Rafe Cameron Imagines//Oneshots

Punishment pt.2 🌶️

Summary - same as the first one go read it lmao

The car ride felt longer than it was, you thanked yourself you put your air conditioning on before you left because if you didn't you be even more hot and horny than you already are.

You couldn't help but notice the firm grip Rafe had on the steering wheel, how his muscle moved turning corners and how he would clench his jaw impatiently at every red light.

How he never bothered to put a shirt back on, how you can see his tanned and prominent abs.

You had put a shirt on to his request, you grabbed one of Rafes checkered buttons ups. However you could smell him in the fabric, every inch of your body yearns for your boyfriend.

His absent touch makes you forget the whole stupid rule in the first place.

"So I take it swimming was fun then" Rafe speaks like silk, his voice so soothing and normal. Yet despite his regular tone your ears heat up in a flustered state.

"Yeah, tiring though" your answer is simple yet satisfactory. As you take a sip of your drink bottle you chuck your bag across the room.

"Uh huh" Rafe taps his fingers across your desk in almost a twitching movement.

Just as you're about to give in and tell him you don't care about the stupid rule you see that face he makes, that little smirk he does when he knows he's winning in comparison.

The rule stays... for now, you swallow any nefarious thoughts about him as you try to relax yourself, fixing your posture.

If there was one thing about the two of you it was that on the same team, you were both unbeatable, however on separate teams, you'd tear each other apart in the spirit of competition.

Rafe shifts his weight, he uses you desk as a chair watching you intently as you waltz past him to your wardrobe. You made sure to sway your hips teasingly knowing it's rile him up the way you want.

"What we're you up to while I was swimming?" You ask simply as you unbutton his shirt from your body ever so slowly.

"Thinking about how I really should've slapped your ass that night, then we wouldn't be doing this stupid shit" he mumbles almost breathlessly, his eyes stay in your figure as you fold his shirt tucking it away with the other clothes he keeps here.

"Well what a shame then" you purr like a cat ready to rouble at any moment, luring in their prey.

First you toy with the strings holding up your bikini, despite the boiling sun you were still a little damp from the pool so you slowly tug on the knot holding the fabric to your chest.

You hear Rafe inhale sharply as you pull off the top completely  throwing it in a nearby hamper.

Just like that Rafe is on his feet again standing behind you in a swift movement his hand roaming free in your bare skin.

"Rafe-"

"Yeah yeah no sex but I can still touch you though" he says making an excuse, you scoff in both annoyance at his tone and disbelief that you're now in the lead.

This man will do anything for you and now he's practically attached himself to your naked body not planning to let go, this is going to be one fun game to play.

"No you can't Rafe" you pull away and place your pointer finger in his chest pushing him back a little.

Rafes mouth drops in realisation as he goes to complain "that's so unfair, you can just walk around with you tits out like that practically naked!"