Reserved for her.
- Pairing: angel!reader x frat!rafe
- Summary: Rafe always leaves the girl he’s with for you.
It was another Friday night house party at Tannyhill, place so packed you could hear the conversations from outside. Which is where you found yourself hours after the party started.
At first, you didn’t plan on attending. Some lame excuse about needing to study, but Rafe always knew how to convince you. Despite it was being twelve in the morning when you dragged yourself over to his place, it was nothing unusual for you to find yourself in these types of situations due to Rafe.
When you walked in you were immediately hit chest to chest with strangers, rolling your eyes and deeply regretting your lack of confidence when you told Rafe you weren’t going to his party tonight.
Over with Rafe, he’s currently sucking face with some random chick that glued herself to his side an hour ago. Her skirts bunched up in his hand while she’s straddling him like a barstool. Rafe pulls away to breathe, already smirking and running his hands up the blonde's sides.
“Shitttt… you been on me all night, baby girl.”
“Lemme get your number real quick, yeah?”
He's fucking around with her, not really paying attention because this entire party, part of his mind has been elsewhere. That’s when he sees it, shiny curls, and a white bow is more than enough for him to be pushing the girl off his lap.
She started off sweet. “Okay, yeah. my number is—”
“Shit, my bad— I gotta go do somethin’.”
He left the girl blinking, already grabbing you by the hips.
“Hey, angel. You made it.” He grins slightly, hands loose on you because he knows he’s got you for the rest of the night.
You sigh but don’t do much to reject his touch. “You’re lucky i’m here, cameron. it’s late and i’d much rather—”
“I know.” He cuts you off with a roll of his eyes, tugging you closer.
“You’d rather spend your time reading your little books and in your weird slippery pajamas. I get it. But you’re already here, so have some fun, yeah?”
“They’re called silk.”
He just nods, presses his lips into a soft smile and pretends to care. “Let’s get you a drink, Brady made this sick punch. You can’t even taste the alcohol in this shit.”
You slightly cringe because he tells you this like he expects you to share the same joy he finds in it. You’ll have a cup, or two, just to relax. So when he pours you your first, and he watches you drink every sip? You already know what kind of night this is gonna be.
An hour later and you’re draped across Rafes lap, a second cup of Brady’s Rad Red Punch already staining your lips. Your eyes are dazed but thankfully still aware and Rafe has one hand on your waist and the other on your upper back, having tugged you around with him since you got here.
“This party would’ve been so shit without you, baby.” He hissed like if he thought about it it’d hurt him. You just hum and nod, cause yeah, you like knowing he depends on your presence. That’s why you instinctively turn when you feel Rafes hands loosen on you.
It’s the girl he was kissing earlier. She looked angry and annoyed, already crossing her arms with her hip popped to the side as she tapped her foot.
“Who the hell is she, Rafe? You told me you’d be back and you just left me!” Rafe stared as he honestly forgot all about earlier, he didn’t mean too. He just got caught up.
“First of all relax.” He starts.
“I didn’t tell you shit, all I said was that I had to go do somethin’ real fast.”
“Leaving me for the rest of the night isn’t exactly fast, Rafe. We were also in the middle of a conversation so you still should’ve came back to me.”
“Well I clearly didn’t want to. Take the fuckin’ hint already, damn.” He groaned and rolled his eyes, shifting you on his lap while you sat and observed. In the result of his shift, he brought the girls attention back to you.
“And for what? For this? We were just making out—”
“I don’t owe you shit, if i wanna leave you for my girl. Ima leave you for my girl.”
She laughs and furrows her eyebrows. “Your girl? Since when are you two dating?”
He shrugs then tightens his grip on you. “Nah. We’re not datin’ or nothin’ she’s just my girl.”
The girl is quick to roll her eyes and scoff. “Whatever, I don’t need this weird shit.”
Rafe smiles and waves her off, putting his attention back on you.
“What was that?”
“Some chick I was with earlier.” He says, not giving the full details of “all i did was make out with her for two hours without knowing her name”. Knowing Rafe you don’t even have to ask that he probably deserved how the girl was talking to him.
“Sure.”
He flashes you that same grin he gave you when you got here.
“Heyyy, what’s that tone for, huh? cmon.”
You laugh and shake your head.
“Cmere, you know you’re my girl.”
You do know, so he pulls you in for a kiss, and you let him because it’s all smiles and laughs between kisses. The kind of kisses he’s reserved only for you.
©angelletters (do not share my work on other platforms, do not turn my work into ai bots, do not steal my work nor my theme. inspiration is always welcome, you do not have to credit if you do take inspiration from me but it’s always appreciated.)
- Word count: 905
- Divider credits: @cursed-carmine
- Reblog from angelletters (original creator)
- Authors note: First fanfic post 🥹. Please please please give me some tips to help me improve my writing. It’s just an idea that came to me so this is really random and not thought out lol.