Outer Banks Imagines

Tease || angst & smut

18+ Minors DNI

Summary: You tease Rafe at dinner and he decides he needs to punish you.

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: aggressive dom Rafe, oral(male receiving), daddy kink, maybe a little degrading, slapping, face fucking, edging, overstimulation, toys, unedited work

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"No no, what I'm sayin-" Topper continued, your hand going to land on Rafe's crotch. He adjusted abruptly letting out a groan, all eyes moved to him.

"Top you're totally wrong-" you ignored their conversation as you tightened the grip, palming around his growing member. He adjusted once more, continuing to talk. His face turned a bright red color.

You relaxed your grip, rubbing your thumb along up and down. You watched as his jaw clenched, you brought your hand up to your face, covering your mouth as a big smirk span across it.

You squeezed once again, his hand moving swiftly to grab yours. His grip on your hand made you wince, eyes landed on you again.

"Sorry, I'm gonna run to the bathroom," you shook Rafe's hand off yours and excused yourself. You turned to look back, smirking at Rafe. His face looked stern, eyes dark.

You walked into the bathroom, sitting in a stall.

Did I make you hard daddy?

You sat waiting for a text back, time was passing slowly.

Tease.

That's the only word that appeared. You smirked walking out and down the Club House corridor. You neared the table and made eye contact with Rafe. He stood, gathering his and your coat. He was saying something when you got closer.

"-she's not feeling so well," he pushed your purse into your arms. You nodded, catching on quickly. You nodded, making your eyes heavy and slouching slightly.

"Oh well hope you feel better," Kelce smirked as he watched the two of you walk away.

Rafe shut your door to the truck. Your excitement only grew as he walked around. He buckled, started the truck, and began to drive away from the Club House. You were nearly back at his house and nothing had happened.

You slowly unbuckled scooting as far as possible over. You reached your hands down, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. His grip on the steering wheel tensed and his jaw clenched. You pulled them down, his boxers tenting from his hard cock.

You pulled down his underwear, he was grinding his teeth, his knuckles turning white. His dick slapped up hitting his abs, its red and veiny appearance. He jerked his body slightly at the feelings. You smirked taking it in your hand, slowly pumping it.

"Ahh-," A small moan escaped his mouth, you giggled. You moved your body further over, your head hovering over his lap. You licked the tip, his body jolting again. You took it into your mouth, humming. The vibrating sensation made him moan loudly.

You moved your head up and down slowly, agonizingly slow.

"Fuuuuck," his moans drug out. You kept the slow pace, making sure to swirl your tongue over the tip. He tried to press his hips upwards but you only pulled your head back. He grunted at the loss of contact. You looked up and noticed you were nearing the house and you took him all in your mouth quickly, bobbing fast, you felt him begin to squirm and removed your mouth. You sad up, wiping spit from your mouth. He groaned once more, not feeling any release.

"Fucking tease," he jerked the truck to a stop, right next to the front door. Pulled up his pants hurriedly. He got out and walked around to open your door, slamming it behind you. He walked swiftly, not looking back at you. You smirked, the anticipation of what he would do to you growing.