rafe pistoned his hips into you, his cock piercing your insides as his balls slapped against your ass.
his pace was brutal, rough and fast causing your tits to bounce with each thrust.
“m-mm to-too big,” you whimpered, hand coming down to push against his abs as he snickered above you.
it was no use, his thrusts seeming to fasten as he gripped your wrist and pinned it to your side.
“or maybe you’re just too small,” he cooed, using his free hand to lift your leg over his shoulder, reaching a whole new angle causing you to cry out in pleasure.
“doing so good for me,” he praised, his cock practically splitting you open, contradicting his soft words, “my good girl.”
you felt the familiar pit in your stomach start to form, eyes rolling back as rafe’s name dropped from your lips, causing your boyfriend’s thrusts to turn sloppy.
“who’s good girl are you?”
you forced yourself to muster out a quiet, “yours,” a smirk forming on rafe’s lips as he felt you come undone.
your leg resting on his shoulder shook violently, eyes screwing shut and mouth falling agap as you released around his length.
his thrusts slowed before he lifted your hips to plunge deeper into you, groans falling from his lips as he came inside of you.
you felt his body lower to rest on top of yours, your leg dropping to the side as he left soft kisses along your neck.
I’m BEGGINGGGGGG can someone PLSSSS make a smut fic of like gangster/thug Rafe??? Like im obsessed with this edit and it made me think of that. BUT IF SOMEONE MAKES IT CAN YALL PLSS TAG ME?! Extra points if its a Black!reader 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾👀
rafe and y/n have been bestfriends for years. but what happens when she has pushed her true feelings to the side, for it all to catch up to her?
AUTHORS NOTE i love when the jealousy goes both ways. there is some assault and uncomfortable touching from a random guy so beware
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going to the party as a fifth wheel had begun to become something i regretted. sarah and kiara were busy with john b and jj during pres and the uber ride, so i couldn't lie and say i wasn't feeling a little alone.
i liked to see my friends have fun though so i didnt complain. i was just hoping this wouldn't translate to the actual party. i'd usually stick around rafe when i had to fifth wheel, if he hadn't had his own girl with him. but this time he did, have his own girl with him that is.
the party was typical. flashing lights, pounding music and drinking games were happening all around the predominantly open planned frat house. immediately the girls and i headed for the drinks in the kitchen as the guys trailed behind us. we indulged in some normal dancing and socialising, then settled into the couch where we people watched.
it had been a bit when rafe entered the house holding hands with ava. sarah, sitting on john b's lap to my right had also noticed his presence and gave him a big smile. he walked around the couches to get to us and greeted everyone from behind.
'good evening everyone, you know ava,' rafe said as he wrapped an arm around her waist.
'little late aren't we?' jj questioned from the love seat adjacent to us.
'better late than never.' rafe retorted, smilling wide.
i turned to look at him as i stood up. 'you guys can take my spot, im going to get another drink. do you guys want anything?'
he took a pause before replying. 'um, sure. im driving though so maybe just a coke or something.'
i nodded. 'ava?'
'yeah anything is fine,' ava said smiling.
ava's always been popular, but i didn't know her that well. we'd crossed paths and talked every now and then since we typically ran throughout the same groups, but we were never close. she was nice from what i've experienced though.
i walked towards the kitchen where a multitude of drinks covered the kitchens island. there were a variety, so i decided to make my own concoction when i felt a presence getting awkwardly close to my side. i waited a beat before turning my head and gave a pointed look to the boy standing uncomfortably close to me.
'do you need something?' i asked.
'just wondering why a pretty girl like you is here all alone.' he slurred, daringly lifting his hand to caress my lower back, and dipping it lower.
'oh? but im not alone.' i deadpanned, stepping back to subtly brush his hand off and walk to the other side of the kitchen to grab drinks for the others.
as i'm doing so, my eyes caught onto rafes across the room. i saw his eyes flicker towards the guy following me and he sent me a raised eyebrow to check in. i grimaced in response.
'really? because i dont see anyone here.' the guy continued to pester. getting bold enough to lay both of his hands on my hips when i bent down to grab some cans from the cooler. i stood up almost immediately.
'the fuck is wrong with you?' i faced him furiously and stormed off to safety with my friends who were still sat on the couches.
rafe, who had been watching the whole ordeal lightly pushed ava off his lap and walked towards me, but straight past. i sent him a questioning look. however i turned around to see that the boy was still following me, and that rafe was confronting him.
'hey dude, leave her alone.' rafe said calmly.
'mind your own business man. she wants me.' the boy has the nerve to reply.
'i don't want you creep.' i interjected.
'see? she doesn't want you.' rafe stated.
sarah came up next to me and asked, 'whats going on?'
'that weirdo was following me around all handsy and stuff.' i informed. i felt her shift uncomfortably and tell john b to come over.
'cmon babe why are you lying? i know you want a piece of this.' the guy continued to say, coming towards me with his hands out. i cringed and took a step back warily.
john b put a hand on the guys chest, 'lay off man.'
and when he attempted to take another step, rafe give him a big shove.
'get the fuck away. she doesn't want you.' rafe barked.
in the corner of my eye i swore i saw ava roll her eyes.
'don't tell me what to do. and she can speak for herself.' the boy replied.
rafe had enough and literally picked the drunk boy up, everyone having to stifle a laugh in reponse. rafe brought him outside and dropped him on the grass, me and a few others following behind.
'go. away.' rafe enunciated.
'fuck off-' rafe interrupted him with a punch to the face.
there was a collective gasp.
'the fuck is going on rafe?' max, the frat president walked out the front door towards the commotion.
'tell this little bitch to get the fuck out of the party, max. and tell him not to touch girls without their permission.' rafe told him, and stormed inside to get to the backyard.
he headed for the firepit, and sat on one of the logs whilst lighting a joint he'd kept in his pocket. i followed him and sat next to him quietly. in the corner of my eye i saw the rest of our friends check in to make sure we were okay, then head back into the house.
'here,' i gave rafe both his and avas drink. 'you didnt have to do that you know. but thankyou.'
i couldn't help but feel a little flutter when rafe stood up for me, but i made sure to push it to the side.
he put the cans on the floor and took a large inhale of the joint.
'rafe youre driving.' i contested against his smoking.
'its alright, ill get one of the guys to take my car and drive me back,' he replied. 'and dont worry about it y/n. guys like that need to be checked, and id do it again in a heartbeat. nobody touches you, okay?'
'i think you need to add 'without your permission' to that last part rafey.' i smiled at him.
he smiled back cheekily and rolled his eyes. 'sure.'
we sat around the firepit for five more minutes just talking.
'alright lets go inside.' i sighed, standing up.
'no, why? lets just stay out here a little longer.' rafe looked up at me, tugging my arm.
'rafe you need to spend some time with ava. you brought her here and its kinda bad youre not with her, and with me instead,' i expressed. 'and the drink i brought her is still with you.'
'lame excuse y/n.'
'whatever. lets go inside.'
as soon as we entered the house we were interupted by luke. he was an occasional hook up of mine who was a junior with rafe.
'hey y/n.' he greeted, nodding at rafe. rafe gave him a tight smile in return.
'hi luke whats up?' i responded.
after some small talk luke offered to get me another drink, and invited me back to his for when the party died down.
'ill have to see about heading back to yours. i came with my friends so i dont want to ditch them. lets hang out now though.' i responded. luke nods, putting a finger up to signal for me to wait while he gets me another drink.
i turn to rafe.
'go to ava. ill stick with luke so dont worry about me. i wont have to 7th wheel now.' i smiled.
'yeah.' rafe said, avoiding eye contact with me. he turned around and quickly walked back to our friends who were stood next to the makeshift dance floor.
ava had been talking to her own friends when rafe hastly interrupted them and passionately gave her a kiss. i couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, so i tore my eyes away. i told myself that it was just the alcohol that made me nauseous.
warnings. SOFT!rafe (i can’t emphasize this enough) fem!reader, fluff fluff & fluff, mentions of sex and slight description of it in beginning, not proofread
word count. 657
rafe let himself slowly pull out of you with a groan, a whimper leaving your lips at the feeling of emptiness.
he let himself trail down your neck before cupping your face and pecking your swollen lips, climbing off the bed as he tossed the covers over your naked body.
rafe and you had a long history of bantering with one another, you being a pogue and rafe being, well, rafe.
but one thing lead to another, and you found yourself trapped under the kook king getting the life pounded out of you.
he was surprisingly softer with you than you had imagined, the word around the island being him having no care for how he treated the girls he slept with.
he didn’t care if you left bruises on their thighs or left them unable to walk for days, the only thing that mattered was getting his dick wet.
but the only thing he left on you were love bites that he made sure to plant delicately on your soft skin.
you watched as he grabbed his boxers from off the ground and left for the bathroom, the sound of water hitting the tile indicating he was starting a shower.
you weren’t a virgin with rafe, you had slept with guys before.
so you weren’t unaware of what happened after.
they would simply either fall asleep, turn to their phones, or get in the shower.
so you let your body calm down for a second before sitting up and scanning the room for your clothes.
when you spotted them, you pushed yourself off the bed with a wince and went to grab your own underwear.
as you slipped them on, going to grab your shirt, you were interrupted by rafe clearing his throat from behind you.
you quickly covered yourself with your arms causing him to laugh, his eyes falling on yours as a small smile etched its way onto his lips.
“nothing i haven’t seen,” he hummed before letting his eyebrows knit together, noticing how you were getting dressed.
“what’re you doing?”
you hesitated for a second, wondering why he was questioning your actions, before shrugging your shoulders.
“im leaving, I assumed you’re getting in the shower.”
“the showers for you,” he said quickly, immediately regretting how sappy he sounded.
your eyes widened as you waited for him to follow it up with something witty.
“like, shower sex?” you asked, causing him to scoff with a dry chuckle.
“no,” he sputtered, confused at why you were acting the way you were, “just so you can relax.”
“you’re acting like we’re a couple,” you giggled, eyes squinted as he rolled his eyes.
“it’s just proper aftercare.”
‘sure,’ he thought, rafe knowing damn well he was pushing himself further into denial.
your giggled trailed off as you gave him a confused smile, wondering what on earth he was talking about.
“after-what?”
“aftercare?” he repeated, almost annoyed, “has no one ever done aftercare with you?”
you hesitated for a second before shaking your head, confused on why this was such a big deal.
his eyes softened as he curled his fingers into a fist, angry at whatever slum discarded you after sex.
he took a moment before coming closer to you, your arms dropping from your chest as he cupped your face.
“can i show you what aftercare is?”
you seemed to melt into his touch, a small smile coming to your face as you shrugged your shoulders.
“okay.”
“yeah?”
you nodded before letting it follow with a giggle, rafe dropping his hands to lead you to the bathroom.
“i like this soft side of you,” you abruptly said, rafe standing behind you as you stripped of your underwear.
‘this isn’t a shower it’s a bath,’ you thought to yourself but stepping in carefully, ‘are those bubbles?’
“tell anyone and you’ll regret it.”
you put your hands up in defense, bubbles sticking to the skin as he grinned down at you.
“oh come on,” you dramatically sighed, moving towards the end of the tub before waving him in.
warnings: language, dom!rafe in beginning, dom!reader/sub!rafe, slight degration, smut MDNI
word count: 0.7k
request: Can you please do a smut with dom/reader and sub/Rafe where reader has been asking to be dom but Rafe kept brushing it off until one day when they’re making out and she brings it up again and he finally gives in
rafe grunted in your ear before spilling inside you, your body shaking from the third orgasm he seemed to pull from you.
as he pulled out, he rolled on his side and propped himself up on his elbow, deep pants leaving his lips.
“that was fucking great,” he mumbled, leaning over to kiss you sweetly as you smiled into him.
“you know what would be ten times more great?” you asked, fingertips dancing on his arm as he hummed in response.
“letting me take control.”
immediately he shook his head, causing you to frown as you pouted—“please, rafey, you never let me.”
“i just don’t see the point,” he shrugged before getting out of bed, walking towards the bathroom completely naked.
‘damn he has a cute butt.’
about a week past before you brought it up again, rafe taking you from behind as he pounded you into the mattress.
“you like that slut?” he spat, pistoning his hips at just the right angle to reach deep inside you, “being my little fuck toy.”
“fuck!” you moaned, letting your head drop to the pillow as you cried into the fabric.
after you both released, you cuddled into his side, his arm wrapping snuggly around your waist as he kissed the top of your head softy.
“ready to take a bath, baby?” he asked, running circles over your exposed waist as you hummed in response.
“speaking of baths,” you mumbled, trailing off with a small smile etched on your lips, “can i be in control some time?”
“how does that relate to baths?” rafe snorted, detaching himself from you before pecking your lips.
“and the answer is no.”
a few days later you and rafe were watching a movie, keyword were.
you were straddling his lap, hands cupping rafe’s face as his own were placed on your hips, his fingertips digging into the skin every time you’d move against him.
your hands made their way to rafe’s hair, tugging ever so slightly causing him to moan into your mouth.
this caused you to perk up, a smirk on your face as you tugged again.
“i want to take control, rafey,” you mumbled against his lips, your fingernails scratching his scalp softly as he peered up at you.
“y/n-”
“rafey,” you whined, your bottom lip pouting as you pulled away—only keeping a few inches between you two.
he seemed to notice the way you sat still on top of him, hating the way you stopped moving your hips and scratching his head.
“fine,” he grunted, smashing his lips back into yours before mumbling against you, “brat.”
you smirked against him once again before pulling away, a frown on his lips as you pushed him back against the couch sofa.
“you’re going to regret that babe,” you cooed, before taking the waistband of his sweats and pulling them down to his thighs, his cock straining painfully against his boxers.
“fuck,” he groaned as you palmed him softly, maintaining eye contact as you dragged your fingertips along his length—a hiss dropping from his lips.
“just hurry up and suck my cock,” he spat, forgetting who was in charge as you tsked softly.
“you’re my bitch tonight, rafe,” you spat back, pulling away before dragging down your pajama shorts—your underwear following quickly.
you took hold of his cock and took it out of his boxers, the instant relief causing rafe to sigh in pleasure as you squeezed him gently.
before he could process what was happening, you lifted yourself up on his lap before sinking down on his length.
“fuck, baby,” he groaned, hands flying to rest on your hips as you quickly smacked him away.
“no touching,” you cooed, a whimper falling from his lips as you started to move up and down.
you were moving at just the right pace, squeezing his cock the way he liked it as you leaned back and held yourself up with his thighs.
“and no touching.”
“what?” he asked, a groaning leaving his lips as you circled your hips around his length, lifting your hips up to let him slip out before sinking back down.
“like i said,” you mumbled, trying to keep your composure as you fucked yourself on your boyfriend, trying to suppress your own whimpers.
“told you to be quiet, babe,” rafe grunted, his hand pushing down on the small of your back as he held you in place.
he had you bent over the bathroom sink, your own hands gripping onto the counter as he sunk into you from behind.
“fucking you so good you just can’t, can you?”
you only nodded in response, the taste of cotton overtaking your tastebuds as you sucked on the panties that were placed shoved into your mouth.
he kept one hand on your back while the other came around to grip at your neck, pulling you back to rest against his chest as he drilled into you roughly.
he panted lowly in your ear, grunts escaping his lips as he whispered naughty things.
“you like being gagged?” he whispered, causing you to moan in response as you felt him reach a deep inside you.
he took your response as a yes, moving his hips frantically to meet your ass, his eyes mesmerized with the way it rippled with each of his thrusts.
