PART 1 MASTERLIST

“so uh…when’s she coming over again?” rafe asks, the question coming out a little too quickly. wheezie looks up from her phone, immediately biting back a laugh. she’d been waiting for him to bring it up since the incident.

“who?” she asks innocently, raising an eyebrow.

“you know who.”

“ohhh. you mean your crush?” wheezie teases, finally letting out a laugh as rafe rolls his eyes and sinks further into the couch. “shut the fuck up,” he mutters, glaring at her. “i’m just asking.”

wheezie grins at rafe, clearly amused at her brother’s reaction. “why? so you can spend the whole time hiding from her again?” she asks.

“i’m not hiding from her.” rafe mutters, looking down at the ground in embarrassment.

“rafe, you literally went upstairs and locked yourself in your room when she came over last week.” wheezie argues.

“i had shit to do.”

“what, like stalking her instagram for the hundredth time like a loser?”

“wheezie.” rafe deadpans, shooting her a warning look.

“what? you do!” she says, still grinning. “you spent like twenty minutes looking at her pictures.”

“i was not.”

“you literally liked one from three months ago.” wheezie argues, crossing her arms.

rafe goes quiet for a second, his jaw tightening as he looks away. “that was an accident.”

“sure it was. plus she asked where you were last time she came.”

rafe immediately looks back at her, his expression painfully desperate. “she did?”

wheezie pauses, fighting back another laugh before shaking her head. “nope.” she grins, watching his face fall. “but that was cute.”

when you actually come over to babysit wheezie a few days later, rafe happens to be the one to open the door thinking it’s a delivery driver. the second his eyes land on you, he seems to freeze for a moment before clearing his throat and looking away.

“hey, rafe,” you greet him casually, walking past his figure into the house. he soon trails behind you.

“hey.” his response comes out quieter than usual as his eyes immediately find anything else in the room to look at. you watch him for a moment before letting out a small laugh. “why are you being so weird?” you ask, and he quickly shakes his head. “i’m not.”

“you haven’t looked at me once.” he glances over at you for a split second before turning his head. “i’m looking at you right now.” you raise an eyebrow. “you’re looking at the refrigerator.” he rolls his eyes, a faint flush creeping up his neck. “you’re annoying.”

“and you’re avoiding me.”

“i’m not avoiding you.”

“okay, then look at me.” rafe hesitates before finally meeting your eyes, and you hold his gaze for a few seconds. his expression quickly becomes uncomfortable as his ears turn red before he looks away again.

you grin. “see? you literally can’t even look at me.”

he scoffs, rubbing the back of his neck. “because you’re making it weird.”

“oh i’m making it weird?” you laugh at how cute he looks all flustered up.

“yes.”

“rafe, you’re the one with the crush.” you tease playfully.

his expression immediately changes. “i don’t have a crush on you.”

“sure.” you reply as you turn your attention to wheezie, who’s been standing on the staircase watching the interaction. ‘he’s such a loser’ wheezie quietly mouths to you when rafe’s not looking, pointing a figure at him and laughing silently.

after a few hours which rafe spent trying to make conversation with you but awkwardly failing, the three of you ended up on the couch while a movie played in the background.

you had gotten a bit annoyed at rafe’s clueless behavior all day as he kept denying what wheezie had told you a few days ago, claiming that he “has no interest in girls and that he’s “currently trying to focus on business.” you know it’s a bunch of bullshit from the way he keeps following you around his own house.

as the movie comes to an end and you’re scrolling on your phone, your guy friend calls you. you answer, laughing at something he says as rafe immediately peeks his head over wheezie’s shoulder, glancing over at you. he hears a deep unfamiliar voice.

“who’s that?” he tries to act casual.

“my friend.” you answer, slightly pulling the phone away from your face.

“what friend?”

you raise an eyebrow. “why do you care?”

“i don’t.” he says, lifting himself off the couch. wheezie grabs his arm attempting to pull him back down but he shakes her off, walking upstairs as wheezie follows him behind whispering loudly.

“what are you doing! you’re losing your chance!” wheezie whisper-yells chasing him up, clearly only meant for rafe but you can still hear it amidst the call.

“i don’t give a fuck about some guy she’s talking to.”

“then why are you so pissed?” she asks, now smiling.

“i’m not pissed.”

“you are.”

“wheezie, just—” he cuts himself off, glancing downstairs toward the phone still pressed to your ear. “just give me a second. i’ll talk to her later.”

“you’re seriously going upstairs?”

“yes, because i don’t wanna sit here listening to her flirt with some random fuckin’ guy.”

you smile at his reaction, purposefully talking louder to your friend in order to piss him off even more. you can just imagine the look on his face as he enters his room, rolling his eyes as he shakes his head.

about twenty minutes later when your call has ended rafe wanders back downstairs, pretending to look for something before casually asking, “you seeing that guy?”

you look up from your phone. “what guy?”

“the one you were talking to.”

“maybe.”

his jaw tightens. “maybe?”

you can help but smile now. “why, are you jealous?”

“no, i’m not fucking jealous.” he responds.

“then you’ll be fine with me seeing him, right?” you tease.

“are you serious?”

“admit you like me.”

rafe goes quiet, his eyes dropping to the floor. “i don’t.”

“look at me and say it.”

he finally looks up, but the second your eyes meet, whatever confidence he had disappears. he opens his mouth clearly intending to deny it again, but nothing comes out. a knowing smile spreads across your face.

“that’s what i thought.”

rafe exhales heavily, dragging a hand over his face as if he’s given up fighting. “fine.” you wait, watching him nervously shift his weight before he finally looks at you again. “i like you, okay?” he admits, his voice quieter than before. “i’ve liked you for months.”

“well i like you too, rafe.” you admit, smiling widely as your cheeks turn pink.

“wait, what?” he asks, staring at you in disbelief. “are you serious?”

before you can answer, you hear wheezie enter the living room, her jaw dropped. her eyes dart between the two of you. “what just happened?”

you let out a small laugh, while rafe’s face turns bright red. “nothing,” he mutters, clearly embarrassed.

“oh my god, you actually told her?” wheezie asks, looking at him before turning to you. “you know what? you’re way too good for him, but whatever. at least he finally had the balls to-”

“god wheeze, get the fuck out,” rafe groans, grabbing a pillow from the couch and throwing it at her.

she ducks, laughing as she backs toward the hallway. “i’m just saying!”

“get out.”

“fine, fine!” she laughs, disappearing from the room as rafe shakes his head, trying to hide the smile on his face.

a/n: how was it? i was GIDDY while writing it i thought it was so cute. long awaited part 2 finally out!

MASTERLIST

“i’m just not into you like that— what the fuck more do you want me to say?”

it was public knowledge that you’d been hopelessly in love with rafe cameron for the past two years. you had to admit you didn’t try to hide it at all, chipping into conversations that he was having, always hoping he’d finally notice you.

you also knew that people felt sorry for you because rafe never hesitated to tell his friends that you weren’t his type. that he felt he was “out of your league.” the words spread around the island faster than you could pretend they didn’t bother you, and before long everyone knew exactly how one-sided your crush was.

so when you asked to grab dinner with him for the second time he laughed, making sure everyone around heard his answer.

“i don’t know rafe, im just telling you how i feel. i like you.” you say.

“yeah that’s pretty fuckin’ obvious from how you keep stalking me okay? listen, let me make it clear to you.”

you brace yourself for the worst.

“i think you’re boring, alright? there i said it.” he shrugs like it’s no big deal. “and honestly, there are plenty of girls way hotter than you so just give up okay? i would never date someone like you.”

his words stung more than you would admit. you felt your soul getting crushed as you looked around to see everyone who was now shamelessly staring at the interaction, jaw dropped. some were even laughing.

but in that moment, something clicked in you. it was like the pedestal you put him on had finally collapsed, and you started to realize how much of an asshole he was. you would never date someone who spoke to you like that. someone who would belittle you and publicly humiliate you just because you had confessed your feelings.

“okay.” you say, nodding and walking away before people around rushed over with their fake pity as they pretended to care.

you actually felt the most alive the days following that. for the first time in two years, you weren’t checking to see if rafe had shown up somewhere before deciding whether to go. you weren’t finding excuses to join conversations you weren’t welcome in just to see if he’d talk to you.

you stopped caring. and with that came a kind of freedom you hadn’t realized you’d been missing.

you started saying yes to things you’d always turned down because rafe wasn’t there. spending time with friends, laughing more, you even slept better. rafe had been sucking the life out of your eyes and people around you started to notice the change.

even rafe.

at first it was the little things. how you weren’t at every party he went to. how you stopped trying to catch his eyes across the room. how empty his phone was when you weren’t texting him asking what he’s up to. there were no awkward smiles, no nervous waves, no desperate attempts to talk to him which he had found quite funny.

it was just quiet. he figured you had finally gotten the message. that you would leave him alone and stop embarrassing him in front of his friends. and that’s exactly what he wanted wasn’t it?

but then a week passed. then two. and he couldn’t help but notice you.

when he saw you at topper’s party for the first time in weeks, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. you laughed louder than he ever remembered. you looked so much happier. lighter. it was like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders as he watched you take a shot with your friends, throwing your head back and giggling carelessly at something someone had said.

people gravitated toward you now. guys who had never looked your way before suddenly lingered around you, maybe because you had always been turning them down for him, or maybe because you were just glowing. he couldn’t tell.

it shouldn’t have bothered him. how you were letting guys touch your hair, put their hands on your waist and drunkenly dance with you like nothing else mattered. but it did.

he knew it was unfair to you. he had made it painfully clear that you didn’t deserve him. he was the one that humiliated you. whenever he thought back to that day you had confessed your feelings, guilt gnawed at his chest and how badly he handled the situation. he could still picture the way your face fell, how you looked around only to realize people were making a laughingstock out of you. the way you swallowed whatever you were feeling before walking away. it left such a bitter taste in his mouth.

“bro what the fuck are you thinking about? you good?” kelce interrupts his train of thought, passing a bottle of beer. “yeah-yeah i’m fine. just tired.” rafe replies, chugging the bottle as he continues to stare at you flirting with another guy across the room.

for the next few days, rafe contemplated texting you. apologizing about what he said, asking for forgiveness. ‘just to make things right,’ he convinces himself. he pulled out his phone countless times throughout the day, opening your chat. it really didn’t help that his last chat with you was when you asked, “i’m watching this tv show i think you’ll really like it! what are you up to?” to which he replied, “nothing.”

eventually, he gave up on the idea of texting and decided he would start finding you in person instead. it was never intentional. at least that’s what he told himself.

he’d stop to say hi when he passed you at the country club. strike up a conversation while you waited for your drinks at the bar. wander over if he saw you sitting on the beach with your friends. if there was an empty seat beside you at a bonfire, somehow he’d end up taking it.

and you were always polite. nothing less, nothing more. you always smiled at him, answering his questions like nothing had ever happened between you two. but that was it. no lingering conversation. you treated him exactly the same way you treated everyone else.

that stung him more than if you’d ignored him completely. and somewhere between those brief conversations, rafe started noticing things he and never paid attention to before. the way you thanked every server by name. how you remembered everyone’s birthday. the way you laughed so hard you had to grabs someone’s arm to steady yourself. how easily people gravitated toward you without you ever having to try.

he couldn’t believe he had spent the last two years reducing you to ‘the girl who had a crush on him.’ there was so much more to you than that. and the more he noticed, the heavier the guilt became.

his friends started noticing the shift in his demeanor toward you as the weeks went on. one afternoon, while driving to the golf course with topper and kelce, rafe’s eyes landed on you across the street. you were sitting at an outdoor café, an iced coffee in hand laughing with a guy he didn’t recognize.

“who’s that guy?” he asked, pointing his finger through the car window.

“some new guy who just came to town. ruthie said he’s ‘super charming’” topper answers, rolling his eyes while quoting the air.

“why’s she even talking to him?” rafe mutters, topper and kelce sending each other looks of confusion.

“why do you care? you’re the one who rejected her.” topper says.

“yeah in front of everybody too.” kelce starts. “honestly bro she’s pretty fucking hot if you look at her so i don’t know why-”

“shut up i know it was fucked up okay? i’m just saying, she could do so much better than that guy.”

“what, are you like in love with her now?” topper teases, giving rafe a shove in the shoulder jokingly.

that same night, rafe decided he had to talk to you. properly. so he called you after hours of pacing his room, phone shaking in his hand as he dialed your contact nervously. it rang three times before you picked up.

“rafe?”

his heart starts to pound as he tries to gather the words he wants to say to you.

“hey uh..what- what are you doing right now? you busy?”

“no i have time. why?”

“i-i wanted to talk to you about something.”

“sure, what’s up? is everything okay?” the concern for him in your voice after everything he’s put you through makes him wince.

“yeah, no everything’s fine. i just wanted to apologize for that day-”

“it’s fine rafe. it doesn’t matter anymore.” his heart drops as you quickly shrug it off as if it never happened.

“no-no it’s not fine. i’m really fucking sorry i acted like that,” he starts to ramble. “it was so fucked and i should have never treated you like that you know? you-you’ve always been nice to me and i just don’t know what happened but i messed up and i feel terrible-”

“i forgive you, rafe. don’t worry about it okay?”

“don’t-” he cuts himself off with a frustrated laugh. “don’t say it like that.”

“like what?”

“like it’s nothing.”

“it isn’t anymore.”

the words knock the air out of his lungs.

“no, it is something,” he says quickly. “it was fucked up. i treated you like shit.”

“you did.”

“so why are you acting like you don’t care?”

you pause for a moment before answering.

“because i don’t. not anymore at least,” your voice is calm. “it hurt for a while. then i got over it.”

rafe presses his lips together, his jaw tightening. your words hurt more than if you’d screamed at him.

“so-so that’s it?” he asks quietly. “you just… got over me?”

you let out a small laugh. “i had to eventually, rafe.”

he closes his eyes for a second. he’d spent weeks building up this conversation in his head, convinced that if he apologized, maybe he’d undo some of the damage.

“can’t we just- just talk it out in person? i can take you to dinner or something nice-”

“i would never date someone like you, rafe.”

he's the most violent fuck you've ever known. everything about his actions scream brutality and so, it doesn't become a shock when he's harsh in bed.

he fucks you like there's no tomorrow, ignoring the fact that your body probably can't keep up with him. all he does is coke and fuck (you).

"fuck— you're so tight," he comments, head thrown back as his cock is swallowed by your warmth completely. he can't deny he's shocked that you're even able to take him for more than a few minutes, not that he's calling you weak or anything.

the grip he has on you is enough to leave marks, more bruises forming as you continue your intimate session together. your moans are like a reward to him, letting him know that how well he's doing despite not really caring about you. it feeds into his ego pretty well.

you let out a soft gasp, an orgasm following soon after, twitching while your jaw is still dropped.

but he doesn't stop. he still continues thrusting into you through it, portions of it spilling out every time he pushes his cock in. he's not looking to pleasure anyone other than himself, so excuse you if you need time.

⠀──⠀𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝘀𝗵⠀;

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⠀©⠀𝒇𝖺𝗐𝗇𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾⠀᭝⠀2026.

rafe overhears you and sarah talking

summary: rafe overhears you and sarah talking about your boyfriend, and somehow you two end up in the bathroom not so long after

pairing: best friend’s brother!rafe x reader

warnings: smut, cheating, just 18+ content

a/n: i haven’t written in ages so i’m sorry if this bad, but i’ve tried my best. btw i’m working on my requested stories too. this is also my longest story ever, so i’m too lazy to rr it guys sorry..

you were lying flat on sarah’s bed, staring up at the ceiling while sarah was sitting instead, eating some sour candy from the package. you two have been talking for maybe an hour about some random topics that popped up in your head. after a while of silence, sarah’s eyes fell on you as a small cheeky smile spread on her face.

"what about you and thomas?" sarah leaned back on her palms as she stared at you. you shrugged "what about me and thomas?" a smile appeared on your face too. you knew sarah wanted gossip and even tho she’s your bestfriend you never really mentioned your boyfriend for some reason. maybe because your relationship wasn’t really the one you thought you’d experience with thomas. sarah groaned and threw her head back "girl you never talk about him, i want to know some details."

you chuckled and shook your head "okay okay fine! what kind of details do you have in mind exactly?" your smile turned into a more teasing one because you were like 99.9% sure you knew what kind of stuff sarah’s interested in. "have y’all fu-" and you were right. you cut her off "i knew it. you’re such a perv." a soft laugh escaped you and sarah forced a gasp "can you blame me? don’t act like you didn’t ask me when i started dating topper." you rolled your eyes before you sighed. "should i be honest?"

"100%" sarah ate another piece of candy as she watched you eagerly, waiting for the most nasty freaky answers from you. "it ain’t that good." sarah’s face dropped — damn she wanted something spicy. "seriously? i was expecting something.. well something." you cackled at that before you sat up too, now facing her. "like it’s not bad but.. it’s more like can’t-wait-till-it’s-over kind of sex." sarah listened to you and nodded cause she really did feel you. "i mean you can always find someone else." sarah stared at you and chuckled when you smacked her shoulder. "of course that’s your idea! girl i’m not.. like that. and he’s nice to me and all, he treats me good."

you two kept talking about it, completely unaware that behind the closed door was rafe, hearing every single word you said about thomas not "satisfying" you enough, how you aren’t really happy in the relationship blah blah blah.. he was intrigued. he knew you have a boyfriend, sarah’s told him - she runs her mouth way too often. but that’s literally it, you and him aren’t close at all.. he’s just your best friend’s brother to you, stupidly hot but absolutely insufferable.

"just.. say you were drunk or something." sarah cackled and you just nudged her "i’m not gonna cheat on him, sarah." a small smile in disbelief was on your face, that rafe couldn’t see but clearly hear in your tone. "i’ll just.. deal with it somehow. i’ll talk to him." sarah chuckled before she stood up. "boring." she ran her fingers through her hair before speaking up again "i need some more snacks. you want something?"

when rafe heard that he quietly tip toed into his room nearby and closed the door behind him. this cocky smirk remained on his face the whole time - while he was listening until he entered his room.

—

sarah put on some series when she brought snacks and you got bored of all the talking. it didn’t take long until your best friend fell asleep.. typical, she always falls asleep soon even tho she promises she won’t this time. it was 11 maybe 12 pm. you turned off the tv and realized the whole house is completely quiet so everyone was most likely asleep. you still haven’t brushed your teeth tho. you pulled out the light pink toothbrush from your backpack and even tho you were also kinda tired, you left sarah’s room and walked towards the bathroom.

you opened the door and suddenly there was rafe in front of your eyes, chest bare with just a towel wrapped around his waist. you froze in place for a few seconds before you quickly apologized. a smirk was on his face in a second again "s’fine, come in m’gonna leave in a minute anyways." you walked in and partially closed the door. you started brushing your teeth, there was this awkward silence between you and him. not something you haven’t experienced before so. it took you a few minutes and when you were cleaning your mouth with water, he suddenly spoke up. "i’ve heard you got a boyfriend." your eyes shot up at him in the still kinda foggy mirror.

he took a small step closer "sarah’s told me. obviously." you nodded a little "yeah. you’ve heard right." you turned on your heel and started walking away.

"i also heard he doesn’t fuck you good enough."

you stopped in your track, your back facing him. his smirk widened and he crossed his arms. "have i heard that right too?" he added, just to make you feel more embarrassed. you forced a smile before you turned around. "i mean that’s like none of your business."

"hey" he stopped you once more. you rolled your eyes before you turned around again "what?" your eyes ran over his bare chest briefly.. you couldn’t even help it. he was holding your toothbrush, waiting for you to come get it. you walked back into the bathroom and just when you were about to take your toothbrush back, he leaned down and kissed you. you just pulled back quickly and stared at him "wha.." your voice trailed off when you noticed his eyes wandering over your face and body. he dropped the toothbrush on the wash basin and started kissing you again. you didn’t pull back this time tho.

his hand was on your hip, squeezing it softly as the free one closed the door and locked it. your hands ran over his bare chest, feeling the defined muscles under your fingertips made you slowly get wet. the kissing became more passionate and hungry, his tongue darting into your mouth, his hands now gripping your ass firmly. you could feel his cock getting harder as he was pressed up against you with the thin towel still loosely wrapped around his hips.

his hand slipped into your pyjama shorts as he touched you through your now soaked panties. he smirked against your mouth, his fingers rubbing your clit through the fabric. you pulled back just to sigh in pleasure, while your foreheads remained pressed together. he planted a few kisses on your neck as he backed you up against the wash basin. his free hand reached up to cup your breast underneath your shirt, squeezing and pinching your nipple. you were dripping wet at this point. you wanted him so bad, you forgot about your boyfriend at all.

he didn’t waste more time and pulled your shirt up over your head and threw it away. his eyes landed on your breasts before he cupped them, kissing your neck and collarbone. his wet mouth sucked on your nipple, his tongue rubbing against it once and then. he had to lean down so that’s when he lifted you up so you sat on the edge of the wash basin instead. you moaned quietly and he smirked against your breast.

your shorts and panties went off in no time. "shit.. you’re so wet f’me." he murmured as he kept staring at your cunt. then he reached down slid two fingers inside you. you moaned, his eyes still on your face, not leaving for a second. he moved his fingers in and out fast, curling them so he’d rub the right spot. you whimpered softly, your eyes fluttering in pleasure. he fastened up the pace of his fingers, his other hand still on your breast. when he kept touching the right spot again and again, you gripped his shoulder tightly and moaned a little louder.

"be quiet." he murmured before he moved his fingers even faster, the wet squelching sound echoing the bathroom. just when you were about to come he pulled his fingers out, which were now soaking wet with your juices. you opened your eyes and looked at him. he smirked while he put you down again "you’re so needy." he turned you around and let the towel drop down to his ankles. he stroked himself a few times. you didn’t even get the chance to see the size of his cock. he slammed his hips into yours, your body jerking forward. you moaned softly and gripped the basin tightly. he held your hips, now thrusting into you, kinda slowly at first. he leaned over you, his chest against your back as he wiped the mirror so you could see your face and him behind you since it remained foggy. he fastened up again, fucking you harder and faster now.. his eyes were on you the whole time, watching the way your ass slammed against his hips or the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure for a second.

he wrapped his arm around your waist and held you up, your back against his chest again. his other hand wrapped around your throat softly as he stared down at your face. he groaned and panted as he kept the pace fast. your moans were getting louder and honestly none of you cared at this point now. "does-fuuuuuck-i bet he doesn’t hear allat does he?" he murmured playfully, his breath hot against your ear. you were busy moaning to answer so he squeezed your throat briefly.

"answer me." his tone was firm as he kept fucking you deep and so fast. you shook your head quickly "n-no.. he doesn’t." you whimpered right after. he chuckled playfully "so.. i fuck you better than your man.. damn what a shame." he panted as these words left his mouth. he threw his head back a little bit as he felt your pussy clenching around his cock. "you close?" you nodded, your brows knitted in pleasure. this wasn’t even close to what your boyfriend makes you feel. he grinned "yeah? you gonna cum f’me?" you gave him a weak nod again. "wonderin’ how would your boyfriend feel about this.. knowing your best friend’s brother fucks you better mhm?" rafe chuckled with a smirk at that. it didn’t take long until you came hard all over his dick and that’s when he lost it too. his brows furrowed too, and he moaned as he came hard. he kept his cock buried inside of you. you felt it softening slowly as you two kept breathing heavily.

he pecked your cheek twice before he planted a few more kisses on your neck. then he pulled out finally and just grabbed his towel nearby and gave it to you. he put on his fresh boxers prepared on a chair nearby and looked at you. you got dressed too and when you were about to leave he stopped you for the third time tonight. "your tootbrush." he smirked at you. a small smile was on your face too. you just took it and then left the bathroom. on your way back you realized that you just cheated on your boyfriend.. but unfortunately, the guilt was quickly quieted down by the satisfaction you were feeling..

thanks to rafe.

Chris Sturniolo x 𝒻emale!reader

Warnings ! Smut, oral, fem!recieving, mentions of alcohol, authors first language isn't english.

✉: I have no words just enjoy guys 😌 also i'm so proud of this wtf (pretend the end doesn't exist)

CONTENT ⋮ oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, fingering

You had a bad habit.

It wasn’t drinking or drugs like the kooks you surrounded yourself with, but talking. Blabbering on and on whether the person you were speaking to was listening or not.

It wasn’t that you didn’t notice. You just didn’t care.

When people rolled their eyes and made faces to each other, thinking you were just an idiot, you noticed. It just made you want to keep talking. Keep annoying them.

Why should you not be yourself because others have short tempers?

Rafe both loved that you had that attitude, and hated how much you talked. Not all the time, but when he was already in a bad mood and you just kept blabbing about useless information?

“And then she told me that her boyfriend, y’know the one with long hair that’s always a little greasy?” Rafe grunted from his seat across the room. “He was cheating on her the entire time they were dating. And to make it even worse it was her best friend! ...Who also happens to be his cousin... but that’s a whole separate issue,” you rambled on and on about your day and the new drama you’d been told when you went out for lunch.

It wasn’t like you actually cared about any of it, you just liked talking. Specifically, you liked talking to Rafe, even when he was being annoying.

Like right now, only responding to you in grunts and sighs.

“Rafe.”

-nerd!rafe x sorority!reader

-warnings: no use of y/n, tutoring, sex as reward, fingering, orgasm denial, oral (f&m receiving), 69, smut, p in v, rough sex, praise, hair pulling, spanking, bigdick!rafe.

"Cmon just focus and you can get the answer." he tried to motivate, but it was to no luck, he groaned, running a hand through his gel slicked hair and adjusting his glasses when you gave no response, just staring at the test model in front of you. Rafe rubbed his temple, thinking of a way to make you remember better. He wasn't going to give up like this, he was determined to his job, so, he started thinking. He looked around the room, pink walls, fluffy rugs everywhere, queen sized bed that looked like a floating cloud, walls with pictures of your friends, posters of artists, flags of your university logo, trophies from sorority competitions and the pink- everything that was making his eyes hurt to the point that it was distracting his thinking.

He looked back at the trophies, achievements, so, if you're going to want to put work on this, you would want something in return, a reward for your work? He thought about things you would like, he thought about food, buying you some from that place you always order, but he figured you would start with the whole "I'm on a diet" ramble, so that option was crossed out of the list. He wanted to get you something you would actually like, gifts? Clothes, maybe? Nah, you're too picky and he definitely doesn't want to spend a day shopping with you. What else can you enjoy, something he can give right now. An idea hits him.

Your eyes widen and plead for his help, your lips twisted in a small pout. He looks at you, his baby blue eyes catching your attention as you stare at the different shades throughout. Then, something shifts, the blue is gone, swallowed by his dark pupils, gaze heavy as he sucks in a breath, you notice his hand shifting, leaving the desk and brushing your knee slowly, you look up from his hand to his eyes, his gaze never leaving yours, following your reaction as his hand travels higher, settling in your upper thigh, grazing the hem of your pleated skirt.

"Rafe.." you manage to let out in a whisper, eyes switching from his veiny hand to his lust filled eyes. He responds in a low "Hm?" noting how your legs open when his hand travels higher, fidgeting with the sides of your underwear. You reach closer, breaking the contact when you lift your hips to remove your skirt, going for your underwear as well before a strong hand captures your wrist, tight but not enough to hurt. You look up a him and he looks calm, collected, but the way his eyes fall onto yours say the opposite, he wants to let go, take you right then and there, but chooses to take his time.

His hand moves lower, settling on the clothed part just above you clitoris. You breathe out a plead, catching his attention. You beg again "Rafe, please.." he was teasing you for what felt like forever, he smirked, before removing his hand. "What's the answer on question 13?" You groaned, he had turned you into a hot mess in seconds, making you completely forget about what he was here for in the first place. You turned away from him, looking straight at the practice test, wanting to rip it with your teeth into pieces. You think, but it leads you nowhere, you let out another groan, turning to face him again. "Rafe, please... I cant think now, just give me more, please." He runs a hand through his hair, sighing before he turns to you, moving his hand again and you let out a smile, parting your legs apart to let him touch you where he wants.

Rafe drags a hand up your clothed slick, making you bite your bottom lip, almost drawing blood when he presses his thumb and runs it in a small circle, the fabric adding to the friction and making your hips jolt. He turns to face you fully, leaving his hand to tug at the sides of your underwear, sliding them off your hips as a string of stickiness connects you with the flimsy fabric. He throws them over the bed completely, repeating the same action again, the direct contact sending shivers down your spine. Your chest heaves up and down, hips tilting so he can have entire access to you. Two fingers drag up your slit, moaning when they enter you without warning, curling perfectly in you as your mouth drops in pleasure. The stickiness coats his fingers and he groans, your neediness making his pants feel tighter. You claw on his forearm as he hits your sweet spot, his fingers speeding up by the second. "Remember last week, I taught you about this, just remember." He says, looking down at you, but you cant focus, your head drops in pleasure, moans and the sound of sloppy stickiness from his lewd pace fill the room and your brain feels fuzzy as your orgasm approaches, but he notices, slowing down his movements.

You whine in protest, again when you feel his fingers leave you completely. "Answer now, or ill stop touching you." He says in a firm tone and a stern look on his face. You scoff, knowing he's probably being serious. You bite your lip, looking around the room as your mind wanders. You had to answer this. You look at the alternatives again, going over the words, trying to find an answer, logically. Your eyes widen, mouth dropping open, but unsure, deciding to take your chances. "C)..?" You look up at him, waiting for a confirmation, his soaked fingers still on your bare thigh. He looks back at you, grinning as he nods ever so slowly.

...

"2 more questions and ill let you cum, baby, keep going." You respond with a hum, muffled by his length down your throat, coming back up for air as he reads the question. "A researcher wants to study whether getting less sleep affects memory. They randomly assign one group of students to get 8 hours of sleep and another group to get only 4 hours before taking the same memory test. What are the independent and dependent variables?" He reads from the sheet, licking up a trail from your clit to your entrance after, making you moan softly, continuing to slide both of your hands up and down his length as you think. His hands dig on the plush skin of your ass, bringing you down on his tongue again as he clasps his lips on your clit, sucking hard on the bud. You arch your back and whimper in response, but his mouth leaving your heat reminds you again.

"I.. the independent variable is...is the amount of sleep..." You start, to which he hums in approval, licking the same trail again, his chin soaked by now. The action makes you lose your train of thought, he's doing this on purpose, so you lower down, making sure to suck harder as one hand still works on the base of his throbbing cock, your spit and his cum making your lips glossy. He curses under his breath when you move your head faster, abandoning your throbbing cunt. You take this time to go back into your trail of thoughts as you continue to take him, head bobbing up and down as your eyes water, his length being too long even with a hand on the base. "The- the dependent variable is.. mph.. the students' scores." You say in-between thrusts, your mouth leaving his tip with a pop, a string of saliva connecting you. He grunts in response, his dick pulsating with need, his tip flushed and smeared with cum. "Yeah, yeah, that's it, good girl." he says hoarsely, chest heaving, still holding you above him, fingers gripping hard enough to bruise.

He taps your ass, signaling for you to get up, he slides up underneath you, standing on his knees on the bed as you stand on all fours, back arched as he places the sheet of paper on your back, grabbing your hips to position you, teasing his flushed tip over your slick folds. "Be good for me and answer this so i let you cum on my cock, hm?" he tilts his head, waiting for a response. You nod your head, impatiently needing your orgasm. He slides his tip, the stretch making you moan immediately, syncing with his grunt. "Fuck, you feel so good." he tips his head back, watching him go inside you inch by inch, mesmerized as his mouth opens from the feeling of your walls squeezing him enough to make him cum on the spot. You moan in response, his length reaching spots that you fingers never can.

"Alright, fuck, which part of the brain is primarily responsible for forming new long-term memories?" He says between strokes, pulling hips back almost entirely, just millimeters deeper then his tip and pushing himself to the brim in a hard slam, making your moans cut in half when he plunges himself inside you. You lose your voice when he changes his pace, staying buried to the hilt, grinding his hips in slow rolls. "Rafe, fuck! Please!" you scream, nails gripping the bedsheets, knuckles completely white. "Please what, baby?" he teases. "My girl wants to study now? C'mon then, do it f'me." he mumbles, changing his pace yet again, going faster now, picking up his speed even more by each passing second. Your brain shuts down, your a moaning mess, but you know Rafe isint letting you cum anytime soon, not until you answer. "I..Its..Cerebellum." you let out, the first thing that comes to your mind as you try to remember, you had highlighted this in your notebook and you took your chances yet again. He stopped his movements and a smile creeps in when you knew what was finally coming, but a harsh slap to your ass snaped you out of your thoughts, his hand grabbing a fist full of your hair as he pulled you forward, the sudden move taking the air out of your throat. "You think you can just guess, hm? Giving me a random answer, thinking ill let it slide." he grits near your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Think about it or you can forget about an orgasm." he spits out, his hoarse voice making you shiver. Rafe lets go of your hair, pushing you roughly on your soft mattress, as you land on your elbows, brain numb with every sensation your feeling, his rough thrusts continuing inside you. You tried to remember, he told you before, you highlighted it, it was something with an animals name, pig.. something? No-no, it started with an H, you're sure, you were so close. "H-Hippocampus!" you practically scream, and he chuckles, you smile and it quickly falls when you feel him pull out. You thought you had it, it had to be it, right? You feel a pull at your ankles, wrapping a hand on your waist, flipping you around. He stares down at you, smirk on his face as he leans down, lips brushing with your neck. "You did so good baby, that was it." You feel him smile on your skin as your stomach does backflips. He pushes inside you again, all the way, inch by inch and you wrap your legs around him, pressing on him to go deeper. He grunts in response, leaning his forehead against yours and catching your lips, sliding his tongue in when you moan at a hard thrust. He pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours again as his pace gets quicker by the second.

"R-Rafe I'm-"

"I know, I know, cum on my cock, baby, you've been such a good girl for me today." he encouraged in a whisper, slapping his hips as fast as he can, making your orgasm roll then and there, back arching from the mattress, the knot on your stomach unraveling as he fucked you through it, chasing his own release. You felt the familiar sensation of his hot seed spilling inside you, rolling your hips to meet with his thrusts, milking him entirely. He slowly pulled out, making you whine at the sudden empty feeling. He lowered his head, pressing a kiss on your temple, hovering over you for a second. You were both panting, coming down from your highs and he fixed his glasses, grinning from your cock- drunk state.

"Still on for a date on Friday?" he murmured as you nodded ever so slowly.

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sam was all lanky limbs and bright doe eyes, ones that would shine a pretty green, constantly full of sleep and wonder. he’s younger, yet bigger than you, with his frame making him seem stretched out wherever he goes, and he never knows where or how to stand properly. all of his awkward quirks come full circle once paired with his shaky bottom lip, protruding in a desperate pout that’s on loop of always being quivered, never failing to shake and tremble. especially when you’re going down on him.

“hhng—mmn—hah—baby, please—” soft ragged breaths sang from his mouth. his big, puffed out chest on a hasty rise and fall. his hands twitched through your hair as you bobbed your head quicker, swirling your tongue around his twitchy, vein-wrapped shaft.

you loved getting him like this. stripping away the innocent demeanor he had. you considered it a facade whenever you would let him top you, feeling how primal he could get. but he always eventually broke, tears falling down his face as you cradled him to your chest, his broad shoulders vibrating on each sob he choked out against your warm skin.

poor sammy, forever teary-eyed. you can spot his sniffles from a mile away, knowing when his sweet little red nose isn’t just from the cold winter of whatever town you were visiting for a case.

“shh, baby, s’okay… i got you,” is what you consoled him with before lifting off your knees to crawl up his body and kiss him, tasting the mix of the salty cries that fell down his puffy lips, and the precum on the tip of your tongue. you continued to jerk him off with sloppy leftover spit in one hand, the other snaking up to twirl the flicks of hair at the nape of his neck. all while he whimpered wet mewls into your mouth, with large hands splayed around your form.

cw: strong language, sexual content, substance abuse, dubcon?idk, reader is kinda needy, praise kink maybe?, slight angst??? dirty talk, slight spanking MDNI 

a/n: so i’ve never ACTUALLY been to a frat party and I am ALSO a virgin. so if anything is wrong… just suspend ur disbelief pls. I dont write often so if anyone has any feedback I would love to hear it!!!! This is NOT proofread so idk if it will all make sense and I lowkey feel like theres too much dialogue but I literally imagine everything like a film in my head so… sorry  😣

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You came into the party with your girls, each of you glittering in gold and silver like disco balls. Travis Scott was blaring through the speakers, muffling the noises of college kids slurping face. 

“You look hot as fuck, y/n,” your friend, Taylor, shouted over the music as you all walked in, struggling past already inebriated people spilling beer out of red solo cups over the floor of the house. You were glad as hell this wasn’t your house. 

“You think so?” You smiled, a little twinkle in your eye. 

You’d be lying if you said you dressed entirely for you. Sure, you loved the little sequin dress you had on, but you were hoping someone else would like it more. You and Rafe had a little thing going on for the last month. You’d hooked up a couple times, flirty texts and pictures but never labelling anything. You knew what kind of guy Rafe was, a playboy, a fuckboy, a total heartbreaker. He had a reputation on Kildare Island and it wasn’t a necessarily good or wholesome one. But fuck, you wanted him and his stupid charming face. And biceps. You didn’t wanna just be one of his hookup girls like tens of others. You wanted more, but you didn’t wanna seem stupid. So, this was the bait to get him to crack.

“I know so, babe,” your friend grinned. “Is it for… a certain someone?” She smirked, nodding towards Rafe in the centre of the room, downing a Corona. 

Screw rose-tinted, you had rose-blinding glasses on - your eyes practically turning into hearts like some old-school cartoon character. It was debasing but you couldn’t help it. You were so into him. His jaw worked to swallow down the beer, his adam’s apple moving up and down as he laughed with his friends, some guy clapping him on the back of his polo shirt, dapping him up. He looked like a god to you, glowing with sweat and alcohol, standing there in his khaki shorts and backwards cap. 

“God,” Taylor groaned, snapping you out of your trance. “You look like you’re making out with him in your head.”

“I am,” you smiled dreamily.

“He’s such an asshole, y/n. He didn’t reply to you for like 3 days straight, remember? He was probably fucking his 110th girl.”

“He replied last night!” you defended. “He helps his dad with his business, okay? You don’t have to assume the worst in everyone,” you rolled your eyes good-naturedly.

“I don’t assume the worst in everyone, I assume the worst in Rafe Cameron,” she laughed. 

You didn’t even hear her, too busy watching him as he interacted with his friends.

“You’re so fucked, y/n,” she laughed. “Go on, go get your man.”

“Do I look okay?” You smoothed out your dress in front of her, before fixing your hair.

“Girl, you look like a model. He wouldn’t be able to resist you if you were wearing a trash bag.” 

“Okay,” you smiled taking a breath. “Love you.”

“Go on, go get him before he runs off to some new shiny thing,” she grinned. 

You quickly filled a cup with some vodka sprite, downing it before you made your way over to him. 

He spotted you as soon as you began appearing in his peripheral vision, turning around with that shit-eating grin.

“Hey, there she is. My little party girl.” 

“Hey,” you smiled.

“C’mon, give us a twirl,” he took your hand, spinning you around. 

Your heart fluttered like a million butterflies, damn it. Him just looking at you had the same effect as having literal sex with him. It was so not okay.

“Pretty,” he smirked. “You wear this for me?”

“You wish,” you rolled your eyes. Yeah, you did. He knew that. 

One of his friends came over with a plate stuffed with little glasses of tequila. “Shots!”

He grinned down at you. “You need a chaser, sweetheart?” 

You wanted to kiss that fuckass smirk from his face. 

You scoffed, “I’m good, thanks.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

“To getting wasted!” some guy slurred, raising the shot glass up as people around you clinked their shots.

You and Rafe raised your glasses.

“To getting wasted?”

“To getting wasted,” you smiled, both downing the shot at the same time. 

You winced as the harsh tequila burned down your throat. “Eugh,”

Rafe passed you a cup of sprite, which you downed immediately.

“What’d I say?”

“Fuck off,” you smiled. 

“You wanna try again?” He grinned, taking another shot for himself as he pressed one into your hands. “Prove you don’t need the chaser.” 

“Bet.” 

You both downed another shot, your face blushed as you smiled at him

“See? I’m a pro.”.

“You’re a seasoned alcoholic, baby,” he laughed, sitting down on the couch, his legs spread like he owned the whole fucking place. He basically did, to you.

“C’mon,” he tapped his thigh.

You smiled, sitting yourself across his lap, your mini-dress riding up to the edge of your ass. The liquid courage and the two shots began to make themselves known, your muscles loosening up and the warmth spreading through your body as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Missed you,” he mumbled in your ear as he played with the hem of your teasing dress. “Haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the last time.”

“Oh yeah?” It was like music to your ears. “Why’d you ghost me then?”

“What, when?”

“Doesn’t matter,” you murmured. You didn’t wanna seem desperate.

“You look like a fucking snack, y/n.” 

“I know. You don’t look too bad yourself,” you grinned. Understatement of the fucking year. You had to give yourself some credit, you were doing a good job at keeping the extent of your desire shoved down. At least you thought you were. 

He pulled the cap off his head, messily placing it on yours. His greasy ass bangs somehow fell perfectly into place. 

“Hey, I got my hair done for tonight,” you chided, slipping the cap back off. 

“Oh, baby, your hair’s gonna be wrecked by the end of the night anyway,” he laughed. 

“Oh really? What makes you so sure?” You had to play hard to get with a guy like him. 

“You.” He grinned. “You can drop the act, y/n.”

“What act?” You furrowed your brows.

“The act where you pretend you’re not dying to fuck,” he murmured into your ear.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re cocky as fuck?”

“Tell me I’m wrong then. I’ll back off.” he raised his hands in the air with a smirk. “Cause uh, I seem to remember just a couple weeks ago, y’know, you were in my bedroom. Tiny excuses of lingerie. Begging me for more.” 

“Harder, Rafe, please,” he mocked, faux-moaning in your ear.

Your cheeks burned with shame, alcohol, and lust.

You pushed him back against the sofa. 

“You’re such an asshole.”

“You fucking love it,” he murmured, his eyes darting from your smokey eyes to your glossed lips. You could barely see the blue of his eyes anymore. Your heart did a series of somersaults, the tequila working its magic as you let your eyes drop down to his lips. 

His hand slid up your neck and it felt like it belonged there. He pulled you in, pressing his lips into yours and intoxicating you more than any drink could. It was hot, messy, wet, desperate. You were pulled briefly out of it for a second as one of his frat brothers slapped him on the back as he passed being the couch.

“Cameron, you the man,” he laughed before passing by.

Rafe just laughed back, cocky and unbreakable. 

He smoothed your hair back. “I got a room upstairs for us. It’s locked, no one else is gonna be in there,” he smirked. 

“You kept a room for whatever girl you’d see first?” you teased, still trying the nonchalant act. 

He shrugged leaning back, his hand coming around his mouth as if wiping some invisible stain. “Nah, was waiting for you.” 

You blinked, not expecting that. Rafe Cameron didn’t just want girls, he wanted you, it seemed. 

“You were waiting for me?” you asked a little quieter. 

“I said it once, you don’t need me to say it again,” he rolled his eyes but he was smiling. 

You couldn’t help the happiness that was so visible on your face. “But i want you to say it again.”

“Fucks sake,” he mumbled. “I, Rafe Cameron, saved a room upstairs, not just for any girl, no, but for Y/N. So that I could fuck her brains out.” He enunciated every word, teasing her. 

“The end ruined it,” you smiled shaking your head. 

“But that’s what we’re gonna do, am i wrong?” he smirked.

You evaded an answer, because you both knew it was an instant no. 

“You turned it gross when it was going so cute,” you giggled a little, already feeling more bubbly now that the drinks had time to settle. 

“Oh, baby, I can fuck cute too if that’s what you want,” he laughed. “But i know you don’t like it like that,” he murmured in your ear. 

You swallowed, feeling the curling heat rise up in your stomach from his words, as a montage of shots replayed in your mind. Bathroom sink. Bent over. Hair pulled. Red handprints. 

You snapped out of it, eyes focusing back on his face in front of yours as he gazed into your eyes. “Let’s go,” you mumbled. 

“That’s my girl,” he smirked, helping you down as you slid off his lap, lightly slapping your ass as you turned around with a faux-chiding smile.

He took your hand leading you through the crowd of wasted people dancing, you didn’t know if it was just the alcohol but it looked like people were moving out of the way as soon as his presence was near, like he was fucking Moses parting the Red Sea. 

He led you upstairs. He was an upperclassman so he had his own room in the house. Pulling the keys from his pocket he quickly unlocked the door, pushing you up against it as it shut, locking itself. The force made a couple small things fall off the shelf close by.

 “Oops,” you giggled, all rosy-cheeked. “Hey, what is that?” 

You leaned down to see whatever it was that fell, it looked like a figurine of some kind. 

“Baby, I just got you up here and you want a fucking room tour? We dont have time for that, sweetheart,” he mumbled, already pressing sloppy kisses on your neck. 

Your eyes darted around the room, unable to focus on multiple things at once, his kisses and your environment. You noticed the posters on the walls in the dark lighting. A Fight Club poster, some Kanye West album (you would have to nag him about that later), a poster of Halle Berry as a Bond girl, like it was fucking 2002. You wanted to ask him all about them, you loved being in his space. You wanted him to talk about everything in his room, explain each and every little detail while you soaked it up. 

“What the fuck are you looking at?” he mumbled against your neck, before pulling back to search your glassy eyes. “Are you not into this?”

“What?” Your eyes immediately focused back on his dark blue ones, boring down at you like he was concerned about the answer. “No, I’m into it,” you nodded matter of factly with your huge pupils. “A lot.”

“Is this your room? I like it,” you smiled.

“Thanks,” he muttered. “Now shut the fuck up and focus on me, not the room, you weirdo,” he grinned, pulling you in with both hands on your cheeks, kissing your lips.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he breathed against your neck as he pushed you back on the bed. You bounced slightly, giggling as you sat back on your elbows with a smug little smile, looking like a total princess. He stood at the foot of the bed, shaking his head with a smile. “You fuck me up, you know that?” 

He crawled on top of you, his body caging you in completely. 

“Have you been working out more?” You blinked, the question innocently slipping from your lips. You couldn’t help it, not when his biceps were right in front of you like that. You traced one of the veins popping out with your index finger. You weren’t totally out of it, but enough so to have lowered your inhibitions a shame. Though his body probably would had the same effect on you even without the alcoholic push. 

He laughed with a downright evil smirk. “You said that last time,”

“Oh… maybe you just get bigger every time. One day you wont even be able to fit in the bed anymore,” you giggled, making yourself laugh with your imagination.

“I need some fucking duct tape for your mouth,” he murmured despite his laugh. “Turn over.”

You pouted. “I like seeing your face though,”

He rolled his eyes. “I meant turn over so I can unzip your dress, dummy. I wouldn’t start from behind. I’m not an asshole.”

“Oh,” you smiled, rolling onto your stomach for him, cheek smushed adorably onto his pillow. He’d never admit it, but his heart skipped a beat at the sight. You were so goddamn cute. “But you have started from behind before.” Your brows wrinkled with confusion.

He was too busy pressing kisses to your shoulder blades as he unzipped. He pulled the sparkly dress down throwing it behind him as he took a second to admire your body. He laughed, “Oh, this is slutty as fuck.”

He smirked pulling off your lace panties, though they were more like a string.

“Jesus Christ, they’re already wet too. ’N I didn’t even do anything,” he murmured, holding them up as if to examine them, before tucking them into his back pocket. 

He undid the clasp of your matching bra, not before playfully slapping your ass. You couldn’t help how a slight whimper escaped your lips, your ass moving up into his touch.

“Oh you like that, yeah? Knew you do,” he smirked, turning you back over to face him as you shrugged your bra off. 

Your cheeks blushed pink. “Stop teasing, rafe.”

“What, no foreplay?” he grinned.

“I don’t mean that, I just mean- you’re just sitting there like- just- looking like that and you’re not doing anything,” you huffed, your lips in a slight pout from the frustration, and the wet, hot ache between your legs.

“Looking like what?” 

“Rafe!” You couldn’t take it anymore, he was so smug.  

He crawled back over you, pulling his shirt off with a smirk. “Alright, alright. Don’t worry, baby, I’ll give you what you want now. Fuckin’ impatient.”

He pressed his lips onto yours with a burning, searing need, groaning against your mouth as he pulled off, scattering kisses down your jaw and your neck. You squirmed beneath his body with quick little breaths and whimpers, slightly twitching whenever his tongue ran over a sensitive spot, brows pulled up in simultaneous pleasure and frustration. you couldn’t help but let your hands roam all over his body, palms flat against his hard toned torso as if searching for something desperately. He sucked on the thin skin of your neck, licking over it before pulling back with a sparkle in his eye. 

“You’re not gonna cover that shit up with makeup, yeah?”

You shook your head as you looked up at him “I won’t.”

“Good girl,” he smirked. 

You hated how it made the blood rush down your body when he called you that. He kissed down the valley of your breasts. “Perfect fuckin’ tits,” he mumbled against your skin, kneading them in his big hands, thumbs brushing over your nipples, pebbling them. You looked down and fuck, the sight alone made your pussy twitch. 

“Yeah?” you breathed out. You didn’t care about anything now, nothing but his hands on your skin, the pulsing need between your legs, and the desire for his pretty words in your ears. 

“Yeah, fuckin’ art,” he mumbled grinning up at you. “Best rack I ever saw.”

You rolled your eyes despite the smile. He always ruined his praise, but it still made your cheeks hot. 

He pressed hot, wet kisses down your stomach, leaving a burning trail all the way down to your entrance. He looked up at you with his dark gaze as he slowly inserted a finger in. “That good?”

You gasped softly, back slightly arching off the bed at his touch. “Uh huh,” you whimpered, nodding. He pushed in and out slowly, feeling your wetness coat his finger before adding another one, the sound becoming obscene. 

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned with furrowed brows as he used his thumb to stroke your puffy clit. 

“You’re so fucking wet,” he mumbled, eyes locked down on your pussy as his fingers quickened in pace. Your mouth fell open, chest rising up and down, “Oh god,” you whimpered, already feeling so close. To your further frustration, he pulled his fingers out of you with his award-winning smirk. 

“Wh-“

“Look at this shit. Nasty fuckin’ girl. You get this wet for everyone?” He held his fingers up, grinning as strings of your lust stretched between them. 

You were both mortified and so sinfully turned on right now, you could barely form words. You shook your head, catching your breath. 

He held your face, the same wet fingers pressing into your cheeks, making you squeal. “Say it. Use your words, baby.”

“No, only you,” you whispered. 

“That’s fuckin’ right,” he smirked. 

He sat up on his knees, undoing his belt. Your hand slid down to between your legs, circling your clit softly as you watched him. 

He pushed down his pants and boxers in one. You had to bite your lip so not as to moan at the sight of him, long, thick, and hard. He gave his dick a few pumps, using the precum at the tip to stroke himself. 

“You want me to use the belt on you?” He raised his brows. 

You squeaked slightly in protest, shaking your head. “No.”

“Then take your hand off.” 

You slid your hand back on the bed as he pulled you closer by your ankles. He settled between your legs, rubbing the head between your folds teasingly before gently slapping it onto your clit with a smirk, watching you twitch helplessly. 

“Rafe, c’mon,” you whined.

“What was that?”

“Rafe, please.”

“Please what, baby? I cant help you out if I don’t know what the issue is,” he said mockingly.

“Rafe!”

“What’d I say before, sweetheart? Use your?”

“Words,” you breathed out. 

“So what is it you want me to do?”

He kept rubbing his dick just at your entrance, never fully pushing in.

“Please just fuck me, Ray,” you begged. 

“That’s more like it,” he smirked. 

He quickly pulled your legs up so that your ankles were on his shoulders, with a hand locked around of of your smooth legs and another on your stomach, he pushed into you, 

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned immediately.

“So fuckin’ tight, Jesus,” he said through gritted teeth. He went slowly first, even when you wanted it so badly he knew your body wouldn’t be at the same speed as your mind. He pushed in and out of you at an agonising pace, a damp mousy blond strand falling down across his forehead.

“Fuck, look at that,” he murmured. “Fuckin’ filling you up right now.”

You followed his intense gaze, looking down at your stomach where you could see the faint outline of his cock inside you. He pressed down on the bulge with his hand as he thrusted making you moan out. 

“You can go faster, Rafe,” you breathed out.

“Yeah?”

You nodded as he quickened his pace, from soft thrusts to slams, making you cry out. “Fuck, yes,” you moaned, brows pulled together. 

Your tits bounced obscenely, his hand going down to gently slap one. He thrust into you harder, leaning in closer to you so that your knees were pressed to your chest as he looked down at you, his cross chain swinging back and forth. “Such a fucking whore for me, huh?” 

You nodded, your head in a daze, mouth opening to say something but all that could come out was intelligible babbles. 

He laughed at the sight, but he felt a strange feeling of butterflies in his stomach that he pushed down. “So cock-drunk you can’t even talk,”

“Harder, Ray,” you moaned.

“Oh, but you can say that,” he laughed. “Whatever you want, baby girl.” He practically began fucking you into the bed, eyes locked on you.

“Oh my god, fuck,” you cried out, head rolling back as he hit your cervix. 

“You close?” he panted.

“Uh huh- fuck, right there, Ray.”

With his hands on either side of your head he fucked into you with a bruising pace. “You gonna come, pretty girl?”

“Mhm,” you whimpered as he thrust into you relentlessly, your wetness and his both creating an obscene ring at the base of his dick. 

“Come on my cock, baby, come on,” he brought down one hand to your clit, rubbing circles around it while he fucked you. 

You moaned shamelessly loud, anyone walking past the door could hear you even over the music, but you were too drunk on him to give a fuck. 

“Rafe, ohmygod fuck- im gonna,” you cut yourself off with a pornstar-level moan, your back arching right off the bed as your eyes rolled back. Your pussy spasmed around him, your relief washing over you with the most intense pleasure. Feeling your walls tighten around his cock, Rafe pushed into you, buried to the hilt as he released, filling you up with his hot, wet cum. 

“Jesus- fuck,” he groaned, his own eyes rolling back too as sweat glistened across his forehead. He panted over you, catching his breath before slowly pulling out, his release dripping down your thighs as he let your legs down. He dropped down onto the pillow beside you, both of you catching your breath as you stared at the ceiling. 

You turned over first, your neck turning against the pillow to look at him.

“That was…”

“Fuckin’ amazing,” he finished for you, eyes still locked on the ceiling as his chest finally slowed down.

“Yeah,” you smiled. 

You turned fully on your side to face him. 

“Rafe?” You sat up softly, looking down at him. He looked so cute it was painful, all fucked out, sweat glittering on his skin. You just wanted to lick it right off him- What?

“Yeah?” He mumbled, making you blink back to reality. 

You sat for a second before flopping back down on the bed. it was probably the wrong time to tell him how you really felt. “Nothing,” you murmured. 

He didn’t say anything back, not curious about your question or lack of it. You kind of hoped he’d press you so you’d have no choice. The music made its way back to your ears, muffled behind the locked door of his room. You didn’t have to tell him how you felt right now, not when things seemed so perfect. Whether it was the alcohol, or the fucking, your eyes gently fell shut, lashes long against the apples of your cheeks. By the time Rafe has turned his head over to look at you, you were out. His brows furrowed, how the fuck did she knock herself out already? 

“Y/N?” He said quietly. “…Y/N?”

He realised you wouldn’t be waking up soon unless he shook you awake, which for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to do, not when you were lying there like a little debauched doll. 

He didn’t know what to do with you. He never did. He dragged a palm over his face. 

PART 1 MASTERLIST

a/n: HIGHLY requested part 2. i hope i did you guys justice i tried my best to not let you guys down because you guys were PISSED

sleep definitely doesn’t come easy for you that night after rafe drops you home, the car ride there excruciatingly uncomfortable as rafe repeats his meaningless apologies again and again. ‘i swear i’ll change,’ he says. ‘i just wasn’t thinking properly.’

slamming the door in his face, you lie in bed for hours tossing and turning; your body aches from all the aimless walking and your phone is still dead on your nightstand.

you barely get two hours of sleep, spending the night replaying everything that happened over and over again in your head. when the sun finally begins to spill through your curtains and your eyes start to droop down, you hear a knock on the door. then two more.

“baby?” his voice calls from outside. you ignore him, pulling your bedsheets over your head in an attempt to drone out his noise. god the nerve this man has.

“i know you’re still mad.. just- just please just let me explain.” his voice is shaking, the words stumbling over each other.

“im not leaving until you talk to me.”

“oh my fucking god,” you mutter under your breath, letting out an annoyed sigh before dragging yourself out of bed. the second you open the door, rafe immediately starts talking.

“baby i’m so fucking sorry-”

slap.

his head snaps to the side. neither of you says a word as he stays completely still, his hand slowly coming up to his stinging cheek. his jaw clenches as his eyes remain fixed on the ground instead of you. the side of his face is bright red, his lips parted like he wants to say something but nothing comes out.

you let the silence sit between you for a few seconds.

“look at me.”

his eyes are bloodshot, dark circles beneath them like he hasn’t slept all night either.

“does that hurt?”

he nods. you hold his gaze for another second before letting out a humorless laugh.

“yeah,” you shrug. “you’ll be fine.”

in his other hand is a bouquet of flowers, now hanging limply at his side as a few petals fall on your front porch. you yank them from his hand, taking a look at the red roses neatly wrapped with a ribbon. he must’ve stopped by your favorite flower shop on the way here.

you scoff, dangling the bouquet in front his face. “are you fucking kidding me rafe? flowers? you think that’s gonna fix shit?” you don’t mean to yell, but your voice gets louder.

“i just thought that-”

you aggressively shove the bouquet back into his chest, causing him to stumble backwards while he catches it.

“you thought? yeah where was all that thinking last fucking night rafe?” you laugh bitterly. he opens his mouth to speak but you don’t let him.

“you just fucking left me there alone in the middle of the night! me, rafe. your girlfriend. you left your girlfriend on the side of the road at 2 am. is that getting through your thick fucking skull?” you yell.

his eyes begin to well up with tears, his bottom lip shaking as he struggles to find the words.

“i-i didn’t..” he cuts himself off with a shaky breath, dragging his hand over his face. “i fucked up. i really fucked up, i-i know that okay? please don’t leave-”

you shake your head. “we’re fucking done rafe.” your voice is firm. “don’t ever come to my house again, do you understand?”

his expression falls instantly. “no-no.. please..” his voice cracks as his hand desperately reaches out to to get a hold of you. “i-i promise i’ll be better for you baby, i’ll fix this. i’ll- i’ll do anything okay? you don’t mean that-” he cries out, but you slam the door in his face, locking the door behind you.

he immediately starts pounding on the door, his palms hitting the wood over and over as he twists the locked doorknob desperately, trying to get it open.

the next few days are as restless as always. at first, rafe shows up at your door everyday standing outside for hours on the front porch begging you to come out. but when you never do, he starts to blow up your phone with unknown numbers when he realizes you blocked him.

it starts off with the missed calls. twenty. thirty. even fifty a day. he leaves voice messages too. some angry, some crying, most of them just him begging you to pick up.

then comes the text messages. all from different numbers when you block one after the other. it scares you when you finally start to realize how obsessive he’s become.

MASTERLIST

everyone knew rafe was madly in love with you ever since you guys had become inseparable at the ripe age of 14. well, except for you. people would always ask why someone so loving and kind as you would ever put up with rafe and his violent, cruel behavior. the truth was, he never acted that way in front of you. rafe had perfected his innocent act whenever he was around you, and did everything in his power to keep it up. he couldn’t bear the thought of you looking at him like everyone else did, especially when he was so in love with you that he could drop to his knees anytime you talked to him.

that naturally led to you being extremely confused every time someone asked something along the lines of, “he’s so dangerous, you really shouldn’t be hanging around him” or “rafe cameron is bad news.” you would just furrow your eyebrows and respond, “but he’s so nice.”

so it definitely wasn’t pretty when he got caught red handed as you walked in on him and his friends holding JJ by his neck, just about to lunge at him.

“hold him still. what- what do you think? a four iron, right?” rafe’s voice booms through the halls of midsummers, and your face brightens as you finally find him. however as you walk towards the noise, your heart drops as you realize rafe is not actually talking about golf. “alright keep his head still. ‘m gonna line this up.”

“very rafe of you rafe, five on one?” JJ chokes out. “okay if you could please stop talking? it’s very disrespectful when i’m trying to hit a ball alright? learn your etiquette my friend.” you quickly rush in, gasping at the sight of kelce choking JJ and rafe acting as if he’s about to swing. “what the hell is going on?” you let out. rafe’s face immediately drops as he stands up straight, awkwardly clearing his throat as the room goes silent.

“nothing- nothing is going on here okay? this is not what it looks like, JJ here just needed a little guidance on the way out.” rafe says. you turn to look at JJ, who is pleading with his eyes, cuts all over his face. “kelce what the fuck? let him go.” you say, walking over and yanking kelce’s arm off of JJ.

“rafe, seriously. what is this? what are you doing?” you ask, still confused on what you just walked in on. you turn to JJ, leaning down to where his head is hanging low. “are you okay?” rafe’s jaw clenches at the sight of you with him, shaking his head letting out a small “jesus christ he’s fuckin’ fine.” to himself. JJ just gives you a quick smile, whispering “i’m alright i’m fine.”

you walk up to rafe who’s avoiding your eye contact. “you’re out of your mind” you scoff, “you guys are all fucked up.” rafe laughs at the comment, getting overtaken by anger as his facade starts to slip. “out of my mind? OUT OF MY MIND? you’re seriously defending this pogue piece of shit? over- over me?” his voice starts to get louder. “rafe, man chill-” some kook says beside him.

security bursts through the door at that moment, JJ saying something about a ‘criminal trespass’ and how he should be escorted out. you don’t process what’s happening as your mind starts to race, thinking of what would have happened if you didn’t walk in. memories come flooding in of everyone who had ever warned you about rafe.

rafe seemed to have snapped back into his thoughts, as he walked towards you lifting both arms up in ‘surrender.’ “look. how ‘bout we forget what just happened and go back to the party, yeah? i’ll go get us some drinks-” he starts, but you cut him off saying, “no, rafe. tell me what you were doing to JJ before i came in. why are you acting like this? you never do this.” you say as the guys next to you laugh in pure disbelief about how clueless you are of his actions. it makes you feel stupid.

“i wasn’t doing anything, baby. you believe me right? i wouldn’t lie to you. now cmon let’s go enjoy the party.” you scoff at his blatant lie, grabbing his hand and dragging him to a nearby balcony where it’s now just the two of you. “why were those guys laughing when i said that? is this what it’s about? how everyone keeps telling me that you’re-”

“it doesn’t matter what everyone tells you, i-i treat you well don’t i? tonight was just a mistake and you should have never been there-” he rambles, starting to panic at your persistence. “and if i wasn’t? then what would have happened?” you argue.

“nothing- nothing would have happened.” he rubs his palms against his forehead, clearly stressed out. “it just feels like you’re hiding something from me. like everyone else knows something i don’t and they think i’m stupid.”

“who said you’re stupid? you’re not fuckin’ stupid- who the fuck said that to you?” rafe’s blood starts to boil again at the thought of someone belittling you like that over him. “that doesn’t matter, rafe. what matters is you telling me the truth. which you’re not doing.” you cross your arms.

“i am telling you the truth.”

“you swear?”

“i promise.”

his favorite view

surprising your exhausted boyfriend in that burgundy lace set he loves so much. — spicy fluff, suggestive themes, dirty talk, domestic bf!rafe. not proofread.

tannyhill’s quiet tonight. ward and rose out for business. sarah staying at the chateau. and wheezie already asleep.

the digital clock on the nightstand shows a ‘10:16 PM’. the bedroom was all warm light—yet cold air of the ac piercing his skin.

rafe sprawled on the bed. wearing a t-shirt he just changed like couple of minutes ago, after work. scrolling through whatever his phone algorithm gave. he huffs in exhaustion, dragging his palm down his face.

MASTERLIST

“you will never fucking guess who’s back in town.” topper announces, dropping into his seat at their usual table at the country club.

“top, you really think i care about whatever shit ruthie told you? i have business to deal with and my dad-” rafe’s sentence dies in his throat as topper says your name, his expression falling instantly.

“oh shiiiit. you talkin’ about rafe’s girl? the one that left him crying when she moved?” kelce says, jokingly patting rafe on the back saying, “good luck bro.”

“are you serious? she’s back? why?” rafe asks as his throat dries up. “thought u didn’t care,” topper teases, laughing with kelce. “just fuckin tell me.”

“i don’t know why she’s back. ruthie said something about her dads business and how they had to move back home.”

“so..so shes staying here? like moving? permanently?” rafe says, running his hands through his hair as he leans back in his seat.

“yes bro, chill with the fucking questions you’ll probably see her soon anyways,” topper replies.

“weren’t you like madly in love with her-” kelce starts, only to be quickly shut down by rafe.

“just shut up.”

when rafe finally sees you for the first time in 3 years, it’s at the bonfire by the beach. flames light up the night sky, throwing flickering orange light over a sea of locals and tourists while music blasts from a pair of battered speakers.

he spots you almost as soon as he arrives, although he does admit his eyes were desperately searching for you amongst the crowd. you were standing there so casually as if you had never left.

your features had matured, long lashes fluttering against your cheeks as you laughed at something someone said. your eyes caught the golden light of the bonfire, hair flowing with the salty ocean breeze.

he just stands there across the beach, heart pounding in his chest unable to move. he thinks about what he would say to you; did you even remember him? had you even thought about him once since you left? were you here with someone?

“hello- are you even listening?” a kook girl says beside him, snapping her fingers in front of his face. it brings rafe back to reality as he turns towards the girl who looks visibly annoyed by his lack of attention. “huh? what’d you say?” he asks.

“i asked if you want to grab a drink with me.” she replies. just before rafe is about to decline her offer, he realizes that you’re standing right next to the beer keg. “yeah, yeah sure i’m down.”

the girl grabs his hand, dragging him through the crowd of people until they reach the keg. rafe’s gaze never leaves you, even when the girl shoves a red solo cup into his chest. he tries to focus on what she’s saying- he really does. something about how they should ‘go for dinner sometime’ and that she’d ’love to meet his sisters.’ but his eyes keep trailing behind her, landing on you tucking your hair behind your ear, giggling at some random kook.

his jaw clenches as a wave of jealousy tightens his chest. he impulsively pushes the girl to the side and walks over with not a single plan in his head. thankfully your eyes meet his before he has to say anything as you rush over, giving him a tight hug. “oh my god rafe? it’s been so long!” you smile. he can tell you’re tipsy by your flushed cheeks.

a wide grin immediately spreads across his face. “hey doll. it’s good to see you again,” he says, forcing confidence as he tries to prove to you that he’s grown out of that shy kid who used to follow you around like a puppy.

“wow rafe, you look so different.” you say, your eyes trailing him up and down. “and very tall.”

he laughs at your comment, a rush of satisfaction taking over him for a split second. he steps in front of the guy who you were talking to, naturally hiding him from your line of vision. he hears him mutter something of annoyance under his breath before walking away.

“so how’ve you been?” rafe asks.

“i’ve been pretty busy actually, our family moved around a lot before coming back here. but it’s glad to be back.” you say.

“it’s good to have you back. welcome home.” rafe smiles, scratching the back of his head before awkwardly asking, “so uh- do you.. do you have a boyfriend here with you?”

you shake your head, laughing at the way he said it. “no rafe, i don’t have a boyfriend.” he lets out a sigh of relief before laughing with you.

just as you open your mouth to say something, you hear topper calling your name from across the beach, jogging up to give you a hug. “heyyy welcome back, welcome back.” he drunkenly smiles, his arm reaching up to pat rafe on the shoulder.

“i see you’ve already met your number one admirer,” topper says to you with a grin. your brows knit together as you glance between them.

when you finally look at rafe, every hint of composure he had before is gone as the heat climbs up his neck, a flush spreading across his cheeks. “just uh- just ignore top he’s drunk.” rafe excuses, stuttering in embarrassment.

MASTERLIST

“call- call her right now” rafe’s voice is faint but recognizable through the phone five seconds after topper called you in the middle of the night. “dude she’s already on the call.” topper replies, followed by a loud shuffling noise as rafe harshly grabs the phone from him, losing balance and almost falling off the couch while doing so.

“heyyy..come to the party i wanna see you.” rafe slurs out. you roll your eyes, running your fingers through your hair in frustration. “are you kidding me? it’s 2am rafe. you guys woke me up im not going anywhere.” you reply in annoyance.

you hear the phone being passed around again, until it lands on toppers voice. “please i’m begging you just come pick him up. he’s like fucking high and drunk as shit and he says he won’t stop drinking until you come-”

“don’t fuckin’ tell her that” you hear rafe interrupt.

“dude shut up you’re seriously so fucked.” topper responds, “anyways please come just pull up for a second.” he begs. “topper i’m not going to your house at 2am i have to wake up early tomorrow. just tell rafe to snap out of it he’ll be fine.”

“he’s literally pouting as you say that right now.” topper says, glancing to his side where rafe is sitting there half slumped attentively trying to listen to your voice.

“wha-what’s she sayin’? is she coming?” you hear on the line, clawing your heart slightly at how desperate he sounds. “she said she’s not coming bro” you hear topper reply.

“oh my god fine i’ll come. just stop him from drinking or getting high or whatever the fuck he’s doing. ill leave now.” you reply, gaining a sigh of relief from topper.

when you reach the house the thumping music already starts to hurt your head. people greet you on your way in, not forgetting to mention something about how “rafe hasn’t stopped talking about you” and that “he’s been looking for you this whole time.”

you move through the busy, sweaty crowd looking for the familiar figure. when you finally find him, he spots you from across the room and immediately tries to stand up opening his arms widely. his intoxication however leads him to stumble and lose balance as topper helps him up, shaking his head in irritation. “thanks for coming seriously i owe you one-” topper starts but gets interrupted by rafe’s slurred voice saying “ohhhh my god you’re here..i missed you so bad.”

rafe wraps his arms around your waist, giving you a sloppy kiss on your cheek to which you freeze, taken aback. topper and kelce look just as confused as you, asking “since when does rafe cameron kiss you? you guys a thing or what?” you respond shaking your head which is now buried deep in his chest, saying “since never? we’re not a thing he’s just drunk.”

after saying your byes you attempt to drag rafe through the crowd but it’s hard when other drunk people who are unaware of their surroundings keep bumping into you. “nobody touch my girl i’ll fuckin’ kill you” rafe inaudibly shouts to some guy next to you as you whisper, “rafe please shut up it’s embarrassing.”

the car ride home is unexpectedly silent. you occasionally glance over at rafe who sits there sloppily, pupils blown wide and eyes half lidded. “you okay?” you ask. “i’m okay baby.” he smiles, turning his droopy head towards you. “why are you calling me that? and that kiss earlier? what’s up with you?” you question, a bit frustrated.

“but you are my baby.” he mutters under his breath. “no i’m not rafe, we’re just friends. and you’ve literally never said that before today.”

“so what? i can’t- i can’t call you shit now?” rafe argues.

“you sure you’re not just horny? no offense rafe but you usually never call me when you’re drunk because you’re too busy fucking some random girl.”

your statement makes rafe’s eyebrows knit and you can see the pure offense on his face. “wow okay.” he goes silent. “look i didnt mean it like that,” you start, trying to keep your eyes on the road and focus on driving. “i’m just confused on why you’re all of a sudden acting like we’re dating.”

rafe opens his mouth to say something, but then hesitates and closes it again. when you finally arrive at his house, you quickly get out of the car and walk around, opening the passenger side door to which he immediately leans into you. you help him out of the car, one of his arms over your shoulder as you quietly bring him upstairs to his room.

rafe immediately flops on the bed, lying on his back as he opens both arms urging you to join. “please i need you.” he whispers. you can feel your face reddening as you slowly walk over, gently sitting down on the bed next to his figure. he drags your body down, engulfing you into his embrace. his skin radiates warmth, flushed from the alcohol and you can almost smell his cologne buried in the scent of weed.

you look up at his face noticing how he’s sloppily smiling as he looks back at you, hair all ruffled up. you almost miss the way his pupils dialate as he watches you run your fingers through it. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty.” he says.

you stay silent as you convince yourself it’s just the alcohol and drugs talking, not him. “rafe don’t say stuff like that.” you quietly respond. “why not? it’s true.” he says, half lidded eyes never once leaving your face. “you just- you can’t. we’re not like that.”

you sit up slightly from your position attempting to snap back into your thoughts. “let me go pick out some fresh clothes for you, you can take a warm shower and clean up. how about that?” you ask. “no, not yet.” he says, pulling you back down onto the bed next to him. your face flushes when you notice how close it is to his.

“it wasn’t a question-” you say, but you get cut off by his lips crashing into yours. his tongue grazes along your bottom lip as if he’s asking for permission. you freeze for a second before letting his tongue slip into your mouth as you gently kiss him back; he cups your cheek with his palm, his thumb slowly stroking your cheek up and down.

you can taste the alcohol from him, bringing you back to reality as you pull away.

“rafe you’re drunk. we shouldn’t be doing this-”

“i’m so in love with you.” he admits. your eyes go wide as you shake your head.

“that’s not even funny rafe. don’t say shit like that when you’re not sober.”

the words hang between you, swallowed by the silence. his expression falters for just a second like he’s searching for the right words but coming up empty.

watching off campus with rafe ( warnings ? none )

the first episode of ‘off campus’ wasn’t even on for 30 seconds before rafe started huffing like you had ruined every day he was ever going to have.

he did this every time you started a new tv show, complaining that he didn’t want to get stuck watching more “boring” and “girly” shit.

you chose to ignore rafe’s interruptive noises and it didn’t take long before he became uninterested entirely, tapping away on his phone instead.

from the corner of your eye, you caught him sneaking glances at the tv when something captured his attention and his phone screen turned black as it was soon forgotten.

after a handful of episodes had gone by, rafe was on the edge of his seat and his arms were resting comfortably against his thighs.

“jesus christ, this is total bullshit! why are these girls so horny for this dean guy when logan is right there?” he exclaimed, a finger pointed at the tv in disbelief.

you mushed your lips together in amusement when rafe shook his buzzcut head and ran a hand down his face at what he was witnessing.

“fuck this, i’m going to bed. these hockey dudes are ridiculous and hannah should’ve just stayed with the guitar player” he mumbled, making no actual effort to move from his place on the couch.