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HEAVILY inspired by buffalo 66, slight 18+ warning, minors dni, i just needed to get this out of my system
topper was bringing a girl, kelce was bringing his, while rafe did not have a single date to this party. he could not go to his first party back from college without a girl by his side. he would look like a complete loser. rafe had talked so much about his apparent “girlfriend” to his friends over the phone that it would be way too weird if she didn’t show up. well, rafe was fucked because there was no girl—
until now.
“weird that no one wants to date you. you’re pretty cute, y’know that?” you’re leaning over the console with a smirk on your face, looking at the stranger you met a day ago who flew you out to north carolina to be his girlfriend. “shut your mouth and keep lookin’ straight for me.” rafe grumbles, he wouldn’t even spare you one glance. his eyes were locked on the road.
“talking a lot for someone who paid for a girlfriend.” you leaned back and crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow at him for his very grouchy behavior. the way he’s so tense right now, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, makes you amused. “yeah— well,” he lets out a chuckle out of nothing but pure annoyance, cocking his head to the side while rubbing his jaw, “you accepted it.” that went in one ear and out the other. “are you a virgin?” you want to mess with him more, his reactions were just too funny. how far could rafe be pushed? the answer is: not far. he quickly pulls the car over and violently grabs your face in his hand. “quit it with that shit, i mean it. what’d i say huh?” rafe taunts you, that reaction definitely tells you the answer.
“c’mon doll, you want your money? gotta behave first.” he shoves your face to the side and gets back onto the road. it was almost absurd how arrogant this guy acted. you let out a small chuckle that makes rafe glance at you, “what’re you laughin’ at?”
“nothing.” you shrug and his jaw clenches from how much attitude you’re giving him. rafe lets out a exhale, lowering his free hand. “listen. you’re gonna act proper, alright? you’re gonna pretend to be my girlfriend and you’re gonna act well. no drinking or i swear—“ you interrupt his words with a quick but not very genuine okay that makes rafe suspicious. you promise to him that you won’t get crazy drunk or do anything and rafe decides to believe you. for now.
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rafe should’ve known. you’ve never listened to him in the past 24 hours since he snatched you up from campus. “i paid you to be a good girl not fuckin’ trouble.” rafe scowls, tossing your plastered body on the hotel bed. he didn’t want to bring you to his family’s house with you blackout drunk. rafe would rather die.
you’re giggling like a manic over nothing. no thoughts in your head with the amount of shots you took. you were a hit with his friends, at least in your opinion. so what if you might’ve gotten a bit carried away?
you accept being tossed around by rafe and lay down with your hair sprawled out on the sheets, all intoxicated. rafe roll his eyes at you, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and pulling you back up to a sitting position. “drink some water, c’mon. don’t make this hard for me.” he tugs your hair back as gently as he can (it’s not at all gentle) and tilts the water into your mouth.
rafe puts the water away once you swallow it down, wiping away the water that drips down your chin. he’s so close to you so you take the opportunity to fist the collar of his shirt and drag him down to meet your lips. rafe was obviously caught off-guard and he stumbles on top of you. his eyes were wide open in shock, his hands reach over to push you away but then suddenly the position changes.
“rafe, don’t you wanna know what sex actually feels like?” you look down at him, now sitting on top of him while he’s laid down. rafe is speechless, licking his lips in anxiety or desire? he didn’t know either. his hands instantly grasp your waist when you start to grind on him. rafe doesn’t even try to shove you off. it’s like his mind just suddenly shut off.
“you’re drunk.” he pants out, holding back a groan from the friction of your two bodies. rafe is trying his hardest to hold back, however, when you lean down to kiss his neck: he’s gone. “c’mon rafe, you don’t want your friends to find out you're a virgin do you?” his eyes close instantly as a grunt slips past his lips, his breath becoming shorter. you’re like a damn siren to him.
he’s gotta get out of here.
“okay— i.. okay. i’ll give you what you want, you happy? just get up for a second. i need to take off my clothes.” rafe pushes you off him before you try anything else. you don’t really protest except for a small scoff. rafe makes sure to keep his eyes on you while he unbuckles his belt. it slides right out of his loops and suddenly before you can process it, the belt is around your wrists. rafe ties your hands behind your back with the belt, making sure it’s extra tight.
“this is what you’re into?” you chuckle, squirming around to see if you could get out but it was no use. that belt was not gonna budge any time soon. rafe lets out an exhale once he’s sure that you’re trapped. “you— stay there.” he walks off to the bathroom to handle the problem in his pants that you caused, not listening to your complaints while he steps away.
luckily for him since you were so inebriated, you were asleep when he came back out. rafe sat all night on the uncomfortable chair in the corner of the room that will definitely makes his back ache the next morning. he couldn’t fall asleep at all. his mind too busy thinking about you and your pretty face. rafe was going crazy.
rafe cameron did not lose his virginity that night but next time, you’re gonna make sure that you’ll be his first.