#sarah cameron fanfiction
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experimentation
words: 6.9k
warnings: 18+ only!!!, aged up!sarah (takes place in season 1 but shes 18/19 and rafe is like 22/23 for the fic) smut, lesbian sex, tit play, girl on girl action, scissoring, dildo/sex toys, p in v sex, unprotected sex, blowjob, losing virginity, cheating(ish), reader sleeps with sarah and rafe (not at the same time omg there is NO incest!!), 69ing, female receiving oral, experimenting/unserious?? sex, hooking up to relationship, they say i love you at the end awwww, soft!rafe, i think thats everything jesus christ
it all started with one simple question. sarah sat on the edge of her bed, finishing the top coat of her toenail polish while you braided your mostly dry hair to have loose curls tomorrow.
“have you ever kissed a girl?”
that's all it took. for you to say no, that'd like to,, just to see what it's like, and then to press your lips against sarahs.
you laid in bed together, just kissing. it felt different than any of the guys you've kissed in the past. sarahs lips are softer, sweeter, her tongue gentler when it licks into your mouth.
“do you…” sarah gasps out against your lips. “do you think we could do more?
you blink at her, processing her words and the sudden kiss when you've been just friends for years.
“just to experiment.” sarah shrugs, looking down to your chest, your nipples hard against your shirt. “i wanna…”
“yeah.” you nod. “lets keep going. just… two friends experimenting.” you smile at her. “having fun.”
you've seen each other naked before, so it's not too much of a shock as you strip down. usually it'd be to pull a swimsuit on or change into a dress, you've never sat and really looked at sarah.
“your… your boobs are so nice.” you giggle softly, her tits sit perfectly, even and plump.
“you wanna touch them?” she asks, looking down at her own body.
“yeah.” you nod quickly, crawling the short distance separating you as you reach out with a gentle hand, gently ghosting around the outside of her breasts before moving closer, cupping her tits and feeling how heavy they are in your hands.
“is it okay if i um… lick them?” you question, staring at her perfect nipples, hard and peaked up, practically begging for you to suck them.
“yeah, as long as i get to do it to you too.” sarah giggles gently.
you bend down, cautiously swiping your tongue over her nipple. sarah gently moans, encouraging you on as you wrap your lips around the bud, sucking gently as your palms massage her tits.
sarah presses a hand against the back of your head, gentle and just slightly pushing you down, keeping you against your chest. you don't fight against it, testing what feels best against your tongue, switching between lapping, sucking and even gently pressing your teeth against her chest.
you leave her nipple with a wet kiss before switching to the other side, repeating the movements.
“god, that… that feels good.” sarah moans out as you pull away with a little giggle.
“that was fun. i wish i had your boobs, seriously.”
“oh, shut up.” sarah laughs. “your's are way better than mine.” she glances down at your body. your chest is smaller than hers, but her gaze doesn't stay there for long as her eyes flick down to where your thighs are pressed together.
“it's not really having sex, right?” sarah glances up to you. “we'll still be virgins just… this doesn’t count since we’re just.. experimenting” .”
“yeah.” you nod. “we're friends, there's nothing wrong with just having some fun.”
“okay.” sarah takes a deep breath before pushing the thought out of her mind, done trying to rationalize the want she feels swelling in her lower stomach.
“lay down.” sarah gestures for you to rest your head on the pillow, which you do slowly, keeping your legs together to not reveal too much too early.
sarah climbs over you as your eyes drift to the ceiling before closing when you feel her mouth on you. she keeps to kisses, pressing them all over your front, from your clavicle down to right above your belly button.
“i… i wanna eat you out.” sarah says as your eyes blink open, realizing she's hovering over you.
“okay.” you nod, raising your head to give her a kiss, quickly getting lost in the way your lips move against each others.
sarahs hand plays gently with your chest, rubbing over your nipples with her palm, pressing against them with delightful pressure.
you let out a little whine, hips shifting from side to side as you feel your wetness growing. sarah laughs as she looks down at you. “it's okay, im really horny too.”
she gives you another quick peck, verging on friendly, reminding you that all you're doing is testing things out, trying what it's like to be like with a girl, and there's no one better to experiment with than your closest friend.
sarah moves lower, tapping your thigh as you spread them. she makes herself comfortable between them on her stomach.
she pauses, looking between your spread legs at your bare pussy. she hesitates for barely longer than a second before diving in, mouth pressing against your cunt, tongue sneaking out to lick up your wetness.
“oh fuck!” you squeal, hands fisting into the sheets. “fuck, sarah!”
“does that feel good?” she asks, tilting her head to the side, licking her lips to continue to taste you.
“yeah!” you nod rapidly. “really good. keep going, please.”
“okay.” sarah laughs gently again, moving a little slower this time, licking over your folds before swirling her tongue around your clit. she knows what she likes when touching herself, and tries to replicate it with her tongue on you.
you let yourself get lost in the feeling, knowing you should probably dull your moans to not wake up all of tanneyhill, but as you look down between your legs to see sarahs delicate tongue licking against your cunt, your can't control your sounds.
“im gonna finger you.” sarah says, wanting to make sure you know what she's going to do as you rapidly nod.
she pushes your legs further apart, looking at your entrance as her fingertip slides in, continuing to push into your wet heat until it's buried to the hilt.
“does that feel nice?” she asks.
“really nice. try moving it.” you swallow harshly, your clit needing her mouth back on it.
sarah nods, slowly thrusting her finger in and out, getting used to it as the tempo increases gradually.
“im-im gonna cum once you start eating me out again.” you warn. “i don't know if you want that to happen.”
“of course.” sarah presses her mouth against your leg, kissing your thighs. “isn’t that the whole point of this? well most of it at least” .”
“need you on my clit again then.” you let out a deep breath.
“I got you .” sarah listens quickly, mouth back on your clit as her finger continues, tilting it upward to press right against your sweet spot, making you cry out as her mouth sucks and sucks.
“i-oh my god sarah!” you squeal as your high breaks over the walls, hips pressing up as your entire body shakes, cunt clenching around her finger. sarah licks up your slick before taking a deep breath.
“you actually taste good.” she hums, pulling her finger out and pressing it between her cheeks, sucking the digit like it's a lollipop, swirling her tongue to get the taste off.
“that felt really good too.” you blush, cheeks heating up. “what do you want me to do to you?”
“we should try scissoring.” sarah says. “ive seen it in porn.”
“is that where you got all these ideas from?” you ask, eyebrows raising up.
“yeah.” she nods. “it's hot without guys.”
for the first time, you realize sarah may be looking for more than just a night of fun, and might genuinely see you as someone she's attracted to. you don't have much time to delve deeper as she spreads your thighs, placing her own wet pussy against yours.
“im just gonna-” sarah let's out a gasp as her face twists in pleasure, your bare cunts bumping against each other's as her hips move.
“oh, fuck! sarah!” you squeal. you push yourself up to sit, beginning to move as well, rubbing against her thigh and occasionally her pussy as sarah does the same thing to you, her mouth slackened and tits jigging with every movement.
you long to reach forward and have your mouth around them again, but you're determined to have sarah reach that high that she brought you too.
you tip her back so you can do all the work, grinding and grinding until her whole body tenses up as she cums with a low moan of your name.
you flop back against the bed, sarah crawling in a moment to also place her head on the pillow.
“that was fun.” she says, chest still rising and falling rapidly.
you nod. “we should do that again.”
--
“well look who it is.” rafe smirks at you, placing a hand on your lower back. “none other than y/n l/n.”
“hey rafey.” you giggle. you have a bit of a love hate relationship with rafe. you bickered a lot when you were younger, but when a guy was messing with you in high school, you went right to rafe who quickly sorted it out.
“you look so pretty in this dress.” he says, tugging you towards the dance floor, a mess of bodies twisting and grinding.
you see rafe often when you're hanging out with sarah, but she stayed home from the party due to a headache, so it's a rare time alone without his sibling.
“dance with me?” he asks, pressing his lips against your ear.
you nod. just because you're fooling around with sarah shouldn't stop you from exploring other options, after all, she's half-dating topper despite diving between your legs during sleepovers.
rafe moves in tempo to the music. you dance back against him, grabbing his hands which are respectfully by his side to place on your hips.
“im not a kid anymore, rafe.” you close the distance between your bodies so rafe is grinding right into your bum. you can feel what's growing in his pants, a slight smile on your face.
“yeah, but you're my little sisters friend. just because i wanna fuck you doesn't mean-”
you turn around suddenly, not waiting to hear the rest of what he has to say. “you wanna fuck me?”
“of course.” rafe smirks, hand trailing down from your lower back to squeeze your ass.
“fuck me then.” you place your hands on his neck, pulling him down into a harsh kiss. the party is at toppers house, so you assume rafe knows how to get you alone as you follow him through the house until you're in a guest bedroom.
“promise you won't tell sarah?” he says, not wanting to deal with her shit for sleeping with you.
“i won't as long as you don't.” you say, knowing rafe doesn't realize how sarah would be just as upset with you too, for sleeping with her brother while you're fooling around with her on the side.
rafe nods, satisfied that this will be a secret as he pulls you against him. his hand grips your ass as his mouth devours yours, so much stronger than sarahs felt against yours. he's harsh, demanding and unforgiving.
your hands fist in his shirt, partially to hold yourself up as his lips attack yours. he slowly steps further into the room until the back of your knees hit the bed.
“take that dress off.” rafe grunts out. “let me see that perfect body.”
you pull your dress off, revealing the small matching set of lingerie you have on underneath. rafe let's out a growl, like a predator who finally got it's prey as he turns you around to face the bed before pushing you down so you flop onto your stomach.
“such a nice ass, kid.” rafe swats your barely covered bum. “anyone ever told you that before?”
“nnnnn.” you hum out as an answer, mouth half pressed into the mattress.
rafe suddenly pauses. “you're not a virgin are you?”
he waits, and when you don't answer, he knows the truth.
“shit.” he groans. “listen, i want you but im not gonna have you lose your virginity at a random party, okay?”
“no, i want it rafe.” you flip over so you're on your back, pouting your lower lip out as you look up at him. “really, i do.”
“and ill take your virginity, but not here, not tonight. when you're not drunk and when i can lay you out and not worry about people barging in on us.”
“okay.” you pout with a slow nod. you're not drunk, but you have had a couple sips of beer, and you understand why rafe is hesitant. “but can we still do something tonight?”
“yeah? you wanna suck my dick or something?” rafe smirks down at you, not expecting you to nod enthusiastically and slink off the bed onto your knees.
“you sure?” he questions. “you don't have to. we could just make out or i could finger you-”
“come here.” you reach out to rafe, tugging him closer by the loops on his pants. you waste no time undoing the button and zipper and pulling the fabric down.
you would feel a lot less confident if you haven't been experimenting with sarah, getting to learn how to use your mouth for pleasure, even though it's a bit different now that it's her brothers dick.
“damn, baby.” rafe groans when you press kisses along his length, wetting his underwear until you get sick of the barrier and tug them down.
rafes cock is already hardened and pops up to hit you on the tip of your nose.
“ouch.” you frown, brows furrowing together when rafe let's out a laugh.
you don't allow him to continue laughing at you as you wrap your lips around the head of his cock, sinking down until you feel yourself gag. you pull up only to push your head back down, determined to make this good for rafe.
“shit- fuck!” rafe shouts out, placing a hand on the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair, ruining the curls you spent so long perfecting.
you hollow out your cheeks as you suck, tongue swirling around the underside of his cock. you cant go all the way down without his cock going too deep in your throat, so you wrap a hand around the base, gently stroking as your mouth works.
“shit!” rafe hisses out again. “you've done this before, haven't you?”
“nope.” you pull away with a pop. “just like your dick.”
you press a kiss against the head of his cock. it's wet and sloppy with precum and spit, but you don't care.
“come over this weekend so i can fuck you, yeah?” rafe says. you nod before sinking your lips back down over his cock, not thinking in the moment that you'd already made plans with sarah.
--
“i got something.” sarah whispers, giving you a wink.
“what?” you lean in, waiting for her to whisper in your ear, but she just shakes her head, a mischievous look on her face.
“you'll see later.” she takes a bite of her pizza, rolling her eyes as rafe walks in.
“hey.” he grins at you, his smile stretching wide as he grabs a piece of pizza from the open box. “how you doing y/n?”
“leave my friend alone, rafe!” sarah says, making you giggle.
“im doing well rafe, how are you?”
he just nods and smiles, knowing that you're going to sneak out of sarahs room just like you'd planned after sucking him off at the party, where he came deep down your throat.
rafe manages to ghost his fingers along your back as he leaves, but not before taking another piece of pizza.
“god, he's such a dick.” sarah rolls her eyes.
you just nod. arguing about it would certainly give yourself away, and you're not willing to risk ruining sleeping with either of them. even though you're just fooling around with sarah, and it will surely stop when she gets a boyfriend, you're having a lot of fun for now. it makes you feel closer to her, like this is a secret you'll carry together for a long time. you even imagine drunkenly spilling it to your husbands twenty years from now when you're both happily married off.
you go through the motions like normal, finishing eating, saying goodnight to ward before disappearing into sarahs room. it's not until the door closes and locks behind you that there's a shift.
sarah immediately begins to strip, clearly eager and waiting for this moment. you follow her actions until you're both nude. if you thought you were comfortable being naked around her before, it's only increased since fooling around together.
“okay, look under the blanket.” sarah says. you didn't even realize a fluffy blanket had been obviously draped over something. you pull the fabric away to reveal a pink dildo. your eyes widen as you look to sarah.
“you bought a dildo?” you hiss out, a smile coming to her face as she eagerly nods.
“you gotta use it on me, oh my god. please, y/n?” she pouts. “there's this guy i like and… and i think i might give it up to him.”
“topper?” you question, surprised because it seems like she's been distancing herself from him.
sarah just smiles shyly. “oh my god, who?” you squeal.
“i really can't tell.” sarah says. she doesn't know your opinion on john b, and doesn't want to risk upsetting you.
“fine, then you don't know who i might be giving it up to.” you shrug, flopping down onto the bed as you pick up the dildo, inspecting it.
“you what?” sarah asks, her eyes wide.
“if you wanna keep secrets, i can to.” you shrug. in truth, you'd never tell her that it's her brother. you're not even sure you'd admit it to sarah if you were ten years down the line and married to rafe. your friendship is too precious, and you know she'd be extremely upset.
“ugh, fine.” sarah crosses her arms, lifting her boobs up in a way that has you licking your lips.
“get over here.” it's all you have to say for sarah to climb onto the bed, your mouth attaching to her chest the second she's close enough.
you suck and play with her tits while you fool around with the dildo, putting it between her legs but just running it through her folds.
you're nowhere near done with her tits when sarah gently pushes your head lower. you let out a whine but ultimately concede.
“im just nervous to have it inside me.” sarah admits. “anxious.”
“it's okay.” you coo out as she lays back, spreading her legs. “ill help you out and go slow, that's what friends are for afterall.” you shrug.
you decide it'll be best to start with your finger as you press your digit into her. she's so wet you can easily thrust it in and out, but you still use your other hand to rub at her clit, just to relax sarah even more.
“you ready?” you question after rubbing for a while.
“mhm.” she whines out, chest moving up and down, partly from nerves and partly from pleasure.
you pull your finger out and grab the dildo again. you take a moment to rub the entire length against her, getting it thoroughly wet before pressing the head of the fake cock against her entrance. you move slowly as you push it in, watching her pussy bloom around it.
“fuck, sarah.” you moan out. “this is hot.”
“come sit on my face.” sarah says, her eyebrows scrunched together in concentration, needing the distraction of eating out your pussy.
“mmkay.” you hold the dildo pushed inside of her as you swing your hips over, briefly hovering your pussy over her face. you begin to lower slowly, only for sarah to grab your hips and slam your cunt down onto her awaiting tongue.
you let out a soft moan, eyes sliding shut as her mouth works against your folds. you finally remember that you need to move when her tongue thrusts into your cunt.
you blink out the haze of pleasure as you start to move the dildo gently in and out, moaning slightly at the slick noises, wet and sloppy as you thrust it inside of her.
“harder.” sarah says against your skin, voice vibrating over your pussy.
you speed up the movements of your hand, pushing in harder and faster. you drop your mouth to her pussy as well, needing to taste her against your tongue as you lick around her entrance before moving up to her clit.
“shit.” sarah moans out, hands squeezing harder at your thighs. you hope they don't bruise as you'll have to explain it to rafe later.
you move as fast as your arm will allow, bicep cramping up as you focus in on her clit, sucking as intensely as you can until you feel a rush of wetness gushing out of sarahs cunt. you pull the dildo out as she squirts, wetting the sheets.
“fuck!” sarah shouts. you're glad that the walls in tanneyhill are mostly soundproof.
“holy shit that was hot.” you giggle. you go to move from hovering over her body, but sarahs hands are rough on your hips as her mouth delves back in, wasting no time teasing as she flicks her tongue over your clit until your own high bursts, your cunt pressing into her mouth, wetting her face.
you flop to the side with a loud sigh, both equally satiated.
sarah moves to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “thanks for trying that with me.”
“of course.” you smile, kissing her again, mouth devouring hers.
“im so tired now though.” she giggles before letting out a yawn.
“sleep, it's okay.” you coo out. you both roll away slightly from each other, adjusting to get comfortable on the bed and pillows as sarah is quickly snoring. you keep yourself awake, occasionally glancing over until you're sure she's been asleep long enough to not easily wake.
you slide out of the bed, keeping your movements as quietly as you possibly can as you sneak into the bathroom, wetting a washcloth and quickly cleaning yourself off so you don't already smell like sex.
you slip nothing but a robe on before tiptoeing out of sarahs room. you'd be absolutely fucked if ward or rose found you, but you rely on the hope that it's late enough for them not to be roaming the hallways.
you don't knock as you arrive at rafes room, opening the door and slipping in before locking it behind you.
“jesus, i thought you'd never come.” rafe stands quickly, cupping your cheeks as he kisses you, hot and wet as your hands press against his abs, running up and down against his muscles.
“sorry, sarah took forever to fall asleep.” you whisper against his lips. your eyebrows rise when he reaches down, lifting you easily to move you towards the bed.
you're glad rafe is just in his underwear, not wanting to wait before you get his cock inside of you, especially after seeing how much sarah liked the dildo.
you feel dirty sleeping with your best friends brother right after fooling around with her, but the thoughts quickly dissipate as rafe tugs on the belt of the robe, parting the two sides to reveal your completely nude body.
“fuck, baby. you're trying to kill me with those perfect tits.” rafe bends to drop his mouth around your nipple, toying with them in a way that's so different to sarah. she focuses on your pleasure, what feels good to you, while rafes movements are purely for him, doing what he wishes to without too much consideration for you, especially as his teeth sink into the plumpness of your breast.
you loop your legs around his hips, pulling him in until your crotches bump together. you grind your hips up and down, wetting his underwear as your clit brushes over the soft fabric.
“shit.” rafe groans, reaching down to push his underwear down his thighs.
you keep grinding, his bare cock now slipping through your folds, getting it significantly lubricated. rafes cock catches on your entrance just as his tongue flicks over your nipple. your back arches off the bed with a loud moan as he pushes in halfway, taking your virginity in one smooth motion.
“w-wait!” you squeal out.
rafe looks up, a worried look on his face as he pulls his cock out of you. “what's wrong?”
“condom!” you say. “im not on anything.”
rafe frowns. “we gotta get you on birth control so i can cum inside of you.”
“you wanna keep fucking me?” you ask with a smile as he moves to his nightstand, grabbing out a condom and tearing open the foil.
“of course.” rafe looks at you like it's obvious as he rolls the rubber down over his cock. “i swear im gonna take you out on dates and shit too.”
“rafey you've gone soft.” you giggle as he leans over the bed again, cock lined up with your pussy again. you clench around nothing, waiting to have him back inside.
“had a crush on you forever.” he says, pressing a kiss against your lips. “just couldn't do anything with sarah always around.”
you hum, shifting your hips from side to side. you don't want to talk about your best friend, you want rafe to fuck you, even if your pussy is already sensitive from your earlier orgasm with sarah.
“tell me if it hurts or im going too fast.” rafe gives you one last sweet kiss before his entire demeanor changes. he pushes his cock into you with a grunt, giving you only the smallest moment to adjust before he begins to move.
his cock pushes in and out, in and out, his balls slapping against you with every movement. you're forced to do nothing but lay back and moan, trying to keep yourself quiet as he pummels you.
rafe straightens up, pulling your hips to the edge of the bed as he stands, using as much force as he can to fuck into you, knowing he probably should go gentler for your first time, but he can't help himself.
“oh my god, rafe!” you squirm, hands seeking to grip onto something until you settle for one hand over his, the one securely holding your waist, while your other hand fists in his sheets.
rafe pushes his thumb against your clit, determined to make you cum quickly for the first time you're together, not knowing that you're already sensitive from cumming earlier in the day.
“p-please.” you whine out. you're not even sure what you're pleading for as tears well in your eyes from the pure pleasure of how hard and good rafe is fucking you.
“you close baby?” he coos out, a smirk gracing his features, seeing just how fucked out and lost in his cock you are.
“yeah.” you nod rapidly. “real close.”
rafe somehow manages to move faster, cock pushing into you at a rapid pace while his thumb flicks aggressively over your clit until your high breaks, back arching off the bed as your cunt pulses around rafes cock, triggering his own orgasm as he buries himself to the hilt, cumming deep inside of you, wishing there wasn't the barrier of the condom so he could truly flood you.
rafe collapses forward against you, both breathing heavily. he pulls out carefully but doesn't move enough to discard his condom yet, letting his cock soften against your lower stomach.
“that was really good.” you admit shyly.
rafe smiles gently then kisses you, hands gently petting your sides, before moving down to your thighs, rubbing and making sure you're relaxed.
“i have to get back to sarah.” you say with a pout.
“shit, you're right.” rafe frowns, standing straight and pulling the condom off, tossing it in the trash before readjusting his underwear to cover himself.
“come here.” you reach your arms out, giving rafe another kiss before you do up your robe and stand with slightly wobbly legs.
“y/n.” rafe says, cupping your cheek before you head towards the door. “im serious about taking you out on a date.”
“i know.” you giggle softly, getting on your tiptoes to give him a final goodnight kiss before slipping away, thankful sarah is still fast asleep when you make it back inside her room.
--
“i lost it.” sarah whispers to you, a genuine smile on her face.
“oh my god!” you whisper-scream, noting the way several of the older people scattered around turn to look at you.
“with topper?” you question, tugging sarah away from the crowd.
“no.” she admits shyly. “with uh… with someone else.”
“girl, who?” you ask, finding a random empty room in the country club and stepping inside.
“i can't say-”
“holy shit, is it john b?” your eyes widen and judging by sarahs reaction, you figured out the right person.
you knew about john b staying at tanneyhill, it's why you've been avoiding it lately and not seeing sarah as much. you didn't mind john b, but prefered to keep your distance, especially since ward was only looking after him because he had charges brought against him that ward was able to help out with.
“isn't he dangerous?”
“no.” she shakes her head quickly, a blush ghosting over her face as she smiles. “he's… the sweetest guy. and so funny.”
“but didn't he…” you trail off.
“oh, no.” she shakes her head rapidly again. “he's innocent. he was falsely accused, that's why dad took him in.”
“okay…” you shrug. “as long as you're happy girl, ill support you.”
“this is why you're my best friend.” sarah says, wrapping her arms around your shoulders, pulling you in for a tight hug. “thanks for helping me with everything. i felt so confident when we finally did it.”
“yeah, im gonna need details.” you giggle. you should tell sarah that you lost it to, but the excitement sparking in her eye makes you hesitate.
--
you frown as you walk into tanneyhill, looking around for sarah before you bump into rafe, literally, as you round a corner not hearing is footsteps and crash straight into him.
“shit.” rafe curses, hands coming to your shoulders, looking you up and down. “you okay?”
“mhm.” you nod. “i just don't know where sarah is. i texted her and she didn't respond and she's not here.”
“she's probably with that pogue.” rafe frowns, shaking his head slightly from side to side. “but now that you're here…”
you can't help the smile that spreads over your cheeks. “what about that date you promised me on?” you question. you've slept with rafe several times since that first night, but whenever you made plans to go out, things got interrupted, either by ward or sarah.
“ill take you wherever you want to go, princess.” rafe slings his arm around your shoulder, leading you out towards the door. you didn't prepare for a date, but it's not like rafe hasn't seen practically every dress in your closet.
“how about just to dinner?” you loop your arm around his back, resting your hand on his waist. “i want you.”
rafe throws his head back in a laugh. “someone is needy.”
ever since you stopped also getting off with sarah since she got serious with john b, you've relied solely on rafe to fulfill your urges.
it feels more natural than being with sarah, but at the same time more serious. you're thinking something could genuinely come out of your time with rafe, whereas you know sarah was only there for experimenting, for fun.
dinner goes by smoother than you could have imagined, rafe on his best behavior to impress you, taking extra care in doing every gentlemanly thing possible, whether it's opening doors for you or pulling out your chair, even going as far as to tell the waiter your order, already knowing your preferences and that you don't like talking to strangers.
by the time you get back to tanneyhill, you're giggly and anxious to get alone with rafe. what you don't expect is to see sarah standing there in the hallway, eyes wide as she sees the way rafe has you tucked against him.
“sarah, let me explain.” you say, but she turns away and runs to her room before you can get another word out.
“baby, just let her go-” rafe says, but you're already chasing after her.
“ill be back, promise!” you call as you dash up the stairs, managing to make it into sarahs room before she locks the door.
“seriously?” she shouts. “of all people, you sleep with my brother?”
“sarah…” you say cautiously, seeing how upset she is, how fast her chest is heaving up and down. “we just had our first date. it just… came out of nowhere. i really like him though. its not that different than you and john b.”
“dont bring him up right now.” she hisses out. “this is different! you were messing around with me and my brother?”
“no!” you lie. you know its wrong, but theres no way sarah would ever find out you were sleeping with both of them, and you want to preserve her feelings as much as you can. “this was our first date tonight. we haven’t done anything, but sarah-” you make sure shes looking at you, making eye contact. “we will. and you have to be okay with that, just like i was okay with you getting with john b.”
sarah lets out a deep sighs before nodding. “im sorry. you’re right. i just… i just liked having both of you. i know we were just experimenting, but it felt so good to be close to you like that.”
you move forward, wrapping your arms around her shoulders in a tight hug. “you’re always gonna have me, sarah. that’s what best friends are for.”
“i love you.” she says honestly. “youre a great friend, i was just… shocked.”
“its okay.” you say honestly. “hes your brother, we fooled around, youre allowed to be weirded out.”
“why don’t you take a few days? ill leave you be and you can just… adjust.” you know this won’t be the end of your friendship, youre too close, gone through too much.
“thank you.” sarah squeezes you back. “ill talk to you soon.”
“take your time.” you say, hesitating slightly before pressing a kiss against her lips. she may be with a guy now, and you may be with rafe, but that’ll never change what you’ve done.
you turn to leave, to allow sarah to process her emotions in peace when she calls out to you. “y/n?”
you turn back around to look, a soft smile on your face that quickly turns into a laugh as she says “can you and rafe just not be too loud? i dont need to hear you banging.”
--
“rafe?” you whisper, stepping into his room to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, head hung low. “hey, rafe.”
“please, just go.” rafe sighs, looking up at you. thats when you see the tears in his eyes, not yet running down his cheeks, but gathering there like dew drops on grass.
“its okay.” he waves his hand. “you’re leaving me, i get it. leaving for her just like everyone else does.”
“what?” you question, shutting the door behind you and locking it.
“im not leaving you. i came back because sarah is fine. im not gonna give up what we have.” you cross quickly to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him forward, allowing his face to press into your stomach.
rafe wraps his arms around your thighs, letting out a sigh of relief as he presses a kiss against your tummy, over the sweatshirt that you’re wearing that's actually his, given to you after the sun and temperature dropped.
“come here, please.” rafe tugs at your hand as you move to straddle him, sitting on his lap as rafes mouth finds yours, lips moving over yours softly, allowing you to relax into the sweet kiss and into his body, slumping against his chest.
“i want you.” you whisper against his lips. “i want you bare. no condom.”
“baby, your birth control doesn’t start yet-”
“i dont care. ill take a plan b in the morning. i want you inside me, please rafey.”
rafe nods quickly, he’s certainly not going to argue when he’s been waiting so long to fill you up.
“whatever you want, baby.” he’s determined in that moment to give you absolutely everything you ask for, from this point on.
rafe moves, easily picking you up to lay you on your back on the bed. his mouth captures yours and doesn’t leave it as his hands move over your body, cupping your breasts, pressing against your waist, and then disappearing under your clothes.
he only breaks the kiss to allow your sweatshirt and shirt to be removed, pulling it over your head and tossing it away. as much as rafe longs to wrap his lips around your nipple, he keeps his mouth on yours and settles for his fingers and hands to toy with your chest.
rafe works his pants off and then yours, pressing his body down as your thighs spread, wrapping your legs around his waist as he grinds into you.
“i-i need you so bad baby.” rafe hates to admit that his cock is painfully hard, straining out to have you.
“you have me.” you whisper against his lips, tugging your underwear to the side as you pull his cock out. you don’t even care to undress any further, rubbing his cock through your folds before letting go when you line him up with your entrance.
rafe pushes in slowly, carefully, like hes giving you a chance to change your mind. when you just let out a moan, he begins to speed up. despite his thrusts being fast and hard, theres a gentleness to it, an air of romance as he takes you.
his hands travel all over your body, like hes trying to memorize every inch of you with his palms.
you’re thankful for rafes lips against yours, swallowing your moans as you think of sarah sitting in her room, processing her best friend sleeping with her brother. the best friend that she had her first sexual experience with, now on the verge of cumming thanks to rafes cock.
“close. are you sure you want me inside?” rafe asks. you nod quickly. “please, want you to fill me up.”
“you got it baby.” rafe grunts as he moves. you feel his cock swell inside of you and your eyes widen, not used to the feeling as his cum begins to pump into you, filling you to the brim as rafe moans above you.
“you okay?” rafe asks, his chest heaving, high still working through his body, but wanting to reassure you.
“yeah.” you lean up to kiss him. “so good.”
--
“what did you tell him?” sarah asks.
rafe walks in with a smile on his face, but it quickly drops when john b steps through the other entrance.
“that we were going on a double date, i didn’t say with who.” you giggle. “what did you tell john b?”
“just to meet me here for dinner.” sarah shrugs. your boyfriend's don't have to get along, but they at least need to be decent enough to each other to not care when you and sarah hang out.
“oh shit.” you both stand quickly from your booths, making your way over to your respected partners.
“baby-” you warn him.
“fuck no.” he crosses his arms. “im not doing on a double date with my sister and that prick.”
“yes you are. because im asking you very nicely and ill give you head in the car on the way home.” you place your hands on his chest, a pleading look in your eye as your bottom lip sticks out.
“fine.” rafe grunts out. “but im not gonna pretend to be nice to him.”
the restaurant thankfully doesn't explode into a fight, but rafe and john b barely mutter a single word, which is fine by you and sarah as you spend the entire time gossiping before parting ways. you leave with rafe while she gets into the twinkie.
“thanks for being such a good boyfriend.” you say, bending over the center console to give rafe a kiss on the cheek. “now do you want me to suck you off in the parking lot, or while you drive us home?”
“while i drive so i can fuck you as soon as we're back.” rafe grunts out.
rafe cums twice down your throat in the drive back home, but he's still not satisfied as he drags you up to his room, not even allowing you to do anything other than give rose a quick wave in form of a greeting before rushing up the stairs.
“you're lucky i love you, i wanted to punch that fucking pogue in the face.” rafe grunts out as he starts tearing away your clothing. he notices you standing completely still and stops, wondering if he pushed things too far.
“you just said you love me.”
rafe blinks, realizing that the words did slip. “of course i love you.”
you let out a loud whine before wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “you love me! my rafey baby has gone so soft, omg!”
“okay, you're being ridiculous and im trying to fuck you.” rafe rolls his eyes dramatically as you coo and pinch at his cheeks until he swats your hands away.
you allow rafe to push you back onto the bed as you stare up at him with a smile on your face. “hey.” you tap his cheek, slightly blushed red from embarrassment of letting the words slip. “i love you too.”
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𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 (oneshot)
Pairing: Sarah Cameron x Reader
Summary: In which you and Sarah share a secret kiss while hanging out alone in your room, complicating both of your relationships with John B.
Warnings: sarah cheats on john b with reader, explicit language, fluff, smut, secret relationship, friends to lovers, this set after ward blew himself up, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, fingering, oral sex, grinding/tribbing, nipple play
Words: 2,617
a/n: guys is it bad to sleep with your best friend when your boyfriend is being a douche and didn't comfort you after you watched your dad die? but seriously there needs to be more sarah fics on here, y'all sleeping on her
((not proofread because i'm lazy and rereading stuff I write makes me cringe for some reason))
Outer Banks Masterlist | Main Masterlist
The sun had just set over OBX, casting an orange glow across the sandy beaches. Inside the your families beach house, Sarah lay sprawled across your bed, half-watching some cheesy rom-com on the little TV in your room.
"Ugh, I can't watch this anymore," Sarah groaned, grabbing the remote and flicking through channels aimlessly. She was grateful for you trying to cheer her up after the traumatic events of the past few days, but she just wasn't in the mood for happy endings right now.
You glanced over from where you sat braiding friendship bracelets on the floor. "Yeah, I'm not really feeling it either," you said with a sympathetic smile. You tied off the bracelet and scooted up onto the bed next to Sarah.
Sarah clicked off the TV and flopped back onto the pile of pillows with a dramatic sigh. "I just keep replaying it all in my head, you know? Like maybe if I had done something differently…" Her voice trailed off as she stared up at the ceiling fan swirling above you guys.
You reached over and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "It's not your fault, Sarah. There's nothing you could have done."
Sarah turned her head to look at you, her brown eyes glistening. In the soft glow of the bedside lamp, You looked so beautiful and comforting that Sarah suddenly felt the urge to kiss you. Before she could talk herself out of it, she leaned in and pressed her lips to yours.
Your eyes went wide in surprise before slowly closing as you kissed Sarah back tentatively. After a few seconds, you broke apart, blushing wildly.
"Um, wow," you breathed, biting your lip. "So that just happened."
Sarah let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah, sorry, I guess I'm just feeling extra emotional and impulsive tonight. I've always thought you were really pretty though." She grinned sheepishly.
You laughed and playfully hit Sarah with a pillow. "Oh so that's how it is, huh? Taking advantage of me in my own bedroom?"
Sarah dramatically flipped her hair. "I mean, can you blame me? Have you seen this hair?"
You both dissolved into giggles, the tension instantly broken. No matter what else was going on in your lives, you always had each other. And maybe this was the beginning of something more.
“What about John B?” you asked, putting the bracelet on Sarah’s hand.
Sarah sighed, twisting the new bracelet around her wrist. "John B…I don't know. He's been so caught up in everything with his dad and the gold, it's like he doesn't even see me anymore. I miss how things used to be between us."
She looked up at you. "But then there's this…" she gestured between you guys. "This connection we have. I've never felt this way about another girl before."
You nodded, a worried crease forming between your brows. "I know what you mean. I care about John B, but I also care about you." you bit your lip. "Maybe we should keep this between us for now? At least until we figure things out.”
Sarah considered it for a moment then nodded slowly. “Yeah, you’re probably right. No need to complicate things even more.” She linked her pinky with yours. “This can be our little secret.”
You smiled, hooking your pinky with Sarah’s. “Our secret,” you repeated.
Sarah leaned in conspiratorially. “So should we pick up where we left off before we were so rudely interrupted by your question?” you teased.
You giggled and closed the distance once more, your lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss.
Sarah lifts your shirt over your head, exposing your bare chest. She runs her hands up your sides, caressing your soft skin as she kisses down your neck. You let out a soft gasp, tangling your fingers in Sarah's blonde hair.
"Sarah…" you breathe out, your heart pounding as Sarah's hands continue to explore your body. You feel a growing heat between your legs, this new intimacy with Sarah awakening desires you never knew you had. Sarah kisses lower, trailing her lips down your collarbone, then takes a hard nipple into her mouth. You moan, arching your back off the bed at the sensation.
Sarah lifts her head to look into your eyes, her own darkened with lust. She reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, then tosses it aside. Sarah sits back on her knees to admire your naked form, a smirk playing on her kiss-swollen lips.
"You're so fucking beautiful," she says throatily before leaning down to capture your lips once more. As your tongues meet, Sarah reaches down to undo the button on your shorts, her hand slipping beneath the waistband. You gasp into Sarah's mouth at the intimate touch, your hips bucking involuntarily. You never felt more alive than in this moment with Sarah, every nerve-ending tingling with anticipation.
Sarah's fingers dip lower, finding slick heat that makes you cry out. She strokes slowly at first, learning what makes you whimper and moan.
As Sarah's fingers work between your legs, you feel pleasure building within your core. Your breathing comes faster, soft moans escaping with each circular stroke of Sarah's fingers over your slick, swollen clit. Your hips rock uncontrollably, pushing yourself against Sarah's hand as your arousal grows.
Sarah watches your face, taking in every flutter of your eyelids, every gasp and whimper. She slides two fingers lower, teasing your entrance before pushing them inside. You cry out at the penetration, panting Sarah's name over and over. Sarah thrusts her fingers slowly at first, then faster as your inner walls clench tight around them.
The coil of tension in your belly winds tighter and tighter until suddenly it snaps, your orgasm crashing over you in waves of euphoria. Your back arches off the bed, a string of curses and Sarah's name on your lips as you come undone.
Sarah pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, her own bright with exhilaration and desire. She runs her fingers through your tousled hair and grins, trailing her hand down your body. She slips her fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts again, raising an eyebrow in question.
You bit your lip and nodded, lifting your hips so Sarah can slide your shorts and underwear off. Sarah tosses them aside, then settles between your parted thighs, kissing a path up your inner leg. You shiver in anticipation, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch. When Sarah's mouth finally finds your pussy, you gasp, your head falling back against the pillows.
Sarah hums in satisfaction at your reaction, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure through you. She uses her tongue to explore your slick folds, quickly finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that makes you cry out and clutch at the sheets. Sarah focuses her attention there, alternating between broad laps of her tongue and tight circles around your clit.
Your soon panting and writhing beneath her. "Oh god, Sarah…feels so good…" you moan. The coil of tension winds tight once more until you shatter again with a sharp cry, your thighs clamping around Sarah's head as you come. Sarah works you through it with soft licks, not stopping until you go limp with satisfaction.
Your moans fill the room as straddles you and slips off her underwear, your bodies coming together in a tantalizing display of desire. The slickness of your wetness creates friction that sends shivers of pleasure through both of you. Sarah's core radiates heat, igniting a fire within you that can't be quenched.
Your hands greedily explore Sarah's sides, eager to feel every inch of her. You grab onto Sarah's ass, pulling her closer, urging her to grind harder against your throbbing clit. Sarah leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that leaves you both breathless. Your tongues dance and entwine, a passionate tango of desire. The taste of your shared arousal fill your mouths, fueling your hunger for each other.
Your hips move in perfect harmony, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. Sarah's grinding against your clit, your clits rubbing together in a rhythm that drives you both wild. The wetness between your legs acts as a lubricant, allowing your movements to become even more intense, more intimate.
You arch your back, offering your breasts to Sarah's hungry mouth. Sarah eagerly takes the invitation, capturing a nipple between her lips, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. The sensation shoots electric sparks of pleasure straight to your core.
With one final, powerful thrust, Sarah's body shudders with pleasure. She cries out, her climax washing over her in a wave of bliss that crashes through her entire being. Her walls clench around nothing but the air, her core pulsating with every release.
Your own release follows closely behind, your body convulsing in waves of pleasure. The intense sensations ripple through you, causing you to grip onto Sarah tightly, your bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace. You both ride out the waves of your orgasms together, matching each other's moans and gasps.
When you finally break apart your both are flushed and beaming. Sarah's fingers gently stroke your face as you kiss languidly, softly.
"Was that okay?" Sarah asks after a moment, suddenly shy.
You smile, pulling Sarah down for another lingering kiss. "More than okay," you assure her. Sarah grins, nuzzling into your neck.
Sarah smiles contentedly and lays her head on on your chest, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat as it returns to normal. She feels a sense of peace and belonging that she hasn't felt in a long time. Here with you, away from the chaos and tragedy of the outside world, Sarah can simply be. No expectations, no pretending - just two souls connecting on the most intimate level.
Sarah traces lazy circles on your bare stomach as you lay entwined. She thinks about how rapidly her feelings have shifted - from seeing you only as a friend, to suddenly being unable to resist her. It feels natural though, not scary or confusing like her past crushes on boys. With you it just feels…right.
Eventually your lips find each other again, the kisses growing heated once more. You roll yourselves over so you're the one on top, straddling Sarah's hips. You look down at Sarah with hungry eyes as you slowly grind against her. Sarah gasps at the delicious friction, gripping your hips.
"Now it's my turn," you say in a low voice that sends a jolt of arousal straight between Sarah's legs. You reach down and tugs at the hem of Sarah's shirt. "Take this off."
Sarah complies, pulling her shirt up over her head and tossing it aside. You make quick work of her bra too until Sarah is laid bare before her. Your admiring gaze roams over Sarah's body, making her shiver with anticipation, you capture one of Sarah's nipples between your lips.
Sarah cries out, arching up into your warm mouth. As you lavishes attention on her breasts, Sarah is reduced to a writhing, moaning mess beneath your ministrations. This is even better than she imagined as she lets you take full control.
You kiss your way down Sarah's trembling body until your mouth replaces your fingers between Sarah's legs. Sarah closes her eyes, crying out your name as a slick tongue explores her slick folds. She reaches down to tangle her fingers in your hair, urgent moans spilling from her lips.
"Y/N, I'm close…" she pants out. The coil of tension winding tighter and tighter within her finally snaps as she comes undone under your tongue.
You take Sarah into your arms. You exchange soft, languid kisses as Sarah catches her breath.
"Wow…" is all Sarah can say, still reeling.
You grin, kissing the tip of her nose. "I'd say we're pretty good at this secret relationship thing so far."
Sarah laughs. "I'd say so too. But we should probably keep practicing, just to be sure." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.
You smirk, pulling Sarah in for another deep kiss. "I like the way you think."
Your lips meet again, both of you giddy with the exciting newness of exploring each other. For now, you’re content to stay lost in your little bubble of bliss, putting your troubles aside for a stolen moment of passion and release.
Sarah sighs contentedly, her body still tingling from her intimacy with you. She strokes your hair softly as you lie tangled together on the bed.
After a few peaceful moments, Sarah props herself up on one elbow to look down at you. "Not that I want this to end, but won't your parents be back soon?" she asks.
You glance at the clock on your nightstand and grimaces. "Yeah, probably. As much as I'd love to keep going…" You trail a hand suggestively down Sarah's side.
Sarah shivers at your touch. "Later," she promises with a grin. She gives you one last lingering kiss before reluctantly climbing off the bed to gather her scattered clothes.
As Sarah gets dressed, you sit up and wrap the blanket around yourself. You watch Sarah wistfully, not quite ready to burst this intimate bubble you’ve created. But the approaching sound of a boat motor outside makes the decision for you.
"Coming?" Sarah asks from the bedroom doorway, now fully dressed. Her cheeks are still flushed, lips swollen from kisses.
You sigh. "Yeah, be right there." As Sarah disappears down the hall, you take a moment to collect yourself. You press her fingers to your lips, Sarah's taste still lingering. Your heart flutters thinking about what just transpired between you too.
With a giddy smile, you get up to get dressed. You rejoin Sarah in the living room just as the front door opens and your parents walk in, loaded down with gear from their fishing trip. If they notice your matching blushes and shy glances, they don't say anything.
"Are you staying for dinner, Sarah?" your mom asks as she heads for the kitchen. "I'll throw some fish on the grill."
Sarah catches your eye, an impish look on her face. "I'd love to," she says sweetly. Under the table, she squeezes your hand, your secret.
The you too sat close together on the worn couch in your living room after dinner, shoulders touching. Your parents had retreated outside to the back deck, giving you some privacy. Sarah turned to you, looking into your eyes. She still couldn't believe what had transpired between you too earlier that evening.
"So…that happened," Sarah said with a small smile, cheeks flushing pink.
You nodded, biting your lip. You reached over and gave Sarah's hand a gentle squeeze. "It did. And as crazy as it sounds, it felt…right."
Sarah let out a soft laugh, interlacing your fingers. "I know, I feel the same way! I mean, I never expected this, but being with you just feels so natural."
She glanced down bashfully. "I know things with John B are complicated right now. But he's been pulling away, and you've been there for me. You make me feel safe and happy even during the worst moments."
You lifted Sarah's hand to your lips, kissing it softly. "You deserve to feel safe and happy, Sarah. I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens with John B. And if this-" you gestured between you too "-is something you want to explore, I'm open to it."
Sarah's heart swelled with affection. She leaned in and captured your lips in a sweet, lingering kiss.
"Then let's explore," she murmured against your mouth. You smiled into the kiss, twining your arms around Sarah's neck to pull her closer.
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Girlfriends
TW: smut. Girl x girl. Language.
SUMMARY: Cheating on your boyfriends with each other.
WORD COUNT: 700
Girlfriends
could you please do a sarah cameron x fem!pogue!reader smut imagine where they've been hooking up for a while behind their bf's backs? ( sarah is dating Topper and reader is dating either JJ or Pope ) and they knows it wrong, but they can't help it.
Girlfriends
To anyone who saw you, you were the closest of friends. Sharing everything from clothes to secrets. She was the dutiful girlfriend to Topper as the expected blossoming relationship between Kooks as you were to JJ. But once alone, you were the epitome of forbidden in every sense.
"Sarah!" You gasped. "We have to stop..." Her fingers made perfect circles over your clit through your suit. Despite the objection, your palms rested on the bed behind you and you rode against her hand as she watched you find pleasure in her touch.
"You want me to stop?"
"No..." You groaned as she moved faster.
"You're soaking through your suit for me..."
"Fuuuucckkk..."
"Faster?" You nodded, clutching her wrist. "I wanted to make you come right out there...the way you were looking at me..."
"We can't..."
"But you want to..." You bobbed your head in desperate agreement. "You're already so close..."
"Shit, Sarah...I wanna feel you..."
"Like last time?" You nodded as she was quick to chuckle and remove her own swim bottoms as you mirrored her actions.
"This is so wrong..." You moaned as she began to rock against you, a vibrator set against the two of you as you both rode into it from this angle. Her feet planted beside your elbows as yours sat the same, looks of pleasure cast on both of your faces as you took turns at each other's breasts.
"Then why are you so wet? I can feel you dripping down our little toy..." She teased you.
"Because I can't stop..."
"Me neither...I think about you when Top goes down on me like you do...it's the only way I can come..." She confessed as you thrust harder. "YES!" She moaned aloud as your eyes flashed to the door.
"I imagine you when JJ fingers me..." Her fingers brushed over your clit as your mouth pulled to a large O.
"I love watching you feel good...I love that it's because of me..." You threw the toy down on the bed and kissed her. Your tongue ravaging her mouth as you continued to rock your naked pussy against her own.
"You imagine me?" You asked as you teased her lower lips. "Maybe you shouldn't have to..." You moved between her legs, using the vibrator between your own, as you made good on your words. She weaved her fingers carefully through your hair, pulling when you made her close.
"I love how you edge me..." She breathed while relaxing the recent arch of her back.
"Yeah?" You pulled the vibrator from your thighs and brought it to her clit.
"You like that, Sarah?" She began shaking biting her bottom lip, as you increased the speed.
"Fuuuucckkk...."
"Come for me...I love watching you come..."
"Sit on my face...I wanna make you come too..." You obeyed, taking your position as she pulled you wide.
"Fuck!" You belted before feasting between her legs. Every slip of your tongue rivaled her own as some sort of sexual chicken to see who could come first. Her hips began to buck first as you moaned louder.
"You're gonna make me come!" She warned. "It's gonna be-" She silenced to this as you pulled her against your face.
"Yeeeesss!" You hissed to the arrival of your own orgasm. But as she was coming down, from hers, she pressed the vibrator to your clit s you jolted to your back. Her pussy resting on the other side of the bulbous head.
"Again....I need more..."
"Fuck, Sarah..."
"Yes...YES!" Her beautiful face crafted in perfect pleasure as you were quick to fall apart for her again. The mix of cum staining the vibrator as you pulled her down for a soft kiss.
"We have to stop..." You explained before she nodded.
"I know..." But as you looked at each other, you wanted more. She shared this, climbing beneath you as you played with her breasts.
"But I can't stop..."
"Then don't..." You moaned as you slipped two fingers inside of her. Finding her ready for yet another orgasm. One you were all too happy to offer.
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hello! could we maybe get some more sarah cameron where the reader is a bit of a hardass, but has a soft spot for sarah — and maybe jj & kiara? the reader is pope’s older brother, so he’s always on pope’s ass for something he did or whatever 🤷. reader is always getting into it with john b because (you can make up whatever) so he steers clear of him, but has to hang out with him during the pogue parties and whatnot. sarah sees the tension, so she’s a buffer and always know ways to calm the reader’s mind - even just glancing to the reader would subdue him for now.
been loving the writing! hope you’re doing alright and staying safe!
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 || 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧
"𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯' 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯' 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶
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𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳"
Inspo: Russ - ALL TO YOU
Keshi - UNDERSTAND
Pairing: Sarah Cameron x Black!Male!reader
Summary: She completed your character...
Warnings: Angst, Haphephobia, fluff, soft smut, bot!reader, top!Sarah Cameron, praise kink, and some fluff.
Words: 5311
DNI IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18!
When Sarah first saw you, she knew that you weren’t like the Pogues at all.
Being the big brother to Pope, you picked up the slack where he fumbled. It had begun to almost become a job for you whenever they showed up at the shop. Scooping Pope up from doing his chores, leaving you yelling and threatening your brother of the consequences.
“Oh, I hope to God that you aren’t about to leave all this shit to me and Dad!” You followed your brother down the dock, hot on your little brother’s heels. Able to spot the HMS Pogue at the end with the same group all occupying the vessel. “Show some damn respect and turn to me when I’m talking to you!
“I promise you I’ll pick up your chores next week,” Pope promised half-heartedly over his shoulder. “There’s this thing going on in Figure Eight. I need to go-”
Before he could continue or step onto the boat, Pope’s arm was grasped and he was yanked away. Forcefully turned to face you and he could finally see the annoyance written on your expression. But to be fair, when weren’t you angry at him? There seemed to be always something for you to be pissed about when it related to him. And having to be put under it since his return home wasn’t exactly the “welcome home” surprise he thought he would get.
“You think I give a shit about what is going on over there?” You barked. “You threw away your scholarship for doing this shit.” You slapped his chest harshly, eliciting a grunt from the young man, rubbing the spot tenderly. “So, you can earn your keep by doing what is asked of you. First: clean this dock.”
Pope pursed his lips. “I have to go-”
Once again, you interrupted him, but you didn’t speak. Grabbing his collar was enough to send the message for him to shut up. But it made the occupiers of the boat finally step in. “Yo, Y/n! Hey, man. You want a sip?” JJ lifted a beer, wiggling it in his grasp as if it would hypnotize you and force you to just forget what made you angry in the first place.
Sparing a glance, you looked back at your brother and let him go. Step toward the blonde and grab the drink and twist the cap off with the assistance of your calloused palms. “What are you guys doing down there anyway? You know people are still pissy about what happened.”
When they got back, they were welcomed back with open arms for discovering the mystery of the treasure. But Kooks still looked down on them and were even jealous. So, your brother's protection was priority number 1. Behind him was him earning his room back after leaving OBX and going missing for so long.
“But when has that ever stopped us?” Kiara questioned, smiling up at you from her spot beside JJ. “I mean, you know us. When have we ever listened to what’s in our best interest?”
You snickered, glancing between the pair. Noticing their interlocked hands. Glancing amongst the other teens, you took notice of Pope’s girlfriend, Kleo. Sweet girl. One that could keep Pope in line when you weren’t there to it yourself. Then Sarah Cameron, who hadn’t removed her eyes from you since she saw you. And you couldn’t quite decipher if she was judging you or something else.
Back when you were their age, you had your own run-ins with the Camerons. Rafe was primarily being a pain in your ass, but Ward was as much of an asshole as his deluded son. So, some part of you had been skeptical when Sarah joined the Pogues. Yet, you knew she was just as responsible as the two other girls.
Then there was John B. A thorn in your side since Pope met him. Pulling each member into problems they didn’t need to get into. The treasure, the mystery of Big John somehow being alive, Ward Cameron–There were too many reasons for you to hate him. And you weren’t afraid of letting it be known to everyone.
For two Pogues from the Cut to hate each other was a very rare occurrence. Rarely did people go to parties and end up witnessing two kids from around the same neighbourhood seeking to kill each other. But for you and John B, there was bad blood. Too much to even keep count.
“John B.”
“Y/n.”
You sipped your drink, staring at the boy. You allowed the tension to build, swallowing the liquid with a hum, and smacking your lips. “I’m guessing you’re pulling them all into this one?”
He forced a smile, leaning against the helm with a smug look on his face as he waved his hand. “They all came willingly,” he countered. “I don’t need to strong-arm them like you do with Pope.”
A deep chuckle fell from your lips as you stared down at your drink. Pope wanted to speak up. He wanted to de-escalate the situation from becoming a full-out brawl that would enable his father to step out and break it up. But he knew better than to step in your path when it came to this rivalry you had with John B. Everyone knew that.
Sniffling softly, you looked up at the boy for a long moment before you tossed the glass bottle at him. It caused everyone to sigh, stepping out of the path with Sarah glancing around in confusion. The looks on their faces; annoyance. It seemed like they knew the drill when it came to something like this except for her.
Sure, she knew had heard faint conversations relating to your existence. You were a hothead. Quick to jump the gun if your mind wasn’t fixated on something. It resulted in you getting expelled from school and being sent to juvie for 7 months. But from what Kiara told her, it just seemed to make your outbursts more regular than normal.
But her cluelessness and lack of just letting two guys fight it out showed when John B grabbed the bottle and pulled his arm back, making her jump up into action. “John B, stop!” But before she could restrict his arm, he whipped it at you. You raised your arm, the bottle coincidentally hitting your watch, causing the bottle to shatter. Glass shards delving deep into your coffee bean-toned skin. Sarah stared at the injuries in shock, face twisting in anger as she turned her eyes toward John B. “What the fuck, John B?”
Despite the injuries and the faint pinch of pain, you growled in annoyance. “Well, I’ll tell you what, JB.” You scanned your arm, plucking the tiny shards from your skin, plucking them out with a grunt. “I’m surprised your Dad didn’t teach you how to fight before he died. Raised a real brat.”
That was enough for John B to finally move from the helm. Damn near launching himself off the boat at you. But Sarah and JJ were quick to stop him, restraining him and pulling back.
Whenever it came to either you or John B, insults were almost limitless. He insulted your inability to get into the military because of your mental issues. And you weren’t afraid to mention that maybe his mother, who abandoned him, would’ve done better than his pitiful excuse of a father. Usually, a group of guys could joke like that and know there wasn’t anything malicious. But John B had enough reasons to hate you and you felt the same for him. There wasn’t any room for respect to be held for you two.
And everyone in the group was used to it now. From the countless bickering matches to the fist fights that have occurred. They genuinely had lost all hope of stopping either of you. Sarah, this being her first time experiencing it, was so lost and bewildered by such childish emotions.
Clearing your voice, you glanced at her for a moment. It had only been a moment. But it felt a whole lot longer than that. She could see the e/c in your eyes that glowed brightly under the warm glow of the sun. The faint bristles of facial hair rose from your jaw and a scar that ran over the right side of your top and bottom lip. It was narrow like a blade had glided over the plump mounds. It suited you.
“Sarah, can I talk to you for a moment?” Her being called upon made her blink a few times. Shaking from her daze, glancing at Kiara who understood and took her place in holding John B back. Whispering hushed words in an attempt to calm her friend down.
Hopping off the boat, she walked to where you stood by your brother, hands on your hips. It broadened your shoulders and made you stand taller and wider in the stance. “I need you to keep an eye on this little shit, alright-”
“I’m not a child, man!” Pope whined, slapping your finger that was pressed to his forehead.
“Bullshit!” You laughed. “I’m not letting you go missing again. In return, I’ll take up your offer. All my chores are yours next week. I don’t care if pissy pants over there needs you, you do my shit. Or your ass is 6 feet underneath.” Pope pursed his lips, seeming to contemplate whether the decision was good. It made you flick his ear, making him yelp, groaning in pain. “Got it?”
“Yeah. Yeah, yeah.” Pope waved you off, stepping onto the HMS Pogue and taking his spot beside Kleo.
Which left you to look down at Sarah. “Keep him, Kiara, JJ, and Kleo out of trouble, alright? I don’t know if you are dating John B still, but I don’t trust him after everything,” you explained, huffing a breath with your hands finding their places on your hips.
Yet, through the simple request, she couldn’t help but think of your well-being. “Are you alright?” She motioned toward the wounds on your arm, slowly leaking droplets of blood that seeped through the cracks of your skin.
She attempted to reach out, fingertips just barely brushing against your skin before you recoiled. You clenched your jaw, Adam’s apple bobbing as you kept her gaze. “Just keep an eye on them, alright?” As you were about to make your way back to the shop, you stopped short and turned to her. Leaning down and whisper, “And it isn’t nice to stare, Sarah Cameron.”
And she wasn’t given a chance to respond or make up an excuse because you were already marching up the dock toward the shop. Likely to pick up the work Pope left for you.
That was the first encounter Sarah had with you. But as more time went by and the more the two of you interacted with one another, she learned more about what type of person you were. You were an easily aggravated person. In certain cases, she found it adorable. Especially when she scolded you, hearing you grumble in annoyance, but follow her order.
Your presence and attendance at parties became more common than the occasional task of keeping an eye on your brother, an order given by your parents. You came voluntarily but spent most of your time sitting with Kiara and JJ, sharing some quiet hushed talk. Those were the only moments Sarah saw you smile. Where you finally showed a side of you that she wasn’t entirely used to.
Tonight, that was no different. The Boneyard was filled with kids from either side of the island. You were leaning against a log, listening to some conversation happening with some guys that you guessed were some of your friends. They all looked to be around your age, same work-worn expressions from hard labour. Yet, out of all of them, they didn’t look as good as you.
In the few months of you accompanying the group, she had developed some sort of crush on you. The moments when you were too busy messing around with JJ, she liked to just stare. Take in the beauty that you were given. From the hardened features of your face, the glow of your skin under the sun and campfire, to the minor ticks you had. Like, when you were listening intently to a conversation, your lips parted and your tongue peeked out from between slightly. Or how you sometimes covered your mouth when you laughed. As if someone would judge how you looked when you showed such emotion.
These little things set you apart from any of the other guys she had encountered. When no one was paying attention, you were present. You looked up at the birds that flew past. You gave people you cared about the attention you wanted in return. You went to lengths to just chek in on someone. And she would know considering she saw you breaking down Kiara’s door to just ask if she felt alright when she was sick. Although that last one was a bit alarming, it showed a side of you that she wasn’t sure John B ever could consider.
And even now, being around people she knew you wouldn’t talk to in a normal setting, you gave them your attention. It was surprising to her.
“Are you just going to stare at him or actually make a move?” Kleo’s voice scared Sarah, eliciting a yelp of surprise from the girl.
“What the hell, Kleo?” Sarah said in exasperation. “You could’ve given me a heart attack.”
But the girl didn’t seem to show any type of remorse, nodding in your direction. “You going to do it or dance around it all day?”
Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat and looked toward you. Still in the depths of conversing with your friends. A faint smile presses to your lips as you lift your bottle of beer to your lips.
“Has he always been like that?” She inquired, glancing at her friend. “Like, any of the times you’ve had dinner with his and Pope’s parents?” She iterated.
Kleo stood there for a second, crossing her arms over her chest. The look of thought crossing over her face was apparent to Sarah. But when Kleo reach a response, she shrugged. “He was like this before Pope and I ever got together or even before you appeared in the Pogue's lives,” she responded, looking at the blonde. “Pope’s told me a lot about Y/n and his problems and I don’t blame him for being so damn hostile with John B, who in my opinion is completely deserving of it.”
That created more intrigue for Sarah who was already invested in whatever you gave away. When she first met you, she wanted to know more about your process in the military. But judging by John B using it as something to spit out at you, she guessed it was a sensitive topic. Or your repulsion from touch. You hated it. Even when Pope tried to do something brotherly to tease you like wrap his around your shoulders, you shoved him away willingly.
There were just a lot of question marks that surrounded you that Sarah wanted to pluck from the ground to get closer to you.
A commotion pulled Sarah from her thoughts. Spotting you standing behind a few of your friends with John B spouting out incoherent insults. But whatever he was saying was pissing you. Face twisting in anger as you tried to move around the growing crowd. Your entire goal was to attack John B who could barely stand on his own two feet.
It pulled a groan from Sarah’s chest. “Y/n!” Her voice made you snap your head up, looking in her direction. She raised a brow, lips slowly morphing into a smile. For a second, it made you release the tension in your arms. Allowing yourself to step back and try to exit the altercation and move in her direction.
But John B being drunk had to spout something that finally broke the restraint in you.
“Yeah, go to Sarah! We all know you need my ex to come save you, pussy!”
And you didn’t know if it was simply the fact that your ego was hit or that John B was so clueless, but you exploded. Sprinting and shoving people to try and get at the arrogant little shit. There were so many voices that it became just a jumbled scramble to try and stop you from killing the drunk Pogue.
But it was only Sarah appearing, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you away. And it was the shock that made it so easy for her to pull you back. It was the shock that allowed her to grab you by the hand and march you in the direction of where the vehicles were parked.
Listen, you were used to Sarah. Her voice, her presence, her energy- all of it! But her touch was something you weren’t accustomed to. It was a brief jumpstart to your heart that you hadn’t even believed you needed. But it got your blood flowing. It made you feel something other than the countless emotions flowing through his system. All of them aided by the consumption of alcohol. Yet, her soft hands seemed to melt through the fabric of your shirt and heat your body up. Its scalding warmth brought you down to reality and placed you in the present where you willingly held her hand and allowed her to guide you back to your car.
This wasn’t normal in any certain circumstance. You broke a kid’s arm in juvie for even grazing you with his finger. But she didn’t care. Then again, maybe it was just the morals and expectations of man that prevented you from reacting how you usually would. But you felt safe under her touch.
By the time the two of you got back to your Jeep, you had broken the physical contact and followed behind her a few steps. Wordlessly understanding that she might’ve stopped liking the party and silently requested you to take her home.
“Let’s go back to the Chateau,” she answered, discrediting your prior assumption. But you followed her order obediently. Putting the vehicle in drive and pulling from the make-shift parking lot made of dirt and sand.
The drive was slow and quiet. With the roof off and doors taken off, the wind nipped through the air and froze exposed pieces of skin. Yet, the stereo playing Frank Ocean, the moon hung high and gave a semblance of comfort amidst the disorder, it was perfect. And feeling Sarah’s eyes carefully take in your features, that familiar fuzziness in your chest formed bigger.
It was a tangle. Mixed emotions to mixed communication. You didn’t know what to think. You knew how you felt, but what did that mean to her? Did she share the same fondness and genuine attraction you had for her?
Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the constant thoughts. Or maybe it was you taking in reality for once. But you wiped your eyes, allowing the consoling strings of White Ferrari to take your mind elsewhere. Somewhere you allowed your imagination to run free with fantasies that felt more and more hypothetical.
Arriving at the Chateau, the two of you hopped out of the vehicle and made your way to the house. Sarah followed behind you, quietly wondering how you seemed to know your way around the premises. And when the two of you stepped on the deck, shutting the screen door, you motioned for her to take a seat on the couch out front. She listened, letting her gaze follow you through the window as you stepped over the garbage until you reached the fridge, grabbing two beers.
“I can’t understand how you even dated him,” was the first thing that slipped past your lips when you came back outside. Sarah’s face twisted in confusion and you collapsed in the open spot beside her. “What I mean is, you’re a rich girl. Hanging out with an arrogant, annoying, slimy, egotistical-”
“All right. All right, I get it.” She laughed. “But I dated him because I liked him. I guess as time went on, I realized that I dated him based on the fact that we were in the same situation and always together.”
You hummed. “So, you just kinda forced yourself into it? Seems kinda disingenuous.”
That earned a swift slap from Sarah, who blushed. But the action made you flinch, shifting away slightly. Sarah’s smile slightly faltered as she pointed at you. “That.”
Her one-word reply made you frown. “What?”
“That! What is that? Why don’t you like being touched?” She questioned.
No one had really asked you that. Truthfully, most people weren’t able to get close enough to pick up on your phobia. That or you hid it pretty well by fighting people. And although you can touch people, feeling other people touch you sent chills down your spine. Like a brand pressing to your skin and leaving their mark forever.
You’ve hated it since you were born.
Biting your bottom lip, you exhaled heavily. Head bowed slightly with a gentle sway of your body. “It’s called Haphephobia,” you muttered. “I-I can’t stand human touch.” You clenched your jaw, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I have no problem hurting someone, but anything else outside of that intention is impossible. I can’t hug my parents or brother. I can’t be intimate. I can’t comfort anyone. I-I can’t be normal.”
Sarah was quiet for a few moments, allowing the confession to sink in. Until she lifted her gaze from her beer to you. “Is that why you couldn’t do the army?”
That made you laugh, shaking your head. “Uh, no. That was actually just my psych evaluation. A lot goes on in my head and they didn’t see it as a chance they wanted to take,” you explained with a bittersweet tone.
You did seem a bit preoccupied in your thoughts a lot of the times you have spent with her and the pogues. Drifting off into open space along the bow of the HMS Pogue. Or sitting out on the dock at The Wreck. Staring out at the barely noticeable coastline in Figure Eight. But you also looked at peace when those intrinsic trances passed over. And if it was the opposite, you didn’t give anything away.
She shifted closer to you. The movement was obscured by the constant thoughts racing through your buffering mind. From exhaustion to the consumption of alcohol, it became harder to focus on your surroundings.
But it was until you felt her hand press to your chest. It made you flinch, looking down at the placement and attempting to shift away. “Sarah-”
“I’m never going to hurt you, Y/n,” she reassured gently. You believed her, but the touch was warm. Much like before, you enjoyed it, but it was intensified now. Maybe from the toxins you’ve put in your body tonight, but it fell under too much. “I want to be able to hold you.” Her hand smoothly and slowly went down to your stomach, able to feel the divots of muscle beneath the shirt. She wished she could say she was also intoxicated and she wasn’t thinking clearly, but she was. It was solely desire flaring her thoughts and dictating her actions. Yet, it was pure. “To touch you.”
You tilted your head, eyes clamping shut in hopes that your uncomfortable expression would be enough to get the message across. But she didn’t. Her hand went further down until she snuck underneath your shirt. It felt oddly comforting once your mind began to slow and your body became accustomed to her. And once that happened, you were melting beneath her.
Her smooth palms meeting your skin sent a shiver down your spine, and when she added her other hand, the feeling grew. “Sarah, stop- Fuck!” You breathed in exasperation, a muffled moan slipping past your lips when your nipples slipped between her fingers. The slight squeeze made a chill run down your spine. Face growing hot as you avert your gaze to the side, bottom lip caught between your teeth.
She smiled, damn near pressing her chest to yours, chuckling softly. Her hands moved across the expanse of your chest, soaking up every little detail of your sable-toned body. “But seeing you like this, God, I want to ruin you.”
It was all too much. Her words. The intention of them. Her touch. Burning into flesh and marking you for life. And the way her right hand drifted further down, breaking past the hem of your shorts, everything was on fire.
When her hand wrapped around your hardened cock, you let out a sound. One that you never thought possible for yourself. And undoubtedly, you tried to brush past it with a cough. But you should’ve known better than for Sarah Cameron to leave it at that. She tilted her head, lips curving into a grin, wrist slowly flicking to stroke.
“Did you whimper, baby?” Sarah teased, eyes half-lidded with their focus placed on your very own. Content on watching them part and tremble faintly as you tried to hold back the noises from slipping past your lips.
“Shut up,” you panted, hands gripping the couch for dear life. Sarah found it all too adorable that you, a strong, tall, intimidating guy were crumbling under her touch. Even though it inflated her ego it turned her on. How much more could she could before you finish? Would she be able to hear you whisper out her name?”
She had control. You were falling apart in her hands. And she was going to take full advantage of it.
Time was lost upon the first hour. Had it been an hour? It was hard to tell at this point. With your arms bound above your head, mouth gagged by Sarah’s panties, and her pussy hugging your abused cock. It all numbed your thoughts.
All you could focus on was the girl hovering over you. Hands sprawled across your stomach. Applying enough to keep her stable as she bounced on your cock. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth with her gaze unwavering.
She’d wanted to ruin you after all and she was succeeding.
Through moans, Sarah managed to pant out, “You look so fucking good like this, Y/n. Everything I imagined.”
Strands of her hair fell in front of her eyes, but it did not hide the predatory nature that took hold of her. A completely different look on her. It made you wonder how many people have seen this side of her. Or if anyone had given her this much control. Either way, this felt oddly intimate. Maybe a bit special. But after all, this is your first time and you can’t figure out how many times she’s replaced a condom to only put a new one on.
She was using you as she wished and something in you enjoyed it.
You felt loved. Not that you hadn’t felt it before but this was different. Vastly different from your parents or your brother showing their appreciation. But this was with someone you never imagined being this close with. She was under your skin in every pleasing way possible.
And you loved it.
Her velvety walls fluttered around you, squeezing with each drop of her body. Moans flourished from her lips and filled the living room of the Chateau. Despite the possessive nature she had, she was still soft in her touch. Careful to show you no harm, just as she promised. And you melted beneath her. Whatever hold you had before being tied down is now lost with groans and whimpers falling from your own lips.
Sarah couldn’t help but smile.
Her hands slowly moved up your stomach, past your chest and finally your cheeks. You exhaled shakily, uneven gaze meeting her passionate one. Two polar opposites in the act of intimacy, tet, both present. “You are beautiful, Y/n.”
And for the first time, you initiated the kiss. Lifting your head to press your lips to hers, tilting your in an attempt to deepen it. The only experience you had was the brief kisses Sarah shared with you after she tied you. Teasing you till you were panting. So, you tried to replicate it and understandably, Sarah was amused.
She rocked her hips gently, keeping her lips pressed against yours. Swallowing your moans greedily. Able to feel your cock twitch inside of her, signalling a familiar release A release she craved every time she experienced it.
But when you did, she parted, allowing you to catch your breath. Hovering over you, watching a sweat droplet slide from your hairline and down your temple. Carefully, she sat up just enough for you to slip out of her. You hissed, sensitive and she was quick to comfort you with delicate kisses across your cheek.
Cleaning you up and untying you, Sarah soon lay sprawled across your chest. A thin blanket keeping the two of you covered with body warmth is the main source of comfort. She listened to your heartbeat against your chest. Its tempo became a slow constance that she relied on to allow exhaustion to take hold.
“I don’t want to be another John B, Sarah.”
It was the first time she’d heard your voice in the past few hours. The wavering of each word had her looking up, finding your tired gaze focused on the ceiling. Unable to meet her own which was full of confusion.
“I don’t want to be something you force yourself into,” you whispered, scared to even think that after all this time, she was just wanting sex. “And if it is something like that, then tell me so I can go home.”
Sarah could see the fear in your eyes. How you blinked rapidly, hoping it hid the emotion you never dared to show. The first inkling that there was something deep within you that wished to flourish. An ulterior presence that could rival your usual disposition. It seemed like that’s what you hoped the military could give, but once that fell through you kinda gave up. Bidding farewell to the idea of completion for yourself.
But ever since you started spending quality time with the Pogues, there was something that shifted inside you. A sense of belonging almost. Sarah had seen it first-hand and it was beautiful. She found it with the Pogues, much like you seemed to have. Besides John B, you loved each member of the group.
Sitting up slightly, Sarah softly traced shapes into your chest. It drew your attention from the ceiling to follow her finger.“You’re the first guy that feels genuine with me. You’ve expressed yourself more than Topper and John B ever have,” Sarah said. “It’s all I ever wanted from someone who I date.”
Clearing her throat, she sniffled. “I guess what I’m saying is that for the first time in any of my relationships, I don’t feel like there is something internal fighting for what I think is right for me,” she explained. “And I think I finally found someone that I could share years with.”
The confession was followed by pressing her lips to your chest before laying her head on your chest. “I want everything and more with you, Y/n.”
Love.
That was the feeling you have been feeling. An unconditional, unmoving, everlasting love. Because love wasn’t a choice. It’s the feeling. A force only you can describe as it is unique. Like a memory only you can think back on and know from your perspective.
And you felt it the moment you saw Sarah Cameron.
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Sandy knees; Sarah Cameron
Sarah Cameron x fem!reader
Summary: against Kiara's warnings, a certain pogue can't keep her hands off the kook princess
Warning: smut, oral sex, language
Word count: 834
“You are fucking Sarah Cameron?!” Kie asked her friend, truly shocked about what she had just seen.
“No!” The girl said, but the look on her friend’s face told her Kie was not convinced, “technically she is fucking me, but-,” the girl was interrupted by her friend.
“Are you kidding me? We hate her!” The Carrera girl pointed out.
“You hate her. And please, if you tell me that when you guys were best friends she didn’t slip her hand down your panties at least once, I will leave with you right now,” the girl looked in between Kie and Sarah, who was far from the two friends, so they could have some privacy. The look on Kie’s face gave everything away, “I knew it!”
“It was just like, once or twice. And that was before we hated her,” the curly haired girl told her friend.
“Kie, I love you, and I would fucking kill for you. But the girl’s fingers are amazing,” the long haired girl said before running away from her friend towards the blonde that was waiting for her with her back against a tree.
“It’s a fucking bonfire!” Kie shouted, trying to reason with her friend, but she was already long gone.
“Is the hookup police finally leaving us alone?” The blonde smiled as she approached.
“I will deal with her tomorrow,” she said, getting closer to Sarah’s face. “Now where were we?” She asked, giving Sarah a peck on the lips.
The blonde smirked, pulling the girl into another kiss, “I believe you were about to get on your knees.”
The girl pulled Sarah into another heated kiss, her hands went under Sarah’s dress, straight to her ass, but as the girl cupped the blonde’s ass cheeks in hope of pulling her underwear down, she was surprised by the feeling of bare skin against her hands.
“Kie took too long,” the Cameron girl said, slipping her lacy pink underwear into the front pocket of her lover’s jean shorts.
The girl kneeled slowly, “she did,” she smirked, before putting her head under the blonde’s pink dress, coming face to face with Sarah’s soaked core.
Sarah’s hands went to the girl’s hair as she started licking her core. The blonde threw her head back, closing her eyes, moaning as loud as she could. Sarah felt her left leg being lifted over the girl’s shoulder, moaning as another wave of pleasure hit her as the girl’s tongue found new places to explore with the new access she had just gained.
The pogue was a giver, it gave her just as much pleasure to hear Sarah’s moans as if the girl was between her legs herself. While one of her hands started to assist her tongue in Sarah’s core, the other climbed up to Sarah’s breasts.
As she reaches the girl’s breast, the girl pulls her head from under Sarah’s dress, giggling as she looks into the gorgeous brown eyes of Sarah Cameron.
“Someone came prepared,” she mentioned Sarah’s lack of bra on.
“You don’t have a bra on,” the Cameron girl mentioned towards her nippled peeking through her white tank top.
The girl got back on her feet, looking into Sarah’s eyes, “I never wear a bra,” she pointed out, making Sarah giggle.
“So you are always prepared?” The blonde said, pulling the white tank down, and exposing her partner's breast.
“We are not fucking in the boneyard,” the pogue pointed out, kneeling again.
“So what are we doing right now?” Sarah looked down into the girl’s bright eyes, was almost under her flowery dress again.
“I’m eating you out,” the girl sang from under the dress.
The silence between them was quickly filled with Sarah’s moans. The blonde was not worried about how loud she was, they were at the end of the boneyard, and the place where everyone came to hookup, and if the distance wasn’t enough, the loud music should do.
Sarah could feel herself getting closer and closer, she was sure that was what heaven felt like. The pogue’s tongue worked wonders inside of her, reaching places undiscovered before, and the places her tongue couldn’t work on, her two fingers made up for.
As Sarah moaned louder, cumming harder than ever before. The pogue licked and kissed Sarah’s wet folds, ridding her down from her high. The Cameron girl panted as her lover got back to her feet, staring at Sarah’s face.
“You good?” The girl joked as Sarah looked like she was high.
The blonde pulled her lover into a passionate kiss, her hands went to the girl’s ass, grabbing it roughly, and pulling her jean shorts up.
“Were you serious about not fucking into the boneyard?” Sarah smiled.
“I mean…,” the girl pulled away, but her hands went to Sarah’s naked ass under the dress, “we could go to the chateau. Steal John B’s room before he gets home,” the pogue suggested.
“Let’s go,” the Cameron girl giggled, pulling her lover in the direction of the chateau.
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The Greatest of Luxuries - Sarah Cameron x Reader
Dear Reader Duology: Part 1, Part 2
Summary: Your relationship with Sarah isn't new. Far from it. You love your girlfriend more than anything, just as you know that she loves you. But this new trend of her being almost...embarrassed to be around you? That is new. For fuck's sake...she dropped your fucking hand.
Word Count: 3.7k+
TWs/CWs: She/her pronouns used, adult/profane language, descriptions of relationship issues/relationship deterioration, mentions of a sick family member (not super specific or drawn out)
Note: I had to just throw this out there and be done working on it so sorry if it's bad lolz. Part 1 of the Sarah Cameron installment of the Dear Reader duology series I have going on here on Tumblr. I was inspired to pick this back up because I saw Ms Swift last weekend and was reminded how much I love Dear Reader. Plus, it's pride. So go lesbians, go. Part 2 of Sarah's should come up very, very shortly. And if I'm lucky I'll get Kie's out before pride month is over.
Your relationship was not new. You’d been dating Sarah Cameron for over two years now. You knew that your girlfriend cared about you immensely. She’d never been hesitant to show it before. In fact, she’d always been touchy and doting, going well out of her way to make you feel special. The first time that Sarah had kissed you in the middle of the conversation, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Truly. And the way that she smiled at you afterward and told you that she thought you’d never be interested? She had you. Hook, line, and sinker. So, in truth, the past two years had been nothing short of bliss. Even when there were rocky times, even when you were fighting, you two were strong together. And you loved her. You really did. More than anything.
So no, the relationship was not new. But this? This…this was.
Over the past few weeks—nearly a month now, actually, when you thought about it—Sarah had been acting…strangely. She was far less touchy, a fair bit more distant, less attentive, harder to get a hold of. In essence, she was displaying the whole arsenal of warning signs that something was going horribly wrong in your relationship. Except you couldn’t place what it was. Couldn’t think even slightly of what could’ve caused it. The first week you convinced yourself that you were crazy…just imagining things. The second week she canceled plans on you twice, citing an emergency with Kiara…who then called you half an hour later asking if you wanted to hang out with her because JJ was sick and she was bored. So, at that point, you knew you definitely weren’t crazy and that she was hiding things from you. It made you physically ill to think about so you pushed it away. You hadn’t confronted Sarah for the lies she’d told the week prior. You hadn’t said anything about you hanging out with Kie the week before when she was supposedly doing the same. You hadn’t even made a comment about how weird she’d been acting. You’d been giving her space like you knew she needed. You’d been letting her breathe, not suffocating her like she so obviously hated in her prior relationships.
But, that all brought you to the third week of this incessant hell. To this week. And you felt like you were going crazy and you couldn’t even say anything about it. The churning anxiety in your gut seemed unending. You were a strong, adult woman. By legal and literal standards you should be able to get through this. Or, at least talk to your friends to get help getting through this. But you were keenly aware that this wasn’t something you wanted to broach. It wasn’t something that you wanted to talk about. That’d make it more real. The last thing you needed was to make this worse on yourself. But, it didn’t matter what you wanted. Because this was starting to take a real, substantial toll on you. You were losing sleep at this point which just felt stupid and you felt like there was no one you could turn to. Your appetite was tanking, your focus was shit. And while normally you’d turn to your girlfriend in times of woe, this time, she was the one causing the upset.
There was no way to win.
Despite this, you did your best to remain as normal as possible when you were around anyone else. From Sarah herself, to your friends, to your parents and co-workers, you made painstaking efforts to appear like nothing was wrong. You knew it wasn’t exactly the healthiest of coping mechanisms to completely ignore the problem. But, it was all you could bring yourself to do right now. The only solace you found was in the back room at your workplace. Your parents were the premier florists in the Outer Banks. Their flower shop was a family business that stretched back three generations now on the island as insane as that felt. Standing in the back, tending to the blooms, and making bouquets were the only times that you felt like you could completely shut down the madness of your brain. Even so, a shift could only last so long. Especially without making other people suspicious of why you were working so much.
After the ten-hour shift you’d been on closing your parents’ shop, you could only be grateful that it was summer, so the sun was still shining pretty damn brightly when you headed out at 8 that evening. You made your way to the apartment that you shared with Sarah, a strange sort of dread pooling in your stomach that you did everything to ignore, and felt exhaustion coil around your very being as if trying to choke the life out of you. You trudged up the stairs, trying to paint on the most composed look you could, and unlocked the door, stepping in.
“Hey,” you heard from behind you as you closed the door. You nearly jumped, startled at the presence, and turned your head.
“Hey, Sar,” you greeted with a half-smile as you skirted around her to place your bag and keys down. You took your shoes off and made to go into the kitchen when you noticed her staring at you. You stopped dead and looked at her. “What?”
Sarah’s face contorted in a grimace for a moment. “Did you forget?” she asked, sounding almost hesitant.
The words felt like a punch to the gut. You took a long, measured breath in and looked at her. “Forget what?” I asked cautiously.
She sighed, looking down. “Never mind,” she murmured.
“No, angel, no. What’s up?” I asked. The words felt forced, exhausted. I felt like I could crawl into a hole and sleep for a year or thirty five and would still wake up tired.
“John B’s party is tonight in less than an hour. We’re supposed to be going together,” she said, staring at her hands as she played with her fingers, avoiding eye contact. “Don’t worry about it. You had a long day. I can go alone.”
That stung even more. “No,” you said immediately, an ugly combination of angry jealousy burning in your stomach at the thought. She’d been spending more than enough time with John B lately, as bitter as it was to think so. The last thing you wanted was a night of her hanging out with all your friends—including her ex—at a party while you sulked at home just because you were tired. “I’ll go with you, Sar. Of course I will. Sorry that I forgot it was tonight. Just been busy.” You ran your hand through your hair. “It’s at the beach right?”
Sarah gave you a bright smile that, for a moment, convinced you things were normal. “Yeah,” she said, nodding. She moved forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, body pressed flush against yours. Habitually, your arms wrapped around her kissing her back and hugging her. The pair of you remained in the embrace for a few moments even after you broke the kiss. You could hear the smile on her voice as she spoke again. “Thanks for coming. Feel like we haven’t been able to do anything in forever.”
“Yeah,” you said, struggling to keep your voice from cracking. “I know.” You inhaled shortly. “Of course. I’ll go wherever you want me to. Okay?”
“I love you,” she said, reaching a hand up to trace your cheekbone delicately. She looked into your eyes and you, again, remembered why it was so easy to love Sarah so goddamn much. You gave her a half smile and broke away, knowing that the longer she looked at you the more likely it’d be that she’d see just how upset you were. “Hey…you okay, peach? Something wrong?” The nickname made you nauseous. And if you had less control over yourself, you were sure you’d have already devolved into tears.
“No, I’m okay,” you denied, shaking your head. “Just gotta get changed.”
Sarah frowned. “You sure? You’ve been quiet this week,” she said.
You nodded again, resisting the urge to laugh at the hypocrisy of that statement. She’d have to have been around more to know if you’d been quiet that week. “I’m sure, Sarah,” you assured her, tone falling just a touch flat. “Just been busy, that’s all. And I don’t wanna make us late. So just give me like twenty minutes to clean myself up.”
To her credit, at this moment, Sarah was being her normal self. Her attentive, doting self. The self that had been gone all month. “As long as you’re sure,” she said, sounding unsure herself.
Instead of replying, you nodded and fled to the bathroom. And in the bathroom, you spent a few minutes pulling yourself together emotionally before getting your shit together physically so you could leave. And 20 minutes later, after changing into more casual-party-on-the-beach appropriate attire and throwing some stuff in your bag, you were ready to leave.
“Wait, did you eat anything for dinner yet? Do we need to stop?” Sarah asked, pausing as you were gathering your bags.
“I’m set. Why? Are you hungry?” you asked, not glancing back at her as you finished fiddling with your bag.
Sarah paused. “No. I’m okay,” she said eventually.
You looked up again. “You sure, baby?” you asked, reaching out your hand to rub up and down her arm.
At that, Sarah smiled. She melted into your touch a little and nodded. “I’m sure, yeah. John B will probably have something there if we need it. If not we can head out early and grab something,” she said. She gave you a cheesy grin and an exaggerated wink and you couldn’t help but laugh a little. Your heart lightened a bit as you laughed and Sarah practically beamed at the sound that she hadn’t been hearing much of the past few weeks.
You offered her your hand. “Ready to go, love?” you asked her.
She took it. “With you? Absolutely,” she said, squeezing your joint hands.
“Who is actually going, again?” you asked as you got into your car ready to drive over to John B’s where you would park before going to the beach.
“Uhh, the usual. Kie and JJ. Pope and Cleo. John B. I think maybe some other people. Didn’t really ask this time,” Sarah replied, shrugging as she pulled down the visor in the car to adjust her lip gloss. She looked over at you and smiled. “Why? Do you want something bigger? Smaller?”
“Nah, nah, I’m good,” you replied, laughing slightly as you backed out of your spot, starting towards John B’s on the road. “Just curious. Haven’t been able to hang with everyone in a while. Hoping it was gonna be the whole group, is all.”
Absent-mindedly, Sarah reached out and grabbed your hand, nodding at your words. Then, as you began your drive, she began to talk about her day, catching you up on some of the stuff she’d done and dealt with. You listened attentively, feeling some of the stress melt away as you finally got to spend a tiny sliver of alone time with the woman that you loved. It was, for the time being, peaceful. Relaxing. You felt like a calmer, fixed sort of future might be truly possible. The way that she rubbed her thumb along your hand as you held lovingly onto each other. The way that she looked over at you with a soft, adoring expression. The way that she leaned over and casually fixed a piece of hair that had gone rogue from how you’d styled it earlier. All of it was the Sarah that you knew and loved.
Even as you parked the car, you felt like you could’ve been floating on Cloud 9. When you parked and got out of the car, Sarah came quickly around the car, all but pressing you against the door to kiss you breathless. She then dutifully smiled, fixing the lip gloss that she’d transferred over to your lips, then hers again. After that, with a cheeky grin on her face, she linked hands with you again and started pulling you towards the beach. You walked in amiable silence from John B’s property line all the way to the edge of the beach. As you breached the tree line you could see your friends all sat around a bonfire that would, doubtlessly, steadily grow throughout the night.
Kie was the first to spot the pair of you, crying out a loud cheer. That prompted all attention over towards you two as you approached. As everyone’s attention turned, Sarah dropped your hand. Not casually. Not unnoticeably. But, she practically threw your hand away from hers and stepped a few inches away. You audibly heard your breath catch in your throat and felt your face fall. The only reason that Sarah didn’t was that she called back an equally boisterous, loud hello. Sarah practically started running towards your friends and you were left to pick up the shattered pieces of your heart and pride that had been scattered together along the sand of the beach from a tiny, stupid fucking action. Largely, the group didn’t seem to notice the way that you faltered. Not at all. But, you could tell that Kie and JJ were looking at you real funny for a moment there.
When you walked over to them, Sarah was already talking to everyone as if she’d been there all night. And she practically threw herself into hugging everyone. JJ and Kie. Then Pope and Cleo. Then John B. It wasn’t hard to guess which one would last the longest. And you hated the way that your brain lingered on the hug between Sarah and her ex. You knew she didn’t have feelings for John B. At least…not anymore. At least you thought she didn’t. Refusing to linger, you pasted a smile on again and greeted your friends too in turn giving short hugs that you excused away by being tired.
As JJ brought you into a hug, one of the last two you were giving one to, he held you for a moment longer. “You good?” he murmured seriously, low so no one else could hear.
“Yeah, J. I’m good,” you replied, tired. You shrugged when you pulled back, not meeting his eye. You knew full well that he’d call you out for lying, regardless of who it was in front of. You pretended to stretch your back for a moment to cover the obvious avoidance and then gave him a lazy grin. “You good, man?”
“Yeah. I’m fine,” JJ said, voice flat and unimpressed. Even without seeing your face, he knew damn well something was really off.
“Hey,” Kie greeted, interrupting before JJ could say something else. She brought you into a tight, warm, lingering hug, refusing to let you pull away. “Haven’t seen you in forever. Where the hell have you been?”
“Flower shop has been busy,” you said, shrugging. “Not gonna leave my parents hanging. You get it.”
“You and those damn flowers,” Kie laughed, hugging you tightly still. You found yourself relaxing into her arms and hugging her tightly back, some of your tension decreasing again.
“I just care about the dahlias,” you joked.
Kie groaned, bumping your hip with hers, loosening her grip just a little while she grinned. “Trust me we know you love your dahlias,” she said.
“Hey,” Sarah said, practically materializing by your side.
You jumped slightly and turned, Kie’s arms falling. Sarah looked unhappy, brow puckered as if she just tasted something particularly gross. You reached out to take her hand and she pulled it back, making it look natural even though everything about the movement was anything but. And you knew it from the way her shoulder jerked, even if her arm didn’t betray it.
“What’s wrong, babe?” you asked her, struggling to keep the hurt from your voice, but miraculously managing.
“Can you and JJ go get some wood for the fire while we start to get it growing,” Sarah requested, a sweet but strained smile on her face.
You raised a brow looking over at the fire. It was blazing strong and high, burning brightly. And there was a small pile of wood next to it too, ready to be thrown in when needed. You felt your heart stutter. You pursed your lips even as you nodded, patting JJ’s shoulder so he didn’t make a snarky comment.
“Yeah, sure,” you said shortly. You craned your head towards JJ. “Let’s go man.”
“I’ll come with you,” Kie said, suddenly, looping arms with both JJ and you before pulling you in the direction of the woods you’d practically just emerged from. You frowned but let yourself get pulled along, a fake smile slipping off your face with each step, leaving nothing behind. When you were a few paces behind Kie looked over at you, and you refused to look back. “What the hell was that about?”
“Nah, what the hell was any of that?” JJ added. “Why is Sarah acting so weird right now? Fuck’s that about?”
“Not a clue,” you replied, shrugging, pulling away from the pair of them to move a few paces ahead. You ran a hand frustrated on the back of your neck then shook your head. “This is so…whatever.” Again, you shook your head and cleared your throat. “Don’t even worry about it. Just some weird shit, guys.”
You saw them exchange a glance out of the corner of your eye, but you steadfastly ignored it, refusing to let yourself even acknowledge it. Deny, deny, deny. That was the ongoing chorus in the back of your head as you kept walking. Kiara said your name in a tone that you were all too familiar with. In a tone that dictated she would get an answer out of you whether you liked it or not. You slowed your steps, hands balled into fists at your side. You turned your head over your shoulder.
“Kiara,” you said, voice cool.
“Talk to us,” she said.
The beeping of your phone from your pocket saved you from having to answer immediately. You shook your head, frustrated, and tore your phone from your pocket, starting to unlock it. “Nothing to say,” you mumbled. Your mother had texted you. Repeatedly. Within minutes. Your eyes narrowed and you then widened as you read the words. “Oh my…” You blinked rapidly at the news.
“What’s up?” JJ asked, sounding deeply concerned at the sudden change in my affect. You didn’t answer, just re-reading the texts over and over and over again, trying to force them to sink into your brain. JJ said your name twice and still you didn’t answer. You felt Kie and JJ both at your shoulder, reading the texts over them.
“Shit,” Kie muttered. “I’m sorry.”
“I gotta go,” you replied, shoving the phone in your pocket and shaking your head.
“Hey, hey, wait,” JJ said, catching your arm. “You good to even drive? Do you want me to run and get Sarah?”
“No,” you said, extracting your arm immediately from his grip. “Don’t ruin her night. I don’t fucking care. I’m good. I gotta go.”
“Do you want us to tell her?” Kiara called as you started to rush towards your car.
“Don’t care,” you called back immediately, body feeling cool.
You got into your car, calling your mom as you peeled off of John B’s property as you started racing towards not your apartment but the ferry. When your mom answered, you heard not a greeting first but her chattering rapidly on the other end of the line sounding exhausted.
“Mom?” you called.
“Honey, you got ten minutes to get on the last ferry of the night,” she replied.
“What happened?” you asked.
“Your aunt collapsed. It’s not looking good,” she said quietly.
You cursed. “I’ll be at the dock in five,” you said. “Are you guys with her? At the hospital?”
“Yeah,” your mom replied. “We’ll see you soon, honey. Is Sarah with you?”
“No, Sar’s not. She’s in the middle of something. I haven’t told her. I gotta go. I love you, Mom,” you said shakily.
“Love you too. Drive safe,” she said firmly. You could tell there would be more questions in the realm of Sarah later, but you knew that your aunt would take precedence. You shook your head and started driving, hands shaking even as you held the wheel in a death grip. Your phone started to ring again. And on your car’s dash, you saw Sarah’s name and contact picture show up. You shook your head and declined the call, immediately putting your phone on airplane mode for the moment.
By some sort of miracle, you got to the dock in time and got yourself a ticket before the boat left for the mainland. On the boat, you turned off airplane mode, switching it to Do Not Disturb, making it so that none of your friends could contact you. So that Sarah couldn’t contact you. As you did so, you got rid of the notifications that remained. The last was a double text from Sarah.
My love, you’re scaring me. I hate to think that you’re out there overwhelmed like this and that you’re alone.
Please talk to me, peach.
You loved her. You did. You loved her more than anything. But the past month had been too much. And if you weren’t enough for her anymore like her actions had been suggesting? Well, then this was a good excuse to get the fuck out of the Outer Banks and get your head back on straight. To figure out what you want if things aren’t going to work out with her.
All you could do was take out your phone and fire off a single text of your own. To Kie, not to Sarah.
Tell her not to come.
You put your phone away.
You’d waited all month for Sarah to talk to you. It was her turn to wait now. Your family would come first. And if that meant that your relationship would end? If that meant that you’d be the one in the wrong? Then whatever.
Deny, deny fucking, deny.
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hi babe i was wondering if u could write a sarah cameron fic where we r comforting her after a fight with rafe?
pairing. sarah cameron x fem!reader
warnings. sarah being sad, angst/comfort, mention of rafe being an ass, and a small kiss!
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As you were about to get in bed, you heard faint knocking at your window. You were confused as you looked at the clock; it was 11 pm, who would it be?
You went walked to your window, opening your blinds to see Sarah at your window, cheeks stained with tears and eyes glossy. You instantly felt your heart drop, opening the window.
She quickly went in, embracing you as soon as she entered. You stroked her back comfortingly as she started sniffle lightly. "What happened?"
She pulled out of the hug, taking your hand for comfort. "Me and Rafe, we-we got into a big argument-" She paused, eyes closing as she let out a small sob. You were horrified - you had never seen Sarah so distressed.
You walked over to your bed, guiding Sarah to your so she could sit. "You don't have to talk about it, love."
She was instantly comforted by your words, nodding as she sighed. You took your other hand and wiped her tears, causing her lips to quiver.
"I'm sorry you have to see me like this, it's just I didn't know who else to go to-"
"Don't apologize, Sarah. I'm always here for you, you know that." You lectured as she nodded. "That's what I'm here for."
The corners of her lips went up, making your heart flutter. "Are you hungry? We can make some hot cocoa and watch a movie."
She squeezed your hand. "That would be awesome, thank you." She moved closer to your face to plant a small kiss on your lips, making your heart do a jump.
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hi!!! could i request anything fluffy of reader x sarah? maybe like them falling asleep together while hanging out with the pogues or anything like that? orrrrr if not fluff, a jealous sarah cameron? thank you:)))
Green is Not a Good Color on You
Sarah Cameron x male!reader (don't forget to request genders, people!!!)
Warnings: swearing, beer, smoking, making out, sexual innuendos because they're them, JJ and Kie are together, Pope isn't in this because I can't write that many people, jealously and making up (make up, make out, I MEAN--), Kie and R are exes
WC: 1.4k
Sarah eyed you from across the yard, a frown etched deep on her face, evident in the harsh crease between her eyebrows and the anger clouding her normally bright and carefree eyes. It was all because of the way you looked at Kiara Carrera.
Arguably, you, Kie, and Sarah were best friends. Sarah never beefed with Kie anymore. Well, hardly ever. As of late, you’d been looking at the pretty brunette like she hung the moon and stars and you’d go to the ends of the earth just for her to look at you.
That was the way you looked at Sarah. And, needless to say, she was jealous as fuck.
“Sarah, babe! C’mere, got your seat all ready,” You pat your thigh, looking at your pretty girlfriend from the Château porch. Sarah flipped the other way in the hammock, ignoring you.
“Sarah, baby!” She throws up her middle finger and you make a face. “Did I do something?”
JJ widens his eyes, a faux shocked expression on his face. “No, no way--”
“What JJ’s trying to say,” John B intervenes calmly, “is that, no, you didn’t do anything wrong, except practically make out with Kie.”
“What are you talking about? I’m not anywhere near Kie--”
“Expressions, baby,” JJ leans back in his chair. “You’re looking at Kie like you’d sixty-nine with her.”
“JJ!” Kie griped.
“I mean, it probably doesn’t help that Kie’s your ex,” John B mutters, pursing his lips.
“Okay, yeah, but… I’m not in love with Kie anymore. I’m in love with Sarah and if she can’t see that--”
“She can see it, alright. She’s worried you forgot.”
“Forgot?” You look at Sarah, then turn back to the boys. “Forget about Sarah Cameron? What the fuck!”
“Don’t tell it to us! Tell it to Sarah,” JJ says, emphasizing the syllables in Sarah’s name.
“Make it up to her. It can’t be that hard,” John B offers.
“It’s not hard to please Sarah, I just,” You cast another wary look over your shoulder, Sarah’s golden locks shining in the sun and catching your eye, “I don’t know how.”
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The fire’s bright against the darkness around it. That’s the first thing Sarah notices when she wakes up, the knots and ropes on the hammock printed into her face. The second thing she notices is that she’s really cold and wants her boyfriend to hold her.
There’s laughter by the fire and Sarah hears her boyfriend’s laughter mixing with the boys’.
Sarah gets out of the hammock and moves sluggishly across the yard toward the sound of your voice. She worms her way into your lap, resting her head on your collarbone.
“Hey, baby,” You wrap your arms around her and rest your chin on her head, your beer bottle bumping against her tailbone. Sarah snuggles into your neck, her nose meeting the hollow of your throat.
“What’s up, Sare?” You trace the rope patterns on her arm.
“‘M tired,” She mumbles.
“Well, hi there, Tired,” You grin, kissing the side of her head.
“Don’t, don’t,” Sarah whines, pushing your hands away as the condensation on your bottle touches her bare skin.
“Don’t what, baby?”
“Don’t be an idiot.”
“Sorry, Sare,” You pull her face out of your neck and cup her cheeks, smooshing her face. “What’s really up?”
“Cold. Tired,” You let go of her face, and her head drops back to your shoulder. She hums contentedly, soaking in your body heat and the warmth of the fire behind her.
“You wanna go in?”
“Hang on, hang on,” Kie, splayed across JJ’s lap, tilts her head. “You can’t just take Sarah inside. We’ve hardly seen her all day.”
“That’s not my fault. Plus, she’s burnt. Like really bad. Look at this face--” You attempt to turn her around, but Sarah just whines.
“Alright, okay, Bubba. Sorry,” Sarah squirms on your lap, her hands curling under your shirt, cold as ice. “Jesus, Sare!”
She chuckles sleepily at your jump of surprise, then slumps in your arms once more.
You kiss her temple and down another mouthful of beer. “Thought she’d still be mad at me.”
This wakes Sarah right up, and she narrowly misses your chin when she sits up and throws her head back, hair fanning around her.
“I forgot about that charming development,” Sarah snipped, taking the bottle from you and finishing it. She gets off your lap, “Surprised Kiara’s not in my spot there.” She shoots a murderous glare at Kie, who furrows her eyebrows.
“Sare, baby. What are you talking about? I’m not in love with-- or having any type of intercourse-- with Kie.”
“So we’re all pretending we didn’t see you eye-fucking her earlier? I mean, I can’t be the only one who has an issue with this!” Sarah throws her hands up, locking eyes with JJ. “Doesn’t it bother you that my boyfriend is trying to seduce your girlfriend with fucking bedroom eyes?!”
JJ shifts uncomfortably at being put on the hot seat. “I mean, kind of, but I know Kie loves me and Y/n loves you--”
“JJ, if you say he loves me, I swear--
“No, no, no,” Kie interrupts. “Y/n, kiss Sarah.”
“Um, excuse me--” You grab Sarah’s arms, pinning her in place. “If you kiss me, I’ll slap you.” She threatens, unable to keep her eyes off your lips. You lean in until you feel her breath on your lips, and then you mold your mouth to hers. Sarah melts into the kiss, any doubt she had ebbing away as your tongue slips over hers.
She whines when you stop kissing her, but you’ve only moved far enough to mumble, “Guess I’ll be getting slapped now, hm?”
“Would you shut up?” Sarah tries to pull you back in, but stops at JJ’s scoff of “Get a room, horndogs”.
“JJ--”
“Y/n never kissed me like that!” Kie almost yells in an attempt to diffuse the situation. “Well…” She falters under your disbelieving stare. “You never kissed me like you were in love with me.”
A stick cracks behind her and she whips around to see John B, illuminated by the fire in a menacing way.
“Christ,” John B laughs at the scene before him and drops a couple of logs by the fire. “I leave for, what, 10 minutes, and Sarah’s at everyone’s throats about Kie? And Kie’s saying there was no passion in her past relationship? Damn.”
“I mean, I’m not offended. I never kissed Kie like that and we all know it.” You shrug, Sarah’s arms still wound around your neck, keeping you close.
“Thank you!”
“Okay. I mean, if you never kissed him like that, then you definitely haven’t kissed him like this,” Sarah yanks you down, her lips sliding over yours again and again, doing a dance that is disgusting to watch but incredible to experience. Sarah curls her fingers into your hair and presses her chest completely against yours while her friends protest and beg for you to stop.
When Sarah finally breaks the kiss, she leans in to your ear and whispers, “Can we go to bed? I’m tired.”
You blink a couple of times, processing what the hell just happened before you nod.
“Of course, yeah,” She wiggle-waves at JJ, Kie, and John B before pulling you across the yard to the hammock.
You chuckle when she pushes you into the net and practically throws her body weight on yours, setting the hammock swinging like a pendulum.
You settle in, her head on your chest and your arm around her shoulders.
“So… you’re not in love with Kie?”
“No, Sare. Not anymore.”
“Promise?”
“I do, I promise.”
“M’kay.”
“Why were you so jealous?”
“Well-- I don’t know. Kie’s really pretty and you could pull anyone on the island, so I just thought--”
“You’re really pretty too, Sarah. You know that the only person I’d ever look at is you and I--”
“There’s more?”
“Yes, shh. And how could I ever look at Kiara like that again when I have you, who’s prettier than a thousand sunsets?”
“What about sun rises?”
“Sarah!”
There’s shuffling in the leaves just then, and the other hammock dips with Kie’s and JJ’s weight.
“You know,” Kie huffs, clearly very involved in kissing JJ, “He never did kiss me like that.”
“How about like this?” JJ asks, and a moment later, Kie lets out a tiny shriek.
“JJ Maybank, I swear--”
“No, I swear,” You say loudly. “The moon’s really bright tonight.” You nudge Sarah and she plays into it.
“Would be a shame if someone got caught doing something--”
“Alright, we get it!” JJ groans, “Mood killers.”
“Get a room, horndogs!” You yell at him as they cross to the Chateau, setting Sarah off giggling uncontrollably.
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Heyy, could you do a Sarah Cameron imagine? This may sound really weird… but could you do one where your playing truth or dare and, she learns that you haven’t had you first kiss so she takes it? Thank you. Stay safe xx
I wish Sarah Cameron was my first kiss. This was a lovely request, thank you so much, you stay safe too!
First in line - Sarah Cameron
Content Warnings: none, just fluff
It all started off simple enough, a nice bonfire with your friends on a Saturday night being the perfect way to ease your nerves. There really was nothing like the cool night air on your skin whilst down in the bone yards with people you trusted. That was, of course, until the embarrassment set in. You should have known something like this would happen, because when your friends weren't chasing danger, they always needed some kind of thrill. The treacherous secret-exposing game was bound to come around at some point because they had nothing else to do, and talking like normal teens just wasn't enough to satisfy the needs of your friends. Your options consisted of everyone's favourite sleepover game or poker with high stakes, though you didn't have cards or anything to bet, so Truth or dare? It seemed like the only fear-inducing choice, though your friends had been through enough to lack fear over simple secrets and dares. You on other hand, had things you wanted to keep to yourself. Things you thought your friends might judge you by if they knew, considering they'd all had their fair share of experience in the romance department.
When you got to the beach, Sarah was the first to greet you, her smile wide as she approached. She's beyond glad that you came because, in truth, she didn't want to be the only single girl sitting around with the others. After all, third wheeling is never fun. She'd broken up with John B months ago, the relationship not working out for reasons unbeknownst to you, but with all your other friends paired up, kooks and Pouges alike, it was hard to be the only single members of the crew.
So, with Sarah by your side, you walked to the others, a smile on your face as they greeted you. They acted as though you hadn't seen them only hours beforehand at the chateau, with cheer and shouts of your name, but you don't complain, welcoming the affection of your friends.
"We should have a little fun." It's JJ, forever mischievous, who brings up the topic, and Kie who adds to the idea.
"Truth or dare?" She tilts her head with the question, and you don't want to be the only one objecting to the concept of the game. Everyone else seems fine with it, and peer pressure is always an impactful thing, so you don't say your piece, even though you want to.
The game begins soon after and for a moment you think it will all be okay. The questions aren't as threatening as you thought they would be, and so far, you haven't run into any bad luck. JJ is dared to run into the ocean despite the freezing water of the night, and he does so gladly before coming back to hug everyone, his chilly grasp making the others squeal and shout protest. It's fun for the most part and sitting in a circle next to the flickering orange firelight is the perfect escape from everything you've been through. That was until what you'd been dreading came about. It's Kiara who asks, and in the moment of her speaking, you despise her for it.
"Who was your first kiss?"
You know she's expecting some funny or exciting answer like "Tom from second grade." Or "a touron from the mainland." but you have nothing of the sort to give her. There's a silence that burns against the night air, and you find it in yourself to say something after the minutes of quiet.
"I don't know how to answer that." Your voice comes as a whisper just loud enough for your friends to hear, and the burning of your cheeks is enough for you to know you've gone red from the embarrassment of it all.
"Yeah, you do," It's JJ, his voice echoing in the quiet between your words. "Who'd you mack on first?" You know he doesn't mean any harm by the question; he cares about you enough not to push this on purpose. He just doesn't know. None of them do. Across from you, Sarah sits with intrigued eyes, and there is something behind them that could pass as confusion as well. She's looking straight at you, and when she sends a reassuring smile your way, you bring up the words you had been dreading to say all night.
"I haven't kissed anyone."
"What?" Kie sounds confused, as if she can't comprehend the fact that someone your age might not have had any sort of romantic relationship. She's staring at you with wide eyes, and John B, well he's smiling as if he knew all along. Not a sinister smile, but a gentle one that looks as though he's sorry your secret came out this way. But what really captures your attention is Sarah. She still sits across from you, her eyes locked on your figure with her mouth open in a small 'oh' shape. You can't tell if she's surprised or something else, but there is a hidden emotion in her eyes you want to explore.
"You know what?" You brush off your shorts, standing from the sand as the eyes of your friends follow you. "I think I'm gonna go, it's getting late." you feel stupid for leaving, for feeling so uncomfortable in the situation, but truthfully you are tired, and going home seems like the only cure for your discomfort. Protests come from your friends, and Kie even apologizes for the question, though she has nothing to feel bad about. She couldn't have known it would make you feel like it did, and you don't hold it against her as you say goodbye to each of them.
"You'll get it one day!" JJ calls as you leave, and you can hear the sincerity in his voice despite his usual character. He's always been nice to you, still mischievous and irritating, but he doesn't push it too far like he does with John B and the others. He knows your limits and respects them. You're walking away when you hear the call of your name, footsteps padding against the sand behind you, and when you turn, it's Sarah, chasing you down.
"Can I walk you home?" her smile is gentle and something you would put all your faith in if you could. You have a feeling it's not a question though, and that even if you said no, she would follow you back to your place anyway. Sarah was good with boundaries but lately, she'd been hopping into your personal space more than usual, asking to help you with things that she hadn't before. You don't say anything, instead opting to nod in agreement. She walks by your side down the beach, and back up onto the streets until finally you make it to your place, a sweet little home you'd lived in since you were born. Sarah had been to your house only a few times before, but she'd never really enjoyed going. Not because your place wasn't nice—it was lovely—but Sarah felt so much closer to you when she was sitting on your couch, or the floor of your bedroom, and the problem with that was her imagination. She would begin to imagine a world where you were something more to her than what was already established between you, and that was dangerous. Now, standing on your front doorstep, she didn't know what to do. You hadn't invited her inside and you'd hardly said a word since the incident at the beach. She was overthinking it all. Sarah's thoughts were running rampant, and they were all based around you and what you'd said earlier on in the night. You're unlocking your door now, fumbling with the keys, and Sarah lets it slip.
"You've really never been kissed?"
Your head shoots up and your body stiffens, making Sarah do the same. You're uncomfortable, and she made you feel that way, which absolutely kills her.
"Yeah." The singular word is a mumble from your lips, and the fact that it's true amazes Sarah. Not because she thinks it's funny or odd that you hadn't kissed anyone, but that you were acting as though no one had wanted to.
"Why?" She dares to ask the question because that one thought is plaguing her mind. She's here and she's started this conversation, she may as well finish it or keep it going.
"I don't know," You've unlocked the door now, the handle turning under your hand as you push it open, though you don't go inside. "No one's ever tried to kiss me, and I haven't tried to kiss anyone either." You turn to face her, back against the open door and hand still on the doorknob, as if you're ready to run inside and lock Sarah out any second.
"What would you do if someone tried to kiss you?" Sarah doesn't know what she's doing, but there's something about the chill in the air, and the way your porch light reflects in your eyes that gives her some semblance of courage. She's standing in front of the reason her past relationship fell apart, asking risky questions that could ruin her friendship with you. Not that she's told you why she broke up with John B. Not that you know Sarah's feelings for you may have had something to do with it.
"It depends on the person I guess." You're frowning at her, and Sarah can practically see the cogs turning in the back of your mind. It's then that a deafening silence settles between you, and Sarah wonders if you understand exactly what she's getting at, but by the look on your face you've got no clue at all.
"Okay, well I'm gonna head inside now—" You gesture toward the open door and Sarah nods, watching as you turn your back to her again. She misses the sight of you instantly and it's like she's possessed by a certain amount of confidence she didn't know she had before.
"Can I kiss you?" Her words come fast and her cheeks heat when she hears her own voice echo in the silence, but when you turn back to face her, she realizes that she doesn't regret saying it at all. She wants to kiss you if it's the last thing she does.
"What?" Your voice cracks with the word as if you're nervous, and Sarah doesn't tear her eyes from you, even when they lock with yours.
"Can I kiss you?" She says it again and there's a pause as you stare her down in disbelief, unsure of what exactly is happening. Sarah thinks she's ruined it then, and she's starting to panic as you look at her blankly, as if your system has shut down. But then you say it, one single word that calms her completely.
"Okay."
She can't quite believe it, and takes one step forward, like a new-born deer unsure of its movements. She's kissed people before but this is different. It's your first kiss, after all, she has to make it good. "Okay." She mimics your speech, the whisper carrying itself to you through the short distance between Sarah and yourself. She's nervous—for the first time in years she's actually nervous to kiss somebody, and she thinks that's because this kiss matters to her. It really fucking matters.
"You ready?" She asks out of courtesy, moving just that little bit closer until she's near enough to touch you. You nod, and she doesn't actually know if she's ready, but then again, she's thought about this moment a thousand times over. "Okay." She says again, stalling just that little bit longer before she puts her lips to yours. It's exhilarating and even though you're holding your breath throughout the kiss, Sarah feels as though she's accomplished something, as if she's just lived a dream of sorts. When Sarah pulls back, she watches you with cautious eyes, trying to gauge a reaction from you that might tell her what you're thinking. Your mouth sits open, your cheeks red from the shock of it all and Sarah finds her own lips upturning in a smile.
"How was that?"
You blink rapidly as if centring yourself back into reality, before you respond, voice shaky as you stutter through the words. "I'm not sure, I kind of lost focus."
Sarah would be worried that she didn't do your first kiss justice if you weren't so cute when you were flustered. She's mesmerised by the shy smile you're giving her and the way you fiddle with your hands as you wait for her next move.
"That's okay." Sarah dares to reach out and grab your hand then, and when you don't pull back from her, she gives it a gentle squeeze, interlocking your fingers with hers. You're still beyond nervous and awkward past the point of proper comprehensible thought, but you manage to get your next words out with a level of confidence unexpected to Sarah, and yourself.
"Could we maybe, try it again?"
That makes Sarah smile wider than she thinks she ever has before. It's the best thing she thinks she's ever heard, and when she looks at you, your eyes filled with excited nerves and your lips tilted in up in a smile, whilst you bite them, she thinks she's in heaven.
"Yeah, of course."
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Just The Three Of Us
TW: femxfemxfem. Smut. Language. Overstimulation.
SUMMARY: a threesome with Kiara and Sarah after you're caught getting a bit overheated.
WORD COUNT: 1600
REQUESTED
hey hun, absolutely love you’re work.
I was just wondering if you would write another sarah and kie smut story.
I absolutely adore your last one and I need another.
🫶
Just The Three of Us
You have spent the last three months with only your fingers for company. Your recent breakup with some boneheaded Kook enough for him to threaten anyone near you to have to face his fist. And the one time you managed to get anywhere with a tourist, it was lackluster at best. But that was three months ago and you were desperate for an orgasm that wasn't a let down. Even your vibrator lost its appeal with how often you forgot to charge it, left waiting, and ultimately falling asleep. Nothing was working.
Except today.
Alone in the hottub at the Chateau, you leaned forward until your back to get a tan before the jet hit your clit just right. You were thankful to be alone for the plea it pulled from your lips. And this was what brought you riding against its pulsation with slow vigor. Of all the times you gave JJ shit about buying the Cat's ass, right now you would gladly blow him for it. That thought was just another reason your orgasm was rushing hard against you.
Climbing.
Cresting.
Pulsating.
Oh God... It was gonna be good. But you still needed more. Your fingers weren't anywhere near enough but it brought you to that edge so you could convulse to a release. Thankful enough to be too blissed to notice the fact you had an audience.
Sarah was the first one you noticed as she pushed her sunglasses through her flaxen hair. The sound of a crunching bag flashing your eyes to Kiara as she rolled it closed and crossed her arms.
"Well that's one way..." She teased as you flushed, swallowed hard, and moved back from the jet. Mentally promising to make a habit of riding it whenever you could get time alone.
"You do that a lot?" Kiara asked while moving closer as Sarah followed closely behind, both girls leaning on either side of you. Kiara's fingers dipped into the water, so close to your breasts that were begging for her touch.
Wait. No.
She was one of your best friends.
But so loving. And spirited. And beautiful. Molasses skin that always smelled so damn good it made you wet again just to think about.
"Was it good?" Sarah's question made you blush as your eyes moved to her lips. Full and tempting. But not more than her breasts spilling effortlessly from her bikini top you'd gladly suffocate in.
You chalked it up to being horny. They were your best friends. They never even-
"Kie-" You gasped at the fingers circling your nipples over your suit.
"That was so hot I'm soaked through my panties..." Sarah nodded, doing the same to your other breast but with more effort. Where Kie pulled softly at your nipples, Sarah took your entire breast. Kneading it as you moaned.
"I'm actually jealous..." Sarah added. "You sounded better coming from that jet..." Her hand descended down between your legs. "Bet I can make you louder..." Before you could fight it, not that you would, she sunk a finger into you. Kiara now favoring both of your breasts.
"What about...the guys..." You moaned to the second finger and soft waves made by her soft jerking motions that increased her speed.
"They don't need to know how good we can make each other feel...it's all experimental..."
"Sarah?" Kie chuckled.
"She's gonna come...oh my God...she feels so tight, Kie...she's riding my fingers and I fucking love it..." Your eyes rolled before Kiara was suddenly in the water.
"Not before I get to touch her..." Taking turns, Sarah pulled away and Kiara's fingers replaced. The absence edging you as they took turns with their fingers and you began to plead by only the use of their names. Kiara set you across her in a straddle.
"Aw, you wanna come again? So fast?" Kie teased as you nodded before Sarah unlatched your bikini top.
"I've always wanted to play with these..."
"She never shuts up about it..." Your eyes widened.
"You guys have..."
"Oh yeah...when John B can't get me off...Kiara makes me squirt..."
"And between shifts when I'm tense, Sarah helps me in the backroom..."
"Oh my God!"
"She loves it!" Sarah narrated as you straddled Kie while rolling your hips.
"We almost got caught last week when JJ came into the chateau...was actually your fault..." You gasped to Kiara nibbling at your naked breast as Sarah reached around and proceeded to finger fuck you in perfect but slow precision.
"You came here wearing that little bikini we wanted to tear off of you. I saw you watching me with John B but I didn't know if you wanted this..."
"She's throbbing..."
"Good...she's gonna come so pretty for us...isn't she?" You nodded.
"Loud too. She's a screamer and I love it..." Kiara spoke between breasts before you were pulled back against Sarah.
"She's better with her mouth..." Before you could deny it, Sarah spread your legs and Kiara was under the water working your clit. The waves you made came drastically over the sides of the hot tub as nobody cared.
"Wait until she does both-" you gasped as Sarah massages your thighs and Kiara came up for a breath before kissing your breast and coming back down this time with two fingers pistoning your inner walls and against your g-spot.
"Oh she found it...good girl...let her make you come...it's so fucking beautiful..."
"Oh God...Sarah..."
"I'm expecting it louder...it's better isn't it?"
"Fuck yeah..." You moaned moving against Sarah as she kissed your shoulder and widened you more, holding you up even wider for Kiara.
"Let her tongue feel how wet you are...ooh...yes...like that..."
"I'm gonna come...I'm gonna fucking come..."
"Not without telling us..." She tapped for Kiara.
"She wants to come quietly, Kie...after you worked so hard doing so well..." They kissed and fondled each other long enough to make your hand drift between your thighs.
"Maybe we should torture her a bit? Maybe come?"
"I'm gonna have to soon or that jet has my name on it..." Sarah cocked a brow before pulling Kiara's shorts down.
"Use it...I'll use the other one..." Both girls were nude from the waist down and gripping the sides of the tub as the water sloshed as they rode against the jets.
"Fuck!" Kie cries first.
"Touch me...please..." Sarah lost her dominance and became needy. The begging making you clench and finger yourself wildly over your clit.
"I like when you beg..." You explained as Kiara wanted you, nodding.
"It is pretty, isn't it?" She moaned, knuckles white as she pumped two fingers into herself.
"Please play with my nipples..." She turned and nearly mauled you as the jet at your back came against your ass. The expression made Sarah beam.
"You like it here?" Your ass was parted as the jet shot at your delicate hole.
"Kie!"
"I'm coming!" Sarah hovered over your lips.
"Look at Kie..." She jolted and bent over the tub while Sarah widened your ass. As Kie came down, you pressed a soft kiss to Sarah's lips. Her tongue quick to claim your mouth before Kiaras fingers came between your legs.
"I'm making her come like this ...it's so fucking hot..." Sarah explained when the kiss broke. Kiara took over your lips while Sarah rocked you against the jet and harder against Kiara’s fingers.
"Fuck..." You whimpered as both girls nodded. Aware Sarah hasn't come, you cupped her naked pussy and set two fingers as she had done to you.
"Yes! Like that! I'm already close...just bend a little-FUCK!" She shattered for you as Kiara kisses her neck enough to make her grin.
"Yes!" She exclaimed with contentment.
"Forget it...you're gonna fucking squirt..."
"But I..." Before you could deny it, you were positioned between both girls. Each of your bare asses in a seat with your backs pointed to the Chateau as Kie held down one of your legs and Sarah held the other.
"Louder than with the jet or I'm gonna take it as an insult, okay?" She grinned as her fingers worked hard and fast.
"Slow down, I'm enjoying her expressions..." Kiara traced your face and kissed your lips, jaw, and neck, before the girls took turns with that role.
Kiara was softer with her thrusting fingers but deeper as Sarah was quick but rough. Sarah kissed leisurely with a teasing tongue and Kiara bit your lip to make you moan. Both girls gave equal affection to your breasts. But it would be the vicious trade of fast fingers fucking you that had you on that edge.
"Yes..."
"It's so good! I've never-"
"I figured...but it's okay...I'll make you for me."
"And me." Kie added.
Kisses. Thrusts. Dirty promises. Everything collected to that crest.
"Fuuuuuck..." You warned.
"Better hurry. The guys are back..." The Twinkie sounding up the gravel made you tighten.
"You're coming whether they see or not..."
"Please come for us...I don't want them knowing our little secret..." Kiara kisses you quickly as it was her soft lips and Sarah's rough fingers that made you finally expire. Jolt after jolt of your hips as her fingers rode you through it. The convulsions of her inner walls set off as sparks while you recovered.
"This is just for the three of us..." Sarah smirked while sucking you off her fingers. And you nodded, aware the promise you made earlier to the jet was also true to your two best friends.
This would be happening whenever you had the chance.
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Pairing: Sarah Cameron x reader
Halloween Event
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You were new to Outer Banks and it was your first Halloween without any of your friends. You felt like an outsider, like you didn't belong, until Sarah Cameron came along and gave you a friendly shoulder to lean on. She made you feel special, like you were the only friend that mattered to her, and you were so grateful for her and what she did for you.
It was Halloween night and you and Sarah were wearing matching costumes to trick or treat. "Aren't you a little old to be trick or treating?" Rafe popped his head around the door and gave a sarcastic smirk. "Go away Rafe. We'll do what we want." He chuckled and walked away but a sinking feeling set in the pit of your stomach.
"Maybe he's right, Sarah, maybe we are too old. We should just leave it." Sarah whipped around with a frown on her face. "Absolutely not! You deserve to experience the Outer Banks halloween just like everyone else, and that includes trick or treating, alright? Now pick up that bag and let's go!"
As you walked out of the Cameron residence, you both separated and walked around the other Kook's houses to gather the most candy you could get, and met back up with each other a few hours later.
"So, how much candy did you get?" You opened the bag and Sarah smiled wide. "You did amazing, Y/N, better than me!" She opened hers and you both laughed. "Let's go back to my house and we'll eat this watching horror movies!" You both linked arms and made your way back.
Sarah really had made you feel like you belonged and you were so grateful for her and her friendship.
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𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 || 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧
“𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭?
𝘖𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥?
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦“
Inspo: Weston Estate - Silence
Pairing: Sarah Cameron x Male!reader
Summary: All you heard was the silence, and the wail of your heart...
Warnings: Angsty as fuck with brief bursts of fluff
Words: 3444
The sun broke out beyond the horizon, signifying the early sights of the morning. It was nice. At least, it was nice for what it was. Giving the faintest amount of warmth your heart needed in this time of melancholy. And sitting on John B’s dock, you settled on the stern of the HMS Pogue. The freshly installed padding makes seeing the sun far more comfortable than your body felt.
You ached, terribly. Body sore from the countless nights of no sleep and eyes heavy from the countless tears you were sure could drown all of Outer Banks. Yet, it amounted to nothing in the end when everything you’ve felt has been simply a lie. A smokescreen to everything that was being played out behind the scenes.
Everything you did wasn’t enough in the end. Leaving you a sour version that others barely got along with. You were a mood killer. The Pogues understood it, but it didn’t help how you didn’t open up to them. But how could you? This was the girl of your dreams you were talking about. The same girl that danced around you, placing false hopes in your mind, when in all actuality she was interested in your friend.
A joint rested between the pads of your index and thumb. Burning absently as you continued to stare out at the open ocean. Taking the reflecting star that bounced off the water rather nicely. It was truly a sight to behold. One that you wished could be spent with the whole band of misfits you had stuck beside since you were children.
Although the weed was helping you recuperate, gaining hold of your bearings, it didn’t help find the safe haven you were hoping to find. Able to shed your clothes of emotion and be able to continue on without Sarah Cameron on your mind.
“Yo, Y/n!” Running a hand through your hair and successfully sweeping the strands out of your eyes, you looked over your shoulder. Finding a barely clothes JJ Maybank walks over with a gentle smile. “Smoking a doink without me, bud?”
JJ had been one of the three that stuck around for you. The years of childhood memories and you two being the most reckless out of the Pogues created a different bond you had with the others. His words made your chest swell and your stomach jitter with euphoria. He was a beam of joyfulness that you cherished each and every day you got to have in your life.
“Wanted to watch the sunrise.” You watched the boy hop onto the boy, making you yelp as your gripped onto the edge to keep yourself still. JJ snickered into amusement, clambering onto the back and taking the cold and empty spot beside you. You handed him the joint as you clasped your hands with pursed lips. “Nothing beat’s this view.”
“I agree,” JJ muttered, chest swelled with smoke as he returned the joint back to you. Exhaling with a rough cough falling from his throat, his closed hand hitting his chest as he hacked up a lung. You laughed softly, rubbing a comforting hand across the blonde’s back. “The sunset is just as good.”
You hummed, lips shaped in a thin-lip smile. There was a time when you hadn’t watched this alone and it had been spent with the whole group. A cold beer in your grasp with wet droplets covering your hands as you watched the sun slowly fall beyond your gaze. The bristling of long blonde hair brushed against your cheek with the faintest sound of snores echoing in your ears.
Those were the days.
Things were simple back then. Now, it was hard for you to try and keep track of whatever else were doing. You barely left your room in the Chateau. How could you when John B and Sarah would just be outside in the living room? But it’s not like you had a choice when you had nowhere else to go. Pope came by occasionally but didn’t interact with you since you were still a bit sensitive, and Kiara just didn’t like you. After snapping at her about the prying of your mind she had tried conducting, it created a very bitter response to erupt.
None of it had been purposeful, but it had happened and you would have to live with it. Your only saviour was JJ, who wasn’t afraid to pull you out of bed and forced you to come to parties. Sticking by your side the entire time, unless he needed your help getting with a chick. Reenacting a lot of your first few years of Highschool together in those few good moments.
“You know, you can talk to me, right?” JJ mused. It took you a moment to realize he was talking to you, seeing him staring out at the beautiful ocean. When he must’ve noticed your gaze, he looked at you with a comforting smile. “I mean that, Y/n. I know it’s still fresh, but I am always here. I’ve known John B for just as long as you, but what he did wasn’t right. So, whatever happens, later on, I’m with you.”
For the first time in a while, that’s what you needed to hear. Smiling forcefully, but attempting to hide the tears that brimmed in your eyes—sniffling as you exhaled heavily. Feeling the firm hold of JJ’s arm wrap around your shoulder and pull you close. Making you rest your head on his shoulder, silently letting the tears fall into the ocean and be swept away.
It wasn’t long after that the two of you wandered back to the Chateau. Laughing about something that JJ had done last night at the party he and others went to. But upon entering, you two found Sarah's seat on the counter in front of the coffee machine. A yawn escaped her lips as she attempted to rub the exhaustion from her eyes.
It hadn’t worked.
As always, Sarah was beautiful. It was hard to take that away from someone who looked breathtaking even after waking up. Her hair was slightly astray and frizzy on top. Her tanned legs swayed as she watched the pot slowly fill with her personal pick-me-up. A shirt that reached her mid-thighs covering whatever was underneath. But the sight of her didn’t hurt you, but the shirt. It was yours. One that she had stolen from you and promised to never give it back when the two of you were… whatever you two were.
But with the sound of the inside patio door slamming shut, the girl swivelled her head to see you and JJ. She had a surprised expression seeing either of you awake. “Didn’t know you were an early bird, JJ.” The response she received was a pause of silence. Just as JJ had said, he would take your side. With the pain still so fresh in your mind, he knew that meant not interacting with Sarah as much as he used to. Well, not with you around at least. If he could help you adjust, then his attention would be put on you.
After a heavy atmosphere filtered the living room and kitchen, JJ walked in further with a sigh. “Y/n and I are going on a walk,” he said, going to the fridge and pulling out multiple beers. Noticing that this would be a very long day, you grabbed John B’s backpack and walked over.
“Can I come?” She inquired, groaning as she stretched her arms above her head. “I haven’t been this awake this early. I wanna get a good walk-in.”
Her obliviousness left a sour taste in your mouth. Did she really not care? Was she going to act as if nothing happened 2 months ago? The fact that she couldn’t get the hint irked you. Far more than you’d like to admit. You weren’t angry but frustrated by the girl.
“We’ll be back in a few hours. Don’t wait up for us on anything.” JJ’s very own cold tone surprised you just as much as Sarah. Making you sigh softly as you run your hand through your hair.
“Come with.” The look you got from JJ was incredulous and made you feel embarrassed. Was it pitiful that you still wanted to be around her after everything she did? “We’re just going to a spot we used to hang out at when we were kids.”
Sarah smiled warmly at your invitation. “Then let’s go.” She walked past you and JJ, grabbing her shoes and slipping them on. You could feel JJ’s eyes bore into the side of your head, and you knew he was on the brink of putting you in a headlock and chastising you like an older brother. He wanted the best for you, but you weren’t making it easy for him, or yourself.
But maybe you were just a fool grasping onto hope. Holding it close to your already quivering heart that was being held together by tape. The idea of leaving whatever it was that you and Sarah experienced unfinished didn’t feel right. None of what had happened since she got with John B felt okay. There was a piece of your story that wasn’t written and you wanted to see if there was another chapter ahead or if this is how your love story concluded.
The three of you quickly set off on the walk, all holding beers whilst you hauled the bag on your back. There wasn’t much conversation besides brief comments. One thing was for sure; Sarah made you uncomfortable. You were hesitant to even say anything as you were sure she would try and converse with you. One; she wanted to fill the silence. Two; neither of you had talked much since she got with John B. All of it for good reason, but not enough to make you courageous and attempt to hold a conversation with her.
Eventually, the three of you arrived at the small fort. It was in the thick density of the trees on the Cut. Old pieces of wood scavenged and nailed into trees; all done by you and JJ. So many memories are held in this little fort that still sported the old dusty blankets and pillows. Surely festering with bugs, yet, they still caused a smile to form on your lips. Drawings on the ceiling of the fort in crayon drew your attention next. Shooting stars and other indecipherable drawings you two had created. But you definitely see the massive difference in quality from yours to JJ’s.
Settling on your side of the fort, you sighed and set the backpack between your legs. JJ takes the spot opposite you, and Sarah sits beside you. An action that made you bristled with not so forgotten goosebumps.
“Is this where you guy’s used to hang out at when you were kids?” Sarah asked, eyes glossing every little detail. You glanced at her while you grabbed a new joint and beer from the backpack.
“When things got hard at home, we met up here,” you said, gaining Sarah’s attention. Her eyes twinkled with curiosity and intent interest. “We slept here for days and stole food from John B’s. But Big John didn’t mind.”
JJ smiled as well at the memory. “I remember the time he came running out his bedroom in his briefs, shotgun in hand, and frightful as we were sat on his counter eating cookies.” That caused a chorus of laughter to fall between you two.
“That was scary, man. I fuckin’ pissed myself!” You laughed as you tried to keep your hands steady with lighting the joint.
“Does anyone know about this place?” Sarah mused, joining in on the conversation.
The blonde boy shook his head, taking the spare joint you held for him. “John B never wanted to come and Pope was always helping his parents with the business,” JJ explained. “I don’t even think I ever want to tell them about this place. It’s important to Y/n and me.”
You smiled at JJ, bowing your head with pink cheeks as you exhaled a cloud. Sarah watched you with curious eyes. JJ seemed to notice though. Letting out a yawn, he sat up in a crouch. “But before we start drinking, I need to piss.” His comment made you snicker as you took a puff off the joint. With the brand new open spot, Sarah crawled over and sat opposite you. Her knees curled into her chest as she continued to look around.
Finding something that piqued her interest, she moved a few books and drew books and pulled out a small piano. Nothing professional or expensive, but something for a child. Already pre-recorded melodies coded into the instrument that a kid could play with, stimulating their mind. Stickers of Star Wars were pressed over the frame of the case, making it even more personal.
Spotting the device, you smiled softly as Sarah interacted with the device. Watching her press one of the keys. It responds with an almost robotic tone of the pressure, causing your eyes to flicker shot at the nostalgic sound. It shaped a childlike smile on Sarah’s lips as she tried to find some sort of melody to create.
“JJ got that for me after I started showing the tiniest bit of interest in music,” you said, causing the girl to look up at you with a smile. Her hair swept to the left side of her head and her brown eyes seemed to glow a bit brighter from your explanation of the item. “When he couldn’t sleep, he used to beg I play it and sing whatever the hell came from my lips. When we got older, I just, kinda made songs with the thing.”
That seemed like enough for Sarah to turn the piano and extend it towards you. You looked between the device and the girl, spotting the silent request. Sighing, you moved the backpack and took the device and rested it on your crossed legs. Strands of your hair rested over your eyes as you carefully pressed each key, hoping to remember one of the few songs you made with the instrument.
When you eventually did, you began to play the melody. Sarah’s eyes intently fixated on your fingers, eyes occasionally flickering up to try and catch your gaze. Unable to prepare herself for your sudden voice filling in the extra space of silence. Baby girl don't worry, ain't no problems. Maybe all the liquor in the world will help us solve 'em,” you sang. “Meet me at the bottom of the poison that we swallowed. Drowning in your tears all while we count up all the bottles.”
Your throat strained from the lack of practice in recent weeks. No amount of motivation had been able to get you back into your groove of creating music. JJ tried, but you just opted to lock your door and keep him out. But now, maybe it was the nostalgia in the air or the hurt feelings you felt like releasing, but you felt the tiniest bit of courage to keep going.
“So if you hear the words I sing, I swear they weren't 'bout you. And when you see my face and look away like nothing's new.” Again, your voice strained as you tried to hit the higher notes. Still shocking Sarah who felt compelled to continue to sit and listen. Completely engulfed in your angelic vocals as you continued. “And I'll let go of faith 'till you decide just what to do. The funny thing about pain is that it always ends in truth.”
Playing the keys in a loop, you kept your head bowed. Hiding whatever ounce of emotion you had to shed to sing. It hurt doing so as you were desperate what Sarah had to say or what she was thinking. “Daisies. You never learned to hate me. I wish you were never my daisy. I never thought you could hate me”
The last key rang out as you sat there in pause. Licking your dry lips and sweeping a few strands of hair out of your face as you looked up at Sarah. She wore a sad smile, arms wrapped around her knees as she stared at you.
You awkwardly smiled, moving the instrument to the side as you took a puff off your joint. Unable to meet her gaze just like when you found out she was dating John B. No warning of doing so or any explanation as to what you two had been. And you couldn’t tell if she was feeling anything during that time or even now. So, the less you knew, the better.
“I want you to know Y/n, I care about you,” Sarah said, gaging your attention. It wasn’t intentional, but you scoffed.
Looking down at the joint, you should your head in disbelief as you replayed that day. How she had clung to John B’s side like they had been together for years. How she kissed him. How she held his hand. God, it all made you think the opposite of her statement. If she’d cared, then she would’ve offered you mercy and said that she saw you as a friend. Maybe things would’ve been easier for you to handle.
“That’s bullshit and we both know it, Sarah,” you said, taking another puff off the joint. Sarah continued to stare at you with a saddened look in her eyes. “I mean…” You let out a laugh, looking up at her. “Was anything you said or did real? Or was I just hallucinating?”
“Y/n-” She moved closer, sitting between your spread legs and holding your cheeks. When you tried to look away, she softly grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at her. “-All of it was real. At the time John B and I got together, I was stressed. He and I just… happened.” She didn’t know the right words to describe how it was at that time. Perhaps it was the thrill of searching for the gold or she allowed herself to believe she had something with John B.
“You didn’t tell me, Sarah,” you said, lips pursing as you refused to cry. You wouldn’t allow her to see you like this. It made you look like an idiot and it showed how much she had impacted your heart and thoughts. Because she lived rent-free in both places and you couldn’t remove her no matter how much alcohol or drugs you had. “You left me behind.”
“If I left you behind, do you think I would be here with you?” She questioned, hand still holding your chin firmly to keep her gaze. Almost like she was wanting to try and spot any lie within her eyes. But you found nothing and that probably hurt worse than a lie.
The pads of her thumb softly ran over your jaw with her other hand holding your cheek, doing the same. It was soft and delicate. Like she knew that at any moment you could break apart in her grasp. Reduced to a weeping and pleading mess.
“I can’t play this game, Sarah,” you told her. “I can’t just watch you jump back and forth between me and John B. You have to decide because I can’t deal with this anymore.”
Sarah sat there for a moment, eyes flickering across your face But in what felt like a blink, you felt a pair of lips press to yours. Your momentary shock was overridden with relief as you kissed her just as passionately. Her tongue flicked over your bottom lip and you surrendered. Allowing her tongue to roll and fight with your own as she pulled you impossibly closer. A soft moan fell from Sarah’s lips as she parted for a second to bite your bottom lip. A shaky breath fell from your lips before it was halted by Sarah pressing her lips against yours again.
No other girl you had experienced a kiss with had been like this. It didn’t have the same electrifying effect. You didn’t feel high and grounded like Sarah made you feel. She was gentle in her actions as she took control of the kiss. Keeping it slow and passionate. Just the way you had always imagined it to be.
When the two of you two broke apart for air, your lips were bruised and wet, Eyes heavy as you felt Sarah rest her head against yours. Breath intermingled together as she stroked your cheeks softly as you hummed at the contact. She smiled softly at the action.
“Does that decide it?”
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Is Your Secrets - Sarah Cameron x Reader
Dear Reader Duology: Part 1, Part 2
Summary: For 16 days Sarah has absolutely no explanation as to where you are. She knows, but not from you. And it's killing her. The uncertainty of what she's done to your relationship and where you both stand is killing her. And when you finally make it back home? You both have to face down the future of your relationship and what that will look like.
Word Count: 5.2k+
TWs/CWs: She/her pronouns used, adult/profane language, descriptions of relationship issues/relationship deterioration, mentions of hospice/a funeral (not extensive or central), making up from a relationship, not fully flushed out
Note: Lmaooooo I didn't feel like waitinggggggggg! Part 2 of the Sarah Cameron installment of the Dear Reader duology series I have going on here on Tumblr. Happy pride: go lesbians, go. Again, if I'm lucky I'll get Kie's out before pride month is over.
“What the hell? Where is my girlfriend?” Sarah demanded when JJ and Kiara emerged from the trees without you. Both had grim looks on their faces and Sarah had a spinning anxiety threatening to take out her legs. She watched as the couple exchanged a glance and her eyes hardened almost immediately into a glare. She folded her arms tightly across her chest. “This isn’t funny. Where is she?”
“She…had to leave, Sarah,” Kie said eventually.
“What?” Sarah asked.
“She’s having a family thing. It’s…bad,” JJ said.
“What the fuck are you talking about? No, she didn't, she would’ve told me,” Sarah said defensively.
“She just got the text, Sar. Right before she ran off,” Kie explained.
“No. She would’ve had me take her. What are you even saying?” she asked.
JJ went to reply but Kiara grabbed her boyfriend’s arm squeezing it, as if in warning. It didn’t go unnoticed by Sarah, but she didn’t get why. She shook her head and turned towards John B. He nodded encouragingly, smiling and patting her shoulder.
“Go call her and see what’s up,” he encouraged.
Offering him a smile of thanks she walked off, dialing your number within moments and holding it to her hair. It rang once…twice…a third time…a fourth time…then? It was sent to voicemail. Sarah bit her lip, immediately worried.
“Hey, baby? What’s up? Where did you go? Are you okay? Kie said you have a family thing going on,” she said, drumming her nails against her leg. “I’m worried. Call me back okay? Just let me know what you need so I can help you.”
She hung up and walked back over to her friends. “Did she answer?” Cleo asked.
“No,” Sarah said, shaking her head.
Cleo sighed and got up. “I’ll try to call her,” she assured Sarah before walking off.
“I’m sure she’s fine, Sarah,” Pope offered. “She just has to deal with her family stuff. You know she’s not just gonna run on you.”
Sarah turned her head over towards Cleo who glanced back in Sarah’s direction. She shook her head and lowered the phone. Obviously, you hadn’t answered, then. Sarah’s hands sat on her hips and she started drumming her fingers more insistently. She took out her phone after a few seconds of thought and started firing off a series of texts to you.
Hey, where did you go?? JJ and Kie said something’s wrong?? Why aren’t you answering??
I love you, baby. Just call me back please.
I just wanna know that you’re okay. You don’t even have to tell me what’s wrong.
I’m supposed to be there for you, peach.
For a moment, Sarah paused and looked up at her friends. “What did she say was wrong?” Sarah asked.
Again, Kie stopped JJ from speaking. “She didn’t say anything. She showed us the text she got,” Kie explained. “Her aunt’s collapsed. It looks like she’s…potentially not gonna make it this time…”
“Shit,” Sarah hissed before taking her phone out, trying to call you again. Again, you did not answer. She left another message. And with that, she started firing off another round of texts.
Kie just told me your aunt collapsed. Do you need me to get us over to the mainland tomorrow? Are you going on the last boat? Do you want me to come? What’s up? What do you need? I don’t want to overwhelm you I just know how hard this is.
So just tell me what you need, okay?
I love you. I wanna support you.
I can be there by the morning. Just say the word. You know I’d do anything for you, right?
Sarah made a final attempt to call. This time she didn’t bother to leave another voicemail when there was no answer. She looked over at Kie, face pleading for some answer that she knew well that her friend could not provide. Or would not even if she could do it. She looked back down at her phone, shaking her head, firing off a few more texts.
My love, you’re scaring me. I hate to think that you’re out there overwhelmed like this and that you’re alone.
Please talk to me, peach.
“Sarah,” Kie said cautiously. “She just texted me.”
Sarah’s eyes widened. She hated the sound of that and the nervous energy that filled her at that. “What did she say?” Sarah asked, worried.
Kie didn’t say anything, instead, she simply held the phone out for Sarah to read. So, Sarah had to read the text with her own two eyes. She had to come to terms with the fact that she saw that this was what you said. She had to acknowledge that this was what you meant.
Tell her not to come.
It felt like a ton of bricks had been dropped into her stomach and fell all the way to her feet. “Hey,” Pope said optimistically. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as it sounds.”
“Right,” John B said automatically, nodding in agreement. “Probably just gonna be crowded at the hospital with her aunt. Less to worry about. Nothing about you, Sarah. She’s crazy about you.”
Cleo and Kie exchanged a look and Kie swatted at JJ as he made a noise. “What, JJ?” Sarah asked, overly defensive immediately.
“Nothing, Sarah. Just try to understand that her aunt is dying. Of course, she doesn’t need to worry about you. But we should be worried about her, shouldn’t we?” he posed, voice dripping disdain even as he kept his face neutral.
Despite the urge to snap back at him, Sarah knew that it was largely just her anxiety tempting her towards it. She simply squeezed her hip with one hand and gripped her phone with the other. She offered a curt nod. “Yeah, you’re right,” she said. “I’m gonna head back though and see if she went to our apartment first.”
“Sarah…she didn’t,” Kie said, sounding like she hated even saying it. “She’s on the ferry already. Heading over. Just…give her a little space right now. She’ll reach out when she’s ready. Give her a break. It’s been…hard.”
“What are you saying? What has been hard?” Sarah asked, looking suspiciously at Kiara.
“Look, Sarah. Let’s take you home,” John B said, clapping her on the shoulder. “You are way too worried about this right now. You need to decompress. You’re not gonna do that here.”
Sarah offered him a scathing glare. “I need to know if my girlfriend's okay,” Sarah retorted.
“No, you need to listen to Kie and give your girlfriend a damn chance to get through this. And she wants to do it without you right now. And you need to respect that,” JJ said bluntly, ever willing to push her buttons regardless of how painful it might be to do so.
“And we’re done here,” Kie said with fake cheer, clapping JJ’s shoulder before beginning to bodily drag him away. She threw a final look back at Sarah and a last piece of advice. “Just give her a bit. She’ll be back when her family's stuff's set.”
Regardless of what Sarah wanted, she knew that she had no other choice. She knew that her friends were right, whether more softly presented like Kie or more harshly presented like JJ. So, when she went home again, to an empty bed that should’ve had you sleeping beside her, warm and safe, she was determined to be patient. You’d reach out when you needed her. And you did. You did need her. At least…she hoped you did. Suddenly, she felt swept over by a tidal wave of doubt as she sat alone in your shared apartment.
Sarah was not unaware that she hadn’t been the best version of herself with you for the past month. No, she was entirely aware that this was the worst girlfriend she’d ever been to you. And she hated herself for it. But she truly, truly felt like she had to. After all, as much as she often…hated her brother…hated everything about the way he acted and the person he portrayed himself to be…the last conversation they’d had together had left an impact. Something that she had no doubt he’d be delighted to know.
“You know, you’re a lot more like me than you’d like to admit, Sarah. A lot more like Dad. It’s about time that you stop lying to yourself that you’re some normal little good girl, isn’t it? We’re all adults now,” Rafe had sneered on their monthly call that both of them hated, yet neither seemed to be able to stop.
“You’re a crazy, possessive dick, Rafe,” she’d pointed out, with her teeth grit. “I’m nothing like you. And I’m not some selfish…clingy asshole like Dad, either.”
Rafe had chuckled on the other end of the phone and something about the sound had set her teeth on edge. “Oh that’s so sweet that you think so,” he had cooed sarcastically. “But you should take a look at the way you treat that little girlfriend of yours before you start running your mouth over who acts possessive and crazy…or selfish and clingy. You want that girl to be about you 24/7 and if she isn’t you got a problem with it.”
Sarah rolled her eyes at her brother. “Yeah, no. I don’t think it’s weird that I’m excited to be with my girlfriend actually. Some of us are emotionally mature and actually grew up and have partners that we love,” she had said, the words caustic and barbed.
“Ah, well, commitment’s overrated,” Rafe drawled down the line. Sarah had been furious to hear his smug amusement at her easily triggered anger at that moment. “I bet you don’t even realize how bad it is. You probably don’t go even five minutes without touching her if you’re in the same room.” He let out a hum that had Sarah’s hair standing on end. “You probably couldn’t even stop yourself if you tried. I feel bad for her, I do. I’m sure that your girlfriend hates it. Even if she’s too nice to say it to you.”
At that point, the conversation had devolved largely into her yelling at her brother to stop being such a jackass and grow up and a bunch of other childish and otherwise unhelpful things that only could be dragged out of her by her siblings. Even so, knowing that Rafe was an idiot and a loser and always wrong more or less, the words had haunted her. They stuck to her brain. And part of her knew that he was right. She was clingy. Some probably would call her obsessive. She did feel like she had to be touching you every moment that she could be—it helped her feel sane for God’s sake. And sure she hated when Kiara looked at you for too long even though it was more likely that you’d both run away and elope with a literal fish before even looking at each other that way. So maybe she was a bit possessive at times. But you were the best thing that had ever happened to her. So sue her. Of course she was.
At that moment, it struck her.
And damn it all to hell because Rafe was right and she was just a bit psychotic when it came to you.
And damn it all to a deeper part of hell because he was also probably right about you hating it.
She tried her best to dissuade herself from that being the truth. But, over the following days after that first conversation with her brother, she recognized it more. The pattern of borderline obsession with you. Not to an unhealthy degree, not really. But enough that she somehow felt like a part of her was missing when she didn’t get to touch you every ten minutes or so when you were with each other. And that scared her. It scared her a lot. She’d worked so hard through her late teenage years and into her early twenties to become strong and independent. And in the last two years with you, it had dismantled every wall she’d ever built. You felt too entwined with her; it was like she didn’t know where you ended and where she began.
Sarah would admit it: she got scared.
Sarah would admit it: she was a coward.
Sarah would admit it: she ran in every way but literally.
At the drop of a dime, despite the fact it almost felt like going through literal withdrawal at first, she started distancing herself from you. From her peach. From the sweetest and best thing that had ever entered her life. She told herself it was to give you space. It was to give you the freedom to choose to bridge that gap and make the connection with you both. That was a lie though. That was the lie that she told herself even as she pulled away as you tried to make contact, even as she ignored you and flaked on plans and lied about where she was. Because if there was one thing that Sarah couldn’t shake—not fully, at least—it was the ability to blow up things that were important to her when they got too serious. Sure, it had taken two years this time, but she still did it.
But, hey, consistency was key when it came to destroying your life, right?
Then, it felt like she couldn’t stop. She felt awful that first week and wanted to stop. Going into the second week she told herself every day she needed to cut the shit out. And going into the third week it was the same song and dance to. Every time she said it she vowed she would. Every vow she made to do better she completely threw away for fear that she could not name.
So, she was completely aware that she deserved the silence that she got from you. She’d earned it even. But, even so, it burned her. It pissed her off and it terrified her and she was terrified for you and it all turned her stomach into knots that she felt would never go away. And the days dragged on like this. One day into five. Five into nine. She felt like she was going absolutely insane. Not a word from you. Not to her at least. Kie would get an update every four days or so it seemed like. Sarah desperately tried to act like it didn’t bother her but it stung. Already she’d mentally returned herself to the place of I don’t deserve this in a last ploy to avoid the depth of fear and feelings surrounding all of this. And she stewed in that instead of moping around too much. She avoided people the first nine days of you being gone, but by then her friends had informed her quite plainly that if she didn’t voluntarily come out with her they’d actually kidnap her this time. So, she’d agreed.
That’s what brought Sarah out to dinner with her friends. It was nothing big. It was literally just at the Wreck. Even so, dragging her there felt like a trial from the devil himself for a moment there. She sat, tense and generally off from her normal self. Everyone politely seemed to be ignoring it, even as she snapped and complained far more than she’d ever done even before she’d met all of them. Everyone except JJ who seemed almost personally offended by Sarah’s literal existence today. So, she made it her personal mission to ignore him altogether.
“Hey, Kie, have you heard from her?” Sarah asked quietly as the conversation began splitting off after they’d all placed their orders.
“Nothing today, no,” Kiara denied, while JJ scoffed. “Jayj, stop.”
“No. Got something to say, Maybank?” Sarah asked flatly, practically itching to take her anger out on something at that moment.
JJ looked her over as if she were the least interesting thing he’d ever set eyes on then shook his head. “Nothing worth it,” he scoffed before taking a drink from the bottle in front of him.
Sarah raised a brow. “No. Do go on,” she insisted.
“You’re pissed that she’s gone, yeah?” JJ posed. “It’s been two weeks of her dealing with a family crisis that might as well have arrived outta nowhere, yeah?” He scoffed. “Not even two full weeks yet.”
“What’s your point?” Sarah asked, gritting her teeth.
“My point is that you start talking about how she’s been gone so long, and this, that the other. And you’re saying it all like you weren’t practically throwing her away the past month she was here. And yes I said throwing her away because some of the shit had long surpassed pushing her away,” JJ pointed out, voice acidic but truthful. “And you know damn well I’m right, here, Cameron. You do. The problem is that’s just the stuff you were doing in front of us. So I’m sure you were doing worse when y’all were alone. And all my love, of course, Sarah. But at the end of the day? If you’re being as shitty a girlfriend to her as I even think you’re being? I hope she doesn’t come back again. I hope she doesn’t answer you. And I hope you figure out what the fuck got you so flighty when you’ve been happily held down the past two years by a woman you like…are obsessed with.”
“Why don’t we all take a step back here,” Cleo suggested, stepping in front of Sarah. Sarah hadn’t even realized that she’d moved. “Before things get more heated.” Sarah’s glare didn’t move from JJ. Cleo squeezed her shoulder. “Come on. Sarah.”
After another moment, Sarah cut her eyes over toward Cleo. She scoffed and pulled roughly away from her friends. “Fuck you, JJ,” she snapped as she stormed over to the door.
“Sarah,” Kie called after her.
But, Sarah didn’t reply. Instead, she stormed her way home and stewed in her anger, sadness, and hurt. It was easy to be angry. Very easy. It was probably the strongest thing passed down through her family. It was easier to stay attached to the anger than it was to try and reckon with JJ’s words…his accusations. Yes, it was far easier considering the voice in the back of her head that informed her plainly and repeatedly just how right JJ had been. So, instead of facing that, she happily stuck to the anger she felt at your perceived abandonment of her. She’d lost a lot in her life. You knew that. And now, what? She was expected to be okay with losing you? When she loved you, her precious girlfriend, more than anything else? No matter what the back of her mind reminded her of—her poor treatment of you—she couldn’t think beyond the threat of losing you.
The cycle went on like that
Despite every instinct in her mind, Sarah called you. She knew damn well that you wouldn’t answer. But, she just had to hear your voice on the voicemail. Just for a moment. She let out a shaky sigh as she heard your voice, telling her that you were sorry for missing the call and that you’d call her back if she just left a message after the beep. Your voice was so light, you were so full of joy. Sarah longed to have that happiness coloring your tone again. She longed to be the reason you were that happy again. At the sound of the beep, Sarah paused, unable to hang up.
“Hey, peach,” she said, the words practically squeaking out of her mouth. “I know you’re busy. Everyone says that you’re dealing with the family stuff on the mainland. I know. I get that. I’m sorry. I just…I just needed to hear your voice with the voicemail. I love you. I’m sorry. Please…I know I don’t deserve it. And I know that…I don’t want to make this about me. But…just…when you come back…let me talk to you. Please. Let me fix things. I love you so much. I can…I can explain everything about how fucking awful I’ve been. And I promise that I’m not gonna make excuses. I just…you deserve to know.” She let out a shaking breath. “I love you. I miss you. I…I can’t wait to see you again, my love.”
After that, Sarah hung up again, practically flinging the phone away from her. She took a few deep breaths and wiped away tears from her face that she hadn’t even realized had fallen. She forced herself to muster all of her strength and stopped crying. She stopped letting herself feel the hulking weight of her upset and instead laid down in her bed. She curled up in a ball and didn’t let herself cry, but instead forced herself to sleep. It was much, much easier that way—less pain gripping at her throat threatening to pull her under the weight of her own sadness and crush her. So, sleeping it was.
Even so, the last thing on her mind as she drifted off to sleep was you.
Nine days turned quickly into sixteen. And suddenly, it had been half a damn month since Sarah had seen or spoken to her girlfriend. It was killing her. By then, her friends were making a much more concentrated effort to try and make her feel better. Even JJ by then was trying to give Sarah something to smile about and distract her from your conspicuous and extended absence from her life. The most recent attempt was today, with Kie and Cleo dragging her down to the beach with the guys to look for sea glass they could use to make some new jewelry for each other. There also was the side quest of meeting the new girl that John B had been getting to know and definitely getting to be smitten with.
But, hours later, when the sun was burning high, her pockets were full of sea glass and her shoes full of sand, the mission got thrown to the wayside. It had been great hanging out with everyone. For once she’d been wholly distracted. Hell, she’d even found herself getting along well with the new girl that John B was seeing—she was sweet, really. But none of that mattered when she saw you at the end of the beach, walking towards them. She froze like a statue, brain overwhelmed so completely that it shut off entirely.
Naturally, everyone’s attention turned in your direction when they noticed the near-comical freeze from Sarah. You simply gave a half-smile when you realized that your friends had spotted you. One of your hands was shoved into your pocket, the other held a bouquet of dahlias that could only have come from your family’s flower shop—the shop that had been closed for two weeks now, much to the disappointment of the island. Your eyes were downcast, protected by sunglasses against the midday rays. Sarah blinked once, twice, a third time. You were beautiful and perfect and terrible and she missed you and she hated you and she loved you more than anything in this world and she didn’t know how to feel anymore. So, quite simply, she decided not to think about it. To not feel like she had to know anything. She just acted.
Sarah’s feet carried her forward on instinct towards you, slowly at first. But then she was booking it across the sandy beach to you. She threw herself at you, arms wrapping around you in the tightest hug she’d maybe ever given you, practically shaking. You wrapped your arms firmly around her, holding her tightly against you, and let her bury her head in your neck for a moment. Even in doing so, you had the presence of mind to not crush the dahlias, intent on them being perfect when you actually handed them over to Sarah. The pair of you were silent for an extended moment, just holding each other with your eyes closed.
“Hi, baby,” you greeted her, sounding utterly exhausted. Somehow that broke Sarah’s heart even more.
“Hi, peach,” she replied, voice wavering. “I missed you. So much.”
“Missed you too, Sar,” you assured her. She pulled back and looked at you, stroking your face with one hand, the other wrapped around the back of your neck. “You okay, baby?”
“I’m sorry,” Sarah said, tearfully.
Your brow knit together. “Why?” you asked, looking—and feeling—genuinely confused.
“You’re the love of my life and I have been awful for the past month. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you hadn’t come back. You deserve so much better than I was giving you. And if you give me another chance then I promise you that I’ll do better. I love you so fucking much and I’m not ashamed of or embarrassed of you and you’re worth every ounce of effort and love that I give and I never ever, ever want you to doubt that,” Sarah declared. The words flowed from her mouth in a waterfall. “I’m sorry that I ever made you feel any differently. The love that I have for you…it isn’t…it shouldn’t be…it isn’t a secret.”
“Sar…baby…I was just dealing with hospice and the funeral the past few weeks,” you said, sounding tired, stroking her cheek in return. You sighed. “Yeah, you were out of it. You’re allowed to be.” You scoffed. “I just didn’t check in for two weeks, baby. That’s worse.”
Sarah shook her head in refusal. “No. You were dealing with your family, it’s not,” she declined. She saw you open your mouth and shook her head again. “And you needed to do it alone and I respect that and don’t feel any type of anger about it. I was just being awful because I was insecure and felt like I was too clingy. I should’ve been there for you.”
“Sar…stop,” you said, frowning seriously at her. “I didn’t want you to be there. I didn’t want anyone to be there. I was angry. I was upset. And I was stupid and wanted to handle it myself. That has nothing to do with you or our relationship, baby. I promise. Who cares if you dropped my fucking hand? This isn’t the music video for fucking All Too Well. You’re not Jake Gyllenhaal. This isn’t a Taylor Swift song, baby. This is real life. You’re allowed to be distant every once in a while. And I can tell you all about everything later. And I will. But we didn’t both need to go through it.” You blew out a sigh. “At least that’s how I felt when I was leaving. So it was what I maintained. I know that it hurt you…and for that I’m sorry. I’m not gonna do it again. I promise you that. And I also promise that I will tell you everything later.”
Despite her best effort, Sarah felt her bottom lip quivering. There was much that needed to be unpacked. Much that needed to be discussed. But, all Sarah could focus on at this moment was the stark relief that she felt. Her relationship wasn’t in danger. Her love for you wasn’t in question. She sagged against you, eyes wet with unshed tears, and looked at you with the ghost of a smile threatening to take over.
“You promise?” Sarah asked you quietly, needing the verbal confirmation.
You leaned forward and pressed a soft, sweet, lingering kiss to her lips. “I promise you. I’ll tell you everything. And you can tell me whatever you were saying you had to in your last voicemail. We’re gonna talk, Sarah. This isn’t the end of anything.” The words came out strong and assuring. “You are way more important to me than my own ego. Our relationship is more important to me than any fight we’d ever have. I love you, Sarah. And if I have been reminded of anything in the past few weeks? Life is way too goddamn short to waste time on this when I just want to love you.” You pressed another soft kiss to her lips that she tried to chase you down to continue. You smiled as you pulled away. “We can work it out later on, baby. Okay?”
Sarah nodded. “Okay,” she agreed softly, leaning her forehead against yours.
“For now I just want to be with you. Okay?” you posed.
“Okay,” she agreed, squeezing your hand in hers. Silently, you extended your hand, the dahlias—perfectly preserved due to your carefulness—being offered to Sarah in a silent apology. Sarah sniffled. “What do dahlias mean again?” She knew, of course. Dahlias were your favorite flower. She had them memorized as well as she had you memorized by now. But she just needed to be sure that you really, truly still felt the same way about her.
“Beauty, kindness, love…lifelong commitment…devotion,” you said softly, pressing tiny kisses to her lips between the last three. “And in this case? They’re just a plain old apology from me to you, Sarah Cameron.”
“They’re perfect,” Sarah said, looking down at the perfect blooms in her hand, wiping her tears away.
“No, that’s just you,” you denied. You smiled at her, soft and sweet. “I wanna hang out for a little while before I head back. Get the verbal lashings from Kie and Cleo out of the way. And JJ’s passive aggressiveness. Then…if…if you want…it can be just you and me tonight?” Sarah nodded eagerly and the pair of you started walking back towards your friends who had been watching the both of you without any shame in it. You glanced at them, eyes lingering on the girl you didn’t know. You turned towards Sarah, lowering your voice so only she’d have the possibility of hearing. “Who the hell is that?”
Sarah grinned at you, brightly. “Oh, that? That’s the girl John B’s been going out with,” she said lightly. You looked at her, eyes widening. She nodded, grin turning into a shameless smirk. “Yeah. I know. There’s a lot to catch you up on.”
“Debrief at home?” you asked quietly as you approached your friends.
“Debrief at home,” Sarah echoed in agreement, squeezing your hand, the weight that had been heavy on her heart largely melting away. She looked over at you as you approached, voice no longer quiet. “I love you, peach.”
“I love you too, Sar,” you said, bringing your entwined hands up to your lips so you could kiss her knuckles. You both ignored the catcalling coming from your friends. You rolled your eyes playfully at Sarah at their reaction. She did so back and you smiled slightly.
Yeah, the trouble could wait. At least for the night. Because you were right. All that mattered? You two had each other right here again. The rest of it? You’d figure it out along the way—doing it together. And that was all the both of you could hope for.
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