→ rafe cameron x fem!reader
summary → it was supposed to be a game, a little teasing, a little power play. but when you take control — when you make him sit still while you move — it stops being a game at all.
ᝰ.ᐟ warnings: strip tease, dryhumping, cumming, dirty language, restraining.
rafe sat on the couch, one arm slung over the back, a half-empty glass of whiskey balanced in his other hand. he looked too calm. too smug.
he teased you, saying: “bet you couldn't get me hard without touching me” eyes sparkling with mishief, like he knew exactly what he was doing. “wanna bet?” a grin curving your lips, raising your eyebrow, not losing a beat. you knew you've got him wrapped around your fingers. he had trapped himself in a bet he couldn't win.
his eyes stared at yours, a nod barely imperceptible trying to hold back a smile, as if he already knew he had lost from the start.
you didn’t start fast. the first thing you moved was your hand — fingers sliding through you own hair, gathering it to one side. it was a small gesture, lazy and slow, but deliberate enough that it pulled his attention like a string.
your hands slide trembling along your body — not yet for him, but for you. your hips swayed slowly, supporting his intense gaze. eyebrows set low. you wet your lips, letting your hands go up towards your tits, squeezing one between your hands.
he doesn’t speak. he watches, eyes dark, jaw tight.
“eyes on me” you murmured when he blinked. “you miss a second, i stop.” you batted your eyelashes, while your fingers tightened around the fabric of the small top you were wearing, slowly taking it off, exposing the lace bra to his sight.
you played with your tits, squeezing and cupping them in your hands, all under rafe’s hungry gaze, who couldn’t take his eyes off the sight. you held back a smile as he brought the glass to his lips, savoring the bitter taste of the expensive whiskey that filled his glass. his leg bounced quickly, showing his nervousness.
he shifted in his seat — barely — but enough for you to notice the growing tension. “keep going”
a strap fell down your shoulder, but you didn’t mind to put it back in place. your hands were busy caressing the warm skin of your stomach, your nails gently scratched the area, coming into contact with the flap of the shorts. you bit your lower lip, teasing him, lowering it enough to show him the lace of your panties and then put it back in place.
his gaze is sharp, focused on every reveal. “wanna tease me?” his voice is deep, trying to hide how little control he had left. “mhm” the sweet sound of your voice made his cock pulsate, his legs trembled as he held back a groan.
you turned around. swung your hips gently, letting your ass move deliciously. even if you couldn’t see him directly, you felt his piercing gaze on you, absorbing every inch of your body. his heavy breath filled the room, almost tickling your skin.
you pushed the shorts down, movements slow as you bent down slightly, letting the garment fall to your ankles. you held the position, giving him the perfect view of your ass. rafe’s hands twisted on the sides, fighting himself not to touch you. “fuck...” you heard him murmur.
he sat his glass down on the coffee table, the sound echoing through the whole room.
he swallows heavily, jaw clenched, cock hard and throbbing in his pants. he mentally cursed himself for what he had said just before, fighting the urge to pull you on his lap and push his hard cock inside you. he had already lost the bet.
when you finally faced him again, your breathing had changed - deeper, heavier, matching his. you ran a hand along your neck, down the curve of your chest, then stopped at your waist. every gesture was unhurried, deliberate, meant to test how long he could take it.
"you're not saying much," you said softly.
his throat worked once before he spoke. "wouldn't come out right."
the sound of his voice broke something fragile in the air. you smiled again — slow, dangerous - and crossed the last bit of distance until you stood just in front of him.
your hands reached the hook of your bra, unhooking it with a quick movement. you let it slide along your arms, falling to your feet. your hand went up, squeezing the hard nipple between your fingers.
rafe looked up at you, the lamplight cutting sharp lines across his face. the tension between you felt physical now, like gravity.
your fingers clung to the hem of your panties, slowly dragging it down, exposing your bare pussy to his hungry eyes. you took them all the way off, picking them up and throwing them right on his face. your little lace panties fall down on his lap, your scent flooding his senses.
his head hit the headrest of the couch in a slow motion, cock straining in his pants. his hands twitched at his sides, wanting to reach out and grab your panties but you climbed onto his lap. it wasn’t quick — it was deliberate. the kind of movement meant to test him. your weight settled over him, your warmth seeping through the fabric between them.
his hands twitched. instinct said to grab your hips, to pull you closer, to feel. but you caught his wrists before he could move, fingers soft but firm around them.
“don’t” you whispered, and the word sank deep.
he froze, chest rising fast, his breath shallow. your voice wasn’t teasing anymore — it was a command. you leaned in just close enough that he could feel your breath trace the edge of his jaw.
every nerve in his body lit up at that. the urge to touch you was almost unbearable. his fingers curled into fists where you held them down, muscles tight, jaw locked. you didn’t move much — just enough that he could feel the shift of your weight, the slide of your breath, the almost-contact that wasn’t quite enough.
he tried to exhale slowly, but it came out shaky. you smiled, faint and knowing.
“you always think you’re the one in control” you murmured. “how’s that working out for you right now?”
rafe’s laugh was low and rough, somewhere between admiration and frustration. “you’re cruel” he said.
“maybe.” you head tilted, eyes gleaming. “but you like it.”
you loosened her grip on his wrists but didn’t move away. he could’ve touched you then — the temptation hung there, thick as smoke — but he didn’t. couldn’t. because you hadn’t said he could.
he could feel the heat of your aroused pussy pressing right on his swollen tip. he knew by the smirk on your face that you could feel him throb underneath you. leaking to be inside you.
“fuck, you’re so hard rafe” you whispered right beside his ear, a small gasp leaving your lips as you started to grind on him. the rough fabric of his pants rubbing deliciously against your aching clit, smearing all your arousal along his bulge.
“damn baby… you’re killin’ me here” he groaned, wrists twitching under your grips, bucking up his hips, begging for more contact. but you stopped. “stay still, or i’ll stop” you said, looking right into his glossy eyes, enjoying the way he looked so submissive under you.
your hips moved again in a slow circular motion, pressing down on his hard cock, feeling his thighs tremble under you. you thrown your head back, letting out every single sound that came out of your throat, wanting him to know how good it felt to use him to please you.
you almost cried at how sweetly your clit rubbed against the material, having your legs trembling as you grasped his wrists again for support. hips moving faster, hole clenching around nothing feeling his dick throb, begging to be freed.
“fuuck baby… please, lemme touch you” rafe’s voice was rough as he writhed, trying to free himself from your firm grip. he was desperate, his tip sticking to the material of his boxers due the leaking of pre-cum. you shook your head, keeping up with your fast pace.
“shit—rafe” you moaned, head thrown back, your own thighs trembling at how fast you were moving. rafe didn’t know where to look at; your tits bouncing sweetly with every movement, your pretty pussy rubbing on his crotch, leaving a patch of your wetness.
he could feel you clenching right on his swollen tip, he knew you were close to your orgasm.
he was so wrecked that he didn’t even had the strength to free himself from your fierce grip, to bend you over and slam his hard length into you. or maybe he did have it, but secretly enjoyed too much being used to get yourself off.
“—so close” you almost cried. everything felt too much. the rubbing of your sensitive pussy on the rough material sent jolts all over your body, your back arched at the pleasure. your breath hitched as you felt the know grow in your stomach, riding him even harder.
“baby—slow down, i’m gonna fucking cum in my pants” he said through gritted teeth, feeling the hotness of your pussy press down into his length. you moaned as you hit that delicious spot, his words leading you more into your orgasm. with a loud moan you let it out, riding your high as pleasure flood all your senses.
“soo good” you whimpered, feeling your hot walls twitch as you released on him. body suddenly feeling heavy and sleepy.
his cock moved under your sensitive pussy, feeling something warm on your inner thigh.
“fucking shit” he groaned, looking at the mess you’ve both made. you looked down too, seeing a big patch on his crotch. that was definitely not your cum.
“don’t say nothing” he said in a deep voice, making you look at him, a knowing smirk growing on your face at the realization, and at how he was embarrassed about it. he had cum in his pants.
“still think i couldn’t?” you asked.
there was no smugness left in his expression, no trace of the man who had been so sure of himself minutes earlier.
he leaned back, slow, dragging in a breath like he needed it. “you win” he said quietly.
the corner of your mouth curved. “yeah. i know.”
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