Notes: Iâve been yearning so bad for this man help me. This is so self indulgent gang idek what to say.
Big note: REQUESTS ARE OPEN
Summary: You and Rafe spend the night together and you tried to leave in the morning.
Tags: smut, soft Rafe, Rafe being a dick also, reader has fem body parts, Rafe x reader, alluded to future romance
You had always been careful. You stuck close with your friends, and you didnât stray. But man did Rafe Cameron make it hard not to break some of your rules.
The biggest one being âno kooksâ. Especially not one like Rafe. Your friends would kill you.
Itâs been a long week. Youâve been working double shifts to get by and help your mom out with bills, since your dad drinks all his money.
Bottom line, you just wanted to let loose. So youâre at a kook party, alone. You had come with some other pogue girls but they disappeared into the sea of kook girls getting drunk off Pink Whitney.
The music is starting to give you a headache, and youâre thinking about how this was such a bad idea, when someone bumps into you. Damn near spilling your drink all over your outfit.
âWatch where youâre going-â you start to snap, when Rafe Cameron turns around, smirking at you.
âCome on pogue, lighten up,â he says laughing, and looking back at his friends who giggle all like youâre the butt of an inside joke youâre not allowed to understand.
âWhatever,â you murmur, downing the rest of your drink before slipping out the back door.
Rafe follows, calling after you. âHey! Where are you going?â
You turn around, giving him a what for. âHome. Iâm sick of this place anyway,â you tell him.
Rafe comes closer, looking down at you. âYou need a ride?â
Maybe itâs all the liquor, maybe itâs you not wanting to walk home in the cold, but you nod. âSure.â
When you get into the passenger seat of Rafeâs car, you feel sorely out of place. Itâs nice. Too nice. The seats are leather and the car seems to drive by itself.
âDo you always drive in silence?â You tease, trying to ease your nerves by turning on the radio.
âOnly when Iâm trying to focus on the road, and not the girl beside me,â he says softly, making you roll your eyes.
He doesnât save it, in fact he stops at the red light, putting the car in park since no oneâs around. âYouâve gotten so beautiful, has anyone ever told you that?â He says, his gaze glancing down at your lips.
âYou been watching me, Cameron?â
A smile tugs at his lips, and he wets them with his tongue, before leaning in like heâs going to tell you a secret. âIâve had my eye on you for a while, pogue,â he says softly, his breath fanning your ear.
Youâre just now starting to regret how much youâve drank, because warmth is starting to pool in your belly, and youâre pressing your thighs together to ease the ache.
âCome home with me?â He murmurs out the question, pressing his palm to your cheek. âJust for tonight, no strings?â
Youâre thinking about how hard this week was and how it couldnât hurt to get fucked within an inch of your life for one night, even if it is by a kook. âOkay.â
He keeps his hand on your thigh, his fingers tracing patterns on the soft inner skin. Once you pull up to his house, he gets out, and opens your door for you.
âThanks,â you murmur, awkwardly, yet again feeling sorely out of place at such a nice house.
Rafe takes your hand, and leads you inside, the both of you slipping up the stairs quietly.
Once you get to his room, your head feels light and airy from your drinks and you can tell he feels the same.
The kiss he gives you takes your breath, and he swallows the soft squeak threatening to leave your lips. He snakes one hand around your waist, the other in your hair, as he deepens the kiss.
He tastes like whiskey, and something distinctly him, that has your head spinning off the taste of him.
He pulls away out of necessity, needing to breathe, but he barely takes any time before peppering kisses along your jaw, and your pulse.
He nips at the soft skin there, making you whimper softly.
âCome on baby,â he murmurs. âLet me hear you.â
His hands pull you closer by your hips, before one squeezes your backside, making your eyes flutter.
His other hand slips up your shirt, palming at your breast through your bra. Insecurity worms its way for a moment as you release youâre wearing your comfortable bra, and not anything cute.
Rage doesnât seem to care as he moans against your pulse at the feeling of you.
He pulls away to look into your eyes, his gaze searching for permission, which you give with a soft nod.
He pulls your shirt over your head, and unclips your bra with a scary ease. You canât even take a moment to ponder how he got so good at that before his tongue is swirling around your nipple, and his teeth are grazing it just slightly.
You gasp, arching into him, as he lavishes your body with attention. Once heâs done with one breast, heâs onto the other, this side feeling more sensitive.
Heâs almost kneeling, both his hands, squeezing at your ass.
When he pulls away, heâs pulling himself up to his full height, making you look up at him.
Your slip a hand under his shirt, feeling the hard press of his toned stomach that shudders beneath your touch.
âCome on baby, donât tease,â he murmurs, and you slip his shirt over his head.
Rafe gently leads you to lay back on his bed, and he unbuttons your shorts, taking them down with your underwear.
He takes his own jeans off, and you watch as his length is revealed to you, warm and blushed at the tip.
His hand slips down to run a finger through your slick heat, and he enters a finger into you, slowly rubbing his thumb against your clit.
You find your thighs spreading at his touch, your back arching into his fingers, until he reaches that spongey spot with a twitch up with the pads of his middle and pointer.
âRafe!â You gasp, feeling him continue to caress that spot. When you feel your thighs start to tremble he pulls his fingers out.
âNot yet, baby,â he murmurs, before licking his fingers clean, making a new fresh wave of heat press into your belly.
When he enters you the stretch is almost too much, deliciously too much, as the curve of his cock nudges that sweet spot inside you.
He sets an unrelenting pace, hips slamming against yours, until you feel a tear slip down your face at the pure pleasure of him.
âAre you crying baby? Feels too good?â He asks wiping your face, before grabbing your chin and making you look at him. âLook at me baby I wanna see that cute face when you come.
The talking alone has your legs starting to tremble and you feel his cock twitch inside you, sending you over the edge.
âThatâs right baby, come for me,â he growls, his hips snapping until they stutter and he spills deep into you.
He stays there for a moment, forehead pressed against yours. âStay? Just for the night?â He asks, kissing your cheek tenderly.
You nod sleepily, already feeling like you canât keep your eyes open.
âGo ahead and rest. Iâll be here when you wake up,â he says softly, wrapping an arm around your waist.
Right now, you donât have to worry about the consequences, you donât even have to worry about sleeping in your cold house tonight. Tonight youâre safe in Rafeâs arms, and you find that you like it that way.
