Hi! Could you write something where exewb!rafe (ex enemies with benefits in case the acronym is too confusing🫠) gets in a fight at a party and pogue!reader insist on helping him treat his wounds even tho she "hates him" and aren't even hooking up anymore. And rafe is all cocky and teasing her because he wants her back, and they could end up hooking up ir idk whatever you want
Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader smut
Rafe and you used to hook up, then he messed up and now you’re alone with his stubborn ass in a small bathroom, still taking care of him despite everything…
Warnings: smut, choking, size kink, violence, some angst but good ending, swearing
Note: Thank you for the request! I included them having feelings for each other despite being enemies the whole time, enjoy! ♡
─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───
It’s been a while since you last saw Rafe, or paid him much mind, really. You managed to heal over these past few months, leaving the toxic not-relationship with him in the past. It was never meant to start in the first place, considering his hatred towards everything in your life, including your beliefs, friends, lifestyle, and everything to do with your identity. Rafe? Didn’t move on at all.
He realised he fucked up right immediately after said you’re nothing to him. It wasn’t the truth, but he only realised after you vanished from his life. He only realised he was spiraling over missing your presence once it wasn’t there anymore. He started to abuse drugs a lot more since then.
That bonfire was at first like any other. Pogues and kooks gathered together, still snickering at each other but somewhat living in harmony for one night, a lot of alcohol, weed and wasted teenagers around. At first, you came with your friends, but they quickly got into a fight and ran off, something they’ve been doing a lot lately.
You just wandered around. You noticed Rafe with his friends immediately, they were loud as usual, reckless and drowning in the attention and praise from anyone afraid of them, or afraid of Rafe, to be specific. Your eyes locked with his for a moment, remembering the night before, the endless moans and sloppy thrusts against you, how he whispered praises to your ear and kissed you harsh at first, but melted into the kiss then.
“You feel s— s’damn good, made for me huh?” He gave the spot under your ear a bite and then kissed it softly. You were the only one to feel what was underneath that shell of anger and douche behaviour. When the doors closed behind you two and you’d be catching breath in the dark nights he’d be caring. He made sure you made it home safe, he usually couldn’t be bothered to drive you himself but he’d give you enough money for an uber and didn’t go to sleep ‘till you texted him you’re safe. One time you opened up about things being hard at home and he picked you up just so you wouldn’t have to listen to your parents screaming. Sure, it ended in you two having sex but a part of you thought he didn’t just do it for that. You saw how he was with his dad, or rather how harsh Ward was with his son.
And most importantly you learned how lonely Rafe really was. His friends were just… people around him. His family was being hard on him. At the end of the day he had no one, and you saw how broken he really was. But in your mind Rafe didn’t see anything in you beyond being a pogue. Just a… body he could release the tension with. You couldn’t be farther from the truth, but how were you supposted to know? He never slipped, never really took off the mask; besides a few soft touches and whispers in the dark.
You looked away, minding your own business. At least tried to. As you were grabbing a drink from a table near them, two girls tried to throw themselves at him, cooing compliments his way and both watching him with sparkly eyes. Something sharp stabbed your chest. Rafe told them to fuck off the second they touched him, tho… Grabbed one of the girls wrists and yanked it off him in a movement so harsh she yelped and looked at him with fear.
You noticed he didn’t really pay any attention to women around him lately. Apparently so did his friends. “Man, that was a golden ticket to a sweet three-way,” Kelce scolded Rafe, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.
“Whatever,” Rafe mumbled and took a sip of his own drink.
“He’s right, bro,” Topper tapped his shoulder, “if you keep scaring all the kook girls off you’ll have to fuck some dirty pogue.” Topper shook his head, and stumbled on his feet from that movement, too wasted to even stay still.
Rafe frowned slightly and his eyes roamed over your figure again, he didn’t say anything, but his eyes lingered on you too long, and they noticed.
Rafe noticed their looks and before they could say some stupid shit again, he scoffed. “Yeah, wouldn’t want that.” He dragged the words and looked you in your eyes.
Bastard. But if he thought shit-talking you right in front of you was going to work for him, he was wrong. You raised an eyebrow and went over to them with the drink in your hand. “What makes you think I’d be interested a sleazy snob?”
Kelce and Topper let out an impressed ohhh, getting amused by anything like toddlers. They expected Rafe to treat you like anyone who dared open their mouth against him, scream, spat, or in the least call you names and tell you to fuck off. Rafe just chuckled. “M’pretty sure you’d beg on your knees for me, sweetheart.”
His eyes sparkled, remembering you on your knees for him, in multiple occasions. You always talked back to him, told him to go to hell, and willingly choked on his cock anyway.
You wanted to spat something back at him, but Topper cleared his throat. “We could’ve lit the damn fire with the sparks flying off you two.”
In that moment you and Rafe both snapped out of raising eyebrows and eye-fucking eachother, frowning.
“Bullshit.” Rafe mumbled and turned his back to you, returning to whatever activities the kooks were up to before. You sighed annoyed and left the situation as well.
Some time went by, more alcohol was spilled, more people got wasted and left or came to join. You were chatting with a guy, Nolan, he was a pogue, a shy yet intelligent guy, a bit skimmish but handsome regardless. He was scratching the back of his neck, trying to explain to you something about space, and you were wasted enough to actually find it interesting. Or maybe he was just hot, so anything he was yapping about to you sounded good.
He was hot, yes, but there was a spark missing to him. You weren’t planning on anything, also not really interested in any guys now, Rafe fucked you so hard each night to the point you didn’t even have any energy left in you anyway, but just talking to someone handsome and well-spoken was nice.
Rafe was watching for a while now, hands restless with taps, shakes or the need to fidget with something. His pupils were blown from the mix of alcohol and multiple drugs he took that night, and his mind was foggy. He stopped caring about staying calm, and stormed off to you, pushing Nolan off, towering over him, using his much bigger body to it’s adventage. “Get fucking lost.” He spat in his face, shoving him away from you.
You froze, not expecting Rafe to do this… not here, not around so many people. To your even bigger surprise Nolan actually spat back, glaring up at Rafe. “Why the fuck would I? She your girl?” He asked mockingly.
Rafe grabbed his collar, and threw him backwards, he was ready to throw himself at the guy and probably break a few of his bones, but Topper and Kelce held him back. Nolan gave you a look in the midst of it all, rubbing his shoulder. “You coming?”
But you didn’t move. You just gave the tiniest shake of your head and Nolan finally left with a scoff. Topper and Kelce looked at each other, and then let go of their grips on Rafe. “The fuck was that?”
“Yeah, bro, are you and the pogue—“
“Shut the fuck up,” Rafe shoved them both off him, ignoring peoples attention on him. Pretty much everyone was staring now, all kooks, pogues, anyone here saw his little tantrum over you.
All that fuss over you, all those eyes on you now, only for him to say “As if I’d get with some fucking pogue. She’s nothing.” He spat and went off, leaving you there, with all the eyes on you and a poisonous feeling in your chest.
You left the party right away and approximately two minutes after the whole scene Rafe was spamming your phone for the rest of the night.
Ray: Meet me down the street, let’s go to mine
Ray: You actually wanted to fuck him?
Ray: Srsly where the fuck r you???
Ray: Why the fuck aren’t you home
And on top of that, countless missed calls. But that was it for you. You didn’t go home, spent the night with your pogue friends over at the Chateau, and never texted Rafe again, didn’t pick his phone calls and ignored him when he tried to talk to you. Eventually he stopped trying, but whenever he saw you again, his eyes would linger too long.
Four months of bliss and peace from his toxic ass.
“Fuck off,” he mumbled and pulled away from you, his whole body shaking from anger.
“Shut the fuck up and sit down,” you snarled at him and he rolled his eyes, but sat down on the bathtub just to get rid of you as soon as possible. You climbed in between his legs and harshly cleaned his cuts and wounds, but he didn’t even flinch.
“You’re a fucking loser, y’know that?” He mumbled and you pressed into one of the wounds, this time he did twitch a bit. “No, I mean it. Takin’ care of the guy who treated you like shit…” he mumbled, aiming it more at himself. You stopped for a second, thinking about what he said.
“At least you reali—“ you wanted to say but he cut you off.
“You miss my dick that badly?” He looked up at you with a grin.
“No, no. You followed me like a horny dog, others can’t fuck you that good?” He kept rambling.
“Rafe.” You warned him but he only grinned again, amused that he was getting to you.
“Well, I miss fucking you too, y’know.” He whispered like it was a big secret and you rolled your eyes… not allowing him to see that your stomach flipped and your knees got weaker.
“I don’t, you were pretty mid.” You scoffed and he laughed this time.
“Yeah? That’s why you were shaking and crying for more every time?” He whispered as he leaned closer to you. He was so tall that even when he was sitting down his head was almost at level with yours.
He softly kissed your collarbone, inhaling your scent that he missed so much.
“Stop it,” you pulled back from him and shoved on his shoulder. He actually whined, spoiled fucking kid, you thought, can’t handle not getting something he wants. You took his hand in yours to clean off his bloody knuckles, and he just smiled to himself, being smart for once and shutting up, enjoying the touch.
You didn’t even know why you were here, with Rafe instead of JJ. Of course out of all the people, Rafe had to jump after one of your friends. They messed each other up bad, both bleeding. JJ had broken ribs and blood running down his nose and mouth, he ended up worse but JJ had Kiara and Sarah running towards him and Rafe had no one there.
You were frozen when his shaky and wet eyes met yours. He was so angry, but you also knew, so alone. Fuck. You went over to him and shoved his back towards the bathroom.
“You’re so fucking stupid.” You said now, wiping blood off his lip.
“Fuckin’ hate him,” he mumbled and closed his eyes under your touch, his hand finding the back of your thigh and squeezing that spot, his thumb drawing circles into your skin, right below your ass. You let him.
“I know, you hate all pogues.” You mumbled, annoyed with him and pulled on his hair harshly to make him lean his head back so you could finish cleaning off the blood staining his chin. Rafe let out a satisfied sound at the rough tug, but frowned when your words settled.
He wanted to tell you he didn’t hate you. That he could never hate you. That you were the only thing on his mind to the point he might actually start hating you tho. Instead, he let his mind spill other words. “Do you fuck him?”
“What?” You stopped cleaning his chin and looked at him, frowning and ready to beat the shit out of him too. His squeeze at your thigh became firmer, and he looked at you again.
“JJ, do you let JJ fuck what’s mine,” he mumbled again and brushed his nose against the pulse on your neck, missing how he used to bite that spot freely. He let out a weak breath, warming up your skin.
“No,” you replied simply.
Rafe exhaled again, and used his free hand to tap against your wrist, “and someone else?” His fingers wrapped around your wrist, squeezing. He could probably cut off your blood flow if you gave him an answer he didn’t like.
He closed his eyes then and pushed on your thigh to pull you against him, you almost stumbled, and he took the first aid kit from your hands. He hadn’t heard you call him that in so long. Maybe he did hate you, because you made him hate his name. Just Rafe all the time, never Ray.
He placed the first aid kit somewhere behind himself and grabbed both your thighs from behind, lifting you up and forcing you to sit on his lap, the impact of being pushed onto his bulge harsh. One hand then squeezed your hip, glueing you down to him and the other found your chin, squeezing it, forcing you to look at him.
His lap felt too good, the bulge brushing against you, his much bigger body still somehow fitting perfectly under yours, you let out a shaky breath and looked into his eyes, his eyelids heavy and shaky staring at you, as he used his hand on your waist to force you to move against him.
“You fuckin’ left me,” he hissed at you, and squeezed your chin harder. It hurt. Instead of flinching away from him, you rocked your hips and whined when you felt him brush against your already throbbing clit.
“You deserved it, asshole.”
Rafe groaned in response, he pulled you in for a kiss, biting your lower lip, and immediately sliding his tongue into your mouth, messy, desperate, and irritated. You whined against his mouth again and allowed him. You kissed him back just as messily, biting his lip back.
Rafe chuckled and stood up with you, his hands holding your body against his still, and he pushed you against the sink, your back hitting the faucet.
“Ow,” you arched your back.
Rafe rolled his eyes. “Fragile little thing, hm?” His hands pulled your legs apart with force, his body sliding between them and he lifted your dress up, finding your soaking pussy with his fingers already.
“Fuck, baby—“ He gasped into your mouth, biting your lip again, feeling his dick twitch from how soaked you made his hand already.
He pulled you in for another kiss and let his fingers slide inside you with his rings still on, caressing your spongy walls and pumping them in and out slowly. You sucked on his tongue, and moaned against his mouth in pleasure, his fingers already stretching you out good enough to make you come.
His cold rings sent shivers down your spine. You looked down to where your dress was lifted, and his big fingers were pushing in and out of you, soaked so much a few drops fell on the floor.
Just the look at his hand, his veins, his fingers inside you made you shake and squirm, moving your own hips against his hand.
“Shhh, nuh-uh, you made me suffer all this fuckin’ time, you’ll not come that easy.” He pulled back then, leaving you suddenly empty, and you groaned weakly, pushing your hips towards his hand again, needing him but Rafe just shook his head.
He took your wrist and forced your hand on his bulge, groaning when you automatically squeezed him through his pants. “My cock’s been so dry, all your fucking fault.” He mumbled, and guided your fingers towards his belt. You kissed him and unbuckled it fast with shaky hands, pulling his pants and boxers down, giving his dick a few desperate strokes yourself, almost pulling on it to get it closer to your spread legs.
Rafe chuckled at that, and you couldn’t help but to laugh too. “Need you, Ray,” you cooed after the laugh, finding his bicep with your hand and squeezing it, hiding your face in his neck. “Please,” you whispered against his skin.
“Mm, didn’t feel good to not get fucked out huh?” He brushed his head against your folds a few times, you threw your head back and moaned a quiet no. He took his time, his head throbbing against your folds and clit, rubbing against your wet cunt.
His teeth found your neck, biting down hard enough to leave bruises for a week. “Mm, I didn’t fuck anyone else either,” he mumbled and slithered his hand around your body to your back, “I don’t want some whores pussy, just yours, baby—“
“Good. If you fucked someone else I’d kill you.” You mumbled back and pushed his hand away from his dick, rubbing it harder against your cunt, throwing your head back and rocking your hips against it.
That did it for him, Rafe chuckled darkly as he slid inside you, you shut your eyes in the pain, not being used to how big he was after such a long time, but Rafe had all the time in the world now. He kissed the corner of your eye and waited a bit before experimentally thrusted against you. “Fuck,” he whispered, “I just want you. Just need you.”
You found the back of his neck with both your hands, pulling him closer and tugging at his hair. Rafe started to thrust against you, going harsh, rough, sliding into you fully each time, stretching you out, and groaning against your mouth every time your warm walls squished him.
You were a moaning mess, moving your own hips against his, scratching his skin wherever you could, arms, chest, stomach, neck, sucking on his tongue and biting his lips. Your lewd moans mixed with the sounds of your wet pussy being ruined by him.
His hand remained on your back, shielding your skin from hitting the faucet again and again, instead his already bruised hand did, so much to the point his hand started bleeding again, but he didn’t care.
His mind went blank at your nicknames. You didn’t call him baby before, and he got addicted to it already. “Mm, ‘m fuckin’ you that good?” His hand, still wet from fingering you before, found your neck and he squeezed as he kept thrusting against you, picking up the pace but still going all in every single time.
“S’fuckin’ good,” you moaned again and squeezed his waist with your legs, pulling him closer to you, making him almost stumble on top of you. “S’big, so fuckin’ big.”
“Mm, keep takin’ it,” he grabbed your chin and made you look into his eyes. You held eye contact while your eyes sparkled and mouth kept gasping for air, such pretty fucked out face. Your spongy walls felt so warm it made his head spin.
“Open your mouth,” Rafe growled and you obeyed immediately, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out for him, looking into his eyes. He spat into your mouth, and you swallowed it with a grin, giving his chin a bite in return, licking some of the blood from the fight off.
The sounds of skin slamming against skin filled the bathroom, muting out the sounds of the party outside. He wondered if they could hear your moans over the music, the thought sending electric spikes into his stomach, making him go harder against you, slamming against you roughly, making your whole body ache.
“Hey, hey,” he grabbed your thights and pushed them apart more, shoving his body closer to yours, fucking you deeper, “scream for me, let them hear you belong to me.” He whispered under your ear and kissed your neck again, leaving purple bruises.
“Rafe,” you whined, but it wasn’t good enough for him.
“Louder,” he growled and pushed fully into you again, pushing his big dick to the edge, past your limits to the point you could feel him in your stomach, his fingers found your soaked cunt and rubbed your core, feeling your body shake against his. For a moment his hand left your back so he could grab your throat again, squeezing hard, making you arch your back and see stars from the lack of air.
“Rafe! Fuck, baby—“ you moaned louder, your own nails digging into his skin… still not good enough. Rafe growled and pushed your head against the mirror behind you, his fingers tilting your chin sideways while he still squeezed your throat.
“See what a little slut you are?” He moaned himself, feeling his dick twitch inside you, his grip on your hair tightened, he glued the side of your head against the mirror, his thrusts becoming needier, messier, sloppy but still fast. Still so fucking deep.
You looked at your face in the mirror, eyes glossy and mouth open, making sounds for him, looked at him behind you, his body towering over you, trapping you under him, your shaky breaths leaving the image foggy. Your back was hitting the faucet, for sure creating bruises, but all you could feel was Rafes throbbing dick hitting that weak spot inside you.
“RAFE!” You screamed now, watching how drunk he was on that sound in the mirror, his eyes rolling back, his own knees giving out. “Baby,’m gonna—“
“Yeah, come on my dick, baby, I got you,” he pushed your head against the mirror again, forcing you to watch. You looked at where his dick was filling you, sliding in and out and how his hands on your body were shaking.
“I don’t hate every pogue,” Rafe let out through his shaky breaths and moans, resting his forehead against the crook of your neck, “I never hated you.”
You felt your own legs hurt and shake, your whole body on fire as your stomach snapped inside. You screamed his name, grabbed onto him, pulled his body closer against yours, moaned so damn loud and weak for him.
That was it for him too, he squeezed your clit in between his fingers one more time before his cum filled you up, your fucked out cunt so full of him, still so warm.
He could barely breathe, his head stayed resting against your neck, his dick still inside you, pushing the cum deeper into you. You felt on fire inside, stuffed with him. You were both sweaty, your chest rising against his.
A few minutes went by of just staying like this. Then it all started to come to your senses, the bruises on your thighs, the burning skin all over your neck and chest, the numbness in your legs, and your back hurt so fucking bad from the faucet.
“Shit,” you mumbled and Rafe finally looked up at you, pulling slightly back, but still close, still holding your body and still inside you.
“Hm?” He just mumbled and kissed one of the bruises he left on your neck. “You’re a mess,” he mumbled and chuckled against your skin.
“Your fault.” You whispered, stubborn but not willing to move at all. When he finally pulled back properly, his cum leaked down your legs, your dress was wet and messy as well.
“Yeah,” he smirked, smugness evident in his voice. Asshole. “Wanna come to Tannyhill with me?”
You left the party together. You tried to clean up, but everything about you was still a mess. Rafe threw his arm around your shoulders, shielding you from the people at the party and shamelessly leading you outside to his car.
