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Show Me (Please) | (Sub!Rafe)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Domme!Reader

Warnings: sad rafe, angst and fluff

A/N: Hi y'all it's been a while! Wrote this a few days ago, did some editing but not too much cause I'm too tired for that lmao anyway I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think ❤️

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This is set right before The Sounds of a Good Boy

My work is my own; it's not to be copied, transferred or translated. Reblogs, comments, feedback are always welcome and appreciated❤️

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Show Me (Please)

She was picking up a coffee order at the counter when she noticed him. Sitting in one of the cafe's window booths, staring at his empty glass, looking positively tragic. She had no idea why the sight caused a sharp pain to shoot through her heart. It was unusual. That was the reason. She'd never seen him look glum before - always smiling or smirking at her, or even annoyed but never this. Never sad. So sad. She attributed the remaining dull ache in her chest to the fact that this was highly unusual and she was too damn empathetic. That was it. That's what she told herself.

Once she grabbed her cup she had half a mind to just walk away and pretend she hadn't seen him. He looked like he wanted to be alone and she was not his friend, so really, what would be the point in getting involved? She took a couple of steps toward the door when his eyes met hers.

Her breath caught in her throat and she felt like she was intruding on something just by being there. He looked depressed. It was the only way she could describe it. The bags under his eyes, the abscence of his usual michievous smile, the sadness in his eyes which she could have sworn looked kind of glassy in the brief moment their gazes met. She wasn't sure what she expected him to do when he noticed her but it definitely wasn't this. She noticed his eyes roll briefly before he looked back down at his glass pretending she wasn't there. Rude.

Frankly she shouldn't have cared if he was being cold, she had been waiting for him to stop bothering her for a long time. But this felt wrong. She felt that ache in her chest again and she realized there was no way it would let her leave him like this. She sighed and kept walking.

She knew he sensed her there but he didn't look up. Didn't say anything, didn't acknowledge her at all. And this should have been her sign to walk out the door and get on with her day but that damn ache wouldn't let up. She slid into the seat opposite him, putting her coffee cup on the table and crossing her hands. And then she waited.

He could feel her piercing gaze on him. Could feel it burning through his skin. He felt naked under her eyes again and he didn't like it one bit. It didn't help that he was feeling so shitty anyway, the last thing he needed was her adding onto it. He didn't understand why she was there.

Minutes passed with them sitting in silence, his eyes on his hands and hers on him. Waiting. For what she wasn't sure. With every second that ticked by the silence grew louder, thicker, more suffocating. They both could feel it stinging the air they breathed.

He broke first. Because of course he did. When his eyes finally lifted to look at her they were void of their usual spark and this caused a frown to appear on her own face.

"What are you doing?" He finally spoke. His voice tight and low, as if he hadn't spoken in days. As if releasing the words physically pained him. She was left confused at what to do to fix it. Why she wanted to fix it? She had no idea. She just knew this wasn't right. So she spoke.

"Sitting here." She picked up her coffee, finally taking a sip. It had gotten cooler while they waited. Whatever, she thought. It didn't really matter.

Even though she loved her coffee strong and hot, to wake her up, help get her back on track when her energy tumbled during the afternoon. Even though it was the only reason she left her apartment, to get the coffee and bring some life back to her body so she could continue on the paper that's been kicking her ass for the past three days. At this moment it didn't matter in the slightest. And in a true Y/N fashion, she chose not to dwell on the why.

He was staring at her now, bows furrowed - trying to figure out what the hell was going through her mind, why she had sat with him when she had been rejecting every interaction he had been trying to start with her for months. She was a pro at getting under his skin with her ability to be completely unaffected by him and his charm, his bullshit. It made no damn sense why she would be here right now and it made his discomfort grow.

"Why are you here?" She gave him a pointed look, putting her cold coffee down and crossing her hands on the table, like she had all the time in the world and he was once again feeling like a little boy about to be scolded.

"Wanted a coffee. It helps me think." Her voice was casual and he hated it. The way she could always be so blasé and cool. Like she was so much better than him.

"Don't play dumb, it doesn't suit you." His voice was strained but sharp, meant to cut. She lifted an eyebrow at his nerve. He never spoke to her like this before. She didn't like it. It wasn't right.

"I see your manners left you cold, Rafe." He felt like a child being chastised by a parent.

"What are you doing here, Y/N?" He ignored her comment, voice on edge. He was uncomfortable with this interaction. He wasn't feeling like himself and having her here now, was messing with his already fragile mind. He needed air and needed his head cleared, not more confusion added to it.

"I'm sitting, having a coffee. It's cold now though. I don't like it." She was trying to keep cool and not snap at his attitude. His face was unamused and if that damn pain in her chest wasn't so loud in wanting her to do something for him, she would have already left. But she didn't. She didn't know how to explain it to him when she didn't understand it herself.

"What are you doing here, Rafe?" The way she said his name felt like an arrow shot right right through his fragile heart.

It was the first time he heard his name pass her lips and he wished so hard it didn't cause such an insane reaction inside him. His every reaction to her felt unhinged, he didn't understand it. It didn't help that she kept rejecting every attempt he made at getting to know her. She was frustrating and confusing and infuriating and it drove him wild. And while any other time he would have been jumping from joy to have her approach him and sit with him for coffee, as embarrassing as that was, right now he simply wasn't in the mood. For any of it.

"I don't have energy for this." His voice was practically a whisper and the way he so easily gave up on the banter he would have usually jumped on was starting to worry her. It wasn't right. And she didn't know why she cared.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Her voice was the softest and gentlest he'd ever heard it. And part of him wanted him to say yes, to bare his soul to her right there. But a bigger part of him, the meaner one, wanted to cut. It was his way of dealing with the pain. Don't show it - hence him being all alone in the café in the late afternoon, licking his wounds like a kicked puppy. And if he can't hide it, he will make it hurt - deflect, push whoever might be unfortunate enough to cross his path when he's like this far far away, so they may never return, never see him vulnerable again.

His scoff was much louder than his voice had been. Her eyebrows lifted at his reaction to her question.

"Something funny?" Her voice now a lot less gentle. It was go time. A cold smirk made its way onto his face.

"So all I had to do was stop fawning over you and you come to me?" Her eyebrow twitched in annoyance at his audacity and that smug look on his face.

"The second the guy is no longer running after you, suddenly you wanna be around him? I expected better from you, Y/N. That's pretty cliché." He tutted in faux disappointment and her anger rose within her.

How dare he speak to her like that? She was being nice sitting with him when he looked so sad. But now he was being mean and she didn't deserve it.

He waited for her to snap back. Tell him to go fuck himself, as she had in the past. To storm off in anger, or slap him even. He could see it on her face, she wanted to. He grinned.

And then she saw it. The little glint in his eye. He was trying to provoke her. Push her buttons. Get her anger and force a reaction. She knew how he worked. It was like that the first night they met. He tried to get her to slip up and let him get under her skin. He was itching for it then and he's itching for it now. And like that night she calmed herself down because she knew better than to give him what he wants.

Unlike that night though, he wasn't trying to piss her off for attention, he was doing it to push her away. Because unlike that night she knew him better now- whether she liked it or not. He had been in her life for a while and she picked up on things about him despite insisting she didn't care to.

He was hurting. A lot. He had looked so sad and in pain when she noticed him. And now he was embarrassed, provoking her so she'd leave and he wouldn't have to face it. And she shouldn't care. Shouldn't bother continuing a conversation when he was actively being a dick and trying to end it. But for some reason, unlike that night, she doesn't want to walk away. This isn't him. He isn't mean. He never has been.

He's confused when nothing happens and her face remains calm and collected. His smirk falls. Her eyes hold his for a long moment and he feels that same chill down his spine. What is she doing to him?

"You don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to. We can just sit. Or if you want to be alone I can go. Just say it. You don't need to be a dick." Her eyes remained on him, making him flustered. Her words piercing his heart like thunderbolts. Why was she still there? Why was she still trying? He didn't understand it. It made no damn sense.

"Why do you care?" His voice broke and she could see the tears he had been holding back glistening in his eyes. Her heart broke for him.

"I don't know." Truth. "I just do." She shrugged and gave him a small smile. A small smile that made his insides feel like they were twisting up into a knot. She was so beautiful and she didn't make any fucking sense to him. Ever. Always leaving him confused and desparate for more.

"Do you want me to go?" He could feel his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He realized he didn't. He usually never wanted anyone to see him like this - this fragile. It made no sense but he really didn't want her to leave him in that moment. She mistook his silence as an affirmative and she went to grab her bag but he finally spoke.

"Stay." He was looking at her with big pleading eyes and she could feel her heart clench. So she let go of her bag and made herself as comfortable as she could on the booth bench.

"Okay." She simply said and they lapsed back into a silence. Only this time it wasn't suffocating. It was... comforting.

A strange feeling enveloped Rafe. Like he could breathe again, even though just seconds ago he felt like dying. Like she was the calm wrapping around his stormy mind, soothing the ache with her mere presence. Her refusal to let his snippy attitude push her away, her ability to see right through him and know he needs someone to just be there for him. Just be. He felt like he was in a dream.

And so they sat there in the silence, for what could have been hours. The more time passed the calmer he became, the quieter his mind went. The longer she was there with him, so patient even though he didn't deserve it, the less he felt like shit. He was coming back to himself, slowly but surely. He didn't understand how this woman's presence always managed to make him feel both safe and like he's going to lose his mind at the same time. Because the more conscious he got the more his mind started running wild again. This time because of her.

What did she want with him? She had been so cold and indifferent to all his advances, every attempt at kindling some kind of relationship between them he instigated, she shut down. Why was she now here then? What did it mean?

"Why did you sit here?" His voice finally broke the extended silence they had been in. She could see he was more himself now and was glad. However, she wasn't glad she now had to answer his questions. Because she didn't know how.

"You looked sad." It was a simple answer and she hoped he might accept it but of course he didn't.

"So?" She shrugged.

"I don't know. It didn't feel right." He cracked a small smile at that.

"Didn't feel right?" She rolled her eyes at his playful tone.

"I don't have the answer you're looking for." She looked at him with honesty and he gulped and nodded, processing her words.

"You really are something else." He scoffed in semi amusement. She arched her brow expecting an explanation.

"For months I've been trying to talk to you. Get to know you. And you always turn me away." He shook his heard, a glimmer of pain in his eyes that tugged at her heartstrings.

"Why?" She sighed. It was a fair question. But she didn't want to think too hard and he was forcing her hand.

"You hate me then you come and sit with me cause I'm sad?" His voice was apprehensive. She swallowed from the tension building around them.

"I don't hate you." Her brows furrowed. Why would he think that?

"Okay, not hate but... you definitely don't like me. You've made it obvious." His voice was teasing, but hiding a note of hurt all the same. She looked sheepish and he didn't expect that.

"It's not that I don't like you." He cocked a brow at that.

"Oh really? So you do like me? That's why you shut me down every time I try and talk to you?" He was challenging her now. Poking for the truth behind her behaviour. He had been blatantly obvious about being interested in her but she had never reciprocated.

"Rafe... I don't know what you want from me." He scoffed at that.

"You're unbelievable, you know?" She sighed and tried to speak but he continued.

"I spent months trying to get you to see that I wasn't just some asshole frat guy you saw me as that first night. I didn't even ask you out I just wanted to talk to you. And you didn't want it." She felt uncomfortable now, like she was being called out.

"And I was finally accepting that you clearly don't want me. As a friend or anything else." The hurt in his voice was evident.

"But then here you are. Acting like you give a shit for the first time. And you ask me what I want from you?" His voice took on a note of disbelief. "What do you want from me? That's the real question?" He was getting agitated again and she was feeling kind of flustered at his words.

"It's cruel. Messing with me like this. Acting like you care that I'm sad when you're just gonna go back to pretending I don't exist after this." His eyes were teary again and she felt herself wanting to cry. Why was he making sense? Why was he calling her out like this? Unhinging her?

"I do care." Her voice was soft and he could tell she was being sincere.

"Why?" He wasn't backing down, holding her gaze hostage in his baby blues. She couldn't answer.

"Why don't you want me?" The words fell from his lips before he had time to stop them.

Why didn't she want him in her life as badly as he wanted her in his? Why didn't she want to be his friend? He would be happy to be just friends, even though he obviously wanted more. He'd be content to just have her any way she wanted. He just wanted her. In whatever way she'd let him have her. But he didn't dare say that, already having embarrassed himself enough for the day.

The blush on his face was so stong, a passerby might think him drunk or feverish. She could tell he let slip more than he intended with that last question. And she didnt have it in her to lie anymore. To either of them.

"It's not that I don't want you." His eyes snapped to hers from twiddling with his fingers on the table. Confused. Dare he say, hopeful? Apprehensive. The implication of her words driving him mad.

"What?" She sighed. How coud she explain this to him when it was so hard to explain it to herself?

"It's not that I don't want you. I just don't think we're compatible is all." She drifted off, feeling like she had said both too much and not enough at the same time.

"What does that even mean?" She looked at him for a beat, silently begging him to drop it. But he couldn't.

"What? You do want me?" She closed her eyes trying to keep herself in check.

"You... Do you feel it too?" His hand tentatively reached for hers sitting on the table. The touch made her skin feel like it was on fire and her eyes met his wild ones. There was so much swirling in him now. Hope, anger, hurt, relief, joy, pain, confusion. He was so terrified of her next words but also so damn anxious to hear them.

She should have pulled away. Walked away even. She didn't understand why she didn't. This was a terrible, stupid idea - to tell him the truth. It could never work between them. It just couldn't. But the tiny tremor of his hand holding hers unhinged her and she couldn't stop the words from spilling out.

"Yeah... Yeah I feel it." His breath caught in his throat. Waiting for her to say sike. To take it back. Say she was joking. But she doesn't.

"What the fuck?" His relief was battling with his anger. If she felt the same then why the fuck had she been making him feel a fool for so long? Why did she reject him and make him feel like an idiot for even thinking she'd ever want anything to do with him?

"What's wrong with you?" He pulled his hand off her then and she was starting to feel the anger inside herself too.

"Watch your mouth." She snapped and he couldn't help but snort in disbelief.

"Are you fucking kidding me? You've let me feel like I was alone in this, like I wasn't good enough for you to ever feel the same way about me. And now you say you do?" He was breathing hard, his grasp on sanity slipping by the second.

"Don't be stupid." She couldn't belive he would say that. Had she really made him think he wasn't good enough for her?

"Don't call me stupid." He was struggling to control himself from blowing up at her right in this coffee shop.

"I'm not -" she sighed and rubbed her eyes in exasperation. She didn't realize his self esteem was so low, didnt realize she had made him feel like that.

"You're not stupid." The tears in his eyes were now a mix of hurt and anger and he didnt know which one was winning out. "And you're not alone. I'm sorry." His breath got shaky.

"It's not that you're not good enough, that's crazy." His heart skipped a beat at her words.

"Then what?" His voice was on edge and so was she.

"We just aren't compatible." He laughed then. A disbelieving laugh.

"That's bullshit." She was glaring at him. She didn't think it was bullshit at all. She was serious.

"What does that even mean?" He asked then, taking in her somber expression.

"It means that no matter what we might want we couldn't work together." She said it with such confidence and it drove him mad because how could she make that decision for both of them?

"Why wouldn't we work? What's so incompatible about us, huh?" He was angry at her, and hurt, and full of desparation. To understand. To make sense of it. Of them.

"We just dont want the same things, okay?" She wanted to be done with this conversation, regretting ever sitting down in the first place.

"Not okay." He didn't even hesitate for a beat. "How could you possibly know what I want?" She swallowed at his words, at how sure he was of them. And then she hesitated. What if he was right? But as soon as it came, she rejected the thought, shaking her head.

"It's very clear what you like okay? And I have different... My needs are different than yours, okay?" There was a slight blush on her cheeks and he couldn't believe she was flustered.

"What do you think I like? What do you need that you don't think I can give to you?" He was trying to get her to open up to him like he had to her. She was struggling to verbalize her thoughts but he wasn't going to let go.

"Look you're clearly used to a certain dynamic with women. And that's fine. That's what works for you-"

"Stop it with the criptic bullshit and say what you mean!" He held her gaze. Unrelenting. Both stubborn, pissed off and frustrated.

"Fine!" She almost shouted but returned her voice to normal when she realised where they were.

"You like to fuck girls." She was looking right at him and he started to blush. This was not what he expected her to say.

"What?" He didn't understand what she was getting at at all. She pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance over how she would explain it to him in this public ass space.

"You don't think I can be faithful?" His words were frantic, confused, hurt. Like the idea of her thinking that hurt him deeply. She shook her head at his assumption

"No, that's not what I meant." He looked more confused than ever.

"Then what?" His eyes were saying please. Please tell me. Help me understand.

"I'm a domme." Her voice was so low he almost didn't hear it.

"You what?" He stuttered out. She shrugged deciding enough was enough. She had nothing to be ashamed of. And if he wanted the truth he could deal with it.

"I'm a domme. I fuck guys, not the other way around." She looked at him, a picture of poise and calm - a stark contrast to his wild thoughts, very obvious in his panicked eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed as he took her in now - in her full light. Understanding washing over him.

"So what?" She cocked a brow at him. "You think I can't handle being fucked by a girl? Is that it?" He nearly laughed at the absurdity of it all.

"No, Rafe. I don't." Hurt flashed in his eyes and she continued.

"I don't just fuck guys. I'm particular. I have my wants and needs. That's just the way I am. And I'm not compromising on that for anyone. Not even you." It pained her to say it but it was true.

She had spent too long repressing her own nature, being ashamed, conforming to what other people told her was normal and she wouldn't ever go back to that. Not for anyone. Even if she did want him. Bad. She would not sacrifice her own needs for a guy ever again. She was stronger than that and she deserved more. Being lonely was part of the territory. But she'd rather the loneliness than the heartbreak of keeping herself hidden away like she had in the past. Even if it hurt to breathe when he was looking at her like that. Even if she wanted to kiss him so damn bad it felt like her heart would stop if she didnt.

He was gobsmacked. Out of all the things he thought she might say this was not one of them. It confused him why she thought he'd want her to ever compromise who she was for him. As if he didn't adore everything about her already. As if he hadnt been following her around like a lost puppy begging for her time, feeling so sad and alone when he thought she didn't want him. But now that he knows she does and she's holding herself back over something as silly as who's in charge in the bedroom was making his head spin. This was about sex. He laughed at the realization.

"What?" She was frowning at him. Offended, hurt that he'd laugh at her after she opened up to him.

"I'm sorry. It's just-" he looked ready to laugh again. "That's it?" She looked dumbfounded.

"All of this because you think we aren't compatible in bed?" She almost rolled her eyes at his oversimplification. He was making fun of her and she was serious. He realized he had hit a nerve when she kept looking at him like he kicked her.

"Shit. I'm sorry. I just- why are you so sure we aren't compatible then?" He was testing her.

"Because I know guys like you."

"Guys like me? What's that supposed to mean?" Now he was offended. He thought they were past this.

"You chase girls, you have your fun and then you move onto the next one. And the cycle goes on." She was looking so confident when she said it. And he knew she was right. He had acted like that in the past.

"I don't do that, Rafe." He sighed. His hand reaching for hers again but this time she pulled back. It hurt.

"You really think so little of me? That I couldn't do anything different just because I've done it a certain way so far?" His eyes were boring into her. Begging her to let him in. To believe him.

"Do you want to do it different?" She asked quietly.

"Maybe I do." She shook her head.

"Maybe." She scoffed at the childish response.

"What do you want me to say?" He was exasperated.

"Nothing. This was a waste of time." Panic rose within him. She couldn't just leave.

"No. It wasn't. Just- just give me a chance-"

"Chance to what? Rafe you're a player. I don't fuck players." Ouch.

She was slipping away again. And he didnt know what to do. How to fix it. Because even though it terrified him it also thrilled him - the thought of her fucking him, taking him, using him. Like he had used girls many times before. It was both confusing and incredibly arousing and he couldn't think straight. And now she was ready to leave again and he was getting desparate. So desparate. He had wished for her to want him for so long and now that she does he can't let a silly thing like this stand in the way.

"I'm not a player." It was a lie. She looked at him and called bullshit. "I - I don't want to be a player. I don't want to chase girls. I just want you." He was basiclly begging her at this point.

"Rafe. You don't know what that means."

"Then show me? Please? Show me..." he was looking at her with big needy eyes and it caused a stirring deep within her.

She stood up then, his heart racing, praying she doesn't leave. She took a step closer to him, her voice as soft as butter but her words sharply piercing his insides.

"I only fuck good boys, Rafe." His breath caught in his throat, heart hammering in his chest from her proximity. He wanted to pass out. In need, desparation, arousal. All of it at once.

"Bad boys aren't worth my time." She stood back up giving him one final once over and made to leave. His hand wrapped around her wrist a moment later causing her to turn back around and meet his eyes. In them? Complete and utter adoration. A need to have her so deep it was hurting.

She wanted him so bad too. But she meant what she said and she knew what he was like. It was unfair really, that the one guy she has this strong of a pull for cannot give her what she needs. And she can't give him what he needs either. Tragic really. When he looked so pretty and needy and willing. But she knew better than to fall for it. He just wanted her to let her guard down and it would end up causing them both a world of heartache when it inevitably didn't work out.

"I can be good." His words flooded her insides, setting her on fire. She looked at him with apprehension and he nodded his head.

"I can be good. For you." She wanted to groan at the words, hitting her right where he hoped. He was driving her nuts. Breaking down the walls of certainty she built around her with just a few words and those pretty eyes. It was so frustrating. How fast she was crumbling.

"I want to be good for you." Voice a mere whisper at that point. He was laying it all out. Leaving himself vulnerable hoping she wouldn't walk away from him now. He wanted to prove to her and himself he could be what she needed. He gulped waiting for her next move.

His eyes closed as her soft hand made conctact with his face, fingers running over his skin gently and then gripping his jaw with light yet commanding fingers. He couldn't breathe. She was looking at him like she would destroy him and he knew that she meant it. And he craved it too, so badly. Craved to give her exactly what she wanted, needed it. Her eyes were swirling with need and lust and he could have passed out then and here.

"You sure about that?" He startled as her words broke the haze a little bit, already melting at her feet. She was good and he was so so needy.

"Yes. Please." The please escaped without his consent, the moment so raw and tense and intimate he couldn't hold back. She smirked and he knew he was in trouble.

"Okay then. Let's go."

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Drinks & Misunderstandings

Hiii! It's been a while! Here's a little The Sounds of a Good Boy blurb about another encounter where Rafe makes a fool of himself and she thinks he's a dumbass🙈 this is set right after The Night We Met ❤️ Hope you like it!

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

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My work is my own; it’s not to be copied, transferred or translated. Reblogs are welcome! Happy reading!🥰

Drinks & Misunderstandings

It had been exactly a week since their encounter at the party. Rafe had been able to think of very little except her. It was extremely inconvenient and fucking frustrating. He thought about the way she looked at him in the kitchen more times than he could count and it ended up making his pants get tighter every time. He didn’t understand what it was about her that made him so obsessed. He was also incredibly angry and tired of her running through his mind given the fact that she spoke exactly three words to him- when he asked if her friend was okay. Oh but her voice was stuck on repeat. He had felt butterflies in his stomach when she finally spoke to him.

It hadn’t mattered that she only said “I don’t know.” He was so taken aback that he didn’t even manage to respond before she left. She seemed distressed and he wanted to ask more, to offer to help -something! But she was gone before he could process and he spent all night kicking himself for not being quicker. Though he knew she probably wouldn’t have wanted his help anyway, given that she had ignored him all night.

This Saturday, the usual frat party scene was exchanged for a birthday bar hop for one of his frat brothers. Rafe wasn’t really feeling it. Though the alcohol was welcome, the company and the loud music was not. He had been drowning his sorrows all week, barely paying attention to his classes. His mind always on her. He wondered what happened to her friend, if she was okay; wondered if he’d ever see her again. He mostly wondered why the hell he was wondering about all those things in the first place. He couldn’t make heads or tails of the situation, not understanding how she managed to have such a hold on him when he didn’t even know her name.

The bar they were currently in was one of the classier establishments they visited that night. If the interior hadn’t made it clear the prices of the drinks left no room for doubt. It was crowded and hot but at least the music wasn’t as loud as in the bar they were in last. He was starting to feel a headache coming, so he welcomed the slightly queieter albeit pretentious environment they were in now.

The guys had spent all night circling the group for drink duties, he had befallen the faith of getting the next round. He was already feeling the effect of the alcohol as he made his way to the bar to order more drinks. Slightly leaning onto the counter for support after stumbling a little on his way over, he bumped into the person to his left, throwing a quick sorry as the guy glared at him.

Waiting for the bartender to notice him he lazily ran his eyes over the girl to his right. Her back was facing him as she leaned on the bar, almost mirroring his position. She was hot. Wanting to see her face, he leaned slightly closer, hoping she’d turn around if she senses his presence. Her perfume hit him and he swore he smelled it before but his drunk mind couldn’t place it.

Just as he expected, she could feel him behind her so she turned around to glance at him. As soon as their eyes met he felt like he had been struck by lightning. It was her. The same girl who had been plaguing his thoughts for a week straight, same girl who made him feel small that night, same girl he hoped he would run into again. And there she was, standing right in front of him, wearing a sexy little black dress and looking at him again.

He could see recognition in her eyes and he felt a rush of excitement at the prospect. She remembered him. If his mind had been slightly less hazy he might have considered that wasn’t the best thing, that perhaps if she hadn’t remembered him he would have had a chance to start over, not make a fool of himself again. But all he could feel was excitement because she was there and she remembered him.

When she turned to see who had so blatantly given himself the right to stand so close to her, the last person she expected to see was him. The guy from last week’s party, same guy who had annoyed her that night, same guy who surprised her by showing concern for her friend, same guy she had thought of more times than she would ever admit to herself over the last week.

He was looking dumbstruck and she knew he remembered her. She expected him to look sheepish or even smug but he actually looked... happy? He looked like he was happy to see her. She thought it might have been an act but seeing the way his eyes were glazed and he was supporting himself on the bar, she realised he was genuine, clearly drunk and not capable of hiding his emotions. It was pretty damn adorable. She was sure after their last encounter he wouldn’t be happy to see her but there he was - right in front of her, smiling like a little kid. It took her some effort not to smile at the sight. He looked so innocent, with his bright dimply smile and his floppy hair- but she knew better.

If a by-stander had been watching them they might have noticed they were both standing there, staring at each other for a beat too long. The little moment interrupted by the bartender laying down the drinks she ordered in front of her. She broke eye contact and reached for her wallet. As she was taking it out of her purse an arm reached in front of her, black card making it to the man’s hand before she could process it.

“Drinks are on me” he said. The bartender made quick work of scanning the card and handing it back to him. He looked to her, hoping for a smile. He finally got a second chance to make a better impression on her and he jumped at the opportunity. Being a gentleman, buying her and her friends their drinks.

Her face though, wasn’t happy. She looked pissed, in fact. If this were a cartoon, Rafe imagined steam would be coming out of her ears in that moment. He didn’t understand what happened. Paying for expensive cocktails as a peace offering seemed like a good idea. Now he wasn’t sure what her problem was. Maybe she was just a miserable person.

She took the drinks in her hands, trying to balance them on the little tray. She felt like she could burst. The nerve of this asshole. The entitled douchebag. A total prick. That’s what he was. Any trace of her prior thoughts about seeing him again went out the window. The gall of this guy to just pay for her without bothering to even ask. Like she wasn’t capable of it. Like he had the right. Flashing his daddy’s black card like he owns the place, like owns her. Hell no.

She was quite done with him now.

So without looking back she took off toward their booth. The plan to get away from him as fast as possible before she caused a scene hindered by the fact that she had to walk carefully not to spill the drinks on the tray. Damn it.

As she turned and started walking away without a word his confusion grew and his annoyance resurfaced. What the hell? He wasn’t gonna let her blank him again. No way.

A hand wrapped around her bicep effectively stopped her in her tracks. His grip was firm and he pulled her back slowly, making sure the drinks she was holding didn’t fall on her. Her anger was bubbling up dangerously by now and him putting his hand on her pushed all thoughts of not causing a scene out of her head.

The look she gave him when she turned around was one that could kill a man, or at least chill him to his very bones. But Rafe was angry and he hadn’t realised the huge warning sign so he opened his mouth. Had he been less drunk he would have known that would be a terrible mistake.

“Are you serious? Not even a thank you?” He asked her, not releasing his grip from her arm. The longer his touch lingered on her skin the hotter her anger burned inside. Untill it spilled. And boy it spilled.

“Excuse me?” Her tone was dangerously low, she was barely keeping it together.

“You’re just gonna walk away again? No thank you or anything? What is your problem?” Big mistake. Huge.

“My problem?” She took a step closer, close enough so the tray ended up pressed against both their chests, the metal object the only space between their bodies. “What’s my problem?”

“Yeah. Usually people say thank you when someone buys them a drink, you know. Let alone five.” He pressed on.

“You know what. You’re right. How rude of me.” She spoke sarcastically. “Thank you so much for going over me to settle my tab without asking me, like I wasn’t even there. Thanks for thinking I need you to pay my check and swoon over you for swooping in and saving me 60 bucks. I really appreciate it.” Her voice had risen and at this point the people around them were paying attention.

“I was just being nice-“ he tried to reason.

“Nice? Doing things for me -that I’m fully capable of doing myself by the way-without my consent, is not nice. It’s patronizing. Acting like I should have no say in something, like I have as much agency as that barstool over there is not being nice- it’s being a dick. So is this.” She motioned to his hand still wrapped around her arm. At that he let go. She took a step back. His face a picture of confusion and frustration.

“Normally I would leave the drink but these are for my friends. I’ll let them know you spent a whole $20 for their cocktails, maybe one of them will give you their number.” With that she turned and walked away. This time he let her.

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Morning After (The Sounds of a Good Boy Blurb)

A blurby blurb! This follows The Sounds of a Good Boy, it is the morning after their first time! A bit of angst and a lot of fluff in here peeps💖

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

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Morning After

He woke to the smell of freshly made coffee. Looking around the empty room, disoriented and a bit lost, still in that state between dream and reality, he realised this wasn’t his room. His eyes searched the unfamiliar suroundings untill last night’s events finally caught up to him.

A blush spread across his cheeks at the memories. He reached across the bed for his phone on the bedside table, he didn’t remember plugging it in to charge last night but there it was. He checked the time 7:36 am. Groaning at the revelation, he begrudgingly pushed himself out of bed. Collecting his clothes from the floor, memories kept rushing back to him in flashes making that blush from earlier return with vengeance. His whole face was hot and he was sure he looked a sight. After putting on his clothes he stumbled out of the bedroom. Following the sound of sizzling and the rising aroma of bacon, he found her in the kitchen.

She was fully dressed, already eating a plate of eggs standing over the stove while at the same time making sure the eggs and bacon in the pan didn’t burn. She turned as she heard him walk in and with a mouth full of breakfast and cheeks portruding she gave him a close lipped smile. It was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. She was quick to finish chewing and swallowed, slighty embarrased at his first sight of her this morning being that.

“Morning.” She said, mouth finally free. She used a paper napkin to wipe at her lips, just in case.

“Good morning.” His voice was low and husky, the sound causing a stirring deep within her. His morning voice was hot. Very hot.

She snapped out of her daze after staring at him for a beat too long, remembering his breakfast and moving to action. She arranged the eggs and bacon onto a second plate and grabbed a freshly baked toast out of the oven.

He took the plate from her extended hand, perplexed and - as his stomach growled at that moment - he realized, hungry.

She made him breakfast. Not the most life altering of gestures but for him? Quite something. He wasn’t used to his dates making him breakfast. Not that you could call his past conquests dates per se. Nor was he used to waking up in someone elses bed, the phrase hit it and quit it having been taken quite literally in his adult life. This was different.

But so was everything else that happened last night. Everything else that had happened since he met her, actually.

As he ate the feeling which started to pool in his stomach, warming his insides, making his skin flush - had nothing to do with the food and everything to do with his current situation. With her.

He was quiet and she didn’t really mind, she enjoyed a quiet morning before a busy day. But she was in a rush, having to make breakfast for two while she usually just scruffs down some toast and butter with her coffee before she’s on her way out of the appartment really set her back. But she decided putting a little effort into breakfast this particular morning was completely understandable and not at all a big deal.

While a part of her, a small part deep inside, kind of wished she could just sit and have breakfast with him and maybe drink their coffees on her small balcony - she had an early morning class and she needed to move if she was going to make it on time.

She quickly finished the last of her eggs and put the plate in the sink. Gulping down her coffee and grabbing her jacket and bag was a sight that told him everything he needed to know. He’s overstaying his welcome. He needs to go. Now.

He rushed to his feet with a hushed “Sorry”. And she looked at him, a bit frazzled and a bit confused.

“Why are you sorry?” Her voice caught him on his way to clear his plate. He turned around only to be met with her standing right in front of him. When did she get so close?

“Um, I’m keeping you. Sorry.”

His repeated apology made her sigh with frustration which he took to be aimed at him when in reality it was directed towards herself. She didn’t know how this worked. She never had a guy stay over before. She didn’t have a precedent to fall back on and she realized she was coming off as rude.

He turned, feeling defeated, fully intending to just make his way out of there as fast as possible, this awkwardness making him want to throw up the food rushed down moments earlier. But her hand caught his wrist, effectively stopping him and making him face her.

“No. I’m sorry.” As he opened his mouth to protest she shushed him.

“I’m being rude. You’re not keeping me I’m just - I’m not used to this.” She motioned vaguely between them.

“I have a class in-“ she trailed off checking the clock, “-20 minutes. I hate to rush you, I wish I didn’t have to.” He nodded.

“I get it. You have to go. It’s totally fine. I’ll head.” He gave her a small polite smile and made to the front door, quickly putting on his shoes. She wanted to smack herself. This is not how she wanted this morning to go.

“I’ll drive you home.” She said as she joined him in the hallway, slipping on her boots. He looked at her confused.

“You-you don’t have to do that. You’ll be late. I can walk-“ She interrupted him then.

“I’m not letting you walk back in the freezing cold morning, Rafe.” Her tone was final and it left him a little flushed as memories of last night came rushing back again.

“I can get an uber, you know.” He smiled at her.

“It’s not far and it’s on the way. I’m taking you.” She wasn’t sure why she was insisting here, he really could just get an uber, and she was cutting it very close, but for some reason she just couldn’t let this be how they parted. Why? She had no idea.

“You got everything?” She asked before opening the door. He had shrugged his jacket on and was currently checking his pockets for his belongings untill he decided he did. “All good.” He said and she nodded as she led him out the door.

Their walk to her car was quiet, a bit akwkward. Neither knew what to say. He still hadn’t properly processed last night’s events, on top of that he was trying to figure out what was happening now. Between them. Was there even anything to figure out?

She was trying to sort out her thoughts and find a way to break the awkward silence, to save this morning; perhaps to save whatever it is between them. She refused to think about all the things he made her feel last night. Instead she focused on rectifying her rude behavior from earlier.

“You’re in Theta, right?” She finally spoke as she started pulling out of the parking space.

“Um, yeah. The big brown house at the end of greek street.” His voice was small and he sounded like he would rather be anywhere but here with her. She frowned at that.

“Look, I’m sorry about earlier.” She started but he interrupted her.

“No, you don’t have to say sorry. I get it. I don’t usually spend the night either.” His eyes wouldn’t meet her and he was fidgeting with his keys in his hands.

“I do, actually.” She continued. “I’m not used to morning afters but I shouldn’t have been so rude.” He just nodded, silent, staring at his hands.

She was frustrated at his silence. He usually always had something to say to get her attention, despite her annoyance at it. But now she almost wished he would make a dumb comment and she could roll her eyes at him and maybe she’d be able to pretend like last night never happened. Pretend that last night hadn’t changed everything. But it had. Things have shifted now and there was no going back.

“I’m not used to morning afters.” She repeated, and it caused a frown in his brow.

“I wanted to make breakfast and wake you up and maybe we take our coffee on the balcony. It’s a small thing really. But I like it, it’s...it’s cozy.” She trailed off. What was she even saying right now? Why was she being awkward?

He was asking himself the same thing because he finally looked at her then.

“That sounds nice.” His words surprised her and she met his gaze. He looked... endeared? Yes, he was looking at her like he was in awe when she had just been rambling like an idiot.

She was nervous, he realized. She made him breakfast and she wanted to show him her balcony and drink coffee with him and she was nervous. The thought made butterflies erupt in his stomach and he couldn’t stop the smile from breaking out on his face.

She was nervous around him. The tables have turned, the shift was palpable. He was in too deep, he realised as she looked at him confused but he couldn’t stop the smile even if he wanted to and truth be told he didn’t.

“I would’ve liked that.” She blushed at that. She fucking blushed. He swore his heart skipped a beat right then.

“Maybe... Maybe we can do that another morning?” He trailed off, now he was anxious waiting for her response.

This was it. The moment of truth. She would either shoot him down and tell him that last night was a one time thing and she wasn’t interested in it being anything else or -

“Yeah.” One perfect word interrupted his anxious thoughts.

“Yeah. I think that can be arranged.” She was smiling now and the sight knocked his breath right out of him. He was the one blushing now, a smile breaking on his face. She didn’t want last night to be the last of them either.

As her car slowed to a stop he was still smiling at her, not paying much attantion to their surroundings. She grinned at his dazed look, even though she was feeling just as giddy, and decided to tease him. Just a little.

“This is your house, is it not?” Her words broke his daze and he quickly looked outside to see that they were parked right outside his frat.

“Oh. Um, yeah. Yeah, it is.” He was mumbling, embarrased as he rushed to unbuckle his seatbelt.

Her hand caught his wrist yet again, right as the belt loosened. His breath hitched at the touch and as his eyes met hers he gulped at the intensity in them. It reminded him a lot of last night and the way she- No. Now is not the time to reminisce.

“I expect there’s another party happening on this street tonight.” She kept looking right into his eyes as she spoke. He managed to nod, with quite some effort as her gaze was making him feel all sorts of things. Intense, hot things.

“Uh, yeah. Probably.” She noded.

“Maybe I’ll see you there then.” She smirked at his blush and he realized what she was doing.

And God, she was doing crazy things to him, with that smirk, and the look, and the implication- no, a promise- of a repeat of last night. Again. Tonight.

She wanted to see him again tonight. She was just as into him as he was her. And that realization sparked something in him. He wasn’t sure where it came from but he was moving before he could think.

His lips met hers, his hand on her cheek. She was taken aback but it didn’t take long before she melted into the kiss, into him. She deepened the kiss as her tongue traced his lip and he didn’t hesitate to let her in. How could he when she was kissing him back, kissing him like she meant it.

He couldn’t even complain at how quickly she managed to get control of the kiss. Her hands found their way into his hair, still messy from sleep, and he moaned into the kiss as she lightly tugged on it. The sound managed to force her out of her haze and she begrudgingly broke their kiss. Foreheads pressed together as they caught their breaths, eyes blinking open.

She was met with the vision of him, flushed, breathy, so fucking pretty, with hair messed up and puffy lips - she felt like her breath had been kicked out of her chest. She forced herself to calm down, eyes looking at the console to break away from his captivating gaze. That’s when she noticed the time.

“Shit!” Her exclamation startled him. “I’m gonna be late.” She looked back at him and he was still looking at her like that and she wanted to curse at what he was doing to her.

He bit his lip as his eyes kept staring at her. His chest was heaving. The kiss woke up every cell in his body. He barely registered her words. All he could really do in that moment is feel. He felt like he wanted to pass out, like he wanted her to keep kissing him and maybe never ever stop, like he wanted her to forget everything and just go inside with him and give him everything she’s got. He’d gladly take any little thing she’d give him, he knew that.

The way he was biting his lip and looking at her with those bedroom eyes had her losing her mind. Half wanting to shove him out of the car because she is late - half wanting to just take him right there in the car in front of his entire frat. She was so damn tempted, even calculating just how important this class really was and if she could technically get away with missing it-

Her thoughts were broken, by a loud honk. She was half way leaning in to kiss him again and he was too, the mangetic pull between them seemingly inescapable, when the car behind her honked.

She was parked for fucks sake, what the hell was this guy’s problem? As the spell was broken, Rafe looked back and realized who it was behind them. The reason they were so rudely interrupted - Mack. Rafe’s best friend of 3 years and as of 10 seconds ago his worst enemy. They could hear Mack’s laughter as he got out of the car and Rafe groaned.

His forehead met her shoulder and as she realized this was probably one of his frat brothers she let out a light chuckle. Was she pissed off at the interruption? Yes. But seeing Rafe embarrased and grumpy like this was endearing.

“Think we can make a break for it before he gets to the door?” He mumbled into her skin and she laughed, looking in the rearview as the guy approach them.

“Nope.” She said popping the p, and he groaned again. The third groan was the loudest, a response to a knock on his window. Unbelievable.

His face was still buried in her neck as Mack knocked again.

“Good morning!” He said chirpily from the other side of the window. Rafe flipped him off without looking as he finally brought his head up and his eyes met hers again. They could hear Mack laughing from outside, but he didn’t care that they had an audience. Their gazes glued to each other, seemingly reliving the intensity of their kiss from mere moments ago.

“You’re late.” He whispered, voice low, raspy, very very hot, she noted.

“Yeah.” She whispered back. And then they were kissing again. This time it was shorter but just as breath taking as the last. She pushed him away as he went in for another kiss and he groaned again.

It was becoming one of her favourite sounds, now. Very grumpy and adorable Rafe. She quite liked this side of him. She gave him a smile, and then waved to Mack over his shoulder. Mack waved back, grinning.

“I’ll see you tonight?” He asked her, gaze earnest. She smiled at that.

“Maybe.” He rolled his eyes at her and then laughed with her.

“Have a good day.” She said as his hand reached for the handle.

Fuck it. That was his thought before he turned around and kissed her again quickly before jumping out of the car.

“Have a good day.” He grinned at her stunned expression as he closed the door behind him. She couldn’t help the smile that broke on her face at his antics.

Why did this feel so... natural? Kissing him and laughing with him and not wanting to part from him. It felt like they had done this a thousand times before as he waved at her through the window as she pulled away in her car. Like they had played this game before. Like looking back at him through her rearview mirror, him pushing his friend off him while looking at her car with a silly smile on his face, was a sight she’d seen a thousand times before. Or maybe there was a little part of her that hoped it was a sight she would see a thousand times again.

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Butterflies

Hiiii!!! We back with another TSOAGB blurby blurb! This one is set the morning after The Punishment of a Bad Boy and it's super fluffy and a lil naughty too (no actual smut tho) 😜🥰💗

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

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Butterflies

He woke that morning feeling content and happy. He could still feel her warmth, her arm still wrapped around him, head on her chest as the easy rise and fall of her breathing lulled him into a peaceful state of mind. He nearly fell asleep again, too scared to move to wake her. But he was too excited to have her there, too many thoughts running through his head to fall back asleep.

Last night? The best night of his life, he would swear it. Seeing her like that, feeling her, touching her, tasting her - it all felt so surreal, like he dreamt the whole thing. But her heartbeat under him and her arm holding him was more than enough to remind him that it was indeed real. She was real. They were real. And that last thought made him feel so fucking happy he couldn't breathe.

She stirred under him then, pulling him closer as if making sure he was still there. He was. Of course he was. She could feel him on top of her, his smell surrounding her - reminding her she was in his bed.

She laid a sweet kiss at the top of his head, eyes still closed and she felt him moving. When she blinked her eyes open she caugh him now looking up at her and fuck, her breath caught in her throat. He looked so beautiful she couldn't believe he was real.

His big eyes and rosy cheeks and his plump pink lips in a smile and God she was a goner. She couldn't help but smile back, still blinking herself awake. He hadn't moved or spoken, he was just looking at her. It made a blush rise on her cheeks and she felt warm all over. He was trouble.

"Mornin'" she finally broke the silence, her voice gravelly from sleep and he swore it was the hottest thing. She was staring right back at him now, a glimmer in her eyes he was sure was reflected in his own. She was trouble.

"Good morning." He mumbled, voice deep and raspy and she swore it was the hottest thing. Her hand found her way to his hair and she gently pushed it off his forhead, soft fingers in fluffy hair and a content moan leaving his lips. She could feel that stirring in her belly and she needed to calm down before she let herself get lost in him again.

"How are you feeling?" Her question broke the daze he was in, only slightly. He seemed to always be in a daze around her, he couldn't help it, didn't even want to.

"Good. Good. You?"

"Yeah me too."

Somehow they ended up right back to staring at each other again. Right untill the sound of a stomach rumbling broke the spell again. Giggles left them, smiles seeming permanent now.

"Was that you or me?" He asked looking at her with bright eyes.

"I honestly don't know." They laughed again and he rolled off of her. He looked over at her again and he couldn't stop the beaming smile that broke on his face.

"We should probably get up, huh?" She asked with a smile that made butterflies erupt in his stomach.

"Mmm I don't wanna." He mumbled and buried his head in her neck again as she laughed under him. She placed a kiss to the side of his face and poked his stomach with her finger.

"We should get up, baby." He sighed into her skin and nuzzled into her warmth.

"Do we have to?" He knew the answer but he wanted to drag it out. He wanted to have her with him as long as he could. And then an idea popped into his head.

He pulled back to look at her, suddenly seeming sheepish and she quirked her brow at him.

"What?"

"Do you wanna... Do you want to get breakfast, maybe?" She could tell he was nervous, it made her heart clench.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that." She gave him a reassuring smile and he couldn't help himself. He leaned down and kissed her. A deep kiss, that stirred them both awake quickly. She pulled him in, licking at his bottom lip untill he let her in and they got lost in each other all over again.

It felt like forever had passed by the time they broke apart, catching their breaths but so fucking happy. Making out was a great way to start their days, they both decided. Rafe's stomach growled then and the moment passed. She smirked at him, they figured out who it was after all. He was flushed and excited when he spoke next.

"There's this diner, a short drive away. They have the best breakfast. Let me take you?" She smiled at his excitement and nodded.

"I'm driving though." He scoffed and rolled his eyes at that.

"You're such a control freak." He teased and she quirked a brow.

"That so? I didn't see you complaining last night. Or the night before for that matter." He blushed crimson then and she smirked. They both knew she won that one.

She got out of bed then, wearing nothing but his t-shirt and undies and he could feel himself get flushed and bothered all over again. Her wearing his clothes, her sleeping in his bed, it made him wish that he could make her his. How amazing it would feel to be able to wake up to her every morning, or kiss her whenever he wanted or just be with her. Just be. He'd love nothing more than to have her stealing his clothes and leaving her mark all over his life. He remembered the marks she left on his skin now and his whole body grew hot. He was both dreading and anticipating looking in the mirror. He knew he looked a sight.

She was changing now, stripping from his clothes. He felt a pang in his chest seeing her take his shirt off. But holy shit she took his shirt off. She was only in his boxers now and God he could feel himself get hard at the sight. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She was looking for her bra that ended up under the bed and when she straightened up with it in her hands she caugh his eye. He looked hungry. Not for food this time, tough. No, the way his eyes were running over her body told her everything she needed to know about what he was thinking. What he was hungry for.

It took some effort for her to turn around and away from his lingering gaze and finally put her bra on. She didn't look back at him untill she was wearing her dress again and once she did she found him in the same position, with the same look in his eyes.

He was in a predicament. He knew he needed to calm down and think about literally anything other than the way her body moved against his, the way her skin felt under his fingertips, the way she looked like a goddess when she climaxed or the way she sucked on his fin- anything else! But man it was so fucking hard when she was so fucking perfect and he couldn't get enough.

She was standing there, looking at him now. He knew she knew what he was thinking, knew she caught him staring but he didn't care. He couldn't find it in him. Not when she was so gorgeous and in his room.

Her voice broke his train of thought then.

"Are you gonna just sit there or are we going to get breakfast?"

Like it was so easy. Like she didn't have him hard as a rock by stripping in front of him not 2 minutes ago. Like she didn't know how he burned for her still. Burned for her all the damn time. Burned. Scorching. Fire. Her.

"Rafe." Her voice was half amused half exasperated. He blinked slowly up at her, still caught in this constant daze she had him in.

"Hmm" he mumbled and she rolled her eyes then. She really was hungry now and he was too. She just wanted to get going already. She knew if they stayed there with him looking at her like that any longer she'd lose it and they wouldn't end up eating for hours. Food. Think about food, she told herself. He needs food.

"Rafe, come on. Get up." She ordered now. No more distractions, the clock was ticking.

He begrudgingly got out of bed, and she could see him in all his glory. She managed to contain a growl that threatened to spill. Fucking hell. He was perfect; tan skin flushed, a flame in his eyes and his dick standing up rock hard. Shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuuuuuck.

She groaned then and it was as if her body moved on its own accord. She grabbed him by the back of his neck and slammed her lips against his in a hungry, desperate kiss. His arms encircled her as he let her tongue into his mouth. She kissed him like the starvation she felt was all him. Food entirely forgotten then. All she could think about was his soft skin and his irresistable lips and his body under her traveling hands. She bit his lip and squeezed his ass, pulling him flush against her and he let out an embarrasingly loud moan at her actions. He was absolute putty in her hands and he loved every single second.

His dick twitched between their bodies, pressed so close together they might as well be one. But before they could take it any further Rafe's stomach growled loudly again and he wanted to cry at the interruption.

She chuckled and pulled away from him and he tried to pull her back in, wanting to ignore it. But she couldn't. He was hungry, he needed food. This could wait. Even though it took every ounce of willpower she had she stepped back from him and faced him with a stern look. He was gulping.

"Baby. You're starving-"

"Yeah, for you." He mumbled and tried pulling her into another kiss but she kept him back with her hands on his chest. He groaned in exasperation and she gave him a sympathetic look.

"We need to go. We need food." He was giving her puppy dog eyes as if that would deter her but he should've known better by now. Once her mind was made up that was it. And as she looked at him with that stubborn cock in her brow that made him wanna scream cause she looked so sexy, he let out another groan and she knew he was accepting his fate.

"Look we can just grab something from the kitchen, we don't have to go-"

"No! No, I wanna take you to breakfast." She nodded at his response.

"I just need to..." he trailed off looking down and she had to surpress her grin. He could see the amusement in her eyes, though he appreaciated the effort not to embarrass him.

"I'm just gonna take a quick shower." She nodded and leaned up to press a quick kiss to his lips.

"Okay, baby. I'll be here."

She gave him a reassuring smile, like she knew he hated parting from her and wanted him to know she wasn't going anywhere. It made butterflies erupt in his stomach again as he made his way to the bathroom, picking up some clothes on the way. She made herself comfortable on his bed and when he reached the door he looked back and saw her there; all pretty in his bed. And he groaned again, having to force himself to leave her there when he wanted nothing more than to fall to his knees and beg her to let him taste her. But he knew she wouldn't. She was stubborn like that.

His shower ended up lasting a good 20 minutes. As cold as it may have been his body still ran hot and he had to take care of himself. Didn't feel great. Getting off by himself in the shower when she was a door away was incredibly frustrating. He managed to cum after a while but it wasn't satisfying.

When he stepped out of the shower he finally took in his appearance in the mirror. The marks that lined his neck were deep purple - she really did a number on him. He nearly got hard again just looking at them; remembering how it felt when she made them. But he resisted. He had to admit he liked having her marks on him. It was silly perhaps but it felt like she had claimed him. He was hers and now he had physical proof of it. He blushed crimson at the thought and shook it off, wrapping a towel around his waist and making his way back to his room. Back to her.

She was sitting on his desk chair when he entered, looking at the pictures on his wall. She smiled when she saw him and his heart fluttered. God, she was beautiful. If he could make her smile every day for the rest of his life he could die a happy man, he'd swear it.

She had been inspecting the pictures above his desk before he came in. She had looked around his room, not snooping just observing. It felt like him. Smelled like him. The photographs were of him and his friends, his sisters and a few of them were location shots - pink and orange hues of a sun setting against the sea, a beautiful beach and moon reflecting on water. They were stunning.

She turned to take him in then and almost cursed because he was all wet and only wearing a towel. The sight of his wet hair slicked back and drops of watter sliding down his skin - she thought this moment should be captured in a photograph. He was stunning. And she was feeling hot all of a sudden. She needed to get it together. Breakfast. That was the plan.

He was ruffling through his closet looking for something to wear when she spoke.

"These are beautiful. Did you take them?" He turned his head to look at the photos she was pointing at.

"Oh. Yeah, I did." He had an almost shy smile on his face as he said it.

"You've got a great eye." She sent him a grin and he couldn't help but reciprocate.

"Why thank you." He laughed and she swore if she could hear that sound every day she wouldn't get sick of it.

He dropped his towel then and put on a pair of boxers and she had to physically turn around not to jump his bones right there. He was so hot it gave her whiplash.

When she turned back around he was wearing pants and fumbling with a shirt. She took in his toned arms and the way his biceps clenched as his hands worked on untangling it. Then her eyes went to the hickeys on his neck and she could feel a burn in her stomach at the sight. He was wearing her marks and it made a little jolt of pride run through her. How silly. But she liked seeing him all marked up. They suited him. So gorgeous.

Her train of thought was broken by him pulling his shirt over his head and she shook hers to clear it. She busied herself with putting her shoes on while he finished getting dressed. The way her body responded to him was getting embarrasing.

He gave her a bright smile as they finished getting dressed and grabbed their stuff to head out. He held his hand out to her, looking sheepish and she grinned as she grabbed his hand. She pulled him into her and before he had a chance to be confused she pulled him down into a sweet kiss. It was warm and intimate and both of them could feel butterflies fluttering around their chests in that moment.

When she pulled back he was looking at her and it was in that second, between the kiss and his eyes, that her feelings hit her - full blast. He looked like he was in love and she had to remind herself to breathe. She needed to chill and stop putting pressure on them both by overthinking. So she let him lead her out of his room, fingers intertwined and hearts too.

Mack was groaning on the couch, clutching his head in his hands when he saw Rafe come down the stairs.

"Bro, what t'hell are you doin' up so ear-" his words broke off when his eyes landed on her. His mouth turned up into a smirk and Rafe let out a heavy sigh, knowing what was about to come.

"Mystery girl!" The volume of his own voice making him wince in pain. No hangover would stop him from busting Rafe's balls though.

"What a lovely surprise." He was half way to getting off the couch when Rafe slapped his hand down on his shoulder - causing his already wobbly legs to give out and he fell back down.

"Dude what the fuck?" He moaned out as Rafe forced a smile and squeezed his shoulder tighter.

"We're just on our way out, actually. Won't be back a while." Rafe quickly spoke and grabbed her hand in his again, ready to pull her out of that door as soon as possible.

Mack was grinning, about to make a no doubt very inappropriate comment, but then his face fell.

"Wait! You'll be back for the thing, yeah?" His voice slightly worried and the obvious confusion on Rafe's face was only feeding into it.

"Thing?"

"The thing! Poker! The poker thing! It's tonight, man!" He was erratic and it took Rafe a second to realize what he was talking about.

"Oh, shit..." Rafe sighed, exasperated. He ran his hands over his face, thinking. How could he get out of this?

"Don't even think about bailing on me, man!" Damn Mack and his ability to see right through him.

"Dude, I just-"

"No!" Mack interrupted, now getting up with significant effort.

"No way. You're not bailing! The whole thing was your idea!"

"I don't think that's techincally true..." Rafe trailed off, but he knew his friend was right.

Theta Poker Night - a new tradition Rafe had suggested when the brothers were trying to find ways to make cash. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Get all the rich kids on campus, pour some good booze and take all their money. A fool proof plan. Untill the man of the hour got distracted by his "Mystery Girl". Mack was not having it.

"Dude you and Aiden are the best players we have and I'm pretty sure Aiden's last win was entirely owed to beginners luck! Do. Not. Blow this for us!" Mack was shaking his shoulders now, trying to convince him he's serious. The stakes were high. The money pot so good. There's absolutely no way Rafe can abandon them now.

Rafe was groaning. This is the last thing he wanted to do today. He wanted to spend the day with her. Not in a sausage fest ripping off frat bros. He wanted to be with her. Just her. Always her. Fucking fuck!

"Mystery Girl!" Mack yelled out facing Jade then.

"Can you please tell your boyfriend he cannot abandon his brothers in their hour of need?"

Y/N had been observing the interaction with feigned nonchallance but infinitely curious. Mildy amused as well, perhaps.

"I'm sorry, are you talking to me?" She pointed to herself and Mack looked at her incredulously.

"Yeah?"

"My name isn't Mystery Girl." She was fucking with him.

"Oh I know. But Rafe refused to tell me your name so that's just what we call you now."

"We?" Y/N questioned, holding back a smirk.

"Yeah. The frat brothers. We have a poll going. My money's on Diana." He gave her a toothy grin, and she knew he was joking.

"How much money are you losing?" She smirked then and he laughed.

"Damn it! Break a guy's heart." Rafe couldn't handle this interaction any longer.

"Yeah it's very funny. But we do need to go now." He pushed Mack away from her and pulled her back towards the door again, hoping to be done with this torture.

"Have him back by four, Mystery Girl!" She chuckled and waved at Mack, throwing out a "No promises." over her shoulder as they finally left the house.

The sweet promise of breakfast and the whole morning together filled them both with warmth and anticipation. His hand in hers fit so well and it made her tummy fill with butterflies as she followed him back to her car. Butterflies. It seemed childish but it rang true. He was trouble and she loved it. He had a blush on his face as they walked hand in hand down the streets, together, for anyone to see. It was making his head spin. She was trouble and he loved it.

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To Be Seen (The Sounds of a Good Boy Blurb)

This is the party between Morning After and The Punshment of a Bad Boy! Angst and fluff💖 y'all get to meet Kat (Y/N's best friend) - she's a delight 🥰

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

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To Be Seen

It had been a good long while since she found herself actually looking forward to a party. Well, not the party itself. After all she was only going for one single reason. Him.

She never saw herself as the type of person to go to a party just to see a guy. It seems so silly, thinking about it. But she couldn’t deny the giddiness she felt at the fact that she’d be seeing him again tonight. Could she have avoided the whole ordeal and just told him to come over instead? Sure. But she was trying not to appear too desperate. I mean they’ve only just seen each other this morning. And after last night... well it was safe to say they were both left wanting more. Infinitely more.

He made her feel things she never had before. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. It was strange, craving someone’s presence, to be near them, to be able to touch them. And it was indeed a craving. Far deeper than any craving she’d had before. He was good at bringing up a plethora of emotions in her and she hadn’t fully processed it all. She didn’t want to think too much about it.

She couldn’t deny the facts and facts were she wanted him. Wanted to see him. So she decided not to dwell on the whys of it all and just let herself act on that want. She was sure he felt it too, that he wanted her too.

And he did. He spent the entire day thinking about tonight. And last night. And this morning. He was thinking of all the things she did and all the things she would do to drive him crazy. Thinking of the way she made him feel; like he was rushing headfirst into something dangerous, something deep and unfamiliar, and yet he felt safe. Like he was sure she’d catch him when he fell. And that would have scared him too, if he’d let himself analyze it. But he doesn’t. He’s too wrapped up in all things her.

The way she looks at him with those bright eyes and the way his stomach stirs in response. The way her hands were soft and warm, capable of delivering punishment and soothing the sting, of warming him up when she touches him or leaving him cold when she stops. The way her smile makes him feel like his heart stops and races at the same time. The way she moves, the way she talks, the way she sees him.

Sees him. He had never felt that before. He was looked at, of course, by so many. But no one had ever made him feel seen. It was that little piece of information that really warmed him up from the inside out. She saw him, somehow in some way she saw him and he couldn’t get enough of the feeling. He was letting himself be vulnerable with her in a way he had never done before and yet he didn’t feel fear. He just felt safe, warm and seen.

The party was at a random frat house, not far from Rafe’s own. She didn’t care to remember the name of the fraternity, all she needed to know was that it was the white house with gardenias in the front yard and that it was a mere 5 minute walk from Theta. A bit of information she carefully filed away inside her brain, just in case she needed it. And she really hoped she would.

She walked through the door, with Kat on her arm talking about whatever. She wasn’t really paying attention. Kat had raved about how excited she was that she had finally decided to put in interest into the party scene. She made the mistake of asking Kat if there was a party tonight and it seems she would never live it down. Kat had her suspicions on why her friend was suddenly so interested in going to a frat party after vehemently (and fruitlessly) protesting every single one they’ve been to in the past. She had her eye on someone. And Kat had a pretty good feeling about who it was, too.

As soon as they entered the house her eyes were searching the crowd. She tried to look cool and disinterested but Kat could tell she was looking for someone. When her eyes finally landed on him she felt a slight pang in her chest.

He was leaned up against a wall, beer in hand, and a pretty girl with her own wrapped around his bicep. He was playing with his cap as he leaned in, as if to hear her better. She was flirting, it was obvious and the thing that stung Y/N was that it looked like he was flirting right back.

She wasn’t sure why she felt it, jealousy - he wasn’t hers. They had had but a single night together and she knew for a fact he had plenty of one night stands on the regular. She was starting to feel angry and disappointed - not with him, but with herself. Why did she think they were any different? She looked sour and Kat noticed immediately.

“You okay?” Kat asked, worry in her brow. Her friend’s voice snapped Y/N right out of her head.

“Hm? Yeah. I’m fine.” She gave Kat a smile and pulled her towards the kitchen. “Let’s get some drinks, yeah?” She seemed fine, now. But Kat couldn’t shake the brief moment not 20 seconds ago when her friend looked hurt. She’d never seen her look like that before.

But as Y/N dragged her through the crowd, just as she had done many times before, same old calm and collected look on her face, Kat wondered if she’d imagined it all.

Y/N downed a shot of tequila, right as they came into the kitchen. Kat’s worry returned as fast as the liquor slid down her throat. Something was wrong. Y/N never drank like that. She was usually the DD, and even though Kat bugged her more times than she could count to let herself have some fun - she had always declined drinks. And now here she was downing a second shot in under two minutes and Kat was officially concerned.

“Whoa! Easy there cowgirl!” Kat said, taking the bottle of tequila and pushing it away from them. “What’s the rush?”

“You’re the one always telling me to let loose, right?” Y/N responded with a smile and a wink.

“Tonight I take your advice!” She exclaimed as she grabbed a cup of beer some frat bro just poured for her. “Cheers!” She clinked her plastic cup against his and grinned at her friend.

Kat couldn’t find the words to express how uneasy she was feeling. That look from before, the drinks and the attitude? Decidedly unlike the Y/N she knew. But what was she supposed to do? Stop her from having fun after being the one to advise her to do just that for so long? No, obviously she couldn’t do that. So she stayed close and she kept an eye on her friend as they danced together and Y/N kept drinking from her cup as if it was a normal occurence.

Meanwhile, Rafe was searching the crowds, waiting for her to show up. He had spent the evening anxiously anticipating the moment he saw her again. He couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen tonight. He had an idea of what he hoped would happen, but she always managed to turn his world around and he always felt like he was playing catch up. But man, it’s the greatest game he’s ever played.

He was starting to get nervous. What if she didn’t show up? It was possible she changed her mind; they had just seen each other that morning, maybe she thought they were moving too fast. Were they even moving? Now that he thinks about it he isn’t sure. He wanted to be moving. With her. Always with her. That seems to be his main perspective these days. He thinks about being with her, in any way she’d let him.

His eyes search through the throngs of people again and he finally sees her. His breath caught in his throat as he watched her dance. She was wearing a sparkly dress, showing off her curves, her hands in her hair and body moving to the music - invoking a thousand thoughts to burst inside his brain; but only one feeling - happy. She’d come. She was here. So close and yet way too far. He started making his way to her, earnest. There was a spark in his eye and a pep in his step as he neared her. The closer her got the harder it was to breathe. She was mesmerising. So beautiful. So her.

She turned, as if she could sense his presence and his heart skipped a beat when her eyes finally landed on him.

She was feeling tipsy and she was enjoying it. Enjoying dancing, losing herself in the music and just letting go for a bit. Getting out of her head for a bit.

She could feel eyes on her, and though she’d felt quite a few over the course of their time at the party, this time it was different. She knew it was him. It was as if her body was attuned to him even when her mind was trying desperately not to be.

When she turned and her eyes finally met his it was as if all the frustrations from earlier disappeared. She exhaled and she noticed him doing the same. As if they had been holding on to their breaths untill the moment they were together again and finally they could breathe.

A beat passed, with them staring at each other. Kat was watching the whole thing unfold and she couldn't quite believe her eyes. Y/N looked smitten. She never saw that look on her face before. Her eyes were big and there was a spark in them, when a moment ago there was none. And when she looked over at Rafe she saw the exact same look in his. She was speechless and frozen and trying to process everything that was happening. Then he moved and the daze broke, and as he got closer to Y/N, Kat averted her eyes; feeling like she was intruding on an intimate moment.

Rafe took the last couple of steps, closing the distance between them.

"Hi." He breathed out, a small smile on his face - like he couldn't help it. And he couldn't.

"Hey." Her voice was cold while her eyes had been warm. A frown etched into his brow at her tone. Was something wrong?

"How are you?" He was nervous now, she could tell.

"I'm good. And yourself?" She fired back, seemingly cool and unaffected when she was anything but. She didn't intend to come off bitchy but it seems the hurt from before wasn't gone after all.

"I'm good, yeah. Been waiting for you." He gave her an easy smile and she rolled her eyes at that.

"Okay. What's up?"

"Nothing." He knew it wasn't. He reached his hand to rest on her shoulder, his touch igniting a flame she had been trying to pretend wasn't there.

"What's wrong?" She sighed, feeling defeated. What was wrong? How could she explain it to him without sounding like a brat?

"Nothing." She repeated and his frown deepened.

"It's nothing. I'm fine." He knew she was lying now. He could see it in her eyes.

"Come on. You gotta tell me what I did wrong." Her eyes snapped up and met his, vulnerability and slight panic visible in them.

"It's not you-"

"If you say it's not you it's me I'm gonna lose it." He says in a semi joking way, not sure if he was trying to lift her spirits or his own.

The way her eyes bore into his, like she was reading all his thoughts, like she could see all the colors of his feelings - it made him feel naked. She sighed again, this time a determined look on her face. She's going to tell him, she decided.

"I saw you. Before. Flirting with that girl." His mouth opened as if to protest but she continued. "And I know that I have no right to feel what I do but I can't help it."

"What do you feel?" His voice was quiet, barely heard over the music.

"Hurt." She gave him a sad smile and he swore he could feel his heart break right then. He hurt her.

"And I know that we're not together and I have no right to be jealous or hurt or whatever. You can flirt with whomever you want that's your right. I just-" a warm hand placed on her cheek cuts off her rambling.

His eyes are searching hers now, desperately. As if he's trying to communicate something he can't say. The look is intense and it makes her stomach clench.

"I'm sorry."

"No-"

"No. I'm sorry." He was cupping her face in both hands now, leaned down, eye to eye. He needed her to hear him, to understand he's serious.

"I was flirting, you're right. I don't know why, I had no intention of pursuing anything I guess it just - I don't know... comes naturally? But that's not an excuse." He was shaking his head, his thumbs running over her cheeks, so tender.

"I was wrong. And you do have the right to feel what you feel. Because we might not be together but... we are something. Right?" He continued without giving her a chance to respond.

"And I only came here tonight to see you, you know? I don't care about anyone else. I don't want to be with anyone else. I just wanna be with you."

He was looking anywhere but at her eyes now, he had said more than he wanted to. But it was hard when she was looking at him and she was close and... he couldn't hold back. And now he was terrified he let too much slip and she'd want to cut and run.

Her hands wrapped around his now, pulling them off their place against her cheeks and entwining their fingers together. He risked a look in her eyes and the intensity there knocked his breath out of him. She placed his hands on her hips and wrapped hers around his neck to pull him closer. He melted into her right away. His body responding in a way that made her heart race. Like it was instinctual, folding himself into her arms, like it was where he felt safest.

She buried her fingers in his hair and pulled him down so they were nose to nose.

"Come here" she whispered as she leaned up and met his lips with her own.

It was as if everything and everyone else disappeared and it was only the two of them in the world. The kiss started off sweet but quickly turned heated and deseperate. She kissed him like she was trying to tell him she felt the same way, to convince him she understood and she wanted him too. And she was. And she did. By God she did.

She pulled away after a few minutes, realizing they were literally making out on the dance floor. The many bodies around them suddently making her feel claustophobic. She wanted out. Wanted to be away from everyone, alone with him. To feel him, to kiss him, to explore him further. She realized then that his words rang true in her mind because she didn't care about anyone else either. She just wanted to be with him.

He was looking at her with those damned bedroom eyes again and she wanted to curse. She needed to take him away. Now.

His chest was heaving and his heartbeat fast, every nerve in his body was on fire from her kiss. And he was desperate for more. For everything. For her.

"Let's get out of here, yeah?" She asked but was already entwining their fingers and pulling him away before he could even answer.

She saw Kat off to the side talking to some people she didn't know or care about. Kat's eyes instantly found her as if she was intensely aware of her whereabouts. Y/N knew she had definitely been watching them and probably had about a million questions but right now she couldn't bring herself to care.

"Hey!" She called out to Kat and her friend stepped away from the group she was talking to, approaching her.

"Hey! You good?" Kat asked eyeing Rafe while his eyes remained on Y/N - like she was the only person in the room, in the world.

"Yeah. Listen, we're gonna head. D'you wanna stay or do you want me to drive you now?" Kat knew Y/N was desperate to leave but still wanted to make sure she was alright, and she smiled at her friend.

"I'll stay a little longer. Don't worry, I'll get an uber. Go, have fun!" Kat winked and Y/N had to surpress and eyeroll at that.

"You sure you're okay-"

"Yes. I'm a big girl. I can get myself home, scout's honour." Kat gave her a mock salute while grinning and Y/N couldn't hold back her laugh.

"Alright, alright. But t-"

"Text you when I get home. I know the drill. Get your man out of here." This time Y/N couldn't stop the eyeroll but she had no way to disagree with her. With a hug, she bid Kat goodbye and pulled Rafe to the front door.

He was silent the whole time, just looking at her. Almost as if he was in a trance. Truthfully, he just couldn't believe she was giving him the time of day. Couldn't believe he got to be with her. In whichever way she wanted, he'd swear. Just being in her presence was enough to make him feel on top of the world. But her kissing him and holding his hand and taking him home? Too much for his brain to process. So he just let her lead and he followed. He was sure he'd follow her to the ends of the earth if she asked. He'd be crazy not to.

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The Night We Met (The Sounds of a Good Boy Blurb)

Their first meeting! I'm so excited/nervous to hear y'all's thoughts on this one! This is set a while before the first part so a very interesting dynamic between them and a long way to grow before we see them in TSOAGB.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

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The Night We Met

The party was in full swing. Bodies swaying on the dance floor, drinks and blunts being passed around, music deafening and the air thick with sweat and heat.

She had once again found herself at a frat party she had no interest in attending. It was getting old. Every party was exactly the same, with exactly the same kind of crowd, same forced conversations; ultimately ending with her driving her friends’ drunk asses home.

She loved her friends and that’s the only reason she agreed to spend her Saturday night here; drinking from the same cup of cheap beer she snatched when they first got here, her friends long gone with someone they were gonna hook up with, and she was outside breathing in the fresh air after the stuffiness of the inside.

A guy had come up to her while she was just trying to have a moment of peace and was now talking her ear off about something she didn’t care enough to pay attention to. She was getting annoyed and he was not taking a hint.

“Look, man. I’m not interested okay?” She blurted it out without thinking, but she wasn’t going to take it back, she meant it. She’s not going to hook up with this guy and she doesn’t want to spend any more of her already shitty night getting her energy sucked out of her by the most uninteresting person she’s ever met.

He looked surprised. Like he hadn’t even realized she was capable of speaking, seemed to love the sound of his own voice so much he couldn’t imagine anyone not being interested in what he had to say. She had to repress an eyeroll at his face and just moved away from him walking further out into the backyard.

She assumed she was alone but then she heard a chuckle coming from her left. It was too dark to make out exactly who it was, and frankly she didn’t care. She was looking up at the stars when she heard the footsteps approaching and she couldn’t stop the eye roll that followed. Was there no way for her to get a few moments to herself at this god damn party?

“That was kinda harsh.” The voice spoke, clearly talking to her. She didn’t respond, hoping he’ll just leave if she ignores him. No such luck.

“Poor guy seemed like he was pouring his heart out to you. I think you hurt his feelings.” The tone was more sarcastic than empathetic, and she sighed turning towards him.

Now that he was closer she could somewhat make out his features. He was tall, his hair was peaking out under a backwards cap, he was wearing exactly the same thing as every other frat douche at this party. How original.

His right had was clutching a cup, and a ring caught the moonlight as he brought it to his lips which were pulled into a smirk. She knew they would be, he sounded smug. She looked in his eyes with a blank stare, daring him to keep going, making it painfully obvious how much she didn’t care for his opinion.

“Do you like to hurt guys’ feelings?” He questioned, ignoring her stare, determined to get a response out of her.

She knew this. She should just walk away and not give him what he wants. So that’s exactly what she does. She turns away from him heading back inside with the full intention of finding her friends and getting the hell out of there. He doesn’t follow or make any more comments as she enters through the back door.

She knew it was going to end up a fruitless endevour. After about 20 minutes of searching through the sweaty bodies and the crowded rooms with no luck she made her way into the kitchen which seemed to hold a lot less people. Finding a clean cup and getting some water, she leaned against the counter pulling out her phone and texting her friends for the 3rd time. She didn’t expect an answer though. She decided she was done here and after she had her drink she was going home wheather those girls answered her or not.

As she was typing out the texts to let her friends know she was leaving, she could feel eyes on the back of her head. She glanced over her shoulder seeing the same guy from earlier perched on one of the barstools on the other side of the counter. She sighed. This fucking guy again. She wanted to turn back around and keep ignoring him but he pulled out that cocky smirk again and she got an intense urge to wipe it off his face.

She turned, her body fully facing him now. Leaning towards him on he counter, hands under her chin eyes taking him in. She shamelessly ran her eyes over his figure. Checking out his tanned biceps and veiny arms, the way his shirt clung to his chest. He’s clearly fit, not doubts about that. She took on his fingers, slim and long and that ring was golden and shiny under the kitchen light. Her eyes followed the veins in his neck, seeing his Adam's apple bob as he tried to subtly swallow under her gaze. Next came his chin, bit of stubble, mouth, pink and plump, shiny with remnants of whatever was in his cup, covering his upper lip a small moustache. She could see some freckles on his nose and cheeks, his cheekbones sharp. His hair was dirty blond as far as she could tell from what peaked out under his hat.

Lastly she met his eyes. They were blue with green swirling in them. And they were still looking at her. But he was no longer smirking, he looked serious, maybe even a little nervous. This pleased her greatly. Mission accomplished.

Seems he wasn’t expecting her to so blatanly check him out. He felt bare and vulnerable under her heavy gaze and it left him with a bitter taste in his mouth. He was desperate for her to pay attention to him earlier and now that she had it shook him.

He was holding her stare, unwilling to back down still. His ego wouldn’t let him.

She gave a non commital hum in response and smiled at him. It was a smile of a woman who had nothing to prove and every intention of fucking with his head. He thought he could play games with her and instead he was feeling like her prey. The smile on her face was beautiful, she was beautiful, but her eyes were fiery and they screamed danger.

Something deep within him stirred at the way she was looking at him. Like she could devour him without breaking a sweat and leave him behind without looking back. He recognized that look. It was the same way he had looked at girls countless times before. Like they were mere playthings, to have fun with and move on once he got bored. He didn’t like being looked at like that. He didn’t like her looking at him like that. But he couldn’t look away, it was like he was in a trance.

She could see the effect her gaze had on him. He was no longer a smug smirking asshole. He was still and rigid like it was taking everything in him not to break down. He was holding her stare but she could see the emotions swirling in his eyes. He seemed to be feeling a lot of them.

He was very pretty. She couldn’t deny it. He was attractive. He looked exactly like the kind of guy that was probably more than capable of satisfying a woman and he knew it. But her appetites were different and she wasn’t sure he could handle that. So she pushed away the urge to run her fingers over his pretty face and pushed back from the counter. Her phone buzzed in her hand, surprisingly her friend was calling.

“Hello?” She answered the call, struggling to make out the voice on the other side through the noise.

“I’m outside. Can you take me home please?”

She could sense there was something wrong with her friend so she moved into action.

“I’ll be right there.” She hung up, grabbed her cup of water in case the girl needed it, pocketed her phone and made to leave.

“Is your friend okay?” She heard him ask as she was half way to the door. It was the first time he spoke since their interaction outside. He sounded genuine, like he was concerned. That almost threw her but she had other things to deal with. So she simply said

“I don’t know.” And left him there without another look.

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It had been nearly a week since the party and he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Truth is, he had noticied her as soon as she walked through the door that night.

She was with her friends, two girls, she was smiling at them and she looked like she was having a good time. She was very pretty, he noticed that right away- but there was an energy about her that drew his eyes back to her throughout the night. He couldn’t look away for long, she was mesmerising.

He watched her dance with her friends, dodge guys and sip from the same damn cup for almost 2 hours. He felt like a a creep, but he couldn’t help it. Her clothes were tight in all the right places, curves taunting him. The way she swayed her hips and ran her fingers through her hair had him in a trance. He tried snapping out of it, he really did.

There was a girl talking to him, not the first one that night either. She was pretty and she was into him and she was paying him attention, but no matter how hard he tried to focus on the way her body was leaning into him or the way her hand was wrapped around his arm- his eyes couldn’t stop searching for her.

The girl noticed this, it was hard not to, and left. It was the third time that night his intentions of getting laid where hindered by her. Or more himself, really. He couldn’t blame her for something she had no control over, he wasn’t that delusional. He felt pathetic and his frustration started bubbling up. What was he doing? Staring at some girl across the room like a loser. It had become painfully clear that she was the one he wanted that night. So what was he doing? He was Rafe motherfucking Cameron. He didn’t stand on the sidelines hoping some chick would pay him attention. If he wanted something he went after it and he got it. And he wanted her.

So he decided to finally act on it. Just in time too, she seemed to be losing interest in the party. Her friends were gone now and she looked bored and over it. So he took his chance and made for her, but before he was even half way there he was pulled away by his friend for shots or something else he was not interested in and he wanted to punch something. Gimme a fucking break.

After forcing down a shot to appease his friends he excused himself and left, intending to finish what he started. But she was gone. He searched for her in the crowds of people and he couldn’t find her anywhere. He couldn’t believe after all the staring he’d been doing that he actually lost her. His feet were taking him out the back sliding doors before his mind could catch up. He supposed it was a good idea, to catch a breath and calm down. He was acting like an idiot over some girl he hadn’t even actually met.

As soon as he stepped outside he felt calm though. He didn’t know what it was, maybe the cool air filling his lungs or the noise of the party being dulled, but he felt like he was finally at peace. But then he heard a voice, some guy standing off the side talking to someone he couldn’t see. He couldn’t make out what he was saying but he wanted him to shut the fuck up. Whoever he was talking to seemed to agree, because their words cut his rambling.

“Look, man. I’m not interested, okay?” It was a girl, she sounded incredibly bored and her tone was cold. Ouch. That must have stung, he thought. He couldn’t help but think her voice sounded nice to his ears.

Then the girl moved and he saw her. His breath caught in his throat as he realised it was her. The same girl who had held his attention for hours, same girl he thought had left and he would never see again. Never get a chance again. But here she was. Now standing closer to him in an effort to escape that douchebag. He was in the dark so she hadn’t seen him. This was it. This was his chance.

He couldn’t help but look back at the guy she had just left, he looked flustered and embarrased as he abruptly turned and went back inside. He chuckled at that. What a pussy.

She had heard him now, she knew he was there. It meant he had to move, before she pegged him for a creep hiding in the dark like that. But all of a sudden he was nervous and all the usual smooth words escaped him. He was never nervous around girs, he had plenty of reasons not to be. He could get whoever he wanted. So he didn’t quite get why his brain wasn’t cooperating now.

He forced himself to say the first thing he could think off. Break the ice, start a conversation, then he’ll be fine. He’ll know what to do once the ball’s going.

“That was kinda harsh.” He wasn’t sure why that left his mouth. There was no turning back now though, he had to commit. Stupid.

“Poor guy seemed like he was pouring his heart out to you. I think you hurt his feelings.” He said as he stepped closer to her.

He wanted to wince. What the hell was he doing. He sounded like he was taunting her. It wasn’t what he was going for at all but now that it was out there he could only think of one way to turn it around. He was about to make a flirty joke but then she looked at him.

It was the first time that night she had looked at him and his heart was racing a mile a minute. She was even prettier up close. Moonlight reflecting her features in the dark. She gave him a quick once over, a bored look on her face. He didn’t like that at all. She held him in her clutches all night and she was going to look at him like he was nothing interesting at all? He felt angry and now he kind of wanted to taunt her, get a reaction that was someting other than this.

“Do you like to hurt guys’ feelings?” His words were aimed to cut, to provoke, to push her buttons. He needed her attention. He was desperate for it. Even if it meant getting her anger.

But it never came. She just turned around and left him standing there, without so much as a backwards glace. She had left him in the cold, and all of a sudden he no longer felt that calm from before. The air stung going down his lungs and the bitter taste of his own stupid words lingered on his tongue. What had he done?

After that abysmal encounter he decided to dull the ache with booze. He made himself at home in the small kitchen, not feeling up to socialising. Wanting to simply be left alone with his drink to lick his wounds.

He had no idea what the fuck happened out there. He got completey fucking blanked. She made him feel small and irrelevant and he felt pathetic at the thought. Who the fuck was she to make him feel like that? And more importantly why the fuck did he care?

Sure he usually got what he wanted, not experiencing rejection often but on the rare occasion it happened - after the initial sting, he didn’t dwell on it. He knew there were plenty of other girls who wanted him and he’d smoothly move on to the next one. But he couldn’t shake her off. His mood was sour and he was angry with her, but mostly with himself.

He decided he needs to snap out of his moping and bite the bullet, call the night a bust and get going. Usually he wasn’t one to give up on having a good time but he really didn’t feel like enduring any more of this party when his mood was ruined.

His thoughts kept flitting back to her though, frustrating him further. He was sure she had left now and he would probably never see her again. It was a pretty big campus, and if he hadn’t seen her before tonight there’s no reason to believe he would again. The thought was supposed to soothe him, he wouldn’t have to be reminded of the embarrassment he felt tonight if he ran into her again. But it ended up causing a sting in his chest, he wasn’t sure why. Why would he want to see her again? She’s a bitch. He decided.

And just as he was beginning to believe it the kitchen door opened and the woman of the hour made her way inside. She was standing right across the counter from him, back turned, looking at her phone. He couldn’t believe this. For fuck’s sake. But a small part of him, part he chose to ignore, was recognising that fluttery feeling in his stomach as butterflies.

He didn’t speak. He just stared at her. Both annoyed and nervous. There he was again, unable to take his eyes off the girl who doesn’t even notice he exists. His frustration was bubbling up. She’s so fucking annoying.

As if she could feel his stare on her she finally took a quick look over her shoulder and her eyes landed on him. He could see she was annoyed and her quiet sigh further confirmed it. He smirked. She wasn’t indifferent after all, she’s was just very good at pretending.

The realisation made that fluttery feeling in his gut get stronger. Maybe this wasn’t a total bust after all - angry sex is damn good. Maybe his night was finally looking up. He was about to open his mouth when she turned, facing him fully and his breath caught in his throat at the way she was looking at him.

He could feel her undressing him with her eyes, gaze painfully slowly running over every visible inch of his body. She looked cool and shameless and completely in control of the situation. The heat in her eyes made him feel vunerable and he could feel his skin flush in their path. She took her sweet time taking him in and it was making him feel all sorts of things. Flustered? Turned on? Annoyed? Naked.

All that and more. It was as if she could transform him into a puddle of anxious nerves and overwhelming arousal simply with her presence and that look in her eye.

A hum was all he got from her. And then she smiled. And by God those butterflies were having a field day.

He could see a danger behind that beautiful smile. The way she was looking at him was making him feel everything at once. He was turned on and scared and excited and it felt like he would burst from all the emotions running through him. His insticts were telling him to run away from her gaze, his ego telling him that he should be wanting to tame her instead of wanting to lay at her feet and see what she gives him for it. He had no clue where that thought came from. He was conflicted and he was sure it could be seen written all over his face. She unhinged him. This was uncharted territory. But something in him was screaming at him that he really should see where it goes.

But before he had the chance to make a real decision - to respond, do anything really - her phone was ringing and she was turning away from him, breaking the spell he was under and leaving him more confused than before. What even just happened?

He could hear her tone change from mildly irritated to worried, not sure how he managed to pick up on any of that given she never even spoke to him, but he did. He noticed the shift in her and his heart stopped for a moment. Something was wrong.

She was on the move then, grabing her stuff and heading out of the kitchen without looking back at him. And even though that should have angered him, her leaving him in the dust again, it didn't. All he wanted to do was follow. Help. Something. Anything.

"Is your friend okay?" His words surprised both of them.

She looked at him then, a look he hadn't seen on her before. There was something new there. Something slightly vulnerable perhaps. His breath caugh in his throat at the sight. It didn't last long however, barely a moment before she trained her expression back to a scowl. It was brief but he memorized it, wondering why it was she was so determined to keep herself so closed off all the time. She had been doing it all night, he could tell it was a well practiced act. He wondered if he would ever get to see beneath it. He wanted to. Badly.

And then she spoke.

"I don't know."

He was stuck there, long after her abrupt departure, shellshocked. Her voice made shivers run down his spine, in a thrilling and unfamiliar way.

It was such a brief interaction. Three words that had nothing at all to do with him, that were nothing special. But he didn't care. All he could focus on was how they made him feel. And how badly he wanted to see her and hear her again. It was as if he could feel himself develop and addiction from one fleeting shared moment. It was insane. And yet he couldn't deny it. There was something about her that made him want to get lost in the hopes that she might find him.

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I think its time to edit the sub!Rafe masterlist to make it more coherent and less confusing - gonna put it all in chronological order it makes more sense like that I think!

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Do I post new sub!Rafe tonight or tomorrow?

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Y'all I just wrote new sub!rafe content who am I (needs heavy editing tho)

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Thinking of posting a short sub!rafe blurb I've had in my notes. Not sure how good it is, it's kinda fun/angsty. Do we want it or nah?

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oooo that ask about the positive affirmations gave me an idea, reader makes rafe sit in front of a mirror and watch himself while everything happens because in her words “i want you to see what i see when i look at you” and he’s all teary and bashful and it’s just overall such a pure moment for them

Omg 😭😳👀💖 ok but fuck yes!

He's all flushed and leaky and hard and she teases him and makes him watch himself cum all over himself while she whisper sweet things in his ear 🙈😅😳😈 And then she gives him a bath to clean him up and holds him and he cry a lil bit (I think I might be deranged but also.... it kinda hot right? Right??)

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whenever you write sub rafe saying red it’s going to rip my heart into a million pieces but i just know dom reader would be so so gentle with him after😭 like he’d keep saying sorry cause he feels bad but she would just be so gentle and kind with him😭

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Hard same😭🥺💞

She will immediately be ready to comfort him and make him feel safe and protected and shower him with gentle affection💖.. But on the inside she would be so sad and mad at herself like "how could I let this happen...😭" and then Rafe would notice and be like it's not your fault🥺 pls forgive yourself I'm okay🥺😭 Anyway let me go cry about it lmaoooooo

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💖i think sub rafe might like to be slightly degraded/humiliated(nothing too extreme). followed by lots of praise, i think it just gives him a thrill.

💖 i think he also likes to be gagged (with soft cloth objects so he can still slightly speak if he needs to per request of dom reader, she’s always so worried about him since he’s so new to subbing and she would never want him to say red, she’s too protective of him for that l🥹)

💖i also think he just surprises her a lot with stuff that he figures out he likes, she’ll be so sure he won’t like something but he ends up loving it and he gets so enthusiastic about discovering something he likes and it’s so adorable to her, she’d be so proud of her little angel baby🥰

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I think there's always a liiiiittle bit of degradation in sub/dom relations but yes he has a praise kink for sure and loves being her good boy🥰💞

Think he def enjoys being gagged w her panties *cough*🤭👀😁 Yeah he likes to be at her mercy, we've already seen him being excited to be tied up so being gagged is def on that list! Also yes she is def protective af and never wants to make him uncomfy or hurt him😫 Having said that he might say red at some point because that's kind of normal when you're pushing boundaries and she's gonna feel so bad about it😭💖

Absolutely! He is surprisingly very enthusiastic about trying new things after he gets used to their dynamic, he is scared but excited and he trusts her completely knowing she wouldn't push him to do something he doesn't want. 🥰 In fact, he kind of even jumps ahead in what he thinks he wants to try but she's like no baby you not ready for that yet😝🤭💖 But yes she's so proud of him and happy that he trusts her so much! And she is excited to explore their relationship as well because she has never had sex with someone she had feelings for before and it makes the whole experience far more intense and special to her🥰💖💖💖

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me!🥰💖💖💖💖

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does sub rafe have a pain kink? i feel like he would but ever so slightly like he’s okay with being slapped around a little and hair pulling but he’ll draw the line at the more intense stuff. but because he’s so eager to please and loves to be praised he’ll try everything once

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Agreed! A slight pain kink for him for sure! Also our girl is a soft domme, she isn't really sadistic and doesn't get off on inflicting pain on her boy... just a little roughness like you said👀 She loves to torture him in other ways to make him a whiny mess😈💞

Thank you for sharing your thoughts💖

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i feel like sub rafe would get insecure sometimes because dom reader spent so long not giving him a second glance so he would always be afraid to go back to that and one day he tells her that, maybe after her domming him particularly hard (because he’s so new to everything sub related) and she shuts that shit right down and maybe that’s what leads to the positive affirmations thing??? like she couldn’t stop thinking about how sad he sounded which tears her heart to shreds so she sets up a whole night dedicated to making him feel like the only person she has eyes for and it’s super fluffy and tender and affectionate🥹

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My gosh yes!! Okay yes! I can see this for sure!😫🥰💞 me taking notes for when I write this🖊😊

He def gets insecure and she is always there to be like "absolutely not bro😡" and makes it her mission to get him to see how much she likes him and how amazing she thinks he is!

Also truth be told it really isn't him that should be insecure given the fact that he the one who flirted w someone else right in front of her (hence The Punishment of a Bad Boy) 🥺😫 There gonna be some lingering doubts about what he really wants from her...😳👀😅 (not me spoiling again oops🤭🤣)

They are babies and they both gotta work on showing each other how much they care, because neither of them is perfect but they determined to make the other see how special they are🥰💖💖💖