#frat boy rafe

[st6rrrs]

Just to let you guys knows this video has inspired me to make a frat boy rafe x reader 😝🫶

REQUEST ARE OPEN!!

[rafesthroatbaby]

frat!rafe 💦💦💦💦

[sematarygirls]

frat!rafe being so obsessed with you to the point that he kept his radio tuned to the campus radio station just so he never missed your voice.

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you started working at your campus' radio station to earn a little extra money and have something to do to pass the time, but it quickly became the thing you looked forward to every day.

for a couple of hours every day, you were in control. your voice and your favorite songs were broadcast throughout the campus and into the homes and cars of anyone in town that had tuned in to your college's station.

you loved the feeling of control after a whole school day of being in class, under the guidance and control of your professors. of course, you loved class. you had to, after all, you were paying to be there, but you loved your job even more.

unbeknownst to you, head of the most prominent frat on campus and notorious womanizer, rafe cameron, also loved your job.

he'd stumbled upon it by accident. he had been giving one of his frat brothers, johnny, a ride, and the boy started fiddling with his radio. rafe hated when people fucked with his stuff, and right when he was about to yell at him to knock it off, he heard your voice.

you were introducing some song he didn't know or care to know, but your voice alone captivated him.

"don't touch my shit again," he gritted his teeth, glancing over at the boy to make sure he wasn't going to change the station again.

"sorry, man," johnny replied, holding his hands up in defense. the unfamiliar song began playing, and he frowned. it wasn't exactly something he would willingly listen to or enjoy, but he let it play, wanting to hear your voice again when it ended. "what is this shit, dude?" his friend laughed.

"shut the fuck up," rafe replied, ever the aggressive type. he tapped the steering wheel impatiently, willing the song to be over, so he could hear you again.

from that day on, he never touched the radio, and he memorized the station number in case someone else touched it without his permission.

every day, no matter where he went, he was always listening to the campus radio station waiting for you to come on.

he had no way of knowing where to find you, so listening to your voice and laugh as you passionately talked about your music was the only thing he had.

[evispunk]

no thoughts just frat boy!rafe

[cameronsprincess]

all the ppl finally showing season one rafe the love he deserves. frat boy stole my heart from the moment he stepped on screen.

[snoopydaphy]

he's actually so baby girl

pov: frat boy rafe

[simpforboys]

frat!perv!manipulative!rafe who’s obsessed with topper’s dumb gf…

(warnings: shameless groping, dry humping, reader is innocent and ditsy, cheating (?))

part two

Sweet Jesus, no way you were actually that dumb?

When Rafe walked into the dorm he shared with Topper at the Sigma Alpha Phi fraternity house, he wasn’t too shocked to see you. After all, you were with his best friend.

“Hiya, Rafey.” You sweetly called out to him, lying on your stomach and mindlessly kicking your feet behind you while you scrolled on Instagram.

“Mhm, hey, pretty girl. Whaddya doin’ here alone? Top ditch you?” Rafe questioned, throwing his backpack down on his side of the room.

“He’s in the bathroom.” You murmur, eyes still glued to your phone as a funny meme came up, and you couldn’t help but giggle at it.

Rafe hummed in response, a small smirk curling onto his lips as he took in your outfit. A mini denim skirt, babydoll shirt, and… white lace panties.

Rafe knew you weren’t the smartest or most aware girl in the world, but your sweet and bubbly personality made up for the lack of it. And he can’t say he minded, really. Not when he always got to see peeks up those little skirts you wore or your bra every now and then.

“Sweetness, y’know your panties are hangin’ out, yeah?” Rafe scoffed, walking the five feet over to your boyfriend’s bed.

His large hands moved to grip your soft cheeks, pulling them apart to see the white piece of fabric barely covering your cunt.

You peered over your shoulder, seeing Rafe squeezing and touching your butt. It wasn’t anything new, Rafe always touched you like that when Topper was gone. But you were okay with it, because he always assured you that he was just looking out for you as his best friend’s girlfriend.

“‘m sorry, Rae. Didn’t realize.” You mumbled, before turning back to scroll on your phone, genuinely believing Rafe was fixing your skirt for you.

He climbs up onto the lifted bed, knees on either sides of your hips. “This skirt s’so damn frustratin’… doesn’t wanna come down this pretty ass.”

“Fix it, Rae.” You huffed, adding another post to your close friends story.

Rafe rolled his eyes. Damn brat. But his cock was painfully hard against his shorts, and he knew Topper took forever in the bathroom. “Yeah, baby, ‘m fixin’ it.”

So, his hands lifted your hips a bit, presenting more of your (barely) clothed cunt and ass to him. He pressed his erection against it, grinding slowly at first.

You just kept scrolling, unaware Rafe was dry humping you shamelessly on your boyfriend’s bed — because he was fixing your skirt.

He had to bite down on his lip to keep a moan from leaving the back of his throat. Your pussy was so fucking warm against his bulge, the lace revealing most of it.

And every day Rafe hates himself for not getting with you before Topper did. But, some sick part of him also liked the thrill of doing this on his best friend’s bed, with your ditsy brain.

The adrenaline coursing through him was enough to make him throw his head back a little, sculpted hips moving a bit quicker as he let out a strangled whimper.

His bulge directly hit your clothed clit, making you gasp out. “R-Rafey, are you fixin’ it?”

“Yeah, sweetness. Jus’ hold still f’me…”

He grunted, hands digging into your hips. The sound of your gasp and the delicious — yet not enough, friction felt made his hips stutter, eyes squeeze shut, a small moan leaving him as he cums in his shorts.

He pants a little before he snaps out of it, and reluctantly pulls your skirt down to cover most of your ass. The tall boy then climbs off the bed, looking down at you, still giggling at some meme.

And then Topper finally came in, bidding his friend a “hey”, unaware that his roommate just dry humped his girlfriend.

[rafesthroatbaby]

frat rafe 😮‍💨

[rafecameronssl4t]

Yours to keep || Frat boy!Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: At a frat party, Rafe’s jealousy flares when he sees you talking to a new pledge. His possessive nature comes through as he asserts his claim, leaving no doubt about who you belong to.

Warnings: jealous/possesive!rafe 😝

Word count: 1,245

A/n: guys send thru frat boy!rafe requests xx

MASTERLIST (frat boy!rafe x reader au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

The party was in full swing, with music booming and laughter echoing through every corner of the frat house. Red cups were scattered across tables, and the place was crowded, the air filled with the energy of people letting loose. Rafe was in his element, the charismatic center of it all, playing the role of frat president to perfection as he laughed with his brothers and kept a watchful eye on the pledges.

You wandered through the crowd, occasionally glancing at Rafe, who seemed to command the entire room with his cocky grin and confident stance. As you made your way around, you ended up talking with Jamie, one of the new pledges, who seemed a bit overwhelmed by the night’s intensity.

He held his drink a little awkwardly, but his shy smile was endearing, and he seemed genuinely interested in getting to know you. “So, what’s it like dating Rafe Cameron?” Jamie asked, scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. “He’s got… quite the reputation.”

You laughed, raising an eyebrow as you glanced over at Rafe, who was engrossed in a conversation with a couple of his frat brothers across the room. “You make it sound like he’s some kind of terrifying figure,” you teased, rolling your eyes.

Jamie chuckled, though he looked a bit nervous. “Well, he kind of is. I mean, he’s intense. People talk about him like he’s not someone you want to mess with.” Smiling, you shrugged. “Rafe can be a bit… possessive. But he’s not as scary as he seems. He just cares about the house and the people close to him. You’ll get used to him once you’re around him more.”

Jamie nodded, though he still looked a little unsure. “I hope so. He definitely seems… protective.” “He is,” you said, grinning. “But as long as you’re not on his bad side, you’ll be fine.” Just as Jamie was about to respond, you felt a familiar warmth against your back as Rafe slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you close.

He didn’t even look at you—his gaze was fixed on Jamie, his eyes cool and calculating despite the friendly smirk on his face. “Hey, babe,” Rafe murmured, his tone casual, but you could sense the edge in his voice. His attention didn’t waver from Jamie. “Who’s this?” “This is Jamie, one of the new pledges,” you explained, keeping your voice light.

“We were just talking.” “Talking, huh?” Rafe’s arm tightened around you, his fingers pressing into your hip as his gaze swept over Jamie. “Talking about what?” Jamie looked a bit flustered, shifting awkwardly. “I… uh, I was just asking about her classes. And, um… about you, actually,” he admitted, his voice quieter. “You’ve got quite a reputation.”

Rafe’s smirk sharpened, a glint of amusement mixed with challenge in his eyes. “Is that so?” He glanced at you briefly, raising an eyebrow, then looked back at Jamie. “Well, Jamie, reputation or not, this one’s taken.” Jamie chuckled nervously, nodding. “Of course. I, uh… I’ll just go check in with the other brothers.”

He glanced at you, managing a quick smile before practically retreating into the crowd. As Jamie disappeared, you turned to Rafe, giving him a look before walking off, him right beside you. “Rafe, he was just being nice.” Rafe shrugged, his eyes trailing after Jamie until the pledge disappeared into the crowd.

“Yeah, maybe. But the way he was looking at you? Like he thought he had a shot?” His jaw tensed, and he turned his gaze back to you, that familiar possessive glint lighting up his blue eyes. “That doesn’t sit well with me,” he murmured, his hand slipping lower on your back until it landed with a firm slap on your ass.

You shot him a playful glare, swatting his hand back up to your waist, but your laughter betrayed you. “Oh, you’re jealous, aren’t you?” “Jealous?” Rafe scoffed, though the smirk tugging at his lips said otherwise. “Please. I just don’t like the idea of some new kid thinking he can step in and flirt with you.” His fingers tightened on your hip, as if to punctuate his point.

“Flirt?” you echoed, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow at him. “All we did was talk, Rafe. You really think he was flirting?” Rafe cocked his head, his smirk widening as he stepped closer, the warmth of his body pressing against you. “I know guys, babe. That ‘just talking’ look? That’s him hoping you’d suck him off,”

You rolled your eyes at his possessive streak, but the butterflies in your stomach betrayed you. Despite his bluntness, Rafe’s attention made you feel exhilarated in a way no one else could. “Maybe you’re just overthinking it,” you teased, your tone light. “Not every guy is out to steal your girl, you know.”

Rafe leaned in, his hand gently cradling your jaw, his thumb brushing along your cheek in a way that made your breath hitch. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice dropping to that low, dangerous tone that made your heart race, “but have you looked at yourself, babe?” You couldn’t help the small chuckle that slipped out, the warmth of his fingers and his intense gaze making you feel giddy.

“You’re impossible, you know that?” He smirked, eyes flicking between yours as if to prove his point. “No one steals what’s mine,” he murmured, the quiet confidence in his voice wrapping around you like a promise. His words sent a thrill down your spine, and for a moment, it felt like the crowded, noisy party faded away, leaving just the two of you in that charged moment.

“Possessive much?” you teased, though your heart raced at his words. “Maybe,” he admitted, his lips quirking up in a wicked smile. “But can you blame me?” His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you close until his lips brushed over yours, a gentle but unmistakably claiming kiss.

The sounds of the party disappeared, his attention drowning out everything else. As he pulled away, he kept his forehead pressed against yours, his smirk softening into a smile. “Just keep in mind who you came here with, alright?” “Trust me, I know,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him back into another kiss.

[fictionalmenxyn]

Frat!rafe is the type… (NSFW and language)

Frat!rafe is the type to greet you with a dap up then kiss each knuckle to show your not a bro but his girl.

Frat!rafe is the type to keep his arm loosely around your shoulder or waist till either a guy he doesn’t know or doesn’t like gets close. Then he be gripping on to you for dear life!

Frat!rafe is the type to occasionally give you temple kisses or cheek kisses around his frat guys. But pecks on the lips around other guys. Thinking you can’t tell, but you most definitely can.

Frat!rafe is the type to hug you from behind if you’re finishing up in class or you’re both working on a project together. He’d try to get your attention while you work.

Frat!rafe is the type of show off that he’s only showing of to you. If you both play sports, best believe he’s trying his hardest to show you his skills. If he sees you watching, he’s definitely sending a wink your way or a funny yet cringy mouthing ‘call me’ and doing the phone gesture. Already knowing he’s got you.

Frat!rafe is the type to get to know your friends better, so he knows you through and through. If you’re a big person when it comes to friendships. Best believe frat!rafe is getting close to your friends and becoming their friends. Showing you he respects your friendships and your beliefs. Also showing he can be supportive on your opinions and what you want.

Frat!rafe is the type to listen to the gossip!! This guy lives for it. He definitely won’t show it. But only you can know he loves it. So your daily trips to the frat house, can also brokke gossip seshs! He’d make sure to have your favourite snacks. Favourite drink. Everything. Just so he can know what girl hooked up with what guy or who fought who.

Frat!rafe is the type to practically cradle you in his arms as he listens to how your day was. Or if you have random rants. He’s a good listener, only for you. If it was one of the boys. It’s in one ear, out the other. But for you? Talk all day, he’s got ears for you. He’d nod, occasionally brush strands of hair out of your face. Occasionally kissing your forehead. Add little comments or thoughts, sometimes questions. He was smart when it came to you. He knew you better than yourself. So he’d know when to ask questions, to keep you talking longer. He loved your voice and your thoughts.

Frat!rafe is the type to buy small gifts, knowing you didn’t do expensive (unless you do, then that’s a different story). He’d buy small trinkets or things that ‘reminded him of you’. Just an excuse to splash his cash on you. Even if it only costed five dollars. If you wanted a piece of clothing or something that you wanted but was over a ‘budget’ you had. Expect it at your sorority doorstep a week later. A personalised card on the inside. ‘Don’t even try to give me a lecture about buying you stuff, I wanted to, love you loads, baby. From RF <3’

Frat!rafe is the type to ask you if you’re okay halfway through and at the end of each ‘intimate’ sessions. ‘You alright? Didn’t go too rough on ya?’ ‘Sure? I know you like and shit, but I don’t wanna hurt you, baby…’

Frat!rafe is the type to change positions, let you finish in your favourite position. While he’ll finish in his. So neither of you could complain, but he thought it was sweet of him to be THAT thoughtful.

Frat!rafe is the type to make you finish the same amount of goals/points you scored if you play sports. Like if you scored three goals in soccer, best believe you’re having a good night.

Frat!rafe is the type to have the sloppiest yet downright best sex if he won a game in football. Just know you’re both having a good night if he wins. Just cause HE won the game, doesn’t mean you aren’t getting a treat either.

Frat!rafe is the type to give you a small peck on the lips after rough sex. Cause he feels a little bad sometimes after you ask to go harder. You asked, ok? So? He still will feel bad. Even if you enjoyed it. You’re his girl. He wants to make you feel good. Even if it’s rough. He’ll still treat you like the princess you are.

Frat!rafe is the type to take long showers with you. Both sexually and non. He just likes the warm water running over you both. He LOVES washing your hair. He loves when you use your small thumbs on his large back muscles. Groaning and loaning at the magic your fingertips hold.

Frat!rafe is the type to only come to you for medical help or massages. Go to the team’s medic? No. Go to the college’s physiotherapist? Hell no. Not when he’s got his girl training for those things. He’s her test subject. And he still benefits from it. So it’s a win-win.

Frat!rafe is the type to cuddle you. So much, it’s cute, but not funny to him. Like it’s his lifeline. Just got in his room? Get on the bed and lay there so he can lay on you. Staying the night? Cuddles. Watching movies? Cuddles. Standing there doing nothing? Cuddles from behind. This guy loves cuddles till the end of time. AND WONT ADMIT IT. EVEN IF ITS OBVIOUS.

Frat!rafe is the type to love his baby girl. Always and forever. He’ll show it in so many ways. Whatever way you want. He’ll show it. You’re his girl, his girl gets treated well. Very well..

[cameronsprincess]

i just wanna have my frat daddy take me to a secluded cabin in the woods and fuck my brains out the entire time we’re there. want him to use me however he pleases. make me a cock drunk dumb baby girl, fill all my holes daddy.🥺

[tetragonia]

rocking the frat boy looks

[keeryhours]

baby, come here (i get so lonely at night) - rafe cameron

Frat! Rafe Cameron x female! reader

Main Masterlist

Rafe Cameron Masterlist

Summary:

Rafe texts you to come over, and you can never tell him no. (Also he totally doesn’t have feelings for you, definitely not.)

Warnings:

Smut (18+), oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, daddy kink, sort of breeding kink, creampie, mentions of drinking, mentions of drugs (weed, coke)

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N:

Just random Rafe filth 🤪

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Rafe: Baby, come over.

That’s how it always started. With a text, or maybe if he was really drunk, a phone call. And you always said yes.

That’s why you were standing outside Rafe’s bedroom door at his frat house now, trying to will yourself not to knock. You knew your friends would kick your ass if they knew you were here. You ignored the knowing looks you were getting from the other frat members and girls who passed you in the hall - you were not the girl they thought you were.

Except you totally were.

Finally, you lost the battle with yourself and knocked. After a few moments, Rafe answered the door with a cocky smirk on his stupidly handsome face, leaning against the wall and looking at you like he hadn’t been the one to ask you to come over.

“Hey,” he greeted, eyes roaming over your body. He didn’t try to hide it. “Come in.”

He backed up, opening the door wide for you. You ignored the stares as you slipped into his room and he closed it behind you, locking the door. You looked around the room like you hadn’t been here a million times before.

You felt Rafe’s hands on your hips, wrapping around your body and feeling the exposed skin beneath your shirt. You leaned back into his touch despite yourself, enjoying the feeling as his hands trailed up your body, his lips meeting your neck.

“You look so hot tonight,” he murmured into your neck, before biting that spot he knows drives you crazy. You cried out and he soothed it with his tongue, sucking on it. Oh, he was going to mark you up tonight. “Did you wear this for me?” His hands had made their way up your body, grasping at your breasts over the light pink lace bra you were wearing.

“No,” you lied, watching in the mirror as Rafe’s tall frame loomed over you from behind. He was all over you, and you could feel how hard he was as he pressed his hips against you.

“Mmhmm,” he hummed, seeing right through you as always. “And I guess you didn’t wear these for me, either?” He pushed your skirt up, exposing the matching panties he knew you’d have on underneath. You felt the smirk against your neck as he looked into the mirror with you, seeing he was right.

“Bad girl,” he teased, and you felt your skin heating with a blush. You should have known that choice would be too obvious, would boost his ego too much.

“I thought I’d be seeing Topper tonight,” you teased back, moving away from his mouth and seeing some marks already blooming red and purple on your neck.

Rafe’s grip tightened on your hips. He almost fell into your trap, almost showed he cared, before slipping back into his usual facade. “Topper couldn’t handle you,” he said, pulling you back against his body.

You laughed, spinning around in Rafe’s arms so you were facing him. Your arms went around his neck as his own slid around your waist. He went back to biting and sucking at your neck as you spoke. “And you can?”

“Haven’t I shown you that plenty of times?” He asked, still kissing your neck, and you reached up and took the stupid baseball cap off his head, tossing it off into the room.

“I wish you’d grow your hair out again,” you pouted. “I miss running my fingers through it…” You ran your fingers over his buzzed hair. “…pulling on it.”

Rafe grunted. “Maybe I will.”

“For me?”

“Not for you,” he said, protesting too much. You smiled, and he could sense it despite not being able to see your face. “For myself. Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Sure,” you teased, and he finally pulled away from your neck to look down at you.

“You talk too much. Did I ask you to speak?”

He swallowed any response you may have had as he pressed his lips to yours nearly aggressively, his hands sliding around to grab at your ass beneath your skirt. You gasped into the kiss and his tongue slid into your mouth, your heart pounding in your chest and skin buzzing with anticipation as he started pushing your shirt up and over your head.

He pulled away from your lips to pull it off, leaving you in that cute bra you had bought specifically because you knew he would love it.

“You know how I feel about pink,” Rafe mused, hands trailing over the material. “And lace.”

He pushed your skirt down your hips and you stepped out of it. Rafe stepped back as he admired your figure in the set. You blushed again at the amount of attention he was giving your body.

“You blush all over, you know that?” He said, moving back to trail kisses down your neck and over your breasts. His hands crept up your back and expertly unhooked your bra, dropping it to the floor.

“I wish you’d take something off,” you said, pulling on his t-shirt as you stood there in nothing but your panties, Rafe still fully clothed.

“This isn’t about me right now,” he mumbled, pushing you back and onto his bed. He crawled between your legs, placing a kiss over the wet spot on your panties. Your head dropped back as he licked over the material.

“Still so sweet,” he praised as he pushed your panties to the side. “You’re always so sweet for me, aren’t you?”

He licked along your folds, humming as he tasted you. You moaned, covering your mouth with your hand to try to keep quiet.

“You can be loud, baby,” he said. “All my brothers already know how good I make you feel.”

You swatted at his head, making him laugh. “You’re disgusting.”

“I think you like knowing they know how good I fuck you,” he teased, before wrapping his lips around your clit, running his tongue over the bud before sucking on it. Your back arched off the bed and you couldn’t stifle the moan that spilled from your lips. “See? Just like that.”

You couldn’t form words as Rafe continued eating your pussy, pulling sounds from you no other man had ever been able to. Maybe that was why you kept coming back.

He slid a finger into you, pumping it along with his licks against your clit. He quickly added a second finger, curling them up deep inside. Your moans became higher, and Rafe could tell you were close. He knew your body perfectly, knew how to bring you here every time.

“So tight, baby,” he said, his voice sending vibrations against your clit. “Can’t wait to feel how tight you’ll fit around my cock.”

“Rafe, I’m so close,” you whined, body writhing on the bed as your high approached. You missed when his hair was long enough to pull on as you came.

“Cum for me,” Rafe commanded, pumping his fingers faster as he wrapped his lips around your clit again. He remembered exactly what to do every time, exactly how to make you fall apart. You came hard on his mouth and fingers, Rafe riding you through your high until you couldn’t take it anymore.

He pulled your panties off as he moved to stand up, pulling his t-shirt over his head and quickly working his belt buckle open. He looked down at your body with such obvious desire it made you blush again.

“Do we have to use a condom?” he asked as he began undoing his jeans. His voice had a sense of pleading behind it - Rafe hated using condoms with you. Said he liked to feel all of you.

“I guess not,” you giggled. “I’m on the pill.”

Rafe smiled in his victory, then he was climbing over you, his body resting between your legs. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

“Yeah? About me?”

“About this,” he pointed out, but you wondered if you could see the blush on his cheeks if his face wasn’t buried in your neck again. You could always see through him just like he saw through you.

He lined himself up at your entrance, kissing along your skin as he began to push inside. You gripped onto his strong shoulders as his thick length stretched you out, pushing in deeper and deeper. “Rafe…” you moaned, fingernails digging marks into the skin of his back.

Rafe groaned loudly, his eyes falling closed. “Fuck, you’re fucking tight. Your pussy was made for my cock.”

He bottomed out and stayed still, letting you adjust to the feeling. He always did, even though you had slept together countless times. He was so big, it always took a minute. “Okay?” He asked, desperately needing to fuck you already.

“You can move,” you told him, and he wasted no time pulling back, snapping his hips back against yours. The sounds of your skin meeting filled his small dorm room as he set a quick pace, fucking into you with an eagerness that had you a bit flattered, honestly.

“Feels so fucking good,” he groaned, burying his face in your tits, which bounced with every rough thrust of his hips. He hooked a hand under one of your thighs, pulling it up and pushing it against your chest to thrust in deeper. “You’re such a little slut for me.”

“You’re so big, Rafe,” you moaned, knowing how he loved to hear it. It was the truth, though.

Rafe groaned again, thrusting in as deep as possible. “Can you ride me, baby?”

You nodded, and Rafe pulled out, situating himself against the headboard of his bed. He patted his lap and you giggled as you climbed over, straddling him. His large hands gripped onto your ass as he helped you line yourself up again.

Rafe hissed as you sunk down his thick cock again, a high moan coming from your lips. When you were fully seated on him, he reached over to the side table, grabbing his phone and opening the camera. “You look so pretty like this,” he praised.

“Uh, no pictures,” you said, holding your hands up in front of you. You’d never let him do that before, you’d never even sent him pictures before. You always heard horror stories never to do that.

“Aw, come on baby,” Rafe put the phone down, still looking over you with hungry eyes. “No one’s gonna see but me.”

You thought about it. It was kind of hot that he wanted to keep a photo of you like this. “Promise you won’t show anyone?”

“Baby,” he said, meeting your eyes, his hands roaming over the curves of your body. “You’re all mine. I’m not sharing you with anyone.”

You bit your lip as you thought. “Okay,” you said finally, and a grin spread across Rafe’s lips. “But if I find out anyone else has seen it, you’re fucking dead.”

Rafe laughed. “Got it. This is all for me.” He grabbed his phone again, holding it up and taking a photo of you seated on his cock, tits on full display for him. “You look so fucking good.”

You blushed, and Rafe gripped onto your hips again after dropping his phone. He guided you along his dick, the feeling of him so deep inside you was absolutely incredible. You started bouncing on his cock and Rafe admired you with a low “Oh, fuck yeah,” as he leaned back with his hands behind his head, watching you take control.

“Feels so good, daddy,” you cried, bouncing on him faster.

“Fuck, yeah, bounce on daddy’s cock,” he encouraged you, bucking his hips up to meet your movements. You continued to ride him, moaning little “Ah-ah-ah!”s with every bounce.

“Gonna need you to cum for me again, baby,” he said, moving a hand to rub circles on your clit. “Need to feel you cum all over my cock. Can you do that for me, baby girl?”

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned, feeling your second orgasm approaching quickly. “Please don’t stop.”

“You’re the one fucking yourself on my cock, little slut,” he tsked. “Gonna use me to make yourself cum?”

“Yes, fuck yes, gonna cum all over your cock,” you babbled on, losing the ability to form coherent thoughts as his thick tip pressed so deeply inside you, right where you needed him.

“Daddy’s fucking you dumb, isn’t he?” Rafe chuckled, his free hand moving back to your hip as he continued rubbing circles to your clit. “Go on baby, I can tell you’re close. Let go for me.”

“Oh fuck, oh shit, daddy, gonna cum, I’m- ah!”

You were cut off as your second orgasm ripped through your body, mindlessly bouncing on Rafe faster and faster, moaning so loudly you knew the whole frat house could hear you, but you didn’t care anymore.

Rafe had that stupid cocky smile on his face as you fell apart. “Yeah, baby. Let everyone know how good I make you feel. That’s it, don’t hold back, let the whole fucking house hear you.”

He didn’t leave you much time to recover as you came down from your high. You were exhausted, body slowing as Rafe gripped onto your hips, thrusting up into you wildly.

“Shit, baby, gonna fucking cum. Gonna fill you up. You want daddy to fill you nice and deep?”

“Yeah,” you moaned, head thrown back as Rafe’s body tightened below you, his fingers digging into your skin as he came deep inside you with a loud groan, then grunting as he thrusted shallowly to fill you completely. You let him use your body, just like he’d let you use his.

You rolled off of him with a dramatic huff, Rafe laughing as he reached for a dirty shirt to clean you up. Always a gentleman.

“Do you wanna stay?” He asked after you’d both had the chance to catch your breath and relax. “We could smoke. Or drink. Or I got some coke, if you want.”

You laughed lightly, turning to look at him. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted me to stay.”

Rafe turned away from you to hide the smile on his face. “Nah. I just didn’t want to kick you out.”

“Sure.” You smirked at him, knowing he would be texting you again tomorrow even if you did leave. “I’ll stay.”

“Cool,” Rafe said, as if he didn’t care. But he smiled as he handed you his bong, bowl already packed. “I get lonely at night.”

“Happy I’m staying, then?”

“Please shut the fuck up.”

[rafesbambiangel]

s1 rafe is so hot but some of you are just not ready for that conversation

[drwstarkeys]

peak frat boy rafe

HEAR ME OUT.

SEASON. 1. RAFE.

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[blueicequeen19]

Control

Warnings: public cock warming, public unprotected sex, degrading, praise, Frat Boy Rafe 🔥

I didn’t object to Rafe pulling me onto his lap, trapping me between him and the table. I didn’t object when his hand started to trace circles along my inner thigh under my plaid skirt as he continued to read his book with his free hand. I didn’t even object when he began to palm my aching bare pussy. He’d made me take my panties off before we came and tuck them in his pocket. You didn’t complain when you were dating Rafe Cameron. He did what he wanted, when he wanted. And if he wanted to fuck you in the silent library, surrounded by his college peers then you let him.

I tried to be a good girl and not shift too much on his lap but it was hard with the way his skilled fingers kept stroking my clit until my pussy and thighs were absolutely soaked.

“Rafe.” I whispered, my head against his shoulder.

“Don’t move.” Rafe instructed in a whisper, never looking up from his book. I glanced around but no one was looking up or noticed. Everyone had their nose in a book, deep in concentration. The only way they could see what was happening was if they looked under the table. But I still had to remain quiet.

I took a deep breath, willing myself to calm down even as he reached lower and buried two fingers inside me. I clamped my mouth shut, turning my head and attempting to plead with him with my eyes but he didn’t even look up from his book. A minute passed and his fingers didn’t move. I was starting to become delirious with need. I was about to start begging in front of all these people when his thumb pressed against my clit. My body jerked against the table but no one looked up, my heart beating erratically in my chest.

“I told you not to move.” Rafe finally spoke again in my ear, his voice low in warning.

“Rafe, please, let’s go somewhere.” I hissed back, my hands gripping the table to keep myself from grinding against his fingers.

“No, I have to study.” Rafe said, turning back to his book. I was going to die. I was going to cum in front of his peers and die of humiliation and maybe even a heart attack. I couldn’t catch my breath.

“Reach behind you and undo my pants.” Rafe murmurs softly in my ear. Oh god.

My hands shake as I do as instructed, his cock springing free the moment his button releases. He wasn’t wearing boxers. I try to bring my hands back around but Rafe curls his fingers inside me, making me gasp and jerk against him. Still, no one looks up or pays us any mind.

“Stand up and take a drink of your water then sit back down on my cock.” Rafe instructs, his low voice like a caress down my spine. He removes his fingers from inside me as I plant my feet on the floor and push myself up to reach for my water bottle. I take a small sip as I feel him guide his cock between my legs and to my soaked entrance.

“Rafe?” I startle, looking to one of his friends across the table who’s trying to get his attention. I’m afraid to move but Rafe’s fingers nudge my thigh, telling me to sit down.

“Yea?” Rafe asks, like I’m not about to sit down on his cock in front of all his peers. Rafe sits his book down to grab my thigh under the table and forces me to sit. The hardest thing I’d ever encountered was resisting the urge to let my eyes roll into the back of my head as he filled me. His cock was so thick and hard that I couldn’t think.

I could barely lean forward enough to grab my book but it only made him reach a different angle and I stopped abruptly, my inner walls spasming and my bottom lip quivers. The pleasure was so intense I felt like I was going to cry.

“Did you get the finance worksheet done?” Rafe’s friend asks. Rafe’s arm wraps around my waist, pulling me firmly against his chest as he picks up his book again. I raise my own book to hide my face. They engage in conversation about homework in low voices so not to draw negative attention from the librarian all while I’m on the verge of unraveling. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me. Just as ravenous as I was.

Finally, Rafe relaxes into his seat and widens his legs, only driving his cock deeper. I let the book rest against my forehead to keep from moaning. I could feel sweat running down my back and on the back of my neck. I reach down to slide my hand under my skirt to take the edge off, to hell with these people, when Rafe’s hand suddenly snatches my wrist, holding it firmly against my side.

“Behave and I’ll let you finish.” Rafe murmurs into my ear, his breath on my skin giving me goosebumps and making me clench around him. The teasing was driving me mad. I needed to move. I needed to rock back and forth between bounces on his cock. I needed him to slap my pussy as I chased my release. I needed..

“Easy. You’re tightening around me. Wouldn’t want me to get mine without yours, would you?” Rafe taunts in my ear. My nostrils flare and I debate standing. To hell with this.

Just then a book slams shut and one of his friends announces it’s time to get something to eat. The rest follow suit except one girl who looks between us, her murderous glare landing on me before she follows the rest of them. I suddenly felt privileged to be sitting on Rafe’s cock out in the open if it brought the jealous bitch some misery.

Now that we’re alone, Rafe sits his book down and wraps his free arm around my waist. My heart rate kicks into high gear as he positions my legs on either side of his, opening me obscenely wide while immobilizing me.

“R-Rafe—.” I start, my body beginning to tremble.

“Take your panties from my pocket and put them in your mouth. I know you’re a desperate little bitch but I need you to be quiet.” Rafe murmurs, his hand sliding between my legs to stroke my clit. I buck and whimper as I reach back with a shaky hand and dig my panties from his jacket pocket. This was so degrading but I didn’t care. His cock was so hard inside me and rubbing against places that threatened to send me to another dimension. If he wanted me to put my own panties in my mouth, I would.

“Good girl.” Rafe purred, lightly slapping his hand against my pussy. My body seized and I gripped the table for dear life. Anyone could walk around the corner and catch us. We could be expelled.

All thoughts left me as Rafe begin to move, slowly pumping his cock in and out of me like his soul purpose in life was to see me lose control.

“Fuck yes.” Rafe breathed, pumping his hips harder and faster. The sound of my arousal was obvious with every push and pull of his thick cock. The thought of being caught only made me more wet. I was right there. Right. There.

“Put your feet on the floor and grab the table.” Rafe suddenly says, helping me maneuver my shaking legs over his to reach the floor. My body tightened around his again as I brought my legs together, tears filling my eyes as I did as I was told.

“Lift up just a little and hold it. Don’t move.” Rafe rasps, his voice thick with need too. Good. I wanted this to drive him just as crazy.

The moment I used the table to lift myself up, he started to fuck me hard and fast, his pelvis slamming against my ass where he yanked my skirt up. I buried my face against my arm to keep from making any noises even with my own panties in my mouth as he pistoned into me, using his hands on my hips to pull me back into every thrust. All while he stayed sitting down.

“Cum you little slut. Let me feel it drip down to my fucking balls.” I didn’t have to be told twice. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, my body seizing and convulsing as he ripped the most intense orgasm of my life from my body. I knew I’d made a mess. I faintly heard a small gasp that I knew hadn’t came from me so I lifted my eyes to find the mean girl from earlier watching us with wide eyes and her hand over her mouth. I smiled at her just as Rafe huffed a breath and spilled inside me, flooding my insides with his warmth.

“Goddamn.” Rafe breathed, pulling me back against him as the evidence of what we’d just done drips from me. The girl turns and flees and that makes me happier.

“How about you get underneath this table and clean up our mess then we’ll go get dinner?” Rafe whispers in my ear, his hand sliding between us to cup where we’re still connected. I turn my head to face him and he pulls my panties from my mouth and kisses me hard. I begin to rock my hips again, my cares from earlier completely forgotten about as I chase another high. Rafe pulls back from the kiss to smirk at me, his hand sliding lower to force two fingers inside me along with his cock. I wince. The stretch too much but too good to stop.

“Greedy fucking slut. One more then you’re going to lap up this mess.” Rafe breathes, kissing me again to silence me as I fall apart again.

If he wanted me to crawl naked on broken glass just to taste him.. I would.

You didn’t tell Rafe Cameron no.