"𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕟? 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖"
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𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: basketballcaptain!rafe x tutor!reader
𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: after rafe is late to your tutoring lesson, you decide to get revenge
𝕔𝕨: swearing, suggestive content, not proofread
𝕨𝕔: 2275
𝕒/𝕟: hi guys! this one is lowk rushed and lots of dialogue, but i really hope you enjoy it, and a part 2 will definitely be coming for this if you guys like it. thank you for engaging with my work!
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the cheers in arena were deafening- too loud for your taste. but here you were, sitting in the middle of the stands, clutching a microphone with your clammy hands as you closely watched the game. it was your first time commentating, and you were nervous as hell. tutoring wasn’t enough, it barely paid anything, but you enjoyed it. commentating, on the other hand, was more nervewracking- but the extra zeroes on the pay reeled you in. just went to show how much your college valued education in comparison to fucking basketball. why not reap the rewards then?
you watched as the team filed out of the change rooms, holding their heads up high as if they were some kings everyone should bow to. unable to help it, you rolled your eyes, finding all this worshipping of the players sickening, especially when you saw rafe cameron. he bounced the ball, basking in all his glory, and occasionally winked at the cheerleaders. god, he was so smug, and the smirk that was glued onto his face pissed you off. just like any other jock, he was a dick- one you steered clear of. not that he was actively seeking you out or anything. it’s not like anyone was. the library wasn’t exactly the hot spot for meeting guys. when you first came to university of north carolina, you’d quickly learned that this was not the place for you. being called a dumb bitch several times for simply calling guys out for their bullshit (including rafe) was not something you wanted to experience again, so you tended to only stick by your friend, haley, and kept your head down.
haley was the one who suggested commentating. she tutored alongside you and her boyfriend was on the college basketball team- the north carolina cats- and helped you get the position. you swallowed, anxiously waiting for the game start. soon enough, the ball went up, and the cats immediately took the lead. you let the other commentator take over for the first half of the match, but after some encouraging looks from haley, who was standing with the cheerleaders, you grabbed your microphone and didn’t shut up for the rest of the game. there was an odd thrill to it, something that rushed through your veins. you wouldn’t admit it out loud, but basketball was…fun.
“cameron scores again! and with that, the cats win by sixteen points, a great way to kick off the season!” you finished, the cheers of the crowd roaring through the arena. you smiled at haley, mouthing thank you. she mirrored your smile, waving her pom-poms. the arena emptied, the lack of squeaks on the floor signalling that all the players were gone. you gathered your stuff, about to head to your dorm- when you were rudely interrupted by rafe’s sweaty body towering over you.
“hey, can we talk?” he ran a hand over his buzzed hair, his face flushed. you raised an eyebrow- why did he want to talk to you? to call you a bitch again?
“what do you want?” as mentioned before, rafe was a dick. anything he wanted to talk to you about couldn’t be good.
“i need you to tutor me. coach says i can’t play if i fail. it’s fuckin’ bullshit but now i have to get my grades up.” he looked… embarrassed. rafe? rafe cameron, the captain of the basketball team, worshipped like a fucking god, was embarassed. oh, this was good.
“right. well, i’m busy. go ask someone else.” you shook your head, all of the reasons why this was a bad idea flooding your mind. you turned around, walking towards the exit when rafe’s hand wrapped around your wrist.
“wait. i’ll pay you double what you make. everyone i’ve asked can’t do it. you’re my last resort.” he let go of your wrist immediately when he saw the grimace on your face. i’ll pay you double what you make. rafe was loaded, everyone knew it, and so did you. a little extra money wouldn’t hurt, especially if it was coming from a rich jerk.
“fine. but if you’re not serious about it and here to waste my time, it’s over. give me your phone so i can type in my details.” you crossed your arms, waiting expectantly.
rafe pulled out his phone, unlocked it and handed it to you. you took it, but shoved it back to him when you saw the interesting video still open on his phone. “what the fuck, cameron? that’s gross.” you scoffed, watching as rafe laughed. fucking laughed. you shouldn’t have agreed to this.
“didn’t know you were such a prude. i’ll just get haley to text me your details. i’ll be seeing you.” and with that, rafe was gone, disappearing into the change rooms. a prude? seriously? you already regretted it, but reminded yourself that it’d all be worth it when you’d have that extra cash on you.
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you waited in the library for rafe to come; the both of you had agreed to meet up twice a week at three in the afternoon. he was late, on just your first session. what else did you expect? pulling out your phone, you dialed rafe’s number.
“hello?” his voice was drowsy through the line, as if he’d just woken up. “cameron? you’re late.” you said as the librarian glared at you for your volume. you were pissed, and it was clear.
“who’s this?” he drawled, and you hung up. you let out a frustrated sigh, and decided you were not going to let this slide. before you could stop yourself, you were at rafe’s dorm, banging on the door. it creaked open, revealing an irritated rafe. good. he should be annoyed. he rubbed his eyes, adjusting to the hallway light.
“kayla, i told you to leave me alone. it was one night, get over-” his eyes widened slightly as he saw you. he flicked his eyes back to his clock, his messy room on display.
“shit, i forgot. how ‘bout tomorrow?” he drawled, stifling a yawn. you sighed, resisting the urge to slap him and his privileged ass face.
“i can’t tomorrow. i messaged you our schedule last night.” shoving your cracked iphone in his face, you showed him the thread of messages the two of you shared last night. he leaned against the door frame, looking at the messages, confused, as if he wasn’t the one who sent them.
“right. what about the day after that? someone like you can’t have that much going on. don’t you just like, sit in your dorm all day and study?” he said. what the hell did he mean by ‘someone like you’? your mouth was slightly agape, processing the sheer ignorance of his words.
“for your information, i have a life. i was willing to take time out of said life to help you! just because i don’t like parading myself around and getting high in my free time, doesn’t mean i’m not .” you sneered at him.
“yeah, whatever you want to believe.” he snorted, his head shaking condescendingly.
“you know what? i hope you fail all your classes.” you flipped him off, not bothering to listen to whatever names he was going to call you.
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the game tonight was a big one. the ravens had always been the cats’ biggest rivals, with the cats having lost to them the most amount of times at a home game. the commentator’s chairs weren’t exactly comfortable, but you leaned back, trying to forget about how you stuffed up your encounter with rafe. no way you’d thrown away double what you usually make just because rafe pissed you off. your fingers drummed on the table, waiting for the game to start. you locked eyes with rafe, who was flirting with a cheerleader. his eyes spoke a thousand words- if they were insults. you glared at him back, but quickly focused back on setting up your microphone.
“alrighty folks, today’s game is probably the most important one of the season. we all know this rivalry goes back for years, and the question is- will the cats finally be able to win tonight?” you spoke, voice booming through the speakers. the buzzer sounded, and the ravens took the ball immediately, starting off strong. you watched as rafe scowled, visibly frustrated with his teammates. it brought a smile to your lips, seeing him like this, and you decided to ruin his mood further, with subtle digs at his performance as captain- not enough to go unnoticed, but subtle enough to pass off as regular commentary.
“and the ravens are in the lead by twenty two points! will captain rafe cameron be able to get his team in check? or will the cats have to suffer another crushing defeat from the ravens?” the way rafe’s face twitched in anger was all the encouragement you needed.
after multiple whistle blows, three pointers and glares from rafe, the game was clear. cats were in no way going to win- and when the final buzzer sounded, you closed off the commentary with a winning smile despite the loss.
“the cats have officially broken the record for the largest loss against the ravens, the previous loss of fourteen points being replaced by a whopping twenty-seven. a devastating loss, with the cameron-lead team unwillingly adding another win for the ravens in the books. that’s all from me, have a goodnight and stay safe out there.” the arena was almost empty, but the person your closing commentary was for had heard everything- and he did not look happy.
rafe stormed off into the change rooms, slamming the door behind him. you were even now, for him wasting your time and calling you a bitch.
the walk to your dorm was cut short when someone’s cold hands grabbed you and dragged you inside the men’s change rooms. oh shit. the excitement of heading back to your safe haven and curling up with your book evaporated, replaced by slight fear as your back hit the wall.
“you think that was funny, huh? fuckin’ insulting my game while I’m on court? just because you couldn’t handle me missing one session?” he spat, standing so close that you could smell his sweat.
“you deserved it. you insulted me on top of wasting my time! it’s not my fault your precious ego couldn’t handle the truth.” you shot back. your breathing was in sync with his, his blue eyes boring into yours. the silence was deafening, the tension so thick you could cut through it. his arm was outstretched, his hand resting just above your head. the closeness had made you aware of how very shirtless he was, his sculpted abs on display. your eyes flicked down for a slight second, mouth running dry. god, why was it so hot in here? your breath quickened, eyes focusing back on his.
“the truth? fuck you.” he snarled, his voice raspy. your lips quirked, a smirk spreading on your face. you cocked your head to the side, smiling innocently up at him. “really, cameron? that’s the best you can do? ‘fuck you’? you need to broaden that vocabulary of yours- and honestly, sounds like you want to.” you shook your head in mock disappointment.
“why? do you want me to?” he whispered, lips grazing your ear as he leaned down. you felt heat rush through your cheeks, heart pounding in your chest. your mouth fell open, your mind searching for a response. you licked your lips, about to close your mouth when rafe’s thumb parted your lips.
“no, you see, you don’t get to go all silent on me now. where’s all that commentary gone, hm?” his smirk was vicious. so vicious, in fact, that you had to fight the urge to kiss it off his stupidly hot face. his hand moved from the wall to the base of your neck, crawling up to tangle in your hair. “tell me what you want.” his mouth moved towards your neck, his voice low.
“i want… i want you to meet me in the library tomorrow at three.” you gasped as he kissed down your jaw, excitement spreading through you. “mhm, what else?” he murmured against your jaw.
“i want you to pay me triple.” your hands reached for his shoulders, desperate get closer to him. he moved up, pressing his lips to yours. he hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around him as your lips melted into his, eliciting soft gasps from you. you interlocked your arms around his neck, back still pressed to the wall. “triple? consider it done.” he yanked your hair, forcing your neck up as he moved down, his cold hand slipping under your shirt . “fuck.” he grunted as you squeezed your legs around him. “i want… wait, i want… you need to be at every… session.” his mouth moved onto yours again, making it harder for you to speak. “will every session be like this?” he smiled against you.
“shut up.” your forehead leaned against his, and you watched his eyes shut as you squeezed your legs again. the two of you breathed in tandem, chests rising and falling at the same rapid rate. he lowered you down as you smoothed down your messy hair. “god, you smell like shit.” you breathed out, laughing slightly.
“you didn’t seem to mind a couple of seconds ago.” he licked his lips, smirking. you rolled your eyes as you pushed past him and grabbed the bag you ditched when he pulled you into the men’s rooms. “three o’clock tomorrow. don’t be late.” and with that, you were gone.
rafe needed a cold shower.
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