rafe cameron x fem!reader
sensual, no actual smut (yet?), sarahsbsf!reader
*ping*
r.c.: coming.
the floor slightly creaks as he creeps down to the guest bedroom of tannyhill. your breath begins to quicken and your pulse runs rapid at the thought of what was about to happen. the anticipation from months of sly teasing, quick glances, and secret touches has finally caught up to you.
you were about to have sex with rafe cameron, your best friends brother.
3 months earlier
“no sarah, i don’t want you hanging out with those dirty pouges. they’re no good for you all they bring is trouble.” rafe was furious. after trying to push the thought out of his mind that his sister would ever associate herself with john b or any of those god forsaken pouges, it was made very obvious that sarah had made some new friends.
sarah rolled her eyes in annoyance. sarah was a free spirit, adventurous. and she was going to do what she wanted no matter what rafe, ward, or anybody else thought of it.
“tell her y/n. she has enough friends on this island. she has you,” he pointed at you and then threw his arms up. “she has friends, a great boyfriend, and a perfect life. why would you want to throw that away for john b?”
if it wasn’t for the comfortable position you were laying in on the lounge chair by the pool, you might have gotten up to mediate the situation between the siblings, but it seemed like it was out of your hands now. “i’m not getting in between another cameron family argument.” you shook your head and turned the other way.
after some more arguing and a lot of yelling from rafe, sarah had stormed off before you could even gather yourself to join her. as you began to stand up you felt your phone buzz against you.
s.c.: dont follow. going to the cut.
figuring it was best to let your best friend go to the person who made her the happiest, john b, you sat back down, calling rafe over.
“what.” he said sharply, as if you were the person he was directing his anger towards now.
you sighed, but continued. “sit.” you almost demanded, but in a softer tone than he had responded to you with. he gave you a face, but then he sat in the lounge chair next to yours. you sat facing each other; he was still fuming. eyebrows furrowed together, sweat glistening on his skin from the north carolina heat, jaw clench as if he was trying to fuse his teeth together.
he looked beautiful. devourable.
“are you going to keep staring at me like there’s something wrong with you or speak?” he said dryly but almost in a joking manner. it shook you out of your thoughts. “you’re so tense cameron. if you try to keep sarah trapped in the figure eight bubble she’s going to try to break free even more.”
“but she’s throwing her life away, y/n. not to mention she’s embarrassing the whole family by being apart of their trouble.” rafe sighed in defeat and looked towards the ground. but on his way down his eyes didn’t miss the way your bikini hugged your sunkissed hips. he had never noticed before just how hot sarah’s little best friend was. but his mind was too focused on sarah’s defiance to catch anymore details.
your eyes stayed up, but while he wasn’t paying attention to where they were wandering you couldn’t help but look at his muscular figure. his arms perfectly sculpted, with veins running down them as he clenched his fist. all the way up to his shoulders which looked hard as a rock. the sight made an idea pop into your head.
“how about i help you relax and then go talk some sense into sarah, but only if you promise not to try to control her anymore.” he looked at you again, this time almost insulted, but mainly curious.
now the gears in his mind were beginning to turn. “help me relax?” his inquiry prompted you to stand up and show him instead of just telling. as you got up from your lounge chair and walked around to the back of his, his eyes trailed with you watching the way your lower half moved so enticingly with each step you too. your bikini bottoms now stuffed between your ass cheeks making them very apparent, and rafe wasn’t complaining.
you knelt behind him on the lounge chair and moved your hands to begin massaging his shoulders. “like this.” you said in an almost sultry voice. as you kept massaging you admired his back, defined ridges that were undeniably attractive. after a moment rafe eased into your hands. he let out a slight grunt as you kneaded his body. “you’re pretty good at this, l/n.”
you chuckled, trying to pretend like that groan hadn’t given you a wave of heat pulsing in your bikini bottoms, “good enough for you to stop arguing with sarah?”
“yeah.”
“yeah? well then my job here is done!” you moved from behind him and began to gather your things for the second time. this time you reached your whole body over the lounge chair that you had been laying on to grab your bag; your ass right in his face. right where you wanted it.
he noticed.
he noticed the way your jean shorts gripped your thighs and hips as you pulled them up over your legs. the way your breasts, now the only thing fully exposed, sat so nicely in your bikini top. as you turned to walk away his brain illustrated what would happen if he pulled the string to it. unraveling the parts of yourself no one else got to see.
“get my sister in line, l/n.” he yelled out to you as you walked away.
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a/n: i usually put my yap at the beginning, but i just started writing and everything was flowing😂. i haven’t written in a long time or watched outer banks in a longgg time so i might be a little rusty and the characters might be a little ooc, but i really enjoyed writing this little beginning to a story. decided to write a little of what i asked for recs of lol. part 2?
