#frat guy

bimbo!reader x fratboy!rafe

WARNINGS: suggestive, language, jealousy, protective!Rafe, light confrontation, frat party , Topper

You didn’t mean to cause a scene.

You literally just wanted to wear your cute new dress. It was pink, obviously, and technically it qualified as a dress — it was strapless, barely four inches of hem, and light glitter that somehow stuck to everything. You’d paired it with your silver platform heels and tiny shoulder bag that only fit lip gloss and vibes.

“You look insane,” Rafe said when you walked out of your apartment.

You twirled. “Thank you!”

“That wasn’t a compliment, baby.” He says with a smirk on his face, more amused than anything.

You just blinked, sparkly and unbothered. “Do I look like I care?”

He stared at you for a second. “Get in the car.”

The party was already packed by the time you pulled up to the house, neon lights and heavy bass shaking the windows. You bounced out of the Range Rover like you were walking the Met Gala carpet, clacking across the driveway like a Bratz doll on a mission.

Rafe trailed behind you, jaw tight.

You didn’t notice the stares. Or maybe you just didn’t register them as anything out of the ordinary. People always stared when you walked into a room. You were used to it.

But Rafe? Rafe noticed everything.

You were at the drink table trying to find pink lemonade vodka when Rafe ran into Topper and Kelce, posted up by the ping pong table.

“Bro,” Topper said, raising his brows as he nodded toward you, “she’s really wearin’ that tonight?”

Kelce laughed. “That dress needs a warning label.”

Rafe blinked. That was it? That was the comment?

It didn’t matter. His blood was already boiling.

“You got something to say?” Rafe asked flatly, stepping a little closer.

Topper snorted. “Relax, bro. No one’s saying she don’t look good.”

Kelce shrugged. “She just looks like she’s gonna trip in those shoes and start a lawsuit.”

Rafe’s jaw ticked. “That funny to you?”

Kelce blinked. “Kinda, yeah.”

That’s when Rafe shoved him. Not hard — just enough to get the point across.

Kelce stumbled a step back, and Topper immediately stepped in.

“Dude,” Topper said sharply. “You’re actually bugging. Like, no one said anything that bad.”

Rafe’s voice was low. “Don’t talk about her like that. I don’t give a fuck how ‘mild’ it sounds.”

Kelce held up his hands. “Whatever, man. You're the one bringing the glittery Insta baddie to the kegger. Can’t be shocked when people say shit.”

Rafe took a step forward again—and that’s when you popped up next to him, pink drink in hand, totally oblivious.

“Hi, baby!” you chirped, wrapping your arm around his.

The tension was so thick it took you a second to clock it.

“…Why does everyone look mad?”

Topper rubbed his face. “No one’s mad.”

Kelce muttered, “Except Rafe.”

You looked at Rafe, confused. “Did something happen?”

Rafe didn’t look away from them. “We’re leaving.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I don’t wanna be around guys who talk about you like you’re a fuckin’ joke.”

Kelce let out a dry laugh. “We literally said she looked good.”

“That’s not what you said,” Rafe snapped.

You tugged on his arm. “Can we just—can we not make a big thing?”

Rafe looked at you finally, his jaw still locked. “You don’t get it.”

“No,” you said, eyes narrowing. “I don’t.”

The car ride back was dead silent. You sat with your arms crossed and your lip gloss smudged, giving him your very best pissed-off princess pout.

“You embarrassed me,” you said eventually.

“They embarrassed you,” he muttered.

“I was literally fine. I didn’t even notice they said anything.”

“Exactly.”

You turned your head toward him. “So you ruined the night over a joke I didn’t even hear?”

He let out a sharp breath. “It’s not about the joke. It’s the principle.”

You scoffed. “Okay, Mr. Principle.”

Rafe looked over at you, brow twitching. “You walked into that party looking like sex on legs, baby.”

You blinked. “Is that a compliment?”

He rubbed his hand down his face, glancing at you then back at the road. “Yes. Unfortunately.”

You snorted but looked away, still pouting.

“I don’t want people talking about you like that. Not behind your back. Not to my face. I don’t care if they think it’s funny or whatever.”

You went quiet for a second. “So what? You just gonna fight every guy that talks about me forever?”

He shrugged. “If I have to.”

You rolled your eyes, but your pout faded.

“...You’re lucky I love you.”

He smirked, finally glancing over. “I am.”

You tried to stay mad, but when he reached over to grab your hand across the console, you let him.

Back at his place, you were curled up on his bed in your stupid little glittery dress, heels kicked off, sipping water through your silly pink straw.

Rafe walked out of the bathroom and just looked at you for a second, then laughed under his breath.

“What?” you asked, lips around the straw.

He shook his head. “Nothing. You’re just—you.”

You smiled. “And you’re obsessed.”

He leaned over the bed, kissing your glossy lips gently.

“Unfortunately.”

When you bring your college frat bro up to the lake house but you end up studying male anatomy rather than English literature.

IT'S ALMOST TIME!!

heeh I saw some videos about Banana Ball, everyone during the games is having so much fun, makes me want to play too! BUT I CAN'T THROW STRAIGHT,

❥ pairing : frat!rafe x nerd!reader

❥ summary : your project partner is the popular frat guy rafe cameron, and so you two can work on it, rafe invited you over to his house..

❥ warnings : kissing

❥ author’s note : enjoy!! 😛

you would never expect that you’ll ever step a foot into rafe cameron’s house. but well, a few days ago things have changed for you, after you got paired with him for a school project.

honestly, you were kinda surprised when he invited you over to his house, especially when he barely knows you. but what could you expect from him, it’s definitely not his first time doing that so. he’s one of the frat guys, and that’s what they do right?

when you saw his house for the first time, your jaw dropped a little bit because you didn’t expect it to be this massive. but again, what could you expect from him. he’s rich. you quickly composed yourself, adjusted the dark blue skirt you were wearing and somehow forced yourself to knock on the door. you were nervous, even tho you knew it’s not really a big deal. but still.

nobody answered so you knocked again, this time a bit harder. nobody answered again. you were now confused.. was he even at home? you raised your hand and were so close to knocking again but then the door opened.

rafe was wearing his grey sweatpants and was putting some plain white shirt on. you didn’t really expect him to be practically half naked in front of you. you didn’t see much, but you did see a part of his bare abs which caused you to blush a bit but you quickly recovered. before you could speak up, he did.

"uh..sorry i was changing." a smirk plastered on his face as he saw the slight blush on your cheeks. you just nodded and tried to act casual. "oh yeah it’s..it’s fine." your eyes met his, the smirk still visible on his face.

"come in." rafe moved to the side so you could get inside. his eyes roamed over your outfit, his eyes landed on the skirt you were wearing that hugged your curves in all the right places. when you turned around and faced him, he quickly looked up and spoke up again.

"just follow me. my room’s upstairs." rafe ran his fingers throught his hair as he started walking up the stairs. you looked around the place quickly before you followed after him. "your house is huge." you said, just trying to come up with some topic.

rafe chuckled and looked at you again, grinning as he always does. "i said i live on figure 8, babe." the pet name kinda caught you off guard, you’re not used to be called like that.

rafe opened the door of his room and you two got inside. and it looked exactly how you imagined it. messy and dark. there were empty beer cans thrown on the floor, his bed messy, some of his clothes on his chair. the curtains were closed so it was really dark.

"excuse the mess, i uh.. didn’t have time." rafe rubbed the back of his neck a bit as he quickly picked up some of the cans and just threw them under his table. you forced a smile. it’s his room so you didn’t really care but it was too messy in your opinion. you just stood there and watched him making some spot for you and him on his bed.

he jumped on his bed, laying down on his back and patting the place next to him. "sit down." he smirked at you and sat up instead, leaning back against the headboard. you walked to his bed and sat down on the edge of it.

"you don’t gotta be so nervous you know, i don’t bite." rafe looked right into your eyes. he could see the innocence. that was probably the reason why he wanted to keep teasing you until you’re a blushing mess.

"i’m fine." you forced a small nervous smile. then there was this awkward silence between you two. "okay uh.. the project. hit me." rafe sat closer to you and stared like right into your soul. you just looked at him before you started talking about the project, the topic you chose etc.

you two.. well mostly you.. were working on the project for almost 2 hours straight. in silence. you were just typing something into his laptop, while he was just laying on his back, watching you. the way you were so focused and concentrated.. it drove him crazy.

he sat up again and waited if you’ll give him some sort of a reaction. you just kept staring into the laptop, not moving an inch. he smirked a little before he raised his hand and put a strand of your hair behind your ear. that caused you to look up at him. he smirked wider.

"you had it in your face you know. had to make sure it won’t bother you or something." he mumbled, staring into your bright eyes with his. "you’re not very talkative, are you?" he ran his index finger all the way down from your cheek to your jaw before he let go completely.

you felt the shivers run down your spine, didn’t expect that his touch will make you feel this way.. you weren’t sure what should you respond to that question.. isn’t it obvious like? your eyes wandered over his face, landing on his lips for a while.

he grinned wider. then he just closed the laptop slowly and spoke up again. "we don’t have to talk you know." he planted a soft kiss on your jaw. the way you’re just so innocent.. or you atleast look like you are, the way you seem so clueless and all.. it drives him absolutely crazy. he can’t help himself but feel aroused anytime you look at him with those wide eyes, full of confusion..

"rafe.." you whispered but got cut off quickly after he pressed his lips against yours, his hand cupping your cheek softly. your eyes closed a second after, somehow you didn’t want to pull away. you wanted to stay like this as long as possible.

his mouth started moving hungrily against yours. his breathing got heavier, your heart was beating fast. his tongue rubbed against yours, that feeling caused you to sigh quietly in pleasure, your hands running over his shoulders up to his cheeks.

he smirked against your lips, his muscular arms wrapping around your waist as you two kept kissing. meanwhile your arms wrapped around his neck, your bodies touching. you could feel the heat of his breath on your face.

you had to pull away for a short while, so you could catch your breath even tho you didn’t want to separate from him. your breathing was heavy, same as his. the smirk didn’t leave his face, and it got even wider after he spoke up. "not so shy now, are we?" he licked his lips, his hands on your hips.

"shut up." you smiled before you pressed your lips against his again. the kissing got even more desperate, especially when you knew that the guy you were kissing is the well known rafe cameron.

College Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Your time at the party is not what you expected, feelings are challenged and discovered.

Part two of ‘The Tutor’

The music blasted so loud that it rattled the windows of Rafe’s truck, and I could already feel my stomach tighten at the sight of the crowd. My anxiety spiked, but Rafe glanced over at me, his eyes softening when he saw my unease. Without hesitation, he took my hand in his, and for a second, I was thrown off guard.

Rafe Cameron, the guy who was always smirking, throwing out snarky comments, or tangled up with some girl, was showing me a side that no one ever saw. A side that was almost... normal.

We pushed through the throng of people, weaving around those who looked like they were on the verge of passing out. Rafe didn’t seem fazed. He was in his element, and I was just trying to keep up. When we reached the door, he greeted the frat guys with his usual casual confidence.

He let go of my hand, his touch now at the small of my back as he introduced me to the group. But the guys were so far gone, they barely even noticed he was speaking to them. Rafe just shrugged it off, clearly used to being ignored by people who were too drunk to care.

I ended up taking the lead as we walked into the house, the music hitting me even harder now, pulsing through my chest with every beat. The entire place was bathed in flashing lights, changing colors with each passing second. The energy in the air was electric, people cheering, laughing, and downing shots like it was second nature. Yeah, definitely not my scene.

I slipped into the kitchen, the noise still present, but at least it was a little quieter. Rafe followed me in, opening the fridge and grabbing a beer, then glancing over at me. “What do you want, princess?” he asked, a grin tugging at his lips.

I blinked, caught off guard. “Uh... I’ll have whatever,” I replied, unsure. I wasn’t much of a drinker, so I had no idea what to even ask for.

Rafe chuckled, his smirk widening. He grabbed some lemonade and mixed it with whatever alcohol he found. “Here you go,” he said, handing it to me.

I took the drink, hesitating before taking a sip. Rafe’s eyes never left mine as I closed my eyes, clearly not a fan of the taste.

“Good?” he teased, stepping closer and trapping me between his arms as I leaned against the counter.

I coughed a little, trying to mask the discomfort. “Yep, really good. Thanks,” I managed to get out, my tone a little forced. It wasn’t a total lie—it wasn’t bad, just… not something I was used to.

I sighed, rubbing my hand over my face, and set the drink down behind me. I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d last here. The noise, the crowd—it wasn’t my scene at all. Rafe, ever observant, must have noticed the discomfort in my eyes. He leaned down, his voice low and smooth. “Let’s go find something fun to do, yeah?”

I glanced up at him, his arms still caging me in, and felt a flutter of nerves. What did he mean by fun? I didn’t ask, just nodded, not trusting my voice. Rafe studied my eyes, his expression softening just slightly.

“If you want to leave, pretty girl, just say the word,” he murmured, his words sending an unexpected warmth through me.

He had invited me into his world, and despite how much I’d rather be at home, curled up with a blanket and a show, I wasn’t about to back out now. I’d stick it out.

I shook my head, trying to push down the discomfort. “No, I don’t want to leave. Where do you want to go?”

A smile spread across Rafe’s face, his eyes lighting up. “They usually have some events going on around here. We can try to find one.”

We made our way through the house, passing by various chaotic scenes—a body shot competition, beer pong, and even a strip twister game. Definitely not my vibe. I felt my stomach churn, not sure where to look.

Rafe let out a frustrated sigh, muttering under his breath. “Out of all places, I had to bring her here.” He could feel the mistake weighing on him. He could’ve taken her anywhere else—a new fancy restaurant, the old-school arcade down the street, even the thrift store. Anything would’ve been better than this, he thought.

I broke him out of his thoughts when I spoke up, my voice steady. “How about we go down to the beach?”

Rafe looked down at me relived that I wasn’t scared off yet, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “That sounds perfect.”

The walk to the beach was peaceful, the music from the party fading into the background as the soothing sound of the waves crashing took over. It was a welcome change. I stopped and let out a deep sigh before sitting down on the sand. Rafe hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, but eventually joined me, sitting close enough that our arms brushed against each other.

“Sorry for tonight,” he said, his voice quiet. “I—I don’t know what I was thinking.” He chuckled, but there was a sadness behind it, like he was regretting dragging me into his world.

He could feel it—the possibility that he might’ve messed up his one chance with her.

I glanced at him, shaking my head. “Don’t apologize, Rafe. It’s just not my scene, that’s all.”

He grumbled under his breath, clearly still beating himself up over it. I rested my head on his shoulder, and his muttering quieted instantly.

“You’re different than I thought, you know,” I said softly, almost afraid he’d hear too much in my words.

Rafe’s lips turned up slightly into a smile, though he kept his eyes forward. “Yeah? What did you think I was like?”

I let out a small breath, relieved that he didn’t seem offended. “A typical frat douche.” He nodded slowly. “That’s what most people think I am. Who do you think I am now?” His voice was quiet, almost like he was afraid of what I might say.

I smiled, nervously biting my bottom lip. “You’re sweet, kind, and you actually care despite what everyone may think.”

Rafe was caught off guard by how simply I said it, but it hit him harder than expected. It meant more to him than I realized. He grinned, his smirk returning. “Only for you,” he said, his tone sincere and completely honest. I rolled my eyes at his goofy response and resumed my gaze back out onto the dark water.

It was a beautiful night. The waves were a shadowy black, blending seamlessly with the dark sky, which was scattered with bright white stars. It was a picture-perfect moment, truly.

Speaking of which, I hesitated before saying, "Hey, Rafe?" I looked over to find him already looking at me. He hummed in response, waiting for me to continue.

I fiddled with my fingers, nervous. "S-so, when we were walking around, I saw this… uh, photo booth, and I’ve always wanted to try one and—" I rambled, unsure if he'd think it was silly.

He just smirked at me, a charming look on his face. "C’mon, let’s go," he said, standing up.

I stared up at him, a little confused. "Let’s go take some pictures, princess," he added, his smile wide. I chuckled, feeling a little lighter, and took his hand.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

“How does this work?”

“Uh- I have no idea? Maybe-”

I pressed the buttons on the screen, and a timer popped up. I chuckled, glancing over at Rafe. “What pose?” I asked.

He looked at me, clearly confused, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Just as I did, the flash went off, capturing our first photo. I gasped and quickly turned to the screen. “Okay, quick, we need to pose!” I said.

Rafe smirked mischievously. “Let’s do middle fingers.” Without missing a beat, he raised both his middle fingers, and I followed his lead without thinking. The flash filled the booth, and we had our second picture. “Rafe!” I scolded and he just shrugged.

“Look nice this time, just smile,” I said, glancing up at him.

He rolled his eyes but wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. I smiled, feeling the warmth of his touch, and then stole a glance to see him looking at me. “Rafe, look at the screen!” I said and just before the flash went off he grabbed my chin kissing my cheek. I blushed in my seat my heart beating faster than ever. Third one down.

The timer started again, counting down from 5 seconds. My mind went blank. “Rafe, what do we do?” I asked, panicking a little.

He shrugged nonchalantly, and I groaned as the timer ticked from 3 seconds to 2. In one swift move, he tilted my chin upward, directing my gaze to meet his. Our eyes locked, and suddenly everything slowed. He smiled down at me, and my cheeks flushed. Then, a flash interrupted the moment. Fourth picture done.

The timer clicked again, and Rafe seemed to have a plan. “Hey, pretty girl, eyes on me.” His hand found its way to my waist, and I turned my focus entirely on him. This time, there were no smiles, just a deep, intense gaze between us. It was different from before—more personal, more intimate.

His face inched closer, and I could feel the air between us shift. His eyes flickered to my lips, and my heart skipped a beat. I leaned in slightly, my breath mingling with his. Then, flash. The final picture.

As soon as it was done, I pulled away, and so did he. I stared at the screen, watching the line of pictures unfold. A smile crept across my face as I hit the print button.

“C’mon!” I said, grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the booth.

I stood outside, barely able to contain my excitement as I waited for the photos to print. Rafe's low chuckle echoed behind me, and before I could even turn around, his arms slid around my waist, pulling me back against him. The sudden closeness made my heart race, his presence grounding me in the moment. Butterflies stirred in my stomach.

Thee Photo Booth finally spat out our strip. I leaned forward, grabbing both copies and studying the photos. The first one was of me looking at him, his expression caught somewhere between confusion and amusement. The second was a playful shot of us flipping off the camera. The third had us grinning, his lips just brushing my cheek. My heart skipped as I moved to the next two. The fourth was light and carefree, but the fifth one... that one was different. We were staring at each other, so close, as if we were about to—

"Those are cute," he chuckled, and I smiled as his arms tightened around me. "Here’s yours," I said, handing him his strip. He stared at the little photos, his heart pounding in his chest. He liked her—more than he ever thought.

“C’mon, let’s go get another drink,” Rafe whispered in her ear, and she nodded, her mind spinning. She couldn’t quite understand the pull he had on her—how she felt something more than just friendship. I’m just his tutor, she reminded herself, trying to push the thoughts aside.

But she couldn't shake the thought of what Rafe really saw her as. He had called her his date, after all. Did that mean something to him?

Of course it did, but she didn't know that—at least, not yet. Rafe's eyes lingered on hers, and in that moment, he knew he was fucked.