can you make a rafe fic inspired by this tik tok
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGd9ho5PY/
⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘? ✦
pov. reader pranks rafe by calling him her friend, and he shows her what friends don’t do.
content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, cussing, missionary, degrading, praising, face grabbing, no proof read, teasing, dom!rafe, sub!reader, penetration, slight mention of throat grabbing, edging(?)
your phone was already recording before rafe even wandered into frame. “rafe!” you called out.
he got up from the living room couch and came to you soon as he heard his name. you were standing at the kitchen island with some overpriced drink you’d bought because your followers kept asking you to try it, the front camera angled just enough to catch both of you. they also requested you to prank him, and who are you to say no?
rafe leaned against the counter beside you, absentmindedly spinning his truck keys around one finger while watching you talk to the camera. he was focused on his plans with golfing, so he wasn’t paying much attention to what you were saying, only half listening as he reached over and stole the drink out of your hand for a sip.
you laughed, pulling it back. “give it—” you say, watching him drink it. “it’s not even good,” he muttered after swallowing, setting it back in front of you. his disgust settling faintly on his face.
you rolled your eyes dramatically toward the camera. “anyway,” you continued, “my friend picked this one out, so if it’s disgusting, blame him.” you say to the camera, and then silence leaked into the conversation, not from you, but from him.
you noticed it almost immediately. rafe didn’t move, he didn’t even blink at first. it was almost like he was he was freezing to contain himself.
“…fuck you just say?” he asked, his eyes look in at yours. you looked over innocently. “my friend.” you echo, and his eyebrows pulled together into an scowl. “what’d you just call me?” he questioned, and you frowned like you genuinely had no idea what he was talking about. “…my friend?” you repeated.
he stared at you for another second, waiting for you to laugh, but you didn’t. instead, you turned right back toward the camera. “he picked it because he said it’d be good.” you said to the camera, smiling.
“i’m your friend?” he asked again, his voice was flatter now. you looked back again. “yeah.” you say, your face straight and tone nothing but serious.
you were looking at him as if he was crazy and that bit at his patience. “no.” he replied, and you blinked slowly as if you were just trying to piss him off…you were.
“..no?” you echo, and he continues glaring at you. “don’t call me that.” he demand but you let out a confused little laugh. “why?” you ask. “cause i’m not your friend.” he answered and you tilted your head, brows furrowed in confusion.
“yes, you are.” you reply.
he looked at you like you’d just said the dumbest thing he’d ever heard. “…what?” he asked, but not wanting an actual answer. “you’re my friend.” but you gave it anyway.
“no, i’m not.” he defends, shaking his head side to side.
“rafe,” you laughed, “you literally are.” you continue, and his jaw flexed. “no, i literally ain’t.” he corrected, you tilted your head, toying with his patience. “but you are.” you add. he let out a slow breath through his nose, trying very hard to stay patient.
“that’s not what i am.” he says. “then what are you?” you asked, testing even more how far you could take this. he gave you an incredulous look. “…seriously?”
“i mean… you’re my friend.” you said, and silence settled once again. this time, the tension was thick. he looked from you to the phone, then back to you. his irritation was starting to be visible now. “are you hearin’ yourself?”
you frowned. “what?” you asked. “friends?” he quoted you and he scoffed under his breath.
“friends don’t fu—” he stopped himself due to the video, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek before shaking his head. “nevermind.” he mumbled.
you rolled your eyes to smoothly hide your face so you could at least grin from your suppressed laughter. you then looked up at him with the straightest face you could possibly have. “what?” you ask.
“nothing.” he replied, then he looked away for a second, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck before looking back at you. “don’t call me that.” he commanded.
“why are you getting so worked up?” you asked, genuinely selling the confusion. “you are my friend.” you stated, his head tipped back for a second in disbelief. “i’m your boyfriend.” he corrected. “yeah…” you said, dragging the word out.
“…and?” he asked, gesturing his hands as if he wants you to speed up the word and finish the sentence. “…boyfriends are friends.” you state and he let out a dry laugh. “that’s not the point.” he said, getting serious. “i don’t see the problem.” you admit and he stared at you in response. “course you don’t.” he comments, his annoyance finally slipped into his voice.
“you stand there, lookin’ me dead in the face, callin’ me your friend like we’ve just been… hangin’ out.” he describes, his eyes never looking away from your eyes. “we do hang out.” you reply.
he shut his eyes for a brief second. “jesus christ.” he mutters to himself and you smiled sweetly at him in response. “what?” you ask. he points at himself. “i’m your boyfriend.” he corrects and you shake your head side to side. “no, you’re my friend.”
“oh yeah? i’m just your friend, now?” he asked, his tone dripping with dare. you swallow, his eye contact making you nervous. “yes.” you confirm and he stared at you for another long second before snatching up your phone and ending the video.
his thick cock pushes into you in one rough thrust, stretching you so wide you gasp, back arching hard off the mattress as you try to adjust to the sudden fullness. he’s so deep already, buried to the hilt, your walls fluttering around his girth.
“look at me,” he orders, his voice low. you barely manage to focus, eyes glassy, when his hand roughly grabs your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces your face up to meet his intense stare. his hips snap forward again, fucking into you harder, making your tits bounce with every thrust.
“is this what a friend does to you, huh?” rafe questions, eyes filled with tease, his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside you over and over. you’re so full, so overwhelmed, the words stick in your throat. only broken whimpers escape as he keeps pounding into you, the wet sounds of your pussy filling the room.
“answer me,” he demands, tightening his grip on your face, hips never slowing. your back arches sharply again, trying to take him deeper, adjust to how thick he feels splitting you open. your nails dig into his shoulders as you finally grunt out, voice wrecked, “no!”
rafe smirks, satisfied, and leans down to bite at your neck while he fucks you even harder, claiming every inch of you like he’s proving exactly how far from ‘friends’ you really are.
rafe doesn’t let up for a second, his hips slamming into you with punishing force, driving his thick cock so deep your eyes roll back. the wet slap of skin on skin echoes louder as he fucks you harder into the mattress, your legs spread wider around his waist.
“fuckin’ look at you,” he taunts, voice rough and mocking as his hand stays locked on your jaw, forcing your hazy eyes back to his. “so cock drunk on your supposed friend’s dick already. can’t even think straight, can you? just taking it like a good little slut.” he teased.
you try to respond but another brutal thrust knocks the air from your lungs. your back arches even harder, pussy clenching tight around his girth as he grinds against that spot that makes your toes curl. words won’t form, only broken moans and gasps spill out while he rails you.
“such a slutty little thing,” rafe sneers, leaning closer so his breath fans hot against your lips, hips snapping relentlessly. “got a boyfriend waiting somewhere and here you are, legs spread wide open for me. letting your ‘friend’ stretch this pretty pussy out. bet he doesn’t fuck you like this, does he?” he teased again.
you’re shaking under him, overwhelmed, body jolting with every deep stroke. your nails rake down his back but you can’t manage a single sentence, just pathetic whimpers as he pounds you senseless.
he chuckles darkly, thumb brushing your bottom lip before he grips your face tighter. “is this what you want, huh? my attention? my cock ruining you?” he punctuates the question with a particularly hard thrust that makes you cry out, walls fluttering wildly around him. “answer me, baby. tell me this is exactly what that slutty pussy needs.” but you can’t.
you’re too full, too fucked out, only able to moan and arch into him as rafe keeps driving into you without mercy, owning every inch while he teases you mercilessly in that low, filthy voice, dripping with his annoyance he had before toward you.
“you love this, don’t you?” he growls, voice low and taunting, grinding deep before pulling back and slamming in again. “tell me, baby. do you love me? huh?” he asks.
you’re so cock drunk, eyes glassy and unfocused, but you nod repeatedly, fast and desperate, your body jolting with every thrust as broken whimpers spill from your lips. your move closer, trying to take him even deeper, pussy clenching around his girth like you never want him to pull out.
rafe’s smirk, satisfied. he leans in closer, lips brushing yours as he fucks you harder, hips relentless. “yeah? then what are you to me? say it. what the fuck are you to me?” he asked.
you’re gasping, barely able to form words, but the pressure of his cock dragging against your walls forces it out between moans. your voice comes out wrecked and breathy, “you’re not my friend—i love you—” you babble.
the words break off into a loud moan as he rewards you with a particularly deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt and staying there, grinding slow and filthy while he stares down at you with hunger.
“damn right i’m not your fuckin’ friend,” he hisses, finally releasing your jaw only to slide his hand down and wrap it around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin as he starts railing you again.
rafe’s thrusts grow erratic, harder and deeper, his thick cock swelling inside your tight, fluttering walls as he chases his own release, while he stares down at your wrecked face. “gonna fill this slutty pussy up,” he growls, hips snapping forward with punishing force. “bad girls like you don’t get to cum, but i do. take it.” he comments.
you’re shaking, so close, desperately trying to grind up against him, but he pins your hips down with his weight and fucks you even rougher.
your moans turn into broken sobs of pleasure as he buries himself to the hilt one last time, groaning low and filthy as he cums hard inside you. thick, hot spurts flood your pussy, pulsing deep while he grinds through it, making sure every drop stays buried in you.
you clench around him, right on the edge, whimpering and arching, begging with your body for just a little more.
but rafe pulls out slowly, his spent cock dragging against your sensitive walls, leaving you empty and aching. his cum leaks out of your stretched hole as he sits back on his heels, breathing heavy, a cruel smirk on his lips.
“bad girls don’t get to cum,” he says, voice rough and mocking as he watches you squirm. “you wanna joke about me being your friend on your little tiktok shit? then you can stay dripping with my load and unsatisfied like the desperate slut you are.” he stated.
he leans down, pressing a mocking kiss to your forehead while you whine and try to reach for him, thighs trembling.
