Buzzcut season’s approaching - rafe cameron x fem!reader
-nsfw - short blurb- fem receiving oral -eater!rafe
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"Oh fuck me" you whine loudly as soon as Rafe quickens the eagerness that he uses to eat you out. He has you on your back with your legs by your ears and you can't do anything but pathetically put one hand on his shoulder and push as if it's doing anything to subdue him. Instead of laying down he gets up onto his knees and plants his face into your pussy, pushing his weight into the backs of your legs with his forearms, so that your entire torso is weighed down. You can hear him slurping as he sucks roughly over your clit every time his tongue drags your wetness throughout the slit of your pussy, the sound making the feeling more intense. Your eyes roll to the back of your head once he pops off of you with another lewd slurp. He's still breathing heavily as he licks up your pussy, soft and slow before placing wet kisses around your inner thighs. He places the last kiss on your clit, and without warning he began to circle it with his tongue. The circles go from only being on your clit to eventually traveling all the way down to where he had previously fucked you open on his fingers and from painfully slow to unhesitatingly fast.
"Fuck Rafe" you cry, immediately closing your thighs together at the stimulation. It does nothing because of how he has your legs pressed against your chest, so you can do nothing but sob at the feeling, trying to jerk your hips away. You cum for the second time, trying to sink into the mattress away from his mouth, but it only encourages him to push his face deeper in. Your back arches up off of the bed as you grab a handful of the sheets with one hand while the other hand finds solace in his hair that's grown just barely long enough for you to grab and pull him away.
He follows your grip, even though you don't have that much of a strong one in his grown out buzz cut. He softly pulls your legs down around his torso and holds himself above you as he watches with heavy eyes, using a discarded shirt to quickly wipe his face before lying down on top of you. The pressure of his weight calming down the spasming of your smaller frame. "Time for a haircut" he grumbles into your skin as you finish writhing underneath him.
