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Sundress

When you first started dating Rafe, you didn’t think his obsession with you in sundresses was so real until you dragged him out shopping with you.

You pranced around in a short golf skirt and a tight polo at the country club with him and his frat-boy friends. Sure, you enjoyed the mai-tai part, and seeing your boyfriend's arm flex every time he swung the golf club, but spending 18 holes at the golf course under the hot sun quickly got rid of the perks.

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“Come on Rafe, I golfed all of yesterday with you, Kelce, and Topper. Can you please just take me shopping once?”, you pleaded.

Rafe chuckled, “You call hitting the golf ball into a tree and pouting at how long the game was taking golf?”

Glaring at him, you got closer to him, fixing his shirt collar and negotiating, “I’ll let you buy me a golf skirt and you can teach me how to play sometime, yeah?”

You knew him too well- this comment would just remind him of how cute you looked on the course, and how your skirt would rise every time you’d bend over to swing your golf club. Sighing, he gave in, knowing he could never deny you when you looked at him like that.

In your second hour of shopping, the “designated boyfriend seats” of the stores suddenly got too uncomfortable, and his iPhone games too boring, leading him to his complaints.

“Sweetheart, cmon, it’s been two hours, leave some clothes for the rest of the island.”

Voice muffled behind the dressing room door while pulling the top of a blue toile dress over your head, you responded, “Since when did you care about the rest of the island?” The pile of dresses you tried on before this dress was okay, but this dress knocked the rest of them out of the park.

“Ever since you forced me into shopping like a pogue instead of just ordering it online or getting a styli-”

Rafe froze in the middle of his complaint, staring at you in a way he never had before. His eyes seemed to say something words couldn’t describe, but the drool collecting at the corner of his mouth spoke volumes.

“You’re drooling”, you stepped forward, blushing as you wiped the saliva from the corner of his pink lips. “Thoughts? Questions? Concerns?”, you joked.

He remained silent, eyes scanning your entire body before calling a saleswoman to grab you all the colors available for that dress.

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The days following this encounter proved this sundress theory even more.

Suddenly Rafe wanted to be by you all of the time and canceled plans he had weeks in advance just to spend time with you. When he couldn’t cancel, he’d drag you along and force the guys to invite your friends to come with you.

As Rafe talked with Kelce, Topper, and a few of your friends' boyfriends, he had you perched upon his lap. Absentmindedly, he’d play with the hem of your dress, and always find something on you to “fix” just to get his hands on you, like your dress strap or a piece of hair that’s out of place. You simply looked too pretty not to play with. Intrigued in a conversation about your psychotic ex-best friend, you were reminded of Rafe’s presence the further he traced his fingers up your thighs.

Rafe loved that about both you and the sundresses. That you would become putty in his hands the more he touched you, and the sundresses that easily allowed him to do so discreetly. Sure, Rafe wants to see more of your skin exposed, but the skirt of your dresses hid the haven only he was able to see, whether in his bedroom or his car.

The sight of you in a sundress drives Rafe fucking crazy. The second he sees you in one, he’s immediately gesturing you over to him while he’s sitting. placing you, still standing, in between his legs, he can’t help but stare at your tanned and glowing skin, and the light purple hickies he left on your neck and chest for show. when he’s wrapping his arms around your waist, wandering his hands up the backs of your thighs while you play with his hair, all he can think about is you, and it seems like all of his problems melt away.

While the dresses bring you affection from Rafe, they also attract the attention of other guys. Of course, Rafe can’t blame them for staring at you, he can’t help but stare at you too, but the difference is that you’re his, and his only.

The poor boy can’t help but get a little bit jealous when everyone is talking you up at a party and you’re too innocent to know that they just want you for sex, they don’t just always want to be your friend.

Rafe knows some people have good intentions, but can’t help his selfishness and wants you all to himself- a reoccurring topic in your fights. They’re not really fights, it’s really just you both being too stubborn to admit your wrongs.

During fights like these, when you haven’t fucked in a few days and both full of pent-up anger, the dresses come in most handy.

So when Rafe sees you walking into a beach kegger late at night in none other than a white sundress (the color Rafe says always reminds him how much he wants to marry you), he knows that you know what you’re doing.

The delicate white linen dress hugs your body perfectly, cupping your perky, bra-less breasts perfectly and the hem ends perfectly at your mid thigh. Rafe takes in your beauty regardless of the fact that you’re both fighting right now, but can’t help but be bothered by the fact that you’re wearing that without his hand in yours, without his arms around your waist or tickling your sides, and especially without the hickeys he normally leaves littering your skin. You can feel his eyes burning into the back of your skull as you turn to talk to your friend, letting her guy friend pour you a drink.

Standing up, he disregards the insults from his friends calling him “pussywhipped” and makes his way over to you, watching your friends leave the conversation in fear of the consequences they’d face for talking to you when you look so good.

Turning your body around to face him, he is even angrier is when you pretend to be “oh so innocent” in white dress, pretend to be oh so innocent. Watching him with your confused doe eyes, he takes a deep breath before me speaks.

“You know what you’re doing.”

While shaking your head, you respond with a slight smirk, leading him to grab your drink someone who wasn’t rafe made you, pour that shit onto the sand, and drag you to his expensive ass car to remind you not only that he was wrong, but that your his, and his only.

“God, you’re such a fuckin’ tease. If you wanted to fuck you could’ve just asked”, he spoke loudly.

Once he had you leaning back against the outside of his car, you finally responded, “Who said I wanted to fuck?”, softly as you dragged your freshly manicured nails down his chest.

Rafe gave you a knowing look, “You said it with those eyes and the way you’re fucking dressed.”

“You don’t like the dress?”, you whined, eyes watering in anticipation for what was going to come.

He answered you with a kiss on the lips, drifting his kisses from your mouth, down your jaw, to your ear to whisper, “The dress isn’t the problem, Angel. You look beautiful, it’s the fact that you’re so fuckin stubborn that you had to flaunt yourself to the island just to get me to fuck you. If you really wanted me that bad you could’ve asked.”

Letting out a breathy moan in response as he sucked and nipped at your neck you could barely speak, “So prove it.”

Returning to your plump, strawberry chapstick-coated lips, he continued to kiss you, “Hmmm?”

You pushed his chest away and looked up at him. He towered over you with his height, and it just turned you on that much more. “Prove it to me that I’m yours, Rafe.”

Kissing you deeply, he scooped down to pick you up and wrap your legs around his waist as he searched for his car keys in his pocket.

Unlocking the back seat door of his car, he set you down as you slid back and laid down to give him room to hover over you.

Hand slipping under your dress, he stared at you as you pushed his chest away and sat up on your elbows.

“So do you really like the dress??”

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bf!rafe x brattygf!reader (reader’s thoughts are pink, while rafe’s thoughts are blue!)

warnings: reader making rafe jealoussss, explicit language, sexual innuendos | masterlist

“Can you at least try to hit the ball?”, he complained.

“I am trying, Rafe!!”, you whined. Golf was much harder than you anticipated it to be - it went further than just wearing short skirts and driving around in a cart all day. Not to mention the people around you on the driving range, who all seemed to be pros compared to you.

You tried once more, hitting it, but only a few feet in front of you.

You heard him behind you, struggling to hide his laugh, and finally snapped, “Rafe don't laugh at me that’s not fair. You’ve been playing your whole life - I just started today and you promised to teach me and all you’re doing is laughing at me.”

He grinned, and you knew what he was thinking - she’s so cute when she’s pissed.

“Oh shut up, Rafe,” you scoffed.

“Didn’t say a word,” he raised his hands in defense.

“Have fun playing alone!”, you sarcastically smiled, shoving your club into your golf bag and spinning on your heels to walk back to the country club.

“Seriously? C’mon princess I was laughing because you’re so cute!”

“Right, cause that’s a normal reaction to seeing something cute - laughing at it,” you argued

He groaned, “You’re giving up before we even got off the driving range. After you didn’t respond, he made one last attempt to get you to stay, “I’ll buy you a drink at the halfway house?”

“I can buy my own drink, thanks Rafe,” you yelled back, before finally leaving him.

Ugh, this was such a waste of a good outfit.

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“How’re you and the kook princess?”, Kelce nudged Rafe, making eyes at Topper. It was a regular Saturday for them, all golfing before the usual Saturday night party.

“Yeah, she still likes you?”, Topper snickered.

Rafe’s eyes narrowed - since when have they been interested in hearing about his relationship with you aside from what you were like in bed?

“Yeah,” he nodded with suspicion, “why?”

Kelce squeezed Rafe’s shoulder, barely able to get out the sentence: “Cause your girl is on some golf instructor's dick right now.”

They both fell into fits of laughter as Rafe seethed. He didn’t expect to see you there, in your short white skirt that barely reached your tanned thighs, and your tight shirt that left little to the imagination, bent over the golf club with some random dude behind you, angling your hips in the right direction.

“Didn’t know she took golf so seriously, I thought you said that she sucked at it?”, Topper joked, still snickering at the situation.

“Shut up,” Rafe yelled, pushing Topper away and making his way toward you.

The closer he got, the angrier he grew: you were genuinely smiling and laughing - your swing was even better than it was before.

When on one swing, you hit it especially far, you jumped up and down, clearly excited.

You went for another swing, but just as the club came up, Rafe grabbed it, stopping you from swinging and ripping the club from your grip.

“Rafe!“, you yelled, pulling your big sunglasses off to look at him.

“Hey bud… next time you go around flirting with other guys' girlfriends, especially mine, you might wanna make sure their boyfriends aren’t here to see it.”

“Sir- I wasn’t-”

Rafe held him by the collar of his polo, “You really want to be lying to me, uh,” he paused, eying his name tag, “Jack?”

“Rafe! Stop, seriously,” you pleaded.

“Sir, I really would never-”, Jack pleaded, cut off by the harsh punch Rafe landed on his face.

“Jack,” he still held him by the collar, “here’s one thing y’gotta know about me. I’m- I’m a proactive type of person, alright?”

Jack fearfully looked to you for help, but that only made Rafe angrier.

“What, you need fuckin grammatical help from her? Ya don’t know what proactive fuckin means?” he groaned, “gotta teach everything to you pogues.”

“It means,” he gripped Jack’s collar tighter, “that before you make a move on my girlfriend, that I stop you before you get to do it.”

“I didn’t make a move on her man,” Jack choked out.

Rafe only responded with another punch to Jack’s face, knocking him onto the ground.

Jack writhed, complaining of the pain.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”, you pushed at Rafe’s chest.

“Rafe, you really hurt him!”, you bent down to inspect the gash Rafe’s ring made near Jack’s eyebrow before he could drag you away.

“You’re hurting my arm, Rafe,” you whined as he pulled you along with him.

“Then walk faster,” he replied.

You let him take you to the parking lot but refused to get in the car with him.

“Would you just get in the car? I’m so sick of the dramatics with you!”, he yelled.

“Fuck you, Rafe.”

“How would you feel if I was all over some girl? Especially at a place like this - you know how bad that makes me look?”

“You just publicly knocked a guy out and you’re blaming me for making you look bad? You’re acting like he had me on all fours out there - he was teaching me golf!”

He paused, trying his best to not lose it on you. “Would you please, baby, just get in the car? I’ll get you a coffee or whatever and we’ll… we’ll figure it out, alright?”

“No. I don’t have anything to figure out. I’m calling an Uber.”

He opened his mouth to plead more but was immediately shut up by the stern look on your face. You walked away, busying yourself by texting your friends about the situation until your Uber arrived.

Do you want me to follow your Uber home to make sure you’re safe?

I’m really sorry sweetheart

You ignored his texts for a bit, deciding you were gonna ignore him. At least until tonight. He needed time to think.

I’m following your Uber home so don’t be scared of the driver

“So dramatic…”, you audibly sighed.

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“So he just punched the instructor just because he was teaching you golf?”

You nodded in response as you stepped into the party, the immediate smell of liquor and weed overwhelming your nose.

“That’s a little excessive,” your friend, Christa, responded.

“Tell me about it,” you laughed, making your way over to the drinks, where Topper, who was hosting the party, stood, flirting with some blonde girl.

“Ah the princess is here!!”, Topper slurred, a little wasted.

“We gotta get you some water, huh?”, you laughed, grabbing a white claw.

“Look,” you felt his hot breath on your neck, “Rafe feels bad, don’t be mad at him. Kelce and I were the ones who pointed it out to him, we didn’t think that it’d end up that bad.”

You shook your head, “Keep your nose out of our business, Top.”

He blinked, “jus’tryna help.”

Christa pulled you away for a song, and you two busied yourselves dancing for a bit. The person in charge of the AUX changed, and you and Christa grumbled, taking a break out on the deck.

Rafe, of course, was settled there in the corner, surrounded by a group of guys. You gave him a shy smile - yes, you were still mad at him, but you at least wanted to be cordial.

He blushed back, quickly getting up and making his way towards you, “Can we talk?”

You hummed and took his hand to pull him somewhere more private. He followed you upstairs, to the room furthest from the stairway, even stepping out onto the balcony so that neither of you would be interrupted.

You sat down, and he uncomfortably sat beside you - he was used to you sitting on his lap, in all honesty.

You looked down at your palms, suddenly nervous, but began nonetheless.

“The whole reason I was trying to learn golf was so that I could be with you doing something that I know you love. I don’t know… I figured it would be fun, you teaching me how to play.”

You looked up, and he nodded at you to continue. “So I went golfing with you. I was so excited - I picked out this really cute outfit with this juicy couture skirt and, and you just, shut me down.”

“I was really trying to learn, Rafe. I don’t do sports like that. I can do like… tennis and Pilates, but I’ve never done golf. And you laughed at me. And when I got upset, you didn’t apologize, you just laughed a little more and tried to bribe me with a drink.”

“I figured you didn’t want to hang out unless I was good at what I was doing. So I booked golf lessons. That was my second session, and I genuinely saw progress and was so excited to finally be able to play with you and show you how good I got. And instead, you just walked over and beat up the guy.”

“He was all over you,” he tried to reason.

You rolled your eyes, “do you not get it? I was trying to learn something for you because I love you and I want to have fun doing the things you love to do with you. The whole reason I did any of that was for you. The whole time that guy was teaching me all I was thinking was why couldn’t you teach me? And you probably could’ve, but instead, you chose to be jealous and mean.”

He stared at the beer in his hands, ashamed.

“I’m, I’m real sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t know that. I didn’t know any of that.”

“And then I got pissed that we were even fighting over something this stupid. And that some guy had to get knocked out because of it.”

The two of you were silent for a moment, listening to the buzz of the party below you.

“I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed at you, and I shouldn’t have beat up that kid and I shouldn’t have grabbed your hand so hard pulling you away.”

You snuggled closer to him, his big arms wrapping around you and pulling you onto his lap.

“I’m sorry I always screw up…” he admitted.

“We all screw up,” you reasoned, “just not to the degree that you do.”

He put his head down, “I’m teasing you!!”

“No, you’re right,” he held onto you tighter, “I’m just lucky to have someone as forgiving as you.”

“You know what else you’re lucky to have?”

“What?”

“A girlfriend who still has a lot more to learn golf-wise and a ton of new outfits to wear golfing with you.”

He chuckled, pulling you in by your chin to kiss you. “Missed you,” he confessed against your lips.

“It’s been like… 5 hours,” you said in between kisses.

“5 long hours,” he corrected.

“You know what else is long and can go for 5 hours?”

He broke out in a laugh, “I just apologized for being a dick two seconds ago and you’re already horny?”

“I’ve been since I saw you beat up Jack at the driving range.”

“Me beating a guy up gets you all riled up?”, he teased, squeezing your ass.

“Mhmmm,” you hummed, kissing him and letting him carry you into the bedroom. You paused, pushing his chest back, “Y’know what else you’re lucky to have?”

“Hmmm?”, he kissed along your neck, waiting for your response.

“A girlfriend who gets turned on by everything you do.”

“Amen to that.”

“That was so hot when you followed me in the Uber”, you admitted, only because you were tipsy and missed him too.

He laughed against your chest, “I love you so much.”

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