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.
rafe sat stiffly beside you, shoulders slightly hunched over his notes, pen tapping in an uneven rhythm against the page. he’d been stuck on the same sentence for the past ten minutes
not because it was hard
because you were sitting too close
your knee brushed his under the table every time you shifted, and every single time it happened, his brain just… stopped
completely
he cleared his throat quietly, adjusting his glasses (even though they didn’t actually need adjusting), trying to focus
“um— so this part,” he started, pointing at his page, voice a little too formal, “it’s basically just— like—”
he forgot what he was saying
you were looking at him
really looking
your head tilted slightly, doe eyes soft and attentive, like everything he said mattered
it made his stomach flip
“—i mean, it’s not that important,” he finished quickly, abandoning whatever point he was trying to make
you blinked, a small smile forming. “no, i wanna hear it.”
he shook his head a little too fast. “no, it’s— it’s fine, it’s dumb”
“rafe” you said softly
he stilled
you always did that
said his name like it meant something
“it’s not dumb,” you added
his ears went red
“it is,” he muttered, looking back down at his paper, even though the words were completely blurred now “i just— i forget what i’m saying when you—”
he stopped
too late
your smile softened. “when i what?”
he pressed his lips together, debating just… not answering
“…when you look at me like that,” he admitted finally, voice quieter than before
you blinked, surprised
“like what?”
he hesitated, then glanced at you quick, nervous
“like you actually… care”
your heart melted a little
“i do care,” you said gently
he swallowed
“yeah, i know, i just—” he let out a small, awkward breath, pushing his hair back. “i’m not used to it”
there was a small pause
you shifted slightly closer without thinking, your sleeve brushing his arm
he froze
completely
your fingers curled into your sleeve, a nervous habit, before slowly reaching out just a little until they brushed his hand
he looked down at it like it was something fragile
“can i—” he started, then stopped. “is it okay if i—?”
you nodded softly “yeah”
that was all he needed
he turned his hand, letting your fingers slip into his, holding them carefully like he was scared of doing it wrong
your heart fluttered
for a moment, neither of you spoke
just sat there, hands intertwined, the quiet of the library wrapping around you
then..
“i’ve been meaning to— um—” he started, then immediately winced. “okay, that sounded weird”
you let out a tiny laugh, warm and soft. “what?”
he shook his head, already embarrassed “nothing. forget it.”
“no, tell me”
he hesitated
then, very quietly..
“i’ve been wanting to kiss you”
your breath caught
his grip on your hand tightened slightly, like he was bracing himself
“but i didn’t wanna just— you know— do it without asking,” he added quickly. “and i wasn’t sure if—”
“rafe”
he stopped rambling instantly
you were closer now
he hadn’t even realised when that happened
your doe eyes met his, soft and a little shy, but steady
“you can” you whispered
he blinked.“i— can?”
you nodded
“yeah”
he froze for a second
processing
then he nodded quickly, like he was trying to convince himself. “okay okay— yeah”
he didn’t move right away
of course he didn’t
he took a breath first, like he was preparing for something serious, his free hand hovering awkwardly before finally, carefully, coming up to rest just under your chin
“is this— okay?” he asked again
you smiled softly “yes”
that helped
a little
he leaned in slowly really slowly giving you every chance to pull away
but you didn’t
your eyes fluttered shut instead
and when his lips finally met yours
it was soft
so soft
a little clumsy, a little unsure, like he was figuring it out as he went but gentle in a way that made your chest ache
you leaned into him instinctively, your hand tightening around his sleeve
that seemed to steady him
just enough
the kiss lasted a second longer this time
then another
before he pulled back quickly, like he’d just realised what he’d done
his face was bright red
“s-sorry was that—was that bad?” he asked immediately, looking around your face for any expression
you shook your head, smiling, cheeks warm “no, it was wonderful”
“okay—g-good” he let out a breath, laughing nervously “good”
there was a tiny pause
then, quieter..
“…can i try again?”
your smile softened
“yeah”
and this time..
he wasn’t quite as nervous
a/n : thought it would be better with nerd!rafe, so cutie !!
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
MASTERLIST
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.
Why do I feel like nerd rafe will be such a freak later on 😗😗 when he’s more skilled like he’s a kinky guy but obviously dom
YOUD BR 100% CORRECT. He is such a freak as soon as he gets comfortable.
And, even tho he’s a nerd, and he’s way more shy, it’s still rafe mf cameron. That crazy is still there!
He can be rough, gentle, or any pace you want. but, sometimes, depending on his mood, all he wants is to take his frustration out on you. he’ll bend you over the counter, pull your hair and fuck you like there’s no tomorrow.
but ofc, nerd!Rafe being nerd!rafe means you get the best aftercare ever.
He’s lwk a switch. He can do either.
for some of his kinks that he likes to do to you and loves having done to him,
he has a MAJOR praise kink (praise him and he’s literally creaming instantly. he also enjoys praising you like crazy.)
a degrading kink (he loves when you degrade him, but when he’s lost in it, he’ll definitely degrade you. normally after an argument. But he always makes sure you’re okay after).
Marking (he loves wearing your hickeys around proudly! And vice versa when he’s feeling extra possessive).
choking (he thinks u look pretty with his hands on your neck)
denial (he loves to watch you squirm around and beg for it. And he loves having to beg for you back LMFAOOO).
He also has a bit of a daddy kink. (blame it on WARD).
Breeding kink. Like an insane one. (He loves to think of filling u up with his babies and imagine a lil kid running around the house).
he likes a lil bit of pain. slap him around a bit :33
his favorite position is just a simple missionary (: ! he loves to watch your pretty face nd reactions
soft lighting, polished floors, racks of delicate clothes that looked like they’d been placed there perfectly on purpose everything felt warm and dreamy, like something out of a magazine
and you loved it
you walked beside rafe, your hand gently wrapped around his bicep, fingers curled into the fabric of his sleeve like it was the most natural thing in the world
you always did that
he never pulled away
your eyes moved from rack to rack, soft excitement lighting up your face, little smiles forming without you even realising. you’d lean in slightly to look closer, tugging him with you as you drifted through the store
“rafe, look—” you murmured, stopping at a display, your grip tightening just a little “this is so pretty…”
he glanced at it, then back at you
“yeah” he said “you like it?”
you nodded quickly, reaching out to touch the fabric, gentle and careful
you flipped the tag over
your smile faded just slightly
you let it fall back into place
“it’s nice” you said softly, already stepping away
he noticed
of course he did
but you were already pulling him along to the next rack, your hand still looped around his arm, like if you kept moving it wouldn’t matter
and for a while, it almost worked
you’d light up over something a top, a skirt, a soft little piece that caught your eye and every time, your fingers would brush it, your eyes soft and warm…
and then you’d check the price
and step away
again
and again
“you’re not getting anything” he said after a while, voice low, observant
you shook your head lightly “i just like looking”
“yeah?” he glanced down at you “then why do you keep checking the tags?”
your fingers tightened slightly on his sleeve
“i just— i don’t wanna spend heaps” you said quietly
he didn’t respond right away
just watched you
you didn’t notice
you were already moving again, pulling him gently along with you, your attention caught by something further ahead..
and then you stopped, completely..
your hand tightened on his arm without thinking
“rafe…”
he followed your gaze
a dress
soft, delicate baby pink and yellow dress, almost weightless-looking the kind that looked like it belonged to you the second you saw it
you stepped closer, still holding onto him, your other hand reaching out carefully, brushing over the fabric like it might disappear
“it’s so pretty,” you whispered, eyes wide, completely lit up now. “look at it… i love it.”
he didn’t look at the dress
he looked at you
the way your whole face softened, the way your voice went quiet and full of something real
“yeah” he said after a second “you do”
you smiled, small and soft, before flipping the tag over
and just like that..
it dropped
your expression fell, just a little
your hand stilled
“…oh.”
you let go of the dress
and without thinking, you stepped back closer into him again, your grip on his arm tightening slightly like it grounded you
“it’s okay” you said quickly, already shaking your head “i don’t need it”
that’s when he’d had enough
“stop”
you froze
looking up at him
“stop what?” you asked softly
“that” he said, nodding toward the dress “you do that every time”
your brows pulled together slightly “i just don’t wanna—”
“spend my money?” he cut in
you didn’t answer
he exhaled, running a hand through his hair, clearly trying not to get frustrated but it still slipped through a little
“you think i brought you here so you could walk around and not get anything?” he said
“i just feel bad—”
“don’t,” he said immediately
you blinked
“i don’t care” he went on, stepping a little closer, his voice lowering but staying firm “i’ll spend thousands on you. it’s not a problem”
your cheeks warmed, eyes dropping slightly “rafe…”
“no” he shook his head “if you like something, you get it. that’s it.”
you hesitated
“…it feels like too much”
his expression shifted slightly still rafe, still a little blunt but softer underneath it
his hand came up, gently pulling your sleeve away from where your fingers had twisted into it
“what’s too much” he said quieter “is you standing here acting like you don’t deserve it”
your breath caught
he glanced at the dress again
“you love that one, yeah?”
you nodded slowly
“…yea”
“then i’ll buy it for you”
you didn’t move
he sighed under his breath, almost fond, before reaching past you and grabbing the dress himself
“rafe—” you said softly, still holding onto his arm
“what?” he replied, already turning toward the counter. “you said you loved it”
you followed him instantly, staying close, your hand still wrapped around his bicep like you weren’t letting go now
“…thank you” you whispered
he glanced down at you for a second
“course baby” he muttered
but he didn’t pull away
if anything, he slowed his steps just enough so you stayed tucked right beside him
