dollfawnbaby

my perverted thoughts

[dollfawnbaby]

angeline. she/her. aquarius. enfp. french-american. pamela anderson. girls next door. 2000's bimbo. ariana grande. messy buns. gloomy romantic weather. platinum blonde hair. low cut tops. bubblegum pink. sickeningly sweet scents. playboy. chunky french tips. long lashes. glitter. pigtails. lace lingerie. whipped cream. old movies. holly madison. convertibles. gold jewelry. lizzy grant. lose braids. american sororities. charming men.

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[dollfawnbaby]

𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

downbad!sub!rafe x stripper!reader ⁀➴ pt1, pt2, pt3

summary: based on this ask || reader finally accepts to go to one of rafe's frat parties and both draw a lot more attention than they thought they would

warnings: 18+, mdni, fem reader, smut, swearing, strip club, jealous reader, dirty talk, slight age gap (19-22), fake confident rafe, oral sex, nicknames (mommy, baby, sweetie, good boy, ma), kissing, experienced reader, reader has a soft spot for rafe, stripper au

a/n: stunning ask hope i did it justice || i'm offended i didn't think abt this first i love the way your brain works whoever you are || guys send me anything that goes on that filthy mind of yours i love reading these || not proofread yet so lmk if u find something

words: 1.7k

𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔…

𑣲𝄞 hands on me - ariana grande, asap ferg

rafe had spent the past week trying to convince you to go with him to a "very important party" at his frat house. the truth is, you're not necessarily a child anymore, so frat parties aren't really your thing. sure, you love clubbing and barhopping with your girlfriends from time to time. but being surrounded by barely legal adults who were teenagers just yeasterday, seems really unappealing right now.

that's why your leg is currently bent, foot resting over the sink, and your back is pressed against the strip club's bathroom door as rafe moans between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man. his eyes are squeezed shut, taking in your sweet scent and taste, occasionally looking up to see if you were enjoying this just as much as he was. he learned it from all the porn he used to watch everyday, before you started sending him some of your own in exchange for money, and to subliminally make sure you're the only girl on his mind at all times.

he offered to eat you out and pay you in hopes you come with him to the party, to show off the fact he's with an older, sexy, and experienced woman. "you coming with me right?" he mumbles against your puffy folds, looking up at you. "yes! fuck yes!" you scream, assuming he's talking about your orgasm. "the guys are g'nna love you" you can feel him smiling against you. panic hits you when you realize that he's actually talking about you coming to the party with him. you were too fucked out to think, shrugging it off. it can't be that bad.. besides, he's paying you extra.

it's the day of. you told barry you wouldn't be coming in today, ignoring whatever he said to you afterwards.

you browsed through your drawers looking for something to wear for tonight. you settle on an extremely small pink lace tube top, that still showed some of your white bra through it's mesh, your favorite pair of low rise, flared jeans, the expensive, tall pumps you had impulsively bought one night, and a pink bedazzled juicy couture bag. you styled you hair in a big bouncy blowout and painted your eyelids black with a frosty shimmer on the inner corner.

you were looking hot as fuck and you knew it.

you lock the door of your apartment to find rafe waiting in his porsche. you didn't invite him in because it would feel to personal. your nessy home reflects who you are on the inside, and he didn't need to see that.

rafe brings a hand to cover his mouth as he drinks your body in "shit." you looked almost pornographic, he was sure you'd turn a couple heads, and that's exactly what he wanted.

you can hear the blaring music from outside the frathouse, you sigh, looking over to rafe, but he looked so excited to show you off, so proud of having you in his arms, you couldn't help but smile a little.

he wraps his big arm around your small waist, pulling you close to his side. you'd never seen him this confident, waving at everyone who passed by, dapping up some of his frat brothers with that stupid hung smile on his face.

everyone who walked past you looked you up and down, then at rafe, wondering who you were and how the hell he found someone like you. i mean, he has girls literally begging to sleep with him all the time but he's always refused since none of them really fit his type. they weren't laid-back like you, constantly trying to prove themselves worthy of him.

he finds his friend group sitting and talking on the leather couch in the living room. his grip on your waist tightens as you both make your way over to them. as soon as they spot rafe holding you, they just stare at each other, surprised. you looked straight out of an old playboy magazine a boy would steal from his dad and hid under his bed.

"shit rafe, where the fuck did you find this fine, fine woman" topper breaks the ice, patting rafe on the shoulder twice "baby if rafey here isn't doing it for you, you can always come to me" kelce mocks, licking his lips.

"the two of you shut the fuck up. be mature." rafe says, pointing his finger at them threateningly "this is y/n. y/n these two assholes are topper and kelce" he can't admit he actually enjoyed seeing his friends so interested in you, knowing they can't have you.

"nice to meet you guys" you say, with a kind smile on your face, ignoring their childish comments. rafe turns you around, guiding you towards the bar for a drink.

"yeah, nice to meet you too" topper smirks, fucking into the air behind you, pretending he's fucking you. kelce laughs but that's all you hear.

as the night goes on, countless girls have come up to rafe, attempting to seduce him but failing miserably when he completely ignores them. you couldn't leave him alone, knowing the second you did, they would be all over him. and he's just a boy. who knows if he would fold?

you try to shake all the feelings of jealousy out of you, remind yourself you're only doing this for the money, you don't actually care about him.

but it becomes harder and harder to ignore when so many girls are coming up to him, feeling up on his chest and muscular arms. even though he dismisses them all with a grossed out look, you still feel... weird.

that's when you pull rafe in by the jaw for a long, passionate, messy kiss. rafe's eyes widen, not expecting you to be okay with this much affection in public, but he quickly melts into the kiss when he feels your tongue slip in his mouth. you grab his hands and position them right on your ass, bringing them up to play with his hair. he kisses you deeper and you raise one leg, climbing into him. he picks you up by your thighs and places you on the kitchen island, kissing and squeezing your ass possessively.

you can feel people staring, but that's exactly what you want. for these skanky sluts to know who rafe cameron belonged to.

while women stared, jealous of you, men stared, jealous of rafe. they wanted to do precisely what he was doing and more to you. some of them turned their heads away, feeling as if they were interrupting something, while others just stared even more, completely enthraled by the way you had rafe cameron under your control. some of them look at their girlfriends, wishing they were you instead. they could see just how freaked out you were, envious of rafe that gets to have you no questions asked.

rafe smirked into the kiss, happy you had made a scene. he picks you up again, throwing you over his shoulder and slapping your ass, looking around to make sure everyone had seen what just happened and the way your pink thong flashes out of your jeans. you yelp and giggle, as he walks you upstairs, purposefully taking the longer route so everyone could realize what he was about to do to you. you can faintly hear some of rafe's frat bros whistling in the back as he presses kisses to your thigh and you teasingly kick your feet in the air.

"you get me so horny baby" you sigh as he closes the door behind you, dropping you on his bed.

"you kiddin' me right? you were fuckin' unbelievable out there. i can never get enough of you ma" he says, pressing light kisses from your jaw, to your neck, to your cleavage, while unbuttoning your jeans. you snicker softly into his neck, undoing his belt and pushing his underwear down, releasing his half hard cock and stroking it slowly.

instead of getting you to stand up and remove your top, rafe simply lowers its hem, the fabric bunching up at your waist. he folds the hem of your bra down, your perky tits spilling out. he immediately dives in to suck a nipple, while his hand kneads your other boob.

he pulls away just to take his shirt off, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it along your wet thong, the prettiest moans falling off his lips.

you place your palm over it, adding more pressure as your hips jerk back and forth. he let's you take control, pinning his hands to the matress on either side of your head. he involuntarily begins fucking himself into your hand, whimpering uncontrollably. his head falls down, eyes squeezed shut, and you gently bring a hand to his bare pec, to try and ground him. it does the exact opposite, as his whimpers and grunts get louder and breathier. he doesn't notice, still fucking into you, as you swiftly push your underwear down your thighs and allow him to enter you. "what the fuck..? OH- oh my god! oh my god- mommy- ugh! shit-" he realizes what just happened when he feels your hole clenching around him, sucking him in. "shh, it's okay sweetie i'm here. i'm right here." you reassure him, stroking his hair.

you can hear him becoming more and more on the edge "i- i can't!" he pants, still not stopping, head dropping down to your neck. "what's that baby? you can?" you encourage him to keep going "i can't!" he repeats "you can?" you nod, looking him in the eyes with fake innocence and a pout. "uh uh, mommy i can't- 's too much" he shakes his head, totally gone. "you can and you will baby, i know you can. be good and keep going for me" he doesn't stop, aiming to please.

a few more thrusts and you feel his cum spurt inside you, a moan escaping your lips.

he softly pulls out, pressing kisses all over your body, his back muscles flexing each time he dips down.

collapsing onto the matress next to you, rafe pants as he runs his hand through his hair "you're so special to me" you smile, getting up to dress yourself back again, and he does the same, leaning down to grab his fat wallet from the back pocket of his discarded jeans, pulling out 3k in cash and tucking it in the band of your thong. you giggle as you pull it out and hide it in your bra instead.

you both confidently make your way downstairs getting some more booze and dancing against each other. it's gonna be a long night.

[dollfawnbaby]

I like that u put songs 💋💋

im glad xx

i usually just scroll through my playlist for lyric inspo and put it as the title !!

also guys tysm for 100 followers i literally started this blog 2 days ago just to post my silly drafts and i'm so happy you've been enjoying them

[dollfawnbaby]

𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝒸𝓉

downbad!sub!rafe x stripper!reader ⁀➴ pt1, pt2, pt3

summary: stripper!reader's first day as rafe's paid girlfriend

warnings: 18+, mdni, fem reader, smut, swearing, strip club, heavy petting, dirty talk, slight age gap (19-22), nervous rafe, rejected orgasm, fingering, oral sex, nicknames (mommy, baby, sweetie, hun, good boy), kissing, experienced reader, reader has a soft spot for rafe, stripper au

a/n: also send me requests guys idk whatever u wanna see them doing || posting pt3 soon based on this ask

words: 1.9k

𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔…

𑣲𝄞 oh - ciara ft. ludacris

i miss you so much send me something please

just come see me baby i'm performing in a few minutes

im trying stuck in traffic please just something while i'm waiting

that wallet better be full when you get here

it is i swear

good boy

if you wanna see more just come quicker i have to get ready now

fuck yea im your good boy i just know you look so sexy rn i'm hard thinking about it fuckkkk stupid traffic are you performing already? mommy are you performing?? please i really don't wanna miss this

while you dance your routine, you squint through the hot pink spotlights shining in your face, hoping to spot rafe in the audience. although you don't want to admit it, you are a little excited to see him. especially today, since you agreed to go home with him after, to get paid part of the 20k you both agreed to, the last night you saw each other, in exchange for your body company.

you made sure to wear the lingerie you'd gotten the most whistles and tips in the past shifts, convincing yourself you're not wearing it to impress rafe, but instead for the money. you just loved the little sighs and whimpers that escaped his lips last time.

rafe walks in panting, disappointed he missed most of your routine. he walks towards the stage, hoping you'd see him. when you do, the tiniest smirk shows up on your face, not wanting to interrupt what you were doing. he catches it and throws a hundred on stage. that’s when you bend over, hands gripping the pole for support, legs slightly parted. you remove one of your hands from the pole, brushing it over your bare thigh up to your clothed pussy.

though you're facing away from him, you imagine the boyish reaction he had. finishing the routine, you blow a few kisses and shoot a few winks at the audience, heels clicking towards your vanity, backstage.

rafe shifts his weight back and forth, impatiently looking around and waiting for you to come back.

“that was the hottest fuckin’ thing i’ve ever seen oh my fuckin’ god” he whispers in your ear, shaking his head side to side in disbelief.

“mm yeah? you liked that?” you bat your eyelashes at him, looking up with a flirty smile.

“fuck yes mommy.. i’m so sorry i couldn’t be here sooner” rafe massages his jaw, his gaze shifting from your eyes to your perky tits that he liked so much.

“you can always come see me again tomorrow” you say, pulling him by the hem of his shirt, dragging him to the private rooms.

“i will” he mutters, mindlessly following you around.

you throw him on the soft velvety couch, to which he responds with a soft grunt, and position yourself over him, rolling your hips back and forward. “go on baby, take it off” you say, cupping his cheeks with your manicured hands.

he does exactly as you say, unclasping your bra, unintentionally letting out a soft whimper. your hand grips his shoulder as you throw your torso back, grinding your clothed pussy against his very obvious boner.

your free hand to invites him to knead your thigh. his whimpers and breaths get louder and more ragged as you deepen the roll of your hips. as soon as you feel him slightly on the edge, you stop. he pouts, looking up at you, open mouthed, wondering if he did something wrong.

“you can’t cum yet-”

“no! why??” he wretchedly interrupts, cock twitching.

“shh, you gotta take me home first sweetie, remember?” you caress his jaw and brush his sweaty bangs that were glued to his forehead back. “don’t worry baby, i’ll make sure you have plenty of fun then yeah?” you smile, nodding your head, encouraging him to do the same. “yes, please mommy” he shyly hides his face on the crook of your neck. “be nice and wait outside f’me. i’m just gonna get my stuff, okay?” you stand up, picking up your discarded bra off the floor and clasping it back around your chest. you blow him a kiss as you walk away, past the beaded curtains that separate the room from the loud club.

“i’m leaving for the night!” you tell your boss, barry.

“no you’re not, your shift’s not over” he snaps back.

“i don’t fucking care if it’s not over, i’m leaving”

“if you leave, might as well never come back ‘cus you’re fired”

“go ahead barry, fire me! you and i both know if it weren’t for me, this place wouldn’t be a strip club, it’d be a nursing home.” you scoff, pulling your bag over your shoulder.

“go sit on the bed baby”

rafe hurriedly walks over to the bed, sitting against the headboard.

you drop yourself to your knees, in the middle of his bedroom floor, biting your lip at him as you lay back on your forearms, raising your legs at a ninety degree angle, opening and closing them, beginning your floor dance routine to the loud music playing from the bedroom’s tv.

it was the sexiest shit he's ever seen. rafe watches attentively as you do a back-roll into the splits, finishing your routine.

you crawl over to the bed, looking directly at him as you position yourself over his crotch. “that was so- so hot” you can see his cheeks flush a bright red as you lower your lips towards his, palms flat on the headboard, on each side of his face for support. you kiss him gently at first, knowing he’s new to things like this, but when his hands tentatively find their way onto your ass, you can’t help but go rougher on his lips.

the kiss intensifies as one of his hands slide up your back to unclasp your bra once again. he breaks the kiss just to stare, licking his lips as he peppers kisses all the way from your neck to your tits, squeezing one of them with one hand while the other rests just above your ass. he returns to kissing you. this time you’re the one breaking it to switch positions, having him hover over you.

“you’ve never seen one before have you?” you say with fake innocence, fiddling with the lace of your thong.

“i- i- no..” he stammers, looking down, ashamed “but like- in porn yes” he continues.

“i don’t want you watching that anymore.” you say sternly and you can tell he’s disappointed “you won’t have to sweetie, i’ll send you some of mine” you bring your hand up to touch his cheek, brushing it with your thumb side to side.

his eyes widen, shocked. “wha- thank- thank you so much mommy” he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, kissing it. his breathing becomes heavier as you bend your knee, rubbing it against the boner in his jeans “how much?” he says.

you have to admit you weren’t expecting any money for it, but if he insists...

you think back at the hundred dollars he casually chucked on stage today. rafe is one of those guys who doesn't care where he wastes his money, because he knows he'll get more at the end of the day

“500 for a video?”

“anything for you” his hands roam everywhere from your thighs to your breasts.

he sits back on his knees as you slip your panties down your legs, revealing your wet pussy. he drools at the sight of it, licking his lips and shifting around nervously.

you bend your knees up, bringing your feet closer to your hips as he drops on all fours between you to have a better look. you gently slap your clit a few times “go on… don’t be scared” you encourage, motioning for him to take his hand in yours. you bring it closer to your pussy and he whimpers as it makes contact with his fingers.

he collects some of your wetness on his fingers, bringing two of them closer to his face to examine how it strings when he opens them. “oh m’god” he breathes out, a shiver running through his entire body, causing you to giggle at his innocent reaction.

he drops his hands again, using both of his thumbs to separate your folds, observing your twitching hole. “you can put one in” you say, looking down at his amused expression. he tentatively pushes his index finger inside you, constantly looking up at you, afraid he might hurt you. “you can go deeper, you won’t hurt me hun, don’t worry” you reassure him, messing with some of his hair. his eyes roll back as your pussy immediately sucks his thick finger in, provoking a small whine out of you. he starts pumping it in and out, slowly quickening his pace. there’s so many things he wants to say right now, but nothing comes out. he’s completely whipped, head empty, your moans sounding like music to his ears.

you bring your hand down to your clit and start rubbing it in small circles, jerking your hips to get more and more of his finger in. your thighs clam tight around his hand as you come undone. he groans as you ride out your orgasm "you were so so good for me baby" you praise, patting his head, leaving a proud smile on his face. he loves to please you in any way he can.

you switch positions again, back to having him sitting against the headboard. you find your way between his thighs, arching your ass up, your glistening pussy and toned legs reflecting on rafe’s full body mirror that sat near the corner of his room. his eyes desperately shift between the mirror and the experienced way your hands unbuckle his belt, pushing his jeans and underwear down and shoving them to the floor. you motion for him to remove his shirt, which he does immediately, excited to see what you’ll do next.

you slowly stroke his cock as you gather the pre-cum from his glossy tip, making intense eye contact with him as your hand supports your head. he shudders beneath you as you lick a confident stripe along his shaft. once you reach his sensitive tip, you wrap your lips around him and hollow out your cheeks. his hips involuntarily buck up into your mouth, wanting more and more of the wonderful sensation he was currently feeling. you pause, coming up to look at him and pushing his lifted thighs down “nuh uh, i do the work baby, you just relax yeah?” he pouts, but accepts it, melting into the bed.

his hand falls to your hair, grabbing it into a ponytail, because that’s what they do in the porn videos he's watched. as you take him deeper and deeper, it becomes harder for him to control himself, thighs trembling, abs contracting as his chest rises and falls from how overstimulated he feels. he thought it couldn’t get any better, but as you remove your lips from his cock and bring them to his balls, gently sucking them as your hand jerks him up and down. "fuck- ah- mommy! i'm gonna- 'm gonna cum! please let me cum? plea- ah! please can i cum?" hearing him beg makes you even hornier "mhm" you approve, sound muffled as you swap your mouth for your hands, sucking his cock while your hands massage his balls. that’s when he completely busts inside you, thick ropes of cum overfilling your mouth, letting some dribble down your chin. loud ragged moans leave him. "fuck- oh my god- oh!" he's so deep in your mouth you have no other option but to swallow, not that you wouldn't anyways.

[dollfawnbaby]

your fics are perfect i am in love with them !!

going to read every single one now 🙈🙈

this is such a compliment bc i read your masterlist and i loved it so so much

[dollfawnbaby]

part 2 to loverboy? i loved p1 so much it was sooo good😫😫😫😭😭😭 maybe she finally accepts going to one of his college frat parties after he’s begging her to see her outside of work and well she’s gonna get the 20k either way so she accepts and at the party obviously girls are all over rafe or frankly, trying to be, because c’mon it’s rafe freaking cameron. and maybe she gets jealous? trying to make it obvious that he’s hers? and he’s just over the moon that he saw you again and gets to show you off to his friends, how proud he is that his ‘date’ is older than him and like a smokeshow, every guy is looking her way thinking how the hell did rafe cameron find someone like her

thank you thank you 💗

i will very much do this for pt 3 since i already have pt 2 almost finished and am posting it probably in a few minutes !! all i will say is it’s about readers first day being rafe’s paid gf and she shows him some new things if u get what im sayinggg

i LOVE this idea sm like u got me giggling and kicking my feet as i write this 😩😩 i’ll tag this ask once it’s done !!!

edit:

read pt2 here || pt3 coming soon based on this ask

edit 2:

read pt3 here

[dollfawnbaby]

Babe ur are so talented please write more oh my god!!

tysm 🥲🥲

honestly the support i got was so amazing like i was so not expecting for it to get this much attention so quick

i have sooo many ideas for u guys and it feels like i fell in love with writing again !!

[dollfawnbaby]

𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝑜𝒻𝒻, 𝒾’𝓂 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹 !

drummer!rafe x vocalist!reader

summary: rafe can't handle another man looking at you so he fucks you in a bathroom

warnings: 18+, mdni, fem reader, smut, angst, friends with benefits, brief mentions of drinking and substances, brief mentions of reader struggling with addiction, oral sex, rough sex, jealous rafe, protective rafe, obsessed rafe, unprotected p in v, swearing, dirty talk, rough kissing, singer au

a/n: i lowkey hate this but whatever || drew looks so hot in that photo omg || also i haven't proofread this yet so if u see anything lmk

words: 1.4k

𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔…

𑣲𝄞 the party and the after party - the weeknd

"alright sweetheart, enought partying for you today" rafe decided, guiding you through the loud concert after party by the waist. it's not your fault you have partying in your blood. it's not your fault you're a fun person. some alcohol helps, some coke helps a lot.

you can't help but melt into his protective touch, humming to the song echoing from the loud speakers. your hand reaches under his shirt, giggling when you feel his toned abs, reaching higher to caress his pecs. he looks around awkwardly, working up the courage to remove your hand from there. he really, really liked it there trust him. but he fully knew that if you saw any paparazzi photo of you feeling him up today once you were finally sober tomorrow, you would freak out.

the rumors have spread like wild fire, your flirty comebacks to each other being turned into gossip for magazines and daytime television. your agent begs you to do some interviews and just give the fans what they want, but you and rafe had promised to keep whatever was going on between you a secret, to avoid all drama and negativity that comes with dating someone publicly, afraid that it would damage your connection and eventually cause you to drift apart. so when people ask if anything's going on, you have to act all shocked and deny it. though everyone can see right through your lies.

rafe holds you steady while walking you to the car. he's used to this. you drinking and consuming way too much in just a few hours. happens pretty much after every concert. it was routine.

he laid your practically unconscious body down along the backseat of the car, pressing a small kiss to your forehead.

he drove you back to the hotel you were staying at during the tour, carrying you to your room bridal style. if you were awake right now, you would tell him this is the type of stuff he does that makes people think you're a couple, and for you to stop. instead, you just mumble, head resting against his bicep.

you're fully awake at around 4.30am, unaware of what had happened to you and how you appeared in rafe's room, in his bed. you turn to your left, seeing rafe sleeping peacefully. you reach your fingers to cup his cheek, but suddently feel something brushing against your upper thigh.

as you look down, you see rafe's tented underwear. you bite your lip, wondering if you should actually do this or not. but you're not the type of person to hesitate, so you discreetly tug his underwear down, cock slapping against his lower abs.

you lower yourself enough to lick a tentative stripe along it's underside. you suck, hollowing out your cheeks, dipping lower and lower each time.

rafe finally notices you, taking him a few seconds to register what you're doing. his hand instinctively drops to where your head is, to caress your hair. "that's my girl" he rasps, tilting his head back and letting out a breathy moan.

the next day, the band attends a charity gala, hosted at a palace.

you immediately stick out against the rest of the band members, since you're the only woman, you wear a burgundy red dress, while each of them wears pretty similar tuxedos.

you all spread out, making small talk with different groups of people. rafe's eyes are glued to you from across the room the entire time, studying how you laugh at another man's jokes, how he brushes his fingers against your arm while you speak. it was officially all too much for him. rafe knew you were nothing serious, of course. you were simply good friends who sometimes fucked, nothing more. but still he knew, you were too good to be around some random. he knew he was way better than that stupid guy you were talking to. rafe knew he was obviously hotter than that guy in every aspect of the word. no other guy deserves you unless it's rafe. he is sure he knows how to treat you right.

he walks over to you, fists clenched, with no actual plan in mind. as he creeps up behind you, he makes sure to stare the guy you were talking to up and down, in an attempt to intimidate him. he brings his large hands to your shoulders, massaging you slowly. realizing it was rafe, you melt into his touch, leaning your head back to smile and look him in the eyes.

"i gotta talk to you" rafe whispers, cold look on his face.

"is everything okay?"

he doesn't bother answering, instead just pulling you by the wrist into the nearest bathroom. not wasting time, he locks the bathroom door and picks you up by the hips, pinning you to the door and lifting up your dress to reveal the wet mess that are your panties. "you're my girl" he mutters under his breath. "rafe." you say sternly, knowing exactly where he's going with this. "i've told you already, i do like you, but as friends. you're a very, very good boy in bed and that's all i need from you m'kay?" you bat your eyelashes at him with a sweet tone in your voice. your hands are quick to unbuckle his belt and undress him, in hopes that he forgets all the sadness you've just given him with that sentence. you always knew he wanted more.

"mfph" rafe sighs against your neck "no. you're my girl" lining his cock with your entrance. not only is he mad for all the years he spent trying to convince you, but he's also extremely devastated. you immediately regret everything you just said as rafe thrusts into you hard enough to make you cry. he was definitely going to take it all out on you.

your moans echo in the small bathroom, for sure being heard outside. as much as you wanted to be quiet, it was physically impossible when rafe was drilling into you at such mortifying speed.

he bends you over the bathroom counter, tugging your hair back to force you to look at yourself in the mirror. your mascara and eyeshadow were completely ruined, your lipstick was smudged all over and your hair was especially messy.

you hiccuped each time his cock bottomed out, needing to catch your breath. but rafe had other plans.

he stuck two of his fingers inside your mouth to coat them in your saliva, than he spread it all over your face, continuously slapping your ass while doing it. his palm almost covers your entire face as he uses it to muffle your loud moans.

your thighs shake as you squirt on his cock, the pressure being too much. he squeezes your cheeks together, turning your face toward him. "you're mine. say it"

"SAY IT!" he shouts, slapping your ass again, leaving behind a red bruise.

"mfph- 'm yours, 'm yours!" you let out, his grip on your cheeks making it difficult to speak clearly.

"you're my girl"

"'m your girl! 'm your girl! only yours rafe!" you panic, hoping that then he'll ease into you.

"see? that wasn't so hard baby" he delivers another hard smack to your ass and you jolt forward, taking all of him as he cums inside you.

he pulls out and gets dressed "i got some shit to deal with. i'll be back"

closing the door behind him, he scans the big room to find the familiar face of the man that was talking to you.

rafe stomps up to him and punches him directly on the jaw, everyone around gasping and panicking. he massages his jaw a bit before punching rafe in the nose, causing it to bleed all over his white dress shirt.

rafe finally knocks him out with one swift punch "don't you fuckin' dare even look at her again" rafe spits in his face and leaves, face bleeding, to find you.

you were pulling your dress over your head when rafe opens the door and you choke, the sight of him leaving you so worried, knowing exactly what he just did.

"i did it f'you"

you let your head fall into your hands, trying to collect your thoughts.

"rafe what the fuck were you thinking?!"

"HEY! don't you DARE yell at me! I did that shit for you!"

"i didn't want you to do this.." you cry into his chest. "i'm so sorry rafe, it's all my fault you're hurt." you hiccup.

"hey- hey.. i- it's okay don't worry 'bout me" he assures, with a calm voice, wrapping his arms around you, bringing you to sit on the toilet seat, comforting you.

rafe will always put you first, even though he's the one hurting the most.

[dollfawnbaby]

𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒷𝑜𝓎

downbad!sub!rafe x stripper!reader ⁀➴ pt1, pt2, pt3

summary: rafe is still a virgin at 19, feeling pressure from his friends, he decides to go to a strip club. he walks in as you're performing and is immediately obsessed, but he can't leave without making sure he'll see you again

warnings: 18+, mdni, fem reader, smut, swearing, strip club, heavy petting, dirty talk, slight age gap (19-22), grinding, rafe cums in his pants, nicknames (mommy, baby, sweetie, cutie), rough kissing, virgin rafe, experienced reader, reader has a soft spot for rafe, stripper au

a/n: the whole series is pretty much inspired by the movie anora !!

words: 1.1k

𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔…

𑣲𝄞 rules - doja cat

you've been working at the club for three years already. it might seem glamorous on the outside, but it's so extremely exhausting. having to start your life at night every single day is awful, and there's mostly just creepy old men. atleast you get a decent salary though, your teenage years of gymnastics and dancing having paid off for something.

you were doing your routine at the main stage, the stage lights covered pretty much all your view to the audience, thankfully. you had done this routine so many times, you now just work in autopilot, letting the music flood your senses completely.

once you reach the end of the song, you collect all the tips the horny men have thrown onto the stage's ground. backstage, you put on your significantly short pink miniskirt and cropped top that you had to tie in the front. you head outside to the tables, your heels clicking on the shiny acrylic floors every step you take, looking for your next target to make conversation with, and eventually, get some tips from.

you choose what seems a bachelor party of 30 something year old men. "hey boys" you say, twirling your hair, with your fake seductive voice, sitting on the lap of one of them. you hint at a private dance for the soon-to-be groom. they all whistle, saying some nasty things about you, but you just tune it out at this point, dragging the man by his wrist with a pretend sultry smile on your face.

while walking towards the private rooms, you feel a tug on your arm. defensively, you turn around, quickly realizing it's just your boss, barry.

"what?" you say, somewhat annoyed he was interrupting your chance of getting a good tip.

"rafe cameron wants a lap dance from you, now"

"can't you see i'm busy?" you say staring between your boss and your customer.

"i don't care, it's rafe cameron"

"i don't know who the fuck that is!" you shout, getting mad he's taking up your time when you could've been done with this dance already.

"he's ward cameron's son, saved my ass many fuckin' times! the only reason you're still here is because of him!" barry shouts back, insisting you leave your customer.

"sounds like a you problem" you snort back, turning around to guide your client to the private room.

barry yanks your arm back "he said he'll pay triple of whatever the fuck this guy's payin', just to have ya" you're sold immediately. all you care about is the money. "could've said that to begin with" you retort, pulling your arm away and walking over to the table area again, barry chasing after you quickly, just after he apologizes to the other customer and calls another girl to give him the lap dance instead of you.

"here she is" barry presents you to rafe before going off to do something else. he's definetly a lot better looking than most of the guys you have here. you swiftly put on your faux smile "hey handsome" you say, batting your eyelashes, trailing your nails over his bicep. you can see him visibly flustered, ears turning pink. “don’t be nervous, c’mon” you giggle, taking your hands in his, you guide him to one of the private rooms.

you sit him down on the couch, beginning the dance. "you were fuckin' spectacular on that pole" he mutters under his breath, looking you up and down, drinking you in. his eyes stop glued at your perky tits, lips parted, eyelashes fluttering, not being able to look anywhere else. at this point you've stopped the dance, straddling his lap. it's very clear what he's looking at. looking at him with endearing eyes "want me to take it off sweetie?" you ask kindly, tugging at your pink tied crop top, bringing your hand up to brush a few hair strands out of his face.

he licks his lips, eyes not leaving your chest. "mhm"

“yeah?” you bring his hand to the fabric, helping him untie it, making your perfect boobs spill out.

he lets out a small groan, eyes still peering down at them. "m'god" he breathes, mouth open, eyes wide. you giggle, never having seen a man this whipped over a pair of tits.

"c- can i- can i feel?" he stutters, his eyes nervously shifting between you and them. you tangle your hands in his hair, giggling at how anxious he was. "'f course cutie. y'can do anything you want to me" this is really not true for anyone else, you've never let the musty men that come to the club touch your precious body, you were here to simply do your job and leave. but this boy, this boy is just so adorable.. there's no problem in breaking the rules a little right?

he hesitantly brings his shaky hands up to cup your breasts. you press your hands over his, encouraging him to apply more pressure. you let out a fake moan to see how he'd react. his body completely froze, as if he had just done something wrong. you cup his face, peppering small kisses all over his, grinding your hips against his growing erection at the same time. he stays still, not really knowing what to do, as you wrap your arms around his neck, hiding your face in it's crook.

you feel his hips buck as you grind against him, pressing your wetness on his bulge. he helplessly rubs himself on you, letting out small breathy whines and moans. you can feel his cock twitching more and more on your panties, his moans getting louder and more uncontrollable. this man whines like a baby, and it honestly just makes you smile a little, wanting to comfort him.

"'s okay baby, relax. just let it go" you encourage him as he gets louder and less precise with his movements. "agh- mommy! mmgh-" "yes baby, i'm here. i'm right here. shh, 's okay" your praise only makes him cum faster, a damp spot appearing in his jeans. he's panting, you give him a kiss goodbye on the cheek as you get up off his lap, and he hurriedly searches for his wallet, to pay you.

"can i have your number?" he blurts out, not thinking.

"oh.. i don't- i don't usually give my number to my customers-" you say, trying to stir away from the fact that customers were only customers to you.

"i'll pay you!" he interrupts, desperate for a yes. "do you uh- work outside the club or somethin'?"

"like an escort?" you furrow your brows.

"i uh- i didn't- i didn't mean it in a bad way-"

"how much would you pay me?"

"i dunno uh- 15k for a- for a week?"

"20"

"okay"

you truly felt like you hit the jackpot, 15k was already huge, but the way he didn't even hesitate to add another five thousand just to have you.. it made you wonder what other things he would do for you.

he reaches up to palm your breast again, and you just smile into his eyes.

"so.. here's my number..."

[dollfawnbaby]

𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉?

player!frat!rafe x sorority!reader

summary: on a gloomy november day, you convince rafe to ditch his meeting to watch a movie together, but things quickly escalate as he teaches you some new things

warnings: 18+, mdni, fem reader, smut, kinda fluffy at the end, swearing, situationship, different positions, rafe recording reader, dirty talk, rafe talks reader through it, rough kissing, unprotected p in v, rafe finishes inside reader, kinda inexperienced reader, experienced rafe, college au, song inspired

a/n: pt 3 to my series of the college au, though it can be read separately - m.list - i had these 3 in my drafts for a long time that's why they're out so quickly !!

words: 1.4k

𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔…

𑣲𝄞 34 + 35 - ariana grande

it's a cold, gray night. raindrops fall against your sorority's bedroom window. you just took a long, warm everything shower. you're clean, shaved, no bumps, no texture, no nothing. the toilet seat supports your leg as you apply your body oil, giving your legs a glowy finish. you do the same for your arms, stomach and chest.

you remove the towel wrapped around your hair, and use it to dry the ends. your bare body moves towards your drawer, of which you take out a white lacy thong and a matching bra. the full-length mirror caught your attention. fuck, you look good right now.

you pull the white cotton tank top over your body. the contrast from the lacy bra peeking out to the innocent looking top is sure to make rafe go crazy. you just feel so beautiful right now, it wouldn't hurt being reassured of that would it? you have to call him to come and see you.

the phone rings but he doesn't pick up. suddenly, you get a text

sweetheart i cant im at a meeting are u okay?

a meeting? seriously? when you're over here looking like this? it's time to show him what he's missing out on then.

rafey

i need you

holy shit fuck 10 more minutes?

come now or i start without you

dont you dare im coming over

what's more important: a stupid college meeting, or you freshly shaven, squeaky clean? rafe knew exactly what it was.

as soon as you heard knocking on your bedroom door, you smirked, laying in bed "come in!"

rafe looked at you from the door, with his mouth hung open, lust taking over his eyes immediately. "baby... baby... fuck.." he makes is way over to you, shaking his head, smirking, looking you up and down. "god you're perfect" you give him a quick peck on the lips, turning around facing away from him, getting on all fours, letting your face rest against the cozy bedsheets, ass up in the air. you look up over your shoulder, wiggling your ass at him with a teasing smile on your face

"you gotta stop or i'll get ya pregnant right the fuck here" he wraps his hands around your hips, pressing his growing bulge against your wet panties. "y'know i only invited you so we could watch a movie together, n' now you're doin' this to me, sayin' this shit" you say, your voice muffled by the bedsheets. "bullshit" he scoffs "you knew what y'were doin' when you sent me that photo, you fuckin' tease" he snickers, playfully slapping your ass.

he peels your sticky panties off you and you feel the cold air hit your folds. you quickly lift yourself enough to remove your top, letting rafe unclasp your bra, palming at your tits. he leaves a trail of kisses on your bare back and reaches for his phone in his back pocket.

he massages your plush ass "baby.. do y'think i can maybe like- record this? f'me, y'know.. when i miss you" he had no problem asking that to the other girls he's fucked, but he feels nervous about you, knowing you're not as experienced. "sure" wow, you really were naïve, he thought. "thank you sweetness, so good to me" he presses record, running his thick finger through your wet pussy. he uses his index and middle finger to spread it, showing the camera your insides. then carefully pushes his middle finger inside you, pumping in and out slowly. you could hear him breathing heavily, adding a second finger and quickening the pace. the phone's microphone picks up all your sweet moans and all rafe can think about is how he'll use this footage later.

he removes his fingers and moves you onto your back. looking up at the camera with a desperate, needy look. rafe passes you the phone and you turn it to him while he undresses. you had only fucked in missionary, rafe knew that, and he was determined to show you so much more tonight.

he plunges his fingers in and out of you rapidly again. you're not used to this type of pressure, your body reacting accordingly, the camera shaking slightly. once he removes them, you feel so empty, your tight hole clenching around nothing. he flips you on all fours again, taking the phone from your hands, placing it on your bedside table, balanced against the foot of your lamp, still recording everything.

holding his thick cock, he teases it at your entrance, releasing a desperate whine from both of you. he pushes in, causing you to arch your back. his hands roam your waist possessively, his hips snap forward harder each time, porn-worthy moans escaping your lips. "yes- ah- yes baby- c'mon" he grunts leaning down to kiss your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist. he hooks his two fingers in your mouth, stretching it back, taking his other hand on your chin to tilt it towards the camera. "smile sweetheart" he says, barely allowing you to breathe with how hard he's drilling into you, the bed shaking like an earthquake.

your legs tremble uncontrollably, tears falling from your eyes. he kneads your tits, releasing his own ragged moans under his breath. as he feels himself getting closer, he reaches over to your clit, rubbing it in quick circles. you scream, throwing your head back and you both cum together. rafe pulls out, picking up his phone to record the cum leaking out of you. his finger pushes it in again.

"let me show you somethin' baby" rafe lays down and pats his lap. you straddle him, face turned away from him. he grabs your hips and manhandles you to sit on his face. you yelp, not really understanding what he's doing, but when his tongue starts swirling around you, you get it. his hand pushes forward on your back, causing your face to stay right above his cock. you hesitate. he lifts your hips to talk "just suck it baby, like a lollipop".

you do exactly as he tells you and start sucking. you're not going deep enough, rafe wants to push your head down some more, but he can't reach it with his hands, so he opts for his feet instead, folding his leg slightly. your eyes widen as you feel his ankle pressing on the back of your head, bobbing it up and down, taking him deeper, faster until his cum spurts into your mouth, and he forces you to swallow, keeping his ankle on your head. he eats you like a man starved, his arms wrapped around you prevent you from lifting your hips when it's too much, he doesn't care. you start feeling something you haven't felt before, you've had great orgasms ever since you've been with rafe but it never felt this intense. as rafe pokes his tongue in your hole, you can't hold it in anymore, squirting all over his face. "fuckk" you scream. rafe tries to lick it up but it's a lot. he props himself up on his hands, chuckling when he sees your terrified face "i'm so so sorry, i don't know what the fuck that was" "that was amazin' sweetheart, don't worry, you just squirted" he let's out a small, amused laugh at how innocent and sensitive you were, quickly before pressing a kiss to your forehead as an attempt to calm you down.

you put your panties and top back on, no bra, since you want to stay comfortable. rafe pulls his sweatpants over himself.

"are you done now? can we finally watch the movie?" you smile, pretending to be bored, pressing play "get your ass back here" rafe pulls you by your waist "don't be actin' like you didn't enjoy every single second of that"

you giggle into his kiss, wrapping your hands around his neck, straddling his lap. "i'm jus' so happy i didn't stay at that meeting" kissing you slowly and lovingly. his hand brushed through your hair while the other rested just above your ass, occasionally lowering to give it a little squeeze.

as the time goes on, you start getting sleepier and sleepier. you really do try to keep your eyes open to finish the movie, but your body betrays you and you end up falling asleep on rafes bare chest, his fingers tracing small circles on your shoulder.

[dollfawnbaby]

𝒾 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓊𝓅

player!frat!rafe x sorority!reader

summary: rafe doesn't want to admit he wants more than casual, he'd rather argue with you and make up after instead

warnings: 18+, mdni, fem reader, smut, mentions of masturbation, swearing, dirty talk, toxic rafe, rafe doesn't know how to deal with his feelings, make up sex, unprotected p in v, cunnilingus, rafe learns aftercare, kinda inexperienced reader, experienced rafe, college au, song inspired

a/n: pt 2 to my series of the college au, though it can be read separately - m.list

words: 2.3k

𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔…

𑣲𝄞 make up - ariana grande

a week has passed since you and rafe had met at the frat party, since he had left you crying in his messy sheets with his cum still leaking out of you. you have to admit it wasn't easy getting up to get dressed and leave, the tears and alcohol blurring your vision. but you eventually picked yourself up after drinking a couple more shots and drunkly walked to the sorority with your girlfriends.

you're now laying in your bed, knowing that you're most likely making a big deal out of everything, like always. he said he'd "see you around" which means he does want to see you again, right? but the way he left you was so... asshole-y? i mean, you knew what you were getting into, starting something with someone like rafe. you were warned and you knew very well he doesn't do relationships. you also knew you are not a hook up girl, you're a date girl. a take home to meet my parents girl. a marry girl. so why the hell did you break your rule for like- an hour of satisfaction?! it was really satisfying though... this is so frustrating.

the first and only time you had sex, before rafe, was in your first and only relationship. with a guy you swore you would end up marrying, so it wouldn't hurt experimenting a little right? wrong, you broke up a few months later. and the sex wasn't even that good, not now that you know what real sex is supposed to feel like. whatever you felt with rafe.. that's what it's supposed to feel like. it wasn't just sex, it was a connection.. god! does he leave all the girls he fucks like this?!

rafe wasn't feeling so well either. it's weird because, unlike all the other girls he's had in the past, you weren't so easy to forget. your high-pitched moans were still playing in his head on repeat when he jerked off to the thought of.. you? he's never jerked off to a stupid fling, mainly because he moves on to the next a day later, but usually he just does it to a magazine or a porn video. he tried to deny the thought of you all day, telling himself that it was meaningless, that you were meaningless. but as soon as he goes in the bathroom to shower, he just can't help himself anymore.

he strokes himself quickly, with his left hand looking for support in the shower wall. he groans into himself while thinking of how good you were for him that night, how you moaned his name before finishing and how your legs shook violently against him. he thinks of you until he cums all over his abs and hand. catching his breath, he submerges his face in the cold water, hoping to wash all the nasty thoughts of you away.

he didn't know if he was pissed at you or himself. how dare you have this effect on him? what the hell did you do to make him this obsessed?

the day after, you decide to finally man up and go up to him. unfortunately, he's with his friends. you were hoping to have a little more privacy but there's pretty much not a single second where rafe is alone.

"rafe, can i talk to you?" rafe looks around at his friends as they all "oooh" and "aaah". he has a reputation to maintain, he doesn't want to come off as desperate or submissive, and hearing whatever you have to say in front of his friends will make him seem as exactly that. he does know what he did was wrong, but he does it all the time and no girl has complained yet. also, he's mad at you because you make him feel weird and not manly enough..? he's never been as obsessed with a woman as he is with you and he finds it completely embarrassing. if his friends knew the effect you had on him, he would never catch a break ever again. they're used to seeing rafe as the guy who could get the most perfect girl and not care, because he knew he had so many other options waiting for him.

"what" he says, voice cold and monotone. "i just- i-" you feel your voice getting weaker and weaker by the second. rafe's friends whispering and snickering in your face was not helping either. you decide to just blurt it out "you left me alone that night!" rafe scoffs, looking at his friends, crossing his arms "okay, so? why the fuck are you botherin' me about this?" the guys start laughing, talking to eachother probably about you. this is going so much worse than it ever could. "no! rafe- i was lost and- and- shivering! and you- you just left!" it was difficult not to stutter when you felt so looked down upon by him and his friends "look, i dunno what to tell you m'kay? you're not a fuckin' child you'll be fine" your eyes started watering "what..?"

rafe just hates how conflicted you make him feel, he never cared about any girl but, deep down he knew he cared about you. he cared about you too much. you were taking up every thought in his mind every day after the party. all of this was making him angry and there was no one else to take it out on but you "I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU!" he waved his arms around. he tells himself he doesn't like you, but really he's just trying to convince his friends of that. he doesn't want to look weak. "okay?" this last word came out a little lower, gentler, an attempt to let you know he doesn't actually mean anything he just said.

that's when streams of tears came down your face. you run away, devastated. only stopping when you find your sorority house. you change into a baggy t-shirt and take your jeans off, and lay under the covers, hoping the pain goes away.

five days later and you're still replaying that mortifying god-awful moment you had with rafe and his friends. "I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU!" his words echoed in your head as if you had heard them the first time.

hey it's rafe chad gave me ur number

you practically fall off your bed when you read it. you can't help but smile, quickly composing yourself right after. you're supposed to be mad at him remember?

rafe i don't wanna talk to u rn

baby please just hear me out come over? please?

don't call me that

you stare at his texts, not really knowing what to do. a part of you did want to make up with him, maybe you still had a chance, right? but the other part of you knew that if you said yes, he would have total control over you, and he would get all cocky realizing you're so desperate to do anything he says, running straight to him, even when he fucked up.

"shit" you scamble off the bed to find something to wear. you shuffle through the never-ending pile of clothes in your desk chair and end up finding your abercrombie grey sweatpants and a light pink tank top. you put your hair up in a messy bun and leave shortly after.

you enter through the frats door, trying to remember where rafe's room is. you realize you don't really need to do that when you feel two big hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you in. you turn around, looking up to see rafe with a smirk on his face. "i missed you baby" he says, giving you a quick peck on the lips. you place your hands on his abs, looking away from him, trying to avoid him "yeah". god, he's even hotter than you'd remembered.

he guides you to the bedroom, the frat boys' eyes creeping up on you "maybe he does care about you after all" topper snickers "fuck off top!" rafe shouts across the room, pulling you closer by the waist "ignore him". to be fair, this is the only time they see rafe twice with the same girl. "if rafe doesn't treat you right you always got me" steve shouted, cupping his mouth to echo the sound. rafe let's go of you and angrily pulls steve by the collar of his polo shirt "don't you fuckin' dare say that shit again, i swear i'll kill you" he lets go "chill bro i was just jokin' 'm sorry". and when rafe turns around to meet you, two of the guys start humping the air behind your back, laughing.

once you get to his room rafe is quick to apologize "look baby i know i fucked up okay" he runs a hand over his hair "i really, really fucked up, i didn't mean to hurt you, you know i didn't" he pulls you closer by the waist, trying to hug you, but you reject his attempt, pulling away from him.

"well you did. i feel so stupid thinking there was something between us, something deeper than just- sex"

"i know- i know- i'm so sorry. i uh- i don't really do relationships..."

you cut him off "no shit rafe, you don't have to tell me" getting ready to leave.

"no- wait-" he pulls you by the wrist "i- don't do relationships, but what i'm tryin' to say is- i could like- try with you." you look up at him, gaze softened "what..?" he wanted to say so much more. god, he really did. he wanted to say how much he loved you and how much time you've occupied in his mind, and how he jerked off to the thought of you countless times this week. but, he just couldn't be weak like that infront of you. so he settled for the next best thing.

he sits you on his bed, standing up to look down at you, he brushes his thumb over your chin "just let me make it up to you, yeah?" you nod, not really knowing what he meant. he leans over, laying you down, kissing your neck, breaking apart just to pull your tank top over your head, unclasping your black lacy bra to reveal your breasts "god i missed these perfect tits so much" he rubs his face on them, dropping small pecks here and there. you shimmy out of your sweatpants and panties so you're fully bare for him.

he drops down to his knees beside the bed, parting your thighs with his big hands, then quickly wrapping his arms around them, yanking you to his mouth. caught by surprise, you let out a loud moan. he licks a long stripe across your slit and flickers his tongue over your hole. your hands instinctively find their way into his hair, pulling him closer. "oh my god- oh my god- rafe-" you scream. you had never felt something like this, it was almost ethereal. tears started flooding your eyes, this time for a good reason, no, a great reason. you start crying at the overwhelming feeling, so much so that your eye makeup starts to smudge. with a grunt, he adjusts his body to pull you even closer, sucking on your clit, making you see stars. your moans only made him hornier and more agressive. one of his hands comes up to play with your breasts, pinching your nipples, and the other pushes a finger inside you. it's too much, too overwhelming, you shake your head, legs locking around his head, which he quickly separates again, pinning them flat on the bed "i'm gonna cum- oh m' god rafe- 's too much- i can't-" he lifts his face, making eye contact with you "uh uh" he says rubbing his entire face side to side, coating himself in you "you can baby, i know you can" he keeps going, this time slipping another finger in. "fuckk baby you taste so sweet" it's like he doesn't get tired "i never tasted pussy this sweet" you try to delay your orgasm but fail miserably, screaming and spasming around him. your mascara is dripping down your face and rafe tries to clean it by gently rubbing his thumbs over it.

rafe takes his shirt, jeans and underwear off and is quick to be on top of you "wait- i don't- i-" you try to catch your breath "i don't think i can go again" you mutter, still twitching. he chuckles, burying his face in your breasts, knowing the effect he had on you. he starts to kiss them again "sweetheart, if you wanna date me, you gotta go more than once" he grins wickedly "c'mon, i'll be gentle, i promise".

you gulp as he pushes himself in you, kissing up your neck, finding your lips to make out with. his kiss is wet and hungry, and you're still so rocked by your first orgasm, barely able kiss him back.

once he bottoms out, he sets up a slow pace, grinding his hips against you, hitting all your soft spots. "mhm" you hum "mhm?" rafe repeats, grinning against your skin. "y'look so pretty like this" he kisses you "y'know, i did like you before, i did care about you, it's just- y'know- the guys 'n stuff.." he trails off. you're completely whipped, you can't even think about responding. but you heard everything, and you understand.

"that feel nice?" he asks, pushing in and out of you at a loving speed. he usually likes it a lot rougher, but he didn't want to hurt you more than he already had. you couldn't respond, your body still limp from earlier, but you did whine, so he took that as a yes.

just as he's about to cum, rafe pulls out and strokes himself quickly, moving up to stradle your waist. wincing at the feeling, he cums all over your breasts and collarbones.

he kisses all the cum clean off your body and wraps his arms around you, shushing you to sleep, threading his fingers through your long hair. you were still whimpering, feeling so many feelings at once. "shh, it's okay. it's okay baby i got you. i got you"

[dollfawnbaby]

𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ‎ . ݁۶ৎ ݁˖. (under construction !!)

player!frat!rafe x sorority!reader

just for the night and forget?

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ you don't do hook ups at all, but what happens when you catch rafe's eye, your long time crush and well-known fuckboy, at a frat party?

i love it when we make up

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ rafe doesn't want to admit he wants more than casual, he'd rather argue with you and make up after instead

can you stay up all night?

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ on a gloomy november day, you convince rafe to ditch his meeting to watch a movie together, but things quickly escalate as he teaches you some new things

i am the only for sure (in progress)

downbad!sub!rafe x stripper!reader

loverboy

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ rafe is still a virgin at 19, feeling pressure from his friends, he decides to go to a strip club. he walks in as you're performing and is immediately obsessed, but he can't leave without making sure he'll see you again

don't know how to act

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ stripper!reader's first day as rafe's paid girlfriend

dance on me tonight

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ based on this ask || reader finally accepts to go to one of rafe's frat parties and both draw a lot more attention than they thought they would

drummer!rafe x vocalist!reader

fuck off, i’m with the band !

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ rafe can't handle another man looking at you so he fucks you in a bathroom

super freak (in progress)

mean!rafe x ditzy!bimbo!reader

pornstar!rafe x pornstar!reader

nerd!rafe x reader

actor!drew x actress!reader

drew’s replies to reader’s instagram stories (in progress)

[dollfawnbaby]

𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉?

player!frat!rafe x sorority!reader

summary: you don't do hook ups at all, but what happens when you catch rafe's eye, your long time crush and well-known fuckboy, at a frat party?

warnings: 18+, mdni, fem reader, smut, swearing, dirty talk, rough kissing, unprotected p in v, rafe finishes inside reader, kinda inexperienced reader, experienced rafe, college au, song inspired

a/n: first post kinda nervous

words: 2k

𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔…

𑣲𝄞 touch it - ariana grande

you've seen rafe around campus sometimes. he's always with his big group of frat bros who were equally as easy as him, but, obviously, not as handsome. let's face it, rafe cameron is the biggest player there is and there's no denying it. he's been with pretty much every girl on campus and acts as if he's proud of that. three of your girlfriends have been with him years ago and still can't stop whispering and reminiscing on how big and experienced he is every time he walks past you guys.

you know that, though you are, he's not the relationship type, and you preach that you are incapable of just hooking up with a guy since, as you say it, you "have self-respect". but as soon as you glance at him, all that conviction you once had flies out the window.

the fuzzy pink carpet on the floor of your sorority's bedroom seems like a great place to lay on while painting your nails while gossiping with your friends.

"he was licking everywhere but the fuckin' clit! i mean, i appreciate the effort, but it was so so awful and i just didn't have the heart to tell him 'cause he's so sweet, so i just layed there for like- thirty minutes just staring at the ceiling waiting for him to get tired or something and-" tiffany blabers on about how terrible her date was last night while all the other girls are crying laughing.

"are you going to the party friday night?" you mindlessly interrupt, looking at them with a worried look. you had heard about the party through a friend, it's supposedly someone's birthday at the frat. rafe's frat. everyone stops to look at you.

"course, is everything okay?" one of them asked, furrowing her brows, confused as to why you even bothered asking, everyone goes to the parties! it would be weird not to.

"yeah, yeah. it's just- do you know if rafe's gonna be there?"

"why do you care? he's such an asshole anyways"

"i mean yeah, but he's hot when his mouth's shut!" haley chimes in. all the girls errupt into laughter after that.

"no but seriously" you cut in "i haven't been able to get him out my mind, the things i would let that man do to me.."

"WHAT?!"

"you cannot be serious right now"

"i thought you didn't do hook ups..?"

"i don't but- i can change him?" you shrug, letting out a nervous rafe. you know it's stupid to think you can "change" rafe cameron, but he's just so dreamy. you had to have him, it's just a stupid rule right?

it's friday afternoon, you're done with all your classes for the day and you frantically rumage through your wardrobe, in hopes to find something for the party. you want to look sexy for rafe, to make him look once and forget his own name. you settle for a light pink satin dress that sits way too short on the ass and way too low on the chest. you don't even know why you still own this, it's from years ago and was buried deep inside your closet. you've grown a bit in height since then, which only makes the already short dress look shorter. but you do look really good in it so..

your hair is styled in a messy blowout, and you've got a shimmery smokey eye and a glittery gloss that is sure to get his attention.

you feel stupid doing all this for a boy. you thought you were "miss independent" and all that. i mean, you haven't even interacted with this man once, apart from the casual "heys" when you go out with mutual friends. this isn't just any man though, it's rafe cameron.

as soon as you enter the frathouse, you scan the room, hoping to see his face. you immediately find him, sitting on a couch with his legs spread far apart, surrounded by his friends, laughing and drinking out of a red solo cup.

you walk to find your friends across the room from him, and look over your shoulder in an attempt to make eye contact with him.

he sees you and his smile quickly fades, letting all his friends keep talking, laughing and drinking, as he just looks you up and down, his lips parted.

even though you really want to, you don't break eye contact, trying to seem as confident as possible, while you were screaming on the inside. a slow grin shows up on his face as he motions for you to come over, patting his lap. you think twice, making sure he's actually talking to you, but as soon as you realize he is, you make your way over to him with a sweet smile on your face.

"don't be nervous" he pats his lap again. you have no choice but to sit on him, a wave of confidence washing over you, making you wrap your arms around his neck. "i recognize you, what's your name sweetheart?"

"y/n, we have a few of the same friends. hailey and chad?"

"ah yeah, i remember you" he smirks "you're the shy girl who kept lookin' at me while they were talkin'."

you blush, hiding your face in the crook of his neck "i'm not shy!"

"you're kiddin' me right? you are shy, that's the shyest thing ya could've done" he mimicks you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck this time.

you just smile, and he tangles his hand in your hair, pushing you in to kiss you. it's weird for things to escalate this quick, you'd much rather go on a date before kissing a guy. but this is different right? you hesitate to kiss him back but quickly melt into it as you feel his hand squeezing your ass.

kelce pats him on the shoulder, laughing with all the other guys about how he already got a girl on his lap this early on in the party "damn rafe! ask for her name first!"

rafe breaks the kiss to shoot back at him "i already did dumbass" he looks back at you "ignore 'em" kissing you again, this time deeper and needier. you can't help but climb onto him more, you're practically on your knees straddling him at this point, frantically messing his hair up with your hands. you feel the bulge in his pants as you sit back down, which quickly creates a weird feeling in your stomach. as soon as he feels the wet mess in your panties seeping through his jeans, that's when he knows it's go time.

"you look so fuckin' hot tonight" he leans in to whisper in your ear "can i show you somethin'?" you give him a small nod and he quickly lifts you off his lap, grabbing you by your wrist. "c'mon" he walks you through the sea of people chatting and dancing with his hand sitting low on your waist, ignoring his whistling friends in the back.

he leads you upstairs to his room. the sound of the music and talking is muffled when he shuts the door and pins you against it, kissing you again, even rougher this time. you are so into it, and you quickly open your eyes just to scan his room. your eyes dart to the playboy poster of a practically naked woman, some dirty laundry by the foot of the bed, a clearly used ash tray, and his roommate's undone bed in the right corner.

he notices your eyes are opened "hey, you not enjoyin' this?" he whispers against your lips, furrowing his brows. "what? no! no! i am! i really am!" you panically say, worried that he might want to stop. he simply lets out a laugh at your anxious expression and keeps kissing you.

"can i see you?" he asks, fingers playing with one of the straps of your dress. you think he means can i see you again? as if asking to take you out on a date, but you quickly realize he means undressing you to see more of you. of course, what were you even thinking? to be honest, he couldn't care less if you wanted him to undress you or not. he just said that to all the girls to make them believe he actually cared that they felt comfortable.

"yeah" you sigh, composing yourself, letting a strap fall down. he tugs the rest of your dress down, the silk pooling at your waist, to find you wearing no bra. "fuckkk baby you're so perfect" he praises, leaning down to makeout with your left breast, while his right hand kneads the other. you let out a small whine, which he responds to by cockily chuckling against your hardened nipple. he knew the effect he had on you.

he reached to remove the rest of your dress and let it fall to the ground. he takes your hand in his and uses it to palm his erection "you feel that baby? 's what you do to me" he looks down at your soaked lace panties and plays with the small bow on the front of them. he tugs them down, discarding them into his pocket. his fingers swipe through your arousal and you let out a small moan "y're sensitive huh?" then shamelessly presses his middle finger all the way in on your hole "so tight, dunno how i'm gonna fit there" he chuckles into your lips. he quickens the pace causing your legs to shake "just hold onto me" he breathes as you tighten your arms around his neck. he pulls his finger out, a soft whine escaping your lips. you work to quickly undress his shirt while he undoes his belt and pulls his jeans and underwear down, shoving them to the side, his eyes fully on you.

you're both completely naked now, he walks you to the bed while kissing you, groaning into your mouth. he drags his cock through your folds twice and pushes in, not being able to hold any longer. he would've teased you so you could beg for him, but something about you just made him crazy, he needed to have you right now. you let out a loud moan, throwing your head back as your back lifts off the mattress. he stands up and hooks your legs over his forearms, pulling you closer to him, and starts drilling into you at a sickening speed, groaning into your ear "yeah, fuck- yeah, oh baby, yes". you can't help the sounds that are coming out of your body, you are sure everyone else at that party can hear the both of you.

his strokes start getting uneven, and you feel yourself get closer to the edge. he lets go one of your legs to press his hand into your lower abdomen while his thumb circles your clit. "rafe! rafe- fuck- i'm gonna cum! rafe i'm gonna cum!" your legs shake uncontrolably "c'mon pretty" he responds, rolling his eyes, throwing his head back and grinning at the sensation, the best he's ever felt, and he's felt a lot.

you both come undone. he lays down next to you, chest rising and falling, ragged breaths, trying to return to normal but still enjoying the feeling. "fuck baby" he reaches in to kiss your neck, and you hook a leg over his. he looks at you with a glimmer in his eyes, hand reaching to tuck a lose strand of your messy hair over your ear. he looks at the ceiling, and with a quick sigh, gets up and starts getting dressed. your legs are still shaking as you look up at him worried he's going to leave you here.

"i'll see you 'round yeah?" he says, shutting the door, going downstairs to meet his friends again, who receive him laughing, knowing exactly what just happened.

a salty tear rolls down your face. and after one comes two, and you start crying, feeling used. wondering if it's the last time you'll see him.