AWAKEN, MY LOVE!
pairing :: rafe cameron x reader
warning :: SMUT MDNI, unprotected sex, p in v, high sex, foul language, riding.
content :: rafe is high, completely and utterly high. but goddamn, how good you feel wrapped around his dick.
a/n :: first smut i ever wrote.. kinda embarrassed… but i really hope you’ll enjoy it! english is not my first language btw, so i tried my best. xoxox
rafe was fucking buzzed.
the cocaine thrill was tearing through his veins, making him feel pretty fucking dizzy and insanely good at the same time, like his whole body had been plugged into a live wire. his fingers wouldn’t stop twitching, jerking in sharp, nervous spasms, as if he were a fucking time bomb about to explode and paint something bloody all over the walls. the world kept spinning around him in lazy, nauseating circles, his ears ringing with an ugly, high-pitched whistle that drilled straight into his skull. his nose itched like hell, an unbearable, crawling sensation, and all he wanted was to shove his fingers up his nostrils and scratch until it burned, until it bled, just to make it fucking stop.
the black of his pupils had swallowed the cerulean blue of his irises whole, leaving his eyes dark, glossy, almost empty, like deep wells. his mouth felt dry and pasty, his lips sticking together every time he tried to swallow, even his tongue itching restlessly against his teeth. his jaw clenched and unclenched without him even noticing, a nervous reflex he couldn’t control, and his heartbeat slammed hard against his ribs, too fast, too loud, like a drum going fucking insane inside his chest. every nerve ending felt sharpened, hypersensitive, buzzing with a sick, electric energy that made his skin prickle and his muscles tense, ready to spring for no reason at all.
but fuck, he felt so good. stupidly, dangerously good. he let his head fall back against the couch, throat exposed, eyes half-lidded, breathing shallow and uneven, as if he were slowly being swallowed by the cushions beneath him. the room blurred at the edges, melting into shadows and distorted shapes, like he was sinking into warm, treacherous quicksand. his mind floated somewhere between clarity and chaos, thoughts racing too fast to catch, laughter almost bubbling up for no fucking reason, while his body stayed heavy and slack, lost in that sweet, poisonous comfort he knew damn well could chew him up and spit him out, yet he didn’t care, not right now, not while the rush still owned every inch of him.
especially not when some cunt was wrapped so fucking tightly around him, clinging to his skin like a fucking leech, making his hips twitch desperately without him even realizing it. it wasn’t pleasure in a clean, simple way, more like a restless, burning pressure coiling low in his body, teasing his nerves and driving him half-crazy. every small movement sent a new wave of sensation through him, sharp and needy. his breath hitched, a rough, uneven sound scraping out of his throat, and his cock twitched like three fucking times inside.
“fuckin’.. bounce..” he managed to rasp, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips. ah, God, look at those tits jiggling in front of his face, perky nipples looking right at him and probably waiting for his lips to wrap around them. suck nice and slow.
you let out a small, broken sigh of pleasure, the sound slipping from your lips before you even had time to think about it, your body reacting on pure instinct. your hips lifted on their own, chasing the sensation, before sinking back down roughly, a careless, needy movement that sent a sharp jolt straight through you. the feeling of his fat, spongy tip grazing your cervix made you jerk hard, a breath catching painfully in your throat as your sharp fingers dug into the solid plane of his toned chest, gripping him like an anchor.
“shut the fuck up, rafe,” you finally exhale, the words coming out low and strained, almost shaky, more breath than voice, before you start rolling your hips slowly, deliberately, testing the rhythm, letting the heat coil deeper in your belly. every small movement dragged another wave of sensation through you, messy and overwhelming, your pulse hammering in your ears.
the lewd sounds bouncing off the walls were unmistakable, wet and obscene, echoing back at them in messy, broken rhythms that made the whole room feel too small, too charged, too fucking alive. rafe was losing his fucking mind, completely gone in the haze, his senses drowning in the noise, the heat, the overwhelming feeling of your inner walls squeezing him dry. “fuck, baby—so tight..” his vision blurred at the edges, pupils blown wide, and he couldn’t even see your face in his daze, only vague shapes and shifting shadows, like the world had narrowed down to nothing but raw sensation and filthy sound.
his movements were sluggish but he managed damn well to grab the fat of your ass, blunt nails digging into the flesh, before making you bounce on his cock. up, down, up down, up down. his eyes rolled back upon the feeling of your walls squeezing the shit out of him, and he couldn’t stop slamming his hips up, burying himself to the hilt and hitting your cervix just right. “ah—fuck!” you moaned, arms wrapping tight around his neck.
rafe buried his head in your neck, breath hot and uneven against your skin, one of his hands dragging slowly up your spine, fingers slipping over the thin layer of sweat like he was memorizing every inch of you. his grip tightened for half a second, almost possessive, almost desperate, as he inhaled deeply, greedily, like your scent was the only thing keeping him grounded in the middle of his fucked-up haze. it was hypnotic to him, intoxicating in the worst way, a mix of your sweat that he wanted to lick off your whole fucking body and that damn perfume that always drove him crazy. “oh my.. God..” he groaned deeply, almost sounding like a raspy whimper. “ah—fuck, fuck—“
you rocked your hips even harder, faster, the movement turning messy and instinctive, your brows knitting together tightly as the tension coiled deeper inside you. “that’s it,” he snarled, slicked lips parted. you could feel yourself clench even tighter around him, your body reacting on its own, chasing that brutal, overwhelming rush that kept building in your lower belly. the pressure grew hot and almost unbearable, a thick, dizzying wave that made your breath stutter and your grip tighten without you realizing it, nails biting faintly into his flushed skin.
your vision started to whiten around the edges, the room blurring into light and shadow, sounds stretching and warping until all you could really register was the frantic beat of your heart and the filthy, slick rhythm of your ass colliding against his pelvis. “fuck, gonna cum—“ a broken sound slipped from your throat, half gasp, half moan, as your orgasm hit like a tidal wave.
the sensation of your tightness literally crushing him, sent rafe on fucking cloud nine — his whole body locking up for a split second as a sharp, delicious tension clenched in his abdomen. he was completely wrecked by it, cock still buried deep, breath breaking apart as the release tore through him in hot, thick ropes of cum, spilling inside your walls and leaving him dizzy and undone.
“rafe—” you started, your breath still heavy as you looked down at him, words catching in your throat. “shut the fuck up.” he cut you off quick, voice rough and clipped, already pushing you away from his lap without a care.
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