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₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐭.𝟐

pairing: rafe cameron x camgirl!reader

summary: ❝screw your anonymity, loving me is all you need to feel like i do.❞ — you and rafe start a stream of your own.

warnings: shy!reader, fluff, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, fingering, recorded sex, unprotected sex, use of the name ‘daddy’ (just two times), concerned rafe when he makes you collapse on his bed, teasing, multiple orgasms, cream pie

word count: 3k

taglist: @breeistired @maybankslover @kjwritesalot @rafesweetheartttt @mattyskies @b00kdiary @peachesmilk @nayveetbhh @pnkplled @harrys-humble-housewife @f4ll-for-you @drewstarkeyswifehoe @secretly-tumb1r @dark1paradise @shelby-x @stayonmars @popbangcrash @cherryblossworld @idonteatpinecones @belongtoyou-u

a/n: part two of this oneshot because it was so heavily requested <3 this takes place immediately after the first part! series masterlist

you stared at him, your heart racing in your chest as he looked at you expectantly. “what?” apart of you knew it was pointless to play dumb, but you felt scared right now. not by rafe himself, but being in a room with a man who’s watched you for months was probably the worst case scenario for someone who does what you do. as if he could sense your unease, he backed away, holding his hands up reassuringly. “you could leave right now, and we’ll never speak again. i’m not gonna hurt you, you have my word.” you glanced at the door and then back at him.

“you won’t do anything to me?” your voice was shaky, rafe’s eyes softening at your tone. “i swear i won’t do anything to you.” you glanced at the door once more before you relaxed. “okay, i’ll stay.” you breathed, nervously fiddling with the small pendant on your necklace. “can i sit down?” he pointed at the spot next to you. scooting over to keep some distance, you nodded. he moved slowly, keeping his eyes on you as he took a seat. “so.. you’re y/n?” your cheeks burned as you looked down at your hands. “yes. and you’re rafecam?” you saw his head move from the corner of your eye. “i am.” he spoked quietly, trying to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

it was silent for a moment before you finally faced him. “thank you for all the gifts and donations, i appreciate every single one.” rafe shook his head. “it’s nothing, really. i love your content, if that wasn’t already obvious.” both of you laughed softly. “thank you.” you met his eyes, your smile faltering as you thought deeply. “i put on a persona for the camera, i’m really not as flirty in real life.” he blinked, moving closer. “that’s alright, i think i like you like this more.” he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. you melted into his touch, rafe taking notice.

“you know.. i really enjoyed not putting a face to who you were because it was pure fantasy. but looking at you now? it makes me want you more. you’re fucking breathtaking.” rafe thumbed your chin, his other hand resting on your thigh. “you’re too sweet.” you looked up at him through your eyelashes, realizing how close he’s gotten. “i have to be honest, i didn’t expect you to look, or be as young as i initially thought.” at this, rafe started tracing shapes into your skin. “thought i was some ugly, old fart?” you couldn’t help the laugh that fell from your lips.

“well i wouldn’t say those words exactly, but yeah. most of the men i’ve interacted with, virtually of course, was either old or really not that good looking.” he listened to you, loving the sound of your voice. “well i’m just young.” he shrugged. “and handsome.” you added, making rafe playfully wink at you. this man had to be a heartbreaker, he was too smooth with everything he did. “if you say so.” there was a small pause before he took your hand in his. “still feeling scared?” you shook your head, letting him trace your bottom lip with his thumb.

“good. i don’t want you to be scared. i plan for us to spend a lot of time together.” you raised your eyebrows at his words. “really?” he hummed in response. “yeah, i’ve set my sights on you, i gotta have you now.” butterflies erupted in your tummy at his possessiveness. “you could still be a camgirl, but you’re going to be my girl, too.” his eyes bore into yours. “that alright with you?” you smiled, leaning into him. “yeah, i’d like that.” rafe closed the gap between you two, kissing you ever so gently. you were hesitant but after he took the time to make sure you felt okay, it wasn’t long before you were kissing him back.

eventually the soft dance of your lips turned into something more carnal, more desperate. he laid you down, his teeth nipping at the soft skin of your neck before he sat back on his heels, admiring your frame underneath him. “this is a really pretty dress, doll,” his fingers tugging at the hem, “can i see what’s underneath?” you took your bottom lip between your teeth, moving your hands away as a silent go-ahead. he lifted the soft material, revealing your soft pink underwear. “oh, baby, this cunt is gonna be so much prettier in person, isn’t it?” the cool air of his room made you shudder, his middle finger running over the wet spot inbetween your folds.

“touch yourself for me.” he pulled away, unlooping his belt with one hand and taking his shirt off with the other. you marveled at the muscles that rippled under his skin, the veins in his arms making you rub your thighs together. slipping your hand under the waistband of your panties, your hips bucked when your fingertips skimmed your clit. “let me see those eyes, sweetheart. want you to look at me while you play with that pussy.” his words alone were like foreplay to you.

you did as he said, a cocky grin gracing his lips as you struggled to keep your gaze on him. “look at that,” he pulled your underwears down, moving your hand so he could spread you apart. you whimpered, his mouth falling open as he took in the sight of your soaked cunt. “so fucking perfect, my god.” he groaned, your slick shining under the soft light of his bedside lamp. “you wanna do something for me?” you swallowed nervously as he unzipped his pants.

“yes.” rafe lowered his jeans, his cock straining against his boxers. “get your palm wet, i want your slick on my cock.” you pressed your hand flat against your cunt, gathering your wetness before stroking his length, your thumb running over his tip. he cursed under his breath as he watched your hand glide with ease. this was hands down the hottest thing he has ever seen. here you were, bottom lip between your teeth, using your arousal as lube to jack him off. “fuck, that feels amazing.” he leaned down, rubbing your clit as both of you moaned at each other’s touch.

“please don’t stop, rafe,” your thighs were already shaking as he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look down at his hand that magically knew exactly how you liked to be touched. his fingers were huge, a sob escaping from you when he finally plunged them inside, your fist still moving over his cock. the noises in this room right now was nothing short of obscene. “fuck,” rafe’s head fell back as you picked up your pace, his hips chasing you with every stroke. the sight of him trying to contain himself was easily your new favorite view.

his abs constricted with restraint, his chest heaving with pleasure as your fingers glided over the ridges of his length. when he looked down at you, his eyes were dark, almost predatory as he took your lips, roughly kissing you with fervor. soon enough, you found yourself teetering over the edge of euphoria. “i- i can’t, rafe!” he smiled as he watched you lose yourself, eventually not being able to hold your head up as you pushed yourself into his pillows.

“let it go for me, baby. let me feel you.” your mouth hung open as he brought you to your climax, your hand falling from his cock to grip his sheets in a poor attempt to stable yourself. rafe was mesmerized by you in every way, your lips perfectly swollen and pretty. your back arched, your eyes rolling back as you shuddered. “fuck.” you whimpered, letting out a shaky breath as your legs trembled. you felt rafe’s teeth on your collarbone, his tongue running over the tender spots.

“you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen.” rafe pecked your cheek, using his other hand to stroke your face. it felt like eternity before you came down from your high, your eyes damp with tears as you gazed up at him. he pulled his fingers out of you, your eyes widening as you watched him pop the digits in his mouth, licking you clean off of them. “sweet just like i thought.” you blinked, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer. “please fuck me, ‘want you so bad.” he groaned, his arms caging you in.

“oh, i’m gonna fuck you,” his voice was raspy in your ear, “but i have an idea.” he pulled away, grabbing your phone from where your purse laid at the edge of the bed. “let me stream it.” you laughed softly, waiting for him to say he was joking. he stared back, his facial expression dead serious. “you’d be okay with being on camera?” you took your phone, unlocking the device and opening the streaming app. “no one will see our faces, why not?” you stayed silent for a moment, tapping on the ‘go live!’ icon. “why not.” you used his words, passing him the phone. “how do you want me, daddy?”

rafe gave your thigh a teasing squeeze. “call me that again and i might just cum by that alone.” you laughed, brushing your fingers through your hair. “i can’t call you by your real name while we’re live.” you pulled your dress down so it was covering your lower half once again. “daddy it is.” he brought your knuckles to his lips. “i want you on all fours, arch that back for me.” you did as he said, his cock resting on your ass. he gave your hair a few tugs, “you alright if i do this?”

you hummed, grinding against him instinctively. “and you’re okay with me calling you names?” he spanked you, a yelp falling from your lips. “yes, rafe.” he rubbed your skin, nodding to himself. “listen, if at anytime you want me to stop or end the live just give me the word, beautiful. ‘sound good?” like you’d ever tell him to stop. “mhmm.” you’ve wanted him to fuck you for so long, the excitement already settling in your belly. you heard the familiar ding, indicating that rafe started the live. “alright, we’re on baby.”

rafe turned the phone horizontally, your ass peeking out from the bottom of your dress as you waited for him. “welcome in, losers, looks like i found your favorite internet slut at a party.” you suppressed a laugh, your eyes shutting momentarily before you felt him move behind you. “as you can see..” he lifted your dress, exposing your pussy, “i’ve already finger fucked this beauty, so she’s soaked and ready for me, ain’t you baby?” you moaned, clenching around nothing as rafe ran a hand up your back, taking your dress with it before pinning you down by the back of your head.

“a lot of people are mad on here, should we piss them off more?” rafe slapped you, hard, making you squeak out a ‘yes, daddy!’ in which he groaned. “this pretty thing has been so good for me, so let’s not make her wait, yeah?” he trailed his tip between your folds, both of you shuddering as he entered you slowly. “oh, my god,” rafe watched the way you sucked him in like a vice, his eyes screwing shut once you squeezed around him. once he was done filling you to the hilt, you knew you were a goner when he rested his hand in the curve of you hip, pulling out and slamming back into you like there was no tomorrow.

“shit,” rafe said through gritted teeth, your fingers curling into fists as a cry fell from your lips. “you’re unreal.” you started moving your hips, meeting his thrusts rhythmically. in this position you could feel every delicious stroke of his cock, your knees going weak as he pressed you into the mattress. rafe loved that you could keep up with him despite barely being able to keep yourself from falling apart. he looked up from where he was watching you take him and felt pleased when he saw your jaw slack, your mouth hanging open as he grazed your g-spot repeatedly.

“oh, man, it hasn’t even been ten minutes and this perfect little slut is already cock drunk.” rafe threaded his fingers through your hair, pulling you up roughly. “fuck, yes!” your back met his chest, his arm draping across your waist. rafe covered your face with his hand, extending the phone out so your tits were bouncing on screen. “please give it to me!” rafe laughed breathlessly, leaving wet, open mouth kisses along your shoulder. “aw does everyone hear that? ‘doll face here wants me to fill her up with my cum.” his hips snapped into you faster, making you double over back into his bed.

he put the phone down, quickly moving your hair before whispering to you. “holy fuck, are you okay?” your eyes blinked open, a lazy smile forming on your lips as you nodded. “i can’t hold myself up when you’re fucking me like that.” rafe sighed in relief, wiping the stray tears from your eyes. “get on your back for me,” he helped you turn over, pulling your dress off as he handed you back your phone. you pointed the camera at his lower half where he inserted himself between your thighs.

“we have a pillow princess here, everyone.” you giggled, slapping rafe playfully. glancing at the viewer count, your eyes nearly popped out of your head as the number ‘10.7k’ flashed at you. “it’s almost like i should be a permanent guest.” the smile on your face disappeared once rafe tapped his cock against your clit. with shaky hands, you whimpered as you watched him move in and out, his arms securing your legs over his shoulders. while rafe fucked you into oblivion, he cursed as you clenched around him sporadically. it wasn’t until his fingers started working on your sensitive bundle of nerves that you dropped your phone, forgetting all about the device as you took hold of his wrists, your nails digging into his skin.

rafe couldn’t care any less about the stream, all his focus zeroing in on you and making you cum as hard as you possibly can. “rafe-” his name slipped before you could stop yourself. he was quick to give you a reassuring nod. “shh, it’s okay,” he leaned down, kissing you so you couldn’t make the same mistake twice. truth be told, he really didn’t care that you said his name on live. “i-i’m gonna cum!” you screamed as the band in your stomach finally snapped.

rafe wondered if you could see the hearts in his eyes as he watched you shake and writhe underneath him. it wasn’t long before his own orgasm caught up to him, his grip on your ankles tightening as he emptied himself inside of you. “so fucking perfect..” he whispered to himself, letting his hands soothe you as you came down from your climax. “i can’t feel my legs.” you laughed. rafe smiled, slowly pulling out before laying your limbs down. your vision was fuzzy and you could barely form a thought as you looked up at the ceiling.

rafe grabbed your phone just as a message notification chimed in. “i think the live ended when you dropped the phone.” he laid next to you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “can you check my messages, i don’t think i can read right now.” you yawned, curling into his chest as he brought his arms around you. “it’s from chelsea,” he tapped on your friend’s contact, reading the text out loud, “just got some fire d in the bathroom, i’m going back to warren’s place. don’t wait up for me!” before you could register what he said, he started typing.

“what are you telling her?” you watched as his lip quirked up. “i’m telling her that you just got some fire d, too.” your post orgasm bliss was cut short once you realized you needed to find a way to get back home. “shit, what time is it?” you sat up, “nearly ten o’clock. why?” rafe walked to his dresser, pulling out a t-shirt. “oh my god, the ferry station is already closed..” you chewed on your bottom lip, looking up at rafe as he pulled you up. “did you really think that i was gonna send you home after this? we’ll take a shower and call it a night.” he lead you to the connected bathroom, turning the water on.

“rafe. you really don’t have to do this, there’s a whole birthday party going on for you downstairs.” he helped you into the bathtub, stepping in right behind you. “are you kidding? people aren’t here for me, they just want free booze.” he laughed, his words making you pout. “that’s kinda sad..” you trailed off, your muscles relaxing under the hot water. “that’s just kook life, baby.” you turned around, looking at him questionably. “i heard chelsea say something about that, what’s a ‘kook’?” rafe started washing your hair, explaining the island’s lore with the whole ‘kooks vs. pogues’ thing.

“so.. it’s basically the rich people against the poor people?” rafe finished rinsing himself off, closing off the water before guiding you out of the tub. “hey, the poor people are against us too.” you shivered, crossing your arms over your chest as rafe wrapped you in a towel. “thank you.” your doe eyes looked up at rafe as he planted a kiss to your lips. “no, thank you. you’re doing me a favor just by being here with me.” he lead you back to his bedroom where he slipped on a pair of boxers, and you an oversized t-shirt.

once he had you in his bed, he reached over and turned the lamp off. pulling you into his chest, you never felt more safe than being in his arms, your fingers running across his skin. the music from the party still thumped from downstairs. “sorry you’re not down there with your friends.” you whispered, a small tinge of guilt hitting you in the chest. “don’t be. i’d take this over anything,” he rubbed your back soothingly, “best birthday gift ever.”

frat!rafe x tutor!reader who are mortal enemies until one day rafe is begging her to help him study for finals. “please. i wouldn’t be here on my knees if i didn’t need this.” she’d pull him up by the collar of his shirt, dragging him to an empty aisle in the library. “fine! just stop. you’re embarrassing me in front of my book club.” she’d scribble down her number, pushing the pink sticky note into his chest before walking away. frat!rafe who pockets a pair of her panties when she brings him to her dorm for the first time. tutor!reader who scolds rafe when he’s too busy flirting with her instead of focusing on his work (she secretly loves it).

frat!rafe x tutor!reader whose study sessions slowly started turning into movie nights and staying up till three in the morning. “i think it’s time for you to let me stay the night.” he’d stretch out on her mattress, his outfit striking a stark contrast to her hyperfeminine bedding. “sure, on the floor you go.” fifteen minutes later, and they found themselves awake in the dark, rafe painfully hard in his boxers while he laid on the fluffy rug next to her bed, and reader sexually frustrated that a man as hot as rafe was in arm’s reach and she couldn’t do anything about it. tutor!reader who started wearing mini skirts, pretending to drop stuff around her dorm in hopes of rafe catching a glimpse of her ass.

frat!rafe who definitely notices the reader’s advances and is struggling everyday not to slut her out the way he so badly wants to. tutor!reader who finally lets rafe play his music, flashing him a fake smile everytime he turned to see if she approved of the future lyrics emitting from her laptop. frat!rafe who stopped going to parties on the weekend so he could stay the night at reader’s dorm instead (yes, he’s still on the floor). tutor!reader who starts feeling sad that finals season is coming to an end, because she thinks rafe will go ghost now that he technically doesn’t need her anymore. frat!rafe who shows up to reader’s dorm, worried but still frustrated since she had been ignoring him for a little bit over a week already. “did i do something wrong? i’m just a little confused here..”

tutor!reader who finds herself bent over rafe’s lap, crying out in both pleasure and pain from his hand delivering harsh smacks to her ass. “don’t you ever ignore me like that again.” rafe would say through gritted teeth. frat!rafe who finally gives in, making her keep on her mini skirt and kitten heels while he fucks her into oblivion. frat!rafe x tutor!reader who both pass their finals with flying colors, and go public with their relationship the very next day. “my girl is beauty and brains, it doesn’t get more better than that.” he’d be admiring her from afar, gushing about her to all his frat bros.

toxic!rafe manhandling toxic!reader when she gets bratty or snappy with him

warnings: dealer!rafe, sorta toxic relationship, cheating accusations, arguing, cussing, yelling, physical violence

[11:15 PM] ‘ray <333’ stopped sharing location with you

“what the fuck?” you sat up, staring at the words on your screen like they weren’t real. you called him not once, not twice, but ten times until you were pacing back and forth, imagining your boyfriend balls deep inside someone else. he said he’d be out dealing with barry on the cut, and that was more than enough reason for you to think of the worst. eventually you calmed down, your head shooting in the direction of the door once you heard it open. “what are you doing up still?” rafe tossed his keys on the dresser, plopping down on the bed with a sigh.

“it’s two in the morning, rafe.” your voice was eerily calm, immediately making his eyebrows knit in confusion. “yeah, and?” he reached for your arm, which you pulled away. “what the fuck is wrong with you?” he got up, dragging you with him. “why did you turn off your location?! you didn’t answer any of my calls.. what do you expect me to think?!” you shouted, pushing him in the chest, which turned out to be useless because he didn’t even budge. “i expect you to understand that if i’m not answering the phone it’s because i’m busy conducting business,” his grip on your wrists made your skin burn, “i didn’t just stop sharing my location, but i turned my phone off altogether because barry gets all fuckin’ paranoid. i wasn’t fucking around if that’s what you think.” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“you’re a liar.” you shoved him again, this time making him stumble. “how many times have i told you that i don’t even want to look at anyone else, let alone fuck them?! while you’re here driving yourself crazy, i’m out there making money for us so i could keep you happy,” he followed you into your shared closet, taking the bag you were stuffing clothes in, “you’re not going anywhere.” you shot daggers at each other, both of you fuming with anger. “i know that look in your eye. don’t do anything stupid, y/n.” you glanced at the keys on the dresser, rafe already two steps ahead of you as he picked you up and pinned you down to the bed. you let out a yelp, unable to move underneath his weight.

“i love you, alright? i would never hurt you like that. what did i say when i first put that promise ring and that pretty little finger?” your gaze softened, as did rafe’s. “you said you’d always be honest with me.” he nodded, letting your hands free. “i meant every word.” his voice was barely above a whisper as he leaned in slowly, taking your lips in a gentle kiss. as much as you adored this soft side of rafe, you couldn’t help but grind against him, his teeth nipping your bottom lip in response. “now i have to fuck you back in your place.”

omggg i’m obsessed with your aesthetic like the pictures you use and the coquette vibes with rafe i love

this means so much to me!! i’m very picky when it comes to my moodboards because i want to capture exactly what i’m going for in text, but in pictures (i hope this makes sense lolll)

out of school for the next few days so i’ll be answering all asks! leave requests in my inbox <333

hi! i just found your blog and i wanted to say i love it so much! ur vibe is so cutesy. i was wondering if you could write a drabble about sucking rafe off after he has a good night for business and hes all proud of himself and once you two get home from the party he sold all the coke at you just get on your knees in front of your bed and say you wanna make ur daddy feel good 🤗🤗🤗. -👛

warnings: fluff, dealing of drugs, mentions of marriage and pregnancy, slight praise, oral (m receiving), use of the name daddy (just once)

“eight hundred, nine hundred.. three thousand!” you and rafe shouted, both of you hugging each other tightly as he stuffed the wad of cash in his pocket. “what the fuck?!” he smiled like he couldn’t believe he made that much money in the last hour. you bounced in his lap, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “see, i told you you’d sell out!” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you up with him as he slung his now empty backpack over his shoulder. the ride back home consisted of rafe blasting his music, the wind blowing through your hair as he hollered out the window.

“are you happy?” rafe intertwined his fingers with yours, bringing your knuckles up to his lips. “only with you by my side.” you swear your heart melted into a puddle on the floor as he pulled into the driveway of tanneyhill. “don’t touch that door handle.” you laughed as you watched him run around the truck, a squeal sounding from your mouth when he whisked you away, making your sandal fall off. “rafe!” he shushed you. “i’ll get it in the mornin’.” you slapped his chest playfully, surrendering to him as he carried you inside. “this is how i’d take you upstairs after our wedding on the beach.” you gazed up at him, sighing dreamily as he stopped in front of his bedroom door.

“yeah?” he hummed, taking you inside where he softly laid you down on his bed. “and then i’d make the sweetest love to you, ‘make sure you get all pretty and pregnant.” he leaned in, kissing you gently. there was no better feeling than being able to submit to rafe when he gave you all the reassurance and love you never had to ask for. before you could welcome him between your legs, he pulled away, emptying his pockets on the dresser. you bit your lip, sliding your dress down your thighs until you were left in nothing but your underwear. rafe watched you lower yourself on your knees, his gaze darkening once you met his eyes in the mirror.

“why are you on the floor?” he knew why, but he wanted to hear the words leave your lips. “.. i just want to make my daddy feel good.” he nodded, more to himself than you, his cock already hardening in his shorts. he walked over, manspreading as he took a seat at the edge of the bed. you ran your hands over his thighs, your perfectly manicured fingers working him out of his clothes. “you know.. everything you do, i know you do it for us,” you brought a hand down to his erection, “for me..” your lips skimmed his ear, making him shudder. “you always take care of me,” he watched you take him out of his boxers, your eyes gleaming with need, “can i take care of you?”

it wasn’t long before you had rafe in your throat, his fingers tugging at the roots of your hair while he struggled to keep his eyes open. “oh my fucking god.” his jaw clenched as tears started forming in your eyes. he had made you clasp your hands behind your back so he could thrust his hips into your mouth at an unforgiving speed. you knew once he held your head at his pubic bone that he was going to cum. you moaned at the same time he did, swallowing around his tip while you took every drop of his hot load. rafe was a groaning mess as he came down from his high, pulling you off of his cock with a gasp. “you okay, baby?” he rubbed the spots of your scalp that he was pulling on. “yes,” your voice sounded raw, making rafe stroke your chin.

“let’s get in the shower, we have a long day of shopping tomorrow.”