I'd like NSFW number 10. Rafe and reader are having a fight and she slaps him a he loves it.
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mr. possessive
brother's bsf!rafe cameron x reader
content warnings: explicit sexual content, hate sex (can you tell I love writing about this?), dom!rafe 18+ MDNI
a/n: periodt, lemme retweet it bae so i can manifest slapping a man one day too
in part of my one year celebration!
The air in the living room was thick with tension, so thick you could practically taste it. Rafe was pacing, his expensive sneakers wearing a path into the plush rug as he ran a hand through his already dishevelled hair. He'd been like this for twenty minutes, ever since you'd walked in from the beach party.
"I don't understand," he finally stopped, turning to face you. His blue eyes were dark, stormy with a possessive anger that both infuriated and, shamefully, excited you. "I turn my back for five minutes, and suddenly you're letting some random douchebag put his hands all over you."
You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "He wasn't 'putting his hands all over me,' Rafe, he was just showing me how he-Why am I explaining this to you? You're being insane for someone tryna cover my brother, who’s sleeping with his girlfriend’s friend."
"Insane?" he laughed, a harsh, humourless sound. "I'm not the one giggling and flipping my hair for every guy with a six-pack and a tan. Your brother asked me to watch you. You're supposed to be staying near me, not flirting with the fucking entire population of the island."
The accusation was so ridiculous, so utterly hypocritical coming from him, that something inside you snapped. The months of his jealousy, his controlling nature, his subtle digs at your independence all boiled over into one white-hot moment of rage.
"What does it matter to you?" you shot back, feeling the venom sink in your tongue when you heard yourself blurt out the next words just to hurt him. "Just because you’re everyone’s little bitch looking for validation doesn’t mean that you get to control me."
Rafe's face hardened, his jaw clenching. "You're my responsibility as of right now," he said, his voice dangerously low as he approached you. His hand clamped around your jaw, forcing your gaze up to his. "Means I call the shots. What you can and can’t do. I’m the one in charge."
That was it. The words hung in the air, bitter enough to make your blood boil. It was completely disbelieving that Rafe, someone who was merely just a friend of your brothers, thought he could dictate your every move. Before you could think, before you could process the fury coursing through your veins, your hand was moving. The sharp crack of skin against skin echoed in the silent room.
Rafe's head snapped to the side, a red imprint of your hand already blooming on his cheek. For a moment, there was only silence as you held your breath, waiting for the explosion, for him to retaliate and throw you out.
But he didn't.
Instead, you heard something come out of his mouth that resembled a whimper when he slowly turned his head back to face you. Suddenly, the anger that had heated you died out, and your blood went cold when you saw how Rafe’s eyes were. The anger was still there, except beneath it, something else was flickering to life, like there was a hidden undertone that resembled hunger and lust.
His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he stared at you, his gaze dropping to your mouth, then back to your eyes. "Do it again," he breathed, his voice rough with something that sounded suspiciously like desire.
"What the fuck?" you whispered, taking an involuntary step back before laughing in disbelief. “Does that turn you on?”
"I said," he advanced on you, his movements predatory, "do it again."
When you just stared at him, frozen in place, he closed the distance between you in two long strides. His hand released your jaw, going down to wrap around your throat—not enough to hurt, but enough to hold you in place and make your pulse hammer against his palm.
"You like fighting with me, don't you?" he murmured, his face so close to yours that you could feel his breath against your lips. "Always makin’ me lose my shit and see how far you can push me before I break."
His other hand came up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple through the thin fabric of your sundress. It hardened instantly, a betraying response to his touch.
"Rafe," you gasped, but you couldn’t tell whether it was a protest or a plea.
"Shut up," he commanded, and then his mouth was on yours, bruising and demanding. It wasn't a kiss so much as an assault, all teeth and tongue and desperate hunger. He tasted like whiskey and mint, and something uniquely Rafe that made your head spin.
His hand left your breast, sliding down your side to grip your hip, pulling you flush against him. You could feel his erection pressing against your stomach, making the desire in you grow even more, despite how much you loathed him. You hated how he made you feel, how he could turn your anger into what was now a desperate, clawing need.
But you wanted him.
With a frustrated growl, you kissed him back just as fiercely, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling just enough to make him groan into your mouth. His hand tightened around your throat, cutting off your air just enough to make your head swim with dizziness and desire.
"Bedroom," he gritted out against your lips. "Now."
You couldn’t argue when the tension had already snapped. Rafe caught your wrist and hauled you down the hallway with reckless urgency, your bodies colliding into walls and each other as you stumbled toward his bedroom. His hands roamed your waist like he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to hold you closer or ruin you completely. The air felt thick—heavy with saltwater, adrenaline, and everything neither of you had said out loud.
"On the bed," he commanded, already working at the buttons of his shirt. "Take off that dress."
You hesitated for only a second before Rafe decided it was taking you longer than he’d liked, reaching behind you to unzip your sundress. It pooled at your feet, leaving you in just your panties. Rafe's eyes raked over your naked body, his gaze hot enough to burn.
"Fuck," he breathed, shrugging out of his shirt. It was a matter of time until Rafe was on you then, pushing you back onto the bed, his body covering yours. His mouth found your breast, his teeth scraping against your nipple as his hand slid between your thighs, cupping you through your panties. You were already wet, your body betraying you yet again.
"Rafe, please," you whimpered, arching against his hand.
"Please what?" he murmured against your skin, his fingers tracing the edge of your panties. "Please stop?"
You didn’t have it in you to answer, just shaking your head. Though Rafe already knew that.
He hooked his fingers in your panties, tearing them away with a sharp tug. Then his fingers were inside you, curling, stroking, finding that spot that made your vision blur. You cried out, your hips bucking against his hand as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.
"Look at me," he commanded, and you forced your eyes open to meet his. "I want t'see you when you cum."
His thumb found your clit, rubbing in tight circles as his fingers continued their relentless assault inside you. It was all too intense, yet perfect. Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, your body convulsing as you cried out his name. Before you could recover, he was positioning himself between your thighs, his cock pressing against your entrance, and paused there, teasing you.
"Such a fuckin’ headache," he grunted with each thrust, his face buried in the crook of your neck. "No wonder your brother needs me to put a tight leash ‘round you."
You could only moan in response, your body rising to meet his as you took everything he gave you and begged for more. His hand found your clit again, rubbing in time with his thrusts, pushing you toward another orgasm.
"Cum for me," he commanded, his voice strained. "Cum on my cock like a good girl."
His words, so degrading and so perfect, sent you over the edge again. You clenched around him as you came, your body shaking with the force of it. He followed you over, his own orgasm ripping through him as he buried himself deep inside you.
Before you could even process what had happened, Rafe breathed out raggedly, “Not a word to your brother.”
A/N: i’m clearing out my notes app drafts and found this! also divider is made by me ♡ give creds if you use
Rafe’s grip on your hips is bruising, fingers digging into your skin like he’s staking a claim, pulling you back to meet every punishing thrust. The pillow swallows your cries, but he can still hear the desperate edge to them—high-pitched and needy, vibrating through the fabric as he drives into you harder. His breaths are ragged, a growl rumbling low in his chest, fueled by the cocaine buzzing through his veins and the sight of you sprawled out beneath him, all flushed and glistening with sweat.
“Fuck, look at you,” he rasps, voice thick with lust, eyes locked on the way your ass jiggles with each brutal snap of his hips. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the air, sharp and relentless, and he smirks when he sees how your greedy little cunt clenches around him, sucking him in like you can’t get enough. He lifts a hand, bringing it down hard against your already-red cheek, grinning at the way you jolt and whimper into the pillow. “Takin’ it so good, huh? Bet you love this shit.”
Your hair’s a mess, sticking to the damp curve of your spine, and he reaches forward to tangle a fistful of it, yanking your head back just enough to hear one clear, broken moan spill from your lips before he shoves you back down. The bed creaks under his weight, the headboard thudding against the wall—a rhythm that’s probably echoing through the frat house, but he doesn’t give a damn. All he cares about is the way you’re trembling, thighs shaking as you squirm beneath him, chasing that edge he knows you’re dying for.
“Already thinkin’ ‘bout next time,” he mutters, more to himself, leaning down to nip at the shell of your ear as his pace turns feral, hips slamming into you with a force that’s all frustration and fire. “Gonna have you screamin’ my name ‘til you can’t fuckin’ take it.”
— ✦ CW;; 18+ content! SMUT! impact play (spanking. clit, thigh and some face smacking). use of flogger and paddle. small daddy kink. degrading. praise. fingering. sadist x masochist. dom!rafe x sub!reader.
— ✦ The one where… Your husband has a bad day and you let him take his frustrations out on you the way he loves most.
— ✦ A/N;; only 2 days left after this… october flew by didn’t it?
“Fuck!”
You’re in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on the cake you baked, when the sound of your husband shouting, followed by the sound of something shattering filters through the large house. You quickly wipe your hands on your apron before untying the strings behind your back and placing it onto the counter.
“Rafe, honey are you okay?” you ask, voice tentative and slightly shaky.
You’re not afraid of your husband, no far from it. But you also know to proceed with caution when he’s in this kind of mood. His father probably said or did something to provoke him, as usual.
Rounding the corner and coming up to his office door, you hesitantly push it open, finding Rafe in his chair. His face is buried in his hands, a whiskey glass shattered on the other side of the room, along with a paperweight he must’ve thrown.
“Rafe?” you gently speak, wanting him to at least look up at you.
He does. His head slowly lifts, his pretty blue eyes, hard and cold, meet yours.
“What?” he snaps, jaw flexing as he breathes heavily.
You step closer to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder once you reach him. “Talk to me, what happened? What can I do?” you ask, now rubbing your hand up and down his arm.
He chuckles, but it lacks humor. It’s dark and frustrated. “It’s my dad, but I’m sure you could’ve figured that one out on your own.” He runs a hand down his face, shrugging your hand off his shoulder before he stands from his chair, his height now towering you. “He’s just… You know how he is.” His voice softens, cracking slightly. God you hated his father.
You step closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest, inhaling the scent of his cologne.
“I know, baby. Hey! I baked a cake, your favorite, strawberry shortcake, maybe that’ll help y-”
Rafe grips your hair, pulling your head back and smashing his lips with yours, cutting off anything you had to say. You melt against him, kissing him back hungrily. You moan against his mouth, letting him swallow the sound down before his free hand is gripping your cheeks, those hard eyes now staring down at you.
“You know what’ll help me?”
Your heart kicks up in your chest, already knowing what he’s going to say, but you play dumb anyways. “What, uh.. What’ll help you, Rafe?”
A chilling grin takes over his face, making a shiver of anticipation run down your spine. “Come with me.” he rasps, letting go of your face and hair, gripping your small hand in his and dragging you up the stairs to your shared bedroom.
Once inside, Rafe tosses you onto the bed, rushing over to his closet and ripping out his box of toys he loves to use on you. You swallow the knot in your throat when he places the box on the bed, popping open the lid and pulling out the black leather flogger and wooden paddle that says ‘Spank Me’ on it, placing them beside you on the bed.
“R-Rafe..” you whimper, your pussy already wet, clit pulsing at the thought of him taking his frustrations out on you.
“You know how this works, baby,” he rasps, picking up the wooden paddle first. He situates himself on the end of the bed, his legs hanging off the edge. “Take your pants off, lay across my lap.” he commands, and you quickly obey.
Stripping yourself of your denim jeans and panties, you kick them across the room, laying yourself across your husband’s lap like he’d asked you to. His free hand gently caresses your ass cheeks, gripping them tightly between his fingers before coming down and smacking the flesh once, making you whine.
“I’ve only spanked you with my hand, baby, don’t tell me you’ve gone soft on me,” He smacks your ass again, harder this time, and you writhe beneath him. “If you can’t take my hand, I guess we don’t have to do this.”
He goes to move you off his lap, but you grip his wrist, panicking as you say, “No! No, I can handle it… Please, daddy? Take your frustrations out on me… I- I can handle it.”
The smug grin on his face makes you let out a slow sigh of relief. He knows you love when he spanks you. When he slaps you. He knows you love the pain just as much as he loves inflicting the pain. You were the masochist to his sadist.
“That’s my good girl.”
You whimper at the praise. Rafe yanks his wrist from your hold, flipping you back so you’re face down, your ass and the backs of your thighs fully exposed to him. He begins running the wooden paddle up and down the length of your thighs.
“You know, I never thought I’d find someone who is just as fucked up as I am,” smack! “But then you came into my life..” smack! “and my God, if you aren’t the best fucking thing that ever happened to me.” smack!
Tears fill your eyes, your bottom lip is trapped harshly between your teeth, fighting to keep your whimpers and whines at bay. You love the pain, but you’re still human, and these things hurt like a bitch.
“Go on, beg me to slap your clit and pretty little face ‘til you’re coming undone from the pain alone.”
The wooden paddle comes back down for the fourth time, hitting the backs of your thighs this time and you cry out from the sting it leaves behind. “P-please! Please, aaaah!” smack!
Rafe chuckles, “Go on, baby, finish begging me.” smack!
Your eyes cross, tears spilling down your cheeks from the burning sting on your ass cheeks and the backs of your thighs. “Holy fuck, please? Please Rafe, slap my clit ‘til I’m coming from the pain!”
Rafe groans, his dick now rock-hard and twitching in his khakis. “That’s my good fucking girl, you beg me so fucking good.”
He stands from where he was sitting on the bed, bringing you up with him and tossing you onto mattress once more. You bite your tongue to keep the whimper wanting to escape at bay, the feeling of the cool sheets against your burning ass and thighs making you squirm.
Rafe tosses the wooden paddle onto the floor, removing his shirt and khakis, leaving him in only tight, black boxer briefs. He climbs into bed with you, situating himself in front of you. He grabs the leather flogger that still lay on the mattress in one hand, his other hand gripping tightly at your thigh to spread you open for him.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, his blue eyes trained on your soaking wet pussy. “You this wet just from me spanking you? Such a dirty little slut, huh? Pain really does get you off, I fucking love it.”
He begins running the frayed leather ends of the flogger up and down your pussy, the feeling making you twitch on the bed. Lifting his hand slightly, he brings it back down slowly, lightly tapping at your clit with it. A moan slips past your lips at the slight stimulation. “Rafe… Please?”
His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth while he brings his hand up again, bringing it back down harsher this time. The sound of leather slapping against your pussy bounces off the walls, followed by another loud moan from you. “Rafe!” you whine, hips squirming on the mattress as more of your arousal leaks down your legs.
Rafe leans his body forward, blowing cool air onto your red, swollen clit. The sensation has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.
“You’re doing such a good job, being such a good little whore for me,” He gently kisses at your clit, and your hips involuntarily buck upward. That earned you another smack, to the face this time.
Smack!
“FUCK!” you cry out, cheek stinging but your pussy just gets wetter. “Hit me harder, take all your frustration out on me, please, Rafe!”
He runs the leather flogger against your sensitive pussy again, bringing it up, then back down onto your clit again. You squirm, your lower stomach coiling tight as you get pushed closer to a mind-shattering orgasm.
Tears stream down your face, your clit pulsing and pussy clenching around nothing as Rafe continues to slap your clit with the flogger, over and over again. His thumb finds your puffy clit, pressing down on it firmly, rubbing tight circles against it.
“You gonna be a good girl and cum for me, baby?”
A whimper falls from your lips, his thumb continuing to rub slow and torturous circles around your swollen nub. You bite your bottom lip harshly, breaking skin and the taste of blood fills your mouth as you nod your head quickly.
“Mhmm, please, daddy, let me cum.”
Rafe groans, his free hand lightly tapping at your face. Your eyes darken, pussy clenching as that feeling of pure bliss washes over you. Your legs tighten, hips shaking when Rafe harshly smacks your face again, his fingers gripping your cheeks as he forces your eyes on him.
“That’s it, cum like a good little slut. So fucking good, baby.”
You come undone around nothing, just as Rafe had wanted you to. He pulls his thumb away from your clit, flattening his hand and smacking your clit once. Twice. Three times, enjoying the way it made your body quiver with pleasure.
Your body stills and you lay flat on the mattress, chest heaving as you try and come down from your orgasmic high. Rafe pulls you into his arms, snuggling you against his chest as he runs his hands up and down your back.
“That’s my girl, thank you.” he whispers, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.
You smile, burying your face in his chest. “Anytime.”
Summary: you need to sneak into enemy!rafes room to find the gun he used to murder sheriff peterkin
warnings: SLAPPING!! (from both sides), piv, smut, degradation, mentions of gun, nickname brat, rafe making reader slap herself repeatedly, y/n basically getting caught by pope, dom!rafe, sub!reader also this was really rushed so dmm
wc: 1.8k
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The twinkie rocked outside the cameron estate as you tried to negotiate
“Why does it have to be me?!”
Jj scratched the back of his head
“Well-yeah it does I mean he likes you”
you roll your eyes at how stupid he sounds when he lies
“plus if he catches you, which he won’t, you can just turn the tables and seduce him with your-“
You cut him off in a panic
“I thought you guys said he wasn’t home?”
Pope chimed in
“He’s not, kiara found him at the wreck half an hour ago, no update since then but, you’re good just be careful”
You nod letting out a shaky breath sliding the rusty door open.
—
You managed to sneak in, quietly wandering the endless halls, finally stopping in front of his room.
Slowly twisting the doorknob poking your head through the faint crack
Clear.
The mission was simple, or so you kept telling yourself
-Find the gun Rafe used to murder sheriff peterkin.
His room was so accurately him,
reeked of expensive cologne, a couple watches that looked like they costed a fortune just lying on his drawer, along with a cap you just know makes him look even more obnoxious.
-but that wasn’t the point, you had a gun to find, asap.
The sock drawer
Of course that’s always a great place to start, right?
You reach forward, seconds away from sliding it open
It was nothing you expected, well that’s because you didn’t get to see anything at all.
since an unfortunately familiar hand grabbed your forearm hard enough to bruise, yanking you.
“You don’t wanna do that.”
Rafe.
In nothing but a towel sitting loosely at his v-line.
“W-what are you doing here?” You panic, trying to play the innocent act
“Could ask you the same thing, y/n”
His grip on your arm tightened as his eyes pierced through your soul
He was so intimidating you could feel tears swell up, you knew what this man was capable of
“I was just looking for Sarah…but i guess she’s not in here I’ll leave you alone”
You yank yourself out of his grip, trying to dismiss yourself, but he blocks you
He chuckles sarcastically at your words, crossing him arms, biceps popping, you tried hard not to look but couldn’t help it.
He is a murderer, you shouldn’t be lusting over someone you hate so, so much. You felt sick
“Now why would she be in my room huh?” He stepped closer and a single tear from your eye dropped
“Answer me”
You started internally panicking because sarah has infact been in his room also looking for the gun
Did she get caught?
“I-i don’t know” another tear falls
“Pathetic” He chuckles
Your fist curls at that
“So tell me, what the fuck were you doin’ in my room.”
You finally snap
“I know you murdered sheriff peterkin!” You pant
He just smirks
“This isn’t funny how could you literally murder an innocent human and now you wanna frame john b for it?!”
“You’re sick” your intrusive thoughts took control over your body,
Your arm swinging up to meet Rafes undeserved gorgeous face
Slap
Gosh, that felt so good.
You just had to do it again
Slap
You finally felt like you had power over this man, just for a moment. But that moment felt like centuries
Until your moment was taken away with him grabbing your arms so hard it 100% bruised, then throwing you on the bed like you were a personal rag doll
Your head was spinning
This can not be happening
“You wanna act like a big girl and slap me huh?”
You cried into his pillow, hoping you would wake up from this nightmare
“I’ll treat you like one”
“Lose the dress, now”
You were expecting him to physically hurt you, so when u heard that you were confused
“M-my dress why?”
“Why do you think, your ass got me fuckin frustrated, looks like imma have to use you t’ relieve some”
“Don’t make me repeat myself, brat”
Your hands were shaking as you lifted yourself up, sliding the dress down your body, then collapsing back down
“Panties and bra too”
He grabbed them off of you, tossing them on his drawer for later use.
Some sick, very sick part of you was so ready for him to use you, despite how much you hated him
Then, his towel dropped
Fuck, was this guy big…
Your eyes widened but you tried to keep your comments to yourself, you were ‘lucky’ the most he was gonna do was fuck you knowing he’s a full on phsyco
But he noticed your reaction to his fat cock, grinning
“You want this don’t you?”
He grabbed your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed so he was in between your dangling legs
You showed no reaction to his words, no way you were going to admit it, but your soaked pussy said otherwise
“Shit, so wet already” he smirked
Running his tip up and down your slick folds making you roll your hips impatiently trying to feed into it
He noticed, of course he did
“tsk tsk”
He pulled back and gave your cunt a light slap, earning a frustrating groan out of you
“greedy little thing huh?” He chuckles, slamming fully in with no warning, the stretch burning like hell as he was watching your helpless reaction as if he was asking for an ego boost
“This was what you wanted yeah?” He smirks
“and don’t forget i still have to punish you”
You didn’t reply to that, you literally couldn’t.
Your mouth was open but you were speechless, this is nothing you had ever felt before
But you were also salty, why did Rafe Cameron (your enemy) of all people have to be blessed with the best dick on the island.
You let out a loud moan, grabbing onto the sheets beneath you
“Won’t let you have too much fun, brat”
Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion
“W-what?”
He grabbed your wrist with that same rough grip as before
“Ow…”
He held tight onto your wrist, then swinging it to your face, making you lightly slap yourself in the face.
Then again
“Rafe-“
Again
“Rafe that’s enough!”
“You needed someone to humble your ass, think you can just snoop around m’ room huh?”
“Thinking nothin’ll happen to your gorgeous little self,”
“you should be thankful this is the worst you’re getting, for now, unless your bratty ass decides this wasn’t enough”
Then a harder slap came, and tears were falling once again
“Stop…”
You felt soo pathetic and small but at the same time you couldn’t silence your moans. infact, you didn’t want too, it felt too good
You tried your absolute hardest to get out of his grip but it was no use with his amount of strength
“Need you tell me how sorry you are, yeah? beg for forgiveness, then you’re gonna thank me for making you feel so good alright?”
Gosh this was a humiliation ritual
You paused for a moment, staring back at each others eyes
“Now”
Slap
But you didn’t, didn’t utter a single word, just let tears roll
“Where’s that bratty mouth of yours now huh? Now you wanna act all shy?”
He pulled out fully
Internally you were screaming at the sudden loss of contact, you tried not to break, but plans change
“Go back in!” You demanded, earning a chuckle out of him
“Where’s your manners, brat”
“Please”
Pause
“Please rafe I want you to keep fucking me hard please”
He pushed in halfway, making you shiver and squeal
“There she is, capable of something”
He fully pushed in, speeding his pace
“T-thank you thank you so much for fucking me rafe…im so lucky”
“It feels so good,” you moaned
“Don’t enjoy this dick too much brat”
Slap
“Tell me that you’re mine”
Slap
“I am, i am”
He chuckled with another light slap to your cheek
“I am yours rafe”
—
“should we go check on her? It’s been a while tell me I’m not the only one worried” pope looked back at jj lying in the back, throwing a handball at the ceiling of the twinkie
“I mean, even if she was in trouble it would only get a hundred times worse if we stormed in”
“I’ll call her”
Pope reached for his phone, hitting FaceTime incase you were hiding and couldn’t speak loudly.
—-
You and Rafe had already had your first orgasms,
Now on round two, this time he was pounding you from the back,
“Fuck, hate how good you feel shit”
ring ring ring
You assumed Rafe would ignore it but of course, that was not the case
A dangerous spark lit up in his eyes once he saw the name Pope displayed across the screen
“Y/n” pope whispered, then he finally looked at the screen,
The view was of you getting backshots
Pope was speechless, but he couldn’t tell who it was, or he did know maybe he was just deep in denial.
“Oh my gosh Rafe!” Your screams were muffled in the pillows
Well that confirmed everything he needed to know.
“Got y’r girl spreading her legs for me”
You couldn’t hear his voice at first, since all you could hear was the ringing in your ear from how much pleasure you were getting
Pope couldn’t even process what was happening
“Caught her in m’ room, i know you guys sent her”
“I’m glad you did cause this pussy’s tight as fuck” he chuckles
“Man, fuck you rafe!-“
Pope got cut off by the sound of Rafe hanging up
“W-what was that?!” Lifting your head and looking back, You could’ve sworn you heard the voice of pope
“Nothin’ you should waste time worryin’ bout, cause this is gonna be a loong day, brat,” pushing your head back into the pillows
—
The phone hung up, pope slamming his hand on the wheel
“fuck you” he muttered, resting his head against the steering wheel , causing a long frustrated beep
“Soooo, what did she say, she find the gun?” Jj sat up looking at pope stupidly
“Jj…” pope stared back at him like he was stupid
“Yeah?” Jj smiled
“You didn’t see, or hear anything that just happened?”
Jj shook his head like a lost puppy
Pope leaned back against his seat, ready for the day to be over
Dom!Rafe who gets off on seeing you flustered and embarrassed— your cheeks flushed pink and your nose scrunched up. When you first make your arrangement, he takes you to the local book store to get you educated on the topic of BDSM, the dynamics of a dom/sub relationship; when it’s time to pay, he insists you go to the counter and buy them, knowing you’ll be ashamed. On top of that, he will never miss an opportunity to use a remote control vibe on you whenever you’re out in public. Whether you’re out to eat, shopping, or even just running small errands. Seeing you humiliated makes him hard.
Dom!Rafe who will not stop until you have nothing left to give him, until you are empty. There’s already a massive wet spot left on his sheets and you are a sobbing, shuddering mess under his touch. “C’mon, princess, just one more,” he lies to you through gritted teeth as your mind goes blank. His fingers continue to thrust into you from behind, while his large palm is placed firmly on the bulge of your belly. He continues until your legs are shaking and you’re gushing onto his hand once more, leaving you breathless, on the brink of dehydration; but you’re not done until he says so.
Dom!Rafe who insists on aftercare everytime, no exceptions. There’s almost a hint of sadness in his eyes when he traces the pads of his fingertips over the bruises he left on you, or when he’s massaging your sore scalp, telling you how good of a job you did. He’ll scrub you clean of your sins in the shower. He’ll help you change into cozy clothes and wrap you in warm blankets. He’d give you the moon on a string if you asked. Treating you like a princess after he’s fucked you like a whore is one of his favorite things.
hi lover!! can we see dealer!rafe teaching innocent!reader how to do a bump pretty please 😋😋 my fav trope!!!
yes yes yes yes you fuckin’ can my love. (not proofread i apologise i am a sleepy girl rn)
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— “you lost or somethin’?” a smug voice appeared behind you, causing you to flinch in fright, lost in your own mind. you peered up at him, all glossy lipped and doe eyed, just like he expected. “oh— rafe! sorry, i was jus’ seeing if i left my charger in here” you explained, a sweet smile gracing your face. his brows furrowed, yet his shoulders relaxed, simply unable to keep up the intimidating act while you beamed up at him the way you did.
“and why would it be in here?” he questioned further, eyes narrowing slightly while a smirk tugged at his lips. “oh no— i mean, i didn’t leave it in here, but sarah said she might’ve let you borrow it or something?” your grin faltered slightly, picking up on the undertone of annoyance in his voice.
it wasn’t that rafe was scary— well, he was, but he made an effort not to scare you. how could he? his sister friend who always showed up in sweet little dresses, neatly styled hair, perfected makeup. the last thing he wanted was to scare you, if anything he wanted to know more. unbeknownst to rafe, you were just as intrigued— ogling him over the kitchen island when he came back to tannyhill late at night, interrupting your and sarah’s girly nights in. always offering to help whenever he seemed stressed.
taking a step back, he reached into his bedside drawer with ease, pulling out a familiar bedazzled iphone charger. “m’messin’ with you kid, y’mean this charger?” he chuckled, watching carefully as you let out a quiet, shaky breath before quickly regaining your smile. “that’s the one! thanks rafe!” you giggled, taking the item from his hands before heading for the door. “y’know, why don’t you stay for a bit? spend some time w’me? she’s got you all to herself all the time”
your hand retracted from the door immediately as the words left his mouth, though mentally scolding yourself for seeming so eager. “well— i’m sure she wouldn’t mind, just for little while”
— before you knew it, hours had passed, the only noise in the house being the movie rafe had picked as well as your giggles. you’d found yourself laying down on his bed, head resting on his knee as he lay against the headboard.
“y’look tired doll, y’okay?” he hummed, resting a lazy hand on your cheek as you released a surprised yawn, not wanting him to think you were getting bored. “jus’ a little, s’okay though, i can stay up a bit longer..” you spoke softly, turning over to face him now.
“i’ve got somethin’ that can help” he stated nonchalantly, reaching again into his bedside drawer, this time pulling out a not-so bedazzled baggy. your brows knitted together. “whas’at?”
“you trust me?” he tested, cocking an eyebrow as he sat up slightly. “course’ i do rafe” you smiled naively, watching as he opened the bag, tapping it gently as he poured out a small pile onto the back of his thumb. “this, is everything you need”
his other hand beckoned you forward till you were within his reach, carefully pulling you into his lap, legs slotted beside his as you tugged at the hem of your dress, doing your best to cover up. “now, your gonna close your other nostril, and sniff up— hard, m’kay? you listenin’ baby?” he instructed, tapping your jaw slightly as if you bring you back into the room, noticing the vacant look in your eyes as they stared at him in awe. “mhm”
swiftly, rafe pressed his hand to the back of your head as his other came up to your nose, guiding you through it as the grainy powder made its way up your nose, an unfamiliar feeling that only made your eyes water. “s’okay doll, it’ll hit you in a second alright?” he cooed, using the same hand to wipe away the pools building in the corners of your eyes before pulling you further into him.
“not just sarah’s little friend after all, huh kid?” he smirked, allowing you to nuzzle into his chest for a moment as you both waited for the high.
♡ — warnings : cnc (consent-non-consent, read at your own discretion), dom!rafe and bambi!reader reenact a kidnapping, roleplay, brief mention of stalking, reader is tied up the whole time, unprotected sex, rough sex, degradation (just a lil), rafe and reader break character towards the end
the sun was beaming down on you, your babydoll dress swaying in the light breeze as you walked along the dirt road, twirling the ends of your hair as you did so. turning around at the sound of a vehicle approaching, you watched as the window rolled down, revealing a stranger that wore an unnerving smile.
“are you lost?” his eyes trailed down your legs, making a shiver run down your spine. “uhm, not really i-” he opened the door, “a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be roaming around all by herself.” your breath hitched when the stranger stepped out of his truck. “don’t look so scared, i just wanna help you.”
you stepped back, letting out a scream when he lunged at you, his hand clamping over your mouth as he pulled you against his chest. “shhh, shhh, it’s okay, i’m only gonna rough you up a little bit.” you whimpered, feeling helpless as ever as he dragged you over to his truck, grabbing a worn out rope before tying your hands behind your back.
“where are you taking me?!” tears were running down your cheeks now, your hair disheveled as he slammed the door shut. “don’t you worry about that.” your heart was pounding in your ears, your vision blurry with tears you weren’t able to wipe. it wasn’t until he pulled off of the road, driving towards a sketchy looking shed that you started to kick the back of his seat.
“hey! don’t make me change my mind about going easy on you.” his words made your stomach plummet, your blood running cold once he parked in the middle of nowhere. “no, no, no, no, no..” you whispered as he got down, flashing you a smirk before opening the door closest to you. “no, please! i’ll do whatever you want!” you cried out, wincing when you felt the rope burn against your skin.
he laughed. “of course you are.” he cursed under his breath when your foot landed square against his chest. “still kickin’ huh? should i tie your ankles too?” the man yanked you up by your hair, almost making you lose your footing. “please, i’m begging..” he ignored your pleas, pushing you inside the wooden shed before turning on a single bulb light that hung from the ceiling.
“you already pissed me off.” he circled around you like you were prey, grabbing another rope from a nearby table. “lay down.” you stayed still, your chest rising and falling with each breath. the stranger’s jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring as he laughed bitterly. “okay..” he forcefully got you on the ground, a whimper sounding from your mouth, “since you want to make this hard for me, you leave me with no choice.” you gasped when he bent you over, forcing your ankles to cross one over the other.
he took his shirt off, balling it up and placing it under your head. “i could be an asshole and shove your face in the dirt, but i’ll be nice.” your body jolted when his hand slammed down on your ass, the force of it making your flesh sting. “don’t do this, please, i don’t want it..” you screwed your eyes shut at the sound of his belt unbuckling. he grabbed your dress from the back, pulling it hard, making it rip all the way down to the hem.
you had given up at this point, staring blankly at the ground as he roughly moved your underwear to the side. “fuck.” he hissed, running a finger between your folds. “and to think.. this pretty pussy was right in front of me all along. i knew you were perfect when i started following you home.” you shivered at the revelation, swallowing thickly as you felt him line himself up with your entrance.
he didn’t waste another second, thrusting into you with a groan. “oh, my god.” he drawled out, fingers digging into your hips. you couldn’t help the whine from leaving your lips, your walls fluttering around the intrusion. “you’re so fucking wet, ‘just slid right in.” you shuddered, the head of his cock hitting that sensitive spot that made you mewl delightfully.
“you like this, don’t you? you’re taking it so fucking good.” he grabbed the base of your neck, pulling you up so your back was flush against his chest. “stop.. stop..” you muttered, still trying to resist him even though your body was giving in to every one of his ministrations. his hand snaked down your body, your eyes rolling back once he started working your clit.
“you want me to stop?” his lips were next to your ear, the tone of his voice taunting. you stayed quiet, eliciting a laugh from him. “that’s what i thought.” he shook his head, pushing you down into the ground again. his thrusts were nothing short of sporadic, your mouth hanging open as he fucked into you mercilessly. “oh, yeah, you’re going to cum soon aren’t you, you fucking slut,” he slapped your ass again.
it wasn’t long before you found yourself moving your hips against his, chasing his cock so you could cum. “oh, fuck!” you squeaked, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. with both of your hands still restrained, you laid helpless as the man brought you to your orgasm, a sob erupting from your throat. “rafe!” you couldn’t hold in your cries, your boyfriend rubbing your skin soothingly as your thighs shook. “keep going for me, baby, you’re doing so fucking good.” he nearly whimpered.
you were sure he was going to leave marks with how hard he was gripping your waist, rafe doubling over on top of you. “i’m gonna cum, holy fuck i’m gonna fill you up, baby.” you squeezed around him, the death grip on his cock making him fall over the edge. your knees ached from being on them for so long, a thin sheen of sweat making your body glow with the small streaks of sunlight peeking through the wood.
rafe stared gloriously at where you two were connected, his jaw slack as he watched his cum spill out of your soaked cunt. “shit,” he felt like he was going to pass out, your pussy still sucking him in like a vice. you were only able to make little noises, your eyes half closed as you went through the aftershocks of your orgasm. rafe continued to thrust into you with long, slow, strokes, the action helping both of you come down from your highs.
it wasn’t until you felt him untying the ropes around your wrists, that you sighed in relief, your boyfriend immediately leaning down to check on you. “baby, you alright?” he moved your hair out of your face, meeting your shiny gaze. you fell flat on you tummy, flashing him an exhausted smile. “you did amazing.” he pecked your lips, leaving the shed before coming back with a different change of clothes.
Summary: Frat!Rafe sees a new face at one of the parties thrown by his fraternity. That girl from his stupid philosophy class.
Frat!Rafe x Fem!Reader <3
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: Smut, NSFW, kinda dubcon? (reader absolutely wants everything but Rafe doesn't really give her a chance to say it out loud), 18+ please :]. Alcohol consumption. Minimal, badly written plot. Dom!Rafe x sub!reader, virgin!reader, very slight corruption + innocence kink, loss of virginity (it's not very romantic lol), kinda primal play?, public + outside sex, slight overstim, dirty talk, unprotected PIV (please use protection!), creampie, choking, biting, marking, reader sucks + gags on Rafe's fingers, fingering (F receiving), let me know if I missed any!
If it was up to you, it would be a frigid, icy day in Hell before you ever stepped foot in this building. But, alas, you have the backbone of an invertebrate - which is to say, you don’t have one.
A guy is leaning into you, his hand on the wall next to you, holding him up as he whispers in your ear. You’re pretty sure he’s in your math class, his name something like Jacob or Noah, something biblical, but he sure as hell doesn’t recognize you. He wouldn’t be doing this if he did. You guess you can’t blame him for it - Jenna made sure you looked very different than your everyday. She all but tied you to a chair, forcibly curled your hair, and did your makeup. You used to do these things all the time in high school, but college is a fresh start, and that means fresh priorities. Education! Education is wonderful and valuable and you want to dedicate the next four years to nothing but education!
Jenna said “fuck that” and now you’re here, under the arm of Abraham or David, wearing a dress even sluttier than one you would’ve worn to homecoming junior year.
You take a sip of whatever godawful combination of alcohol and juice is in your red solo cup. It makes your face scrunch and your eyes twitch with annoyance.
Fuck fraternities, especially Sigma Chi or Omega Pi, or wherever the hell you are right now.
Rafe is in a similar and yet very different situation. He has a pretty girl, he thinks she might be in a sorority but he’s not sure, dancing and giggling all over him. But he’s only looking at you, his eyes squinted in your direction as he tries to make his inebriated brain remember where he’s seen your face before. Your pretty, bored face.
You look so clean, even though your eyes are rolling and you’re taking the vodka in your cup like a pro. Rafe would’ve loved to just fuck the girl dancing on him, kick her out in the morning, and move on with his life. Instead, he finds himself walking over to you.
Elijah or Joseph fucks off pretty quickly when he sees Rafe approaching. Maybe he thinks you’re one of Rafe’s many hookups or his sister or maybe he’s just really scared of Rafe. You don’t know. You don’t know if you should be grateful that Gabriel or Jeremiah is gone or if you should be annoyed that Rafe has replaced him.
“Haven’t seen you before.” He murmurs, his hand finding your hip like you’re his girlfriend or something. Pulling away is an impossible task - He just keeps grabbing you again.
“You have,” You turn your head away when he leans down to kiss your jaw. What the fuck is he trying to do? Is this how he greets people? “We’re in the same philosophy class.”
“Mm… Pretty sure I’d recognize such a pretty face.” His eyes flick from feature to feature, roving over your face with a sense of familiarity. You roll your eyes again, and that only makes it worse. Both his groping and the look in his eyes. One hand grabs your ass. “And such a nice ass.”
Oh, this brings you back, doesn’t it? It’s just like senior year prom! Except instead of your boyfriend, it’s some random frat boy. And instead of telling him to keep his hands to himself, you’re starting to enjoy the touch.
“Y/N.” You tell him, wondering if he knows your name from class or just truly doesn’t recognize a thing about you.
Oh. You see the recognition in his eyes.
“Y/N.” He echoes, smiling like you’re an old friend. He grabs a handful of your tits.
“Hey,” You flush, trying halfheartedly to squirm away from him. It only makes him more encouraged, big hands grabbing and squishing flesh like he owns it. He’d like to.
“Philosophy, huh?” He kisses your earlobe, catching the golden earring between his teeth for just a second. “Pointless fuckin’ class. Hate the professor.”
Your disagreement is met only with featherlight kisses along your jaw. He keeps it up until your words fade into breathless babbling, and then he pushes his hand into your hair and forces you to look up at him.
“You’re so fuckin’ pretty, Y/N.” He bites your cheek until you flinch away, an evil little chuckle following right after. He gets the feeling, just by looking at you, that no one’s ever done this to you before. It makes a twisted, predatory sense of enjoyment flood his system. “You wanna leave?”
You’re not sure if he means leave with him or leave him, but you nod anyway.
“If I give you a headstart,” A bite on your jaw. “How far do you think you could get?”
It’s a difficult question to answer. If you’re running, you could make it to your dorm. If you’re walking, waiting to get caught, you’re not sure you could make it around the corner.
“Not far.” You whimper, sighing as he bites down harshly on your neck, smoothing his tongue over the sore skin right after.
“Good,” It’s more a purr than a word. “How’s ten seconds sound? Fair?”
You get the feeling you’re not supposed to answer. Instead, you take a deep breath and pull away from him. You don’t look back, wading your way through the crowd and counting under your breath so you know how much time you have left.
At four seconds, you open the door.
At seven, you make it outside.
At ten, you’ve barely made it down the stairs.
Being out on campus at night has always freaked you out. You’ve watched one too many Dateline episodes to leave yourself so vulnerable like this - Drunk, half-naked, not looking behind you.
You’re still counting even though your headstart is over. It’s twenty seconds when you duck behind the fraternity building, breathing hard and fast and holding a hand over your heart. You feel like an antelope, a lion hot on your tail, his claws on your legs, his hot breath on your skin. Your nervous system apparently can’t tell this is a voluntary chase. Your palms are sweaty, you’re shaking, your heart is racing. Your eyes shut and you try to calm down.
And then someone grabs your upper arms, holding them bruisingly tight.
“Found you…” Rafe whispers, his mouth back on your neck like no time has passed. Barely any has.
You gasp and instinctively try to wriggle out of his hold, but he doesn’t give you an inch. He pulls your hair to line your lips up with his, and then he kisses you. Harder, rougher, than you’ve ever been kissed. He kisses with expertise, but that doesn’t surprise you - What does surprise you is the way he finds pleasure in your clumsiness. He groans when your teeth brush his lips. His hips jerk when you tilt your head the wrong way.
His hand absentmindedly wraps around your throat, squeezing in a pulsing rhythm that makes your head feel fuzzy. Rafe’s cock twitches in his pants when you squeak, your jaw dropping open uselessly. He stops kissing your lips, pulling back to admire the face you’re making as he chokes you.
“Oh, that’s it,” He growls, roughly pushing you up against the wall behind you. He keeps you there by your throat and by a thigh that he slots between yours. His free hand pushes your dress up until it bunches around your hips. “That’s a good fuckin’ girl…”
“Rafe…” You whine, squirming and rubbing yourself against his knee.
The hand on your throat squeezes one more time before it moves up to press against your mouth, his salty palm keeping you from making any more noise.
“Shut up.” He’s undoing his belt with one hand. It makes your pulse spike.
He catches himself, leaving his belt in the loops. His hand moves to your panties, lacy and white, warm and wet. He presses the pad of his middle finger into the damp cotton, slowly dragging it back and forth.
The helplessness you feel is strangely pleasurable. You can’t do anything but squirm, whimper muffled little cries into his palm, and dig your nails into his biceps. They flex under your hands.
“Shh,” He growls again, pressing his thigh into yours to keep you still. “Hold still.”
There’s nothing you can do but comply, your eyes fluttering shut with reluctant obedience. He takes it as a sign that you’re more than ready for more, pulling your sticky panties out of the way with his thumb. His middle finger collects your wetness, spreading it up towards your clit, parting your lips to make space for his ring finger.
“Think we can start with two?” You can’t answer. Even if you could, he wouldn’t take a no. He coats his fingers in your slickness and prods at your hole. “She gonna let me in?”
Oh, yeah, she is. It’s a stretch for you and a fight for him, but he pushes them both in. His fingers are almost uncomfortably thick, much thicker than yours.
“Fuck, Y/N,” He groans as if it’s his cock inside you and not his fingers, panting as he scissors you open. He pumps them into you, hooking them to nudge against that spongy spot inside you. Your knees go weak. “There we go…”
You’re practically squealing as he begins repeating the same movement - You’ve never made a sound like this before in your life. It’s embarrassing and makes your face feel hot, but it’s nothing compared to the heat pooling in your stomach. It’s almost nauseating how tightly your stomach has knotted itself.
More wet gushes onto his fingers as you clench around them.
“Mm… Y’like this, huh?” Rafe attaches his lips to your neck, ducking his head under his arm to reach your skin. He doesn’t need, or want, a response from you. He’s more than happy to keep talking to himself. “So wet… S’all this for me?”
You’ve never been fingered before. You almost let a boyfriend do it once, but you chickened out. The most you’ve ever had inside of you is your own fingers and, only a few times, the handle of a hairbrush. Neither of those can compare to this - It’s like Rafe can see straight through your skin and see your G-spot.
“Ah, ah… there it is…” He coos, holding you up as you thrash, your back arching and legs trembling with an orgasm. It’s difficult for you to make yourself come, but here he is, doing it like it’s nothing. “That’s my girl…”
You shakily push his hand away when the overstimulation starts to hit you. He laughs and catches your wrist, his other hand releasing your mouth to grab the other one.
“Rafe-”
“Shut up,” He puts both your wrists into his left hand, his right one coming up to your mouth. His middle and ring fingers push past your lips. “There we go. Clean ‘em for me, Y/N.”
Yeah, that shuts you up. You close your eyes and suck on his fingers, tasting yourself and his salty skin.
“Good girl.” He pulls them out of your mouth, wipes the spit off on your dress, and finally pulls his belt from its loops.
You squirm. “I-I don’t know if-”
“If what?” He asks as if he didn’t interrupt you. He drops his belt onto the ground and pops open the button on his jeans. “If this is a good idea? If you can take it? Too fuckin’ bad.”
That shuts you up again. But it’s not like you really want to complain anyway.
“I’m a virgin.” You whisper, instead. That catches him off guard. His head falls forward and he has to support himself by putting a hand on the wall.
“Shit, you are?”
“Mhm…”
He groans. “Shit… Fuck… Oh, I’m gonna ruin you…”
Maybe he is. He collects himself and turns you around, using his hand as a barrier so he’s not shoving your cheek into the wall. Your dress is already hiked up and you’re plenty wet, so nothing is stopping him from pushing into you once he’s lined up.
Just the tip, at first. “Fuckin’ virgin pussy… Jesus Christ…”
You gasp. He pushes in further, breathing down the back of your neck. Your back is at an awkward angle, everything vertical until your ass, which is pushed out for him. He’s big, definitely bigger than the handle of any hairbrush you’ve ever seen. Even your orgasm wasn’t quite enough to prepare you for it all.
“You feel so fuckin’ good,” Rafe growls into your hair, pressing himself further into you. “It’s insane… Squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight…”
“Rafe…” You pant, pussy pulsing around his cock.
“Oh, shush, baby,” He suddenly thrusts all the way in, shuddering as you cry out. “You’re so fuckin’ dramatic… It feels good, doesn’t it?”
You nod mindlessly, mouth hanging open and legs shaking. You’d be on the ground if he wasn’t holding you up.
“Thought so…” He smirks, biting down where your neck and shoulder meet. He only bites harder when you try to pull away, using your shoulder to keep himself quiet as he sets his pace, only pulling out halfway before thrusting back in. “Y’feel too good, baby… I can’t even pull out all the way…”
“Rafe…” You whine.
“Shhh…” He pushes his fingers into your mouth again. “Fuck… I’m gonna cum in you, ‘kay, babe?”
You give a halfhearted attempt at a disagreement, only because it’s the sensible thing to do. No one would say yes to that without a little fight, right? He shoves his fingers further down your throat until you gag.
“I thought you’d say yes,” He murmurs before biting your shoulder again. He speeds himself up, humping into your pussy instead of giving proper thrusts. “Gonna get this virgin pussy filled with cum, aren’t you?”
You moan around his fingers. His hips stutter.
“Yeah, you are…” He kisses the teeth-shaped indents on your skin.
He moves his free hand down to your hip, digging his nails into your skin and holding you in place as he fucks you. He already made you come, and he’s feeling a little selfish at the moment, so he uses you solely to get himself off, rambling in your ear about how good your pussy is, how pretty you are, how warm your mouth feels around his fingers. Your eyes are filled with tears, your body trembling on the brink of an orgasm, when he comes.
His jaw goes slack and his fingers press down onto your tongue, holding you tightly against him as he fucks his cum deeper inside you, flooding your cunt with his warmth.
Just the thought of him filling you with cum makes you shudder, let alone the actual feeling of it. You clench around his cock as you tip over the edge again, sobbing around his fingers. You try to push his slowing hips away when you come down.
“Hold on, I’m gettin’ there,” He huffs, pushing your hands away. He slows to a stop and carefully pulls out, quickly putting your panties back into place to catch any cum that might bubble out of your hole. He pulls your dress down and gives your ass a finishing tap. “There we go.”
You press your palms into the wall to hold yourself up as he takes a step back, pulling his pants up from his ankles and grabbing his belt off the pavement.
“You feelin’ alright?” He places a hand on your shoulder blade once he’s put himself back together. “Need help gettin’ home?”
You look up at him. A complete mess. You’re trembling, your hair is disheveled, your mascara is smeared under your eyes. You nod.
Rafe’s gonna have to make use of you again. He loves philosophy.
