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after lecture punishment
pairing: professor!rafe x reader warnings: sir kink, spanking, fingering, edging, praising, 18+ mdni
word count: 1.6k request: Hiiii! Can you write something with Professor!Rafe? Like where reader can't focus in class because of how sexy he is/ starts failing so he keeps her after class or something like that lol <3333
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âFuckâ you muttered to yourself, staring at your test result, the bright red ink that marked the paper with a âD-â.Â
When you first started the second semester of your junior year, you never thought in a million years that you would score anything lower than a âBâ. You passed your previous classes with flying colors, but it looks like this class alone would be the one to damage your track record. If you were being honest, itâs not that you didnât study or try hard enough, it was your lack of attention span. Your attention was focused on something else during lectures, or should you say someone.Â
That someone is none other than the man teaching your class, Professor Cameron. You couldnât help it, youâve always had a thing for older men and it didnât help that he was the sexiest man youâve ever seen. You were so engrossed with him, that you even noticed he wasnât married, there wasnât a ring adorning his left ring finger.Â
You were disrupted from your thoughts when you heard rustling around you, looking to see your classmates packing their belongings into their bags. You shove your test into your binder, standing up as you gather your items. Your feet carried you towards the door, passing Professor Cameronâs desk before you felt a hand brush against your arm as he called out your name, following with âCould you walk with me to my office? I have a few things to discuss with youâ. You watched as your classmates dispersed out of the room before turning your head, looking at him, and nodding.
You walked behind him, following him like a lost puppy as he led the way to his office. His name plaque mounted near his office door, glinting from the lighting, catches your eye. He twists the doorknob, opens the door, and steps aside to let you in, his eyes shamelessly glued to how your hips swayed as you walked in. He follows behind you, shutting the door, and gesturing for you to sit at the chair in front of his desk.Â
âI couldnât help but look at your transcript and noticed youâre an honor student, is that right?â, Professor Cameron leans back against his desk, standing in front of you, crossing his arms over his chest, his biceps bulging against the sleeves of his white button-up. âUh, yes, sirâ you mutter, feeling yourself fidget with your skirt. His eyes fixate on your skirt before he clears his throat, âYour grades for the past few semesters are impressive but coming into this class, I have yet to see the honor student in youâ.
âYou do understand that your grade in this class is on the verge of failing, correct?â he questions, to which you sheepishly nod, âIs there something going on outside of class affecting your learning?â. You nervously bounce your leg up and down, âNo, sir. Iâve just been distracted, thatâs allâ. Professor Cameronâs face turns into a look of amusement, âDistracted? Whatâs makinâ a smart girl like you distracted?â.
Your face flushes with embarrassment, âItâs nothingâ, you mumble, watching as Professor Cameron rolls his sleeves up, his hands moving behind him, settling on his desk, âNothinâ? If it was nothinâ, you wouldnât be on the verge of failing my class. Iâve been watching you during my lectures, youâre a good girl. You wouldnât lie, would you?â.Â
âN-noâ, you lied, stuttering as he observed your face, taking in your reaction, as if he was trying to detect if you were lying. He lets out a âtskâ, standing up and pinching your elbow between his fingers, pulling you out of the chair and into his chest. âThought a smart girl like you would know better about lyingâ he shakes his head, âI canât help you with your grade unless you tell me whatâs been distracting you. That, or Iâll have to get it out of you, itâs your choice, sweetheartâ.Â
When you donât give him an answer, he pushes you against his desk, forcing you to bend over. He grabs your hands, pinning them onto the top of his desk with one hand. His voice is gruff, âAlright, you made your choice, guess Iâll have to get it out of youâ. His rough, large hand pushes your skirt up your hips, revealing your thong and your heart is pounding in your chest, anticipating his next move.Â
His hand runs along the curve of your ass, kneading at the flesh before he pulls his hand back and delivers a sharp smack. You yelp at the contact, squirming to get your wrists out of his hold, and it only makes him bring his hand down again, the sound echoing in his office. His signet ring catches against your skin with each smack heâs given. âRemember, you made your choice. You could be a good girl and tell me whatâs been distracting that pretty little head of yours and Iâll stopâŚor, you donât and Iâll have to keep punishing youâ he warns, reminding you with another smack to your reddening ass.Â
He releases his grip on your wrists, âKeep them on the deskâ his voice was stern, giving you no room for argument. Rafeâs hands cup the globe of your ass, spreading your cheeks apart, âThen againâŚI think youâre enjoying thisâ he chuckles to himself, his eyes locked on your arousal staining a wet patch onto your thong. He hooks his finger into your thong, tugging it to the side, your glistening cunt on display for him.
A gasp can be heard from you the second you feel his spit running along your folds before he spreads it across your lips, his signet ring-clad finger prodding at your hole. âAs long as you tell me, Iâm more than willing to help you with anything you needâ, his words indicating he wasnât talking about your grades.
His thick digit pushes into you, your warm, wet walls sucking him in and he canât help but groan at how tight you feel around his finger. âSo fuckinâ tight, gonna have to stretch you outâ his words ringing in your ears as he adds another finger, slowly pumping them in and out. You scoot yourself back, trying to stand up but heâs quick to press his palm on your lower back, holding you there as his fingers move faster. You moan at the delicious sensation of the coolness his signet ring creates as it bumps at your clit with each thrust of his fingers.
Your slick coats his fingers, practically soaking them, filling his office with the wet, squelching sounds of his fingers brutally thrusting into you. âCanât have you gettinâ too loud on me, sweetheartâ, his hand reaches around, and clamps down on your mouth, muffling your moans of pleasure when he curls his fingers, hitting at your g-spot. He removes his hand from your mouth, snaking it between your legs to rub at your clit. He can sense youâre close, your inner walls contracting, and gripping his fingers.Â
You whine out in frustration when you feel his fingers slowing down. Rafe pushes himself forward until his chest is flush against your back, his weight pressing you further onto his desk, âWanna know what I think?â his warm breath tickles your ear. âI think your pretty little head is distracted and full of filthy thoughtsâ, his thumb slowly circled at your clit, âFilthy thoughts of meâ.Â
You shake your head, not trusting your voice, âNo? So you donât press your thighs together, trying to relieve the throbbing need for me when you see me? You donât think about being bent over my desk like you are right now?â. He doesnât miss the way you clench around his fingers at his words, âSâokay to admit itâ, he coos, his fingers picking back their speed while his thumb circling on your clit faster.Â
âP-Please, sirâ, you stutter, your hand moving to hold onto his arm between your legs as youâre on the brink of an orgasm, the same orgasm that he ripped away from you. âPlease what?â, he taunts, âPlease let me cumâ, you plead, tears welling in your eyes. His fingers slowed their movement, edging you once again, âNo can do. Youâre a smart girl, you know what I want to hearâ.
âCâmon, sweetheart, just tell me whatâs been distracting you in my class and Iâll let you cum, yeah?â He mutters, already knowing the source of your distraction but wanting to hear you admit it. âBe a good girl and Iâll have you makinâ a mess on my fingers in seconds, I promiseâ He adds.Â
âYouâve been distracting meâ You hiccup as you admit what heâs been wanting to know. âYeah? How?â He taunts, his fingers relentlessly pumping in and out of your cunt with ease, curving his fingers, repeatedly thumping at your g-spot, âBeen distracting you so much that little head of yours canât think of anything except the thought of me bending you over, stuffing you full of my cock?â.Â
âYesâ you lazily nod, your head feeling dizzy and your response is good enough for him, âGo on, cream all over my fingersâ. Your cunt flutters around his fingers, legs trembling, almost giving out as you come undone all over his fingers. âGood girl, see, that wasnât so hardâ He praises, slowly moving his fingers, helping you come down from your high. He withdraws his fingers from you, pulling them into his mouth, sucking them clean, âFuckâŚbeen wanting to know what that sweet cunt tasted likeâ
You shakily stand up, smoothing out your skirt to fix your appearance when Rafe pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head up to look at him, âFrom now on, I want you to be under my mentorship, alright?â he mumbles, his thumb brushing at your bottom lip, the corner of his lip twitching upwards at your response, âYes sirâ.
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i swear professor!rafe has me in a chokehold!! i need more..
how about him having to grade the classes paper and meanwhile she sits on his dick, cockwarming him and occasionally moving. so when he gets to her paper and gives it an A he starts fucking up into her and they end up with her sitting on the desk and him pounding her while some cum literally lands on the paperđŠđ
So sorry for not writing your request earlier but I am currently in my last year of High School and itâs really exhaustingâŚStill hope you like itđ
Cockwarming
Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Sex, Professor and Student, Not proof-read, English is not my first language
Pairing: Professor!Rafe x Fem!Reader
You loved sitting on Rafe's lap while he corrected all kinds of papers. It made you feel safe. And sometimes, he even let you sit on his dick while he did so. It was your favorite thing to do, cockwarming him while he was working.
You fiddled with your fingers, looking around the room as you slowly started to get bored, "When can we leave?"
"Don't get all whiny now, I am nearly done," Rafe mumbled, focusing on the paper in front of him, his cock deep inside you.
You let out a little huff, adjusting your position.
After another few minutes, Rafe spoke up, "Look who's paper this is."
You gave him a small smile, looking at your name scribbled down in the right corner, watching Rafe closely as he corrected your paper.
He gave you a small kiss before he gave you an A.
You were proud of yourself. It wasn't easy to get A's when Rafe was your teacher.
"I think you deserve a little reward," Rafe smirked before he started to move you up and down his dick.
"Mmmm, so good." You let out a small whimper.
He grabbed you by the hips and placed you on his desk, on top of your paper.
The next thing you knew, he shoved his cock deep into your pussy once again.
"Please more," You moaned.
Rafe started pounding into you so hard that the desk started to move forward every time he thrust in.
He grabbed your hair, pulling your head back as he kept sliding in and out of you.
You could feel how your orgasm started to build up. You wanted nothing more than to come right on Rafe's desk once again.
"I'm so closeâdon't stop." You bit down on your lower lip.
"Come with me, baby." Rafe groaned.
With one final thrust, he pushed you over the edge.
You couldn't stop yourself from calling out his name as he pumped you full of his cum.
Once the two of you came down from your highs, he pulled out of you, looking down at the small amount of cum on your work.
"Well, I think this paper definitely deserves an A." Rafe gave you one of his cocky smirks.
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â ď¸warnings contain spoilers â ď¸
Stalker!Rafe, Perv!Rafe, reader is Rafeâs friendâs sister, swearing, Rafe is a perv, age gap, public masterbation, fantasies about the reader, blood, mentions of murder, mentions of gun violence, mentions of general violence, suicide attempt, Rafe goes through her phone, peeping Tom, steals nude pictures, watches the reader masterbate, praise, Rafeâs POV
đ College Professor Rafe Cameron has been dating you for months. You just donât know it yet.đ
đŞ I smile when you look over your shoulder, the light pouring in from outside the lecture shining on you like a beacon. A fuckinâ angel on earth. My girl. đŞ
đŞHello, You.đŞ
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Rafeâs POV:
âOh, shit.â I look out on the lecture hall, crammed wall to wallâmostly old birds and a few young professors sprinkled amongst the AARP members. Jesus Christ. I match the eyes of one of my old lecturers from my time here. She gives me a little smile, and I nod, making a blush creep across her wrinkled cheeks before the lights fall low.
Do I deserve my name on a plaque on an office door at this fine university? Absolutely fucking not. But I paid for the building after all⌠American History; all first-years. You canât mess that shit up.
I relax into the wall a bit, accepting my fate, lifting my coffee to my lips, taking a sip. âR.â I hear a familiar voice. A couple of heads turn toward me, leading me to a familiar face. I smile and chuckle as I shuffle toward the aisle, scooching through the crowd.
âHey, man,â I greet him, shaking his hand before slipping my leather bag off my shoulders, taking a seat.
âR.C.,â he breathes, surprised to see me here, happy nonetheless.
âZachary.â
âGuess they're hiring anyone these days,â he taunts, jabbing me in the side playfully, making me snort out a lazy laugh. I canât lie; Iâm happy to see him here. One friend is plenty. The guy is a fuckinâ nerd, but heâs a good person. âPretty sure we both had class in this lecture hall,â he sighs blissfully, recalling a simpler time.
âYeah, man. I think we did⌠How long have you been workinâ here for?â I ask between sips of coffee.
âTen years.â
âJesus, man,â I huff. We've been outta school for that long, huh?
âNah, buddy,â he groans. âLonger. Started working here right after graduation. Been workinâ my way up the ladder ever since.â
âThatâs great,â I nod, watching our Dean of Students strut across the hall's main floor. âYou like it here?â
âLove it,â he smiles. âWhy are you here?â Zach furrows his brows, asking the question he wanted to ask from the beginning. Itâs no secret I got money to spare. Thereâs gotta be some reason Iâm here. Iâm sure heâs curious.
âI got bored. Thought Iâd go back to school; just did it casually. Nâhere I am.â
âHere you are,â he echos through a weak laugh. âI mean, you own the place at this point. Huh?â Zach wiggles his eyebrows teasingly.
âAlmost,â I chuckle, fully aware that the Cameron Library and The Cameron School of Business makes this current faculty position a little absurd.
âGlad to have you here. Truly,â he adds earnestly.
âGood to be here, man,â I smile as I relax into my seat a little more, getting ready for a day of gettinâ talked at, Iâm sure. Zach adjusts in his seat, pulling his phone out of his slacks, thumbing over his messages.
Sis: Did you want anything to eat?
Zach: Nah. Iâm fine.
Sis: Sounds good. Black coffee, two creams, two sugars?
Zach: Please and thank you.
âSoâŚâ I ask, my curiosity piqued. âDo you have any family here? You married or what-â I question, trying to be as calm as possible.
âNah⌠Not really the marriage type. Family, yeah, my sister goes here now.â
âNo shit?â I ask, trying not to be too interested, but I canât help but catch his lock screen. Him and an absolutely stunning woman posed next to each other in front of the Golden Pavilion in Kyoto. They werenât cuddled up with each other, just smiling⌠That smile. I run my hands down my shirt, smoothing out any wrinkles, raking my fingers through my hair, pushing it back slightly. Please be her.
âSheâs a Kappa Girl.â
âNot a Kappa Girl,â I taunt through an exaggerated groan. He scoffs and rolls his eyes away. If it was anything like it was back in the day that house in nothinâ short of a brothel.
âShe isnât like that, Cameron,â he drones. âShe doesnât even live at the house. Sheâs got good grades. Like good good. Fuckinâ great actuallyâabove a 4.0. They recruited her. The Kappas took some heat after gettinâ in trouble a few too many times. They were gonna lose their charter, so they switched from a social sorority to one based in education. Fuckinâ nerds,â he adds, making me chuckle, dissing her just like I had dissed him just a few short minutes before.
âRuns in the family. Huh?â
âFuck off,â he snickers. Zach hangs his head low, pitching the bridge of his nose as he lets out an exhausted sigh.
âYou good?â
He nods and yawns, eyes set on the speaker up front. âThese old bitches can go fuckinâ hard. We went to Lord Fletcherâs last night. Janice over there can drink you under the table⌠Six advils today already. Y/n is cominâ over with a coffee for me. Thank god. Iâm hurtinâ over here,â he groans, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
Zachâs eyes brighten as he looks toward the lecture steps. I feel my heart racing in my chest, my palms sweating, almost too nervous to look. I mean, that could have been his ex-girlfriend. But what if itâs the best-case scenario? What if itâs her? What if sheâs you, princess? I turn my attention to the end of the aisle, watching that same girl shuffle along the line of people, clutching coffees, doing her best not to spill.
Fuck me.
My eyes travel up your body, your bare legs on full display, making my stomach fill with butterflies. You lean in, your sweet perfume amplified by the warmth of your flawless body from the late August heat. The second the coffee leaves your hand, Iâm trying to get your attention on me. âIâm Rafe,â I smile, extending my hand toward you.
You juggle your books and your own coffee in your hands clumsily, extending a hand as well, making me instantly feel bad for putting you through the hassle, but the contact is worth itâ soft and smooth, a firm grip on mine. You bat your long lashes at me. I canât tell if youâre just trying to get a better look in the dim light or if you like what you see, but my heart is racing regardless.
âItâs nice to meet you, Rafe,â you reply, talking directly to me⌠âSee you at home,â you whisper to Zach, who gives you a little wave as he swipes through his phone again. I smile when you look over your shoulder, the light pouring in from outside the lecture shining on you like a beacon. A fuckinâ angel on earth. My girl.
Hello, you.
Itâs been sixty-seven days since we metâsixty-seven beautiful days of studying my favorite subject. Youâre lovely, princess. Everything about you is. Even the little things you do out of habit. The way you tuck your hair behind your ear when youâre stressed, lips pursed, eyes wide. I know every look, every smile, taking each beautiful change of your face into memory. I can read you like a book.
I wanted it to be natural. How blatantly obvious would it be if I rushed into rekindling a friendship with your brother just to rush into a relationship with you? I had to ease in. Infiltrate the family; make myself a staple in your home so I could learn more about you.
Thereâs no one else better suited for you than me, baby. There is no one that will anticipate your needs like I can. Take care of you like I will. Iâm going to make my move⌠I just need a little more time. I donât want to lose the part of you that I get to see when you donât know Iâm watching.
I tilt back, relaxing into the doorframe of Zachâs office as I wait for you to stop by with his lunch. Youâre so sweet. I know youâre cuttinâ it close with youâre next class. Fuck, my girlâs thoughtful. I smile to myself, lowering my head to not bring too much attention to myself.
âWhoâs got you smilinâ like that, buddy?â
Shit. I look down at the phone, thumbing out of your Instagram, moving to Tinder. âUh, I just matched with that bartender at Lord Fletchers. I think,â I mumble, giving him a slight smile.
âJuliette?â He asks surprisedly. âIsnât she datinâ the head football coach?â
My stomach sinks, caught in a simple, stupid lie. âNah, not her. A different one. I donât know,â I brush him off, furthering my disinterest by pretending to swipe through some more.
Oh, shit. Here you come. I lift my eyes, matching yours. Your smile doubles as I catch your attention. âHi, Rafe,â you sing. My name rolling off your lips so sweetly. Oh my god.
âHi, y/n,â I respond warmly. Your hand snakes around my waist, squeezing me. âYou ready for that test tomorrow?â
You sucks your teeth and shake your head. âNot ready enough to go on a date tonight, I donât think. But I havenât gone out in so long⌠I think it would be good for me to give my brain a rest the night before, donât you?â You ask as your stunning eyes soften on mine, looking up at me for approval as I try my best not to fall apart in front of you or, at the very least, lose my shit. How did I miss this?
âIâm sure youâll be fine,â I press the words past my lips. You smile and nod before setting the food down on the desk. âWell, I gotta run-â
âSee you tonight?â I add hastily, trying to get more info about your plans just in case.
âWe got that intramural basketball game tonight,â Zach reminds me, making my palms sweat just knowing that if the date is early enough, I wonât be able to tag along or intervene.
âChett said 9 PM at Little Angieâs.â
âChett? As in Chett Ryan?â I ask in disbelief as you mention the star quarterback. A good-looking dude, but heâs a fucking idiot and a Grade-A asshole. Youâre way too good for him. He doesnât deserve you. Doesnât even deserve to breathe your air-
âYeah,â you answer through a smile, yanking me out of my thoughts.
âWell, Iâm goinâ to Lexiâs house, so you and Chett will have the place to yourselves if you wanna come back after the bar,â Zach chimes in. My body trembles with rage, holding back every urge to crawl over the top of his desk and choke him out for even suggesting it.
âItâs our first date, so I donât know if thatâll happen but thank you,â you smiles giddily, making me physically ill. âShit,â you hiss, your attention pulled to your watch, clocking the time. âIâm gonna be late. Iâll see you tomorrow, Rafe, for the test,â you add breathlessly as you race away, fleeing for class.
âYou proctoring tests now?â Zach laughs lightly, furrowing his brows.
âAh, yeah,â I whirr, scratching at my 5 oâclock shadow, trying to find an excuse while also trying to gather my emotions as my whole world crumbles around me. âI-I owed Steve a favor for covering my class last week,â I stutter, confessing half the truth. Sure, Steve subbed for me, but only so I could follow y/n on her trip to Georgia Tech for the football game to ensure she was safe⌠Zach should be thanking me, honestly. Fuck off. The football game⌠I bite at the skin on my lip, putting together the pieces of why you had even gone in the first place. For him. For Chett⌠No, baby. Why?
âCameron?â Zach chimes in. âYouâre a little more dazed than usual, friend. You good?â He asks through a mouthful of food.
âYeah, man. Iâm good,â I nod. âItâs only a few hours.â
âWhat?â Zach asks confusedly.
âProctoringâŚâ
âYeahâŚâ He nods, his face laced with concern for me; I donât even know how long I was drowning in my thoughts of her. Iâm sure heâs wondering whatâs going through my mindâ why Iâm acting weird. âYou sure you're good? You seem upset.â
âNah, man. Iâm good. Just have some shit goinâ on I need to take care of,â I smile softly. âSee you tonight?â
âYeah⌠See you tonight, brother.â
âThese are nice,â I breathe as I run my fingers along the pink petals with a smile, the spray of roses sitting pretty amongst the rest. âThese, thanks.â I pull them out, handing them to the attendant, finishing into my back pocket for my wallet.
I head out the door, walking out onto the street; the busy college town teaming with students, pouring in and out of the bars. Cigarette smoke wafts all around, competing with the aroma of the late-night food trucks. I look ahead, catching the Little Angieâs neon boot sign kicking ahead. My excitement builds as I get closer and closer. Youâre here. I look down at my phone, catching your location in the heart of the barâmy girl.
Shit. I look down at my other hand, tossing the wildflowers Chett had gotten you. He doesnât know you at all⌠He doesn't know what you like. He doesn't deserve you. No one does. No one but me.
I push through the front door, heading back toward the bar as I match your pin to my surroundings. My eyes pull taunt as I try to spot you through the thick crowd. I take a seat, ordering a beer before turning my attention back to the search. My eyes work across the low-lit room, scouring for you. I canât believe youâre still here after he stood you up. Itâs almost like you knew Iâd come and save you, princess.
There you are. Fuck, are you even real?
When Iâm around you I swear I forget how to breathe. I find myself having to tear myself awayâtelling myself that staring too hard will do nothing but bring attention to the obvious, but I am so in love. How do I even look away? Youâre perfect.
You looks sad. I know thatâs my fault, pretty girl, but I promise Iâll make it all better. You rest your cheek in your hand, slumped over in your seat, swirling your vodka cranberry defeatedly. Your beautiful eyes glisten. I canât tell if itâs just sheer beauty or if they might be glossed with tears. Your eyes shut heavily, shoulders relaxing a little more as you submit to your drunken state.
Oh, sweetheart. You need me.
âCan I close out my tab?â I ask the bartender, who gives me a little nod and a smile. I turn my attention back to you, watching as you sway ever so slightly with the music pouring from the speakers.
âHere you are, sir,â the bartender calls. I turn fast, scribbling a tip and a total. My stomach falls as I pull my hand away, leaving behind a red thumbprint, remnants of my run-in with Chett lingering. Fuck. I grab the slip of paper off the bar top, brushing my hand along my dark-wash jeans, thumbing through my wallet to grab some cash instead, tossing a tip on the counter in exchange. I push off the bar, walking toward my girl, checking myself as best as I can in the darkness to make sure that I donât miss anything else, catching a few specks of blood on my white shirt. Shit. I grab the zipper of my quilted jacket, hiding the mess.
What was I thinking? I was so excited about gettinâ to you that I didnât even think about cleaninâ up. I look down at my right hand: split knuckles, bloodied and bruised. I tug down my sleeve, just praying there isnât any more I canât see. âY/n?â
Your eyes lift to mine, softening and welling with tears. âRafey,â you slur out a whimper, eyes pinching shut. Your tears tumble down your cheeks as you try to get out your next few words to no avail.
âWhatâs goinâ on, princess?â I ask gently as I sit beside you, rubbing soft circles on your back.
âUghâŚâ You humpfs. âI got stood up.â You hiccup before rolling your eyes in annoyance with Chett and your own emotions. âI canât believe Iâm even cryinâ over him, Rafey. I know heâs an asshole.â You cry, making my heart melt as you use that little nickname not once but twice.
âHe is,â I laugh lightly, making you nod and sigh.
âAre you⌠Mâshit. Iâm sorry,â you mumble. âMâkinda drunk.â
âHey. Hey. Itâs alright,â I coo.
âAre you meeting a date?â You ask, and I swear I can see a new sort of sadness in your eyes at the idea of it. I follow your gaze, eyeing the arrangement of roses in my hand.
âOh, me?â I stall. âUh⌠No. I-uh⌠I came in here after our game. I saw you hanginâ out here for a while. Kinda put two-and-two together. Nâwhen I went outside to have a cig, I bought them off some guy on the street.â I look back to you, my whole story all for not as you practically fall asleep at the table, your beautiful face propped up and smushed in your hand. âBought them for you, honey,â I sigh blissfully as I use a pet name I've always wanted to use knowing tomorrow it wouldn't matter.
âThank you, Rafey,â you whisper. Three times⌠âSo - So⌠So good to me.â
âLetâs get you outta here. Huh?â I ask as I reach into my wallet, pulling out a hundred, tossing it on the table. You close your eyes and nod your heavy head.
âThank you.â
âAnything for you,â I breathe as I scoop my hand around your waist, lifting you to your feet. You melt into me, resting your head on my chest, snuggling in. I canât help but lean down, pressing a kiss on your hair. I breathe you in, relishing this simple moment with you. âI love you, princessâŚâ You look up at me, smiling sweetly. I hold my breath, even if you heard me say that thereâs no way youâll remember tomorrow. But stillâŚ
âCan we get pizza?â You ask, making me laugh.
âAnything you want you get, sweetheart.â
I know thereâs nothing more to worry about, but I canât help but get a little jealous knowing you dressed this way for Chett. You sway to the music on your record player, drunkenly singing along to the track between bites of pizza. Youâre happier than when you were at the bar; your sadness before I came is long gone. You flash me a smile, setting my heart ablaze, pointing at me playfully as you circle your hips to the beat, dropping it to the floor, showing me the perfect glimpse of your plump ass. Fuck me. I bare with the pain, not wanting to make it blatantly obvious that my cock is strained in my pants.
âHelp me?â You pout as you walk to me, lifting your hands in the air.
âWith whatâŚâ My voice trails away as you step even closer. Your tits line up with my eyes from my seated position on the foot of your bed. My hands instinctively reach up, resting on your hips, testing the waters.
âPajamas.â
âOh - Oh. Of course,â I stammer as I lift your shift dress over your head. I hold back a moan, my head and mind racing out of control as I stand this close to you, the girl of my dreams in nothing but your bra and panties. And not just any panties, the panties I had taken from you last week. The panties I had wrapped around my cock that I had cum all over more times than I could count. Of course, I washed them and put them back, but what luck. Itâs fate. Just stay calm.
You lets out a sleepy little yawn, stretching slightly, your back arching. Your cleavage pops a little more against the dainty lace; my eyes strain as I refuse to blink. I run my hand down your side, watching as goosebumps spread across your bare skin at my touch. Your nipples peak, teasing me under the barely-there fabric.
Help her, Rafe. I swallow hard, focusing on the task at hand, fighting back everything that I want to do. You move a little closer, slotting yourself between my thighs. I know it will be over if I look up and match your eyes. Youâll be too embarrassed in the morning if I do anything moreâif I do what I need. I can feel your eyes on me. Your hand moves higher and higher, your soft touch cupping my chin, guiding my eyes to yours.
Holy shit. You smile down at me, your eyes hazed with lust and liquor. You run your thumb along my bottom lip, biting your own. Iâm dreaming. I have to be. âThank you,â you smile, your voice coming out so crisp and clear. This is no dream⌠This is just heaven on earth. Deep breath. Help her get into her pajamas and let her sleep it off. Tomorrow. If she genuinely wants me now, sheâll want me tomorrow. She needs me. Her trust is in me. I canât mess this up. I need her too badly.
âOf course, sweetheart,â I whisper, allowing myself to drink you in a little more. I mean, I donât want you to think I am not thoroughly enjoying this⌠This is the best moment of my life. Of course, after meeting her, that is.
I reach over on the bed, grabbing your satin pajama top. You take a little breath, going to say something, holding back, settling on a smile instead. I bet you were gonna ask for something from me. Probably wanting me to take off that pretty little bra of yours instead of giving her clothes to put on. I want to be your knight in shining armor tonight. I want to protect you; I want to keep you safe.
Tomorrow night, princess. I promise.
Iâm addicted. Iâm down bad. Iâm in way, way too deep, but I canât stop. Iâll never stop. You have no clue what you do to me. You have no idea how much time I have invested in youâ in us. I have never been more fulfilled, princess. This is my destiny. You are mine; you just donât know it yetâŚ
You smile at me sheepishly, tucking some hair behind your ear before putting pen to paper and checking in for your test. You're hungover. I can tellâdark circles painted under your beautiful eyes, and the usual soft glow of your skin dimmed. Youâre smart⌠Youâll have no problem taking this test, and if you do, itâs nothing I canât fix for you.
You walk over to a locker, stripping off your purse and jacket, checking your phone before stuffing it inside as well. Holy shit⌠You shut the door, forgoing the lock altogether. Fuck, youâre too good to me, sweetheart. Iâm sure you want me to take a peek. Donât you? A smirk tugs on my lips, arms crossing over my chest as I stare you down.
You stride toward me, shoulders slumped. Iâm sure youâre gonna apologize. I smile at you, wordlessly telling you I know what youâll will say. You laugh weakly, letting out a deep, self-deprecating sigh. âSorry about last night, Rafe. Thank you,â you smile sweetly, your voice just above a hush, not wanting anyone else to hear.
âYouâre alright, Y/n. Glad I could get you home. Are you feelinâ alright?â I ask as I step a little closer.
âMâa little hungover,â you sigh. âIâI never get like that, I swear-â
âI know you donât,â I stop you. Your brows rumple, my tone a little more knowing than you expected. âYour brother mentioned you donât really drink like that,â I correct myself, and you smile.
âWell, Iâll see you later, Rafe. Thank you.â You reach out, giving my bicep a squeeze that has my eyes darting to your hand on me. Oh fuck. You're walking toward the testing room before I can look up at you again. The door fans shut behind you, leaving me alone with the equivalent of your fuckinâ teenage diary. Everything I could want to know about you that I donât know yet is on here. Please be unlocked.
âShit,â I hiss, slamming my fist against the locker, eyes darting around fast as the sharp sting of regret pierces through me at my outburst. Pull it together, Cameron. I close my eyes, doing my best to compose myself as I tuck your phone at my side, walking back toward the desk. I look at you through the privacy glass. My girl is none the wiserâI smile as you answer the next question. Her birthday. Keep it simple. That's gotta be it. Itâs not like she's got shit to hide.
I type in the six-digit code, my tension melting away; shoulders relaxing as I crack the code without any effort at all. Gotta hit the big four: messages, search history, pictures, Instagram. Don't get too greedy. I feel my cock twitch at the thought of this being in your hand. My mind instantly sails away to the shit you looks at that youâd probably delete your search history for. Hopefully, I caught you on an off day. Focus. Focus. Focus. I look over my shoulder as you breeze past the next question.
Messages, first.
Nothing crazy. A few to her friends, her brother, and a lab partner. My blood turns cold as I see Chettâs name. I click into your messages, teeth grinding, fist clenching as I read through the exchange.
Chett: you free tonight?
Y/n: I have a huge test tomorrow I'm sorry! Friday?
Chett: yeah we can do something on Friday too
Chett: cmon pretty. I owe you a beer
Y/n: just a beer? đ
Chett: fuck⌠that's a yes?? Lets go to dinner then I owe you so so much
Y/n: I can't be out late tho
Chett: I know. I got you. I'm lucky ok. I know how you are.
Y/n: what does that mean?? đ
Chett: your a good girl
Chett: iâll meet you a little angies at 8. I've got workouts late ok??
Y/n: okay đ
Chett: you better not stand me up
Y/n: never âşď¸
Chett: on my way
Y/n: I'm at the bar
Y/n: found a table. We still on for 8?
Y/n: ???
Y/n: are you okay?
Y/n: just ran into your buddies. They said you ran into Kenzie on the street. Just fuck off alright? Why would you ask me out if you two were still a thing?
Y/n: I knew you were an asshole
Okay. Okay. Shit. My hands tremble as I read and reread your words. Just a clusterfuck of feelings seeing you this excited, this angry; this upset over that asshole. He ran into Kenzie? I'm sure they caught up. I'm sure he had second thoughts about your date. About you? How could someone have second thoughts about you? I knew I did you a favor.
I click into the search history. Cleared. God damnit. That leaves two more pieces to the puzzle. Instagram and pictures. I pull up your socials, thumbing to the shit only I get to see. The DMs are the same as your texts; it's nothing crazy. Search bar⌠I click into it, seeing your recent searches. Chett⌠You motherfucker. Haunting me, you goddamn dick- OhâŚ
Rafe Cameron
I blink a few times, pinching my eyes closed before fluttering them open as I see MY name on YOUR screen. âNo fucking way,â my voice comes out needy and hoarse, cracking with all the want I feel for you. I gasp for a breath, filling my lungs with needed air. How is this happening? I rub my hand across my mouth, snuffing out my smile. Jesus Christ. Best day of my fuckinâ life.
I look over my shoulder, praying I have enough time to browse your hidden folder in your camera roll. Five questions left. I open the folder, my hand instantly reaching for the edge of the desk, my rock-hard cock finally giving way as I cum in my slacks at the sight of you in lingerie. My heart pounds in my ears and chest as I thumb through the rest, watching in horror as a wet, warm spot forms on my khakis. Fuck. Thereâs five more pictures⌠My goddess. My fuckinâ princess⌠Look at you, baby. Two more questions left. Put the fuckinâ phone back, Rafe. The phone trembles as I unhide all five, moving quickly to your messages before typing in my number, sending them to myself, deleting everything fast. I swear I couldâve cum again just feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket, knowing what I have saved for myself.
I swipe everything closed as I walk back to the locker bay, stuffing the phone inside your purse, slamming the door shut before the testing door swings open. I turn my body away, walking toward the exit, checking on a knock that never happened; turning my body in the opposite direction before matching your eyes. âSo, how did it go?â I smile, positioning myself so you canât see the absolute mess you caused.
âGood, actually,â you sighs, relief laced in your tone and demeanor as you pop open your locker. I step behind the desk, leaning into the counter just enough to ensure that my little secret is safe.
Good girl.
I swear I canât go to bed without my nightly ritual; I stand outside your window, hidden just out of view, cloaked in the darkness of the hedges gathered around the perimeter of your apartment. Some nights I have the pleasure of being in your space; other nights, I settle for the next best thing, but honestly, even here is paradise.
Some nights, you stay up late, the apples of your cheeks glowing in the dim of your room as you browse your phone; other nights, you moves through your apartment chatting on the phone with your friends, smiling and laughing, every fiber of my being just wishing it was me on the other line. But on special nights, nights like this, your hand slips into your night stand pulling out your favorite vibrator, playing with your pussy like I could only dream of doing.
I never get to see what goes on underneath the covers or hear the sweet noises you make, but I get to see the pleasure painted all over your face. I canât help but pull my cock out of my pants, stroke my dick while you work on yourself. Are you thinking about me? I always dreamed you were, but after seeing your search history, itâs not out of the realm of possibility. What if you're saying my name? My beautiful girl.
âFuck, baby,â I pant as you grab the covers, throwing them off your body, my precum mixing with my sweaty palm as I take in the sight before me. I watch as the silicon cock glistens with your slick, making me spit on my dick to mirror the sight. My fist works over my dick, whimpering and moaning your name as I keep your pace. My thigh muscles tremble as I fixate on your every movement.
I know I should walk away, but thereâs no force on this earth strong enough to pull me away from this. I bite my lip as you throw your head back into your pillow, back arching off the mattress.
And just like that, I fall deeper and deeper into my mind. âWhere are we fuckinâ tonight, princess?â I mumble, envisioning us in the same room. âMy office? Fuck, youâre bad, sweetheart? You sure? Sure you canât wait until we get home? God damn, angel. You need it that bad? Need daddyâs dick right here, right now?â I moan as my muscles clench tight.
I swear I draw blood, pinching my bottom lip between my teeth as you drag your hand up, pulling your shirt with it, exposing your perfect breasts. You squeeze and twist your nipple, circling softly just like I would. âMy lips will be on you, I swear to Christ,â I moan, picturing my parted lips sucking down on your tits; catching your breasts in my mouth as they bounce.
âStop hidinâ, honey,â I grunt as your legs draw closer, and I swear you heard me because your thighs widen on the mattress, splaying out for me and only me. What I wouldn't pay to bury myself in your cunt, princess. Iâve sucked on your panties more times than I can count; memorized your taste. I need the real thing. I wanna feel the warmth of your body against me, tongue pumping in and out of that tight little hole of yours.
Your mouth falls open, chest heaving, muffled cries heard through the glass. Just a whisper, but my ears have never been more blessed. I look down at my cock for a split second, just enough time to run some spit down on my throbbing head, making me hiss out a breath. I make a tight fist, imagining myself sinking into your slick pussy as you lay on a pile of my class papers, a little pleated skirt riding up around your waist, your wet cunt just begging for me to fill it, sucking me in.
âSuch a sloppy cunt. Fuck⌠Perfect for me,â I mutter, returning my eyes to you, watching as your arousal leaks out of your pussy as you continue to stroke, dirtying the sheets below. I run my hand across my sweaty forehead, slicking back my bangs in the process, switching my hold to my balls to play with them, trying desperately to cum with you for your second time. âSlow down, Y/n⌠Shittt. Pussyâs too good. You wanna come with daddy. Don't you? Yeah you do. Atta baby.â
Another muffled moan bleeds through the glass. I need to hear you. Fuck, I need to know what you sound like. I release my cock with a panting gasp, fumbling for the glass, resting my clammy palms against it as I hold my breath, cracking it ever so slightly. There we go. I move even closer, resting a hand on the brick wall, eyes rolling back in my skull as I wrap my fingers around my girthy dick again.
âRafeâŚâ She pants, and my eyes double, stomach falling, breath fleeing my chest, drowning in my own pleasure as my name leaves your lips. Say it again. Fucking say it, baby. Tears of joy fill my eyes as warmth spreads from my head to my toes.
I listen closely, catching the sounds of your sopping core squelching through your room, cries and sighs of pleasure coming back to back as I bite my shirt, holding back my own. âJust like that, Rafey. Fuckkk, daddy. Iâm cumming,â you cry in a throaty, fucked-out voice that has me cumming harder than I ever have in my life, ropes, and ropes of cum painting the brick wall of your apartment building as I watch your finish.
I look down in exhaustion as my cum rolls down the wall, before closing my eyes in utter bliss, just imagining it leaking out of your cunt. My goddamn pussy. âTomorrow-â I pant as I lift my trembling hand, pointing my cum-coated finger against the glass with a smug smile that I wish you could see. âMâtaking you out and then weâre cominâ back here and Iâm going to make every one of your fantasies come true, honey. Mâgonna be all you need. I swear,â I coo.
I watch you as you lay there, hands trailing your beautiful body, calming yourself down with touch. You're lonely, baby. You don't need to be⌠Let me take care of you. You let out a sleepy yawn, stretching out on the mattress.
âFuck,â I grumble, post-nut clarity setting in as I realize what the fuck I just did, regretting none of it, just hoping that someone didnât see me. The street is empty. Just perfect. I grab my boxers, pulling them up as you tuck your toy into your nightstand, fastening my pants as you snuggle into your sheets.
No.
Your eyes lock with mine, and with that, time stands still. My heart hammers in my chest as your expression changes from confusion to terror. You let out a blood-curdling scream as I try to pull myself away, but Iâm frozen with fear. Run. Fuck! You fumble for your phone as I walk away from the window, my eyes never leaving you until Iâm falling back on the curb, struggling to my feet, sprinting as fast as my feet will take me.
âIâve ruined everything. What the hell have I done?â My heart shatters into a million pieces as I run down the block, charging toward my car as I fight my keys out of my pocket. Tears and snot wet my face, my whole body sheened with sweat, shivering with adrenaline. âNot only am I going to lose her, but Iâm gonna lose everything else. My job. My reputation. Everything. Fucking everything.â I slam my finger against the keyless start; engine roaring as I peel out onto the street, trying to put distance between me and you.
What the hell can I say to make this better? No one will understand. I canât fucking help it. I canât help who I am. I canât help that I love you. That I want to keep you safe. Is that a crime? Iâm obsessed with you. Itâs likeâ I think about you all the time. Every second of my fucking life. But isnât that what love should be like?
I let out a shaky breath, catching my reflection in the rearview mirror, my cheeks soaked with tears, eyes glassy with emotion. If I canât have you, I donât want to live. I donât⌠I-I canât. My foot slams on the gas, barreling down the freeway toward the bridge, watching as the needle on the speedometer climbs higher and higher as cars swerve and dart out of my path.
What is the point if I canât have you?
Iâm nothing without you.
My knuckles ghost white, as I blink the tears out of my eyes, sobbing like a child as the speedometer blasts past 100. I feel the dismare in my heaving chest plaguing me like a virus, the only warmth in my heart gone now that Iâve lost you. Just fucking emptyâgoddamn hollow. The only thing Iâve ever truly wanted is gone. You were the best thing that has ever been mine and I didnât even get to tell you⌠I lift my hand to wipe away the tears as the road blurs before me.
Days of watching you, not one moment forgotten. I was almost a part of your world. Why did I wait so long? Why did I wait until it was too late? You were saying my name? You wanted me just as bad as I wanted youâŚ
The world around me gets a little brighter as I pull onto the bridge, illuminated with streetlamps, before the world dives off into the dark waters below.
What if she feels guilt? What if she blames herself? What if this ruins hers too?
I thread through the gap of cars, vehicles slamming on their breaks around me, unable to swerve on the bridge like they were on the road before making every move sharper; more erraticâthe line thinning, between life and death.
Maybe sheâll forgive me after Iâm deadâŚ
RING. RING. RING.
I look down at my phone, seeing your brother's name light up the screen. âHello?â I choke the word out, biting my lips to hold back my sniffles and sobs as I speed closer and closer to the edge, waiting for him to blow out my speakers. âASSHOLE. PERV. STALKER. PSYCHOPATH-â
âHey, Rafe. You good, man?â He asks worriedly, his gentle voice pulling me out of the pit. My foot pulls off the glass as Iâm hit with a sliver of hope, before slamming on the breaks. My tires screech as my car skids across the bridge, stomach falling as I get so close to the edge that the grille of my Cadillac kisses the guardrail, nothing but blackness and open water before me.
âMâYeah. Yeah. Iâm good.â
You dive into my arms, hands wrapped tightly around my waist as you bury your head in my chest. Your warm, wet tears soak through my shirt, blessing my skin as I hold you close. âThank you so much for coming, Rafe,â you sniffle.
âOf course, Y/n,â I whisper as you tremble in my arms like a leaf. âDid you get a good look at him?â
You shake your head, letting out a frail little sigh. âNoâŚâ
âGo inside. Aight? Youâve been through enough. Let me check it out. Iâll be in in a second. Okay?â You nod, looking up at me with doe-eyes and a trembling lip. I cup your tear stained cheek in my hand, brushing your skin nice and soft. You tilt into me, needing me closer. âIâm sorry you went through this⌠But, itâs just some creep. Iâm not gonna leave you tonight. I swear.â
âThank you,â you whimper.
ââCourse, sweetheart.â
âNow, you, get inside and try to relax. Huh? Itâll only take me a second.â You nod and step inside, holding my hand until the last moment.
I walk down the stairs, strolling through the landscaping to your window. I suck my teeth, looking down at the stained brick before lifting my hand, running my thumb along my tongue, scrubbing the little cum mark I left with my finger. âAll clear,â I whisper, smiling to myself as my night takes a turn for the better.
I walk up your steps, stepping into the apartment as you pour a glass of wine for you and I. âThank you, Rafe. Iâm so glad youâre here,â you smile, your voice weak as you walk toward me in your satin pajamas, passing me a glass.
âCall me anytime you need me. Okay?â I smile as I reach my hand out for you. You tangle your fingers in mine, moving a little closer, rising on your tippy toes, pressing a soft kiss on my cheek.
The two of us walk over to the couch, taking a seat. You snuggle into my chest just like you did at the bar. Your body relaxes in mine. The adrenaline and excitement of the night wears off fast, and itâs not long before your eyes start to beat closed. I donât think I can sleep. I donât want to. Truthfully, I could stay this way forever with you. Your soft sounds fill my ears as I focus on your breathing and the shape of your body in mine. I couldnât dream of a more perfect moment with you, sweetheart. My girl. Mine. A satisfied smile plays on my lips as I reach over, flicking on the evening news.
âHello, my name is Belle Lee, reporting live from the downtown district. An investigation is underway after a University student was found dead with multiple gunshot wounds. College officials have identified the victim as 22-year-old Chett Lee from Tampa Bay, Florida. This is an active investigation. Any tips or other information can be directed to the local authorities. Currently, there are no known suspects in this gruesome murder.â
A smirk pulls on my lips as I flick off the TV, darkness falling all around us. I lift you into my arms, holding you close, walking you to your room before setting you down on the mattress. I rub my thumb across you pillowy lips, not wanting to push it too far by kissing you goodnight. My belly stirs as I think about the cum I had just cleaned off the glass, any reminents now hanging on your perfect lips.
Iâll just have to settle for that tonight.
I stroke your hair gently, brushing it off your beautiful face. Just leave, Rafe⌠JustâI succumb to my urges, kissing your forehead instead, lingering as long as I possibly can before pulling away. Your eyes match mine, staring up at me.
âStay.â
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Smile Like You Mean It 1
Warnings: non/dubcon, bullying, humiliation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters:Â Colin Shea, Rafe Cameron (Professor AU)
Summary:Â you're trying to grow up but you keep getting pushed back down.
Part of the Bad Professors AU
Note:Â Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all.Â
College is supposed to be a new start. You're supposed to be an adult. Sophisticated and mature. Too bad you're still figuring out how to be functional.Â
It's all the more obvious how behind you are as you sit in the student centre with a can of diet coke. Alone. Watching. Coveting.Â
The girls, no, women, with their contour and lululemons and blown out hair. They walk together, gabbing and giggling, with a Stanley or branded coffee cup in hand. They are of the moment and you're once more falling behind.Â
You look down at you Gap hoodie and polka dot leggings. Admittedly, the Walmart couture isn't exactly cutting edge. And your crocks don't do much for the look. Or your hair and bare face. Â
It isn't for lack of trying. No oil or serum could tame the beast on your head, and you couldn't figure out how to line your lids without squiggles. So you settled for the bare minimum. Hygiene and clean clothes. Hmmm, you did wear the hoodie yesterday too.Â
You're trying but that doesn't mean it's good enough. You put your head down and stare at the curled red C on the can. Well, the year's just started, you can make some good friends... just maybe not the barbie dolls.Â
As you take another sip of soda, a figure walks by but is met with catastrophe. His bag catches on the back of the empty chair across from you and he reels back. You watch him untangle himself and his pale blue eye flick up to meet yours.Â
He wears one of those blue letterman jackets you've seen around. A jock or frat or both. They are often chasing the heels of the glamorous coeds.Â
"Oh, hey," he chuckles as he fixes his messenger bag, "I'm a mess, huh?"Â
You shake your head. You can't get the words out; 'it's fine' or even a congenial 'so am I'. You can't even muster a smile. That's your other problem. You go mute in the face of interest.Â
"You okay? Did I scare ya?" He asks as he drags his hand over his fluffy blond hair.Â
You just blink. Say something, idiot.Â
"I'm not always mess," he smirks as he grips the back of the chair. Why is he hanging around? "I'm Colin, actually."Â
You can't help but crack. Your cheek dimple and one corner of your lips curve. That's a really stupid joke.Â
"And you are, sunshine?" He leans forward.Â
You look around. It feels off. It has to be a joke, right? There's nothing but milling bodies and chattering students.Â
"Auburn," you voice scratches in your throat.Â
"Auburn," he purrs back, "I like that." He smirks, "hey, Aubby," his shoulders slant, "can I sit here? This place is packed."Â
You stare at him and shrug. You can't say anything but you definitely can't say no. He winks and drops into the seat, dumping his bag on the floor next to his feet.Â
"So, you going to the party tonight?" He asks.Â
You frown. Party? You shake your head again. Â
"No? Why not? Everyone's going." He says. Â
Not me. I'm not cool. You just show your hands as your voice stays stuck in your chest.Â
"Huh, too good for us? I get it. You got more important things to do than stop by Delta. I can accept that, Aubby. I'm used to it," he pouts, "all the pretty girls say no."Â
Pretty? You try not to make a face. You take a drink of coke. You can do it.Â
"I... wasn't invited," you utter.Â
"Ah, there's that sweet voice," he leans forward on his elbows. "Well, babe, I'm inviting you. So how about it?"Â
You stare back at him. Again. Boy, heâs going to think youâre real dumb. You purse your lips and nod. Why not? Youâve been looking for friends. This isnât going to be high school all over again.Â
Well, you can start by wearing something a little less... schlubby to this party.Â
He smiles and slaps the table, âsee, I knew when I looked at you that you were the one. Here, Iâll get your number and send you the details.âÂ
You take your phone out and hand it over. The case is scuffed and tan. Itâs not sparkly like the ones youâve seen in the manicured hands of the other girls on campus. He doesnât seem to notice as he types with his wide thumbs. He gives it back and sends you another wink.Â
âSee ya tonight, Aubby,â he stands. âI gotta make sure thereâs enough drinks so canât stick around.â He bends to pick up his bag. âYouâre not gonna stand me up, are ya?â You shake your head once more. He grins and snaps his fingers. âLater.âÂ
As he leaves, your eyes wander around the cafeteria. You see a girl in grey converse and a hoodie kinda like yours. Sheâs not watching where sheâs going. She walks right into a man in a suit, her coffee spilling across his back. He rears on her as you watch on as a silent witness.Â
He snarls and she babbles back. He stalks off angrily and she stands there blankly. She forgets almost immediately as she looks at the container in her hand. Sheâs the first girl youâve seen that doesnât make you want to hide.Â
You get up and grab some napkins on your way over. You approach her as her coffee drips down her hand. You offer it quietly and she flinches as she notices.Â
âOh, jeez, thanks,â she chuckles. âCan ya hold this for me?â You nod and take her container. She balances the coffee as she wipes the side and her fingers. âIâm fucking idiot sometimes. I was so focus on the noodles.â Her eyes skitter around, âshit fuck, this place is crowded, huh?âÂ
She looks at you as she crumples the napkin and reaches out. You hand over the container. She narrows her eyes.Â
âQuiet, huh? Well, shit, I just canât stop talking,â she tuts.Â
âUm...â you swallow tightly. âI got a table...â you point back to where you left your stuff.Â
She tilts her head, âthanks, thatâs nice but... okay. I guess things canât get any worse.âÂ
You perk up and turn around to lead the way. If you can get a few more words out, you might just be able to call it a successful day.Â
âIâm Ash, by the way,â she says as she sets her things down and you sit across from her.Â
âAuburn,â you return.Â
âAsh and Auburn. One more and we could be musketeers or something,â she kids as she settles in.Â
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omg like ok imagine professor!rafe like distancing from her because he doesnât want people to catch on and heâs trying to make them less suspicious. so he doesnât fuck her for weeks and she starts getting horny desperate and decides to tease him but he continues to brush her advances off and she finally flirts with this guy in the class and rafe fucking looses it. tells her to stay after class and grabs her wrist and brings her back into his office, bends her over his lap, and forces her MINI skirt up (itâs so small it barely covers anything and that only pisses him off more) and spanks her so much sheâs going to have marks for days. she ends up sobbing and tells him she just wanted daddy to notice her and he gets all soft on her, telling her heâs sorry, and he loves her, then he fucks her so good and they cuddle afterâŚ
LIKEâŚi canât heâs actually so yummy đ đ¤¤
a/n: this is actually such a scrummy request I got a lil wet mmm mmm mm delicious. love me some professor!rafe.
warnings: older!professor!rafe x younger!student!f!reader. spanking, slight spit kink?, rough handling before he gets all softie, manipulative themes, age gap relationship (all legal, she's 19â21, he's 30â35), possessive and jealous themes, daddy kink cuz he is lit daddy. People know..but like...they don't confront it...or acknowledge.
It wasn't very well hidden amongst the other students that there was something going on between you and Mr Cameron, but everyone, as if it was an unwritten rule, decided to not bring it up.
One, they were all a little scared of Rafe. Some say they've heard rumours of him killing a cop a few decades back, but it was just rumours.
Two, he was the only non wrinkled, slow talking, helpful teacher in the college. If he got fired and they all had to go back to teachers way past their teaching prime, they'd drop the class.
So, they ignored the tension between you, the fact you both coincidentally always show up with hickeys at the same time, and the lingering stares.
Besides, they had no hard evidence to confirm it, just suspicion.
But they hadn't seen any of that in a few weeks now. And God, you were desperate.
You tried touches that lasted a little too long, hidden meaning words, short skirts, no bra, and got nothing. Rafe was just ignoring you.
He felt wrong for doing this. You had your whole life, you shouldn't spend it hung up on some old guy. He was rude, grumpy, and distant. Everything he felt you didn't need.
That's exactly what you need.
But, if you couldn't get it from him, you'll get it elsewhere. You decided to wear an especially short skirt, practically a belt, and a little plain tube top. You're sat in Rafe's lesson, not staring at him for once, and actually looking at the board.
"Hey, do you have notes from last week?" You whispered to the guy next to you, smiling softly. You actually did have the notes, but you needed an excuse for a conversation.
He looked you up and down briefly, knowing the rumours between you and Rafe, but shrugged. He'd take the risk.
"Yeah, yeah, course." He smiled, leaning down to his bag and pulling them out. You scooted closer to him, reading them as he held them, quickly writing it down in your notepad.
"Ugh," you moaned, making extra effort to make it sound sinful enough to get the mans imagination going. "You're a lifesaver. Thank you." you gave him a sticky, lipglossy kiss on the cheek with a smile.
"Anytime, pretty girl." He smirked, licking his lips. You smiled back at him, batting your eyelashes like you would at Rafe.
Who was watching the entire time.
Just because he wasn't fucking you anymore, doesn't mean he'd ever stop staring at you. Watching the whole scene play out, simply wanting to snap the pen in his hand.
You noticed his stare, but didn't meet it. Just continued talking with the boy next to you, your hands lingering on his shoulder and bicep, giggling at his so not funny jokes â it was pitiful to watch you try and flirt with someone other than him. Just so you could have your needy cunt fucked for five minutes before the boy left.
Rafe looked at his watch, noticing his lesson was done. "Dismissed." He told everyone, all beginning to pack their bags and leave. Including you.
"You," He pointed towards you, making you freeze. "Stay."
You nodded softly, nonchalantly waving to the boy next to you with a smile. "Call me!" he chuckled, looking back at you before back at the piece of paper you handed him with your number, nodding to himself before he left.
When everyone was out the room, it was quiet. The only sound being Rafe wiping his whiteboard free of pen, and your thumping heartbeat.
You stepped out from your chair, carefully approaching him.
"What did you want?" You asked, tone flat. Or, at least, it tried to be. If he was going to act like nothing happened, so are you.
"Watch it," He hissed, putting the eraser down and walking to his desk, his palms flat on it. "That mouth of yours has already gotten you in trouble, don't make it worse."
"What have I done? You're the one who's been a dick for weeks!" You scoffed at him, and he stalked out from behind the desk towards you. He towered over you, but kept distance so that the cameras wouldn't catch anything to fire him over. He's already had a few close calls.
"My office. Now." He hissed lowly, and when you began walking slowly, his eyes followed shortly before his feet did. Luckily the camera in his office had been out of commission for a while.
You walked quietly to his office, keeping your head low as he trailed shortly behind you. You could feel his stare on you, all of you.
He wanted to rip his skin off at how short your skirt was, seeing the lace panties he bought you. For only his eyes. Now every fucker in these halls are seeing it.
He pushed the door shut and the sound of the lock clicking sent shivers down your spine. He sat down on the slightly uncomfortable couch in the corner of his office, and stared at you expectantly.
"What?" You crossed your arms, testing the waters to see how long you can stand your ground.
"Come here. Now."
Turns out, not long.
You walked over to him slowly, sitting next to him, which made him sigh.
Grabbing your upper arm and yanking you over his lap, you yelped quietly, not wanting anyone outside to hear.
Your tummy was on his thighs, his hands rubbing soothing strokes on the backs of your legs.
"You want to tell me why you were talking to that boy?" He asked softly, but you knew it was a ruse, you had been punished enough to know what it starts out like.
"None of your fucking business."
Never stopped you from being bratty, though.
He hummed calmly, pulling up your tiny skirt, hardly needing to pull much. He fixed your panties for you, making sure they were nicely splayed against your plush cheeks before delivering a sharp hit to it, the redness immediately rising.
You gasped, burying your face into the couch cushion. Don't want to disturb the passers-by, now do we?
"Want to try that again?" He asked you, gently moving his finger over the red welt.
"BâBecause I needed notes.."
Crack!
"Ow! That's the truth!" You whimpered, and he tutted.
"I saw you taking notes all of my last lesson. You always have the notes. Again." He gently pulled your panties higher, making it easier to see the wet patch forming.
"Uâuhm.." You mumbled, feeling yourself get emotional. It's been so long since you were in his arms, and now that you are, it's because he's punishing you.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
You cried quietly, and he just tutted and scoffed.
"Don't fucking cry, you â you brought this upon yourself when you started talking to that boy." He grumbled, delivering several more sharp spanks to your already red ass, making you muffle sobs into his leg.
"That's not fair!" you cried, and he gave you four more, two on your ass, the other two on the backs of your thighs.
"More than fair, and you know it." He flipped you over, yanking your panties down your thighs and tossing them somewhere in his office.
You wriggled, your nose scrunching as you sniffled.
"No! M'sorry! Won't do it again." You tried to sit up but he pushed you back down, spreading your legs.
He gave small, but mean slaps onto your puffy clit, your slick sticking to his fingers as he slapped your pussy.
You mewled, looking up at him with tears in your eyes and sniffling. His other hand went to your thighs, slapping you there too. He wanted to leave handprints where people would see. And they'd see them very well with the skirts you wear.
"Have you learned your lesson?" He asked, slapping your thigh again.
You nodded quickly.
"Hm...I don't think you have." he mumbled, lifting your body to go back to spanking your plush ass.
"I'm sorry! Just wanted you to notice, daddy." You cried, and his moments paused. "JâJust wanted you to...to touch me again, m'sorry daddy."
Well, now he felt bad.
"That so?" He asked, barely even above a whisper, bringing you to sit on his lap, facing him instead.
"Uh huh. You haven't even looked at me for weeks, or spoken to me!" You hiccuped, looking at him with big eyes and large tears sitting on your waterline.
His face softened, as did his touch. He gently wrapped his hands around your hips.
"I'm sorry, baby...I didn't realise it upset you so much. I only did it because another teacher asked me about you." He cooed, letting you tuck your head under his chin, nuzzling his neck.
"Could've told me instead of ignoring me..." You whispered against his skin and he could feel your soft lips brushing against him.
"Couldn't be seen with you for a while outside of class, and they check emails." He explained, rubbing over your sore, bruised ass. He felt bad. Sort of.
"Who was the guy?" He asked, gently kissing your temple.
"Ben something."
He'd remember that name to fail him on every assignment for the next six months.
"Y'know you're my girl, right? No one can take care of you like I can." He whispered against your forehead before kissing it, and you nodded softly.
"No one else gets to touch you like me, understand? No one can make you feel as good as I do." He kissed along your cheek, lifting you up gently to kiss your jaw.
You whimpered softly, pawing at his chest as he kissed you and whispered reassurances. What you took as reassurances.
"No one protects you like I do, hm? They don't make you feel safe. I do." He began pulling off your skirt as he led your back onto the dingy couch.
You nodded along to whatever he was say, dumbly agreeing with everything he was saying. They didn't know you like he like did. Didn't fuck you like he did. Didn't treat you like he did.
They'll never be him.
"No fratboy dick can make you cum six times." He scoffed as he brought your legs up, his nose nudging your ankle before he kissed it, then began lowering your knees to your chest.
"And they definitely can't make this greedy cunt as wet as I do." He smirked to himself, running a gentle finger over your puffy clit, humming at the way it glided over with ease.
You whimpered, hips jolting at the slight stimulation.
"Please, daddy.." you cried, keeping your hands on your own legs, keeping your knees firmly against your chest, giving him the best view.
"I'm gettin' to it, let me take my time, sweet girl." He murmured, his hand going to his belt, undoing it quickly and letting it drop to the floor. He pulled his slacks down just enough to grip his cock at the base and pull it out.
He reached the hand over to your chin, tapping it roughly.
"Spit." He stared at you as the spit dribbled from your pouty lips, down your chin, and onto his hand.
He brought that hand back to his dick, using your saliva as lube and giving himself a few mean strokes, his breath hitching.
"You gonna be a good girl for me?" He asked, leaning forward to line himself up. You nodded quickly.
"F'course, daddy."
He slapped his tip against your clit, making you huff.
"Say it." He warned, taking your legs away from your chest and wrapping them around his hips instead.
"M'gonna be a good girl, daddy." you whispered oh so pitifully, and he smiled.
"There's my girl." He slowly began pushing into your tight hole. No matter how many times you fuck, you never adjust.
You whine quietly, squeezing your eyes shut as you clawed at his arm. He had the girth and the length, and despite it being the best dick you've ever had, it was still a struggle.
He watched your tight cunt stretch to accommodate him as he slowly bottomed out inside you. You whimpered, and he nodded.
"I know, baby, I know. Just a few more seconds and you'll feel so good...just relax baby." He cooed, kissing your nose, cheek, and lips gently.
You untensed your muscles, feeling the slight sting of pain fade away, your cunt fluttering and clenching around him.
"Y'can move now, daddy." You whispered into the kiss, and he took a cautious glance at your face to see if you were lying, which you've done before.
"Okay, princess." He slowly slid himself out before he slammed back in, deep but slow strokes, making you hiccup and whimper with every one.
He kissed down your neck and collar bone, grabbing your shirt and ripping it before he kissed over the valley of your breasts.
He looked up at you, seeing your scrunched up face and parted lips. God, you looked so pretty whilst he fucked you.
He kissed his way back up, burying his face into your neck as his arms wrapped around your waist.
"Fuck â best pussy I've ever had, y'know that?" He groaned, speeding up his thrusts, making you bite his shoulder to resist a cry.
You scratched at his back, keeping your legs tight around his waist as he pounded into you, strokes deep and fast, making your head spin.
The sounds of your cunt and skin slapping filled the room, his pelvis nudging your puffy clit occasionally. You moaned and whined, writhing beneath him.
He groaned and grunted into your neck, his moans mixing with yours as you felt the coil twist tighter in your abdomen.
"M'close, daddy.." you whimpered, and he nodded, trailing a hand down to circle his thumb over your clit.
"Cum for daddy, baby. C'mon." He cooed, feeling himself grow closer as he felt your soft cunt squeezing and fluttering around him rapidly.
"OâOh! Oh!" You whined in his ear, your legs shaking as your orgasm ripped through you, coating his dick and pelvis. He chuckled quietly before he kissed your shoulder, ramming into you to chase his own high.
You squeaked and squealed, but stayed still, knowing that he'd get upset if you made him lose his rhythm.
He panted in your ear, grumbling a quiet. "Fuckin' love you â and this pussy, fuck." before his orgasm met him, his hips stopping as he buried himself as deep as he could inside you, letting out a low growl like sound as he came, filling your pussy to the brim.
He stayed there for a moment to let both of you catch your breaths before he slowly pulled out, muttering a quiet apology as you whimpered, and began cleaning you up with some tissues.
He dressed you and himself again, but didn't want you to leave. So, he wrapped an arm around your waist tightly, pulling you tighter on his lap and resting his head against yours.
"Did you mean it?" You asked quietly, fiddling with a button on his shirt. He knew what you were referring to. His little slip up.
"Yeah..I did." He mumbled, pushing down the guilt that replaced the euphoria in his abdomen.
"I love you too." You kissed his shoulder.
Thank god his office was almost completely soundproof.
Almost.
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oh, professor - professor!rafe x student!fem!reader
WARNINGS: smut ; mdni ; p in v ; oral (f receiving) ; degradation ; unprotected sex ; age gap (reader is 22 & rafe is 29)
A/N: i started this writing for someone else, but changed it because it gave off so much rafe energy. all im needing rn is to get attention from professor!rafe
you sit in the dimly lit library. your leg bouncing up and down under the wooden table. it was lateâ too late for a tutoring lesson, especially one with your professor.
rafe, your professor, sat across from you. his presence was both distracting and irritating. you hate the way his eyes pierce through you, reading every thought you tried to conceal. he is only seven years older, but he wore his authority with a confidence that made your blood boil.
âif you actually paid attention, you would understand the material, y/n.â rafe says, his voice teasing and raspy. you shoot him a glare, your arms crossed over your body.
âi am paying attention,â you retort with a tight lipped smile. the lie leaked from the sides of your lips. how could you focus when every fiber of your being is aware of him?
he leans closer, his scent intoxicating as it fills your nostrils. your heart races in your chest. âthen prove it.â he challenges, leaning back with a smirk.
you open your mouth, but nothing comes out. your mind is blank. rafe grins with pride, his cheekbones highlighted by the lightning in the room.
âitâs hard to think when youâre putting me on the spot.â you roll your eyes.
he stifles out a laugh in response.
at the start of your sophomore year at the university of north carolina, you were assigned to professor rafe cameronâs class. he was new to the college, and his arrival spread like a wildfire. he was tall with piercing blue eyes and a muscular body that was evident even under his formal clothes.
from the moment he walked into the classroom, he wore a confident strut in his steps. the girls practically swooned at him. as the semester went on, the outfits the students wore got smallerâ each girl trying to catch his attention. however, he kept it professional, not looking lower than he needed to.
it all made you scoff. professors were supposed to be older and wiser than their students. but he was only twenty-nine! how could you truly respect him when he was barely older than you?
you couldnât, and it didnât go unnoticed. rafe had noticed you ever since you stumbled into class. his eyes followed you day after day, week after week, but you never shared that interest. you didnât attempt to flirt with him or invite him to a party, you were totally indifferent. it enticed him.
however, ignoring your professor wasnât the smartest idea. as a former straight a student, you were failing one class onlyâ his. even though it was unusual for a professor to directly tutor a student, rafe offered to, leaving you no choice if you wanted to keep up your grades.
the tension between you and rafe was palpable. every week the fog surrounding the two became thicker.
âyouâre not concentrating.â rafe spoke, breaking the silence. his voice was softer now, almost gentle.
âiâm trying.â your words were dismissive.
he sighs, closing his notebook. âmaybe we should take a break.â
you nod in response.
as he stretched his arms above his head, his shirt pulled taut against his abdomen, revealing the outline of his abs. you looked away quickly, a red flush rising to your cheeks.
âwhy do you do that?â
âdo what?â you ask, feigning innocence.
âact like you hate me,â he said, his eyes searching yours. âi know you donât.â
you scoff. âwhy should it matter if i like you or not? you're my professor, not my roommate.â
âit begins to matter when your grades plummet.â he says plainly, tilting his head to the side with a smug expression.
you clench your fists by your side. frustration coursed through your veins like a wildfire. âyou think youâre so smart, donât you? youâre only a few years older than me!â
he chuckles, the sound so entrancing it made you gulp. âiâm smart enough to know that youâre scared to admit that you like me. that maybe, just maybe, you find this as intoxicating as i do.â
your heart pounded in your chest. âthis is ridiculous.â you mutter under your breath. âi donât need this, iâll figure this class out myself.â
his smirk only grew deeper as you rushed out of the door. as the north carolina air hit your skin, it was hard to ignore the pulsating between your legs. looking back towards the library, you scoffed.
**
the next morning you find yourself back in rafeâs lecture hall. the room is filled with the scent of coffee and the rustle of college students.
you take your usual spot in the middle of the class. as you unpack your books and laptop, a figure sits besides you. you glance at the boy as he smiles, mirroring your action of setting up his academic station.
âhey,â he greeted. âyou always sit in these seats, donât you?â he smirks. âiâm gavin by the way.â you canât help but blush as he holds out his hand.
you shake his hand, âhi, iâm y/n.â you reply, your hand still lingering in his. âand what can i say, i like routine.â he chuckles at your cheeky comment.
heâs cute with a dirty blonde mop of curls on his head. his eyes brown eyes are doe and kind. his jaw is sharp and his dimples pop when he smiles. heâs the all american perfect boy. the rest of the lecture is harder to focus on as he sits besides you. every so often, he steals glances at you and whispers jokes into your ear.
rafe notices the second the male student sits besides you. he notices how the boyâs gaze lingers on you and your cleavage, and how heâs so desperate for an ounce of attention from you. it makes his body tense and his lungs tight. itâs unbelievably hard to stay on track during the lesson which causes him to end the class fifteen minutes early.
âweâll pick this up next class. see you all next week.â he clasps his hands together, signaling the end of period.
you stand up, slinging your bag over your shoulder as gavin follows you like a loyal puppy. within steps of the exit, your professor calls out to you.
ây/n, can you stay after class, please?â rafe calls out towards you. his body was stiff and jaw tense. the usual glimmer in his eyes was replaced with a greenish tinge.
girls besides you sneered as you nodded your head, waiting until the rest of the students filtered out before you walked towards him.
âyes, professor?â you said, your voice bitingly sharp.
âwe didnât get to finish our conversation from last night.â he tisked, his eyes raking up and down your body. âyou left so abruptly.â
âwell, we were done tutoring, so i had no other reason to stay.â the words are sharp off your tongue, only encouraging him more.
he stared deeply into your eyes. his eyes held an ocean filled with lust and secrets. it was as if there was a siren in the waters, singing and drawing you in.
you broke eye contact, allowing your gaze to fall onto the ground. he chuckled as if he had won a bet. your cheeks blushed something fierce.
âmake a new friend today?â he asks as he moved his body around his desk. he was now standing directly in front of you, leaning on his desk. his dress shirt pulled against his body, emphasizing his impressively muscular arms.
he is a work of art.
you turn your head, âiâm not sure what you mean.â your voice was shaky and you werenât sure if it was because of the tension in the atmosphere or the tension between your legs.
âreally?â he challenges. âi could have sworn you were talking to that boy during my lecture.â
âit was just a conversation, rafe.â you reply, trying to keep your tone casual. however, your heart rate increased under the confines of your clothing.
he took a step closer, his proximity sending a shiver down your spine. âoh, iâm rafe now? what happened to professor? and it seemed like more than a conversation.â he murmurs, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. âi donât like seeing you flirt with other students.â
you swallow harshly. âyeah? and whyâs that?â your words were an attempt to maintain steady, but you knew who was controlling the conversation.
his lips curved into a smirk, his eyes darkening with desire. âyou donât have to pretend with me, y/n.â his voice was soft. he reaches out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. âi know you want this just as badly as i do.â
the fire burning in your core intensified.
âwe canât do this.â your mind was telling you no, but your heart was screaming yes. ây-youâre my professor, and iâm a student.â
âi know.â his voice was sultry. chills traveled along your skin as his finger traced your arm. âiâm no good for you, but doesnât that make this all so much better?â he leans in, whispering into your ear.
his lips dropped from your earlobe onto the skin of your neck. he sucks along the sensitive skin, biting ever so gently.
ârafe,â you breathe out. he hums in response, his arms wrapping around your body as he pulled you close. âkiss me.â
without any hesitation, his lips landed on yours. his lips were soft, yet demanding, moving against yours in a fiery rhythm. your hands instinctively found their way to his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt. his hands roamed your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between. the bulge beneath his dress pants began to grow.
you could feel the heat radiating from him, mixing with your own. the kiss depend, his tongue teasing your mouth. a moan escaped you, echoing around the empty classroom. he flipped you around, lifting you up, and sitting you on his desk. your legs separated as he stood in between them.
breaking the kiss, he gazed into your eyes, his lips still a shadow on yours. âdo you know how long iâve wanted to do that?â he whispered, his voice dripping with pure desire.
you were breathless in a haze of pleasure and desire. âwhat else have you wanted to do?â you look at him through your lashes. your doe, sweet eyes flicking a switch inside of him as he growls in response.
his hands traveled to the hem of your shirt before swiftly ripping it off. you sat clad in a black, lace bra, leaving little to the imagination.
âyouâre ethereal.â his words painted a pink flush on your cheeks.
one hand reaches behind your back, unclasping your bra and revealing your perky tits. you gasp as his mouth attaches onto one of your nipples, sucking voraciously.
your legs wrap around his waist as you melt into his touch. every rational thought fled your mind, replaced by a primal need to feel pleasure; to feel him.
ârafe,â your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling every time his tongue swirls around your sensitive nipple. he responded with a moan, dropping to his knees in front of you.
you took in the sight as he unclasped your jeans. his hair was a tousled mess, his lips swollen, face flushed, and eyes hungry with desire.
he pulled the material down your legs, discarding it elsewhere in the room. your matching lace panties made his mouth hang agape.
he looked up at you, âare you sure about this?â you nod, your body squirming in need of touch. he tisked with a grin, âi need words, sweetheart.â
âyes.â the words couldnât have left your lips faster.
the second he heard your consent, he dropped his head down to your lower body. he began at the edge of your thighs, licking a trail up to your inner thighs. his hands moved with purpose, swirling circles around your legs, but never in the one spot you desperately wanted.
he took his time, savoring each moment as he licked, kissed, and sucked the skin along your thighs and waist.
you wiggled as you grew impatient. he chuckled, taking a hint and suddenly pressing his tongue flat against the thin material of your black panties. your head fell back in pleasure.
he made quick work of pulling your panties to the side and licking a long stripe up your folds. your fingers find their way to his hair, where you tug and pull. that only encourages him more as he begins to lap up your core like a man starved. his nose pushes against your clit as his tongue penetrates deep inside you.
the sight of his handsome face buried between your legs made you whimper, clenching around nothing but his muscle. your juices covered the lower half of his face as he continued to please you.
âtaste so much better than i imagined.â he coos, shifting his focus from your hole to your bundle of nerves. you whimpered when his tongue circled around the little nub. he smirked against you.
âiâm gonna-â you interrupted yourself with a gasp as his ring and middle finger entered you. you stretched around his digits, leaving your mouth agape. he pulls away from your legs to look at you as he curls his fingers just the right way.
it wasnât long before he began pumping his fingers in and out of you at a merciless pace. you felt the knot in your stomach tightening as he continued his assault on your pussy.
and just as you were about to come undone on his fingers, he pulled them out. your eyes shot open and you opened your mouth to argue, but his lips crashed against yours in a hungry battle between tongues. he pulled away with a tisk.
âthink i was just going to reward you for being a brat?â he shook his head. âafter you flirted with that ass in front of everyone? gotta teach you a lesson, honey.â he undid his buckle and dress pants before allowing them to drop to the ground.
your eyes widened as he freed his thick length from the confines of his boxers. his tip was painfully throbbing, in need of release. he ran his finger over his tip, collecting precum and spreading it across his cock. he hisses at the feeling, only causing the ache between your legs to intensify.
he scoffs as you spread your legs wider for him. âsuch a needy little slut, huh? need your professors dick that bad? so pathetic.â his words send a shock straight to your core, making your legs twitch. he smirks as he steps between your legs. he grabs himself and teases your entrance. when his tip knocks at your clit thatâs when you turn into a cock drunk mess.
âplease, rafe. i need you so bad that it hurts.â his smirk widens as you beg. while keeping eye contact, he bottoms out completely in you. you want to scream at the pleasure, but all that falls from your mouth are whiney, pathetic whimpers.
he doesnât give you time to adjust before thrusting ruthlessly into your sopping cunt. his thick length stretches you out deliciously. his hand drops to your clit, rubbing in circular motions to ease the pain into pleasure.
his hand claps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head feel hazy. he continuously pounds into you. his tip kisses your cervix causing you to yell out in pure ecstasy. he smirks as he looks down at your stomach. with each thrust his cock bulges against your skin.
ârafe, itâs too much.â you breathe out, squirming around. his hand tightens around your throat and his other clings to your hips, holding you down as he fucks you.
âyou can fucking take it.â he spat, his lips connecting with yours. itâs a clash between teeth and tongues as the knot in your stomach intensifies.
he leans back in his heels, hitting a new angle. his dick hits your g-spot continuously, bringing you to your climax. you cream around his length and it spills onto the floor below you as he doesnât slow up on his thrusts.
you lay limp, clinging to his biceps as he spills inside of you. youâre thankful that youâre on the pill because nothing ever beat the feeling of his sperm painting your walls. breathlessly, he slows down his strokes. he pulls out, kneeling down and watching your mixed juices spill out of your worn-out core. using his fingers, he pushes his release back into you, marking you as his.
âi think you just earned some extra credit.â
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you take a deep breath before pulling open the door, eyes scanning the lecture hall. despite being ten minutes early to class, most of the seats are already taken. you turn quickly towards the stairs, climbing them slower than your feet want to, desiring to speed up the stairs to stop being able to see everyone's eyes and just the back of their head.
you let out a second deep breath when you get to the top, only a few students in the back row. you walk until you're as far away as possible from any other students, sinking into your chair the second you're sat down. you allow yourself a moment to breathe before working on getting your stuff out, placing your head down to just focus on lessing your anxiety.
upon picking up your head, you swear everyone's eyes are on you. you glance around towards your fellow classmates, but they've almost all turned to stare at the back row, not even trying to hide looking at you.
âwh-what is it?â you whisper to the girl in front of you, the one closest who thankfully looks nice.
âthat's rafe camerons seat.â
âwho is rafe cameron?â you question. it's the first week of classes, how could he have already claimed a seat?Â
the doors open before she can respond, and despite other students entering without anyone caring, everyone's attention shifts, his energy and presence entering the room before he does.
you instantly know that he must be rafe cameron. his eyes land on you before you can scurry to a different seat, trapping you in place, a slight smirk on his face as he casually makes his way up the stairs, and then down the aisle until he is hovering over you.
âis-is this your seat?â you manage to mumble out. âill move.â
ânah, pretty girl, you stay right there.â rafe grabs the chair next to you, pulling it closer than the allotted distance between work areas before sitting down, so close you can practically feel his leg hovering close to yours, making you shrink even more in your seat.
you can feel his eyes staring at you, paying no mind to anyone else in the classroom, even as the professor enters.
âdo you need a pencil?â you ask, reaching down to place your bag on your lap, knowing your voice just came out pathetically timid and weak.
ânope.â he hums, placing a laptop on the desk from a bag you didn't even realize he was carrying onto the table. you should have known he was the type to write notes on a laptop. you wish you had that kind of funds, but you have to head to the library every time you need to use a computer, already struggling just from the tuition alone.
you nod, keeping your head turned down as you get out your notebook, favorite mechanical pencil, and the syllabus you pre-printed out and highlighted.
âwhat's this?â rafe questions, reaching over to tap your finger, making your eyes widen at the touch, even though he just taps the bandaids around three of your fingers.
âoh! umâŚâ you move quickly to hide your hand. âi write a lot. i get sores on my hand from holding my pencil if i don't bandage them.â
âshit.â rafe laughs. âthat's intense.â
you're not sure if he's making fun of you, if he's mocking or sincere. âyeah.â you just whisper.
âwhat's your name?â he questions, head tilting to the side out of curiosity.
ây/n.â you mutter out. he's probably the first person you've introduced yourself to at college, even going as far as to manage the extra money to get a single dorm, knowing you'd need the privacy and silence to recover from the social interactions.
âim rafe. rafe cameron. where you from y/n?â
ânorfolk.â you whisper your answer, your professor starting to introduce himself, but rafe keeps talking as if he isn't going over the syllabus, and for some reason the professor ignores him.
âah, nice. im from the outer banks.â rafe nods. âyou must be pretty smart to get into duke.â
âi guess.â you shrug. you know your test scores are impressive, and you had plenty of time to start dual enrollment since you were homeschooled for high school. it's why you're technically a freshmen in a class full of sophomores and juniors.
âwhats your major?â
âgeneral literature.â you shrug. at least thats your major for now, you are considering changing to research psychology, knowing you have to figure it out soon.
âgood class for you then.â rafe chuckles, looking at the screen on the wall, words blown up large to show the name of the class LIT 290: SPECIAL TOPICS IN INTERNATIONAL LITERATURE AND CULTURE.
âwhat's your major?â you question, whispering while rafe talks at a normal volume. you wait for the professor to scold him, occasionally giving him angry glances, brows furrowed together, but the shushing never comes.
rafe shrugs. âjust kinda taking classes for now. i guess im technically in government. gonna take over my dad's development company once i graduate and he retires.â
âoh, like real estate development?â you quirk your head to the side, half listening to him, half listening to the professor as you scribble down notes.
âyup. you've probably heard of the company.â
your brows furrow as you think, not sure why he's so confident about having heard of it before, it's not like you can really name any real estate- oh.
ârafe cameron. cameron enterprises.â you mumble, eyes widening.
âexactly right.â he smirks. âyou stay in one of our dorms?â
you nod, you do in fact. there's several cameron sponsored dorms around campus, you're in east campus: cameron.
âi guess that explains a lot.â you take a deep sigh. no wonder everyone was staring at him, why the professor refuses to say anything to him, his family's company practically sponsors the entire school.
âill let you focus now.â rafe sits forward, hands coming to his keyboard as the professor begins the actual lecture.
you furiously write, nervous to miss any information, not wanting to waste the scholarship money allowing you to take this class.
ây/n.â rafe says, making you jump slightly, forgetting he was next to you, so focused in paying attention to the professor.
âyeah?â you hum, putting your notebook into your bag as the professor ends class, reminding everyone to review the syllabus and get their reading done.
âsit there next week.â he says, tapping the table in front of you before standing, striding out of the class without a care in the world, people stopping in their tracks to let him pass.
--
you can hear their whispers and footsteps, breaking the silence of the evening as you sit on front of your window, desk pushed up close as you take notes, textbook opened up, the lamp on your desk switched on as the setting sun turns the sky a warm orange with hints of pink, making the fall colors in the campus trees looking even more red.
there's a knock on your door, making you jump as the pencil clatters to the floor. you expected the whispers and footsteps to pass. certainly they must be at the wrong room.
you consider staying silent, but want them to go away, not try to knock again thinking that their friend just didn't hear them.
âhi.â you smile as you open the door. âi think you have the wrong room.â
âno, we've got the right one.â you recognize one of the three girls as the girl in front of you in lit 209, the one who told you whose seat you were in.
âim angie. this is chelsea and veronica.â she gestures to the girls behind her. âwe saw you talking to rafe. i⌠kinda overheard some of your conversation. chelsea is also from norfolk and im also studying literature. i thought we'd invite you out to join us at the dining hall.â
it takes you a second to realize what she's asking you. finding commonalities, inviting you out, basically asking you to be friends without the direct words.
âyeah.â you nod. âlet me just grab my bag.â you step into your dorm to grab your bag off the book, double checking that your student id is inside to get into the dining hall. you shove your phone into your back pocket before stepping out, not letting your anxiety stop you from making friends, you need at least one person to confide in and hang out with.
âso, where did you graduate from?â chelsea asks, the one also from norfolk.
âoh, i was homeschooled.â you hate having to explain it, but the reason why you had to drop out of public school is the same reason your heart beat is skyrocketing as you head towards the elevator, palms sweating and nervously swallowing.
âoh, nice!â chelsea smiles. âi graduated from maury high.â
you're thankful it's not the high school you pulled out of, there's no way that she would have heard about you, about your intense anxiety after you were in a car crash, then sudden disappearance from school.
the conversation shifts to the other girls high schools, veronica telling a funny story from her graduation. you occasionally chime in, but the girls seem happy to keep the conversation flowing between each other as you head out of the dorm room and through the walkways to the dining hall.
the conversation doesn't shift until you until you're sitting down at a booth.
âso, rafe, huh?â chelsea asks.
âi don't know him.â you shake your head. âi just sat next to him and offered him a pencil, really, that's it.â
âyou do know who his dad is right?â
you glance around the cafeteria, even that has signs of cameron enterprises sponsorship. âoh, i know.â
âthat's why he goes here.â angie says. âhe wouldn't have gotten in if it wasn't for his dad.â
âhe's so hot, right?â veronica giggles before taking a bite of her pizza.
âyeah, is he even better up close?â chelsea turns to ask you.
you shrug. âi mean, i wasn't really paying attention.â it's a half truth. you absolutely were aware of how attractive rafe was, but you spent all of the lecture and most of the conversation trying to avoid looking at him for fear of eye contact.
âi heard he's such a bad boy. apparently he broke like five girls hearts last year because he was sleeping with them all at the same time.â
âoh, jeez.â you cringe. you should have guessed rafe was a player, but you also don't know the truth behind the rumors.
the conversation shifts from rafe to about other boys at the school, allowing you a moment to breathe and center yourself, calming down slightly. the girls make you feel comfortable enough that you finish dinner and bid them goodbye without a major anxiety attack, but the second you get back in your dorm, you collapse into the bed and pass out.
--
you stare at the seats, wondering if you really should sit in the same one. angie looks back at you with a gentle smile, mouthing a quick âsorry.â as there's already people sitting on either side of her.
you shake your head. it's fine, you tell yourself, and pull out the chair and sit down, right in the same spot you were at last week.
rafe walks in moments later, a real smile on his face when he sees you. you glance at him quickly before looking down, fiddling with your pencil and writing random gibberish until he's sat next to you.
âso i didn't scare you off?â rafe questions, setting his laptop down and fishing out his cord to charge it. you notice the outlet inset into the table is directly in front of you, rafe having to lean over into your personal space to plug it in.
âwe can switch spots.â you blurt out, despite the cord being plenty long enough to reach.
ânah.â rafe shakes his head. âyou look pretty in my seat.â
you're not sure how you looking pretty relates, and how you would look any different sitting in the opposite chair, but your face blushes and you stammer something intelligible, making rafe smirk.
âyou're real cute, you know that right?â
âoh, i um- noooo.â you chuckle awkwardly.
âeven cuter when i make your face all red like that.â
you don't say anything in response, not sure you can even form words as you reach to press your fingers over your cheeks, willing them to cool down.
âi got something for you.â rafe reaches into his bag. he pulls out his computer and then a second laptop, making your brows furrow as he sets it in front of you, along with a charger and bluetooth mouse.
âwhat is this?â you question. youâve heard of loaner laptops through the school, but this brand is way too nice to be the one theyâre handing out to dumb college kids to give back at the end of your semester.
âa laptop. for you.â rafe says, like itâs obvious.
âi-i canât!â you shake your head as the professor begins his lecture. for once, you donât even bother to pay attention as you pick up the laptop and move it back towards rafe. âi canât afford it.â âitâs already paid for.â rafe places it back in front of you, opening it up. âthe password is my name.â he smirks as the screen turns on, illuminating your face.Â
âits too expensive, i really canât accept this.â your hands go to the keyboard despite your words, typing in his name rafecameron. you click enter, the computer unlocking for you to a clean home screen.
âits pennies to me, really. i want you to have it.â he glances at your still bandaged fingers. âso you can stop wrapping your fingers.â
âi-i donât know how to thank you.â you shake your head.
âoh,â rafe reaches back into his backpack. âi got this for you. its touchscreen.â he sets the pen for the computer next to the mouse. âin case you prefer to write over type, but please, try typing for the sake of your fingers.â
âthank you.â you smile at him, opening up a browser and logging into your email, quickly opening up google docs to take notes, attention turning only half to the professor, the other half of your mind stays focused on rafe smiling at you.
--
âhow did i know iâd find you here?â the voice makes you jump. itâs strange to hear rafes voice outside of the lecture hall, even as the weeks have gone by and youâve hung out occasionally with angie and the few friends youâve made, youâve never seen rafe outside of class.
âno one is ever here.â you look around the empty room. itâs a study room, technically met for literature majors, but youâre sure no one would say a word about rafe being inside.
âthats how i knew youâd be here.â he plops down on the seat across from you.Â
âdo you need help with your homework or something?â you ask. your professor assigned you an essay, maybe rafe is seeking out your help.
rafe lets out a scoff, looking at you with an exasperated expression. of course. you should have known he didnât need to really try on his homework to get straight aâs.
âi want to take you on a date, come on.â rafe cocks his head toward the door.
âoh!â your eyebrows rise in surprise. sure, rafe has always been flirty before and after class, but you thought it was mostly out of teasing you, riling you up, not serious enough to actually ask you on a date.
âyour choice. now or in two hours.â rafe glances at the clock on the wall.
ânow is fine.â you also look at the clock. you donât want to stay out too late, needing to get back in your dorm and work, and you also donât want to end up at a party, itâs probably your worst nightmare to be surrounded by drunk college kids shouting and dancing.
âperfect.â rafe picks up your bag when you put your stuff away, slinging it over his shoulder as you follow behind him, having to pick your pace up to keep up with his long strides.
âtaking you to dinner off campus.â rafe says, leading you out of the building and towards the parking lot. you freeze ups, eyes widening. rafe doesnât realize youâve stopped following him, stuck in place on the sidewalk, until heâs feet away from you.
âheyâŚâ rafe says softly, approaching you carefully. âyou alright?â âi-i-â you hate how much youâre stuttering, you canât help it when the nerves take over and your hands start to shake. âi donât like- um. i donât like being a passenger.â just uttering the words make that night come back to you, you trusting your friend, getting into their car, only for them to roll it repeatedly, somehow all walking away, but the scars inside of you are mental ones.
âyou can drive then.â rafe holds his keys up like an offering. âor we can eat dinner here, whatever you want.â
âim okay driving.â you trust only yourself. maybe someday youâll learn to feel safe with someone driving you, but it took you weeks to get behind the wheel with even your mom, having to use calming techniques every time youâre on the road.
âperfect.â rafe stays pretty quiet, only making small comments about how to turn on his car (youâve never been in a push to start before) and how to get to the restaurant. he doesnât even turn on the radio, seeing how nervous you are, letting you concentrate fully on driving. you do feel better when youâre in control of the vehicle, but the fear of a rogue driver hitting you is always there.
âi want to tell you something, rafe.â you say shyly, now sat at your table at a nice restaurant, wishing you would have changed into something fancier, but rafe doesnât seem to care, so you donât either.
âokay.â he nods.
âi was in a car accident in high school. thatâs why i donât like being a passenger. thats why i haveâŚâ you take a deep breath. âso much anxiety.â
âhey.â he says softly, reaching across the table. âits okay. you donât have to explain yourself to me. i like you just how you are.â
the comments angie and chelsea come to the front of your mind. âwhy do you even like me? everyone says youâre some sort of bad boy.â you donât have to point out that rafe has only ever been nice to you, ridiculously kind and generous.
âwhen i walked into the classroom that first day and saw you sitting in my seat, looking at me like thatâŚâ rafe shakes his head. âyouâre the prettiest girl iâve ever seen. i love that youâre shy. itâs cute, i swear.â âyou like my anxiety?â you giggle, sure that no man could actually mean that.
âwell, no.â rafe shakes his head, his eyes bright. âi like that youâre like a puzzle, waiting for me to solve.â âi-i donât know what to say. im not mysterious or anything.â you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
âmaybe not, but i want to figure out what makes you tick. how you like to be kissed, heldâŚâ rafe raises an eyebrow and you don't need him to say the next word as you're suddenly very interested in staring at your food.
âthere's that blush i love so much.â rafe smiles. âyou're so gorgeous.â
âthere's like, way prettier girls than me at the college. i don't get your interest in me at all. awkward and⌠shy.â you shrug.
âdon't sell yourself short.â rafe reaches across the table, squeezing your hand in his. âyou're beautiful. plus, half the girls just want me for my dad's money, and the other half hate me for sleeping around last year.â
âyeah, i kinda heard about that.â you admit, trying to concentrate on your palm to keep it from getting sweaty. âangie told me you were sleeping with five girls at the same time.â
âthey were all just hookups.â rafe shakes his head. ânever went farther than that with any of them. it isn't like that with you.â
âwell⌠it's nice to know you're serious about me.â
--
âhold your hand out.â rafe says, still sat in the same classroom, the rest of the students long gone, and with no other classes scheduled for the rest of the day, you feel like you could stay here with rafe all night.
you cup your hand and wait for whatever surprise, unsure how anything could beat the laptop he gifted you.
rafe unclips his gold chain from around his neck and drops it into your palm. âfor you to wear. if you want of course.â
âis this the college equivalent of giving me your letterman jacket?â you giggle, perception of high school skewed towards idealized versions in books and movies since you missed out on most of the personal experience.
âi would love to call you my girl.â rafe smiles softly, so genuine it makes you almost want to lean forward and plant your lips on his.
âlike⌠exclusively?â you wiggle the chain in your hand, feeling the weight shift around. certainly real gold.
âof course. i told you, im serious about you. i want you and only you, but im willing to move at your pace. if you're not ready yet, ill wait.â
you take a moment to think about it. weighing the pros and cons. con, you're inexperienced. pro, you really like rafe. con, rafe could get bored with you after a week. pro, you really like rafe. con, a boyfriend would distract from your schoolwork. pro, you really like rafe.
you hand the necklace back to rafe, watching the way his face falls, thinking it's a rejection, before you pull your hair up. âput it on for me?â
rafes smile is brighter than the sun as he strings the necklace around you, fingers gently teasing your skin, grazing against you anytime he can while he does the clip.
you smile back at rafe as you turn back towards him, feeling giddy. âso, what now?â
âwhat do you mean what now?â rafe chuckles. ânow i kiss you.â
rafe leans in as your eyes widen, heartbeat skyrocketing as you suddenly shout out. âim a virgin!â
rafe sits back in surprise and confusion.
âim a virgin, ive never had a real boyfriend and ive never had a first kiss unless you count one that happened in second grade with a boy named lincoln on the playground-â you know you're rambling, so you're thankful when rafe cuts you off.
âthat's okay.â rafe says. âi like that you're untouched. just means i need to do things right for all your firsts.â
you nod, not really understanding what he means, but knowing that you like the sound of it.
âas much as id love to lay you out on this table and wreck you-â your eyes widen at that very image. âyour first time will not be in an empty classroom, and your first kiss definitely won't be either. are you free tomorrow night?â
âim⌠kinda free whenever.â you admit. you only have homework and studying, but you're willing to move those around for dates with rafe, as long as your grades don't slip.
âwell, im about to make sure you are a very busy lady.â
--
rafe doesn't try to kiss you the following night. or the date a day later. or at your next class when you end up staying after again. you expect it to be that moment every time, but rafe keeps it slow, almost too slow.
he started with holding your hand. then wrapping his arm around his shoulder. he finally advanced to kissing you on the cheek, and while you appreciate his thoughtfulness, you're starting to go crazy.
âyou're lost in thought.â rafe says, making you shake your head and refocus on him. âi just hope it's about me and not about your upcoming assignments.â
âit's always about you.â you smile. your grades are still perfect, you just spend all your study time working hard to complete everything perfectly and quickly to get back to rafe.
âjust what i like to hear.â rafe is sat on the end of your dorm bed, twinkling fairy lights above your head as you just relax, both in casual clothes.
âdo you think you could stay the night?â you blurt out before quickly going to explain yourself. ânot to⌠have sex. but just to sleep in the same bed.â
âare you sure? you don't have to-â
ârafe!â you squeal. âi want this! i want you!â
rafes eyes widen at your outburst, probably the loudest he's ever heard your voice, before he dissolves into laughter. âive been taking this too slow, haven't it?â rafe asks as you pout and nod.
âjesus, ive been trying so hard to hold back and not fuck it up, i ended up just fucking up in the other direction. im not used to caring about girls, or anyone, this much. im sorry, y/n. you dictate the pace, not me.â
âi want you to kiss me. tonight. and i want you to stay over and cuddle and hold me.â you allow the sudden rush of boldness to loosen your tongue.
âthen that's what we will do.â rafe nods.
he doesn't kiss you immediately, he waits for the perfect moment. the lights are still on, now set to slowly fade in and out.
rafe is laying facing you, not touching you at all, but you can feel the presence, practically itching to reach out.
you're nervous, but you're not letting it stops you. as the lights dim again, your hear the movement on the bed, and then feel rafe move closer.
the second the lights begin to turn back on, rafe is on you, his lips pressed against yours. he doesn't let your first kiss be a simple peck as an arm rounds your back and pulls you into him. he leads the kiss, leaving you just to follow his movements and not stress about being perfect.
rafe slows the kiss down gradually until he pulls away, both of you taking a deep breath.
âthat⌠was amazing.â you giggle, watching the way rafes eyes light up as you laugh. âoh my god! how have i been missing out on that?â
âwanna do it again?âÂ
âyes!â
rafe kisses you until you start to feel dizzy, having to remind yourself to breathe as he holds you close, but it's still not enough.
you sling a leg over his hips, attempting to pull your bodies flush together when rafe suddenly turns onto his back.
âi don't think you want to do that, baby.âÂ
âwhy- oh!â you're about to question the sudden change of attitude when you look down rafes body and see how your kissing has affected one particular part of his body.
âi can't help that you're really sexy, but we aren't doing this tonight in your college dorm. i need to lay you out and make you cum many times in a place where you can be as loud as you want.â
âshould i⌠put on a tv show until it's gone then we can cuddle and sleep?â you offer, trying to ignore his words despite knowing your face is now beet red.
âi don't know if ill ever be fully soft when laying in bed with you, but that will definitely help.â
--
âyou have to tell me everything.â angie says, a plate of fries pushed between you to share.
âoh my god he's just⌠such a gentleman, which i never expected just based off-â you wave your hands around. âeverything.â
âthat's good because i don't care who his dad is or how rich he is, if he was treating you bad id kick his ass.â
you let out a soft giggle. âi don't think he's gonna mess this up but if he does, ill remember that.â
you both groan as you glance at the clock. you can only spend so much time talking with your new friend when you're supposed to be studying.
âalright.â you pull out your textbook along with the laptop rafe gave you. rafecameron. you didn't even think about changing the password.
âhow many words is this essay supposed to be again?â angie hums, also powering on her laptop.
â2,000.â you roll your eyes. âwhich is just so ridiculous you know the professor isn't reading everyone's.â
âhe probably puts them into some ai grader shit.â angie agrees. you both quickly get to work, even getting a refill of fries. you've found that when you have a friend with you you prefer working in the dining area.
âhey baby, i figured you were down here.â rafe slides into the seat next to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. âhow's the essay?â
âactually im pretty much done.â you shrug. you know you have a talent for writing, but its when the topic genuinely interests you. âjust don't really know how to end it.â
âcan i help?â rafe asks. you nod and angle the screen towards him, letting him read over the words.
âoh my god.â angie mouths to you, glancing between you and rafe.
you blush and duck your head, resting your shoulder against rafes as he reads, watching as he types out a couple sentences to finish off your conclusion paragraph.
âwait, shit, thats perfect.â you pull the laptop back close, checking the word count quickly to confirm you've hit your minimum amount.
âjeez, can you help me with mine too?â angie asks, her eyebrows furrowing together.
âill read over it.â rafe shrugs. âafterall,â he looks to you. ây/ns friends are my friends.â
--
you gasp when you get back from your shower to find rafe laying in your bed. he immediately tosses aside his phone that he was mindlessly scrolling on.
âmissed you.â rafe tugs on your hips as you step closer. your mouth presses against him, the kisses calming your anxiety rather than spiking it like you originally worried it would.
rafes hands stay on your hips as he pulls you down onto the bed, allowing you to fall forward against him, bouncing softly on the springy mattress.
âyou're gonna end up missing me a lot over break.â you chuckle softly, knowing a week off is coming up soon.
âabout thatâŚâ rafe flips so you're both on your sides, facing each other. âwhat's your plans? driving home to norfolk?â
âactually, i was just gonna stay here.â you shrug. âthe college let's out of state kids stay in their dorms during the holiday breaks and i applied for special permission.â
âwell, you won't need that.â rafe says. âthat is, if you want to come to the outer banks with me.â
âoh- oh my god! yes.â you nod quickly. despite not living far away, you've never actually been to the area before, and you've grown used to rafes constant presence. you're not sure what a week would be like without him.
âmy family is out of town until friday anyways, so we will have the place to ourselves for most of the timeâŚâ rafes hand moves to your lower back, tugging you in close to him. you understand the implication and despite everything, you only feel excitement and anticipation.
--
âhere ya go.â rafe hands you his car keys. you never had to reiterate your need to be in control of any vehicle, rafe just went along with it without pushing.
âactuallyâŚâ you swallow harshly. âyou can drive.â
âbaby.â a smile breaks out on rafes face as he talks softly, carefully helping you into the passenger seat, making sure to keep everything slow and relaxed.
âi trust you.â you tell rafe, pulling him in for a quick kiss. âjust⌠don't speed.â
âi wouldn't even think about that.â rafe says, kissing your forehead. âive got special cargo.â
you giggle and roll your eyes, surprised how corny rafe has become as you both fall further.
rafe seems to have a sense of when your anxiety spikes. he moves to the drivers seat and just stays there for a moment while you breathe, not even turning the car on until you give him a slight nod.
you can tell he's going the long way, turning around a couple side streets to avoid getting onto the highway home too soon.
âill go this speed the whole way if that's what you need.â rafe says when he pauses at a stop sign.
âjust a little more around the neighborhood and ill be fine.â you assure him. you reach over and lay a hand on rafes arm as he drives, the physical connection allowing you to take a deep breath.
when rafe eventually pulls onto the highway, you find yourself breathing regularly, mind racing through all the coping mechanisms the therapist who saw you after the car crash taught you.
âim⌠im actually doing okay.â you admit to rafe, leaning forward to turn the radio on but keeping the music turned downed low. âthank you.â
âim just glad you trust me.â rafe reaches over and squeezes your thigh before quickly putting both his hands back on the wheel. âit's a long drive for you to do solo.â
in truth it's not much longer than the drive from duke to norfolk, but you're glad that you can relax as the hour passes.Â
everytime your mind wanders, or worry strikes about a crazed driver hitting you, you just look to rafe and allow yourself to breathe.
you even manage to lay your car seat back.Â
rafe smiles over at you as he watches your eyes blinking slowly, recognizing the sure signs of sleep as you end up napping the rest of the way to his house.
âdarlingâŚâ rafe says softly, rubbing his hand over your thigh.
you wake up with a start, gasping and sitting up, looking around rapidly.
âhey, hey.â rafe says softly, pulling you into a somewhat awkward hug over the center console. âit's okay. you're safe. we're at my home.â
you press your face into rafes chest and inhale his familiar scent. he doesn't bring up the anxiety spike as he gets out of the car.
you're about to step out when you look at your surroundings, jaw dropping at the stunning house in front of you.
ârafe- this. this place is beautiful.â you allow rafe to help you stand, stretching your legs out. your bags can come in later, you need a tour immediately.
âwelcome to tanneyhill.â
--
âwe'll have to go out on the boat tomorrow.â rafe twirls a strand of your hair around his finger. âwhat do you want to eat? we can make something or we can order inâŚâ
you let out a yawn, the nap on the drive just making you more tired now that the excitement of seeing rafes home has worn off somewhat.
âpizza is fine.â you hum, snuggling closer to rafe on the expansive couch. âyour house is very pretty.â
âbutâŚâ
âbut what?â you look up at rafe. âi mean it's⌠it's so grand.â
âbut impersonal, right?â rafe reads you so well. âit's just not my families style. no pictures of us kids on the wall or sports medals hung up. it's gotta be kept perfect.â
âthat's not how i want our house to be one day.â you frown, eyes widening when you realize what you just said.
ârelax, princess.â rafe says when he feels you stiffen up. âi imagine what it'll be like to live together some day too. in fact, i think for next semester you can ditch your little dorm and stay with me.â
âmove from east campus: cameron to cameron hall?â you giggle at how everything is named after his family.
âexactly.â rafe hums. âbecause just the walk to the east side of campus is too far from me.â
âyou're⌠too damn sweet.â you press a kiss to rafes lips, groaning when your phone buzzing distracts you from deepening it.
âwho is it?â rafe asks, confident it's probably angie or veronica.
âmy⌠my friend from high school.â you quickly sit the phone face down on the coffee table.
âthe friend?â
âyes.â you say bitterly, knowing it's not rafe you're really snapping back up but rather the âfriendâ who still has the audacity to message you even after causing the car wreck that ruined your life.
âit's the anniversary coming up and⌠i know she's said sorry a million times already, but i just don't want to hear it. i just want to put everything behind me.â you let the words out in a rush.
âmaybe what your friend needs for her to heal is to know you've heard it.â
you look at rafe, blinking at him as your mind works. âwhat are you doing being so wise?â
rafe breaks the tension with a laugh. âhonestly, im just quoting back shit my dad has said and hoping it works.â
âcan't wait to meet your dad then if he's anything like you.â you smile, trying to keep up the light attitude when rafes face drops slightly. there's such a small difference you barely even pick up on it.Â
ârafe?â
âmy dad⌠isnt my biggest fan.â
âbut he's your father.â you question, laying back down, slotting your arms around rafe instead of the usual other way around.
âyeah, and therefore anytime i differ slightly from him, it's a huge disappointment.â
âwell⌠then fuck him.â
rafes eyebrows raise up at your bold words, not used to sharing you cuss often and definitely not against someone.
âyou're the best and if he doesn't see that, then that's his loss. if he doesn't completely love you, he's out of his mind because he's known you all your life and ive only known for a couple months and i love you.â
rafe launches forward, lips pressing harshly against yours, a mix of tongue and lips sliding over each other's as you kiss. the passion rafe is putting in is unlike any other time, and you know what you want.
âtake me upstairs, rafe.â you nod as he looks at you for confirmation.
rafe picks you up, carrying you effortlessly up the stairs until he's in his bedroom and placing you gently down on the soft sheets.
âare you sure?â rafe asks, hovering over top of you.
âim sure. i love you. i want this.â
rafe nods, then gulps. âwhy am i the one nervous now.â he ducks his head, and you swear you see the slightest tinge of pink on his cheeks. âi love you too. ive never said that to anyone before but⌠i love you. i am in love with you. i want you and only you.â
âoh, rafe.â you coo out, sitting up to kiss him. you intend for it to be a soft kiss, a gentle caress but it quickly turns fiery.
âgod, you've turned me soft.â rafe says, making you laugh.
ânot all of youâŚâ you can feel a certain part pressing against you that is not soft at all.
âyeah, but he'll have to wait. not his turn yet. firstâŚâ rafe smirks at you. âi need to worship you with my hands. then my mouth. and then ill take you properly.â
rafe gives you no time to complain as his hands delve under your shirt, stroking the soft skin of your stomach, eyes staying on your face in case even a flicker of doubt comes across it.
his hands slowly move up until he's cupping your chest over your bra, keeping everything concealed by your shirt as you get used to the feeling of his large palms engulfing your breast.
âtake my shirt off.â you tell rafe. âim okay.âÂ
rafe nods, but his movements are still slow as he peels your top away. âyou're a lot better than okay, baby.â
you can feel rafes eyes on your chest, but it just makes you happy, wanting to share this with him and only him. you make the next move, reaching behind your back to unclip your bra.
âshh, slow down.â rafes hands cover yours. âi know you want this, but let me just⌠appreciate you.â
rafe nudges your legs apart and lowers himself in between, pressing kisses against your stomach. his movements are so soft, covering your entire belly before moving up.
rafe kisses over the swell of your breast that's pressing against your bra cup, tongue occasionally flicking out to tease underneath the fabric.
rafe picks his head up to ask if you're still doing okay, but upon seeing your face, he knows he doesn't need to.Â
your eyes are already glazed over, blissed out and mouth ajar as you slowly blink down at rafe. âmore.â
rafe smiles and tugs your bra away, mouth dropping over your nipple with his fingers find the other side, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the bud as his tongue does the same.
his movements continue until your nipples harden. he pulls away only to quickly switch to the other side.
âfeels good.â you whimper, hands finding the back of rafes head, holding him to your chest.
ânot as good as it feels to have my mouth on you.â rafe moans against your skin, tongue flicking out to press against your breast like he can't get enough of it.
âyou can⌠you can touch me umâŚâ you're about to say down there which just sounds stupid, but rafe thankfully understands you, his hand reaching down to graze his fingertips over your thighs.
he continues teasing, sweeping every time closer to your center until he delves between, finger rubbing against your covered clit as you gasp, back arching off the bed.
âdoes that feel good?â rafe asks, a smirk gracing his cheeks.
ây-yeah.â you nod quickly, spreading your legs slightly, ignoring the urge to clench them together and trap rafes hand there.
âcan i get these leggings out of the way then?â
âtake your shirt off first.â you giggle, looking between your exposed body and rafe still completely clothed.
âyes maâam.â rafe jokes, making you roll your eyes.
you've seen rafe shirtless before, but this is the first time you've been able to unashamedly check him out as your eyes take in every inch of him, every line of muscle and smattering of hair.
rafe is well aware of your eyes on him, subtly flexing his muscles to make them appear bigger as he peels your leggings off your body. you let out a sigh of relief.
rafe presses himself onto the mattress on your side, partly leaned over you so he can continue to play with your chest.
you allow your eyes to close as his hand rubs against your underwear, swirling over the growing wet patch before moving up to your clit, tapping against it before rubbing.
you let out a soft moan, unable to hold back as a high builds inside of you. rafe suddenly presses forward, his hips thrusting against thigh, needing some sort of relief for his hard cock.
âyou⌠you can fuck me now.â you tell rafe, not wanting to have him suffer in waiting.
âtwo orgasms first.â rafe says, focusing back on rubbing your clit, determined to get you there once before diving between your legs, even though he could drool right now just from the thought.
âi- ohhh.â whatever you were going to say in protest is forgotten as rafe adds a second finger, working them in sync around and over your clit.
âcome on baby.â rafe says, breath hot against your neck as he moves up, pressing kisses and nipping gently at your sensitive skin. âi need you to cum for me.â
rafes mouth connects with yours, swallowing your moans as your arms wrap around his shoulders. it only takes a few more moments of his intense rubbing for you to feel something break. your high rushes over you as you cum loudly, squealing and hiding your face in rafes neck as your entire body shakes, surprised by how intense the feeling is.
âi got you.â rafe says softly, his fingers slowing to take you through your high, not stopping until your body slumps against the mattress.
âgod, that was beautiful baby.â rafe kisses your forehead, not caring that there's the slightest sheen of sweat covering it. âif you need to stop nowâŚâ
âno!â you say quickly, eyes shooting open. âabsolutely not, i need you.â
âgonna take your panties off then, yeah?â rafe makes sure you nod before moving lower, sighing with happiness as he pulls the last barrier away.Â
you don't even hesitate for a second before spreading your legs wide, letting rafe see every single part of you.
rafe looks up at you, a sense of seriousness in his eyes and tone. âyou're beautiful. you're absolutely beautiful.â
rafe leans forward, and all it takes is a quick lick through your wetness to have you screaming out in pleasure.
âdelicious.â rafe mumbles, pushing his hips into the bed for some relief as his tongue explores your pussy, purposely avoiding your clit knowing you're still coming down from your high.
âi- oh my god.â you squeeze your eyes shut as your hands grip onto the sheets. âi never thought it could feel so good.â
âonly because you're with me baby.â rafe presses kisses to your open thighs. âno other man could make you feel this good.â
you chuckle and shake your head. ârelax rafe, im not thinking about anyone else, trust me.â
âjust making sure.â rafe grins up at you.
his attention quickly returns to your cunt as his tongue makes broad stripes through your folds, flicking over your clit every time he reaches it.
you're almost sure that you can't cum again so soon, that your body surely isn't able to, but your high builds steadily with every swipe of rafes tongue.
despite pressing his hips forward into the bed, rafe barely pays attention to himself, too wrapped up in swirling his tongue to taste every inch of you, wondering how he managed to hold off so long when he's spent so many nights in the same bed as you.
rafe refocuses on your clit, lips suctioning around it as his eyes flicker up to you, watching the surprise and pleasure across your face.
rafe knows he can't let you cum too soon as he raises his hand to prod a finger against your entrance. rafe can tell by how wet you are that opening you up should be easy and painless, and he couldn't probably enter you right now with no issue, but he won't risk it.
rafe keeps his eyes on your face as one long finger pushes inside of you, feeling your gummy walls clench around him at the sudden intrusion, but your face doesn't change from the consistent moans.
rafe begins to pump the finger as his tongue surges forward to press against your clit, tapping the bundle of nerves in the same rhythm as his finger entering you.
âoh- oh my god im close!â you squeal, only spurred closer when rafe fits a second finger inside, your slick making it easy and seamless.
rafe picks up the speed, occasionally scissoring his fingers and feeling your walls give way to his movements.
you thighs attempt to close, the pressure suddenly sending you over the edge, but rafe lays a hand against your leg and keeps them open as your high hits, body shaking as you scream out, clenching repeatedly around rafes fingers.
âmmm.â rafe hums against your clit, pulling away only to press a kiss to your core. âcan't wait to feel you squeezing âround my cock like that.â
rafe kneels between your legs, watching your chest rise and fall, your nipples perky and pink from his attention. your body is completely slack from the intensity of the two orgasms as rafe undoes the buttons on his pants.
âdo you want me to⌠do anything?â you ask.
âno.â rafe shakes his head. âthis is all about you baby. ill teach you exactly how i like to be touched some other time.â
âokay.â you nod, glad that you can just relax and let rafe do all the work, especially knowing he's far more experienced than you are.
âyou can touch me if you want though.â rafe offers, tugging his pants down so just his underwear is covering his cock, tight against his thighs and clearly bulging against the material.
âi- yeah.â you sit up, forcing your tired body through with the excitement and adrenaline of finally doing this with rafe.
your hand pets over his thigh, moving closer and closer until his cock twitches like it's calling out for you to touch him.
you place your hand firmly over his length, squeezing gently as rafes jaw drops open. such a simple motion but he's surprised how much better it feels having it be you touching him rather than a random girl he has no feelings for.
âgod, baby.â rafe groans as you open your palm and stroke it over his length from base to tip. âyou're already making me feel so good.â
âwant me to keep going?â
rafe is so lost in the feeling he doesn't even realize you've asked him a question until a minute later when his hand rests over yours, stopping you. âno, in fact, i need you to stop before this ends way too soon.â
you can't help but giggle, wrapping your hand around rafes neck and giving him a kiss. âhow do you want me?â
âyou can lay on your back, or hands and knees, however you want. you can be on top too.â rafe offers as he reaches to his nightstand, digging out a condom.
âum⌠ill just stay like this.â you say, laying back, knowing you can change your mind later if you need to.
âperfect.â rafe smiles at you, leaning over to press a kiss to your tummy. âyou're so perfect.â
you're about to respond when rafe pulls his underwear down and all other thoughts leave your mind.
âlike what you see?â rafe smirks, his cock hard and seeming even bigger now that its not hidden by any fabric.
you squeeze your thighs together, and it's the only cue rafe needs to see to understand how much you want this. he wastes no time rolling the condom over his cock, sheathing himself in the latex. it's a non negotiable for your first time, not wanting to overwhelm you with worry about getting pregnant or not liking the feeling of his cum inside you.
rafe is excited for the day when he doesn't need a barrier, but he can wait for you.
âjust relax.â rafe says, laying himself down over you. âit'll be better if you don't tighten your muscles. if it does hurt at all-â
you interrupt rafe with a kiss. âill tell you. i know.â
rafe smiles at you, his cheeks stretching even further when his cock pushes forward and rubs through your folds, covering the condom in your slick.
rafe reaches down to line his cock up with your entrance, pushing in very slowly just in case you change your mind at any minute. he pauses when he feels your hips rise up and body tighten, only for you to take a deep breath and relax a moment later.
âfeel so good, baby.â rafe says earnestly, pausing fully pushed inside of you, letting himself enjoy your warmth.
âi- just give me one second.â rafe pushing against your walls feels good, but you need a moment to adjust, hips moving up and down then side to side. âokay.â you nod. âyou can move now.â
rafe presses a kiss to your lips as he begins to move, the make out turning into open mouthed moans as his hips swing back and forth, fucking into you with a steady rhythm.
âohhhh!â you moan out as rafe speeds up slightly, your hands coming to hold onto his biceps, bulging as he keeps himself held up above you.
âthat's it, baby.â rafe praises you as your thighs spread further apart, opening your pussy further for him.Â
âi really like it.â you whine, back arching as rafe digs his cock in deeper, pausing every couple thrusts to circle his hips and grind into you.
âi like it too.â rafe hums. âbest ive ever had.â
you roll your eyes, certain any of his other hookups are more experienced and a better time than you, but rafe won't let your doubts slide.
âim serious, baby.â rafe says, not pausing his thrusts as he speaks. âit's because i am completely in love with you.â
âcome here.â you pull rafe into a kiss, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to keep him close.
âyou're so good i don't know how long ill last.â rafe admits.
âi-i already think i could too.â you giggle. âif you just touch me down there.â
âim gonna hold off as long as possible though.â rafe vows. âwanna give you the best time.â
âyou already have.â you kiss rafe deeply, obsessed with the taste of his lips, the way they slide against yours and his tongue pokes out to enter your mouth, exploring every inch he can.
rafe picks up his pace and depth of his thrusts, knowing now that you've had plenty of time to get used to the feeling. despite wanting to give you the best experience and focus just on the pleasure of being together, he has to put his mind elsewhere to not cum too soon.
âso wet.â rafe groans, head tipping back as the sounds of your wetness gushing with his every thrust, the sound invading his ears along with the slapping of skin.
âive never felt like this before.â you admit shyly.
âyou're gonna feel this a lot more often.â rafe laughs softly, swallowing thickly when he realizes just seeing your smile and the light in your eyes pushes him closer to the edge.
âgonna touch you now, baby.â rafe shifts his weight slightly to one side, hand ghosting down your stomach before he places the pad of his thumb directly over your clit.
âoh, oh!â you squeal. ârafe!â
rafe keeps pumping into you as you moan, your high suddenly bursting forward, unable to hold back even a second longer as your legs wrap around rafes hips and pull him in.
rafe let's out a sigh of relief as he cums as deep inside of you as he can, bodies pressed flush together.
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âdo you have sunscreen?â you ask. âi know it's autumn and we aren't going to be swimming but it's still pretty bright out.â
âyeah, already got some in the bag.â rafe had woken up early and stayed cuddling you in bed for as long as he could before knowing he needed to get the day started.
while he let your body recover from last night activities, he prepared every single boat anchored on the dock so you could choose any one you wanted, as well as prepared a bag and cooler for the day.
by the time rafe crawled back into bed, you were blinking your eyes open.
âperfect.â you smile and give rafe a quick peck, taking the bag from his hands so he can carry the cooler. you shot down his protest with a quick look.
âfine.â rafe grumbles. âyou can carry this one thing.â
âconsidering i don't even have to lift a finger when you're around, i really don't mind.â you chuckle, following rafe out the back door and across the patio to the long expansive dock stretching deep into the water.
âsoâŚâ rafe begins. âthere's a smaller speedboat, a pontoon and then obviously the yacht.â
âis it okay if we take the pontoon?â you ask.
âanything you want.â rafe nods. âwe got the pontoon for wheezie and her friends, but it's a nice smooth ride and a lot of space. when it gets warmer out im absolutely taking you for a swim.â
âthat actually sounds really fun.â you admit. you swam in the ocean a lot in norfolk, always going to virginia beach to be alone with the sand and the calming waves whenever your anxiety levels got too high.
âmhm.â rafe nods. âfun for me too, get you out in a tiny little bikini, away from all other peopleâŚâ
âoh my god.â you roll your eyes as you laugh. âwe had sex once and you're already fantasizing!â
âi was fantasizing about you since the moment i saw you in my seat.â rafe takes the cooler and sets it on the pontoon before taking the bag from you. âi was just gentlemanly enough to keep it to myself.â
âsure.â you roll your eyes again, but it's all in jest, rafe knows you find him hilarious and love his silly jokes. rafe, to prove his gentleman status, reaches a hand down to help you up onto the boat.
âsoâŚâ rafe gives you a quick tour, showing you where towels are stored, even though you're not planning on swimming, and lifejackets, just in case.
âbut seriously, it's basically impossible to sink a pontoon. you're very safe.â rafe stresses.
âit's okay.â you say. âi trust you, really.â
âmy girl.â rafe pulls you onto his lap as he sits down in the captains seat.
rafe navigates easily through the waters, pointing out different landmarks along the coast. âthank you for showing me your home.â you tell rafe, pressing your back into his chest as you round a cove and the wind picks up slightly. âill show you norfolk one day but it's not as pretty as here.â
âi can't wait to raise kids here.â rafe says. âteach them how to fish and golf and drive the boats.â
âyou think about kids?â you turn on rafes thigh to look at him rather than the scenery.
âour kids.â rafe winks at you, causing you to giggle and press your face into his neck, but he really means it, especially bringing you back to his home. he could imagine toddlers footsteps running around tanneyhill.
âyou're sweet.â you kiss his cheek.
âdon't let that get around.â rafe squeezes your hip as he steers with one hand. âit'll ruin my reputation around here.â
âoh yeah?â you raise your eyebrows. âtell me more about this reputationâŚâ
you happily listen to rafe talk until your stomach starts to growl. he picks up on it quickly, moving the boat further out so you can float down the coast while you eat.
you continue to talk all through lunch, snacking on what rafe had packed.
âthere's a million things i want to show you around the island, which means you'll have to start spending all your breaks here if you're not going home.â
âlet's see how your family likes me firstâŚâ you mutter, giving rafe a look.
ârelax. they'll love you. my dad will just be happy i found someone serious. that was the main point of him sending me to duke, was to get my shit together. and i look at you⌠and i want to be perfect for you. i love you so much.â
--
âthis movie is boring.â you groan. âhow can you make a movie about sharks and have it be boring as hell?â
âwe can change it.â rafe offers, going to grab the remote when you stop him.
âno, im too deep into it now. i just want to complain.â rafe nods at your explanation and cuddles back into the couch, pulling you in tight to him.
âwellâŚâ he whispers in your ear, breath causing you to shiver. âsince you're bored, how about i entertain you?â
you're not sure what rafe means until his hand pushes between your thighs, three fingers pressing against your core and rubbing.
âohhh.â you moan out softly, eyes fluttering closed.Â
âsorry, love.â rafe says. âi couldn't wait until we got up into bed, not with my family getting home tomorrow. i need you too bad.â
âin⌠in my pants, please.â you take rafes hand, moving quicker for him to slip it below the hem and into your pajama pants, where rafe is pleased to find you aren't wearing any underwear.
his fingers stroke through your folds, feeling your wetness steadily growing before his finger prods against your entrance, slipping in with ease.
rafe watches as your eyes open to watch a scene playing out on the television before they close again when another boring part comes on, another monologue when you expected action.
âfeel good?â rafe asks, glad that you aggressively nod.Â
âdon't you dare stop.â you spread your thighs a little wider, having to lift a leg over his to give him even more room to press into you, hand pressing in so his palm can rub against your clit.
âas soon as this stupid movie is done im taking you upstairs and fucking you so hard.â rafe growls the last words, putting all the effort he can into fingering you and massaging your clit that he possibly can.
his eyes light up when your back arches, mouth opening as small moans fall from your lips before you turn into a shaking mess as your high breaks, reaching down to stop rafes hand as you immediately become oversensitive.
âyum.â rafe says, pulling his hand away to lick your wetness off his fingers.
âill just read the synopsis later, come on.â you tell rafe, standing up off the couch and pulling him up the stairs.
--
âplease, call me ward.â rafes father says, graciously giving you a hug.
âwell, it's nice to meet all of you.â you say with a wide smile on your face to hide your nerves, looking between rafes step mom rose and his littlest sister wheezie who looks genuinely excited to meet you. âand thank you so much for letting me stay in your beautiful home.â
âwe were so glad when rafe told us he met someone.â rose lays a hand over her chest. âand my goodness, you're just even better than we imagined.
âshe's a keeper for sure.â rafe places an arm around your waist, smiling down at you as you tuck your head down, cheeks tinging pink.
âso, you've got to tell us all about yourself.â ward sweeps his arm towards the living room, and soon you're all chatting on the couch that rafe fingered you on the night before. you push the memory to the back of your mind as you answer all of wards questions (and occasionally a few from wheezie).
âim a duke alumni myself.â ward says.
âoh, im well aware.â you chuckle. âyour name is plastered all over the school. i think it's amazing that you invest in your alma mater.â
hours go by, rose insisting you all eat dinner together, before rafe finally has you alone in his room.
âgod, they love you.â rafe says, watching you while you changing into pajamas, making him promise he wouldn't try anything with his parents under the same roof.
âi was trying to say all the right things.â you giggle. âi really like wheezie though, she's sweet.â
âim sure she won't argue if you want to take her out shopping tomorrow.â rafe offers.
âid actually love that. maybe ill invite sarah too so i can actually meet her.â sarah had ward drop her off at her boyfriend's house before they even came back home from their vacation, but you can't blame her for being a teen in love.
âill give you my card then.â rafe says. you roll your eyes. rafe pays for everything, not that it even makes a dent in what you know he's being given as an allowance from ward and cameron enterprises.
âthanks babe.â you climb into bed, snuggling under the covers as rafe sets an alarm on his phone and makes sure both of yours are plugged in and charging.
âcome here.â rafe opens up his arms once he's also under the covers, and you're glad to snuggle into his chest, heart rate instantly slowing and breathing deepening just from your cheek being pressed against his tshirt.
--
ârafe.â you hum, placing a hand on his thigh as he starts up the car.
âyeah baby?â rafe is fully prepared for you to ask to drive, or tell him you're not ready to go yet. he's willing to make whatever concessions needed to get you back to duke.
âcan we make a stop in rahleigh? that's where my⌠friend from high school lives now, and id like to stop by quickly and just tell her im okay and that i accept her apologies.â
rafe nods, blinking away a few tears as he reaches over to give you a tight hug. âim so proud of you baby.â
you press your face into rafes neck, knowing you can do this when you have rafe by your side.
-- four years later --
âare you nervous?â rafe asks, watching you adjust the cap on your head.
âactually, no.â you admit honestly. âand if i do get nervous,â you turn away to face rafe. âill just look at you.â
âoh god, come here.â rafe pulls you in tight, kissing the top of your head.Â
âalright, come on.â you step out of the hug before it can go any further. âi dont wanna be late to my own graduation.â
âah, you know i can delay it all with one phone call.â rafe tugs on your hand, tempting you back towards the bed.
âshow off.â you roll your eyes, allowing rafe to pull you back to the mattress.
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â˘Â°. *ŕż HIDDEN PLEASURE
pairing: professor!rafe x reader warnings: oral (m receiving), slight exhibitionism, 18+ mdni word count: 679 a/n: requested by @nemesyaaa
âOh fuckâŚâ he heavily breathed out, your hands running up his thighs to his bulge, palming him through his slacks. Rafe looked down at you and couldnât help but notice how pretty you looked, your thick lashes fluttering at him and lips glistening with lipgloss.
You pop the button of his slacks, his hips lifting from the chair to let you pull his slacks and boxers down. You pull a moan from him when your hand grips his length. You didnât waste any time, licking a stripe from the bottom of his base to the head, swirling your tongue before wrapping your lips around him.Â
Heâs watching as you take more of him into your warm, wet mouth, bobbing your head up and down. âGoddamnâ he moans when your lips suction around him, the lipgloss adorning your plump lips creating nothing but a sticky mess.Â
He heard footsteps approaching, âShitâ he cursed, pulling your head back, his cock slipping from your mouth the second the door swung open as his students filed into the room.Â
He was thankful his students couldnât see a thing, his desk covering him from the waist up, his slacks pooling around his ankles, and more importantly, hiding the fact you were under his desk.Â
As his students were distracted, scrambling to find their seats, he looked down at you, holding his pointer finger to his lip to let you know not to make any sudden noises. You huffed, nodding because you knew you had to stay under his desk until his lecture was over.Â
Luckily for him, he planned ahead of time to give an exam today which meant he wasnât required to get out of his seat. As he went over the rules and procedures, you couldnât help but notice he was still hard, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth as an idea popped into your head.Â
As soon as his students grabbed a test from the empty teaching assistantâs desk and started, you wasted no time scooting closer to him, wrapping your hand back around his thick shaft. Rafe didnât have a chance to process what you were doing as you dipped your head down to circle your tongue around his tip before your lips envelope around his head, sucking softly.Â
âFuck, babyâ he mutters under his breath, eyes flickering to look at you between his muscular thighs, fingers digging into the roots of your hair. You push your head further down, earning a groan from him and he quickly covers it by clearing his throat when he notices his students looking over at him. He had to keep his eyes on the class to ensure they werenât cheating but it was getting difficult for him not to want to look down to watch you sucking him off.Â
He rests his chin on his hand, covering his mouth to stifle his small groans of pleasure when he feels the back of your throat hitting at his tip. Your cheeks hollow around him, slowly bobbing your head up and down while your hand pumps at his base. âShitâŚjust like that, sweetheartâ he whispered and you hum in response to his praises, sending vibrations up his spine.Â
Rafe leans back into his chair, groaning softly when he looks down at you to see you looking up at him through your thick lashes, âYouâre fuckinâ killing me, sweetheartâ he mutters under his breath, low enough for you to hear. His grip on your hair tightens, pushing and pulling your head along his dick, your saliva coating him entirely, âLook at you, drooling all over my dickâ.Â
His students were too focused on their exams to notice but the thought of getting caught and the way your mouth felt around him had his abs constricting as he was close to busting in your mouth, âFuck, âm gonna cumâ.
You feel his cock twitch in your mouth, his large hand pushing your head down, holding you there as he comes undone, thick ropes of cum spill down your throat.
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Meeting his daughter -Rafe Cameron
Summary: You meet his daughter for the first time and you are kind of nervous.
Warnings: Fluff, Age Gap, mention of divorce, mention of taboo topic, not proofread, English is not my first language
Pairing: Professor!Rafe x Reader
Rafe told you the truth. After that night he and his wife talked about a divorce and both agreed with their decision. The only thing Rafe didn't tell his wife was that you were his student.
To your surprise, his now ex-wife was not as cruel as you thought. She was actually quite nice. She was willing to allow Rafe to visit his daughter whenever he wanted and had every second weekend designated as dad weekend.
His daughter's name was Daisy and she was a literal angel-at least that's what Rafe told you.
Today it was your first time to meet her. To say that you were scared was an understatement.
"Y/n, calm down. She will love you." Rafe chuckled, watching as you paced around his expensive home.
You placed the chocolate cake you had made on the table before you started to look for any dirty spots you could possibly clean.
"I am the reason her parents divorced," You mumbled, wiping over the marble floor.
"That's not true, and you know it. Neither of us was happy in that marriage, and it was definitely not a great environment for a child." Rafe sighed, laying his hand over yours to stop you from cleaning.
You looked at his beautiful blue eyes, kissing his cheek.
You loved moments like this. When it was just you and Rafe, you could be a normal couple before having to hide again at college or anywhere you went.
"I love you," Rafe smiled, his eyes holding nothing but honesty.
"I love you too," You wanted to lean in and kiss him when the doorbell suddenly interrupted you.
Rafe gave you a reassuring nod, before he opened the front door, revealing Daisy and her mother.
"Daddy," She let out an enthusiastic scream and ran into his open arms.
"I missed you too, pumpkin." He said in a gentle tone.
You stood there, watching the scene in awe. It was one of Rafe's sides, that not a lot of people were allowed to see since it made him vulnerable.
"Hi, Y/n." Rafe's ex greeted you. You had already met her a few weeks ago and somehow the two of you got along really well, even when you were the complete opposite of her.
"Hi, nice to meet you again," You smiled and took Daisy's backpack out of her hand.
A moment later, Daisy let go of her dad and turned to her mother.
"Have fun with Daddy and Y/n, I will see you on Sunday." She kissed her daughter's forehead and gave her a big hug.
Afterwards, she walked to her car, and Rafe closed the door before turning to his daughter, "I want you to meet my girlfriend Y/n."
Butterflies interrupted in your stomach at his use of words.
Daisy looked at you with curious eyes, but turned to Rafe quickly, signalling him to pick her up which he immediately did.
"She is really pretty," She tried to whisper but you heard her clearly.
Rafe chuckled, "I know."
Daisy turned her head towards you, "My name is Daisy, I am three years old and my favourite colour is blue."
This little girl was adorable and you couldn't help but melt at her words, "Hi, I am Y/n, I am 21 years old and my favourite colour is Y/f/c."
Of course, it was a silly introduction, but you wanted to make her happy and it seemed like it worked.
"Do you want to see my toys?" She asked, her eyes full of hope.
You quickly nodded, "I would love to."
Rafe set her down, and she immediately took your hand, pulling you into the living room.
Rafe stood in the doorframe, watching you play with his daughter.
This was a new chapter of his life, and he was excited to explore it with you by his side.
A.N; Please donât be mad at me that this chapter is full of fluff and Daisy and her mom actually have no problem with the readerđ
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played me like a clarinet - rafe cameron (two)
request: "Desperately-on my knees-begging for a ''She's all that'' from 1999, with Popular Rafe x Reader. Ooouff, and you want that soul crushing heartbreak when she finds out about the bet he had made" pairing: rafe x smart!nerdy!reader. warnings: more angst <3; read part one here
Rafe canât pinpoint the exact moment he fell for you.Â
Maybe it was that late-night study session in the library, when you two were the only ones left, books spread out around you in a chaotic mess. You were focused, and determined to get through the material, but you still found time to crack a joke about the professorâs outdated references. It caught him off guard, the way your eyes lit up with humor, and he found himself smiling back, genuinely for the first time in a while.
Or maybe it was the day you dragged him out of bed for an early morning hike, insisting that the sunrise was something he couldnât miss. He was grumpy, still half-asleep, but the way you looked at the horizon with pure wonder in your eyes made it all worth it. You were always pulling him into these little adventuresâmoments he wouldâve missed if it werenât for you. And each time, he found himself enjoying them more because you were there.
Maybe it was when youâd curl up next to him in his dorm room, no words needed, just the comfort of each otherâs presence. You didnât ask for anything from him, didnât expect him to be anyone but himself. It was in those moments that Rafe started to realize how much he needed youâhow much he craved the simplicity of just being with you.
Then there was that day in the quad, where you were sitting with a group of friends, laughing about something he couldnât hear from where he stood. You looked so at ease, so effortlessly yourself, that he couldnât take his eyes off you. It hit him then, a quiet revelation that left him breathless: you werenât just someone he enjoyed being around. You were someone he couldnât imagine being without.
He started looking forward to the little thingsâwalking you to class, the way your hand would brush against his as you walked side by side, the shared meals where youâd always steal fries off his plate with a mischievous grin. He fell for the way you listened to him, really listened, even when he was just venting about something trivial. You made him feel seen and understood in a way no one else ever had.
Rafe might not be able to pinpoint the exact moment he fell for you, but he knows that somewhere along the way, you became his favorite part of every day. You made him want to be better, to live up to the version of himself that you seemed to see, even when he struggled to see it himself.Â
Of course, he had to fuck up the best thing to happen in his life.
He had never been good at keeping good things close. Maybe it was fear, maybe it was self-sabotage, or maybe he just didnât know how to handle something real. He didnât mean toâhe never wanted to hurt youâbut somehow, he always found a way to mess things up.
Heâd forgotten all about the stupid bet. No one had mentioned it in months, he figured it was over. Gone. Like they had never planned it in the first place. It was so fucking stupid of him. He figured it was over, a distant memory that held no weight against what you meant to him now. But he was wrong. So fucking wrong.
The damage was done. Heâd never forget the look on your face when you confronted him. It nearly undid him right there. He tried to explain, to tell you that the bet was meaningless, that it hadnât mattered from the moment he truly got to know you. But every word felt hollow, wrong, as if he was trying to patch up a wound that was too deep to heal. He hadnât meant to fall for you, hadnât expected you to become the most important person in his life.
But you did.
You walked out that day, and he didnât have the strength to stop you. He couldnât, because deep down, he knew he had no right to ask you to stay. He had fucked up in the worst way
Rafe tried to tell himself that it was for the best, that you were better off without him, but every day without you only proved how wrong he was. He missed youâGod, he missed you more than he thought possible. Nights were the worst. He would lay awake, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything over and over again, wishing he could go back, undo it all. But he couldn't.
He'd see you around campus sometimes. But there was a distance nowâa wall that he had put there, and it killed him to know that he was the reason for it.Â
Whenever your eyes met, there was no warmth, no recognition. It was as if he had become just a stranger to you, and it tore him apart.
Rafe knew he needed to give you space, but the thought of never having you in his life again was unbearable. He would catch himself walking in your direction, only to stop short, turning away because he didn't want to cause you more pain. But he wanted to talk to you, to explain himself better, to make you understand that he never meant for any of this to happen. The words never came out right in his head, and he doubted they ever would in person. But still, he wanted to try.
And then one day, as he was walking through the quad, he saw you sitting alone on a bench, reading a book. For a moment, it felt like old times, when he could just walk over, sit beside you, and everything would be okay. But it wasnât like that anymore. His chest tightened as he watched you, the familiar ache swelling up inside him.
He was just about to turn away when he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Rafe, man! There you are!"
It was Kelce, along with a couple of their friends. They were laughing, completely oblivious to his situation. Rafe stiffened, his jaw clenching as he realized what was about to happen. He tried to subtly signal Kelce to keep it down, to not draw any more attention to himâor worse, to you.
But it was too late. Kelce was already too close, and you had already noticed the group approaching. Your eyes flickered from your book to them, and then to Rafe, your expression unreadable.
Kelce, noticing your gaze, gave you a nod and then turned to Rafe, still grinning.Â
The fucking nerve he had was astonishing.Â
"What are you doing over here, man? Stalking her now, or just reminiscing?"
Rafe shot him a look, but he just laughed, clearly thinking it was all in good fun.Â
"C'mon, we were just heading to grab some food. You should join us."
All he could think about was the last time Kelce had been involved in his lifeâhow it was his drunken confession that had ultimately led to this entire mess. Rafe hadnât forgotten how he had blurted out the truth about the bet to someone else. And now, here he was again, completely fucking oblivious to what heâd done.
Rafe could feel your eyes on him, and it made his skin prickle with unease. He wanted to say something, to explain that this wasnât what it looked like, that he wasnât here with them, but the words caught in his throat. He glanced at you, searching for some sign of what you were thinking, but your face was carefully neutral.
Before he could even try to say anything, you stood up, tucking your book under your arm. Without a word, you walked away, leaving Rafe standing there, feeling more lost than ever.
Kelce, still clueless, nudged him. âCome on, letâs go.â
He shook his head, finally finding his voice. âYou guys go ahead. Iâll catch up later.â
Kelce shrugged and turned to leave with the others, but not before throwing a careless comment over his shoulder. âDonât get too caught up, man. Thereâs plenty of other fish in the sea.â
He wanted to punch him so fucking bad it hurt.Â
He took a deep breath. But all he could think about was the look on your face as you walked away. That blank, unreadable expression had become all too familiar. It was worse than angerâit was indifference.
And Rafe knew that was entirely his fault.
As they walked off, he sank down onto the bench you had just vacated. The warmth from where youâd been sitting still lingered, a cruel reminder of how close youâd been, and yet so far out of reach. He buried his face in his hands, groaning.Â
What the fuck was he doing? Lurking around you like some creep because he didnât have the balls to talk to you. Every part of him was still tethered to you.
He hadn't even been brave enough to tell you he loved you. You had walked away thinking you were just a bet. You had walked away believing you were nothing more than a stupid game. And he had let you. He had let you walk away without telling you the truth.
He didnât just care for you. He didnât just like you. He was in love with you.Â
He knew he couldnât keep doing thisâcouldnât keep watching you from a distance, hoping for some kind of miracle. If he wanted any chance of making things right, he had to take that chance himself. He had to face the mess heâd made, no matter how terrifying it was. Because losing you forever was a thousand times worse than the fear of rejection or the pain of knowing heâd hurt you.
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Youâd been trying to move on.
It was the only way to handle what had happened between you and Rafe. You fought to ignore the ache in your chest, to keep yourself busy enough that you wouldnât have time to think about him.
But the truth was, moving on wasnât as simple as just letting time pass.
Youâd always felt like you had a good handle on things, that you could manage your emotions with a certain degree of control. But this was different. This was a kind of pain youâd never felt before, that crept into your days, making you wary of every familiar corner of campus, every spot you and Rafe had shared. Youâd hoped that the sting would slowly fade, that the distance would bring relief. Instead, it seemed to only make things worse for you.
When you saw him in the quad that day with his friends, your heart sank. You tried to focus on your book, tried to drown out the sound of their laughter, but it was impossible. You knew that, despite everything, you would still recognize him in a crowd. It was as if your heart had a direct line to him, a constant reminder of the last time you had seen him.
You had tried so hard to keep your composure, to act like seeing him didnât matter.
But it did. So much it nearly brought you to tears on the spot. But you werenât about to cry in public, again, for him.Â
Kelceâs comment reached your ears as you walked away and you felt a fresh wave of hurt. The way he laughed, as if the entire situation was a joke, made your stomach churn. It wasnât just the betâit was everything. It was the way Rafe had made you feel like you were just another game to be won and then discarded. It was the fact he was still hanging around that kind of people. It was the fact he hadnât tried to speak to you yet.
You didnât want to give them the satisfaction of seeing you hurt, but having your heart broken hurt like a bitch.Â
You thought you were going insane when Jessica, more precisely Rafeâs ex-girlfriend, sat next to you in the locker room before practice.Â
âI'm sorry about him.â
You didnât spare her a glance, afraid that this was just another sick game you were getting sucked into, âAbout who?â
Jessica let out a small, humorless laugh. "Fair enough," She paused, her voice softer than youâd ever heard it. âRafe.â
You didnât want to talk about him. Bringing him up meant everything was real.Â
âIâm not here to stir up drama or anything,â she continued, her tone surprisingly sincere. âI justâŚI wanted to say Iâm sorry. For what he did to you. Heâs better than that.â
You finally glanced over at her, skepticism clear in your eyes. âWhy are you telling me this?â
Jessica shrugged, leaning back against the bench, âBecause you didnât deserve it. But also because that idiot is clearly in love with you.â
âLove?â The word felt foreign on your tongue, almost laughable after everything that had happened. âThatâs ridiculous.â
âIâm serious.â
There was something in her voice that made you falter, a quiet vulnerability that you hadnât expected. Jessica had always seemed so put-together, so confident, but now, sitting beside you, she looked almost⌠defeated.Â
Jess sighed, âLook, Iâm not here to defend him. What he did was fucked up, and he knows it. But Iâve known Rafe a long time, and Iâve never seen him like this before. Heâs a mess without you. He wonât admit it, but itâs obvious to anyone whoâs paying attention.â
You shook your head, âIf he really cared, he wouldâve told me. He wouldâve tried.â
âMaybe heâs scared,â Jessica offered. âI mean, heâs always been good at screwing things up. Pushing people away before they get too close. Itâs like his defense mechanism or something.â
You laughed bitterly. âWell, he succeeded. He pushed me so far away, I donât think I can ever come back.â
âI get it. But just donât close yourself off completely. If thereâs even a small part of you that still cares about him, maybe give him a chance to explain. Heâs not perfect, but heâs not the guy who made that bet anymore.â
You didnât know what to say to that.Â
âWhy do you care?â
âBecause I hurt him even though I cared for him. What I did was a lot worse, soâ Yeah. He lashes out when heâs hurt, unfortunately you got caught in the way. But the way he looks at you? We dated for two years and that motherfucker never looked at me like that."
You felt like crying all over again.
You nodded slowly. You had let Rafe see you, let him into parts of your life that you didnât share with just anyone. And then, just like that, he had shattered everything.
Her voice broke through your thoughts again.
âIâm not saying you should forgive him, or even take him back. Thatâs your choice, and no one can make it for you. But I just wanted you to know that heâs different with you. Maybe he doesnât deserve another chance, but I think heâs trying to be better because of you.â
âI donât know if I can trust him again,â you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
âThatâs okay,â Jessica said gently. âTrust isnât something that can be fixed overnight. It takes time. But maybe itâs worth consideringâif you think heâs worth it.â
You sat in silence for a while, the noise of the locker room fading into the background as you both lost yourselves in your thoughts. You had been so sure that moving on was the only way forward, that putting as much distance between you and Rafe as possible was the best option.
With that, she stood up, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze before heading toward the exit. You watched her go. You had never really thought much about Jessica beyond the typical assumptions. She was Rafeâs ex, the girl who had been with him before you, your cheer squad captain. That was the extent of it. Youâd never really seen parts of the real her. You knew sheâd left him for someone else, but you strangely felt a connection to her. Like she was the only one listening, understanding how you really felt.
You hadnât expected her to be so⌠human. Vulnerable.Â
You leaned back against the cold metal of the locker, staring at the ceiling. The idea of trusting him again seemed impossible, like trying to glue together a shattered vase with pieces still missing. But what Jessica had said struck a chordâhe was different with you. Youâd seen it too, those moments when heâd let his guard down, when heâd been genuine, real.
Practice started, but your mind wasnât in it. Your movements felt mechanical, your usual enthusiasm gone. You kept replaying everything in your head. By the end of practice, you were exhausted, both physically and emotionally.
Back in your room, you dropped your bag by the door and collapsed onto your bed. The familiar surroundings offered little comfort. You pulled out your phone, scrolling through your messages, half-expecting one from Rafe that never came.Â
But maybe, just maybe, it was time to take a sledgehammer the wall between you two.  You sat up, taking a deep breath. If you were going to do thisâif you were going to even entertain the idea of talking to Rafeâyou needed to be honest with yourself first. You still cared about him. Youâd tried to bury those feelings, tried to convince yourself that you were over it, but the truth was, you werenât. Not completely. Before you could overthink it, you grabbed your phone and opened a new message.
We need to talk.
Your finger hovered over the send button for what felt like an eternity. Once you pressed it, there was no going back. But maybe that was the point. You couldnât keep living in this limbo, caught between the past and the future.
With a final deep breath, you hit send.
The wait felt unbearable. You stared at your phone, willing it to light up, to give you some kind of response. And then, just when you were about to give up, it buzzed in your hand.
Rafe: Yeah, we do. Tonight?
Oh god.
Where?
You were really doing this.
Rafe: Your dorm?
Was talking to the boy who shattered your heart and trust in a secluded place a good idea? No. But you were tired.
Okay.
You set your phone down, heart racing. The reality of what youâd just agreed to hit you like a punch, leaving you feeling both terrified and relieved. Youâd spent so long avoiding this conversation, but now there was no more running.
As you waited, every minute felt like an eternity. You tried to distract yourself, but your mind kept wandering back to the idea of seeing him again, of hearing his voice, of looking into those eyes that had once made you feel safe. Now, they were just a reminder of the pain.
When a knock finally echoed through your dorm room, you jumped. For a moment, you debated not answering, pretending you werenât there. But you couldnât keep avoiding this forever. You crossed the room, your hand hesitating on the doorknob before you pulled it open.
Rafe stood there, looking more nervous than youâd ever seen him. His usual confident posture was gone.He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes searching yours as if trying to gauge how much of a mess heâd made.
âHi,â he said, his voice low, uncertain.
You nodded, stepping aside to let him in. The door closed behind him with a soft click, the sound somehow amplifying the tension between you. You both stood there for a moment, neither of you knowing where to start.
He was the first to break the silence. âIâm sorry,â he blurted out, the words rushed, like heâd been holding them in for too long. âFor everything. I was an idiot, and Iââ
âYeah,â you cut him off, unable to keep the bitterness out of your voice. âYou were.â
Rafe flinched, but he didnât argue. Instead, he nodded, accepting your anger like he knew he deserved it. He looked down at the floor, his hands clenched at his sides.
âI donât even know where to start,â he admitted, âI screwed up. I know that. And Iâve been trying to figure out how to fix it, but I donât know how.â
You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to keep a distance between you both, both physically and emotionally. âWhy didnât you just tell me the truth?â you asked, your voice trembling with the weight of all the unanswered questions. âWhy did you let it get to this point?â
âI was terrified,â he murmured, his voice so soft it almost broke. âOf what youâd think of me. Of how youâd see me if you knew the truth. I didnât want to lose you.â
âBut you did,â you said, your voice trembling with the weight of your hurt. âYou lost me the moment you chose to lie.â
Rafeâs throat tightened as he swallowed, his nod filled with anguish. âI know. And I despise myself for it. But IâGod, I didnât know how to stop it. It was like everything spiraled out of control, and by the time I realized how deep I was, it was too late.â
It didnât feel right to tell you he loved you right now. It would be unfair to you. It would feel like he was only saying it to get you back. So he settled for anything else.
You could see the struggle in him, the way his hands fidgeted slightly, his weight shifting from one foot to the other. He was here, in front of you, trying to make things rightâor at least as right as they could be after what heâd done.
âRafe,â you started, your voice calmer than you felt, âI donât know if I can ever forgive you for what you did. The way you hurt meâitâs not something that just goes away because youâre sorry.â
He took a step closer, his hands shaking as he reached out to you but stopped himself, not daring to touch you without permission. âI get it,â he said quietly. âI donât expect you to forgive me. I justââ He paused, struggling to find the right words. âI just want you to know that Iâm trying to change. Iâm trying to be better, even if itâs too late for us.â
You let out a slow breath, your heart still aching, but something in his voice, the way he seemed so genuinely broken, tugged at you. âI canât just pretend like everything is okay.â
âI donât want you to,â Rafe said quickly, desperation creeping into his voice. âI donât deserve that. But I canât stand the thought of losing you completely. Even if you donât forgive me, I still want you in my life.â
You looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the sincerity in his eyes. It was hard to reconcile this version of him with the one who had shattered your trust. But maybe that was the pointâpeople were complicated, and sometimes they didnât fit neatly into the boxes you wanted them to.
âWe can try to be friends. Iâm not saying itâs going to be easy, and Iâm not saying itâll work, but we can try.â
âIâd like that. Iâd really like that,â he said, his voice almost breaking. âIâll take whatever youâre willing to give.â
Friends.
The word sounded weird when you said it out loud.
The first few interactions were awkwardâhalf-hearted smiles, stilted conversations, but both of you were trying. You started to see each other around campus more often, exchanging brief greetings that gradually turned into longer conversations. Rafe kept his distance, respecting your boundaries, but it was clear he was trying. He showed up at places he knew you'd beânot in a creepy way, but more like he wanted to be near you, to remind you that he was still there.
There were moments when the old him, your Rafe, the one who had made you laugh and pulled you into adventures, would slip through. Heâd make a sarcastic comment in class, and youâd catch yourself smiling. Or heâd casually bring you coffee during your study sessions, just the way you liked it, without making a big deal out of it.Â
You started to remember why you had fallen for him in the first placeâhis humor, his kindness, the way he could make you feel like you were the only person in the room. It wasnât easy, though. Every time you began to let your guard down, a voice in the back of your head reminded you of the bet. You were friends, that was it.Â
The cafeteria buzzed with the usual lunchtime chatter as you and Rafe sat across from each other, trays of food between you. It had become something of a routineâmeeting up for lunch between classes. What had started as an awkward attempt to maintain your friendship had slowly become one of the highlights of your day. The easy banter was back, the kind that had drawn you to him in the first place, and it was nice to feel some semblance of normalcy returning between you two.
As you took a bite of your sandwich, you noticed Rafe was unusually quiet, focused intently on you. It made you self-conscious, the way his eyes seemed to see straight through you, and you couldnât help but squirm a little under his scrutiny.
âWhat?â you asked, raising an eyebrow as you tried to sound casual.
He just shrugged, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. âNothing. Just thinking.â
âAbout?â
âAbout how good it feels to have this again,â he said softly, his words wrapping around your heart and squeezing tight.
Before you could respond, a voice interrupted the moment. âHey, Rafe.â
You both looked up to see a girl from your econ class standing beside your table. She was pretty, with a confident smile that didnât waver even as she glanced between the two of you. You recognized herâLuĂza, or something like that.Â
âHi,â Rafe replied, his tone polite but distracted. His eyes flickered back to you almost immediately, as if he was already bored with the conversation.
She didnât seem to noticeâor care. She flashed him a bright smile and leaned a little closer, clearly ignoring your presence. âWondering if youâd want to study together for the next exam? Iâm struggling with some of the material, and you seem like you really know your stuff.â
Well, he did. Because you were smart enough for both of you and a hell of a tutor.Â
He barely spared her a glance, his focus still on you. âIâm good, thanks,â he said casually, picking up his drink and taking a sip.
She blinked, momentarily thrown off by his disinterest, but she quickly recovered. âOh, come on,â she purred, undeterred. âIâm sure we could help each other out. Maybe over dinner?â
You felt a wave of irritation rising, but before you could say anything, Rafe finally looked at her, âIâm not interested,â he said bluntly, then turned back to you, his eyes softening instantly. âSo, what were you saying?â
The sudden change in his demeanor caught you off guard, and you felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment. LuĂza, clearly realizing she was getting nowhere, shot you a glare before muttering something under her breath and walking away, her heels clicking sharply on the floor.Â
You stared after her, your heart pounding. When you finally turned back to him, he was watching you with an amused expression, as if nothing had happened.
âWhat the hell was that?â you demanded.
He just shrugged, completely unfazed. âWhat do you mean?â
âYou didnât have to be so rude to her,â you snapped, though part of you was secretly pleased. âShe was just being nice.â
Rafe leaned back in his chair, giving you that infuriatingly calm look. âShe wasnât just being nice, and yâknow it.â
You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. âStill, you couldâve handled it better.â
He smirked, clearly enjoying how flustered you were getting. âWhy would I? I wasnât interested. You know who I want.â
Him and his stupid mouth.Â
The directness of his words sent a shiver down your spine. There was no mistaking the meaning behind them, and it made your heart race in a way you hadnât expected. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but the words died on your lips. Instead, you just stared at him.
Rafe seemed to take pity on you, leaning forward and lowering his voice. âIâm not playing games here,â his gaze locked onto yours, âYouâre the only one Iâm interested in. No one else.â
Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, all the doubts and uncertainties youâd been holding onto felt insignificant. You wanted to argue, to tell him off, but the way he was looking at you made it impossible to think straight.
You took a deep breath, clearing your thoughts, âThis doesnât change anything,â you muttered, though even you could hear the lack of conviction in your voice.
âI know.â
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The week had been a blur of exams, stress, and late-night study sessions. Your head was spinning from all the notes, formulas, and flashcards when Rafe found you slumped over your desk in the library.
âYou need a break,â he said, gently tapping the back of your chair with his foot.
You sighed, rubbing your tired eyes. âI canât. I still have two more chapters to get through before tomorrow.â
âTrust me,â Rafe insisted, âCome on sweets, letâs go shoot some hoops.â
You looked at him skeptically. âYou know Iâm terrible at it.â
âThatâs why Iâm going to teach you,â he grinned, his confidence contagious. âCome on, youâve been helping me study all week.â
Reluctantly, you let him pull you out of the library and onto the campus basketball court. It was empty, the sun just beginning to set, casting long shadows across the pavement.
He handed you a basketball, his eyes sparkling with mischief. âOkay, show me what youâve got.â
You dribbled the ball awkwardly, trying to recall the little you knew about the game. When you attempted a shot, the ball sailed way off the mark, bouncing across the court.
He laughed, jogging over to retrieve it. âAlright, not bad for a first try. Lemme show you how itâs done.â
He stood behind you, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body. His hands guided yours, positioning the ball just right. âKeep your elbows in, aim for the backboard, and follow through with your wrists. Like this.â
You tried to focus on his instructions, but it was difficult with him so close, his breath warm against your ear. You missed him. You made the shot, and though it didnât go in, it was closer than your last attempt.
âBetter!â he encouraged, still holding your hands on the ball. You could feel his heartbeat through your back.Â
You turned your head slightly, and your eyes met his. Rafeâs attention dropped to your lips, his grip on the ball tightening. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the same one that had been gnawing at you for days. This wasnât just friendshipâyou were aware of that, of course. There was always something more here.Â
Without thinking, you stepped back to face him fully, and in that instant, your foot caught on his, throwing you off balance. You fell forward, your hands clutching at his shirt for support as you tumbled against his chest. His strong arms wrapped around you instinctively, steadying you as you both laughed, the moment both awkward and perfect. You were so close now, his face inches from yours, your breath mingling in the space between you. The laughter faded, and so did your common sense, because you didnât push him away. His hand came up to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch lingering on your cheek.
âRafe...â you began, but the words caught in your throat.
You knew that look in his face. You knew every little thing about him. It was as if he was asking for permission, waiting for you to make the next move. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, every nerve in your body screaming at you to close the gap between you. But before you could act on it, the sound of voices echoed from the other side of the court, breaking the spell.
Oh god. You were about to ruin everything.Â
You both stepped back. Rafe looked away, a pained expression crossing his face, eyes pitched closed as he ran a hand through his hair.
âWe should, uh, probably get back to studying.â
âYeah."
As you walked back to the library, side by side but not quite touching, you couldnât help but wonder what would have happened if you hadnât been interrupted. And from the way Rafe kept glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, you knew he was thinking the same thing.
He opened the door for you, his hand brushing yours as you passed. The touch was brief, but it was enough to send your heart racing again. Once inside, you both settled back into your usual spot, surrounded by stacks of books and papers. But studying felt impossible now. Every time you looked up, you caught Rafeâs eyes lingering on you, only for him to quickly look away when you noticed.
After what felt like an eternity of tryingâand failingâto focus, he finally broke the silence. âLook, about what happened back thereâŚâ He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. âI didnât mean to make things weird.â
You shook your head quickly, trying to dismiss his concern. âItâs okay.â
âAre you sure?â
âYes.â
No. Not at all. You missed everything about him even when he was standing so close to you.
His fingers drummed against the table as he debated his next words, but you beat him to it.
âItâs just⌠things are different now,â your attention dropped to the open book in front of you.Â
âDifferent how?â His voice was low, almost tentative, a rare thing for Rafe. He leaned in slightly, waiting for you to elaborate.
You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to look up, âCan we not do this right now? Please? âM really tired."
His shoulders slumped. He wanted to argue, to push you for more, but he could see the exhaustion in your eyesâthe way this was all taking a toll on you. He nodded slowly, swallowing back the urge to fight.
"Yeah, okay," he leaned back in his chair. "We can just focus on studying."
But neither of you could focus. You kept your eyes on the pages of your book, but the words blurred together, your mind unable to process anything other than the way Rafe was sitting so close yet felt so far away.
Minutes ticked by, the silence between you stretching on, both of you too afraid to break it. You could feel him watching you, his gaze a weight that you couldnât ignore, but you didnât dare to look up, not trusting yourself with what you might see in his eyes.
Finally, he sighed, the sound heavy with frustration. "I canât do this," he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to you.
You glanced up, your heart skipping a beat at the vulnerability on his face. He looked torn, like he was fighting an internal battle that he didnât know how to win.
"Do what?"Â
âPretend like everythingâs fine. Like weâre just friends. Because weâre not, and we both know it."
The honesty in his voice made your throat tighten. Youâd been trying so hard to keep things simple, to keep your emotions in check.
âYou said youâd take anything I give you. It's been a month.â
Rafe groaned, rubbing his face in frustration. âI know that. And youâre my friend, fuck, youâre my best friend but every time I look at youâ I feel like Iâm dying.â
âWhat do you think I feel like?â you snapped, slamming your book shut. âYou wanna talk about hurt feelings?
His face paled, and for a moment, he looked as though he might argue back, but then he just sighed, defeated.
âI know, okay? I know I messed up. And Iâm not asking for you to forget that,â he said, his voice quieter now, almost broken. âBut pretending like we can just go back to being friends is killing me.â
âI don't want to talk about it."
He stared at you, his eyes searching your face for somethingâanythingâthat would give him a clue about what you were feeling. But you couldnât look at him, not with your heart so conflicted, not with the memories of how things used to be clashing so violently with the reality of now.
Finally, you spoke, âI think I need time.â
âTime for what?â he asked, his tone careful, but you could hear the desperation beneath it. He needed to understand, needed to know if there was still hope.
âTo be away from you,â You swallowed hard, the words catching in your throat as his face fell into a frown, âMaybe itâs too early.â
He didnât push you. He just nodded.
âOkay. Take all the time you need,â he said even though you could tell it was killing him to say it. âIâll be here. Waiting. No matter how long it takes.â
You nodded, unable to say anything else.Â
âI think I should go,â you said finally, standing up and gathering your things. You couldnât handle being around him right now, not when your feelings were exposed.
Rafe stood too, but he didnât try to stop you. He just watched you with that same look of quiet desperation, as if he was afraid that letting you go now meant losing you forever
âOkay.â
You turned to leave, but then you hesitated, your heart pulling you back. Without turning around, you whispered, âIâll see you later, Rafe.â
He didnât respond right away, and for a moment, you werenât sure if he even heard you. But then he said, âIâll be here.â
And as you walked away, your chest tight and your thoughts racing, you couldnât help but wonder if things between you and Rafe could ever really go back to the way they were.
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Smile Like You Mean It 2
Warnings: non/dubcon, bullying, humiliation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters:Â Colin Shea, Rafe Cameron (Professor AU)
Summary:Â youâre trying to grow up but you keep getting pushed back down.
Part of the Bad Professors AU
Note:Â Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all.Â
Your new dress isnât quite new. Yet, itâs better than anything you brought from home. You canât afford the designer looks but you found a nice dupe. You think. There was a tiktok of a similar outfit, though your vans donât quite compliment the look. Well, how many people are going to be looking at your feet. Or looking at you.Â
Itâs too bad your new friend, Ash, had to rush off to get her books. You could have used the moral support and yet, itâs a bit too early to be inviting her places, isnât it? And to think of it, Colin invited you, not anyone else.Â
You check your phone as you walk across campus. Your tights do little against the cold and make your thighs itch. You clutch the strap of your purse, the fringe swaying with each step. Â
You hear the party before you get to it. As you walk up, the windows glow against the backdrop of the evening and tiki torches are lit to light the folding tables of red cups and chips and other things. Some bounce balls into the cups as the guests already there cluster around and chatter at a blustering volume.Â
You shrink at the precipice of the walk that divides the grass. Music pumps from within, churning in the air with the garbling voices. The front door is wide open as people come and go. Youâre nearly knocked off your feet as two guys in the blue jackets brush past you.Â
You exhale and make yourself go forward. You grip your phone tight and look down at the screen. You should text Colin and figure out where he is. Youâre distracted from sending the message as you pass a girl being crushed by a guy against the siding. Â
They make out sloppily, the girl seemingly helpless to his affections as he pens her in. She has her hands on his chest as he clamps her head tight. She wears corduroy skirt and puffy blouse. Itâs not exactly cutting edge.Â
You peek at the other guests. You prepared for tall blondes and gorgeous brunettes. All the other girls are pretty and yet they arenât the lululemon, PSL-guzzling coeds you marvel at. Theyâre just like you...Â
âAubby!â The voice booms like thunder and centers your anxiety. Â
You look at Colin with wide eyes as he approaches. Oh my. Heâs wearing his jacket but no shirt under it. There are blue emblems painted on his buff chest. Your eyes skim the lines of his tight muscles. Â
âThere you are, baby doll,â he nears and drapes his arm across your shoulder. âYou get a drink? You need a drink.âÂ
You let him take over easily. Your voice remains elusive.Â
âSee, I love that about you, Auburn. Youâre so gentle and quiet. You let a man take control. Just the way it should be,â he squeezes you against him. âFuck, Iâm all over the place. Did I tell you that dress is hot as hell?âÂ
You look down and hug yourself. You donât know that anyone ever complimented your clothes. There wasnât really anything to like about them. Or you.Â
âLet me give you a lay of the land...â he declares as he grabs a red cup from another table and hands it to you. You accept it as he claims on for himself.Â
He walks you through the house, yapping about the fraternity and how they have pledges serving the drinks. You notice they donât have jackets and are dressed in tight spandex shorts and feather boas. You try not to stare.Â
You taste the beer. You donât drink. You never saw the need for it. You always overheard the girls in English talking about getting lit and waking up face down but you were never in with them, and that didnât really sound too fun.Â
âEh, there he is,â Colin booms and makes you flinch. âRafe,â he lets you go to the dab up the other guy. Heâs a bit more slender than Colin, his hair is longer and floppy, and his eyes look a bit sleepy. âAubby, this is the best guy in the place. Rafe, this is Auburn... my date.âÂ
Date? Your eyes flicker. Is that what this is?Â
âUh... hi,â you force out and nearly cough.Â
Rafeâs brows tilt and he looks at Colin, âsheâs quiet,â the latter says. Â
âCute,â the other replies as he gives you a look up and down. âI been making the rounds. Making sure everyoneâs cozy.âÂ
âRight, right,â Colin says.Â
âGood turn out,â Rafe says. âThing will get going soon.âÂ
âSure, well, see ya round, weâre going to try to catch up,â Colin raises his cup and drains it. He turns you past Rafe and presses on. He swallows a belch, âhey, you need another?âÂ
You look down at your cup. Youâve barely had any. You shake your head.Â
âAh, babe, no problem. You take your time. Lots of beer to go around,â he assures you and waves his cup in the air. A pledge appears to switch it out. Youâre embarrassed at all the nakedness.Â
âHow about we find somewhere quiet? Lots going on, right?âÂ
You nod. He directs you around a cluster of guys and girls. You get to the stairs and climb with him. He clings to your hand as he drags you down the hall and into a bedroom. He shuts the door and youâre relieved to have the cacophony blocked out. Then all at once, youâre nervous at the reality of being alone with him.Â
âI really mean it, that dress looks good on you,â he lets you go and faces you as he bites his thumb, âyou got a nice body.âÂ
You push your legs together and cradle your hot cheek. You slurp the beer before you squeak out a thank you. He smiles.Â
âCome on,â he goes to the bed and hops on it. He sits against the head board and slaps the space next to him. You hesitate. âNo funny business. I been on my feet all day. Thatâs it.âÂ
âOh, okay,â you murmur.Â
You go to the bed and climb up next to him. You put one leg over the other as you extend them and he wraps his arm around your shoulder once more. He pulls himself closer. He takes a drink then puts his cup on the table at his other side.Â
âAre you a freshman?â He asks. You nod. âAh, makes sense. Well, that makes you special. Freshman donât often get in at Delta.âÂ
âReally,â you say behind the brim of the cup.Â
âWell, baby, I knew you were special when I saw you,â he trails his fingers along your thigh and you twitch in surprise.Â
âSpecial?âÂ
âYeah, youâre not like other girls. Youâre just you. I like that.â He purrs as his other hand rubs your shoulder. âAnd youâre pretty as all hell.âÂ
You stare at him, burning to the core. Youâve never been this close to a guy. Never had them being so touchy or sweet. Itâs overwhelming.Â
âIâm sorry to be a fucking simp but can I kiss you?â He rasps, âI been thinking of it all day.âÂ
âKiss?â You echo. âUmm...âÂ
He gently retracts his hand and grips the cup in your hand. He dislodges it and reaches to set it with his. He turns you again and caresses your cheek.Â
âJust a kiss, babe? Please?âÂ
You stare at him. You are on fire. You canât speak. Not enough to say no. So, you nod. Â
Today has been a day of firsts. Your first friend, your first kiss. Itâs the first day of an amazing year, you can feel it.Â
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OH MY GOD!!!
PLEASE WELCOME...PROFESSOR!RAFEđ
INTRODUCTION ᥴꪍâ
ᨳິâprofessor!rafe who was quite often grumpy, walking into class with a cup of stale cafeteria coffee, a deep frown set on his face.
ᨳິâprofessor!rafe who had a bad day everyday. that was until you started auditing his class. a pretty lil' student who was interested in the literature he was teaching. of course, he didn't completely lighten up. but he was intrigued.
ᨳິâprofessor!rafe spent a few months of watching you in class, seeing you blush and get giddy whenever he praises your correct answers and brilliant questions, he called you back to stay after class for catch up work. which is when he pinned you between him and his desk, hand on the nape of your neck as he kissed you â whispering about how long he's been wanting to do this.
ᨳິâprofessor!rafe who, from then onwards, was fucking you every chance he got. teachers lounge during class hours, after class, in the library in the dusty aisle no one ventures to.
ᨳິâprofessor!rafe who will sit you in his lap as he grades your paper, lecturing you for every bad thing you did. "I mean, what type of grammar is this? do you even pay attention during my classes or are you too busy thinkin' about my dick?"
ᨳິâprofessor!rafe who on a good day he'll let you cockwarm him as he grades papers, immediately failing anybody with a name he recognises from the times you've cried about how they were so mean to you.
ᨳິâprofessor!rafe who has a soft spot for you, and only you. it shouldn't be noticeable, but people certainly saw it. he was less bossy, less rude. he gave you extensions.
ᨳິâprofessor!rafe who will take it upon himself to spank you when you have the audacity to turn in something so, so bad, that it genuinely makes him mad. "the fuck were you thinking? did you proof-read at all?!"
ᨳິâprofessor!rafe who takes time to tutor you after his spankings. starting by making you write a two page essay on something, knelt under his desk with his face buried between your thighs. everytime your eyes flutter away from your laptop screen, he pulls away from your dripping pussy to scold you.
ᨳິâprofessor!rafe who does genuine tutoring with you too, wanting you to actually get better so you don't fail his class.
ᨳິâprofessor!rafe who, before your history class begins, walks into the classroom to leave a single rose on your desk. he's a lover at heart.
ᨳິâenglish literature!professor who uses his profession to his advantage, leaving little love notes in your bag, desk, jacket, anywhere you'll find them, and others won't.
ᨳິâprofessor!rafe who signs off all notes with a very, very indecipherable '- R.C' with a sloppy, uneven heart next to it.
ᨳິâprofessor!rafe who will messily kiss you against the door of his classroom, two minutes until his class begins. the second he hears the chatter from the hall grow closer, he shoves you off, wiping your lips with his thumb to get rid of your messy, smudged lipstick. he then gently pushes you towards your seat, sitting at his desk and prepping for his lecture. he then throws you glances all the way through it, making sure not to stand face forward for too long so his other, suspecting students don't see how hard he is through his slacks.
ᨳິâpossessive!professor!rafe who leaves marks all over your neck and your thighs constantly, for people to see out of your low cut blouses and plaited skirts.
ᨳິâoverprotective!professor!rafe who has to bite his tongue to resist the urge to saunter up to any man who had the audacity to talk to you.
ᨳິâjealous!professor!rafe who pounds you from the back in his office, your chest on the smooth wood of his desk. his hand reaching forwards, pulling you up to his chest by your hair. "you think some fuckin' fratboy can fuck you like I can? hm? answer me."
ᨳິâprofessor!rafe who is actually a complete sweetheart, on the inside, very, very deep down.
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boo! surprise bitches! i'm doing kinktober this year! finally doing it! bet you didn't see that one coming, did you hehe đ¸
there is a good mix of both short and long stories coming your way throughout this (and i will also still occasionally post other fics this month that aren't related to this). also, a handful of these fics are darker in nature, thought it was fitting for halloween, so remember to read the warnings, if there's something that's not for you then please, as always, be kind to yourself and don't read the story.
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day one | sore
stepbro!sirius black x cheerleader!reader + dubcon massage
day two | don't smile
steve rogers + throat fucking + size kink
day three | stuffed
devil!eddie munson & angel!steve harrington + tentecles + double penetration in one hole
day four | a little fashion show
best friend!stiles stilinski + lingerie
day five | stay still
peter parker + bondage
day six | hold up, let me record this
jj maybank + tittyfucking + sextape
day seven | the palace guards
guards!poly!marauders x princess!reader + secrets relationship
day eight | itâs practically like weâre down there with them
mob boss!bucky barnes + exhibitionism
day nine | keep that pretty mouth shut
tommy shelby + keep quiet quickie
day ten | I couldnât find it in me to wake you
poe dameron + somno thigh fucking
day eleven | I just want you a little longer all to myself
matt murdock + secret office sex
day twelve | nothing more than a toy
rafe cameron + using you like a toy to masturbate with
day thirteen | I still got a few rounds left in me
boxer!steve rogers + bathtub sex
day fourteen | open your fucking mouth
dark!wild west cowboy!joel miller + gun kink
day fifteen | tiny
miguel o'hara x fairy!reader + extreme size difference
day sixteen | the wall between us
cult member!steve harrington + fem glory hole + breeding
day seventeen | be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me
spencer reid + aftercare
day eighteen | pleasant pile of pillows
brother's best friend!james potter + pillow humping
day nineteen | ring ring
sam winchester x reader x bf!dean winchester + phone sex + cheating
day twenty | window
perv!neighbour!billy russo + voyeurism
day twenty-one | say yes
fiancĂŠ!bruce wayne + possessiveness
day twenty-two | i can think of something better than that
bucky barnes + anal
day twenty-three | double check
dark!professor!ben solo + power imbalance + manipulation
day twenty-four | maroon
vampire!remus lupin + biting + blood kink
day twenty-five | i want you
pirate captain!miguel o'hara + sex as payment
day twenty-six | teamwork
pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson) + gangbang
day twenty-seven | my little flower
din djarin + fantasy au + cockwarming
day twenty-eight | hysteria
doctor!aleksander morozova x hysteria patient!reader + historical au + fuck machine
day twenty-nine | can't fight the moonlight
werewolf!bucky barnes x gf!reader + predator/prey + monsterfucking
day thirty | magical mimic
eddie munson x witch!reader + magical mutual masturbation
day thirty-one | you canât put it in
stepbro!peter parker + halloween pussyjob
Š 2023 thyme-in-a-bubbleÂ
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