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best of friends! — rafe cameron x reader
cutting bsf!rafe’s hair and showing him just how much you like it … thinking !
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“you know what you’re doing right?” rafe asked, you could tell he was tense as you turned the electric razor on.
“relax you big baby, i’ve given jj ton of haircuts before. you don’t see him complaining, do you?” you said mindlessly, but you felt the way his grip on your hips tightened.
best friends, that’s what you two called it. of course everyone on the island saw it, knew it. the hickeys on your neck, the way he’d hold you extra tight at the parties. you were a pogue, best friends with the kook king; everyone found it weird. you’d heard it all from your friends, kie asking how good the sex was for you to be ruining your life, john b and jj giving you judging looks while pope just stood quiet.
and rafe? oh, he heard it all from his friends. the difference was that he actually scared them from questioning you two with just a simple look.
but none of that mattered. not when it came to moments like this, you standing between his legs, focusing on his hair with such gentleness he had only ever received from you.
you started to shave his head, his locks of blonde falling to the floor. you basically pleaded with him to shave it, because you were tired of hearing him complain about it getting in his eyes. plus, sometimes it blocked you from seeing his blue–green eyes that you’d get lost in for hours.
he didn’t complain once, although you could tell he was nervous the entire time. and when you finished, he saw the look in your eyes when you took in his new appearance.
“what?” he worridly said and looked at himself in the mirror. he looked…new. older, more mature, his entire face more detailed, if that was even possible. he saw your gaze in the reflection from your stance behind him.
“you like it?” you asked quietly as you wrapped your arms around his waist, looking up at him.
he smirked a bit, running a hand through his new buzzed head. “you ain’t half bad baby.”
he turned around and put his hands on your hips. “real question is, do you like it?”
you smirked. “like it?”
you dropped to your knees and started lowering his sweatpants, revealing his cock that was already getting hard from the moment you put your hands around him.
“angel, what are you–”
the sensation from your tongue caused him to cut himself off with a groan, immediately grabbing your hair. “ohhh, fuck, baby. jesus. would’ve–hmph–let you done this shit sooner if i knew you were gonna respond like this.” he managed to say with heavy groans, his pupils dilating at the sight of you.
you moved down to his base, causing a choking sensation, the vibrations from your body making rafe tug on your hair while he moaned. you knew rafe’s body the same way he knew yours, knew how he liked having his cock all the way down your throat, to the point where his v-line was at your nose.
you pulled yourself back for some air, spit getting all over his t-shirt that was on you. you looked up at him with your big brown eyes that he swears hypnotize him. “c’mere. get up for me baby.” he rasped out, his hands finding yours to help you. he didn’t care that you had spit all over your lips, he pressed a hard kiss to your mouth, tasting himself on you.
“now do you think i like it?” you teased as he pressed an open mouth kiss to your jaw. he didn’t even respond, he just turned you around in front of the sink and mirror, lifting your leg up over it.
“such a perfect girl ‘f me. god, there’s no one like you baby.” his praise sent heat throughout your cheeks as he pulled down his boxers that you usually always used to sleep in, gliding his wet cock through your folds.
“rafey–don’t tease me please.” you moaned, the feeling of his tip nudging your clit making you clutch the sink. he grabbed your jaw, refocusing your attention back to the mirror. “then look straight at me, sweetheart. focus right–” he slipped his cock in you, making you jolt forward. “–here, shiiit. tighest fuckin’ pussy on the island, don’t matter how many times i fuck you, hm baby?” he grunted into your ear.
he picked up his pace, the sound of your ass slapping against his body so obsence and dirty, but perfectly you and rafe. “ooh–rafe–shit! feel so–good!” you moaned as he put his hand around your neck, kissing your jaw as the other stayed on your hip.
“yeah? you like that? fuck, such a dirty girl. suckin’ my cock cause you’re so desperate for me? that’s alright, look at how good you’re takin’ me now. sweetest fucking pussy ever. what would your friends think? hm? of you bein’ such a whore for my cock?” he rambled as he moved faster, losing himself in you.
“sh–shit! i’m–ray please, i’m gonna come–” you whined. it never took long for you to finish with rafe, in fact, he was the first one who taught you how to squirt.
“yeah? atta girl, come all over your best friend’s cock. give it to me, be a good girl.” he moaned as he fucked up into you slower, and then faster, moving his hand from your throat down to your clit. his touch and thrusts instantly sent you over the moon, coming all around him, devoting yourself to him. the same way you’d done multiple times before, becoming one.
“gonna fill you up, mama. yeah, make you all swole and show everyone who you belong to.” he whispered, but you were still coming down from your haze. you couldn’t respond, just started to move yourself back against him in agreement, and he couldn’t hold back.
“f-fuck–shit, yeah, take all of it, angel. ‘s only for you.” he stuttered as he stilled inside you, ropes of his cum filling you to the brim. you whined in response, smiling a bit after he put his forehead on your shoulder.
you were both coming down from each others highs, the silence afterwards always seeming to loom the question if this was just physical, or if there was more. it was like he read your mind, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulders and then the side of your neck, then turning your face and placing a gentle kiss.
“you good, baby?” he whispered as he separated from your lips, which were swollen, similar to his.
“never better.” you genuinely said, smiling. he laughed gently and slipped out of you, going to clean you up. when he lowered himself between your legs with a rag, he kissed the inside of your thighs gently.
“never going to a fucking barber shop again.”
and all you could do was smile. because while words werent you and rafe’s strongest suit, you always had this, the feeling of being so vulnerable with one another, it made you feel set for life.
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a/n: guys i literally wrote this in one take sorry if it’s horrible, lowkey hate it, but ive been in a rafe mood for the past three months. byeeee lovelies
