#nerd!rafe

Two nerds in love!! bunny!reader x nerdy!rafe intro °❀.ೃ࿔* +saying “i love you” for the first time during intimacy!!

Warnings!: smut; p in v, sub!rafe, praise, very fluffy :3, etc. banners aren’t mine!!

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Your relationship wasn’t completely odd, just…unexpected.

Bunny!reader is a bubbly girl, but a complete hidden nerd on the inside. we’re talking stacks of sci-fi/fantasy books lining her bright pink bedroom walls, funko pops of all her fav movie characters, anime debates on reddit. on the outside, you could’ve guessed her to be the stereotypical daddy’s money brat- all frills and freshly manicured nails. but really? she’s all niche podcasts and sparkly, bedazzled x-box controllers.

Nerd!rafe is exactly how he looks- glasses and a cheesy, shy smile. he’s bashful about his impressive comic collection, star wars dvds and extravagant lego sets.

bunny!reader isn’t exactly shy, she’s popular in every clique- partying, gossiping with the rich girls, geeking over new anime movies, nerding out over biology with the library kids.

nerd!rafe tends to stick to himself, just him, his three close friends, and his gorgeous little girlfriend that he still blushes around like he has a childish crush on her (he does).

You’re in his dorm as usual, white knee high socks and a tiny blue blouse. your little legs are kicking absentmindedly in the air as you read from your textbook. Rafe comes in from his study group session, placing his satchel over his chair neatly. you turn, giving him that familiar, sweet smile that makes him melt. you’ve been together for just under a year, yet, he’s still so shy with you. you’re his first girlfriend after all.

He closes the distance slowly, carefully as if approaching a spooked animal, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. “How was your study session lovey?” you ask softly, looking into his eyes with nothing other than gentleness.

He smiles shyly, muttering a small “good.”, his eyes darting to your lips. you don’t notice of course, you weren’t exactly the best at catching social cues.. He had barely seen you all day, palming himself in philosophy when he got a hard-on just at the thought of you in his bed, the realisation that he couldn’t leave class to be with you was suffocating. the expression on his face was priceless when he realised what was happening in his pants, snapping at his friend when he gave an amused look.

All that built up tension, and he finally had you to himself, in the privacy of his own dorm- but he still struggled with the fear of initiating any physical contact, despite your promises that you didn’t mind at all. he’s a total softie, submissive as fuck unless you beg for him to be rough, even then he’s still cautious of hurting you.

You were more used to affection than he was, sexual tension or anything intimate- but him? a total nun, but it only makes you love him more. the way his body reacts to every subtle touch you give him, how his breath hitches when you kiss him. it makes you giggle like a little girl whenever he turns a bright, beet red, pulling a pillow over his lap whenever your hands linger too long on his body.

He clears his throat, sitting up nervously. “How was your day?” as soon as he asks, you start rambling about your annoyingly dense physics professor, clique drama, etc. he tries to listen, he really does, but the way you’re completely oblivious to what he’s going through is killing him. his half hard cock pulsing in his pants, the shame still lingering as he recalls how flustered the simple thought of you had gotten him.

You stop talking, his brows furrow when he realises you had asked him a question- his mind was too elsewhere to have heard it. “Rafey are you even listening?” you whine, turning to lay on your side as you face him fully. the sight of your curvy, small body against his bed, the way your little skirt barely covers your ass due to the way you’re sat.. he’s like a damn dog in heat.

He nods, eyelids fluttering closed as he breathes out- trying to focus. you’re starting to catch the hint now, eyes flicking to his obvious hard on that he couldn’t hide. you giggle instantly, moving closer till you’re on your knees in front of him. “d’you want something lovey?” you practically purr, tone sweet and taunting. he can’t help the groan that catches in his throat.

You’re slightly above him as you stay on your knees- meaning his wide blue eyes flicker up your body, eyes landing on you, looking up- nothing if not yearning, silent and hopeful. he hesitates, before shaking his head, trying to brush it off. “I- im fine bunny, just finish your work.” he mutters, not able to hold your gaze.

You place your hand on his jaw, lifting it up so he’s looking back at you. you can’t help but smile at the way his cheeks flush, glasses slightly askew. “you can tell me if you want something.” you mumble in a happy giggle. his jaw clenches, hand coming over his crotch with a cruel slowness, in hope that you wouldn’t notice his fully hard boner. (you did)

Sex wasn’t completely rare for the two of you. but you both had nerdy interests. the two to you spent most nights building lego, watching youtube minecraft videos till you fall asleep. but now? both of your needs had joined in almost a sync, his cosy, perfectly organised dorm turning into a warm, intimate setting in mere moments. the change of atmosphere didn’t help the already strong desires swirling through his mind.

Slowly, your hand trails onto his fly, unzipping it just to test for a reaction. his hardness is firm and twitching beneath you. “You know i’ll make you feel good if you just ask.” you mumble softly, tone very matter of fact, as if it was the easiest thing in the world to do. Rafe already struggled with mustering up the courage to hold your hand in public, let alone ask for intimacy.

He hums an intoxicated reply, eyes flicking away from you briefly before they come back up- wide and needy. you give a little laugh, hands coming up to his neck as you lean in with teasing closeness. “Just ask for it baby, use your words.” you whisper, he hums again, hanging onto your every word.

He clears his throat again, fixing his glasses, tongue darting out to wet his lips before speaking. “I- i want you.” the words are a stuttering mess- the timid tone so contradictory on his deep, manly voice. you give him a small kiss on his cheek, as if already apologising beforehand. you were gonna make him spell out exactly what he wanted, torture him till you gave him every desire and more.

“I know baby, but what else?” you answer, trying to hide the lingering tone of teasing that you can’t control. you scooch forward slightly, landing in his lap, legs straddled around him. he breathes hard out his nose, tongue pressing into his cheek but he’s completely wrecked with anticipation.

“I want you to-“ he starts, but you kiss his neck with mocking slowness, just to hear his breath hitch. you hum, a sign for him to continue. “I- i want you to make me feel good.” he finally finishes, letting out a shaky breath as he finally manages to communicate.

You stop with the kisses as soon as he speaks- lifting your head up to meet his eyes. you give him a smile that is nothing short of praise, sweet and satisfied. “Alright.”

The bed creaks as you sink down on top of him- stifling a sweet, breathy moan. but he has less self-control, cheeks burning with embarrassment as he groans deeply. “Oh bunny-“ he whimpers, looking up at your tiny body above him that’s getting used to his undeniably large length.

“I know sweet boy.” you mumble, hands bracing yourself on his chest as you take another inch with carefulness.

It doesn’t take long before you’re grinding back and forth- his hands finally finding you waist as he helps lift you up and down against his gurthy, veiny cock that’s practically swimming in his own pre-cum and your sweet, slippery juices.

He groans again, moans falling from your parted lips. “s’this okay?” he mumbles, eyes never straying from your face as he watches every little reaction you make. he’s searching for pain, fear or overstimulation anywhere on your flushed face. even completely wrecked beneath you, he’s still checking that you’re alright.

You nod quickly, “yesyesyesyes.” you whine, making him smile a little, feeling some sense of pride at the sounds that his shaft are causing you to make. you’re wearing your white, knee high socks, blouse still tight on your perky chest. your skirt and panties are quite obviously discarded, though perfectly folded on the bedside cabinet. the act of discarding clothes had been rushed, but it was unlike Rafe to not be thorough.

“Take my shirt off baby.” you plead with a whimper, hips bucking when his thrusts from beneath you hit the perfect gummy spot inside of you. “y’sure-?” you cut him off before he can finish, nodding profusely. “Yes Rafey.”

He starts at top, most buttons were already undone, your titties already practically popping out. he finally gets it undone, letting you shrug it off till it falls behind you. he groans again at the sight of you, completely bare beside those pretty little socks.

He almost finishes right there and then, but he forces himself to hold on longer, seeing just how much you’re enjoying his length like the needy little angel you are. “A-am i doing good sweetheart?” he asks, he wasn’t looking for praise, but he was genuinely just concerned- always ready to put your pleasure before his. you nod, tipping your head back as you near an orgasm. “sososososo good my boy.” you whine, body snapping forward to kiss him.

The kiss is sloppy, he grunts into it, hips grinding against you whilst you take a momentary break. one hand comes from your waist, cupping your cheek with such gentlemanly softness it makes you whine sweetly. when you pull away from the kiss to catch your breath- his gaze lacks darkness. his expression is pure yearning, eyes wide with pleasure. you start to move your hips again, every sound is slippy and sharp.

He groans deeply suddenly, not cumming yet, but so so close. it’s when you take his full length, a shock of pleasure shooting through him that he didn’t even know was humanly possible. “Oh-“ his head tilts back- your legs shake around him. he groans, deep, high on pleasure. “I love you.” he exclaims, his voice is shaky, desperate and whiny. his eyes are flickering back, mouth open.

You freeze, eyes widening and breath hitching. he tenses instantly, eyes snapping open as he realises what he’s just said. You’d always ended texts with little ‘love you’s’, he sent hearts and kisses- but never this, not so raw, not so intimate and real.

“I-“ but he’s completely speechless, hips slowly stopping beneath you, hands freezing on your waist and cheek. your eyebrows furrow; gaze softening.

“I love you.” you reply without a second thought, the whole world coming to a pause. the horrible feeling of dread that had formed in his stomach, vanished just as quickly as it had appeared. he smiles, a real smile. authentic and so relieved.

He pulls you into a kiss, the two of you laughing softly at the whole exchange.

Your hips start moving just as quick as before, the two of you cumming in unison and collapsing into a sweaty, sweet mess of love and limbs.

Later, the two of you are cuddled in matching spider-man pjs, 1996 star trek appearing on his laptop. you’re lay on his chest, caressing his cheek softly and tangling your legs with him. he’s half asleep, cradling you with an extraordinary gentleness. this whole night is a high he’ll crave again and again, probably in philosophy.

Bunny!reader *distracting* nerd!rafe whilst he tries to tutor her…ღ⊹⋰∵

Warnings: submissive rafe, teasing, fluff!! kissing.

amazing themed dividers from @vrtualseraph !! and @tsumiinum !!

You’re in Rafe’s dorm, sprawled on his bed in a tiny little skirt, all giggles and smiles. he’s beside you, sat uniformly with a notebook in his lap, rubbing his temples as you laugh over something silly for the 100th time today.

“Bunny, y’gotta focus.” he says softly, he was serious about studying, but you? a giggling mess, doodling over pages that were supposed to be full of equations.

Your giggles fade out, cheeks flushed pink, your sweet little smile still lingers- but you clear your throat, sitting up to try be serious. “Okay, im ready.” you say sweetly, crossing your legs childishly.

He smirks, nodding before lifting his notebook back up. "So- linear transformations, the eigenvalues, that’s this here, tell us which vectors are scaled, n- not rotated-“ he starts, diving back into the work with ease. he catches your expression, scarlet lips parted and eyes widening in confusion. He knew he got carried away with this type of thing, but your pretty little face was the perfect expression of ditzy.

He opens his mouth to speak, pushing up his glasses before stopping, smiling patiently. "Think of it like this bunny, if you want to find the exact middle of two numbers, you just add them up and split them in half."

He dumbs it down perfectly for you, but you’re still fidgeting with your sparkly rainbow pen, trying to sit still but something fidgety and uncontrollable won’t let you listen intently for longer than a minute.

He drones on, obviously passionate about the subject, but your mind drifts elsewhere. slowly, gently as to not knock his perfectly lined stationary, (ocd king), you crawl closer to him. you can’t contain the teasing, playful smile that plays on your lips- putting a hand on the notebook and pushing it down slowly so you can see his face.

He looks confused for a moment, then flustered. your back is arched, mid crawl, that stupid little skirt riding up. you’re looking up at him with innocent eyes, the type of expression that you don’t have a clue what does to him.

“Bunny-“ he mumbles, not able to hold your gaze. your brows furrow, smile widening at his bashfulness. “ ‘m listening.” you say teasingly, quite obviously not listening. he tilts his head, giving you a look, but you double down, sitting on your knees before him. “promise!” you whine sweetly, and that tone, god that tone, he can’t deny it.

He gives you one last look before looking back down at his notebook. “so, i-i did this one for you, so you’re gonna have to have a go at this one for me.” he looks up, pointing at the equation, you barely give it a second glance before nodding innocently. you barely move, but you place a hand in his crotch ‘accidentally’, to lean closer to look at the work. he grunts- breathing in sharply. “Bunny-“ he mutters, looking up at you in panicked surprise.

You hide your smile instantly, putting on your best innocent act. “What baby?” you say, taking the notebook from his hands, pulling back like you didn’t just give him a hard on with one touch.

He recollects himself quickly, fixing his glasses and sitting up. you sit criss-cross, pretending to read the work- but you can’t help the little glances, his flustered expression, the way he pulls a pillow over his lap..

He clears his throat, adams apple bobbing. you let out a little, bratty sigh, tossing the notebook between you. “can you explain that one again please?” you ask softly, voice small and fed-up with this already.

He nods instantly, happy for a distraction from whatever was happening below his pants. he starts to explain it again, ever so patient with you, barely noticing when you slip off the bed. he grunts, stopping halfway through a sentence when he feels your lips against his neck behind him.

He turns his head, only to be met with that familiar, childish smile- despite his urge to finish studying, he loved it when you looked like a little kid getting caught doing something bad. your bottom lip catches in your teeth, you pause, waiting for a reaction. “the test is worth half your grade bunny, y-y’gotta focus.”

you give him a pout, clinging to him from behind like a little monkey, resting your chin on his broad shoulder. you whine like the little bunny you are, hoping to change his mind. Rafe was lenient, not bossy unless it meant something, but now, the competition was between either studying, or the need quite obviously pulsing below the pillow covering his crotch.

he sighs, but you give him your little sparkly eyes, all doe and needing. “i don’t care about the test!” you whimper, he can’t ever say no to you, and you knew it. you plant another kiss on his neck just to test for an answer.

Rafe closes his eyes briefly, letting you kiss him, his head tips back ever so slightly, leaning against your shoulder behind him. you let out a little, content noise at his silent response. you move from behind him, arms snaking around him till your hands clasp around his neck, legs straddling around his.

You land on the pillow covering his crotch, you giggle softly before pulling it out from beneath you- you land on the hardness of his lap, sending another groan through his throat.

“bunny-“ his deep, hushed voice trails off, leaning his head against the crook of your neck. you hold him, hand intertwining with the perfectly combed strands of his hair. you giggle again, kissing his cheek like a gentle apology. “y’gotta behave yourself.” he mumbles into you, a simple hum escapes your lips, not a promise, just acknowledgement.

He lifts his head, taking your lips in a hesitant, shy kiss that makes you smile. you slip your tongue into his mouth, his grip on your waist tightening. you can feel the warmth of his cheeks, his slender fingers possessive on your waist. the notebooks lay forgotten, just passion and softness filling the room now. you rock you hips slowly, it could’ve just been simple readjusting, but he knows your games.

Pairing: Nerd!Rafe x Needy!Reader (i didn’t make him subby bc i still wanted him to be the big meanie we love)

Warnings: A bit non-con, choking mentioned (not reader & rafe)

Word Count: 1.4k

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You’d finally gotten a day off from work, after weeks of packed schedules and poor sleep. To relax, you planned a lazy day of lounging around, running a few errands, and spending time with your boyfriend. 

Except, this morning, you woke up in an empty, cold bed. It wasn’t unusual, but it did catch you off guard, considering he always wrapped you up in his arms, bear-hugging you through the night. You didn’t give it too much thought, turning over and going back to sleep for another few hours. 

You’d grown used to him taking on more work than he could handle. Rafe excused his workaholism as being a perfectionist who’d get a promotion. Despite your reminders that his boss is a penny-pinching bastard.

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By the time you arose, forcing yourself to get out of bed, you walk down the hall to the spare bedroom-turned-office, to find Rafe consumed by the pixels of his computer screen. He’s swamped with work, though you don’t know which part exactly. You usually just nod when Rafe talks about it. Not because you don’t care, but because you don’t know anything about computer science.

You stand there quietly, watching his fingers fly across the keyboard and the pen scribbling messily before being dropped again in favor of the mouse. He didn’t even acknowledge you. He hadn’t spoken to you at all today, in fact, which was unlike him. But instead of starting the conversation, you decide to leave him be, willing him to finish quickly.

You return to the master bedroom, opening up twitter. It wasn’t your fault the video popped up. You didn’t watch porn often. Not when you have Rafe. But this one, it messed with your head. 

The way the guy gripped his girlfriend’s hips. Her eyes rolling back. Hickies down his neck. Hand wrapping around her throat as he got faster.

His glasses and her hair and the way their bodies fit together, like they were designed for each other.

You needed Rafe.

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You enter the office once more, where Rafe sits at a small desk, typing almost frantically. His eyebrows are furrowed, glasses resting lazily on the bridge of his nose. Your eyes trail down to his clenched jaw and the frown on his lips. He’s focused. So focused it’s hot. You know you shouldn’t, but you decide to poke the bear. 

Walking up behind him, you place a hand on his shoulder.

“You’ve been working all day.” You murmur after a moment of quiet observation. He looks up at you, irritation clear as day, holding himself back from snapping.

“I’ll be finished soon.” His voice held a sharper undertone, but his eyes seem to soften amidst the storm brewing below the surface.

“Mm, let me help you…” you purr, taking a seat on one of his thighs. Facing him, you wrap your arms around his neck, admiring all of his features with a longing. He glances at you for a moment, silently. Then he scoffs, focusing his attention back on the computer.

You sigh, feeling deflated by his rejection. Usually he was putty in your pretty little hands.

A few more agonizing minutes go by before you begin slowly rocking your hips back and forth against his leg. He looks back over at you, the annoyance evident on his face as he rolls his eyes. Ignoring his clear disinterest, you pick up the pace, becoming a bit rougher, yet he still refuses to give you the pleasure of a reaction. 

You whimper, forehead dropping against his shoulder as your soaked cunt ruts against his leg, “Raaafe” you breathe, picking your head up to check for a reaction. To your dismay, the attempts at seducing him keep falling flat, leaving you frustrated.

His lack of attention dims the flame that burns in your lower belly. Slowing down, you realize it’s time to leave him be. You even start to feel a bit bad, the longer you think about it.

He’s trying to work, clearly stressed, but here you are getting off on him.

As you finally stop, settling back on his leg, you look at him, waiting for his eyes to meet yours. They do for a moment, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. He leans back, pushing his glasses back up and running a hand over his hair. You watch his bicep flex, only slightly with his action.

He licks his bottom lip, “Get outta here.” he finally says, regretting it not even a second later.

As you stand up to leave, his hands land on each of your hips with an iron grip, slamming you back down onto his thigh. You let out a yelp, feeling your pussy grinding into his tense muscle. You keep your mouth closed, trying not to moan too loud, but god, you wanted to.

That’s when he finally looks at you. “This what you wanted, baby?” He asks gruffly, now sporting a small smirk.

You whine in response, too lost in the sensation of your clit against his denim-clad thigh. He continues to roughly rub your soaking pussy back and forth across his leg, making your body tingle with arousal. His fingers sink further into the flesh of your hips, hard enough to leave bruises in their wake. Rafe uses his strength to keep you snugly, tightly against him. Your moans grow louder as the feeling of pure, unbridled bliss slowly consumes your entire being. 

The fuzzy sensation coursing through your body feels overwhelming, inching you closer to the brink of explosion with Rafe’s every impatient drag.

Your clit is starting to ache as you pick up the speed again, trying to fuck Rafe’s thigh as hard as possible, desperate for that otherworldly feeling of friction. Your panties are soaked, maybe the crotch of your leggings too.

Your breath hitches, “Mm, Rafe...” With your arms around his neck, letting your head rest on his broad shoulder, you’re riding his thigh at a harsher pace. You whine again, feeling the knot in your stomach growing painfully tighter.

“You gonna cum, pretty girl?” He taunts you, reveling in the sight of you falling apart because of him.

“Yes,” you breathe, getting closer.

“Yea? How close, angel?” he asks, mocking you.

Your mouth falls open, choking on a gasp as you cry out, “Raaafe!!” once more. He lets out a low hum, placing a kiss to your neck when your head falls back, enjoying the scene of his girl getting closer.

“Fuck!” you yell, feeling yourself on the brink of release. Rafe brings his face closer, his lips grazing yours.

“Look at me, baby. I want you to look at me.” he speaks in an octave lower than his baseline. That alone was enough to make your legs shake. 

Your whining grows louder, words getting caught in the back of your throat as your pace grows urgent and needy.  Rafe brings one of his hands from your hip to your hair, letting the roots wrap around his long fingers, pulling you back with a brute force you aren’t used to.

His eyes flicker from your face to your restless movements. “You’re so perfect. So good.” he purrs.

“Oh, Rafe!” you wrap your arms tighter around his shoulders, feeling a hot ecstasy flood your body, overcoming you with absolute euphoria. Rafe keeps one hand squeezing your hip, helping it roll sloppily against his body. He bites your shoulder to muffle a soft groan as he watches you ride out your high. 

You clench around nothing, walls aching and pulsating with your orgasm, “Oh my god.” you choke.

“That’s it, baby.” he murmurs, watching you fully fall apart on his lap. Rafe smiles, “Good girl.” he praises, letting go of your hair and allowing his fingers to run through it.

As you catch your breath, he leans in and kisses your forehead. Your eyes meet when he pulls away, giving you the chance to take in his expression. His annoyance is still festering, but he’s visibly less tense than before.

“Now, go. I have to work.” He nudges you off his lap, forcing you to stand on trembling legs. You want to protest, but knew it would be pointless. 

Besides, he let you fuck his leg, you got what you wanted. The knowledge that even when he’s mad, Rafe still pleases you, settles something warm in your chest.

And with that, you leave the office, walking down the hall and taking a left into the bathroom for a shower, secretly hoping he’ll join you in there too.

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nerd!rafe x kinky!reader

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ּ֯ . ❥ ּ֯ ┆꒰ yandere!nerd!rafe x fem!reader .ᐟ ꒱

everyone thinks nerd!rafe is the clingy one.

quiet. awkward. follows you around. always waiting outside your classes with your favorite drink already in his hand. he blushes when you touch him. lets people joke about him being “whipped.”

he never corrects them.

because the truth is way worse.

once you’re together, you realize rafe likes dependency, but not his. yours.

he likes:

when you stop making decisions without him

when you call him first every time something goes wrong

when your friends start fading because “they stress you out”

when you start checking his reactions before saying things

he’s not loud or aggressive about it either. that’s what makes it creepy.

he’ll adjust your jacket around your shoulders and softly say: “you’d be happier if you just let me take care of everything.”

and eventually… he’s right