Vanity & Ink ☆ Nerd!Rafe | FEM READER
Warnings: Dirty talk, creampie, overstimulation, squirt & mating press position.
Note: You guys are total pervs, but I love him too.
The heat in the room was almost suffocating, the only sound being the dull thud of your cosmetics and decorations hitting the floor as he lifted you up onto the wooden table. Rafe held your thighs with a strength you hadn't expected from him, his long fingers digging into your skin, keeping your legs wide open as he guided himself inside you. The fit was so deep that it ripped a sharp moan from your throat, causing your back to arch against the vanity mirror.
He seemed tense, the tops of his cheeks flushed in a way that blended pure horniness with that insecurity he could never fully hide. His eyes, behind his pale lashes, sought yours the entire time, dark and paranoid, hunting for any sign that he was doing something wrong.
His voice came out in a trembling whisper, almost a plea, as he delivered a firm thrust, filling you to the limit. His rhythm was a bit clumsy at first, dictated by the rush and the desperate fear of not satisfying you, but the pressure inside was so intense that it made your mind fog.
"Fuck, yes... keep going, Rafe."
Your command was the trigger. Hearing his own name coming out of your mouth in the middle of that desperate moan made the rest of his control vanish. Rafe leaned his body forward, pressing his hips harder, accelerating the thrusts in a subtly awkward but absurdly hot way. He was completely focused on the feeling of your tight, soaking wet pussy swallowing his dick with absolutely no protection, raw, with the urgency of someone who felt they were going to cum at any second and wanted to sink as far in as he could.
You gripped the edge of the vanity table, your fingers scratching the wood as your eyes rolled back. It was only when he pulled the collar of his own t-shirt with his teeth, biting the fabric to muffle a gasp, that you really noticed the contrast. Under the dim light of the lamp, his body revealed itself to be defined, the muscles in his arms and shoulders popping as he leaned into your weight to stay steady. It was almost unbelievable how that boy who spent his days hunched over books could have such a strong, delicious frame when he pinned you like that.
The wet sound of friction between your bodies began to echo through the room, the natural lubricant dripping warm down the inside of your thigh. Rafe looked down, seeing the damage he was doing, and a glimpse of shy pride crossed his face, though he was incredibly quiet, not knowing what to say in the face of such intensity.
When you brought your free hand down there, reaching your own clitoris and starting to massage the sensitive little spot in the middle of that wet mess, Rafe's chest rose and fell with a snap. That sight destroyed the rest of his shyness. His eyes locked onto your hand, the horniness exploding in his mind as he dug his fingers even deeper into your legs and began to fuck you with brute force, going all the way to the hilt, totally surrendered to the rhythm you dictated.
A sharp, breathless sound escaped his throat as your hips collided harder. Rafe whined, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he squeezed your thigh with a whiny urgency, acting almost like an obedient kitten begging for more, totally given over to the moment.
You felt like you were going to lose your mind. The sensation of having that absurdly hard, pulsing cock stretching your inner walls was almost too much to handle. Your pussy burned and throbbed with every thrust, completely filled by his size.
"Do you like it when I do this?"
He tried to keep his voice steady, risking a dirty tease, but his tone still carried that subtle edge of shyness that made him a thousand times more turned on. He was so desperate, so immersed in the heat of your body, that any shame was being swallowed by pure lust.
"Yes... you're fucking me so good, baby. Your dick is so big."
The words acted like fuel. Rafe closed his eyes tightly, absorbing the praise as a violent shiver ran all the way down his spine. Absolutely nothing in the world would be able to satisfy him more than that blind devotion, the indescribable pleasure of losing himself entirely inside your tight pussy, knowing he had total control over your every moan now.
"Come on, take this pussy."
The command came out of your mouth direct, raw, breaking the last thread of sanity Rafe was trying to hold onto. To punctuate the order, you lightly tapped your own clitoris with your fingertips, the wet slap echoing in the small space between you.
Rafe gasped out loud, his blue eyes widening slightly before darkening completely with lust. Seeing you like that, commanding the rhythm and acting like a dirty, hot girl who was totally aware of the power she held, made his chest ache from so much intensity. A knot of insecurity tightened his throat for a second, that paranoid thought that you were too good for him, that any guy on the island would line up to have you right there, on that table.
But you were his right now.
That glimpse of possessiveness mixed with the fear of losing you made his hips move with a renewed desperation, his dick pulsing even harder inside your canal as he tried to keep up with your dirtiness.
A violent tremor started at the base of your spine and spread through your thighs, making your legs go completely weak. Rafe noticed the change instantly; he was totally in the palm of your hand, attentive to every spasm of your body.
Your pussy reached the absolute limit of saturation. The climax came like an overwhelming wave, causing your inner walls to crush his dick so hard that you lost your breath. For the first time in your life, the orgasm was so intense that you squirted, a hot jet that gushed against his abdomen and waist, wetting the skin of both of you.
Rafe's eyes widened, completely amazed and in shock at the intensity of the scene. That destroyed any shred of shyness left in him. Instead of stopping, his horniness multiplied, and he kept hammering hard into your hyperventilating pussy, making you squirt even more with each deep thrust, coating his hands and the surface of the table.
Faced with that chaotic and absurdly hot sight, Rafe lost control completely. He let out a dragged moan, digging his fingers into your waist, and came deep inside you, pouring everything in raw.
When he finally pulled his dick out, the thick, white liquid began to slowly drip from your pussy, mixing with the trail of squirt that was already wiping down your legs. The scene in the room was pure wreckage; you were completely sticky and gooey, with his hips displaying the same wet mixture. The two of you just stayed there, panting, your bodies glistening with sweat and fluids under the dim light of the lamp.
