warning(s): this work contains a MAJOR season three spoiler! but other than that just fluff? might be on the hurt/comfort side just a smidge
a/n: he looks so BOYFRIEND in this outfit! i’ve been having so much writer’s block i haven’t written in a year at least, but my babygirl mila @msgorillagripcoochie inspired me with this idea <3 this isn’t canon rafe btw literally none of my work is canon compliant
Steam fogged the mirrors of the en-suite bathroom, slowly dissipating with the cooler air being let in from the bedroom. White towel hanging around his hips, Rafe sat at the edge of the bed you shared, staring down the vast space of the walk-in closet.
Fidgeting with the ring on his finger, nerves coursed through his body, and it was in times like these that he remembered the days of drinking scotch before 11am. But that was a thing of the past, he reminded himself just as quickly as the thought popped into his mind.
Today he was meeting with an old teacher from his alma mater, who grew to be one of his favorites. Probably his only favorite.
Rafe was never a scholar or anything, something Ward didn’t allow him to forget. He just learned differently, from someone like Sarah who could barely show up to school three times a week and still pass every exam.
It wasn’t until Rafe found himself with a 67% in his social studies class and less than a month left in the semester to turn his grade around that he was forced to attend office hours.
The first day was embarrassing. He felt like an idiot in the first place, seeing as his horrible grades pretty much spoke for themselves. But even more so now that he had to stay longer at school because he was an idiot.
Rafe stayed silent for the most part. Letting the professor do most of the talking, letting him know which assignments and topics he needed to perform well on to end the class with a passing grade.
It wasn’t until that Friday, his professor knocked some sense into him.
« “You know you’ll never learn anything if you don’t ask questions, right?”
Rafe rolled his eyes, tired of sitting prisoner in the chair of his teacher’s office. “What do you want me to ask?”
“Anything.”
“I don’t have questions.” He lied unconvincingly.
“Every time I teach you, Rafe, I can see the gears turning in your head. You’re a smart kid. But I can’t help you excel if you don’t engage. I get it, alright. I felt stupid asking a bunch of questions in front of everyone in school too but I need you to be receptive. Help me help you, Mr. Cameron.”
“I don’t know where to start.”
“Okay. We can start with assigning you a peer tutor.”
Rafe wanted to laugh. Or cry, he wasn’t sure. The whole thing was just ridiculous to him at this point.
“She’ll be someone you can talk with about the material, ask questions to, someone you can trust to help you get back on track. Are you familiar with Y/n Y/ln?” »
Little did he know, Mr. Murphy would be getting the boot by the school board. Something about budget cuts, as if the kook parents of the island didn’t give enough donations to the school to keep the water fountains at a perfectly cold temperature.
Not because their books were falling apart or because their desks were chipping. Because people are selfish, and the new headmistress of the academy felt like the money could be better spent remodeling her office. It was laughable, really.
Today, that professor was back on the island, and reached out to Rafe to meet with him following the news of Ward’s death. Not that he mentioned that specifically in his email, though it was mostly implied that he’d wanted to check up on Rafe after everything.
And with all the questions he’d probably be asked today during this lunch with his old mentor, all he could ponder over was what he was going to wear. Perhaps it was a method of procrastination, to get his mind off of everything else.
Rafe sighed. “Y/n?”
At hearing his voice echoing through the house, you slid your bookmark in between the pages and followed his voice upstairs into your shared bedroom.
“You called?”
“I need your help.”
Your eyebrows raised involuntarily at the sight before you; no matter how many times you’d seen Rafe almost naked (and actually naked), he never failed to make your heart skip a beat.
“Help getting dressed?”
He nods, confirming that you’re always good at reading his mind. “Dress me, please?”
You chuckled, pulling some articles of clothing from the hangers and drawers. It was just lunch, so it wasn’t like he needed anything too business-y. His striped blue and orange shirt had always been one of your favorites, though he seemed to look good in almost anything.
You threw a pair of boxers over to him, keeping your back turned as you still rummaged through the closet. No matter how irresistible he was, there wasn’t any time for funny business this morning.
“There’s no need to be nervous, y’know. Mr. Murphy has always liked you.”
How do you always know what he’s thinking, damnit. “Yeah. I guess.”
He pulled the striped shirt over his head while you found pants for him to wear.
“Just don’t want him to think I’m still the same loser I was back then.”
“You’ve never been a loser, Rafe.”
“Maybe not in your eyes.” His lips stretched into a small smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He put on the pants you picked for him, sitting back down to look up at you.
“Definitely not in my eyes.”
His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer so his head rested on your stomach. The tips of your fingernails lightly scratched the back of his neck as you embraced.
“Do you remember the science fair? Freshman year?”
Rafe hummed in response. “Ward thought it was stupid. I asked him to come and he didn’t. Said he would be too embarrassed when I lost.”
“And then what happened? You won the whole damn thing.”
“I won the whole damn thing.” He smiled against your skin, repeating your words softly.
“You’ve never been a loser.”
Kneeling down, you placed your hands on his thighs, and gave him a sweet kiss.
“You’ve already accomplished so much.” You affirmed, reminding him of the businesses he had taken over since Ward died. Still, Rafe was unsure if he could rise to the occasion.
You took the ends of his jeans and cuffed them, knowing he’s terrible at doing it himself. They always come out uneven. And conveniently enough, he likes spending these quiet moments together. Neither of you would trade them for anything.
“I married you.” He cooed, taking your left hand in his and letting his thumb glide across the ring on your finger. “Best decision I’ve ever made.”
“That it was.” You cheesed, letting him pull you up to straddle him. “Next time you think you’re not accomplished, Rafey…” You peppered soft kisses to his jawline. “Remember that you’ve got me.”
WARNINGS: NON-CONSENSUAL CONSENT, DUBIOUS CONSENT, NON-CONSENSUAL DRUG USE, extreme domination, possessive behavior, bondage play, choking kink, etc. 18+ readers only
PAIRING(S): Dark!Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: in which Rafe Cameron comes back for more.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is an extremely dark writing that contains extremely dark content that may be triggering to some. Warnings are mentioned above, so please read with caution. With that being said, I hope you angels enjoy part 2 of When the Bad Guy Wins!
Perhaps it was the force of her temper, but when Y/N slept, she slept like one dead. JJ used to profusely complain when her alarm woke him up on weekends while she'd continue to slumber undisturbed. When she finally did open her eyes, she was wide awake. Though uncertain of the time, it was clearly well into the night.
Lazily getting out of bed, Y/N went to the black table and opened a bottle of water. Realizing she was quite dehydrated, she chugged half the large bottle in one go, considering her surroundings. Moonlight streamed in through the window, giving the furniture a rustic appearance.
Going over to the window, Y/N cupped her hands around her face, trying to see through the opaque tint that clouded her vision. Since her arrival, she'd not heard any noise from outside.
"With my luck, he probably owns the whole fucking neighborhood.” She muttered out loud, trying to peer through the glass.
"Not exactly.” Rafe said humorously, right behind her.
Y/N screamed in fright and spun around, pressing a clenched fist against her thudding heart. "Don't do that.” She gasped, shakily. "Don't creep up on me like that." How the fuck did she not hear him approach? Who was he, Batman?
"I'm sorry.” He replied, visibly trying not to laugh. "I didn't exactly sneak up on you."
"What time is it?" Y/N asked warily, edging away from him toward the bed. He was only in his pants, and his wide, bare chest expanded as he sighed.
"It's late.” Rafe informed her, idly rubbing a hand along his large bicep. "I was just passing by and thought I'd check on you."
"Yeah, well, it's late.” She retorted, diverting her eyes from his tall, half-naked figure. "So, you should leave."
There was something about his manner that convinced her his presence was no mere coincidence. Y/N strongly suspected he'd been outside her door the whole time.
"But you're not tired.” Rafe observed, moving forward and reaching out to affectionately run his hand through her hair. “And since we're both wide awake, I thought we could have some fun together.” Rafe proposed and pulled a condom out of his pocket.
"Fuck, no.” Y/N snapped. Jerking her head back and crossing her arms, she was annoyed that she enjoyed the feel of his fingers through her hair, his physical nearness. "Go away. I'm exhausted."
Knowing she was in a cat and mouse situation, Y/N held her ground, knowing the moment she panicked or flew into a temper, he'd be on her.
"I'll unchain you.” Rafe offered persuasively, fully expecting her rejection. "And I'll do all the heavy lifting. Come on, Y/N. It'll be fun."
"Not for me.” She stammered, the fear creeping into her eyes as he moved closer, trapping her between him and the bed. “Rafe, please.”
Rafe ended her speech with his mouth, gathering her in his arms and crushing her to his bare chest. When she tried to twist her face away, he moved one hand between them and firmly seized her chin, holding her head steady beneath his kiss.
Y/N moaned protestingly around his tongue, but in his mind, he converted it to a moan of encouragement. He pressed his fingers into her cheeks, forcing her mouth open wider, while his other hand roamed down her waist and curved over her ass and squeezed.
Becoming dizzy under Rafe’s attentions and unable to ignore the deliciously warm scent of his skin against her, Y/N tried to wriggle away. This only served to enhance his excitement, as she rubbed her body against him.
Finally releasing her from the kiss, Rafe stared into her eyes possessively, silently telling her she belonged to him. The intensity of his expression startled Y/N, all traces of humor vanished from the blue of his eyes, as they heatedly fixed on her face.
"I need you, Y/N.” Rafe said heavily, watching her eyes nervously flicker across his handsome features, scared to meet his gaze for too long. "Do you understand?" He persisted, quickly tilting her chin to make her face him. "You're my future. You're my everything."
"Oh, shit.” Y/N weakly replied, cringing at his words. Could the situation get any worse?
"It's going to take a very long time, I know.” He admitted. “But it'll be worth it. You'll learn."
"I won't.” She whispered, briskly shaking her head in disbelief, irritated by the arousal pulsing throughout her, just from being in his arms. "I'll never feel anything for you, Rafe, except hate. You're nothing to me.” She was abruptly silenced as Rafe’s large hand roughly darted up to cover her mouth.
"Careful, Y/N.” He breathed, tightening his fingers across her jaw warningly, before releasing her and tapping the end of her cute nose.
Pushing her back onto the bed, the seriousness left his face and Rafe smiled smugly, enjoying the way her eyes angrily glittered at him in the moonlight.
"I despise you.” Y/N said quietly, watching him with loathing. Running her eyes over his toned, naked torso, she gave herself a mental shake as a sharp thrill of desire shot up her spine. What was wrong with her?
"Perhaps.” Rafe replied, giving her a saucy look. “But your body doesn't. It most definitely won't since you drank the water."
As Y/N’s horrified eyes darted to the half-full bottle on the table, he held up both hands in surrender.
"It's not my style, but guilty as charged. Don't worry, it's a harmless supplement." Rafe grinned, sadistically.
"You fucking drugged me?” Y/N exclaimed in dismay, raking both hands through her hair.
Rafe ignored her and casually plucked the condom from his pocket, pushing his pants down to his ankles and stepping out of them. He wasn't wearing underwear, and she hurriedly turned away from the naked sight of him.
“I'm going to leave you chained.” Rafe clarified, tearing the condom wrapper with his teeth and efficiently applying it to his cock. "Because I don't trust you."
Though she knew there was no point, Y/N began to edge backward on the bed, looking around for help. She started as she felt his weight add to the mattress, and defensively held out two hands as his warm chest pressed close above her, forcing her onto her back.
"Why do you fight me? I'm crazy about you.” Rafe murmured against her throat, and she jumped as he hooked his fingers over both sides of her pants and pull down.
"No, Rafe.” Y/N gasped, feeling a warm hand cup her naked pussy, deftly part her lips and gently circle her clit.
Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped open as Rafe caressed her pussy with his mouth. His hands stroked up her thighs and seized her hips as she tried to wriggle away. She moaned in frustration, feeling her lower body heat up and her juices begin to flow.
"Oh, yes.” Rafe breathed against her inner-thigh, slowly dipping a finger inside her to verify her wetness, and gently spread it around her clit.
Leaning forward to give her pussy a lingering kiss, Rafe tugged her pants all the way to her ankles and freed one of her legs, leaving the pants caught around the other chained ankle. Then, he promptly lunged forward and buried his face between her thighs.
Y/N stared blindly up at the ceiling, well-aware she was about to lose another battle. Her rapid breathing seemed to catch as Rafe’s lips and tongue expertly worked on her pussy, his warm hand sensually rubbing up and down her thigh. She arched in pleasure as his hand travelled up her body, under her shirt to seize her breast.
Rafe moved up her body and sneaked his other hand under her shirt, both hands fondling her breasts and flicking her nipples through the sleek satin. She could hear his uneven breathing and opened her eyes to meet his dark gaze.
"Tell me you want me.” Rafe demanded hoarsely, kneading her breasts, feeling her body warm to his attentions. Though she writhed with pleasure, Y/N stubbornly shook her head.
With a smug half-smile, he shifted forward, and his cock gently dabbed against sections of her pussy, setting her on fire with lust. He heard her breathing heighten as she shifted beneath him, trying to get a hold on herself.
"Come on, baby.” Rafe encouraged, lining up with her pussy and easing forward, not enough to enter, just enough to drive her crazy. "You can do it.” He breathed, watching her teeth clench in her fight for control.
"Get fucked.” Y/N snarled, but her eyes burned with unfulfilled desire.
"Get fucked?" He echoed tauntingly, squeezing in half an inch. Y/N quickly closed her eyes and turned her face away as she moaned. "You want me inside you, we both know you do.” Rafe grinned his victory. "I want to hear it. And I'm going to hear it, because I can do this all night."
Pulling out, he again pressed around her entrance, and Y/N whimpered. Then he slipped in again, this time a full inch, and her chest instantly arched in response, her pouting lips parted in sweet ecstasy. Rafe paused, savouring her pained expression, delighting in her torment.
When he continued to be still, her eyes fluttered open and Y/N gazed up at him desperately. He took a deep, shuddering breath, wishing he could take a picture of her gorgeous face, her stunning eyes clearly begging him for mercy, and carry it around in his wallet.
"Now, you know how it feels.” Rafe gloated, mockingly. "Now, you know what it's like to pin for something that's right there, and have to wait for it. Should I give it to you, Y/N? Do you want it now, baby?"
Swallowing, she gave him the smallest of nods, and he burst out laughing. "I'm sorry.” He chuckled, and her pretty face constricted with frustration as he pulled out, again resting his cock here and there against her increasingly sensitive pussy. “That's just not good enough."
"I want you.” Y/N uttered, her small frame trembling beneath him with an insatiable longing.
"What else?" Rafe asked smugly, squeezing into her an inch, feeling the abundant wetness gathered about her entrance. Wide eyed, Y/N stared at him imploringly.
"Nuh-uh, baby. Don't give me those puppy eyes.” He grinned, and she squealed with exasperation as he pulled out again. Their eyes meet, his cock still on her entrance, and she bit her bottom lip, then tried to buck her hips, wanting to feel his cock inside her.
“I want you inside me, Rafe.” Y/N winced, her pride in the dust as she begged him for a fucking.
If someone had told her about it earlier, she'd have scornfully disbelieved such sexual torture existed, but now she was certain of it. It was teetering on the brink of an orgasm, only to have it linger, dancing just out of reach.
After such a build up, the idea of an experiencing a fleeting dud of an orgasm, when there was a perfect tool ready to do the job, seemed the worst thing in the world. Seeing him hesitate, not finished teasing her, Y/N lost it.
“Fuck!" She swore, frantically reaching down to wrap her hand around his length and guide him into her, but his hips stayed steady, even as she bucked upward.
"Yes, Y/N?" Rafe queried in an aggravating singsong voice, raising an eyebrow.
"Fuck me, Rafe.” She begged, breaking down. "Please, I need you so bad.”
Rafe seized her hips and rolled onto his back, lifting her into his lap. Holding her just over his cock, he smiled as she desperately nodded at him, her mouth opening to form an ecstatic 'O' when his cock pressed against her pussy.
"Talk to me, baby.” He panted. “Tell me what you want."
"I want you.” She insisted, restlessly gripping his wrists, trying to make him loosen his hold on her waist so she could slide down.
"Come on, Y/N.” Rafe goaded, massaging her bare hips with his thumbs. "Who do you want?"
"You. I want you so bad, Rafe.” She cried out heatedly, trying to push down on him. But he was strong, and his arms easily held her above him. "I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me.“
"Tell me you love me.” Rafe demanded, wanting to see how far he could push her, carefully concealing the fact he was over the moon. Never in a million years would he have dared hope she'd be in such a state over him. It was perfect.
Y/N’s beautiful eyes flared with both horror and hesitancy, as her body screamed at her to do it. What would it matter? They were just words, it wouldn't mean anything.
"I love you, Rafe.” Y/N said, helplessly. “Now, just fuck me already.”
"Just gorgeous, look at you. Begging so nicely for me." He taunted, smirking up at her. As their eyes locked, he saw the hysteria in her depths, and he knew he had her right where he wanted her.
"You're mine? You belong to me?" Rafe tested her further, feeling his balls begin to ache.
"Yes.” Y/N pleaded, feeling the blood pound in her ears, as though her heart might jump out of her chest.
Giving her a warning look, Rafe slowly released her hips and held his hands out to the side as though he'd just performed a magic trick. In a way, it was true. He could barely comprehend that, of all things, he was using his cock as a bargaining chip. Was this a wet dream?
"Oh, God.” Y/N breathed ecstatically as she slowly slid down over his large, thick length.
"Fuck, yes.” Rafe muttered thickly, hands sliding over her thighs and up her waist, watching himself squeeze into her slick tightness.
He reached up and ripped the shirt over her head, pushed the black satin bra up to her neck and caressed her naked breasts while she urgently moved on top of him.
"You like that, Y/N?" He panted. “You like riding my cock?"
"Yes, I do. I really fucking do." She gasped, increasing her pace as her pussy adjusted to his size.
"Tell me you love my cock.” Rafe commanded, pinching her nipples.
"I love your cock.” Y/N shut her eyes as she worked her way to a climax.
"Open your fucking eyes, Y/N.” He ordered. "Look at me. Tell me you love me.”
She met his eyes, her own heavy-lidded with lust as she was filled completely. "I love you, Rafe.” She complied, frowning at her words and the intensity of the sensations as he moved inside her.
After that, there was a lengthy, tense silence broken only by their panting, the sound of bed sheets repetitively shifting as Y/N rhythmically thrust on top of him. Driving her hips down with more force, she felt an incredible surge of electrifying excitement build within her.
Rafe watched as her eyes squeezed shut and her body seized up as wave after wave of exquisite pleasure coursed through her body. She jerked forward, then tipped her head back as she basked in the incredible rush of her climax.
He began to thrust up into her, and Y/N cried out in pleasure as his cock seemed to tap an area deep within her, enhancing the thrills recklessly spiralling up and down her torso, concentrating between her legs. Watching her face straining under the force of her orgasm, knowing she used his cock to get there, Rafe couldn't hold out anymore.
"Fuck, Y/N.” Rafe grounded out, raising his head to watch his cock rapidly disappear into her as his own release overcame him.
As the all-consuming pleasure that had clouded her senses began to ease, Y/N slowed her rocking as the delicious tingling left her body, and tiredly climbed off Rafe, exhaustedly falling onto her side, tugging on the blanket that was caught under his weight.
"Are you going to kill me when you're done using me?" She quietly asked, shakily.
"You have the most amazingly colored eyes.” Rafe commented, tilting his head, noting how her eyes seemed even brighter.
Great, Y/N thought, he’ll probably cut them out for souvenirs. When she ignored his compliment, he sighed impatiently.
“I told you last night, you're here to be with me. I'm not going to hurt you." He climbed off the bed and began to put on his pants. “Your clothes are in those.” He told her, gesturing toward the brown chest of drawers.
"You need help, Rafe.” Y/N insisted, trying to keep the panic from her voice. "Please, just let me get you help."
"You're all the help I need.” He replied, dismissing her diagnosis. "What would you like to eat?"
Y/N trembled with anger and hatred, but she was also trying to stay calm. How could she turn this to her advantage?
"Steak.” She answered, curling her knees to her chest under the blanket, grimacing as she felt some of Rafe’s warm cum leak out of her. "And a morning-after pill."
"You’d would want to hurt our future child?" Rafe asked with exaggerated shock.
She glared at him, not dignifying his question with an answer. Finally, he shrugged, pulling up his pants.
"Alright, baby.” Rafe said, turning to the door. “I'll see what I can do."
Pausing thoughtfully with his hand on the doorknob, he looked back at her with amusement, his large, bare chest coated in a light sheen of sweat from his recent exertion. His toned biceps flexed as he turned to face her, crossing his arms and leaning against the frame.
“How do you like your steak cooked?" He inquired.
"Medium.” Y/N said through gritted teeth.
"Okay.” Rafe nodded, smirking. "And what size pieces would you like me to cut it into?" A knowing grin spread across his handsome face as he registered her stunned expression.
"Oh, Y/N. You didn't think I'd give you a knife, did you?” He said, incredulously. Lightly tutting, he opened the door. "I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself.” He winked, and left her.
"Fuck you!" He heard her scream from inside the room, and a few seconds later something crashed against the door. Frowning, he realized he'd cleared the room of all potential weapons, but he didn't anticipate she'd rip a picture from the wall. Feisty.
Shaking his head, Rafe casually stepped down the stairs towards the kitchen. Opening the well-stocked fridge, he glanced here and there, picking out the ingredients he needed, only mildly thinking about cooking as the majority of this thoughts were preoccupied with his beautiful captive upstairs.
From the moment he first saw her at the Wreck, there was something about Y/N that sucked him right in. After the abduction, he did consider the small possibility that he'd get tired of her after a few months, but since being intimate with her twice and enjoying snippets of her personality, he felt well on the way to being head over heels in love.
Remembering their encounter, his cock began to harden again in his pants. Everything about her excited him. Rafe knew she could be happy with him if she would just stop being so stubborn, yet her stubbornness was another element he appreciated, unless it was the direct cause of his sexual frustration.
He paused his task and stared at the white wall in front of him. Visualising Y/N’s exquisite features, her stunning eyes, her amazingly naked body writhing against him, he knew the answer. She could be his prisoner or his lover, but he was never letting her go.
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Y/N explored the ensuite, and though she couldn't quite reach the shower, she could reach the bath, which had an extended shower-head. She washed herself thoroughly, trying to get all traces of Rafe off and out of her.
After drying herself with a fluffy towel, she went through the cabinet drawers and got dressed. Y/N was disgusted to learn that Rafe had neglected to pack her any sensible, practical underwear. But a thong was better than nothing, so she put on four pairs.
After she dressed, Y/N gingerly walked about the room, trying to determine how far the chain reached. The air-conditioning had been softly running since the night before, and the torturous ticking of the clock had somehow switched off.
After staring at the exit for a full five minutes, Y/N turned back to the room with a deep sigh. Glancing through to the bathroom and vaguely settling her gaze on the white sink, she perked up as a thought struck her. The chain rattled along the floor as she ran across it into the bathroom, quickly opening the white cupboard doors under the sink, ducking down and looking around. Standing, she looked at the small plug in her hand.
"Come on, come on.” Y/N urged, impatiently hopping from one foot to the other, watching the sink fill with water.
She didn't know what the plan was, but perhaps if she flooded the place, it would get someone's attention. Or Rafe would have to call a repairman and ultimately unchain her. At the very least, she'd have the satisfaction of damaging a part of his very nice house.
“Hey, sweetheart.” said drawled a deep voice from behind, bringing Y/N around with a shriek to face Rafe’s bare chest.
In her fixation on the sink, Y/N hadn't noticed him quietly enter the room, step over the shattered picture, place the food on the bed and creep right up behind her. As she gaped up at him, he brushed past, calmly turned off the tap and pulled out the plug. The water was less than an inch away from overflowing.
"What was the plan, Y/N?" Rafe smiled thinly, bringing to her memory the fact she had no plan.
With no reply, she watched anxiously as he walked towards her. She staggered back, but he continued past her to the bed. He picked up the food, carried it to the other side of the room and gently placed it upon a sturdy, black side-table. Then, he contemplatively ran a fingertip along the table's gleaming surface.
"Trying to get my attention, was that it?" He asked quietly, his large, naked back to her.
"No.” Y/N answered, nervously running her eyes over the muscles down his torso, wondering why he'd just cleared the bed.
"Well, you have it now.” Rafe turned to face her, and his blue eyes were full of lust, running up and down her outfit, making her feel naked. She shook her head vigorously as he slowly began to untie his trousers.
Ignoring her plea, he nodded to her clothes. "Take that off."
"Please, Rafe.” She tried again. “I said that I was sorry." Raising her eyes, she saw his determination to take her again, and teach her a lesson in the process.
His pants fell to his ankles and he stepped out of them. "If you don't, I'll happily do it for you." Rafe told her casually, neatly folding his pants and placing them on the desk next to her meal.
Y/N didn't want that, but she couldn't bring herself to undress for him. As he stepped toward her, his erection clearly visible through his underwear, she stepped back, quickly unzipping her hoodie and tossing it toward him, as though he was a seagull and the jacket was a piece of bread. Except she knew that the piece of bread he wanted was her.
"There.” She said, breathlessly. "Now, stop. Don't come any closer."
"Keep going, Y/N.” Rafe smirked, slowly stalking her as she stumbled backward. Eventually, she backed into the black desk and stared up at him desperately.
"No, no, no.” She whispered as he reached her, and in a last-ditch escape effort she sank to the floor, trying to scoot back under the desk.
Laughing, he bent and dragged her out from under it by her ankles, then he straightened, watching her cower beneath him.
"Baby, don't cry. It's not that bad.” Rafe tried to soothe her, genuinely disturbed by the fear in her eyes. "It's not as though you won't enjoy it.” He reasoned, holding out his hands to pull her up.
"Come on.” He said, kindly. “I'll make it good for both of us."
It had been less than 12 hours, and Rafe was already going for round 3. Not that she was hurting, but at this rate, Y/N anticipated she'd have to go out and buy a new vagina before the end of the week.
In a nervous daze, she ignored his outstretched arms and slowly gathered into a kneeling position, readying to stand up. Then, she gathered her fingers into a tight fist and punched him in the nuts. Rafe gasped in shock and bent over, grunting in agony.
Y/N scrambled around him and heard him hit the floor behind her. Grabbing his pants from the table, she shook them out, almost bursting into tears as a piece of silver fell from a pocket, glimmering as it caught the light. Unlocking herself from the chain, she dashed for the door, and on the way out she saw him awkwardly rise to his feet, gripping the bedpost for support.
"Y/N!" Rafe screamed behind her, and she began to sob as she fled through the hall and down the stairs, wishing she'd been more quick to unlock her ankle.
Skidding through the kitchen, she flew down the high-ceilinged hallway and fumbled with the front door. The latch gave, and Y/N pulled it open a few inches before it suddenly slammed shut. Temporarily winded by the force of Rafe barreling into her from behind, Y/N gasped when a large hand gripped her throat, wrenched her away from the exit and onto the hall floor.
"Shit, Rafe. You’re hurting me.” She rasped, as his hold on her throat tightened brutally.
Breathing raggedly in pain, Rafe slowly got to his feet, dragging her up with him, and marched her towards the kitchen. In silence, they unsteadily staggered through the kitchen, past the stairway that led to the bedroom, and into the lounge room. Stumbling along blindly, both of Y/N’s hands were behind her, wrapped around the wrist connected to the hand cruelly contracting around her windpipe.
The room's walls were a cheerful color, and there was a large leather lounge along the wall, which Rafe forced her onto. Painfully holding her down by her throat, he curled himself around her in a half-spooning position, one hand still gripping his groin.
"That fucking hurt.” Rafe grimaced, burying his face in the nape of her neck and wiping some of the perspiration from his forehead. "You'd deserve it if I vomited on you."
Y/N shifted against him restlessly, not daring to say a word. For about five long minutes, they sat together in silence. Finally, he released her throat and slid his arm around her waist, pulling her firmly against him.
"You’re lucky you punch like a girl.” Rafe teased, but his other hand still nursed his balls and Y/N heard the strain in his voice.
"I just wanted you to stop.” She answered, fretfully.
"I'm never going to stop, Y/N.” Rafe murmured. Against her back, he couldn't resist nibbling, tasting the lovely flesh of her neck. "The pain will wear off. Within the hour, I'll be able to pick up where we left off."
Y/N shut her eyes, realizing her efforts were wasted. She'd had one chance, and she fucking blew it.
“What can I say to stop you?" She asked, tremulously.
At her question, Rafe shifted her on the lounge so she turned to face him, and the hand around her waist crept higher to cup her breast.
“Nothing.” He whispered against her lips, hypnotised by the depths of her eyes. “There’s absolutely nothing."
After what she did, Y/N was petrified. She was already afraid when Rafe had caught her trying to flood his house, but after physically hurting him, she was sure he'd violently retaliate. Plotting, Y/N understood she couldn't punch him in the balls a second time with his hand covering them.
Instead of sitting passively under his kiss, she suddenly pressed forward, angling her head and opening her mouth, inviting his tongue to mingle with hers, even going so far as to explore his mouth with her tongue and when she did, he groaned around it.
Sliding one hand up his bare chest, she felt his heartbeat, and he relaxed his hold on her breast, allowing her to shift without breaking the kiss and move into his lap, straddling him. The hand that was covering his groin left to slide up her thigh, over her waist and circle around her torso, crushing her against his chest as his kiss became more demanding.
"At this rate, I'll recover in less than half an hour.” Rafe panted against her mouth before urgently resuming the kiss.
Forgive me, JJ, Y/N thought with regret as her hands sensually roamed over his chest, up and down his large arms, linking around the back of his neck, pulling him tighter against her. Both of Rafe’s hands moved to squeeze her ass while they made out before sliding up her waist to capture her breasts. Brushing his thumbs over her nipples, he moaned into her mouth.
Y/N reached between them to take one of his hands and direct it lower. Their kiss was temporarily interrupted as she edged back to give him room to slip his hand down her pants. As he curiously glanced down between them, his blue eyes heavy-lidded with lust, she quickly cupped his face upwards, directing him to kiss her again.
In a heated daze, Rafe blindly fumbled around, trying to find her pussy. But he only encountered layer after layer of silk and lace, and she moved back further to give better access. With Y/N in his lap, her willing mouth purring into his, he could barely think. Why was she suddenly all over him?
He opened his eyes in time to see her elbow pull back to deliver another blow between his legs. Their kiss was broken as his other hand darted down from her breast like lightening, catching her fist in his hand. There was a terrible silence as they stared at each other, both panting.
"Really, Y/N?" Rafe growled, slightly enjoying her horrified expression. He was already angry, but he deliberately hardened his gaze. He milked out the moment, letting her think he might beat the shit out of her.
"Rafe, I…" Y/N said uncertainly, but trailed off. She tried to think of something, but her mind went blank with panic. She had absolutely nothing.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" Rafe asked, coldly.
"I want to go home.” She trembled, beginning to cry under his fierce gaze.
Rafe didn't mind her angry tears, but he hated to see her cry in fear of him. He sighed and pulled her close, reaching up to brush the hair from her face and kiss her tears.
"I know you're scared. We'll get through this together, baby.” He tried to reassure her, hearing her uneven breathing as Y/N broke down and wept against him, moving her head away from his lips and exhaustedly dropping it to his shoulder.
Rafe held her for quite a while, stroking his hand up and down her back, brushing his lips along the warmth of her throat. He caressed the back of her neck that he had gripped earlier, massaging the smooth skin, hoping he hadn't bruised her.
"I want to go home.” Y/N repeated in a hushed voice against his shoulder, feeling sleepy after all the terror, adrenaline, and her intense orgasms. Somewhat comforted by the warm hold of his bare skin, she’d actually began to dose off.
"You are home.” Y/N heard Rafe’s gentle answer, as her eyelids grew heavy and flickered closed.
Warnings: mentions of NON-CON, DUB-CON, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP, mentions of DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, forced pregnancy, mentions of abortion, forbidden relationship, violence, jealousy, mentions of stalking, underage drinking, drug use, manipulation, corruption, public sex, innocent reader, Heyward!reader
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summary: Manipulated into a secret relationship with Rafe Cameron, you’re finding it much easier said than done to do the right thing and walk away…especially when he refuses to let you.
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#1: Rafe and Y/N were the most envied couple of the Outer Banks- until they weren’t. When she comes back from college engaged to a man she’s known for less than six months, Rafe knows something isn’t right. With a summer full of wedding planning and Figure Eight events, will he be able to figure out a way to get her back, or will he have to watch the love of his life marry someone else?
#2: It’s no secret to anyone that Rafe and Y/N hate each other despite how close their families are. She thinks he’s an arrogant asshole with no respect for anyone but himself, and he thinks she’s a stuck-up bitch who views herself as being better than everyone around her. While on their annual family trip the summer before college, they begin to realize the truth behind the hate they have for each other.
#3: Rafe Cameron and Y/N Y/L/N, Kook King and Kook Queen of Kildare Island. The two have been rivals for as long as anyone can remember, always competing to be better than the other. Their plans to outdo each other’s senior prank go terribly wrong, and they find themselves stuck together twice a week for community service for the entire summer.
Y/N always had college in the morning, he had work obligations. Sundays simply never made sense. But when Rafe realised the date, that God blessed date, he got the first ferry to Chapel Hill.
Thankfully, Y/N’s flatmate was out that night. Halloween was never something Y/N was particularly bothered about, and knowing she had 9am lectures a Halloween party was definitely not at the top of her list.
Rafe didn’t even wait to hear this news, he didn’t care to be quite frank. For one whole month, he’d missed her. Missed her so much he’d fuck her in the street, he really didn’t care.
So they laid, Y/N’s leg lazily draped over his as the moonlight shone a dull cast through her sheer curtains, bouncing from the signet ring that adorned the fingers that were trailing impatient circles on her thigh.
A small smile had been on Y/N’s lips for the past half hour, neither paying any attention to the movie. She knew exactly why Rafe had come over - and she wasn’t complaining. She, too, was counting down the minutes like a kid on Christmas Eve till-
NOVEMBER 1ST, 00:00
“God, I’ve missed you,” Rafe breathed, grabbing Y/N’s face the second the alarm clock he’d been watching so intently by her bed turned to midnight.
Y/N laughed against his lips, sinking down into the mattress as Rafe climbed atop, his palms steadying him above her. She wrapped her legs around him, pressing him impossibly against her as breathy moans radiated through one another’s mouths.
He began to feverishly trail kisses down her neck and her chest, roughly pushing her shirt up and over her head to resume kisses along every square inch of her skin. He knelt up, pulling her up with him to unbuckle her bra. She yanked the thing off like it cost nothing more than a penny, throwing it on the floor with her shirt before grabbing the back of Rafe’s neck, pulling them back down. Eyes never leaving one another’s.
Rafe left one kiss on her lips before returning to her chest, sucking and biting and kissing along her breasts till they were practically covered, and if Y/N didn’t need him so badly she probably would’ve scolded him - but right now he couldn’t stop, she needed him to not stop.
With hast and purpose he pulled her shorts from her hips, his lips immediately attaching themselves to her panties to press hard kisses to her clit. Y/N absentmindedly bucked into his mouth, her back arching as she pushed down into him; signalling she wanted more.
“Yeah, I’m right there with you, angel,” he brashly murmured, hooking his fingers around her thong before assuming them to the ever growing pile. And there she laid, like God himself sent her, and Rafe dived into her like he were eating his last meal.
She moaned and writhed and gripped, the most contact she had from him in the last month being his God damn thigh. Rafe held onto her, his signet ring pressing a compass shaped circle into her skin with how tightly he was gripping. He looked up, seeing his girl’s mouth open in ecstasy and he could’ve came right there and then at the sight.
He pulled one hand from her thigh, shuffling up the bed a little to steady himself before pushing two fingers in. She gasped at the sudden contact, but finding it all the more overwhelming as he curled and pumped till she felt white hot heat radiate her abdomen, the knot she had missed so gathering in her stomach.
“Rafe,” she choked out.
“Yes, sweetheart?” He hummed, holding himself up on his palm while he kept his fingers working inside her. She took the opportunity to rashly grab the back of his neck, pulling him flush against her to her lips as she moaned incessantly.
“I’m,” she began, her own cries cutting her off as her fingers dug into his hair, her head tilting into the pillow, “oh my god,” she blurted, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. Rafe hated he couldn’t see her face, so using his lips against hers he guided her head back so he could watch how she unfolded, her cunt tightening around his fingers till she had to physically pull him away, exasperated.
Rafe pulled his fingers from her, tilting her head down with his thumb before pushing his fingers in her mouth, her eyes steadying on his as she sucked.
“See how good you taste, baby?”
With a ‘pop’ he released his fingers, his arms rippling by her sides as he held himself above her.
“I want to remember how good you taste,” Y/N barely whispered, flipping them over so she straddled him, her sensitive core buzzing against his boxers.
His palms found her hips, rubbing up and down the warm skin. She started to travel down, pushing herself against him the whole way till Rafe for, perhaps the first time in his life, actually refused a blowjob from his girlfriend.
“Yeah, no, not happening,” he huffed, pulling her back to him with an unexpected whoosh. Her eyes were wide and her head titled.
“You okay?”
“Whilst I love your lips,” Rafe trailed, thumbing at the very lips he was talking about, “I need you.”
He propped himself up on his elbows, not removing his thumb from her lips till his were safely on hers, kissing her gently this time. It was Y/N who deepened it, tugging at his shirt till he got the memo to remove it. She clambered off him to remove his boxers, practically salivating at the sight of him before reaching across her drawer.
“They’ve missed you,” she joked, grabbing one of the many unused condoms of the past month. Rafe laughed, taking it from her before flipping them over.
As he slid the sheath on, Y/N expectantly spread her legs for him, but he caught her thigh, stopping her. He pressed kisses against her neck, all the way up to her ear where he lightly bit and whispered,
“I want you on your knees.”
Y/N’s bottom lip drew between her teeth, the girl eagerly turning for him. Rafe straightened up on his knees, his palms finding asylum on her hips as she adjusted, grabbing the headboard whilst arching her back.
“Good girl,” he murmured, taking his right hand to grab his cock, rubbing it against her wet entrance a couple of times. Y/N pressed against him, trying to get any sort of relief as he took his sweet time.
“Hey,” he said, rubbing and gripping at her ass, “patience.”
Y/N scoffed.
“You’re kidding me, right?”
The corners of Rafe’s lips tugged at the irony.
He ran along her entrance one last time before steadying his hands against her hips and pushing in. His head dropped and his eyes closed, his mouth instinctively opening.
“Fuck,” he breathed, gripping her skin so tight it was sure to leave bruises. He pulled her against him at the same time he thrusted, creating a rhythm that had the two of them a moaning mess. It wasn’t helped by the occasional slap from Rafe’s hand on Y/N’s ass, the sensation shooting electricity straight to her clit with every rough indignation.
“God, you feel so good,” Rafe groaned, reaching his hand down to grab Y/N’s throat. He pulled her up, her back pressed flush against his chest while his palm remained wrapped around her throat.
Her head fell back into his shoulder, giving Rafe a perfect view of… everything. The angle gave him way to let go of her hips, the both of them rocking against each other as fast as they humanely could as Rafe began rubbing hard and fast circles in her clit.
She felt her second orgasm approaching, and Rafe wasn’t far behind – but he needed to be closer to her. With one swift motion, Rafe flipped them so Y/N laid on her back, the boys arms lifting to grip the headboard as he pounded into her.
Their foreheads rested against one another’s, eyes seeping into each other as Y/N’s legs and arms wrapped around him, drawing red lines of pleasure down his rippling back.
With a final push, Rafe came, his movements only slightly faltering as Y/N followed.
In the moments passing, they were completely in a bubble of their own. Their own world. The entirety of the God damn UN could’ve been in the room in that moment but neither would’ve noticed. Laboured breathing and breaking gasps for air filled the silence, broken only by Rafe rolling from her to collapse on the mattress beside her.
He pulled her into his side, sweaty skin against sweaty skin as both came down from their well awaited highs. He brought the arm draped around her up to her forehead, pushing the hair back from her head to tilt and plant a soft, lingering kiss on her skin.
Her arms draped across him, her fingers drawing small circles on his chest before she rested her chin against him, looking up at him.
Rafe smiled, leaning down to meet her in a tender kiss that spoke a thousand words. She returned her cheek to his chest, turning momentarily to kiss his skin before mumbling against it,
“If you even try No Nut November next year, we’re breaking up.”
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synopsis: ward’s tired of his son’s antics, and so sends him away to england to get his act together. rafe thinks he’s in for the most boring year of his life, till he meets the principals daughter having a smoke in the locker room
warnings: strong language, mentions of drug use
Ward’s last words rang in his son’s ears as he attempted to take in the physical ennui he’d have to live in for the next year.
“I’m done, Rafe,”
“...pack your fucking bags.”
Rafe fucked up. He knew he fucked up before Ward even opened his mouth, he knew the moment the fifth line of powdered death entered his nostril that he had fucked, up. The cocaine, the partying, all the other less than legal extracurriculars - they all were bound to catch up with the boy sooner or later. He just didn’t expect it to happen at 3pm on the one Tuesday his father returned from work early.
And now, for the sake of a ruined high, Rafe stood before what he imagined as a step down from prison. The buzz of the first day of semester filled the chilled air, the boys surrounding Rafe seemingly excited about beginning their time at St. Patrick’s. He couldn’t understand it, having to simply pit it down to their excitement stemming from being the most boring fucks imaginable.
“God, I’m going to kill myself,” Rafe rumbled under his breath, hoisting his bag over his shoulder as he made his way to the entrance. He stuck out like a sore thumb, every other guy in the vicinity dressed in uniform whilst Rafe trampled through in sweats and a scowl that shone through the too-happy smiles of 9am.
In his search for some sort of reception, Rafe was suddenly stopped by a calloused palm gripping his shoulder, turning him to face the owner of the hand.
Before him stood a man, a man who Rafe instantly had at least seventeen judgements on from his moustache alone. Fifty, forty-five at the least, with hair shaved down to the scalp and two thick brows furrowed deep into beady eyes.
“And where is your uniform?” He boomed, perfected Queen’s English laced in his tone. Rafe cleared his throat, shrugging off the heavy palm on his shoulder as he resisted the urge to make fun of his accent.
“I just arrived, sir,” sarcasm dripping from his words, “I don’t have any uniform.”
The man’s face lifted in surprise, his chest puffing as he crossed his arms together in front of him. “You don’t hear an accent around here like that every day. Rafe Cameron, I assume?” he chortled.
Rafe frowned, “…yeah?”
“Well,” his hand returned to his shoulder, leading him ahead as Rafe unwillingly walked alongside him, “I apologise for the lack of a formal introduction, if you’d like to step into my office, I’m sure we can get properly acquainted.”
Rafe entered a room that he could’ve sworn felt like something from the 1700s. The decor was dark, the books were old, and the air smelt like dust as the man creaked into the leather chair behind a paper filled mahogany desk.
“Sit, please, Mr Cameron.”
Rafe hesitantly wandered over, thoughtlessly lugging his bag beside him as he collapsed in the seat, ignoring the man’s conjecturing glare as his elbows rested on the chair’s arms, giving him easy access to anxiously bite his nails.
“I’m St Patrick’s dean, Mr Greene. It’s a real pleasure to have you over here, Mr Cameron,” he pulled out a file after rummaging around for a few moments, “we’ve never had a lad from the States before.”
“I can’t say it’s a pleasure to be here.”
Greene cocked a brow, clearing his throat, “I’m sure you’ll enjoy it soon enough. Here is your schedule,” he passed a sheet over, “and your room, and here is where you need to go to collect your uniform. Uniform is to be worn at all times, in and around the school, so I expect you to see to that matter immediately.”
Already done with the conversation, Rafe huffed and stood, grabbing the once neatly folded papers in his fist before dipping to collect his bag.
“Mr Cameron,” Greene stopped him, “I understand that you’re not exactly thrilled to be here, but I do hope you begin to enjoy your time at St. Patrick’s. Please come see me after your lessons tomorrow, I’d like a check-in.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Rafe muttered.
He was lost.
It was as if he was in a maze. Every twist and turn, every corridor and hall - it all looked exactly the God damn same.
Rafe could ask for directions, he could just stick his arm out and ask a random guy to help him, but bruising his ego a bit wasn’t as worth it as he thought it would be, so he pulled himself together and dragged himself into another series of identical pathways.
When he finally found the residence hall, he let out a sigh of relief.
Rafe wanted nothing more but to let his bed swallow him whole and let merciful dreamstate take this all away, but his wishes of doing it in utter silence immediately vanished as his eyes met with another boy in his room.
He furrowed his eyebrows and stepped back for a moment, checking his assigned dorm room and the number on the door. He wasn’t mistaken, was he?
“Think you’re in the wrong room, man.”
Rafe boomed before clearing his throat, his eyes shamelessly judging everything about this dude. Blonde gelled hair styled so tightly to his head it could be a helmet, the shirt and tie that had clearly been ironed to perfection and even the way he held himself – his posture impeccably straight. Irritating. It was all so irritating.
The boy almost snickered, his brows lifting as he looked Rafe up and down himself. He pulled the last pair of socks from his case, effortlessly sliding it under his bed before facing him.
“6B, right?”
“Yeah,” Rafe drawled, his eyelids dipping as he now noticed the two seperate beds, the two seperate wardrobes and felt consequently both stupid and even more defeated than he already did. Fuck.
The boy’s lips drew into a small smile, “Nice to meet you. I’m Andrew.” Andrew held a steady palm out, expecting Rafe to meet him in the middle. Rafe was already too pissed off by his plans of peacefully passing out being ruined, plus he didn’t exactly love the prospect of having a roommate regardless. So he coldly walked by, their shoulders lightly brushing as Rafe swung his bag onto his bed by the window.
Andrew tilted his head, his eyes furrowing into a squint as he cleared his throat and tried not to find himself too annoyed by his new roommate.
“I’m guessing you’re new here?”
Rafe scoffed, opening up his case.
“How did you know?” Rafe retorted sarcastically, beginning to pull his belongings out so he wouldn’t be forced to either stand and make God awful head-banging-against-a-brick-wall level small talk with Andrew, or go get the uniform he dreaded wearing.
“That accent, for starters,” Andrew continued, despite the obvious satire that dripped from Rafe’s tone, and it was enough to make Rafe’s eyes roll into the back of his head, “you also stick out like a fly on a wedding cake.”
Rafe frowned, stopping his feverish unpacking for a moment to turn and face his roommate who held an expression of amusement on his face. Something about his dumb idiom… Rafe chuckled. He actually chuckled.
“You’re weird, man.” Rafe shook his head, returning to his unpacking. Andrew laughed, sitting on the edge of his skeleton bed, the sheets still neatly pressed and folded at the head.
“Final year?”
“I guess so. I’m not planning on staying, though.”
Andrew frowned. “Awfully long journey for less than a year.”
Rafe hummed, ignoring Andrew for a moment as his fingers trailed over the framed photograph of he and his family he decided to pack in a rush. An item he wasn’t particularly sentimental about - he was angry at the sight, in all honesty. Everyone in the picture seemed to be smiling but him, and it’s not that he was particularly unhappy, he just… he didn’t look right. He didn’t fit. His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he decided to push it under his bed, out of sight and out of mind.
“It wasn’t exactly my choice.”
“Ah,” Andrew nodded knowingly, “kicked out of your old school?”
“Dad caught me with coke, actually.”
Rafe said it so bluntly, so… nonchalantly, if Andrew wasn’t listening properly he probably wouldn’t have thought anything of it. But he was listening, and it showed through the sudden slackness of his jaw. Rafe turned when silence followed his words, a small smirk creeping onto his lips at the look on Andrew’s suddenly pale face.
Andrew cleared his throat uncomfortably, standing. “Class assembly is in ten. You should probably get your uniform sorted. I’ll leave you to unpack.” Rafe had to bite back a laugh at Andrew’s sudden interest in leaving him alone, settling instead for a structured nod as Andrew made his way out of their room.
“Not a lot of coke-heads here, huh,” Rafe mumbled to himself, slightly laughing as he shoved his case messily under his bed and grabbed the crumpled piece of paper that would lead him to the grey jail of that uniform.
Rafe groaned, staring back at his dimmed reflection in the short mirror hung in his- their, room. It was bad, to say the least. A finely tailored grey suit, tight blue tie, cufflinks and all. This, every single day, for a year? Rafe was five seconds from numbing his head against the glass before a bell rang throughout the halls.
That Goddamn assembly. The dread continues.
His feet shuffled behind him as he shoved his hands in his pockets, trailing behind a group of boys to find the hall he was supposed to be in. Rafe took one look at the hall, filled with guys who all looked the same, taking seats behind a large stage that was adorned with heavy crimson curtains and a mic. He took one look and he bailed.
Rafe turned without a second thought, pushing his way past the flow of students to find somewhere else, anywhere else to go. He scavenged the hallways, hallways he still couldn’t recognise until he spotted a sign - a sign from God himself - that read LOCKER ROOM. He exhaled, pushing the heavy door open and collapsing on the bench, his elbows rested on his knees as he rubbed his face.
“God, this is going to be Hell.”
“Sure is.”
Rafe’s head shot up, his hair a little ruffled at the sudden movement. His head turned to the left, trying to find the owner of the voice.
“Who’s there?” He called out, standing.
He heard a snicker, followed by the familiar click and flicker of a lighter being rolled. He rounded the corner by some lockers, his legs freezing when he saw her. Sat on the floor, legs laid out in front of her, a packet of Marlboro’s and a battered purple lighter scattered beside her as she dropped her head back onto a locker, blowing smoke.
Rafe tried not to gawk, he really did. But she was, I mean she is…
“Staring is rude, cowboy.” She deadpanned, flicking ashes on the tiles.
Rafe cleared his throat, pushing himself from the lockers before processing the nickname. He cocked his head, rubbing his temple.
“Cowboy?”
“Funny accent, you know.” She took another drag, never dropping her eyes from his as she inspected him. It’s rare for Rafe to get nervous, very rare. But under her gaze, he felt nothing but small, fidgety, nervous. So nervous, he almost forgot that this was a girl, dressed in the same uniform as him, smoking in the locker room of a boy’s boarding school.
“I, uh,” Rafe started, beginning to step closer, slowly, as if he were approaching a wild animal, “I thought this was an all guys school?”
She rolled her eyes as if she was annoyed by the question, and it made Rafe take fright.
“Unless, I mean I don’t want to assume-”
“I am a girl, dumbass,” she cut him off, stubbing her cigarette into the tiles before grabbing the box and the lighter, “I’m guessing you’re new here?” She stood, brushing her trousers off before shoving the items in her pockets.
“Yes,” Rafe answered, “but why-”
“And I’m guessing you met Greene?”
Rafe hesitated, unsure of where she was going with this, “yes.”
She smiled for the first time. A tight-lipped, insincere one, but it was enough to cause a little flurry of panic in Rafe’s chest. Only a little.
“I’m his step-daughter,” she swung her hand out, “nice to meet you. I’m Y/N,” Rafe lifted his hand, but before he could reach her she dropped it to her side, startling him, “now get the fuck out.”
in order to try and whip his son into shape before college, ward cameron sends rafe to the worst place imaginable: an all-boys boarding school in fucking england. rafe thinks his years stay will be nothing but boring, but when he’s introduced to the principals daughter through odd circumstances, things may be a little more exciting than he’d thought
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also i suck at chapter descriptions. i’m sorry. the chapter will be better than the blurb i swear hope.
1. act your age
ward’s tired of his son’s antics, and so sends him away to england to get his act together. rafe thinks he’s in for the most boring year of his life, till he meets the principals daughter having a smoke in the locker room
2. uptight
upon meeting the mystery girl, and talking to his roommate about her, rafe realises that he may have a little more trouble than expected getting to know his only source of excitement
3. mission, impossible
rafe decides to make it his personal mission to get y/n to notice him, entertain him, see him. anything. despite the, you know, one unspoken rule to not date the principals daughter
4. give me ten minutes
y/n finally caves into one, sort-of date with rafe at the school’s annual winter dance. rafe manages to sneak her away for a moment, in which he proposes ten minutes to utterly change her mind
5. romeo and juliet
y/n and rafe embark on a relationship that indefinitely does not coincide with his vow to rule-keep
6. i’ll kick your ass, cameron
rafe cockily spills to his roommate, unaware of just how involved he is with y/n and his entire year at st. patrick’s is jeopardised
7. holly, jolly christmas
as christmas break approaches, and rafe prepares to go home, he realises he may be a little more in over his head with both this girl and her admirer than he thought
8. new year, same shit
after break and the realisation he needs to let her go, rafe and y/n face just a couple of difficulties in doing just that until his roommate does that for him
9. bittersweet
rafe faces a fate he didn’t expect to hate at the end of his time in england
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summary; Rafe was terrified of commitment, terrified of being close enough to someone he loved to hurt them. so when he realises that what he really wanted was you, he begins to shut down.
warnings; this series will contain mentions of consensual sex, blood, swearing, fighting, angst, underage drinking and drugs, 18+ CONTENT.
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It was a daunting feeling to love someone so far out of your reach that it seemed far more likely to touch the stars that littered the night sky than it did to be able to hold that person in your arms and know for sure that you had their whole heart. Even having experienced the love they were capable of giving, yet constantly reminding yourself that you would never be good enough to be a part of their world. Because it was true - you wouldn't.
These were the sort of thoughts that had tormented your mind as you watched Rafe across the room. His stature stiffens as he says those four words, declaring your presence an issue, and your heart falls heavy.
You felt as though your whole world had stopped spinning, but the bustling chatter from the crowd downstairs reminds you otherwise.
Panic slowly begins to set in, and you find yourself second-guessing your actions before turning on your heel and motioning back towards the door. Only to stop when you feel the cool metal of the handle between your fingers.
You weren't entirely sure what you wanted to say to Rafe, but you knew you had to say something.
"Is that really all you have to say?" Your voice is shaky as you grit your teeth, your fist softly pressing against the wooden door before turning back to him.
Rafe slowly looks to you. His eyes reddened from the alcohol he had consumed, but at least this time, he doesn't look away. He stares you right in the eye, and with a slight slur in his words, he extends his arms out and says, "What were you expecting?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe you could start by telling me why you've been avoiding me all day? Declining my calls and ignoring my texts?" You bite down on your lip, fighting the mixture of anger, bewilderment and distress that was coursing through you.
"I don't know what you're talking about," He shakes his head, a smug smile on his lips.
"Don't lie to me!" You exclaim.
Your sudden outburst spreads fear in his eyes. "Shh! Do you want someone to hear you?" He whispers loudly, waving his hand at the door out of frustration.
"Well, I'm clearly not getting any answers from you. Maybe someone else will?"
He takes a seat on the bench in the middle of the room, heaving a sigh as he does. He pulls his gaze away for a moment before burying his face within his hands, his leg bouncing slightly with nerves. Despite the annoyance you were feeling towards him, you could see that something was really bothering him.
"I can't..." He exhales, shaking his head. "I can't let this... us... you jeopardise everything."
A sigh of disbelief falls from your lips as your brows inch together. "Might I remind you that you were the one that asked me to stay last night? You were the one that initiated it, and you were the one that risked us getting caught. So don't for a second think that I'm going to take the blame for whatever repercussions follow."
"I know, okay? I know that this is all my fault." He says flatly.
"Well, there's something else you need to know," You admit timidly, knowing full well that what you were about to tell him was really going to make him want to bite someone's head off. "Sarah knows..."
His head snaps in your direction, and you watch the fear in his eyes multiply as he swallows hard. "What do you mean 'Sarah knows'?"
"She, uh, she heard me last night when we were... y'know," You knew you shouldn't have, but you couldn't stop the slight smirk from tugging at the corner of your lips as you recall the way Rafe had made you feel the night prior. "She doesn't know it was me, though. Just that you had a girl in your room."
"Fuck," He bellows, pushing himself back onto his feet and starts pacing. He brushes his hands through his hair, letting them stop at the back of his head as he takes in a deep breath.
Then, out of nowhere, he slams his fist into one of the lockers. The blow causes you to jolt back in shock as you let out a yelp. Silence quickly fills the room as you take in the boys reaction, and you're left wondering why he was so adamant about keeping you a secret, if not just for the fact that you were a pogue by choice.
It was the first time you had ever seen him so angry, so frightened, and not just at the situation, but at himself too.
Rafe was no angel, in fact, he was far from it. But he had never once shown this sort of aggression in front of you before, and it only made you worry even more about the consequences of people finding out.
His face contorts into a series of different emotions as he leans his head against the locker. The regret he felt was evident in his actions and the look on his face. He hated the fact that he had let himself be vulnerable with you, something he had sworn he could never do, and now it was coming back to bite him in the ass.
"Rafe..." You approach him cautiously. Not because you were scared or worried that he would hurt you, you already knew he would never, but you didn't want to startle him. He was deep within his thoughts, mumbling words of deprecation to himself. "Rafe... it's going to be okay."
"How? How could we possibly know that?" He tilts his head to the side, jaw tightening once again. "How the hell are we-"
Rafe is interrupted by the sound of footsteps echoing in the hallway outside, followed by multiple voices. He quickly urges towards you, clasping a hand firmly over your mouth and a tiny gasp escapes.
However, despite the security outside, his sudden closeness doesn't go by unnoticed. You want to move, to pull away, but his gaze is binding you to him, and a shaky breath leaves your lips. Just loud enough for him to hear as his eyes flicker across your own.
He raises a finger to his lips, gesturing you to be quiet, and you simply give in and nod as you wait.
Eventually, the footsteps recede, and so do the voices. Rafe heaves a relieved sigh, lowering his hand, but the intensity of his gaze remains. And still, neither of you dare to move.
It took you until then to notice that the two of you were panting quietly, and with each breath, your bodies pressed against each other with the remnants of adrenaline lingering in the air. You weren't entirely sure when Rafe had put his hands on your waist, but they held onto you with such urgency that it felt almost desperate.
"Rafe, what are -" You almost choke on your words, but before you could get another out, he interrupts you by pressing a hard impassioned kiss to your lips. You're too shocked to reciprocate, and he pulls away before you can even think to do so yourself.
A shiver of anticipation runs through you at his touch, and after a moment, you meet him halfway in another heated kiss. The second your lips touch, you feel sparks exploding in your chest, and you lean into it more as Rafe responds with more intensity.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, he runs his hands down your hips as he backs you into the lockers. Hoisting up one of your legs, he lets it curl around his waist, igniting you with ecstasy. Your body feels electric as he leans into you, and you kiss him with a smile.
"Y/n," You hear your name in the back of his throat, and suddenly your mind runs away from you, idly, reminding you of why you had risked getting caught to follow him up the stairs in the first place, and you're enveloped with irritation.
"Wait, Rafe. Stop," You turn your face away from him, and he's quick to respond. He pulls himself away just as you had asked despite the confusion laced in his features. "I can't do this. I can't - I can't keep letting myself fall into your trap."
He backs away for a beat, opening his mouth to speak but closes it as you fix your dress and make yourself decent again. You look to him with a softening expression and say, "I need to know why you did it. Why did you ask me to stay if you were just going to leave? Was it because of me? Were you ashamed of waking up beside me?"
"What? No - that's not..." Rafe immediately tries to shut the accusations down and his brows furrow with denial.
"Then why? Was it all just a part of your plan to mess with my head?" He reaches for your hands, but you pull them away before he can make contact and sniff back the tears that had pooled in the corner of your eyes. "Do you have any idea what it felt like for me to wake up alone in your bed?"
"Y/n, I-"
"Or to make me think that somewhere deep down, you might actually feel something for me only for you to hurt me even more?"
"Fuck, Y/n. No. I don't know - I don't..." His fingers trail across his brows nervously as he begins pacing again. "You just... You get inside my head, and then I can't... I can't stop thinking about you, and it's killing me, okay? But, we can't... I can't-"
"Can't admit that what's going on between us is real?"
His eyes widen in what you can only assume to be recognition, "Y/n, you know that I can't do that. It wouldn't be-"
"Don't you dare tell me that it wouldn't be safe. I am tired of feeling like the dirty laundry you kick under your bed. I want to be with you, Rafe, but I can't do that unless you finally admit to yourself that-"
"Please, Y/n. Stop," His voice comes out softer, a pained expression on his face.
You always knew that Rafe struggled when it came to Ward, but you also always had a hunch that something bigger was going on than just a son wanting to impress his father. It's why Rafe had been so set on you being a secret.
"You want me to stop? Fine. I'll stop..." You pause for a moment. "If you can look me in the eye and tell me that everything we've been through, every late-night confession, every secret, every intimate moment, meant nothing to you. Because the only way that I am ever going to be able to let this go is if I know there's nothing left to hold on to."
Where you expected Rafe to look you in the eye and tell you to your face that your time together and the feelings he swore he didn't have for you was all nothing but a figment of your imagination, he doesn't. Instead, he sighs loudly and runs his hand through his hair as he clenches his eyes closed.
"Just say it, Rafe. Tell me that none of this was real, and I'll leave you alone. For good."
"I fucking can't, okay!" He retorts, smothering his face with his hands.
A relieved sigh falls from you at the same time the locker room door bursts open and in walks one of the security guards. He stares at the two of you, taking in your appearance with a smug smirk on his lips before pressing a button on the walkie-talkie attached to his shoulder.
"You were right. I'm bringing them down now." He says into the small device before gesturing for the two of you to follow him out the door. "Alright, you two. Let's go."
"Listen, I don't know if you know who my father is, but if this doesn't play out discreetly, then there's going to be a lot of issues." Rafe steps towards the man, and he eyes the boy up and down before eventually nodding.
Rather than leading you back downstairs, the man lets the two of you leave unaccompanied. Rafe strolls out of the room and towards the stairs, but you quickly match his pace.
"Rafe, we-"
"Not now. I'll call you later." He cuts you off, grabbing onto your arm and coming to a standstill in the middle of the staircase. You couldn't believe it. After what had just happened upstairs, he was going right back to how things were before by pretending you didn't exist when everyone else was around.
"You're unbelievable," You pull your arm free and head down the rest of the stairs alone and just when you think you've successfully returned to the party without anyone the wiser, you see Sarah, JJ and John B waiting just across the hall.
"Hey, where did you run off to? Kie and I were looking for you everywhere." Sarah exclaims, oblivious to the fact that her brother was only ten steps behind you.
The panic coursing through you was like nothing you had ever felt before, but you had to play it cool. "Yeah. I just needed to freshen up, and the line to the bathroom was too long. Why don't we go and-"
"Holy shit," JJ says, his gaze focused just behind you, but you didn't have to turn around to know that it was Rafe they were looking at. The worst part was that if JJ could figure it out, then you had no doubt that the others had too.
"Oh my, god. You found her!" You hear Kie's voice as she and Pope rush up the hall. "Hey, what are you guys... looking at..." Her voice fades as she too takes in the sight of you and Rafe.
Despite your promises that everything was going to be okay, you knew your greatest fear and nightmare had just become a reality.
THIS IS MY WORK AND YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO REPOST IT!
prologue • part one • part two • part three
OUTER BANKS MASTERLIST
a/n. SURPRISE!! i know it’s been a while. i hope you’re still excited for this series, though. or at least interested. however, updates won’t be as frequent as i’m technically still on hiatus but i couldn’t help myself teehee
warnings. explicit language, mention of sex, alcohol and drugs, a little bit of female masturbation
word count. 2.6K
series synopsis. When Rafe Cameron, the richest frat boy on campus, laid eyes on you during one of his history classes, he was instantly infatuated. Determined to fuck you next, he was convinced you’d be an easy target. But little did he know you were not like all the other girls…
You and Julia arrived at the frat house, the blaring loud music greeting you as you made your way to the entrance.
“Who invited you?” A guy standing in front of the door asked. “Topper Thornton,” your friend said while you replied, “uhhm… Rafe Cameron.”
Your friend turned around, looking at you in shock, her mouth agape.
“Oh, right, I remember you. You’re the one working at that coffee shop, ain’t you? Didn’t know Rafe wanted you,” he laughed.
“Wanted me?” You asked, brows slightly furrowed. His comment definitely caught you off guard.
You weren’t sure whether he meant that Rafe wanted you at his party or… something else. It was probably the former, at least that’s what you tried to convince yourself of as you finally entered the already overfilled frat house.
Much to your surprise, it turned out to be a themed party, and the theme was Heaven and Hell.
Each room had one or more theme drinks. Hell was down in the basement. Duh. Bloody Mary’s were the go-to drink down there. And solely for that reason you had already decided to stay away from it. You despised Bloody Mary’s.
thinking about how would it be when u give jj and rafe head for the first time..
jj is more of a whiner, “god yes” “m-more” he’d more sensitive. his hands would be at his side, scared to touch you and let you go at whatever speed you were comfortable with
rafe was more of a grunter, gritting his teeth and mumbling your name. his fingers gripping your hair, occasionally thrusting up his hips into your mouth or bobbing your head to how he wanted
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