alyssarafeslut

[alyssarafeslut]

security!rafe x strange!reader

warning: smut, rough, degrading, aggression.

+18 MDNI !!

“here.” I hand my identity to the bouncer at the club my friend and I were about to enter - a sick club.

“hot.” the security guard says, looking at my identity and looking into my smoky eyes. He hands my identity back to me, still maintaining eye contact with me.

slowly, I take it, and maintain eye contact with him, my eyes having a certain doe-like look. “thanks.” I say, prolonging the ‘ks’ in the end of the sentence.

he smirks, his lips curving as we walked past him, entering the club, I could feel him studying my walk, my ass.

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a few moments enjoying the club, with a straw dancing in my mouth, a few shots already down my throat, my friend starts looking around and,when she sees the security guard looking at me she calls me over. “y/n, hey.” I take my attention away from the straw dancing in my mouth and look at her. “what?” I say. “that security guard who hit on you is totally checking you the fuck out.”

i turn to face him - was already drunk enough. - damn, he was hot, hadn't noticed. I give a small smile, waving at him. He immediately responds with a mischievous smile, nodding for me to follow him into an alley.

I follow him, disappearing into the shadows. When I appear in the alley, I turn to one side looking for him, I hear a whistle, making me turn to the other side and see him leaning against the wall.

“you called me into an alley jus' to fuck me?” he nods.

“i did. you look fuckin' hot." i grin, walking towards him.

i lean in to kiss him, but he stops me, holding my waist roughly needy.

“before we do this... i have a question for ya.”

i frown briefly and nod. “shoot.”

he leans close to me, whispering against my lips. “you into rough or soft?” i smile sideways, leaning his ear.

“fucking rough.” he grins, getting hard to the thought of it.

“good girl.” he aggressively grabs my neck, like he mean it, squeezing till my face's red. i shamelessly smile, he pulls me roughly to a kiss, moaning against my mouth as I do the same.

my hands start roaming over his body, finding their way to his belt, undoing it, quickly. I start caressing his length under his pants. “you shameless whore, want me to fuck you in this filthy alley, don't ya?” he says, against my mouth. “m'yeah" i moan against his. “good. suck me off first tho.” he says, more like a order.

quickly i I knelt before him, pulling his length out of his boxers, licking the tip, and the whole right after. then I fully take in my mouth, sucking him off like crazy, sloppy and rough. I could hear his groans and moans while he hold out my hair, pulling so I could feel pain while pleasuring him. he rolls his eyes to the back of his skull, the grip on my hair tightening.

when I take it out of my mouth, I gasp for air, looking at him, getting up just to kiss him all over again, making him taste his taste. “fucking insane.” he growls in my mouth, his hand finding it's way to pull up the hem of my dress, finding my wet folds, covered in a shamelessly tiny lacey panties. “fucking wet for a stranger... such a slut.” he growls in my ear while starting to roughly stroke my pussy, making me moan and gasp against his lip, while he bite the same.

i notice a group of guys watching us, and it only turns me on more. he buries his face on my neck, making me tilt my head back, rolling my eyes. “ngh- fuck...” i gasp in a breath. slowly he runs his hand to my tits, squeezing them, roughly.

“mmh...theyre fuckin' perfect, nice and small.” he whisper, squeezing hard 'em. “turn around.”

without a second thought i do as he say, turning. “bend.” he commands, pushing my back to bend to him. With a gasp I find myself bending with the hem of my dress lifted to my stomach as he lines up at my entrance.

without a warning, he aggressively thrust inside me, in and out unstoppably. he growls to each thrust, holding my waist and pulling my hair, making my neck tilt back, my gaze meeting his. “such. good. slut.” he says to each strong, aggressive thrust.

he turns me around after a few minutes, stroking incessantly my pussy, making me wetter than before. I moan so loud he had to shush me with a slap on my cheek, making me smile. “shut the fuck up.” he whisper stopping stroking me. I whine.

“please continue.” his eyes darken, tapping my inner thighs. “spread 'em a little, beautiful.” he says more softly, somehow still sounding rough. I do as he tell, spreading my legs a little. he thrust his still hard cock between my legs, rubbing my clit with it. “m' fuck!” I moan, he muffled those with a rough passionate kiss, with thrusting between my legs. “oh- my fuckin' god! 'm gonna cum!” he deepens his grin, thrusting faster, his orgasm getting close too.

“ngh- ah, fuck!” he growls collapsing on my shoulders, cumming all over my thighs. I cum right after, letting out a long moan.

“that shit- that was incredible.” he says tugging himself back in his pants.

“yeah... fuckin' insane.” I say putting my dress correctly. “ill see you around.” I say walking back into the club.

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I meet my friend back, finishing a drink with her. “so? you fucked?” she asks excitedly. I nod and laugh. we returned home with my legs shaking and his warm cum dripping in my thighs. what a night. and I don't even know the blue-eye blonde security's name. better this way.

[alyssarafeslut]

this... this is relationship goals 😩😩

Frat Rafe Headcanons

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 warnings: Pet names, unprotected p in v, mentions of oral sex, public sex, choking, jealousy, ownership kink, perv Rafe, recording sex, possessive, mentions of fighting, degradation

⭐️ republished ⭐️

Meeting Him…

Frat Rafe – Who first noticed you from across the lecture hall. Luckily for him, you were sitting next to a pledge who quickly switched seats the second Rafe gave him a hard look. He didn’t say a whole lot at first, chuckling to himself as he watched a little blush creep across the apples of your cheeks when he spread his thighs slightly brushing his knee against yours.

Frat Rafe – Who couldn’t take his eyes off of you through the soapy glass at the Fraternity Car Wash. You shamelessly recorded the show, giggling and smiling as he and his brothers washed cars between slow grinds and finger-drawn hearts. A very wet Rafe Cameron somehow made it through the car window, his tall frame barely fitting inside the cab as he continued to work for your cash. He danced to the music blaring through the speakers, smiling cheekily as you tucked a few extra dollars in his short red trunks.

Frat Rafe – Who waved you down before you could pull out of the lot, jogging up to your freshly cleaned car, asking you to come out to the bar that night.

Frat Rafe – Who sent three back-to-back text messages before you could pull away, the third making your mouth fall open. You looked through the window, watching Rafe chuckle and smirk, pretty proud of himself at the reaction that he got from you and the smile you couldn’t take off your lips.

Frat Rafe – Who you fucked after the first date. You couldn’t stop thinking about him after the carwash, his tanned, toned skin glistening in the sun. It was unclear just how many times you watched that fucking video, but it was a lot. You couldn’t wait to get your hands on him. Rafe Cameron lived up to every one of the rumors. The sex was amazing, the best you ever had, rough and slow, fast when you needed it. His long thick cock filled you deliciously. It seemed like he was always one step ahead of you; like he knew what you wanted before you even asked. His beautiful blue eyes were always on you, hazed with sex. His soft lips and tongue pleased you again and again ‘til you were a babbling mess.

Dating Frat!Rafe…

Frat Rafe – Who’s affectionate and gentle with you. Only you get to see that side of him, Rafe, reserving all his sweetness for you.

Frat Rafe – Who loves to wrap his strong arm around your neck in doggy, tugging you as close as possible, ‘til you’re begging him to let you cum.

Frat Rafe – Who went absolutely crazy the first time you called him daddy. The petname quickly became his favorite.

Frat Rafe – Who loves to brag about you to his frat brothers, especially when he’s drunk. The blonde, quick to remind them how much better you are than the girls they are hitting on to the point where it’s downright rude. You’ll scold his tipsy ass, and he’ll sass you as he continues to dog his friend until you have no choice but to smash your lips against his and steal the words off his lips.

Frat Rafe – Who sent you this message just a few days after you started talking:

Little did you know how much it was on his mind. He hated that you weren’t official. A much as Rafe wanted you to belong to him, he wanted to belong to you.

Frat Rafe – Who asked you out that night ‘cause he couldn’t wait any longer.

Frat Rafe – Who loves sneaking away with you at parties. Sure, he loves showing you off, but his favorite thing to do is chill in his truck, listening to music while the two of you share a joint and talk.

Frat Rafe – Who would rather spend every night at your place than the frat house because he can actually relax. Some nights you go to sleep alone and wake up with Rafe’s strong body hugging you from behind after he let himself in with the key you had cut just for him. He couldn’t sleep and needed you.

Frat Rafe – Who lives in weathered fraternity t-shirts and snapbacks if he’s not rocking a crisp polo. At any function, Rafe’s hat usually ends up on your head, one way or another, left on from time to time when you suck him off or ride his cock.

Frat Rafe – Who doesn’t trust any of his frat brothers around you but Top. If you’re coming over to hang out he’s meeting you out at your car to walk you in. If you’re at a party his hand is in yours, resting on your back, draped over your shoulder, or wrapped around your waist. He loves the contact just as much as he loves keeping you safe.

Frat Rafe – Who texts you cute/horny shit when he’s drunk and you’re away.

He often questions how he got so lucky or why are you dating me again? Rafe knows you love him, he just loves hearing it. His frat brothers also know when you’re gone for the weekend because Rafe turns into an absolute dick, bitching about everything until you’re back.

Frat Rafe – Who doesn’t care if people can hear the two of you having sex in fact he loves it. Rafe coaches you through each orgasm, trying hard to get you screaming for him.

“C’mon, princess… Let these boys hear how good daddy’s givin’ it to you.”

“Shh… Baby, I’d hate for all these guys to hear what a filthy fuckin’ slut you are f’me.”

“Bet he didn’t think I was fuckin’ you right. What do you think he thinkin’ now huh?”

He also loves watching you walk back into the party all flushed and wobbly knowing that he was the reason you were weak in the knees. Rafe loves to mark you with love bites, and hand prints, dark hickies on your cleavage that peek out of your low-cut dress, pairing beautifully with the sparkly little R pendant around your neck.

Frat Rafe – Who dedicates every Wednesday night for date night and will never let a frat meeting or function interfere.

Frat Rafe – Who’s a surprisingly good dancer. He’ll only dance at the bar if he’s wasted, but when he does, your ass is pressed up against him with his strong hands clutching your hips. It doesn’t take long until you’re dress is bunched up around your waist, panties pushed to the side, with Rafe’s pants in a puddle around his ankles as he fills you up in the dingy bar bathroom. On the other hand, if you’re at the frat house, it only takes a song or two until your bent over the bathroom sink or pressed up against the hallway wall.

Frat Rafe – Who couldn’t wait for Spring Break. Each drunken day was spent at the beach with his frat brothers and your friends – each night, a different bar. But Rafe made sure you still had some moments alone whether it be to take you shopping, share a beer, or watch the sunset.

Frat Rafe – Who got rid of his dirt bike and bought a motorcycle instead. Of course, making sure he bought a helmet for you so he could bring you to class or for a cruise around campus.

Frat Rafe – Who fell in love with you all over again when you made him a beer poster with yourself as the model. You had no idea how much he loved it until you showed up to the next frat party and saw it framed on the wall.

Frat Rafe – Who’s gotten in trouble with the law a few times for fighting. Rafe, no stranger to a fight on account of you when someone tries to start shit or gets handsy. He never ends up making it to jail, usually talking or paying his way out of it.

Frat Rafe – Who knows your class schedule like the back of his hand. Whenever he’s at the library he’ll text you and ask if you need a study break which is code for stuffing you full of his cock in study room D.

Frat Rafe – Who jealously gets the better of him, and when he pisses you off, all it takes is a flirty smile and a wave at one of his frat brothers or a hockey player to set him off. The rest of the night consists of rough, possessive sex, and punishment which somehow turns into sweet, slow passionate sex where’s he’s mumbling I love you’s and I’m sorry’s between deep strokes and kisses.

Frat Rafe – Who loves it when you wear his clothes, especially his oversized frat t-shirts paired with your cute little panties.

Frat Rafe – Who sends you gym selfies because he knows how crazy they make you, especially post-workout shots.

Frat Rafe – Who couldn’t keep his hands or eyes off you at the frat formal. It was hard not to think about the future when you looked so pretty in your white sparkly dress.

Frat Rafe – Who’s fiercely loyal. You never need to worry about other girls around him, but the sight of it still makes you jealous. Rafe is quick to assure you you’re all he wants and needs.

Frat Rafe – Who has a thing for your panties. The lacey and prettier the better; wrapped around the shift of his truck, looped over the hand of his bedroom door, the rung of his bedpost, anywhere and everywhere. He loves to wrap them around the base of his cock when you ride him or knot them around your wrists when he ties you to his headboard. But his eyes roll back in his skull when you stuff them in his mouth because he loves how you taste.

Frat!Rafe – Who loves recording the two of you having sex and frequently snaps pictures of you just ‘cause.

Frat!Rafe – Who won’t just send you dick pics when you ask, but videos with the sounds on, usually moaning your name until he’s spilling onto his hand, using the pictures or videos the two of you took as porn.

Frat!Rafe – Who had to change his lock screen when you took him home for the holidays because it was a picture of you in his favorite lingerie.

Frat!Rafe – Who has pictures of you everywhere and he doesn’t care who sees because don’t you wish you had a girl like mine.