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I was waiting on this, I was going to repost yesterday but i got sick so here it is. again I decided to annotate as I was reading, so read under the cut 🙂‍↕️

Oh he will notice the keychain gone girl

Of course, it was still dangling by the rear view mirror when you got back into your car, and you only rolled your eyes at it. Not the beef with a keychain

“My reputation precedes me,” cue Taylor Swift Mrs CC. Barry is so funny 😭

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

I love when someone does the enunciation of EVERY word, I do not know if it counts as micro trope but I love it.

ANGRY LOVE CONFESSION LET’S GOOOOOOO

“Is that what you wanted to hear?” HELL YEAH

FINALLY I KNOW PEACE

“You stupid fucking idiot,” you mumbled against his lips, leaning your forehead against his. “I love you.” I LOVE THIS

Rafe was buried in you, like he was a man starved I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT

Oh I know he was dying to call her precious

How have you been so blind all this time? IS THE QUESTION OF THE CENTURY

They didn’t look even remotely surprised. Why would anyone be shocked? Everyone knew they were in love

“You owe me fifty bucks.” IM DYING AT THIS

All knowing Topper LMAOOO

illicit affairs - part eighteen | r.c

summary:

“Fine. Sorry for bothering you,” you snapped, turning on your heel to leave but Rafe grabbed you by your wrist, effectively stopping you in your tracks.

“What exactly do you want me to say, Precious?” he said, his voice rising. His cheeks were red, when you turned back to look at him.

“Do you love me?”

Rafe immediately let go of your wrist, as if touching your skin burnt him, his expression ashen.

“What?”

OR; you've had enough. It's time to talk facts.

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

warnings: contains smut! 18+! MDNI! pinv, oral (female receiving)

word count: 6.5k

author’s note: the final chapter!!! who'd ever thought we'd get here?? bc I certainly didn't! at this point, I want to thank everyone who stayed from the beginning to the end, despite my hiatus. thanks for reading, crying and laughing with me, I really do appreciate every single one of you <3 without further ado, please have the last (official!) chapter of illicit affairs! 😭

PS: don’t skip the author’s note at the end!

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You’d stared at the swinging keychain, like it had personally offended you. After having found it in Rafe’s drawer, something in you compelled you to take it with you. You seriously doubted that Rafe was gonna miss it, considering it was buried in the drawer of his night stand.

After laying in your bed, staring at the key chain in your hand for what felt like the whole day, you’d grown restless, so you got up. The weather forecast looked pretty good for a surf, and from then on, you mostly worked on autopilot, packing your surfing gear and showing your board in the trunk of your jeep.

But, like you were cursed, you had brought the goddamn key chain with you, having slid it over the rearview mirror, and it swung around your car as you drove, like it was mocking you.

Every single thought that ran through your mind was of the same caliber, and by the time you reached the beach, you were confused and angry.

Probably not the best mood to go surf in, but your sense of rationality had left long ago. With your board under your arm, you waded into the water, the rough waves immediately causing you to lock in.

You didn’t have a death wish. Yet.

A good amount of waves later, some of them more successful than others, the sun had started to begin its descent over the island, which you took as a sign to get out of the water. Your steps towards the beach was slow, your body aching, and you already dreaded the next day. The waves had been a touch too rough for you liking, and you were leaving with more bruises that you had arrived with. Still, it was exactly what you needed, because focusing on the waves, meant not thinking about that stupid key chain and what it could possibly mean

Of course, it was still dangling by the rear view mirror when you got back into your car, and you only rolled your eyes at it. Waterdrops rolled down your back, from your wet hair, though it didn’t make much of a difference, considering you hadn’t bothered changing out of your bikini before throwing your dress back on.

You were just a mess and you still didn’t feel like going home, where you were going to be alone with your thoughts. With a small, decisive sigh, you turned your engine on, pulling out of your parking spot.

A cold drink wouldn’t hurt.

It wasn’t long until you reached the nearest corner store, parking your car right in front. Your normal surf spot was on the side of the Cut and so was the corner store, so the vendor didn’t bat an eye at your disheveled appearance, or the fact that your wet bikini was imprinting on your dress, making it more inappropriate than not.

Still, you didn’t care.

Walking through the aisles of the small store, the humming of the AC oddly calming you. You stopped in front of refrigerated section, taking in all the options, when someone else joined you in the aisle, stopping right next to you. You didn’t turn to look at him, only seeing him out of the corner of your eyes.

What the hell did it mean, that Rafe had bought the key chain you had seen together? Why did he throw it in his night stand? Just… Why?

“Can ya grab me a corona?” he asked when you opened fridge door, so you grabbed a bottle of corona for him before reaching for your own can of diet coke.

“That your jeep and board outside?” he drawled and you bit back a sigh. You really weren’t in the mood for this. Turning to face him, he looked exactly like you had expected: buzzed hair, loose tanktop, a pair of brown shorts and a pair of polarizing sunglasses in his head. His gold tooth was glinting at you when he cracked a grin.

“Why, you trying to steal it?” you asked back dryly, handing him his beer.

“Not if you’re being this nice.”

You rolled your eyes. “Glad I could help.”

Without paying him any more attention, you headed to the front desk to pay, but much to your dismay, he decided to follow you.

“You don’t look like you’re from this side of town,” he commented when slid your can of coke on the counter to pay.

“That’s cause I’m not,” you replied with a sigh, waving at the guy behind the counter. “Just the coke please.”

“Ring us up Pete,” the guy next to you said, and the guy behind the counter didn’t flinch, ringing your drinks up together.

Great.

“Thanks, but I can buy my own shit.” With that, you slapped a ten dollar bill on the counter, snatching your coke.

“Keep the change,” you called over your shoulder, your steps quick as you exited the store, wanting to leave this guy in the dust.

And you would have, if you hadn’t stopped in your tracks, seeing Rafe’s motorcycle strapped to the bed of the truck parked next to you. The guy skidded out of the store behind you.

“Good, you’re still here.”

“Why do you have Rafe’s bike?”

The guy looked at you, confused, turning to look at the bike, before his eyes fell back on you, sniffing his nose.

“Ah… You’re precious,” he said with a flat voice and you narrowed your eyes at his.

“I’m sorry?”

“You’re Precious.”

You paused. No one else besides your friends ever called you that. Occasionally, Sarah would use that nickname. This guy was obviously not Sarah.

“Do I know you?”

“Nah,” he waved you off, snickering. “We got mutual friends; though.”

You furrowed your brows at him, taking in his appearance again, before it dawned on you.

“You’re Barry, aren’t you?”

“My reputation precedes me,” he gloated, but your lips drew a tight line. So this was the fucking guy who got Rafe into cocaine. Barry noticed the sudden change of your demeanor immediately, shifting on his feet.

“An’ this is exactly why I don’t have a lady, cuz they only frown and complain.”

You balked at his words, your nostrils flaring, because really, what the hell was this guy’s problem?

“First of all, I’m not “Rafe’s lady”, whatever the fuck that even means,” you pointed out. “Second of all, I’m “frowning and complaining” because you actually got him fucking addicted to cocaine.”

Barry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, like all of this was an inconvenience to him. You were this close to slapping him.

“Well, he stopped, didn’t he?”

“He shouldn’t have done it in the first place.”

Barry stared at you for a good second, before a breathy laughter escaped his lips and he tipped his head back, looking up to the sky.

“No fucking wonder you’re so miserable, how much longer you’re gonna hide the fact that you’re in love with him?”

You tensed. How had Barry, a guy you just met, figured out that you loved Rafe in the span of one conversation, whereas Rafe was none the wiser?

“You don’t know me,” you hissed. “And you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure I don’t,” Barry snickered, pushing the sunglasses back on his nose. “The two of y’all really deserve each other.”

Before you could even ask for clarification on what the fuck he meant, Barry climbed into his truck, shutting the door behind him.

“Tell country club I’m dropping his bike off at the shop, it’s taking up too much space on my property.”

Your mouth was agape, and Barry only lifted his beer bottle out of the window.

“Thanks for the beer, Mrs. CC!” he crowed out of the open window, before driving off, his music blasting off inside the car.

“Mrs. CC?” you muttered to yourself with a small headshake, getting into your own car. Your coke was already starting to get warm, condensation drops running down the outside of your can.

“So much for that ice cold drink.”

The drive back home was silent. All the peace you had found while surfing, had dissipated into thin air as soon as you ran into Barry. What did Rafe tell him? Why was Barry just spewing shit around? You let out an annoyed groan when you reached the corner that turned into your street, the stupid key chain swinging into your view before you braked sharply, turning your car back around.

“Fuck this shit. I’m done.”

You knew the way to Rafe’s house by heart, driving there like it was ingrained in your head, all the while your heart was thrumming in your chest, adrenaline and emotions running high. The tires of your car squeaked when you turned into the drive way of his property, the car coming to a rough stop in front of his porch. You’d barely turned off the engine of your car before you snatched the key chain off your rear view mirror, storming out of your car and into Rafe’s house.

“Rafe!”

“Precious?”

Rafe sounded confused, his steps hurried when he met you halfway, coming from the living room. He took you in, head to toe, a crease in his forehead.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

You took a deep breath as you looked at him, before dangling the keychain from your hands in front of his face.

“What’s this?”

His eyes widened a little, in a way that was almost unnoticeable, but you noticed. He clearly recognized it, still he shrugged with his shoulders, playing it off.

“‘s a key chain.”

You tried to stay calm, even though this fake nonchalance was driving you insane.

“It’s the key chain from Nassau, the one we saw together,” you pointed out, shaking the key chain at him.

“And?”

This time, a groan escaped your lips. Rafe was giving you the run around. On purpose. “Why do you have this?”

“Where did you even find it?” Rafe asked back instead, snatching the key chain out of your hands and shoving it into his pocket.

Stemming your hands in your hips, you shrugged, copying his nonchalance, because two could play this game. “Your drawer.”

“Snooping is rude, Precious.”

Of course he would take the first chance to deflect from the topic at hand. Sometimes Rafe really was a wuss.

“Why do you have that?” you asked again and Rafe groaned, throwing his hands up.

“Cuz I bought it, what the hell?”

“Why would you buy a key chain and just leave it in a drawer to rot?” you asked and he only looked in your eyes, before shaking his head with a small sigh.

“It’s just a key chain, Precious. Can we drop this?”

Rafe sounded resigned, like he was tired and usually you would give in, compromise. But you were tired, too. Tired of half-asses explanations and spending most of your time in a trance of unresolved questions. So you only blinked at him, nodding slowly, your lips drawn in a tight line.

“Fine. Sorry for bothering you,” you snapped, turning on your heel to leave but Rafe grabbed you by your wrist, effectively stopping you in your tracks.

“What exactly do you want me to say, Precious?” he said, his voice rising. His cheeks were red, when you turned back to look at him.

“Do you love me?”

Rafe immediately let go of your wrist, as if touching your skin burnt him, his expression ashen.

“What?”

“Do. You. Love. Me,” you repeated, enunciating every word, so he would understand you clearly, leaving no space for wrong interpretations.

Rafe stared at you, a mixture of disbelief and anger, clenching his jaw before he looked away, shaking his head.

“Of course I love you. You’re my best friend.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

Your words hung heavy in the air and Rafe slumped his shoulders, the fight leaving his body.

“Precious… Don’t do this. I-” he broke off, casting his eyes on the floor. “We can’t go back.”

“You mean like we can’t go back after having sex with each other?” you shot back, and his head snapped up to glare at you. “What was it you called it again? Casual? Friends with benefits?”

Throwing his own words at him, you felt mean, like you were provoking him. And honestly, you were.

“You’re being a bitch.”

“You’re being a bitch!” you yelled at him, poking him into his chest with your index finger. “What are you so fucking scared of, Rafe? Just answer the question!”

“Fine, goddamit!” Rafe exploded, making you flinch at the sheer volume of his voice. “I am in love with you! I have been in love with you for I don’t know how fucking long and it’s killing me.”

Even though a small, minuscule part of you had expected it, you were still shocked at his confession. All this time?

Rafe scoffed at your silence, pressing the palm of his hand against his forehead, something he always did when he got anxious.

“Is that what you wanted to hear?” he asked quietly, avoiding your eyes at all costs. His reaction broke your heart. Rafe turned to leave, and the sight of his back turned to you made you panic, so you dashed right in front of him.

There was a split second, where the two of you just stared at each other, before you all but launched yourself at him, throwing your arms around his neck, pressing your lips on his, standing on your tiptoes.

Go big or go home, right?

Rafe was frozen, stiff as a board, but then, after processing this whole turn of events you assumed, he wrapped his arms around your waist, carrying most of your weight, kissing you back. And finally, finally, despite already knowing how he truly felt about you, your heart felt lighter, a relieved sigh falling from your lips.

The kiss was hot, messy, frantic, like the both of you were trying to make up for lost time. When your lungs started burning, the realization of needing air making itself known, you pulled away reluctantly, breathing heavily. Rafe was staring at you, his eyes wide, like he couldn’t quite believe that you were real.

“You stupid fucking idiot,” you mumbled against his lips, leaning your forehead against his. “I love you.”

An unsure smile grew on Rafe’s face, his hold in you impossibly tight.

“Yeah?”

You rolled your eyes at him, annoyed, but mostly fond.

“Yes! I can’t believe you…. Even Barry, that dumbass realized after like, five minutes into meeting me.”

“Barry?” Rafe’s brows drew together in confusion. “When did you talk to Barry?”

“Just before I came here. I ran into him at a corner store on the Cut.”

“That explains your bikini.”

You looked down to see the imprint your bikini had left on Rafe’s clothes through your dress, before shrugging, grinning at him.

“Are you complaining?”

“I mean…” Rafe trailed off, releasing his hold on your waist to slide his hands down your thighs. “It just means that I have to get changed, don’t I?”

With those words, he hiked your legs up, which you instinctively wrapped around his waist, easily carrying you to his bedroom.

Your heart was thrumming in your chest, and in a way, it reminded you of the first time you had sex with Rafe.

But this time, you weren’t nervous. This time, you were giddy. You had Rafe, all of him.

Instead of throwing you on the bed like the first time, Rafe turned, so he could take a seat in the edge of the bed, with you in his lap.

“What, no throwing me on the mattress?” you teased and Rafe gave you a look, his hands on your waist.

“I was in a rush. I thought it was my one and only chance with you and I didn’t want you to change your mind,” Rafe said, leaning in to leave kisses on your neck. “I can take my time now.”

And that he did.

Brushing your still damp hair over your shoulder, he kissed down from your neck to your cleavage, slowly, and agonizingly.

“You’re salty.”

“You’re slow!”

Rafe snickered against your skin, placing one last kiss on your collarbone before he stood up, turning so he could lay you down on the bed. You were growing impatient, so you grabbed a hold of his shirt, tugging it up.

“Take that off,” you demanded and while Rafe smirked, he complied, tossing his shirt somewhere in the vicinity of the floor. He made quick work of your dress, too, despite it sticking to the damp bikini. Though when it came to taking off your last layer, that’s when he slowed down again. Nimbly, he unraveled the knots of your bikini top, immediately latching his lips on your breasts, his tongue tracing circles around your nipples, making you writhe.

“Rafe,” you whined and he only glanced up at you through his lashes, kissing around your breasts unperturbed.

“You’re so impatient,” Rafe chastised, his fingers hooking onto your bikini bottoms to tug them down. He slowly worked his way down your body, leaving a trail of wet kisses, until he finally hovered between your legs, sucking on your sensitive skin on your thighs, right next to the spot you really wanted him. You only watched in frustration, partly because you couldn’t even hold onto his hair, mostly because he was so slow.

His touch was light, almost like air when he brushed his fingers over your folds, his other hand propping up your leg, so he could get even closer. You’d nearly exploded from anticipation.

Using his index and middle finger, he spread your folds, and you’d be embarrassed at the sound it made, if you weren’t so turned on right now.

“You’re so wet,” Rafe commented, swiping a finger through your wet folds and you only whimpered, fisting the bed sheets with your hands.

“That’s because you’re a god damn tease,” you’d barely breathed out and Rafe only cocked an eyebrow at you, pushing his finger into you, your tense shoulders finally sacking. He was pumping his finger into and out of you, before adding another, while his thumb rubbed circles into the small bundles of nerves, making your toes curl. The moans leaving your mouth were obscene, you were so hyper focused on your pleasure, you didn’t even notice how Rafe laced his hand with yours, his other hand never ceasing in getting you off.

When you felt his warm breath on your cunt, you nearly passed out, his mouth on you, with his fingers pumping in and out of you relentlessly. You were squeezing his hand so hard, it must be painful, but Rafe was buried in you, like he was a man starved, fed with only you and the sounds he was coaxing out of you.

In all the times you were hooking up before this, the both of you had learned what got the other off, so it was a surprise to neither of you, when you felt the familiar sensation of your high building in your lower stomach.

“Rafe…” you whined softly, and his mouth ticked up in a smirk, pressing his thumb on your clit.

“Are you going to come for me, Precious?”

“You’re so stupid,” you moaned, though your words lacked any heat. Rafe only laughed, and it was absurd, seeing him grin so widely before dipping his head between your thighs again, sucking on your clit, but that thought was quickly pushed to the back of your head. Your breath tightened in your throat, before you let out a moan, when your orgasm finally hit you, a weak call of Rafe’s name passing over your lips. Letting out a breath, you slumped back into the pillows, energy zapped, merely acknowledging Rafe as he crawled on top of you.

“You did a great job, A+ for execution,” you mumbled, between breaths. “Subtracting points for pace, though.”

“Duly noted,” Rafe mused, pushing your hair out of your face, before leaning down to kiss you. You sighed softly into the kiss, meanwhile your fingers were skimming down his body, unbuttoning his pants. Rafe took the hint, taking off his hands and boxers, and he had barely settled back between your legs when you wrapped your hand around his hard cock.Rafe groaned harshly against your lips, his hips bucking out of reflex.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his hand cupping the back of your neck to kiss you, while you lazily pumped his cock with your hand.

“Do you want me to…?�� you asked between kisses but Rafe denied it with a small grunt.

“No, next time,” he said, like it was a promise, leaning in to kiss you again. He wasn’t hurried by any means, pressing closer against you and you hiked your leg up his waist, willing him even closer.

It was odd, you couldn’t even count on one hand how many times you and Rafe have had sex at this point, but this felt so… New.

“I love you,” you blurted out, just because you could. Rafe’s eyes snapped to you, so blue, you nearly got lost in them.

“Say it again.”

You honest to God giggled. How have you been so blind all this time? Shifting on the mattress, a small moan escaped your lips when Rafe’s cock brushed up against your clit.

“I will if you finally fuck me.”

“Oh, I didn’t know your love for me was transactional.”

You rolled your eyes fondly at him, your hand cupping his cheek gently, his eyes meeting yours.

“I love you,” you said again, humoring him. “I love you, I love you, I love y- ahh…”

The last word melted into a moan when Rafe finally pushed into you, leaning his weight on one elbow.

You exhaled softly, opening your eyes - which you hadn’t even realized that you had closed - to see Rafe looking at you, his hips still. He leaned down to kiss you and when you wrapped your arms around his neck to kiss him back, he finally started moving, driving his cock in and out of you in a delirious rhythm.

His grunts were low, while your moans were breathless, the bed hitting the wall with every thrust Rafe had. The sex with him had always been great, but this? This was out of this world.

You pressed your knee into his side, signaling wordlessly that you wanted a change of position and his hips barely stuttered before he rolled you on top.

Though he barely gave you the chance for control, his arms already wrapping around your waist and his legs propped up to fuck up into you. Your body was pressed against his, moaning with every thrust, before you slowly leaned up, forcing Rafe to ease the grip around your waist. He grinned up at you, his hand cupping your face, while your own hands leaned on his chest.

“You good?”

“Perfect.”

With that, you lifted your hips up until Rafe’s cock nearly slipped out of you, before sitting back down again, riding him like your life depended on it, his cock hitting that sweet spot of yours over and over again. Sooner than later, you felt pressure building again. Rafe could tell immediately, sitting up to hold your body against his, the position making the friction between you even harder.

“Fuck,” you gasped against his shoulder and Rafe only held the back of your head, rutting against, in a way that told you that he was close. It wasn’t much longer until the pressure finally hit the peak and you moaned out Rafe’s name, slumping against him. Rafe’s high followed soon after a few more weak thrusts, before his warm come spurted into you in short ropes, his groan of your name making all the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. What an absurd to feel after sex.

Out of breath, Rafe laid down again, careful to lift up your hips so his softening cock could slip out of you, while his come dribbled out of your cunt, onto him.

“Ugh,” you huffed, already starting to feel sticky while Rafe was still trying to catch his breath. With a small pout, you pressed a kiss on Rafe’s lips before you got up, careful not to make a mess everywhere.

“Precious, just stay put, I’ll get a towel,” Rafe groaned, grabbing your wrist to stop you but you only tugged him up.

“Just let me take a shower,” you whined and he let out another groan, before he let you pull you up, his arms looping around your waist to pick you up, as you squealed while he carried you to the bathroom.

After another round in the shower of slow, and passionate sex - which you didn’t mind this time, because you were already blissed out from your two previous orgasms - Rafe dragged you out of the shower and back into bed. With the way his arm was thrown over your waist, you weren’t sure he was ever gonna let you leave.

“I can’t believe Barry is what finally brought us together,” Rafe muttered with a raspy voice. You had almost assumed that he had dozed off, with him not moving a muscle despite you tracing circles on the back of his hand.

“I don’t like him,” you told Rafe and he snickered, pressing a kiss on your shoulder.

“I didn’t think you would.”

“He’s so… Vulgar. And ridiculous,” you huffed. “He called me ‘Mrs. CC’, like what does that even mean?”

Rafe frowned, confused, before breaking out in laughter, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“Why are you laughing?” you asked, annoyed.

Whatever Rafe was saying, was barely comprehensible, both because he was still shaking from laughter and because his face was in the crook of your neck.

“Rafe, come on,” you whined, pushing him off of you and his laughter finally subsided. The clown was even wiping his eyes.

“He calls me Country Club,” Rafe finally explained. You only frowned at him, still not quite getting it, before it finally dawned on you.

“Oh wow, Mrs. CC… Mrs. Country Club?” you said with a huff. “This guy is something.”

Rafe laughed, leaning over to nose along your cheek.

“Come on, you gotta admit it’s cute.”

“What’s cute about that?!”

“He wingman-d me, and it worked… Somehow.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “You’re giving him too much credit.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, tracing his finger along your jawline, before turning you to face him. “I’m just happy we finally got here.”

You glowered a bit a him, just for show, before you closed the last distance between you, kissing him. Even though you had lamented about Rafe’s grip on you earlier, you yourself weren’t sure if you’d ever get sick of kissing him. But Rafe didn’t seem to mind, shifting while you kissed him, so he was crowding around you, careful not to tug on your hair.

A distant ring caught your attention, and it rang for a good ten seconds before you realized it was Rafe’s phone, coming from somewhere on the floor. He made no move however to pick it up, cupping your cheek as he deepened the kiss.

“Rafe.”

“Just let it go to voicemail,” he mumbled against your lips. Shortly later, the phone stopped ringing, only to ping twice, and then start ringing again.

Rafe let out a frustrated groan, getting up to grab his phone out of his pocket, frowning at the screen.

“It’s fucking Topper,” he grumbled, declining the call and tossing the phone on the bed, lying down next to you. He burrowed himself under the blankets, pressing himself against your backside and you laughed, patting his arm.

“Come on, just give him a call back, you’re not even doing anything.”

“I’m cuddling with you,” Rafe pointed out and you only laughed, turning in his arms.

“You can cuddle with me and talk to Topper on the phone.”

Rafe frowned at you, letting out a big sigh when his phone started ringing again. He reached behind himself, grabbing his phone, putting it on speaker.

“What?”

“Hey, what’s up?”

Rafe rolled his eyes and you bit back a laugh.

“You didn’t call to ask me what’s up.”

“Cranky. What are you doing later? Should we grab drinks?”

“I don’t know,” Rafe sighed, clearly not up for it but you gently nudged him, nodding. “Ugh. Fine.”

“Cool. Kelce said he’d be down too, but I can’t reach Precious, you know anything about her whereabouts?”

Right. You’d left your phone in your car.

Rafe grinned, opening his mouth, but before he could even utter a single word, you placed your hand over his mouth, just knowing he’d drop something insane. He raised a questioning brow at you, and you only shook your head at him. Rafe let out an agreeing grunt, and only then, you removed your hand.

“I’ll let her know.”

“Okay. Thanks, see you later?”

“I’ll text you when I’ll leave.”

Rafe ended the call with a click, before exhaling loudly, and very, very dramatically.

“Do we have to go?”

“It’ll be nice to hang out again,” you snickered but Rafe only huffed and puffed, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I’d rather stay in bed.”

“We can do that literally whenever, Rafe.”

“We can also hang with Kelce and Top whenever,” Rafe grumbled, but you could tell that he was faking his annoyance.

“We can tell them about us,” you said, quirking a smile at him. “No more secrets.”

“I was about to tell Topper and you stopped me,” he pointed out but you gave him a knowing look.

“You were about so say something crazy, Rafe. Did you really think that’s the right way to tell them?” you leaned up to press a quick kiss on his lips, throwing the blankets back. “Come on, I need to go home first to get changed.”

Pulling on some shorts you had left behind a while ago and one of Rafe’s t shirt, Rafe dumped your bikini and your wet dress into the laundry, before getting dressed himself.

The two of you piled into your car and drove straight to your house, where Rafe parked right in front of the porch.

“Can you bring my board into the garage? I’ll be quick,” you asked and Rafe nodded, ushering you inside. With a spring in your step, you headed inside, where you could hear the tv running from the living room.

“Hey mom, hi dad, I’m back, but only to get changed!” you called as you walked up the stairs, their “hi honey!”s muffled over the tv speaker. You didn’t take long in your bedroom, grabbing a dress from your closet and changing into it, putting on some mascara and gloss, which you tossed into your purse. It was probably the quickest you ever got ready. You knew Rafe was just itching for an excuse to cancel on Top and Kelce, so you didn’t want to give him too much time to think. Slinging your purse over your shoulder, you headed out of your room, down the stairsc your steps slowing when you realized your parents were talking to Rafe in the hallway.

“- trying to expand. But yeah, that would be a good opportunity.”

Rafe’s attention was drawn to you when he saw you standig on the stairs, raising a brow at you.

“Hey. You ready?”

“Uh huh,” you hummed, walking down the last few steps towards him and your parents. Rafe’s hand flexed, like he was holding himself back from reaching out to you, waiting for your lead. You hadn’t thought about how you were gonna tell your parents, but as you glanced at them, it didn’t take you long before you slotted yourself against Rafe’s side. His shoulders slumped against yours, like he was relieved, his arm wrapping around your waist.

Your parents’ reaction to the revelation was minimal, with your mother grinning briefly and your dad shaking his head, chuckling quietly. They didn’t look even remotely surprised.

“We’re meeting Kelce and Topper for a drink at the Country Club,” you told them and your mom nodded.

“Okay honey.”

“You kids take care of each other,” your dad added and you waved at him, while you and Rafe walked out of the house, your parents quietly whispering between them.

“You owe me fifty bucks.”

You glanced at Rafe, your brows furrowed in confusion and Rafe only snickered as the door shut close behind you.

“Well, at least your parents approve,” Rafe mused, opening the door to the passenger’s seat for you, an unspoken tradition of Rafe driving your car whenever the two of you took your jeep, “Even if you don’t care for their approval.”

“Yeah,” you replied, looking over to him when he got into the driver’s seat. “It’s nice, though.”

Rafe glanced at you, his eyes crinkling, and he took your hand to press a quick kiss on the back of it, before he started the car.

“So how are we gonna to tell them?” you asked as Rafe pulled into the street.

“Tell them what?”

“That we’re dat-“ you suddenly broke off, your cheeks heating up, when you realized that you never really specified what you were.

Rafe threw you a curious look.

“That we’re dating?”

“Are we?” you asked, somewhat meekly and Rafe reached over to take your hand.

“Precious, you are so much more to me than just my girlfriend,” he told you and you flushed, swatting at his hand.

“Oh stop.”

Rafe snickered, squeezing your hand affectionately.

“But in layman’s terms, I guess you are my girlfriend…”

“And you’re my boyfriend.”

“And I’m your boyfriend,” Rafe repeated, amused. “Don’t worry about telling the boys. We’ll play it by ear.”

When you arrived at the patio of the country club, Topper and Kelce were nowhere to be found, so you and Rafe got some drinks by the bar before you sat down.

Rafe’s arms was thrown over the back of your chair and you were angled in his direction as you talked, nothing about your body language indicating to the change in your relationship. So it wasn’t that surprising that Topper and Kelce didn’t comment on anything when they finally arrived. The conversation flowed easily, but you never found the right opportunity to mention it. Topper did squint his eyes a little when Rafe brushed his hand over your leg, and Kelce eyed you and Rafe suspiciously, like he sensed something was going on, but neither of spoke up about it.

“I’m gonna go grab another drink from the bar,” Rafe said, pushing his chair back to stand up. You weren’t sure how long you had been sitting there, snack plates having joined the table and left, the patio filling up with more people.

Rafe gently laid his hand on your back, raising a questioning brow at you. “You need anything?”

You looked at your almost empty glass before nodding.

“Can you just get me a white wine?”

“Yeah, course.”

Rafe paused behind you before leaning down, and when you glanced up at him, he was looking at Kelce and Topper, then he looked back at you, dipping his head to kiss you.

“What the..?”

Kelce’s chin dropped, and Topper choked on his beer, but you paid them no mind, kissing Rafe back. You could feel him grin against your lips before he pulled away, stepping away from the table without another word, leaving you to deal with the aftermath.

Of course this was how he wanted to break the news to your friends.

You turned back to the boys, and Kelce only stared at you openmouthed, while Topper was coughing into his elbow.

“When did this happen?” he wheezed and you shrugged with your shoulders, biting back a grin.

“Today, I guess.”

“I can’t believe it,” Kelce groaned, falling back in the chair. “The two of you sitting here and keeping your mouths shut like this isn’t the most life changing news.”

“Okay, take it down a notch,” you snorted. “We just couldn’t find a good time, okay?”

“I hate y’all.”

“I’m honestly more surprised that Rafe was holding it in for so long,” Topper admitted and you snickered.

“Rafe would’ve told you immediately, if I’d let him.”

Topper narrowed his eyes at you, confused before he realized, his chin dropping.

“You mean on the phone?”

You nodded.

“You guys were-?!”

You nodded again.

“Eurgh!”

Kelce barked out a laugh and you only shook your head, grinning.

“Grow up, Top.”

“You tell ‘em yet?”

Rafe asked, coming up behind you with your drinks and you gave him a look.

“Funny.”

He only smirked at you, sliding the drinks on the table when Topper raised his hand.

“Aye congrats man, you bagged the hottest girl on the island!” he cajoled, high-fiving him. Rafe snorted and Kelce only snickered, their antics making you roll your eyes, as you reached for your wine.

Boys will be boys.

Rafe sat back down next to you, throwing his arm around the back of your chair. Kelce observed, his face softening.

“In all seriousness though, I’m happy for you. Genuinely, I’ve always thought how unlucky Rafe’s future girlfriend would be because we all knew that you are his number one priority. I guess we should’ve seen this coming.”

“Who’s we?” Topper scoffed, giving him a look. “I’ve seen this coming from a mile away.”

“Oh well, I am sorry for even opening my mouth then, all knowing Topper,” Kelce bitched back and soon, they both started bickering about an entirely different topic.

Rafe curled his hand around the arm rest of your chair to pull you closer, and you raised a brow at him.

“This okay?” he asked gently and you nodded, before leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Perfect.”

And for the first time, in a long time, you truly meant it.

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author’s note: what would you do if i told you this wasn’t in fact, the last chapter?�� surprise! i got an epilogue coming for you! I can't tell you when it's coming just yet, and there won't be any new plot points happening, just a few loose ends being tied up :)))

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inthelibrarybtw · 15 days ago

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it was a busy week at work but i'm finally off and I'm gonna be writing, no idea what but I will post something

#rantsinthelibrary

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i still plan on reading your smau as well and will definitely be around in your inbox 🫶🏻 gotta let tumblrs best writers know their worth 🥰

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my smau is my beloved child and is also the one that takes me the longest to make 😭

you are so sweet, thanks for reading and stopping by 🫶🏻🫶🏻

#mailinthelibrary #ywmtp!asks #anon ask #☀️anon

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i have come back to say holy shit. your writing? 😍 in love. back to shore made me sob but it was so beautiful! and you’re gonna go far is quickly becoming a fav. i love the way you e set the story up. i’m a SUCKER for an enemies to lovers trope. i love finding new writers!!! you’re so talented 🥰 i hope you have a wonderful weekend!

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hi sunny!

this is SO SO SWEET, thank you so much. It means A LOT that you read my work and you liked it 🫶🏻 back to shore also made me cry when I was writing both parts lol.

you are gonna go far is my first baby, the first fic I wrote and posted rn is under construction, i just need to edit ch3 and an extra from my old writings to continue with fresh new chapters hehe. Im so so happy you like them 💕💕

i also hope you have an amazing weekend! and i hope to see you around my inbox, love reading your thoughts.

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I'm the last anon with the friend and we were supposed to hang today, she was 3 hours late, and we were supposed to go to a library and get coffee and go to the mall to shop but she's been too busy texting her boyfriend and then buying him gifts for his birthday that's 3 months away LIKE BFFR.

I can't wait to go home and cry to my bf

hi again! ok so rude??? i cannot stand unpunctual people. Even if you had time to spare 3 hours is insane, it shows disrespect and you shouldn’t need to wait no matter who she is to you. 15 minutes TOPS of waiting then you dip. no one and i mean NO ONE should make you waste time like that.

In 3 hours you can do so much, I’m sorry if it sounds rude but she is being rude and you don’t have to put up with things like that just bc she is your best friend. Put limits and do talk to her about this because three hours is wat too much atp just reschedule

#mailinthelibrary #girl talk✧.*#anon ask

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hi.. u said rants allowed so here I am. um I've been friends with this girl since freshman year of hs and we're now graduated from college.

* anyways like 2-3 years ago she got a bf (we're both 22 and he's literally 28 and im not judging but the age gap was 19 and 25 and to me that's WRONG)

* the first time I met him he made her cry infront of me

* he was literally living at her apartment WITHOUT A JOB and driving her CAR while she was working her ass off in college

* him living with her is just weird to me because TMI but she's very religious like she has a purity ring and now she's living with a guy yk?

* we were actually supposed to move in together our last two years of college because I started going to the same college as her and that didn't happen (because him)

* we went from hanging out every weekend to literally months without seeing eachother

* she randomly stopped following a mutual friend of ours (he's a guy) and even said she didn't want to be friends with OUR GUY FRIEND THATS GAY (her bf used to always say that he didn't believe he was gay) so she literally dropped all her male friends

* she used to never ever be on her phone when she was with me like we'd get so lost in just being girls yk? And having fun shopping (things like that) but then she started like always texting him back immediately

* one time we were hanging out and she got a dm from her ex and literally called her bf bc she was worried he would get mad

* we were supposed to hang out today after almost 2 months and she literally texted me 3 hours before that she might be busy and we couldn't hang for long so I just texted her that we could reschedule

idk I'm just feeling very emotionally drained and I hate feeling like I'm the only one putting in effort. I also don't have many close friends and it sucks to feel like our friendship is ending. I do worry that maybe he's emotionally abusive and she needs help but she sweats everything is fine and I don't want to make her upset.

Hi! yes rants are always allowed, first of all I send you a hug because I know the feeling of not having many close friends and feeling like one is pulling away even when we are making our efforts. I have dealt with something like that twice (one in high school and one right now) so i send you a lot of strength for this time.

I live by the whole the guy you meet at 19 is not the guy for you (this take it with a grain of salt because I use it as a joke, but sometimes is true) I got emotionally wrecked by the guy I met at 19.

I do have to say that I find weird how much you say she has changed ever since meeting him. I don't like the fact that suddenly a lot of things that were not an issue for her are now one bc of him. It feels like a quiet intrusion he is having in her life. The age gap while it could be seen as normal (kinda) right now, when you are 19 you rarely have something in common with someone older because you are in different stages of life and you are going through different things that are forming you. I feel 19 is such an important age because is right before you start another decade and stage in your life and you start thinking differently and having someone so much older than you kinda influencing could have a positive or negative effect depending of the intentions of the person.

Me being 22 i would never even fathom dating someone a year younger let alone 6. I have friends who are 25 and they would never ever date someone younger because they still think of them as kids who are immature. So this grown ass man living in her house using her car at TWENTY FREAKING EIGHT while SHE, A COLLEGE STUDENT BUST HER BUTT OFF IN WORK seems extremely insane.

People make time for the people they care, I know it's so hard to listen or read that more because she is your friend but right now it seems her priority is her relationship (im not saying it's okay because the guy doesn't give me good vibes) but sometimes friends go through that stage of being so in love they forget how to time manage and make time for their friends. You could talk to her and voice your feelings, tell her you feel like she is backing away and that you miss spending time with just her. If you have already done this I say give yourself time to think this through.

Stop reaching out, do things on your own that you like, cry if you need to, write everything down that you feel like you need to let out. Focus right now on making yourself feel better again, fallouts in friendships, rough patches and sometimes even breakups can be one of the most difficult things more than romantic ones so give yourself grace. Be kind to you, give yourself the love you give to others.

Also if you two get the chance to talk don't push the topic of him on her, maybe she is not going through something maybe she is but doesn't feel ready to speak up now. If something is happening she will come when she feels the time is right.

I don't know how much of a help this was, but know my inbox and messages are open if you need to talk more about this 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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inthelibrarybtw · 17 days ago

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He knew exactly what he was doing. Like making you feel good was a natural skill of his. ofc it's natural skill of his to please his girl

He was quite literally fucking you dumb and you didn’t give a shit about it. do you hear me screaming?

You’re his. Not in a sense of ownership. A sense that he’s completely and utterly in love with you and he never wants to lose that. It’s irreversible now. You both had given so much of yourselves to each other. There’s no possible way to go back or separate from here. may he never lose it

this was so so good, im so glad you're back minnie 🫶🏻

BEACH DATE | Rafe x Pogue!Reader

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✧ Summary: A day at the beach with Rafe goes incredibly right.

✧ Warnings: MDNI 18+, public sex, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), missionary, cream pie

✧ 2.8k words

✧ A.N- surprise I lied I’m back. Also I hate this but what matters to me more is that you do and I hope getting this notification excited you. I planned to have this out a couple of days ago but I just kept going back and changing things, adding more to it<3

Also please let know if you’d like to continue being tagged. I know I’m not good or active anymore. So absolutely feel free to leave.

You spent the entire day with Rafe, hidden on a secluded part of the beach. You had woken up at the Chateau, lying to JJ and Pope about where you were going on your way out. Rafe had done the same, lying to his friends saying he'd be on the mainland, completing a job for his dad. The fallout that would come from your relationship being revealed always lingered in the back of your mind. But in moments like this, where the world shrunk to it just being the two of you in the fight and hateful words, and the rivalry all disappeared, it seemed so minuscule.

In this very moment, you were floating on your back in the middle of the water as it gently rocked against you. The warmth of the sun, peaking through the gray of the clouds, kissing your skin gave you a sense of peace. The sounds of the waves crashing at the shore and the calls of the seagulls kept you grounded. The smell of the salt water surrounding you made you calm, a reminder of how free and weightless you felt out here.

Your attention was stolen for a split second when you heard a tread of water. Then you felt it… his touch. Rafe’s two big hands coming from behind you and making home on your stomach as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him. His head nuzzled in the crook of your neck, the scruff on his cheek rubbed against the softness of yours. Both of your eyes close, enjoying the serene moment.

You never thought in a million lifetimes that this one would bring you two together. Literally. Being here on the beach, wrapped in his arms. Two people from completely different situations, different sides of the island. Rafe's hatred of Pogues was always loud. Everyone knew it. All his friends did too. A Kook and a Pogue were never meant to mix, let alone fall in love.

You found it weird when your heart would start to race when he was around. Simultaneously throwing jabs at your friends while looking into your eyes and having them soften. His hatred never touched you. People on both sides of the island somewhat feared him. He was a Cameron. An untouchable. You were different for him. Bright eyes, big heart, caring, kind. All the things he wasn’t and he silently adored you until he caught you alone restocking at Midsummers.

“Nice, huh?”

The rare softness of his voice pulled you from your thoughts. “Really nice.” You smiled and melted back into him.

There was a slight hesitation from him. You heard him take a deep breath. “I love you, y'know?" His face turned as he pressed his lips to your skin. Placing gentle kisses behind your ear and down your neck. “Let me show you how much.”

His hold on you loosened a bit when you lifted yourself up and spun around in the water to face him. Arms wrapping around his neck and legs around his waist. His hands instinctively found their place right under your thighs. Your eyes met his, making his heart race in his chest. Breath caught in his through. All just from looking at you.

The space in between the two of you closed as you leaned in to kiss him. His hands now knead the flesh of your ass. His grip was somehow firm but gentle. He walked backwards through the water making his way towards the shallow end, carrying you with him.

His footsteps kicked up sand as he brought you to the far end of the beach. Laying you down on the rocky floor of a small cove that sits in the corner. The water laps up against it, leaving a cool bed underneath you relieving the heat that’s pooling inside of you. Rafe hovers over you peppering kisses down your neck as he settles in between your legs.

You don’t know why, but being in this position with him, an overheard conversation popped into your head, during a time like this you wish you could stop yourself, but you couldn’t help but speak. “I heard Topper and Kelce calling me a pogue slut yesterday and that the boys probably just pass me around.”

A flicker of something flashes through his eyes, something of fury..? but it was too quick to tell. Maybe a realization of the reality of your relationship. Of all the things it could be, but all the things that prevent it from getting to that point.

His head dips and his lips graze your ear, “the only time that you’re a slut,” his voice was low and raspy, “is when I have you bent in half, begging me to let you cum.”

His tongue drew a line around the curve of your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. Without another word, his body slivered down yours, positioning himself just in the spot you needed him the most.

He lazily toyed with the strings of your bikini while his tongue worked on the skin of your thighs. His teeth grazed them, biting into it just softly enough for you to react, but not enough to leave a mark. Finally, untangling the bows, he pulled the bottoms away. He used his hand to spread you open more. A low growl escaped his throat and he licked his lips at the sight. His pupils blow, dark and predatory. Like a lion on a hunt. Not a sight of blue left in them. It was like he was about to enjoy his last meal.

You sat up on your elbows to get a better view of him. Your eyes were locked onto each other. He brought his hand up to your mouth, slipping his thumb between your lips and pressing it against your tongue. You took it in, swirling your tongue around it, getting it all wet, releasing it with a pop as he pulled it out. Without breaking eye contact, he takes his thumb and presses it against your clit. Your clit, that's already throbbing from the pleasure, he teases it with soft and barely there circles. Watching how just this small thing can make your eyes roll back.

“Dripping baby.” giving just a little more pressure, making you let out a gasp and your hips jerk. “You like that?”

“Fuck yes,” you breathed out as his thumb disappeared from you and was replaced with his tongue. He licked in between your folds, from bottom to top with one deliberate stroke, collecting every ounce of your arousal on his tongue.

His lips formed a suction around your clit and his tongue swirled against it. Your back arched and your fingers tangled in his hair gripping at it to pull him in closer as if it was possible. Moans fell out of your mouth unintentionally. He was perfect at this, fuck was he perfect. He knew exactly what he was doing. Like making you feel good was a natural skill of his. His hands held you in place as you squirmed before one hand slipped away and you felt his fingers beneath you attempting to lather them in your juices.

Then you felt them swirl around your entrance, teasing your edge. Your heart was racing with anticipation. Finally, one finger pressed in. Slowly, stroking the walls as he went deeper and deeper. A gasp left your lips from the stretch. You clenched around him instantly. You shuddered as you felt his large silver ring brush against you. It sends a jolt through your body. It was cold and shocking against your sensitive skin. The complete opposite of how you felt.

“Rafe, shit,” your eyes rolled back hard.

His mouth never left you. He hummed against you. Clearly pleased with the effect he had over you. His tongue moved with more urgency and his lips pulled a tighter hold on you. His finger curled inside of you, hitting the perfect spot over and over. It all felt like too much, your back lifted and hips moved with it. His arm that was still around your thigh moved to your waist, bringing your body back down and pinning you to the ground. He didn't want you getting away from him and he made sure of it. Even with him focused on another part of you, you were no match for his strength.

A second finger joinde the first. The stretch is full force. The split between pain and pleasure in the best way possible. Your body tenses for a split second before you relax into his again, opening for him wider. It gives his ring a better angle to rub against you more. It scraped against your hole, causing you to let out a whimper. You feel yourself getting closer. You feel like your stomach has been set aflame. Your nails dig into his scalp. Your breath came out in shallow spurts as it was impossible to catch. He kept going and going until he stopped. Mouth abandoning your clit, fingers pulled away from you. He was evil, super sexy hot, but really fucking evil. You tried to buck your hips up to follow him, but his hand gently pushed you back down as he shook his head and let out a breathy laugh.

“Don’t get to come yet.” He kneeled, beginning to tug down his swim shorts. His cock sprang free, thick and throbbing. Already dripping with precum. “Gonna fuck you, til you shake, fill you up with my cum and fuck that right back into you.”

Ecstasy surged through your body. Your body was begging for him to give you more. You reached up for him pulling him down with you so he was flush against your body. Pressing your lips to his, you opened them slightly inviting his tongue to tangle with yours. He adjusted slightly, pulling back and stroking himself as he lined up with you. You could feel his tip touch you. He pushed in as his other hand tugged your top down freeing your breasts from the confined material. His mouth met with your left nipple, biting down on it then soothing out the burn with his tongue.

He slid in and out with a precision only he could master. Each inch of him sent you into a haze. It was magical. Every thrust hit you deep, hitting every sensitive part. You moved to meet his pace, wanted more but he wasn’t giving in just yet. He wanted to just feel you for a moment. Take it all in.

“That feel good, baby?”

“M-more, Rafe.” Your voice broke on the request. You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed him like you needed oxygen. He was the only man you’d ever been with that rough and hard was good. He could bend you in any position and it would always feel amazing. Him unraveling you in the way that he did, felt like it was a gift every time. It felt like your body was made to be under his.

With that, he gave a satisfied smirk and sat up. He grabbed the back of your knees, pulling your legs over his shoulders leaning back down, so your legs were up and spread wide. You blushed at being so exposed and this just made his smirk grow wider. His hands came to either side of your face. You were now nose to nose. His thumb brushed against your cheek. Making this moment feel sentimental.

“You can take more?”

You nodded, “please.”

His hips lifted and he slammed back into you. It was a ruthless thrust, knocking all the air from your lungs. Your eyes squeezed shut and you threw your head back. The angle made his cock hit all the right places. Your arms reached up, needing a place to hold. The wrapped around his wrists, gripping them as hard as he was fucking you. His hand slipped up, yours still around it, and his finger laid around your throat, giving it a little squeeze.

“Eyes on me.”

They flashed open staring back into his. Your breath was caught in your throat. Your legs burned from the stretch. Your stomach ached from squeezing it. Your clit was swollen and throbbing. You clenched around Rafe’s cock, making it almost impossible for him to move, but he broke through your walls with ease due to his pace. It was all so overwhelming. Overwhelmingly good. You could do this thing with him forever.

“Fuck, look at you. You're a damn perfect mess. S’ fucking tight. S’ good for me. Sucking in my cock like that.”

You had no response. There was absolutely no way for you to even get words out even if you tried. Your mouth hung open. You were breathless and seething with pleasure. The only sounds that came from you were moans and gasps trying to catch your breath. The sting of your back rubbing against the rough texture of the ground had no effect on you as he pushed in and out of you. The rocks dug into you, your body could feel every bit of texture, gravel and speck of dirt. But your mind was on him.

You clutched at his arms, needing the feeling of holding onto something. You swore he could throw you across the cove with a single thrust if he wanted to. His head hung low, your tits bounced in his face. Beads of sweat dropped from his forehead onto them. He was grunting loudly. His thrusts only picked up and became more frenzied. Your brain was wiped clean. He was quite literally fucking you dumb and you didn’t give a shit about it.

There’s that one high pitched whimper that leaves your mouth, it comes straight from the throat, and he knew. He always knew. You do it every time. You’re just about to tip over the edge. Your legs tremble around his head. Your thighs burn as you prevent them from completely closing in on him.

“Cum for me baby. Let it go.” His speed picks up to help you just a bit.

Your body convulses as your orgasm ripped through you. Every muscle in your body tighten. Your nails dig into Rafe's skin, you're surprised you didn’t draw any blood. Moans fall from your throat, the noises are raspy now. Rafe's moves don’t let up. He continues to thrust into you chasing his own high.

He finally does, grunts and moans leave his mouth and as stops, buried deep inside of you. His own body slightly trembling from release. You can feel him fill you. He takes a second to press a kiss on your lips before sitting up to take a look at you.

He watches his cum slowly leak from you. It was thick, white, and slow. Licking his lips and stroking your thigh. It’s his stake of claim on you. He knows no one has every fucked you this way before, and now that he’s had you, he knows no one else will ever get the chance.

You lay there catching your breath. Deep breaths in and long exhales out. Staring at him, staring at you, both in admiration.

Then, without warning, he pushes inside you again.

“Told you,” his head is thrown back as you gasp, he grits through his teeth. “I was gonna fuck the cum right back into you.”

He pumped into you at a steady pace. The squelching sound of the mess he’s making fills your ears, even over the waves. You could feel everything happening. His hips smacking against yours. Every inch of him. The heavy breathing coming from the two of you. Both of your cum mixing, coating his length. The way he looked at you when he was doing all of this was enough to almost send you over the edge again.

When he was satisfied, he slowed again, still inside you. He lowered his body weight onto you caressing your cheek and softly kissing your lips. A complete 180 from moments ago. Now he holds you like you're fragile. That’s what you loved most about him.

Times like these are when everything disappears. The pogues, the kooks. The looks you get from people you don’t even know. None of that mattered. Not when you got to be with him, here like this.

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inthelibrarybtw · 17 days ago

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the way JJ is being so dramatic 😭😂 also rafe pulling in the moves to get her to talk to him, yes man beg, grovel 🙂‍↕️

as always IM OBSESSED

Don't Forget Where You Belong- R.C. SMAU: Part Two

Summary: You and Sarah have been best friends since you were in diapers. In fact, it is hard to remember a single moment in your life that a member of the Cameron family hadn't been involved in. They had been by your side for everything, no matter what. So, when you all got into the college of your dreams and discovered your financial aid wouldn't cover it, there wasn't really a question in Rafe's mind when he suggested you get married after rejecting a personal loan from them. It would just be some quick paperwork, and you would be able to cover your semesters yourself. Did it help that the two of you were already in love with each other? Sure. Lines blur through your sophomore and junior years, but even fairytales don't last in the Cameron family. Rafe disappears for the summer before your senior year, leaving you and your friend group trying to find a new normal in your break-up. Is it really a break-up when you two are still married and Rafe returns still calling you his wife? Even if you won't talk to him, the KU Anon App keeps his attempts anonymous. Well, at least he thinks so...

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Trope: Best Friend's Brother/ Marriage of Convenience

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inthelibrarybtw · 17 days ago

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you’ve been recommended by minnie so don’t mind me 🥰 gonna go read some of your works and report back! i’m loving what i see so far! and your theme is so pretty 😍

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inthelibrarybtw · 19 days ago

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i don't want to promise anything but I want to post ch3 of you're gonna go far so bad that I already started editing it so keep your eyes open

also ch3 is the last I had fully written down so let's see how it goes from here

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inthelibrarybtw · 19 days ago

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and you CLOCKED them

you're gonna go far | 02 - the country club

SERIES MASTERLIST pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader

summary: where Rafe who hates pogues has a soft spot for one, who couldn't care less about him, she's too independent and too focused on graduating college and making it out of the Cut to pay attention to him or where they say they don't like each other yet for a reason they are always at the same place at the same time, him making time for her and her never pushing him away but again they don't like each other. word count: 4.9k content: angst, cursing, jealousy, suggestive, kelce is an asshole, financial talk, pet names, mentions of anxiety authors note: I'm back, I have been writing a little of everything which has been anything but productive and also I have been reading a lot. AND i have a new au/fic in newberry for anyone who might be interested in 🙂‍↕️

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Two days after the boneyard party, you had to go back to your job in Figure 8. For better or worse, you spent a lot of time out of the Cut. For many Pogues, it was like that; the better-paid jobs were available there, so naturally, everyone went looking for work or worked in Figure 8. Over the years, you worked at different places: a bookstore, a coffee shop, babysitting, and waitressing at events. Waitressing at events was heaven and hell in one place: heaven because of the money you made and the good food you got to eat, but hell because of how exhausting and tedious it was to be surrounded by kooks who thought they were better than anyone just because they hosted the events or got invited to them.

Currently, you are working at a cute, fancy bistro catered to women. It is a relatively new place. You started working there four months ago, and in the first weeks, it was good, great even. But the good times were short-lived when you were faced with what could be the reincarnation of the devil, Ruthie Crawford, mostly known as Ruthie. At first, she didn’t care about you, and you couldn’t have been more grateful, but when she realized who you were friends with, everything went downhill, and your job began to suck a little bit more every time she walked through those doors, followed by her friends or, in the worst case of all, her mom. If people thought Ruthie was annoying, her mom was worse. Both of them made your job miserable; all the patience you thought you had was nonexistent, and you considered quitting, but the money was good, and most people were nice. Still, it wasn’t enough, so you had been looking for another job to quit and move on to the next.

You decided that this time around, you would find a job all on your own. The job at the bistro had been kindly proposed to you by Lily, an older woman you had met a year and a half ago at the other coffee shop where you used to work. She and her husband Richard, were regulars who loved to talk and liked to stop by on slow days, so you had time to chat with them. They quickly became your friends; they informed you about jobs around Figure 8, their events included, and the biggest thing they did to help you was let you know about the new scholarship program at the community college. That had helped you apply on time and finally start nursing school, just like you always wanted to. They had been heaven-sent, and you couldn’t be more grateful for them. Even if you knew they wouldn’t bat an eye if you asked for help, you felt self-conscious about it. You didn’t like the feeling of depending on someone else to do things; even if you knew their help came in good faith, you felt like you would owe them for life.

They had told you multiple times that you were like a granddaughter to them. The first time they said that, you completely broke down. Your grandparents had died when you were little, so you didn’t get enough time with them. For this couple in their 70s to tell you that… let’s just say it felt like a wound had been healed, and you finally got the chance to feel that type of love, even if they weren’t your family. They surely considered you part of theirs, which included your mom. They had also helped when you both had gone through a very difficult patch last year. This led your mother to be even more thankful for their presence in your life; they had been there when you most needed support and advice, and you seemed to consider them more when it came from them rather than your mom. It wasn’t that you didn’t care about your mom’s opinion, but sometimes she repeated it so much that you found it annoying, so when it came from someone external yet familiar like Lily and Richard, it resonated with you much more easily.

Though this time around you had listened to your mom, and while you were stubborn, you were out of ideas and almost out of patience. The bistro was driving your mental health down the drain; maybe not rapidly, but it was slowly taking your spark away and had made you cry more times than you liked to admit. Your mom had seen the change, so she suggested that you talk to Lily and Richard to see if they knew anything about a new job opening, since they usually knew everything going on in Figure 8, and surprisingly, also in The Cut. So that’s how you ended up at their house, knocking on their door while still wearing your bistro uniform.

“Oh, sweetie, what an amazing surprise!” Lily smiled as she opened the door to greet you, letting you into their home. It was crazy how familiar it felt to be there. “Richard! Look who came to visit us!” she said with the warmest smile ever.

She never failed to make you feel welcome. With them, you didn’t feel like an intruder in Figure 8; they had never made you feel less than or made you doubt yourself. They knew your story and were proud of how far you had come on your own, which is why they were more than happy to help you. Sometimes you felt like you were abusing their trust and kindness, but they had reassured you multiple times that they were more than happy to help with whatever they could. They settled on helping you find jobs and checking in on you and your mom periodically by inviting the two of you for dinner at times. Even if they had wanted to do more, you didn’t let them.

As you walked in, you heard Richard's voice, "Well, hello, you!" He smiled as soon as you entered his line of sight. "What brings you here today? More of Lily’s food? Because I can't blame you if you do," he chuckled.

"Hi Richard, I was just around and decided to stop by," you smiled, feeling like the worst person. It’s okay to ask for help, you kept repeating to yourself. Lily noticed your uneasiness but didn’t press you to talk; she knew better.

"Why don’t you sit here?" she pointed to the kitchen island. "I was waiting for some cookies to cool down. You can help me decorate them; God knows Richard won't do it."

"I can help eat them," he pointed out while walking to the couch. Their kitchen had a little sitting area. "So, tell us what brings you around?" you silently sighed, grabbing a piping bag to help Lily decorate the cookies.

"Richard, shut it! She can come by for no reason if she wants. She’s always welcome," Lily said, putting icing on the cookies and smiling at you.

"No, I didn't mean it like that. You know that, right?" Richard was used to Lily's attitude. You chuckled and nodded. For a while, you kept quiet, indulging in the conversation, finding the courage to speak up and ask for their help.

"So, how’s work?" Lily asked gently to see if you would tell her the truth. She knew you didn’t like it. You hadn’t told her anything, but she knew. She had been around a couple of times to visit you while you were working, and she had noticed the low energy and annoyance you showed at times. You had never been good at hiding your emotions; maybe you didn’t talk, but your face certainly did.

"Uh, it’s good, yeah," you tried to sound convincing, dodging her gaze. They exchanged a look; Lily had shared her suspicions with Richard, and they had already been looking for new job openings. They knew you wanted to work at the Country Club; that’s where tips were better since it was the number one hangout spot for kooks. At the spa, the restaurant, the golf course, the tennis courts, the pool, and so many more amenities that apparently they couldn’t live without.

“So, there’s no chance you would like to change jobs?” Richard asks as he continues scrolling through his phone. You stare at him, trying to decipher why he would say that. Could he read your mind?

“Oh…” is the only thing that comes out of your mouth. Lily turns to look at you, lifting one eyebrow.

“Don’t worry, sweetie; if you’re happy where you are, don’t let us push you to do something you don’t want to.” You didn’t notice, but Lily mouthed “you’ll see” to Richard.

“I wouldn’t mind knowing. I—” You pause for a second. “If it’s not for me, maybe I know someone who might need it.” You try to make it sound as though you weren’t desperate to have the job yourself.

“It’s at the Country Club as a beverage cart girl; it has great pay, and tips can be good too. With your skills, we’re sure you wouldn’t have any problems with that, but if it’s not for you, please let us know of someone who might be interested,” Lily kept explaining. “I’ll admit it can be a little tedious since you have to be on a cart all day around the golf course.” Your eyes light up—beverage cart girl; it was a tough job, but it was also fun, and the tips. The tips couldn’t be just good; they were amazing.

“I want it, if it’s okay,” you admit quietly, unable to shake the feeling of guilt. Lily had gotten you the job at the bistro, and you felt as if you were betraying her. But you weren’t, and they would never think you were using them for this because you weren’t; this had been your last option.

Lily smiled kindly. “Well, that’s terrific, right, Richard?”

“Of course it is! Now we’re going to see you more,” he says warmly, and you relax. They always meant well; you mentally slapped yourself for feeling guilty or ashamed.

“They want you there on Wednesday so they can train you.” You nodded at Lily and spent the rest of the afternoon with them.

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The next day, you told your manager you were quitting. She didn’t seem surprised at all. She had been waiting for it, and if you didn’t quit, she was going to fire you. Not because you were bad at your job, but because she had noticed how miserable you had become over time, and she didn’t want that for you.

“Be free, little bird,” she joked with you.

“Thank you for everything.”

“No, thank you for enduring way more than you signed up for.”

“Sadly, it’s part of the job.”

“It shouldn’t be. Now come on, get out of here. Don’t spend another minute here.”

“Are you sure? I can still work today.”

“No, no, you’ve done enough already. I’ll deposit your last payment at the end of the week.”

“Thank you, Allie.”

You said your goodbyes, and by 9 AM, you didn’t have anything else to do. You grabbed your bike and went back home to change out of your uniform, and then you left for Heywards. At least there, you knew you could make a bit of money and keep yourself entertained for the day.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” he said while picking up a box.

“Hi to you too, Pope, and no, I just quit.”

“Quit? You quit?” he asked incredulously.

“I have another job lined up already, and you know I was over the bistro.”

“Oh, I know, but I never thought you would quit… Wait, another job? Where?”

“Country Club, bev cart girl,” you said, walking up to him and helping him get the boxes inside.

“Well, good luck.”

“Don’t say it like I’m going to war.”

“You might as well be. The Country Club is like going to war.”

“And how would you know?” You knitted your brows together.

“Don’t give me that look; you know I hate putting a foot anywhere near that place after Rafe and Topper jumped on me and JJ last summer,” you sighed at the memory.

“I doubt I’m going to get jumped.”

“No, you won’t, but you still need to be careful.”

“I will be.”

You didn’t talk more about it; you continued discussing school, summer plans, and you went with him to make some deliveries around the island.

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During the next days after the Boneyard party, Rafe had been in a sour mood; he had been snapping at anyone. Sarah was so fed up with his tantrums that she even went out of her way to talk to Topper, hoping he could help or take Rafe out of the house because she couldn’t stand another second of his whining.

So on Friday, Topper and Kelce dragged Rafe out of the house to the Country Club, hoping he would stop being in that awful mood. Topper didn’t think much of it because Rafe's bad moods usually came from Ward, so he assumed his dad and he had some sort of fight. Wrong—everything was reminding him of you, and he tried really hard to ignore what he was feeling and all the awful things he had said to you, but his subconscious was torturing him by replaying the moment and your face. Fuck, your face… Golfing with or without his friends usually helped him get his mind off things, but this time it didn’t work. He was quieter than usual and not very into the game. He was attempting (and failing) to play, which only made him grow even more frustrated than he originally was. As if nothing could make things worse, he saw you driving around in a cart. Why were you there?

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he muttered to himself.

One thing that didn’t cross your mind when you accepted the job was the fact that Rafe liked golf and spent a lot of time at the Country Club, perhaps because you didn’t know he liked golf or anything else about him beyond being an annoying asshole who had hurt your feelings a week ago. It had been two days since you started working there, and until that point, you hadn’t thought about Rafe until you saw him. You cursed mentally; of course, you would be the one to have to serve him since it was a rule to stop every time you saw a group of golfers, just in case they needed something. You parked the cart and saw how Topper and Kelce approached first, with Rafe following behind, keeping his distance.

This was your first day out of training. Two days of training had been enough since there was not much to learn; the drinks were easy, and you had a menu that told you exactly what and how much to put in each. You put on a fake smile and prepared yourself for whatever this interaction was going to be like.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t our favorite bev cart girl?” Kelce said, his voice dripping with something that made you feel uncomfortable.

“This is the first time you’re seeing me around,” you stated as you got out of the cart. The glances Kelce was giving you made you feel uneasy, but you tried to ignore him as best you could.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t mean we haven’t heard from you.” Topper was staring at you, not intentionally, but he was. He wasn’t going to lie; you were very pretty, easy on the eyes. Rafe noticed the way they were looking at you, and he wasn’t amused.

“Shut it, both of you,” he snapped at them. Topper finally looked away, noting Rafe’s mood had worsened. Sarah hadn’t been lying; Topper thought.

“Uh… anything you guys want?” you asked, focusing again on why you had stopped and not them for a moment.

“Oh, we definitely want something,” Kelce said, his tone dripping with suggestiveness. You stood near the cart, allowing yourself to put some distance between them, Kelce more specifically.

“Got something planned after your shift?” Topper rolled his eyes at Kelce's flirting attempts, while Rafe tensed up a little more, seeing you awkwardly smile, trying to avoid whatever Kelce was attempting.

“Back off, idiot. You’re making her uncomfortable,” Rafe spoke up, his tone firm and with a hint of warning. You looked at him for a second. The whiplash you would get from Rafe messed with you. You would like to thank him for stepping in, but you were still angry at him, and, much to your dislike, you had cried after the Boneyard when you were back home.

“What’s up with you, man? Can’t a guy just flirt with the pretty bev cart girl? I'm not doing any harm, am I?” Kelce said with a hint of arrogance. You would’ve slapped his face right there, but you were working, and if you did, you would be fired. You were most certainly not going to lose this job.

“Since you guys don’t need anything, I have to go back to my rounds,” you said, ignoring everything Kelce had said and walking back to the driver's seat. Much to your dismay, you felt a hand grabbing your arm—Kelce’s hand.

“Wait—don’t leave just yet. We’re having a nice little conversation, aren’t we? Can’t we have a little fun?” Kelce grinned, while Topper just stood there, unsure if he should intervene. He was gauging Rafe’s reaction and what Kelce might try to do.

“Let go,” you said, your tone firm. Your heart raced; you felt cornered, and that made your anxiety show up.

“Aw, don’t be like that. I just want to talk,” he kept a grip on your arm, unwilling to let go.

“You don’t need your hands to talk, so let go.” You pulled your arm back, but his grip was unwavering.

“Feisty, I like that.” His eyes roamed shamelessly over your body, and you felt extremely disgusted by him. If only you weren’t working, which was a bullshit excuse. Being members didn’t give them the right to treat you like this.

“I really need to go, unless you guys want drinks.” You kept trying to steer the conversation back to the original reason for your stop.

"How about we start with your number?" Kelce said, Topper widening his eyes in shock, and Rafe clenched his jaw even tighter. How much longer would his friend push you? And how much longer until he broke?

"Jesus, Kelce, stop." Topper looked at him and put a hand on his shoulder. He felt the tension in the air, and either he stopped him, or he knew Rafe was going to do something much worse. The grip on your arm loosened a bit when he turned to Topper, but then he looked back at you.

"Come on, pretty face, just give me your number; it won't hurt." Your heart raced, but you weren't going to let him keep running his mouth.

"I'm letting this go just because I'm on my shift and it's the first time. But if you try this again, I'm sure my supervisor would love to know how members of the club are harassing a cart girl," you said, feeling like the world was closing in on you.

Topper's eyebrow shot up to his forehead, lips slightly parted. He was ready to intervene if he had to, but he surely didn't need to do that now. Kelce froze; he didn't expect you to answer the way you did. Rafe was silently pleased, and at least he knew it wasn't just him that you were a demon with. You were feisty, and he liked it.

"Okay, man, that's it." Topper said to Kelce, who clearly was still processing what had just happened. Kelce was about to take a step forward as if to do something, but Topper yanked him back. "You heard her." Kelce huffed, annoyed, but didn't try anything again.

The moment there was more than enough space between you and Kelce, you felt a bit of relief wash over you, even if you still weren't fully relaxed. You gave Topper a small smile that made Rafe roll his eyes. You didn't notice that since you were already turning to get back into the cart.

"If you need anything, I'll be around." You didn't want to be near them for another second. You glanced at Rafe before leaving; his gaze was filled with something you couldn't understand, nor did you want to think about. You didn't give them a chance to answer back, and you drove away.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" Rafe finally spoke up, pushing Kelce back a little too hard. "Think you're funny?"

“Jeez, calm down. It was all in good faith,” Kelce smirked. Topper shook his head and intervened before it could escalate into something more.

“Kelce… you’ve done enough. Didn’t you have dinner to get ready for?” Topper was searching for excuses to kick his friend out before Rafe could beat him up. Kelce huffed, but Topper was right; he had dinner, so he left.

After he left, Topper turned his attention back to Rafe. “Hey, man, you okay?” He was genuinely trying to be a good friend, while Rafe was seething, still angry about everything that had just happened.

“Just peachy.” The image of Kelce grabbing you, your face… damn it, your face, the stress, and maybe even fear—why didn’t he do something? He cared for you, yet he didn’t act. He was even angrier with himself, as if the Boneyard hadn’t been enough torture.

“Come on, let’s play; it'll help,” he nodded. Yes, golf should help, but it didn’t. He kept looking back at where you had driven away. After what felt like an eternity, you showed up again. You were surprised they were still playing. But more surprising was that it was just them; you still looked around for the other set of clubs, but there were none. Kelce had left. Good.

“I hate this game,” Rafe muttered under his breath after hitting the ball with more force than necessary. He was so lost in his head that he hadn’t noticed when you arrived until you spoke.

“Hey,” you announced, catching him off guard.

“Hey.” His face was serious, even angry, but his tone softened when he realized it was you.

“Do you guys need anything? Snacks, water, ice?” Your cold tone only made him feel even guiltier. This time, you didn’t even try to smile.

“No, we’re good for now.” Until that moment, he hadn’t noticed your uniform; it suited you perfectly. The color and everything accentuated your body in ways he found enticing and infuriating. He shook his head. “But you could stick around for a bit.” Topper looked at him, confused and curious about the change in demeanor since you’d shown up. He was trying to make up for what had happened at the party and with Kelce without directly addressing the issues.

“I—” You had been caught off guard, but you recovered quickly. “I can’t; there are other golfers who might need something, and I’m still working.”

Rafe seemed disappointed. He knows you have to work, but he doesn’t want you to go. Topper catches the way his shoulder slightly slumps and decides to intervene. “Not even a five-minute break? I bet it can be tiring working in this heat and serving a lot of people.” He is not wrong, but still, you can’t.

“I can’t. I have scheduled breaks, and that’s in an hour… unless you guys buy something from the cart, I can’t stay.”

“How about a refill on golf balls? I lost some already, and I’m running low.” He has a slight smirk on his face, trying his best to loosen you up. He’s lying; he never loses a golf ball, but it was the first excuse that came to mind, and it was believable.

“I’m not the girl for that,” you admit with a serious face, “but I know someone who can help.”

“Can’t you make an exception? We won’t snitch,” he smirks at you. What is he trying to do? You want to wipe that smirk off his face.

“I don’t know… I could, but only if I get a good tip.” You shrug. You could do it; yes, it wasn’t something you would normally do, but in your training, they had told you that even if it wasn’t part of your job description, you had to learn in case of a staff emergency. This was far from that, and you were still annoyed with everything related to him, so you were going to try everything to make him back off.

“You’ve got yourself a deal,” he agreed almost immediately. You had said that so he could stop asking, but it had caused the opposite reaction. You sighed, giving up; at least you were going to get money out of this.

“I’ll be back then… how many do you need?”

“I’ll take three.” His smirk was still plastered on his face. Topper looked between the two of you and tried to suppress a smile at the palpable attraction between you, or rather, the attraction Rafe had for you. Topper took note of the sudden change in his mood.

“Okay, Topper, do you need anything?” you asked politely.

“No, no, I’m fine, thanks,” he replied, to which you nodded once and walked away, saying quietly, “I’ll be back,” leaving the cart there and making your way to pick up the three golf balls. Once you were out of earshot, Topper turned to Rafe and grinned widely.

“So you like her?” he chuckled.

“Shut up, man,” Rafe said, glaring back at Topper.

“I’m asking for real; you’re almost drooling.” He knew it was true; he wasn’t going to admit it, but he recognized that you had some kind of power over him, even if it was just by being there.

“You’re being insane.”

“Oh, I'm insane? When have you ever been like this? You’re trying too hard to get on her good side. I really never thought I’d see the day—Rafe Cameron pining over a girl who, by the way, doesn’t seem to like you.” Rafe felt exposed by what Topper was saying, so he tried to cover it up.

“It’s not like that; she’s just… nice to look at.” Yeah, that wasn’t going to help; in fact, it was just going to make things worse. Fortunately for him, before Topper could keep poking him, you showed up again.

You walked back with the three golf balls in your hand. “You better tip me well; I went out of my way for these three balls.” You handed them to him gently; he was a member, so you had to be nice.

“Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll tip you well,” he smirked. He didn’t intend to sound so flirty, but it came out so naturally. Topper had to stifle a laugh; it was too funny to see Rafe like this.

“Are you guys really sure you don’t want or need anything from the cart? Snacks? Water? Shots?” You ignored his comment and asked again, getting a little annoyed.

“I’m really okay, thanks,” Topper answered.

“You guys make my job harder,” you admitted to both of them.

“Well, maybe we like making things hard for you,” Rafe teased back, and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, I see that. You sent me for golf balls when I’m a bev cart girl. Bev, in case you didn’t know, means beverage.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Maybe I just wanted to see you walk away in that outfit.” He was straight-up flirting with you, which annoyed you even more. Acting as if nothing had happened, who did he think he was? “Besides, I’m sure you have some way I can reward you for all this good service.” His smirk remained unfaltering.

“I accept cash right now,” you said with a knowing smile, putting your hand out. You would never ask for tips, but it was Rafe; he had been an asshole, his friend had basically harassed you, and he made you bring him stupid golf balls. A little money was nothing; you were pretty sure he wasn’t even going to miss it.

“Ah, ever the businesswoman,” he chuckled. “Fine.” He pulled out his wallet, took out a twenty-dollar bill, and placed it in your hand. The brief contact sent a jolt down his spine.

“Just that?” you pushed. “I think I deserve more for all the emotional damage I had to endure.” You raised a brow at him, and he huffed.

“Emotional damage? Are you—” he trailed off, holding his words back. He could tell you were already angry. From the Boneyard party, he knew better than to push you further. So, because he felt awful, he let it go. “Fine.” He pulled out another twenty-dollar bill. “Are you happy now?” He rolled his eyes.

“Very,” you faked a smile. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, there are people who won’t waste my time and will tip me without me having to ask.” You rolled your eyes, walking back to your cart and driving away.

“Fuck…” he muttered to himself.

“Rafe, my man, you’ve got it bad,” Topper said, grabbing Rafe’s shoulders and shaking him. “Also, what did you do to that girl? It was like she was shooting daggers at you.”

“Shut up, will you?” He shook his head. “Let’s finish this game; I can still beat you.”

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