hii honey, i love your writing! i was wanting to ask if you could do a storyline where rafe meets a homeschooled isolated kook princess who is a huge prude (like freaks out at having to say the word sex, lol.), and maybe rafe has a corruption kink, basically where he corrupts reader into a sex obsessed girl, maybe even introducing her into drugs. something toxic!
thank you!! much love xoxo
⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ✦
pov. the christian good girl gets wrapped up in somethin’ that’s nothing but bad news
content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, corruption kink, religion mentioning, toxic!rafe, innocent!reader, toxic household, no proof read, dramatic description of christian home, virgin!christian!reader, heavy drug usage, rafe snorts/licks coke off of reader, drug abuse, insert
growing up, you were restricted from electronics, taught that sex was something involved with the devil, and that if you were ever to see something sexual, you must pray for the lord to forgive you. so when you were finally allowed to go to public middle school, any chance boys got to look at you, you’d assume they were sinners and judge them intensely, telling your parents, which caused them to tell their parents—even if they were staring at your face because you had food on it.
most of the time, they had absolutely no idea of your existence when you told on them, which caused you to be extremely hated by boys growing up. but who could blame you? you were only just now experiencing people outside of your household.
but that didn’t last long. you were only two months into public schooling before you got taken out. there was never really a reason given, but it had something to do with the school not being christian enough.
your standards were constantly high, always for your lord and savior.
when you finally reached eighteen, you got a cellphone. it wasn’t anything special, it was a flip phone, the kind of phone that made you embarrassed to even pull it out in public, so you’d leave it at home or bury it deep in your purse so nobody could accidentally see it.
to say that you were just insecure would be an understatement. you were a walking joke to yourself.
your self esteem was wrecked. your faith made you disgusted with yourself; showing a little bit of your body made you feel slutty, and in your parents’ eyes, gave them full permission to make fun of you. most likely until you cried, which was always how it worked.
you spoke soft and proper, like the older movies in the 60’s, only because that was the only source of personality you were allowed to have. if you came back to the house having picked up a different saying, it’d be called devilish, and you wouldn’t be allowed out of your room until you forced your brain not to ever let it slip out of your mouth again.
the first time you ever got a friend, you were excited. you called her on your flip phone constantly, but one of your parents always had to be present to keep the conversation godly. which you agreed to, or accepted.
life was amazing. you finally got to talk to someone who wasn’t a person trapped inside your square boxed television in the living room.
her laugh was memorized in your brain, and you never wanted to let it go. in fact, sometimes it made you cry when you were alone because you adored the woman so much.
but the honeymoon phase of your friendship ended when you were on the phone with her and one of her friends slipped up and admitted that she had been talking badly about you. saying all the trashiest things about you, all the things you’d heard from your parents before.
slut. whore. hoe bag. skank. ugly. bitchy. fat.
the phone call went silent, and you hung up instantly, hugging your mother, who was sitting on the edge of your bed reading the bible. you explained what happened, and instead of comforting you, she scolded you.
“that’s what you get when you make friends with sinners! i told you, her shorts were whore-ish. how could you be so stupid?”
ever since that day, you never interacted with women again to be friends with them. it wasn’t like you didn’t crave friendship like interaction with them, or an opportunity to help them out, but you were terrified of being treated like that again.
you were taught that under god, everyone was your friend and everyone should treat each other as such.
but when you came across this man named rafe, there was no way you could even attempt to be friends with him. you smiled hard naturally when talking to him, cheeks all pink.
you’d never been flirty before, never even attempted to be promiscuous, so when you watched the other pretty blondes flirt, you were upset. not because of how pretty they were, which they absolutely were, but because you’d been so late to the trends of being a woman.
you were eighteen and still wearing church approved length skirts, long sleeved office mom shirts, hair down because if it was up it’d be considered too slutty and sinning.
so over time, you’ve adapted the game that you’ve seen work on men; eyes flickering down at his lips then back up at his eyes, a cute yet dangerous smile, tension, the tone of your voice, pulling him gently toward you, your lips parted like they were begging for a kiss from him.
what you got from the men when they reacted was their interest. they liked the chase, the thrill, the excitement that came with a good flirt. an inviting, consenting woman seemed to draw their attention, leaving room for their imagination to run wild. the women always seemed to be in charge; just a simple shake of their head or a judgmental once over was more than enough of a hint for the men.
in a way, sex felt empowering to you. that’s how the college girls would describe it in public whenever you’d walk past them. it gave you control, it gave you access to the guy, money sometimes, even love.
eventually, you took a deep breath, let all your anxiety escape through your nostrils, and talked to the two girls—not at church, but at the grocery store while your mother wasn’t hounding you like you were still six years old.
they were in the chip aisle, looking for fat free chips for one of their diets.
you side eyed them and gulped, searching around the checkout lane for a reason to walk up to them, then it came to you, lip gloss! you grabbed a tube of lip gloss and walked over, purposefully dropping it onto the floor with a small gasp.
“oh my! is this yours?” you asked, looking down at the lip gloss beside the girl’s heels. she turned, her brows furrowing. “oh, uh… i don’t think so?” she answered nervously. you stared, completely stunned that she had even replied to you. “oh—um… uh, i’m…” you stuttered, swallowing.
“i’m raegan,” she explained, bending down to pick up the lip gloss. “and this is from the checkout lane, silly. if you wanted a reason to talk to us, you should’ve just come up to us!” raegan, the blonde smiled, her voice incredibly girly, reminding you of the early 2000s, almost like paris hilton.
your breath hitched before you laughed softly, completely embarrassed. “gee, i’m sorry,” you started, holding onto your own arm. “i just thought you were really cool, and i’ve never really had cool girlfriends, so…”
you paused, realizing you were oversharing, your eyes flickering between the two girls. “we can tell,” the other girl said, glancing down at your skirt. you frowned and nodded. “yeah… my mom forced me to wear this.” your lips pressed into a flat line. the girl’s jaw dropped. “oh my god, no way.” she scoffed.
“what a jerk of a mom.” the blonde said, she lightly pinched the fabric of your skirt, moving it between her fingers before looking back at you. “listen, there’s a party this weekend. be there. we’ll pick you up and everything.”
the blonde held your gaze as though she was making you promise the most important thing in the world. “oh gee, i don’t know! i don’t have anything to wear,” you admitted with a frown.
“ugh, girl, nonsense,” the other girl chimed in. “i’ll buy you something. what’s your phone number?” you gulped. “i have a flip phone,” you admitted. “y2k. so 2000s,” the blonde laughed with a grin. “…and my mom is always monitoring me,” you continued, your frown only deepening.
the girls exchanged thoughtful looks. “how about this,” the blonde suggested. “you give me your address. i’ll pick you up this saturday at twelve, you can change at the gas station next to the party, and i’ll have you home by three in the morning. sound good?” she asked.
a smile spread across your face as you nodded eagerly. “yes! oh, how wonderful!” you respond. the girls stared at you. “are you, like… a disney princess?” the other girl asked. the blonde chewed her gum a little more aggressively as she looked you over, something almost judgmental lingering in her expression. after a couple seconds, she cleared her throat.
you nodded. you ended up giving them your address, and you went home excited. you didn’t show it, but you were beyond happy.
it was finally time to experience what being a normal person felt like; boys, people experimenting with drugs and alcohol, parties, and a world you’d only ever watched from a distance.
“oh boy… are you sure this fits me?” you asked, nervously tugging at the hem of the dress as it rode higher against your thighs, feeling as though it was determined to expose you. “yes, it does! that’s hot. keep it on!” raegan replied without hesitation, looking you up and down inside the cramped bathroom stall with an approving grin.
“cute,” the other girl added, shamelessly admiring your outfit. “if i ever turn gay, i’d like to be your secret girlfriend. since you’re christian and stuff.” raegan teased. “thank you?” you replied cautiously, your brows knitting together as you tried to figure out whether she was joking or being sincere.
both girls burst into laughter.
“god, she’s adorable,” raegan giggled, reaching over to smooth a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “you’re gonna survive tonight. just… don’t say anything too churchy.” she comments and you nodded earnestly.
“i’ll try.” you smile. “don’t try,” the other girl laughed. “just copy what everyone else does.” the other girl said. the words settled somewhere deep inside your chest, copy what everyone else does. that was something you knew how to do.
raegan pushed open the bathroom door, and the bass from the party immediately swallowed the room. music rattled through the walls hard enough to make your ribs vibrate, conversations overlapping with laughter, shouting, and the occasional cheer from somewhere deeper inside the house.
the smell hit you next, perfume, beer, sweet smoke you couldn’t quite identify. it was nothing like church, nothing like home.
people stood shoulder to shoulder throughout the house, cups balanced in their hands as they drifted from room to room without a care in the world. girls laughed loudly without covering their mouths. boys wrapped lazy arms around their friends’ shoulders. everyone looked comfortable, everyone looked like they belonged.
you hesitated in the hallway. your fingers instinctively reached for the bottom of your dress again, trying to pull it lower, raegan caught your wrist before you could. “stop doing that,” she said gently, lowering your hand. “you look good.” she reassures and you swallowed. “i feel… exposed.” you comment.
“that’s because you’re not used to dressing for yourself yet.” she smiled, before you could ask what that meant, the girls guided you farther into the house. your eyes wandered everywhere; the kitchen, the living room, the people dancing without caring who was watching.
it felt like stepping into a movie you’d only ever been allowed to watch with someone covering your eyes during certain scenes.
then your attention landed on him.
he was leaning against the kitchen counter with effortless confidence, one hand wrapped loosely around a red cup while he talked to a group of people around him. every few seconds someone laughed at something he’d said.
he barely seemed to be trying, it was like he didn’t have to. your gaze lingered longer than it should have. “who’s that?” you asked quietly, careful not to stare too obviously.
raegan followed your eyes before letting out a small laugh. “him? that’s rafe.” she answered, your lips parted a bit. “he’s…” you start, while you searched for the right word. “very handsome.” the other girl finished while raegan smirked. “yeah. everyone thinks that.” raegen laughed, your stomach fluttered in a way you didn’t recognize.
you watched as another girl walked past him, brushing his arm while saying something that made him grin. she looked so… natural, like she’d done it a thousand times.
“…how does she do that?” you asked softly and raegan looked at you. “do what?” she questioned. “flirt.” you say simply, the word came out almost like a confession. you looked back toward rafe. “i don’t… know how.” you admitted.
raegan’s expression softened. “seriously?”
you nodded. “i’ve never really…” your voice trailed off as heat climbed into your cheeks. “i was always taught not to look at boys too long. i don’t know what’s supposed to happen.” you laugh. raegan smiled sympathetically before looping her arm through yours.
“okay,” she said. “first lesson.” she starts. she nodded toward rafe without taking her eyes off you. “flirting isn’t about having some perfect line. half the time it’s just confidence. you smile, you keep the conversation going, and you don’t panic every time he looks at you.” she explains.
your brows knit together. “…that sounds difficult.” you reply. “it is at first,” raegan admitted with a laugh. “but you’ll be surprised how far a little confidence gets you.” her brows lift up as she smiled. you glanced back toward rafe again. “…and if i don’t have confidence?” you ask.
raegan smiled knowingly. “then fake it until you do.” she said, winking. so that you did!
you weren’t entirely sure how your legs managed to carry you across the room. maybe it was the music, maybe it was raegan’s encouragement, or maybe it was the fact that if you thought about it any longer, you’d lose every ounce of courage you had managed to scrape together.
behind you, raegan mouthed, you got this.
you nodded once, then immediately forgot every single thing she’d just taught you. rafe noticed you before you reached him.
he’d seen you walk in nearly five minutes ago, awkwardly trailing behind the two girls like you’d accidentally wandered into the wrong house. while everyone else blended into the party, you stood out without even trying, not because you were loud, but because you weren’t.
like someone had taken a girl straight out of sunday morning and dropped her into a friday night house party. it definitely caught his attention, and now you were walking straight toward him.
he lifted an eyebrow, taking another sip from his cup before setting it on the counter.
“hey.” he started, his voice was casual and so easy. it made your rehearsed greeting disappear instantly. your mind emptied….completely.
you stared at him and he stared back.
your throat became dry, a lump created as you started to sweat.
“…hi,” you finally managed. “…hi,” he repeated, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
then silence….complete awkward silence. you’d had an entire conversation planned, you were going to compliment his shirt, or maybe ask how he knew the girls…or introduce yourself for christ sake.
instead you gave him nothing. every word had packed its bags and abandoned you.
you looked over your shoulder for raegan.
she dramatically motioned for you to say something, your stomach twisted as you looked back at him. “…i forgot.” you said. rafe let out a short laugh through his nose. “forgot what?” he asked. “…everything.” you reply, brows furrowed in embarrassment. you answered so honestly that it almost made him laugh again.
his head tilted slightly.
“you came over here without a plan?” he asked, his eyes watching your face as if you were a puppy and had just got kicked. “i had one..” you mentioned, while you frowned at yourself. “it’s… gone.” you add. he watched you for another second.
girls usually walked over already knowing exactly what they wanted from him. they’d lean against the counter, laugh a little too hard, touch his arm, play some version of the same game.
you? you looked like you wanted permission to breathe. it was strangely refreshing to him. there was something amusing about watching someone so obviously inexperienced trying to step into a world they clearly didn’t belong in yet.
he shouldn’t have found it interesting, but he did… and sort of hot. “what’s your name?” he asked, and you visibly relaxed.
finally! a question you could easily tell him.
you told him your name, your shoulders loosening just enough that you remembered to breathe. “i’m rafe.” he added after you, and you nodded enthusiastically. “i know.” you say, which that earned another smile from him. “course you do.” he said, his eyes not lifting from yours. your cheeks warmed.
“my friend told me.” you said, smiling. “which one?” he asked. “raegan.” you answered. he glanced toward the kitchen doorway where raegan was pretending not to watch. “…she send you over here?” he teased with his soft smile, and you hesitated.
“…sort of.” you answer and he laughed shortly. “sort of?” he echoes. “she said…” you looked down at your shoes before forcing yourself to meet his eyes again. “…she said i should learn how to flirt.” you detailed. rafe blinked, then laughed, not at you, but because of how absurdly sincere you sounded.
“did she?” you nodded. “i’ve never done it before.” you replied, there wasn’t an ounce of irony in your voice, no attempt to sound mysterious. you were simply telling him the truth. he liked it.
he leaned one shoulder against the counter, studying you a little more carefully now. “so this…” he started, he gestured loosely between the two of you. “…this is your first attempt?” he asked. “yes.”
“…how am i doing?” you questioned, the question was so painfully genuine that he had to bite back another grin. “honestly?” he asked, and you nodded. “pretty terrible.” he told you and your face immediately fell.
he laughed again, shaking his head. “nah, don’t make that face.” he said. he stepped a little closer, close enough that you instinctively looked up at him. “you’re terrible at flirting.” he starts, then he paused. “but you’re real.”
his eyes lingered on yours for a second. “that’s kinda cute.” he assured and you blinked. “…it is?” you asked and he nodded. “yeah.” he replied, his grin widened. “don’t start pretending now.” he stated. you looked genuinely confused.
“pretending?” you question. “to be like everybody else.” he explained further, his gaze drifted around the room before settling back on you. “they’re all putting on a show.” he shrugged. “you don’t even know how.” he brings up, and your lips parted slightly.
“…is that… bad?” you ask, brows furrowing now. “nah.” he answered your question and his smile turned almost amused. “i think i’d rather see what happens when somebody teaches you.” he stated, something about the way he said it made your stomach flutter, though you couldn’t quite place why.
all you knew was that for the first time that night, you hadn’t embarrassed yourself enough to make someone walk away.
the rest of the night was great, and most importantly! your mother didn’t find out about the party. but since she didn’t find out, you hung out with him more, and it didn’t take much for you wanting to explore him sexually, and his bad choices.
rafe grinned wide, his frat house room dimly lit by a single lamp and the glow from his phone screen playing some trap beat low in the background. the once christian girl he’d met at that awkward party days ago was sprawled naked across his messy bed, her skin flushed and glowing, eyes half lidded and sparkling from the high.
“fuck, look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with that corruption kink that had been eating him alive since day one. she’d shown up to that party with no clue she’d be here doing this, she promised her parents she wouldn’t do this anyway, but one line, one bump, and now here she was, his perfect little project, giggling and arching under him like she’d been waiting for this her whole life.
he poured a fresh line along the curve of her spine, right between her shoulder blades. she shivered at the cool touch, letting out a soft breathy laugh. “feels so weird” she whispered, voice already slurred and happy from the coke buzzing through her veins.
he leaned down, nose brushing her warm skin, and sniffed the line hard, the rush hitting him instant. “that’s my girl,” he growled against her back, hands gripping her hips to hold her steady. “no more of that innocent shit, you can let go with me baby.” he assured.
she moaned softly as he licked the residue trailing down, his tongue hot and slow, tracing from her back over her shoulder and down to her throat. he licked a fresh path there too, another small bump dissolving under his mouth as he sucked lightly at her pulse point. she was squirming, high and loose, fingers twisting in his sheets while she laughed that bright, uninhibited laugh.
“rafe, oh my god,” she gasped, but it wasn’t prayerful anymore, it was pure blissed out fun. her body melted under him, thighs parting naturally as he moved lower.
he grinned against her stomach, drawing a lazy line right below her belly button. “god ain’t here, baby. just me.” he sniffed it off her smooth skin, then licked it all up, tongue dipping into her navel, tasting the mix of her and the bitter powder. she bucked a little, high giggles turning into breathy whimpers as the sensations hit her amplified.
down further he went, hands spreading her thighs wide. he laid another thin line along the inside of one thigh, close enough to her heat that she was trembling with anticipation. rafe looked up at her flushed face, eyes dark with satisfaction. “you were such a good little christian girl. now you’re naked in my bed doing lines with me, crazy ain’t it?”
she bit her lip, nodding hazily, the high making everything feel electric. “yeah, yeah. keep going, rafe.” you said. he snorted the line off her thigh, then licked long and thorough, tongue dragging up toward her center, teasing the sensitive skin until she was laughing and moaning at the same time, completely lost in the fun of it all. no guilt, no hesitation, just coke fueled pleasure and his hands and mouth owning every inch of her corrupted body.
they were both buzzing hard, naked and tangled, the night stretching out with more lines, more licks, more of her innocent walls crumbling while rafe reveled in every second of it.
rafe had her pinned on her back in the middle of his bed, both of them still completely naked and sweating under the low lights. the coke was everywhere now, lines scattered across her tits, her stomach, the dip of her hips. she was giggling and moaning at the same time, eyes glassy and wild from how much they’d already done, her little christian walls long gone.
“fuck, you’re so wet for me,” rafe groaned as he thrust deep inside her, slow and hard, stretching her open while he leaned down and licked a thick line of coke right off the swell of her breast. his tongue dragged over her nipple, sucking the powder and her skin clean as he fucked her harder. she arched up into him with a broken cry, the rush hitting her even stronger while he was buried inside.
“rafe—oh! shit,” she gasped, high as hell and loving every filthy second. her hands clawed at his back, pulling him closer as another wave of pleasure mixed with the drugs. he smirked down at her, something dark burning in his eyes that she couldn’t quite grasp yet. “i’m ruining you, baby. look at you, getting fucked and doing coke like a little slut.” he scooped more powder onto his fingers and rubbed it along her collarbone before licking it off slowly, hips snapping forward in rhythm, pounding into her tight heat.
every thrust made her bounce, tits jiggling as he snorted another line straight off her sternum mid stroke. the bitter taste mixed with her sweat drove him crazier. he grabbed her jaw, forcing her mouth open, and kissed her deep, his tongue coated in fresh coke. she moaned into his mouth, sucking greedily on his tongue, licking every bit of the powder off while he fucked her senseless.
“that’s it, suck it off my tongue like a good girl,” he growled against her lips, feeding her more with every sloppy kiss. she was whimpering, high and desperate, legs wrapped tight around his waist as she licked and sucked, swallowing the mix of coke and spit while he railed into her.
rafe pulled back just enough to lay another line down her stomach, right above where he was sliding in and out of her. he licked it clean in one long stripe, never breaking his rhythm, tongue flicking over her skin as he drove deeper. she was shaking, another orgasm building fast from the insane mix of drugs and his cock.
“more,” she begged breathlessly, voice wrecked. “give me more, rafe.” she begged. he laughed low and dark, scooping another bump and letting it dissolve on his tongue before kissing her again.
she sucked hungrily, licking every grain off while he fucked her harder, the bed creaking, both of them lost in heavy, messy, coked out sex. lines on her thighs, lines on her neck, him licking it all off her body while he filled her up over and over, turning his innocent girl into his perfect corrupted fucktoy for the night.
they weren’t stopping anytime soon, but your parents didn’t know that. so when she wasn’t in her bed the next morning, her mother was ready on the phone with police. but that didn’t stop anything, you both were still going when morning came around.
rafe’s room was hazy with morning light filtering through the blinds, the clock showing past nine but neither of them cared. they’d been going for hours, round after round of filthy, coked out sex that blurred into one endless high. the bed was a disaster of sheets, empty baggies, and scattered powder. his once little christian girl was still under him, legs spread wide, pussy soaked and used as he thrust into her slow and deep for what felt like the tenth time.
“still can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you like this at sunrise,” he rasped, voice hoarse from the night, sweat dripping down his chest. he had her on her back again, one of her legs hooked over his shoulder as he ground into her, hitting that spot that made her eyes roll back. she was wrecked, hair messy, lips swollen, body covered in faint red marks from his mouth, but the coke kept them both buzzing, refusing to let the high crash.
he leaned down, licking a messy line of fresh powder off her tits while he fucked her, tongue swirling around her nipple as he snorted hard. “my perfect little slut,” he groaned against her skin, hips snapping forward harder. “you were praying last week. now you’re taking my cock all night like you were made for it.” he laughed.
she moaned loud, high and delirious, nails digging into his shoulders. “rafe… don’t stop. feels so fucking good,” she whimpered, voice raw from screaming through the rounds. her body trembled with another orgasm building, the mix of exhaustion and drugs making everything hypersensitive. he kissed her deep, feeding her coke straight off his tongue again, letting her suck and lick it greedily while he pounded her through it.
they’d already switched positions countless times, her riding him while he snorted lines off her stomach, him bending her over and licking it off her ass before sliding back in, her on her knees sucking him off with powder on his cock that she licked clean between rounds. now in the morning light it was raw and lazy but relentless, his thrusts deep and possessive as he chased another high with her.
“you’re mine now,” he muttered, licking another trail of coke down her throat and stomach while never stopping fucking her. “this is what you are. my coked up little fucktoy.” he stated.
she came again with a broken cry, clenching around him tight, but he just kept going, flipping her onto her side for another angle, spooning her close as he entered her from behind. more lines, more licking, more messy kisses where she sucked the powder off his tongue like she couldn’t get enough. the sun climbed higher but they were still lost in it, rounds blurring together, heavy drug haze keeping them fucking through the morning like animals who didn’t know how to quit.
“have you guys…” one of your friends wiggled her eyebrows dramatically. “…you know.” she added and your eyes widened. you looked around instinctively, making sure no strangers at the gas station were close enough to hear.
they both froze. “…seriously?” they asked and you nodded once. their mouths fell open. “that fast?” they questioned. “i…” you looked at your melting slushie. “…i love him.” you muttered. the laughter disappeared, the two girls exchanged a glance, a long one.
one that made the smile slowly leave your face. “…what?” you asked quietly. one sighed. “nothing.” they said, then swallowed. “don’t do that,” you replied. “that’s what my parents do.” you frown.
they exchanged another look, then finally, one of them spoke. “…i just don’t think rafe’s good for you.” the words hit harder than you expected, these two girls were with you since day one, since your first party, first shots, first alcohol experience. you frowned. “…why?”
“because he’s rafe.” the other explained, rolling her eyes softly. “…what does that mean?” you asked. she rubbed the back of her neck. “look… he’s charming. everybody knows that.”
“he’s also been with… a lot of girls,” the other added carefully. “like… a lot.” the other one chimed in. your stomach tightened. “people can change.”
“they can.” one started. “…but has he?” the other chimed in one again, then silence settled, you didn’t answer, because you didn’t know. one of the girls reached over, lightly squeezing your arm. “we’re not trying to be mean.”
“we actually like him more than we should,” the other admitted with a small laugh. “he’s funny. he’s attractive.” one explained. “…he’s really attractive,” the other muttered. they both laughed before growing serious again. “that’s kind of the problem.”
you looked between them, confused. “guys like him know they’re attractive.” they explained together. “they know exactly what to say.” one explained. “exactly how to make a girl feel special.” then the other said.
you frowned. “…he makes me feel special.” you admit. they both softened. “we know.” one of them sighed. “that’s why we’re worried.” one whispers and your brows pulled together.
some time later, rafe had you in his lap on the couch in his room that same hazy afternoon, the remnants of last night’s binge still scattered around them. she was naked again, straddling his thighs, his hard cock pressed between them as she looked at him with those big conflicted eyes, the high making her thoughts spill out.
“my friends keep saying you’re not good for me,” she murmured, voice soft but shaky, even as her body betrayed her and rocked slowly against him. “they basically said that this is a bit too fast, that this… all the coke and everything… it’s too much. maybe they’re right.” you said.
he smirked, that darkness flaring as he cupped her jaw, thumb brushing her lips. “they’re just jealous, baby,” he whispered, leaning back and sprinkling a thick line of coke across his abs, right below his chest. “don’t listen to them. they don’t know how good this feels. how good we feel.” he guided her head down gently but firmly. “c’mon, snort it off me. show me you know better.” he assured.
she hesitated for half a second, then leaned in, pressing her nose to his warm skin and snorting the line hard. the rush hit her instantly, making her moan and grind down on his cock. rafe groaned, hands gripping her hips. “that’s my girl. fuck, you’re so pretty when you do that.”
“but rafe—” she started again, eyes glassy as she licked the residue off his abs, tongue dragging over the defined lines of his muscles.
“shh, don’t listen to them baby,” he cooed, voice low and persuasive while he lined up more powder along his chest. “they want you back in that boring good girl cage. i love you. i fucking love seeing you like this. free and high.” he pulled her up for a deep kiss, letting her suck the last bits off his tongue before pushing another line onto his thigh.
she snorted it obediently, the words sinking in with the high, her doubts melting as pleasure took over. “you love me?” she whispered, already positioning herself over his cock, sinking down slowly with a gasp.
“yeah, i love you,” rafe growled, hands on her ass as she started to ride him, rolling her hips in needy circles. “love my little christian slut. ride me, baby. show me you’re not listening to that bullshit.” he encouraged.
she moaned louder, bouncing on his cock now, hands braced on his chest as she rode him harder, the coke making everything feel electric. rafe thrust up to meet her, watching her tits bounce while she lost herself in it, doubts forgotten in the rush of him inside her and the powder buzzing through her veins. “good girl,” he praised, licking stray powder off her chin before kissing her again. “just keep riding me like that.”
notes. this is just a little bit rushed, i hope this met your expectations! ♡
