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Summary: Rafe is in for a pleasant surprise when you come back to the OBX for the Tanneyhill Halloween rager... Now an omega.
Word Count: 3,000
TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, alcohol consumption, a/b/o dynamics, knotting, breeding kink, creampie, oral f receiving, fingering, overstim, pussy slapping, dom!rafe, innocence kink ig?, light choking hehe
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There was always something about you that drew Rafe's attention - Sarah's sweet and unassuming best friend. While Sarah tended to be the life of the party, you were content to let her shine while you faded into the background, trying not to draw any attention to yourself. Rafe wonders how you've been able to fly under the radar for so long. After all, it's no secret that you're a knockout. He supposes it's because you stay so quiet, like a little mouse, and keep to yourself for the most part. Hell, if you weren't his little sister's best friend, chances are he never would've even noticed you at school.
This makes it all the better for him, of course. No competition when it comes to you. He always figured he'd sow his wild oats, fuck his way through college, and then settle down with a nice girl like you. Sure, you're not an omega, but presentation doesn't mean everything, right? He can knot all the omegas he needs and satisfy his urges. And then? He can have you. His pretty little beta.
So, he puts you out of his mind as best as he can, focusing on the omegas who serve his immediate purposes. But, no matter how hard he tries to do that, you're the face he imagines when he's fucking them, wondering what sort of noises you'll make, how your soft, warm body will feel under his own. He closes his eyes and tries to pretend they're you, but the voice is never right, or the feel of their skin is off. It's never right.
It's a shame that you're a beta, Rafe thinks that every day. A shy little thing like you would've made the perfect omega. God, he can see you right now, laying underneath him, taking his cock, begging him to fill you up with his knot, give you his pups. Rafe lets out a low groan, pulling out of the omega he was balls deep in, spilling himself on her back before abruptly dismissing her from his room. He grabs his phone to check his texts and is surprised to see a message from none other than his sister, asking him if he can keep an eye out for you at the party tonight just until she gets there since she's running late.
Well, that works out for him perfectly, truth be told. The Tanneyhill parties can get a bit wild, so he doesn't blame Sarah for wanting him to look out for you. After all, you're the only person Rafe has ever shown genuine care toward other than Wheezie. Sarah always assumed it was brotherly affection, that he saw you as the least annoying of her friends. But it was so much more. Rafe comes across as your stereotypical alpha, but there's more to him than that. That's why he knows you'd be perfect for him.
Tonight, he's finally going to make his move on you, his sweet little beta. You're back from your fancy new college on the mainland - Brown, he believes, for the annual Tanneyhill Halloween rager. Sarah's kept him apprised of your whereabouts so that he can look after you accordingly. Rafe can almost see you in his mind's eye, sitting with Scarlet or one of the other girls near the pool as you always did at parties. He wonders what you're dressing up as this year. Probably something low key as always. And he wonders If you look the same.
