Rafe Cameron Imagines

Party favors

AN - I'm back! I probably won't update as much as I used to before but I'll still be writing every now and then when I get inspiration : )

Summary - while you're bored out of your mind at a party, you seek Rafe Cameron for some fun.

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Another weekend meant another party at the Cameron's. You didn't want to go– the only reason you were there was because your friends forced you. It wasn't like being stuck at home with any better, but as the hours went on the more impatient you grew.

While the rest of your friends were having a good time– you sat there drunk and bored, hoping for the night to be over when you got an idea.

You'd never tried coke before but right now, it sounded like your best option to help get you through the night.

(AN- don't be like y/n and do drugs! Stay safe girlies)

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Rafe watches your every movement as you strut up to him with a mischievous grin on your face.

"You finally come to your senses and ditch those pogues?" Rafe asked, raising his brows.

You scoff, "Save it, Rafe. I'm not here to talk about your little feud with the pogues."

Rafe blinked, confused, "Okay, so what is it that you want, y/n?"

"Coke– and I know you have it."

Rafe clicked his tongue as a smirk spread across his face. He had never seen you so confident before and to be honest, it was turning him on.

"Maybe I do.. but what's in it for me?" Rafe asked.

You had never realized just how attractive Rafe actually was and since you didn't have any cash on you, you thought of a different way of payment.

You smirk at him, "Let's just say.. I have a different type of payment in mind."

Rafe chuckles under his breath as he gets up and leads you towards his bedroom. Once your inside, he clicks the lock on the door and walks over to his drawers, pulling out a small baggie.

"Come here." Rafe speaks, pulling you onto the bed as he takes his shirt off– but before you can say anything he interrupts you, "If you want the coke so bad you're gonna do a line off my chest first, okay?"

You nod your head in agreement as he pours a small line across his chest. He grabs your legs, pulling you on top of him so that you're straddling him. You almost shiver at the feeling of his hands on your hips, leaning down to inhale the white substance.

Right away, all the loud noises from the party began to fade and your throat burned. You shut your eyes as a euphoric state began to overtake you.

But just as you got comfortable, Rafe's grip on your hips tightened, "You feeling good?"

"Mhm.." You sighed, shifting your hips when you felt his raging erection press against you.

With the drug flowing through your veins, you began to feel more confident and moved your hand to palm Rafe's growing erection.

His breath hitched as you quickly unbuckled his belt and wrapped your lips around his tip. You looked up just in time to see his eyes roll back and you took this as a sign to take more of him into your mouth.

"Fucking shit, you're doing so good." His fingers gripped your hair, slightly moving your head against him which you happily took.

To be honest, you had trouble fitting him into your mouth due to his size but you took what you could and stroked what couldn't fit. His soft whimpers only turned you on even more– you were desperate to feel any amount of friction.

You felt him twitch inside of your mouth, expecting him to finish when he abruptly pulled you off of him.

Embarrassment quickly set it– did he not like it? Were you doing something wrong?

Before you could stop yourself, you asked, "What happened? Did you not like it?"

Rafe only chuckled at you before he pushed you down onto his bed, "Babe, I fucking loved it, but right now I'd rather fuck you."

His dirty words alone left you dripping as he smashed his lips against yours. He took his time, kissing from your lips down to your neck and he definitely made sure to leave some hickeys behind.

"Please, Rafe." You whimpered, his hand reaching under your dress to tease your core.

You gasped as he tore your panties off, throwing them somewhere in his room, "Please what? I wanna hear you beg for it."

"Please– fuck me, Rafe. I need it– I need you so bad."

Without any warning, Rafe pushed himself inside of you. He didn't give you much time to adjust before he started moving his hips faster. You couldn't contain the loud moans that escaped your lips– making Rafe want to fuck you even harder.

"Fuck– you're taking it so good. Already a needy little slut for me, hm?" Rafe teased.

You couldn't seem to form any words as his cock hit the most sensitive spot inside of you. Rafe gripped your thighs tightly which made you wrap your legs around him– pulling him in even closer. He stretched you out better than anyone else you had ever been with. You knew for sure that you were going to be sore tomorrow.

When he brought his hand to your clit, your body jerked with pleasure, "Oh fuck! Rafe you're gonna make me cum–"

Rafe hissed as he felt you clench around him– giving you a few more deep thrusts before he stopped, denying you of your orgasm.

"Rafe, what the fuck?!" You yelled, trying to grind your hips against him.

Rafe laughed, grabbing the coke from the beside table and pouring a white line across your chest– ending right by your breast.

"You had your turn, now it's mine. Be patient and I'll make you cum multiple times, yeah?"

You couldn't even reply before he was snorting the coke off of your body. After he was finished with the coke, he took your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the bundle of nerves. You gasped, fisting at his hair when he began to fuck you again.

"Shit, you're so wet and tight around me. Fucking pathetic, letting me use you like this." Rafe cursed, moving his hand back to your clit.

All you could do was scream his name when he lifted your leg over his shoulder, allowing him to fuck you deeper. You bit down on his shoulder to muffle your moans, causing Rafe to groan from the wet sensation.

"Rafe, I'm gonna–" you couldn't finish your sentence before you came around him– clawing onto his back as you struggled to catch your breath.

He gripped your legs tightly, using them as leverage to thrust even harder into you, "Rafe, slow down– please." You cry out.

"You can take it, I know you can, y/n." Rafe whispers, knowing he's right at the edge himself.

You whimpered, trying to push away from him but Rafe was quick to hold you in place. His grip on your legs only tightened, no doubt leaving fresh bruises to form.

"Stop trying to run away– shit you're gonna make me cum." He moaned, hot breath fanning over your ear.

When his eyes met yours, he finally came. Your mascara was running and you looked completely fucked out– he loved seeing you like this.

He gave you a few more slow thrusts, whispering sweet words of praise in your ear as you regained your senses. You didn't even realize that he had cleaned you up until he laid back down next to you.

All at once, reality set in and you began to worry. What if your friends were looking for you? Were they even here still? How much time had passed?

You quickly got up which had Rafe give you a confused look, almost like he was asking you to stay.

"I should go. My friends are probably looking for me."

You were almost out of his room before his voice stopped you, "If you ever need some coke again, you know where to find me, y/n."

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I know I'm a little rusty so lmk what you guys thought about this one!