Older Daniel LaRusso X Reader

★ turned tables

a fic collab with @rafeyscurtainbangs

description: rafe has been your bully for as long as you remember. when you finally take the courage to stand up to him at midsummer's, it changes your relationship in more ways than one.

word count: 3.4k

warnings: mentions of bullying, violence, smut, degradation, name calling, slapping, rafe calling reader mommy.

rafe's pov:

I downed another drink before the night started, planning on getting shit faced for the entire evening. kelce was yapping about some girl as I leaned on the bar, head nodding in disinterest. where’s top? we were supposed to-

my jaw tightened as I swiveled my head to look behind me. Topper was chatting up some absolute stunner, though I could only see her from the back. she had this petite, black dress on with these black gloves that made my dick ache. her bare legs were accentuated by the thick, black boots she wore, making her as tall as topper. I smirked, watching the fat of her ass almost spill out of her dress. she was so fucking sexy. as she leaned forward to laugh, a sliver of her face got revealed. my heart stopped.

y/n?

a bubble of anger rose inside me. what the fuck was she doing around a kook like topper? I had been giving her hell since she moved here because, look at her, she just fucking deserves it. everything about her irked me, and I couldn't help myself but tear her down every time I could. she shivered at my presence around her every single time, a look of fear glazing her doe eyes. I felt excitement in makin’ her look bad, especially in a setting like this, and I wasn’t gonna miss my opportunity. I walked over to them, my presence making her freeze.

"hey top.... y/n" shooting her a look. she held her drink tighter, keeping her eyes on him.

"oh... hey, rafe, what are you doing here...." topper said confusedly, as if I was cock blocking him.

"oh, nothing, just had to ask y/n what she's doin’ here... you know the help isn't allowed out here, right?" I spat, a smirk creeping on my face at her embarrassment. I could see her coward away, a look of shame on her face.

"rafe, c'mon man—" topper sighed, but I interjected.

"no, no, no—" I laughed, seeing the tears glisten on her waterline. "—I just think it's really rude of her to come to our soirée when she knows she's not fuckin’ welcome here by anyone.” I knew I hit the dagger when she took a deep breath, turning to topper.

She stepped toward the bar, moving in front of me in an attempt to cut me off. She wobbled on her pretty little heels, sloshing her drink slightly. 

“Why don’t you have another mai tai, princess?” I taunt before she slams her tumblr glass on the counter.

“Oh, no… Shit. Did you need some liquid courage to talk to Top? I asked in a smug tone. 

She rolls out her neck slightly, taking a little breath. “No… Just needed a little liquid courage to be around you, Cameron.”

“You should be so fuckin’ lucky,” I sigh. 

"topper— can I have a private word with rafe?" she smiled sweetly, her hand swiping away a tear. she walked away, looking behind her to gesture for me to follow.

★

she walked up the stairs and into the resort, maneuvering through the white hallways until she entered an empty room. I followed her eagerly, wondering what she was gonna do to me. I bit my lip as I let my mind wander. she definitely wants to fuck, why else would she want to "talk with me in private"? Fuck I wanna talk too. Might be a little hard with her mouth shoved full of my cock. my dick got hard thinking about her on her knees for me, begging me to finally accept her.

she closed the door on us before turning to me, making me instinctively lick my lips. she walked up to me close, her face sweet as she looked at me.

"why'd you pull me in here, baby, finally come to your senses and let a kook use you?" I teased, undoing my belt.

"...mmm not quite," she purred, smiling as she took her gloves off. it would be a lie if I said she wasn't turning me on right now. I couldn't wait to fuck-

after a swift movement of her arm, I grabbed my face in pain, her hand hit my cheek, hard. the look in her eyes was scary, making me step back in fear. what the fuck was that? I stood there in shock at her actions, tears welling in my eyes from the pain. Before I could get a word out, she grabbed me by my collar, pushing me into the wall with her forearm on my throat, knocking the wind out of my chest.

"you better watch what you fuckin’ say to me next time," she spat. her intensity gave me chills. I cowered away at her anger, too stunned to speak. "tell me you understand me," she hissed as she dug her forearm into my throat harder. I couldn't talk, let alone breath, her new persona had me frozen to the wall. "I said, tell me you fucking understand me" she raised her voice. holy fucking shit.

"god- fuck I understand!" I quivered, bending over to grab my throat as she let go.

she scoffed at my weakness, putting her gloves back on as she straightened herself out. She looked at my limp figure as she strolled toward the door; my cheeks burned hot with embarrassment as I continued to cough and tear up from her actions.She looks back at me in disgust, sucking her teeth as she tries her best to hold back a laugh. “pull yourself together because Jesus Christ, Cameron… I barely touched you.” I swallowed hard, her words ringing in my mind as her beautiful, cruel eyes flickered back to mine. “Pussy.”

★

I couldn't think straight the whole night. After I had the courage to return to the party, I immediately regretted it.

"yo rafe, we've been looking for you- oh shit," topper exclaimed, seeing the bright red handprint on my face. him and kelce started laughing uncontrollably, frustrating me deeply. "hey- she finally put you in your place!" kelce boomed. "—oh, the tables turned for you, didn't they, cameron?" topper cried, laughing; he and kelce falling over each other.

upon their teases, my eyes landed on y/n, who was staring right back at me. her eyes softened, and her posture slouched; how was she the same person who had just hit the fuck out of me in the backroom? I shook my head, embarrassed and flustered from what the night had become.

y/n's pov

oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I whimpered to myself as I walked to the car, leaving midsummer's. why the fuck did I do that. you couldn't believe you finally stood up to your bully, rafe cameron. it was relief mixed in with guilt—guilt about how you could've handled the situation better. but did you see the look on his face? he was absolutely stunned and fearful at your new attitude towards him. you winced as you replayed his shaking eyes, looking back at you, holding his tears back from the pain. you shook your head, needing to sort things out with him. you needed to say sorry, or else it would haunt you forever. you drove over to tanneyhill in the dead of the night, still in your clothes from the party. you pulled up to the mansion, walking up to the porch in a hurry.

you knocked on the door, hoping that someone would answer. it was extremely late in the night, but luckily, you were greeted by rose, who looked like she was just about to leave.

"oh- hi, sweetheart, can I help you?"

"Hi, can I see rafe? I need to tell him something." you fidgeted with your gloves.

"oh um—" she looked behind her. "—I think he's sleeping already, but you could go and look" she smiled, letting you in before leaving the house. you thanked her, walking past her as she pointed which room he was in on the second floor. you got to his door, heart beating out of your chest.

"rafe?" you whispered, knocking quietly. no answer. you sighed in frustration, not wanting to go in there unannounced. you had no choice when you were met with silence on the other side of the door, slowly turning the knob and peaking your head into the dark room. he was nowhere to be seen. you slowly trickled in, closing the door before moving slowly as you searched around for him. you stopped dead in your tracks when you heard sounds coming from his bathroom, but no light came from the crack beneath the door. you walked up to the door, putting your ear on it.

he was whining, incoherent words babbling from his mouth. you couldn't tell what was going on until you listened closer.

"...y/n... fuck, please..." he groaned in a needy, high pitch voice, slick sounds of his fist shaking his length barely audible. you stepped back, putting your hand over your mouth as you realized he was jerking off, to you. you listened again, the wetness between your legs flooding at his sounds."need it s'bad, mommy fuck-" he begged. you stared at the doorknob before twisting it open. you flipped the lights on to see rafe leaned over the bathroom sink, his blue suit undone and cock in his hand, body shaking from the pleasure. his movements jolted at you, barging in, hiding his exposed self from you.

"god, y/n- what the fuck!" he cried. he didn't sound mad, more like embarrassed.

all of a sudden, a switch flipped in you, and you're guilt for him subsided. you slowly began feeling the power you had over him in that backroom at midsummer's, making your eyes turn darker as you stared at him with lust. "y/n, get out..." he cried weakly, the red mark on his face still prominent.

"aw baby.... did I do that?" you fake pouted, walking up to him and caressing his red marked face. he took in sharp breaths, nodding like a child at your words. crazy as it sounds, he was desperate for you to yell at him again and show him how much power you had. your new aura was driving him crazy.you bit your lip, tsk'ing as you looked him up and down. he was pathetic and soon to be putty in your hands. you looked below at his aching hardom he was trying to hide from you. "did I do that too?" you cooed, referring to his leaking, aching hard-on. your gloved hand caressed the length as he moaned, nodding his head feverishly.

”what, baby? no words?” you whispered in a soft pouted tone. “that’s not like you. you’re usually runnin’ your mouth like a fuckin’ bitch,” you whisper, swatting your gloved hand against his cock, making him gasp and double-over, puffing out a breath. “shoulda figured you had a momma kink. pathetic little boys usually do,” you sigh as you reach behind your back, grabbing your zipper. 

rafe stands their dumbfounded as the metal splays open, peeling the material off your body, leaving you in the lingerie you put on on the off-chance that you got lucky with topper. he stands there, mouth agape, like a deer in the headlights, eyes falling down your body, a pathetic moan creeping out his throat. “holy shit,” he pants. You turn around on your heels, rafe quick to follow behind you like a puppy as you walk into his room. 

he unfastens his bow tie, letting it lay loose on his broad chest, ripping at the buttons of his shirt, his eyes trained on your body. “You know, cameron. this isn’t middle school. If you wanted my pussy you coulda just begged like a real man,” you scold as you grab him by the collar of his shirt, shoving the 6'2 mess of a man onto his bed as he fumbles over his words still. “Does he speak?” You ask condescendingly, raising an eyebrow as he looks back at you in awe and horror. 

“you’re so fuckin’ perfect—” he whimpers, his voice hoarse and worn with lust. “—just perfect for me. fuck… you're. you're-” he babbles as you climb onto the foot of his bed, crawling toward him slowly. “i’m what? thought you didn’t want me? i thought i wasn’t welcome around you? now you're whimpering and fisting your dick in the sink… to me?”

“yeah-“ 

“say. it.” 

“i’m whimpering and f-fisting my dick in the sink.”

“like a?”

”like a - like… fuck. like,” his voice trails away as you tug at his slacks, the blonde quickly yanking them down his thighs embarrassingly fast. 

you mock his stammer, looking at him with the same dumb expression he’s wearing. "what did I call you after I slapped you? I need to hear you say it before I think about touching you.”

“a bitch?” he responds hastily, going with a safe answer. looking at you with hopeful eyes, waiting for you to praise him. 

“try again.” 

“a pussy…” he whispers. nodding with you as you confirm his answer, a smile spreading across his lips that he actually got it right— the man so blissed out he’d call himself whatever it took just to get a piece of you. 

“that’s right, rafey. you’re a pussy. are you a virgin too? Your boxers are still on… Did you want me to rub one out through the fabric or what?” you ask through a laugh. he tugs his boxers down just as fast as his slacks, his body rigid against the headboard. His cock slaps against his toned body, precum leaking down his sweat-glazed skin. 

you wrap your gloved hand around his thick dick making him whine and whimper out your name. your satin gloves move up and down his long cock. rafe takes his plump bottom lip between his teeth, muscles flexing at the sight of you. 

”take the glove off, y/n. please! please, take the gloves off,” he corrects himself quickly, praying you’ll forgive his lack of manners, tears gathering in his eyes, cheeks flushed red because he knows you won’t. 

“who’s in charge, rafe?” you ask as you wind up, slapping the flesh of his inner thigh, making him yelp, the tears gathered in his eyes roll down his cheeks.

”y-”

*SLAP*

you crack his thigh again before he can even get the word out. his beautiful blue eyes stare at you pooled with lust, cheating heaving with his panting breaths, body trembling with adrenaline. “you’re in charge, princess.” 

“princess?”

”mommy…” He hums as you start to stroke again. “please… m’begging you. please. please. please. take off the glove.” 

“no,” you smile sweetly. 

“no?” He whines through a huffed breath.

“touch this dirty dick with my bare hands? no. I am in charge, rafe. I make the rules. and, I can change my mind whenever I’d like so you better start acting like a man that deserves this pussy.” 

rafe looks back at you like time’s stopped completely, fluttering his lashes, completely surprised. “your pussy? you’re gonna let me fuck you?” his thigh tremble uncontrollably, breath shuddering from the pleasure you’re giving him and the thought of more. the though of your warm, wet cunt wrapped around his dick. 

”you should be so lucky,” you hiss, using his words from midsummers as you pull off his cock. he gasps, wanting desperately to cum; you, edging him cruelly instead. his head falls back in sexual exhaustion, hitting his wooden headboard with a thud, his eyes pinching shut, the blonde was so hard it hurt. 

his eyes lift open as you stand up on the bed, pulling your panties down your thighs, tossing them to the side. he looks up at you half-lidded, his bottom lip quivering with want, as you lower yourself onto him. your wet cunt pressed against his upper thighs just inches away from where he wants you most. you rest your hands on his chest, feeling his heart bang underneath. 

you grind nice and slow, lifting your hands a little higher, grabbing both ends of his undone bow tie. you lean in slightly, teasing him further, the eldest Cameron tilting in as well just hoping for your lips against his.

“I fuckin’ hate you, Rafe.” 

“I’m sorry,” he answers pitifully. “I’m so sorry, I-”

”I’m not done,” you tut. ”I fuckin’ hate you. I hate that you think you’re better than me. I hate that you treat me like shit. I hate that you can’t treat me with respect. I had to break you first.” 

“You deserve respect,” he whispers as you loop the bow tie around his neck fully, his eyes widening by the second. 

“yeah? no shit.” you pull both sides hard, tightening the satin fabric around his neck as tight as you can. he grits his teeth, sputtering out a breath, spit seeping out of the corner of his lips. his eyes roll back in his skull, his muscles stuttering, rafe cumming in ropes on his body and yours—his dick completely untouched. you snicker at the mess. rafe’s cheeks blushing in complete and utter embarrassment. “I’m sorry. please - just please don’t stop, mommy. m’sorry. Alright? I never do that. just keep goin’-“

”you think I’m gonna stop?” you ask in disbelief as you wrap your fingers around the base off his dick, pulling to his throbbing tip, making his mouth hang open. you lean in brushing your lips against his, pulling back as his lips chase yours. “i’m gonna ride your cock ‘til you’re crying for me, princess.”

“i love you,” he mumbles drunkenly against yours lips. 

“sure you do.” you grab the cum-laced glove shoving it between his lips, making his eyes double. he moans around the satin as you grab his dick, slamming down on his lap, your drenched pussy taking him all. 

you reach behind your back, unclasping your bra as you start to bounce on his cock. rafe whimpers and cries get swallowed up in the material, completely overstimulated. you grab his wrists, guiding him to grab your tits. he squeezes and pinches, and you scold him with a slap across the cheek again, earning a whimper from him.

you feel your stomach start to coil with pleasure, your release within reach. you grab the gloves from rafe’s mouth, making him reach for a full breath. “sh-shit,” he stammers. “fuck. you gonna cum, mommy?” he asks hopefully, feeling you tightening around him, the sloppy sounds of your cunt filling his bedroom. you whimpered in response, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust. 

“play with my pussy, rafe.” he nods submissively, rubbing little circles with his rough fingers. you throw your head back, rafe’s lips quickly finding your neck, kissing wherever he can reach, your body too close to your climax to reprimand him for not asking first. 

“m’gonna cum,” you moan. 

“come on, pretty. so fucking good to me,” he mumbles hot against your neck. you lose your tempo  and he snatches your hips in his large hands, fucking up into you, his cheeks wet his tears. 

you match his gaze, teetering on the edge of your climax. he looks at you pleadingly, praying you won’t tell him to stop completely and finish you off with his fingers. “such a good boy for mommy,” you shudder between panting breaths. “maybe I’ll let you cum in my pussy-”

he whines and cries pitifully, your words having the ultimate effect, rafe doing just that. You smile wickedly, grabbing his flushed, tears-drench cheeks in your slight hands. he matches you gaze as you bounce of his laps, sobbing like a child telling it "feels so fucking good’ ‘please, mommy, please,” as he begs for your orgasm.

“look at you,” you moan as you hit your finish, clenching and creaming around his cock as he buries himself in your chest, his big body fighting for air. you grab his cheeks, prying his face off of you, forcing his beautiful, pathetic gaze on yours as he looks back at you consumed in only thoughts of you. not wanting to mess up by speaking, just waiting for your beautiful words. 

you lean in, pressing a gentle kiss against his quivering lips. his big strong arm wraps around your waist, making you smile with satisfaction about how easily it would be for him to have overpowered you from the jump but this is what he wants. 

you brush his bangs out of his face, capturing his chin between your manicured fingers. 

“good boy.”

thank you so much to @rafeyscurtainbangs for helping me like crazy to write this!!! loved collabing with you 💗🤭

NSFW Alphabet: Miguel Diaz

Warnings: Mentions of smut!

NSFW Alphabet: Miguel Diaz

A= Aftercare (What he's like after sex) Miguel is an absolute sweetheart when it comes to aftercare, he takes so much after his mom with a kind heart. Usually almost every time afterwards Miguel will make you some of his grandmas famous food bowl.

B= Body Part (His favorite body part of yours) He loves your stomach and your butt, he loves to press kisses and place hickeys along your stomach so when you leave the next few days no one can see, he loves grabbing onto your butt when doing missionary. Though he also loves to watch your perky breasts bounce while he speeds up his pace.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum basically) He likes to cum in the condom most of the time, it’s the closest he can get without getting your pregnant, even if you are on birth control or there is a plan b, he just wants to play it safe. He also loves to cum on your butt if you’re doing doggy style.

D= Dirty Secret (Miguel's dirty secret) One time you left a clean pair of underwear over when staying and he was quite horny so he ended up jerking off with them, also cumming in them leaving a stain even after washing them. Not only did he feel super guilty that he did it, but he never told you because he was embarrassed so he just hid them in his room since you forgot about them.

E= Experience (How experienced is Miguel) Not at all experienced you both were virgins and he did not know what to do for your first time, you ended up taking the lead but eventually he got confident and started taking the lead.

F= Favorite Position (His favorite position) He likes missionary and doggy style, missionary so he can watch your facial expressions and keep eye contact, doggy so he can get a good view of you butt and a good grip on your waist.

G= Goofy (Is he goofy during sex) Miguel can be goofy during sex, mostly because he’s nervous and he doesn’t know what to do so he just makes jokes out of it which lightens the mood a little.

H= Hair (Does the carpet match the drapes) Yes it does, Miguel never thought to shave or anything but he soon got super embarrassed about it and was going to go clean shaved but you stepped up and told him that he didn’t need to be embarrassed and it was normal and quite manly, now he feels super confident about it.

I= Intimacy (How romantic is Miguel during the moment) He is a simp for you so he makes sure to make every time as romantic as he possible can to satisfy you.

J= Jack Off (Masturbation) Miguel doesn’t jack off that much, but one he does he thinks about how you feel wrapped around him and how you feel blowing him, god he’s such a simp for everything you do. It makes him melt.

K= Kink (How kinky is Miguel) Miguel’s not very kinky, though he has thought about wrapping his hand around your throat as your own personal necklace he hasn’t yet because he doesn’t think you’re into it.

L= Location (Favorite places to do the do) Miguel’s favorite place that you’ve ever had sex would have to be at the dojo in the back room, your were just helping him practice and he pinned you against the mat and one thing led to another.

M= Motivation (What gets him going) Your innocent moans can make him burst at any moment it’s crazy. He loves hearing your angelic moans even sometimes if you moan by accident when your mad it makes him hot and bothered.

N= No (A turn off, something Miguel would never do) He would never be able to hurt you, he is so gentle with you it’s crazy. He wouldn’t be able to hurt you even if you asked for it, it would simply make him feel like garbage.

O= Oral (His preference in giving and receiving) He mostly loves going down on you for the simple fact that he simply craves your taste, sometimes Miguel will get so carried away that you will have already came and he just keeps on flick his tongue and sucking causing you to go into overstimulation and eventually cum again.

P= Pace (Is he fast and rough, slow and sensual; etc) He is in the middle, he can be super gentle and rough at the same time. It astounds you at how he can be gentle and make you cum in less that 10 minutes.

Q= Quickie (Miguel's opinion in quickies/fast and rushed sex) He doesn’t mind them but he prefers the real thing over a quickie. It makes him feel a lot closer to you when you got the full time.

R= Risk (Does he like to take risks) He doesn’t mind risks, but he wouldn’t want to get caught by his mom and grandma, it would simply traumatize him.

S= Stamina (How long can he go for, and how long does he last) He can last for 4 rounds, all of that karate paid off in the end. With foreplay it takes about 5 hours tops, but without it it only takes 3 hours. He can usually cum within the 30 minute range, and can make you cum in 10.

T= Toy (Does he like to use toys) Again he doesn’t really mind them but he would simply prefer just the two of you and no toys.

U= Unfair (How much does he like to tease, does he tease) He is an unintentional tease, sometimes he will be fingering you and you’ll be so astonishing to him that he’ll forget to move his fingers when you’re about to cum.

V= Volume (How loud is Miguel during the moment) He is pretty loud, his whimpers and heavy breathing could be heard from room to room. But it’s so hot so you don’t care.

W= Wild Card (Random head-con for Miguel) Miguel has such a harmless obsession with your body that if you would let him he would cover every inch. One time you accidentally sent him a nude that you were deciding on sending but then decided not to so you accidentally hit send and he’s cherished that photo, he puts it in his hidden album on his phone so no one can see it.

X= X- Ray (Lets see what's going on in them pants shall we) Miguel is definitely 6 1/2 inches tops.

Y= Yearning (How high is Miguel's sex drive) Not that high, he doesn’t even think about sex most times, well that was until he got with you and you brought it to his life, the it slowly increased.

Z= Zzzzz (How fast does Miguel fall asleep afterwards) if you both cuddle with no talking then he’ll accidentally fall asleep but he can’t until he knows that you’ve been fed and tooken care of.

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Here’s another one!

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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Hawk x Reader *SMUT*

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, language.

A burning passion 3

  "Well princess, that's the bell..." he points upwards as a signal before exiting the room.

You scoff as you rely on your wobbly legs to help you self put your clothes back on, afterwards you were able to exit the janitors room with no suspicion as a annoyed expression stayed on your face the whole day.

It's safe to say you were in deeper than you thought. But you we're definitely getting him back, whatever it took...

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  You weren't completely sure of how you intended on 'mission get Hawk back' but you were hopeful that Moons "healing" party would be the key.

  As you thought more of Hawk you completely failed to hear Moons ranting and squealing about her girlfriend Piper. "Hello, earth to Y/n!" She smiles sweetly as she waves her hand back and forth to grab your attention.

  You jump slightly as you nervously look back up at her "sorry moon, I've just got a lot on my mind." You manage to mumble out.

  She laughs sweetly "oh silly, I know it's because of Eli" Moon exclaims, while you try to come up with some sort of excuse.

  She notices your distress which causes her to gasp "Don't worry Y/n, I won't tell anyone!" She says and you feel yourself let out a long relieved sigh.

  "Thank you Moon, really. Now I need a dress to really blow Hawks mind tonight." You tell her which causes her to practically levitate off her bed and into her closet with an excited squeal.

  "I have just the one!" She hands you a beautiful red but very short and revealing curved dress.

  It wasn't much longer until you found yourself in a short dress, high heels, curled hair, and what felt like pounds of makeup as music rings through your ears and bright lights flash throughout moons house.

  You found yourself looking for Hawk, but were quickly disappointed when there was no sight of him. Instead you glanced around the room full of sweaty dancing bodies in search of someone you knew. 

  You wandered outside and quickly spotted Miguel and Demetri sitting down on the patio bench looking very out of place, both holding a red solo cup.

  "Hey guys" you greeted as you made your way to sit in between both of your well known friends.

  "Woah Y/n, you look amazing" Demetri complemented, looking very stunned.

  "Thanks Dem, you look stunning yourself" You say as your turn to look at Miguel who was staring off, you quickly realized what or who he was gleaming at. Sam.

  "Why don't you go talk to her Miguel, I'm sure she won't bite" You joke as you nudge his shoulder, he jumps slightly as he turns to look at you.

  "Right. Yeah! Okay!" He all but yells out as he nervously wipes his hands on his jeans.

  Demetri scoffs "right like you'd actually be able to get within 5 feed of her" he jokes which causes you to elbow him in the ribs. 

  "Ow! What was that for?!" He hissed and held his ribs dramatically.

  You give Miguel the extra 'go for it look' and he finally gets up while Demetri gives him a sarcastic smile and thumbs up, you can't help but roll your eyes. Classic Demetri.

  Demetri awkwardly clears his throat and before he gets to say anything you spot a fuming Hawk staring daggers into your soul "uh I'll be back Dem" you mumble as you get up and start to walk Hawks way.

  You finally reach the door where Hawk angrily stands, he grits his teeth and roughly grabs your hand "follow me" he states, thought it wasn't like he was going to give you any choice.

  He leads you upstairs and opens the nearest room which happens to be the guest room, he slams the door behind the two of you while you roll your eyes at his 'dramatic' actions.

  "What is wrong with you?!" You yell, annoyed by him slamming the door.

  "What's wrong with me? No what the hell is wrong with you Y/n? I seen you with them. With Demetri!" Hawk yells, and you can't help but feel guilty for finding him so hot in this moment.

  "What do you mean Hawk? They're my friends! You can't control who I’m friends with, especially when you treat them like shit!" You state. Miguel and Demetri were supposed to be his friends too until he turned on them.

  Hawk sucks his teeth as his fists start to clench which you take notice to "what are you gonna hit me Hawk? Like you did them? Huh?!" You yell.

  You didn't know where this new found rage was coming from, but it has been bottled up for what felt like weeks since the last sexual encounter you had with Hawk. You figured you were just sexually frustrated.

  "Oh I'm not gonna hit you princess" He laughs angrily teeth gritting slightly, nostrils flaring, while walking up to you, towering over you.

  You're breathing starts to become heavier and you could feel your body practically begging to be touched by him. But instead of acting on your feelings, you wait for him to follow up on his words.

  If he wasn't going to hit you, then what was he going to do?

  He notices how you're holding back and practically mocks you with a seductive laugh, he runs his pointer finger from your waist as he walks around you, just barley touching you from behind.

  All you can feel is his breath on your neck, and the heat from off his body. He moves his actions to your right arm, starting at the tip of your finger.

  Using his middle and pointer finger he slowly but just barley runs his fingers up your arm, causing you to shudder and goosebumps to form everywhere.

  "How's the resisting going princess?" Hawk laughs with such cockiness as he used his other hand to move the rest of your hair to the left side of your head, barley placing his lips to the side of your neck.

  You feel your eyes start to water from the anticipation of having him in every way, you can't resist him anymore and you know you'll curse yourself the next day.

  You remove yourself from the light hold he had on you, turning completely to face him. Hawk tilts his head and smirks, knowing you'd give in to him.

  You press your body fully against him, never breaking eye contact as your lips part causing hawks eyes to travel to your dark red glossed lips. You rest your hand on his chest which is covered completely by his red hoodie.

  You can no longer resist yourself from him as you practically throw yourself on him, your lips harshly connect with his as he hooks his hands under your thighs to hold you up.

  Hawk roughly pushes you up against the door and you moan into his mouth as he runs one hand through your hair, placing his hand on the back of your head he grips your hair and pulls you off of his lips, forcing your head back to touch the door as he roughly nips at your neck.

  "You have no idea what you do to me princess" He moans into your neck and in that moment you loose all self control.

  "Please Hawk, I need you" You whine, gripping the back of his head.

  Hawk smirks against your neck, "I know princess. I know" He says as he carries you to the nearest surface which happens to be a desk.

  He knocks everything off with one arm, all of it hitting the ground as he places you on the desk. You grab his face and roughly kiss him, pulling his body into yours.

  You wrap your legs tightly around Hawks waist pulling his hard-on onto your soaked pussy, you moan into his lips as you start to grind up into him at a fast pace.

  Hawk breaks the kiss "woah slow down princess. Wanna take my time with you." He mumbles, bringing his hand up to the side of your face, using his thumb to create small circles on your cheek.

  He takes in the sight of you, almost as if he's in love with you and that thought hits your mind before you completely turn it away. He can’t be.

  Hawk uses both of his hands and pulls your dress up almost as if it's a shirt, leaving your panties on display for him. Slowly he gets on his knees, your eyes widen as he holds eye contact with you.

  "Hawk..." You try to protest.

"Shhh" He loops his fingers around the sides of your panties and with the help of you lifting your hips, yanks them down.

"Fuck I've been wanting to taste you all day princess" Hawk smirks as he uses his middle finger to move your wetness to your clit, moving the tip of his finger in small figure eights as you let out unholy whimpers.

Your head falls back against the wall and your eyes roll back as he slowly inserts two of his fingers, but that doesn't last long before he's practically railing you with those same fingers.

Profanities and whimpers leave your mouth as the background music of the party only gets louder. It doesn't take long before Hawks removing his fingers causing you to look back at him.

He makes sure you watches as he sucks on his fingers moaning at your taste as your mouth parts, he wastes no time in yanking your hips on the edge of the desk securely wrapping his arms around your hips.

His mouth attaches to your clit, he doesn't give you any time to brace yourself as he eats you out like it's his last meal, moans leave your mouth so fast you can't even count.

His tongue flicks back and forth on your clit as he lets small moans fall from his lips, the vibrations feeling amazing against your soaking pussy.

You're embarrassingly close to your high as your hips start fucking his face, "Hawk. Hawk. Hawk" you repeat his name like an anthem as you feel your body still and waves of pleasure take over as he harshly sucks on your clit.

Hawk let's you catch your breath for a moment before he gets back up, letting his torso hold your legs up as he starts to unzip his pants, you lean on your elbows lifting yourself up as you watch him.

His cock slaps against his stomach and you let out a small moan just seeing him like this, you tug on his hoodie for him to take off. He gets the memo as he yanks his hoodie and shirt off in one swift motion.

"Do you wanna move to the bed princess?" He asks so softly, and although it was sweet you just wanted him to rail you into the next universe.

"Fuck no, take me here Hawk" Your words come out so clouded and desperate.

Hawk let's out a small laugh as he rubs the tip of his cock up and down your pussy causing your eyes to roll back in your head. He felt so good.

He slowly pushes his cock into you, a moan falls past his lips as he watches your pussy swallow his cock. "Oh my god" is all you can muster out as he fills your pussy up with his cock.

"Please Hawk..." You whine, fully expecting him to ask you what you want, but he doesn't. Instead he starts fucking you like his life depends on it, thighs slamming against each others as he takes one of your legs and places it on his shoulder using his hand to keep your other leg in place.

Your eyes close shut as tears fall out of them, mascara running down your face as you adjust to the new found position. He felt deeper than he's ever been, the tip of his dick hitting all the best places inside of you.

"I could never hate you Y/n" Hawk whimpers out, you don't even hear his confession nor pay any attention to it. All you're thinking about is how amazing he feels inside of you.

Hawk notices but doesn't say anything else, figuring it was for the best anyways. As his pace increases so does his climax, he uses his thumb to rub circles around your fucked out clit to get you closer to your climax.

Your hips start to voluntarily jerk and buck up onto his cock as the desk starts slamming against the wall,"Hawk... I'm gon-" you don't even get to finish before you cum all over his cock, tightening around him.

Hawk let's out the most gorgeous moan as he grips your hips and starts to slow down his pace, spurts of cum leaking into your pussy. You moan at the warmness of his cum and how full you were.

His hips come to a complete stop as you both catch your breaths, when he finally pulls himself out, you whimper from the complete emptiness.

Hawk grabs your panties and signals for you to lift your hips as he slides them back on for you, kissing both of your thighs before sliding back on his boxers and pants.

He grabs his shirt from under his hoodie and slips it back on as you slowly get off of the desk, almost tripping due to your wobbly legs.

Hawk turns around, his hoodie in hand "shit princess, I had you" he rushes over to you.

"I don't need your help" You snap as you pull your dress down. Everything floods back to the reason you're in this position in the first place and already you can't help but be annoyed that you gave in so quick.

"What?" He asks, just above a whisper.

"I'm tired of you being so defensive over everything" You huff. Hawks face turns stone cold as he scoffs.

"Well if that's how you feel then this-" he points to you and him "is over" he spits as he harshly hands you his hoodie.

That was definitely not what you wanted, your heart tells you to go after him but your feet keep you planted where you are.

Turns out he was the one who got you after all.

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S2!rafe cameron x kook!drug dealer! reader

summary ; so....reader's snorting a line of coke on rafe's dick, and rafe taking pill of ecstasy on reader's pussy...just two losers getting high together (2k3 words.)

warnings : mentions and using of drugs. smut (without real plot.). oral (f. receiving). minors dni.

"so why did you call me? need me for somethin’?"

“ oh please, you’re the one that needs something, when have i needed you for anything?“ after all, you were the dealer, and it was your client so you were right. “ and if you didn’t want to hear from me, you probably shouldn’t have given me your number?”

“ so what, you're just bored ? ”

“ i have something for you. ”

you shook your head, sitting comfortably on the edge of your bed. with one hand, you waved a bag with colorful tablets inside in front of him with a smile falling on your lips.

rafe's eyes lit up, as if suddenly your call was worth it.

“ it’s kinda sad that your face only lights up like that when you’re about to take drugs. ” you rolled your gaze, realizing that you now had his full attention. "you want it? of course, you do. we all know rafe cameron would do anything to get high."

“ and you like that. ” he shutted. “ when your ass is spoiled by my money.”

he came closer to take the bag but you moved your hand away, being much faster than him. he gave you one of his confused looks, his jaw clenching, all frustrated by your move. “don’t play with me like that. just give it to me.”

“ mmh, let me think ? no.” you ordered. “ you want it ? earn it. no kook privilege here.”

rafe started laughing, a nasally laughter that loudly echoed in the room, as his tongue hollowed the side of his inner left cheek with a smirk. “ i don’t beg, quit being a bitch, i don’t beg to have to ‘earn’ this shit. ”

you looked at him warily, knowing full well that he would. “ i think you’re gonna start listening, because you’d do anything to get what you want. if not, it doesn’t really matter to me, i have plenty of clients from figure eight who will pay me twice the amount you do. i just have to call them right now, just give me a sec... ”

his need for drugs was kinda sad,and you felt slightly guilty for using it against him. but as a businesswoman,you easily learned to take advantage of others' vulnerabilities, to use their weaknesses. you had been raised like that, there was nothing you could do about it. and it wasn't like rafe cameron was a nice guy. it was even he who encouraged all this violence within the island.

he finally knelt down, his icy glossy-teared gaze meeting yours, his lower lips trembling and begging you to shove the damn pill in his mouth. he could almost drool on the floor because he was so desperate for this shit.

“it’s immediately less fun when you’re the one begging.” you commented, noticing his blue eyes shine because of the impatience you were putting him through.

“ i did what you asked me to. so no more playing bef…”

“ before what? what could you possibly do? kill me? you gonna try to drown me, or maybe strangle me.. people talk y’know. look, i don’t have time for your bullshit, I’m in charge right now, this little power struggle isn’t going to get you anywhere. i’m not one of your little friends and i’m not scared of you. i don’t need your money but you need drugs, so who do you think is going to win here? get it together or get out. ”

rafe cameron hated this feeling, the way you making him feel shitty, the way you felt so superior to him with your worlds. it was — too much, too humiliating for him.

he was seething, a mixture of rage and sadness, but above all need and weakness. he needed this drug, as much as he needed you to give it to him now. you were terribly making the blood boil in his bulging veins. his body was tense, and inside his mouth, it was foaming. you could see he could die from this. he would have liked to be able to use violence on you, but he was incapable of doing so. you held him helpless.

"you’ve never been in this position before, but don’t worry, you’ll get used to it."

you brushed aside the strands of his bangs. “just look at that face, you are pretty, i’ll admit it” you traced his lips with your thumb, brushing it softly. with a mocking tone, you said. “ i don’t get how anyone could be intimidated by you, you’re such a baby. or maybe you’re just like this with me. ”

“ don’t call me that. ”

“then don’t give me a reason too. you’re not better than anyone. now relax, let’s just have fun." and you placed a colored pill against your tongue before pulling your lips over his, slowly sliding and driving the drug into his mouth.

you pressed your tongue against his in a mixture of dripping drool, pushing the colored pill against both of your mouths as they sought each other, sharing each other's taste. you claimed him, as you slobbering directly in his tongue, sucking the pill that had passed from one mouth to the other, from his saliva to yours, slipping in your lips and outside his, before returning to him. “ open up, rafe.” and you released the drug down his throat.

you leaned back, a trickle of saliva stretching from his tongue to your parted and swollen lips. you were breathing heavily as if he had stolen your breath during the kiss.

“ we're not done yet. " you replied in his ear, giving his earlobe a lick.

you sat on the edge of the bed again, removing your skirt and panties before spreading your thighs to let him view your perfect and sweet pussy. you placed a new pill on your tongue, caged around your two fingers before a load of drool caused the drug to slide just between your cunt.

“oops, so clumsy.” you scoffed. " you wanna get that or should i ?"

he moved closer, settling between your thighs but you grabbed his face, gently squishing his cheeks like a little boy. “i know with an ego as big as yours it’s hard to say thank you. you should try using your manners once in a while ”

“ stop trying to mess with me, just give me the damn pill.”

“ mmh…asking like that ? surely not. ”

you wedged the drug between the slits of your wet cunt lips. you could feel rafe’s burning gaze on your thighs, but also that this whole situation was turning him on deeply. drugs as much as sex.

he needed that taste again. he was addicted to it. “come on, get your shit.”

and you didn’t need to say it twice, before his mouth was rushed against your pussy, claiming it as his tongue prodding your lips to find the aphrodisiac candy. you moaned at the feeling of him wrecking your dripping cunt, lapping in it through the pill of drugs. you clenched around him, as he slurped into your soppy folds. he slipped it into his mouth, before giving your pussy a strong and heavy lick, while he gripped your left thigh. his nose was big enough to lolling your clit, getting him so ticklish, to gently caressing your skin. the wet tip brushing it. your hips moving at his messy pace. the way he sucked you was just — so good.

you were completely on cloud, the vision of his dirty face buried between your legs, his sweaty bangs ghosting his forehead, his teeths gripping into your cunt, as his tongue circling around your clit, wetness smeared sloppily through his jawline making you even more wet, and getting him hyped by your little and pretty moans that fell into your lips. the slurpy noises of his mouth devouring you in sync with your desperate voice, tongue smacking your bud. you let your hands hold him in a tight hold in his hair, as you lost yourself against him.

your legs were caged above his broad shoulders, while your hips slapped his cheeks harshly. you were sensitive, gurgling and trembling under the weight of his warm tongue as it touched your sensitive spot to the deep, slurping every single drop of juice dripping in and out of your sweet needy cunt. he lapped every corner as a dog, wrapping and curling his breathy lips around your pulsating bud, groaned everytime he feels it tense around him. and jesus — he loved your damn taste.

his breath was warm, fanning over your spreaded slit which was soaked directly on his tongue. his hold was tightened, literally digging into your flesh, as his mouth filled you so well. she looked even bigger in you, getting her way further in your insides. he was so starved, sucking and sucking as your taste was making him feel even more high than drugs. you could literally see stars, and draw them. your vision was blurred as you reached heaven.

his tongue was heavy and slobbery against your dripping pussy, mixed between his own saliva and your own wetness, which made his entire jaw shiny with the mixture. and with that, the ecstacy effect began to build, making the pleasure even stronger and hotter.

the way your body arched as he eaten your pussy like he hadn’t touched anything, licked anything in months.

you had re-slipped a pill to give him even more of an appetite, feeding him like a starving man. you could feel his short cutted grunts against your pussy, as your hips rubbed his face.

your head was spinning, and your stomach was spiraling. it felt so good, but you were so lost. the drugs, the sex, rafe, everything was wonderfully good. why go to heaven when you have everything here?

rafe had never felt so good, he loved cocaine, he cherished this drug that he had broken and which he could no longer live without. but honestly, he liked drugs in general, anything that would make him high and unstable. he needed this to survive.

he sometimes dreamed of being clean, but it was impossible. all this shit was too much — too important for him. when you came in his mouth, releasing all your heavenly juices on his tongue, you blocked his breath by pulling him harder against your soaked and juicy cunt, forcing his throat to gasp, and swallowing everything that came to his cavity.

“ i want to try something with you.” you said in a lower tone, as you reach his pants, his hard and thick dick stretching the fabric.

he followed your gaze to his boner, not aware of what you were talking about, but the way your eyes were fully gawking at it, getting him even more excited, especially with the effect of drugs inside his mind.

“ i want to get high on your cock. doing a line on it…will you let me ? ”

“ you're sick.”

“ well duh, i hang out with you, don’t i?. ”

“ give me that coke, gonna get the line for ya. ” he offered as you handed him the drug.

he couldn't help but sniff the smell of the coke, as his nose was plunged into the white powder, making him even harder.

you can see the volume of his size growing against your eyes. “ can't you stop it, actually ? ”

“ don't be funny. ”

you took down his pants and his boxers. his cock was tense and big, fully erect right in front of your face. he placed the drug in a straight line on his flesh, while you salivated, watching the powder disperse over him.

“ stay still, rafe. ” you gently shouted.

“ do you really think i can control it ? hurry the fuck up. ”

“ don't stress me out. it's my first time doing this. ” you replied as you lowered your face above his stiffened cock, feeling the tense of his body through the hard rock. his curvy tip flopping some precum drop in the air, as your nose pointed toward the drugs.

it was the first time you experimented something like that, and you felt giddy about it. you blocked one of your nostrils before snorting the entire line at once,while rafe held your head during the whole process. his hand gripping tighter in your hair when the coke reached your nose. and you giggled the next second and doing it again just to feel the sensation another time. his dick twitched against your cheeks, tapping your skin with some lazily slaps.

you were about to step back, when he pulled you away by the neck, your hair falling over his grip, and face leaning toward him. “ already done ? don't run away. you gotta clean up your mess first ”

you lapped his cock to get him clean, rolling your tongue over his sensitive length, the fat shaft throbbing over your mouth, as your saliva soaked him. .

you were high — mouth licking innocent with stoned-looking filled with dizzy eyes. you needed more. but the moment you were about to talk, rafe came between your lips, spurting his warm loads inside you.

“ you wanted a thank you ? here it is. now we're done. ”

“ we all know that you will come back to me. ”

“ babe.” he cutted. “ you wish i came back for you’, but we all know why i came back. ”

“ pretend to not like it if you want, but don't forget to say my name when my taste will still drip from your mouth while you're kissing others. ”

“ glad that you're aware that you're not the only one. now, i'm leaving. don't call me. ”

“ don't need to call you when you will be at my door like a dog. ”

“ do i really have to put my dick in that mouth to shut you up ? or you gonna be a big girl and do it alone ? ”

“ oh oh. seems like you’re just looking for an excuse to do it, but your dick isn’t big enough to keep me quiet.”

“ not big enough ? ” he repeated with a smirk. “ keep talking, sweetheart before i'm gonna stretch that mouth open to death with that not-big-enough dick. ” he came closer, towering you with his height “ glad that you love yapping because after that, i can promise you that you will have something to talk for the entire year. now open that mouth. bigger. want to be a whore ? then make daddy fit in. ”

Hawk x Reader *SMUT*

Warnings: Smut

A burning Passion 2

Your heart ached as Hawk took his last few steps out of the dojo, though your brain told you to go after him your feet stayed planted on the ground. Your whole body frozen as you tried to process the words you had only just said minutes prior.

That was a week ago... only seven days and you had manage to make the boy you 'hated' but secretly liked only hate you more. Throughout the course of one week Hawk had manage to not only ignore you, but make rude comments your way, he would give you glares when walking through the hallway, he would give you the cold shoulder and sometimes wouldn't even acknowledge your existence.

Today was no other exception as you did the walk of shame in the hallway, trying to pass by hawk and his Cobra Kai friends. You felt a lump forming in your throat each step you took closer to passing him, your heart rate increased as well as your steps once you got close enough to him; trying to squeeze out quickly and unnoticed.

  But... that didn't go according to plan.

  "Oooo look who it is miss desperate" Kyle says, now that he was apart of cobra Kai he started hanging around them. It had been a few weeks since you had been at the dojo, not wanting to go back to the place where you and Hawk hooked up after giving Johnny his keys back.

  Everyone in the group starts laughing, even Hawk. You stop in your tracks, gripping the strap of your backpack tightly before turning around "You're so lame Kyle, you can't even think of different insults. Pathetic." You throw, glaring daggers.

  Kyle backs down as everyone except hawk 'oooo' and 'boo' him, but of course Hawk couldn't let you take the satisfaction of getting off free.

  "and who are you to speak? You're nothing but a pathetic. Stuck up. Loser." He grits his teeth in vain as his eyes stare daggers into your soul.

  You almost choke on your words, but deciding not to back down you start to speak up "oh fuck you—!" You don't even get to finish before an evil smirk plays on his face.

  "I already fucked you princess" He snickers proudly, hitting one of his friends shoulders while they all start to hype him up.

  Your cheeks start to burn from embarrassment but it was blocked by your natural makeup look which you were now thankful for as you didn't want people to see you so embarrassed and vulnerable. No, you were not giving this to him.

  Your unnoticeable blush of embarrassment fades away as a crazed smirk forms your lips, so much so that it starts to make Hawk a little nerves as he sees how much intention is hidden behind it.

  "That's funny Hawk, because from what I remember... you didn't fuck me that good" You smile, tilting your head in satisfaction.

  You take a step forward to him "in fact, you could've fucked me better that that" you whisper not so unnoticed as you wanted his friends to hear as Kyle starts laughing.

  You smirk as Hawks faces turns into a look of embarrassment as all of his friends look at him, he covers his lip as a habit from the stares. You almost felt bad for him, but he deserved it after the way he treated you the past couple of weeks.

  You turn on your heel before making your way to your first class which also happened to be with Hawk, just before the bell rings you take your seat as the room starts fluttering with teens. The last person entering being an embarrassed Hawk though he still tried to keep his head high.

  The only seat left was next to you and you internally groan as he glares at you walking up to the desk and taking a seat. The minutes passed like hours as you could feel Hawks burning glare and the heat from his skin every now and then.

  Slowly you started having flash backs from a few weeks ago in the dojo...

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

You snap yourself out of your flashback as the heat in between your thighs start to get stronger along with the dampness in your undergarments, you close your eyes and press the palm of your hands against your eyes firmly, in hopes that squeezing your eyes and covering them would make the changes your body was feeling so quickly go away.

Your thighs press firmly together against your jeans as another flashback played in your mind....

  "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.

  Then again you come back to reality as you feel yourself only get more hot and bothered, your thighs start to rub against each other; the jeans making the pain of no pleasure subside. Your breathing picks up slightly and only Hawk seems to notice as you keep clenching your thighs and your face becomes slightly sweaty.

  He doesn't quite catch on yet as another flashback falls into play...

"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.

You were so focused on your flash backs that you didn't even notice Hawk looking at you, slightly worried... until he noticed all your actions. Your thighs rubbing together, obviously trying to conceal something. Your face blaring red and the need to hide your face. He figured it out, as of right now you were horny in the middle of class with thirty students and a teacher, including him.

He let out a silent chuckle as he looked back up at the clock, only five more minutes to go. Your eyes found the clock almost immediately after, needing to see how much time you would have in between for your fifteen minute break.

Five minutes felt more like fifty as your knee bounced into place, nervously. Soon the second bell rung and you didn't waist time in grabbing your backpack and purse before rushing out, leaving your textbook in the desk.

You rush to an empty space between two halls that was a design fail from recent construction taking your bag off your shoulders along with your purse you place both your binder and pocket book in your book bag to get it the way as you leaned on the wall breathing quickly.

"You know princess if needed something why didn't you come to me?" He smirks as he leans his side on the wall.

Your head snaps up as you stand up more into posture "what are you talking about?" You question, fixing your clothes.

"Don't play dumb with me princess, we both know what's up" he walks closer to you, trapping you in between the wall and his chest.

You close your eyes for another moment and just like in the classroom another flashback flooded your mind...

"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 once again snap back into what's reality as your eyes snap open and towards Hawks direction, his smirk never fading. You had enough of being sexually frustrated because of him and he was going to fix, grabbing the hem of his black shirt and twisting it so you could pull him closer you grit your teeth.

"Now you listen hear Hawk I don't care that we're at school, you're going to fuck me and you're going to do it now" You hiss out, pushing his back against one of the side walls.

You would probably never be like this if it wasn't for lust, lust makes you do crazy things. It makes you so desperate, it's a burning passion filled with desire, need, want.

Hawk seemed taken aback by your comment as he swallows thickly, before regaining his composure and letting a smirk slip onto his lips "follow me princess..." he grabs your hand and leads you to a janitors closet, checking if the coast is clear as he leads you in before shutting and locking it from the inside.

  Almost immediately you jump in his arms, his hands grab your thighs holding you closer to his body as he walks over to a desk, using one hand to move everything out of the way before placing you on it. Your lips attached the whole time as you begin fumbling the hem of his red shirt, his hands move to your waist before skimming along the buttons of your jeans, undoing and tugging on the zipper.

You lift your hips up desperately, letting him tug the light washed jeans down your legs. Your hands move down to his bulge that now rested in his shorts, Hawk breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against yours, caressing the side of your face while staring intensely at your lust glazed eyes.

"Hawk please..." You drag out, the lust and his light touch alerted all of your hormones only making you more desperate.

"I thought I didn't fuck you good enough last time" He says smugly as he forces you to look up at him, his hand smushing against your jaw as he grits his teeth.

"We both know that's not true, or you wouldn't be begging for it right now..." Hawk teases as he runs his thumb over your plump, red lips; staring at them intently as his other hand caresses up your thigh getting closer and closer to your covered pussy.

You let out a mild whine as you roll your eyes, annoyed with his actions instead of just getting on with it. You could tell he was definitely having his fun with you by now.

"I'll give you something to roll those beautiful eyes princess..." He hums before a smirk forms on his lips, a mischievous one that is. You could tell there was a hidden meaning behind it as his eyes lit up as if he got an idea.

"Alright... I'll give you what you need..." He whispers close to your ear before getting on his knees while keeping eye contact.

You felt a sense of relief knowing your problem would be fixed even if you didn't get to the real thing yet, he grabs your hips and tilts them upwards as he slides your lace undergarment that was soaked with your wetness, placing them on top of your jeans.

A smirk forms on his lips as he runs his middle finger along your clit, rubbing figure eights before pushing his finger inside of you causing you to let out a light moan. He removes his finger and places it in his mouth, sucking on it before gripping your hips and stuffing his face in between your thighs causing you to squeeze your eyes, gripping onto the back of his head and letting out a couple far fetched moans.

Hawk wraps his lips around your clit sucking and nibbling on the pulsing bud, picking up his pace without warning he pushes two fingers inside of you. Filling you up as he continues to abuse your clit with his mouth, manipulating the situation.

"H-hawk..." You whimper out as you throw your head back in response to his actions, grinding your hips against his face as his fingers hit your g-spot with each move

Hawk smirks against your clit as he continues his actions, letting you get off to his mouth. You could quickly feel your release approaching, and from what you could tell it would be here in no time if his mouth kept working that good.

You were on cloud nine as he keeps getting you closer to your high, the burning sensation moved from your clit to your abdomen as you were only seconds away from your climbing release.

"Hawk! I'm so close...." You manage to say out loud, hawk only continues to circle his tongue around your clit for a few more seconds, really getting you to the brink of your orgasm before he removes all touch, letting your orgasm slowly fade away as your hips jut in the air.

"You don't deserve that orgasm princess" He smirks evilly as he sucks on his fingers.

You look at him with disbelief and anger all written on your face "you do taste good though" He laughs referring to his once soaked fingers from your wetness.

"Are you serious?" You ask angrily, as a whine slips past your lips afterwards.

"Very" He responds as he goes to grip the door handle, soon the third bell rings.

"Well princess, that's the bell..." he points upwards as a signal before exiting the room.

You scoff as you rely on your wobbly legs to help you self put your clothes back on, afterwards you were able to exit the janitors room with no suspicion as a annoyed expression stayed on your face the whole day.

It's safe to say you were in deeper than you thought. But you we're definitely getting him back, whatever it took...

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Part 2! Hope you enjoyed!

— summary: zach is the best boyfriend you’d ever had, he loves you, cares about you, he’s gentle with you.. but his twin brother, rafe, tempts you one night, and you can’t help but fall for it.

— warnings: smut! 18+ cheating!!! drunk!reader, aggressive!rafe, throat fucking, unprotected sex, choking, smacking, praise, degrading, iii think that’s all.

— note: @rafesthroatbaby is the fucking devil for sending me this ask she got for this idea 😩🥵 as always- likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated 🩷

❥ boyfriends brother — r.c

zach. he was the sweetest, most loving man you’d ever had the pleasure of knowing.

he was sexy, captain of the men’s soccer team at your college, he had a good job lined up for him after graduation, he was everything you could have ever dreamed of and more.

but his brother… oh his twin brother, rafe.

rafe was zach’s polar opposite, no interest in sports, or working, he wasn’t sweet, he wasn’t kind or loving, but he was definitely sexy.

it was something about rafe’s mean demeanor that had you soaking your panties anytime he was around, anytime he’d throw a mean remark your way, or anytime he and zach would be arguing, you couldn’t help but ache. the sight of rafe angry, veins bulging in his neck and hands as he shouted the harshest things at his twin brother, it made you feel ways you knew were wrong.

you’d swore you’d never act on your feelings for rafe, swore you’d never let him tempt you. there was no way you’d ever sleep with your boyfriends brother.

and to be fair, you’d kept that promise… until tonight.

zach was out of town for the weekend, celebrating with his team for winning the biggest soccer game of the season. you had been staying at the cameron household for weeks, and this weekend was no different, you were used to being left at their home when zach wasn’t around.

you’re sat on the couch, downing your tenth glass of wine, head buzzing from the alcohol that was coursing through your veins. you were getting ready to call it a night, standing from your spot on the couch when a familiar low and raspy voice says your name, making your muscles tense, arousal already beginning to soak your panties.

“what’re you doing? drinking all by yourself?”

you glance up, eyes meeting rafe’s bright blue ones. he was wearing nothing but a pair of baby blue sweatpants that hung low on his hips, his perfectly tanned and toned chest and abdomen on display.

you shakily move your hand to grab your wine glass and the half drank bottle from the table, stuttering out a response in the process. “uh… y-yeah. i- the alcohol helps me.. uh- it helps me sleep”

rafe takes a step toward you, his head hung low before he slowly lifts it back up, eyes scanning the length of your body. you suck in a shaky breath, rolling your head from side to side as you try and gain your composure.

“yeah? you know what helps me sleep..” he pauses, taking a few more slow steps toward you until he’s standing directly in front of you, his large hands making their way to your face and pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “sex.. yeah it uh, it helps me sleep”

you tense underneath his touch, the feeling of his fingers brushing over your skin sending a shiver down your spine.

you swallow thickly, dropping your gaze to the floor beneath you, “uh, yeah.. that uh, that’s a good way to sleep too”

rafe places his index finger and thumb on your chin, lifting your head back up, forcing your eyes on him. you feel your breathing accelerate, your heart pounding so loudly in your chest you were sure he could hear it.

he dips his head down, lips ghosting over yours. you press your palms firmly against his chest, trying to shove him back, but he grips at your wrists with his free hand, shoving them back down to your sides, “don’t try and tell me you don’t think of me in the ways i think of you, i know you want me. zach doesn’t know how to properly take care of a girl like you, a fucking whore. you need to be fucked like the whore you are”

“r-rafe. i-i can’t. i.. this is wrong, i-i love zach”

rafe chuckles darkly, his hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing tightly. he pushes you down onto your knees, his free hand shoving his sweats and boxers down his legs, his large cock springing free.

“i love zach” he mocks, “i know you don’t fucking love him, if you did, you wouldn’t give me those desperate ‘fuck me’ eyes every single fucking time you see me. now, be a good fucking girl, and suck my cock, yeah?”

you glance up at him, his normally bright blue eyes now dark, glazed over with lust. he releases his grip on your throat, his hand making its way into your hair and tugging. you swallow thickly before spitting down into your palm, slowly wrapping your hand around his thick length. you begin slowly pumping at his cock, pulling low groans from him.

you dip your head down, licking a long stripe up the underside of his shaft, leaving soft kisses to his swollen head, licking up the precum that had leaked from the tip. you hum in satisfaction when you taste him, finally wrapping your lips around his head and swirling your tongue around it. you slowly push more of his throbbing cock into your mouth, a slow and steady pace made as you bobbed your head up and down his length.

rafe tightens his grip in your hair, shoving himself fully down your throat and keeping you stuck, nose pressed against his pelvis. you begin gagging around him, his dick lodged deep in your throat pulling tears from your eyes, drool running down the sides of your mouth and his balls.

he harshly pulls your head back, his cock slipping from your mouth with a loud pop. you begin gasping for air, sucking in deep breaths. he grasps at his cock, slapping his tip against your cheek before slowly sliding himself back into your mouth, hips harshly thrusting in and out of your mouth, his swollen head beating at the back of your throat.

he continues his harsh thrusts, the sounds of your gagging and his low groans bouncing off the walls of the living room. his thrusts grow sloppy, dick pulsing in your mouth, signaling his impending release before he quickly pulls himself from your mouth.

you whine, the need of wanting to taste him strong, “raaaafe! why’d you do that? wanted to taste you” you pout.

he lands a harsh slap across your cheek, your neck snapping to the side. your hand flys to your cheek, rubbing at the spot as tears filled your eyes, “wh-what was th-” you begin to ask, but your words die, a squeal pulled from you when rafe yanks you off your knees.

his hands fly to the waistband of your silk sleep shorts, pulling them down your legs along with your panties. he grips at your thighs, giving a light tap against your ass, “jump” he demands, and you quickly obey.

your wrap your legs around his hips, his hard cock pressing firmly against your clit. rafe places one arm completely underneath your ass, keeping you upright while he free hand forces its way between the two of you, grasping his cock and sliding his head through your arousal slick entrance.

you begin whimpering, the head of his cock pushing into you slowly and then being pulled right back out. you gasp when he finally sinks himself inside of you, his tip stroking at your gspot, cock splitting you in half.

“holy fuck! rafe!”

he buries his head into the crook of your neck, mouth attacking at the skin as he starts fucking himself up into your pussy.

you’re a moaning mess, strings of curses and shouts of his name falling past your lips as he walks you toward a wall, your back being harshly pinned against it. rafe uses both hands to hold you upright, his palms tightly gripping at the plump flesh, his cock relentlessly pounding into you.

“fuck! feel s’good, tell me, who fucks you better? hmmm? me or my fucking brother?”

you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, tears pricking at your eyes as the realization of what you’re doing finally hits you. this was your boyfriends brother.. you were betraying zach, he would be heartbroken if he ever found out.

tears begin streaming down your face, a mix of pain and pleasure rushing through your body. rafe’s demanding voice and hand squishing at your cheeks has you snapping back into reality.

“fucking answer me! who fucks this pussy better?”

you whimper, “i-i.. fuck! rafe! i can’t”

rafe slows his thrusts, his mouth finding yours and leaving a hot, searing kiss to your lips. he pulls himself back, continuing his slow and sensual thrusts inside of you, “go on, fucking say it. i fuck this pussy better than zach. s’not that hard, little fucking slut loves being fucked by her boyfriends brother”

you whimper when he harshly thrusts up, your inner walls clenching around him tightly as your orgasm threatens to burst from you.

“say it!” rafe shouts, his brutal thrusts picking up in pace.

you let your head fall forward, face buried in the crook of his neck as you shout, “fuck! you fuck me better than zach! fuck rafe, ‘m gonna cum!”

rafe chuckles, “fuckin’ knew it! go on baby, soak my fucking cock, be a good fucking girl f’me and cum all over me”

the mix of his harsh thrusts and his words have you tumbling over the edge, your arousal squirting out of you and soaking rafe’s cock and thighs.

he continues fucking himself up into you, his hips stuttering and dick pulsing, “fuck, gonna fill you up with my cum, you fuckin’ want that? wanna have my cum inside your greedy little pussy?”

“y-yes! please cum inside me, rafe! i need it so badly!”

his hips stutter, his dick twitching inside you, the thick white ropes of his cum spilling inside you and painting your inner walls.

his thrusts slow, slipping his now softening cock from inside you and placing your feet back onto the ground. the room is silent, rafe turning on his heels and making his way toward his discarded sweatpants.

you awkwardly make your way toward the couch, grabbing your panties and shorts off the floor and pulling them up your legs. you watch as rafe makes his way into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing himself a water.

“uh… rafe-” you begin, but he cuts you off.

“you don’t want zach to know, right?”

you awkwardly chuckle, “uh.. yeah. please, zach can never find out about this.. i- i really do love him”

rafe takes a quick sip from his water, pulling the bottle from his lips and smirking at you, “that’s fine. under one condition”

you narrow your eyes in confusion, your head slightly tilted to the side as you wait on him to finish.

“i get to fuck you whenever i want”

your eyes nearly pop out of your head, was he fucking crazy? there was no way you would do this again, no matter how badly you wanted to.

“what? rafe, we can’t ever do this again!”

rafe takes two long strides toward you, his hand making its way onto your cheek, “that’s the rule baby. i get to fuck you whenever i want, and zach never finds out”

you nervously chew at the skin on your bottom lip, contemplating what to say.

“i- fine! fine, if that’s what it takes.. but rafe.. i- this isn’t right, he’s your brother!”

rafe snorts out a laugh, “and? i don’t give a fuck, you’re mine now. mine to use, mine to fuck. whenever i want. night princess, i’ll see you tomorrow”

he makes his way toward the spiral staircase, disappearing up the stairs and leaving you dumbfounded and confused. what had you gotten yourself into?

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Miguel Diaz X Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood and fighting

Take care of You

  The last thing you would've expected was for your boyfriend to ship up at your house.... beaten up and covered in bruises.

  You were shocked to say the least, I mean Miguel hardly ever showed up to your house beaten up if at all. To say you were worried was an understatement.

  "Hey Y/n- can I come in?" Miguel asks lowly, grunting in pain while holding his right side.

  "Oh Miguel...." You gasp as you gently grab his arm and lead him inside, closing the door behind you.

  Leading him up your stars you wrap his arm around your shoulder and hold onto his waist as you slowly lift him up each step, seeing as he was limping again.

  Helping him to the bathroom you flip the switch so you had light and were able to see, you close the toilet lid and grab onto Miguel's arm and gently place him down sitting on the surface.

  While Miguel holds onto his side you kneel down and grab a first aid kit, before opening it up and taking out all the supplies you'd need for his wounds.

  Grabbing a clean rag you damp it with some cool water before kneeling down to Miguel and cleaning off little splotches of blood that exists on his face.

  Miguel sighs tiredly, but soon groans of pain on his right side. "Baby... what happened?" You ask softly before gently pushing his back against the toilet and adjusting his hips so you could lift up his shirt.

  "Kyler and his friends jumped me on the way home-" He whimpers as you lift up his shirt to see the damage on his side.

  The first thing you see is a huge purple bruise on his side, a cut resting on his side as well while you wince bitting down on your bottom lip before grabbing some peroxide.

  You sigh nervously as you open the lid and pour some onto a cotton pad "alright baby, this may... hurt a bit so squeeze my hand if you need" You admit softly handing your hand to him, letting him hold onto it tightly.

  Miguel nods lightly as he gulps before letting out a breath, you let out a worried sigh as press the peroxide up against his wound, it wasn't deep enough to need stitches but it was deep enough to burn.

  "F*ck!" Miguel curses as he lets out a whimper, arching his back and gritting his teeth as he squeezes your hand.

  He lets go of your hand as you put your hand that he released and lay it on his left side with no wounds or bruises and rub up and down soothingly.

  "Good boy... you did good baby" You praise as you grab some anti biotic and place some on a patch bandaid you recently opened before placing it securely on his wound causing Miguel to let out a deep breath; relieved that it's over.

  You kiss the bandaid and around his stomach before grabbing some more peroxide and a cotton pad and putting your legs on either side of him and resting against the toilet so you could be face level with him.

  Gripping his chin lightly for him to look up at you, you dab the cotton pad on his busted lip and a few scratches on his face before adding anti biotic and leaving it to air heal.

  "There you go baby, all done for the fixing up" You smile, before gently pressing a kiss at the corner of his lips and down his chin causing his cheeks to redden.

  "Alright we need to put an ice pack on the eye okay" You say softly, while Miguel nods.

  You put the supplies back up before grabbing his hand and leading him to your room, helping him kick off his shoes and light jacket you place him on the bed and place a light cover over his shacking figure.

  "I'll be right back" You inform before rushing down stairs and grabbing a ice pack and some drinks and a couple snacks, figuring Miguel was probably hungry.

  Rushing back upstairs you hand the ice pack to Miguel letting him place it on his eye and sitting the snacks in the middle of the bed and the drinks on the side tables.

  Climbing to the other side of your bed you rest up against the head board "thank you Y/n, really...." Miguel says sincerely.

  "Of course baby, anything for you... but may I ask why you came here instead of heading back home?" You question softly.

  Miguel sighs and turns to look at you "My mom doesn't know I do karate, she thinks I'm in the AP debate club and that's where I spend my after school time..." He admits.

  "and I know is she knew about it she wouldn't approve of the violence but I really enjoying doing karate!" Miguel fits.

  "and I thought I was ready..." He admits before looking down ashamed.

  "Miguel don't think like that, you're doing amazing. I've seen you practice with Johnny and with a little more defense you'll be amazing.... as always" You praise causing Miguel to smile bashfully at your praising, which you've been doing a lot today.

  "Thank you babe, it really means a lot to me" He admits shyly.

  "Of course anytime you need it love" You encourage.

  "I meant every word" You say sincerely as you press a kiss up against his lips, Miguel reacting immediately and melting into the kiss.

  "I brought us some snacks..." You smile knowingly.

  Miguel smiles as you hand him a couple bags of chips, and some candy. "Does your mom know your here?" You question curiously.

  Miguel nods, swallowing some of the snacks he stuffed in his mouth "I texted her on my way here" He smiles as you lean your head on his shoulder gently.

You both continue to eat snacks and joke around, occasionally changing the ice pack every few hours before soon you both settle down and cuddle, Miguel's head on your chest.

The last words you heard before falling asleep came from Miguel and they were "I don't know what I would do without you Y/n, I'm madly in love with you..."

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This was requested!!!!

sad rafe edit i just made… tiktok; chxrryhansenn 😛

♡ it’s that time of year again, and kook!sweetheart!reader is here and ready to kiss for charity in her annual kissing booth! however, rafe is first in line.. and a peck on the cheek is not the only thing he’s interested in

warnings: s1!rafe, flirty banter, dirty talk, heavy petting, fingering, overstimulation, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), hair pulling, multiple orgasms

a/n: now presenting… ‘KISSING BOOTH’ 🤍 i was so obsessed with this idea, i had came up with it last year but decided i should wait for valentine’s day to write it, so to say it’s been a long time coming is an understatement! i’m so excited for this valentine’s day celebration, i hope you all will love it <3

link: VALENTINE’S DAY CELEBRATION ໒꒰ྀི｡- ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

wc: 1.5k

“wow, it looks like cupid threw up in here.” you smiled at the familiar voice, your best friend rolling her eyes when she saw the way your cheeks heated at rafe’s teasing words. while she thought rafe was annoying and insufferable, you absolutely adored him, always laughing at his lame jokes and letting him hold you close at parties as if to let everyone know that you were off limits. “you don’t like the way i decorated the booth?” you pouted up at him as he leaned over the front counter, a smug grin gracing his features. “yeah, it’s cute..” he trailed off, “but are you really gonna kiss some random assholes for a fuckin’ dollar?”

you sighed, pointing towards the tip jar. “it’s for charity, rafe.. and i’m not really ‘kissing’ anyone, i’m barely grazing their cheek!” rafe scoffed before studying you for a moment. you were such a pretty thing, the idea of some losers waiting in line to get something as little as a peck from you made his blood boil. “how much money do you have to make today?” he was fishing in his pocket for his wallet before you even answered. “i would like to make at least three hundred dollars.” you watched him curiously as he managed to get some crisp bills out of the expensive leather.

“i’ll do you one better, and give you five hundred dollars to ditch this joint right now.” you blinked, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. “are you serious?” he dropped the money in the jar that you decorated with pink heart-shaped stickers and red rhinestones. “yeah, but i don’t just want a kiss..” he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “i’d rather see those pretty, sparkly lips wrapped around my cock instead, yeah?” you felt butterflies flutter in your tummy, your needy gaze meeting his own. “come on, baby.” he took your hand in his, his thumb rubbing into your skin.

swallowing thickly, you glanced over at your bestie. “i can’t leave her to do this all by herself..” just as you were going to apologize and tell him maybe another time, she took the money out of the jar and placed it into an envelope. “i’m gonna go turn this money in to the charity organizers and close up shop, ‘looks like the boys of kildare will have to be kissed by someone else today.” you giggled, motioning for rafe to come inside once your friend left. he wasted no time, locking the wooden door shut as you closed the window, moving the silky red curtain over the glass.

rafe’s hands were palming the soft flesh of your ass in an instant, his large hands shamelessly flipping up your skirt to get a better grip on your skin. despite the small amount of pain he drew from squeezing you so hard, you still moaned blissfully when he took you in a sloppy kiss, his tongue wetting your bottom lip in the process. “you’re so sweet, y’know that? letting me have my way with you like this.” without warning, rafe took ahold of your thighs before hiking you up onto the counter. “i’ve been wanting to know how you taste for so long..” he groaned, both of you moaning as he rubbed you through your panties.

moving your hands to run down his chest, you and rafe shared a look before he slowly peeled back the pink lace. “all i gotta do is chat you up, and you’re already soaked like this?” he laughed incredulously, “fuck, you’re just dying for it.” you couldn’t help but whimper when he gathered the pool of slick between your folds, circling your clit slow and hard before popping his digits into his mouth. “rafe!” you’re shocked but so turned on at the same time, the look of pure disbelief on your face making him smile in amusement. “as much as i’d love to eat this sweet pussy, i need to feel you wrapped around me even more.”

fingertips hooking in the waistband of your panties, rafe slid the material down your legs before placing them in his pocket. “i’m keeping these for later, ‘that alright?” you nodded frantically, spreading your thighs open for him before he stroked your glossy slit. “m’gonna stretch you out just right..” you gasped, your eyebrows knitting together as he slowly inserted his middle finger. “shit, you’re so tight.” he smiled down at you, watching as you struggled to keep your eyes open. “if you think this is a stretch, just wait til’ i have my cock inside of you.”

rafe was knuckle deep at this point, your pretty moans giving him all the encouragement he needed to insert another finger. “oh, god!” your heel clad feet began shaking when his palm met your swollen clit, the pressure making you keen. rafe fisted your ponytail, pulling your head down so you could watch him curl his digits in order to hit that soft, gummy spot inside of you. your top was out of place, your tits threatening to spill out of your bra as rafe used his free hand to keep your chin pointed down. the closer you got to your orgasm, the more you tried to pull away from him, the intensity of your climax already coiling tight in your tummy.

rafe let go of your hair and pinned you down by your hip as he pushed you over the edge, the band in your stomach finally snapping as you came undone. you cried out, your nails raking down his forearm as he hissed at the stinging sensation. “you’re doing so fucking good, holy shit!” he cursed, the sound of your slick juices making your cheeks heat. you shook and writhed beneath him, your heart beating in your ears as you felt the pure unadulterated pleasure wrack through your system. surely, it couldn’t get better than this.. right?

wrong.

rafe wasn’t lying when he said the stretch from his fingers was nothing compared to the stretch of his cock, the tip of his length now kissing your poor cervix with each thrust. “t-too much! rafe, slow down!” he ignored your pleas, instead taking your arms and pinning them to your back so you couldn’t push against his abs anymore. you swore if it wasn’t for him holding your leg up, you would’ve fallen to the ground already. “ah, nah you got it, pretty girl.” he leaned down, pressing kisses to your shoulder. “this is all you, sweetheart, you’re sucking me in like a fucking vice.” he panted.

rafe was close, but he meant what he said earlier— he needed to see you on your knees for him, he needed to see those swollen lips wrapped around his cock just like how he’s imagined for so long. just when rafe felt like he was going to fill up your cunt, he pulled out, quickly pushing you to the floor so he could use your throat instead. you’ve given him complete control, and the power to throw you around as he got you on your knees, kicking your thighs apart so he could see the mess you made between your legs. rafe nearly came when he saw you open your mouth so willingly for him, almost like it was your instinct to take him whole.

taking the hem of his shirt between his teeth, rafe kept the cotton material out of the way as he slid between your lips with ease. you were so warm and so wet, and just so, so, so pretty with your mouth full, he took a breath before tugging at the roots of your hair. “make me fuckin’ cum,” your eyes widened slightly when he whimpered, the sound making you take him even further until your nose was nudging at his base, “oh, what the fuck, what the fuck—” he was done for as soon as you swallowed around him, your eyes watering with tears as you felt the warm ropes of his seed paint your throat.

rafe kept your head in place, his jaw slack as he emptied himself inside of you. it wasn’t until you tapped on his leg that he pulled you off, a strangled gasp leaving your lips as you finally sucked in a breath. he felt dazed, just the same way you did. “damn, sweetheart, should i bribe you more often?” you laughed, accepting the hand he held out for you. standing up on shaky legs, rafe got his shorts on, helping you readjust your clothing shortly after. “you don’t have to bribe me..” despite just doing the most filthiest things you’ve ever done, you still couldn’t help but feel shy underneath the intensity of his stare.

rafe kissed you, taking your hand in his before placing another kiss to your knuckles. “come on,” he poked his head out of the booth to make sure no one was around, “let’s get you back to my place, i need to get my head between those thighs like asap.”