│Teach me.
-nerd!rafe x sorority!reader
-warnings: no use of y/n, tutoring, sex as reward, fingering, orgasm denial, oral (f&m receiving), 69, smut, p in v, rough sex, praise, hair pulling, spanking, bigdick!rafe.
"Cmon just focus and you can get the answer." he tried to motivate, but it was to no luck, he groaned, running a hand through his gel slicked hair and adjusting his glasses when you gave no response, just staring at the test model in front of you. Rafe rubbed his temple, thinking of a way to make you remember better. He wasn't going to give up like this, he was determined to his job, so, he started thinking. He looked around the room, pink walls, fluffy rugs everywhere, queen sized bed that looked like a floating cloud, walls with pictures of your friends, posters of artists, flags of your university logo, trophies from sorority competitions and the pink- everything that was making his eyes hurt to the point that it was distracting his thinking.
He looked back at the trophies, achievements, so, if you're going to want to put work on this, you would want something in return, a reward for your work? He thought about things you would like, he thought about food, buying you some from that place you always order, but he figured you would start with the whole "I'm on a diet" ramble, so that option was crossed out of the list. He wanted to get you something you would actually like, gifts? Clothes, maybe? Nah, you're too picky and he definitely doesn't want to spend a day shopping with you. What else can you enjoy, something he can give right now. An idea hits him.
Your eyes widen and plead for his help, your lips twisted in a small pout. He looks at you, his baby blue eyes catching your attention as you stare at the different shades throughout. Then, something shifts, the blue is gone, swallowed by his dark pupils, gaze heavy as he sucks in a breath, you notice his hand shifting, leaving the desk and brushing your knee slowly, you look up from his hand to his eyes, his gaze never leaving yours, following your reaction as his hand travels higher, settling in your upper thigh, grazing the hem of your pleated skirt.
"Rafe.." you manage to let out in a whisper, eyes switching from his veiny hand to his lust filled eyes. He responds in a low "Hm?" noting how your legs open when his hand travels higher, fidgeting with the sides of your underwear. You reach closer, breaking the contact when you lift your hips to remove your skirt, going for your underwear as well before a strong hand captures your wrist, tight but not enough to hurt. You look up a him and he looks calm, collected, but the way his eyes fall onto yours say the opposite, he wants to let go, take you right then and there, but chooses to take his time.
His hand moves lower, settling on the clothed part just above you clitoris. You breathe out a plead, catching his attention. You beg again "Rafe, please.." he was teasing you for what felt like forever, he smirked, before removing his hand. "What's the answer on question 13?" You groaned, he had turned you into a hot mess in seconds, making you completely forget about what he was here for in the first place. You turned away from him, looking straight at the practice test, wanting to rip it with your teeth into pieces. You think, but it leads you nowhere, you let out another groan, turning to face him again. "Rafe, please... I cant think now, just give me more, please." He runs a hand through his hair, sighing before he turns to you, moving his hand again and you let out a smile, parting your legs apart to let him touch you where he wants.
Rafe drags a hand up your clothed slick, making you bite your bottom lip, almost drawing blood when he presses his thumb and runs it in a small circle, the fabric adding to the friction and making your hips jolt. He turns to face you fully, leaving his hand to tug at the sides of your underwear, sliding them off your hips as a string of stickiness connects you with the flimsy fabric. He throws them over the bed completely, repeating the same action again, the direct contact sending shivers down your spine. Your chest heaves up and down, hips tilting so he can have entire access to you. Two fingers drag up your slit, moaning when they enter you without warning, curling perfectly in you as your mouth drops in pleasure. The stickiness coats his fingers and he groans, your neediness making his pants feel tighter. You claw on his forearm as he hits your sweet spot, his fingers speeding up by the second. "Remember last week, I taught you about this, just remember." He says, looking down at you, but you cant focus, your head drops in pleasure, moans and the sound of sloppy stickiness from his lewd pace fill the room and your brain feels fuzzy as your orgasm approaches, but he notices, slowing down his movements.
You whine in protest, again when you feel his fingers leave you completely. "Answer now, or ill stop touching you." He says in a firm tone and a stern look on his face. You scoff, knowing he's probably being serious. You bite your lip, looking around the room as your mind wanders. You had to answer this. You look at the alternatives again, going over the words, trying to find an answer, logically. Your eyes widen, mouth dropping open, but unsure, deciding to take your chances. "C)..?" You look up at him, waiting for a confirmation, his soaked fingers still on your bare thigh. He looks back at you, grinning as he nods ever so slowly.
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"2 more questions and ill let you cum, baby, keep going." You respond with a hum, muffled by his length down your throat, coming back up for air as he reads the question. "A researcher wants to study whether getting less sleep affects memory. They randomly assign one group of students to get 8 hours of sleep and another group to get only 4 hours before taking the same memory test. What are the independent and dependent variables?" He reads from the sheet, licking up a trail from your clit to your entrance after, making you moan softly, continuing to slide both of your hands up and down his length as you think. His hands dig on the plush skin of your ass, bringing you down on his tongue again as he clasps his lips on your clit, sucking hard on the bud. You arch your back and whimper in response, but his mouth leaving your heat reminds you again.
"I.. the independent variable is...is the amount of sleep..." You start, to which he hums in approval, licking the same trail again, his chin soaked by now. The action makes you lose your train of thought, he's doing this on purpose, so you lower down, making sure to suck harder as one hand still works on the base of his throbbing cock, your spit and his cum making your lips glossy. He curses under his breath when you move your head faster, abandoning your throbbing cunt. You take this time to go back into your trail of thoughts as you continue to take him, head bobbing up and down as your eyes water, his length being too long even with a hand on the base. "The- the dependent variable is.. mph.. the students' scores." You say in-between thrusts, your mouth leaving his tip with a pop, a string of saliva connecting you. He grunts in response, his dick pulsating with need, his tip flushed and smeared with cum. "Yeah, yeah, that's it, good girl." he says hoarsely, chest heaving, still holding you above him, fingers gripping hard enough to bruise.
He taps your ass, signaling for you to get up, he slides up underneath you, standing on his knees on the bed as you stand on all fours, back arched as he places the sheet of paper on your back, grabbing your hips to position you, teasing his flushed tip over your slick folds. "Be good for me and answer this so i let you cum on my cock, hm?" he tilts his head, waiting for a response. You nod your head, impatiently needing your orgasm. He slides his tip, the stretch making you moan immediately, syncing with his grunt. "Fuck, you feel so good." he tips his head back, watching him go inside you inch by inch, mesmerized as his mouth opens from the feeling of your walls squeezing him enough to make him cum on the spot. You moan in response, his length reaching spots that you fingers never can.
"Alright, fuck, which part of the brain is primarily responsible for forming new long-term memories?" He says between strokes, pulling hips back almost entirely, just millimeters deeper then his tip and pushing himself to the brim in a hard slam, making your moans cut in half when he plunges himself inside you. You lose your voice when he changes his pace, staying buried to the hilt, grinding his hips in slow rolls. "Rafe, fuck! Please!" you scream, nails gripping the bedsheets, knuckles completely white. "Please what, baby?" he teases. "My girl wants to study now? C'mon then, do it f'me." he mumbles, changing his pace yet again, going faster now, picking up his speed even more by each passing second. Your brain shuts down, your a moaning mess, but you know Rafe isint letting you cum anytime soon, not until you answer. "I..Its..Cerebellum." you let out, the first thing that comes to your mind as you try to remember, you had highlighted this in your notebook and you took your chances yet again. He stopped his movements and a smile creeps in when you knew what was finally coming, but a harsh slap to your ass snaped you out of your thoughts, his hand grabbing a fist full of your hair as he pulled you forward, the sudden move taking the air out of your throat. "You think you can just guess, hm? Giving me a random answer, thinking ill let it slide." he grits near your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
"Think about it or you can forget about an orgasm." he spits out, his hoarse voice making you shiver. Rafe lets go of your hair, pushing you roughly on your soft mattress, as you land on your elbows, brain numb with every sensation your feeling, his rough thrusts continuing inside you. You tried to remember, he told you before, you highlighted it, it was something with an animals name, pig.. something? No-no, it started with an H, you're sure, you were so close. "H-Hippocampus!" you practically scream, and he chuckles, you smile and it quickly falls when you feel him pull out. You thought you had it, it had to be it, right? You feel a pull at your ankles, wrapping a hand on your waist, flipping you around. He stares down at you, smirk on his face as he leans down, lips brushing with your neck. "You did so good baby, that was it." You feel him smile on your skin as your stomach does backflips. He pushes inside you again, all the way, inch by inch and you wrap your legs around him, pressing on him to go deeper. He grunts in response, leaning his forehead against yours and catching your lips, sliding his tongue in when you moan at a hard thrust. He pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours again as his pace gets quicker by the second.
"R-Rafe I'm-"
"I know, I know, cum on my cock, baby, you've been such a good girl for me today." he encouraged in a whisper, slapping his hips as fast as he can, making your orgasm roll then and there, back arching from the mattress, the knot on your stomach unraveling as he fucked you through it, chasing his own release. You felt the familiar sensation of his hot seed spilling inside you, rolling your hips to meet with his thrusts, milking him entirely. He slowly pulled out, making you whine at the sudden empty feeling. He lowered his head, pressing a kiss on your temple, hovering over you for a second. You were both panting, coming down from your highs and he fixed his glasses, grinning from your cock- drunk state.
"Still on for a date on Friday?" he murmured as you nodded ever so slowly.
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also sorority!reader and nerd!rafe are dating (thats why its kinda? dub-con)
