𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞? 𝐍𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞... 𝐩𝐭.𝟐
Pairing: tutor!Rafe x Student!Reader
(Reader is 18 and Rafe is 23, CONSENSUAL)
Warning: p in v, protected sex!, slight degradation, language, fingering, palming,
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You sat in your seat, you felt as if you wanted to curl up into a ball; wanting to hide yourself away from the embarrassment you’ve just made for yourself.
You’ve just practically admitted to Rafe that you were acting different because you believed that he would find that attractive.
You were shocked of his reaction, more so lack of one. He just looked at you, as if he was still taking his time on processing what came out of your mouth. He tapped his fingers on the desk. Then chuckled a little.
You froze. Embarrassed for what’s to come.
You were shocked of his reaction, more so lack of one. He just looked at you, as if he was still taking his time on processing what came out of your mouth. He tapped his fingers on the desk. Then chuckled a little. He then had let go of your jaw. Using the hand on the desk to stable him as he leaned back against it. His slacks tightened around his thighs as he leans back. He looked you up and down.
He asked you “you think I prefer popular girls?…”
You nodded slightly, avoiding his bright blue eyes “I- I mean you always look over to them in class… and you always help-”
He stopped you right there, a finger to your lips as he brought his face closer “do you really think I like popular girls?…you are so wrong, sweetheart… so so wrong.”
Your eyes widen at his words. He smirked a little.
“You’d think I’d find some dumb popular girls prettier than a girl who is smart and listens to what I say or do and actually understands what I have to say?” Shaking his head as he still held that smirk. “You think I find those overloaded makeup girls prettier than a girl who hardly or never wears makeup and shows her true beauty?…-” you go to talk but he cuts you off. Placing a hand on your thigh as he continues “-who I think is pretty just because I know she’s doing good for herself than thinking she’s better than anyone else cause they flash their cash.” You were speechless. He lifted your chin so you had to look into his eyes. Rafe added “Sweetheart, you are way more than those sluts of popular girls… much much more…”
You were shocked, he… liked you? Over the popular girls?…
He smirked softly as he moved his left hand onto your waist. “You’re such a pretty girl…” he kissed your cheek softly. He asked “this okay with you?…” you nodded before you could even register. This has been in your dreams many times… you couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
He moved his left hand down to your hip and left it there for a few moments. He pecked your lips softly “can I do more, darlin’?” You nodded, mumbling “y- yeah… s- sir” he chuckled “call me Rafe… we aren’t in college setting now, sweetheart.” You nodded. “Yes, R-Rafe..”
He smirked “damn my name sounds good coming from your lips… gonna get you to moan it next…” you started to feel less embarrassed. Smirking slightly, you felt yourself coming back to yourself. You replied “oh yeah?” He nodded “ohh yeah…”
He guided you over to his desk. Sitting you onto the desk as he stands between your spread legs. He places his hands on your thighs. He tilted his head down so his forehead leans onto the top of your head. He whispers “think someone might be excited, hm?” His hand moves up your thighs. Under the skirt you wore, thinking that’s how ‘popular girls’ dressed.
He talked softly “y’know, if you wanted to impress me that bad… I would’ve like to see you in those long skirts you wear… you style them very nicely… I appreciate that about you..” god he really was striking all the right nerves.
His hand moved over the now dampened panties you wore. You gasp softly. He kissed your cheek “this alright for you? You seem to be enjoying this little ‘chat’ of ours…” you nodded. He then leans in and starts to kiss you. Softly at first but started to grow more and more intimate. His hand moves slowly in circles against you. Humming into his lips as he does so.
He pulls away a little but takes your bottom lip between his teeth for a moment.
He looked into your eyes, gently tugging onto the fabric of your panties “let’s lose these, hm? May I?…”
You nodded, almost desperately. But nonetheless excitedly.
He asked “life these pretty hips up f’me will you? thank you, sweetheart..” he gently tugs them down till the drop to the floor.
His left hand quickly moves back between your legs again. Creating those circles he just was doing, except this time, no barrier between you. You gasp softly at the action. His gold signet ring cold against your heated skin. He smirked softly, he slipped his index finger into you. You moan a little, he said “god that’s a pretty noise, sweetheart.” He slowly pumps the index finger in and out of you.
His right hand gently massages your hip. In this moment, you look down to his now tightened slacks. See his large bulge. There was a slight talk of your college that he was packing. You don’t doubt it one moment. So you did the most thing you could do at this time.
Reaching your hand out, you palm his slacks. He groans a little then smirks. “Want to feel it a bit, hm?” You nodded. He stepped closer to you so your arm wasn’t as stretched out as much. He spoke “there you go, sweet girl, go ahead…” you then started to palm him as he adds another finger into you. You’re both moaning quietly, trying your best to keep it down.
He then pulls his fingers away, causing you to whine a little. He opens his mouth and cleans his digits off.
He then unbuckles his slacks and tug them down. Leaving him in his silk button up shirt and his black Ralph Lauren boxers. He then sits back into his desk chair and pats his thigh “c’mere…”
You hopped off of the desk and straddled his lap. He reached into his desk, searching through a drawer then pulls out a small golden square.
He lifted the packet for you to see, the condom waved in front of your eyes. He asked “would you like to-?” Before he could finish his sentence you replied “yes, Rafe… please…” he smirked “good girl…” he handed you the packet after using his teeth to open it. You grab the rubber with your right hand. As the other hand slowly pulls his boxers down.
As you tug them down low enough, his large cock springs free. Hitting his shirt covered abdomen. He smirked at your reaction “like what you see, baby girl?” You nodded “so the whispers were true, hm?” “Of course… id never lie about something like that…”
You placed the rubber over the tip. Then rolled it down him. His hips twitched up and the feeling of your fingers on him. He then held your hips as you got into position and started to sink down on him. You both moaning at the feeling of you both. He groaned lowly “fuuuuck… feel so good, sweetheart… shit.”
You gasps softly as you almost get to the base of him. You then feel him massaging your hips “you got it… take all of me…” you then lower yourself more. Sitting right against him, he praised “good girl… taking all of me like that, so pretty…”
Before you know it, you’re riding on top of him as he reclines in his desk chair. The classroom filled with smacking noises and your moans and gasps.
That familiar feeling in your stomach started to rise. He could tell to. He was observant and the way you were tightening around his cock was also a sign. You gasped “Rafe… I- I’m gonna..”
He smirked “you gonna cum?… let me help you…” he quickly lifted you off of him. Laying you on the desk. He stands in between your legs once again. Quickly slipping back between your soaked folds. He starts to thrust his hips into you. Gripping your hips tight, in the cusp of brushing. He spoke “gonna be a good girl and finish f’me? Hm? Gonna cum all over my cock? Wanna do that for me?”
Nodding as you gasp. Your legs closing a bit at the fast sensations. He noticed that. Grabbing your legs and pushing them back open and against the desk “hey hey… keep… them… open f’me…”
You tilts his head back and grunts as he quickens the pace. Both of you started to hit the finish line. He groans “ahhh gonna cum… fuck…” you nodded “yes! Yes, please… Rafe…” he smirked “say my name…” you gasped his name over and over. You look into his eyes “there! I’m cu-”
You gasped as he kept going. He then to rode his high out. He then started to slow down then came to a stop. He brushed a few strands out of your face. Leaning down and giving you a soft kiss to your lips. He mumbled against them looking into your eyes “gonna have to make this arrangement more often, don’t you think?” “Y- yes…” he smirked and helped to clean you up.
Soon enough you were about to leave his class and hopefully make it to the last bus of the college day. As he buckles up his belt he calls out “hey, Y/n… the buses are probably gone… lemme take you home… so I know you got back safe, please?” You turned around and nodded “okay, thank you…” “no- thank you…”
God this wasn’t gonna be the last time was it?… nope… it’s Rafe Cameron after all…
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