#sarah cameron x reader

[kissingneck]

that moment when remember how good the fanfic u lost by accidentally refreshing the page could have been........

[rana030]

when there is one chapter left of the series but the author suddenly disappear

[ruerecs]

fanfic writers NEVER contemplate or apologise for your fic being over 3-5k words long, we readers LOVE longer fics!! anyways have a good day/night 🙂‍↕️

[natti-ice]

speaking my truth guys

[dollforafe]

like i KNOW dada

[irysque]

me when i can’t find any dom!r fics for most submissive character in existence

[tuckedawaywithbay]

The anatomy of a bad decision

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Sarahbsf!Reader

Warnings: smut , 18+, mentions of betrayal, slight arguments, getting caught , lying , ghosting, mentions of drinking , angst with a happy ending, mentions of hooking up, unprotected sex ( lmk if I missed anything!) please read the previous parts to understand:

P1 , P2

You and Rafe had been careful

Mostly

The late night texts that turned into him showing up at your window

The way he’d press you against the wall of the empty boat house and fuck you like he was trying to crawl inside your skin

The mornings you’d wake up with his hand still between your thighs and the taste of him still on your tongue

You told yourself it was just sex

That the way your chest tightened every time he looked at you meant nothing

That the soft, almost gentle way he’d kiss the back of your neck after he came didn’t mean he felt anything either

Sarah still had no idea

Until the night everything cracked open

You were supposed to be at Sarah’s for a girls’ night

Rafe was supposed to be out with the kooks or whatever chaos he was currently involved in

Instead, you’d ended up in his room again

He had you bent over the edge of his bed, one hand fisted in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise

Your skirt was shoved up around your waist, panties somewhere on the floor

Every thrust punched a soft, broken sound out of you that you were trying and failing to keep quiet

“Fuck—look at you,” he groaned against the back of your neck “Taking it so well for me. Been thinking about this all day”

You clenched around him, biting your lip hard enough to taste blood

The crush you’d been nursing for months burned hotter every time he spoke like that like you were his

Like this was more than just a secret

You didn’t hear the front door open , Didn’t hear the footsteps on the stairs

Not until Sarah’s voice cut through the room like a blade

“Rafe—have you seen my—”

Everything stopped

Rafe froze mid thrust, still buried deep inside you

Your head snapped up

Sarah stood in the doorway, eyes wide, mouth open

Her gaze flicked from her brother’s face, to your half naked body, to the way his hand was still tangled in your hair

For three full seconds, no one moved

Then Sarah’s face twisted

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Rafe pulled out of you so fast it made you flinch

He yanked his jeans up, jaw tight, while you scrambled to tug your skirt down and grab the nearest shirt (his) to cover yourself

“Sarah—” you started, voice shaky

“Don’t.” She held up a hand, eyes glassy with something between betrayal and fury “Just… don’t” Her stare locked on Rafe “You’ve been sleeping with my best friend?”

Rafe’s expression was pure Cameron defensive, arrogant, already bracing for a fight “it’s not what-“

“Don’t you dare say it’s not what it looks like.” Sarah’s voice cracked “How long?”

Silence

You swallowed hard Your heart was slamming against your ribs so hard it hurt The secret you’d both been keeping felt suddenly enormous and ugly in the space between the three of you

“A few months,” you whispered

Sarah’s laugh was sharp and humorless. “A few months While I was telling you everything. While I was—” She shook her head, looking between the two of you like she didn’t recognize either of you “Does he know you’re in love with him?”

Your stomach dropped

Rafe’s head snapped toward you

You hadn’t told him

You’d never said the words out loud

But Sarah had always been able to read you better than anyone

Rafe’s voice was lower now, almost careful

“You’re in love with me?”

You couldn’t answer Couldn’t look at either of them

Sarah’s eyes filled “I can’t do this right now” She turned on her heel and left, the door slamming hard enough to rattle the frame

The silence she left behind was heavier than the yelling had been

Rafe stood there for a long moment, breathing hard, staring at the closed door Then he looked at you, really looked and something in his expression shifted Softened in a way you almost never saw

He stepped closer Reached out like he might touch your face, then stopped

“You love me?” he asked again, quieter

You wrapped your arms around yourself, still wearing his shirt, still aching from him, still reeling “I… yeah. I do”

Rafe exhaled slowly For once, he didn’t have a cocky comeback ready

He just said, low and rough, “Shit”

You left that night without looking back

Rafe called your name once from the top of the stairs You didn’t stop You didn’t answer

You just kept walking until the humid Kildare air hit your face and the sound of the door shutting behind you felt final

For the next two weeks you did the only thing that made sense to your panicked brain

1.You disappeared

2.You ignored Sarah’s texts

3.Ignored Rafe and Left every call on unread

4.Stopped answering the door when someone knocked at the hours only he ever showed up

5.Told your parents you were “busy with school stuff” so they wouldn’t ask why you barely left your room

Every time your phone lit up with Sarah’s name your stomach twisted so hard you felt sick

You kept replaying the look on her face betrayal, disgust, heartbreak and decided the only way to stop hurting her more was to stay gone

She hated you now That much felt obvious

You’d slept with her brother for months and lied to her face the entire time Best friends didn’t come back from that

And Rafe

You told yourself he was probably relieved

That whatever soft look he’d given you when you admitted you loved him had already been replaced by the usual Rafe Cameron arrogance

He’d move on

Find someone else to fuck who didn’t come with the complication of his sister’s best friend

You were convenient That was all

The crush, the way your chest ached when he touched you gently after, the stupid hope that it meant something those were your problem, not his

So you stayed away

You stopped going to the places you used to. Stopped hanging around the beach where the Pogues or Kooks might run into you

Stopped existing in the same orbit as the Camerons

It almost worked

Until the night Sarah showed up at your house at 11:47 p.m. and refused to leave until you opened the door

You cracked it open just enough to see her standing there in an oversized hoodie, arms crossed with a serious mom expression on her face

“I’m not here to yell,” she said quietly “Can I come in?”

You almost said no , Almost shut the door and went back to pretending the last few months never happened

Instead you stepped aside

She walked in, looked around your dark living room like she was seeing it for the first time, then turned to face you

“You’ve been ghosting me”

“I thought…” Your voice came out rough from disuse “I thought you hated me”

Sarah let out a short, exhausted breath “I was pissed. Really fucking pissed Finding my best friend bent over my brother’s bed isn’t exactly on my top-ten list of ways to spend an evening But I don’t hate you” She paused, jaw tight “I needed time. That doesn’t mean I wanted you to vanish”

You wrapped your arms around yourself, staring at the floor “I slept with him behind your back for months, Sarah. I lied. Every time you talked about him I just… sat there”

“Yeah You did” She didn’t sugarcoat it “And it sucked But you’re still my best friend. I’d rather be angry at you to your face than watch you erase yourself because you decided I hated you”

Silence stretched between you for a long moment

Then she added, softer, “He’s been a mess, by the way”

Your head snapped up

Sarah’s expression was complicated

annoyed, worried, resigned ”Rafe He’s been looking for you Showing up at places he thinks you might be. Getting into fights Drinking more than usual even for him. He asked me yesterday if I’d heard from you and when I said no he looked… I don’t know? Like someone kicked him in the chest”

You didn’t know what to do with that information It sat heavy and confusing in your stomach

“I thought he—”

“You thought a lot of things that weren’t true,” Sarah cut in, not unkindly “Including that I hated you And apparently including that Rafe only ever wanted you for one thing”She shook her head “I’m still not thrilled about the two of you At all. But pretending none of it happened isn’t working for anyone”

She stepped closer and, after a second of hesitation, pulled you into a brief, tight hug

“Stop disappearing,” she muttered against your shoulder “I already lost one version of my best friend the night I walked in on you two Don’t make me lose the rest of her too.”

When she pulled back her eyes were shiny but dry

“I’m going home Text me tomorrow. Actually text me. And…” She hesitated at the door “If you decide you want to talk to him, he’s been at the balcony most nights Alone. Looking like shit”

Then she was gone

You stood in the quiet living room for a long time after the door closed, phone heavy in your hand

Sarah didn’t hate you

And Rafe…

You unlocked your phone Scrolled past the unread messages from both of them Your thumb hovered over his name

For the first time in two weeks, you didn’t immediately put it away

You didn’t text him back

You just drove

The Cameron estate looked the same as it always did at night too big, too quiet, lights on in only a few windows.

You sat in your car for almost ten minutes with the engine off, hands tight on the wheel, telling yourself this was a terrible idea

That he probably didn’t want to see you That whatever soft look he’d given you the night Sarah walked in had already burned out

Then you got out anyway

You didn’t knock The side door near the kitchen was unlocked the way it always was when he was home alone

You stepped inside, heart hammering so hard you could feel it in your throat, and followed the low sound of music and the faint glow of the television upstairs

His bedroom door was half open

Rafe was on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, a half empty bottle of alcohol on the floor between his feet

He looked like he hadn’t slept properly in days dark circles, jaw tight, hair a mess like he’d been dragging his hands through it

When he lifted his head and saw you standing in the doorway, he went completely still

For a second neither of you spoke

Then he let out a short, rough breath that sounded almost like a laugh “You’re actually here”

You stayed by the door, arms crossed tight over your chest like armor “Sarah said you’ve been looking for me”

“Looking for you” He stood up slowly, bottle forgotten“I went to your house three times Drove past the beach, the marina, that stupid coffee place you like You ghosted me Completely”His voice was low, edged with something raw which was new for someone like rafe

“I thought you were done That you decided this—whatever the fuck it was—wasn’t worth the mess”

“I thought you were done,” you shot back, the words tumbling out sharper than you meant “I thought Sarah hated me and you were relieved the secret was out so you could move on I was just the best friend’s easy fuck, right? Convenient No strings”

Rafe’s expression twisted He closed the distance between you stopping close enough that you had to tip your head back to meet his eyes

“Convenient?” he repeated, voice quiet and let out a sound between a laugh and a sigh “You think I spent months sneaking around, risking Sarah finding out, because it was convenient? You think I kept showing up at your window at two in the morning just to get my dick wet?”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out

He kept going, eyes locked on yours “I’ve been going out of my mind Every time my phone lit up I hoped it was you Every time it wasn’t, I got pissed at myself for caring this much And then you just disappeared. Like none of it meant anything”

Your throat felt tight “It meant something to me That’s the problem. I was already in too deep and then Sarah walked in and I panicked I thought the only way to stop hurting everyone was to stay away”

Rafe’s hand came up, hesitated, then slid his hand on the side of your waist His palm was warm Rough Familiar in a way that made your chest ache

“You hurt me by staying away,” he said, quieter now “Not by loving me Not by getting caught By vanishing”

You leaned into his touch before you could stop yourself

” I didn’t know if you… if this was just sex for you”

He let out a low, almost frustrated sound “It’s never been just sex Not with you I just didn’t know how to say it without sounding like an idiot I’m not good at this shit” His thumb brushed your cheek ” But I’m in this. I have been Even when I was too much of a coward to admit it out loud”

The last of the distance you’d built crumbled , You surged up and kissed him

Rafe made a rough noise against your mouth and backed you into the wall, hands sliding under your shirt like he’d been starving for the feel of your skin

The kiss was messy, desperate , weeks of silence and fear pouring out between you You tugged at his shirt until he yanked it off He did the same to yours, then your bra, mouth already trailing hot and open down your neck

“Missed this,” he muttered against your collarbone “Missed you”

You arched when his mouth closed over your breast, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp

His hands worked your jeans open, shoved them down along with your underwear

You kicked them off while he did the same with his own, never fully breaking contact

When he lifted you, you wrapped your legs around his waist without hesitation

He carried you to the bed and laid you down, following immediately, bracing over you on his forearms

For a moment he just looked at you , really looked like he was making sure you were still here

Then he pushed inside in one slow, deep thrust

You both groaned The stretch, the heat, the way he filled you so completely after two weeks of nothing it knocked the air out of your lungs , Rafe dropped his forehead to yours, breathing hard

“Fuck… still so tight for me”

He started moving long, deliberate strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you No rush this time No frantic race to the finish Just the heavy roll of his hips, the wet sound of him sliding in and out, the low curses he couldn’t keep behind his teeth

You clung to him, nails digging into his back, legs locked around his waist

Every thrust punched soft, broken sounds out of you that he swallowed with another kiss

“Look at me,” he ordered roughly when your eyes started to flutter shut

You did His gaze was dark, intense, softer than you’d ever seen it

“You’re not disappearing on me again,” he said between thrusts “You hear me? We figure this out Sarah, the mess, all of it. But you don’t vanish”

“I won’t,” you whispered, voice shaking “I promise”

Something in his expression cracked open

He kissed you harder, hips snapping faster, deeper , One of his hands slid between your bodies, thumb circling your clit in tight, perfect pressure

The dual sensation wound you tighter and tighter until you shattered with a cry against his mouth, clenching hard around him

Rafe followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural groan, pulsing deep inside you as he came

He didn’t pull out right away Just stayed there, forehead against yours, both of you breathing like you’d run miles His hand stroked slowly up and down your side, almost gentle

After a long minute he shifted just enough to look at you properly

“We’re doing this,” he said, voice still rough. “For real. No more hiding I’ll talk to Sarah. We’ll figure it out”

You brushed hair off his forehead, heart still racing “Okay”

A small, crooked almost smile tugged at his mouth , the first real one you’d seen in weeks

“Good”He leaned down and kissed you again, slower this time, Softer

“Because I’m not letting you go a second time.”

Outside, the island kept turning the way it always did messy, loud, full of secrets and storms

But in that room, for the first time in a long time, it felt like something solid had finally settled into place

A/n: hiii ! I really hope you enjoy i decided to keep this an open ending because i had no idea how to write the ending! But this may be bad because it was rushed 😅but hope it’s nice ! / proofread ✅

Taglist : @rafesdaydream & @loveislikeathunder

[sirenmorgue]

pairing: pogue!reader x bsf!sarah

summary: sarah's new boyfriend has trouble getting her off, so her best friend comes to the rescue.

tags: smut. drinking. bottom sarah & top reader. wc: 2k

author's note: reposted <3

you and sarah had known each other for years, and even though you couldn't seem more different, you were inseparable. everyone thought that sarah was a 'perfect prissy princess', you knew she was just like you. the kook had always been rough around the edges, even if she hid it under expensive clothes and boys she'd date until she got bored of them. meanwhile, you wore your coarse manners right on your sleeve. everyone on figure 8 and the cut alike was confused as to how sarah could be friends with someone like you.

"it's some expensive crap i stole from rose." sarah sighed, throwing down a bottle of red wine on the bed before laying down next to you, the springs off the mattress creaking under her weight as you threw an old playboy magazine you'd stolen from your father onto the floor, grabbing the wine and reading the label.

"chateau lafit- whatthefuck...?" you read with furrowed brows. sarah took a peek at the bottle and let out a small chuckle.

"château lafite-rothschild. year 2017."

"if i can't pronounce it then it's definitely fancy, expensive shit." you chuckled softly, "but you do know that i don't own one of those fancy-ass wine bottle openers? i usually just drink those seven-dollar screw cap ones. ten-dollar if i'm feeling fancy."

"of course. that's why i brought this." the blonde held up a wine bottle opener with a smirk, proceeding to open the contraption like she'd done it a hundred times before.

the two of you proceeded to pass around the bottle of wine, drinking straight out of the bottle as the two of you were talking, and you tried your best to tune out the annoyance you felt when sarah was ranting about some guy she had been seeing, staring up at the band posters hung up on your wall. you told yourself that it wasn't jealousy, that you were just irritated she was focusing on some guy instead of talking about something actually interesting. you'd always been good at lying to yourself.

but then, she said something that piqued your interest.

"i mean, he can't even get me to come!" sarah exclaimed, taking a swig out of the bottle of wine in irritation.

"really?" you raised your brows with a small chuckle.

"half the time he doesn't even know where my clit is."

you let out a snort, grabbing the bottle of wine from her and taking a swig; you were never too into red wine, but whatever swanky shit she had taken from rose was actually good, sarah's cherry-flavored lipgloss staining the lip of the bottle, making you imagine how it'd be like to taste it from her full lips, your eyes drifting from her brown ones down to the lips you'd dreamt of multiple times, wondering how they'd feel, how much you wanted to have your lips pressed against hers, to tease her mouth open with your tongue.

"it's not funny!" sarah's lips formed those words, yet she started laughing, revealing her teeth that you'd wanted her to sink into your skin while your fingers-

you shook the thoughts out of your head and snorted once again, "you should break up with him. or get used to never getting off by another person again."

"i'd feel bad breaking up because of sexual compatibility."

"sarah, you broke up with a guy because he wore 'weird socks'. which, by the way, i do." you pointed to your feet, adorned in blue socks that were decorated with spongebobs.

"when you do it, it's cute. when a guy does it, it's... eugh."

"maybe you just think i'm cute." you grinned, taking another swig out of the bottle before passing it to the blonde who simply rolled her eyes and took a large swig before passing it back. drinking with sarah was always the worst; it always made you focus on her lips, on the way her neck bobbed when she swallowed, how the more she drank, a small drop of the alcohol would stay on her lips, the girl swiping it away with her finger and making it disappear by sucking the tip of her finger into her mouth.

"could be." sarah grinned, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "i've always thought that if i was gonna be with a girl it'd be you."

you nearly choked on the expensive wine as you heard the blonde say that, coughing and sputtering as you looked at the amused smile that took over her lips at your reaction, the girl biting down on her lower lip.

"you know, i'd totally be down," you put the bottle on your nightstand, narrowing your eyes and cocking your head to the side, "but you couldn't handle me." you said in a challenging tone, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"oh, yeah?" sarah said, leaning closer to you, pressing her cleavage together with her arms, and you weren't completely sure if she was doing it intentionally or not. "why do you figure?"

you brought your finger to her chin, pulling her even closer until her lips were only a breath away from yours, slowly letting your hand travel down her neck, feeling her pounding heart under your fingertips. "because the moment i touch you..." you whisper, pressing a featherlight peck on her lips, "you're gonna unravel."

sarah's pupils were blown wide, flickering between your eyes and your lips, the girl letting out a warm breath, her hand going to rest on your jaw "i bet i won't."

you pressed your lips on hers, hungrily, like you'd die of starvation if you didn't devour her right in that spot. one of your hands went to her waist, tugging her closer to you, while the other one tangled into her blonde hair.

it felt as if time stopped as your tongues danced, the girl tasting of the red wine you'd shared and the remnants of her cherry lip gloss, your layers of clothing slowly disappearing while the two of you were tangled into one another until you were both in your underwear, your lips trailing down her neck to her collarbone as your hand was kneading her breast through her lacy bra, sarah letting out soft whimpers, once that you'd spent so long wondering what they sounded like.

your lips pressed kisses on her chest, sarah's head thrown back as you mumbled against the flesh of her breast, "can i take this off?" your fingers trailing over the lace of her bra, goosebumps appearing on her soft skin.

"mmhm. yeah." the girl hummed, and you could feel her heart racing against your hand as you unclasped her bra, sliding it down her arms painfully slowly before discarding it on the floor, looking at her bared breasts with your bottom lip between your teeth to stop yourself from letting out a moan. slowly, you brought your lips down to her nipple, rolling your tongue around it and listening to the pretty noises sarah was letting out, pressing a gentle kiss on the hardened bud before sucking it into your mouth, twirling your tongue around it while your other hand's fingers pinched her other nipple, sarah letting out moans that had you soaking. "oh, f-fuck…"

you hummed against her nipple, sending vibrations down her body, before you let it out of your mouth with a wet pop, smirking at how unraveled sarah already looked under you, her eyes hazy as she looked at you. settling yourself between her legs, you looked down at the wet patch on her red, lacy panties, making you hungry. you pressed your thumb at her puffy clit, rolling it through her panties. "you want me to take these off?"

"mmhm…" sarah mumbled, biting down on her lower lip.

"yeah?" you let out a teasing chuckle, adding pressure onto your thumb as you rolled it over her clothed clit, "how badly?"

"ugh, please…" she groaned, "please, just take 'em off."

you let out another chuckle, "so desperate for me." but you still hooked your fingers around the waistband of her panties, sarah lifting up her hips to help you take them off, and you slowly slid them down her legs. instead of throwing the pair on the floor with the rest of your clothes, you placed it in your nightstand drawer, "i'm keeping those."

you spread her legs even further, settling yourself back between them as you looked down at her pussy, glistening with her arousal. you gave her puffy clit a flick, causing the girl's back to arch on the bed, "please..." she mumbled, making you let out a small chuckle.

"i wanna taste you..." you spoke softly as you moved to lay on your stomach, sarah lifting up her head to look at you as you hook your arms under her thighs.

you licked a stripe up her wet slit, letting a moan against her cunt; you'd spent so many nights imagining how it might feel, how she might taste, involuntarily rutting your hips against the bed for some friction, your grasp on her thighs tightening as you sucked on her puffy clit. in reality; none of your fantasies matched up to the real thing. you were completely lost in her, only caring about the pretty noises leaving sarah's lips, the breathy moans, your name turning high-pitched when you touched her just right.

you brought your ringed fingers to her entrance, the girl so slick with arousal that your middle- and ring fingers slid into her like a dream, sarah clenching around your digits, "so fucking wet f'me, hm?" you chuckled against her clit as you stilled your fingers inside of sarah, her back arching off the bed, "you're the best thing i've ever tasted, i swear..."

"please..." she whined, and you slowly started pumping your long fingers in and out of her, your other hand holding onto her thigh so tightly you were sure it'd leave a mark shaped like your hand as you continued flicking her clit with your tongue, moving your fingers in and out of her, arching inside of her until you felt your fingers bump against the spongy spot inside of her, sarah's legs starting to twitch, the girl involuntarily trying to close them as soon as you did.

you let out a chuckle, now continuing to move with more purpose and confidence, arching your fingers as her walls slowly clenched around you, looking up to see the girl's face twisted in bliss before bringing your lips back to her clit, grinding your hips against your mattress, letting out a moan that vibrated throughout your best friend's body.

feeling her hand twisting in your hair, softly tugging told you enough, causing you to slightly pick up your pace as sarah stuttered "i-i'm c-c-"

"shhh..." you mumbled against her clit, "just let it happen... so good f'me..."

you continued moving your fingers inside of sarah until the girl let out a loud moan of your name, arching her back off the bed, her walls clenching around your fingers so tightly it felt like she had imprisoned them inside of her. you slowed down your movements but didn't halt them, wanting the girl to be able to come down from her high before you did, and once the pulsing around your fingers slowed down, you pulled your soaked fingers out of sarah, wrinkled from how aroused she'd been, letting go of her clit with a small pop, pressing a soft peck on it.

you kissed your way up her stomach, leaving small, wet prints on her tanned skin until you were face-to-face with her, sarah looking at you dazedly as you smiled and let out a small chuckle, a gesture that she returned almost immediately, the sides of your noses bumping together when you slowly brought your lips to hers, and unlike your first kiss, this one was soft, tender, and slow.

"so." you spoke against her lips, looking into her dark eyes, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "did i unravel you? or do i need to do that again?"

"you did..." sarah mumbled breathlessly looking at you behind her half-lidded eyes, "but i wouldn't say no to you unraveling me again.

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