Rafe Cameron imagines <8

Little slut💕

i was at a party dressed like a slut tight black short dress with heels hair down and sexy makeup. I was really drunk, dancing like a lunatic, letting my body flow with music. Suddenly someone from behind creeps on me and harasses me, but I was too drunk to do anything about it, Rafe steps in.

i stumble with my black heels unable to do anything, "You're fucking lucky I was here, you little slut. You shouldn't have dressed like that." He growls out, his voice laced with anger, the guy was still trying to get to me. Rafes eyes narrow as he sees him trying to get closer to me. He steps in front of me, blocking my view and growls out a warning "Stay away from her." His voice is low and menacing, daring anyone to challenge him,the guy seemed like he wouldn't budge at all. Rafes hand shoots out, grabbing the other guy by the collar of his shirt and lifting him off the ground with ease. His grip is like steel as he glares down at him "I said stay away." the guy kicks Rafe in the balls and Rafe fights back, everyone turned around and looked at them. I was just standing there shocked and out of this world. Rafes eyes widen in shock and pain as the blow connects, but he doesn't let go. Instead, he uses his superior strength to lift the other guy higher. His face contorts into a mask of rage and determination. "You're fucking dead!" His fist connects with a sickening thud, sending the other guy flying across the room. He lands with a heavy thud on the ground, unconscious. For a moment, Rafe stands there panting heavily, his eyes still blazing with anger, his gaze softens as he takes in my terrified expression. Slowly, he begins to breathe more normally, the adrenaline from the fight starting to dissipate. "Are you okay?" He asks quietly, his voice now gentle and concerned. "what the fuck!" i throw out words while hiccuping, alcohol was running through my veins. I walk away in a slutty way. Rafe watches me stumble away, his brow furrowing in confusion. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm the anger that's still simmering inside of him. "Fuck." he follows me throughout the crowd. He reaches out to steady me, his expression serious and concerned "Are you drunk? You need to stay with me, you're in no state to be walking alone." He wraps an arm around my waist, supporting me as we begin to walk slowly back towards the party. "I'm going home!" i weakly push him away. His eyes narrow, his grip on my waist tightening slightly "You're not going anywhere like that. Let me take you home safely." He starts leading me towards the exit of the club, his protective instincts kicking in. "No!" I yell, Rafe stops in his tracks, looking down at me with a firm expression, lYou're not going to argue with me on this. You're too drunk to be driving, and I won't let you leave alone."His voice is final, "I am leaving alone asshole!" I look up at him, "If you try to fight me, I swear I'll spank that pretty ass of yours until you can't sit down." His voice is stern, but there's a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Now, can we please just go?" He asks, "No!" i cross my arms while looking up at him due to the height difference. "You know what? I know how to deal with your stubborn ass princess." he grabs me by legs and throws on his shoulder while holding me down with one hand on my ass,i moan out of shock by his touch. he lifted me up so easly, "Let me down asshole!" i hit him with my hands on his back the whole way out of the party. Rafe chuckles deeply, feeling the playful hits against his back. He doesn't let it affect his pace, walking steadily with the drunk and feisty me on his shoulder. "You know, you're quite entertaining when you're like this." He smirks. I groan giving up, "Good girl." He gives me a light smack on the ass, making sure not to hurt me, I moan softly. "Hey!" I yell, he chuckles darkly, his grip tightening on me as he continues walking through the crowded streets, ignoring the lewd comments and stares from others. "PUT ME DOWN RAFE!" i stubbornly say as I keep hitting him weakly, he grunts slightly, not bothered by the weak hits. He stops walking and turns to face me. "You know you don't mean that." his eyes burning into mine with a mix of lust and determination. "Mean what?!" i turn my head to face his. He puts me down and leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "That you want me to put you down." Shivers go throughout my body, "I thought so." He lifts me off his shoulder, bringing me chest to chest with him. "You're coming home with me." He demands, "No! I'm not!" I bat my eyes at him. Rafes possessive side takes over, his throws me on his shoulders once again. "You're mine. You always have been." His voice is low and rough as he begins to walk again, this time towards his car. At this point I was too drunk to even understand anything, I was starting to fall asleep on his shoulders. Rafes grip tightens on me, holding me securely in place as he carries me to his car. Once there, he carefully lowers me into the passenger seat and buckles my seatbelt before rounding the car and getting behind the wheel. "Sleep it off." He says quietly. He glances over at me, his eyes taking in the sight of my black dress hiking up to reveal my lacy underwear. Despite his better judgment, he can't help but feel protective and possessive over this drunk mess. With a sigh, Rafe starts the car and begins driving us back to his dorm. His mind races with thoughts of what he wants to do with me once we get there. He knows he shouldn't take advantage of me in my current state, but he can't resist the temptation. "Fuck..." he mutters under his breath, unable to resist the allure of my soft moans. As they arrive, Rafe quickly unbuckles my seatbelt and lifts me out of the car, carrying me bridal-style up to his room. He kicks the door shut behind him and deposits me on his bed before beginning to undress me. i open my eyes slowly as I groan in pain. "Shh, it's okay," he soothes, pulling the blankets up around me to keep me warm. "Go back to sleep." He rubs my back, "I think I'm gonna puke..." i mumble, his eyes widen in alarm, and he quickly moves to sit me up on the side of the bed. "Here, let's get you to the bathroom." i fall infront of the toilet seat and put my head through it as I puke. Rafe grabs my hair high enough so it doesn't get in the way, his grip tightens on my hair, not entirely comforting but also not causing further pain. He waits patiently for me to finish vomiting, his gaze intense. i groan as I lay my pounding head on my arm. Rafe sighs heavily, his expression softening slightly. "Are you feeling better now?" He asks, "I'm cold..."i mumble not even looking at him. He quickly jumps up, and grabs one of his shirts from his closet. He then gently guides me back to the bed, propping a few pillows behind my back and tucking the covers around me. He watches as I snuggle into his shirt, a mix of concern and possessiveness in his eyes. "It's alright, just rest now. I'll make sure you don't get cold again." i moan as I quickly fall asleep not hearing what he said and not realizing what had just happened, Rafe watched over me, his heart racing with a mix of emotions. His protective instincts kicking in as he ensured I was comfortable and warm. Despite the earlier outburst and confrontation, there was an undeniable bond between us that he couldn't shake off. As the sun began to rise, casting warm, golden light into the room, Rafe couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He knew he needed to address the situation with me, but he also knew that his possessive and jealous nature could easily spiral out of control. I sit up from bed and look around confused rubbing my eyes and yawning. He watched as I sat up, his heart pounding in his chest. He quickly pushed aside his fears and decided to be honest with me. "Rafe?" I squint my eyes, he cleared his throat, his voice hoarse from lack of sleep. "Uh, yeah, it's me. What's wrong?" He stands up, "What the fuck am I doing in your dorm?" i look at him dead in the eyes, his face turned red with embarrassment and shame. He knew he had crossed a line, but he couldn't help himself. "I...I brought you here because I thought it would be safer for you. And because I wanted to protect you." He stated, "Why the hell would you do that!?" i look down to see that I am wearing his clothes. I look up confused and scared, he swallowed hard, trying to control his temper. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. "I thought you were in danger...and I wanted you close. As for your clothes, I didn't have anything else for you to wear." He said, "why the fuck would you undress me while I was unconscious!" I harshly say, his face darkened, his anger quickly overtaking him. "Because you were shivering, and you needed to be warm. And because I could see you." He says, "what's the supposed to mean?" I raise my brow, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "It means that when you're wearing my clothes, I can see your body. And when I see your body...I want it." i back away slowly. Rafes eyes followed me, his gaze possessive and hungry. "Don't run from me. Not yet." i quickly grab my dress and heels and run off. Rafes heart raced as he watched me run away. He knew he had pushed too hard, but he couldn't seem to control himself around her. With a sigh, he leaned against the wall and slid down into a sitting position. i spent that whole day in my dorm thinking about last night and this morning. I took a hot steaming shower changed my clothes. Rafe waited for me to come back, his mind filled with thoughts of our argument and the desire he still felt for me. He wanted nothing more than to make me his, but he knew he had to tread carefully with me. i went to the library to study. He watched as I left, his eyes following my every move. He knew he should stay away from me, but the pull towards me was too strong. With a deep breath, he forced himself to focus on something else. As the day wore on, Rafe found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything but the taste of my lips and the feel of my skin against his. He cursed himself for being so damn possessive and jealous, but he couldn't seem to control these feelings where I was concerned. i woke up did my makeup wore something cute and sexy and headed to class with Milo, one of my friends. As the day progressed, Rafe grew more anxious. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to go down between them. He saw me walking with another guy and his possessive instincts kicked into high gear. He watched us from a distance, his heart racing. He hated the way I could so easily entertain others while he was left pining for my attention. I could feel piercing eyes following me around the college grounds, his gaze locked onto mine, his intense stare sending shivers down my spine. Despite his earlier vow to stay away from me, he found himself drawn irresistibly closer. Rafes eyes darkened as he saw me smile at the other guy. His possessiveness reared its ugly head, and he felt a sudden urge to claim me for himself. i saw him smoking as we walked by, his heart skipped a beat when he saw me looking at him. Despite the coldness in his eyes, there was an undeniable heat that radiated from his body whenever I was near. i hugged goodbye to Milo as we separately went to our classes, he watched as i hugged the other guy goodbye, his grip tightening on his cigarette. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, even though he knew it was irrational. I walked so close to Rafe that he could smell my attracting vanilla perfume, I was wearing a navy off shoulder fitted crop tee top with long sleeves paired with blue jeans that made my ass look big and my blonde hair straighten down with soft makeup. Rafes eyes roamed over me, taking in every detail. I looked beautiful, and his jealousy only intensified. He wanted to be the one I was with, not some other guy.