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MDNI | 18+ content
-- giving rafe a bj while showering together
-- jerking rafe off while he finger fucks you
-- rafe fucking you on the couch
-- riding rafe when you're feeling really needy
-- rafe fucking you stupid
-- rafe making you to suck on his fingers
-- rafe eating you out
-- rafe kissing your clit over your panties
-- rafe fucking you so deep you can see his dick in your stomach
-- rafe fingering you so hard you squirt all over the bed
-- riding rafe on the couch
-- rafe rubbing your clit after he cums inside you
WARNINGS | allusion to child abuse, luke maybank, bruises, blood, angst, hurt/comfort, love confession, kinda enemies to lovers?
A/N | my first ever Rafe fic so bare with me 🙂
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Rafe was sitting in the living room, in the middle of rolling a joint when he heard rapid knocking on the front door. At first, he ignored it but the knocking got more aggressive. He groaned, getting up and marching to the front door.
"What?" He snapped the second the door was open. He expected anything but you standing before him, arms wrapped around yourself and clothes drenched from walking through the pouring rain. "Maybank? What are you-" He trailed off when he finally noticed the state you were in.
The bruises that lingered on your face and the bloody nose had Rafe already silently fuming. You and Rafe have an unspoken friendship if you dare to say that. Yes, you shouldn't like him. He's your brother's enemy, but Rafe was never actually rude to you, he does the usual bickering but in the end, you would both smile at each other and just go your ways.
Rafe himself doesn't understand what draws him to you. Maybe it's the way you're always smiling at him or standing up for your friends, even delivering a few punches when needed. Seeing you now, teary-eyed and hurt has him clenching and un-clenching his fists.
You sniffled, rubbing your arm nervously. "I'm sorry, I just...my brother's at a party and I didn't want to worry him. I...I didn't know where else to go..." you looked down at your feet. "Sorry, this was a stupid idea-"
Rafe didn't respond, you were about to turn around and leave but he quickly pulled you inside the house and into a hug, kicking the door shut with his foot.
The second you were in his embrace you broke down, sobs ragging through your shivering body. You wrapped your arms around him, your hands gripping tightly onto his shirt and face pressed into his chest.
"Shh, it's okay," he whispered, his hand resting on the side of your head, with the other he rubbed your back soothingly.
He pulled back to get a better look at your face, brushing a stray of hair out of your face and wiping the tears away.
"Who did this to you?" he asked and you closed your eyes shaking your head. "Hey, Hey, you're safe here. Okay?"
You open your eyes again. You could see in his eyes that he was truly concerned for your well-being.
Taking a shaky breath you muttered. "M-My dad...it was my Dad."
You watched him taking a deep breath before he goes to grab his keys. You quickly took hold of his arm.
"Wait! Please don't go... don't leave me here alone." you whimpered, bottom lip quivering and your grip tight. "Please, Rafe."
He sighed, placing the keys back in their designed bowl. "Come, let's get you fixed up." he grabbed your hand, leading you upstairs to his room. He made you sit on the edge of his bed, before going to the attached bathroom.
While he was gone you could take in his room, the luxurious furniture and pictures that probably cost more than you will ever archive in your life.
A few moments later Rafe came back with a small first-aid kit, a damp rag, and fresh clothes for you. He kneels before you, placing the stuff beside you, and starts to gently rub the dried blood off your face.
You hissed a few times when he graced a sore spot but you couldn't focus on the pain right now, more on how beautiful his eyes were. You developed feelings for Rafe for a while now, but never made a move because you knew JJ wouldn't approve of this at all.
At this moment you couldn't care less about your brother or the pogues. Your only focus is on Rafe and how gently he's with you. "Thank you..." you mumbled after he put the rag aside.
He flashes you a little smile. "No need to thank me. I've barely done anything."
"You could've just slammed the door in my face." You remarked, smiling a little.
"True. I would've to everyone else, but never to you," he confessed, continuing to fix you up.
"And why is that?" you asked in a teasing tone.
Suddenly he stopped what he was doing, his hands falling to rest on your knees, his eyes locking onto yours. "Because I like you. I like you a lot, actually."
"Y-You do?"
"How can I not? You're fucking amazing," he said, his hands now reaching up to cup your face, smirking. "For a Maybank."
You hit his arm playfully. "You're a jerk."
"Probably, but I still fixed your beautiful face." he teased, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you..."
"It's not your fault." you reminded him softly and he pulled back again.
"And neither is it yours, it's him, it's all him, you understand?"
When you nodded he grabbed the clothes next to you, placing them on your lap. "You should go take a warm shower. Don't want you getting a cold now."
You got up and made your way to the bathroom, smiling when you realized he gave you some of his clothes and closed the door behind you.
Rafe was patiently waiting on his bed, planning in his head what to do when he pays good old Luke Maybank a visit tomorrow. There's no way he will get away with this.
He gets pulled out of his thoughts when he hears the bathroom door unlock, smiling at the way his shirt almost reaches your knees. His smile faltered when he saw the bruises that formed all over your legs.
"Feeling better?" he asked, getting up to pull you into another hug.
You nod against him, mumbling softly. "Just tired."
Nothing more had to be said and Rafe swept you off the ground. You yelped in surprise, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. He carried you to the left side of his bed, lowering you onto it with utmost care.
He pulled the covers up before smoothly jumping over you on the free spot, savoring the way you laughed at him and hoping to hear it every day.
You were both lying on your sides, facing each other so close with your nose almost touching his. You reached a hand up to caress his face while he was tracing his finger up and down your arm.
"I-" Before you could speak his lips were on yours in a captivating kiss that had you closing your eyes and your head spiraling.
His hand went to the back of your neck to pull you closer, if that was even impossible. He only pulled back to let you breathe, smirking at your flustered expression.
"You don't know how long I've waited to do this," he said and you chuckled, having waited for an opportunity like this yourself for too long.
"I can imagine." you smiled at him, shuffling closer to snuggle against him.
He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. He's glad he could finally confess his feelings for you, the situation could have been a better one though, but a situation like that would never happen again now that he's got you safely in his arms and you can be sure he'll never let go of you again.
: ̗̀➛ rafe cameron, nasty little boy turned chivalrous gentlemen? she couldn’t even begin to fathom it.
: ̗̀➛ he was the boy who pulled her hair in class, and tripped her over in the hallway, leaving her to pick up loose pieces of paper and books, while he laughed from afar at her despair.
: ̗̀➛ she hated him, she hated him so much that even just his name had her blood boiling.
: ̗̀➛ to put it into words would be pointless really, cause the name rafe itself turned her into a word-vomiting mess.
: ̗̀➛ “a fucking jerk” and “a slimy, arrogant asshole” was the best her friends could make out once she started.
: ̗̀➛ oh, but he hated her too. he hated her pretty pink dresses, and the way she knew every answer in class, and how she’d never give a boy like him a second thought.
: ̗̀➛ but was it really hatred? or just longing? — longing for the girl who buried her nose in romance novels too long for him to even catch her eye.
: ̗̀➛ he’d never admit it though, of course not. y/n y/l/n? well, she was just a stuck up bitch who wore too much fuckin’ pink.
: ̗̀➛ yet, when she landed a part time gig at the island club, he couldn’t help but find himself there everyday, same place, same spot.
: ̗̀➛ “you gonna serve me sweetheart?” he’d tease, that same slimy smirk on his face— just like when they were eleven, this time he was taller, way taller, and he’d buzzed his hair.
: ̗̀➛ “you get the same thing everyday rafe, i’m not a moron” she’d bite back, rolling her eyes as his lingered on her hips, noticing the new way in which they swayed, nothing like the girl he knew years back— braces and pigtails.
: ̗̀➛ “you’re different..but i can’t put my finger on it” he hummed on a bland, tuesday afternoon once, leaning over the bar counter for a closer look. “it’s crazy how people change over the years, don’t you think?”
: ̗̀➛ “it’s a shame you’re still an asshole then..”
: ̗̀➛ “woah, you’ve definitely gained some confidence kid”
: ̗̀➛ one more roll of the eyes was given as she slid the whiskey glass across the counter, quickly turning away in search for another customer, but unfortunately for her, at four o’clock in the afternoon, he was the only one.
: ̗̀➛ “i’m not an asshole though, at least not anymore” he argued, taking a swift swig of his drink, relishing in the burn travelling down his throat. “oh yeah?” she’d scoff, leaning back against the opposite counter as she twirled a rag in her hand.
: ̗̀➛ “mhm, and i can prove it— if you let me take you out somewhere?”
: ̗̀➛ her eyes widened as she suddenly choked on her own breath, staring at him as if he was insane.
: ̗̀➛ “me? you want to take me out?” she gasped, almost scrambling to pick her jaw up from the floor.
: ̗̀➛ rafe would be utterly confused, completely baffled as to why she was so shocked. “i mean yeah? i asked you didn’t i?”
: ̗̀➛ y/n could hardly think straight, she was lucky the question didn’t knock her off her feet.
: ̗̀➛ no, no, no was on the tip of her tongue, but her mind couldn’t help but drift off to her inner eight year old, the one who stared at him across the room, longing for him to notice her.
: ̗̀➛ “is this some sort of sick joke?” her eyes narrowed, inching cautiously toward him.
: ̗̀➛ it took a good while for him to convince her he was being serious— that he wanted to take her on a date.
: ̗̀➛ “okay fine— you know where i live?”
: ̗̀➛ “of course, ‘pick you up at seven sweetheart”
: ̗̀➛ after clocking out for the day, you can bet your money she ran home, struggling to suppress the excitement while she rummaged through her closet, searching through the perfect thing.
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