│“I own you.”
-enemy!Rafe x Reader
-warnings: smut, slight degradation nd praise, slapping, possession kink. + no mentions of yn
You knew Rafe Cameron was an asshole, and one of your biggest haters. You could not breathe near him, he would go out of his way to make you suffocate. So you decided to go to parties, trying to escape him, but how can a frat boy like Rafe Cameron not be in every single party you went to, it was like he teleported everywhere.
“You're not coming here.” he stands beside the door of the frat house, one hand on the doorway, blocking your entry.
“Says fucking who Rafe? You don't own this house.” you snap back, crossing your arms, steam ready to blow out of your ears.
“No, but I live here, you're not stepping foot here.”
“Im entering this goddamn house if i want to and im going to flirt with all of your brothers and youre just going to have to cuck and cry, now fucking move!”
“Thats exactly why you're not entering.”
“Are you serious right now? They are all yours buddy, no need to be jealous.” you say in a fake, sarcastic tone, rage filling your body.
He chuckles, brushing his hair back with one of his hands, face dropping back to serious in seconds. “I don't care about that, YOU aren't flirting with them, not under my watch.”
You groan, stomping one of your heeled boots at the concrete ground. “What the fuck?! You don't have a say at this, Rafe, you're not my boyfriend!”
“No, im not.”he lowers his head, maining eye contact, millimeters away from you
“But i fucking own you.”
….
You're folded in half, one firm hand gripping your left hip so hard you're sure is going to bruise later, his other hand above you as he pounds into you, relentlessly, you keep squirming under his touch, his dick hitting your spot occasionally, making your hips jump. He grunts, wasting no time to move one hand and wrap it on the side of your neck, keeping you secure in place as he continues to pound furiously inside you, making the bedframe crash with the wall.
“Fuck, fuck, Rafe, im so so close.” you moan his name like a prayer as he hits your sweet spot over and over again. He grunts in response, “Cum on my dick, pretty. Show me how much of a slut you can be for me.” hips moving faster than you thought they could. Every sensation, his brutal pace, the slight curve of his hips at the movements, his words, the sweat forming on your chest and forehead, his gaze burning yours, it's tipping you over the edge by each passing second. Your eyes shut as you feel your orgasm washing through, you clench around him, preparing for that knot in your stomach to unravel. But he pulls all the way out, making you gasp, and before you can open your eyes in surprise, a slap across your face does the job. As you're about to ask, he cuts in.
“Look at me when I ruin you, I told you I fucking own you, and that means your going to do as I say, now lets try again.”
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Well that’s hot 🥵
