more frat!perv!manipulator!rafe who is still obsessed w topper’s dumb gf
warnings: groping, manipulating, ditsy/dumb/innocent!reader, handjob, praise, cheating, kissing, brief thigh humping
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It shouldn’t have surprised Rafe, really. Topper is your boyfriend, after all.
But when Rafe walked in on you sitting on Topper’s lap, giggling at some compilation of cats doing funny things, it irritated Rafe more than anything.
“Hi, Rafey.” You greet him warmly, your pretty eyes flicking up to see his cold blue ones.
“Hey, sweetness.” Rafe murmurs, although he doesn’t look at you like he typically does. He just hated being around you and Topper together, when you were so affectionate, knowing that you were with his best friend and not him.
“How was class, man?” Topper asks, his hand absentmindedly running up and down your crossed legs. You were only wearing some leggings and a crop top, a more casual afternoon.
“S’fine.” Rafe grunts, taking off his snapback and running a hand through his hair.
He moved over to his twin xl and hopped up on it, his back against the pillow as he propped himself up on an elbow and started scrolling on his phone, trying desperately to block out you sitting on Topper’s lap.
“You don’t wanna watch cat videos with us, Rae?” You ask, turning to look at the tall man who is lying with his thighs spread out a bit.
“‘m good,” he replies shortly.
You frown, but before you could even think about going back to watching the cute kitties, Topper was patting your thigh.
“I gotta go do somethin’, babe. I’ll be back in like twenty minutes.”
You hum, getting off your boyfriend’s lap as he stood up. You gave Topper a small peck, watching as he grabbed his wallet and keys, before uttering a “goodbye” to you and Rafe.
You turned, looking at Rafe. His eyes were already on you, a slight snarl on his lips.
“Are you okay, Rafey?” You ask, moving to the side of his lifted bed.
Rafe stares at you for a minute, not saying anything, the throbbing his cock is feeling against his jeans too distracting.
You poked his meaty thigh, feeling upset for your friend that he was feeling so down.
“Y’know what could make me feel better, sweet girl?” He hummed, a twisted idea forming in his mind as he turned his phone off and set it down on the bed.
“Hm?”
“A kiss.” He says bluntly, blue eyes fixated on the sight of your tummy poking out from the hem of the crop top and waistband of the leggings.
You just smile, leaning over to peck his cheek. You weren’t a stranger to giving Rafe kisses on the cheek or forehead, or him doing the same.
He grabbed your wrist before you could pull away, though. “Not there, baby.”
Your brows furrowed in confusion.
He had to internally roll his eyes. That stupid pout and look of confusion only made his cock harder.
Stupid girl.
“A real kiss, sweetness.”
You pondered it, lips still in a small pout. Your insides twisted, a weird feeling in your heart and tummy.
“I dunno, Rafe…”
“C’mon, pretty girl. S’jus’ me, yeah? Y’know only you can make me feel better.” He convinced, trying to resist the urge to just push his lips onto yours.
You went silent for a moment, just staring at him, looking unsure.
“We’re not doin’ anythin’ wrong, Y/n. You’re jus’ tryna cheer me up, ain’t that right?”
You let out a small huff, but nod. You did wanna cheer up Rafe, it killed you whenever he got so upset.
You leaned over the bed, his big hand moving to your thigh to help pull you up until you were almost hovering over the side of his body.
He kept his hand on your thigh, squeezing it a bit, feeling precum leak from his aching tip as he licked his own lips.
You both leaned in, him a bit too eagerly, you a bit too cautiously.
Your lips collided, and Rafe immediately took control and dominance. He hums into it, his left hand moving to the back of your neck, so you can’t pull away.
You had to put your hand on his thigh to keep yourself upright, which in response, he let out a small moan into the kiss.
His kisses were different than Topper’s. Topper was controlled, slow, sweet, gentle.
Rafe was desperate, dominant, rough, lustful.
His tongue slipped into your mouth, trying not to bust in his underwear when your tongue slid against his. He could still sense your hesitation, and it annoyed the hell out of him.
His right palm left your thigh, lifting your crop top up a bit as it shamelessly groped your tit through your bra. He felt you huff through your nose against his, and he couldn’t help but buck his hips up a bit.
“Mhm— you okay?”
You pull away, feeling him buck. You panted a bit, your lips swollen, as you looked down at his waistline.
“‘m jus’ feelin’ so needy, sweetness. Can ya help me?” He asks, giving you those puppy dog eyes.
The blue irises were just a weakness — no matter who had them.
“Um…” You hesitated, face warm. But then he took your palm and placed it on his clothed bulge, letting you feel how hard he is.
Before you could fully comprehend what was happening, Rafe was already unbuttoning the jeans, the words Lucky You embroidered. He pushed them down just enough, along with his navy blue boxer briefs, for his raging hard-on to stand out.
A small noise left you, one that caused more precum to leak from the dark pink mushroom tip.
“Ya trust me, yeah?” He hums, caressing your cheek.
You hesitantly nodded, eyes locked onto the big dick. Topper’s wasn’t this big… it was like the ones you see in porn.
He had to hide the devilish smirk on his lips as he spit on his own hand and guided it down to his throbbing shaft. “Gimme your hand, sweetness.”
Your hand shook as you held it out for him, a heat pooling in your tummy when your palm and fingers wrapped around him.
“Now move it up ‘n down… jus’ like that…”
He coos, throwing his head back a little as you began to hesitantly, and curiously, stroke his cock.
His big hand went back up to grope your tit, feeling the soft flesh as you continued to jerk him off, thinking you were just helping him.
You may be Topper’s girlfriend, but Rafe knew you were his dumb helper.
“S’good, pretty girl… makin’ Rafey feel good…”
He’s already trying desperately not to cum, but the way you were stuck staring at his erection, like it baffled your innocent brain was quickly sending him to the edge.
“I-is this right, Rafey?” You choke out.
“Mhmm… it feels right, ain’t it?” He groans, pulling you in for another sloppy kiss.
He starts to thrust up into your hand, soft moans and whimpers leaving him.
But what really sent him over the edge was when he saw you start to grind your clothed cunt on his thigh, completely oblivious to your own needs, distracted on helping him.
“F-fuck… keep goin’ baby, don’t stop—“
He grunts, panting as his warm seed spills all over your hand. Rafe’s head is still thrown back against his pillow, those pretty blue eyes half lidded as he stared at your face.
“You’re a good girl, baby… such a good girl f’me.”
He murmurs, pulling you forward to press a tender kiss to your forehead.
