Song rec: Him and I (Halsey ft G-Easy)
Warnings: MDNI, smut, cum dumping, dirty talk, rafe (He’s a warning in and of himself), Pussy licking (Cuz ur authors a slut), readers jealous ex makes Rafe act out.
A/N Note: Hey babes. I know I just started Bloodlines Traitor, but hear me out, this has to get released first. I SWEAR I'm actively working on it. If you don’t believe me, ask my wife. @boundbyeclipse <3
Further info: This was kind of a request? Thank you for the idea @rafesthroatbaby, Time line is the start of season 3 Rafe.
Further tags: @wishyouloveme (Main blog)
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem!reader
TAG TIME: @Boundbyeclipse (Cause you read everything i write lets be fr)
You should have known you’d be in trouble. You wore a tiny skirt in the hopes to get Rafe’s attention, and now you were pouty because you got just that.
Well, not exactly. You had wanted Rafe’s attention, you’d even gone through your wardrobe and picked the prettiest outfit. A pale pink skirt, white lace leggings, and a pretty pale top that looked more like a bra than anything. Rafe had bought you all these pieces, but he probably didn’t imagine this being what you used them for.
You didn’t expect the country club to be this packed, or that your ex would show up right as you sat on Rafe’s lap while he was talking to Kelce. You noticed Rafe’s suddenly deadly look, and, deciding to figure out what had him so angry, you had turned your head to look too. Big fucking mistake.
Oh you had definitely gotten Rafe's attention. But so had someone else.
You know that saying? ‘He would die for you, Honey’, well, apparently, you had found one that would just about kill for you too.
Pressing an ever-so-gentle kiss on your forehead, and a pat to your rear through that skirt, and he had set you on your feet beside his chair. Rafe had been drinking, and that was a disaster in and of itself.
You hadn’t much noticed as he went to approach your ex, as you had sat down and begun talking to Kelce. It was only when you heard a blow land, like someone got shocked in the face, that you turned to look, purely out of boredom and excitement to see a fight. That was, until you realized it was your man starting it.
It took Kelce and Topper to get Rafe off of your ex, and after, Rafe grabbed your arm, spit on your ex and pulled you out of the country club.
Now, let's get back to current events.
Rafe had you ass up, face down in the middle of his bed, your perfectly manicured nails digging into the arm that wrapped around your chest. He hadn’t even fucked you yet, just teased, and you had already cum twice. One time from his tongue, and another just by his fingers.
You let out a needy whine when he notches his dick at your entrance, before he drags it down,and it gets caught a little on your entrance. He lets out a small groan, rubbing your clit with his tip.
“Feel that baby? Hm? Making you feel better than he ever did, right?” He groaned out into your ear, a small chuckle finding its way into his voice after.
“Please Rafe, please…need you so bad.” You moan out as his hand rubs your clit, your nails digging into his bicep a little from the feeling of overstimulation. But fuck, was it good.
“Be patient, sweet girl.You can do it. Just give me one more, then you can have me. C’mon baby, you got it.” He kept rubbing, not slowing down, not speeding up, just taking his time because he knew eventually you would listen. You always did. You fought a little, overstimulated and wanting more at the same time, but you always relaxed and listened.
You gave a small whine, turning your head to the side so if he put more of his weight on you, it wouldn't push your face into the pillow. You let yourself relax into the feeling, letting out a helpless moan as you push your hips further into the sensation.
Your legs started to tremble as the feeling became overwhelming, and you clamped your thighs around his hand. You didn’t know what you wanted, if it was an orgasm or if you wanted a breather. Only one of those would Rafe allow, especially when you were so close he could feel you clenching around nothing.
“C’mon pretty girl. You can do it. Just let go.” And you did. You listened, and let go. Your legs trembled, clenching more around his hand to keep him there while you came, your vision going in and out, and your mouth hanging out, sounds falling from your lips as you were definitely not concerned with being quiet anymore. Then again, you never were concerned with staying quiet.
Rafe slowly pulls his hand back. “There you go. That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” he cooes, and grabs your hair with one hand, pulling your head more to the side and he shoves his fingers in your mouth. “I always get to taste you. So taste yourself, taste how fucking delicious you are.”
Like the good girl you are, you wrap your lips around his fingers, tongue swirling around them in a figure 8 motion. You close your eyes, moaning softly around his fingers. He was right, you did taste good.
He pulls his fingers from your mouth, a line of spit connecting the two points, before he rubs the saliva over your lips, biting his bottom lip as he stares at you. The look he was giving makes your thighs clench, and he leans down, kissing you, his tongue shoving into your mouth like it belonged there. Which, honestly, it did.
He leans back, smoothing a hand down your back and pressing against your lower back to steady you, before he brings his dick to your entrance moving it up and down your slit to gather some wetness. He liked friction as much as the next guy, but he didn’t want to hurt you. After he was content with how much lubricant he had, he slowly pushed in.
You could feel every groove, every vein, and jesus fuck did you feel full. No matter how many times you two had sex, no matter what position, you could never get fully used to how he felt. Somehow, he always felt bigger. Every. Single. Time.
He was so worked up he could cum within the first two seconds, but he held back. He does everything he can not to cum, and counts to one hundred before he starts moving because you just fet that fucking good.
He starts with shallow gentle thrusts to gauge where you are. Whether you need a minute, or he’s good to keep going. The second he hears your encouraging moans he speeds up, his hand on your lower back sliding to your ass, giving a gentle smack to see it jiggle.
You moan, lowering your head more into the pillow to conceal how fucking good it felt. You didn’t want his ego getting any bigger than it already was.
He keeps thrusting, dragging his dick out slowly then pushing back in, and within seconds, both of you were close to an orgasm.
He buries his face in your shoulder, peppering kisses along the skin “You gonna cum with me baby? Hm?” He Keeps thrusting, his fingers going to your clit. The second you felt his rough pads touch your clit, you exploded. Your eyes roll back, and you bite your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, and you feel him cum right after you.
“Fuck, there you go. That’s what you wanted, yeah? To Feel so full?” He gives a couple more shallow thrusts, before he pulls out. You thought he would lay with you, or go get a cloth, but he didn’t. He lifts your hips more, and leans down, licking and sticking his tongue into you again.
You whimpered at the overstimulation, hand moving under your body to push him away, but he pulls back. “Just tasting you baby, breathe.”
After, he moves up your body, kissing you again, making you taste the two of you together.
And yeah, he definitely made you feel better than your ex ever had. But you won’t tell him that.
