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warnings: 18+ only!, p in v sex, protected sex (for once! yaaay!), spanking (briefly), semi public sex, pogue!reader, reader is described as being 20, readers parents are dead, rafe being a playboy, hurricane aftermath
"dad, im not helping out at some fucking pogue shop!" rafe argues, yet his footsteps still follow ward towards the garage.
"everyone is doing their part, rafe." ward sighs. "even wheezie is volunteering after the hurricane. come on, now."
wards tone silences rafe. it's the tone he uses when there's no way rafe is getting out of something. rafe gets into the passenger seat, grumbling to himself until his dad rounds the car.
"and you're going to be nice. it's a bad fucking look for our family not to go to the cut and assist." rafe knows ward doesn't actually give a shit about helping anyone. it's all about their reputation, the camerons have to be the stewards of the island, the aspirational story of pogue turned king kook.
"alright, ill be helpful. promise." rafe can put in one day of work. that's not what he minds. it's having to help pogues clean up their shit that's worthless to him.
"it's some general store. got pretty wrecked, but no structural damage." ward explains coldly, talking about the damage suffered like it's something on television, not real life people.
despite wards warning, rafe let's out a low curse when the car pulls to a stop. it's in the rough part of what little area they call downtown, and he can tell just through the single unboarded window that the shop is a disaster.
he gives his dad one last pleading look before getting out.
"oh hey there!" you smile as rafe enters, the bell above the door ringing. "you must be rafe, im y/n." you stick your hand out for him to shake. rafe does so slowly, eyes scanning over the shop before landing on you.
"how old are you?" rafe questions. he expected someone at least mid thirties.
"oh... im uh, 20. this is-was my parents store." rafe sees the pain flash through your eyes and decides not to question it any further.
"so, what's first?" the shelves are practically empty, with everything on the floor.
"the hurricane door burst open and swept everything off the shelves." you sigh, rubbing your hand over your forehead. you've clearly already been working, forehead slightly sheened with sweat, cheeks flushed. "im just focused on getting everything back on the shelves for now. throw out anything damaged but if it's food, we should try and salvage it."
"what for?" he questions. you clearly have plenty, and rafe can see that only a couple cans are broken.
"the ones who had more issues than just a door blown in." you state like it's obvious.
"shit, yeah." rafe nods. you turn back towards your store, beginning to clean as rafe does the same, reading the labels on the shelves and then trying to sift through the mess to put everything back.
you work silently, rafe occasionally looking over to you, his eyes roaming down your body whenever you're turned away.
"so you run this place?" he questions after a while, taking a sip of a water you brought out for him.
"run it, work it, live above it." you nod.
"that's a lot for someone whose barely out of their teens." rafe huffs out, barely out of his teens himself, only a few years older than you.
"some of us didn't have life handed to us on a golden platter." you spit out, before shaking your head. "im sorry. you're here helping, its just... hard."
"it's alright." rafe waves it off, especially as you pull off your outer layer to reveal just a white tanktop, your light blue bra poking out the top. rafe fights the urge to pull the strap back and hear it snap against your skin.
"back to work." you hum, looking at the clock. you were told rafe could help out until 6pm, and there's a couple jobs you need two hands for.
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"thanks for helping out today." you tell rafe, looking at the shop. it's mostly cleaned up, there's some additional deep cleaning you'll have to do, but it's in an acceptable state now to open tomorrow and allow the residents of the outer banks to buy cleaning supplies and food.
rafes eyes shift to the door, and then back to you. he moves quickly before he can think, before giving you a chance to react, one hand around your back tugging you close to him, the other squeezing your breast, his lips devouring yours in a hard kiss.
"w-wait-" you mutter, pushing rafe away slightly. "lock the door."
rafe smirks, moving to turn the key, locking the door and anyone from entering the store, even though the sign was flipped to close.
rafe moves back towards you, pressing you back into the counter, lips teasing yours as his hands run over your body.
"th-the window." you mutter. the sky was beginning to darken outside, and with all the shop lights on, it would soon turn into a glowing beckon in the dark for anyone to look into.
"sorry." rafe just mumbles. he doesn't care about someone seeing you, not when he's been tempted by your tight tanktop and fitted leggings all day long. besides, rafe feels as if he needs a better thank you for helping you out.
rafe tugs your tanktop up, your chest moving up and down as your bra is revealed, just as good as rafe was imagining it, your tits almost spilling out, which rafe quickly works to get them all the way out, harshly tugging the cups down.
"we can go upstairs." you whine out, even as your hands disappear under rafes shirt, feeling his muscles.
"nah, want you right here." rafe has no interest in going up to your apartment or taking you in a proper bed as he turns you suddenly, flipping so you're facing the counter.
he pushes your shoulders forward, bare tits suddenly against the cold glass, making you cry out.
"gentle, please." you whimper as rafe tears your leggings down along with your underwear, smiling when he spreads your legs to see your pussy is dripping wet.
"yeah, will be." rafe reaches over to the shelves, grabbing a condom and opening it, glad that you had them in stock. no way he's risking getting a pogue pregnant, even if he does want you desperately.
rafe undoes his pants, only pushing them down his thighs enough to get his cock out. he's only half hard, so he leans forward, bending over your back as he rubs his cock over your ass until he's ready, slipping the condom quickly over his length.
"bet you're tight, huh?" he smirks, pressing against your hole. while rafe favors kooks, he isn't against fucking a hot pogue or touron on the occasion.
"fuck me and see." you grunt out, glancing out the window, hoping to get this over with before the sun fully sets in the sky.
rafe pushes in suddenly with a moan as you grip onto the edge of the counter as rafe slams forward, your body pushing against the glass with every thrust, briefly worrying it will break with his intensity.
"fuck." rafe gasps out, one hand wrapping around your hips to press down on your lower stomach, keeping you pulled close to him while the other hand gropes and plays with your ass, occasionally spanking the plump flesh.
"yeah, that's it baby." rafe moans when your cunt clenches around him, his hand moving towards your clit to reward you for how tight you are squeezing him, finger stroking over your pussy.
"god, that's good." you moan out. rafes fingertip is rough from the days work as he pushes his hips forward, big cock plunging into you.
"you like this kook cock, huh?" he smirks, listening to your moans, not able to hold them back any longer. he wonders if your neighbors can hear you being such a slut for him.
"y-yeah." you nod, no point in denying it as your entire body shakes.
"gonna have to start buying my condoms from here." rafe chuckles, looking around the store. it's not so bad now that it's cleaned up. "and using the first one on you."
he rarely gets the urge to fuck anyone twice, but you're so tight around him, so willing as you start to push back to meet his thrusts, a loud slapping sound vibrating every time your skin comes together.
"close." you warn, rafes finger moving faster, wanting to feel you clench around him, needing you to cum to get himself there.
your hard nipples slide over the cold glass, rafe rubbing your clit just right as his cock pushes in, your loud moan signaling your orgasm as you pussy pulses around rafes cock. he shoves his dick as far as your cunt lets him as he cums into the condom with a grunt.
you're both breathing heavily as rafe pulls out, tossing the condom in the overfilled trash can as he redoes his pants.
"come on, my dad will be by to pick me up soon." rafe swats your bare ass, still on display as you slump over the counter.
your legs are shaking as you redress, just in time for rafe to unlock the door and let his father in.
"i hope my son was helpful?" he questions, looking around the store with an expression of approval.
"oh yes." you nod, still slightly out of breath. "he was great."
ward nods, saying goodbye to you before signaling rafe to follow him, who makes sure to turn back and give you a wink before leaving.