Noticeable Part 2
I got a request for a part 2 of a drabble I created prior, so here you go. I've also decided to name the drabble Noticeable.
Part 1
Warning: Dubious Consent MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI
Summary: Rafe knows who you are, and now he gets what he wants
"What?" you asked
Did you hear him wrong?
"Isn't that what you said over the phone?" he asks, brows coming together in mock confusion. "Anytime, anywhere?"
"What are you talking about?" you ask, backing your body against the door with a finger on the handle.
He couldn't have possibly known you were the one that called.
"Really?" he tilts his head, disbelief adorning his face.
He pulls out his phone and shows you his call history.
"Is this your number?" he asks.
There it was, your name, clear as day, in Rafe's phone history list.
"No," you said, "Now if you don't mind-"
He sucks his teeth and takes his phone back, typing something in; two seconds later, your phone rings as he's looking back at you.
"You gonna answer it?" he asks.
You're stunned, unsure what to do or say to get out of this mess.
"That's what I thought," he quips, taking hold of your wrist and pulling you
away from the door.
He uses one hand to grab your neck and drag you into a rousing kiss. You hear his zipper before he hauls your body into his lap.
"But, Wait, Rafe-" you try to speak.
"Shut up and stop worrying," he says
Your noses touch as you feel his breath against your face.
He trails his fingers past your hips, squeezing your bottom as he pulls you closer into his crotch, and you feel his hard length against you.
A groan escapes his lips before planting them on yours—soft and coy soon transitions to rough and impatient.
He reaches underneath you to push your panties to the side, rubbing against your slit, your wetness coating his fingers.
"I think you're ready," he says
Lifting your body for a moment before sheathing you on his cock. You slowly sink onto him, getting used to the fullness, resting your arms on his shoulders for support. You squeak when he suddenly thrusts against you.
He takes a hand, shoves it under your shirt, pulls down your bra, and starts playing with your nipple.
"Fuck." he says, moving you up and down his manhood, driving his hips up in coordination to intensify the pleasure.
You feel the spike approaching as he increases the speed of his thrusts, and the pleasure spills over, igniting a sense of euphoria in your body.
He continues, exploiting your sensitive flower until he reaches his own climax, pushing himself as deeply as he can, spilling his seed inside you.
You both exhale, and he lays his forehead against yours.
"How do you have my number," you ask.
"How do you have mine?" he smirks.
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can i request a rafe x pogue reader where reader drunk calls rafe about how hot he is and how sheddefinetely give it to him anytime he wanted it and rafe holds her to her words
Noticeable
Part 2
I'm not sure if you wanted it to be smutty or dark, so I decided to teeter the line a little bit, I hope you enjoy
Warning: Undertones of Dubious Consent, mentions of bullying, maybe light stalking. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI
Summary: You find your spine and give Rafe a piece of your mind
Your mind was fuzzy, and your vision blurred as you stumbled down the beach, the kegger raging behind you. Definitely a good time all around, but you were feeling lonely. You’d been feeling lonely for a while. It didn’t help that all your friends were paired up, and you were just along for the ride.
Speaking of your friends, you’d been walking the beach for about 20 minutes looking for them, but you couldn’t find them. You pulled out your phone, scrolling through your contacts, hoping they didn’t ditch you. And you stumble across a name you haven’t seen for a while.
Rafe
Why was Rafe’s number in your phone?
Back in high school, some might say that you might’ve had the tiniest crush on him, and you took it as soon as you got the chance to get his number.
You’ve never called, but it was exciting, knowing that you could have the number of someone as unattainable as Rafe. As time passed, your crush dwindled, especially when you realized that you might not be his cup of tea. Of Course, you were disappointed, but you had no intention of putting yourself in such an undesirable situation.
Unfortunately, you called with the alcohol in your system and the desolation in your heart. You pressed his name and called. You were optimistic he wouldn’t answer, yet to your surprise, the phone clicked, and he responded on the other side of the line.
“Hello?” he asks, his voice deep with a bit of drag.
You don’t say anything, your confidence dwindling until you realize he has no idea who you are.
“Hi,” you squeak, unsure of what to say. Why did you call him anyways?
“Do you need something?” he asks.
“Yes, actually,” you clear your throat, trying to even out your voice. “You are the hottest person I’d ever laid eyes on. Why are you such an asshole? You literally have it all.”
“Are you Drunk?” he asks.
You realized there was a bit of a slur to your speech, but you stopped caring, throwing caution into the wind, “ Do you understand the things I was willing to let you do to me?”
“What?” he asks
“Anytime, anywhere, but no, you don’t fuck with pogues.”
“Where are you?” he asks, an edge to his voice.
“ No, fuck you, I’ll just take this pogue pussy somewhere else, and I hope you get a permanent limp dick.” you hang up immediately.
Bursting into a fit of giggles as if you’d just heard the funniest thing in the world.
You look around at the emptiness surrounding you; a moment of clarity hits, your actions settle with you, and you first cringe. Then panic sets in when you realize who you just called.
But all tides over when you realize he doesn’t know you, and that was the first time you’d ever called his phone. As long as you didn’t Call again, you would be fine. Walking back up the beach towards the kegger, you decided that your friends had dumped you, so you would have to walk home.
Maybe you should stop going to these things; when you didn’t have anyone else to distract you, you tended to do stupid and impulsive things while drunk.
A truck pulls up next to you as you navigate the road, trying to get home in one piece. You ignored it and kept going, hoping that a serial killer wouldn’t try to abduct you.
The windows roll down, and a familiar voice calls out to you.
“Hey,” you look up to see who it is, and it’s none other than Rafe mother-fucking Cameron.
“You need a ride?” he asks.
You look around. It was just you and Rafe.
“Um, I don’t think-” you start.
“Come on, I promise I won’t hurt ya?” he says “just let me take you home.”
You weren’t sure if you should get in, especially since you’d just got done prank-calling the man. But you didn’t want to walk down the long road alone.
“You promise?” you ask, your voice small and weak.
“ I promise,” he replies, a smirk on his face.
You get in, maybe if you don’t talk too much, he won’t recognize your voice, and you won’t have to worry about him finding out who you are.
As he starts driving, you give him your address, but about 10 minutes in, he swerves his truck off the road and shuts it off.
You watch as he undoes his belt before asking, “What are you doing?”
“You said anytime, anywhere, babe.”
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