i see red — r. cameron
❝ you're a fool, if you thought that i'd just let this go i see red, red, oh red ❞
pairing: jealous!rafe x fem!reader
context: you just turned 21, and are celebrating your birthday at the club in town with your boyfriend and closest friends. unfortunately for you, rafe isn't much of a dancer. but caught up in a drunken haze, you dance with your friends anyway.
words: 1.8k+
warnings: definitely +18. mdni. daddy kink, dom!rafe, degradation, teasing, edging, hair pulling, orgasm denial, p in v sex, rough sex, public sex, unprotected sex, oral m&f receiving, SMUTTT
"babyyyy," you drawl, the alcohol definitely hitting you now, as you try to drag your boyfriend to the dance floor. "come dance with me."
rafe chuckles at your attempt and sips on his whiskey, amused at your drunken state, "i don't think so, princess."
"fine," you pout, rafe's eyes lingering on your picture perfect lips covered in red lipstick.
it was your 21st birthday and you had convinced rafe and your friends to celebrate it with you at the new club that opened in town—this time, without your fake id.
"come on, tiff," you said, turning to your blonde best friend. "you come dance with me."
she was more than happy to join you, the both of you gleefully strutting towards the dance floor as no hands by waka flocka blasted through the speakers.
rafe rolled his eyes and shook his head, as a deep chuckle escaped his lips, his eyes focusing solely on you as strobes of red, blue, and purple danced across your soft skin.
you kept your gaze on him as you swayed your hips along to the beat, your hands trailing over your body clad in a glittery little black dress.
tiffany danced beside you, the two of you catching male gazes on the dance floor as you shook your hips together.
rafe held eye contact with you the entire time, slowly sipping on his drink when another guy came up behind you and began snaking his hands around your waist.
a sly smirk came across your lips as the amused look on rafe's face drops and you see him sit up, his adam's apple bobbing from anger.
serves him right for refusing to dance with you on your birthday.
in your drunken haze, you continue grinding your hips along with the guy behind you, who was now holding you way too close for rafe's liking. you throw your head back in a giggle, knowing damn well he was now bothered, as he got up on his feet and set his drink down on the bar.
he immediately navigated his way through the crowd, which seemed to part for him, his giant demeanor getting closer and closer to you, until his hand wraps around your wrist and you're pulled away from the guy behind you.
he drags you to a dark and secluded corner of the club that's tucked behind and under the stairs that led up to the second floor.
"rafe, let go," you yank your wrist out of his hold as he backs you up against the wall.
his closeness to you and the coldness of the wall cause goosebumps to rise upon your skin as you look up at him through your dark lashes.
"you really think you were gonna get away with that?" he spat, his face inches away from yours.
you give him doe eyes and blink, the alcohol giving you more confidence against him than usual. "get away with what?"
a bitter laugh emerges from his mouth and he shakes his head at you. "don't play dumb, pretty girl."
his hand snakes up the small of your back and takes a grip of your hair, making your head tilt back, as you smirked.
"you know i don't like that," he muttered against your cheek.
"so what are you gonna do about it…" you focus your eyes on him, the spot between your legs getting wetter and wetter with every single word that falls out of his mouth. "daddy?"
his piercing blue irises turn a dark shade of blue as the words leave your mouth, the bulge in his pants now pressing up hard against your stomach. "on your knees," he says, his grip on your hair tightening. "now."
you happily oblige, the smirk on your face growing wider as you slide your back down the wall and get on your knees, your gaze never leaving his.
rafe watches as you begin to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, pulling them and his boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free.
a single vein ran through his length, the tip already red and leaking precum when you cup his balls and wrap your fingers around him, slowly beginning to stroke up and down.
"you know better than that, slut," for some reason the sound of rafe calling you that turns you on even more and you press a kiss to his tip, before wrapping your lips around it. "much better."
you only take half of him in your mouth at first, switching between sucking and swirling your tongue around it, as your free hand pumped the rest of his length.
"open wider, whore," rafe demands.
you do as you're told and rafe gathers your hair in a makeshift ponytail, thrusting the whole of his length into your mouth with no mercy.
the gagging noise that springs from you only makes him become rougher, now fully fucking your face as your eyes watered and you played with his balls.
"keep grabbing them like that, baby," he groaned, tilting his head back.
it’s not long before his load shoots down your throat and without hesitation, you swallow it before rafe pulls you up to stand.
"you like how i taste?" he asked, wiping over your now messy red stained lips with his thumb.
you nod at him slowly, your eyes only focused on him. "you're such a little slut, aren't you?" he smirks and hikes your thigh up by his hip, his cock pressing up against your clothed clit.
you gasp at the contact, your hands snaking behind his head and tangling into his hair, inherently pulling his face closer to yours. "daddy, please," you whisper against him, your eyes fluttering shut with desire as you grind against him to cause friction where you want it.
"that's right whore," he teased, continuing to press against you, as his thumb rubbed small circles on the inside of your thigh. "use your words."
"rafe, please…" you pleaded, his name leaving your mouth before you could stop it.
he tsks at your use of his name, "wrong name, princess." he pulls his hips away from yours, and you groan from the lost of contact.
"wait, wait, no…" you said. "daddy, i meant, daddy. please give me your cock."
"too late, baby," he shook his head at you, and whispered against your lips. "now don't make a sound."
quickly tucking his dick back into his boxers, rafe gets down on his knees in front of you and hooks your thigh over his shoulder, aligning himself with your pussy.
he immediately rips your lacey red thong off, causing you to scold him, even though you knew he'd just take you to get a new set tomorrow morning.
"what the fuck, rafe?"
he looks up at you, a scowl present on his features as his fingers dig into your thigh. "what. did. i. just. say."
don't make a sound. his demand relays in your head, but you don't dare speak another word to him.
"good girl," he appraisingly nods at your silence, and turns his attention back to your center. "so so pretty," he purrs, swiping his thumb down your soaked clit.
you bite your lip to hold back a moan, as he pushes your thigh back against the wall to open you up and leans his face in closer to blow air at your clit, making it pulse desperately.
a small whine leaves your mouth and rafe looks up at you, a smirk playing at his lips as he brings his thumb up to your clit to rub small circles while he darts his tongue out and runs it through your folds. his thumb only picks up its assault on your clit when you tangle your hands through his hair, your hips grinding against his face.
“let me hear you, doll,” he muttered against you.
you finally let your moans out freely, only loud enough for rafe to hear as his tongue laps rapidly at your slit, going up and down, side to side, and in and out.
“fuckkkkk,” you whine, your orgasm building in your core as rafe continues his assault on your pussy. “yes daddy, just like that.”
but just as you were about to release, he pulls away, causing a whine to fall from your lips.
“shhhhhh,” he tells you, slowing down the circles he rubbed on your clit.
your orgasm builds up again when he picks up the pace, but goes back down as his thumb slows.
“daddy… please,” you pleaded, looking down at him when he continues the same thing over and over again.
“does my little slut wanna cum?” rafe teases, his tongue just slightly grazing your clit.
“mmhmm,” you nod, tilting your head back against the wall.
rafe’s voice drops a level. “i didn’t hear a yes, whore.”
“yes, daddy,” you drawl out, twisting his hair between your fingers. “please let me cum.”
“are you gonna be good?” he asked, taking pleasure in seeing you beg for it.
“i’ll be good, daddy,” you say, nodding your head again. “i promise.”
he chuckles at your desperation, before finally giving in. “you want my tongue or my cock, baby?”
“your cock,” you answer almost immediately, wanting nothing more than for him to fill you up.
rafe slowly rises to his feet again, his hand never leaving your thigh and hooking it around him. he hikes your dress up to your waist to give him full access and reaches his other hand down to pull out his hard cock and align it with your center. he drags it through your slickness, the warmness making him groan before he pushes into you with no warning, making you take all of him at once.
a moan slips out when your jaw drops and rafe moves in and out of you slowly, teasing you on purpose.
“faster…” you whined, closing your eyes to take in the pleasure.
“you’re in no position to make demands, sweetheart,” rafe tuts, his hand reaching up to grip your hair. “i’m gonna fuck you however i want.”
he continues his slow pace just to torture you a little longer before finally giving into what you both want, speeding up his thrusts, the sounds of his balls slapping against you ringing loud and clear.
“fuckkkk you feel so good, daddy,” you mewl, rafe mercilessly pounding into your g-spot and making you moan aloud.
“you like that, slut?” he spat, pulling your face closer to his and kissing you harshly.
“mhm,” you nod against him, his grip on your hair tightening as he pulls your head back and begins assaulting your neck with kisses.
the mix of his hard thrusts with sucks on your sweet spots causes the orgasm to build in your core again, as you tightly hold onto his shoulders to keep your leg from giving out.
“right there, right there,” you cry out, your high inching closer and closer with every thrust of rafe's hips.
"cum for me, doll."
you both reach your high at the same time, your body trembling as rafe shoots his load into you, his pumps slowing down.
"how's that for dancing?" rafe smirks against your cheek, as he lets his body fall limp against yours, his lips placing a soft kiss on your forehead.
you come down from your high, panting, "we're dancing every time we come here."
soooooo confession—this is the first real piece of smut i've written, and i enjoyed writing it wayyyyyy too much. i hope you enjoyed it too ;)
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