Rafe cameron x female reader
Warnings: fingering, clit stimulation, oral (female receiving), kind of public (in car), my very first smut piece..
You really did. You hated everything about him, every little thing. You had for as long as you could remember.
His stupid smirk. That cocky, untouchable attitude. The way he looked at you, like he already had you figured out. The way he treated you, like you were just another game he knew how to win.
But the truth was, it was never just hate.
Because somehow, underneath all that anger, there was something else. Something you didn’t want to name.
And that was the worst part. Knowing that no matter how much you told yourself you couldn’t stand him, no matter how many times you swore you hated him…
It didn’t stop the way your heart reacted when he was close.
And clearly he wanted you too. Craved you too. Your mouth on his. Your hands over him. Cause he came to you. He’d always find you at party’s, late at night when you were in your head. He’d come. And you’d kiss and move together. You’d moan his name. He’d run his hands through your hair.
His grip on your arm was tight, as he pulled you through the crowd, pushing— no, slamming— people out of the way. He dragged you all the way to his car, pushing you back against it.
“You think you’re funny?” He snapped, but he wasn’t finished— never was. “Letting them touch you like that? You know they only wanted one thing!”
He cannot seriously be talking about them wanting one thing.
“Oh and you don’t want the same?”
He let out a dry laugh, shaking his head, “No. I don’t.”
“Are you convincing me or yourself?”
His jaw tightened, his grip bruising. “You’re playing with fire.”
A smirk tugged at his lips, “Do you?” He mocked, “Or do you hate how I make you feel. Make you forget your own name. Made you scream mine.”
You couldn’t tell if you wanted to hit him, or kiss him, maybe both.
Heart pounding in your chest.
“Yet you look like you wanna kiss me.”
Your hands jammed into his chest, shoving him back, “I can’t believe you!”
He chuckled, then gripped your chin, forcing you to keep your gaze to him. “Believe me, angel.”
And then he kissed you. Hard. Messy. Pushing into you, his hands everywhere. Your hair. Your waist. Your neck. His tongue explored your mouth. He reached behind you, opening the back door, pushing you in. He followed, shutting the truck door behind.
And then he was on you, again.
Rafe could see it. Your flushed cheeks. The way your back arched against the seat. It was all because of him.
“Say it. Say you hate me, baby.”
He knew you were trying to hate him, but your attempts were useless.
And the fact that he knew just made the smirk on his face widen even more.
He leaned into your space, body pressing you against the leather. Your arms were trapped between you both, still locked in his hands.
Rafe chuckled, tilting his head to the side, amused at your pathetic attempt.
"Is that so?" he murmured, eyes roaming over your face, before shifting down to the exposed pale skin of your neck.
He lowered himself, lips brushing over the sensitive spot just beneath your ear, and you felt the smirk on his face grow wider, knowing he was going to drive you crazy.
"Then why are you trembling right now, baby?"
Your head fell back, exposing more of your neck.
"Mhmm," Rafe's smirk widened against your neck as he felt your body react to him.
With your head now bared, he took the opportunity to move lower, trailing his lips down the exposed flesh.
He pressed himself against you tightly, letting one hand roam up underneath your shirt.
"You're shaking even more now," he murmured, biting gently at your collarbone. "Still think you hate me?”
They both knew that was a lie. For now.
He hummed, his hand slowly running up the bare skin of your waist, before stopping just below your ribs.
"Yeah? Then why are you letting me touch you like this?" he teased, thumb gently brushing over your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
His other hand moved from your wrists to your chin, tilting your head so you were looking at him now.
"Stop lying to yourself, sweetheart. I know you can't resist me."
Yeah. He was right. You couldn’t.
And that’s how you ended up under him. Again.
His mouth was everywhere, pressing kisses over your jaw, down your neck, your chest. His fingers gripped the bottom of your shirt, glancing up for permission.
A nod. That’s all it took. Your shirt was tossed to the front seat somewhere. You didn’t care.
“So beautiful.” He mumbled, before latching his mouth onto your breast, the other getting attention by his hand.
He released your nippled with a plop, glancing up with a smirk, “Yeah, baby?”
You let out a small whine, showing your need.
“What do you need, sugar?” His hands roaming over the skin of your stomach.
He let out a soft chuckle, “I know you do. Can’t live without it, can you?” His hands slipping under the material of your skirt, skimming over the lace of your panties. “This what you want?”
You nod, practically desperate for his touch.
“Need you to use your words..”
“Yes. That’s what I wan’..”
His smirk grows, pushing the lace of your panties to the side his fingers drag through your slit. “This all from me, baby?” Dragging the wetness up to your clit, painfully slow circles over the aching bud.
“Rae—“ you gasp out, arching into his touch.
He stops. Not for long. Just to take your skirt and lace off. Then he’s back to it. Adding more pressure and speed. Your legs start to close around his hand.
“Ah-ah..” he tuts, forcing them open again, his other hand digging into your thigh.
He adjusts himself, kissing down your stomach, blowing air over your clit.
He doesn’t answer. Just gives a slow lick up your slit. His tounge flicking over your clit, his spare hand comes up, teasing his middle finger pressing the tip of his finger into your hole. The heat growing. The need growing. His middle finger jams into your hole, the metal of his rings making you gasp. Throwing your head back.
“Look at me.” He mumbles, against your clit, his voice sending vibrations making you squirm. He adds another finger. Stretching your tight hole. Curling his fingers , hitting the spot every time.
You force yourself to look down— the sight of him in-between your thighs, you could see his smirk, one hand still holding you wide open for him, his tounge flicking harder, his fingers pumping faster. Then it happened. You moaned— it wast quiet. The pressure built fast. The orgasam hit like a wave, rippling through your body, your pussy clenching around his fingers. Your juices soaking his fingers. He pulled back slowly, bringing his fingers to his mouth, cleaning them off, before leaning down and kissing you hard. His tounge swiping over yours, “That’s it, baby. Taste yourself.”
Your chest rising at a fast pace, face flushed, thighs shaking, “I hate you.”
He chuckles, shaking his head, “You don’t. You hate how good I make you come. How easy it is for me to make you scream my name.”
And he was right. God he always was.
So you didn’t stop him when he pulled that plastic wrapper from his pocket. You didn’t stop him when he thrusted into you. You didn’t stop him when he kissed you.
The windows fogged, car smelling like sex.
And you didn’t fight it when he brought you back to his.
You didn’t complain when he fucked you again, in his bed.
that was my first smut piece, I really didn’t know what I was doing.. help.
