It wasn’t like you’d meant to distract Rafe while he was on the phone; you knew better than that. But when you heard who he was talking to, you couldn’t help but feel a sharp thread of envy bubble in your stomach, and before you knew it, you slid your hands beneath the waistband of his jeans, easing the zipper down and tugging the fabric just enough to free him.
“Yeah, I’ll- fuck - sorry, stubbed my toe. I’ll see if I can take the boat out for jus’ the two of us.” Rafe breathed out, trying not to moan as you licked a stripe up from the base of his cock to his tip, feeling the ridges of his veins on the flat of your tongue. A pattern you’d almost memorized on every part of your body that could have ever touched it, your mouth, your hands, the plush walls of your insides. The phone’s speaker was tilted away as Rafe whispered your name in a scolding tone, “Cut that shit out.”
The way his face looked at you with both desperation and domination only made the butterflies in your stomach flutter even more, like they fed off of the realization that even with some other girl demanding his attention, it was still you he reacted to first, like it was his instinct, his loyalty to you written into his bones.
You softly smiled up at him, eyes wide and doe-eyed, as you kitten-licked the precum that leaked from his tip, his cock glistening red and hardened as it twitched from the sensation. You wrapped your lips around the head, sucking gently and hollowing your cheeks as you took him deeper, revelling in the way his hand immediately flew to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair to ground himself.
“Y-yeah, Stacey, that sounds perfect,” Rafe choked out, his voice was tight and strained as he fought to keep his composure. He watched you through half-lidded eyes, jaw tight as you bobbed your head, taking him further into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. You relaxed your jaw and hollowed your mouth, allowing Rafe to buck his hips and fuck your mouth slowly, the wet heat of your tongue dragging against the sensitive underside of his shaft.
The heat in your core started to pulse, your thighs suddenly slick, and the need for Rafe to solely focus on you became more urgent as you ground yourself against your hand to try and relieve some tension. Was it so wrong that he only had eyes for you, or that the boat was your thing only? As Rafe continued to thrust into your mouth, he couldn’t help but take in the sight of you, taking him whole and almost completely at his mercy, solely because you were jealous of who he’d been talking to. It wasn’t like he was blind to it; he knew it’d spark the possessive side in you, the side he wished you’d show more often.
Rafe could do whatever he wanted, have whatever he pleased, and genuinely could not give a flying fuck as to what others thought. However, the one thing he’d always wished for was for you to stop pretending you didn’t care. To stop softening the edges of your jealousy, to stop playing it off when he knew damn well how deeply you felt things. He wanted you to be selfish, wanting him loudly, claiming him without apology.
“Dinner sounds good, what time were you thinking?”
You immediately hummed around him in amusement, the vibrations travelling straight through his cock and making him buck his hips involuntarily. You choked a little louder than you would’ve liked, leading Rafe to glare at you as a silent warning to behave. But his pupils widening and now darkened blue eyes gave away how much he was enjoying this. You doubled down, swirling your tongue around the tip before sinking back down, taking him to the hilt and swallowing around him.
“Seven works,” Rafe gritted out, his hand in your hair tugging at your roots as he tried to take control again. “I’ll uh- I’ll pick you up, yeah?” Jus’ you and me, no one else.” He paused, listening to her response. Feeling a surge of possessiveness in you, you hollowed your cheeks and swallowed hard, pulling back with a loud pop which led Rafe to hiss through his teeth into the phone. “Nah I’m just… handling some business right now. But I’m looking forward to Thursday.”
You smirked up at him, drool gathering at the corner of your mouth as you stroked him with your hand, slick with your spit. You leaned down to lap at his balls, taking one gently into your mouth and sucking, knowing it would wreck him.
“Ye-yeah fire away, what did you wanna ask?” Rafe managed to get out as he felt you take him in your mouth again, your fist twisting at the base of his cock as you bobbed your head, tasting him in the process. You heard your name being mentioned as you felt him swell in your mouth, the frantic throbbing pressed against your tongue.
“What does she have to do with this?” Rafe grunted, his hips bucking up involuntarily. His hand shot to the back of your head, not to push you away, but to hold you in place, to anchor himself as you took him to the hilt over and over again. The head of his cock was hitting the back of your throat with every downward plunge, and you just took it, swallowing around him, the constricting muscles milking him for all he was worth. “Listen you got a problem with her, then I-”
The dam that was built in Rafe for so long finally broke when he looked at the sight of you rubbing your clit while sucking him off with no mercy. He moaned out, thick and heavy, the first spurt of his release hitting the back of your throat. Rafe arched off the couch and buried his face in the crook of his arm, muffling the guttural sounds of his climax as you continued to work him through it, swallowing everything he gave you. His hips jerked with each pulse, a helpless, violent rhythm that spoke of his complete and total surrender to the pleasure you were forcing on him.
Rafe finally came back to himself, his chest heaving. He pulled you off him gently, his cock slipping from your lips with a wet sound. He looked at you: your swollen lips, the smug yet innocent satisfaction in your eyes, and a dark, possessive fire ignited in his gut.
“Then I’m sorry, but this isn’t gonna work out. My best friend’s not a fucking threat.”
Rafe hung up the phone and tossed it to the side, his full attention snapping on you. “You think you’re fucking funny?” he growled, grabbing your hair and pulling you up to crash his lips against yours in a bruising kiss.
cw: smut, fuck buddies dynamic, p in v, first protected then unprotected sex, creampie, praise, explicit language
“rafe—” you gasped, the back of your head thudding against the headboard as he drove into you, the bed creaking with every sharp thrust. your hands gripped his shoulders like you were holding on for dear life, nails dragging down his back, a broken moan falling from your lips. “fuck—don’t stop—”
he didn’t. he couldn’t. not with the way you were clinging to him like you needed him inside you just to breathe. sweat slicked skin, hair sticking to his forehead, jaw clenched as he tried to keep control, but it was slipping. you made it impossible.
being friends with benefits with rafe cameron meant wild and relentless sex. morning, day, and night. and even when you felt like it couldn’t get any better, there always was this little five percent missing to make it absolutely perfect.
it was this damn rubber that was wrapped tightly around his thick shaft, always keeping that little percentage hidden inside, keeping distance, and waking your curiosity like nothing else.
it was a mutual decision when you both started this little arrangement, of course it was, at least you thought so. rafe on the other hand would’ve loved to just toss that little annoying thing out the window at any given chance.
not that he didn’t care. oh he cared. more than anyone else, that’s why he decided to agree in the first place. just for you and your comfort. and of course you didn’t know that once you guys started hooking up, he went and didn’t dare touch another woman.
not because you two were something exclusive, no. he simply didn’t want to. you were already giving him everything he needed, even if things were just casual. so now, with rafe hitting something deep inside you, you couldn’t help but want more.
you were totally soaked, clenching around him, but your expression said it still wasn’t enough. his hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider. the slap of skin echoed through the room, mingling with your breathy moans and the rasp of his name spilling from your lips.
that’s when you stilled beneath him, your thighs tightening around his hips to stop his movements. “pull out.” you demanded and rafe froze mid-thrust, blinking down at you, chest rising fast. “what?” his voice cracked with confusion, panic flickering in his eyes.
“just—” your voice was ragged, pupils blown wide, lips swollen. you were panting, shaking, like your body was on fire. “just do it.” rafe couldn’t help but feel his heart stutter as he pulled back, chest heaving in disappointment. “did i—?”
“no,” you breathed, shaking your head, your hair clinging to your damp forehead. your hand slid between you, fingers curling around the base of his cock. he hissed through his teeth, nearly losing it right then and there. “it’s just—” you looked up at him, eyes blazing. “i want more.”
leaning up, you kissed him hard, tongue brushing his lip before whispering into his mouth, “i want you raw, rafe.” for a long moment rafe didn’t move, he was too stunned, until you started rolling the condom off his cock yourself.
it was slow and deliberate, watching his face the whole time. and god if that didn’t undo him. the thin rubber slid off inch by inch, and you tossed it somewhere into the room, reaching for him again like you were starving.
“come on,” you whispered, voice wrecked and dripping with want. “please let me feel you.” and then, without hesitation, he grabbed your hips, dragging you down the bed, and slammed back into you with a raw, guttural groan. you both swore at the same time, almost relieved.
the difference was immediate. no barrier. no distance. your bare cunt hit him like a punch to the gut. it was even wetter and tighter and so much more. you cried out beneath him, hands flying to his back, holding onto him like a vice.
you could feel every single vein of his cock, every time his tip nudged your cervix without any protection. you were soaking him, wrapping around him, dragging him in. “jesus—” he growled against your throat, teeth grazing your skin. “you feel—fuck—you feel unreal.”
you wrapped your legs higher around him, clawing at his back, pulling him deeper, rougher, harder. “don’t stop,” you begged, your voice cracking. “don’t you fucking stop.”
his rhythm turned brutal, desperate, the kind of pace where none of you cared if the neighbors heard. you met every thrust with a needy whimper, the whole bed shaking as your fingers tangled in his hair, dragging him in for a kiss.
he slammed into you again and again, chasing that sweet spot, chasing your moans, like he’d die if he couldn’t get more. you were already falling apart under him, body arching, hands scrambling for anything to hold onto.
“i can’t—i’m gonna—” your voice broke off in a gasp, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent cry. “cum for me,” he growled against your ear, hips snapping faster. “fuck, baby, cum on me.”
and you did. your whole body tensed up, your poor cunt clenching him so hard that it triggered his own release. he buried himself in you with a rough groan, the feeling of his hot seed inside you making you moan out as your own orgasm rolled over you.
both of you collapsed at the same time, panting, completely wrecked, skin slick and sticky with sweat. your legs stayed locked around him, his face buried in your neck, both of you shaking from the aftershocks.
“that,” you whispered hoarsely, barely able to speak, “was so much better.” rafe laughed, breathless and fucked out, brushing a kiss over your raging chest. “you think we’re done?”
you just smirked, still catching your breath but fingers already sliding slowly down his tensed up stomach, teasing his already growing cock again. “i fucking hope not.”
18+ MDNI — unprotected piv (wrap it before you tap it), public sex, mirror sex, exhibitionism, swearing, nicknames eg ‘sweetheart’. FT. FWB!RAFE X AFAB!READER
“what do you think of this one?” you murmur absently as you stare at your reflection in the mirror in front of you, turning your body left and right to get a glimpse of what the hot pink lingerie looks like from every angle. it’s a two piece set with a sheer cover over your stomach, and it’d immediately caught your eye for one real reason only: it was pink.
your eyes flick up to rafe’s face to try and gauge him opinion on it, brows slightly furrowed. your hands come up to rest on your hips when you see the unimpressed look written plainly across his face. “hello?” he hums noncommittally, seemingly too focused on playing with the rings on his fingers. “‘s okay.”
you huff, rolling your eyes and spinning around to face him, your lips pouted and your cheeks flushed in irritation. you open your mouth to speak, to complain at him for acting like a dick, but remembering that he agreed to pay for whatever you want in here encourages you to stay quiet for the time being. turning back to the mirror, you begin sliding off the material and try to think back to if you saw any other lingerie you liked the look of.
as your pulling your panties back up, a gentle tap on your hip makes you stop and glance over your shoulder. rafe is stood behind you with his usual bored expression on his face, but it’s what he’s holding that interests you the most — a deep blue one piece consisting of complicated ties and delicate lace. “try this one.” you hum in mild interest and take it from him, holding it out in front of you and giving it a once over.
when you’ve finally managed to get it on properly, you stand in front of the mirror once more and scrutinise yourself, adjusting the way your boobs sit and the way the fabric stretches over your hips. you look good. this time, rafe hasn’t managed to take his eyes off of you even once, eyes widened and glazed over as his hands sit possessively on your thighs. “yes or no?” you ask him, pulling your hair up into a makeshift ponytail and looking down at where he’s sat behind you.
he clears his throat before answering with a gruff, “yes, definitely yes”, leaning forward to press light kisses on the somewhat exposed skin of your waist. “you look hot.” rafe’s never been one for compliments, so even the slightly lame one sends a spark of satisfaction through you. “you think?” you ask as the smile on your face grows wider, oblivious to the way his hands roam across your stomach. he doesn’t answer, too engrossed in sucking a hickey into the plush skin of your thigh.
you can feel your skin tingling with the attention he’s suddenly lavishing you with, and when his hand dips between your thighs, pushing the fabric of the lingerie to the side, the air is stolen from your lungs. two of his slender fingers drag through your folds, collecting your slick and rubbing over your sensitive bud. “always so ready f’me, hm?” he chuckles lowly, pressing harder when you let out a soft whimper.
“r-rafe, what’re you doing?” you whisper incredulously, all too aware of all of the other shoppers in the store, and the only separation between the two of you and them being the flimsy curtain of the changing room. “what’s it look like i’m doin’?” he pushes himself up to stand behind you, one hand resting on your hip to steady you as he unzips his fly with the other. he suppresses a groan when he pulls down his boxers and his leaking cock hits his stomach, already throbbing with need.
“need you to keep quiet f’me.. think you can do that, sweetheart?” he murmurs into your ear, his lips brushing the shell of it and sending another shiver of pleasure down your spine. you nod shakily, brows drawn together and bottom lip caught between your teeth. “use your words, angel.” you stifle the urge to moan at the way he’s talking to you and instead answer, albeit weakly, “yes, rafe.”
he hums and shifts behind you, wrapping his hand around his cock and giving it a few strokes. his head drops back between his shoulders as his breathing grows heavier, that and the gentle radio being the only sounds you can hear over the relentless beating of your heart. your eyes flutter closed when his lips meet your shoulder, his tongue tracing across the skin, “i don’t have a condom— that okay?” you don’t even register yourself nod, but it’s all the confirmation he needs.
“breathe.” he instructs lowly when his tip meets your entrance and he gently begins pushing into you, the stretch sending your eyes rolling back into your head and your jaw slackening in a silent scream. the hand not on your hip comes up to wrap around your mouth when he begins to thrust up into you, stifling your whines as your spongy walls suck in his cock.
“look— look at yourself, y’look so fuckin’ pretty.” he mumbles into your ear as he angles your face so that you have no choice but to watch yourself get split in half by his cock, the sight of your dripping pussy swallowing it whole only making the coil in your stomach tighten more.
his breaths are shaky as he holds you up and continues to pound into you, his teeth gnawing at the skin of his bottom lip to try and keep his own noises quiet, too. the hand on your hip shifts down to take your clit between his fingers and roll it between them, your hips bucking up against him as the sensations become too much to handle all at once. “fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart.”
you can’t warn him about your approaching orgasm, and it hits you like a freight train, your legs spasming around him and your whole body trembling as your release coats both his hand and his cock. your back arches in a feeble attempt to get him to step when he doesn’t let up his movements, chasing his own orgasm as he becomes more clumsy and messy.
his balls draw up when he feels his dick beginning to twitch inside of you, and the pathetic moan that falls from his lips sounds ten times louder because you know you shouldn’t be doing this here. “shit, ‘m coming..” he whispers unsteadily into the crook of your neck just as he bottoms out for a final time and cums, his release painting the inside of your walls white, encouraged by you tightening around him.
the two of you take a moment to catch your breaths, your head resting back in his shoulder and his between your shoulder blades as you watch your exhausted reflection stare back at you. finally he speaks, his voice hoarse and still quivering slightly, “get both; i can fuck you in the pink one when we’re home.”
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late night boat drives with a group of kooks while singing karaoke, invites to almost every party if you ever wanted a distraction and most people knew who you were.
but the best one? rafe cameron.
you'd first met him when you were twelve. topper, a year older than you, had bought him home.
for years to come, you remembered the day perfectly. you were sitting by your mom, watching some random youtube video with her, when suddenley topp walked in. with rafe.
he was the most handsome boy you had ever seen in your life. messy blond hair, soft blue eyes and sharpening features, you was sure you'd faint on the spot. you yourself had hair so messy to this date it couldn't even pass as aesthetic with braces so big it almost covered your teeth. and yet when you smiled at him, he grinned pioitely back, then to your mother, and you almost thought you had a heart attack.
however, being siblings to your brother, you understoood that topper only hung out with one type of people, exempt from his family: spoiled rich assholes, which as much as you hated it, rafe was apart of.
whenever the pair would spend some time at yours, all you would hear was brags about beating up kooks and shit about girls. almost most of it you didn’t care for or couldn’t bring yourself to, but you soon realised that topper and rafe were probably the worst pair to be around on Kildare because they were exactly the same person.
you couldn't remember exactly why you hated rafe. you both were young, but all you really remembered was a loud blond boy with a permanent scowl and an ego the size of figure eight.
and after that, he just looked perpetually ugly in her eyes. their first real interaction, which she didn't even remember, ended with her calling him stupid to which his response had been to throw a teenis ball at her head.
from then on, it was war. you stole his sunglasses, poured gatorade into the driver's seat of his golf car. he replaced your phone wallpaper with a photo of a rat.
and at every single damn family barbecue, every beach day, every birthday party, uoi shifted towards eachother like gravity and immediately started arguing.
"you're annoying."
"you're ugly."
"your face bothers me."
"that doesn't even make sense."
"because you're stupid."
you hated how cocky and arrogant he was and you could tell he hated how you never backed down.
as you got older, the fights also only got worse. at thirteen, you punched him in the shoulder hard enough that it left a bruise. at fourteen, he laughed when you threatened him and got a bloody nose for it. fifteen, you got into a sceraming match so bad topper physically had to stand between you while he dragged you away.
everyone assumed that eventually you two would grow out of it. but you didn't.
hating rafe felt like routine. normal, because if you walked into a room and rafe wasnt there to ruin your mood, something felt off. you never noticed it happening, how the insults got softer and the arguments lasted longer because neither of you two wanted to walk away first.
admitting that would've been worse than admitting defeat. neither of you two had ever lost a fight. and especially not to each other.
the first time it happened, it was a mistake.
that's what you called it: a mistake, an accident and a lapse in judgement. something that definetly, absoloutely, could never happen again.
it happened after a party, where you'd been avoiding him all night and he'd spent the entire night pretending not to notice which would've worked better if you didn't hear kiara telling you that he'd been looking for you every five minutes.
by midnight, you was already irritated, and by two you both were standing outside, drunk and exhausted, throwing insults at each other just as they had been like since they were kids.
"you're insufferable."
"you've literally said that every week since we were twelve."
"because you keep proving me right."
"and you keep talking."
you rolled your eyes, and he grinned. irritated once again, you snapped, "what?"
"nothing."
"then stop fucking staring."
"make me."
that was the worst thing he could've said, and the worst thing you could've heard, becaus eten seconds later, you was kissing him.
or maybe he kissed you. neither of you had ever agreed on that part.
all you knew that one second you were fighting and the next you was walking him into an empty guest room. you remembered how he tasted too much like alcholo, but something about kissing him was so addictive you didn't stop. both of your hands were everywhere and you very distinctly remember thinking this would've been eleven year old you's dream before rafe turned into such a spectacular asshole.
but afterwards was the real disaster. rafe sat on the edge of the bed, trying to catch his breath while you stared at the ceiling, the feeling of his lips on yours still present.
you could tell he, too, realised that you had just crossed a line neither of you could uncross. so naturally, "this was a mistake."
"obviously."
"never happening again."
"yeah." there was a pause. "good."
"good."
you guys didn't even make it two weeks. so after that, it became a secret one. a stupid one, the kind everyone probably knew about (the one where you ignored topper's knowing looks) except them. you'd spend the day arguing, and the end tangled together at night, laying against his chest and listening to his heartbear while his hands ran through your hair, breath heavy on your temple. you'd tell each other it meant nothing, then get jealous over things you supposedly didn't care about.
none of that even meant to happen. friends with benefits had rules, atleast thats what topp told you. feelings weren't part of the deal at all.
you've always been good at leaving first. you can tell it's one of the few things rafe hates about you: you never slam doors, never make scenes and never, ever beg people to stay.
you just go, quietly, acting like they never mattered enough for a goodbye.
but the worst part about this whole thing is that you know rafe knows you better than anyone. he's the same boy who met you at eleven, before all your guards were up, so he know that it's a lie. he knows you care too much, knows every careless shrug and slightly-forced laugh is calculated which is probably why this whole situation is way more complicated than it should be.
"you leaving already?" his voice follows you across the room, and yet you don't turn around, hiding your face in the darkness as you nod. "it's barely midnight."
you grab the bag from the counter. "and?"
silence. you can feel him staring, imagine the expression on his face. "you've been weird all week."
you laugh coldly. you can't help it. "that's rich coming from you."
when you finally glance over, he's leaning against the kitchen island, jaw tight and gorgeous eyes fixed on you. and for just a second, even if you're so dizzy from the way he fucked you, he looks nervous. it's so strange its almost laughable: rafe cameron never looks nervous. it almost makes something twist painfully inside your chest.
"did i do something?"
you nearly laugh, again. that's the funny and heartbreaking part: he genuinely doesn't know, has no idea, that you spent years teaching him exactly how much he could take from you that now you're surprised he keeps taking. "no." lie.
"then what's wrong?"
everything. nothing, in between. the fact that you probably know more about him than his own mother. which, given, isn't probably that difficult, but still.
he calls you when he's drunk. he calls you when he's sober. you can identify his fottsteps without looking and he looks for you in every room and yet this all supposedly "means anything".
if it meant what you so desperately wanted it to mean, he would've said so by now.
years, it's been fucking years. years of almosts, years of pretending, and you are so tired. "nothing's wrong, rafe."
there's silence until he sighs, voice dropping, "hey." you hate whenever he does that.
"don't act like you care."
his forehead creases, before it disappears, all smoothened out. "there it is."
you blink. "what?"
"i was wondering when we'd get to this."
"the fuck are you on about?"
"you know, the part where you pretend you're above all this."
the words taste sour in your mouth: "i'm not pretending anything."
"right." he nods mockingly, the same way he always does when he's angry. "because you've always been a fucking saint, haven't you?" there it is: rafe, holding that metaphorical fucking knife, twisting it exactly where he knows it'll hurt. "go ahead, baby. tell me how terrible i am. tell me how i'm the bad guy and you've never wanted this."
"that's not what i'm saying."
"then what are you saying?" his voice breaks, just slightly. "i'm getting real tired of you acting like i'm the only one here. you think i don't care, don't you?" when you're silent, he laughs bitterly, "that's fucking insane."
hope sparks, stupidly, like a slight ember. for one second you think: finally. finally, finally, he's going to say it.
but then you see that fucking expression on your face, and you just know. he isn't. of course he isn't. he's rafe cameron, golden boy of kildare. instead, he just shakes his head and looks away. "if i didn't care, you wouldn't still be here."
your chest caves in. that's all he has, all he's ever offering and ever will be. not love, committment or a future, everything that your whole friendgroup has told you you deserve. just access, proximity, just enough to keep you around but never safe nor loved. "okay."
"i didn't mean —"
"yeah." your voice is flat and empty. "don't worry, i know exactly what you meant."
he looks fucking terrified and you know he knows he's just confirmed every fear you've ever had. that no matter how much he wants you, he'll never actually choose you. and no matter how much you love him, you're finally starting to choose yourself.
"don't do this." it's almost pathetic, the way he says it.
"do what?"
he gives you a knowing look. "leave."
who's he kidding. you do anyways.
the next time you see him, you two are in another party because you only ever really see him then.
"who's that?"
you don't evne look up from your phone, "who's who?"
rafe leans back against the couch, arm stretching across the cushions behind you. you have to duck your head so he doesn't see your jaw clench: never touching, only when other people are around, but close enough to remind everyone he could if he wanted to. "that guy."
you glance towards the kitchen, where some random guy from the party is talking to sarah. you shrug, "i don't know."
"bullshit."
you finally look at him, already exasperated. "what?"
"he was staring at you."
you stare for a second, then laugh. actually laugh, because it's so stupid that you don't know how else to react. but you immediately regret it, because something in rafe's face shifts. "what's funny?"
"nothing."
"clearly it's sometjing."
you shake your head, looking back at your phone, because if you don't, he'll see the smile, and if he sees the smile, he'll get worse. "you're jealous."
"of him?" there's genuine offence in his voice.
you bite the inside of your cheek. "see? that's exactly what i mean."
"the fuck does that mean?"
you stand. mostly because you're smart enough to know where this conversation goes and you're not interested nor energtic tonight. "nothing, rafe."
he grabs your wrist before you can walk, just enough to stop you. "don't start whatever game this is."
"i'm literally standing here, babe."
"exactly."
"don't get all possessive over me."
his jaw flexes, "possessive?"
"you know, that thing where you act like im yours?"
he quickly lets go of your wrist. "i don't act like you're mine."
you hum, which is somehow worse than arguing, because now it sounds like you don't care, which rafe hates. "okay."
"okay?"
"mhm."
he stares, waiting, and you don't give him anything.
you know exactly what you're doing. you know exactly how much it bothers himL the same way he knows exactly how much it bothers you when he disappears for days and then walks back into your life like nothing happened.
the same way he knows you'll answer every single phone call. the same way he knows you'll always make room for him. "you're being weird."
"you say that every week." you deadpann.
"because you are."
"maybe you're just observant."
"and maybe you're just annoying."
"there he is."
the corner of his mouth twitches, "there who is?"
"the rafe i know."
for a second he looks guilty, and you don't like it. "what?" you prompt.
he blinks back, "what?"
"that look."
"i don't know what you're talking about."
you know every version of his face, and that one was bad. you just stare at him and he scoffs, looks away.
conversation over, just like that, and everyone else goes back to talking, laughing, living.
something between you cracked then, you could tell. not enough to really mean anything, but just enough that you spend the rest of the night thinking about it, and enough that rafe spends the rest of the night watching you from across the room, every single time you aren't looking.
you don't think about it. you don't think about the way he left without saying goodbye, because that would imply you care, and you don't. obviously.
except that three days later, you're still thinking about it, which is exactly why you're annoyed when your phone lights up. rafe.
you stare at the screen, which rings thrice before stopping. a second later another call comes through, and you roll your eyes before declining it immediately.
silence, the calm before the storm, before your phone buzzes.
rafe: answer the phone
you snort.
you: no
the typing bubble appears immediately.
rafe: where are you?
you: weird question
rafe: where are you?
you: why?
the typing buble appears appears, disappears, then appears again. nothing. you stare at the screen, frowning. that's strange, because rafe never shuts up once he starts.
your phone buzzes again, except this time it's not him, it's topper. you answer immediately: "what?"
"where are you?"
"you sit up slightly. "why does everyone suddenley want my location?"
"answer the damn question, y/n."
"home." something cold settles in your stomach. "topper. what happened?"
"nothing happened."
silence. then: "rafe got arrested."
for a second, you think you heard him wrong. "what?"
"he's fine."
what bullshit. nobody says he's fine unless things are very not much fine. you stand so fast your chair nearly tips over. "what happened?"
"i don't know everything."
"topper thornton."
"i'm serious." a pause, then: "fine, i just know there was some fight."
of course there was. it's rafe. there's always a fight. you're used to it by now, but something about this feels different. you odn't know why, it just does. "where is he?"
"y/n."
"topper —"
"y/n thornton. don't go down there. seriously."
"bye."
"don't you dare hang up on me."
you hang up anyways, grabbing your keys. your heart is beating too fast, because he's fine.
please.
your phone bzuzes just as you're about to slide into your car. a text, from kelce, which is weird enough on it's own because you and him aren't exactly friends.
kelce: where are you?
you: home
kelce: don't come to tannyhil.
your eyebrows pull together.
you: wasn't planning on it
kelce: i'm serious. he's losing his fucking mind
you: what happened
kelce: i dont know. just don't come over
unfortunatetly for him, that is exactly what guarantees you will. twenty minutes later, you're pulling into the driveway, house lit up with cars everywhere, music blasting from somewher inside. a pary, of course, except something feels off. people are standing outside, and the second you step out of your car, every single head turns.
what the hell?
you start toward the house, while someone mutters something and another person laughs nervously. you ignore all of it, until you hear your name. stopping, you turn around.
two girls are standing near the porch. one immediately looks away.
"what?" you bark.
the girl hesitates, winces, "you seriously don't know?"
"know what?"
when they dont reply, you push past them, straight through the front door. standing in th emiddle of the room, surrounded by half of the island, is rafe.
and he's staring right at you. not even relieved, or guilty, like he's been waiting.
and that's when you see her, standing beside him. close enough to touch, wearing one of his hoodies.
your hoodie. the one you left in his truck three weeks ago.
Like maybe reader is mad at rafe for speaking to Sofia or something, so she goes on a date with top and rafe finds out and is mad
warnings: penetrative sex (18+), jealous!rafe, toxic relationship
you don’t answer his calls. you don’t answer his texts, either. so rafe shows up—hair messy, attitude worse, eyes already stormy. “you think i’m fucking stupid?” the door’s barely shut before he’s on you. not touching. just towering, voice sharp and low, like he’s trying not to lose it. “you went out with topper?”
you arch a brow. “and?”
his jaw tics. he’s in that threadbare grey tee you love, jeans riding low on his hips. he didn’t bother changing—he came straight from wherever he was, too angry to think about anything but you.
yeah, you did it to get a reaction. because two days ago, you saw him leaning way too close to sofia, talking all low and pretty like he doesn’t have his dick in you every other night. so, naturally, you went out with top. you ordered the prettiest drink, wore the dress rafe likes to fuck you in, laughed a little too loud, and let your hand rest on top’s arm when you said goodbye.
“you mad?” you ask now, sickly sweet.
rafe laughs, once. it’s cold. “you didn’t fuck him, did you?” you don’t answer. his hand flies out, catches your jaw—not rough, not cruel, just firm. he forces your gaze up. searches your eyes like they’ll betray you. “did you?” he asks again, quieter this time. lower.
“would it matter?” you smirk, lip parting just slightly. “we’re not exclusive.”
his eyes flash. something behind them cracks. then he kisses you. he slams his mouth onto yours, bruising and hot and messy. you gasp, and he uses it to slide his tongue in, hand already under your shirt, fingers curled tight on your waist like he wants to crush the space between you.
you shove him back against the wall and he just laughs again, cocky and breathless and mad. “you’re such a fucking brat,” he mutters, yanking your shorts down, not even bothering to fully undress you. “you wanted this, huh? wanted me all pissed off so i’d come fuck the attitude out of you.”
you kiss him again just to shut him up. it’s frantic, frenzied. your back hits the wall, your shirt’s halfway off, and his hand’s already between your thighs, pressing into your soaked panties with a groan. “fuck,” he whispers, cock straining through his jeans. “you’re soaked. did he do that?”
“no.” you reach down, unbuttoning him with shaky fingers. “you did.” he curses under his breath and pulls his cock free. before you can blink, he pushes your panties to the side and sinks in all at once.
you both moan like you haven’t done this a hundred times. like you didn’t swear this didn’t mean anything. like he doesn’t already know your body better than you do. he fucks you hard. not careful or not slow. just hips slamming into yours, hands gripping your thighs, lips dragging down your neck. “next time,” he growls, “you even think about going out with someone else—i’ll remind you who this pussy belongs to.”
you whimper. clutch at his shoulders. dig your nails in because you want to mark him, you want it to hurt. “you’re such an asshole,” you gasp.
“yeah?” he grins against your throat. “but you’re still letting me fuck you.” yeah, you can’t argue with that. when you come, clenching around him, biting down on his shoulder to keep from screaming, he follows with a groan, spilling into you like he doesn’t know how not to.
after, he doesn’t let you go. he keeps holding you there, pinned to the wall, breathing hard, nose brushing yours. “you’re mine,” he mutters, almost like he forgot to say it out loud before. “you know that, right?”
you don’t answer. you just kiss him again…because you don’t know either, but you want it to be true.
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Rafe Cameron Song Recommendations
𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙗𝙤𝙮!𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙚
gumdrop!reader reacting to fratboy!rafe shirtless… (oh hes so down bad for her)
“manwhore the new look, cameron?” you call out, hands cupped around your mouth from across the road. his head whips your way, and you cross your arms over your tight pink tank, tapping the sole of your boots against the pavement.
𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙗𝙧𝙤!𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙚
i'll show you, rafe cameron 18+ @rafeysbunny (sighs and rebolgs)
in which your stepbrother kindly offers to show you porn for the first time.
this is totally wrong, right? 18+ me!! @urfavfakeblonde
Although come to think of it, my mom and Ward went on a business trip with Wheezie, and Sarah hasn't been home in months. But as for Rafe? He was unpredictable. He could be anywhere: a party, the beach, the country club, in my room--shit!
agora hills 18+ me!! @urfavfakeblonde
"You're my brother!" I whine, trying to get off of him reluctantly. He pulls me back down with his other hand, lips dangerously close. "Step-brother," he reminds me, moving a strand of hair behind my ear. My breath hitches in my throat, eyes unable to look into his. "...it's not right," I whisper, catching my bottom lip with my teeth. He tsks, hand sliding down to my hip. He hums, bringing his lips impossibly close to mine. "Oh yeah? Says who sweetheart?"
the cons of long nails 18+ (how considerate of himmmm)
rafe's stepsister has acrylics on and can't touch herself so he helps her
sneaking in 18+ @starkeyisthelastname (🥵🥵🥵)
Can you do stepbro rafe sneaking in readers room even tho she says he cant do anything and he eats her out until shes begging him to stop😽💗
teaching how to kiss 18+ @starkeyisthelastname (hes so dreamy)
Stepbro rafe teaching inexperienced reader how to make out and french kiss
apology 18+ @starkeyisthelastname (is it too late to say sorry? eh...nepal.)
Stepbro!rafe making reader mad then apologizing by eating her out
in the truck 18+ @starkeyisthelastname ("Rafey"? dont get me startedddd)
Stepbro!Rafe eating reader out on the backseat of his truck with Ward Sarah and others outside😛😛
𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣 (𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣)
rafe apologises to you 18+ @fear-is-truth (let me go for a diveee)
our mind is soup, nothing but a mess of shattered thoughts, synapses misfiring, pleasure warping the edges of your awareness until the only thing that exists is him. and of course, that maddening, glorious mouth. “still mad?”
against your will 18+ @purr4rafe (im ready for part 2)
rafe eating you out against your will. you’ve always been self conscious about receiving oral sex, not because anything was wrong with you, it was just too sensitive, too… vulnerable.
He begs you to sit on his face 18+ @rafesbabydollsblog (yearn. do it.)
You weren’t sure how you even ended up here, but the way Rafe was staring up at you with his head resting on the pillows, hands gripping your thighs like he was seconds away from dragging you down onto his face, made your entire body burn.
overstimulation request 18+ @rafesbimbo (i loveeeeeee overstim im a fein)
you don’t know when it shifted, when sweet turned into filthy—when the gentle brush of rafe’s mouth over your thigh became something hungrier, more desperate, more ruthless.
sexting with rafe 18+ @angelicstarkey (yeah so im obsessed)
Your screen stayed still, and the silence between their texts felt louder than your heartbeat, the minutes dragging like hours. And then your screen lit up with a video. Rafe was reclined against the headboard of the hotel bed, shirt unbuttoned, tie discarded someplace out of the frame.
currents (series) @hearts4hughes (LOVE IT!!!)
note: hi my lovies!! this has been in my drafts for months, so i decided why not make it a mini series?
at what cost? 18+ @stvrkeysgal (js gonna leave this here thank me later)
rafe cameron…
…and his girl who runs her mouth, but at what cost?
closer than quiet @rinasauruss (oh my.)
Rafe is so tall he has to lean down to hear you better. that's it.
random times when rafe wanted to please you 18+ @littlelamy (yes yes yes)
“I was thinking…” he trailed off, a teasing smirk forming on his lips.
“Thinking about what?” you asked, your heart racing.
“About making you feel good,” he said, his voice low and sultry.
𝙗𝙛!𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙚
different scenarios where bf!rafe helps you...breathe 18+ @rcsfavoritegirl (🥰->😛)
Cw: smut, smoking, praise, sweet!rafe, pet names, mating press, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering
blanket 18+ @mrsbarnesblog
your innocent intention to sit with Rafe on the balcony turns into you being spread out on top of him
movie night 18+ @mrsbarnesblog
you never imagined that a simple pair of flower-print cotton panties could make Rafe go feral and turn your innocent movie night into something entirely different.
touchy bf!rafe headcannons @bittersweetlyblue
sample: bf!rafe cameron who is constantly touching you somehow — a hand on your lower back, your thigh, your waist — like he just needs to know you’re there.
𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙗𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙮!𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙚
OAKWOOD PUB 18+ @morguesiren (hes so down bod i love it)
meeting up with rafe after your gig when you’re horny.
like a stray 18+ @e1dritchjackal0pe (#NEEDTHAT)
You always knew deep down that getting involved with the Kook prince himself would result in nothing but heartache. Unsurprisingly, like an absolute sucker you had allowed yourself to get pulled into his orbit, hook, line and sinker.
The two of you were always unlabeled, two people just trying to take the edge off; so it shouldn't have stung when you caught him with another girl on his arm. But it's completely unfair when he comes crawling back as soon as you attempt to move on.
𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙫!𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙚
pillow play 18+ @morguesiren (dont stop get it get it 😛)
perv!rafe jerks off to his best friend's sister who is humping her pillow.
𝙛𝙬𝙗!𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙚
use me 18+ @ririsaltar (spread it open and flick the bean!)
you getting bored of your toys so you use rafe instead :3
𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩!𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚!𝙙𝙤𝙢!𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙚
fav meal 18+ @ririsaltar (biting my lip while reading ts btw)
rafe eating you out like you're his favorite meal :3
𝙚𝙭!𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙚
double jeopardy 18+ @anon-188 (salivating as we speak)
jj. rafe. both your exes. both secretly promised the same thing: win the enduro, win you. but when the race ends in a crash and they show up outside your house, fists clenched and egos bruised, you decide to let them settle it another way…
𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧!𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙚
sunny days @dolliesilk (on this perfect dayyyyy)
enjoying the end of summer with goldenretriverbf!rafe!
𝙗𝙨𝙛!𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙚
letting bsf!rafe eat you out 18+ @rafescherie (i love yearning men)
your bridesmaids showing rafe spicy polaroid's at your wedding.
𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘!𝙚𝙭!𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙚
say it to his face! @isasweetie (nah idgf if hes toxic hes mine)
rafe’s not a very respectful ex. in his defence, seeing you in that little dress triggered him.
𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙤𝙮!𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙚
get to the bottom of you 18+ @itneverendshere (so you want me to cry great)
Reader doesn't believe Rafe finds her actually sexually attractive and her insecurities/bad self esteem are putting a strain on their relationship. And there is that whole ''her having a problem with him liking her, because she does not like herself so she is uncomfortable and pushes him away'' type of deal. Maybe he shots himself in the foot when she asks if he finds her attractive, and because he knows her self esteem is so low, he is trying to comfort her by answering ''Looks aren't important in life '' and she feels heartbroken.
𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚!𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙚
headcanons @phantom-mayb
roommate! rafe x reader
"and they were roommates" 18+ @phantom-mayb
TEXTING BSF!ROOMMATE!RAFE: bsf! rafe x bsf! reader, warnings : drug mention.
roommate!rafe getting you pregnant 18+ @mrsbarnesblog
can you write a fic in which Rafe and reader are like friends w benefits who are also roommates, and she’s been ignoring him for a while and he’s loosing his shit trying to figure out why. And one night he confronts her and she reveals that she’s pregnant and he’s so ecstatic that he knocked her up that he fcks her. I imagine him like telling her how he wanted to knock her up while he’s talking her through it, basically revealing how manipulative he can be.
untouchable 18+ @whorelaud
rafe guides you through your first masturbation after you told him you've never touched yourself before, his offer tempting you in ways you've never experienced before. your curiosity grows as well as your desire, leading to an intimate moment that changed things between you two.
𝙗𝙨𝙛𝙗!𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙚
caught 18+ @mrsbarnesblog
after accidentally spilling soda on your shirt while hanging out with Sarah, you go to the bathroom to wash it only to be met with her brother. freshly out of the shower.
.ᐟ cw: angst! mentions of having had sex before. fwb. the usual mention of rafe + ward strained relationship. mentions of rafe being selfish + insecure.
.ᐟ notes: one day i'll write a full fic with actual smut that isn't a little short...
you were pulling your jeans on when he finally sat up. pillow lines streaked across his cheek, his hair all bent and wrong from sleep, or sex, or both. he looked at you like he always did. like you were some kind of answer to a question he didn’t know how to ask.
you didn’t look back.
“so that’s it?” he said, voice still rough from the night.
you tugged your shirt over your head, didn’t bother fixing your hair. “yeah.”
he swung his legs over the side of the bed, elbows digging into his knees, hands clasped together like he was praying. or like he was trying not to break something.
“you’re not even gonna pretend you’re sad about it?” he asked, and the laugh that came after didn’t sound like him. too sharp. too small.
you turned, finally. leaned against the dresser and crossed your arms. “what do you want me to say, rafe? that i’m gonna miss your fingers inside me? that i’m gonna cry into my pillow because we won’t be fucking in secret anymore?”
he blinked like he didn’t recognize you. like you’d gutted him clean.
“you don’t mean that.”
you shrugged. “i don’t know, maybe i do. maybe i’m just tired of being the thing you use when you’re bored or drunk or angry at your dad.”
he stood, too fast, and the way his jaw clenched made your heart stutter, just once. he wasn’t angry. not really. just unraveling.
“is that really what you think this is?”
“i know what this is,” you snapped. “we sleep together, you leave. sometimes you stay. sometimes you say shit that almost sounds like you care. but you don’t. not really.”
rafe stepped closer. too close. his hand ghosted over your hip like he wasn’t sure if he was still allowed to touch you. “i do care,” he said, and his voice cracked like he hated himself for it.
you looked up at him and wished you were the kind of girl who could pretend. who could say sorry with a smile and let him back in again, just to feel something. but you weren’t.
“you’re selfish, rafe.” your voice was ice. “you take and take and take and you only show up when you think i’m about to disappear.”
he flinched, barely, but it was enough.
“i’m not gonna wait around for you to figure your shit out. this thing between us? it’s done.”
the silence that followed was ugly and too full. he stared at you like he wanted to shake you. or kiss you. or both.
you turned away, started toward the door.
“wait.”
you stopped, hand on the knob.
he didn’t move. he just looked at you with something broken in his face, like he was ten years old again, and somebody had just told him no for the first time.
synopsis: your friends find you about you and rafe
ever since you and your best friend rafe had begun to hook up, it was agreed that it would stay on the down low.
its not like you were embarrassed - rafe was obviously hot, and at least half the girls on the island would want to be in your position - it was more so that you didn't want it to be blown into a thing bigger than it was.
or, bigger than it was agreed to be.
besides, it took away that ever present pressure for some sort of label, or question from strangers on whether or not it was more than just friends with benefits. neither of you really felt like dealing with randoms knowing your personal business.
so, the two of you snuck around, and honestly, you preferred it.
it added to the excitement of what you two were doing. years of words unsaid, of tension thick, of teases from your friends - finally manifested into something real, something physical.
and it was bliss. true, utter bliss.
there wasn't any pressure like you had felt in your past relationships. rafe had known you since the two of you were in diapers, and he above all, was your best friend. it felt natural, and simple, in the very best way possible.
if you were honest, you had always felt like you had to preform during sex in the past. you had a big personality, so guys often assumed that carried into the bedroom, and you of course, didn't want to disappoint them, so you played it up a bit.
but with rafe? he knew who you really were behind the bite and the bark. he knew your truest self, your most naked form - before he ever really saw you naked in a sexual context.
you were able to relax when you were with him, really experience it, rather than just do it. and it was kind of a first for you - a first for both of you, really.
you expected that rafe probably felt that same pressure in bed - the guy had a reputation for himself, one he must've felt he had to uphold. you thought that maybe having sex with you was kind of a relief for him as well - to let his guard down a bit, to not feel like he has to be big bad rafe all of the time (though, some of the time its definitely appreciated).
so to summarize: rafe and your arrangement was perfect - until things started to get complicated, of course.
you, rafe, and all your friends were having out in the backyard of tannyhill. the sun set over the water, as you all laughed and drank, enjoying each others company on the warm, summer night.
you were sat between rafe and topper, both who had beers in their hands, and you, who had a red solo cup of pink whitney mixed with club soda.
you feet were propped over rafes lap, and your torso was drowning in his hoodie.
when the two of you first started hooking up, you worried that your friends would suspect something. you quickly realized that you and rafes behavior towards each other wasn't much different from how you acted before.
the two of you had always been oddly affectionate for two strictly platonic friends. one was always sleeping over at the others, always touching in some way, always together - you even went as far as to changing in front of each other.
so really, things hadn't changed that much.
rafes hand rested on your lower thigh, subconsciously rubbing his thumb over the skin that was there. you studied his expression - how his brows pitched together in concentration, how the corners of his lips twitch up when he found something amusing but didn't want to laugh, how he rubbed his jaw when he was getting antsy - all things you had noted a million times before.
knowing rafe and everything about him sometimes felt like your strange hobby, like a skill you had that nobody else possessed.
you subtly poked his knee with you foot, trying to gather his attention. his head twists over to you, and his brows slightly narrow in confusion.
you sit up a little, leaning over to talk more quietly.
"y'getting tired?" you ask, your voice low and even, not giving anything away.
rafes lips tilt up, reading you anyways. "why, y'want me to be?"
you roll your eyes. "shut up. you're so annoying, i was just asking," you huff, slumping back down.
rafe, used to your attitude, simply keeps his smirk as he now leans over to you. "what, you don't want to go up to bed? don't want me bad righ now? i mean, i was starting to get a little restless just sitting here, was kinda waiting for you to say something, but i mean, if you'd rather stay here-"
you roll your eyes again, cutting him off. "fine! whatever i guess we can go up..."
rafe chuckles as you go on, the two of you unaware of someones eyes on the two of you, narrowed in confusion and suspicion.
"yo, whats goin on over there?" your head whips at the sound of toppers loud skeptical voice.
you feel your cheeks heat under your frown and narrowed eyes, as rafes hand on your thigh halts ints movement.
"whats happening?" kelce questions, his eyes darting from topper to the the two of you.
toppers brows remain furrowed, as he studies the two of you. "yo are you two...?"
rafe cant find words under your friends skeptical gazes. you scoff, yet the tip of your ears turn pink. "the fuck are you on about, topper? too many beers?" you jaunt condescendingly, arms crossed over your chest as your brows raise challengingly.
topper rolls his eyes back. "nah, nah, don't play that shit with me. i heard you guys talking about going upstairs or some shit,"
the rest of your friends begin to question you at both at once, voices all piling on top of each other. rafe sits up abruptly, hands running down his face. "can you all shut the fuck up, please? given me a goddamn headache," he groans.
"c'mon man, give it to us straight. you two hooking up or what?" top questions.
"holy shit, yes, yes we are. can you please fucking leave us alone now?" rafe exclaims, and you instantly smack his arm. "rafe!"
rafe rolls his eyes. "they were going to find out eventually, doll. we werent exactly careful if this dumbfuck over here could spot it."
"fuck you man," topper curses but lets out a breathy chuckle as he falls back to his seat, shaking his head in disbelief.
your friend ryan lets out a laugh. "no way, the two of you? i mean, we all knew you guys were in love with each other, just never thought you would do anything about it."
you roll your eyes, cheeks pinking at the use of that funny little four letter word. "its not like that. not thats its any of you morons businesses, we're just hooking up."
kelce raises his eyebrows. "just sex?"
you nod, smug smile on your lips. "mhm."
rafes jaw clenches for reasons unknown even to him as he lets out a hum in agreement, his hand subconsciously tightening on your thigh.
your other friend peyton laughs. "yeah, right. good luck with that."
your eyes narrow, and as your open your mouth to argue, rafe stands up, taking your hand and walking towards the doors. "thanks," he says casually, "but were going up to bed. big day."
the guys laugh douche-ishly, as toppers obnoxious voice shouts, "yeah, you two have fun 'sleeping'," he teases.
you roll your eyes and give him the middle finger as rafe pulls you inside, slamming the door behind him. as soon as the two of you are alone you shove his chest.
"what the hell, rafe! i cannot believe you just told all of them!" you whisper shout.
despite your anger, rafe chuckles, not budging an inch at your push. "you gonna spend all this time yellin at me, or are y'gonna let me take you to my room?"
your expression stays angered, yet your lips shut. rafe can tell he won, and he takes a step closer, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. you feel an inclination to melt into the familiar, welcoming touch, yet you stay put.
"yeah?" he whispers into your lips after a moment of silence. you feel weak all of the sudden, yet you fight to keep your guard up, fight to keep up that fiery persona that everyone knows you so well for.
yet rafe never really fully believed it, anyways. hes always known you too well.
you nod into his hand, fingers inching towards his belt loop, pulling him closer.
rafes lips tilt up, recognition in his eyes. "yeah," he whispers, confirming your nod of approval for what it was. you feel the warmth of his palm disappear as he reaches down for your hand, interlocking your fingers as he sends you that cocky smile, (which you had grown ever so fond of) leading you up the stairs to his bedroom.
