fifteen minutes 𐙚
Rafe Cameron x Reader (Best Friend’s Sister) Explicit (18+) warnings! oral (m receiving), rough dom/sub dynamics, hair pulling, possessiveness, degradation kink, explicit language
The shower turns on down the hall, the low rush of water echoing through the house.
You're curled up on your bed, scrolling your phone like you’re not completely on edge with Rafe downstairs and your brother oblivious...again.
The door creaks.
You look up.
And there he is, already locking it behind him, already smirking like he’s got you right where he wants you.
“We’ve got fifteen minutes,” Rafe says lowly, already toeing off his shoes. “Maybe less.”
Your stomach flips. “Are you insane?”
He’s walking toward you like he didn’t hear that. His shirt’s half-unbuttoned, his hair still damp from the beach, and the look in his eyes? Devouring.
“Don’t care,” he mutters. “Been thinking about your mouth all goddamn day.”
“Rafe—”
“No time for that innocent shit.” He grabs your chin, thumb brushing your bottom lip before he leans in, voice hot against your mouth. “On your knees. Now.”
Your breath hitches, thighs clenching, but you slide off the bed and onto the floor like muscle memory. He watches you with that look, already unbuckling his belt.
“You like sneaking around, huh?” he mutters, voice rough. “Like knowing your brother’s right there while you suck me off?”
You whimper.
He chuckles, dark and low. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
You reach for him and he catches your hand, grip tight.
“No hands.” He fists your hair and guides your face toward his cock, pulling it out already hard and heavy. “Mouth only. Let me see how much you missed me.”
You open your mouth, and he doesn’t waste time, sliding in with a hiss, the weight of him on your tongue almost enough to make your eyes water.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans, head tipping back. “Always so good for me.”
You start moving, slow at first, then deeper, letting him guide the pace. His hand stays firm in your hair, controlling, dragging a moan from you every time he fucks just a little deeper into your throat.
“Look at you,” he breathes, eyes locked on yours. “On your knees for me like a fucking angel. My best friend’s little sister. Such a dirty fucking secret.”
You moan around him, and he groans in response, his hips twitching.
“God, I could live in this mouth.” He thumbs your cheek, watching the bulge as he presses deeper. “So pretty when you choke for me.”
Then—
Footsteps.
You freeze. The water’s still running, but your brother’s moving. Too close.
Rafe’s hand tightens in your hair, forcing your eyes up. “Don’t stop. He won’t check in here.”
You whimper, but you keep going, heart pounding, breath catching, spit pooling.
“That’s my girl,” Rafe growls. “So fucking good for me. So desperate. Bet you’re soaked right now just knowing we could get caught.”
He pulls you off him for a second, your lips wet and swollen, breathing hard. He tilts your chin up, dragging a thumb across your mouth.
“Look at you. Ruined.”
You hear a door shut, your brother back in the bathroom maybe, or his room, but still close.
Rafe watches you, then grabs your face again, guiding himself back into your mouth with a growl.
“Finish what you started, baby.”
You do. Desperate and messy and silent except for the sound of your lips on him, your throat tightening around every thrust, and his low curses.
When he comes, it’s with a ragged groan and his hands tight in your hair, hips shuddering.
He pulls out slowly, chest rising and falling hard. You’re blinking up at him, mouth still parted, breathless.
He kneels, wipes your lip with his thumb, and kisses you, filthy and fast.
“You’re mine,” he whispers, forehead pressed to yours. “No matter who’s in the next room.”
You don't say anything.
You don't have to.
You both already know.
