✧.*audrey ༯

“𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩?”

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: stepbro!rafe and his friends “help” correct your form in the home gym

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: foursome, stepcest, dumb, bimbo!reader + being taken advantage of, male oral, come swallowing two times, meanish rafe, unprotected piv, cream pied, they’re weird,

𝐚/𝐧: atp I’m gonna make a kook!boys masterlist i have so much ideas for these three i’m sorry but they’re so hott also wc is 1.8k

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It was a slow summer morning when you were curled up in your blankets, bored out of your mind trying to think of anything to do.

Thats when you remembered Tannyhill has a home gym you still haven’t tried out in the two months of living here

You stretched, put on your cutest gym set, and headed outside to the gym shed with a smile on your face

Sliding the door open as you hummed to yourself Not realising rafe and his friends were scattered across the room

Letting out a frightened noise as a hand flew to your chest

“Oh my gosh you guys scared me!”

a couple of them chuckled

“Hey bunny” Rafe greets you with that teasing nickname he knows irritates you, keeping his eyes low as he continues his bicep curls

“What’s up” “Yo” Kelce and Topper follow with your name

You give the two of them a soft smile

“Uhm is it alright if i stay in here and workout? I won’t be a distraction”

“You sure about that?” one of them mutter quietly with a smirk you don’t hear making the others hold in their giggles

They can’t really focus on what you’re saying when you stand there with that cute little top and mini shorts that ride up every time you move

“No” rafe says but it also looks like he’s hiding a smirk underneath

“N-no?’ Are you serious?” A confused look spread across your face as you crossed your arms in bargain

He smirks

“‘M playing,”

You take a reluctant step forward

“C’mon” he insists

You exhale an annoyed puff through your nostrils and step back in, setting up your little spot in the corner as they start having a conversation you can’t hear with your headphones blasting music.

——

You’re five minutes into your workout when you get a weird feeling that you have eyes on you.

You’re about to hold a squat until you feel out of place

Am I doing something wrong?

Is my form slack?

You question yourself.

Well, not to worry you literally have three ‘gymbros’ surrounding you that must know what they’re doing…

You take off your headphones and pause the music.

“Hey can someone come check my form, please?”

“Yeah-I can” topper rushed to say first

“No no I’ll help” kelce added with a grin

They all scrambled and overlapped over each other’s words to accept your favour until Rafe spoke up, silencing everyone

“‘f Course we can , where do you wanna start?”

“Well can you just check my form, like is my back too arched, am i not low enough?”

The three of them gathered around, crossing their arms like they were actually going to help you.

“Go ahead,” Rafe came closer, a dangerous look on his face

You get into the stance and squat down.

They go quiet in admiration, one of them letting out a whistle you seem to miss, another muttering a low “damn”

It’s been five seconds now and you haven’t heard a single word

“Uhm s-so how’s this?”

“Perfect” Topper lets out quietly you don’t hear much

“Sorry?” You question

“Yeah-yeah it’s pretty good” kelce nods

“You know I can’t see quite well from this angle why don’t you try doing a 360, yeah?”Rafe suggests and you genuinely believe he’s this determined to help

“Okay but it might look silly, don’t laugh” you warn jokingly

Your trying to hold the squat while spinning around in a three sixty, which you surprisingly do successfully, letting out an exhale and standing back up

“Ok how was that do you guys have any tips?” You smile, scanning their faces, and for some reason they have a weird look, like they were starstruck

“Hmm”

The two other boys hummed as they waited for Rafe to answer that, since he’s the only one that can do whatever he wants to you

“Sorry, didn’t see. do another spin.” He demands

You groan in pure annoyance at your step brother

“Rafe!”

“‘M bad” he says sarcastically

But you do it again anyway.

Well, only half do it since he made you hold it when your back side was facing them

“W-why?” You softly pant

“Do you want our help or not?”

“Yeah…”

“Then shut that mouth ‘f yours and let us”

he teases, and making you roll your eyes as far back as possible that it hurts

“Shit, ya’ll seein this too?” Kelce let’s out

“I can’t tell if you mean it’s good or bad…” you reply

“Your back is too hunched, arch it.”

And when you do Rafe smirks, squatting down to get a better view,

The three boys quietly chuckle and make perverted gestures behind you

“Good…good-fuck” Topper practically drools

“Okay I can’t hold it much longer it’s too hard!”

They swore they could’ve nutted right then and there at your innocent choice of words, not knowing that they’d be repeating that sound in their dirty minds when they finally get the chance to jerk off

“Yeah, ‘s perfect now, you can let go”

You pant, hands on hips

“Thank you guys so much!”

“ of course Anytime” topper smiles

“I’m available whenever if you need more help” kelce winks playfully making you giggle

“Well, while we’re at it why don’t we just help you with the rest of your little workout huh?” Rafe suggested

“Really?” Your eyes lit up, and so do the other two boys realising they’ll get more time to perv on you

“Y’ lucky your not pissin me off too much today” he plays it off smoothly

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You get into the position of a exercise you’re always too conscious about

They all watched, like they were actually invested, well they were, just in something else…

Your form was actually perfect but they had different plans, why not play with you some more?

“Hmm” one of them mumbled

“I’ll be honest, it’s not the best”

You exhale disappointment

“Ugh, i knew it…”

“You’re just very stiff, your hips, maybe legs jus need t’ be stretched but we can definitely fix that” Rafe lied straight in your face as the other two tried not to laugh at how stupid, but smart the lie was

“Okay, just tell me what to do I need ta get this down”

“See if you can touch your toes without bending your knees, because-y’know it’ll give your legs a nice stretch” even him himself tried not to laugh at how straightforward it was,

But surprisingly, (not really surprising) you listened, you folded yourself in half

“Am I stretching good?”

They’re truly speechless, the way you look so fuckable right now is killing them and so is the aching twitching bulge in their pants.

“Well-shit you will be soon” one of them say as they all chuckle

“Can i stop I think stretched enough…”

“Never enough” someone mutters so quietly

“Just hold still” rafe commands, bending down behind you and wrapping his big hand around your knee, stretching your hamstrings even further

As you let out a yelp

“Jus’ helping” he mocks

“I can’t really see great” topper squats down, almost letting out a groan at the sight of being so close

You hold it for about another ten seconds until you just can’t

“P-please can i stop?”

Rafe taps the back of your knee, implying for you to stand back up

“Bad news bunny,” rafe says casually

“What?” You bite down on your lip

“ I think something has happened to your leg and we’re gonna need to take a closer look”

“How do you know? Do i need the doctor?”

“No it’s not that bad,Just let us handle it.”

You hesitantly nod as they grab the workout bench and adjust it

“K lay down”

You lay down on it as the three of them surround, standing dangerously close

“Alright, listen boys, so what I’m thinking is all she needs is to relive some tension around this area yeah?”

They agree and nod like dogs

“Specifically…here” Rafe grazed two fingers over your clothed clit, testing his limits,

the boys immediately catching onto his plan

“Yeah-definitely i see where you’re coming from” kelce nods

“A hundred percent” Topper added

——

“Are you s-sure this is help-helping?You cry out as rafe pushes his cock into you

Both Your arms stretched out, one hand stroking Toppers cock, other hand stroking Kelces while they played with your boobs

This was exactly what they needed.

“Ask one more time and I won’t be so gentle” Rafe replies,half joking

You bite your lip and nod in response

“Feel good?” Rafe asks as a hand comes down to rub your clit filling you with an overwhelming pleasure,

“Yeah, yes please don’t stop ray”

making your hands stop for more than ten seconds when they lightly slapped your wrist to imply that you’re not done

“Come on y/n” Topper mocks

“I’m-i’m sorry ” you giggle, smiling back and forth at the two of them, drool now slipping down your chin

“Let me repay you boys for helping me!”

You lean over to suck Kelce off for a good twenty seconds, still stroking topper as you do so

“Fuck, her mouth feels so fuckin good, wait till y’all get a try, where’d you learn to suck dick baby?!”

“Bet you guys could imagine what this tight little pussy feels like huh squeezing me so tight” Rafe growls

“Alright keep it down y’all now I’m getting FOMO” Topper jokes

“But fuck, this pretty little hand does more than enough” he adds

Kelce finishes in your mouth, his warm liquid spilling down your throat

“Yeeeah” he groans

You look up at him and giggle,

Switching to Topper, wrapping your lips around his length, your hand remaining wrapped around kelce

“You weren’t lying Kelce” he grins

“pretty little thing, working so hard to be a whore for us”

You moan at rafes words and the way he hits your sweet spot annoyingly amazing, the vibration of your moans forcing a groan out of Topper,

His seed spilling down your throat

Thats two down

rafe was all that was left, but he was certainly close

And so were you, the two other boys playing with your tits, rubbing your nipples as Rafe was eight inches inside you,

You were so overwhelmed in the best way possible

“I’m coming ray! Feels too good”

“That’s a good bunny, so proud”

He feels you come on his cock and that’s what sends him over the edge

“Fuck ‘m gonna come-where you want it bunny?”

“Inside, please please!”

He almost chuckles at your unexpected desperation,

He doesn’t need to be told twice, his warm seed paints your walls and it feels so comforting, you shiver

Summary: manhater!reader is down to tutor rafe if he takes her virginity after.

Warnings: NSFW (smut), virgin!reader, enemies with benefits?, power play, size kink, library sex, dubcon-ish tension, mean!rafe, light degradation, sexual tension, p in v

MLIST, part two

summary: you were forced into having the fraternity bros wash your car when your mother practically dragged you into it.

content: flirty frat boy!rafe, cat (rafe) & mouse (reader) dynamics

taglist: @rosetintmworld @rafesgreasycurtainbangs

It was just supposed to be a quick tour of your campus and your dormitory, a little drive around the area so your mom feels more familiar with the environment her own daughter have adapted to.

"Pretty close to the campus, right?" You smiled from the passenger seat as she drove out of the driveway of your rented dorm once she was satisfied enough with checking it out, "I can even wake up just a tad late and still be early."

A tender laugh escaped your mom, hands on the wheel and driving down the road you've gone through since the start of the semester, "Not so expensive too, huh?" She nodded in approval.

Only then did her eyes land on a certain event going on on the side of the street. "Oh look! A car wash!" She exclaimed cheerfully, the wheels of your car immediately redirecting to that certain part of the street, "Your old man will be so happy to know his car's washed up after that awful rain last night." She snorted, patting your hand.

The moment your eyes followed her gaze, your smile vanished from existence. "Mom, no!"

Because, sure, a clean car would be perfection in your dad's eyes. But a clean car due to the hands of frat boys and witnessing it happen from within the car sounds like a torture in hell for you.

warnings: stepcest, reader is bit of a bimbo, male masturbation, rafe is super pervy and kinda icky in this lol, name calling, handjob, messy kissing, oral (f. receiving), praise, mutual pining (?), dirty talk, pussy slapping, overstimulation, unprotected sex, rafe is a loser so premature ejaculation, marking, cock warming, multiple orgasms, creampie

wc: 2.0k

softdom!rafe being overprotective when bunny!reader helps Wheezie with boy problems…⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The ice cream parlour is just the right amount of busy, kids running around and teenagers mingling. You and Wheezie had pleaded for Rafe to take you here, and now, the two of you were giggling over gossip and ice cream flavours. He on the other hand, was slumped next to you on his phone, secretly enjoying your excitement, but overall a depressing spoil sport.

You’re sucking on your spoon, oblivious and happy. Wheezie had quietened, and you’d noticed the way she’d been staring at a rowdy table not far from yours. A small but loud group of boys, one in particular catching her gaze.

You furrow your brows curiously. you nudge her softly, smiling playfully.

“What’s his name?” you whisper teasingly, humoured by the way her cheeks flush at your annoyingly sharp insight. She sighs.

“Marcus.” in the quietest whisper.

“That’s cute!” you giggle, but she rolls her eyes at you.

“Who’s Marcus?” Rafe grumbles, suddenly interested in conversation.

Wheezie freezes, as do you, before you burst into little nervous giggles, winning you a sharp kick under the table from the very flushed girl. “Hey!” you yelp, but Rafe isn’t humoured. “Wheezie.” he commands, no room for defiance or distractions.

“A boy.” she huffs, avoiding eye contact.

“A boy that she’s gonna go speak to!” you plead, prodding her arm tauntingly, earning a small smile from her.

“Nobody’s speakin’ to no-one.” Rafe mutters, arms crossed as he leans against the table.

Wheezie sighs again, slumping in her seat, arms crossed and lips pouted. “He probably thinks i’m weird anyway.” she mumbles.

Rafe barks a laugh at that, serving him a spoon flying at his head from you. “Be nice.” you whine, but his smirk doesn’t falter, instead he raises his hands in a taunting, mocking surrender.

You roll your eyes, turning back to Wheez, gaze softening. “If he thinks you’re weird, then he’s the weird one.” your voice is soft, encouraging, at least it’s encouraging enough to send her in his direction. Rafe shoots you a look, it could’ve been disgust, but it also could’ve been silent admiration, either way, the boy looks star struck.

You squeal when she reaches his table, all tension dropping when the boy meets her with a friendly smile, stepping away from his friends to greet her. You sink into Rafe’s side, hugging his arm, all giggly and excited. “Isn’t that so cute!?”

“It’s disgusting.” he scoffs, but you choose to ignore his negativity, still all bubbly with anticipation and awe. He slips his arm around your waist, and despite his fake disinterest, you can see the way his eyes aren’t straying from that boys table, his jaw tightening when he notes the boy laughing, stepping too close for his liking.

You gasp, tapping Rafe when the two get closer, the boys hand landing on her arm as they laugh, you let out small squeals at the adorable innocence of it all. “Rafey-!”

“Hey, no touchin’!“ He shouts from across the parlour, sending a streak of silence to fall upon the once loud chatter and clinking of glasses. It’s the kind of silence that drags, the stares burning into the two of you but Rafe doesn’t seem to give a shit. You nearly die, never mind Wheezie, whose face turns from excitement to a horrified flush of red.

“Oh god.” you squeak.

The car ride home is silent, as one would imagine, but Rafe isn’t having it.

“No boys fuckin’ pervin on my little sister? Y’got that?”

In bed later that night, Rafe’s lay between your legs, watching Top Gun on his phone whilst you play with his hair. The atmosphere is cool with a sweet intimate breeze, but you can’t help but think of what happened.

“Don’t you think you went a little hard on Wheez?” you whisper, hands working gently in his sandy blonde hair.

He barely pays any mind, “She’ll live.” he grunts, eyes zeroed in on his phone.

“Yeah, but-“ you start, but he gives you no room to debate with him. He groans, closing his phone and turning to you, resting on his elbow. “Fine.” he snaps, but his gaze softens when he catches your expression, all mopey and soft.

He swipes a calloused hand over his face, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “I’ll make it up.” he mutters, eyes shut briefly as the words he speaks basically pain him.

You smile, sweet and satisfied, pulling him closer to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you Rafey!”

“Yeah yeah.” he scoffs in dismissal, but pulls you in anyway, kissing you with a deepness that makes you squeal and wriggle into him with little happy giggles.

recipes!

bf!Rafe x H2o reader

Cleo: guess what i’m cravinggg

you: a wheatgrass smoothie ofc

Cleo: meet there in 10? 🤭

you: kk! 😽

Junior Year, Early September

The bass from inside the Delta Kappa house was already rattling the windows when you climbed the front steps with your girls. The first big party of the year, and the campus was buzzing. Everyone had been talking about it for weeks.

Too bad it was supposed to be invite-only.

Your best friend waved her phone in the air, showing the official text invite she’d gotten from one of the brothers. “See? We’re good.”

You rolled your eyes but followed anyway. You weren’t technically invited, but the rest of your group was, and you weren’t about to sit in your dorm while everyone else had fun. Especially not when the entire frat seemed to have decided you were their new favorite girl on campus.

The door swung open before you even knocked.

Rafe Cameron stood there in all his arrogant glory—tall, broad, wearing a backward cap and a tight black t-shirt that showed exactly how much time he spent in the gym. As president, he was in charge tonight, and his expression made it very clear he was already over it.

His eyes landed on you immediately.

“No,” he said flatly, blocking the doorway with his arm.

Your friends froze behind you.

“Excuse me?” you snapped, crossing your arms.

Rafe’s jaw ticked. “This is invite-only. Your girls can come in. You can’t.”

The girls behind you started protesting, but you stepped forward, staring him down. You didn’t even know this guy personally, but you’d heard plenty. Rafe Cameron: rich, controlling, and apparently allergic to anyone telling him what to do.

“That’s funny,” you said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Because half your frat has been begging me to come tonight. But sure, keep acting like you’re the bouncer at some exclusive club.”

Rafe’s eyes narrowed. “I am the fucking president. My house, my rules. And I don’t want you here.”

The way he said it—so cold and final—made your blood boil.

You laughed in disbelief. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough,” he shot back. “You’re loud, you’re dramatic, and you cause problems everywhere you go. Last year you got two different guys kicked out of parties for fighting over you. I’m not dealing with that shit in my house on night one.”

Your mouth fell open. “Are you serious right now? I didn’t ask them to fight. That’s not my problem.”

“Yeah? Well it becomes my problem when it happens here.” He leaned in slightly, voice low and sharp. “Turn around and go find another party. You’re not getting in.”

Your friends were whispering nervously behind you, but you refused to back down. You stepped even closer, practically chest to chest with him.

“Make me.”

The air between you crackled with pure hostility. Rafe looked like he wanted to physically pick you up and toss you off the porch. You looked like you wanted to slap that smug expression off his face.

For a long second, the two of you just glared at each other—two people who couldn’t stand the sight of one another.

Then one of the brothers appeared behind Rafe, grinning. “Come on, man. Let her in. She’s fucking hot and the whole house wants her here.”

Rafe’s head snapped toward him. “I don’t give a fuck what the house wants.”

But the brother just shrugged and waved you and your friends through anyway, forcing Rafe to drop his arm. You brushed past him with a victorious smirk, shoulder checking him lightly on the way in.

“Enjoy the party, President,” you said sweetly over your shoulder.

Rafe muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like “fucking nightmare.”

That night you argued three more times—once over the beer pong table, once when he tried to kick you out for dancing on the kitchen counter, and once when he caught you telling one of his brothers to fuck off after a bad pickup line.

By the end of the night, the entire frat was convinced you two hated each other more than any exes going through a divorce.

And yet… you were invited to every single party after that.

Against Rafe Cameron’s very loud, very stubborn will.

Okay guys I finally did it are you proud? Another Rafe Cameron series! This is based on the frat rafe blurbs i did a few days (or idk time) ago. their getting together, and guys there will be smut!!

pov. your ex boyfriend rafe finds out you’re on a date with a new guy… of course rafe being rafe, he shows up.

notes. hes so hot. okay hi hello pls read warnings before u read. ok thank u. ok bye. ok bye fr…noo stoop u go first, ooommg fineee ill go first

content warnings. ⸝⸝ manhandling, car sex, cussing, angry rafe, hate sex, angry sex, no proof read, arguing during sex, idk more they just argue, toxic, crazy ex, possibly cnc(?), rafe calls you a bitch, really rough sex

you know you’re in deep shit when rafe finds out you did shit he doesn’t like, so when your friends ratted you out that you were having fun with another guy at the beach.. he shows up.

he doesn’t let you know he knows though because you’ll avoid him.

“today was great, thank you for taking me out.” you smile, your hair blowing around in the wind. the man smiles, and nods. “of course.” the man replies. you smile at him and sigh. “well… i should get going, text me tomorrow okay?” you tell him, the man nodded and you both went different directions.

when getting to your car, you drop your keys on the ground accidentally. you bend over to get it, and head to your car door. while clicking the button to unlock your car, you hear footsteps behind you, and suddenly your back is being slammed against the car door.

you scream and his hand covers your mouth. “who the fuck were you just with?” he asks, your eyes looking up and meeting his. “none of your fucking business.” you bark back, your voice vibrating against his hands. he scoffs. “oh yeah? none of my business?” he asks.

“yeah.” you reply. “it is, when i’m fucking you every night you want me.” he replied, frustrated growls in his voice. you tried but you failed to control the eye roll you just gave him, he clocked it immediately. “what if i want better dick?” you said but you obviously didn’t mean it, he was amazing.

he scoffs. “all of this is about you wantin’ dick?” he questioned, his brows in a tight scowl. he then roughly moves you to the back seat door, opening it and undoing his belt quickly.

“fuckin’ slut wanted dick all along? unbelievable.” he comments, working his clothes off his body while throwing you roughly in the backseat. he gets in, closing the door behind him. “you’re such a fucking bitch sometimes,” he growled, grabbing your wrists when you tried to push him away.

“says the asshole who can’t keep his dick in his pants for five minutes,” you snapped back, voice dripping with attitude. you glared at him even as heat pooled between your legs. “get off me, rafe. i’m not in the mood for your shit tonight.” you say, you were obviously lying and he knew it. “yeah? that why your nipples are so fucking hard?” he smirked, yanking your top up roughly. you squirmed underneath him, bratty as ever.

“don’t touch me,” you hissed, even though you lifted your arms so he could pull the shirt over your head. “you think you can just drag me into my own backseat and i’ll spread my legs? you’re so fucking delusional.” you barked out. rafe laughed darkly, hands already working on your shorts, tugging them down your thighs along with your panties in one aggressive pull. “keep running that pretty mouth, baby. we both know you’re soaked right now.” he teased.

you kicked half heartedly as he stripped you, but the confined space made it useless. “fuck you. i hate you.” you say. “good,” he muttered in response, shoving your thighs apart. “i hate you too.”

he freed himself from his pants, thick and angry-hard, and pushed inside you in one brutal thrust. you gasped sharply, nails digging into his shoulders as he stretched you open. “shit—slow down, you dick,” you whined, still trying to sound bratty even while your walls clenched around him.

rafe gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him while he started fucking you hard, the car rocking with every angry snap of his hips. “shut the fuck up,” he growled against your lips. “you love this. love when i fuck the attitude right out of you.” he taunted. you moaned loudly despite yourself, legs wrapping around his waist as he pounded into you. “i still hate you,” you breathed, voice breaking with every thrust.

“yeah?” he smirked, slamming deeper. “say it again while you’re coming all over my cock.” he tells you, but you don’t. rafe gripped your jaw tighter, grabbing your attention. his hips snapping forward relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping filling the cramped backseat. “say it again then,” he taunted, voice low and mean. “tell me how much you fucking hate me while your pussy’s gripping me like a slut.” he says.

you tried to keep your bratty glare, even as your eyes fluttered and another moan slipped out. “i do hate you,” you spat, breath hitching hard with every deep thrust. “you’re such a toxic asshole, rafe. think you can just—fuck—use me whenever you want?” you say while slurring on your words.

he laughed breathlessly, pounding into you harder, the car shaking. one hand slid down to grip your thigh roughly, spreading you wider.

“yeah? keep talking shit, bitch. we both know you live for this dick. acting all high and mighty but you’re creaming all over me already.” he said.

you bit your lip, trying to stay defiant, but your voice cracked as he hit that spot inside you repeatedly. “shut up— you’re not even that good,” you lied, nails digging into his back. “i’ve had better. you’re just… fuck— rafe, slow down!”

he doesn’t. “bullshit,” he growled, slamming into you even rougher, making your head bump lightly against the door. “you’re struggling so fucking bad right now. can’t even keep up with me, can you? poor little brat’s getting fucked stupid.” he coos mockingly.

you whined loudly, legs trembling around his waist as you tried to match his pace but failed miserably. “i hate you so much,” you gasped, voice shaky and far less confident now. “you’re such a— ahh— fucking dickhead. think you’re so hot just because you have a big cock.” you say. rafe smirked down at you, sweat dripping from his forehead as he drove into you without mercy.

“keep lying to yourself, baby. your pussy’s fluttering like crazy. bet you’re gonna cum all over the guy you ‘hate’ any second now.” he responds with a laugh. “no i’m not,” you shot back weakly, trying to sound bratty but sounding desperate instead.

your body betrayed you completely, back arching as you clenched hard around him. “fuck you, rafe. i’m not— i’m not gonna…” you stammer, jaw going slack. “yeah you are,” he groaned, leaning down to bite your neck. “cum for me like the needy little whore you are. prove how much you hate me while you soak the backseat.” he taunts.

rafe kept fucking you hard, the car rocking violently with every brutal thrust. you were a moaning mess underneath him but still clinging to that bratty attitude, even as your voice shook. “is that all you got?” you sneered, trying to sound cocky despite how full you felt. “calling this a dick? it’s so fucking little, rafe. pathetic.”

he paused mid thrust, his eyes narrowing. “the fuck did you just say?”

you smirked up at him, breathing heavy, sweat sticking to your skin. “you heard me. your dick is little. the guy i was on a date with earlier? way bigger than you. he actually knows how to fuck a girl properly.” you tease. you didn’t fuck him, but he doesn’t know that.

rafe’s grip on your hips turned bruising as he slammed into you harder, almost punishingly. “you lyin’ little bitch,” he growled, pounding you so deep the car creaked. “keep talking shit. i know you’re full of it.” he responds. “am i?” you gasped, legs shaking around him as you fought to stay defiant. “he stretched me better than this. you’re barely hitting anything, rafe. sad little cock— fuck— can’t even make me cum.”

that set him off.

he grabbed your throat, not tight enough to hurt but enough to shut you up for a second, and started railing you mercilessly, hips snapping fast and rough. “keep moaning about his bigger dick while you’re creaming all over mine, you fuckin’ whore,” he snarled. “this ‘little’ cock is the one ruinin you right now.” he barks out

you tried to laugh mockingly but it came out as a broken whimper, your walls fluttering hard around him. “still… little,” you managed weakly, voice cracking as your orgasm built against your will. “he fucked me deeper… made me cum twice before you even—” rafe cut you off by slamming into you particularly hard, grinding against your clit with every thrust. “then why the fuck are you about to cum so hard on me, huh? say his name again. i dare you.” he warns.

your bratty act finally crumbled as the pleasure overwhelmed you. “rafe— fuck— i’m—” you cried out, body locking up as you came hard, soaking his cock and the backseat, thighs trembling violently around him. “that’s what i thought,” he groaned, hips stuttering. he laughs softly. “tight little pussy doesn’t lie.”

he fucked you through your orgasm before burying himself deep and cumming with a low, angry groan, filling you up in thick, hot spurts. his body tensed over yours, hips jerking as he drained himself completely inside you. you both panted heavily in the steamy car, his cock still twitching inside you as he stayed buried deep, glaring down at your flushed, fucked-out face.

“still gonna tell me his dick was bigger?” he muttered, smirking. “yeah..” you say, and he rolls his eyes.

you both panted hard in the steamy backseat, bodies slick with sweat. rafe was still buried inside you, his cock softening slightly as he tried to catch his breath. you smirked up at him weakly, even though your legs were still shaking.

he thought the dialogue was over but you weren’t done messing with him. “that all you got, cameron?” you breathed out, voice hoarse but still full of attitude. “came so fast like a little bitch. told you your dick is pathetic. my date from earlier would’ve lasted way longer.” you sigh.

rafe’s eyes darkened as he stared down at you. “watch your fucking mouth,” he warned, voice low and dangerous. “i just fucked you stupid and you’re still running it?” he mentions. you let out a weak, bratty laugh, clenching around his cock on purpose. “or what? gonna cry because i said your dick is little again? newsflash, rafe — it is. he was thicker and longer. made me cum so much harder than your sad little thrusts ever could.” you tease, digging your own grave.

that was it for him.

rafe pulled out of you suddenly, making you whine at the emptiness, only to flip you over roughly onto your stomach. he pushed your face against the leather seat and slammed back into you in one brutal thrust.

“you never fucking learn, do you?” he growled, starting to fuck you hard again, hips snapping against your ass. you gasped sharply, fingers scrambling against the seat. “rafe— fuck— wait—”

“nah, you wanted to keep talking shit,” he snarled, pounding into you mercilessly. “so keep talking. tell me again how much bigger his dick was while i’m balls deep in this sloppy pussy.” he says while you tried to keep up the attitude but the overstimulation hit you fast. tears started spilling down your cheeks as he railed you without mercy, his cock hitting so deep it made your toes curl.

“i— i still hate you,” you sobbed, voice breaking pathetically. “you’re still… little—” you couldn’t talk. rafe laughed darkly, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back so he could see your tear-streaked face. “aww, look at you,” he mocked, hips never slowing. “crying already? where’s all that big talk now, princess? thought you were such a tough brat. now you’re sobbing on my ‘little’ cock like a helpless whore.”

you whimpered loudly, fresh tears rolling down your face as another orgasm built against your will. “rafe… too much—” you gasp. “too much?” he taunted, slamming into you even harder. “cry harder, baby. this is what you get for running that fucking mouth. gonna keep fucking you until the only thing you can say is sorry.” he said.

rafe yanked your hair harder, forcing your back to arch as he railed you from behind, his hips slamming against your ass with zero mercy. “still crying like a fucking baby,” he laughed cruelly, voice dripping with contempt. “look at you. big tough brat in the front, sobbing all over my cock in the back. pathetic.” he says.

you choked on a sob, tears streaming down your face and soaking the leather seat, but you refused to break completely.

“i’m not— fuck— i’m not saying sorry,” you gasped out, voice shaky and wrecked. “you’re still a piece of shit, rafe. still have a little dick—” mid sentence he slapped your ass hard, the sound cracking through the car, then gripped your hips bruisingly as he fucked you even deeper.

“oh you’re not sorry?” he mocked, leaning over you so his chest pressed against your back, his breath hot against your ear. “good. i don’t want your fake apology anyway. i want you to cry harder while i ruin this sloppy cunt.” he said.

you whimpered loudly, fresh tears spilling as the overstimulation made your whole body shake. “rafe— it hurts—” he didn’t even give you a chance to speak to him. “shut the fuck up,” he growled, pounding into you faster.

“you don’t get to whine after talking all that shit about your date’s bigger dick. you don’t get to cry and act innocent now. this is what you fucking deserve.” he responds, he reached around and slapped your clit lightly, making you jolt and sob louder.

“go on then,” he taunted, voice mean and low. “tell me again how much bigger he is. tell me while you’re leaking all over my ‘little’ cock and crying like a bitch. i love watching you fall apart and still refuse to say sorry.”

“i won’t,” you cried, stubborn even as your voice cracked and broke. “i’m not sorry— i hate you— you’re such a fucking asshole—” you continue to say, which made him laugh, slamming into you so hard the whole car shook. “that’s my girl. keep crying and keep lying. makes me want to fuck you even meaner.” he stated.

rafe kept pounding into you relentlessly from behind, his cock driving deep with every angry thrust while you sobbed into the seat. “still not sorry?” he growled, yanking your hair harder. “cry all you want, princess. i’m not stopping until this pussy gives out.” he says to you.

your body was shaking uncontrollably, thighs soaked, tears pouring down your face. the pleasure was too much, building fast and violent despite how mean he was being. “rafe— fuck— i can’t—” you choked out between sobs, still trying to hold onto your attitude. “i’m not saying sorry… you’re still a dick—” you say, laughing a bit.

he laughed, slapping your ass again as he railed you even harder. “yeah? then cum for me, you stubborn little whore. cum all over the ‘little dick’ you hate so much.” he tells you.

your walls clenched hard around him, the pressure snapping. you came violently, crying out loud as your orgasm crashed through you. your whole body tensed and trembled, pussy gushing around his cock while fresh tears streamed down your cheeks.

“ohhh fuck— rafe—” you sobbed, voice completely broken as waves of pleasure ripped through you. your legs shook wildly, back arching, unable to control the way you spasmed and leaked all over him. rafe didn’t slow down for a second, fucking you straight through your orgasm with a mean smirk on his face. “that’s fucking pathetic,” he mocked, voice dripping with satisfaction.

“look at you crying and creaming all over me while you still refuse to apologize. such a stubborn little brat. your pussy is honest even if your mouth isn’t.” he told you.

pov. the loser nerd that hasn’t lost their virginity but decides for their bucket list; they want to lose their virginity. at a party, they come up to the popular frat boy and begs them to take their virginity.

notes. when i made this plot idea post, i didn’t have anybody in mind… but rereading it, i couldn’t help but think rafe is perfect for this plot.. ok enjoy

content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, rough sex, blindfolds, dirty talk, eating cake off of body, explicit language, no proof read cause idgaf, thumb in mouth, finger sucking, chill and kinky dom leon, teasing, big dick rafe, penetration

your nose’s home is books, you could smell the scent of a fresh book being open from miles away, you never fail tests, and always turn in projects on time. there’s nothing wrong with being smart, but god being so smart means you have no time for a sex life even if you wanted it.

twenty somethin’ years old and you’ve never seen a cock in real life besides that one time where they brought out a penis in your middle school sex education class. you’re too shy to even sneak a look at the print through a man’s pants, too shy to even stand next to a man.

just your shoulders brushing against a man makes you want to throw up from your nerves being unstable. you’re positive you’ll die a virgin at this point.

but graduation is coming up, and your bucket list that you created in freshman year of college needs to be finished. the only thing that hasn’t been done is having sex, it didn’t matter how you did it. just have some physical contact that’s sexual with someone that isn’t your fingers.

a party would be your best bet, somewhere nobody knows you, all you needed was fake confidence and you’d fit perfectly in to the crowd.

but when you got there, it was so clear you’ve never been to a party in your life. you asked questions on what they were drinking, why they were drinking, and what do people normally do at a party. you were embarrassing yourself but you were curious.

you were lost at this party, not physically but emotionally. a lot of stuff was going on all at once, people grinding on each other, smoking, drinking, fighting.

focus. virginity. right. your eyes look around the room, eyes finally locking on a tall man. he was text book description of a frat boy, maybe he’d be the perfect guy for a quick fuck? you sigh and muster up courage, walking over to the man.

once you get there, you freeze. his eyes looking at yours, he looked confused. “have you lost your virginity?” you ask out loud, but he doesn’t seem shocked by the delivery of your question. “why do you wanna know?” he replied dryly, bringing his red solo cup up to his lips. “can you take mine?” you ask.

he paused, the rim of the cup brushing against his lips before he put it down. “what?” he said to her, he wasn’t sure if he heard her correctly. “can you fuck me? can we please have sex?” you explain, your sentences rushed out and you end it with a sigh. “wow, you don’t waste time.” he sarcastically said, placing his cup on the kitchen counter.

you tilt your head. “okay. so? yes?” you question. he looks stuck as if he’s trying to figure you out but you only become more confusing for him. his tongue presses against his inner cheek. “maybe. maybe not. why’s it matter?” he asks. “uh.” you stammer, your hand going to itch the back of your neck.

he waits for an answer but you didn’t have an answer. “uh, i don’t know, i’m sorry—i’m wasting your time.” you continue, turning to walk away. he laughed under his breath. “you come up, ask the weirdest question I’ve heard all month, and you’re embarrassed?” he questions as he shook his head.

“that’s rich.” he stated before speaking up again. “you want me to fuck you for fun? or what?” he asked bluntly, you freeze and your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

it wasn’t because he said it out loud but because he read your mind completely.

you turn to him and think to yourself. for fun? that sounds confident. “yeah…for fun.” you reply, a soft smile spreading against your lips. he looks at your smile and back up at your eyes, he doesn’t smile back, but he nods slowly like he was processing what you said.

the conversation went quiet, but your smile stayed put during it. he leaned in a bit. “come here.” he told you, curling his finger to signal you to come closer. you do what you’re told and his lips to get next to your ear. “you think you can handle seven inches for your first time?” he asks, his eyes looking into yours like he’s genuinely curious.

your smile faded immediately hearing that. they get that big? “what?” you ask, but he doesn’t react. “seven inches” he repeats. “inside you.” he adds, his eyes watching your face to see how you’d react. “think you could take it?” he asks, his tone dripping in tease.

your jaw drops a bit, staring into his eyes. he lazily smiles and looks down at your lips. “i don’t believe you.” you shot back, smiling now. he chuckles, clearly taking your doubt as a joke. that was hot. he was confident in his size and found it humorous when doubted because he’s always told it’s so big.

"don't believe me?" he echoed, eyes still locked on hers. a slow smile appeared on his face. "guess there's only one way to find out, huh?"

rafe’s hard cock sprung out his boxers like a sling shot being pulled back and your jaw drops. he was huge. thick. and hard. your eyes look up at his, and his eyes meet yours after a couple seconds, he slightly smiles proudly. “you wanna touch it?” he taunts. “can i? or- should i?” you stammer.

he laughs and leans over to the nightstand, grabbing the condom and dropping it in your hands.

you couldn’t help but feel shy, it felt wrong to even look down at his dick, regardless if he wanted you to see it. he wasn’t shy, he was literally flaunting his size and teasing you. you swallow your spit nervously.

“what- uh. what do i do with this?” you ask, looking up at him. “put it on.” he answers simply, but it didn’t answer much of your questions. “have you never put a condom on a banana?” he questioned, curious on how inexperienced you truly were.

you roll your eyes, and he delivers a soft slap from the tip of his fingers on your cheek—it was all he could reach while he was standing up. “what was that for?” you asked, holding your cheek even though it didn’t hurt. you are just dramatic. “that’s for thinkin’ you can roll your eyes at me. try it again and it won’t be so gentle.” he states.

you sit there, completely dumbfounded. he grabs the condom wrapper out your hands, opening it and demonstrating how it’s supposed to go on just by putting it over the tip of his dick. “pull it down.” he tells you, holding the condom on his dick before you took over. you slide it down his dick, brows furrowing.

the condom looked like it was struggling to even stretch over his dick, like it was cutting of circulation. when it finally stretched to the start of his dick, he looked down at you.

“easy, yeah?” he asks and you nodded, your eyes were staring at his dick, overly examining it. he watched you stare, wondering on why you were doing so in his head. eventually, his hand grabbed your face, lifting it up to see your eyes. “rough or soft?” he asks.

you lift a brow. “what?” you ask, and he rolls his eyes. “you can’t hear or something?” he asks you, which you didn’t reply to. “you want me to fuck you rough or soft?” he repeats, clapping his hands together roughly and hard to show you rough, then slow and lazy with soft.

a smile spreads. “rough.” you tell him and his brow lifts, part of him didn’t think he even heard you right. “rough?” he echoes. “you sure that’s what you want?” he asks, but you nod before he could even finish.

he nods back at you, pulling his shirt over his head and picking you up effortlessly. he moves the both of you to the end of the bed, a place where he could have more space to do whatever to you. “take your clothes off.” he said but you stayed put. “take them off for me.” you reply and he smirks.

a glint of mischief in his eyes glows. “you think you can order me around?” he replies, amusement lacing his voice. he steps closer, his presence overwhelming as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. “not how this works.” he pulls back slightly, locking eyes with you, a challenge present in his gaze.

with a swift motion, he grabs your shirt, lifting it over your head in one smooth move, leaving you exposed. he tosses it aside, and his eyes trail down your body, taking in every inch as a satisfied grin spreads across his face.

“let’s get these off too,” he says, moving to your pants. he kneels in front of you, fingers deftly working on the button and zipper, glancing up at you as he slowly pulls them down, savoring the moment.

as he removes your pants, he leans in closer, whispering, “you’re gonna love this.” he finishes the task, leaving you bare before him, a mix of excitement and nervousness hanging in the air. rafe straightens up, his gaze intense, filled with a dark satisfaction as he takes in the result of his handiwork.

you were quiet, but the need in your eyes lit up. he shifted between your legs, pushing your thighs wider apart with his knees. his free hand wrapped around his cock, thick and heavy, and he slowly dragged the swollen tip through your folds.

your jaw drops, looking down. “are you ready?” he asked, his eyes watching yours. you nod and he smiled, teasing the thick head up and down your entrance, pressing just slightly against your tight hole before pulling back again. “such a smart girl.” he comments, looking around your dorm room with books that he had no idea existed.

he leaned down, his chest brushing your tits, making you feel even smaller. the weight of him, the heat of his body, it was overwhelming.

he nudged the tip against your entrance again, this time pushing in just a little, barely the head, stretching you open before he stopped. you whimpered, trying to roll your hips for more, but he held you still with his hips. “uh uh.” he scolded softly, lips brushing your ear. “you don’t get it yet. not until I say so.” he said.

you pout and he kisses it off your lips. he rocked his hips in shallow little movements, letting just the fat tip slide in and out, teasing you. every time you thought he’d finally push deeper, he pulled back again, leaving you clenching around nothing.

“doin’ so good.” he muttered, voice husky. he pressed in a little deeper this time, still not even half, and groaned at how tightly you gripped him. “fuck. that’s it. keep squeezing around my cock like that.” his hand slid down to grip your hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he continued the slow, torturous teasing. “does that feel good?” you ask, your sentence interrupted by your own moan.

he nods, looking into your eyes. “beg for it,” he said against your neck, biting down gently. “tell me how bad you want the rest.” he tells you. for a second, you thought it was a joke. beg?

but you do so anyway. “please rafe, please.” you cry out, brows furrowed. “sound so pretty,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. “say it again.” he whispers. you swallowed hard, cheeks burning. “please, rafe… please.” you whimper.

he groaned softly, clearly enjoying how desperate you sounded. he pressed the fat tip against your entrance again, this time pushing in just a little further, enough to stretch you open but still nowhere near enough. “you’re so tight,” he rasped, eyes locked on your face. “Begging like a good little nerd… all polite and pathetic for my cock.” he taunts. “nerd?” you echo, lifting a brow.

he smiled, pausing. “you’re such a nerd.” he echoes, looking around the environment. “no, i’m not. i’m just smarter than you…which to be fair isn’t hard.” you reply. he laughs, looking at you in your eyes. “say it again” he tells you.

when you start the sentence, he rocked his hips in shallow thrusts, fucking just the head in and out of you, teasing mercilessly. you choke on your sentence, gasping. “what was that?” he teased.

you tried to push up to take more, he pulled back, keeping full control. you shook your head, dismissing his ask. he laughed in your face, loving the fact you shut up and took it. “you want me deeper?” he asked, voice rough as he looked down between your bodies, watching how his thick cock stretched your tiny pussy. “you think this little pussy can even handle all of me?” he teased.

you nodded quickly, breathing fast. “please. i want it. please, rafe.” you beg. he smirked, clearly satisfied. it was crazy to him that he broke you down so easily— but again. you’re a virgin. anybody can do that. one of his big hands slid down to grip your thigh, spreading you even wider as he finally started pushing in deeper. he kept it slow, thick, and relentless.

“that’s it,” he groans, his voice low. “keep begging and i might give you every inch.” he taunted.

rafe watched your face closely as you kept whimpering those soft little pleases, and something in him snapped. “fuck” he muttered. he gripped your hip with one hand, the other still pinning your wrists above your head, and slowly pushed forward. his thick cock sank into you inch by inch, stretching your tight pussy open wide. you gasped sharply, back arching off the bed as he kept going, relentless, until his hips finally pressed flush against yours, every single inch buried deep inside you.

you gasp for air, his dick was way too big. “shit…” he groaned, low and rough. “look at that. such a tiny little nerd pussy taking all of me. didn’t think you could handle it, baby.” he said.

you were so full it almost hurt, the size difference between you two making it even more intense. he was so much bigger, his broad body completely covering yours, hips settled heavy between your spread thighs. rafe leaned down closer, lips brushing your ear as he stayed buried to the hilt, grinding slow and deep.

your legs shake, your moans gaining volume. “fuck.” he mutters. he pulled back just a little, then slammed back in hard, making you moan loudly. his pace started picking up, deep and possessive strokes that had your smaller body jolting underneath him with every thrust.

“you feel that?” he said against your neck. “feel how deep i am? no one else is ever gonna stretch you out like this.” he teased, but it was true. he let go of your wrists so he could grab both your thighs, pushing them wider apart as he fucked you harder, his heavy balls slapping against you with every thrust.

“beg some more,” he rasped, voice dark. “tell me how good it feels getting ruined by my cock.” he tells you, but you couldn’t, all you could do is moan.

rafe kept his thick cock buried deep inside you, grinding slow and heavy, when he suddenly grabbed the back of your thighs and pushed your legs up. he folded you easily, pressing your knees toward your chest until your legs rested over his broad shoulders. the new angle made him sink even deeper, as you let out a broken moan.

“there we go,” he murmured, voice low and dark. “look at you… all folded up for me like a little toy.” he mocks. he started thrusting again, deep and rough strokes that made your tits bounce with every move. it felt too good. overwhelming. your eyes started watering, tears slipping down your cheeks as your mouth fell open in silent cries.

rafe noticed immediately. a smug smirk spread across his face. “aww, are you crying already?” he cooed mockingly, still pounding into you. “poor little nerd can’t handle how deep i’m fucking her?” he taunts. one of his big hands slid up and wrapped around your throat, fingers pressing just enough to make your head spin while he kept thrusting. his other hand fisted into your hair, yanking your head back against the pillow so you had no choice but to look up at him.

tears kept falling faster now, soft sobs mixing with your moans as he hit that spot inside you over and over.

“fuck, you’re so pathetic like this,” he laughed lowly, tightening his grip on your neck just a little more. “crying because my cock feels too good? keep those tears coming, baby. they look real pretty on that smart little face.” he said. your pussy throbs at the way he’s talking to you. who would’ve known that the nerdy girl liked being talked to like this?

he pulled your hair harder, using it as leverage to fuck you even deeper, hips slamming against your ass with every rough thrust. your legs shook over his shoulders, body trembling underneath his much larger frame.

“that’s it… cry for me while i ruin this tight pussy,” he growled, eyes locked on your tear streaked face.

rafe kept your legs pinned high over his shoulders, fucking you deep and steady while his hand stayed wrapped around your throat. your tears were still falling, soft sobs slipping out every time he bottomed out inside you.

“i’m— rafe— i’m gonna—” you whimpered, voice breaking and cracking, your moans interrupting you. but he knew what you were saying. “yeah? you’re gonna cum already?” he mocked, smirking down at your tear streaked face. “go ahead then, nerd. cum all over my cock.” he says.

your whole body tensed hard as the orgasm slammed into you. your pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around his thick length, soaking the condom with slick, warm cum. you cried out sharply, legs shaking violently over his shoulders as you came hard, tears pouring down your cheeks.

rafe groaned at the feeling, watching your face the entire time. “fuck… that’s it. look at you making such a mess,” he laughed lowly, still thrusting through your orgasm. “crying and cumming like a little slut for me.” he coos.

before you could even catch your breath, he pulled out of you, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. in one smooth, strong motion he flipped you over onto your stomach. he grabbed your hips and put your ass up high, pushing your face down into the pillow.

face down, ass up. exactly how he wanted you. “good girl,” he growled, slapping your ass before lining his thick cock up again. he pushed back inside you in one rough thrust, burying himself balls deep in your still-spasming pussy. “now stay just like this,” he ordered, one hand fisting tightly in your hair while the other gripped your hip, pulling you back onto his cock. “ass up for me while i keep fucking you stupid.” he laughed.

rafe fucked into you from behind, gripping your hips tight as he buried his thick cock back inside your soaked pussy. the new position had your ass high in the air and your face pressed into the pillow. “fuck, this ass looks so good up like this,” he groaned, starting to thrust rough and deep. every stroke was heavy, his hips smacking against you loudly.

he leaned over your back, one hand sliding up to grip the back of your neck, pinning you down harder while the other kept your hips pulled back onto his cock. “you like getting fucked like a little slut?” he asked, voice low and filthy against your ear. “tell me.” he teases.

you could barely think straight, the pleasure hitting you so hard your voice came out in high-pitched squeals mixed with moans. “yes— yes, yes!” you squealed, voice cracking as he pounded into you. “yes, rafe— yes!” your squeals got louder and more desperate with every rough thrust, your smaller body jolting forward each time he drove deep. tears were still leaking from your eyes, soaking the pillow underneath your face.

rafe laughs, tightening his grip on your neck as he kept fucking you mercilessly. “that’s right. keep yelling for me, nerd. let me hear how stupid my cock makes you.” he says. he slapped your ass hard, then gripped both cheeks, spreading you open wider so he could watch his thick length disappear inside you over and over.

“again,” he demanded, voice rough. “tell me who this pussy belongs to while you scream.” he says.

rafe kept pounding into you from behind, his hips slamming against your ass with every rough thrust. your face was buried in the pillow, back arched deep, ass held high for him while he gripped your neck and hair. “say my name,” he growled, yanking your head back by your hair.

“loud.” he said, making sure you knew. “rafe—” you squealed, voice breaking as he drove even deeper. “raf— rafe—!” he smiled, hearing that.

every thrust pulled another desperate squeal out of you. your smaller body was shaking uncontrollably under his much bigger frame, pussy clenching tight around his thick cock. “again,” he demanded, slapping your ass hard while tightening his grip on your neck. “louder.”

“rafe! rafe— oh my god, rafe!” you cried out, squealing his name like a broken record, tears soaking the pillow.

he groaned deeply, fucking you faster, harder, chasing his own high. “fuck, that’s it… keep saying my name while you cum,” he rasped. “i’m close— cum with me, baby.” he told you. your whole body tensed hard, legs shaking violently as the pressure became too much. you squealed his name one last time, loud and broken.

“rafe— rafe— i’m cumming—!” your pussy spasmed wildly around him, gushing all over the condom as you came hard. rafe cursed under his breath, burying himself as deep as possible and holding you there while he came right after you, thick pulses filling the condom as he groaned your name against the back of your neck.