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How Are You Real. Im Actually Feral Foaming At The Mouth His Condesencion Mixed With Her Eagerness To

how are you real. im actually feral foaming at the mouth his condesencion mixed with her eagerness to please him i am died dead. NO SHES JUST LIKE ME BECAUSE I WOULD ALSO LET RAFE CAMERON DO MY THINKING FOR ME.

silk chiffon

“sundown and i’m feeling lifted, downtown, cherry lipstick”

dark(ish)!rafe cameron x bimbo!kook!reader, the rafe photo quality above is so bad i’m sorry, anyway, reader is very easily manipulated, she’s also a lana fan, smut under the cut — be warned!! blow jobs, p in v sex (protected), inspired by this blurb ANDDDD @proactivetypaperson my pookie

Rafe picked you up every Friday at noon to go get lunch, get your allowance, and then go spend it. After you went shopping, you would go back to his house and turn on your favorite show to play in the background while you gave him a fashion show. And after that, you broke in your new clothes by getting on your knees and sucking him off. It was the routine and you loved every minute of it.

Your friends questioned the fact that he gave you money, but you assured them that it’s normal (because that’s what Rafe told you). You told your best friend about how you gave him daily blowjobs and she said that most people don’t do it everyday, but again, you told her that Rafe said it’s what makes your relationship as healthy as it is. She just sighs and lets out a laugh, saying something along the lines of “If it works, it works, I guess.”

You never questioned where he got the money he gave you. You actually never questioned anything he did, that was one of the things he loved about you. You were too infatuated with him to question his logic.

A lot of his friends were jealous of him for dating you. You wore your tiny skirts and tops, constantly reapplying lip gloss and mascara, smiling brightly at him. They just couldn’t bear the fact that someone as mean as Rafe was dating someone as sweet and innocent as you. After hearing his friends’ complaints, his only response was that you weren’t nearly as innocent as you seemed, which only ended in more jealousy.

In fact, you weren’t innocent at all! You and Rafe had met when he was selling coke at a party and you needed some to refill your Lana Del Rey necklace, obviously. He smiled at you, taking in your outfit: a pink tube top that stopped right above your belly button and a tiny little jean skirt that started right below it. You told him you’d do anything for the powder and then pulled out a lollipop from your bra. You unwrapped it then started to suck on it with a dramatic touch, unseen in his lust-clouded brain.

You took him to a random empty room and immediately got on your knees, pulling his cock out of his pants.

“God, you’re such a little coke whore, huh?” he groaned as you immediately started to take his whole length in your mouth.

You pulled off of him with a pop, “I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t think you were cute. I’m not a whore!”

He just smiled and nodded, pushing you back onto his cock, fucking your throat until he came.

After that, it became a common occurrence. You got half price coke if you blew him? Deal! You searched for him at parties, and at the country club, and the golf course, anywhere!

You didn’t tell him you enjoyed it as much as he did, but he knew. It’s not like you were smart enough to be subtle. Finally, he asked you out, and you said yes instantly.

You two went to your favorite cafe, despite Rafe offering to take you somewhere luxurious, then went to your house. You were turning on your Ultraviolence record when a thought crossed your mind.

“Do I still get a deal on coke if we’re dating?”

He scoffed lightly, “You can have it for free if we actually have sex for once.”

You couldn’t respond. You had no clue that he actually liked you! You assumed the date might have been a pity thing, but you found the comment reassuring that he actually liked you. After all, the magazines you read religiously talk about how important sex is to a relationship.

“Is that a yes?”

“As long as you keep getting me off, you’ll never pay full-price, okay? Just don’t waste my time, if you don’t want to go out, we can stick to our former deal.”

You turned around and sat on the bed with him, “I do want to go on dates with you. I think you’re perfect.”

You leaned forward and kissed him. He grabbed your hips, pulling you on top of him, which made you squeal with surprise. You had forgotten that you weren’t wearing panties until you felt his erection against your bare core. It made you hornier than ever.

He grinned at your reaction, watching the way you immediately started grinding against him, whimpering his name pathetically, begging him to touch you.

“My perfect little slut… not a thought in your head but sex, huh?” You whimpered and shook your head no. Of course you didn’t realize it was him mocking you, you thought it was a genuine question.

Rafe had never realized it until right now, when he knew for a fact that you were completely sober, that you were really, really dumb! He always thought it was the drinks or the coke or something along those lines, but now, with your Lana Del Rey record playing in your room with pink walls, hidden report cards, and a Cosmo magazine anywhere you looked, it really struck him. He could use this to his advantage; he could get you to do anything he wanted because you didn’t know any better.

He let you grind against him for a bit longer, loving how much you whined and pleaded, before grabbing your chin and making you look at him.

“Hey, maybe if you got me a condom, I’d fuck you.” Your eyes lit up and you climbed off of him and off the bed, clawing through your messy bedside table drawer. You didn’t seem to realize that Rafe could see every personal belonging in there; vibrators, dildos, certain scandalous articles from magazines, empty vodka bottles, cherry chapstick, and finally, the sought-after box of condoms. You pulled one out, smiling at him with the biggest doe eyes he’d ever seen.

You got back on the bed and started to undo his pants. Rafe didn’t move a muscle; he wanted to see how far you’d go without any help. You pulled his cock out of his underwear, spitting in your hand and giving in a few strokes while you ripped open the condom with your teeth. You took your hand off of him and started to put the condom on him, glancing up through your eyelashes for approval.

He nodded at you, so you took your skirt off, finally revealing to him that you didn’t have any underwear on. He groaned at the sight of your glistening core. That was his breaking point. He grabbed your top, pulling it over your head, revealing that you weren’t wearing a bra either. He grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to him, then put one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking lightly. You whimpered, your head falling forward onto his shoulder as he gave the other one the same treatment.

All of the sudden, he pressed his thumb against your clit, sending shock waves through your system. You moaned his name, only spurring him on, he pushed his fingers into your center, relishing in the tightness after only two fingers. You were a mess, babbling about how perfect he was, how much you adored him, things along those lines.

Rafe curled his fingers, pressing against the spongey part inside you, making you whine even more incoherent praises, and finally one he understood, barely above a whisper. “Need you inside me now.” He grinned at your comment, pulling his fingers out of your soaking cunt.

You whined, but he just said, “You’ll be fine, baby. Something will replace ‘em real soon. Open up.” You opened your mouth and he shoved his fingers down your throat without a warning, making your eyes widen slightly in surprise, then you closed your mouth and swirled your tongue around them, tasting yourself.

“Good girl, good fucking girl,” he whispered. He slowly pulled his fingers out of your mouth, watching the drool that came out of the corners. Your hips bucked at the praise, making him smile at you pitifully,

“My baby’s so cockdrunk and you barely even touched it,” you whined in response, “I know, I know. I’m working on it.” He adjusted your hips, lifting you up and lining his cock up with your entrance. He started to place you down gently, savoring how tight you were. You were whining and babbling again, begging him to move.

“Oh, baby, you have to do it yourself. I’ll help, but you’ve gotta work for it,” he smiled as you groaned his name in annoyance.

“Fine,” you mumbled, starting to circle your hips, “I have to do everything-” Your complaints were cut off when he moved his thumb back to rubbing slow circles on your clit. You were already so close when he was fucking you with his fingers, so there was no way you were going to last long.

“Rafe, I’m close,” you whined into his ear.

“Already?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay, but if I don’t come, you have to suck me off.” His words made you clench around him as you came, finally pushed over the edge. He pulled you closer, if that was possible, helping you ride through the orgasm.

“You ready to move?” he asked, laughing lightly when you nodded immediately.

“Wanna make you feel good… as a, like a thank you.” You used your knees to get off of him. Then, you pulled the condom off, before getting off of the bed and onto your knees, motioning for him to come to the edge of the bed. As soon as he was where you wanted him, you took him fully into your mouth.

You moved your hands from his knees, searching for his hands, finding one and placing it on your head, hoping he understood. He put his other hand on your head and started thrusting into your mouth at an unrelenting pace. Your eyes watered, but you never pulled away. He finally came with a string of curses and you swallowed it all, opening your mouth to show him.

You got up and grabbed your pink waterbottle off of the side of your bed, drinking a large amount before offering it to Rafe. He shook his head no, and you shrugged your shoulders. You sucked on the straw as you searched for your clothes on the ground. Rafe watched you, almost in awe, and then when you looked at him, he never could’ve prepared for what you said next, that this is what was going to start your relationship.

“Y’know, we should do this more often!”

How Are You Real. Im Actually Feral Foaming At The Mouth His Condesencion Mixed With Her Eagerness To

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