Rafe Cameron Imagines

Wet Dream🟠

A/N:havent updated in a bit soz lol/probs isnt smmt rafe would do either but yk
WC:622
Warnings: unedited work/smutish/swearing/

It was around 10am when i woke up to the sound of groaning. I turned over in the bed to face Rafe.

His golden hair reflected the light perfectly as his mouth opened to a slight o-shape. Small squeaks would come out of his mouth and the occasional "y/nn" would too. At first, I had no clue what he was doing. He started to groan more and more and his chest would rise and fall quickly. I began to gently shake him, in an attempt to wake him. His groans just got more often, and he began to move in a thrust-type motion. I knew some women would try to wake him up with a blowjob in this situation, but that was not my style.

His hair began to stick to his forehead as he began to whine sleepily,
"y/nn, fuck y/n please"

His moans were music to my ears as i began to blush. The urge to touch him was definitely there, but i was not prepared to act upon it. Not yet anyway. His abs glistened with sweat as the sheets moved down his abdomen. It was obvious what was happening but you didn't want it to end just yet.

His sweet voice filled your ears as you tried to snuggle into the side if his body, placing your leg strategically close to his clothed member.

He groaned deeply before slowing down his thrusts, signalling that he had reached his "high". You grinned, a plan forming in your head.

A few minutes later he awoke properly as you pretended to be asleep. This was a skill you had learned over the few months of dating him. It was very useful for many reasons.

He began to recognise what had happened minutes before and rushed around the room, quiet as possible, in an attempt to clean up his mess.

Rafe POV

*shit shit shit*
she cant find out about this ill never live it down. fuck sake rafe cant you just chill for 2 seconds?!?

Y/N POV

I watched out the corner of my eye as he tried to clean up the bedsheets, smiling to myself as he questioned himself aloud.

"oh fuck sake rafe, control yourself."

His hands accidentally brushed against my bare back. A perfect time for me to "wake up".

I brushed hair out of my eyes as i "woke up" dramatically. His whole body stiffened as he attempted to hide the cleaning wipes behind his torso.
"Morning sugar tits" he started, briskly walking towards the en-suite. It was obvious that he was hiding something, but I went along with it all the same.

"Morning hun, what were you doing next to the bed?"

His breath hitched, I knew he was struggling to think of an answer.

"I was going to wake you up haha, it nearly mid-day and all.."

"Its 9am Rafe. Whats the matter?"

He sighed deeply before sitting on your end of the bed. He started to fumble with his fingers before giggling slightly. He looked insane.

You scooted back in bed before asking him what was wrong again. You were basically prying it out of him.

Around 10 minutes later, he finally burst (A/N : again😏) and told you what had happened. You couldn't contain your laughter as he stormed off into the bathroom, you followed him as he slumped next to the sink. Hugging him tightly, you told him the truth about what you had heard. He nuzzled his head in his neck and said,

"it was hot though, wasn't it?"