pushing the limit. 💅🏻 (SUGARDADDY!SIMON x BITCHY!READER)
you were bitching about how your mani-pedi was more expensive than usual, and Simon didn't give you enough money. you were bitching because he kept opening up the car windows and it was messing up your hair. now you're bitching about the steak he cooked you. apparently, it's too bloody to eat.
he drops the knife onto the table and lunges for you, his big, rough hands wrapping around your throat. 'can't do anything right, or is it I've let you get away with this too bloody long, hm?' he seethes.
your wide eyes are on his feral ones. that bitchy demeanor turning soft. you're shaking your head. 'been mean,' you confess. it's almost like you didn't notice until right now.
'been chewin' my bloody ear off! I give you everything, do i not, love?!'
'you do,' you tell him honestly.
he's lifting your skirt, spinning you around, shoving your heeled feet apart with his foot. 'punish me, daddy. i deserve it,' you purr, leaning your cheek against the fridge.
synopsis: your friends find you about you and rafe
ever since you and your best friend rafe had begun to hook up, it was agreed that it would stay on the down low.
its not like you were embarrassed - rafe was obviously hot, and at least half the girls on the island would want to be in your position - it was more so that you didn't want it to be blown into a thing bigger than it was.
or, bigger than it was agreed to be.
besides, it took away that ever present pressure for some sort of label, or question from strangers on whether or not it was more than just friends with benefits. neither of you really felt like dealing with randoms knowing your personal business.
so, the two of you snuck around, and honestly, you preferred it.
it added to the excitement of what you two were doing. years of words unsaid, of tension thick, of teases from your friends - finally manifested into something real, something physical.
and it was bliss. true, utter bliss.
there wasn't any pressure like you had felt in your past relationships. rafe had known you since the two of you were in diapers, and he above all, was your best friend. it felt natural, and simple, in the very best way possible.
if you were honest, you had always felt like you had to preform during sex in the past. you had a big personality, so guys often assumed that carried into the bedroom, and you of course, didn't want to disappoint them, so you played it up a bit.
but with rafe? he knew who you really were behind the bite and the bark. he knew your truest self, your most naked form - before he ever really saw you naked in a sexual context.
you were able to relax when you were with him, really experience it, rather than just do it. and it was kind of a first for you - a first for both of you, really.
you expected that rafe probably felt that same pressure in bed - the guy had a reputation for himself, one he must've felt he had to uphold. you thought that maybe having sex with you was kind of a relief for him as well - to let his guard down a bit, to not feel like he has to be big bad rafe all of the time (though, some of the time its definitely appreciated).
so to summarize: rafe and your arrangement was perfect - until things started to get complicated, of course.
you, rafe, and all your friends were having out in the backyard of tannyhill. the sun set over the water, as you all laughed and drank, enjoying each others company on the warm, summer night.
you were sat between rafe and topper, both who had beers in their hands, and you, who had a red solo cup of pink whitney mixed with club soda.
you feet were propped over rafes lap, and your torso was drowning in his hoodie.
when the two of you first started hooking up, you worried that your friends would suspect something. you quickly realized that you and rafes behavior towards each other wasn't much different from how you acted before.
the two of you had always been oddly affectionate for two strictly platonic friends. one was always sleeping over at the others, always touching in some way, always together - you even went as far as to changing in front of each other.
so really, things hadn't changed that much.
rafes hand rested on your lower thigh, subconsciously rubbing his thumb over the skin that was there. you studied his expression - how his brows pitched together in concentration, how the corners of his lips twitch up when he found something amusing but didn't want to laugh, how he rubbed his jaw when he was getting antsy - all things you had noted a million times before.
knowing rafe and everything about him sometimes felt like your strange hobby, like a skill you had that nobody else possessed.
you subtly poked his knee with you foot, trying to gather his attention. his head twists over to you, and his brows slightly narrow in confusion.
you sit up a little, leaning over to talk more quietly.
"y'getting tired?" you ask, your voice low and even, not giving anything away.
rafes lips tilt up, reading you anyways. "why, y'want me to be?"
you roll your eyes. "shut up. you're so annoying, i was just asking," you huff, slumping back down.
rafe, used to your attitude, simply keeps his smirk as he now leans over to you. "what, you don't want to go up to bed? don't want me bad righ now? i mean, i was starting to get a little restless just sitting here, was kinda waiting for you to say something, but i mean, if you'd rather stay here-"
you roll your eyes again, cutting him off. "fine! whatever i guess we can go up..."
rafe chuckles as you go on, the two of you unaware of someones eyes on the two of you, narrowed in confusion and suspicion.
"yo, whats goin on over there?" your head whips at the sound of toppers loud skeptical voice.
you feel your cheeks heat under your frown and narrowed eyes, as rafes hand on your thigh halts ints movement.
"whats happening?" kelce questions, his eyes darting from topper to the the two of you.
toppers brows remain furrowed, as he studies the two of you. "yo are you two...?"
rafe cant find words under your friends skeptical gazes. you scoff, yet the tip of your ears turn pink. "the fuck are you on about, topper? too many beers?" you jaunt condescendingly, arms crossed over your chest as your brows raise challengingly.
topper rolls his eyes back. "nah, nah, don't play that shit with me. i heard you guys talking about going upstairs or some shit,"
the rest of your friends begin to question you at both at once, voices all piling on top of each other. rafe sits up abruptly, hands running down his face. "can you all shut the fuck up, please? given me a goddamn headache," he groans.
"c'mon man, give it to us straight. you two hooking up or what?" top questions.
"holy shit, yes, yes we are. can you please fucking leave us alone now?" rafe exclaims, and you instantly smack his arm. "rafe!"
rafe rolls his eyes. "they were going to find out eventually, doll. we werent exactly careful if this dumbfuck over here could spot it."
"fuck you man," topper curses but lets out a breathy chuckle as he falls back to his seat, shaking his head in disbelief.
your friend ryan lets out a laugh. "no way, the two of you? i mean, we all knew you guys were in love with each other, just never thought you would do anything about it."
you roll your eyes, cheeks pinking at the use of that funny little four letter word. "its not like that. not thats its any of you morons businesses, we're just hooking up."
kelce raises his eyebrows. "just sex?"
you nod, smug smile on your lips. "mhm."
rafes jaw clenches for reasons unknown even to him as he lets out a hum in agreement, his hand subconsciously tightening on your thigh.
your other friend peyton laughs. "yeah, right. good luck with that."
your eyes narrow, and as your open your mouth to argue, rafe stands up, taking your hand and walking towards the doors. "thanks," he says casually, "but were going up to bed. big day."
the guys laugh douche-ishly, as toppers obnoxious voice shouts, "yeah, you two have fun 'sleeping'," he teases.
you roll your eyes and give him the middle finger as rafe pulls you inside, slamming the door behind him. as soon as the two of you are alone you shove his chest.
"what the hell, rafe! i cannot believe you just told all of them!" you whisper shout.
despite your anger, rafe chuckles, not budging an inch at your push. "you gonna spend all this time yellin at me, or are y'gonna let me take you to my room?"
your expression stays angered, yet your lips shut. rafe can tell he won, and he takes a step closer, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. you feel an inclination to melt into the familiar, welcoming touch, yet you stay put.
"yeah?" he whispers into your lips after a moment of silence. you feel weak all of the sudden, yet you fight to keep your guard up, fight to keep up that fiery persona that everyone knows you so well for.
yet rafe never really fully believed it, anyways. hes always known you too well.
you nod into his hand, fingers inching towards his belt loop, pulling him closer.
rafes lips tilt up, recognition in his eyes. "yeah," he whispers, confirming your nod of approval for what it was. you feel the warmth of his palm disappear as he reaches down for your hand, interlocking your fingers as he sends you that cocky smile, (which you had grown ever so fond of) leading you up the stairs to his bedroom.
From the nsfw list, 1. “no underwear? did you plan this?”, 82. “i still hate you”, 80. “if you hate me so much, why are you letting me do this?” and 32. “this is a one time thing” sound like they would be so good together with a bitchy!reader who acts like she hates his guts. i love mean women
You weren’t sure if you’d somehow made a deal with the devil in the past, but having Rafe as your neighbour was perhaps karma for all the attitudes you’d given to everyone in life. Moving into your new apartment, away from the Cut, was supposed to be a fresh start, but only lasted all of about a week.
You’d accidentally let a girls' night run too long—music too loud, laughter spilling into the early hours—when a series of aggressive bangs rattled your door. Already irritated, you stormed over, fully prepared to put whoever it was in their place.
But the second you yanked the door open, your expression fell.
Rafe stood on the other side, brows furrowed, jaw tight, looking exactly as cold and unimpressed as ever. His eyes flicked over you once before he sneered, “O’course it’s a pogue.”
Since then, it had been a feud between who could outdo the other—loud music at 3 AM, banging on the walls, “accidentally” backing your car into the shiny BMW parked behind you and leaving a dent the size of a fist, and a constant stream of insults whenever your paths crossed.
Tonight, though, was hard to get by when all you could hear were the irritating moans of seeping through the walls from Rafe’s apartment. Even with your constant jabs at the wall to make him take a hint, the noise wouldn’t come to a stop, nor was your growing hatred for the man who’d somehow managed to follow you out of the island.
Unable to take it any more, you walked over to the apartment door just steps from yours, your fist pounding relentlessly against the wood until it finally swung open. A brunette stood there, wide-eyed, clutching half her belongings, while Rafe lingered behind her, shirtless, chest glistening with a sheen of sweat.
“Could you quiet the fuck down for three seconds while piping Miss Pornhub over here?” You hissed, glaring as she walked past you, faced reddened in embarrassment. Rafe smirked, completely unfazed. “What can I say?” he shrugged. “I’ve got a talent for makin’ ‘em scream.”
“Shut the fuck up. You could- Let go of me!” Your words cut off into a sharp yelp as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his apartment.
“I know damn well those three inches weren’t the reason she was screaming,” you snapped, yanking against his grip. “So drop the ego, dumbass.”
"Feisty tonight, aren't we?" Rafe murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear. His breath was hot, smelling faintly of mint and something distinctly him. He shifted his hips, and you could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing insistently against your ass while his free hand slid down from your hip, tracing the curve of your thigh before dipping between your legs. His fingers brushed against the fabric of your shorts, then paused.
A slow, knowing grin spread across his face as he looked down at you, his blue eyes dark with lust. "No underwear? Did you plan this?"
Heat flooded your cheeks, a mixture of anger and unwanted arousal. "Shut the fuck up, Cameron. I still hate you," you spat, trying to sound convincing even as your body betrayed you, leaning slightly into his touch.
He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through your back. "If you hate me so much," he whispered, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, "why are you letting me do this?" Rafe’s fingers slipped past the hem of your shorts, finding you slick which made him smirk. He circled your clit slowly for what felt like forever before sliding a finger inside you, making you gasp.
Your head fell back against his shoulder, your resolve crumbling with each deliberate stroke of his fingers. "This is a one time thing," you managed to choke out, your voice breathy and weak. "Just to shut you up."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, princess," he rasped, withdrawing his hand and quickly undoing his jeans. He freed his cock, thick and heavy, and nudged your legs apart with his knee.
Without warning, he drove into you in one smooth, deep thrust, filling you completely. You cried out, your nails scrabbling against the door for steadiness as he set a punishing pace, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. His hand covered your mouth, muffling your moans as he fucked you against the door, your hatred for him warring with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins.
"God, you're such a fucking asshole," you managed to snarl against his palm, the words muffled but still dripping with venom as he pistoned into you.
He just laughed, the sound a low, arrogant rumble in his chest. "And you're still taking it, aren't you? Bet you've been dreaming about this since you moved in." He removed his hand from your mouth, only to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back at an angle that was just shy of painful. "Tell me how much you hate it."
"I hate it," you gasped, your voice cracking as he drove deeper, hitting a spot that made your toes curl as you felt the orgasm building deep inside you. "I hate your selfish, entitled ass and God, you're so fucking full of yourself."
"And you're ‘bout to be full of me," he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Come on, princess. Say my name."
"Fuck no," you spat, but your body betrayed you as your muscles clenched around him, your orgasm crashing over you so hard your knees buckled. A strangled cry escaped your lips, and Rafe followed you over the edge with a guttural groan, spilling inside you.
He stayed there for a moment, his forehead resting against your back as you both struggled to catch your breath. You were the first to move as you shoved him off, turning around with a glare that didn’t quite hide the way your chest was still rising and falling too fast.
“Don’t get comfortable,” you muttered, yanking your shorts back into place like this was nothing. “This doesn’t mean anything.”
you started working at the BAU two months ago. People probably wouldn’t guess that was your actually off of a fleeting glance but you were and you were damn good at it. You were a profiler. You knew how to work people, causal manipulation into falling into traps , and overall you knew what makes people tick.
You knew Spencer had to stir his coffee 27 times counterclockwise or else it would be unbearable. You knew Emily had to keep the first button of her blouses unbuttoned because the collar made her feel like she was suffocating.
And with Hotch? you weren’t sure yet. he never stayed around you long enough for you to find out. you’d walk into a room and he’d leave. it was like magnets pushing away from each other. you wondered if he hated you. if he thought you were a skank based off of your attitude. You’d never change for anybody, it took a long time to get to know yourself as well as you did. But Aaron made you wonder.
Maybe your pink and white outfits weren’t up to his code. Maybe your lipstick and shimmery gloss made you look like a kid. Maybe the new hairstyles you always tried everyday made you seem unprofessional. Even with all this swirling in your mind, you still stayed true to yourself. But the more he pulled away, the more you tried.
You’d say slick things to him when you were traveling to a new crime scene. after going over the general stuff about the new case, the plane was silent except for the occasional flick of Spencer’s book. You were bored and you had atleast 2 more hours of the ride. you didn’t think you could survive the silence any longer.
skipping over to where Aaron sat, you slid into the seat next to him, trapping him by the window. he tried to get up to move but you pulled him back down by his tie.
“This is so pretty ya know? i have something at home just like this! it’s a like totally bigger though” he only let out a strangled hum, face flushing with what you thought was annoyance. pressing harder, you continued. “Yea it works almost as well as ties. It’s a lot softer on my skin, for when m tied up.”
“tied up?” he questioned, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. your hand trailed up his chest, the other one preoccupied with fiddling with his tie. this was surely crossing over some kind of HR code. You hoped he wouldn’t report you over this. the thought of losing this job and the ability to see him making you falter over your words. “Y-Yea! sometimes i like to be restrained, makes my head fuzzy. You should try it, could come over the next time i do.” you winked.
Aaron was sure he was a goner now. slacks fighting against his bulge, mouth cotton dry, and hands palming his thighs trying to keep them from sweating. He needed to get out of this seat. but the way your tits bounced in your shirt as you adjusted to lean closer to him had his thoughts racing, practically praying for some kind of mercy, some miracle to give him the courage to not cum.
“anyways! just wanted to talk to you, always look so bored and serious. i could really help you brighten up though. i’m good at relaxing people.” you walked away as though you didn’t just almost make him cream his pants, turning aroung only to take one last look at him with a smile.
He let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding, trying to compose himself. he fixed his tie, turning around to see if you were back in your seat, and there you were. legs crossed as you relaxed and read off some article out of your magazine. you caught his gaze, as you always did. giving him a coy smile and a finger wave, giggling when his eyes widened at you noticing him.
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The jet landed and soon you were where you needed to be. some place in Maine where small town murders seemed to be happening. The girls disappeared for days, their bodies showing up after. but it seemed like they were tortured beforehand, not for just a little. but for days on end. You guys quickly handled it, only with Hotch getting a slight shoulder injury and Morgan taking a knife to the shoulder. You were okay of course. Hotch made you the bait, it irritated you at first but atleast you were out of the cross fire.
you ended up back at the hotel as the jet wouldn’t be ready until early morning. Your room was right next to his and he prayed to God that things would go smoothly.
You could hear him groaning and grunting, wondering if he brought someone to his room right now. the thought annoyed you enough that you stalked right over there and banged on his door. He opened the peephole seeing you right outside. tits pressed up against your cotten shirt, nipples on full display. you had on pajama pants, ones with bunnies and bows on it. Your face was bare, except for the lipgloss that coated your lips. He wondered if the flush on your cheeks was natural or not.
He let you in, watching as you canvases the room, standing in the middle to see if anyone would pop out of a random corner. “um, is everything alright?” He asked, voice shakier than he would’ve liked. He cleared his throat, hand rubbing the back of his neck where his pain bloomed from.
“mhm, thought you had somebody in here-“ you cut yourself off as you turned to look at him, seeing the grimace on his face and the obvious discomfort. you tried not to notice how he had no shirt on, the chest hair trailing across his pecs and the happy trail making you salivate. “Aww, you poor thing! Aaron you look in pain.”
“Wow thanks for the compliment. Really appreciate it.” he spoke dryly, trying to feign nonchalance so maybe you wouldn’t notice him chubbing up in his pants. He wondered if you had any underwear on. The question making his head swim.
“you know” you started, walking closer to him, hands clasped behind your back. He tried not to pay attention to how your chest was pushed out and he could see down your shirt. He also tried not to notice how your belly started to show uber the shirt, the slight pudge making a groan fight its way out his mouth.
“i’m really good at massages. i could totally help you out!”
“Yea? is that the relaxing you were talking about earlier?” your face flushed at his question, try to compose yourself with a gulp. “Not exactly but I wanna help you. Please Aaron? would make both of us feel better!”
“And how’s that?” His arms folded over his chested, his walls slightly going up. The stoic face he put on made your thighs clench and you prayed he didn’t notice.
“well you’ll stop being so tense and ill feel happy knowing you’re better!”
with a sigh he gestured towards the bed, laying on his stomach. You stood there in the same spot, a little shocked he actually agreed. you shook your head to break your fog and sat on his back. you were carefully and skillfully pressing on all his pressure points, making sure to pay attention to the ones that looked particularly tense.
Aaron wasn’t exactly quiet, you heard him sigh at certain spots, shifting under you. sometimes a muscle on his lower back would rub against your cunt and you had to bite your lip to conceal the moans that you desperately wanted to let out. You got to the spot right by his shoulder blade and he let out a groan that sounded pornographic, the kind you think about for days when you touch yourself. You paused, chest heaving and face flushed.
“Keep going sweetheart, starting to feel better.” You swallowed and nodded, not realizing he couldn’t see it. You eventually finished the massage, with you now being the one pent up and tense, clit throbbing in your underwear. you were sure there was a wet spot in your panties right now and you wanted nothing more than to fuck your self on your fingers right now.
you hopped off his back, quietly trying to slip away. He turned over in his bed, the sound of blankets shifting making you falter. “where you going? i got some other kinks that need to rubbed out.” you let out a whimper on accident, the sound reaching his ears and making him smirk. you pivoted on your heel turning around only to see him laying on his side propped up on his elbow.
“oh! i was just um, gonna go back to my room-“ he cut you off with a shake of his head, curling his finger in a come here motion. you stood still for a second, before your brain caught up with you feet and you moved towards him.
you sat on the edge of the bed across from him, but no that wouldn’t do. sitting up against the headboard, Aaron lifted you up by your hips, effortlessly placing you on his lap. you could feel how hard he was in his pants, his work pants still on.
He leaned in, lips ghosting over your for only a second. he looked down at you, making contact with your glossy eyes and blown pupils. “This okay honey?” you nodded, too scared to let out words.
you tilted you head up, trying to make contact with his lips, but he backed his head away just a little, enough to make you crazy. when he finally did kiss you, it was like nothing you’ve done before. you’ve obviously been with guys before but this? it was different. he knew how to handle you, how to make you feel good.
he brought one his hands from your waist up to your tit, rolling your nipple between his nimble fingers. the action made you gasp, giving Aaron the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. he didn’t rush it, and there was no fight. you let him control it, control you. his tongue getting every spot in your mouth, rubbing against yours in a dance you knew before. your handles stumbled across his chest, eventually landing to hook under his arms to ground yourself.
the hand still on your waist moved you to rock against his cock, white hot pleasure shooting through you. you rested your head against his as he pulled away from you, kissing down your neck right to your pulse point. he knew how to make you feel good, wanting to take care of your needs before his own.
“is that the spot baby? this making you feel good?” you nodded against him, trying to keep yourself composed as he kept you moving on him. you tried to stay quiet, you really did! but as his kisses got sloppier and wetter, it seemed almost impossible! his tip caught against your clit through your pants making you moan out his name. his lips moved back to yours, slotting against you mouth as he took over once again. “i want these, off now” he spoke, pausing to point to your pajama pants, now wrinkled with your previous activities. you jumped up to take them off, the eagerness in your actions making him smile. as you stumbled back onto his lap, nervousness creeped in.
Aaron noticed, as he always did. he took your chin between his two fingers as his other hand rested on the small of your back. “take it slow baby, use me how you wanna. it’s all yours”
you started off slow, trying to figure out a rhythm that felt right. once you found it you started to get more confident in your movement, little ‘uh uh’ falling out your mouth. Aaron loved how you were falling apart on him right now. he couldn’t focus on anything else besides the angel fucking herself on his bulge and the way her tits bounced in his face. he leaned down to press kisses to your tits, your hands reaching to grasp at his hair. He let you of course, he’d let you do anything at this point. you could feel yourself getting closer, and so could he.
“don’t come yet, wanna do it with you baby. f-fuck not yet. jesus, god, just, just, oh fuck. fuck you feel so good!” he murmured against your skin, the vibrations making you shake against him.
it didn’t take long for him to get close, if it had you think you’d probably go crazy trying not to come. “fuck- let me cum-please, please! sir can- can i? - oh god-“ he shit you up with a kiss, using his strength to rock you against him faster as your orgasms creeped up on you. you both came with blinding pleasure, the feeling tiring you both out. Hotch didn’t stop as you came though, he kept going, pushing you into that slight overstimulation with a smile. the low lidded eyes watching your face morph into a scrunch as your tried not to let the tears of pleasure and pain fall down. he gave you a break once the first tear fell, letting you slump against his body into a blissful sleep.
Reader is of legal age. Everything is consensual, just mean.
You weren’t supposed to take the whole capsule. But when did you ever listen to Rafe Cameron?
You sat on your bedroom floor, head tilted back against the wall, your legs spread wide open because your body wouldn’t stop buzzing. It felt like your skin was on fire, your clit twitching with every breath, every flicker of light, every thought of him. It was pathetic.
You were half-high, half-drenched, and all attitude.
You grabbed your phone and called him again. He picked up on the second ring.
“What now?”
“Oh, so now you answer?”
“You’ve called me four times.”
“Because you gave me that new molly like a jackass and didn’t warn me it was gonna turn me into a fuckin’ nympho. I’m crawling out of my skin over here.”
Rafe groaned low. “Did you take the whole thing?”
“…No.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“…Maybe.”
“You’re such a dumb fuckin’ brat, you know that?”
“And you’re a dealer with no customer service.”
There was a pause. Then: “Be ready in five.”
He didn’t knock. He never did.
He just shoved the door open and stalked in like he owned the place. His jaw was clenched, dark brows furrowed. You smirked up at him from the floor, practically vibrating.
“Took you long enough.”
His eyes dropped to your thighs—bare, glistening, parted. “You’re seriously dressed like that for me?”
“It’s my house. You’re lucky I didn’t show up naked, since you ruined me with that drug.”
“You ruined yourself. But I’ll clean up your mess,” he muttered, yanking you up by the arm.
“Careful,” you sneered, jerking your hand back. “I’m not one of your little drugged-up whores, Rafe. I don’t beg.”
He chuckled darkly. “That’s funny,” he said, dragging you by the hair to the kitchen counter. “Because I can smell how fuckin’ wet you are from here. Face down.”
“Go to hell—”
He bent you over the counter before you could finish, holding you there with one hand on the back of your neck. “I said face down. You don’t get to mouth off after overdosing on my shit and calling me like some desperate junkie.”
You hissed, squirming, but he kicked your legs apart wider and shoved your tank top up. “God, you’re such a little bitch,” he muttered, palming your ass. “You get high, get horny, and suddenly I’m supposed to drop everything to stretch out this tight little hole like it’s a fuckin’ emergency.”
You gasped sharply when his hand cracked across your ass.
“You like this,” he growled, spanking you again, harder. “Don’t lie.”
Your throat caught on a moan, but you still spat back, “I’ve had better.”
Rafe laughed low. “Liar.”
Then he stepped back—and you heard it.
The sharp metallic sound of his belt unbuckling. The rasp of the zipper. The wet thud of his cock slapping against his abdomen when he shoved both his pants and boxers down in one rough move.
“Look at you,” he said, pumping himself slow and steady. “High, soaked, and still talkin’ shit.”
You twisted to glare back at him, catching a glimpse of him stroking his thick, veiny cock—angry red and already leaking at the tip. Your throat went dry. You hated how badly you wanted it.
“You done playing with yourself?” you snapped. “Or do I have to sit here all night while you jerk off to my ass like some—ahhh—!”
He didn’t wait. He pushed in with one brutal thrust, bottoming out in seconds.
Your eyes rolled back.
He didn’t give you time to adjust. Rafe grabbed your hips and fucked into you hard, dragging your body back to meet every thrust like he was trying to break you in half.
“You feel this?” he hissed. “That’s your punishment. For being a fuckin’ brat. For acting like you don’t need me.”
Your hands scrabbled at the counter, nails digging into the wood. “F-fuck—Rafe—slow down—”
“No,” he snapped. “You wanted this. You called me for this. Now you take what you’re given like a good little drugged-out slut.”
He leaned over you, hips still slamming into your soaked cunt, his chest brushing your back, lips against your ear.
“Say thank you.”
You shook your head, whining.
“Say it or I’ll pull out and make you beg to come.”
“…Thank you,” you choked out.
“For what?” He grabbed your hair and yanked your head back, growling against your neck.
“…For fixing me.”
“Damn right.”
You were trembling now, whole body locking up with heat. You were gonna come and it was going to wreck you. You hated how much you loved it.
“Let me come, please—please—” you begged, drooling, tears pricking your eyes.
“Too late,” he snarled. “You’re already fuckin’ coming.”
And he was right—your walls clamped around him, wet and fluttering, your vision whiting out as the orgasm slammed into you so hard your knees nearly gave out. He kept going, fucking you through it, your name spilling from his mouth in groans, hips frantic, messy—
Then he stilled.
You felt it—throb, pulse, spill. Warm.
“Fuckin’ mine,” he hissed, rutting into you once more. “You don’t go to anyone else for a fix. Not drugs, not cock, nothing. You hear me?”
You whimpered, brain half-melted. “Yeah. I hear you.”
He pulled out slowly, admiring the mess leaking out of you with a satisfied smirk.
“Don’t clean that up,” he said. “I want you to feel me all night.”
You were too fucked-out to answer.
“Next time you talk to me like that,” he added, dragging his fingers along your thigh and sucking them clean, “I’ll make you crawl on your knees and beg with tears in your eyes.”
You still had some brat left in you. “You wish.”
Rafe grinned darkly. “Nah, princess. You wish. I make your wishes come true.”
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Let me know if you want a part two — maybe she tries to get off without him and he catches her. Or she flirts with another dealer, and Rafe shows her exactly who owns her.
♡ — bitchy!reader making rafe roll her a joint. . .
— warnings. . . use of drugs, mainly fluff???. (let me know if i forgot to add any)
a/n: not really sure how i feel about this but here you go. i felt like it was a good idea at the time. also feel free to correct any grammatical errors i make in this, im still new to it all && im open to learning new things to improve on. <33
you walk into rafe’s bedroom clutching your purse, you sit on the edge of his bed as he greets you. “hey baby, you need somethin’?” he asks, you look up at him. “can we smoke again?” you ask, fully serious, you and rafe did smoke together a lot.
“sure baby, you wanna roll it yourself this time?” he asks and you shake your head no. “can’t do it with my acrylics on…” you say, all faux sad, he knew you were lying.
he rolls his eyes, taking out the supplies anyway. he starts rolling one for you as you watch how he does it. “i like ‘em better when you make ‘em for me…” you say, adjusting how you were sitting.
“here you go, baby…” he says as he hands you to joint, and you take it, taking out your little pink hello kitty lighter and lighting it before taking a hit, handing it over to him for his turn. “here you go, your turn…”
bitchy!reader who sends Simon nudes at the worst times. he's either in a meeting or on a really important call, and his phone buzzes with the sexiest pictures he's ever seen.
sugardaddy!simon who has to escape to the bathroom to fist his cock and text her praises, cumming all over his screen.
bitchy!reader who loves using her fresh acrylics to mark up ghosts's back, chest, and arms, wanting everyone to know who he belongs to.
bitchy!reader whose friends vent to her about how their boyfriends cheat and never surprise them with flowers, and she just sips her cocktail in silence because she absolutely cannot relate.
sugardaddy!simon who bought her a ring and keeps it hidden with the weapons he has stored in the home, too afraid of her rejection to ever give it to her.
( heavily inspired by @rafesangelita and @princessbrunette )
dedicated 2 my new mutual @jesuistrestriste !!
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Pope had no idea why you’d want to be with him. the years of girls pining over JJ and John B made his confidence falter. He didn’t believe himself to be attractive, let alone cute enough to even look good enough next to you. But you always shut him up with a kiss to prove him wrong.
you guys were opposites and he loved that! he liked being the person to balance you out and vice versa. you would speak up for him whenever he couldn’t and he could calm you down when you felt like killing everyone!
you guys met in season 3 during some party you were throwing. he wasn’t supposed to be there but JJ dragged him with him to see if he could find any new “links”. Pope grimaced at that but went nonetheless.
you were in the kitchen arguing with some cunt of a boyfriend your best friend had. you caught him trying to get her to drink something she clearly didn’t want. Pope overheard your yell and went to see what was going on.
as soon as he caught a glimpse of you he was mesmerized. he zoned out most of your conversation with the boy but he regained focus when you made eye contact with him. you held your hand up to shut up your friends boyfriend so you could talk to Pope. but he shoved you and your hand away. you stumbled, to which Pope rushed to catch you. he lifted you to sit on a counter before stepping in front of you.
“maybe we should chill out.” he said, his eyes showing aggravation and slight fear.
truth be told, Pope didn’t know what he was doing. he didn’t wanna fight this guy. but he was making it really hard to keep it that way.
“Fuck off pogue, you and your fucking friend can go back to where you-“ and before he could even finish you were up and slamming his head into a counter.
Pope backed up, eyes wide and mouth agape. when you turned around you looked murderous, to which he only put his hands up in surrender.
you giggled, a hand covering your mouth because he was so cute! Pope’s mind went hazy. you were laughing. you were laughing at him. he felt pathetic but he loved how your laugh sounded.
“you’re cute! are you new on the island? i’ve never seen you before? and i would remember a face like yours.” you giggle, the look in your eyes flustering him.
he turns around, looking for who you could be talking to. “m-me?” he whispers. oh god this is so embarrassing. why does he sound like this right now? espcially in front of the prettiest girl on the island.
“duh silly!” you introduce yourself to him, raising an eyebrow for his name.
“Pope. Pope Heyward! my dad owns a shop on the cut.”
“ohhhh. i might have to come see you then.” you say in the sultry voice you always had.
he loved how you were speaking to him right now. he nodded a few times, a bit dramatically. you laugh once more, pecking his cheek before walking out the kitchen, turning around to smile at him before you reach your friends.
Pope stays in a slight daze before the guy who’s head you smashed in starts groaning. he rolls his eyes and walks to go find JJ, he needs some girl advice. ASAP.
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the next time he saw you was on the beach when you were arguing with a pogue Pope happened to be partners with on an assignment. you thought he was such a fucking dunce, it was unbelievable. you looked ready to kill him, so Pope thought this was a good moment to walk over to you and talk to you again.
as he got closer he heard you say something that had his eyes bulging out his head and his pace quickening. “are you fucking dumb or is your head only good for blowjobs and getting your shit rocked?” you said as the boys face turned red.
“she doesn’t mean that, i’m so sorry.” pope said as he finally reached you.
“yes the fuck i do! who are you to even-“ you stopped as you turned to face him, your glare turning into a smile.
Pope noticed the boy walk away with a huff but his attention was fully on you.
“hai handsome! missed me again?” you asked as you rested a hand on his chest, getting closer as if to test the waters.
Pope was a little more confident now, seeing how you obviously wanted him (as JJ claims).
“and if i did?” he asked, watching your brown skin flush with his comment. he loved how you looked right now.
regaining your confidence, you cleared your throat and threw your hair over you shoulders. he watched as your skin shimmered in the sun, as if the gods wanted to sprinkle you in glitter.
“then i might have to admit that i did too.” you whispered, tits basically pressed up on his chest, noses almost touching.
he stared at you for a second before you laughed, tilting your head back as if the funniest thing in the world was him being speechless.
“Can i get your number honey? you’re just too cute to pass up. and you’re definitely worth my time.” you bit your lip, glancing up at him through your lashes. you were a tall girl but he was taller, and it made you so wet.
“yea yea of course!” he stumbled over his words as he shuffled to get his phone out his pocket, dropping it in the sand before reaching to pick it up.
he exchanged information with you, begging in his mind that this wasn’t some game you were playing.
“well i guess I’ll be calling you later Pope. don’t miss your chance by having your ringer off. I don’t chase.” walking backwards and smiling at him. his mouth agape and head nodding as if he was a bobble head in some vintage shop.
he thanked high heavens for whatever he did to deserve that encounter.
