Outer Banks Imagines

Helpless || angst & smut

Summary: After running from the cops, you shower at Rafe's house. Showering turns to more.
Word Count:2.6k
Warnings: drug use, alcohol, being objectified, hiding from the cops, begging, choking, kinda mean dom, smug male, my horrible writing
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Topper's birthday party was in full swing at his house, and you sat on the porch couch. Your shirt beginning to feel like a bad choice, being so low-cut. You heard the bubbling sound of the bong.
"Finally we bust out the contraband, hand it over?" you questioned Kelce.
"Oh me first!" Topper jumped in between you and the bong, grabbing it up and frantically taking a hit. He settled on the couch, taking a final one.
"Here you go M'lady" his use of words surprises you as he hands it to you, finally.
"Woah I didn't know you knew such chivalrous words," you laughed as you got ready to take a hit.
"What the fuck is chivalrous?" He asked, his head tilting to the side.
"Being nice to a woman," Rafe chimed in, he has been sitting staring at his phone almost the entire time. You took a second hit from the bing, holding your breath and laughing on your exhale.
"What the fuck would you know about being nice to women?" The obvious statement accumulated laughs and whoops from the room. You took your last final hit, setting the bong and lighter on the table.
"Oh I know plenty," Rafe winked, grabbing the bong, holding eye contact s he took his hit and proceeded to blow the smoke into your face. You fanned the smoke away and glare at Rafe, he leans back, stretching his arms out to both sides.
"Oh they're gonna have a fight," Kelce yelled, running and sitting close by, his eyes scanning you and Rafe incessantly.
You and Rafe were notorious for getting into staring contests. Both of you were stubborn and what some might call mean.
You leaned forward, resting your hands on your knees, pressing your boobs together. Using them to your advantage would for sure make Rafe break eye contact, he was a sex-crazed boy. Everyone gathered around, watching intently as you both stared at each other. You adjusted your body once again, feeling Topper looking from.
"Oh come on man she's wearing a lace bra, just look already," Topper said.
"Come on Rafe, look." you adjusted again.
"Never." He smirked at you.
"Come on objectify me, you know you want to," you smiled at him.
"Rafe break already, I'm bored I wanna do shots," Max whined, it had only been 2 minutes. She ran over and put her hands on both sides of Rafe's face. She tilted his head down, his eyes still glared into yours.
He finally gave in, looking down at your breasts.
"They're not even that good," he rolled his eyes, "I've seen better."
"Yeah right," you scoffed, "now how about those shots?" you got up leading the way to the kitchen. Your immediate friends trickled in slowly, shots were poured one after the other. You began to feel the weed and alcohol mixing with each shot. You sat on a chair, feeling light-headed.
You placed your hand on your forehead, squeezing your temples.
"You feelin' alright?" Rafe was towering over your hunched body. His hand reached out to your shoulder, squeezing lightly.
"I feel sick," you said, looking up into his eyes. "could you get me some water?"
"I guess," he left you in the chair, and you could feel the sudden coldness on your skin where his hand had just been. You felt your stomach churn. You stood, holding onto the chair for balance. Gaining your balance you made your way to the ground-level bathroom. You closed the door, sitting on the closed toilet. Closing your eyes and placing your hands over your eyes.
"Y/n?" you heard a light knock on the door.
"Hmm? You hummed in question.
"I have your water."
"Oh, come in."
Rafe entered the small bathroom, closing the door behind him. He handed you the water. Watching as you sipped on it.
"I think I had too much tequila," you said looking up at him again.
"Stop looking up at me," he said looking away quickly.
"Why?" you questioned, filling your cup again with the faucet.
"Cause I said so," He opened the door to leave, quickly turning around to shut off the faucet and slamming the door. He locked it.
"Wha-" you jumped.
"Shhh," he placed his hand over your mouth.
"The cops are here," he whispered, your eyes widened, "let's go out the window and wait until they leave."
"But I'm supposed to sleep at Topper's," you felt an adrenaline rush at the thought of getting caught.
"Well I don't think that's gonna happen, so just come on."
He pulled you up to your feet. He slowly pushed open the window, careful to stay quiet.
"That's too high," you looked over the edge and down at Topper's Mom's flowers.
"I'll go first and I'll catch you." Rafe began to put his foot out, then his leg. He landed gracefully.
"Okay come on," He urged.
"No, it's too high Rafe."
"Stop being a baby," He lifted one hand out, and you took it willingly. He was steady as you let all your weight fall onto him. He made it seem easy to catch an entire person.
"Okay come on, now we'll hop the fence to the neighbors," he set you down and headed towards the side fence.
Luckily, it was a small fence, but flower beds resided on either side.
You both squatted in the dirt of the flower beds, allowing them to hide you from the view. Watching as the police placed all your friends into cop cars. The cops entered the house once again, you could see lights flash in each room of the house.
"Fuck," you both said wide-eyed in unison at the sound of sprinklers sprouting from the ground and spraying you both. The ground beneath your feet turned to mud.
The cops pulled away, 4 cars, for one noise complaint.
"Okay, let's go," he pulled you harshly, and your feet went out from under you. You landed in the mud, it squished beneath your back.
"Jesus fuck," Rafe lifted you to your feet, "you're helpless."
He walked sternly to his car down the street. You picked the mud and leaves out of your hair.
"You're not getting in my car like that," Rafe stood at the driver's door.
"Well what do you want me to do?" you looked at him in disbelief.
"Strip," he smirked, getting in the car and slamming the door. You stood outside his door staring.
"You're serious?" you asked, he turned and smirked at you. You obliged removing your shirt, your aforementioned lace bra on display. You caught Rafe's eye in the side mirror. His eyes trail down your body. You shimmied out of your pants, folding them neatly and holding them.
You walked around, opening the passenger door and getting in, using your clothes to cover your lap.
"Where am I taking you?" he didn't turn to look. He stared straight forward, starting the car.
"I don't know, I can't go home now," your curfew was midnight and it was well after, not to mention the sleepover at Toppers'.
"You can sleep at mine, but you're taking the couch." His answer didn't surprise you, why would Rafe give up his bed for anyone?
"Yeah fine whatever.