pov. the loser nerd that hasn’t lost their virginity but decides for their bucket list; they want to lose their virginity. at a party, they come up to the popular frat boy and begs them to take their virginity.
notes. when i made this plot idea post, i didn’t have anybody in mind… but rereading it, i couldn’t help but think rafe is perfect for this plot.. ok enjoy
content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, rough sex, dirty talk, explicit language, no proof read cause idgaf, teasing, big dick rafe, penetration
your nose’s home is books, you could smell the scent of a fresh book being open from miles away, you never fail tests, and always turn in projects on time. there’s nothing wrong with being smart, but god being so smart means you have no time for a sex life even if you wanted it.
twenty somethin’ years old and you’ve never seen a cock in real life besides that one time where they brought out a penis in your middle school sex education class. you’re too shy to even sneak a look at the print through a man’s pants, too shy to even stand next to a man.
just your shoulders brushing against a man makes you want to throw up from your nerves being unstable. you’re positive you’ll die a virgin at this point.
but graduation is coming up, and your bucket list that you created in freshman year of college needs to be finished. the only thing that hasn’t been done is having sex, it didn’t matter how you did it. just have some physical contact that’s sexual with someone that isn’t your fingers.
a party would be your best bet, somewhere nobody knows you, all you needed was fake confidence and you’d fit perfectly in to the crowd.
but when you got there, it was so clear you’ve never been to a party in your life. you asked questions on what they were drinking, why they were drinking, and what do people normally do at a party. you were embarrassing yourself but you were curious.
you were lost at this party, not physically but emotionally. a lot of stuff was going on all at once, people grinding on each other, smoking, drinking, fighting.
focus. virginity. right. your eyes look around the room, eyes finally locking on a tall man. he was text book description of a frat boy, maybe he’d be the perfect guy for a quick fuck? you sigh and muster up courage, walking over to the man.
once you get there, you freeze. his eyes looking at yours, he looked confused. “have you lost your virginity?” you ask out loud, but he doesn’t seem shocked by the delivery of your question. “why do you wanna know?” he replied dryly, bringing his red solo cup up to his lips. “can you take mine?” you ask.
he paused, the rim of the cup brushing against his lips before he put it down. “what?” he said to her, he wasn’t sure if he heard her correctly. “can you fuck me? can we please have sex?” you explain, your sentences rushed out and you end it with a sigh. “wow, you don’t waste time.” he sarcastically said, placing his cup on the kitchen counter.
you tilt your head. “okay. so? yes?” you question. he looks stuck as if he’s trying to figure you out but you only become more confusing for him. his tongue presses against his inner cheek. “maybe. maybe not. why’s it matter?” he asks. “uh.” you stammer, your hand going to itch the back of your neck.
he waits for an answer but you didn’t have an answer. “uh, i don’t know, i’m sorry—i’m wasting your time.” you continue, turning to walk away. he laughed under his breath. “you come up, ask the weirdest question I’ve heard all month, and you’re embarrassed?” he questions as he shook his head.
“that’s rich.” he stated before speaking up again. “you want me to fuck you for fun? or what?” he asked bluntly, you freeze and your cheeks burn with embarrassment.
it wasn’t because he said it out loud but because he read your mind completely.
you turn to him and think to yourself. for fun? that sounds confident. “yeah…for fun.” you reply, a soft smile spreading against your lips. he looks at your smile and back up at your eyes, he doesn’t smile back, but he nods slowly like he was processing what you said.
the conversation went quiet, but your smile stayed put during it. he leaned in a bit. “come here.” he told you, curling his finger to signal you to come closer. you do what you’re told and his lips to get next to your ear. “you think you can handle seven inches for your first time?” he asks, his eyes looking into yours like he’s genuinely curious.
your smile faded immediately hearing that. they get that big? “what?” you ask, but he doesn’t react. “seven inches” he repeats. “inside you.” he adds, his eyes watching your face to see how you’d react. “think you could take it?” he asks, his tone dripping in tease.
your jaw drops a bit, staring into his eyes. he lazily smiles and looks down at your lips. “i don’t believe you.” you shot back, smiling now. he chuckles, clearly taking your doubt as a joke. that was hot. he was confident in his size and found it humorous when doubted because he’s always told it’s so big.
"don't believe me?" he echoed, eyes still locked on hers. a slow smile appeared on his face. "guess there's only one way to find out, huh?"
rafe’s hard cock sprung out his boxers like a sling shot being pulled back and your jaw drops. he was huge. thick. and hard. your eyes look up at his, and his eyes meet yours after a couple seconds, he slightly smiles proudly. “you wanna touch it?” he taunts. “can i? or- should i?” you stammer.
he laughs and leans over to the nightstand, grabbing the condom and dropping it in your hands.
you couldn’t help but feel shy, it felt wrong to even look down at his dick, regardless if he wanted you to see it. he wasn’t shy, he was literally flaunting his size and teasing you. you swallow your spit nervously.
“what- uh. what do i do with this?” you ask, looking up at him. “put it on.” he answers simply, but it didn’t answer much of your questions. “have you never put a condom on a banana?” he questioned, curious on how inexperienced you truly were.
you roll your eyes, and he delivers a soft slap from the tip of his fingers on your cheek—it was all he could reach while he was standing up. “what was that for?” you asked, holding your cheek even though it didn’t hurt. you are just dramatic. “that’s for thinkin’ you can roll your eyes at me. try it again and it won’t be so gentle.” he states.
you sit there, completely dumbfounded. he grabs the condom wrapper out your hands, opening it and demonstrating how it’s supposed to go on just by putting it over the tip of his dick. “pull it down.” he tells you, holding the condom on his dick before you took over. you slide it down his dick, brows furrowing.
the condom looked like it was struggling to even stretch over his dick, like it was cutting of circulation. when it finally stretched to the start of his dick, he looked down at you.
“easy, yeah?” he asks and you nodded, your eyes were staring at his dick, overly examining it. he watched you stare, wondering on why you were doing so in his head. eventually, his hand grabbed your face, lifting it up to see your eyes. “rough or soft?” he asks.
you lift a brow. “what?” you ask, and he rolls his eyes. “you can’t hear or something?” he asks you, which you didn’t reply to. “you want me to fuck you rough or soft?” he repeats, clapping his hands together roughly and hard to show you rough, then slow and lazy with soft.
a smile spreads. “rough.” you tell him and his brow lifts, part of him didn’t think he even heard you right. “rough?” he echoes. “you sure that’s what you want?” he asks, but you nod before he could even finish.
he nods back at you, pulling his shirt over his head and picking you up effortlessly. he moves the both of you to the end of the bed, a place where he could have more space to do whatever to you. “take your clothes off.” he said but you stayed put. “take them off for me.” you reply and he smirks.
a glint of mischief in his eyes glows. “you think you can order me around?” he replies, amusement lacing his voice. he steps closer, his presence overwhelming as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. “not how this works.” he pulls back slightly, locking eyes with you, a challenge present in his gaze.
with a swift motion, he grabs your shirt, lifting it over your head in one smooth move, leaving you exposed. he tosses it aside, and his eyes trail down your body, taking in every inch as a satisfied grin spreads across his face.
“let’s get these off too,” he says, moving to your pants. he kneels in front of you, fingers deftly working on the button and zipper, glancing up at you as he slowly pulls them down, savoring the moment.
as he removes your pants, he leans in closer, whispering, “you’re gonna love this.” he finishes the task, leaving you bare before him, a mix of excitement and nervousness hanging in the air. rafe straightens up, his gaze intense, filled with a dark satisfaction as he takes in the result of his handiwork.
you were quiet, but the need in your eyes lit up. he shifted between your legs, pushing your thighs wider apart with his knees. his free hand wrapped around his cock, thick and heavy, and he slowly dragged the swollen tip through your folds.
your jaw drops, looking down. “are you ready?” he asked, his eyes watching yours. you nod and he smiled, teasing the thick head up and down your entrance, pressing just slightly against your tight hole before pulling back again. “such a smart girl.” he comments, looking around your dorm room with books that he had no idea existed.
he leaned down, his chest brushing your tits, making you feel even smaller. the weight of him, the heat of his body, it was overwhelming.
he nudged the tip against your entrance again, this time pushing in just a little, barely the head, stretching you open before he stopped. you whimpered, trying to roll your hips for more, but he held you still with his hips. “uh uh.” he scolded softly, lips brushing your ear. “you don’t get it yet. not until I say so.” he said.
you pout and he kisses it off your lips. he rocked his hips in shallow little movements, letting just the fat tip slide in and out, teasing you. every time you thought he’d finally push deeper, he pulled back again, leaving you clenching around nothing.
“doin’ so good.” he muttered, voice husky. he pressed in a little deeper this time, still not even half, and groaned at how tightly you gripped him. “fuck. that’s it. keep squeezing around my cock like that.” his hand slid down to grip your hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he continued the slow, torturous teasing. “does that feel good?” you ask, your sentence interrupted by your own moan.
he nods, looking into your eyes. “beg for it,” he said against your neck, biting down gently. “tell me how bad you want the rest.” he tells you. for a second, you thought it was a joke. beg?
but you do so anyway. “please rafe, please.” you cry out, brows furrowed. “sound so pretty,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. “say it again.” he whispers. you swallowed hard, cheeks burning. “please, rafe… please.” you whimper.
he groaned softly, clearly enjoying how desperate you sounded. he pressed the fat tip against your entrance again, this time pushing in just a little further, enough to stretch you open but still nowhere near enough. “you’re so tight,” he rasped, eyes locked on your face. “Begging like a good little nerd… all polite and pathetic for my cock.” he taunts. “nerd?” you echo, lifting a brow.
he smiled, pausing. “you’re such a nerd.” he echoes, looking around the environment. “no, i’m not. i’m just smarter than you…which to be fair isn’t hard.” you reply. he laughs, looking at you in your eyes. “say it again” he tells you.
when you start the sentence, he rocked his hips in shallow thrusts, fucking just the head in and out of you, teasing mercilessly. you choke on your sentence, gasping. “what was that?” he teased.
you tried to push up to take more, he pulled back, keeping full control. you shook your head, dismissing his ask. he laughed in your face, loving the fact you shut up and took it. “you want me deeper?” he asked, voice rough as he looked down between your bodies, watching how his thick cock stretched your tiny pussy. “you think this little pussy can even handle all of me?” he teased.
you nodded quickly, breathing fast. “please. i want it. please, rafe.” you beg. he smirked, clearly satisfied. it was crazy to him that he broke you down so easily— but again. you’re a virgin. anybody can do that. one of his big hands slid down to grip your thigh, spreading you even wider as he finally started pushing in deeper. he kept it slow, thick, and relentless.
“that’s it,” he groans, his voice low. “keep begging and i might give you every inch.” he taunted.
rafe watched your face closely as you kept whimpering those soft little pleases, and something in him snapped. “fuck” he muttered. he gripped your hip with one hand, the other still pinning your wrists above your head, and slowly pushed forward. his thick cock sank into you inch by inch, stretching your tight pussy open wide. you gasped sharply, back arching off the bed as he kept going, relentless, until his hips finally pressed flush against yours, every single inch buried deep inside you.
you gasp for air, his dick was way too big. “shit…” he groaned, low and rough. “look at that. such a tiny little nerd pussy taking all of me. didn’t think you could handle it, baby.” he said.
you were so full it almost hurt, the size difference between you two making it even more intense. he was so much bigger, his broad body completely covering yours, hips settled heavy between your spread thighs. rafe leaned down closer, lips brushing your ear as he stayed buried to the hilt, grinding slow and deep.
your legs shake, your moans gaining volume. “fuck.” he mutters. he pulled back just a little, then slammed back in hard, making you moan loudly. his pace started picking up, deep and possessive strokes that had your smaller body jolting underneath him with every thrust.
“you feel that?” he said against your neck. “feel how deep i am? no one else is ever gonna stretch you out like this.” he teased, but it was true. he let go of your wrists so he could grab both your thighs, pushing them wider apart as he fucked you harder, his heavy balls slapping against you with every thrust.
“beg some more,” he rasped, voice dark. “tell me how good it feels getting ruined by my cock.” he tells you, but you couldn’t, all you could do is moan.
rafe kept his thick cock buried deep inside you, grinding slow and heavy, when he suddenly grabbed the back of your thighs and pushed your legs up. he folded you easily, pressing your knees toward your chest until your legs rested over his broad shoulders. the new angle made him sink even deeper, as you let out a broken moan.
“there we go,” he murmured, voice low and dark. “look at you… all folded up for me like a little toy.” he mocks. he started thrusting again, deep and rough strokes that made your tits bounce with every move. it felt too good. overwhelming. your eyes started watering, tears slipping down your cheeks as your mouth fell open in silent cries.
rafe noticed immediately. a smug smirk spread across his face. “aww, are you crying already?” he cooed mockingly, still pounding into you. “poor little nerd can’t handle how deep i’m fucking her?” he taunts. one of his big hands slid up and wrapped around your throat, fingers pressing just enough to make your head spin while he kept thrusting. his other hand fisted into your hair, yanking your head back against the pillow so you had no choice but to look up at him.
tears kept falling faster now, soft sobs mixing with your moans as he hit that spot inside you over and over.
“fuck, you’re so pathetic like this,” he laughed lowly, tightening his grip on your neck just a little more. “crying because my cock feels too good? keep those tears coming, baby. they look real pretty on that smart little face.” he said. your pussy throbs at the way he’s talking to you. who would’ve known that the nerdy girl liked being talked to like this?
he pulled your hair harder, using it as leverage to fuck you even deeper, hips slamming against your ass with every rough thrust. your legs shook over his shoulders, body trembling underneath his much larger frame.
“that’s it… cry for me while i ruin this tight pussy,” he growled, eyes locked on your tear streaked face.
rafe kept your legs pinned high over his shoulders, fucking you deep and steady while his hand stayed wrapped around your throat. your tears were still falling, soft sobs slipping out every time he bottomed out inside you.
“i’m— rafe— i’m gonna—” you whimpered, voice breaking and cracking, your moans interrupting you. but he knew what you were saying. “yeah? you’re gonna cum already?” he mocked, smirking down at your tear streaked face. “go ahead then, nerd. cum all over my cock.” he says.
your whole body tensed hard as the orgasm slammed into you. your pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around his thick length, soaking the condom with slick, warm cum. you cried out sharply, legs shaking violently over his shoulders as you came hard, tears pouring down your cheeks.
rafe groaned at the feeling, watching your face the entire time. “fuck… that’s it. look at you making such a mess,” he laughed lowly, still thrusting through your orgasm. “crying and cumming like a little slut for me.” he coos.
before you could even catch your breath, he pulled out of you, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. in one smooth, strong motion he flipped you over onto your stomach. he grabbed your hips and put your ass up high, pushing your face down into the pillow.
face down, ass up. exactly how he wanted you. “good girl,” he growled, slapping your ass before lining his thick cock up again. he pushed back inside you in one rough thrust, burying himself balls deep in your still-spasming pussy. “now stay just like this,” he ordered, one hand fisting tightly in your hair while the other gripped your hip, pulling you back onto his cock. “ass up for me while i keep fucking you stupid.” he laughed.
rafe fucked into you from behind, gripping your hips tight as he buried his thick cock back inside your soaked pussy. the new position had your ass high in the air and your face pressed into the pillow. “fuck, this ass looks so good up like this,” he groaned, starting to thrust rough and deep. every stroke was heavy, his hips smacking against you loudly.
he leaned over your back, one hand sliding up to grip the back of your neck, pinning you down harder while the other kept your hips pulled back onto his cock. “you like getting fucked like a little slut?” he asked, voice low and filthy against your ear. “tell me.” he teases.
you could barely think straight, the pleasure hitting you so hard your voice came out in high-pitched squeals mixed with moans. “yes— yes, yes!” you squealed, voice cracking as he pounded into you. “yes, rafe— yes!” your squeals got louder and more desperate with every rough thrust, your smaller body jolting forward each time he drove deep. tears were still leaking from your eyes, soaking the pillow underneath your face.
rafe laughs, tightening his grip on your neck as he kept fucking you mercilessly. “that’s right. keep yelling for me, nerd. let me hear how stupid my cock makes you.” he says. he slapped your ass hard, then gripped both cheeks, spreading you open wider so he could watch his thick length disappear inside you over and over.
“again,” he demanded, voice rough. “tell me who this pussy belongs to while you scream.” he says.
rafe kept pounding into you from behind, his hips slamming against your ass with every rough thrust. your face was buried in the pillow, back arched deep, ass held high for him while he gripped your neck and hair. “say my name,” he growled, yanking your head back by your hair.
“loud.” he said, making sure you knew. “rafe—” you squealed, voice breaking as he drove even deeper. “raf— rafe—!” he smiled, hearing that.
every thrust pulled another desperate squeal out of you. your smaller body was shaking uncontrollably under his much bigger frame, pussy clenching tight around his thick cock. “again,” he demanded, slapping your ass hard while tightening his grip on your neck. “louder.”
“rafe! rafe— oh my god, rafe!” you cried out, squealing his name like a broken record, tears soaking the pillow.
he groaned deeply, fucking you faster, harder, chasing his own high. “fuck, that’s it… keep saying my name while you cum,” he rasped. “i’m close— cum with me, baby.” he told you. your whole body tensed hard, legs shaking violently as the pressure became too much. you squealed his name one last time, loud and broken.
“rafe— rafe— i’m cumming—!” your pussy spasmed wildly around him, gushing all over the condom as you came hard. rafe cursed under his breath, burying himself as deep as possible and holding you there while he came right after you, thick pulses filling the condom as he groaned your name against the back of your neck.
both of you stayed locked together, breathing hard, bodies trembling. rafe kept his hand around your neck, possessive even after he finished, pressing soft kisses against your shoulder while you whimpered softly.
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