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Frat Prez - Rafe Cameron Blurb +18
Minor DNI
Frat!Rafe x female reader
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Play fighting, roughish sex, unprotected p in v, spanking, choking, swearing, pet names.
"RAFE STOP. JESUS," you shout, pushing him off as he smiles at you wickedly.
"What? Thought you liked when I played with your tiddies," he asks as he wraps his arms around your waist, squeezing you tightly, only to let his hands creep higher, doing it again. You throw back your elbow, jabbing him in his stomach, his abs making your act of aggression laughable.
"I'm trying to study, Rafe. C'mon," you whine as he wraps you up a little tighter in his arms?”
”At a frat house?” He asks through a teasing laugh. “Lookin’ this fine?”
"Leave me alone, or l'm gonna kick your ass."
"Woah... Wait, doll. We scrappin'?" He chuckles through a gravelly laugh. "You're gonna kick my ass?" He asks as he points to himself, with a taunting smile.
"Yeah... And, l'd win too," you sass, knowing there's no way he's gonna let this go, playing into his game. You stand up from your chair chest-to-chest with Rafe, looking up at him. "So, are you gonna do anything, Cameron? Or, are you just gonna stand there like a bitch-" He cuts you off, lifting you over his shoulder, walking with you up the stairs as you put up a fight.
“What’s up your ass today, princess?” He chuckles before reaching up, cracking your skin with the palm of his large hand, leaving behind a sharp sting. “Not me. Not yet at least,” he snickers.
”You wouldn’t get it, Rafe. You don't give a shit about school,” you sigh.
“Well, that’s just not true. You’re talkin’ to the Frat Prez, pretty. ‘Course I care.” He kicks his bedroom door shut, slamming the lock with a smirk before flicking his backward cap to the side.
“I said school, Rafe. Not the frat.” You mumble as he lays down on his fluffy area rug, beckoning you to straddle his lap. You sit on top of him, resting your hands on the chest of his crisp white t-shirt.
"Kick my ass, baby doll. I'll even give you a headstart."
"How are you already hard?" You tease as you circle your hips on his rock-hard bulge through his gray sweats.
"I got hard when you elbowed me," he answers with a boyish smile, making you roll your eyes as a blush creeps across your cheeks. "So, are you gonna do anything, ma, or are you just gonna sit there like a bi-" You cut off his words with a decent slap to the cheek, making his mouth fall open in disgust.
"That hurt," he spits.
"And, your spanks feel great," you retort, delivering another slap, causing him to gasp playfully.
"Didn't think you had it in you, kid," he taunts. Reaching around, smacking your ass rougher than ever, making you scream. Your hands bind around his thick throat, squeezing tightly, making him return a crooked smile.
He quickly rolls you to your back, your hands still firmly wrapped. The veins in his neck protruded, that same smile still slicked on his lips. He grabs your wrists, pinning them against the carpet with a bruising grip.
Rafe releases his hold, sitting on top of you, giving you his full weight as you wriggle and protest. "Damn, baby. You're kind of a pussy," he rasps as he moves his hands up your body slowly, landing on your neck, taking his turn choking you.
You release a choked moan as he starts to grind himself into you, nudging your clit with each roll of his hips. His hands trail back down your body, rising slightly on his knees as he plays with the band of your shorts.
"Where are you goin'? Huh?" Rafe shouts, giving you just enough room to flee. You crawl away, only for Rafe to grab for you, pulling you back as well as your shorts off your body. He smacks your bare ass, holding you in place as he yanks his sweatpants down.
"Rafe!" You squeal, fighting away from him with minimal effort this time, hoping for this outcome all along.
"What?" He snickers. "I won. Just claiming my prize." He groans as he clutches his hard cock in his fist, running the tip through your soaked folds.
"Prizes? Don't remember talkin' about that - RAFE!" You scream as he slams his long, thick dick deep."
"Well you're gettin' this cock, baby. Maybe you're the winner. Hmm?" He snickers at his own stupid joke as he throws his hips into you rapidly.
"Too much, Rafe," you whimper.
"You tappin' out, princess?" He grunts. "We just got started. We gotta toughen you up a lil bit." Rafe throws you to your back, quickly ripping off his shirt. Your eyes follow the indentations of his abs to his deep v-lines, so distracted by his body that you gasp again when he ruts himself in again. "Fuck. You're so tight, y/n," he moans, lowly.
You can feel him stretching you out; a sharp pressure between your thighs. He continues pounding you into the floor, breasts bouncing with each thrust. He lifts your t-shirt exposing your tits before giving one a slap.
"Ouch, Rafe!"
"Please-" he chuckles as he sees the want in your eyes.
Rafe moves his hands under your neck, propping your head up so you can see. "Bet my lil slut wants to watch. Don'tcha?" He teases, but he's right. You watch as your soaked cunt swallows up his dick, hitting the right spot each time. "Fuck, y/n. Look at you taking me so well," he burns, his slick bangs and forehead pressed against yours.
"Can't take me in a fight but you can take my cock like a champ," he bullies, running his tongue along his plump bottom lip.
A familiar heat builds inside you. You close your walls around him, gripping him harder. Rafe’s brows knit tight.
"Mmm... I love when you do that," he moans. His lips crash into yours, messy kisses as the two of you fight for air.
"You know if you cum before me, Rafe, I win," you pant against his lips, feeling him smile along yours.
"And, when has that ever happened, sweetheart?" He breathes as his fingers meet your clit making your thighs tremble uncontrollably.
"You're gonna cum. Aren't you?" He groans. "I can tell."
"M'not"
"You're not?" He teases as he moves his fingers quicker.
"Fuck, Rafe," you moan, arching your back as your orgasm washes over your body. Rafe pushes even deeper, flooding you with his climax. His fingers dig into your hips, mucles clenching as he fucks out the last bit of his pleasure and yours.
"Fuck, baby," he groans. "I won."
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What type of rafe do y’all like.
Soft Rafe
Toxic Rafe
Rafe(like wtv season rafe)
Dark Rafe
Or just like a certain AU Rafe
College Rafe
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This is just off the top of my head but I’m trying to make a series and I’m not really sure what rafe I wanna put into it 🙃
Any feed back would be great <33
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watch and learn (part one)
pairing fratboy! rafe cameron x female reader
rating explicit 18+
content warning drug and alcohol use
summary it takes one conversation with your college dorm neighbor to know you won’t get along. rafe is loud, rude, and short-tempered. after he overhears you talking about a disappointing fling, he loses his confidence in his sexual abilities and suggests you start hooking up to both improve your skills in the bedroom. you can’t stand him, but it’s too good of an offer to turn down.
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At first, you cut your neighbor some slack. Over freshman welcome week, you figured it wouldn’t be reasonable to expect him to be quiet.
But it’s Thursday of week two, well past quiet hours, and the bass of his music is nearly making your bed shake.
You assumed the guy you’ve heard but haven’t seen yet would settle down once classes were underway. So much for that.
You have a lecture early tomorrow. It’s past midnight and his music and loud conversations are still drumming through your wall.
You’d call the resident advisor, but you’d rather talk to him yourself so not to risk any bad blood that could form from you snitching on him. You sigh, get out of bed, and decide to finally face him.
Rafe takes another hit of his joint, leaning back in his desk chair while three of his frat buddies talk about the past week of rushing.
He just got accepted into his top choice frat and he’s elated. And if he proves himself, he’ll be able to move into the Sigma Chi house next semester.
He probably will never get used to living in such a small room compared to the mansion he grew up in, but at least the frat house will be an upgrade.
“Dude, I think someone’s knocking,” Blake says, slapping Rafe’s knee.
“Oh, shit,” Rafe laughs, high out of his mind. He pauses the music and ambles out of the circle he’s been sitting in.
When he opens the door to see a girl in pajamas looking up at him, her arms crossed and her lips pinched, he’s taken aback for a second. Damn, you’re pretty.
“Hi,” you say, failing to force a smile at the man towering over you. The smell of weed hits you instantly. “I live next door. I wanted to ask if you could please keep it down?”
He grimaces as his unseen friends jeer behind him. You notice the Greek lettering on his t-shirt. A frat boy. Of course.
“You’re in trouble, Rafe!” one of them taunts.
He props a big arm against his doorframe, his blue eyes trailing down your body.
“Were we being loud?” he teases, purposely playing dumb. He’s obviously wasted. And is giving off strong fuckboy vibes.
“I have an early class tomorrow,” you try to explain. “Can you at least keep the music off?”
“What, you don’t like it?”
“Listen… Rafe, right?” you say. He nods, his grin still so fucking smug. You tell him your name. “I’m not trying to ruin anyone’s fun, but-”
“That’s kind of what you’re doing,” Rafe interrupts. The way your face screws up when you’re pissed off is too cute for him to stop fucking with you.
“Don’t you have a frat house you can do this at?” you finally snap, gesturing to his t-shirt.
“You telling me I can’t be in my own room?” Rafe says, annoyance starting to prick at his skin.
“Not if you’re gonna keep people up,” you say.
“Turn around.”
“What?” you snap.
“I wanna know if I can see the stick up your ass from here,” he says.
His friends explode in laughter and he looks back with a wide smile.
“I fucking hate frat boys,” you mutter more to yourself than to him. Rafe brings a hand up to his chest in mock offence. “And you’re not allowed to smoke in your room,” you add.
“You gonna tell on me?” He cocks his head, his hair falling over his forehead.
“Yeah, actually, I might.”
A man appears behind Rafe with a charming smile.
“Okay, okay,” he drawls to you, gesturing to dap Rafe up. “We should get going anyway.”
“Nah, man, you don’t have to,” Rafe says, immediately disappointed that his fun is ending.
“It’s late,” he says. The man nods at you with a smile.
“Blake,” he introduces himself to you. “Sorry about the noise.”
“Thank you,” you say through gritted teeth, wishing Rafe had half the manners his friend does. He shuffles past you, followed by two other guys who say their goodbyes to Rafe.
“Happy?” Rafe mutters, all the playfulness from his tone now gone.
“Thrilled,” you say, turning to get back to your room.
The next afternoon, you’re on the phone with your friend, Liv, as you make your way back to your dorm room after a full day of classes.
She’s trying to convince you to come to a party at a frat house tonight. You’re exhausted after a long day, but she’s right that you need some fun.
“I can’t be out long,” you say on the phone, pushing your key into the lock. “I’m tired. And honestly, already kind of stressed out over school.”
“Maybe you’ll meet a guy who’ll take your mind off things,” Liv suggests. You snort.
“The last guy I hooked up was such a disappointment,” you tell her. You try to twist your key. It won’t budge. “I almost faked my orgasm, then was like, it’s not even worth it.”
Liv laughs.
“They should know when they suck,” she says.
You wiggle your key, your fingers starting to hurt.
“Exactly,” you say. “Plus, he wanted to try this position and… I don’t know, I felt too nervous to do it. It was just a failure all around.”
Finally, your key twists and make it into your room, clueless to the fact that Rafe heard everything.
That night, you’re at the Sigma Chi house, two drinks in, when you spot your neighbor playing beer pong across the room. Shit. You’re sure this is his frat.
You already told Liv about your encounter with Rafe, so you nudge her and point him out.
“That’s my fuckboy neighbor,” you say.
“You didn’t mention how hot he is.”
“Wait until he opens his mouth,” you tell her, earning a laugh.
Honestly, Rafe does look good. He fills out his t-shirt so well, his backwards hat pushing his hair out of his handsome face.
Rafe glances around the crowded room and catches you staring at him. Even though you irritated him the first time you spoke last night, heat fills his body once he realizes your eyes are on him.
You quickly look away.
Despite how much of a tight-ass he thinks you are, he’s glad to see you tonight. What he overheard you say on the phone a few hours ago has been weighing on his mind. And his ego.
He finishes up his game of beer pong and the alcohol rushing through his system convinces him to find you and ask you what he’s been mulling over.
“Are you lost?” a voice says behind you.
You turn to look up at Rafe, who’s ducking down so you can hear him over the music. You glance back at Liv, who raises her eyebrows and turns away to give you privacy.
“Or do you actually know how to have fun?” he asks. You sigh as you glance back at him.
“I do, without the expense of people’s sleep,” you reply, a sarcastic smile on your face. “Crazy concept, right?”
“I figured it out,” he says. “Why you’re such a tight-ass.”
“I am not a tight-ass,” you reply.
“It’s ‘cause you can’t get off. I heard you,” he says. He sees embarrassment wash over your face. You know exactly what he’s referring to. “And I’m the loud one?”
You look away, regretting that you didn’t stop to think your voice would float into his dorm room. Fuck.
“Does that actually happen?” Rafe asks. “Girls fake orgasms?”
Your eyes dart up to meet his and you scoff a chuckle.
“Yes,” you say. “What, you didn’t know that?”
Rafe shakes his head. Admittedly, he’s been wondering if any girls faked cumming with him since he overheard you. It’s kind of a blow to his ego.
“Ouch,” you laugh, regaining your confidence. “Let me guess. You thought you had a perfect track record.”
“How can you tell that a girl’s faking it?”
You take a sip of your beer and he can’t help but notice the enticing way your lips look glossed with moisture.
“Every girl’s different,” you say. “But for the most part, you can… feel it. You know… down there.”
You’re glad you’re drunk for this conversation. You doubt you could have it sober.
“How?” he asks, genuinely curious.
“I’m not helping you with this,” you say. “Especially after you were such a dick to me.”
Rafe smirks, looking down. You notice he has really cute dimples. Shit. The fuckboy is charming you.
“Let’s start over,” he suggests. “I have an idea.”
“You can have those?” you ask.
“I heard you say you were nervous trying a new position,” Rafe says, ignoring your chide. You look down in unease again.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he says. You look at him again, speechless over how forward he is. “We can help each other. You show me how to make a girl cum and how to know I actually did it. And I’ll let you practice whatever you want with me until you feel confident.”
You freeze for a second. Is he seriously suggesting you two fuck… to get better at fucking?
“Oh, you’ll let me?” you say, his proposal admittedly making your stomach numb with anticipation. “You’re insane.”
“Maybe,” Rafe says with a shrug. You realize he’s being totally and unabashedly serious. “What? Do you need time to think about it?”
You take another sip of your drink, the cold beer spilling down your throat.
He is insane. But he’s also attractive. Charming. Confident. Would it be so crazy to start hooking up with him?
You’d have the guarantee of an orgasm, without wondering if the guy you’re with cares enough about getting you there, and you’d get practice so you don’t feel as insecure next time you’re with a guy you actually like.
“I’m in, only if you promise to actually respect quiet hours from now on,” you finally say.
“Great sex isn’t a good enough deal?”
“Who’s to say it’ll be great?”
“So, I have to tiptoe around my own room,” he says, his temper flaring.
“If you consider not blasting music at night tiptoeing, then yeah,” you retort.
If Rafe wasn’t sure of it before, he is now: you’re hot when you’re pissed off.
“Fine,” he relents. He’ll probably be moving out next semester anyway. He fishes his phone out of his pocket and opens a new conversation. “Text yourself so I have your number.“
You hand him your cup in exchange for his phone. You send an eggplant emoji to your number. He takes a sip of your drink and you scowl.
“Are you that selfish in bed, too?” you say.
“You can let me know,” he quips. You roll your eyes at him and take your drink, giving him his phone back. Rafe chuckles when he sees the emoji you sent yourself.
“I will,” you promise. “I’ll call you out on everything you do wrong. If you can take it.”
“Okay,” he says. “Tonight?”
Wow. He’s eager. It’s kind of thrilling that he wants you this badly.
“Maybe,” you say. “If I’m not too tired when I get home, I’ll text you.”
Rafe’s chest tightens with excitement. His hot, mouthy neighbor is actually doing this with him.
“Sure.” Rafe juts out his bottom lip, nodding, as if this conversation is completely normal. He’s so casual about it. This feels unreal.
You give him a small smile. Probably the first genuine one you’ve offered him. Okay. You can admit to yourself that you’re looking forward to hooking up with him.
You stay at the frat house for another hour, hanging out with Liv and a few other friends you made, before you make it to your dorm just before midnight.
After changing into pajamas, and the nicest set of bra and panties that you own, you text Rafe: i’m home if you want to come over.
About ten minutes later, you hear a knock at your door. You open it to see Rafe standing with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his gray sweatpants.
You’re sure he knows how good he looks when you notice the outline of his length. He did this on purpose.
“Eager,” you say. “Were you already home?”
“I was quiet, huh?” he boasts, stepping into your room. He takes a second to soak in your space, eyes travelling over the way you’ve decorated.
“What the fuck? Your room’s bigger than mine,” he says.
“They’re all the same size.” You settle on your bed, glad he’s so comfortable about this, not making it awkward at all. Truthfully, the beer has worn off, and you’re kind of freaked out.
But this is what you’re doing this for. So you can stop being so nervous about sex.
“I’ll show you my room and you’ll see for yourself,” Rafe says. You watch him pace across your space to study the photos on your wall.
His eyes travel over the snapshots of you with your family and friends, your smile bright and pretty in every image.
With Rafe’s back turned to you, you take in the way his broad shoulders stretch out his white t-shirt. By the slight curve in his back, you can tell he’s not just lean, but muscular, too.
“How long are you expecting this… arrangement to go on for?” you ask.
“Until we’re both satisfied,” he says confidently, turning to meet your eyes.
“So, you’re aware you won’t be coming out of this with a girlfriend, right?” you assert.
While Rafe is attractive and charming, he’s also rude and narcissistic. You don’t want him to think you’re interested in him in that way. This isn’t a romance.
“Oh, yeah,” he huffs. “I’m not gonna be in college tied down to one chick.”
You scoff. Yup. Definitely no romance here.
“Maybe don’t call a girl a chick,” you say. “At least not to her face.”
“Right,” Rafe says with an easy laugh. He slowly steps towards you, his eyelids heavy as he looks down at you. “You have nice tits.”
You feel your skin burn, looking down at your chest in your tank-top. Rafe hardens the longer he looks at you.
“How sweet,” you say flatly.
Rafe smirks and sits down next to you, getting right to business as he pulls you in for a kiss. His lips are warm and surprisingly soft. He tastes like cinnamon toothpaste and smells like aftershave.
He’s a good kisser. But you expected as much. By his confidence and the fact that he prepositioned you the way he did, you can tell he’s experienced with girls.
You feel his hand slide up your body and squeeze your breast. You sit back, disjointing your lips.
“Slow down,” you tell him. “Do you always go right into groping a girl like this?”
“Yeah?” His brows furrow.
“Okay, some might like it,” you say. “But most want foreplay. You have to give me some time to get turned on.”
“Aren’t you already?” he asks. “We’re kissing.”
“We’ve been at it for like, a second, Rafe. Just because you’re…” You look down at the tent in his sweatpants. “Ready, it doesn’t mean I am.”
“So, what should I do?” he asks.
“Just… don’t rush,” you say.
Rafe nods and leans into kiss you again, his hand cupping your waist this time. He doesn’t usually like kissing that much, typically wanting to jump right into sex, but the way your tongue runs over his is actually sort of nice.
A few moments later, his fingers dip to pull your top off. When Rafe sees you in your bra, he swallows hard. Why does he feel like this is his first time seeing a half-naked woman?
Probably because he’s being graded, he realizes.
“Wow,” he breathes. You look down, scratching your neck. “Damn, you do get nervous.”
“What?” you say.
“When a guy says wow, take the compliment,” he states.
You shyly shake your head and pull him in for another kiss to brush past the moment. He catches on, pushing you back.
“I’m teaching you shit, too, remember?” he mutters. “Don’t be shy. You’re hot.”
“Alright,” you groan, tugging at his shirt. “Take this off.”
He smirks and obeys, hoping he at least partly got through to you.
When your eyes roam Rafe’s bare torso, your heart pounds harder.
You continue making out, and he eventually slowly unhooks your bra. He peels it off and slowly cups your breast, fondling and gently squeezing.
“Is this too hard?” he asks.
“No, it’s - it’s good,” you sigh. You remind yourself this is supposed to be instructional. “You should… um…”
“What?” he asks against your lips. “Stop being shy.”
“Play with my nipples,” you say, cheeks burning. “Some girls like that.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.” He looks down at your chest and softly pinches you, then rubs his thumb back and forth. “Good.”
Rafe is entirely hard now, your praise making him ache to be inside you. But he’s here to learn. He needs to go slower.
He dips to put his mouth on your chest, his lips locking around your nipple. You let out a shaky moan and he knows he’s doing something right.
Big hands gently press against your hips to push you onto your back. You settle on your firm bed, hands roaming over his smooth back.
He shifts to give your other breast the same amount of attention, coating your nipple in his warm spit. You bite your lip, feeling your stomach tighten in arousal.
“Can I go down on you?” he rasps.
You meet his eyes. Rafe realizes just how pleased you look already. It’s really gratifying.
“Yeah,” you whisper. He eagerly pulls down your bottoms and panties in one move, losing his breath when his eyes take you in.
“Goddamn.” His voice is strained. You’re already glistening and he wants to put his mouth on you immediately.
“Go slow there, too,” you say. “Kiss my thighs first.”
“Okay,” he says, nodding urgently. It’s satisfying seeing him listen to you like this, considering he doesn’t seem to care for rules.
Your thighs are so damn soft against his mouth. He peppers kisses up your skin. It’s taking all his willpower not to start eating you out right now.
Your breaths are shallow as he leaves languid, tender kisses on you. You feel his fingers stretch your lips apart and hear him sharply inhale.
“Now?” he asks impatiently.
“Yeah. Lick everywhere,” you say, “but pay the most attention to my clit. You know where it is, right?”
“I’m not that fucking helpless,” he mutters. You can’t help but laugh.
He lowers his mouth onto you and you tremble immediately. He laps at you for a few seconds, a groan escaping his lips.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “You taste really fucking good.”
“Do you always talk like that?” you ask.
“Yeah, is it okay?” Rafe says, suddenly tense.
“It’s amazing,” you admit. “Keep doing it.”
“Yeah?” he says with a smile. He points his tongue over your clit, wriggling it over your flesh.
“That’s good,” you tell him. “Make your tongue flat, too. Switch between the two.”
You feel him nod against you, avidly taking every tip.
“And suck a little,” you tell him. Rafe didn’t think he’d like being bossed around, but the way you’re telling him what feels good and making him better at eating pussy is rewarding.
He starts to suck at your clit and the way you moan tells him everything he needs to know. He sucks harder and your breath gets shaky.
Rafe is desperate to see how the inside of you feels, even if it’s just with his fingers. He shifts to slowly dip a finger in your cunt and glances up to look at you.
“Can I finger you?” he says.
“Yes,” you nod. “It’s good to ask. Start with one.”
He slowly sinks into you, stopping at his knuckle. You’re so tight.
“Shit, baby,” Rafe whispers. “I know you’re gonna squeeze my cock so good.”
Your head is spinning. You’ve never had a man talk to you like this before. This is what you’ve been missing out on, hooking up with guys who didn’t care about your pleasure? It feels unfair.
He adds a finger, curling into you and feeling you clench around him as he continues to work your clit. You look down to enjoy the sight of his head between your legs, the tips of soft dirty blonde hair tickling your skin.
It’s intoxicating, being taken care of the way you want to be.
Rafe’s jaw starts to get sore, but your noises give him the drive to keep going. Eventually, your thighs press against your ears.
“I’m gonna cum,” you mumble. “Don’t stop.” Rafe’s stomach twists with excitement, fully alert and eager to take mental notes.
Your breath stops, your muscles tense, and your walls flutter around him as you meet your peak. Sparks of pleasure fire throughout your body and you tug at the roots of his hair.
He keeps sucking and licking and pumping his fingers until you shuffle beneath him, overstimulated.
“Okay,” you sigh. “Good, that’s good.”
Rafe sits up, his lips wet with your arousal. You look happy, yet somehow kind of guilty. He makes a mental note to figure out how to make you unashamed for having a sex drive.
The way you’re panting is making him so fucking turned on that it hurts.
“I need to fuck you,” he says.
“Yeah,” you say breathlessly, hoping he’d say that. “Do you have something?”
He nods, pulling a condom wrapper out of his pocket. He takes his pants and boxers off at the same time and he springs out.
You never thought you’d think a cock could be perfect, but there’s no other way to describe it.
He leans over you, looking down as he lines himself up and slowly sinks into you. You watch him shut his eyes with pleasure, but when he opens them again, you look down at his body.
“So shy,” Rafe teases, his voice thick. “Make eye contact.”
You listen to him, meeting his eyes. It adds an entirely new level of pleasure and vulnerability, looking at each other while he starts to rock in and out of you.
He starts to thrust faster, revelling in the way your tits are bouncing with his force. His strokes are deep and powerful and you whimper over how nice it feels.
His balls feel tight already. He never cums this fast. There’s something about you that’s making his body react like this. But knowing you already orgasmed, he doesn’t let himself overthink it.
“Feels good?” Rafe asks with amusement in his tone. You moan in response. At least he doesn’t need to improve on this part.
He goes harder, losing his rhythm as he reaches his climax, trembling over you. The way he breathes through it is so unbelievably hot to you.
Once Rafe slows down, he collapses on top of you, his chest pressed against yours.
“How was that?” he mumbles.
“I don’t think your ego needs to get any bigger,” you say breathlessly. “But that was good.”
“Just good?”
You laugh. Okay, it was fucking mind-blowing. He doesn’t need to know that, though.
“Yup,” you say, patting his shoulder. “Let me up.”
“What - what could I have done better?” he asks, sitting up off of you, pulling out. “I listened to everything you said. I swear, I never cum that fast.”
You smirk. He’s desperate for the praise.
“Fine,” you say. “It was amazing, okay? Don’t let it get to your head, frat boy.”
It definitely gets to his head. You can tell by the way he’s smiling.
“What position did that guy want you to try? Wanna do it?” he asks. You shake your head in disbelief. He could probably go all night.
“Next time,” you say, exhausted, your muscles weak.
Rafe’s disappointed, but he doesn’t show it.
“Okay,” he agrees. “Next time.”
part two
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— warnings: smut! 18+ aggressive!rafe, slightly bimbo!reader, semi public sex, almost getting caught, fingering, hair pulling, face fucking (my fav shit oops), slapping, choking, degrading, praise, unprotected sex.
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❥ mine — r.c
“touchdown, rafe cameron!”
the announcers voice booms through the speakers, the crowd is screaming, cheering your boyfriends name loudly!
you have a wide smile on your face, rafe had scored the game winning touchdown, and you knew that meant he’d be in an extra good mood tonight.
the sound of the football coaches voice fills your ears, and you see players rushing the field. you drop your poms by your feet, rushing to the field yourself, in search of rafe.
“rafe!!” you shout, finding him mid field, his teammates, students, coaches, and other cheerleaders surrounding him.
he finds your eyes through the sea of people surrounding him, politely excusing himself and pushing himself out of the sea of bodies, taking long strides toward you.
you throw your hands up in the air, squealing in excitement when he reaches you, “you did it baby! game winning touchdown, you secured our spot in the playoffs!”
rafe wraps one arm tightly around your waist, his free hand gripping his helmet by his side as he lifts you up off the ground. you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, cupping his cheeks with your hands and placing hundreds of kisses to his face, landing one on his lips before he sets you back onto your feet.
you lift yourself onto your toes, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper, “so, you wanna hurry and get outta here? don’t bother showering”
rafe glances down at you, an amused smirk on his lips. he brings his bottom lip between his teeth, releasing it quickly and opening his mouth to speak before he’s approached by a reporter.
“rafe! good game tonight, tell us about your strategy for game nights”
rafe smiles softly, turning to face you, dipping his head down to whisper in your ear, “go wait for me by the locker rooms, this’ll only take a second baby”
you giggle, bringing your own bottom lip between your teeth and nodding your head.
quickly turning on your heels you rush toward the sidelines to gather your stuff before making your way toward the locker rooms. you pull your phone out of your cheer bag, opening instagram and scrolling through the endless posts about tonight’s game.
you stand and scroll for about ten minutes when you finally hear rafe’s voice, “hey baby, ready to go home?”
you stared at your boyfriend in awe, he looked so sexy, black face paint smeared under his eyes, hair messy from sweat and his helmet, and his goddamn football pants, squeezing him in all the right places, making you ache.
you needed him, and you didn’t think you could wait the fifteen minutes it took to get back home.
“baby… i- i don’t think i can wait until we get home.. i need you now..” you say softly, batting your lashes innocently at him.
he narrows his eyes, cocking his head to the side in question before it finally hits him what you’re hinting at.
he exhales deeply, “fuck, you wanna fuck here? where?”
you bite at your bottom lip, eyes darkened over in lust as you grab his hand and pull him into the locker room. it was empty, everyone else having left by now.
you pull him toward the showers, reaching inside and turning one on before dropping his hand and pulling your cheer top over your head.
rafe sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes scanning the length of your body, “fuck baby. you look so fucking sexy”
“stop talking, show me how sexy you think i am baby”
he quickly drops his bag and his helmet on the ground, stepping toward you and wrapping his hand around your throat, pulling your lips into his.
you moan into his mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue inside. he tightens his grip on your throat, pushing your back into a wall, his lips never leaving yours.
he pulls himself back, his lips swollen and red as his eyes search your face for any signs of wanting to stop and go home instead.
your hands fly to his football pants, quickly undoing the button and pulling them down his legs. you bite at your bottom lip when you see his bulge pressed tightly against his briefs, “someone’s excited, isn’t he?” you tease.
rafe growls when your small hand palms him through his briefs, gently rubbing at his hard cock.
he pushes your hands away, pulling his jersey and pads off of his upper body, tossing them to the floor as well. he quickly moves his hands to your ass, gripping tightly at the flesh before he slowly pulls the zipper down and making your skirt fall to the floor.
his eyes scan your entire body, making your panties grow wetter under his intense gaze. you take advantage of his eyes on you, slowly moving your hands to the back of your bra and unclasping it, letting the straps fall from your shoulders slowly until the lace material hits the ground.
you move to your panties next, slowly sliding them down your legs until you’re completely naked for him. you turn your body so your back was facing him, slowly bending yourself down to gather your clothes from the floor, giving him a perfect view of your soaked pussy.
a loud squeal is pulled from you when rafe aggressively grabs at your arms, pulling you into the hot shower. he throws you into the shower wall, a dark look in his eyes as he watches you squirm from his touch, “such a fucking slut, wanting to be fucked by your boyfriend in a semi public place? you get off on knowing anyone of my teammates, any of my coaches, or any of your girls could walk in on us at anytime?”
you try and answer him, but you’re so turned on, brain short circuiting as you take in his perfect body, his hard, thick cock staring at you, begging to be touched, “i-i.. y-yes?” you answer weakly.
rafe chuckles, his hand flying to your throat again and squeezing lightly. he uses his grip on your throat to push you onto the cold shower floor, your knees already starting to hurt from the hard ground below you.
“go on, be a good fucking girl, suck my cock”
you quickly obey, softly grasping his cock in your hands and pumping him slowly. you smirk to yourself when you hear him groan, glancing up and seeing his head thrown back in pleasure as you worked his cock with your hands.
you lick at his tip, tasting the precum that had leaked from him and humming in satisfaction, “taste so good daddy”
a low growl emits from rafe’s throat, his hands flying to the back of your head. he grips your hair between his fingers, shoving his cock down your throat without warning.
you begin gagging around him, his swollen head hitting the back of your throat repeatedly as he harshly thrusts himself into your mouth. the grip on your hair tightens, shoving himself as deep as he could and stilling inside you.
he takes his free hand and begins stroking at your cheek softly before pulling back and landing a harsh smack to the skin. his hand makes it way to your throat, fingertips running over the bulge from where his dick sat, “so goddamn pretty with your throat full of my cock. could stay like this forever baby girl”
he harshly pulls your head back, making himself slip from your mouth with a pop, strings of spit pulling from your mouth. you begin gasping for air, your eyes glued on rafe, lashes fluttering.
“up and turn. gonna fuck this pussy so good you won’t be able to walk tomorrow”
you quickly rise to your feet, your knees red and sore from being on the ground so long but you push the thought to the back of your mind. you turn and face the wall, pressing your hands firmly against the cold tile.
rafe wraps an arm around your waist, his fingers instantly finding your clit and rubbing sloppy circles around it. a soft whimper falls from your lips, pushing your ass out further, chasing more of his touch.
rafe cups your pussy, his palm pressed firmly against your clit while he ran his thick fingers through your folds, teasing at your entrance.
he shoves his middle finger inside you, slowly thrusting it while applying more pressure to your clit with his palm.
“awe, my girls already clenching around my finger, can’t wait to fuck this sweet pussy, fill you up with my cum. you want that baby?”
you whine, your hips bucking forward when he shoves another finger inside your sopping cunt. your head goes back, landing on his toned chest, eyes squeezed shut as you focused on the pleasure, your orgasm fluttering.
rafe slows the pace of his fingers, completely stilling them inside you. his free hand grips at your damp hair, pulling your head back and into an uncomfortable position, forcing your eyes on him, “s’not nice to ignore me baby, answer the question”
“yes! rafe please! want to be filled with your cum, please!” you beg, tears streaming down your face, mixing with the now lukewarm water streaming from the shower head.
rafe tuts, thrusting his fingers once, curving them slightly to toy with the spongey sweet spot inside you that has your cunt tightly clenching at his fingers, pulling them in deeper, “i don’t know baby… doesn’t seem like you really want it…”
he begins to slowly pull his fingers from inside you, but your hand flys to his, keeping his hand in place, keeping his fingers buried inside you, “rafe, please! need you so fucking bad”
you hear him chuckle, removing your hand from his wrist. he begins thrusting his fingers quickly, the squelching sounds of your pussy and your moans bouncing off the shower walls.
you feel your belly tightening, your orgasm threatening to burst from you when the sound of the locker room door opens. rafe’s free hand flys to your mouth, muffling your moans.
“cameron? you still here?”
rafe sighs when he hears his coaches voice, but he doesn’t stop his fingers, pushing them slowly in and out of you, an amused smirk on his lips when he feels you bite down on his palm to keep yourself from moaning.
“uh, yeah, just wanted a quick shower before i headed out”
his coaches footsteps approaching makes your heart begin to thump rapidly in your chest, the thrill of possibly being caught making you grow wetter.
“hell of a game you had tonight, i expect that type of energy from you in the playoffs”
rafe clears his throat, “thank you coach, you know i’ll give my all in that playoff game, don’t you worry”
your eyes roll into the back of your skull, chest tightening when rafe curves his fingers again, toying at your gspot. cocky son of a bitch was getting off on this, was enjoying making you squirm when his coach was only a few feet away.
“i know you will son. alright, well i’m headed out, see you at practice tomorrow. ten am sharp, don’t be late!”
“yes sir”
his coaches footsteps recede, the sound of the door closing making rafe drop his hand from your mouth, “i knew you were a fucking slut, fuck that was hot. i think you got more turned on at the idea of him catching us, didn’t you baby?”
rafe’s words followed by the slow and sensual thrusts of his fingers send you flying over the edge, your orgasm bursting from you in leg shaking euphoria.
rafe’s fingers fuck you through your high before slowly pulling them from you. he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking your arousal from them, a satisfied groan falling from him when he tastes you on his tongue.
he wastes no time grasping his thick cock in his hand, pumping himself a few times before he begins sliding his thick head through your folds.
you squirm, pushing your ass out further, his tip pushing into you slightly, before he pulls it back out.
“rafe!” you whine, your pussy aching to be stretched by his thick cock.
you gasp loudly, your hands slightly sliding down the wall when he shoves himself inside you, his cock stretching you out, making you walls tightly squeeze him.
“fuck, feels so good baby, so fucking wet and tight. don’t think i’ll last long if you keep squeezin’ me like that”
you’re moaning loudly, your tits bouncing with each snap of rafe’s hips. he wraps an arm around your waist, fingertips dragging down your bare stomach to your clit. he rubs slow circles around your puffy, sensitive clit, pulling more whines and whimpers from you.
you throw your head back, back arched as you begin moving your hips in sync with his, meeting each of his thrusts, pushing him further inside you.
“shit! ‘m gonna cum baby!” rafe groans, his fingers sloppily rubbing at your clit while he continues his harsh thrusts.
he runs his hand up your body, wrapping it around your throat and pulling your back flush into his front. he captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth when you moan.
you feel his thrusts growing sloppy, your walls tightly clenching around him, trying to milk him dry. he breaks the kiss, his face burying into the crook of your neck as his dick twitches, his hot cum filling you up.
his teeth nip at the skin of your neck, raspy curses and groans falling from his lips as he continues fucking into you, trying to help you reach your second orgasm of the night.
“c’mon baby, cum all over daddy’s cock, let me have it”
“fuck fuck fuck, rafe! ‘m cumming!”
the band snaps, your second orgasm rushing from you and soaking rafe’s cock.
you fall limp, his arms the only thing keeping you upright. he chuckles, placing a soft kiss to your neck and slowly pulling himself from inside you.
“took me so well baby, did such a good job. c’mon let’s get you home and in bed, okay?”
you slowly nod your head, exhaustion hitting you hard, “i love you, rafe” you breathe out, voice soft and weak as you try and catch your breath.
he quickly turns off the shower, grabbing the two of you some towels from a shelf and wrapping yours around your body, “i love you too sweet girl, now let’s get you home”
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“You trust me right?” Rafe’s voice softened eager to please you. “You looked really pretty today baby I miss you” You smiled to yourself perhaps one wouldn't hurt? He'd been so lovely to you after all. “Mhhm thank you Rafe.” you sat up in bed peeling off your tank top and freeing your breasts. “Maybe just one okay?” you shifted onto your knees making sure you were at a flattering level. “Whatever you're comfortable with mami” Rafe replied thanking whatever god was above him.
Opening up your camera you lightly played with your nipples. Before turning your phone into a place that gave a glimpse of your ass. “Not sure if I did it right Rafe.” You looked back at the photo unsure if he'd find this sexy. “I'm sure it's perfect send it alright?” his voice was smooth, almost delicate.
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“Fuck baby so sexy” Rafe groaned palming himself in his sweatpants. “Oh thank you! that's nice” you giggled rubbing your thighs together his words left your panties damp. unable to keep the next words out of your mouth inside you questioned.
“Can I see you Rafe?”
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Don't Cry, Baby | College AU | Chapter 1
Paring: Rafe Cameron X Reader
Summary: Growing up in a sheltered family, safe and secure amongst people you could trust was, according to you, heaven, despite how some tend to doubt its consequences. But you did not expect your safe bubble to pop so suddenly when you entered college - the atmosphere so dazzlingly stark, that it was proving to be a difficult challenge to navigate around. Especially when one of the students gets painfully curious about the new girl.
Warnings: Talks about sex, swearing, drugs, possible smut.
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"So you've never had sex."
My jaw hung open at his bluntness, eyes gauging him from my position on the rough bed as I looked up at his tall frame. I quickly shook away my telling expression, however, loosening the grip on my ankles; the surprise I felt was immense but Rafe didn't have to know that.
How the conversation slid its way onto the topic of sex wasn't clear to me. I suppose Rafe was the first to impose the subject, something about Kelce and his new girlfriend, but then the questions were being thrown at me, while I unsuspectingly debated which outfit to wear, my limited selection sprawled across my bed.
My attempts to answer them euphemistically, I had to admit, were a bit suspicious, and it was no time before Rafe began to catch on to the implications of my tone. Now that the truth was out in the open, something shifted in his eyes, and his speech transformed entirely. I had only known Rafe for a few days, having met him in the hallway of our dorms, but he was never so daring in our increasingly longer interactions, nor so friendly like he was and continued to be in our current one.
I certainly did not expect us to get close enough to talk about sex (something I had only shyly whispered about with girl friends in high school) but everything in this new college environment was taking me aback—especially their…. openness, I guess, was the appropriate word. I was also familiar with their weird fascination with virgins, which is why…..
Shrugging in false casualty, I squeaked out uneasily, "Yes."
Rafe paced up and down my humble room, his body comically large in its small confines, and looked at me with narrowed eyes, hand running through his blonde hair that shone alluringly under the window's sunlight. Even though he tried his hardest not to show it, behind his look of suspicion, I could sense a whole lot of amusement. And the smirk gracing his lips when I interrupted his attempt to speak just made it plain obvious.
"You promised." I warned, referring to his words that assured me of no mockery after I answered his question, or rather, observation.
"I wasn't gonna tease."
I scoffed, disbelieving. "You were!"
"No, actually. I was simply going to ask," He paused, building up the tension that only I was feeling, as he walked closer to where I sat on the bed. With a mischievous grin, he continued, "if you'd ever watched porn."
"Why are we having this conversation again?" I groaned, falling back on the bed. The evening was visibly disappearing behind the window, and instead of heading out for a friend's birthday party, as we were supposed to, I was stuck in my dorm with Rafe for some reason. I didn't even remember why he was in here in the first place instead of getting ready too. Just a comment about how he 'didn't need to'.
"Answer the question."
"Can't we do this after Ruby's party?" My words came out whiny and childish, and I mentally slapped myself for acting like this in front of a practical stranger and so hurriedly sat up straight. Ruby was another friend I made, our meeting occurring at the end of my first ever lecture. Approaching me with a dazzling smile, she was sensitive enough to my anxiety and bought me a cup of coffee, in her own words, as a peace treaty. A few days later, an e-invite to her birthday was sitting in my unread messages. Gazing at Rafe's uncharacteristically curious face, I was reminded of something he had said earlier when I asked him for a ride to the party to which he apparently was also invited. "Weren't you gonna ask her out?"
"What?"
"Ruby. You said you were gonna ask her out." I quickly checked the clock on my bedside table for the time and hustled out of bed with a gasp, mind half on settling with a dress choice and half on the memory of Rafe leaning against his doorframe a few hours ago, chest puffed out, and voice breezy as he announced his intentions to woo Ruby. It felt odd in the moment but then led to an uncomfortable train of thought that if Rafe, who had been established as The Man on campus by everyone I talked to, was interested in Ruby, then she must have been The Woman of the campus. The queen bee, if you will. The uncomfortable factor lent itself to my ultimate insignificance in the grand scheme of things, but that was a heavy topic to uncover.
Rafe remained silent for a bit, seemingly just as contemplative as I was, blankly watching me run around the room as I struggled to assemble a pretty outfit. I was confused about how Rafe, a guy who always looks like he has somewhere more important to be, could stand so stubbornly in my dorm, of all things. There was something off about that image.
I heard him draw a sharp breath before repeating, "Have you or have you not watched porn?"
Baffled at his ignorance, I gave him the harshest look I could muster, but it ended up infused with hesitance. His lips curled into that familiar, teasing smirk he had begun to give me these days when I passed him on my way to lectures, saw him at restaurants, or, most commonly, bumped into him in the dormitory hallways. My friendly wave was only ever reciprocated through a smirk or a grin, his friends chuckling mockingly at my small display. But none was as cunning as it was today, as he eagerly dug to learn more intimate details about my life.
"Rafe, seriously, Is-it-really-that-big-of-a-deal-if-I-haven't? And can you stop pacing? It's making me anxious..."
He did stop, but I didn't think it was because I said so.
"No… fucking way. Are you kidding?"
"See, this is why I don't say this sort of stuff! Because you- all of you react like this!" Having been done with this interaction, I walked over to the attached bathroom, a random blue outfit in my hands.
Behind me, I could still sense Rafe drenched in confusion. I turned on the bedside lamp.
"But…. why?"
"'Why' what?"
"You haven't fucked anyone, you haven't watched porn, and you flinch at the topic of it as if it physically fucking hurts you…. You're not a prude, are you?" He spit the word like it was poison, and my head snapped to him, feeling a rush of offence flow through me, even though the label might have been accurate. I did not appreciate the connotations it held. "I don't think I've ever heard you swear either."
Overwhelmed at his examination, my breathing quickened. Why did he say all of it like it was a bad thing? Was it a bad thing?
My eyes unconsciously trained onto Rafe's lips when he stepped forward; they were a striking shade of pink, complementary to his blue eyes, as they moved, forming condescending strings of words that went through one ear and out the other. I couldn't get myself to focus when put under his bright flashlight, and I began to wonder if this was really how friends spoke to each other in this place.
"Get out."
He looked pleasantly surprised at the authority in my tone. To be honest, I was surprised too. "You're telling me to 'get out'?"
Sparing him an apprehensive glance, I repeated. "G-get out."
When silence followed, I thought he'd finally listen to me for the first time in his life. But then a hand placed itself on my bare shoulder, and I shuddered, attempting to shrug it off immediately. He didn't budge, firmly digging his fingers into my skin as he looked down on me. I persisted in my struggle to escape his grasp.
"Stop moving. Why are you acting like a brat all of a sudden, hm?"
I slowly tilted my head to look at him, my short-lived resolve crumbling at the intensity of his close proximity and eyes embarrassingly growing moist at his comments. Thankfully, Rafe didn't notice.
"I-i'm not."
Under the dim lighting, he reached behind me with his long arm towards the bed, the collar of his polo shirt brushing against my skin. I was practically trapped between him and the bed and looked sideways at the window instead, trying to control my discomfort. When he returned from his excursion, I saw him fingering the fabric of a white dress I purposefully chose to ignore earlier—the material a little too sheer for my liking, a little too thin. But it seemed to have caught Rafe's attention because he pushed it into my chest and snatched away the one in my hands.
"Wear that one and meet me downstairs."
"...I don't want to wear it, though."
"Did I ask?" He said, annoyed, waving his arm at my small room, my mess of an outfit, my behaviour. When he put distance between us by taking two large backward steps, I thought he was finally leaving. And he did. For a second. Before I could wipe my glistening eyes, Rafe popped his head back through the door. "Also, a 19 year old who hasn't watched porn is rare as fuck." He nodded as if telling a universal truth. "Sure, there are plenty of virgins on campus, but no porn?" He whistled mockingly, and I wished he left me alone already, biting back words that I knew would worsen the situation. "That's a whole new league. Consider yourself lucky you've told me first, ‘cause people are gonna mess with you."
"And you aren't?"
Rafe chuckled, but I continued.
"...Sex—" I looked away, feeling the need to defend myself. "Sex is… scary, okay?"
Rafe couldn't have looked more amused.
"What did you just say?" He re-entered the room, pushing fallen strands of his hair back into its slick style, and I sighed. I just drew him back in.
"Forget it."
"Aw," He laughed boisterously, and I shook, startled at the low edge to his chuckles. He was enjoying this (?). "Does the idea of a good fuck scare you? Such a poor little girl…"
I was mortified. How was this the same person I was talking to a couple hours ago? "Stop it."
"Have you ever even seen a cock in your life?" His palm slid down to his shorts, and assuming—quite understandably, I would think—that it was to demonstrate his question, I covered my eyes with my palms, letting out a flustered 'Ah!'.
"Oh my fucking god."
If I thought he was chuckling earlier, he was dying of laughter when I opened my eyes—hand clutching his stomach and everything. It turns out he was merely adjusting his shorts, but he didn't bother clarifying the unsaid question, preferring the alternative. It was infuriating. But I didn't understand how to let him know that when my very existence seemed to have become a piece of entertainment to him.
"Okay, I've had enough of you." The sun was falling lower and lower out the window, the room darker and darker; I was clearly going to be late to the party and lose one of the only kind people I had met here— all because of Rafe- a name that was starting to sound more rough in my head, the 'r' more sinister. "Just get out of here and take me to the goddamn party. Or I'll just ask someone else."
"Whoa, calm down baby." He replied, only barely recovering from his fit.
"Don't talk like that."
"Like what? Call you 'baby'? Do you prefer 'princess'? Little baby princess that can't handle a little dick-talk?" Rafe grinned wolfishly. "And who are you gonna ask anyway? You're not exactly flooded with options. Ruby is at the party, that small girl- what's her name- Maria something, I bet she isn't even invited— and oh my god, I'd rather kill myself than let you ask that new friend of yours. Heyward."
His detailed knowledge of my only acquaintances was disturbing, but that feeling was suppressed by the fact that he was right. I didn't even have Pope's number. God, this man had just dropped too many things at once, and I needed to get myself alone if I wanted to form a single sensible thought. Not knowing what else to do, I decided to follow an impulse for the first time, a bold one too.
I, uh, pushed Rafe out of my room and slammed the door in his face.
"Hey!" He banged his fist on the wood.
I said nothing.
"....Be down in two. I'm gonna leave you here if you're any later!" I wanted to scream in his face that he was the reason why we were late, but I remained silent. "bitch."
I knew he was only saying it to rile me up, but nevertheless, I wiped the tear that threatened to roll down my cheek, undressing to put on the dress Rafe chose. It was my sister's, one that she threw in my luggage as a joke. A mockery of what could be because she knew I would never wear it.
I traced the shimmering jewels on its surface and scoffed. When I exited the room and locked it, I thought of my sister's disbelief if she was here, watching me walk out into public, uncomfortable in white.
I quickly hurried down the staircase but stopped in my tracks when I saw Rafe conversing with a small portion of his usually massive friend group, the rest having already left for the party.
Rafe hadn't changed except for a cap resting backwards on his head. Beside him, I recognised Topper and Kelce, but there were a few other guys that looked unfamiliar. A couple of girls huddled by him too, dressed in cute outfits, lips covered in pretty lip gloss, and hair done perfectly.
Jealousy was a feeling I had harboured way too much during high school and I had vowed to quit that habit in college but as I walked towards Rafe, face slightly ducked down, I was ashamed that jealous was exactly what I was, insecure about my ill-fitting clothes, my highly fluctuating emotional state. Something that was sure to be a bother to everyone around me, if it bothered Rafe.
It was perhaps stupid of me that I was still allowing said man to take me to the party despite his invasive behaviour from earlier, but it would be worse if I took back my request, surely sounding like an absolute coward who couldn't handle a little intensity. And this place was all about intensity, excess.
When I reached the crowd, a silence fell over the atmosphere, and I cringed. Rafe glanced at me fleetingly before sharing loud, obnoxious goodbyes with his friends, who were subjecting him to questioning looks regarding my presence. But I hadn't noticed his second glance, which stayed on me comparatively longer.
"C'mon, baby."
Not wanting to embarrass myself further, I didn't reprimand him for his choice of nickname and hopped into his massive truck standing still under the young night.
Chapter 2
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A/N: Editing this mess made me realise that I am an overthinker to such a degree that its seeping into every character I write. LIKE THIS WOMAN IS SWITCHING THOUGHTS EVERY TWO SECONDS. Anyways, do comment your thoughts! And any direction you would like this series to go (cuz i dont have a plan YIKES).
#rafe cameron x reader#drew starkey x reader#Rafe cameron#outerbanks#rafe cameron x female reader#rafe obx#rafe fanfiction#rafe cameron X you#obx#college AU
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POV: starting college and falling for the starring QB of the football team; Rafe Cameron
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Brotherhood Bonds (Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader x Topper Thornton)
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, NON/CON, DUBCON, All Characters are aged UP, College!au, drug use, underage drinking, threesomes, Rafe x Reader x Topper, manipulation, gaslighting, coercion
Summary: Fortunate enough to secure a scholarship and attend college on figure eight, it’s a dream come true. But when Kook King and Frat President Rafe Cameron takes a liking to you in the midst of rush week, your college dream soon turns into a nightmare, when you’re pulled into the fraternity’s years long initiation ritual.
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
#rafe cameron#dark!rafe cameron#outer banks#rafe fic#rafe cameron x reader#dark!rafe Cameron x reader#dark!rafe cameron x pogue!reader#pogue!reader#darkfics#obx fic#Rafe x reader x Topper#frat!rafe#college!au#topper thornton#topper thornton x reader
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Teacher’s Pet (Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader)
A/N: Woooo I'm back with a little CollegeAU fic feat. Bully!Rafe Cameron. <3
Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: NON-CON/ DUB-CON !Read at your own risk!
Words: 3.1k / Proofread once!
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Summary: Bully!Rafe Cameron and you get paired together for a class project. This gives Rafe the opportunity to fuck with you in the worst way yet.
Rafe languidly ran his hand up and down his cock. His thoughts possessed with images of you. The Cameron's Estate was quiet, it was late. Rafe was lying in bed. He imagined you on your knees kissing his cock from his tip to his balls. Flicking your tongue over his most sensitive spots. He hated how you consumed his thoughts almost every day.
He would never admit how much he wanted you. It made him livid; he despised you since you were in high school. Now you were in college, sitting in the same classroom as him. His hate morphed into something dark. He had fantasies of having you under him and under his control. He knew you thought you were better than him, you walked into class everyday ready to conquer the day.
He thought it was pathetic and meaningless to care so much as grades and being elite. He stroked harder, biting his lip to keep quiet, his thoughts overflowing with putting you in your place.
Finally, you’re not in control, wedged in a situation you can’t get out of. Rafe imagined your eyes wet with tears, throat tightening, hollowed cheeks as he forced himself deep in your wet mouth. His strong grip on your hair, keeping you in place. His stride speeds up ready to release. An image of you looking up at him nervous and damaged, makes him explode, panting hard he lets out a sigh pleased but not satisfied. He was still aching because he desired the real thing and couldn’t wait much longer.
The next day gave Rafe the opportunity he’s been waiting for. Rafe watched as you walked into class, your head held high, beaming with excitement for the day. He was annoyed already, what did you have to be so bubbly about?
You greeted Mr. Bennett, smiling so sweetly in his face. Rafe knows that fucker would love a chance to play with an innocent little thing like you. You were so naïve. Mr. Bennett was one of the younger teachers at the school. Bright eyed new teacher who didn’t have the years of experience wearing him down yet. He had dark hair, a solid build. Rafe would admit that, but Rafe knew he was better than him. He was richer and hotter, what’s the competition? But the way he touched your shoulder made his blood boil. He hated the way Mr. Bennett interacted with you. He clenched his fists. You made your way to your seat in front of rafe, Not even sparing him a glance, but his eyes don’t leave you.
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“Can anyone answer my question?” Your teacher looks around the wide classroom, full of students with bored expressions and heads down. Your hand shoots up and you answer correctly.
“Very good dear.” He smiles at you then continues the discussion.
You hear a scoff behind you. Your heartbeat quickens, feeling your skin prickle. You already know that it’s no one other than Rafe Cameron, your bully. Your number one tormentor.
You don’t turn around or make acknowledgement that you notice it. He leans forward, his scent invading your personal space.
“Fucking teacher’s pet. Probably fucking him too.” He hisses at you leaning back into his seat. You shudder at his words. You’re angry at yourself for letting such juvenile words get to you. You sit up straight, pretending to not give a fuck.
Mr. Bennett announces “Okay, students” He claps his hands together gathering everyone’s attention. “I’m assigning partners for our next project.”
You try not to let your face drop. The class breaks out in groans. Mr. Bennett laughs, calming the class down. and calls out the pairs. You nervously shake your leg waiting for your name. Tapping your fingers on your laptop. “Alright, Rafe Cameron and Y/N L/N.” Your heart sinks. That familiar scent fills your nose again.
“Looks like were partners, teacher’s pet.”
The feeling like you just got punched in the gut hits you hard. The rest of the class goes by in a blur. Your mind racing with ways to get out of this. Mr. Bennett dismisses the class. You stand up quickly, ready to bolt. Rafe is right behind you, stopping you in your tracks.
“Of course, I get paired with the fucking nerd, fuck it.” He sighs dramatically.
“My house. Tomorrow at 5.” Rafe says impudently.
You gape at him taken aback by his words, you try to force a smile, ignoring his insults.
“Oh um, I thought we could just meet at the library or something. Coffee shop maybe?”
Rafe looks at you with disgust like you just said the stupidest thing ever.
“What did I just say? My house at 5.” He bumps your shoulder on his way out the door. You clench your jaw. You take a deep breath and make your way out the door.
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You’re standing outside the front door on the massive Cameron's estate. Uneasiness fills your body; you take a deep breath before your fist raps on the door. You hoped no one would answer, and you wouldn’t have to face the darkness that is rafe cameron. The door swings open quickly, startling you. A beat passes you don’t move or blink.
“You just gonna stand there looking stupid or come inside?” Rafe stares down at you as you shift your feet, trying to will yourself to move. He looks at you expectingly, you slowly walk past him standing in the doorway watching you. You stand in the hallway in awe from the beauty of his home. It’s quiet and clean and massive. You clear your throat when you hear the front door close and lock.
Rafe makes his way to the couch; your eye catches the open beer on the table and the half smoked joint. You twist your face at that. You follow him sitting to the far side of the couch. Rafe moves closer to you, enclosing the little space keeping you apart.
Rafe looks you up and down, you were wearing shorts and a short sleeve shirt. The heat making it impossible to really cover up. His eyes lingering on your bare thighs and moves up to your chest. You were distracted from rummaging through your bag taking out the study materials.
Rafe couldn't care less about the project, but thankful this gave him an excuse to be alone with you. He shifts in the seat and his thighs pressed harder against yours. He feels himself getting worked up by the slightest movement. He was dying to touch you. Your laptop sits on your lap, explaining the work you started, Rafe barely gives you more than a few grunts of acknowledgement.
“So, you see this is the conflict and we need to offer a more detailed explanation and-’’ You stop taking when you feel Rafe’s fingers lazily brush your bare thigh. Rafe’s eyes are low. He wasn’t listening to a word you were saying. Too preoccupied with his own thoughts. Your eyes flashed to the beer; it was long gone. Your stomach dropped.
“Rafe.” You said making him look at you.
“Don’t…” You try to push his hand off you. The way you said his name set fire to Rafe’s grip, making him grasp firmer. He took his other hand to touch your face, he was looking into your eyes.
“What the fuck-’’ You were cut off quickly by Rafe roughly kissing you. You used all your strength to push him back.
“Get the hell off” you demand, instinctively wiping your mouth.
Keeping him away at arm’s length. Rafe looks at your mad expression.
“So, you’ll let that dick Mr. Bennett touch you but I can’t?” Rafe spits out, anger lacing his words. You looked confused, not understanding his rage. He stands up, pacing back and forth.
“He’s-he’s our teacher Rafe, that’s all.” You move the laptop to the table.
“Fuck that. I see the way he looks at you. I bet he dreams about bending your smartass over his desk and fucking you stupid.” Rafe says crudely. He was in front of you now. Close. Too close.
You sit stunned for a beat. You’re perplexed and a little frightened. Why was Rafe Cameron trying to kiss you? and why was he jealous of your teacher? It was all too much. You manage to spit out some words.
“What? Mr. Bennett is a great guy and not a sick weirdo like you like to imagine. You’re acting fucking crazy Rafe!”
That did it.
That was it.
Rafe’s fingers were tight on your jaw in an instant. You let out a little squeak.
“Don’t ever call me crazy, ya hear me!? I’m not fucking crazy!” Rafe yells in your face making you flinch hard. You hate being yelled at; you can feel the tears escaping.
“I’m sorry” you try to utter despite being Rafe still having his hand on your jaw.
“Aw you’re sorry?” Rafe mocks your pitiful apology.
“You should be sorry; you walk around all high and mighty. Like you don’t give a shit about anything or anyone but your stupid fucking grades. Its fucking boring.” Rafe cruel words stabs your heart. He lets go of your face.
“That's not true! and I know I shouldn’t call you names, but you really said some fucked up stuff.” You try to placate him, trying to get him to ease up.
“Don’t be a fucking baby, you try to act all innocent, I bet your panties get soaked when that loser touches you. When he compliments you. I bet even when you get a fucking ‘A’ on a test you’re soaked” Rafe obscenely says licking his lips. Sinking to his knees in front of you.
You gulp down. His words and movements make you nervous, even though there is little truth to it. You do find Mr. Bennett attractive, and that makes you feel guilty enough, he’s your teacher, not a peer. Now Rafe is calling it out? Like its written all over your face.
“No” you shake your head hard.
“Rafe, just forget it and let’s get back to work yeah?”
He ignores you.
You feel his hands on your thighs now. You try to back up and free yourself but can’t move back any further.
Nowhere to go.
You’re trapped between the couch and Rafe, his hands explore your thighs, reaching closer and closer to the top of your shorts.
“Hm, how about now?” Rafe wonders out loud, more to himself instead to you.
“Huh?” you manage, confused at his words.
“Let’s see if you’re wet. Maybe you like being treated like this. Not being in control. Having someone telling you what to do. Make you do shit you would never do freely?”
You don’t say a word, a little afraid of what will come out. Your thoughts were so jumbled in this moment.
You’re scared yet you feel your skin flush. Rafe comes closer to you and hooks his fingers in the sides of your shorts. His teeth connect with the zipper on your shorts pulling it down slowly. You hand flies over your mouth, keeping your whimpers locked inside. Rafe pulls your shorts down and it pools to at ankles. Rafe takes a moment to stare at you sitting in front of him just in your panties and shirt. He pulls your legs apart, spreading them wide.
“Rafe” your voice quivers.
You want him to stop but your body desperately wants to be touched. You hated the fact it was Rafe doing it. He hated you and wanted you at the same time, it was twisted and wrong, but he made something spark inside of you. Something you haven’t felt before. You feel out of control and self-conscious. You can feel your wetness dampen your panties. You knew Rafe could tell by the grin that molded on his face.
“I knew it” he breathed out like he was proud of you.
“Little little slut” he shoves his hand between your legs, feeling up your panties, the wet spot becoming more obvious. He strokes his fingers on your slit making you tense up; you try to close your legs, but Rafe prevents you.
“Don’t be shy now…I thought you liked being the center of attention?” Rafe remarks sarcastically, playing with your folds through your panties. You tremble from his touch, you let out a little gasp when your panties are pulled to the side.
“Fucking hot, better than I imagined” Rafe murmured. Your eyes bug, shocked by his confession.
“Touch yourself” Rafe rasps, his breathing heavy.
“What? No, I can’t” you blurt out. That was not what you were expecting.
“Don’t tell me you can’t. I want to see you touch yourself, just like I was doing to you” Rafe stands tall now, his figure looming over you.
There is little room for argument, you shakily run your hands over your wetness, coating your fingers. You tease yourself lightly, Rafe is watching you closely.
“Hike your legs up.”
You almost whimper at his demand. You slowly bring your knees as close to your chest, you’re in a squatting position, spread wide for him. You try to close your eyes and forget he’s there while you do as you’re told.
“No no, keep your eyes on me” Rafe runs his hands over the tent forming in his shorts.
You try to keep eye contact with him. Your brain feels like its short circuiting, you want to stop, make him stop. You’re smarter than this. You know this is some sick game Rafe wants you apart of. Another way to fuck with you like he’s been doing since high school.
“Keep going, don’t stop touching yourself baby” Rafe purrs. He drops his shorts, standing in his underwear.
Baby
Your breath catches in your throat at that. You let out a moan feeling dizzy, you are close.
Rafe was so satisfied with how you pleasured yourself in front of him, for him. It was almost too much, he wanted to fuck you so bad. But he needed you warmed up for him. He probably wouldn’t get another chance, why not make it good.
“That's right baby, I want you to cum for me, cum on your fingers looking up at me” Rafe was on edge he was stroking himself slowly, trying hard to stay cool. The look on your face wasn’t making it easy, he can see you were fighting it, he wanted you to let go.
“Fucking cum for me, cum for me” Rafe practically begs, his own movements losing rhythm.
You do just that. You feel electricity shooting through you, you jerk against your fingers, your wetness coating them, you let out a broken moan, riding your fingers for a little longer. you try to even your breathing as you come down.
“Good girl” Rafe praises. You try your best not to sob, you drop your legs and cover your face, feeling embarrassment wash over you. Rafe stalks forward and takes your hands from your face. Knocking you on your back and pins your wrists against the couch, above your head.
“Rafe, wait please” You sob for real now, not ready to give more, you feel spent after your climax.
Rafe lets out a scoff and rips your panties down your legs. He pulls your shirt over your head to expose your chest to him.
“Always knew you had a great rack under all those ugly baggy clothes you wear” Rafe takes your bra pulling it down to cup under your boobs. You let out a groan when Rafe’s teeth meet one of your nipples, he carefully grazes against it, then sucks hard on it, you almost scream at the sensation. When he repeats it on the other side only rougher, you let out a scream, arching your back.
“Stop, that hurts” you whine, panting feeling overwhelmed by pain and pleasure. Rafe laughs
“I love hearing you cry baby, it’s so sexy” Rafe groans. He brings his mouth over your clavicle and bites unforgivingly, probably leaving a mark. You sob out, squirming under him. Rafe leaves kisses over your collarbone, then drags his tongue tenderly over your skin from left to right.
“Rafe, enough please” Your begging falls on deaf ears. Rafe is too lost in the pleasure to stop himself now.
“Look at me. Now” Rafe commands you look in in the eyes, holding his gaze. Rafe runs his tongue over your lips ever so lightly. He brushes his lips against yours before crushing his them hard against yours, rolling your lips with his. With you distracted by his kiss, he takes this moment to burying himself into you. You plead at him, begging to slow down but Rafe grunts into your mouth losing himself inside you.
“Fucking Christ, you feel so good, too good.” Rafe rasps.
He hooks one of your legs over his waist to give himself better access. Rafe lets go of your wrists; you feel the bruises coming. Rafe nuzzles his head into your neck. You try to push him off, to get some space, just to breath for a minute but it’s impossible. Rafe is too far gone, it’s like trying to move a boulder.
You pull on Rafe’s hair, he doesn’t move. He groans loudly while his hips rut into you harder and harder.
“Fuck yes, God you’re fucking wet for me” Rafe moans, his movements become frantic. He’s hungry for you and your fight only makes his desire intensify. You feel defeated you can’t take much more; you’re losing to the intoxicating feeling of Rafe’s cock splitting you open. You dig your fingers in his shoulders hard, he’s growls, and brings your hand to his neck, he squeezes a little too hard not caring about your comfort.
“You made me like this, it’s all your fault.” Rafe rhythm gets sloppy his climax approaches. You feel him pulsing inside of you.
“I’m gonna fucking cum baby, deep in you.” Rafe can’t hold back any longer, you plead with him to pull out. You beat on his shoulders.
“Fuck fuck fuck” Rafe’s hip jerk against you, he goes still inside you. His hand is still around your neck. When he finally lets go you cough, trying to catch your breath. You couldn’t get out from under him fast enough, you push past him, grabbing your clothes.
“What the fuck! like actually, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” You’re seething and you have tears in your eyes, you wipe them away quickly. Rafe is still hazy post his orgasm, it takes him a moment to get his bearing. He stands up, gathering his clothes that were discarded.
“Not so perfect now, are ya? Now we are equals. There’s shit in this world you can’t control, just thought I’d show you first.” Rafe smirks wickedly at you. You’re speechless. Stunned. You huff and frantically grab your belongings. Ready to run the hell out of there.
“Oh, and we better get an ‘A’ on this project, teacher’s pet.” You can hear the smile in his voice as you slam his front door.
#tw noncon#non con#dark fics#rafe cameron x reader#dark!rafe cameron#dark fic#smut#obx#outerbanks rafe#rafe cameron#rafe imagine#college au#darkfics#rafe cameron imagine#rafe outer banks#rafe smut#rafe cameron x you
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FootballPlayer!Rafe sending you the video he took the night before when he’s gone for an away game. Rafe, skipping out on the post-win bar night, so he can call you from his hotel room and talk you through it.
#rafe cameron#rafe cameron thots#rafe cameron smut#rafe smut#rafe cameron x fem!reader#obx rafe cameron#rafe cameron x y/n#random rafe cameron thought#college rafe#frat!rafe smut
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RUMOR HAS IT (pt. 12)
(Drew Starkey one-shot)
This is not a full on story but if you want more l'll be happy to add on upon request
Plot: in which drew and isobel address a false rumor in the most abstract of ways
Setting: post business cocktail
Disclaimer: Isobel is an OC, 18+
Table of Contents:
PART ELEVEN
“I’m yours.”
Isobel repeated the sentiment as her soft lips moved from his to press against the skin below his jaw. He sagged into her at the feeling of her brushing his skin with her mouth. Her words made his entire body tremble in satisfaction, and there was nothing he could do to stop the groans from rumbling out of his throat, not with her lips on his body.
Two words could mean so much, those two words that she was whispering with every kiss she left meant so much. They made him feel whole and satisfied, yet somewhat terrified that the person that could make him feel so inexplicably fulfilled was laying right there under him—like he found a hidden artifact that he wasn’t supposed to.
Just for tonight he wanted to pretend as if Isobel was his to keep, to hold, to protect, to feel these confusing feelings towards—because when he thought of her as his they made sense in his head.
Isobel bent her left leg so her knee was up in the air and resting against Drew’s hip, swallowing a sigh as his pants brushed against her inner thighs. She loved the feeling of having his wide frame covering her own, his hard body tucked firmly against her with one of his hands gripping her waist at the feeling of her tongue caressing the veins lining his neck.
The sounds coming from her sensual kisses in the silent room went straight to his dick, pulling a low groan from his mouth. He was so shameless with the noises he made, another thing high on the list of what turned her on the most about him. His openness to display how much he wanted her.
“Fuck,” He mumbled, her body was under his but she had all of the control at the moment, especially with that declaration leaving her lips. Her hands were everywhere, rubbing his shoulders, slowly trailing down his chest, her fingers running over every contour and muscle. Isobel hummed in content as her lips lifted to meet his once more.
“Isobel.” Drew sighed into the kiss, satisfaction laced deep in his tone, her stomach twisted at the sound of him calling out to her.
Drew rolled onto his back as her manicured hand pushed his chest, he didn’t even think of what he was doing as his back hit the mattress, he just felt her touch and he fell—that was becoming a familiar feeling with Isobel. She chased his mouth when his head hit the pillow, reconnecting their lips and wrapping her arms around his neck. Isobel licked his bottom lip with her tongue and tasted the strawberry flavor from her lip mask she put on after her shower. His mouth opened at the feeling and then they were tasting each other.
She knew they should probably pull away before things got too heated—before they got in too deep—but with Isobel and Drew all it took was the smallest act of affection and they were already forgetting all inhibitions. Kissing felt so intimate with Drew, in a way that made her feel as if she was baring every inch of her being to him. It made her feel needy and desperate for him to take her and stick his tongue further down her throat, to squeeze the fat of her behind in his rough fingers a little tighter, and to pull her further against his hard body while wrapping an arm around her waist with a groan to show her how much he needed her too.
That should be enough for her, knowing that he desires her physically because that’s how things were supposed to be between them, but still her wandering mind longed to hear Drew backup his sudden interest in her, “Tell me why you want me, Drew.”
He hummed in question against her lips, the vibration from the sound tickling her face as she disconnected their mouths. Drew stared at her in a trance as his tinted blue eyes watched her pointer finger trace her lips.
“Tell me why I’m yours tonight.” Isobel reiterated as she sat up on his lap, ignoring the way his belt buckle was pressing in between her legs and the tent in his slacks swelling up against her ass. She always ignored the feeling of his arousal when she felt it brushing against her when they were in bed, she had to because if she gave it attention she wouldn’t be able to leave it alone—to leave Drew alone.
Drew was choking, struggling to catch his breath as he felt her ass grazing the hard-on he was pitching in his pants just from a little tongue kissing. Kissing always got him somewhat turned on, it was always a good start, but with Isobel everything was different. The smallest form of foreplay when it came to the beautiful woman staring down at waiting for his next words got him harder than he’d ever been. It was a mind fuck and the reason he was always so eager to put distance between the two because he honestly didn’t know how his body would react whenever they took that next step.
“You’ve always been mine in someway, Isobel.” Drew rasped in response, he stared directly into her chocolate brown eyes and it seemed as if that connection pulled the emotions out of his mouth he’d been burying deep in his chest, “Mine to protect, mine to annoy, and mine to take care of.”
It was moments like this that she hated she knew Drew, that she had been around him long enough to pick up on his cues because when he ended a sentence with her name she knew he was being serious, and that for him she would be his not just for tonight but for the days following so long that he remained interested. She also hated that the knowledge of knowing he could be harboring those feelings calmed her nerves, so much so that things potentially going south between them wasn’t something she could convince herself to dwell on because for some reason with him she felt safe.
Isobel noticed he was always so willing to express what he could promise to her, but what he needed or expected from her always remained floating in his blue eyes in unspoken emotion. That look in his eyes when he so openly admired her always unsettled her in fear she wouldn’t live up to that idea he’d formed of her in his head, but she’d be selfish to not to try to fulfill those perceptions of herself for him. And she would never know if she couldn’t live up to them if she ran from him.
“Don’t you want me to ever take care of you?” She asked in a small voice. Isobel had given herself to a man and spread herself thin to fulfill all of his desires but it wasn’t enough—she wasn’t enough to keep him interested in only her.
It was scary for her to offer that part of herself up to someone again, but there was something about Drew that just made her want to give and offer herself up for his taking. He just made her feel a slither of hope that he wouldn’t throw her efforts back in her face.
“You can do anything you want with me, baby, I just need you in ways I can’t put into words.” Drew began and she was hanging onto his every word like everything he divulged could potentially widen that slither of light she had thawing her chest into a beaming ray, “I look at you and it’s enough, anything else you give me makes me feel like the luckiest guy alive.”
Isobel’s mouth spread into a toothy grin, her cheeks red at his words, and Drew couldn’t help but melt further into the bed at the devastating sight. She was gorgeous when she showed her happiness—that wasn’t the sad aspect of it all—it was how easily his heart was tuning itself to beat just for her. It was uncomfortable to have the breath stolen so quickly from your lungs like his heart had skipped a few beats at how fast he seemed to be falling.
“You know I can see why you have so many girls falling for you back at school, Drew.” Isobel noted with a smaller amused smile playing at her lips, “You’re a sweet talker.”
Drew couldn’t even form a face in his head of any of the girls he’d entertained on campus, not when she was effortlessly destroying the standard of women his brain had developed over the last twenty two years. When he thought of women and beauty, intimacy and longing, and stability and the future his mind now drifted to Isobel, “Are you saying you’re falling for me, Izzy Bear?”
“No! that would be absurd, it’s only been two weeks.” She denied a bit too quickly for her liking, and the amused look that formed in his eyes annoyed her beyond lengths. It wasn’t him thinking that he could make her fall for him just like all the girls that unnerved her, it was the possibility that him thinking such would put him off.
Two weeks, Drew thought to himself that’s all it had taken for the monsoon of feelings to embed themselves into his head and deep in his chest. And it wasn’t the end, it didn’t feel that way in the slightest, everything with Isobel felt like the beginning of a lovely demise of who he used to be. It had been so much longer than two weeks, they both knew that, but realizing the big picture of it all—of Isobel and Drew—was hard to do in such little time.
“Yeah, that would just be insane.” He agreed, it felt like the right thing to say in the moment, but it didn’t feel that way when he actually heard the words leave his lips. If feeling for Isobel was wrong he would proudly be labeled as a maniac. These emotions were new for him, but Drew had been feeling for Isobel for years, sure they were untapped or dormant in a sense but still they were there.
And now they were hitting him all at once.
Silence overtook the two for about a minute as they gazed at each other. There was so much intensity in the silence as if everything they were withholding was being leaked in the absence of their words. That heavy look he was giving her made heat swarm her gut, it was dangerous how Drew’s bare minimum could affect her.
Drew thickly swallowed when Isobel leaned towards him, pressing her bra less chest that was covered in a thin tee into his and placing a glossy kiss onto his left ear. As expected the simple touch pulled a groan out of him, his arm slinging over the back of her waist and harshly gripping the fabric covering her skin. Her lips then began to move as she let her tongue slip out to slowly trace the she shell of his ear in torturous strike of the sensitive skin. She smiled at the small moan he gave her, and she knew he felt her amusement from the pinch he gave the side of her ass. She giggled in his ear and he grunted before suddenly pressing his hips up in between legs against her heat and now she was the one gasping for air.
Isobel was immobile for a few seconds as he continuously began to slowly roll his hips into her dampening cunt. Drew had stolen the control with his arm locked tightly around her waist, forcing her hips to stay pressed into him as he used his hips to grind against her, “Fuck, baby.” He mumbled, his eyes left hers as he looked down and watched the connected parts of their bodies rub against each other. Isobel yelped when one of his big hands roughly squeezed her ass cheek during his distracted glance, the skimpy pajama shorts she was wearing not leaving much to the imagination.
Somewhat pulling herself out of the pleasure of feeling his erection and the fabric of his pants rubbing against her, she continued her ministrations on his ear as she sucked the lobe in her mouth and bit the skin, “Shit, what are you doing to me, Is.” He grunted out.
“I’m going to take care of you.” Isobel whispered into his ear. Her tone sounded womanly, there was finality yet a sense of open-endedness in her statement like it applied to more than just tonight and it warmed his chest.
Her lips found his once more, leaving a noisy peck to which he tried to prolong into a passionate kiss, but she’d already moved onto the center of his throat as she left kisses down the column of his neck. The lower her mouth traveled the more her back began to arch and the view he got of her full ass perched into the air made his dick throb between his legs—he was fucked.
Isobel’s lips got to the top of his chest and glanced up to see his eyes were closed, the girl took the opportunity to slip one of the glossy buttons on his shirt out of the hole revealing more of his built chest to her, “Isobel.”
Her eyes shot back up to his at the warning tone in his voice, his eyelids were back open but he kept them trained on the ceiling above them. She rolled her eyes at his obvious weariness, but it made the arousal grow in her belly at the authority he always attempted to exert over her.
“I only undid one button, I just needed a little more room.” She lied through her teeth, she would’ve undone more if he hadn’t objected, actually his shirt would’ve been ripped open as soon as he walked in her room if they weren’t expecting her parents eventual arrival.
So Isobel made due with what she had, covering the revealed skin under his button-up with her sweet kisses as he laid there and relaxed above her with his large arms now resting behind his head. After kissing and nipping at what she could get to above his shirt she continued on to his fabric covered chest, her lips dragged down his sternum before pausing and his eyes snapped down to hers at her lack of movements. She made sure his eyes remained on her as she moved to press a wet kiss over his right nipple, suppressing a giggle when she saw the gulp he took while watching her tongue trace the hidden skin in teasing circles.
Drew couldn’t speak, he’d made a mistake of looking at her in this state, she was sin the flesh, every dirty fantasy he’d conjured up in his dreams there before him with her ass swaying in the air. His eyes on her lewd actions seemed to make her speed up her descent as she skipped over his lower stomach, causing her breast to lie on his arousal. There was mischief in her dark eyes, there always was when they were in a position like this, but he always registered it far too late because in one moment she was giving him an innocent smile and the next she was untucking his shirt from his pants as she slipped the hem up past his abs. She glanced down at the muscles for a moment, but looked back up to Drew for second before making anymore movements, “It won’t take you anytime to tuck in your shirt again right?”
“No, you’re good, Is.” He smirked, he was fucking smirking and enjoying her little games and it lit her blood aflame and encouraged her to keep trying her luck.
Isobel’s lips found the skin of his lower stomach, loving the way his body twitched underneath her and the never ending groans escaping him. The sounds he made were driving her insane, and the feeling of his eyes watching only drove her to want to give him more. She’d given his ears and neck copious amounts of her attention, but the closer she got to what she truly craved—to what she knew he was trying to convince himself he didn’t need—she was losing her patience.
She flattened her tongue on the trail of skin leading to the button of his pants, reaching between their bodies to undo the buckle of his leather belt, “Are you gonna let me do this for you, Drew?” She asked as she slowly began to pull the belt out one of loops so she could get to the buckle to unlatch it.
Drew couldn’t think of one excuse to get Isobel off his dick not even the fact that her parents could be on the way was deterring him in the slightest thanks to the arousal clouding his judgement, he wanted this and he could only deny her so many times—it truly was up to her at this point.
“You’re asking to put my dick in your mouth, Princess?” His voice was low, a complete contrast to how his body was internally reacting to all of this, like this was his first time with a woman, and in a sense the notion kind of held some sort of truth to it. His heart rate doubled when she nodded with those dark eyes trained on his own, but he needed more than that, “Use your words, baby.”
“Yes, Drew, I want it.” Isobel pouted, eager to get his pants unzipped and finally see him. She knew he was well-endowed from the numerous times she’d felt him against her the past couple of weeks, but this would be her first time seeing his dick in the flesh.
Drew reached down and took over, unfastening his belt while Isobel watched his large hands work and eventually unbutton and drag down the zipper of his pants. He brought just one of his hands back up to rest behind his head, and she took that as a cue to work his pants down his hips, not pulling them past his mid thighs. Before she could remove his black boxers his hand moved to his dick and squeezed the thick flesh right in front of her face, cursing to himself at the pleasure that shot up his spine, “I might cum fast, Isobel.” He stuttered before removing his hand and bringing it up to run his fingers through her thick hair as he watched her grab the band of his boxers just enough for his cock to slip out and fall toward his stomach with a heavy slap.
When Isobel was scared of things her mouth usually dried from the anxiety pooling in her belly, but as her eyes scanned over the unnerving size of his dick, saliva threatened to fall from her lips. Her mind blanked, completely forgetting what he’d just said to her a second ago. She could only focus on his member in front of her and his hands in her hair.
When she leaned down and flattened her tongue against his leaking tip his movements froze and his fingers squeezed the hair threaded between them as his entire body convulsed. Above her Drew released a groan that could be mistaken for someone being tortured but she continued.
Isobel spit on his dick, her eyes heavy with pleasure trained on his own hooded ones as her saliva slowly dripped onto his throbbing skin, and only did she divert her attention away from his heated gaze when it began to run down the base. She then wrapped her lips around him as she began to work the warm length of the velvety skin into her desperate mouth. She moaned at the feeling of him being inside of her with the wetness of her mouth encasing him and his hand shot up to his head as she looked to see him running it through his dark, buzzed hair, “Fuck, Izzy.”
She was practically dripping wet in her underwear at his exasperated reactions to her, nothing turned her on more to than seeing him display his desire. It was a paradigm, as if he had no control of how she was making him feel but also just natural instinct. She gave up on trying to get him to the back of throat figuring she would get there eventually, Drew wasn’t overly big he was just bigger than what she was accustomed to. She wrapped a hand around the base to jerk the part of him she couldn’t reach as she fucked her mouth over the expanse of him that she could.
“Baby, that’s too fucking good—you’re too good for me.” He moaned while also finding a moment to compliment her in way that mattered, in a way that went straight to her heart.
She hummed deeply around him and his words of endearment turned into mindless babbles. Slowly she was able to get him further down her throat and use less of her hand as only her thumb and pointer finger was wrapped around him, but she still needed that final push, “Push it more into my mouth, Drew.” She whined when she removed her mouth to catch her breath.
“You’re going to make me cum, baby.” He hesitated, his voice shaking from the pleasure she was giving him.
Isobel rolled her eyes at his delay, “That’s the point, Drew.”
He still looked hesitant to proceed as he stared down at her, so she took matters into her own hands. Isobel placed her mouth back onto his angry looking dick, taking him as far as she could and reached down to his balls to massage them in her hand, the groan he let out sounded inhumane as he roared her name. His hips snapped up into her mouth, and she got exactly what she wanted. The room was quiet save for his sporadic moaning and the slick sounds of him fucking his dick into her mouth as his hips rose and fell in swift movements.
There was one particular thrust that had Isobel sputtering when one of his hands returned to her head and held her in place as her nose grazed his skin and his tip pushed deep in her throat as she loudly gagged around him, “Fuck, I’m cumming.” He chanted.
He continued to repeat the words when she pulled back to take control and moved her mouth to his tip and used her hand to bring him to his climax. His dick never left her mouth when she felt him twitch, letting ropes of cum spurt inside of her as she used the extra lubrication to help her lips move swiftly up and down his dick, “Shit, Isobel.” Drew dragged out in a groan that could also be taken for a whine when she stopped sucking and began to clean his cum off his dick with her tongue and swallowed every drop of it.
Drew’s orgasm hit him like a strike of lightning shooting down his body as his back stiffened and his toes curled tightly in immobilizing pleasure. He hadn’t came like that since the night with Isobel in his truck, and it was safe to say that the energy depleting orgasms she was capable of giving him weren’t one hit wonders.
“You came so fast.” Isobel smiled, moving back up to face him and hugging his neck. Everything he did had her pathetically obsessing over the man and him cumming in her mouth was another bullet on the list, “Did I do good for you, Drew?”
“Yes, Izzy, you just made cum like I’ve never gotten my dick sucked before.” He was still trying to catch his breath as he spoke, but even as he tried to recollect himself she could sense he was somewhat embarrassed.
She refrained from smiling not wanting him to think she was finding amusement in his insecurity about what just happened. Isobel just marveled in the realization that this was new for him—the way he felt for her wasn’t comparable to anyone he’d been with before. The thought of alone made her vibrate with want for him as she laid against his heaving chest.
“I thought it was sexy, I’m the only girl who gets you like this?” She questioned the breathless man in a sweet tone.
He was now giving her an amused smirk as he lifted his hips to help her blindly pull his pants up after she reached down to tuck his semi-hard dick back into his underwear, and he loved the way her delicate hands handled him with familiarity, like he belonged to her. He let her get as far as pulling up his zipper before turning their bodies to the side and pressing her lips to his own, “You’re nasty, Isobel.” He mumbled against her mouth with all intentions to shift the attention to her, then the sound of incremental buzzing filled the air from across the room on her coat rack, he barely heard the sound in between the smacking of their lips but it was there.
“How long has that been going off?” Drew panicked, letting go of her waist causing her to fall onto the mattress as he got up and stalked over to his jacket she hung up earlier.
He hadn’t gotten there in time to accept the call, but when he scanned his notifications there were four missed calls—three from Chandler, and the most recent from his father. Hidden in between some of the missed call notifications were messages from Chandler informing him of Charles’ impending arrival.
“Isobel, Charles is about to be here.” He explained in a hurry, walking back over to slip his dress shoes back onto his feet.
Isobel instantly hopped out of the bed, and rushed over to him in a haste. When he leaned back up from tying his laces she yanked him towards her by his belt loops and tucked his shirt back into his pants and fastened his belt.
Drew could even get a word out before she was shoving his blazer in his arms and pushing him towards the door. She’d gifted him with a life altering orgasm and now she was rushing him out of her room, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at the thought of it.
“Wait!” She called out, he had just slightly pulled her bedroom door ajar before she reached from behind him to slam it back close.
Isobel moved to stand in the small space between the front of his body and the wooden barrier and reached up to swipe her thumb across his lips that were shining from her sticky lip mask transferring onto them.
Drew absolutely loved when she did that.
“What would I do without you?” Drew heard heard an engine outside the house reminding him of their predicament, but still couldn’t help but lean down to softly press a gentle kiss to her cheek before backing out of her room and twisting towards the stairs.
Drew jogged down the stairs while looking at his phone with the intention to return his father’s call, but before he could even press the contact the handle of the front door twisted as the door pushed open to reveal an annoyed looking Charles, “You coming from upstairs?”
“Yeah, I was just telling Isobel I was leaving after Chandler let me know you were coming.” The lie thankfully came easy to him, but he struggled not to stumble over his words with what had really been going on up there fresh on his mind.
Charles gave him that familiar hum laced with an octave of suspicion, but he left it alone as always. He never pushed or pried, he just made sure that Drew knew in the most vague way that he doubted his word, “Alright, let’s head home.”
“Wait, where’s Cooper and Lora?” Drew asked, he hated he was leaving Isobel alone when she’d expressed to him that’s the last thing she wanted to be after what happened at the cocktail. When his father turned his head to glance behind him and sighed in what looked to be pity, the reason for Drew asking was painstakingly obvious.
“They’ll be here in a few minutes, Richard had to grab some things before they left.” Charles answered while wrapping an arm around Drew’s shoulder so the two could exit the door together. Sure it was stiff and sort of felt second nature to the father and son, but still he felt a sense of support.
They didn’t talk on the car ride home, their house was not too far from the Cooper’s, but the silence felt thick with tension making the ride feel far longer than a few minutes. When Charles pulled into the driveway and put the car in the park he made no movements to get out, he just sat there and stared down at the wheel. Drew awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck at his father’s weird behavior. Eventually the younger Starkey reached to unbuckle his seatbelt, and as if the click of the buckle was a trigger Charles turned his neck to glance at him with a complicated look.
“Remember when you charged that kid for targeting your teammate that one game your senior year? I remember it like yesterday—that look of determination in your eyes as you marched over there.” His father’s eyes softened as the memory seemed to be playing out in his head, “I see that same look in your eyes when you entertain the idea of working at C&S, it’s minor but it’s there.”
Drew’s mind drifted to all those years of baseball he played, he definitely missed the sport, but most of all he missed the camaraderie that came with having teammates. He was the team captain his last year of high school, the one who was supposed to lead by example, but if someone was fucking with someone on his team he didn’t have a problem getting tastefully violent to get his point across. It gotten him some violations, but he never got in trouble for it, not by his coach and interestingly enough never by his father. The man who loved to critique his every move and to ensure his every action was made in favor of his future never had anything to say in those moments.
Charles continued despite Drew’s silence as if he expected it, “But today it was full blown, just like that day on the field all those years ago.”
His eyes snapped to his father’s at his reference to having to stop Drew from tearing through the crowd at the ballroom and putting his hands on that man who dared to touch Isobel. Though, tonight was different than baseball because he wasn’t defending some friend on his baseball team, he was fighting for Isobel, and he didn’t know himself the lengths he would go to protect her.
There was no question that Charles had caught on to what was going on with him and Isobel, but Drew wouldn’t be the first to say it aloud, so he bit his tongue.
“I can’t tell you who you can be with but I can advise you, if you do not believe you are man enough for her then end it, but from my perspective it looks like the damage has already been done.” He went on with a sigh of indifference as if he’d already accepted there was nothing he could do about it.
“Why do you have to say it like that—like if I touch her she’ll burn.” Drew’s tone was incredulous, he hated that Charles’ input could so easily work up that amount of emotion within him.
Charles eyes twinkled as he gave his son a once over. That look of understanding from earlier present in that glint of light.
“You’re the one who’s been burned, Son, but in regards to Isobel I don’t think ‘burn’ is the right word—I don’t blame you, though, I’ll never fault you for shooting for the stars.”
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PART 13
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looking to score (one-shot)
pairing footballcaptain! rafe cameron x female headcheerleader! reader
rating explicit 18+
summary rafe has been flirting with you all season long. just when you think he’s never going to actually seal the deal, you do something to make him dangerously jealous and he realizes he’ll need you to prove who you’re loyal to.
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The state championship game coming up means there are two sure things you can count on.
One, you have to hold twice as many cheerleading practices to make sure your routines are clean and flawless.
And two, everyone on campus has Rafe Cameron’s name in their mouth.
He’s the starting quarterback, the captain of the football team, the fucking pride and joy of your college. For him, it’s awesome. He loves the attention. As for you, you’ve given up on trying to stifle your eye-rolls any time someone mentions him.
Rafe is the cockiest man you’ve ever known. Your interactions with him have been limited, but telling. He’s been teasing you all season, flirting and acting like he’ll finally put a move on you. But then he never does.
Before every home game, as team captains, you stand first in your respective line in the tunnelled corridor that leads out to the football field. This gives Rafe a nice few minutes to flirt with you and does he love to lay it on thick.
Today, finally, it’s the day of the championship game, and your college is hosting. The campus is buzzing with excitement, colorful signs in the stands, every parking lot full.
You’re waiting in your usual spot. The crowds in the stands outside are roaring and the conversations of cheerleaders and college staff are bouncing around the concrete tunnel.
The players aren’t here yet, but you know it’s only a matter of minutes before Rafe leads them down the hall, pausing next to you, messing with you like always.
It’s almost torment the way he works you up, then does nothing about it. Nonetheless, you look forward to this little routine you two have and hope he puts his money where his mouth is one day.
Rafe lives for the buzz before a home meet. The local fame he amasses, the promise of an hour-long game where he’s celebrated for his aggression, the opportunity to talk to you before he steps out onto the field… it’s electrifying.
When he saunters down the corridor towards you, all height and breadth and fucking ego, his eyes trail down your body like he’s imagining what’s underneath your cheerleading uniform.
“Damn,” he lowly mutters to you. “I swear, that skirt keeps getting shorter.” He leans back against the hard wall, waiting for his cue to rush the field.
“Wishful thinking,” you reply, crossing your arms.
Rafe soaks in the sight of your cleavage, the way your tits press together under your v-neck top when you stand like that. His blood runs hot like it always does when he sees you.
“This is a big game,” he says. He’s rolling his helmet in his big hands, his shoulder pads wide, the red of his jersey somehow making his blue eyes look even bluer. “You shouldn’t be distracting me.”
“Do you ever give it a rest?” you ask. He bites his lip, gaze dropping to your legs.
“We both know you don’t want that.” His smirk is so cocky, his dimples so taunting, that you have to look away from him. He’s almost too hot.
“Got me there, Rafe,” you say sarcastically. When you roll your eyes at him, his dirty mind immediately imagines you doing that from pleasure while he fucks you.
“Good, get used to saying my name,” he chuckles.
“Because I’ll be screaming it later, right?” you quip. “Original.” Regardless, you feel yourself flush a little when you imagine him on top of you.
“I’m just sayin’, be prepared,” he says, amused as hell. The band starts playing the familiar entrance music in the stands, prompting you to get ready to run out.
“You want me so bad, it’s embarrassing.” You kneel over to pick your pompoms off the ground, purposely perking your ass in his direction. He feels his groin tighten at the view.
“I’m not embarrassed,” he says. You meet his eyes and can’t stifle the smile on your face, shaking your head as he pulls his helmet over his head.
Goddamn, he wish he knew if he actually had a chance with you. But he hasn’t ever made a real move, sure you’d reject him in a heartbeat. It’d be too big a blow to his ego.
The game is a close one through all four periods. You and your team cheer on the sidelines as the sun starts to set, trying to weaken the thick tension that stretches across the field.
Rafe plays fast and rough like usual, but you’ve noticed he has a sudden rivalry with one of the opposing players. Every time he gets even remotely close to number 33, who’s clearly been tasked with taking Rafe down, he’s shouting at him or shoving him.
His aggression is hot. Always has been. You look away from the field as if someone can read your mind.
Of course, it’s Rafe’s touchdown that wins the game for the home team. You’re elated, the cheering and applause and energy around you magnetizing.
You and the other cheerleaders storm the field, followed by the marching band and everyone on the coaching team.
In the crowd, you see Rafe with his helmet off, smiling the biggest you’ve ever seen. The stadium lights are strong, washing him in a bright light, showcasing the handsome planes of his face.
“Don’t rub it in, huh?” you hear. You turn to see a player from the other team smirking at you, his helmet hanging off his fingers.
“Kind of my job,” you reply, gesturing to your pompoms. He laughs, nodding as he looks down. Okay, he’s cute.
Rafe’s impulse is to look for you, brag to you about his win and about how you have no choice but to cheer for him.
When his eyes land on you, you’re standing on the field looking so fucking cute with your hip cocked, smiling at…
His blood boils. You’re smiling at another guy. The guy who’s been dogging him and pissing him off the whole game. Number 33. Why the fuck are you smiling at him?
Rafe can’t control himself. He starts to push through the crowd to get you the hell away from that asshole, when the coach stops him, talking to him about their play.
He loses sight of you and it makes every sore muscle in his body tense.
When the team heads inside, Rafe doesn’t even have the patience to peel off his muddy uniform. He leaves his helmet in his locker and rushes out of the room to find you.
He’s pissed off at your lack of loyalty. He’d like to think it’s because he cares about the team that much, but no. You’re his. Some dickhead, especially one on the opposing team, isn’t going to flirt his way into your pants.
When he spots you walking through one of the hallways that surrounds the stadium, he rushes to you and grabs your wrist.
You look up to see Rafe staring down at you with hard eyes.
“Why were you talking to that asshole?” he asks over the sound of the chattering crowds surrounding you.
Excitement burns through you. Is he talking about the player who flirted with you? Damn. He’s jealous. You give him a gratified smile.
“Only asshole I talked to today was you,” you reply.
“What did he say?” he demands, voice low. What’s worse is that you fucking smiled at him, a smile that should only be reserved for him, but he won’t say that out loud.
“He was hitting on me,” you reply, smirking. “Hopefully he’ll actually do something about it. Unlike you.”
Your response throws him for a second. If you want him to follow through, to finally resolve months of sexual tension, he’ll gladly fucking do it.
He angrily yanks you towards him and you allow him to guide you through the throngs of spectators.
Rafe has one thing in mind. He knows where the visiting teams park their bus. And he’s taking you there.
He roughly pushes open the heavy door to the back parking lot, pulling you behind him. The evening air is warm and the area is dark and fenced up and all you can hear is his panting.
Hard hands find your hips and push you against the cold, metal wall of the bus. Rafe’s finally facing you again, his stare penetrating. Your heart is hammering with anticipation.
“You want me to do something about it, huh?” he rasps. He pushes his hips against yours, grinding against you.
“Fucking finally,” you breathe.
His lips are on yours as he huffs a chuckle, unable to believe that you’re crumbling for him this damn easily.
His tongue runs against yours and his body feels so firm, the smell of his sweat musky and so fucking sexy. You feel the bulge of his hardening cock against your groin and you buck against him.
His hand eagerly runs up your thigh, below your skirt. When his fingers press against your cunt, you jolt, your breath stopping for a second.
“You wet for me?” he asks, pads of his fingers pushing up against your entrance. His breath is hot, his nose nudging yours. Arousal coils in your stomach, tight and hot.
You feel so soft and moist through your panties. Rafe knows he won’t be able to simply touch you for much longer. He needs to be inside you.
“Mhm,” you can only desperately hum.
His other hand moves from your hip to your face, squeezing your cheeks together as he looks down at you.
“What’s that?” he asks.
“Yes,” you reply clearly, eyes boring into his.
Excitement pools in you when he moves his hands away to pull down his pants. You eagerly hike up your skirt and yank down your underwear.
It’s so fucking insane to be doing this out here. Someone could come through the door in a second. But the risk of it just adds to the thrill.
You revel in the sight of Rafe’s hard, curved cock in his hand. He’s fucking huge. You can admit the ego is warranted.
Rafe loves your expression, the way your lips are parted in surprise.
“Damn, look at you,” he huffs with a smirk. “You want this dick so bad.”
You eagerly lift your knee for him and he takes the invitation immediately, holding your leg up against his hip.
The feeling of him lining himself up against your cunt is mind-blowing. He pushes into you slowly, every inch feeling better than the last.
“How long have you wanted this?” he grunts once he bottoms out.
“Feels like fucking forever,” you admit breathlessly. “What took you so long?”
“Just be grateful you’re getting it,” Rafe replies. So cocky. Typical.
He pulls back then thrusts into you. Hard. You let out a strained sob and he inhales sharply at how nicely you’re squeezing around him.
“Oh, my God,” you whimper. The leg holding you up is wobbly already, making you grateful his hand is firmly hooked underneath your knee.
“You think that idiot can fuck you like this?” he says, driving in and out of you.
“No,” you say, and you mean it. You’re not sure anybody can pound into you so effortlessly, with so much passion.
You dip your head back, eyes squeezed shut while he fucks you.
“Don’t fucking talk to him again,” he orders, his hand rubbing over your chest and roughly kneading your tits.
This jealousy, this ownership, is so fucking hot. He continues to pull in and out so hard and so fast that you know you’ll be sore tomorrow.
“I won’t,” you promise. He’s so big inside you, stretching you so nicely, that you feel your stomach tightening already. “Shit. I’m gonna cum.”
“Do it loudly,” he says with a self-satisfied laugh. “And say my name.”
You obey, and when the orgasm rocks through you, your blood runs hot and sparks go off through your entire body. Rafe feels you squeezing him even tighter and he groans, cumming inside you in hot waves, twitching.
You bite your lip as he pulls out, feeling aftershocks of pleasure rocking through you.
Realizing what you’ve just done, that you’re in a fully public area, you frantically pull up your panties and readjust your skirt. Rafe looks amused by your nervousness, slowly getting dressed again.
“That was…” you begin, but you don’t have the words. Rafe leans down, capturing your face in his hands again to kiss you deeply.
A loud bang forces you apart. You see a player from the opposing team stepping out the door, trailed by the rest of his team.
A few seconds earlier, and you’d have been mortified. But Rafe takes the opportunity to kiss you again before taking your hand and pulling you through the door, past the group of guys.
“Get home safe,” Rafe mutters to them with a smirk, his tone taunting and entirely disingenuous. He spots number 33 and smiles at him with nothing but contempt.
He squeezes your hand and tilts his head towards you as the two of you walk by the sullen man.
“Looks like you lost,” Rafe half-laughs, very clearly not talking about the game.
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— summary: it’s your first year at NC State and you meet football star Rafe Cameron.
— pairing: football star!rafe cameron x cheerleader!reader
— warnings: really none. some language, Rafe is the stereotypical football star, mentions of a party.
— note: this is going to be a mini series! i just need my fix on football!rafe cameron so badly, i couldn’t rush this. also, i did some research on NC State, so some of the places named are actually places on campus at NC State😂
❥ game on — r.c
“Yes mom, i’m going straight to cheer tryouts and then back to my dorm. I have a lot of homework believe it or not”
You sigh, gathering your books and making your way out of the classroom. Your mom had been hounding you since you’d started college, not taking it very well with ‘letting her baby go’ which, you understood, but you wished she’d let up a little.
“Okay honey, you know I just worry about you” your mom says through the phone, making you smile softly and nod your head even though she couldn’t see you.
“I know mom! But I promise i’m okay. I gotta go, getting in the car to go back to my room and change for tryouts. I’ll call you later”
“Okay sweetheart, love you”
“Love you too mom”
You pull the phone from your ear, sighing as you toss it in your car followed by your bag and your books. You settle inside the comfort of your car, running your hands down the sides of the steering wheel and resting your forehead against it.
Your mind was racing, thinking of all of the things that are already happening in your life and questioning whether or not trying out for cheer was even worth it. You’re completely lost in your own thoughts when a knock on your window startles you.
“Shit!” you whisper shout, lifting your head and looking to see who it was. You knit your brow in confusion when you notice a guy you didn’t know standing outside of your car, an annoyingly beautiful smile on his face.
You slightly roll your window down and raising your brow, “Yes?”
He smirks, leaning his arm against your car and bending his head down to speak, “Just noticed you looked stressed. Thought i’d come ask the pretty girl that’s parked beside me if she’s okay?”
You chuckle softly and let your head fall. Was this guy serious right now? “Uh, yeah she’s great” You respond sarcastically, lifting your head slowly, finding his bright blue eyes again.
“You sure? You don’t seem alright”
You mutter a curse under your breath, realizing he wasn’t going to give up unless you gave him something. “Yeah, uh, it’s just my mom, she’s been hounding me every day since I left for college”
He grins, only slightly satisfied with your answer but he continues to press you, “Mhm, just your mom?”
You scoff, “Yup. Look, I don’t even know you, you don’t want my life story, okay? Now if you don’t mind, I have to go get ready for cheer tryouts”
His ears perk up, an amused smirk working its way across his lips, “Cheer tryouts huh? That mean i’ll be seeing more of you then?”
You quirk your brow and chuckle, “Yeah, what’re you some hot shot football player?”
The tone in your voice was sarcastic, but the grin on his face told you he was in fact a football player, making your stomach turn and feel even more annoyed.
“I’m Rafe. Rafe Cameron. Hot shot football player, nice to meet ya…” He trails off, extending his hand out for you to shake and waiting on you to give your name.
“Y/N. Nice to meet you, Rafe”
“What’s wrong with hot shot football players? I’m the best damn quarterback this school has seen, projected to be a top five pick for the NFL draft”
“Nothings wrong with them, just.. Not my type”
Rafe chuckles, leaning himself back against your car and crossing his arms. “Not your type? But you’re a cheerleader? Aren’t we like… Meant to be together?”
You roll your eyes, growing annoyed with him and his banter. “Most definitely not” You pause, turning your key to start the car and lightly placing a hand on his back, trying to shove him away from your car. “Now again, if you don’t mind… I have to go”
He pushes himself off of your car and nods his head at you, “I’ll see ya on the field gorgeous”
-
“Alright ladies! Welcome to tryouts for the 2024 season. I’m your captain, Natalie, and this is your co-captain, Macie. We only have ten spots available on our squad, so, that being said you must impress us today to claim one of those spots”
You stand in line, glancing around at your competition and smiling softly to yourself. They all look good at best, but you knew you were going to kill it. It was highly unlikely that you didn’t make it, I mean you had only cheered since you were six, you only took eight years of tumbling classes, did competition cheer for three years, and you even packed your already full schedule with dance classes to help better your movements.
You snap your attention back to what was being said, “If you make the team, a roster list will be posted in the Fountain Dining Hall on main campus Friday by five PM. Good luck ladies!”
“Crazy seeing you here” A familiar voice says from behind you, making you turn your head slowly.
You roll your eyes when you see Rafe, dressed in his practice gear, helmet held tightly in one hand while the other firmly gripped at his shoulder pads, that damned smirk on his lips.
“So crazy, almost like I told you an hour ago i’d be here!” You respond sarcastically.
You hear him chuckle, shifting his helmet in his hands and placing his free hand on the back of your arm, making you pull away from his touch.
“Hey, why can’t you just be nice to me? I’m just trying-”
“Cameron, what’re you doing? You still like harassing my cheerleaders?” Natalie says, cutting him off and making his face turn a bright shade of red.
He places a hand over his heart in mock offense, a big toothy grin being flashed toward her, “I’m hurt, Nat. I thought you knew me better than that”
She rolls her eyes, placing a hand on her hip and popping it out, “I do know you, Rafe. So go on, go to your practice and leave my girls alone”
Rafe rolls his eyes, placing a hand on your shoulder and dipping his head down to whisper in your ear, “I’ll see ya round?”
You give him a sarcastic smile, waving your hands at him in a ‘shooing’ motion, “I’m sure you will. Bye now”
He shoves his helmet onto his head, giving you one final glance before he jogs off to the practice field. Your mind was spinning, why did he make you so nervous? Football players were not your type, especially not guys like him. Cocky, so full of themselves, but something about him piqued your interest.
“Alright, next up we have Y/N Y/L/N”
You push Rafe to the back of your mind, taking a deep breath and stepping forward for your tryout.
-
“Y/N! Hey wait up!”
You’re almost to your car, exhausted from the tryouts, when you hear Rafe’s voice calling for you. You roll your eyes and suck in a sharp breath, turning quickly on your heels to face him.
“Yes, Rafe? What do you need now?”
“Just wanted to walk with you to your car” He says, that damned smirk you’ve grown accustomed to seeing plastered on his face.
You sigh, “Okay? What’s your deal? You know i’m not- You know i’m not interested in you.. Right?”
He adjusts his bag on his shoulder, a small chuckle falling from his lips, “So full of yourself huh? You think i’m interested in you? Pff, I just didn’t want you having to walk alone at night”
You roll your eyes, adjusting your own bag on your shoulder and continuing your walk to your car.
Rafe rushes to your side, his hands grabbing your bag and slinging it over his other shoulder. You open your mouth to protest but he quickly shuts you up.
“Just let me help you out, okay? Stop being so ‘guarded’ or whatever it is you’re trying to be, I just want to be friends”
You roll your eyes and cross your arms around yourself, “Sorry, I just- I don’t typically ‘make friends’ very easily and… And well I have a bad history with football players, so i’m not very trusting toward you”
Rafe nods his head, his blue eyes burning into the side of your head. You keep your focus straight ahead, not wanting to break and make eye contact with him. You liked him, but not in the ‘oh i have a crush’ type of way, but he’d been kind enough so far, and he was beautiful. That much you couldn’t deny.
“I promise you, we’re not all the same. It may seem like it, but we’re not”
You break, turning your head and finding his eyes. You give him a small smile, “I know, I just have a hard time trusting. My last relationship didn’t end so well, and he was a football player, he kind of ruined the hype over y’all for me”
The two of you finally reach your car, you quickly unlock it and open the passenger door, using your hand to signal for him to just toss the bag inside. He drops the bag into the seat and you shut the door, rounding your car and opening the driver side door.
“So, I guess i’ll see ya” You say softly.
You quickly get into your car and shut the door, turning the key and bringing the engine to life. You’re about to put the car in reverse when you hear a knock on your window.
“What’s up?” You ask, staring up at Rafe as he smiles down at you.
“Uh, just wanted to see if you wanted to come to this party tomorrow night? It won’t be anything crazy, just one of my friends birthdays, I think it’d be good for you to get out, have some drinks”
You bring your bottom lip between your teeth, tilting your head to the side as you contemplate the idea.
“I’ll think about it?”
Rafe smiles, letting his head fall before he brings it back up and finds your eyes again, “Cool, cool. Can I give you my number so you can let me know?”
You jokingly roll your eyes, “Sure”
You grab your phone from the top of your bag, handing it to him and watching as he quickly enters his number into it. You hear a small ding come from the pocket of his sweats, narrowing your eyes at him, “Did you just text yourself?” You ask, a small laugh falling from your lips.
He smirks, handing you your phone back and pushing himself off of your car, “I did. Now I can text you instead of waiting around on you to text me”
You can’t contain the laugh that comes from you, you couldn’t lie, you were flattered by his desire to be able to get ahold of you.
“Smart man”
“Goodnight, Y/L/N. Text me when you make it back to your dorm safely?”
“Night, Cameron”
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frat rafe 😮💨
#let’s hit the restroom real quick#College life with him#drew starkey#frat boy rafe#drew starkey smut#drew starkey x you#rafe cameron
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here's one of the prompts from this ask: presenting... camboy!Rafe
After yet another falling out with Ward, Rafe had to find some other way to make quick cash. He didn't expect to keep this virtual career going for over a year, growing to love the flattery and attention as much as his real-life hookups.
You're Sarah's best friend, a fellow kook-turned-pogue, and spent more time at the Cameron house than your own. This summer, Rafe travels back home from college and gets a little careless, so used to his private dorm where he didn't need to stifle any moans or dirty talk.
It's a late night by the pool, music plays from Kie's speaker and empty beer bottles litter the patio. John B and Sarah are cuddled by the stairs, chatting with Pope as JJ does his umpteenth cannonball, splashing you and Kie as you lounge on floaties.
Unfortunately, it's your turn to get more snacks and drinks. You begrudgingly trek through the big house, already a little inebriated. You gather chips, popcorn and beer on the shiny island counter before a loud noise catches your attention. Curiosity gets the better of you and you follow those strange noises and find yourself in front of Ward's office, the door just barely cracked open.
Rafe sits in his father's chair, pristine white shirt unbuttoned with a light sheen of sweat on his chest. Your eyes drift to his arm, the sleeves rolled up and muscles tense under his tanned skin. He murmurs something under his breath and you creep closer, trying to make out his words.
"Hm, is that so? You think you deserve my cock?" His pink lips stretch into a smug smirk, "you're gonna have to bend over my desk and show me where you want it."
The angle blocks his lower half, but you don't need to see it to know what he's doing—the jerking motions of his arm, the hitches in his breaths, and his blue gaze locked on the screen before him.
"If you beg real nice, I'll let you taste my cum. Shoot my load on your pretty face and claim you, maybe I'll even take a few pictures." Rafe groans heavily, his arm speeding up, "is that want you want? You wanna be daddy's little cumrag?"
For the next few days, you avoid him like the plague, but that's hard to do when it's his damn house. Every time he comes around, you slip away, muttering an excuse about going home or doing an errand. Sarah is the only one partly concerned since you were never at Rafe's throat like the rest of the Pogues.
Your luck had to run out at some point: he corners you at a kegger, you should've known he'd show up at the Boneyard with the rest of his friends.
"I've been back for a month and you haven't said more than three words to me."
You grip the solo cup tightly, nervously peering up at him, "hi, Rafe, how are you?"
He laughs, shaking his head. His new buzzcut makes him appear more rugged and confident. Ugh, he never used to make you weak in the knees, but now you're having trouble standing upright—hopefully, it's just the alcohol.
"I'd be better if you didn't look at me like I'm covered in blood. C'mon, you're Sarah's only friend that I can actually tolerate." He rolls his eyes, "don't tell me they turned you against me in a couple of months?"
me thinks... one thing leads to another and you're making out against his truck, your dress hiked up to your thighs as he hooks your knees around his hips. You pull away for a breath and his hand wraps around your throat, his wet lips trailing down to your jaw: "Is it bad that I want to get caught right now just to see the look on JJ's face?"
At the mention of your friends, you snap out of it and shove him away. Guilty and ashamed, you can't imagine what Sarah would think about you hooking up with her brother, and the rest of the Pogues definitely wouldn't be happy about it either.
You leave the party early and once again, avoid Rafe, going as far as faking sick when Sarah invites you over.
fast forward to the filthy stuff: don't even get me started on you starring in his cam shows. Rafe is all too eager to show his viewers every inch of you, how pretty you moan, how you melt with just the slighest of touches.
He's such a tease: he grinds his hard cock along your clothed cunt, showing his fans just how needy you get, "look at that, she's soaking her panties," he chuckles, reading the rush of comments on the laptop screen, "Yeah, she's gonna ruin them tonight—maybe we'll have a little fun and send them to the highest tipper. How's that sound, baby? You want a stranger owning your messy panties?"
He's obsessed with cum shots: he’ll cum on your pretty, tear-stained face or one of your used holes, "open wider for daddy." And of course, you obey, blinking up at him with his seed on your cheeks and lips. He leans down and spits, spreading his saliva and cum on your tongue, "such a good girl, you'd let me do anything to you, hm? You wanna show our fans how pretty you look right now?"
this au makes me very interested in Rafe's and reader's exhibitionist adventures 😳 ofc fooling around at the country club, mayhaps golf cart shenanigans, and definitely riding him in his truck... this will be a full fic 😌 or a collection of drabbles !! we'll see hehe
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(Not) My Baby Masterlist
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Synopsis: Rafe and Y/N can't stand each other. And yet he approaches her with an unusal request.
A/N: A College!AU Rafe Cameron. Enemies to lovers trope. A wedding date needed and a desperate Rafe willing to do whatever it takes to get his way. A fake dating trope. What more can we want, right?
Part 1
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Part 3
Part 4
Part 5 (TBD)
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