can you do a smut with rafe x kelcies sister?
content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, food play, black!reader, oral sex, hair pulling, fingering, no proof read, dark skin!reader
you feel the cool air of the cameron’s beach house kiss your bare skin as rafe locks the bedroom door behind him. the party downstairs is still raging, kelce and his crew blasting music, but up here it’s just you, rafe, and the can of whipped cream he swiped from the kitchen.
your dark skin glows under the low lamp light, box braids cascading down your back and past your ass like a thick curtain. the diamond anklet he bought you last month sparkles around your ankle every time you shift on the bed.
“been thinkin’ about this all night,” rafe murmurs, voice low and rough as he stalks toward you. he’s already shirtless, board shorts hanging low on his hips, that cocky smirk playing on his lips. “my girl lookin’ too good in that little dress. i had to get you alone.” he whispers.
he peels the thin fabric off you slowly, letting it pool on the floor until you’re naked beneath him. your full tits, the curve of your waist, the way your braids spill over the sheets, rafe’s eyes darken with hunger.
he shakes the whipped cream can, the metal clinking softly, then presses the nozzle against your collarbone. cold white cream spirals out in a thick line down between your breasts, over your stomach, circling each nipple until they’re peaked and aching.
“rafe…” you breathe, arching a little as the chill makes you shiver. “shh, baby. let me taste.” he leans down, tongue dragging slow and hot over your skin, licking the sweetness from your collarbone first. his mouth is greedy, sucking gently at the sensitive spot before moving lower.
he swirls his tongue around one whipped cream covered nipple, pulling it into his mouth with a wet pop that makes you moan. your fingers thread through his hair, tugging as he devours you.
he trails lower, painting more cream along the dip of your hips, then down your thighs. the anklet catches the light as he spreads your legs wider, diamond flashing while he settles between them. rafe sprays a messy line right above your pussy, letting it drip down teasingly before his mouth follows.
his tongue laps it up in long, filthy strokes, sweet cream mixing with your wetness as he eats you like he’s starving. he hums against your clit, the vibration shooting pleasure up your spine.
“fuck, you taste so good,” he growls, voice muffled. one hand grips your thick braid, wrapping it around his fist like a leash while the other holds your thigh open. he adds more whipped cream, making a sticky trail over your folds, then sucks it all off with obscene sounds that echo in the room. your hips buck against his face, braids shifting wildly as you chase the building heat.
rafe doesn’t stop. he fucks you with his tongue, licking every last drop of cream from your dripping cunt until you’re shaking, thighs squeezing around his head. the anklet bounces lightly against his shoulder with every twitch of your leg.
“come on, baby. let me hear you,” he demands, sucking hard on your clit while two fingers slide deep inside you. the pressure snaps, and you cum with a broken moan, body arching off the bed as waves crash through you.
rafe pulls back, lips shiny with cream and your slick, grinning up at you. “we ain’t done yet. got a whole can left.” he sprays a dollop right on the tip of his hard cock, stroking himself slowly. “your turn to clean me up.” he teased.
you sit up, braids falling forward as you lean in, ready to return the favor, tongue swirling around his cream covered length while he watches with light eyes.
he sprays another thick swirl of whipped cream right along his hard cock, from base to tip, the cold making him hiss through his teeth. “clean it up, baby. use that pretty mouth,” he orders, voice rough.
you wrap your fingers around the base, the diamond anklet sparkling as your leg shifts for balance. your dark skin contrasts against his, lips parting as you drag your tongue slow up the underside, licking every sweet drop. the cream mixes with the salty taste of his skin, and you moan around him, taking him deeper. rafe groans, one hand fisting your thick braids to guide you. “fuck yeah… just like that.”
you hollow your cheeks, sucking him down wet and messy, tongue swirling to catch every bit of whipped cream. your head bobs faster, braids swaying with the rhythm while you take him to the back of your throat. rafe’s hips twitch, pushing a little deeper, the wet sounds of your mouth filling the room.
“shit, your mouth feels too good,” he pants, watching your full lips stretch around him. you look up at him through your lashes, eyes watering a little as you work him harder, sucking, licking, stroking what you can’t fit. more cream gets added when he pulls out briefly, only for you to dive back in, slurping it all off like it’s your favorite treat.
his grip tightens in your braids, abs flexing as he gets close. “gonna cum, baby—don’t stop.” he whimpers.
and you don’t! you suck him sloppier, faster, until his cock twitches hard on your tongue. rafe curses loud, hips stuttering as thick ropes of cum spill down your throat. you swallow every drop, milking him through it while the last bits of whipped cream mix with his release. he keeps your head in place for a few seconds longer, breathing heavy, before finally letting go.
you pull off with a soft pop, licking your lips clean and smiling up at him, anklet still glittering on your ankle. rafe drags his thumb across your bottom lip, eyes dark. “good fucking girl.”
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