Can I list writing smut as a hobby on my resume? Requested by @insanitia here you go lovebug! @obfuscateyummy@barbabangme thought y’all would enjoy this😬
You woke up sweating.
Sheets sticking to your body, you sat up, trying to familiarize yourself with your surroundings. Recognizing that you were in your bedroom, you glanced to your left, where Rafael’s sleeping figure was breathing peacefully, mouth slightly open and greying hair falling messily into his face.
Images of the dream you were torn from flashed before your eyes. Rafael’s naked form, hovering over you, arms shaking as he held himself up, desperately moaning into your mouth as he kissed you with every thrust.
You whimpered, squeezing your legs together and taking a long drink of water from the bottle on your nightstand. 2am, the clock read.
The need pooling in your stomach was too hard to simply ignore. You could fish for your toys, try and get yourself off, but you knew it wouldn’t be enough. Nothing, no one but Rafael was enough.
Quietly, you slid down the bed, slipping under the covers. It was dark, but you could make out the outline of Rafael’s legs, and the bulge in his boxers between them.
You carefully lowered the fabric just enough to reveal his cock, soft and warm in your hands. It took everything you had to start slowly- tracing the head with your tongue, running it across his slit before gently sucking on the tip, reveling in the way he was beginning to harden in your mouth. You tried to keep yourself from moaning, but to no avail. The vibrations around his cock caused Rafael to stir, letting out a deep sigh, before his breathing once again evened.
You took him deeper, letting him slide down your throat as you bobbed up and down. Cupping his balls in your hand, you massaged them, appreciating the way Rafael shivered in response. Releasing him from you mouth, you ran your tongue up the length of his cock, tracing the outlines of the thick veins decorating him like artwork.
Rafael’s breathing changed, quickened. You knew he was waking up, and hastily returned to gliding him in and out of your mouth. You took him all the way, now completely hard and leaking, wondering if he would cum in your mouth before waking up completely.
You didn’t have to wonder for long. You heard a low groan above you, the covers shifting.
“Cariño,” Rafael murmured, sleep evident in his groggy voice, “Fuck,” he moaned as you sped up your pace. “What are you doing baby?”
You added your other hand, stroking him in tune with your mouth. Rafael’s cock twitched, his hands searching for you, and you knew he was close already.
“Wait, wait. Fuck.” he begged, his pleads coming out breathy.
Pulling off of him with a pop, you grinned and straddled his lap, grinding your soaking center down onto him. Your clothes had been removed long ago.
“I can’t wait.” You whined, moaning at the friction of his hard cock sliding between your folds. “Need you. Feels so good.”
Rafael cursed, flipping the two of you over so that he was on top. Gripping your hips tightly, Rafael teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, smirking as you writhed beneath him. “Whatever you need, princesa.”
In one agonizingly leisure motion, Rafael buried himself inside you completely. You cried out at how fully Rafael stretched you, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer.
Still drowsy, Rafael buried his head in your neck, unable to suppress the throaty whimpers tumbling from his lips in his sleepy state. His thrusts were slow but deep, the sweet friction of his hand lazily rubbing your clit.
“Rafi,” you sobbed, biting into his shoulder, “please.”
“Is this what you wanted, cariño?” He grunted, pounding into you harder than before.
Already halfway to orgasm from your dream before Rafael even touched you, you were now screaming his name, knuckles white from grasping onto the headboard as you came hard around him, soaking the sheets beneath you. Rafael’s body pressed firmly against yours, holding you down as you shook with pleasure, always your rock, always your gravity.
“That’s it, good girl,” he praised. “Cum for me, just like that baby. Fuck.” Rafael stuttered,his movementsbecoming messier, more frantic. “So wet, so ready for me. Is this what you needed princesa? To be be fucked? Hm? You needed papi’s cock?” You nodded wildly, or at least, it felt like you nodded. It was hard to tell, the assault on your senses rendering you speechless.
Rafael dug his fingertips into your hips, surely leaving proof of tonight for tomorrow, his other hand grabbing a fistful of your hair. “Tell me what you want hermosa. You want me to cum inside you, fill you up?” Still panting, you mewled as you felt your second orgasm rapidly approaching.
“Say it. I want to hear you.” He commanded, and you obeyed, strings of “Yes” and “Please” woven together with moans and curses.
Hearing you say the words, Rafael shoved into you one last time, hard, stalling his hips as he spilled himself inside you, his cock throbbing with his release. You came shortly thereafter, the over stimulation of you squeezing around him causing Rafael to hiss and groan.
After you both came down from your highs, panting and spent, Rafael gently withdrew himself, carrying you to the bathroom for a quick clean up.
When you were done, legs shaking and eyes fluttering shut from exhaustion, Rafael pulled you close, your back flush with his chest. Peppering your skin with kisses, his breathy laughter echoed in the otherwise quiet room.
SVU addict 