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r0ck1st6r · 4 months ago
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“Fuck, Nanami, god.” you moan while he thrusts deeper and deeper into your needy cunt. “Please baby, I’m so close, please go faster I need it..” he buries his face into your neck and bites down. “K-Kento, I, fuckkkk,”
He shoots up from your shared bed. Looking to his left, he see’s you sleeping soundly. Letting out a sigh, he turns to get out of bed and go relieve himself when you cling onto him from behind.
“Not so fast baby, I heard every little noise you let out” Shit. “I’m sorry for waking you darling, but you should really go-“ you cut him off and slowly rub the wet bulge in his boxers. He leans back and lets out a deep groan. “Alright, fine, but after this you’re going right back to sleep..” he turns around to kiss you. You smirk knowing this won’t end after one round.
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deluluangell · 1 year ago
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i'll always wait for you.
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basically pure miguel x reader smut. little fluff at end duhh. 1697 words.
contains masterbation, dry humping, split pov (splits at -----), cussing etc. 18+
this was my first time writing smut + i'm not a writer. saur don't be mean...
NSFW below the cut... enjoy babes !!
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the battle against sleep was one i rarely lost; staying up countless nights waiting for him. but tonight sleep threatened to take over me, making my eyelids droopy and my head heavy. still, i pressed on.
i glanced up and admired as the moon lit up the sky, taking note of how it was projecting its milky rays throughout my apartment. a soft july wind drifted through my open window, thick and full with the muffled sounds of city life after dark. despite the picturesque environment enveloping me, i couldn’t help but feel unsatisfied. everything meant nothing if you weren’t here to experience it with me.
i craned my neck, taking in the city around me as i frantically searched for one thing. miguel. it had been weeks since i’d seen him, touched him, tasted him. i didn’t want to seem pathetic, but i was definitely getting desperate.
i sat on the windowsill, so the light wind was directly blowing through my hair and softly kissing my face. my fingers traced the wood absently, my mind was obviously far away from here. 
“cariño.”
i frowned and tilted my head up at the familiar sound, squinting back out into the night sky. 
i heard an exasperated sigh.
“behind you.” 
“oh.”
i breathed. glancing over my shoulder, i immediately knew it was him. miguel was leaning on the doorframe, looking down at me. although the room was only lit from the moon rays, i could still manage to make out and admire the angular beauty of his face.
“miguel.” unsure of what to say, i cleared my throat and tucked my hair behind my ears. “nice to uh, see you i guess.”
“…i guess?” he sighed, stepping forward slightly. i turned away again, my back now facing him. although i had been longing for him to come, now that he was here all i felt was… anger.
“why are you here?” i whispered, and it was almost like i was asking the night sky instead. “i… i’ve been meaning to see you. work’s just been so busy, and it’s hard to get the time.” i heard the soft padding of feet on the hardwood floor and then felt his tall frame looming over mine. he softly placed his hands on my shoulders, massaging softly.
“mami… let me make it up to you.” his voice was thick like honey.
i allowed myself to sink into his touch slightly, getting somewhat lost in the sensation. miguel’s hands were like magic, squeezing all the right places. it reminded me of all the more… explicit things they could do.
“mm. feels good.” i breathe, squirming on the windowsill. i could practically taste his smirk as he continued to please me with his hands. but i couldn’t let him get cocky. he couldn’t know i was as desperate as i was for him.
“oh yeah?” 
aaand that’s enough of that. can’t have him know i could get off to the mere rasp of his voice. i slowly pulled myself away from his grasp, slipping off the windowsill and now standing behind him, crossing my arms to make sure i looked as serious as possible.
“miguel. seriously. you can’t keep doing this, leaving me like this, and coming back randomly and just expecting me to fall right back into your arms.”
i protested, and it wasn’t completely a lie. sure, it pained me to not see miguel for weeks on end, but whenever i saw him again it felt like i could melt into a puddle under his soft gaze. but still. whatever this was, it wasn’t good enough. i needed him all the time.
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your gaze was intoxicating. the way you looked up at me with those big eyes and that little frown… my cock was already half hard at the mere sight.
“mierda. please…” i didn’t even know exactly what i was asking for. all i knew was that i needed to be close to you, to feel your warmth surrounding me. i had spent weeks fisting myself like an animal to the mere thought of your small little body and fuck, i was getting desperate now. i bit down on my lip, attempting to conceal my fangs which had just conveniently retracted. 
with each step you took toward me, my cock lazily throbbed. 
“miguel… hello? are you even listening to me right now.”
i grunted in response, my eyes glossed over as i took you in. your hair was strewn down your back, tangled from the wind. you were wearing an old shirt of mine which you practically drowned in.
“oh… oh.” you cocked your head, fighting back a smile as you looked up at me. it seemed like you were mustering up your courage as you took a deep breath in.
after what seemed like an eternity just taking each other in, 
“what… wanna fuck me or something?” you breathed, rubbing the back of your neck.
i stepped towards you, closing the gap between us. 
“please mami. never needed you more.” 
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hearing him so desperate for me, almost begging me to touch him made me flood with arousal. i suppressed a moan at his words, and using all my self control, i slowly stepped back. 
“touch yourself then. for me.”
his eyes widened at my request, and i swear i could see him swallow. i knew what i was asking was bold and somewhat embarrassing, but i needed to see. i needed to know how much he needed me.
he slowly nodded, clearly lost for words. he trailed his hand down his chest, wincing as he reached his crotch. i could see it now, his rock-hard cock, desperate for attention. his spider-suit didn’t leave much to the imagination. he hissed as he palmed himself, clearly relishing the relief. 
my mouth was dry as i watched him, and i felt my own core throbbing, watching this huge man get off using his own hand. thinking about me. 
“feel good, baby?” 
he nodded as he gasped for air, humping his palm whilst taking me in.
“ye-yeah. just need to see more. please. been m-missing you like fucking crazy.” he almost pleaded, throwing his head back.
i know i was supposed to be mad or holding a grudge against him or whatever, but who am i to say no to such a polite request?
silently i took off my shirt, pulling it slowly, almost tantalisingly over my tits. i stripped off my shorts next, leaving only my panties on.
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i almost cum when you strip, seeing your perfect fucking tits all perky and hard for me. with your shorts off, the smell of your arousal flooded the room and invaded all my senses. 
“fuuckkk, mami, you’re gonna make me cum.” 
swallowing hard, i tried to control myself, tried to not cum in my pants like a teenager. but the way you were looking at me, the way you were so wet just made me so horny. this was so fucking embarrassing. i groaned as i palmed myself, trying to think of what to do next. 
hold you down and finger you until you see stars? 
have you ride my face until you’re squirting?
fuck you from behind with my hand around your neck?
or, my personal favourite option, breed you until you’re crying and begging for me to stop.
but my mind went blank and a string of moans fell out of me when you looked up at me through thick eyelashes, lust written all over your face.
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“need to see your cock now. take it out.” i begged, feeling my hands slip into my panties to run my fingers over my slick folds.
at that moment i was fully convinced the sight of miguel taking his thick length out was heaven-sent. standing thick, tall and proud, coated in pre-cum, miguel’s cock practically begged for my attention. my legs squeezed together as i took in the holy sight, and after whipping off my panties i inserted two fingers into my heat, humping my own hand desperately. whimpering, i looked up at you, biting my lip. 
“b-been thinking about this… been fantasising about you fucking me, touching myself the nights when you were away.”
“oh yeah? been fingering your own tight little pussy mi vida? missing the way i fucked you dumb?” 
i moaned at his words, slipping another finger in as i desperately tried to replicate the feel of miguel’s thick cock. 
“gonna… gonna cum too.”
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“that’s right, cum for me mami.” i was squeezing my cock impossibly tight, imagining it was your heat wrapped around me instead. but this wasn’t enough. i needed to finish against you, at least. 
“fuck this. c’mere.” i said, losing patience. i stepped behind you and grabbed your waist, burying my face in your neck and bucking my hips against you, losing myself in the pleasure.
“ah. fuck. sorry, amor. had to feel you against me. just let me finish, okay?” i almost begged.
you didn’t protest as i slid my cock between your thighs and nestled the tip at your clit. i thrusted furiously, relishing the warmth and wetness of you. my hands desperately palmed your tits, tugging at your hard little nipples.
“g-gonna cum miguel.” you whimpered from underneath me, your small body bouncing on mine.
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my eyes rolled to the back of my head as miguel humped me furiously from behind. every thrust had his tip hitting my clit just right, and i quickly became a moaning mess.
“miguel… fuck… cumming. ‘m cumming.” i choked.
i felt him thrust between my thighs a few more times, his pace becoming sloppy and harsh as he chased his high.
“mami. you feel so good, cumming too.” he moaned and bit at my neck as he came, coating my thighs with his thick load. 
i sighed, leaning back against him as i caught my breath. his cock was still nestled safely between my thighs, and he was still thrusting softly, clearly addicted to the bliss.
“you did so good, miguel. missed you so much.”
he smiled whilst looking down at me. 
“hey… i’m sorry. seriously. there’s nowhere else i’d rather be than here, in your arms mi amor. i promise you i’ll be here more. you’re my priority okay?” he traced my features, frantically searching my eyes.
i sighed, knowing his promise wasn’t exactly empty… just difficult to fulfil. i turned around so i was facing him, and kissed him softly. 
“miguel… i’ll always wait for you.”
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sunniireii · 5 months ago
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He's coming over tonight and if I'm lucky he'll let me kiss all over his happy trail and tummy in general and maybe he'll let me kiss his titties too
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ddodol · 1 month ago
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he’s so nerd bf coded omfg #needhimsobad
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he's so silly </3 nerdy bf with one hyperfixation and would not shut up about lore even though you're the one that introduced the series to him lmaoo
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kriize · 3 months ago
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#needthat #needhimsobad
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transnats · 14 days ago
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my husband has me down bad every single day. 10/10 would recommend. #needhimsobad
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her-favorite · 2 months ago
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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTNojVaBj/
So when is this man gonna stop playing and come over to my place?
(it’s EVERYWHERE. #needthat #needhimsobad?)
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DUDUDUEKEK that intro clip of him has me FFEERAAALLL.
kinda unrelated but i just spent too much time staring at a pic of matt guys im so down bad someone save me
🔗
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ilovefiction4lmen · 3 hours ago
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“You’re not busy,” he muffled out, tossing the spoon back in the tube of ice cream on your lap. “You don’t go out, all you do is lay around the whole day, then proceed to complain over the fact that you did nothing all day.”
why’d he clock me like that omfg… #needhimsobad
꒦꒷ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 untouchable ¡
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pairing experienced¡roommate¡rafe cameron x innocent¡reader
sunmary rafe guides you through your first masturbation after you told him you've never touched yourself before, his offer tempting you in ways you've never experienced before. your curiosity grows as well as your desire, leading to an intimate moment that changed things between you two.
contains smut! first time masturbating, guided orgasm, fingering, lots and lots of kissing, dirty talk, nipple play, needy reader, player rafe, hes a tease!! he also interrupts reader, uhh thats ab it (i think). wc; 4.2k
a/n hi !! this took two days to write and at least 1-2 months to get out of my notes blaahhh hope you enjoy!!!!
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“Have you ever had someone go down on you?” 
You choked out a snort of disblief, taken aback by the question. Rafe, who was seated inches away from you, chuckled, turning his head in your direction, causing the smile on your face to instantly vanish. 
He wasn’t joking. 
You cleared your throat, feeling heat crawl past your neck, until it eventually settled on your face. You’ve had your fair share of embrassing moments with your roommate, but this? You wanted the ground to split and swallow you whole, too ashamed to respond. 
Truth be told, you’ve never involved yourself in any sexual activities, let alone had someone go down on you. Hell, you’ve barely ever touched yourself before, brushing off your random bursts of arousal whenever you were sexually frustrated
So, the question here was, how were you supposed to tell him that? Reveal that you were a virgin at heart, and that you’ve never had someone touch you intimatly; not that you’ve done it. 
You were painfully aware of how experienced Rafe was, with the latter informing you all about his hookups; and that was besides the amount of girls he brought over. The walls were thin enough to give everything out, their loud moans and whimpers echoing through your ears. In conclusion, you didn’t need him to break down what he was up to. 
“Not that I remember.” You muttered, brushing off the question. 
“What?” He cocked his head to the side, snatching the spoonful of ice cream from your hold. “Who doesn’t remember getting eaten out?” 
“People are busy, Rafe.” You scoffed, licking the drop of ice cream off your thumb. “Not everyone has the time to fuck around.”
“You’re not busy,” he muffled out, tossing the spoon back in the tube of ice cream on your lap. “You don’t go out, all you do is lay around the whole day, then proceed to complain over the fact that you did nothing all day.”
You rolled your eyes, faking an annoyed expression at his words. Rafe adjusted his position, manspreading on the sofa, until his knee was hovering over yours, the contact ceasing the distance between you. 
“I mean, come one…” he trailed off, tone slightly teasing. “I’ve never seen you bring anyone over, are you really not interested in any of that stuff?” 
“How about you mind your business?” You huffed, feeling your ears burn with heat. “Why do you wanna know so bad?” 
“What?!” He defensively shot back, “I’m jus’ curious, besides, you never tell me anything, it’s always me talking.” 
“It’s ‘cause there’s nothing to tell you,” you mumbled under your breath, avoiding Rafe’s gaze. “There, you happy?”
Silence seeped through the air, atmosphere heavy with tension. Rafe‘s lips parted with disbelief, speechles by your blunt response. That was… new, you never brought up your sexual life to the latter before, so to think you were admitting to being a virgin over a silly argument struck Rafe to his core. 
"You're not like, serious or anything, right?” He attempted to laugh it off, smile fading when your expression remained the same. “Shit, you’re being serious.”
Your gaze settled on your hands in your lap, too embarrassed to glance over at Rafe, whose eyes burned holes through your flesh. You could envision the look of disbelief on his face, not having to look to know that he was shocked. 
“Why are you surprised?” You giggled, brushing off the heavy tension seeping through. “You said it yourself, i’ve never really brought anyone over.” 
“I was messing,” he swiftly replied, “I didn’t think you were you know… a virgin.”
“Okay, if you word it like that…” You tilted your head to the side, a tight-lipped smile spreading across your lips. 
“Have you never like, engaged in anything?” Rafe muttered, trying to play off the question as something casual, though you knew it wasn’t. “You know, never gave a guy a blowjob before?” 
Nothing about your roommate asking if you’ve given a guy a blowjob was casual. 
“No.” You shook your head, a snort escaping your throat. 
“You’ve kissed someone before though, right?” He asked, voice lowering with hesitation. 
“I’ve kissed someone before.” You exclaimed, leaning your head back on the sofa. “You already knew about that.” 
“You did tell me,” he nodded his head, “Have you never like…”
“What is it now, Rafe?” You question, teasing hinted through your tone. “Why are you investigating me?”
“‘M not; jus’ curious.” He muffled out, voice barely above a whisper. “Have you never pleased yourself?”
“What?” You ask, coming to a halt. 
The question filled with temptation, something you both chose to avoid for the sake of your friendship. Rafe always playfully flirts with you, using every chance he could to tease you. Those usually end in you brushing it off, not thinking too much of it. 
However, this was personal. He was asking questions that shall be private, not for him to hear, nor know about.  
“Have you never touched yourself before?” He elaborated, gaze flickering to your lap. “You’ve touched yourself, right?” 
You remained silent, blinking far too many times for your liking. You fidgeted with the rings hugging your fingers, busying yourself with the movie displayed on the tv, now long forgotten with the ongoing conversation. 
“Fuck.” Rafe muttered under his breath, throat going dry. “That’s so…” 
“Embrassing,” you cut him off, playing off your embarrassment. “I know.” 
“It’s hot; somehow turns me on,” he corrected, continuing his statement. “Knowing you’ve never touched yourself before.” 
Your head shifted in his direction, a flustered expression spreading across your face as you felt heat settle on your cheeks. You swallowed around your throat, mouth gaping to speak, met with utter silence in return. 
Shivers ran down your spine, the sensation like feathers on your skin. Rafe’s blank expression made things worse, displaying how serious he was being. He wasn’t fucking around, even with how swift the conversation took a turn. 
“Shut up,” you mumbled, clearing your throat. “Quit messin’ around.” 
“Did that get you?” Rafe choked out a giggle, easing the tension between you. 
“That wasn’t funny!” You huffed, lightly shoving his shoulder. “Don’t joke around like that.”
“I mean,” he said, teasingly fidgeting with his tongue. “It wasn’t a joke, but–”
“Rafe!” Your face heat up, flustered expression spreading across your face. 
“Sorry!” He chuckled, drifting off for a moment. His gaze trailed down your body, a sly smirk finding his lips once again. “You need help? I’ll guide you through it.” 
You paused, considering his suggestion for a moment, even if he meant it as a joke. Your lips quivered into a thin line, feeling your throat dry up when his hand found your bare thigh, action teasing, tempting you in ways that were forbidden. 
And before you got time to process the gesture, he grabbed the ice cream tube from your lap, instantly scooping a bite with the spoon inside. It took you a moment to catch on with what he did, attempting (and failing) to snatch it back from his hold. 
“Hey, that’s mine.” You muttered, gaze shifting up to Rafe when he stood to his feet. 
“What’s mind is yours, remember?” He winked, walking backwards to maintain eye contact with you. “We both pay the bills around here.” 
“I paid for that, though.” You argued, mimicking the latter’s action as you followed in his steps. 
“From whose wallet?” He reasoned, causing you to go quiet. 
Right, you did steal ten bucks to buy that from him; though the boy didn’t mind. 
Your shoulder relaxed, defeated by the boy’s response as you watched him enter his room, letting the door shut behind him. 
That was that.
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Later that night, you found yourself slipping under your convers, tempted by Rafe’s words from earlier. Your hands traced down your body, halting around the sliver of skin in between your shirt and shorts. 
Your fingers toyed with the waistband of your shorts, teeth digging through your bottom lip as your hand tumbled beneath the thin cloth, the sensation of your cold fingers brushing over your heat sending shivers throughout your body. 
Your digits lightly traced over your heat, sliding down your folds, inaudible gasp escaping your throat when you noticed how wet you’ve gotten from earlier. Rafe’s words echoed through your ears as your eyes fell shut, imagining him guiding you through your masturbation with his words, the thought spiraling pleasure through your body.
You collected your juices with your fingers, gasping as you traced them back to your clit, the sensation overwhelming you whole. You started off with slow rubs to your cunt, letting your pleasure build up within every touch you committed to. 
You imagined Rafe’s hand instead of yours, rubbing your clit while he whispered praises to your ears. The thought washed guilt over you, aware you were going to regret your pathetic thoughts once the pleasure wears off. 
Imagining your roommate going down on you was your last predicament tonight, yet, here you were, touching yourself while pretending it was Rafe, his words never leaving your mind. You would’ve been down for whatever, the least he could’ve done was push through with his teasing, and you would’ve gladly accepted it. 
But he didn’t, and that made you want him even more. The idea of not being able to have him, not even for a moment, because it was forbidden. You were well aware of that, barely holding back before, whether Rafe stood too close, or said something tempting. 
“Hey, uh, have you seen my green–” Rafe burst through the door, freezing in his tracks once he noticed the state you were in. “Sweatshirt?” 
The covers weren’t much of help, as Rafe instantly realized what you were doing. He gulped, feeling himself twitch in his pants, as his fingers clutched around the doorknob. You immediately jumped out of your position once you spotted him, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 
Your eyes trailed down to his torso, feeling heat crawl to your face when you noticed his bare chest, out on display. Right, that was a norm, you should’ve been used to it by now.
“What the fuck, dude?” You shot back, heavy breaths escaping your throat. “Can’t you knock?”
“Hmm?” He hummed, too hazed up to process what you were saying. “Right, sorry, I– I should’ve knocked.”
You felt so exposed under his gaze, tugging your bottom lip with guilt as you caught sight of his face. Maybe that was meant to happen, a sign that you shouldn’t have crossed the invisble line you created, pleasing yourself over the thought of your best friend. 
“What do you need?” You muffled out, gulping when his eyes flickered down to your lips. 
“Well, I was jus’ asking if you’ve seen my sweatshirt, but…” He trailed off, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “You seem busy.” 
“I was sleeping.” You replied, though the excuse was not much help. “You– you interrupted.”
“Clearly,” He cocked his head to the side, seeking your gaze with his own, a desperate exhale escaping his parted lips when your eyes wouldn’t meet his. “I’ll leave you to it, then…”
He trailed off, hinting something with his tone. He hesitated to leave, still clutching into the door handle while he stared at you, waiting for you to at least say something, stop him before he does anything stupid and ruin your friendship in the process. 
However, you didn’t, leading the latter to shut the door, the gesture causing you to wince. You gulped, observing as Rafe came to a halt, his back to the door, with his hand yet wrapped around the doorknob. His lips parted with an exhale, fingers finding his jaw as he busied himself with his chin. 
And if you didn’t know him any better, you would’ve thought he was nervous. But he wasn't. You knew Rafe, he was your roommate, after all. 
“What are you doing?” You questioned, voice low enough he could barely hear you. 
Rafe remained silent, leisurely approaching you with haste. Your gaze followed his every move as he came to a halt around the edge of the bed, now towering over you. You fluttered your eyes up at the latter, breath hitching when you noticed the look of despair on his face. 
His fingers hovered beneath your chin, thumb slightly tracing your bottom lip, the fraction causing your mouth to part. He tilted your head with the fingers around your jaw, cursing under his breath once he caught sight of your hazed state, too far gone to comprehend your surroundings. 
“You need help with that?” He questioned, gaze flickering to the shorts that hung low on your waist, able to see them now that he was in your presence. 
“Huh?” You questioned, vision going blurry when his thumb grazed over your teeth. “What do you mean?”
He groaned when your tongue darted out, licking a stripe of his finger, the gesture bold, encouraging him to continue. And he did, inserting his thumb inside your mouth, the sensation of your hot spit coating his finger earning a shuddered exhale out of the boy. 
You swirled your tongue around the digit, driving Rafe over the edge. He imagined your lips wrapped around his cock instead of his finger, the dirty thought causing him to twitch in his pants, fully hard hard by now. 
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered, withdrawing his finger from in between your lips, and replaced it with his own as he captured your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. “Can’t believe you’ve never let anyone touch you before.” 
“Is it that hard to believe?” You hushed, lowering your tone to match his. “Are you gonna tease me over it?”
“While that does sound tempting right now,” he smiled over your mouth, littering wet kisses in between his sentence. “I’ll pass, ‘rather focus on you, doll.”
Your face heat up at the pet name, too flustered to respond. You were still in disbelief over this, whatever it was, not expecting anything like this to happen between you two. Fuck, Rafe was kissing you, and you were totally in for it, in fact, your body was speaking faster than your mind, following your needs before you could process it. 
“I’ll guide you through your first time, baby.” He muttered under his breath, knee finding the space in between your legs. He captured the corner of your lips in an open-mouthed kiss, one of his hands toying with the strap of your bra. “Let me make you feel good.” 
“You know,” you trailed off, enjoying the sensation of his fingers tracing the bare skin around your shoulders, the contact like feathers to your flesh. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” 
“Why not?” He asked, hands shifting down to your waist, barely above the hem of your top. “It’s not like we’re doing anything wrong, ‘m only helpin’ you.”
“Jus’ shut up n’ kiss me.” You slurred, wrapping both arms around his neck as you ceased the distance between you. 
A content hum left Rafe’s throat, pressing you down to the bed with the hands around your waist. The latter hovered over you, angling his head to the side to deepen the kiss. A gasp escaped your throat as he nibbled on your bottom lip, the unexpected gesture causing you to part your mouth. 
Rafe saw a chance, and took it, tongue invading the inside of your mouth with the access you granted him, your fingers toyed with the bozzed hair at the back of his head, almost yelping when his cold fingers made contact with the sliver of skin around your stomach. 
You’ve never been touched by a man like this before, Rafe was exploring parts in your body that were meant to be hidden, not for his gaze to admire. Multiple times he had to hold back, watching you innocently walk around the house with a set of pajamas that barely covered anything, revealing all your curves. 
You drove him crazy, with everytime you moved, slightly teased him, told him things no one should know, he wasn’t able to handle it, not with how oblivious you were to the hints he kept dropping. And if he rubbed one out to the thought of you, he wasn’t mentioning it; not to you, that’s for sure.
His fingers toyed with the waistband of your shorts, withdrawing from the kiss to glance down, making you feel shy under his gaze. He tugged the elastic down your side, hissing when his fingers made contact with the warm skin hidden underneath. 
“Fuck, baby.” He groaned, “Get these off, need to see you s’ bad.” 
You moaned at the remark, letting your eyes fall shut as he tugged your shorts down, levelling them with your knees, until he could get a good view of your dripping cunt. A shuddered sigh escaped his lips, fingers instantly finding your folds. 
You gasped at the sensation, arching into the touch, chasing after your pleasure when he moved his hand up your sides, pressing your hips down to the bed. 
“Stay,” He whispered, lips ghosting over yours. “I’m supposed to be helpin’ you, ‘member?”
Right, that skipped over your head. 
“Well then, hurry up and do it.” You whined, almost yelping when his hand hovered over your heat. “Fuck, Rafe, please.”
“Please what?” He question, a teasing grin forming on his lips. “Use your words, baby.” 
“Touch me.” You demanded, words slurring out of your mouth. 
“You know I can’t do that.” He chuckled, retrieving one of your hands from around his neck. “S’ supposed to be your job.”
He guided your hand down to your heat, pressing your fingers to your clit. You moaned, leaning your head back as Rafe moved your digits over your cunt, using his hand to lead you through the rhythm, slow and steady, not too much, in case you grew sensitive to it. 
You desperately shuddered under the touch, gasping when Rafe pressed his hand over yours, the gesture spiraling pleasure throughout your body. His face nuzzled into your neck, littering wet kisses to your throat as he continued pleasing you with his guided hand, leisurenly picking up his (your) pace. 
“Fuck,” you whined, nails digging into the blade of his shoulder, well aware he was waking up with bruises with how much pressure you were applying. “Feels s’ good.” 
“Yeah?” He muffled against your neck, teeth grazing over flesh, before he nibbled right under your jaw. “Am I making you feel good, baby?”
You hummed, too accompanied with your pleasure to respond. You arched into the touch, muffled whines the only thing leaving your throat as Rafe’s fingers traced over your folds, until they found your entrance. 
“Fucking hell,” he grunted, withdrawing from the crook of your neck. “You’re so wet for me, doll.”
Your face heat up at the words, turning your head to the side to avoid looking at the latter. One of his hands slid underneath your shirt, kneading your boob with his fingers. Everything felt overwhelming, whether it was the hand guiding your fingers on your clit, or the one squeezing your breasts, it was too much for you to comprehend with a hazy mind and a blurry vision. 
He managed to get your shirt off with a bit of shuffling, and a bit of help from you; of course, leaving you in only your bra. His mouth salivated at the sight of your breasts, now half on display, only for him to see. 
He swallowed around his throat, fingers toying with the thin material of your bra, using the digits to tug it down, until it exposed your nipple to the chilly air, causing goosebumps to break out across your chest. He rolled it with his thumb, fascinated with how perfectly your boobs sat. 
You jolted under his touch, becoming sensitive to the finger flicking your nipple, growing even more surprised when he leaned down, taking your tit in his mouth. His tongue swirled over your now hardened nipple, letting his spit coat a stripe of your chest. 
Your back arched into Rafe’smouth, eyes forcing shut as his hand found your back, unclipping your bra with a swift gesture. He let the cloth hang loose around your chest, finger dipping beneath the straps around your shoulders, letting them fall down your sides. 
“God,” he grunted, his hot breath fanning over your boob, while his hand toyed with the other, squeezing and kneading the plump flesh. “You’re a fucking mess for me.”
You whined in protest to his words, feeling your pleasure build up, sensing your climax in the process. Rafe’s mouth found your lips once again, capturing them in a lustful kiss. He licked into your mouth, tongue gliding over yours as it met his half way through. 
“I think I’m…” you spoke in between kisses, “Rafe– fuck!”
An audible gasp escaped your throat when Rafe circled your entrance, lining his finger up with your hole. And without a warning, he slipped a finger inside, the new found pleasure mixed with pain alluring you into his trap. 
This was exactly what he wanted, to have you a flustered mess under his touch, show you how good he could make you feel, even if it was wrong, forbidden; in your words.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, parted lips ghosting over yours. “Wanna fuck you so bad, doll.” 
You whined over the statement, picturing the idea of Rafe fucking you stupid, until you no longer were able to remember your name. His finger moved inside you, letting you get used to the digit moving in and out of you. Your hand was back to your side by now, letting Rafe lead you through your built orgasm. 
The latter lined another finger with your hole, slowly letting it insert inside you, using his thumb to rub your clit, merely to distract your mind off the pain, and focus on pleasing you. His pace was slow, steady enough it drove you crazy. 
His fingers continued pumping in and out of you, with you relaxing into the touch once you slightly got used to the digits stretching you out. Rafe picked up his speed when he noticed that, hand growing sloppy inside your dripping hole. 
“Rafe–” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m so fuckin’ close.”
He hummed, littering open-mouthed kissed to your lips as you gasped into his mouth when his fingers hit your g stop. And you were so closer, with his fingers inserting in and out of you, while his thumb rubbed your clit, chasing after your pleasure. 
Your legs trembled as you came undone, shuddering in Rafe’s arms as he walked you through your orgasm. He slowed down his pace, chuckling as a content hum escaped your throat, pulling him down for a quick kiss.
It was sweet, lingering for only a moment before Rafe pulled away, smug smile ghosting over your lips. He withdrew his fingers from your entrance, with you already missing the warmth of his fingers inside. 
He traced his hand over your figure, coming to a halt when he reached your mouth. He parted your lips with his fingers, a silent demand that you shall not deny. You took the digits in your mouth, gliding your tongue over each one, tasting yourself on them. 
Rafe smirked, watching you with despair, a look of want you only got to experience whenever he was hitting on other girls. Yet, here he was, fucking you with his fingers until you came undone. 
He withdrew his fingers, replacing it with his own mouth as he pulled you in for another kiss, this time to taste you on his lips. He smiled against you, satisfied now that he’s able to savor you whole, having explored every inch of your body; though he knew that wasn’t enough. 
“That felt good,” he started, rubbing his thumb over the corner of your face. “Yeah?”
“Mhm, I must say…” you trailed off, slightly growing flustered by his gaze as it burned holes through your skin. “It wasn’t that bad.”
“You think?” He snickered, thumb brushing over your lips. “Should we give it another go, now that you lost your jerk-off virginity?”
“That’s lame,” You chuckled, a knowing smile suppressing its way across your lips. “Hmm, who knows, maybe that’s not the only virginity I’ll be losing tonight.”
“Okay, that’s a lame way of telling me you want me to take your virginity.” He grinned, amused by the embarrassed shove you gave to his shoulder. 
“My god, shut up!” You blushed, hiding your face with your hands. “That’s not what I was sayin’.”
“No yeah, definitely.” He nodded, attempting to get your hands off your face. “Don’t be a brat, baby, look at me.” 
Your hold fell loose around your face, letting Rafe move your hands off, revealing the smile tugging at your lips. He mimicked your action, expression switching into something serious, all while maintaining a teasing grin still. 
“You know, that wasn’t such a bad idea.” He pecked the corner of your lips, leisurely trailing down to your throat, until he nuzzled in the crook of your neck. “Maybe we should test it out.” 
“Test what out, idiot?” You grinned, tilting your head to give Rafe more access to the side of your neck. 
“Lots of stuff,” he muffled, “I don’t think I’ll be able to hold myself back, now that I got a taste of you.” 
“So, don’t.” You shot back, mouth moving faster than your brain as you responded. “Don’t hold yourself back, ‘m all yours.”
And that was the only sign Rafe needed, ceasing the distance between you before capturing your lips in a kiss, one you don’t think you’ll be able to forget.
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gequarius2411 · 9 years ago
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How do you feel about it? How do you feel when you think of me or do you even think of me anymore? How does it make you feel knowing that there's a girl cries herself to sleep at night because of you? A girl that almost believed in love again because of you but you ruined it? A girl that would've done anything to please you but you gave up on her? A girl that would cross the ocean to see your smile but you never even tried to appreciate it? A girl believed that there's still men who'd keep their words in this world but you just left when things got a bit hard? What about your promises? Not leaving me when things get hard and face difficulties , that you will stick with me through whatever, that you'll never make me go through anything would hurt me, and not talking to a girl behind my back idk tbh maybe you didn't but you did give your attention to other girls when i was dying for you to reply and text me back, I know that it's over now and nothing i say would change your mind but i still believe that you're a good good person, you made me the happiest girl after a bad breakup , you won my heart boy:), it just breaks my heart and makes me sad remembering how bad you wanted me and made me feel cause i know I won't let anyone in anymore unless he's my fiancé that i never was in a relationship with before. i just wanted to thank you for everything and wish you and your family luck and i just hoped things gone better but it is okay Alhamdulilah for everything.
Forever-myown
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r0ck1st6r · 5 months ago
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Nanami kento is the type to make sure everyone knows your his, one way or another.
Nanami kento is the type to grab your ass in public when others stare too hard.
Nanami kento is the type to kiss the back of your neck while you’re both out to let you know he needs you.
Nanami kento is the type to beg you for hickeys in the heat of the moment and get embarrassed the morning after.
Nanami kento is the type to always play the special playlist you both made together just for fucking.
Nanami kento is the type to triple check if what he’s doing is ok before he ruins you.
Part 2?????? 🤫
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r0ck1st6r · 3 months ago
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Nanami begins to nod off, hand still around your waist when you pinch him lightly. he quickly opens his eyes and almost groans out loud. he wanted to leave the party as soon as possible after he got a sneak peek of the lingerie you surprised him with under your tiny dress. but instead, you ran into an old friend and spent the last 30 minutes catching up. you and your friend went back into the kitchen to grab drinks and he followed silently and sat you on his lap on the couch. when he started to nod off again, you slowly started grinding on his lap causing him to almost leap up. you laugh at a joke and grind a little faster. hearing a quiet whimper come out of his mouth, you decided enough is enough, it was wrong to keep your darling boyfriend waiting. you said your goodbye's and he threw you over his shoulder and out to his car. you knew he wouldn't be able to wait, you knew he'd have no choice but to fuck you in the back seat.
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r0ck1st6r · 5 months ago
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Omg he's just so ugh 🤭
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