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Rafe is famous with the women, and tutor!reader* finally gets jealous
*you're not obligated to read Tutor to read this, but it does offer context on their relationship and who Patty is (her bestie) :)
Words: +7.2k
Warnings: Fem!Reader. Reader, as always, cries easily. Jealousy. Rafe is an ass and teases the hell out of you. SMUT {piv, pillow princess treatment (as always), drunk sex, makeup sex, a bit rough if you squint, oral sex (fem receiving)}. Lots of alcohol consumption. Mention of uni life (classes, professors, sororities).
Rafe has always been the one to get jealous in the relationship. It's not like it's all the time. Just at some parties on the island, when a guy wouldn't really know about the two of you. Or maybe now at uni, since no one really knows you two, in a class or wherever. You, on the other hand... Rafe honestly just doesn't believe that you are capable of producing such a reaction.
Women have spoken to him at parties, maybe even flirted before a class. But Rafe would always be the one moving closer to you so that the girls would get it. And they always would. And they would always be respectful to say a little sorry before they go.
Rafe just thought it just wasn't in your nature. Your body was just incapable of producing such a ridiculous thing.
Until this week.
The new semester has started, which means new seminars, new professors, and new classmates. And that also meant you and Rafe finally had a class together. Though it was on one of the biggest auditoriums, but you had looked forward to that class because that meant knowing someone. You were tired of having to recognize new faces and new names all over again. Even if that meant dealing with Rafe's routine of just scrolling through his phone and only taking notes of the date during class.
On the first day back to class, Rafe texted you to let you know he was running a little late but would be there in time for class. So, when the classroom was open, you and a few more students made your way inside before the professor. You looked around the auditorium, thinking of where, exactly, Rafe would like to sit. And in the back and by the sides sounded like him.
Minutes passed, and the auditorium began to fill up. You anxiously sat as the seats around you became occupied, always looking at the clock to make sure you wouldn't have to say 'yes, sorry' to another person who asked you if the seat was taken.
Once Rafe finally made his appearance, so did a few more students, since the professor was walking right behind him. Everyone from this last group scurried away to look for a seat, and right as Rafe was 3 steps down from you, a girl sat beside you.
"Sorry, but this seat's ta-" You begin, but are quickly interrupted.
"Please sit down, everyone. I'm already late, and we have a lot to do!" The professor says as soon as he's sitting by his microphone.
The girl in question looks at you with worried eyes, but Rafe gestures you that he'll sit just a few seats down. You force down your disappointment and accept the apologies from the girl.
You watch as Rafe excuses himself through a few people and finally takes his seat. He's sat between two girls, one of whom eyes him up and down as he takes his seat. You study them silently, and, as expected, the girl smiles at him and holds out her hand as an introduction.
The professor's PowerPoint illuminates the wall behind him, and his voice soon fills the room. You look away from Rafe and the new girl hesitatingly and begin to write down the title of the seminar in your notebook.
An hour goes by, and your note-taking abruptly pauses. The two figures have been moving in the corner of your eye for too long, and you've found yourself too curious to not look at them. Countless notes have been lost in the midst of your curiosity, but the girl's enthusiasm has seemed to only intensify with time.
You can't really see Rafe's face, nor most of his movements, but you can see hers and how he turns his head to face her multiple times. She shines her perfect smile at him every time, letting her long blonde hair slide off her naked shoulder, which so happens to be facing him. She whispers at him low enough that you cannot hear a thing, rows away, but your obliviousness to what Rafe could be doing or saying makes your heart pull at every string.
You're able to snap out of it multiple times. You trust Rafe, and he has never given you any reason to be fearful of something as dumb as cheating. But, still, something burns at the bottom of your stomach. It is similar to anxiety, but it crawls in and clings to your chest.
Hours pass, and the seminar draws to a close. In the midst of your packing, the girl beside you apologizes once more for taking the seat and offers you her notes as an extension of her apology. You wish you were in a better mood so you could truly thank her for her generosity, but you do try your best. At least she was able to walk out with a lighter chest.
You finished packing and moved out of the way so other people could walk their way out of the auditorium to their next class. You check the time, as your other class was supposed to start in just a few minutes. And as you go down the steps, you see Rafe already packed and standing, but still listening to the blonde girl. He doesn't notice you as multiple people walk around them to get out of the row of seats, but the girl does see you. But she never stops talking.
You don't blame her, right away. You don't have anything on your face that would make it clear you were waiting for your boyfriend. Or even that Rafe was that boyfriend.
You check the time again and sigh out a sad breath. You've gotten better at not crying with every single frustrating thing in your life, but you still have to work on how much you let it eat at you.
And that's when you decide to not wait for Rafe and just walk to your class by yourself.
Rafe doesn't notice you leaving, not until the class seems to clear out and he doesn't find you in your seat. He texts you right away, but all he gets as a response is a quick "Sorry, had a class on the other side of the building in 5."
"Everything okay?" The girl asks him as they walk out of the auditorium, accidentally (on his part) side by side.
"Yeah, just didn't see my girlfriend leave the room." He says as he frowns down at his screen.
Rafe doesn't notice it, but the girl beside him doesn't seem to be spooked by the word 'girlfriend', like other girls had done in interactions with him. But he wasn't expecting her to. After all, they had only spoken a bit during the class, as Rafe really couldn't have made it clearer that he was not one to befriend for notes. But the girl didn't seem to mind, as she seemed to like a friend anyways.
(...)
Later, Rafe waited for you to be done with the class to pick you up, and quickly noticed how upset you seemed. You blamed it on being tired, so he let it go. But he kept an eye on you.
By the time you had the second class of that same seminar at the end of the week, Rafe made sure to get there on time. You two were going out for lunch after, so it only made sense. Your mood has risen back to its usual optimism, and Rafe couldn't be more relieved about it.
Inside the auditorium, you let him choose the seats and take a careful look around the room. When you sit, you look over at Rafe, but you already find him looking at you.
"What?" You ask him, with your voice soft.
"Nothing." He assures you.
You give him a look, which makes his lips slit into a smile, and you continue pulling out your things to prepare for class. As you're with your pen in hand, you open your mouth to say something to Rafe, but the air stops before it reaches your vocal cords.
"Can I sit here?" A voice asks, following the movement you had seen in the corner of your eye.
Your eyes lift to find exactly who you had wished to have missed class, the blonde girl from before. Rafe looks to his right when he notices the question was for him, and you watch him say a quiet "Sure."
The girl looks at you two for a second and then smiles as she takes her seat beside Rafe. You look away to spare yourself from your overthinking, as you can very much over-analyze the girl and her every action. The professor announces his entrance loudly into the class, letting the acoustics of the room carry his voice to every seat without exception.
You write down the date, and the class soon begins.
As the hours go by, Rafe watches as your mood sours in real time. It might take him a bit to realize why it does, but it becomes too obvious not to notice. The girl beside him would sometimes scootch another inch closer to him, or excuse herself, in a whisper, for having grazed his arm as she took notes. Every single interaction just made your note-taking pause for a second before aggressively continuing.
The class was too long for Rafe to not feel it pull at his heart to reassure you that everything was okay, either by letting his arm, which eventually leaned on the back of your chair, touch you and bring you comfort, or simply by trying to tease you over something else when he was bored.
Still... a small voice in his brain still made him want to grin at the scene. You were jealous. You, for the first time in your life, were jealous. And of a girl that Rafe is sure he has barely looked at.
Though maybe a bit cruel, Rafe did enjoy the feeling that those thoughts brought him. Yes, you were obviously annoyed and upset, but he knew, just like you had known when he was jealous, that it was just dumb. As if he would choose anyone over you.
And he does notice that, as you've never liked confrontation or any sort of argument, you prefer to suffer in silence, and in the midst of your notes, than put your foot down and make the girl move seats. A characteristic of your temper that is so consistently yours that Rafe can't even let his mind wander on if you ever would.
As class nears its end, and after many more attempts at conversation or more apologies from the girl, Rafe did notice that your note-taking outright stopped, and you simply leaned on the back of your chair and into his arm. His hand slides over your arm, but that doesn't make you look up at him.
You sit there in silence until class ends, and only move when it's time to pack up your things. Rafe, with nothing to pack, just stood from his chair to stretch his legs. But so did the girl.
She grabs Rafe's forearm before she speaks, "Are you going to the party tonight?"
You and Rafe look down at her hand on his arm and back at her. "What party?" he asks.
As the girl excitedly starts laying out the details, you force yourself to zone out and finish packing up. With your bag over your shoulder, Rafe snaps you back into reality by laying his warm hand over your head, sliding from the top to the back of your neck as he says, "We'll go, right, baby?" with his flirtatious smile.
"Sure," you tell them with a short and hesitant smile.
Rafe looks back at the girl, who stares back at you as if in a silent dare, and he digs his fingers in your hair to give you a reassuring touch. "We'll have fun," he says to clear the air, and you give him a short smile again.
Sure.
(...)
Thankfully, Patty's presence blessed your dorm as soon as you texted her about the party, and, with one look at your face, she had forced you to spill every bit of information that had made you hesitate every step to get ready for tonight.
Patty sat down and heard it all. To your surprise, she doesn't get angry as she usually does when Rafe does something wrong. She just listens.
"What are you scared of, exactly?" She asked when you finished, but you didn't know what to say. "That Rafe will cheat on you? Leave you?"
You knew, deep down, that Rafe would never do that.
"No," You told her.
"Than what?" Patty asks as if she's leading you to say the most obvious thing in the world.
But you just don't understand what.
"Rafe would never do that to you," She assures you, "I know it, and you know it. But a girl comes along, who I'm sure already knows that Rafe is dating you, and thinks she can do everything-"
"How would she know? Maybe she doesn't know." You naively and dumbly say, which grants you a glare.
"Do we live in medieval times, or do we have access to public social media where your relationship is openly posted on?" She asks you in an aggressive tone that just makes you chuckle, "And that is if Rafe himself hasn't already made it clear, which, let's be honest, he definitely did."
"So, what do I do? Just let it-"
"What?! No!" Patty almost screams, making you smile, "You get off your ass and make that girl leave your boyfriend alone. She obviously hasn't gotten the message like a normal person, so make it clearer to her that he's taken." She emphasizes the word aggressively, making you look away, "I'm not saying that you should fight her, babe - though you could... But make her see that Rafe is not up for grabs."
(...)
Easier said than done.
Sure, Patty did give you the confidence to put your foot down, and you get ready. In theory. In theory, you already knew what to say and do. But when the party came, everything felt too big for you. And that's why Patty gave you alcohol. Maybe too much alcohol.
You truly didn't see much harm at first, and Patty did know how to make a drink. Overall, it took you too long to notice that the damage had already been done with the previous cup, let alone with the one in your hand. With just a gulp to go.
Patty kept an eye on you even when you decided to be the one to leave her side. Neither of you had yet found Rafe or any of his new friends, so you found yourself in the company of just-as-drunk sorority girls. She watched as you squealed in excitement every time one of the girls would mention an auditorial class that you both have, which would only lead to your natural response to declare friendship for life.
Either way, she let you have your fun while she had hers, too. And that's when she lost you.
Patty didn't panic because the sorority girls also had seemingly disappeared, which probably only meant that you had moved to dance or get another drink. So she decides to just text you to see if you're alive, and you answer quickly with a 'yed'.
Good enough.
Minutes later, Rafe spotted you. He had entered the house party with some of his friends behind him, knowing from Patty's text that you two had come earlier than planned. He did not expect you to have already started drinking, but he couldn't help but smile behind his beer as he saw you dance with a group of girls he had never seen, looking like you're living your best day on earth.
You're wearing a short, light blue satin dress, glued to your torso, but flowing with your movements as it rests just below your ass. You have a white cardigan in your hand, probably from growing hot with all the jumping and singing - or screaming - of the lyrics.
Rafe went unnoticed by you for quite a bit. In fact, you had stopped looking for him ever since a single song you knew the lyrics to started. And, maybe after 7 songs later, the girls did want to grab drinks, so you walked with them out of Rafe's field of view.
The kitchen was full of people, but the girls did open a way and made it easier to walk through everyone as they loudly exclaimed their 'excuse me'. As you take another shot with them, Patty found Rafe with his friends.
"Have you seen her yet?" She asks before a proper hello.
"Yeah, she hasn't seen me, though," Rafe says behind his beer before taking a swig.
Patty chuckles, thinking back on your behavior before walking away, which does make it more apparent why you've forgotten your mission for the night.
As Patty goes to open her mouth to speak, a hand wraps around Rafe's shoulder in an attempt to turn him around. Rafe does, but he does not find you.
"Hi!" The blonde loudly exclaims as he faces her. "You came!"
Patty looks at the girl, and it instantly clicks. She watches as Rafe does small talk with the girl, but his friends steal his attention a few times during their conversation. The girl, with this, looks at Patty and smiles brightly as well, "Hi to you too. Did you come with him?"
Just as Patty opens her mouth to speak again, she is interrupted with a drunk girl stumbling into her. With a giggle, the girl holds onto her as she calls out her name, and Patty can't help but laugh at you. The drunken girl who is just so happy to see her at a party, while totally forgetting that you came in together.
"Hey there, drunk girl, having fun?" She asks you, granting herself a nod. "Where did your friends go?"
"Bathroom." You hiccup.
"Have you seen Rafe yet?" Patty tests you, watching as you are obviously unaware of the man just behind you. "No?" She confirms as you shake your head sadly, "Are you sure?" Rafe smiles behind you as he catches on to the conversation.
Patty grabs onto your waist and turns you around. You almost stumble, but then a loud gasp escapes your lips. Your handsome boyfriend, right in front of you. You squeal in drunken excitement, and Rafe smiles as you reach up your arms to his face. He lets you caress his cheek and then pull him into a hug.
Rafe wraps his vacant arm around you to hold you against his side. He looks down at you as you begin to speak, glistening under the house's dim lights with a sheen of sweat from dancing. He smiles down at your mouth, and you plant a kiss on his lips.
You separate from him in a gasp, "My jacket."
Patty laughs behind you, and you turn to face her. "Do you want me to look for it?"
"You would do that for me?" You ask with glistening eyes.
Rafe's chest vibrates behind you in a chuckle, and Patty smiles at you in response before walking toward the kitchen.
As you go to turn back to Rafe, your hand runs up his arm in familiarity, and then your eyes stop on someone. A girl just beside you. You frown in thought as you think back on who she is, and then the thoughts and heavy heart come back as a reminder.
She looks through the dance floor, avoiding your eye, and Rafe's voice snaps her back, even when he's just talking to his friends. Her eyes fall on you right after, and you stare at one another for a bit. You open your mouth to drunkenly ask for her name at an attempt at a friendly introduction, but her voice stops you.
"'m going to get a drink. Want me to get you another beer?"
But the question wasn't to you. Her eyes are on Rafe, who stopped mid-sentence to look at her, and says, "Sure, thanks."
You, drunk as you are, openly frown at her, and she walks away toward the kitchen. You finish turning over to Rafe, who looks down at you, and you continue to frown. "Why did you want her to get you a beer?" You ask him, making him look down at you.
"Because she offered." He says, but your frown only worsens.
"Are you going to accept anything she offers you?" You ask him, and Rafe can't even hide his shock at your tone with him. Never in a million years had he seen this coming.
His silence only makes you take a step away from him, out of his reach, and Rafe watches you do it. Your anger is so out of character that Rafe almost looks at his friends for help, but they sense the tension too. They excuse themselves to both of you to go outside to smoke.
"Well, are you?" You ask him again.
Rafe chuckles down at you, entertained. He puts down his nearly finished beer beside him and tries to reach for you. But you move away.
"Rafe." You turn your head in emphasis as you call out to him to answer you.
"Are you really asking me that?" He asks you over the loud music.
You don't answer.
"No, baby." He says with a smile, which only seems to sour your mood even more. "I am not going to accept anything else from her."
"Anything else...?" Even the tips of your fingers seem to sting in anger, "So you're accepting the beer that she obviously went out of her way of to get you, and only you?"
Rafe really cannot hold it together, for he fights for his life to not just laugh out of pure shock. He didn't even think you were capable of being mad at him anymore.
Your conversation is cut short with both Patty and the girl coming back at the same time. You look away from Rafe and offer Patty a short, uncharacteristic smile in thanks for the jacket. She looks between the two of you right away, and Rafe grabs the beer from the blonde's hands.
"I'm going to get some air." You tell Patty.
Patty stares at you as you walk away, and she turns to face the man behind her. He looks away from you and then over at Patty with his mouth open. Speechless. Patty's look is as clear as day to mean "What the fuck did you say to her?", but Rafe cannot bring himself to speak.
It takes him a bit to figure out what the hell is going on. But Rafe only really starts moving when he sees you step out of the house.
He puts down his drink, gaining the girl's attention, and as she reaches for him and worryingly asks, "Is everything okay?", Rafe simply squeezes past her to follow you out.
Outside, you slide your arms through the cardigan's sleeves and cover your torso from the chill in the wind. You walk through the groups of people, smoking and talking, on the wrap-around porch, excusing yourself to a more secluded area. Once you find it, you lean back on the wall and sigh to yourself.
You pull your phone out of your pocket and try to entertain yourself while the cold sets in.
"Baby," You hear from in front of you, and you look up to find Rafe looking at you.
You lock your phone and put it back in your pocket, still holding your jacket close to you. "I don't want to talk to you right now, Rafe"
"Why?" He asks as walks closer to you, still leaving a space between the two of you.
"Because you're really getting on my nerves, and I don't want to fight with you." You tell him sincerely.
"I am?" He asks, and you nod. He smiles, and you know he's getting ready to tease you. You know that smile - have known it for so long. It flips your stomach around and makes your heart warm, but you're really not in the mood. "Over a beer?"
"It's obviously more than a beer," You start, but he doesn't seem to get it yet. "Rafe, I'm serious."
"So am I, baby. Always." He takes a step closer, closing the space between the two of you. "Just tell me what's wrong." His warm hands find your waist.
"You're smiling," You tell him, "You'll laugh in my face."
"Never."
You huff out a breath and let your head fall back to the wall. Rafe gets even closer to you, and his warmth shields you from the wind. You look away from him to the people around you.
The closest group is a good distance away from you, and the music is muffled by all the sliding doors around you being closed. You're by yourselves, basically. No one but him will hear you.
"I don't like how..." You start, grabbing Rafe's attention again, smile-less. "I don't like that you let her get close to you all the time. Or talk to you like she knows you... I really don't."
The silence between you two sets, and Rafe's thumbs smooth over the satin of your dress, offering you comfort. You two stand in the silence for a little bit, giving yourself a bit to breathe and to make sure nothing is being left unsaid. You look at his face, which you always seem to love to death, but your heart still feels heavy.
"I didn't think you were capable of jealousy." Rafe comments, getting a look in return, "What do you want me to do with her?"
You know his words are sincere, but you do sense a bit of his enjoyment in this conversation. And your heart squeezes harshly.
"Rafe..." You say to him, feeling the tears coming. "I'm serious."
As soon as Rafe sees the glistening in your eyes, his whole face changes too. "I know you're serious, baby." His hands come up to your waist, under your jacket, to hold you even closer to him. "Why are you crying?"
"Because you're enjoying this, you asshole," You tell him, voice wet with the need to cry. "I can see it in your face."
"I am, but not because I'm making fun of you." He tells you.
You stay silent and keep looking at him with a minuscule pout you're obviously holding back. Rafe brings a hand up to your face and wipes the first tear from under your eye before it falls down your cheek.
"I'm sorry," He tells you sincerely, "I really am. I was being stupid."
"You are being stupid," you correct him, getting a tilt of his lips.
"I am being stupid," He repeats. "But what do you want me to do?"
"Not talk to her," You say with a sniffle, "You don't have to be rude, but don't make it seem like... You are okay with it."
"Done," He tells you. "What else?"
You feel a small pull at your lips for a small smile, but you look away from him to hold it back.
"Just tell her you're taken. That's all." You tell him.
"I have, but I will do it again." His words make your chest lighter, and your eyes go back to his. "What else?"
You don't hold the small grin that comes this time, and sigh in thought.
"I don't think I have any other requests."
"No?" He asks, leaning closer to you, "I was expecting a request for a tattoo of your face on my chest, at least."
You laugh in his face and reach your hands to him. His arms completely wrap around you, with the opportunity of you moving, gluing you to him. "You're right, I should be more possessive over you."
Rafe hums in agreement, looking down at your lips. You kiss him and pull away to look at him again. "I still hate you for wanting to laugh at me."
"I was just happy that you were finally possessive over me. I'm a simple man."
"More like scared to lose you, Rafe. Not possessive."
Rafe moves his head back a bit to look at you completely, his smile faltering a bit. "You're never getting rid of me, baby. I'll get the tattoo before you ever get that thought back into your head."
You chuckle as he smiles with you. "I love you," you tell him, getting a kiss in turn, "and I am freezing."
Rafe looks for the closest door of the house, and pulls you with him. The loud music fills your ears, and Rafe pushes you in before closing the door behind him. He leaves a hand on your hip and then starts leading you through the crowd, who's dancing to the music.
The house gets warmer and warmer as you get deeper into it. Not only from it being full of people, but from most of the crowd still being actively enjoying the party. You consider taking your jacket off, but Rafe's hand on your hips is starting to confuse you.
You expect him to take you back to where everyone was before you left, but you notice that he is taking you elsewhere when you start walking down a hallway.
You look over your shoulder as Rafe opens a door and peeks inside, and he places his hands on your hips to pull you into what seems like an unused guest bedroom.
Of course.
A small chuckle leaves your lips as you turn around to face him. "Don't we always end our discussions with sex?" You tell him as he closes the door.
"You're complaining?" He tests you.
You take off your cardigan and lay it on the naked mattress behind you. "Maybe," you shrug as Rafe walks closer to you, "Maybe our relationship is too heavy on sex."
Rafe pauses in front of you, and you can't help but laugh out loud at the look on his face. "You don't think we should be lighter on sex?" You ask him.
"You're the one that wakes me up in the middle of the night to eat you out, so don't-" You cackle at him and feel your face warm with his words.
"And you do it every single time," You tell him as he steps closer to you, "You never complain."
Rafe pushes you to sit on the bed, then goes down to your height. You watch him as he brings your leg over his shoulder, and lean back on your elbows in the bed. Rafe looks up at you as he lays a kiss on the inside of your thigh, and your breathing heavies.
"And I will continue to do it." He kisses your skin again, "For as many times as you want me to."
You smile down at him, and he slides your dress up your hips as his mouth follows, looking away while kissing your lower tummy. Your breathing hitches as he moves down and kisses your pussy over your underwear, applying pressure with his lips over the thin fabric.
Rafe kisses you over the fabric one more time, and you hold your breath when he moves your panties to the side. And, with it, he looks up at you again, just to check on you, light eyes darkened with lust, before his mouth closes the distance between you two.
Rafe doesn't kiss anymore, not like before. He holds your panties with one hand and licks right between your lips, from your entrance to your clit in just one slow movement. Your eye contact breaks instantly as you let out a deep breath and let your head fall back.
You unfold your arms and fall back completely on the mattress. Rafe watches you and uses that moment to adjust his kneeling and pull your panties off your legs completely. You chuckle as he throws it over at you, and he roughly holds onto your hips to maneuver your body closer to his mouth.
His warm mouth and tongue work on your pussy, and your hands move to his on your hips. The feeling of his tongue over your clit, with his rough hold over your hips underneath your hands, makes you let out a whimper, and that just motivates him to do more.
Rafe sucks on your clit, and you quickly move to grab at his longer hair at the top of his head - a part of Rafe's that you have been deprived of for way too long since the buzz cut, which had led to you one night begging him to grow it back again. He groans into your skin, and you look down at him. You watch him as he lets go of your clit with a wet kiss and moves his tongue down to your entrance.
He pulls you in closer to slide his tongue, and his nose slides across your clit, making you whimper out to him. He smiles as he licks back up and sucks your clit back into his mouth.
You close your eyes, with your heart racing and with pleasure thick in every fiber of your body. And it is with his head between your legs, and you lying across the bed with your dress up to your hips, that the door of the bedroom opens suddenly and scares the absolute shit out of you.
In a millisecond, you rise in your elbows and try to close your legs with Rafe lifting his head right between them.
But you then just meet the eyes of the blonde. That same blonde. She stands by the half-opened door, frozen from head to toe, and her mouth is left ajar. "I..." She begins to say, but she doesn't seem to find the words.
You truly don't know what comes across your drunken brain, but as you look at her. Frozen as she looks between you and Rafe. You can't help but start laughing.
And laughing some more.
You bring your hand to your mouth to hide your giggles, and that just seems to snap her awake, as just after your third loud chuckle, the door is slammed closed, and she is gone.
You fall back on the bed, not controlling your giggles just yet. Rafe lets out his own chuckle as he lets his head fall onto your leg.
The two of you stay like this for a bit, and your racing heart begins to slow with your giggles.
When you finally calm down, he kisses your thigh and gets up to lock the door. You watch him as he turns the key and, on his way back to the bed, you sit up and raise your dress over your head.
Rafe watches your every movement as more of your soft skin is revealed and no bra appears underneath the dress. When you're done, he takes his own shirt off, and you smile up at him.
"What are you smiling about, hm?" He asks you with a smile of his own, "Thought we have too much sex. Weren't you just considering stopping all of that just now?"
"Just wanted your opinion, Rafey," you tease him as you reach out and grab him by the waist of his jeans. "Can't a girl be curious?"
Rafe follows your pulling and watches as you unbuckle his jeans without breaking eye contact with him. He brings his pants down his legs and then kisses you to let himself be pulled over on top of you.
You wrap your legs around him and, as your tongue glides across his, your hand slides over his boxers. Rafe lets out a small moan into your mouth, and you pull away from the kiss. Rafe gets his boxers off, and your eyes follow him the whole time.
You let out a giggle as he pulls you even closer to him by your leg, and lock eyes as he slides right inside of you.
"Oh, fuck," he whispers to himself when he gets totally inside of you. "Every time," he tells you as he feels your warmth and slick around his dick. As perfect and every time he does it.
You smooth your hand over his shoulder to the back of his neck, and you give him a nod to start moving. Rafe, right away, begins to thrust into you and moves down to rest his forearm beside your head to lean over you. You moan right into his face as he thrusts more deeply into you, and he shines a smile before silencing you with a kiss.
Your nails dig into the back of his head, and Rafe groans at the squelch one of his thrusts produces and how your pussy squeezes him in response. His lips separate from yours and move into the curve of your shoulder, letting you moan into his ear as he lays kisses over your skin.
You whimper at a certain thrust, and Rafe bites at the skin on your neck. Your legs hold onto him closer, and he moves over to your ear, "Does it feel good, baby?" You nod, "Want more?" You nod again. He chuckles into your hair and pulls away from you, pausing his movements into you.
Your hand falls by your head as he sits up, and you open your mouth to complain when he slides out of you. "Turn around," he tells you, making you unwrap your legs from around him and turn on the bed. Rafe's hand follows your movements, resting on your hips as you lie on your stomach and raise your ass up at him.
He moves your legs to have you comfortably in front of him, and then slides back in. You moan at the feeling, sensing him impossibly deeper and right where you want him. He chuckles, knowing by now that this will always be your favorite position, and starts thrusting into you.
His hands grab onto you, and occasionally slide to grab at your ass, always getting a sound of yours in return. He curses out loud as you feel even wetter as he touches you and keeps slamming at a reasonable rhythm into you.
Rafe watches as you bring an arm away from near your head over to your pussy, making you breathe out a whimper as you touch your own clit. Rafe leans over you and meets your hand with his own, but before you can move yours away, he holds it under his so he can also slide over your clit with his and your fingers.
The feeling of his rougher over your soft skin is something Rafe has done before, but it works. You raise your upper body from the bed with your other arm and lean your forehead into the mattress as you moan out. Rafe lets your hand escape and does all the work for you all over again.
His touch over your clit with his own groans and heavy breathing over yours, the sound of his hips slamming into your skin, and even your own whimpering. It all becomes a lot to you before you even realize it.
Rafe senses it, you grow tighter and the hands by your sides close into fists with nothing to grab.
"Are you close already?" Rafe questions.
You moan in agreement, and his fingers speed up over your clit. You feel the pleasure in your belly rise in response, and your hips meet his thrusts back. You moan out loud as the orgasm begins to ripple through you, and Rafe lets out a moan as your pussy squeezes the hell out of his dick right back.
He lets you ride your orgasm out to the end, listening to you mumble nonsense noises as you let out heavy breaths and pleasure keeps moving through your body. As you slow down, he brings his thrusts to a stop and lets you have a breath.
"Rafe..." You mumble, and he keeps looking down at you, breathing heavily.
"Hm?"
You move your hand back to him, and he holds it. You pull him to you, and he leans over your body. A moan escapes you as his hips move against yours as he does, and then his warm torso against your back makes it even better.
"Want me close, baby?" Rafe asks as he kisses your shoulder. "Needy," he teases, and you groan at him. He chuckles against the skin of your back and tests, moving his hips into you. The sensation isn't too different from before, but now you two were skin to skin. Just as you wanted to be
You move back into him, dragging your ass into his hips, and he nips at the skin of your shoulder in response. He holds your hips in place and you let out a breath at the familiar pressure of his hands on your skin.
With you completely lying on the bed, with your ass slightly arching up for Rafe, pleasure then almost seems stronger when it reappears from the pressure. Rafe lays a forearm right behind your head and starts really thrusting into you.
You hold onto his arm as you moan out, and Rafe hides his face into your hair as he chases back his past, nearing orgasm, and you rebuild a one for yourself.
His warm breath against your skin and his sweaty chest and abs dragging across your back, in some way, stimulates you further.
You bring your hand behind you and grab his head to pull his lips into yours. It isn't a perfect kiss in any way. With pleasure back strong as ever for both of you, you two need to breathe in the midst of the kiss or pause even to moan into each other's mouths. Spit coats your lips and even down a bit to your chin, but something in your depraved brain loves every second of it. You also don't let Rafe pull away from the kiss, and he doesn't protest.
Rafe begins to feel his own orgasm closer and closer, and he deepens the kiss further. Your hand clings onto his hair, and Rafe groans from the pressure. He brings both of his arms into the bed, making himself impossibly closer to you, and he thrusts harder into you with the support of his hold on the mattress.
Your insides seem to explode with the power of your orgasm, and you finally pull away from the kiss to bring your face into the bed. Rafe finally too cums, bringing his face into your shoulder for support.
You two breathe heavily as pleasure runs for, what seems, from one body to the next, and stay as close to one another as possible.
When the two of you finally return to reality, Rafe pulls out and falls on the bed beside you. The cold of the room hits your back, but you don't mind it too much.
"You okay?" He makes sure, and you nod.
"Are you?" You ask in a teasing tone.
He looks over at you, his hair a mess and still a little bit out of breath, but he smiles as an answer. "Round three?"
You do a tired chuckle, and he keeps looking at you. "Maybe after my nap."
"Deal," He says, making you laugh again.
Watching Off Campus made me miss my babies, so here I am. Writing them having sex, as always.
Words: 4k+
Summary: The morning after on the boat, and your graduation ceremony.
Warnings: Fem!Reader. Family stuff (mention of arguments and difficult relationships with parents).
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A/N.: I really, really hope you guys enjoy this!
Finally! The day of your graduation has come. You can’t really say that your wait for it has been all that bad, given that the day before has left you with absolutely no complaints. But, today does mean the beginning of anxiety of college, being that up close in your future… which is both exciting and terrifying.
With that being said, you haven’t found it in you to get up from the bed.
Your alarm keeps blasting for a few seconds before Rafe finally reaches for it and shuts it off. The ceremony starts at 11, and you set your alarm way earlier, 7AM, for the boat trip back, and then get ready at Patty’s home. But waking up at 7AM is not for the weak. Especially when the weak in question are a couple that was having sex until 2AM yesterday.
Rafe, who is lying on his back, with his arm serving as your pillow, turns on his side and snuggles into the crook of your neck. Your arm wraps around him, over his shoulders, and he just stays there. You kiss his arm and open your eyes. You’ll fall asleep in minus three seconds if he stays like this.
“Up,” you tell him, “Get up, Rafe.”
Rafe does not move, and, for a bit, you begin to think that he’s fallen back asleep. You unwrap your arm from his neck and pull him away by his shoulder. He turns back to lie on his back, and you move, slowly, to sit on your knees in the bed. It’s not very effective to make you get up and get off the bed, but at least you’re not at risk of falling asleep in this position.
“Come shower with me,” you say to him, tired eyes on his still naked, tanned chest.
“I’ll be right behind you.”
You chuckle and grab his hand. There’s no way he’s getting up if you leave him by himself. You pull him to sit up, but to no avail. “Rafe, get up.”
He doesn’t respond, with his eyes still closed and head on the fluffy pillow, and you push yourself out of the bed while huffing out a breath.
You walk over to your bag to get some clothes to wear after the shower, and hear Rafe begin to move. You look over your shoulder and find him looking at you, with his eyes half-closed and leaning back on his forearms.
“Come on.”
“What time is it?”
“Seven.” You get up with your clothes in your hand, “And we need to be back on the island by 8. And we still need to eat breakfast, so, please…” You walk towards the bed again, “Get up.”
Rafe, in response, grabs onto the shirt you’re wearing and tries to pull you back into bed. It’s like you’re talking to a deaf man. No words are reaching his brain yet.
You sigh and step away. You walk over and get inside the bathroom. Putting your stuff over the counter, you go back into the room to grab some socks. When standing back up from your bag, you look over at Rafe to see him already staring at you, now with his eyes fully open.
You two look at each other for about 5 seconds, and then, with the first idea that comes to your brain, you pull the shirt you’re wearing over your head. And with Rafe’s attention peaked, you disappear into the bathroom.
And, just like you envisioned, it doesn’t take him a minute to walk in after you and close the door behind him.
(...)
Half an hour later, you and Rafe appear in the boat’s kitchen. Rafe is, finally, wearing a shirt, and you are finally in clothes that aren’t a bikini. You look over at the outside to see everybody already eating their breakfast or deep in conversation, but the sight of the table is enough to make you look away.
You move over to grab a bowl, and Rafe follows, making sure to steal the one you have in your hand for his own breakfast. You sigh, in the loudest and most obnoxious way you can, and grab another for yourself. Rafe chuckles and kisses your cheek before going to grab the cereal from the other counter.
The door slides open, and you look over to see Topper.
“Morning,” he says to you both, his voice thick in sleep.
“Good morning,” you say back, before Rafe follows.
“How’d you sleep?” Topper says as he begins to wash his bowl, “Because I slept like a rock.”
You laugh at him, and he offers you a grin, a very, very tired grin – which tells you how much he would’ve loved to stay asleep. You pour in your cereal and milk and make your way outside, leaving both of the men to talk among themselves. Your mind does go a mile an hour when your eyes meet the table, but you try to hold yourself together.
You sit beside Patty, and she, tiredly, gives you a ‘morning’. You take your first bite of your cereal, and your brain is already going to Rafe’s head between your thighs yesterday. It makes it difficult to swallow almost instantly… and, just like that, you take a deep breath and scream in your brain until that whole image is wiped away. Exactly what a sane person would do during their breakfast.
“Is Rafe talking to you now?” Kelce asks you before taking a bite off his toast, startling you a bit, but it goes unnoticed.
“Yeah,” You say as Rafe makes his way out to have breakfast too, “He’s back to normal.”
“Who is?” Rafe asks, oblivious.
“You are.” Kelce tells him, “You were sulking the entire d-”
“I was not sulking,” Rafe corrects, and you laugh behind your spoon.
“You were absolutely sulking,” Patty corrects back. “All because she wanted to hang out with your sister.”
“It's for a good reason,” Rafe says back to her, smiling as he goes along with the joke. “Sarah is very annoying. I was trying to protect her from her hideous clutches,” You start laughing again, “But she preferred to give herself away. I had every right to be upset.”
“Only you, to think that Sarah is more annoying than you,” Patty answers back, and Rafe gives her a look. “What? Just because she’s…” as she points to you “...too in love with you to say that, it does not make it untrue.”
“Babe,” Rafe calls you, and you look up from your cereal, “Am I annoying?”
“Don’t lie to him,” Patty tells you.
“He is not annoying.” You defend Rafe, which makes him send another look at Patty, “he’s just… ” he looks back at you as Patty cackles right away, “a little difficult.”
Patty and Kelce laugh out loud, and you are left to smile while Rafe gives you a stare down. You put down your spoon and grab his hand from over the table. You give it a kiss and lay it on your lap.
“Unbelievable,” Rafe whispers to himself, dramatically.
You laugh at that and finish your breakfast. Patty takes a while to live what you say down, and eventually, starts another conversation with Kelce. For the rest of breakfast, Rafe pinches your thigh and mistreats you in every possible way under the table. Not enough to hurt, of course, but enough to get on your nerves and show you what annoying really is.
As you stand up to go wash your bowl and spoon, you look over at him, sitting at the head of the table and consequently enclosing you on your side of the table, and he’s looking back at you. You smile at him and scooch closer to him, appearing to just be getting ready to walk around him to get out of the booth-like seats. When you lay your hand on his shoulder to go around him, you give him a kiss on his cheek and whisper, using your corniest and cheesiest tone, right in his ear, “I love you. Even when you are a little difficult.”
He pinches you again.
(...)
It truly didn’t cross your mind how many people would be in the stands to see you graduate. Especially not after the whole argument with your parents and the end of your friendship with Kristy and the other girls. But also because most of the people you know are also graduating: Patty, Topper, Kelce, and so many other acquaintances – especially all of those you’ve made through these last few months, sober or not.
Still, you tried not to think of the fact that, maybe, your parents are not here to celebrate you. And neither is anyone else that you’ve known before this year’s events. Even when you’d be dead wrong because, while the ceremony is still half an hour away from its start, most families and friends already sit on the stands. And that includes your mom and dad.
She looks around as she takes her seat, a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers lying on her lap. Among her many others hold onto gifts, more flowers, and cameras as they catch their friend’s, family member’s, and significant other’s big day. In front of the stands are the many chairs where the graduating class will sit, still vacant. And it is enough to make her insides burn with uneasiness.
Kristy’s mother and father, as well as the rest of the girls’ families, sit beside her, all deep in conversation, which they pleasantly made sure to stop when she came to sit by them. Surely, not the best crowd, but is it the best your mom could get. They were fine with her, at first, asking about you and congratulating you – “How’s she?”, “She must be so excited”, “My daughter told me about her GPA. Your girl is amazing,” – but she noticed how their true curiosities are beginning to boil over, and they’re dying to know more.
Your mom isn’t sure how much they know. She has been told that you’re not hiding your relationship with Rafe anymore, which sure did surprise a lot of her peers at work (as she’s been told), but her reaction and your father’s have been kept a secret from everyone. No one seems to know about it, and yet she knows that Kristy’s mom has to. Kristy was there, after all.
“How’s Kristy?” Your mom starts, looking at the woman beside her.
“Oh, you know… Could be better,” she offers her a shrug as her eyes continue to study the crowd, “She was very inconsolable after the party, a few weeks ago. Still not sure what happened exactly, but…” she sighs, “She’s gotten better.”
“I’m glad,” your mom politely answers. After all, she’d only asked to know if Kristy would be excited for today, her graduation, but she sure got a whole lot more.
With a slight nudge, your father pokes with his elbow to grab your mom’s attention, and then directs her eyes to a group in the stands. It takes her a while to find who he’s pointing at, but she does. And so does everybody else.
“I love Rose’s dress,” Kristy’s mother affirms out loud.
Your mother’s eyes stay on the group that has just arrived from the entrance in the stands and walks around in front of them to find seats. The group is Rose, Ward, Wheezie, Sarah, and, of course, Rafe Cameron. Rose leads the way with Ward, and Rafe talks to Wheezie as Sarah is looking around the gym. Ward is holding a bouquet, and so is Rafe.
“... the entire family?” One of the mothers exclaims to her friends, but yours can’t understand her entire question from having just snapped awake from her thoughts.
“Supposedly, Rafe Cameron’s friends are all graduating today, too. Including that Topper boy, the one who dated Sarah.” Kristy’s mother explains, making the other moms ooh and aah in acknowledgment.
Your mother continues to watch the Camerons as they take their seats, not too far away. She watches as Rafe and Sarah bicker over something as they sit down, which ends with Rafe getting an elbow to the ribs. Before Rafe can reciprocate with his brotherly love, Ward gives him a look, and he stops. The men exchange a few words and shut up, because, right as they do, people begin to cheer the graduating classes into the room.
It’s difficult to find you, at first, among all the navy blue gowns and caps, but everyone who wishes to does find you eventually. Holding Patty’s hand as you walk side by side to find your seats, and your mother notices how nice you look. Make-up done, hair done, a smile on your face, and the color of the cords around your neck contrasting with the color of the gown and cap – gold, purple, and red.
You take your seat, not too far away from Patty, and you two share a look before she faces forward. Your mother watches you as you sit, adjusting the gown over your legs before someone eventually starts a conversation beside you, making you smile and nod as you speak. Your mother assumes that the person is a classmate of yours, as you seem to know each other, and she notices how your eyes discreetly go into the stands, looking all over.
She fights the urge to stand and wave her arms in the air for you to see her, though she feels it burn through her. But your smile to the stands appears as soon as your eyes meet Sarah, who surely did not hesitate to get your attention, followed right after by Wheezie, and Rafe, who is less enthusiastic and continuously side eyes his sisters.
She looks away when Kristy’s mother waves over at her daughter, who stands just in the row behind yours. Kristy waves back to her mother with a bright smile, too, and her mother looks over at yours.
“Where is she going to college?” Meaning you.
“Chapel Hill,” your mother tells her, “And Kristy?”
“North Florida,” she answers, making sure to stay silent for a bit before continuing. “I’m surprised your girl will stay so close to home.”
“How so?” Your mother frowns.
“Because of how everything has gone down,” she shrugs, “At least that is what my Kristy told me.”
Your mother forces herself to not answer her.
“So, she’s going to university with Rafe, is it?” Another mother intervenes, leaning in to be heard, catching your mother by surprise.
“I believe so, yes.” Your mother nods, not looking away when the woman seems even more interested now.
“It must be scary.” Kristy’s mother says.
“Not really,” your mother shakes her head to clear any confusion between the mothers, “My daughter’s an adult. I trust her.”
“That’s good,” Kristy’s mother says, but it’s obvious that she means a lot more than those words, or else her lips wouldn’t curve as they do.
“And I hope your Kristy finds friends in Florida.”
“And why wouldn’t she?”
Your mother shrugs, looking over at the chairs full of high school to-be-graduates, quickly finding Kristy by herself in silence while she tries to avoid looking in your direction. “Some people struggle with socializing after separating from their life-long friends,” she looks over at her mother again, “And Kristy has a big personality, which may be misinterpreted at times.” She sighs, “People might struggle with her egotistical and intrusive ways, but I’m sure she’ll manage.”
And, with that, the ceremony starts.
(...)
The ceremony is perfect. There were speeches from the teachers and the dean of the school, and then the handing off of diplomas. Everyone was in good spirits. Everyone laughed at the jokes made by the speakers, and everyone had a good time. Caps flew, everyone cheered, and, naturally, grew ready to leave the building to celebrate further.
You found Patty before walking out, and you two walked hand in hand, out of sight, as your parents began to lift off their seats. Kristy’s mother hasn’t spoken to yours since the start of the ceremony, and maybe it was for the best. Even when the silence kept rising, and tension became unbelievably thick. Your mother didn’t care to wave the girls’ mothers goodbye as they went, and simply talked to your father, who had gone quiet after seeing you with your diploma up on stage.
It took a few good minutes to leave the room with the gigantic crowd of families and friends in front of them, but when they stepped out, the fresh air and hot sun were there to greet them.
Finding you among these people was the worst of it all. With the graduates blending into the already large crowd as they took their photos and hugged everyone, it was nearly impossible to find you.
But they did. You’re laughing out loud as Ward Cameron lays a bouquet over your hands, the same hands that already have at least another four bouquets from other people. The two of you share words and laughs, and Rose, though not speaking, laughs along with you. Your other friends, who also graduated today, stay close, talking among their families and friends as well.
Your parents can’t bring themselves to interrupt just yet and prefer to stand by, in a conversation of their own, as they watch you.
Rose, of course, is the one to force everyone into pictures, and your parents watch you as you take pictures among Patricia, Topper and Kelce first, and then with more friends, with Rafe, with Rafe’s entire family (taken by Patricia herself), with Rafe again (Rose’s request), with just Wheezie and Sarah, and then just yourself. It’s an understatement when you say that you’re tired when you finally run out of people to take pictures with.
Rafe holds onto your infinite supply of flowers while you socialize, and that is when your parents decide to make their approach. They’re slow and careful, almost scared to spook you or, worse, ruin your day. And they begin to notice the eyes on them as they walk up close. Patricia is the first one to notice, but she doesn’t say anything. And, eventually, everyone is looking. You’re the last one to notice, due to being in a conversation with your teacher, and your mother notices how your eyes widen slightly and your smile shifts into a nervous one.
“Hello,” Your father is the first one to speak.
“Hi,” You answer, turning to excuse yourself from the conversation with your teacher, who doesn’t mind and tells you ‘We’ll catch up another day,' before leaving.
“We’re here to congratulate you,” Your mother says before there’s a silence between you, handing you the bouquet of flowers, “I got you these. I hope you like them.”
You grab onto the bouquet with a sweet smile, noticing your favorite flowers among the leaves and others. You thank her as you notice a note between them. As you reach for it, your mother stops you with a gentle hand.
“Read it after,” She tells you.
“Okay,” you say in return, your tone soft. “I didn’t see you on the stands.”
That surprises your parents. “We were there,” your father is quick to say. “Higher up. Maybe on the fifth row counting from the top,” he specifies, making you almost chuckle.
“Thank you for coming,” You tell them, turning to Rafe to show him the bouquet. He isn’t very pleased with the sign of a new one to hold, “And for the flowers, again.”
“You’ve got a lot of them,” your mom says as Rafe begins a conversation with his dad, though still facing you with the flowers.
You chuckle, “I know,” and without realising, you start talking to your mom with no hesitation. “Those two are from teachers,” you point to the ones up top, the most recent in the pile. “Then, under that, there’s Rafe’s and his dad’s.” Your mother realizes the bouquet you first point at as your favorite flower in there, too, “And the last one is from Patty’s parents.” Your mother remembers that they are the family you’re now living with.
“Good luck finding enough jars for all of that,” your father jokes, and you can’t help but laugh.
The air around you becomes lighter, though some things are still being left unsaid, but all of you enjoy it for what it is for now.
Rose Cameron then decides to appear out of nowhere. Before any sort of greeting, she says, “Oh, good, you’re here!” to your parents, “Quick, let me take a photo for you,” which just makes Rafe laugh at you.
(...)
“What time did you say we had to be in the restaurant?” You ask Rafe as he closes his door from the driving seat.
Rafe thinks for a bit, looking straight forward to think harder. “Six.”
And with that, Rafe begins driving you to Patty’s house to change into the clothes for the dinner with his family to celebrate your graduation. You still have a good few hours to take your time and relax for a bit before being back on socialization duties, and, let’s be honest, more pictures.
You look over your shoulder at all the bouquets in the backseat, and, since the drive home is still a few good minutes – worse with the traffic around the school – you decide to start pulling the cards off every single one. With way too many in your hands, you lose track of which ones you’re reading until you get to see the signature in the end.
You try to read your teacher’s first, as they were the first you were able to pluck out through your acrobatics to reach the backseat while Rafe looked at the road. They were simple and pretty similar, both wishing you a great life, following this ceremony of great success, and with no regrets. And, of course, pleading for you to visit them and not forget about them after so many years. You smile while reading, each of them having your teacher’s own way of speaking and little jokes. It gets you happy.
After that, you close them and lay them on the center console between you and Rafe as you read his dad’s note. It is actually signed by everyone but Rafe, as he has his own for you, and the messages are all written with different pens, as well as in different lengths, but still meaningful. Rose and Ward thank you for all the help you've been for the family, congratulating you for every accomplishment, and being open about having you by their home as much as you wish, since “you’re part of the family now”.
Sarah’s message must have been written before yesterday, as it was written in blue pen: To my dearest friend, Y/N. Ever since I started invading your tutoring lessons with Wheezie, I knew you were a genius. I am so incredibly proud of you!! I hope you love your life in UNC, and hope you don’t forget us, poor un-graduates (is that even a word?), here on the island. I love you! Please give your number!
You laugh at how it ends, and it grabs Rafe’s attention, which makes you read it out loud and get yourself a classic roll of the eyes by Rafe himself.
You turn the small page to read Wheezie’s side, and it reads, written in black and with hearts over her i’s and under her exclamation points: To the best tutor in the world, Y/N. Congrats on your graduation! I am so happy for you!! I love you and love spending time with you. I still remember our first class together! But I have to admit that I do hate that you are leaving me for college. How am I supposed to get another tutor now? Can we please have tutoring classes on Zoom? I would much prefer it. Anyways. I love you. Please, let’s hang out before you leave for college! Without any homework, this time. P.S.: You should really give Sarah your number!
You read it out loud as Rafe finally escapes the traffic, and, this time, you notice his grin when you read the last words. He really does have a favorite sister – but you’re sure Sarah would not care, in the slightest.
Putting down the note on the console, you reach for Patty’s family’s note. It’s shorter, but sweet: To our newest addition to the family, CONGRATULATIONS!! We are so proud of you. You have such a bright future ahead of you! Our doors will always be open for you, whenever you need it. Don’t forget us! A smile appears on your face as you fold the note back up, and you put it down with the others.
As you open the next one, you notice your mother’s handwriting and pause. A small nervous wave washes over your stomach, and you take a little breath before reading: To our daughter, Y/N. I, your mom, am writing this from both of us, your father and I. Though things are complicated between us, we want you to know that we are still endlessly proud of you. You’ve worked hard your entire time in high school, without any breaks, and your work has definitely paid off. You are beautiful, intelligent, and have a seriously bright future ahead of you. We’re sorry if we weren’t clear with this. We love you. We will always love you, no matter our disagreements. I have many regrets of how things went wrong, and have many more after it took me so long to realize it. I’m thankful that others stepped up to help you when I couldn’t. I have failed you, as your mother. We both did, as your parents. You never deserved what happened, and I truly understand if you never want to speak with us again. If you ever wish to, take whatever time you may need to think about it, because we would be more than open to meet with you and apologize, if you’d even want to hear any apologies from us. If not, we may only celebrate your accomplishments with you, because you deserve to be celebrated. We love you. And will always love you. And with your dad’s handwriting, it ends with: Congratulations, our girl.
You look out of the window once you finish it, eyes moist with tears as emotions wash over you. It is mainly a relief to still have your family, after everything has happened, but also a fear of what may follow. What if you aren’t ready to meet and hear them out again? What if your trust in them broke in some way that you cannot fix? Or the other way around? You read over the last three sentences a few more times before the car stops at a red light, already near your house, and a hand lies over your leg.
“You okay?” Rafe asks.
You nod quickly, not trusting your voice yet, while blinking the existing tears away. They’re not sad tears, you don’t think. They’re probably the same ones you had thought had dried up already when you left your home.
“You sure?” Rafe still asks, squeezing your leg so you look at him.
He meets your teary eyes, and you nod again. “I promise,” you assure him, “I’m okay. Just emotional.”
Rafe hesitates to believe you, but he’s forced to let you go to shift gears and move the car when the light changes back to green. He still eyes you when the road appears to be safe enough, but you’re back to looking at the note from your parents. He lets you hold onto it in silence as he drives home.
After a bit, Rafe stops the car by the driveway of Patty’s home and looks over at the backseat, sighing dramatically at the sight. “You want them to be brought to the house, right?”
“Of course, I do,” You say, judging him for thinking that you didn’t.
He sighs yet again and begins taking off his seatbelt. But you don’t move, so he stops too.
“What?” He asks as you put down your parents’ note among the others on the console, and you look back up at him.
“I still need to read yours,” You say with a smile.
“It’s short,” he warns you, “Nothing special.”
You ignore him and open the note. It truly is very, very short, but you don’t feel disappointed. Rafe has never been one for words or speeches about how he loves you. But still, it is enough. Because he writes: To the girl I love, Y/N. Congratulations! After putting me through so many of your boring study sessions, it truly paid off. I am so proud of you! I love you!
“It’s dum-” He starts, but you interrupt.
“Why did you write it in pink?” You ask him, your heart beating quickly, trying to escape from your chest.
Rafe shrugs, leaning back on his seat. He looks at you as he fails to hide a smile, “It was the only pen I could find”.
A/N.: Know that my ass spent way too long researching about High school graduations in the US, Universities around the country (and their standings to choose one for Kristy), and all about graduation attire... My goodness.
Anywho, it is over, my people. It really is.
There is a short possibility of writing spontaneous blurbs or an actual epilogue for this story. Maybe something about these two in their college years, but I have no idea when that will take place.
I will be active on Tumblr nonetheless, since I still read fanfics every day of my life. I will always be an ask or DM away if you need me.
Words: 4k+
Summary: The morning after on the boat, and your graduation ceremony.
Warnings: Fem!Reader. Family stuff (mention of arguments and difficult relationships with parents).
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A/N.: I really, really hope you guys enjoy this!
Finally! The day of your graduation has come. You can’t really say that your wait for it has been all that bad, given that the day before has left you with absolutely no complaints. But, today does mean the beginning of anxiety of college, being that up close in your future… which is both exciting and terrifying.
With that being said, you haven’t found it in you to get up from the bed.
Your alarm keeps blasting for a few seconds before Rafe finally reaches for it and shuts it off. The ceremony starts at 11, and you set your alarm way earlier, 7AM, for the boat trip back, and then get ready at Patty’s home. But waking up at 7AM is not for the weak. Especially when the weak in question are a couple that was having sex until 2AM yesterday.
Rafe, who is lying on his back, with his arm serving as your pillow, turns on his side and snuggles into the crook of your neck. Your arm wraps around him, over his shoulders, and he just stays there. You kiss his arm and open your eyes. You’ll fall asleep in minus three seconds if he stays like this.
“Up,” you tell him, “Get up, Rafe.”
Rafe does not move, and, for a bit, you begin to think that he’s fallen back asleep. You unwrap your arm from his neck and pull him away by his shoulder. He turns back to lie on his back, and you move, slowly, to sit on your knees in the bed. It’s not very effective to make you get up and get off the bed, but at least you’re not at risk of falling asleep in this position.
“Come shower with me,” you say to him, tired eyes on his still naked, tanned chest.
“I’ll be right behind you.”
You chuckle and grab his hand. There’s no way he’s getting up if you leave him by himself. You pull him to sit up, but to no avail. “Rafe, get up.”
He doesn’t respond, with his eyes still closed and head on the fluffy pillow, and you push yourself out of the bed while huffing out a breath.
You walk over to your bag to get some clothes to wear after the shower, and hear Rafe begin to move. You look over your shoulder and find him looking at you, with his eyes half-closed and leaning back on his forearms.
“Come on.”
“What time is it?”
“Seven.” You get up with your clothes in your hand, “And we need to be back on the island by 8. And we still need to eat breakfast, so, please…” You walk towards the bed again, “Get up.”
Rafe, in response, grabs onto the shirt you’re wearing and tries to pull you back into bed. It’s like you’re talking to a deaf man. No words are reaching his brain yet.
You sigh and step away. You walk over and get inside the bathroom. Putting your stuff over the counter, you go back into the room to grab some socks. When standing back up from your bag, you look over at Rafe to see him already staring at you, now with his eyes fully open.
You two look at each other for about 5 seconds, and then, with the first idea that comes to your brain, you pull the shirt you’re wearing over your head. And with Rafe’s attention peaked, you disappear into the bathroom.
And, just like you envisioned, it doesn’t take him a minute to walk in after you and close the door behind him.
(...)
Half an hour later, you and Rafe appear in the boat’s kitchen. Rafe is, finally, wearing a shirt, and you are finally in clothes that aren’t a bikini. You look over at the outside to see everybody already eating their breakfast or deep in conversation, but the sight of the table is enough to make you look away.
You move over to grab a bowl, and Rafe follows, making sure to steal the one you have in your hand for his own breakfast. You sigh, in the loudest and most obnoxious way you can, and grab another for yourself. Rafe chuckles and kisses your cheek before going to grab the cereal from the other counter.
The door slides open, and you look over to see Topper.
“Morning,” he says to you both, his voice thick in sleep.
“Good morning,” you say back, before Rafe follows.
“How’d you sleep?” Topper says as he begins to wash his bowl, “Because I slept like a rock.”
You laugh at him, and he offers you a grin, a very, very tired grin – which tells you how much he would’ve loved to stay asleep. You pour in your cereal and milk and make your way outside, leaving both of the men to talk among themselves. Your mind does go a mile an hour when your eyes meet the table, but you try to hold yourself together.
You sit beside Patty, and she, tiredly, gives you a ‘morning’. You take your first bite of your cereal, and your brain is already going to Rafe’s head between your thighs yesterday. It makes it difficult to swallow almost instantly… and, just like that, you take a deep breath and scream in your brain until that whole image is wiped away. Exactly what a sane person would do during their breakfast.
“Is Rafe talking to you now?” Kelce asks you before taking a bite off his toast, startling you a bit, but it goes unnoticed.
“Yeah,” You say as Rafe makes his way out to have breakfast too, “He’s back to normal.”
“Who is?” Rafe asks, oblivious.
“You are.” Kelce tells him, “You were sulking the entire d-”
“I was not sulking,” Rafe corrects, and you laugh behind your spoon.
“You were absolutely sulking,” Patty corrects back. “All because she wanted to hang out with your sister.”
“It's for a good reason,” Rafe says back to her, smiling as he goes along with the joke. “Sarah is very annoying. I was trying to protect her from her hideous clutches,” You start laughing again, “But she preferred to give herself away. I had every right to be upset.”
“Only you, to think that Sarah is more annoying than you,” Patty answers back, and Rafe gives her a look. “What? Just because she’s…” as she points to you “...too in love with you to say that, it does not make it untrue.”
“Babe,” Rafe calls you, and you look up from your cereal, “Am I annoying?”
“Don’t lie to him,” Patty tells you.
“He is not annoying.” You defend Rafe, which makes him send another look at Patty, “he’s just… ” he looks back at you as Patty cackles right away, “a little difficult.”
Patty and Kelce laugh out loud, and you are left to smile while Rafe gives you a stare down. You put down your spoon and grab his hand from over the table. You give it a kiss and lay it on your lap.
“Unbelievable,” Rafe whispers to himself, dramatically.
You laugh at that and finish your breakfast. Patty takes a while to live what you say down, and eventually, starts another conversation with Kelce. For the rest of breakfast, Rafe pinches your thigh and mistreats you in every possible way under the table. Not enough to hurt, of course, but enough to get on your nerves and show you what annoying really is.
As you stand up to go wash your bowl and spoon, you look over at him, sitting at the head of the table and consequently enclosing you on your side of the table, and he’s looking back at you. You smile at him and scooch closer to him, appearing to just be getting ready to walk around him to get out of the booth-like seats. When you lay your hand on his shoulder to go around him, you give him a kiss on his cheek and whisper, using your corniest and cheesiest tone, right in his ear, “I love you. Even when you are a little difficult.”
He pinches you again.
(...)
It truly didn’t cross your mind how many people would be in the stands to see you graduate. Especially not after the whole argument with your parents and the end of your friendship with Kristy and the other girls. But also because most of the people you know are also graduating: Patty, Topper, Kelce, and so many other acquaintances – especially all of those you’ve made through these last few months, sober or not.
Still, you tried not to think of the fact that, maybe, your parents are not here to celebrate you. And neither is anyone else that you’ve known before this year’s events. Even when you’d be dead wrong because, while the ceremony is still half an hour away from its start, most families and friends already sit on the stands. And that includes your mom and dad.
She looks around as she takes her seat, a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers lying on her lap. Among her many others hold onto gifts, more flowers, and cameras as they catch their friend’s, family member’s, and significant other’s big day. In front of the stands are the many chairs where the graduating class will sit, still vacant. And it is enough to make her insides burn with uneasiness.
Kristy’s mother and father, as well as the rest of the girls’ families, sit beside her, all deep in conversation, which they pleasantly made sure to stop when she came to sit by them. Surely, not the best crowd, but is it the best your mom could get. They were fine with her, at first, asking about you and congratulating you – “How’s she?”, “She must be so excited”, “My daughter told me about her GPA. Your girl is amazing,” – but she noticed how their true curiosities are beginning to boil over, and they’re dying to know more.
Your mom isn’t sure how much they know. She has been told that you’re not hiding your relationship with Rafe anymore, which sure did surprise a lot of her peers at work (as she’s been told), but her reaction and your father’s have been kept a secret from everyone. No one seems to know about it, and yet she knows that Kristy’s mom has to. Kristy was there, after all.
“How’s Kristy?” Your mom starts, looking at the woman beside her.
“Oh, you know… Could be better,” she offers her a shrug as her eyes continue to study the crowd, “She was very inconsolable after the party, a few weeks ago. Still not sure what happened exactly, but…” she sighs, “She’s gotten better.”
“I’m glad,” your mom politely answers. After all, she’d only asked to know if Kristy would be excited for today, her graduation, but she sure got a whole lot more.
With a slight nudge, your father pokes with his elbow to grab your mom’s attention, and then directs her eyes to a group in the stands. It takes her a while to find who he’s pointing at, but she does. And so does everybody else.
“I love Rose’s dress,” Kristy’s mother affirms out loud.
Your mother’s eyes stay on the group that has just arrived from the entrance in the stands and walks around in front of them to find seats. The group is Rose, Ward, Wheezie, Sarah, and, of course, Rafe Cameron. Rose leads the way with Ward, and Rafe talks to Wheezie as Sarah is looking around the gym. Ward is holding a bouquet, and so is Rafe.
“... the entire family?” One of the mothers exclaims to her friends, but yours can’t understand her entire question from having just snapped awake from her thoughts.
“Supposedly, Rafe Cameron’s friends are all graduating today, too. Including that Topper boy, the one who dated Sarah.” Kristy’s mother explains, making the other moms ooh and aah in acknowledgment.
Your mother continues to watch the Camerons as they take their seats, not too far away. She watches as Rafe and Sarah bicker over something as they sit down, which ends with Rafe getting an elbow to the ribs. Before Rafe can reciprocate with his brotherly love, Ward gives him a look, and he stops. The men exchange a few words and shut up, because, right as they do, people begin to cheer the graduating classes into the room.
It’s difficult to find you, at first, among all the navy blue gowns and caps, but everyone who wishes to does find you eventually. Holding Patty’s hand as you walk side by side to find your seats, and your mother notices how nice you look. Make-up done, hair done, a smile on your face, and the color of the cords around your neck contrasting with the color of the gown and cap – gold, purple, and red.
You take your seat, not too far away from Patty, and you two share a look before she faces forward. Your mother watches you as you sit, adjusting the gown over your legs before someone eventually starts a conversation beside you, making you smile and nod as you speak. Your mother assumes that the person is a classmate of yours, as you seem to know each other, and she notices how your eyes discreetly go into the stands, looking all over.
She fights the urge to stand and wave her arms in the air for you to see her, though she feels it burn through her. But your smile to the stands appears as soon as your eyes meet Sarah, who surely did not hesitate to get your attention, followed right after by Wheezie, and Rafe, who is less enthusiastic and continuously side eyes his sisters.
She looks away when Kristy’s mother waves over at her daughter, who stands just in the row behind yours. Kristy waves back to her mother with a bright smile, too, and her mother looks over at yours.
“Where is she going to college?” Meaning you.
“Chapel Hill,” your mother tells her, “And Kristy?”
“North Florida,” she answers, making sure to stay silent for a bit before continuing. “I’m surprised your girl will stay so close to home.”
“How so?” Your mother frowns.
“Because of how everything has gone down,” she shrugs, “At least that is what my Kristy told me.”
Your mother forces herself to not answer her.
“So, she’s going to university with Rafe, is it?” Another mother intervenes, leaning in to be heard, catching your mother by surprise.
“I believe so, yes.” Your mother nods, not looking away when the woman seems even more interested now.
“It must be scary.” Kristy’s mother says.
“Not really,” your mother shakes her head to clear any confusion between the mothers, “My daughter’s an adult. I trust her.”
“That’s good,” Kristy’s mother says, but it’s obvious that she means a lot more than those words, or else her lips wouldn’t curve as they do.
“And I hope your Kristy finds friends in Florida.”
“And why wouldn’t she?”
Your mother shrugs, looking over at the chairs full of high school to-be-graduates, quickly finding Kristy by herself in silence while she tries to avoid looking in your direction. “Some people struggle with socializing after separating from their life-long friends,” she looks over at her mother again, “And Kristy has a big personality, which may be misinterpreted at times.” She sighs, “People might struggle with her egotistical and intrusive ways, but I’m sure she’ll manage.”
And, with that, the ceremony starts.
(...)
The ceremony is perfect. There were speeches from the teachers and the dean of the school, and then the handing off of diplomas. Everyone was in good spirits. Everyone laughed at the jokes made by the speakers, and everyone had a good time. Caps flew, everyone cheered, and, naturally, grew ready to leave the building to celebrate further.
You found Patty before walking out, and you two walked hand in hand, out of sight, as your parents began to lift off their seats. Kristy’s mother hasn’t spoken to yours since the start of the ceremony, and maybe it was for the best. Even when the silence kept rising, and tension became unbelievably thick. Your mother didn’t care to wave the girls’ mothers goodbye as they went, and simply talked to your father, who had gone quiet after seeing you with your diploma up on stage.
It took a few good minutes to leave the room with the gigantic crowd of families and friends in front of them, but when they stepped out, the fresh air and hot sun were there to greet them.
Finding you among these people was the worst of it all. With the graduates blending into the already large crowd as they took their photos and hugged everyone, it was nearly impossible to find you.
But they did. You’re laughing out loud as Ward Cameron lays a bouquet over your hands, the same hands that already have at least another four bouquets from other people. The two of you share words and laughs, and Rose, though not speaking, laughs along with you. Your other friends, who also graduated today, stay close, talking among their families and friends as well.
Your parents can’t bring themselves to interrupt just yet and prefer to stand by, in a conversation of their own, as they watch you.
Rose, of course, is the one to force everyone into pictures, and your parents watch you as you take pictures among Patricia, Topper and Kelce first, and then with more friends, with Rafe, with Rafe’s entire family (taken by Patricia herself), with Rafe again (Rose’s request), with just Wheezie and Sarah, and then just yourself. It’s an understatement when you say that you’re tired when you finally run out of people to take pictures with.
Rafe holds onto your infinite supply of flowers while you socialize, and that is when your parents decide to make their approach. They’re slow and careful, almost scared to spook you or, worse, ruin your day. And they begin to notice the eyes on them as they walk up close. Patricia is the first one to notice, but she doesn’t say anything. And, eventually, everyone is looking. You’re the last one to notice, due to being in a conversation with your teacher, and your mother notices how your eyes widen slightly and your smile shifts into a nervous one.
“Hello,” Your father is the first one to speak.
“Hi,” You answer, turning to excuse yourself from the conversation with your teacher, who doesn’t mind and tells you ‘We’ll catch up another day,' before leaving.
“We’re here to congratulate you,” Your mother says before there’s a silence between you, handing you the bouquet of flowers, “I got you these. I hope you like them.”
You grab onto the bouquet with a sweet smile, noticing your favorite flowers among the leaves and others. You thank her as you notice a note between them. As you reach for it, your mother stops you with a gentle hand.
“Read it after,” She tells you.
“Okay,” you say in return, your tone soft. “I didn’t see you on the stands.”
That surprises your parents. “We were there,” your father is quick to say. “Higher up. Maybe on the fifth row counting from the top,” he specifies, making you almost chuckle.
“Thank you for coming,” You tell them, turning to Rafe to show him the bouquet. He isn’t very pleased with the sign of a new one to hold, “And for the flowers, again.”
“You’ve got a lot of them,” your mom says as Rafe begins a conversation with his dad, though still facing you with the flowers.
You chuckle, “I know,” and without realising, you start talking to your mom with no hesitation. “Those two are from teachers,” you point to the ones up top, the most recent in the pile. “Then, under that, there’s Rafe’s and his dad’s.” Your mother realizes the bouquet you first point at as your favorite flower in there, too, “And the last one is from Patty’s parents.” Your mother remembers that they are the family you’re now living with.
“Good luck finding enough jars for all of that,” your father jokes, and you can’t help but laugh.
The air around you becomes lighter, though some things are still being left unsaid, but all of you enjoy it for what it is for now.
Rose Cameron then decides to appear out of nowhere. Before any sort of greeting, she says, “Oh, good, you’re here!” to your parents, “Quick, let me take a photo for you,” which just makes Rafe laugh at you.
(...)
“What time did you say we had to be in the restaurant?” You ask Rafe as he closes his door from the driving seat.
Rafe thinks for a bit, looking straight forward to think harder. “Six.”
And with that, Rafe begins driving you to Patty’s house to change into the clothes for the dinner with his family to celebrate your graduation. You still have a good few hours to take your time and relax for a bit before being back on socialization duties, and, let’s be honest, more pictures.
You look over your shoulder at all the bouquets in the backseat, and, since the drive home is still a few good minutes – worse with the traffic around the school – you decide to start pulling the cards off every single one. With way too many in your hands, you lose track of which ones you’re reading until you get to see the signature in the end.
You try to read your teacher’s first, as they were the first you were able to pluck out through your acrobatics to reach the backseat while Rafe looked at the road. They were simple and pretty similar, both wishing you a great life, following this ceremony of great success, and with no regrets. And, of course, pleading for you to visit them and not forget about them after so many years. You smile while reading, each of them having your teacher’s own way of speaking and little jokes. It gets you happy.
After that, you close them and lay them on the center console between you and Rafe as you read his dad’s note. It is actually signed by everyone but Rafe, as he has his own for you, and the messages are all written with different pens, as well as in different lengths, but still meaningful. Rose and Ward thank you for all the help you've been for the family, congratulating you for every accomplishment, and being open about having you by their home as much as you wish, since “you’re part of the family now”.
Sarah’s message must have been written before yesterday, as it was written in blue pen: To my dearest friend, Y/N. Ever since I started invading your tutoring lessons with Wheezie, I knew you were a genius. I am so incredibly proud of you!! I hope you love your life in UNC, and hope you don’t forget us, poor un-graduates (is that even a word?), here on the island. I love you! Please give your number!
You laugh at how it ends, and it grabs Rafe’s attention, which makes you read it out loud and get yourself a classic roll of the eyes by Rafe himself.
You turn the small page to read Wheezie’s side, and it reads, written in black and with hearts over her i’s and under her exclamation points: To the best tutor in the world, Y/N. Congrats on your graduation! I am so happy for you!! I love you and love spending time with you. I still remember our first class together! But I have to admit that I do hate that you are leaving me for college. How am I supposed to get another tutor now? Can we please have tutoring classes on Zoom? I would much prefer it. Anyways. I love you. Please, let’s hang out before you leave for college! Without any homework, this time. P.S.: You should really give Sarah your number!
You read it out loud as Rafe finally escapes the traffic, and, this time, you notice his grin when you read the last words. He really does have a favorite sister – but you’re sure Sarah would not care, in the slightest.
Putting down the note on the console, you reach for Patty’s family’s note. It’s shorter, but sweet: To our newest addition to the family, CONGRATULATIONS!! We are so proud of you. You have such a bright future ahead of you! Our doors will always be open for you, whenever you need it. Don’t forget us! A smile appears on your face as you fold the note back up, and you put it down with the others.
As you open the next one, you notice your mother’s handwriting and pause. A small nervous wave washes over your stomach, and you take a little breath before reading: To our daughter, Y/N. I, your mom, am writing this from both of us, your father and I. Though things are complicated between us, we want you to know that we are still endlessly proud of you. You’ve worked hard your entire time in high school, without any breaks, and your work has definitely paid off. You are beautiful, intelligent, and have a seriously bright future ahead of you. We’re sorry if we weren’t clear with this. We love you. We will always love you, no matter our disagreements. I have many regrets of how things went wrong, and have many more after it took me so long to realize it. I’m thankful that others stepped up to help you when I couldn’t. I have failed you, as your mother. We both did, as your parents. You never deserved what happened, and I truly understand if you never want to speak with us again. If you ever wish to, take whatever time you may need to think about it, because we would be more than open to meet with you and apologize, if you’d even want to hear any apologies from us. If not, we may only celebrate your accomplishments with you, because you deserve to be celebrated. We love you. And will always love you. And with your dad’s handwriting, it ends with: Congratulations, our girl.
You look out of the window once you finish it, eyes moist with tears as emotions wash over you. It is mainly a relief to still have your family, after everything has happened, but also a fear of what may follow. What if you aren’t ready to meet and hear them out again? What if your trust in them broke in some way that you cannot fix? Or the other way around? You read over the last three sentences a few more times before the car stops at a red light, already near your house, and a hand lies over your leg.
“You okay?” Rafe asks.
You nod quickly, not trusting your voice yet, while blinking the existing tears away. They’re not sad tears, you don’t think. They’re probably the same ones you had thought had dried up already when you left your home.
“You sure?” Rafe still asks, squeezing your leg so you look at him.
He meets your teary eyes, and you nod again. “I promise,” you assure him, “I’m okay. Just emotional.”
Rafe hesitates to believe you, but he’s forced to let you go to shift gears and move the car when the light changes back to green. He still eyes you when the road appears to be safe enough, but you’re back to looking at the note from your parents. He lets you hold onto it in silence as he drives home.
After a bit, Rafe stops the car by the driveway of Patty’s home and looks over at the backseat, sighing dramatically at the sight. “You want them to be brought to the house, right?”
“Of course, I do,” You say, judging him for thinking that you didn’t.
He sighs yet again and begins taking off his seatbelt. But you don’t move, so he stops too.
“What?” He asks as you put down your parents’ note among the others on the console, and you look back up at him.
“I still need to read yours,” You say with a smile.
“It’s short,” he warns you, “Nothing special.”
You ignore him and open the note. It truly is very, very short, but you don’t feel disappointed. Rafe has never been one for words or speeches about how he loves you. But still, it is enough. Because he writes: To the girl I love, Y/N. Congratulations! After putting me through so many of your boring study sessions, it truly paid off. I am so proud of you! I love you!
“It’s dum-” He starts, but you interrupt.
“Why did you write it in pink?” You ask him, your heart beating quickly, trying to escape from your chest.
Rafe shrugs, leaning back on his seat. He looks at you as he fails to hide a smile, “It was the only pen I could find”.
A/N.: Know that my ass spent way too long researching about High school graduations in the US, Universities around the country (and their standings to choose one for Kristy), and all about graduation attire... My goodness.
Anywho, it is over, my people. It really is.
There is a short possibility of writing spontaneous blurbs or an actual epilogue for this story. Maybe something about these two in their college years, but I have no idea when that will take place.
I will be active on Tumblr nonetheless, since I still read fanfics every day of my life. I will always be an ask or DM away if you need me.
Words: 7k+
Summary: Rafe doesn't like how much Sarah wants to hang out with you, while you don't see what the problem is. And if there is anything that defines Rafe Cameron, it is petty.
Warnings: Fem!Reader. SMUT {no condom, piv, biting, dirty talk, a bit of dacryphilia}, mention of alcohol consumption, petty silent treatment (because Rafe will always be petty in my fics).
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A/N.: This chapter wasn't exactly planned. So enjoy it as the day off drama for my two babies <3
It is the day before your graduation ceremony, so the days have gone by pretty quickly since you left your parents’ home. You’ve received your results from your last exams, you got the answer back from UNC-Chapel Hill, and your summer is finally starting. Nothing's holding you back now. There are no more secrets. No more drama. Nothing. It’s just you, Rafe, and, of course, Patty.
“I’m starting to think they love you more than me,” Patty says as you two look through the snack aisle.
They, meaning her parents, got home last night with no prior warning and discovered you living in their spare room. You expected to be given at most a week to pack your things and go. Nope, you got invited for dinner and got wine drunk with her mom as you celebrated your high school grand finish with straight A’s.
“You’re exaggerating.” You roll your eyes.
“I wish I were,” She sighs dramatically, “But they’ve literally just texted me after we left the house to make sure that you wear sunscreen.” And you laugh uncontrollably at that.
Maybe you had a magic touch with families. After all, Rafe’s wasn’t much different. You haven’t been to his house to tutor Wheezie ever since she got done with her exams, but he has been telling you how Rose wants you to come over for dinner nearly every night. And Sarah has been nagging him non-stop to finally have your number, since you’re a lost cause when it comes to answering DM's on social media. Also, Wheezie has always loved you, so dating her brother only really made things that much better for her. And Rose and Ward welcomed you, maybe a little too fast, after the party.
With your hands full of your favorite snacks, you decide to abandon not-so-only-child-anymore Patty to go leave them at the register and vacant your hands once more. There, some drinks already wait to be paid for, but you assume Rafe and Kelce are still going to grab some more. You offer the girl working at the register a small smile, which she answers back with one of her own, and the sound of the ringing bell of the door invades the small store.
You look over to find Sarah and her friends soon follow. You’ve never formally met them, but you’re sure many people could recognize them from afar. It’s the usual group of JJ, John B, and Kiara, though Pope is nowhere to be seen. Probably waiting in the van, just like Topper is waiting at the Jeep.
Sarah’s squeal of excitement fills the store when she sees you, and before you can even smile at her, her arms are securely around you, pulling you into a hug.
“Oh my god, I finally get to see you,” She exclaims, “Rafe has been an asshole and refuses to give me your number.”
She pulls away from the hug to look at you, and her excitement is contagious, making you smile at her back.
“I’m not sure why he’s not giving you my number,” You try to justify, “I’ve told him to do it-”
“He's a gatekeeping bitch, that’s why.” She says, probably knowing that he’s somewhere in the store and might hear him. “I only want to go shopping or hang out with you. He acts like I’m trying to steal you away every time.”
You laugh at her frustration, and as you pull your phone out to give it to her - in a silent gesture for her to give you her number and text herself - you notice that her friend group has not moved on with their shopping without her. They’re all looking at you two.
You can tell from some faces that, at least, John B. and JJ don’t recognize you, but Kiara surely does. You went to middle school together, after all. The guys look at you as if they’re not sure about you, whether to like you or not. Sarah surely likes you, but, from the conversation they’ve heard till now, they’re not all that sure about you anymore. Kiara, on the other hand, seems bored with having to wait for Sarah, but her face grew into annoyance pretty quickly.
Sarah grabs your phone from your hands to type in her number, and, as you begin watching her do it, a hand appears from behind you and snatches the phone. You two look up to find none other than the true enemy of this friendship, your boyfriend.
“You are unbelievable,” Sarah tells him, her tone full of frustration and pure hate.
“Leave my girl alone, Sarah.” He tells her, serious as all hell. “If you have something to say to her, say it to me first and I’ll pass on the message.”
You scoff at his behaviour and smack him on the stomach. He looks down at you in response.
“Give her my phone, Rafe.” You tell him, and he’s unmoving. “We just want to hang out, what’s so bad about that?”
“I don’t trust her,” He motions at his sister, “She’ll convert you into her little tribe there-”
And that’s enough to startle the thin peace among the Pogues. Kiara, who had stayed back and been silent, now scoffs at the loudest volume she could muster, and JJ takes his cap off his head in utter disbelief. You notice that Rafe’s mouth twists up in amusement, and you only shake your head at him.
“My phone.” You outstretch your hand at him, “Please.”
“Please, nothing.” Sarah interrupts, “Give me her phone, dofus. You have no right. It’s her phone, she doesn’t have to ask you for anything…” She keeps going.
You sigh as they start to fully argue in the most sibling way possible, and you can’t help but share a look with the girl at the register. Even she is dumbfounded.
Sarah and Rafe continue to call each other the most outrageous names while also fighting for their right to either spend time with you or 'look out for your safety,' as ridiculous as that sounds. You think about walking away, but you’re literally the only person on Sarah’s side, and you don’t want her to lose this battle.
Halfway through Rafe’s sentence, you put your hand in his pocket and grab his own phone. Sarah and Rafe are too distracted in their argument to notice you at first, but then Sarah’s phone dings loudly.
They pause mid-sentence, and you lock Rafe’s phone.
Sarah reaches and looks down at her phone, reading the just-received text from her brother, with your number on it. Rafe doesn’t have to read it to understand what just happened, so his eyes go to you, disappointed, as you return his phone to his pocket. You look up at him after. A little startled to already find his eyes on you, you give him a small smile, and it’s enough for Rafe to calm down his staring and lose his previous deadly look.
His sister then starts laughing in his face, and you can’t help but smile a little. Rafe rolls his eyes and decides to take his brooding self elsewhere. You watch him disappear into the cold section of the small store, back to grab more drinks with Kelce.
John B. and JJ decide they’ve seen enough and go look through the store to find what they need, but Kiara stays back with Sarah, which intrigues you. Is she also 'looking out' for Sarah? Just like Rafe had with you?
“... Wheezie needs to come with us too, she has been telling me how much she misses you.” Sarah continues telling you about your plans together. “We could have a sleepover!”
You smile at her, “Sure!”
“Do you want to come with us, Kie?” Sarah asks, turning her body to face her friend. Your eyes go to her too, and she stares back, unstartled from being, all of a sudden, included in your conversation.
“Nah, I think I’m good,” she says directly to you, which confuses you. It’s as if you’re the reason for her answer, even if you two haven’t spoken in years.
Sarah doesn’t accept that, “Oh, come on. It’d be so fun!” Her volume rises in excitement, “I haven’t had a girls' night in so long. You have to come!”
Patty appears beside you with a lot of chips and other savory snacks and lays them on the counter beside you. She doesn’t say anything yet, but she studies you and Sarah for a bit, almost as if waiting for something. You can’t help but chuckle.
“Do you want to come too, Patty?” You invite her, only raising Sarah’s excitement by a million, because: more girls!
“Kiara, now you have to come with us,” Sarah tells her friend, but Kie is unmoving. “Why not?”
“Not exactly my crowd,” She answers with a shrug. Her eyes stay on you and on Patty as if to appoint the crowd in question with her eyes.
“Okay…” You say in a low voice, only for Patty’s ears to hear. You turn to her and then to Sarah, not enjoying the vibe that has been laid out between all the girls after that. “I’ll go help Rafe with the drinks.”
Kiara’s slight reaction to your words gives you a good enough justification for her tone towards you. Her problem with you begins and ends with your association with Rafe. Good to know. She’s not the only one.
You send both your friends a short smile and disappear into the closest aisle to get out of Kiara’s sight. You walk by JJ and John B, who go silent when you walk beside them, and then finally reach the fridge section.
Rafe is with his back to you, staring at the open fridge as Kelce does most of the work to find the drink they want, and, when you reach him, you playfully nip at the skin of his arm. Rafe doesn’t even react. You frown and move to stand beside him, looking up at his face, but he doesn’t meet your eyes.
Rafe Cameron is sulking, people.
He shares some words with Kelce while you just stand there for a bit, and he continues to ignore you, even when Kelce includes you in the conversation too. You move closer to him, and, thankfully, his sulking doesn’t extend to avoidance because he doesn’t distance himself from you. With that information, you wrap your arms around his waist, as you always do, and kiss his chest. No response, so you smile and keep your body wrapped around his anyway.
Kelce disappears with the rest of the drinks to finally pay for everything, and Rafe leans away from the fridge door to follow him. But it’s difficult for him to do so when you’re still hugging him.
He struggles to walk, but he doesn’t move you out of the way. He’s petty enough to prefer to struggle rather than lose his silent protest against your actions. You don’t take it to heart, and he knows you wouldn’t. You just laugh into his shirt and let him go, before saying, “Fine. Be moody!”
You walk back to the register with a giddiness nevertheless present in your heart, and go help Kelce and Patty put all your purchases in bags. Rafe only shows up to swipe his card and pay for everything. And, after that, you all leave for the Jeep outside. You say your farewells to Sarah, and she smiles widely as she waves you goodbye.
(...)
It’s been a few good hours since the store, all of you have been in Rafe’s family’s boat ever since you’ve bought everything you needed, and, since then, all you’ve done is drink, swim, and lie in the sun. The, finally, good enough start of your summer.
Rafe… is still sulking, but not in the traditional way. Everyone has noticed his silent pity party to himself, but he talks and interacts with everyone else but you. That’s why they caught on so early. You still take everything he’s doing as a joke and continue on with your life. You still love him as if he’s reciprocating it, and, though he’s ignoring you, he doesn’t seem to hate it all that much.
After baking in the sun for enough time, your bikini is already mostly dry again, and you’re on your way to find a drink. You’ve been talking to Patty while in the sun for most of the time, so you have no idea what the guys have been doing ever since you left them in the water.
You go down a few steps after leaving the front deck, and you can already hear Topper and Kelce’s voices on the other side of the boat, probably still by the water. You grab Rafe’s shirt from the couch in the aft deck and pull it over your head, tying it at your stomach due to the heat.
You enter the dining area of the boat by pushing open the door, and your eyes fall on the half-naked man. “Hey, grumpy,” you say as you walk towards him. No answer. You kiss his hot skin as you walk past and go grab a glass.
You look around for the water bottle that you guys bought and see it in front of Rafe. You scootch in closer and try to reach the bottle as you say, “Excuse me” in a whisper. He does respond to you this time, not moving out of the way like you asked, but by grabbing the bottle and pulling it closer to you so you can reach it. And, just to get on his nerves: “Thank you, baby. I love you so much!” You enthusiastically say.
Still no response, but you can’t exactly see his face as he looks down at his phone, so you drink your water and lean against the cold stone of the counter. Rafe’s attention continues to be on his phone, so you lean in close until your bodies are touching. Rafe stops typing, and you see it as an opportunity to spy on what he’s doing.
You never felt so disappointed in your life. He’s, quite literally, answering emails.
“You’re no fun,” you whisper into the skin of his tanned and naked arm, “I don’t even think I recognize you.”
No response, so you do the second-best thing and start touching him more. Alcohol is already well a part of your system, so you welcome it with all your might. You lean in closer to Rafe and kiss his arm and shoulder. The room you’re in isolates all noise from the outside, so you two can practically hear your lips on his skin.
You leave your glass on the counter and go behind Rafe, wrapping your arms around him to have your chest glued to his smooth back and kissing his spine. But, right before your hands can even begin to explore, the door slides open and disrupts your peace.
You squint at the light behind whoever comes in, and, to your surprise, it’s everybody. You don’t separate from Rafe, given that they were the ones who came in during your love session, and lean your head against him. Rafe looks at them, too, and speaks, as if he doesn't have you glued to him.
“I checked it,” He says to Topper, making his torso vibrate with his voice, “they didn’t talk about any collaborations in the email. Just something about…” and you zoned out.
Patty, having her priorities straight, walks over to the food on the opposite counter and starts making herself her lunch. You eye her as she works in silence, thinking about what you could put on your own sandwich, but Rafe starts moving, disrupting your peace of scanning the imaginary list of ingredients that you brought into the boat.
You begin to let go of him, thinking he’s planning on leaving the room or whatever, but he simply turns around to lean his back on the counter, and, consequently, faces you. Kelce and Topper start another uninteresting conversation, and you look up at Rafe, who is looking and listening to them attentively.
Your eyes eye him with much annoyance, and you pull away before your drunken mind decides to really test his ability to ignore you. Aka, twist his nipple.
Moving over to Patty, you look at everything in front of you and decide on your lunch.
“Still ignoring you?” Patty asks with a smile.
You look up at her and shrug. “Guess so”.
“Men…” She says as she shakes her head and resumes her stacking of her ingredients, and you can’t help but laugh.
You grab two pieces of bread and join her in the stacking. You two decide to go eat elsewhere, and you don’t even spare Rafe a look. Yet, if you had, you would’ve seen his eyes on you as you left.
(...)
Hours and many drinks later, everyone gave up swimming for the day. Topper grilled hamburgers for dinner on the above deck, and, with a stomach full of food and alcohol still pumping through everyone’s systems, some retired directly into their beds. The only ones remaining are you, Rafe, and Topper.
You scroll through your phone’s gallery while they talk, still not being affected by the need for sleep, unlike Topper, who has yawned endlessly for the past 10 minutes. You’re entertained and happy while looking at your screen.
Now that you and Rafe have no one to hide your relationship from, posting on social media has become a thing. You two aren’t posting anything crazy, like endless pictures of each other's faces or collages of you two kissing – of course not. But things like the same locations in your stories, the same parties, or, in this case, the same boat. Or even other photos, like ones with the entire group – tendency of Patty to force everybody in a group photo spontaneously – or just canon pictures of you or your friends.
It’s maybe dumb that something as small as that makes you happy, but showing off Rafe had been the privilege you had been deprived of ever since the beginning of your relationship. So, you bet your monthly photo-dumps or random groups of photos get to include him and his friends. Your boyfriend’s hot, damnit, god forbid you let the entire world see that.
You’re lying over the couch, mostly hidden by the table in front of you, while Rafe and Topper sit at the head and foot of the table, leaving you more than enough space to just lie down on your phone and roll in whatever direction you might like to.
After a good few moments of scrolling through your gallery, Topper announces his wish to go to bed. They might think that you’re asleep by now, since they both start cleaning up the table without you, so you decide to come out of hiding.
You stretch and sit up, letting Rafe’s shirt, now untied, fall to your lap, and see them talking with the door slid completely open as they throw everything in the trash. You get up, grab the remaining trash, and walk over to them. Topper looks up at you, giving you a sleepy smile to acknowledge your presence, and you give him one of yours, too.
“Good night, love birds.” He says as he turns around to go downstairs to the bedrooms.
“Good night,” the two of you say, almost in sync.
Rafe closes the trash once you throw in your stuff, and you go back outside to grab your phone, tying the shirt back up as you walk. Surprisingly, Rafe follows you and takes back his seat at the head of the table. You watch him as he grabs his phone and just continues to be in his own world.
You stand there, just a meter away from him, watching him, and the man just keeps on scrolling.
“Want to go to sleep?” You try to ask him.
No response.
You groan out of frustration and throw your phone back on the table. You’re not going to sleep until he talks to you and stops being his petty self. So, you try to be annoying.
You poke his head, flick his forehead, play with the buzz cut, pinch his neck… Literally nothing.
As you watch him, Rafe leans back on the couch on his phone, and you, with a lack of patience, snatch the phone from his hands. You stare at the screen and sigh. At least he’s not checking emails, but he was just scrolling through social media. You look over at him, and he is still not meeting your eyes.
You throw the phone in the direction of yours, and it falls perfectly in the middle of the table. You take a seat next to him and face him.
You tell him, “All of this because I gave Sarah my number?”
You expected to be ignored, but he, dead serious, turns his head to face you like you hit the nail right on the head. You sit still for a second, shamelessly enjoying his attention on you for starters, and then laughing in his face for how petty this entire afternoon has been. You move, with his eyes still on you, to sit on his lap, facing him, and Rafe doesn’t look away at that.
“Why?” You ask him, looking down at him.
He doesn’t answer, and you roll your eyes.
“How am I supposed to not want to hang out with your sister, when you don’t even tell me what’s so bad about her?” He gives you a look that it’s comical, but you continue, “I’ve known her for as long as I've known you. She seems as normal as any other person in your family.”
That gets him talking, “What is that supposed to mean?”
You laugh at the baffled look on his face, and lay your hands on his shoulders. “You’re still not answering me.”
“She’s annoying,” he tells you.
“That’s it?” You frown, lifting your hands off his shoulder to lay them on your thighs. “Everyone can be annoying, and I still hang out with them.”
Rafe gives you a look of ‘you better not be talking about me’, making you smile, and you look over at the closed glass door everyone had gone through to go to sleep.
“So…” You start again, looking over at Rafe to already find him looking at you, of course. “I can’t hang out with her?”
He shrugs. Like a complete toddler. “You do what you want, babe.”
You groan out of frustration for him and smack his chest, making him sit up and hold back a grin of his own. You two are now much closer to one another, though you still have an advantage in height for sitting over his legs. Your hands move upwards, and your fingers begin to play with his buzzcut.
“What’s so bad about Sarah?” You ask again, looking at him dead in the eyes.
“She is annoying.”
“To you, maybe. Because you’re her brother.” You shrug, “I’ve never found her to be annoying.”
“That’s because you don’t hang with her enough.”
“And you do?” You pause your hands, knowing damn well that Rafe does not spend time with his family unless he is forced/coerced to. He leans back on his hands while looking at you. “Why is she annoying?”
“Babe,” Rafe starts, letting out a dry laugh, “Hang out with her, if you want. You can be friends with whoever-”
“But you’re sulking,” you tell him.
“I’m not.”
“Rafe,” You say seriously, “You’ve been sulking all day.” He makes a face as if you’re the wrong one, “You have to be kidding me.”
He doesn’t answer, and you huff out a breath. You use his shoulders as something to hold as you stand up. His eyes, in return, only watch you as you move.
“I’m going to bed. I’m done talking to you.” You tell him, only meaning those words half-heartedly, and Rafe knows it.
“Why?”
“Because you’re being annoying,” You tell him. “You ignored me all day. I have a right to be mad at you.”
Rafe smiles at your words, and you begin to walk towards the glass doors. You hear him moving behind you, but you’re quicker. You slide the door open and get in, closing and locking it behind you. Rafe, on the other hand, stands there, on the other side of the glass, hands on his hips like he expected you to do this. His hand doesn’t even reach for the door to know that you locked it.
“Open the door,” his voice is muffled, making you smile.
“What?” You lean in closer to the glass, “Can’t hear you.”
Rafe doesn't say anything, just to add suspense.
“There are other doors,” Your eyes widen, “you know that, right?”
First, your brain thinks that surely the other doors would be locked, given that time has begun to reach AM, and all of you have to be safe out here... But, if they're not, can you even run that fast to close everything up before he gets in?
“And where is the fun in that?” You shrug.
“So what? You want me to stand here and-”
“And think about what you did, yes.”
Rafe looks at you as if expecting you to laugh and unlock the door, but you’re unmovable. You cross your arms and lean against the kitchen counter, watching him. He looks over his shoulder as he sighs, and then a smile appears on his face.
“You left your phone out here.” Damn it.
“That’s fine, I’ll get it after.”
Rafe makes a face that makes you lean away from the counter, “I don’t know. He might fall in the water during the night.” He takes a step back, towards the table, making you smile in panic.
“Rafe,” you try to sound serious, but fail miserably.
“What?” He pretends to not hear you, mimicking you, and keeps walking towards the table. You watch as he grabs his phone first, putting it into his pocket, and then yours. You don’t fold just yet, but keep watching his every move.
Rafe looks down at your phone, acting as if he’s messing with it, and then, suddenly, starts moving away from the table and the view of the glass. You call out his name, no answer. Gosh, will you actually have to fall for his bluff?
“You’re not going to throw my phone in the water.”
“It’s outdated anyway,” You hear him a little far away already. “I’ll get you a new one.”
You try to be strong and hold yourself together. You can’t fall for his tricks this easily, but blame it on the alcohol, which is minimal at this point, to make you more gullible. You have too many things in that phone to lose it in the waves because of locking your boyfriend out.
“Okay, fine!” You exclaim, unlocking the door.
You step out, expecting to see him just by the door, with a stupid smile on his face about how he tricked you. But you don’t see him anywhere. “Rafe?” You call out, still no answer. You leave the door open behind you and keep walking.
You check the front deck first, empty. You go down and keep calling out his name. Still nothing. You look around, trying to not spook yourself with something so dumb.
The waters surrounding the boat are dark, and so is everything all around it. The darkest you’ve ever seen the night be. The boat, of course, is well illuminated, but it still leaves you uneasy.
As you keep walking, now nearly by the back of the boat that leads to the water, you’re silent, not calling out for Rafe anymore. Maybe he went around and is now locking the door to keep you out? Should you go back? And then, when you least expect it, he just comes out of nowhere and grabs you.
The scream that comes out of you is inhumane, which makes you laugh as soon as you come to your senses - hopefully, not waking up anyone. Rafe is laughing at you, and you smack his head.
“You’re such an asshole!” You ask him, “Why weren’t you answering me?”
He mimicks you again, now putting on a squeaky voice, “Where’s the fun in that?” You smack his head again, making him laugh more.
“I was scared, you ass.” You say, admitting it outright, as you look up at him while being glued to his chest. “What if I’d fallen in the water?” You point to the water right next to you.
“You think I’d let that happen?”
“Yes!” You say a little too loudly, making him smile brightly at you. “Yes, I do. You’re an ass, and that would be an ass thing to do. So, yes!”
“I would never.” He tells you, making you give him a death stare.
Rafe kisses your lips anyway, but you don’t budge. He deserves to have you be the one to sulk now. After this entire day, and now this? He deserves worse.
Rafe seems to notice what you’re doing right as you start it, which makes him chuckle, but, of course, the way Rafe deals with you is much different than the way you are with him. He begins kissing your cheek, holding you close to him, and then he lands a kiss on your neck... right before throwing you over his shoulder.
You hold in any sound of surprise, and he starts walking upstairs again. You don’t move. You act dead, letting yourself swing on his shoulder as he moves.
When upstairs, he grabs the phones from his pocket and throws them on the table again, confusing you, as you expected to be brought to your bedroom. Rafe takes you off his shoulder and sits you down on the table, too. You stare up at him, with no reaction, and then his lips go directly on yours.
You kiss back, but you make sure to lay your hands on the table, refusing to touch him as you usually do. Rafe’s hands hold onto your waist, pulling you closer to him, and then move over to your hips. You ignore it at first, but it’s hard to when he starts untying the bows at the sides of your pink bikini.
Still, you give him no reaction.
Your lips don’t separate, but your bikini lies now open, making a warmth travel and burn at the bottom of your stomach. One of Rafe’s hands, previously lying over one of your thighs, moves between your legs, and you hold yourself together when you feel his fingers touch your pussy. He groans into your kiss when he drags his fingers in between your lips down towards the entrance, to already find you wet. You concentrate on your silence and on the kiss, but his fingers move up to your clit again, making you lose almost all hope in yourself.
Rafe breaks the kiss to look down at his wet hand, and so do you. His fingers work slow circles over your clit, and you let out a breath, making Rafe smile and look up at you. Your eyes meet, and his hand stops, making you want to protest, but you stay put. Rafe lays his hand on your stomach, laying you down over the table, and he goes down on his knees.
With one of your legs over his shoulder and one of his hands on the other, Rafe’s mouth starts working as soon as it can. You lift your hand over your mouth almost instantly, feeling the warmth of his hand against you, his tongue on your clit, and his breathing on your skin. Your eyes stay trained on the white roof over the table, and you focus on your breathing.
Rafe’s mouth licks, sucks, and kisses your pussy like he’s a man starved. He knows what you’re trying to do, but he also knows that you’re near failing. You’re trying to control your breathing, your sounds, your hands, and your legs to not let out any reaction, and it’s getting to be too much.
His mouth abandons your clit to move down to your entrance, and his nose touches your clit almost by accident. You bite your tongue, but Rafe catches the feeling of your thigh twitching once on his shoulder. He smiles into you and brings up one of his hands to start playing with your clit while he slides his tongue inside you.
His thumb moves faster in circles on your clit, and you can’t help but let out a small whimper. Your eyes sting a little, as tears are wanting to escape from the corner of your eyes, and you blink them away. Rafe slides his tongue out of you and moves upwards to your clit, moving his hand away for now. The warmth of his mouth is almost too much for you, but then his tongue starts moving, and you feel two of his fingers slide into you with almost no warning.
You cough out a moan, but your hand doesn’t move away from your mouth. Rafe wraps his lips around your clit and sucks on it while his fingers begin to move back and forth inside of you, knowing exactly where to hit every time.
As always, his knowledge of your body is beginning to be a little too much for you.
And then, what feels like seconds after, his mouth pulls away, and so do his fingers. When you see him stand up, you take your hand off your mouth and try to ignore the cold between your legs as you pull yourself up on your elbows.
“Turn around,” Rafe tells you, with his hands on your hips, but you don’t move, both for still trying to catch your breath and for your promise to not give up that easily.
Without any delay, Rafe flips you easily to lie on your stomach, and you huff out a breath of annoyance when you almost face plant into the table. Your bikini bottoms now fall to the ground, but you ignore them as you feel Rafe grab onto your hips from behind you. And, just in a few seconds, your annoyance evaporates when you feel Rafe’s dick slide into you. It’s slow. Torturing. And without any pause. But you almost forget your anger the moment it happens.
You two stay like that for a bit, but then Rafe begins to move. You try to concentrate, of course you do. You repeat the words, you got this, over and over in your brain, but it’s way harder than you think it is. The pleasure that had gone dormant from Rafe’s pause of his initial attack on you resumes exactly where it left off, and you almost lose it.
Your entire body feels warm, your pussy feels soaked, and your back naturally arches as soon as Rafe keeps moving. You hear him chuckle behind you, but you try to ignore it so as to not give him the satisfaction of a reaction. His dick slides easily back and forth inside of you at a pace that, though it isn’t the slowest he has punished you with, it’s nowhere near the pace you wish you could be at. It’s almost anxiety-inducing because Rafe knows what he’s doing. And he’s just telling you, without using any words, that though he almost has you breaking, he hasn’t even started yet.
And then, finally, he speeds up to a normal pace, and you lean your head onto the table. You focus on your breathing, knowing that it is already shaking, and at the beginning of a moan, but you know that Rafe can’t hear it. So, you let yourself indulge in that alone.
You close your eyes, concentrating further as pleasure continues to burn at the end of your tummy and travels down to your legs, and Rafe doesn’t seem to like how silent you are.
Out of nowhere, Rafe grabs you by your torso and pulls you up, making you arch into him and almost lean your head back on his shoulder.
“Why are you doing that?” He asks you in a mumble just below your ear, “Uhm?” He questions you.
You don’t respond, but your hands lie on the table to hold you better. His hands hold onto your waist, and you try to ignore the sounds coming from both of you. Rafe knows it right away.
“You think you’re winning, uhm?” He continues, “But you're so fucking wet that the whole boat could hear you if they were awake.”
The sound of the wet smack of skin and squelching of your pussy, makes you unconsciously squeeze Rafe’s dick, and he laughs into your ear.
“Look at you,” He kisses your neck between words, “Holding yourself together so well.” He nips at your skin, and then all you feel is his lips and tongue over your skin.
Rafe’s hands undo the tie of his shirt on you, and his hands disappear under the fabric. Your hands lift off the table as Rafe pulls you in closer and closer to his chest, and the angle worsens your entire situation. His hands find your chest and pull your tits out of the tight bikini, and, as soon as you feel his mouth on your skin again while his fingers pinch at one of your nipples, you let out a loud and shaky sigh that Rafe can now definitely hear.
“You got it, you got it.” He pokes fun at you. He kisses your cheek and the corner of your lips, “But I got to say… I already miss your whining.”
You intake air harshly through your nose as Rafe thrusts into you with a little more force, and you open your eyes. He kisses your jaw and pulls you in closer to his chest, making his warmth familiarly engulf you.
Rafe looks down at you, his head just beside yours, and you force yourself to not meet his eye. “You know what, baby?” He asks, “I’m being way too nice with you… And I really shouldn’t.”
You stay silent, biting your tongue to try and distract yourself with the slight pain of it. Rafe’s hands move away from under the shirt, and he pauses his thrusts. You breathe in and out slowly, and he grabs one of your legs, lifting it to the table and opening space for his hand. His thrusts resume with that, and his fingers return to your clit.
Rafe kisses up your neck and lets go of your waist to force your head to face him. You strengthen your back to hold yourself up as his hips continue to meet yours - his movements at the same pace as before - and Rafe looks you right in the eye as if nothing is affecting him. His poker face is surely better than yours, but you try to not lose hope in yourself.
“Am I being mean to you?” He asks you, the sound of his thrusts invading your ears and making you hold in your breath. “Uhm? Am I?” He kisses your lips with a peck, and you look down at his mouth when he pulls away, “You can tell me, baby, and I promise that I’ll take better care of you.”
He kisses you again, and a little sound escapes your mouth when Rafe’s tongue meets yours. Your hands itch to touch him. To grab his head to force him closer to you. Or his arm to hold yourself up. The kiss is wet and messy, but Rafe intends for it to be so. You squeeze his dick harder and harder, and smaller sounds escape you as you get more drunk off of him.
Rafe then decides to put some more force into his thrusts, and, with your mouths open into a kiss, an actual moan breaks out of you. Rafe smiles and pulls away from your lips, victorious and proud. You try to go back down to the table, trying to get yourself back together by distancing yourself from him and his warmth, smell, and lips, but Rafe doesn’t let you. He roughly pulls you back to his chest by wrapping his arm around your waist as he thrusts, and a shaky breath comes out of your mouth.
“Are you going to cry?” He asks you, his tone so heavy with humor, that you find it evil when directed at you. You close your eyes and force down the urge to cry out your pleasure, and Rafe just keeps making it worse. His fingers pause on the small circles on your clit and pinch it softly as he leans his head onto the crook of your neck. He bites your skin and moves away to look down at your face. Rafe looks as he speeds up his pace and thrusts fully into you. He reads your face like a book. And though you’re silent, you couldn’t make it more obvious to him. “You can cry. I got you. I always do.”
You’re getting distracted. Your pleasure is getting higher and higher, and Rafe does not shut up. He keeps talking in your ear, knowing that if he does, your pleasure just gets worse as your pussy squeezes him like a vice. He calls you his crybaby, his baby, his pretty girl. All of it to get in your head. And he succeeds.
Your hand lifts off the table and moves towards his on your waist. You grab it to try and get some strength back into you, but Rafe sees it as a slip-up and starts moving his fingers quicker against your poor clit to only make it worse. Your eyes open, and Rafe bites at your neck. Your other hand lifts up to his nape, scratching his skin, and he grunts at your touch.
“You want to come?” Rafe asks you against the skin of your cheek, and you find yourself nodding. His chuckle hits your face, and he forcibly kisses you. “You do, yeah?” You nod again when he pulls away, “Ask me, then.”
You sob out loud as the pleasure intensifies and a tear escapes. Rafe smiles at you, prouder than he’s ever been of himself, but you don’t ask him for anything. He kisses you again, with bruising force, and that just makes you whimper against his lips. His fingers move faster and faster, and your hands hold onto him like a lifeline. Your sounds start getting louder and louder, still not yet being their usual volume, but Rafe takes them in like medals. Every single one of them.
“I’ll stop.” He warns you, making you look at him in surprise. “If you don’t ask for it, I’ll stop, and we’ll go to sleep.”
And the look you give him… Rafe could’ve melted right there and then. You plead with your teary eyes, small sobs of pleasure leaving your mouth, as you almost pout at him. Rafe was ready to give you the orgasm and more. Anything in the world could be yours if you kept it up. But you decide to shake your head.
“No?” He asks you, “No, you don’t want to come?” He tests you, “Or no, you don’t want me to stop?”
He pinches your clit when you don’t answer, and you, finally, let out a real moan. He can tell that you’re getting closer. Your pussy is impossibly wet, your breathing is irregular, you're holding onto him as if he’ll let you fall to the ground at any second, and then you tense up. Rafe, though it pains him to, stops moving right away.
“I guess we’ll go to sleep, then.”
“No, no, no…” You whisper at him, pulling at him with your hands as if scared that he’ll disappear. Rafe leans in as you pull him by his nape, and you peck his lips. Rafe kisses you for more time, and you start to feel everything. His naked chest against you, his tight hold on your waist, his lips on yours, his dick entirely inside you, and his other hand paused at your clit. He pulls away, and you sigh.
“Say it, then.” Rafe encourages.
“P… Please make me come.” You whisper against his lips, so low that Rafe’s ear almost doesn’t register, but he takes it as enough.
“Of course, baby.” He kisses you at the end of the sentence, “Anything for my pretty girl, yeah?”
You nod at him, and he starts slowly at first. As soon as the speed and force come back, you’re too aware of every single thing and come incredibly fast. Rafe holds you as he keeps going, thrusting into you deeply as he forces you to ride out your orgasm as he finds his, and, the second you start making your overstimulated whines, Rafe is done for. He thrusts a final time and comes inside you, and he grunts against the skin of your shoulder.
His breathing takes some time to calm down, and you relax your hold on him. Rafe takes his hand away from your pussy and lays it over the table to stand up straight. Your hand falls from his head as he does so, and you grab his wrist from that same arm. You lean your head back onto his shoulder, and the wind of the sea hits your wet face. Gosh, what a mess.
You two don’t talk for a bit, but Rafe doesn’t take long to feel himself get back to normal. He is careful when he pulls out of you and pulls his shorts back up. He’s slow to let you go, making sure that you can stand on your own already, and he grabs the bottoms of your bikini from the floor. He hands it to you, and when he goes to pick you up, you stop him.
“Rafe, the table.” You tell him, looking at it.
“What?”
You laugh and point at the table you just had sex on, “We got to clean the table. We have every meal on that thing”. Rafe sighs as he looks at it.
You put your bikini back on while Rafe trusts you to stand by yourself, and he cleans the table very well, to your request (also known as orders). Once he’s done, he goes to wash his hands, and you move towards the inside of the boat. You close the door and lock it behind you, and look over to find Rafe drying his hands on the kitchen cloth.
“Don't forget the other doors,” you tell him.
“What other doors?” He asks, making you frown.
“You said they were unloc-” And he smiles at you.
Asshole.
Rafe throws the now clean, once again, cloth onto the counter, and you kiss his arm. “Let’s go,” you whisper at him, and he nods.
Both of you are about to get the best night of sleep in your lives.
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Summary: Rafe doesn't like how much Sarah wants to hang out with you, while you don't see what the problem is. And if there is anything that defines Rafe Cameron, it is petty.
Warnings: Fem!Reader. SMUT {no condom, piv, biting, dirty talk, a bit of dacryphilia}, mention of alcohol consumption, petty silent treatment (because Rafe will always be petty in my fics).
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A/N.: This chapter wasn't exactly planned. So enjoy it as the day off drama for my two babies <3
It is the day before your graduation ceremony, so the days have gone by pretty quickly since you left your parents’ home. You’ve received your results from your last exams, you got the answer back from UNC-Chapel Hill, and your summer is finally starting. Nothing's holding you back now. There are no more secrets. No more drama. Nothing. It’s just you, Rafe, and, of course, Patty.
“I’m starting to think they love you more than me,” Patty says as you two look through the snack aisle.
They, meaning her parents, got home last night with no prior warning and discovered you living in their spare room. You expected to be given at most a week to pack your things and go. Nope, you got invited for dinner and got wine drunk with her mom as you celebrated your high school grand finish with straight A’s.
“You’re exaggerating.” You roll your eyes.
“I wish I were,” She sighs dramatically, “But they’ve literally just texted me after we left the house to make sure that you wear sunscreen.” And you laugh uncontrollably at that.
Maybe you had a magic touch with families. After all, Rafe’s wasn’t much different. You haven’t been to his house to tutor Wheezie ever since she got done with her exams, but he has been telling you how Rose wants you to come over for dinner nearly every night. And Sarah has been nagging him non-stop to finally have your number, since you’re a lost cause when it comes to answering DM's on social media. Also, Wheezie has always loved you, so dating her brother only really made things that much better for her. And Rose and Ward welcomed you, maybe a little too fast, after the party.
With your hands full of your favorite snacks, you decide to abandon not-so-only-child-anymore Patty to go leave them at the register and vacant your hands once more. There, some drinks already wait to be paid for, but you assume Rafe and Kelce are still going to grab some more. You offer the girl working at the register a small smile, which she answers back with one of her own, and the sound of the ringing bell of the door invades the small store.
You look over to find Sarah and her friends soon follow. You’ve never formally met them, but you’re sure many people could recognize them from afar. It’s the usual group of JJ, John B, and Kiara, though Pope is nowhere to be seen. Probably waiting in the van, just like Topper is waiting at the Jeep.
Sarah’s squeal of excitement fills the store when she sees you, and before you can even smile at her, her arms are securely around you, pulling you into a hug.
“Oh my god, I finally get to see you,” She exclaims, “Rafe has been an asshole and refuses to give me your number.”
She pulls away from the hug to look at you, and her excitement is contagious, making you smile at her back.
“I’m not sure why he’s not giving you my number,” You try to justify, “I’ve told him to do it-”
“He's a gatekeeping bitch, that’s why.” She says, probably knowing that he’s somewhere in the store and might hear him. “I only want to go shopping or hang out with you. He acts like I’m trying to steal you away every time.”
You laugh at her frustration, and as you pull your phone out to give it to her - in a silent gesture for her to give you her number and text herself - you notice that her friend group has not moved on with their shopping without her. They’re all looking at you two.
You can tell from some faces that, at least, John B. and JJ don’t recognize you, but Kiara surely does. You went to middle school together, after all. The guys look at you as if they’re not sure about you, whether to like you or not. Sarah surely likes you, but, from the conversation they’ve heard till now, they’re not all that sure about you anymore. Kiara, on the other hand, seems bored with having to wait for Sarah, but her face grew into annoyance pretty quickly.
Sarah grabs your phone from your hands to type in her number, and, as you begin watching her do it, a hand appears from behind you and snatches the phone. You two look up to find none other than the true enemy of this friendship, your boyfriend.
“You are unbelievable,” Sarah tells him, her tone full of frustration and pure hate.
“Leave my girl alone, Sarah.” He tells her, serious as all hell. “If you have something to say to her, say it to me first and I’ll pass on the message.”
You scoff at his behaviour and smack him on the stomach. He looks down at you in response.
“Give her my phone, Rafe.” You tell him, and he’s unmoving. “We just want to hang out, what’s so bad about that?”
“I don’t trust her,” He motions at his sister, “She’ll convert you into her little tribe there-”
And that’s enough to startle the thin peace among the Pogues. Kiara, who had stayed back and been silent, now scoffs at the loudest volume she could muster, and JJ takes his cap off his head in utter disbelief. You notice that Rafe’s mouth twists up in amusement, and you only shake your head at him.
“My phone.” You outstretch your hand at him, “Please.”
“Please, nothing.” Sarah interrupts, “Give me her phone, dofus. You have no right. It’s her phone, she doesn’t have to ask you for anything…” She keeps going.
You sigh as they start to fully argue in the most sibling way possible, and you can’t help but share a look with the girl at the register. Even she is dumbfounded.
Sarah and Rafe continue to call each other the most outrageous names while also fighting for their right to either spend time with you or 'look out for your safety,' as ridiculous as that sounds. You think about walking away, but you’re literally the only person on Sarah’s side, and you don’t want her to lose this battle.
Halfway through Rafe’s sentence, you put your hand in his pocket and grab his own phone. Sarah and Rafe are too distracted in their argument to notice you at first, but then Sarah’s phone dings loudly.
They pause mid-sentence, and you lock Rafe’s phone.
Sarah reaches and looks down at her phone, reading the just-received text from her brother, with your number on it. Rafe doesn’t have to read it to understand what just happened, so his eyes go to you, disappointed, as you return his phone to his pocket. You look up at him after. A little startled to already find his eyes on you, you give him a small smile, and it’s enough for Rafe to calm down his staring and lose his previous deadly look.
His sister then starts laughing in his face, and you can’t help but smile a little. Rafe rolls his eyes and decides to take his brooding self elsewhere. You watch him disappear into the cold section of the small store, back to grab more drinks with Kelce.
John B. and JJ decide they’ve seen enough and go look through the store to find what they need, but Kiara stays back with Sarah, which intrigues you. Is she also 'looking out' for Sarah? Just like Rafe had with you?
“... Wheezie needs to come with us too, she has been telling me how much she misses you.” Sarah continues telling you about your plans together. “We could have a sleepover!”
You smile at her, “Sure!”
“Do you want to come with us, Kie?” Sarah asks, turning her body to face her friend. Your eyes go to her too, and she stares back, unstartled from being, all of a sudden, included in your conversation.
“Nah, I think I’m good,” she says directly to you, which confuses you. It’s as if you’re the reason for her answer, even if you two haven’t spoken in years.
Sarah doesn’t accept that, “Oh, come on. It’d be so fun!” Her volume rises in excitement, “I haven’t had a girls' night in so long. You have to come!”
Patty appears beside you with a lot of chips and other savory snacks and lays them on the counter beside you. She doesn’t say anything yet, but she studies you and Sarah for a bit, almost as if waiting for something. You can’t help but chuckle.
“Do you want to come too, Patty?” You invite her, only raising Sarah’s excitement by a million, because: more girls!
“Kiara, now you have to come with us,” Sarah tells her friend, but Kie is unmoving. “Why not?”
“Not exactly my crowd,” She answers with a shrug. Her eyes stay on you and on Patty as if to appoint the crowd in question with her eyes.
“Okay…” You say in a low voice, only for Patty’s ears to hear. You turn to her and then to Sarah, not enjoying the vibe that has been laid out between all the girls after that. “I’ll go help Rafe with the drinks.”
Kiara’s slight reaction to your words gives you a good enough justification for her tone towards you. Her problem with you begins and ends with your association with Rafe. Good to know. She’s not the only one.
You send both your friends a short smile and disappear into the closest aisle to get out of Kiara’s sight. You walk by JJ and John B, who go silent when you walk beside them, and then finally reach the fridge section.
Rafe is with his back to you, staring at the open fridge as Kelce does most of the work to find the drink they want, and, when you reach him, you playfully nip at the skin of his arm. Rafe doesn’t even react. You frown and move to stand beside him, looking up at his face, but he doesn’t meet your eyes.
Rafe Cameron is sulking, people.
He shares some words with Kelce while you just stand there for a bit, and he continues to ignore you, even when Kelce includes you in the conversation too. You move closer to him, and, thankfully, his sulking doesn’t extend to avoidance because he doesn’t distance himself from you. With that information, you wrap your arms around his waist, as you always do, and kiss his chest. No response, so you smile and keep your body wrapped around his anyway.
Kelce disappears with the rest of the drinks to finally pay for everything, and Rafe leans away from the fridge door to follow him. But it’s difficult for him to do so when you’re still hugging him.
He struggles to walk, but he doesn’t move you out of the way. He’s petty enough to prefer to struggle rather than lose his silent protest against your actions. You don’t take it to heart, and he knows you wouldn’t. You just laugh into his shirt and let him go, before saying, “Fine. Be moody!”
You walk back to the register with a giddiness nevertheless present in your heart, and go help Kelce and Patty put all your purchases in bags. Rafe only shows up to swipe his card and pay for everything. And, after that, you all leave for the Jeep outside. You say your farewells to Sarah, and she smiles widely as she waves you goodbye.
(...)
It’s been a few good hours since the store, all of you have been in Rafe’s family’s boat ever since you’ve bought everything you needed, and, since then, all you’ve done is drink, swim, and lie in the sun. The, finally, good enough start of your summer.
Rafe… is still sulking, but not in the traditional way. Everyone has noticed his silent pity party to himself, but he talks and interacts with everyone else but you. That’s why they caught on so early. You still take everything he’s doing as a joke and continue on with your life. You still love him as if he’s reciprocating it, and, though he’s ignoring you, he doesn’t seem to hate it all that much.
After baking in the sun for enough time, your bikini is already mostly dry again, and you’re on your way to find a drink. You’ve been talking to Patty while in the sun for most of the time, so you have no idea what the guys have been doing ever since you left them in the water.
You go down a few steps after leaving the front deck, and you can already hear Topper and Kelce’s voices on the other side of the boat, probably still by the water. You grab Rafe’s shirt from the couch in the aft deck and pull it over your head, tying it at your stomach due to the heat.
You enter the dining area of the boat by pushing open the door, and your eyes fall on the half-naked man. “Hey, grumpy,” you say as you walk towards him. No answer. You kiss his hot skin as you walk past and go grab a glass.
You look around for the water bottle that you guys bought and see it in front of Rafe. You scootch in closer and try to reach the bottle as you say, “Excuse me” in a whisper. He does respond to you this time, not moving out of the way like you asked, but by grabbing the bottle and pulling it closer to you so you can reach it. And, just to get on his nerves: “Thank you, baby. I love you so much!” You enthusiastically say.
Still no response, but you can’t exactly see his face as he looks down at his phone, so you drink your water and lean against the cold stone of the counter. Rafe’s attention continues to be on his phone, so you lean in close until your bodies are touching. Rafe stops typing, and you see it as an opportunity to spy on what he’s doing.
You never felt so disappointed in your life. He’s, quite literally, answering emails.
“You’re no fun,” you whisper into the skin of his tanned and naked arm, “I don’t even think I recognize you.”
No response, so you do the second-best thing and start touching him more. Alcohol is already well a part of your system, so you welcome it with all your might. You lean in closer to Rafe and kiss his arm and shoulder. The room you’re in isolates all noise from the outside, so you two can practically hear your lips on his skin.
You leave your glass on the counter and go behind Rafe, wrapping your arms around him to have your chest glued to his smooth back and kissing his spine. But, right before your hands can even begin to explore, the door slides open and disrupts your peace.
You squint at the light behind whoever comes in, and, to your surprise, it’s everybody. You don’t separate from Rafe, given that they were the ones who came in during your love session, and lean your head against him. Rafe looks at them, too, and speaks, as if he doesn't have you glued to him.
“I checked it,” He says to Topper, making his torso vibrate with his voice, “they didn’t talk about any collaborations in the email. Just something about…” and you zoned out.
Patty, having her priorities straight, walks over to the food on the opposite counter and starts making herself her lunch. You eye her as she works in silence, thinking about what you could put on your own sandwich, but Rafe starts moving, disrupting your peace of scanning the imaginary list of ingredients that you brought into the boat.
You begin to let go of him, thinking he’s planning on leaving the room or whatever, but he simply turns around to lean his back on the counter, and, consequently, faces you. Kelce and Topper start another uninteresting conversation, and you look up at Rafe, who is looking and listening to them attentively.
Your eyes eye him with much annoyance, and you pull away before your drunken mind decides to really test his ability to ignore you. Aka, twist his nipple.
Moving over to Patty, you look at everything in front of you and decide on your lunch.
“Still ignoring you?” Patty asks with a smile.
You look up at her and shrug. “Guess so”.
“Men…” She says as she shakes her head and resumes her stacking of her ingredients, and you can’t help but laugh.
You grab two pieces of bread and join her in the stacking. You two decide to go eat elsewhere, and you don’t even spare Rafe a look. Yet, if you had, you would’ve seen his eyes on you as you left.
(...)
Hours and many drinks later, everyone gave up swimming for the day. Topper grilled hamburgers for dinner on the above deck, and, with a stomach full of food and alcohol still pumping through everyone’s systems, some retired directly into their beds. The only ones remaining are you, Rafe, and Topper.
You scroll through your phone’s gallery while they talk, still not being affected by the need for sleep, unlike Topper, who has yawned endlessly for the past 10 minutes. You’re entertained and happy while looking at your screen.
Now that you and Rafe have no one to hide your relationship from, posting on social media has become a thing. You two aren’t posting anything crazy, like endless pictures of each other's faces or collages of you two kissing – of course not. But things like the same locations in your stories, the same parties, or, in this case, the same boat. Or even other photos, like ones with the entire group – tendency of Patty to force everybody in a group photo spontaneously – or just canon pictures of you or your friends.
It’s maybe dumb that something as small as that makes you happy, but showing off Rafe had been the privilege you had been deprived of ever since the beginning of your relationship. So, you bet your monthly photo-dumps or random groups of photos get to include him and his friends. Your boyfriend’s hot, damnit, god forbid you let the entire world see that.
You’re lying over the couch, mostly hidden by the table in front of you, while Rafe and Topper sit at the head and foot of the table, leaving you more than enough space to just lie down on your phone and roll in whatever direction you might like to.
After a good few moments of scrolling through your gallery, Topper announces his wish to go to bed. They might think that you’re asleep by now, since they both start cleaning up the table without you, so you decide to come out of hiding.
You stretch and sit up, letting Rafe’s shirt, now untied, fall to your lap, and see them talking with the door slid completely open as they throw everything in the trash. You get up, grab the remaining trash, and walk over to them. Topper looks up at you, giving you a sleepy smile to acknowledge your presence, and you give him one of yours, too.
“Good night, love birds.” He says as he turns around to go downstairs to the bedrooms.
“Good night,” the two of you say, almost in sync.
Rafe closes the trash once you throw in your stuff, and you go back outside to grab your phone, tying the shirt back up as you walk. Surprisingly, Rafe follows you and takes back his seat at the head of the table. You watch him as he grabs his phone and just continues to be in his own world.
You stand there, just a meter away from him, watching him, and the man just keeps on scrolling.
“Want to go to sleep?” You try to ask him.
No response.
You groan out of frustration and throw your phone back on the table. You’re not going to sleep until he talks to you and stops being his petty self. So, you try to be annoying.
You poke his head, flick his forehead, play with the buzz cut, pinch his neck… Literally nothing.
As you watch him, Rafe leans back on the couch on his phone, and you, with a lack of patience, snatch the phone from his hands. You stare at the screen and sigh. At least he’s not checking emails, but he was just scrolling through social media. You look over at him, and he is still not meeting your eyes.
You throw the phone in the direction of yours, and it falls perfectly in the middle of the table. You take a seat next to him and face him.
You tell him, “All of this because I gave Sarah my number?”
You expected to be ignored, but he, dead serious, turns his head to face you like you hit the nail right on the head. You sit still for a second, shamelessly enjoying his attention on you for starters, and then laughing in his face for how petty this entire afternoon has been. You move, with his eyes still on you, to sit on his lap, facing him, and Rafe doesn’t look away at that.
“Why?” You ask him, looking down at him.
He doesn’t answer, and you roll your eyes.
“How am I supposed to not want to hang out with your sister, when you don’t even tell me what’s so bad about her?” He gives you a look that it’s comical, but you continue, “I’ve known her for as long as I've known you. She seems as normal as any other person in your family.”
That gets him talking, “What is that supposed to mean?”
You laugh at the baffled look on his face, and lay your hands on his shoulders. “You’re still not answering me.”
“She’s annoying,” he tells you.
“That’s it?” You frown, lifting your hands off his shoulder to lay them on your thighs. “Everyone can be annoying, and I still hang out with them.”
Rafe gives you a look of ‘you better not be talking about me’, making you smile, and you look over at the closed glass door everyone had gone through to go to sleep.
“So…” You start again, looking over at Rafe to already find him looking at you, of course. “I can’t hang out with her?”
He shrugs. Like a complete toddler. “You do what you want, babe.”
You groan out of frustration for him and smack his chest, making him sit up and hold back a grin of his own. You two are now much closer to one another, though you still have an advantage in height for sitting over his legs. Your hands move upwards, and your fingers begin to play with his buzzcut.
“What’s so bad about Sarah?” You ask again, looking at him dead in the eyes.
“She is annoying.”
“To you, maybe. Because you’re her brother.” You shrug, “I’ve never found her to be annoying.”
“That’s because you don’t hang with her enough.”
“And you do?” You pause your hands, knowing damn well that Rafe does not spend time with his family unless he is forced/coerced to. He leans back on his hands while looking at you. “Why is she annoying?”
“Babe,” Rafe starts, letting out a dry laugh, “Hang out with her, if you want. You can be friends with whoever-”
“But you’re sulking,” you tell him.
“I’m not.”
“Rafe,” You say seriously, “You’ve been sulking all day.” He makes a face as if you’re the wrong one, “You have to be kidding me.”
He doesn’t answer, and you huff out a breath. You use his shoulders as something to hold as you stand up. His eyes, in return, only watch you as you move.
“I’m going to bed. I’m done talking to you.” You tell him, only meaning those words half-heartedly, and Rafe knows it.
“Why?”
“Because you’re being annoying,” You tell him. “You ignored me all day. I have a right to be mad at you.”
Rafe smiles at your words, and you begin to walk towards the glass doors. You hear him moving behind you, but you’re quicker. You slide the door open and get in, closing and locking it behind you. Rafe, on the other hand, stands there, on the other side of the glass, hands on his hips like he expected you to do this. His hand doesn’t even reach for the door to know that you locked it.
“Open the door,” his voice is muffled, making you smile.
“What?” You lean in closer to the glass, “Can’t hear you.”
Rafe doesn't say anything, just to add suspense.
“There are other doors,” Your eyes widen, “you know that, right?”
First, your brain thinks that surely the other doors would be locked, given that time has begun to reach AM, and all of you have to be safe out here... But, if they're not, can you even run that fast to close everything up before he gets in?
“And where is the fun in that?” You shrug.
“So what? You want me to stand here and-”
“And think about what you did, yes.”
Rafe looks at you as if expecting you to laugh and unlock the door, but you’re unmovable. You cross your arms and lean against the kitchen counter, watching him. He looks over his shoulder as he sighs, and then a smile appears on his face.
“You left your phone out here.” Damn it.
“That’s fine, I’ll get it after.”
Rafe makes a face that makes you lean away from the counter, “I don’t know. He might fall in the water during the night.” He takes a step back, towards the table, making you smile in panic.
“Rafe,” you try to sound serious, but fail miserably.
“What?” He pretends to not hear you, mimicking you, and keeps walking towards the table. You watch as he grabs his phone first, putting it into his pocket, and then yours. You don’t fold just yet, but keep watching his every move.
Rafe looks down at your phone, acting as if he’s messing with it, and then, suddenly, starts moving away from the table and the view of the glass. You call out his name, no answer. Gosh, will you actually have to fall for his bluff?
“You’re not going to throw my phone in the water.”
“It’s outdated anyway,” You hear him a little far away already. “I’ll get you a new one.”
You try to be strong and hold yourself together. You can’t fall for his tricks this easily, but blame it on the alcohol, which is minimal at this point, to make you more gullible. You have too many things in that phone to lose it in the waves because of locking your boyfriend out.
“Okay, fine!” You exclaim, unlocking the door.
You step out, expecting to see him just by the door, with a stupid smile on his face about how he tricked you. But you don’t see him anywhere. “Rafe?” You call out, still no answer. You leave the door open behind you and keep walking.
You check the front deck first, empty. You go down and keep calling out his name. Still nothing. You look around, trying to not spook yourself with something so dumb.
The waters surrounding the boat are dark, and so is everything all around it. The darkest you’ve ever seen the night be. The boat, of course, is well illuminated, but it still leaves you uneasy.
As you keep walking, now nearly by the back of the boat that leads to the water, you’re silent, not calling out for Rafe anymore. Maybe he went around and is now locking the door to keep you out? Should you go back? And then, when you least expect it, he just comes out of nowhere and grabs you.
The scream that comes out of you is inhumane, which makes you laugh as soon as you come to your senses - hopefully, not waking up anyone. Rafe is laughing at you, and you smack his head.
“You’re such an asshole!” You ask him, “Why weren’t you answering me?”
He mimicks you again, now putting on a squeaky voice, “Where’s the fun in that?” You smack his head again, making him laugh more.
“I was scared, you ass.” You say, admitting it outright, as you look up at him while being glued to his chest. “What if I’d fallen in the water?” You point to the water right next to you.
“You think I’d let that happen?”
“Yes!” You say a little too loudly, making him smile brightly at you. “Yes, I do. You’re an ass, and that would be an ass thing to do. So, yes!”
“I would never.” He tells you, making you give him a death stare.
Rafe kisses your lips anyway, but you don’t budge. He deserves to have you be the one to sulk now. After this entire day, and now this? He deserves worse.
Rafe seems to notice what you’re doing right as you start it, which makes him chuckle, but, of course, the way Rafe deals with you is much different than the way you are with him. He begins kissing your cheek, holding you close to him, and then he lands a kiss on your neck... right before throwing you over his shoulder.
You hold in any sound of surprise, and he starts walking upstairs again. You don’t move. You act dead, letting yourself swing on his shoulder as he moves.
When upstairs, he grabs the phones from his pocket and throws them on the table again, confusing you, as you expected to be brought to your bedroom. Rafe takes you off his shoulder and sits you down on the table, too. You stare up at him, with no reaction, and then his lips go directly on yours.
You kiss back, but you make sure to lay your hands on the table, refusing to touch him as you usually do. Rafe’s hands hold onto your waist, pulling you closer to him, and then move over to your hips. You ignore it at first, but it’s hard to when he starts untying the bows at the sides of your pink bikini.
Still, you give him no reaction.
Your lips don’t separate, but your bikini lies now open, making a warmth travel and burn at the bottom of your stomach. One of Rafe’s hands, previously lying over one of your thighs, moves between your legs, and you hold yourself together when you feel his fingers touch your pussy. He groans into your kiss when he drags his fingers in between your lips down towards the entrance, to already find you wet. You concentrate on your silence and on the kiss, but his fingers move up to your clit again, making you lose almost all hope in yourself.
Rafe breaks the kiss to look down at his wet hand, and so do you. His fingers work slow circles over your clit, and you let out a breath, making Rafe smile and look up at you. Your eyes meet, and his hand stops, making you want to protest, but you stay put. Rafe lays his hand on your stomach, laying you down over the table, and he goes down on his knees.
With one of your legs over his shoulder and one of his hands on the other, Rafe’s mouth starts working as soon as it can. You lift your hand over your mouth almost instantly, feeling the warmth of his hand against you, his tongue on your clit, and his breathing on your skin. Your eyes stay trained on the white roof over the table, and you focus on your breathing.
Rafe’s mouth licks, sucks, and kisses your pussy like he’s a man starved. He knows what you’re trying to do, but he also knows that you’re near failing. You’re trying to control your breathing, your sounds, your hands, and your legs to not let out any reaction, and it’s getting to be too much.
His mouth abandons your clit to move down to your entrance, and his nose touches your clit almost by accident. You bite your tongue, but Rafe catches the feeling of your thigh twitching once on his shoulder. He smiles into you and brings up one of his hands to start playing with your clit while he slides his tongue inside you.
His thumb moves faster in circles on your clit, and you can’t help but let out a small whimper. Your eyes sting a little, as tears are wanting to escape from the corner of your eyes, and you blink them away. Rafe slides his tongue out of you and moves upwards to your clit, moving his hand away for now. The warmth of his mouth is almost too much for you, but then his tongue starts moving, and you feel two of his fingers slide into you with almost no warning.
You cough out a moan, but your hand doesn’t move away from your mouth. Rafe wraps his lips around your clit and sucks on it while his fingers begin to move back and forth inside of you, knowing exactly where to hit every time.
As always, his knowledge of your body is beginning to be a little too much for you.
And then, what feels like seconds after, his mouth pulls away, and so do his fingers. When you see him stand up, you take your hand off your mouth and try to ignore the cold between your legs as you pull yourself up on your elbows.
“Turn around,” Rafe tells you, with his hands on your hips, but you don’t move, both for still trying to catch your breath and for your promise to not give up that easily.
Without any delay, Rafe flips you easily to lie on your stomach, and you huff out a breath of annoyance when you almost face plant into the table. Your bikini bottoms now fall to the ground, but you ignore them as you feel Rafe grab onto your hips from behind you. And, just in a few seconds, your annoyance evaporates when you feel Rafe’s dick slide into you. It’s slow. Torturing. And without any pause. But you almost forget your anger the moment it happens.
You two stay like that for a bit, but then Rafe begins to move. You try to concentrate, of course you do. You repeat the words, you got this, over and over in your brain, but it’s way harder than you think it is. The pleasure that had gone dormant from Rafe’s pause of his initial attack on you resumes exactly where it left off, and you almost lose it.
Your entire body feels warm, your pussy feels soaked, and your back naturally arches as soon as Rafe keeps moving. You hear him chuckle behind you, but you try to ignore it so as to not give him the satisfaction of a reaction. His dick slides easily back and forth inside of you at a pace that, though it isn’t the slowest he has punished you with, it’s nowhere near the pace you wish you could be at. It’s almost anxiety-inducing because Rafe knows what he’s doing. And he’s just telling you, without using any words, that though he almost has you breaking, he hasn’t even started yet.
And then, finally, he speeds up to a normal pace, and you lean your head onto the table. You focus on your breathing, knowing that it is already shaking, and at the beginning of a moan, but you know that Rafe can’t hear it. So, you let yourself indulge in that alone.
You close your eyes, concentrating further as pleasure continues to burn at the end of your tummy and travels down to your legs, and Rafe doesn’t seem to like how silent you are.
Out of nowhere, Rafe grabs you by your torso and pulls you up, making you arch into him and almost lean your head back on his shoulder.
“Why are you doing that?” He asks you in a mumble just below your ear, “Uhm?” He questions you.
You don’t respond, but your hands lie on the table to hold you better. His hands hold onto your waist, and you try to ignore the sounds coming from both of you. Rafe knows it right away.
“You think you’re winning, uhm?” He continues, “But you're so fucking wet that the whole boat could hear you if they were awake.”
The sound of the wet smack of skin and squelching of your pussy, makes you unconsciously squeeze Rafe’s dick, and he laughs into your ear.
“Look at you,” He kisses your neck between words, “Holding yourself together so well.” He nips at your skin, and then all you feel is his lips and tongue over your skin.
Rafe’s hands undo the tie of his shirt on you, and his hands disappear under the fabric. Your hands lift off the table as Rafe pulls you in closer and closer to his chest, and the angle worsens your entire situation. His hands find your chest and pull your tits out of the tight bikini, and, as soon as you feel his mouth on your skin again while his fingers pinch at one of your nipples, you let out a loud and shaky sigh that Rafe can now definitely hear.
“You got it, you got it.” He pokes fun at you. He kisses your cheek and the corner of your lips, “But I got to say… I already miss your whining.”
You intake air harshly through your nose as Rafe thrusts into you with a little more force, and you open your eyes. He kisses your jaw and pulls you in closer to his chest, making his warmth familiarly engulf you.
Rafe looks down at you, his head just beside yours, and you force yourself to not meet his eye. “You know what, baby?” He asks, “I’m being way too nice with you… And I really shouldn’t.”
You stay silent, biting your tongue to try and distract yourself with the slight pain of it. Rafe’s hands move away from under the shirt, and he pauses his thrusts. You breathe in and out slowly, and he grabs one of your legs, lifting it to the table and opening space for his hand. His thrusts resume with that, and his fingers return to your clit.
Rafe kisses up your neck and lets go of your waist to force your head to face him. You strengthen your back to hold yourself up as his hips continue to meet yours - his movements at the same pace as before - and Rafe looks you right in the eye as if nothing is affecting him. His poker face is surely better than yours, but you try to not lose hope in yourself.
“Am I being mean to you?” He asks you, the sound of his thrusts invading your ears and making you hold in your breath. “Uhm? Am I?” He kisses your lips with a peck, and you look down at his mouth when he pulls away, “You can tell me, baby, and I promise that I’ll take better care of you.”
He kisses you again, and a little sound escapes your mouth when Rafe’s tongue meets yours. Your hands itch to touch him. To grab his head to force him closer to you. Or his arm to hold yourself up. The kiss is wet and messy, but Rafe intends for it to be so. You squeeze his dick harder and harder, and smaller sounds escape you as you get more drunk off of him.
Rafe then decides to put some more force into his thrusts, and, with your mouths open into a kiss, an actual moan breaks out of you. Rafe smiles and pulls away from your lips, victorious and proud. You try to go back down to the table, trying to get yourself back together by distancing yourself from him and his warmth, smell, and lips, but Rafe doesn’t let you. He roughly pulls you back to his chest by wrapping his arm around your waist as he thrusts, and a shaky breath comes out of your mouth.
“Are you going to cry?” He asks you, his tone so heavy with humor, that you find it evil when directed at you. You close your eyes and force down the urge to cry out your pleasure, and Rafe just keeps making it worse. His fingers pause on the small circles on your clit and pinch it softly as he leans his head onto the crook of your neck. He bites your skin and moves away to look down at your face. Rafe looks as he speeds up his pace and thrusts fully into you. He reads your face like a book. And though you’re silent, you couldn’t make it more obvious to him. “You can cry. I got you. I always do.”
You’re getting distracted. Your pleasure is getting higher and higher, and Rafe does not shut up. He keeps talking in your ear, knowing that if he does, your pleasure just gets worse as your pussy squeezes him like a vice. He calls you his crybaby, his baby, his pretty girl. All of it to get in your head. And he succeeds.
Your hand lifts off the table and moves towards his on your waist. You grab it to try and get some strength back into you, but Rafe sees it as a slip-up and starts moving his fingers quicker against your poor clit to only make it worse. Your eyes open, and Rafe bites at your neck. Your other hand lifts up to his nape, scratching his skin, and he grunts at your touch.
“You want to come?” Rafe asks you against the skin of your cheek, and you find yourself nodding. His chuckle hits your face, and he forcibly kisses you. “You do, yeah?” You nod again when he pulls away, “Ask me, then.”
You sob out loud as the pleasure intensifies and a tear escapes. Rafe smiles at you, prouder than he’s ever been of himself, but you don’t ask him for anything. He kisses you again, with bruising force, and that just makes you whimper against his lips. His fingers move faster and faster, and your hands hold onto him like a lifeline. Your sounds start getting louder and louder, still not yet being their usual volume, but Rafe takes them in like medals. Every single one of them.
“I’ll stop.” He warns you, making you look at him in surprise. “If you don’t ask for it, I’ll stop, and we’ll go to sleep.”
And the look you give him… Rafe could’ve melted right there and then. You plead with your teary eyes, small sobs of pleasure leaving your mouth, as you almost pout at him. Rafe was ready to give you the orgasm and more. Anything in the world could be yours if you kept it up. But you decide to shake your head.
“No?” He asks you, “No, you don’t want to come?” He tests you, “Or no, you don’t want me to stop?”
He pinches your clit when you don’t answer, and you, finally, let out a real moan. He can tell that you’re getting closer. Your pussy is impossibly wet, your breathing is irregular, you're holding onto him as if he’ll let you fall to the ground at any second, and then you tense up. Rafe, though it pains him to, stops moving right away.
“I guess we’ll go to sleep, then.”
“No, no, no…” You whisper at him, pulling at him with your hands as if scared that he’ll disappear. Rafe leans in as you pull him by his nape, and you peck his lips. Rafe kisses you for more time, and you start to feel everything. His naked chest against you, his tight hold on your waist, his lips on yours, his dick entirely inside you, and his other hand paused at your clit. He pulls away, and you sigh.
“Say it, then.” Rafe encourages.
“P… Please make me come.” You whisper against his lips, so low that Rafe’s ear almost doesn’t register, but he takes it as enough.
“Of course, baby.” He kisses you at the end of the sentence, “Anything for my pretty girl, yeah?”
You nod at him, and he starts slowly at first. As soon as the speed and force come back, you’re too aware of every single thing and come incredibly fast. Rafe holds you as he keeps going, thrusting into you deeply as he forces you to ride out your orgasm as he finds his, and, the second you start making your overstimulated whines, Rafe is done for. He thrusts a final time and comes inside you, and he grunts against the skin of your shoulder.
His breathing takes some time to calm down, and you relax your hold on him. Rafe takes his hand away from your pussy and lays it over the table to stand up straight. Your hand falls from his head as he does so, and you grab his wrist from that same arm. You lean your head back onto his shoulder, and the wind of the sea hits your wet face. Gosh, what a mess.
You two don’t talk for a bit, but Rafe doesn’t take long to feel himself get back to normal. He is careful when he pulls out of you and pulls his shorts back up. He’s slow to let you go, making sure that you can stand on your own already, and he grabs the bottoms of your bikini from the floor. He hands it to you, and when he goes to pick you up, you stop him.
“Rafe, the table.” You tell him, looking at it.
“What?”
You laugh and point at the table you just had sex on, “We got to clean the table. We have every meal on that thing”. Rafe sighs as he looks at it.
You put your bikini back on while Rafe trusts you to stand by yourself, and he cleans the table very well, to your request (also known as orders). Once he’s done, he goes to wash his hands, and you move towards the inside of the boat. You close the door and lock it behind you, and look over to find Rafe drying his hands on the kitchen cloth.
“Don't forget the other doors,” you tell him.
“What other doors?” He asks, making you frown.
“You said they were unloc-” And he smiles at you.
Asshole.
Rafe throws the now clean, once again, cloth onto the counter, and you kiss his arm. “Let’s go,” you whisper at him, and he nods.
Both of you are about to get the best night of sleep in your lives.
Hiii!! Can I request gynecologist rafe x fem reader that can’t orgasm and he helps her (some smut)
Tysm, love your stories!! <3
warnings: smut, taboo, age gap (19/29), medical kink, orgasm therapy, fingering, dirty talk, dominant!rafe, nervous!reader, lowercase
pairing: gynecologist!rafe cameron x fem!reader
you’re not sure what’s worse—the paper gown, the stirrups, or the fact that the man standing between your knees is painfully attractive.
dr. rafe cameron.
“first time?”
he asks, voice low and smooth. he doesn’t look like any doctor you’ve ever seen. slicked-back hair, perfect teeth, sleeves rolled up to show strong, veiny forearms. his gold watch catches the light.
you nod. “yeah.”
his eyes flick down to your trembling knees. “nervous?”
“a little,” you whisper, even though your heart’s beating so hard it’s making your chest ache.
he hums, scribbling something on the clipboard.
“you’re nineteen. no birth control. no active partners. but you made this appointment yourself. so what’s goin’ on, baby?”
your cheeks burn.
god.
this is so embarrassing.
you look down at your hands, fingers fidgeting in your lap.
“i… i can’t finish.”
his brow lifts. “what do you mean?”
you hesitate. then, in a small voice, “i’ve never had an orgasm. not with someone. not by myself.”
he doesn’t laugh. doesn’t make a face. he just stares at you for a second like he’s reading you.
“how long you been tryin’?”
you shrug. “a couple of years.. i thought something was wrong with me.”
he steps closer. “nothing’s wrong with you.” a pause. “some girls just need a little help.”
your breath catches. “you mean…?”
his voice drops. “i mean, if you’re open to it, i can do an internal evaluation. a hands-on assessment. we’ll go slow. see if we can figure out what’s keepin’ you from letting go.”
you blink up at him, wide-eyed. “that’s… allowed?”
he smiles. “with your consent? yeah, baby. i’m licensed to make you feel good.”
you shiver.
he helps you lie back on the table, spreading your legs gently into the stirrups. the gown falls open. you’re bare under it. skin prickles as the cool air hits your center.
his eyes drag down your body, hungry. “pretty little thing,” he mutters, almost to himself. then louder, “i’ll start with just one finger.”
you nod, breath shaky.
he gloves up, squirts a little lube onto his fingers, and presses one thick finger inside you. slow. smooth. your body clenches around the intrusion, and he pauses.
“tight,” he murmurs. “you ever use toys?”
you shake your head. “just fingers.”
“makes sense.” he pushes deeper, his other hand resting on your thigh to keep you still. “gonna feel around a little. let me know if anything feels good.”
you can’t speak—you’re already panting. he curls his finger upward, and your hips jolt.
he smirks. “there she is.”
he presses again. and again. and each time your back arches a little more. you’re gasping now, whimpering when he adds a second finger, stretching you wider.
his thumb brushes your clit, slow and steady. “you’ve been waitin’ for this, huh?”
“y-yeah,” you breathe.
“just needed someone to show you how your body works. someone who knows how to make you cum.”
his fingers speed up, thumb rubbing harder. your thighs shake, breath ragged.
“rafe—i—”
he mumbles low. “that’s dr. cameron to you, baby. say it.”
“dr. cameron,” you whine.
“that’s right. say it again when you come.”
your whole body is burning. your hands clutch the paper beneath you, hips grinding into his palm. it builds so fast you almost don’t believe it—your first real orgasm crashing through you like lightning, loud and hot and blinding.
you moan his name as you fall apart, legs trembling. he doesn’t stop until you’re whimpering, too sensitive to take it.
he finally pulls out, fingers glistening. he watches the way your pussy flutters, still clenching around nothing.
“fuck,” he mutters. “we’re definitely gonna need a follow-up appointment.”
Words: 8k+
Summary: After the party, everything goes down.
Warnings: Female!Reader. Insults. Slut shaming. Difficult relationships with parents, specifically fathers. Mention of drinking, sex, drugs, and violence. MDNI.
A/N.: Ignore the fact that I've been gone for almost a year. Imagine it only took me like... 2 months :) Probably needs more proofreading, so, pls be nice <3
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Time felt weird. It felt like it was going too fast and too slow at times. When you walked out of that building, the cold outside made everything too real. All the words. The expression on your parents’ faces. All of it. They kept replaying yet again in your memory, making you more nauseous by the second. And, with each second that went by, your parents never seemed to finally walk out of the building.
You tried to prepare yourself for when they did, what to say, and how to act so that nothing could become much worse for you by not knowing what to say. You thought of saying a whole speech of how you regretted not telling them, and how you will explain everything. You thought of maybe even calling Rafe out of the room, but that felt even worse. You thought of not saying anything at all, but you could already see how that would just leave them to assume more and more of what went down.
When the doors of the building behind you opened, you almost lost your footing, watching as your parents walked out. They looked composed at first, like nothing had happened. But the closer they got to you, right beside the car, you noticed your father’s tense posture and your mother’s eyes, reddened and moist with tears ready to burst out.
You opened your mouth to talk, your chin shook when her broken eyes met yours, and, with much disappointment on your side, no words that you practiced came out, just a small sob. Your father’s eyes moved to stare at you once the sound came out, but he didn’t say anything just yet.
You tried to reach for your mother when she was close enough, but she didn’t respond, simply sniffled and moved her hand to clean the corner of her painted eyes, careful to not smudge a thing. As your father reached for the car keys, you swallowed some of the tears and tried to speak, letting out a short and ridiculous “I can explain”, but it met deaf ears. No one responded.
Once the car was unlocked, your mother opened the door and walked right in, but your father stood there, watching her as she did it, deep in thought. You tried to open your mouth to talk to him instead, but when his eyes met yours again, all he said was, “Get in the car.”
You did, and the trip home was horrible. You held your tears in, feeling your chin shake and your face wet from tears you didn’t care to wipe away. Your mother cried in small sniffles, ones which at times got the response from your father as an understanding look or a hand over hers. No words were said, and it all hurt more by the second.
Once inside your house, you felt like it all broke loose. Your mother put down her bag at the entrance, and her eyes met her feet as she let out a sob for the first time. Your father does not move, standing mere inches from the door that was just closed behind him.
“I can try to explain.” You blurted out again, heart beating out of your chest, and panic beginning to rise higher and higher.
“Is there anything to explain?” Your father asks, almost spitting his words in your direction.
“Yes.” You nod, trying to sound convincing, but your following words, with the nerves, just shoot out of your mouth, “I didn’t mean to hide it like this- It was not really planned- It all just started as a… I’m not sure- But there is nothing wrong with Rafe. I love him, and he treats me well. I promise. He is nothing like people say he is-”
“Do you hear yourself?” He asks you, his expression morphing into a worried yet angry look.
“Yes, Dad, please. You have to believe me!” You step closer to him, wanting to hold his attention and make him believe your words, “Rafe is not as bad as you think he is. Please don’t be mad.”
He shakes his head and pulls his hand away before you can even reach him. Your heart breaks, and he walks away from the door, creating a larger distance between the two of you as he needs space to think. Your eyes stupidly fill up with tears again as you grow more and more helpless, and it all seems to get worse just because of it.
“Stop crying,” Your mother says, looking at you, finally. “You have to stop crying every time something does not go your way. You are not a child.”
“But mom…” You try to talk, but your broken heart wants to express itself further, consuming your body and making you want to cry or else run out of air to hold it in further. “You have to believe me. There is nothing wrong with this. We are just dating... He is like any other boyfriend.”
Your father chuckles at your words, and your wet eyes meet his again. Your body is starting to feel weird. Your skin feels clammy, your body feels hot, but your teeth keep wanting to chatter. At the same time, your mind is going too fast with ideas of what to say to the point of not being able to get anything out to defend yourself or Rafe. Your previous attempts had been bad enough. You feel ridiculous, but there isn't much you can do.
He leans forward as if to hear you better once you speak, “Like any other boyfriend? Do you hear yourself?” He asks you, chuckling but finding no humor behind his questions. “The Rafe that I keep hearing gets into multiple fights a week and got into the hospital for alcohol poisoning, is like any other boyfriend?”
You frown amid your tears, “That isn't freaking true!” You exclaim, “This is what I mean when I say that Rafe isn’t like what other people say he is. He does not get into fights like that, and he doesn’t drink- I never saw him drunk, even!”
Your mother turns to face you, “When could you have seen him drunk? At home?”
“I-”
“Y/N, you better shut up.” Your father interrupts you, “You are only digging yourself a bigger hole.”
“How long has it been going on?” Your mother asks, going against your father’s wish to have you in silence.
“Months.” You admit, “Not sure how many.”
“More than two?” You nod, “More than five?” You nod too, and her eyes swell up in tears again before she looks away, all while your father seems to be driving himself to madness as he looks at you. “Have you been to parties too? Is that it? Without your friends?”
“Kristy and I haven’t been talk-”
“And why is that?!” Your father asks loudly and angrily, making you flinch.
“Because she found out about me and Rafe.” You admit, forcefully wiping away your tears to grasp onto any dignity you had left.
“What do you mean ‘found out’?”
“I didn’t tell her either when we started seeing each other,” Your father chuckles again humorlessly, “And she saw me with him once.”
“Let me guess, he has been in our home too?” Your mother asks, trying to see if there is anything the man hasn’t done yet without her knowledge.
“Yes.”
She shakes her head, disappointment filling her every pore, and she does not try to hide it from you. Your heart keeps jumping in your chest, but you try to calm it down as it is doing you absolutely no favors.
A silence follows, and you notice that you have finally run out of tears, even when your mother has not, and her make-up has become too smudged for any of it to be salvaged. Your father stands feet beside you, seething with the idea of anything ever happening between you and Rafe.
You smooth your hands down on your dress, cleaning the sweat from your palms, and try to think back on what you had been wanting to tell them before you lost control of everything around you. “I am not proud of hiding it from anyone. I did it to try to calm down any unwanted reactions. I tried to not make this a surprise. I-” You pause to clear your throat when you notice you are nearing tears yet again, “I meant it to be me who would say it to you and to Kristy and the rest of the girls. I wanted to tell you everything when I would be done with school. Not be ambushed by it twice in a month… I’m sorry for lying and for hiding all of this. I never meant to hurt anyone with it.”
“Hurt anyone with it?” Your mother asks dumbfounded, “Has it ever occurred to you that we, or Kristy, are against this relationship, not because of our feelings, but because we are scared for you?”
We… or Kristy…
“You’ve talked to Kristy…” You realize in a low tone. They ignore it as they mustn’t have heard it.
“Rafe, rumors or not, is dangerous. He has always been.” Your mother throws her hand in the air to emphasize her despair, “I am angry that you did not tell me, but I am angrier with the fact that you chose him, of all people, to date. He can hurt you. He can… He can do so much wrong. Drugs, alcohol, unprotected relations, all of it.” She breathes, “He is bad news, Y/N. He has always been. You cannot do this to yourself.”
You turn to your father and see that he must agree with all of your mother’s words, because he doesn’t seem to have anything else to add. Angry or not, he seems to prefer to be silent.
“No matter what you think, I am not breaking up with Rafe.” You tell them both. “I am not doing it. I have said this to Kristy, as I’m sure both of you have heard from her. And, since our conversations weren’t exactly civil, I am sure you will not even want to hear when I say that I know Rafe. I know him and I have known him for quite some time. I have watched him before. I have met his family, years ago. I have met his friends. I have seen him do everything possible under the sun, and he has not once hurt me.”
There is a short silence until “What about Aiden?” Your father asks, bringing his hand up to rub his jaw in frustration.
“What about him?” You ask, knowing exactly what he means.
“Rafe sent him to the hospital. He beat him to a pulp, Y/N.” He explains, still angry.
“I know he did.”
“You were there?” Your mother asks. Her mouth hangs open as she isn't able to contain her shock.
“I was.”
Your father can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous you sound, “And you’re fine with it.” He affirms it, moving his shoulder as if it is so natural to say it aloud.
“No, I was never fine with it. I have always hated violence. Rafe knows how much I’m against it, too.” You tell him, trying to sound sure of your words. “But though I think he took it too far... Aiden did deserve it.”
“Deserve it?!” Your mother repeats in a squeal.
“Who even are you?” Your father dramatically asks, “Because my daughter would never say this, ever-” You interrupt him.
“I made Rafe apologize for it. I’ve contacted Aiden, and he himself told me that Rafe did indeed say ‘sorry’ and paid for the medical bills.” You tell them, “I didn’t make him do it like he was a child, or because he needed someone to tell him how wrong it was. He knew that he went too far, and that is why he apologized as soon as I called him out on it.”
They don’t say anything.
“That was the only time I saw Rafe being violent. He didn’t initiate it, and, still, he never did it again.” You conclude.
“So, Aiden started it?” Your father asks. “The Aiden that I’ve known for so many years and has sat at our table, that Aiden- That Aiden picked a fight with Rafe?” He almost laughs at how ludicrous it all sounded.
“No. Aiden started it with me, and Rafe ended it.” You clarify. “Aiden was drunk, and that is why I don’t think he deserved what happened to the full extent. He came up to me, figured out that I didn’t want anything to do with him, insulted me, and Rafe punched him.”
“Right…” Your father nods, finding you to be full of shit. “Rafe, the gentleman.”
You look away, noticing how he’s beginning to make fun of you. You look towards your mother instead, who has been silently listening to you and never tried to test your patience as much as him.
“I don’t believe you. I don’t believe it, Y/N, I am sorry.” She tells you. Her natural, saddened pout reappears as her eyes fill up with tears again, forcing you to look down at the ground. “I’m scared for you, really. I am.”
“Mom-” You try to stop her.
“He is dangerous, Y/N. People will talk as soon as you go public with him. Everyone will see it and think the same thing.” She says, almost running out of breath as she fights her tears.
You don’t seem to have any more words to say.
She tells you outright, “He is a drug addict. My friends have kids just like you who have been to these parties with Rafe. He is always coked up, they say.” She tries to wipe away her tears. “He drinks a lot. He is rude. He is mean. And he might sound dreamy, but that is only because you are a teenager. He sounds dangerous, and that is why you are attracted to him.” She holds your shoulders now, “But you need to get away from him before it is too late-”
“Mom, stop it!”
“He is a bad influence… He will get you into drugs, too. You cannot do this to yourself. To us!” Her eyes are wide, and she looks insane. As if she has already gone mad with all that has happened. “You need to break up-”
“Shut up!” You say loudly, and she shuts her mouth. She lifts her hands from your shoulders and brings them over her mouth, creating a distance between the two of you. “Jesus Christ, Mom! Please stop this craziness about how he will hurt me. You don’t even know the guy!”
“Watch how you talk to your mother!” Your father defends her, “She is worried about you!”
“Yeah, because she prefers to think back on the rumors that she’s heard rather than listen to her daughter. She prefers to listen to Kristy rather than her own daughter, who is healthy and not into drugs, and tells her that everything is fine. And, still, everyone is going ABSOLUTELY INSANE!” You almost scream out the last words. The frustration inside of you had to get out in some way.
“You need to leave him.” Your father says, ignoring your words.
“And why should I do that?” You ask him, scoffing.
“Because your mother is right, Y/N. He is dangerous. Even you, yourself, admitted it in your version of the story. Rafe preferred to start a fight instead of talking it out with Aiden! Imagine when he has an argument with you!”
“He punched Aiden because Aiden called me whore!”
Before you even get to say anything else, your father responds, “Well, given how you are acting, maybe Aiden was right.”
The entrance hall of your home goes silent, and even your mother stops her sobs amid all the yelling. No one dares to speak, but your father does not seem to regret his words. He doesn’t try to correct himself or, as he usually does, admit he only spoke from a space of anger and frustration. You stay silent because you wait for him to say it, but he never does. Your father thinks you are a whore, all because of your relationship with Rafe.
Your mother doesn’t say anything, but her eyes find her husband’s. She doesn’t agree with him, but she doesn’t try to defend you. You are acting too differently for her to recognize you in your actions, but all these words were going too far.
“Maybe.” You tell your father, looking him in the eyes.
“What?”
“What?” You repeat, “Maybe Aiden was right. That’s what you said, why are you so surprised?” You shrug, “But since you agree with him that you have a whore of a daughter, and maybe a druggie as a future son-in-law, it's not that bad, right?” You spit your words, letting them escape your mouth, finally with no filter. “Just like I have an idiotic father and mother who prefer to believe strangers over their own daughter.”
Your father is fuming at your words. Only now that your words finally have a bite, and you aren't struggling to put a coherent sentence amid your tears. He has a problem with all that you’ve been saying, even if all you’re doing is repeating what they’ve said to you.
“Did you know that Aiden was the one who introduced me to alcohol, along with Kristy?” You tell them both, and then fixate on your mother, “Aiden also was the one who took my virginity and introduced me to unprotected relations…” You quote her. “The same Aiden that you both have known for years and has sat at your table.” You smile sarcastically, “That Aiden.”
And then your cheek stung, but you expected it.
“Get out of my house.” Your father says. His hand is hot from the impact.
You look into your mother’s wet eyes as your smile falls, and your own eyes plead to cry from the pain and humiliation of its form. You sniffle before you say, “Okay.”
(…)
The walking out wasn’t as smooth as you’d wanted it to be. You were still able to hear your mother gasp as you reached for the handle of the door, as if walking out of the house had been your idea all along. She didn’t stop you, physically or verbally. She let you go, but you still heard her project her worries to your father as soon as you closed the door behind you.
You hesitate on who to call. Rafe felt obvious, but he was also at the party. Rose already knew enough. You didn’t want to pull him away from the family hangout and ruin it any further. So, you thought about it a little more. You had Topper or Kelce, but they probably already got too drunk. As soon as Patty sent you a text asking where you’d gone, you didn’t hesitate to call instead of typing.
“Hey, where are you?” she asks, loudly, as if in a loud room. “I went outside for a bit and, when I came back to check on you, you were gone.”
“I’m at my house.” You tell her, holding in any of the tears.
“Oh, okay.” She says, finding the location weird, given how early the night still is.
“But I actually have to get out of here,” You try to explain, taking a deep breath to make sure you don’t make this any harder for yourself, “Could you come pick me up?”
“Sure,” She says, but her tone is thick with utter confusion. “Is everything alright?”
“I got kicked out.”
“Oh shit.”
“Yeah…” You sniffle and kick a little bit of gravel into the path before you. “So, could you come pick me up?”
“Yeah, yeah. Of course!” She says, loudly, almost as if snapping out of the shock, “I’m going to my car, now.”
“Thank you.”
“No need,” She says, “See you soon.”
You answer her before turning off the call, but your phone starts vibrating with another one right after. You expected it to be Patty, having found Rafe, or forgetting your address, but no. It’s actually Kristy. You have no idea why you thought she would stay away now.
You smooth down your dress, thanking the summer night for not having you shaking in the cold as you waited for your friend. Your breathing is shaky, but tears seem to have dried out completely by now. A miracle. It must be from dehydration.
The phone vibrates yet again from another call, but you deny it again when noticing that it is Kristy calling you yet again. What more could she have to say to you?
Hope rises in your chest every time a car drives by, expecting it to be Patty, who will finally drive you away from this house, where you can finally stop thinking about what went wrong.
You had to start thinking about your life. Your parents have always given you everything. They were going to pay for college and support you in whatever future you’d decide to have. And now, you’ll have nothing. No help. No support. You’re on your own. Could you even afford to go to college anymore?
A car slows down to a stop in front of your home, and you get ready to talk to Patty. But that isn’t Patty’s car.
Well, shit.
“Y/N, I am so sorry. For everything!” Her voice shouts out into the night, and you close your fists in pure irritation to see her again. “I never meant for it to go this far!” Kristy shouts as she gets out of the car.
You don’t answer her. You simply fish out your phone from your purse again and text a ‘Hurry up’ to Patty to keep yourself busy. Kristy doesn’t seem to have cared for your lack of attention, as she continues to walk in your direction and outstretches her hand, as if asking you to hold it. You can't even hold back your disgust once you notice it.
“I am so sorry,” Kristy says, now standing in front of you. “I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize it. I should’ve listened to you.”
Her hand tries to envelop yours, but you pull away quickly. “Don’t touch me.”
“Please, you have to hear me out. I was just so worried about you. I even tried to talk it out with your parents to calm them down, too.” She breathes out as if she ran to say this to you. “But they just wanted to leave and talk to you about it.”
You still don’t say anything.
“Let’s go inside and talk to them together.” She reaches for your hand again, and you take a step back. “We’ll figure this out together, okay? We’ve been best friends for so many years, we can’t just throw that away, right?”
“You already did.” You answer her, surprising her. “You did it as soon as we talked in your car, and only fortified it with whatever happened tonight.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is to me.” You tell her, “I haven’t been your friend since then. So, yes. We did throw that away.”
Your name escapes her lips in a pleading tone, and you almost slap her across the face when noticing tears forming in her eyes. She had to be joking. What reasons could she have to cry? In your face, specifically?
Another car comes to a stop in front of your home, and you sigh when you notice another right behind. Patty told Rafe. Great.
You start walking towards them, but Kristy seems not to really get what you told her, because she stays close behind. “We can fix this, still, Y/N.” Kristy says, “Let’s go inside, please. Let’s talk to your parents and sort this out.”
You look over your shoulder and see her turn around. You watch her as she starts knocking on your front door. All while Rafe, Patty, and Topper all start getting out of the cars, you begin to want to bury yourself in a literal hole. With this, the front door also opens, and you let out the biggest sigh. This could not have gotten worse.
You decide to keep on walking in the direction of the cars, and Kristy’s voice starts again, but now with your parents. It's all the same: apologies and trying to amend anything that she’s done. But the reality is that your parents are not focused on her or her words, but really on your back as you walk away, and the cars that are parked in front of their home.
“What the hell happened?” Rafe asks you as soon as you stand close enough, and his voice, though low, gets everyone’s attention.
“Got kicked out.” You say, surprising yourself with a shrug.
Your parents stand by the door with Kristy right in front of them. She tries to reach out to them, trying to hold onto your mother’s hand and rain down more apologies, just like you had listened to. Your mother’s hand is unmoving, even when Kristy’s hand goes around it. She tries to speak to her, but your mother’s eyes are focused on you only. She cannot hear what you’re saying to Rafe, who is still wearing his suit, and as he lays his hand on your shoulder. His own eyes haven’t lifted to face anyone else. They are stuck on you as you speak.
Patty and Topper also walk closer, almost covering you away from your parents’ gaze. Your father notices how Rafe’s expression twists multiple times throughout the sentences that you tell him. A mixture of anger and confusion all around. A girl he doesn’t recognize, Patty, wraps her arm around you and continues to listen to you in silence. All while Topper Thornton has brought his hands to his head, listening to you, frustrated, as he scrubs his hair.
“We can all fix this.” Kristy’s voice cuts through everyone’s trances, those who listen to you and those who are fixated on you from a distance. “This can all be fixed.”
Rafe lifts his gaze for the first time with her words and looks directly at her. He has no reaction, but Kristy still cannot find herself to meet his eye. Not after all of this. She holds onto your mother’s hand and squeezes it before facing her, with her smudged makeup and teary eyes.
Rafe looks away and down at you. Your parents notice that you seem to be calmer than when you were inside the house. At least, you didn’t seem to be violently crying as you once had done amidst the argument inside. Rafe says something to you that your mother cannot understand, and you only nod in response. Patty smooths her hand down your back in comfort, and Topper shares a look with her in complete shock. He never knew how bad this was.
Kristy looks between the two groups in despair, not knowing what to say or do. She lets go of your mother’s hand, making her realize she had been holding it this entire time, and decides to start walking towards you. Topper notices her first, and Patty right after. Patty looks Kristy dead in the eye, and it makes her stop walking.
“We should go,” Patty says to you before turning her head to face you.
“Where do I even go?” You ask her, and Kristy looks at you, noticing you are holding Rafe’s hand as you speak.
“Any of our houses.” Patty shrugs, and you look up at Rafe, who is looking down at you in silence. “Why don’t you stay with Rafe today, and I’ll get the spare room in my house ready? My parents are on a trip for a month.” Her hand rubs between your shoulders, and you nod.
“Is that okay?” You ask Rafe, as if he could ever say no to you.
He gives you a look that would’ve made you laugh any other day, but not this one. Rafe then pulls you over in the direction of the car, and Patty’s hand falls from your back, letting you walk away. Kristy, for the last time, tries to follow you before you leave for the Camerons’ home, but Patty steps in her way, stopping her.
“You’ve done enough today,” Patty tells her, as she listens to the car door closing on the passenger’s side. Rafe walks around the car to the driver’s seat, and Kristy follows him with her eyes.
“I have to tell her that I’m sorry.”
“It won’t do anything,” Patty tells her, almost letting out a groan when noticing that your parents are walking closer too.
“Let us speak to her.” Your mother says, right as Rafe’s car starts.
Patty opens her mouth to answer her, but she is walking in the direction of your, blacked out, window before she can even say anything. You look over at your mom, watching as she moves her hands to ask you to roll down the window. You don’t do it.
“Honey, please let me talk to you.” Your mother still says to the window, but you look away and say something to Rafe, which makes him drive away without you sharing a word.
Your mother sobs out loud as the car pulls off the driveway, and Patty looks over at Topper, who is in absolute shock at all that has happened.
What a hell of a night.
(…)
Waking up seems to have become easier after a few days in your new bed. It, obviously, doesn’t compare to your old one, but you have a sense that your body is finally getting accustomed to it. The lack of curtains, on the other hand, is what you think you'll never accept into this new home. It is absolutely ridiculous to be brought up from your slumber by what feels like a spotlight right in your face.
You stretch before bringing yourself to sit on the bed. Your hair already feels like a mess, and you haven’t even touched it. You let out a breath and bring your body up on your feet, forcing yourself into the bathroom.
You decide to take a shower and start getting yourself ready for the day, even without breakfast, which has been hard to stomach lately. You run over to the bedroom to get something quick and comfortable to put on, and decide on a dress, given that today will be hot.
When finally out of the bathroom and bedroom, you can hear voices from the TV in the kitchen. You talk in the direction of the voices and, in the room, you get Patty's attention right away. She had just been distracted by her phone while mixing something in a pan when you stepped into her field of view.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty!” Patty excitingly tells you, “How did you sleep?”
“Good,” You answer, leaving it short and sweet.
“Do you still love my lack of curtains?”
“Absolutely.” You give her the fakest smile ever, making her laugh out loud.
You walk over to the island, and Patty hands you a plate full of food. You thank her, and the room soon goes back to just the noise coming from the TV - some sort of podcast video Patty tends to listen to while she cooks. You don’t mind the noise. Nor do you mind Patty’s silence as she cooks. It only leaves you to think to yourself, or, better, not think at all about what truly wants to be brought forward into your mind and made into a real issue.
Everything just went down 4 days ago. It’s supposed to still be fresh and still make you want to cry your eyes out. You’re supposed to be okay with being upset about what happened. But you really can’t bring yourself to cry anymore.
“Where’s Rafe?” You ask Patty, making her look away from the pan.
“Gym, I think.” She shrugs, “Topper picked him up just an hour or two ago.”
You nod and go back to eating. Your phone sits right in front of you. You’ve made yourself block Kristy and many of the other girls by now, as your phone was becoming unusable by the number of notifications you’ve been getting. And now, your mother’s contact flashes on the screen, and you hesitate before you grab to answer it.
“Hello?” You say, as Patty turns around to notice what you’re doing. She stands still.
“Y/N.” Your mother says, “I need you to come grab your things as soon as possible. I need your room vacant by this afternoon.”
If you didn’t know your mother, this would’ve hurt more than a stake through the heart, but you know what she’s doing. She’s trying to rub at the wound, so you’ll go back home and tell her how right she was all along.
“Okay.” You tell her.
You could hear a pin drop with her following silence. You let yourself continue it for longer, getting yourself a mouthful of food while you’re at it. Once you swallow it, you speak again.
“I’ll make Rafe drive me there, we’ll go grab everything as soon as he’s back from the gym.”
There are a few seconds of silence.
“And when will that be?” she asks, suddenly. “I want to be out of the house when that happens.”
Dramatic.
“In-” You’re ready to say a random number, but the doorbell is heard from the front of Patty’s house, “In an hour, max.”
Patty walks out of the room to open the door for Rafe, Topper, and probably Kelce, and you take another bite from your food. Patty really does know how to cook.
“Alright.” Your mother says, dryly.
“Bye.” You say before ending the call.
The voices of the three, as you had assumed right, men fill the house all of a sudden, and you look over your shoulder to find Rafe walking into the kitchen, definitely looking for you. You smile at him and jump out of your seat. He leans down to get a kiss as soon as he’s close enough, and you continue smiling up at him.
“I need a favor.” You tell him.
(…)
You have been packing with Patty for the past hour, and you still feel like things are far from being all packed. Rafe came to be of no help at all. He helped in the first few minutes, finding much pleasure in looking through your things as you put them into bags and boxes, but now, as he says, he is bored. You’ve thrown 3 pillows at his face in this entire hour. With no regrets.
He keeps lying on your naked mattress, as you had decided to take the sheets off your bed while you were packing. His phone has been asking for battery for the past minutes, and he is seemingly close to closing his eyes and going to sleep. You don’t have it in you to force him back up. At least he will be quiet.
“Do you want to take these too?” Patty asks, pointing at the things on top of your desk.
“Yes, please.” You say, seated on the ground as you forced closed a bag of clothes.
Your wardrobe is empty, except for some boxes that you have no interest in taking with you, as well as the bedside tables. Your book stands are just halfway done, and all you can think about is how you are probably taking too long, and your parents might appear sooner or later.
“At what time did your parents say they would be back?” Patty asks, and you walk to your phone.
Your phone is on your bed, just beside Rafe, who opens his eyes as soon as you step closer. You try not to trip on your way to him and, as you reach for your phone, Rafe tries to caress you. You simply smack him away.
“In thirty minutes.” The text from your mother only said that you had less than two hours to pack everything. And then leave the key on the kitchen table.
Patty sighs and starts to throw your things with less care into the bags. You can’t judge her. You two have no more time, and it’s been long enough to start losing the patience you once had when you first got here. You look down at Rafe, who is burning a hole through your skull, and he pretends to close his eyes as if he’s going to sleep. You grab onto the pillow that hadn’t fallen onto the bed on your previous attack and hit him square in the face. Rafe gets startled, and you embarrassingly squeal as you try to get away from him before he grabs you.
Rafe refuses to get out of bed, so you get back to work in peace. It takes Patty a few more minutes to clear out the desk and the rest of the book stand, and then she announces that she needs to go to the bathroom really quickly. Right as the door closes, you grab the plastic hangar closest to you and throw it at Rafe.
“Why are you throwing things at me?” Rafe, with his male audacity, asks.
“Because you aren’t moving a single muscle, that’s why.” You tell him, sincerely. “Help me out. We’re almost done, anyway.”
He huffs out a breath with his dramatics and gets back up. You hand him the hangars, and he starts putting them down on the box as you collect them from the ground.
Right as you’re holding the box together so that Rafe can tape it closed, a sound interrupts your peace. It isn’t Patty getting out of the bathroom, or a notification on your phone. Nope, it was a door. More specifically, the front door.
Rafe looks directly at you when the door closes, and you take a breath. Everything will be fine, you tell yourself. Patty gets out of the bathroom with an expression that could only show that she, too, heard the front door. So, all of you get back to work without saying anything.
Whoever is in the house among you may not hear your voices as you work, but you three aren’t silent with packing, nor do you intend to. It’s better if they know you’re still here.
“Want me to take anything to the car, yet?” Rafe asks, hands on his hips.
“Yes, please.” You tell him, pointing at the boxes closest to the door. “Can you go with him, Patty?”
Patty nods at you, letting out a breath as if relieved from being free from the packing job, and they grab as many boxes as they can. Patty takes two boxes piled on top of each other before getting out of the room, and you help Rafe pile the second one as he already has a bag over his shoulder. A pink one too. He looks cute.
“Be right back.” He says before leaving the room.
You turn back to face the boxes and decide to finish up the tape first. At least, whenever they get back up here, they’ll be able to take more boxes and free up some space in the room. You grab Rafe’s phone to check the time, and you supposedly have 20 more minutes. Whoever just got home, got here early.
You kick the least fragile box of clothes closer to the door for easier grabbing and go back to the hangers, taping the box shut and kicking it away. You look around the room and start taking down your posters and whatever else is left on the walls.
Due to your complete concentration, you fail to realize that Rafe and Patty have come back to grab more boxes, and that, after they’re gone, someone now stands by your door. They wait for you to notice them, but with the back and forth of taking things down and shoving them into bags, you don’t even realize you’re being watched.
At some point, you zip up the small backpack and notice someone at the door. Naively, you assume it’s Rafe as he’s usually the fastest to come back for boxes, and Patty had just left, so you speak to him.
“Babe, could you just-” But it’s not Rafe. When you turn your head to hand Rafe the bag you want him to take down to the car, you find your mother instead. “Oh, hi.”
She doesn’t talk, at first. You watch as she takes in the room, absent of nearly all your belongings and having lost all the personality it once had.
“We’re almost done packing.” You clear up, “We’ll be done in like… 5-ish minutes.”
She still doesn’t say anything, but she steps into the room. Your eyes follow her as she moves, and then she simply takes a seat on your bed. Your naked bed. She notices the lack of clothing and runs her hands over it.
“I put the sheets in the hamper,” You try to get her to talk again. “Thought it would be easier for you to clean it after.”
Out of ideas on how to break your mother’s silence, you decide to continue your packing, letting her decide when she’d like to talk. You finish up quickly, and soon Rafe shows up at the door again. He opens his mouth to talk, but immediately shuts it when he notices your mom sitting on your bed. His widened eyes find you, making you the one to break the silence.
“Can you take these,” You point to the last boxes, “and these?” You hold two small bags in your hands.
Rafe doesn’t verbally answer. He just grabs everything and gives you a look before disappearing again. It was a look of caution, almost as if you are near some predator that is ready to bite you. You ignore it and take in the finally empty room.
You don’t let your eyes sting with tears. Not even when you think of how you slept most of your nights in this room. This was where you had the best sleepovers and late nights with friends. Gosh, even with Rafe. And now, it lies naked and cold. Something that makes you understand your mother’s sudden silence a bit too well.
You knew her bite over the phone was a fallacy. Her mask following arguments is always the same. Cold. Stoic. But they always crumble, and she’s always the first to apologize. Though you don’t think today will be it.
“I don’t agree with what your father did to you,” the slap, she means.
You don’t say anything.
“Nor what he called you.”
She lifts her eyes from the empty bed, finally, to you.
“But I want you to understand that we had worries before having any anger towards you.” She admits, with her voice low. “We don’t know Rafe. Nor do I think we wish to… Nor do we know his family all that well… But you need to understand that we were terrified when we first heard it.”
“I understand.”
Her silence makes you want to elaborate.
“I don’t agree with what happened. Nor do I believe I will forgive either of you.” You notice a flash of anger behind her eyes for a second, but it disappears quickly. “But I understand why you’d be scared. That’s why I wanted to be the one to tell you, and the one to ease you into it.” You let silence consume the room yet again before finishing with, “You don’t know Rafe. It’s fair that you’d be scared.”
“So, he isn’t what we’ve heard?” She challenges, though in a calm voice, almost sounding curious.
You hesitate to answer her, but then you remember. Your situation cannot get any worse, can it?
“He does drink, and he does party a lot.” You nod at her, and she’s focused on your every word. “I’ve seen him do drugs, too.” You admit, with little hesitation. “He has never coerced me into doing or drinking anything. And I don’t think I’ve ever really seen him actually drunk or high. Just…” You try to find a word, “dazed, I guess.”
The silence that follows is deafening, so you continue.
“I drink too, at parties.” You admit, “When I drink, he never drinks. And he always makes sure to drive me home, his or mine, and make sure I drink water before I go to sleep.” Your words surprise her, and she doesn't even hide it, so you continue. “He has fought a single person in front of me. Aiden, to be exact. And we got into a fight. And Rafe never fought again. Just like he promised.”
Your mother looks away to hide her surprise, which she is able to do by returning to her stoic and silent expression.
“He’s caring, and playful, and nice.” You keep going, “When he likes you.” You clarify with a short smile, which is evident in your tone. “And we didn’t start dating in the most romantic way possible. Nor did we go on a bunch of dates… we just… got together and enjoyed each other’s company too much to just… stop.”
You move towards the door, initiating your exit, but her eyes find you again.
“He loves me, Mom. He really does. He makes me feel safe and taken care of.” You admit with complete sincerity, “Since that fight after Aiden, he has never, ever, made me doubt him.”
She listens to you, and you can tell that she doesn’t believe you fully. But, in the very least, you’re happy that she is listening. This had been the speech that you had intended to tell her, calmly, if things had gone your way. You would’ve eased Rafe into her life, not forced him all in one go, like Kristy has done. Maybe you'd mention how he is when you tutor Wheezie, and how he helps you out so much with drives from his place to yours. Then, slowly, you would mention how he isn’t all that bad. Not anymore, at least. How nice he is to his sisters. How much of a clown he is with his friends. How gentle he is with you.
Rafe is someone you’ve grown out of a crush and have begun to love with your whole heart. You’d want your parents to love him, too.
“Where are you staying?” Your mother asks.
“Patricia’s house.” You explain, then prefer to actually say the location of the house on the island, and provide more specifics, “She has a vacant room. So, I’ll probably stay there until college.”
It will be less than three months of summer. You’ll be off the island before you even get used to your new house.
Your mother sighs while looking away, and you watch her in silence.
“I don’t feel ready to talk about the other night, yet.” Her eyes meet yours again, “As your mother, I know that I should. But a lot happened, and it doesn’t feel right yet to talk to you about it.”
“I agree.” You nod.
“Just…” She hesitates, “Know that your dad is regretful. He really is.” Your face must have shown your surprise, because she adds again, “He should’ve never done what he did. I made sure he knew that, too.”
You aren’t sure what to say, but you know this conversation is coming to a close.
“And… while we don’t get this over with,” she waves her hand between yourselves to symbolize your argument, “Just promise me…” Your eyes sting at her sudden tone of voice. It's soft. “Promise me that you’ll be safe.”
“I promise.” You say right away. “I promise, whole heartedly.”
“Good.” She nods before her eyes hit the floor again.
Silence comes back to haunt both of you, so you decide that it is time to leave. You don’t reach for her, even when your heart begs you to. You have always been close to your mom, and knowing that she has come to her senses… It makes you hopeful again.
“I’ll be going, then.” You announce, and she nods without looking at you.
And, with that, you go and, with a quick reach into your pocket, leave the house keys with her.
A/n.: Feel free to send me asks about literally anything: my plans regarding the following chapters (spoiler free, of course), where the hell i've been, etc. I've missed y'all <33333
rafe steps out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist and walking through to the bedroom. he glances over at you on the bed, seeing you’re distracted by your phone and then looks at himself in the mirror.
he fixes his wet hair, pushing it out of his eyes and catches a glimpse of his bicep glistening with the water droplets on his skin.
he flexes his bicep, smirking when he sees that they’ve gotten bigger since he started working out again.
he had started working out again only recently, literally only because he wanted you to look twice at him. not that you already don’t, he just wanted a little extra attention.
you pretend you don’t see him do this and make a mental note to mention how big his biceps look later on.
you were in the kitchen, making dinner when rafe comes in and sits at the island, his arms folding across his chest as he leans back and watches you.
you look up at him and smile, looking down at his arms then raising your eyebrows as if you’re shocked.
“your biceps look huge, baby…” you casually tell him, focusing your attention back on the food. his face lights up and he sits up straight.
“you think so?” he flexes them a little and looks down at them, a proud smile on his face. “i saw them earlier but i thought i was maybe just being delusional…” he murmurs thoughtfully, his eyebrows furrowed as he concentrates on his arms.
“no i think they look real good…” you nod, giving him a quick wink. his head drops down and he’s a blushing mess, scrubbing a hand over his flushed face.
for the rest of the night you make sure to let him see you glancing at them. you even place a few kisses on them when he wraps his arm around you when you guys settle in bed for the night.
he actually almost lets out a giggle when he feels you kiss his arm, so happy that his woman appreciates the work that he’s secretly doing for her.
his heart skips a beat at every glance or compliment and he nearly melts when he feels your lips press against his skin.
synopsis: y/n is sarah’s roommate and the embodiment of sunshine. rafe, on the other hand, is her complete opposite. when the boys place a bet that he can't win her over, rafe takes the challenge without hesitation. after all, he never backs down from a dare. the closer rafe gets to y/n, he finds himself drawn to her warmth in a way he never expected, and for the first time, he wants to be more than just the guy with a bad reputation.
but secrets don’t stay hidden for long, and when y/n finds out the truth, rafe is left to face the consequences. now, he has to prove that somewhere along the way, the bet stopped mattering, because losing her was never part of the plan.
masterlist
you woke up hazy, mascara smudged under your eyes and the taste of alcohol lingering on the tip of your tongue. your throat was dry, head hurting, but your brain, your brain was full of him.
the way he looked at you, the way he touched you, the way he kissed you. like a man who had been waiting to do it his whole life.
you groaned, rolling over onto your back, the ache of it all sitting heavy in your chest.
you knew it hadn’t just been the alcohol. you knew that. he’d meant it. you’d felt it in the way he looked at you after, soft, like he wanted to stay in that moment forever. worried, like he'd loose you if you looked away.
"she's awake!" sarah squealed from her bed, quickly getting up and plopping herself on your duvet. "soooo... you gonna tell me about last night?" sarah poked you teasingly.
"what is there to tell?" you replied, a blush forming on your cheeks.
she raised her eyebrows, "oh come ON y/n. we all saw you walk out with rafe. you're telling me nothing happened?"
"he kissed me." you whispered.
"shut. the. fuck. up." sarah almost screamed. "and you waited until now to tell me?"
"i just woke up!" you said in defensive.
"okay, okay, whatever. details. now. don’t leave out a single thing. start from the moment he found you. wait, what was he dressed as again?"
"ghostface," you muttered, covering your eyes with your arm, remembering how good he looked.
sarah laughed. "classic rafe. so, what was it like?"
you paused, lost in the thought of last night. "it felt, fuck i don't even know. different? good? the best kiss of my life?"
that shut her up for a second. "oh so now it's a thing thing."
"what does that even mean?" you sat up, worry setting in.
"i just mean, i don't think this was just a drunk kiss." she smiled at you.
"i don't think so either." you blinked, realisation setting in. "ughhhh," you threw yourself under the covers.
"don't ughhhh this." sarah said, tugging the duvet down, her voice gentle. "you like him, he likes you."
"i think he likes me," you mumbled, suddenly self-conscious. "but what if it was just... the party? what if he wakes up today and doesn’t even think twice about it?"
sarah gave you a look. "rafe followed you around all night in a ghostface costume. he's been chasing you since he met you. he is thinking twice about it. probably more than that."
you let out a small laugh, despite the bundle of nerves in your stomach. "okay, okay."
"i’m serious." she paused, her tone dropping. "just, be careful. i love my brother, but he hangs out with idiots."
you blinked at her. "what are you saying?"
"nothing!" she said quickly, hands up. "just, keep your eyes open. and if he hurts you, i’m siding with you."
you nodded slowly, laying back into the pillows, heart thudding all over again.
just as your heart started slowing down, your phone buzzed beside you.
"well i guess i'm going on a date tonight." you spoke, an involuntary smile escaping your lips.
"are you fucking with me." sarah jumped up and grabbed your phone. "oh my god. rafe sent this? this is real?" her eyes widening as she read.
"yes it's real. stop making it a bigger thing." you snatched your phone back.
"it is a big thing y/n!" sarah grinned, "he's never like this. he doesn't do dates. he does, 'you up?' texts."
"oh great, how reassuring." you replied sarcastically.
she laughed. "no, i mean it’s different. he’s different with you."
you didn’t say anything, but you didn’t need to. you knew she was right. he was different.
*
a few hours had passed, you'd had your everything shower, shaved, hair washed, and now your room was a mess.
dresses were scattered across your bed, hangers on the floor, and a growing pile of 'absolutely not' options covered your desk chair. you stood in front of the mirror in yet another outfit, turning slightly to the side, frowning.
"try this," sarah threw you an outfit from her wardrobe, being so patient during all your stressing.
you took it from her, a beautiful black midi dress that fitted you in all the right places.
"yep. that's the one." sarah stood up, fixing your curls and turning you to the mirror. you looked good. you felt good.
"is this too try hard? is this too much?" you paused, nerves buzzing in your chest.
"no, y/n." she looked you right in the eye, "you look like the hottest girl rafe's ever gonna see."
you took a deep breath, "okay. let's do this."
as if on cue, you felt your phone buzz in your hands.
your stomach flipped. you grabbed your purse and looked in the mirror one last time.
"okay. i'm going," you said, mostly to yourself.
"you look beautiful. have the best time!" sarah called out behind you as you let your dorm door shut.
rafe was leaning against the lamp post, flowers in his hand.
fucking flowers.
he looked up the moment he heard the door open and did a double take, straightening up.
"hey," you greeted softly.
"hi," he breathed out. "you look…"
your eyes narrowed in amusement. "careful, cameron. choose your words wisely."
he smirked, stepping forward to hand you the flowers. "beautiful. you look so beautiful."
you took them, the blush creeping up your neck before you could stop it. "and you’re laying it on thick tonight."
"flowers too much?" he said, reaching for your hand.
"it's a nice touch. an unexpected touch none the less." you replied, letting him take it.
"i'm full of surprises."
"clearly. you gonna tell me where we're going?"
rafe’s fingers tightened slightly around yours, that same quiet confidence tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"nope."
you raised an eyebrow. "seriously?"
"i just said i'm full of surprises." you let him gently lead you along the now quiet street. "and no. it's not a party."
"i never said it was."
"i actually thought this through." he spoke, almost too quietly.
you glanced over at him. "so, how many girls have you brought to this surprise location?"
he shot you a look, but the corners of his mouth twitched. "don’t do that."
"do what?" you said, slightly surprised at his defensive reaction.
"pretend like this isn’t a big deal for me," he replied.
your heart fluttered. god. he said things like that so casually. like it wasn’t terrifying.
"okay," you said softly. "then i'll stop pretending."
he didn’t look at you, but you saw the way his jaw relaxed.
a few minutes later, you'd walked into a secluded area, one you hadn't seen before.
your turned to him, "what is this?"
"you’ll see," rafe said, leading you further down the path.
you saw it, a little deck overlooking the lake. a blanket already laid out, dim candles glistening and two takeout pizza boxes in the centre.
you blinked. "you picnicked?"
"technically i takeout-picnicked," rafe corrected. "but yeah. i panicked. i didn't have time for the whole thing." you could hear him starting to stress, "is this okay?"
you looked at him, "you did this for me?"
"don’t flatter yourself," he teased. "i like the view. come here when i need time to myself."
you rolled your eyes, but your cheeks hurt from smiling. he gestured for you to sit and then joined you on the blanket, leaning back on one arm as you both opened the boxes.
"no one's done something like this for me before." you admitted.
he looked over at you, that same softness from the night before in his eyes. "i wanted to do it right."
you looked away, suddenly overwhelmed. not just by the candles, or the lake, or the goddamn flowers, but by him. by how good he was being. how easy it was to fall into this version of him.
"well," you cleared your throat. "you’re off to a dangerously good start."
rafe leaned forward, "so what i'm hearing is there’ll be a second date?"
you didn’t answer. just took a bite of pizza.
he watched you for a second, then laughed quietly. "i’ll take that as a yes."
it was quiet for a few moments, comfortable. the soft sounds of leaves, water lapping somewhere below.
then rafe’s voice, low, "do you believe people can change?"
you looked at him, surprised by the question.
"i think," you said slowly, "people can change. but most of them choose not to."
his eyes stayed on the lake. "and if they want to?"
"then they’ll show you," you replied. "prove it."
his jaw twitched. "fair."
you tilted your head, narrowing your eyes at him. "why’d you ask?"
he shrugged, but it felt like a question he'd been thinking all night. "just wondering."
before you could push more, his phone buzzed beside him. he glanced at it. locked the screen fast and turned it over.
but not before you caught a glimpse of the name: topper.
his whole vibe shifted for half a second. shoulders tense, smile thinner.
you didn’t say anything. just watched as he tried to pretend everything was fine.
he cleared his throat and looked at you again, "so, you like the pizza?"
"are you deflecting?"
his brows lifted. "me? never."
you leaned back on your elbows, gaze fixed on him. he was trying to play it off, but you saw the way his fingers twitched, the way his eyes didn’t quite meet yours.
something about that name, topper, lingered in the air between you.
you knew the reputation. you knew what kind of people rafe keep close.
but tonight, he’d brought you here. so, you let it go.
for now.
"i like the pizza," you said eventually. "and the candles. and the deck. and you, kind of."
he looked over, the tension in his jaw easing instantly. "kind of?"
"don’t push it."
he laughed, the real kind, head back, grin wide. and just like that, the mood softened again. like it hadn’t cracked at all.
but it had. and the uneasy feeling lingered.
a/n: another long ish chapter! hope you guys are enjoying <333 rafe trying to sus out if he'll be forgiven lollll
synopsis: y/n is sarah’s roommate and the embodiment of sunshine. rafe, on the other hand, is her complete opposite. when the boys place a bet that he can't win her over, rafe takes the challenge without hesitation. after all, he never backs down from a dare. the closer rafe gets to y/n, he finds himself drawn to her warmth in a way he never expected, and for the first time, he wants to be more than just the guy with a bad reputation.
but secrets don’t stay hidden for long, and when y/n finds out the truth, rafe is left to face the consequences. now, he has to prove that somewhere along the way, the bet stopped mattering, because losing her was never part of the plan.
masterlist
cw: language, alcohol
the party was in full swing, the house covered head to toe in decorations and people all out in costumes.
you and the girls walked in arms linked, but your eyes scanned the room casually. as if you weren't immediately looking for rafe.
you spotted topper first, wearing a half arsed firefighter costume and a beer in hand. kelce was nearby, laughing with some zeta girls, dressed in a vampire outfit.
and then, by the kitchen, rafe.
wearing a ghostface costume, you almost couldn't contain yourself. he looked good. too good.
your stomach twisted.
he hadn’t seen you yet. maybe it was better that way.
you turned back toward your friends, trying to melt into the crowd, but then-
"y/n?"
his voice, behind you.
you froze, then turned slowly.
and there he was, standing a few feet away from the dance floor, tongue wetting his lips as his eyes swept over you.
"holy shit," rafe muttered. "you look…"
you raised an eyebrow, "careful. your wife might get jealous."
he didn’t laugh. not really. just took a slow step closer.
"she’s not my-" he cut himself off, shaking his head. "you look amazing."
"and you're ghostface. how original." you teased him.
"what, you don't like it?" he clutched his chest in fake offence, but you only rolled your eyes.
a relaxed silence fell between you two, in which you noticed the rest of the girls had left you alone with rafe. bitches you thought to yourself.
"can i get you a drink?" he asked sincerely.
"depends what you're going to get me."
"whatever you want sunshine."
"a rum and coke please mr ghostface." you replied, a small blush rising on your cheeks.
"coming right up.' he gave your shoulder a small squeeze as if to say 'stay right here' and disappeared further into the kitchen to make your drink.
as you pulled out a bar stall, a topless policeman came up behind you.
"looking good y/n."
you turned to face him, "jj?" you blinked, doing a double take.
he grinned, running a hand through his messy blond hair, fake badge glittering under the led lights. "what do you think? hot cop or not enough commitment?"
you laughed despite yourself, shaking your head. "you’re missing literally every part of the uniform except the handcuffs."
he smirked. "they're in my back pocket. you know, just in case."
"why am i not surprised." you laughed with him.
"you waiting on someone?" he asked, leaning on the counter beside you.
before you could answer, rafe came back into the room holding your drink and one for himself.
"ah, i see." jj spoke, slowly standing to leave you two it.
"can i help you jj?" rafe spoke with a possessive tone.
"nah bro i was just leaving. talk to ya soon y/n." jj gave you an awkward side hug before walking out.
you raised an eyebrow at rafe as he handed you the rum and coke.
"jealous?"
"no." rafe muttered, jaw clenched.
you sipped slowly as you studied him. "you sure? because that felt pretty territorial."
"just didn’t like the way he was looking at you," he said, stepping a little closer.
"we’re just friends," you said softly, reaching out to grab his hand before quickly pulling away. rafe noticed and swiftly pulled your hand back, tracing small circles on your wrist.
"i really like your outfit," he whispered, nudging your cat ears.
"i like yours too," you mumbled, his intense stare making you feel nervous. "except i'd like it better if you kept the mask on."
"wow. you really hate looking at my face that much?" rafe laughed, eyes never leaving yours.
you tilted your head, giving him a sweet, slow smile. "it’s not that," you teased. "it’s just… you’re less distracting when your face is covered." a surge of confidence taking over.
rafe raised an eyebrow, lips twitching. "you find me distracting?"
you took another sip of your drink, ignoring the flutter in your chest.
"you’re in a stupid outfit and still manage to be annoying. that’s a talent."
he leaned closer, close enough now that you had to tilt your head to look at him. "you calling me annoying, sunshine, or are you trying to admit you like looking at me?"
you rolled your eyes. "don’t flatter yourself." but your voice was lighter than you wanted it to be.
the music shifted, pulsing louder from the other room, the familiar beat of 'come as you are' started playing. “i love this song!” you turned to rafe, finishing the drink in your hand and pulling him up.
he didn’t stop you, just fell into step beside you as you pushed through the crowd back toward the living room where everyone was dancing. the soft lights glowed across his face as he followed, his jaw tight, eyes unreadable.
"you gonna dance?" you asked, tossing a look over your shoulder.
“only if it’s with you.” he pulled you in.
you laughed, letting your hands rest on his shoulders as his slid to your waist. hips starting to move a little with the rhythm. the warmth from the alcohol was finally catching up to you, softening the edge of your nerves.
your heart was racing. the way his fingers gripped you tighter, the way his gaze kept dropping to your lips like he was fighting something. he pulled you in closer, skin touching and bodies pressing.
you tried to keep your eyes anywhere but his mouth, but it was impossible. especially when he leaned in, voice just above the music. "you always dance like this? or just with me?"
you tilted your head, smirking. "if i say just with you, is your ego gonna inflate?"
"already has," he murmured, turning you around so you were pulled flushed against his chest. you could feel the heat radiating off him, his hands gripping your body like he couldn’t help it.
his fingers slid under the hem of your top, just barely. warm and confident and like he belonged there.
you should’ve pulled away. made a joke. changed the subject.
but you didn’t.
"i can feel you staring," you whispered, turning your neck to look at him.
"i know." his voice was low, rougher now.
you turned fully to look up at him. neither of you looked away. your faces were inches apart, breath mixing in the tiny space between. his hand was still on your waist. yours curled in the fabric of his shirt.
"fuck this," he muttered suddenly.
you blinked. "what?"
"come with me." he pulled back slightly, already lacing his fingers with yours. "just for a minute."
you hesitated, but allowed him to drag you through the heavy crowd of people.
he led you out the back door into the cool night air, no one else around but you two.
the noise dulled the second the door shut behind you. it was quieter out here, besides the heavy breathing of the two of you.
rafe stopped by one of the trees, letting your hands drop, reluctantly, you noticed, and looked at you for a second like he wasn’t sure where to start.
"needed needed some fresh air?" you asked, worry rising.
he laughed under his breath, shaking his head. "no. needed to stop pretending like i wasn’t gonna kiss you."
your breath caught.
"so dramatic," you whispered, but your heart was thudding so loud you were sure he could hear it.
"maybe." he stepped in again, slower this time. deliberate.
his hands found your waist like he’d been there before, like he knew every curve of it.
his voice was barely a whisper now. his eyes locked on yours. "you want me to back off?"
you didn’t say anything. you just leaned in.
it started of gentle, testing the waters. but as soon as a small gasp left your lips and your hand curled around the back of his neck, that was it.
his lips pressed harder against yours, all hesitation gone. he tasted like alcohol and something darker. he tasted like him.
your back hit the tree behind you before you even registered that he'd stepped forward again, chest flush against yours, hand slipping to your jaw.
you weren’t sure who made the sound, him or you, but your lips parted again, deeper this time, more desperate. like neither of you wanted to come up for air. like this had been building for too long and it was finally breaking.
his thumb brushed your cheek, and his other hand gripped your hip. "fuck," he muttered against your mouth, pulling back just enough to look at you. "been wanting to do that since the second i saw you tonight."
you blinked up at him, breathless, lips still tingling. "just tonight?"
his grin was lazy. dangerous. "don’t push it, sunshine. you know the answer already." he kept his forehead pressed to yours. "i've been losing my mind over you," he murmured.
you looked up at him, lips swollen, eyes searching. "so have i."
and rafe smiled, really smiled, before pulling you in again. slower this time, savouring your taste, hands sliding over your body.
the party felt a million miles away. it was just the two of you, hearts racing, lips colliding, unsaid sentences lost in the small space between your lips.
a/n: holllyyyy shit i am back!!! and with a bang if i do say so myself...
anyway notice the queer reference in here hehehe
hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i did writing it!!! thank u for always waiting for me and being so supportive. love u guys
