#Fratboy collection

[holylulusworld]

Fratboys forever? masterlist

Summary: You are only his roommate’s best friend. Or so you thought.

Pairing: Fratboy!Bucky Barnes x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, Steve is kinda an asshole in this, enemies to friends to lovers, fluff, miscommunication, low self-esteem, Bucky is a horny dog, love-struck Bucky, more to be added

Frat boys forever? (1)

His girl forever (2)

You and I forever (3)

Fratboy and his cupcake

Find more Fratboy stories here: Fratboy collection

[nottsangel]

the red means i love you — r.c.

pairing: dark!rafe cameron x dark!reader

warnings: 18+ smut, murder, vaginal sex, extreme violence, stabbing, blood, knifeplay (carving), bloodplay, possessive and obsessive behaviour (reader and rafe), fingering, hair pulling, slight spanking, toxic relationship, reader and rafe are both fucked in the head

word count: 5k

summary: in a relationship fueled by hidden obsession and jealousy, you and your boyfriend are more alike than you initially thought.

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You hummed along to the song blasting from your speakers, stretched out on your stomach while absentmindedly scrolling through TikTok, your long nails tapping against the screen. With your boyfriend away on their annual family vacation, you were left restless and bored. Since you started dating him a year ago, you've spent practically every moment together, causing your hobbies and personal interests to gradually fade, along with your sense of individuality. He was the centre of your world, everything in your life revolved around him— you were willing to go to any lengths for him, and you knew he would do the same for you. What you both didn’t know, was how far you would be willing to go for each other.

Yawning while watching the nth slime scoopability video on your TikTok for you page, a notification popped up on your phone— rafe_cameron posted a new picture! You instantly tapped on it, having notifications turned on for a reason only to find a photo of your boyfriend on a yacht, clad in nothing but his blue swimsuit. Fuck. His defined abs, the tight shorts showing his bulge through the fabric, his hair messy and slightly wet— you instantly felt an ache between your legs, prompting you to rub your thighs together.

Though it had only been a few days since you had last seen him, his absence weighed heavy and the picture didn’t help. You found yourself analysing every single detail of the picture, but your focus kept going back to his bulge as you could practically feel his cock filling you up so perfectly like he does every night again, except for tonight. You were desperately craving his touch, and just as you were about to reach your hand into your shorts to relieve the achy feeling, your mood was ruined when you checked the comment section.

oliviaprentiss4: looking good Cameron! 😍

Bang. You threw your phone aggressively at the wall while letting out a piercing scream as your breaths grew shallow and fast, anger coursing through your veins. Fucking bitch. Of course it’s Olivia, who goes after your man every chance she gets. Despite Rafe's constant assurances that she's just a friend and nothing more, as a girl yourself, you can't help but notice the subtle flirtations — the way she twirls her blonde locks while gazing up at him with fuck-me eyes whenever they talk. You're not stupid.

You fixed your gaze intently on the wall, attempting to collect your thoughts and calm your breathing as a plan dawned upon you. Swiftly grabbing the lip gloss from the bedside table next to you, you hastily reapplied it before gathering your phone from the ground and switching to the camera app. You raised your phone in the air, pushing your tits up and pulling your top down just a tad bit, leaving nearly nothing to the imagination as you snapped a few pictures while switching poses.

Brandon is gonna fucking love these, you thought to yourself while scrolling through your camera roll, referring to a fratboy you met at a party before you started dating Rafe. You hooked up with him once, seeing him as nothing more than just a one-night stand, but he became obsessed with you after that— replying to your Instagram stories daily and asking you to hang out at least once a week. You knew he would comment if you posted a few sexy pics, and you were right.

brandontheman: cute top, but im more interested in whats under it ;)

You bit your lip as an amused but sinister smile spread across your face, knowing it would infuriate Rafe. Clicking back on his profile to check the new picture once more, you noticed new comments had been added. Your smile abruptly vanished as you glanced at Rafe's comments section again, feeling the anger that had started to subside returning with force.

rafe_cameron: @ oliviaprentiss4 Thanks liv.

Liv. He fucking calls her Liv. Fucking asshole. You muttered curses under your breath, fists clenching as your breathing quickened and your jaw tightened again. He could've simply ignored her. Or deleted her comment. Or blocked her when you started complaining about the bitch four months ago. But no— the fucking idiot calls her Liv, for everyone to see, including you.

With hands trembling from sheer rage, you redirected your attention to your phone before switching profiles. rafe_cameron. Now, you wouldn't exactly label yourself as toxic for having his profile logged in on your phone. You're just, you know, keeping an eye on him, with the best intentions after all. Even though he was unaware that you peeked into his phone to get his password when he was showering. Hmm. Okay, maybe you were a little toxic, you can admit that much. But being toxic means being smart so you went to settings and disabled notifications, ensuring Rafe wouldn’t suspect a thing before tapping on his chat with Olivia.

As you scrolled through the chat, nothing new caught your eye, which didn't come as a surprise given that you checked his profile on a daily basis. It was the usual— Olivia showering him with compliments whenever he posted a picture of himself, and him graciously thanking her. You shook your head in disbelief, your jaw tensing with anger at his consistent responses to her. She was a big problem— a serious threat to your relationship, and you desperately needed to get rid of her. You took a deep breath, hoping your plan would succeed, before typing out a message.

rafe_cameron: hey liv.

oliviaprentiss4: hey rafey!

Rafey. Oh, this bitch really wants to die.

rafe_cameron: my girlfriend is out of town tonight. wanna come over?

oliviaprentiss4: sounds good! I’ll be there at 9!! 🤍

Not a girl’s girl, huh? You scoffed at how easily she agreed to a man cheating on his girlfriend, yet a small smile tugged at your lips as it seemed that your plan was starting to take work. Now you just had to figure out how to get inside Tannyhill, but let’s be real— breaking in is the easiest part of it all.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting eerie shadows across the Cameron’s estate except for a few lights that you hastily switched on when you arrived five minutes before nine. It was quiet; the only sounds in the eerie mansion were the ticking of a clock and a few birds chirping outside.

You were impatiently sitting on the couch, waiting for Olivia, with your knee bouncing up and down— not from nerves though, but rather, excitement. A wicked grin spread across your face as you heard the doorknob turn, followed by cautious footsteps on the wooden floor. Olivia gasped audibly when she spotted you, her face flushing bright red as she stumbled over her words, too stunned to articulate a coherent sentence.

“I- Sorry, Rafe said- I mean. I thought you wouldn’t-“ “You thought what, exactly? That you could fuck my boyfriend without me knowing? God, you really are such a stupid, fucking bitch.”

Your words hit her hard, causing her to freeze in place as she fiddled with her fingers nervously. She realized she fucked up bad when she caught the insane, psychotic glare in your narrowed eyes, which was filled with unmistakable hatred directed at her. It sent shivers down her spine— she came to the stark realization that you were more than simply a jealous girlfriend; she was fearing for her life.

You rose from the couch and marched towards her, causing her to take steps back in panic, her eyes widening in terror. But you were quicker, consumed by rage. She cried out in agony as you seized a handful of her blonde hair, and violently hauled her towards the ground until she smashed into the floor with a loud thud.

“Tsk, so many men, and still, you had to choose mine. Dumbest decision you could make, Liv. And you’re gonna fucking regret it.” You hissed as you straddled her. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling disoriented from her head hitting the floor as she confusedly gazed up at you. It was over for her. You knew it, she knew it. The poor girl gulped when you took a knife out of your back pocket— the pocket knife that Rafe bought you to defend yourself from men. Oh, if only he knew. Thank you baby, best present ever.

“Here’s what I’m gonna do. I will use this cute little knife to stab you, okay? Not just once though, no, there’s no fun in that.” Now, this was the moment where she broke down in tears, pleading for you to let her go. You revelled in the sense of power, devoid of any trace of empathy, as you observed the girl's panicked state with streaks of mascara running down her face. What the fuck did she expect? It’s the consequences of her own actions.

You gripped her face tightly, sharp nails pressing into her skin as you forced her to meet your gaze, her eyes wide with fear and brimming with tears as they met yours. She was frozen in place, paralyzed by an overwhelming sense of dread. “Hey, hey, just shut up for a moment and let me do my thing, okay? This is my moment and I can’t have you fucking it up. I’ve been looking forward to this.”

You paused and slowly closed your eyes, savouring the momentary bliss until Olivia interrupted you, prompting an irritated exhale and forcing your eyes to reopen. “Let me go, please! I wasn’t even gonna do anything with him! I promise!” she attempted and pleaded for one last time, despite knowing deep down that it wouldn't change anything. Your hatred was too strong, as evidenced by your eyes— the psychotic look on your face caused goosebumps to form all over her body.

“You think…” you started, breath quickening in growing anger as your jaw tensed, shaking your head and snickering in disbelief, “…you can fucking LIE TO ME?” you screamed before raising the knife in the air, not wasting any more time as she only fuelled your rage further, followed by bringing it back down, right into her chest next to her silver necklace with the letter ‘O’ attached to it. She let out a piercing scream out of agony before you quickly pulled the knife out, blood spurting in every direction possible just like in slasher movies, making you forget for a moment that this was real life. You were so caught up in the moment— it felt therapeutic in a way to finally release all of your pent-up rage.

“Don’t” stab. “touch” stab. “my” stab. “man, Liv.” stab, stab, stab.

Your heart raced as you witnessed the life drain from her ocean-blue eyes, a rush of power and exhilaration consuming you as you smiled down at her with a manic glint in your eyes. You experienced a strange sense of peace along with a wave of relief washing over you. Problem solved.

Standing up again, you had to steady yourself as you felt slightly lightheaded with adrenaline rushing through your body. You wiped the remaining blood from your face with your shirt before hearing a faint scream coming from upstairs, making you gasp as your heart beat out of your chest. What the fuck? You were convinced that no one was home, the entire Cameron family on their yearly vacation far, far away.

The screams came to an abrupt halt followed by a loud thud before hearing a person grunt, as if they were struggling while carrying something heavy. Fuck fuck fuck. This was when you started to panic. Whoever it was coming down the stairs right now was about to witness you fully covered in blood with a fucking dead body lying next to you on the floor. It was over.

“Shit man… why’s it never the skinny, short guys she fuckin’ falls for?” you heard a familiar voice complain, making you blink your eyes a few times as you saw your boyfriend descend the stairs while dragging a lifeless body behind him. “…Rafe?” you uttered, making him snap his head to the side, startled by your sweet-laced voice calling out his name.

First, his gaze fell on you, locking his blue eyes with yours, both widening in shock while staring at each other. Oh, he really fucked up, he thought, until he noticed the corpse next to you with the knife in your right hand, fresh blood dripping from it onto the floor. He then turned to face the body he was dragging down the stairs, blinking several times as he attempted to process the bizarre situation.

“Oh shit. We’re like that one Spiderman meme, babe.” you chuckled, cocking your head to the side as you watched the body comically fall down each step with a thud, leaving a trail of fresh blood behind. Rafe looked at you in astonishment, before his face quickly turned into one of absolute fury with nostrils flaring and his eyes narrowing. You knew that look on your boyfriend’s face— he was about to freak the fuck out. “ooohh my god, oh my god… what— what the FUCK are you doing?!”

Your face instantly dropped as you scoffed at the hypocrisy, “What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are YOU doing?” you hurriedly marched towards him, casually stepping over the girl’s lifeless body with the bloody knife still in your right hand. With your faces merely inches away, you stared into his enraged, narrowed blue eyes before turning your attention to the body resting against the stairs. Brandon. The poor boy has been beaten to death with what you assume Rafe’s baseball bat, which has been sitting in the corner of his room untouched for quite some time, always leaving you wondering why he still had that thing. Well, that question was answered now. Brandon’s face was nearly unrecognisable, it was not a nice sight. He was covered in blood from head to toe, and it was clear Rafe used Brandon’s body to get all his aggression out.  

Your attention was then drawn to the once-white carpet he was standing on, which was now ruined and completely covered in blood. “Oh, and real smart, Rafe. Letting a body bleed all over your fucking carpet. What are you gonna tell your family, huh?” You snorted, taking in the mess that Rafe had made all over the house.

“That’s… that’s what you’re fuckin’ worried about here!? Just… I—  I don’t know, say you were on your period or some shit, jesus.” he rolled his eyes and shook his head, obviously not thinking about the fucking carpet right now as his mind raced with a thousand thoughts while squinting his eyes, still trying to figure out who the body was on the other end of the room.

“Is that— is that Oliv-“ “ON MY PERIOD, RAFE?! I’D BE FUCKING DEAD ALREADY IF THAT’S HOW MUCH I BLEED EACH MONTH, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!”

Rafe briefly closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, attempting to block out your exasperating voice but failing miserably as it was the only thing he could hear at that moment. His breathing accelerated and his eyes narrowed as his frustration reached its boiling point, his vision blurred with a red haze of anger before punching a hole in the wall, the impact echoing throughout the room, sending shockwaves of sound outward. “FUCK! Why do you— why you always gotta fuck things up for us, huh? Can’t you just be a normal fucking girlfriend for once? Jesus fucking christ.”

A normal girlfriend? Your heart shattered into a thousand pieces at his words. Each syllable fell like a knife to the heart, leaving you more vulnerable and hurt. In that moment, you realized with a sense of sorrow that no matter how much you loved him, it would never be enough. Tears from sheer rage and heartache began to well up in your eyes as your grip on the knife tightened. You felt so misunderstood— why couldn’t he just see that no girl could ever love him the way you do? That everything you do is for him?

“I— I did this for you, Rafe, for us. Can’t you fucking see that? She was gonna— fuck—  she was gonna ruin what we have!” you spoke in a trembling but urgent voice, swaying the knife in front of his face as blood splattered all over the walls, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “I’d do anything for you, you hear me? ANYTHING! Nothing is ever gonna get between us, Rafe. And no one— no one will ever love you more than I do.” His eyes were eerily still, devoid of any trace of humanity, as he stood frozen, listening to your ramblings. It only fuelled your rage more, as you so desperately tried to get it through his head that you did it for him, with the best intentions, but Rafe gave no reaction.

“I just—  I just don’t get it… How the FUCK is this my-“ you continued with tears streaming down your face but gasped when you were abruptly interrupted by Rafe grabbing your face, leaving a red blood imprint on your cheek before pushing you against the cold wall followed by his lips meeting yours in a fervent urgency. His body was pressed against yours with his hand gripping the back of your head, pushing you deeper into him to intensify the kiss as your tongues danced together. At that moment, all your surroundings melted away as you were lost in the overwhelming need for each other.

Because oddly, it turned him on— your insanity turned him on. It stirred a sensation of warmth, a tingling feeling, and a deep sense of gratitude within him. Knowing someone loved him to the point of being willing to do anything for him, even if that meant killing— that was all Rafe needed in his lonely existence, longing for someone to love him with the same intensity he felt for them. Rafe Cameron just needed to be loved.

“You’re— you’re… fuckin’ perfect.” Rafe whispered, his voice laced with an unfamiliar sweetness as his blue eyes intensely gazed into yours. Perfect? You blinked a few times as you shook your head, unable to process the sudden change in demeanour. “W-what?” you stared at him before he cupped your face with both hands, a look of solace and devotion on his blood-stained face. “Listen to me, yeah? ‘m never gonna let you go, I fuckin’ promise that. I’d do anything for you— anything, you hear me? Gonna take good fuckin’ care of my girl, a’ight?”

A relieved smile graced your lips, a chuckle escaping as you found comfort before you leaned in to kiss him once more, the embrace deeper and more intense than before, filled with longing and desire. He pushed you towards the couch, making you stumble backwards while feeling more aroused with each step you took. It was a bizarre scene— both of you covered in fresh blood, hungrily touching every part of each other’s bodies, with two corpses on the floor next to you, still bleeding all over. But that wasn’t any of your concern at that moment. All you cared about was how his skilled hands moved over your skin, making you crave him even more.

Rafe, on the other hand, felt he still had something to prove— as if murdering a man wasn’t enough. He needed you to know how good he could make you feel. He needed you to understand that no man on this planet could treat you better than him. You could see it in his lustful eyes as he pushed you back on the couch, followed by him crawling on top of you and attacking your still blood-covered neck with hungry kisses. The ticklish feeling of Rafe’s mouth made you giggle as the metallic tang of blood flooded his senses, coating his tongue with an iron bitterness that lingered long. He didn’t know whose blood it even was, maybe both of theirs together mixed with yours, by the way he was so aggressively biting and sucking on your skin.

“Mine. All fuckin’ mine. Got it?” he snarled as he withdrew and grasped your face tightly, forcing you to look him into his intense eyes. You agreed with a nod, flashing a naughty smile as you gazed up at him coyly through your lashes. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Don’t wanna go around killin’ the entire neighbourhood.” He growled, before trailing his lips to your earlobe, gently sucking on it as his expensive cologne filled your nostrils. “But I will if I have to.” His voice raspy as he spoke, making you become wetter with each passing second.

“Hm, i don’t doubt that.” You remarked before a moan escaped your lips caused by Rafe’s hand groping your tits under your shirt, massaging them over the laced bra that he bought for you. “But know that I would kill the entire female population of the Outer Banks.” He couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle, still wrapping his head around just how insane his girlfriend truly was. “You’re so fucked in the head, shit.“ he whispered, pulling your bra down and toying with your nipples, making you bite your lip, “Just how I like it.”

Rafe then grabbed the knife from where you had dropped it next to the couch, skilfully twirling it a few times. You observed him with a rush of anticipation, uncertain of his intentions. He slid the knife beneath your top, eliciting a gasp as he swiftly sliced through the fabric, ruining your clothes, before repeating the action with your shorts.

“Rafe, what the fuck!” You hissed in annoyance as he destroyed your clothes. “Those were my favourites! Oh, don’t you fucking dare do the same with my underwear” It was evident he wasn't taking you seriously, the smug smile on his face only grew bigger before he slipped the knife under your bra and cut it open as well in one swift motion.

“Don’t be fuckin’ stupid. You know I can buy you anything you want, yeah?” Your lace underwear was next, leaving you inwardly agitated as he cut the fabric and flung it across the room. Seeing your dejected expression, he released an exasperated sigh. “Stop with the whining. I’ll take you shopping tomorrow, a’ight?”

He seized you by the hips and quickly turned you around, pressing your face into the cushion before you could comprehend what was happening as in an instant, you found yourself face down with your ass up, angled towards him. “Fuckin’ soaked already, huh?” He suddenly grabbed a handful of your hair and raised your head, then stuck his blood-covered fingers into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his digits with a mixture of blood and drool running down your chin while feeling his clothed boner press against your bare ass. “Yeah— that’s right baby. Lick my fingers clean like a good fuckin’ girl.” You could feel yourself dripping down your inner thighs before Rafe scooped it up with his now clean fingers and slipped them into you from behind, making you let out a hitched breath at the sudden sensation as you moaned his name.

It didn’t take long for his digits to find your g-spot as he skilfully rubbed against it, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your pornographic moans combined with the wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you made it difficult for him to control himself any longer, so he abruptly pulled out, causing you to whine at the sudden loss of contact. “You bitch! I was so fucking close!” Rafe’s hand reeled back before you felt a stinging pain on your ass, making you jolt forward on the couch. “Watch that fuckin’ mouth if you wanna cum.”

You heard the unbuckling of a belt behind you followed by feeling Rafe’s erection teasing your folds, dragging the tip up and down as his precum mixed with your wetness. Growing increasingly impatient, you tried to push yourself back onto his cock, to no avail as he held your hips firmly. “Aww, poor girl wants it bad, huh?” his voice laced with faux sympathy. “Then beg for it.”

“Rafe just fucking do-“ your words were quickly interrupted by him grasping your hair and leaning down to your eye level. “I said fuckin’ beg for it.”

“Fuck. Please, okay! I need to feel you! Just, please, fuck me” Rafe pushed himself into you in one quick thrust, swallowed by your warmth as he watched his cock disappear into your body. He gave you no time to adjust as he stretched you out completely, causing a brief sensation of pain that was quickly replaced by pleasure. He let out a sigh at the feeling, one hand on your lower back and the other on your hip as he quickly set a brutal pace— deep, erratic thrusts hitting your sweet spots so perfectly. Your nails scraped against the leather of the couch, nearly tearing it apart as you pushed yourself back onto Rafe’s cock, making him grunt at the sight. He massaged your inner walls so perfectly, making you moan his name loudly over and over again.

Rafe suddenly stopped in his tracks, cautioning, “Stay still or this will hurt, like bad, a’ight?”, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion before hearing him reach for the knife once again from next to him, sending a gulp down your throat. You tensed, anticipating the sensation, well aware of what was about to happen, just as you felt the sharp edge of the blade against your delicate skin while he was still balls deep inside of you. “So fuckin’ pretty all covered in blood, shit.” You could feel the letters he was etching into your skin— R.C., his initials. Once he was done, he tossed the knife on the floor before quickly pulling out, causing you to whine at the sudden empty feeling as he leaned down, licking up your blood that was dripping from the fresh wounds, mingling with Olivia's still-stained blood on your skin. “Forever mine.”

Rafe slapped your ass once again, causing you to cry out from the stinging pain of his hand making contact with the fresh carvings on your skin. “Now, where were we?” He slipped into you again as he mercilessly continued his thrusts, strangled noises leaving your mouth at the sudden feeling. He noticed your moans were muffled by the pillow so he grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged it firmly, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.

“Shit, look at ya now. Not so tough anymore, huh?” Rafe groaned as he pounded into you, his brutal thrusts making your eyes roll to the back of your head as your vision started to blur. “Shut— up.” You muttered in between his thrusts, your mind all fuzzy as his tip repeatedly hit your cervix. You clenched around him when he kept hitting that one spot inside you, the pleasure building as you could feel his cock twitching inside you.

You arched your back with your eyes fluttering shut as felt your orgasm approaching. “I’m— I’m so fucking close, oh my god” You moaned out with your mouth agape, nails digging deep into the skin of his arm that was wrapped around your body as the sensation became too much for you.

“Come f’me, doll. Gonna fill you up so fuckin’ good” Rafe’s hand snaked around your body to rub fast circles on your sensitive clit, making you moan loudly as your orgasm abruptly struck you, causing you to clench hard around his cock with buckling knees. All your muscles tensed as you saw stars, a wave of pleasure fully overtaking you with Rafe still pounding into you, chasing his own orgasm. He came not too long after you, slow and drawn-out curses spilling from his lips with his head thrown back as you could feel the familiar pool of warmth fill you up to the brim, completely emptying himself inside of you as his orgasm hit him.

He rode out his high before he carefully pulled out as your chest rose and fell in a frantic rhythm, each breath a struggle to fill your lungs with air while trying to regain your breath. “My pretty, pretty girl.” Rafe praised, staring at your cum-dripping cunt with a grin on his face.

As you opened your eyes, the harsh reality crashed over you like a wave, sending a shiver down your spine at the sight of the lifeless bodies lying across the floor. Panic laced your voice as you turned to face Rafe, desperation evident in your words. "Rafe? What the fuck are we going to do with the bodies?"

His response was surprisingly calm, his tone carrying an unsettling assurance. "Don't worry ‘bout that. I'll take care of it, a’ight?"

The eerie composure in his voice sent a chill down your spine, hinting at a familiarity with murdering that made your stomach churn. "What? How— how do you know how to clean up bodies?"

A sinister smirk crept onto his handsome features, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion and disbelief before his blue eyes stared deep into yours, holding you in their gaze with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. “Princess, what do you think happened to poor Jake last month? And Dylan before that?”

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Day Nine - Bike sex

【Synopsis】 : You were his girl, and he can take you wherever and whenever he wants.

『Word count』 : 2.78k

-> Genre: Smut. College au.

Pairing: FratBoy!Seonghwa x Choi!Reader

[Warnings] : Pet names (baby, princess, baby, good girl). Swearing. Spanking. Public-sex. Begging. Dirty talk. Unprotected sex. A little crying. Edging with a bike? Allusion of past sexual stuff with Mingi. Please do not drive a motorbike without the proper gear. It's dangerous, and you can get hurt more without it. Being safe is sexy. Be sexy my friends.

Note: Finally, Seonghwa's part of this little collection, hehe. I promise you'll be getting another part with both mingi and hwa together, but for now. Thank you, everyone who asked for more of this story, i hope you enjoy it, hehe. ♡♡

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You had woken up to the coldness of your room and an empty feeling inside. Mingi had left you to sleep after the ordeal you both went through, and you had fallen into slumber against his chest. A part of you wished he stayed. Waited for you to wake, but you understood why he left. If your brother were to find you in such a position with Mingi, the poor giant would have died right then and there. You decided it was best to push the disappointment aside for now and focus on your packing instead. Lucky for you, Mingi’s little game actually seemingly helped you, so you no longer needed to study. Taping the last box shut, you felt a sense of pride, having done all the packing all yourself without help.

“Hey, darling.” You heard Seonghwa’s voice behind you, seeing he was leaning against the door frame. His arms were crossed tightly around his chest, showing off the defined muscles on his forearms. He had just come back from the gym, most likely, seeing there was a sheen of sweat coating his whole body and bits of his fringe sticking to his forehead.

“Oh H-hi, Hwa.” You stood up from your crouched position, dusting off your knees as you stretched a little. His eyes raked cheekily over our form, his tongue poking out to lick over his plump lips.

“I didn’t think you’d be able to stand comfortably…” His voice was so low and deep you almost didn’t catch what he said, “You know, since of what Mingi put you through.” Your face reddened at the thought. Of course, Mingi told him it wasn’t like it was a secret to each other that you fancied both of them. But you couldn't help but wonder how the conversation went. Did Seonghwa ask for details, or is Mingi a do-not kiss-and-tell type of guy? You could feel your head spin at all the possible ideas, “Hey earth to princess? Are you reliving the feeling, or has Mingi just simply dumbed your pretty brain?”

Seonghwa’s words were almost mocking, but there was a hint of cheeky behind them. You shook your head before crossing your arms, your nose crunched up with a pout making Seonghwa’s smile grow wider. “How about instead of asking me a bunch of questions. You help me take these boxes to my car.”

“Hmm.” He pretended to think for a moment, scratching his chin. You just scoffed, picking up a plushie that was sitting in one of the last opened boxes and threw it at him, making him shout. “Ow! Okay okay.” His laugh echoed as he put his hands up in defeat. “But this means you have to come to the party tonight.”

“What party?” Your ears perked at the idea of a social gathering. Normally you would prefer to spend your evenings inside the comfort of your own place but a party at the end of the year that most definitely involves your brother's frat house always seemed to be lively and enjoyable.

“Just a goodbye party for some of the boys. Since they graduate this year. You need to come.” Seonghwa stepped closer, his body heat pooling in your personal space, “It’ll be a lot of fun.”

“O-okay.” You nodded your head slowly, tensing as you felt his hand glide up your arm. Your mind couldn’t help but flash back to the night you spent with him and Mingi. The feeling of them on you. Everything about them. Seonghwa bent down in front of you, picking up two boxes as if they weighed nothing before giving you a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“You should wear that cute black dress you wore to Yunho’s birthday. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten so hard before until I saw you in that.” He left you with empty lungs as it felt like he had walked out with the air in his pocket. These men were going to kill you, that you knew for certain.

-

After Seonghwa helped you pack the car as if he hadn’t spoken filth prior, he bid you goodbye before heading off upstairs to get himself ready for the evening. You only had the furniture left to take to your apartment. Which your brother was kindly going to force his other friends to help him bring on the weekend. So after you placed your last box on the back seat, you were ready to hit the road.

You didn't live far from San’s place, estimate of a ten-minute car ride. Your nerves slowly lessen as you get close to your new place, seeing it just on the horizon. It was small but cute, that's for sure, and once you finally start to unpack, the more homie it'll begin to feel.

"Yeah, I know I won't be late." You called through your phone that was sitting on the edge sink while you were finishing up your makeup.

"Yeah, you say that every time. Oh and hey! I've also sent Seonghwa to pick you up so you can have some drinks with us, just by the way." You could hear the eye roll in your brother's voice. But it was the sound of Seonghwa's name that sent shivers down your spine. You quickly said goodbye before hanging up after that, finishing up and getting ready. It wasn't until you heard your doorbell that you rushed to the door eagerly.

"Hey Princess," Seonghwa was leaning against his bike, his arm crossed in front of his large chest. His leather jacket tightened around his muscular arms, letting you see the definition of his biceps.

“Hey, Hwa.” You gave him a cheeky smile before turning to lock your door. Seonghwa took this moment to take a good look at your ass, seeing the way your dress moves with your curves. God, he would give anything to just take you inside, bend you over the first available counter and fuck you until you see stars. He wanted nothing more than to forget about the party, but alas he knew San was counting the minutes until his and your presence. “Ready to go?”

Your sweet voice snapped him out of his thoughts, noticing you were right in front of him looking up curiously. He scanned your outfit taking a peek down the top of it, seeing your plump breasts and the outline of your bra. It was the dress he asked you to wear, but you were wearing stockings to protect your legs from the cold and your cute little shall that sat on your shoulders perfectly to match. You looked like the cutest gift, ready for him to open up. “Well, first we need you to be a little safe baby.”

He took his leather jacket off, throwing it over your frame. He helped zip it up until it was secure. Then he gently assisted in putting his spare helmet on your head before clipping the straps under your chin. You give him a nod and a little thumbs up making his heart flutter. He put the rest of his gear on, not forgetting yours and his gloves before he pointed at the seat of the bike, signalling you to get on first. This wasn't your first time on a bike, given San and his other friends all rode as well. But this was your first time on Seonghwa’s bike. His hand never left yours until you were secure and then he jumped on. He reached behind him and tugged you closer, pulling you flush against his back. With your arms tightly around his waist, and head resting on him, he knew you were ready for his takeoff.

The drive felt like forever. The warmth of Seonghwa’s body caused you to overheat. The closeness you were to him. It felt like years since you’ve held him, touched him since that first night. Your head was spinning, and you couldn’t help but shift in the seat. That was until Seonghwa revved the engine, the vibration suddenly hitting your sensitive core. You couldn't help but whimper at the feeling. And then he did it again while turning a sharp corner. ‘S-seonghwa…’

You called for him even though you knew he wouldn’t be able to hear you. Your eyes were screwed shut, your fingers laced tightly into his shirt. Your hips moved without your control, bucking into Hwa without a second thought. You were lost in your own world, but Seonghwa, on the other hand, could feel your stiffness behind him. The way you hugged him. The way your thrusts almost threw him off. He revved the engine once again, feeling your body shake behind him.

He knew what he was doing.

And he was living for the idea of you getting off from his bike. The power he held over your body caused his ego to grow. He spotted the frat house, seeing people already gathered at the front. But with a quick decision, he turned the wrong corner going down a dark alley, leading to a dirt road that followed into the woods beyond campus. You didn't even notice he took the wrong turn until he stopped the bike on the side of the path in the middle of nowhere.

You looked around confused, watching Seonghwa get off the bike in one swift motion. He lifted his visor, letting you see his dark expression. His hand came up to your view doing a 'come here' motion. You slipped off the bike until you were standing almost flushed against him. He grabs your helmet before you can try and protest, you hear a click on the side before all of a sudden a small ding sound spilled from the speaker around your head. He had turned the intercoms on with the operation panel on the side of your helmet. He did the same to his, and within the next second, you could hear him perfectly, but what he said was not what you expected.

"Bend over the bike." His voice was rough, wild. He feels like he has gone wild with the idea of being inside you. You obeyed without a fight, leaning over the seat of the bike, your ass in perfect view for Seonghwa. "Good girl."

Hearing him in your ear so closely without feeling his touch made your mind dizzy, sensing he was lingering behind you, but he did not make contact. No, not yet. He wanted to savour this sight. His girl bent over his bike in his favourite dress, his jacket and eagerly waiting to be fucked by him. He couldn't ask for a better view. He needed to capture this moment, pulling out his phone from his pocket. He snapped a few photos to show Mingi later. "Look at you patiently waiting to be touched. You are certainly an obedient thing, aren't ya? Listen so well."

"Yes. I am. P-please Hwa." You shook your ass, enticing him to continue. And who was he to deny such a pretty thing. Finally grabbing the plump flesh of your cheeks, he tugged you against his clothed erection. He pulled back before slamming his hips into you over and over. Even though you were both fully dressed there was something about him thrusting against you without penetration that got your cunt clenching around nothing, begging to be filled.

"Fuck, darling. I still don't understand how Mingi managed to not fuck you. You're such a good thing. You deserve to be rewarded." He mocks you almost, giving your right cheek a light slap. You choked out a whine, your gloved hands digging into the leather of the seat.

"He left me all alone. I needed him. But he wasn't there." You cried, words spilling out before your brain could catch up. You had been frustrated all day, and it was Mingi's and Seonghwa's fault. From the lesson Mingi gave you and Seonghwa's filthy mouth. You've been leaking like crazy.

"Awe, poor thing..." he soothed you, lifting your dress up to reveal your stocking-covered ass. Seeing through the sheer fabric, he spotted you wearing small lacy panties. "Don't worry, I'll look after you."

You were about to question him on his sudden demeanour change in his voice but then you felt his fingers press against your cover cunt, snatching some of the fabric before a loud rip echoed through the trees. He ripped a hole in your stockings, gifting him access to slide your panties to the side revealing your aching pussy. The cold air hit your cunt in a bite, making you gasp at the feeling. He couldn't help but chuckle at the way your cunt clenched. You were already dripping, having soaked through your panties.

"I'd hold on tight if I was you." Was all Seonghwa said before you heard a zipper followed by a clunk of heavy clothing hitting the floor. You braced yourself, feeling Seonghwa's tip brush against your folds. This was what you've been wanting ever since that night. To be fucked by one of them. Mingi had given you a taste, and now you were desperate for the real thing.

"Please fuck me Seonghwa. I need it so bad." You cried, your voice muffled with your face being squished against the inside of your helmet. Seonghwa revelled in the sounds of your begs through his speakers. It was like his own personal music. The song of you. And as much as he wanted to keep his teasing, he had grown more desperately than he thought, and time was also running out. So he sunk into your cunt in one swift motion, making you take every inch without prep. If you weren't already soaked, the pain might have been unbearable, but in this instance, you brought on the pain, moaning at the sting that shook down your legs.

"Fuck you're so tight. Are you sure Mingi even put his dick in you? Nnargh..." he snapped his hips quickly, thrusting at a fast, harsh and ruthless pace. You screamed, tears trickling down your face, most likely ruining your makeup. But you didn't care about it at this moment. No, all you care about is the feeling of Seonghwa jackhammering deep inside you.

Your left hand moved quickly to your covered clit, pressing down on the little bud. Your hips move out of rhythm with Hwa giving you both more friction. The forest became filled with sounds of slapping skin, pants, and screams. You could hear Seonghwa's little grunts surrounding you, tipping you over the edge. "S-seong, ahh. I'm coming! Please fuck."

"That's it, come baby. Let me feel you cream on my cock. Fuck nngh. I'm gonna breed this fucking pussy. Come on, bunny. Let me have it." Filth spilled from Seonghwa's mouth as he lost control, his hips stuttering, feeling you come tightly around him, making him bust his load deep inside you right then and there. His hips fumbled until he stilled completely. His pelvis flushed against you, plugging your hole nicely. You don't know how long you stayed like that, but the blissfulness of him being inside you. The sounds of heavy breathing and the heavy beat of your heart rates calmed both of you. You were both content.

"Do we still have to go to the party?" You groaned, sitting up slightly. Seonghwa finally pulled out of you, watching his cum spill onto the dirt road making him groan.

"I think San would kill both of us if we didn't show." Seonghwa dressed himself before unzipping his bag, taking out his first aid kit that had paper towels inside. You sigh as you let him clean you up, knowing he is right with his words. San would definitely find it strange that neither of you showed. After he was done the best he could, you stood up, turning to face him.

"Did you have to rip a hole in them?" You patted your dress down with a huff, adjusting the leather jacket still tightly on you. Seonghwa just chuckled, helping you back onto the bike before taking a seat himself.

"Of course. Easy access darling."

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[sturnsdarling]

'what the fuck is wrong with you?'

{insp by @sturnioz au} fratboy!matt calls smartand'mean'!reader after the fight, telling her she needs to come look after shy!reader, but after she finds out what happened, she lays into fratboy!chris, giving him the reality check he needs.

vibe check: arguing, kinda distressed shy!reader ig, smartand'mean'!reader is a take no shit kinda gal, angsty vibes, lil suggestive at the end

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A/N: idk where this idea came from i just really like the idea of smartand'mean'!reader laying into fratboy!chris and him just firming it bc he knows shes right. PART ONE IS HERE

love and cigs, merc

You burst into the party, frantically searching every room for Matt and your best friend. Matt had called you nearly five minutes ago, telling you that your best friend needed you and that there had been a fight, with little to no explanation after. Of course, you came to them immediately, knowing that Matt wouldn't call you if he really didn't need to.

When you finally found them, they were all in a back room of the party, surrounded by smoke and a crowd of people all fawning over the boys as Matt, Nate and Chris were all spread across a sofa in the back, your best friend curled up on Chris lap as he lazily toked on a canon joint, his knuckles purple and a soft grin on his face as you watched your best friend toy with his shirt.

"hey, angel, you got here quick" Matts voice washed over you as he stood up, placing a battered hand on the small of your waist and pulling you into him.

His hand came up to your face in attempts to pull you into a kiss, but his bloody knuckles caught your attention and you took his hand in yours, brows furrowed at his battered hands.

"Matt, what the fuck happened" you spat, looking up at him, his hand still in yours

"ouch, she called him Matt, y'hear that Chris?" Nate said under his breath, Chris chuckled in response and you shot them both a glaring look.

"Some kids tried to give Chris' girl drugs so, we showed them why that was a bad idea" Matt shrugged, looking at you as if it was such a simple thing.

Your attention was immediately on your best friend, your face riddled with concern. You dropped Matts hand and made your way over to her, pulling her up off Chris' lap and into a hug.

"are you okay? why didn't you call me?" you muttered into her hair before pulling away, surveying her face.

She nodded, "I'm okay, Chris and Matt handled it" she smiled at you, just before looking down to Chris, who shot her a wink.

"how did this happen?" you asked, grabbing her attention again as she sat back down on Chris lap.

"they saw me alone and I guess they thought I was an easy target" she began explaining the events of the night, but was quickly cut off by your annoyed tone.

"you left her alone?" you spat, your annoyance directed at Chris, "what the fuck is wrong with you?" you looked at Chris like he was dirt, glaring at him, he just stared back, his tongue pressed to his cheek.

"oh shit" Nate chuckled, "Matt, I think your girl is about to go world star on our boy"

"hey, angel, tone it down a bit, yeah?" Matt said, sitting back down on the sofa and trying to pull you down onto his lap.

You snatched your hand from his, tutting as you shot him a dirty look, returning your serious gaze back to Chris.

"s'cool, Matt, let her say what she wants to say, I can take it" Chris grinned, taking a long toke of his joint and looking at you

"you left her alone, at a frat party, knowing she never comes to these without either you or me? are you psychologically damaged?" you continued to lay into him, his cool and collected demeanour triggering you beyond belief.

"and what? some guys thought she was easy pickins, because, lets face it, she is, and then you lose your shit and have to mark your territory again?"

"hey, I'm not easy pickins" your best friend sulked.

"she could have been seriously fuckin' hurt, Chris, did you even stop for one minute to think about that?" you were burning holes into his face at this point, just waiting for him to respond.

Chris' face dropped at your words, the smug smile on his lips coming to a tight line as he clenched his jaw, avoiding your eye contact. His mind suddenly reeling with all the things those boys could have done to your best friend if Nate hadn't called him when he did.

"of course you fuckin' didnt, because you only ever think about yourself, Chris" you tutted, rolling your eyes and throwing your hands up in accusation at him.

"you know, if you weren't Matts brother, I wouldn't let her come anywhere fuckin' near you, all you ever do is put her in a position to get herself hurt, or worse." you crossed your arms with finality.

Chris shifted uncomfortably where he sat, looking at you and then to your best friend who was already looking at him, apologising for your words with her kind eyes, eyes that only made your words all the more real.

"I'd never let anything happen to her" He said through a clenched jaw, looking up at you, his expression could almost have been mistaken for an apologetic one.

"and plus, we had her back, we fuckin' had those guys easy, they ran away cryin" Matt added, reaching out for you again.

This time you took his hand, bringing your gaze to him, brushing your fingers over his bloody knuckles.

"you think they're the only kids that wanna roofie girls and fuck them at parties? you think she's safe now just because you two fuckin' hot heads gave them a bloody nose and a black eye?" Your words stung, you'd never spoken to Matt like that before, not seriously anyway.

No one said anything, your words hung in the air, making everyone shift and come to the damning realisation of what actually happened tonight.

"I know you think you can protect her from this little fucked up life you've created for yourself here, Chris, but maybe it's time you wake up and realise who she might actually need protecting from" you said, looking him up and down with your final words.

Chris said nothing, only stared at you from under his brow bone with a clenched jaw and a loose grip on your best friends waist.

Matt looked over at Chris and then up at you, both of you teetering on the edge of an explosion he did not want to get caught in the middle of. He stood up, taking your hand in his and standing in front of you slightly, bringing your attention away from Chris.

"lets go have a cig, yeah?" He said, squeezing your hand.

You looked up at him through your lashes, unable to tear your eyes from him as he gazed down at you, his warmth only serving to calm you down.

You nodded with a clenched jaw and let Matt lead you out. As you walked out the room you glanced back at Chris, who was biting the inside of his cheek and blinking rapidly, trying to listen to your best friend apologising on your behalf. He wasn't angry, not at you anyway, he was angry at himself, because he knew you were right.

Once you made it outside, Matt dragged you to a quiet spot, pulling a cigarette from his pack and placing it between your pouty lips, sparking it before pulling one for himself and doing the same.

You took a long drag, your fingers shook slightly from the adrenaline you felt coursing through your body.

"y'know" Matt said, blowing smoke out his mouth before resuming, "I've never heard anyone speak to Chris like that and still be standin' after" a smiled, edging closer to you.

"kid had it comin' for putting her in a position like that" you shrugged your shoulders, taking another long drag of your cigarette.

"He didn't mean for it to happen, you know that right?" Matt said, dipping his head to meet your gaze.

you rolled your eyes, "he never means for shit to happen, Matt, that's the problem, shit follows him around, and one of these days she's gonna get hurt because of it" you looked at him, more serious than you'd ever been.

"what about me then?" Matt said, his face dropping as he stood back from you.

"what about you?" you screwed your face up at him

"if shit follows him, it follows me, he's my brother" Matt added

"and?" you cocked your eyes to the side, not seeing his point.

"y'don't think you'll get hurt one day? bein' around me like this?" Matt looked you up and down as he spoke.

"I can handle myself, Matt, she can't" you rolled your eyes with a slight chuckle.

"she can't, or you think she can't?" Matt questioned, his tone accusatory.

"what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" you snapped at him

"I think, you've spent your whole life protecting this girl and now, she has someone else to do it for her, and you cant handle that" Matt shrugged

"you're ridiculous." you rolled your eyes at Matt, leaning against the side of the house.

"am I?" Matt scoffed

"yeah, you fuckin' are becau-" just as you were about to give it to Matt straight, you were interrupted by Chris, standing just a few steps away from you both and clearing his throat.

"y/n, can I speak to you?" Chris said, his hands shoved in his pockets.

"what do you want, Chris? if you've come out here to try and act all big and tell me not to speak to you like that I swear to god I-"

"you're right" Chris cut you off.

"What?" you and Matt said in unison, turning to face Chris.

"you're right, okay?"

"I-" you went to speak, brows furrowed in confusion.

"I don't deserve her, n'probably never will, but, I care 'bout her, n'Id never let anything happen to her" Chris shrugged, unable to maintain eye contact with you.

"Chris" you sighed.

"you don't have to tell me the typa guy I am, y/n, I know, but I'm learnin' okay? she's helpin' me learn" He finally looked at you, still unable to look at his brother who was open mouth, gawking at his brothers confession.

You had no idea what to say, Chris just gave you his version of an apology and actually admitted you were right. You couldn't help but feel sorry for him, somewhere, very deep, under all his assholeness, there was an actual human being who, cared about your best friend probably more than he'd ever cared about anyone.

"Chris" you sighed again, "she trusts you, and, if she trusts you then..." you searched your brain for the strength to call it even with him, "I guess I have no choice but to trust you too"

A small smile crept onto Chris' face but he pushed it away almost immediately, the weight of his confession lifting off his shoulders as his usual self floated back into his body.

"If you tell anyone about what I jus' said, i'll get ya kneecaps broken, kay?" he sniffed, wiping his knuckle across his nose for a brief second, "both'a you" Chris looked Matt up and down.

"there he is" Matt chuckled, placing a hand on Chris shoulder

Chris shrugged off Matts hand and sauntered back inside, leaving you two alone again.

You let the moment hang in the air for a moment, smoking your cigarette as Matt stared at the way the butt illuminated your features.

"look, angel, I didn't mean anythi-"

"its okay, I get it, you're right" you interrupted him, rolling your eyes, feeling significantly less angry about everything after Chris' confession.

"okay, did I slip into a different dimension where you and Chris are able to back down from an argument?" Matt chuckled, looking around him as if he was looking for the portal he fell through.

You laughed, shaking your head at him with a smile, "I've been looking out for her our whole lives and, she's always needed me to protect her, I guess it's just tough now that she doesn't, really need that anymore"

"y'know" Matt stepped closer to you, hooking his thumb under your chin, "maybe its time you let someone protect you, for a change"

"oh yeah?" you grinned at him, "and who might that someone be?"

"me" Matt shrugged, edging his lips closer to yours

"you wanna protect me, Matthew?"

"mhm" Matt nodded with a smile just before kissing you, slotting his soft lips over yours with tender pressure.

You kissed him back, the taste of cigarettes thick on his tongue.

"you do look sexy with your knuckles all battered like that" you broke the kiss, taking his hand in yours and pressing small open mouth kisses on his bloodied knuckles

"you little sadist" Matt said, taking your cheeks in his hand, squishing the flesh together between his fingers.

"you love it" you tore his thumb from your cheek and placed it in your mouth, biting down on the bone before wrapping your lips around it.

Matt groaned at the sight of you batting your lashes at him with his thumb in your mouth, he pulled you forward by your jaw and brought you into him, a firm hand catching you by the small of your back as he pulled his thumb from your lips with a pop.

"I do mean it though, angel, it's time you let someone protect you for once" Matt looked down at you, placing his hand around the side of your face, using his grip to make you look at him.

"I can protect myself" you smirked up at him, eyes pouring into his.

Matt smiled and rolled his eyes, lowering his hand on your waist down to your thigh and dropping his shoulder to your stomach. In one swift movement you were over his shoulder.

"Matthew! put me down!" You erupted into laughter, hitting his back as you hung over his shoulder

Your pleads were met with a firm smack on your ass as a prideful grin spread itself across Matts face.

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fratboy!chris having an explicit polaroid photo of shy!reader without her face in it (just her ass in a thong or something) in his wallet and it falls out when he’s going to count money or something and she sees it and forgets that it’s her so she gets all pouty about it and he’s like “that’s literally fuckin you kid - in those pretty black panties that i bought you? from that night you were begging f’me to keep going until you couldn’t even speak? yeaaaaaaah - that’s you”

you're exhausted, your eyelids heavy from the frat party that just wrapped up, the sounds of laughter and thumping music still ringing in your ears.

as the last stragglers begin to drunkenly shuffle out the door, you find yourself slumping against chris' side, your cheek pressed to his shoulder, barely keeping your eyes open as you tiredly blink, watching him count his money.

his eyebrows furrow tightly, his tongue poking out between his lips in concentration — the rustling of cash filling the air, mingling with the sounds of frat brothers dragging their feet across creaky floorboards. some collect empty beer bottles and scattered plastic cups that litter the ground, while others grumble and moan about going to bed, opting to clean up the mess in the morning.

you bring your tired gaze back to chris' hands when you feel him shift. he reaches into his jeans, pulling out his wallet to shove the crumpled dollar bills inside, but suddenly, something slips out and flutters to the floor, catching your attention.

your head lifts off his shoulder, feeling a lot more awake now as you lean down to inspect the polaroid picture that has fallen. your heart sinks as you see the image — a picture of a woman's ass, clad in a black lacy thong.

the sight makes your stomach twist and a frown spreads across your face, instinctively creating a distance between you, shifting away from him.

chris' head turns at your sudden movement, his eyebrow raising as he bends to retrieve the polaroid. "why you givin' me that face?"

"why do you have something like that?" the words escape your lips before you can stop them, and you hate how hurt your voice sounds.

the sight of him holding a picture like that in his wallet twists something deep inside you. who is she? is she someone you know? someone you don't know? why is that in his wallet?

so many questions flood your mind, and you feel your throat tighten as chris suddenly snorts, giving you an incredulous look.

"that... that's literally fuckin' you, kid. are you dumb?" chris tells you, and you immediately recoil, shock washes over you, your eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "i bought you these fuckin' panties — made you wear 'em the other night when you were beggin' f'me, remember?"

heat rushes to your face as the realisation sinks in, a mix of embarrassment and shyness flooding through your system, causing you to turn away from him to stare at the ground, unable to meet his gaze.

"yeaaaaaah... you remember," his knuckles knock lightly against your warm cheek, a touch that intensifies your flustered state. "that's you."

[nadvs]

watch and learn (part six)

pairing fratboy! rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

content warning drug and alcohol use

summary it takes one conversation with your college dorm neighbor to know you won’t get along. rafe is loud, rude, and short-tempered. after he overhears you talking about a disappointing fling, he loses his confidence in his sexual abilities and suggests you start hooking up to both improve your skills in the bedroom. you can’t stand him, but it’s too good of an offer to turn down.

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The thick, heavy feeling of humiliation floods Rafe’s body when he hears rapid knocks at his door. Someone must have heard his father’s shouting.

He avoids eye contact with Ward as he stalks past him to open the door. And of course, you of all people, are standing there.

Your eyes are deep with something he hasn’t seen in them before. Concern?

Rafe flits his gaze away from you, clenching his jaw, sure you can tell he just wiped a tear away before you knocked.

“What?” he says stiffly.

“Everyone can hear you,” you say. Rafe is ready to snap at you for daring to scold him when he’s so obviously in the middle of something tense.

But you’re gazing past him, staring right at his father, who’s clearly embarrassed. Your mouth is set into a hard line. Rafe has seen you irritated, but he realizes he’s never seen you angry.

“I don’t know what the issue is, but I doubt you need to scream about it,” you say. You don’t know what’s gotten into you. The last time you and Rafe spoke face to face, he was a jerk. But here you are, defending him.

“This doesn’t concern you,” his father says.

“It does when the whole building can hear you,” you snap. “Calm down.”

You glance at Rafe, whose eyes are red and glossy. He looks away from you again.

You can only scoff at this point, too worked up to go back to your room. You turn and rush down the hallway to take a walk.

Hearing Rafe’s father mock him for crying has tied a painful knot in your chest. Rafe’s not the warmest person, but he definitely doesn’t deserve that.

Rafe shuts the door, shoulders a little less tight than they were before you knocked. A moment passes before he looks back at his father, who shakes his head at him.

Ward seems a bit rattled. The fact that you did this to him would be funny to Rafe if he wasn’t so hurt right now.

“Get yourself together, alright?” Ward mutters, collecting his jacket and storming out of the room.

As you walk around campus, you can’t stop thinking about how broken Rafe looked after the verbal lashing. You hate to make excuses for the guy, but maybe this is a common occurrence for him and that’s why he’s so mad at the world.

An idea strikes you to try to cheer him up. Or at least make him laugh.

As you make your way back to your dorm, you text Rafe: you alone? can i come over for a sec?

Rafe wants you over for much longer than that. He replies a minute later: ya.

When he opens the door moments later, he’s embarrassed all over again. Knowing you saw him in that state makes his heart drum with anxiety. He was so vulnerable, so exposed.

“Hey. You okay?” you ask. You hold out a plastic bag from the on-campus drugstore.

“I’m fine,” he says, apprehensively taking the bag out of your hand. “What’s this?”

“Was that your dad?” you ask. He only nods.

“I know I shouldn’t say this, but he’s kind of a jerk,” you say. “I got you something.” You point to the bag. “You can use it when you run out of the one you already have. In like a year.”

Rafe can’t help but laugh when he opens the bag and sees a small plastic jar of protein powder. He thinks back to you teasing him for the massive tub sitting on his desk.

“Why…?” He doesn’t know what to say. He’s not used to getting presents.

“We’re… kind of friends now, right?”

“I guess,” he replies. Now that he thinks about it, it’s true. He has fun with you, and not just when you’re hooking up.

“Hearing what he said just… it pissed me off,” you continue. “And I have no idea how to cheer you up, but I do know you like this stuff.”

It’s such a silly gesture. But it’s so sweet, too. It makes Rafe’s heart twist in a confusing way. You care about him. As a friend.

“I just wanted to tell you that whatever you did… it didn’t warrant that,” you tell him. He watches you with an indistinguishable look.

He almost opens up about how painful it is when his father lays into him like that. Almost. But it’s awkward. Completely uncharted territory. He’d prefer to brush away the tension between you.

“You know what would really, really cheer me up?” Rafe slides his hand up the door frame, eyeing your chest, leaning closer to you. You laugh.

“Why don’t you tell the girl from last night?” you say. He wishes you’d seem jealous, but you don’t.

“Come on,” he whines, tilting his head back to silently beckon you into his room. Arousal and excitement bubble inside you, but you want to make him work for it.

“My back hurts from… what we did on the boat,” you admit. You’ve had a dull ache in your lower back since yesterday morning.

Guilt rocks him. You’re in pain? And he’s the reason? Shit.

It’s an uncomfortable feeling and yet again, he doesn’t know how to navigate it. Rafe has to pull the conversation back in the easy territory he knows.

“Why are you still so shy?” he says with a smirk.

“What?”

“Say it. What we did on the boat,” he teases, eyes hungrily trailing down your body.

You step back and roll your eyes, feeling your body flush all over again. While he has helped you gain some confidence, you’re not exactly as bold as he is just yet. Even saying you had sex in casual, sober conversation still feels a little weird.

“You’re annoying,” you sigh.

“You’re annoying,” he echoes. At this point, the exchange has become an inside joke. “And I think you need more practice if you’re still so nervous.”

Rafe tenses as he waits for your response. What if you say you’ve had enough of him? Or that you’re focused on Blake now?

You love the anticipatory look on Rafe’s face. You love that this arrangement between you two isn’t over.

“Did you not hear me say my back hurts?” you tease.

“I’ll make it better,” he flirts.

“How?” you ask.

“I’ll show you,” he promises. He puts the bag on his desk then pulls you in by the hips and leans down to kiss you.

The door slams behind you. His fingers slip beneath your shirt as he slowly paces backwards, taking you with him.

He settles onto his bed and you straddle him, resting your arms on his shoulders as you share slow, deep kisses. You feel his cock hardening at your groin.

“Where’s it hurt, baby?” he rasps, his nose nudging yours, his hand dragging up your spine. “You need a massage?”

He’s so tender during these heated moments. If he was like this all the time, you’d probably like him as more than a friend. But you know letting yourself develop a crush will bring nothing but bad.

“Everywhere,” you reply with a smile.

“I thought you said your back-”

“Nope, I said everywhere.” Rafe smiles against your lips and kisses your neck, slowly pulling your shirt off. He continues to pepper kisses over your skin as he unhooks your bra.

He gently squeezes your breasts, palms kneading you carefully.

“Even here?” Rafe asks.

“Especially there,” you say. He smirks, playing along, massaging your breasts. You start to writhe on top of him, head swimming in pleasure.

His hot mouth finds your nipple and you gasp at the sensation. With your cheek pressed against his temple, you rake your hand through his hair, feeling how damp your panties are.

You apprehensively part your lips to speak, telling yourself to say what you’re feeling like he always encourages you to.

“I’m already so wet,” you whisper. Rafe’s grasp on you tightens once he hears the words spill out of your mouth.

“I’ll massage you and then I’ll fuck that cunt nice and slow,” he says, meeting your eyes again, voice thick with longing. “You want that?”

“Mhm,” you nod breathlessly. His hands drag down to your ass, squeezing. His breath is shallow and ragged as he digs his fingers into your asscheeks, pushing you forward.

You bunch up the fabric of his shirt at his shoulders, tugging it off.

“Lie down,” he tells you. “On your stomach.”

You sink onto his bed, head on his pillow. Rafe takes your pants and panties down in one languid pull, his stomach numbing at the sight of your bare ass propped up just for him.

He starts at your calves, running his palms up and down. You sigh in contentment as he massages your legs, inching up to the backs of your thighs.

“I can tell you’ve done this before,” you say, your smile apparent in your tone. “You’re so good at it.”

Rafe breathes a chuckle. He hasn’t. He’s never touched a girl like this, never wanted to cherish and worship someone else’s body before. But he lets you believe he has.

When he reaches your ass, you tremble with the way he rubs you. Rafe watches his fingers digging into your flesh, squeezing, his cock aching at this point.

He moves up to the small of your back, his grip gentler now, thumbs rubbing into your hips.

“Here?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

Rafe thinks back to the view of you on the boat in the moonlight as he thrusted in and out of you. You looked and sounded like you were enjoying yourself. He hates to think you were in pain.

“Did it hurt when we were doing it?” he asks.

“What?”

“On the boat,” he says. “Did your back hurt then?”

“No,” you laugh. “Or maybe it did and I didn’t notice.”

Rafe wants you to know how sorry he is. But mushy words have never come easy to him, so he leans over and decides to show you, instead of tell you, how guilty he feels.

His lips press between your shoulder blades in a warm, sweet kiss. You giggle at the sensation. He lowers and kisses you again, then again, then again, trailing down your spine, thumbs still rolling over your hips.

You’re reeling. The feeling is unbelievable. And romantic. This is like last weekend, when your time together felt less like fucking and more like… well, something deeper.

You realize you must be teaching him well. Because the sex doesn’t just physically feel good anymore. It’s emotional now, too.

You feel the mattress shift beneath you as Rafe settles on his knees over you, his legs boxing in yours.

He watches his hands run up your back, massaging deep into your muscles. You let out sighs of contentment and he fucking loves knowing he’s making you feel this good.

You feel Rafe put more of his weight on you as he kneels over, rubbing you tenderly. The change in position allows him some relief on his erection, rubbing up against your ass.

He hates that he’s still in his jeans, but at least his cock is getting some attention.

“Not too rough?” he asks.

“No,” you say, your eyes closed, your pretty lips parted. “Keep going.”

He continues to massage you, denim grinding against your ass.

“You gonna take your pants off?” you ask brazenly. Rafe smiles. He loves when you share what you’re thinking, especially when you’re telling him how much you want him.

He sits up to unbutton and unzip his pants, pulling them off and dropping them to the floor. He throws his boxers on top of his jeans and settles back over you.

The feeling of his smooth cock against your ass makes your blood feel like it’s burning through you. He shifts and leans over so that his length is between your asscheeks, his hands continuing to soothe the muscles in your back.

It’s overwhelming, how badly he wants you. And how he realizes that every time he fucks you, he’ll be wondering if it’s the last time.

Rafe continues to caress you, slowly rocking against your ass.

He can’t take it anymore. He sits up to grab a condom out of his nightstand. You exhale in relief when you hear the wrapper crinkling.

Before he enters you, he slides his hand down past your ass and presses two fingers against your hot, wet entrance.

“You ready for me?” he asks.

“Please,” you whisper, tilting your hips so he can ease himself in.

When Rafe kneels over again, he guides his cock into you slowly. You moan at the sensation of him stretching you out with every inch.

The way your pussy wraps around him is perfection. He looks down to watch his cock bury into you, his arms hardly keeping him up.

He shifts to rest his forearms on the bed. His hard torso presses up against your back, his breath hot on your cheek.

“This pussy feels so fucking nice,” he groans into your ear.

He bottoms out and you can feel his thick cock fully immersed in you.

“I love feeling how deep you go,” you say. Rafe might just lose his damn mind. You have such a mouth on you.

He rocks his hips back, then plunges into you again. His teeth graze against your cheek and when he nips at your earlobe, you huff a laugh of pleasure.

“You take it so well,” he praises through heavy breaths, plunging in and out of you. “You’re perfect. Say it. Say you’re perfect.”

“I’m perfect,” you echo, and in the wild heat of the moment, you believe it for a second.

The sound of how wet you are is like a drug to him. He fills you over and over again, loving how you’re squirming beneath him, your hips circling.

“On your knees,” he whispers, propping himself up again.

You obey, back arched, giving him full access to you. His hand slips down your stomach and between your legs, finding your clit immediately.

He knows your body now. He knows it so fucking well.

He rubs in circles, his other arm locked and keeping him perched up, while he melts into you. His thrusts start to get harder and your moans get louder.

“Oh…” you whisper. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah?” he rasps. “Be a good girl and let me hear how nice it feels.”

Your walls are clenching around him now, your moans loud as you reach your peak, and he couldn’t stop his orgasm if he tried.

“Fuck,” he draws out, trembling as he cums. You flutter around him, climaxing at the same time, your sounds tangling together and your bodies shaking in harmony.

You’re twitching with aftershocks when he pulls out of you. Rafe runs a hand down your back, dazed as hell, appreciating how good you make him feel. Nobody’s ever had this effect on him.

He throws out the condom as you remain in his bed, coming down from the high. You turn to your side, watching him as he cleans up, your eyes taking in the sight of his taut, naked body.

This time, Rafe didn’t say anything about him, a man he wouldn’t name, not being able to fuck you as good as he can. But he called you perfect.

“Rafe?” you breathe.

“Yeah?”

“Did you notice that we didn’t have pointers for each other this time?”

If Rafe knew he’d be hearing that a couple of weeks ago when all this started, he’d assume he’d be elated. But his whole body feels heavy. Does that mean you’ve got what you wanted out of each other? It’s over?

“I guess we’re experts now,” he says with a laugh.

“I guess so.” You sigh deeply. “I’ll get up soon. I’m just so cozy.”

Rafe is glad you know you shouldn’t stay. A part of him wants you to, and it’s kind of jarring that he wants that. But it’s too intimate and meaningful if you sleep over after sex. He can’t handle it.

He typically puts his boxers on after cumming almost immediately, even when he’s still hard and coming down. No girl’s ever seen him soft before. It feels so vulnerable for some reason.

But he lies down next to you, facing you with his head propped up in his hand, both of you naked and panting and sweaty.

“A-plus?” Rafe asks, remembering you saying the same thing in his car.

“Without a doubt,” you say. Your smile is weak and sexy.

Holy shit. He realizes this is the definition of pillow talk.

No. This is aftercare. You taught him that it’s important.

Rafe gazes into your eyes, thinking about the look in them when you interrupted him being berated earlier.

You give him a small smile before standing to get dressed.

He turns onto his back to watch you and the gift in the plastic bag sitting on his desk catches his eye. He sits up in his bed, seeing you pull your underwear on as he covers his groin with his comforter.

“Thanks,” he says, with difficulty. “For, uh… the present.” And for caring enough, he thinks. For defending him in front of a man you’ve never met. For refusing to embarrass him with the fact that you saw him crying.

“Oh, sure,” you laugh. You enjoy the view of him sitting up in bed, muscles flexed and skin sheened with sweat. But mostly, you enjoy the way his hair is all tousled and messy, the way his eyes are half-lidded and content.

“Did… the whole building really hear?” he asks. You freeze for a moment, remembering how you snapped at his father.

“No,” you respond, hooking your bra. “I was just trying to make him feel bad. Sorry if I was out of line.”

Rafe chuckles. You have nothing to be sorry for.

“You weren’t,” he replies. He thinks about what you said when you came by again. Whatever you did didn’t warrant that. He needs to be sure.

“I racked up my credit card bill,” he admits. You meet his eyes as you pull up your pants, placing your phone on his desk.

“That’s it?” you scoff. “What bullshit.” It’s such a simple reaction, but it grants Rafe a sense of validation he’s not sure he has ever felt before.

He wonders how he can possibly tell you that he’s never had someone defend him against his father without sounding like a pathetic crybaby. If he even should. Why the hell does he have the impulse to share that with you?

A few seconds of silence settle between you. Before he can speak, your phone vibrates loudly on his desk. You peer at the screen and chuckle at the notification before putting on your top.

“What’s funny?” he asks.

“Blake just told me what an ABC party is,” you say, rereading the text. It stands for anything but clothes lol. People get really creative. “You guys are hosting one on Saturday?”

“Yeah,” Rafe replies coldly. He bets you don’t smile or laugh at his texts like that.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothing,” he snaps.

You meet his gaze and feel your brows furrow.

“No, seriously. What?” you ask.

“Just go,” he responds. You huff, anger brewing inside you.

“Rafe,” you say, annoyed. Why’s he so angry? Does he not want you at the party? Or is this jealousy?

He’s silent. Expressionless.

“God,” you snip. “Your temper is… I never know when you’re gonna fucking snap at me. Like the other day at the lakehouse. Before I left. I don’t know why you were such a dick out of nowhere.”

He completely forgot about that exchange. He didn’t know it affected you. That it stayed with you. All he could remember was how mad he felt seeing you with Blake.

Goddamn it. Why is he so jealous? What the hell does he want? Exclusivity? No fucking chance. The pressure of a relationship is the last thing he needs in his life.

“So?” you demand. Rafe just stares at you. “You can’t even apologize?”

He’s confused and bitter and frustrated. He simply shrugs carelessly, face blank.

You shake your head in anger, leaving his room without another word. You told yourself you would only expect coldness from Rafe from now on. You hate that you broke your own promise.

Rafe needs to stay away from you. This effect you have on him has him so damn disoriented, like he just got off a rollercoaster and doesn’t know which way is up.

He doesn’t want to be a boyfriend. And at the same time, he doesn’t want you to be a girlfriend. To anyone.

On Wednesday morning, Blake texts you asking if you want to study at the frat house in the afternoon.

You’ve looking forward to continuing to see if your chemistry is as good in-person as it is over text. You haven’t had much time with him, but you enjoy his company.

When you make it to the house, Blake opens the door with a bright smile on his face. He leads you upstairs to his bedroom, where he has blankets laid out on the floor and draped over the foot of his bed frame and desk chair.

“Did you make a fort?” you say with a chuckle.

“A study fort,” he replies. “There’s not a lot of space to study around here. I had to get creative.“ You laugh and settle on the floor.

Over the next hour, you talk more than you study. Conversation doesn’t always flow very easily, but Blake’s a sweetheart, through and through.

Rafe’s heart drops when he hears your voice. He’s sitting on the couch playing video games with Sam, craning his neck to look back at the staircase.

You’re smiling, your hand skimming the bannister as you make your way down the stairs. And of course, Blake’s beside you, the one making you smile.

This is hell. And he’s the reason you two even fucking know each other.

Rafe catches your gaze. You look so relaxed. As if it’s normal, the way you’re walking around looking beautiful and breaking his heart.

“Thought you hated frat boys,” Rafe says, eyes floating down your body, like if inspects your clothes hard enough, he can tell if you took them off upstairs.

You catch his harsh tone immediately. Of course he’s being mean. Again.

“They’re not all bad,” you respond.

Rafe might just break the controller in his hands. He looks back to the screen, stomach turning. He hears you say goodbye to Blake and shut the front door behind you.

As you step out of the house, you think that if you’re right, if Rafe really is jealous of Blake, why he doesn’t just do something about it. Why he doesn’t just ask you to be with him. Because even though he pisses you off so much, maybe you’d accept.

But if there’s anything you know for sure about Rafe, it’s that he is not boyfriend material. He said it himself. No couple shit.

“What’d you do up there?” Sam calls out. Blake laughs and settles on the couch. Rafe keeps his eyes on the screen.

“Studied,” Blake replies.

“Sure,” Sam replies.

“Seriously,” Blake says. “I’m not trying to jump into that with her.”

“Why not? Rafe did,” Sam chides. Rafe smirks at this. He’s glad the reminder’s there that he had you first.

“You two still messing around?” Blake asks. Rafe can finally make eye contact with him.

“Yeah,” he says firmly. “She didn’t tell you?”

“I didn’t ask,” Blake says. He seems unbothered. This pisses Rafe off even more. As if Rafe isn’t a threat at all.

“You’re whipped,” Sam says. Rafe’s stomach drops, eyes darting to Sam. But he’s not talking to Rafe. He’s talking to Blake. “You haven’t even gotten any yet and you’re whipped.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Blake laughs.

“He didn’t deny it,” Sam tells Rafe, who wishes he did. “You making it official?”

“Gonna try,” Blake says. At least you’re not exclusive yet, Rafe thinks. He probably has a few more nights with you as long as you’re not eternally pissed off at him.

Blake taps Rafe’s shoulder.

“She’d be off limits if you actually liked her, man,” Blake says. “We don’t let girls get in between us.”

Rafe has to stop himself from scoffing. He doesn’t feel like Blake is his brother anymore. He doesn’t know the exact moment it happened, when he went from looking up to him to disliking him.

But if he wants a future at this frat, he needs to get along with everyone. Especially an upperclassman. And besides, what’s he gonna say? That he doesn’t want him to date you because the sex is too good?

“Right,” Rafe says, turning back to focus on the game.

That Friday night, another fraternity is hosting a mixer at their house. While it’s mainly for frat boys and sorority girls, Blake shoots you an invite. You accept, arriving at the house with Liv around 10 p.m.

Rap music is blaring through Rafe’s ears at the party. He realizes he’s checking the door to see when you’ll arrive. Blake said you’re coming.

He hates hearing your name come out of Blake’s mouth, but at least he hasn’t seen you together since Wednesday.

When you finally arrive, Rafe takes another swig of his beer and makes his way to you. He was supposed to stay away but you’re like a magnet and he’s fucking hopeless at this point. He actually misses you.

Rafe approaches you, blue eyes trailing down your body.

“Pretty sure you’re not in a sorority,” he says in your ear, ducking so you can hear him over the music. You smell his cologne, realizing just how much you’ve missed it.

Your last exchange was after your study date with Blake a couple of days ago. You’re still pissed off at how he snapped at you then. And on Monday, after you hooked up.

“Oh, are those the rules?” you say, an edge to your voice. “Since when did you care about rules?”

Rafe’s pulse quickens. You have this ridiculous effect on him, making him feel like he’s being pulled out of water he didn’t know he was drowning in every time he sees you.

“Since always,” he responds.

“Sure,” you say, squinting. You don’t return his smile. Rafe nervously scratches the back of his neck.

“What’s up your ass?” he mutters. You cross your arms.

“You’re kidding, right?” you ask. You try to give him some leniency, knowing what you know about how his father treats him. But it’s infuriating how rude he was to you. You know you don’t deserve it.

Rafe’s eyes dart away. He wishes you’d just forget about how he left things a few days ago. He grits his teeth and leans forward again.

“Sorry,” he says.

“For?” you ask. “Use your words.” He scoffs and sucks his teeth.

“I was a dick,” he finally mutters.

“Again.”

“Again,” he echoes.

“Be nice to me. I’m not friends with dicks,” you say. There’s that word again. Friends. Rafe swallows down his frustration.

“You seem to like mine,” he responds. You roll your eyes and shove his shoulder, but the smile on your face gives you away.

The moment is quick and small, but it makes his heart pound with a feeling only you give him.

“I need a drink,” you say. “Try not to piss anyone else off.”

Rafe hates that you leave his side so quickly. He realizes he’d prefer to spend the rest of this party talking to you instead of mixing.

As the night goes on, he forces conversation with his frat brothers, his eyes searching for you.

When a sorority girl strikes up a conversation with him, Rafe tries not to focus on how he’s comparing her to you and how you win in every category.

He’s standing by the staircase when he sees you again. You’re with Blake, standing inches away from him, laughing with him.

It’s a countdown at this point, Rafe realizes. Every day, he gets closer to losing the best no-strings-attached sex he’s ever had.

Fuck. It’s more than that. He knows it’s more than that when he sees you playfully push Blake’s shoulder the same way you do to him.

He’s drunk and annoyed and pissed off and wants to make you feel how you make him feel even though you’ve friendzoned him, so he cuts off the sorority girl in the middle of her sentence with a kiss.

She seems taken aback, but then she returns the kiss, her arms quickly wrapping around his neck.

Rafe keeps his eyes locked on you, and when you meet his gaze, seeing his mouth on another girl’s, your stomach swirls with uneasiness.

You turn your attention back to Blake and take his hand, leading him away so you don’t have to look at Rafe any longer.

(part seven)

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[6:14 pm]

(cw: reader is called sweetheart and sweets)

"Are you sure this is fine? Taeyong said it's fine to use his car?" You ask while biting your lip nervously.

Fratboy!Jaehyun shrugs and clicks on his seat belt, "ask him yourself."

You turn to your left and find a handful of the guys sitting on the porch and the lawn ready to watch you get your very first driving lesson ever. How embarrassing.

You roll down your window and tentatively call out, "Taeyong, do you promise me this is ok?"

He waves you off with a bright smile, "you're fine. I have insurance... just try not to hit anything- please."

You roll the window up and feel your heartbeat speed up, did they really all think you were going to hit something? What were the chances that you hit something?

Jaehyun reaches over and grabs your hand gently, "I know where your mind is right now. It's fine. The street is empty and it's easier than it looks, sweetheart. You're fine."

You let out a shaky breath and nod, finally starting the car. As the car engine starts, the peanut gallery on the lawn cheers. Jaehyun makes sure you adjust all your mirrors, that your seat is the right distance from the pedals, and reminds you which pedal is the accelerator and which is the brake.

His voice is calm and collected as he guides you through backing out of the driveway. You look over your shoulder and check your mirrors and turn the steering wheel in the direction of where you want the rear of the car to go. The process is slow, slower than slow, it's sluggish, since you refuse to step on the gas, too scared of having too much power and having to slam on the breaks.

After a good 3 or 4 minutes you make your way into the street, fully straightened out finally press on the gas. Once again your stupid friends on the lawn cheer, a few even laugh as the car lurches to a sudden stop every few feet. You're grateful you can see Haechan smacking them for laughing.

You eventually make it to the end of the block and Jaehyun walks out through making a right turn. You keep the steering while tight and close to the curb in order to avoid hitting any cars that might be coming.

The rest of the half hour lesson around the block a few times eventually turns into something you feel confident doing. Jaehyun is calm the entire time, constantly giving you praise or pointers on what you're doing. He keeps you calm when there are cars behind you and you freak out a little bit, he doesn't hold the overhead bar, he just relaxes and is mindful of the road with you.

When you park the car and shut off the engine he jumps out and opens the door for you, quickly pulling you into a hug with a proud smile. He peppers your face with a million kisses which quickly relieves any remaining stress you felt, "Sweetheart, you did such a good job. You're an even better driver than Yuta."

You smile brightly, looking up at him as your arms wrap around his waist, "Really, already?"

He locks Taeyong's car and leads you into the frat house with his arm around your shoulders, "oh yeah, he's hit so many curbs I couldn't even tell you the number. It's that many."

Taeyong takes the keys from Jaehyun with a tired sigh, "It's something just over a hundred. How did it go?"

"I didn't scratch your car or hit anything, I promise!" you quickly reassure Taeyong, "and I pushed the seat back where it was and tried to fix the mirrors back to how you had them."

Taeyong pulls you into a side hug with a chuckle, "Sweets, you know that's not what I meant, how did you do?"

Jaehyn watches with a warm smile, as you respond with a proud smile and give Taeyong a quick hug in return, "I was really nervous at first, but Jae is a good teacher. There are still some more things I can get used to and work on, but at least I feel a little more confident. Oh, and thank you for letting us borrow your car."

"You're welcome to use it any time, we're ordering Chinese as your celebratory 'first driving lesson meal', your usuals?" Taeyong asks.

You and Jaehyun both nod, thanking Jaehyun before disappearing to his room. You lay on the bed, resting your chin on Jaehyun's chest while you look at him affectionately, "thank you for my driving lesson. You're the best teacher ever."

He smiles back at you, smile so big his eyes nearly disappear and his dimples pop out, "yeah, but you know I'd do anything for you."

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✧.* BINNIE'S BOO FEST | DAY 12.

HALLOWEEN '24 [based off these prompts]

!fratboy chris x !crybaby reader

you absolutely adore the fair. everything from the bright lights and rides, the snacks—it all has you buzzing with excitement much to chris’s mild annoyance. except it’s not so much your happiness that annoys him, it’s just this place. he thinks it’s fuckin’ stupid and a quick way to waste your cash, but he still lets you tug him around the fair grounds, his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie as you pull on his arm until you find yourselves standing a few feet away from some sort of carnival game going on.

immediately, your eyes light up, and you tilt your head up towards chris. “can we play that? please?” you plead, gaze taking on that puppy dog look you constantly swear you don’t use on him in times like this.

the brunette takes one glance at the booth and the older man running it before snorting. “shit’s not meant for you to win, y’know that right?” he asks, looking down at you to find your brows creasing in the middle of your forehead. he exhales, already sensing the tantrum you’re about to throw. “if i play this shit, y’gotta promise me you won’t throw a fit if y’lose,” he insists, a stern look to his blue eyes. he doesn’t move from his spot until you’re throwing your head back with a whine, tugging on his arm.

“okay, i promise!” you exclaim, exasperated, but you’re quick to recover once chris actually starts to move, allowing you to pull him over to the booth.

the game is simple, really, and maybe a little childish, but you don’t care. as soon as you spot the fuzzy pink bunny hanging amongst the other prizes on the shelves, you’re determined to walk away with the plushie in your arms. so you’re careful in the way you line yourself up, eyes sharp and focused on the balloons you have to pop with the three darts the employee had given you. somewhere just behind you, chris watches with his arms crossed over his chest, amusement dancing in his gaze, but you don’t let it distract you—and it pays off.

as soon as your last dart pops one of the purple balloons lining the wall, you’re pausing for a split-second, and then ultimately breaking out into a grin as you turn around to face chris. he’s looking at the spot where the purple balloon had just been with his head drawn back slightly, eyebrows raised in complete surprise before he finally looks down at you with the corners of his mouth stretching across his face.

“look at that, kid. got a fuckin’ arm on you, i guess,” he jokes, but there’s a hint of something prideful lingering just beneath his tone, and you’re beaming as you lean up on the tips of your toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek—a blatant display of affection that he doesn’t often partake in.

when you turn to face the man working the booth again, your smile doesn’t fade. “i um—i want that one,” you tell him a bit shyly, pointing with one finger to the pink bunny you’d spotted earlier. you don’t realize the way he’s looking at you until you hear him chuckle.

“’fraid not, sweetheart. you hit the wrong balloon—supposed to hit a blue one,” he informs you, barely blinking an eye at the way he’s just crushed your spirit entirely.

your face begins to fall, the light in your eyes fading and your shoulders beginning to slump as you try to process what he’s saying. you’re confused, but you’ve never been good at confrontation, so instead of arguing with him, you find yourself pressing your lips together and blinking rapidly to keep away any tears beginning to collect at the corners of your sad eyes.

“oh,” you breathe out, foot dragging across the half-frozen ground as you begin to turn away, but you stop when you’re faced with chris, his faced screwed up in irritation and confusion as he sets his sights on the man that’s just turned you down so dismissively.

“fuck do you mean blue?” he all but scoffs, his hands now free from his pockets as he takes a step around you. “you said she needed to hit a fuckin’ purple at the beginning,” he insists, but the stranger barely looks up at chris as he counts the money the brunette had handed over for you to even participate to begin with.

he shakes his head. “always been blue—don’t know how y’all got it mixed up, but she didn’t win. sorry,” he offers, not sounding sincere in the slightest.

you watch as chris looks at him in disbelief, the realization that he’s being fucking serious sinking in slowly. he breathes out a scoff, running his tongue along his teeth as he seems to debate with himself about what to do next. you see the gentle flex of his fingers at his sides, your heart beginning to race in your chest as you watch him step forward so that he’s pressed right up against booth, leaning in close to the employee whose attention he’s now gained as he grips the edge of the counter so tight his knuckles turn white.

“nah—see, i don’t think you’re understandin’ me: she did win accordin’ to your stupid fuckin’ rules. so uh—why don’t ya just let her pick out her little prize, and i won’t have to rock your shit for makin’ the kid upset,” he suggests, a smile spreading across his mouth as he speaks that lacks any sort of warmth or kindness.

when you finally leave together, you do so with a fuzzy pink plushie clutched tight to your chest and a big smile on your face.

©hanbinics

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[chiscaralight]

result from search:

🌐GENSHIN IMPACT

scaramouche.

hate(?) sex!

streamer!scara

pervy loser scara☆

twinning with scara!☆

your neigbor, scara!☆

collection of stories where the reader gets involved with their snarky next-door neighbor scaramouche!

part 1 part 2 part 3

dont fuck your enemy!☆

tartaglia.

just him and his darling <3

bad boy!childe

nerd!tartaglia part 2☆

drummer!childe☆

plumber!childe☆

zhongli.

fratboy zhongli!

kaeya alberich.

fratboy kaeya!

diluc ragvindr.

random diluc thirst lol

kinich.

just kinich <3

repaying favors!☆

perv!roommate kinich☆

pussy eater!kinich

wriothesley

sugar daddy!wriothesley☆

multi.

butt hunters! ft scara and childe

tit lovers ft diluc

bottom men

how they kiss you! (sfw) ft scara, tartaglia and kaeya

pervy roommates ft scara and childe!☆

fuckin' with your best friend! ft tartaglia and wriothesley☆

soft morning sex<3 ft scara, tartaglia and alhaitham☆

untitled-1☆

untitled-2

their fav body part of yours! ft childe and scara

untitled-3

ur nasty roommate!☆

virgin scara, kinich, xiao and kazuha!

manhandle + mating press☆

pussy eaters

hate/love☆

touchy men

cocky men!

men who cum from I love u ☆

[prettiedup]

Fratboy Gojo taking reader to a bedroom at a party and shoving her face into the mattress cuz she’s too loud

“babygirl, you have to be quieter. they’re gonna hear how much of a slut you are f’me if you don’t.” satoru is looking at you through the bathroom mirror. he has a grip on your hip and his other hand is gripping the back of your head, forcing your head to stay still while he fucks you.

“‘m tryin’ toru! it jus’ feels too good.” your breathing is shaky as you struggle to talk. you’re trying to stay lucid while talking to him but it’s so hard when he’s still stretching you out with his cock.

“well, try harder.” satoru grunts. he goes back to moving his hips in a steady but firm motion. and you were doing good until he hit that spot and instantly, you’re a loud mess again.

“oh for fucks sake.” satoru pulls out of you and fixes his jeans. “fix your dress.” he orders as he walks to the door.

“toru, are you mad? i’ll cover my mouth this time. jus’ don’t be mad with me.” your voice is pleading. you continue to try and apologize while you’re shuffling your dress back down you could feel your arousal leaking with every motion.

“‘m not mad.” he declares. he peeks his head out of the bathroom and surveys the hallway. it’s empty, in the far distance he could hear people laughing and chanting. this party isn’t particularly big, just a few people were invited. it’s more so a small get together if anything, there’s no music playing, just people talking and drinking. that only makes it harder for satoru to fuck you in the bathrom, unfortunately. 

he opens the bathroom door wider, “walk to my room. be quick.” he tells you.

and you walk. your feet are deserted from the pretty shoes you had worn over here. feeling the cold wood under the balls of your feet makes you cringe just a little.

once the two of you are in satoru’s room, he’s quick to close and lock the door. you’re standing in the middle of his floor, clueless of what to do since he didn’t give you any orders. satoru makes his way over to you, before you could get a word out, he’s gripping the back of your neck and leading you to his bed.

your breathing is cut short when he suddenly pushes your head deep into the mattress. your face is mushed and you have to open your mouth to get some sort of circulation in your lungs.

you could hear him unzipping his jeans and him humming lowly to himself. shivers dance along your skin when he lifts your dress and exposes your pussy to the cold air. he abruptly presses his thumb down onto your clit, making you shiver even more.

he lines himself up to your awaiting entrance, he uses the arousal he collected on his thumb to rub along his dick and get it lubricated just a bit more. when he slides himself into your gummy walls, you’re hissing and biting down onto his comforter.

“hands.” he orders. like the obedient bunny he’s taught you to be, you’re quickly throwing your hands onto your lower back. he’s just so much bigger than you, he doesn’t even need two hands to cage yours. he uses his free hand to grip the back of your head and make sure you’re not able to lift it.

you’re a biting and drooling mess while he fucks you. your pussy is making all of these embarrassing noises that you hate but satoru absolutely loves.

“pussy’s louder than you, baby. get loud like you were n’the bathroom. no ones gonna hear you, now. jus’ toru.” he says before pressing a kiss on your lower back.

[jellyfishbug]

! oneshots . . .

♪ sweet n' sour [ word count: 4.6k] MDNI warnings. bsf!chris, established friendship, suggestive, smut, drinking /smoking, swearing, use of pet names, chris is a sweet talker in this

♪ little bit [word count: ?] warnings. bsf!chris, established friendship, very fuffy, pining, bestfriends to lovers, angst if you squint - coming soon . .

♪ dreams, fairytales, fantasies [ word count: ?] MDNI warnings. messy as fuck! dealer!chris, very suggestive, smut, drinking/smoking, jealousy, use of pet names, swearing - coming soon . .

♪ boyfriend ? [ word count: ? ] MDNI warnings. messy, fwb!chris, open situationship/fwb, slight angst if you squint, light smut/suggestive, arguing, miscommunication to the point of it being actually infuriating, chris cant take a hint - coming soon . .

♪ pop the hood f'me [ word count: 5.2k ] MDNI warnings. mechanic!chris, smut with plot, suggestive, swearing, smoking, stuff with a stranger, part 2 coming soon . . .

series . . .

𖦹 number 3 [chapter count: ? ] MDNI warnings. potential triggering subjects (warnings will be above any chapters containing such), descriptive injuries, some blood, angst (usually resolved), suggestive/smutty scenes, fluff - coming soon . . 𖦹 bittersuite [chapter count: 3] MDNI warnings. friends to lovers, lowk messy, implied slowburn, bsf!triplets, pining, angst, smutty and suggestive scenes, fluff, arguing and swearing, depicted injury, lots of tension - coming soon . . .

♯ headcannons . . .

-dealer!chris MDNI

- hockeyplayer!chris - coming soon

-skater!chris - coming soon

-fratboy!chris - coming soon

- bsf!chris

- biker!chris - coming soon

♯ blurbs n drabbles . . .

more tba

♯ random collections . . . (small blurbs n drabbles)

dealer!chris

extras ;

you wear his clothes

you cant keep quiet

you kiss him stupid

you warm him

! still in progress, please stand by . . .

[holylulusworld]

Friends only

Summary: You are more than friends.

Pairing: Fratboy!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, unrequited feelings?, fluff, mentions of a blowjob

A/N: This story is part of my Fratboys collection

“Why don’t you want to give me advice for my date?” Dean puckers his lips. He batts his long eyelashes, trying to convince you to help him once again. “Sweetheart, don’t leave me hanging.”

“We are not friends,” you quip, and turn your attention back toward the books in front of you. “I’ve got no time to give you advice all the time. Ask one of your buddies.”

"We aren't friends?" He splutters. "Why? When did that happen? Since when are we, not friends anymore?"

“Forget it,” you wave Dean off. He doesn’t need to know that he broke your heart not ten minutes ago when he told you about his date with that hot girl he just met. “You have enough girls hanging on your every word. You don’t need me.”

“Y/N, tell me since when we are no friends? Last time  I checked we were friends and roommates!” Dean argues. He puts his hands on his hips and stares at you, waiting for you to answer his question.

You slam the book shut and get up from your seat to size Dean up.

“You really want to know?”

“Yes,” he throws his hands up. “What am I talking about the whole time? I want to know since when we are no friends anymore.”

"Since I know how your cum tastes on my tongue," You bite back. "You remember last week, right? When you came to me after a bad date, whining about how the girl only liked your good looks and car. That no one ever listens to you. I built you up again, and then, your cock ended up down my throat.”

“I remember,” he closes his eyes, remembering how your lips felt wrapped around his cock. His cheeks shades of red, and Dean looks down at you, guilt written all over his face. “I shouldn’t have let you suck me off to make me feel better.”

“For fucks sake Dean,” you throw your hands up too. “I sucked you off because I wanted to. I had hoped this means more than a blowjob to you.”

“I—what?” Dean licks his lips. “I don’t understand.”

“Sometimes you are so dull, Dean. That night, I wanted you to make me feel good too.” You shake your head. “But right after I made you cum down my throat, that girl called, and you slipped out of my mouth to take her call. Do you know how I felt?”

“I didn’t know you wanted more of Dean. I would’ve gone down on you, sweetheart. I came back, and wanted to return the favor,” he argues. “You said that you are tired and went straight to bed.”

“Because I felt like a cheap whore, Dean! God. Men can be so stupid and insensitive. If a girl gives you a blowjob, you don’t answer your damn phone after you came. And you for sure don’t talk to some other bitch, Dean.”

“Y/N…” He sighs as you give him an angry look. “I’m sorry. This was a serious case of miscommunication.”

“You don’t get it, Dean!” You sniffle. “Anytime you ask me for advice to get laid, I’m hurting. You don’t even realize how much you hurt me with your behavior.”

“Uh-this is not about sex…right?” He looks at you like a confused puppy. “Right?”

“No, Dean. This is not about sex,” you groan. “I want you to ask me out, not some random chick you just met. But you only ever pay attention to me when you need advice on how to get laid.”

“Oh…OH!” Dean nods slowly. “You want me to cuddle you after a blowjob?”

“Are you serious…” You throw your hands up again. “I give up.”

“Y/N,” he whispers lowly, “I was joking.” Dean steps closer to cup your cheek. “Do you want me to make sweet love to you?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“I want you to make sweet love only to me,” you huff. “That’s what I want. I don’t want to be a one-night stand to you like all the other girls.”

“Sweetheart,” he brushes his lips over yours, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize you like me. Maybe we should talk about what to do now. I’d offer to go down on you, but I think it’s better to ask you out first.”

“Is everything a joke to you?” you sigh deeply. “This isn’t funny to me. I hate having feelings for someone who-”

Dean silences your rant with his lips. He cups the back of your head to keep you from breaking the kiss.

“I like you a lot, sweetheart. Let me prove to you that I can be more than a one-night stand to you too…”

[nottsangel]

nottsangel’s hp AU collection ੈ♡˳

a list of all the AUs etc. you can find on my blog and the links to their content. more might be added!

au drabbles m.list . more

— new girl au (theodore, mattheo, lorenzo)

— love island au (slytherin boys)

— toxic!theo

— stalker!theo

— dealer!theo

— brother’s bsf!theo

— bsf!theo

— fratboy!theo

— dad!theo

— fwb!theo

— ex bf!theo

— academic rival!theo

— mattheodore x reader

— dragonott x reader

— theo x reader x ron

— theo x reader x pansy

— perv!ron

— sub!ron

— toxic!mattheo

— bsf!enzo

— fwb!enzo

[pr3ttyf4wn]

Roman's No Nut November! aka a collection of prompts everyday of November that include angst and fluff from my various different au's and maybe some new ones! i dont know how consistent ill be but i will try! (a lot of these are Chris i fear..sorry matt girlies...) (and alot of these are fratboy!chris..im on a high)

Pink for fluff, blue for angst, and red for anything that i feel has a relatively big TW (body image issues, abuse, sh.)

"Do you think im spooky?" {goth!reader x fratboy!Chris}

2. "Am I weird?".."Yeah but so what? everybody's weird." {Whimsy!Reader x fratboy!Chris}

3. "Im a pretty impossible lady to be with." {Misunderstood!reader x fratboy!chris}

4. "Im not as think as you drunk i am" {sororitygirl!reader x nerd!matt }

5. "And i have a thing for brothers." {bfb!matt x reader}

6. "Youre supposed to be my lab partner." {nerd!reader x fratboy!matt}

7. "I look better in the dark.." {insecure!reader x reassuring!chris.}

8. "I'll do whatever it takes to be an Alpha Chi" {Superhero!au}

9. "I wait for you (verse 2)" {Stuck in a music box}

10." Bones and All." {matt x reader}

11. "I'll find a new place to be from." {homesick!reader x actor!matt }

12. "You gonna break my heart?" {sororitygirl!reader x fratboy!chris}

13. "I wanna love you till we're food for the worms to eat." {lovesick!chris x lovesick!reader}

14. "piss off your parents." {badboy!matt x goodgirl!reader}

15 "Hey, Jane" {Dad!matt x mom!reader}

16 "Do I look like..him?" {daddyissues!reader x reassuring!matt}

17 "I dont like the cameras but i love it when you ogle." {popular!reader x nerd!matt}

18 "People say shes bad but they dont see the way she is with me." {misunderstood!reader x fratboy!chris}

19 "Love me anyway." {Carrington x reader}

20 "I hope you take off your mask." {misunderstood!reader x fratboy!chris}

21 "Fight for me" {Badboy!chris x 'popular'!nerd!reader}

22 "Kiss me like we'll never have sex." {Stuck in a music box}

23. "Sarah runs to feel the burning in her lungs." {trackstar!reader x chris}

24 "A diva is a female version of a hustler." {superhero!au}

25 "You turn me inside out, and then you want the outside in?" {Fwb!chris x reader}

26 "If I Were a Man" {Princess!reader x Peasant!Chris.}

27 "I get mean when im nervous like a bad dog." {misunderstood!reader x fratboy!chris}

28 "Im not a violent dog. I dont know why i bite." {misunderstood!reader x fratboy!chris}

29 "I dont understand i thought you liked me!" {popular!matt x scene!reader}

30 "Part of me will know deep down that i am pretty cool." {whimsy!reader x fratboy!chris}

BONUS!

december 1st. "I cant have a conversation if its not all about you." {head-over-heels!reader x fratboy!carrington}

[gojo-mochi]

CW: A bit Toxic!Geto, sexual stuff in a library, spanking, Oral F! receiving, fingering F!recieving. A bit of degrading and praises.

Fratboy!Geto and Fratboy!Law who are both nerds but in different categories. Geto more charming and outgoing, easy to get along with, he actually enjoys tutoring. Especially tutoring those cute, innocent, and shy girls. Who hid their blushing faces behind textbooks but he could always tell that they were glancing at him, eyeing him up and down like a piece of meat. He encourages it though, always coming to the tutoring lessons right out of a gym session. Wearing a tight black tank top and white sweatpants. Talking sweetly as he apologized for his messy look, face closed in that fox-eyed smile that sends shivers to anyone on the receiving end. Making a show of wiping off the sweat from his neck and forehead, deliberately slow, flexing a little as he raises his arm up to wipe the underside.

Licking his lips before he takes a swig off his water bottle, tilting his head back so you could see his adam's apple bob as he takes gulps. He’ll play it slowly, taking you to the back of the library so you guys “could study better, away from any distractions”. Preferring to sit next to you so he could help you easily with the notes and the reading. Bumping an elbow into you gently or touching your thigh with his ‘accidentally’, making you more flustered as the time goes on. Swinging an arm on the back of your chair as you asked you to look over your notes, praising you in a hushed tone, even though the two of you are alone.

 “Amazing, you improved so much…”

“I knew you could do it, good girl.”

“Such a good listener, aren’t you?”

He practically purrs these praises directly in your ear, making you squirm in your seat. Then once he gets you nice and riled up, he’ll tease you like he wasn’t directly the cause of the pool of arousal in your panties right now. Lightly scolding you for being so naughty to get all wet and horny in the school’s library as he slinks down under the table, spreading your pretty thighs and flipping your skirt up. Grabbing the legs of the chair and pulling it and you forward so your clothed cunt is pressed up directly against his face. Unashamedly taking a whiff of your scent, nosing at your wet panties like a dog in heat. 

Though it is obvious that he wants this, he makes you beg him for it anyway. Nipping at your thighs, and using that commanding tone of voice on you again. 

“If you want me to tongue-fuck this pretty little cunt of yours, you gotta say it for me, mkay?” 

“Say, ‘Please, Geto-Sensei, please tongue-fuck my needy little cunt’.... Haha, atta girl.”

“Ah-ah, no hiding that cute face from me, come here.. Give me your hands… ah, wait better yet, hold on to my hair. Awww, no need to worry about hurting me, my dear. Come on now, grip tight, show me how much you love it when I’m eating you out.” 

He’ll slide off your panties, shoving them in his pocket to add to his collection later, hands spreading out your pussy so he could dive right in. Flattening his tongue on your slit and lapping up all your arousal he could gather, not caring that some of it was dribbling down his chin. He likes the mess either way, groping your thigh with one hand and using the other one to keep the chair still as you squirm and wiggle above him. He was serious about tongue-fucking you, not paying any attention to your clit until you finally give in and beg him to do something about it. 

He huffs out a small chuckle, having the audacity to quiz you on the lecture he was supposed to tutor you on, giving kisses and licks on your clit if you get them right and nipping at your thigh if you get them wrong. If you were to fucked out to say anything coherent he would have some pity on you, latching his mouth on your needy clit and sucking harshly. Shaking his head back and forth at an extreme pace that you cum hard. Your entire body shaking and quivering from it, when you calm down he’ll tease you about it and slowly start to build up another orgasm within you, not letting you escape until you answer all his questions right. You walk (or wobble) away from Geto’s tutoring session with enough knowledge to pass the test with flying colors, no panties, and his number written in your notebook. 

Fratboy!Law only joined a fraternity for the career connections, lord knows that the medical field is a tough and hard battlefield. He’s more seclusive, preferring to stay in his own group and away from parties and most people.  He grumbles about being forced to tutor people since he needed to put in hours to stay in his fraternity. He’s tough and expects no bullshit from his students. Have a strict time schedule and expect you to follow it to the letter. But here you were, a pretty little thing, all dolled up just for him, shirt unbuttoned so your cleavage was showing but Law seemed more focused on the text books than anything. 

He sat across from you, droning on about a passage from a textbook that went into one ear and out the other, your eyes tracing the outline of his tattoos instead, wondering how good his tattooed hand would look if they were around your neck instead. Law knows you weren’t paying any attention to him but he should at least try to pretend like he’s tutoring you in case any of the other fraternity’s members dropped by to check in. That was when you decided to get a little frisky, stretching your foot out under the table, taking off your shoe, leaving only a sock on as you start trailing up his thigh, you felt him tense under your touch. 

Twirling your hair and giggling as you asked a question, eyes twinkling as you trail your foot all the way up in between his legs and pressing down on his bulge. You licked your lips feeling how utterly huge he was under your foot, his voice stuttered a bit and you spotted a blush running across his cheek as you continued to tease him. You repeated the question, playing dumb, asking him to explain it to you more clearly. He breathes in through his nose, closing his eyes as your foot keeps on rubbing up against him. You take your foot away and lean over the table, pulling down your shirt a bit so you could flash your bra to him. 

Fluttering your eyelashes at him and wetting your lips, calling his name in a sultry voice as your hands reach over to touch his. Law slams the textbook down on the table, startling you, he then sucks in a breath and takes a couple of seconds before speaking, asking you to grab a book from off the shelf. You pout but obliged, feeling that you might have taken things a bit too far with him. He had you grab a fairly wide book, he takes it from your hand and stands up. Going behind you and ordering you to bend over the table. You sputter out a “Wh-what?” but he growls in your ear. 

“You heard me, bend over, this is your punishment for acting like a slut.”

Your ears glow red but this is what you wanted after all, right? So bend your body over the table you were just studying on, Law pulls down your shorts, tsking seeing how you came to this study session wearing no panties. “Were you planning on this the whole time? Asking to be tutored by me, just hoping that I would fuck you, huh?” You mewl out a soft “Yes..”, wiggling your ass at him. Law breath start to shake, he sighs out a quiet “Fuck…”

“You still gotta be punished though. You can count, can’t you? Or is that pretty head of yours empty? Is that why you’re here, hmm, want me to fill you with my cock?” You nod, feeling your pussy clenching and dripping at the thought, you waited so long to get on the tutoring list for Law, the hot frat nerd that always avoids people. You didn’t want to waste this chance, yet you tense up once you feel Law smack the hardcover of the book against your ass. He was using the book to spank you?

“Oy, count with me now, we’re going up to ten, alright?” He smacks you again, a bit harder this time, making you jolt on the table. He leans over your shoulder, a hand on your head as he whispers, “If this is getting too much, tap on the table twice and I’ll stop.” He places a chaste kiss on your cheek and leans back, preparing to spank you again. You count along with him, feeling your ass get more sore and red with each spank, the book cover leaving an imprint on your cheeks. You managed to get to ten, but at the end of it all, your thighs were shaking and tears pricked at your eyes. 

Law throws the book on the table, leaning his entire body across your back once again, his chin placed on your shoulder as his hand dips down between your legs. “So you can listen to me, heh, I guess I can give you a reward after all.” His fingers slip in your cunt easily, finding that nice spongy spot inside you and going to town. His other hand comes around your neck, squeezing lightly and tilting your head towards him for a heated kiss. His tongue invading your mouth as you clench on his digits, you moan and shake, softly begging him to touch your clit to get you off. 

He groans at seeing you like this, he lets go of your neck, trailing his other hand down to rub soft circle on your clit, biting at your ears and your shoulder, giving your love bites that will last for a couple of days. 

“That’s it, cum for me. Fuck, you’re such a tease, aren’t you? Do you do this with all your tutors?”

“Hmm, I hope not, Cause I don’t think I wanna share you with anyone else.” 

“What do you think about that? Hmm? Maybe next time, I’ll have you beg me to use my cock on you? Be my little cocksleeve while I try to teach that empty brain of yours some tricks. Oh? You’re clenching harder after hearing that? Dirty girl, the only thing in that noggin of yours is naughty things, huh?” 

He pulls you to orgasm soon after, crooning at you and patting your hair, pushing your bangs out of your face and kissing you softly. Surprisingly great at aftercare, as he sits back down, with you on his lap, throwing his jacket over your bare thighs. Resting your head on his chest as he talks to you. “So, I’m free for another session next tuesday? But this time, let’s take it somewhere more private so I can have more fun with you, yeah?”

A/N: Please send me thoughts about fratboy!au im on my knees

[sturnioz]

jealous and possessive fratboy!chris after he finds out shy!reader's male friend is back into town?

chris is.... yeah. dipping more into mean chris with this one, especially towards the friend. you've been warned, please do not read if you're uncomfortable.

tw. mentions of drugs [cocaine].

note. also i chose a random guys name for shy!readers friend, so if there is an influencer or anyone you know that shares the same name.. its not them lol.

you haven't stepped foot in the frat house in nearly a week, completely caught up in the excitement of reconnecting with a childhood friend who had come back to your hometown for his break; the two of you spending your days hanging out and catching up on stories — which meant you unintentionally ditched chris.

honestly, chris didn't really notice your absence at first.

he was too preoccupied with his own life — planning for parties, selling his drugs and counting cash, spending time with his frat brothers, and his classes. but as the friday approached, the day the house is filled to the brim with students from the university, the realisation startled settling in.

now, he's sitting on the worn-out couch surrounded by the chaos, staring down at his phone, scrolling through the countless unread texts he'd sent you, each one more frustrated that the last. his eyebrows knit together in irritation, and he presses his tongue against his cheek, waiting for the delivered sign to change to read.

he swipes out of your conversation, rubbing at his jaw in frustration as he opens the instagram app. he goes to search for your account to check if you've posted anything on your story, but instead, he freezes, staring at a collection of recent pictures you just posted.

a scoff escapes he lips as he begins to swipe through each new one, his jaw clenching with every image. there you fucking are, beaming with joy, capturing the moments of you and the stranger beside you visiting cafes, shopping at your favourite stores and taking walks. chris grits his teeth as the last image, the sight of you both in your bedroom, watching childhood movies.

chris feels a bubble of anger rising within him, his leg bouncing restlessly as he fixates on the photo of the guy pressed against your side, his arm wrapped around you shoulder and playfully squeezing your cheeks while grinning widely.

chris' nostrils flare, and he tightens the grip on his phone. in one swift movement, he locks the screen and tosses the device carelessly onto the table, shaking his head in disbelief as he rubs the bridge of his nose. he fishes a baggy of white powder from his pocket, pouring a line onto the coffee table and shaping it up with his credit card.

just as he leans down to lose himself in the haze, his eyes dart up to see you walk in, the guy still by your side, both of you wearing smiles on your faces as if everything is perfectly normal. chris sits up slowly, a mix of anger and confusion swirling within him as he watches you scan around the room, and when your gaze finally lands on him, your face lights up instantly, and you tug on the guy's arm, pulling him over to chris.

he can't help but stare at the way you cling to him, rolling his tongue across is teeth in irritation, his gaze drifting up your arm to your face as you near closer, but that gentle smile of yours only deepens his frustration.

"hi," you greet him with such a soft tone that it makes chris want to scoff, watching as you drop down beside him, pulling the guy down with you. "chris, this is lucas."

chris doesn't even spare a glance at lucas, his attention solely on your as you continue to smile prettily at him. it only tightens his jaw.

"right... the guy you uh, you've been ditchin' me for," he says, his voice laced with sarcasm. "s'nice, kid."

you, still buzzing from the day, take his comment as a joke. "we were friends growing up! he came to visit me," you explain, glancing at lucas returning your gaze to chris. "he's only here for a week.. but you should join us—"

chris cuts you off with a scoff, a harsh laugh escaping his lips. "yeah... 'cos i'd love to be the third fuckin' wheel in your cute lil' reunion, kid. don't piss me off."

you look momentarily taken aback by his attitude and tone, and your smile falters in in an instant. even lucas looks taken aback by the shift in his tone, but chris couldn't care less about lucas' feelings; his focus remains locked on you.

"hey, man.." lucas attempts to speak up, clearly trying to defuse the tension, but chris waves him off dismissively.

"don't uh, don't wanna hear you — at all, actually. yeah. couldn't give a fuck about you." chris murmurs as he leans down towards the coffee table, plugging one nostril and inhaling a line of coke, grunting as he slumps back into the cushions, running his fingers through his curls.

chris' head rolls to the side, finally glancing past you to lock eyes with lucas. he notices the uneasy look on his face shift into something more confrontational, a flicker of anger sparking in his eyes. a grin slowly spreads across chris' lips, adrenaline surging through him.

"what? why y'lookin' at me like that?" chris presses. "you... y'mad at me or somethin'?"

"chris." you warn softly, pushing gently at his arm. you can feel the tension thickening in the air, and you don't want him to start something could spiral out of control, something that might lead to someone getting hurt — to lucas getting hurt.

but chris leans forward, looming over you to get closer to lucas, a glint in his eyes. "c'mon.. if y'got somethin' to say to me, say it."

you feel a knot tightening in your stomach, anxiety creeping in as you shake his arm more insistently. "chris, please," you plead, your voice urgent. "just let it go. it.. it's not worth it, please."

chris' eyes flick to you, noticing the worried look on your face and he huffs, before pulling away to slump back into his spot, sniffing and rubbing his nose.

he feels your arm loop around his, and he turns his head slightly to see you rest you chin on his shoulder, a small gesture meaning to ground him. and for a fleeting moment, chris considers yanking his arm out of your grip, the urge to push you away battling against the subtle comfort your touch brings him.

but then his gaze drifts back to lucas, who is watching you both, and chris' expression shifts once more, sliding his hand down between your thighs, gripping possessively and holding on tight.