TEACHING MOMENT âââââ rafe cameron
smut. oral(f!receiving), submissive!rafe, virgin!rafe, dirty talk, use of baby, cheating(do not do this). mdni!
when rafe comes to you, his best friend, for help with trying to please his girlfriend, you can't tell him no. and, frankly, you don't really want to.
Rafe plopped down onto your bed, letting out a dramatic sigh. You closed your laptop, moving it to your end table as you looked at him. "What's wrong?" you asked.
Rafe shook his head, almost like he was embarrassed. "It's nothing."
You gave him a look, crossing your arms. "You look stressed. Tell me what's up."
He huffed, leaning his head back against your headboard. "I'm...I dunno, insecure," he mumbled quietly.
You paused for a second. Rafe wasn't really one for insecurities. Sure, he was on the shyer side, but not really insecure. "About what?" He gave you a side look, one that told you he didn't want to talk about it. But you pushed anyway. "I can't help you if you don't tell me."
"You can't help me, period."
You furrowed your brows. "Why not?"
"It's a...personal problem," he grumbled.
You paused for a second, before letting out a small laugh. "Don't tell me you can't get it up."
Rafe rolled his eyes, shoving your arm. "No, I can get it up just fine. That's not the problem."
You sighed. "So what is?"
"We're getting...closer. But I dunno how to do all that. And it's embarrassing," he said quietly.
You thought for a second, taking in his words. "This is about you being a virgin?" He nodded, looking away. You put a hand on his shoulder. "Rafey, relax. It's not embarrassing," you assured, but he just shrugged your hand off, huffing.
"It is. I can't...I dunno how to...you know, get her riled up. Sure, she's attracted to me, but I can't, likeâugh, I do not want to talk about this."
"C'mon, it's me. You can tell me anything." Part of you was jealous, sure. You'd always wanted him, but you wanted him happy, and if he was happy with her, then that's that.
He sighed, looking at you. "I need to know how to eat pussy," he finally got out. You were surprised by his blunt words, as he usually wasn't too vulgar when it came to sexual stuff. But it sent something through you. Some sort of desire.
You took your time looking at him, composing yourself. You had to go about this the right way. "Well...I can help," you said, softly and slowly, making it seem like you were hesitant, even if in reality you weren't.
He furrowed his brows, looking shocked. "Help? How?"
You gave him a look, and he gave you a confused one back. "I have a vagina, Rafe," you stated bluntly.
It took him a second, but he caught on. His face lit up red and he stumbled with his words. "O-oh. I can't- that's-"
You knew, deep down, this wasn't necessarily right, but you couldn't care. Not if he wanted it. If he didn't, you wouldn't push, but you had to at least find out. You put a hand on his shoulder again, rubbing softly. "It's okay. It's just an offer," you assured.
He sucked in a breath, closing his eyes. "Wouldn't it be weird?"
You shrugged. You knew part of him was attracted to you. He'd admitted it before. Sure, you were best friends, but you'd taught him how to kiss and make out. You'd been there to teach him whenever he needed it. What was so different now?
As you pointed that out to him, he grew a little more red. "Well, I've never been there with you," he whispered.
"You don't have to if you don't want to, Rafe," you stated, and he shook his head.
"It's- I feel...guilty. For wanting it."
Your heart sped up. He wanted it. That was all you needed. Nothing else mattered. "Don't. You're just trying to be better for her." You both knew it was a lie, but Rafe chose to believe it, and so did you.
He slowly nodded, letting out a breath. "Okay," he whispered, voice a little shaky from nerves. He knew he was safe with you, but it didn't stop the fear of being horrible.
You cupped his cheek, caressing it. "You'll do fine," you assured, like you could read his mind. You grabbed his hand, guiding it to your hip. "Just relax."
He let out a shaky breath, and leaned in, forehead almost touching yours. His fingers gripped your hip, digging in slightly. You couldn't help but arch into him. You leaned in, kissing him softly, slowly, letting him get used to it.
Almost immediately, he pulled you closer by your hip, letting out a small, desperate noise. It helped your ego, knowing he wanted you too. You two did that for a little, just small kisses, before he finally slipped his tongue into your mouth.
After that, it was all desperate and desire. You were practically dry humping as he trailed light kisses down your jaw and neck, and you gripped his hair. Your breathing was heavier and it took a lot for you to focus.
You could feel how wet your panties were.
You brought your hands down, unbuttoning your shorts. Rafe stopped his movements, sucking in a small breath, eyes switching between yours and where your hands were. "You wanna use fingers first. Wanna really get her going." You weren't talking about his girlfriend. You never were. And you had a feeling he knew it.
He nodded, swallowing. He was nervous, you could tell. You caressed his hair. "You're okay. It's easier than you think," you promised, kissing him softly.
He chased after your lips, slowly slipping his hand into your panties. You almost moaned at the feeling of his fingers on your pussy. "F-fuck," he whispered into your lips. "W-why are you so wet?"
You kissed him deeper, hands tangling in his hair. "You know why."
He stuttered at that, eyes opening to look at you. For a moment, all you two did was stare. And then his lips were on you. On your jaw and neck, sucking and biting in a way he never had before. A confidence you found very attractive.
His fingers found your clit, and at first he didn't do anything, just traced his fingers over it. Even that made you squirm slightly just because it was him doing it. But then, he found his confidence, even if only slightly. He started rubbing small, slow circles, remembering a conversation you two had a while ago.
You moaned softly, gripping his hair. "Just like that," you whispered, encouraging him.
You knew he didn't know how hot it was for him to say that, but you kissed him harder anyway. His fingers got more confident the longer he did it, and you found yourself nearing the edge as he got quicker and harder, pressing more into your clit and causing your legs to squirm slightly.
You bit his lip lightly, soothing the sting with your tongue. "You ready?" you asked, somehow finding your voice, even if a bit whiny.
He nodded, almost immediately, and it made you smile to see him confident. He pulled his wet hand from your panties, grabbing the hem of your shorts. He kissed you once more, before dragging himself down and pulling your shorts and panties down.
He stopped, just glancing at your glistening folds for a second. Something was in his eye, something you'd never seen before. Your hand found his hair, caressing and tugging slightly as you watched him. He gripped your inner thighs, spreading them apart.
His eyes met yours, looking for guidance. You nodded, assuring him he was doing it right. He leaned down, slowly flicking his tongue over your clit. You let out a small breath from the sensation, and he took it as his cue to do it again.
And again, and again. You let him get his feel for it, let him figure it out. That's what this was, after all. A teaching moment. The best way to learn was hands on experience. His tongue flattened against your clit, moving up and down, and you let out a small whine.
He did it again, starting to massage your thighs. "Suck," you whispered, gripping his hair.
Almost immediately, he complied. His lips wrapped around the sensitive nub, sucking it softly. You moaned softly, pressing your hips into his mouth. He did it again, this time flicking his tongue over it.
As he continued suckling, he hesitantly pushed one finger inside of you, trying to figure out just what made you feel good. He pumped it in and out for a second, slowly and without a lot of confidence, and then he remembered something he'd read in one of your filthy books before.
His finger curled, pressing against that spongy spot inside of you, and you moaned, louder this time. He did it again and again before he added another finger. It was a little hard for him to multitask, but he got the hang of it.
Soon enough he was eating you like he always knew how. A little messy, a little sloppy, but good nonetheless. Your hand was caressing his hair, words spurring him on. "You're doing so good, baby," you whined, and he groaned against your pussy.
You bit your lip, eyes half-lidded as you watched him. You felt that coil in your stomach starting to tighten, and you clenched around his fingers. "You gonna be good for me and let me come on your tongue?" you asked quietly, continuing to caress his hair.
He sucked hard on your clit, causing you to whimper. "Mmphm, mhm," he hummed, face so deep in your pussy you were sure he couldn't breathe.
His mouth moved down, licking over your slit, taking up your wetness. He took his fingers out, replacing it with his tongue. He wasn't completely clueless, just inexperienced and shy. His nose brushed your clit as he darted his tongue in and out of you, using the thick muscle to pleasure you.
You finally let your eyes close, head falling back against the pillow. "Fuck," you moaned softly.
He slowly started getting more aggressive with it. His tongue found its way to your clit again, and he flicked it over as quickly as possible, before sucking hard. His fingers, now three, plunged into your pussy, immediately hitting that spot.
You moaned, arching into him. You tangled your fingers deep in his hair, and he grabbed your lower back with his other hand, keeping you where you were. The new angle changed the feel of his fingers and tongue, forcing your clit to be more exposed, forcing the angle to be deeper.
Your legs were a little shaky now, and you were letting out more whines and whimpers. You felt it, how close you were. He dropped your hips, curling his fingers deep in you one more time before pulling them out. He spread your thighs as far as they could go, before devouring your clit.
You couldn't really breathe anymore, just trying your best. You let out a loud moan as he sucked and sucked and sucked. His head moved in sync with his mouth as he moved his tongue back and forth over your clit, and before you knew it, you were clenching around nothing, letting out a moan of his name as you pulsed, coming a lot harder than you expected to.
You gripped his hair, keeping him exactly where he was as you rode your orgasm. He felt so good. How were you supposed to let him go now?
As you finally came down, you relaxed against the bed, breathing heavy as you caressed his hair. He head finally came up, face a mess with your juices. But you couldn't care. Not right now. You just pulled him up, kissing him deeply. "You did so good for me."
He smiled softly. "Yeah? I was good?"
You nodded. "Mhm. A lot better than I expected. Rafe, I haven't came that hard in a while," you said softly, caressing his hair.
His smile brightened, and he kissed you again, deeper and with tongue. "Is it bad if I want to do it again?"
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