LESSON LEARNED ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა
warnings: mdni — explicit smut, p in v, unprotected sex, possessive!rafe, jealousy fueled sex, dom!rafe, degradation, dumbification, cock drunk reader, creampie, overstimulation, manhandling, rough handling, mean!rafe, heavy power dynamics, no plot just filth.
you didn’t mean to set him off.
it was nothing, really — a harmless laugh at something one of the boys from the country club said. you didn’t even pay any notice to the shift in rafe’s face at first. not until his jaw locked up, and not until his arm slid heavy around your waist like some sort of a leash.
but it doesn’t matter, not really. not when you still let him manhandle you down with your cheek pressed to the pillow, your skin hot and damp with tears, body aching in that way that makes you feel fucked stupid. it’s a good kind of ache, though. the kind you crave, the stretch not leaving your bones when he plows himself inside, splitting you open.
you’re on all fours on his bed, knees burning against the comforter, head hanging low as your legs shake when you try to adjust, digging for some stability when he’s already hitting every spot he knows makes you twitch.
“stay right there,” he mutters behind you, a breathless scrape of command. you feel the sweat trickling down your spine, chest heaving where it’s pressed into the sheets. “not done with you yet.”
your mouth falls open in a silent cry when his fingers tighten around your hips, sure to leave bruises. there’s nothing sweet about the way he’s holding you. nothing gentle — still so pissed.
his hand drags up your spine slow, heavy, like he’s claiming you with the weight of his palm. and maybe he is — maybe he’s making sure you feel it, the way his anger settles into every inch of your body, the way he doesn’t let up even when your thighs twitch from overuse.
you roll your head to the side a bit more, desperate to catch a glimpse of him, your lips parted, eyes glassy. you’re gone for him, and he knows it — but he’s not done, not until he drives the lesson in deep.
“you think… he’d ever make you sound like this? huh? think he’d ever have you this sloppy? get you crying like this, shit.” he ruts.
drool slips from the corner of your mouth, and all that comes out is a cracked little sob. you can’t even tell what you’re saying — your mouth just moves, soft and slurred and so dumb, chasing the words like they’re hiding from you. “no— no, never, rafey!”
his teeth flash in a grin behind you — sharp, smug and cruel. “yeah,” he bites, chest hot and sticky on your back as he keeps you caged in. “that’s what i thought.”
you feel the bed rock, the headboard knocking violently against the wall, the sound blurring into a dizzy rhythm that matches the white noise rush in your ears. your hands claw uselessly at the sheets, any semblance of strength gone.
“please,” you whimper, all cracked and needy, but you don’t even know what you’re begging for, simply trying to tether you to something real while he pounds you into the mattress.
it’s filthy, loud and wet and thick, and your face burns as he groans, so deep and low in his throat it sounds like he’s proud of you. “please what, huh? you want me to stop?”
“no,” you sob quickly, a pathetic little mewl. he fucks you impossibly deeper at that, rewarding you for the answer.
“yeah, fuckin’ love this, huh?” he shakes his head in amusement, light but mean. “all soaked and cryin’— yeah, i feel this pussy.” he spits low, one hand slipping up under your ribs to pull your chest back just slightly, just to hold you a little closer as he ruins you.
your mouth opens, soundless at first, then a high, shattered “uh-huhhh,” slips past your lips. “jus’ you, just you,” you slur, back arching as he knocks into that sweet spot so deep it makes your toes curl, a lewd squelch echoing in the room. you’re so wet it’s obscene, every grind of his hips making a noise that would humiliate you if you weren’t already so far gone.
“listen to that,” he laughs, “pussy so wet it’s talkin’ for you.” your moans are getting higher, — no rhythm, just choking little cries that stutter out of your mouth every time he thrusts in.
his hand slips under you, fingers rubbing your clit mean and fast. your whole body jerks — a sharp cry ripping from your throat as your knees buckle again.
“r-rafe—!” it’s almost a wail, cracking halfway through when he doesn’t let up, pads of his fingers catching slick over swollen flesh, the motion relentless. your legs won’t hold, hips squirming to get away from the pressure even though it’s everything you need.
but his grip is locked around your waist, pinning you. each tight swirl sends sparks shooting through your belly, coiling harder and harder. he watches you crumble with a dark, heady look in his eye.
your thighs seize, cunt clenching and fluttering around him, pulsing fast and hot. “oh— rafe— can’t,—”
“that’s it,” he hisses, fucking you right through it, pace stuttering as you clamp down on him so tight it steals the breath from his lungs. “god damn, baby— feel that? fuckin’— yeah, this pussy’s all mine.”
you collapse fully into the sheets, body trembling, eyes unfocused as his hips stutter. it’s messy now, desperate, the sound of it even filthier as your cunt creams around him. “fuck,” rafe chokes, harsh as his grip turns bruising again, his thrusts going ragged. “so fuckin’ tight— gonna— shit.”
you feel him spill deep inside, thick and hot, his whole body pressed over yours as he lets it out, “goddamn, baby…” he breathes hard against your back.
he stays there for a long moment — chest heaving, cock still twitching inside you. one hand fists in the comforter beside your head, the other smoothing down your spine now, slow and possessive.
the bed dips under his weight when he finally moves to your side, and his hand finds your back again, “bet you won’t laugh at him again,” he mutters, not quite serious — a faint smirk tugging at his lips when he pulls out, a mixture of your and his spend oozing out slow and thick. you whimper at the loss, hips tilting slightly.
it drips lazily, slick and warm down your thighs, and his eyes drag over it like he’s trying to burn the sight into his brain. you let out a hazy giggle, burying your face in the crook of his arm when he shifts closer. “mmm… dunno rafey, like the way it feels after…”
he huffs a laugh against your temple, hand sweeping down your spine slow, possessive. “shit,” he says, more to himself than you. “like that part too.” .. ♡