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find me through my dealer - part four

summary: you and rafe have been in the same friend group for a while now, so you could be considered close, when he finds out you have a dealer who isn't him he demands you cut them off and use him instead. you both work out an arrangement you get 'discounts' and in return do him 'favours' (but are they really favours if the both of you enjoy it a little too much?) because that's what friends are for right? friends?

part one part two part three

you wake up to your phone ringing right next you your ear, you jolted up at the sheer shock you felt.

“what.” you ask without even looking at who’s calling you, you’re not in the mood for whoever just interrupted your sleep.

“woah, no need for the tone” he says with a light hearted chuckle, it’s rafe on the other end. you should’ve fucking guessed. although why would you’ve he’d barely spoken to you recently.

“alright, sure” you groan, already fed up with his bullshit.

“come see me” he begs, only now that you’ve woken up a bit you can tell by his tone of voice, and the light husk it carries. he’s high.

“i’m good” you respond. you’re still half asleep and cant be bothered to entertain whatever he wants you for.

“c’mon baby, i’ve got something for you” baby? he was literally ignoring you yesterday, what is this shit he’s playing at? but the need you can hear in his voice is what’s convincing you.

“okay” you hang up straight away, your hangover surprisingly isn’t that bad but you’re not feeling perfect so a bit of time will be needed to leave the house.

knock knock. its only been around 25 minutes since you were on the phone with rafe and you’re already at his doorstep.

“come in” rafe lets you in, wrapping his arms around waist, head ducked down so his chin is on your shoulder, as he leads you up to his bedroom. you sit cross legged on his bed, your not quite sure what to do with yourself.

“i was doing some of this and thought it would be fun for us to do it together. only if you want” he clarifies sitting next to you and pulling out a small baggie filled with white powder. to this your mouth upturns into a slight smirk and you nod.

“you sure? i pre rolled you four joints for you if you don’t wanna do this” his eyebrows furrow as his eyes stare directly into your own. the genuine look in his eyes is making your head hurt, this was the same guy that fucked you last night practically without saying a word. you ignore that, you don’t want to ruin this time because of the past, even if it was less that 24 hours ago, maybe he wasn’t having a good day?

“you think i can’t handle it?” you tease, trying to change the mood from his caringness which is making you feel things you shouldn’t.

“oh don’t worry baby, i know you can take it” he chuckles and gets his phone out, opens the baggie and pours a small line onto the back of his phone which he passes to you.

“i’ve already crushed it so you can do it straight away” he tells you reaching behind him to get a rolled up bill from his bedside table, which he quickly passes to you. you feel the powder funnel up your nose, you quickly tilt your head up so it all stays up there. you use your finger to collect the little bit of dust still on rafes phone and rub it on your gums before passing his phone back to him. you’ve only just realized his eyes hadn’t seemed to have left you once, they’re slightly unfocused. who are you kidding, it’s probably from the lines he took before you even got there.

“i wanna try something m’kay but you need to tell me if at any point your not into it” he says gently, his touch is just as gentle as his thumb strokes your jaw.

“mhm, i can do that” you softly smile at him. in response he quickly throws his shirt off and chucks it into a corner of his room, unable to care less about where it went. he was a lot more careful when taking yours off, softly prying the fabric off your body and placing a soft kiss to your shoulder. he stood up, grabbing your wrist to stand with him but he quickly sinks to his knees in front of you pulling your bottoms down slow, unbearably slow. once you’d stepped your ankles out of them he gave your ass a quick squeeze and a chased kiss to your clothed clit before hurriedly standing up and shoving his jeans off of himself.

“right” he breathes out laying back on his bed and patting the space next to him, you comply and sit awaiting his next move. rafe pulls his boxers down slightly, to show his v line. you realize you’re starting to faintly feel the effects of the coke when he pulled the baggie back out, your confused and a bit concerned about where he just pulled it out of since he’d already taken his trousers off. him pouring a small amount of the powder in the line between his abs.

his abs, oh my days.

“here” he whispers out forcing your gaze away from his defined stomach and to his hand stretching the same rolled up bill towards you. you repeat the same actions you did merely five minutes ago, tilting your head up you see rafe looking at your, eyes dark and bottom lip pulled in between his teeth.

“one more baby” his voice is huskier now, the gravel to it makes your thighs clench a little, involuntarily. he pours the next one onto his v-line and pats his chest, which you take as your invitation to carefully straddle it, your back towards him. as you slowly lean your head down to where the perfect line of coke is rafe starts playfully snapping your thong in place whilst using the other hand to massage your ass. you have to retract your head to let out a deep breath, not risking the air blowing the powder away. once you finish the line you switch the positions of your legs and move a further down his body, so your still straddling him but your facing each other. you just sit there his hands moving up and down his sides, yours tracing the lines of his abs. it was now you were properly feeling your high, your head was feeling light and you weren’t positive that you had a nose or any teeth, but you were loving it. the moment between you and rafe lasted mere seconds but it felt like hours, not enough hours in your opinion.

“my turn” rafe finally says, his smirk so wide your surprised his face isn’t hurting. he unclips your bra and immediately puts his hands on your boobs, pinching your nipples then massaging the flesh. he lifts you off of him and lays you down on the bed. you weren’t sure what you expected but it wasn’t him pouring a line of coke directly onto your nipple, you were sure you’d never been this wet before and he hasn’t even touched you.

“best line i’ve ever done” he tells you, head now in the crook of your neck as his teeth graze your earlobe. your body shivers at this and your hips ever so slightly raise from the bed.

“hands and knees for me” rafe tells you, stroking your hair before moving from on top of you so you’re able to change your position. as soon as rafe is behind you he’s pulling your underwear to the side using his fingers to spread your wetness up to your clit. he couldn’t wait any longer, he pushes his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring out of the fabric and immediately he’s slowly pushing into you. once he’d bottomed out he let out the most ungodly groan which made you gush around him.

“you like that huh? don’t worry, i like hearing you too” rafe chuckles into your ear, having pressed his body onto yours. pulling back to his original position, starting to thrust into you with a hard steady pace that is making your body jolt forward. one of his hands moves from the bruising grip on you waist to your hair, tugging your head backwards.

“come here pretty” his other hand also moves from your waist to push slightly on your stomach, making it so your back is pressed up against his chest. his hand moved from your hair to wrap around your neck.

“fuck, just like that” you groan out breathless and leaning your head back onto his shoulder, this new position has him hitting all the right spots inside of you.

“so perfect, milking me too well. don’t know how much longer i can last” his sentence comes out a bit choppy due to the power of his thrusts, that’s not what your focused on at all. the way he’s speaking to you right now you’re wanting to mother his children.

“i’m right there, oh my god” your hips start bucking on his dick as you feel yourself cumming, riding out your orgasm when you feel rafes cum start to leak inside you.

“let me get you cleaned” he says after a few minutes, slowly pulling out of you and giving you cheek a kiss, almost too soft for you to have noticed. after he cleans you up you both redress, picking the clothes up from all parts of the floor as rafe had thrown them without any sort of care. you can still strongly feel your high and your not in the mood to get yourself home, so you sit back in his bed and turn his tv on.

this isn’t weird we’re still friends right?

thankfully rafe doesn’t think it’s weird and lays next to you. around three episodes of some random show have played and you’re ready to go home now, the high has worn off and your body has relaxed a bit. almost as if he could read your mind.

“you staying?” rafe asks, face smushed in his pillow, half asleep. you want to say yes but you can’t bring yourself to, you don’t want your feelings to intensify and make it awkward for everyone.

“no it’s okay, i’m gonna go now” you softly spoke, turning your body to get out his bed.

“m’kay i’ll see your for brunch” brunch? oh shit becca planned a brunch tomorrow..

“okay bye” as you leave his house you realize what just happened. you said no to staying at rafes, because you didn’t want your feelings to grow. you’d stayed at his house many of times, admittedly usually crashing after getting drunk, but still. his soft kiddies, his gentle touches, his presence alone. for fuck sake, you like rafe cameron.

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cameronslilypad · 1 day

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does anyone want to be in the taglist for (rafe cameron x reader) ’find me through my dealer’ if so pls lmkkkk!!

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cameronslilypad · 10 days

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find me through my dealer - part three

part one part two

the next day consisted of you alternating between sleeping, watching tv in your bed and overthinking about last night. you hadn’t had any contact with rafe since he left your house last night, that wasn’t that out of the ordinary but for some reason you’re stomach was feeling unsettled, if things were now awkward it was your fault. you came onto him. and just to make it worse, there’s another party tonight, everyone's throwing them as its summer, but you’re not going to let what happened stop you from getting a little bit fucked up. as you finish strapping your heels on your phone starts ringing. the contact name beccss stares back at you.

“get you’re ass out here, we’re waiting outside for you” she shouts over the speaker of the car.

“calm down i’m coming out now” you tell her hanging up and picking your bag up from your bed before making your way out the door.

it’s rafes car. you swing the door open and try to numb any awkward thoughts. you’re met with the music being turned down and everyone, that is apart from rafe. so in the end i did fucking embarrass myself. great. you just try to think about getting blackout to distract yourself while topper, kelce and becca converse. rafe pulls up to the house this party is being held at, before he can put his car in park you open the door and get out, dragging becca with you.

“woahhh what was that about” she asks in pure shock as you drag her towards the house.

“i just really want a drink” you force a little laugh, you couldn’t tell her. especially not now. it would make the whole group unnecessarily awkward.

you’ve been at this party for a few hours, you’re quite fucked but in your opinion not fucked enough yet. the night so far had been sitting with the group and a few other mutual people, and you and becca dragging each other to go and dance. now the five of you were in the kitchen, right by the drinks. and he hadn’t even looked at you once. when you got your first drink in you, you thought he could be acting normal and it’s because you were feeling anxious that you thought he was acting off. but now that you’re sat on the kitchen counter, looking next to you at all the alcohol you know you were right in the very beginning, he was acting different. and only towards you.

fuck it. you pick up a bottle of vodka ,only around 1/5 full, you put it straight to your lips and start gulping the liquid. you know that you’re going to regret it later but in the moment you didn’t care as you let the bitter liquid slide down you throat.

“oh shit! go on down it!” topper shouts, he must’ve been the first to notice what you were doing, you knew the reason he sounded so excited was because it’s usually him that’s too drunk.

you finish the bottle and put it back next to you, the alcohol making your lips tingle and your insides warm. topper puts his hand out for a high five and cheers about how you actually downed it as you returned the gesture. to your surprise, out of the corner of your eye you can feel rafe staring at the side of your head. you quickly turn your head so you’re eyes meet, making sure you weren’t imagining his first acknowledgement of your existent from tonight. however, as your eyes meet his all your met with is him softly shaking his head with his eyebrows furrowed before turning away, breaking the eye contact. you shake your own head, fuck this, and take your cup outside. there’s not many people out there, which you’re glad about so you pull up an outdoor chair and sit down.

you’d been outside for around 20 minutes now, enjoying the muffled music and your drink. you hear a chair scraping against the floor, you turn your head to see rafe pulling up a chair next to yours. you turn your head away from him but his eyes are sill staring at the side of your head.

“we getting out of here or what?” he stretches his arm to the back of your chair, leaning his body closer to yours. it takes you a few seconds to look at him, but when you you’re met with his slightly glossy eyes and a cheeky smirk on his face. at that point you already knew your answer.

“hmm i guess, if you want” you shrug, trying to joke with him.

“i wouldn't have asked if i didn’t want, but do you want?” he asked emphasizing the ‘you’ in the sentence. you just stayed silent again teasing him.

“oh so now all of a sudden you don’t want this?” he backs up away from you, raising his voice. you follow suit and back away from him.

“i was just teasing you” you mutter looking at him in shock and a bit of offence that he was getting angry with you about this.

“teasing? ooh i’ll show you teasing” he chuckled and took your arm leading you out to his car. he gets in the drivers seat and drags you on top of him so you’re straddling his lap. he lifts your dress straight up to your hips and trails his fingers down your stomach straight into your underwear. he runs his two fingers up your slit, collecting some of your wetness using it to trace light circles on your clit. this goes on for what feels like hours and all you can do is throw your head back and let out a few moans. you grab onto his wrist as you feel the coil in your stomach ready to snap, and then he pulls his hand away.

“not this shit again” you groan pouting, to which he chuckles.

“i told you m’ gonna show you what teasing is” he says resting his hand on your ass for a few moments until he brings it back down into your underwear. slipping two fingers straight into you and pumping them in and out of you at a quickened pace, it doesn’t take long for your walls to start squeezing his fingers deeper in to you, but before you can let your pleasure override all of your senses he denies your orgasm for a second time.

before you even had a chance to complain he was undoing his belt and tugging his jeans down just enough for his dick to spring out of his boxers. he pulls your panties to the side.

“c’mon then, get on top” he tells you, using his hands on your hips to help you lift and guide yourself. you sink slowly down, shuddering at the contact, and barely have a second to process and get comfortable before rafe is lifting your hips up and slamming them back down onto his lap. once you’d adjusted to him being inside you, you started to bounce yourself on his dick at the same pace his hands were lifting you up and slamming you back down. his response to this was taking his hands off of you completely and letting you do all the work.

“just like that, fuck yourself on my cock” he groans putting his hands behind and looking you up and down. you carry on with this for a few moments, the only sounds being your skin slapping together and heavy breaths coming out of the both of you, before you can feel your orgasm approaching for the third time tonight making your rhythm falter a bit. rafe notices this ,wraps a hand around your throat and the other gripping your ass as he starts to thrust up into you. his pace fast and rough.

the only thing leaving your mouth are little “ugh” noises at the impact of his thrusts, as you clench around his dick you feel his thrusts losing their pace and being more reckless. he finally lets you cum before cumming himself and fucking it back up into you. he quickly lifts you off of his dick and shoves you into the passenger seat before putting his dick back in his pants.

“buckle up” he tells you turning the engine on. you slowly sit up, pull your dress down and do your seatbelt up. he starts driving, you don’t know how much he’s had to drink but it must've been little to none, you couldn’t care less you could feel your bed calling for you. before you know it rafes in your driveway. he nods towards the door to you.

“bye” you mumble getting out the car and going into your house, straight upstairs to your room as you collapse on your bed.

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cameronslilypad · 15 days

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find me through my dealer - part two

part one

you wake up squashed between two bodies, with no room to move. the first few things you notice is the ringing in your ears, your pounding headache and arms laid loosely around you. you wait a few moments before giving in and slowly squinting your eyes open. you’re met with rafe, still fast asleep snoring softly, you slowly and carefully get up and the arms that were once around you drop onto the mattress with a soft thud. you turn your head seeing the arms belonged to becca and next to her was topper.

what the fuck. you laugh quietly to yourself at the fact all four of you have managed to end up cuddled together in rafes bed.

you slide to the end of the bed and leave the room, trying to be quiet but inevitably failing, and head downstairs to get some painkillers. as you’re sitting at rafes kitchen island, drinking some water, you realize your bag is laying on the floor. checking your phone the numbers 2:47 stare back at you.

how the fuck. you realize you need to go home, you feel disgusting and just want to relax in a bed that isn’t occupying three other people. you decide to be cute and leave them a note as you notice a notepad on the island.

morning sunshines! i went home because i felt gross, left painkillers on the island. love ya.

you go back into rafes room and decide to leave the note on rafes head. putting back on your heals, jacket and making sure everything’s in your bag. you leave for your 5 minute walk home.

hours have passed. becca had called you saying she was home and talking about lasnt night, which you only remember aspects of. you’ve had a nice long shower, done a facemask and are feeling a lot better. you’re parents aren’t home, as usual, they never are which is fine by you, it can get a bit lonely sometimes but you like your own space, and it allows you to do whatever you want. right now all you wanna do is smoke, watch some of your favorite show and use your vibrator. so you take your little tin that holds all of your smoke stuff downstairs and open it onto the table in front of the couch you’re now sat on.

you’re fucking joking. now the good news is you don’t have no weed but you don’t have nearly enough, one small nugget.

you: hey rafe u busy? need some weed asappp!

you swear this man better be able to give you some after telling you he has to be your only dealer. as you’re going on this hypothetical rant your phone lights up.

rafe: already lol how much u want

you: 3.5

rafe: im omw to urs

absolutely perfect. as you wait you decide to play some music, softly so it’s in the background, on the tv just as you finish queuing some songs there’s a knock on the door.

“hi, come in” you tell rafe standing to the side of the door so he can walk past you. he settles on the couch and pulls out a little baggie filled with weed. you take it from his hands and sit next to him.

“thank you. how much do i owe you?” you ask him settling next to him and already starting to grind some of the weed up.

“don’t worry about it” he replies looking at you with a little smirk.

“funny. but seriously how much” you reply just wanting a price so you can get the cash.

“i’m serious it’s on me” you didn’t really know how to feel about that, free weed is free weed so it’s great but it’s sort of like you owe him now.

“oh thank you. you got plans? wanna smoke some with me?” the offer was the least you could do after getting it for free

“yeah course” you smile at him, getting a cone out of your tin and just as you’re about to poke some of the weed in it a loud laughter interrupts you.

“what are you doing!” rafe can barely get the words out due to his laugh.

“what do you mean?” you ask a bit softer, suddenly feeling a bit self conscious. rafe points at the cone. ooooh.

“i can’t roll, so i use cones” you tell him, to which he looks dumbfounded.

“you smoke most days and you can’t even roll” you nod your head, it’s not the first time someone’s said something like this to you.

“i’ve never really had to, cones exist or i can get someone else to roll for me” it’s true, you had tried to learn how to roll. it was too stressful.

“i’m gonna have to teach you. but not today, ill just roll” rafe tells you with a slight teasing tone, pulling some papers out of his pocket. you watch him as he rolls, it takes him no time at all, and he passes the joint to you. you light it and take a few puffs and flick some ash into the ashtray that’s on the table, before passing it to rafe.

“i’m going to get some water, want any?” you ask him, standing from the couch.

“na i’m good thanks” his voice is a bit hoarse because of the weed and it brings back that fluttery feeling you had the night before.

shit, this isn’t good. you shouldn’t be feeling this way. you think as you get a water bottle ,from your fridge, taking a massive gulp to try and push this feeling down once again. you stand there for a few seconds and take a couple deep breaths before returning to sit next to rafe.

“i’m rolling you some more so you don’t need to worry about that cone shit for a bit” he says, as he finishes rolling a second joint. you realize he’d left the current joint you we’re smoking in the ashtray, you pick it up and take a few hits after making sure it was still lit.

“awwww how nice of you” you ruffle his hair, this wasn’t abnormal but for some reason the moment felt a bit more intimate than usual. rafes only response was a roll of his eyes but he has a smile on his face as he redirects his focus back on rolling your weed.

it’s silent between you, passing the joint back and forth, the music in the background making things not awkward at all. you stub the joint out and pick another up from the table. rafe had just stopped rolling, putting his papers back in his pocket. he’d rolled another five your you. you light the second one and just look at him, his eyes are focused on the tv playing some random music video. you’re not sure weather it’s the weed, or watching his hands and tongue while he was rolling or the cute little gesture. it could’ve been the fact that you felt the need to repay him for the weed or that you were waiting to use your vibrator and was already horny. or all of that could just be excuses for what your about to do as it would make it less embarrassing if it backfires.

just go for it, you’re going to do it anyways act confident to not make it awkward. you sit up and swing one of your legs over rafes lap straddling him.

“what’re you doing?” he asks, teasing tone prominent, a massive smirk plastered on his face and slowly reaching his arms around your waist.

“hmm nothing” you smile, feeling a bit dazed from the weed, you hold the joint to his lips. he takes a strong pull and tilts his head up the blow the smoke out, his adams apple bobbing up then down.

fuck.

“come here and open your mouth” he says taking the joint and having a pull. he then removes his arm from your waist and places his hand behind your head, pushing it towards his own until your noses touch. his thumb on the hand that’s still holding the joint brushes your lips, so you comply and open your mouth. he takes a sharp inhale of the smoke that was sat in his mouth and blows it into yours.

hot. you wrap your arms around his neck and he goes back and forth between taking a puff of the joint and holding the joint up to your lips, just looking at each other. it takes little to no time to finish this joint so you take the roach and lean back to put it in the ashtray. rafe quickly leans forward wrapping his arms tightly around you.

“i wasn’t going to fall” you giggle, leaning back up and pushing rafe back to his original position rolling your hips a little. he lets out a soft groan and leans into kiss you. it’s sloppy and a bit rushed, you place your hands up his shirt to trace his abs as his hands rub up and down your sides. he starts kissing down your neck, hands resting on your ass as he sucked on the spot under your ear making you throw your head back and letting out a half moan half gasp. you cant wait any longer so you slide your hands down from his toned stomach to his belt and start to attempt to unbuckle it.

“wait” rafe quickly grabbed your hands. your eyebrows furrow. well fuck, it did backfire, what an idiot. he takes one hand off of your wrist and uses his thumb the smoothen the wrinkles that had just appeared on your forehead, his other hand brings your wrist up to his mouth.

“are you sure about this?” he asks looking up at you, his eyes hooded. its an effect of the weed but if anything you think it makes him look even better.

“fuck rafe” you breathe out a laugh “you scared the shit out of me” you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“silly girl” he tuts, knowing exactly what you meant without you needing to day it “i just need to make sure you want me as much as i want you” his big hands cup your face and bring it out of the gap between his shoulder and face, so you’re looking him directly in the eye.

“and trust me i want you bad” his words make you feel giddy, you turn your head to kiss his right palm then follow suit to his left palm.

“i guess you could say i want you a little” you shrug, letting out a small squeal as rafe manhandles you so your back is laid on the couch and he’s laid on his front, head laid on your upper thigh.

“a little hm? let’s see if you’ll still be saying that after i’m done with you” he sends you a wink massaging up your other thigh making his way up to the waistband of your sweats.

“lift your hips up for me baby” you comply, his lust struck tone of voice, and the pet name he’s used makes you believe you’d comply with anything he asked of you in that moment. he lifts his head up and pulls both your sweats and underwear down and completely off your body. you bring rafe down for a kiss by the back of his head, the buzz he’d recently got feeling soft on your fingertips. you bite his bottom lip and tug on his shirt but it seems he didn’t get the hint.

“cmon rafe take it off” you whine as he chases your lips again, unhappy that you broke the kiss to talk. he shoves his tongue back into your mouth and works his shirt up his body so his arms aren’t in it anymore and its hanging around his neck. he disconnects his lips from yours begrudgingly, throwing his shirt off and sitting you up slightly to make quick work of your own shirt. he fumbles very slightly with the hook of your bra before throwing it to the side in a hurry so he can get his hands on your tits, his lower lip is drawn into his mouth as he circles around your nipples. he takes the left one into his mouth letting out a long sigh, in return you let out a quiet mewl, throwing your head back and bucking your hips up. rafe shows the same amount of attention to your right boob before leaning down to your ear.

“lay back again for me” his husky voice mixed with the soft bite he leaves to your earlobe makes you shudder and comply straight away. rafes head ducks down to your thighs, leaving feather light kisses on either side, completely neglecting the place that is aching for him.

“rafe come onnn, stop being a tease” you beg him, you need him to touch you right now

“m sorry” he breathes out, placing the softest kiss to your clit “you’re just too pretty” he admits, the weed and your arousal making him soft and genuine, admitting things he probably wouldn’t admit otherwise, unless it was portrayed by him as a teasing, joking comment. and you’re loving this little side of rafe you’re seeing. his fingers finally touch where you’ve been waiting for, spreading your lips and slowly pushing one finger into you and slowly pumping it in and out before adding a second finger and slightly scissoring them, making your toes curl and breathless moan exit your mouth. you hold the back of his head and push him into you, he understands and flicks his tongue against your clit, the pace of his fingers quickening. you can feel the tension in your stomach getting stronger.

“fuck rafe, just like that” you moan out to him, feeling your self clench around his fingers and you’re about to cum. when the sensation completely stops.

“what the fuck” you whine pushing rafes chest as he comes up to kiss you, you turn your head in protest. he puts the fingers ,that were just in you, into his mouth.

“you taste so fucking good, but i want you to cum on my dick for our first time” he groans into your ear, tracing your jaw before grabbing it softly so you’re facing him.

first time? so its happening again. that’s fine with you.

you take his thumb into your mouth and wrap your legs around his waist, his dick fitting snug between your fold, making him look at you with dark, wide blown pupils. this is the first time your getting a proper look at it, its pretty, a mushroom tip and a few prominent veins running down to the base and a little pre cum dribbling out of the slit. you rotate your hips and take your thumb to his slit swiping some of his pre cum and licking it off your thumb.

“oh fuck” he shudders in a groan thrusting his hips so his tip hits your clit, making you gasp and realize your getting impatient you move your hips back to line his tip up with your entrance as best as you could. rafe takes control and grips the base of his dick slowly pushing it into you. you both throw your heads back and let out a strangled noise, almost simultaneously.

“you okay?” he asks brushing your hair away from your face as he bottoms out. you nod and thrust your hips up with a little whine.

“use your words baby, how you feelin’?” he starts moving, a slow and hard pace.

“good, so good. but go faster please” your words come out breathless and there are little halts in your sentence due to the force of his thrusts. he complies, which starts making him hit your g spot.

“oh my god” you squeal a little, overcome with pleasure. you grab onto his biceps to stable yourself. rafe leans down, putting his hand around your neck bringing you into a bruising kiss which makes you gush and tighten around his cock.

“knew you’d fucking love my hand here, squeezing my cock so good, you’re so good” his cockiness fizzling out as he rambles praise at you. you’re so close and your impulses take over you as you start to fuck him back

“shit baby i’m right there, tell me you’re there with me” he moans out as he starts to rub soft circles on your clit, trying to get you to cum before him.

“m there, cum with me” you say completely fucked out, pushing his lips into yours. after a few more sloppy thrusts and kisses you reach your orgasm, having to break the kiss as you let out a deep pornographic moan, basking the bliss of this feeling.

“shit, yes” rafes voice is so raspy and in that moment you don’t think you’ve ever found someone more attractive. he rides out the both of your orgasms with a few more thrusts before slowly pulling out, his cum dribbling slowly out of you.

“fuck, so pretty” he murmurs, almost massaging his cum on your clit. it almost seems as if he’s talking to your pussy rather than you.

“rafe i’m sensitive” you tell him softly, hips jerking at his actions. his reply is leaving a soft peck to your jaw.

“can you pass me my clothes?” you ask rafe as he gets up to put his boxers on. he gathers your clothes and to your surprise starts helping you get re dressed. he starts with pulling your underwear up your legs.

“hips” he mutters softly tapping them, you lift them and he pulls your panties in place, leaving a small kiss the the bow that decorates the front. following with your sweats. when it gets to your bra, you sit up and shake your head, you want to be comfortable, to this he wiggles his eyebrows up and down making you involuntary roll your eyes with a stupid smile on your face. you lift your arms up so your shirt can be put back over your body. rafe gets up and finishes dressing himself.

“i’m gonna head out, i’ll see you later” walking over to the couch giving you a weird sort of side hug.

“okay see you” he walks off, softly shutting the door behind him. your focus switches to the four joints that were left on the table, forgotten about a while ago. you change the tv from the music that was playing to your favorite show. as you light and take your first puff of your joint, it then starts to dawn on you.

what the fuck just happened?

part three

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find me through my dealer - part one

rafe cameron x reader

music blasting in your ears, arms wrapped around your best friend becca. both screaming along to the song lyrics moving your bodies against each other, you realise your starting to feel a little buzz from the alcohol you’ve consumed as you go to take another sip of your drink but your cup is empty.

“i’m going to get another drink, you need one?” you yell right into beccas ear so she can hear you over all this noise. she gives a simple nod of her head and passes you her cup.

you weave your way through the few bodies that were blocking your way to get into the kitchen and immediately go to fill both yours and beccas cup up with vodka red bull. as you turn around you notice rafe, and kelce who you give a nod to, in response rafe holds up a perfectly rolled blunt.

perfect! is the first word that comes to your brain. you hold up a finger at him telling him to wait, in which he furrows his eyebrows in question, you hold up the two cups in your hand because there’s no way your letting becca miss out on this little smoke sesh. to this rafe just nods and waits.

you walk a little way into the living room which is currently a makeshift dance floor, becca has already met your eye. you tuck one of the cups in your elbow and put your pointer and middle finger to your lips trying to hint at her, which she immediately caught onto. little addict. she makes her way to you, takes her drink and interlocks arms to not drift from one another.

“alright let’s go” kelce says in excitement, rubbing his hands together as rafe leads you all up through his room to his balcony.

rafe lights up, rollers privilege and all that, as you all settle in the chairs scattered around a glass table. it’s comfortable silence for the most part, listening to the soft sound of the music, letting the fumes enter your lungs and giving you head that buzz that you love. a calm, enjoyable time. that is until topper bursts through the door.

“get your asses downstairs, beer pong time” he’s swaying and slurring as he talks. he’s clearly had a bit too much too quickly, the party’s still in full swing.

“i knew you’d be up here but WITHOUT ME!” he mocks being offended, giggles to himself and stumbles so he’s holding onto beccas chair for stability.

“come on then i’ll play” becca stated standing up and wrapping her arm around toppers waist to stabilise him, this worked for a split second before he started leaning the other way. they would’ve fallen straight to the floor is kelce didn��t have the reflex to get up and help his friend stand. becca looks at you in question.

“i’m not letting this weed to go waste, i’ll come play in a bit” you say in a half apology, as it seems she’s going to have to look after topper but by the time they get downstairs all three will be too focused on beer pong to remember how far gone topper actually is.

“yeah we’ll just chill here for like 10 then come and beat ur asses” rafe chuckles to himself as topper rolls his eyes and tries to begin to argue but kelce starts walking dragging both topper and becca with him.

to your lack of knowledge, during the interaction the joint had gone out and rafe placed it in the ashtray waiting to light it up again.

“pretty privilege” he says as he picks up the joint, puts it between your lips and lights it. you take a long inhale and blow the smoke in his face.

“what do you mean pretty privilege?” you ask while letting out a light chuckle

“your pretty so i let you have it first” he explains, watching as you take another few shorter puffs and then pass it on to him.

“why thank you” you say in a mock posh accent as you take a sip of your drink, in response he lets out a deep throaty laugh.

damn, why did that make my insides flutter

“your shit is good. like the stuff i get is good, but yours is always gooood” you say as this fuzzy, flutter feeling must just be the weed. or that’s what you’re going to tell yourself to excuse that feeling.

“what do you mean the stuff you get?” rafe asks, sounding genuinely confused which makes you feel even more confused then he sounded.

you pluck the joint from his lips and take a hit. “the stuff i buy” you state like this is common knowledge, which in your opinion it is.

“you have a dealer?” rafe looks annoyed, outraged almost.

“umm yeah” is he really that fucked?

“elaborate.” he says, a sharp undertone in his stare and his tone of voice.

“i smoke like everyday, and occasionally get something stronger. you know this. how did you think i was getting it this whole time?” you question, letting out a few genuine giggles at the fact he’s known about the drugs you take, but assumed they just magically appeared next to you.

his eyes soften a little “hm, i don’t know i guess i never thought about it like that before. i don’t like it” he takes a deep breath, you pass him the joint incredibly confused about what he’s going on about.

you take a large swig of your drink, the dry mouth due to the weed finally catching up to you. “elaborate.” you say with a little smirk to which he rolls his eyes, but his smile and his dimples are prominent.

rafe stubs the joint out in the ashtray, then turns to you a serious look on his face which concerns you. “you don’t know if what they’re giving you is genuine, they could lace you. you would probably be the exact type of person they’d try that shit on” he rambles eyebrows furrowed together, looking down a bit like he couldn’t stand that thought.

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean” you scoffed, who does he think he is saying this insulting shit to you?

“no, no, no” rafe sighs realizing it came across wrong “you’re pretty and shit, they could lace you and try and get with you and all that disgusting bull. all i’m saying is that i’m literally a dealer, why not come to me?” he searches your eyes for an answer.

“i don’t know i guess i didn’t really think about it like that” you start playing with your nails, for some reason feeling like he’s disappointed even though he has no right to be. this is your life you can do what you want.

“hey look at me, its okay” his hand cups your jaw and caresses your cheek once with his thumb so you look at him. it seems as something in him snaps had he quickly removes his hand from your face. “all i’m saying or asking is that i be your dealer” you nod, you don’t mind. you think you’ll prefer this, at least you won’t feel awkward having to pick up, which had happened a few times.

“your only dealer” he clarifies.

“mkay” you softly say and hold your pinky out to him, which he interlocks with his own.

“lock it then” you roll your eyes as your thumb is up and he’s making no effort to touch thumbs. he complies with a slight smirk and a laugh.

you disconnect your hands and stand up out of the chair, picking your cup as you do so. rafe follows suit, throwing his arm around your shoulder.

“right time to go win some beer pong?” he questions looking down at you with a knowing smile.

part two

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