Frat!perv!manipulator!Rafe that finally gets a taste of topper’s dumb gf…
(Warnings: oral f receiving, manipulation, drunk/dubcon, cursing, praise, fingering, cheating)
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Fuck.
Is all Rafe could think of when he saw you, wearing that white shirt that had your tits spilling out and showing off your tummy.
Not even mentioning that denim skirt you always seemed to wore. All he wanted to do was fold it up and dry hump the shit out of you like he did two weeks ago.
How was Topper such a lucky bastard?
You had a warm smile on your face, a red solo cup in your fingers as you giggled at something your boyfriend was drunkenly rambling on about.
It was a big party night at Outer Banks University, specifically for Alpha Sigma Phi. One where every frat guy got laid, except Rafe tonight. He couldn’t care less about the other girls’ eyes on him.
Not when your eyes weren’t on him.
Rafe was tipsy. He would prefer to be drunk, but he knew he should probably be somewhat aware of his actions. Especially since you were dressed so fucking deliciously.
As soon as Topper left your side, though, Rafe stalked over to you like a predator.
“Hi, sweetness.” He coos, blue eyes locked on your tits before flickering back up to that pretty face he’s so obsessed with.
“Hi, Rafey.” You drunkenly giggle, barely standing on your own two feet.
“Y’look like a mess, baby.” He teases, his big fingers moving to gently poke where the fabric of your shirt is exposing your soft tummy.
You squirmed a bit at the action, almost falling over. Which, Rafe clearly planned for, since his big arms caught you.
“Woah, y/n. Maybe I should take ya upstairs, huh? Back t’mine and Top’s room?”
He was acting like a concerned friend, but in reality, he wanted to get you away from all the prying eyes. Alone.
“Uhmm…” you just hummed unsurely, but didn’t protest when Rafe wrapped his arm around your waist and started guiding you through the crowded house, all the way upstairs into his and Topper’s shared bedroom.
He helped you slip your shoes off, your legs stumbling over to your boyfriend’s twin xl bed before Rafe’s big hands lifted your hips to set you down carefully on it.
“There ya go, good girl.” He murmurs softly, although his cock is painfully hard in his jeans.
“Thank you, Rafey.” You mumble out drunkenly, laying back on the mattress, angling your head so it’s not propped up against the wall while your hips still face the side of the bed.
“Anythin’ f’you, sweet girl. Y’know that.” He coos, his perverted eyes automatically drifting down to where your thighs are spread a bit, revealing a damp spot on your pretty panties.
“Oh, babygirl… look a’ya. All wet ‘n needy f’me. S’your boyfriend takin’ proper care o’ya?”
His thumb came over to start rubbing against your clothed clit, blue irises flickering back up to watch your face.
“A-ah, Rafey.” You mewl softly, lifting your head to watch with half-lidded eyes.
“Shhh, be a good girl f’me, yeah? Rafey s’jus’ helpin’ ya out.”
He gently grasps your thighs and pulls them to where he’s standing next to the side of the bed, fingers hooking into the cotton material of your panties as he tugged them down your legs.
You just laid back against the shitty mattress, mind spinning. But you trusted Rafe. He is your boyfriend’s best friend, after all.
Rafe almost came in his underwear at the sight of your drenched pussy. How long have you been left aching during the party? His poor girl.
He’s had so many wet dreams and fantasies about this moment, and it takes everything in him to not pull his own pants down and fuck you senseless on Topper’s bed while there’s a party downstairs.
But, somehow, he refrains as he spreads your thighs a bit more as he leans down a bit, resting his toned chest against the edge of the mattress.
“S’pretty… such a pretty baby.”
You went to respond, brain fuzzy from alcohol. But then a warm, wet tongue met your bare clit, and the only thing that escaped you was a soft moan.
“Fuckkkkk…” Rafe grunted, already leaking precum in his boxer briefs just from his tongue flicking out to sample your hardened bud.
Just the little taste already had him even more addicted.
He couldn’t help himself, he’s been fucking his fist to this thought for months. His mouth latches onto your drenched cunt, tongue swiping through your folds and over your clit.
“R-Rafe!” You cry out, fingers digging into your boyfriend’s sheets.
“Shh, sweet girl. Shut up.”
He lifted two fingers and slid them through your parted lips, your mouth instinctively starting to suck on the long digits. His cock twitched at the sight and he let out a small moan against your pretty pussy.
He watched you suck on his fingers for a minute before he reluctantly pulled them out, a string of saliva connecting your lips from his soaked digits.
“Good girl, baby. Such a good girl f’Rafey.” He praises softly, his middle and ring finger gently sliding into your quivering hole.
“A-agh…” was all that left you, unable to form words in your drunken, pleasure-filled mind.
He swore under his breath again, watching how your greedy cunt swallowed his fingers. He looked back up at you as he began to slowly slide his fingers in and out, his tongue moving back to slide circles around your throbbing clit.
You were panting, back arching, hips bucking. All for him.
“Such a sweet cunt, babygirl. Knew I called ya sweetness f’a reason.”
He crooks his fingers against that spongy spot inside of your walls, his own stomach feeling warm when he heard you whimper out.
“Rafey…”
Rafe felt like such a fucking loser, because all it took was you moaning his name before he’s cumming in his underwear, sensitive cock completely untouched.
“Shittt, y/n. G’nna let m’eat this pussy whenever I want?” He practically whimpers.
Your tummy was feeling tight as the pleasure was getting overwhelmingly good, better than any time Topper tried to eat your cunt.
He could feel your walls fluttering around him, your eyes squeezed shut, pretty lips parted.
“Cum f’me, sweet girl. Cum all over Rafey.”
His command was enough to send you over the edge, soft mewls and noises leaving you as your body trembled for a good ten seconds.
Which sent Rafe into another orgasm, his underwear and jeans completely ruined from his sticky, leaking cock.
And Rafe has never been able to cum without getting any friction on his dick before, but here you were, making him cream himself twice back to back while he ate you out.
“S’good… S’good.” He coos softly, lapping up your release, his own legs shaking a bit.
He was feeling overwhelmed, beyond grateful his chest is leaning against his best friend’s bed.
You let out another little whimper when he pulled his fingers out of your cunt, your eyes still fluttered shut.
Rafe sucked on his own fingers, feeling his dick twitch again at your addictive taste.
And there was no way Rafe was going to be able to last much longer before he fucked your perfect cunt.
“Rafey?” You call out after Topper leaves the shared frat room.
Rafe was sitting at his desk doing his business analytics homework, headphones over his fluffy hair as he sat in only grey sweatpants and a tight black shirt.
“What, sweetness?” He pulls his ear out of the headphone, dropping his pencil as he turns to give you his full attention.
You give him a big grin, biting on your lip as a small, shy giggle leaves you. Your eyes trail down to his crotch, the outline of his dick on display in the grey fabric.
His gaze catches where you’re looking at, a small smirk curling onto his lips.
“Wha’s that look for, baby? Hmm?” He asks teasingly, heart pounding against his chest as the familiar stirring in his cock starts.
“I like your pants, Rafey.” You mumble, your feet in the air behind you as you lay on your stomach.
“Jus’ the pants, huh?” He questions cockily.
You giggle, rolling off of Topper’s lifted twin xl as you cross the room over to Rafe.
He watched as you sank to your knees in front of him, batting your eyelashes up at him as your hands ran over his clothed bulge.
“Careful, sweet girl. Ya don’t know wha you’re gettin’ into,” he grunts.
It was the first time you ever initiated anything. Everything had all been on him… but fuck.
After he ate your pussy on Friday night, he’s been trying not to bend you over and fuck you until you grow a brain in that airhead of yours.
“Can I suck your dick, Rafey?” You murmur in that soft, sweet voice of yours.
And it took everything in him not to cum right then and there.
As soon as he nods, you tug his sweats down, mouth watering as you see his dick for the second time.
“Is it aching?” You ask, wanting to help him.
“Mhm, yeah, baby. S’hurtin’ s’bad…”
You stare up at him as your hand grips the base of his big dick, your tongue sticking out to swirl around the thick mushroom tip, already leaking precum.
His eyes roll back and he places his hand on the back of your head, already trying not to cum.
“Good girl… really good girl.”
You push your head down more, your hand moving to massage his balls. His cock was bigger than Topper, balls heavier, less hairy.
He was just… better.
“Fuck — oh my god, fuck, yes.” He practically whines, hips bucking up into your mouth.
You giggle against him, staring up at him with those pretty eyes as you push down until your nose is pressed against his pelvis, cock buried deep in your contracting throat.
He’s already leaking precum down your throat, toes curled, his other hand moving to push his hair back.
“Takin’ my cock like a fuckin’ slut, sweet girl. Look a’ya… as soon as your boyfriend leaves you’re crawlin’ over ‘ere, wanting t’suck this big dick.”
You pull back, gasping for air as spit spews out your mouth, eyes glossy.
“Mhm, Rafey, you’re so big.”
You murmur, before the hand that was fondling his balls moves to wrap around his girthy cock, stroking it slowly as you dip your head down to suck one of his balls in your mouth.
“Shit… jus’ like that. Worship those balls, baby.”
You bat your eyelashes up at him, still stroking his dick as you slurp on his sack, spit rolling down your chin and neck.
He lets you suck for a bit before he guides you back onto his shaft, his hands grabbing your head as he pushes his hips in and out of your slutty mouth.
“Gonna cum f’ya, sweetness. Ya want me to fill that pretty throat?”
All you could do was gag and choke on his cock, gurgling noises and his grunts filling the dorm room.
And as soon as your hands touch his thighs, he’s spewing hot semen down your esophagus.
“Swallow it all… fuckkkk…”
His eyes are rolled back, toes curling as he pants and whimpers.
His sweet girl just gave him the best god damn blowjob of his life, and he didn’t even need to initiate it.
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summary: Rafe is just obsessed with his best friend’s girlfriend… and it only gets worse when she’s constantly in their shared room. Luckily, she’s always willing to be his helper.
warnings: manipulation, dubcon (?), cheating, ditsy/dumb!reader, kissing, dirty talk, praise, swearing, oral (f+m), handjob, unprotected piv sex, dryhumping, fingering, groping, lmk if I miss anything
