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I just know frat boy Rafe would be the most toxic bitch you’ve ever dated.
༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ being Rafe Cameron’s girlfriend ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚
*it is my first time writing any kind of smut so i know the writing gets messy at the end just bare with me im trying to get better!*
No one could get into your head quite like Rafe Cameron could.
That was the thing about him. It wasn’t just his temper. It wasn’t just the jealousy or the way he could go from perfectly calm to furious in seconds. It was the way he could make you question yourself.
Like right now.
All because you waved at some guy you knew. That was it. A small smile. A little wave across the room. Something completely innocent.
But Rafe saw it. Of course he did. Rafe always saw everything when it came to you.
And the second you got back to him, you could already tell something was wrong.
“What?” you ask softly.
He looks at you, almost amused.
“What?”
“You’re doing that thing.”
“What thing?”
“The thing where you act like nothing’s wrong when something is.”
He lets out a quiet laugh and shakes his head.
“See? You already think you know everything.”
You frown.
“I’m just asking”
“No, you’re not.”
Your eyebrows pull together.
“Rafe, what are you talking about?”
He looks away, jaw tightening.
“Nothing. Go ask your new friend.”
Your face drops.
“What?”
“Don’t act clueless.”
“I’m not acting clueless.”
And there it is. That look.
That little smile like he’s caught you doing something.
“You always do that.”
“Do what?”
“Play innocent.”
Your stomach twists.
“Rafe, I literally just waved at him.”
“Yeah. You did.”
“Because I know him.”
“Okay.”
The way he says it makes you feel like you’re missing something.
Like there’s some obvious thing everyone else understands except you.
“I didn’t do anything wrong.”
Rafe looks at you for a long moment.
Then he shakes his head.
“You really believe that, don’t you?”
Your chest tightens.
“Believe what?”
“That you have no idea what you’re doing.”
You stare at him. Because that’s the part that always gets to you.
The way he makes you feel like you’re some clueless little girl who doesn’t understand her own actions. Like you’re secretly playing some game you don’t even know you’re playing.
“I was just being nice.”
“Yeah, that’s what you always say”
“Because it’s true.”
“Sure.”
The word makes your eyes sting.
Because Rafe doesn’t have to yell.
He doesn’t have to call you names.
He just says things in that calm, certain way that makes you start replaying everything in your head.
Was your smile too big?
Did you look too happy?
Did you accidentally give the wrong impression?
“You’re upset because I said hi to someone?”
“I’m upset because you act like you don’t know how people see you.”
You blink.
“What does that mean?”
He steps closer.
“It means you walk around acting all sweet and innocent, like you don’t notice how people look at you.”
Your cheeks heat.
“Rafe…”
“No, I’m serious.”
His eyes stay on yours.
“You do that thing where you look at people with those big fuck me eyes and pretend you have no idea what you’re doing.”
Your expression changes you feel like a kicked deer.
Because he takes the thing everyone loves about you — the softness, the innocence — and makes it feel like something you should apologize for.
By the time the argument is over, you don’t even know what you’re defending anymore.
You’re not angry. You’re not even trying to prove he’s wrong. You’re just tired.
“I wasn’t trying to make you mad,” you whisper.
And that’s when everything changes.
The anger disappears. The accusations disappear.
Suddenly Rafe is the one reaching for you.
“Hey.”
You look away, wiping at your eyes.
“Don’t cry”
And it’s almost cruel how easily he switches.
Because now he’s gentle. Now he’s comforting you. Now he’s acting like he’s the one trying to fix the situation.
Like he wasn’t the reason you ended up feeling this way in the first place.
And that was the most confusing thing about Rafe Cameron.
He could make you feel like you were losing your mind then make you feel like he was the only person who could calm you down.
He hugs you, chin resting on the top of your head, hand stroking your back.
“Hey you know I’m just trying to protect you”
You bury your face into his chest not really feeling like talking anymore. He sighs and continues
“Your just so clueless sometimes. You gotta trust me cause I know better okay?”
You just sniffle and weakly nod against him.
He pulls back ducking his head a little to see your little face. You look up at him with pouty lips and teary eyes.
He tounges at his cheek.
“Hey let me make it all better okay?” He says voice dropping an octave.
You know what that means. Despite not being in the mood after how hurt he made you feel you shyly nod not wanting to make him anymore upset.
“Atta girl”
The fight is long forgotten once Rafe has you face down in your fluffy pillow and pink sheets while he pounds the absolute shit out of you.
“Gonna talk back now you fucking little girl? Huh?” He says driving his cock harder into you as if it would engrave the words into your mind.
You feel your head get all fuzzy as his pace gets rougher and all you can do is let out a broken little whine.
He doesn’t know if it’s the coke he snorted that morning or the power trip he gets around you but that answer doesn’t satisfy him.
He wraps a strong arm around your neck holding you up in a headlock.
“Huh? Use your words” he squeezes the headlock and hits that goey spot inside you that makes you see stars.
You whine out a “no! n-not gonna mfp t-talk back…”
The thought of yelling at you to call him daddy crossed his mind, and he would have acted on it if you didn’t let out another pathetic broken sound that pulled at his heart strings.
He could see your shaky hands twitching next to you to push at him to go slower, to protect your little cervix that’s most definitely getting bruised. And he could feel the tears dripping onto his bicep holding you up.
He could tell you were trying real hard to be a good girl for him.
So instead he just places a kiss on the back of your head and moves his hands to your waist to hold you down as he felt his high coming.
“Alright honey why don’t you come so I can fill you up”
He speeds up feeling you clench around him and let out a squeak as you gushed around him leaving a creamy ring around the base.
He groans at the sight and gives a few more rough hard thrusts before burying to the hilt and filling you up.
Rafe Cameron droves you fucking insane.
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