His Little Pogue | Rafe Cameron
pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader
summary: you have complex feelings for rafe cameron but when he shows up to the chateau, he shows you his feelings are just as complex.
warnings: unedited, smut (18+), enemies to lovers!, dry humping, semi-public, fingering, slight overstimulation, dumbification (if you squint), rafe is fucking filthy, degradation, oral (f), i think thatâs all lol
authorâs note: this is my first time writing smut and itâs also unedited bc iâm lazy.
yâall want a pt.2? lmk!!
Thatâs all itâs ever been and probably what it will always be. You happen to fall into the Pogue category. You run around all day with the misfits of the Outer Banks, smoking pot, stealing, and the occasional treasure hunting. You have everything you could ever want: being free alongside your 5 bestest friends.
At least thatâs what you thought before you met him.
You would be wrong if you said that rafe was unattractive. Although you would never say that because his head doesnât need to be any bigger than it already is. Another thing you are ashamed to admit is that you used to have a huge crush on him, in fact you still do. But god, you couldnât fucking stand him.
He always felt the need to insert himself into business with you and your friends. I guess he wanted to keep an eye out for what Sarah was doing because he was always spying for Ward. He would terrorize your group and call you âDirty Poguesâ and maybe throw a couple punches here and there. But with you, he was a lot different.
He would allow his gaze to linger just a little too long and would never break eye contact. He would whisper insults into your ear when the two of you were alone, find any excuse to give you light, lingering touches that meant nothing. But you couldnât deny that they made you body heat up.
You were sitting at the dock by the Chateau, blunt in one hand and a lighter in the other. jj and kie were sitting next to you, talking about your plans for the day. john b, sarah, and pope were sitting inside, oblivious to what was to come.
You lit the blunt and took a long drag and exhaled into the humid air. Just as you were about to pass the joint, you hear a car pull up. Itâs way too nice to be a Pogue car, and you know exactly whose car it is.
âHere we fucking go. What a waste of good weed.â jj huffs as puts the blunt out on the dock and stands up, fixing his hat. He looks ready to fight and you have to mentally prepare yourself.
The car doors open and out comes topper, kelce, andâŠrafe.
They start walking toward you and you, kie , and jj meet them halfway.
âgod, it never ceases to amaze me just how shitty you Pogues live.â topper spits as he kicks an empty beer can across the grass.
âWell you know, some of us donât have Daddy to come and buy us all these nice things while we sit and do jack shit.â jj says as he walks towards topper. topper looks shocked, like heâs never been stood up to before. I look past topper to rafe.
Who, to my surprise, is already staring back at me. He gives me a smirk followed by a wink.
âsomeone ought to really teach you some manners.â topper says as he pushes jjâs chest. You quickly realize that this is going to escalate very quickly.
âI need to get the others. kie, hold jj back until I get the boys.â You say as you start around the Chateau.
âpope! john b! sarah! the kooks are here!â You yell. Just as you round a corner you are pushed against the side of the house. It knocks the wind briefly out of your chest. You look up to see Rafeâs blue eyes staring back at you.
ârafe, what the hell! let me go!â Thrashing against his grip, but proving no effect. He smirks at your attempts, finding it amusing that you think your small frame can do anything as he towers and cages you against the house. You turn your head to see the rest of your friends meeting the other Kooks in the front yard. That gives you some relief.
âoh, but that wouldnât be fun now would it?â He smiles. He brings his hand to move a piece of your hair behind your ear, his gold ring glimmering in the sun. His eyes boring into you, sending an unclear message. Your cheeks involuntarily turning pink.
âas much as Iâm enjoying our alone time, I need to go help my friends. always a pleasure, rafe.â You say rolling your eyes as you move out of his grip, it is extremely short-lived.
Next thing you know, your chest is pressed against the side of the Chateau with Rafeâs chest pressed against your back. His hands are resting dangerously low on your hips, itâs a very suggestive position to be in with someone you claim to hate. He leans over your frame until his lips are right beside your ear. The smell of him meets your senses. Sandalwood and expensive cologne travels through your nose. It puts you into a trance, like you just popped a psychedelic and you are the highest youâve ever been. It makes your head spin.
Heâs fucking intoxicating.
âI like this view much better.â He chuckles darkly in your ear. He pushes his hips closer to you, and thatâs when you feel it.
âr-rafe, get off me, perv!â You stutter, your breath hitching in your throat. He notices your breathing pattern and smiles to himself. He realizes that if you really wanted him to get off, you couldâve slipped out from under him. Yet here you are, still at his mercy. He hasnât even really touched you and he has you flustered like a virgin. He experimentally rolls his hips forward. You whimper at the friction, nails digging into the wood of the house. You instantly slap your hand over your mouth.
âyour body tells me otherwise, sweetheart. something is telling me that you like me.â He smirks against your ear as he places a kiss on your neck. Your body craves more friction so you grind your ass against his jeans, biting your lip and looking up at him. His breath stutters and he lets out a low groan, gripping your hips tighter. His jeans becoming painfully tight as time progresses.
âIâm not the only one enjoying this.â You smirk as you continue to grind your ass against his cock. He lets out a shaky moan, rolling his hips in response. You shouldnât be enjoying this half as much as you are. Sure, you are enjoying teasing Rafe but God, does it feel good. His hands halt your movements.
âyouâre supposed to be a dirty, little pogue; beneath me, insignificant.â he pants, slipping his hands to the front of your shorts, pulling them down your legs. âSo answer me this, baby,â he slips fingers through your underwear and pulls them down to join your shorts around your ankles. You moan as your bare pussy is exposed to the open air and to Rafeâs hungry gaze.
âwhy do I want to fuck you until you are begging me to stop, hm?â He says, breath tickling your ear. He licks the shell of your ear and you shudder as he moves his long fingers further and further down to where you crave him most.
Every ounce of rationality has gone out the window, every shrivel of pride. You are so desperate for him that you think that if he doesnât fuck you soon, you are going to explode. His fingers run up your slit, feeling just how sopping you are for him. Your hips jerk involuntarily towards his hand.
âIs this all for me, pretty girl? Look at her, sheâs practically drooling.â He says he allows his finger to dip into your heat for just a second, causing you to let out a pathetic whine. He laughs at your misery but is secretly holding back every urge to bury his face between your thighs and go to town until youâre sobbing.
âyou are so soaked for the boy you always say you canât stand, for a kook.â You whimper at his words, reaching out for his hand to move it back to where you want, but he moves it out of your reach.
âplease, rafe.â You beg, reaching for his face behind you and turning your head to be face to face with him. He smiles at you as he rubs tiny little circles over your swollen clit teasingly.
âplease what, pretty girl? tell me in that pretty voice of yours.â He kisses your neck affectionately. You push your pussy against his hand and whimper.
âplease touch me, rafe! want your f-fingers, please!â you plead pathetically, gripping his bicep, nails digging crescents into his arm. Your eyes begging him to please you, how could he say no? Just then you feel his hand leave your clit and his pointer finger prods at your entrance.
âYouâre fucking addicting.â He says as he finally shoves his finger inside of your soaking pussy. His cold ring causing a whole new level of pleasure. You practically scream in pleasure.
âfuck, rafe!â you yelp, he increases his speed until you can hear the lewd, squelching noises at the action. You claw at his arm and he grabs your hand and interlocks your fingers against the wall.
âso fucking tight, sweetheart. wanted to shove my fingers in your little pussy for years.â He says as he turns your head so that you are looking directly at each other.
âwanted this for s-so long, baby. feels so good, rafe!â You say against his lips as you whimper when his finger curls upwards toward your g-spot. He closes the gap and kisses you with so much passion, it makes your head spin. Just then, he shoves another finger inside and you moan against his lips. You feel the coil in your stomach begin to form and you begin to tighten around Rafeâs fingers.
âwhat would friends think if they saw you right now, hm? So dumb all because of a kookâs fingers. rafe cameronâs , nonetheless.â He smiles darkly.
âs-shut up, Iâm so fucking close, rafe.â You whimper parting from his hot kiss. His two fingers moving impossibly fast, your arousal dripping out of you and onto his hand, running down his arm. Rafe moaned at the sight. He couldâve came right then.
âbe honest and tell me who makes you feel this good and beg me to cum, baby.â He brings his thumb to rub fast circles on your clit, âIf you do that, Iâll let you cum.â he smiles devilishly. You whimper as you hammer your hips to meet his brutal pace.
â you make me feel this good, rafe! only y-you! please let me cum, canât hold it!â You were sobbing at this point, the pleasure his fingers are giving you is too much. You feel slightly embarrassed by your confession, but thatâs a later problem.
He takes his fingers out of you and spins you around so youâre facing him. You stare at him in hazy confusion until he pushes your legs apart and sinks to his knees. He shoves his fingers back in you and when he starts to suck on your clit, you start to see stars.
âaw, so fucking honest, cum for me baby.â He says as he increases his suction on your clit. Your vision turns white as you reach your high. Rafe doesnât stop as he laps up your release like a starving man. His tongue fucking your pussy in an animalistic manor. His eyes meet yours, his pupils so blown out you can barely see the blue that you oh so adore.
âsâtoo much, rafe!â You whine helplessly at the overstimulation. As Rafe takes his mouth off your pussy, putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking on them. You moan at the sight, taking a mental picture. He stands and you look down at his bulge and he looks painfully hard.
âhad to taste you, baby, taste so fucking sweet.â He admits adoringly as he presses a chaste kiss to your lips and you can taste yourself on his tongue. You allow yourself to get decent and redress yourself.
ârafe! letâs fucking go!â You are yanked back into reality as you hear Topperâs voice from in front of the house. Rafe takes his jacket off and ties it around his waist, barely concealing his arousal. He turns around to you one last time.
âcome over to see me tonight, finish what we started, yeah?â He says with a smirk as he runs back around the house. You lean against the house as your chest heaves like youâve just ran a marathon. You just got finger-fucked by rafe cameron , and you fucking loved it. Your thoughts are short lived as your friends run toward you.
âoh my god, y/n! Are you hurt? We didnât know where you went!âjohn b says as he checks you for any injuries. Your friends surprisingly didnât appear to be injured. So you assume the wounds found themselves with the kooks.
As your friends ran their mouths about the kooks, your thoughts lied with what the hell you and rafe cameron are going to get into later tonight.
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