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rafesdinner · 6 days ago

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STRESSED ──── rafe cameron

bsf!rafe x fem pogue!reader

content warnings !

mdni, 18+. smut. oral(f receiving). fingering. edging. dirty talk. use of baby. p in v. unprotected sex(do nawt do this chat). slight fluff at the end. kind of soft!rafe.

synopsis !

when you can’t stop stressing over losing your job, your best friend steps in, making you not only question your relationship with him, but the time it took to get to this point.

wc: 3.4k, beta-read

When you showed up at his house, hair a mess and no makeup on besides some smudged mascara, Rafe knew something was wrong. You prided yourself in your appearance. That was one of things he liked about you, how good you always looked.

Well, to him you��always looked good, but when you dressed up and did your hair and makeup, you looked amazing. You slipped your shoes off at the door, letting out a huge sigh as you made your way to the kitchen, where Rafe was already prepping your favorite drink.

"What's wrong?" he asked, mixing some expensive fruity alcohol with some sprite. You shake your head, not in the mood to talk about it.

Oh, Rafe thought, this must be bad.

But he wasn't going to let it go. No way in hell. Someone or something had you upset, too upset to even speak about it, and Rafe was not okay with that. He stirred up the drink, sliding it to you on the island counter as he moved toward you. He propped his elbow up on the island, looking down at you.

"Bullshit. What's wrong?" he pressed.

You huffed, taking the lip of the glass in your mouth, downing about half the drink in a couple huge gulps. Rafe raised an eyebrow. "Lost my job," you muttered, tears immediately welling in your eyes.

As a Pogue, having a job was necessary. It was the only way to get by. And now you didn't have one. Rafe's brows furrowed. "The fuck? Why?"

"Said they found someone better. I dunno, some new Kook girl who wanted extra money, I guess."

You were tense, shoulders raised and fingers clenched into a fist as your other hand had a firm grip on the glass. Rafe sighed, slowly taking the glass away from you. He walked behind you, head resting on your shoulder. Secretly, he breathed in your scent a little, becoming slightly intoxicated from it.

God, he was obsessed.

"It'll be okay," he whispered, sliding his hands to your waist.

It wasn't necessarily unusual for Rafe to be touchy. He kind of always was when it came to you, but tonight, it felt different. Maybe it was the lingering stress of losing your job, or the slightly softer tone of voice he used, but it was different.

You shook your head. "It won't. I can't go without a job, Rafey. I have bills coming up in less than a week. I have those stupid car payments and my fucking—"

Rafe shushed you, caressing your sides. "I've got you. Don't worry."

You swallowed, shaking your head again. Your eyes focused on the wall in front of you because you were starting to feel things you definitely shouldn't for your best friend. "No. You can't just—"

"I can, I will, and I should. Let me take care of you. You work too hard anyway." You went to protest, but he continued. "When was the last time you let that happen, huh? I know that asshole you called a boyfriend didn't do it. Don't you want someone to take care of you every once in a while?"

You paused for a second. He almost sounded...jealous. You had to be imagining it, right? It couldn't be that. Maybe it was the touch starvation or the fact that you hadn't had sex in months, but something was pooling in the pit out your stomach. Some twisted, forbidden desire.

It was small, but there. Almost overlooked by the sheer amount of stress you had running through your veins. "I still need a job," you replied instead of answering his question.

Rafe sighed, head moving up slightly, breath brushing against your ear. "Not really."

"Yes, really."

His hand snaked around your front, caging you against him completely. "Why can't you just let me take care of you, huh?" The question was quiet, filled with a small amount of frustration.

"Because...because you shouldn't have to. Or want to. Not like that."

Rafe's eyes closed. "At least let me help you get rid of this stress. I can feel it."

You swallowed. God, you were going to lose it. "How?"

Rafe's hands circled around your tummy, before moving to your hips. "When was the last time you had sex?" he questioned quietly.

The question caught you off guard, forced blood to rush to your cheeks. Was he implying what you thought he was implying?

"Since I broke up with him."

"God, that was five months ago," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear and neck. Something had overcome him. Some primal need to make you his even if he fucked everything up to do it. He needed to feel you. Needed to know what it was like to have you wrapped around his dick. But mostly, he needed you to feel better.

You swallowed. "So?"

Rafe's hands caressed your hips, almost making you bite your lip. "So, let me relieve that stress."

At that, you turned around, facing him. Your faces were too close together, you were too intimate right now. But some part of you didn't want to stop. "Rafe..."

"Why won't you let me make it better?"

"You're my best friend," you stated.

Rafe scoffed. "So? Who better to help you?"

His hands slipped down to the waistband of your shorts, playing with your belt loops. Your body went against your mind, slightly leaning into him, and that was all he really needed. Before you could blink, his hands were on your ass, pressing you into him as his lips collided with yours.

A small squeal left your mouth, and he swallowed it with his. Your hands fell to his chest, palms to his shirt as you didn't know what to do. Pull him closer or push him off. His tongue grazed your lip, asking for permission.

For some reason, some deep, twisted, desirable reason, you opened your mouth just a bit more, allowing him to slip his tongue in. He was devouring you, hands roaming over your ass and squeezing slightly. It felt like he'd dreamt about it.

What you didn't know was that he had. For years.

Your hands clawed at his shirt, pulling him closer as a small, desperate whine escaped your mouth without permission. He pulled away at that, and you swallowed, trying to get your bearings. But he was nowhere near close to done. His pupils were blown wide, and his eyes didn't leave yours.

"Fuck, you're hot," he muttered, using his grip on your ass and thigh to pick you up. You let out a noise of surprise as you were now taller than him, your hands going to his shoulders for support. He placed you on the island, hands going to your already messed up hair.

"Rafe—"

"Unless your next word is 'stop', I don't wanna hear it," he said, his lips against your ear again. You glanced at your position, his legs spreading your thighs apart so he could fit in between them, his hands in your hair—god, it was driving you crazy.

"You can't just...fuck me. Not on your fucking island," you said.

Rafe kissed at your neck, and you found yourself baring it to give him more access. "I'll get a new fucking counter, baby. You're not going anywhere."

Your tummy erupted with butterflies at the use of the nickname, and you were starting to wonder if your feelings for him were ever really platonic at all. You found yourself biting your lip, nodding at his ridiculous words. His bedroom was right upstairs, but, sure, let's pay for a whole new countertop instead.

Rafe pulled you closer, until you were almost off the counter and completely held up by him and him alone. His hands found home under your shirt, toying with your bra, before slipping under it and kneading your breasts. You closed your eyes, sighing in content. You found your shoulders relaxing slightly.

"There ya go," he whispered into your ear, lips kissing behind it. He pinched one of your nipples, twisting just enough to cause a reaction. You whined, hips pressing into his, feeling his growing bulge in his shorts. You were touch starved, to say the least.

He chuckled, and you were starting to get impatient. Your hands clasped at his hair, digging your head into his shoulder. "Just...goddamnit, Rafey. Just do something," you whined.

"Oh, are you begging now, pretty girl?" He had a smirk on his face, his hands going down to the hem of your shirt. He pulled it up slowly, before tossing it on the ground. "Patience. I'll do everything to you, I promise. Let me savor your beauty first."

You sucked in a breath at his words, nodding. He unclasped your bra, letting your breasts fall free as he tossed it on the ground by your shirt. Immediately, his mouth caught one of your nipples in it, sucking and nibbling just enough to drive you crazy. You tossed your head back, hand in his hair as he fiddled with your shorts.

He unbuttoned them, using one hand to lift you up slightly as he slipped them off. He moved his mouth to your other nipple, hand coming down to cup your mound. He pulled away, groaning. "Fuck, you're already so wet," he said, making eye contact with you as he slipped his hand past your panties.

You bit your lip as he teased your slit, running his fingers up and down. You were just about to protest when he kissed you deeply, slowly pushing two fingers into your pussy, stretching you out. You moaned into the kiss, hands grasping at his hair.

He pumped slowly at first, with only the intention of getting you used to the unfamiliar stretch, but as he felt your walls start to clench around his fingers with each thrust, he sped up, causing you to whimper. He curled his fingers, hitting that sweet spot, keeping them pressed there. You moaned, legs wrapping around his waist.

"That feel good, baby?"

You nodded, and he added another finger, burying his fingers knuckle-deep in you. You whined, a mix of pleasure and pain filling your senses. "Use your words now."

You bit your lip. "Yes."

"Good girl."

Your eyes met his at that, pausing for a second, before you crashed your lips into his. He groaned, gripping your hair as he slowly stretched you out with three fingers. It seemed like the second you got used to it, he pulled them out. You opened your mouth to protest, but instead he slipped his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself.

Your eyebrows furrowed, but you closed your mouth around his fingers, tongue swirling. Rafe watched intently, the tip of his dick already leaking pre-cum from just looking at you. After a few seconds, his hand pulled out of your mouth, and he dropped down, pulling your legs closer as he had a clear view of your glistening pussy.

You sucked in a breath, hand going to his hair. Some part of you wanted to stop him. You had never actually been ate out before. His eyes met yours, and he noticed the look in them. "What's wrong?" he asked, hands caressing your outer thighs.

"I've never..." Your sentence trailed off, not wanting to say it.

Rafe's jaw almost dropped. "Never?"

You shook your head.

His shock looked was quickly replaced with a smirk. "Baby, I'm 'bout to make you feel so good," he said, leaning in and parting your lips with his hands, licking a line from your hole to your clit, before gently sucking.

You moaned softly, gripping his hair. "Fuck," you murmured.

He sucked harder, tongue flicking at points. You arched into him as he continued, and he spread your legs wider to get a better view. He was downright devouring you, and you couldn't help but wonder how long he'd wanted this.

His tongue made its way down, teasing your entrance as his nose brushed against your clit. You whined softly, and he pulled your closer, so close you were sure you had to be suffocating him. His tongue continued its pleasurable assault on your pussy as his hands kneaded your thighs. Soft moans and whines were pulled from your lips as you continued to relax into his embrace.

You felt a coil deep in your lower stomach building, and you didn't know what exactly to do about it. You were still very confused on how you got into this situation. "Rafe..." you whined, "close."

Rafe hummed against your clit, causing you to bite your lip. He moved one of his hands down, adding two fingers into the mix and pumping them in and out quickly, curling them each time to reach just the right spot.

You let out a louder moan at that, back arching even more as your orgasm threatened to overcome you.

And then he stopped, pulling back and looking up at you. He looked beautiful like this, on his knees with your juices dripping down his nose and chin, causing his skin to glisten. Your breathing was heavy as you gave him a confused look.

He stood up, lapping what juices he could off his face, before wiping the rest away with his shirt as he took it off. "When I give you the best orgasm you've ever had, it's going to be on my dick, sweetheart."

You'd seen Rafe shirtless a thousand times, but something about right now—fuck, it made you wetter. You pulled him closer, hands roaming his bare torso as you kissed his neck. Rafe used the counter on either side of you for support as you did, going a little weak in the knees.

"Fuck," he mumbled.

You fumbled with his shorts, fingers shakily unbuttoning them. He helped you, and once his shorts and boxers were off and kicked to the side, you got a clear view on just how big he really was. You swallowed. He chuckled, tilting your chin up.

"Eyes up here, baby." He grabbed the hem of your panties, pulling the sopping material off of your body and discarding it with the rest of your clothes. He leaned in, rubbing his leaking tip against your sensitive bud, making you moan softly.

"C-condom?" you managed to whisper out, breath shaky as you panted.

Rafe stopped at that, groaning as he tucked his head into your neck. "Fuck," he mumbled, "I'm out."

You knew that meant you needed to stop. You knew that you shouldn't let anyone hit it raw until you were ready for a baby, especially someone you weren't dating. But there was a voice in the back of your head, a voice that craved his cock.

You ran your hands over his back. "Just pull out, m'kay?" you said, kissing his neck.

He gripped your bare waist, nibbling at your neck. "Y'sure?"

You nodded, too needy and way past the stopping point. Plus, if there was one man you trusted raw, it was him. Even if he was just your best friend.

With that, Rafe began rubbing his tip against your clit again, moaning softly at the sensation. Something in you took over, and you ran your hand down his arm, covering his own hand. You pushed it out of the way, wrapping your fingers around his dick.

He groaned, eyes meeting yours. You dragged his tip down your pussy until you felt it tease your entrance, and then you used your legs to push him in slowly, moaning softly. Rafe grabbed your head roughly, pulling you in for a filthy kiss.

"You have no idea what you do to me, baby," he muttered into your lips, pulling you closer so that he could start moving.

It started slow at first, letting you stretch around him and get used to him, but it quickly changed into something rougher. His hands were in your hair and on your hip as he pounded into you, causing you to toss your head back as you moaned.

"F-fuck," you whined.

His lips attached to the column of your throat, suckling and nibbling. "You look so good like this, taking me so well."

You moaned in response as he thrusted particularly hard, hitting just the right spot. He groaned, kissing you deeply before pulling out of you, grabbing your hips and placing you shakily on the ground. He used his hands on your hips to turn you around, pushing you against the counter.

You whined, breasts pressed against the cold marble as he thrusted back into you, hands on your hips to steady himself. "Rafe," you moaned.

"See what happens when ya let me take care of you?" He wrapped a hand around your front, arm pressed lightly to your neck as he held you up against him. He buried his head in your hair, not faltering in his rhythmic thrusts. "Feels good, huh? Letting me treat you to the shit you deserve."

You whimpered, legs shaky as you tried to hold yourself up. You felt that coil in your lower tummy again, starting to build at a rapid rate. "Y-yes," you moaned.

He chuckled, hand sliding down to rub your clit harshly. You moaned loudly, knees buckling. He moved his arm under your breasts, squishing them against you as he held you up. "I've got you, pretty girl."

The added stimulation of your clit was making you hazy, eyes closed as you moaned in a way you never had before. His hand under your boob made its way up to your nipple, teasing it, before pinching and twisting softly.

"Rafe," you whined, hands gripping his arm, nails leaving crescent marks that he'd savor. "Fuck, oh, fuck, I'm close."

Rafe nibbled at your ear as he sped up his pace, making you whimper as you could barely stand. If it wasn't for his arm holding you up, you'd be on your knees by now. "Fuck, you're such a good girl, y'know? Taking me so well. Letting me take care of you. Come for me. I wanna feel you spasm around my dick."

His words edged you on, and he sped up his assault on your clit, causing you to let out a loud cry as your orgasm crashed over you. Your legs were weak and your heart was racing as you felt your cum slowly dripping out of your pussy and onto his dick. He thrusted once. Twice. And then he pulled out.

He pushed you back down to press against the counter as he pumped himself a few more times, spilling his cum all over your ass and lower back. You groaned at the feeling, pussy still pulsing from your orgasm.

Rafe didn't let himself savor his own ecstasy. Instead he dropped to his knees, hands spreading your ass cheeks apart as he mouthed your pussy, causing a loud cry to escape your lips. He was determined to draw out every last ounce of pleasure from you.

He sucked on your swollen clit, feeling it pulse against his lips. Your hands grasped at nothing as your legs shook. "I-I can't," you whined, legs trying to close.

Rafe sucked hard for a second, before lapping up the rest of your wetness and cum that was all over your pussy and thighs. Then, he pulled back, panting as he looked up at you on his knees.

Your eyes were closed as you were pressed against the counter, breathing heavily as your legs shook. You felt like you were going to pass out.

"God, that was..." You couldn't find words.

Rafe grabbed his shirt, standing up and cleaning off his cum from your back and ass, pressing kisses to your spine. "Yeah," he whispered, turning you around.

You stood up, leaning on him for support. Your mind was still hazy, coming down from your orgasm. He kissed you softly, caressing your cheek. You hummed, kissing him back. But that growing pit of anxiety was gnawing at you now, and you slowly pulled away.

A realization had come to you. You were now just another girl on a list. Rafe wasn't exactly known for his celibacy, and you'd know fallen victim to his charms.

His eyebrows furrowed as he noticed your look, and he wrapped you in his arms, nuzzling your neck. "What's wrong?"

You shook your head, swallowing. "Nothing, I just-" You sighed. How did you put this in a way that didn't offend him? "I just think that maybe...maybe we shouldn't have done that. It was amazing, but...but we're friends. And now it's complicated."

Rafe sighed, tensing slightly. "It's not complicated for me," he responded.

"What do you mean?"

"I want you. I have for years."

You sucked in a breath, head pounding. Everything was so complicated, but you only had one thing to say. "I'm not like them. I can't just- I won't just hookup with you."

Rafe pulled back, looking at you almost offended, although he couldn't really blame you for your words. He wasn't exactly the committing type. "No. It's not like that. You're not them. I don't want you to be. I want you, baby. All of you. I have for years."

He kissed your cheek, his arms caressing your sides.

"Rafe..." you sighed. You were confused and stressed.

He shook his head. "Just think on it, alright? If you don't want this, then that's okay. I'll still be your best friend. But do not for a second think that this was just me hooking up with you. One day at a time, okay?"

You stared at him for a second, before nodding. "Yeah, okay."

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