fakebwitch

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ she/her / gemini / student / eighteen

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your eyes narrowed slightly, focusing on the way the two were interacting. her body language spoke clearly; her body perfectly angled towards him, their legs brushed without either of them bothering to retract. you noticed her gaze, it flickered quickly from his blue eyes to his lips, a stupid grin curved her lips, as if she was already sure she had conquered him. you thought that he wouldn’t fed whatever was happening in front of your eyes, rejecting her with his usual coldness that he reserved for any human being who spoke to him, but it wasn’t like that. was he really interested in that girl? who laughed at almost everything that came out of his lips, taking every opportunity to put her hands on him?

you were perhaps wrong to understand everything about him, you were wondering.

he was just a selfish asshole, you knew it better than anyone else by now, yet there was something in seeing that interaction that annoyed you, an emptiness in your stomach that increased every second that you tortured yourself staring at them. a half smile brushed his lips while the girl gestured frantically, telling who knows what that was so funny, barely holding back her laughter. you rolled your eyes, it was ridiculous, the worst thing you had seen in the last few weeks. shaking your head you finally decided to move away, unable to stand even a second more of that scene. you walked quickly, heading towards the exit of the classroom, cursing whoever came to your mind as you passed by them, there was no other way.

you couldn’t do anything to prevent your gaze from crossing his. that stupid grin printed on his face, like he knew exactly what he was doing, beacause he did know. he did know you were there, staring at them with that cute frown on your face. you clenched your jaw, refusing to grant him any reaction. you kept walking, your shoulders straight, your gaze already beyond him, but you could still feel his eyes on your body as you left the classroom behind you.

unfortunately for you, he knew immediately that you cared, that it had annoyed you… and he was going to use it against you.

“fuck” you gasped clinging to the corners of the desk. another whimper left your lips while his hand pressed your face against the cold wood, his hard cock abused your hole, tickling that spot that made you arch your back.

“shh, just take it.” he said. his other hand squeezed your waist, holding you as still as possible while he pushed himself hard inside you, the sounds that filled the room every time his pelvis met your ass were simply obscene, but they amplified even more the horniness that flowed in the vege of both. “rafe..” you moaned, voice sloppy and low, as your walls clenched around his length, his hand left a hard slap on your ass.

you tried to catch your breath while his hand tightened around your hair, grabbing a fistful, lifting your head from the desk, your back arched even more under his hands. “that’s what you wanted, uh? be fucked so hard your stupid head forget about that girl?” you couldn’t see his face, but you could feel in his voice that he was smirking, finding the whole situation amusing. he kept thrusting hard into your pussy, holding back a groan at how good you felt, so warm and wet, squeezing him like you’ve never take him before. you didn’t answer, you couldn’t focus on anything else other than his thick length stretching you out, giving you little time to adjust to his size.

“did you really think i could give a fuck about her?” he said letting out a low groan, giving your ass an harsh slap.“answer me.” he demanded, tightening his grip on your hair, fucking into you even harder. you didn’t know what to say, pretend like you didn’t care even though you did care and he knew it well, or say the truth and admit to that cocky bastard that you were jealous of a little interaction between him and a random girl. you moaned as you shook your head, to fucked out to even put more than two words together.

“i didn’t hear you” he whispered, lowing himself so that you could feel his breath on your cheek. “i don’t know… i-i just thought that you—” that was all he had to know. you were shut as he wrapped his hand around your neck, lifting your body up from the desk so that you back was pressed against his chest, his other hand going down your stomach, circling quickly your clit. “so smart and also so stupid” he said lowly almost like he was talking to himself, like he couldn’t bring himself to believe that you were really that stupid to even think of that. you let out a cry as your body trembled, feeling yourself closer to release.

“listen to me.” he said slowing his pace just enough to make sure you were really focusing on what he was going to say. “it is you i’m fucking every chance i get, it is you who keeps me up at night, it is you i’m giving my time to. heard me?” he said right into your ear, voice raw from all the groans, meaning every single word that came out of his mouth. you gulped as you listened to him, he never said something like that to you, never gave you anything to reassure you about whatever was happening between you two. it wasn’t a love confession, but coming from him it was a lot.

“yeah” you said nodding your head. he really did mean it. you could feel a smirk growing on his lips as he brushed his nose in your hair, inhaling your sweet scent. “that’s good. don’t let that shit get inside your head again” he said with firm voice, his dick moving fast again inside your pussy, his fingers working quickly against your clit guiding you to you orgasm, grunting at how tight you were squeezing him.

“now be good and cum on this dick.”

→ rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary → he loves when you cry for him.

ᝰ.ᐟ warnings: dacryphilia, chocking, dirty talking, mention of overstimulation

day 7 kinktober

your nails dig into the sweaty skin of rafe's back, leaving fresh red scratches, legs wrapped around his hips, wanting him closer than he already was, buried deep inside your wet hole.

you felt dizziness all over your body; back arching, toes curling, legs trembling. you had already came three times, but as rafe’s stated: “i’m not done with you.”

“ohh—fuck rafe” you moaned, eyes rolling back as rafe’s tip hit your cervix, his thick length almost slipping out of your abused hole, arousal dripping down into the sheets.

his low grunts echoed in your head as his forehand rested on your shoulder, sweat running down his temple. the way your pussy was clenching him after three orgasms was unbelievable, he couldn’t pull out, didn’t want to.

“shit, i love this pussy” he muttered, more like he was talking to himself. the way your nails dug into his back hurt so deliciously. he fucked you even harder so that you wouldn’t stop.

his hand gripped your neck, pressing slightly at your side, shorting your breath just enough to make your back arch into his chest. your hand tightened around his wrist, moaning at how good it felt. you couldn’t even bring yourself to speak, only moaning loudly at every thrust. “yeah… grip me just like that” he said, pounding into your tight hole.

he could feel you getting closer. but he needed more, he knew you could give him more. and he was about to get it.

he smirked, watching your fuck-out state. he was slowly getting you where he wanted to.

his free hand drifted lower, grazing the soft skin of your chest, stomach… then your clit. he traced slow circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves, your body jolted at the touch, instantly clenching around his dick. “r-rafe” your desperate voice moaned his name, legs trembling at his sides.

“yeah baby… you’re getting there, uh?” he said to you, fingers now moving faster, applying more pressure on your aching clit. he throbbed inside you, feeling the clench of your walls at every motion.

it felt too much, too much pleasure for you to take all at once, after all the overstimulation of the precedents orgasm. and he knew it, of course he did it, but that was what he wanted, you to break, to fall apart and give it all to him.

“oh—” you whined, your body tickling with pleasure. you tried to move, to run from it, but he kept you steady and still, you weren’t going anywhere, and the scoff he let out said it all.

you tried to hold it back, but couldn’t anymore, not when you felt the wave of another orgasm build inside you. a single tear dripped down your flushed cheek. then another, sliding into your mouth, the salty taste on your tongue.

rafe watched it all. did nothing to swipe it away, didn’t even felt the instinct of doing it. why would he? he liked it. he fucking loved if. you crying from what he was giving to you was all he needed.

his cock throbbed inside you at the sight, a grin forming on his face. “that’s it… pretty when you cry, aren’t you?” it’s not mockery — it’s fascination. admiration.

“so good—rafe.. fuck” you cried, vision blurred as you stared into his blue eyes. he couldn’t bring his gaze to look away, your glossy eyes looked right up at him, other tears forming. “there you are… that’s what i wanted” he said, spreading a tears along your cheek, fucking even harder inside you.

the sight of you like that drove him crazy, you looked so soft and beautiful, like the most fragile thing in the world. he kissed you, not rough like the way his cock was splitting you open, it was more intense, intimate. his tongue slipped into your mouth, deepening the kiss, as your tears dripped past your lips, making him taste them.

“fuck… you don’t even know what you do to me when you look like that.” he groaned, pulling away just enough, his thumb on your cheek wetted by your tears.

→ rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary → he texts at midnight. you know you shouldn’t answer, but can’t help yourself. a game of teasing, and unspoken desire unfolds, where neither can admit how much they want each other…

ᝰ.ᐟ warnings: sexting, recording, sending photos, cumming, dirty talk

kinktober

it’s past midnight when your phone lights up. his name glows across the screen, the same name that’s been circling your thoughts all night.

him: you up?

you hesitate, thumb hovering, pulse rising.

you: you always text me this late. him: and you always answer.

you exhale, trying to calm the nervous flutter in your chest. the air in your room feels heavier now, like the quiet is listening.

you’ve hooked up a few times, but it was never serious. you don’t talk during the day. you both pretend you don’t care. but every time one of you is bored, lonely, or restless, the other is the first person you reach for. neither will admit it’s become a habit.

you: don’t flatter yourself. i was just bored

you rolled your eyes as you send the text, he always knew how to test your limit.

him: yeah, yeah, totally. you alone?

you: why?

you asked, as if you didn't already knew what he was up to. as if this hadn't already happened more times than it should've.

him: just answer me. are you alone?

you: yes

your reply was short and clear. you exhaled, waiting for him to send whatever he was typing.

him: good. don’t move.

you frowned at your phone, half annoyed, half curious.

you: bossy much?

the typing bubble appears, disappears. reappears. he was taking his time — on purpose. you could almost see the smirk forming on his lips before the message even lends.

him: you like it.

you stared at those three words for longer than you should’ve. you could’ve ignored him — you should’ve — but your thumb hovered over the keyboard anyway.

you: you think too much of yourself.

a pause. then:

him: nah. i just know you.

your pulse jumped. he was right, and that was the worst part. he always seemed to know how to push just enough, not too far, but close enough that your breath caught.

you toss the phone aside, but it lights up again almost immediately.

him: what are you wearing?

you laughed out loud, shaking your head. classic.

you: you’re ridiculous.

a few seconds later:

him: answer.

you hesitated, the corner of your mouth twitching. It was a game, and neither of you could resist playing it.

you sent a picture instead. your legs curled up on the bed, while your fingers kept up the hem of an oversized shirt barely visible, exposing your lace panties.

three dots appear.

him: that my shirt?

you grinned, biting your lip.

you: maybe. you left it here.

him: fuck, it looks so good on you

him: you don't even know how hard i am right now

you stared at his messages, an unknowing smirk curving your lips, eyes glistening with lust. he was always so sharp and direct.

you: i don't know... send me a proof.

you couldn't help the giggle that left your mouth as you pressed “send”, knowing how bad that would get him. you waited for what seemed like an eternity, when finally an image popped up on your screen. it was a photo of his lap, showing his bulge press against the fabric of his pants. the outline of his thick length made you wet your lips, zooming in into the photo.

him: need you now

him: send me a pic of you

you opened the camera, raising up the t-shirt, taking a quick photo of your tits, hugged by the matching bra, your nipple almost spilling out.

rafe looked at the photo you'd sent him, his cock throbbing underneath the material, aching to be touched. he sat down the phone and quickly worked to push down his pants, freeing it. he spat on his hand to wet his length, a low whimper left his mouth as he wrapped it around his dick, softly stroking it, imagining, wishing, it was yours.

he then grabbed his phone again with his free hand, thumb moving fast against the keyboard, trying his best not to mess up the grammar.

him: shit baby

him: you're so beautfyl

he squeezed his length with more pressure, playing with the wet tip of his cock, imagining the sight of your pretty tits, his hot mouth sucking your nipple.

you: touching yourself?

you smiled, visualizing him stroking himself while looking at the photo you'd sent him. the idea of it made your hand drift lower, teasing with slow and lazy circles your clothed clit.

him: yes

him: need to see more.

you did as he wished. you took off the t-shirt, un-clipping the bra. you sent him another photo, this time showing him your bare tits, picturing also the lower half of your body. you squeezed and cupped one of your breast between your fingers, as rafe took his time to reply.

you: happy?

him: you’re killing me here

he quickly stroked his dick as broken moans came out of his mouth. his legs twitched as he stared at the photo of your tits, head thrown back, while focusing his touch on his leaking tip.

he opened the camera, and started a video, recording himself jerking off. his wrist starting to hurt from his velocity, as in the background, his groans and cussing filled the room.

you quickly opened it, and watched it more than two times. it wasn't that long anyway, which was a pity.

everything about it was so erotic: his groaning, the visible shake of his thighs, the ways his dick twitched in his hand, tip red, ready to release. and the fact that all of that was because of you.

you quickly moved your panties away, sticky 'cause of your wetness, and traced with your fingertips your folds, collecting your moisture. you bit your lip as you pushed two fingers inside, curling them to hit that spongy spot, back arching.

him: bet you’re rubbing your pretty pussy, aren’t you?

“fuck...” you breathed, stretching your hole with a quick rhythm. whatever it was, the arousal, the thrill, the excitement, you took a video of you fingering yourself and send it to him.

rafe wasted no time in opening it. he kept up his pace as he turned up the volume, watching your fingers disappear in your pretty pussy. the wet sound of your fingers working quickly echoed in the room, mixed with your sweet moans. and in the end he could hear your pretty voice moan his name.

“fucking slut” he muttered under his breath. he was getting closer.

him: that's it. good girl.

he managed to write, just to replay the video you'd sent him.

you: rafe ‘m close

you typed quickly, feeling that familiar knot grow in your body.

him: me too

him: go on

you almost cried as your hot walls clenched around your fingers. your body writhed by the pleasure as you started to ride your fingers, moving your hips to met your thrust.

you finally cum with rafe's groaning in the background, the video of him stroking himself playing again on your screen. “s-shit...” you whimpered, gently moving your fingers to ride your high.

you whined as you pulled them out, trying to catch your breath. suddenly, realizing what had just happened, the obscenity of it all, sleepiness and awareness taking over your mind.

you were taken out your dizzy state by the sound of a notification. a video sent by rafe.

you watched it, and almost started it all over. it was a video of him cumming, moaning your name as hot spring of his cum lend on his hand and thighs.

him: fuck baby. i cummed so hard.

him: you’re the best.

→ 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.

day 5 kinktober

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.

he sat still. too still.

"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.

“not unless i say so.”

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 knot 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.

“so 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.”

idk this clip made me think about the fact that he writes things down on his notes a lot and of everything, (and this is just one of the many clips where this is shown). he’d be the type to write down the things you like, or something you’ve mentioned, just so that he knows/remembers (cause as he said he doesn’t have a good memory and forgets things quickly) what you prefer, what to gift you and how to surprise you. he could really write down everything you did. to be as good as he can to you.

plus, as in this video, he’d randomly pick up his phone and ask you a question that came up in his mind at 2 a.m., being dead serious tho, and don’t you dare laugh at him.

→ rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary → late at night, you wake desperate, ache throbbing, body restless. he’s tired, unwilling to give you what you want—but he’s not about to leave you empty. pressed against him, full and needy, you discovers a different kind of intimacy: the unbearable tension of being filled, held, and kept close, with every shiver and clench owned by him.

ᝰ.ᐟ warnings: cockwarming, dirty talk, sensory overload

day 4 kinktober

it’s late when you wake, the room swallowed in silence except for the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing beside you. the streetlight leaking through the blinds paints him in slivers of gold—strong chest rising, lashes brushing his cheeks, lips parted in the softest pout.

but you’re restless. aching. that pulsing heat between your legs won’t let you go back to sleep. you squeeze your thighs together, shifting against the sheets, and the faintest whine escapes your throat.

he was sleeping so blissfully, that you thought about it several times before desperately calling his name, feeling guilty about waking him up in the middle of the night. but you couldn’t help it.

“rafe” you whisper, small, guilty, like a child who wakes up his parent from a nap. your eyes flash quickly as you wait for him to wake up, watching him move.

he groans, his voice thick with sleep. “what’s up, baby? s’late...” his arm tightens around your waist, dragging you back into his chest.

you move, pressing your ass against him. he’s already hard - he always is - and the needy sound slipping from you makes his eyes widen. he stares at you for a while, disheveled and annoyed, but also excited, because obviously he is.

“you needy again?”

a whine slips out before you can stop it. “please…”

that gets him. his hand drags lazily down your stomach, slipping beneath your panties like it’s second nature. he doesn’t tease—doesn’t have the energy for games this late. his fingers gently trace your folds, feeling how wet and needy you are for him. “fuckin’ wet...” his voice deep and hoarse, mouth still kneaded by the sleep.

two of his fingers entered you, immediately clenching around him. he pulled them out, leaving the heat of your aching hole, barely touching your sensitive clit. you couldn’t help but let out a low moan, pushing you against his hot body. the fat tip of his cock brushing delightfully just below your needy hole, through his sweatpants.

he tugged your panties aside in a lazy motion, working quickly to free his throbbing dick. he guides himself in with one slow, steady thrust. one deep, slow stretch that makes you gasp into the pillow. he doesn’t move again, doesn’t give you the friction you’re begging for—just stays there, buried to the hilt, his chest pressed warm and heavy against your back.

the stretch steals the breath from your lungs. he fills you completely, warm and pulsing, and you almost sob with relief.

you wait for him to move, but he doesn't. doesn't fuck you like you're begging for. it's not that having him so deep inside you didn't feel deliciously good, but you needed him to thrust into you. you move your hips slightly, urging him to move. a desperate whimper leaving your lips.

“rafe—”

“no,” he cuts in, lips brushing your shoulder. “you just need me close, huh? that’s all. now be good and sleep.”

you bite your lip, your body trembling at the fullness. he’s everywhere—inside you, around you, his breath against your skin, his arm locked tight around your waist like he’s never letting you go.

you try to shift, squeezing around him instinctively, your body desperate for more, and he growls low in his chest. “don’t.” his hand presses firmly against your hip, holding you still. “you’ll stay still, baby. just take me.”

you whine, trying to roll your hips just a fraction. he catches the movement immediately, gripping your hip firmly. a soft gasp escapes you, his hard cock pulsing inside you. he presses his nose into your hair, groaning against your shoulder. “good girl” he whispers, low and sleepy. “just warm me. that’s all i want right now.”

you do. you cling to him, curling your fingers into the sheets. your walls tighten instinctively, twitching around him, and the sensation is enough to make your knees shake, but he doesn’t move. he never moves.

the ache doesn’t fade. it hammers through you, sweet and frustrating, and yet you feel more connected to him than ever. his body is a cage, his length filling you in the dark, and you know there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

it’s torture, and yet, it’s everything. the slow throb of him inside you, your walls fluttering around his length. the steady beat of his heart against your back. the heat of his skin, the weight of his body, the way his nose nudges your hair like he needs your scent even half-asleep.

your breathing finally slows, eyelids growing heavy again, though your core still pulses with that desperate, unsatisfied ache. but there’s something sweeter than release in this moment: being completely filled, completely his.

you fall asleep like that, cockwarming him, clenching around him in little unconscious squeezes. and even in his sleep, his grip on you never loosens.

→ rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary → a hot bath was supposed to soothe you—but with rafe behind you, steam curling around your skin, his hands dragging your thighs apart under the water, the tub becomes anything but relaxing. trapped in his lap, every ripple against your body and every filthy word in your ear drags you deeper into something messy, frantic, and impossible to escape.

ᝰ.ᐟ warnings: dirty talking, no protection, cumming inside, fingering

day 3 kinktober

the water’s hot, steam rising up around you, the scent of soap and skin heavy in the air. you’re leaning back against rafe’s chest, his arms hooked lazily around your waist, hands resting a little too low on your thighs under the water. at first it feels safe, comforting—the water sloshing gently every time you shift, his breath against your damp shoulder.

it was supposed to be a simple relaxing bath after a long busy day, to help you relax and spend an intimate moment together.

but then his hands move. slow at first, fingertips tracing circles just above your knee, then higher, dragging along slick skin until he’s pressing your thighs apart under the water. your breath stops, detaching you slightly from his chest to turn your face and meet his gaze, asking to yourself what was he doing... even if you knew it.

rafe’s blue eyes stared straight inside yours, a slight smile grew on his lips. he knew exactly what he was doing.

“relax, baby. let me take care of you.”

his hand pushed lower and lower, his touch was light, like a delicate feather. you spread your legs wider, giving him more access, water flowed down from the edges of the tub to the movement. his fingers teased you, gently tracing your soft folds. you whimpered at the sensation, letting your head fall completely on his shoulder.

“that’s it. let me open you up. feels good, doesn’t it?”

you could feel his cock, hard and thick, against the lower your back. his other hand tightened around your chin, squeezing lightly, angling your face towards the reflection of the mirror on the other side of the room, meeting his deep stare in the mirror.

“see how pretty you look? all flushed and needy, sitting in my lap.”

his grip was firm on your face as his fingers moved towards your clit, tracing lazy circles, under the water. you gasped, small moans come out of your mouth, while his rhythm began to get faster. your body trembled under his touch, your shifting deliciously rubbed rafe’s cock behind you. low groans left his lips at the feeling.

without warning, he pushed two fingers deep inside you, your soft warm walls welcomed him tightly. “shit rafe” you moaned, closing your eyes at the pleasure. “fuck, you’re squeezing me already. imagine how you’ll take my cock.” you could barely answer, panting, fingers gripping into his thigh.

rafe hissed, feeling the lower part of your back rubbing his cock, pre-cum coming out of his swollen tip. his fingers curved inside you, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot that made you tremble. when he felt your walls clench around him, your legs shaking, he knew you were approaching.

he took out his fingers, letting your stretched hole tighten around nothing. a desperate sigh came out of your lips, your orgasm torn away. before you could utter a word, to complain, you felt the hard length of rafe inside you, splitting you open with a single deep thrust. he stayes still for a few seconds, thick and throbbing inside you, a low moan left his lips as you gently squeezed around him.

"c'mon baby, move yourself" his words echoed in your ears, a hand went up squeezing the flesh of your breast between his hands, playing with your hard nipple. you moved, with his cock still buried deep inside you, letting your knees come into contact with the bottom of the tub, back arched, while your hands tightened around the sides to support you.

water spilling out of the tub, falling on the floor.

you take some time to get used to the sensation. the water washes away your moisture, leaving you tight. rafe’s hand tightened around your waist, his grip was firm, inciting you to move. your hips moved slowly, enjoying the way his cock was spreading you, capturing your lower lip with your teeth.

"fuck, squeezing me so tight" his head fell backwards to the gentle rhythm of your hips, enough to make his cock twitch inside you but still not too much to feel it enough. with small whimpers you began to take him more deeply, your ass went up and down along his entire length, his tip hit that spongy spot.

rafe’s eyes fixed on you. water that flowed down your back, the bun you had, messy from all the shifting, barely holding itself together, the way his hand on your waist fit so well, as if you were made just for him.

without as much natural slickness, it felt clenched, grippy, snug as fuck. he felt every twitch of your walls. head thrown back while you practically jumped on his dick, the sound muffled by the water.

the mix of steam and body heat makes skin hypersensitive. every thrust feels amplified because you were already flushed. the water sloshes and echoes. the wet slap of bodies mixed with the sound of water spilling onto tile is obscene, filthy, echoing around the bathroom. that chaos adds to the intensity.

"fuck—rafe" he pushed you down on him, his hard cock went in and out of your hole quickly, hitting all the right spot. your eyes met your reflection in the mirror. it was messy, raw. his eyebrows were wrinkled, mouth open letting out low moans, drops of water along his chest, his biceps. you saw his eyes move down, watching through the water and foam the sight of your ass sinking on his cock. you shifted your gaze on you, tits jumping with every thrust, hair stuck to your back and your sweaty face.

"feel that? how deep i am in you?  he whispers filth in your ear the whole time—how good you feel, how tight you are, how he’s not letting you leave this tub until he’s filled you.

your legs start to hurt, but you don’t stop, you feel the knot forming in your stomach. your fingers cling harder to the edges of the tub, bouncing faster. no longer caring about the mess you were making, half the water on the floor.

your breath broke, between hot water and your body heat, it felt overwhelming, almost dizzying. luckily both of rafe’s big hands held you firm, helping you move on him with ease.

"i'm—"

"shit, i know baby, let it out. cum all over my cock" he said through clenched teeth, feeling your walls tighten even more around his throbbing cock. his tip released hot pre-cum inside you.

when you broke, it’s sudden and overwhelming, your entire body shaking against him as you cum, water spilling over the edges with your thrashing. "t-there you go. gonna fill this tight little pussy up" he groans into your ear, hips stuttering before he pins you still and spills inside you, hot release spreading through you, mixing with the bathwater.

his hands stroke down your thighs, his lips brush your temple, and he murmurs against your damp skin: "we made a fucking mess" as you let out a low chuckle, letting your body fall against his.

→ rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary → rafe love edging you, watching you get all dumb over his fingers, mumbling no-sense as you look at him with watery eyes.

ᝰ.ᐟ warnings: edging, dirty talking, denial, slight spanking, cumming, crying.

kinktober masterlist

you’re straddling his lap on the couch, your skirt bunched up around your hips, panties already soaked through. the room is dim and quiet except for the sound of your ragged breathing. rafe’s hand clamps around your hip, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises, keeping you absolutely still. his other hand moves lazily, drawing slow, maddening circles over your clit, barely there, feather-light, like he’s doing it just to watch you shake.

every time you try to grind down on him, he tightens his grip and stops you dead.

“uh-uh, don’t move. you don’t get to cum until i say.”

you whine, the sound muffled against his neck. his touch is not enough to satisfy the ache between your legs—it’s teasing, a cruel ghost of relief. your thighs tremble from the effort of staying still. your fingers clutch at his shoulders like claws, nails biting into his skin.

your chest rise and fall quickly. breathless. shaking. his fingers start to press harder, movements faster. your back arched, whimpers left your lips as you hid your face in rafe’s neck. you feel it built, tension coiling low in your stomach. nails sank into his skin leaving marks.

and he only chuckles, the sound dark and rough.

he takes you right to the edge. you’re panting, clenching around nothing, while his touch sent shocks through your whole body. you were close. and just like that, one heartbeat away from release, he rips his hand away.

you gasped, opening your eyes, meeting his gaze, mocking and pungent. tears prick at the corners of your eyes. his lips wrinkled in a satisfied smile. he brings his slick fingers to his mouth, sucking your taste off them while you stare at him.

“rafe, please... i can't—” your voice cracks, trembling.

"that’s the point baby. you'll take what i give you" his hoarse voice, almost amused to see you so broken.

without warning, his fingers are on you again. two of them pushing deep into your pussy, filling you fast, stretching you. the sudden intrusion knocks a cry out of you, your hips jerking. this time, he doesn’t hold you still. he lets you grind down onto his hand, lets you ride his fingers like you’re starving for it. his eyes are locked on your face, wetting his lips, his own cock leaking against the inside of his sweats.

"oh please rafe... please—" you begged, your voice breaking. his fingers are merciless, hitting that spot deep inside that makes your back arch. another finger joins the first two, stretching you open further, filling you to the brim. you’re dripping down his wrist, a wet, obscene sound with every thrust.

"shit— 'm so fucking close, rafe— please" your sweet voice made rafe smile, hiding your face in his neck. your mind was dizzy, eyes closed and lips parted, his deep fingers flooded your senses. the shadow of another orgasm approached, your legs trembled, the tension in your lower abdomen heavy and looming.

you beg him, voice wrecked, but again, just as it’s about to crest, his fingers leave you.

a tear slips down your cheek. then another. you’re shaking, clinging to him, ruined and desperate. this time, his hand comes up to your face, wiping the tears gently, thumb brushing your skin like he’s soothing you.

“shh. you can take it, right? i know you can” his voice is soft but the words cut sharp.

you nod, tiny, broken. trusting him even now.

"that’s right" he said with a smile, placing a small kiss on your lips, savoring the taste of your tears. his soft lips on yours distracted you from his fingers, which came contact with your aching clit. he rubs slick, fast circles over the swollen nub, spreading your wetness everywhere. you moan against his mouth, thighs trembling violently, his other hand locking around your hip to hold you in place.

you cried in rafe’s chest, your legs trembled incessantly, but his hand held you still, making you take everything he gave you. keep it up until you're ruined—sweat slick, clit throbbing so hard it aches. you're begging, sobbing into his chest, promising anything if he'll just let you finish. "so damn wet, 's all over my pants" he groaned looking down, noticing all your moisture covering his thighs, not to mention his hands. "fuck, think you're ready to take me, uh?" you nod frantically, too far gone, too dumb on his fingers to speak.

he frees his cock from his sweats, thick and veined and leaking, and lines himself up. in one deep he pushes it inside. your head fell back, at the feeling of his cock stretching you open. "fuckin' tight” he growls, jaw tight as your walls squeeze him. “squeezing me like you never had a cock in you.”

he pushed himself quickly inside you, his tip repeatedly hitting your cervix, obscene sounds filled the room every time his cock pushed himself inside you.

he was rough and messy, his big hands tightened around your ass, pushing you down on his cock meeting his thrusts. rough groans came out of his lips. "look at you all dumb over my cock, lettin' me do all the work" he mocked you, letting his hand hit the soft skin of your ass with force, making you cry out. your hands were still on his shoulders, letting him use your abused pussy as he wanted, too fucked even to talk.

you bit your lip, feeling your climax approaching, the feeling that has been denied to you so many times crept back into your body. his cock moved expertly inside you, hitting every single spot that made you tremble, his own cock twitched inside you. "rafe—please, please... I'm gonna c—" you gasp, desperate.

his hand clamps down on your hip, voice a snarl against your ear. “now. cum on me, right fucking now. or i’ll drag it out again.”

your whole body jerks at his command, the sharp edge of it cutting through the fog of overstimulation. his cock is buried so deep you swear you can feel him in your ribs, his grip bruising your hips as he holds you still, grinding you down on him until there’s no escape.

you choke out a cry, the pleasure so sharp it’s painful, the orgasm ripping out of you hard and messy. your thighs seize around him, nails clawing at his shoulders as your vision blurs. the release tears through you like a storm, wetness spilling down over his cock, mixing with his groans.

“that’s it, baby. cum all over me. make a fucking mess.”

but he doesn’t stop. even as you shake in his lap, clenching helplessly around him, he’s still fucking up into you, each thrust makes your overstimulated body jolt, your cries breaking into sobs as you try to push at his chest.

“nuh-uh. you don’t get to tap out yet. i decide when you’re done.”

you’re cockdrunk, ruined, your voice catching on broken pleas as he forces you into another orgasm, then another, dragging them out of you until your body is limp against him, every nerve buzzing. he cups your face, thumb brushing your swollen lips, smirking at the wreck he’s made of you.

“that’s my girl. all mine. you’ll remember who owns this cunt every time you try to walk tomorrow.”

→ rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary → you’re asleep in rafe’s bed, lips parted, shirt riding high, panties just barely covering you. he should leave you alone—he knows that—but the sight of you sprawled out, soft and unaware, is too much.

ᝰ.ᐟ warnings: somnophilia, dirty talking, cumming inside, reader is a heavy sleeper. (even if not mentioned, everything’s consensual, and the reader does know about him having this “perversion”)

→ kinktober masterlist day 1

rafe was restless. the joint he’d smoked hours ago still clung to him—warm and heavy, making his thoughts blur at the edges. the music rumbled in his ears without respite.

but it wasn’t that, that kept him awake. it was you.

the bed shifted softly when you turned. his gaze dragged over you, heavy and greedy. his shirt—too big for you, stolen from him—had ridden up in your sleep, baring the curve of your ass. your hair spilled across the pillow, lips parted, little sighs leaving your chest like you were dreaming the sweetest dream.

he rubbed a hand over his face, cursing under his breath as he felt his dick rubbing delightfully against the rough material of the boxers. he needed you. needed to be inside you, to feel that perfect heat around him.

it wouldn’t be the first time.

sometimes, late at night, when you were dead asleep and none the wiser, he slipped inside. pretending it was an accident. pretending he didn’t crave it more than air. and in the morning, you never noticed—just stretched, yawned, kissed him like nothing had happened. it made him feel like the worst kind of pervert. but it never stopped him. he couldn’t help it. not with you.

he rolled to his side, holding his breath as he brushed the barest touch along your thigh. feather-light, testing. you didn’t stir. his fingers crept higher, skimming the hem of your panties. he traced the curve there, the faintest outline of where he needed you most.

when you shifted in your sleep, he froze. heart pounding. but you only sighed, rolling your hips slightly into the mattress.

“christ,” he muttered under his breath, relief and hunger tangling in his chest.

he let out a sigh of relief, guiding his hand inside your panties, finding your clit with ease. you were already damp, and his cock throbbed violently. “fuck, you’re dreaming about me, aren’t you?” he murmured, a wicked smile curved his lips.

his cock ached against his boxers as he circled your clit once, twice, before easing a finger inside. your walls clenched instinctively, heat wrapping around him like a vice. his breath stuttered. he waited—half expecting you to stir, to push him away—but all you did was sigh, hips giving the faintest roll into his hand.

he added another finger, pumping them gently, and the sound of your slick made his stomach flip. soft, involuntary whimpers spilled from your lips, and he bit back a moan.

it wasn’t enough. not even close.

he pulled out his fingers, his cock throbbed needing to feel you around. he carefully moved your panties to the side, on your asscheek. he brought the tip between your folds, collecting your wetness, and pushed himself inside. the stretch was slow, deep, your pussy hugging him so tightly he thought he’d lose it right there. you whimpered softly in your sleep, back arching,

his hand settled on your hip, keeping you still while setting a rhythm, whispering obscene words in your ear. “gonna fuck you deep enough you’ll wake up stuffed with me.”

you stir—eyes flutter, but you’re not fully awake. you moan his name without realizing, body instinctively arching back into him. that’s enough to snap his control. he fucks harder, greedier, chasing release.

“fuck, you’re perfect even like this. just lying here, letting me use you.” he groaned, lips grazing your ear, his mouth open as he felt your walls sucking him in, tightening around his length. “mmh” a small whimper left your lips, rafe’s cock stretching you open, his tip repeatedly hitting that sweet spot that made you roll arch your back.

his eyes fell where his cock went in and out of your hole quickly, your moisture sprinkled along his entire length, mixed with his pre-cum. “sucking me in so well, uh? so fuckin’ tight even in your sleep” he clenched his jaw at how tight you were around him, his thrusts deeper as he approached his orgasm. and you did too.

you squirmed in your sleep, small whimpers left your lips, soaking his cock as you came. “shit, just like that baby... that’s it” he whispered watching your cum cover his length. his hand tightened around your hip holding you still, the sound of his body slamming against yours filled the room as he let his orgasm hit him.

a low groan left his throat, as he released inside you. he stayed there, buried to the hilt, cock twitching as he filled you. he pulled out slowly, a choked moan left your lips at the loss of contact, suddenly so empty. rafe watched his cum come out of your swollen pussy, and he swear he could’ve started all over again.

he tugged your panties back in place, lowering your shirt, as if nothing had happened. he placed a delicate kiss on your temple, as if to erase the filthy of what he had just done.

"sleep well, angel. you'll thank me when you feel me in the morning."

→ note: happy kinktober!! i’m super excited, i hope y’all enjoy it and that i convinced you into reading more <33