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ᡣ𐭩 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: rafe x pogue!reader
ᡣ𐭩 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 0.5k
ᡣ𐭩 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: alcoholic beverages, sexual teasing/flirting between rafe and reader, mentions of m!masturbation.
ᡣ𐭩 𝐀/𝐍: i took a... not so fluffy approach to this. IM SO SORRY 😭 the words just started going and i had an idea and went with it and kinda word vomited this lmao. it's not like dirty, but... idk lmao.
the boys were sitting on the couch, a beer in hand and watching some stupid golf tournament. you didn't understand why they liked golf so much, but hey, to each their own. you were a pogue in love with a kook so who were you to judge. if anyone but sarah knew about your attraction to her older brother, they'd have plenty to say.
you met with sarah in the kitchen, her immediately handing you a mimosa. you thank her with a sigh and a grateful smile, happily snatching the drink from her hand. wrapping your lips around the straw and a sucking a large amount into your mouth as you watch rafe from the kitchen. his eyes were on you the whole time.
you loved to tease him, and he loved to give it right back. you always wore the most revealing things in front of him, leaving him panting and sweating. you once ate a banana slowly, making sure to puff out your lips as they wrapped around the fruit, taking a bite. rafe ran off to the bathroom 2 minutes later, likely to masturbate.
making sure his eyes were still in yours, you took the straw out of your mouth, swirling your tongue around the opening, eyes narrowing on rafe. his jaw opened to let out a heavy breath, readjusting himself inconspicuously.
you smiled and winked before walking into the living room and standing there for a moment. you took in account the seating factors and how unfortunate was it that there were no seats left for you. unfortunate for rafe you smirked. he was on the couch with kelce and topper, sarah taking the chair. guess you'd have to share a seat with someone.
walking up to rafe, mimosa in hand, you stared him dead in his eyes, "can i sit on your lap?" you asked, pointing to his crotch. he looked up at you, down to his lap, and back up to confused. topper looked between the two of you, eyes wide.
"it's just... there's really no other seats for me to sit," you shrugged, looking around the living room as if to prove your point.
"uh," rafe shifted in his spot once again, looking around and swallowing anxiously. nodding slowly, he sat up a bit, giving you nice access to his lap. you smiled innocently as you sat down, leaning your back against his chest. kelce and topper stared in shock, sarah was laughing quietly and shaking her head.
you stared at the tv, not once focusing on the golf, you just focused on the fact that you were sitting on rafe's lap and he had absolutely no idea with to do with himself.
