oh my god that is the worst.” you complained before laughing once again.

your friends go quiet before one whistled under her breath. “don’t look but there’s this hot guy staring at you.” your friend said, pretending as if she wasn’t talking about the guy but instead making more for the group to drink.

even though they told you not to look, you obviously turned to look over your shoulder and there was rafe.

“i told you not to look!” your friend snickered before you laugh softly, looking back at your group. “i’ll be back, okay?” you ask, they nod and smile at each other, assuming you were gonna go get the guy’s number.

you walk up to rafe. the bass from the speakers vibrates through the sticky floor under your heels as you weave through the crowded room, your once oversized sweaters and glasses long replaced by a tight little dress that hugs every curve you had finally started embracing.

rafe stands there against the wall like he owns the place, that same cocky smirk playing on his lips as his eyes drag up and down your body, taking in the transformation that a single summer had carved into you.

his eyebrows lift slightly in genuine surprise, the last memory he had of you being the shy, book obsessed girl who blushed at every touch and fumbled through her first time with him in a haze of nervous whispers and tangled sheets.

he pushes off the wall as you get closer, his tall frame cutting through the dim lights and swirling bodies like nothing else in the room matters. “well fuck me,” he drawls, voice low and rough over the music, “look at you. didn’t think you’d be the type to show up at these things.” you stop just a step away from him, close enough to catch the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with whatever expensive drink he’s been nursing, and you tilt your head with a small, confident smile that feels new on your lips.

the old version of you would have stammered or hidden behind her hair, but tonight you hold his gaze, letting the heat of the party and the lingering buzz from that shot loosen your tongue.

“yeah, things changed over the summer,” you say, your voice carrying just enough edge to match the thump of the bass. “i’m letting go a little, you know? less buried in textbooks every night, more of this… living.” you gesture vaguely around the chaotic frat house, the laughter, the spilled drinks, the way people move without caring about tomorrow’s exams.

rafe’s eyes narrow a bit, that smirk deepening as he steps even closer, his hand brushing lightly against your waist like he’s testing if this new you is real or just some illusion from the lights.

the touch sends a familiar spark through you, reminding you of that night months ago when he had been the one to unravel all your careful control.

he chuckles softly, the sound vibrating between you as he leans in, lips close to your ear so you can hear him clearly over the noise. “yeah? you’re a bad girl now?” the words roll off his tongue with that mix of teasing and something darker, hungrier, his fingers pressing a little firmer into your side as if he’s already imagining peeling this dress off you later.

you feel the flush creep up your neck but you don’t pull away, instead letting your own hand rest against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under the thin fabric of his shirt.

the party swirls on around you both, but in this little bubble it feels like the summer apart had built up to exactly this moment, the nerdy girl he once knew now standing here transformed and ready to match whatever energy he throws your way.

rafe’s fingers stay firm on your waist, pulling you just a fraction closer so the heat of his body cuts through the hazy party air, his breath warm against your ear as that low chuckle fades. “yeah? you’re a bad girl now?” he repeats, the words laced with amusement and something sharper, like he’s already peeling back the layers of this new version of you.

you bite your lip, feeling the rush of the alcohol and the thrill of his attention mixing together, and you nod slowly, your hand still pressed to his chest where his heart thuds steady and strong.

the music pulses around you, bodies grinding on the dance floor just a few feet away, but all you can focus on is the way his eyes lock onto yours, low and assessing, like he’s deciding exactly how far this changed girl is willing to go.

“so what’s the deal,” he murmurs after a beat, his thumb tracing a slow circle against the fabric of your tight dress, right over your hip. “you got a boyfriend now? girl like you, looking like this at a party… probably got some guy thinking he’s locking it down.” his tone is casual but there’s an edge to it, testing the waters as he watches your face closely, that signature rafe smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

you hesitate for just a second, the old nerdy instincts flickering somewhere deep down, but the summer of parties and freedom wins out. you let out a soft laugh and nod, meeting his gaze without flinching. “yeah, i do,” you admit, voice steady even as your pulse quickens under his touch. “he’s nice. treats me good. we’ve been together a couple months now.” you say, smiling.

rafe doesn’t pull back. instead he leans in even more, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as the crowd seems to fade into background noise. “nice, huh?” he echoes, the word dripping with disbelief and a hint of mockery.

his hand slides lower, possessive, fingers splaying across the small of your back as he keeps you close.

“bet he’s real sweet. probably fucks you soft and slow, tells you how pretty you are after. but tell me this… you really happy with that? or you standing here letting me touch you like this because deep down you remember how it felt when i had you that night?” his voice drops lower, rough and intimate, sending heat straight through your core as he tests you, pushing to see if this party girl facade hides the same girl who secretly craves more than nice.

you feel your breath catch, the memory of that summer night flashing hot behind your eyes. his hands, his mouth, the way he’d taken control so completely.

rafe notices the way your body reacts, the subtle shift in your stance, and he presses on with that dangerous smirk, eyes flicking down to your lips before meeting your gaze again.

rafe didn’t waste much time after that charged conversation on the edge of the party.

one thing led to another, his hand sliding down to grip your ass right there in the crowd, your lips crashing into his in a messy kiss that tasted like cheap shots and bad decisions, and before you knew it the two of you were slipping out the back door and into his truck.

the drive to his place was a blur of heated touches and half formed excuses you told yourself about how this was just one night, just catching up, but the second his door clicked shut behind you both the restraint snapped.

clothes came off in a frantic trail from the living room to his bedroom, your tight little dress hitting the floor last as he shoved you back onto his bed with that same cocky hunger in his eyes.

now he’s got you pinned beneath him, your legs wrapped tight around his waist as he thrusts deep into you, slow and deliberate at first, stretching you open just like he did that first night but with none of the gentle care this time.

the room is dark except for the city lights bleeding through the blinds, and the only sounds are your ragged breaths and the wet slap of skin on skin.

rafe’s hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise, pulling you back onto his cock with every roll of his hips, burying himself to the hilt while he leans down close, lips brushing your ear.

“fuck, still so tight for me,” he groans, voice low and rough, “bet your nice little boyfriend doesn’t fuck you like this, does he? probably too scared to ruin his good girl.” he mocked.

you moan beneath him, nails digging into his shoulders as he picks up the pace, slamming into you harder, the headboard starting to knock against the wall in rhythm. rafe chuckles darkly against your neck, biting down just enough to make you gasp before he pulls back to look at your face, eyes gleaming with wicked satisfaction.

“yeah? you’re a bad girl now, huh? letting me raw you while he’s probably texting you goodnight right now, thinking you’re out with your friends being all innocent.” he grinds deep on the next thrust, hitting that spot that makes your vision blur, one hand sliding up to wrap loosely around your throat, not squeezing, just holding you there, possessively. as if he was jealous your little boyfriend had you and he didn’t.

“tell me, does he make you come like this? or do you have to fake it while you think about how i ruined this pussy first?” he asked. you couldn’t answer him.

his hips snap forward again and again, relentless, the slick sound of him fucking into you filling the room as sweat starts to slick your bodies.

you can barely form words, just broken whimpers and gasps, but rafe doesn’t let up, leaning in to suck a mark onto your collarbone where your boyfriend might see it later if you’re not careful.

“that’s it, take it,” he taunts between thrusts, voice dripping with smug amusement, “squeezing my cock so fucking good while you cheat on him. bet he has no idea his sweet little study girl is getting dicked down by the guy who popped her cherry. you gonna go home tomorrow and kiss him with the same mouth that was choking on me earlier?” he teased relentlessly.

rafe shifts, hooking one of your legs higher over his shoulder so he can drive even deeper, pounding into you with that brutal rhythm that has you trembling and clenching around him.

his free hand slips between your bodies, thumb circling your clit in tight, mean strokes, pushing you closer to the edge while he keeps whispering those filthy taunts right against your lips.

“c’mon, tell me how much better this feels than his boring shit. you’re not walking away from this easy, baby. not when you’re creaming all over my dick like the secret slut you really are.” the pleasure builds sharp and overwhelming, his words cutting through the haze, reminding you with every thrust exactly who you’re betraying and how much you’re enjoying it.

rafe’s hips snap forward with another deep, punishing thrust, burying his thick cock all the way inside you until his hips are flush against your ass, stretching your pussy so wide it burns in the best way.

you feel every inch of him, heavy and rock hard, pulsing against your walls as he fills you completely, the fat head of his dick pressing right up against that spot deep inside that makes your toes curl and your breath hitch.

“fuck, rafe,” you gasp out, voice breaking into a needy moan as your nails rake down his back, legs trembling around him. the sensation is overwhelming, his dick so much bigger than your boyfriend’s, thicker, longer, curving just right to drag against every sensitive ridge inside you with every single movement, making your cunt flutter and squeeze around him like it never wants to let go.

“you’re so much better than my boyfriend,” you whimper, the confession spilling out between broken moans as he grinds into you slow and filthy, letting you feel just how full you are.

“he’s not… he’s not like this. you’re so big, rafe—god, i can feel you everywhere, stretching me so fucking deep.” your words only make him groan, a dark, satisfied sound that vibrates against your skin as he pulls back almost all the way, the thick vein along his shaft dragging deliciously against your slick walls, before slamming back in hard enough to make your tits bounce and the bed creaks louder.

“yeah? that’s what i thought,” rafe taunts, voice low and rough right against your ear, his breath hot as he keeps that brutal rhythm, pounding into your dripping pussy like he owns it.

“your nice little boyfriend probably has a tiny dick, doesn’t he? can’t even fill you up properly, and here you are creaming all over mine like a desperate little slut.” he hooks your leg higher, spreading you wider so he can watch his cock disappear inside you, shiny with your juices, stretching your tight hole obscenely around his girth.

every thrust makes you feel so impossibly full, the pressure building in your belly as his heavy balls slap against your ass, the wet squelching sounds echoing filthy in the room.

“bet he fucks you for two minutes and calls it a night while you lay there disappointed. but me? i’m ruining this pussy again, baby. you feel that? how deep i am? how your cunt’s gripping me like it missed this fat cock all summer.” he taunted.

he leans down, sucking a fresh mark onto your neck as he rails you harder, thumb still working tight circles over your swollen clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you.

your walls clamp down around him with every thrust, the fullness so intense it borders on too much, his dick hitting spots your boyfriend could never reach, making your eyes roll back and your moans turn into shameless cries.

“tell him i said thanks for keeping my pussy warm,” rafe growls, smirking against your skin while he fucks you senseless, hips snapping relentlessly. “you’re gonna go home sore tomorrow, walking funny because i stretched you out so good. does he even know his girlfriend’s a cheating whore now? taking dick better than he ever could while moaning my name?”

rafe’s pace turns punishing, driving into you faster, deeper, the head of his cock bullying that sweet spot over and over until your whole body shakes, the overwhelming stretch and drag of his thick length pushing you right to the edge.

“that’s it, say it again,” he demands, hand tightening on your throat just enough to make everything feel sharper, hotter. “tell me how much bigger i am, how much better i fuck you. your boyfriend could never make you feel like this—full, ruined, and dripping like the bad girl you really are.” he taunted once more.

rafe keeps pounding into you with that relentless rhythm, his thick cock stretching your soaked pussy wide open with every brutal thrust, the heavy drag of his veiny shaft rubbing perfectly against your fluttering walls and making your eyes water from the overwhelming fullness.

he’s so deep it feels like he’s rearranging your insides, the fat head of his dick kissing your cervix on every stroke while your cunt clenches greedily around his girth, milking him for everything he’s worth.

sweat slicks your bodies, your tits bouncing with the force of his hips slamming into yours, and the wet, obscene sounds of him fucking your dripping hole fill the room like the filthiest soundtrack.

“fuck, listen to you,” he growls, that smug smirk never leaving his face as he hooks both your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half so he can drive even deeper.

“you really want my baby instead of your boyfriend’s, don’t you? imagine that. your nice guy waiting at home while i knock you up with my kid. you’d walk around with my cum leaking out of you for days, belly swelling up, tits getting all full… bet he’d never suspect his sweet little girlfriend got bred by the guy who ruined her first.” his words are pure taunt, dripping with cruel amusement as he grinds his cock against that spot inside you that makes your vision spark white, thumb still torturing your swollen clit in tight, mean circles.

you’re a mess beneath him, moaning and shaking, the pressure building so intensely you can barely think.

“please, rafe,” you beg, voice cracking into a desperate whine as your nails dig into his biceps, legs trembling from the stretch.

“cum inside me—please, i need it. fill me up, i want your cum so bad.” the words tumble out shamelessly, your pussy spasming hard around his thick length at the confession, sucking him even deeper as if your body is already begging for it.

rafe laughs low and dark, hips snapping forward harder as he chases his release. “yeah? you want me to pump you full while your boyfriend sits clueless? pathetic little slut.” he buries himself to the hilt one last time and groans, thick ropes of hot cum flooding your pussy in heavy spurts, painting your walls and filling you so full you can feel your belly swell slightly from the sheer amount.

even as he’s cumming, he doesn’t stop taunting, voice rough and breathless against your ear. “that’s it, take every drop. your boyfriend could never give you a load like this—bet his weak ass pulls out or some shit. now you’re gonna go home with my cum dripping down your thighs, wondering if i just got you pregnant while he kisses you goodnight.”

he keeps fucking into you even after he finishes, slow and filthy thrusts pushing his load deeper, the wet squelch of his cum mixing with your juices making it even messier as he rides out the sensitivity.

his cock stays hard inside your overstuffed cunt, still stretching you obscenely, dragging through the creamy mess he just made. the overstimulation has you whimpering, clenching around him as another wave builds fast, and rafe just smirks, grinding deep and relentless.

“feel that? my cum sloshing around in there while i keep using this cheating pussy.” he picks up speed again, slamming into you with fresh hunger until his second orgasm hits, groaning as he pumps even more cum into you, flooding your already full hole until it starts leaking out around his thick shaft with every thrust.

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⠀. . .⠀you don’t feel like yourself anymore. something isn’t right, and every answer seems to lead back to your loving but reckless boyfriend; rafe cameron.

⠀⠀warnings⠀⠀𓏲⠀⠀light angst,⠀⠀mentions of blood/fighting,⠀⠀emotional exhaustion

something felt off.

you noticed it a few weeks ago, though now that you were thinking about it, it’d most likely been longer.

it started small. you’d cry at things that weren’t sad; a movie you’d seen a hundred times, random videos while scrolling on your phone. if you’d forgotten something and only realized until you drove away from your house.

pairing; soft!frat!rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary; rafe is the president of the biggest party frat on greek row, and his sweetheart girlfriend meets his frat brothers for the first time, under less than great circumstances.

warnings; veryyyyyy ooc rafe (like sue me), sensitive!reader, slightly smut at the end but barely, so it would make me more comfy if mdni!

Rafe's hand was tight on your thigh while he drove you guys to the library on campus. Your english lit books stuffed into your tote, and your uggs snug on your feet as you prepared to have a full studying day with Rafe.

You were already sceptical of the idea the second he brought it up. He pushed the proposed study date the second you refused to hang out with him until your lit final was out of the way.

Rafe was smart sure, majoring in finance and on his way to securing a high position after graduation. However, he wasn't the most academic person you had come across, preferring study the playbooks for his next football game.

So, you knew not much focused study could come from his day, but your boyfriend refused to not see you for the 2 weeks until your final was over.

He picked you up in his far to massive truck, getting out of the drivers side to kiss you good morning and lift you up into the passenger seat next to him.

He was tapping the beat of the music that echoed out of his car speakers, a backwards cap resting on his head and his lettermans jacked slung over his broad shoulders.

You listened to him babble on and on about him and his fraternity brothers recent escapades on campus. A story about how they climbed up the flag pole that stood in the middle of the college and tied their fraternity flag to the top of it in the middle of the night.

His smirk was bright on his face, perking up when you laughed at his recount of that night. You lifted your pale pink water bottle out of his cup holder that you always kept there, remembering you filled it up only the day before.

What you didn't recall though, was the fact that you hadn't screwed the top all the way. Meaning, when you brought it over to your body, it spilled all over you before you could lift it up to your lips.

Rafe turned his head swiftly at your squeal, your waterbottle now empty in your hand and its contents all over you.

The water covered nearly the whole front of your top, the white fabric of your baby tee now turning see through due to the liquid, revealing the lace pink bra you threw on before leaving your dorm.

"Shit, baby" Rafe sighed, watching as your eyes went glossy as the tears rose through you.

It would be an understatement if you said you cried often. But with all stress pushing a heavy weight on you due to your looming final, you couldn't help but cry over spilt water.

Rafe's eyes went back to the road, pulling into an empty space and parking.

"Hey, hey. Don't cry. Please don't cry." He begged, bringing his hand up to your cheek and wiping a stray tear that had fallen. He turns away, rummaging around his truck to see if he could find anything to dry you with.

"Rafe, its cold" you whisper, cringing at how whiny your voice sounded. This would be the only moment in your life you regretted how well your water bottle kept your water cold.

Rafe's hands continued to search his glove box and console, failing to find anything but old receipts and sonny angels you had left in his car.

"Shit" He whispered, looking back at you and then the area he had pulled over in. "The frat is not even 2 minutes away, we can run in and get you a dry shirt, yeah?"

You nodded swiftly, any anxious thoughts about entering his frat failing to enter your mind as the feeling of your shirt sticking to your chest and shivers rushing through you overtook your senses.

Rafe pulled his truck out rather dangerously fast, the hand that wasn't gripping the steering wheel finding your hand to clutch it tightly.

His large hand swallowed yours, grounding you as the sensation of your sticky shirt clung to your like a life line. Your tucked your lip under your teeth to halt its relentless wobbling as the tears ran softly down your cheeks.

Okay, maybe your brother was right when she said you were a crybaby.

Rafe turned his head over to look out through his rear window, pulling in to his carpark at his frat, the 'Fraternity President' sign standing proudly at the front of the car space.

He turned off the engine, unbuckling his seatbelt and hopping out of his seat. Rafe walked around to your side, opening the door and reaching over to unbuckle your seat belt before placing his hands on your waist and effortlessly lifting you of his truck.

The fall breeze sent goosebumps down your thighs, nipping at the wet fabric of your shirt and threatening your teeth to chatter at the cold.

He held your hand once more as he guided you up the cobblestone walk way that brought you to the stairs that lead to his fraternity.

Your head craned up to the view of the massive house that stood on greek row. Large white columns stood in your view, vast windows spread across the walls, black greek symbols decorated the space that met the roof proudly.

You and Rafe had only been dating for 2 months now, preferring to stay in the cozy four walls of your dorm than his fraternity that was decorated by littered red solo cups and empty beer bottles.

It would be a lie to say Rafe wasn't putting off introducing you to his frat brothers. He wasn't embarrassed of you, far from it.

He loved his friends, alot. But he was, well, maybe just a tad worried they would scare you off.

You weren't in a sorority. You didn't frequent greek row for the weekend parties. You topped nearly all of your classes, spending the weekends cozied up with your roommate eating ice cream and clad in silk pyjamas.

Rafe knew you were too good for him. Too smart. Too pretty. Too pure.

His thoughts were interrupted as you stood at the front door that lead into his fraternity. Rafe reached into the pocket of his letterman jacket, pulling out his key card and moving to push it against the reader on the front door.

"Rafe, wait." You gasped, pulling your hand out of his and stepping back. He turned to you, looking down at your eyes that stared back up at him.

"Look at me" You voiced, his gaze following your hands that swept over your frame. He hadn't noticed during his frantic haze to do anything to cease your tears how your white shirt was fully see-through, your bra fully now visible.

His lips upturned into a smirk, raking his eyes up and down your frame. "Yeah, i am. And i'm loving it"

You reached up and smacked his shoulder, not finding this situation as amusing as he was.

"Ok, ok. Sorry baby. Here"

He shrugged his letterman jacket off his frame, resting it over your shoulders as the smell of his Cologne clouded your sense. You interested your arms into the jacket, the fabric nearly swallowing you whole as you used it to bring around your front and cover your shirt.

Rafe's hand was clasped into yours once again, his biceps straining against his navy tee as he pressed unlocked the door with his key card.

"Ok, We just gotta run up to my room real quick. We'll be in and out." He voiced, turning to give you a searing kiss on your cheek.

You were surprised to find the house rather cleaner than you expected. Rafe told you that there was a party here last night, that he kindly described as "Shit"

You half expected to see drunk guys passed out on the floor and empty liquor bottles resting on every surface.

But the floor was free from unconscious bodies and suspicious liquids. However, remnants of the night before still remained through the folded up ping pong table resting on the wall and trash bags brimming with beer cans waiting to be taken out at the door.

"Rafey! Back so soon?" A voice cheered, the floorboards of the stairs creaking as a body bounded down them.

A blonde boy only clad in checkered pyjama pants appeared in your view only seconds later, his expression dropping and his eyes found yours before darting back to Rafe.

"Oh my god!" The boy gasped, dramatically bringing his hands up to his mouth in exaggerated shock. "You're real!"

Your brows furrowed at the statement, looking up at Rafe next to you who was rolling his eyes. "Fuck off Top" Rafe spoke, his hand dragging down his face as an amused smile painted his lips.

"Well, Are you gonna finally introduce me?" The boy spoke, looking at Rafe expectantly.

Rafe rolled his eyes once more, looking down at you adoringly.

"This is Topper. Topper, This is my girlfriend" Rafe spoke, finishing of the sentence with your name. You smiled as the boy suddenly brought you into a bounding hug, grinning from ear to ear as he released you.

"We were starting to think our Rafe made you up!" Topper smiled, putting his hands up in surrender as Rafe placed his hand against his chest and pushed him away from you.

"Nope, I'm pretty real the last time i checked" You voiced, laughing softly.

"Hey, you're funny. I like you" Topper smiled, pointing at you jokingly.

"Ok, This was fun." Rafe stated sarcastically, reaching his hand to rest on the small of your back and guiding you up the stairs.

"Hey! The other boys are gonna want to meet her!" Topper yelled behind you, Rafe not even looking back as he replied with a middle finger directed back at Topper.

Rafe had never been more glad all of his friends were to hungover from the night before to leave their rooms.

"He's nice!" You whispered to Rafe as you two walked up the stairs as he lead you to his dorm. Rafe looked down at you, a smirk still present on his lips.

"He's annoying"

You smiled back, hearing the adoration thick in his tone despite his statement.

Rafe guided you down the long hallway of doors, reaching the end and using his keycard once more to open the door to his room. Pushing you inside softly and closing the door behind him.

His room was exactly what you pictured. Somehow messy but still clean.

It smelled exactly like him, like cologne and the soft scent of his occasional cigarettes he indulged in when stressed. Occasional picture frames decorated his dresser and desk, pictures of him and his friends holding up a football trophy and him and his little sisters when they were little.

One frame caught your eye, the only one that rested on his bed side table. In it, was you. Not even aware of the camera as Rafe shot the picture.

You remember that day vividly, because it was the day Rafe asked you to be his girlfriend.

A flower crown rested softly on your head, the sun kissing your skin as you looked up through the trees in the field Rafe took you to, an hour drive out of campus.

You stood out like a sore thumb in the muted tones of his room, standing awkwardly before Rafe rested you down on his haphazardly made bed, quickly going to rummage around in his draws for a shirt for you to wear.

You watched him as he found one, shutting his dresser draw before walking over to you.

He looked down at you intently as he lifted his letterman jacket of you, instructing you after the fact to lift your arms up.

You couldn't help but bite your lip as he peeled the still soaking wet top off of you slowly, watching as his eyes drifted down to your chest now only clad in your bra.

He reached for the top, halting as you suddenly spoke. "Rafe, wait"

You reached for his hand, guiding it slowly to the clasp of your bra on your back. "It's soaking too"

Rafe ticked his jaw at your statement, running his tounge over his teeth at your teasing.

He couldn't help but lean down to catch your lips in a heated kiss, swiftly unclasping your bra before pulling back and staring at your bare chest.

You pulled further away from his, reaching for the shirt he brought you and putting it on.

"You're such a fucking tease" He gasped, embarrassed his hard on was growing under his grey sweats further at the sight of you in his grey football shirt. Your college logo etched on the front and the list of the championship winning team on the back, his name proudly stamped first under Quaterback.

You giggled softly at his statement, reaching up to pull the collar of his tee-shirt and guiding him down to your lips once more.

His hands rested heavily on your thighs, picking you up effortlessly to switch positions so he was now sat at the foot of his bed. You now sat on his lap and bringing your legs around to straddle him.

Your hands lifted up to rest on his jaw, your tongues now interlocking as you made out.

He brought his hands down to the waistband of your leggings, hooking his fingers under the fabric as his touch left a searing heat on your skin.

You pulled out of the kiss, causing him to groan at the lose of contact. "I'm glad i could finally meet one of your friends." You sighed, out of breath as you rested your forehead onto his.

"Yeah? Me too." He smiled, feeling a weight now being pulled of his shoulders that he didn't even know was there.

He leaned forward once more to catch your lips in another kiss, the feeling of your ass on his dick making the tent in his pants grow even harder.

But the feeling was short lived, as you two were swiftly taken out of your little bubble.

The sound of fists banging on his door boomed through his room, making you jump and lift yourself off his lap and stand up straight.

"Rafe! We know she's in there" "Let us meet her!" "C'mon bro!" "Topper got to, It's not fair!" "Open up!"

Rafe rolled his eyes at the sound of his friends yelling through the door, lifting himself off his bed and adjusting his dick in his pants.

you take control in bed and rafe can't handle himself (18+, smut)

"you want to what?" rafe asked, not really paying attention to your words, his eyes still glued to his book. "i-i want to take control in bed rafe" you said, raising your voice from a barely audible whisper to a slightly louder tone.

he doesn't even turn to you at your claim, chuckling softly "that's real funny baby" you huffed, he wasn't taking you seriously at all. you moved quickly so that you were sitting between his legs that were spread out on the bed, staring at him as he didn't even move to look at you.

you wrapped your fingers around the top of his book, pulling it back softly so he had to look up at you. rafe seems to pay attention to you now, watching you with a bored expression. "im being serious rafe, i think id be good at it" you stated as he brought his hand up to your head and tuck a piece of loose hair behind your ear. "good at what baby?"

you rolled your eyes at his question, does he ever listen?

"good at being in charge, you know, all bossy and controlling." you pouted as he raised his eyebrows suggestively "i am not bossy and controlling" rafe answered, clearly not believing the words coming out of his own mouth as he played with the hem of your sundress.

you narrowed your eyes at his claim, causing him to sigh. "please rafe, please, please, please. I promise i'll do good!" once you see him roll his eyes and sigh, you know you've cracked him.

and that's how you ended up straddling his toned shirtless waist, clad only in your panties as you peppered kisses softly down his chest. he stared at you as you got to his v line, his cock standing tall and oozing with pre-cum.

"you ready rafe? remember your safe word alright?" he tried to mask his chuckle at your statement, ticking his jaw to the side. "yes baby, i remember the safe word, think i'm gonna have to use it?"

you shrugged at him, extremely distracted by his massive cock merely inches from your face. you placed a small kiss to the base, leaning your head on his inner thigh as you pumped him up and down slowly.

you heard him inhale sharply, restraining himself from grabbing your head and shoving your throat all the way down his cock until you gag. he watched the thoughts spin in your head as you left one last kiss on the tip of his dick, shifting around so your entrance was now in line with his cock.

he groaned as he entered you, your walls so impossibly tight around him. you lowered down slowly on him, squeezing your eyes shut at how fucking massive he is. you had to brace yourself with your hands on his chest as he bottomed out inside of you, hitting places that made you whine. you lifted your hips up slightly, you knew that neither of you could handle him that deep inside without cumming in two seconds, though he would never admit it.

you looked at rafe with impatience, waiting for the feeling of his death grip on your sides as he helped you ride him, but it never came "rafe, what're doing?" you asked, feeling impossibly full and needing to move. "what do you mean princess? you're moving us. you're in charge."

"o-oh, right." you squeaked, taking a second to breathe and ground yourself before slightly lifting your hips up and slamming back down. you never thought it would be so hard to ride rafe without his hands guiding your body and lifting more than half of your weight above him, but then again, you had never thought you were ever going to be in control.

your thighs burned as you lifted yourself up for the third time, refusing to look at rafe's smirking face at your restlessness. you nearly felt bad for rafe in that moment, you didn't even realise how much hard work went into being in charge.

you don't have nearly as much stamina as rafe does, and it showed through your now shaky thighs and unstable strokes of your hips. "goin' a bit slow baby, are we getting tired already?" you didn't even have to look at him to see the cocky smile on his face. not ready to admit to him that you were wrong, an idea popped in your head.

you felt him twitch inside of you as you sat balls deep on his cock, rocking forward so there was no part of his dick that wasn't buried in you. he snapped his head your way, parting his lips softly and taking a deep breath. you didn't move for what felt like hours, which in reality was only a few seconds, your walls squeezing him nearly out of you.

"oh so you want to play dirty baby?" he asked, moving his hands quickly to your ass and landing a sharp smack to your skin before kneading the area. "i don't know what your talking about" you stated, trying not to show how close you were to moving so you didn't explode from pleasure.

"god, you're such a fucking brat" he spat, taking your wrist in his hand and twisting your arm so it was behind your back, pushing your body so you were now laying on his chest. you let out a moan as he started slamming into you at a ruthless pace, his strokes deep and uncontrolled.

"is this what you wanted baby? for me to lose my fucking mind? hmm?" he asked, knowing in your mushy state that you couldn't give him an answer that wasn't purely unintelligible babbles or moans. he took his free hand and grabbed your chin, lifting your head up so you had to look at his face as he fucks you.

he watched you flutter your eyes shut, biting your lip and going limp in his arms. he knew that face. you were about to cum, hard. "come on baby, give it to me. you got it, i got you" he chanted, his strokes turning sloppy as he was nearly at his breaking point.

"atta girl, that's my pretty girl" he sighed as you came around him, falling into his body as you felt his load empty out into you with a groan. "r-rafe" you whimpered, coming down from your immense high as you both made no move to let his dick slip out of you. "yeah baby?" he answered, wiping your hair away from your face softly.

"i love you" you spoke. he smiled down at you, god you were just so sweet, especially after he just destroyed you on his cock. "I love you too princess. did so good for me, always do" letting out a content sight as he kissed the crown of your head, you heard his voice again.

"hey baby?" he asked, running his hands up and down your back with a soft touch. you hummed at his question, inviting him to speak.

frat!rafe cameron who is irrevocably obsessed with his sister's best friend.

you learned early on after moving into the outer banks that his reputation precedes him. everyone knows who rafe cameron is. most people spend their time trying to get his attention while you spend yours trying very hard not to.

meanwhile, he's spent years watching you trail after sarah. you've become such a permanent fixture in the cameron household that sometimes he forgets you technically aren't family since you're always there.

💬: i love ex!rafe too, he's so possessive and jealous and can't hide it for shit. he wouldn't even if he could tbh (I LOVE THIS SO MUCH)

swearing, ex!rafe, lowkey toxic, allusions to smut

pairing : frank castle x f! reader

summary : frank coming home from deployment calls for the most extreme tap-out and sweetest surprise.

warnings : none rlly- just tooth rotting fluff, frank can't keep his hands to himself, frank has a potty mouth, fluffffffffff, mentions of pregnancy.

word count : 6.1 k

a/n : not proofread and based off of this rq ! ( also yes i know "tapping out" a soldier happens usually after a graduation from basic training but for the sake of the fic were gonna pretend it's a regular thing kay ? kay.)

— 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 —

pov. you ask if you can be on top tonight and once he finally agrees, under one circumstance…he gets to record you taking all of it.

notes. thank you guys sooo much for almost 100 followers, i appreciate it so much! i’ve gained all of you guys from only this month, i’m so so grateful to see people being as interested in my writing as i am! my requests are always open.

content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, recording during sex, taunting, reader riding rafe, rafe can’t touch reader, kinda dom reader, no proof read, finger sucking, mentions of reader being a bad girl, toxic rafe, really long smut, arguing during sex, edging

no, no, no, no. thats all you hear when you ask rafe if you can be on top tonight, he’s not bad at fucking you, he’s amazing. but you want to see how it’s like to see him struggle to keep up with you. a part of you thinks that’s exactly what it is, weakness.

he doesn’t wanna show it.

he’ll fuck you till you cry, embarrass you, laugh in your face but when it comes to him being done that way? or there is even being a small possibility of that happening, he doesn’t want it.

you’re sat across from him on the couch and figured it wouldn’t hurt to try and ask again. “rafe?” you say, his attention stayed glued to his phone as he hummed in response to you. “yeah?”

when he didn’t receive a response, he looked over at you, lifting his brow. his confusion in his brows. “what?” he repeats. you smile, crawling over to him and placing a leg over his lap to get comfort. his hands lay lightly on your calf, rubbing your legs.

“can i please be on top?” you beg. he didn’t reply, just staring at you and eventually rolling his eyes, lifting his phone up and going back on it. “please rafe.” you plead, getting up and straddling his lap, while you grabbed ahold of his phone and tossed it somewhere on the couch.

now he couldn’t ignore you. he huffs a sigh out his nostrils. “why?” he questioned, his irritation biting at his patience with you. “i want to try it,” you start, his eyes scan your face to see if you’re trying to fuck with him.

his jaw tightened before he adjusted under you. “fine,” he said, as you get excited a knowing smirk grows on his face. “but you got to let me record it.” he whispered, you roll your eyes and get off his lap. “okay, fine. but all it’s gonna show is you struggling to keep up.” you teased which he didn’t find funny.

you’re already naked, straddling rafe’s hips on the bed, his thick cock buried deep inside you as you settle your weight down. the camera on the nightstand lamp is rolling, its little red light steady, catching the full view; your tits heavy and bouncing slightly with every shift, your curves on full display, the soft dip of your waist, the way your ass spreads against his thighs.

you can see just the top of his buzzed hair and the sharp cut of his abs and chest muscles flexing beneath you. he’s on his back, hands slightly fisted in the sheets like he’s fighting the urge already.

“you sure about this?” rafe mutters, voice low and rough, eyes locked on you. “you’re wasting your fucking time, baby. you’re not gonna cum like this. me just laying here doing nothing while you do all the work? that’s cute and all, but we both know you need me moving.” he said, his bitterness showing.

you roll your eyes, palms planted on his chest for balance. “shut up, rafe.” you bark out. he smirks, that cocky tilt to his mouth. “i’m serious. you’re gonna get tired and frustrated and—”

you grab his wrist, bringing his hand up to your face. without breaking eye contact you wrap your lips around two of his fingers, sucking them slow and wet into your mouth, tongue swirling around the digits as you start to move.

you lift your hips and sink back down hard, bouncing on his dick with a slick, filthy sound that fills the room. the camera catches everything, your tits jiggling with every rise and fall, the way your body curves and arches as you ride him.

rafe’s breath catches, his abs tightening under your hands. “fuck… you little—” he groans out. you pull his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop, still bouncing steadily, grinding down deep on every drop so his cock hits that perfect spot inside you. “i said shut up. you don’t get to touch me. you don’t get to move. only i do.” you squeeze your walls around him on purpose, rolling your hips in tight circles that make his jaw clench.

he groans, head tipping back against the pillow, but his hands stay down even as his fingers twitch like he wants to grab your ass or your waist. “you’re gonna regret this when you can’t finish,” he grits out, voice strained.

you lean forward, tits brushing his chest, and bounce faster, the wet slap of skin on skin getting louder. “then stop talking and let me prove you wrong, asshole.” you suck his fingers back into your mouth again, moaning around them as you fuck yourself on his cock, taking every inch over and over while the camera records it all. your body moves like you own him, curves rolling, hips working, completely in control.

your pussy clenching tight around his thick cock with every drop. the camera’s still catching it all. your tits swinging heavy, your curves glistening with a light sheen of sweat, his abs flexing hard underneath you.

rafe’s breathing gets rougher, jaw tight. “why do you even wanna do this?” he growls, voice low and pissed. “huh? my dick not good enough for you anymore? you like me helpless like this or some shit? just laying here while you use me like a fucking toy?” he questions.

you don’t answer. instead you grab his hand again, guiding it straight to your tits. his palm immediately squeezes, rough and greedy, fingers digging into the soft flesh as you ride him harder. you suck two of his fingers back into your mouth, moaning around them, tongue swirling wet and sloppy while your hips keep working.

“answer me,” he snaps, thrusting up once on instinct before catching himself and forcing his hips back down. “you get off on this? controlling me? bet you’re soaked just ’cause i can’t fuck you the way you need.” he continues.

you pop his fingers out just long enough to glare down at him, still bouncing, pussy dripping down his shaft. “shut the fuck up, rafe. you’re not in charge tonight.” you bark out at him.

he squeezes your tit harder, thumb brushing your nipple, voice getting meaner. “yeah? then why the fuck are you dragging this out? we both know you’re gonna get tired and start begging me to flip you over and ruin that pussy like you always do.” he comments.

you lean forward, tits pressing into his hand, and start fucking him faster, the wet slap of your ass hitting his thighs echoing. he’s arguing but his cock is twitching like crazy inside you.

you finally pull off his fingers with a wet sound and look him dead in the eyes, voice breathy and teasing. “i’ve been a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad girl haven’t i?” you teased, which made his jaw almost drop.

the second the words leave your mouth you feel him throb violently inside you, getting even harder, thicker, stretching you fuller. rafe groans deep, his grip on your tit turning almost bruising as his other hand fists the sheets tighter.

“fuck… you’re such a little brat,” he hisses, eyes lit with need. “talking like that while you’re creaming all over my dick. you really think you’re gonna cum before i lose it and grab you?” he asked.

you just smile, rolling your hips slow and deep, letting him feel every inch while you suck his fingers back into your mouth again, moaning loud around them for the camera. the argument keeps spilling out between his gritted teeth, but his body is betraying him more with every bounce.

you lift yourself off his cock with a wet pop, your pussy already aching from how full he felt. rafe’s eyes narrow as you turn around, swinging one leg over so your back is to him. you plant your hands on his thighs for balance, ass right in his face, and sink back down onto his dick reverse, taking every thick inch in one smooth glide.

the camera on the nightstand catches the new angle perfectly, your full ass bouncing, your arched back, the side profile of your tits swinging heavy, and the way your pussy stretches around him.

you look back over your shoulder at him, lips parted, and start riding again, rolling your hips in deep, filthy circles before bouncing harder.

“jesus christ,” rafe murmurs, voice rough. “what the fuck is this now? you really just gonna keep playing these games? turning around like i’m not even worth looking at while you use my dick?” he bitches.

you bite your lip and keep bouncing, ass jiggling with every drop, pushing back so he gets the perfect view. “i know baby… i’m so bad to you,” you purr, voice sweet and teasing.

he scoffs but his hands twitch hard at his sides. “yeah, you are. acting like you own me tonight. you like this shit? making me lay here like a fucking loser while you put on a show for the camera?”

“mmhm, i know,” you moan, looking back at him again as you fuck yourself faster on his cock. your ass claps against his abs with every bounce. “i don’t deserve this dick at all, do i? i’m such a bad, bad girl for treating you like this.”

rafe’s breathing gets heavier. he’s trying to look pissed, jaw clenched tight, but you can feel how much harder he is inside you, throbbing with every teasing word. “keep talking like that and i’m gonna lose it. you think this is funny? huh? acting all bratty just ’cause you get to be on top for five minutes.” he asks.

you reach back for his hand, lacing your fingers with his and guiding it forward. you place his big palm right on the front of your throat, pressing his fingers there lightly like you want him to choke you. the second he grips, you lean back into it, using the leverage to pull him up.

rafe sits up without thinking, chest pressed to your back, his cock driving even deeper from the new angle. the pressure is insane, your walls squeezing tighter around him, your ass grinding down harder as you keep riding. you feel him groan against your shoulder, his hand staying on your throat like he can’t help it.

“fuck… you little tease,” he mutters, voice strained, clearly pretending he hates it even as his hips twitch up to meet you. “you’re really gonna make me sit here and take this shit?” he asks, his voice slightly breaking.

“i know baby,” you whisper back over your shoulder, still bouncing, voice dripping with fake innocence. “i’m so bad… i don’t deserve this dick, but i’m taking it anyway.” you taunt. his grip on your throat tightens just a little, and you can feel how much he’s fighting not to lose control completely.

you keep riding him like that, ass grinding back against his abs in deep, rolling bounces, your pussy taking every inch while his chest presses hot against your back. rafe’s breath is ragged in your ear now, heavy and uneven, his hand still wrapped around the front of your throat.

“fuck… shit,” he mutters under his breath, right against your skin, voice breaking a little. you feel him rub his free palm roughly over his face, like he’s trying to pull himself together, but his cock is pulsing hard inside you, betraying how much he’s struggling. “goddamn it… you’re fucking killing me.” he moans softly.

you hear every filthy curse and smile, looking back over your shoulder at him while you bounce slower but deeper, clenching around him on purpose. “what, you can’t take it baby?” you tease, voice sweet and breathy. “can’t handle me riding you like this? poor rafe… getting all worked up just from laying there and letting me use his dick.” you tease, a whiny moan being let out.

“shut up,” he growls, breath hot and shaky against your ear. his hand tightens slightly on your throat before he suddenly slides it up, clamping his palm firmly over your mouth.

you moan against his hand, the sound muffled, but you gently wrap your fingers around his wrist and pull it away from your lips. you turn your head just enough to keep eye contact, still riding him steady, your ass pressing back against him with every roll of your hips.

“it feels so good rafe,” you whisper, voice dripping with satisfaction. “your cock’s so deep like this… stretching me so fucking full. i love it. i love being bad for you.” you moan out for him.

he lets out a strained groan, forehead dropping against your shoulder as his breath fans hot and heavy across your skin. his other hand grips your hip hard for a second before he forces it back down to the sheets, fighting the rule.

you can feel how tense he is, muscles coiled tight, every inch of him struggling not to flip you over and fuck you his way.

“you’re such a fucking brat,” he hisses in your ear, voice rough and low. “keep talking and i swear to god—” you cut him off with another slow grind, moaning softly. “but it really does feel so good… you can’t even handle hearing how wet i am for you, can you?” you ask and he groans.

rafe curses again under his breath, palm rubbing over his face once more as he tries to steady himself, clearly losing the fight with every bounce of your ass on his cock. the camera keeps rolling, catching every second of his struggle and your teasing control.

you keep riding him deep, ass bouncing against his abs, when rafe’s breath suddenly stutters hard in your ear. “fuck— i’m about to cum,” he growls, voice strained and desperate.

you stop instantly, lifting your hips and sliding all the way off his cock with a slick sound. you look back over your shoulder at him, lips curled in a smug little smile. “you’re gonna cum baby? oh that’s sucks.” you taunt. rafe’s eyes flash with pure annoyance, jaw clenched tight. “are you fucking kidding me right now?”

you turn around fully, pushing his chest until he falls back against the pillows, his muscular body laid out for you again. the camera catches everything, your curves moving over him, tits swaying as you crawl up his body. you hold his gaze the whole time, eyes locked on his as you drag your tongue slowly down the center of his abs, tracing every hard line and ridge, tasting the salt on his skin.

“poor rafe,” you tease softly, licking lower, brushing just above his throbbing cock. “can’t even last with me on top, huh?” you laugh. “you’re such a fucking tease,” he snaps, voice rough with frustration. “you’re really gonna edge me like this? after acting like you own my dick all night? this is bullshit.” he barks out.

you just smile and crawl higher, straddling his lap again. your mouth finds his neck, sucking hard on the skin right below his jaw, pulling a dark hickey to the surface while he keeps arguing.

“you think this is funny?” he hisses, even as his cock twitches hard against your thigh. “stop playing games and fuck me right or i’m taking over—”

you cut him off by wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling yourself close as you sink down onto his cock again slowly, letting every thick inch stretch you open. you moan softly against his neck, sucking another hickey right next to the first one, then another, marking him up while you start riding him in lazy, deep rolls.

“keep arguing, baby,” you whisper, stretching your body down against his, chest pressed to his, hips still working as you ride. your mouth stays on his neck, sucking and licking, leaving a trail of fresh hickeys while your pussy squeezes around him. “tell me how mad you are… i love when you get all pissed like this.”

rafe groans, hands fisting the sheets again as he fights not to grab you, his body tense and trembling underneath yours. the camera on the nightstand keeps recording every second, your ass moving, your mouth claiming his neck, his abs flexing with every slow grind of your hips.

you keep riding him slow and deep, mouth latched onto his neck, sucking fresh hickeys into his skin while your hips roll in filthy circles.

rafe’s breathing is wrecked, chest heaving under you. suddenly he sits up straighter, back leaving the pillows, muscles flexing hard as he tries to pull away from the overwhelming pleasure, jaw locked tight like he’s fighting not to blow his load too soon.

“fuck… wait—” he mutters, voice strained.

you don’t let him escape. you lift one leg up and put it where he bends his arm, his arm naturally hooking your leg over his arm, spreading yourself open even more. the new angle forces his cock impossibly deeper, hitting that perfect spot with every grind. it tricks him instantly, his hips buck up hard, fucking into you just right despite trying to stay still.

you moan loud right in his ear, lips brushing his skin as you cling to him, arms still wrapped around his neck. “mmh, rafe… your dick is so fucking big like this,” you whimper, voice breathy and teasing. “stretching me so full… i’m such a bad girl for making you hold back, aren’t i?” you say in his ear and he groans, grip tightening on your raised thigh even as he tries to stay in control.

you keep bouncing on him, pussy squeezing around every thick inch while you moan hotter in his ear. “don’t stop, baby,” you gasp, pretending like he’s the one driving into you. “fuck me just like that… don’t stop, rafe, please—”

“you’re not even letting me stop, you little shit,” he growls against your shoulder, breath hot and ragged, but his hips keep snapping up to meet yours, chasing the feeling even while he’s pissed about it.

you smile against his neck, sucking another dark hickey as you ride him harder in that spread-open position, leg held high by his strong arm. “your cock feels too good. don’t stop fucking me, rafe.” every moan, every teasing word pours right into his ear while the camera on the nightstand catches the whole thing. your bodies locked tight, his muscles straining, your curves bouncing as you use him exactly how you want.

you keep riding him hard in that twisted position, leg held high by his strong arm, his cock slamming deep with every bounce while your mouths hover close. your moans are filthy and constant in his ear, body stretched and pressed against him.

“you wanna cum, baby?” you whisper, voice dripping with mock sweetness as you clench around him. “tell me… you wanna cum so bad, don’t you?” you taunt. rafe’s grip on your thigh tightens, breath ragged and hot against your neck. “yes— fuck yes, let me cum.”

you smile against his skin and finally give in, riding him faster, hips slamming down as you chase it. the pressure builds fast and sharp inside you until you snap, you cum hard first, pussy pulsing and gushing around his thick cock.

warm liquid streams down his dick in messy spurts, soaking his abs and balls with wet, obscene noises that fill the room. the sound is filthy, slick and loud as you keep bouncing through it, creaming all over him.

“fuck— that’s it,” rafe groans, his voice breaking.

the second he feels you falling apart and soaking him, he loses it completely. his cock throbs violently inside you and he cums hard, thick ropes pumping deep into your pussy while you milk him through both your orgasms. his whole body tenses under you, muscles straining as he fills you up, the wet mess between you only getting worse with every twitch.

summary - you cancel your first date with garrett, because you get in your own head & believe you aren’t worth his time

pairing - garrett graham x reader

word count - +3.2k

a/n - lowkey just wrote this one for me & all my pmos girlies :((

It was hard to believe that you were going on a date with Garrett Graham.

Like THE Garrett Graham, who notoriously doesn’t do girlfriends, had asked you out after (apparently) secretly pining for you for months.

You can’t even remember when your friendship had started with him, but now you couldn’t imagine a life without him in it. He made you feel safe and comfortable, whilst also being able to have a good laugh and make-fun of each other.

Garrett was someone who had bettered your life.

Which is why you felt awful, sitting on the edge of your bed, phone clutched tight in your hands, drafting a message for a rain-check. An eternal rain-check.

rafe cameron was the golden boy of kildare. everywhere he went, everyone else followed.

so the first time he talks to you, you're genuinely convinced he has the wrong person. you’re halfway through packing your books after history class when his shadow falls over your desk.

“looks like you’re stuck with me,” he says when the teacher announces partners for the senior project.

“our project,” he repeats slowly, amused. “unless you wanna fail.”

you stare down at the paper in front of you. rafe cameron. of course the most popular guy in school paired with the quiet girl who barely speaks unless teachers call on her.

“okay,” you murmur.

he grins. “okay.”

the thing about rafe cameron was that he'd been bothering you for as long as you could remember.

not bullying, exactly. just... annoying. relentlessly, like a fly that buzzes constantly in your ear.

when you were eight, he'd stolen your bike helmet and made you chase him halfway down the street. when you were ten, he'd hidden your backpack in a tree. when you were twelve, he'd spent an entire summer calling you "shrimp" because you were shorter than him.

you never really got upset about it, mostly because he was an idiot. and because you had brothers. rafe wasn't even in the top five most irritating boys you'd ever met which somehow made it worse for him because he wanted a reaction.

and you never gave him one. not once.

rafe cameron pl!nks: pt2 MDNI

fucking you deep

eating you out while your wrist are tied up

cream pie on his dick n fucks you again

being his personal fuck toy

fingering you until you squirt

filming you while giving him a blow job

midnight actives

cumming at your ass

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞."

Rafe looked at you, truly looked at you for the first time in weeks, months perhaps. And he looked like he was about to break at any moment.

For a moment, you wanted to break too. But you had to be strong, you had to. – "You killed Sheriff Peterkin. I know you did." Your voice cracked.

You had wanted to say those exact words for so long, but you physically hadn't been able to. To be able to say it you'd have to admit it to yourself, you'd have to accept it, and you didn’t want to.

Your boyfriend was not a killer.

He clenched his jaw, tears threatening to fall down his pretty cheeks. – "Don’t say that, don’t fucking say that." He couldn't look at you anymore, his eyes fixated on a random spot on the floor.

You took a step closer, – "But you did. You killed her, you pulled that goddamn trigger. You shot her." You tried so hard not to cry, not to break down infront of him in one of the moments where you needed to be the strongest version of yourself.

He bit the insides of his cheek, hand on his forehead, you could see the way he replayed the moment in his head, over and over again. – "You don’t.. you don’t understand. I did it for dad, i'd do anything for him." A single tear escaped his left eye and ran down his face slowly, he wiped it away quickly. "I'd do anything for him to love me"

And that was it, that was all it took for you to not be able to hold it in any longer and all your emotions came crashing down onto you.

He just wanted to be loved, like any other human being.

– "He loves you Rafe, I know he does. And it's not because you kill people for him, it's not because you get him money or work for him.." you begun, taking a moment to breathe, to make yourself calm down. "It's cause you're his son."

Rafe flinched, as if the words frightened him. As if you being vulnerable around him, frightened him.

You tried to grab his hand, placing a messy kiss to it before he pulled away. – "You don’t have to earn his love, Rafe." Oh the tears were all over now, your mascara was smudged and the rest of your makeup was completely destroyed aswell.

And you couldn't help but wonder if your relationship was too.

It was quiet for awhile, Rafe anxiously fiddled with his rings. Eyes scanning the room, desperately trying to find a way out, to find a way to escape. – "He could've been arrested, he would've had to sit time for murder." He murmured under his breath, it was barely audible, he barely even said the words out loud.

– "That wasn't your fault, that was his own fault Rafe." You spoke, licking your lips, the salty taste of tears and something else displayed on your tongue.

Pure grief and heartbreak for the person you love most perhaps.

– "You didn’t put him in that situation Rafe, you were not responsible. You had no reason to help him, no reason." You continued.

That was when he broke, he slipped into your arms, head nestled in the crook of your neck as heavy sobs escaped him, – "I was never a good son. I just wanted to be good, you don't understand. He didn't love me before." He cried.

You didn’t say anything, you just held him and pressed a soft kiss to his head.

Though you wanted to tell him how loved he was, how much you loved him. You wanted to tell him that you used to cry yourself every night when you knew he was out getting high.

You wanted to tell him. But you couldn't.

You couldn't tell a killer that you'd do anything for him. You just couldn't.

© ＬＯＶＥＬＹＤＯＬＬＺＺ - please do not use or copy my work without permission. Love y'all and thank you for reading!

✎ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Is it bad that I cried while writing this? While I was watching season one for the first time I always said that Rafe had daddy issues, that if Ward would've appreciated him more, he wouldn’t have shot Peterkin. And I will always stand by that. I feel like he did it to get his dad's attention and love and that's exactly what this fic is based on. I love y'all so much and THANK YOUUUU FOR ALL THE LOVE IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME YOU GUYS DON’T EVEN UNDERSTAND !! 🤭

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻:

At first it was just his lighter.

You'd been sitting on the dock waiting for him, bored out of your mind, and somehow ended up sticking tiny silver rhinestones along the side.

Rafe didn't notice.

Then it was his sunglasses.

Then the case for his airpods.

Then the keys to his truck.

You never said anything. Just sat there with your little kit while he did whatever rich-boy thing he was doing.

A week later he tossed his wallet on the kitchen island.

"Why's there a star on this?"

You looked up from your drink. "No idea."

"Baby."

You shrugged.

Rafe narrowed his eyes.

Later that day he found three tiny pink gems on the corner.

The next morning there was a heart.

Then somehow his phone case had a whole pattern going on.

He finally caught you sitting cross-legged on his bed, tongue poking out in concentration while you glued rhinestones onto the back of his expensive watch box.

"...are you bedazzling my stuff?"

You froze.

"No."

"You are literally holding the gems."

"No proof."

Rafe stared at you for a second before looking around his room.

His lighter sparkled.

His sunglasses sparkled.

Even the stupid key fob for his truck sparkled.

"You've infected my belongings."

You started laughing.

Rafe grabbed the watch box, turning it over.

A tiny silver heart sat in the corner.

For some reason he couldn't stop smiling.

"You know what?" he said.

"What?"

He tossed the box down and wrapped an arm around your waist.

"Kinda like it."

Your jaw dropped.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Makes my stuff easy to spot."

You snorted.

The next day he showed up with a brand new black lighter and casually set it in your lap.

"What?"

Rafe kissed the top of your head.