see you try
pairing: Rafe Cameron x Pogue!reader
summary: in which Y/N finally gets what she (and Rafe) wants.
warning: public sex, degradation, outdoor sex, dry humping, lmk if i’m missing something
July was rolling in. The first heatwave had just hit. What did that mean? Keggers. Every weekend. You, Kiara, and Sarah had made it a plan to attend every one of them. Keggers were the only time you would ever find kooks and pogues enjoying their time together. To make it all better for you, Rafe would be there. You saw how he looked at you, undressing you in his mind. Every time you were in the same downed a few beers and you were laughing with Kie and Pope when Rafe’s eyes met yours. He waited momentarily, looking you up and down before he moved his glance somewhere else.
Stubborn, sassy, Y/N got whatever she wanted.
“I’ll be right back, guys,” you said, interrupting Kie and Pope’s pointless argument. They nodded mindlessly as you walked in his direction, drink in hand.
Reaching him, you wasted no time and started grinding on him. His arms shot up, surrendering at first. “What are you doing, Y/N?” Instead of responding, you turned to face him and grabbed his hands, lightly placing his hands on your waist as you turned and leaned so your ass was on his crotch and hands near your knees. “Y/N, are you drunk? We are in public.”
You laughed, “Just a little buzzed.” You turned around to him again, wrapped your arms around his neck, and brought your mouth next to his ear. “Don’t act like you don’t like it, baby. I see the way you look at me.” You kissed beneath his ear, making him gasp. He placed his hands back on your hips, gripping them tightly.
“Stop dancing like that or I will cum right here,” he groaned, eyes screwed shut and face turning red.
You noticed he had a tent growing in his pants already, and you ground against him again, his crotch hitting just right. “See if I care.”
He pushed you, separating your crotches just enough so he could run his hand under your short dress, “No panties?” He teased at your entrance, groaning. “I’ve never wanted to fuck you the way I do now.”
“Then do it.”
Only a minute later, you were laid out on the beach, separated from the rest of the party. He had pulled you along with vigor, despite his struggle to walk. Without a thought, he shoved you down onto a towel. “You look so good like this. I can’t wait to ruin you.” Rafe pushed your dress up to your waist and admired your dripping pussy. “I shouldn’t allow myself to be this close to you,” he added as he was unbuckling his pants.
“You’re right. You should be closer to me,” you said, sitting up and reaching for his now free cock. He pushed you back down.
“You’re a needy slut. Did you know that?” he chuckled, bringing himself over you. You nodded in response. “Use your words, whore.”
“Yes, Rafe. I’m a needy slut,” you said, smiling and holding back a laugh. He grabbed your chin and brought your face to his.
“Drop the attitude, or I’ll fuck it out of you, pogue,” he said, barely done with his words before leaving open-mouth kisses on your lips and neck. He chuckled when you gasped because he found your sweet spot.
“I’d like to see you try.”
He laughed again as he spent a fraction of a second aligning himself and them slamming into you. There was no time to adjust as he found his rhythm within you. The pleasure quickly outweighed the pain as you screamed and he slapped his hand over your mouth. “Fuck, Y/N. I have waited to hear how you sound, but you have to remember we’re in fucking public.” Rafe took his hand off your mouth and picked you up by the hips so he could bring yours to his. Against what he said, you couldn’t help but let sighs and gasps of pleasure spill.
“Fuck, Rafe,” you whined and he groaned, cock twitching inside of you.
His thrusts became sloppier as he got closer to his relief came closer with yours. Your back arched, and you clenched around his twitching member. He leaned over you, allowing him deeper access, while he worked his fingers on your sensitive bud.
Soon enough, you were both riding out your highs. “Fucking hell, Y/N. I need to fuck you again,” he said, pulling your dress back down and fixing his pants.
“Maybe, in a house instead? A car, at least?”
“Let’s go then,” he said breathlessly, already lifting you.
Just as you had stood and started walking, you saw John B pulling Sarah down the beach, just as Rafe had to you.
“Don’t tell me you’re about to fuck my sister,” Rafe said, laughing.
“Y/N? Did you just fuck my brother?” Sarah said, pretending to vomit. You and Rafe ran off, laughing.