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⠀ NOTES ꜜ Hello to my last fic for this october, but definitely not going to abandon the rest of my kinktober fics I am not able to finish this month. (Js ignore the fact it will be November lol. It the thoughts what it counts, I guess). ANWWW kinda inspired w suits where mike ross taking exams for somebody for money, but reader is the client in this fic lol

The rivalry with Rafe had always been tense enough to cut through, and in every class, every debate, and every small assignment, the two of you clashed like it was some kind of sport. Professors started to notice it, while your classmates teased you about it, too. To you, he was sometimes rude and hard to deal with, but to him, you were stubborn and always wanted to be right. Still, even with that, you both understood each other in a quiet way, and it stayed like that because you always made each other react, and no one else ever made you feel or act like that.

So when he started watching you differently, it was impossible not to notice. He wasn’t glaring from across the lecture hall the way he usually did, and instead, his eyes stayed on you too long, like he was trying to figure something out. It made your stomach twist because there was nothing worse than Rafe Cameron suspecting you of something. That day, you were already tired from your classes, and you were putting your books in your bag when you suddenly heard his voice behind you. It sounded calm and normal, but it still made your body go tense right away.

“Funny thing I heard earlier.” You turned your head a bit, expecting that usual smug smirk, and of course, it was there. “Apparently, people pay others to sit the exam for them. Can you imagine?” You froze for just one second, but that second was enough for him to notice. He saw the pause before you turned back to your bag. “That’s ridiculous,” you muttered. “Why would anyone risk that?” He stepped closer and leaned a shoulder against the desk beside you like he had all the time in the world. “Pressure makes people do things,” he said.

“Like you study hard, but when the time is almost done and your hands start to shake, it feels easier just to give some money and let someone else do it.” You are holding the zipper of your bag so tightly while trying to make your breathing normal again, but it doesn’t work, and it just feels too much. “You don’t know what you are saying.” He laughs a bit and moves closer again until his mouth is right beside your ear, and you can really feel his breath there when he talks, which makes you stop for a moment without thinking. “I asked around, and it didn’t take much. That guy who does that kind of deal? He became talkative once I made it worthwhile for him. Guess whose name came up?”

Heat rushed up your neck, and your face burned from a mix of shame and anger, so you turned to him fast and hissed, “You had no right–” He didn’t even flinch as he leaned back with that same steady stare that made your stomach twist. “I had every right to look,” he cut in while his eyes stayed cold and sure. “Because I knew something was off with you. You act like you’re better than everyone in this room, but you’ve got your little secret hiding under the rug. And now it’s mine.” The words dropped heavy between you, and you hated how your chest tightened as he stood so close.

You hated more that the way he looked at you made your knees weak instead of steady. “If you say anything-” His mouth curved into a slow and annoying smile. “What? You’ll argue me into silence? You don’t exactly have the upper hand here.” After that first time, things started to change in ways you didn’t expect. Rafe didn’t say your secret out loud, but he made sure you never forgot that he had it. In class, when your old fire almost came back during a debate, one look from him was enough to make you shut your mouth.

Professors noticed the change, and classmates began whispering about it as well. “You two used to be at each other’s throats,” someone said one day after a lecture, and you could only shrug while Rafe leaned back with that smug face like he knew exactly why you were quiet now. He didn’t use the secret often, but when he did, it always hit the right moment. Some nights, he messaged you to summarize readings, so it saved him hours of work. Once, when all the deadlines stacked up, he gave you his paper with that same look in his eyes that said,’ Do it or I’ll start talking.‘

You hated writing words that weren’t yours, but you still did it anyway. At parties or group dinners, he always found a way to make you do something for him, whether it was getting drinks or sitting too close while his hand brushed your back, where no one could see. It was unbearable, but it also pulled you in until fighting him didn’t feel simple anymore. Tonight was another one of those nights, and his text had come while you were reviewing cases in bed. It said, ‘Come over, I need to destress.’ That was all it said, and there was no please’ or question mark in sight.

You should have ignored it, but you didn’t because ignoring him was never something you could really do, and now you’re here, sitting on his lap on the couch. Your hands hold his shirt so tight, and his mouth moves hard against yours. The kiss is not soft. It’s rough and kind of messy, and your teeth keep hitting his teeth again. You try to push him, but his hands don’t move from your waist, so you just end up close again. Then he leans back a little and laughs softly, his forehead still touching yours, as if he doesn't want to move yet. “You hate being here, right?”

“Of course I do. You think I’d ever choose this?” Your voice came out biting, though your lips were swollen and wet from him. “Doesn’t look like I’m forcing you,” he said as his thumb dragged slowly along the inside of your thigh where your skirt had ridden up. The movement made your chest tighten, but you still glared at him. “Funny how fast you show up when I tell you to.” You leaned back just enough to meet his eyes, and you tried to put steel into your voice. “You’ve been using that secret like a leash. You know damn well why I can’t ignore you.”

His smile widened into a smug and cutting expression while he leaned up and brushed his lips across your jaw before murmuring, “And yet, you still kiss me like you’ve been waiting for it.” Your hands curled tighter into his shirt, and you hated the warmth building in your stomach, but you hated even more how right he was. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you snapped, though the next kiss landed harder and more desperate. He chuckled against your mouth like he had just won another round.

“See, that’s what I like,” he muttered between kisses while his teeth caught your bottom lip before letting it go. “You can’t stand me, but you can’t stop either. It’s better this way. Enemies make it more fun.” The heat goes too fast inside you, and it mixes with what he said, so it hurts in your chest. You press your lips together, and you try not to make a sound when his hand starts going up on your thigh again. You kiss him again, but this time it’s harder because you just want to forget that he has the power right now. His hand goes from your thigh to your ass, and his fingers hold it tight through your skirt like he wants you to remember it later.

The way he holds you makes your body move forward without thinking, and your hips push down on the hard part under his sweats. Heat rushed through your stomach at the contact, and anger came just as fast. You broke from the kiss as you panted against his mouth and hissed, “You keep pushing me like this, and I swear I’ll sue you for harassment.” Rafe only grinned wider while his grip tightened and he dragged you against him again. His cock was already thick beneath you, and the ridge of it pressed right where you couldn’t ignore it.

“Go ahead,” he murmured with eyes half-lidded as he studied your face. “File it. But the second I open my mouth, your little law school dream’s gone. So maybe think about who’d really win that case.” Grinding down on him made your chest tighten with shame and want at the same time, while the friction grew impossible to ignore. You tried to sound steady, but your voice still shook when you snapped, “Blackmail doesn’t hold up in court. I could turn this on you.” He let out a short laugh, and his breath brushed your cheek as his hand dragged up your back to pull you closer.

“Then try it. See how fast they believe me over you when I’ve got proof.” Your nails dug into his shoulders while frustration spilled over, and your chest rose heavy with every breath. “You don’t have proof. It’s hearsay. You’d never survive cross-examination.” The words came hard and cutting like you were standing in moot court, yet your body betrayed you when your hips rolled again and caught the hard line of his cock. A sound slipped past your lips before you could stop it, and it came out rough and muffled into his mouth when he kissed you again.

He broke away just enough to smirk as his thumb brushed across your bottom lip, which was puffy from his teeth. “Doesn’t feel like you’re building much of a defense right now,” he said, his voice low and steady and way too calm. His other hand pressed harder against your ass while he pushed you down until your clit rubbed against him through the thin layers of fabric. “Nnnh- fuck- stop acting like you’re winning,” you gasped. You tried to twist away, but you couldn’t stop the grind of your hips as the pressure sent small sparks running through your stomach.

You tried again with your teeth clenched and said, “I could argue duress. I could argue that every time you’ve used this against me, it nullifies consent. You’d lose everything if I opened my mouth.” Rafe laughed quietly into your throat while his lips dragged down over your skin and left a hot line along your jaw. “You really think anyone’s gonna look at you and not see how much you want this? You think they’d buy your little loopholes when I could tell them exactly how you sound when you’re on my lap?”

Your breath caught hard as his teeth scraped just under your ear, and you pushed at his chest, but your hips betrayed you again when they rocked forward against the solid weight of him. “Sh-shit- Rafe- fuck, ngh- don’t twist this. That’s not consent, that’s coercion, and you know it.” He let out a rough sound as your weight moved just right against him and his cock pulsed hard under you. “Keep talking like that,” he muttered with his lips brushing the corner of your mouth, “argue every point while you grind on me. I fucking love watching you try to win when you’re already losing.”

Your head moves back, and your mouth opens, and a small sound comes out, like you are mad, but also like something hot starts burning inside your stomach. You want to push him and say 'stop,' but your body doesn't listen and stays close to him, even as you continue to move, despite your mind's repeated pleas to stop. “You’re- hah- so full of shit,” you gasped while your nails scraped over his shoulders as you tried to hold your ground. “This isn’t losing. I can still turn this on you.”

His smile widened against your throat and his hand slid higher until his thumb teased under the hem of your skirt while his voice dropped rough and quiet. “Then go on,” he murmured while his cock pressed thick and unyielding under you as he ground up into your cunt. “Convince me. Convince yourself. Because right now you’re proving my case for me.” His fingers toyed with the hem of your top and slipped under the fabric like it already belonged to him, while the heat of his palm spread across your stomach and made it harder to think straight.

You forced the words out anyway and tried to sound firm. “You realize I could take this straight to the board. Sexual coercion. Harassment. Extortion. You wouldn’t just get expelled. You’d never pass the bar.” Rafe laughs a bit under his breath while he lifts your top up and takes it off fast. His eyes look down to see how you move on him while you try to make your voice stay normal. “Keep listing charges. It’s hot hearing you try to take me apart like you’re in court.”

You stop breathing for a bit when he opens your bra and throws it somewhere. The air feels cold on your skin, and his hand holds your boob. You talk back to him with a strong voice while your hips move more against what’s under you. “I could have you investigated for academic misconduct. Intimidation. Even obstruction if I frame it right. You think the dean would risk letting you stay here with that on your record?” He smiles a little and squeezes your tit while his thumb keeps touching your nipple until your head goes down and you let out a small sound you try to stop.

“I think the dean would love to hear how you cheated your way in. So go ahead and drag us both down. I’ll still enjoy the ride.” A frustrated whimper slipped out when you ground harder against him as the friction turned unbearable. “Nnngh- fuck- you can’t keep this up forever. You’re reckless. One slip and you’re done.” You tried to steady your breath, but it came out shaky as your body pressed closer without meaning to. Maybe,” he said with his voice low and his eyes locked on yours while his cock pulsed under you. “But right now, the only one slipping is you. Look at yourself. Grinding on me like you forgot what side you’re on.”

Your nails scraped over his chest as you tried to regain footing, and your words spilled out like weapons even though your cunt throbbed against him. “I could argue undue influence. I could prove a pattern. Every reading. Every paper. Everything you made me do. All of it is admissible as evidence. You wouldn’t just lose law school. You’d lose any shot at practice.” Rafe smiles wider, and it looks kind of mean while he moves closer and puts his mouth on your nipple. You breathe in fast and grab his shoulders while his tongue moves slowly around it, and his cock presses more on your slit through the thin fabric.

He pulled back just enough to say, “Say whatever you want, but every grind and every sound you make is testimony against you. You’d crumble on the stand.” Your chest heaved as fury tangled with heat, and your body betrayed you again while you pushed down on him with a muffled cry. “Nnnh- hahh- shut up- fuck-” you muttered, but your thighs only tightened around his waist. His eyes gleamed while he watched you fall apart, and your bare skin was warm while your lips stayed swollen as you rocked on his lap like you’d been made to fit there.

“Keep trying to sue me while you ride me,” he murmured, and his hand gripped your ass as he pulled you down harder. “I’ll win every time.” He stood so suddenly that you gasped, and his arms hooked under you before you could protest. Your legs locked tighter around his waist while he carried you down the short hall, and that smug grin never once left his face. You pushed weakly at his chest, but it didn’t matter, and in a few strides, he had you on his bed. Your back sank into the mattress as his weight disappeared only long enough for him to yank your skirt higher.

His fingers grab your panties and pull them down your thighs in one hard move. You try to talk when the cold air touches your bare cunt and the hot feeling goes fast to your face. “I could sue you for sexual assault, Rafe. And for retaliation. You’ve used my secret to get favors from me. Academic misconduct and coercion. That’s enough for a whole tribunal.” He just smirked while dragging your skirt up until it bunched around your hips, and his hands gripped your thighs before spreading them wide and hooking your knees over his shoulders.

“Mm,” he murmured as his mouth lowered until his lips brushed your slit. “Keep going. Makes this more entertaining.” The first hot lick of his tongue dragged up your folds and stole the breath from your chest while your hands shot down to shove at his head, but he ignored you. He sucked your clit slow enough to draw a choked sound from your throat. “Nnngh- hahh- listen to me-” you gasped as your nails dug into his hair. “I could take this to the bar association. Professional ethics. Conduc- Mmmfhh- fuck- you’d never be licensed.”

He groaned against you, and the sound made your thighs twitch while he licked deeper into your pussy. The bastard even made a noise like you were background noise while he enjoyed the taste, and your words tumbled out in broken gasps. “Nhhn- hahh- I could sue for intentional infliction of emotional distress. Mmffh- harassment. Oh god- punitive damages.” His tongue circled your clit again, and it was rougher this time as his eyes lifted to meet yours. That grin stayed plastered across his wet mouth. “Emotional distress, huh? You sound pretty fucking happy right now.”

You shoved at his forehead, but your hips still bucked up against his tongue while he pressed his mouth firmly against your cunt. “Nnnnhh- hahh- shut- sh-shit- fuck- you don’t even understand-” your voice cracked while your body twisted on the sheets. “Negligence, too, you reckless fuck. Gross negligence. I can argue it. Fuckk- mmnnghh.” He made a noise again while dragging his tongue in slow, steady strokes, and your whole body jerked as the sound moved against your clit until your thighs trembled around his head. Then he pulled back just long enough to smirk with his chin shining with your wetness.

“Keep citing your little statutes, counselor. I’ll just keep proving Exhibit A right here.” Your chest rose and fell in uneven pulls while you clutched at the sheets, and your words broke apart every time his tongue pressed into your slit again. “Nnnhh- hahh- University misconduct. I could file a university misconduct complaint. Mmffhhnn- fuck. Administrative hearing. Mmffhh- hahh- academic retaliation. You’re done. You’re fucking done.” Rafe let out a rough sound while grinding his face deeper against your pussy as his tongue worked in circles, and you squirmed helplessly on the bed.

By then, he wasn’t answering anymore, and he just kept making noises each time you managed to push another legal argument out between moans, like every word you used against him only spurred him to eat you harder. Soon his tongue pressed deeper and his lips sealed around your pussy hole while his hand slid up to rub quick circles over your clit so the mix made your thighs jolt on his shoulders and your body twitch under him as wet sounds filled the room. Still, he didn’t look like he cared about a single word spilling from your mouth since he was too focused on tonguefucking you and letting out sounds against your slit every time you tried to argue.

Your voice shook, but you still forced it out, clinging to any shred of control. “I could sue you for defamation if you ever spread this. Libel if it’s written, slander if it’s spoken. You’d be dragged through court- nnhh, hahh- mmfffh-” The words fell apart as his tongue pushed deeper and his fingers rolled your clit faster. Rafe murmured so the noise made your walls flutter around his tongue, and then he pulled back only long enough to smirk at the sight of you panting. “Keep talking, counselor. You’re giving me more reasons to stay down here.”

You grabbed at his hair and pulled weakly while trying to force his head away, but his grip on your thighs pinned you in place. “Nnnhh- hahh- fuck- consumer fraud- mmphh- you misrepresented your intent and you tricked me, that’s- ahhnnnn- that’s a claim-” Your words stuttered into broken moans when his lips latched around your hole again and he sucked hard while his tongue shoved inside. He let out a deep sound like he was enjoying every drop while rutting his face against your cunt and teasing your clit mercilessly with his fingers, so you tried to keep going and pushed the case you were building in your head.

“Nnghh- harassment- unlawful coercion- hhaaahh- I could file criminal charges for blackmail and extortion, so that’s five years in prison- mmffhnn- ohh ffffuck-” Even then, he just kept making noises against you. At the same time, his eyes stayed half-lidded as he watched your face twist with every roll of his tongue. After a second, he pulled back, and his lips were shining as he muttered, “Five years doesn’t sound bad if this is what I get out of it.” Then he pushed back in and fucked you with his tongue like he needed to prove how little he cared about your threats.

Your hips lifted helplessly from the mattress while you chased every flick of his tongue and your voice cracked through gasps. “hhahh- unjust enrichment- you’re benefitting illegally from information you forced out of me- nnnghhnn- hahhnnn- I could get restitution- fuck- Rafe- mmfhh-” He groaned harder against your slit and the sound was rough and satisfied because your broken words only fed him more. His tongue drove harder inside you while his fingers pressed firm against your clit until your thighs shook around his shoulders.

He didn’t stop to respond, and he didn’t give you room to breathe since he stayed latched onto your cunt like the taste of you was the only argument worth hearing. Then his mouth left you suddenly, and his tongue slipped free before your body could topple over the edge, so the sudden emptiness made your hips twitch against his face, but he was already sitting back while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You were breathless and heated while he tore his shirt off like it was in his way, and then shoved his pants down in seconds, so the sight of him undressing that fast while you were still spread open on his bed left your chest tight.

“Get up here,” he muttered with his voice rough from impatience while leaning back on the pillows. You barely had time to catch your breath before his hand closed around your wrist and tugged until you were straddling him. Your skirt was bunched high on your hips and your panties were already discarded so you were bare over his body while he stared up at you. Rafe’s hands slid down to grip your thighs as he dragged you closer until your pussy pressed over the hard line of his cock. He didn’t even push inside yet, but he ground you down onto him and hissed when the slickness from your cunt smeared across his length.

His eyes trailed up your body and stopped on the way your chest rose and fell before locking on your face. “You look better like this. Skirt on, nothing else. You don’t even know how fucking distracting you are in class.” The hot feeling runs inside you, and your stomach feels tight from it while his cock rubs against your slit. A soft sound slipped out when your clit caught on his skin, and you tried to bite it back, but his hand pressed against your lower back, so he forced you to keep moving.

“Rafe-” you gasped as you tried to find words, but your voice cracked when he moved his hips beneath you. “Yeah,” he grunted while grinding up harder so the head of his cock nudged against your folds, “that’s it. Ride me. You think I argue with you for fun. I make you mad on purpose because I like seeing your face like that. It makes me hard every time.” His smirk looks mean while he pulls your hips close and moves your clit on his cock until you start to shake. Your nails press against his chest as you try to stay still, and you hold on to him because your body moves on its own.

“Nnghh- hahh- fuck- Rafe-” The words broke into half-sounds as your thighs trembled and you ground down again until the slide of your pussy over him made slick noises that filled the room. He kept you steady while guiding your hips, even when you faltered. “Knew you’d feel like this. Wet the second I got my mouth on you. You were still trying to lecture me about lawsuits, but your cunt was begging for it.” His voice dipped lower and turned heavy with something close to satisfaction as his hand came up to squeeze your jaw and force you to look down at him. “Not so mouthy now, huh?”

Your breath hitched, and your chest strained while the pressure built again as your cunt dragged over his cock with every grind. The mix of his grip and his words burned through your body so all you could manage was a broken, “Hhhahhh- nnnmmhh-” while your head tilted back. Rafe smirked under you and rocked up with another rough thrust of his hips until your clit caught on him perfectly. “That’s what I thought.” His thumb traced your jaw, then slid down to press against your lips like he was daring you to throw out another argument while your body shook on top of him.

His hands moved to your waist and lifted you just enough until the blunt head of his cock pressed against your soaked entrance. The pressure alone made your thighs tense, but he didn’t wait long before dragging you down in one quick motion. The pull made your jaw drop, and a strained sound spilled out as he sank all the way inside until his balls pressed against your ass when he bottomed out. Heat spread deep in your belly, and your walls clutched around him as you steadied your hands on his chest.

Rafe didn’t give you time to adjust, and his smirk turned lazy like watching you struggle to take him, only feeding his ego more. He tilted his head, and his voice dropped deeper while his thumb drew slow circles over your hip. “You’re tight as fuck. Look at you choking on me already.” Your nails dug into his skin as the words slipped out before you could stop them. “Thought you had someone else for this. That premed girl.” The reminder hit hard and almost bitterly, though your cunt was still squeezing around him without control.

He grunted when your pussy fluttered and thrust up just to hear the sound you made. “Her?” His tone was dismissive, like she was an afterthought, and he pushed deeper until you were gasping before saying, “I’m just fucking her. She doesn’t matter.” Your thighs shook as you tried to move against him, but the weight of what he said clashed with how your body wanted more. “You’re an asshole, Rafe,” you breathed out, though the words broke off when his cock dragged against your spot. He laughed under his breath while watching every twitch of your face.

“Yeah, I am. And you still came crawling on top of me, didn’t you?” His hand slid up to the back of your neck and forced you to meet his eyes as he thrust upward again. “She doesn’t get this. You do.” The sting of jealousy twisted through your chest, but the way he held you down made your cunt clench tighter. You tried to say something back or maybe call him out again, yet all that came out was a broken, “Nnnhh, fuck-” when he bucked his hips hard enough to make you bounce on his cock.

Rafe grinned at the sound, and his chest rose heavy beneath you. “That’s what I thought. You can talk all you want about suing me or expelling me or whatever the fuck. But you're still dripping all over me when I’m inside you.” His thumb goes down more and touches your clit slowly, like he really meant to do it, and it makes your legs shake slightly. You look at him with an angry face, but your body still goes close to his hand, and your breath starts shaking, and you can’t stop it. “Don’t flatter yourself. Nghh- anyone could make me cum.” The smug tilt of his lips turned meaner as he drove up into you harder until your cunt clamped down with every thrust.

“Then why aren’t you on their dick right now? Why’s it me you can’t stay away from?” Your body jerked with every thrust, and the words got stuck somewhere between your throat and the pulse between your legs. “Mmf- shut up-” He only laughed and pushed you down until your clit rubbed against his pubic bone. “Nah, not shutting up. Not when you’re this deep on me. Not when you’re losing it just ‘cause I said her name.” His hands hold your waist so tight while he pulls you down on his cock, and his hips move up again and again to meet you.

Every time he pushes inside you, it takes your breath away, and it goes so deep your pussy closes on him even when you try to stop it, but your body just does it on its own. He watched the way your mouth fell open with eyes taunting and smug like he was daring you to pretend you didn’t feel good when he could feel how wet you were on him. “You’re such an asshole,” you managed between shallow breaths while your nails dragged across his chest as he lifted you only to slam you back down. Your words came out jagged and cut through with a gasp.

“I don’t even get why girls trip over you. You’re not even- ahh- fuck- you’re not even worth it.” His laugh came rough and deep, and his cock twitched inside you like the insult only pushed him further. “Not worth it? You’re saying that while squeezing the fuck out of me.” He thrust up hard enough that you choked on your next sound and your thighs trembled while you clung to him. His eyes flashed darker and hotter, and his voice came out hard and biting. “You talk like you hate me, but your pussy doesn’t lie.”

Heat burns across your cheeks as shame fights with how deeply he’s splitting you open. “You compete with me for everything, you blackmail me, and now this- fuck, Rafe-” You try to hold the moan in, but it still slips out while your forehead presses to his shoulder, and he forces another hard move up. “You like it.” His hand slides across your lower back and pushes you down until you’re filled all the way. He groans when your walls flutter around him, and the sound comes out rough in your ear. “Don’t act confused. You’d never let me touch you if you didn’t want it. And now?”

His hips jerk up again, strong enough to make your cunt gush around him. “Now you can’t stop.” Your chest rises fast while you try to speak, but your voice breaks when his cock brushes that spot deep inside. “hh- hahh, I- nghh, fuck, I hate you-” Rafe only grins, and his teeth catch along your jaw as he thrusts up hard enough to bounce you on him. “Keep hating me then. I’ll take every bit of it while you’re dripping all over me.” His grip tightens as he pulls you down in time with every move until each drop makes your pussy clap against him. “Tell me more. Call me every name you want. Just don’t stop riding my cock.”

His pace turns rougher and heavier, and his hands drag you down harder until the wet slap of your bodies fills the room. Every move makes your walls squeeze tighter around him, and the pressure builds until your voice comes out in broken pieces. You still whisper bad words while you move on him, and his cock starts to shake inside you, then that warm feeling goes deep before you can even take a breath. Your body freezes for a bit, and your pussy holds him so tight like it wants to get everything from him.

The shock hits fast, and your own release snaps through your body before you can stop it as a broken cry forces its way out while your pussy pulses tight around him even as your head spins with anger. Your voice cracks, and your chest keeps moving fast while you try to push his shoulders, but your hands are weak. His cum is still going inside you, and you feel it go deeper every time his cock moves a bit. Panic starts to come and mix with the feeling that still stays from your orgasm. “You didn’t even pull out. Are you fucking stupid? What if I’m not on anything? Do you just want me to get pregnant and never finish law school?”

His laugh comes rough and mean, while his head tips back before he looks at you again. The grin he gives is teasing and careless, as if your panic is just something else for him to mess with. “Relax. You’re acting like I planned your whole future with one load.” His hand slides up your back and keeps you pressed down on his cock even while you squirm. “Feels good though, doesn’t it? You're still holding me like you don’t want me to let you go.” Your nails go deep into his skin, and the anger starts burning more than the shaking in your body. “You're such an asshole,” You say it, and your hips move by themselves when he pushes up again. It’s shallow, but still enough to push his cum deeper. “You don’t get it. If I had to drop out because of you- fuck, Rafe- I would never forgive you.”

He only smirks wider while his voice drops deeper and slower as his thumb trails down your spine. “You’d still spread for me. Don’t lie. Even if you hated me for ruining your perfect little plan, you’d still let me bend you over the next time I wanted.” His cock moves inside you like he means to prove it, and another short sound catches in your throat as frustration mixes with something you don’t want to name. “Stop,” you gasp and try to move off him, but his hands tighten again, and he drags you back down with a hard slap. His laugh cuts through your curse, and it’s mocking and dark when he says, “See? You can’t go anywhere. Not when you’re this full of me.”

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– blue collar!rafe who… is always using your nail glue to seal up the bad cuts he gets at work. won’t go to urgent care, won’t let it “air out,” just grabs the pink bottle that he keeps in his truck. you surprise him one day—show up with his lunch, catch him mid-squeeze, glue sealing a split across his palm. he barely looks up, flexes his bleeding hand, and says, “ain’t that what it’s for?”

– bluecollar!rafe who… has hands that are always rough, calloused, and covered in fresh cuts—dirt under his nails, knuckles scabbed from who knows what. you wince every time you take them in, but he just shrugs, flexing his fingers like it’s no big deal. “just means i’m gettin’ work done,” he always tells you. 

– bluecollar!rafe who… is quietly saving cash in the safe to buy land and build your dream home. 

– bluecollar!rafe who… constantly brags about his “old lady” even though you are much younger than him and it makes you frown. “don't matter,” he says, mouth full of your homemade dinner. “you keep the house runnin’. I ain't got shit without you.”

– bluecollar!rafe who… never lets you take your car to the shop. check engine light? car making funny noises? he pulls codes with a handheld scanner he swears paid for itself. oil change? brake pads squealing? he’s already outside in the garage, sleeves rolled up, cigarette hanging out of his mouth, “why the hell would you pay some guy when you've got me, huh?” slamming the hood shut like it's personal. 

– bluecollar!rafe who… always leaves nails, screws, folded receipts, and random bills in every pocket. when you fish out a crumpled $50, it goes straight into your pocket. 

– bluecollar!rafe who… keeps a jar in the laundry room labeled “Rafe’s Hardware Fund”. and one day you're just so overstimulated you throw it out. he doesn’t say anything at first, just walks in, opens the empty shelf, and stares at it. “you seen my jar?” you don’t respond. his argument? “those were perfectly good roofing nails in there. You tryna sabotage me, sweetheart?”

– bluecollar!rafe who… doesn't give a damn about OSHA’s safety guidelines. you’ve given up lecturing him about safety gear—he just smirks, “baby, I’ve been doin’ this shit forever. OSHA ain’t gonna tell me how to work.” 

thank you to @cherrywriterrr and @moondustbaby who inspired me to obsess over bluecollar!rafe. and thank you to the blue-collar loser i was engaged to for 2 years for inspiring most of these (i hope you have the day you deserve. which hopefully is terrible!)

tagging my baby girl @rafesbabygirlx

Jonathan’s hand wrapped around the base of his cock, slowly guiding the tip into your dripping entrance. His face contorts into a display of pleasure as he slides inside of you- furrowed brows, eyes screwed shut, and his mouth slightly open as he lets out a whimper.

“Holy - fuck!” he moans as your pussy invites him in further. the scarlet walls show no mercy as he settles inside you. his knuckles flash a colorless pigment while grasping onto the sheets - ecstasy submerging through his whole body especially through his dick.

Your warm velvet walls fit snug around him. His mind went foggy and overwhelmed with euphoria - brain murky with the feeling of your profound pussy.

his arms weaken from the fierce blissfulness provided by your sex. Abruptly, Jonathan slightly collapses on top of you - catching himself before the sheer weight of him smothers you.

he dips his head into your neck - his breath hot and hips rolling as he slowly starts to thrust deeply into you. loud whines along with numerous curses escape his mouth. “f-fuck baby you feel so good. squeezing me so nice,”

“shit jonathan! keep going” you moan , the astonishing sound almost making him cum right there. Jonathan’s breath hitched before he bites down on his bottom lip ferociously.

your nails dig into his back leaving crescent shaped indents. jonathan grunts and cruses under his breath - trying his best not to blow his load inside of you just yet.

you can tell he’s close, evident by the way his thrusts are getting sloppier and his breath gets heavier. “g-gonna cum , please lemme cum inside of you!”

“yes! m’so close” his hips leave inconsistent plunges - digging deeper inside of you. Jonathans breath sharp against your throat, one strong arm braced beside your head. his other hand is trembling where it clutches at the sheets - fingers digging into the soft fabric - struggling to hold himself together.

the familiar sensation coils in your deep-rooted stomach. each lunge bringing you both to the highs the two of you have been chasing.

Jonathan’s thrusts instantly get faster; following his pursue to empty himself inside of you. His breath; shallow. Heart; racing . One final ram sends him over the edge.

Whimpers and broken moans fall from his mouth as he throws his head back. “cum– 'm cum— cumming—!!”. His cock twitched as hot ropes of his seed coats the inside of your velvet walls.

Shortly after, your own orgasm hits hard. Legs shaking, eyes rolling back, chocked sobs leaving your mouth as you rode out your orgasm.