Rough Day

really sweet aftercare w/ rafe and shy!reader after their first time?

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ thank you so much for sending this request in, i enjoyed writing it and i apologize that it’s not very long! i normally don’t write shy!readers simply because i, myself, am shy so it heals my inner shyness when i write confident reader (lol), so i really hope i did this justice!! please let me know what you think <𝟑

pairing — soft!rafe x shy!reader

word count — 0.9k

warnings — none, really. sexual innuendos, soft!rafe, so lots of fluff! pet names (rafe calls reader baby).

i do not consent to any of my work being copied!

"you did so well for me baby," rafe strokes your face, looking at you proudly. it was the first time you and rafe had sex, and honestly, it was amazing. he was so sweet and reassuring the whole time.

your face burns with embarrassment, undoubtedly turning red, "it hurts, rafe," you pout, your arms instinctively coming up and laying across your breasts, hiding them. 

"i know, baby. i'll run you a bath. it'll feel better soon, i promise," his hands travel down your neck and dance across your collarbones. he leans in, pressing a soft and gentle kiss to your cheek. his hand trails lower, your skin forming goosebumps. you shiver when his touch reaches your chest, just above your covered breasts.

"don't hide from me," he whispers in your ear, your skin burning. this might've been your first time with rafe, but your body was always so reactive to him. even when he's hold your hand in his, you always migrated closer and closer to his body.

his fingers wrap softly around your wrist, guiding your arms away from your breasts, uncovering them. goosebumps run over your skin, your skin heating up again at the interaction. his eyes glimmer as your breasts come into view, your nipples taut.

"see? look at how pretty my baby is," rafe smirks, leaning down, licking and kissing the skin at the top of your breast. your hands fly up to your face, covering up how red you were. you loved his praise and compliments, but you hardly knew how to respond to them, so you'd always shy away.

"would you stop covering yourself?" rafe groans, sitting up beside you and peeling your hands away from your reddened face.

"stop, rafe," you whine jokingly, pulling away from him, but he just follows, his hands still attached to your wrists. "don't ever hide from me. you're beautiful," his blue eyes bore into yours with love and contentment.

you nod, your cheeks still flushed, as rafe ushers you to sit up. "c'mon baby, let's go run you a bath," he says quietly, standing up off the bed and shimmying his boxers up. he reaches out his hand to help you up. rafe gently pulling you off the bed, you immediately feel the need to cover up again. you were more exposed now, the cold air hitting you in places that made you quiver.

"shirt," you mumble to rafe. he looks at you confused for a moment, "what?" he asks.

"shirt," you repeat, pointing to rafes discarded garment on the floor. he bends down, grabbing the shirt and opening the bottom of the shirt to help you in. he places it over your head, your arms filling the sleeves. you sighed, thankful rafe didn't question your need to put his shirt on despite taking it off in the next five minutes anyways.

once his shirt was on, covering you loosely and fit like a dress, he holds his arm out for you to grab on. slowly, he helps you walk your sore body to his en suite bathroom.

switching the light on, your feet are welcomed by the cold tile. the bath is to your left, vanity to the right, and it does not at all look like a guys bathroom. it was clean, towels folded neatly, spotless, there was even soap besides the two sinks.

"here, sit here while i get the water warm," rafe guides you to the toilet, where you take seat while he tends to the bath, turning the water on and messing around with the knob.

he turns around and grabs a fluffy towel out from under the sink, placing it on the counter. walking over to you, his hands meet your hips and he has you stand up, walking you to the bath. it was still filling up with water but it looks so inviting and warm.

"let's take this off," he tugs at his shirt. you nod, lifting your arms up and allowing him to easily pull it off. he tossed the shirt onto the counter, admiring your body standing in front of him. as soon as you took notice of his gaze, your arms covered your breasts and your face heated up.

"i love you," he says assuringly, smiling. your eyes followed up his body, grinning softly when your eyes met his. “i love you, rafe,” your voice soft. he leans in and pecks your lips before helping you into the tub. your feet plunged into the hot water and relaxed your body instantly as you anticipated the rest of your tense body being met with the warm water.

you leaned back against the padded back of the tub, the water coming up over your shoulders, enveloping you. rafe turns the water off and you sigh contently as the only sound in the room is the pattering and splashing of the water around you. within minutes, your throbbing and aching vaginal region, had began to subside, your body relaxing more and more as each minute passed. at some point, rafe began washing you gently with a washcloth, trying whatever he needed to make you feel more relaxed.

rafe continued to take care of you the rest of the night, helping you dry off, get into some jammie’s and covered you up snugly in his bed as he put a movie on the tv for the both of you to watch. you fell asleep, nuzzled up to rafe and anticipating your next time with him.

the urge is so very strong

"it's unhealthy to read fanfiction"

well i'm doing my 20 minutes of daily reading so...

A hug from him would fix me rn

♡⊹.* vanilla — rafe cameron

masterlist

pairing — rafe cameron x thornton!reader

word count — 1.6k

warnings — mentions/descriptions of sex, mentions/descriptions or knife play, making out, cussing, alcohol drinking, PDA. let me know if i missed any!

summary — based on this ask! @a-j-stuffs

a/n — i had sooo much fun with this. i love writing rafe x thornton!reader 🤩 ALSO- i have not yet started working on interrupted part 3 and i apologize! i will likely begin writing it tonight but i’m not entirely sure if it will be up by tomorrow or not! ♡ love you all ♡

listen, i love topper but something inside me tells me he’s very vanilla at sex… so that’s what inspired the name and the whole topic of bedroom choices lmaoooo

tonight was your weekly slumber party with sarah. you always looked forward to these nights with her where you'd order food, binge on snacks and good movies and shows, and overall have so much fun with your best friend since grade school.

you were also grateful for these nights because they stood as a reminder that sarah stayed by your side despite you dating her brother. you had naturally assumed she would be the least thrilled with you dating rafe. but that doesn't mean there wasn't anyone who wasn't happy about it. your big brother, topper wasn’t too pleased especially when he walked in to the hallway bathroom of your family home and found you sitting on the counter, rafe between your legs, the two of you making out aggressively.

“yo- what the fuck?!” topper turns away, red solo cup in his hand. you and rafe separate your mouths with an embarrassing pop, looking shamefully at your brother. your messed up hair and red, swollen lips only made your brother angrier.

“guess the cat’s outta the bag,” rafe smirks, shameless as usual. you glare at him before hopping off the counter and attempting to explain everything to your brother. he wasn’t happy initially, especially because he had to see the two of you sucking face. but he eventually came around to the idea of his best friend and little sister dating.

topper had driven you to sarah’s since him, kelce, and rafe were going out for drinks, most likely. the boys had left by now which left you and sarah to your girl things. currently watching the vampire diaries. you and sarah had watched that show countless times, but it was always the best girls night tv show.

“ugh, i need me a vampire boyfriend,” sarah groans, throwing a couple pieces of popcorn into her mouth. you giggle, digging out your own handful.

“like, look at how good he is,” sarah drawls, staring at a damon and elena “sex” scene. “i just need topper to be a bit more adventurous in the bedroom,” she says quietly. you turn to look at her, attempting to hide your smile but failing miserably. she notices your failure attempt, looking at you like you grew another head. at the point, you’re giggling even harder at the way she’s looking at you.

“i need to vent about my lame sex life,” she gives you a pleading look. she sets the popcorn bowl down beside her, situating herself under the warm blanket, so she’s now facing you. you wipe the tears at the corners of your eyes and sit criss cross in front of her, allowing her your full attention.

“topper is good, don’t get me wrong, but he’s so vanilla. he’s so soft and gentle and rarely tries anything new. like, i need him to handcuff me, fuck me on a lawn mower at this point, or something OTHER than the bed. that’s how desperate i am for something more rough, passionate,” she huffs and you more than here the last part and burst into fits of laughter. you feel bad laughing at her expense but poor girl would take a lawn mower over a bed at this point.

“it’s not funny!” she laughs, shoving you playfully.

“i’m sorry,” you barely manage between laughing, holding your hand up in defense as your face grows more and more red from lack of oxygen. sarah sits there, fake pouting, but your laughter is so contagious, she’s trying not to laugh along with you.

“leave me alone,” she grumbles through a grin, crossing her arms. at this point, you’re finally calming down, no longer laughing hysterically. you sit back up straight and wipe more stray tears, letting out another small giggle, before doing your best to listen to what else sarah had to say.

“what about you? is your sex life as lame as mine?” sarah quips, taking a vicious bite of her twizzlers.

“well rafe is most definitely not vanilla. he’s pretty good at fulfilling my wishes in the bedroom. he’s not one to shy away from anything- “ you begin but stop when you realize the horrified expression on sarah’s beat red face.

“what?” you ask anxiously.

“i just realized we’re talking about our sex lives… with each others brothers,” she says, traumatized. this erupts more giggles from you, sharing the laughter with sarah.

“whatever, just- continue. i will try and picture you and someone who isn’t… my brother,” she shivers and you snort. you hadn’t given it much thought, sometimes you forget that sarah is actually dating your brother. you know she’s dating topper, but sometimes you fail to realize it’s your brother she’s talking about.

“i guess one thing i’d be into trying is knife play…” you say shyly, completely embarrassed at the sound of yourself being slutted out with a knife involved. sarah’s jaw drops, staring you in complete shock. but she’s also a bit perplexed, trying to see how that dynamic would work out.

suddenly, there’s a cough, or more of a choke, come from the kitchen area. you and sarah perk up, looking over in the direction of the kitchen. the two of you look at each other terrified before looking back to the kitchen.

rafe, topper, and kelce emerge from the kitchen, each of them has a completely different expression on their face. rafe looks at you completely astonished, tipper is looking at horrific-ly, and kelce is absolutely entertained by this and their reactions.

“oh God… were you guys there the whole time?” you ask anxiously, appalled if rafe and topper heard you say what you did. you’re practically shrinking in your seat.

“well, we came back because kelce forgot his ID…” rafe trails, using his thumb to motion kelce. kelce shyly hold up his ID with an embarrassed grin on his face.

“h-how much did you hear?” you look at sarah anxiously, wiping your sweaty palms onto your leggings.

“we heard enough,” rafes eyes narrow on you as he walks closer and closer to you, one thing on his mind and it’s fucking you while dragging a knife across your toned belly. *insert rafe’s “shiiitt,”*

the imagery flashes across rafes mind as he stalks closer to you. how tight you’d feel wrapped around him, him dragging the cool, sharp tip of the blade down over your breasts. your nipples harden at the cool touch, bringing them to rafes attention. he diverts the tip, gliding it across your perked nipples. your back arches off the bed, the feeling of rafe sliding his cock in and out whilst dragging the knife down your belly. the sensations enough to send you over the edge, closer and closer to your orgasm.

with that image playing in mind, rafe plans on making exactly that happen. whatever you wanted, he would happily oblige. topper on the other hand is still overwhelmed by what he heard earlier. all he sees is his baby sister, the one who used to crawl into his bed at night after a nightmare. the one who used to cry and sob and kick if he wouldn’t read her a bed time story. you’d rarely let your mom and dad read you your bedtime story. it had to be topper, your big brother, your hero growing up.

“i’m so disgusted right now,” topper shakes his head, turning around and excusing himself for a moment back into the kitchen. he comes back in a moment later, cracking open a cold beer, his face proving “i need this,”

“so, knife play, huh?” rafe smirks, his hands finding your hips and swaying you a bit. your cheeks turn a bright shade of pink, burying your face in your hands.

“you’re so sexy when you get shy in front of me,” rafe’s smirk grows as he leans in close, his breath fanning over your face causing you to shiver in his hold. you bite your lip, instinctively leaning closer to your boyfriend, your entire body heating up at the idea of him using a knife against your body.

rafe’s thumb and forefinger rest gently on your chin, gripping you slightly and forcing you to look up at him. his eyes were bright, slightly squinted as he smiled devilishly at you. he leans in further, closing the gap between the two of you, claiming your mouth with his. sarah smiles and admires the fact that her best friend is in love - even if it’s with her bother.

rafe’s tongue prances your bottom lip momentarily, your mouth parting against his and allowing him to slip his tongue in, wrapping it and rubbing all around your own tongue. his one hand still gripping your chin, the other hand on your cheek, he shamelessly claims you in front of his friends and sister.

“woah, chill, chill!” topper groans. rafe pulls away from you, smiling mockingly at your big brother. you shake your head, wiping your mouth.

“you guys are making my ptsd flare up from the night i first found out you two were hooking up,” topper closes his eyes, remembering the night referred to earlier. he shudders, shaking his head in attempt to lose the thought.

“i did not need to see you shoving your tongue down my baby sisters throat,” topper whines, covering his mouth as he gags. sarah and topper laugh at his reaction. topper’s body shudders again, poor dude is clearly desperately trying to rid the thoughts of his sister and best friend. he takes another large swig of his beer, relishing in the feeling of the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream.

rafe turns his head to topper, the most shit-eating grin on his face, “you think that’s obscene? you should see what i do to her behind closed doors,”

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