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youaremyhome · 2 years

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Pieces of the Night: Starry Eyed

Warnings: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader, 18+ NSFW, smut, HEAVY non-con/dub-con, drug use, possessive behavior, DARK. Read at your own risk.

Notes: 3.7k words. This is part 2! smut time party ppl

The next time Rafe sees you is a week before winter break.

He almost doesn’t recognize you. Natural curls cascade down your back, flipping around as you move your body. Unlike Halloween, where you danced playfully, you now grind your hips down to the bass of the song. A tight skirt threatens to expose your ass as you arch your back. His nostrils flare at the sight.

He wouldn’t admit it to anyone else but he had looked for you at other parties. At the local bars, around campus, and even Instagram. Your account was private but he made sure to follow your roommates since you haven’t accepted his request.

It’s how he found you tonight.

He had been stalking their profiles just to get glimpses of you. And tonight, Louise had tagged you in a picture on her story and he recognized the fireplace mantel where you posed with other girls. He dragged Kelce with him to the apartment because he knew Kelce wouldn’t say shit to him.

All this time, all those weeks between seeing you, Rafe had agonized over why you were stuck in his head. Why he kept picturing your thighs while he fisted his cock. Why each time he fucked someone, your face had been the one he pictured when he came.

Except… he thinks he gets it now as he stares at you.

You were soft.

Soft curves that swept down the slope of your body instead of sharp angles of collar and hip bones. Soft movements, almost calculating but too natural to be. Velvety lips that stretched out to wide grins, eyes delicate with mirth and contentment.

Soft in the way you handled people, in your laughter even when it’s high and cracks. How it would sound as you sighed.

Supple skin dotted with the occasional birthmark. Unmarred landscape made to be marked.

Fluffy hair that should be wrapped tightly around his fist.

Oh, how he wants to ruin you.

You’re drunker tonight. Head rolling back on your shoulders, a sheen of sweat glistening down your throat. Rafe feels his own bob with a hard swallow, his mouth watering with want. As the song mixes into a different one you lean over to yell something to Louise who nods and continues to dance as you maneuver through the thick crowd.

Rafe follows, struggling to stalk faster as there are too many bodies in this tight space, eyes intent on the back of your head. It disappears as you shut the kitchen door behind you. People try distracting him by their obnoxious greetings, Kelce asking him where he’s going but he ignores them all.

By the time he makes it out to the back porch, you’re slanting against the railing with another guy. His hand raised up and handing you something. A vape. That the prick probably already smoked. That you were going to put your lips too. He can’t let that happen. So, he calls your name.

You startle but in your drunken state, it's more of a sway, your head tilting up to him.

“Hi! Rafe, right?” You ask innocently.

The fucking audacity of you.

He pulls a tight smile, a hand combing through his sweaty hair. “Yeah.” His eyes slide to the prick still standing too close to you, then back to you. “You smoke now?”

“Only when I’m drunk.”

Your eyes are glazed, heavy-lidded and your body relaxed, unlike last time when you were keyed up and taking care of others. The long sleeves of your top are like a second skin on you, top tucked into that cute little skirt.

“How about a real cigarette then? Hmm?” A sly smirk curls his lips as your eyes lit up.

“Ok!” Your eyes are brought back to the guy that has slowly (smartly) inched back from you. “Never mind Eddie, I’ll just bum off of Rafe.”

You pat Eddie’s chest in what’s supposed to be a nice gesture. All Rafe thinks is that he’ll break your wrist if you do it again.

Rafe slips his tall body next to yours, chest brushing along your shoulder. His knuckles grip the railing behind you, half caging you in as he stares down the poor bastard. You don’t appear to notice the thickening tension, in your own little drunken world, waiting for your cigarette.

Eddie gives a forced chuckle, breaking Rafe’s glare. “Ok, sure. I’ll, um…I’ll see you in lecture.”

Fucking pussy.

You wave your hand as Eddie fleas Rafe’s murderous frown which turns into an easy-go-lucky slip of a smile as you look up at him. Rafe reaches into the front pocket of his button-down and pulls out his pack. Flipping the lid open with one finger, he dips his head down, inching closer to your face, teeth biting the end of a cigarette to pull it out. He flips it in his fingers and holds it out to you. Frustratingly, you shake your head no.

“I can’t smoke a whole one. Can I share it with you instead?”

How sweet you are.

You actually hold his eye contact this time, the alcohol loosening you up just the way he needs. You turn your body towards him, leaning back with Rafe towering over you. Flickering the lighter, he presses the flame to the end, puffing in a breath before blowing out the smoke right in your face. Your hand waves around quickly in front of you.

“You asshole!” You laugh, tapping at his chest.

His hand swiftly catches yours, keeping it there as you feel his steady heartbeat. With his other hand, he pulls the cigarette out from between his lips and turns it so the end is now hovering by those plump lips.

Just a small moment of hesitation crosses your pretty features and then your lips are puckering around the end, the cherry burning brighter as you inhale. His eyes are zeroed in at your mouth, a perfect little o as you slowly exhale the smoke to the left of him. Making him bark out a laugh when you blow the tail end of it right into his face.

“Where’s the moon tonight?” Rafe asks, nodding his head to the empty sky.

Your smile is wide as you turn your head up, giving Rafe a delicious view of the long column of your neck. “It’s a new moon.” Facing back, you give him that sweet smile. “Looks like it's just us and the stars.”

He’s close to you, his body heat transferring over to you, eyes blinking slowly at him. He brings the stick to your mouth again and this time there’s no pause as you take a hit.

“I always forget how much I actually hate cigarettes.” You chuckle, sticking your tongue out, hating the aftertaste.

“Then don’t smoke.”

You roll your eyes. He lets you pull your hand away from his. “It gives me a nice little high.”

He can tell, your head rocking side to side as your eyes flutter. He can also see the imprint your lipstick has left on the butt, deliberately lining his lips with it.

“I can give you something better than that.” He says, smoke trailing out his mouth. You furrow your brows, raising one in question. He reaches back in his pocket, pulling out a little baggie of white powder. “Ta-da.”

Suddenly, you’re shy again. “I don’t know…”

“What? You only do coke on special occasions?”

“Something like that,” you say embarrassed, hand raising up to rub at your other arm. You give an awkward laugh. “Plus, I don’t even know where you got that stuff from!”

His eyes slightly narrow, nodding his head slowly. You’re a smart girl. But Rafe is always a step ahead.

“This is the same coke Carson gave you on Halloween.” By your confused expression, Rafe interrupts your thought. “Who do you think Carson got the coke from in the first place?”

He doesn’t mean to sound condescending, but he’s getting so impatient the way you're just dangling yourself in front of him like the easiest fucking bait alive. Judging by the sour purse of your mouth, you don’t like that.

“I just meant you could trust me is all,” He softens his expression, handing you the cigarette this time.

Rafe can tell you're mulling it over in your head and goddamn it, he didn’t expect you to think when you’re this drunk. He doesn’t have much patience as it is and with how hard he is at just of thought of getting you alone, it’s kind of overwhelming him. You take another hit of the cigarette then blow the grey smoke out to the sky.

“Fine, I’ll give into your peer pressure.” Your words slur together a bit, a teasing tilt to your lips.

Taking keys out of his shorts pocket, Rafe scoops a key into the white dust, and balancing a small bump on the end of it, guides it to your nose watching as your eyes flicker up to him one more time before your leaning in, sniffing it.

Rafe doesn’t give you a moment before he’s surging downward, big hand gripping the side of your neck and bruising his lips to yours. Pressing your ass back against the rail as he tightens his hold when he feels your mouth open, tongue darting in to meet yours, swiping and tasting the combination of smoke and alcohol. Your lips are plush against his, molding so easily into the harsh press of his, shy tongue rolling across and barely pushing into his mouth. A low groan is shared to your mouth, making you smile and laughter vibrates his lips, making it difficult for him to kiss you deeper.

“Come home with me,” Rafe mumbles, lips giving small pecks between his words.

“Oh, uh – ” Rafe doesn’t wait for an answer as he tilts his head and captures your lips perfectly.

The kiss gradually becomes harder, messier with Rafe’s body flushed to yours. Not knowing where to put your hands, you grip at the end of his shirt, pulling on it to bring him closer. You feel so good against him, even clothed and barely touching you Rafe is getting harder by the second.

Somewhere in the background of your little bubble, the tempo of the music increases to a techno beat which causes you to pull away from him, Rafe’s kisses pressing to the corner of your lips and then to your cheek.

“I love this song!” Is all you say before you’re grabbing ahold of his hand and pulling him back inside, too late for him to protest.

Rafe grumps but he follows your stumbles to the living room where you reunite with Louise who had been jumping around with other girls. You all squeal together and it annoys the shit out of Rafe but with the way he watches your increasingly clumsy movements, he decides it couldn’t hurt to stay for one more song. He does make sure your attention is back on him once he feels like you’ve had your fill of your friends, hands pulling your hips back to him. Bodies tight together as you begin to dance.

Your body moves like molten gold, all thick and slow, pressing into him as his hands start to roam over your hips. Fingers dragging up your sides, giving small squeezes just to feel you twitch and sigh out. Your head barely reaches his shoulder as you lean back, his hand following up and curling around your fragile throat.

Beautiful eyes rapidly move over his face, all dazed and euphonic, a slack smile beaming up at him. Rafe kisses you again, letting his fingers ever-so-gently squeeze, giving him the air out of your lungs. It’s only a taste of what he has in store for you tonight.

Your ass is grinding back on him, uncoordinated with the beat but you don’t seem to notice, just pushing up onto your tip toes to arch your back and kiss him more. He loves that others can see you like this, draped over him and showing everyone who you’ll be going home with.

At this point, Rafe is basically edging himself with your delectable body sliding up and down, so ready for the taking as he gives a small shove of his hips to your ass. He has licked and kissed away your lipstick, can feel your muscles grow heavy as your movements begin to slow. Now, is the perfect moment to whisk you away.

There’s no option for you to complain as his hand grips your wrist and tugs strongly, weaving between people. Louise is too busy dancing to notice your stumbling body getting dragged away. He knows how protective your friends are of you - he doesn’t blame them, but they can’t hide you away from him. He knows this was a rare chance, Louise wasn’t as observant as the others, not as protective, so it was perfect that it was only you two together tonight.

It’s only once the cool air is chilling your cheeks do you seem to rise from the fog that had overtaken your brain.

“Wait…” Voice slurred and heavy. “Lou – Lou is… inside. Gotta tell her.”

“Louise is fine and you’re a big girl, aren’t you? You can text her.” Rafe dismisses you easily.

His truck is parked right outside, opening the door and helping up into the seat. After buckling you up and settling himself in the driver seat, Rafe gives you a once-over. Your eyes are closed as you hum a nonsensical tune, hands rubbing at the leather, the smooth texture tickling your fingertips.

“Another bump for the road?”

The key is ready for you, Rafe holding it under your nose and your natural instinct is to sniff it without a thought.

Rafe smirks, hand extending out to soothe over your cheek, thumbing at your bottom lip. You struggle to open your eyes, half open as you turn to him, nuzzling into his warm hand. The feel of his rough fingers tightening on your cheek causes you to let out a shaky moan. Just the harsh breathing from Rafe is heard and then a mumbled fuck, and soon the rumble of the engine turning on.

He periodically watches you zone in and out during the drive to his place. Little random ramblings of the sky, your friends, and upcoming finals. He speeds there, maneuvering through the light traffic of 2 am.

He makes it in record time, eagerly leading you into his apartment building by the hand. Your dilated pupils bounce around the foyer, making slurred comments on the architecture and how modern it is.

In his eagerness, Rafe pushes you into the elevator when you take too long, your back bumping back against the mirrored wall. He can’t keep his lips off of you, of your mouth or neck, tongue slithering out to lap down your chest. Tasting the sweat of your skin, the smell of you filling his senses fully, growling back as you whine.

With the extra powder in your system, your body has to rely on his as he hurriedly walks to the door, fumbling with his keys in excitement. Your bodies are a flurry of movement across the entrance, door slamming shut blindly as hands grip your face hard, teeth clashing with hunger you’ve never felt before.

Rafe rips at your shirt, ruining it and letting the tethers float to the floor, giving you no time to morn as he pulls at your hips to his bedroom. He feels like a goddamn teenager about to lose his virginity, his heart pumping blood straight to his cock with every pulse. He makes quick work of your bra and reveals your full, perky tits. The sight of your heaving chest is so much fucking better than his imagination could conjure up, hard little nipples kissing the air with goosebumps spreading down.

Just a small push to your shoulder and your back is bouncing back on the bed, giggling stupidly as your arms rise over your head, stretching your body out.

“How you feeling, angel?” Rafe asks. He finds he likes the sound of your voice.

You toss your head side to side on the pillows, laughing more as his hands begin to slide down your tits, twerking your nipples before continuing his journey down.

“Feel…Feel like –” You grunt as you struggle to explain yourself. “Feels reallyyy good. You… You feel good.”

“Good.” Rafe smiles down at you, hands skimming your tummy, teasing at the waist of your skirt for a moment focusing on the way your stomach contracts. The skirt is wiggled off of your hips along with your black panties Rafe knows he will keep.

And now look at you. A sight to behold and only for him.

Completely naked, high, and pliant.

Rafe’s hungry eyes take their fill as his fingers pull at his shorts, not even bothering with his shirt. Cock throbbing and red from being teased all night long – no, for months long. Settling on his knees between your legs, he watches mesmerized as he parts your thighs wider, spreading those puffy lips of yours to expose a pink slit.

There’s a glistening sheen, and Rafe truly thinks you must be an angel sent down to torture him.

“You wet for me?” His voice is low, catching the way you preen, arching your back. Presenting to him.

With one hand around his cock, Rafe lines himself up to your clit. Spreading the gathering wetness, so silky and hot as he grinds his cock up and down.

“I – I –” You’re gasping like he’s already inside you. “I – see pretty colors.”

“Yeah?” Rafe’s breathing is heavy, short, his southern tang coming out. “Yeah, I see something real pretty too.”

Blue eyes set on the glorious sight of his thick cock slowly stretching you apart, making room for him as you let out airy tiny moans. Your muscles are completely lax, making it easy for him to slide in you without having to stop because shit, you’re fucking tight. A honeyed layer of cushion enveloping all around him, yielding to the intrusion of his steel hard length, like softened butter getting sliced with a knife.

He can’t stop the bitten-out curses as he keeps going, watching as you take every inch until his hips are flushed to your inner thighs. Hands push at the back of your thighs to your chest, changing the angle as Rafe stays still inside of you, feet up in the air.

The new position feels differently the same, hot and wet but with more pressure added, nudging something deep inside you. Your groans are deep down in your chest, uncontrolled and free. Folded in half, Rafe clutches tightly on your plump thighs, groaning when his fingers dent your flesh the way he’s been wanting to since that first night he saw you.

You let out a broken cry, words jumbled together when you tell him to please, please move, need –

“Shhh, shhh. Gotchu angel,” Rafe promises as he pulls out to the tip, grunting when he slams back into you.

It’s a punishing pace. It’s what you deserve after invading him for so long, for hiding this perfect pussy that needs his dick.

Even with your body boneless on the bed, Rafe has to force it in with how tight you are, gritting his teeth as he uses all the strength he has to pound into you. And you take it so beautifully. Fingers crumpling his bedsheets, sweat peppering your hairline as your body is moved without your volitation. He has to press down on your thighs tighter so you stop bouncing up on the bed with each thrust he gives.

Sharp teeth drag anywhere they can get, your shoulders, chest, neck, tits. He needs to make sure you bare his markings, turning spots of skin into red and purple. Whispering praises of how well you're taking his cock, soothing your bruises with his tongue only to bite you again.

The lewd, slippery smacks combined with the squeaking of the bed add to the chorus of your fucking. Rafe’s cock piles straight down into you in messy thrusts, pushing his hips harder into you at different times just to see you engulf every inch of him. His breathing is ragged and curses fly when he uses the hold on your legs to support him just so he can look down.

He can’t tear his eyes away from you. From your wet pink cunt, or your fluttering eyelashes, or your hair spilled across his bed. He needs to categorize every part of you in this moment. Your moans are louder now, higher pitched as Rafe continues to ram you.

Slipping a hand down Rafe rubs his thumb back and forth across your slick clit, a self-satisfied smirk blooming when you squeal. Your hips jolt up, only making him increase the pressure until you're keening long and loud, almost a scream and he can’t wait until next time when you’ll be cognizant enough to.

Rafe barely rubs your clit for a few minutes before you come on his cock. The rhythmic pulses have him snarling, struggling to push through your tightening walls as he continues to use you. Abusing that poor pussy as hard as he can, knowing you can’t feel half of the pain your body will remember in the morning. He has half a mind to cum inside you, but he wants you to truly remember when he does that for the first time.

For now, he forces himself deeper, harder until he’s right at the edge before pulling out and furiously tugging his cock as he comes all over you. Your name is ripped from his vocal cords along with moans that he can’t stop. Cum spurts up to the underside of your tits, a trail that leads all the way down to your cunt where more is painted on you.

Rafe admires his handiwork as your legs flop down to the bed, eyes closed and half-conscious. Looking so lovely all fucked out and used, his cum soaking into your skin, small hickeys speckling at the base of your neck to your chest.

Looking like a vulgar renaissance painting, pretty as a picture.

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evergreeneddie · 2 years

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Um first ever smut. Lmk if it’s actually good or if I should rip my hands off. Thanks! :)

Minors DNI!!!

Warnings: overstimulation, sub!Eddie, dom!Y/N, use of color system, light teasing, bondage, use of the word “mommy”

Graphic content below!

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A cool October breeze rolled through the cracked bedroom window and attacked Eddie’s skin; eliciting goosebumps and a throaty whine.

“Please, Y/N” he whimpered, tugging at the restraints that attached his wrists to the wooden headboard.

“What did we say? No whining, baby. You did this to yourself.”

Which is true, really. You guys had been at a Halloween party at the Wheeler’s when Eddie decided he needed your body right then and there. You wouldn’t have minded if it wasn’t for him ever so lightly grinding against your back, pretending to be giving you a hug in front of the kids. The worst part, the part that made you decide it was time to leave the party, was those damn whimpers. Quietly-almost silently- begging you to ruin him.

“It hurts, can’t” Eddie sputtered, hips thrusting up in a weak attempt to buck into your hand and find his release.

You had been edging Eddie for close to an hour now. You were pretty furious that he was being so vulgar in front of the kids and instantly knew what you needed to do.

“You can, or you won’t cum at all” you threatened, pulling your hand away from his leaking cock. “Now be a good slut and sit still”

You quickly moved to straddle your boyfriend and gently guiding his aching member to your entrance.

“No please, mommy! I’ll cum too fast, can’t take it” Eddie yelped out, pulling at the ties on his wrist as you slid yourself halfway down his cock.

“Mommy?” You snorted, “am I your mommy, baby?” You asked him mockingly

“I-yes, fuck” the brunette groaned

You paused and grabbed Eddie harshly by the chin, fingertips dipping into his soft and flushed skin. “If you cum, I won’t let you fuck me for weeks” you threatened before taking the rest of him into you.

A choked sob left Eddie’s throat as his head fell forward against your chest at those words. You entangled a hand in his sweaty curls and allowed his tears to roll down your torso.

“No, no, please let me cum” he begged weakly “it’s too good, you’re too good. Please, please, let me cum!” Your boyfriend cried out, begging for his release.

A smirk graced your lips and you began to move your hips and watched as Eddie tossed his head back, letting out a strangled moan; face caked in streaks of tears.

“You’re doing so good, being such a good boy. Gonna make mommy cum?” You praised. Your choice of words made Eddie whimper and lift his hips to meet yours.

Your motions stopped when you heard an almost pained moan and looked down to see your boyfriends face laced with discomfort.

You reached out and held his face gently between your hands.

“Hey, hey. What color are we at, sweetheart?” You asked as you brushed a sweaty curl away from his eyes and placed a light kiss on his forehead.

“Y-yellow” the fucked out man whimpered.

“How can we fix that, hm?”

“Touch. Need to touch you so bad. Please, let me touch you” Eddie cried out, weakly pulling at his restraints.

Keeping him inside you, you leaned over and rescued his hand from the first restraint; grunting in surprise when his hand instantly gripped onto your hip. The same happened when you untied his second hand. Desperation taking over as he ran his calloused fingertips across your entire body, memorizing as much of you as possible.

“Move, please. Need to make you cum” Eddie pleaded, thrusting his body into yours.

You began lifting your hips before dropping back down, easily finding your rhythm from earlier. For the next few moments, nothing but the sound of skin slapping together, breathy moans, and whimpers consumed the entire room.

“Oh shit- I, I’m gonna cum” Eddie warned, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.

His fingers dug into your hips as he loudly cried out as he came. Hips jutting up to meet yours and ride out his orgasm.

The sound of your ruined boyfriend finally meeting his release prompted your own. Your voice broke as you moaned Eddie’s name. Your nails breaking skin as you held onto his biceps, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

You both sat in silence for a moment, panting and trying to contain your yourselves.

Eddie’s hips stuttered upward and a sad moan left his mouth as you began to lift off his abused cock. This pulled a breathy laugh from you as you rolled to the side of the bed.

“Fuck” Eddie panted out “I love you”

You rolled onto your side before placing a kiss on his shoulder and snuggling into his side to return the gesture.

“So” you prompted, placing your cheek on his chest and looking up at his fucked out face “youre into the whole mommy thing, huh?”

“Oh fuck off”

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