𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

downbad!sub!rafe x stripper!reader ⁀➴ pt1, pt2, pt3

summary: based on this ask || reader finally accepts to go to one of rafe's frat parties and both draw a lot more attention than they thought they would

warnings: 18+, mdni, fem reader, smut, swearing, strip club, jealous reader, dirty talk, slight age gap (19-22), fake confident rafe, oral sex, nicknames (mommy, baby, sweetie, good boy, ma), kissing, experienced reader, reader has a soft spot for rafe, stripper au

a/n: stunning ask hope i did it justice || i'm offended i didn't think abt this first i love the way your brain works whoever you are || guys send me anything that goes on that filthy mind of yours i love reading these || not proofread yet so lmk if u find something

words: 1.7k

𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔…

𑣲𝄞 hands on me - ariana grande, asap ferg

rafe had spent the past week trying to convince you to go with him to a "very important party" at his frat house. the truth is, you're not necessarily a child anymore, so frat parties aren't really your thing. sure, you love clubbing and barhopping with your girlfriends from time to time. but being surrounded by barely legal adults who were teenagers just yeasterday, seems really unappealing right now.

that's why your leg is currently bent, foot resting over the sink, and your back is pressed against the strip club's bathroom door as rafe moans between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man. his eyes are squeezed shut, taking in your sweet scent and taste, occasionally looking up to see if you were enjoying this just as much as he was. he learned it from all the porn he used to watch everyday, before you started sending him some of your own in exchange for money, and to subliminally make sure you're the only girl on his mind at all times.

he offered to eat you out and pay you in hopes you come with him to the party, to show off the fact he's with an older, sexy, and experienced woman. "you coming with me right?" he mumbles against your puffy folds, looking up at you. "yes! fuck yes!" you scream, assuming he's talking about your orgasm. "the guys are g'nna love you" you can feel him smiling against you. panic hits you when you realize that he's actually talking about you coming to the party with him. you were too fucked out to think, shrugging it off. it can't be that bad.. besides, he's paying you extra.

it's the day of. you told barry you wouldn't be coming in today, ignoring whatever he said to you afterwards.

you browsed through your drawers looking for something to wear for tonight. you settle on an extremely small pink lace tube top, that still showed some of your white bra through it's mesh, your favorite pair of low rise, flared jeans, the expensive, tall pumps you had impulsively bought one night, and a pink bedazzled juicy couture bag. you styled you hair in a big bouncy blowout and painted your eyelids black with a frosty shimmer on the inner corner.

you were looking hot as fuck and you knew it.

you lock the door of your apartment to find rafe waiting in his porsche. you didn't invite him in because it would feel to personal. your nessy home reflects who you are on the inside, and he didn't need to see that.

rafe brings a hand to cover his mouth as he drinks your body in "shit." you looked almost pornographic, he was sure you'd turn a couple heads, and that's exactly what he wanted.

you can hear the blaring music from outside the frathouse, you sigh, looking over to rafe, but he looked so excited to show you off, so proud of having you in his arms, you couldn't help but smile a little.

he wraps his big arm around your small waist, pulling you close to his side. you'd never seen him this confident, waving at everyone who passed by, dapping up some of his frat brothers with that stupid hung smile on his face.

everyone who walked past you looked you up and down, then at rafe, wondering who you were and how the hell he found someone like you. i mean, he has girls literally begging to sleep with him all the time but he's always refused since none of them really fit his type. they weren't laid-back like you, constantly trying to prove themselves worthy of him.

he finds his friend group sitting and talking on the leather couch in the living room. his grip on your waist tightens as you both make your way over to them. as soon as they spot rafe holding you, they just stare at each other, surprised. you looked straight out of an old playboy magazine a boy would steal from his dad and hid under his bed.

"shit rafe, where the fuck did you find this fine, fine woman" topper breaks the ice, patting rafe on the shoulder twice "baby if rafey here isn't doing it for you, you can always come to me" kelce mocks, licking his lips.

"the two of you shut the fuck up. be mature." rafe says, pointing his finger at them threateningly "this is y/n. y/n these two assholes are topper and kelce" he can't admit he actually enjoyed seeing his friends so interested in you, knowing they can't have you.

"nice to meet you guys" you say, with a kind smile on your face, ignoring their childish comments. rafe turns you around, guiding you towards the bar for a drink.

"yeah, nice to meet you too" topper smirks, fucking into the air behind you, pretending he's fucking you. kelce laughs but that's all you hear.

as the night goes on, countless girls have come up to rafe, attempting to seduce him but failing miserably when he completely ignores them. you couldn't leave him alone, knowing the second you did, they would be all over him. and he's just a boy. who knows if he would fold?

you try to shake all the feelings of jealousy out of you, remind yourself you're only doing this for the money, you don't actually care about him.

but it becomes harder and harder to ignore when so many girls are coming up to him, feeling up on his chest and muscular arms. even though he dismisses them all with a grossed out look, you still feel... weird.

that's when you pull rafe in by the jaw for a long, passionate, messy kiss. rafe's eyes widen, not expecting you to be okay with this much affection in public, but he quickly melts into the kiss when he feels your tongue slip in his mouth. you grab his hands and position them right on your ass, bringing them up to play with his hair. he kisses you deeper and you raise one leg, climbing into him. he picks you up by your thighs and places you on the kitchen island, kissing and squeezing your ass possessively.

you can feel people staring, but that's exactly what you want. for these skanky sluts to know who rafe cameron belonged to.

while women stared, jealous of you, men stared, jealous of rafe. they wanted to do precisely what he was doing and more to you. some of them turned their heads away, feeling as if they were interrupting something, while others just stared even more, completely enthraled by the way you had rafe cameron under your control. some of them look at their girlfriends, wishing they were you instead. they could see just how freaked out you were, envious of rafe that gets to have you no questions asked.

rafe smirked into the kiss, happy you had made a scene. he picks you up again, throwing you over his shoulder and slapping your ass, looking around to make sure everyone had seen what just happened and the way your pink thong flashes out of your jeans. you yelp and giggle, as he walks you upstairs, purposefully taking the longer route so everyone could realize what he was about to do to you. you can faintly hear some of rafe's frat bros whistling in the back as he presses kisses to your thigh and you teasingly kick your feet in the air.

"you get me so horny baby" you sigh as he closes the door behind you, dropping you on his bed.

"you kiddin' me right? you were fuckin' unbelievable out there. i can never get enough of you ma" he says, pressing light kisses from your jaw, to your neck, to your cleavage, while unbuttoning your jeans. you snicker softly into his neck, undoing his belt and pushing his underwear down, releasing his half hard cock and stroking it slowly.

instead of getting you to stand up and remove your top, rafe simply lowers its hem, the fabric bunching up at your waist. he folds the hem of your bra down, your perky tits spilling out. he immediately dives in to suck a nipple, while his hand kneads your other boob.

he pulls away just to take his shirt off, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it along your wet thong, the prettiest moans falling off his lips.

you place your palm over it, adding more pressure as your hips jerk back and forth. he let's you take control, pinning his hands to the matress on either side of your head. he involuntarily begins fucking himself into your hand, whimpering uncontrollably. his head falls down, eyes squeezed shut, and you gently bring a hand to his bare pec, to try and ground him. it does the exact opposite, as his whimpers and grunts get louder and breathier. he doesn't notice, still fucking into you, as you swiftly push your underwear down your thighs and allow him to enter you. "what the fuck..? OH- oh my god! oh my god- mommy- ugh! shit-" he realizes what just happened when he feels your hole clenching around him, sucking him in. "shh, it's okay sweetie i'm here. i'm right here." you reassure him, stroking his hair.

you can hear him becoming more and more on the edge "i- i can't!" he pants, still not stopping, head dropping down to your neck. "what's that baby? you can?" you encourage him to keep going "i can't!" he repeats "you can?" you nod, looking him in the eyes with fake innocence and a pout. "uh uh, mommy i can't- 's too much" he shakes his head, totally gone. "you can and you will baby, i know you can. be good and keep going for me" he doesn't stop, aiming to please.

a few more thrusts and you feel his cum spurt inside you, a moan escaping your lips.

he softly pulls out, pressing kisses all over your body, his back muscles flexing each time he dips down.

collapsing onto the matress next to you, rafe pants as he runs his hand through his hair "you're so special to me" you smile, getting up to dress yourself back again, and he does the same, leaning down to grab his fat wallet from the back pocket of his discarded jeans, pulling out 3k in cash and tucking it in the band of your thong. you giggle as you pull it out and hide it in your bra instead.

you both confidently make your way downstairs getting some more booze and dancing against each other. it's gonna be a long night.