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𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕 + 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕<3

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•this is just a fun account for silly fan fictionss of mainly Rafe Cameron and the ideas i get, please do not take anything seriouslyy!

•I am she/her, nineteen years old

• english is not my main/first language!! but i am trying so don’t mind grammar errors, please don’t hate on me for my writing and the way i think lol!

•My requests are always open and welcome to almost any kink/idea so feel freee

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𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

[audxno313]

“𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩?”

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: stepbro!rafe and his friends “help” correct your form in the home gym

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: foursome, stepcest, dumb, bimbo!reader + being taken advantage of, male oral, come swallowing two times, meanish rafe, unprotected piv, cream pied, they’re weird,

𝐚/𝐧: atp I’m gonna make a kook!boys masterlist i have so much ideas for these three i’m sorry but they’re so hott also wc is 1.8k

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It was a slow summer morning when you were curled up in your blankets, bored out of your mind trying to think of anything to do.

Thats when you remembered Tannyhill has a home gym you still haven’t tried out in the two months of living here

You stretched, put on your cutest gym set, and headed outside to the gym shed with a smile on your face

Sliding the door open as you hummed to yourself Not realising rafe and his friends were scattered across the room

Letting out a frightened noise as a hand flew to your chest

“Oh my gosh you guys scared me!”

a couple of them chuckled

“Hey bunny” Rafe greets you with that teasing nickname he knows irritates you, keeping his eyes low as he continues his bicep curls

“What’s up” “Yo” Kelce and Topper follow with your name

You give the two of them a soft smile

“Uhm is it alright if i stay in here and workout? I won’t be a distraction”

“You sure about that?” one of them mutter quietly with a smirk you don’t hear making the others hold in their giggles

They can’t really focus on what you’re saying when you stand there with that cute little top and mini shorts that ride up every time you move

“No” rafe says but it also looks like he’s hiding a smirk underneath

“N-no?’ Are you serious?” A confused look spread across your face as you crossed your arms in bargain

He smirks

“‘M playing,”

You take a reluctant step forward

“C’mon” he insists

You exhale an annoyed puff through your nostrils and step back in, setting up your little spot in the corner as they start having a conversation you can’t hear with your headphones blasting music.

——

You’re five minutes into your workout when you get a weird feeling that you have eyes on you.

You’re about to hold a squat until you feel out of place

Am I doing something wrong?

Is my form slack?

You question yourself.

Well, not to worry you literally have three ‘gymbros’ surrounding you that must know what they’re doing…

You take off your headphones and pause the music.

“Hey can someone come check my form, please?”

“Yeah-I can” topper rushed to say first

“No no I’ll help” kelce added with a grin

They all scrambled and overlapped over each other’s words to accept your favour until Rafe spoke up, silencing everyone

“‘f Course we can , where do you wanna start?”

“Well can you just check my form, like is my back too arched, am i not low enough?”

The three of them gathered around, crossing their arms like they were actually going to help you.

“Go ahead,” Rafe came closer, a dangerous look on his face

You get into the stance and squat down.

They go quiet in admiration, one of them letting out a whistle you seem to miss, another muttering a low “damn”

It’s been five seconds now and you haven’t heard a single word

“Uhm s-so how’s this?”

“Perfect” Topper lets out quietly you don’t hear much

“Sorry?” You question

“Yeah-yeah it’s pretty good” kelce nods

“You know I can’t see quite well from this angle why don’t you try doing a 360, yeah?”Rafe suggests and you genuinely believe he’s this determined to help

“Okay but it might look silly, don’t laugh” you warn jokingly

Your trying to hold the squat while spinning around in a three sixty, which you surprisingly do successfully, letting out an exhale and standing back up

“Ok how was that do you guys have any tips?” You smile, scanning their faces, and for some reason they have a weird look, like they were starstruck

“Hmm”

The two other boys hummed as they waited for Rafe to answer that, since he’s the only one that can do whatever he wants to you

“Sorry, didn’t see. do another spin.” He demands

You groan in pure annoyance at your step brother

“Rafe!”

“‘M bad” he says sarcastically

But you do it again anyway.

Well, only half do it since he made you hold it when your back side was facing them

“W-why?” You softly pant

“Do you want our help or not?”

“Yeah…”

“Then shut that mouth ‘f yours and let us”

he teases, and making you roll your eyes as far back as possible that it hurts

“Shit, ya’ll seein this too?” Kelce let’s out

“I can’t tell if you mean it’s good or bad…” you reply

“Your back is too hunched, arch it.”

And when you do Rafe smirks, squatting down to get a better view,

The three boys quietly chuckle and make perverted gestures behind you

“Good…good-fuck” Topper practically drools

“Okay I can’t hold it much longer it’s too hard!”

They swore they could’ve nutted right then and there at your innocent choice of words, not knowing that they’d be repeating that sound in their dirty minds when they finally get the chance to jerk off

“Yeah, ‘s perfect now, you can let go”

You pant, hands on hips

“Thank you guys so much!”

“ of course Anytime” topper smiles

“I’m available whenever if you need more help” kelce winks playfully making you giggle

“Well, while we’re at it why don’t we just help you with the rest of your little workout huh?” Rafe suggested

“Really?” Your eyes lit up, and so do the other two boys realising they’ll get more time to perv on you

“Y’ lucky your not pissin me off too much today” he plays it off smoothly

—-

You get into the position of a exercise you’re always too conscious about

They all watched, like they were actually invested, well they were, just in something else…

Your form was actually perfect but they had different plans, why not play with you some more?

“Hmm” one of them mumbled

“I’ll be honest, it’s not the best”

You exhale disappointment

“Ugh, i knew it…”

“You’re just very stiff, your hips, maybe legs jus need t’ be stretched but we can definitely fix that” Rafe lied straight in your face as the other two tried not to laugh at how stupid, but smart the lie was

“Okay, just tell me what to do I need ta get this down”

“See if you can touch your toes without bending your knees, because-y’know it’ll give your legs a nice stretch” even him himself tried not to laugh at how straightforward it was,

But surprisingly, (not really surprising) you listened, you folded yourself in half

“Am I stretching good?”

They’re truly speechless, the way you look so fuckable right now is killing them and so is the aching twitching bulge in their pants.

“Well-shit you will be soon” one of them say as they all chuckle

“Can i stop I think stretched enough…”

“Never enough” someone mutters so quietly

“Just hold still” rafe commands, bending down behind you and wrapping his big hand around your knee, stretching your hamstrings even further

As you let out a yelp

“Jus’ helping” he mocks

“I can’t really see great” topper squats down, almost letting out a groan at the sight of being so close

You hold it for about another ten seconds until you just can’t

“P-please can i stop?”

Rafe taps the back of your knee, implying for you to stand back up

“Bad news bunny,” rafe says casually

“What?” You bite down on your lip

“ I think something has happened to your leg and we’re gonna need to take a closer look”

“How do you know? Do i need the doctor?”

“No it’s not that bad,Just let us handle it.”

You hesitantly nod as they grab the workout bench and adjust it

“K lay down”

You lay down on it as the three of them surround, standing dangerously close

“Alright, listen boys, so what I’m thinking is all she needs is to relive some tension around this area yeah?”

They agree and nod like dogs

“Specifically…here” Rafe grazed two fingers over your clothed clit, testing his limits,

the boys immediately catching onto his plan

“Yeah-definitely i see where you’re coming from” kelce nods

“A hundred percent” Topper added

——

“Are you s-sure this is help-helping?You cry out as rafe pushes his cock into you

Both Your arms stretched out, one hand stroking Toppers cock, other hand stroking Kelces while they played with your boobs

This was exactly what they needed.

“Ask one more time and I won’t be so gentle” Rafe replies,half joking

You bite your lip and nod in response

“Feel good?” Rafe asks as a hand comes down to rub your clit filling you with an overwhelming pleasure,

“Yeah, yes please don’t stop ray”

making your hands stop for more than ten seconds when they lightly slapped your wrist to imply that you’re not done

“Come on y/n” Topper mocks

“I’m-i’m sorry ” you giggle, smiling back and forth at the two of them, drool now slipping down your chin

“Let me repay you boys for helping me!”

You lean over to suck Kelce off for a good twenty seconds, still stroking topper as you do so

“Fuck, her mouth feels so fuckin good, wait till y’all get a try, where’d you learn to suck dick baby?!”

“Bet you guys could imagine what this tight little pussy feels like huh squeezing me so tight” Rafe growls

“Alright keep it down y’all now I’m getting FOMO” Topper jokes

“But fuck, this pretty little hand does more than enough” he adds

Kelce finishes in your mouth, his warm liquid spilling down your throat

“Yeeeah” he groans

You look up at him and giggle,

Switching to Topper, wrapping your lips around his length, your hand remaining wrapped around kelce

“You weren’t lying Kelce” he grins

“pretty little thing, working so hard to be a whore for us”

You moan at rafes words and the way he hits your sweet spot annoyingly amazing, the vibration of your moans forcing a groan out of Topper,

His seed spilling down your throat

Thats two down

rafe was all that was left, but he was certainly close

And so were you, the two other boys playing with your tits, rubbing your nipples as Rafe was eight inches inside you,

You were so overwhelmed in the best way possible

“I’m coming ray! Feels too good”

“That’s a good bunny, so proud”

He feels you come on his cock and that’s what sends him over the edge

“Fuck ‘m gonna come-where you want it bunny?”

“Inside, please please!”

He almost chuckles at your unexpected desperation,

He doesn’t need to be told twice, his warm seed paints your walls and it feels so comforting, you shiver

“Was that a good thank you?”

[audxno313]

“𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩?”

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: stepbro!rafe and his friends “help” correct your form in the home gym

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: foursome, stepcest, dumb, bimbo!reader + being taken advantage of, male oral, come swallowing two times, meanish rafe, unprotected piv, cream pied, they’re weird,

𝐚/𝐧: atp I’m gonna make a kook!boys masterlist i have so much ideas for these three i’m sorry but they’re so hott also wc is 1.8k

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It was a slow summer morning when you were curled up in your blankets, bored out of your mind trying to think of anything to do.

Thats when you remembered Tannyhill has a home gym you still haven’t tried out in the two months of living here

You stretched, put on your cutest gym set, and headed outside to the gym shed with a smile on your face

Sliding the door open as you hummed to yourself Not realising rafe and his friends were scattered across the room

Letting out a frightened noise as a hand flew to your chest

“Oh my gosh you guys scared me!”

a couple of them chuckled

“Hey bunny” Rafe greets you with that teasing nickname he knows irritates you, keeping his eyes low as he continues his bicep curls

“What’s up” “Yo” Kelce and Topper follow with your name

You give the two of them a soft smile

“Uhm is it alright if i stay in here and workout? I won’t be a distraction”

“You sure about that?” one of them mutter quietly with a smirk you don’t hear making the others hold in their giggles

They can’t really focus on what you’re saying when you stand there with that cute little top and mini shorts that ride up every time you move

“No” rafe says but it also looks like he’s hiding a smirk underneath

“N-no?’ Are you serious?” A confused look spread across your face as you crossed your arms in bargain

He smirks

“‘M playing,”

You take a reluctant step forward

“C’mon” he insists

You exhale an annoyed puff through your nostrils and step back in, setting up your little spot in the corner as they start having a conversation you can’t hear with your headphones blasting music.

——

You’re five minutes into your workout when you get a weird feeling that you have eyes on you.

You’re about to hold a squat until you feel out of place

Am I doing something wrong?

Is my form slack?

You question yourself.

Well, not to worry you literally have three ‘gymbros’ surrounding you that must know what they’re doing…

You take off your headphones and pause the music.

“Hey can someone come check my form, please?”

“Yeah-I can” topper rushed to say first

“No no I’ll help” kelce added with a grin

They all scrambled and overlapped over each other’s words to accept your favour until Rafe spoke up, silencing everyone

“‘f Course we can , where do you wanna start?”

“Well can you just check my form, like is my back too arched, am i not low enough?”

The three of them gathered around, crossing their arms like they were actually going to help you.

“Go ahead,” Rafe came closer, a dangerous look on his face

You get into the stance and squat down.

They go quiet in admiration, one of them letting out a whistle you seem to miss, another muttering a low “damn”

It’s been five seconds now and you haven’t heard a single word

“Uhm s-so how’s this?”

“Perfect” Topper lets out quietly you don’t hear much

“Sorry?” You question

“Yeah-yeah it’s pretty good” kelce nods

“You know I can’t see quite well from this angle why don’t you try doing a 360, yeah?”Rafe suggests and you genuinely believe he’s this determined to help

“Okay but it might look silly, don’t laugh” you warn jokingly

Your trying to hold the squat while spinning around in a three sixty, which you surprisingly do successfully, letting out an exhale and standing back up

“Ok how was that do you guys have any tips?” You smile, scanning their faces, and for some reason they have a weird look, like they were starstruck

“Hmm”

The two other boys hummed as they waited for Rafe to answer that, since he’s the only one that can do whatever he wants to you

“Sorry, didn’t see. do another spin.” He demands

You groan in pure annoyance at your step brother

“Rafe!”

“‘M bad” he says sarcastically

But you do it again anyway.

Well, only half do it since he made you hold it when your back side was facing them

“W-why?” You softly pant

“Do you want our help or not?”

“Yeah…”

“Then shut that mouth ‘f yours and let us”

he teases, and making you roll your eyes as far back as possible that it hurts

“Shit, ya’ll seein this too?” Kelce let’s out

“I can’t tell if you mean it’s good or bad…” you reply

“Your back is too hunched, arch it.”

And when you do Rafe smirks, squatting down to get a better view,

The three boys quietly chuckle and make perverted gestures behind you

“Good…good-fuck” Topper practically drools

“Okay I can’t hold it much longer it’s too hard!”

They swore they could’ve nutted right then and there at your innocent choice of words, not knowing that they’d be repeating that sound in their dirty minds when they finally get the chance to jerk off

“Yeah, ‘s perfect now, you can let go”

You pant, hands on hips

“Thank you guys so much!”

“ of course Anytime” topper smiles

“I’m available whenever if you need more help” kelce winks playfully making you giggle

“Well, while we’re at it why don’t we just help you with the rest of your little workout huh?” Rafe suggested

“Really?” Your eyes lit up, and so do the other two boys realising they’ll get more time to perv on you

“Y’ lucky your not pissin me off too much today” he plays it off smoothly

—-

You get into the position of a exercise you’re always too conscious about

They all watched, like they were actually invested, well they were, just in something else…

Your form was actually perfect but they had different plans, why not play with you some more?

“Hmm” one of them mumbled

“I’ll be honest, it’s not the best”

You exhale disappointment

“Ugh, i knew it…”

“You’re just very stiff, your hips, maybe legs jus need t’ be stretched but we can definitely fix that” Rafe lied straight in your face as the other two tried not to laugh at how stupid, but smart the lie was

“Okay, just tell me what to do I need ta get this down”

“See if you can touch your toes without bending your knees, because-y’know it’ll give your legs a nice stretch” even him himself tried not to laugh at how straightforward it was,

But surprisingly, (not really surprising) you listened, you folded yourself in half

“Am I stretching good?”

They’re truly speechless, the way you look so fuckable right now is killing them and so is the aching twitching bulge in their pants.

“Well-shit you will be soon” one of them say as they all chuckle

“Can i stop I think stretched enough…”

“Never enough” someone mutters so quietly

“Just hold still” rafe commands, bending down behind you and wrapping his big hand around your knee, stretching your hamstrings even further

As you let out a yelp

“Jus’ helping” he mocks

“I can’t really see great” topper squats down, almost letting out a groan at the sight of being so close

You hold it for about another ten seconds until you just can’t

“P-please can i stop?”

Rafe taps the back of your knee, implying for you to stand back up

“Bad news bunny,” rafe says casually

“What?” You bite down on your lip

“ I think something has happened to your leg and we’re gonna need to take a closer look”

“How do you know? Do i need the doctor?”

“No it’s not that bad,Just let us handle it.”

You hesitantly nod as they grab the workout bench and adjust it

“K lay down”

You lay down on it as the three of them surround, standing dangerously close

“Alright, listen boys, so what I’m thinking is all she needs is to relive some tension around this area yeah?”

They agree and nod like dogs

“Specifically…here” Rafe grazed two fingers over your clothed clit, testing his limits,

the boys immediately catching onto his plan

“Yeah-definitely i see where you’re coming from” kelce nods

“A hundred percent” Topper added

——

“Are you s-sure this is help-helping?You cry out as rafe pushes his cock into you

Both Your arms stretched out, one hand stroking Toppers cock, other hand stroking Kelces while they played with your boobs

This was exactly what they needed.

“Ask one more time and I won’t be so gentle” Rafe replies,half joking

You bite your lip and nod in response

“Feel good?” Rafe asks as a hand comes down to rub your clit filling you with an overwhelming pleasure,

“Yeah, yes please don’t stop ray”

making your hands stop for more than ten seconds when they lightly slapped your wrist to imply that you’re not done

“Come on y/n” Topper mocks

“I’m-i’m sorry ” you giggle, smiling back and forth at the two of them, drool now slipping down your chin

“Let me repay you boys for helping me!”

You lean over to suck Kelce off for a good twenty seconds, still stroking topper as you do so

“Fuck, her mouth feels so fuckin good, wait till y’all get a try, where’d you learn to suck dick baby?!”

“Bet you guys could imagine what this tight little pussy feels like huh squeezing me so tight” Rafe growls

“Alright keep it down y’all now I’m getting FOMO” Topper jokes

“But fuck, this pretty little hand does more than enough” he adds

Kelce finishes in your mouth, his warm liquid spilling down your throat

“Yeeeah” he groans

You look up at him and giggle,

Switching to Topper, wrapping your lips around his length, your hand remaining wrapped around kelce

“You weren’t lying Kelce” he grins

“pretty little thing, working so hard to be a whore for us”

You moan at rafes words and the way he hits your sweet spot annoyingly amazing, the vibration of your moans forcing a groan out of Topper,

His seed spilling down your throat

Thats two down

rafe was all that was left, but he was certainly close

And so were you, the two other boys playing with your tits, rubbing your nipples as Rafe was eight inches inside you,

You were so overwhelmed in the best way possible

“I’m coming ray! Feels too good”

“That’s a good bunny, so proud”

He feels you come on his cock and that’s what sends him over the edge

“Fuck ‘m gonna come-where you want it bunny?”

“Inside, please please!”

He almost chuckles at your unexpected desperation,

He doesn’t need to be told twice, his warm seed paints your walls and it feels so comforting, you shiver

“Was that a good thank you?”

[bbywhitefox123]

Title: “Tutoring with Benefits”

Summary: manhater!reader is down to tutor rafe if he takes her virginity after.

Warnings: NSFW (smut), virgin!reader, enemies with benefits?, power play, size kink, library sex, dubcon-ish tension, mean!rafe, light degradation, sexual tension, p in v

MLIST, part two

You weren’t good at many things.

Flirting with guys you didn’t like.

Keeping a boyfriend for longer than two weeks.

Pretending not to cringe when a guy said something dumb in your DMs.

The bar was so low, and yet every single guy managed to trip over it.

Like the one at prom.

Cute enough. Nice enough. Until he fumbled the condom like it was a Rubik’s Cube and whispered “sorry, I’ve never done this before.” That was all it took for your vagina to shrivel up and your hand to reach for your clutch. You left him there, pants down, face red. Never looked back.

But you were smart.

Painfully so. The type of smart that got you labeled a bitch when you corrected the teacher. The type of smart that made group projects a solo mission. The type of smart that was going to finally come in handy.

Because Rafe Cameron had just failed his math test. And he needed you.

All your friends were obsessed with him.

“Rafe’s so hot.”

“Rafe has the best car.”

“Rafe knows what he’s doing, if you know what I mean.”

You didn’t care about the car. Or the last name. Or the fact that he looked like sin in khakis.

But you did care about the rumors.

Because if you were going to give up your virginity, it needed to be fast, forgettable, and by someone who knew exactly what they were doing.

So when the math teacher set up a tutoring session in the library, you didn’t even flinch when Rafe rolled his eyes and slouched into the chair across from you like he was being sent to the gallows.

“This gonna take long?” he grunted.

You flipped open your notebook.

“That depends.”

He raised a brow. “On what?”

You met his eyes without blinking.

“On whether or not you’re gonna take my virginity me after.”

He stared. Blinked once. Then he laughed. Right in your face. Loud, incredulous, like you were the joke of the century.

“You’re serious?” he said eventually, leaning back like he was getting comfortable. “Little Miss Know-It-All wants me to take her virginity?”

You didn’t answer. Just stared. Daring him.

He looked you up and down—tight cardigan, plaid skirt, thigh-high socks. Virgin uniform. You knew exactly what you were doing.

“You got a kink for assholes or something?”

You finally cracked a smile.

“No. I just want someone who won’t ask me if I came after two minutes.”

That shut him up.

He agreed.

You pulled your chair closer to the table, reaching into your bag for a pencil, but before you could grab it, his hand was on the back of your chair—pulling you. One sharp tug and you were gliding across the tile right up next to him. Your thigh hit his. He was warm, too warm, and way too solid.

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye.

He was already smirking. “Told you I don’t do math.”

“Good thing I do,” you said, opening the textbook.

You started explaining the first problem—something about slopes, something stupid—and that’s when you felt it.

His hand on your knee. Right above the band of your sock. Hot. Firm. Confident.

Your voice didn’t falter. But your breath caught, just for a second.

He noticed.

Of course he noticed.

“Didn’t peg you for the type to wear these,” he murmured, fingertips brushing higher.

“Didn’t peg you for the type to care.”

“I don’t. But they make your thighs look fuckable.”

You clenched your jaw. Kept talking about integers like he wasn’t slowly sliding his hand up your leg, fingers creeping beneath the hem of your skirt.

“So what,” you snapped under your breath, “you gonna feel me up while I tutor you?”

“Thought this was a two-way deal,” he said, lips way too close to your ear. “I let you play with my dick after, and I get to play with this now.”

His fingers curled around your inner thigh.

You should’ve stopped him.

Should’ve slapped his hand away.

But you didn’t.

Because he was warm and mean and capable, and your thighs were trembling.

“You ever been fingered before?” he asked suddenly, casual as ever.

You didn’t answer.

He smiled. “Didn’t think so.”

Two fingers slid under your panties. No warning. No softness. Just heat and pressure and the wet sound of your own arousal betraying everything your mouth refused to say.

“Fuckin’ soaked,” he muttered, almost annoyed. “All that mouth and you’re just sittin’ here letting me finger you like a good little slut.”

You slapped your pencil down. Grabbed his wrist under the desk.

“If you’re gonna do it,” you hissed, “do it right.”

His eyes flared. Your thighs parted.

You turned to face the textbook again, but your eyes couldn’t focus. Not when two of his fingers were working you open, slow and smug, like he had all the time in the world and knew exactly what he was doing.

“So, triangle bullshit,” he murmured, voice low in your ear. “What’s the one with the equal sides again?”

You clenched your jaw.

“Equilateral.”

“Mmm,” he hummed. “And if one side’s longer than the others?”

“Scalene,” you breathed, tightening your grip on the chair as he crooked his fingers just right—and God, if you weren’t careful, you’d—

“What’s this spot called?” he whispered suddenly, fingers curling again, teasing that perfect pressure point like he was answering his own question. “You know the one that makes you suck in your breath like that?”

You exhaled hard through your nose.

Bit the inside of your cheek.

“It’s called shut up,” you snapped, voice shakier than you wanted it to be.

He grinned.

“Smart mouth. Wet pussy.”

You let your head drop forward, breathing fast, fighting it—fighting him—but it was no use.

Because you couldn’t focus. Not when he was sliding those fingers deeper, not when his thigh pressed against yours like he was ready to pin you down and make you cum on his hand in a silent, dusty corner of the library.

“You wanted this, remember?” he murmured. “Big brain girl with her virgin pussy just begging for someone to ruin it.”

You clenched around him involuntarily.

“Jesus,” he groaned, pressing his palm flat against you now, grinding into that sweet spot until your legs trembled. “You’re gonna cum just like this, huh?”

You swallowed hard. Refused to give him the satisfaction.

So you stared down at the textbook, still open on the desk, and muttered: “Only if you shut the fuck up and let me teach.”

And somehow that made him even harder.

He pumped his fingers slow and deep, deliberately now, like he wanted to drag it out—wanted to see how long you could pretend this was still about math.

But your knees betrayed you. Shaky. Weak. Useless beneath the desk.

You bit your lip, trying to focus on the numbers blurred on the page, but then—

That molten heat coiled low in your belly.

And before you could stop it—before you could even warn him—your back arched slightly, your thighs tensed, and you came.

Hard. Quiet, but messy.

Hands trembling as they gripped the sides of the chair, knuckles white, breath caught in your throat.

He didn’t say a word.

Just pulled his fingers out slowly, wet and glistening—and then, like a fucking menace, wiped them clean on the hem of your skirt. Your skirt.

“So,” he said casually, like nothing had happened, flipping the page of the book and leaning back in his chair, “how do I find the hypotenuse again?”

You blinked at him. “Seriously?”

He gave you a look. Innocent. Infuriating. Smug.

“What? You’re the tutor. Teach me.”

You stared. Jaw tight. Skirt damp. Legs still recovering.

And he had the audacity to reach for your pencil and twirl it between his fingers like he hadn’t just fingered the attitude out of you in under five minutes.

“You’re such a dick,” you muttered.

He smirked. Didn’t even look up from the page.

“Yeah,” he said. “But I’m a dick who passes math now, thanks to you.”

You rolled your eyes and turned your attention to the book again. And began explaining the difference between sine and cosine, tapping your pencil against the page with that practiced patience that came from being the smartest girl in a room full of idiots.

Rafe Cameron just looked like your latest idiot.

“Okay,” you said, underlining a triangle on the worksheet. “If angle A is here, then sine is the opposite over hypotenuse. Cosine is adjacent over hypotenuse. Got it?”

“Not really,” he muttered, blinking at the page like it was written in Greek. “Can’t even see from here.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s not my fault you’re sitting like you’ve got a court-mandated fifty feet between you and the concept of effort.”

He grinned at that—wolfish. And then he leaned forward, way too close. “Then come show me.”

Before you could object, he reached for your waist—bold, cocky, like he'd done it a thousand times—and pulled you down right into his lap.

“Rafe,” you warned, trying not to react, but your ass was already on his thighs.

“What?” he said, tone feigned-innocent. “You said I’m failing. Desperate times, right?”

His breath was warm on your cheek. His hands still on your waist, holding you there like it was his desk, his chair, his rules. And when you tried to shift away, that’s when you felt it.

The very-not-subtle pressure beneath you.

Your body froze. Your mouth went dry.

He noticed. Of course he did.

“See?” he said, low and smug. “Now I can hear better. And see everything.”

You swallowed. “You’re disgusting.”

“You’re still sitting here.” He gave your hips the smallest tug. Your thighs clenched. You hated how warm you were getting, how heavy the air felt.

“So go on,” he murmured. “Teach me something, tutor girl.”

You narrowed your eyes, defiantly reaching for the pencil and tapping the page again. “Fine. Next problem. You’ll probably screw this one up too.”

But you didn’t stop shifting in his lap.

And he didn’t stop smirking like he’d already passed the class.

You cleared your throat, trying to focus on the paper in front of you, your finger tracing the triangle you’d sketched out for the fourth time.

“So, sine is the ratio of the side opposite the angle to the hypotenuse,” you said, voice a little too sharp to sound calm. “And cosine is—”

You tensed when you felt his hands shift at your waist.

A slow tug.

Then your hips were moving—no, he was moving them—grinding you down against the hard line in his pants like this was part of the lesson.

“You seriously—” you started, breath catching.

“Keep going,” he said smoothly, lips brushing just behind your ear. “I learn better with visuals.”

You hated how your thighs clenched.

You hated how your body was responding to him. Because he could feel it. The damp heat pressed against the front of his pants. The way your breath had started to catch after every slow rock of your hips.

“You’re pathetic,” you muttered, forcing your voice steady.

“And you’re soaking through your panties on a library chair,” he shot back, smug and low. “Guess we’re both full of surprises.”

Your fingers curled around the pencil, knuckles white, and still—you didn’t get up. Because the worst part wasn’t that he was cocky. Or right. Or impossibly hot. It was that you wanted him to keep going.

“...cosine is adjacent over hypotenuse,” you managed to whisper, eyes on the paper, voice thin.

He chuckled against your neck, teeth grazing your skin. “Smart and filthy. Keep teaching me, baby.”

That caught you off guard and you dropped your. It rolled forward, toward the centre of the library table, just out of reach. And without thinking—still trying to act normal—you shifted forward to grab it.

Just a small movement. A slight lift of your hips.

But it was enough.

You stood halfway, leaning forward to snatch the pencil, your skirt riding up in the process.

And Rafe? He went completely still.

You didn’t even need to turn around to feel it—the way his hands clenched against your hips, the tension in his thighs, how quiet he suddenly got.

But when you glanced over your shoulder—

His eyes were locked between your legs.

Right where your panties clung, still damp, the hem of your skirt barely covering you.

He didn’t even blink.

“You done staring?” you asked, voice cool, fingers curling around the pencil.

“No,” he said bluntly.

You rolled your eyes and sank back down into his lap, slower this time. Deliberate. “Pervert.”

“Say it like you don’t love it,” he muttered against your jaw, hands finding your thighs again, thumbs stroking up toward the edge of your skirt.

You should’ve moved.

You should’ve told him to knock it off.

But your thighs parted just a little when his fingers brushed between them. And when he caught that? He grinned like he’d won a bet.

“Thought you hated guys like me,” he whispered smugly.

“I do,” you shot back, leaning in close. “You’re just barely human.”

“Good,” he murmured, palm pressing against your pussy. “Because I’m not trying to be your boyfriend.”

“Good,” you hissed, biting your lip. “I wouldn’t let you.”

His grin widened. “Then let me do this instead.”

He yanked you up by the hand with a grin that made your stomach twist—not in a romantic way. In a what the hell am I doing way.

You didn’t resist. Of course you didn’t.

“Come on,” he muttered, already tugging you toward the back of the library.

You knew where he was headed. The old staff room. That forgotten space no one used anymore since the teachers got upgraded to a lounge upstairs. It still smelled like paper and carpet glue and ancient coffee.

You hesitated in the doorway.

“This is gross,” you said, wrinkling your nose. “I should’ve picked literally anywhere else.”

“Too late for that, smart girl,” Rafe replied, voice low, already stepping inside.

And just like that, his hands were back on you—sliding around your waist, bold and rough like he owned you. You hadn’t even said yes. You hadn’t said no either. That was the problem.

“Still time to back out,” he murmured, but his tone said he didn’t think you would.

You didn’t move.

“Didn’t take you for shy,” he added, hands inching lower, finding the hem of your skirt.

“I’m not,” you said flatly, locking eyes with him. “I just like to think before I do something irreversible.”

He chuckled. His hands tightened just slightly on your hips.

“Too late for that too.”

Then—suddenly—you were off the ground. Your legs wrapped around him without thinking, and he carried you toward the center of the room like you weighed nothing, ignoring the dusty books scattered across the table. He swept a few aside with one arm and sat you down like you belonged there.

His hands slid to your thighs, slow and greedy, like he was memorizing everything before you changed your mind. You didn’t. Then he slowly tugged your underwear down your legs

“What?” you asked when you caught him smirking.

“Didn’t expect a bow,” he said, nodding toward your underwear with a grin. “Didn’t think you’d want to look cute.”

You gave him a flat look.

“I do. It’s for me. Not for you.”

“Sure,” he said, stepping between your legs. “Keep telling yourself that.”

You shoved his shoulder—but didn’t push him away. Your hands stayed on him. And your heart was beating a little too fast for someone who supposedly hated boys.

He reached down, fingers unzipping his pants without hesitation. You, meanwhile, loosened your tie with a flick of your wrist and undid the top two buttons of your blouse. Suddenly the room felt suffocating, the dust, the books, the way he was looking at you—all of it.

But then you saw it. Him. And your legs instinctively closed.

Your heart jumped, your breath caught somewhere in your throat, and you looked away for the first time since this whole thing started. Your confidence cracked just slightly.

"What?" he drawled, clearly amused. "Second thoughts now?"

You didn’t answer.

"All that talk just to let me drag you in here to get shy now?"

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. You hated the smug way he looked at you—but it was also the reason you were here. You wanted someone who wouldn’t get too soft. Who wouldn’t ask if you were okay ten times. Someone who would just… do it. You just didn’t expect it to feel this real.

"You look like you're about to bolt," Rafe added, stepping closer, his hands resting on your knees.

You didn’t move. You were frozen. But your silence spoke volumes.

He leaned in, voice low, almost a growl. "I’ll go slow."

You finally looked at him again. That cocky, sharp grin was gone. His eyes were serious now. Grounding.

You nodded.

That was all he needed. Gently, his hands parted your knees again, his touch slow but firm, and he stepped between your legs. One hand gripped the back of your thigh, the other braced against the table. You felt the tip of his dick against you—your breath hitched.

“Scared?” he muttered with a smirk.

“Shut up,” you breathed.

You tilted your hips just slightly. Just enough. And he adjusted himself, guiding his hips closer, letting you feel the pressure but not the full force—not yet.

"Breathe," he said.

You didn’t realize you’d been holding it.

He met your eyes, dark and unreadable, then slowly pulled the foil off the condom. The crisp tear echoed in the quiet room. You swallowed hard, watching as he rolled it down with deliberate care.

“Ready?” His voice was low, teasing, but there was something sharp underneath it.

You bit your lip, feeling your heart thudding in your chest. “I’m not backing out,” you said, though doubt flickered beneath your words.

He smirked, but didn’t say anything. Instead, he pressed his fingers into your hip, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

Then he pushed in—slow, careful at first—but you gasped sharply. The ache was immediate, raw, unfamiliar.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered, voice rough.

You clenched your jaw, gripping the edge of the table, trying not to show how sharp the pain was.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said, his hand tightening on your hip. “I can stop.”

You shook your head, voice barely a whisper. “No. Keep going.”

He moved again, slow and sure, but you still winced.

“You’re not making this easy,” he growled with a half-smile, eyes locked on yours. “But you’re tougher than I thought.”

You gave him a glare but said nothing. You hated how much it burned, hated how your body betrayed you by trembling.

“Breathe,” he said softly, as if it was the simplest thing.

You forced a shaky breath, cheeks flushed.

“Good girl.” His voice softened just a bit, but the edge never left.

You swallowed hard and leaned forward, letting the sting mix with something hotter that made you hate yourself for wanting it.

He paused the moment he started to push inside, holding you still so you couldn’t pull away. His palm flattened against your hip, keeping you steady.

“Breathe,” he murmured, voice low and firm. “In… and out.”

You gasped, teeth clenched, fingers digging into the edge of the table as he eased that first inch in.

“Fuck, that hurts,” you hissed, brow creasing.

He froze, thumb stroking your cheek as if to soothe you, but his eyes were hard.

“Shut up and breathe,” he ordered softly.

You swallowed the protest that rose in your throat and did as he said, each breath shaky. He paused again, angling himself so the pain sharpened into a burn.

“Jesus,” he groaned, pushing forward a little more. “I forgot what virgins felt like.”

You bit your lip to keep from crying out, nodding once so he’d keep going. He gave a single, slow thrust, just far enough to stretch you further.

“You good?” he asked, voice surprisingly gentle now that the worst was over.

You closed your eyes, both in pain and—confusingly—in relief.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Just… keep going.”

He steadied you against his chest, one arm around your back, the other braced on the table. Then he set into a deliberate rhythm, every movement measured.

“Damn,” he muttered, leaning close enough that you felt his breath catch. “Look at you. Squeezing me like that.”

You opened your eyes, met his gaze. Pain and defiance flickered on your face.

“Shut up and move,” you shot back, voice raw.

He smirked against your ear.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, and then he did.

The sharp sting began to dull, replaced by a slow, consuming warmth that spread through you. Your breath hitched, caught somewhere between surprise and something dangerously close to pleasure. Your head fell back, exposing your throat, and you gasped—half in shock, half because it felt... good.

Rafe’s smirk deepened at the sight, like he’d just won some private battle. His lips found your neck in a slow, claiming kiss, teeth grazing the sensitive skin beneath your jaw. Your mouth parted instinctively, breath coming heavy and ragged.

“Like that, huh?” he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction.

You didn’t answer, too caught up in the flood of sensation—the rough pull of his hands, the steady rhythm that was no longer just taking, but something raw and urgent, something that made your knees shake beneath you.

He pressed closer, his breath warm against your skin, and the room seemed to shrink until it was only the two of you—broken breaths, racing hearts, and the electric heat of a first time you never saw coming.

Your teeth sank into your lip, holding back a scream as your thighs trembled uncontrollably and your stomach clenched tight with the wave crashing through you. The way your walls clenched and sucked around him made Rafe grunt deep in his throat, his grip on you tightening, arms like iron locking you close against his chest.

He sped up, every thrust rougher, more desperate, dragging you both toward the edge together.

“Fuck,” he growled, voice raw and low.

The world spun, breaths tangled and hearts hammering as you both rode the tide, muscles quivering, skin slick with sweat.

You came hard, shuddering around him, and his release followed moments after, his body stiffening as he groaned your name into the quiet room.

For a beat, everything was still — just the sound of ragged breathing, and the heat of him pressed against you.

Then Rafe pulled back slightly, smirking like he’d won some private battle. “Not bad for your first time,” he teased.

You shot him a glare, breath still heavy.

“Don’t get used to it,” you snapped, but your cheeks burned—partly from the intensity, partly from something you weren’t ready to name.

You swung your legs off the table, nearly collapsing as the exhaustion hit you full force—your legs trembling so badly you had to steady yourself against the edge. You were still dripping, slick and warm, your body buzzing in a haze that made thinking impossible.

Rafe smirked, sliding your damp panties into his back pocket with a devilish grin as he zipped up his jeans, silently hoping you wouldn’t notice they were missing. And honestly, you didn’t—the fog in your head was too thick. All you wanted was the bathroom, to rinse off and get some distance from whatever the hell just happened.

But as you pushed the door open, the librarian stood there, arms crossed, eyebrows knitting together in a strict frown.

“What… exactly…” she started, voice low and suspicious, “…is going on in here?”

You froze, cheeks burning hotter than you thought possible, your mouth suddenly dry.

Rafe stepped up behind you, cool and collected, like this was just another day.

“Just helping her with some extra credit,” he said smoothly, his gaze flicking to you for backup.

You swallowed hard, trying to look innocent even though every nerve screamed otherwise.

“Yeah, extra credit,” you echoed, voice tight.

The librarian didn’t look convinced, but with one last glare, she turned and walked away, leaving you both standing there in the awkward, charged silence.

Rafe grinned, nudging you lightly. “Looks like we’ll have to be more careful next time.”

You rolled your eyes.

There was not going to be a next time.

[ibeetlebum]

𓂃✍︎ fratboy!rafe and the frat boys' car wash . . .

summary: you were forced into having the fraternity bros wash your car when your mother practically dragged you into it.

content: flirty frat boy!rafe, cat (rafe) & mouse (reader) dynamics

taglist: @rosetintmworld @rafesgreasycurtainbangs

It was just supposed to be a quick tour of your campus and your dormitory, a little drive around the area so your mom feels more familiar with the environment her own daughter have adapted to.

"Pretty close to the campus, right?" You smiled from the passenger seat as she drove out of the driveway of your rented dorm once she was satisfied enough with checking it out, "I can even wake up just a tad late and still be early."

A tender laugh escaped your mom, hands on the wheel and driving down the road you've gone through since the start of the semester, "Not so expensive too, huh?" She nodded in approval.

Only then did her eyes land on a certain event going on on the side of the street. "Oh look! A car wash!" She exclaimed cheerfully, the wheels of your car immediately redirecting to that certain part of the street, "Your old man will be so happy to know his car's washed up after that awful rain last night." She snorted, patting your hand.

The moment your eyes followed her gaze, your smile vanished from existence. "Mom, no!"

Because, sure, a clean car would be perfection in your dad's eyes. But a clean car due to the hands of frat boys and witnessing it happen from within the car sounds like a torture in hell for you.

Especially when your mom parked the car right by Rafe Cameron and his closest frat bros. A frat boy with a cocky smirk, cap always on backwards, with an arrogant and snobby kook attitude as the cherry on top that makes him somewhat unbearable in your eyes.

How you wished you could evaporate into thin air when your mom rolled down her window with that wide smile on her face.

Topper Thornton first approached the car, grinning a toothy grin, "Ma'am." He winked at your mom, shirtless torso leaning against the side of her car door, his eyes just briefly glancing your way with an amused chuckle.

Before your mom could speak, you raised a hand to interrupt her quick, "Are the sorority girls doing the car wash too?"

At this point, even having to witness the tiniest skanky bra one of those girls would wear is better than having shirtless exasperating frat boys wash your car.

"Just us, sweetheart."

Of course he had to show up. What better time for Rafe Cameron to actually put work into his car washing other than when your parents' dirty car pulled over? Was it perfect timing or was he just being annoying?

"Cameron." You sighed, nodding tiredly as you slowly sank down the passenger seat, praying to god for a miracle of becoming invisible.

Noticing your familiarity with Rafe, your mom beamed with excitement, "Oh, who is this, darling?" She asked, watching as Rafe squeeze out the drenched, soapy sponge, his skin perfectly sunkissed; shirtless with that stupid backward hat still on.

"No one important."

"Rafe Cameron, ma'am."

He was smiling, all performative and charming wannabe! It sickens you seeing him trying to act all sweet and perfect in front of your mom, you might as well jump out the driver's window to strangle him in 3... 2...

Your mom turned her head towards you, almost giggling as she grabbed your hand, whispering enthusiastically to you, "He's cute!"

Looking back at Rafe, all you saw was his wide toothy grin, gaze completely locked onto the pissed off look you had on your face. He was enjoying it all too much, his face alone was practically mocking you. And even with every second you look at him, even with squinted eyes, you still couldn't find this "cute" factor your mom have found in him.

A scoff escaped your lips, rolling your eyes at him. "Just go wash the car. Squeaky clean." You waved him off, or rather tried to.

"Tell me more about yourself, Rafe."

"Mom!"

Rafe chuckled, the stupid grin on his stupid face only widening as he stepped closer to your mom's window, his lean torso practically put on a showcase for the both of you.

"Well, I guess I can say that I'm majoring in business, I play golf, and…" He shot you one glance. A glance that just tells you he's looking for mischief, "…I asked your daughter out on a date once."

A gasp escaped your mom, looking back at you, "I've never heard of this!" The look on her face was an odd combination between disappointment towards you and excitement towards the news, "How come I've never heard of this?!"

"Because it never actually happened, mom." You groaned, "He—"

"—Needed your permission." Rafe completed with more lies, "I told her I'd need your full consent to proceed with the date."

His never-ending lies only made your mom believe more and more that he's such a distinguished gentleman.

"Such a lie!-"

"How thoughtful and respectful." Your mom said in awe, close to actually tearing up from the "angel" in front of her, "Well, you've definitely won my permission now!" She laughed.

It took you a good amount of six seconds to realize she was genuinely giving Rafe Cameron the permission to take you out on a date. It felt like one of those wattpad stories of being sold by your mom to one direction. Except instead of the gorgeous Zayn Malik, you got the irritating Rafe Cameron.

Your mom smiled wide and happy, "Oh please, sweetheart, just go on a date with this cute boy." She subtly pleaded, "Don't you wanna make your mom happy?"

Well... you don't get that bright of a smile on her face every day. It's kinda sad.

It's his smile that suffocates you.

On one hand, you wanted to give your mom what she wanted, especially since you think she's trying hard to give you puppy dog eyes. On the other, you just wanted her to drive away from Rafe Cameron. Even better if she drives over him. Just to get away from his self-absorbed, cocky, shit-eating—

"Whatever." You sighed, already sinking in the passenger seat and regretting even letting her drive the car by the time she finally ended the convo with him with a cheerful shriek.

Delighted by your response, with a cocky and arrogant smirk on those lips, Rafe Cameron proudly washed your car, the wet, soapy sponge in his hand dripping while he lingered by your side of the car, stalling washing the roof of the car just to give you more time to appreciate his bare torso showcased in your window.

He surely must've thought you'd spread your legs open just at the sight of his glistening torso. But a difficult girl like you just makes this ten times more enjoyable for Rafe.

And just to make sure you know you're stuck with him, he leaned his face down by the window, grinning and winking at you before aiming the hose right at where your annoyed face was behind the window.

"You're dead." You mouthed through the window, looking like the equivalent to an angry rat clenching its fist.

"You're mine." He mouthed back, shooting you a wink before squeezing soap onto the window, blurring away your sight of him.

One way or another, he was already planning the date.

[rafesangelita]

♡ gooning to your instagram page was a regular occurrence for stepbro!rafe, but getting caught? that’s something that didn’t happen everyday..

warnings: stepcest, reader is bit of a bimbo, male masturbation, rafe is super pervy and kinda icky in this lol, name calling, handjob, messy kissing, oral (f. receiving), praise, mutual pining (?), dirty talk, pussy slapping, overstimulation, unprotected sex, rafe is a loser so premature ejaculation, marking, cock warming, multiple orgasms, creampie

wc: 2.0k

“such a fucking slut, ‘posting shit like this.” rafe cursed under his breath, his phone in one hand and his cock in the other. jerking off to your slutty instagram account had become a part of his daily routine. he hated that you were so active on it, but then again, if it wasn’t for you, he wouldn’t have so many pictures and videos to keep him sane while he fantasized about fucking his bratty little stepsister. pathetically enough, rafe knew he had to keep his grimy hands off of you, and fuck, did it piss him off. to have something so close, yet so far out of his reach.

your story highlights alone was enough to hold him off for the next year, but your actual posts? he swore anyone who came across your page was in gooning heaven. he’d never admit it, but he once spent two entire hours jerking off to a video he had secretly took of you two having a ‘whoever could eat their cone the fastest’ contest, his cock raw and aching to be left alone by the time he decided to give it a rest. he was mesmerized, watching you lick and lap at the icecream, the sweet succulence dripping down your chin, and eventually your tits when you couldn’t keep it from melting.

his eyes screwed shut at the memory, the video currently playing on his phone not being any different. instead of icecream dribbling down your chin, it was whatever alcohol your best friend had just poured in your mouth, the excess liquor running down your neck and chest. you had squealed when you swallowed the burning substance, your tits bouncing as you jumped excitedly with your friends. rafe groaned at the sight. you couldn’t be that oblivious, right??? at some point you had to know what you were doing when you posted this for everyone to see?

your micro bikini top did nothing to support the weight of your tits, a nipple peeking out before you innocently tucked it back underneath the poor excuse of pink material. he clicked out of your story and immediately blew up the image of your recent post. you were on all fours, face down and ass up as your skin sparkled underneath the neon lights of the party you had went to earlier tonight. you looked like you were straight out of a playboy magazine. rafe groaned, his chest heaving as he teetered the edge of cumming all over himself.

he thought about manhandling you out of that bikini and fucking you stupid for wearing it out in the first place. he’s had to watch you whore yourself out for nearly a year already, his life becoming a living hell since the day you first moved in and introduced yourself with that stupid faux innocent look in your eyes. the mini skirts you never failed to bend down in front of him in, the tube tops that basically had your tits spilling out of them, fuck, there was so many things about you that made him horny out of his mind. “oh, shit!” rafe dropped his phone, his door opening just as his orgasm washed over him.

“what the f-fuck?!” he was trembling underneath the covers, his eyes widening as you quietly shut his door behind you. “what are you doing?” he whispered, fumbling around as his high still had his hips stuttering. you giggled, watching as his face morphed into one of full blown pleasure before he turned away from you. “i just wanted to check on you since i heard noises, that’s all..” you sat down on the edge of his bed, biting your lip as his back muscles rippled beneath his skin, your eyes moving to the phone next to him. “oh, well you couldn’t have picked a better time?” rafe scoffed.

you flipped the device over, gasping softly when you saw your instagram illuminating the screen. “hey, that’s me!” you laughed, taking his phone in your hand and holding it up to him before he lunged for the thing, taking you down with him. “rafe!” you yelped, his hand coming up to clasp over your mouth. “shut the fuck up! you’re gonna get us in trouble, dummy!” he cursed, his face just centimeters away from your own. you swallowed thickly, nodding as he slowly moved his hand down. “why am i on your phone?” you asked, noticing the way his pupils blew wide at your question.

“what?” he faltered, watching as a smile formed on your lips. “oh my god—” the realization hit you when you looked down, his bulge prominent in his boxers. “were you touching yourself?” rafe’s eyebrows knitted together as he backed away, looking at you as if you had just insinuated the most offensive thing he’s ever heard. “a-are you serious? of course not—” you trailed your hand down, cupping him through the thin material, “it’s okay if you were.. i do it too.” rafe froze, inspecting your face for any kind of hint that you were joking. you weren’t.

“what the fuck are you talking about?” he said through gritted teeth. you peered up at him innocently, batting your eyelashes at him as he made no attempt to move away from you. “i touch myself and think about you, ray. all the time.” you whispered against his lips, placing a soft kiss there before letting your head fall back against his pillows. “i know it’s wrong, but i can’t help it..” this was rafe’s wet dream coming true. “whenever you walk around shirtless i just imagine riding your abs. you’re so strong, rafe, i think about you choking me with these arms.” you ran your nails up the skin of his forearm.

holy fuck.

rafe didn’t believe he could ever be this turned on in his life. “yeah?” he let himself relax, your fingers slipping underneath the waistband of his boxers as you gripped him at the base. you felt the sticky residue from his previous orgasm in your palm, a hum leaving your lips at the revelation. “did i make you cum already?” the man above you groaned. how you sounded so sweet asking the most dirtiest question was beyond him. “fuck— yes, you did,” he nodded, his mouth parting once you started stroking him, “may i pleaseee make you cum again?” rafe nodded frantically, his hips thrusting into your palm.

taking your lips in a searing kiss, rafe didn’t hold back from slipping his tongue in your mouth, the sensation making you moan as you two practically drooled over one another. he wasn’t gentle in the slightest, his teeth nipping your bottom lip when you ran your thumb over his throbbing tip. “oh, god,” he hissed, pulling away momentarily to inspect your outfit.. or lack thereof. you laid underneath him in nothing but a sheer night top, your g-string sitting perfectly between your puffy folds. “you look so fucking hot.” rafe breathed out, cupping your tits before rolling your nipples between his fingers.

you gasped, spreading your thighs so he could lay between them. “i need to taste you, please let me,” he pressed a sloppy kiss to your chin, both of your lips glossy with spit. you moaned, whimpering a ‘yes, please!’ as he snaked down your body. when he got to eye level with your soaking cunt, he teased you by slowly moving your sorry excuse of ‘panties’ aside before spreading you open. you shuddered, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you waited for his next move. pinning your thighs to the tops of his shoulders, rafe kissed your sensitive bud before diving in.

immediately, your back arched off of his mattress when his tongue attacked your poor clit, the back of your hand muffling your scream as your thighs clamped around his head. you were squirming, nails digging into his skin for dear life as he ate you like a man starved. “if only you knew,” rafe spoke, “i’ve been losing sleep over this pussy, ‘been wanting to do this since day fucking one.” you cried out at his words. you’ve wanted him for yourself the second he helped you with your moving boxes, that smug smirk on his face drawing you in since the very beginning.

your hips unintentionally chased his mouth, his hands pinning you down in place. “feels so good!” you whined, propping yourself up on your elbows so you could watch him. the tip of his nose was glistening with your slick, his tongue poking your entrance as lapped away at your juices. he was so good at this, you felt jealousy pooling in your tummy for any other girls who might’ve seen this sight, and felt his skilled tongue. “you taste so fucking good, this is unreal.” he marveled, sucking your clit before rolling your sensitive bundle of nerves between his lips. you gasped sharply, a scream sitting on the tip of your tongue.

rafe continued like this until you attempted to move away from him again. grabbing a pillow from your side, you smothered your face with it as he pushed you over the edge, a high like never before washing over you in waves of pure ecstasy. rafe watched you shake and thrash underneath him, his pussy drunk gaze raking down your trembling form. you moaned, sobbed, and cried until all you could do was whimper in sensitivity. “no more,” you sighed, your body jolting as rafe flicked his tongue continuously over your clit. black dots spotted your vision, your heart beating fast in your ears.

“..can’t take it, rafe!” you sobbed, tears welling in your eyes as he dismissed your cries. “yes, you can, you’re gonna have to..” just as you were going to ask him what he meant by that, he kept your legs on his shoulders as he stood up, slamming into you without warning. you couldn’t conceal the sound this time, your shriek bouncing off of the walls of rafe’s room. turning his head to see if the door was locked, he cursed under his breath when he saw it wasn’t. “you just want us to get caught, huh?” you shook your head, your nails digging into the flesh of his stomach.

rafe covered your mouth, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you felt him pinch your clit. “just give me one more, baby, that’s all. ‘wanna feel this pussy squeezing around me when i fill you up with my cum.” you had tears running down your cheeks now. embarrassingly enough, rafe felt his climax approaching fast, his cock still aching from cumming not even twenty minutes ago. overstimulated and hysterical, you were spasming around rafe’s length in no time, every ridge of his cock bringing you to your final orgasm of the night, rafe following suit.

he leaned down, grunting praises in your ear while he painted you white inside, your thighs shaking uncontrollably against his chest. not daring to remove his hand away from your face yet, he sucked bruises into the skin of your neck, marking you as his own. you laid limp like on his bed, taking the last few of his thrusts before he stilled completely. you were a fucked out mess to say the least. gently placing your legs down, rafe stayed nestled inside of you as he pulled you against him. unintentionally, you had started tracing shapes into his skin, a sheen of sweat coating his forehead as you two kissed.

“this just made a lot of shit complicated.” he stroked your chin, your glassy eyes flickering over his face. “not really,” you started, “we’ll just be sneaky.” rafe blinked slowly, a groan rumbling from his chest as you clenched around him. “look down, i want you to see something.” you did as he said, a small whine leaving your lips as he pulled out, his cum dribbling out of with ease. “i’m the only one who can have this pussy, you understand?” you nodded, pecking his cheek before wrapping your arms around his neck. “come on, let’s get you back to your room before world war three breaks out in this house.”

[audxno313]

Summary: you need to sneak into enemy!rafes room to find the gun he used to murder sheriff peterkin

warnings: SLAPPING!! (from both sides), piv, smut, degradation, mentions of gun, nickname brat, rafe making reader slap herself repeatedly, y/n basically getting caught by pope, dom!rafe, sub!reader also this was really rushed so dmm

wc: 1.8k

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The twinkie rocked outside the cameron estate as you tried to negotiate

“Why does it have to be me?!”

Jj scratched the back of his head

“Well-yeah it does I mean he likes you”

you roll your eyes at how stupid he sounds when he lies

“plus if he catches you, which he won’t, you can just turn the tables and seduce him with your-“

You cut him off in a panic

“I thought you guys said he wasn’t home?”

Pope chimed in

“He’s not, kiara found him at the wreck half an hour ago, no update since then but, you’re good just be careful”

You nod letting out a shaky breath sliding the rusty door open.

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You managed to sneak in, quietly wandering the endless halls, finally stopping in front of his room.

Slowly twisting the doorknob poking your head through the faint crack

Clear.

The mission was simple, or so you kept telling yourself

-Find the gun Rafe used to murder sheriff peterkin.

His room was so accurately him,

reeked of expensive cologne, a couple watches that looked like they costed a fortune just lying on his drawer, along with a cap you just know makes him look even more obnoxious.

-but that wasn’t the point, you had a gun to find, asap.

The sock drawer

Of course that’s always a great place to start, right?

You reach forward, seconds away from sliding it open

It was nothing you expected, well that’s because you didn’t get to see anything at all.

since an unfortunately familiar hand grabbed your forearm hard enough to bruise, yanking you.

“You don’t wanna do that.”

Rafe.

In nothing but a towel sitting loosely at his v-line.

“W-what are you doing here?” You panic, trying to play the innocent act

“Could ask you the same thing, y/n”

His grip on your arm tightened as his eyes pierced through your soul

He was so intimidating you could feel tears swell up, you knew what this man was capable of

“I was just looking for Sarah…but i guess she’s not in here I’ll leave you alone”

You yank yourself out of his grip, trying to dismiss yourself, but he blocks you

He chuckles sarcastically at your words, crossing him arms, biceps popping, you tried hard not to look but couldn’t help it.

He is a murderer, you shouldn’t be lusting over someone you hate so, so much. You felt sick

“Now why would she be in my room huh?” He stepped closer and a single tear from your eye dropped

“Answer me”

You started internally panicking because sarah has infact been in his room also looking for the gun

Did she get caught?

“I-i don’t know” another tear falls

“Pathetic” He chuckles

Your fist curls at that

“So tell me, what the fuck were you doin’ in my room.”

You finally snap

“I know you murdered sheriff peterkin!” You pant

He just smirks

“This isn’t funny how could you literally murder an innocent human and now you wanna frame john b for it?!”

“You’re sick” your intrusive thoughts took control over your body,

Your arm swinging up to meet Rafes undeserved gorgeous face

Slap

Gosh, that felt so good.

You just had to do it again

Slap

You finally felt like you had power over this man, just for a moment. But that moment felt like centuries

Until your moment was taken away with him grabbing your arms so hard it 100% bruised, then throwing you on the bed like you were a personal rag doll

Your head was spinning

This can not be happening

“You wanna act like a big girl and slap me huh?”

You cried into his pillow, hoping you would wake up from this nightmare

“I’ll treat you like one”

“Lose the dress, now”

You were expecting him to physically hurt you, so when u heard that you were confused

“M-my dress why?”

“Why do you think, your ass got me fuckin frustrated, looks like imma have to use you t’ relieve some”

“Don’t make me repeat myself, brat”

Your hands were shaking as you lifted yourself up, sliding the dress down your body, then collapsing back down

“Panties and bra too”

He grabbed them off of you, tossing them on his drawer for later use.

Some sick, very sick part of you was so ready for him to use you, despite how much you hated him

Then, his towel dropped

Fuck, was this guy big…

Your eyes widened but you tried to keep your comments to yourself, you were ‘lucky’ the most he was gonna do was fuck you knowing he’s a full on phsyco

But he noticed your reaction to his fat cock, grinning

“You want this don’t you?”

He grabbed your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed so he was in between your dangling legs

You showed no reaction to his words, no way you were going to admit it, but your soaked pussy said otherwise

“Shit, so wet already” he smirked

Running his tip up and down your slick folds making you roll your hips impatiently trying to feed into it

He noticed, of course he did

“tsk tsk”

He pulled back and gave your cunt a light slap, earning a frustrating groan out of you

“greedy little thing huh?” He chuckles, slamming fully in with no warning, the stretch burning like hell as he was watching your helpless reaction as if he was asking for an ego boost

“This was what you wanted yeah?” He smirks

“and don’t forget i still have to punish you”

You didn’t reply to that, you literally couldn’t.

Your mouth was open but you were speechless, this is nothing you had ever felt before

But you were also salty, why did Rafe Cameron (your enemy) of all people have to be blessed with the best dick on the island.

You let out a loud moan, grabbing onto the sheets beneath you

“Won’t let you have too much fun, brat”

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion

“W-what?”

He grabbed your wrist with that same rough grip as before

“Ow…”

He held tight onto your wrist, then swinging it to your face, making you lightly slap yourself in the face.

Then again

“Rafe-“

Again

“Rafe that’s enough!”

“You needed someone to humble your ass, think you can just snoop around m’ room huh?”

“Thinking nothin’ll happen to your gorgeous little self,”

“you should be thankful this is the worst you’re getting, for now, unless your bratty ass decides this wasn’t enough”

Then a harder slap came, and tears were falling once again

“Stop…”

You felt soo pathetic and small but at the same time you couldn’t silence your moans. infact, you didn’t want too, it felt too good

You tried your absolute hardest to get out of his grip but it was no use with his amount of strength

“Need you tell me how sorry you are, yeah? beg for forgiveness, then you’re gonna thank me for making you feel so good alright?”

Gosh this was a humiliation ritual

You paused for a moment, staring back at each others eyes

“Now”

Slap

But you didn’t, didn’t utter a single word, just let tears roll

“Where’s that bratty mouth of yours now huh? Now you wanna act all shy?”

He pulled out fully

Internally you were screaming at the sudden loss of contact, you tried not to break, but plans change

“Go back in!” You demanded, earning a chuckle out of him

“Where’s your manners, brat”

“Please”

Pause

“Please rafe I want you to keep fucking me hard please”

He pushed in halfway, making you shiver and squeal

“There she is, capable of something”

He fully pushed in, speeding his pace

“T-thank you thank you so much for fucking me rafe…im so lucky”

“It feels so good,” you moaned

“Don’t enjoy this dick too much brat”

Slap

“Tell me that you’re mine”

Slap

“I am, i am”

He chuckled with another light slap to your cheek

“I am yours rafe”

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“should we go check on her? It’s been a while tell me I’m not the only one worried” pope looked back at jj lying in the back, throwing a handball at the ceiling of the twinkie

“I mean, even if she was in trouble it would only get a hundred times worse if we stormed in”

“I’ll call her”

Pope reached for his phone, hitting FaceTime incase you were hiding and couldn’t speak loudly.

—-

You and Rafe had already had your first orgasms,

Now on round two, this time he was pounding you from the back,

“Fuck, hate how good you feel shit”

ring ring ring

You assumed Rafe would ignore it but of course, that was not the case

A dangerous spark lit up in his eyes once he saw the name Pope displayed across the screen

“Y/n” pope whispered, then he finally looked at the screen,

The view was of you getting backshots

Pope was speechless, but he couldn’t tell who it was, or he did know maybe he was just deep in denial.

“Oh my gosh Rafe!” Your screams were muffled in the pillows

Well that confirmed everything he needed to know.

“Got y’r girl spreading her legs for me”

You couldn’t hear his voice at first, since all you could hear was the ringing in your ear from how much pleasure you were getting

Pope couldn’t even process what was happening

“Caught her in m’ room, i know you guys sent her”

“I’m glad you did cause this pussy’s tight as fuck” he chuckles

“Man, fuck you rafe!-“

Pope got cut off by the sound of Rafe hanging up

“W-what was that?!” Lifting your head and looking back, You could’ve sworn you heard the voice of pope

“Nothin’ you should waste time worryin’ bout, cause this is gonna be a loong day, brat,” pushing your head back into the pillows

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The phone hung up, pope slamming his hand on the wheel

“fuck you” he muttered, resting his head against the steering wheel , causing a long frustrated beep

“Soooo, what did she say, she find the gun?” Jj sat up looking at pope stupidly

“Jj…” pope stared back at him like he was stupid

“Yeah?” Jj smiled

“You didn’t see, or hear anything that just happened?”

Jj shook his head like a lost puppy

Pope leaned back against his seat, ready for the day to be over

“How should I even put this into words…”

“Y/n’s getting her back blown by-“

“By who?”

Pope sighed

“Rafe motherfucking Cameron”

[misslacey-bunny]

softdom!rafe being overprotective when bunny!reader helps Wheezie with boy problems…⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The ice cream parlour is just the right amount of busy, kids running around and teenagers mingling. You and Wheezie had pleaded for Rafe to take you here, and now, the two of you were giggling over gossip and ice cream flavours. He on the other hand, was slumped next to you on his phone, secretly enjoying your excitement, but overall a depressing spoil sport.

You’re sucking on your spoon, oblivious and happy. Wheezie had quietened, and you’d noticed the way she’d been staring at a rowdy table not far from yours. A small but loud group of boys, one in particular catching her gaze.

You furrow your brows curiously. you nudge her softly, smiling playfully.

“What’s his name?” you whisper teasingly, humoured by the way her cheeks flush at your annoyingly sharp insight. She sighs.

“Marcus.” in the quietest whisper.

“That’s cute!” you giggle, but she rolls her eyes at you.

“Who’s Marcus?” Rafe grumbles, suddenly interested in conversation.

Wheezie freezes, as do you, before you burst into little nervous giggles, winning you a sharp kick under the table from the very flushed girl. “Hey!” you yelp, but Rafe isn’t humoured. “Wheezie.” he commands, no room for defiance or distractions.

“A boy.” she huffs, avoiding eye contact.

“A boy that she’s gonna go speak to!” you plead, prodding her arm tauntingly, earning a small smile from her.

“Nobody’s speakin’ to no-one.” Rafe mutters, arms crossed as he leans against the table.

Wheezie sighs again, slumping in her seat, arms crossed and lips pouted. “He probably thinks i’m weird anyway.” she mumbles.

Rafe barks a laugh at that, serving him a spoon flying at his head from you. “Be nice.” you whine, but his smirk doesn’t falter, instead he raises his hands in a taunting, mocking surrender.

You roll your eyes, turning back to Wheez, gaze softening. “If he thinks you’re weird, then he’s the weird one.” your voice is soft, encouraging, at least it’s encouraging enough to send her in his direction. Rafe shoots you a look, it could’ve been disgust, but it also could’ve been silent admiration, either way, the boy looks star struck.

You squeal when she reaches his table, all tension dropping when the boy meets her with a friendly smile, stepping away from his friends to greet her. You sink into Rafe’s side, hugging his arm, all giggly and excited. “Isn’t that so cute!?”

“It’s disgusting.” he scoffs, but you choose to ignore his negativity, still all bubbly with anticipation and awe. He slips his arm around your waist, and despite his fake disinterest, you can see the way his eyes aren’t straying from that boys table, his jaw tightening when he notes the boy laughing, stepping too close for his liking.

You gasp, tapping Rafe when the two get closer, the boys hand landing on her arm as they laugh, you let out small squeals at the adorable innocence of it all. “Rafey-!”

“Hey, no touchin’!“ He shouts from across the parlour, sending a streak of silence to fall upon the once loud chatter and clinking of glasses. It’s the kind of silence that drags, the stares burning into the two of you but Rafe doesn’t seem to give a shit. You nearly die, never mind Wheezie, whose face turns from excitement to a horrified flush of red.

“Oh god.” you squeak.

The car ride home is silent, as one would imagine, but Rafe isn’t having it.

“No boys fuckin’ pervin on my little sister? Y’got that?”

In bed later that night, Rafe’s lay between your legs, watching Top Gun on his phone whilst you play with his hair. The atmosphere is cool with a sweet intimate breeze, but you can’t help but think of what happened.

“Don’t you think you went a little hard on Wheez?” you whisper, hands working gently in his sandy blonde hair.

He barely pays any mind, “She’ll live.” he grunts, eyes zeroed in on his phone.

“Yeah, but-“ you start, but he gives you no room to debate with him. He groans, closing his phone and turning to you, resting on his elbow. “Fine.” he snaps, but his gaze softens when he catches your expression, all mopey and soft.

He swipes a calloused hand over his face, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “I’ll make it up.” he mutters, eyes shut briefly as the words he speaks basically pain him.

You smile, sweet and satisfied, pulling him closer to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you Rafey!”

“Yeah yeah.” he scoffs in dismissal, but pulls you in anyway, kissing you with a deepness that makes you squeal and wriggle into him with little happy giggles.

[barbiesaint]

[barbiesaint]

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bf!Rafe x H2o reader

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[audxno313]

𝗙𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗳𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗵!𝗿𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗼!𝗿

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You and Rafe hadn’t seen each others faces in almost a week due to him and ward going on a business trip to the Bahamas,

So of course the day he got back you were going to barge right into his house like you owned the place

You swung the front door open with a big grin spreading across your face

“Rafe?”

Running through the living room, straight up the stairs then down the long ass hallway

When you see him step out of his room with a smirk

Breathlessly saying your name like he was starstruck

“Shit slow down baby” he chuckled

“Rafe!” You sped your pace

Just a few steps away from him when you suddenly somehow manage to trip over your own fucking foot, stubbing your toe, immediate pain spreading

“Ow! Raaafe”

You say dramatically

“Silly girl”

You reach your arm out to him while whining pathetically

He effortlessly pulled you up with one hand

“Now you have to carry me” throwing your arms over his neck and wrapping your legs around his hips

burrying your face into the crook of his neck, nostrils instantly hit with the smell of his signature cologne, the one you missed so badly…

He starts walking back toward his room, caressing your back

“I missed you so much ray”

Your toe hitting the doorway

“Ow…”

“Missed you more baby”

He sat both of you down on his bed

You squiggled backwards to get a better look at your stubbed sore toe, holding it in front of rafes face

“Still hurting?”

He inspects it

You nod looking down at the floor

“Thats too bad… want me to make it feel better?”

“How? Are you going to take me to the doctors?”

He almost chuckled at how dramatic you are

“No, baby you’re fine”

“But it hurts” you complain

“Well, shoulda listened when i told you to slow down”

he teased, holding your foot to his face acting like he’s inspecting it when in reality he trying his hardest not to whip out his cock and rub it in between your arches

It is the first time he’s ever felt truly ashamed,

He shouldn’t be this fucking hard over your feet

“These some pretty little feet huh?”

You giggle as you feel a slight tickle from his touch

“Keeping em nice and pretty f’ me”

He gives them a peck

“You want me to make it feel better?”

“Yes please”

“Surely this’ll help”

He lifts his other hand up so both are holding it

You don’t know what hes doing but you like it

Then he spits on it

You giggle, thinking he’s doing it to be funny or something

“Ray!”

He smirks and massages the wetness around,

One hand playing with your toes while he gives swift pecks wherever is within reach

“Fuck” he mutters out, half admiration, half disappointment in himself, he’s the dominant one, why is he kissing his girls feet.

“It tickles!”

He continues massaging and kissing for another minute,

Then suddenly starts sucking more desperately, gasping you didn’t know how to feel

“Rafe… isn’t it gross that you’re licking my-my feet?”

“No, why would it? Just wanna worship every inch of this pretty little body as it deserves”

You nod still kind of confused as to why he wants to do this, wriggling your toes

“Shit, do that again”

“This?”

“Fuck-could kiss these all day”

He pinches and plays with every toe ,sliding his tongue in between the gasps of them.

He was only getting harder and desperately needed a release

“feel better?” He gave your feet one last kiss before setting it down on the bed, standing up

“Y-yeah” surprisingly it did you just didn’t know what part of it made you feel tingly

“Good, now don’t you think it’s your turn to make me feel good?”

Your eyes lit up at him with a quick nod

You almost immediately knew what he was implying, reaching over to undo his belt

“Rafe you’re so hard” you smile

“Wonder who’s fault that is huh?” He smirked looking down at you, stroking your hair

“Wanna try somethin new, doll?”

You reply with an excited yes

“Lay back”

The bottom half of your legs dangled off the bed, swinging with curiosity

He started taking his shirt off

“This might make you tired, but it’ll make ray feel real good”

He grabbed your ankles yanking them like you were a doll,

pressing your feet to his throbbing cock, sliding his cock in and out of your arches, letting out an awaited groan

“Think you can do this yourself with no help?”

[daisyklee1]

Frat Rafe x Reader series!!

Junior Year, Early September

The bass from inside the Delta Kappa house was already rattling the windows when you climbed the front steps with your girls. The first big party of the year, and the campus was buzzing. Everyone had been talking about it for weeks.

Too bad it was supposed to be invite-only.

Your best friend waved her phone in the air, showing the official text invite she’d gotten from one of the brothers. “See? We’re good.”

You rolled your eyes but followed anyway. You weren’t technically invited, but the rest of your group was, and you weren’t about to sit in your dorm while everyone else had fun. Especially not when the entire frat seemed to have decided you were their new favorite girl on campus.

The door swung open before you even knocked.

Rafe Cameron stood there in all his arrogant glory—tall, broad, wearing a backward cap and a tight black t-shirt that showed exactly how much time he spent in the gym. As president, he was in charge tonight, and his expression made it very clear he was already over it.

His eyes landed on you immediately.

“No,” he said flatly, blocking the doorway with his arm.

Your friends froze behind you.

“Excuse me?” you snapped, crossing your arms.

Rafe’s jaw ticked. “This is invite-only. Your girls can come in. You can’t.”

The girls behind you started protesting, but you stepped forward, staring him down. You didn’t even know this guy personally, but you’d heard plenty. Rafe Cameron: rich, controlling, and apparently allergic to anyone telling him what to do.

“That’s funny,” you said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Because half your frat has been begging me to come tonight. But sure, keep acting like you’re the bouncer at some exclusive club.”

Rafe’s eyes narrowed. “I am the fucking president. My house, my rules. And I don’t want you here.”

The way he said it—so cold and final—made your blood boil.

You laughed in disbelief. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough,” he shot back. “You’re loud, you’re dramatic, and you cause problems everywhere you go. Last year you got two different guys kicked out of parties for fighting over you. I’m not dealing with that shit in my house on night one.”

Your mouth fell open. “Are you serious right now? I didn’t ask them to fight. That’s not my problem.”

“Yeah? Well it becomes my problem when it happens here.” He leaned in slightly, voice low and sharp. “Turn around and go find another party. You’re not getting in.”

Your friends were whispering nervously behind you, but you refused to back down. You stepped even closer, practically chest to chest with him.

“Make me.”

The air between you crackled with pure hostility. Rafe looked like he wanted to physically pick you up and toss you off the porch. You looked like you wanted to slap that smug expression off his face.

For a long second, the two of you just glared at each other—two people who couldn’t stand the sight of one another.

Then one of the brothers appeared behind Rafe, grinning. “Come on, man. Let her in. She’s fucking hot and the whole house wants her here.”

Rafe’s head snapped toward him. “I don’t give a fuck what the house wants.”

But the brother just shrugged and waved you and your friends through anyway, forcing Rafe to drop his arm. You brushed past him with a victorious smirk, shoulder checking him lightly on the way in.

“Enjoy the party, President,” you said sweetly over your shoulder.

Rafe muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like “fucking nightmare.”

That night you argued three more times—once over the beer pong table, once when he tried to kick you out for dancing on the kitchen counter, and once when he caught you telling one of his brothers to fuck off after a bad pickup line.

By the end of the night, the entire frat was convinced you two hated each other more than any exes going through a divorce.

And yet… you were invited to every single party after that.

Against Rafe Cameron’s very loud, very stubborn will.

Okay guys I finally did it are you proud? Another Rafe Cameron series! This is based on the frat rafe blurbs i did a few days (or idk time) ago. their getting together, and guys there will be smut!!

credits to @rafecameronarchive for this beauty of a header, she's great!

[audxno313]

𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗹𝗲𝘀

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𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌

“𝖮𝗁-𝗈𝗁 𝖱𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗂’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺,” 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎

“𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝖦𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗆? 𝖣𝗈 𝗂𝗍. 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗇” 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗈

“𝖱𝖺𝗒!“ 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝖧𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗎𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 “𝖱𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌, 𝗌𝗈, 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽”

𝖶𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝖧𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 “𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁? 𝖢𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒” 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈.

Rafe understood just why, there was way too much there to fit down your pretty little mouth and he was sure it would hurt you

He didn’t really mind that you couldn’t give head, your pussy was already way more than enough. Plus he loveddd being a messy eater when it came to you, it was his favourite hobby.

But thats not what you thought

You really wanted to return that same amount of pleasure he gives you when going down, but were obviously scared doing so with his length

“rafe?“

He finished giving you hickeys all over your neck

“mm?“

“is it bad that I don’t...“

You pause, for some reason ashamed

“what is it baby?“

“i don’t ever suck you like you suck me?“

He stares at you for a second then laughs at your choice of wording

“now wheres all this comin from?“

“well... You always go down on me but i’ve never even tried to suck your cock“

You look down embaressed

“you can barely handle this cock up your pussy. i don’t wanna have another pretty part of you ruined“

Okay, he would be lying if he said he never dreamed about face fucking you with his dick...

But that was definetly an inside thought for someone as soft as you

“and you know i love eating you out, seeing how good it makes you feel. I’m not expecting you do it to me in return, alright?“

He lifted your chin up too look at him

“this pussy does much more than enough anyway“

He smirked, giving your now sensitive cunt a teasing slap making you gasp

“what if I just try?“ you sit up

“it’ll be too much for you baby, now go to sleep“

You teasingly roll your eyes switching off the lamp

he dismisses knowing deep down hes been fantasizing about it for a while now.

But you really wanted to at least try, and you weren’t going to back down

Thats when an idea intruded

Why not just act like his dick is a lollipop? drench it with whipped cream and sprinkles!

You weren’t sure if he would be up for that…

So why not wait till he’s asleep then you can practice then?

“goodnight ray!“

You couldn't deny thinking about sucking him with whipped cream and sprinkles

like hes some kind of dessert made you excited

“goodnight baby“ he kissed your cheek

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After about ten loong minutes of waiting, you could finally hear him snoring lightly.

You tiptoe out of bed, straight to the kitchen

You got what you needed and headed back to the room with a big smile on your face.

You turn the lamp on,

Grinning as you pull his shorts down, his cock already hard as fuck,

Did all this talk about giving him head make him this hard?

Shaking the can and messily wrapping the cream around his shaft like a present then drenching the cream in sprinkles

You take a moment to admire your creation, giggling at how silly he looks, taking a mental screenshot at the sight.

You had to take a few deep breaths to calm yourself from the laughter and excitement rushing through your body

Finally, you leaned down and kissed his tip, while your hands kept busy massaging his balls, hearing a odd noise escape from him

Just as you were so confident and ready to take him all in one go,

he woke up. Of course he did

You froze, unsure of how he would react

“Uhm good morning ray”

“Morning?” He questioned

“Oh-i mean hi” you panicked

He sat up and started blankly at his freshly pampered decorated dick.

“W-what the fuck is going on here, Tryna make me look pretty, eat me or something?” The corner of his lip slightly curls up like he might laugh

“Uhm both… and you already are,” she said with admiration in her eyes as she stared up at him

“I-i mean thats not the point i just i wanted to suck your dick without being too scared, y’know? I put whipped cream and sprinkles on it!”

“Isn’t it smart because it will make you taste even more delicious?”

He smirked, you were adorable.

“And you had too while I was sleeping? I wouldn’t wanna miss out on the feeling of your lips on me”

You blushed even harder,

“Well i didn’t know how you’d feel about me covering you in whipped cream and sprinkles” you giggle

“Well, i love it. ‘s pretty baby” he teases

“Okay, i’ll just put more sprinkles on…” you say so concentrated

He was fucking twitching already

“you sure about this? Tell me if it’s too much”

You smile, excited like it was a real dessert you were starving for (it was)

“Okay,”

He bunched your hair all together and held it with one hand as he leaned back on his other.

You start off just by licking the tip, after a moment you got too excited and surprisingly, took more than half of his length down your throat.

He groaned, neither of you thought u had it in you

“Fuuck yeah,”

“Y’r so good at this baby”

Eventually you got the hang of it

One hand held his balls while the other stroked the lower half of his length.

Surprisingly, you loved this shit

You loved the feeling of knowing how proud he was of you, his groans, the way he praised for how good you were

It was fun, just making a mess all over him

“You sure this is your first time? Jesus, baby”

You didn’t want to stop, but u did need more cream.

Reaching one hand up to point at the whipped cream, gesturing for him to spray more.

You took your mouth off and opened it wide, drool connected to his tip from your mouth, spit spilling down your chin but you never took your hand off his cock, stroking even faster

“Messy baby..”

He filled your mouth with whipped cream as you gazed up at him with teary eyes

As soon as he pulled his hand away you immediately shoved him back into your tired but desperate mouth

“Thats a good girl, shit”

You moaned as you took him, swirling the whipped cream all around his twitching cock

Fuck was he close,

You grabbed the sprinkles and poured them at the base of his dick, making a goal to reach them

-if your mouth was able to reach them, that would mean you could really take all of him!

You take a breath before slowly going all the way down, gagging, tears falling and jaw aching,

But you did it you reached the base!

“Fuck-y/n i’m gonna cum”

And now you were going to stay right there until he mixed his own kind of cream in with the mix

“Stay there don’t move don’t move ”

You started bobbing your head up and down,

staring into his eyes with cream and sprinkles on your face, and honestly that was what pushed him over the edge. He groaned your name oncemore and

Finally, you felt his hot cum pour down your throat, immediately swallowing it and licking any residue straight off your lips

“fuck, that was so hot baby“ he pulled you up to him, both having a cheesy grin spread across your faces

“had no idea how dirty you really arehuh?”

he flipped over so you were laying on your back, catching your breath while he was pinned on top of you

You started to devour eachothers lips when he pulled back, staring down at your nose

“got some cream right here messy girl, don’t worry i’ll clean it“

He smirked, leaning down to get it off with his mouth as you giggled

He snaked his hand to your legs, gently parting them further, dragging two fingers over your slick folds then removing them

He pulled away from your face, his eyes intimidating yours, when you suddenly feel something cool being sprayed directly on your clit

Whipped cream.

He smirks

“oops. My bad, guess i might just have to lick it clean now“

[babydollrafe]

went down a rabbithole of Rafe fic writers from 2022-25 and where the fuck is everyone also are you coming back (say yes)

[spankyourlocalbrat]

pov. your ex boyfriend rafe finds out you’re on a date with a new guy… of course rafe being rafe, he shows up.

notes. hes so hot. okay hi hello pls read warnings before u read. ok thank u. ok bye. ok bye fr…noo stoop u go first, ooommg fineee ill go first

content warnings. ⸝⸝ manhandling, car sex, cussing, angry rafe, hate sex, angry sex, no proof read, arguing during sex, idk more they just argue, toxic, crazy ex, possibly cnc(?), rafe calls you a bitch, really rough sex

you know you’re in deep shit when rafe finds out you did shit he doesn’t like, so when your friends ratted you out that you were having fun with another guy at the beach.. he shows up.

he doesn’t let you know he knows though because you’ll avoid him.

“today was great, thank you for taking me out.” you smile, your hair blowing around in the wind. the man smiles, and nods. “of course.” the man replies. you smile at him and sigh. “well… i should get going, text me tomorrow okay?” you tell him, the man nodded and you both went different directions.

when getting to your car, you drop your keys on the ground accidentally. you bend over to get it, and head to your car door. while clicking the button to unlock your car, you hear footsteps behind you, and suddenly your back is being slammed against the car door.

you scream and his hand covers your mouth. “who the fuck were you just with?” he asks, your eyes looking up and meeting his. “none of your fucking business.” you bark back, your voice vibrating against his hands. he scoffs. “oh yeah? none of my business?” he asks.

“yeah.” you reply. “it is, when i’m fucking you every night you want me.” he replied, frustrated growls in his voice. you tried but you failed to control the eye roll you just gave him, he clocked it immediately. “what if i want better dick?” you said but you obviously didn’t mean it, he was amazing.

he scoffs. “all of this is about you wantin’ dick?” he questioned, his brows in a tight scowl. he then roughly moves you to the back seat door, opening it and undoing his belt quickly.

“fuckin’ slut wanted dick all along? unbelievable.” he comments, working his clothes off his body while throwing you roughly in the backseat. he gets in, closing the door behind him. “you’re such a fucking bitch sometimes,” he growled, grabbing your wrists when you tried to push him away.

“says the asshole who can’t keep his dick in his pants for five minutes,” you snapped back, voice dripping with attitude. you glared at him even as heat pooled between your legs. “get off me, rafe. i’m not in the mood for your shit tonight.” you say, you were obviously lying and he knew it. “yeah? that why your nipples are so fucking hard?” he smirked, yanking your top up roughly. you squirmed underneath him, bratty as ever.

“don’t touch me,” you hissed, even though you lifted your arms so he could pull the shirt over your head. “you think you can just drag me into my own backseat and i’ll spread my legs? you’re so fucking delusional.” you barked out. rafe laughed darkly, hands already working on your shorts, tugging them down your thighs along with your panties in one aggressive pull. “keep running that pretty mouth, baby. we both know you’re soaked right now.” he teased.

you kicked half heartedly as he stripped you, but the confined space made it useless. “fuck you. i hate you.” you say. “good,” he muttered in response, shoving your thighs apart. “i hate you too.”

he freed himself from his pants, thick and angry-hard, and pushed inside you in one brutal thrust. you gasped sharply, nails digging into his shoulders as he stretched you open. “shit—slow down, you dick,” you whined, still trying to sound bratty even while your walls clenched around him.

rafe gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him while he started fucking you hard, the car rocking with every angry snap of his hips. “shut the fuck up,” he growled against your lips. “you love this. love when i fuck the attitude right out of you.” he taunted. you moaned loudly despite yourself, legs wrapping around his waist as he pounded into you. “i still hate you,” you breathed, voice breaking with every thrust.

“yeah?” he smirked, slamming deeper. “say it again while you’re coming all over my cock.” he tells you, but you don’t. rafe gripped your jaw tighter, grabbing your attention. his hips snapping forward relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping filling the cramped backseat. “say it again then,” he taunted, voice low and mean. “tell me how much you fucking hate me while your pussy’s gripping me like a slut.” he says.

you tried to keep your bratty glare, even as your eyes fluttered and another moan slipped out. “i do hate you,” you spat, breath hitching hard with every deep thrust. “you’re such a toxic asshole, rafe. think you can just—fuck—use me whenever you want?” you say while slurring on your words.

he laughed breathlessly, pounding into you harder, the car shaking. one hand slid down to grip your thigh roughly, spreading you wider.

“yeah? keep talking shit, bitch. we both know you live for this dick. acting all high and mighty but you’re creaming all over me already.” he said.

you bit your lip, trying to stay defiant, but your voice cracked as he hit that spot inside you repeatedly. “shut up— you’re not even that good,” you lied, nails digging into his back. “i’ve had better. you’re just… fuck— rafe, slow down!”

he doesn’t. “bullshit,” he growled, slamming into you even rougher, making your head bump lightly against the door. “you’re struggling so fucking bad right now. can’t even keep up with me, can you? poor little brat’s getting fucked stupid.” he coos mockingly.

you whined loudly, legs trembling around his waist as you tried to match his pace but failed miserably. “i hate you so much,” you gasped, voice shaky and far less confident now. “you’re such a— ahh— fucking dickhead. think you’re so hot just because you have a big cock.” you say. rafe smirked down at you, sweat dripping from his forehead as he drove into you without mercy.

“keep lying to yourself, baby. your pussy’s fluttering like crazy. bet you’re gonna cum all over the guy you ‘hate’ any second now.” he responds with a laugh. “no i’m not,” you shot back weakly, trying to sound bratty but sounding desperate instead.

your body betrayed you completely, back arching as you clenched hard around him. “fuck you, rafe. i’m not— i’m not gonna…” you stammer, jaw going slack. “yeah you are,” he groaned, leaning down to bite your neck. “cum for me like the needy little whore you are. prove how much you hate me while you soak the backseat.” he taunts.

rafe kept fucking you hard, the car rocking violently with every brutal thrust. you were a moaning mess underneath him but still clinging to that bratty attitude, even as your voice shook. “is that all you got?” you sneered, trying to sound cocky despite how full you felt. “calling this a dick? it’s so fucking little, rafe. pathetic.”

he paused mid thrust, his eyes narrowing. “the fuck did you just say?”

you smirked up at him, breathing heavy, sweat sticking to your skin. “you heard me. your dick is little. the guy i was on a date with earlier? way bigger than you. he actually knows how to fuck a girl properly.” you tease. you didn’t fuck him, but he doesn’t know that.

rafe’s grip on your hips turned bruising as he slammed into you harder, almost punishingly. “you lyin’ little bitch,” he growled, pounding you so deep the car creaked. “keep talking shit. i know you’re full of it.” he responds. “am i?” you gasped, legs shaking around him as you fought to stay defiant. “he stretched me better than this. you’re barely hitting anything, rafe. sad little cock— fuck— can’t even make me cum.”

that set him off.

he grabbed your throat, not tight enough to hurt but enough to shut you up for a second, and started railing you mercilessly, hips snapping fast and rough. “keep moaning about his bigger dick while you’re creaming all over mine, you fuckin’ whore,” he snarled. “this ‘little’ cock is the one ruinin you right now.” he barks out

you tried to laugh mockingly but it came out as a broken whimper, your walls fluttering hard around him. “still… little,” you managed weakly, voice cracking as your orgasm built against your will. “he fucked me deeper… made me cum twice before you even—” rafe cut you off by slamming into you particularly hard, grinding against your clit with every thrust. “then why the fuck are you about to cum so hard on me, huh? say his name again. i dare you.” he warns.

your bratty act finally crumbled as the pleasure overwhelmed you. “rafe— fuck— i’m—” you cried out, body locking up as you came hard, soaking his cock and the backseat, thighs trembling violently around him. “that’s what i thought,” he groaned, hips stuttering. he laughs softly. “tight little pussy doesn’t lie.”

he fucked you through your orgasm before burying himself deep and cumming with a low, angry groan, filling you up in thick, hot spurts. his body tensed over yours, hips jerking as he drained himself completely inside you. you both panted heavily in the steamy car, his cock still twitching inside you as he stayed buried deep, glaring down at your flushed, fucked-out face.

“still gonna tell me his dick was bigger?” he muttered, smirking. “yeah..” you say, and he rolls his eyes.

you both panted hard in the steamy backseat, bodies slick with sweat. rafe was still buried inside you, his cock softening slightly as he tried to catch his breath. you smirked up at him weakly, even though your legs were still shaking.

he thought the dialogue was over but you weren’t done messing with him. “that all you got, cameron?” you breathed out, voice hoarse but still full of attitude. “came so fast like a little bitch. told you your dick is pathetic. my date from earlier would’ve lasted way longer.” you sigh.

rafe’s eyes darkened as he stared down at you. “watch your fucking mouth,” he warned, voice low and dangerous. “i just fucked you stupid and you’re still running it?” he mentions. you let out a weak, bratty laugh, clenching around his cock on purpose. “or what? gonna cry because i said your dick is little again? newsflash, rafe — it is. he was thicker and longer. made me cum so much harder than your sad little thrusts ever could.” you tease, digging your own grave.

that was it for him.

rafe pulled out of you suddenly, making you whine at the emptiness, only to flip you over roughly onto your stomach. he pushed your face against the leather seat and slammed back into you in one brutal thrust.

“you never fucking learn, do you?” he growled, starting to fuck you hard again, hips snapping against your ass. you gasped sharply, fingers scrambling against the seat. “rafe— fuck— wait—”

“nah, you wanted to keep talking shit,” he snarled, pounding into you mercilessly. “so keep talking. tell me again how much bigger his dick was while i’m balls deep in this sloppy pussy.” he says while you tried to keep up the attitude but the overstimulation hit you fast. tears started spilling down your cheeks as he railed you without mercy, his cock hitting so deep it made your toes curl.

“i— i still hate you,” you sobbed, voice breaking pathetically. “you’re still… little—” you couldn’t talk. rafe laughed darkly, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back so he could see your tear-streaked face. “aww, look at you,” he mocked, hips never slowing. “crying already? where’s all that big talk now, princess? thought you were such a tough brat. now you’re sobbing on my ‘little’ cock like a helpless whore.”

you whimpered loudly, fresh tears rolling down your face as another orgasm built against your will. “rafe… too much—” you gasp. “too much?” he taunted, slamming into you even harder. “cry harder, baby. this is what you get for running that fucking mouth. gonna keep fucking you until the only thing you can say is sorry.” he said.

rafe yanked your hair harder, forcing your back to arch as he railed you from behind, his hips slamming against your ass with zero mercy. “still crying like a fucking baby,” he laughed cruelly, voice dripping with contempt. “look at you. big tough brat in the front, sobbing all over my cock in the back. pathetic.” he says.

you choked on a sob, tears streaming down your face and soaking the leather seat, but you refused to break completely.

“i’m not— fuck— i’m not saying sorry,” you gasped out, voice shaky and wrecked. “you’re still a piece of shit, rafe. still have a little dick—” mid sentence he slapped your ass hard, the sound cracking through the car, then gripped your hips bruisingly as he fucked you even deeper.

“oh you’re not sorry?” he mocked, leaning over you so his chest pressed against your back, his breath hot against your ear. “good. i don’t want your fake apology anyway. i want you to cry harder while i ruin this sloppy cunt.” he said.

you whimpered loudly, fresh tears spilling as the overstimulation made your whole body shake. “rafe— it hurts—” he didn’t even give you a chance to speak to him. “shut the fuck up,” he growled, pounding into you faster.

“you don’t get to whine after talking all that shit about your date’s bigger dick. you don’t get to cry and act innocent now. this is what you fucking deserve.” he responds, he reached around and slapped your clit lightly, making you jolt and sob louder.

“go on then,” he taunted, voice mean and low. “tell me again how much bigger he is. tell me while you’re leaking all over my ‘little’ cock and crying like a bitch. i love watching you fall apart and still refuse to say sorry.”

“i won’t,” you cried, stubborn even as your voice cracked and broke. “i’m not sorry— i hate you— you’re such a fucking asshole—” you continue to say, which made him laugh, slamming into you so hard the whole car shook. “that’s my girl. keep crying and keep lying. makes me want to fuck you even meaner.” he stated.

rafe kept pounding into you relentlessly from behind, his cock driving deep with every angry thrust while you sobbed into the seat. “still not sorry?” he growled, yanking your hair harder. “cry all you want, princess. i’m not stopping until this pussy gives out.” he says to you.

your body was shaking uncontrollably, thighs soaked, tears pouring down your face. the pleasure was too much, building fast and violent despite how mean he was being. “rafe— fuck— i can’t—” you choked out between sobs, still trying to hold onto your attitude. “i’m not saying sorry… you’re still a dick—” you say, laughing a bit.

he laughed, slapping your ass again as he railed you even harder. “yeah? then cum for me, you stubborn little whore. cum all over the ‘little dick’ you hate so much.” he tells you.

your walls clenched hard around him, the pressure snapping. you came violently, crying out loud as your orgasm crashed through you. your whole body tensed and trembled, pussy gushing around his cock while fresh tears streamed down your cheeks.

“ohhh fuck— rafe—” you sobbed, voice completely broken as waves of pleasure ripped through you. your legs shook wildly, back arching, unable to control the way you spasmed and leaked all over him. rafe didn’t slow down for a second, fucking you straight through your orgasm with a mean smirk on his face. “that’s fucking pathetic,” he mocked, voice dripping with satisfaction.

“look at you crying and creaming all over me while you still refuse to apologize. such a stubborn little brat. your pussy is honest even if your mouth isn’t.” he told you.

you whimpered and moaned helplessly, tears still falling as the overstimulation made your orgasm drag on longer, body twitching with every brutal thrust. “still… not sorry,” you gasped weakly, voice barely there. rafe chuckled darkly, hips snapping. “then you can fuck yourself for the rest of the night” he responds.

[spankyourlocalbrat]

pov. the loser nerd that hasn’t lost their virginity but decides for their bucket list; they want to lose their virginity. at a party, they come up to the popular frat boy and begs them to take their virginity.

notes. when i made this plot idea post, i didn’t have anybody in mind… but rereading it, i couldn’t help but think rafe is perfect for this plot.. ok enjoy

content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, rough sex, blindfolds, dirty talk, eating cake off of body, explicit language, no proof read cause idgaf, thumb in mouth, finger sucking, chill and kinky dom leon, teasing, big dick rafe, penetration

your nose’s home is books, you could smell the scent of a fresh book being open from miles away, you never fail tests, and always turn in projects on time. there’s nothing wrong with being smart, but god being so smart means you have no time for a sex life even if you wanted it.

twenty somethin’ years old and you’ve never seen a cock in real life besides that one time where they brought out a penis in your middle school sex education class. you’re too shy to even sneak a look at the print through a man’s pants, too shy to even stand next to a man.

just your shoulders brushing against a man makes you want to throw up from your nerves being unstable. you’re positive you’ll die a virgin at this point.

but graduation is coming up, and your bucket list that you created in freshman year of college needs to be finished. the only thing that hasn’t been done is having sex, it didn’t matter how you did it. just have some physical contact that’s sexual with someone that isn’t your fingers.

a party would be your best bet, somewhere nobody knows you, all you needed was fake confidence and you’d fit perfectly in to the crowd.

but when you got there, it was so clear you’ve never been to a party in your life. you asked questions on what they were drinking, why they were drinking, and what do people normally do at a party. you were embarrassing yourself but you were curious.

you were lost at this party, not physically but emotionally. a lot of stuff was going on all at once, people grinding on each other, smoking, drinking, fighting.

focus. virginity. right. your eyes look around the room, eyes finally locking on a tall man. he was text book description of a frat boy, maybe he’d be the perfect guy for a quick fuck? you sigh and muster up courage, walking over to the man.

once you get there, you freeze. his eyes looking at yours, he looked confused. “have you lost your virginity?” you ask out loud, but he doesn’t seem shocked by the delivery of your question. “why do you wanna know?” he replied dryly, bringing his red solo cup up to his lips. “can you take mine?” you ask.

he paused, the rim of the cup brushing against his lips before he put it down. “what?” he said to her, he wasn’t sure if he heard her correctly. “can you fuck me? can we please have sex?” you explain, your sentences rushed out and you end it with a sigh. “wow, you don’t waste time.” he sarcastically said, placing his cup on the kitchen counter.

you tilt your head. “okay. so? yes?” you question. he looks stuck as if he’s trying to figure you out but you only become more confusing for him. his tongue presses against his inner cheek. “maybe. maybe not. why’s it matter?” he asks. “uh.” you stammer, your hand going to itch the back of your neck.

he waits for an answer but you didn’t have an answer. “uh, i don’t know, i’m sorry—i’m wasting your time.” you continue, turning to walk away. he laughed under his breath. “you come up, ask the weirdest question I’ve heard all month, and you’re embarrassed?” he questions as he shook his head.

“that’s rich.” he stated before speaking up again. “you want me to fuck you for fun? or what?” he asked bluntly, you freeze and your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

it wasn’t because he said it out loud but because he read your mind completely.

you turn to him and think to yourself. for fun? that sounds confident. “yeah…for fun.” you reply, a soft smile spreading against your lips. he looks at your smile and back up at your eyes, he doesn’t smile back, but he nods slowly like he was processing what you said.

the conversation went quiet, but your smile stayed put during it. he leaned in a bit. “come here.” he told you, curling his finger to signal you to come closer. you do what you’re told and his lips to get next to your ear. “you think you can handle seven inches for your first time?” he asks, his eyes looking into yours like he’s genuinely curious.

your smile faded immediately hearing that. they get that big? “what?” you ask, but he doesn’t react. “seven inches” he repeats. “inside you.” he adds, his eyes watching your face to see how you’d react. “think you could take it?” he asks, his tone dripping in tease.

your jaw drops a bit, staring into his eyes. he lazily smiles and looks down at your lips. “i don’t believe you.” you shot back, smiling now. he chuckles, clearly taking your doubt as a joke. that was hot. he was confident in his size and found it humorous when doubted because he’s always told it’s so big.

"don't believe me?" he echoed, eyes still locked on hers. a slow smile appeared on his face. "guess there's only one way to find out, huh?"

rafe’s hard cock sprung out his boxers like a sling shot being pulled back and your jaw drops. he was huge. thick. and hard. your eyes look up at his, and his eyes meet yours after a couple seconds, he slightly smiles proudly. “you wanna touch it?” he taunts. “can i? or- should i?” you stammer.

he laughs and leans over to the nightstand, grabbing the condom and dropping it in your hands.

you couldn’t help but feel shy, it felt wrong to even look down at his dick, regardless if he wanted you to see it. he wasn’t shy, he was literally flaunting his size and teasing you. you swallow your spit nervously.

“what- uh. what do i do with this?” you ask, looking up at him. “put it on.” he answers simply, but it didn’t answer much of your questions. “have you never put a condom on a banana?” he questioned, curious on how inexperienced you truly were.

you roll your eyes, and he delivers a soft slap from the tip of his fingers on your cheek—it was all he could reach while he was standing up. “what was that for?” you asked, holding your cheek even though it didn’t hurt. you are just dramatic. “that’s for thinkin’ you can roll your eyes at me. try it again and it won’t be so gentle.” he states.

you sit there, completely dumbfounded. he grabs the condom wrapper out your hands, opening it and demonstrating how it’s supposed to go on just by putting it over the tip of his dick. “pull it down.” he tells you, holding the condom on his dick before you took over. you slide it down his dick, brows furrowing.

the condom looked like it was struggling to even stretch over his dick, like it was cutting of circulation. when it finally stretched to the start of his dick, he looked down at you.

“easy, yeah?” he asks and you nodded, your eyes were staring at his dick, overly examining it. he watched you stare, wondering on why you were doing so in his head. eventually, his hand grabbed your face, lifting it up to see your eyes. “rough or soft?” he asks.

you lift a brow. “what?” you ask, and he rolls his eyes. “you can’t hear or something?” he asks you, which you didn’t reply to. “you want me to fuck you rough or soft?” he repeats, clapping his hands together roughly and hard to show you rough, then slow and lazy with soft.

a smile spreads. “rough.” you tell him and his brow lifts, part of him didn’t think he even heard you right. “rough?” he echoes. “you sure that’s what you want?” he asks, but you nod before he could even finish.

he nods back at you, pulling his shirt over his head and picking you up effortlessly. he moves the both of you to the end of the bed, a place where he could have more space to do whatever to you. “take your clothes off.” he said but you stayed put. “take them off for me.” you reply and he smirks.

a glint of mischief in his eyes glows. “you think you can order me around?” he replies, amusement lacing his voice. he steps closer, his presence overwhelming as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. “not how this works.” he pulls back slightly, locking eyes with you, a challenge present in his gaze.

with a swift motion, he grabs your shirt, lifting it over your head in one smooth move, leaving you exposed. he tosses it aside, and his eyes trail down your body, taking in every inch as a satisfied grin spreads across his face.

“let’s get these off too,” he says, moving to your pants. he kneels in front of you, fingers deftly working on the button and zipper, glancing up at you as he slowly pulls them down, savoring the moment.

as he removes your pants, he leans in closer, whispering, “you’re gonna love this.” he finishes the task, leaving you bare before him, a mix of excitement and nervousness hanging in the air. rafe straightens up, his gaze intense, filled with a dark satisfaction as he takes in the result of his handiwork.

you were quiet, but the need in your eyes lit up. he shifted between your legs, pushing your thighs wider apart with his knees. his free hand wrapped around his cock, thick and heavy, and he slowly dragged the swollen tip through your folds.

your jaw drops, looking down. “are you ready?” he asked, his eyes watching yours. you nod and he smiled, teasing the thick head up and down your entrance, pressing just slightly against your tight hole before pulling back again. “such a smart girl.” he comments, looking around your dorm room with books that he had no idea existed.

he leaned down, his chest brushing your tits, making you feel even smaller. the weight of him, the heat of his body, it was overwhelming.

he nudged the tip against your entrance again, this time pushing in just a little, barely the head, stretching you open before he stopped. you whimpered, trying to roll your hips for more, but he held you still with his hips. “uh uh.” he scolded softly, lips brushing your ear. “you don’t get it yet. not until I say so.” he said.

you pout and he kisses it off your lips. he rocked his hips in shallow little movements, letting just the fat tip slide in and out, teasing you. every time you thought he’d finally push deeper, he pulled back again, leaving you clenching around nothing.

“doin’ so good.” he muttered, voice husky. he pressed in a little deeper this time, still not even half, and groaned at how tightly you gripped him. “fuck. that’s it. keep squeezing around my cock like that.” his hand slid down to grip your hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he continued the slow, torturous teasing. “does that feel good?” you ask, your sentence interrupted by your own moan.

he nods, looking into your eyes. “beg for it,” he said against your neck, biting down gently. “tell me how bad you want the rest.” he tells you. for a second, you thought it was a joke. beg?

but you do so anyway. “please rafe, please.” you cry out, brows furrowed. “sound so pretty,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. “say it again.” he whispers. you swallowed hard, cheeks burning. “please, rafe… please.” you whimper.

he groaned softly, clearly enjoying how desperate you sounded. he pressed the fat tip against your entrance again, this time pushing in just a little further, enough to stretch you open but still nowhere near enough. “you’re so tight,” he rasped, eyes locked on your face. “Begging like a good little nerd… all polite and pathetic for my cock.” he taunts. “nerd?” you echo, lifting a brow.

he smiled, pausing. “you’re such a nerd.” he echoes, looking around the environment. “no, i’m not. i’m just smarter than you…which to be fair isn’t hard.” you reply. he laughs, looking at you in your eyes. “say it again” he tells you.

when you start the sentence, he rocked his hips in shallow thrusts, fucking just the head in and out of you, teasing mercilessly. you choke on your sentence, gasping. “what was that?” he teased.

you tried to push up to take more, he pulled back, keeping full control. you shook your head, dismissing his ask. he laughed in your face, loving the fact you shut up and took it. “you want me deeper?” he asked, voice rough as he looked down between your bodies, watching how his thick cock stretched your tiny pussy. “you think this little pussy can even handle all of me?” he teased.

you nodded quickly, breathing fast. “please. i want it. please, rafe.” you beg. he smirked, clearly satisfied. it was crazy to him that he broke you down so easily— but again. you’re a virgin. anybody can do that. one of his big hands slid down to grip your thigh, spreading you even wider as he finally started pushing in deeper. he kept it slow, thick, and relentless.

“that’s it,” he groans, his voice low. “keep begging and i might give you every inch.” he taunted.

rafe watched your face closely as you kept whimpering those soft little pleases, and something in him snapped. “fuck” he muttered. he gripped your hip with one hand, the other still pinning your wrists above your head, and slowly pushed forward. his thick cock sank into you inch by inch, stretching your tight pussy open wide. you gasped sharply, back arching off the bed as he kept going, relentless, until his hips finally pressed flush against yours, every single inch buried deep inside you.

you gasp for air, his dick was way too big. “shit…” he groaned, low and rough. “look at that. such a tiny little nerd pussy taking all of me. didn’t think you could handle it, baby.” he said.

you were so full it almost hurt, the size difference between you two making it even more intense. he was so much bigger, his broad body completely covering yours, hips settled heavy between your spread thighs. rafe leaned down closer, lips brushing your ear as he stayed buried to the hilt, grinding slow and deep.

your legs shake, your moans gaining volume. “fuck.” he mutters. he pulled back just a little, then slammed back in hard, making you moan loudly. his pace started picking up, deep and possessive strokes that had your smaller body jolting underneath him with every thrust.

“you feel that?” he said against your neck. “feel how deep i am? no one else is ever gonna stretch you out like this.” he teased, but it was true. he let go of your wrists so he could grab both your thighs, pushing them wider apart as he fucked you harder, his heavy balls slapping against you with every thrust.

“beg some more,” he rasped, voice dark. “tell me how good it feels getting ruined by my cock.” he tells you, but you couldn’t, all you could do is moan.

rafe kept his thick cock buried deep inside you, grinding slow and heavy, when he suddenly grabbed the back of your thighs and pushed your legs up. he folded you easily, pressing your knees toward your chest until your legs rested over his broad shoulders. the new angle made him sink even deeper, as you let out a broken moan.

“there we go,” he murmured, voice low and dark. “look at you… all folded up for me like a little toy.” he mocks. he started thrusting again, deep and rough strokes that made your tits bounce with every move. it felt too good. overwhelming. your eyes started watering, tears slipping down your cheeks as your mouth fell open in silent cries.

rafe noticed immediately. a smug smirk spread across his face. “aww, are you crying already?” he cooed mockingly, still pounding into you. “poor little nerd can’t handle how deep i’m fucking her?” he taunts. one of his big hands slid up and wrapped around your throat, fingers pressing just enough to make your head spin while he kept thrusting. his other hand fisted into your hair, yanking your head back against the pillow so you had no choice but to look up at him.

tears kept falling faster now, soft sobs mixing with your moans as he hit that spot inside you over and over.

“fuck, you’re so pathetic like this,” he laughed lowly, tightening his grip on your neck just a little more. “crying because my cock feels too good? keep those tears coming, baby. they look real pretty on that smart little face.” he said. your pussy throbs at the way he’s talking to you. who would’ve known that the nerdy girl liked being talked to like this?

he pulled your hair harder, using it as leverage to fuck you even deeper, hips slamming against your ass with every rough thrust. your legs shook over his shoulders, body trembling underneath his much larger frame.

“that’s it… cry for me while i ruin this tight pussy,” he growled, eyes locked on your tear streaked face.

rafe kept your legs pinned high over his shoulders, fucking you deep and steady while his hand stayed wrapped around your throat. your tears were still falling, soft sobs slipping out every time he bottomed out inside you.

“i’m— rafe— i’m gonna—” you whimpered, voice breaking and cracking, your moans interrupting you. but he knew what you were saying. “yeah? you’re gonna cum already?” he mocked, smirking down at your tear streaked face. “go ahead then, nerd. cum all over my cock.” he says.

your whole body tensed hard as the orgasm slammed into you. your pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around his thick length, soaking the condom with slick, warm cum. you cried out sharply, legs shaking violently over his shoulders as you came hard, tears pouring down your cheeks.

rafe groaned at the feeling, watching your face the entire time. “fuck… that’s it. look at you making such a mess,” he laughed lowly, still thrusting through your orgasm. “crying and cumming like a little slut for me.” he coos.

before you could even catch your breath, he pulled out of you, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. in one smooth, strong motion he flipped you over onto your stomach. he grabbed your hips and put your ass up high, pushing your face down into the pillow.

face down, ass up. exactly how he wanted you. “good girl,” he growled, slapping your ass before lining his thick cock up again. he pushed back inside you in one rough thrust, burying himself balls deep in your still-spasming pussy. “now stay just like this,” he ordered, one hand fisting tightly in your hair while the other gripped your hip, pulling you back onto his cock. “ass up for me while i keep fucking you stupid.” he laughed.

rafe fucked into you from behind, gripping your hips tight as he buried his thick cock back inside your soaked pussy. the new position had your ass high in the air and your face pressed into the pillow. “fuck, this ass looks so good up like this,” he groaned, starting to thrust rough and deep. every stroke was heavy, his hips smacking against you loudly.

he leaned over your back, one hand sliding up to grip the back of your neck, pinning you down harder while the other kept your hips pulled back onto his cock. “you like getting fucked like a little slut?” he asked, voice low and filthy against your ear. “tell me.” he teases.

you could barely think straight, the pleasure hitting you so hard your voice came out in high-pitched squeals mixed with moans. “yes— yes, yes!” you squealed, voice cracking as he pounded into you. “yes, rafe— yes!” your squeals got louder and more desperate with every rough thrust, your smaller body jolting forward each time he drove deep. tears were still leaking from your eyes, soaking the pillow underneath your face.

rafe laughs, tightening his grip on your neck as he kept fucking you mercilessly. “that’s right. keep yelling for me, nerd. let me hear how stupid my cock makes you.” he says. he slapped your ass hard, then gripped both cheeks, spreading you open wider so he could watch his thick length disappear inside you over and over.

“again,” he demanded, voice rough. “tell me who this pussy belongs to while you scream.” he says.

rafe kept pounding into you from behind, his hips slamming against your ass with every rough thrust. your face was buried in the pillow, back arched deep, ass held high for him while he gripped your neck and hair. “say my name,” he growled, yanking your head back by your hair.

“loud.” he said, making sure you knew. “rafe—” you squealed, voice breaking as he drove even deeper. “raf— rafe—!” he smiled, hearing that.

every thrust pulled another desperate squeal out of you. your smaller body was shaking uncontrollably under his much bigger frame, pussy clenching tight around his thick cock. “again,” he demanded, slapping your ass hard while tightening his grip on your neck. “louder.”

“rafe! rafe— oh my god, rafe!” you cried out, squealing his name like a broken record, tears soaking the pillow.

he groaned deeply, fucking you faster, harder, chasing his own high. “fuck, that’s it… keep saying my name while you cum,” he rasped. “i’m close— cum with me, baby.” he told you. your whole body tensed hard, legs shaking violently as the pressure became too much. you squealed his name one last time, loud and broken.

“rafe— rafe— i’m cumming—!” your pussy spasmed wildly around him, gushing all over the condom as you came hard. rafe cursed under his breath, burying himself as deep as possible and holding you there while he came right after you, thick pulses filling the condom as he groaned your name against the back of your neck.

both of you stayed locked together, breathing hard, bodies trembling. rafe kept his hand around your neck, possessive even after he finished, pressing soft kisses against your shoulder while you whimpered softly.

[kooksandpearls]

DREW STARKEY as RAFE CAMERON frat boy rafe come home to me