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You intrigue him. You intrigue him to the point of driving Rafe to insanity. He has had his eyes on you for some time, and you are, absolutely, everything he has ever wanted to have.
You are gentle, nice, sincere, and even a little shy. You are a good student, a good friend, and a good person overall. Rafe is nothing of what he just described. He is not nice to people, probably even to his own friends. He doesn’t see any pleasure in helping other people and he doesn’t see the deal with studying. He has never worked hard for almost anything in his life, because he always had a way to get to where he wanted to be, no matter what. And that is why you are always in his mind.
You started tutoring his youngest sister almost a year and a half ago. His dad, his sister, and his step-mom absolutely love you. Wheezie’s grades have never been so high, and, even, Wheezie herself has never been so excited about school. You are, many times, invited to stay over for dinner - to which you always do that adorable expression before saying something along the lines of “you are too kind”.
Rafe has forced himself to control his staring and his somewhat obsession over you. Over dinner, he only looks at you sometimes. He doesn’t come into Wheezie’s room when you’re there, even if he needs something from his sister. And he has never, ever, spoken a word to you.
The only reason why he has never said anything is that he has never really had many chances. Someone is always near you. In his house, there’s always one of his family members. And outside of the house, you always have a friend nearby. Rafe doesn’t have a good reputation. Your friends would come running to your rescue if they ever saw you talking to him.
He’s not good news, and never will be.
And even when the reality is told this way, you also can’t help but feel something towards Rafe too. Everyone knows he’s bad news. Before even taking the job as a tutor, all of your friends told you to refuse to work under the same roof Rafe Cameron lives. Same thing with your parents.
You have heard all of the rumors around the island about Rafe’s activities. He fights a lot, sometimes with random people for no reason. Most of those fights are provoked by him too. He does drugs, specifically cocaine, and occasionally smokes weed. Both of which he has never bothered to hide from the public, as he supposedly does them at parties. He drinks too much at those same parties. You have heard some of his arguments with his father, on accident, and some of his with Sarah.
He is not a good person, and he has never said anything close to a word to you. You’ve never even heard him talk about you to someone else, either in a good or bad light. Not like how you’ve heard him speak of other people. Yet, still, something makes your heart speed up, and your insides awaken with some sort of flame every time you see him.
The closest thing you two have to an actual interaction is what happens almost every single day that you tutor. It doesn’t have any words, or anything close to that.
The door to Wheezie’s room is always left slightly open when you two are studying. It’s very rare for you to close it. Unless Sarah has her friends over, and you prefer Wheezie to have some silence when she’s preparing for an important test. Rafe’s room is just down the wall. This means that he has to cross the hallway to get to his room, therefore, walking right past the door.
Every time he walks in front of it, you look up and your eyes meet right away. The first time it happened, it was extremely scary for you. You had never met Rafe, it was just your 3rd time tutoring Wheezie, and all you knew about her brother is the stories everyone tells. When he looked at you through that space between the doorway and door, you felt your heart fall to your feet. You were terrified.
And then, it happened again, and again. As mentioned before, it almost happens every day that you tutor. And, slowly, with every time you locked eyes with him, your fear evaporated and some sort of attraction grew inside you.
The feelings you have for him have always been indescribable. You don’t know how they started and why they did, but they’ve gotten worse with every day that passes. You’ve even resorted to searching it on Google, at one point, and all that came up are the cliché answers of “opposites attract” and about how common it is for people to be attracted to scary/dangerous individuals. You didn’t dive too much into that research. Not only because the results were getting weird, but because that only resulted in the confirmation that you are wholeheartedly attracted to Rafe Cameron.
Yesterday, you walked over to the Cameron’s household and tutored Wheezie like any other day. And it happened again. You had lifted your gaze when you heard the footsteps over the stairs and then saw Rafe lifting his eyes from his phone to look at you. The looks never last more than 1 to 2 seconds, but, every time you do it, it’s like the time slows down and everything is silenced. You almost feel dazed when it’s over.
You’ve always thought this attraction was ridiculous. As if Rafe Cameron would ever look at someone like you in that way. If anything, you are a little ashamed of your feelings. You haven’t even come close to telling your friends. All you’ve done is sometimes stare at him in public and, consequently, get told off by your friends, every single time.
“Call me whenever you’re done.” Your best friend tells you, right as you jump out of her car.
“I will.” You tell her with a smile, “Thank you for the ride.”
She smiles back at you as an answer and, before you could close the door, she speaks.
“Remember!” You open the door completely, “Don’t spend any more time in this crazy house than you need to, got it?”
“Yes, ma’am!” You say playfully at her.
She rolls her eyes at your lack of judgment towards the Cameron’s, and you finally close the car’s door. You turn around and begin to make your way towards the front door. As your friend’s car drives off, you automatically look over to the side to see Rafe’s bike missing.
Your chest squeezes at the lack of his presence, and you push the front door open. Rose, who was just crossing the hallway, looks up at you as you come in and a smile grows on her face.
“Hi!” She says happily before walking toward you and giving you a quick hug, “Wheezie is already upstairs.”
“Thank you.” You tell her with a smile before beginning to make your way towards the stairs.
“I love the dress.” You hear Rose say from behind you, and you look over your shoulder.
Your smile grows at the compliment, and you look down at the flowery summer dress. You thank her once more, and she smiles back at you. You make your way up the stairs, backpack over one of your shoulders, and walk to Wheezie’s room.
The door is closed, and your eyes lift over to the closed door at the end of the hallway. He’s not home yet, but disappointment returns to your mind as you don’t get to see him walk out of the room.
You shake your head, trying to get the scenarios out of your mind, and you finally bring yourself to knock on Wheezie’s bedroom door.
“Come in!” She says.
You open the door softly and push it open. Wheezie is sitting on her bed, phone in hand, while Sarah is laying across the bed, staring at the ceiling. The two sisters look over and smiles grow on their faces as soon as they see that it’s you.
The three of you share your greetings as you put down your backpack on the ground, and you walk over to take a seat by Sarah. The conversation is light and more than comfortable. Sarah also compliments your dress and even asks you where you bought it. You all spent at least 20 minutes talking to each other until Sarah decided to leave you guys to work.
“See you in 2 hours!” Wheezie tells her sister as Sarah walks over to the door.
“If you survive…” She says suspensefully, and you smile at her.
Sarah grabs onto the doorknob as she walks, and you stare at her with absolute devastation in your heart as she closes the door fully. You, realistically, have no reason to go over there and reopen it. And this only means one thing: you will not be seeing Rafe today.
You get up from the bed slowly and walk over to the ground, where you usually study with Wheezie. It’s a rather weird thing the two of you have been doing. It’s due to Wheezie feeling too comfortable everywhere else, which leads to her getting sleepy and wanting to stop working for the day. The floor became your best friend in your almost 2 years of being her tutor.
You begin to take out everything that you need from your backpack, and Wheezie does the same thing, as you two sit side by side. You pull out your laptop as well - to see if you can find any other practice tests for her as soon as you have her entertained with something else.
Wheezie hands you her corrected homework, as she always does, and you carefully read what the teacher wrote in the notes. Wheezie sits in silence while you read and whenever you’re done, you hand it back to her.
“What do you have to do for tomorrow?” You ask her.
“Nothing.” She tells you, “Only day without homework.”
You don’t hesitate in believing her and quickly fetch a practice test from your bag. She gives you a glare as you hand it to her, and her expression quickly cracks into a smile when you mimic her.
You stay silent as she does the test, and you look through your computer. You begin to try, without looking, to get your pen from your bag, but you don’t seem to find it. You look away from your screen to look for your pen, and you empty your whole bag to not find it.
“What is it?” Wheezie whispers softly.
“I can’t find my pen, for some reason.” You tell her, “I swear that I used it yesterday when I was here, but I don’t think I put it in my bag.”
Wheezie thinks for a bit, and then the realization hits her.
“You forgot it, yesterday.” Her eyes move over to her desk, “I think I put it up there but… Rafe was in here last night and needed to sign something down for Dad, so he used it.”
“He has it?” You conclude for her.
“I think so?” She says, unsure, “I don’t think he gave it back to me.”
You nod and open your mouth to say something, but she beats you to it.
“Never thought my brother would keep a bright pink pen, but…” She says, and you laugh with her. “If you want me to go grab it, it might be in his room.”
“No, it’s okay!” You tell her, “Keep working, I can go grab it.”
“Are you sure?” She asks.
“Of course.”
You stand up from the ground and, with slow steps, you open the door of Wheezie’s bedroom. You walk out, closing the door after you, and look over to the infamous one at the end of the hallway. Rafe isn’t home yet. At least you didn’t hear his bike outside. So, it will be fine. You won’t be caught. It will be quick. Just an in-and-out situation!
Step after step, you feel your heart begin to beat quicker than before. Your steps are slow and almost inaudible. When you get there, your hand lays over the cold door knob. You hesitate as the consequences of your actions run through your mind. You don’t want to anger someone who is already naturally angry. And movies always make it seem like boys hate when you go over into their rooms… Maybe you shouldn’t be doing this. Why did you not let Wheezie do it?
You turn the knob and push the door open slowly. A fresh breeze from an open window hits you as you walk in, and you take a look around.
The room is clean, the bed is made, and everything seems overall neat. There isn’t much of a personality to the room, but you’re also not quite sure what else you were expecting.
You notice, now, that you stand just by his bed, right in the middle of the room. Therefore, not, in any way, looking for your pen. Your heart is still going at frantic beats, but you’re not really caring about it.
You left the bedroom door just slightly open when you came in, so, no one really will see you from across the hall. You turn around, looking now at the door that you can only assume leads to his bathroom. You take a few more steps, staring at some books that he has, and even some clothes that he has on top of his wardrobe.
A gray jacket is folded and laid over the wardrobe. You walk to it and can’t help but lift your hand to touch it. It seems soft, and you remember that Rafe wore it last week. He had come home late that day, and you had just finished dinner with his family. You remember that you also thought it looked soft on him.
Your fingertips touch it and you feel the smooth material. A strange excitement courses through you as you do this. It’s something that you shouldn’t do, in a place where you probably shouldn’t be. It’s weird, but indeed exciting.
A little smile grows on your face, but something breaks the silence.
“What are you doing?” A voice asks.
You pull your hand away quickly and look over at the door. Your eyes widen and your heart almost feels like it’s going to explode, pounding in your chest. Rafe looks back at you with a serious expression while he stands by the door. The one he pushed open, and you didn’t even hear.
“I- Uhm…” You try to speak but it feels harder than you expected, “I- I was just looking for my pen.”
“What pen?” He asks, still with a straight face.
“A pink pen.” You tell him quickly, scared that you’ll anger him if you take too long, “Wheezie told me that it could be here.”
Rafe stares at you for a few extra seconds and his expression is completely unreadable. You can’t tell if he’s mad or not. He just stares and does nothing else. You do a step to the side to distance yourself from the wardrobe but are too scared to look away from him.
Rafe finally looks away from you and looks around his room quickly. For a bit, you almost think that he’s trying to see if you broke or stole anything. But, his eyes then stop right where his desk is. In two steps, Rafe slightly closes the door back up and is standing near the desk, eyeing something. He grabs whatever it is and turns back to you. Your pink pen.
“This one?” He asks in a rhetorical tone since he has just found the pen in the most obvious spot.
“Yes.” You say quickly, walking over to him, “I didn’t see it there for some reason.” You lie.
Rafe lets you take the pen from his hand and he looks down at you as you do it. You look at him hesitatingly, and your eyes meet. You’ve never stood this close to him. A mere foot away from each other, and it all feels… weird. Something you shouldn’t be doing.
“Thank you.” You tell him.
Your voice broke into a whisper right as you began to speak. Since the distance between the two of you is so short, it was easy for Rafe to hear every syllable. He looks down at you and admires your face for quite a bit.
Innocently, you wait for any sort of response from Rafe, but he never really does anything. You force yourself to look away from him as you continuously find yourself feeling intimidated, and Rafe continues to stare at you, awaiting your next move.
“I should probably get back to your sister.” You break the silence but don’t reconnect your eyes just yet.
As you take a step towards your exit, Rafe blocks the door with one step to the side. You look up at him to find some sort of short smirk on his face as he looks down at you. You’re not sure what he’s finding so entertaining all of a sudden, but as soon as you try to walk around him again, he blocks your way once more.
Before you can try it, Rafe takes a step forward, leaving you two to be extremely close to one another. You are about to take a step back, but Rafe opens his mouth to speak before you’re able to. He leans down slightly, making your faces stay close, and you stare back at him in a slight panic.
Your heart is beating quickly, his presence is making your skin heat up and your insides turn in familiar ways. You stare into his eyes in a way you’ve never done it before and hate how you find yourself admiring their color.
“What were you doing with my jacket?” He asks you, rudely snapping you awake.
Randomly, you look over your shoulder to the jacket behind you, forcing yourself to think of something that doesn’t sound as creepy as the real reason. You turn your head back to the front to find Rafe even closer to your face, now. Your heart pounds, and your mouth becomes dry.
“I- I…” You pause to compose yourself, “I was just straightening it.”
An actual smile appears on his face, and you force yourself to pay attention to what his next words will be. Instead of his stupid perfect smile - the one you’ve never seen before this day.
“Straightening it?” He repeats it as a question.
You nod quickly.
“Why?” He asks you, sounding genuinely confused, but his smile never breaks.
“I, uhm…” You scan through your thoughts for a stupid reason, “I like to organize stuff?”
You really tried to sound sincere with what you said but all it did was make it come out as a question. It actually sounds as if you are questioning yourself. Rafe stares at you as you break under his stare, all because of your own disappointment in your worst lie yet.
He stops smiling but still has a bit of a small grin. You can see it only because of how close you stand near him.
“Organizing stuff or just my stuff?” He asks you, and you stare at him in slight surprise.
You are awful at hiding your emotions.
You decide to not answer his questions, knowing that you will incriminate yourself further if you keep going, and decide to also look away from him. You stare at the fabric of his polo shirt and try to ignore the faint scent of his cologne. Your insides squeeze themselves, and you ignore how your mind is severely thinking of non-appropriate ways of ending this conversation. Your friends would be disgusted if they even knew a fraction of it.
You stay quiet, and he hums in question to re-grab your attention. You look up at his eyes again, and you two stare at one another in silence. You can tell he’s looking at every bit of your face, but, most of the time, his eyes glance over your lips.
“I just felt like touching it.” You whisper extremely soft, admitting, yet not confident in your own words, “So, I touched it.”
He nods with a little bit of amusement growing on his face, and you suddenly feel embarrassment run its way through your body. You look away from him completely and over at the door, ready to leave the room.
“I should really g-” You begin to say, but Rafe stops you.
“No, no.” He frowns slightly, “No need to leave. We can talk for a little longer. I’m sure Wheezie is entertained.”
He’s strangely right. You gave her a quite big practice test, she might take a bit more time to be done with it than usual. But, at the same time, you don’t want to stay here for much longer.
Your brain has been telling you to run ever since he blocked the door. All while the whole rest of your body is screaming at the mere fact that Rafe Cameron is staring at you.
Rafe notices how you give him a somewhat confused look. His eyes move away from any other part of your face to look at your body quickly. He has seen you in dresses before, but he has never seen you in this dress.
Your nervous self, noticing his eyes over your body, does probably the most embarrassing thing you could think of and decides to open your mouth. You don’t want the conversation to die out awkwardly, but, sometimes, you really shouldn’t say the first thing that comes to mind.
“It’s a new dress.” You let him know.
“I know.” Rafe tells you quickly, bringing his eyes back to yours, “Never saw you in this one before.”
If your heart could be beating any faster or harder, it would’ve killed you by now. You swallow your emotions, keeping yourself calm, and try not to overthink anything he just said. It’s not every day that your crush (the one no one should ever have, for their own safety) admits that he actually looks at you.
Your eyes light up in the most ridiculous way possible, and Rafe notices it. You open your mouth to ask him if he’s serious because it all seems like something out of your dreams but decide against it. Rafe doesn’t notice that, but he does stare at your mouth once more. He moves his head a little. He gets closer to you, and you, without even thinking, do the first thing that comes to your head.
Your lips touch Rafe’s in a matter of a second and you are able to catch Rafe by surprise. It takes him just short seconds to react, and even when those seconds were the slowest ones you’ve ever experienced, what came next, sure made up for it.
His hands are quick and they grab onto your waist, pulling you against him. The soft fabric of your dress is tight to your torso, and he can feel the warmth of your skin from underneath.
The room is silent but all you can hear is the sounds of the kissing. The kiss was so innocent, at first. Lips to lips, which obviously became a makeout session that is progressively getting more and more heated. Rafe’s intentions before this weren’t to kiss you, but simply to tease you. This result wasn’t what he expected, yet he’s not backing out now.
One of your hands stays over Rafe’s shoulder, while the other one is on the back of his head. You can feel his shorter hair underneath your hand. The same hair you’ve seen from afar for so long and always wanted to touch.
Rafe’s hands are rough as they hold onto you, but you don’t mind it one bit. It’s different from what you’ve ever experienced before with other guys, but you like it.
Rafe makes the two of you move without disconnecting your lips, and, with a few slow steps, you feel the desk hit the back of your legs.
Rafe pulls away from the kiss and begins to kiss down your jaw and neck. Your insides are burning with everything that is going on and that seems to make every touch feel better than it naturally would. The flame is overall pleasure. The same one that seems to appear whenever you have to correct yourself for being attracted to the man kissing you because… he is not a good man.
You gasp at the sensation of Rafe’s lips over a sensitive spot on your neck and he hears it, reacting by giving the same spot a bite before moving back to your lips.
You comfortably lean back on the desk while your lips and tongues touch again and you feel Rafe’s hands pull on the fabric of your dress. You pull away from the kiss, slightly startled, and Rafe looks down at you.
“We can’t.” You whisper at him.
“No one will know.”
His breath hits your lips and you look over at the door, the same one that isn’t completely closed and has a little bit of a crack facing the other side of the room. You bring your eyes back to Rafe and he hasn’t moved. You give him a short nod and you notice an emotion wash over his face before he speaks.
“Just try and be quiet.”
He brings you back to the kiss after those words and it’s sad to say that you really didn’t need any more convincing after that. He kisses you for a few more seconds before doing what he was doing before.
Rafe pulls on the dress’s skirt, pulling it up over your hips, and you can hear your own heart in your ears, pounding over whatever situation you’re finding yourself in. The fabric comes up completely over your hips and stays by your waist. You almost jump at the feeling of Rafe’s hands over your naked skin, but that only made you pull him closer by his head to deepen the kiss.
His hands squeeze at the flesh on your hips and, when he lets go, one of his hands moves over to push your underwear down. The breeze coming from the open window hits your warm skin and you feel the burning of your insides worsen by the second.
Your underwear falls to the ground after Rafe pulls away from the kiss to do that, and you gasp against his mouth as soon as his hand lays over your inner thigh. He smiles against your lips and, with one finger through your slit, he feels how wet you are.
Rafe looks down at you as his finger moves and his smile worsens when he sees how your expression changes when he finds your clit. His finger begins to circle it slowly, making a good amount of pressure, just to see the reaction that you give him, and when your mouth opens, Rafe fastens it. You breathe heavily at the sensation and cling onto his shirt while you lean back on the desk.
“Feels good?” He asks in a whisper and you nod, right away.
Rafe smiles and slides his finger away. Your expression changes into quick disappointment, but Rafe moves down over to your soaked entrance, letting his finger slide with extreme ease inside you. His fingers are bigger than yours, and you sense the difference right away.
You let out a breathy moan, and Rafe muffles it with his kiss. He moves his finger back and forth slowly and then easily slides in his ring finger as well. The end of his palm moves over your clit as his movements remain slow and he continues with his mouth near yours, muffling whatever loud sound you let out.
He looks down at your face, already frowned with pleasure, and you look back at him. It’s a sight he swore he would never see but in his dreams. He was wrong. So very wrong.
Rafe quickens his fingers, finally, and now the silence of the room is broken with the sounds of your wetness whenever he moves. The squelching worsens as he curves them. His fingers move quickly, going back and forth, and your moans get breathier and, slowly, turn into whimpers of pleasure.
The sounds themselves almost make Rafe feel lightheaded, like some sort of drug he is just first experiencing and he loves every second of it. Your hold on his shoulder moves over to his hair, and he notices that even though you pull at it, you’re gentle, much gentler than him.
The bubble of pleasure begins to grow on your lower stomach and Rafe lifts his other hand from your hip to play with your clit. With his two fingers ramming into your wet cunt, his movements get quicker and much, much rougher. His circling of your clit is fast, enough for you to almost let out a loud moan, but you beat yourself to it by closing your mouth tightly. Your breathing is heavy and uncontrollable and your orgasm is already so near.
“Rafe.” You let out a broken whisper while looking up at him.
He only moves his hands quicker this time and he looks at you in absolute bliss when you hold yourself from moaning all over again. The squelching noises are just enough to drive him to final insanity. His fingers are soaked to his knuckles and he swears that he doesn’t ever want to stop moving his fingers inside of you.
He curves them and scissors a few times and, finally, finds and touches a specific spot inside of you. He has his lips on yours, muffling your obvious moans, this time, and you cry out into his mouth.
“Wanna cum?” He asks against your lips in a low tone.
You nod at him quickly, giving him a look that almost drives the man feral. He kisses you again, making you just moan at the mere feeling of his lips and tongue against yours, and he decides to let you have it.
“Then do it, princess.” He whispers against your swollen lips before doing some last absurdly quick thrusts with his hand and driving you over the edge. “Come all over my fingers.”
Your whole body explodes with pleasure, and Rafe muffles your moans with the best of his ability, yet never stops his hands. The flame you have felt burning deep in your body finally ascends enough throughout your limbs and fingertips, and you close your eyes, letting yourself be taken over by it.
You slowly come back, and Rafe slows down to a stop. You open your eyes slowly and feel the warmth of your body descend. You feel like you’re shaking all over. Rafe looks down at you as you slowly come back from the intense orgasm, and you look back at him. Your eyes have this type of dazed look over them. Your chest moves up and down slower than before.
He pulls his fingers out of you slowly and you bite your lips to keep quiet, feeling sensitive to his touch. You look down at his wet fingers, and Rafe’s mind sparks with an idea. He brings his fingers to your mouth, and you open it almost right away. His fingers are taken by the warmth of your mouth and you suck them clean.
Rafe pulls his hand away and quickly kisses you, tasting you in your own mouth. He groans against your lips and your other hand comes to cling onto his polo on his chest.
A door at the end of the hallway opens and you two separate from the kiss right away. Rafe pulls down the skirt of your dress and helps you lean away from the desk.
The footsteps are heard over the hardwood flooring but they soon disappear when they’re near the stairs. You look back at Rafe when the sound disappears and you watch him as he adjusts your dress ever so slightly before looking back up at your face.
“I still need my underwear.” You whisper at him.
“No, you don’t.” He tells you.
You look at him with widened eyes, and he smiles down at you. He moves away to grab something from the ground and you look down to see that it’s your pink pen. You grab it, and he looks down at you.
“I should go.”
He doesn’t say anything but looks down at you, and, this time, you don’t find yourself intimidated from being under his stare, even when a smirk begins to grow on his face. A sudden urge fills in your chest as you’re about to walk away and a question repeats in your mind. What if this was just a one-time thing? Is it over now?
You stop yourself from moving, reach him, and kiss Rafe one last time, following your urge. He kisses back, and you notice how you pull yourself closer to him, having your body glued to his. His hands come back to you and they squeeze roughly onto your body. It’s strange to like touch as rough as his, but you’re beginning to need it whenever you’re near him.
You pull away from the kiss with a little proud smile. Rafe is only able to get a glimpse of it before you turn around and leave the room. You walk down the hallway and disappear into his sister’s bedroom.
Rafe walks and closes his door, bringing his hands to his face. It has been so long since he first wanted this, and, now, he finally had it. He can still feel your soft lips against his, your fingers on his hair, your moans repeating in his ears, and your warm skin under his palms.
He groans to himself at the mere thought of some things that seem to be engraved in his mind and uncovers his face. He stares at the floor for a few seconds in absolute silence, still thinking, and something catches his eye.
He closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath and reopens them to look at the open window. The breeze touches his face and his mind runs loose, worse than ever before. He’s not done with you.