Older Johnny Lawrence X Reader

Hawk x Reader *SMUT*

Warnings: Smut, hate sex with hawk.

A Burning Passion

Oh how you hated him, your body burned with the fire and rage of how much you hated the new and 'improved' Hawk. Every inch of you despised the young teenage boy. As did he, he also loathed every part of you. He hated you with a burning passion, or so he taught himself to hate you.

Though you hated him, your body craved him, your body called for him, your body begged him to do all unholy things to you. You hated him for that. You hated being so vulnerable for another, it was so annoying for you.

You were mostly so angry at your body for wanting to taste him, feel him, oh how badly you wanted him inside you. This is how crazy and mad he made you, and it was just about the last straw for you.

Hawk could say himself of how much he hated you, your snarky remarks and comments. But oh- your beautiful body, made him hate you less and himself more for taking such a mad liking to you.

Wouldn't you know it the universe just so happened to have you both join the same dojo, not only did he annoy you inside of school; but outside of school too. Oh it was so tempting to swipe that annoying smirk off his face, but every time he called you princess, oh you melted and withered by his feet. Though you didn't show it to him, you could tell he knew it.

  A loud 'Quiet!' comes from sensei Lawrence as everybody's chatters immediately fall silent. Your day dreaming beginning to fade out as reality strikes you once again. You couldn't help but look at Hawk, it was a usual thing you would find yourself doing.

  You would check him out in his gi before starting a match with another cobra Kai. I guess he could sense someone staring at him so his eyes immediately met yours, you quickly looked back at sensei but you could tell he knew you were looking at him by the side smirk that slid across his face.

  "Today we're going to be doing matches, Hawk and Y/n; you're up first" Sensei says, your eyes internally widen as you look over at hawk to see him stepping his place on the mat with a sinister smirk.

  You clear your throat and place yourself in your spot on the mat in front of him, Miguel puts the flag up before quickly throwing it down "fight!" He yells as we get into our stances.

  "You're going down princess" He smirks as he trips you with his leg and pins you to the ground, earning him a point.

  "Point! Hawk" Miguel yells out, scoring the board.

  You both get back into stance before you land a kick in with your leg, catching him off guard as you trip both of his legs, pinning him down on the mat "I wouldn't be so sure about that 'princess'" You mock, with your own satisfied smirk.

  Hawk grits his teeth together as he glares up at you, "Point! L/n" Miguel adds your point to the score board as you and Hawk get back into your places.

  "You're gonna regret that 'Princess'" He says emphasizing the 'princess' with more venom and hate in his voice.

  Something about that catches you off guard as he lands a kick to your side and pins you down so your front is smushed up against the mat, he uses his hand to keep your back pinned and straddles half of your body with just one knee, he leans down to your ear "told you" he whispers sending chills down your spine causing you to get goosebumps, your body leaning into him to which he notices and chuckles before freeing you.

  You stand back up as the other point goes to Hawk, you started to not only get frustrated; but sexually frustrated. Your chest was heaving up and down as sweat started dripping down your neck and to your chest causing hawk to follow the movements, getting distracted by your chest letting you land a punch on him, roundhouse kicking his side and pinning his arms behind his back.

  "What? Loosing focus babe" You sharply finish, gritting your teeth as your lips hover over his neck causing him to gulp.

  "Point! L/n" Miguel yells placing your point on the board as you forcefully push hawk off of you.

  "Last person to get this point, wins" Sensei says with a harsh nod.

  Hawk lands a kick to your side to which you block, grabbing his leg and twisting it; pulling him closer to you before letting him go. Hawk almost growls like as he lunges for you landing punches left and right so fast you almost didn't make the blocks.

  You bend on your hand and knock him over, straddling his waist and pinning his hands over his head. Both of your chests heaving with sweat pouring off your body's.

  Johnny congratulates you on your win, everybody else claps along with him as Hawk forcefully pushes you off of him causing you to stumble back only slightly. He curses under his breath as he walks away, leaving you with your own bundle of thoughts.

You scoffed at his actions before angrily throwing yourself up from the floor but not before sending a smirk towards Hawk on your way back to your spot causing him to scoff and bite his lip annoyedly.

You smile, half way proud of yourself on your win and will to anger Hawk more. "Alright, take a 10 minute break everyone" Johnny says as he walks to his office, with Miguel following.

Everyone sprawls out to their original break seats with their friends, it just so happened that you and Hawk had the same friend group. That being Aisha, Miguel, and Tory who wasn't absent today because of her mom.

Miguel comes back from Johnny's office as you both walk towards Hawk and Aisha, Hawks eyes almost immediately find yours causing him to scoff as you sit in front of him and beside Aisha and Miguel.

"Do you really have to sit here?" He asks rudely.

"Well of course I do darlin" You playfully tease in a country accent, causing him to roll his eyes annoyed by your antics.

"Oh come on guys, can't you for once stop hating each other" Aisha says sincerely.

"Never." Hawk harshly says as he throws daggers your way, his piercing eyes looking through your soul; only slightly making your heart leap a few inches.

You throw your hand up, his way "see there's your answer" You half agree.

Only if he knew the truth. Only if they all knew the truth.

Though out of the corner of your eye you could see hawk admiring you, and for the first time that actually made you confused on his true feelings for you. Using this to your advantage to hopefully get what you wanted, you purposely lean back on your elbows pressing your chest up; the gi slipping from your chest a little.

Only Hawk noticed as Aisha and Miguel started up a conversation on what to get Sam for their one month anniversary. Hawks eyes widened slight as his lips parted, his eyes following your movements; still gazing at your chest though.

Finally you decide to make yourself known, that you had caught him. You look at his eyes causing him to meet yours, his whole body freezing as he knew you seen him. You raise an eyebrow at him in 'question' as your lips turn into a tight side smile.

Noticeably he catches on and scoffs looking away, running his tongue over the edge of his lip. You noticeably bite your lip out of habit as your eyes focus on his lips, before trailing down his body and to the slight bulge in his white gi.

Luckily for him the gi was a little big on his waist so it wouldn't be noticeable unless you tightened the gi. Soon Johnny rushes out of the office in frantic, alerting us all that he had somewhere to be.

You rush up to check on him as he walks out the door, you high on his heels "Sensei, is there anything I can do?" You question in an attempt to be helpful as Hawk walks up beside you.

In a rush Johnny hands you the dojo keys, "you and Hawk close up, and please if you don't mind put the mats and stuff up for me" You give him a gentle nod as he rushes in his firebird, but not before giving a second glance as some of the students start leaving already.

Soon almost everyone is gone except for Miguel and Aisha, they walk up to you both "I wonder what that was about" Aisha says as every shakes their head clueless.

"Well we're going to wing stop, wanna come?" Miguel offers, you look at Hawk as you jingle the keys in your hand.

"We'd love to but we're gonna clean up the dojo... so we'll meet you there afterwards?" You question, Miguel nods as Sam pulls up and lets them both in.

Once they drive off you walk back into the building, not bothering to leave the door open for Hawk as you place the keys on a random shelf. "You're so unbelievable" Hawk scoffs as he walks through the doors, already folding some of the mats.

"I'm unbelievable? Then what does that make you?" You scoff as you fold up the other half of the mats, following Hawk into the back room.

Throwing them down to the side Hawk turns to you "oh come on, don't tell me you didn't know what you were doing in there!" He raises his voice as you smirk.

"Oh don't tell me you didn't enjoy it, because your friend say other wise" You point downwards as you place a hand on your hip.

He lets out a growl as he walks towards you, forcefully pushing you against the wall; resting his hand on your arm firmly. You let out a slight gasp as his eyes squint from anger, your breath slowly getting heavier as you lean into his touch; Hawk doesn't realize it yet though.

"You are so f*cking difficult Y/n" He says your name with such hate as he pushes you harder into the wall, his flame covered eyes staring daggers into your soul.

  You breath hitches as you feel yourself becoming very turned on, Hawk eyes you for a second before it downed on him. You were horny. A smirk plays on his face as he knows he's got you wrapped around his finger.

  "You know Y/n, if you wanted me you should've just said something" He laughs, as he brings a hand to your cheek, lightly stroking your cherry red cheeks.

  "I-I don't want you" You stammer, trying to deny him. Key word; trying.

  "Oh yeah, what would you do if I did this" He says as his hand drops to your middle untying the waist part of your gi before running his hand over your stomach, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin and a very light moan to release from your lips from the contact of his skin on yours.

  Your eyes turn to a pleading look before you snap out of it and push him away from you, he stumbles back "don't touch me" you glare.

  Hawk smirks as you tie back your gi with a huff, "oh come on princess, don't fight it" He walks closer to you, this time you let him as he puts his hand on the wall behind you.

  Your eyes trail down to his lips before looking back up at his eyes, "just say the word" His eyes trail to your lips as he starts to lean closer, teasingly slow.

  "Please..." You beg, barley above a whisper.

  Hawk smirks as he connects his lips with yours, closing the gap between you he puts his hand on your cheek as you place your hand on the back of his neck, desperately pulling him closer to your body.

  Hawk tries to deepen the kiss but you deny it, he gets more desperate as he grips your thighs and carries you over to a smallish table in the corner of the room, he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth as you had parted your lips lightly.

  You start untying his gi, as your legs spread for him before wrapping around his waist. He breaks the kiss with a smirk as he looks down "look at you, already spreading your legs for me" He laughs as he places a hand on your thigh.

  Your eyebrow raises in anger "shut the f*ck up" You lightly push his shoulder, he couldn't tell if you were serious, but neither could you; he finally decided on a decision which meant you were very serious.

  His laughing demeanor changes as his face holds more of an angry expression from your attitude, he forcefully undoes the knot on your gi pulling it down your middle to be met with your white lace bra.

  You gasp at the sudden action but let out a little moan as he leans down to kiss your neck, forcefully he grabs your hair that's in a ponytail and yanks it back, his lips still hovering over your neck.

  "You won't talk to me like that princess" He growls out as he wraps his hand around your throat, you were so turned on by his actions as you started grinding your hips against his bulge becoming needy.

  You let out a far fetched whine when he holds your hips down, stopping you from moving. "So desperate, don't worry princess.. I'll make sure you cum... eventually" He smirks darkly as he lifts your waist up so he could pull your gi down along with your underwear in one go.

  You let out a hiss as the cold air hits you, Hawk looks down as he runs a finger over your glistening pussy... already so wet. He gathers wetness from your entrance before bringing it back up to your clit, creating slow circles with the pads of his fingers as you let out a couple of moans already.

You felt a burning sensation in your clit that meant you would be close to cumming soon, the burning only made it better as your head rested against his shoulder and your eyes rolled in the back of your head as he slowed down and sped up until he removed all touch from your needy body.

You groan at his actions, "hawk if you don't stop playing around and just f*ck me I will make you regret it" You scoff, unknown confidence coming from some where.

"Easy princess, don't worry... I am going to fuck you" He whispers huskily into your ear, nipping at your neck leaving little red bites.

Hawk starts to untie his own gi as he lets it fall down, his pale skin and lightly toned abs now ashore as he throws his gi with your pile of clothes. He's only left in his boxers for a second or two before he slips those off too.

His hard cock slapping against his toned stomach causing him to let out a groan at the cool air, quickly you jump down and get on your knees. You had waited long enough to taste him and now that you had him in your grasp you weren't turning it down.

His eyes widen slightly as his hand automatically goes to your now low ponytail as you grab onto his length slowly pumping his veiny cock. The tip of his cock was a deep red while the base of his cock showed deep blue veins as pre cum starts dripping from the tip to the base.

You practically drool as you fasten your pace with your strokes before running your tongue around his tip, his hands fall to your bra clip trying to fiddle with the clip, groaning once he couldn't get it.

You mentally smirk as you move your hands to your back, sucking on his tip before going all the way down, balls deep with no hands as you tug your bra off, your perky breasts being now free as your nipples harden.

"F*ck princess" Hawk moans at the sight of you using no hands as you gag on his cock.

"If I had known this mouth would've been good for anything other than talking we would've done this awhile ago" He smirks as he tugs at your hair.

You start sucking inwards, now becoming greedy with how fast or slow you suck him off. His head falls back as his hips start jutting into your mouth.

With a pop you let his cock fall out of your mouth and stand up bending over the table, but not before getting to see his angry expression when you stopped sucking him off.

He gets the memo as he comes up behind you, gripping your waist he spreads your thighs further apart so he could get a better view. He bends down to kiss your back before going to your neck "it this okay?" He asks as the tip of his cock points to the entrance of your pussy.

You nod eagerly as he finally bottoms out and stuffs his whole cock into you, only letting you adjust to his size for a minute as he starts full on pounding into you, moans fall out of your mouth constantly as he keeps hitting the best spots in you.

"Your so tight princess, Damn~" Hawk moans out as he lifts your right leg so it's resting on the table, hitting your g-spot straight on because of the new angle causing you to cry out in pleasure.

"You know all these years I thought you hated me... turns out you were only sexually frustrated" He laughs as his grip tightens on your waist.

"F*ck you" You hiss out, a moan slipping past your lips.

He chuckles "you are... well more like I'm f*cking you princess" He teases as he thrusts purposefully deep into your wet pussy.

His thrust seem to deepen even more which really surprises you seeing how so much deep he already is as the room starts to fog up slightly from the tension and sexual actions, the room smelling like sex as your boobs bounce with every thrust, your nipples only hardening more as they rub against the textured small table causing you to moan out.

The pit of your stomach starts burning as you feel your high approaching, as does Hawk when his cock starts twitching inside of you; indicating that he was indeed close to his high.

"You close?" He hums as your pussy starts clenching around his cock, only making him closer to his high.

"Mhm!" You moan out desperately as your answer as you grip onto the edge of the table.

The knot starts to get unbearably tight as his thrusts fasten, soon that knot snaps. Your core clenches against his cock as you cum around him, his cock twitching when he starts to pull out.

"Cum in me Hawk" You moan out desperately as he starts jerking his length off to get him there still breathing heavily.

"Are you sure princess" He moans as he continues to jerk himself off, you nod rapidly knowing you were already on the monthly shot which worked better than the pill.

He stuffs his cock back into your pussy, moaning once he cums inside of you. The warm liquid filling your insides up as your mouth falls open, eyes rolling back into your head... it felt so good~

"Y/n..." he moans out as his hips still from overstimulation, his nails digging against your back leaning red marks with each drag.

And they say only girls give scratches~

He pulls out of you as he watches his cum slowly fall out of your wrecked pussy, both of your breathing seized down as you both rested for a second from the previous activities.

You turn around grabbing your clothes and slipping them on in silence as does Hawk, not a word said between you for a couple minutes.

"So uh- what was that?" Hawk asked, as a lump forms in the back of his throat, waiting for your answer.

"It was just sex... nothing more" You state, and as soon as it leaves your lips you regret it.

Hawk scoffs "really? Just sex." He squints his eyes in anger as you hesitantly nod.

"Yeah. We hate each other, remember" You put your hand on your hip.

Hawk scoffs as he turns to look at the side, "alright, it was just a fuck." He says plainly as he angrily walks out of the dojo.

Shit.

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Here’s a lil something to cure your boredom ;)

NSFW Alphabet: Hawk/Eli

Warnings: Mentions of smut!

NSFW Alphabet: Hawk/Eli

A= Aftercare (What he's like after sex) Hawk is pretty good with aftercare, he makes sure that you're okay. His exterior expression turns hard and tuff to caring and loving real quick, who does he think he's kidding he is a complete Teddy bear inside.

B= Body Part (His favorite body part of yours) Oh god he loves your mid waist, he loves leaving hickeys there so your parents can't see them unless your going swimming, he loves holding onto your waist when he goes down on you, he also loves gripping onto your waist while he fucks you senseless.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum basically) He loves to cum on your chest, he loves seeing his cum cover all over your perky breasts dripping onto your sides and stomach claiming you as his. He also loves when he cums in your mouth, watching you swallow his load.

D= Dirty Secret (Hawk's dirty secret) One time when you were sleeping he woke up completely hot and bothered from a wet dream so he got up and walked over to the chair in your room and slowly jerked off to the thought of you, you actually caught him but never told him, it kinda turned you on to be honest.

E= Experience (How experienced is Hawk) He's got some experience from watching porn and his imagination, so it's not hard for him to play out all of his thoughts and desires while making you feel like you're on top of the world.

F= Favorite Position (His favorite position) He loves to fuck you while you're on your side with your leg over his shoulder staring into each others eyes, he hits your spots more deeper and it makes both of your eyes roll back.

G= Goofy (Is he goofy during sex) Yeah he likes to goof around during sex, most times when he says something that doesn't make sense while your giving him the time of his life he'll usually chuckle as will you but you'll carry on like nothing happened, then you'll laugh about it afterwards.

H= Hair (Does the carpet match the drapes) It does, but he keeps it clean and slightly trimmed.

I= Intimacy (How romantic is Hawk during the moment) Hawk can be pretty romantic when during sex most of the times on birthdays, and anniversary or something like that.

J= Jack Off (Masturbation) Hawk jacks off sometimes and when he does he'll be in the middle of jerking off and he will call you moaning and whimpering on purpose so you'll come over and help him because he knows you're a whore for when he whimpers. Cheeky bish.

K= Kink (How kinky is Hawk) Hawk can be kinky, he mostly just dicks you down really rough and fast. But he loves trying every position there is and he loves light chocking and he loves to tie your arms up if you're willing.

L= Location (Favorite places to do the do) His favorite place by far was in his closet while his cobra Kai friends were playing video games and screaming at his T.V. He doesn't know why he likes it so much, but he guessed it was because he had to watch you try to be quite when you came around him.

M= Motivation (What gets Hawk going) When you wear bikinis while at a pool party and your slowly smooth your body into the water soaking your hair, sometimes he can see your perky nipples through your top, no wonder he persuaded you to buy a white bikini top. But you in general can get this mans hot and bothered.

N= No (A turn off, something Hawk would never do) He would never hurt you or choke you to hard or do anything on purpose that would hurt you.

O= Oral (His preference in giving and receiving) Lets be honest he loves receiving, he loves watching your lips tighten around his cock and the way you suck his tip and edge him on, but he does love going down on you, he loves the way you moan when he teases you and fingers you while eating you out.

P= Pace (Is he fast and rough, slow and sensual; etc) Hawk is pretty rough with his motions, he can make love to you in slow motions but you both prefer fucking most of the times over making love.

Q= Quickie (Hawk's opinion in quickies/fast and rushed sex) He doesn't mind them, he likes to have quickies when you both absolutely cant wait until you get home or in the car so you'll have them during lunch or class breaks.

R= Risk (Does he like to take risks) Sure, he doesn't mind taking risks. He does like to fuck you in the janitors closet in school if you both cat contain yourselves.

S= Stamina (How long can he go for, and how long does he last) He can go a full 2 rounds of 1 hour, he can cum in thirty minutes tops and he can make you cum in twenty, sometimes ten. When using foreplay it takes about 4 hours for the whole thing, without it about 2 hours.

T= Toy (Does he like to use toys) Not really, his cock pretty much does the job. But you both experienced with your vibrator, lets just say you'll be using that more often.

U= Unfair (How much does he like to tease, does he tease) Hawk is a massive tease, he likes to watch you suffer and for you to be soaking wet before entering you. He will always edge you on during fingering or eating you out.

V= Volume (How loud is Hawk during the moment) Hawk has a big ego so he doesn't whimper unless you ride him or go down on him or he hits your special spot so deep in you. But he does the occasional moans your name in your ear and groaning.

W= Wild Card (Random head-con for Hawk) Hawk has a healthy obsession with your moans, it's like music to his ears hearing your whimpers and moans spill out like a sea of words.

X= X- Ray (Lets see what's going on in them pants shall we) A solid 7 inches.

Y= Yearning (How high is Hawk's sex drive) His sex drive is high but not annoyingly high to where he wants to fuck you for 8 hours straight every morning and night.

Z= Zzzzz (How fast does Hawk fall asleep afterwards) Hawk sometimes has trouble sleeping as thoughts will cloud his thoughts so you'll both stay up and eat or watch movies after cuddling for an hour.

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Here’s another!

Jonathan Brandis Edit

A/n: this is for @peachymelon69 I hope you like!

You guys can also request small edits for people like in the 90s/80s + cobra Kai, Johnny Cade, karate kid, and I will do them!

a/n: mdni. saw this post and knew i had to write a fanfic about needy bully!rafe. all credits go to @shawtycoreee and the post that inspired it all!

you never expected to find yourself back here—at rafe cameron’s house, ready to apologize. you had turned him down brutally in front of everyone, and it should’ve felt good to put him in his place. after all, he was a bully—arrogant, cold, and always making life hard for you. but when you saw the look in his eyes after you rejected him, something shifted. it wasn’t just anger or frustration; it was something that looked... broken.

the guilt had gnawed at you, leaving you feeling uneasy, so you found yourself standing at his door. it was already open, like he had left it for you. stepping inside, you called softly, “rafe?” no response.

you moved deeper into the house, making your way up the stairs until you stood in front of his slightly open bedroom door. then you heard it—a soft, choked sound, like someone trying to cry quietly. you hesitated, then slowly pushed the door open.

your breath caught at the sight in front of you. rafe, sitting on his bed, shirtless, his broad shoulders shaking as he whimpered softly. his hand was under the covers, gripping himself as his body trembled, and with each movement, a desperate sob escaped his lips.

“fuck... why... why doesn’t she want me?” he whispered, his voice raw. “i just wanted her...”

you froze. the rafe you knew was always so composed, so ruthless, and now he was crumbling. the sight of him in this state—crying, trembling, aching for you—did something to you. you were supposed to be here to apologize, to make things right. but this... this was unexpected.

you stepped into the room without thinking, your voice quiet. “rafe?”

his head snapped up, panic flashing in his tear-filled eyes. his whole body jerked as he tried to cover himself, yanking the blankets up, but his hand was still wrapped around his cock, red and leaking from the intensity of his frustration.

“fuck—go away!” he rasped, his voice thick with tears. “don’t... don’t look at me like this.” but his voice broke at the end, and another sob shook his body, despite his attempts to control it.

“rafe,” you whispered, stepping closer. you didn’t know what to say. he looked so fragile, so completely unlike the boy who had tormented you. his face was streaked with tears, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath, his eyes glassy and desperate. “i... i’m sorry.”

his breath hitched, and he wiped at his face roughly with the back of his hand, trying to hide how much he was falling apart. “you don’t get it,” he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. “you fucking destroyed me. you didn’t even care.”

the words hit you hard, and you sat down beside him on the bed, feeling the tension in the air between you. “i didn’t know,” you said softly, reaching out to gently touch his arm. he flinched but didn’t pull away. “i didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“but you did,” he cried, his voice breaking as another sob tore through him. “i’ve... i’ve wanted you for so long. i couldn’t fucking breathe when you said no.”

your heart clenched at the raw pain in his voice. rafe cameron, the boy who always seemed so untouchable, was sobbing because of you. your fingers moved to brush away the tears on his face, and his eyes fluttered closed at the soft touch, his whole body trembling under your fingertips.

“please, i didn’t mean it,” you whispered, leaning in closer, your lips brushing his ear. “i’m so sorry.”

his breath hitched again, and he let out a soft, broken whimper. “you... you don’t understand,” he whispered, his voice hoarse from crying. “i’ve needed you... i’ve needed you for so fucking long. it hurts. everything fucking hurts.”

your hand moved down his chest, feeling his muscles tense under your touch, and you could feel the heat radiating from him. “i didn’t know,” you murmured, your voice low and soothing, your fingers trailing lower until you found him—hard, throbbing, and leaking with need. “let me make it better.”

rafe gasped, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as your hand wrapped around his cock. “fuck,” he whimpered, tears spilling down his cheeks again. “please, don’t... don’t stop...”

you kissed his cheek gently, tasting the salt of his tears. “i’m here,” you whispered against his skin, your hand moving slowly, deliberately. “i didn’t mean to make you feel like this.”

“i... i thought you hated me,” he cried, his voice trembling as his hips bucked into your hand. his hands were gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles were white, his body shaking as more tears slipped from his eyes. “i couldn’t... i didn’t know what to do. i need you, please...”

you pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, your thumb gently swiping over the tip of his cock, making him moan. “i don’t hate you, rafe,” you murmured, your lips brushing against his. “i just didn’t know you felt this way.”

he let out a broken sob, his head falling back against the headboard as he tried to stifle the cries that kept slipping from his lips. “i’ve wanted you for so long... i’ve needed you for so fucking long...”

“shh,” you whispered, kissing his jawline, his neck, his tear-streaked face. “i’m here now. i’m not going anywhere.”

his breath came in uneven gasps, his whole body trembling as you quickened your pace, your hand sliding up and down his length. “i... i don’t deserve this,” he whimpered, his voice thick with tears. “but i... i need you so bad...”

“it’s okay,” you murmured softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “let go, rafe. i’m here.”

his breath hitched again, his entire body tensing as he teetered on the edge of release. “please,” he sobbed, his voice cracking. “don’t stop... i’m so close...”

you smiled against his skin, your hand working him faster, harder, until his hips jerked up and he let out a choked cry, tears streaming down his face as he came hard, his body shuddering with the intensity of it. “fuck!” he sobbed, his chest heaving, his cock pulsing in your hand as he spilled over your fingers.

you kissed him gently, brushing your lips against his trembling mouth as he came down from his high. “you’re okay,” you whispered, wiping away the tears still streaming down his face. “i’ve got you.”

rafe let out a broken, shuddering breath, his arms wrapping around you as he buried his face in your neck, sobbing softly into your skin. “thank you,” he whimpered, his voice raw and hoarse. “thank you...”

and in that moment, as he cried softly against you, you realized that this was a side of rafe cameron that no one had ever seen—a side that only you had the power to break... and the power to fix.

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Yassss omg I so wanna write for Milo!! Ugh— lmk if you have any ideas you want me to write for him 😩

season 2 rafe confronts pogue!reader about the gold…

cw: rafe kidnaps reader, gun play, mention of orgasm.. ending is vague on purpose. let ur imagination decide what happens next | MDNI 18+

“you-you want me to believe that line of shit? about how you can’t find the gold?” rafe was standing in front of you with a pistol pointed right at your chest.

he’d seen you about an hour ago when you were trying to take a nice, evening jog. you’d stupidly had your music up too loud and hadn’t heard his truck’s engine. before you knew it, rafe’s big arms were wrapped around you as he drug you backwards to his truck.

“let me go! rafe! what the fuck are you doing? let me go! let me go!” you kicked and screamed as he tightened his hold and continued walking.

“shut up!” he yelled as he threw his back door open and put you inside. despite your fighting, he managed to buckle your seatbelt and turn the child lock on.

“rafe! fucking let me out!” you struggled as you tried to climb into the front seat. “rafe!”

“i’m sorry.” he grunted as he slung his gun back, pistol whipping you so hard your body went limp against his leather seat.

“i don’t know what to tell you, rafe! they hid it and didn’t tell me where! what else do you want me to say?” you pulled at the ropes he’d tied around your wrists and legs. you were in the dining room at tannyhill, bound to one of the expensive chairs.

“you pogues are unbelievable.” he spat as he walked closer to you. your breath hitched when the cool metal of his gun came in contact with your temple. “i mean i-i got a gun to your head and you still won’t fess up.” he tsks as he drags the gun down the side of your face to your jaw, pressing it in slightly.

you pray he won’t notice your trembling thighs squeezing together. you’re internally kicking yourself for being turned on in a moment like this, but it’s not like you can help it. you’re just a girl, after all. you whimper and whine as the gun presses further into your skin.

“rafe, i-i don’t know. i’m sorry.” you try to avoid his gaze but he’s too quick. the second you look down, he’s using the gun to turn your eyes back towards him. you gasp when he presses the tip into your throat.

rafe’s jaw clenches and his grip tightens on his pistol as he glares at you. slowly, he drags the gun down your neck to your chest. your toes curl as you try not to show any sign of, well, anything. you try to remain as stoic as you can but it’s proving to be harder and harder as he continues to drag his gun down your body.

“you don’t know, huh? you don’t know.” he lets out a humorless laugh and shakes his head as the gun gets closer to the waistband of your leggings. “you fuckin’ know.. and-and you’re going to tell me. you understand? i got all night, sweetheart.”

rafe’s eyes lock with yours as the barrel moves lower, now resting on your mound. the tension is thick between you as rafe slides the gun in between your legs, pressing the cool metal against your clothed heat. his ears perk up when you whimper. the sweet sound causing a smirk to grow on his face as he slowly moves the gun back and forth.

“oh? little pogue likes feeling the gun on her pussy, huh?” you try to squeeze your legs together, but it’s no use. “no, no, don’t push me away now.” rafe continued to slide the weapon over your cunt, making you whine. “how about this..” he leaned in until his mouth was against the shell of your ear. “i’m gonna give you what you want, but only if you give me what i want in return. ‘s that sound fair?”

his eyebrows furrowed when you shook your head. “no?”

“i-this isn’t what i want.” you swallow thickly and look up at him. his eyes widen in amusement and he moves the gun, laughing at the wet spot on your leggings.

“it’s not? so-so you’re just always soakin’ wet?” you try to protest but rafe shakes his head. “you don’t gotta lie to me, okay? you’re so wet right now it’s practically dripping on the fuckin’ floor.” you tense up when the barrel of his gun is nearly pushing into you. you betray yourself by letting out a quiet moan as he slowly rubs against your pussy with his gun.

“mmm, i knew it. c’mon little pogue. let me make you feel good, yeah?” your eyes nearly roll back as rafe picks up his pace. you shake your head and squeeze your eyes shut to prevent the incoming tears from spilling over.

“you’re close, huh? i can tell by the way you keep tensing up.” you stay silent, but rafe doesn’t care. he continues taunting and teasing you. he’s right, but you’d never tell him that. you continue to sit there in silence as rafe’s eyes bore into you.

rafe notices your legs begin to tremble and smirks to himself. just as you’re about to go over the edge, he snatches the gun away and clicks the safety off before pointing it at your forehead.

the overwhelming feeling of pain, pleasure, and fear triggers your orgasm and you cum with a loud cry. tears are running down your face and your entire body is shaking as your climax washes over you.

rafe watches the entire thing with wide eyes and a cock so hard it aches and throbs against his khaki pants.

“fuckin’ pogues. so pathetic.” rafe snarls.

his voice is the last thing you hear before everything goes black.

happy birthday, baby (part one: birthday girl)

(boyfriend!rafe x girlfriend!reader two-shot)

summary it's your first birthday as rafe's girlfriend, and he's desperate to show you just how special you are to him...

content fluff! smut! 18+ minors do not interact!

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“It’s too much, Rafe!”

The pile of presents in front of you is outrageous. Bows and bags and big, meticulously wrapped packages.

“Never too much for my girl,” he stands back, beaming as he watches you take in the display with your mouth agape.

“I don’t even know which one to open first,” you muse.

“Any of ‘em. Just not,” he steps forward and plucks one bag from the pile, “this one. This one’s for last.”

You eye him suspiciously as he sets the bag on the kitchen counter, out of reach. 

“What surprises do you have planned, Cameron?”

“If I told you,” he smiles, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your torso, “then they wouldn’t be surprises. Now pick a present or we’re gonna be here all day.”

“Excuse me, I will not be rushed on my birthday,” you say defiantly.

“Not rushing you,” he drops a kiss on your shoulder, “just got a lot of shit planned for ya, I don’t want to waste any time,” he clarifies.

“There’s more?” You turn in his grasp, eyes wide.

He’d already woken you up with breakfast in bed, and an adorably off-key, groggy voiced rendition of ‘Happy Birthday.’ His bedroom was full of flowers and balloons, including two big pink ones displaying your new age. After you ate the fluffiest pancakes you’d ever had in your life, he slipped a heavy diamond necklace around your neck, kissing your shoulders as he clasped it. Giving him a million thank you kisses, you told him you loved your present, and he chuckled, leading you to the kitchen to the mountain of additional presents you’re now ogling.

“So much more. I’ve got a whole day planned for you, so let’s get to it,” he said with a quick tap on your ass, making you giggle.

“Okay, okay! I want…that one,” you point to the largest package in the back of the pile, “‘cause it’s big.”

“Huh, where have I heard that before?” He pretends to think, a smug smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

You roll your eyes, shoving him back by his shoulder and scoffing, “you’re on another one today, I swear.”

“Just excited to celebrate you,” he grins, placing a quick kiss on your cheek before pulling the biggest present out of the pile.

You sit in one of his dining chairs, opening present after present, each one delighting you more than the last. Flashy and expensive; a new bag, two pairs of shoes that have been on your wishlist forever, jewelry until you’re dripping in diamonds and precious gems. Sweet and sentimental; a printed album of all your instagram posts since the two of you got together almost a year ago, a gold ring engraved with a handwritten message, a crystal picture frame with a shot of the two of you on his boat at sunset. 

You wonder if it’s possible for your heart to actually burst from affection.

When only one present remains, you eye the counter quizzically, waiting for him to bring you the little bag he had set aside. Rafe just makes himself busy picking up the discarded ribbons and wrapping paper, a little blush on his face as he focuses on the chore.

“Rafe…” you try to get his attention.

“Yeah?” He leans down to pick up a bow that had fallen under the table, when he stands, you step in front of him, grabbing the trash from his hands and setting it to the side. 

“I want my last present please,” you smile, hands cupped in front of you expectantly.

He scratches the top of his buzzed head, taking a deep breath, “why don’t we wait? I booked you a spa appointment so you should probably get ready…”

“Rafe,” you cross your arms over your chest, “why are you being all squirmy?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t know if you’ll like it, I don’t want you to think…anything.”

You had no idea what he meant by ‘think anything,’ but this whole you not liking something he took the time to pick out for you business was just nonsense. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you stood up on your tiptoes to place a soft, steady kiss on his lips. 

“Well I do know. I’m gonna love it, because you got it for me, and I love you,” you ease his worry.

You had told each other you loved each other for the first time a little over a month ago, but it still feels like fireworks everytime one of you says it. Nothing in life is sweeter than the sound of his quick, reassuring “love ya” before hanging up the phone, or his whispered, emotional “I love you so much,” when he’s buried inside you late at night.

“I love you too,” he grins.

“Good,” you place one more kiss on his lips, “then I would like my last present now, please.”

“Yes ma’am,” he smirks, walking you toward the kitchen, kissing you all the way as he backs you up step by step.

By the time you reach the kitchen island, you’ve almost forgotten about the striped gift bag waiting for you there, distracted by his lips and the cute little smooches they’re making against your mouth with each step.

He reaches back for the bag without pulling away, holding it behind his back as he ducks down for one last peck before swinging it forward and presenting it to you.

“We can take it back if you don’t li-” you silence him with a finger to his lips.

“Shhh, it’s my last present of the day, let me enjoy this,” you request.

He nods solemnly, waiting until you were looking away, too distracted by the tissue paper in the bag to see the smirk growing on his lips as he thought about his actual last present for you. A rush of nerves shoot through him as he pictures the little black velvet pouch sitting in his nightstand drawer. 

Obeying your request, he bites his tongue as you pull out the rest of the tissue paper. When you finally see what’s sitting in the bag, a slow, delighted smile spreads across your face. You don’t pull the gift out, just bite your lip as you blink up at him through your lashes. His cheeks are adorably pink. 

He’s never bought you lingerie before. He’s seen you in plenty of it, though. Hell, he cleared a whole drawer for you like a month after you started dating, telling you to take as much space as you needed as long as he was the only one who got to see you in it. But the thought of him actually going into the store and asking the sales lady for exactly what he wanted to see you in, surely pulling out his black card and telling her the price tag was not an issue, made your belly tighten with lust.

“Ah I see,” you smirk, “it’s a present for me and for you.”

He nods with a lick of his lips, “you gonna try it on for me?”

You lead him to the chair you were sitting in to open presents, guiding him to sit and placing one more kiss on his cheek before excitedly padding to the bedroom to get changed. He watches you go with his tongue pressed into his cheek, readying himself, wondering how the fuck someone like him got lucky enough to be with someone like you.

Rafe had picked out the cutest little set for you. Matching floral bra and panties, sheer and constructed with hardly any fabric at all, a matching garter belt and thigh high sheer stockings. You gasp when you see the price tag, understanding now why the fabric feels so nice and the stitching is so intricate. 

You take your time pulling it on, both to be gentle with the expensive pieces and to tease the man waiting for you in the other room. The thought of him squirming in that chair wondering what the hell was taking so long makes you giggle.

“The fuck are you laughing about in there?” He calls out impatiently from the other room. “You’re killin’ me!” 

You laugh hard at that, head falling back in delight as you clip the last strap of the garter into place. You add a pair of kitten heels to tie it all together and run your fingers through your hair, one quick look in the mirror to appreciate yourself before stepping slowly from the room.

“Sorry to make you wait, baby,” you tilt your head apologetically and step towards him tauntingly. 

Rafe just smiles and looks to the ceiling, shaking his head slowly in disbelief.

“What?” You ask as you approach, hands finding his and bringing them to rest on either side of your waist.

His thumbs trace circles into your skin, “just don’t know how I got so fuckin’ lucky. Must’ve done something right in a past life.”

Your skin goes hot at his words, and the way his eyes are skimming over your body like you’re the eighth wonder of the world.

“Nah, I think you just did a lot of things right in this life,” you pull his arms so he’ll rise to his feet.

Rafe lifts his arm with his hand still holding yours, spinning you with his pointer finger like a ballerina, memorizing every inch of you as you twirl for him.

“No man could possibly be good enough to deserve you, baby,” he responds, his large, rough hands running over your bare hips, guiding you to hop up and wrap your legs around his waist. “I’m just the luckiest guy in the world.”

You kiss him, too overwhelmed by the way he’s looking at you and holding you up to say anything in response. No one has ever made you feel so special, so wanted. He’d kneel down and kiss your feet if you asked him to. But that’s not what you want right now.

“Need you, Rafe,” you mumble against his lips, legs squeezing him tighter, hands splayed on the back of his head like you’re trying to permanently seal his mouth to yours, “please.”

“You don’t gotta beg, angel,” he coos, “I’ll give you anything you want.”

“Cause it’s my birthday?” You tease.

“No. I’ll give you anything you want every day of your fucking life,” he swears, “you deserve the world.”

But you don’t want the world, you just want him.

“Fuck, Rafe,” you sigh, lowering your core over his growing hardness, playfulness gone and replaced by frenzied need.

In response, he shifts to hold you up with one arm, using the other to sweep aggressively at the counter and knock all its contents to the floor chaotically. You love him wild like this, complete disregard for the dishes and various items he’s just sent flying across the kitchen, too drunk on you to even attempt making it to the bedroom. 

He drops you onto the counter, not too hard to hurt, but just hard enough to make your tits bounce and a little “hmph!” to rise from your chest. You’re pulling him to you in seconds, nails clawing at his shoulders and the back of his head as his lips devour yours. He slots his hips between your knees, forcing your legs to fall open for him.

“Gonna make you feel so good, birthday girl,” he promises, chest hovering over you powerfully, lowering you slowly until you’re laying down on the counter, your legs dangling off the edge. 

He kisses down the column of your throat, nipping and nibbling all the way as he hooks his fingers to slip under the straps of the garter belt, pulling until the clasps break away from the top of your stockings with a snap!

You gasp, “you’re gonna break my present!”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he shakes his head, bent in half to lower his mouth down your body, sucking purple splotches into the sensitive skin of your stomach, claiming you with every mark.

When he’s satisfied with his artwork, he lifts himself up, piercing blue eyes consuming you with an adoration you’ve never experienced before. You writhe a little under his hungry gaze, and his eyes wander to the panties he gifted you, corners of his mouth perking in a grin. His hand snakes up your thigh and he sweeps his thumb over your covered slit without warning, making you gasp and arch off the cold counter.

“Looks like you already made a mess of your present anyway,” his eyes twinkle with mischief as he spreads your wetness through the fabric.

“Can’t help it,” you whine under the pressure, “you always make me so fucking wet.”

He’s desperate to taste you, lowering to his knees and dragging your panties down with him. Gripping your hips, he pulls you to the edge of the counter, closer to his mouth. He nips at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, the sting outweighed by the pleasure. 

You arch toward him, desperate to feel his mouth on you, but his fingers find you first. He spreads you, groaning a strained ‘fuckkkk’ at the sight. He gathers your slick onto his fingers so slowly, so deliberately, it’s driving you insane. 

Finally, finally, he lowers his mouth and licks, ever so gently, up your center. You’re on fire, the cold marble counter below you doing little to cool your spiked body temperature. 

Between deliberate licks he whispers praises, his tongue and voice taking turns worshiping you.

“Do you know I belong to you?” He confesses, his other hand gripping the edge of the counter so hard it almost cracks. “Do you understand that you fucking own me?”

“You talk so pretty, baby,” you moan, losing your grasp on language as he sends lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through your body, “love that mouth.”

“It’s yours,” he promises, finally lapping at your clit with a pointed tongue, “it’s all yours, everything I’ve got.”

“Just want you!” you cry out when he pulls the sensitive bud into his mouth and sucks hard.

“You have me, ‘m not going anywhere,” he says after releasing your clit with a pop. His middle finger, already soaked from you, dips into your entrance slowly. “You’re my everything, forever.”

Rafe continues to wrap you in soliloquies of praise as his other hand kneads the skin of your stomach reverently, like a potter molding his clay.

It’s these promises that make your head spin, drowning in the tapestry he weaves with his words until all you can think, all you know, is that you love him. When a second finger enters you and his mouth finds the spot he knows so well, everything in the world fades. The only thing that means anything is this man and the way he makes you feel.

His fingers twist and twirl inside you while his mouth works your clit. You’re beside yourself, feeling your release creep closer and closer with each flick of his tongue. You grab the edge of the counter top for purchase, but it’s not enough. Your hands paw at his head, wishing there was something more to ground you. 

You love his buzzcut, you had an appointment in your shared calendar each month for him to dutifully sit on a stool in the bathroom while you redid it with the electric clippers, but in this moment you wish for the first time that he’d grow it out. You tuck the thought away for later.

He loves the way you’re clawing at his scalp, and clenching around his fingers, knowing you’re close like he knows everything about you. He grabs one of your hands, offering his to you so you can squeeze as hard as you need to, loving the pain as he pushes you to the edge.

You cry out his name when you come, nearly breaking the bones in his fingers. He doesn’t stop until the very last wave of ecstasy rolls through you, his body hovering over yours as he soothes you through the cool down.

“You have no idea what you mean to me,” he whispers into your collarbone, following the vulnerable words with a shaky kiss.

“I think I have some idea,” your palm glides over his scalp, where you were just leaving scratches, inspecting to make sure you hadn’t done too much damage. “Because of how much you mean to me.”

He just shakes his head, his buzzed hair tickling your chin.

You both rise from the counter, Rafe straightening your lingerie set and taking in his gift to you one more time. He stands between your legs, fists on the counter as he leans forward on flexed arms.

“How am I supposed to top this?” You wonder aloud, hands smoothing over his shoulders and your head tilting in that adorable way he’s obsessed with.

“What do you mean?” He puzzles.

“When your birthday comes around,” you explain, “you’ve set the bar so high.”

Rafe smiles, but it doesn’t meet his eyes. His gaze wanders from you as he pulls back slightly.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he shakes his head.

“Are you joking? And miss the chance to celebrate you?” 

“We- I don’t really do birthdays,” he says, and before you can pry any further he adds, “plus yours isn’t even close to over yet.”

Rafe lifts you effortlessly from the counter, making you yelp in surprise. You rest your head on his shoulder as he carries you to the bedroom, thinking obsessively about the way he accidentally said ‘we.’

Your heart breaks picturing younger Rafe, no birthday candles to blow out on his big day, no crowd of friends and family singing to him, no one to make him understand how special and worth celebrating he is. 

No, that just wouldn’t do. You start planning the second he falls asleep that night, determined to make his next birthday the best he’s ever had.

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“JJ, stop, we can’t—”

Your mumble against his lips was halfhearted, not even committed to the words you were saying as you pressed a hand to his chest to pull away from him. The drying tears streaking his face shined slightly in the moonlight filtering through the window, his eyes were half-lidded.

“Why can’t we?”

You chewed at your lip, still slick with his spit. As badly as you wanted to—desperately wanted to—the way he’d lurched forward to capture your mouth with his when he was in the middle of crying on your shoulder had told you his motives weren’t exactly pure.

“You can’t just—” He was leaning forward again, you barely dodged him, and your already fragile willpower was weakening by the second. “You’re sad, okay, this isn’t how you fix—that.”

JJ grabbed the hair at the nape of your neck, holding onto you tightly as he clumsily pulled you back to him. He was so warm. His mouth was hot and he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, angling your head to get a better angle. You couldn’t stop the moan that you let out into his mouth, which only made him attack your lips more fervently.

It could’ve been seconds or minutes or years with JJ’s tongue exploring your mouth, you had no idea, it was like you couldn’t think when he was touching you like this. It wasn’t until he pressed his body closer to yours and you felt the outline of his dick through his shorts, shoving up against the front of your panties, that you were snapped out of it again.

You gave a pitchy whine at the pressure, pulling back, and he chased your lips with his.

“JJ—you need to—can you just—” He was interrupting you, kissing you to stop you from talking while he rolled his hips harder against yours. You held your breath to stop the loud whimper threatening to be heard, shifting your weight at the feeling of your panties sticking to you.

“Not like this, please.” Your voice caught in your throat, and this time he gave you the benefit of an answer, at least.

“Not like what?” JJ asked, still an inch from your face.

“It’s not like I don’t want you… I just mean, I don’t wanna. Y’know. Just cause you’re sad and don’t wanna think about it.”

He nodded slowly. “What if I said I already wanted ya? Would that… change your mind?” His words were slow, the look in his eyes all hazy.

You swallowed thickly. It took you a second, but you managed to shake your head. “No.”

He let out a long, slow breath, pressing his forehead against yours. If it were anyone else you’d think they were feverish, but you’d come to learn that was just JJ. He was always a million degrees, his skin was like the surface of the sun.

“Let me eat you out, then.”

You choked out: “What?”

“Please.” He mumbled. “Don’t wanna think about things. Just let me eat your pussy. It’ll feel s’good, I swear. It’ll be good f’both of us, right?”

He wasn’t waiting for an answer, not really. His fingers were sneaking up the inside of your thigh, breaching your shorts to rub you through your panties, and he gave a tiny smile as he felt your arousal soaking through. He was close enough that you were sure he could hear your heartbeat thundering, your breath picking up more than it already had. You dug your teeth into your swollen lip painfully to contain the sounds that wanted to come out.

You didn’t say anything. He just fumbled with the button of your little shorts, tugged them down a little bit, not all the way. You wanted to squeeze your eyes shut and pretend this wasn’t happening, like that way you wouldn’t be complicit in it, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him when he got down on his knees in front of you to slot his head between your thighs.

JJ didn’t even look human, with his blonde hair a total mess from dragging his hands through it, perfectly carved shoulders rippling as he held your thighs apart, his eyes half-lidded and hazy. He looked you dead in the face when he connected his mouth to you, wasting no time dragging his tongue through your folds to collect the moisture before wrapping his lips around your clit.

Whimpers and whines fell from your mouth, which had fallen open in surprise, and JJ held intense eye contact with you, watching your face and devouring every overwhelmed, pleasured expression. Every sound and tensing of your body in reaction to him spurred him on. The way your eyes rolled back, fingers wrapped in his hair for some semblance of grounding had him sliding his middle finger inside of you, pumping it in and out easily from the way you were gushing all over the couch. You jolted from the sudden stimulation, leaving your head practically empty aside from him, and his fingers, and his mouth devouring you.

When he pushed you over the edge to your relief you were crying out desperately, yanking sharply at his hair as you tried to move away from the pleasure that was overwhelming you.

“Don’t fuckin’ run.” JJ mumbled against your pussy, pulling your hips forward and flush against his face so you were forced to ride out the waves of your orgasm against his mouth, clenching around his finger as it curled inside of you.

The room was dead silent aside from the way your own heartbeat thundered in your ears, when he let your hips go and pulled your shorts back up for you. He wiped his hand off on them in a way that made you grimace, and his face caught the light and illuminated the way it glistened, his mouth and his chin and his nose shiny with your juices. The tears had dried, his red-rimmed eyes the only proof he’d been crying just some minutes prior. You stared at him with wide eyes, though he leaned forward to give you one last sloppy kiss, harshly pressing his lips to yours and prying your mouth open with his so you could taste yourself on him. Once he was satisfied, he wiped his face off with his hand, grinning.

Your fucked-out mumble was half sarcastic: “Feel better?”

He was still grinning, giving one last sniffle before he replied: “Much.”

ex-boyfriend fratboy!rafe. god help me!

cw. smut (mdni), fem!reader, toxic relationship, alcohol and drug use, mirror sex, degradation kink.

the music sounds distant, muffled by the white-tiled walls that appeared a light, smudged gray thanks to the alcohol fogging your brain—and the way his pelvis kissed your ass with each plap-plap-plap, echoing in the bathroom of a party you weren’t even supposed to be at. for this exact reason. you knew how it would end. with your lame coked-up excuse of an ex inside you.

and still, you couldn't even answer the big, ugly question sitting in your gut: why the fuck do i keep letting him do this? your body had betrayed you again, thighs spread wide and shaking as his cock hit that spot that made your toes curl against the cold tile. and, of course, your eyes met his in the large, square mirror above the sink. a voyeuristic form of self-loathing. as if you needed to confirm, once again, how the promises of, “no, i’m not gonna talk to him, not even look at him, i promise!” made to your friends, were entirely baseless.

perhaps even they had already accepted it—

“fuck,” he groaned, and a grin stretched across his stupidly handsome face as you let out another loud moan when his fat tip grazes your g-spot, bingo. thankfully, for the sake of your peace of mind (because he, more than once, hadn’t cared if the entire party heard how good his cock made you feel), the host’s house was massive. you’d ended up here with him because all the other bathrooms were occupied when the drinks you’d downed earlier hit, and that’s how you found yourself in the second-floor bathroom at the end of the hall. that's how “pee-and-leave” turned into this.

his right hand—the one not gripping your shoulder with his beefy arm wrapped tightly around your trembling torso—moved up, cupping your jaw and forcing you to look into the mirror at the two of you: sweaty, panting bodies. 

“fuckin’ look at that,” he panted, gaze flicking down. “hah, shit, look how those two bounce,” he slapped the side of your breast, leaving a hot, stinging mark. he was so mean.

and you hated yourself for clenching around him because of it.

his laugh was this low, mean sound, vibrating against your back as he leaned forward, his chest slick with sweat pressing into you like he needed to get as deep as possible. fucking gross. the thought was interrupted by the hot breath skating over the shell of your ear. “see that face you’re making?” he murmured. “‘s my favorite one. you look so—fuckin’—wrecked.”

and god, if he wasn’t right. your eyeliner had betrayed you hours ago, smeared into shadows that made your eyes look too big, too wide, like a haunted doll. your lips were red and swollen, half from the sloppy kiss that started this whole thing and half from biting down so hard to keep yourself quiet. the woman staring back at you was enjoying it, there was no way to deny that.

“shut up,” you hissed, you just wanted to look away. but his fingers curled tighter around your jaw, already marking his digits there.

“you don’t want me to shut up,” he taunted, his hips rolling deeper, lazier. like he had all the time in the world to ruin you. “you love it when i talk, when i tell you how fuckin’ good you’re taking it, like the slut you are.”

you hated him. you hated him so much you could cry—you were going to cry, but for different reasons. you hated the way he always knew exactly what to say, to keep you squeezing him between your slick walls, and getting you addicted every day a little bit more, increasing the dose.

but the worst part—the part that made your chest twist like a wet towel, wringing out something raw and acidic—was how he was right. he always was. every damn time. you hated how he’d figured you out. he was your ex, goddamn it!

because yeah, you did love it. loved the sound of his low voice dragging over your nerves like a matchstick ready to explode a bomb. loved the way his cock stretched you open until it felt like your brain short-circuited, leaving nothing but static between your ears. loved that stupid smirk, too. it wasn’t fair. he wasn’t fair. 

you tried to focus on anything else—the way the faucet dripped, the faint bassline pulsing through the floor beneath you, keeping your eyes open. “rafe,” you whispered in a treacherous moan.

his hand slid down your belly, splayed wide like he was claiming you, branding you his. “tell me,” his voice was almost tender now, mockery softened by the way he groaned as you clenched around him. “tell me how much you hate me while you’re drippin’ all over my cock.” 

you didn’t say anything. couldn’t. your throat tightened as your hips jerked back to meet his thrusts, sharp and desperate, chasing something you’d regret in the morning along with the hangover. or maybe right after you came. but right now, you needed it like you needed air. 

his laughter curled around you, mean and knowing, as his hand slid up your belly, splayed possessively just under your ribs. like he owned you. like he always had, no matter how many times you’d tried to scrape him out of your system. “that’s what I thought,” he muttered, his lips brushing your temple like a kiss. like he thought he was being romantic, like he thought this was some kind of fucked-up love story. “hate me all you want, baby. but this?” his hand slid lower, between your legs, pinching your sensitive clit, making you bite your lip hard enough to taste blood as your legs buckled. “this don’t lie.”