ugh I know I’m a day late I’m sorry I js saw the year celebration post!! I love your work and if there’s any chance you’d let mine slip through just in time I’d appreciate it!!! I’d really like #6 from the nsfw list with nerd rafe. 😋😋❤️❤️❤️
all this late night banter
mean!nerd!rafe cameron x academic rival!reader
prompt: you’re fucking soaked
content warnings: explicit sexual content, hate sex (again lol) 18+ MDNI
a/n: okay i knowwww nerd!rafe is usually innocent and subby, but i genuinely couldn't get the idea of nerd!rafe out of my head without having some sort of rivalry
in part of my one year celebration!
The library had emptied hours ago, but you were still there, back pressed against the study room door, Rafe's hand shoved down your jeans.
"You've been staring at my mouth throughout the lecture," he breathed against your jaw, his glasses askew where you'd knocked them. "All those clever fucking comments in class, all that attitude-"
"Shut the fuck up," you gasped, but your hips betrayed you, grinding against his palm.
He laughed, low and mean, the sound of someone who'd spent three semesters watching you outperform him on every assignment, every exam, every curve. His fingers dragged through your folds, deliberate and teasing, and your head thunked back against the wood.
"Christ," he muttered, pressing closer, his erection hard against your hip. "You're fucking soaked."
“Oh my god,” your fingers tangled in his collar, yanking him down. "Then do something about it."
He did. His mouth crashed into yours, all teeth and desperation, and his fingers pushed inside, two of them, rough and insistent. You moaned into the kiss, and he swallowed it, fucking you with his hand while his thumb ground against your clit.
"Been thinking about this," he panted against your lips, "since you destroyed me on the Milton presentation. Watched you walk back to your seat and got so hard I had to sit through the whole Q&A-"
You reached between you, palming him through his khakis, and he groaned, ragged and broken. "Less talking," you whispered, "more, mphf-"
He spun you around, bending you over the table. Papers scattered, your annotated readings, his colour-coded notes, all of it sliding to the floor as he shoved your jeans down and freed himself. You heard the tear of foil, then his hands were gripping your hips, positioning himself.
"Tell me you want it," he demanded, the head of his cock sliding through your wetness, teasing.
"And why the fuck would I do that?" you snarled, pushing back against him.
He slammed into you, deep and thick, and you both groaned. "Hmm," he gritted out, starting to move, hard and punishing. "You can keep hating me. Just like how you can keep taking my cock like this."
The table creaked beneath you, your cheek pressed against cold wood, your nails scoring the surface. He fucked you like he was trying to win something, like every stroke was a point on a scoreboard, his breath hot and ragged in your ear.
When you came, it was sudden yet exactly what you’d needed, your body clamping down on him, your cry muffled against your own arm. He followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt, groaning your name like a curse against your shoulder.
After, you lay there panting, sweat cooling on your skin, his notes crumpled beneath your elbows. He pulled out slowly, dealt with the condom, and you both stared at the mess—the scattered papers, the dislodged glasses, the chaos.
You sat up, reaching for your sweater. "I'm still getting that fellowship," you said.
Rafe adjusted his glasses, smirking, already hardening again. "We'll see about that."
