c/w .𖥔 ݁ ˖ swearing, pet names, edging + denial, pussy slapping, fingering + oral (fem. receiving), brief unprotected p in v, light degradation, possessiveness, dom!rafe, crying, overstim., consensual + down bad rafe
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𝓋𝒾𝒹𝑒𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓌…
“Hey, pretty.” His thumb brushes your cheek, the other clutching a bouquet of flowers.
“You got me flowers?” You smile, leaning into his touch a little as his eyes fall to your lips.
“‘Course I did.” His hand drops, not going far, fingers lacing through yours.
He looks down at your hand in his, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile when he sees your nails.
“New?” He asks, glancing up at you briefly before looking back down. He hums softly before you can answer, like he already knows. “Yeah, I like these.”
He keeps your hand and lifts it, guiding you into a slow turn under his finger, his eyes moving over you, taking in the outfit you put on for him.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, softer now. “That’s my girl.”
You tug him further into the house, a breathy laugh slipping out of you when he follows without hesitation, letting you lead him like he wasn’t already planning to.
The door shuts behind him with a quiet click. His hands settle at your waist, pulling you closer. His nose brushes along your neck, lips ghosting against you, kissing wherever they land with a soft press.
“Fuck me… that the perfume I got you, sweetheart?” He asks, his voice vibrating against your skin as he breathes it in.
You tilt your head back with a smile, giving him more access, a soft confirmation slipping from your lips.
“Knew it,” he hums, pleased with himself.
Your sundress shifts as you press your chest to his, skimming higher on the back of your thighs. He smiles into your skin as he takes advantage of it—his rough hands sliding to grip your ass, lifting you off your feet. You let out a surprised laugh, arms coming up around his shoulders, guiding him closer.
“Miss me?” He murmurs against your neck, not waiting for an answer.
“Maybe,” you tease, breath catching when he bites down lightly.
“Yeah?” He huffs, amused, tightening his grip just enough. “Couldn’t tell.”
“Did you have fun?” You ask, moving close enough that your mouth brushes his when you speak.
“Sure,” he answers with the dry wit of a man who would rather be where he is right now. Then he’s right back on you, his mouth dragging from your lips to your jaw, down to your neck.
“Rafe,” you giggle softly, fingers sliding into his hair, tugging just enough that he groans for more.
“I did,” he adds, quieter, his voice already a little breathless. “Until you told me to come over… didn’t wanna be anywhere else.”
“Sorry, baby.”
“Sure,” he echoes with the same bite. “Started playin’ like shit,” he mutters, the words half lost against your lips. “Couldn’t focus. Kept thinkin’ about you.”
“I should’ve waited.”
“Stop,” he chuckles, like that’s even an option. “Still beat ’em.”
“Of course you did.”
“Stop feedin’ my ego,” he mutters. “Got you in my arms… don’t need help.”
“Please,” you breathe, cheeks burning from the compliment, smiling as Rafe’s lips drag along your neck, sucking at the soft skin, his teeth sinking in with that playful possessiveness you love.
“Made some cash,” he adds. “Gonna take you out later.”
“Yeah?”
“That place you like. Drinks, dinner… we’ll get that dessert you like.” His mouth drags back up your throat. “Do this again after.”
Your back hits the bed with a bounce, and he follows you down a second later, settling onto his knees.
Your fingers drift to the hem of your dress, lifting it slowly, a quiet laugh slipping out of him when you do something he likes.
“Atta girl,” he mutters under his breath.
His hat is gone the next second, flicked off without a thought, his shirt following right after—pulled over his head and tossed aside.
He runs his hands through his hair, pushing it back, and you don’t even try to hide the way you’re looking at him.
“You’re staring,” he points out, a little amused, like he wants you to.
Your hands slide over his chest slowly, feeling the heat of his skin, the way his muscles flex under your touch.
“Can you blame me?” You murmur.
The sound of his belt loosening cuts in, and he lets out a quiet breath, snapping it through the loops. His hands come down to your thighs, warm and steady as he presses them into the bed, pinning you beneath him.
“Look at you,” he says as his thumb drags along the crease between your skin and your panties.
He leans over you without breaking eye contact, one hand braced beside your head as he dips down, catching your lips again.
“All dressed up for me…” He murmurs quietly.
You let out a soft sigh against his mouth, your hands coming up to his shoulders, feeling the tension there.
His mouth drags lower, from your neck down to your chest, before he lifts the lace cups of your bra just enough to knead your flesh, his mouth sucking down on the other while his body grinds into the mattress, keeping pace with each swirl of his tongue.
He releases your nipple with a pop, kissing down your stomach, his breathing hot against your skin, heat building with each touch.
Your fingers slide into his hair, raking through his bangs, guiding him lower until his mouth reaches your hip. He pauses there, lips brushing, goosebumps spreading across your skin.
His grip firms, thumbs pressing into your skin as he leans in closer, his breath warm where it hits, his gaze still locked on yours.
“Rafe, please.”
“Yeah… yeah,” he murmurs teasingly, his voice rougher now. “Fuckin’ desperate, huh? I can tell.”
His hands adjust on you, keeping you right where he wants you as he leans in again, slower this time, more deliberate.
“Easy… Stay put,” he mutters, low and steady, thumbing over your clothed clit, making your hips buck, your lip caught between your teeth as you try to stay still. “You don’t think I know what my girl wants?”
His hand leaves your thigh for a second, sliding up your body, big and warm as it catches the fabric of your dress and pushes it higher.
“Show off, baby. C’mon now,” he murmurs like he’s starving for it, watching from between your thighs as you lift your bra completely. “So fucking beautiful. Oh my god,” he moans against you, making your back arch.
His tongue retraces the same path, gliding up your inner thigh along the lace, licking just beneath it before he catches the fabric between his teeth, tugging your panties to the side.
You shiver as your wetness hits the breeze of the ceiling fan above, your thighs drawing in, squeezing his broad shoulders between them. Looking up into his blue eyes, you spread your legs—Rafe kissing your clit like a thank you, groaning into you before he drags a line up your slit.
“Fuckin’ soaked,” he murmurs, more to himself than you. “Didn’t even make me work for it.”
His arms slide under your thighs, biceps flexing as he pulls you closer, diving in. Your fingers tug at his hair again, your other hand twisting in the sheets, gasping as his finger presses into your entrance, your body tightening around it as it curls and thrusts.
He leans into it, his mouth just far enough away that you’re left reaching and trembling—too much pleasure building to move, to let it fade. His chuckle is low, close enough to make your head spin.
“Yeah?” He huffs.
Your head falls back as it keeps building, so close to the edge you can feel yourself about to break.
“Eyes on me, baby. C’mon,” he murmurs against your sex.
You lift your head again, eyes locked, lips parted. “Fuck, Rafe. I’m gonna cum.”
“That so?” He asks.
You nod immediately, heavy-eyed as you fight to keep them open. “Yes. Yes—” Your body jolts at the loss, a sharp breath punching out of your chest as your hips stutter.
“Yes. Yes. Oh fuck, Rafe,” he mocks, mimicking your breathless tone—just nasal enough to make it sting, his eyes rolling away in annoyance.
“Baby?” You breathe, half disbelief, half frustration hitting all at once. “What—what the hell? Fuck!” The word breaks from your lips as his hand comes down sharp, slapping your pussy, making your eyes well with tears from the shock alone.
His head tilts as he looks back at you, pouting his lip to match yours.
“What’s wrong?” Your voice comes out pathetically small.
“Wrong?” He asks, like the word doesn’t make sense to him. “Nothing’s wrong.” His eyes drop to where his hand is, watching the way you react—how you still follow his touch.
“What,” he adds, crueler now. “You were countin’ on something?” Your stomach twists at the tone, the pleasure that had been building, gone now. “Or someone?”
“I—yeah?”
He hums, playing with you shamelessly, fingers slipping through the wet mess he made.
“U n r e l i a b l e…” He breathes, like he’s thinking out loud more than talking to you, drawing every letter of the word over your clit with his rough finger.
“I don’t know what—what’s going on?” Your words clip off in a gasp as he thrusts his digits in and out, in and out, then stopping—leaving you rocking your pussy into his palm, chasing something he still isn’t giving you.
“Y’know what pissed me off the most?” He asks, his eyes dragging over you slowly, his fingers still moving like he’s still deciding your fate. “It’s not even that you said it… it’s that somebody out there might’ve believed you.”
“Believe what?” You whisper.
His hand slows again—not stopping, just playing, keeping you waiting—just enough to pull you back before you can settle into the feeling of it.
“You tell me,” he says, glancing up at you like the issue’s obvious. But it’s not.
He lets out a low, sharp laugh under his breath, shaking his head in frustration. “You even know what ‘no’ means?” He asks.
You blink up at him, confused, your brows pulling together as your lips part to answer, but nothing really comes out.
He watches that happen in real time, something in his expression shifting when you don’t have an answer.
“Yeah,” he mutters. “Didn’t think so.”
“Just tell me, Rafe…”
He exhales through his nose, leaning in closer.
“You know how embarrassing that was today?” He says, quieter this time, like he’s replaying it in his head. “My boys saw that TikTok shit and thought I don’t take care of my girl.”
He looks you over as he says it, slow and pointed, like he’s making sure you feel the ridiculousness of those words.
“Me?” He adds, a disbelieving edge slipping in. “You fuckin’ kidding me?”
“Rafe, I can explain—”
“I mean, look at you, huh?” He murmurs, lifting his fingers, sucking off the wet. “You’re a mess.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” you say breathlessly, still a little unsure. He just scoffs, muttering your words under his breath. “I was just trying to be funny,” you whimper, soft and a little desperate.
“Funny,” he repeats, his hand resting on the bed beside your head as he lowers himself closer.
“It was silly,” you whisper.
“Tryin’ to be relatable, huh?” He asks, his thumb pressing against your clit, rolling slow. Your brows pull together as he keeps you right on the edge. “Had people lookin’ at you different today,” he mutters. “That’s not how this works with me.”
“I know, baby. I—”
“You really thought I was gonna laugh that shit off?” He laughs, dark and demeaning. “C’mon, baby. You know me better than that… I don’t do halfway,” he mutters. “Not with you. Never have.”
Your eyes roll back in your head, the pressure building between your thighs, your heart racing in your chest.
“I don’t want any girl lookin’ at you,” he says, quieter now, “and thinkin’ they’ve got a man who takes care of them like I take care of you. I don’t want them to think you’re relatin’ to that bullshit, understand?” He asks, slowing his hand just enough to keep you right there—a fat tear rolling warm and heavy down your cheek, landing on your silk pillow.
“You mean so much more to me than that,” you whimper.
“Yeah?” He asks, dipping in to kiss your lips. “Sayin’ you couldn’t rely on me… like I’m not gonna have you like this ten minutes after I walk through the fuckin’ door if I wanted to. Lucky for you I still do—”
“Please,” you whimper as your thighs shake uncontrollably.
He leans in closer, his forehead brushing yours for a second, his tone steady when he speaks again. “Delete that,” he says quietly. “Then we’ll talk.”
“Oh—okay, of course,” the words stutter out of you in a rush, breathless and weak, your hand patting blindly against the bed until you find your phone, fingers fumbling as you lift it between you.
The device trembles in your hand, hitting every button but TikTok, struggling to get from your fyp to your main page. A sharp huff of a laugh leaves him as his eyes drop to your hand, then back to your eyes, something dark and amused flickering there.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs, watching you struggle with a simple task. “Who’s got you shakin’ like that, huh?”
“It’s gone,” you say quickly, completely breathless, almost dropping it as you flip it around to show him. “See? I deleted it.”
He takes the phone from your hand, glances at it for half a second, then drops it back onto the mattress, his attention already back on you.
“No more bullshit. You understand me?”
“I’m sorry, baby,” you whisper, nodding immediately as your vision goes hazy, blinking the tears from your eyes as you look up at him.
“Don’t do that shit again.”
“I won’t,” you say quickly. “I promise.”
“You’re a fucking brat sometimes,” he mutters, the tempo of his hand speeding up as your orgasm comes within reach. “My brat.”
“You’re so good to me… I’m sorry.”
His thumb brushes your jaw, tilting your face back toward him. “Better,” he says, almost amused. “See? You learn fast.”
Your eyes pinch shut, your back arching off the mattress, hands wrapping around his body, digging into the broad planes of his back as your body releases.
Your pussy flutters around his fingers as he pounds his hand into you, palm slapping against your clit again and again, until you’re pushing him away from the overstimulation—but he’s having none of that, lowering himself between your thighs to work you with his tongue as well.
He circles your clit, groaning against your heat with each breath of praise that slips from your lips.
“You’re gonna make it up to me,” he breathes against your pussy, spreading your lips apart, your panties stretched at the seams from being yanked. “I’m gonna take care of you like I always fucking do. You’re gonna be screaming my name over and over… I promise you that. You can see how reliable I am then.”
“You always take care of me,” you whisper, pulling down your panties, tearing your dress over your head. He shoves his pants down his thighs, quickly pressing your thigh to your chest, tapping his tip against your pussy.
He traces lower, lips parting when he feels you start to stretch around him.
“C’mon, baby… remind me. Who takes care of you.”
“Rafe Cameron,” his name falls from your lips in a moan, his lips swallowing the sound as he presses his body tight to yours.
Just wanted to say a quick thank you for all the love recently <3
Summary: JJ’s younger sister can't help but fall deeper in love with Rafe. When an explosive fight between the boys breaks out, she is forced to make a choice, her brother or the man that has been sneaking into her room every night for months.
Warnings: Fighting, mentions of blood. SMUT Containing: Soft/Dom Rafe x F!Reader, Slightly Sunshine Reader, Kissing, Fingering, L-bombs, P in V, Creampie, Tiniest amount of anal play, Crying from Overstimulation, Spitting, Choking, Spanking, Praising, Breeding Kink, After Care. Pet Names: Baby, Princess, Good girl, Daddy (like a lot).
Word Count: 6K
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The day had started out so pure, waking up in Rafe’s arms, the sun glittering through a crack in your window curtains. His arms gripped you tight, stirring you out of a deep sleep as he planted delicate kisses on your neck, sucking a faint pink spot just above your collarbone. Your eyes calmly fluttered open, sinking into his touch for more.
“Good morning, princess”. Rafe cupped his hand around your chin, his fingers pushed back a strand of messy sleep hair, and attached his lips to yours.
He didn't even care about your morning breath, skillfully pushing his tongue past your lips and engulfing you under his body. You are the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, he thought. Not even in a sexy, lustful type of way. In a way like you were a piece of art, handcrafted and sculpted, sitting on display in the museum of his mind.
Fuck, he needed every day to start out like this.
The kiss wasn’t even supposed to lead to this. He just wanted to be close to you, but the way you breathed inaudible little moans into his neck and whispered his name so painfully smooth hexed him.
A true siren, call him in. Calling him closer until he was lost.
You wrapped your arms around the base of Rafe’s neck, fingers ghosting through his buzzed-cut hair. Rafe always thought himself a strong man, a protector, but your touch destroyed him, all the strength in him crashing down to a whining puddle of need.
He looked so good like this, hovered over you and panting into your neck, cold metal rings on his fingers digging into the silky skin of your thighs.
“Oh baby,” Rafe begged, his hips pressing into yours, the thin material of his boxers allowing him to feel the subtle arousal leaking on your panties.
That was it. He needed you.
“Rafe,” you breathed so softly, biting the long sleeve of his shirt you had slept in.
“Yeah, princess?” Rafe reached for the line of your panties, spreading your legs as he pulled them to the side, perfect little pussy on display.
“JJ’ll be home soon. He’s gonna see your car,” you mournfully groaned, staring up at Rafe’s parted lips and pleading eyes.
“We have time. I’ll be fast, promise.” Rafe pulled his boxers down, the chill air hitting his hard cock. “Need you now…please”.
You nodded your head in response, Rafe hands easily assassinating any thoughts of JJ coming home.
“Ow”, you whined, watching as Rafe dipped a single digit inside you, hands fighting against the hem of your panties. “Rafey, please”.
Fuck when you called him that…he was nothing but yours.
“Gotta stretch you out a little, baby. Don't wanna hurt you.” Rafe’s eyebrows were focused, watching as your walls gushed around him, arousal soaking his finger. He hooked his finger, pressing right on that spot that drove you crazy, the rings on his hands hitting against your soft skin.
“Cold”, you swallowed and Rafe hummed, gently removing his fingers and pulling his rings off, sitting them nonchalantly on your bedside table. He worked quick, sliding two fingers back inside you, relishing in the warmth of his skin. He could stay right here, like this, forever, if you would let him.
He pumped his fingers in and out, swirling them inside you.
God, he hated this. You should be coming around his fingers, in his mouth, and then around his fingers again before he even dared to think about putting his dick inside you. But he knew he didn't have time, and he cursed himself for not waking you up earlier.
Fucking JJ was always ruining everything.
If he wasn't such a mess right now, he would have taken you without any care, making you scream on his cock until the entire obx knew whose bitch you were. But Rafe fought to be gentle. Most of the time, it was easy. You were so pure, he hadn’t felt the need to get rough, something he never experienced before. For most girls, he had no problem choking, slapping, or bending over and shoving his cock into them. But you were changing him, rewriting his DNA, and turning him into a whimpering mess. The worst part was, he fucking loved it. Like the siren song of your moans, he craved it.
Rafe’s hands grabbed at your sides and he worked fast, reaching for his wallet and pulling out a gold package. He opened it with his teeth, grabbing the condom and swiftly pulling it down his dick. Something else he wasn't used to doing before you. He never minded wearing them, as long as you were safe and comfortable. But sometimes he fucking dreamed of sliding in that sweet pussy, no barriers between the two of you, and painting your tight little walls until he was dripping out of you, filling you with his hot seed, and growing a baby.
You picked your hips up some, wrapping your legs just above Rafe’s waist. He lined himself up against you, sliding the tip in so slowly he felt your walls open around him.
Your mouth hung open, soft coys falling from you like lava.
“That's it, baby”. It was torture, sinking inside you this slow, but Rafe knew you were still getting used to him and you needed more time to really open up for him. His two fingers were never enough to truly warm you up. He sunk down, feeling himself hit the back of your pussy, a squelching sound vibrating around the room.
“Oh!”, you cried, dragging your nails down Rafe’s back with a slight hiss. You didn’t know how he was able to do this but the heat in your body was already rising and you felt your pussy crying out for him, sucking him in further as he sat still, waiting and stretching you so much more than you had experienced before him.
“Yes!”, you yelled, legs shaking and body writhing at his touch.
“You cumming already, princess?” Rafe chuckled, “haven’t even moved yet,” He couldn't help but smirk, dragging himself out completely and slamming himself back in.
You nodded your head, unable to speak as your back arched off the bed. You felt your cheeks grow hot, the coil in you ready to pop.
“Yeah?” Rafe smirked. “Cum on my dick, baby.” Pride filled him and your pussy leaked with arousal, like nectar from a wildflower.
Rafe couldn’t get enough of it and before you had a chance to come down from your high, he slammed into you, ripping high-pitched cries from your throat.
He knew you couldn’t be too loud, just in case. So he leaned down, taking his time to explore your mouth deep and sensual. Each movement of your lips is longing and tender like he had been away for years. His breaths are hot and come out as shaky gasps. He falls into the kiss, absorbing your moans and sucking your bottom lip.
His thrusts were faster now, hitting you with the perfect force to rip another orgasm through you, the lights in the room fading as you clenched your eyes shut.
“Fuck, that’s my sweet girl”. Rafe’s breath was hot on your neck “That’s my good little girl”. He dragged his warm hands up your shirt, massaging the velvety skin of your tits and lightly pinching a nipple between his fingers.
And fuck, you knew JJ would be home at any second. It had been so hard keeping Rafe a secret, him sneaking in so quietly, having to wrap his hand around your mouth so you didn’t scream out, and fucking you on the floor so the bed didn’t smack against the wall.
You clenched your walls around Rafe, bearing down your stomach to tighten around his cock.
“Fuck, baby girl”. Rafe’s eyes rolled back, his forehead pressed against yours as you flexed your legs around his waist harder, sinking him in impossibly deeper.
“Goddamn, yes”, Rafe hissed, sucking his teeth against his lips, jaw clenched tight.
“Fucking love you, baby”. His thrust grew faster, hitting you with more force.
“God, I love you so much”, he growled, pressing his lips into yours as thick white ropes of cum shot out of him.
“Ahh, ow”. Your teeth clattered together, your body shaking as he pulled out of you, your chest rising and falling. “L-love y-you t-too,”
God, he didn't want to leave. He stayed above you, peppering you with kisses again. He wanted more of you. But, he ripped his body off the bed, throwing the condom in the trash can next to your desk. Everything told him to stay, wrap his arms around you, and caress your skin until you fell asleep on him again. It felt dirty and wrong sneaking out of your window after you were just wrapped around his cock, crying for him. He wanted to take care of you, wanted to clean you up with his mouth, and wash your body in a steamy shower. He felt like a bad boyfriend, like a little bitch that didn't know how to treat his woman.
“I hate your brother,” Rafe frowned, throwing on a black hoodie and a pair of dark jeans.
“I know,” you laughed, watching as he grabbed all his things.
Rafe leaned down, your body still weak and crumbling, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in and breathing your scent. Vanilla and coconut.
“Love you, baby,” he groaned, forcing himself to open the window and snake his body through.
An immediate sadness filled you, watching as he pulled out of the driveway. You sunk your body back into your bed, the loss of Rafe’s arm making you cold.
Thirty minutes had passed and you had just enough time to get dressed, hearing the sound of JJ knocking on the bedroom door.
“Hungry?”, he asked, carrying in a bag from Heyward’s Seafood.
You sat up, legs slightly sore from your earlier activities.
“God yes,” you smiled, scooting so JJ could sit next to you. He laughed, sitting two drinks down on your bedside table.
JJ's eyes fell on the silver round metal absentmindedly thrown on the table. “What the fuck is this?”
Your heart pounded in your chest. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This was so bad. JJ had always been your protector, hovering over you like a bodyguard protecting celebrities from the paparazzi.
“Whose fucking rings are these?” he scowled, a venom rising in his voice.
“Nobodies. Give them to me”, you yelped, trying to stop JJ from picking them up.
You struggled for a moment and JJ snatched one from your hand quickly, silently inspecting the inside to see the name “Cameron” engraved on the inside.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me” JJ stood, running his hands through his blonde hair.
“Please tell me Rafe Cameron was not in my fucking house.” JJ was fully yelling now, looking at you like you had just stabbed him in a vital organ.
You didn't know what to say and you swore you might have been having a heart attack, chest tightening, and the room spinning.
“JJ, it's not what you think”. You followed as JJ stomped through the house, his fist in balls.
“Not what I think?” JJ yelled again, throwing on a pair of shoes. “Did he fucking touch you? Are you okay?” JJ spiral, looking you up and down for any marks or scratches.
His eyes twitched, his skin turning a ghostly white. “Is that a fucking hickey?”
“It's not like that.” You yell back. “He loves me”.
“You think that psychopath loves you?” JJ laughed, grabbing his keys and slamming the screen door, a loud screech echoing throughout the home.
“He's not a psychopath”. You chased after him, unable to keep up with his fast pace.
“Stop. Go back to the fucking house. I’m serious.” JJ practically screamed, his eyes dark and he swore he was seeing red hot blood.
“Where are you going?” you screamed, watching as JJ climbed into the Twinkie, turning on the engine and speeding away.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
JJ didn’t even know where to go, but he promised himself, that the second he found Rafe, he was going to kill him.
After what seemed like an eternity, he found the Cameron boy, sitting at a table with friends. He locked his sights on Rafe, rage consuming him. He didn't care that the restaurant was crowded, didn't even care if he got arrested for assault.
Rafe spotted him a mile away, the tires of the Twinkie screeching in the parking lot made JJ pretty obvious. He almost ignored the blonde boy, but he could see by the strides in JJ’s walk and his tense shoulders, something was off.
“JJ, don’t do this man,” Rafe yelled, putting his hands up as a sign of protest. He had promised you that he wouldn't fight JJ again, and breaking a promise with you was something he didn't plan on doing today.
Rafe stayed glued to his chair, even as JJ stomped toward him.
“Get up,” JJ shouted, the crow around them growing eerily quiet and still. “You think you can just come into my house and fuck my little sister like some slut?”
Rafe’s jaw clenched. He breathed calmly, trying to stop his body from the violence it was always quick to turn to. “What did you just fucking call her?” Rafe’s skin boiled.
“She thinks you fucking love her” JJ laughed, throwing Rafe’s rings at him, hitting him in the arm.
“Dude, you need to back off before you start some shit you can't take back” Rafe looked around, standing from his chair and taking a step closer to JJ.
“Nah, I don't think I will” JJ was quick to throw a punch, landing it hard on Rafe’s eye. He stumbled back, body falling on the side of a table for balance.
Rafe’s expression hardened, his jaw clenched tight, and fist locked into balls. As much as he wished he could, he wouldn't let that shit go. He regained his balance fast, and wrapped his arms around JJ, tackling him onto the ground with a loud ‘thud’.
The two boys thrashed around the floor, bodies struggling to pull each other off until Rafe finally pinned JJ down. He grabbed the collar of JJ’s shirt, blowing punches as JJ struggled under him, blood pooling at his lip. Rafe was careful, not using any real strength, but still causing some damage. The crowd gasped, and security rushed to pull the boys off of each other.
“Don’t fucking come near her again or I swear to god I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking kill you”: JJ screamed, two men pulling him in the opposite direction.
Hours had passed and your phone was blowing up. You watched your screen flash over and over again, texts from Rafe, your friends, and even Topper. JJ finally came home, face covered in bruises and his eyes swollen.
You knew your relationship with Rafe would have consequences but you didn’t expect them to be quite this severe.
“Baby, I’m sorry”, lit up on the screen, the simple short sentence enough to stop your anger in its tracks, like the flame of a candle quickly blown out. You knew you should text him back, but you wouldn’t give up that easily. You sat your phone down, silencing it for the next couple of hours while you lay in bed.
You tried so hard to go to sleep, your mind racing and body aching. It was weird, ignoring Rafe. More texts had come through, Rafe telling you how much he loved you, that he was sorry, that he would make it up to you if you would just talk to him.
As much as you wanted to stay mad, your body was starving for him. You knew he was probably feeling like shit.
You ripped your body from your mattress, threw on a sweatshirt, and quietly sneaked out the front door. The walk to Rafe’s house was a quiet one, the breeze softly flowing through your hair in the moonlight.
You found the huge house quick, praying that Rafe was still awake.
You had been here before, but your heart pounded in your chest as you found Rafe's window, slowly pushing up on the glass. The room was dark and quiet except for the subtle breathing from Rafe.
“What are you doing?” He shot up in the dark, quickly turning on the light and grabbing your hand as you stepped inside the room.
“I-I couldn't sleep,” you coyed, playing with your finger in your hands.
“Me either.” Rafe sat on his bed, quietly watching as you stood in front of him. “Come here,” he softly demanded, tapping his lap.
You tried to get a sense of what he was thinking but he was so closed off in the moment, you couldn't figure out any of his emotions.
Rafe positioned you on top of him, placing you around his left leg. “I’m sorry, baby.” His hands fell to your sides and you locked your arms around him.
“I know. It’s okay. Just needed to see you”. You pulled him closer, placing a kiss on his lips. You relaxed into him, a moan escaping you as he licked at your lips, swapping his salvia with yours in a heated dance.
Rafe broke the kiss, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Missed me, huh? Didn't get enough earlier?”
“Yeah,” you whined, watching Rafe’s hands travel to your thigh, rubbing smooth circles with his thumb on your sweatpants.
“I know baby, I know”. Rafe reached for your shoes, roughly pulling them off and throwing them in the corner of the room. He stood you up, pulling off your sweatpants and snaking his fingers down the hem of your panties, before repositioning you on his leg.
He planted kisses back on your neck, sucking hard and biting at your skin. Suddenly he realized he could make the marks as dark as he wanted, show everyone whose girl you were, who you belonged to. You wiggled under him, his bare skin pressing against your pussy.
You grined your hips softly, Rafe’s hands reaching to pull off your sweatshirt., “Mmh”, you withered, the smooth skin of Rafe’s thighs slick with your juices as you rubbed your clit against his tensing muscles. Rafe reached for your hips, pushing and pulling you so you rocked harder against him, the added pressure pushing your body down harder.
“That’s a good girl. Ride my thigh.” You threw your head onto his shoulders, mouth falling open.
“No, no.” Rafe grabbed your chin. “Let me watch you” He locked his eyes on yours.
“Why didn’t you answer my texts?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed and jaw tight, the vein in his neck noticeably swollen.
“R-Rafe,” You sighed, body hot. “I d-don’t k-know”.
“I’ve been good to you, right?” Rafe spoke, his voice emotionless and still, something you didn't recognize. He looked like a statue, eyes staring down at you as you wiggled in his lap, his hand coming to cup your chin, forcing you to stare up at him.
“Y-yes, you t-treat me…t-treat m-me so well”, you answered honestly, focusing on the dark bruise under his eye. You felt your pussy practicing dripping, a pool of your arousal on his thigh.
“Yeah? You know I love you, baby?” he swiped his thumb over your mouth, pulling the plump skin of your bottom lip down slightly.
You nodded your head, breathing becoming stranded as your body tightened.
“I do. I love you more than anything. But I think I need to teach you a lesson. I think you need to learn who's in charge here, huh?” Rafe dipped his thumb in your mouth, your soft tongue grazing the callous skin of his finger pads.
“Fuck, Rafe!” You nodded your head again, your hips moving uncontrollably. You swirled your tongue around his thumb, sucking and lightly grazing your teeth over him.
“That’s it. Cum for me baby” Rafe growled, watching the way your body moved so harshly against him.
Rafe just stared, the boiling need he had been repressing for so long finally erupting. It was the side of him he had worked so hard to make sure you never saw. But at this moment, he didn't care. You were his, all his, and if you thought you could just ignore him all day, you had another thing coming.
“Get on your knees.”
You followed his instructions without a word, watching as Rafe pulled off his boxers.
Your blood ran cold, cheeks flustered and legs weak from the orgasm. He was so gorgeous, the tip of his cock a dark shade of pink and slightly curved up.
You stared for a moment, trying to hype yourself up. Head was never your strong suit, and honestly, Rafe hardly asked for it. He stood like a rock, pumping his hard cock above you, your pretty eyes locked on him.
“Put your hands behind your back” Rafe stepped closer, grabbing at the ends of your hair and holding it in a make-shirt ponytail. You weren’t sure what to make of it, but you did as you were told, a hint of fear behind your eyes.
You nodded your head, and slowly put your hands behind your back, your knees digging into the carpet as you opened your mouth. Rafe rubbed his cock against your plump lips, precum shining on your lips as you lightly kissed the tip of his penis and licked the slit.
“Fuck,” Rafe groaned, his hands pushing tight in your hair as you wrapped your lips delicately around the head of his cock. His sounds set you on fire, confidence striking you. You bobbed your head deeper, taking him in smoothly.
“Tap my thigh twice if you need to,” His hands in your hair pushed you down until you were gagging around him and you fought to keep your throat relaxed. Your mouth was wide open, jaw painfully stretched as his cock hit the back of your throat with a vengeance, small tears forming in the corner of your eyes and tenderly falling down your cheek, Saliva filled your mouth, running down your chin and onto the base of Rafe’s cock. You had never, never done anything like this before. You tried to stay calm, keep your teeth away from Rafe's sensitive member.
“Fuck, Princess”, Rafe’s thrust were deep, the force causing you to gag and the sound echoing around the room. “Taking me so well. Didn’t even know you could fucking do this,” Rafe hissed between gritted teeth, pushing your shoulders so your mouth popped off his dick. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up. Rafe leaned into you, spitting into your mouth like a pro. His saliva was warm, filling your mouth and falling from your chin before he was wrapping you back around his cock. This time impossibly rougher and the tears continued to stream down, your throat threatening to close at any moment.
“Get on the bed,” Rafe demanded, pulling you to your feet and pushing you so you landed with a soft thud. He dragged a hand from your neck to your breast. Your heart pounded in your chest, and something told you, you were meeting the Rafe that everyone had warned you about. Every nerve in your body was shot, and goosebumps tainted your skin.
“Don’t fucking move,” Rafe demands, hand gripping down on my stomach. You nod in silence and stay as still as possible as he brings his hands between your legs, forcing you to spread them apart.
“Think I need to give you a safeword. How about lavender”. He stood above you, eyes dark but a hint of sincerity behind them.
“Okay,” you gasp, watching as Rafe shoves a finger inside you, with no warning.
“Goddamn, look at that pretty cunt”, Rafe huffs, the air hitting your core as he spreads your lips apart. He presses against your soft walls with a devilish force, sending chills through your entire body “So messy already. Gonna let me leave you dripping?”
You whimper and nod your head in response, a need growing as he begins to apply more pressure to his movements. You feel your walls clench around his fingers, eager for him to open you up more.
Rafe lets out a soft “Yeah, you are” and begins to pump his finger in and out sending a squelching arousal down your legs. You try your hardest to stay still and relax into his touch, but Rafe is quick to add a second finger, hooking them up to hit your g-spot relentlessly. A look of complete focus covers Rafe’s face, his eyebrows furrowed and lips locked tight.
“Fuck yes! Don’t stop.” Your cries grow louder and your hips develop an involuntary bucking motion, Rafe's fingers hitting you hard and rough. He was like an animal and you were the prey. He brought another hand to your clit, rubbing circles with his thumb and adding a sensation that sends you over the edge. “That’s it, cum on my fingers Princess,” he groans, fingers moving fast and rough.
Your thighs hug his wrist, clenching together subconsciously.
“Fucking keep them open,” Rafe growls, his motions showing no signs of stopping or acknowledgment about the thick white creamy liquid coating the bottom of his fingers.
“Fuck, Rafe. P-Please. Just need you inside me, please,” you whine, your legs already shaky and weak.
“I’ll fuck you when I’m ready. Shut up and take my fingers,” he states emotionlessly like he’s completely unaffected by your pleas and cries for more.
“Ahh!” you bite my lip hard, his fingers too rough after the wave of pleasure that just washed over you. Rafe loses his mind at your dripping cunt, placing his mouth around your clit and sucking hard before flicking his tongue.
“Oh my god, Daddy!” You didn't even process the name, didn’t even mean to say it.
Rafe growls, spitting on your clit and quickly devouring it again. “Good girl. This my fucking pussy?” Rafe mumbles, licking stripes between your folds. His fingers continue at an inhumane pace, sending shocks of pleasure too intense for you to handle.
“Yes, daddy. It’s yours!" You practically scream. “God, I’m going to cum again. R-Rafe, please, t-too mu-much,” Your fingers dig into his hair, pulling at him aggressively.
“You can take it. Cum on my mouth like a good girl.” Rafe growls, the demand in his tone rough and strong. His fingers leave a sloppy echo in the air, sounds of your wetness bouncing off the walls. You buck your hips into his mouth, wet thick arousal dripping down your legs and Rafe has to hold you down, his hand moving from your clit to apply rough pressure to your stomach. “God, you taste fucking amazing.” Rafe sits up, sliding his forearm behind your back, giving him easy access to pull you into another kiss, lips soft and plump against his. You taste yourself on him, sweet and salty.
“Get on all fours,” he states plainly, helping you flip over.
Rafe placed a hand on your back, spreading your legs a bit wider and pulling you back so your ass hung perfectly in the air.
You arched your back more, feeling Rafe line up with your swollen pink lips. “Oh, fuck”, you cried as Rafe sunk inside in one quick motion, so deep his balls rested against your clit.
“You okay?”
“Y-yeah” You moaned, voice strained, and head deep in the pillow under you
“Doing so well for me. Such a sweet girl,” he whispered, slowly pulling out the tip of his cock, hands reaching to pull your hair back hard.
“Thank you, daddy.” You cried, the feeling of him hitting your G-spot already causing your legs to shake around him.
“Mmh, you’re welcome baby,” Rafe was a mess inside his own head, your warm pussy invading every crevice of his mind, but on the outside, he appeared collected and calm.
He couldn't believe you were taking him like this, letting him do whatever the fuck he wanted to you. He felt himself get brave, pressing his thumb inside your puckered hole, the skin warm and tight around him.
“Ow!” You screamed, trying to pull away from him.
“Stop fucking running. Arch that back baby,” Rafe growled, pulling your hair harder so you had to sit back on him.
“Fuck, you like my thumb in your ass? Dirty fucking slut, letting me ruin you, huh?” Rafe threw his head back, pumping into you on a mission, his hips slapping against you hard. Rafe brought his hand down, landing on your ass with an echoing ‘slap’. A bright red hand print already started to form, your skin stinging.
“Ahh! Ow,” cried, unable to keep the tears from spilling out any longer.
Rafe felt a sting of guilt and he couldn't exactly tell if your cries were from pain or pleasure.
“Do you need to say the safe word, baby girl?” He slowed his thrust, his voice softening
“No, Daddy, God! D-Don’t stop, please. Please don't stop, daddy.” You couldn't help it and you bucked your hips back, bouncing your ass against him and loud claps ringing in your ears.
“Such a good fucking slut, taking me like this. Bet you wouldn’t care if I came inside you, huh? Have you falling asleep with my cum dripping out of you?” Rafe’s thrust grew impossibly harder, hitting the back of your pussy like he hated you, like he wanted to hurt you.
You nodded your head, the sounds of your wetness filling your ears. You have never been this wet before. “Yes! Please”, you cried, feeling another orgasm threatening to spill out of you. Your thoughts were so clouded you didn't even realize Rafe was fucking you raw.
“Oh fuck, really?” Rafe smirked, grabbing your hands so he could put them behind your back, his hips fucking you completely into the mattress. “Gonna let me cum inside you, sweet girl?”
You nodded your head, unable to speak with your head pressed into your pillow, orgasm hitting you hard. Arousal soaked so thick inside you Rafe had to pull his cock out, splashes of your juices landing on his stomach and dripping down.
“Fuck, that’s a good girl. Squirt on daddy's cock”. Rafe slammed back inside you, immediately continuing his torturous pace, dick slapping into you like a rock.
“I’m sorry, daddy” You were completely fucked out, drunk on the stretch of your ass and pussy. You didn’t even know what you were saying, didn’t even process what was happening. “I’m so sorry I ignored you. Won't ever do it again.” You struggled to speak, your voice horse and rough.
“I know, baby.” Rafe groaned, his breath heavy and strained, sweat dripping down his chest. “I know you're sorry.” Rafe placed a kiss on your shoulder, leaning down and gently pulling out of you. You moaned at the loss of him, chest panting.
“Turn over,” Rafe hovered over you, hooking his arms around your legs and pulling them over his shoulders.
He leaned down, grabbing the base of his cock and lining himself up to your entrance. His eyes locked on yours as he pressed himself back inside you, lips crashing against yours in a hungry passion, teeth clashing together.
His hands caress over your body as if he's memorizing every inch of you, his previous roughness replaced by a tender touch, leaning down to place gentle kisses on your tits. His mouth latches onto you, sucking gently and swirling his tongue around your swollen bud, teasing and playing.
“So fucking soft and sweet,” Rafe moans, using a hand to massage your other nipple. His fingers move delicately, pinching and pulling at it softly. You try not to squirm too much under him, but your hips move involuntarily, his body weight holding down as he thrusts softly inside you.
“Harder,” you moaned, needing him to completely wreck you.
“Yeah? Need it deeper?” Rafe chuckled, picking himself up off his hands and slamming into you, matching his earlier speed. “Think you can handle more of this?”
“Fuck, Rafe!” your walls clenching so tight around him, the muscles in your stomach and chest were sore, as he pumped in and out. Rafe’s hand traveled up to your throat squeezing with a deadly force as wetness dripped out of you.
Your legs shook, back arching off the bed as your vision went black, air escaping you. You dug your nails into Rafe’s back, scratching bright red lines down him until he was hissing in pain. “T-too m-much,” you breathed out, voice strained by the tight fingers wrapped around you.
Rafe reluctantly let go, his hands traveling down to your waist. “Fuck, baby. So fucking tight,” “Stay right there. Just like that.” Rafe growled, his thrust becoming obviously uneven, just as hard but messy and uncalculated. His fingers dug into your skin as he bit his lip, dropping his head into your neck.
“Love you, baby,” he whispered, painting the inside of your walls with his cum. Fuck, no one had ever come inside you before.
“God, Rafe,” You shuddered at the feeling of his cum dripping out of you as he slowly pulled out. Your body shook violently, the feeling of his cock deep in your cunt still attacking your mind. He stayed motionless before you, placing a light kiss on your cheek, and carefully rolling you over. He placed your head on his chest, wrapping his arms tight around you before pulling the blankets over you.
“You okay?” Rafe mumbled, all out of breath and exhausted. “Did I hurt you?” his tone was lined with fear, his fingers trembling as he lightly caressed your arm.
You were still gasping at his touch, tears slowly falling down your cheek. “N-No, f-felt so g-good,” you cried, trying to breathe through the orgasms that still echoed on your skin.
“I’m sorry about JJ. I just, I couldn't let him talk about you like that” Rafe fluttered his eyes open, kissing your forehead.
“It’s, i-it’s o-okay,” you whispered, unable to move or react much to Rafe’s words.
Rafe whispered soft shh's, his mind racing as you cried into him. Fuck, this was why he never did this. He was so scared, scared he hurt you or pressured you, or did anything you wouldn’t like. You were always a mess after you had sex, but something looked broken in you right now. Rafe pulled you tighter against him and you gasped with every movement, the fear building inside him until he was just as much of a mess as you were.
“Baby, please. Just calm down, just breathe. You’re okay, I got you.” Rafe didn't know if he was really saying it to you or himself, and he felt his own tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He swore an hour had passed before you had finally stopped shaking, your legs only slightly trembling, and your breathing finally at a normal rate.
“I’m good, Rafe. I promise. It was just…a lot” you mumbled, cheeks all flustered and voice shy. He held you until you were asleep in his arms, too afraid to move you like you were a piece of glass that might break.
You were so sore the next day, you didn't want to walk. Bright pink hickies lined your skin, and you were sure your throat was bruised. But you fucking loved it, loved that you would feel him for days. Loved that you could finally show him off.
Warnings:18+,MDNI
This is my work, do not repost or claim as yours. Be mindful of your mental health<3
Bratty
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“You think I'll do whatever you want me to, just because you’re the kook prince?” you laugh, taunting him.
His jaw tightens and he bursts out air in frustration, giving a maniacal chuckle.
“You’re such a brat you know that?” he says with a silky, wide grin.
You stalk around the chair he’s sitting on, trailing your fingers over his broad shoulders.
“Oh, am i?” you say, feigning innocence. “Gonna teach me a lesson?” you pout. "Or are you scared?" You flash eyes at him, your lashes biting the low light with each flutter.
The air breathes for a moment until he grabs your forearm, flinging you over his lap in one fell swoop.
“You know you want me to, ‘cause you’re a dirty little whore for me, yeah? Just love to act out, don't you?”
He rubs your ass gently, before palming your ass harder under your panties.
You moan, opening your legs in an instinctive invitation.
His mouth opens in a soft part as a beautiful, raspy chuckle creeps up his windpipe.
“See, I know you want me. Bet you're soaking huh?” he whispers, teasingly.
“Get over yourself,” you roll your eyes, dramatically.
“Tell me you want me princess,” he says, attempting to quell your disobedient, bratty attitude as he trails fingers over the backs of your thighs, making your skin freckle with goosebumps.
“I don’t want you even near me,” you laugh, batting your lashes up to him, capturing your lower lip between your teeth.
“Enough games,” he says, picking you up to throw you on the awaiting bed.
“Oh, getting rough, are we?” you taunt, clearly egging him on. “What a cutie...”
He takes your hair in his hands tightly, cutting off your words with a rough kiss. His smooth tongue plunging past your lips, makes you sink into the mattress below you further as he rubs his fingers over your heat.
"Just as wet as I thought, princess," he says between a satisfied grin.
“Oh, shit,” you gasp, biting your lip.
“Not so confident that you don’t want me now, huh?” he taunts back, asserting himself.
“Please,” you beg, finally giving up with the need growing fiery inside of you.
"What a good little slut for me," he breathes, before plunging two fingers into your heat.
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