fwb!rafe & avoidant!reader. you always make it habit to sneak off every morning before he wakes up, but this time he finally catches you. inspired by dean & allie ♡
RAFE CAMERON loves cuddling after sex. it always becomes a problem the next morning when you wake up with your limbs tangled together and find yourself trying to sneak out of his bed.
sunlight pours through the gaps in his curtains, bright enough to sting behind your eyelids. ever since the two of you established whatever this arrangement is, your body clock has learned the right time to wake up. it doesn't even matter how late you fall asleep or how sore you feel the following morning.
the first thing you notice is the arm wrapped around your waist. then his leg draped heavily over yours.
his body is warm against your back. you can feel his breath brushing the crown of your head. the two of you have spent enough nights together that none of it should feel unusual anymore. and yet, it still does.
you remain where you are for several minutes, staring at the wall and considering your options until the silence begins to stretch.
carefully, you draw your knees toward your chest and slide your leg free from beneath his.
the first obstacle is dealt with, but his arm is more difficult.
you place your hand over his wrist and wait to see if the mere touch of your skin is enough to wake him up, but nothing happens. rafe has always been a heavy sleeper. it's one of the few things that makes sneaking out easier than it should be.
slowly, you curl your fingers around his wrist and begin lifting his arm away from your waist.
just when it's completely off of you, his arm wraps around you again. he pulls you firmly against his chest and buries his hand under your weight, securing you firmly in place.
his leg also returns to its previous position, caging yours underneath him. any progress you made disappears immediately.
you close your eyes.
behind you, rafe takes a long breath and presses his face deeper into your hair, "running away again?"
your entire body goes rigid.
"i was just... going to get some water."
"liar."
heat rushes into your face.
you hear the smile in his voice.
a moment later, the mattress dips beneath his weight as he rolls you onto your back. when you finally open your eyes again, he's hovering over you, one arm planted beside your head and the other still looped around your waist.
his hair is a mess, and there's a slight crease pressed into his cheek from the pillow. it's the most harmless he ever looks.
"why don't you ever spend the morning with me?"
you blink, "but i do."
"no, you don't."
"well, i'm here, aren't i?"
"smart ass," he scoffs, "you spent the night here, that's different." his hand brushes against your bare waist absentmindedly.
you turn your head to the side to avoid his gaze as much as your current position will allow. "it's really not." you reply softly.
"actually, it is." the mattress creak as he settles more of his weight onto one elbow, "every time you wake up, you act like you're—i don't know—escaping a crime scene."
despite yourself, a laugh slips out.
rafe immediately points at you. "see? right there."
you pause, "the hell are you talking about now?"
"please, you always laugh when you know i'm right." you roll your eyes while his grin widens. it's impossible not to notice how awfully pleased he looks with himself.
"rafe, c'mon, you're being ridiculous."
"and you're avoiding the question."
you sigh, "rafe." you notice his grin has faded away and suddenly, you find the ceiling very interesting, "we already spend enough time together."
"that's not an answer."
"well, it's the only one you're getting."
he reaches over and takes your hand. the gesture is so casual that it almost catches you by surprise.
his fingers slide between yours as though they belong there. you slowly try to pull your hand away, but he only tightens his grip.
"see?" he says again.
"what exactly am i supposed to be seeing?"
"you do this every time," he almost sounds exhausted, "every time we do something other than fuck, you're always acting like you wanna leave or some shit."
you don't even know what to say to that, so you simply stare at him. his thumb brushes once across your knuckles. the room is quiet except for the distant sound of waves outside.
"i'm still here though."
"yeah... for now anyway." he shifts back onto the bed and lies on top of you until his face is buried in your neck, "jus' stay a little longer."
your chest tightens, "you're very needy for someone who just went five rounds last night."
rafe laughs, "shut up."
he digs his face deeper into the crook of your neck and breathes in your scent. he likes that you smell like him. he likes it even better knowing his pillows and sheets will continue to carry your scent long after you leave.
"just thirty more minutes."
you narrow your eyes, "you're seriously negotiating with me this early in the morning?"
"you didn't say no, so is that a yes?" rafe's smile only grows.
somehow, despite spending the last ten minutes trying to leave, you remain exactly where you are.
older brother's best friend!rafe cameron × sweetheart!reader
“if anything happens to her, i'm blaming you."
your brother says it as a joke. rafe doesn’t laugh. "got it."
he's twenty-four. you're twenty which means he's been around your house for years. movie nights, family barbecues, christmas, everyone’s birthdays.
he's always just... there. another son to your parents. another brother to you. except somewhere along the way... he stopped feeling like one.
you still call him "rafe."
everyone else has started noticing you say his name softer than everyone else's.
he notices too. your brother never thinks twice when he says — "hey, sweetheart, rafe's already heading into town. go with him." or "rafe, can you pick her up? my meeting ran late." or "take my sister with you."
it's become so normal that nobody questions it. except... rafe's beginning to. he keeps finding excuses to make every drive home take twice as long.
"want ice cream?"
"...it's november. yes."
you don't realise he's memorised your coffee order. or that he keeps hair ties in his glovebox because you always forget yours.
or that every time you text your brother asking where he is... your brother just forwards the message to rafe.
one afternoon you're both at your parents' house. your brother's inside. you're outside trying to reach a box from the garage shelf. you stand in your tiptoes, yet still too short.
a hand reaches over your shoulder. takes the box down effortlessly. you turn. he's... close. really close. "thanks."
"mhm."
neither of you moves. until "OI!" your brother's voice makes both of you jump apart. "...what are you two doing?"
"getting decorations."
"looked pretty intense."
"...it was a heavy box."
it becomes a running joke. everyone teases you. "look, your shadow's here." because wherever you are rafe somehow ends up there too.
he starts noticing little things. the guy at the café flirting with you. the stranger who stands too close in line. your date who doesn't open your car door.
he never says anything. he just... stands a little closer.
"you jealous?" his friend asks one night after watching him stare holes through a guy talking to you.
"no. i just don't like him."
"you've never met him."
"don't need to."
your mother absolutely adores him. “rafe, sweetheart, can you carry this?”
"rafe, darling, dinner's almost ready."
"rafe, you're practically family."
every time she says it... his stomach twists. that's exactly the problem.
it’s your birthday. your brother buys you flowers from the supermarket.
rafe spends three weeks secretly hunting down the first edition of your favourite novel because he remembered you mentioning it once.
you cry. your brother frowns. "...why's she crying over a book?"
rafe knows why. he was listening.
then comes the beach bonfire. everyone's drinking, music's loud. you get cold. before you even say anything... a hoodie lands over your shoulders.
it smells like cedarwood and laundry detergent. you look up. he's already looking away. your brother notices.
he notices everything.
later that night your brother walks into the kitchen & finds rafe washing dishes.
"...you like her."
rafe freezes. "...what?"
"my sister."
"...don't." it's barely a whisper. "don't say it."
if someone else says it out loud he can't pretend it isn't true anymore.
your brother doesn't even look angry. he just sighs. "how long? rafe."
"...i don't know."
which is a lie. he knows exactly when it happened. the day you fell asleep in the passenger seat after a three-hour drive. head against the window. holding the coffee he'd bought you.
he looked over and realised he'd spend the rest of his life driving if it meant you kept looking that peaceful.
the next week...your brother hands him the spare key to your apartment. "she keeps locking herself out."
"...you trust me with this?"
"course i do. that's what makes this so bloody difficult."
the man who trusts him most has no idea the only thing rafe wants is the one thing he promised himself he'd never touch.
summary; rafe is the president of the biggest party frat on greek row, and his sweetheart girlfriend meets his frat brothers for the first time, under less than great circumstances.
warnings; veryyyyyy ooc rafe (like sue me), sensitive!reader, slightly smut at the end but barely, so it would make me more comfy if mdni!
Rafe's hand was tight on your thigh while he drove you guys to the library on campus. Your english lit books stuffed into your tote, and your uggs snug on your feet as you prepared to have a full studying day with Rafe.
You were already sceptical of the idea the second he brought it up. He pushed the proposed study date the second you refused to hang out with him until your lit final was out of the way.
Rafe was smart sure, majoring in finance and on his way to securing a high position after graduation. However, he wasn't the most academic person you had come across, preferring study the playbooks for his next football game.
So, you knew not much focused study could come from his day, but your boyfriend refused to not see you for the 2 weeks until your final was over.
He picked you up in his far to massive truck, getting out of the drivers side to kiss you good morning and lift you up into the passenger seat next to him.
He was tapping the beat of the music that echoed out of his car speakers, a backwards cap resting on his head and his lettermans jacked slung over his broad shoulders.
You listened to him babble on and on about him and his fraternity brothers recent escapades on campus. A story about how they climbed up the flag pole that stood in the middle of the college and tied their fraternity flag to the top of it in the middle of the night.
His smirk was bright on his face, perking up when you laughed at his recount of that night. You lifted your pale pink water bottle out of his cup holder that you always kept there, remembering you filled it up only the day before.
What you didn't recall though, was the fact that you hadn't screwed the top all the way. Meaning, when you brought it over to your body, it spilled all over you before you could lift it up to your lips.
Rafe turned his head swiftly at your squeal, your waterbottle now empty in your hand and its contents all over you.
The water covered nearly the whole front of your top, the white fabric of your baby tee now turning see through due to the liquid, revealing the lace pink bra you threw on before leaving your dorm.
"Shit, baby" Rafe sighed, watching as your eyes went glossy as the tears rose through you.
It would be an understatement if you said you cried often. But with all stress pushing a heavy weight on you due to your looming final, you couldn't help but cry over spilt water.
Rafe's eyes went back to the road, pulling into an empty space and parking.
"Hey, hey. Don't cry. Please don't cry." He begged, bringing his hand up to your cheek and wiping a stray tear that had fallen. He turns away, rummaging around his truck to see if he could find anything to dry you with.
"Rafe, its cold" you whisper, cringing at how whiny your voice sounded. This would be the only moment in your life you regretted how well your water bottle kept your water cold.
Rafe's hands continued to search his glove box and console, failing to find anything but old receipts and sonny angels you had left in his car.
"Shit" He whispered, looking back at you and then the area he had pulled over in. "The frat is not even 2 minutes away, we can run in and get you a dry shirt, yeah?"
You nodded swiftly, any anxious thoughts about entering his frat failing to enter your mind as the feeling of your shirt sticking to your chest and shivers rushing through you overtook your senses.
Rafe pulled his truck out rather dangerously fast, the hand that wasn't gripping the steering wheel finding your hand to clutch it tightly.
His large hand swallowed yours, grounding you as the sensation of your sticky shirt clung to your like a life line. Your tucked your lip under your teeth to halt its relentless wobbling as the tears ran softly down your cheeks.
Okay, maybe your brother was right when she said you were a crybaby.
Rafe turned his head over to look out through his rear window, pulling in to his carpark at his frat, the 'Fraternity President' sign standing proudly at the front of the car space.
He turned off the engine, unbuckling his seatbelt and hopping out of his seat. Rafe walked around to your side, opening the door and reaching over to unbuckle your seat belt before placing his hands on your waist and effortlessly lifting you of his truck.
The fall breeze sent goosebumps down your thighs, nipping at the wet fabric of your shirt and threatening your teeth to chatter at the cold.
He held your hand once more as he guided you up the cobblestone walk way that brought you to the stairs that lead to his fraternity.
Your head craned up to the view of the massive house that stood on greek row. Large white columns stood in your view, vast windows spread across the walls, black greek symbols decorated the space that met the roof proudly.
You and Rafe had only been dating for 2 months now, preferring to stay in the cozy four walls of your dorm than his fraternity that was decorated by littered red solo cups and empty beer bottles.
It would be a lie to say Rafe wasn't putting off introducing you to his frat brothers. He wasn't embarrassed of you, far from it.
He loved his friends, alot. But he was, well, maybe just a tad worried they would scare you off.
You weren't in a sorority. You didn't frequent greek row for the weekend parties. You topped nearly all of your classes, spending the weekends cozied up with your roommate eating ice cream and clad in silk pyjamas.
Rafe knew you were too good for him. Too smart. Too pretty. Too pure.
His thoughts were interrupted as you stood at the front door that lead into his fraternity. Rafe reached into the pocket of his letterman jacket, pulling out his key card and moving to push it against the reader on the front door.
"Rafe, wait." You gasped, pulling your hand out of his and stepping back. He turned to you, looking down at your eyes that stared back up at him.
"Look at me" You voiced, his gaze following your hands that swept over your frame. He hadn't noticed during his frantic haze to do anything to cease your tears how your white shirt was fully see-through, your bra fully now visible.
His lips upturned into a smirk, raking his eyes up and down your frame. "Yeah, i am. And i'm loving it"
You reached up and smacked his shoulder, not finding this situation as amusing as he was.
"Ok, ok. Sorry baby. Here"
He shrugged his letterman jacket off his frame, resting it over your shoulders as the smell of his Cologne clouded your sense. You interested your arms into the jacket, the fabric nearly swallowing you whole as you used it to bring around your front and cover your shirt.
Rafe's hand was clasped into yours once again, his biceps straining against his navy tee as he pressed unlocked the door with his key card.
"Ok, We just gotta run up to my room real quick. We'll be in and out." He voiced, turning to give you a searing kiss on your cheek.
You were surprised to find the house rather cleaner than you expected. Rafe told you that there was a party here last night, that he kindly described as "Shit"
You half expected to see drunk guys passed out on the floor and empty liquor bottles resting on every surface.
But the floor was free from unconscious bodies and suspicious liquids. However, remnants of the night before still remained through the folded up ping pong table resting on the wall and trash bags brimming with beer cans waiting to be taken out at the door.
"Rafey! Back so soon?" A voice cheered, the floorboards of the stairs creaking as a body bounded down them.
A blonde boy only clad in checkered pyjama pants appeared in your view only seconds later, his expression dropping and his eyes found yours before darting back to Rafe.
"Oh my god!" The boy gasped, dramatically bringing his hands up to his mouth in exaggerated shock. "You're real!"
Your brows furrowed at the statement, looking up at Rafe next to you who was rolling his eyes. "Fuck off Top" Rafe spoke, his hand dragging down his face as an amused smile painted his lips.
"Well, Are you gonna finally introduce me?" The boy spoke, looking at Rafe expectantly.
Rafe rolled his eyes once more, looking down at you adoringly.
"This is Topper. Topper, This is my girlfriend" Rafe spoke, finishing of the sentence with your name. You smiled as the boy suddenly brought you into a bounding hug, grinning from ear to ear as he released you.
"We were starting to think our Rafe made you up!" Topper smiled, putting his hands up in surrender as Rafe placed his hand against his chest and pushed him away from you.
"Nope, I'm pretty real the last time i checked" You voiced, laughing softly.
"Hey, you're funny. I like you" Topper smiled, pointing at you jokingly.
"Ok, This was fun." Rafe stated sarcastically, reaching his hand to rest on the small of your back and guiding you up the stairs.
"Hey! The other boys are gonna want to meet her!" Topper yelled behind you, Rafe not even looking back as he replied with a middle finger directed back at Topper.
Rafe had never been more glad all of his friends were to hungover from the night before to leave their rooms.
"He's nice!" You whispered to Rafe as you two walked up the stairs as he lead you to his dorm. Rafe looked down at you, a smirk still present on his lips.
"He's annoying"
You smiled back, hearing the adoration thick in his tone despite his statement.
Rafe guided you down the long hallway of doors, reaching the end and using his keycard once more to open the door to his room. Pushing you inside softly and closing the door behind him.
His room was exactly what you pictured. Somehow messy but still clean.
It smelled exactly like him, like cologne and the soft scent of his occasional cigarettes he indulged in when stressed. Occasional picture frames decorated his dresser and desk, pictures of him and his friends holding up a football trophy and him and his little sisters when they were little.
One frame caught your eye, the only one that rested on his bed side table. In it, was you. Not even aware of the camera as Rafe shot the picture.
You remember that day vividly, because it was the day Rafe asked you to be his girlfriend.
A flower crown rested softly on your head, the sun kissing your skin as you looked up through the trees in the field Rafe took you to, an hour drive out of campus.
You stood out like a sore thumb in the muted tones of his room, standing awkwardly before Rafe rested you down on his haphazardly made bed, quickly going to rummage around in his draws for a shirt for you to wear.
You watched him as he found one, shutting his dresser draw before walking over to you.
He looked down at you intently as he lifted his letterman jacket of you, instructing you after the fact to lift your arms up.
You couldn't help but bite your lip as he peeled the still soaking wet top off of you slowly, watching as his eyes drifted down to your chest now only clad in your bra.
He reached for the top, halting as you suddenly spoke. "Rafe, wait"
You reached for his hand, guiding it slowly to the clasp of your bra on your back. "It's soaking too"
Rafe ticked his jaw at your statement, running his tounge over his teeth at your teasing.
He couldn't help but lean down to catch your lips in a heated kiss, swiftly unclasping your bra before pulling back and staring at your bare chest.
You pulled further away from his, reaching for the shirt he brought you and putting it on.
"You're such a fucking tease" He gasped, embarrassed his hard on was growing under his grey sweats further at the sight of you in his grey football shirt. Your college logo etched on the front and the list of the championship winning team on the back, his name proudly stamped first under Quaterback.
You giggled softly at his statement, reaching up to pull the collar of his tee-shirt and guiding him down to your lips once more.
His hands rested heavily on your thighs, picking you up effortlessly to switch positions so he was now sat at the foot of his bed. You now sat on his lap and bringing your legs around to straddle him.
Your hands lifted up to rest on his jaw, your tongues now interlocking as you made out.
He brought his hands down to the waistband of your leggings, hooking his fingers under the fabric as his touch left a searing heat on your skin.
You pulled out of the kiss, causing him to groan at the lose of contact. "I'm glad i could finally meet one of your friends." You sighed, out of breath as you rested your forehead onto his.
"Yeah? Me too." He smiled, feeling a weight now being pulled of his shoulders that he didn't even know was there.
He leaned forward once more to catch your lips in another kiss, the feeling of your ass on his dick making the tent in his pants grow even harder.
But the feeling was short lived, as you two were swiftly taken out of your little bubble.
The sound of fists banging on his door boomed through his room, making you jump and lift yourself off his lap and stand up straight.
"Rafe! We know she's in there" "Let us meet her!" "C'mon bro!" "Topper got to, It's not fair!" "Open up!"
Rafe rolled his eyes at the sound of his friends yelling through the door, lifting himself off his bed and adjusting his dick in his pants.
🎥 tiktok caption: what my military husband eats in a day before deployment! 🥹🤍🇺🇸 he’s bulking (i think??) and literally eats more than me and the kids combined lol
clip one: you’re standing in the kitchen, camera angled at the counter. you set down a plate with like six scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and a mountain of hash browns.
rafe walks past shirtless in sweats, rubbing his face, mumbling “don’t film me, baby” before grabbing the whole plate like it’s nothing.
clip two: lunch. you set down a giant sandwich — turkey, cheese, lettuce, mayo, the works — but then pan to rafe adding two more sandwiches to his plate. he smirks at the camera, mouth full, and goes, “what? i need fuel.”
clip three: mid-afternoon “snack.” it’s basically another meal: a protein shake the size of your forearm, a whole pack of beef jerky, and like… three granola bars. rafe walks in from the garage (still sweaty from his workout), downs the shake in one go, and mutters, “this isn’t even gonna hold me.”
clip four: dinner. you’ve made pasta with meatballs, garlic bread, salad. the kids have little bowls. you pan over to rafe’s plate and it’s like… half the pot of pasta. he’s already twirling it up with his fork, looking way too pleased with himself.
he notices the camera and points his fork at you: “don’t put this on the internet.” (you, of course, do.)
clip five (bonus): dessert. you’re cutting a slice of cake for yourself and the kids. then the camera pans to rafe’s slice — which is like a quarter of the whole cake. he grins with chocolate on his lip and goes, “what? i’m leaving tomorrow, let me live.”
comment section:
@/militarywifey4life: girl the way he ate that cake 😭😭 stay strong queen, ur grocery bill must be insane
@/proteinprincess: no cause he’s eating like 6,000 cals EASY. bulking season never ends for him huh 💀
@/hometownhoney: “don’t film me, baby” >>> men in love always fold like this 🥹🫶
@/kaylaaaa: the kids eating their tiny bowls and him with HALF THE PASTA… iconic 🍝😂
@/armybrat93: nah fr this is so real. my dad was in the army and used to eat like this too omg
@/domesticdreams: “what? i need fuel.” sir you are not a ford f150 😭😭😭
@/emilyscoffees: tell him thank u for his service AND his metabolism 🙏
@/notmyproblem: girl be careful he’s gonna be eating MREs for 6 months thinking about ur garlic bread rn 😩
IN WHICH RAFE CAMERON TAKES CARE OF HIS GIRL WHILE SHES DRUNK!
(ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴀɢᴇ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ, ᴄᴜssɪɴɢ, ᴘᴇᴛɴᴀᴍᴇs)
Rafe Cameron had the liberty of buying himself drinks without needing an explanation. Everyone who worked at the Country Club knew Ward Cameron and, therefore, that Rafe was legally allowed to drink as much as he liked.
Well, his girlfriend, on the other hand, wasn’t old enough. She had turned 18 just a few months ago. But being under the legal drinking age rarely stopped anyone from drinking. Bonfires and keg parties all harbored drinks for minors, which, yes, is nothing to be proud of, but come on- we all live once, right?
Well, Y/N definitely lived by that motto, hence the fifth… maybe seventh drink that night, all on the tab of Ward Cameron.
Rafe had ordered a bottle of whiskey, and she had helped herself to half of it. It was his fault she got carried away. He was so busy with Topper and Kelce that he didn’t give her any attention, and what is a girl supposed to do?
Her dazed eyes watched as Rafe played poker.
“Rafeyy…” she mumbled, resting her head on his shoulder.
He hummed in response but still didn’t spare her a glance, given it was his turn.
“I’m hungry,” she said, leaving a peck on Rafe’s neck.
That got him to turn to her. Seeing the look on her face, he put his cards on the table and stood up, his hands on her sides as he lifted her up as well.
“How much have you had to drink, baby?” he mumbled in her ear.
“Uhm… five or seven. Not much,” she muttered back into his ear, giggling before resting her head against the crook of his neck.
He shook his head, holding back a small smile.
“Yo, Rafe, you gon’ play or what?” Kelce yelled from the table.
“No, I’m gonna leave now. Y’all continue doing y’all’s shit,” he said, waving at them before looking back at the girl in his arms. “Come on, let’s get you into the car.”
She beamed up at him while his hands rested on the small of her back, guiding her gently.
“Rafee, you look so pretty,” she said, her finger coming up and trailing along his jaw.
He looked down at her, shaking his head.
“Yeah, I should’ve given you attention when you asked for it.”
She just hummed in return.
Twenty minutes later, she was asleep in his Range Rover, snoring lightly while Rafe drove to the nearest fast-food drive-through per her request.
“Baby,” he started, gently shaking her awake.
She mumbled something incoherent under her breath before slowly blinking her eyes open.
“Hmm?” she hummed.
“What do you want to eat?”
That made her snap upright immediately.
“Burgerss, and fries, and a milkshake, and some nuggets,” she began counting everything on her fingers.
“Everything times two,” she finished, making him raise an eyebrow at her.
“What do you mean? You’re gonna eat all that?” he asked.
She snapped her head toward him.
“For your information, I was also ordering for you. But even if I wasn’t, do you have a problem?” she asked, her own eyebrows now raised.
“No, baby. I love you the way you are,” he hummed.
She smiled at that and jumped up, kissing all over his face.
(Sweet little story after the last one xx also part two of it is in progress!! Tag-list is open!)
𝜗𝜚 summary : rafe has been trying to get you alone for far too long and now that he finally has, he won't give the moment up for anything.
𝜗𝜚 words : 2.3k
𝜗𝜚 c!w : smut, humping, thigh riding, public!sex, finger sucking, risk of being caught, praise kink, kinda degradation kink.
part 1, part 2.
days had passed since the incident with rafe cameron and the boy who's name you didn't wish to remember.
this time, you hadn't gone out of your way to avoid the boy but instead went back to normal, almost as if nothing had happened between you two at all. you sat on the couch of tannyhill, giggling at something on sarah's phone with your legs crossed.
now, that simply wouldn't do.
rafe had been eager for a minute alone with you which seemed almost impossible when his sister was hanging off your side every minute you spent at tannyhill.
he was sitting on the living room couch, the one across from you both, scrolling on his own phone, a finger to his mouth as he gnawed at the completely bitten down nail.
his eyes kept travelling over to you, skimpy little summers dress clinging to your form while the skirt part began to ride up your thighs as you moved against the couch.
dirty thoughts swarmed his head, thoughts that shouldn't be repeated out loud. thoughts that shouldn't have been in his head to begin with.
he thought he was sure to be damned to hell for the things he was thinking.
and then, ironically enough, the gods seemed to smile down on him. it was as if all of his prayers had been answered and every beg and grovel had finally been listened to by an angel.
the angel who's name was wheezie, standing in the living room door frame. "sarah." wheezies hair was a mess, thrown into a bun with loose strands of hair sticking out every which way, she looked tired, so awfully tired and dreadful as she stared forward at her sister who's head instantly snapped up. "please help me. i'm trying clean out my wardrobe but it's too much."
a laugh fell from sarah's mouth. "no way. it's your mess, clean it yourself."
but that was when wheezie's arms crossed over her chest, cocking a brow. "I'm sorry, who covered for you and topper last night?"
"wheezie!" sarah exasperated, glancing out into the hallway. ward and rose were upstairs but sarah still didn't wish for them to hear about the late night activities she'd been getting up to with her boyfriend.
defeated, she turned her head back to you, who was sitting so sweetly on the couch, that same sickly sweet smile crawling up on your features. you liked watching the cameron siblings interact, even if it wasn't always so pleasant, there was something oddly homely about it. "'s okay, sarah, 'm fine down here."
"okay." she sighed, getting up from the couch. "okay, you just―just hang out for a while and i'll be down soon, okay?" she watched you nod. "okay, come on, let's get this over with."
and suddenly, tension ran thick through the air.
it was you and rafe, alone.
his legs were spread apart on the armchair he was seated on, eyes running up and down your body. you seemed to notice your dress riding up and instantly tugged it down with pink cheeks. you swallowed thickly. "I, uhm―i wanted to say thank you." your eyes finally looked up to reach his.
the minute he heard your voice, his phone was turned off and tossed away. his head cocked to the side. "what for?" teasing. for he knew exactly what for.
you squirmed in your place. "for everything you did with max."
"didn't seem too grateful when you ran away, hm?" he didn't mean the bitter words that slipped from his lips. he watched the way you hung your head low, eyes glassing over. instantly, a kind of guilt washed over him and he leaned back further into the chair. "c'mere." and he patted his thigh, watching your eyes flicker down. you glanced out to the hallway and he had to roll his eyes. "'s okay, nobody'll see you. they're all too busy."
you did as you were told, crossing the room and landing in his lap.
there was something so sensational about being in his lap again.
memories flooded your head, pictures and images of you and he, in this same predicament inside his bedroom, his lips tainting yours. you couldn't help but latch your eyes onto his lips.
"you wanna tell me why you keep runnin' away, hm?" you don't answer, eyes searching anywhere but his face. he doesn't allow it, turning you slowly towards him once again. "asked you a question, sweetheart."
you fought words inside your mouth, all threatening to come tumbling out. "was scared." is all he's met with.
"scared of what?" his head dips, his eyes trying to reach yours, trying to look in and gauge your emotions. "scared of me?"
you shook your head, fingers reaching out to trail across the fabric of his sweater. "i... liked it when you kissed me." you admitted and he watched as a blush fell across your face, red reaching the tips of your ears. "i liked it a lot but 'was scared that sarah would find out 'n i don't―"
"sarah doesn't need to know anything." he answers quickly. "besides, who you kiss..." his fingers trailed across your bottom lip, sucking in his own bottom one between his teeth as he gazed down at them, sweet like honey. "is none of her business, yeah?"
you nodded too quickly, too eagerly, too convinced by his words too quickly. "'m sorry, rafe, 'm really sorry."
"think i know how you can make it up t'me." his fingers left your lips and placed themselves against your hips. "you wanna make it up to me?"
"yes, please." came out too swiftly.
he couldn't help but smirk at your eagerness. "'m gonna kiss you again, okay?" and suddenly, you could feel heat pooling in the bottom of your stomach. he leaned in, his breaths falling hot against your face, his scent filling your senses. and just as his lips brushed against your own, he whispered. "you gotta promise me something first, 'kay?"
you licked your wet lips. "anything." wanting nothing more than for rafe to lean in and seal the kiss. you'd do anything he ever asked.
"no runnin' away this time." his fingers pinched at your jaw, holding it so your eyes could reach his. "you want this? you take it 'n you don't go pushin' me away again, alright?" a curt nod. "words, princess."
"promise." you spoke quickly. "promise, rafe, please."
his lips quirked.
but he didn't keep you waiting.
when his lips crashed into yours, you were very aware of the fact that you were sitting on the couch of tannyhill, the living room door wide open. all it took was for ward or sarah to come down the stairs and they'd see what you'd been up to.
they'd see that you weren't such a good girl after all.
but you couldn't seem to care.
you were too focused on his hot hot lips, tongue slipping into your mouth as he deepened the kiss, hands pinching at your waist, holding you in place.
your mind began to unravel, all you could think about was him. rafe cameron. you were sitting on his lap, kissing him, again. and you swore it was a feeling unlike any feeling you'd ever felt in your entire life. it was making you so desperate, so messy, so wet.
and you were sure he could feel it too. he tugged on your waist, rolling your hips against him.
you let a whimper be swallowed by his mouth.
his lips finally broke from yours for air but he didn't allow himself enough to fully regain his breath before they were latched beneath your jaw, sucking and kissing harshly.
again, he rolled your hips. you weren't sure if it was him moving you or you doing it by yourself now. you could feel him growing hard beneath you, you could feel him pressing himself up against your clothed pussy and all you could think about was how much you needed everything off.
you needed to feel him, skin to skin.
it seemed so close yet stretched so far away.
his hands ran up the skin of your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress up as he went. "r-rafe." you whimpered out, head turning to the door. "someone could see―"
"'s what you asked for, isn't it?" his hands were rough against you, tugging the dress upwards, not caring for the family who remained upstairs. "isn't it?"
you swallowed thickly. "yes." you stammered out. "b-but―"
"you still wanna make it up to me, don't you?" his brows knitted together in this false sense of sadness, as if you'd done something awful to the poor man. you'd felt suddenly guilty for even suggesting that you stop.
you felt yourself ease against him, your own brows pinching together. "'m sorry, rafe, swear 'm sorry. i'll do anything, jus' please don't be angry―"
"'m not angry." he assures you, fingers brushing up and down your thighs, inching too high. "jus' need you to do something f'me, can you do that, sweetheart?" you were nodding like a puppy, eager to do anything he would ask of you. he maneuvered you so you were situated on one of his spread thighs and not his lap anymore. "y'gonna rub yourself on my thigh like the pathetic good girl you are, okay?"
you'd never done anything like this before.
suddenly you began to panic. "rafe, someone'll hear 'n―"
"nobody'll hear you, baby, jus' gotta be nice 'n quiet, yeah?" you still looked hesitant, top teeth clamping down on your bottom lip. "would make me feel so good, princess 'n you jus' wanna make me feel good, isn't that right? yeah, baby, jus' wanna make rafe feel good, you're such a good girl, aren't you?"
and you don't know how, why, or when but suddenly, you're doing just what he told you.
your hips are stuttering as they move against his jeans, you can feel your panties growing wetter and wetter with every jolt of movement.
rafe doesn't appear to be doing much, hands skillfully moving your hips while he leans back against the armchair.
"there you go, good girl." his cock twitched in his jeans, watching your hesitant, shy face as you moved oh so slowly on his jeans. "lift your hips f'me, sweetheart." you did as you were told, pausing to lift yourself up from his thigh. his hand moved beneath you, tugging your panties to the side and rubbing gentle circles against your clit.
"oh." fell so sweetly from your lips that to anybody else, it would have appeared almost innocent. but rafe was well aware of how dirty you really were.
he landed you back on his thigh, letting you rub yourself against him, this time, it was your bare pussy that ran up and down his jean-clad thigh.
he groaned at the sight of you, free hand coming down to fix his situation that was suddenly growing in his pants. he pulled at the jeans slightly, trying to make his growing bulge less noticeable but there was simply too much to hide.
your eyes cast down to his hand, then to the bulge and you found a little whimper leaving your mouth.
his eyes studied your face, watching you lick your already wet lips and rubbing yourself against him a little quicker. sweet, poor, innocent, you was so turned on by his growing dick. and he could feel it by the dampness of his jeans turning wet hot
you really were filthy.
a particularly loud whine left your lips and rafe realised that perhaps it wasn't a smart idea to start this whole thing off while his whole family was home.
but he couldn't stop now. that'd be cruel. especially seeing how worked up he'd gotten you.
he trailed his fingers up to your lips and tapped on your chin.
you didn't even need to be told, you simply opened up. he stuck his digits right in, feeling your flat tongue against them and spit coating them.
"so filthy, baby." he uttered so softly, as if he were complimenting you. "what'll we do with you, huh?" you only whimpered around his fingers. "'s okay, sweetheart, gonna get that pussy stuffed jus' like you want. just gotta be patient, yeah? can you do that f'me?"
and you're sloppy against his thigh, sloppy against his fingers. you can feel juices rubbing against his jeans and dribble forming at the gaps between your lips and all you can do is not so dumbly.
a stutter of your hips.
a grin on his lips.
"you gonna cum, already, huh?" it didn't take long, but you were already approaching your orgasm. he wished now more than ever that he could take pictures with his mind. that he could frame this moment and pull it out every time his dick got hard. he slipped his fingers out from your mouth. "gotta ask like a good girl before you cum."
your hands pawed at his shoulders. "please, rafe." your mind was turned to mush. "please, please, please."
he shrugged so cruelly. "'m hearin' a lot of beggin' but i don't hear you asking me yet."
"p-please, can i cum?" your face was red hot, embarrassment flooding your features quickly. "please?"
he smirked, leaning back against the armchair and removing his hands from your waist. you were a big girl, you could finish yourself off. "go on, princess."
he watched as your hands pawed at him, hips stuttering and eyes rolling backwards, mouth falling open. it was such a pronographic, filthy scene. and yet, he knew by tomorrow, you'd be prancing around in the same little dress and everyone would see you as the same lovely good little girl that you pretended to be.
and rafe thought that was enough to make him cum in his own pants.
✮⋆˙ . sensory!reader and her need to be crushed by rafe while they cuddle.
warnings — none, really! soft!rafe x sensory!reader. angst & brief mentions of rafe brushing reader off.
cherie’s note — requested here! thank you anon<3 decided to stick with a more subtle approach for a sensory seeking/autistic reader. i seriously need to write more for soft!rafe, absolutely healing something inside of me writing this awe.
"baby."
the word cuts softly through the quiet, not harsh — just... curious. a thread of confusion wrapped in affection.
you don't look at him right away.
your curled up on the far end of the couch, legs drawn to your chest, blanket tucked high around your chin like armor. the soft hum of the tv flickers across your face, but your gaze is vacant — not really watching, not really here.
rafe shifts his weight where he sits, brow furrowing slightly. his eyes linger on you for a beat too long. he'd spoken once already. maybe twice. but it didn't seem like you'd absorbed any of it, even heard him. like you were lost in the space between here and there.
"...you okay?" he tries, voice low.
you hum. not an answer. more of a deflection, pretending to focus on the television show that reruns for nearly the hundredth time — one of your comfort movies, something from your childhood that you found helped you feel grounded. but it was no use now, not with the events of earlier stinging your mind.
and it clicks for him — not all at once, but in fragments. the way you'd barely spoken since the afternoon. the polite nods. the hollow 'i'm fine' you tossed over your shoulder when he came to sit beside you earlier. the way you subtly leaned away when his fingers brushed your knee.
all of it.
shit.
he glances away, tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek in the way he always seems to do.
it hadn't seemed like a big deal at the time — you'd asked for something so specific, so quietly, just 'can you lay on me for a bit?', and he'd snapped before even thinking, too wrapped up in the chaos of his phone blowing up with business deals, and investors bitching about god-knows-what.
"you'll be fine for a bit," he muttered, already halfway across the room.
it wasn't just the dismissal. it was the way he said it. the assumption that you'd be fine — as if it hadn't taken everything in you to ask in the first place, coming from a place of pure vulnerability, and needing. as if you hadn't needed that closeness in a way words couldn't even explain.
you hadn't brought it up since. that's not your style. you just went quiet — a dull, subdued kind of quiet. like the air around you got thinner and you learned how to breathe smaller, take up less space.
now, hours later, he watches your fingers fidget with the frayed edge of the blanket. your nails scrape softly over the threads, over and over again. your lips are slightly parted, eyes glassy, unfocused. you look like you're underwater.
he leans in just a little.
"baby," he says again, softer this time. "talk to me."
you blink.
"i'm tired."
"that's not what i asked."
your shoulders rise, then fall.
"i know," you murmur, voice barely above a whisper. "i just don't wanna be a lot right now."
that breaks him a little. it cracks something.
"you're not a lot," he says. immediate. almost too fast. "you never are. don't do that."
you don't respond.
and the silence between you stretches long, tight with everything unspoken — the need you swallowed down, the soft request he brushed off, the ache you'd carried all day like a weight in your chest.
he swallows, guilt rising like bile.
"come here."
he watches the way your body hesitates — then unfolds, slowly, as you let him pull you into his arms. your limbs are sluggish, like you'd half-melted in his lap. like it takes effort to just... let go.
he doesn't say anything as he shifts you into his lap, guiding you down gently until you're on your back, tucked into the corner of the soft couch, and then he covers you with himself, warm and heavy, chest-to-chest, legs tangled with yours.
all his weight, everywhere. just like you'd craved all day.
and god, the sound you make — a tiny, broken exhale against his neck — kills him.
"m'sorry," he mumbles into the crown of your head. "didn't mean to blow you off. you should've told me i was being a dick."
"you weren't" you whisper. "you were just busy, s'all."
"next time you ask, i don't care what's happening — i've got you, okay?"
you nod, slow and careful.
but it's the way you nuzzle into his neck — the way your body softens entirely beneath his, letting out soft, content sighs — that lets him know: you'd forgiven him.
kissing you is his favorite thing ever, if he could, he would kiss you every second of the day
He would randomly come up to you with his lips puckered, and kiss you without any warning, sometimes it would be a gentle peck, other times, a deeper kiss, as if he's trying to savor every moment.
It’s like he never wants the closeness to end, always finding new excuses to steal a kiss, whether you're cooking together, watching a movie, or even in the middle of a conversation.
He’s just always thinking about being close to you, and kissing you is the perfect way to show it.
You two were laying in bed, tangled in the sheets, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows across the room. His fingers were lazily tracing shapes on your arm while you scrolled through your phone, half-distracted, half-relaxed.
Without warning, because that’s just how he is—he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek. Then another, closer to your jaw. Then one more, lips lingering at the corner of your mouth.
You smiled, still looking at your screen. “Babe…”
“What?” he said, already puckering again, eyes bright with mischief. “You’re just too kissable.”
You turned slightly, giving him a small smirk, but held your ground. “You’ve kissed me, like, twenty times in the last ten minutes.”
“Not enough,” he murmured, inching closer, his hand now cupping your cheek. “Never enough.”
