Thinking about Frat!Rafe and his frat bros having a car wash, not because they need money, no, it’s all just one big real life thirst trap. Their rich dad’s fund the frat so they’re absolutely going to just use the money on more beer. He begs you to come by because you’re “the only girl he wants to see there” and it doesn’t hurt that he can flex his hot girlfriend and the nice car he bought you on his bros.

“Rafe, you literally took my car through the car wash yesterday.”

“So? Don’t you wanna see me all soapy and wet, baby?”

So of course you end up going. You put on a slutty little outfit because if you’re going to go, you’re going to look hot. When you pull up next to him he smirks at you, his hair is slicked back from being wet, and his bare chest is glistening in the sun, little droplets of soap and water dripping down his abdomen. He runs over to your little car, leaning down to look at you, tapping his finger on your window. You roll your eyes as you roll it down.

“There’s my girl, gimme kiss.” He has to practically fold himself in half to push his head into the window, he takes your face in his hands and presses his lips against yours. When he pulls back, eyes roam the little pink top that accentuates your tits perfectly and the matching little pink skirt that’s ridden up your thighs while you were driving. “Damn baby, this all for me?”

“Always for you, daddy. Now chop, chop, wash my car.” You snap your fingers at him, sending him a wink before rolling your window up.

And wash your car he does. He makes a whole scene of it, pressing his swim trunk covered cock against the drivers window while he soaps up the roof, laying practically his whole body across your windshield, his soap slick abs on full display against the glass. He draws little hearts in the soap, blowing you kisses, sending you those fucking smirks that drive you crazy. When he’s done, he pulls open your door, practically ripping you from the drivers seat.

“You didn’t think I was gonna let you come here and not get my hands on you, did you?” One of his large hands laces through your hair while the other grabs your hip, pressing your back against your wet car before crashing his lips against yours. It’s a hungry kiss, all tongues and teeth. His brothers whoop and cheer around you but you don’t even care because he feels so good. “Now chop, chop, baby, run along. I’ll see your cute little ass later.”

He pats your ass twice before pulling away from you, opening your door for you and walking away, leaving you breathless and wet in more ways than one.

frat! rafe praying on the shy sorority girl because he just loves to fluster her. Telling her to sit on his lap and she just nods because she doesn’t want to upset the president of the most important frat

i luv this concept especially with reader who is super softly spoken like cailee spaenys priscila !! (im projecting bc that’s how i talk <3)

୨♡୧ 🎀 ᰔ 🎀 ໒ྀི꒰ ◞ ‌ ◟ ꒱ྀིა

standing up on the sidelines when everyone’s sat around the couch drinking and having fun, your hands clutched at your front playing with your skirt because you don’t know what to do with them. rafe wants to talk to you, he thinks you’re so sweet — but can barely hear you over the party.

“look, hey— come sit down. can’t hear you.” he lays the charm on, leaning back in his seat with a honey-thick smile. your breath hitches as you look around the group.

“there isnt any space for me. its okay.” you shake your head and his smile only grows.

“yeah, which is why i’m saying you can sit right here.” he pats his leg. you blink for just one second and he holds up his hands in defence. “i’ll behave, i swear.” he grins, and he must be good at what he does, good at speaking to girls because you trust him oddly, though everything in you tells you he’s not being completely truthful.

you nod anyway, as you’d hate to be so rude to the president of the frat — the frat everyone spoke about, cared about, the one that hosted all the events. you perch on his leg shyly and he gets comfortable, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“see thats better, i can actually hear you now. can get to know you better like this, right?”

୨♡୧ 🎀 ᰔ 🎀 ໒ྀི꒰ ◞ ‌ ◟ ꒱ྀིა

i saw smth about beautiful dainty light hearted girls with their pet frat boys (their boyfriends) and it is just sooooo rafe and reader. if the idea was a person i’d fuck it.

oh my god oh my god oh my god ur speaking my language!! credit to @princessbrunette for creating frat!rafe (my beloved)

frat!rafe x innocent reader headcannons

- frat!rafe who loves parading you around parties, a pretty little thing on his arm. he gets many jealous glares and nods of approval. people are always astounded by the sheer juxtaposition of how perverted and arrogant the boy was, and how sweet and charismatic you were.

- frat!rafe who loves the summer because of your sweet little sundresses. he’s obsessed with the way they squish your tits and flow around your ass, the perfect length for him to sneak his hand in and squeeze affectionately.

- frat!rafe who loves when you tutor him, bringing you up into his messy room in the shared house, listening to your soft voice explain a complicated concept. he loves eating you out up here, listening to you trail off as you succumb to pleasure.

- frat!rafe who lets you drink with him, loving you all tipsy and pliant, barely clothed and all his. his favorite is when you get to the point where you’re no longer bothered by pda, pushing your plush tits into him and pawing at him to take you upstairs. the look he shares with his frat boys at your desperation would usually disgust you, but you’re too needy and drunk to notice. blindly following him through the house, hand-in-hand.

- frat!rafe who fucks you loudly in your dorm room, not caring about how thin the walls were and how red your face would be when you exit your pleasure induced haze, “yeah that’s real good kid, let em hear ya” and you’re whining and nodding, so fucked out that you just go with what he says.

- frat!rafe who loves when you need him. whether that be fixing a light, carrying something heavy, building furniture. he wants you to rely on him, he needs to be needed.

- frat!rafe who kisses you soooo sloppy in public no matter how much you complain. you love it, you really do, but the excess saliva and the visible tongue make your cheeks flush—the blonde boy chiding at you, “s’okay baby, everyone knows we’re together, nothin’ to be embarrassed about yeah?”

Frat Prez - Rafe Cameron Blurb +18

Minor DNI

Frat!Rafe x female reader

1k

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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AHHH drabble of frat!Rafe and reader🤭🤭

warnings: fluff, suggestive language, suggestive ending

“i can’t believe you do this every sunday.” rafe’s head rested between your legs as you tweezed his eyebrows, laughing softly at the sight of him. there he was, laying in your fluffy pink robe that barely reached his knees with a girly headband to match, a cucumber facemask drying over his skin, and your bunny slippers dangling off his feet while you two took turns playing songs on your tv. there was just something about a man who spent most of his time with ‘his boys’ who now let you get him in the most ridiculous get-up because it made you happy, all with the exception of the most disgusting fuckboy music playing in the background.

after you finished, you snapped a picture of him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “you know, i was thinking about us while i was in class, and since you’ve been the one teaching me stuff, i was wondering if you’d let me teach you a couple things..” he sat up, pulling you onto his lap while he stroked your thigh. completely oblivious to the fact that he was talking about sex, you nodded. “oooh, like what?” he blinked, hoping you’d catch on with his fingers slipping under the waistband of your pj shorts. just as you were about to moan, the gigantic bow from your headband fell in his face, a laugh bursting from your lips as he still tried to act sexy. rafe cursed under his breath, throwing the damned thing to the side. “i’m sorry, i just can’t take you serious right now babe.” he got up, marching towards the bathroom door before slamming it closed behind him.

“what a diva.” you whispered to yourself, mindlessly scrolling on your phone while rafe was changing into some comfortable clothes, or so you thought. “babe you should take me on a book shopping spree!” you were kicking your feet as the door opened. at the lack of response, you looked up, your mouth falling open ever so slightly. rafe stood completely naked, his cock hard and standing tall against his stomach. “still can’t take me seriously?”

Frat! Rafe is everything to me

Smut with rafe cameron in the car “until the windows fog up”

mdni¡

made this with frat!rafe bc it fits & i miss him

you’re sitting in the passenger seat of your boyfriend’s car on the way back to campus. it’s way past midnight and you had felt like leaving the party you two attended at his frat, so he offered to go home with you. you’re facing rafe as you lean your arm against the car door. you still feel a bit buzzed, courtesy of the drink you decided to chug before you walked out, but not too drunk. mostly, it had wore off.

you stare, taking in the features of the man beside you. even in the dark, you could see his chiseled jaw, large biceps, his strong hands gripping the steering wheel. those hands. something about the way they held onto the wheel and moved every time he took a turn ignited something in you. your body takes over your mind and before you can think, your hands are moving to the buttons on rafe’s pants. his hands fly off of the steering wheel and he snaps his head down, “what the fuck are you doing?! i’m driving!” you hum, ignoring him as you pull his pants down as much as you can. you place a hand on his boxers, feeling him hardening underneath your touch. you apply pressure and move your hand back and forth, teasing him. he grabs your wrist firmly, “don’t make me stop this car and fuck you right now.”

you giggle and unbuckle your seatbelt. you lean over and pull rafe’s length out of his boxers. immediately, you take him into your mouth. you can feel the car swerve as he lets out a hiss. he drives slowly before coming to a full stop. you don’t see where as you continue your work on his cock. you take him into the back of your throat, gagging. he pushes your head down, causing it to go even further. “fuck, don’t stop,” you play with him, switching back and forth between your mouth and your hands on his tip. his mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. when you begin to move your head faster, his breathing becomes uneven. his hand sticks to the back of your head, not allowing you to move until he releases. desperately, he continues to fuck your throat until it’s coated in his cum. his grip loosens but his hand remains on your hair. he wastes no time, yanking you out of your seat so that you’re sitting on top of his lap. he turns you around to face the windshield, ass toward him. he grabs a handful of your dress,lifting it up, and positions himself with your dripping entrance. you lean forward, laying your head on the dashboard, and then lean back slowly, sinking onto rafe’s cock. you feel his size stretching you out right away. he thrusts his hips up and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he fucks you. “right there, baby, right there.” he grabs onto your ass for better support and watches closely as his cock slips in and out of your pussy. “love how you fill me up, rafe. feels so fucking good.” your words are spoken in short breaths, your mind starting to become cloudy. “yeah? you like that? who else can fill you up like this? make you feel this good?” now he has one hand on your ass as the other makes its way to your hair. he grabs it into a makeshift ponytail and pulls your head back. you turn to face him, “nobody rafe. only you can fuck me this good.” he grins and places a sloppy kiss to your mouth, pulling on your bottom lip before he turns your head back around. he moves you so that you’re sitting straight up on his cock. he moves your hair to one side of your neck to start sucking sweet spots on the other. the sensation makes your toes curl, only giving you more motivation for release. you rock up and down harder and harder until you feel the pressure building up quickly. rafe starts to rub harsh circles onto your clit, sending you over the edge. “please, cum for me, baby. i wanna see you fall apart all over me.” his words do it for you and soon enough, you’re climaxing. you fall back onto the dashboard and catch your breath, but rafe picks you up right away. he wraps his arm around your neck, holding you in place. “not yet, sweetheart. i’m almost there.” you whine at the overstimulation. he’s still bucking into you when he lets out a loud groan. “don’t move. wanna stay like this and make sure i fill you up. how does that sound?” his eyes are shut as he speaks softly, climax still washing over him. he holds you against him, arm now wrapped around your torso as your head leans back against his shoulder. by now, his car looks like the inside of a sauna. you’re both glazed with sweat,your hair is sticking to your skin, and the windows are opaque with fog. you stare at the window, leaning against rafe. you begin to doodle on it, using your finger. you draw stars and hearts and smiley’s and your boyfriend chuckles. you draw a bigger heart, enclosing your initial plus rafe’s. he looks down at you, pressing another kiss to the side of your neck. “i love you, you know that?” he mumbles softly. you kiss his lips and nod, smiling. “i love you more.”

frat!gooner!rafe is weird and icky.

occasionally he’ll follow you into the bathroom at his place, crowding you from behind with his hands on your hips so you don’t shut the door in his face as he eases you into the room to do your business. you’re used to him, unbothered as ever as you innocently pull your panties down and pee in the toilet, the watchful boy stood before you with a wide stance in grey sweats and parted lips, staring at the little pudge of pubic meat that peeks from between your legs.

the sound of your tinkle fills the room as you swing your legs, looking up at him curiously. “cute… can hear how tight you are just from the sound…” he has no shame in the way he says it, looking down right at you as he stuffs his hands in his pockets. for something said in such a flirtatious way he sure was off putting at times. “you ever like… pee’d… pee’d on a dick while its fuckin’ you?” his voice is rasped, drawled, like he’s already horny at just the mere thought. you shake your head.

“only ever had sex with you, remember?” you blink dolly eyelashes up at him and he nods, fixing the backwards hat on his head.

“oh shit, yeah. aha…”

only later on he’s following you back into the bathroom to see what else you’ll get up to. it’s later in the evening, and you’ve headed to brush your teeth. when you’re minding your business, the tall fratboy looms over you and takes the toothbrush from your mouth, taking over for you.

he grasps your chin with his fingers, seemingly concentrated as he works the bristles over your teeth. it’s seemingly innocent at first and you even giggle, in which he responds with a distracted ‘hm’ with a smile. but rafe being rafe, he gets carried away fast— making sure to really scrub at your tongue until you’re grasping at his wrist with wide slightly panicked doe eyes and a furrowed brow, toothpaste frothing and drooling out your mouth at the corners as you gag on the plastic device.

“yeah… fuckin’ sexy even like that.” he mutters to himself, before he’s had enough of it and lets go, leaving you coughing and wiping your mouth, departing with a slap on your ass. “hurry up n’ come to bed already.”

he’s also the type to randomly start jerking off whilst the two of you are watching tv. it’s nothing special, you’re rewatching gossip girl and when rafe gets disinterested — he puts his hands down his basketball shorts, thumbing at his cock until it’s hard. he leans his head back, staring at the ceiling in a daze as he does so, and you only notice he’s doing it when he pulls it out, jerking it at its full stiffness.

“rafe!” you widen your eyes, startled. he licks his lips, completely unfazed by your reaction.

“what?” he has the audacity to sound mildly irritated by your surprise. “s’a very normal thing, alright?”

“you just caught me off guard.” you pout, head tilting in curiosity as you watch the way he works his fist over himself, unable to help yourself from mentally taking notes. he looks at you, chest rising and falling with slow deep breaths as he touches himself, and after a few seconds he speaks.

“well are you going to keep staring or do you wanna help me out here? this dick won’t suck itself, fucking unfortunately.”

you shuffle closer, huffing out your nose with a frown. “you know i’ll always help.” you argue at the insinuation and he presses his lips together in a smile, both arms now resting along the back of the couch as you lower yourself between his legs.

“thats why i like you sweetheart. me n’you are just the same, isn’t that right?”

stop bc u need to write frat rafe getting the girl he’s been plotting on drunk at one of his frat parties 😕 and then they fuck asf …. and reader lowkey hates him but just couldn’t control herself bc he’s so yummy 🐒

if ur comfy with it ofc mama <3333

frat ! rafe is so disgusting i want him in my guts ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹

c/w: MDNI , smut under cut , drinking , partying , greek life ? , f ! reader , weed , dub-con ( reader is a little high ) , bathroom sex , rafe is lowk creepy , mild mild choking

" c'mon , babe , one drink " rafe called after you walking away from him .

you'd just walked into the party with some of your sorority sisters , and rafe was already on your ass , determined to get into your pants tonight .

" leave me alone , rafe . just for tonight . " you turned and said to him , already dreaming about getting wasted and ignoring him .

" nah , not until you come do some shots with me . better yet , why dont i take some shots off of you ? y'ur top's short enough anyways " he smirked and let his eyes wander down to your showy outfit .

you wish you could lie and say you hadn't worn the shimmery skirt and black crop top for rafe , but you had .

rafe had been pining after you after sleeping his way through most of your sorority sisters . he first saw you at an alpha phi alpha party , and since then , your whole ' hard to get ' ploy was turning him on . you strided away from rafe as best as you could in the crowd , rafe hot on your ass , watching your hips sway . the two of you ended up in a room filled with smoke , around ten people sitting around passing two joints .

" c'mon babe , loosen up " rafe sat in one of the loveseats near his friends after dapping them up . rafe pulled you into his lap with two hands on your hips , and you fell into him with little resistance , holding back a smile .

rafe's friend passed him the joint after taking a puff , rafe taking one of his own , then instead of giving it to you , blew the smoke in your face . you coughed , swatting the smoke away from your face .

" the fuck , rafe ? " you squealed in his grinning face .

" my bad , princess , honest mistake . here , i'll try again " he said , taking another hit from the joint . this time , he gripped the nape of your neck , bringing your slightly agape mouth near his . rafe blew the smoke inside your mouth , pushing your jaw shut after .

you scoffed and plucked the joint from his hand , passing it to some random touron next to you .

" so when you gonna let me hit ? " rafe quips while you reach over , shamelessly checking out your ass .

" oh my god , rafe . you're actually fucking gross . you know you've slept with half the alpha delta chi sisters , right ? " you looked at him disgusted , not bothering to mention all the good rumors that had been spread about him among those girls .

" just proves i'm experienced , right " he laughed , trailing his hands dangerously close to the curve of your ass . no one else in the room paid any mind to you and rafe , no even on the couple who though they were discreet when fucking under the girl's skirt .

you decided to roll with rafe's antics for tonight , considering your friends had all found their own flavors for tonight , why not find yours ? so you started slowly grinding your pussy against rafe's jean clad lap . rafe's eyes travelled up your torso to your cleavage , then meeting your eyes deviously . you smirked slightly and pushed your hips back down against his again .

" stop fuckin' with me . " rafe gritted out , obviously getting turned on . you rolled your pelvis once more before rafe had both hands on yoru ass and stood the two of you up .

turning you towards the door , he walked you both out of the room and guided you through pushes against your ass . you giggled , feeling a little lightheaded from the couple puffs you were able to get from when you were in the room . rafe pushed open the door which led to a bathroom which was thankfully unoccupied . you giggled at the way rafe seemed so desperately aggressive to get to you . he spun you slightly so your hips were sandwiched in between his and the counter .

" y' know y'ur not fuckin' funny , right ? actin' like you don't want me to dick you down but teasin' me like that " you said while slithering a hand up your throat , slightly squeezing . your eyes met his in the mirror , and you tilted your head to push your lips to his . rafe used his hold on your throat to pull you closer to him , devouring your lips with his . his tongue clashed with you , and it was a messy battle for dominance , both of you slightly buzzed .

rafe's other hand slid below the waistband of your skirt , sliding along the top of your panties . he pushed his hand on your throat up to your jaw , forcing your head into an uncomfortable position . rafe slid his hand into your panties , two fingers running down your slit , collecting your wetness .

moaning , you took rafe's hand in both of yours , bringing your own arousal from his fingers into your mouth , holding eye contact with him .

" fuck " he groaned out . rafe brought his hand back down your skirt , opting to push one finger into you this time . he pumped it in and out of you slowly before adding another finger . you moaned with your eyes closed , raising your arms from behind you and wrapping them around rafe's neck .

rafe kissed from behind your ear down to your throat , still pumping his fingers into your pussy messily .

" good job , angel , takin ' it so fuckin' good " rafe mumbled behind your ear , not stopping his kisses .

" so close , rafe , so close " your moaned out , pushing your ass against rafe's hard on and grinding on his fingers .

rafe inched his thumb to apply some pressure on your clit , and you felt yourself tipping over the edge .

" cumming ! cumming , rafe ! " you moaned out , trying your best to hold onto rafe .

" yea , baby , cum for me . all over my fingers , make a mess , angel " he groaned into your ear , slowing his fingers when you loudly moaned and came on his hand .

your breathing was rapid as you pulled rafe back in to kiss you , and you felt rafe's hard on through his shorts .

" need help with that ? " you giggled .

Frat!Rafe

frat!boyfriend rafe head cannons

- frat!boyfriend rafe who always wears polo shirts, most of what his whole closet consisted of until you came in. but now polo shirts consist of about half of your own closet too, even have their own designated space, despite your efforts to get him to change it up a bit

- frat!boyfriend rafe who always loves to brag about your guys’ sex lived to the other guys like the little perverted fuck he is, loves seeing their reactions. “s’always on me man, beggin’ for my dick n shit 24/7. tellin’ ya right now.”

-frat!boyfriend rafe who, most of his time is now spent with you. drinking, smoking weed and doing cocaine with you always attached to his hip, showing off his cute lil innocent girlfriend. never lets you touch any of it

-frat!boyfriend rafe who takes you to parties, brags about you, gets a few drinks in you and soon enough you’re all over him, “damn sweetheart, s’all it takes huh? couple’a shots ‘nd a little bit of flashin’ you ‘round and you’re all needy?”

-frat!boyfriend rafe who always uses photos that you send in your skimpy little outfits to jerk off, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he stares at your pink pouty lips, glossed over, mini-skirt clinging to your hips and a peek of your pretty white thong showing. ends up making a mess over his own abs

-frat!boyfriend rafe who dials your number at nearly 2 am, voice breathy and raspy over the phone as he speaks to you, “shit baby, needt’a see that body in person. feel you wrapped ‘round my cock, huh?”

-frat!boyfriend rafe cameron who leaves you a mess, cum spilling out from your sopped hole, pooling on the bedsheets below your hips and effectively soiling them. not like he changes them often anyways

-frat!boyfriend rafe who makes sure all the other frat guys know you’re off limits, neck marked up as if you were a cheetah, little limp in your step. he walks down and stretches his limbs as if nothing, almost like he didn’t pound you into the mattress this early morning