โ๐ฃ๐ค ๐ค๐ฃ๐โ๐จ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐, ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ชโฆโ ๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ~ โ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก, ๐๐๐ซ๐, ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐ฌโฆโ
๐๐๐๐ง๐๐ฃ๐: frat!Rafe Cameron x innocent Pogue!reader
๐๐๐ง๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐๐จ: dark, dubcon, coercion, unhinged inner monologue from rafe continues, misogynistic rhetoric, classist rhetoric (in the context of kooks, pogues etc), daddy kink, innocence kink, mentions of smut, MAJORR size kink, daddy issues, condescension, babying, dirty talk, swearing, very unbalanced power dynamic, which rafe gets off on, slut-shaming, derogatory name calling, manipulation, college au, forced kissing, reader is a freshman and rafe is a senior, 18+ only, mdni
๐๐ช๐ข๐ข๐๐ง๐ฎ: Rafe tries to win you back, no matter at what cost.
๐ผ/๐: It's finally here! Final word count: 19.5k. READ CHAPTER ONE HERE. Enjoy :)
โYou have any more, Rafe?โ
She sounds so whiny. They all sound so fucking whiney to him. He wishes theyโd just shut up. Let him use them and then leave. Heโs got two of them in his bed now, and for a while heโd watched listlessly as theyโd kissed, played around, snorted coke off each otherโs naked bodies like the desperate whores they were. Heโd called them as a distraction, but now he didnโt even have the heart. Fucking pathetic.
โBottom drawer.โ He mutters, picking up his phone for the tenth time. One of the girls crawls over him, rummaging around in his drawers and brushing her naked body enticingly against him. He couldnโt give less of a shit though. His thumb hovers over your name saved on his phone, and for the hundredth time since the whole fiasco last week, he considers calling or texting you.
Rafe hadnโt run after you that day, when youโd overheard him talking all types of shit about you to his dumb fucking friends. When heโd lied about fucking you, when heโd proclaimed you were no different from any other Pogue slut whoโd spread her legs for him. All with a straight face like some type of robot, and youโd cried and run, leaving your books on the ground behind you.
And heโd wanted to run after you. He hates to admit it, but there was a part of him that wanted to chase after you, gather you in his arms and wipe your tears and tell you youโd heard wrong, that he didnโt mean any of it. That heโd just acted up in front of his friends for some stupid reason or the other. That he was sorry.
But he hadnโt. Because he was Rafe fucking Cameron and he never ran after anyone. Especially not a Pogue.