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Baby’s Gotta Gun (Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You’ve been in a situationship with Rafe for over a year and when you show up to his party that he invited you to and there’s another girl all over him, you’ve finally had it. WK: 1.3k

Warnings: Gun play, unprotected sex, jealousy, possessiveness, reader is a lil unhinged, switch!Rafe, switch!reader, a lil fluff dashed in. Porn/no plot. 18+MNDI!

This is for me and @babygorewhore’s Writing Prompt Game, feel free to click the link and come play!!🤍

“Tell me, tell me who owns this fucking cock.” You run the tip of his pistol over his plush split slick lips while you bounce on his cock like your life depends on it. The sound of your wet cunt and hips slapping together echoing through the room.

“You - fuckin’ shit - you do baby, you own my cock.” Rafe’s eyes roll back when you start to rotate your hips, his large hands grip onto the fat of your ass while you ride him like a fucking succubus.

“Didn’t I tell you to fucking look at me while I take what’s mine, huh?” You move the gun to his head, shoving it against his temple as your free hand grips onto his jaw, squeezing his cheeks together until he opens his eyes. “You look those other girls in the eyes while you fuck them or do you just get it in and move on? Because when you fuck me you take your time, tell me how beautiful I am and how much I mean to you but then you’re buried in the next hoe you see.”

“Baby, I’m sorry. You know - oh fuuuck - you know you’re my girl.” Rafe feels like he’s about to fucking bust any second. Your pace doesn’t falter for a moment, fucking yourself on his cock like you’re trying to drain him of every drop of cum in his body. Driven by pure jealousy and rage.

“Yeah? You’re always fucking saying that, Cameron. But then shit like this happens. I show up to your party, that you invited me to and there’s some bitch on your lap with her tongue down your throat the minute I get here?” You run the barrel of the gun down the side of his face as you chuckle darkly, using your grip on his jaw to shake his head side to side. “If you don’t want anything serious why are you always buying me shit? Scaring off every dude that talks to me? Telling everyone I belong to you while you’re out fucking around?”

“It’s just… baby, shit, if you keep fucking me like that I’m gonna fucking blow my load any second.” Rafe hates to admit that your possessive jealousy is only turning him on more. The crazy look in your eyes, the way you’re fucking him like you own him, while you hold his gun. It’s really fucking doing it for him.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum, Rafe. I’m not done with you. Answer my god damn question.” You slow your pace a bit as you take his face in both of your hands, the grip you still have on the pistol causing it to press against the side of his head.

“I’m sorry, I’m all yours from now on, alright? I fuckin’ mean it. I was just scared, baby. You’re too perfect for me. Knew if I made you mine for real I’d have to marry you someday.” He’s not even sure why he said that, it’s not like he hasn’t subconsciously thought about it before. You were perfect in every way before but this possessive display just makes him want you even more.

“HA! Thirty minutes ago you were dry humping some girl you’ve never talked to and now you’re talking marriage? Be so fucking for real, Rafe.” You bring the gun to his temple again, leaning in so your lips are brushing the shell of his ear. “If you were a real man you would’ve made it official a fucking year ago.”

That was the final straw for him. If you didn’t wanna believe him he would fucking show you how serious he was. He grips onto the gun, easily ripping it from your hand while his other arm wraps around your waist, using his hold on you to flip you on your back. He hovers over you, turning the tables on you by pressing the gun against the side of your head.

“Will you just shut the fuck up for a second. You’re my girl, aight? My girl.”

“I’ve heard that like a million times, pretty boy, doesn’t mean shit to me. You really think I’m gonna just-“ your words are cut short when he slips the gun between your lips.

“I said stop talking, I fucking mean it every time I say it. And you’re right. I was being a pussy bitch. But now I’m gonna show you who you belong to, who I belong too.” He pulls the barrel out of your mouth slightly before slipping it back between your lips. “Suck.”

You roll your eyes, leaving your lips open. He grips onto his cock, slamming it into your wet pussy in one swift motion, starting up at the brutal pace. “I” Thrust. “Said” Thrust. “Fucking suck.”

Your eyes roll back, this time in pleasure, as your wrap your lips around the cool metal, swirling your tongue.

“Hey” His large hand slaps your cheek lightly. “Fucking look at me while I take what’s mine.”

Your eyes fly open and you're met with his intense ocean blue stare as he fucks you hard and deep, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust of his hips. “Yeah, there’s my fucking girl.”

He pulls the gun from your mouth, pushing himself up on his knees, his thrusts never faltering. He smirks down at you before bringing the spit slick barrel to your clit, circling it in time with his cock pounding into you.

“Ohmyfuckinggod!” You cry out as you cum, your walls pulsing around him.

“Yeah that’s it, fuckin’ cum for me, that’s my girl. Say it, say you’re my girl.”

“I’m your girl, daddy, I’m your girl.” You babble and Rafe smirks, knowing he has you right where he wants you now that you’re back to calling him his rightful title.

“And I’m yours baby, got it? Always been yours. Always thought about you. Always felt shitty and just wanted to see you after I fucked around with anyone else.” He feels his high start to build, tossing the gun to the side before he leans down, covering your body with his. He laces his fingers with yours and captures your lips in a surprisingly tender kiss, that completely contradicted the way he was fucking you.

“Yeah, you’re fucking mine. I’ll kill any bitch that tries to touch you.” You practically growl, burying your face into his neck so you can suck on his skin, marking him as yours.

“That’s so fucking hot - shiiiit, baby girl, I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill my pretty little pussy up.” You bite down onto his shoulder as your long manicured nails scratch down his back, marking him up even further and it sends him over the edge. His hips still against yours as his cock twitches inside you, painting your walls with his cum. “Yeah, that’s a fuckin’ good girl, take my fuckin’ cum.”

Rafe rolls off of you, panting as he falls to his side. He pulls you into him and you lay your head on his chest, placing a soft kiss on his peck.

“Did you mean all of that?” You ask nervously, afraid to look at him.

“Babe, look at me.” He cradles your face in his hand urging you to look up at him. When your eyes meet his, he smiles softly. “You’re my girl, okay? And I’m yours. No more games. No more bitches. Just you and me, aight?”

“Yeah, alright. That sounds nice, daddy.” He leans down, kissing you passionately as he weaves his fingers through your hair.

“Plus, I’ll kill any guy that even breathes your air.”

“Yeah? Well I’ll kill any bitch that even thinks about you.” He chuckles, placing another gentle kiss on your lips. After this? He kinda believes you. But he doesn’t mind, because he would kill for you anyday.

tell me lies

WARNINGS: DUB-CON, themes of murder and grief, gaslighting, use of a gun, angst, betrayal, forced relationship, pregnancy, dark!rafe cameron x peterkin!reader

Summary: The murder of your mom leads to the downward spiral of your life. You couldn't have wished for a more supportive boyfriend to help you through it. Retrospectively you should have. l wc: 3.6k

Notes: I've been cravinggg this mf trope, i love when he reeks of desperation, what can i say? also the second section of this is lightly inspired by my sweet @softcoreparadise ifykyk.

18+ ONLY. MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

“Y/n what the- what are you doing?!”

Your heart races beyond compare at the given situation. Not in a million years would you have guessed that you’d be in a predicament like this.

The wet sleeve of your hoodie clings to your arm as your finger trembles over the trigger. Droplets of water trickle down the barrel, reminding you of just how lucky you were to dig it out of the water before he could catch up to you.

The road’s dark, aside from the light shining from his truck. You can feel subtle warmth along your backside, radiating from the engine, while his headlights cast a spotlight on him.

“Are you crazy?” He stares at you wide eyed. “You- you’re serious right now? You’re trusting Pogues over me now? You can’t see that they’re fucking lying to you y/n!? It’s what they do!” 

“Rafe please!”

He steps a foot closer and instinctually you straighten your arms out, tightening your grip on the barrel. You squeeze your eyes shut for a split second yet the warm droplets still manage to fall down your face. 

How could you have known that today would end like this? All because you happened to be picking up food from the wreck at the same time they were there.

You had been sitting at a table, patiently waiting for your order to be called out, when you were ambushed by the five of them. After a few preposterous sentences came from their mouths you were getting up out of your seat, and walking away from them with the purest look of disgust.

You didn’t know why they would go out of their way to say something like that to you. You didn’t have a problem with them. Your boyfriend did, but you had always been cordial to them. The jarring interaction with them had you understanding that they didn't even deserve that. What they said- no accused your boyfriend of was low even for them.

You’re well aware that Rafe isn’t an angel, but alluding to him being involved with your mom’s murder? It was more than foul. It was downright sick.

Later that evening, when you were at Tannyhill, Rafe could tell something was off with you. After enough of his prying you confessed what happened. Initially you didn't want to tell him because it's still a sensitive subject for you. It had only been a couple months and it was still hard to talk about her.

Your lashes batted uncontrollably and you sniffled softly as you told him. When your mouth shut, he entirely flipped out. Not at you of course, but at the fact that they would say some shit like that.

Immediately he grabbed his keys and left the room. You followed him out and tried to stop him from doing something he’d regret, but his mind was already made up. You had no power in stopping him so what did you do?

You hopped into the passenger and pleaded with him.

He wasn’t having any of it though. The streets were a blur as he sped down the road. At some point he had reached over to the glove compartment, in front of you, and pulled out his gun.

You fully anticipated him getting violent but that was a little too far.

He fiddled with what you vaguely remember as the magazine, checking to see if it was loaded. When you expressed your concern he responded to you in a way that let you know he was dead set on hurting someone. 

A big part of your heart appreciated that he was so willing to defend you, but at the same time you didn't want anyone getting seriously hurt. No matter what they said to you.

You had never seen him that upset. You hated that it crossed your mind but he honestly looked as if he were ready to kill each and every one of them.

You didn’t realize you were crying until his hand brushed your thigh.

“Why are you treating me like I’m the bad guy?” He brought his fingers to his chest, frantically looking away from the road at you. “They- they disrespected you. While you’re grieving at that. You think I’m just gonna let that shit slide?”

“Can we please just go back. I don’t want this.” 

He shook his head, “Nah.” 

“Don’t I have a say?! Like you said I’m the one grieving! Shouldn’t it matter what I want!” 

“Listen to me" He squeezed your thigh, "If you let a pogue disrespect you and do fuckin nothing about it, they’ll get real comfortable doing that shit again.”

You frowned at how hellbent he was.

“If they got the balls to say that bullshit to your face, think about who else they're telling this- this story to. What if they tell Shoupe, hmm? You know how that looks for me?”

“Who cares?! You understand that this wouldn’t exactly help your case right?! It’s clearly some sick joke for them to get under your skin. And it’s fucking working.”

“My case? My case?!” He repeated your words back to you, glancing between you and the empty road.

“Yes! Your case!” 

No matter how silly or outlandish. You’re certain that out of respect for your mom Shoupe would investigate every lead he got. Not that he would believe them.

However, it would be an entirely different story if Rafe attacked them tonight. 

Then that’s when it dawned on you. Why did he even care if they told the cops? It wasn’t like he didn’t have a solid alibi.

“You’re acting as if they’re right or something” the words fell from your mouth without a thought, simply out of frustration. You knew you didn’t believe that, but by the way the vehicle abruptly stopped you couldn’t say the same for your boyfriend.  

“Get the fuck out.”

You turned in his direction, and it was like a stranger was staring back at you. You frowned deeply at him, and he added on to his previous words. 

“Don’t ever say some shit like that to me. I’m trying to defend you and-and you take their fucking side?!”

“I didn’t mean it like that! You should know that Rafe! You’re so blinded by wanting to teach them a lesson that you’re not considering how I feel. Why do you even care this much? Why cant you just drop it.” 

You unbuckled your seatbelt, readying yourself to get out the car, even though you knew damn well that he really didn't want you to leave.

He let out a huff before putting the gun on the dash. He reached out to you, gently cupping your chin. You were hesitant but eventually leaned into his touch. His lips met your forehead, before he pressed his head to yours, your noses brushed each others, and you closed your eyes feeling ok in this little moment. 

“I care this much because I love you.” You parted your lips at his stubborn defense, ready to tell him that if he cared he’d leave it alone. You tried to pull back but before you could his lips were on yours. His hand tugged you in at your jaw overwhelming you with his passion.

When he pulled away you sighed, and he noted you in all your frustrated glory. 

You were struggling to contain a rogue sniffle, when you felt him set the cold gun in your lap, “Hold onto it if it makes you feel better. I can get my point across without it.”

He put the car back in drive and you don’t know why you said what you did next, maybe because he still hadn’t dropped it. 

“Where were you Rafe. Tell me again.” He reeled back and tilted his head at you in shock. You felt dumb for asking but couldn't help it, “M'not saying that I doubt you. Just need you to tell me again so I don't feel fucking crazy.”

You knew where he was that day, but something in you was itching to be reaffirmed. You needed it so bad for some reason. 

His lips slowly parted, “I was crashing at Barry’s. Remember 'cause my dad kicked me out?” 

Your lip curled downward, you swore he told you that he was hiding out at the Glisson’s beach house. Your fingers steadied the cold gun on your thigh.

“No, you told me you were at the Glisson’s. I remember because you mentioned that they were in Sun Valley at the time.” 

He looked at you, and you looked at him and for a split moment there was this glint in his eyes. 

“Yeah. Yeah you’re right I did stay there. I crashed earlier at Barry’s then went over there.”

Your mind began wondering then, replaying that look he gave you. 

“I guess that makes me feel… better” you tried to lie to yourself to feel better. It didn’t work though, specifically because you noticed how he let out a deep breath. Like it was a relief to hear you say that.

In that moment your mind wandered back to that glint in his eyes… 

That was when you put two and two together that maybe Rafe wasn’t so adamant on handling this because of you. Maybe it’s because he was really trying to protect himself. What if they were right, you thought.

That was when you looked at the lock, then the door handle. Without much further contemplation you swung it open and hurdled out the passenger side, clutching the gun in your hand. The ground hurt, and you definitely got some scrapes, but the adrenaline set in instantaneously. You got to your feet and ran into the brush, accidentally falling into a rain induced wetland. You lost the gun momentarily and retrieving it soaked the entirety of your sleeve in the process. 

Not far in the distance you heard him calling after you. Quick thinking had you praying that he left the truck running. You ran back to the road in hopes that he was too occupied with searching for you.

That’s how you ended up with Rafe now staring down the barrel of his own gun, at the hands of you. His girlfriend.

Tears trickle down your face.

“Did you kill her?” The words came out choked. Scared of what could be your reality.

“No! I didn’t kill her!” He exhales deeply, blue eyes frantically looking between yours. “C’mon this is ridiculous. Baby? Would you put the fucking gun down.”

“Why don’t I believe you.” You sniffled, voice uneven. “Make me believe you, Rafe.”

You love him, so why are you struggling so bad with the simple act of trusting his word. 

“These fucking pogues.” He mumbles under his breath, bringing his palms to his forehead as he begins pacing back and forth.

He turns his back to you with his hands on his head, and you continue to clutch the weapon. You guys stay still like this for a bit.

When he finally turns back around, you notice how his eyes are watery and he looks distraught. But worst of all he looks guilty.  

“No…”

"Listen you know that you mean everything to me, right? It- it was a mistake, it happened so fast.” Your stomach dropped beyond compare.

The click of the trigger was deafening, especially considering how no loud sound followed. 

Rafe’s eyes grew wide, then his brows immediately began to furrow. Anger washed over him as he practically lunged at you, trapping you between him and the hood of the vehicle.

He yanks the gun out of your hands, and immediately opens the mag releasing a heap of water and bullets onto the road.

His breaths were heavy but he managed to chuckle.

“If this didn’t happen to get wet, I would be laid out on the ground. You want to kill me y/n?” He was so serious now staring down at you as he caged you to the warm hood. “I tell you that you're everything to me, and you try to kill me.” He scoffs, "Didn't even give me a chance to explain, or-or fucking apologize?"

Your hand instantly connects with his face and you had no words aside from calling him a psychopath.

He touched you, held you, and took care of you as if he wasn’t responsible for your pain. 

“She was going to shoot my dad.” Your heart clenched at the full admission.

His hand gently grabs your face trying to get you to look at him, to force his perspective onto you. Your resistance is met with a much more harsh grip as he searches your eyes for god knows what. 

“I had to protect him” 

That broke you. Who’s he to say that protecting his father was worth taking your mothers life?

“Fuck you.” You choked out. You didn’t expect him to snake his arms around you in a hug, forcing you to sob into his chest.

You tried to push him off but too exhausted, and hurt and warn out you gave up. He held you for what felt like a painful eternity, then moved to cup your face. 

“I’m sorry. I am.”

“You disgust me. You...” You couldn't think of a word to describe how evil someone has to be to do this. It felt surreal.

“I love you” 

“You don’t love me.” You push at him feeling nauseous, but of course he doesn't move.

“I do. Come on y/n, you just attempted to kill me and here I am looking past it. Does that not show you anything?” 

“You killed my mom. Then played me for a fool. You lied to my face for months and pretended like everything was normal.” You couldn’t help the tears, and shakiness of your breath.

His lips brushed yours and you wanted to throw up. 

“I fucked up I know, but I’m gonna make-”

“You’re delusional and clinically fucking insane if you think that anything on earth could make this right. I want nothing to do with you.”

His jaw ticked at that, before nodding off to himself.

“That’s too fucking bad then.” He sighed before kissing your forehead and dragging you back to the passenger side. 

-

Five months later... 

“I’ve been patient haven't I?”

His ring clad hand encases your throat, while his other digs into the meat of your hip. He ruts into you like a man starved. “How much longer you gonna keep icing me out, hmm?” 

‘Icing out’ didn’t grasp the true gravity of your relationship, but of course he would describe it in such a way that reduces the gravity of everything that he'd done.  

You bat your eyes shut, at a particularly deep stroke, ignoring his dumb question.

Your monstrous hormones were to blame for the way you were dripping down onto the sheets. The bottom of your ass' damp with wetness as he pleases your walls. Even though you despise him, you can’t do anything about how well he knows your body. He cracked the code way before you knew he was a murderer.

He manages to bring you to an earth shattering release, for the second time tonight.

His hand moves from your hip to pin your hand near your head. His fingers intertwine with yours, but you don’t reciprocate the action. He buries his head between your neck kissing there, and sucking at the sensitive skin, likely leaving a mark as he slowly rocks into you.

“Why do you do that?” You groan, as he pulls away to look down at you.

“So everyone knows you’re mine” 

You roll your eyes at that and he brings his lips to your perked nipple, swirling his tongue against it.

You bite back a moan, “Everyone is well aware Rafe.”

He rubs the gold band that rests on your finger, before moving to spread his hand along your rounding belly. 

After that fated night, things changed within an instant. It was a blur honestly. Your hatred for Ward is level with the amount you hold for Rafe. Mainly, because he forced you to go to the courthouse with his son the day after the incident. Something about married couples not being able to testify against each other in court.

Rafe groaned at the feel of you sucking him in, “Can never be too sure”

The overstimulation was getting to you, like bad. His name slips from your mouth, a subtle plea for him to keep doing whatever the fuck he’s already doing down there.

“Can’t keep this shit up when the baby arrives.” His hand cradles your jaw, and his lips brush yours. 

“Good thing I have 5 more months.”

You whine out as his thumb connects with your bundle of nerves. His toying of your clit makes you become increasingly more vocal.

“Tell me you love me.” His lips ghost over yours and you tut out of annoyance, you hated when he did this.

You hadn't told him those three words since you found out what he did, and you had no plans on ever saying them again. You didn't even want to say it out of a lie, because that would be just enough for him, and he didn't deserve that kind of relief.

Often he would try to get you as vulnerable and fucked out as possible in some weird scheme to get you to say it. Like you'd slip up or something.

“Can you just fuck me, m’not in the mood for this Rafe.”

Your rejection only spurs him on, like usual, pace now calculatingly slow as he continues to stroke your bud with his thumb.

“That’s fine. You know why? Because somewhere in that cold heart of yours I know that you feel something for me.”

His hand caresses your stomach, and you’re all but seconds away from unraveling around him again.

“And if not, then at least you’re gonna love the little extension of me growing inside you.”

-

years later…

You can't lie, Rafe had changed a lot within these past two years. Bossed up and became a real man you could say. Would you give him that credit though? Absolutely not.

He made life as easy as it could be, given the circumstances. The only responsibility you have is being a mother. Which isn’t really a responsibility considering the fact that she’s everything to you. Your entire heart and soul. Sometimes you swore you could see hints of your mom in her.

You know that you’ll never forgive him, it was something you fully accepted and he still hadn’t. No matter how much things seemed perfect and domestic and ‘ok’, you still held her in your heart.

With that you wouldn’t classify him as a good man, but you can at least say that he is a good dad.

Sometimes things felt so normal that you momentarily forgot your situation. Other times he couldn’t help but remind you of his true nature, of being a persistent asshole. Like earlier this morning.

You’re sitting on the living room mat with your girl, watching her stack the colorful blocks. He comes into view, standing at the edge of the couch watching you two with the phone pressed to his ear.

Your toddler storms up and runs to cling to his leg, when she notices him.

“Daddy!”

“Figure it out, Its what I pay you for. If it's not handled by Monday I'm firing you. Got that?" He hangs up abrubdtly then picks her up in his arms, swaying her around. Before holding her against his chest.

He showers your daughter’s face with kisses, and the happy giggles coming from her bring a smile to your face.

“What were you and mommy doing angel?” he walks closer to you, as you knee up from the rug. Your hand naturally rests on your growing belly bump as you watch them.

“Building a castle!”

He looks down at it telling her that it was the best one he’s ever seen.

He rubs her cheek, “Are you excited to spend the weekend at granddad’s?”

She loudly expresses her sheer excitement following it up with, “Can you and mommy stay too!? It’s fun!”

You move closer to them, to fix one of her pigtails, “I wish baby”.

You really did mean that. You shot him a glare behind your daughter’s back. He sprung a trip on you this morning while you were brushing your teeth, saying that everything was already arranged.

“You see, mommy and I are celebrating this thing called an anniversary.”

“Ani-wha? what’s that?”

He chuckles brushing his hand over her hair “It reminds mommy and I how much we love each other. Isn’t that right?” he glances at you, and her head turns the same.

“Mhm, yeah.”

“Is it because daddy loves mommy more?”

You blink at that, shocked to hear that come from her, “Hey, where’d you get that idea missy?”

“Dunno” she stares back at you with a little pout.

Your rub her cheek, “There’s no need to think that baby”-and for the sake of your child, for the first time in forever did you say anything of the sort- “I love daddy. Don’t you worry princess.”

Her lips curl at that, and not wanting her to pick up on any hostility you give Rafe a soft kiss on the lips. Then a kiss to her cheek.

Immediately after you’ve dropped her off, you’re ripping him a new one.

“Did you put that in her head?”

“What? No.” He starts the truck.

You scoff, “I can’t believe you’d go that far to-“

“Hey! don’t accuse me for something I didn’t do. She’s two, she picks up on shit.”

“You’re saying this is my fault?”

“What I'm saying is that she’s got a brain of her own.”

You hum, at the realization that you were likely going to have to be more intentional, and play up your affections for her sake. She deserves a healthy environment. You huff out of irritation and his hand spreads over your belly.

"Relax, yeah? The stress isn't good for the baby. We’re gonna go on this trip, relax a little, and maybe you can get real familiar with the idea of loving me."

"Whatever"

"Hey, didn’t I tell you that you wouldn't be able to keep up with that shit forever.”

i'm so serious she will never love this man! she is stuck with him, that's it.

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yeah i couldn’t be trusted with a penis id get hard from the way the sun shines through the leaves and everyone would hate me

watch and learn (part six)

pairing fratboy! rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

content warning drug and alcohol use

summary it takes one conversation with your college dorm neighbor to know you won’t get along. rafe is loud, rude, and short-tempered. after he overhears you talking about a disappointing fling, he loses his confidence in his sexual abilities and suggests you start hooking up to both improve your skills in the bedroom. you can’t stand him, but it’s too good of an offer to turn down.

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The thick, heavy feeling of humiliation floods Rafe’s body when he hears rapid knocks at his door. Someone must have heard his father’s shouting.

He avoids eye contact with Ward as he stalks past him to open the door. And of course, you of all people, are standing there.

Your eyes are deep with something he hasn’t seen in them before. Concern?

Rafe flits his gaze away from you, clenching his jaw, sure you can tell he just wiped a tear away before you knocked.

“What?” he says stiffly.

“Everyone can hear you,” you say. Rafe is ready to snap at you for daring to scold him when he’s so obviously in the middle of something tense.

But you’re gazing past him, staring right at his father, who’s clearly embarrassed. Your mouth is set into a hard line. Rafe has seen you irritated, but he realizes he’s never seen you angry.

“I don’t know what the issue is, but I doubt you need to scream about it,” you say. You don’t know what’s gotten into you. The last time you and Rafe spoke face to face, he was a jerk. But here you are, defending him.

“This doesn’t concern you,” his father says.

“It does when the whole building can hear you,” you snap. “Calm down.”

You glance at Rafe, whose eyes are red and glossy. He looks away from you again.

You can only scoff at this point, too worked up to go back to your room. You turn and rush down the hallway to take a walk.

Hearing Rafe’s father mock him for crying has tied a painful knot in your chest. Rafe’s not the warmest person, but he definitely doesn’t deserve that.

Rafe shuts the door, shoulders a little less tight than they were before you knocked. A moment passes before he looks back at his father, who shakes his head at him.

Ward seems a bit rattled. The fact that you did this to him would be funny to Rafe if he wasn’t so hurt right now.

“Get yourself together, alright?” Ward mutters, collecting his jacket and storming out of the room.

As you walk around campus, you can’t stop thinking about how broken Rafe looked after the verbal lashing. You hate to make excuses for the guy, but maybe this is a common occurrence for him and that’s why he’s so mad at the world.

An idea strikes you to try to cheer him up. Or at least make him laugh.

As you make your way back to your dorm, you text Rafe: you alone? can i come over for a sec?

Rafe wants you over for much longer than that. He replies a minute later: ya.

When he opens the door moments later, he’s embarrassed all over again. Knowing you saw him in that state makes his heart drum with anxiety. He was so vulnerable, so exposed.

“Hey. You okay?” you ask. You hold out a plastic bag from the on-campus drugstore.

“I’m fine,” he says, apprehensively taking the bag out of your hand. “What’s this?”

“Was that your dad?” you ask. He only nods.

“I know I shouldn’t say this, but he’s kind of a jerk,” you say. “I got you something.” You point to the bag. “You can use it when you run out of the one you already have. In like a year.”

Rafe can’t help but laugh when he opens the bag and sees a small plastic jar of protein powder. He thinks back to you teasing him for the massive tub sitting on his desk.

“Why…?” He doesn’t know what to say. He’s not used to getting presents.

“We’re… kind of friends now, right?”

“I guess,” he replies. Now that he thinks about it, it’s true. He has fun with you, and not just when you’re hooking up.

“Hearing what he said just… it pissed me off,” you continue. “And I have no idea how to cheer you up, but I do know you like this stuff.”

It’s such a silly gesture. But it’s so sweet, too. It makes Rafe’s heart twist in a confusing way. You care about him. As a friend.

“I just wanted to tell you that whatever you did… it didn’t warrant that,” you tell him. He watches you with an indistinguishable look.

He almost opens up about how painful it is when his father lays into him like that. Almost. But it’s awkward. Completely uncharted territory. He’d prefer to brush away the tension between you.

“You know what would really, really cheer me up?” Rafe slides his hand up the door frame, eyeing your chest, leaning closer to you. You laugh.

“Why don’t you tell the girl from last night?” you say. He wishes you’d seem jealous, but you don’t.

“Come on,” he whines, tilting his head back to silently beckon you into his room. Arousal and excitement bubble inside you, but you want to make him work for it.

“My back hurts from… what we did on the boat,” you admit. You’ve had a dull ache in your lower back since yesterday morning.

Guilt rocks him. You’re in pain? And he’s the reason? Shit.

It’s an uncomfortable feeling and yet again, he doesn’t know how to navigate it. Rafe has to pull the conversation back in the easy territory he knows.

“Why are you still so shy?” he says with a smirk.

“What?”

“Say it. What we did on the boat,” he teases, eyes hungrily trailing down your body.

You step back and roll your eyes, feeling your body flush all over again. While he has helped you gain some confidence, you’re not exactly as bold as he is just yet. Even saying you had sex in casual, sober conversation still feels a little weird.

“You’re annoying,” you sigh.

“You’re annoying,” he echoes. At this point, the exchange has become an inside joke. “And I think you need more practice if you’re still so nervous.”

Rafe tenses as he waits for your response. What if you say you’ve had enough of him? Or that you’re focused on Blake now?

You love the anticipatory look on Rafe’s face. You love that this arrangement between you two isn’t over.

“Did you not hear me say my back hurts?” you tease.

“I’ll make it better,” he flirts.

“How?” you ask.

“I’ll show you,” he promises. He puts the bag on his desk then pulls you in by the hips and leans down to kiss you.

The door slams behind you. His fingers slip beneath your shirt as he slowly paces backwards, taking you with him.

He settles onto his bed and you straddle him, resting your arms on his shoulders as you share slow, deep kisses. You feel his cock hardening at your groin.

“Where’s it hurt, baby?” he rasps, his nose nudging yours, his hand dragging up your spine. “You need a massage?”

He’s so tender during these heated moments. If he was like this all the time, you’d probably like him as more than a friend. But you know letting yourself develop a crush will bring nothing but bad.

“Everywhere,” you reply with a smile.

“I thought you said your back-”

“Nope, I said everywhere.” Rafe smiles against your lips and kisses your neck, slowly pulling your shirt off. He continues to pepper kisses over your skin as he unhooks your bra.

He gently squeezes your breasts, palms kneading you carefully.

“Even here?” Rafe asks.

“Especially there,” you say. He smirks, playing along, massaging your breasts. You start to writhe on top of him, head swimming in pleasure.

His hot mouth finds your nipple and you gasp at the sensation. With your cheek pressed against his temple, you rake your hand through his hair, feeling how damp your panties are.

You apprehensively part your lips to speak, telling yourself to say what you’re feeling like he always encourages you to.

“I’m already so wet,” you whisper. Rafe’s grasp on you tightens once he hears the words spill out of your mouth.

“I’ll massage you and then I’ll fuck that cunt nice and slow,” he says, meeting your eyes again, voice thick with longing. “You want that?”

“Mhm,” you nod breathlessly. His hands drag down to your ass, squeezing. His breath is shallow and ragged as he digs his fingers into your asscheeks, pushing you forward.

You bunch up the fabric of his shirt at his shoulders, tugging it off.

“Lie down,” he tells you. “On your stomach.”

You sink onto his bed, head on his pillow. Rafe takes your pants and panties down in one languid pull, his stomach numbing at the sight of your bare ass propped up just for him.

He starts at your calves, running his palms up and down. You sigh in contentment as he massages your legs, inching up to the backs of your thighs.

“I can tell you’ve done this before,” you say, your smile apparent in your tone. “You’re so good at it.”

Rafe breathes a chuckle. He hasn’t. He’s never touched a girl like this, never wanted to cherish and worship someone else’s body before. But he lets you believe he has.

When he reaches your ass, you tremble with the way he rubs you. Rafe watches his fingers digging into your flesh, squeezing, his cock aching at this point.

He moves up to the small of your back, his grip gentler now, thumbs rubbing into your hips.

“Here?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

Rafe thinks back to the view of you on the boat in the moonlight as he thrusted in and out of you. You looked and sounded like you were enjoying yourself. He hates to think you were in pain.

“Did it hurt when we were doing it?” he asks.

“What?”

“On the boat,” he says. “Did your back hurt then?”

“No,” you laugh. “Or maybe it did and I didn’t notice.”

Rafe wants you to know how sorry he is. But mushy words have never come easy to him, so he leans over and decides to show you, instead of tell you, how guilty he feels.

His lips press between your shoulder blades in a warm, sweet kiss. You giggle at the sensation. He lowers and kisses you again, then again, then again, trailing down your spine, thumbs still rolling over your hips.

You’re reeling. The feeling is unbelievable. And romantic. This is like last weekend, when your time together felt less like fucking and more like… well, something deeper.

You realize you must be teaching him well. Because the sex doesn’t just physically feel good anymore. It’s emotional now, too.

You feel the mattress shift beneath you as Rafe settles on his knees over you, his legs boxing in yours.

He watches his hands run up your back, massaging deep into your muscles. You let out sighs of contentment and he fucking loves knowing he’s making you feel this good.

You feel Rafe put more of his weight on you as he kneels over, rubbing you tenderly. The change in position allows him some relief on his erection, rubbing up against your ass.

He hates that he’s still in his jeans, but at least his cock is getting some attention.

“Not too rough?” he asks.

“No,” you say, your eyes closed, your pretty lips parted. “Keep going.”

He continues to massage you, denim grinding against your ass.

“You gonna take your pants off?” you ask brazenly. Rafe smiles. He loves when you share what you’re thinking, especially when you’re telling him how much you want him.

He sits up to unbutton and unzip his pants, pulling them off and dropping them to the floor. He throws his boxers on top of his jeans and settles back over you.

The feeling of his smooth cock against your ass makes your blood feel like it’s burning through you. He shifts and leans over so that his length is between your asscheeks, his hands continuing to soothe the muscles in your back.

It’s overwhelming, how badly he wants you. And how he realizes that every time he fucks you, he’ll be wondering if it’s the last time.

Rafe continues to caress you, slowly rocking against your ass.

He can’t take it anymore. He sits up to grab a condom out of his nightstand. You exhale in relief when you hear the wrapper crinkling.

Before he enters you, he slides his hand down past your ass and presses two fingers against your hot, wet entrance.

“You ready for me?” he asks.

“Please,” you whisper, tilting your hips so he can ease himself in.

When Rafe kneels over again, he guides his cock into you slowly. You moan at the sensation of him stretching you out with every inch.

The way your pussy wraps around him is perfection. He looks down to watch his cock bury into you, his arms hardly keeping him up.

He shifts to rest his forearms on the bed. His hard torso presses up against your back, his breath hot on your cheek.

“This pussy feels so fucking nice,” he groans into your ear.

He bottoms out and you can feel his thick cock fully immersed in you.

“I love feeling how deep you go,” you say. Rafe might just lose his damn mind. You have such a mouth on you.

He rocks his hips back, then plunges into you again. His teeth graze against your cheek and when he nips at your earlobe, you huff a laugh of pleasure.

“You take it so well,” he praises through heavy breaths, plunging in and out of you. “You’re perfect. Say it. Say you’re perfect.”

“I’m perfect,” you echo, and in the wild heat of the moment, you believe it for a second.

The sound of how wet you are is like a drug to him. He fills you over and over again, loving how you’re squirming beneath him, your hips circling.

“On your knees,” he whispers, propping himself up again.

You obey, back arched, giving him full access to you. His hand slips down your stomach and between your legs, finding your clit immediately.

He knows your body now. He knows it so fucking well.

He rubs in circles, his other arm locked and keeping him perched up, while he melts into you. His thrusts start to get harder and your moans get louder.

“Oh…” you whisper. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah?” he rasps. “Be a good girl and let me hear how nice it feels.”

Your walls are clenching around him now, your moans loud as you reach your peak, and he couldn’t stop his orgasm if he tried.

“Fuck,” he draws out, trembling as he cums. You flutter around him, climaxing at the same time, your sounds tangling together and your bodies shaking in harmony.

You’re twitching with aftershocks when he pulls out of you. Rafe runs a hand down your back, dazed as hell, appreciating how good you make him feel. Nobody’s ever had this effect on him.

He throws out the condom as you remain in his bed, coming down from the high. You turn to your side, watching him as he cleans up, your eyes taking in the sight of his taut, naked body.

This time, Rafe didn’t say anything about him, a man he wouldn’t name, not being able to fuck you as good as he can. But he called you perfect.

“Rafe?” you breathe.

“Yeah?”

“Did you notice that we didn’t have pointers for each other this time?”

If Rafe knew he’d be hearing that a couple of weeks ago when all this started, he’d assume he’d be elated. But his whole body feels heavy. Does that mean you’ve got what you wanted out of each other? It’s over?

“I guess we’re experts now,” he says with a laugh.

“I guess so.” You sigh deeply. “I’ll get up soon. I’m just so cozy.”

Rafe is glad you know you shouldn’t stay. A part of him wants you to, and it’s kind of jarring that he wants that. But it’s too intimate and meaningful if you sleep over after sex. He can’t handle it.

He typically puts his boxers on after cumming almost immediately, even when he’s still hard and coming down. No girl’s ever seen him soft before. It feels so vulnerable for some reason.

But he lies down next to you, facing you with his head propped up in his hand, both of you naked and panting and sweaty.

“A-plus?” Rafe asks, remembering you saying the same thing in his car.

“Without a doubt,” you say. Your smile is weak and sexy.

Holy shit. He realizes this is the definition of pillow talk.

No. This is aftercare. You taught him that it’s important.

Rafe gazes into your eyes, thinking about the look in them when you interrupted him being berated earlier.

You give him a small smile before standing to get dressed.

He turns onto his back to watch you and the gift in the plastic bag sitting on his desk catches his eye. He sits up in his bed, seeing you pull your underwear on as he covers his groin with his comforter.

“Thanks,” he says, with difficulty. “For, uh… the present.” And for caring enough, he thinks. For defending him in front of a man you’ve never met. For refusing to embarrass him with the fact that you saw him crying.

“Oh, sure,” you laugh. You enjoy the view of him sitting up in bed, muscles flexed and skin sheened with sweat. But mostly, you enjoy the way his hair is all tousled and messy, the way his eyes are half-lidded and content.

“Did… the whole building really hear?” he asks. You freeze for a moment, remembering how you snapped at his father.

“No,” you respond, hooking your bra. “I was just trying to make him feel bad. Sorry if I was out of line.”

Rafe chuckles. You have nothing to be sorry for.

“You weren’t,” he replies. He thinks about what you said when you came by again. Whatever you did didn’t warrant that. He needs to be sure.

“I racked up my credit card bill,” he admits. You meet his eyes as you pull up your pants, placing your phone on his desk.

“That’s it?” you scoff. “What bullshit.” It’s such a simple reaction, but it grants Rafe a sense of validation he’s not sure he has ever felt before.

He wonders how he can possibly tell you that he’s never had someone defend him against his father without sounding like a pathetic crybaby. If he even should. Why the hell does he have the impulse to share that with you?

A few seconds of silence settle between you. Before he can speak, your phone vibrates loudly on his desk. You peer at the screen and chuckle at the notification before putting on your top.

“What’s funny?” he asks.

“Blake just told me what an ABC party is,” you say, rereading the text. It stands for anything but clothes lol. People get really creative. “You guys are hosting one on Saturday?”

“Yeah,” Rafe replies coldly. He bets you don’t smile or laugh at his texts like that.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothing,” he snaps.

You meet his gaze and feel your brows furrow.

“No, seriously. What?” you ask.

“Just go,” he responds. You huff, anger brewing inside you.

“Rafe,” you say, annoyed. Why’s he so angry? Does he not want you at the party? Or is this jealousy?

He’s silent. Expressionless.

“God,” you snip. “Your temper is… I never know when you’re gonna fucking snap at me. Like the other day at the lakehouse. Before I left. I don’t know why you were such a dick out of nowhere.”

He completely forgot about that exchange. He didn’t know it affected you. That it stayed with you. All he could remember was how mad he felt seeing you with Blake.

Goddamn it. Why is he so jealous? What the hell does he want? Exclusivity? No fucking chance. The pressure of a relationship is the last thing he needs in his life.

“So?” you demand. Rafe just stares at you. “You can’t even apologize?”

He’s confused and bitter and frustrated. He simply shrugs carelessly, face blank.

You shake your head in anger, leaving his room without another word. You told yourself you would only expect coldness from Rafe from now on. You hate that you broke your own promise.

Rafe needs to stay away from you. This effect you have on him has him so damn disoriented, like he just got off a rollercoaster and doesn’t know which way is up.

He doesn’t want to be a boyfriend. And at the same time, he doesn’t want you to be a girlfriend. To anyone.

On Wednesday morning, Blake texts you asking if you want to study at the frat house in the afternoon.

You’ve looking forward to continuing to see if your chemistry is as good in-person as it is over text. You haven’t had much time with him, but you enjoy his company.

When you make it to the house, Blake opens the door with a bright smile on his face. He leads you upstairs to his bedroom, where he has blankets laid out on the floor and draped over the foot of his bed frame and desk chair.

“Did you make a fort?” you say with a chuckle.

“A study fort,” he replies. “There’s not a lot of space to study around here. I had to get creative.“ You laugh and settle on the floor.

Over the next hour, you talk more than you study. Conversation doesn’t always flow very easily, but Blake’s a sweetheart, through and through.

Rafe’s heart drops when he hears your voice. He’s sitting on the couch playing video games with Sam, craning his neck to look back at the staircase.

You’re smiling, your hand skimming the bannister as you make your way down the stairs. And of course, Blake’s beside you, the one making you smile.

This is hell. And he’s the reason you two even fucking know each other.

Rafe catches your gaze. You look so relaxed. As if it’s normal, the way you’re walking around looking beautiful and breaking his heart.

“Thought you hated frat boys,” Rafe says, eyes floating down your body, like if inspects your clothes hard enough, he can tell if you took them off upstairs.

You catch his harsh tone immediately. Of course he’s being mean. Again.

“They’re not all bad,” you respond.

Rafe might just break the controller in his hands. He looks back to the screen, stomach turning. He hears you say goodbye to Blake and shut the front door behind you.

As you step out of the house, you think that if you’re right, if Rafe really is jealous of Blake, why he doesn’t just do something about it. Why he doesn’t just ask you to be with him. Because even though he pisses you off so much, maybe you’d accept.

But if there’s anything you know for sure about Rafe, it’s that he is not boyfriend material. He said it himself. No couple shit.

“What’d you do up there?” Sam calls out. Blake laughs and settles on the couch. Rafe keeps his eyes on the screen.

“Studied,” Blake replies.

“Sure,” Sam replies.

“Seriously,” Blake says. “I’m not trying to jump into that with her.”

“Why not? Rafe did,” Sam chides. Rafe smirks at this. He’s glad the reminder’s there that he had you first.

“You two still messing around?” Blake asks. Rafe can finally make eye contact with him.

“Yeah,” he says firmly. “She didn’t tell you?”

“I didn’t ask,” Blake says. He seems unbothered. This pisses Rafe off even more. As if Rafe isn’t a threat at all.

“You’re whipped,” Sam says. Rafe’s stomach drops, eyes darting to Sam. But he’s not talking to Rafe. He’s talking to Blake. “You haven’t even gotten any yet and you’re whipped.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Blake laughs.

“He didn’t deny it,” Sam tells Rafe, who wishes he did. “You making it official?”

“Gonna try,” Blake says. At least you’re not exclusive yet, Rafe thinks. He probably has a few more nights with you as long as you’re not eternally pissed off at him.

Blake taps Rafe’s shoulder.

“She’d be off limits if you actually liked her, man,” Blake says. “We don’t let girls get in between us.”

Rafe has to stop himself from scoffing. He doesn’t feel like Blake is his brother anymore. He doesn’t know the exact moment it happened, when he went from looking up to him to disliking him.

But if he wants a future at this frat, he needs to get along with everyone. Especially an upperclassman. And besides, what’s he gonna say? That he doesn’t want him to date you because the sex is too good?

“Right,” Rafe says, turning back to focus on the game.

That Friday night, another fraternity is hosting a mixer at their house. While it’s mainly for frat boys and sorority girls, Blake shoots you an invite. You accept, arriving at the house with Liv around 10 p.m.

Rap music is blaring through Rafe’s ears at the party. He realizes he’s checking the door to see when you’ll arrive. Blake said you’re coming.

He hates hearing your name come out of Blake’s mouth, but at least he hasn’t seen you together since Wednesday.

When you finally arrive, Rafe takes another swig of his beer and makes his way to you. He was supposed to stay away but you’re like a magnet and he’s fucking hopeless at this point. He actually misses you.

Rafe approaches you, blue eyes trailing down your body.

“Pretty sure you’re not in a sorority,” he says in your ear, ducking so you can hear him over the music. You smell his cologne, realizing just how much you’ve missed it.

Your last exchange was after your study date with Blake a couple of days ago. You’re still pissed off at how he snapped at you then. And on Monday, after you hooked up.

“Oh, are those the rules?” you say, an edge to your voice. “Since when did you care about rules?”

Rafe’s pulse quickens. You have this ridiculous effect on him, making him feel like he’s being pulled out of water he didn’t know he was drowning in every time he sees you.

“Since always,” he responds.

“Sure,” you say, squinting. You don’t return his smile. Rafe nervously scratches the back of his neck.

“What’s up your ass?” he mutters. You cross your arms.

“You’re kidding, right?” you ask. You try to give him some leniency, knowing what you know about how his father treats him. But it’s infuriating how rude he was to you. You know you don’t deserve it.

Rafe’s eyes dart away. He wishes you’d just forget about how he left things a few days ago. He grits his teeth and leans forward again.

“Sorry,” he says.

“For?” you ask. “Use your words.” He scoffs and sucks his teeth.

“I was a dick,” he finally mutters.

“Again.”

“Again,” he echoes.

“Be nice to me. I’m not friends with dicks,” you say. There’s that word again. Friends. Rafe swallows down his frustration.

“You seem to like mine,” he responds. You roll your eyes and shove his shoulder, but the smile on your face gives you away.

The moment is quick and small, but it makes his heart pound with a feeling only you give him.

“I need a drink,” you say. “Try not to piss anyone else off.”

Rafe hates that you leave his side so quickly. He realizes he’d prefer to spend the rest of this party talking to you instead of mixing.

As the night goes on, he forces conversation with his frat brothers, his eyes searching for you.

When a sorority girl strikes up a conversation with him, Rafe tries not to focus on how he’s comparing her to you and how you win in every category.

He’s standing by the staircase when he sees you again. You’re with Blake, standing inches away from him, laughing with him.

It’s a countdown at this point, Rafe realizes. Every day, he gets closer to losing the best no-strings-attached sex he’s ever had.

Fuck. It’s more than that. He knows it’s more than that when he sees you playfully push Blake’s shoulder the same way you do to him.

He’s drunk and annoyed and pissed off and wants to make you feel how you make him feel even though you’ve friendzoned him, so he cuts off the sorority girl in the middle of her sentence with a kiss.

She seems taken aback, but then she returns the kiss, her arms quickly wrapping around his neck.

Rafe keeps his eyes locked on you, and when you meet his gaze, seeing his mouth on another girl’s, your stomach swirls with uneasiness.

You turn your attention back to Blake and take his hand, leading him away so you don’t have to look at Rafe any longer.

(to be continued)

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