୨ৎ ⋆ bad idea (part one) ⋆ ୨ৎ
pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader
contents: smut (18+ minors dni), dom!rafe cameron, begging, teasing, fingering, biting, praise/taunting, power dynamics, tension, couch scene, part one
word count: ~1.4k
You knew that before you even left the house.
You’d been sitting on the couch for the last hour, your older brother out surfing with the rest of the Pogues, the house quiet except for the hum of the ceiling fan.
The thought looped through your head again and again.
You swore you wouldn’t go back to him.
You told him it was a mistake. Told him it only happened because you were drunk.
So why were you standing outside his house again?
The porch light glowed above you as you paced slowly across the wooden boards.
This was a horrible idea.
You raised your hand and knocked lightly against the doorframe.
You should probably leave.
You should probably— yeah. You should probably not.
And for a second, you thought maybe you’d gotten lucky — maybe he wasn’t home. Maybe you could pretend this never happened and walk back down the street before you humiliate yourself.
Rafe Cameron stood in the doorway with a towel slung low around his waist, skin still damp from a shower. His dark blond hair was wet, water dripping slowly down the side of his neck as his eyes scanned your face.
You just stood there, smiling slightly.
Your eyes dragged over him before you shook your head.
Your voice came out steady.
Your heart, however, was racing so fast you could barely hear your own thoughts.
A smirk crept onto his face.
The kind of smirk that meant he already knew exactly what effect he had on people.
He leaned one shoulder against the doorframe.
Walk away. Pretend this never happened.
Your hands grabbed the front of his shoulders as you pulled him down, your lips crashing into his before you could overthink it.
He tasted like spearmint.
Something fresh and clean from the shower.
For half a second, he froze.
Like he hadn’t expected that.
Then his hands gripped your waist hard.
He lifted you up effortlessly, palms sliding under your thighs as your legs wrapped instinctively around his waist.
The door slammed shut behind you.
He didn’t break the kiss once.
Your back hit the wall as he pinned you there, kissing you deeper this time. Hungrier. His mouth opened against yours as your fingers curled into his shoulders.
Your lips parted as a quiet breath slipped out.
You could feel the heat of him pressed against your thigh.
“God,” he muttered against your mouth.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his breathing heavier now.
His lips moved to your jaw, messy kisses trailing downward until his breath brushed your ear.
“About time you came crawling back.”
Your vision blurred slightly as he bit gently behind your ear — right where he knew it would make you squirm.
Your hands tightened on his shoulders, nails digging in just enough to keep yourself grounded.
His fingers flexed against your thighs as he lifted his head again.
This time, he didn’t kiss you.
He just hovered there, his breath mingling with yours.
A slow smirk spreads across his face.
Your eyes widened slightly.
Of course, he wasn’t going to make this easy.
It was always a game with him.
His hands slid slowly down your sides, stopping at the waistband of your shorts.
“You heard me, princess.”
His fingers toyed with the button.
The hesitation must’ve flashed across your face, because his smirk deepened.
He leaned closer, teeth grazing lightly against your earlobe.
“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” he murmured.
“We’ll both get what we want.”
His fingers slipped the button of your shorts open.
Your breath hitched instantly.
His mouth found your neck again, open-mouthed kisses trailing downward as your head tipped back against the wall.
A soft sound escaped you before you could stop it.
Then chuckled quietly against your skin.
His teeth pressed just hard enough against your collarbone to leave a mark.
When he pulled back again, his eyes scanned your face slowly.
His hand lifted, fingers curling around your jaw as his thumb brushed across your bottom lip.
His pupils were blown wide.
His thumb tugged lightly at your lip as he watched you.
You could hate yourself tomorrow morning.
That’s what you told yourself.
Because here he was — smelling like that, looking at you like that.
The word slipped out of you like a prayer. You saw the exact moment it registered in his eyes, the way they darkened as he bit his lip slowly.
“You could do better than that, say it like you mean it.”
God, did he really want to humiliate you more than you already were?
Heat flooded your cheeks, and that familiar smirk returned to his face.
“Come on, be a good girl, beg right.”
Your eyes lifted to his as his thumb pressed against your bottom lip again.
The second the words left your mouth, he lifted you effortlessly and carried you over to the couch, lowering you onto it before hovering above you.
He was on you now, his calloused fingers gliding over the inside of your thighs as he slowly nudged them apart. Your back arched slightly off the couch at the feeling.
Your eyes fell shut, a quiet breath leaving you as he watched the way your body reacted to him — the way you were already arching, already aching for him.
“What am I gonna see if I take these off?” he muttered, tugging teasingly at the hem of your shorts.
Your eyes opened at that, meeting his.
He smirked at the look on your face before slowly pulling your shorts down your thighs and to your ankles.
For a moment, your legs stayed pressed together in embarrassment.
Were you really this easy?
Showing up at Rafe Cameron’s house like this. Just for him.
“Open your legs, baby,” he muttered.
Reality was starting to sink in now.
His eyes darkened slightly at your hesitation. He tapped lightly against your knees.
“Let me see you,” he whispered, nudging them apart slowly.
His smirk returned the moment you gave in.
He could practically feel the tension rolling off you.
“Cute little panties,” he whispered, running a finger lightly along the string at your hip before tugging it just enough to make you squirm.
“Did you pick them out just for me?” he whispered, a soft smirk tugging at his lips.
His name slipped from your lips in a breathy whisper.
He chuckled softly at the sound of it, his fingers still teasing the edge of your panties as he looked down at you.
“Yeah, baby, what do you want?” he asked, his eyes dropping to the damp fabric. The darkened spot there made something in his chest tighten, a quiet groan leaving him.
“Your fingers,” you whispered, the words coming out small and hesitant.
Heat flooded your face instantly.
That was the thing about Rafe — he loved control. Loved making you say exactly what you wanted out loud.
He brought his fingers close enough to make you squirm, hovering just above where you needed him most — but never actually touching.
“Yeah, my pretty girl wants my fingers on her?” he teased.
You nodded softly, unable to trust your voice.
“Guess you've asked nicely,” he whispered.
His fingers hooked gently into the waistband of your panties, tugging them slowly down your thighs until they fell around your ankles.
His eyes dropped immediately.
You watched the shift in his expression — the way his pupils darkened as he bit down on his lip, a low groan escaping him.
“All fucking wet for me.”
The words came out in a quiet whisper as he dragged one finger slowly down your slit.
You gasped at the sudden contact, your body reacting instantly as he smirked at the sound.
“You get this wet just by me talking to you? Haven't even touched you right—”
He pulled his finger away again before you could react, that smug look still sitting on his face.
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