pov. you ask if you can be on top tonight and once he finally agrees, under one circumstance…he gets to record you taking all of it.
notes. thank you guys sooo much for almost 100 followers, i appreciate it so much! i’ve gained all of you guys from only this month, i’m so so grateful to see people being as interested in my writing as i am! my requests are always open.
content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, recording during sex, taunting, reader riding rafe, rafe can’t touch reader, kinda dom reader, no proof read, finger sucking, mentions of reader being a bad girl, toxic rafe, really long smut, arguing during sex, edging
no, no, no, no. thats all you hear when you ask rafe if you can be on top tonight, he’s not bad at fucking you, he’s amazing. but you want to see how it’s like to see him struggle to keep up with you. a part of you thinks that’s exactly what it is, weakness.
he doesn’t wanna show it.
he’ll fuck you till you cry, embarrass you, laugh in your face but when it comes to him being done that way? or there is even being a small possibility of that happening, he doesn’t want it.
you’re sat across from him on the couch and figured it wouldn’t hurt to try and ask again. “rafe?” you say, his attention stayed glued to his phone as he hummed in response to you. “yeah?”
when he didn’t receive a response, he looked over at you, lifting his brow. his confusion in his brows. “what?” he repeats. you smile, crawling over to him and placing a leg over his lap to get comfort. his hands lay lightly on your calf, rubbing your legs.
“can i please be on top?” you beg. he didn’t reply, just staring at you and eventually rolling his eyes, lifting his phone up and going back on it. “please rafe.” you plead, getting up and straddling his lap, while you grabbed ahold of his phone and tossed it somewhere on the couch.
now he couldn’t ignore you. he huffs a sigh out his nostrils. “why?” he questioned, his irritation biting at his patience with you. “i want to try it,” you start, his eyes scan your face to see if you’re trying to fuck with him.
his jaw tightened before he adjusted under you. “fine,” he said, as you get excited a knowing smirk grows on his face. “but you got to let me record it.” he whispered, you roll your eyes and get off his lap. “okay, fine. but all it’s gonna show is you struggling to keep up.” you teased which he didn’t find funny.
you’re already naked, straddling rafe’s hips on the bed, his thick cock buried deep inside you as you settle your weight down. the camera on the nightstand lamp is rolling, its little red light steady, catching the full view; your tits heavy and bouncing slightly with every shift, your curves on full display, the soft dip of your waist, the way your ass spreads against his thighs.
you can see just the top of his buzzed hair and the sharp cut of his abs and chest muscles flexing beneath you. he’s on his back, hands slightly fisted in the sheets like he’s fighting the urge already.
“you sure about this?” rafe mutters, voice low and rough, eyes locked on you. “you’re wasting your fucking time, baby. you’re not gonna cum like this. me just laying here doing nothing while you do all the work? that’s cute and all, but we both know you need me moving.” he said, his bitterness showing.
you roll your eyes, palms planted on his chest for balance. “shut up, rafe.” you bark out. he smirks, that cocky tilt to his mouth. “i’m serious. you’re gonna get tired and frustrated and—”
you grab his wrist, bringing his hand up to your face. without breaking eye contact you wrap your lips around two of his fingers, sucking them slow and wet into your mouth, tongue swirling around the digits as you start to move.
you lift your hips and sink back down hard, bouncing on his dick with a slick, filthy sound that fills the room. the camera catches everything, your tits jiggling with every rise and fall, the way your body curves and arches as you ride him.
rafe’s breath catches, his abs tightening under your hands. “fuck… you little—” he groans out. you pull his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop, still bouncing steadily, grinding down deep on every drop so his cock hits that perfect spot inside you. “i said shut up. you don’t get to touch me. you don’t get to move. only i do.” you squeeze your walls around him on purpose, rolling your hips in tight circles that make his jaw clench.
he groans, head tipping back against the pillow, but his hands stay down even as his fingers twitch like he wants to grab your ass or your waist. “you’re gonna regret this when you can’t finish,” he grits out, voice strained.
you lean forward, tits brushing his chest, and bounce faster, the wet slap of skin on skin getting louder. “then stop talking and let me prove you wrong, asshole.” you suck his fingers back into your mouth again, moaning around them as you fuck yourself on his cock, taking every inch over and over while the camera records it all. your body moves like you own him, curves rolling, hips working, completely in control.
your pussy clenching tight around his thick cock with every drop. the camera’s still catching it all. your tits swinging heavy, your curves glistening with a light sheen of sweat, his abs flexing hard underneath you.
rafe’s breathing gets rougher, jaw tight. “why do you even wanna do this?” he growls, voice low and pissed. “huh? my dick not good enough for you anymore? you like me helpless like this or some shit? just laying here while you use me like a fucking toy?” he questions.
you don’t answer. instead you grab his hand again, guiding it straight to your tits. his palm immediately squeezes, rough and greedy, fingers digging into the soft flesh as you ride him harder. you suck two of his fingers back into your mouth, moaning around them, tongue swirling wet and sloppy while your hips keep working.
“answer me,” he snaps, thrusting up once on instinct before catching himself and forcing his hips back down. “you get off on this? controlling me? bet you’re soaked just ’cause i can’t fuck you the way you need.” he continues.
you pop his fingers out just long enough to glare down at him, still bouncing, pussy dripping down his shaft. “shut the fuck up, rafe. you’re not in charge tonight.” you bark out at him.
he squeezes your tit harder, thumb brushing your nipple, voice getting meaner. “yeah? then why the fuck are you dragging this out? we both know you’re gonna get tired and start begging me to flip you over and ruin that pussy like you always do.” he comments.
you lean forward, tits pressing into his hand, and start fucking him faster, the wet slap of your ass hitting his thighs echoing. he’s arguing but his cock is twitching like crazy inside you.
you finally pull off his fingers with a wet sound and look him dead in the eyes, voice breathy and teasing. “i’ve been a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad girl haven’t i?” you teased, which made his jaw almost drop.
the second the words leave your mouth you feel him throb violently inside you, getting even harder, thicker, stretching you fuller. rafe groans deep, his grip on your tit turning almost bruising as his other hand fists the sheets tighter.
“fuck… you’re such a little brat,” he hisses, eyes lit with need. “talking like that while you’re creaming all over my dick. you really think you’re gonna cum before i lose it and grab you?” he asked.
you just smile, rolling your hips slow and deep, letting him feel every inch while you suck his fingers back into your mouth again, moaning loud around them for the camera. the argument keeps spilling out between his gritted teeth, but his body is betraying him more with every bounce.
you lift yourself off his cock with a wet pop, your pussy already aching from how full he felt. rafe’s eyes narrow as you turn around, swinging one leg over so your back is to him. you plant your hands on his thighs for balance, ass right in his face, and sink back down onto his dick reverse, taking every thick inch in one smooth glide.
the camera on the nightstand catches the new angle perfectly, your full ass bouncing, your arched back, the side profile of your tits swinging heavy, and the way your pussy stretches around him.
you look back over your shoulder at him, lips parted, and start riding again, rolling your hips in deep, filthy circles before bouncing harder.
“jesus christ,” rafe murmurs, voice rough. “what the fuck is this now? you really just gonna keep playing these games? turning around like i’m not even worth looking at while you use my dick?” he bitches.
you bite your lip and keep bouncing, ass jiggling with every drop, pushing back so he gets the perfect view. “i know baby… i’m so bad to you,” you purr, voice sweet and teasing.
he scoffs but his hands twitch hard at his sides. “yeah, you are. acting like you own me tonight. you like this shit? making me lay here like a fucking loser while you put on a show for the camera?”
“mmhm, i know,” you moan, looking back at him again as you fuck yourself faster on his cock. your ass claps against his abs with every bounce. “i don’t deserve this dick at all, do i? i’m such a bad, bad girl for treating you like this.”
rafe’s breathing gets heavier. he’s trying to look pissed, jaw clenched tight, but you can feel how much harder he is inside you, throbbing with every teasing word. “keep talking like that and i’m gonna lose it. you think this is funny? huh? acting all bratty just ’cause you get to be on top for five minutes.” he asks.
you reach back for his hand, lacing your fingers with his and guiding it forward. you place his big palm right on the front of your throat, pressing his fingers there lightly like you want him to choke you. the second he grips, you lean back into it, using the leverage to pull him up.
rafe sits up without thinking, chest pressed to your back, his cock driving even deeper from the new angle. the pressure is insane, your walls squeezing tighter around him, your ass grinding down harder as you keep riding. you feel him groan against your shoulder, his hand staying on your throat like he can’t help it.
“fuck… you little tease,” he mutters, voice strained, clearly pretending he hates it even as his hips twitch up to meet you. “you’re really gonna make me sit here and take this shit?” he asks, his voice slightly breaking.
“i know baby,” you whisper back over your shoulder, still bouncing, voice dripping with fake innocence. “i’m so bad… i don’t deserve this dick, but i’m taking it anyway.” you taunt. his grip on your throat tightens just a little, and you can feel how much he’s fighting not to lose control completely.
you keep riding him like that, ass grinding back against his abs in deep, rolling bounces, your pussy taking every inch while his chest presses hot against your back. rafe’s breath is ragged in your ear now, heavy and uneven, his hand still wrapped around the front of your throat.
“fuck… shit,” he mutters under his breath, right against your skin, voice breaking a little. you feel him rub his free palm roughly over his face, like he’s trying to pull himself together, but his cock is pulsing hard inside you, betraying how much he’s struggling. “goddamn it… you’re fucking killing me.” he moans softly.
you hear every filthy curse and smile, looking back over your shoulder at him while you bounce slower but deeper, clenching around him on purpose. “what, you can’t take it baby?” you tease, voice sweet and breathy. “can’t handle me riding you like this? poor rafe… getting all worked up just from laying there and letting me use his dick.” you tease, a whiny moan being let out.
“shut up,” he growls, breath hot and shaky against your ear. his hand tightens slightly on your throat before he suddenly slides it up, clamping his palm firmly over your mouth.
you moan against his hand, the sound muffled, but you gently wrap your fingers around his wrist and pull it away from your lips. you turn your head just enough to keep eye contact, still riding him steady, your ass pressing back against him with every roll of your hips.
“it feels so good rafe,” you whisper, voice dripping with satisfaction. “your cock’s so deep like this… stretching me so fucking full. i love it. i love being bad for you.” you moan out for him.
he lets out a strained groan, forehead dropping against your shoulder as his breath fans hot and heavy across your skin. his other hand grips your hip hard for a second before he forces it back down to the sheets, fighting the rule.
you can feel how tense he is, muscles coiled tight, every inch of him struggling not to flip you over and fuck you his way.
“you’re such a fucking brat,” he hisses in your ear, voice rough and low. “keep talking and i swear to god—” you cut him off with another slow grind, moaning softly. “but it really does feel so good… you can’t even handle hearing how wet i am for you, can you?” you ask and he groans.
rafe curses again under his breath, palm rubbing over his face once more as he tries to steady himself, clearly losing the fight with every bounce of your ass on his cock. the camera keeps rolling, catching every second of his struggle and your teasing control.
you keep riding him deep, ass bouncing against his abs, when rafe’s breath suddenly stutters hard in your ear. “fuck— i’m about to cum,” he growls, voice strained and desperate.
you stop instantly, lifting your hips and sliding all the way off his cock with a slick sound. you look back over your shoulder at him, lips curled in a smug little smile. “you’re gonna cum baby? oh that’s sucks.” you taunt. rafe’s eyes flash with pure annoyance, jaw clenched tight. “are you fucking kidding me right now?”
you turn around fully, pushing his chest until he falls back against the pillows, his muscular body laid out for you again. the camera catches everything, your curves moving over him, tits swaying as you crawl up his body. you hold his gaze the whole time, eyes locked on his as you drag your tongue slowly down the center of his abs, tracing every hard line and ridge, tasting the salt on his skin.
“poor rafe,” you tease softly, licking lower, brushing just above his throbbing cock. “can’t even last with me on top, huh?” you laugh. “you’re such a fucking tease,” he snaps, voice rough with frustration. “you’re really gonna edge me like this? after acting like you own my dick all night? this is bullshit.” he barks out.
you just smile and crawl higher, straddling his lap again. your mouth finds his neck, sucking hard on the skin right below his jaw, pulling a dark hickey to the surface while he keeps arguing.
“you think this is funny?” he hisses, even as his cock twitches hard against your thigh. “stop playing games and fuck me right or i’m taking over—”
you cut him off by wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling yourself close as you sink down onto his cock again slowly, letting every thick inch stretch you open. you moan softly against his neck, sucking another hickey right next to the first one, then another, marking him up while you start riding him in lazy, deep rolls.
“keep arguing, baby,” you whisper, stretching your body down against his, chest pressed to his, hips still working as you ride. your mouth stays on his neck, sucking and licking, leaving a trail of fresh hickeys while your pussy squeezes around him. “tell me how mad you are… i love when you get all pissed like this.”
rafe groans, hands fisting the sheets again as he fights not to grab you, his body tense and trembling underneath yours. the camera on the nightstand keeps recording every second, your ass moving, your mouth claiming his neck, his abs flexing with every slow grind of your hips.
you keep riding him slow and deep, mouth latched onto his neck, sucking fresh hickeys into his skin while your hips roll in filthy circles.
rafe’s breathing is wrecked, chest heaving under you. suddenly he sits up straighter, back leaving the pillows, muscles flexing hard as he tries to pull away from the overwhelming pleasure, jaw locked tight like he’s fighting not to blow his load too soon.
“fuck… wait—” he mutters, voice strained.
you don’t let him escape. you lift one leg up and put it where he bends his arm, his arm naturally hooking your leg over his arm, spreading yourself open even more. the new angle forces his cock impossibly deeper, hitting that perfect spot with every grind. it tricks him instantly, his hips buck up hard, fucking into you just right despite trying to stay still.
you moan loud right in his ear, lips brushing his skin as you cling to him, arms still wrapped around his neck. “mmh, rafe… your dick is so fucking big like this,” you whimper, voice breathy and teasing. “stretching me so full… i’m such a bad girl for making you hold back, aren’t i?” you say in his ear and he groans, grip tightening on your raised thigh even as he tries to stay in control.
you keep bouncing on him, pussy squeezing around every thick inch while you moan hotter in his ear. “don’t stop, baby,” you gasp, pretending like he’s the one driving into you. “fuck me just like that… don’t stop, rafe, please—”
“you’re not even letting me stop, you little shit,” he growls against your shoulder, breath hot and ragged, but his hips keep snapping up to meet yours, chasing the feeling even while he’s pissed about it.
you smile against his neck, sucking another dark hickey as you ride him harder in that spread-open position, leg held high by his strong arm. “your cock feels too good. don’t stop fucking me, rafe.” every moan, every teasing word pours right into his ear while the camera on the nightstand catches the whole thing. your bodies locked tight, his muscles straining, your curves bouncing as you use him exactly how you want.
you keep riding him hard in that twisted position, leg held high by his strong arm, his cock slamming deep with every bounce while your mouths hover close. your moans are filthy and constant in his ear, body stretched and pressed against him.
“you wanna cum, baby?” you whisper, voice dripping with mock sweetness as you clench around him. “tell me… you wanna cum so bad, don’t you?” you taunt. rafe’s grip on your thigh tightens, breath ragged and hot against your neck. “yes— fuck yes, let me cum.”
you smile against his skin and finally give in, riding him faster, hips slamming down as you chase it. the pressure builds fast and sharp inside you until you snap, you cum hard first, pussy pulsing and gushing around his thick cock.
warm liquid streams down his dick in messy spurts, soaking his abs and balls with wet, obscene noises that fill the room. the sound is filthy, slick and loud as you keep bouncing through it, creaming all over him.
“fuck— that’s it,” rafe groans, his voice breaking.
the second he feels you falling apart and soaking him, he loses it completely. his cock throbs violently inside you and he cums hard, thick ropes pumping deep into your pussy while you milk him through both your orgasms. his whole body tenses under you, muscles straining as he fills you up, the wet mess between you only getting worse with every twitch.
you stay wrapped around him, leg still held high, panting softly as the aftershocks roll through both of you. the camera on the nightstand keeps rolling, catching every second of the messy, dripping finish — your curves trembling, his abs glistening with your cum, the way you’re still slowly grinding on his spent cock like you can’t help yourself.