warnings: 18+, smut, porn without plot, oral both receiving, p in v, brat!rafe, lots of talking, little funny dialogues, filthy
The kiss is all teeth and hunger, no finesse, no patience, just pure instinct. Rafe’s hands are everywhere at once, tangling in your hair, gripping your waist, sliding beneath your shirt like he can’t decide where he wants to touch you first.
And somehow you’re both on the bed now.
He’s heavy above you, but not enough to crush you. It feels more like he’s claiming you, his body pressed firmly against yours from chest to thigh, his mouth barely leaving yours long enough for either of you to breathe.
A low sound escapes him, somewhere between a groan and a growl, and you feel the vibration of it between you as one of his hands trails down your side. Lower. His fingers tease along the waistband of your jeans.
His breath is hot against your lips when he finally breaks the kiss, pulling back barely an inch to look at you.
Those baby-blue eyes are darker now. Wild and wanting.
“Come on, fuck me,” you breathe, already reaching for your clothes and starting to undress yourself.
Rafe doesn’t need to be told twice.
The second your fingers start tugging at your shirt, his hands join yours, rough and impatient. He pulls it over your head and throws it somewhere across the room without even bothering to look where it lands.
Then his mouth is on yours again.
One of his hands grips your thigh while the other reaches down to undo his own jeans, popping the button open quickly. There’s nothing careful about him anymore.
When you arch against him, whatever restraint he has left seems to disappear.
His mouth leaves yours and travels down your neck. His teeth graze your skin before his lips close around the spot, sucking just hard enough that you already know there’ll probably be a mark there tomorrow. Then he moves lower, across your collarbone and down over bare skin.
His breathing is as heavy as yours now.
There’s nothing left but hunger.
One of your hands slips between you, closing around him through his boxers and squeezing.
“You like it?” you ask, your eyes half-closed as you look up at him.
Rafe gasps, like he hadn’t expected you to touch him so boldly.
His entire body tenses above you. Every muscle seems to lock at once, his breath catching in a way that almost seems vulnerable. For someone who carries himself like he owns the entire fucking island, he suddenly looks incredibly affected.
Then a low, rough sound tears from his throat.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
His eyes squeeze shut for a second before opening again, immediately finding yours. His pupils blown wide, and you don’t exactly need an answer anymore.
He likes it, a lot.
Without warning, his mouth crashes against yours again. This kiss is messier, more desperate than the others, and his hips instinctively press forward into your hand, searching for more pressure.
You moan into his mouth.
When he finally breaks the kiss, you put both hands against him and try to push him onto his back.
Nothing.
You try again.
Still nothing.
A bright laugh escapes you.
“Come on, lie down,” you tell him, smiling like the whole thing is hilarious.
Because to you?
It is.
That’s all this is, a funny hookup. A hot guy you met at a party, a bed, and something you’ll probably laugh about tomorrow.
Rafe lets out an actual laugh at your failed attempt to move him.
“Bossy,” he muttered and smirked.
Still, he gives you what you want.
He rolls onto his back, the mattress dipping beneath his weight as he settles against the pillows. One arm moves behind his head in an almost ridiculously casual pose, like he’s completely relaxed despite the rapid rise and fall of his chest giving him away.
You move over him, straddling his hips.
His eyes immediately travel down your body.
Your clothes are half-discarded, your hair is a mess from his hands, your lips probably swollen from kissing him, and somehow that bright, amused smile is still on your face.
You lean down and kiss his chest before slowly making your way lower.
Your fingers hook into his boxers and pull them down, freeing him before your mouth follows.
The first brush of your lips against his shaft makes Rafe’s breath hitch sharply.
His abs tense.
His fingers curl into the sheets.
You keep kissing your way along him, unhurried despite how impatient he clearly is, until your lips reach the head.
Then you take him into your mouth.
Warm, wet pressure closes around him, and Rafe’s hips jerk upward before he can stop himself.
“Jesus.”
The curse comes out low and breathless.
His hands hover for a moment, like every instinct in him is screaming at him to grab you, but he stops himself. His fingers twitch before settling back against the mattress.
You lift your head and look at him.
“Here’s the thing,” you say, pausing completely. “You let me make you feel good for at least five minutes, and then you can be the fucking asshole you are and use my throat. Deal?”
You smile.
Because you like it rough.
Rafe stares at you.
Really stares.
Like he’s trying to decide whether you’re serious, insane, or some combination of both.
His jaw tightens.
For a second, you can practically see something fighting behind his eyes, the impulsive part of him that wants control immediately, that wants to take instead of waiting.
But then his expression shifts.
He gives you one slow nod.
“Deal.”
Just one word.
No smirk. No sarcastic comment.
He settles back against the bed, his hands relaxing at his sides as he temporarily surrenders control to you.
And when your mouth returns to him, he keeps his promise.
You start with the head, taking your time. Your tongue moves slowly over him between small sucks before you gradually begin taking him deeper.
One hand rests against his side while the other wraps around the base of his cock, holding him steady as your mouth works over him.
Rafe’s breathing quickly becomes uneven.
He tries to control it, but you can hear every shallow inhale.
His fingers twitch against the sheets. His teeth catch his bottom lip as your tongue moves over him again, and when you take him deeper, a quiet, broken sound slips from him.
“Fuck.”
It’s barely louder than a whisper and you keep going.
Your head begins moving faster now, up and down in a steady rhythm while your tongue continues working against him. A small moan escapes you around his cock, your eyes rolling upward for a second.
The hand resting against his side moves to his waist, gripping him firmly.
When you take him particularly deep, a small gag escapes you.
Rafe reacts instantly, his back arches slightly from the mattress, his entire body tightening beneath you. A muscle jumps in his jaw as his teeth sink harder into his lower lip.
Your pace picks up again, faster movements. More pressure.
Rafe’s breathing changes with it, becoming shorter and rougher as he struggles to remain still. His hips twitch beneath your hand.
Once, then again.
But he doesn’t thrust into your mouth.
Not yet, he promised.
And judging by the way every muscle in his body is tense beneath you, keeping that promise is becoming harder by the second.
After another moment, you finally pull away, a thin string of saliva still connecting your lips to the head of his cock before it breaks.
Rafe’s chest is heaving.
You look up at him and immediately see it, the tension in his jaw, the way his hands are gripping the sheets, the way he’s practically fighting his own body to stay still because he promised you he would.
“You wanna use me now?” you ask quietly.
His eyes snap to yours.
“You don’t have to hold back,” you add sweetly.
Rafe lets out a sharp breath through his nose.
“Don’t fucking say that to me like that.”
You smile.
“Like what?”
“All fucking sweet,” he mutters, staring down at you. “Like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing.”
The amusement barely has time to settle on your face before something in him finally gives.
Not anger.
Release.
Rafe sits up quickly, catches you around the waist, and pulls you with him. A second later, you’re on your back beneath him, his body over yours again.
“There,” he breathes, looking down at you. “You wanted me to stop being nice?”
His mouth crashes into yours before you can answer.
The kiss is deep and hungry, all the restraint from the last few minutes disappearing into it. His hand closes around your jaw while his tongue pushes against yours, and when he finally breaks away, his lips immediately move along your jaw and down your neck.
“You’re fucking trouble,” he mutters against your skin.
His mouth travels lower.
You arch beneath him, breathing faster, one hand sliding into his hair.
“Please, baby,” you moan softly.
Rafe stops.
Just for a second.
Then he lifts his head enough to look at you.
“Baby?”
There’s a crooked, almost disbelieving smile on his face.
“Fuck off.” you breathe.
“Nah.” He kisses your collarbone. “Say it again.”
You tug lightly at his hair.
“Please, baby.”
“Fuck.”
The word comes out against your skin.
His kisses slow down after that, becoming almost deliberately torturous as he works his way down your chest and stomach.
“That what you want?” he murmurs. “You want me down there?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah?” Another kiss. “Then fucking ask me.”
You pull the rest of your shirt away yourself until there’s nothing left between his mouth and your skin.
Then you spread your legs wider.
“Use your fucking mouth” you moan again.
Rafe’s gaze drops.
“Jesus Christ.”
Your hand finds his hair again.
He slides his palms along your thighs, pushing them farther apart as he settles between them.
“You really have no fucking shame, do you?”
You smile down at him.
“Do you want me to?”
“Fuck no.”
Then his mouth is on you.
The first kiss is almost surprisingly gentle, just a slow brush of his lips over sensitive skin.
You inhale sharply.
Rafe does it again.
Then again.
Each one lingers a little longer, teasing until your fingers tighten in his hair.
He smiles against you.
“Already pulling my hair?”
”Rafe”
“What?”
“Stop fucking talking.”
He gives a quiet laugh, then his tongue replaces his lips.
Your back immediately arches.
“Oh, yeah, please,” you breathe, closing your eyes. “Fuck me with your mouth.”
Whatever amusement had been in Rafe’s expression disappears.
His hands tighten around your thighs.
“That what you want?”
“Yes.”
“Then keep those fucking legs open for me.”
The teasing ends.
His tongue moves over you with firm, deliberate pressure, finding what makes your body jerk beneath him and immediately focusing there.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Yeah,” Rafe mutters against you. “There it is.”
One hand grips your hip, holding you steady while his mouth keeps working. The other travels slowly up your stomach, over your ribs, until his palm closes around your breast.
You moan harder.
Your hand finds his and presses it more firmly against you, Rafe understands immediately.
“You want it harder?”
You squeeze his hand in answer.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You really do know exactly what you want.”
His grip tightens and at the same time, his tongue moves faster.
Your moan breaks halfway through, your hips trying to lift despite the hand holding you down.
“Stay still.”
You laugh breathlessly.
“Fuck you.”
“You can do that later.”
Another helpless sound escapes you.
Rafe actually laughs against you.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
He doesn’t slow down.
If anything, hearing you get louder only seems to make him more determined. His mouth stays exactly where you need it, maintaining the same rhythm until your fingers are tangled tightly in his hair.
“Rafe”
“Mhm?”
“Fuck.”
“That all you got?”
You can practically feel his smugness without even looking at him.
“I’ll come if you keep doing that,” you manage, and a little giggle escapes you as you arch again, closing your eyes because the feeling is becoming overwhelming.
Rafe pauses only enough to speak.
“Good.”
You look down at him.
His eyes meet yours from between your thighs and then his mouth is back on you.
Your laugh turns into another moan almost immediately.
“Fuck, Rafe.”
“That’s it.”
His hand squeezes your breast again as his other hand moves down your side.
“Let me hear you.”
Your breathing becomes increasingly uneven.
“Oh, please, just add the fingers,” you say breathlessly. “I wanna come. Please.”
Rafe lifts his head.
His lips are wet, his breathing nearly as heavy as yours, and there’s something unbearably smug in the way he looks at you.
“You gonna keep saying please like that?”
“Rafe.”
“Say it.”
“Please.”
“Good girl.”
His fingers join his mouth, and the combination immediately makes your head fall back against the mattress.
“Oh,fuck.”
“Yeah?”
Your thighs tense around him.
You moaned louder.
“I know.” His voice is rough now. “I fucking know.”
His rhythm stays consistent, giving you exactly what you asked for, and you can feel the pressure building impossibly quickly.
“Look at me.”
You barely manage it.
Your eyes open, finding his.
“There you go,” he murmurs. “Don’t hide from me now.”
Your body suddenly freezes.
Your breath catches.
Then the heat crashes through you. One hand immediately grips his hair, holding him there as the orgasm hits hard enough to blur your vision.
Rafe doesn’t stop.
He feels the exact moment it happens and works you through it, slowing only when your body becomes too sensitive.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “I got you.”
Your thighs tremble.
“Fuck, Rafe.”
He presses another slow kiss against you.
“Yeah.”
“Fuck, fuck.”
It’s practically the only word you can remember.
The aftershocks keep rolling through you, made worse, or better, by the fact that Rafe refuses to pull away completely.
“Rafe,” you breathe.
His eyes flick up to you.
“What?”
“Fuck.”
A grin pulls at his mouth.
“Very articulate.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“You were talking a lot of shit five minutes ago.”
Your vision is still slightly blurry, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you try to catch your breath.
Rafe finally starts moving back up your body.
You look at him.
His mouth reaches your stomach.
Then your chest.
Your neck.
Finally, his face is above yours again.
You stare into those darkened blue eyes.
“Fuck me,” you whisper, almost pleading.
Rafe goes completely still, then his mouth curls into a slow smile.
“Now you’re asking nicely.”
Rafe’s eyes drag over your face, and the smug smile that appears is almost fucking unbearable.
“What happened to you making the rules?” he asks roughly.
“Rafe.”
“No, come on.” He leans over you, one hand planting beside your head. “Five minutes ago you were bossing me around. Now look at you.”
“Fuck you.”
“Yeah.” His mouth brushes yours. “That’s exactly what you’re about to do.”
Then he kisses you hard. There’s none of the patience from before. His mouth claims yours in a messy clash of teeth and tongue while his hands move over you, gripping your hips and dragging you farther down the mattress until you’re exactly where he wants you.
He pulls back only long enough to shove the rest of his clothes off.
“Open your legs.”
You do.
Rafe looks down between you before positioning himself there.
“Wider.”
You spread them farther.
“That’s better.”
The head of his cock brushes against your entrance, and the contact alone sends another shiver through you.
“Yes, please,” you breathe.
His eyes immediately lift to yours.
“There’s that fucking please again.”
“Rafe.”
“You want it?”
“Yes.”
“Then tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
A dark grin crosses his face.
“Good.”
He pushes inside, your breath catches immediately, hands finding his shoulders as your body stretches around him.
“Fuck.”
Rafe’s jaw clenches.
“Yeah, fuck,” he mutters, looking down between your bodies. “You feel that?”
He pushes deeper.
Your fingers tighten around the back of his neck.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” you whisper, your eyes rolling back.
Rafe actually laughs under his breath.
“Oh, you’re fucked now.”
You open your eyes again.
“What?”
“You tell a guy that while he’s inside you?” His hand closes around your hip. “Fucking terrible idea.”
“Why?”
“Because now I’m gonna make sure you remember it.”
He pulls almost all the way out before driving his hips forward again and a moan tears out of you.
“There,” Rafe says immediately. “That shut you up.”
“Fuck you.”
“You keep saying that like I’m not already doing it.”
Another thrust, deeper this time. Your lips part around another moan.
“I didn’t joke earlier,” you manage quietly.
Rafe slows just enough to look at you.
“No?”
“You can use me.” Your mouth curls into a smile. “I like it.”
His expression changes instantly.
“You like it?”
“Yes.”
“Like being fucked hard?”
You nod.
“Use your words.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I like being fucked hard.”
“You fucking brat..”
His fingers dig into your hips.
“You really shouldn’t have told me that.”
The next thrust is harder.
Then another, and another.
The pace changes completely, Rafe driving into you with enough force to make the mattress shift beneath you.
You moan loudly, one hand gripping his forearm while the other twists into the sheets.
“Yes, Rafe. Just like that.”
“Like that?”
“Yes.”
“You sure?”
“Faster.”
His eyebrows lift.
“Faster?”
“Rafe, fucking…”
He snaps his hips into you hard enough to cut the sentence off.
“That fast?”
“Oh, fuck.”
“Yeah.” His hand tightens around your hip. “Thought so.”
He keeps the pace, each thrust deep and hard, and you quickly lose any ability to answer him properly.
Rafe notices.
Of course he fucking notices.
“What happened?” he taunts between rough breaths. “You had so much to say before.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
You try to kiss him, but you can barely focus enough to do it, instead, you end up moaning straight into his mouth, eyes falling closed as he keeps hitting the same spot inside you.
Rafe pulls back from the kiss.
“No, no. Look at me.”
You don’t.
His hand catches your jaw.
“Open your eyes.”
“Fuck.”
“Look at me while I fuck you.”
Your eyes finally open.
“There she is.”
His hips snap forward again.
You gasp.
“That the spot?”
You can barely nod.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Then fucking say it.”
“Right there.”
“Right fucking there?”
“Yes!”
He does it again, and again, exactly the same angle.
“Oh my God.”
“That good?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Then take it.”
Rafe slides an arm beneath your lower back and lifts your hips, the change in angle is immediate.
“Oh my God!”
The cry tears out of you before you can stop it and Rafe grins.
“Holy shit.”
“Fuck, just like that.”
“Oh, I know.”
He holds you there and drives into you again. Your legs wrap around him instinctively.
“Yeah, keep them there,” he orders. “Don’t fucking move.”
“Rafe”
“You asked for this.”
Another deep thrust makes your entire sentence disappear.
“You said use you, remember?”
“Yes.”
“Then stop trying to run from it.”
“I’m not.”
“You fucking are.”
His hand catches your thigh, keeping you exactly where he wants you as his pace becomes relentless.
“You wanted wild?” he breathes. “You fucking got it.”
Your hand catches his wrist, then you deliberately guide it away from your hair and place it against your throat.
Rafe looks at your hand.
Then at you, aslow, filthy smile spreads across his face.
“Oh.”
Your pulse jumps beneath his palm.
“That what you want?”
“Yes.”
“You really are fucking filthy.”
His hand settles there as he keeps moving, his gaze fixed on your face.
“You meet me at a party, get on your knees for me, tell me to use you, and now you’re putting my hand on your throat?”
“Rafe”
“No.” His mouth curls. “I wanna hear you admit it.”
You moan instead.
“That’s not an answer.”
“Fuck me harder.”
His eyes darken.
“There you fucking go.”
His hips slam forward, your fingers dig into his forearm and every thrust sends the heat gathering tighter inside you, the pressure building impossibly fast now.
Rafe can see it happening.
“You’re close again.”
“I will come,” you whisper.
He gives you another deep thrust.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Already?”
“Fuck you.”
He laughs breathlessly.
“Come on, then.”
Your eyes close.
“Rafe—”
“Come on. You wanted me to fuck it out of you.”
The heat rises sharply.
“Fuck.”
“Give it to me.”
Another thrust.
“Rafe.”
“That’s it.”
And then your body clenches hard around him.
“Oh, fuck!”
Your orgasm hits all at once, strong enough that your entire body tenses beneath him.
Rafe swears loudly.
“Fuck, yeah, fucking squeeze me like that.”
Your hand grips his arm as the pleasure crashes through you.
“Rafe!”
“I know. I fucking know.”
He keeps moving through it, but his rhythm is starting to break now. You feel it immediately, how his thrusts become less precise. His breathing turns ragged. His jaw tightens as your body keeps pulsing around him.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “Don’t fucking do that.”
You can barely think.
“Do what?”
“Squeeze me like that.”
Another involuntary clench answers him and his eyes close.
“Fuck.”
For the first time all night, he’s the one losing the ability to talk.
His hand leaves your throat and grips your side instead.
“Shit”
His hips stutter.
“Fuck, fuck”
Then he stops, buried deep against you, his whole body going rigid. You feel it.
His forehead drops beside yours as he catches himself on his arms, breathing hard.
For several seconds, neither of you says anything.
You let out one final, deep sigh, your hands sliding from his forearms to rest loosely against his arms now that you’re no longer gripping him for dear life.
Rafe stays exactly where he is, you’re both sweaty, breathless, and completely fucking wrecked. Eventually, you turn your head toward him.
“So…”
Rafe lifts his face enough to look at you. You bite back a smile.
“Not terrible.”
He stares at you.
“Not terrible?”
You start laughing.
“Pretty good.”
“Pretty fucking good?”
“Maybe an eight.”
Rafe’s mouth drops open in genuine offense.
“You came twice.”
You laugh harder.
“Did I?”
“Oh, fuck you.”
“You already did.”
“Yeah, and apparently I’m getting fucking graded on it.”
He finally pulls away from you and collapses onto his back beside you, still trying to catch his breath. You roll onto your side, grinning at him.
“Eight and a half.”
Rafe turns his head slowly.
“Keep talking.”
“What are you gonna do?”
His eyes travel over you once, then that dangerous little grin comes straight back.
“Give me five fucking minutes and find out.”
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