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new: cuck - rafe cameron

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Maybe someone with soft clingy Rafe where the reader pranks him by calling him someone else’s name and he gets kinda pouty and sad but reader tells him it was a prank and comforts him afterwards?

Thank you!!

my sweet sweet anon, i hope this finds you:( i'm so sorry it took so long (2+ years sitting in my inbox) but i hope you enjoy my sweet angel<3

warnings: slightly suggestive (mentions of sucking and fucking topper lmfao), rafe ask if u think he’s a cuck fr, i believe this can read as gn!reader but lmk if it can’t, first 2 paragraphs written 2 years ago and the rest written in literally 30 minutes just now.. if that didn’t explain how i write idk what will… umm yeah also written on mobile so if u catch any typos pls lmk I TRIED

wc: girl idk

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"hey, beautiful," rafe greets you as you enter his room. he was sitting at his desk, papers scattered and a pen rapidly clicking in between his fingers. he looked stressed. you felt kinda bad about what you were about to do, but you and sarah had a bet.

"hey baby!" you smile, walking over to his desk and placing a quick kiss to his lips. he kisses back, but you walk away before he can deepen it. he frowns.

“i was talkin’ to sar today, baby,” you start, walking towards his dresser to pull out a shirt. you hear his chair move across the hard wood floor, and the sound of his footsteps approaching you.

“you were?” he mumbles against your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist. you nod in his touch, the urge to prank him lessening as he pulls you closer. but you had a bet… involving $50, that’s like 3 carts from barry.

you giggle as his stubble hits a sensitive spot on your neck, deciding now is the time. “top, sto-“

he freezes, instantly. he unwraps his arms and steps back, a look of ‘what the fuck’ on his face. “top? did you just call me topper?” his tone is flat, but you can tell he’s angry by the way the vein on his neck is poking out.

“no?” you blink back, attempting to act innocent. “pretty sure i said rafe.” you add, eyes on the floor.

“well,” he brings a hand up to hold your chin, making you look at him. “i’m pretty sure you just called me by my best friends name.”

before you could sputter out a response, he steps back, pacing the room. “no, rafe, i didn’t, i swear.”

he laughs lowly, the sound reverberating off of the room. it didn’t sound like the ones you typically share. more aggressive, and almost bitter. “oh, you swear? you swear you’re not fuckin’ him too?”

yeah, that one causes your voice to falter. you fucked up. “what? no...” your tone is soft, timid almost. you definitely should’ve expected that accusation, especially using his best friends name. you’re just glad you didn’t say jj’s name like sarah insisted. that would’ve been worse.

“no?“ he stops pacing close to his bed, sparing a quick glance behind him to look at you. “then what are you doing with him?” he stands there for another beat, debating. what, you couldn’t tell.

“nothin’…” you mumble out, watching as he approaches again. he’s looking at you like you’re some kind of prey, and he’s ready to pounce.

“oh, gotcha. just suckin’ him off, then.” he spits out, a mere feet away.

“no, rafe, ew.” you can’t even control the look of disgust, you fucking hate topper. you genuinely can’t even imagine talking to him for 30 seconds, let alone sucking him off.

“then what, hmm?” he comes closer, eyes clouded and upset. “you just like calling me by other guys names? d’ya think i’m a cuck?” he says, dragging a harsh hand across his face, inhaling deeply.

you laugh at that, like actually laugh. he looks at you like you’re insane. a fucking mermaid on land with five heads. “oh, you think you’re fuckin’ funny?” his lips curl upward, but you know he isn’t amused. he’s testing you.

“that one caught me off guard, not gonna lie.” you reply after a second, collecting yourself. “no, i don’t think you’re a cuck, baby.” you take a step closer to him, he backs up.

yeah, you’re calling it.

“rafe, it was a bet, i’m sorry.” you sigh, taking another step closer, him of course backing up. “baby, i’m sorry, i promise.”

he side eyes you, like full blown side eye. he waits a few seconds, finally letting you step closer. “what’s that mean.” he crosses his arms, like a little toddler about to throw a tantrum.

“means that i had a bet with someone, and i won.”

“with sarah?” he asks, turning his head to glance at you. you nod, biting your lip to control the smile.

“yes, sarah.”

“fuckin’ bitch,” he mutters, cursing the other cameron.

“hey! none of that!” you exclaim, walking up to him and playfully swatting his arm. “i’m sorry, okay?” you give him one of your sweet smiles, bring a hand up to play with his hair. he acts like he doesn’t melt into your touch, keeping the mean facade for a few seconds longer before crumbling.

“that wasn’t nice,” he says, his voice still low. you nod again, keeping your fingers laced in his hair.

“i’m sorry baby, thought it’d be funny.” you let out a little sigh as he rewraps his hands around you, dipping his head low to breathe your scent in. the faint hint of sunscreen and your perfume. perfect. warm. safe…

“wasn’t,” he mumbles into your neck, biting softly. you gasp at the sharp contact, but let him continue.

“i’m sorry,” he hums at your apology, it vibrating your neck. he nibbles again, then sucks, then finally leaves a kiss to soothe the pain after he’s finished. “d’ya forgive me?” you ask softly, rubbing your hand down to his arm.

he pulls away from your neck, glancing at the work he just done. “i guess i could get there…” steps the remaining few feet to the bed, bringing you with him. he collapses into the bed with a huff, you coming not long before him.

“so you’ve never fucked him?” he asks after a few moments of silence, eyes glancing at you like he was scared of your response.

you laugh again, genuinely amused that anyone thought you’d go that low. “god, no. wouldn’t even dream of it.”