Definitely a jealousy smut! Rafe gets jealous that topper is getting too comfortable with the reader and rafe deals with it using his own ways.
Animosity
Warnings: non-con, jealousy, obsessive behavior, all the triggers
You plopped down on the couch with Topper, engaged in some pointless conversation about the pressures of being him when you feel eyes on you again. You glance up, catching Rafe’s eye from the opposite couch. His blue eyes were glassy and his jaw clenched while he loosely held a glass of scotch to his lips.
You looked back to Topper, who was too busy talking about himself to notice you were distracted. You’d been friends with the Kook boys for a long time. You were into the same things - drugs, girls, and partying. You were almost like another dude in their eyes but Rafe always seemed to glare at you for no reason. He didn’t like you but he pretended he did.
Rafe was very different. He was quiet and reserved when something was bothering him until he couldn’t contain it anymore. Then he’d explode. He’d have random fits of anger and violence then he’d be super chill again. You knew he was having issues at home but he never explained past it being his dad. When he wasn’t troubled, Rafe was tolerable. Maybe even funny and charismatic. But he likes trouble. He liked to stir the pot and create chaos, especially with Pogues. He’d plant little seeds of information then sit back as the drama unfolded.
In moments like these, when it was just the three of you, you were almost nervous. Rafe was unhinged and a loose canon. You never knew what to expect. Would he pick a fight with Topper? Would he start doing lines of coke? This was the Rafe that wasn’t tolerable.
“It’s just so hard sometimes.” Topper’s hand lands on your bare knee, gently squeezing and drawing your attention back to him. His eyes bore into yours, waiting for a response. You opened your mouth when Rafe puts his glass down on the coffee table a little too hard, startling you. You look to Rafe as he pours another scotch before looking back to Topper.
"Jumpy?" Topper asks, his thumb creating circles on the skin of your knee.
"Just tired." You give him a reassuring smile, pulling your knee away from him. Topper's eyes harden and his nostrils flare as he tracks the movement. You know Topper has issues with rejection so you quickly take his hand between both of yours.
"I'm sorry your mom is so hard on you. I wish she saw how hard you try to be good enough for her." You say softly, giving him a smile. Topper visibly relaxes, the attention diverted back to him and he starts to ramble on some more.
You look over, seeing Rafe hunched over with his elbows resting on his knees, his eyes narrowed into slits and locked on yours and Topper's combined hands. You swallow as you carefully release Topper's hand and sit back against the couch. Rafe meets your eyes as he straightens, also leaning back against the couch as he seems to relax. What the hell was his problem?
It's late when Topper finally makes some excuse about needing to get home and you quickly agree, not wanting to be left here alone with Rafe. You start to follow Topper out the door when your wrist is snagged and you're hauled back, the door getting slammed in your face. You turn to face Rafe, craning your neck to look up at the six foot one brunette with your heart in your throat. Anxiety and nerves had you on the verge of throwing up.
"Are you making a move on Topper?" Rafe bites out, tightening his hold on your wrist when you try to pull away. Your back meets the door and he slowly advances on you, his chest grazing yours.
"We're just friends." You fight to keep your voice even. You knew Rafe craved chaos and inflicting fear on others. He craved their submission and their willingness to please him. Rafe demanded control over everything. That's why he hated the Pogues so badly. Yet the only person who he couldn't bend to his will, was his father.
"It didn't look like a friendly conversation." Rafe growls, his red rimmed eyes glared down at you as he pins you to the door.
"I really don't c--." The words don't even leave your mouth before his hand wraps around your throat, tight enough to be a warning but loose enough to let you suck in half a breath. Your body starts to tremble in fear, realizing that you were completely at his mercy. You wouldn't be able to fight him off and no one would be coming to rescue you.
"See, the thing is that you do care. You wanted to see my reactions, that's why you pushed me. You drove me crazy on purpose. You wanted my attention and now you have it. Tell me, are you a whore?"
"Rafe--." You croak, clawing at the hand on your throat but he doesn't budge.
"Are you? Because I've seen you hooking up with more chicks than Topper and I combined. I've watched the way you fuck. You like to be in control and you like to be watched. Is that why you don't hook up with guys? Because you're a whore and guys won't have you?"
"Rafe--." Tears fill your eyes and he shakes you, baring his teeth.
"Answer me!" He shots, startling you to your bones.
"Yes!" You cry, sucking in a breath. "I like making you guys watch. I like making you guys want me and never having me. I don't sleep with guys because I'm afraid you guys will judge me. No ones ever good enough for the Kook King and I'm not a fan of being bullied. Plus I know that you guys are allowed to fuck as many girls as you want without being shamed but the moment a girl sleeps with multiple men, she's a whore." You spat, pushing at Rafe's chest. He smiles, licking his lips as he leans down.
"And what do you think now?" His voice meets your ear, his breath giving you chills. "Did you think you'd weasel your way into my friend group and we'd just accept you? Maybe we wanted someone that was just for us, not someone trying to be us." You flinch when his cock pressed against your stomach through his shorts. He was hard as a rock. And thick. You try to turn away but he doesn't let you and your anger gets the best of you.
"I think you're just a scared little boy afraid he's going to get his toys taken away." His hand tightens around your throat for an instant, alarm bells going off in your head that this was the end. Rafe would kill you. Then his grip loosens and he's dragging you over to the back of the couch.
"You want to know what I do with my toys? I make sure they know they're mine." Rafe holds you by the back of your neck, forcing you to bend over the couch. You kick and lash out but fail to make any contact. Your shorts and thong are all but ripped from your body, baring you to him.
"I'm not yours." You laugh, despite the fear clawing at you from the inside. "You can fuck me but I'll never be yours. Hell, I want you to fuck me. I want to see how angry Rafe Cameron can get." You challenge him and he growls from behind you, slapping your ass. You bite your lip until you taste blood, refusing to give him any satisfaction as he slaps you over and over again.
"I will break you and I will own you.” Rafe growls, his cock suddenly at your entrance. You panic, worrying how badly it would hurt since you hadn't had sex with a guy in so long but also because you weren't in control. He was. And he wanted your submission.
"You can try," You pant, biting back a scream when he slams inside you with one go. It's like being split open with having no prep. You were soaked but he was still too big. He should've eased into it. You were so full, it ached deep in your gut. Your walls pulsed around him and every nerve was on fire, begging for more. Rafe started to laugh and it pissed you off more.
"You are a whore. You're fucking dripping and clinching to my cock." Rafe keeps one hand on the back of your neck, the other finding the center of your back as he starts to rotate his hips, stretching you. Your eyes flutter closed but you refuse to make a sound.
"This pussy is nice and tight. Maybe I will keep you around. I could get used to this." Rafe pulls out half way before slamming back in, making you gasp with the intrusion.
"Go ahead. I'll just fuck Topper next. Then Kelc." You bite out, trying to ignore how fucking good he felt inside you. Especially when he growled angry and started to pound into you as hard as he could. The couch started to scoot and you had to cling to the cushions. You couldn’t hold back the sounds that flew from you mouth, the way your body ignited as you came, or the deep satisfaction from taking the control from Rafe.
You think it’s over when his thumb suddenly probes your untouched entrance and you freeze, fighting to remain standing.
“Rafe—?” You try to stand upright but he doesn’t let you, his cock still buried deep inside you while his thumb presses against your ass.
“I think I want this hole instead.”
“No, Rafe, please.” You start to panic. His thumb presses harder and you sob at the burning pain. It felt like splitting fire.
“Why shouldn’t I? Give me a reason.” Rafe spits and you gasp in disgust as he presses harder against your opening.
“I-Ill do it. Whatever you want, I’ll do it.” You plead, trying to tilt your hips towards the couch but it doesn’t help. It only makes his cock feel deeper.
“Convince me. You can do better.” His thumb presses harder and I squeal, trying to climb over the back of the couch but he presses an arm down across my back, bending me in place.
“Okay, okay! You win! I’ll do whatever you want, when you want. I won’t flirt with Topper or Kelc.”
“And?”
“What else is there?!”
“Say, that I own you until I decide I don’t.”
“Fine. You own me. I’m yours for the taking.” You mutter with an eye roll, your legs trembling.
“Good. Was that so hard?” You resist the urge to tell him to shut up. To go to hell. To fuck right the hell off. But his finger retreats, along with his threat, and he pulls out completely, spinning you around and forcing you to your knees.
“Open up. I want to paint that pretty face. Get used to being down there. I don’t plan on letting you cum until I’m satisfied and convinced you know your place.”
