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a/n- really sweet aftercare w/ rafe and shy!reader after their first time?
ᡣ𐭩 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: soft!rafe x shy!reader
ᡣ𐭩 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 0.9k
ᡣ𐭩 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none, really. sexual innuendos, soft!rafe, so lots of fluff! pet names (rafe calls reader baby).
"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.
