#frat boy!Rafe Cameron x reader

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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.

[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.

[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..

[st6rrrs]

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

REQUEST ARE OPEN!!

[keeryhours]

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

Frat! Rafe Cameron x female! reader

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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.”

[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.

[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.

[promiscuousg1rl]

Desperate Measures — Rafe Cameron 01

Series Masterlist

Warnings: violence, homicide, sexual language, stalking, mental illness

The sound of heeled footsteps are crisp on the wet cement, echoing throughout the empty quad. Stella’s jacket is zipped up to her chin, her hands shoved deep into the too-little pockets seeking warmth from the chilly night air. Her eyes dart around the darkened campus for any other signs of life aside from her own. 

“Jesse, you’re so lucky the sex is good.” She mutters to herself as she quickens her pace. 

Late night booty-calls across campus had apparently become Stella’s new normal and as much as she wanted to complain, she had to admit that her “sneaky-link” always made the hike worth it in the end. The circumstances of their relationship alone gave her a thrill. 

She smiles to herself, thinking about what awaits her just a few minutes away. She originally felt bad in the beginning. In terms of girl code she was committing the ultimate sin but just a she told her when it first started, this was college. They were young. No one needed to be tied down, let alone to one person. So while the guilt still lingers, Stella can’t find it in herself to let it  change her mind. 

It was too late for that anyway. 

Bzzrt! Bzzrt! 

Stella jumps, letting out a loud yelp when she feels her phone vibrating in the back pocket of her skin tight jeans. Shaking her read, she reaches back to retrieve the phone; a neon pink Dolce & Gabbana phone case he bought her a few months ago. 

Her mind immediately tells her that its him; always so concerned for her safety. It makes the smile on her face grow five times bigger and she answers it without even looking at the screen. 

“Are you so horny you can’t wait five minutes?” She teases into the phone.

“What can I say, just the sight of you is turning me on.”

Stella’s steps falter and she pulls her phone from her ear to look at the screen. Her brows furrow in confusion. “Hey you sound weird, is something up with your phone?”

“It’s just a part of the game baby.” 

She laughs into the phone. “A game? I thought you hated role playing in sex?”

“I wanted to try something new.” His own chuckle is raspy. “You up for it?”

Stella shakes her head. “You know I’m up for anything, it’s why we go together so well.” 

Jesse hums on the other side of the phone. “Always sounding like such an easy slut.”

“Just for you,” Stella smirks. “So what’s the game?” 

“A chase.”

Stella raises a brow, eyes dart around the drenched quad, checking for any signs of someone lingering in the dark corners of the cluster of building. 

“You wanna chase me?”

“Come on,” he drawls. “Doesn’t the idea of me hunting you down turn you on? Not knowing where I am and what I’ll do to you when I catch you?”

“And what will you do if you catch me?” Stella snickers. 

“Well that’s a surprise of course.”

“Baby,” Stella playfully whines. “Don’t I get even a teeny tiny hint?” 

“Let’s see how well you play the game first.”

The familiar beeps after his words signal that he’s hung up on her, making her scoff. But the message that appears at the top of her screen makes the smile etch back on to her lips. 

JESSE: START RUNNING!

Stella sprang into action, taking off in the best run she could manage while in heels. 

Her long strawberry blonde curls whip around as she glances behind her, looking to see if Jesse was somehow gaining on her. 

When she gets to the exterior corridor on the other side of the campus, she slows down to a stop. 

Once again her phone starts to vibrate, making her huff. 

“I didn’t sign up for a cardio session Jesse.” She says when she picks up the call. 

“But aren’t you having fun?” 

“Are you?” She questions breathlessly. 

“I think we should…kick things up a notch.” 

“How?” 

He snickers. “You’ll see.”

The echo of heavy footsteps causes her to whip around, expecting to see Jesse waiting for her at the end of the corridor with his signature smirk on his face. 

“Jesse?” She asks loudly, pulling the phone from her ear and hanging it up. 

 Dressed in a black cloth-like hooded robe and black boots, the person nods their mask-covered head. It’s white and rubbery, with wide black drooping eyes and an elongated mouth. 

“A costume, really?” Stella giggles. “Is this supposed to be a play out of your horror movie fantasy,” 

“Am I your final girl?”

He nods his head again, staring dead at her as he lifts his gloved hand which holds a long hunting knife. 

“Should I scream then, beg you not to hurt me?” She grins at him. “Maybe offer you my body in exchange for my life?” 

This time he doesn’t answer her, not verbally and not in any kind of head gestures either. Instead he begins to stalk forward, head titled to the side in what Stella can only describe as a creepy killer kind of way. 

Continuing the game, Stella starts to stumble backwards in feigned fear. “Please don’t hurt me Mr. Ghost-face, I promise to make it worth your while.” 

Jesse’s pace quickens and before she knows it one of his gloved hands is around her throat, making her bite her lip. 

“You were right Jess, this is a turn on,” she giggles deliriously. “You’d never be able to do this with her huh?” 

When the grip around her neck tightens, she takes that as her cue to go on. 

“I always told you how hot this would be,” her eyes drooping at the pressure on her throat. “How sneaking around like this was so much better if you didn’t break up with her.” 

Jesse suddenly yanks her closer to him, their chests meeting. Stella can feel his cold breath through the fabric of the gaping mouth. 

“She can’t take how fucking sick you are, she can’t handle it like I can,” she drones on. “It’s why you love me and not her right? She’s nothing.”

It happens too quick for her to even process. The hot flash of pain that rips through her is the only thing she can recognize right now. Her tear-filled eyes widen as they stare into the bottomless pit the mask has for eyes. 

“Jesse…wha-what?” 

The next stabs are just as quick, straight into her gut. The sharp pain-filled gasp is the only reaction she has the luxury of having before feels a strong grip wrap around her hair, yanking her head back.

“Hel-help,” She thinks she shouts but the plea is more of pained whisper if anything. Suddenly her body is thrown into the brick wall, knocking the wind straight out of her. 

Screaming in pain, Stella turns around and hunches over, pressing her hands against the wounds in her stomach.

“Please,” she gurgles out, turning around to stumble out of reach. “Please help me!” 

Blood smears from her hands to the wall as she falls onto the bricks seeking support.  

A sudden sharp swipe at her back has her screaming, the eight-inch knife leaving a burning sensation in its wake. Falling to the floor Stella flips herself onto her back, revealing her blood covered torso. 

“No no no, please no!” Her desperate pleas are slurred as she crab walks from the towering frame of her attacker. Snot runs down her nose and to her lips. 

And just as she goes to make another scream for someone—anyone to save her, the person who she now knows will be her killer presses the knife hard into her throat and slits it. 

....................

The last you expect to happen on a college campus is a gruesome murder. 

Sure you’ll see something on the news about a tragedy happening at a school out of state or across the country but there’s a part of you that always thinks it could never happen at your school or in your town. But of course life has a fucked up sense of humor and for some reason the universe or God or whoever decides to show you that bad things can happen to anyone. 

Stella Evans, your best friend and roommate was dead—slaughtered. Some psycho decided to attack her on her way home last night and according to the student that stumbled upon her body, there’s no way the death was quick or painless. 

And as you sit on the small couch of your shared dorm, your brain runs a mile a minute wondering who did it and why. 

“Do you have any idea why she was out on campus so late?” The suit-wearing detective asks from in front of you, pen and pad in hand. 

“No,” you sniff, swiping a trembling finger under your nose. “I mean, she uh, she told me she’d be at the library studying but that was earlier in the afternoon.”

The man nods, scribbling something down quickly. “Was she seeing anyone, a boyfriend or girlfriend?” 

Sighing, you think about when you two were at the gym a few days ago. 

The two of you were side by side on neighboring treadmills, going an easy pace. With your hands at your waist, you turn to Stella who is looking down at her phone with a smirk. 

“Okay who is that and what are they saying that has you cheesing at your phone all hard?” 

Stella looks up at you, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Just a friend.” 

Staring her down, you watch as she types out a response to this “friend” before she leans over and puts it in the cup holder of the machine. 

“A friend,” you repeat. “Do I know this friend?”

“Nope,” Stella hums. “He’s a new guy.”

“What, you got bored of Topper already?” You tease, narrowing your eyes at her. 

“Yup,” Stella runs a hand through her high ponytail. “Serious upgrade too.”

Blinking, you look up at the man who is studying  you closely and shrug. “She told me she was talking to someone but I’m pretty sure it was casual. Stella didn’t really do relationships.” 

“You know a name?”

“No, she was pretty stitch lipped about him to be honest.” 

The detective hums, writing more down in his old-school note bad that makes you think about the old Law & Order episodes you used to binge watch with Stella. 

“Is there anything else you can—”

“Baby!” 

You’re out of your seat with an alarming quickness. Soon as he bursts through the front door you practically throw yourself into his arms—Rafe’s.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner, I was at practice.” He talks into your hairline as he holds you tightly. “Are you okay?” 

“She’s gone, Rafe.” You whimper, burying your face into his chest. 

Rafe kisses your hair softly. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry.” 

The detective, forgotten in the middle of your living room, clears his throat. 

“Oh, uh, I’m so sorry sir.” You apologize, your neck getting hot. “This is Rafe, my best friend. Rafe, this is Detective Simmons.” 

Rafe meets the man’s stare head-on and offers him his hand. “Rafe Cameron.”

The detective nods, accepting Rafe’s handshake with a firm grip. “You knew the victim as well?” 

The victim. The words make you shudder. Before today, that wasn’t a word used to describe Stella. You didn’t know her as anyone’s victim, she was your best friend, alive and well. Planning the outfit she wanted to wear to the next frat party you were going to. Now she was nothing but a corpse, a lifeless decaying body that was going to be talked about for months or even years. A victim of murder, gossip, and what you know will be outrageous conspiracy theories. 

“Yes sir, she was a friend.” 

“And did you see her at any point last night?��� The burly man narrows his eyes at Rafe. 

He’s doing his job, You remind yourself. But you still can’t help but tighten your arms around Rafe’s waist when the question is asked. He wasn’t a suspect, he’d never be a suspect so the inquiry was a waste of time. 

“Not last night no, but we did have a class together yesterday. ‘Was the last time I saw her.”

Detective Simmons nods, looking back and forth between the two of you. “Miss y/n, I know this might not be what you want to hear but I strongly suggest you find somewhere else to stay for the time being. Although it’s unknown if this was a targeted attack we also can’t rule anything out.” 

You nod. You probably would’ve planned to leave even if he didn’t mention it. Staying here alone, without Stella is not something you think you can go through with. 

“I’m going to leave my card with you,” He gives you a sympathetic smile as he hands you the small business card. “Please call me if you remember anything out of the ordinary.”

“I will.” You take the small cardboard between your fingers, looking down at the phone numbers listed. 

“You guys be safe.” 

As he turns to head for the door you call out his name making him pause with a hand on the door knob. 

“If the guy that did this is like, some crazy serial killer, do you actually think there’s a chance he’ll come back here?”

Rafe’s arm tightens around your shoulder while the other grips your hand. 

“We can’t know for sure Miss y/n, but like I said, it’ll be safer if you find a friend to stay with and more importantly, stay vigilant when you’re out in public. Try not be by yourself for too long.” 

“I’ll be with you y/n,” Rafe says softly into your ear. “I’ll keep you safe.” 

Looking up at him you give your best attempt at a smile before diverting your eyes back to the detective. 

“Thank you.” 

With one last nod at the two of you, Simmons is out the door with Rafe locking it behind him. 

“Pack your bag, you’re staying with me until this shit blows over.” 

“Rafe,” you scoff. “I am not spending who knows how long with you and your frat brothers. I’ll figure something else out.” 

Rafe glares at you, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I’m sorry, do you have a better option? An equally as safe option?”

“Austyn has an apartment off campus, I can stay with her for a few weeks.” 

“Again, I said a safe option, y/n.” 

You roll your eyes. “Her building has a security guards, I’ll be fine.” 

“Oh yeah because rent-a-cops are the most top notch security details in the world.” 

“Will you—” 

Three hard frantic knocks cut you off from the argument you were planning to start. 

You go to open it until Rafe gives you a stern look, stopping you in your tracks. Stalking to the door, he eases it open a few inches before scoffing. 

“Figures.” He shakes his head, reluctantly opening it the rest of the way. 

Bursting through the threshold, bumping Rafe’s hard shoulder on his way in, is your boyfriend. His jet black hair dripping water onto his crewneck as he quickens his pace to you. 

“Babe,” he takes your face in hands. “I just heard.” 

“Just heard?” Rafe snickers. “It’s been all over campus since five a.m. this morning, where the fuck have you been?” 

“Sleeping in, if that’s okay with you Cameron, I was up until three cramming for Chem.” He glares at your best friend. 

“Like that’ll do you much good.” 

“Rafe—”

“You know what, fuck off Cameron. Why are you even here?” 

“I don’t know if the roids you’re on are giving you short term memory loss but her friend just died. And unlike you I wanted to be here for her.”

Jesse scoffs, pulling you closer to him as he scowls at Rafe. “Well I’m here so she obviously doesn’t need you anymore.” 

“You—” Rafe’s eyebrows are drawn together and you immediately spot that look in his eye. 

Stepping between them before Rafe can approach, you hold your hand out. “Will you two please have your dick measuring contest when I’m not grieving?” 

His blue eyes flicker from your face down to the hand that’s being held by Jesse’s. “I can stay if you need me to.” 

“No, go.” You sigh shaking your head. “I’ll call you later.” 

His jaw clenches as he shakes his head firmly. “No, I’ll come by later to check on you.” 

He doesn’t spare Jesse another glance, stalking toward the door and slamming it behind him. 

Screwing your eyes shut, you pull yourself from Jesse’s grip. 

“Why do you always do that?” The tone of his voice alone lets you know that an argument is brewing. 

“Do what?” 

“Let him feel like he’s got the upper hand. He forces himself into your space and you allow it, every single time.”  

“Jesse please.”

“No. He’s acting like your boyfriend and you never correct him.”

“He’s just overprotective.” You shrug. “He’s always been like that.”

He looks at you like you’re stupid. He always does whenever you find yourself defending Rafe like you are now. But it’s not like you’re lying. That was Rafe; protective of you from the moment you met. Taking you under his wing is what he called it at the time. Making sure you didn’t fall in with the wrong crowd or get taken advantage of. You appreciated it then and you still do now. 

And if you were being honest, you were growing tired of constantly having this conversation with Jesse all the time. 

“So? I’m your boyfriend. He should step back.” 

“It’s just natural.”  You scoff. “He can’t turn it on and off like you’re expecting him to. Again, it’s just how he is!”

“I can’t believe you’re defending him.”

“I can’t believe you’re starting an argument right now!” Your hackles raise. You hate it, arguing over something so trivial and minuscule when someone who meant a lot to you is dead. You didn’t want to be in defense mode right now. You wanted—needed comfort, to be held and told that everything was going to be okay. You wanted him to make you feel safe. 

Like Rafe does.

But he just keeps going on and on, making you wish it was him that left instead. 

“I’m trying to get you to open your eyes. Rafe is insane!” He yells, making you flinch.  “For all we know he could be the one who killed Stella.”

“Don’t say that!” You shove him in his chest. 

“Why not?” He’s so…nonchalant in the way he asks. Like he truly sees nothing wrong with pinning something so heinous on your closest friend. 

You shake your head in disbelief. “You can’t just accuse someone without evidence.”

“You want evidence? Rafe fucking hated her. We all knew it.” 

“What? No. They were friends. Yeah they argued sometimes but it was never serious.”

He even called himself her friend. 

“Him always calling her slut was never serious?” Jesse rolls his eyes. “Man he has you brainwashed.” He spits the sentence out at you with an expression of disgust. 

“Maybe you should leave too.” You snap through gritted teeth, your arms crossed over your chest tightly.

He steps toward you, making an attempt to slid his hands around your waist. 

“Y/N come on…”

“Get out. I’m heading to Austyn’s.” You back away from him, turning your body to the side. 

“I can take you.” He tries again, putting his hands on your shoulders. 

“I don’t want to be near you right now. Leave.” You say as you shove him away before pointing to the door. 

The soft apologetic look he sported only seconds ago warps into something irked, his nostrils flaring as he exhales sharply. “Unbelievable.”

Shouldering past you, he heads out the door, mumbling something you can’t make out under his breath. 

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Storming into the precinct, the man looks around with furrowed brows. “I’m looking for whoever is working on the Keaton University murder!” 

Clad in a white button-down and slacks, a tall bald man strides up to him. “I’m detective Simmons. How can I help yo—”

“I know who the killer is.” 

Detective Simmons’ forehead wrinkles.  “And you’re sure about this?”

“Positive.” He meets the detective’s stare head on, head held high and shoulders back.

“And your name?”

“Jesse Holloway.”

....................

Quickly grabbing his car keys from atop of his nightstand, Rafe strides out of his bedroom and down the stairs. 

It’s only been a few hours since he left you and he’s been on edge ever since. 

She obviously doesn’t need you anymore. His agitation grows just thinking about the way Jesse’s arms were around you as you said those works. Of course you need him, you’ll always need him. He was here before Jesse and he would be here when he was gone. 

Which would be soon enough. He’s been a thorn in his side for too long and he can’t take much more of it. He never thought you would pick someone like Jesse—his own frat brother at that. But somehow Jesse managed to sink his claws into you; spouted some fake romantic bullshit that you were quick to eat up. 

You should’ve been smart enough to not fall for that line of shit. 

Just as he reaches the last step, three hard knocks sound from the other side of the door. 

Raking a frustrated hand through his hair, Rafe stalks to the door and swings it open. 

“Rafe Cameron?”

It takes a second, but as he continues to stare at the man the recognition hits him hard.  

The badge didn’t stick out to him then. He barely even glanced at it while he was in your dorm. But now, as he and a uniform cop crowd the porch it takes everything in him not to focus on it. 

The scene reminds him of back home and he almost wants to laugh as he thinks about Deputy Shoupe. A pussy is what he called him when they’d show up on his doorstep three-to-four cops deep, treating him like some high-profile killer. 

Detective Simmons though, his confidence was obvious. He truly believed he was making some ground-breaking progress by doing this and that it what really stands out to Rafe. 

“Detective,” He drawls. “Can I help you with something?” 

By the twitch of his right eye Rafe can tell the indifference bothers him. Maybe he was expecting him to panic and run. Or argue that whatever idiot it was that sent him here was lying. 

Instead, his confidence matches the detective’s, mocking him almost. But like Rafe expects, Detective Simmons isn’t deterred in the slightest. Irritated? Absolutely. He’s not too thrown off though and Rafe kind of respects him for it. 

“I’m going to need you to put your hands behind your back.”  A single pair of cuffs are pulled from the detective’s waist. 

“What the fuck—” Before Rafe can even get register what’s happening his wrist is being gripped tightly and he’s practically yanked roughly across the threshold of his front door. 

“Rafe Cameron you are under arrest for the murder of Stella Evans. You have a right to remain silent, anything you say will be held against you in the court of law.”

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[baguettesandbows]

pov: frat boy rafe

[0xstarzx0]

Don’t write it it stinks of toxic love

[PART3]

synopsis: Rafe presents an offer to Y/N that's more than tempting.

[English is not my native language❗️❗️] TW: insult, sex mentions, stalking, weed, alcohol, Racism .

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Y/N 

The week had passed so quickly that you hadn't been able to forget the conversation you had with Rafe.

Nate wasn't mean, he was clingy and somewhat annoying, but it didn't bother you too much.

"Y/N, are you listening to me?" Your roommate Lana looks at you exasperated. "No, I mean yes, sorry, I was lost in thought."

She sighs and throws herself onto your bed. Crossing her arms on your chest, you look at her. Lana is a pretty girl, she had passed the cheerleading squad exam and was quite pleasant. She doesn't leave her clothes lying around, so for you everything is fine.

"Are you going to the party tonight?" she asks, sitting down. You snort and start drawing again. "Hell nah." Lana stands up and sits next to you.

"Why? It'll be an awesome party! Alcohol everywhere, weed, and music blasting!" She laughs.

You give her a desperate look.

You hate parties, hate is a weak word for what you feel.

Your first and only party went so bad that you've never been to one again.

"Parties aren't my thing." You shrug. Lana sighs and forces you to turn towards her.

"Yeah, cheerleading isn't your thing either, dancing isn't either, football isn't either, and you hate alcohol!" She says, shocked. You laugh "What's wrong with that?"

"Everything!" she says, throwing herself back in her chair.

You start drawing again. "I'll pay you if you come." Lana says, looking at your drawing. You put down your pencil and sink into your chair.

"Shit, are you that desperate?" you ask with a laugh.

"I'll pay you a hundred dollars if you stay the entire night." "One hundred and fifty and I'll stay for three hours." The blonde laughs bitterly.

"The party starts at eight and ends at six in the morning sweetheart." You grimace, stay until eleven o'clock at night? No thank you.

"Alright. I'll pay for all your art supplies for a month. It's been two years since you've had the same ones, you should change them."

The offer is tantalizing, your mother couldn't buy them for you. When your father decided to do his come out and kicked you and your mother and brother out. You ended up living in a shelter. Therefore, buying art supplies wasn't really your mom's top priority.

You bite the inside of your cheek. Lana smiles and bounces around. "Get dressed, we leave in less than an hour!" She cries out as she exits the room.

You sigh and go to get some clothes from your wardrobe.

✯

After ten minutes of searching for clothes, you had decided to wear a leopard print long skirt with a black top. Your hair was slicked back into a low bun with baby's hairs.

You and Lana were sitting in the backseat of the cheerleading captain's car.

They were all singing "Toxic" by Britney Spears.

God, these girls sing so badly. How much more comfortable you'd be in your room writing cheesy romance stories while listening to rb&nb instead of being here, having to listen to privileged daddy's girls sing horribly.

You look out the window when you feel your phone vibrate on your thighs. You look at and see a notification from Nate.

"Are you coming to the party or am I coming to spend the evening with you?"

You sigh and think about a response, saying yes would be an invitation for him to come spend the evening with you, and saying no would mean "Come to the house." At least for Nate

"Sick, bed, throwing up, alone."

You type these four words and send them to him. You are interested in Nate, but not in the same way he is interested in you

It would be a lie to say you didn't feel guilty. But what could you do about it?

The queen bee of the cheerleaders stops in front of a huge house, its lights of all colors and students more or less drugged out.

You get out of the car and Lana takes your arm. "We're going to take a drink to celebrate!" She says, trying to drag you into the house. You frown and shake your head.

"I don't drink." Lana looks at you pleadingly. "She's so lame. Would you rather have a bucket of fried chicken?" Said the captain.

You give her a crooked look and frown. "What this bi-" Lana nervous laughs and puts her hand over my mouth. "Klhoe that's a little racist."

Klhoe rolls her eyes. "You can't say anything anymore." She goes off, rolling her ass. Ass that don't exist.

Lana removes her hand from your mouth. "Slightly?! For you, saying that to a black person is only slightly racist?" You shout, Lana signs for you to lower your tone. "You shouldn't be mad at me, you should be mad at her!"

You breathe loudly and enter the house, needing a drink.

NATE

Nate inhales the smoke from his mouth, putting his phone in his pocket. "Yo dude, why are you making that face?" asks Vincent, Nate's new "best" friend.

Nate sighs and takes a hit on the joint before passing it to him. "Y/N-" "Again her?!" interrupts Vincent.

Nate glares at Vincent. "Yeah, man, I swear she's not like the other dumb ones who are only worried about their bags! She's educated, beautiful, and God, have you seen her in a bikini?!"

Vincent laughs and passes the joint to his teammate. "Tell me?" Vince asks. Nate settles comfortably on the couch. Just the thought makes him hard.

"Her tits overflow, limit they say hello and her ass fuck! all moves every time she takes a step. I remember when I saw her, I wanted to take her doggy style. Hmm yeah." Nate leans down on the table to get a line. "She’s got such a big ass that the bikini doesn’t hide anything."

Vincent laughs before doing a line himself. "You sharing?"

"Dude, I'm planning on making her the mother of my kids, shithead." Nate isn't lying, he really means it.

If it didn't work out with Maddy, there's no way it's not going to work out with you, and that, Nate is convinced of.

RAFE

Rafe listens without interest to a girl telling him her life story. She has a pipe mouth but that's about it.

She is not at all the type for Rafe, Rafe likes to show off his wealth and life, but when others do it, it's not interesting.

The girl whispers some enticingly sweet proposals to Rafe.

Shit, she really wants to get fucked.

She pushes against Rafe's pants. "Join me in Connor's bedroom in five minutes." She nibbles on his ear and leaves.

Rafe smiles. She was clearly pathetic but still pleased to know that she will wait for him with her legs open.

The kook weaves through the people to create a path to get to the kitchen.

Rafe arrives in the kitchen and heads towards the fridge when he sees a girl talking to another. "Come on, it won’t hurt you! It’s just vodka!" says a small blonde. "Fuck you Lana." Says her friend, closing the fridge.

His eyes widened, if having dirty thoughts just by seeing you was a crime then hell, he would be sentenced for life.

Rafe didn't particularly like you, but he was still quite interested in you to put you in his bed. But one of the reasons why Rafe was really, really interested, was because Nate love you.

He moves behind you, his hot breath on your neck instantly awakens your senses. "Boo"

You turn around, ready to hit the perv behind you but Rafe catches your hand before you can. "Hey...? What's your name again?"

You sigh and glare at Rafe. "My arm, dumbass." Rafe looks at you annoyed.

He's so tempted to insult you, but if he does, he won’t be able to use you as a weapon against Nate.

He sighs and lets go of your arm. "You came."

You massage your wrist. "Not for you." Rafe nods and casts a glance at your friend, Lana?

He doesn't know, but she's as red as a tomato. "Do you mind if we have a few minutes?" Rafe says to the blonde.

Lana nods and leaves, despite you telling her to stay.

"So, what do we do?" asks Rafe as he looks at you. "We?"You ask, frowning.

"Listen, uh-," you cut him off. "Y/N" you answer coldly. Rafe shrugs like he's saying, "I already knew."

You roll your eyes and start to leave. "Hey wait!" Rafe follows you. "You don’t want to get sucked by a girl who wants to?"

Rafe steps in front of you. "Listen Y/N, I really need your help to calm down this bastard Jacobs. He hasn’t stopped sending you messages, right?" You don’t answer and cross your arms.

You have several times seen your panties disappear or even felt observed. It could have been a weird guy, then one day you found your panties in Nate's bedroom.

Even if you don’t want to believe it, he could be the weirdo who is stalking you.

"What do you want from me?" You cross your arms over your chest.

"I just want you to spend the evening acting like something is going on between us. Nate will see us and-"

"Nate is here?!" you blurt out, looking around. If he sees you, he won’t leave you alone. "Stop panicking, he won’t see you, he's upstairs getting high."

You calm down and look at him. "People will talk, they'll see you with me and bam, not only will your popularity increase-" "I don’t care about that." Rafe gives you a mean look. "Shut up, everyone wants to be popular."

"Y/N I really need you. Do I have to pay you to get you to agree?"You look down at the ground. "Nate better leave me alone." Rafe smiles, "I knew you weren’t a slut."

You roll your eyes and start to walk away. Rafe follows, putting his hand in the dip of your back. "Take your fucking hand off me." Rafe takes a hurt look. "You gotta be realistic honey." A guy from the football team comes to high-five Rafe. "Yo man, I’d like to introduce 

Y/N." The guy looks you up and down.

Instinctively, you press yourself against Rafe.

Something in his look worries you. Rafe notices and leads you away. "Avoid him, he has the nasty habit of slipping stuff into girls' drinks." You freeze.

"And if he decides to spike my drink?!" Rafe shrugs, "I’ll defend you."

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PART4

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[rafecameronssl4t]

Frat president || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: Unlike Rafe, you managed to balance your responsibilities as Sorority President with your personal life and relationships, something he just couldn’t seem to get right.

Warnings: angst!!!

Word count: 1,973

A/n: first time writing frat boy!rafe lmk if you wanna see more

MASTERLIST (frat boy!rafe x reader au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

The room was dimly lit, the golden glow from the bedside lamp casting soft shadows across the bed. You and Rafe lay tangled together under the sheets, the air thick with the heat of the moment. His hand slid across your bare skin, leaving a trail of warmth wherever he touched. His lips found yours again, hungry and urgent, as though he had been waiting for this all day—between the calls, the meetings, the endless chaos that came with being the frat president.

"Missed you," he muttered against your mouth, his breath hot and heavy, his body pressing into yours. You smiled into the kiss, knowing he meant it. Rafe was always busy, always handling something, but when he was with you, it was like the world faded away. His hands cupped your face, his thumb brushing your cheek tenderly, a stark contrast to the heat of the moment.

You arched your body against his, feeling that familiar warmth between you, the kind of intimacy that only you two shared. But just as things were getting more intense, the worst sound shattered the mood—the loud buzzing of his phone vibrating against the nightstand. Rafe paused, pulling away just enough to glance at the screen. His eyes flickered with annoyance but also duty, and you knew what was coming.

"Don't," you whispered, your voice soft but pleading, fingers on his jaw to keep him focused on you. "Just a second," Rafe muttered, "it’s the guys." You groaned and sat up, wrapping the sheet around your body. "Of course it is." Rafe pressed the phone to his ear, ignoring your frustration as he answered, his tone switching from soft and intimate to authoritative. "Yeah, what's up?" His voice was commanding, the kind of tone that always came out when he dealt with frat business.

You leaned back against the pillows, pulling the sheets over your chest, watching as he got up from the bed, pacing the room like he was in some kind of frat office rather than your bedroom. You watched Rafe’s broad back as he paced across the floor, the low murmur of his voice carrying on a conversation that had nothing to do with you. Every word, every command he gave over the phone to one of his frat brothers only added to the frustration bubbling inside you.

His hand ran through his messy hair as he listened to whoever was on the other end, barking orders and sounding like a leader—like the Rafe everyone else knew. But that wasn’t the Rafe you wanted right now. "Seriously?" Rafe’s voice cut through the air, frustration dripping from his words as he dealt with yet another frat-related crisis. "No, tell him if he doesn't fix it, I'm pulling him from the party this weekend."

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you tugged the blanket tighter around you. This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go. You knew he had responsibilities, but this was supposed to be your time. His phone calls could’ve waited, just this once. But no, everything else always seemed to come first—the frat boys, the parties, the constant drama. It was like you were sharing him with the entire fraternity.

"I said, handle it. No—no, Jacob. I was clear about what you needed to do. Get it fixed, or both of you are looking at probation." Rafe’s voice was cold, sharp as a blade. He paused for a second, then scoffed bitterly. "I don’t care if he was drunk. I don’t give a damn about excuses—just get it done." Rafe snapped into the phone, his voice hard and distant, like he wasn’t the same guy who had just whispered how much he missed you.

You had felt so close to him just minutes ago, tangled in the sheets, his hands on your skin, making you forget everything. You thought tonight would be different, that for once, you could have him all to yourself. The warmth of his touch and the closeness you’d shared felt like a cruel joke now, as you sat alone on the bed, waiting while he dealt with something that wasn’t you.

You stated at the ceiling as his voice grated on your nerves. The anger was bubbling up faster now, impossible to ignore. The thought of being second to his frat boys made your heart ache, but it was more than that. It was the growing realisation that maybe, you’d always be second. Always waiting for him to put you first.

After a few more minutes of listening to Rafe handle the situation, you had enough. "Rafe," you said, your voice sharp as you interrupted him mid-sentence. He glanced over at you, his expression apologetic but still distracted. "Hang on, babe." That set you off. "No, you hang on. You’ve been on that phone for ten minutes. This was supposed to be our time. Remember?" Rafe sighed, covering the phone's speaker with his hand as he turned toward you. "I know, I’m sorry. This is important."

"And I’m not?" you shot back, feeling the sting of his divided attention. Rafe blinked, clearly caught off guard by your words. "That’s not what I’m saying." "Sure feels like it," you muttered, turning away from him as you pulled the blanket over your shoulders. You felt the weight of your words settle between you both, a heavy tension replacing the heat from earlier.

Rafe exhaled loudly, covering the phone with his hand. "Babe, I’m handling it. Just give me a second." "That’s the problem, Rafe," you snapped, the anger flaring as you sat up, the blanket falling away from you. "It’s always 'just a second' with you. Always something more important than me. I thought this time would be different."

Rafe ran a hand through his hair, clearly irritated now. "It’s not like I want to deal with this shit right now, alright? But I’m the president. If I don’t fix these fucking problems, who will?" You shook your head, hurt and anger swirling in your chest. “I get it, Rafe. I know how much responsibility comes with being a president. Believe me, I have my own duties as sorority president. But I’ve learned to separate those responsibilities from my personal life, from us. Something you clearly can’t seem to get a grip on.”

Rafe’s face flushed with frustration. “You think I don’t care about us? You think I’m choosing the frat over you?” Rafe turned fully toward you now, his phone still in his hand but on mute, his voice was a strained mix of anger and desperation. "Of course I care about you. But this is my responsibility. You knew what you were getting into when we got together." "Did I?" you shot back, your voice shaking. "Because I don’t remember signing up to be treated like an afterthought every time someone screws up at a party!"

He rolled his eyes, frustration mounting. "Okay, now you're just overreacting." "Overreacting?" you repeated, the word hanging between you like an accusation. "No, Rafe. I’m tired. Tired of always competing with your frat, tired of feeling like I’m just here when it’s convenient for you. What kind of shitty relationship is this?" He looked at you, and for a second, something flickered in his eyes. Guilt, maybe.

But just as quickly, it was gone, replaced with the same stone-cold exterior he always put up when things got too real. "What the fuck do you want me to do then?" he asked, his voice strained. "I can’t just drop everything for you every time you feel insecure about this." His words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you felt the sting behind your eyes, but you refused to let him see you cry.

"Insecure?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. "That’s what you think this is? That I’m just… insecure?" "That’s not what I meant," Rafe said quickly, but the damage was done. You stared at him, your heart aching in a way that felt all too familiar now. It was always the same with him. Every time you tried to open up, to let him know how much this was hurting you, he brushed it off, made it seem like you were the problem.

You stood from the bed, grabbing your clothes from the floor and quickly pulling them on. Rafe’s eyes widened in confusion as you started dressing. "What are you doing?" he asked, stepping closer. "I’m leaving," you replied coldly, buttoning up your shirt. "I'm not doing this tonight." Rafe stood by the bed, his expression torn between irritation and confusion as he watched you. “Are you seriously leaving because of one phone call?” he asked, his voice low and almost pleading.

“Of course not, Rafe,” you said, your voice trembling with everything you’d held back for so long. “I’m leaving because I can’t keep feeling like I don’t matter to you. Not anymore.” Rafe's jaw tightened as he crossed the room, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “You know how this is, you’re a sorority president. You of all people should know how much responsibility comes with it. You can’t just walk away every time something comes up."

You paused at the door, turning to face him, anger flashing in your eyes. “Yeah, I do know. I know exactly what it’s like to balance responsibilities, Rafe. But I also know how to separate my personal life from it, something you can't ever seem to learn." Rafe stared at you, his hands clenched at his sides as he tried to find the right words. “That’s not fair,” he muttered. “You’re acting like I’m choosing this over you.”

“Aren’t you?” you shot back, your voice cold. “Every time we’re together, it’s like you’re half here, half thinking about what the guys are doing, what crisis you have to fix next. I get it, you have responsibilities, but that shouldn’t mean I have to come second all the time." His mouth opened to respond, but nothing came out. He looked at you, the guilt flickering in his eyes, but still, no words that would make a difference.

The air between you both felt thick, heavy with all the things left unsaid for far too long. "Do you even realise how many times I’ve put everything on hold for you?" Your voice cracked, the hurt finally breaking through. “How many times I’ve chosen us over my responsibilities, over everything else? I’ve never made you feel like you were second, Rafe. Not once.”

“I’m trying,” he said, his voice quieter now, like he was pleading with you to understand. “You know I am.” “Trying isn’t enough anymore.” Your heart ached as you said it, but you knew it was true. “I shouldn’t have to fight this hard just to feel like I matter to you.” Rafe’s face hardened, the guilt shifting into frustration. “So what, you just give up? Because I can’t drop everything for you in a second?”

Your laugh was bitter as you shook your head. “No, Rafe. I’m not asking you to drop everything. I’m asking you to care enough to make me feel like I’m part of your life, not just something you fit in when it’s convenient. But I guess that’s too much for you.” You turned toward the door again, your hand on the knob. This was it—the breaking point.

The moment where everything you’d been holding onto finally slipped through your fingers. “Wait.” His voice was softer now, almost desperate. You paused, just for a moment, waiting to see if he’d finally say what you needed to hear. But all you heard was the faint buzz of his phone vibrating again on in his hand. And just like that, the hope faded. Without another word, you walked out the door, not looking back.

[leaclark]

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@fratrafecameron 😚

[fictionalmenxyn]

—𖥞𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𖥞—

Pairing: frat!rafe x sorority!reader

Warnings: language and nudity (no deep description, just showering together, nothing more)

Summary: after a long day at college, all you wanna do is sleep.

(Rafe is so sweet in this 🤭)

𐬾𐬿𖥞𖥞𖥞𐬿𐬾

Your bedside alarm clock beamed 3:26pm, with its bright white light. You currently lay on your bed, stomach to the mattress. Your AirPod maxs played music as you slept. Wearing your comfy baggy football jersey and sweatpants.

You had been asleep for almost two hours.

Meanwhile Rafe had just finished his football practice. He and his team had worked on game plays and drill for almost four hours. They were versing their rival team in a few days; so their coach wanted them focused and ready.

Rafe was sweaty and in need of some attention from his favourite girl. So he drove over to your sorority house. Parking his black pick up truck out front. He walked over to the front door and knocked. Your friend also roommate, Harley, answered the door “oh hey Rafe, what’s up?” He gave her a small polite smile “hey, is uh, Y/n in??” She smirked and nodded. Stepping aside to let him in, she spoke “she’s up in her room, go ahead.”

Rafe jogged up the stairs and walked down the hall. He was used to them both coming to each others rooms unannounced and never knocking. So he just let himself in, putting his gym bag next to the door. He kicked off his air forces, looking over to you.

Your arms tucked under your pillow, fast asleep. Not a care in the world. He smiled softly at the sight. He walked over and leaned down slightly. He placed a hand on your shoulder and softly shook you a little. You stir awake. Your eyes still shut and you’re still half asleep as you mumble “Brooke…I hmmfucking told you… my notes are on the desk… take ‘em” Rafe chuckled softly. “I’m not Brooke… but I may take those notes, when I need them..”

You turn your head, squinting as your eyes adjust to the light “Rafey??” He nodded “that’s me, princess.” You see he’s in his gym clothes “you done with practice??” He nodded and answered “yeah, gonna use your shower…” you nodded.

He pulled the grey nike gym shirt over his head. Tossing it into your laundry basket. Revealing his tan and toned chest and back. He soon discarded his shorts, leaving him in his black Calvin Kline boxers.

He walked over to the en-suite door, looking over his shoulder, at you. He spoke “you gonna join me, princess??”

You shook your head “hmm don’t wanna get up…” he smirked “oh come on, doll, don’t you wanna spent some time with Rafey?” He knew he’d get you to, especially by the way he phrased it.

You sluggishly get out of your comfy bed. Walking into the en-suite. Taking your clothes off and putting them in the counter for later. You open the glass door, turning on the shower. You step inside after you get Rafe in first, so he can test the water.

As Rafe washes his body, you just stood there. You already had a shower when you got in after your classes; so you didn’t really bother washing all over again. You were there mainly for his company. You gently press your hands on your face, sighing to yourself.

Rafe looked down at you, “what’s wrong, princess?” “‘m so fuckin’ tired.” He opened his arms, bringing you into a hug. He softly rubbed up and down your bare spine. “Aww is my baby tried? Had a long day, baby?” You nodded against his chest. He smiled softly, resting his chin on your head. He noticed your tired and almost exhausted appearance. He knew you had a long day. He kisses your forehead a few times, every so often. “M’sorry, sweet girl, you must be exhausted huh??”

He spoke “aw, baby… once we’re out, how about we have a nap? That sound good??” You nodded and mumbled “thank you, Rafey..” he smiled and kisses the top of your head. He mumbled against your hair “anythin’ for you, my girl..”

Soon after your shower, you were in your clothes from earlier. As Rafe changed into clean boxers that he would keep over at the sorority house. For back up and also a subtly warning for any guy. You didn’t brother asking him way that was a reason. He just did it.

Rafe flopped onto your bed, lying on his stomach. He tucks his arms on top of the pillow. He turned his head and watched you move around your bedroom for a moment. “What’re you looking for, princess?” “My blanket…”

He smiled to himself, one thing he always always found cute about you. Was your blanket. It was a comfort blanket. Red, blue and white checkered blanket. You’ve had it since a child. And although you were a popular, mature and responsible nineteen year old. All of that goes out the window when it comes to that blanket.

You wrapped it around your back. Climbing onto the bed. You lay on Rafe’s back. Your head between his shoulder blades, your legs either side of him.

You feel him turn you both over after some time. You laid on his chest. His arms wrap around you, knowing that comforted you.

He gently rubs your back with one hand as the other rubs circles into your hip. He kissed the top of your head, whispering in your hair “go to sleep, baby… I’ve got you… I’ll be here when you wake…”

You close your eyes, in minutes you were out like a light. He smiled, feeling himself get sleepy, just watching you. He too fell asleep.

Some time later…

Rafe stirred awake. Opening his eyes, he looked down at your nightstand. Seeing your alarm clock read ‘6:37pm’. He looked down at you. Rubbing you back again, just a little firmer, to gently wake you.

You lift your head up a little, rubbing your one eye. He smiles, running his fingers through your hair. “How you feeling, baby? You look better.” You give a tired smile and nod.

“‘m so much better…” he smiled “good to hear…”

“Hey Rafey?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Can we get chick-fil-a?”

He chuckled softly, still playing with your hair “of course, sweet girl, I’ll order you some food. We can eat it while you watch Chicago fire? How does that sound?”

“Sounds like I’m in love…”

He grinned, god… the softie you made him… he honestly loves it… only for you though… his favourite girl.

𐬾𐬿𖥞𖥞𖥞𐬿𐬾

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

bread — ooo … i’m in a sorority 😁

uhm, okay, HOT! let's go, elle woods! let's go!

.........🫠 rafe 🫠........need i elaborate? I think not 😌

「 come join my 10k celebration 」

[simpforboys]

serious questions around here

[taylormarieee]

it's reminding me of... @fratrafecameron this u?

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lets talk about frat boy!rafe x sorority girl!reader meeting for the first time...

from the moment rafe laid eyes on you in a crowd at his frat's beginning of the semester mixer, he knew what he wanted. you.

it was the start of your freshman year of college, you had just joined your sorority and gotten settled in with your friends, everything was relatively normal, that was until you met rafe.

you we're well aware of his reputation, having already been warned by your big before attending the party, rafe's complex, to say the least. he was only older than you by a year, however, he had already weaseled his way into one of the top officer positions in his fraternity and had made quite the name for himself throughout your university for hooking up with almost the entire female student body.

you were intimidated by his affluent and cocky persona, noticing the way he talked down to people as you observed him from afar, that was until he approached you in the middle of the scorching basement of his frat house, in front of the entire party.

"yo. you uh— new around here pretty lady?" he crouches down and inches close to year as he speaks, the blasting music making it almost impossible to hear him. he charms you with his boyish grin and suave personality, resting his forearm over your shoulder while he looks down at you, waiting for a response. you're caught off guard but nonetheless smiling up at him, fiddling with the straps of your tanktop. "um— yea hi! i'm y/n."

he chuckles to himself, licking his lips before parting them to speak again. "y/n... i like it. 'm rafe, rafe cameron. what's your major?" he's a typical frat guy, his words sounding almost scripted, you can tell he's well-versed in party small talk. "'m a business major! what about you?" you continue to smile, being completely enamored by him, and utterly shocked at his sudden interest in you. "business, nice. me too. you got insta?"

you practically flinch at his words, eyes fluttering and eyebrows raising once you fully register the question. "mhm! yea! one sec." you frantically whip your phone out and begin to scroll through your apps. instagram. "this is me." you turn your phone to face him, practically shoving it into his face as he pulls up your account on his own device.

he takes a minute to continue your conversation, intently scrolling through your pictures and reading through your bio, leaving you to internally panic. holy shit. rafe cameron, just asked me for my instagram.

"nice. see you around miss y/n, yea?" he drops his voice into a sweeter tone, clearly reveling in your flustered state. "mhm yea!" he leaves you with a smirk and a wave, knowing he'll come back to see you later.

the rest is history.