thirty-three

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TRIGGER WARNING: Smut 😈

Rafe's eyes glanced over her topless body with a slight smirk playing on his lips, "I'm not going to lie, I figured you wouldn't be up for this."

"Yeah, well, you'd be surprised." She said, laying down.

He grabbed the bag, attempting to sprinkle some into a line in between her boobs as he ran his fingers along her bare skin, making her tense up.

"Nervous, Iris?" He whispered and she shook her head slightly.

"No."

"You sure about that?"

"Mhm."

He rolled up a bill, holding it to his nose as he sniffed the line between her boobs, "Fuck."

And she felt her cheeks flush red the second he did a line off of her. Here she was, with fucking Rafe, and he was doing cocaine off of her fucking chest. Honestly, she was surprised that he hadn't told her to take off her bralette yet.

Secretly, part of her wished that he would.

How fucked up was that?

"Your turn."

Where the fuck was she going to do hers? And as she locked eyes with Rafe, it clicked. Off of his bare chest.

"Then take off your fucking shirt."

Rafe smirked at her and ripped his shirt off, laying down beside her, "All yours."

Iris ran a gentle finger down his chest as she formed the line. This is such a fucking mistake. Such a fucking mistake. She could be clean. And yet, she wasn't. And it was because of Rafe. No, it was because of her own choices. No, it was because of Rafe. No, it was her-

And she quickly took the line off of his body, scrunching her nose afterwards due to the sensation.

A mistake.

It was the smirk on Rafe's face that made her feel crazy. It was like Rafe was the drug addiction she couldn't shake, and in a sense, that's exactly what he was to her.

"Your turn." She said as she leaned over him slightly.

"Let me do another line off of you."

"I figured you'd say that." She replied, gently, as she laid back on the bed and he shook his head, "What?"

"Not off of your boobs, no."

"Then where?"

It was the way his eyes darkened slightly. It made her lower abdomen flutter. Fuck sakes, Iris. Do not hook up with Rafe.

I mean, the two of them doing coke off of each other was bad enough as it was. Especially after everything.

But like she said earlier, it was Rafe. He was her personal drug, and in turn, she was his too.

Like Wheezie said, he got all agitated and anxious without her. It was textbook withdrawal.

"Thigh." He growled.

She didn't even need to think. The next thing she knew she was pulling her shorts off in a hurry, making Rafe chuckle slightly as she smirked.

Except she figured he was just going to do one off the top of her thigh, but, had she truly thought about it, she would've known that he only wanted to do this off of her inner thigh.

"I want to do it off your inner thigh."

"Why?" She was worried she would lose herself under him. Actually, no, she wasn't worried she would. At this point, she fucking wanted to. She had wanted to from the second she was alone with him. Did that make her crazy? Yeah, probably. But right now, she didn't care. It would be the last time, if they didn't anything that is.

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