all credits to @/rafescokewhore on tumblr!!
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
ᡣ𐭩 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: rafe cameron x thornton!reader
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ᡣ𐭩 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: mentions/descriptions of sex, mentions/descriptions or knife play, making out, cussing, alcohol drinking, PDA. let me know if i missed any!
ᡣ𐭩 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: x thornton!reader. during their weekly sleepover, sarah and reader are discussing new things they want to try in three bedroom. the boys come home home just in time and rafe hears what reader wants to try.
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,"