Thinking of… Sugar!Daddy!Rafe x Maybank!Reader.

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The Range Rover’s parked deep in the cut, tucked off a dirt road between the Outer Banks trees where no one’s supposed to be. Except you. Except him.

Your legs are thrown over Rafe’s lap, his hand riding high under your skirt, playing with the lace of the panties he picked out for you.

“You like makin’ me act like this?” he asks, voice low, words slurred on lust and that dangerous edge he always carries. “Keepin’ secrets, runnin’ around like a fuckin’ Pogue slut?”

You roll your hips into his touch, mouth curled in defiance. “Didn’t hear you complainin’ when I was on my knees in your shower this morning.”

He grins, nasty and proud. Cocky. “Yeah, ’cause you look real good like that. All messy. All mine.”

He grabs your chin roughly, forcing your gaze to meet his. You can smell the weed on his breath, the sweat on his collarbone. Gold chain resting over his collar, glinting in the moonlight through the windshield.

“You ever let a dirty pogue touch you like this?” His hand dips lower, fingers pressing into the heat between your thighs. You jerk, biting your lip to keep from moaning too loud.

You shake your head. “No. Just you.”

“Damn right.” He pulls your panties aside and pushes two fingers inside without warning. “He couldn’t fuck you like this.”

The car’s too hot, windows fogging, your breath catching in your throat as he finger fucks you hard and fast, watching your face like it’s the only thing in the world he needs to survive.

“Fuck, baby. Look at you,” he growls. “So fuckin’ wet. Bet it’s ’cause you know you’re my dirty little secret. My Pogue girl with her legs spread in my car.”

You can’t even talk. Can’t think. Just feel the stretch of his fingers, the filthy words, the low rasp of his laugh when he sees you fall apart on his hand.

And then he’s pulling you onto his lap, pushing your panties to the side as he frees his cock thick, veiny, already leaking for you.

“No condom tonight,” he mutters. “You let me cum inside, yeah? Let me fill you up nice and deep.”

You should say no. You know you should say no. But when Rafe pushes inside you in one long, deep thrust, all you can do is whimper his name and claw at his shoulders.

He fucks you hard, rough, hand gripping your ass to slam you down on him over and over. The leather squeaks. The car rocks. The only sound is skin on skin and the broken little gasps you can’t hold back anymore.

“You keepin’ secrets, baby?” he pants, thumb pressing against your clit. “You tellin’ your Pogue friends how you ride Rafe Cameron’s dick like a fuckin’ pornstar?”

You moan high, desperate. “N-No… Just you. Only you.”

“That’s right.” He groans as you clench around him, eyes rolling back. “Only me. ‘Cause you’re mine. All that smart mouth, that tight little pussy mine.”

When he cums, it’s deep hot and possessive, his teeth in your neck, hips twitching as he empties inside you. You feel it leak out the second he pulls out, thick and warm between your thighs.

He watches it, smirking. “Gonna make you walk home like that. Let your fucking bitch of a brother and his friends’ see what a little Kook cum looks like runnin’ down your legs.”

Your cheeks flush, but you don’t argue.

Because you love it. The danger. The filth. Him.