#nerd!rafe x reader

[gh0stsp1d3r]

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ. this is the face nerd!Rafe makes when u give him head for the first time ever… yeah…

A heated make out session with his extremely hot tutee already felt like he was acting out some weird fantasy he’s seen in his favorite porno’s. But this? Oh, this was being saved in his memory for the rest of his life.

Your hands traveled down his body, giving him a small smirk as you kissed the skin of his stomach, pulling your tongue out and licking his happy trail, your hands moving to his belt, throwing it off of him. He watched eagerly, his eyes widening as you pulled off his pants and then his boxers, his hard cock springing against his stomach.

“You’re bigger than I thought you would be.” You mused, a shade of pink covering his cheeks now.

You went back up to kiss him again, his lips hungrily moving against your soft ones. You pulled away after a moment, and traveled back down to his cock.

“Wait, wait, are you sure?”

“More than sure.”

Oh fuck. That was hot.

His hips bucked when your mouth finally wrapped around his aching tip, letting out a low moan.

“Oh shit.” He murmured, his hands flying to your head. You put your hands at the base of his cock, while you let your mouth work around his girth. You swirled your tongue around it, and he felt like he was going to ascend into whatever heaven there was.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” He groaned out breathily when you looked up at him through your lashes, “you’re- you’re really fucking pretty.” He let out a noise that could only be compared to a whine, his hands tangling further in your hair, gently pulling at it without even realizing. His mouth formed an ‘O’ shape as he stared down at you, his eyebrows creasing together.

You set a faster pace, your mouth speedily moving up and down on his length, while he let out the most delicious sounds you think a person could make. You felt drool forming on the corner of your mouth.

His head fell back on the pillows behind him, despite his attempts to keep looking at you. He raised his head again, letting out a guttural groan when you swirled your tongue once again.

“Y/n-“ he spoke, you still looking up at him with those beautiful eyes that were slowly killing him. He couldn’t take it anymore. You felt his warm cum shoot into your mouth, him letting out a shocked groan, his head falling back against the pillow again.

You pulled away, kitten licking the tip of his cock, swallowing all of his seed.

“Oh god, oh god, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He spoke rather embarrassed, covering his face with his hands. You smiled at him, tilting your head in confusion.

“You’re okay.” You said with a giggle, him looking at you now, moving his hands away from his face.

He gave you a sweet smile, “Uhm.. thank you. You’re- uhm- really, fucking good at that.”

“Really? Thank you…” you replied. He blushed under your gaze, and you smiled at his shyness. It was adorable.

He sat up on the bed, moving closer to you now. “Uhm… this might be a little… late, but, I- I really like you. And I was wondering if- uh- if maybe you’d wanna go on a date with me? Like- like a real one. With clothes, maybe.” He said with a nervous chuckle, you laughing along.

“I’d love to,” you replied, raising your hand so you could cradle his face, the both of your lips touching again, and the both of you falling back into his sheets.

[cherrysinner]

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pairing: nerd!rafe x pervert!reader synopsis: reader shows rafe her new lingerie warnings: smut, masturbation (f), sexting MDNI! wc: 700 a/n; i saw the new skims heart cut-out lingerie and it was so cute i had to write something about it!! anyway it’s another completely new fic, my neighbors are partying on a tuesday but this is for my nerd!rafe girls.

masterlist ♡ pervert!reader masterlist

you opened the package you'd ordered a week before, your eyes widening in glee when you got a peek of the baby pink fabric. you clapped your hands together, carefully lifting the bralette, admiring the little heart cut-out in the middle. when you'd seen it, you immediately knew you had to have it.

it took about five minutes until you were out of your clothes and changed into the adorable lingerie set, laying on your bed as you twirled your hair biting down on your lower lip as you sent a text to rafe.

YOU: i know we're supposed to meet up in a few minutes for tutoring, but i wanted to ask if you wanted to see some new clothes i got 🥰

you rubbed yourself through the pink fabric of your thong as you waited for him to reply, looking through pictures of rafe, the fabric forming a slight wet spot while your breathing got more erratic, especially when you landed on a picture you'd sneakily taken of his hand while he had been writing down notes. but when your phone finally pinged and the notification came up, you couldn't help the mischievous grin that took over your lips.

RAFE: Sure 😊

you opened the camera app on your phone, starting to record a video. you looked at the camera, biting down on your lip with a smile, before bringing it down to your chest, cupping and squeezing your breasts. your nipples were hard and pebbled through the fabric, and you let out a soft laugh.

you slowly panned it down to the thong you were wearing, showing off the damp patch on it, but now, instead of rubbing yourself through the fabric, you slipped your finger through the heart-shaped cut-out until it met your clit, causing you to let out a slight gasp. you circled and rubbed your clit, letting out small moans for the camera, your thoughts on rafe and the reaction the video would get from him.

after a few minutes had gone by, you dipped your fingers inside of you, gathering some of your arousal and taking your hand out of your thong, showing your fingers off to the camera.

"fuck, 'm so wet..." you moaned, before stopping the video. grinning, you pulled on a sweatshirt that was lounging next to your bed, taking a picture of yourself wearing it.

you went to your messages with rafe, proceeding to send the video you'd taken, keeping your eyes on the screen, waiting for the little 'read' receipt to appear, and it took a few minutes, but once the little grey text appeared, you sent the picture of you in the sweatshirt.

YOU: oops, i sent you the wrong thing, meant to show you the sweatshirt 😅 i'll be in the library soon!

you pulled on a pair of low-waisted jeans, making sure they showed off a sliver of the pink fabric, and even though it took you ten minutes to get to the library, rafe's face was still flushed, and there was still a bulge in his chinos.

"hope i didn't take too long." you said with a coy smile, pulling back the chair and sitting down next to him, more than pleased with his reaction.

"n-no... it's all good..." rafe mumbled, looking down at his textbook. you stretched your arms over your head, letting out a feigned yawn, rafe's eyes zeroing in on the small amount of skin peeking out under your sweatshirt, the boy letting out a breath before clearing his throat, and you immediately knew he'd seen the thong you were wearing, the soaked thong you’d rubbed yourself through.

"so." you turn to him with a bright, casual smile, biting down on your lower lip in the same way you had done in the video, acting like you weren't getting off on knowing how much he wanted you as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before bringing your hand down to rest on the table, touching his just a tiny bit, and even the minimal contact caused his eyes to widen.

"what are you gonna teach me today, rafey?

[rafesangelita]

♡ when nerd!rafe finds explicit content of you on your laptop — aka a study session turned gooning session..

warnings: mentions of nude photos and videos, teasing, flirty banter, slight guilt, masturbation, suggestive ending

a/n: read more about nerd!rafe and bitchy!pogue!reader here !

rafe shook his head when he saw the glossy pink casing of your macbook staring back at him from the desk in the corner of his room, his phone buzzing just as he was about to send you a lengthy message about forgetting your laptop at his place for the thousandth time.

[3:57 PM] ♡ y/n : pls tell me i left my computer at your place, i was leaving the club this morning at like 3AM and couldn’t find it in my bag…

rafe sighed at your text. of course you’d be leaving the club at an outrageous hour.

[4:00 PM] Rafe Cameron : Yes, it’s here. Please remember you can’t be forgetting it all of the time, how are you supposed to do homework when you don’t have your laptop at home?

you rolled your eyes as you read over his message. ugh, he was always on your case about getting your assignments done and turned in on time.

[4:03 PM] ♡ y/n : whatever. i actually already finished everything i had to do but if you could please proofread an essay for me i’ll love you forever. i’m on my way over.

rafe let you know the front door was unlocked before opening your laptop, his cheeks burning red as a picture of you in a skimpy bikini illuminated the screen. if anyone was going to put themselves as their wallpaper, it’d be you. typing in your password, rafe went ahead and clicked on the ‘files’ icon, a frustrated groan leaving his lips when a storage notification popped up.

⚠︎ DUE TO MAXIMUM STORAGE USE YOU ARE UNABLE TO ACCESS THIS FILE. PLEASE DELETE LARGE MEDIA.

large media? what the hell did you have on here?

exiting out of the ‘files’ app, rafe opened your camera roll, his mouth going dry at the sight. scrolling up for what seemed like forever, rafe swallowed hard as his eyes took in the view of your naked form. someone seemed to be having a little too much fun with photo booth on here..

your pictures ranged from fully nude, to you posing in nothing but a g-string and other suggestive positions that all of a sudden made rafe’s pants feel ten times tighter. feeling the familiar ache in his groin, rafe looked down and cursed under his breath at the tent forming in his pants. he couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt at the whole thing. here he was, going through your private photos and getting hard while you thought he was checking your essay for any errors. surely, he wasn’t going to be getting the ‘man of the year’ award anytime soon.

clicking on a video that caught his attention, rafe leaned back in his chair as he kept his eyes trained on the screen in front of him. he watched as you flipped your hair over your shoulder, a teasing smile making its way to your lips before you scooted back, fluttering your lashes at the camera. rafe couldn’t recognize what exact song you had playing in the background, but he knew it had to be some kind of early 2000’s pop anthem by the way you had a very specific music taste for that era. you basically flirted with the camera as you unhooked your bra, the hot pink lace falling to the floor at your feet.

pushing his glasses further up on the bridge of his nose, he blinked when your tits came into view, the soft swells looking so perfect and plump as you rolled your sensitive buds between your fingers. you moaned, the sound shooting straight down to rafe’s cock. “fuck..” he wiped the sweat from his brow, not daring to miss a single beat of your ministrations. rafe wondered how someone could look so pretty doing such vulgar things, his hand seemingly having a mind of its own as he started palming himself in a poor attempt to relieve some of the pressure in his core.

he damn near made himself jump out of his chair at his own touch, his sensitivity flying through the roof as the video came to a stop. you were such a tease all the time, rafe felt like his current actions was a result of all the pent up sexual frustration finally rising to the surface, his skin hot and flushed as he unbuttoned his pants and took himself out of his undewears. he’ll feel terrible about this later, but right now he needed release more than anything else. with one hand fisting his cock, and the other clicking through your photos, rafe was a whimpering mess by the time you had walked up his driveway.

slipping your heels off at the door, you paused once you heard what sounded like a muffled whine come from upstairs. arching a brow, you quietly placed your bag down before tiptoeing to rafe’s room. you didn’t know what to expect upon peeking through the crack in the door, but seeing rafe cry out into his palm while cum decorated his stomach definitely wasn’t on the list. you gasped softly once you saw yourself on the laptop in front of him, his chest rising and falling as he sat hunched over at his desk. rafe was tugging one out to your pictures.. the thought alone made your head spin.

debating on whether or not you should interrupt his little moment, you thought about all the stuff rafe did for you without ever expecting anything in return. he was so cute and funny and somehow found a way to tolerate you and all your sassy remarks, it only felt right to express your appreciation. creeping up behind him, rafe spinned in his chair when his phone went off, his mind going completely blank as you stood over him with a glittery smile. “y/n—!” he choked, his eyes widening as his hands shot down to conceal his length. you took a moment to study him, your own arousal seeping through your panties as you took in his disheveled appearance.

unbuttoned shirt, chiseled abs, his glasses sitting crookedly on his nose, the flush of pink that dusted over his cheeks.. you needed him bad. taking a step forward, you reached out and ran your fingers through his hair, making sure to tug the ends in order to tease him. “i would’ve never forgotten my laptop here if i had known you’d be jerking off to me..” you said innocently, your acrylic nails raking down his chest before you moved his hands away to reveal his cock. “please forgive me, y/n! i’m not a creep, i promise, i—” you shushed him, muttering a small ‘shut up.’ before ridding yourself of your panties.

rafe blinked, his chest still heaving as you held onto his shoulders for leverage. “no need to be sorry,” you reassured him, swinging a leg over his lap, “i actually think it’s kinda cute.” rafe shuddered once you sat down, your puffy, slick folds enveloping the tip of his cock as he stared up at you, dumbfounded. “you know.. you’re always teaching me things, maybe it’s time i teach you a thing or two, yeah?” rafe swallowed thickly when you shifted your weight, your hips grinding against his own as his palms found their resting place on top of your thighs.

nodding helplessly at your words, you reached down and aligned rafe with your entrance.

“hopefully you do a good job, ray, because you’re getting graded for this one.”

[starkeyvhs]

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PAIRING: nerd!rafe cameron x popular!reader

SUMMARY: you keep on interrupting rafe’s rambles with your kisses.

WORD COUNT: 565

WARNINGS: lots of kisses; fluffy mostly, just very slightly suggestive in between; usage of nicknames; rafe being kinda shy and flustered my baby :’)

EDITH SPEAKS: this fic is inspired by this fic by @xoxochb. it’s a percy jackson one, and if you are interested in that fandom i definitely recommend reading this fic and checking the rest of their stuff out!

and, thank you to @maddsxfall too who helped me write this fic :) I love u maddie! <3

I hope you all enjoy reading this! as always, reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated 🌌

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“The cosmos is made of isolated points – the stars, which are connected by invisible lines of influence, and similarly, our brains are also made of isolated points, in this case, the neurons, which are also connected by–”

Rafe’s ramble is cut off with your lips pressed on his, his eyes immediately shutting close at the reaction. 

“What was that?” He mumbles, eyes barely open as you pull back and look up at him, gently pushing his glasses above the bridge of his nose. 

“You just looked so cute rambling about whatever it was you were rambling about,” you laugh softly. 

His own lips lift up to a small smile as he softly shakes his head. “As I was saying, our neurons are also connected by invisible lines of influence and– mmph neurons create patterns of thoughts and memory while– mmh stars create– hmm patterns for navigation and storytelling,” Rafe looks at your grinning face, the way you feel so victorious about interrupting his ramble again and again with kisses. 

“What else?” You mumble softly, pressing your lips back to his in a firm kiss, allowing both of yourself to stay in your bubble for a moment or so before pulling back. 

“Uh, also uh…” Rafe clears his throat, a little flustered from your kisses, which you can visibly see from the pink flush beginning to color his cheeks. You giggle softly, watching how his glasses slide down his nose again and just decide to take them off, carefully keeping them to the side. 

“Mhm, go on,” I hum softly, giving him another small kiss. 

“There are 86 billion neurons in a human brain,” Rafe murmurs against your lips, and you kiss them softly again, “and when we zoom out enough– mmh the web of neurons looks a lot like–” A soft gasp leaves Rafe lips when you begin to trail your lips behind his ear, gently kissing the delicate skin there before trailing down to the side of his neck. 

“Yeah baby?” You mumble into his neck, your voice vibrating against his skin which sends a shiver down his spine. 

“looks a lot like… the cosmos, like the… galaxy clusters connected… with…” he lets out soft breaths between words, feeling his eyelids getting heavier. “dark matter…” he finally breathes out. 

You are pressing gentle kisses over the sensitive skin of his neck, soft shallow breaths leaving his lips as he feels a certain tingling sensation on his neck. 

“You’re so smart…” you mumble softly, kissing up to his sharp jawline and over his cheek before reaching his lips again, and pressing a soft kiss to them. “I love hearing you ramble,” you mumble against his lips, pulling back slightly and smiling at his flustered cheeks. 

“You… you do?” Rafe mumbles quietly, “it’s not boring?”

You shake your head with your smile still proud on your lips. “Never. Do it as much as you want to,” you murmur. 

“Did you know there were countless stars that were a part of ancient constellations, but they just dimmed or have gone supernova?” He blurts out, his voice quiet. 

You let out a soft chuckle and give him a soft peck on his lips. “Oh yeah?” You murmur, kissing his lips again. “Tell me more.” 

Rafe can feel his heart warming as you kiss him repetitively and ask him to tell you more. 

Oh here we go again.

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[babeforjjmaybanks]

orange soda crush ༊*·˚

pairing: popular!rafe x shy!femreader ౨ৎ

summary: rafe's grades were slipping, to say the least. your school assigns you as his tutor, hoping maybe you could save him. one afternoon, rafe shows up to your house with in need of some help.

warning(s): dry humping, fingering, finger licking, mentions of biting (hickeys), thigh riding, marijuana use, swearing, size kink if you squint, mentions of scratching, slight overstim, rafe becomes whipped so possessiveness, innocence corruption(?), praise, slight perv!rafe, titobsessed!rafe, dni if you don't like!!!

mentions of: rafey, rafe is called a "sex symbol", y/n, sweetheart, good girl, baby, sweet girl, dumbass, needy girl, slut, doll, cute, pretty ౨ৎ

a/n: if not known already, this is basically a obx highschool au, pogues and looks still exist but it's more like jocks and nerds. both reader and rafe are seniors, not minors! I don't have much experience with writing fics but here's my current fixation, enjoy & leave notes! <3

word count: 4168

divider by: @issysh3ll

y/n had been sitting quietly in her history class, the bell signaling the end of the period ringing in the distance. she was gathering her books when the overhead speaker crackled to life, interrupting the usual noise of students packing up.

"pardon this interruption, y/n l/n, please report to principal phelp’s office immediately."

the announcement hung in the air, drawing the attention of a few nearby students. she froze, a slight chill running through her. she wasn’t the type to get into trouble—her grades were impeccable, she kept to herself, and she was always on time. so why was she being called to the principal’s office? her mind raced through all the possible reasons, none of which seemed likely. had she missed an assignment? was there a mistake with her records? or was it the skirt she decided to wear today that definitely didn’t meet the dress code?

her heart pounded as she made her way down the hall, the sound of her footsteps echoing in the quiet corridor. as she approached the principal’s office, she noticed the usual hustle and bustle of students outside. some of them exchanged glances, their curious eyes following her every step, looking her up and down with whispers and sly looks. when she reached the door, she hesitated for a moment before knocking lightly.

"come in," came the deep voice of principal phelps.

she opened the door to find him sitting behind his desk, a manila folder in front of him. the room was neat, almost too perfect, the smell of old books and polished wood filling the air. but what really caught her off guard was the figure sitting across from him.

rafe cameron, the school's golden boy.

her stomach dropped. rafe was sitting with his arms crossed, his signature smirk plastered across his face as he looked over at her. His messy curtain and athletic jacket seemed almost out of place in the sterile office, like he didn’t belong in this space. she had always known of him, of course. he was the star quarterback, the guy everyone knew by name, the one who seemed to glide effortlessly through life. and now, here he was, looking at her as if he had all the time in the world, while she, on the other hand, was caught off guard and confused.

"there she is, come on in we were just talking about you." principal phelps said with a warm smile, though she could detect a hint of urgency in his tone. "take a seat."

she sat down hesitantly, trying to avoid looking directly at rafe. the tension in the air was palpable, and she was acutely aware of how out of place she felt in this situation.

"y/n," principal phelps began, folding his hands in front of him, his expression turning serious, "I’ve called you here because I need a favor. you know rafe, right?"

you glanced at rafe again, his eyes diverted to something else in the room as if he wasn’t staring at you. he seemed unfazed by the situation, though there was a subtle flicker of something in his eyes. "um, yeah," you said quietly, not sure where this conversation was going.

principal phelps nodded. "well, rafe here has been struggling in a few subjects. he’s having difficulty with math, english, and history.” principal phelps cleared his throat trying to ignore the fact that he named almost every class. “and unfortunately, his grades are slipping dangerously low. If he doesn’t get his grades up, he could lose his eligibility to play on the football team, which would jeopardize his scholarship opportunities." he paused, giving her a moment to process the gravity of the situation.

she blinked, her mind racing. rafe? struggling? the same rafe who could probably get away with doing the bare minimum and still pass every class? the same rafe with the fancy sport cars and the fancy mansion he threw ragers in? (allegedly, she’s never been to one.) the same rafe who had never so much as acknowledged her existence in all the years they’d been in school?

"I’m asking you," principal phelps continued, leaning forward slightly, "to tutor rafe for the next few weeks. he needs to pass these subjects to stay on track. and I know you’re one of our top students, y/n. you’re smart, diligent, and patient—exactly what rafe needs right now."

rafe shifted in his chair, his smirk faltering for just a moment. "yeah, sweetheart," he added with a lazy grin, "I could use your help. think you can handle it?" he glanced down at her thighs, and then back up at her. she felt her face flush at the sudden name.

her mind was spinning. she had never thought of rafe as anything more than the popular guy—someone she’d seen in the hallways but never really interacted with. actually, that was a lie, the thinking part. she actually would think about rafe alot when she was bored, specifically his toned body and the way he bit his lip when he was thinking. she had no idea how to deal with someone like him.

"I—I don’t know," she stammered, feeling her face flush. "I’m not sure I’m the right person for this."

principal phelps’s voice softened, but there was still a sense of urgency in his words. "I’m sure you are. rafe, here, is a good kid at heart, but he’s under a lot of pressure. If you help him out, it could mean a lot to him—and to his future."

rafe’s eyes met hers again, and for a split second, she thought she saw something other than cockiness—a hint of desperation, maybe even embarrassment. but it was gone before she could fully understand it.

she took a deep breath. she had never been one to shy away from responsibility, even if the situation seemed overwhelming. she didn’t want to be the one to deny him help, especially when it could affect his future.

"okay," she finally said, her voice steady but unsure. "I’ll help."

principal phelps smiled, relief flooding his face. "thank you, y/n. I know this is a lot to ask, but I think you’re exactly what rafe needs."

as she stood up to leave, she felt the weight of the task ahead of her settle in. she glanced one more time at rafe, who was still sitting there, his posture slightly more relaxed now. He didn’t say anything, but she could feel the tension between them already starting to form, a mix of uncertainty and something unspoken.

"see you tomorrow, then," she said, her words more for herself than for him, before leaving the office to prepare for what was about to be an unexpected and challenging journey.

over the past two weeks, y/n and rafe had settled into a rhythm, though it was far from smooth at first. their tutoring sessions started awkwardly—rafe's usual cocky demeanor clashed with y/n’s quiet, no-nonsense attitude. he would slouch in his chair, often cracking jokes or making sarcastic comments, testing her patience. but y/n, determined to get him through the material, refused to let him off the hook. slowly, she found ways to get through to him, breaking down complicated equations and historical events into relatable, bite-sized pieces. rafe, surprisingly, started to respond. he still struggled, but he began showing up earlier for their sessions, staying later, and even asking questions without the usual bravado.

as the days passed, the tutoring sessions shifted from strictly academic to more personal. one evening, as they were going over a particularly difficult history assignment, rafe let slip that his father had been pushing him to be the perfect athlete, to always be "the best." "It’s not just about football," rafe admitted, his tone more vulnerable than she had ever heard. "I just don’t want to disappoint him, you know?" y/n was taken aback. she had always seen rafe as the confident jock, but here was a side of him she hadn’t expected—a young man weighed down by more than just his grades. she listened quietly, offering a rare, understanding smile that made rafe pause for a moment. after that, their sessions felt different. the walls that had once separated them began to crumble.

In the weeks that followed, their conversations drifted beyond just homework. rafe started sharing bits of his life with you—how he used to love painting when he was younger, how he struggled with anxiety before big games, and how he was terrified of failing his senior year. you, in turn, opened up as well, telling rafe about your dream of becoming a lawyer and how you often felt like an outsider at school. the two of you discovered common ground in your shared feelings of pressure, and the lines between tutor and student began to blur. with each passing session, you became more comfortable with one another, a connection forming that neither had anticipated—one built on mutual respect, trust, and the quiet bond of shared struggle.

it was a quiet evening when y/n heard the unexpected knock on her door. she glanced at the clock—there was no study session scheduled for that night, so she wasn’t expecting anyone. her parents were out, and she had been planning on catching up on some reading. she opened the door, a little confused, only to find rafe standing on her porch, looking uncharacteristically disheveled. his usual confident posture was gone, replaced with an uneasy slouch. his eyes were almost bloodshot, and he wore an unfamiliar look on his face—vulnerable, even fragile.

"rafe?" y/n asked, surprised. "what are you doing here?"

he ran a hand through his messy hair and let out a small, strained laugh. "I—I know this is weird. but I, uh... I had a fight with my dad. a big one. he’s pissed about my grades and shit again, and he’s been on my case all week." rafe hesitated, biting his lip as if trying to hold back a wave of frustration. "I... I got high. like really fucking high I know I shouldn’t have, but I just couldn’t handle it. and I needed to get out of there." he looked down at his shoes, his words a little rushed. "I just—" he sighed, clearly frustrated with himself. "I don’t know, I thought maybe you’d—just let me hang out for a bit. I didn’t know where else to go. I didn't wanna seem like a pussy to all of my dumbass friends."

y/n stood frozen for a moment, processing his words. she had never seen him like this. the rafe she knew was always in control, always surrounded by his friends, the football team, and the unshakable air of confidence. this version of him—lost, raw, and uncertain—was a stark contrast. her heart softened at the sight of him, and despite the oddness of the situation, she stepped aside and motioned for him to come in.

"come in," she said, her voice gentle. "let’s sit down."

rafe walked in slowly, his movements sluggish, still unsure of what to say. she led him to the living room and handed him a glass of water, sitting down next to him, a soft hand placed on his back. the room was filled with the low voice of lana del ray and soft hum of the evening, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. rafe finally looked up, meeting her gaze with a look of quiet gratitude mixed with embarrassment along with something untraceable. "I didn’t mean to show up like this, but I didn’t know who else I could trust with this."

y/n’s heart tightened. she had no idea how much weight rafe had been carrying, how much pressure he was under from his father and the constant expectations of being perfect. In that moment, she realized how little she had truly known about him, and yet here he was—vulnerable, raw, and seeking comfort from the one person he had never expected to rely on.

"you don’t have to explain," she said softly. "I’m glad you came." she gave him a weak smile, rafe felt his heart flutter. "so.. how'd you get high? is that stupid question? sorry, you know people are bringing cocaine back into school." he chuckles, she lets out a giggle. "no cocaine here sweetheart, just this." rafe reached into his pocket and pulled out a weed pen, but y/n had never seen anything like it. it was super colorful and weirdly shaped, not like the ones she would see in the bathroom. "can I hold it?" she glanced at rafe, her doe eyes dimly lit with the faint lighting coming from the lamp in the corner. "why? you smoke? no way." he raised his eyebrow at her, but handed her the pen anyway.

"no, I don't smoke but.." she pauses, biting her lip, "I'm tempted. maybe you're just a really bad influence." he scoffed at her, "give it a try, just hold the button and pull it." y/n stood at the device in her hand uncertain. "what do you mean pull?" rafe held back his laugh, she shoots him a glare. "I'm serious." she playfully shoved him.

"yeah yeah I can see that, by pull I mean, suck on it I guess." her face heats up, cursing herself for letting such innocent words cause a fluttery feeling in her stomach. "okay, I'll try." she focused her attention of the pen and did as rafe said, she put the pen up to her lips and "sucked." rafe watched intensely as her lips wrapped around the tip of the pen, he swallows hard. trying to keep his composure, aka stop staring at your boobs in your thin strapped top or imagine your lips wrapped around his dick like that.

you slightly inhale the smoke and it immediately gets caught in your throat. you're now in a coughing frenzy, embarrassed as rafe pats your back. "atta girl, that's how you do it don't try to hold it in, let it out." y/n found herself coughing even more at the sly remarks. she stands up and walks over to the kitchen hastily grabbing an orange fanta from the fridge. she struggles to open it due to her latest french tip set, rafe notices her struggling and walks over. he opens the can with one hand with a sizzle pop! noise, she brings the drink to her lips hoping to relieve her dry mouth.

after taking a couple minutes to calm down, y/n offers rafe to come up to her room. it comes off as a surprise, rafe had never been anywhere in y/n's house except the living room and kitchen, never upstairs. but with no complaint, he follows behind her, watching the way her ass moves as she climbs up the steps. they make it to her room and it's safe to say, it was tidy. everything seemed like it had a place, and the room was lit with purple led's. but the best part of it all, was her bed. the mattress was extremely comfortable and she had an abundance of pillows as well as plushies.

"yeah this fits you, like a doll in a dollhouse." he walks around her room a bit before sitting on her bed getting comfortable.

meanwhile, y/n on the other hand was in a whole other world.

her ears were burning almost, she could hear her heartbeat and her whole body was tingling. she felt nothing short of amazing, euphoric even.

the usual walls between them had melted away, and now, as the evening dragged on, the space between them felt more intimate than it ever had before. there was movie was playing on her TV, but neither of them seemed particularly interested in it. they were both laughing at the silly dialogue and weird moments on the screen, but most of the time their eyes kept drifting back to each other.

rafe broke the silence, his voice softer than usual. "you know," he said, arms wrapped around her waist as she sat on top of him, "this is the most chill I’ve felt in weeks." his eyes were a little glassy, but his smile was genuine, more relaxed than she’d ever seen him. "It’s nice being away from everything… away from the pressure."

she nodded, her head slightly spinning from the effects. the room felt warmer, the air thicker, and rafe’s presence seemed to fill the space between them in a way that felt new. he shifted, his chest brushing against her back, and neither of them pulled away. It felt like a small moment of intimacy, unspoken yet undeniable.

"yeah," she replied, her voice quieter now, "it’s nice not to think about all the things we’re supposed to be worrying about."

"I wonder, do you ever worry about me? think about me at night?" his tone was teasing, but there was something more behind it, something she could feel but couldn’t quite place. It was an invitation, but also something more—like a question she wasn’t sure how to answer. "so much goes on behind those pretty eyes."

y/n felt her heart beat a little faster as she considered it. part of her wanted to stay upright on his lap, maintain the little distance they had been keeping, but something about rafe’s tone, the way his eyes held hers, made her hesitate. she wanted to trust this moment, to let it unfold without overthinking it. she melted into his touch, resting her head in the crook of his neck, thighs pressed together. "I do."

rafe shifted to make room as he breathed in the scent of vanilla, the bed soft beneath him. the air between them was electric now, charged with a tension that neither of them seemed willing to break. the movie was still playing, but neither of them were paying attention to it anymore. they were closer now, the space between them reduced to nothing and for the first time in a long time she wasn't sure of something, she wasn’t sure if she was just feeling the effects of the weed or something more.

rafe leaned back against the pillows, his arms still wrapped around her body. "we don’t have to watch the movie," he said, his voice almost too smooth, like he was testing the waters. his eyes didn’t leave hers, his gaze intent and heavy, and in that moment, the world outside her room seemed to disappear.

y/n’s breath caught in her throat as the tension between them grew. every inch of her body was acutely aware of him, the way his presence felt so overwhelming, so magnetic. she had always seen rafe as someone distant, someone who belonged to a world she could never quite fit into. but now, with the smoke being blown in her face, taken in by slightly parted lips, she felt like they were on the same level.

she opened her mouth to respond, but the words didn’t come. Instead, she just looked at him, her pulse racing as her mind swirled in the haze of the night.

"I wanna touch you."

rafe's breath fell heavy on her ear, sending a slight chill down her spine. her breath hitched, and there was that same flutter in her stomach. she didn't exactly have any experience in things like this but she wasn't entirely clueless, but never dealt with it hands on.

but rafe? he was a fucking sex symbol. several girls would literally leave notes in his locker with their address begging him to fuck them. but he would only rack up two bodies, or so it's said.

both of those girls transferred schools due to death threats.

but y/n doesn't understand why he would choose her.

"touch, me?" her voice was soft, but not afraid. infact, she was more relaxed than ever. "I wanna make you feel good, you're gonna be the fucking death of me. so innocent you don't even notice how you're straddling me, do you?" y/n took notice of how firmly planted on his thigh she was, no longer fully in his lap. "um, well.." rafe placed his hands on her hips, slowly guiding her back and forth. a jolt of pleasure shooting through her body, "rafey." a mewl creept from her lips, rafe was fucking aching in his sweats at this point. hair sticking to his forehead, lips parted slightly. "shit, you want me to stop? just give me the word i'll stop." he halts his movements, earning a disappointed whine.

"I don't want you to stop."

rafe curses under his breath, he slides her onto his lap and grinds his hips up into her, letting out a low groan. "you're a needy girl aren't you? so stressed and pent up. you can let go, I got you." rafe coo'd into her ear, placing soft kisses on her shoulders and moving to her neck, biting and sucking, hands rubbing all over her body, palming her boobs through her top, fingers brushing over her nipples.

rafe turns her head twords him, pressing their lips together. a mix of cherry lipgloss and orange fanta settling on his tongue. the kiss is sloppy and heated, the air in the room is thick as the movie in the background gets drowned out by moans and heavy breaths.

"such a sweet girl, you know that? all the shit you do for me? you deserve a fucking trophy." rafe showers her with praise has he goes back to kissing her neck, hands never leaving her body as she caught the rhythm on her own.

her brain was foggy with pleasure, lips parted but could't respond with anything but moans and "mhm's." rafe plays with the hem of her pajama pants, "can I?" she nods, "words, baby I need to hear you say it."

y/n, almost frustrated lets out a defeated sigh. "yes, but.." she hesitates. "can you take your shirt off?" she says quietly, as if she wasn't already in such a vulnerable state.

rafe chuckles at the sudden request, but does as she says. he pulls his black shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor. y/n does the same. rafe is practically drooling at the sight of the pink lacy bra. his hands cup her breasts through the fabric, she arches her back against his chest. he slides his hand into her pants, glancing down to see that her underwear matched her bra. "so fucking cute."

he rubs her through the fabric, dampness seeping through the material. he teases her with long strides and rubs circles around her clit. he slips his hand into her underwear, almost moaning at the slick. y/n bites her swollen lip in an attempt to save her embarrassment.

"I want you to watch me."

her eyes slowly moved down to rafes hand in her pants, her face heated with embarrassment as she watched rafe's forearm and wrist flexed as he worked her clit, finger teasing her entrance. "I need you to relax, open your legs for me." rafe slowly parted her thighs with his free hand. "good fucking girl, so obedient." he kisses her cheek as he slides a digit into her sopping cunt. she inhales sharply, her head is thrown over his shoulder and her nails dig slightly into his arms.

"shit, just sucking me in. if I didn't know any better i'd think you were a slut." rafe's teasing manner never seemed to stop, he was two fingers, knuckle deep, in his supposed to be tutor. the only thing they were studying were eachothers body movements.

he found a steady pace working his fingers in and out of her, her moans becoming more high pitched, rafe could tell she was close. her hips bucked up into his hand, an unfamiliar knot forming in her stomach.

"rafey— 'm gonna— fuck!"

rafe was in genuine disbelief, not only did he cum in his pants but this was the first time he had ever heard you swear, tonight was a lot of firsts. the girl that he had been crushing on for weeks was about to cum on his fingers, moaning his name. he was never letting her go after this.

almost like it was on cue, y/n's orgasm hit like a truck. her entire body was shaking and she swore she saw starts. on top of that, rafe was still working his fingers in and out of her riding out her orgasm. she swatted his hands away and he took his hand out of her pants, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking them clean. she falls off of his lap onto the cool comforter beside him, chest heaving. he lays beside her and wraps his arms around her waist.

"want me to go run a bath, sweetheart?" he kisses the nape of her neck and cages her in. "'n a minute, just stay here for a second."

"didn't plan on leaving." ౨ৎ

[yawnzshit]

glasses are the sluttiest thing a man can wear.

[seasprincess]

nerd rafe with breeding kink pls 🫶🏻

Rafe slowly thrusts in and out of you as he whines. He’s trying to act like a dom. Trying to act all tough but he well and truly is still the boy who will whine from a kiss.

But he had finally gotten something he’s been fantasising about since he first started jerking off to you at his desk late at night. You had plagued his mind. He can’t study because all he sees is you moaning underneath him.

He knows he has a lot of kinks. That’s apparent when he moaned mommy the first time you gave him a blow job. He really likes calling you mommy. Mommy issues at its finest.

So it was no surprise that he has a breeding kink.

“Wanna make you a mom.” He says as he keeps thrusting in and out of you. It’s not fast, but it’s just right. He prefers to make love than fuck. Well that’s his excuse because the real reason is that you feel to good he genuinely can’t go faster.

And you feel so good without a condom blocking him from fully feeling your pussy. The way you’re clenching around him as your tits bounce up and down. Oh your tits. He actually drools over them. Like actually saliva falling from his lips as he looks at them. So the idea of you getting pregnant and then getting bigger. Oh he’s in heaven.

He whines at the image before placing a kiss to them. His tongue leaving his mouth to lick your nipple. The action sends shivers all through your body.

“I can’t wait. I’ll take such good care of you.” He moans against your breast as he feels himself get closer and closer. “You’ll look so pretty carrying our baby. Please can I cum in you? Fill you up? Please. Please.”

He’s practically whining as his movements get sloppier. And he feels so good in you. He’s big which was a bit of a shock. The nerd from your class who would have guessed? Everyone probably.

You nod as your eyes screw shut. He feels so good and you’re so close.

Rafe moans as he cums in you. Filling you up so good as his lips part. His eyes scanning yours as he moans. He is actually in a state of bliss. And all he’s done is cum in you and think about you pregnant. He’s actually rather pathetic but so so cute.

a/n: well

[blue-armadillo]

your nerd!boyfriend gets horny when you're reading ♡ (18+ mdni)

you're perched up on your bed, reading a novel.

but your nerd!boyfriend is getting way too needy. the poor guy.

is it even his fault, though?

your elbows are unintentionally squishing your tits together. and every time you flip a page, your tits bounce ever so slightly, your nipples peeking through the thin tank top you're wearing.

your thighs are folded up towards your chest, and he can swear he sees a bit of your panties through your loose shorts every time you change your reading position.

and gosh. you're reading. that's the hottest thing he's ever seen you do.

the way your eyes scan each page. the subtle shift in your expression every once in a while.

he's leaking. literally. his cock is so hard that it's almost humiliating how horny he's getting just from watching you read. he can feel the pre-cum drenching his underwear.

you're still reading, oblivious to his predicamental situation, when all of a sudden, you hear a whimper.

your eyes shoot to him. and then you see it.

the giant wet spot on the front of his sweatpants. the silhouette of his fat, hard cock glaring at you through the grey fabric.

the tips of his ears turn a bright pink, colour rapidly spreading to the rest of his face.

'"uh- i- i'm just- i didn't mean to-" he stutters in a fit of embarrassment.

"do you enjoy watching me read?" you question him with a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

his eyes frantically search the room for a way out of this direct interrogation.

"i- no, n-no, it's not that, i-"

your book falls onto the bed with a soft thud as you lean forward to grab a hold of his twitching dick.

he whimpers.

you flash him an evil smile as you tighten your grip on his shaft, squeezing it in your palm.

the whole of his body shudders and a needy moan escapes his flushed lips, his eyelids shut tightly against each other. more pre-cum oozes out of his tip, imprinting itself onto the fabric of his pants.

"are you sure about that, baby?"

he gives in to your torture.

"i- y-yes, i'm sorry, y- you-re just so sexy when you read. so smart. i c-can't help it. it makes me so h-horny."

and the way he looks at you with such innocence. such helplessness.

gosh, you were gonna have so much fun with him.

"what else? go on."

you begin stroking his shaft through his sweatpants, squeezing it in your palm tighter by the second.

"ahn! f-fuuuuuck, i- i just couldn't stop thinking about y-you riding my c-cock and letting me cum in your p-pussy-"

your pace grows more rapid, your own wetness becoming evident to you.

"yeah? you wanna cum in mommy's pussy? wanna see my tits bounce while i fuck this beautiful cock?"

"y-yes. very, i-"

clearly, your dirty talking is enough to make him finish. his cum spurts out of his clothed cock, making the whole of his sweatpants milky and wet. his body convulses sporadically as he lets out a series of high-pitched moans.

you tut dramatically.

"tsk, tsk, tsk... look how much you came. is that how badly you wanna be inside me?"

he nods rapidly, his chest heaving and his heart pounding relentlessly.

"aww... well, here's the issue. you interrupted me right when things were getting interesting in my book." you do a fake pout. "and, well, i need to know what happens next." you whisper hotly into his ear.

"but i don't want to leave you like this. you're just so cute."

you pin your index finger into his still heaving chest, using the minimum force to push him flat onto the bed. and then you slide his pants down just enough for the whole of his lengthy cock to spring free. some of the dripping cum splashes onto your fingers.

"so, here's what's gonna happen." you say as you slip off your own shorts and situate yourself on top of his waist, hovering barely a few centimetres away from his erect dick.

he trembles beneath you, the closeness of literal paradise - your pussy - sending him off the edge.

"you're gonna read to me. loud and clear."

you hand him the book.

"meanwhile, i'll ride your cock. have i made myself clear?"

his timid hand grabs a hold of the novel while he lies there dazed, completely drunk in anticipation.

"page 269." you enunciate slowly.

and then you slide down onto his quivering dick.

a loud gasp escapes his lips. his breathing quickens and he shuts his eyes, desperately trying to stop himself from cumming so soon.

you're sitting smack on his fat cock now, your hands resting on his abs. your pussy juices slowly dribble down his thighs and you roll your head back at the full feeling.

"page 269. read. or i'm not fucking you."

"y-yes mommy, i- i will read."

he shuffles - more like struggles - to find the right page.

he begins reading. slowly.

and just as slowly, you raise yourself on his cock, until just the tip is teasing your clit. then you sit back down on him with a gentle 'smack'.

his eyes shut tight and his words become frenzied until they sound like mere gibberish to you.

you force him out of his breathy stupor by roughly grabbing his balls. you give them a squeeze.

"read. properly. i need to be able to understand it. read loud and clear for me."

he nods in submission and resumes.

he's still having a hard time but at least he's trying. and are you actually paying attention to what he's reading? maybe. maybe not.

you're just getting off on the way his voice keeps shuddering and trembling. his sudden gasps. his incoherent bumbles. his soft moans. the high-pitched noises.

and his cock. his perfect cock that stretched you out oh so well. his tip kisses your cervix, turning your stomach into a knot.

as you grind on him, you lift your thin tank top to reveal your plump breasts bouncing in tandem with your hips. you scrunch up the top there, leaving your tits on full display for him.

his eyes look away from the book - that he was trying to mumble as a prayer - and his whole body tremors. his words turn into voiceless gasps.

you smirk and play with your breasts, squishing them and pressing them together. and then you have the audacity to increase your pace on his cock.

you're now full-on bouncing on him, your tits jumping in the air vigorously before him.

'i am not letting you cum if you don't read for me."

"y-yes! i'm sorry- i- i'm reading, i'm reading. just p-please let me cum. please-"

"good boy. you like what you see? you like it when i squish my boobs like this?"

he nods vigorously, trying to focus on the stupid words of the book at the same time. but lord oh lord, he is miserably failing.

you can feel his cock twitching inside you. he's close. and so are you.

"and you like it when mommy bounces on your cock like this?" you go even faster now. the sounds of skin slapping skin - a rhythmic 'smack, smack, smack' - reverberating through the room along with your boyfriend's incoherent, strangled words.

"y-yes, i love it. i love it when you ride me- ohh fuuuuccckk, please let me cum!"

"not if you stop reading." you gasp frantically.

he's gonna cry. and he almost does. tears prick at the corners of his eyes because you're being so mean to him. making him read that stupid book when you're bouncing on his dick like the goddess that you are.

but he wants to cum so bad. and so he somehow finds it in himself to keep uttering the words he's barely able to comprehend anymore.

you ride him even faster now. your eyes are rolling back into your sockets, your grip on his chest harsher. the bed creaks below the weight of your combined bodies, and you come.

you moan loud and deep. "fuck! cum in me right now. cum in my pussy! oh, fuck!"

and oh he does. thick ropes of cum shoot into your warm cunt, kissing your clenched walls. his whole body quakes and he lets out a series of anguished moans, his fingers digging into your thighs.

some of the white goo oozes out of your hole, onto the base of his cock. and he lies there, spent and grateful.

you raise yourself off of him ever so slightly.

and when you bend forward, pressing your tits into his face, blood rushes to his crotch. again.

you smirk at him devilishly.

"oh, we're not done yet. want you to fill me up even more."

this time, you sit on him reverse cowgirl style so that he can see exactly what's happening. the way your bodies connect. how your hungry pussy engulfs the whole of his length.

before beginning your sweet torture, you look back at him, smilingly.

"oh, and- continue reading where you left off, yeah?"

he is a dead man.

[angelluvsrafe]

his first time

summary: awkwardly talking inexperienced rafe through sex

warnings: pre existing relationship, sexxx, characters are 18! MDNI!!!

writers notes: i feel like i yapped a bit and ruined it but oh well!

you and rafe have been dating for 4 months now, you never expect to end up with him at all. you always thought he was completely different to you so you didn’t talk to him until you two were paired up for a science project.

tonight, you and rafe are laying on your bed. you’re sitting up against your headboard with rafe between you legs with his head on your stomach, his big hands are playing with your belly bar. he’s quiet but that’s not anything out of the ordinary. you focus on your tv show.

“i wanna show you what i bought today…” you smile and gently remove yourself from under him and stand up. he sits up where you were against the headboard and you grab the shopping bags, walking into your bathroom to change.

you come out in a yellow dress, its about mid thigh length with a halter neck strap. you do a little spin and he smiles.

“that’s pretty…” he says just loud enough for you to hear him.

“should i keep it?” you tilt your head and look at yourself in the mirror.

“yeah… you could wear those white heels with it…” he nods.

“oh yeah! you’re a genius rafe…” you smile and walk into the bathroom again to get changed.

you come out yet again, you’re wearing a corset with a floral design on it. you hadn’t bothered putting pants back on so you’re just in your pink cotton underwear.

he looks up at you and his breath hitches. he nods immediately and swings his legs over this side of the bed, holding his hands out for you. you take his hands and he guides you to stand between his legs. his fingers trace the flowers on the corset, his eyes flickering back up to you, looking up at you through his eyebrows.

“you’re so beautiful, sweetheart…” he whispers and you smile, pecking his lips. he smiles and looks up at you like you’re a literal goddess.

you reach a hand out and stroke his now rosy cheeks, he leans into your touch. his hands now clasped in his lap.

“you can touch me you know… i am your girlfriend…” you smile, teasing him but trying not to embarrass him too much.

“y-yeah, i mean- like- of course i know that” his eyes shift to your chest then your lips then your eyes.

“touch me then, rafe…” you move a step closer, your cleavage right in his face.

he takes a deep breath and rests his hands on your waist.

“there you go…” you smile and run a hand through his hair.

he smiles and you lean down, gently kissing him. he kisses you back softly.

you giggle and pull away, you pulling his face up to look at you with your hand under his chin.

“you wanna take this corset off?” you smile, he nods enthusiastically and kiss his forehead then turn around, pulling your hair over your shoulder so he can reach the back of it.

he gently starts undoing it, he’s being so gentle. despite him being a lot bigger than you, he’s always gentle with you. no matter what.

he slowly pulls it off and you turn around. your perky breasts are right in his face. he doesn’t take his eyes off your face, a soft smile on his face and the rosy colour on his cheeks still persistent.

“do you want to have sex with me, handsome…?” you trail your finger over his jawline.

he nods and you giggle.

“you’ve never done this before, have you?” you straddle his lap.

“no… never… i’ve never been with another girl…” he shakes his head and wraps his arms around your waist.

“you can grab me…” you move his hand to your chest.

he squeezes your breasts softly, rubbing his thumbs over your hard nipples.

“there you go…” you nod and he smiles.

he continues circling his thumb around your solid nipple. his lips parting.

“you can suck em…” his face lights up and he leans in, attaching his lips to your right breast, sucking it gently. he swirls his tongue around your nipple.

you moan and grind your core down against his lap. he smiles and pulls away, kissing you.

you kiss him back, grinding down on him as he groans. you trail soft yet hungry kisses down his neck, pulling his shirt over his head.

he hurries to unzip his pants and pull them down with his underwear. he’s dick bounces up and hits his belly button, tip bright red and already leaking glistening precum.

“so pretty… you’re doing so good…” you praise gently, shifting your position on his lap.

“can you do something for me, baby?” you kiss his cheek.

“yeah” he nods and you move to lay down on the bed, he follows you and sits between your legs.

“need you to finger me, baby…” you smile.

“okay, i can do that…” he nods, his face flushing even more.

you let your legs fall apart and he leans forward, attempting to rub your clit but missing it slightly. you reach down and adjust his finger placement and he gets more confident, nodding and continuing do run circles with his thumb.

you moan and drop your head back.

“you’re good, rafey…” you push your hips up. he switches to his other thumb and uses that one, slipping one finger into your tight pussy.

you moan and nod your head, silently telling him he’s doing good.

he slips another finger in and slowly pumps them in and out, making you gasp and moan loudly.

“keep going…” you pant and nod.

“is it okay like this…” he mumbles, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration.

“curl your fingers a little…” you mumble and spread your legs further apart. reaching for his cock, pumping your hand up and down slowly. he grunts lowly and his hips jolt.

“you okay?”

“yeah, perfect” he moans out and pushes himself into your hands.

“you wanna be in me?” you tilt your head. he nods and pushes his swollen tip into your tight cunt. you moan loudly.

he fully sinks in, your desperate pussy sucking him in. he groans loudly and starts thrusting. he grabs your hands and holds them as he thrusts quicker. his hips slap against your butt over and over again.

“i’m gonna cum- fuck” he grunts and speeds his thrusts up.

you moan and lift your hips up and he pulls out, his cock shooting thick white ropes all over your stomach and chest.

you love your hand down and rub your clit to ride out your high.

“you’re so good, rafey… you knew more than i thought you did..” you smile as he lays next to you.

“i’m glad i could please you…” he wraps an arm around you and rests his head on your chest.

“where’d you learn what to do? porn?” you stroke his hair, he nods.

“mostly…”

“you’re coming out of your shell rafey… i’m so proud of you…” you smile and kiss his head, he lifts his head and pecks your lips.

after that night, rafe got more and more skilled and confident during sex and just in day to day life, you’re so smitten with him.

top divider by @uzmacchiato isn’t it so pretty!

[palevcr]

── CAM ACTIVITIES ⊹ ࣪ ˖

SUMMARY: After a date, she curls into his lap—lip-glossed, lace-wrapped, and all slow-burning mischief—Rafe doesn’t just want to fuck her, he wants to remember her. So when she hands him her scratched-up Canon and tells him to get her good side, he films everything

genre: smut-heavy, emotional intimacy, camera voyeurism, obsession through a grainy lens, slow reverence, tender filth, post-coital softness, femdom-leaning dynamic, Rafe being undone by beauty

pairing: nerd!rafe cameron x 2007angel!reader

tw: MDNI +18, explicit sexual content, oral (m receiving), filming (consensual), size kink/praise kink undertones, dirty talk, eye contact, hair pulling, overstimulation, post-sex cuddling, slight cum play if you squint really hard and do a backflip, thigh-highs, black lace lingerie, deepthroating, soft dom/sub undertones, creampie, body worship, Rafe whimpering/begging/falling apart, face-fucking (gentle), vaginal sex (reader on top + missionary), breeding kink subtext, male moaning, camera angle obsession, reader falling asleep on his chest, Rafe sending a post-sex pic to Topper & Kelce out of pure male ego

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 5.4k words of just pure smut is crazy. I’m fine guys, just ovulating

They were in his bedroom, cloistered away from the sun-bleached opulence of the Cameron estate, tucked beneath the dull whir of the air conditioning unit that rattled faintly in the corner like a nervous tic. The door had been locked with quiet deliberation, the click swallowed by the carpeted hush of the room—a necessary precaution in a house where privacy was a foreign concept, where Wheezie had a habit of returning unannounced and Sarah’s brand of intrusion came with theatrical door slams and shrieked warnings. But none of that mattered right now. Not with her here. Not with Y/n—angel-eyed, lip-glossed, knee-socked chaos curled up in his lap like a bad idea he couldn’t quit.

They’d been circling this moment for days—texts blurring the line between flirtation and provocation, late-night grainy selfies that left his hands twitching over his waistband, voice notes that sounded like secrets. The tension hadn’t built so much as thickened, like smoke in a locked room. And now it pressed down on them, heavy and heated and real, as she straddled him where he lay back on the bed, hips grinding against his with languid, deliberate rhythm, the drag of her body through denim and cotton making him clench his jaw so hard his teeth ached.

Her fingers curled around his throat—not hard, not cruel, just guiding—tilting his head up so she could kiss him messily, open-mouthed and tasting like the cherry lip balm she always reapplied before selfies, like the strawberry milkshake he’d bought her earlier before they’d gone record shopping and she’d made him carry her tote bag like a boyfriend. His hands had found her hips immediately, gripping the waistband of her skirt, his thumbs pressing little bruises into the plush skin there, as if anchoring himself to reality through her.

When she moaned softly into his mouth, Rafe made a sound he’d be embarrassed to hear aloud—a low, desperate groan from somewhere deep in his throat as his hips bucked up against hers, chasing friction like a man dying of thirst. He let his hands glide upward beneath her shirt, fingertips brushing over warm skin until he found her breasts, cupping them like he couldn’t believe they were real, like they might vanish if he wasn’t careful. She was still kissing him, still letting him taste her, dragging her lips down to his jaw, then his neck, slow and indulgent like she had all the time in the world to ruin him.

His head dropped back against the pillows, breath catching, lashes fluttering like he was overwhelmed by her. And he was. Utterly. Completely. His voice came quiet, raw, a little cracked with arousal. “Can I ask you something?” he murmured, already breathless. “Well, fuck—more of a favor.”

“I’m listening,” she said, between slow, sucking kisses on his neck that left heat blooming across his skin.

He hesitated, mouth opening and closing, and she leaned back slightly to look down at him—her hair mussed, eyes glittering with interest, lips swollen and glossy. Rafe licked his own lips, glasses slightly askew and fogging with every heated breath. He looked undone already, like she’d short-circuited something essential.

“I was wondering if I could…” He swallowed hard, eyes flicking away for a second. “If I could maybe—possibly—record? Us. I mean. Just us.”

Her body stilled, slightly, just enough for him to feel the way she considered it. He froze, too, trying not to buck up into her as she sat fully upright on his lap. The look she gave him was unreadable—arched brow, slightly parted lips—and for a moment Rafe genuinely thought she might slap him.

Panic spilled out of him in a flood. “Okay—okay, I know how that sounds, but I swear, it’d be just for me. Just me. I’d never post it or save it somewhere unsafe or—fuck, I wouldn’t even keep it if you told me not to. It’s just—” He groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “Fine, maybe I wanted to show Topper and Kelce. Maybe. Just to prove I’m not totally bitchless. That I can pull, like, the hottest girl I’ve ever seen. But that’s it, I swear. They wouldn’t get to keep it or anything. Just one quick look. On my screen. Not theirs. You could sue me if I lie, I don’t even care—take my car, my records, fuckin’—my dignity. Whatever’s left of it.”

She didn’t respond right away. Just stared at him with that half-lidded gaze that made him feel like she could read his thoughts—which was a terrifying possibility, considering what he’d been thinking about since she first stepped into his room.

Then, slowly, her lips pulled into a smile—small, syrup-sweet, crooked like mischief. She turned toward the nightstand, reached into her bag, and rummaged through it until her fingers found what she was looking for. When she turned back, she dropped it into his trembling hands.

A Canon digital camera. Early 2000s. Scratched silver body, plastic casing worn down, the corners kissed with rhinestones. The kind of camera that doesn’t smooth your skin or hide the sweat beading on your brow. The kind that catches everything in stark, honest grain—raw, intimate, unfiltered.

Rafe stared at it like it was holy. His fingers shook around the device, eyes wide, glasses slipping further down the bridge of his nose. His mouth dropped open a little, blinking like he couldn’t quite believe she was real. “Oh fuck me,” he whispered. “Are you serious?”

She nodded, smiling wider now, eyeliner smudged just enough to look deliberate, her mouth glossy and kiss-bruised. “Only if you get my good side.”

And just like that, he was gone for her all over again.

“I might just be in love with you,” Rafe murmured, the words tumbling from his lips before he had the chance to second-guess them. His voice was wrecked with something half-reverent, half-ashamed, like he hadn’t meant to say it aloud but couldn’t stop himself.

Y/n snorted, not unkindly—soft and amused in that way she always was when he got too earnest for his own good. “Just turn the camera on, dork,” she said, her voice a little huskier now, all cherry cola and heat, as she leaned back and pulled her hoodie up over her head. The motion was lazy, unbothered, her eyes on him the entire time, like she liked watching him squirm.

Her top followed, discarded with the same quiet nonchalance, and she was left in nothing but those ridiculously tiny shorts—low-rise and frayed—and a black lace bra that hugged her like sin. The dark cotton of her thigh-high socks hugged the curve of her legs, trailing up toward the creamy expanse of her thighs, a detail so stupidly erotic Rafe felt something seize in his chest.

He couldn’t even speak—just stared, mouth parted, glasses slipping further down his nose as his fingers fumbled uselessly with the camera. It took three tries to locate the right button, hands trembling as he powered it on. The familiar low whir of it starting up filled the room, mechanical and intimate. The red light blinked, and suddenly the moment had weight.

He lifted the camera, angling the screen toward her, swallowing thickly. She smiled—slow and sultry, mischief curling at the edges of her lips—and rolled her hips down against him again.

“Fuck,” he gasped, the word punched out of him as the camera trembled slightly in his grip. It was focused now, the grainy little lens capturing the precise way she moved against the thick strain in his jeans, how her hips tilted with deliberate rhythm, cruelly slow. It caught the flex of her thighs, the twitch of his hands, the bruising grip he had on her waist like he was scared she might drift out of frame—or worse, away from him.

He tilted the camera down, filming the drag of her over him, the obscene way her shorts barely covered anything, the dip of her pelvis grinding against him like she knew what it did to him. His other hand ghosted up the outside of her thigh, slow and reverent, before gripping hard—tight, fingers sinking into soft flesh like he needed an anchor, something real to keep him grounded or else he might just float off into the ether.

Every nerve in his body felt raw, lit up like wire. He looked up from the camera to her, eyes wide, reverent. She looked like a fever dream—flushed and perfect, the glow from his bedside lamp haloing her in soft gold. Her hair was mussed, lip gloss half-kissed off, eyes low-lidded and sparkling with amusement and heat.

She reached down, curling her fingers into the hem of her shorts, and Rafe just about forgot how to breathe.

She rose onto her knees with a languid grace, hands slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts, shimming them down her hips in one fluid, unhurried motion. The fabric clung for a moment before surrendering, pooling around her knees and then kicked aside. Now she knelt before him in nothing but the matching black lace set—delicate, semi-sheer, and criminally well-fitted—and those inky thigh-high socks that somehow made it worse. Or better. Or both.

Rafe felt like something inside him might short-circuit. His grip on the camera tightened, trying to steady the frame, but his hands were visibly trembling now. His breath hitched audibly as she leaned forward, placing a single, soft kiss low on his stomach, just beneath his navel. It was barely anything—just her lips, warm and teasing—but it made his spine go rigid, like she’d whispered a secret into his skin.

She moved with an unhurried confidence, fingers undoing his belt with slow deliberation, eyes flicking up once to meet his—something glinting there, wicked and knowing. Rafe swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and lifted his hips instinctively as she tugged his jeans down over his thighs, revealing the pale skin beneath, the sharp cut of his hips, and the obvious strain beneath his boxers.

He licked his lips unconsciously, glasses slipping down his nose again as he stared at her over the camera, trying to focus, trying to document her the way he wanted to remember this—perfect and pixelated, like a private film only he would ever watch.

She leaned in again, trailing her mouth lower this time, pressing a soft kiss over the prominent bulge beneath the fabric of his Calvin Kleins. The contact was almost tender, and yet it felt like a jolt of electricity through his entire system. Rafe's head dropped back against the pillows, eyes fluttering shut as a ragged breath tore from his throat.

“Fucking hell,” he exhaled, voice broken and desperate.

“Sensitive much?” she murmured, amusement curling at the corners of her voice as she smiled against him. Her tone was soft but sharp enough to tease, threaded through with that signature silk-and-cigarette sweetness he was already addicted to.

Then, slow as a film reel burning through its final frame, she hooked her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers and began to tug. The elastic gave way with a soft snap, and his cock sprang free—thick, flushed, hard to the point of pain, the head glistening where precum beaded.

Rafe could barely think, could barely breathe, the camera in his hand dipping slightly before he remembered to lift it again, adjusting the focus, swallowing back the strangled sound clawing up his throat. She hadn’t even touched him properly yet and he already felt close to unraveling.

She glanced up at him, lashes low and lips parted, like she was taking in a piece of art instead of the writhing, undone mess sprawled out beneath her. Her fingers ghosted along his thighs, slow and featherlight, just barely tracing the lines of muscle as her eyes flicked back to his cock, studying the way it twitched in anticipation, how flushed and desperate he already looked for her.

And he was—God, he was. Rafe could barely hold the camera steady, the grainy lens catching her every move like it was sacred. Her kneeling between his legs, black lace and thigh-high cotton like something out of a low-res daydream. Her lip gloss was still there—barely—but now slightly smudged, mouth swollen from kissing and smiling and knowing.

She leaned in again, lips brushing over the underside of his cock like a promise, her breath warm and teasing against him. Rafe let out a guttural sound, low and hoarse, his free hand curling into the sheets like he needed to hold on to something, anything.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he whispered, voice cracking into a laugh that dissolved into a groan when she licked a slow, lazy stripe up the vein running along the underside, just enough pressure to make his hips buck involuntarily.

“Good,” she murmured, grinning against the sensitive skin before she wrapped her hand around the base, holding him steady, thumb brushing over the leaking tip with a touch that bordered on cruel.

Rafe’s head tipped back with a sharp gasp, camera wavering before he steadied it again, breath shaking. The red light was still blinking. Still recording. Still real.

And then—God—her mouth was on him.

Warm. Wet. Slow. She took him in with practiced ease, lips sealing around the head and tongue swirling just enough to make his eyes roll back. Her hand worked the base with a rhythm that matched the slow bob of her head, sucking him down in languid strokes, no rush, no mercy.

He couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t look away.

The screen in his hand showed everything in shaky, sacred detail—the soft drag of her lips, the way her cheeks hollowed out, the flash of tongue, the flex of her fingers on his thigh.

Rafe was trembling, every muscle tight and straining, his moans fractured and high in his throat. “Fuck, baby, f—fuck, you look so good,” he rasped, unable to stop the litany of praise tumbling out now. “Like a fucking dream. My fucking angel—”

She hummed around him at that, eyes flicking up through her lashes, and the vibration of her moan sent him hurtling toward the edge. His grip on the camera tightened like he could somehow preserve the moment forever—the grain, the light, the low whimper he made as her mouth sank deeper.

He was unraveling, heart pounding against his ribcage like it was trying to claw out, sweat clinging to his skin, glasses askew, hair damp at his temples.

And all he could see was her—her mouth stretched around him, lips slick and red, so fucking pretty like this, and all his.

“Look up, baby,” Rafe whispered, voice paper-thin and reverent, as if the sight of her alone might shatter him. His breath stuttered as she obeyed, lashes lifting slowly, gaze locking with his through the grainy filter of lust and low light. Her eyes gleamed—glassy, coy, obedient—and her lips were stretched obscenely around him, slick and parted wide, drool beginning to sheen at the corners.

He nearly dropped the camera.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathed out, the words catching in his throat, “so fucking pretty…”

The hand not clutching the trembling camera reached down, gentle fingers brushing a curtain of her hair from her cheek, tucking it carefully behind her ear as if that would somehow make it less indecent, less overwhelming. But it only made her look more obscene—beautiful in a way that didn’t feel real. Like something he’d conjured, stitched together from every daydream and note-app fantasy he’d ever suffered through alone in the dark.

His palm slid lower to cup her jaw, thumb stroking beneath her chin as she hollowed her cheeks around him. He whimpered—actually whimpered—hips lifting slightly off the mattress as he pressed himself deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. And she let him.

Didn’t flinch, didn’t resist—just let him guide the rhythm, let him fuck into her mouth like she wanted it. Like she liked the way his cock twitched against her tongue. The little gasps and strangled moans that spilled from his mouth were involuntary, soft and high and cracking at the edges as if he couldn’t hold himself together even if he tried.

“F-fuck… fuck, baby,” he whimpered, voice nearly inaudible beneath the whir of the camera’s mic. He adjusted the grip, bringing it closer, closer still, until the frame filled with nothing but the obscene glide of her mouth over his cock—lips flushed and glistening, jaw working, a string of spit hanging from her chin like a thread of silk.

The camera stuttered slightly as his hands trembled. He zoomed in. He couldn’t help himself. The red light blinked, and in its dim glow, she looked like something unreal. A dream. A sin. A miracle wrapped in thigh-high socks and black lace.

She moaned around him, soft and guttural, the vibration pulsing through him like lightning, and Rafe's head dropped back into the pillow with a broken cry—utterly ruined, glasses fogged, stomach tight, toes curled, and so fucking close to falling apart beneath her.

Rafe's hips jerked upward, entirely out of his control, the motion sharp and instinctive when her tongue—cool metal glinting—dragged deliberately across the sensitive slit at the head of his cock. The piercing was maddening, a tease made crueler by the softness of her mouth surrounding it. His stomach clenched, breath torn straight from his lungs like someone had knocked the wind out of him.

“Okay—nngh—don’t fucking do that,” he gasped, voice cracking somewhere between a whimper and a plea, the camera trembling in his hands. “Holy fuck. Don’t—don’t do that again, I’m gonna cum way too quick, fuck, fuck…”

But she only giggled, low and syrupy, the vibration of her laugh humming against the underside of him before she did it again, tongue rolling over the tip with infuriating precision. Rafe choked out a sound that wasn’t even human, spine arching off the bed like he’d been electrocuted.

His hand flew to her hair, fingers curling into the strands, not to shove or pull but anchor—a desperate tether to reality as he gently tugged her back, trying to put even a breath of distance between her mouth and his impending collapse.

“I fucking hate you for that,” he panted, his voice hoarse, disbelieving, like she’d just hexed him.

But she only looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, the corners of her lips curling around the spit-slick head of his cock in a smile that was all mischief and command. “No you don’t,” she purred, voice thick with satisfaction, breath warm against his skin.

Before he could respond—before he could even think—she sank back down, swallowing him again in one slow, devastating motion, lips sliding over him with obscene ease.

Rafe’s head fell back against the pillow with a groan so soft it sounded like prayer. His fingers tightened in her hair as she bobbed her head, finding a rhythm that was both deliberate and devastating, like she wanted him trembling, like she likedhaving this much power.

The camera, forgotten for a moment, dipped slightly as his arm lost strength—capturing a raw, perfect angle of her mouth wrapped around him, spit slicking her chin, her throat working with every drag.

When he felt the pressure begin to mount—hips twitching, thighs taut, breath faltering in shallow bursts—Rafe gave a gentle, trembling nudge against the back of her head, fingers still tangled in her hair like he was asking, please. She didn’t resist. Didn’t flinch. She let him guide her deeper, slow and steady, taking him into the velvet heat of her throat until he was fully seated, her nose brushing the base, her hands braced against his hips to steady herself.

His other hand, the one still clutching the Canon, lifted with shaky precision, angling the lens downward to capture it—her mouth completely full, lips stretched wide, spit glistening, her throat bulging around him as she held him there like she could take all of him and more.

And then—his body stiffened, eyes flying wide for a heartbeat before fluttering shut, lips parted in a gasping exhale. His release hit hard, sudden and overwhelming, pouring into her with a cry that cracked at the edges. His grip on her hair tightened just enough to hold her there, to keep him buried deep as she swallowed around him, the convulsing of her throat only intensifying the aftershocks that rattled through him. She gagged once, a soft, choked sound as the tip nudged the back of her throat, but she didn’t stop. She took all of it, every last drop.

When it was over, she pulled back slowly, his cock sliding from her lips with a wet sound that made his spent body twitch, a thin string of saliva still clinging to her tongue before she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes met his—dark, satisfied, smug—and Rafe could do nothing but collapse back into the pillows, eyes closed, chest heaving.

“Fucking hell,” he breathed out, voice raw, barely there. His body was boneless, flushed and limp and ruined.

But that blissful stillness didn’t last.

Because before he could even come down completely, he saw her shimmy out of the last remaining scrap of black lace, sliding her panties down her thighs with maddening ease. His heart stuttered. She climbed back over him, straddling him again like she’d earned it—and she had—hips poised over him, her skin flushed and glowing, lips still damp, eyes half-lidded with intent.

He watched—helpless and hypnotized—as she reached between them, fingers wrapping around his now-sensitive cock, still slick from her mouth, guiding him through the wet heat of her folds. Just once. Twice. And then—

“Jesus,” Rafe whispered, breath hitched, as the camera caught the moment her hips sank, slow and smooth, taking him in inch by aching inch. The lens trembled as he zoomed in, capturing the obscene beauty of it—the stretch, the wet slide, the perfect way she molded around him.

“Fuck,” she moaned, her head falling back, lips parting on a gasp, spine arching beautifully as she took him to the hilt. Her brows furrowed in pleasure, lashes fluttering like she could barely keep her eyes open.

Rafe's eyes flicked between the viewfinder and the real thing, completely mesmerized. He tilted the camera upward, just in time to catch the full scope of her wrecked expression—eyes shut, mouth open, cheeks flushed, looking like something holy come undone.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, reverently, like he was confessing to a sin and begging for it to never end. His free hand slid up to her hip, fingers pressing into the soft curve there, grounding himself as her warmth surrounded him.

He could feel her pulse around him. Hear the way she gasped softly through every inch she took. And all he could think—blinking up at her through fogged lenses and a camera shaking in his grip—was that he never wanted to forget a single second of this.

She rode him like she knew she was being watched, liked being watched—by him, by the red blinking eye of the camera, by the hunger in his gaze that devoured every motion, every twitch of her hips, every breathless little whimper she let slip. Her hands braced against his chest, nails leaving soft crescents in his skin as she rocked on top of him in slow, controlled waves, grinding down with that practiced roll of her hips like she’d done this a thousand times in her mind. Maybe she had.

Her thighs flexed with every motion, the black cotton of her socks hugging just below the soft swell of her skin, sticky now with sweat and the slick mess between them. She was drenched—Rafe could see it, feel it—how wet she was, how her cunt gripped him every time she lifted and sank again, pulling him deeper with each pass. He couldn’t stop moaning. Couldn’t stop filming. Couldn’t stop watching.

The camera was angled up now, catching the curve of her body as she bounced gently, the lace of her bra askew, one strap fallen, tits rising and falling with every movement. Her head tipped back, lips parted, the softest sounds leaving her throat—pretty, whimpering gasps that made his hips buck involuntarily beneath her.

“Jesus Christ, baby,” Rafe rasped, the hand not holding the camera sliding up her side, gripping her waist tight, trying to steady the ache building behind his ribs. “You’re so—fuck, you’re so fucking perfect. Putting on a show for me, huh?”

She looked down at him through heavy lashes, sweat dotting her temple, hair clinging to her damp cheeks. “Mhm,” she breathed, a breathless smile curling at her lips, “Figured I’d give you something worth replaying.”

And fuck if she wasn’t succeeding. Every bounce, every grind, every time she circled her hips like she was milking him, Rafe nearly lost it. He zoomed in again, the shaky lens capturing the perfect, raw glide of his cock disappearing inside her soaked heat, the way her pussy clung to him, slick and tight and fluttering.

But soon—too soon—her thighs started to tremble, rhythm faltering as she let out a soft, desperate noise and collapsed forward onto his chest, burying her face into the crook of his neck. “Rafe…” she whimpered, voice cracked and breathless, “I can’t—I can’t anymore.”

And that was all he needed.

Rafe didn’t hesitate. In one fluid, breathless motion, he set the camera down at the edge of the bed—careful to not knock it off the bed—before gripping her hips and flipping them, rolling her onto her back and settling between her legs with a low, feral groan. Her thighs fell open for him instinctively, and he didn’t even pause.

He grabbed the camera again with one hand, held it steady, and watched through the screen as he guided his cock back to her glistening cunt. She was pulsing around nothing, wet and twitching and begging to be filled again.

He lined himself up, nudged the swollen head against her entrance—and then pushed in, slow and unrelenting, splitting her open again with a deep, broken moan.

The camera caught everything. The wet sound of him sliding back into her soaked heat. The obscene way her hole stretched around him, fluttering, like she was trying to keep him inside. The way her thighs jerked and her stomach tensed, hands flying to his shoulders as her back arched off the bed.

“Look at that,” Rafe breathed, voice wrecked, staring through the lens with something like awe. “Fuck, look at how you take me. Look at that pussy, baby—spasming around my dick like she missed me.”

She cried out, incoherent, writhing beneath him as he bottomed out, hips flush against her, free hand gripping her thigh now as he started to fuck into her properly—hard, deep, slow enough to feel every drag and squeeze.

The camera rocked with every thrust, catching every slick sound, every obscene inch of him disappearing into her tight, quivering heat. And Rafe—sweat-slicked, flushed, glasses half-off his face—looked like a man possessed.

Like he’d never stop.
Like he’d fuck her through the lens and straight into memory.

He drove into her with a rhythm that had long since abandoned restraint—sharp, deliberate thrusts that hit so deep she could feel him in her ribs. The bed creaked beneath them, his hips smacking into hers, the sound echoing low and guttural under her breathless moans.

The camera, still clutched in one hand, captured the frantic blur of their bodies moving in tandem. His other hand—broad, warm, possessive—slid between them and found her clit with ease, two fingers circling the neglected bundle of nerves with unrelenting precision.

Her reaction was immediate.

She arched clean off the bed, a broken cry tumbling from her throat as her back bowed and her thighs trembled. Her cunt clenched around him in tight, rhythmic pulses that nearly knocked the breath from his lungs.

“Yeah?” Rafe panted, dark eyes locked on the way her body writhed under him. “You gonna cum, baby? Hm? You gonna fall apart on me?”

She could barely manage a nod, lips parted around a soundless gasp, eyes rolling back as her muscles began to flutter violently around him.

“C’mon,” he coaxed, voice hoarse, his thumb drawing tight circles, “Cum for me. Let go—fuck—I got you.”

And then she did.

With a soft, shattered sob, her legs wrapped around his hips, locking him in place as her orgasm tore through her—spasming, fluttering, her pussy milking his cock with desperate urgency.

“F-fuck,” Rafe hissed, eyes screwing shut as the spasms dragged him under with her. Her warmth, her tightness, the way she clenched around him like she needed every drop—he couldn’t hold on.

His own orgasm slammed into him with a choked whimper, hips jerking as he spilled inside her, filling her to the brim in thick, pulsing waves.

He buried himself to the hilt, riding it out as she trembled beneath him, both of them breathless, slick with sweat, dazed in the aftermath.

“Fucking hell…” he exhaled, his voice barely above a whisper. Slowly, tenderly, he withdrew, hissing softly as her walls clung to him all the way out. A lazy, milky trail of cum followed, slicking her thighs and the sheets below.

Rafe adjusted the camera with one last lazy flick of his wrist, angling it toward the mess between her legs, zooming in on the way his release leaked from her swollen, spent pussy. His lips curved into a smug little grin as he admired the sight—like he’d just made art.

After a beat, he turned the lens up toward her face.

She lay motionless, eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted, skin flushed and glowing in the low light. Completely fucked-out. Utterly ethereal.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, so softly it was almost to himself, as if the moment was too sacred for anything louder.

He switched off the camera. Waited to make sure it saved. Then set it carefully on the bedside table like something precious, irreplaceable.

Rafe sank back onto the mattress beside her, chest still heaving, muscles trembling faintly. He pulled her to him without a word, letting her nestle against his chest, her bare skin warm and damp against his.

She tucked her head beneath his chin, eyelids already drooping, breath slowing with the quiet ease of sleep beginning to take her.

Rafe blinked up at the ceiling, hand absently stroking her back, the silence thick and sweet.

In his arms, she sighed—and within moments, she was gone.

Rafe had just begun to slip into that warm, post-orgasmic haze of sleep—his breathing shallow, her weight soft and grounding on his chest—when his phone buzzed obnoxiously against the nightstand.

He groaned, reaching out blindly with one hand, careful not to jostle her. His fingers wrapped around the phone, screen flaring to life. Predictably, it was them.

Topper (1:14 a.m.)

bro get on apex or kill urself

Kelce (1:14 a.m.)

you promised we’d clear the goddamn event tonight

Topper (1:15 a.m.)

rafe don’t be a whore answer us

Rafe snorted under his breath. His thumb hovered over the keyboard—but instead of replying, he flicked open the camera app. He angled the phone so it caught the image perfectly: him, shirtless, flushed, a crooked, smug little grin tugging at his lips. And draped across his chest, fast asleep and bare-skinned save for the soft drape of his sheet, was her. Completely knocked out. Her cheek rested just above his heart, mouth parted, lashes kissing the tops of her cheeks.

He snapped the pic. A single quiet trophy.

And then, with a devil-may-care swipe, he dropped it into the group chat—a chat that, truthfully, was less a place for actual communication and more a running chaos log of their unfiltered bullshit. Gaming scores, porn links, thirst traps, conspiracy theories, and Topper’s latest attempts at TikTok fame all fought for dominance. This? This was content.

The response was instant.

Kelce (1:16 a.m.)

my boy got laid🙏🏿 God is real

Topper (1:16 a.m.)

pls tell me u filmed it

Kelce (1:16 a.m.)

pervert. did you tho👀

Topper (1:17 a.m.)

I WILL LITERALLY GIVE YOU MY GOOD KIDNEY FOR IT🙏🏻

Kelce (1:17 a.m.)

why the fuck do you only have one good kidney???

Topper (1:17 a.m.)

can you question my lifestyle choices some other time please?? RAFE GOT LAID

Topper (1:17 a.m.)

with a hot girl

Kelce (1:17 a.m.)

and she looks completely fucked out

Topper (1:17 a.m.)

bro she looks like she got sent to the astral plane 💀 wtf did you do to her???

Kelce (1:18 a.m.)

don’t explain just send a tape. cause I know your horny ass recorded at LEAST SOMETHING

Rafe rolled his eyes, though a crooked smirk tugged at his lips anyway. He tucked the phone under his arm and glanced down at her.

She was still fast asleep, the rise and fall of her breathing slow and even, her lashes fluttering faintly like she was dreaming. Probably something soft. Or maybe something filthy.

Either way, he wasn’t about to tell them anything.

They could use their imaginations.

— all rights reserved © PALEVCR all fanfics belong to me, do not copy, translate nor repost as yours.

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ That’s not a thermometer.

cw: fem!reader, they’re also married, anxiety, pregnancy, doubts of being a good father, mentions of daddy issues, but mostly fluff

A/n: the people REALLY wanted more nerd!rafe… and my baby fever is crazy rn so… this is curing it

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A few weeks ago, you’d been panicking at the thought of it. As you stood there, waiting in the bathroom for the lines to show up, your mind ran wild.

What if you were pregnant? Would Rafe stay? Or would he be scared and leave?

No, you told yourself. Rafe was better than that.

You saw the two lines, and you just about passed out. Oh god, oh god. You took another test, just to be sure. Positive again.

You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat, Rafe knocking on the bathroom door while clearing his throat.

“Y/n? Are you okay? You’ve been in there a while.” He asked, voice full of concern. The movie buzzed on in the background, but it was long forgotten at this point.

“Uhm- yeah! I’m- I’m fine!” You replied, taking both tests in your hands, looking around the bathroom. You thought of tossing it into the trash, but Rafe was very oddly observant. He’d probably notice it while he was taking out the trash or something.

You shoved it into the pockets of your hoodie, telling yourself that it would be okay, and that Rafe wouldn’t know anything as you opened the door.

He had a small frown on his face, leaning against the doorway.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you, immediately sensing something was off. You wished he couldn’t read you so well, sometimes.

“I’m alright.” You repeated, him quirking an eyebrow, pushing himself off of the doorway.

“Alright.” He replied, although not convinced at all. He decided not to press any further, sitting down on his bed. You sat down next to him, your head still spinning and swirling.

He laid down, waiting for you to do the same. When he looked at you, however, you were completely zoned out, your eyes glossed over and your face unreadable.

“Hey,” he spoke quietly, putting his hand on your thigh. You jerked slightly, turning to him with wide eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re looking a little pale…” he noted, moving his other hand onto your forehead.

You gave him a tight lipped smile, nodding as you pushed his hand off of your face. “I’m finee, Rafe. Quit worrying about me.” You told him, going to lay down with him in an attempt to act normal.

“I can’t help it.” He replied, kissing the side of your head, pulling you closer to him, his arm now lazily slung over your stomach.

The movie became less and less interesting, Rafe speaking over it at times and saying how the main character was “pissing him off.”

“Oh, are you serious? Whoever wrote this movie sucks. This doesn’t even make sense. The plot is all over the place and they just completely mischaracterized their own character.”

You didn’t reply, already knowing how deep he analyzed these movies and shows. Usually, you’d agree or laugh with him about it, but today you didn’t. You were quiet the entire time, actually.

Rafes worries grew. ‘Did I do something?’ He thought, replaying every moment with you recently. He couldn’t think of anything. So, he remained quiet after a while, deciding to not bother you.

He felt you slowly grow more limp in his hands as the movie played on, slowly dozing off with your head resting against his shoulder.

He had a soft smile on his face, glancing at you. That smile faded when he felt something cold touch his hands, dropping from your pockets. He furrowed his eyebrows, feeling the shape of it. At first, he thought it was some thermometer. He had felt the body of it, nothing more.

Why would there be a thermometer in your pocket?

He glanced at your sleeping figure once more, before moving his hand and pulling the object out from underneath the covers and your body.

That’s not a thermometer.

His eyes widened and his grip loosened on the object, dropping it for a moment. He quickly reached over your form, grabbing it and holding it close to his face as if it was unbelievable.

He examined it closely, looking over the two lines multiple times. He swallowed, looking back down at you. He sighed quietly, putting his hand on his forehead and staring up at the ceiling.

Okay, he wasn’t upset at you. He was more so confused and worried. He thought for a moment, would a child really be that bad? He had taken his father’s business over now, money pouring in like it was nothing. That wasn’t a problem. The main thing he was worried about was how good of a dad he’d really be.

He wouldn’t leave this child, god no. He knew that much. He loved you far too much.

Plus, you’d spoken about this before. Neither of you were against the idea, he just didn’t think it would be this soon.

But, living his whole life without a proper father figure screwed him up more than he’d like to admit. He didn’t know how a father should act, how a father should really treat a child. What if his child ended up like him? What if he needed to go to anger management and fucking therapy all because of Rafe?

His thought were interrupted when you began to squirm around in your sleep, your eyes beginning to flutter open. You saw Rafe staring at you, his eyes glossed over. He gave you a small smile, moving the hair from your face.

You gave him a tired smile back, and for a moment, he made you forget about everything else. When his arms wrapped around you again, there was nothing else in the world.

“I love you, you know that?” He rasped out quietly.

“I love you too.” You replied, although very confused at the random statement.

He pulled away, looking you in your eyes for a moment. He sat up slowly, you furrowing your eyebrows worriedly at him as you did the same.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him, him shaking his head.

“I..uhm..” he pulled out the test, letting it speak for itself. It was like the words had gotten stuck in his throat.

“Oh.” You mumbled, dropping your gaze down.

“I know this probably isn’t how you wanted me to find out.” He spoke, you looking down at your lap still, avoiding his gaze. “And I want you to know-“ he paused, looking at you.

“Y/n.” His hand moved, grabbing your face in his hands, moving closer towards you. You looked up at him finally, tears brimming your eyes.

“I love you.” He repeated. Those words meant more to you than he could imagine at the moment. You started full on sobbing, him wrapping his arms around you, letting you cry into his shoulder.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. We’ll be okay.” He told you in a murmur, your hands bunching up the fabric of his shirt.

“I love you.” You cried out, him letting out a quiet laugh, continuing to let you cry.

“Hey, hey,” he spoke when he heard nothing but little sniffles coming from you. You pulled away, looking at him again. He brought the pad of his thumb, wiping away any remaining tears.

“I meant it. I- I really, really wanna be here for you. For the both of you. Okay? I’m gonna- gonna get my shit together, ‘m gonna… figure it all out.”

“Thank you.” You replied quietly, him giving you a soft smile, pulling you in for another hug.

“You’re gonna be a really good dad.” You murmured against him, him smiling at the thought of it. With those simple words, all his anxiety was eased.

“You’re gonna be the best mom.” He retorted.

You giggled at him, leaning up so you could kiss hm.

When you pulled away, you both got back down into the sheets.

“You know, I think it’s gonna be a girl.” You told him quietly, him tilting his head to the side.

“Well, you’d probably be right. Most people think that the likelihood you’ll have a boy or a girl is inherited through the father… considering that I’m literally the only boy in the family, then, you’d probably be correct.”

“I’m trying to be cute and you’re spewing facts at me.” You teased him, him shrugging.

“Well, you knew about the deal when you decided to marry me.” He pulled his hand out from under the covers, showing the ring on his finger.

“You should have put it in your vows.” You replied.

“How would I word that, exactly?”

“I, Rafe Cameron, promise to never stop giving you extremely random science facts, even when you’re pregnant.” You spoke in a deep, mocking voice. It made him laugh out loudly.

“I do not sound like that.”

“You kinda do.” You laughed.

Rafe shook his head with a soft smile, and he knew, despite everything he’s gone through and everything that’s happened, if it led him to you, he’d do it 10 times over again.

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ my nerdy boy

pairing: nerd!rafe x pervert!reader synopsis: all about nerd!rafe and his popular, secretly pervy girlfriend ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა warnings: smut, masturbation (f), implied virgin!rafe, MDNI! wc: 500 a/n; this is the first rafe fic on this account that isn't a repost! anyway lmk if you want to read more about them, this was sort of a 'morning thoughts' kinda post i wrote within an hour of waking up ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

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when you first met rafe, he was tutoring you for math and the moment you saw him, you thought he looked downright edible in his little specs and his slicked-back hair. he wore baggy hoodies and sweatshirts adorned with your college's name, but one time, you grabbed his bicep to 'steady yourself' (to feel him up) and you felt the hard planes of muscles hidden under his clothes that immediately gave you filthy thoughts.

from then on, you'd do anything to see that pretty blush that'd sometimes grace his defined cheeks, and it wasn't even a difficult thing to achieve. really, most of the time calling him cute was enough to get him turning as bright as a tomato.

you always wore something low-cut and tight to your tutoring sessions, biting down on your lip and shamelessly pushing your cleavage together as you pretended to listen to him explain statistics, your panties getting wetter and wetter the more and more he stumbled with his words.

when he finally gathered enough courage to ask you out on a date, you took him to see a movie, keeping your arm around his shoulders the entirety of the movie, until the final thirty minutes when you pretended to stretch and yawn, moving your hand to rest on his thigh.

rafe stiffened in his seat, a bulge starting to form in his jeans that you pretended not to notice, all the while drawing hearts on the inside of his thigh with your long, pretty nails.

when you two finally started going out officially, you could tell that he didn't have much experience with relationships, his kisses were clumsy and he kept apologizing if he was 'doing it wrong' and you thought it was the most adorable thing ever.

the first time he let you into his dorm room, it was like his personality had been transformed into a bedroom. when he slipped off into the bathroom, you rolled around in his sheets, smelling his shampoo on his pillow, your hand going to rub yourself over your leggings.

you giggled when you saw all the different boxer shorts neatly arranged in his drawer, grabbing a blue plaid pair and slipping them into your bag.

later that night, you called him, wearing his boxer shorts, your arousal soaking them the moment you put them on. he answered in a groggy voice that caused another pang of arousal to go through your body. he'd been up late doing homework, explaining the subject of his essay while you simply 'mmhm'ed and 'oh?'ed at everything the boy said, too busy rubbing yourself to pay any real attention.

you were looking at a picture that you'd secretly taken of him as you worked yourself closer and closer, picturing his hand was the one getting you off, thinking about what it'd be like to jerk him off with your favorite strawberry-scented lotion.

when you finally felt your orgasm rock through you, you bit down on your pillow to muffle the moans and the 'nngh!'s that escaped you.

and for the next ten-or-so minutes, you just listened to him rant about his classes, your hand still in his boxer shorts, a satisfied smile on your lips, thinking of all the ways in which you wanted to defile his innocence.

[rafesangelita]

…NERD!RAFE X BITCHY!POGUE!READER AU

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NERD!RAFE X BITCHY!POGUE!READER who first spoke on the phone with each other when bitchy!pogue!reader found nerd!rafe’s number in an ad that was posted on a bulletin board inside the only library on kildare island. she decided to give him a call when his flyer stated that he offered aid to those who required a little help enrolling in school, tutoring, and any other academic services that may be needed. seeing as bitchy!pogue!reader wanted to start going to school for fashion and business, she saved the piece of paper with rafe’s number and stuffed it at the bottom of her purse and forgot all about it until she got back home. “i would love to help you, would you say you’re available to meet tomorrow at the library around two o’clock in the afternoon?” he asked, scribbling down her information once she agreed to meet.

NERD!RAFE X BITCHY!POGUE!READER who were both taken aback once they were sitting next to each other. bitchy!pogue!reader couldn’t help but flirt with him once she found nerd!rafe incredibly charming and sweet, the glasses sitting high up on the bridge of his nose making him look innocent and a tad bit shy. nerd!rafe on the other hand is absolutely enthralled and terrified at the same time when he saw a bombshell like bitchy!pogue!reader approaching him in nothing but a push-up bra, a bodycon dress, and pink pleaser heels adorning her feet. “are you rafe?” on top of him being star struck, he also loved the sound of her voice, its sugary sweet tone making his heart beat erratically in his chest. everything about her, from the body glitter sparkling against her skin, to the cotton candy scent of her perfume, he was obsessed.

NERD!RAFE X BITCHY!POGUE!READER who began seeing each other everyday, both of them going over test prep, material checklists and enrollment forms. “do you have any tech equipment by any chance? you know, so you could do homework or get a headstart on any assignments?” she blinked at him, pulling out her outdated pink blackberry. “i just have this.” rafe nodded, eyes flickering between her glossy lips and the small device in her hands. “okay.. well, i’ll make sure that changes soon.” without knowing what he meant by that, she was in for the shock of her life when rafe surprised her the next day with a macbook pro and an ipad. “i don’t normally do this.. like ever— but i want you to have the proper learning tools to help you out. i truly believe you have so much potential.” bitchy!pogue!reader kissed him when she accepted the gifts, having never been supported like this before.

NERD!RAFE X BITCHY!POGUE!READER who often get distracted from their studies due to bitchy!pogue!reader’s advances. yawning, she’ll reach back and stretch her arms up until the hem of her crop top reveals the underside of her tits, the pretty, plump swells of her breasts making nerd!rafe’s cheeks turn bright red. “i think we should take a break..” she’d suggest, resting her hand on top of his thigh underneath the table. rafe was a nervous wreck anytime she was in close proximity with him, let alone when her hands were on him, he couldn’t help the small beads of sweat forming on his forehead as her manicured fingers inched closer and closer to where he ached for her with need. “i-i don’t think that’s appropriate to do here— oh..” nerd!rafe panicked internally when she palmed the growing bulge in his trousers, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he surrendered to her touch.

NERD!RAFE X BITCHY!POGUE!READER who celebrate all of her academic victories; both big and small. “alright, let me see..” rafe would be scrolling through her school portal, her grades illuminating the screen as he looked over the numbers. pacing nervously behind him, she’d squeal in excitement when rafe would cheer her on, his chest filling with pride as she took a seat in his lap, pressing kisses to his cheek as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “see how smart you are, doll? i told you that you could do it.” he’d praise her, his words melting her heart. bitchy!pogue!reader was so used to everyone telling her that she should just worry about what her next nail set should look like and not about going to school or starting her own little fashion line. “you’re the only person that has listened to my ideas and took me seriously..” she pouted up at him, “how could i ever thank you for that?”

୨୧ nerd!rafe finds *pictures* of you on your laptop

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PAIRING: nerd!rafe cameron x nerd!fem!reader

SUMMARY: it’s rafe’s first sleepover with his first girlfriend – who is equally shy as him – but she needs help with unhooking her bra.

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

WARNINGS: shy rafe & reader; she/her pronouns used for reader; slightly suggestive (?) but it’s soft and fluffy 🫶

EDITH SPEAKS: we don’t just have nerd rafe now, we now have nerd reader too 🥰 I loveddddd writing the two of them, just a couple of soft and shy teenagers who like each other so much but are just so anxious 🥹 I have a cool idea on the background lore of this pairing and hopefully I’ll be able to write their full fic one day 🫶 anyways! if you enjoy reading, please reblog and share any feedback you may have 💞💞 also, my inbox is open to discuss all kinds of thoughts && hcs!!! xx

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Rafe Cameron was an expert at a lot of things: physics, maths, programming, robotics, chemistry, but there was one thing no book could ever teach him. 

And it was how to act around girls. 

Throughout his life, he thought keeping a safe distance from girls was best for him; relationships and everything else would come to him when the time is right. 

But he definitely didn’t think that time would come this soon – in high school. 

He was best known for his concentration, and how he could sit still and study for hours on end, not giving up until he was done learning what he wanted to. But this one girl, she was becoming a distraction. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. It was as if he could see her name hidden between the words of the book he was reading, tucked safely as a sweet memory of this new person who had just waltzed into his life. 

And somehow, the one thing that made all of this sweeter was that the girl – you – was also just like him. Just as inexperienced, just as nervous, and, he didn’t realise it, but also just as adorable as him. 

It was hard for Rafe to get his mind off someone who had so many common interests as him. You loved science and technology just as much as he did, and you both were somehow just always on the same wavelength with almost everything you talked about. 

Now, fast forwarding past the awkward talking stage (well, what’s to say it sometimes still isn’t awkward), Rafe finally bagged you, yes, that’s right, Rafe Cameron got a girlfriend. 

And a damn intelligent one at that. 

So, after everything, he has you invited over to his place for your first ever sleepover. The nerves are even more than usual, but he’s trying his best to make this work, just for the two of you. 

Starting from when you arrive till the dinner with his family, everything is super smooth. You both talk a bit, and Rafe can feel the nervousness between you two is beginning to die, to create something that’s more comforting and warm instead. 

But, all the effort he puts to make everything light hearted comes crashing down when he realises nighttime is nearing closer and closer. Meaning, the time to share a bed is getting closer. He makes the offer of his own clothes for your nightwear, which he’s super happy you accept. 

He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, his fingers fiddling nervously with the hem of his own shirt as he waits for you to finish changing and freshening up in the washroom. He can feel his mind go absolute berserk, an infinite number of thoughts looping themselves in his head and playing like a broken record. He’s attempting to get his mind off these thoughts, oh he is trying so hard, but he just can’t.

Rafe nervously looks up at the clock hanging on his wall and realises a little too much time has passed since you went to the washroom. It concerns him a tiny fraction, but he attempts to relax that thought by telling himself you must genuinely take time in the washroom to freshen up. 

But then he hears your voice calling out your name – oh how he loves the way his name sounds so sweet on your lips, but more on that later – and it seems as if you’re a little uneasy. 

“Yeah?” He asks, and his voice automatically takes that softness that somehow only comes up when he’s talking to you. He gets up from his bed and makes his way to the closed washroom door, gently pressing an ear to it. “Everything alright?”

A long moment of silence passes and Rafe doesn’t hear anything from across the door, which almost tempts him to call out to you again, but your voice finally crosses the wood. 

“I uh… I need help,” Your voice is already muffled due to the hardwood barrier between you two, but the obvious timidness in your tone makes it even more difficult for Rafe to catch your words. 

“Yeah yeah, what is it, sweets?” He says softly, the nickname rolling off almost effortlessly. Whoa, where did that confidence come from? Again, a topic reserved for a much later conversation. 

Another long moment of silence passes, and Rafe can now sense the anxiousness through the door, understanding that whatever it is, it’s making you feel more shy than usual. 

“My, my bra hook’s stuck… I need help with it,” Somehow, your voice has gotten even quieter. 

Now it’s Rafe’s turn to get quiet. 

It takes time for your words, and their implication, to settle in him. His limbs feel permanently tethered to the ground below him by a strong force, and that nothing can make him budge. But he soon realises that force is entirely superficial and it’s his own nerves keeping him fixed. 

Fighting the strong nerves he musters the courage to speak up again. “You, you need my help?” He asks. 

“Yes please,” comes your reply and he hears a heavy exhale escaping you along with your words, as if you’re letting go of the heavy weight of having to tell him what your current situation is. 

But god, Rafe doesn’t have a single clue how he’s going to react on what’s bound to happen next. 

He hears you unlock the door from inside, and he wraps his fingers around the doorknob, slowly twisting it to open the door. 

You’re standing in the center of the washroom, your back towards the door. He can see you’ve changed into his old shorts he gave you, but the t-shirt is sitting on the counter and you’re standing in just your bra. When you hear the door creak open, you turn to look over your shoulder and meet Rafe’s eyes. 

The moment you see him, you shy your gaze away from him. “Uh, it’s stuck real bad…” you mumble quietly. 

“Oh uh, I’ll… I’ll have a look,” Rafe mutters, moving closer to you so there’s barely any space between you two. He can feel the warmth of your back against his chest and it seems so inviting and soft. 

His heart begins to thump loud in his chest, and the deep curtain of silence that envelopes you two makes it even more loud to his ears. 

Rafe swallows the lump in his throat and lifts his hand up. He brings his fingers close to your back so that the fingertips are almost hovering over the inviting skin. 

Do it, Rafe, do it. You’re here to help her, that’s it.

Subconsciously nodding to himself, Rafe lets his fingertips gently press over your back and oh my god your skin is so damn soft. The situation is making heat rush to his face, and he just knows his cheeks are tinted with a champagne pink which is very hard to miss.

He can hear the hitch in your breath the moment his fingers touch your skin, as if the small contact is spreading an electric current throughout your body. Rafe lets his fingers linger over the bra hook, and he brings his other hand up too, attempting to sort the stuck hook out. 

“It’s a little stuck…” he murmurs under his breath as he has his way with the hook, but also makes sure none of his movements are too harsh that it hurts you in any way. 

“That bad?” You ask meekly, glancing at Rafe over your shoulder. He catches the look of sheepishness on your face, knowing how awkward you might be feeling in this situation. 

“I just need a minute, yeah?” He tells you softly, and allows himself to be a little bold, letting his hand drift over your shoulder and squeeze it softly. As much as his heart is beating fast in his chest and his fingers are itching to feel the expanse of your soft flesh, he also knows he should be a little confident because that’ll help you feel a little more comfortable. 

His actions do the expected, your tense shoulders relax a bit and you nod to let him continue. Rafe brings his hands back to the hook and lets out a deep breath. Okay, lets just look at this carefully. He takes a moment to inspect exactly how the hook is stuck, and then, carefully, he lets his fingers work through the stuck hook. 

It takes a long moment, both him and you standing in the quiet space of the bathroom with bated breaths, but finally, Rafe pops open the hook. That is the moment when your body gets fully relaxed, and he understands how relieving it must be for you to not have a tight constraint around your chest anymore. 

He can’t convince himself to bring his hands back down to his sides, his palms now fully resting on your back above your shoulder blades. You stand there, keeping a hand over the bra to keep yourself covered. 

“Are you feeling better?” He asks softly, feeling a little more bold as his fingertips begin to trail over your back, tracing over the length of your spine till your tailbone and coming back up right at the nape of your neck with a touch so slow and gentle. 

“Yeah…” you murmur, “thank you so much, Rafe,” 

Rafe can’t help the small smile that pulls his lips at your words. He leans down to press a soft kiss to your shoulder, letting his lips linger against your skin for a moment. “You’re welcome,” he mumbles softly into your skin, before pulling back. 

He clears his throat and reluctantly gets his hands off you, taking a step back towards the door. “I’ll uh, I’ll let you change yeah?” He says softly and watches you nod, but this time you don’t turn to look at him. He makes his way out of the washroom and steps out, closing the door behind him and resting his head back against the hardwood. 

He closes his eyes, letting out soft puffs of air through his exhales as his mind plays back the last few moments: his fingers on your skin, soaking up its velvety feel. 

He doesn’t know where he got the wave of confidence from which allowed him to touch you that beautifully, but somewhere, he’s glad he got it, because now, he absolutely can’t even think of anything else besides you, your supple skin, and how he might ultimately get to feel more than just your back under his hands. 

Well, this only makes him ecstatic about the impending sleepover. 

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[rafey-baby]

He looks like a sexy history nerd who’s trying to tutor reader because she decided it was a good idea to take some history courses in university but now, she’s failing her tests and coming to the conclusion that maybe history is actually just not for her.

However, she’s stubborn and wants to pass the class so she gets a tutor but it’s so difficult to concentrate on what he’s saying because she keeps getting distracted by the way his strawberry mouth moves around the words and—

“Do I have somethin’ on m’face?” he suddenly scolds her with a click of his tongue; brows raised and an amused smirk tugging at his mouth when she stutters out a response, face flushed.

“N— no. Sorry.”

“Need you to focus on this, yeah? It’s important. Or would you prefer a different type of a teachin’ method?”

And her eyes round out because why does the seemingly innocent question sound so filthy when he says it with that low drawl of his…

[moondustbaby]

Nerd Rafe Headcanons

nerd!Rafe x sorority girl!Reader

☾ You get paired up randomly in Bio 201 and he immediately thinks he’s doomed. Sorority girl? Lip gloss? Definitely going to ghost him. But then you pull out your laptop and go, “I already outlined the project—do you wanna split it 50/50 or brainstorm first?” and he literally blinks like a confused little owl.

☾ He gets so flustered when you compliment him. Like you’ll say, “God, you’re so smart,” and he’ll literally pause mid-sentence and adjust his glasses or pretend to reread something because he’s red from the neck up.

☾ The project requires you to meet often—study rooms, the library, sometimes coffee shops—and you start realizing how easy he is to talk to when it’s not about science. Like, he lights up when he talks about his goals. It’s sweet. He cares.

☾ You start teasing him lightly, just to get a reaction. “Genius boy,” “Captain Chemistry,” “Mr. Periodic Table.” Every time, his ears go bright red but he tries to act unfazed.

☾ One day you show up in leggings and an oversized crewneck, hair in a claw clip, iced coffee in hand, and he’s momentarily stunned. Like, he tries to talk and nothing comes out. You’re like, “You good?” And he just nods… way too fast.

☾ His handwriting is criminally perfect. You steal his notes sometimes just to reread the way he explains things, and once you found a scribble in the margin that said: “she smells so good today. focus.”

a/n: yaaay another little peek into nerd!rafe and sorority girl!reader I’m already so obsessed with them it’s not even funny. I can’t wait to keep building their dynamic and writing more for this au!! stay tuned for flustered lab sessions, soft tension, and all the academic crush chaos that comes with it

♥️ lani

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