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↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ DIET MOUNTAIN DEW
Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader [ more rafe content ]
SYNOPSIS & WC─•❥ Sneaking out for a late-night drive, you and Rafe confront your fears about the island's divide.
WARNING(S) & A/N─•❥ swearing, based on Diet Mountain Dew (demo), explicit s3xual content, i hope this what what you were asking for anon (y’all know i’m not rlly a sm*t author so i’m experimenting and i think i like this the most out of any full sm*t piece i’ve ever written)
THE second you push open your bedroom window, the screen makes a quiet creak that makes your heart drop and you freeze, holding your breath, waiting to see if anyone in the house notices. But nothing happens, just the sound of cicadas in the trees and the distant crashing of the ocean sounding through the Cut.
You let out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding, tossing your legs over the sill and dropping silently onto the grass below.
Sneaking out was nothing new for you, but sneaking out to meet him was a different story. If your friends found out you were seeing Rafe Cameron, they would alienate you forever.
Rafe was a Kook. And not just any Kook. He was everything a Pogue was supposed to hate— rich, privileged, entitled, reckless. But standing in the dark, waiting for the sound of his engine, none of that mattered.
A few seconds later, you hear the familiar rumble of Rafe’s truck coasting down the gravel path near the edge of the woods, his headlights turned off so nobody sees the bright light flashing against your house, which you always think is kind of cute even if he acts like he’s too cool to care about sneaking around.
You run over to the passenger side as soon as he slows, pulling the door open and hopping in. The moment the door shuts, you’re enveloped in the scent of him mixed with the smell of leather seats and warm, greasy fast food. A half-drained can of Diet Mountain Dew was resting in the cupholder, a pair of red heart-shaped sunglasses sitting on the dash that you’d left a while ago, right next to a small baby Jesus you’d found and left up there.
"Hey," Rafe says softly.
You look over at him, and God, he looks so handsome it almost hurts. The short hairs on his head are a little messy, like he’s been running his hands through it all night, and he’s wearing a loose t-shirt that clings to his shoulders. He looks exhausted, and you can tell his dad probably gave him a hard time today like usual, but the moment his eyes land on you, his face softens.
"Hey yourself," you smile.
Rafe reaches over, his warm hand wrapping around your thigh, thumb gently rubbing back and forth. He really couldn't help himself when it came to touching you. The second you were near him, he needed to be holding you in some way, just to make sure you were actually there.
"I got us food," he says, nodding toward a paper bag sitting on the floorboard. "Hit up that drive-thru spot near Figure Eight before I came down. Figure you hadn't eaten much."
"You're a lifesaver," you whisper, reaching down to grab a fry. "I was literally starving."
Rafe chuckles, that low laugh of his that sends shivers straight down your spine. He puts the truck in drive and slowly rolls down the dark backroads, the windows down just enough to let the warm night air circulate through the car.
For the next twenty minutes, it’s pure bliss. You two drive down the highway, the sound of the engine blending with the radio playing softly in the background. You feed him fries while he drives with one hand on the wheel. He makes you laugh with stupid comments about people from town, and for a little while, you forget about the whole Pogue versus Kook bullshit. You forget about your friends, his crazy family, your overprotective one, and the fact that you’re living in two completely different worlds on the same tiny island.
Eventually, Rafe turns off onto a secluded dirt trail that leads up to a lookout point. It’s dark out here—no streetlights, no houses, just the moon reflecting off the black water below and a sky packed full of stars.
He puts the truck in park, shutting off the engine, and the space falls into a cozy, quiet silence.
You lean your head back against the seat, staring out the window, holding a half-eaten burger in your hand. Rafe shifts in his seat, turning his body toward you, long legs cramped slightly under the steering wheel. He’s looking at you—not at the sky, not at the view, just at you.
"What?" you ask softly, turning your head to meet his eyes.
"Nothin’," he whispers, leaning over to gently kiss your cheek, lips lingering against your skin. "Just thinkin'."
"Hm. ’Bout what?"
Rafe sighs, leaning back slightly, resting his arm over the steering wheel. "Just... wish we could just stay out here."
You smile a little, but as you look down at your hands, a knot forms in your stomach, the reality of your situation creeping back in.
You loved Rafe. You really, truly did. But every time you were together like this, a voice in the back of your mind kept reminding you of where you came from. You were a Pogue. You washed dishes, wore hand-me-downs, and worried about rent on the daily. He lived in a giant mansion in Figure Eight, drove a truck that cost more than your house, and had his whole life mapped out.
How could this ever actually work?
"Rafe?" you say softly.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Do you... do you really think this is gonna last?" you ask shyly. “Do you think we'll be in love forever?"
Rafe blinks, taken aback by the question. He sits up a little straighter, his brow furrowing. "What d’you mean?"
"I mean... look at us," you say, gesturing between the two of you and then out the window toward the island. "We’re sitting in your truck, hiding in the dark because if anyone saw us together, it would ruin everything. We…don't mix, Rafe.” You sigh. “My friends would kill me, and your family..." You pause, swallowing hard. "Your family would hate me."
Rafe’s jaw clenches. He hates when you talk like this, not because he’s mad at you, but because it pains him to know you feel insecure about where you stand with him. In Rafe’s mind, you were the only real thing in his life. Everyone else was fake—his dad was always pushing him, his friends were superficial, but you... you actually cared about him for him, not his money or his name.
"Fuck ‘em," Rafe says bluntly, voice firm as he reaches over and gently grabs your chin, turning your face so you’re looking directly into his eyes. "And fuck what anyone else thinks. I care about you."
"I know you do," you whisper, tears prickling at the back of your eyes because you want to believe him so badly, but the fear is just too strong. "I know you care now, Rafe—”
“Don’t say ‘now’ like somethin’ about that is ever gonna change—”
“But what if it does?” You cut him off. “What if you change your mind? What if you wake up one day in six months, or a year, and realize I’m just some poor girl? What if you realize I don't fit into your world, or find someone who does—"
"None of that’s ever gonna happen," Rafe says immediately. "Why would you even think that?"
"Because it's the truth." you say softly, voice breaking a little. "People like you don't end up with people like me. It's just how things work. And I'm scared, Rafe.” You admit, huffing. “I'm scared of falling even deeper for you than I already have, just for you to realize one day that I'm not worth the trouble."
Rafe stares at you, heart pounding in his chest. Seeing the doubt in your eyes breaks him. He can hear the genuine fear in your voice, and it kills him that you think he could ever just toss you aside. And it’s then that he realizes words aren't going to fix this. Telling you he loves you for the hundredth time isn't going to erase the insecurity that's been beaten into you.
"Move back," Rafe says quietly.
"What?" you blink, startled by the shift in his demeanor.
"In the back of the truck," Rafe says, his eyes locked onto yours. "C’mon."
Opening his door and climbing out into the warm night air, he pulls open the back door of the cab, pushing the back seats flat and unrolling a thick blanket he keeps back there, making a makeshift bed in the cramped space.
He turns to where you’re watching him from the passenger seat still, extending his hand. "C’mere,"
Your heart hammers as you climb out of the front passenger seat and let him pull you into the back of the truck.
The space is small, the low ceiling and dark windows making it feel like you're cut off from the rest of the world as Rafe climbs in after you, shutting the door behind him.
He settles over you, placing his hands firmly on your waist, but the way he handles you is so gentle at first, almost reverent, like he's holding something fragile.
"Rafe..." you whisper, breath hitching as his hands slip under the hem of your shirt, fingers scorching hot against your cold goosebump-covered skin.
"Shh," he murmurs, leaning down to press his lips softly against yours. The kiss is slow, sweet. "Stop overthinking, alright? Jus’... let me take care of you."
He pulls your shirt up and over your head, tossing it onto the floorboards of his truck, blue eyes tracing down your bare body, taking in every inch of exposed skin. His gaze darkens, pupils blown wide.
"Fuck, you're so pretty," Rafe mutters, voice raspy and low as he cups your cheeks, running his calloused thumbs gently over your cheekbones. "Look at you..."
His lips meet yours once more, deeper this time, tongue sliding into your mouth as his hands slide under your back. He plucks your bra open with ease, letting it slide off your arms before his palm wanders down your side, mapping out your ribs and the curve of your waist as you arch your back into his touch with a soft sigh, every point of contact sending a bolt of electricity straight under your skin.
Rafe shifts down, hands trembling slightly as he unbuttons your shorts, tugging them down your legs along with your underwear, leaving you exposed and aching beneath him. He takes his time stripping off his own shirt and pants until he’s hovering over you in just his boxers, chest pressing lightly against yours, slick with a fine sheen of sweat. The thick heat of him rests against your thigh as he positions himself between your legs.
"...’m never gonna change my mind about you," Rafe whispers into your neck, his lips kissing down the sensitive skin of your throat, teeth softly grazing your collarbone. "You hear me?"
"Mmh..." You nod, humming breathlessly against his shoulder.
He slides his boxers down, freeing himself, heavy cock springing free, slapping against his stomach with a clear bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip before pressing against your damp, aching core. Because the back of his truck is so tight and cramped, your legs wrap high around his waist, forcing your hips to tilt directly up into him, spreading your own slick on his angry tip.
Rafe reaches down between your bodies, fingers gently parting your folds, coating his thumb in your slickness, dragging it over your sensitive center, groaning loudly at how wet you already are for him.
"Look at me," Rafe commands softly.
You look up into his eyes, hands gripping his shoulders, taking short, shallow breaths as he aligns the thick head of his cock with your entrance and pushes forward, and, with how big he is and how slow he moves, you feel every ridge and vein. You catch your breath sharply, toes curling against the truck seat as he slowly fills you up.
"Fuck—Wait, Rafe," you gasp out, your fingers digging hard into the muscle of his back. "I can’t—"
Rafe stops, resting his forehead against yours, chest heaving as he holds himself buried halfway inside you. His hands grip your hips tightly, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough that you know they’re going to leave marks tomorrow.
"Don’t tell me you can't," Rafe rasps out, his breath hot against your mouth. "You can, baby. You take it so good every time... jus’ breathe for me, alright?"
He waits, trembling above you, until he feels your muscles yield and relax around him. Then, with a slow, heavy roll of his hips, he pushes the rest of his length into you, sinking all the way until his pelvis is flush against yours. A shuddering moan rips from your throat as he bottoms out, stretching you to your limit, nails clawing at his back.
"Fuck..." Rafe growls, his head falling back, jaw clenching as his eyelids flutter shut. "You always feel so fucking good... Jesus Christ..."
He starts to move again after a moment, hips rolling in a slow motion. Every thrust drags against that deep spot inside you, forcing you to try and hold back every sound that threatens to rip its way out of you. It isn't like the quick, rushed sex you usually had in fear of getting caught.
This is different.
"Ah—Rafe..." you whimper, tossing your head back against the flattened seats.
"Yeah, just like that, baby," Rafe praises, voice thick and rough. He leans down, capturing your mouth in a deep, wet kiss, tongue slanting against yours while his hips continue to drive into you. "Keep doin’ that. Keep making those pretty little sounds for me—fuck..."
The air-tight space makes everything feel ten times hotter, skin is slick with sweat, rubbing against his broad chest. The air in the truck is foggy, the windows misted over by now.
And you can see it in his eyes, the shift happening inside him. Rafe was trying so hard to be calm, to be gentle and in control, but the feel of you tight around him is breaking his composure piece by piece. His breath is getting ragged, his jaw tense, body shaking with the strain of holding back.
Rafe's hands slide down to grip the back of your thighs, pulling you closer to him, opening you up even wider so he can get deeper. The wet, obscene sounds of him fucking you echo in the small space—Slap. Squelch. . Every time he bottoms out, you cry out his name now, overwhelmed by it all.
"Tell me who you belong to," Rafe demands softly, thrusts picking up a faster pace. "Tell me, baby."
"You—Shit—I'm yours, Rafe—Fuck," you cry out, clutching his upper arms as a tight knot of pleasure starts building low in your stomach.
"Damn right," Rafe groans, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he thrusts deep. "Don't ever fuckin’ forget it."
His control is slipping fast now, thrusts getting less rhythmic and more desperate, chest heaving against yours.
Suddenly, Rafe groans, grabbing your waist with bruising force, pulling you straight up into his lap as he leans back with you straddling his lap, sitting on top of his hard cock that’s buried much deeper inside of you now.
"Rafe—" you gasp, hands flying to his shoulders.
"Ride me," he pants out, voice cracked as he looks up at you. "C'mon, baby... let me look at you."
You breathe as you sink down on him again, taking all of him in one long, sliding stretch that makes your head roll back. You start rolling your hips against his, grinding down onto his length, and Rafe unravels beneath you, head hitting the back seat, throat exposed, a broken groan tearing from his chest.
His composure is gone, chest flushed red, hands trembling violently where they grip your hips.
"Fuck—look at you—" Rafe slurs out, eyes wide and wild as he stares up at your bare chest, your wet pussy sliding up and down his shaft. "Fuck, you’ve got it, keep goin’—"
"Rafe... I need more," you whimper, grinding your clit against his base.
The wet, squelching sounds are filthy, slickness dripping down his shaft, coating him. Rafe bucks his hips up into you then, meeting your movements with breathless, needy thrusts.
"Yeah? You need more? You—Fuck—You like it deep, baby?" Rafe pants, fingers digging into your ass as he forces you down harder onto him. "Look at me—look at me while you ride me—"
You look down at him, gasping, nails digging into his shoulders. Seeing him like this strips you of all dignity and discretion.
"You feel so good," you cry out, panting through the sensation. "God—you feel so fucking big—"
"Fuck—” Rafe grits out, squeezing his eyes shut as if those words alone might’ve had him unraveling. “Don't—don't say that—" he groans, eyes rolling back for a second as he thrusts up hard, hitting that deep spongy spot inside you. "...I want you," Rafe rasps out, hands gripping your waist tighter as he looks up into your eyes, completely undone. "I want you and only fucking you.” He says, breathless. “Say it back. Say you want me."
"All I—mmph—want is you—" you sob out, grinding down onto him, pleasure blurring your vision.
"Tell me you love me," he demands, even as his voice cracks with desperation.
“Rafe—”
“Say it, c’mon,”
"I love you—God, I love you so much," you cry out.
He smirks, something possessive yet deeply sweet. "I love you too, baby," he groans, thrusting up into you again. "So fucking much."
Then, Rafe's need for dominance takes back over as he grips your body and spins you around, shoving you down onto your hands and knees, positioning himself behind you as he presses you up against the cold, fogged-up back window, the cool glass against your burning skin making you gasp.
Rafe lifts your hips, aligns himself from behind, and drives his cock all the way back inside you in one brutal thrust.
A loud, high pitched scream rips from your throat, echoing against the glass as your hands smear through the condensation on the window, forehead pressed against the glass.
"Fuckkk," Rafe drags out from behind you, the word staggering with each push of his hips against yours.
He hooks one forearm around your neck, pulling your upper body back against his chest while his other hand grips your hip like a vise, pounding into you from behind.
The sounds are loud and completely obscene—eache thrust sounding like a puddle being messed with. You can his pelvis slamming against your ass with every brutal push, teeth grazing your shoulder before he bites down softly on your skin, making you whimper and writhe against him.
"And you said you couldn’t take it,” he teases in your ear, and you wished you could see the smirk on his face as well as you could hear. “Look at you. Look at my girl takin’ all of it so good…Every. Last. Inch," Rafe growls into your ear, emphasizing each word with a deep thrust, his voice low and trembling. "Listen to that... so fuckin' messy... drippin' all over my cock—"
"Rafe, please! Fuck—Slow down, tt's too much—oh god—" you sob, thighs shaking violently, your pussy clenching around him so tight.
"Nah—c'mon, you can take it," he rasps, arm flexing around you, pulling you back and pushing you down hard onto his cock with every snap of his hips. "Tell me I was right—tell me you need this—"
"You're right! Fuck, you’re so right—fuck, Rafe!"
His pace gets wild, frantic, and unhinged, rutting into you from behind like a man possessed, his breathing ragged in your ear, body drenched in sweat that rubs off onto your back when, suddenly, he pulls out with a wet pop, spinning you back around to face him. You barely have time to catch your breath before he pushes you back to lay down, hovering over you with his eyes blown, chest heaving like he's running out of air.
He aligns his tip with your soaking, swollen entrance and drives all the way inside you again. And it doesn’t take long.
"Rafe, I'm... I'm gonna—" you whimper, hands flying to the back of his neck, pulling his head down to yours. "I'm so close—"
"Come for me then," Rafe pants out. "Come all over me. Do it, baby."
He usually pulled out. Every time you guys did this, Rafe was thoughtful enough about pulling out before he finished. So, as he feels his own climax rushing, his body starts to prepare to pull back, hips stalling.
"No," you suddenly gasp out, hands pulling him closer as you cross your ankles behind his back, anchoring him down against you. "Inside... come inside me, Rafe. Please."
Rafe freezes for a split second, eyes snapping open.
"Fuck," he growls, voice raw and broken. "You can't—"
The thought of coming inside you, of completely filling you up, destroys whatever tiny sliver of self-control he had left as he loses his mind, gripping your hips so hard it has you holding back a scream, driving himself into you with relentless, brutal thrusts that rock the truck on its suspension.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" Rafe groans loudly, head thrown back, jaw slack as he pounds into you, overwhelming every single one of your senses as he seems to loose himself on your command.
The friction pushes you over the edge, muscles clamping down tight around him, milking him as a high pitched cry rips from your throat. You can’t even stop yourself as you hear the gush of liquid, feeling the warm liquid trailing down the back of your thighs as you drench both of you in your own arousal, a hot gush of liquid coating his cock and thighs as your body violently quivers and convulses.
"Shhhhhitttttt," it sends Rafe over the brink as he lets out a loud groan, burying himself as deep as he possibly can inside you, pushing you up against the inside of the door, holding himself pinned against your pelvis as his body spasms, dick twitching as he finishes deep inside you, pulse after pulse of his hot cum filling you.
Rafe pants out, a broken sound as his chest collapses against yours, face buried in the crook of your neck while his cock continues to throb while buried deep inside you.
You're still sobbing out soft moans, lower body twitching, your thighs trembling weakly against his sides. You can feel his cum leaking out around the base of his cock, making everything even messier.
But Rafe isn't done making sure you feel every bit of it.
While he’s still buried deep inside you, breathing heavily, he lifts his upper body slightly. His hand reaches down between your bodies, thumb finding your sensitive bundle of nerves as he presses down firmly, swirling his thumb over it while leaning down to wrap his wet lips around your exposed nipples.
"Ah—Wait, wait, no—" you scream out, back arching as a second, even more intense wave of pleasure shoots straight through your body.
"Ride it out, baby," Rafe murmurs against your skin, his voice intoxicatingly sweet and lustfully slurred as he continues to press his thumb and gently suck on your breasts, keeping you locked right on the razor edge of overstimulation. "Ride it out for me... jus' like that..."
You cry out, tears of overwhelming pleasure spilling from your eyes as you come again, body shaking uncontrollably, clamping down around his now half-hard cock so hard it makes him whimper against your skin. You’re trembling from head to toe, completely undone, surrendered to him.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Rafe slowly stops, pressing a tender, lingering kiss in between your breasts before lifting himself up to lay down beside you.
The silence that fills the truck cab is soft and comfortable, the windows still fogged up, hiding the two of you from the outside world.
Rafe pulls you against his side, wrapping his arms around you and pulling the blanket up over your bare, sweat-glistening bodies. You rest your head against his chest, listening to the fast thud of his heart slowing down beneath your ear.
He reaches down, his fingers stroking your face.
You lay there, breathing, soaking in the warmth of him.
Rafe turns his head, kissing the top of yours, then your forehead, and finally angling your head up, pressing his lips gently against yours.
Rafe smiles a little when he pulls back, a genuinely sweet, soft smile that he only ever shows you. He reaches up, wiping away a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb.
"You really thought I could ever give you up?" Rafe says quietly. "You're crazy, you know that? There isn't a single girl in Figure Eight, or anywhere else, that could ever make me feel the way you do."
He shifts, kissing your lips again, a deep kiss that seals his words.
"You're stuck with me,"
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