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The new teaching assistant is too hot for his own good, distracting most of the girls in your class.You're not too bothered by him, he's just another pretty face- until you get pulled by him for failing the class. It's every girls wet dream, getting taught by the hot new teacher- and you find yourself slowly falling into a sickly sweet situation.
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Age gap, inappropriate touching, arguments, angst, eventual smut, obsession, hidden relationship, public sex.
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By the next week, youâre a flurry of emotions. Mostly, youâre nervous.
Nail bitingly nervous.
Youâre not sure how itâs got this bad, to the point where youâre scared to attend your own class- but youâve been in this for three years now, and youâre not about to give up at the last stretch.
You refuse. Youâd be damned if you let a man get in the way of your dream, your degree or anything you wanted to achieve.
You wrap your denim coat around you, teeth lightly chattering as you make your way over to the classroom.
âHey, wait up,â you turn, looking over your shoulder. Itâs a guy, youâre pretty sure is from your class, but you donât really pay enough attention to know for certain.
He smiles at you as he catches up and you can see his breath in the cold dark morning. âI uh, I just wanted to say hi,â he says and you raise an eyebrow. This was doing absolutely nothing for you.
You round the corner to class in an awful silence, thankful when you see Molly waiting there for you, coffee in hand. Her head practically snaps towards the guy walking next you, but you just shake your head as you walk up to her.
âGood morning beautiful, coffee?â She asks, holding yours out while evil eyeing the guy stood half in the doorway, waiting.
âWho is that?â Molly whisper yells, taking a sip from her coffee, eyes never leaving him. You shrug, warming your hands on your own.
âNot a clue, he just wanted to say hi apparently,â
âThatâs a shame,â Molly begins, raising her voice. âToo bad youâre spoken for,â both eyebrows raise as you look over your shoulder, seeing the guys shoulders slump as he enters the classroom. Your ears are scarlet red from the cold, but also the embarrassment.
Youâd kinda forgot Rafe existed until Molly said that, and now you were back to feeling all nervous and shitty about going into class.
Molly grins, linking her hand into your own as she leads you into the classroom too, seeing the guy sat at the very back, at the top. You donât give him much thought, mind already clouded with rafe, when you both take a seat on the bottom row again.
Speaking of- Rafe is sat at his desk, legs crossed onto the desk, head in a book. Heâs got a blue knitted sweater on and some dark dress pants on.
âHe looks yummy,â Molly whispers, nudging your arm. You sigh, observing the way he thumbs the page at the top of the book. With the way you were acting, anyone would think that you were as in love with him as the next person.
With that, you werenât sure.
The last few students flutter into class and you look around, not spotting Kendra. Her minions are here, but no top bimbo.
Rafe closes his book, a noise you notice immediately as you turn back around, to see his eyes already boring into your own- for what feels like forever, like heâs trying to read you, before he looks away, smiling and clearing his throat.
âWelcome in guys, donât worry, Iâve got the heating on,â a few laughs come from around the room as Rafe moves from around his desk to come stand at the front of it.
âSo, weâre nearing the end of this first chunk of content- so I thought Iâd give you an actual test this time. See how youâre all doing. Yes, you will be graded.â A chorus of groans.
You watch as Rafe crosses his arms over his chest and despite the sweater, you can still see his biceps- flexing as he laughs at everyoneâs pity party. He reaches behind him, grabbing an even thicker stack of paper compared to the last one, and begins handing them out. He throws two on your table for you and Molly before moving onwards, not even giving you a second look.
âWhat was that?â Molly asks and you shrug, completely confused yourself.
âOkay guys,â Rafe begins as he stands back at the front of the class. âYou get sixty minutes. No more, no less, starting now.â
The classroom falls silent as you open the first page of the paper, the material completely engraved in your mind. It doesnât take you long to get halfway through the paper, trying to remember that you have to explain more how you got your answer, when someone taps you on the shoulder.
You turn, seeing the girl behind you beckoning hushed with a note, trying to do so without Rafe seeing. You take it, confused as you briefly look around the room. The guy from earlier slightly waves at you, grinning as he mouths for you to open it.
You turn back, cheeks burning as you unfold the piece of scrap paper.
I donât care if youâre spoken for. Iâd like to take you on a date.
Tobey
Molly taps your leg and you turn the note so she can see it, and it doesnât take two seconds before sheâs turning around and shooting him the evils. You donât even get time to send back a no when the note is snatched out of your hand, Rafe bringing it up to read.
His eyes glance over the piece of paper before looking down at you and you shake your head- you do not want to get kicked out of class for this. Thereâs something behind his eyes as he looks up and spots Tobey, whoâs doing anything but look now heâs been caught.
âTobey Brown,â Rafe says, voice commanding. Everyone albeit stops what theyâre doing at glances between the two, as Tobey catches Rafeâs eyes.
âWhy are you passing notes in a test?â Rafe asks and Tobey shrugs, dropping his pen.
âYouâre really gonna get between two students in love?â Tobey snickers, causing some of the people in the classroom to laugh. Rafeâs eyes dart down to your own as if confirming with you, to which you shake your head. He nods, looking back up at Tobey.
âYou bet your ass I am. Youâre disqualified from this test and youâll receive zero points. Leave my classroom now.â You can hear Tobey scoff.
âYou canât do that,â he sounds unsure in himself, but Rafe only grins.
âI can, and I am. You donât pass notes during tests- especially to girls who donât want them,â a few more people laugh in the class and you look back to see Tobeyâs eyes burning into you as he grabs his things. He doesnât say a further word as he huffs out of the classroom, slamming the door behind him.
âBack to your tests guys, twenty minutes left,â Rafe says, crumpling up the note and throwing it into the trash can next to his desk.
The twenty minutes fly by, and itâs not long before Rafe is stood at the front of his desk, collecting papers from everyone as they leave. This time, youâre not the last one to leave as you pass him your paper, hoping he wonât say anything- but he does.
âHey, mind staying back for a quick chat?â You nod, standing off to the side as everyone leaves, Molly included. She doesnât go without a wiggle of her eyebrows and it makes you giggle, as Rafe shuts the classroom door.
He takes a seat back at his desk and you walk over, standing in front. âSo, where were you last week?â He asks, folding his arms over his chest.
âI uh, wasnât feeling too well,â you lie. You know he knows youâre lying too, you can see it in his eyes. He nods, leaning forward, and you can see him swallow.
âThat uh, Tobey Brown kid, youâre not seeing him are you?â The question shocks you, and youâre sure itâd slap you in the face if it could.
âWhy do you care if I am?â A flash of anger reaches across his face, before it disappears again, replaced with a look of discomfort.
âIâm not saying- I just donât think heâs a good kid,â kid. The word sinks in like bricks in a pool, heavy and hard. If he thought Tobey was a kid- what did he think of you?
You were the same age as Tobey afterall. It put everything you thought into question- was he just an overly affectionate guy to his students? Or was he a creep. You bite your tongue instead of asking.
Rafe can sense a change in your mood, like youâre lost deep in thought- so he stands, beckoning for you to follow him into his office. He grabs your paper, opening the door.
You follow. Like youâre on autopilot, you follow him. You take a seat at the all too familiar chair as he takes a seat from across you, placing the paper between you.
He doesnât open it. Youâre wondering why, basking in the silence between the two of you when he speaks.
âAre we going to review my paper?â your eyes meet his own. Heâs lax, sat back in his seat, arms crossed on his chest and his legs sit wide open under the table. They donât quite touch yours, not yet.
âYes, yes we are. Iâm gonna tell you whatâs wrong and youâre gonna re figure it out,â he tells you, smile watched into his features as he leans forward. He opens the paper, scanning through it as he looks for something youâve done wrong.
Youâre looking too, waiting for when he stops- and when he finally does, youâre embarrassed. Itâs an easy question, that you were positive youâd got right. Rafe places the paper in front of you, finger jabbing the spot where youâre supposed to be looking before passing you a pen.
âYouâve gone wrong at some point during this, and I want you to figure out how,â he says, leaning back again. You nod, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before leaning down and looking at the question.
It doesnât take you long to get frustrated, getting the same answer over and over again. You whine, looking up at Rafe whoâs watching you with amusement. âI canât figure it out,â
âWhy not? Whatâs confusing you?â His voice is cool, slicing right through your thoughts and you completely forget what you were going to say.
âI donât know, I get the same answer every time,â rafe nods, standing from his chair. Heâs round the desk in no time, leaning over you and looking at your reworkings of the question.
Your lungs stop working. You canât breathe, eyes darting down at your slightly shaking hand as heâs all in your space. His presence feels so inviting, warm musky smell going right through your nostrils despite the lack of breathing youâre able to do.
He jabs the page again, causing your eyes to flutter over where heâs looking. He takes the pen from your hand, crossing out one of your workings and replacing it with his own. It changes the entire equation, giving a complete different answer from the one you had.
You feel so stupid. The pen drops to the paper and Rafe leans in closer. âDo you get it now?â He whispers, breath hot and heavy on your neck, causing you to shiver.
You nod, slowly, feeling his back against the back of your head as it tips backwards with your nod. Both his hands splay on the desk around you, caging you in.
âYeah? Explain it to me,â he drawls, and you feel the heat crawl up your neck. If he could, heâd see your face bright red.
âI uh- I fucked up with one of my last equations which sent me in the wrong direction- it shouldâve uh, been m equals 15x and not m equals 16x. Iâm not sure where the extra number came from,â you whisper, gulping as he leans in even closer, if possible.
âGood. I knew youâd get there eventually, sweetheart.â You thought, when you first saw this man two weeks ago, you wouldnât be like everyone else in class. He was a pretty face, the new chew toy for all the girls in class. Youâd have thought- you wouldnât be bothered by his voice, or his muscles, or his face- but boy, was he testing you.
You turn in the chair, looking up at him as heâs already staring down at you. You can feel it, feel the need, as neither of you move an inch. Just staring. You couldnât deny how attractive he was, especially this close. His eyes break away from your own and down to your lips, before looking back up at you. Thereâs something there, glinting behind his blue irises.
He moves closer. If this were anywhere else, there wouldnât be that nagging in the back of your head that this were wrong. Heâs your teacher- but, the other side argues that heâs just an assistant- but god, youâd be damned if you werenât feeling this right now. In this moment, heâs not your teacher. This is something else.
His eyes dart down to your lips again and it feels like youâve been here for a millennia before he whispers, âfuck it.â
And suddenly, youâre kissing. He leans in closer, hands grasping your cheeks as you try to turn in the seat even more, grasping at his sweater. He kisses you like heâs got no oxygen, hands swiping up to push your hair behind your ears.
You moan slightly as his teeth scrape your bottom lip, fingers wrapping around his neck and scraping your fingers through the buzzed hair there. Rafe groans, pulling you up from the chair and pushing it out of the way. His hands make their way down to your waist, pushing you backwards towards the desk. You reach up, sitting on the desk, lips still locked onto Rafeâs.
One of his hands wrapped around your waist, the other splays on top your thigh just at the edge of your dress. You can feel his hand slipping behind your denim jacket, onto the small of your back as he pulls you towards the edge of the desk and you open your legs for him, allowing him to slot in between.
He groans, pulling away from you. Heâs breathing heavy, lips swollen, and you can only imagine what you look like if he still looks that good.
He looks down between the two of you, letting out a heavy sigh. âYouâre killing me, fuck.â His fingers play with the edge of your dress, chest heaving. You move a hand up the back of his head, feeling the buzz before pulling him back in for another kiss.
He accepts, capturing your lips again, hand slipping underneath your dress. Heâs sliding his fingers over the sensitive part of your thigh, getting closer and closer to where you know youâre positively soaked, because of him.
And then reality hits. Like a freight train, it hits. Youâre in his office, kissing your teacher. Kissing a twenty seven year old man. You pull back, shaking your head as the foggy mush finally leaves. Rafeâs look is questioning but he pulls back, hands leaving you colder than previously.
âI just- I donât know, I think this is-â Rafe nods, face turning to stone. He fully pulls away from you, standing to the side as he sorts his pants out.
âYeah, Iâll see you tomorrow for class.â He doesnât look at you and you wonder what youâve done wrong, but he doesnât say another word as you grab your bag, silently leaving the office.
As you reach your car, you canât help but feel youâre made a mistake- uncomfortable heat between your legs and heavy head unable to think straight. You donât know really, what actually just happened- but you know Molly was right.
You definitely wanted more. It makes you wonder why you stopped in the first place, freezing up like you did the time before. Youâve never had a man make you this nervous, ever.
But the way that he reacted when you stopped? It wasnât good. Like he thought you regretted it or something, when you didnât. You were just confused.
As you turn the ignition, you run your hands over your face. You werenât sure what youâd got yourself into, but this was far from over.
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Can we have more of teacher reader and single dad rafe? Like maybe he catches another one of the students fathers trying to flirt with her during the teacher conference.
he would soooo be dramatic about it in his own special rafe way. it was just a parent-teacher conference, there was nothing wrong with her talking to the other guy. but what was wrong was how he was looking her up and down, slipping in flirtatious comments while she was trying to talk about his daughters grades.
rafe watched from the waiting area she set up in her classroom, knee bouncing with barely contained rage. his son was none the wiser â preoccupied with a coloring page she printed out for all the waiting students. she was sweet like that. she didnât deserve the vulgarity of that douchebagâs stare.
but he knows how she wants to keep their relationship out of her work for now. and he understands that and respects that. so he goes through the motions of a casual conference. listening and casting looks over at his son when she compliments his reading quiz scores. her kitten heel clad foot bumps rafeâs shin, a small touch, but one that soothes some of the irritation simmering in him.
âi donât know what youâre doing with him at home, mr. cameron, but iâm very pleased with his improvement.â
âwell, uhâ weâve been going over his vocab list, doinâ what you suggested. itâs all thanks to you.â
her sweet smile and nervous twiddle of her pen makes a smirk twitch at his lips. she walks them to the door since theyâre her last conference, causal small talk turning into their own specific flow. his sons pads down the hallway to the restroom, rafe promising to wait for him.
she leans against the door frame, blinking up at him and playing with the charm on her necklace (that he got her). she gives him a sweet little grin when he mentions the parent who was giving her âextra attentionâ.
âi was fine, rafeâŚâ
âi really, really, donât give a shit, sweetheart. heâs lucky kids were around.â
âyouâre ridiculââ
he pulls her in by her belt loop, pressing a soft kiss to her chapstick covered lips. her hand finds its way to his chest, fingers dancing along the buttons of his plaid shirt. just wishing they were at his house and that she could pull them open. her lips part gently under his, a tease of his tongue against hers before itâs over all too soon.
they pull back slowly, breathless smiles on both their lips. they want to linger there together, want to stay in their own little bubble. if only. he leaves her with a squeeze of his hand, whispering a command hotly in her ear of promises to come:
âyou tell me if he does that shit again, aâight? know iâll take care youâŚâ
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Since Day One
summary: Mr. Cameron your teacher was the most desired man in the entire school, but so were you for him.
warnings: p in v, unprotected s, harsh words, daddy calling, fem uni student x teacher smut, semi public, hidden, slut shaming (kinda)
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Rafe Cameron, otherwise known as... Mr. Cameron teaches history at your university. I don't think there is a single person who doesn't find him attractive, not one. All eyes in class were glued to him, making it impossible for anyone to concentrate. But you caught his attention. You were the one he fixed his eyes on. You were aware of the sexual tension between you two, yet unsure whether to acknowledge it or engage with it.
When the class ended, you approached his desk to bring up a question about today's material. Altering your outfit to reveal a touch more cleavage. "Excuse me Sir". You remarked innocently as he stashed his laptop in his bag, hoping to catch his gaze. Turning towards you, he is taken aback slightly and his eyes widen in surprise at the sight of you adjusting your outfit. A soft sigh escapes him as his eyes roam over your form. "Well, hello. How can I lend a hand?" He responds in a playful yet serious way.
Smiling, you lock eyes with him and raise your head to meet his, emphasizing the height contrast between you two. "Well.. I was wondering if you offer private tutoring sessions? I don't really get history.. Sir". A smirk appeared on his lips when he heard your question. Taking a seat, he leaned back in his chair, keeping his eyes locked on yours. He can pick up on the tension between you two and he's not ignoring it. "So, private lessons, huh?" You nod, curious why he's posing a rhetorical question as if it wasn't clear. With a mischievous grin, you place your hands on his desk and subtly showcase your cleavage. "Yes, Sir..".
After a momentary glance at your cleavage, Rafe's gaze returns to your face, with a spark of desire flickering in his eyes. "Hmm..." He murmured, followed by a brief pause. "You know what, I can help you out, kid. I can see you're really enthusiastic about learning, so I'll give you some assistance today. " He says as he rises from his desk. "Thank you very much, sir. Would you like to head to the library?" He gestures with a flourish as he extends his hand to you. "After you Miss.. Miss L/N." The library is a place of calmness on campus. Like my office." He grins at you as he leads you out of the door. Both of you get out of the lecture hall and make your way to the library. On my journey there, I take a moment to fix my outfit, raising the hem of my mini skirt.
Upon reaching the library, Rafe's attention is drawn to your revealed skin, his gaze filled with desire as he observes the way you sway in your form-fitting attire. You chose a desk located in the corner of the library for added privacy. Your intentions as clear as water. Following closely behind, he pulled out a chair for you and then sat down next to you. Seated comfortably, you lean in with your elbow on the table and your hand supporting your cheek. "Teach me.."Â
At your words, his eyes brighten and he leans in closer, his gaze burning with intensity. "Very well, Y/N." He reaches to the book you placed on the table, that you used in class and starts flipping through pages until he finds what he's looking for. "Alright.. let's begin with... this" He said pointing at the page. Your eyes focused on the book. But your mind barely concentrating.
Rafe observes your distracted state, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Miss L/N, is there something on your mind?" Leaning in, he places his hand on your thigh beneath the desk and gently squeezes it. "You appear... preoccupied." His touch stirred butterflies in your stomach, yet you dismiss it with a shake of your head. "I'm perfectly fine, sir," he smirked wider, clearly unconvinced by your words. His fingers delicately moving up and down your thigh in a teasing manner. "Of course.." He says, his voice low and husky, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. "We shall continue." You said nervously and quickly.
He watches your lips intently, his thumb tracing over the sensitive skin. "I think that's a good idea," he replies, taking his hand off your thigh and leaving behind a comforting warmth. Silently nodding, you turn your attention back to the book. Briefly captivated by your cleavage and curves, he soon returned his gaze to the book in his hand. "Now, where were we? Ah yes." He flips through the pages until he finds the right spot.Â
Rafe Cameron's voice trails off as he becomes lost in the words and teachings in the book. Unaware of the growing tension in the room. "The ancient texts speak of a ritual, a way to harness the power of desire and lust, and use it to fuel your own abilities." The library was quiet. Your thoughts could only focus on him being right beside you. The notion of him using his spare time to teach you was charming. Boldly, you inch closer and place your hand on his thigh. "Mhm.. desire and lust.." You repeat his words. His breath caught in his throat as he felt the weight of your hand on his thigh, a surge of energy coursing through him at the touch. "Yes.. desire and lust" His voice tracing desire. He becomes aware of the implication of your words, causing his heart to race a bit. With each passing day, he can't ignore the attraction he feels towards you. The tension between you is palpable as he leans in closer, his lips dangerously close to your ear.
He inhales sharply as he detects your hand nearing his expanding bulge. The tempation is too great, and he gives in to the urge, whispering huskily in your ear. "I've craved you.." You face him, your lips on the verge of touching. You softly suggest, "How about we head to your office?" He couldn't resist grinning at your suggestion. His desire for you growing with each moment. He answers your question with a nod, his hand gently touching your cheek. "Yes, I do."
Rafe Cameron enters his office, his eyes flicking over to the desk before turning his gaze back to you. His eyes heavy with desire. With a gentle click, he secures the door and places the keys down before stepping towards you, his hands sliding around your waist as he pushes you against the door. "Let me see more of you." Your breath hitches at the sudden pin to the door. "Make me.." You reply in a quiet voice, moving your hips against his. He lets out a low growl of desire as he listens to your reply, holding onto your waist firmly while drawing closer to you.
"I've been longing for this moment," you say quietly, close to his lips. His lips curve into a smile as he moves his hand from your waist to gently lift your chin, meeting your eyes. "Have you?"
"Mhm.. the teacher everbody wants to fuck, and he chose me.." His eyes darken with desire from your sentence, his hand moving from your chin to your neck, gripping it. "And what do you want?" He asks in a stern dark tone. "Fuck me" You reply as you look into his eyes your mouth open from the grip on your neck while your eyes were locked with his.
He tightens his grip on your neck as he draws you in closer to him. "You want me to fuck you against the door like some desperate slut?" He whispers in your ear. Your head instinctively nodding in agreement at this point, yearning for his touch. "Fuck me like your personal doll". Your words ignite a primal desire in his eyes, causing his hand to move from your neck and slide down your body, lifting your skirt to uncover your thighs and panties. "You want me to use you, fuck you so rough until you're begging for me to stop?" You let out a quiet moan at the imagination of it nodding your head. "Yes.. yes please"
He lets out a deep chuckle as he moves in close to your ear. His warm breath brushing against your skin. "I'll make sure you can barely stand by the time I'm done with you."Â His hands move to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he pins you against the door again, His grip on your hip tightens as the other hands thumb brushes against the skin of your inner thigh. "Beg for me then." You whine a little at how he teases you "Please baby, I want you so bad". He swiftly pulls down your panties with a quick movement of his hand. "You want me? You got me". His whispered words were followed by his lips crashing into yours, his tongue entering your mouth as he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. You responded to his kiss by wrapping your arm around the back of his neck, seeking stability.Â
His pants hit the floor with a thud, his hard cock pressing against your core. "Tighten your legs around me, babe," he chuckles, kicking his pants away and sliding one hand underneath you to lead himself into you. "Tell me if I hurt you" He pants out. His tip teasing your folds which already made moans escape your mouth. "Yes daddy".
As he thrusts into you, his groans mix with the sounds of your pleasure, his throbbing member filling you to the hilt. "Fuck, you're so tight baby girl.." He groans, staring to move, in and out of you with the force of a possessed man. "God, I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you" His hand grips your hips as he fucks you harder and faster. From time to time, your back colliding with the door.
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kook!wife!reader whoâs a teacher, despite not needing to work because of rafes salary, but does it anyways. BUT instead of the kook academy, works at the public school for the pogues because she wants to do everything she can to help all the little ones
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teacher rafe plsss!!!!!
(since you guys liked the Teacher!Rafe hereâs another one,but this one has a little smut.
Teacher!Rafe would trap you between the his desk. Pounding into you he has your paper test that you failed. Your fingers gripping into the wood. Standing on your toes to reach his height. âHow many men have stepped in the moon? Huh?â He pants from his fast movement. âT-twelve?â You look up at him with tears of pleasure and overstimulation.
âgood girl.â He kisses your lips roughly. Hands you one of your pink pencil. âWrite it down.â He demand. âI c-canât.â You look down at the slightly moving desk. âOh yes you can.â He bends you down,leaning against you,holding your small hand and writes it down. âRafeee.â You whimper.
âcâmonnn.â He kisses your neck. âLast question,alright! You can handle.â He moves your sweat cover hair out of your face. âWhatâs another name for Paleolithic age?â You whine thinking. âS-tone age.â âRafe I canât!â .
âItâs alright,cum on daddyâs cock.â He starts making out with you. Rafe then lays you on his chair and grabs tissues. Wipes himself and wipes your slit. He pulls up your skirt. âCâmon letâs get you home.â He holds your waist and brings your out to his car to drop you off.
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Teachers pet.
TWS: Age difference, Smut, Language, Dub con, almost caught, innocent reader, maybe non-con.
Teacher x student.
Summary: Y/n is a student of Mr. Cameron, Mr. Cameron thinks y/n is a very naive girl.
âHe's so cuteâ Your friend Fern gossips.
âMore like hot, I'd let him hitâ Your other friend Lana giggles.
âStop guys he's a permanent teacher. And he's like 30, It's gross and weirdâ You fake gag.
âDoes it matter, it's not like we're actually gonna sleep with himâ Lana informs you.
âAre you girls don't talking?â Mr. Cameron asks pausing his work on the board.
âYes sir. I'm sorry. It won't happen againâ You apologize.
âGood. Now if we could get back to the lessonâ Mr. Cameron basically shouts.
Your friends all giggle and tease you for being so obedient.
âAlright, can I get a student to come up here and write the answer? Any volunteers?â Mr. Cameron asks the classroom while looking around.
âNo one. Alright, let's get one of the chit-chatters. How about you H/Câ Mr. Cameron said while looking you in the eyes
âMe?â You gasp hurrying on your feet. âYes, you. Come on, don't be shyâ Mr Cameron holds out the chalk.
You grab it and think for a second about the answer âit's Four thousand and sixâ You answered.
âWow, good girl. Didn't even need a calculatorâ Mr. Cameron chuckles.
âYeah it wasn't that hardâ You smile.
He smiles back, putting his head down and then up âYou're a smart girl. Can you stay after class?â Mr. Cameron sighed.
âYes, I can. Am I in trouble?â you ask interested.
âNope just wanna talk some things overâ He put out.
You smile and then go back to your seat, you felt your cheeks heat up.
âOh, my God. He totally likes you. He called you a good girlâ Lana squeaks.
âHe was just being friendlyâ you gleam.
âHe was giving fuck me eyesâ Lana protests âShut up Lana, he's just a nice guyâ You state.
âTell me that after he fucks youâ Lana shrieks.
âGirls please be quiet, your disrupting my classâ Mr. Cameron howls.
âSorry Mr Cameron-â You apologize.
Getting cut off by the bell, students run out of the class.
You get up and stand at the teacher's desk âWhat do you need?â You ask him, he goes over to the door to lock it.
âI just wanted to talk. You seem smart and matureâ Mr. Cameron smirks.
âThank you. You seem like a really good teacherâ you compliment him.
âSo I was thinking maybe you could be my assistant. Don't worry you get paidâ Mr. Cameron offers.
âI'd love toâ You giggle.
He places his hand on your shoulder âyour also really prettyâ He hesitated while saying it.
âYour very um handsomeâ you stumble on your words.
His hand slides down your arm âYour just a charmer aren't youâ Mr. Cameron jokes.
You giggle a bit âSo can I go now?â you ask.
âI'd prefer you to stay, I have an hour until my next classâ Mr. Cameron makes known to me.
âOkay so what will we do Mr. Cameronâ You purred.
âDon't call me Mr. Cameron, it reminds me of my father. Please call me Rafeâ He warbles.
âRafe. You don't look like a Rafe maybe a Charlesâ You laugh.
He laughs a bit then cups your face, smashing his lips onto yours.
You push him back âwhat are you doing? You're my teacherâ You whisper shout.
âI know this isn't professional but fuck you're too prettyâ He grumbles.
Places his hands on both sides of the desk. Trapping you.
âNo one has to knowâ He whisper.
âThis isn't good. You could get fired and I could get expelledâ You defend your reasoning.
âI'll take that riskâ He lets out a deep chuckle.
Kissing you again but more passionately. You decide you confine and kiss him back.
His hands go on your hips.
He slips his tongue in your mouth, exploring every part of ther's.
He then tries to unbutton your blouse. Once he got it off he threw it across the room.
You then start to unbutton his shirt. Accidentally breaking a button.
You pull away and apologize âIt's fine just don't stopâ Rafe groans.
Dry humping you, you make your way to his belt. Taking it off, sliding his pants down.
He lets go of the kiss and kisses your neck roughly. Bound to leave a hockey.
You slowly pump him through his boxers.
âPlease fuck me, Rafeâ You moan.
He slides his boxers down.
You gasp at the size of his dick. He chuckles a bit.
He puts your underwear on the side. Teasing you by tapping his cock on your vagina.
You moan as he puts the tip in.
âYou're so prettyâ He groans before pushing it all in.
He lets you adjust to it for a second, then he snaps his hips into you, at a steady pace.
âFuck Rafe slow downâ You scream.
He rubs your clit in a circular motion âStop Rafeâ You whine.
It was all too much, you felt like you were gonna pass out.
You felt your orgasm build up.
âFuckâ You moan.
You slowly ease into your orgasm. Then you felt his cock twitch inside of you.
He pulled out and his liquids dripped out of you.
âFuck Rafe I'm not on the pillâ You jeered.
âI'll give you money for the after pill. Baby don't worry about itâ He chuckles.
Kissing your cheek.
âI hope to see you aroundâ Rafe jokes.
You get up and grab a tissue and wipe yourself, grabbing your shirt and putting it on.
âYeah how about tomorrow at 2 pm?â You mock.
You open the door and as you're about to leave he slips you a hundred-dollar bill.
âGo get to it now before your next classâ He demands.
You smile at him and then leave.
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uncle!rafe cameron x teacher!reader brain goes brrrrr
#ďź sunnie rambles ๨ৠďź#uncle rafe has no love life beyond hookups#but when he picks up john b and sarah's kids from school#he meets the youngest's teacher and is like âuh ohâ#bc he thinks shes gorgeous#AND YOU BET THE KIDS ARE GONNA CLOCK HIM
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rafe being the only dog in a dog fight run by ward and barry MMMMMMMMMHHHHH
#theme of a kinktober fic#*teacher curling finger over mouth pose.*#no but heâs so betta fish that kills itself bc it saw its reflection and tried to fight itself to death#essentially rafe is more animal than man but also an animal because heâs a man#sorry iâve eaten for the first time in hours and iâm going crazy#đ.scrolls
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The new teaching assistant is too hot for his own good, distracting most of the girls in your class.You're not too bothered by him, he's just another pretty face- until you get pulled by him for failing the class. It's every girls wet dream, getting taught by the hot new teacher- and you find yourself slowly falling into a sickly sweet situation.
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Age gap, inappropriate touching, arguments, angst, eventual smut, obsession, hidden relationship, public sex.
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Youâre going out. Youâre not quite sure how youâve let Molly drag you out, convincing you that you just need to drink a bit and clear up some head space from whatâs been happening recently. Once you told her what had happened, and how youâd stopped again, sheâd be adamant that you just needed to see what âcompetitionâ was out there- aka, all the âugly boys in town have nothing on Rafeâ and then youâd be okay shagging him.
âDo I look okay?â You ask her, standing in front of the mirror as she applies the final bit of her lipstick. Molly scoffs, rolling her eyes at you.
âAre you kidding? Itâs any girls wet dream to look like you, yes you look okay.â
She finishes her lipstick and you take a step back, looking at your outfit one final time before youâre being dragged out of your apartment and to Ryanâs car outside. He doesnât drink, youâve discovered, so heâll happily drop you and Molly off and pick you up once youâre finished. You both clamber into the back seat, adjusting your skirt once youâre sat and listening to Molly talk her boyfriends ear off.
Itâs not long before he pulls up at the side of the road, wishing you both a fun time as Molly is practically dragging you out of the car and into the bar right next to it. Itâs Friday night, loud, lots of people pushing around and you eye the crowd.
âAre you sure this is a good idea?â You yell over the music, as Molly looks over at you, gaze hardened. Sheâs still got her hand wrapped around your arm as she drags you up to the bar, waiting to be served.
You have a look around. Thereâs plenty of guys here who arenât that bad looking, yet youâre just not interested. Molly hands you a glass of something that you donât bother to question as she leads to over to a table in a far corner, a bit further away from the crowds. You take a seat, face crinkling when you take a sip of your drink and itâs straight vodka.
Molly giggles at you spluttering, taking a sip of her own drink. âSo, you need to tell me more about Rafe. You canât just tell me youâve kissed him and think Iâm okay not knowing more,â she leans forward on the palm of her hand.
âIt literally was just a kiss, Mol. He touched me a little but I froze up before he could do anything else,â she nods, staring at you like sheâs expecting more.
âGo on,â she says, and youâre not quite sure what else she wants from you, so you say the only thing that comes to mind.
âWhen I told him to stop, he turned 60 degrees on me, like he thought I regretted it or something,â
Molly takes another sip of her drink. âDoll, that man is totally obsessed with you! Of course heâs gonna be upset when you tell him to stop something he thought you were both enjoying.â
You were enjoying it, you think- the way you reacted to him would tell you exactly that. You canât, though, get it out of your head that heâs your teacher.
âI donât know Mol, it just seems weird because heâs our teacher,â she raises an eyebrow at you.
âTeaching assistant. Maybe thatâs whatâs stopping you, the thought of shagging a teaching assistant even though heâs hot,â the crowd gets especially loud after her statement and you look up, half expecting everyone in the bar to be listening in and judging you- but theyâre just watching some sport on the tv.
You sigh, swirling your straw in your drink as you think about it. If thatâs the bit thatâs holding you back, then how do you get around it? Molly reaches over the table, grabbing your hand.
âGirl, donât worry. Tonight Iâm gonna convince you that itâs okay to shag him, hand on heart,â she smirks at you, raising her glass and clinking it against your own. The notion brings a smile to your face.
So far, Molly has had a great time convincing you that all the other guys in town arenât worth your time- and so far, itâs working. Youâve had three guys try their luck and each time, youâve turned them down.
Youâre sat in the fifth bar of the night, feeling a little tipsy from whatever Molly has been passing you to drink, and youâre actually enjoying yourself. You're thinking more and more about Rafe- about how he looks, how he smells, how he acts.
Itâs confusing you, youâll admit- youâre not sure what exactly it is about him that makes you so nervous. Youâre not grabbing for his attention like everyone else in class- yet you find yourself slowly wishing to see him more and more. Youâre not quite sure what to make of those feelings, or how to even put them into words for Molly to give you advice.
Five minutes later, Molly comes back from the bathroom, phone in hand. âIâm so sorry babe, Iâve got to go- Ryanâs had a bit of an emergency.â You nod your head, downing your drink with her before hugging her goodbye. She turns to leave, before turning back to you.
âAre you gonna get home okay?â She asks, and you swallow, standing on shaky legs. Youâre a little more drunk than you thought.
âYeah- I- I should be fine,â you muster out, smiling at your friend. She raises an eyebrow, contemplating, before giving you a kiss on the cheek and rushing out the bar.
You decide to wait a few minutes before exiting yourself, pushing the bar door and being blasted by the cold night air. It makes you regret wearing so little, as you pull your phone out of your bag and opening Uber.
Molly is already long gone, the sidewalk littered with other drunk people. Itâs currently seven oâclock, already dark- and people are drunk. You scoff, realising youâre just as bad as everyone else.
You stand, looking at the prices to go to your home when an idea pops into your head. Campus is still open, and most of the teachers stay late on Friday so they donât have to work weekends.
You could, in theory, go see Rafe. While youâre not level headed- while youâre not thinking straight, because youâll be able to speak easier and maybe even move a little further with him.
Maybe. Maybe doesnât stop drunk you from selecting your building on campus, and climbing inside the Uber when he pulls up in front of you. You hiccup as the Uber pulls away, and he looks at you through the rear view mirror.
âFun night love?â He asks and you smile.
âYeah, not been bad,â
He clears his throat, turning onto the Main Street that leads to campus. âAnd youâre headed to the university now? Whyâs that?â
You smile again, looking down at your nails. âIâm going to see my boyfriend, heâs working late,â
The words fall from your lips and you donât even mind them, drunken stupor fueling you along. The driver nods as he pulls into the campus, navigating the windy roads before you see your building and he pulls into the car park. You thank him as he stops and he wishes you a goodnight as you shut the door and watch him drive away.
You breath out, wrapping your flimsy little cardigan around you as you turn to face the building. Youâve no time for normal thoughts as you see Rafeâs classroom light is on and you grin, slightly stumbling as you walk towards the front doors of the building.
The hallways are quiet, apart from the clicking of your heels as you make your way towards the door of your class. Youâre thinking about all the possibilities, all the outcomes of what might happen. You know youâre tipsy, but youâd remember every second of tonight.
You hiccup, giggling as you think about Rafeâs biceps, hand hovering above the handle of the door, when you finally look through the little window on the door.
And your heart stops. You think this is the fastest youâve sobered up, blinking your eyes a few times to make sure youâre seeing what youâre seeing. Itâs not a mirage. No smoke screens.
Rafeâs sat in his chair, legs spread, chin resting on the palm of his hand as Kendra sits cross legged on his desk, holding something out of your view. You can see her twirling her hair around her finger, and Rafe laughs at something she says. You canât swallow. You breathe out, shallow and ragged, the all too familiar feeling of bile rising in your throat.
Why does this bother you so much? Why do you want to cry, want to scream, want to rip her head off her shoulders? Youâre not sure.
Youâre frozen on the spot, watching as she pushes his shoulder back and he swings around in his chair, smile on his face. Youâre locked onto the two of them, unable to shift your eyes- until you see the smile drop from Rafeâs face, his eyes gazing directly back into your own. Kendra turns, looking at what Rafe is looking at, and when she sees you, she smirks.
Like sheâs proud.
âI won, bitch,â she mouths, and you finally unfreeze. A tear slips down your cheek and youâre mad youâre crying over a guy youâve kissed once. Once. And he started it. That, somehow, makes it worse. You turn, setting a quick pace back down the hall. You hear the door open behind you, barely, but nothing else when your ears are ringing this loud.
Why is it bothering you that much? Why?
You swing the front doors of the building open, out into the cold, which has started a spout of pelting rain, really adding to the way you feel. Your ears are blaring at you as you walk down the sidewalk, pulling your phone out of your bag and tapping the screen, ordering an Uber to pick you up at the end of the block.
A hand reaches for you, grasping your arm and spinning you. Itâs Rafe, to your displeasure, saying something to you. His mouth is moving, but youâre not hearing him.
âWill you just stop? Itâs not what it looks like,â you make out and you scoff, ripping your arm from his grasp. You shrug, ignoring the way you want to cry, trying to act indifferent. You should have known better.
The ringing subsides as you continue to walk down the sidewalk, hearing Rafeâs footsteps behind you, his voice sounding like background noise. You turn.
âIâm not bothered about what youâre got to say, to be honest. You can go,â you say, turning around again. You can see your Uber from where you are and you speed up a little, hoping to make it to the car before youâre completely soaked.
âLook- let me explain, please,â he all but begs, and youâre sure you can hear the desperation in his tone. You donât give him the pleasure of seeing your face crumple, wanting to give in.
âI donât care Rafe. Itâs not like weâre together, you can see who you want.â You reach your Uber and feel his fingers slide against your arm, leaving a tingle- but youâre too quick, opening the door and sliding inside the backseat, telling the driver youâre ready to go.
When youâre pulling away, you look over your shoulder out of the window to see him still stood in the rain, watching the car pull away.
You canât believe you could have been so stupid. How could you have not seen? It should have been so obvious to you, so fucking obvious- but you were gullible, stupid. You let yourself believe tonight that he wanted you, and for the first time, you knew you wanted him too.
The Uber pulls up outside your estate and you thank the driver, using your card to get into the side gate as you walk around to your flat. With shaky hands, you open the door and are greeted by whiskers, who meows at you from the hallway table. You smile down at him, scratching between his ears.
âYouâre the only guy who wonât let me down, huh?â He blinks up at you slowly as you sigh, giving him a final scratch before dropping your keys into the bowl and taking your heels off, padding down the hall.
Whiskers follows as you head into your bedroom, taking off your soaked clothes and wrapping yourself in a towel to dry off, finding some old clothes to change into.
You chuck your phone onto your bed, taking a seat on the edge. Your head falls into your hands, breathing deeply as the scene flashes through your mind again. And again. And again.
Even when you try to sleep, it plays. Kendraâs mocking words haunt you, even in deep sleep- and you wake up in the morning, feeling heavy. Despite the lack of good sleep, you get up, getting yourself ready for work.
You feed whiskers, wishing him a good day before leaving the house. You see a flash of red on your doorstep and you back up, pulling your key from the lock.
Red roses. A dozen, along with a box with a bow on the top. Theyâre wet, a card stuck in the top of the roses soggy as you pick them up and read the card.
All it says is sorry, but somehow, you know who theyâre from- and it makes you wonder how he knows where you live. Or how he got in. You scoff, walking down your front path to the bin and chucking it all in, before unlocking your car and heading to work.
Itâs a slow day in the coffee shop, despite it being a Saturday. Youâre exhausted, messing up orders and just being overall clumsy. Lots of familiar faces come and go, and you hate seeing people you know when youâre at work.
Youâre stood at the counter, drawing up some signs for some new treats when the bell above the door chimes.
âWelcome in, what can I get for you?â You ask, out of instinct, not looking up as you finish the last parts of the last sign.
âIâll have a black coffee and your number, please,â you recognise the voice and flutter your eyes up, to see Tobey stood at the counter, smiling down at you. You blush, processing his order.
âSix dollars, please,â he plucks his wallet from his pocket and hands you a twenty, and you give him his change before making his coffee. When you hand it to him, he inspects the cup before looking back at you.
âMy order is wrong,â he says, and you furrow your eyebrows, confused. âOh? How so?â
He grins down at you. âI havenât got your number yet.â
You roll your eyes, turning around to slot the sign into the baking tray with the right sweets. âHave a nice day, Tobey,â you sigh, picking the tray up and walking it over to the big display. You donât hear the door bell again and glance over to see him watching you.
You observe him back. Heâs not bad looking, dark brown hair falling in a neat fringe over his forehead, green eyes and a fairly sharp jaw. Today, heâs wearing some sweats and a hoodie, different from the jeans you remember last time.
You sigh, walking back to the counter and looking up at him expectantly. âCan I help you?â
âYeah. Let me take you out,â he responds straight away, taking a sip of his coffee. He smiles, holding it out. âThis is good, thank you.â
Youâll admit, this is a different side to him from what you saw in class that time. Yeah, heâs still as persistent, but heâs been nicer about it this time.
âI donât know,â you begin, trailing off as you stare out of the window, images of last night flashing through your head again. It angers you, pisses you off, to even think about thinking about it.
âCmon, just one? If you donât like it, then fair enough. Iâll back off.â He tells you, running a hand through his hair. You weigh out your options, contemplating what could happen. And then you remember last night again.
âOkay, what the hell. Iâll give you my number and you can pick me up sometime.â
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Helloooooo đŤśđť sorry this took me so long Iâve been at work đŞ anyway, Iâve just watched the new Noah beck movie, Sidelined, and was wondering if any of you guys would be interested in me writing something for Rafe inspired by that? Love yas, let me know what you think đĽ°
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thinking of teacher reader always giving her students soo much because she knows how much their parents struggle
absolutely!!!!
i like to think (since itâs almost christmas) that she gives out a toy as a christmas present to each kid because she never knows if they have any under their tree at home and wants to make sure they at least have one to open
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teacher!rafe had me oogling!! Can we please get moređŤŁđŤŁ
Teacher!Rafe has you under his desk sucking his cock, as he pets you and tells you sweet nothings.
Teacher!Rafe fucking you in his bed after telling your parents you needed tutoring.
Teacher!Rafe who pulls you into his class to make out.
Teacher!Rafe who lets you sleep during his class sometimes.
Teacher!Rafe who fucks you during his free period.
#rafe outer banks#rafe#rafe imagine#rafe cameron prompt#rafe x reader#rafe concepts#rafe thoughts#rafe cameron#rafe obx#rafe cameron imagine#teacher x student#teacher!rafe
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ENTRY 316
I recently got back in touch with my former art teacher. It's been years. I met her in elementary school, and I'm 41 years old now.
I was so thankful for the chance to tell her what a positive impact she made on my life. A lot of people already tend to ask, "Elementary? Not high school or college?" Yes, elementary school because it was one of the only times a teacher actually liked me. As a kiddo with undiagnosed ADHD, I annoyed the hell outta my teachers. I never meant to, I wasn't bad, I just had some symptoms that weren't being treated.
This art class was different though. She instilled the love of art in me. She took time with me, showed me things two or three times if she had to. She didn't seem bothered by me at all. She even smiled at me! And she made us dried fruit right there in the classroom all the time. I still think of her when I pick up a bag of dried mangoes.
She shared stories in class about not only art history, but of being Native American and having a brother that's a Vietnam War veteran. Her class was about ART and LIFE, I'll never forget it. It was a completely different world in her classroom, an escape I desperately needed.
Sometimes she read stories to us in class if they were creative enough, and especially if they could accompany an art assignment in some way. One story stuck with me through the years, to the point where I don't even remember the rest of that day, only the story she read to us. It was one of the first things I asked about when I made contact.
It's a story about seeing the beauty within, within nature and the soul. I loved it because a powerful being and his sister saw the beauty in someone despite her appearance. This touched my heart when I was little because I wanted friends but wasn't liked. I wanted to share things with others, spend time, never really happened though. I was bullied at school and then I went home to an abusive environment. I had no one.
The girl in the story though, she got a happy ending and I loved this story so much, I was excited to ask about it in middle-age. I included a screenshot of the convo to show how I acted like a two year old. lol
I just wanted this book in my library and more than ever, I wanted to tell Miss Curtis how much she meant to me and what positive impact she made on my life. Both wishes were granted. I have the book and told her how amazing she is. Her kindness and creativity was everything. I'm glad I got to tell her that. More thoughts later.
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RAFE CAMERON - paired up together
quarterback!extroverted jock x shy!introverted!FEM!reader - MASTERLIST
SUMMARY: based on this request
WORD COUNT: 2.1k
GENRE: fluff
CONTENT WARNING: soft!rafe cameron
your mom and dad always had a vision for you, one that didnât exactly include self-defense classes. when you were younger, they signed you up for piano lessons, art workshops, and just about anything that didnât involve sweat or the possibility of a sprained ankle. they didnât want you to feel weak, of course, but they thought strength came from different thingsâdiscipline, refinement, skill.
âyou donât need to learn to throw punches,â your mom would say. âyou need discipline. structure. music.â
so youâre not exactly the strongest person in the world, but youâre not weak either. youâve got your limits, sure, but you also like to think you can handle yourself if you absolutely had to. youâre just hoping today isnât one of those days.
as you walk with your best friend to PE, the two of you are mid-gossip, laughing at something she said about the latest drama in your grade.
âand then she had the nerve to say my dress was last season, when hers looked like it came out of her grandmaâs attic,â lana says, flipping her hair dramatically.
you snort. âmaybe she was going for vintage?â
âvintage?â she scoffs, rolling her eyes. âthereâs a difference between vintage and⌠tragic.â
the conversation carries you all the way to the gym, where your PE teacher, coach davis, claps his hands together and gets everyoneâs attention.
âalright, listen up!â he booms, his voice echoing off the walls. âtoday, weâre starting a self-defense unit. and before anyone complains, let me just sayâyouâre gonna thank me later. trust me.â
thereâs a murmur of interest and maybe a little dread from the class. you glance around and spot the football teamârafe cameron and topper thornton in the cornerâleaning against the wall like theyâre above it all. rafeâs tossing a football between his hands absentmindedly, while topperâs saying something that makes him smirk.
âof course theyâre here,â lana mutters, following your gaze, looking at each football player.
âat least weâre not getting paired with them,â you whisper back, half-joking.
lana shakes her head, âi feel like you just jinxed us.â
you look at her, âno, you just jinxed us by saying that i jinxed us.â
she looks at you with a confused face, âyouâre not even making sense, like at all.â
âwhatever, they're football players, it would be weird if we were paired with them,â you raised your shoulders.
coach davis goes on to explain the basics of the class, ending with the bombshell: âyouâre gonna be partnered up for these drills. iâll call out the pairs.â
your friend groans dramatically. âif itâs not them then iâm gonna get stuck with someone who doesnât even know how to hold a fist properly.â
âmaybe itâll be me,â you say, grinning.
âplease,â she shoots back. âyouâre not hopeless. youâre just⌠delicate.â
before you can defend yourself, coach starts calling out pairs. when he says your best friendâs name, followed by topperâs, her jaw drops.
âyouâve got to be kidding me,â she whispers, shooting you a look. âlike i said, you jinxed us.â
âat least heâs strong?â you offer, barely holding back a laugh.
âand annoying.â she sighs, but thereâs a faint pink tinge to her cheeks as she walks over to topper.
then coach calls your name.
âyouâre with rafe cameron.â
your stomach drops. you glance up to find rafe already looking at you, his eyebrows slightly raised, the smirk replaced by something unreadable.
âgreat,â you mutter under your breath, grabbing your water bottle and making your way over.
the self-defense gym class is not exactly your idea of a good time. the thought of being paired up with anyone, let alone someone like rafe cameronâquarterback, golden boy, cute jock extraordinaireâmakes you want to melt into the floor. but when coach calls your name, followed by his, thereâs no escaping it.
you shuffle over to him, clutching your water bottle, avoiding his eyes. rafe, on the other hand, stands there looking like heâs just been told he won the lottery, but heâs trying way too hard to play it cool.
âguess weâre partners,â he says, a little too brightly, flashing that easy grin of his. itâs the kind of smile that probably works on everyone else, but you just nod and mumble, âyeah, okay.â
the first drill is basicâa wrist grab escape.
âso,â he starts, dropping the football to the ground and kicking it aside, âhereâs the plan. iâll go easy on you, obviously. i mean, iâm not gonna, like, actually grab you or anything. just⌠enough so you can practice the moves. sound good?â
you blink at him, unsure what to say. heâs talking fast, like heâs trying to fill the silence before it even has a chance to settle.
âand if youâre not sure about something, just tell me,â he continues, his hands gesturing animatedly. âiâve, uh, done some of this stuff before. kind of, you know⌠for football and stuff.â he scratches the back of his neck, like that explains everything.
âokay,â you say softly, nodding.
he hesitates for a moment, like heâs waiting for you to say more, but when you donât, he shifts awkwardly, shoving his hands into his pockets.
âcool. yeah. uh⌠so, you wanna start with the wrist grab thing?â he asks, his voice a little higher than usual.
âsure,â you reply, your tone neutral.
he stares at you for a second longer, then clears his throat and rubs his hands together. âalright. thisâll be easy. just⌠pretend Iâm the bad guy or something.â
you glance up at him briefly, your lips twitching into the smallest of smiles. âokay, bad guy.â
his laugh is sudden, almost startled, like he didnât expect you to say that. he recovers quickly, though, his grin softening into something less forced.
âalright, letâs do this,â he says, stepping a little closer. you try not to focus on how tall he is, how he seems to take up all the space around you.
the first few exercises are awkward, to say the least. rafe has to grab your wrist in whatâs supposed to be a firm hold, and youâd have to fumble your way through the escape technique. itâs not perfect, but itâs good enough to get the drill going.
the two of you are both way too aware of each other. the awkwardness of it all makes the air feel heavier, and thereâs this strange, bubbling tension that neither of you knows how to shake. rafeâs grip on your wrist is a little too firm at first, and you instinctively yank it out of his hold too quickly, which makes you both pause and look at each other for a second.
thereâs a beat of silence, and then rafeâs face cracks into a grin. âuh⌠yeah, youâre definitely supposed to slowly pull away,â he says, his voice a little too bright for the situation.
you blink at him, your face flushing. âsorry, IâuhâI panicked.â
he lets out a quiet chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. âitâs fine. weâre just trying this out.â
you canât help but feel embarrassed, your cheeks heating up under his gaze. you didnât think self-defense could be this awkward, but the whole thing is kind of ridiculous. the movements feel so stiff and uncoordinated, and you can tell rafe is trying way too hard to hide his laughter.
âokay,â you mutter, looking anywhere but at him. âletâs try again.â
this time, rafe tries to go easy on you, adjusting his stance, but as soon as he grabs your wrist again, thereâs a moment of hesitation, and both of you burst into suppressed giggles. itâs just too sillyâthe way youâre both standing there, pretending to fight, looking like absolute amateurs.
you canât stop the laughter from slipping out, and the sound is so unexpected that it catches you off guard. your face burns, and you quickly cover it with your hand, hoping no one notices how flustered you are.
âokay, okay,â rafe says between laughs, still holding your wrist but clearly fighting to keep himself together. his heart is racing, not from the physical exertion of the exercises, but from the way he canât seem to focus on anything except how adorable you look when you laugh. âweâre, uh, doing great, right?â
you canât even meet his eyes. your voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. âyeah, definitely.â
but rafeâs heart is thundering in his chest, too loud for him to ignore. heâs never been this nervous during a drill, not even when heâs throwing a football in front of a crowd. everything about this is making his insides do flip-flops, and he canât understand why.
the two of you keep going through the exercises, but the laughter doesnât stop. each time rafe grabs your wrist, or you try to make an escape, thereâs this shared, silent understanding between the two of you. itâs ridiculous. itâs awkward. and itâs perfect.
he notices the way your hands shake slightly, how your eyes keep darting away from his, and it just makes him want to laugh even more. itâs so real, so raw, in a way heâs never felt before. he doesnât know why, but he canât seem to stop thinking about you.
âyouâre doing fine,â he says softly after a while, his voice unusually gentle. âreally. donât worry about it.â
you nod, barely able to form words as you keep your gaze firmly on the floor. he wants to say something else, but the words get stuck in his throat. itâs strangeâthis is strange. something about the way you make him feel like heâs in way over his head, and itâs making his heart race faster than he can keep up with.
coach davis started droning on about the next exercise, something about how to escape a bear hug or tackle or whatever, but youâre not really listening. youâre too busy trying to get the next move right, shifting your weight awkwardly, wondering if your face is as hot as it feels.
what you are aware of, though, is the way rafe is looking at you. his gaze is soft, but it doesnât feel casualâitâs more intense than it should be, like he's lost in a thought youâre not a part of. every time you glance at him, heâs still staring, his lips slightly parted like heâs about to say something but canât quite figure out what.
you donât notice how long heâs been staring, how heâs not paying attention to coach davis at all, but lana does.
sheâs standing a few feet away with topper, listening half-heartedly to the coachâs explanation while she watches you both from the corner of her eye. when she sees rafeâs gaze fixed on you, her eyebrow raises, the corners of her lips curling up in a mischievous grin.
âno way,â she mutters to topper, whoâs clearly more interested in trying not to sweat than anything happening in the class.
lana shifts closer to you, nudging your shoulder gently. âokay, seriously, are you two going to pretend like nothing is happening here?â she whispers, her voice laced with amusement.
you barely hear her, focused on the way rafe shifts his weight, trying to act casual, but you donât miss the glint in his eyes.
âwhat are you talking about?â you ask, still trying to concentrate on what coach davis is saying.
âgirl,â she says, almost too loudly, making you blush even harder, âyouâve got mr. quarterback staring at you like youâre the only thing in this gym. i swear, youâre not even paying attention, and heâs over here practically drooling.â
you blink at her, confused, your face going even hotter. you glance over at rafe quickly, thinking youâre imagining it, butâno. heâs still looking at you, and the moment your eyes meet, his expression shifts from uncertainty to something else, something you canât quite figure out.
and then, like a punch to the gut, you finally pull your gaze from him, letting your eyes fall to the floor like youâre trying to escape from the intensity of the moment.
lana catches the look, then smirks, nudging you again. âiâm not crazy. heâs definitely into you. like, definitely. look at himâheâs not even pretending to pay attention anymore.â
you try to focus on something elseâanything elseâbut you feel the weight of his gaze still on you, like heâs looking right through you. it makes your chest tighten, and you canât bring yourself to look at him again.
âstop,â you whisper harshly, though you donât even know why youâre saying it.
lana just giggles, her eyes lighting up like sheâs holding onto some great secret. âiâm just saying, girl. youâre killing him right now.â
meanwhile, rafe, clueless about whatâs going on between the two of you, is still struggling to keep his composure. his heart is racing even faster now, and all he can think about is how youâre just standing there, not noticing what heâs feelingâheâs not sure if heâs relieved or disappointed by that. all he knows is that he canât seem to look away from you.
rafe exhales slowly, trying to ground himself, even though it feels impossible.
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sugar sprinkle funnel cake â send a rafe au idea 4 a moodboard + my thoughts on it
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parent!rafe x teacher!reader
- probably ogles her during parent conferences like.
- attracted to how good she is w kids probablt
- just a lotta lust and ogling
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PARENT!RAFE + TEACHER!READER â.Ë áĄŁđŠ .đĽË
flirty little thing, kook teacher that all the dads thirst over, always batting her eyes & saying âhiiii mr. cameronâŚâ, hearing from his son how much his dad likes her, purposefully wearing low cut tops to their parent-teacher conferences, rafe loves how much she loves kids, def has a housewife kink & NEEDS her to be that, coffee dates disguised as talking about his sonâs âbehaviorâ, finally stops acting coy & lets him fuck her in his big bed <3
#OHHH WELL YESSSS ???#i love that pairing and the moodboard ???#need a full blurb about it#it's tooo goood#rafe cameron x reader#kook!teacher!reader ???? PLEASE#rafe x reader
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but daddy i love him!
âno, iâm not coming to my senses. i know heâs crazy but heâs the one i want.â
pairing: rafe cameron x innocent kook!reader
word count: 5.8k
warnings: smut, minors dni!!! dry humping & fingering. corruption kink of sorts (rafe and an innocent reader has taken over me fully i apologize). parental violence/verbal abuse. fighting. rafe showing his true colors but quickly hiding it from the reader because rafe is a big softie for them. pet names (sweetheart, honey, darling, baby, pretty/good girl). aftercare. let me know if i miss any!
mood board!
rafe cameron was bad news.
anyone in the outer banks could tell you that.
he was a fighter, a shit-talker, a guy who you couldnât trust.
but there was something so intriguing about him that you just couldnât turn away.
from the day you moved to island almost 10 years ago, you havenât been able to get him off your mind. you would see him at parties, the country club, when you would hang out with his sister, around town on his motorbike with his buddies. but you had to push that crush deep down because no one in their right mind would go after that boy.
except you.
you stretched yourself on the court, waiting for your dad to come out with drinks before your tennis match. thatâs when you saw him and his friends making their way to the locker room. they had just got done their round of golf, you could tell by their bags. you tried not to stare, but your eyes seemed to have a mind of their own.
âhey, y/n.â you heard him call, with a smirk painted across his face.
your face blushed and you waved to him. âhey rafe.â play it cool, play it cool.
you can see him look you up and down, staring at your legs. ânice skirt.â
you looked down at the new, white tennis skirt your dad had bought you for your report card. your fingers found a loose thread, beginning to toy with it to deal with the embarrassment you felt. ât-thanks.â
he nods before looking behind you. âmr. y/l/n.â he nods with a quick wave. you turn around to see your dad with two waters and a stern look on his face. âenjoy your game.â he says before going inside.
your dad stands over you as you sit, handing a water bottle over. âthat cameron boyâŚâ he lets out a deep sigh.
âwhat?â you question, getting up and brushing your legs off.
your dad pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes. âheâs not the kind of guy you want to be friends with, sweetie. heâs a bad seed.â
âbut how do you know that?â you question, trying not to sound too suspicious.
your dad picks up his racket and makes his way over to his side of the net. âi know ward cameron. and i know how rafe is just like his dad, thinks he can get anything he wants. thinks there is no consequences to life. but there is. there always is.â your dad shakes his head. âi saw him beating up some kid here not that long ago. sure, he was a pogue but doesnât give rafe the right to walk around like the king of the outer banks. but until someone stops him, humbles him, thingsâll never change.â
you stand there, uncomfortable. all you wanted to do was defend rafe, though you werenât close like that. but your dad is a one way street. itâs his way or no way. so all you can do is nod. âohâŚokay.â you say simply, getting ready for the match.
âjust promise me you wonât get mixed up with the likes of that boy, please?â your father looks sincere.
you bite your lip and look down at your clean, white shoes. âyes sir.â
âgood, now watch me beat you in tennis.â he says with a laugh. i fake a smile, getting on with the game, but still have rafe in the back of my mind.
ââââą*.・:・âą*.:・â§*.・â°*.:・â§*.・:・*.・⹠âââ
you didnât see rafe again until the night of a house party at topperâs house.
your friends and you walk in, buzzed from the pre-game. they immediately all go their separate ways, looking for drinks, boys, or both. this leaves you standing awkwardly by a table, talking to some people from school. they talk about prom, their grades, and teachers, making you mentally check out from the conversation. thatâs when he catches your eye, he is talking to topper and kelce with a red solo cup in his hand. you watch his every move, how big and veiny his hands are, practically cover the entire cup. how he constantly pushes his hair back while he talks, almost seeming like a force of habit he has. he also licks his lips a lot, sending a very graphic image of rafe between your le-
he looks up, meeting your gaze. a blush forms on your face as you try to hide your embarrassment but taking a sip of alcohol from your cup. you give yourself some time, staring into the cup before looking up again. but when you look at him, he hasnât stopped staring at you. the blush you fought so hard to keep away makes your face feel like itâs on fire.
you watch as he excuses himself and makes his way over to you. this has to be a dream? or some prank, right?
âhey there, y/n.â he snaps you out of your spiraling thoughts. every person who you are talking to looks over to rafe then back at you. âdidnât know you were coming.â
you awkwardly shrug. âlast minute choice by my friends.â
his eyes burn holes into your body as he looks you up and down. âwell, iâm glad youâre here.â you nod at him, offering a shy smile. âlooks like you need another drink, come inside and iâll get you one.â he nods his head towards the kitchen door. the group you're with is watching this conversation like itâs a TV show. you make my way through them and stand next to him. he automatically puts his hand on your back and leads you inside. the feeling of his touch sends chills down your spine but it almost feels like his hand is meant to be there. like his touch is the missing piece in your life.
you get into the kitchen and he heads towards the fridge, grabbing juice and handing it over. âyou strike me as a vodka and juice, girl.â he says with a smile, making my insides melt.
âand what makes you say that?â you ask, putting your hand on my hip, playing into his little game of flirting.
âwell, youâre sweet and you seem to play it safe. you donât really drink a lot but when you do, youâre never blacked out.â he admits with a laugh, giving his diagnosis. âjuice is sweet and vodka is the safest way to get a little drunk, in my opinion.â he stares at your face, waiting for a response.
âyouâre good, rafe cameron. a little too good.â you admit, grabbing the juice and filling up the cup. he stands over you, giving me the vodka next. âdidnât know i was that easy to read.â
âyouâre not.â he admits, staring down at you while you drink. âi just think i have a special interest in you.â
you freeze in place, thereâs no way heâs admitting this to you. right now. the boy youâve been pining after since the first grade. you can tell you're shutting down but you need to play it cool. âoh really?â you look up at his blue eyes, getting lost in them instantaneously.
âreally.â he steps closer, inches away from my face. you know you are not that drunk but your head feels like itâs spinning under his gaze. he leans in a little closer, your noses brushing, when the kitchen door slams and topper can be seen stumbling in. his obnoxious laugh fills the room, making rafe close his eyes and sigh. âwhat could you possibly want right now?â
topper laughs and comes up beside rafe, heâs clearly fucked up. âiâm just looking for some weed, man.â he hits his chest playfully. âdonât let me get in your way.â
rafe pushes him away, making topper laugh harder at us. he looks at you before speaking. âsorry for being a cockblock.â
rafe narrows his eyes at him. âjust get the fuck outta here, top.â
topper staggers into the other room, still laughing.
âsorry about him. when he drinks, he becomes an asshole.â he says, running a hand across his face.
âis he drunk all the time?â i ask with a new found confidence in my voice.
rafe looks at me and laughs. âseems to be.â
you both stand in silence, not moving away from each other but unable to bring the moment back.
âi like you.â he admits.
you stare at him, unable to speak. âw-what?â
âi think you heard me, y/n.â he smiles cockily, looking into your eyes.
you look back at him. âyou barely know me, rafe.â
âdoesnât mean i canât like you.â he sips his cup and nudges your shoulder with his. âi think you could say the same about me.â he gets closer, whispering into your ear. âdonât think i donât notice how you stare at me when iâm around.â
you feel the air leave your body and you bite your lip. you feel like your cornered and have nowhere to go. âi-i-uhâŚâ
he brushes his finger against your lip, almost like heâs shushing you. but you canât even fight the way your body reacts to his touch. âitâs okay, honey. i like it. i like it a lot.â he says in a whisper, almost making you forget you arenât the only two people in the world. it feels like you can read his mind just by looking into his blue eyes. he wants youâŚscrew that, rafe cameron needs you. and you need him. forget what your father says, or the town, or even your friends. this seems to be all you need.
how am i ever going to recover from this? you thought to yourself.
you hear your friend call your name from outside. rafe looks over as they yell from outside. âiâll see you around, howâs that sound?â you look at him, unable to think when he looks at you like this. his hand brushes against your face before walking back out into the party.
you stand there, still as your friend comes in. âyou alright? looks like you seen a ghost or something.â she asks you, laughing a bit.
âall good.â was all you can get out, staring straight ahead at the door rafe just left in.
ââââą*.・:・âą*.:・â§*.・â°*.:・â§*.・:・*.・⹠âââ
ever since the party, rafe found little ways to be around you.
whether it was joining you at the country club while you played tennis or hanging around you when he saw you at the beach reading. he even started knocking on the front door of your mansion to just talk on your porch, something you had to hide from your dad. with these interactions, you had no idea what everyone was warning you about with him. he was one of the sweetest guys you ever met. for weeks, you and rafe had begun a nice friendship.
but the almost kiss at topper's party was never spoken of again.
the two of you sat on your porch swing, the air was warm as summer was slowly approaching. your legs laid flatly across rafeâs lap, looking directly at him. you poured a glass of lemonade for you both, sparking rafe to hit you with a âyou sure you donât want some vodka in this?â
when youâre with rafe, the conversations seem to just flow like you are the oldest of friends. you could talk about anything and nothing at the same time. he went on for the past five minutes about how he used to love playing lacrosse but one injury affected his whole career for him.
âit sucked, ya know? i never felt like i belonged anywhere, or had a close bond with anyone like i did on that team. then one fucking torn acl later and itâs all gone for me. i had college scouts looking at me and everything. i couldâve escaped this place and lived the real college experience.â he looked out into the water that faced your house. he turned to you and smiled awkwardly. âjeez, iâm sorry i just donât shut up.â
you chuckle at him, loving how he put some of his walls down around you. âitâs okay, i like hearing ya talk. itâs soothing.â you smile innocently at him.
he gazes into your eyes and nods, his expression softening. âreally?â you nod and he just stares at you. âyouâre one of a kind, ya know?â his fingers start to rub innocent circles on your leg.
âand whyâs that?â you ask him.
âi-i donât know, i feel like i can be myself around you.â he admits. âdonât ever quote me on that because iâll deny that shit.â he points, gaining a laugh from you.
âdonât want anyone to know rafe cameron can be a softie?â you tease him.
âshut up, iâm not a softie.â
âi think you can be behind close doors.â you say.
he stops rubbing your leg and turns to you. âoh shut up.â
âwell, youâre gonna have to make me then.â you say without thinking.
rafe looks at you with a fire in his eyes that you havenât seen since the party. âwhat was that?â he cocks his eyebrow at you.
you just stare into his eyes, straightening your shoulders back. a confidence striking you like never before. âi think you heard me, rafe.â
without missing a beat, rafe connects your lips. all of that pent-up tension, gone within that very second. his hands found his way to your face, cupping it ever so lightly like you were a delicate flower he was so lucky to have found. his hands slowly slid down your body, like he was trying to memorize every inch of your skin. "jesus, this is all i've been thinking about." he said breaking away, looking into your eyes.
"then, don't stop." you say breathlessly, climbing on top of his lap, kissing him again.
you can tell this move took rafe by surprise as he let out a soft moan in the kiss. the innocence he once thought you possessed was now all gone. you slowly began grinding yourself against rafe's clothed cock, which was slightly hardening. "fuck, who knew you had it in you, honey." he said as he kissed down your jaw. you never felt so needier in your life chasing a high with rafe that you thought you could only dream about.
your face blushed as you looked down at rafe who was staring up at you like you were a painting held high in the louvre. the more you looked down, the more self-conscious you became. your pace which was rapidly increasing started to falter. "hey, hey, sweetheart. don't stop now. what's wrong? talk to me." he caressed your face so lovingly.
you bit your lip and closed your eyes, still out of breathe. "i-i-i don't know. what if i'm doing this wrong? or it's weird for you? i'm just nervous, i never did this before."
"did what, sweetheart? dry humped?" he almost laughed, pushing hair out of your face.
you shrugged. "well yes and no..." your voice started to trail off.
"yes and no?" rafe stared at you with a puzzled expression, trying to crack the code. you watched as he deciphered your words and the gears started to turn. "y/n, have you ever been with someone like...sexually before?"
you wanted to cry, the embarrassment being too hard to handle. you just laid your head against rafe's chest and sighed. "please, don't think of me any differently. i just...i just haven't found the right person to do all this with, ya know? i used to be scared but with you...i don't know, i feel ready." rafe sat there in silence, his hands falling to your waist and gripping them. you break away from his chest and stare into his eyes, which have seemed to darken. "rafe?"
"you trust me?" he asks simply. you nod shyly, causing his breath to hitch. you can feel his pants grow tighter under you. "i want you to keep going, do you hear me? don't stop until you cum on my pants." it sounds like he is giving you orders. he brings his thumb across your lip and gives a menacing smirk. "you wanna be all mine, huh? you pretty girl. show me your mine."
with his reassurance, you pick up you begin to rub yourself against his pants. your hands grip his shoulders as he holds you down on him. "good girl, keep it going." the material of his jeans feel rough against your clothed cunt but it adds a sensation you have never felt before. "shit, look at how pretty you look on me. can't wait to bury my cock inside you. would you like that? my cock being so far inside you, you can feel it in your stomach?"
you let out a pathetic whine, your head falling back from the pleasure you have building up inside. "y-yes."
"good girl, but we gotta start with the basics, right?" his hands start to trail up your body, stopping at your closed breasts. he cups them with his hands and smiles when you cry his name. "i got you, baby. c'mon, you know you wanna cum."
you quickly grind against him, feeling desperate as you chase your high. with his words of praise and reassurance, you can feel yourself ready to release. with one quick movement, you feel the tension building up in your stomach release as you cum on rafe. tears prick your eyes as you repeat his name over and over again. "rafe, rafe, rafe."
he stares at you in awe as you finish on him. the sight of your teary eyes and his name falling from your lips in such a needy way pushed him over the edge. he found himself cumming in his pants like he was a high schooler all over again.
you both stayed there, out of breathe, not moving once. you felt like a whole new person even though barely anything has changed.
"you alright?" he asks, pushing hair away from your face.
you tiredly nod, not knowing how to form words. your hooded eyes just take in the view of rafe, his face read and sweaty with a cocky smirk painted across it.
he bites his lip and kisses you gently. "there's more where that came from, you know?" he says and your head reels. "i've been waiting for so long to have you to myself, sweetheart. i don't plan on letting go now."
you giggle into his chest and nod. "don't gotta worry about me leaving, trust me. i've never felt so good in my life." the sweet yet sensual moment you two shared came to a halt when you heard your dad's truck pulling up the gravel road to your house. "shit." you quickly climb off rafe, trying to compose yourself.
your father quickly exited the truck, slamming the door behind him. he seemed to race up to the two of you as you sat there. rafe's hand protectively went over yours as your father approached. "the hell is he doing here?" he fumes.
"d-dad, we're just hanging out." you lie to his face.
"yes sir, that's all we were doing." rafe says camly, looking at him in the eyes.
your father head snaps towards rafe. "was i talking to you, boy? no. stay outta it." his attention focuses back to you. "i told you to not mess with the likings of this boy and what do you do behind my back?" he screams at you. "you go around with this...this hooligan! i want him off my property now. acting like some easy girl, i raised you better."
"b-but, daddy." you pout, trying not to cry as rafe squeezes your hand.
"sir, you're being too hard on her. it's not her fault." rafe tries to calm him down.
your father's finger rests on rafe's chest as he gets close to his face. "oh i know that, rafe. it's you and your typical bullshit. my daughter wouldn't act this way if it wasn't for you. look at you, you're probably using her."
rafe's fists clenched as your father talks down to him, no one does this to him and gets away with it. "sir, i suggest you put that finger down."
"or what?" your father snickers in his face.
rafe's whole demeanor shifts, the sweet boy you were just talking to now gone. like he was never even there. it honestly scared you how fast rafe can change personalities. "you don't even want to know." he grits his teeth. you hate to admit the affect this took on your body, clenching your legs together.
your father drops his finger and turns to you. "inside, now." he says, grabbing your arm. before you can fight him off, he's dragging you away from rafe.
"it's okay, baby, we'll figure this out." he reassures as you are being brought into your house. "fuck!" he screams as soon as the door slams shut.
you watch as rafe makes his way to his truck, slamming the door shut and driving away. you turn to your father who just stares at you as you cry. "screw you!" you say before running upstairs and locking yourself in your room.
you finally had him and now you lost him.
ââââą*.・:・âą*.:・â§*.・â°*.:・â§*.・:・*.・⹠âââ
the days past since you saw rafe.
your father grounded you and cut you off from the outside world.
you sat by your window and waited, having some false hope that rafe would be your knight in shining armor and take you away from this place. your father pulled up the driveway and seemed to struggle getting out of his truck.
you met him at the door, ready to deal with the bullshit he would throw you today. when you opened your door, your father seemed battered and bruised.
"holy sh-i mean...what happened?" you asked, holding the door open for your dad as he sat on the recliner.
"nothing." he shuttered. "nothing happened."
you stood there and crossed your arms. "clearly something happened."
he shook his head, seeming almost fearful. "nothing happened, now drop it." you stood there as he turned to you. "you aren't grounded anymore. your phone is on my dresser." he seemed almost defeated.
you stared at your dad trying to understand what the hell is going on. are you in the twilight zone? you knew you wouldn't get an answer out of him so you grabbed your things and raced out of the house before he could change his mind. the sun was setting but you didn't care, you had one thing and one thing only on your mind.
you got on your bike and raced towards tannyhill. when you finally got there, you threw your bike down and almost ran to the front door. with two knocks, wheezie opened the door.
"y/n?" she said with a smirk.
"hey, wheezie, is rafe home?" you say, snooping around the insides of the home.
she rolls her eyes and opens the door. "in his room."
you walk up the stairs and stop right before his door. your fist hovering over it before connecting it to the wood. after a few seconds, rafe stands there in the almost dark room.
"y/n." he says, almost as though he was expecting you to be here.
you quickly jump into his arms, holding onto him by his neck. you missed this. the way he smelled, the way he felt, everything about this boy drive you wild. "i missed you."
"i missed you too, honey. come on in." he lets you into his room. this was your first time being in here. sure, you've seen it through snapchat and pictures he sends but that's it. it's the typical boy room but it felt authentic. it felt like rafe.
you sit down on his bed as he walks around, picking up clothes off the floor. "didn't think i'd be having guests." he doesn't seem like his usual self, maybe you caught him at a bad time? but he invited you in, so you stayed.
you laugh at him. "no big deal, the old man let me off the hook tonight. it was weird, he came home all messed up. i tried asking but he kinda pushed me away. it was weird."
rafe stood there, silently. "oh really?"
"yeah, super strange. he's not usually the fighter type. never has been." you watch him stand there. "you all good?"
he nods and turns to you. "i am, now that you're here."
you smile at him as he approaches you. you open your legs so he can stand in between them, looking down at you. he traces your face with his finger, stopping at your lips. "all mine, sweetheart. all mine." he says before bending down to kiss you. the kiss feels rough, almost as though you are a fresh breathe of air that rafe has been waiting for. he pushes you down onto his bed and crawls on top of you.
you break the kiss and look into his eyes, his room is dark so you can only make out certain features. but you bring your hand to his face and hold his cheek, which makes him wince. "oh, i'm sorry, did i hurt you?"
"n-no, it's all good." he tries to kiss you again but you stop him.
"rafe?" you ask him, making him stop once again. "what's wrong? tell me."
"goddamn! nothing is wrong, okay? i can't miss you." he says, running a hand through his hair. you try to study his face but can't even see him. you reach over for his bedside lamp. "no, no, leave it of-" before he can stop you, the light is on. his beautiful face has a large bruise under his right eye and cheek. his lip busted and knuckles bruised.
"rafe?" you question, sitting up.
"y/n, i can explain." he pleads.
then it all makes sense. your father coming home all battered and bruised, rafe's current state, you being let off the hook too easily.
"you don't even want to know."
"it's okay, baby, we'll figure this out."
his words from that night ring through your head. the way his whole demeanor changed that night into a person you've never seen before.
"d-did you?" you ask with teary eyes.
"baby, look at me. i can explain." he begs you but you start to get up.
"explain what? how you beat up my fucking dad!?" you yelled, trying to grasp the millions of thoughts you had. "h-how could you?" you stand by his door, pacing, with your head in your hands.
he walks up to you, grabbing your hand. "look at me, honey, please. look at me." he begs you, trying to grab your attention.
when you finally turn to him, you see the cuts and bruises again. "rafe, why?" you say with a tear slipping down.
"because i love you, honey. you're my girl and i don't give a fuck who it is, they cannot talk to you the way your own father did. calling you easy, acting like your dumb for being around me. nobody should ever talk to you like that, ever." you stop and he cups your face in his hands. "i just wanted to talk to him, okay? all i wanted to do was talk. but then he started again with how i'm a bad person and how you were being stupid for even acknowledging me. he said he didn't need a guy like me corrupting his daughter and i snapped."
you gazed into his eyes, they looked as though they were pleading with you to see why he did what he did.
"please, say something. please." he states.
you sigh and close your eyes. "rafe, i don't need you going around defending my honor, especially to my dad. it's not worth it."
"not worth it? sweetheart, look at me." you open your eyes. "you are worth everything to me, you hear me? everything. i would kill for you if you asked me to. i never had someone care for me the way you do, have someone listen to me, or even treat me normally. you mean the world to me, y/n. i love you."
and there it was.
rafe cameron, for once in his life, showed affection.
he told someone they love them.
"i'm sorry it was your dad, okay? sometimes, i black out and can't remember things when i'm angry. i act on my impulses. but with you, i never feel that way." he shakes his head, trying to contain all his emotions. your eyes water again, causing him to wipe the tears. "what's wrong, baby? talk to me."
you smile through the tears. "i just, i love you too." no one has ever made you feel so safe and loved in one moment than rafe has this past month. he's all you could ever ask for.
he beams down at you, shaking his head. "you mean that?"
"with every ounce of my body, i love you." you admit.
his heart swelled as he connected your lips once more to his. you were all his, all he ever needed in life to feel whole.
rafe pushes you against the door, a light moan slipping from your lips as he presses himself against you.
"you like that?" he asks, a satisfied smirk on his face as he kisses your cheek and goes down your neck.
you nod under his touch, like you're cast in his spell. "y-yes."
"you want more?" he asks, sucking on one spot of your neck for a long time. all you can do is nod, already becoming a mess because of him. he pulls away, having you almost whimper from the lack of contact. "not uh, baby, gotta hear some words out of that beautiful mouth of yours. i'll repeat myself, do you want more."
"y-yes, rafe, yes please."
he groans at your begging and nods. "good girl." he pulls you over to the bed and guides you toward it. you feel the bed hit the back of your knees and you sit down, looking up at him. he quickly takes his shirt off and tosses it to the side.
he kisses your lips lightly as his hands find the end of your shirt, lightly toying with the fabric. "y-you can take it off." with the reassurance, he slips the top off and leaves it next to you. his eyes take in your body, your breasts pooling out of a flimsy green bralette. he sucks his tongue and gently runs his fingers over your tits.
"so pretty and they're all for me." he slowly reaches behind your back and unclasps the bralette with one hand, letting it fall down your body. you could swear rafe has tiny hearts in his eyes as they bore onto your half-naked body. "lay down." you follow his orders and lay against his pillows. his bedroom light shines over his features and the cuts from the fight. you bring your hand up to touch them and he gives into your touch. "you okay?"
"more than okay." you tell him.
he kisses your hand then his lips meet with yours once again. he then lets his lips trail across your cheek, jaw, neck, and down to your chest. he stares at your tits before peppering them both with kisses. he then takes one nipple in his mouth, slowly, and grabs your other one with your free hand to give a squeeze. your body instantaneously reacts to rafe's touch, moaning at the sensation of his lips. "you like that, huh?" he almost teases, switching to the other nipple.
"m-more." you whisper out, clenching your eyes.
"what was that, honey? need you to speak up for me." he grins.
"please, i want more, rafe. touch me more." you raise your voice.
"you got it." his hand leaves your tit and trails slowly down your body, resting at the hem of your jeans. he unbuttons them and lets his hands slide down your underwear, his hands automatically getting soaked. "shit, baby, all this for me?" he runs ins finger down your cunt and gathering your slick, bringing it to his mouth. he sucks it off his fingers as you watch in awe. "you're just too sweet for me, you know that?"
he doesn't even give you time to think before he puts his fingers back inside you, swirling your cunt. your hands grab his shoulders, holding onto them for dear life. "it's okay, i got ya, i always got ya." he reassures as he slowly slips one finger into your tight hole. "jesus, honey, with a hole this tight i don't know how long i'll last." he says as he slips his finger in and out of you, his thumb still toying with your clit.
your head falls back as more moans fall from your lips. "more, rafe, please give me more."
he laughs slightly. "cocky little thing, aren't ya? if you insist." he adds one more finger, your hole clenching around him as his finger slip in and out. "look how pretty you look with my fingers inside of you." he says before kissing your mouth, collecting your moans. you're so wet you hear the noises your pussy is making around him. you feel overstimulated as rafe keeps going, not stopping once. tears prick your eyes as you feel your high approaching. his thumb rubs harder as your nails connect to rafe's chest, dragging them down. "my pretty baby, i just love you so much." he says, staring at you.
with those words, you feel yourself being pushed to pleasure. you cum all over rafe's fingers, crying out his name. "rafe!"
he lets you ride out your high before taking his fingers out and putting them in his mouth like he did before. "never gonna get tired of that."
he gets up and heads to the bathroom. you want to talk to him, ask him where he's going, but you're too tired. you've never felt this good, not even from your own fingers. rafe comes back with a towel in his hand, gently, he pulls off your shorts and panties, cleaning off your pussy. the water is nice and warm as he gets you situated. he drops the rag and crawls into his bed next to you, holding you tightly.
"you know, if you want me to go dow-" but before you can finish that sentence he kisses your forehead.
"no need to rush there, honey. i wanna take my time with you, wanna show you how good i can make you feel." your heart melts in your chest as he rubs your back lightly. "get some rest, alright?"
you fall asleep fast in his arms, he holds you there the entire night and doesn't plan on letting go.
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⼠ËËâš đâs note: wrote this bc i hateeee my golf lessons... think iâd enjoy it more if rafe is the one teaching me </3 tags: very suggestiveďšsexual innuendosďšpogue!reader
your boyfriend has been talking about teaching you golf for weeks, going on about how âevery cameron has to know their way around a course.â when youâd pointed out you werenât a cameron, rafe simply gave you a ânot yet,â
and that alone was enough to get you here, on the green, clad in a miniskirt and a cute polo shirt. club in hand, feeling completely out of your element.
âfirst rule,â rafe begins, stepping up behind you so close that you can feel the warmth of his chest. âyouâre way too tense, princess.â his hands find your shoulders, squeezing gently. âloosen up a little for me.â âi am!â you protest, but he just hums, clearly unconvinced. his hands glide down your arms to rest over your wrists, fingers curling around yours. âtry again. wrap your fingers around itâno, not like that.â he shifts your hands gently, positioning your grip just right. âgentle, but firm.â he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. âthough iâd say youâre already a natural⌠from personal experience.â
heat rushes to your cheeks at the implication, and he takes the opportunity to skim his fingers along the sliver of skin between your shirt and skirt. âfeet a little further apart,â he instructs, nudging you until your hips are positioned the way he wants. âweight back. like this.â the curve of your ass is nestled snugly against his pelvis, and through the fabric of your skirt, you can feel the outline, the heat, of his hardened cock slotted between your asscheeks. ânow, keep your spine straight, and relax.â he helps you bring the club up and then down in a smooth arc. âsee? easy.â
âitâs⌠easier than i thought,â though honestly, youâre so focused on him that you barely even realise youâve swung.âthatâs âcause youâve got a good teacher,â rafe gives your butt a playful smack he pulls back just slightly, giving you a bit of space but still staying close. âtry it again, on your own this time.â you nod, taking a deep breath, feeling his gaze heavy on you. you set up just like he showed you, but as you swing, the club hits the ground a bit too early.
ânot quite, princess,â he chuckles, coming up behind you again. âhere, letâs work on that stance a bit more.â his hands return to your waist almost too eagerly. âsturdy but relaxed. you donât wanna hold yourself too tight⌠unless you want me to stretch out those muscles for ya later.â
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