#rafe x reader

│Yummy- Ayesha Erotica

❤️- fluff 🍰- vanilla 💋- smut 💭- angst 🍭-mentions of sexual or mature content

clubbing with Rafey❤️

could you please write about bimbo and her (toxic) bestie rafey going to the clurbbbb?? i know she would dance her heart out while rafe just can’t keep his hands off her. they’re besties after all!

Thank you sm!! Bimbo reader and bsf rafe is genuinely now one of my favorites to write about and this is TOO good 😮‍💨😮‍💨❤️ Also you are not being annoying!! feel free to send any requests!

│Night out

-Bff!Rafe x Bimbo!reader

-warnings: oblivious reader, alcohol, groping, no use of y/n, dancing & grinding, possessive rafe.

"Im ready Ray!!" You enthusiastically say, stepping out in the living room where he was waiting. He freezes, jaw dropping, eyes raking up and down your entire body, mini baby pink lace dress, short enough to show the matching thong you have underneath and open enough to show a peck of your nipple if you bend over slightly. "Fuck," he says, getting up, brushing his hand shamelessly on your breasts and hips, slapping your ass teasingly as you smile at him. You love looking all pretty for Rafey!! "Waiting was worth it." He whispers, eyes locked on your chest, referring to him waiting outside of your room while you got ready, different from him usually being there even when you're undressed. You don't care, you have nothing to hide from your Rafe!!

You quickly made way to his car, he opens his door for you as always,which earns a giggle from you, he's so sweet! His eyes are glued to your ass when you lower to get in the car, noticing the pink thong you have underneath, a sorry excuse for fabric, your puffy folds noticeable under. "Can you even dance in those?" He points to your heels as he gets in, closing his car door, putting the keys in, the engine roaring to life and you giggle again, "Of course I can!!" He raises his brows, almost like he doesn't believe you, they are 6 inch stilettos after all.

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You have been in the club for one hour right now, you're not getting drunk as per Rafes requests, only tipsy, he cares about you so so much!! You were dancing your heart out to the loud music, not a single care in the world, swinging your hips along the rhythm, until you feel a pair of firm hands on your hips, stopping your movements, the size and grip is familiar. You turn around and to no surprise, its Ray!! You smile, jumping into his arms, hands wrapped around his neck as he goes for your waist, lowering his hands to knead your ass under the short fabric, making sure to tug it down after. You pull back, giggling, oblivious to how he grabbed you, thinking he was fixing your dress. He lowers his head, the club being too loud to hear anything. "You need to slow down on the dancing!" he shouts and you laugh, tugging on his arm. "Why don't you dance with me, Ray?" You shout back and he chuckles, moving his hands on your hips in a slow roll, signaling you to start again. You smile, he always gives you what you want, he's such a good friend! Your hands stay on his neck, pulling him flush against your plump breasts. You think you hear a grunt from his lips, your practically glued together and his hands stay on your lower hips, grinding you against him as he moves his hands lower, squeezing your plush ass.

"Ray!! What do you have in your pocket? You're poking me!!" You say and he nods, making up an excuse for having his keys in. You giggle. "You're so silly, Ray!" you laugh uncontrollably to which he raises an eyebrow. "Are you drunk?!" He asks, brows furrowed, smirk curving his lips as you shake your head, you would never break a promise you made to Rafe! "C'mere, let me be the judge of that." He lowers his head, moving one hand up to tilt your jaw, bringing you into an enveloping kiss, to which you always accept, not the first time Rafe has checked you! You comply, letting him put his tongue inside, sucking on your bottom lip, you move your head to the kisses flow, letting him check you thoroughly! He pulls back, licking his lips, tasting your lipgloss on him as he does.

"Well stay for one more hour, then we can leave." He says sternly and you nod, smiling and continuing to dance with him. As the night progresses, he doesn't leave your side as always, dancing with you or standing next to you when he gets tired.

Like, he buys the most expensive binoculars and starts treating it like a tactical mission just to impress them an all

​✦ FEATHERS IN FIGURE EIGHT

​“Reader is obsessed in birdwatching, and Rafe just follows her in her hobby... maybe a little bit too much.”

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​𓍢ִ໋🌹͙֒ Rafe Cameron x Reader ┊ Fluff ┊ 0.6k words

It started as a private hobby. Something quiet to escape the noise of the Outer Banks.

Love this!! Ty for the request!!

│Drinks on me

-hockeyplayer!Bf!Rafe x Gf!reader -warnings: threats, fluff, jealousy.

You were sitting at the barstool next to Rafe's , going on a post-game celebration date with his teammates. You were swishing around your remaining drink with the straw, the ice slowly melting inside the cup. A voice speaks up. "Hey, I'm gonna go to the guys for a sec, I'll be back." He says, twirling a flock of your hair around his finger and you nod, smiling at him.

He leaves, and just as he does so you notice a stranger who was just at the corner before, taking his seat. He greets you and you smile back, continuing to swish the drink around. The stranger elbows you gently, catching your attention, your head perks up, facing him.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He says, pointing at the empty one in your hand. You nod and whisper a 'thank you', oblivious to his flirting, but cautious enough to be careful. He calls the bartender, ordering you a drink as same as your previous one and a whiskey for him. He strikes a conversation as you wait for your drinks, you don't think anything about it, he bought you a drink for free.

You tell him your name and he nods, asking you more questions as the bartender hands you your drinks. "Babe?" A familiar voice calls behind you and you turn around, smile in your face. He furrows his brows, looking at you and then the guy who handed you a drink. "Who's this?" He asks you, ignoring the guys now panicked look.

"He bought me a drink! He noticed my glass was empty, isn't that nice?" You say in your usual bubbly voice, making his stomach churn at how naive you can be. "Baby, if you need a drink, I'm the one who buys it for you, okay?" You nod, looking down, you hate feeling stupid like this, when Rafe points out stuff you should've noticed before him.

"Wait for me in the car, I need to pay." he says, grabbing your purse and coat and handing them to you, as well as his car keys. You nod and smile, believing his excuse. As soon as you turn, he slaps the guys shoulder harshly, making him jolt, eyes blown wide.

"You bought my girl a drink and now you're going to act stupid about it, I suggest you get the fuck out of my sight." He says sternly, making sure to grip the guys shoulder roughly, making his face twist in pain before he grabs his jacket and practically runs away from the place.

Ughh i love this SOO muchhhh, you and your genius ideas i swearrr😩😩 this is so pacify her by melanie martinez, I was listening to it while writing this😗😗

│All mine

-ex!Rafe x ex!Reader -warnings: jealousy, cheating, drinking, praise, possession, smut, unprotected p in v, ex sex, mirror sex.

You were in your usual night outs on Saturdays, at one of your friend's parties. You were having fun, drink in hand, dancing with your girls, living your life after an awful breakup with the Kook king himself. Just as you thought about this, you sure jinxed yourself, your heart jumped, stomach turning when you saw him at the same party, standing like a loser with a brunette wrapped around his arm. You scoffed, turning to tell your friend to get you as many shots as she can hold in her hand. You can’t help but look at him, you shouldn't, but the girl around his arm intrigues you, is she a new girlfriend?

You have heard rumors of Rafe dating someone else, but you got cocky, thinking he could never be serious with another girl after you. Jealousy crawls on your skin, you can’t even dance anymore, you’re sitting on the couch, looking at him on the other side of the room and he's sure looking back, that smirk creeping on his skin, knowing he got you mad. You get pulled out of your thoughts when your friend hands you two shots of tequila, not even bothering to make a toast, downing them in one go.

She chuckles, turning her head to the same direction as you, the both of you looking at Rafe in the eye, your friend raising her shot glass when he looks back. You swipe your tongue across your teeth, about to bite it off, it then takes you 2 seconds to make an impulsive decision. You get up in a hurry, storming over to the corner where he is, along with his friends. You act like you don’t even see him, catching everyone off guard when you grab Kelce's hand without even asking, dragging him to the dance floor.

He chuckles, winking at Rafe as you take him away. You don’t take him far, close enough for Rafe to have the both of you in full view. You turn your back at Kelce, grabbing both of his hands and sliding them on your waist as you grind against him, moving your hips along the rhythm of the song. He grins, wasting no time to glide his hands all over your body, and you smirk, looking straight at Rafe as he does so, hips moving even harder behind Kelce.

Rafe almost crushes the red Solo cup in his hand as his friends laugh and elbow him. You turn around , whispering something in Kelce's ear, still maintaining eye contact with him. Sofia is long gone in his mind by now, finding himself moving when he sees you two leave the dance floor, you leading Kelce to an empty room. He throws the cup somewhere, pushing through the crowd of people, catching Kelce by the shoulder in the corridor just seconds away before you enter a bedroom. He shoots a look up at him, and Kelce sighs, expecting this to happen and leaving to go back. Rafe’s eyes follow him as you cross your arms. Rafe turns back to look at you, gaze raking up your body, shamelessly staring at your chest in the revealing top you're wearing, your micro leather shorts hugging your curves perfectly. He licks his lips, mouth gone dry before you finally speak up.

"You're cockblocking me now?!" You snap, and he sighs, looking up to face you now. "You think you can run around fucking whoever you want, my friend too?" He spits out, taking a step forward in your space. You take a step backwards, but to no avail, back hitting the concrete wall instead. "You can’t tell me what to do! You're not my boyfriend anymore!" You practically shout. He rolls his eyes, running a hand through his buzzed hair. "Yeah? Why’s that? You were one that broke up with me. I didn't break up with you." He says sternly, you furrow your brows in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?" You practically whisper, and his hands slap against the wall, caging you in. "It means you're still fucking mine, sweetheart, whether you like it or not." You're drenched by now, being so close to him, close enough to count the freckles on his nose, his eyelashes, close enough to grab his face and- "Yeah? Prove it." You whisper, bringing your face closer to his, just inches away. His pupils widen, wasting no time to cup your face and smash his lips against yours. You let out a whine, him taking the opportunity to slide his tongue in, tasting the alcohol on yours. He pulls away from the kiss, grabbing your hand and leading you to a secret second bathroom he knew from the years he's been to this house in parties, always with you.

He closes and locks the door behind him, wrapping his hands around your waist, catching your lips in a kiss, almost like he's scared you will leave again. You walk backwards as you hit the bathroom counter, his hands roam around your body, pulling the zipper of your top and shorts, breaking the kiss to get you out of them as they hit the ground, taking off his shirt in the meantime. He traces kisses on your jaw, unclasping your bra while you work on his belt, freeing him, his hard cock springing out, feeling precum on his flushed tip when you wrap your hand around him, pumping him. He drops his head on your shoulder, letting out a groan from your touch. "Fuck, I missed this so much, feels so much better." He murmured against your bare skin, his hands sliding off your underwear, letting them fall on the floor as you step out of them. His hands touch every part of your body, almost like he's trying to remember what you feel like again.

He spins you around, looking at you through the mirror glued above the counter. He pushes his tip inside you, not even bothering to use a condom, to which you don't complain. He bites his lip and you moan at the familiar sensation. He grips your hips as you hold on to the counter, pushing himself in inch by inch. Once he's halfway, he stops, letting you get used to the stretch again. “Fuck," he grunts in your ear. "You still feel so fucking good, so fucking perfect for me." He whispers, hovering over your ear, holding eye contact across the mirror. You whimper in response when he pushes all the way, moving back in a slow, steady pace, grinding his hips as you move in the same rhythm as him, needing to feel all of him. He lowers his head more, moving your hair as he captures your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses, sucking on the skin, enough to leave a dark spot. He looks at the mirror, tilting your head so you can look at the dark hickey on your neck. "See that? Tell everyone I did that." He whispers, grinding his hips to hit your sweet spot at the end of the sentence, making you moan.

He puts a hand on your back, pushing it lightly. You comply, arching your back so he can go deeper. He moves his hand through your body, landing at your hips, gripping at the sides and moving you with him. He picks up his speed, slamming your skin with his. The force makes you lose control, moans spilling out of your lips as he hits that perfect spot inside you. "You're gonna cum, baby? Yeah?" He praises, chin brushing the top of your head as you look at him with a lust-filled gaze, nodding. He shifts his hips, pounding inside you in a brutal pace, one hand creeping on your front, drawing circles on your clit. Your hands grip the counter until your knuckles go white, your orgasm unraveling as you force yourself to look at him. You squeeze around him and he grunts, mouth hanging open as you feel him release himself around you, fucking you through. You come down from your highs, breathing heavily, feeling him pull out halfway before he lowers his head again, jaw brushing your forehead. "I told you you're fucking mine."