ᯓ★ Everybody at Kildare County High knew who Rafe Cameron was.

Rich, reckless, unbelievably handsome.

And unfortunately for you—the same could be said about your account.

Not because you were trying to be famous.

It just… happened.

you started an onlyfans account.

Your sexy posts, late-night lives, teasing nudes, toys and sarcastic captions—people at school obsessed over them. Half the girls copied your style. Half the girls called you a slut.

Including Rafe Cameron. Though you didn’t know that yet.

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You matched on a dating app by accident.

At first, you thought the profile was fake.

No way the Rafe Cameron was sitting somewhere liking your pictures at two in the morning.

No way he was sending dry, cocky messages like: you always look this sexy in photos?

Or: thought pretty girls from Figure Eight only dated country club dudes when he found a video of you and a pogue.

But then he sent a selfie.

And yeah.

Unfortunately—it was really him.

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The conversations became constant after that.

Snarky replies during class.

Late-night FaceTimes neither of you admitted you enjoyed, which ended in sexting.

Him reacting to every story you posted within seconds like he practically lived on your account.

And the weirdest part?

Rafe already seemed to know things about you before you told him.

Your favorite music, your coffee order and the fact you always stayed up past 1AM.

“Ill buy you a designer bikini, make a video with it.” he said once casually.

You narrowed your eyes. “That sounds slightly pervy.”

He only smirked. “Maybe I’m dedicated.”

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One Friday night, you finally met in person.

Beach bonfire, too many people.

Too much noise.

You almost turned around the second you saw him leaning against his truck, shirtless, already watching you approach like he’d been waiting all night.

And when his eyes dragged slowly over your outfit—ofcourse, the awfully expensive bikini he bought that randomly delivered on your doorstep.

that smug smile appeared instantly. “There she is.”

“You’re staring.”

“Can you blame me?” Rafe asked easily. “You look different off-screen.”

You crossed your arms. “Different good or different bad?”

He stepped closer, definitely too close.

“Definitely good, baby.”

Your heartbeat sped up immediately, which only made his grin wider.

God, that was going to become a problem.

“You wanna come back to my place? maybe ill let you shoot a video for your account if you’re lucky.” He said with a wink.