NSFW a-z head canon list - rafe cameron
[college!rafe cameron] x [fem!bi!reader]
description: a look into the sex life of rafe
warnings: pure smut. dirty talk. name calling. mentions of choking. 18+. reader is small, descriptions of her being five foot. daddy kink, sorry guys. this is fanon rafe. not edited.
A - Argument
There really is never a time where the two of you agree on one thing. It's either you always have to be right or Rafe always has to be right. The two of you were the most toxic couple in the OBX, yet everyone loves hearing the drama between you both. At first Rafe liked you because he thought that you were innocent. A daddy's girl with too much money and power with her name. You did everything you were told and was taught to respect your elders. So when Rafe realized that you weren't who he thought you were, he was a little disappointed. Behind closed doors, he saw the real you. The bratty little bitch who could spit more than she could swallow. The arguments were never serious. Mostly out of jealous and rage about Rafe flirting with some Touron girl or you hitting him with unnecessary attitude out of the blue. "Nah- Rafe, you wanna fuck someone? Go find that touron from earlier." You went to walk out of his bedroom only for him to grab your small exterior and push your body against his shut door creating it to slam. Your hair was pushed up and fell in front of your face, Rafe squeezing your shoulders hard but not hard enough to hurt you. "You'd like that, huh?" His voice was low and you could feel the heat of his breath on your face.
Sometimes it even went to the extent of him threatening your relationship. Boneyard party where you were paying more attention to JJ Maybank than your boyfriend and within seconds Rafe wanted to end JJ. When the two of you got back to your empty house, Rafe already starting a fight in the car- you were over it. "You drive me, insane!" You yelled, throwing your bag down onto your bedroom floor. "I don't understand why you'd want to go and talk with him?" Rafe asked you, his hair in front of his forehead draping over his eyes. "They're my friends." You responded back harshly, "They're pogues!" Rafe yelled, "they're people, Rafe!" You rose your voice louder. It progressed from there. Screaming, insulting, until Rafe had enough and had you up against the wall again holding his hand to your throat, thumb and forefinger holding your chin. "Seriously, no tell me what you were gonna say." Rafe urged you, his knee between your thighs. "You're only jealous because you don't think you're good enough." One thing to know about you. You had a mouth and you weren't afraid to tell it as it is. Rafe grabbed your arm, turning you around and you were thrown onto your bed. "Take off your clothes."
B - Blow Jobs
The first time you gave Rafe a blow job, it was an utter disaster. It was messy and your drunken state forgot about the immense gag reflex that kept you from eating with a spoon in fear of blowing chunks. So the second you got confidence once hearing the boy moan lowly, you were snapped back into reality once forcefully gagging and pulling away as quick as you humanly could. Once Rafe realized what happened, he burst into a fit of laughter as you clenched your sore throat. "I swear to fucking God," you shook your head, making Rafe laugh even harder. "That was amazing, oh my God." he sighed as you looked up to him with watery doe-like eyes. You saw his dick flinch once he saw you, lifting up your middle finger as he grabbed your wrist and lifted you up onto his lap. "You're good, baby..." he breathed with a smirk to his lips. "Good to know my dick's big enough to make you gag." He told you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. "Rafe, I gag if I drink out of a straw." Your told him through slurred words, Rafe chuckling again.
Or it would be that Rafe would be pushed so far as he could go into your throat with out getting a single gag from you.
C - Choking
Rafe realized before you both had sex that you had a choking kink. It was when the two of you started to have a silly fling. Something that you thought would only last maybe three weeks of the summer before you got bored. You were sat on his lap in his dimly lit bedroom, Rafe's hands on your thighs as your lips pressed tightly together. His hand coming up to push your hair away from your face, exposing your neck as he held the back of your neck with his large hand. Squeezing where your hair line stopped tugging it gently before he snaked his hand around, under your shirt before resting his hand along your collarbone. He heard you suck in a breath through your nose and your body sway into his at just the thought of his fingers squeezing your neck and he had never been more turned on.
D - Dirty talk
Dirty talk wasn't new to the both of you. In all honest, it was something that could get Rafe off just thinking about. And in this instance, he was on top of you, thrusting hard into your dripping cunt as your back arched against the bed, pushing your chests together. "Give me that dick, baby... You're so good." You sing-songed making him grip your hip to hit harder inside of you. He pulled out slowly, grabbing your bottom lip with his teeth before sucking on the skin. Feeling the vibrations of your moans against his lips. "You're taking it so good," he looked into your eyes that shown confusion as to why he stopped. Just to thrust harder back into you. "Oh, my fucking God!" You groaned loudly, "just like that, fuck me just like that." You urged him on while squeezing your hands onto his torso. "You want more?" He asked you, "yes, daddy, please." You whined sinfully making him thrust into you. Lifting up onto his knee's and sitting onto his heels, raising your hips up to align with yours and pulling you into him, just before flipping you over onto your hands and knee's, grabbing your hips and aligning himself to your entrance. Teasing you with his tip, "Rafe, fuck me." You warned, he leaned down to your ear, grabbing a fistful of your hair. "What are you gonna do for it? You gonna' be a good girl?" He whispered into your ear, "yes, I'll be a good girl. Please, I need you so bad." You rolled your hips for any friction. Rafe's hand snaking around to grab your throat, squeezing just when he pounded himself into your cunt. You screaming out profanities.
E - Experience
Just to Rafe's surprise, the good, innocent girl he thought he was getting himself into, wasn't so innocent. He was honestly surprised once getting you under the sheets. You were so tiny, he didn't think you could handle anyone's dick- let alone his. "You gotta tell me if I hurt you." He said through messy kisses. He heard you giggle against his lips, him pulling away. "You gotta let me know if I hurt you, baby boy." You teased, making him stare at you as he inserted his middle finger inside of you. Feeling how tight you were around his finger rose his suspicions. "I thought you were a virgin, and by the feel of it..." you smiled to him. "Just because I'm tight, that mean's I'm a virgin?" Rafe smirked, "baby, that's why boys like me." You held your hand to the side of his face before snaking your hand down and rubbing your clit. Rafe watching with his jaw slack. "Now- are you going to make me cum or not?"
F - Film
There were nights when you were out of town or Rafe was and you had just been absolutely soaked. You sent him a text, urgently telling him to send you absolutely anything and he did. Sending back, "earphones, please." as you disregarded the message and played the three minute video of himself rubbing one out.
Then there was the time when you set up your own phone, with Rafe's approval, and filmed you absolutely taking it from him. The sinful moans and screams. The silent groans where the only thing you could hear was how wet you sounded. The bed post hitting the wall. Rafe's sinful comments to you. Your back arched and your stomach on his bed. His hands palming your ass before grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging you up harshly. Your back pressed against his chest as he sat down, you riding him from behind as he had his head rested against the messy duvet cover, guiding your hips to pump into him faster. Him sitting back up to wrap his hand around your throat and rub you from behind, your entire body convulsing at your release making him pull out fast and rub himself. Spilling out over your back that was facing up and your head pushed onto his pillows with messy hair.
G - Girls
The thought always crossed Rafe's mind whenever the two of you were in a group setting. How you mindlessly flirted with your friends or gave them suggestive glances. He remembered how you made out with them over a dare before the two of you begun a relationship. He watched as he sat at the bar with his friends, your hips swaying into your friends before you turned around to face her. A silly smile on your lips as she held you jaw with her hand. Rafe getting distracted at the thought of you getting it on with a girl.
"So, are you into girls?" He asked you that night. Fingers deep inside of you as you stopped your moaning to look at him. "Weird question." You breathed as he pulled out, "just so I know if I gotta watch out for girls too..." you sighed while grabbing his wrist and holding it up to your mouth, sucking on his fingers while his jaw was slack. "Baby... Right now- all I want is you fucking me until I can't walk." Rafe nodded his head while going back to work on you. "So, threesome?" He asked you with a teasing tone, "if you want me to kill a bitch, sure."
H - Humiliation
You loved humiliating Rafe. You thought it was cute. Whether it be in front of friends or when the two of you were alone. You'd say jokes that would make his face turn red and your friends all laugh. Or you'd mention something to one of your friends that caught his attention and he'd snap his head to you, sending you a warning glance only for you to smirk back to him.
I - Intimacy
Rafe was far more intimate than what anyone thinks. Some days he just wants to be held, and that's completely okay with you. Your relationship started off fast, not giving the two of you a 'honeymoon' phase. It went straight into the married for five years with a kid on the way with arguments of old married couple. The down days either consisted of your hands in his hair watching a movie or going for a drive to listen to music with his hand rested lazily on your thigh. Rafe was a different person when it was just the both of you. Rafe's intimate side made you happy, it shown you that he wasn't just with you for mind-blowing sex. The intimacy during sex was what really turned you on though. He was soft and gentle, which you only got sometimes. His hands resting on the sides of your head with his lips pressed to yours as he slowly thrusted into you, you not minding if it felt good or not. You just loved being there with him.
J - Jokes
Jokes during sex were one of your favorite things. You loved how easily you could make something into a joke. Him pumping into you as fast as he can, hand snaked around your throat squeezing as you gripped his wrist. "Gonna pop off my head there," you told him and he instantly pulled away. Taking a quick break as he sat down on his heels, pulling his hair away from his face as he glanced to you. A silly smile coming over his lips before he laughed, "Jesus," he breathed while shaking his head, "got a little distracted? Maybe try not to kill me next time..." you spoke against his lips as he leaned down to kiss you. "No, I'm gonna finish the job next time and just, pop." He made a popping sound with his lips, making you laugh and wrap your legs around his back. Rafe laughing while kissing your neck before slowly pushing back into you.
L - Loud
You could be loud if you wanted to. Doesn't matter if it's during rough sex, foreplay, making love. Anything Rafe does while inside of you makes you want to completely melt into him. His fingers knowing exactly where to go. His thrusts hitting you from a spot where you never thought you'd feel. His mouth sucking in a way that made you speechless until a scream worked up from your throat. His favorite was when it was his name. Fingers inside of you while tongue worked on you. Your hands gripping the sheets as he asked for you to come for a third time that night, "Rafe, baby fuck!" You screamed loudly, not bothered by anyone being in the apartment while he went to work harder and faster only to hear your sinful sounds.
M - Morning
Morning sex wasn't your favorite time to do it. Mostly because you weren't a morning person, neither was Rafe. But sometimes it just had to happen. You'd wake up before Rafe who was holding his hand on your back, something that you found comforting. He laid on his stomach with the pillow over his face, facing opposite of you as you pushed up on your elbows and rubbed your hands over your face before grabbing your phone checking the time. You felt Rafe stir next to you before he groaned quickly, pulling his hand from your bare back to lift himself up, rolling over onto his back while raising his neck to lay his head on his pillow. "What time is it?" The morning voice. That what got you. "Nine thirty" you responded. The morning voice, that what got him. He turned to look at you already looking at him, a silly smirk on his lips as he held out his arm. "C'mere," he urged while you set down your phone and crawled on top of him. Pulling your hair into a low bun so it wouldn't be in the way. Peppering kisses over his face before he grabbed you cheek and kissed your lips. "You wanna ride or want me to do the work?" He asked, you not answering as you pushed your hand between your legs, pushing his boxers down to grab his length, hearing him sigh at the feeling of your cold hands guide him to where you pushed your underwear to the side, slowly sinking down onto his hard length. His hands gripping your hips as you moved lazily against him.
N - Nudes
Your favorite pass time. If you were bored. Nudes. Out of the shower. Nudes. At a family party, nudes in the bathroom. The amount of times Rafe has had to shield his phone from his friends when you sent him something over message was insane. It's not that he hated it, but to an extent he hated it. He didn't like how open you were to taking them. Constantly thinking he wasn't the only one getting them. You sat in the bathroom after your shower, towel hung around your waist as the door was wide open to let the steam out. Rafe walking into his bedroom to find you, only to find you with your phone up to the mirror taking shirtless pictures of yourself. "Sending those to anyone lucky?" Rafe heard his phone go off in his pocket, "mmm, no one special." You told him, sending him a small smile while he opened it up on Snap Chat, locking his phone as he walked over to you, standing behind you as he held his hand over your stomach, pushing his fingers into the towel and arm covering your breasts as you snapped the photo.
O - Overstimulated
Rafe had you bent over the kitchen island. Completely bare as he took you right there in front of the windows covering the entirety of the wall. His hands the only thing holding you up as he made you cum for the forth time that night. "You got one more for me, baby?" He kissed your neck while slapping your ass hard, making you squirm under him. "Please," you sobbed, hands reaching for anything to grip onto as he rubbed your clit with his right hand. "I'm cumming," you told him as he rubbed you faster. Your juices squirting out of you and spreading over your legs and onto the floor, creating a puddle around the both of your feet.
P - Public
One time, you Rafe, and a bunch of your friends went to a club for a night out. You had on a strappy dress with simple heels. Nothing over the top but it had Rafe drooling as soon as you put it on. An hour of being there Rafe had you in the bathroom. The lights were red and the music drowned out, not playing in the room as he pulled up your dress and bent you over the sink. Your hands gripping the sink as he had his hand wrapped around your hair. Tugging the curled locks as he groaned quietly into the air, pumping into you hard. Your hips hitting the harsh edge of the counter while your right hand held yourself up from the mirror, hot breath fogging it up as your eyes were squeezed shut until they opened to see him watching you through the mirror. He pulled you up, hand going to your throat as your back was arched. "C'mon, baby. Cum for me," he pleaded while you fell back down onto your elbows, pushing a hand down to rub yourself as he thrusted into you harder. The both of you cumming soon after while you laid against the cool counter once he lifted your underwear back up and pulled your dress down. Grabbing your hands to lift you back up, kissing you softly. "Good girl."
Q - Quickie
When the two of you had classes during the same time, you went to pick him up before. "You made us late," you told him. "I've been hard since I woke up, it won't go away." He breathed while throwing his backpack in the backseat of you car. You chuckled while pulling out onto the street, "it's not fucking funny." His voice was harsh while you pursed your lips to not laugh again. "Sorry," you spoke, obviously not sorry.
Rafe's jaw clenched tight while rolling down the window, "the cool air gonna calm you down?" You asked him, the music in the background low while glancing over to his face seeing his eyes shut. "I'm not listening to you." He said, you looking down to his pants and raising his eyebrows. "Something is," you teased seeing the hard-on very prominent in his jeans. "God-fucking-damnit." Rafe sat uncomfortably while tugging his pants, trying to loosen them. You held your hand out, rubbing him over his jeans. "Don't." Rafe told you, "oh, come on..." after Rafe didn't tell you to stop, you kept going. Rafe was quick to unbutton his jeans and before he could do anything else you reached back to grab an old sport shirt you had in your car and threw it over his lap, going under the cloth while Rafe held it there, you pulled him free and Rafe leaned back against the seat. Eyes shut and letting heavy breaths pass through his lips.
By the time you hit a stop sign, Rafe grabbed your hand and you pulled the seatbelt, shifting the car into park and flung your hair off to the side while sitting up and sucking at his tip. He instantly came into your mouth once wrapping your lips around him. His hips bucked and cock twitched as you suck. You swallowed all of it, sucking your thumb where his pre-cum was, hearing a car honk behind you while you shifted back into drive and looked both ways before going. "You owe me" you told him, Rafe rolling his eyes. "I don't owe you shit." He joked, chuckling while situating himself.
R - Rough
This happened a lot in your relationship with Rafe. Most of the time it was because you ran your mouth and pissed off Rafe who only wanted to make you scream as loud as your could. You were bratty, especially when you knew Rafe was in a mood. So it didn't help once his hand held around your throat. "If you're gonna choke me don't be a pussy about it." Instantly your hand wrapped around his wrist as he squeezed his fingers alongside the skin of your neck. A smirk coming over your lips, "keep talking shit, baby. Please." Rafe told you while he forced your legs open, "open." He told you once you didn't go along with him. Rafe loosening the grip around your neck once your eyes rolled to the back of your head. "Make me." You spat while he grabbed your hips and flipped you. Giving you no time before thrusting into your tight core, making you scream and thighs shake from the feeling.
Some times you were on the edge of the bed, Rafe's hands held on the mattress next to your head as he was in between your legs, thrusting hard strokes making your tits bounce with contact. Moans coming from your lips while you rose your hands and pulled the pillow tight to your head, eyes rolling to the back of your head. "Oh, yes." You moaned with a sensual tone, one feeling the tightness in your lower abdomen you grabbed his arms with your hands and squeezed. Back arching and face contorting in please. After coming from your high and Rafe was still thrusing inside of you at the same speed, you pushed at his torso. Things shaking as he thrusted one more time, pushing all the way inside of you making your toes curl and hips raise off the bed.
S - Sensitive
You were never fond of giving head. Thanks to the gag reflex or the way it made your jaw feel. But you found loop holes around that. You were usually sat on your knee's between Rafe's opened legs. Cock in your hand as you pumped him softly, squeezing his tip as if trying to squeeze something out of a tube. Gently shaking your hand while you leaned down and sucked at his tip, kitten licking under the crown as you saw his tip get redder and redder as the seconds pass. When you felt his thighs tense, you would stop. Rafe groaning and cursing at you, making you laugh while he would go to do it himself, you pushed at his hands. Going back down and laying on your stomach with your feet in the air. Spending your time in making him feel good while you played with his balls, licking up his shaft while he watched you closely. Trying to hide his orgasm but failed every time. You pulled your hands away every time he tried to thrust into your grip or his breathing haltered. And you went back to work, twisting your hand around his tip, swirling your tongue in places you knew drove him crazy. You grabbed his length with both hands, working him slowly as you kissed him. "Y/N, I swear to God," he practically cried, he felt you smile against him. Another five minutes go by until Rafe whimpers, that's all you wanted. You just wanted to hear him whimper. You pumped him faster and went to put your lips around his tip, sucking hard as he instantly came into your mouth.
T - Teasing
There was lots of teasing that happened in your relationship as well. Mostly when one of the other couldn't have it. If Rafe was on a call with his dad and you decided to walk around naked or get on your knee's, springing him free as he slowly shook his head no. When it came to you, it was when you were getting ready for work or for an important meeting. His hand snaking between your legs and lips kissing your neck. "I'll kill you." You threatened, Rafe chuckling as he licked around your neck. Biting spots softly while getting down onto his knee's. Pushing you over the sink and rubbing his thumb against your clit, feeling you get soaked. Tongue teasing everywhere but where you wanted it and by the time your makeup was done, you had to get dressed and leave.
"You're making that up tonight."
U - Undress
Rafe had you undressed any chance that he got. Shirt off, pants off, any piece of clothing that could be off of your body, it was off. He loved how natural you were. Entranced and focused on memorizing every detail of your body when you were doing normal tasks around the apartment. Cleaning, doing dishes, preparing food. Literally anything. He loved when you slept naked, thinking that you were comfortable around him enough to be in such a vulnerable position around him.
V - Vocal
Before you had started dating. He remembered hearing someone having sex at one of his friends houses. He didn't know who it was at the time, walking past the bedroom and hearing such sinful noises come from someone on his way to the bathroom. He was so tempted to open up the door just to see what the person had looked like. He heard you whimper and plead, heard your moans and cries. It wasn't until after you had started to sleep together he pieced everything together and it left him absolutely speechless.
W - Wild
You were wild. You didn't have a problem telling him if he was doing something wrong or if you wanted it a way you haven't done it before. You didn't have a filter when it came to him. Not in private, not in public. The first few months of dating it really was just you testing him, seeing how he was when you pushed him. Whispering things into his ear while out eating. When meeting his family and your foot pushed under the table to play with his growing cock in his pants. You didn't care if anyone heard or saw what you were doing.
X - X-Ray
You often imagined thought about what Rafe had looked like under his clothes before the two of you became friends. Daydreaming about how big he is, or if he was cleanly shaven. Eyes focused on the buckle of his jeans, not caring if he noticed or not. You knew he was big by just looking at him and how he acted. Talk coming up about size, "Rafe has a," you lifted up your pinky and glancing at him. "Little Rafey, huh?" Rafe just smiled, slowly shaking his head in response while glancing around the room. "Oh, yeah..." he responded, and instantly you knew he was packing.
Y - Yearning
Rafe is always ready for sex. He has no problem in ever getting it up. Sometimes it's a problem being able to get it down. He could think about what your hair looked like for the day and he'd want to bend you over the table and tug at your roots, hearing you whimper under him, pleading for him to do more to you.
Z - ZZZ
After sex, Rafe is usually the first one asleep. Falling asleep next to you with the blankets messily around his torso. Completely bare underneath them while you would be on your back, still trying to catch your breath from the events prior to falling asleep. Clit still throbbing at just the thought of him being able to get you off as well as he did.
