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 that's all lol
Kooks & Pogues.
That's all it's 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.
Who even needs Kooks?
At least that's what you thought before you met him.
rafe cameron.
You would be wrong if you said that rafe was unattractive.
Although you would never say that because his head doesn't 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 couldn't 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 "Dirty Pogues" 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 couldn't deny that they made you body heat up.
Just like today.
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. It's way too nice to be a Pogue car, and you know exactly whose car it is.
"Here we fucking go. What a waste of good weed." 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, and...rafe.
They start walking toward you and you, kie , and jj meet them halfway.
"god, it never ceases to amaze me just how shitty you Pogues live." topper spits as he kicks an empty beer can across the grass.
"Well you know, some of us don't have Daddy to come and buy us all these nice things while we sit and do jack shit." jj says as he walks towards topper. topper looks shocked, like he's 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.
"someone ought to really teach you some manners." topper says as he pushes jj's chest. You quickly realize that this is going to escalate very quickly"
"I need to get the others. kie, hold jj back until I get the boys." You say as you start around the Chateau.
"pope! john b! sarah! the kooks are here!" 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 Rafe's blue eyes staring back at you
