LAST CALL (obx post s3) request

concept: Rafe is waiting around while Sofia and her male coworker are packing up. Sofia’s coworker is teasing her about Rafe always hanging around, picking her up after work, never leaving the bar to sit elsewhere. Rafe takes the giggling and shoving to be flirting and sulks in the car, mumbling something about how she should be more careful, especially if customers treat her that same way when he’s not around. Sofia is furious, and this forces them to discuss being exclusive.

a/n: I've resurrected my writing blog again. This one-shot is long at about 4k words, and the dividers belong to @omi-resources. possessiveness, jealousy, emotional immaturity, and some toxic behaviour. swearing. sexual references. No smut. proofed by @araybiaaa @lostsyren @cherubfille

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─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or reader going to a football game.

★ pairing.ᐟ frat!rafe x nerd!reader

★ summary.ᐟ rafe cameron is the golden boy of kildare university; certified frat boy, captain of the football team, relentless party animal with lines of girls to sleep with.

reader couldn't be more different; while she has the best grades in the whole school, she suffers from social anxiety disorder, and her social life is limited to her three best friends and the cat she secretly snuck into her dorm room.

both of them decide to join the anonymous chatroom for their campus, and start talking to one another, a friendship starting to form between the two; but neither of them know how different the other is.

★ author's note.ᐟ and we’re back!! hi hi hi. sorry for no new part last week, i was busy as hell. ANYWAY we’re finally meeting reader’s friends !! also guess who managed to finish three different fics today… whew.

YOU'VE GOT MAIL!

for the next two weeks, not a day went by that you didn't talk to MalachiConstant; the screen time on your phone almost having doubled. most of the time it was just surface-level stuff; talking about your days, about your interests... but at night, it... changed. it became genuine. real. like you were sitting under the stars together, talking about things that actually mattered.

MalachiConstant: y'know
MalachiConstant: sometimes i kinda worry that i'm disappointing everyone around me

YOU: how come?

MalachiConstant: idk
MalachiConstant: i feel like i'm fucking shit up all the time
MalachiConstant: like i'm a screw up and disappoint everyone

YOU: well, i don't know if it helps, but..
YOU: you haven't disappointed me :).

MalachiConstant: knocking on wood

now, you were sitting with your friends at lunch, occasionally glancing down at your phone screen as if beckoning for the stranger to message you, your lips pursed in thought as the group around you kept chatting, wondering why the boy hadn't texted you all day.

"hey, everything okay?" one of your friends, zainab, asked, looking at you with widened eyes, startling you out of your little reverie. you turned to the girl sitting next to you, feigning a small smile, "yeah, everything's okay."

"she's being ghoooosteed." vivian teased you, causing you to roll your eyes.

"ghosted? by who?" emilia asked with excitement, vivian's statement clearly having piqued both her and zainab's interest.

"it's no one."

"she's lying." vivian grinned, drinking some of her iced latte, "she met someone on that website i recommended. kildareuchats. she told me they've been talking for a few weeks now."

"viv, i told you not to say anything." you groaned, hiding your face in your hand, feeling your cheeks warming up, your next words coming out in an awkward mutter, "only reason i told you was because you saw me text him in the first place..."

"whatever. the important thing is," vivian grinned widely, "our friend here thinks that he's a member of the football team."

"how do you figure that?" zainab asked, and you threw your hands up in slight frustration, "well, i don't know it for sure!" you said, "but he keeps talking about how he has practice, and... he does know a lot about football."

"hot. you're e-dating a football player. who would've thought?" emilia snorted, making you throw a singular fry her way. "i'm pretty sure they have a game tonight."

"oooh, we should go support your boyfriend." zainab squeezed your shoulder and you could feel your face turn warm with embarrassment, "we're not going. and he's not my boyfriend..."

"i can't believe i let you three talk me into this..." you grumbled under your breath, pulling your coat closer to your body, feeling the chilly autumn air in your bones as you sat on the bleachers, watching the game you understood nothing about; when you were younger, your father tried to get you into sports, but most of the time you simply snuck in a book so you wouldn't actually have to focus on it.

"don't try to play pretend." vivian nudged your shoulder and drank out of her slushie, "we all know you're dying to see your cyber-boyfriend."

"again, he's not my boyfriend."

"but you wish he was. bet you've already made him in the sims, and you two have a brood of pixel-kids."

"i don't even know what he looks like."

"well, if it is someone from the football team, he's gotta be at least semi-attractive. have you seen their group picture?" emilia snorted, "everyone is somewhere between seven and ten."

"it's definitely not thornton." vivian snorted, "dude has the emotional capacity of a slinky."

"viv, you do know that that's a dig on yourself?" you raised your brows, "don't think any of us forgot what happened between you two."

"jokes on you." the pink-haired girl stuck her tongue out at you, "i've already forgotten all about it."

"that's what happens when you spike your slushie with vodka."

"don't act like you could focus on this shit sober. besides, this is not about who i've slept with. this is about who you're dying to sleep with." vivian winked and took another sip of her slushie.

"well," you pursed your lips in thought, "he's in a fraternity."'

"that does narrow it a little bit..." zainab mumbled, "maybe maybank? i mean, you did have a crush on him for like, the entirety of freshman year."

"it wasn't a crush!" you held your hands up, "it was... a mere fascination. he had nice hair."

"ah, yes. you were having wet dreams about his hair." vivian snorted, and you smacked her forearm, pursing your lips into a pout as you looked at the field, "how about... mason? he's got that whole broody, mysterious smart guy vibe going for him. he definitely reads vonnegut."

"dodge is a pretty valid option. though, i don't know if chatrooms are his style." emilia tsked, "what about the captain? cameron?"

that suggestion caused vivian to snort and smack the other girl's shoulder, "rafe cameron? yeah, he definitely isn't the type to do that. i think his longest relationship was when a girl accidentally fell asleep in his bed after they hooked up, and he was too drunk to kick her out."

your eyes went to number 9, the name 'cameron' written above his number, making you shake your head and look away before you spoke quietly, "this is stupid. i don't need to know who he is. i don't want to know who he is." vivian wrapped her arm around your shoulder, tugging you close in a comforting gesture; you knew there was truth to your words, but you also knew that the reason you didn't want to know the identity of MalachiConstant was that you knew he'd be disappointed to know who you truly are. to know, that the girl he'd called witty and funny several times actually couldn't tell a joke without stuttering.

after the football game ended with your team winning, the four of you were making your way away from the field, only to hear someone calling out behind you

"viv! vivian, wait up!"

you turned your head to look at who was so eager to talk to your friend, a small snort leaving your lips, nudging vivian's side, "viv, it's your slinky." your friend looked at you with furrowed brows, following your line of sight to topper, the girl letting out an exasperated groan, "is it too late to hide?"

"hey, viv." topper gave the girl a lopsided grin that he surely thought was charming, his face slightly red from the game, "you came."

"most of the school came." vivian gave the boy a narrow, feigned smile before taking another slurp out of her slushie, "whatcha want, thornton?"

"well," the blonde scratched the back of his head while emilia, zainab and you grinned at one another, a strange contrast to the unamused expression on the pink-haired girl's face, "we're having a party, at our frat house. you should come if you feel like it."

"i'll think about it."

"you can bring your friends." topper glanced at the three of you briefly before his focus was fully on vivian once again, "hope to see you there."

"maybe." vivian said, turning around and continuing to walk away, the three of you following behind her, trying your best to control your laughter, "don't say a thing." she warned.

"come on, you've gotta come with me." vivian pouted, spinning around in your office chair, "i can't go alone, z doesn't do parties and em has an essay to finish."

"you know i don't do parties either." you mumbled, absentmindedly stroking angel's soft fur while shopping online for a birthday gift for vivian, "i think i'd suffer a stroke if i even tried to go to a frat party, of all things."

"please! i can't go alone, because then i'll end up hooking up with topper again."

"then just don't go."

"but then i'll have fomo! you know i love parties, i live for-"

YOU HAVE RECEIVED A MESSAGE ON KILDAREUCHATS FROM MalachiConstant. CLICK HERE TO OPEN.

you tuned out everything vivian was saying, instantly clicking the pop-up.

MalachiConstant: whatcha up to?

YOU: nothing much.
YOU: trying to stop this annoying wasp from buzzing in my ear

MalachiConstant: a... wasp?

YOU: my friend.
YOU: she's trying to get me to go to a party with her.
YOU: it's essentially a babysitting gig, though.

MalachiConstant: one party won't hurt you
MalachiConstant: wallflower

YOU: how do you know?
YOU: what if i have a stroke the moment i step foot into that place?

MalachiConstant: c'mon
MalachiConstant: what do you have to lose?

YOU: my dignity.

MalachiConstant: ah, yes. the dignified grandma.
MalachiConstant: hey, if the party sucks you can just stand in some corner and send me messages
MalachiConstant: might not answer immediately cause i also have a party

YOU: oooh, another frat party?

MalachiConstant: you know me so well
MalachiConstant: i dare you to go, poe girl

YOU: this isn't elementary school.

MalachiConstant: i triple-dog dare you

you pursed your lips in thought, looking to vivian and narrowing your eyes at the girl, a pleading look on her face. you groaned, shaking your head in defeat and rolling your eyes, "fine, i'll come with you. but i have nothing to wear."

"don't worry." vivian jumped up from her seat with a victorious smile, ruffling your hair, "you're lucky i'm your fairy slut-mother. with piles and piles of slutty dresses and skirts. i'll go get us something to wear!"

you watched as the girl made her way out of your dorm, her long hair bouncing along with her "nothing too slutty!" you called out after her, before turning back to your computer.

YOU: if i die, i'm blaming you.

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─ TELL ME YOU’RE MINE

pairing: reader x fwb!rafe

summary: reader ends their friends with benefits agreement and goes out with someone else and it makes rafe jealous.

warnings / tags: smut, angst wc: 800

a/n: going clubbing with my girls tomorrow so i don’t know if i can get a fic out (my queue isn’t working </3) so it’s da double post for today.

RAFE MASTERLIST

you never intended to fall in love with rafe cameron. honestly, if someone told you a year ago that you would, you'd think they were playing the shittiest joke ever on you.

sure, you'd been friends since high school, but you were never that close, up until the time he had ended up fucking you in topper's parents' bedroom while you were both drunk out of your mind. the next morning was filled with words about how it'd 'never happen again' yet every time you found yourselves at the same party, it ended up with him fucking you against some kind of wall or in the bed belonging to someone you didn't know. one time, in an actual broom closet, while you were moaning his name.

so, you decided to start an... arrangement.

"no strings."

"no strings. just friendly fun."

"and don't fall in love with me."

"rafe, your ego is bigger than-"

but of course, nothing ever goes according to plan, and the longer your arrangement went on, and the more you saw rafe make out, flirt, or even talk to another girl, the more the knife in your chest was being twisted.

"rafe, i think we should end this." you said breathlessly as rafe was pressing kisses down your neck, the man pulling back to look at you with furrowed brows.

"the fuck you mean?"

"i just..." you swallowed, pulling away from his warm body, trying to steady your breath as you sat down on the edge of your bed, "i just want something more serious. so i think we should end this."

you expected for him to get mad, annoyed, frustrated, any reaction would've been fine. but rafe simply scoffed, pulling his shirt back on. "whatever." he left, his last words for you being the slam of your bedroom door.

a few weeks had gone by since you'd stopped your arrangement with rafe, and you hadn't seen him since. but now, he was standing across the room, his hand on the ass of some girl as she kept whispering in his ear. you swallowed the piece of your heart that had gotten lodged in your throat as the guy you had come to the party with returned with two mugs of beer, handing one to you with a friendly smile.

but the longer you spent there, the more nauseous you felt as you kept glancing over at rafe and the blonde that he was practically dry humping in the corner of the room, so you excused yourself, telling your date you were going home and that you'd text him later.

your walking was slightly wobbly as your heels clicked against the asphalt, huddling into your coat for warmth, cursing the short dress you'd decided to wear to hopefully try and make rafe jealous, sighing as you took your heels off and carried them in your hand.

you were only slightly tipsy, so you could hear the moment the footsteps appeared behind you. at first you thought you were being paranoid, deciding to test it by making four right turns; still, the footsteps were there, now growing louder. you gripped your heels, feeling your heartbeat in your throat as you started walking faster.

when you felt someone's hand on your shoulder and you were spun around, you lifted your hand up in quick succession thinking that you might be able to stab whoever it was with your heels, only to be faced with a familiar set of blue eyes, hazy from alcohol.

"rafe." you breathed out, letting your hand relax and hearing a thump as your heels fell to the ground, a relieved breath escaping your lips. he took your chin in his hand, lifting your face up so you were looking at him, and before you could say anything else, his warm lips were pressed against yours, the man not even caring if you reciprocated.

rafe kissed you with intensity he had never shown before as he pressed your body against a rough brick wall, his cold hands slipping under the hem of your dress as his tongue teased yours.

his lips started trailing down your neck, sucking on the spot right behind your ear that he knew made your knees buckle, rafe's hand going between your legs, starting to draw small circle on your clit over your panties.

in that moment, you forgot all about the fact that you'd ended things, that you knew better than to do this, rafe's fingers pushing your panties aside, going straight to your slit, gathering some of your wetness before moving it to your clit.

"tell me you're mine..." he mumbled against your neck.

"rafe..." you whined, causing the man to nip harshly on your skin.

"say it." he breathed out, "please…"

"i'm..." you breathed out, "i'm yours."

SUNRISES, PENALTIES, AND LOSING SLEEP OVER YOU ── RAFE CAMERON ONE SHOT

── SYNOPSIS when Rafe can't sleep, he ends up at the soccer field to get some practice in. however, he can't seem to stop his sunrise practices when he discovers the pretty girl who reads on the bleachers is there every morning.
── WARNINGS language, so much fluff???
── WORD COUNT 5.6k.
── NOTES consists of jock!rafe and nerd-ish!reader, college au, mainly rafe pov.
── SONG OF THE CHAPTER everything is embarrassing by sky ferreira

Rafe contradicts himself this time -- he actually doesn't mind being up before the sun if that means some more practice...and some peace and quiet.

Surprisingly, he's quite the night owl, fighting the plague that puts him to sleep by distracting himself with literally anything he can get his hands on, even if that meant school work that's been pushed off for the last minute. He can go all night at a bar and he's the only one out of his friends to be able to actually pull all nighters on their designated movie night.  

While this has severely skewed his sleeping schedule, Rafe prefers to get things done while the rest of the world around him is asleep, you know, for some alone time.

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LOVED YOU AT YOUR WORST - r.c series - FIFTEEN

pairings: ex!sweethearts; rafe x thornton!reader; rafe x sofia.
chapter warnings: angst; mentions of abortion, grief & health issues;

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05 ── PLAYING THE PART UNDER THE SICILIAN SUN ── RAFE CAMERON

── SYNOPSIS when your image-obsessed mother catches you and Rafe Cameron ─ your friends with benefits ─ in a compromising situation, you must lie and say you're dating. It spirals out of control when your mother invites him to your cousin's upcoming wedding in Italy, and spirals even further when he says yes.
── WARNINGS language, holy annngst (familial issues, mentions of a parent leaving). 18+ mdni.
── WORD COUNT 6.6k.
── NOTES edited from third person perspective to second, so let me know if there are any mistakes. inaccurate from canonical cameron family history idfk.
── SERIES MASTERLIST
── SONG OF THE CHAPTER sun bleached flies by ethel cain

You wake up bright and early on accident. 

It’s not your fault, as a strange dream jolts you from your slumber out of confusion, but when your eyes crack open and blink away the rising sunlight, the scene in front of you is disgustingly endearing. 

Rafe’s sleeping face is inches away from yours, your heads sharing the same thin pillow.

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ꨄꨄ𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧ꨄꨄ

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟒

˚˙୨⧼🎀⧽୧˙˚

˚˙୨⧼🎀⧽୧˙˚

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Enemies to Lovers / Emotional Angst / Hurt-Comfort / Tension / Explicit Themes

(Note: This one hits deep. Smut is there, but it’s the emotion that burns.)

˚˙୨⧼🎀⧽୧˙˚

It started small.

He stopped texting back as fast.

Stopped showing up at places he knew you’d be.

Stopped looking at you like you were his next breath.

And you felt it. Every single shift.

It all built to this moment—outside of another Kook party, his body leaning against the brick wall like he wasn’t unraveling. Like he hadn’t spent the last two weeks trying to undo what the two of you had become.

You stood in front of him, arms crossed, voice sharp.

“Are you done pretending I mean nothing to you?”

He didn’t answer right away. Just looked down at his hands like they were covered in blood.

“I told you not to fall for me,” he said finally.

“You didn’t warn me,” you snapped. “You dared me.”

That got his eyes on yours. Wild. Defensive.

“I’m not the guy you want me to be.”

“And what guy is that, exactly?” you asked, stepping closer. “The one who’s scared of feeling anything real? The one who ruins every good thing before it can leave him first?”

His jaw clenched, but he said nothing.

“Tell me the truth, Rafe,” you whispered. “Was it just sex to you?”

He stared at you for a second. Two.

Then broke.

“No,” he said. “Fuck—no. It wasn’t just sex. It was everything. That’s the problem.”

He turned, punching the wall behind him, knuckles cracking.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he said, voice hoarse. “How to want someone like you and not destroy it.”

Your heart cracked open right there.

You stepped forward, reaching for his hand—bloody knuckles and all—and he let you. Let you touch him like he wouldn’t fall apart from it.

“You don’t have to be perfect, Rafe,” you whispered. “You just have to try.”

He looked at you then, like no one had ever said that to him before.

And when he kissed you, it wasn’t possessive. It wasn’t war.

It was desperate. Like he needed to be forgiven. Needed to be held.

His hands were shaking when they touched your skin this time. His breath stuttered when you let your forehead press to his.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, voice breaking. “But I will. I will, and you’ll hate me for it.”

“Then don’t,” you whispered. “Choose not to.”

Silence. Then his lips found yours again, slow and soft and full of fear.

And when he slid inside you that night, it wasn’t fast. It wasn’t rough. It was aching. Like every movement meant something. Like he was begging you to stay without saying a word.

You held his face when he came, shuddering against your mouth, a quiet “fuck, I love you” slipping out before he could stop it.

Neither of you acknowledged it.

Not yet.

But it hung in the air like a spark waiting to catch.

˚˙୨⧼🎀⧽୧˙˚

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @daddyrafeslittleslut

ꨄꨄ𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭ꨄꨄ

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Fluff

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: Language, sexual tension, eventual smut, slight violence/roughness (verbal sparring), emotionally messy Rafe, toxic flirtation vibes that evolve

ꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄ

Later that day, you showed up at the Boneyard with your usual crew, pretending like nothing had changed. Like you didn’t still have bruises on your thighs from his grip. Like you hadn’t moaned Rafe’s name into the hot, sticky night until your voice broke.

And of course—because the universe had a sense of humor—he was already there.

Leaning against the side of his truck, drink in hand, eyes locked on you the second you stepped out of your car.

Your stomach flipped. Your legs wobbled.

Keep it cool.

But it was impossible to pretend he hadn’t been inside you not even twelve hours ago when he was looking at you like that—like he was thinking about dragging you off somewhere dark and doing it again.

Your friend, Nate, slung an arm casually around your shoulder. You didn’t think much of it—until Rafe started moving.

Direct path. Zero hesitation. Eyes locked on Nate like he was prey.

“Get your fuckin’ arm off her.”

You froze.

Nate laughed it off. “Relax, Cameron. We’re friends.”

Rafe stepped right up to him, chest to chest. “Yeah? Then act like one.”

“Rafe—” you warned, but it was too late.

The tension exploded. Nate backed off, hands up, but Rafe was still burning with it, like he couldn’t shut it off. Like some fuse inside him had blown and now all he saw was red and you.

He grabbed your wrist—not rough, but firm—and pulled you away from the group, past the trees, toward the dark side of the beach.

“Are you serious right now?” you snapped. “You don’t get to act like that—”

He turned on you, jaw clenched, chest heaving. “Don’t play dumb. You know what this is.”

“No, actually, I don’t. Enlighten me.”

His hands went to your waist in one fast motion, spinning you and pressing you back against a tree. Not with anger—just heat. Need. Teeth-gritting desperation.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “You fuckin’ know you are.”

You stared at him. “You don’t get to say that.”

“I do,” he said, leaning in, breath hot against your jaw. “After the way you screamed my name? After the way you came for me last night—and then again this morning?”

His mouth dropped to your neck, lips trailing heat. “You think I’m just gonna watch you let some other guy touch you?”

You hated how fast your body melted into his. How fast your breath hitched. How badly you wanted to give in.

“I don’t belong to anyone,” you whispered.

He met your eyes again. “Then prove it. Walk away.”

You didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

Your silence was his answer.

His lips crushed into yours, hungry and hard, tongue claiming, hands gripping your hips like he was staking his territory all over again. Your back hit the tree hard as his body pressed into yours, heat radiating off him like a fever.

“Tell me you want me,” he breathed, hand sliding under your shirt, rough fingertips dragging up your spine.

You swallowed, nails digging into his biceps. “You already know I do.”

His hand slid lower, fingers slipping between your thighs.

“Say it anyway.”

“I want you,” you gasped.

He didn’t stop until he had you undone—again—back arching, lips parted, body shuddering against him.

Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his grip bruising your hips like he was scared you’d vanish mid-thrust. You bit down on your lip hard enough to draw blood because holy shit, moaning his name right now would’ve been a fuckin’ announcement.

Your back scraped against the rough wood of an old log, the thump of the bass barely masking the slick sound of skin slapping skin. You clutched at his shirt, nearly tearing it off, not giving a single fuck about anything except the way he was deep inside you like he owned it.

Then—fucking hell—“Rafe?”

Topper’s voice. Close. Way too fucking close.

Rafe froze inside you, his hand clamping over your mouth like it was life or death, his cock still buried in you, twitching like it had unfinished business. You could hear Topper’s stupid-ass boat shoes crunching in the sand, getting closer.

“Bro, where the fuck are you? You bailin’ again?” Topper called out, slurring a little, like the drunken prick he always was.

You and Rafe didn’t move a damn muscle. Not one. Your heart was going batshit in your chest, and his hand was the only thing keeping your ragged breaths from blowing your cover. If you tilted your head, you could see a slice of Topper’s dumb, sunburnt face scanning the beach.

“C’mon, man! You missin’ out! Taylor’s practically beggin’ for you to show up,” he laughed, clearly having no goddamn clue he was ten feet away from his best friend balls-deep in you.

After a few long-ass seconds that felt like torture and edging all rolled into one, Topper finally wandered off, shouting some bullshit about needing another drink.

Rafe didn’t wait. The second his footsteps faded, he yanked your face toward his and said, voice low and filthy, “I’m not done with you yet. Not even fucking close.”

And just like that, he was back at it, faster, harder, rougher—like nearly getting caught turned him the fuck on even more.

And you? You weren’t complaining. Not one fucking bit.

And afterward, when you were slumped against his chest, both of you wrecked and breathless, he kissed your forehead and whispered like it hurt:

“I don’t wanna be just a fuck to you.”

Your heart cracked right down the middle.

“Then don’t act like one,” you whispered.

ꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄ

note: ty for the request hope you like it:)

ꨄꨄ𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭ꨄꨄꨄ

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

ꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄ

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Fluff

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: Language, sexual tension, eventual smut, slight violence/roughness (verbal sparring), emotionally messy Rafe, toxic flirtation vibes that evolve

ꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄ

The morning light was a bitch.

It hit you in the eyes before the rest of your brain caught up. Before you remembered where you were.

Backseat of Rafe Cameron’s truck.

Your leg draped over his.

His arm still around your waist, heavy and possessive even in sleep.

And you?

You were panicking.

What the hell had you done?

You slowly sat up, body aching from the way he’d moved with you last night—like he was trying to stake a claim. Like he wanted to own every sound he pulled from your mouth.

You should’ve left. Quietly. Slipped out like it didn’t matter.

But then—

“You always sneak out after?”

His voice was gravel, low and still laced with sleep.

You froze. “Didn’t know you were awake.”

“I wasn’t.” He cracked one eye open, then shut it again. “Felt you move. Got cold.”

That last part made your chest ache in a way you didn’t want to name.

You leaned back against the door, arms crossed over your bare chest, the blanket you’d thrown over yourself slipping. Rafe’s eyes opened again, slower this time, dragging over you like he was memorizing every inch.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you muttered.

“Like what?”

“Like we’re not going to pretend last night didn’t happen.”

A smirk pulled at his mouth—but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Oh, I’m not pretending. I remember every fuckin’ second.”

You swallowed hard. Your thighs clenched at the memory—but you held your ground.

“You gonna brag about it to your friends?”

Rafe sat up fully now, blanket falling away from his torso, bare chest catching the golden light, scattered with bruises—your marks.

He leaned in close, lips brushing your ear.

“No,” he said, voice low. “That was just for me.”

The way he said it made your stomach flip.

You shoved him lightly. “God, you’re such a Cameron.”

He laughed, head falling back. “And you’re still a pain in my ass.”

You were both quiet for a second, the kind of silence that buzzes with unspoken questions.

You finally asked one.

“So what now?”

Rafe’s jaw clenched. He didn’t look at you right away. When he did, his expression was unreadable.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Never done this before.”

“What, slept with someone?”

“No.” His gaze softened. “Wanted them after.”

You blinked.

His hand reached out, fingers tracing along your hip, his touch more careful now. Gentle, like he didn’t trust it.

“You still hate me?” he asked again, quieter this time.

You looked at him. Really looked at him.

The Rafe most people saw—reckless, dangerous, sharp-edged—was still there. But something else peeked through in this moment. Something broken. Something real.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly. “But I’m not ready to walk away yet.”

A beat passed. Then another.

And just like that, Rafe pulled you into his lap, mouth finding yours in a kiss that was less war and more… promise.

Rafe's fingers trailed down your body, finding your entrance and slipping inside. You gasped as he pushed in, his cock filling you. The morning light cast a golden glow on your skin, highlighting the bruises he'd left on your body, but you didn't care. You wanted him, needed him, and the way he moved inside you was like a promise of more to come.

His thrusts were slow and deep, his hips moving in a rhythm that had you moaning with pleasure. You felt your body responding, your core clenching around him. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he fucked you, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy.

He leaned in, his mouth finding yours, and you felt his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. You tasted the remnants of last night's whiskey on his breath, but it only added to the intoxicating mix of his scent and the way he made you feel. His fingers teased your nipple, and you felt your body tremble with desire.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you. He groaned, his hips moving faster, and you felt your orgasm building. Rafe's cock hit a spot deep inside you, and you felt yourself cresting the edge, your body shaking with pleasure.

As you came, Rafe's mouth found yours again, and you felt his own release spilling into you. You collapsed against him, his arms wrapping around you like a vice. You felt his heart pounding against your chest, and you knew he was just as affected as you were.

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To be continued…

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