𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙤 | 𝙣𝙤, 𝙞'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨
pairing: bsf!rafe cameron x bear!reader
summary: the "summer kickoff" at topper's doesn't really go as planned, not when you looked as good as you did and rafe had no intentions of sharing you.
warnings: swearing, drinking, and suggestive content.
song: forever ever - trippie redd
socials chapter one → chapter two → socials chapter two
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the drive to topper's felt longer than usual. it was filled with an unfamiliar silence and lingering glances that lasted a few seconds too long. not even the music playing was helping. you had to roll your window down, feeling the tension start to suffocate you slowly but surely.
when you finally got there, rafe lead you through the crowded house, his right hand on the small of your back. his height made it pretty easy for him to spot his friends, guiding you over to the guys.
"there goes the dynamic duo" topper cheers the moment his eyes land on you.
"hi top" you smiled, playfully rolling your eyes.
topper's eyes found their way to rafe's arm around your waist, smirking to himself. kelce's gaze, on the other hand, lingers on your cleavage for a moment too long for rafe's liking. when he finally looked up he was met with rafe's cold gaze.
"what's up" rafe mumbled, reaching around you to dap them up with his other hand.
"where's nora at?" topper asked you, glancing around to make sure he didn't miss her.
"she got caught up with things, she'll be back tomorrow though" you reassure.
rafe gave topper a look from behind you.
"let me get a few drinks in her first before you start interrogating her" rafe shot, grabbing your waist and pulling you away.
"go deal with your girl" topper waved off, obviously tipsy by this point.
"how many drinks do you think he's had?" you called to rafe as he walked you guys through the crowd.
"too many, that's for sure" he chuckled.
despite rafe's previous statement, you weren't much of a drinker. you would take sips of whatever he was drinking whenever you were together. occasionally, with the girls, you would actually have a drink but that was rare. why did you need your own drink when you had rafe?
he had pretty good taste too, always making it just the right way for you.
he took a few sips of his concoction before passing it off to you so you could take a sip. he watched for your reaction.
"yeah? alright, baby" he nodded.
the house was buzzing with warm bodes and desperate energies. the music thumped through the walls, making the liquid in everyone's cups shift. red solo cups littered the house, even in the most peculiar places.
rafe was pressed against you the whole time, his arm wrapped around your waist. his hands felt cold against your warm skin. like fire and ice. his thumb kept slipping under your top, rubbing small, cooling circles directly onto your melting skin.
you were usually glued to rafe's side, it had basically become a second nature to the both of you. this time somehow felt different though. rafe never let you out of his sight, keeping a hand on you at all times. an unusually comforting feeling settled within you at this.
again, rafe never let you out of his sight. not unless he absolutely had to, which was right now.
you waited outside of the bathroom, leaning against the door while rafe was inside. you took a sip out of your, well, his cup and looked around.
there were plenty of familiar faces here, mostly people you knew through rafe. they all gave you polite smiles, but it was clear they only did so because of him. you stood within your little bubble, the few friends you had were all you needed. you were cool with sarah, john b, and that group but you weren't really apart of that group.
outer banks never really felt like yours, not until rafe. rafe walked around like he owned the outer banks because he basically did. no one ever really paid you much attention, unless rafe was there too. all of the guys were too scared to mumble a word to you, because of rafe. the girls were too jealous to entertain you, because of rafe.
it was like everyone had already been assigned their place, yours included. everyone knew you were off limits - everyone from the outer banks, at least.
you looked up and saw a tall, curly-headed guy approaching you. he had almond-shaped brown eyes that slightly hooded. curly pieces of the brunette's hair fell in his eyes a bit. a strong jawline and high cheekbones complimented his face nicely.
"oh, no i'm just waiting for my friend to come out" you shook your head.
he nodded and stood next to you, leaning against the wall. he was tall, like the same height as rafe. you could tell he worked out, he had that sleeper build thing that guys were always talking about needing. tattoos littered his light skin, you made out a snake on his wrist.
"you live here?" he asked, glancing over at you.
"mhm" you nodded. "i'm assuming you don't?"
"no, what gave me away?" he chuckled, making you do the same.
"this conversation, no one here really does this" you answered.
"yeah, i've noticed you guys are kind of stuck up here"
"well, half of you guys and the exception of you" he corrected, giving you a smile.
"what are you doing here?"
"visiting a friend, i'm only here for a few days before i head back to new york" he told you.
"really? one of my best friends lives over there too, she's coming back tomorrow" you smiled.
"someone's excited, huh?" he teased, turning to face you now. "i'm cole"
"ready to go?" you heard from behind you, feeling rafe's arm wrap around your waist.
you didn't have to look at him to pick up on the tension that now surrounded you three. you hadn't even heard the bathroom door open to begin with but you didn't need to, rafe made his presence known.
"i'm rafe" rafe added, sticking his hand out to cole. cole gave him a polite, confused smile, shaking his hand.
"nice to meet you dude" he nodded. "i'm just visiting a friend"
"yeah, i can tell. everyone else from the island knows better" he said, chuckling as he said that last part. it wasn't just a chuckle though, it had an edge to it. it was as if it was a warning.
you flashed him an apologetic smile, knowing the mind games rafe was playing with him. rafe loved a good game of mental warfare, especially with another guy, especially when it came to you.
"thank you for keeping my girl company, cole" he said before guiding you away.
"what was that about?" you asked, looking back at him as he pulled you away.
"what do you mean, baby? 'was just being nice" he said, giving a smirk and kissing your cheek.
he didn't give you a chance to respond, leading you back over to the guys. they exchanged knowing looks, seeing the interaction go down from a distance. his distraction doesn't keep you from bringing up a question in your mind, one that you force yourself to ignore.
for the rest of night rafe made sure not to let you out of his sight. he had you perched on his lap while he sat on the couch. you watched topper and kelce wrestle, arguing over some stupid golf thing. rafe handed you his cup occasionally, letting you take a few sips out of it until you felt your skin feel warm for reasons other than rafe.
"come on baby, lets go dance" he said, tapping your thigh and getting up with you in his grasp.
"you don't like dancing" you pointed out.
"no, but you do and i dragged you here so i owe you a dance" he said, guiding you over to the crowd of people.
as rafe led you toward the makeshift dance floor, you felt the bass of the music vibrating through your chest. the crowd was shifting, bodies moving in sync with the rhythm, but you couldn't shake the feeling that rafe’s presence was the one thing that kept you grounded.
he was standing by the door now, still talking with his friend, but his gaze found you across the room. it wasn’t just a glance. his eyes lingered a little too long, and even in the dim light, you could feel the heat of his stare. the attraction was unmistakable. you shifted on your feet, trying to ignore the fluttering in your chest, but rafe seemed to notice instantly. he noticed because that was the same effect he had on you, it was his effect.
"watch where you're going baby" he muttered, his fingers digging into your hip in a way that wasn’t so subtle.
if he were anyone else, you would've noticed it. the way he pressed against you a bit harder, the way his grip on you tightened. he wasn't the best at hiding his emotions, especially not this one. he had fought for attention his whole life, he'd be damned if he started doing it with you too.
he didn’t say anything, but the slight tension in his posture, the way he positioned you—his hand resting possessively on your waist, fingers brushing against your side as you moved together—a silent claim.
you tried to focus on the music, but every time your eyes wandered, they found cole. he was still near the door, his conversation with his friend looking like it was coming to an end. his eyes flicked toward you for just a moment too long. it wasn’t obvious to anyone else, but it was to rafe.
"you good?" he asked, almost accusatory.
he spun you around when he got you where he wanted you, looking down at you with those blue eyes you adored. tonight they had a bit of a darker blue in them, his pupils slightly dilated. you assumed it was from the alcohol, yours probably looked the same.
"yeah, i'm fine" you muttered.
you felt something shift in the air. there's a brief, fleeting moment of silence between you two but nothing about it is really silent.
"yeah? so why does that pretty face of yours have a pout on it?" he asked, his hand closed around your cheeks while his thumb slide over your bottom lip.
the tone in his voice, there's something in his voice that makes your stomach flutter in a way you can’t explain. it’s not just concern; it’s possessiveness. he’s watching you like you're the only thing in the room, and that gaze is starting to burn through you
he catches himself, pausing in his action before retraction his hand.
"your lip gloss had smudged" he muttered.
"thanks" you said quietly.
you started to get bored of the party and he could tell. when you got tired of dancing, you situated yourself in his lap but boredom start to nibble away at your mind. your eyes kept wandering, unable to be focused on him with him behind you. you kept grabbing your phone, checking to see which of the girls had texted you.
when you weren't doing one of those two things, you were playing with the ring on his finger. it was a habit of yours, especially when you bored or anxious. rafe acted s your person fidget toy. he didn't mind, made him feel useful. you had a habit of doing that too.
"you ready to go?" he asked, tapping your thigh to grab your attention.
you nodded, looking back at him.
"alright pretty girl, lets get you home" he said. he stood up with you in his hold, telling the guys you two were heading out.
the drive home allowed you to sit in your thoughts, to really evaluate the night. rafe could feel it. he could feel your mind wandering, scoping out the feelings that bubbled beneath the surface.
it scared the shit out of him.
he kept glancing over at you, his gaze heavy and burning. you can feel it but you don't look over it. you can't give him that, not right now. not when you could feel a shift.
you didn't know why this was such a big deal. you kept trying to tell yourself it didn't matter. but deep down, you knew it did. you both knew that.
rafe wanted to stay the night at his house, mentioning something about him having somewhere to be tomorrow. you didn't mind.
he led you through the estate quietly, knowing everyone everyone in the house was asleep. his large hand engulfed you small one, keeping you close until you got into his bedroom and he closed the door behind you guys.
you exhaled softly, not realizing how you were previously holding your breathe. you released his hand, bending over to undo the straps of your wedges. he held your waist, keeping you steady as you did.
he couldn't help the way his eyes ran over you, fixating on your ass pressed back against him. his mind began to wander; imagining the position under different circumstances, wishing it was.
you stood back up, stepping out of the wedges and losing the few inches of height they gave you. he watched you shrink in height, smiling to himself a bit.
"much" you nodded, a smile of relief on your lips.
you turned to face him, looking up at him. he licked his lips, eyes filled with something you couldn't quite place. his eye seem to flicker from your eyes to your lips. it was so fast you convinced yourself it was a figment of your imagination.
for a second, everything around you two seems to go still. it was like rafe was the only thing that mattered, just you and him. everything doesn't seem as confusing as it has been. it all feels quite the opposite actually.
you see him start to lean in.
you think you do, at least. but then he pulls away, letting go of you and moving around you to go over to his dresser.
that fleeting moment you had fades away faster than it came.
bitterness starts to set in, replacing the warmth you previously felt. his presence suddenly felt sour, you didn't even care that he was changing in front of you. not when he had done what he just did, when you were so close.
but so close to what exactly?
you tried to swallow the frustration that was trying its best to claw its way up your throat. you tried to deny the fog that seemed to cloud your mind. you shouldn't be feeling like this, you couldn't be.
"okay, you can have whatever you want" he said, snapping you out of your thoughts.
he paused, picking up on the coolness in your tone.
"my clothes. take whatever you want to change into" he clarified.
with that he disappeared into his bathroom and you heard him brushing his teeth.
you huffed, going into his drawer and picking out one of his shirts. you slipped it over your top, untying it underneath and pulling it off. you snatched a pair of his his pants too, slipping off your skirt and into his sweats that were a bit too big on you. your jewelry was next, slamming your gold cuff on the surface of his dresser a bit too hard.
"why are you wearing those?"
he was standing in the doorway of his bathroom, leaning against it. his eyes flickered over you. you looked at him with a confused expression.
"you said to take whatever i wanted"
"yeah, but you hate sleeping in pants" he pointed out.
again, rafe knew you. he knew that in order for you to sleep comfortably you had to sleep either in your panties or the shortest shorts. pants were a no go, unless you were sick or it was really cold out. it was neither, so his question stood.
"you're gonna be hot" he added.
you ignored his words, taking out your hair. he took the hint and got into his bed. the mattress creaked just slightly under his weight. his eyes never left you, even as you deliberately ignored him. he watched you go into his bathroom, your turn to brush you teeth.
you reemerged a few minutes later, getting into the bed beside him.
"you mad at me?" he asked you.
rafe was never really one to sugar coating anything.
"you sure?" he tried again.
"come here" he said, opening his arms.
you took the invitation, nuzzling your head against his chest and letting him wrap his arms around you. he let his chin rest on the top of your head, hands finding their way under your shirt to rub small circles onto your skin.
you felt yourself melt into his touch, forgetting about the feelings that had been suffocating you and souring your brain. he shut the lights off and you drifted off into sleep soon after.
in the middle of the night you stirred, waking him up. through his half asleep state he felt you kick off the sweatpants, too hot to sleep.
just like he knew you would.
a/n: the chapter's song is definitely what rafe played on the way to the party. try to guess who i based cole on!
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