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-enemy!Rafex Reader

-warnings:smut, hair pulling, mentions of oral (m.recieving) size kink, praise, no use of y/n.

"Holy shit.." you lay on the middle of his bed, muttering under your breath as you take in the sight of him in front of you, on his knees, pants discarded somewhere on the floor. He looks down where your eyes are glued, he's fully hard, 8 inches on full display, thick, heavy and a slight curve that you know will hit your sweet spot every single time.

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enemy!Rafeis big, 8 inches when hard in length and 7 innches in thickness, he has 3 prominent veins, a flushed pink tip and heavy balls. he will always give it to you all the way. Hold you as he pins you to the door of the country club bathroom stall, taking his anger out when he saw you being extra kind to one of the kook guys. He takes you mid work, not caring if anyone notices, he wants them to know.

enemy!Rafeloves humiliating you, trip you when you have drinks in your tray, not hard enough to make you fall but enough to spill some of the drink off the glass, earning a critical look from your boss and the guests. Calling you "sloppy" and "distracted". You have gotten 5 talks this past weeks and you're on the verge of being fired. You catch Rafe before he leaves, walking heavily as anger fills your body the closer you get. He notices, he lives for it. You close the gap with a slap straight to his face, making his grin widen more. "You that angry baby? You should understand that I need you fired so I can take care of you."

"Are you fucking crazy?! I need this job! Of course I'm fucking angry."

"Is that so? Let me make it cum out of you."

enemy!Rafe cant get his eyes off you, goes to the country club frequently just to have eyes over you and will always grab you aside during your breaks, always complaining. "Why did you smile at him?" "Do you like him?" "You need attention that bad, slut?". You hiss at him at the moment, always telling him to fuck off, but he owns you, and you love it. Hes even more possessive in bed, always filling your ear with filthy degrading words, always adding to your pleasure. He will grab your hands, lifting your torso and keeping you in place with one hand on your ass. Clap! His palm will smack firmly on your ass, making you wince in that pain that melts into pleasure immediately. He pounds into you hard and fast. "You like when I fuck you rough like this?" another smack. "Answer me, you slut." You barley get a "yes" out, the pace making your entire brain fuzzy. "Is my whore already cockdrunk?" he taunts. "Poor thing, too bad I'm going to keep going as long as I fucking want. This pussy belongs to only me, don't you dare fuck anyone else, ill fucking kill them, got it, bitch? Just nod and keep taking it like the filthy slut you are."

enemy!Rafe loves exploring kinks with you, his other hookups lasting no more then 30 minutes, with you, the longest has been 4 hours. He takes time out of his day to search new positions, toys for you, outfits, materials, everything. He doesn't overstep, he might be aggressive in bed but he knows to not limit you only to your sexual relations, which surprised you. He offers, but a no is a no. His favorites are you being dressed up, in skimpy little outfits that barley cover anything, skirt so short they don't even lap over the highest point of the curve of your ass, he makes you put on a show, stripping in front of him, making you grind against him, and he doesn't dare to touch himself until you do it for him. He loves public sex, fucking you in the woods, his house even when he's not alone, on his balcony where any worker or Rose and Ward can see, the country club bathrooms and storage rooms and his favorite, the beach, at night during bonfires, when you both are drunk, at shore, moving your hips in a slow and loving pace as he holds you above him, the sight of you underneath the stars makes his breath hitch.

enemy!Rafe leaves every time he starts showing his feelings, he has major trust issues, both of his parents were pouges and when his mom left, beside the trust issues he developed a big hatred to all pouges to cope. He spoke about his mom once after sex and as soon as your face softened at the sight of his tears, he immediately got up and left. You ignored him after, and that made him even more mad, you got into a huge fight and of course fixed it with sex. That's another Rafe Cameron specialty, avoiding important talks and instead putting a band aid on it, thinking he can fix it, you stood up to him once about it, and his reply was "nothing is ever this serious, just be normal." You hate how you forgive him so easily, how you melt when he treats you good, like a girlfriend. You're used to it now, you know he wants to be more then this, but he will never admit it, and you are okay with that, you learned to let go, be less dependent on his attention, not caring to text first, reply to calls even when your busy, nor to go out of your way to clear your schedule to see him, and he hates it.

-ewb!Rafe x reader

-Rafe finds out his friends are arguing on who can get with you first. based on this

-warnings: jealousy, possession kink, oral (F. receiving), rough sex, p in v, hair pulling, face grabbing.

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It started as the only question that gets collage boys to sit straighter and actually think using their nonexistent brains, 'smash or pass'. The minute you get brought up, everyone starts betting on who can get you in bed and how they would do that, what they think you would like and basically everything regarding your sexual preferences, but the biggest concern was the question: "how they would get you in bed?" because they have tried, most of them have and they ended up with a bruised ego and face flushed from humiliation. You weren't easy, not stupid enough to waste your time with a frat bro who forgets your name the second you tell him, however you would never pass down the opportunity to lead them on and then randomly switch to humiliating them before they have a chance to ask you to go upstairs. Some of your friends say you take it too far, telling you you're going to a reputation for being bitchy, people already say how you are actually hard to get, but they just overcomplicate it. You aren't hard to get, you just need someone of your level.

Rafe Cameron stood quietly amongst the conversation, no one pointed it out because they guessed he wouldn't sleep with you because of your on going rivalry, but they were far from right, Rafe is closer then any of them could get in a 100 years from now. He acted like a boyfriend in private, stranger in public and with casual sex involved. It was perfect, enough attention for you but not too much to make you suffocate.

He was hearing enough, enough of what these lowlifes think would make you happy, but really they didn't give a shit about that, they were just listing their own desires and mixing you in there. He was losing his patience, didn't know what was worse, hearing them be extremely wrong or some actually listing stuff that you did enjoy. That's where he started worrying, what if you gave a chance to the guys that would know what to do with you? What if you forget about him then? What if you would happier with them? His palm was sweating, his leg was shaking up and down, he was running a hand through his hair, it falling back perfectly just above his eyes. He needed to see you now, forget about this, show you who can really handle you, pleasure you, be perfect for you. Rafe quickly got up, muttering some excuse about having to run errands while those degenerates kept blabbering about levels they cant reach. It infuriated him, knowing you could drop him for one of them anytime. He knows you would never, because whether you like it or not, you are his and he will prove it.

You hear a loud bang on your door, followed by other rapid ones, you roll your eyes, you were finally alone, thought you can catch up on studying. You open the door, Rafes tall figure filling your doorstep. He looks at you, eyeing up and down at your body while he has the most angry look on his face. His nostrils flare as he breathes heavily, still not saying a word, looking only at your eyes now. You groan impatiently, waiting long enough for him to talk.

"What?!" You say, annoyance filling your voice. He rolls his eyes, always unhappy with your attitude.

"Shut up." he says before stepping into your bedroom, cupping your face and locking his lips with yours, you immediately kiss him back, the action being familiar now. Without breaking this kiss he turns you around, closing your door as he pushes you onto the hard surface. He brings his hands to your thighs, hoisting you up as you straddle him. He walks to your bedroom and practically throws you onto your bed, making your brows furrow, he's being rough even before he starts and you are very much turned on by it, already feeling the heat in your stomach. He pulls his shirt off, kneeling on the bed and hovering over you to bring you into a kiss again, this time rougher, harsher, biting your bottom lips, making you let out a whimper.You can tell he was mad about something, and excitement filled you knowing he was going to take it out on you. He breaks the kiss to strip you only to your bra and underwear, placing a open mouthed kiss at your neck, trailing it down until he reached the hem of your underwear. He smirks at your flushed face and rapid breathing, but he wasn't going to give you what you want so easily, he reached lower, tilting his face to leave hickeys on your thighs, nose occasionally brushing your entrance, making your breath hitch.

"Rafe please.." you huff, patience gone. He breathes out a laugh, deciding to save the teasing for later. He lifts his head up, pulling your underwear down and removing them entirely, hovering now over your bare but very wet pussy. He pulls your thighs apart with his hands, holding you down. He licks up a trail from your entrance to your clit, then placing a open mouthed kiss, locking it down on your clit as he sucks, hard. You let out a loud moan, the sensations making your hips jump and subconsciously grind yourself onto him. He groans at your neediness, the vibrations making your hips jolt. Your shaking, hand reaching to grip the bedsheets as he eats you out like a starved man, tongue drawing circles on your clit as he continues sucking, your tensing, knowing your close and to no surprise he lifts his head up, noticing how your core slightly shaking and your breathing becoming more rapid. He climbs to you, bringing your lips into a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue as your wetness from his chin drops onto yours. He removes his remaining pieces of clothing, unclasping your bra in the meantime.

He traces your curves with his palm, bringing it back up to place it on your neck, distracting you with a kiss as he teases his flushed tip at your entrance. You whine, trying to push your hips against his, but he chuckles and he pulls back, deciding to tease you further

"Be patient." He says sternly, but you couldn't wait, he denied your orgasm and you needed another one now. You twist your in face in anger before an idea hits you, in one smooth motion, you wrap your legs around his, grabbing his forearms and turning him around so your straddling him, his hard dick rubbing perfectly on your entrance. Before he can process, you sink down to him entirely, the stretch and length making you moan in pleasure. Your hands are still pinning his forearms down as you start moving your hips up and down, slowly picking up the speed. He was confused, turned on and also kind of impressed on how you manage to flip his body around like that. Rafe groaned when you started moving faster, the sound of skin slapping and your moans filling the room. You laughed, rolling your hips when your sink down completely making him leave out a soft groan, still having him pinned.

"Look at you, ah fuck, who's in control now?" you laugh in his face, your mocking and attitude not amusing him on this particular day, your hips keep moving in a steady pace, before he overpowers you, freeing himself from your grip on his arms, grabbing you by your hips and flipping you around, moving you again and placing you on your stomach, ass up in the hair and face down to the pillow, a steady hand on your neck keeping you in place. Hes the one laughing now.

"Look at you, who's in control now?" He mocks and as soon as you open your mouth to insult him, he enters in you, burying himself to the hilt as he stars moving, hips going back almost entirely before slamming into you again, the pillow underneath you muffling out your moan. He repeats the same pace, slamming into you with slow hard strokes, teasing you. Your moans are barley audible, he moves the hand from your neck and grabs a fist full of hair, pulling you forward as your back hits his chest. He lowers his head, chin brushing your shoulder.

"I want to hear you."

He holds you flush against him as he moves, the short distance between you making him change his pace, going faster and deeper. The sounds of heavy breathing, moaning and skin slapping fills the room as he hits your sweet spot that makes you see stars. "R-Rafe I'm close.." You manage to let out in between thrusts and he hums in response, hips moving faster as yours do the same, grinding on him and matching his pace. In a few seconds you finally feel that wave rush over you, mouth dropping open and limbs shaking, you tighten around him, and that's the part when he always loses his control, his pace going uncontrolled and sloppier, forehead dropping on yours as he continues thrusting inside you, riding your orgasms.

You come down, panting, gasping when he pulls out ever so slowly, you flop on the bed , turning on your back to face him. He hovers over you, elbows propped on the bed, forehead against yours.

"I swear,- he says in between pants,- if you let anyone else ruin you, ill fucking kill them, got it?" You twist your face in confusion, his possessiveness becoming more frequent these days. He grabs your jaw with one hand, making you gasp as he hovers lower, lips inches away.

"And ill make sure you know who you belong to."

-bartender!rafe series

Bartender! Rafe annoys the hell out of you, just for his pure enjoyment, usually during cleaning, that's after work and when you are most tired and pissy, meanwhile he's the complete opposite, happy the night is over and very energetic, that's where the bipolar comments first came from

Bartender! Rafe always rushes you, even when he knows the order takes a long time, telling you to hurry up, tapping on the counter impatiently

Bartender! Rafe is always willing to switch mid-work (you doing the waitering and him the bartending)

Bartender! Rafe always leaves during cleaning, making up excuses

Bartender! Rafe notices when a client had too much to drink and starts being aggressive with you, so he immediately escorts them out

Bartender! Rafe loves teasing you, making comments about you that seem sarcastic, but secretly he's very serious .

Bartender! Rafe flirts with you all the time, telling himself that  one day you will fold.

Bartender! Rafe loves flirting you in front of your face, he loves how embarrassed you get thinking your friends will believe you two are a thing. "You jealous?" "Sweetheart" "Baby" "I'm gonna marry you one day"

Bartender! Rafe has jerked off many times to the thought of you, in your work clothes, bending you over the counter, taking shots of the drinks you made of your body

-Bffs!brother!Rafe series

Bffs!brother!Rafe gets angry when guys flirt with you, but he cant do anything about it

Bffs!brother!Rafe hates hiding your relationship, but understands why the secrecy is needed

Bffs!brother!Rafe turns into a talker when he gets comfortable

Bffs!brother!Rafe loves taking pictures of you ... ;)

Bffs!brother!Rafe doesn't like it when you have guy friends that aren't his friends

Bffs!brother!Rafe helps you with schoolwork, and surprises you when he does since he barley graduated

Bffs!brother!Rafe always watching the movies you like and listening to the songs you like, never telling you

Bffs!brother!Rafe made a playlist that reminds him of you, and different playlist for when you are together

Bffs!brother!Rafe never lets you pay, even if its just 1 dollar

Bffs!brother!Rafe always buys you stuff as an apology, your favorite flowers, chocolates, clothes etc

Bffs!brother!Rafe loves cuddling, altering from big spoon to putting his head on your chest when he's had a long day

Bffs!brother!Rafe drives by your house to see what you're doing

Bffs!brother!Rafe checks your location 24/7 and calls when you are far

Bffs!brother!Rafe calls and texts you often just because he enjoys talking to you, he asks often to talk about your days, what expected to be a 5 minute call turning into 2 hours

Bffs!brother!Rafe always offers to pick up and drop you off when you need to go somewhere, especially at night

Bffs!brother!Rafe tries to clear his schedule to hang out with you, even if Ward scolds him about it

Bffs!brother!Rafe feels guilty when he raises his voice at you during fights or when he snaps after a long day with his patience long gone, not wanting to become like is father who drove his mother to leave by doing things like this

Bffs!brother!Rafe hates when he lets his emotions get ahold of him, always wanting to have control

Bffs!brother!Rafe apologies first, only because you are good at ignoring him when you are mad

Bffs!brother!Rafe eyes soften and looks down when he realizes he's in the wrong, being disappointed in himself for being blind to the situation

Bffs!brother!Rafe rolls his eyes when his friends tease you, but secretly loves it knowing this is all they can do as long as your his

Bffs!brother!Rafe wants to show you off

Bffs!brother!Rafe usually texts first, being updates to where he is, what hes doing in case of an emergency, even when he's drunk

Bffs!brother!Rafe calls you at 3 am because he wants to hear your voice

Bffs!brother!Rafe doesn't take you on dates because he's never taken relationships seriously and has no idea how they work, but constantly asks Sarah, making sure to leave the detail about why he needs the advice for

Bffs!brother!Rafe says "Move in with me."

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-toxic!bf!Rafe x reader

-warnings: angst, toxic relationship, mutual pining, crying, possessiveness

When you first started dating, you knew he had problems, you agreed that you would help him grow, get better, together. And you're here now, regret filling your entire body, your body and mind tired for what has become a routine now, wait for Rafe to be loving until he gets what he wants, that thrill of being loved, wanted, lasting for so little but making you hooked to it. You seek it every time you're alone, with your thoughts, thinking about how you have known the truth hidden inside you for so long, slapping you in your face. He doesn't love you, he loves having you around, loves having you as company and help, having you as a stress relief, anger relief on bad days. Even if he does, its sick, unhealthy and you cant keep living like this, wasting your time for a text, a call, a look, a compliment, your personality stripped away form you, replaced only by the need of being loved, being wanted by him, being his favorite, being his first choice.

Your eyes are red, crying for hours when you started thinking, thinking how he can make you feel so empty inside, the high of happiness that you get with him never lasting enough or being constant to be satisfied in your relationship. You cant anymore, you are exhausted, drained from everything, you were there, always tried, communicating, offering therapy, anything to help him, but he refused, he had problems, problems that were affecting you, problems that had ruined your relationship, your love, your mental state, your happiness, everything.

│Bffs!brother!Rafe x reader

-Warnings: fluff, no use of y/n

-Word count: 2.8k

-Summary: beach date

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May 2nd

The rest of the night was a blur, but all you could end up thinking about was Rafe. Your talk was the first time you actually said words to each other, and it got you thinking why you haven't done it sooner. You were smiling the whole day, him occupying your mind. You didn't tell Sarah anything, and if so, how would you even say it? “Hey Sar, so I stayed up until sunrise talking to your brother, who also has the worst reputation on the island, no biggie, sorry I lied about a good night's sleep, along with everything else.” 

You couldn't, you couldn't admit you actually just did, and above all you couldn't admit you had Rafe on your mind. He's bad news people say, even your own parents warned you about him, everyone on the island does, you couldn't be caught talking to him, the Kooks are gossipers, they come to their own conclusions about stuff they see for 5 seconds, and it was why you were always so reserved, protected. These are all reasons you shouldn't talk to Rafe, but you can still think about him, right? And so you do.

Seeing him on the island was even worse, you would run to each other more often now, and it was awkward as hell, you both would just freeze, would open your mouth to say something, shake your head and just shoot a warm smile. This lasted for a good week, until it was too much to bear.

You were at Nics, shopping for some study time snacks, you were checking each item in the shelf in great detail, knowing you will get cranky if you don't like the chips you pick. You end up going for your usual preferred ones, placing them in your small cart. You hear the faint ring of the door opening in the store while you continue to the drinks aisle, you stop at the fridge, looking at the different kinds of energy drinks. You notice a tall figure in your peripheral vision, and that's when you realize, you turn your head to take all of him in, he's wearing his usual backwards cap, a white shirt and beige khakis to pair with. Before you turn and leave, he turns to look at you, noticing the stare, then the usual routine starts, he freezes, then he opens his mouth to say something, and ends up just shooting a warm smile. You return the smile, deciding on a drink so you can get the hell out of there, the room suddenly getting too hot, your heartbeat picks up, he's close, you want him to be even closer, feeling his breath on your skin, tall, strong build hovering you, bringing his big, veiny hand to pinch your chin so you can look up at him, those big, big hands, you just want him t- 

You shake your head, goosebumps prickling your skin and a tightness washing over your stomach in a quick wave, you turn to leave, but his voice stops you. “Wait! Uh, fuck.. Would you ever want…” you turn around, eyebrow raising at his unfinished question, waiting, he reaches that hand up, brushing it over his soft hair, trying to find his words. “Want.. maybe.. To hang out, or something? Maybe I- uh..” he mutters out, and your stomach flips, did Rafe just ask you to hang out? You're speechless, not knowing what to say, do you agree, decline? Fuck it, your never denying a request like this, you have been dreaming of him asking for this for a full week. Wait, are you dreaming right now? Before you start overthinking even more, you respond.

“Yes!! I- yes, sorry, I got a bit excited there uh..” you stutter through the whole sentence, your cheeks burning up, Rafe notices, he smiles, putting his head down to shake the feeling he has right now. You both stay quiet for a while, waiting for someone to say something, anything. He speaks up first. “Theres a movie at the open cinema on Friday, I-I can pick you up too, if you want of course…” you almost agree, but then you think about it for a minute, the open cinema, everyone's there, every Kook, Pouge, people are going to see you, you can't be caught talking to him, but you shouldn't care right? You're not doing anything with him, but people do come to their own conclusions. You're conflicted, your mind wandering back and forth on what you want to do. He notices, that one minute of your alone thinking being longer. 

“Look, it's fine, too many people right? I mean you can't be caught talking to me, I get it, it's fine, just forget about it.” his words take you aback, he understood perfectly, and you hate that he did, you feel horrible, you notice him turning to leave, and you walk over to grab his wrist immediately, your action taking surprising the both of you, you can't lie to him, what he said was all true, but it doesn't mean you can't compromise.

“I- Im sorry, it's true, i admit it… but, i do want to hang out with you, so..  How about, something more.. low - key?” his eyes light up at your words as the both of you can't help the smile on your face. He nods, waiting for you to come up with a place. You humm, thinking, you cant go somewhere to eat or drink or do anything really, it's always too local, but you want to go out with him so bad. The silence is deafening, and you feel bad for leaving him hanging, probably coming to the conclusion himself, he takes a step closer, making you look up at him.

“Or, how about, I pick you up, we order takeout, park at a beach far from Kildare, eat a bunch of junk food, and watch the stars or some shit, like we did, yknow, that night..” he rants, scratching the back of his neck as he looks at you, unsure of your answer. You break out in a huge smile, looking down in an attempt to hide it. “Uh yeah, yeah. Sounds perfect.” you finally say and he exhales in relief. You stand in silence once more before he speaks up, “Oh shit, uh, can you give me your number, so I can yknow, so we can't talk.” He's stumbling over his words and he's hating it, your curious gaze when he's speaking catches him off guard, he's never nervous to talk to a girl, but with you he has an urge to make everything go perfect. Before he has the chance to pull out his phone, a  chime at the front door is heard, you go to the side of the aisle and check out who it is. Fuck, its his friends, even worse then it being your own. You turn back to Rafe and he's waiting, phone in his hand. You reach over and stand on your tippy toes, cupping his jaw and kissing his cheek before you give a warm smile. You check his expression after you pull back and he goes from mouth hanging open to the biggest smile ever. You turn around to go to the other isles before his friends find you but he calls back “wait wait, your number!” he says in a whisper-shout, understanding why youre leaving. 

“Ill find you dont worry, it's a date!” you say in a cheeky smile as you make your way to the checkout, passing his friends in the meantime.

He loves this, and so do you.

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Friday came, and you had started getting ready 3 hours early, you washed your hair, did your makeup in the slowest steps, ironed your clothes over 10 times and you did the biggest everything shower of your entire life. You had no idea why you were getting so stressed about a normal date, but it wasn't just a normal date for you, it was with THE Rafe Cameron. It was 5pm and pretty early for your parents to be home and you were glad they weren't, because your mother would be on your ass for doing so much for the regular girls night you told her you were going to. Just as you were placing your jewelry, you got a text from Rafe, as soon as you heard the chime with the different ringtone you set just for him. He's outside, a few houses down from yours just in case. You smile and reply with an “okay.”. Your heart is racing as you make your way downstairs to wear your shoes and look in the mirror one last time. You chose just simple white linen shorts, a black tube top and a hot pink bikini underneath paired with your white flat sandals. You went over your outfit 1000 times before you grabbed your bag and everything else that you would need to the beach. 

You stepped out of your house, locking the front door and hurrying to reach his car, you spot him, and your whole face lights up, bones feeling all mushy now. You open the door and step into his black Range Rover. He immediately goes in for a hug and you do so, smelling his musky cologne in the entire car, and you still need more. You pull back from the hug first and place your stuff in the back before you put on your seatbelt. “How was your day?” he asks as he turns on the car and starts driving. You're nervous, being so close to him is nerve wrecking. “Good, yeah.” you practically mutter, you need to relax. 

“You?”

“Well definitely better now.” he says, smirking as he turns to face you. You giggle, during the drive, you stopped by an asian food place, you offered to pay, but Rafe just laughed at you and called you adorable. You should've already known, there's no way he's ever letting you pay for something, especially on a first date. It was only a 30 minute drive, well Rafe had a tendency to drive pretty fast, had you guys out of kildare in only 20. When you arrived,it was about 6pm, the sun hadn't set yet so it was perfect and not to mention it was mostly empty, only two couples there. You took everything out of the backseat, and Rafe wasted no time to sneak up behind you and grab everything out of your hands, only letting you hold the towels, you scoff playfully, but deep down you were loving this princess treatment. You started off with the food, you both ordered spring rolls, ramen for him and kimchi fried rice for you. Rafe slurped the ramen in under 5 minutes, and was looking at your food like a starved caveman, you giggled at the hungry look in his eyes and you offered, bringing the plate near him.

“Want a bite?”  he licks his lips, staring at the plate, then you, he smirks.

“What, of you or the rice?” he grins and you smack his shoulder playfully, but the bastard leans down, taking a spoon and grabbing a bunch of rice, you groan and roll your eyes.

“Guess you're not getting a bite out of me.” you shrug, crossing your arms as he laughs and hovers over you, bringing you in a hug and engulfing you in a tight hug.

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Your stomachs hurt, you have been laughing non stop for the past hour, the sun is starting to set, and you both have the most beautiful view of each other, skin golden from the sun. You giggle for the last time, taking another sip of your water, placing it down on the sand as you get up and unbutton your pants. Rafe's eyes widen before he realizes what you're actually doing, he really thought he got lucky that easily. You pull your top after, and Rafe has never been so hypnotized in his life. He has the perfect side view of your body, and he swears he sees a goddess. You walk over to the beach before turning around and placing your hands on your hips. 

“Quit staring loverboy, come.” he doesnt waste a second, taking off his clothes, already having his swim trunks underneath, and to your surprise, they were pink too. You practically run over to him as he gets up. “Theyre pink!!” you say while you have the most excited expression on your face. He smirks, you look cute like this. “I can see that, sweetheart.” the nickname makes you melt, and dripping elsewhere, but he does not need to know that. Before you lose self control, you grab his hand and lead him to the water, and god was it a mistake letting you lead, he has the most perfect view of your ass, and it makes him twitch. 

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You only ended up dipping your feet in, the water being cold and the wind won't be drying your swimsuit in the amount of time you had left, so you decided to go for a walk. Its nice, the sunset is blinding your eyes in a cute way, but at least it's aesthetic for the pictures, he took some of you first, admiring your glow and every single curve that your bikini shows, and every second is getting harder for him to control the growing tent under his shorts. You go over to review the photos, and he actually did amazing, knowing your angles so you decide to also take one together, holding hands and walking. At the return walk to your spot, he teases you by pushing you to the shore, almost making you lose balance and drop in the water, this soon enough turns into a playfight, pushing and teasing until you almost push him directly into the water, you scream, running away from him, he catches you immediately, grabbing and throwing you over your shoulders, your laughter fills the entire beach, it had been a while since you went out and had fun without a worry in your head, it was nice.

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During the whole way, you thought about how it went to this, just one talk, and now you're both hooked to each other, you understand Rafe, and he understands you too, but while you think, you always get to the questions: where is this heading? What is his intention with you? Does he do this with every girl? Is it an act? You can't help but think about such things, its safety, you know well not to trust a guy like Rafe, but you can't help it, it's just too perfect for you to want it to end. Rafe notices your silence, and he doesn't bother you, he can already guess what it's about, and he doesn't blame you, he doesn't have a good reputation, and you're so different from each other, but he wants to change, not for you but for his own good. He puts his car in park a few houses down, just at the spot where he picked you up, the stop pulls you away from your thoughts as you turn your head, finding him already looking at you, almost like he's trying to figure you out. “You okay?” you ask first, and he just nods. “I had fun today.” he says, breaking the silence and you smile, nodding in agreement. You both avoid each other's gazes until you feel a hand on your chin, tilting it upwards to meet his gaze. “Youre beautiful you know that?” your heart skips a beat, bouncing in anticipation as your lips part, eyes staring intensely at his. He reaches closer, seatbelt already undone as his body turns to face yours, face just inches away from you. “M'gonna make you feel like it.” he mutters before leaning over, pulling you into a long awaited kiss, you waste no time kissing him back, knowing you're going to want more. His lips are soft, tugging gently on yours, tongue slightly touching yours and for a moment it's just you two. You get interrupted again this time the chime of a text from your mom filling the car. “Rafe, it's my mom.” you say between kisses, him not wanting to let you go, “Rafe.” you say more firmly now and he groans, sitting back at his seat as he tries to calm down his breathing along with other things. “I have to go.” you say, and he looks sad, you both really enjoyed your day, and especially how it wrapped up. You press another soft kiss on his lips, before you say your goodbyes and go. 

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You're scrolling through instagram, its 11 pm and you just texted with Rafe. As you scroll, you almost scream in horror when you view his story.

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