summary: a sorority girl invites rafe cameron in for a casual βhouse tourβ after a date, but the night escalates.
warnings: explicit sexual content and graphic sexual acts, alcohol use, @nal
an: a little scared to post this one bc of the last warning, not sure how ppl feel about that butπ«£ in honor of sabrinawood!!! iβm also gonna be writing for nate jacobs soon so;)
the engine of the mercedes idled with a low, expensive hum, the only sound breaking the late night quiet of figure eightβs most pristine street. outside the driver's side window, the facade of the kappa delta sorority house gleamed white and imposing under the muted golden glow of the porch light. it looked like a dollhouse, a perfect, curated space for girls who had their lives perfectly curated.
rafeβs knuckles were white on the steering wheel, but he wasnβt looking at the house. he was looking at her.
she was angled towards him in the passenger seat, the hem of her short, pale pink dress riding up her thighs. the scent of her perfume, something sweet and floral like peonies and vanilla, hung in the small, air conditioned space of the car, a dizzying cloud. a faint, rosy blush still painted her cheeks from the wine at the country club, and her eyes, sparkling, had that specific, hazy quality that told him she was feeling it. feeling good.
"well," she breathed out, a little sigh that was half giggle. "this is me."
he didn't move. the engine continued its purr. "i see that."
"big, scary sorority house," she teased, her smile wide and bright. "full of secrets and hairspray."
a slow smile spread across rafeβs face, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. his gaze was heavy, intense, tracing the line of her visible collarbones above the neckline of her dress. "you don't look scared."
she laughed, a soft, airy sound. "never." she leaned forward boldly, the motion bringing the scent of her even closer, and the space between them shrank to nothing. her hand came up to rest on the back of his neck, her fingers playing with the hairs there. her touch was electric. "thank you for tonight, rafe. i had⦠a really good time."
he met her halfway. the kiss wasn't gentle, not really. it was a collision. his tongue swept into her mouth, tasting the sweet wine on hers, claiming the space with a familiar urgency that made her head spin. she kissed him back with equal fervor, her other hand gripping the expensive fabric of his polo shirt, pulling him closer. the kiss deepened, growing messy and desperate, the car's quiet hum a forgotten backdrop to the wet slide of their mouths and the soft, breathy sounds she made.
when they finally broke apart, her lips were swollen and glossless, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. rafeβs thumb came up to trace her bottom lip, his gaze fixed and dark.
"you know," she said, her voice a little shaky but still playful. "itβs pretty much empty in there. everyone's gone for the weekend." she pulled back just enough to gesture with her chin towards the house. "if you have time, would you wantβ¦ a house tour."
a beat of silence. rafeβs eyes searched hers, seeing the unspoken invitation, the alcohol fueled bravado, the raw desire simmering just beneath the polished surface. he killed the engine. the sudden quiet was absolute.
she unlocked the heavy front door with a delicate pink key and pushed it open, revealing an interior bathed in the warm, soft light of strategically placed lamps. the air inside was thick with the scent of expensive candles, sandalwood and pear, lavender and linen. it was immaculate. the floors were a gleaming light wood, covered in plush, cream colored rugs. white couches were piled high with coordinating throw pillows, and every surface held a curated collection of ceramic vases, coffee table books, and framed photos of smiling, beautiful girls.
it was the physical manifestation of the "house tour" aesthetic, so perfectly clean and feminine it felt almost unreal.
"okay, so this is the formal living room," she announced, her voice a little too loud in the stillness, her words tripping over each other slightly. "we only use it for⦠well, for formal things. parent's weekend, you know. which is a whole thing." she let out a small, breathy laugh, adjusting a strand of her hair. "and this is the grand staircase. very grand, obvi."
she led him through the silent, perfect house, a whirlwind of slightly too fast commentary and bright smiles. she pointed out the pledge class composite on the wall, the little study nook with its pink velvet chair, the kitchen with its state of the art appliances and a bowl of flawless green apples on the island. her gestures were a little wide, her laughter a fraction of a second delayed. she was performing, trying to fill the heavy, charged quiet with the comfort of casual conversation, but she couldn't quite meet his eyes for more than a second.
he didn't say much, just followed, a silent, looming presence at her back. his presence seemed to suck the air out of the pristine rooms, making the curated decor feel like a flimsy stage set. he was watching her, his focus a palpable weight that made the fine hairs on her arms stand up.
"and, um, up here is where the magic happens," she said, her pitch a little higher as she led him down a carpeted hallway. "or, you know, the sleeping happens." another one of those slightly too loud laughs. she stopped in front of a door with a small, gold plated nameplate: Y/N.
with a slightly unsteady hand, she turned the knob and pushed it open.
her room was a softer, more intimate version of the rest of the house. the walls were a creamy white, the comforter on her bed a fluffy, cloud like duvet in a shade of champagne. a string of warm fairy lights were draped over her headboard, and a vanity table was perfectly arranged with perfume bottles, dainty jewelry stands, and a gold backed hairbrush. it smelled of her the peony and vanilla scent was stronger here, mingled with something warmer, like clean skin.
she plopped down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly. she patted the space next to her, a bright, practiced smile on her face. "and this is it. the inner sanctum. donβt touch the tiffany lamp."
rafe didn't sit. he stood in the center of the room, just inside the doorway, his hands in his pockets, and looked around. his gaze swept over the vanity, the neatly arranged pillows, the stack of vogue magazines on her nightstand. then, slowly, it returned to her.
the silence that fell was different from the one in the hallway. it wasn't empty, it was packed. packed with the memory of the kiss in the car, with the unspoken reason he was here, with the sheer, overwhelming force of his attention now concentrated in this small, soft space.
"nice lamp," he finally said, his voice a low rumble.
she let out a nervous giggle, twisting the pearl in her earlobe. "right? my dad got it for me for, like, being a good daughter or something. which is, you know, subjective." she trailed off, her bright smile faltering for a second as their eyes locked. "so⦠yeah. this is where i⦠sleep." god, she was rambling. "and study, sometimes. and watch Netflix. and⦠other.. things.."
he took a step closer. then another. the soft thud of his expensive sneakers on the plush carpet was the only sound. he stopped right in front of her, so close that her knees were almost brushing the denim of his jeans. she had to tilt her head back to look up at him, and the fairy lights caught in her hair, making her look ethereal.
her rambling stopped. her smile remained, but it was trembling now, fixed and fragile. she could feel the heat radiating off him, could see the same dark, consuming intensity from the car, now magnified a hundred times. the casual act was melting away, layer by layer, leaving something raw and exposed underneath.
"so," she whispered, the word barely audible. "end of the tour."
rafe didn't answer with words. he reached down, his fingers hooking under her chin, and tilted her head back further. his other hand came to rest on her thigh, his thumb slipping under the fabric of her dress and stroking the sensitive skin there. the touch was light, but it burned.
"good," he murmured, and then he was kissing her again.
this kiss was different from the one in the car. that had been a frantic collision. this was a deliberate conquering. his mouth was firm and demanding, his tongue claiming hers with a lazy, possessive stroke that made her whole body flush with heat. she melted into it, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders, her fingers digging into the muscle as she pulled him down with her onto the bed.
he followed her down without breaking the kiss, settling his weight over her, caging her in with his body. the fluffy duvet was a soft cloud beneath them, a stark contrast to the hard, demanding press of him against her. his hands were everywhere, sliding up her thighs, pushing the hem of her pink dress up to her hips, skimming over the lace of her panties. he hooked a finger in the delicate fabric, a question in the touch, and she arched into him, a silent, desperate yes.
he broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look down at her. her hair was fanned out on the pillow, her lips were parted and glistening, and her eyes were hazy with lust.
he looked at her like she was a meal he couldnβt wait to devour.
"rafe," she breathed, her voice a ragged moan.
he peeled the dress off her in one smooth motion, tossing it to the floor. then he took a moment, just looked at her. looked at the lacy white bra that barely contained her tits, the matching panties. he saw her as the ultimate version of this hyper-feminine world she lived in, soft, polished, perfect, and now, just for him, utterly debauched.
he lowered his head, pressing a hot, open mouthed kiss to the hollow of her throat. then another to her collarbone. he worked his way down, his lips and tongue tracing a path of fire over her skin. he kissed the swell of her breasts, nipping at the sensitive skin, before unhooking her bra and tossing it aside. he took one hard nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, and she cried out, her back arching off the bed, her fingers tangling in his hair.
he worshipped her body with his mouth, mapping every curve, every hollow. he kissed the dip of her waist, the soft skin of her stomach, the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. he was slow, deliberate, savoring every gasp and moan he pulled from her. he was taking her apart, piece by piece, and she was letting him. she was a symphony of soft whimpers and desperate pleas, her body moving restlessly beneath him.
when he finally settled between her thighs, hooking her legs over his shoulders, she was already trembling. he looked up at her from between her legs, his eyes dark and feral.
"please," she whimpered, her voice broken. "please, rafe." he couldnβt make her wait. he licked a slow, deliberate stripe through her folds, and she saw stars.
he ate her out with a focus, an intensity that was almost too much. his tongue was clever and relentless, finding her clit and circling it until she was a writhing, begging mess. he slid one finger inside her, then another, curling them just so, and that was all it took. her orgasm crashed over her, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure that left her gasping and boneless.
he didn't give her time to recover. he moved back up her body, kissing her again, letting her taste herself on his lips. he fumbled with the button on his jeans, shoving them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, and she felt a fresh wave of arousal pool between her legs.
he lined himself up, and for a moment, he just teased her, sliding the head of his cock through her wetness. she was so wet, so ready for him, and the anticipation was agonizing.
"look at me," he commanded, his voice rough.
she forced her eyes open, meeting his gaze. and then he pushed inside.
the stretch was exquisite, a delicious ache that made her eyes roll back.
he filled her completely, and for a moment, they just stayed like that, connected, breathing the same air. he was so deep, so present, and she felt a wave of something so intense it was almost painful.
his thrusts were deep and deliberate, each one hitting a spot inside her that made her see stars. he set a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping against hers, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the quiet room. he was fucking her, really fucking her, and she was taking it, her nails digging into his back, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
she was a mess of tangled limbs and breathy cries, her body a canvas for his desire. he was marking her, claiming her, and she was reveling in it.
"rafe," she gasped, his name a prayer on her lips. "fuck, rafe."
he shifted, hooking one of her legs over his arm, changing the angle. the new position allowed him to go even deeper, and she cried out, her mouth falling open. he was hitting that spot, over and over, and she could feel another orgasm building, this one more intense than the last.
"cum for me," he growled, his voice a low command. "cum all over my dick."
and she did. her body convulsed, waves of pleasure washing over her as she came, her walls clamping down around him. he followed her over the edge with a guttural groan, burying himself deep inside her as he spilled into her.
they collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and sweaty skin. he rolled off her, pulling her into his arms. her head was pillowed on his chest, and she could feel the steady beat of his heart under her ear. the room was quiet, the only sound their ragged breathing.
for a long moment, they just lay there, basking in the afterglow. the scent of sex and sweat and her sweet perfume filled the air, a potent cocktail that was more intoxicating than any wine.
she traced idle patterns on his chest, her fingers trailing over the light dusting of hair there.
she propped herself up on her elbow, looking down at him. in the soft glow of the fairy lights, he looked different. softer, somehow. the hard edges were gone, replaced by a satisfied contentment.
"so," she said, a small smile playing on her lips. "what did you think of the tour?"
he laughed, a real, genuine laugh that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "it was... informative."
"oh yeah?" she teased, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips. "what was your favorite part?"
he considered this for a moment, his hand coming up to cup the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair. "i think," he said, his voice a low murmur, "iβd have to say the bedroom."
"good choice," she whispered against his lips. "but, you know," she added, her tone shifting to one of mock seriousness, "there is one rule you should really know about this house."
he raised an eyebrow. "yeah?"
she nodded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "iβve been told you should never, ever enter through the back door."
for a second, he just stared at her, processing her words.
then, a slow, wicked grin spread across his face. he rolled her over, pinning her beneath him once again.
"is that so?" he growled, his eyes darkening with a new wave of lust. "thatβs a shame. i was just about to suggest we break that rule."
her breath hitched, a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her. "well," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. "rules are meant to be broken, aren't they?"
he didn't need any more encouragement. he flipped her over with surprising gentleness, positioning her on her hands and knees. he ran a possessive hand down her spine, making her shiver. he took a moment to admire the view, the graceful curve of her back, the swell of her ass, the glistening pinkness of her pussy. she was a vision, a princess.
he reached over to her nightstand, his fingers closing around a small bottle of lotion. he squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, warming it between his hands before slowly, carefully, working it into her tightest hole.
she gasped at the intrusion, a mix of pleasure and pain, as he stretched her, preparing her for him.
"relax," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm. "iβve got you."
and she did. she trusted him, completely and utterly. she took a deep breath, forcing her muscles to unclench as he worked her open. he was patient, methodical, taking his time, his other hand stroking her back, grounding her. once she was ready, he positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his dick pressing against her slick, puckered hole.
"ready?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.
she could only nod, her words lost in a breathy moan.
he pushed inside, slowly, inch by inch. the stretch was intense, a burning ache that bordered on pain, but beneath it was a current of pure, unadulterated pleasure. he filled her completely, and for a moment, they just stayed like that, savoring the sensation of being so intimately connected.
his thrusts were slow at first, experimental, as he found a rhythm that worked for them. she was so tight, so hot, and the friction was exquisite. he could feel every clench, every shudder, as she adjusted to this new, deeper kind of possession.
"rafe," she gasped, her fingers digging into the sheets. "oh my god, rafe."
he leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his lips brushing against her ear. "you feel so good," he growled, his thrusts becoming deeper, more confident. "so fucking tight for me."
his words were like gasoline on a fire, and she was already burning. she could feel another orgasm building, a slow, creeping wave of pleasure that started in her toes and worked its way up her body. he reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight, insistent circles that pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
"you gonna cum for me again?" his thrusts becoming faster, more erratic. "cum for me, baby." he commanded.
and she did. her orgasm crashed over her, a tsunami of pure, unadulterated bliss that left her gasping and trembling. he followed her over the edge with a loud groan, burying himself deep inside her as he emptied himself into her.
they collapsed onto the bed, a sweaty, sticky mess. he rolled off her, pulling her into his arms, her back pressed against his chest. he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, his face buried in the crook of her neck. for a long moment, they just lay there, their ragged breaths the only sound in the quiet room.
"mm," she whispered, her voice hoarse, raw.
he chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through her chest. "yeah."
she turned in his arms, facing him. she reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, the stubble rough against her skin. he looked tired, but happy, a rare, unguarded expression on his face that made her heart ache.
a small smile played on her lips. "was it worth breaking the rules?"
he leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, lingering kiss.
"every rule," he murmured against her lips, "has its exceptions."
they lay in silence for a while, the comfortable quiet settling over them. the fairy lights cast a warm, gentle glow, making the room feel like a bubble, a separate world from the pristine, perfect sorority house outside.
he looked at her, his expression unreadable. he studied her face, as if searching for something, a hidden meaning. he saw the girl who had the perfect life, the perfect house, the perfect friends, and he saw the cracks in the facade, the raw, messy, beautiful truth underneath.
