Rafe Cameron Imagines

Best friends brother

A/n

This was requested by @dannideveto so I hope you enjoy☺️. xx

Proulouge

It was just like any other Saturday night, I was sleeping over at Sarah's house, we've been best friends since the second grade so it wasn't any thing rare. But something I would've never expected to happen happened.

I make my way down the stairs, into the kitchen, after waking up in the middle of the night being oddly thirsty. I don't turn on any lights, just incase someones down here and I wake them up. I step into the kitchen slowly, making my way to the sink to grab a glass and some water.

As soon as I fill my glass, I bring the glass to my mouth drinking almost a quarter of the water. I exhale in relief. I lean over the counter a little and bring the glass back to my mouth.

Before I could even take a sip, I feel two big hands snake around my waist. My breath hitches, and I know immediately from his cologne, it's Rafe. I hesitate, "R- Rafe?"

"Jude." He whispers in my ear. "Wha- What are you doing?" I whisper back. "Don't act like we don't both want this." I bite my cheek, staying quiet. "You know do."

I say nothing, again. "Don't you?" I nod and I can practically feel him smirk. His lips connect to my neck, sloppily kissing me. I feel his hot breath, brush against my cold skin and he sucks into my neck more. He nibbles on my sweet spot and I whimper quietly.

He pulls away and spins me around, hand on my hip. He pushes me back till I'm against the cold countertop. Rafe leans into me and connects our lips, kissing me fast and roughly. He pushes his tongue into my mouth making me moan into the kiss. His lips curve into a smirk slightly against mine.

His other hand finds my hip and he helps me get on the counter. We pull away for a second, to catch our breath and he lets out a small laugh. "Fuck, Sarah's gonna kill me." I whisper with a little chuckle. "Who said she was gonna find out?" He whispers back.

Rafe brings his hand to my cheek, holding my face, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that for." He tucks some stray hairs behind my ear. His eyes flicker down my body, stopping at the hem of my shorts.

He brings his hand up to my waist, trailing down to my shorts. He traces the skin just above my shorts. Slowly, he lets his hand go under my shorts and over my pantyline. "Rafe.." I pant.

His hand stops, "Yeah?" 

"I- Maybe we shouldn't. Someone might hear." I mutter. "Just try and be quiet, yeah?" I nod, "Okay." He places a kiss on my lips, "Good girl."

His hand moves down to my clothed core, feeling me through my panties. "Holy shit," He says, "You're soaked." I bite my lip, the sensation of his hand on my aching heat sending me. Involuntarily, my hips begin to move, grinding against his hand. "Please, Rafe." I beg.

He chuckles, "What do you want, baby?" He plays so obviously dumb. I whine, "Please?" Rafe stops moving his hand completely, "I think you can do a little better than that." 

"Just do something to me, Rafe. Please." I plead.

He slides my panties to the side, running his fingers through my folds collecting my arousal with his middle and index fingers. He pulls his fingers away and brings them to his lips, before sucking them clean, "So fucking sweet."

He brings his hands back to my shorts pulling them down, along with my panties, discarding them on the floor. He places a few kisses on my lips, one hand on my hip, the other holding my face. He steps forwards, the bump in his pants slightly grazing my thigh.