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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬.

pairing: rafe cameron x spoiledbrat!fem!reader summary: the four times you told rafe it was an emergency, and the one time it actually was warnings: smut ahead, 18+ mdni, note: this idea has been haunting me for weeks and i had to write it. i’m obsessed with rafe & spoiled brat reader, and i honestly could see this becoming a series because I’m loving this dynamic! let me know your thoughts!! word count: 3.7K

#1: a financial emergency

Despite being in a high-stakes business meeting with your father and his, Rafe knew better than to ignore your call. You two had only been seeing each other for a few months, but after he ignored your call once and you raised hell about it, he promised never to make that mistake again. Flashing his signature charismatic smile, he excused himself from the room and answered the phone.

"Guess what?!" you exclaimed excitedly before Rafe even had a chance to say hello.

"What is it, baby? I'm in a crucial meeting with your dad, so unless it's an emergency, I'll have to call you back," Rafe responded, trying to get back into his father’s office as quickly as possible.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you scoffed, "Oh, this is definitely an emergency, Rafe. Trust me, my dad can wait five minutes."

Feeling a slight pang of concern at your urgent tone, Rafe gripped the phone a little tighter and asked, "Are you okay, sweetheart?"

"You know that adorable boutique I love in Chapel Hill?" you began, your voice filled with excitement.

"You love quite a few boutiques, baby. You'll have to be a bit more specific," Rafe teased gently.

"Rafe, I literally said the one in Chapel Hill. How much more specific can I be?" you replied with a hint of exasperation.

Trying to suppress his amusement, Rafe sighed, "Alright, what's going on at the boutique in Chapel Hill?"

"They're having a massive sale! I tried calling my dad, but I forgot he's tied up in that meeting he has with you. Can you please tell him to transfer some money for me?" you pleaded eagerly.

"Y/N, you said this was an emergency," Rafe reminded you, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Rafe, trust me, it really is an emergency. I called him multiple times and he’s not answering," you explained urgently.

"How do you suggest I approach my father's biggest business rival and ask him for money for his daughter? I thought we agreed to keep our relationship under wraps," Rafe pointed out, concern creeping into his voice.

"Just tell him the truth - that we're together and that he needs to transfer some funds to my account. I couldn't care less if he finds out. The most adorable shoes in the entire world are here," you declared, your excitement palpable.

Unable to contain his grin at your dramatic flair, and knowing you didn’t mean what you said, Rafe chuckled, "Alright, I'll send over some money. Can't have my baby looking anything less than perfect."

"I'll treat you to a fashion show once I'm back and you're out of that meeting," you promised with a mischievous tone.

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you," Rafe replied warmly, already looking forward to the playful fashion show awaiting him.

#2: a friend emergency

“Rafe, it’s an emergency,” you insisted, your voice slicing through the heated atmosphere in the room.

“Like fuck it is, baby,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his eyes dark with desire. “Just call Sarah back later.”

“She said her and John B got in a fight, and she’s called twice,” you explained, your tone filled with urgency.

“Who gives a shit about that pogue? I’m literally inside you,” he stated, voice dripping with disbelief as he thrust deeper, making your breath hitch.

You rolled your eyes, refusing to be deterred, and readjusted yourself on his cock, eliciting a guttural moan from Rafe. He threw his head back against your pillow, his grip on your waist tightening as he struggled to maintain control.

“I’m calling her back,” you declared, reaching for your phone on the nightstand.

“I’m not stopping,” he warned, his movements never faltering.

“I didn’t ask you to,” you shot back, your voice a mix of defiance and desire. With a swift swipe, you answered Sarah's call, trying to steady your breath.

“Hey, what’s going on?” you asked, attempting to keep your voice calm and composed.

“Y/N, thank God you answered! John B and I had a huge fight, and I don’t know what to do,” Sarah's voice trembled with emotion on the other end.

Rafe's pace quickened, and you bit your lip to stifle a moan. “Take a deep breath, Sarah. It’s all gonna be okay. Just tell me what happened,” you managed, your voice wavering slightly as you tried to maintain your composure.

As Sarah poured out her heart, her brother’s hands roamed your body, his lips finding the sensitive spot on your neck. You struggled to focus on Sarah's words, your mind and body torn between the intense pleasure and the need to be a supportive friend.

“I... I think he’s going to end it with me,” Sarah sobbed.

“He won’t, Sarah. You two always work things out,” you reassured her, your voice shaky.

Rafe’s movements became more deliberate, his eyes locked onto yours with a fiery intensity. You could feel the tension building within you, making it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the conversation.

“I just don’t know what to do,” Sarah continued, her voice breaking.

“Take tonight to clear your head, and then have a heart-to-heart with him tomorrow. You’ve got this, and I’m here for you,” you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper as Rafe's relentless pace drove you closer to the edge.

“I’ll call you later, okay?” you added hastily, ending the call before she could respond.

As the phone slipped from your hand, you let out a breathy moan, finally surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure. Rafe’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk, his grip on you tightening.

“Now, where were we?” he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

“Right here,” you breathed, your body moving in perfect sync with his, lost in the intoxicating mix of passion and urgency.

#3: a party emergency

Rafe barely took the extra second to put his black Range Rover in park before jumping out and sprinting into Topper’s house, which was packed with hundreds of Kildare teens reveling in the party atmosphere. The house was a chaotic swirl of loud music, flashing lights, and the unmistakable scent of spilled alcohol.

While most of the partygoers were dressed in casual, trendy outfits, Rafe had sped straight from work and was still in his tailored suit. Ignoring the drunken idiots slinging drinks everywhere—some splashing drops on the floor and others on his shoes—he quickly navigated through the throng of bodies. His heart pounded in his chest as he ascended the stairs two at a time, heading for the guest bedroom where you had called him from.

“Y/N!” he shouted, banging on the door. “Open the door!”

He heard your drunken giggle from the other side, easing his worry slightly, but he wouldn’t feel peace until he laid eyes on you. The click of the door unlocking made him reach for the doorknob and push it open before you even had the opportunity to let him in.

“Woah,” you smiled drunkenly as he shut the door behind him. He cupped your cheeks and checked you over, realizing that you were, in fact, completely fine and that it was not the emergency you had made it out to be when you called him crying.

“Jesus Christ, baby.” He sighed, a mix of relief and annoyance flooding through him as he pulled you into his chest. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“I missed you,” you stated, as if it were obvious that the emergency was simply your longing for him.

He shook his head, exasperated. “You can’t just call me and tell me it’s an emergency when it’s clearly not one.”

You attempted to pull away from him, but he held you tight, refusing to let go. You grumbled, “There was an emergency. I was all alone. Everyone coupled off and left me all by myself without you.”

Rafe’s frustration melted into a tender smile as he realized how much you needed him. “Alright, alright,” he murmured, his tone softening. “I’m here now. Let’s get you home, okay?”

A wide grin spread across your face as you lazily wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “No! Now that you're here, we can have some fun.”

You tried to pull him towards the party, and he reluctantly let you, knowing full well that he’d likely be carrying your unconscious body to his car within the next thirty minutes.

#4: a fashion emergency

While Rafe typically loathed Midsummers and only attended to pacify his father, this year was particularly excruciating—simply because you were there with your family. You'd think your presence would enhance the experience, but seeing you look that stunning while he couldn't be by your side was pure torment.

In previous years, you had managed to escape attending due to your father's insistence that it was an adults-only affair, a thinly veiled excuse for his own alcohol indulgence without his children present. But now, having just graduated high school, your father wanted to showcase your achievements, basking in reflected glory before you headed off to an Ivy League institution.

When you told Rafe of your plans to attend this year, he considered persuading you to reveal your relationship with him to your father—a move that would assert his place alongside you among Figure Eight's elite. Ultimately, he decided against it, knowing it would cause more problems for you and his family long term.

As Rafe sat next to his father, plastering on a fake smile and nodding through a conversation with a man he barely knew, his eyes wandered toward your family's table, only to find you absent. He scanned the surrounding area, searching for any sign of you, but came up empty-handed. Just as a knot of concern started to form in his stomach, he felt a buzz in his pocket. Pulling out his phone, he found a message from you waiting for him.

my baby: bathroom. now. future hubby💍: R u ok? my baby: it’s an emergency. get here now.

Without excusing himself, Rafe abruptly left his father’s table and made his way inside the Island Club. He ran a hand over his shaved head and flexed his fists, ready to fight whoever fucked with his girl.

Rafe pushed through the crowded hallways of the Island Club, ignoring the curious glances from other partygoers. His heart pounded in his chest as he reached the women’s bathroom door. Without hesitation, he knocked once before swiftly pushing it open and slipping inside once he noticed that it appeared no one was inside.

“Y/N?” he called out quietly, his voice echoing in the tiled room.

From one of the stalls, you responded, “I’m in here.”

He quickly crossed the room and opened the stall door to find you sitting on the closed toilet seat, looking distressed but unharmed. Relief washed over him, though he remained on edge.

“What happened? Are you okay?” he asked, crouching down to your level and taking your hands in his.

You sighed, looking up at him with a mix of frustration and amusement. “I had a wardrobe malfunction. My dress zipper is stuck, and I couldn’t get it fixed on my own.”

His head fell as he let out a low laugh, keeping your hands in his. “You scared the hell out of me. I thought something serious had happened.”

You pouted playfully. “This is serious! I can’t go back out there like this.”

“Baby, you can’t keep telling me it’s an emergency when it’s not,” Rafe admonished gently.

“Rafe, I have never looked hotter. A wardrobe malfunction is an emergency,” you said with utmost seriousness.

Shaking his head with a chuckle, Rafe gently turned you around. “Alright, let me see what I can do.”

With a few deft movements, he managed to unstick the zipper and secure your dress properly. “There, all set. You look perfect,” he said, his tone softening.

You turned back to face him, a grateful smile spreading across your face. “You’re my hero.”

He smirked, pulling you into a quick kiss. “Always, baby. Now, let’s get back out there before anyone notices we’re both missing.”

As he began to walk away, you reached for his hand, pulling him back. He looked at you, confused.

“I think no one would notice if we were gone a few more minutes,” you said, a mischievous glint in your eye.

Understanding what you were implying, Rafe locked the bathroom door, ensuring privacy. You smirked as he pulled you into his arms, one hand gripping your ass and the other cupping your cheek, drawing you into a feverish kiss.

“You gonna let me fuck you against the sink?” he murmured against your lips.

“No,” you replied, earning a puzzled head tilt from him. “I don’t want to wrinkle the dress.”

He rolled his eyes, chuckling. “Baby, I love you, but you’re the only person who’s gonna notice if that dress is wrinkled.”

You scoffed. “That’s so untrue. I guarantee you if something happens to it, I’ll hear shit about it for the next week.”

“Then what do you want me to do?” he asked, equally intrigued and confused.

“Stand there and look handsome while I suck you off,” you said, dropping to your knees with a wicked grin.

Rafe's eyes darkened with desire as he watched you sink to your knees, your hands moving to unbuckle his belt. The anticipation in the small bathroom was palpable, the sounds of the party muffled by the walls.

He leaned back against the sink, his breath hitching as you freed him from his pants. "You sure about this, baby?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

You looked up at him through your lashes, giving him a slow, teasing smile. "Positive."

Your lips wrapped around him, and Rafe let out a shaky breath, his hand tangling in your hair. The intensity of the moment made it hard for him to stay quiet, but he bit down on his lip, stifling any sounds that might alert the partygoers outside.

As you worked your magic, Rafe's head tilted back, his grip on the sink tightening. "Fuck, you’re amazing," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

The thrill of potentially getting caught only heightened the experience, making each moment more electrifying. He could feel himself getting closer, the sensation almost overwhelming.

"Baby, I'm close," he warned, his voice strained.

You responded by increasing your pace, taking him deeper until he couldn't hold back any longer. With a muffled groan, he came, his body tensing as waves of pleasure washed over him.

Breathing heavily, Rafe looked down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and awe as you swallowed his cum. "God, I love you," he whispered, helping you to your feet and pulling you into a tender kiss.

"Not as much as I love you," you teased, wiping the corner of your mouth with a satisfied smile.

Rafe chuckled, his thumb brushing your cheek. "Any other emergencies you need me to take care of?"

"None that can’t wait until later tonight," you replied with a wink.

He adjusted his clothes and smoothed his hair, while you made sure your dress was flawless. "We should get back out there before anyone gets suspicious," he said, taking a deep breath to compose himself.

You nodded, kissing him one last time before you both headed back to the party. As you rejoined the festivities, you both exchanged a knowing smile, the secret of your intimate moment adding a thrilling edge to the night as you both went back to your fathers, pretending to barely know one another.

#5: a real emergency

Today, your father and Ward were finalizing a deal they'd been hashing out for months, and Rafe was elated to be in the room for these critical negotiations. It felt like a validation, maybe even a nod from his father towards grooming him for a future role in the family business.

“I’m thinking somewhere in the 5-10 million range,” Ward suggested, his tone businesslike, though your father wasn't having it.

“It’s worth no less than 15, you cheap bastard,” your dad retorted sharply, the tension in the room thickening.

Rafe pondered defending his father when his phone rang loudly, drawing disapproving glares from both men. He hastily declined it, apologizing, but the persistent ringing forced his hand.

“You might as well answer it, son,” Ward scoffed, irritation evident. “Clearly, it’s more important than this.”

With a sigh, Rafe answered the call, realizing it was from you.

“I’ll talk to you later. I’m in a meeting,” he started, trying to keep his voice steady.

“I know it's the big one today, but it’s an emergency. Can you please come to The Wreck?” Your voice trembled, on the edge of tears.

“I can’t deal with this right now,” Rafe replied tersely, aware of the eyes on him.

“Rafe, please. I need you,” you pleaded urgently.

“Bullshit. You always say it’s an emergency, and it never is. I drop everything every time, and this is important and you know it.”

Rafe felt a knot in his stomach, glancing uncomfortably at the proud expressions on both his father's and your father's faces. He knew if your dad heard him talking like this and knew it was toward you, it could jeopardize the deal.

“I love you, baby, but you're dramatic and we both know it,” he murmured softly, hoping his words were just for you.

“Are you serious right now!?” Your voice crackled with outrage. “I’m not being dramatic. I need you to come to The Wreck. It’s an emergency—”

“I will see you tonight,” Rafe interrupted firmly. “I’m sure whatever is an 'emergency' now will be resolved by the time you come over.”

“Fuck you,” you snapped before he hung up.

Rafe sighed heavily, knowing he had to focus on salvaging the situation in the room. He exchanged a tense glance with your father and Ward, mentally preparing to re-engage in the negotiation, hoping his decision wouldn't come back to haunt him later.

"I'm sure there's a middle ground that we can find here," Rafe stated, his tone calm yet assertive, despite the tension in the room. Ward glanced at him with a pleased expression, seemingly impressed with Rafe's initiative and approach to finding a compromise.

Later that night, Rafe waited, anticipating the text that would signal your arrival at the back door, but it never came. He laid on his bed, staring up at the slow whir of the ceiling fan, growing increasingly impatient. After leaving the meeting, he had texted you an apology, but there had been no reply. He was certain you were upset with him for not dropping everything to attend to your latest request or solve whatever issue had arisen. While he found your dramatic tendencies entertaining at times, tonight they felt exhausting for him.

Eventually, he gave in and decided to call you. The phone rang several times before it went to voicemail. He fought to contain his frustration as he heard your cheerful voice inviting him to leave a message. As your boyfriend, he didn't expect to be sent to voicemail. You always answered his calls.

"Listen, I know you're upset, but you need to get over it. Call me back when you're ready to be reasonable," he said firmly, ending the call with a sigh. He waited anxiously after hanging up, half-expecting a fiery response from you. The silence that followed felt heavy and frustrating.

Hours passed, and just as he was about to give up and head out to find you, his phone finally rang. Without hesitation, he answered on the first ring.

"So you've decided to be a big girl and stop with the dramatics," he teased, a hint of annoyance still evident in his voice.

You yawned sleepily on the other end, indicating you had just woken up. "Rafe, I was asleep. And you don't get to be mad. I'm the one pissed at you."

"You've been ignoring me all afternoon. It's almost midnight. I have a right to be a little pissed," he retorted, frustration still lingering.

"I've been asleep all afternoon," you countered.

"Sure, you've been asleep for the past eight hours," he scoffed sarcastically.

"Not the past eight, but the past six. The painkillers knocked me out," you explained groggily, your voice still thick with sleep.

Rafe froze, his mind racing as he processed your words. "What painkillers?"

"The ones the hospital gave me. I don’t know what they are, but they work," you replied, your tone serious despite the sleepiness.

"What hospital?!" Rafe's voice shot up, panic creeping in.

"The one I went to after you were a total jerk to me on the phone," you retorted, annoyance piercing through your drowsiness.

Rafe's blood ran cold. "Shit, I didn't know. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I tried," you muttered, irritation bubbling up. "But you were too busy playing Mr. Important Businessman."

“You should’ve told me how serious it was. What happened?”

“I went to The Wreck with the girls for lunch and tripped on the steps. I smacked my head and twisted my ankle really badly. And I did tell you it was an emergency. You told me I was being dramatic.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry. Did an ambulance take you to the hospital?”

"No, JJ Maybank was there, and he took me to the hospital after you told me no."

Rafe's stomach churned. Not only had he failed to be there for you, but JJ Maybank had stepped in, the last person Rafe wanted involved in your life. His fists clenched in frustration, guilt gnawing at him.

"JJ Maybank?" he repeated, struggling to keep his voice steady. "I should've been there. I'm so sorry."

"It's fine. He was nice," you sighed, weariness seeping into your voice. "I just wanted you to be there for me."

Rafe exhaled, the weight of his mistakes pressing down on him. "I'll be there in ten. I promise."

He hung up and grabbed his keys, a fierce determination settling over him. As he sped towards your place, his mind churned with thoughts of how to apologize and prove how much you meant to him. He wouldn’t let JJ—or anyone else—take his place again. Never again would he doubt you when you called with an emergency, even if your flair for drama sometimes made him roll his eyes. He knew now that he would be there for you, no questions asked.

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