#so my heart goes out to all of them even when they do fucked up shit

[tregearix]

SHENANIGANS

ITZY Lia X Male Reader

You're sitting in the counselor's office, your legs stretched out in front of you as the counselor drones on and on about your behavior. You can't help but roll your eyes at his lectures - you've heard it all before. Expulsion threats, detention, the works. It's all just noise to you at this point.

As the counselor continues his rant, your mind starts to wander. You think back to the fight yesterday, the satisfaction of seeing those guys from the rival school crumple to the ground. Fuck, it felt good to let loose and show them who's the boss.

The counselor's voice snaps you back to reality. "Listen, I'm really serious. One more incident like this and you're out. Do you understand me?"

You lean forward, a smirk playing on your lips. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. No more fights, no more trouble." you say it casually, not really meaning a word of it. The counselor sighs, shaking his head in frustration.

As you stand up to leave, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror hanging on the wall. Your hair is slightly disheveled, and a small cut on your lip from the yesterday brawl. You look like the badass you are, and you know it.

You stride out of the office, not even bothering to shut the door behind you. The halls are empty, most of the students are in their class right now. You make your way towards your class lazily, already thinking about skipping it. But when you almost changed your path towards the school rooftop, you suddenly remember something. You remember this is English lesson time in your class.

Well, you're not exactly fancying English lesson, but the person behind it are the reason why you're eventually decided to coming back to your class. You walk more faster, and a mischievous smile appears across face.

As you pick up your pace, your mind races at the thoughts of Lia, the sexy English teacher. You can't help but smirk as you imagine her standing in front of the class, her curves accentuated by her tight dress. The way she moves, the way she speaks - it's enough to drive any guy wild.

You burst into the classroom, startling a few of your classmates who were already settled in. Lia who's writing something on the whiteboard turns to face you, her eyes narrowing as she takes your appearance. "Done with the conselor? I thought you're gonna skipping my class just like you do as usual with other classes," she says sarcastically, her tone dripping with disapproval.

You flash her your signature charming smile, ignoring the glares from your fellow students. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, Ms. Lia," you reply, winking at her. She rolls her eyes, clearly unimpressed by your antics.

As you take your seat, you can't help but let your gaze linger on Lia. The way her hair falls over her shoulders, the curve of her neck - every inch of her is perfection. You know as a student you shouldn't be thinking these kind of thoughts to a teacher, but fuck it.

The lesson goes on, but you find yourself getting more and more distracted as the time progressed on. You start doodling on your notebook, sketching out crude images of Lia in various compromising positions. You can't help but chuckle to yourself as you draw her bent over the desk, her dress riding up to reveal her ass. Another sketch shows her on her knees, her mouth open wide.

You're so engrossed in your lewd artwork that you barely register Lia calling your name. You snap back to reality, looking up to see her standing close from your desk, her hand outstretched. "I'll take that, thank you," she says firmly, snatching the notebook from your grasp.

Your heart races as she flips through the pages, her eyes widening in shock and disgust as she sees your drawings. The classroom falls silent, all eyes on the two of you. Lia's face turns red with anger and embarrassment.

"How dare you!" she hisses, her voice low and dangerous. "These are completely inappropriate! I should report you to the principal right now!"

You can't help but smirk, finding her reaction amusing. "Come on, Ms. Lia. Don't you think you're overreacting a little?" you say, trying to play it cool. "It's just a bit of harmless fun."

Lia's jaw drops, her eyes flashing with fury. "Harmless fun you say? Get out of my classroom this instant!" she screams, pointing towards the door. "I'll deal with you later!"

You stride out of the classroom calmly, a smirk playing on your lips, ignoring the curious looks from your classmates. You can hear them whispering amongst themselves, trying to guess what could have possibly been in your notebook to warrant such a reaction from their teacher.

You wander the halls aimlessly, not really caring where you end up. You could go to the cafeteria and grab something to eat, or maybe hit up the bathroom for a quick smoke. But in the end you decided to go to the rooftop to take a nap. As you climb the stairs, you can't shake the image of Lia's angry face from your mind. You don't find it scary but rather amusing, and you chuckled at the thought of it.

Once you in the rooftop, you lean against the railing, feeling the cool breeze against your skin as you take in the view from the rooftop. The entire school grounds are laid out before you - the sports field, the parking lot filled with teachers' cars. In the distance, the city skyline stretches out, a reminder of the world beyond these school walls.

After a few moments of enjoying the view, you start looking for a spot to take a nap. You spot a shady corner near the edge of the roof, away from prying eyes. You make your way over, lying down on your back and stretching out your arms above your head, relaxing yourself as you started to drift off.

An hour or so later, you're jolted awake by the sound of a door slamming shut nearby. You sit up groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. That's when you see her - Lia, standing just a few feet away from you, staring at you with a solemn face.

"I don't know you're good at drawing," Lia begins, reminding you about earlier incident in the class, her voice cutting through the quiet atmosphere of the rooftop.

You yawn, stretching your arms above your head as you wake up from your nap. You ignore her comment about your drawings, not really caring about what she thinks. "What time is it? Is it time for a break?" you ask, sitting up and looking around.

Lia stands there, her arms crossed over her chest as she stares you down. "It's 3:30 PM. School ended an hour ago," she says, her voice casual. "You shouldn't draw such perverted things about me, I would be humiliated if anyone else saw that drawings."

You let out a soft grunt, pushing yourself up to a sitting position. You couldn't care less about what she had to say - you were more interested in the way her dress hugged her curves, the way her hair fell over her shoulders. "Well," you began, your voice low and smooth. "Your acting are pretty nice by the way." you smirk.

Lia rolls her eyes at your sentence, her lips pursed in annoyance. "It's not an acting. We're in the school, I'm your teacher and you're my student, and as student you must respecting me as your teacher. Just because we're hooking up often doesn't mean you can draw something inapproriate about me." she says, her tone firm.

You just chuckled, not taking Lia's words seriously. Everyone in the school knows everything about your bad deeds except one thing, and that one thing is your affair with the hot English teacher Julia Choi. As a student, you definitely know very well how forbidden it is to doing shenanigans with a teacher, but that taboo thing is what makes it so hot. And you're sure that Lia feels the same way about it.

You stand up, remembering how it all began. It was a few months ago, and you were caught red-handed having sex with one of the school cheerleader in the girls' bathroom during class period. Lia had caught you in the act, and threatened to report both of you to the principal for your inappropriate behavior.

The girl you had been with fled the scene immediately, her face pale with fear. But you stood your ground, frustrated that you had been interrupted just as you were about to reach your climax. Lia continued to scold you, her voice stern and disapproving.

But then, something changed. Lia's eyes widened as she caught sight of your massive erection, still standing proud and ready. Her face flushed with a mix of shock and curiosity, and she fell silent.

Seeing your teacher's reaction, you follow where her gaze landed. And you couldn't help but start teasing her when you found out where her eyes is setting. "Never seen a big dick before, Ms. Lia?" you said, a smirk playing on your lips.

Hearing your words, Lia put on her angry face once again. She threatened to reporting you again to the principal, but you didn't waver from her threat. Lia glances down one more time at your dick then back again to your face before storming away from the bathroom. You chuckles, remembering her action that day.

For the next few days, you prepared yourself, getting ready in case you were called to the principal's office. But somehow that never happened, you wonder if Lia didn't report your inappropriate behavior the other day in the girls' bathroom to the principal. But why she does that? Why she's not reporting you to the principal?.

Then you start to getting the clues. During English class, you caught Lia several times stealing glances at you with mysterious looks, her eyes lingering just a moment too long. You don't want to get too confident, but you're starting to come into conclusion that she might be getting interested on you after the incident in the girls' bathroom a few days ago, or perhaps she just after your huge dick. And you seeing it as sign to begin hitting on the sexy English teacher that coveted by the whole school.

It's not that easy of course, Lia repeatedly rejected your advances on her. She's citing her job as a teacher, and your bad reputation as the rascal of the school as the reason. But you didn't give up easily, you knew that deep down, Lia wanted you too.

You persisted in your pursuit, until finally, one day, Lia gave in to her desires for you. You caught her alone in the secluded corner of the library, and after a few minutes exchanging words, your seduction winning over her rejection. She pushed you against the wall, kissing you furiously. From that moment on, you and Lia engaged in a secret affair, stealing moments together whenever you could.

"What are you thinking?" Lia's voice snaps you back to the present.

You shake your head, a smirk playing on your lips. "Nothing," you say, voice low and smooth. You walk towards her with a predatory gaze, your eyes locked onto hers.

"Nothing, huh?" Lia's voice is skeptical, but there's a hint of amusement in her tone. She takes a step back, but you match her movement, closing the distance between you once again.

You reach out, your fingers grazing her arm, sending a shiver down her spine. "I was just thinking about that day in the bathroom," you murmur, your breath hot against her ear. "When you saw what I had to offer."

Lia's breath hitches, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment thinking about that day. But she quickly regains her composure, knowing fully what are you after, she pushed you away. "We can't do this here," she hisses, her voice low and urgent. "Someone might see us."

But you don't listen, your hands already roaming over her curves, your lips trailing kisses along her neck. "Let them see," you growl, your voice rough with desire. "I want everyone to know that you're mine."

Lia gasps, her body trembling beneath your touch. "You're impossible," she whispers, but there's no real conviction in her words. You can feel her resolve crumbling, her desire for you overriding her sense of propriety.

"I'm not asking for permission," you say, your voice low and commanding. "I'm taking what's mine."

With that, you spin her around, pressing her against the railing of the rooftop. Your hands slid up her thighs, your fingers moving to her panty covered pussy inside her short dress. Lia's breath comes in short gasps, her body arching against yours as you tease her, your fingers brushing against her most sensitive places.

"Please," she whimpers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own breathing. "Not here..."

But you don't listen, your fingers delving deeper, your thumb circling her clit. Lia's moans fill the air, her body trembling with need. You know that she cannot resist the pleasure you given to her, and she hated that fact.

You lean onto her back, pressing Lia against the railing as you slide her panties aside. Your fingers sneaks inside her slick folds. "You know, you promised me something, Ms. Lia," you growl in her ear, your voice low and husky.

Last week, Lia made a deal with you. If you worked hard and got an A+ on English exam, she promised to let you taking her ass. The hole that you always wanted to claim, and she knew it very well. Using your desire as a motivation, she's pushing you to study harder than you ever have before.

As a bad boy, you're always not give a shit about exams. But the thought of finally having Lia's tight asshole wrapped around your cock was enough to make you cared for this once. And the things went well, you aced that test and got an A+, and now it's the time to collecting your prize.

Your thumb circle her clit as your index and middle fingers sawing in and out of her wet pussy. Lia gasp and arch against you. "Oh god," she whimpers, you can feel how wet she is, how much she wants this.

You smirk, knowing that she's completely surrendering her body to you now. "You promised, Ms. Lia," you remind her, your voice low and commanding. "And a debt must be repaid."

You pull your fingers out of Lia's dripping pussy, then bringing them to your lips. "Too bad I didn't bring any lube," you say with a smirk, licking her juices off your fingers. "And I'm guessing you didn't bring any either, huh?"

You turn Lia around again to face you, your eyes looking at her hungrily. "So why don't you use that pretty mouth of yours as a lube, Ms. Lia?" you suggest, your voice low and husky. "Get my cock nice and wet before I claim what's mine."

Lia's eyes darkening with lust at your suggestion, excitement running across her face. "You're so filthy," she breathes, but there's no real protest in her voice.

You smirk, knowing that she's just as turned on as you are. "Filthy is what you like, isn't it, Ms. Lia?" you tease, your voice low and seductive. "Now get on your knees and put that pretty mouth to work."

Lia slowly sinks to her knees in front of you. Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches for your belt, undoing it with deft fingers. She tugs down your pants and boxers, freeing your massive cock.

Her eyes widen at the sight of it, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Fuck, you're huge as usual," she whispers, her voice filled with awe and desire.

You just grin, placing your hand in her hair and guiding her head towards your cock. "Less talking, more sucking," you command, your voice rough with need.

Lia obeys, wrapping her lips around the head of your cock and sucking it gently. You groan at the sensation, your hips bucking forward involuntarily. She takes more of your cock into her mouth after a few licks on the head, her tongue swirling around your shaft as she begans bobs her head up and down.

You can feel your cock growing harder with each passing second, the wet heat of her mouth driving you wild with lust. "That's it, just like that," you encourage, your voice strained with pleasure. "Get me nice and wet for that tight ass of yours."

Lia knows it's forbidden for a teacher to do something like this with a student, but the thought of being dominated by her bad boy pupil is really turning her on. She can't hold back.

You can see the lust and desire in her eyes when your gaze met as she takes more of your massive cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around your shaft, coating it with her saliva. You groan in pleasure, your hips bucking forward involuntarily.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good Ms. Lia," you growl.

Lia moans around your cock, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. She's completely lost in the moment, forgetting about the taboo nature of what she's doing. All she cares about is pleasing you, submitting to your every desire.

Her eyes watering as she's deepthroating you, but she doesn't wanna stop. She's determined to get you as wet as possible, to prepare you for what's to come.

You can feel your balls tightening, your orgasm building. But you're not ready to cum yet. Not until you've claimed what's yours.

With a grunt, you pull Lia off your cock, leaving her gasping for air. "On your feet," you command, your voice rough with need. "Bend over and show me that ass." You push your pants and boxer further down to your ankles before stepping aside from it.

Lia catches her breath, a mix of lust and nerves racing through her body as she obeys your command. She stands up on shaky legs, turning around to face the railing. Placing her hands on the cool metal, she leans forward, the fabric of her dress riding up to reveal the tantalizing curve of her ass.

Her heart races as she glances down at the nearly empty parking lot below. She spots her car, a lonely beacon amidst the vacant spaces. A few other teachers' vehicles remain, but there's no sign of anyone nearby. The coast seems clear, for now.

Lia's breath catches in her throat as she feels your presence looming behind her. She knows this is wrong, that a teacher and student engaging in such an act is the ultimate taboo. But the thrill of it all, the danger of being caught, only serves to heighten her arousal.

She can feel your eyes on her ass, undressing her, craving her. Lia bites her lip, trying to suppress a moan as she arches her back slightly, presenting herself to you. The cool afternoon air kisses her skin as her dress rides up even higher, the fabric now a thin barrier between her and your hungry gaze.

She's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Yet, she's never wanted anything more in her life. Lia's body is trembling with anticipation, eager to feel your touch, to be claimed by you in the most intimate way possible.

You step closer, your body pressing against Lia's back. You can feel the heat radiating off her skin, the way her body trembles with anticipation. "You want this, don't you?" you murmur, your hand sliding over the curve of her ass. "You want me to take you right here, where anyone could see?"

Lia lets out a shaky breath, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I want it. I want you."

Your fingers find the hem of her dress, tugging it up and exposing her ass to the cool air. You can see the thin strip of lace that passes for panties, the material already damp with her arousal.

"Fuck, you're so hot," you growl, your hand kneading the flesh of her ass. "I can't wait to feel this tight ass wrapped around my cock."

You hook your fingers into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down and exposing her completely. Lia gasps, arching her back further and presenting herself to you.

You can feel your cock throbbing, hard and ready. You rub the head of it against her ass, teasing her, letting her feel how much you want her.

"Tell me how much you want it," you demand, your voice low and rough with lust. "Tell me how badly you need my cock inside your ass."

Lia whimpers as she feels the head your cock knocking her backdoor. "Please.. collect your prize, fuck my ass, let me pay my debt to you.. I don't care who sees, I just need you to be inside me. Please baby, shove that massive dick deep in my ass and fuck me hard." Lia begs.

You grin wickedly, thrilled by Lia's wanton begging. "Since you asked so nicely," you growl, gripping her hips tightly.

With one hard thrust, you try bury your massive cock deep into Lia's tight ass. She cries out, a mix of pain and pleasure, her fingers scrabbling at the metal railing. "Fuck!" she screams, her voice echoing across the empty schoolyard downs below.

Even after the hot blowjob Lia's gave you, your cock still finding it hard to get inside her ass. From the hard thrust, your cock only able to get inside a quarter of its length. "Fuck.. your ass so tight Ms. Lia." you cursed, feeling how Lia asshole violently gripping your shaft.

Lia cries out again as you force your way deeper into her tight ass, her fingers digging into the metal railing. "Oh god, you're so big!" she whimpers, her body trembling and clenching around your invading cock.

You grit your teeth, gripping her hips tighter as you try to push more of your massive length inside her. "Fuck, you're gripping me so tightly," you grunt, feeling her asshole resist your advance.

Lia's moans grow louder, echoing across the empty schoolyard. "Please, go slow," she begs, her voice strained with a mix of pain and pleasure. "I've never done this before, and you're so fucking huge!"

You take a deep breath, trying to control yourself as you slowly push more of your cock into her tight heat. Inch by inch, you feel her asshole stretching around you, accommodating your thick girth.

"Fuck, I can feel every inch of your massive cock," Lia whimpers, her body shuddering as you bottom out inside her. "You're so deep in my ass, I've never felt so full before."

You stay still for a moment, letting her get used to the feeling of being so utterly stuffed with your hard cock. "You're doing so good, Ms. Lia," you murmur, your hand sliding up her back to cup her breast through her dress.

Lia takes a few deep breaths, trying to relax her body and adjust to the intense sensation of being so deeply filled by your massive cock. She can feel every throbbing inch of you pulsing inside her tight ass, stretching her in a way she's never been stretched before.

"Thank you," she whispers, a shudder running through her body as your hand cups her breast. "I feel so full, so complete with you inside me like this."

You can feel her nipple hardening through the thin fabric of her dress, and you can't resist giving it a gentle squeeze. Lia lets out a soft moan, arching her back to press her breast more firmly into your hand.

"That feels so good," she breathes, her hips starting to make small, instinctive circles against you. "I love having your cock deep in my ass, filling me up so completely."

You can feel Lia's body starting to relax, her asshole no longer gripping you quite so tightly. You know she's ready for more.

"Tell me how it feels," you murmur, your thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling her nipple through her dress as you begin to move your hips slowly, thrusting in and out of her tight asshole. "Tell me how much you love having your student's big cock buried deep inside your ass."

Lia lets out a long, low moan as she feels your cock sliding in and out of her tight asshole. "Oh god, it feels incredible," she gasps, her fingers tightening their grip on the railing. "I've never felt so full, so completely stuffed and stretched around a cock before."

She rocks her hips back to meet your thrusts, her body starting to move in rhythm with yours. "Having my student's massive dick buried deep in my ass is the most amazing thing I've ever felt," she confesses, her voice heavy with lust and desire. "I love the way it pulses and throbs inside me, the way it's reshaping my tight hole to fit your perfect cock."

Lia's moans grow louder and more wanton as you pick up the pace, fucking into her harder and deeper. "Fuck, just like that," she cries out, her asshole clenching and fluttering around your pistoning cock. "Claim your prize, baby. Fuck my ass like you mean it, show me who it belongs to."

"With pleasure Ms. Lia." You grinned and obliged her request, moving your hips more wildy than before, drilling into her ass.

Lia cries out in ecstasy, her voice echoing in the rooftop as you pound into her ass with wild abandon. "Yes, just like that!" she screams, her fingers scrabbling at the metal railing for support. "Fuck me harder, baby. Show me what a naughty teacher I've been for letting my student fuck my ass like this."

You can feel her asshole gripping you like a vice as you drill into her, the tight heat enveloping your cock and threatening to pull you in even deeper. Lia's moans grow louder and more desperate, her body shaking with the force of your thrusts.

"That's it, baby," she pants, her voice strained with pleasure. "Fuck your teacher's ass just like you wanted to. I'm your dirty little slut now, your personal ass fuck toy. Use me, baby, use me hard!

You slap Lia's jiggling ass cheek hard as it bounces against your crotch, leaving a red handprint on her skin. "Fuck, look at this ass, bouncing and shaking with every thrust," you grunt, slapping her ass again and again. "You're loving this, aren't you Ms. Lia? Loving the way my huge cock is wrecking your tight asshole, stretching it out and claiming it as mine."

Lia lets out a sharp cries as your hand keep makes contact with her ass, the stinging pain mixing deliciously with the intense pleasure radiating from her core. "Yes, yes I am!" she screams, her body jerking forward from the force of your slaps. When you stopped slapping her ass and moved your hands back to her hips, Lia's greedily pushing her ass back against you, desperate for more.

"Fuck, the way you're stretching me, filling me, owning me," Lia babbles incoherently, her eyes glazed over with lust. "I've never felt so used, so utterly claimed. My ass belongs to you now, baby. Only you can fuck me like this, make me scream and beg for more."

You can feel her asshole clenching and rippling around your pistoning cock, the tight muscles fluttering wildly as you continues to pound into her. Lia's moans reach a fever pitch, her voice raw and hoarse from screaming your name.

"Don't stop, please don't stop!" she wails, her body shaking uncontrollably as she teeters on the edge of a massive orgasm. "I'm so close, baby. Make me cum on your huge cock, fill me up with your hot seed. Please, please, please..."

You grunted as you feel Lia asshole gripping your cock more tightly than before. "Then cum for me you dirty slutty teacher," you growl, squeezing her hips harder as her asshole camping down on your pistoning cock like a vice.

"Milk my fucking cock with your greedy ass Ms. Lia, show me how bad you needed this. Cum all over my huge dick like the needy whore you are." you command, pounding into her harder and faster, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoing across the empty rooftop.

Lia throws her head back and screams as her orgasm crashes over her, her asshole clamping down on your cock like a vice. "FUCK, YES! I'M CUMMING!" she wails, her body convulsing uncontrollably as wave after wave of intense pleasure rips through her.

Lia's juices shoots from her pussy, splattering across the floor below the two of you fucking. Her asshole narrowed around your cock dramatically, the greedy muscles squeezing tightly in a way that almost push you over the edge.

"Fuck.. Ms. Lia!" Your cursed, your cock throbbing violently as your orgasm approaching fast.

Lia feel it too, she can feel how your cock throbs wildly inside her asshole. She turned her head, her face frown in pleasure as she looked at you with eyes full of lust. "I know you're so close baby. Fill me up please, I want to feel your hot cum flooding my ass, marking me as your dirty slut. Give it to me, baby, give me your fucking load!." She pushes her ass back again and again to met your frantic thrust.

Lia pulled her right hand from the railing to grab the back your neck to open up a kiss. Your tongues battled, huffed breaths ragging against each other, and moan after moan drown out by the hot kisses. Your thrust getting sloppier from the seconds by, you feel your cock are so close to hitting the finish line.

With a final, brutal thrust, you bury yourself to the hilt inside Lia's spasming asshole, your cock pulsing and throbbing as you erupt like a volcano. Your hot, thick cum flooding her tight asshole, painting her insides white.

Lia screams into your mouth, her body shaking and jerking as she feels your seed filling her up, marking her as yours. She swallows your moans, her tongue dancing with yours as you both ride out the intense waves of pleasure. Your hips jerk and twitch as your cock spurting jet after jet of cum deep into Lia's hungry ass. The walls of her ass clenched hard around your cock, milking every last drop of your essence.

Finally, with a shuddering gasp, you pull your mouth away from hers, both of you panting hard from the hard anal sex you just haved. Lia's eyes gazed you wistfully, and she gives you a lazy, satisfied smile. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse from screaming. "That was so good."

"Yeah, that was incredible," you pant, slowly pulling your softening cock out of Lia's well-fucked asshole. You watch in satisfaction as her gaping hole winks and flutters as streams of thick cum began to leaking out and dripping down to her trembling thighs.

"An A+ on that exam now feels really worth it, Ms. Lia," you smirk, giving her ass cheek a playful squeeze. "I've never cum that hard before. You're probably a natural-born anal slut, you know that?"

Lia blushes at your crude words, a mix of embarrassment and pride warring on her face. "I can't believe we just did that here," she murmurs, slowly straightening up and pulling her dress back down to cover her dripping ass. "If anyone had seen us..." She shakes her head, still in disbelief.

But then a wicked grin spreads across her face, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And I can't believe how much I loved it," she admits, turning to face you with a smirk of her own. "You've awakened something in me, something I didn't even know was there."

She steps closer, her hand reaching out to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing over your lips. "Maybe you're right," she whispers, her voice low and seductive. "Maybe I am a natural-born anal slut. And maybe..." She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "Maybe you'll help me explore all the naughty, dirty things I've been craving but never dared to try before."

"Well well, looks like that's an invitation for more, yeah?" You smirk confidently, your eyes roaming over Lia's disheveled yet sexy appearance. "But let's dress up first and get out from here, the sun's setting and I bet the school's about to lock up real soon."

Lia glances at the setting sun, the orange and pink hues painting the sky. She nods, realizing the time. "You're right, we should go," she agrees, and quickly straightens her dress, smooths out the wrinkles and pulled up her panties, trying to regain some semblance of her usual put-together appearance. She reaches up to fix her hair, but a few strands still frame her face in a just-fucked sort of way. You also picked up your pants that were on the floor and quickly put them back on.

As you both make your way to the stairs, Lia glances back at you with a playful smile. "I'm gonna grab my purse first, wait for me in the parking lot, I'll drive you home."

You smirk at her words, knowing exactly what's on her mind. "Sounds good, Ms. Lia," you bet that she will not drop you off home right away, she definitely gonna 'crashing' you somewhere else first.

Lia smirks knowingly at your smirk, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Don't get too ahead of yourself, you cocky boy," she teases, but there's a promise in her voice that makes it clear she thinks exactly what have you guessed. "Meet you at the car in 5 minutes."

With a sway of her hips, she disappears. You walk towards your class to grab your bag before finally making your way to the parking lot. The sun dips lower, casting long shadows across the empty lot as you wait by Lia's car, a sleek black sedan that matches her sophisticated yet sexy vibe.

As you lean against the car, you can't help but grin to yourself, already looking forward to your next 'study session' with your hot English teacher.

[syoddeye]

Absence. Price & Reader.

continuation of this. cw: referenced alcoholism a/n: this takes place in my perfect world where aa/na/etc. meetings aren't religious/militant/the worst. written for meee.

John’s absence doesn’t alarm you at first.

People miss meetings all the time. Life gets busy. Schedules shift. People find new groups. It happens.

You tell yourself that, a quiet reassurance before there’s even a cut of worry.

But when a second week passes without him, unease creeps in. Finds its voice. Gains traction in your head.

By the third week, you’re trying not to let it get under your skin, but too late, it’s there. A nagging itch you can’t scratch.

His number’s saved in your phone. You scroll past it more than once, thumb hovering, but you don’t call. Good boundaries and all that. You’re not responsible for him. You’re not in a position to be. You’re not a cop or a nark. It’s just…

You know what it’s like. To disappear and feel like no one’s noticed. And you can’t help but think—you’d want someone to call if it were you.

The thought hits harder than you expect, and it’s almost laughable how quickly your mind drifts to the old fix. How easy it would be to find the courage to call at the bottom of a glass. You can still taste it if you think too hard. Vodka and watered down cranberry juice to stretch the bottle over a weekend.

You don’t call. 

You don’t drink.

By the fourth week, that unease twists itself into a knot, heavy and tight in your stomach. You know how this goes. You’ve seen it. Lived it. A missed week turns into two, then three, and before anyone realizes it, someone’s vanished entirely. And when they come back—if they come back—it can bad. Really bad. Not always, but...

The thought simmers in the back of your mind every time you step into the hall, gaze instinctively flicking toward his usual spot. And every time, his chair stays empty.

Week after nail biting week.

Until tonight.

You’re shaking off the mist from your coat, already resigning yourself to another meeting wondering, when you catch it—

The coat. His coat. Draped over the back of his chair.

Your head snaps up, heart pounding. There he is.

John.

He’s at the table, setting out boxes of tea, pulling them from a bag clutched in one hand. Chatting quietly with Donovan, nodding along to something. Like he’s always been one to bring the tea. Like he hasn’t been gone for a month.

You freeze, gawking for a beat too long before you pull yourself together. Shrug off your coat and drift toward your usual spot, off to the side, blending into the background. You watch from the corner of your eye, phone in hand, pretending you’re not paying attention.

Then he turns, and…Oof.

He looks worn down.

His posture’s tighter, shoulders hunched in a way that makes him seem smaller despite his broad frame. The same heaviness in his eyes, tinged with dark circles, a tiredness settled deep into his bones. His skin’s a little sunburnt at the edges, a raw flush clinging to his neck and the bridge of his nose. For half a second, you almost let yourself believe he’s simply back from a long holiday—too much sun, too little sleep—but it doesn’t take. He looks like he’s been carrying the weight of the world, and wants to set it down.

He doesn’t say a word the whole meeting. Go fucking figure.

It shouldn’t bother you, but it does. A twinge of something sharp and irrational pricks at your patience. Anger, maybe. Or frustration. As if he’s wronged you—and the group—by holding his tongue for weeks, disappearing, and now coming back without so much as an explanation. You know better. You do. No one owes anyone their story. You can’t force someone to talk. They must be ready first.

You just thought you were friends. Were friendly. 

Stupid.

How idiotic, overestimating your place like you always do. 

In the end, though, you can’t help yourself.

After the meeting, while everyone’s folding chairs, you work up the nerve.

“Hey.” Soft, casual, like you’re not overly concerned. “Good to see you again.”

He gives a short nod. “Yeah.”

Silence stretches, heavy and awkward. You tread carefully.

“Been a while.”

“It has,” he says, this time with an edge to his words. A tired warning.

You hesitate, but you can’t let it go. “I was worried,” you admit, keeping your tone light, shrugging like it’s nothing. “Thought maybe…” You trail off, letting the unspoken fill the space. A bad move. Clumsy.

His jaw tightens, eyebrows knitting slightly, mouth curving down beneath his mustache. “I’m alright.”

A beat.

Then, as if realizing how brusque that sounded, he sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“Apologies. It’s been…”

“It’s alright.”

John finally looks up, meeting your gaze for the first time all night. There’s exhaustion etched in the lines of his face, trenches beneath his eyes. More visible now that you’re not looking at him from across the room.

“Work’s been hell. That’s all. Nothing…nothing like that.”

Relief washes through you, but it doesn’t sweep away the worry entirely.

“Bad enough to keep you away for a month?”

A tired smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “Bad enough.”

You don’t push further. Not tonight.

“Well, glad you’re back.”

“Yeah,” he echoes.

You wait a moment, just looking up at him. If he’s uncomfortable with your studying, he doesn’t show it. Doesn’t shift, doesn’t look away. He holds steady. Though, most people who come here are used to some level of scrutiny. Comes with the shit territory.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you finally ask, voice softer than you mean it to be.

John inhales through his nose, long and deep, then exhales just as slowly. His head shakes once. “Not particularly.”

“Okay,” you murmur.

When you part ways outside, you linger for a moment, watching as he tucks his hands into his pockets and heads off in the opposite direction. His shoulders seem a little less tight, his posture a little more relaxed. Yet the knot in your stomach doesn’t follow suit. Doesn’t unwind a bit.

Because you know what it looks like when someone’s carrying too much on their own.

And you are painfully aware that no matter how strong they are, how much they grit their teeth and bear it—everyone has a breaking point.

[helleboretea]

The Pitt ep 13 thoughts

Rewatching the episode so I can put together my thoughts 

I still fucking miss Collins and don’t know why she isn’t back yet (but also get that rest girl)

Dana keeping cops in check yes my queen

(The ER gifs have activated my ocd and I will now never go anywhere near a helicopter)

Night shift charge nurse Bridget we love to see you

Whitaker, my love, my sweet drowned rat, what the fuck are you doing to that clown? (lol, he isn’t scared of clowns, clowns are scared of him)

Mel has never been funnier, I love her trying to get a handle on the situation without freaking anyone out

Can I please marry Samira Mohan? Can I be her wife? I do believe seeing her smile everyday would heal all my trauma and depression 

Lupe and Kiara I’m so sorry my loves that this is your job today

That one person was right, Perlah dived over her patient when Langdon yells “gun”. Why does this show make me fall head over heels for all of its characters!?

Langdon still has his dad friendship bracelet on, and it’s come untucked, I hope there isn’t too much blood on it at the end of shift

When Langdon calls all clear, you can see he says it directly to Robby (I’m sobbing)

McKay doing what needs to be done, even if it threatens her probation. This show is just full of queen shit

Langdon still teaching as he goes

Mr Grayson better make it out okay

Whitaker holding out his hand and Donnie immediately putting gauze in it 

The decision to put the shooting victims wife in scrubs - how dare they

Ellis confirmed athlete 

I just can’t even with Jake and Leah 

Carmen with her clean underwear, I get you girl

Langdon with an overdose while checking in on Robby and Leah

It’s now moving too fast to have thoughts, except Dana and Abbot trying to hold up Robby while holding up a whole ER during a MCI, my loves

All of them standing over Mr Grayson and Samira stepping up (my heart eyes)

How dare you give us that hope of Leah having a pulse for that one second 

Mel my baby, your burn out is gonna be so bad. I can see what’s happening in that beautiful brain of yours

The woman with the shot arm is semi catatonic. Been there. Mel’s compassion and understanding is so important. How she wants to find her a quiet space. Sobbing again

Dana your eyes

Robby stop with your big brown eyes. Someone needs to hold him

Shooter or not, David is dangerous

Langdon also needs to stop it with his eyes

To be clear, Santos did try to get an attending or senior resident, no one would/could come, so she did what needed to be done. It’s a MCI, not an ordinary day

I wish Robby hadnt taken Jake to see Leah. I get it’s his stepson and he’s crashing out already, but her parents won’t even be given that opportunity until the FBI releases her body. It’s just not right and it made things worse. He needed to be the parent here

Abbot your autism is showing and I love it. Also love that he called out Santos and told her that what she did was badass and saved her life. Balance baby

Fuck you Jake, she got shot in the chest. You think Robby just chose not to save her? He’s seen what the ER looks like right now, seen the numbers of victims, ffs

Robby’s crashing out speech. Fuck me. Getting Jake out of the room because he CANNOT SEE WHATS ABOUT TO HAPPEN - oh I’ve fucking been there, why is this fucking show so fucking accurate 

[centrally-unplanned]

I've been watching Evangelion for the first time since my teens- which of the sequels/spinoffs/alternate endings would you say are worthwhile beyond the original show?

Hm, this is a good question! The answer is going to be very individual because most of the Evangelion additional content is varying degrees of wildly different from the original show? So it is really a question of "what genres do you like". And your tolerance for bullshit, because most of them aren't good.

I will assume End of Eva is just default-included in "the original show"? Just in case, if not obviously watch that. Otherwise I do think Sadamoto's manga adaptation is quite good - it is of course the "same" story, but tonally different enough to be fun while not so different that any Eva fan will probably get something out of it. Those are the "core" products one can start with.

Beyond that...

Where do you even start, you know?

Okay, so I think most people will say that none of the "big" spinoffs are like good-good. Your actual answer is probably none of them. But if you do wanna dig in, I think Girlfriend of Steel is a VN with a contained, coherent story that matches the tone of the original show pretty well? Sort of an alt-universe telling with a new girl in the mix who is essentially girl-Shinji (yeah, I know, isn't Shinji girl-Shinji? Life/Sadamoto finds a way):

The game is choppy in its presentation and ofc quite tropey, but it has heart, and gets more serious as it goes on.

I'm not gonna sit here and tell you that the shonen comedy manga Shinji Ikari Raising Project is, like, worth reading? But some people like it, I am sure. Gendo does Punch An Angel which kinda fucks:

Honestly I thought Campus Apocalypse was pretty neat? Alas the scans online are dial-up tier on quality, but if the idea of "Evangelion: but it is a noir school academy thriller" appeals to you it very much is that. And there is something inevitable to their being a version of Eva where they wield the Lance of Longinus like a person-sized polearm and the angels are hot goth guys:

Okay so I really like Princess Maker? Which Gainax made by the way, that is often forgotten - pre-Eva while Gainax's animation division was burning cash their video game side hustle kept the lights on. So Gainax took advantage of the synergy and made the Ayanami Raising Project - and Asuka Supplement Project to boot! Which is an incredibly cheap knock-off where you take our two main girls and plan out their days and grow their stats and abuse your inexplicable position of power over them to date them and dress them up in adorable outfits which is all I have ever really wanted:

These images ofc are from the supplemental artbook and strategy guide, which yes I do own - you asked for my opinion, I didn't fucking ask for yours, okay?

There are one million more of these things, I haven't read/watched/played most of them - when it comes to Eva you kinda just gotta grab one at random and dive in, see what happens. Go download a PS3 emulator, grab a ROM for Misato Katsuragi's Reporting Plan, and see if listening to her voice-synth reading the actual news to you while you spin her rendered polygon model around to give yourself an upskirt shot does anything for you:

Can't be any worse than the fucking Rebuilds.

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

I'm going to need Joe and Storm picking up reader at the airport and they're both like "don't EVER leave us again"

Airport Reunions--A 'Roll for Initiative Blurb'

Series Masterlist

Complete Masterlist

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Joe’s not shocked when his phone shows a preview for the text and it states, 6 attachments. There’s been periodic dumps from the vacation--food, beaches, skylines of the night life, videos of you shouting loudly over the music thumping, you in the best dressed, the silly selfies. Joe’s hoard of them grows, each time you send him a collection of photos, he downloads them all without even looking at him. 

In an instant. 

“Boy, you ain’t even look at the pictures yet to know which ones to save,” Ja’Marr cackles, watching from the left of Joe. 

“Keep your eyes on your fucking cards and not my phone,” Joe huffs in return, turning the screen so Ja’Marr can’t see. 

Tee laughs from across the table, slapping down yellow seven to the stack. Ja’Marr goes back to his hand to look through what he can play and it gives Joe just enough time to look. The first one is of the beach, a video follows of you and your friends working together to build a sand castle, the third picture stops Joe instantly, setting his cards face down on the table and he scoots back. 

Ja’Marr and Tee laugh. “What you got there? A bathing suit picture? The way that man scoot back like it was a fire,” Tee ribs--a bright smile dancing over his face. 

And they’re not wrong. It is a picture of you, kissed in the sunlight, water running along your chest, a teasing smile on your face like you knew exactly what you were doing when you snapped the picture of yourself. Joe chews at his lip, feels the groan bruising at his ribs, aching to come out. 

I think I went into cardiac arrest, Joe types in as a reply to the picture. His heart hasn’t stopped pounding, even as he goes through the rest of the pictures his brain doesn’t compute what they are because all he can see is the trail of that water droplet down your collarbones, wanting to lick it of your sun kissed skin. 

Adding life alert to the cart as we speak. 

“Oh, fuck off,” he grumbles at your reply and Ja’Marr and Tee are still cackling, howling at their own jokes about his response. The smell of the grill still wafts around them, a soft smell now that they’ve eaten nearly an hour ago--at Joe’s insistence to use the device semi-regularly now that he owns it and the weather is nice. 

“Man is out here hurting without his baby,” Ja’Marr laughs, wiping at the corner of his eyes. “Twin coming back. Don’t get your boxers in a bunch. You pick ‘em up tonight.”

Life alert cannot save you from what I’ve got planned, Joe retorts over text to you.  

Your reply is near immediate, the grainy meme of a referee that reads, “Unnecessary horiness 15 yards.” But your reply is far from shock, or even repulsion, Ready to play dirty?

Joe is beyond ready to play dirty, but he’s thinking about how the bed’s not going to feel so big without you. Storm passes around them, Joe feels his fur against his ankles. Storm settles under the seat, the shade of Joe’s body probably more than welcomed from the wave of warm weather. It’s going to be nice to have you back, to hold you in his arms again. 

“Joke me all you want,” Joe murmurs, noticing the Draw 2 on top of the deck. He picks up his deck and adds a green Draw 2 to the stack. “I’m locked down happily. How’s your love life again, Ja’Marr?”

“Oh, so you trying to fight now, huh?” Ja’Marr cackles. Tee adds a red Draw 2 and Ja’Marr sucks his teeth, but that doesn’t stop him from taking the six cards. “That shit ain’t funny. Y’all just fucking sore ass losers. And Official Uno rules say that shit is illegal.”

“Oh, now you wanna play by the official rules?” Tee teases. “Who’s the sore loser now?”

Joe loops the airport three times until his phone shakes and he sees the text from you. He settles in front, placing his hazards on. Storm meows from the back, inside the carrier to keep him as safe as possible. “They’re on the way, buddy.”

It’s a risky play, Joe knows it as he slips out of the front door and slips Storm free from the carrier but no sooner than Joe can get upright, the front doors slide open again. “Look at my boys.”

Joe turns to your voice, relieved to see you--safely returned home and smiling. The suitcase rolls against the concrete. He hears it but all Joe focuses on is you, the twinkle of your laugh, how you slot so perfectly against him, how Storm purrs between the both of you, climbing to your shoulder. How you feel so much like home, if home could ever be a person, could ever be a feeling. This would be Joe’s home, to have you in his arms, to inhale the sweet scent of you, to keep you wrapped up in the hug. This is home and damn anything that tries to get in the way. 

“God, it’s good to have you back,” he whispers. 

“Oh, did you two miss me or something?”

Joe laughs at the way Storm nuzzles into your neck. “Yeah, or something like that. I think he missed you more.”

“I missed my boys too.”

The luggage is easy to slip into the trunk. It’s easy to ease back out into the road, to takes all the turns and exits he needs to get you all three back home. Storm settles into your lap. Joe slips his hand to your knees, thumb brushing over the material of your sweatpants, thick enough to hide away he bumpy texture of the joint, but not thick enough to hide away the warmth of your skin. 

“Looks like you had plenty of fun?”

“I did,” you return to the question. “Remind me to never drink dark rum ever again though.”

“What happened on dark rum?”

“I danced on a table top in a bar.”

His laughter is sharp, rumbling in his chest as Joe risks a glance over to you. The two of you didn’t party hard in college, a couple outings. Partying was nice, but Joe was almost always out with the team. He’s seen you out before, but a drink or two at most. But it’s not a far enough image--how a couple more drinks deep into the night, a song you love blaring over the speaker and some poor wooden table as your stage.

“Please tell me you have a video.”

“I do, hon. I do.”

The sound of his nickname makes his chest warm. The space feels lived in around him again. Joe feels lived in, warm, and complete again.

[stardustalien]

okay so if you’re main take away from the girls deciding to do ritualistic cannibalism to honour ben’s death was that “they’re beyond salvation now” and “evil”, i beg of you go watch a different show

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

rewatching 13s era for me is not so much diminishing returns as it is something opposite and eviler...............increasing losses? increasing losses

[s0dium]

𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘

A/n: For all my weird tumblr smut AO3 girls Synopsis: No one expects the weird girl to have such a good pussy. Warnings: Male whimpering, squirting, pussy drunk men, pervert y/n, unprotected sex

No one suspects the weird girl to be a perverted fiend.

No one suspects the weird girl who reads AO3 and Tumblr on the bus and has key chains of their favorite chibi anime guy. No one suspects the girl who fumbles over their words during a presentation, the girl who goes to classes in sweaters and sweatpants, the girl who spends her time daydreaming about fictional scenarios. No one suspects the girl who always seems shy and sweet, only to have a secret stash of explicit fanfiction hidden on her phone, the kind that would make even the most confident person turn red.

And of course, no one expects the weird girl to have such good pussy.

So when the confident, smooth-talking guy gets you in his bedroom, how the hell is it possible that he is trembling from pleasure just from slipping his tip in?

"Fuck, I c-can’t—" he groans, his voice breaking as he stumbles over the words. His usual cool demeanor is completely shattered, replaced with breathless gasps and desperate sounds. His head is thrown back, neck taut, and his eyes are screwed shut like he’s trying to hold onto every ounce of composure, terrified that if he opens them, the mind-numbing pleasure coursing through him will slip away. Every time your pussy squeezes around his aching dick his body trembles uncontrollably, muscles tensing and relaxing in waves as he tries to keep himself together.

"Look at me," you coo, your voice steady despite the pounding of your own heart. You may be practically a virgin, but you're by no means an idiot. Hours of reading smut, scrolling through Twitter porn threads, and indulging in endless fantasies have taught you more than you'd ever admit. You've spent too many nights alone, lost in stories and scenes where you imagined yourself in control, learning every filthy detail in your mind until it felt like second nature. So now, laying here with him unraveling over you, you're anything but inexperienced.

He locks eyes with you, big and desperate and you cup his perfect face with trembling hands.

"You're mine tonight ok?" you whisper, bringing him in just enough for your breath to tickle his lips, your voice low and dripping with confidence you didn't know you had. "Every sound, every breath—your mine."

"F-fuck, y-yeah I'm yours" he groans, accentuating his words with a sharp thrust right into your cervix, knocking the wind out of you.

"Mmm!" You cry. It’s painful, but in the pain is so much pleasure. He presses his forehead against yours as he slides in and out of you, gripping the sheets with his supporting hand as your hot, wet entrance swallows his cock. Instinctively, you're cunt squeezed around the foreign intrusion, trying to push it out, making him let out a low groan of his own as he thrusts even deeper into you. 

“Y/n I-I can feel you doing it to me,” he says hoarsely.

His fingers gently press into the skin of your hip, guiding and steadying you as he pulls back and thrusts into you. The sudden friction and collision with your G-spot makes your brain go fuzzy. Ticklish pleasure courses through your veins and you immediately throw your head back against the wall as he rams into you.

"Hnghh, s-so good~~" You whine. It was dizzying, the curvature of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, scraping against your vaginal walls every time he backed his hips up.

Simultaneously, his other hand sought yours, finding it with a purposeful tenderness. His fingers intertwined with yours, locking them together in a grip that was both a clasp and a caress.

"Were we doing it like this in your head baby?" He grunts, his Adam apple bobs as he groans from the pleasure of how fucking heavenly your pussy feels. "Because this is how we were doing it in mine." He felt good? Try euphoric. How could it be possible that pussy feels this good?

You can't even open your mouth to respond. The friction of his dick against your walls is just too good and as his pace intensified, a dizzying warmth spread through you, filling every corner of your being with a euphoric haze. The sensation of being completely enveloped, utterly connected, sent electric flesh arrows of pleasure through your body, making your eyes flutter and roll back slightly in sheer bliss. Every motion he makes, every time his fat tip collides with your cervix, leaves behind a trail of sparkling heat that seems to light you from within.

And of course, no one expects the weird girl to be a squirter.

You don't know whats happening and you don't have enough to warn him. Release washed over you in an all-encompassing wave, radiating out from your core to the very tips of your fingers and toes. It swept through you like a storm, leaving a trail of starbursts in its wake. Your body arched instinctively, clinging to him as the wave crested, then gently, slowly, began to ebb.

He stills his motion and watches through wide eyes as clear liquid sprays onto his abdomen and you tremble and moan. As you floated back down from the heights of bliss, your breath came easier, softer, the lingering aftershocks of pleasure pulsing gently through you.

"Why did you stop?" You whisper.

Sukuna, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro

#weirdgirlpussy

[wild-jackalope]

NSFW links

Including :: Satoru, Choso, Kento, Toji, Sukuna, Yuji, Megumi, Toge, Yuta.

warning :: everything sex.

note :: can you guess who my favs are? All characters are of age.

Satoru Gojo

how he moans — He’s so damn cocky and breathy. Gasping whenever you brush over his sensitive spots, deep chuckling at every cute face you make. You couldn’t make him shut up even if you wanted to, he’s always going to be in your ear telling your what a good girl you are and letting you hear just how amazing your pussy feels.

he just won’t latch off your tit — when you’re riding him he has perfect access to your beautiful tits, how could you expect him not to suck them? He knows you love it when he can feel your cunt flutter around his cock.

he can barely control himself when you first have sex — he’s been waiting so long to have you like this, sitting naked on top of him. He might usually be smooth but now all he can think about is making sure he gives you a good fuck.

vanilla — sometimes vanilla sex is the best kind. He just loves the sight of you riding him with he idly play with your tits. So what if he wants it all the time?

videos — Satoru knows how flushed your get when he sends you videos of him jerking off and moaning your name. He’s away all the time, so he knows it’s the best reminder that he’s coming back to fuck you soon.

joining the mile high club — you’ve fucked almost everywhere. Almost. A plane now happens to fall upon that list.

Choso Kamo

how he moans — chanting please and curses. He’s a sensitive man, so they come out easily when you fuck him. Even when he’s the one on top, driving his cock deep into your soaking chasm, he still moans sweetly. He just loves you so, so much and you make him feel so fucking good. He can’t deny you the sound of his pleasure even if he wanted to.

treating him well — he goes so red in the face when you kiss him while palming his dick. Each time your lips reach his neck he shivers, so happy to have someone treat him so well it’s almost euphoric. Of course he’s stuttering “W-What about you?” Just make out with him until he sees stars.

foreplay — feeling your naked body against his, having his hands slide through your hair and lips move fluidly against yours makes him yearn for you in ways he didn’t know was possible, sure he was already hard the moment you touched him but now he’s aching and twitching for you, leaking pre cum.

he’s so big, but you take him — Choso is always slow, making sure you adjust to the feeling of him being inside you. He kisses your cheek and neck, mumbling praises. ‘You’re too big, Cho.’ You grunt, holding onto his arm. He shakes his head, disagreeing. ‘You’re the perfect size for me, my love, you take me in so perfectly. So well.’

Kento Nanami

how he moans — so lazy and deep. He just can’t stop praising you, loves to tell you how perfect you are between aimless grunts and breathy exhales. He’s a composed man, always aware of how good he’s making you feel so he’s never too lost in his own pleasure to moan so loudly, he’s quiet (unless you’re sucking him till he cums down your throat, then you’ll hear the best of his grunts).

he knows exactly how to get you crying for him — He might never openly admit it, but Kento is obsessed with your meek little moans and he knows playing with your pussy is the best way to squeeze them out of you.

perfect house wife — domestic life makes his heart truely happy, so when he comes home to you wearing nothing but an apron it makes his dick happy too. He just has to touch you and tell you you’re the perfect wife.

playing with you in front of a mirror — he enjoys seeing you quiver and your face scrunch up when he toys with your pussy, in front of a mirror means he can see it all perfectly.

Toji Fushiguro

how he moans — you have to be doing one hell of a good job to get this man to shut his mouth and moan for you. He’s a dirty talker, not a moany little sub. Still, his grunts are quiet and gruff. He’s most loudest when he slides into your gummy pussy for the first time and when he cums inside you.

favourite position — he just loves to pull you onto his cock. After a while, your legs begin to shake so he has to hold you upright and that’s how he knows you’re about to cum. Missionary comes in close second, just because he loves to feel you claw his back.

hate sex — you’re both pissed at each other, so what better way to rid yourself of your anger than to fuck it out? Straddle him, don’t give him the chance to top you, slap and ride him till he cums. Then maybe he’ll learn to respect you more.

when he tells you to ride his face, he means ride it — his lazy ass still wants you to do all the work, rolling your hips against his stunted tongue. He’s grinning, loving the moans you work out of yourself.

the only time he begged for it — you had been sending him some pretty saucy picture whilst he was away. It had been weeks since the two of you fucked and he wanted to see more of you’re perfect body. ‘I want to hear you beg’ you sent, then received a video from him.

Sukuna

how he moans — deep, deep moaning. The type of moan that hides a growl in the back of his throat as it rumbles against your chest. There are times he can get a little breathy, but he’s confident and never loses his cool. He mostly talks you through sex, so you’ll mainly hear grunts between his filthy dirty talk. Sometimes you swear you can hear a bit of Yuji coming through when he moans.

learn to shut your mouth while he fucks you — he calls you brat for a reason, because you love to talk back. When his hand wraps around your throat, you only have room to gasp for breath which is how he prefers you.

gently touching you after sex — post-sex is often when Sukuna is the sweetest. He admires your body, gently grazing his sharp nails over your skin and watching you retract at the tickling touch.

messy sex — there have been times where Sukuna burns for you, needing you in every possible way. He needs your scent, your skin, your hair, your body, your voice. He craves you, leading to a rough and messy quickie that’ll leave you utterly raw.

he has no patience — sure, he might like the idea of watching your fuck yourself on his cock, but in practice you’re much too slow. He needs to fuck you at his own pace, not let you work yourself off agonisingly slow.

keep quiet, brat — you need to learn to control your voice, but no matter how many times he tells you off you just keep hollering his name. So he decides to smack his hand over your mouth to cover up the noise.

even when you’re on top, you’re still a bottom — you were so excited when Sukuna agreed to let you top him. Although you were suspicious that he grunted a ‘yes’ so quickly, you didn’t read too much into it. Only when he had your hands bound behind your back, fucking up into your cervix did you understand he would never let you dominate him.

Yuji Itadori

how he moans — loud and messy. Once Yuji feels your cunt sucking him in the rest of the world disappears. All he can babble out are swears and compliments on how hot you are, how good you make him feel, how much he loves you. If the sex is softer (which is hardly the case), he can maintain composure a little better. He still grunts and swears, but at least the neighbours won’t hear.

favourite position — the way your ass collides with his hips and the defined arch of your back is like a work of fucking art. The sound of your moans muffling into his pillow is something he thinks about all the time. He just hates that he can’t see your perfect face, so please look back at him while he fucks you.

He waited all day to fuck you — you had been riling him up since the early morning; grazing your hand over his thigh and crotch, texting him lewd things, whispering sweet things in his ear. The moment you two got home he cornered you from behind, pressing lustful kisses to your neck and stripping you of your clothes until you both were naked and he had laid you over him.

cant get enough of your butt — he just loves your curves, flat or fat he admires you either way. Planting sweet kisses and mumbling how you were ‘built to make him hard’, whatever that means. He just runs his mouth when it comes to your body.

loves seeing you have fun riding him — the way you playfully hold his hand while you grind into his hips, or the way you break into a laugh when he grabs for your boobs, he just loves to see you have fun, especially on his dick.

no condom? — he’s always forgetting to buy condoms, you guys fuck like bunnies, how is he supposed to remember how many you two use up? You refuse to have a pregnancy scare, so you’ll just fuck him over layers of clothes.

Megumi Fushiguro

how he moans — Megumi starts off pretty balanced, but when things start to get intense he fluctuates between high and whiny to low and gravely (he’s especially embarrassed about moaning so high, so he tries to hold it back). He also doesn’t particularly enjoy being vocal, but a few physical and verbal prompts from you will get him in your ear.

you asked so nicely — he tells you he’s close and that he’s gonna cum, and how could he resist the urge to fill you up when you ask him so kindly to cum inside you? He’s surprised, but when you beg again he knows he can’t deny your sweet request.

nervous to touch you — he isn’t used to much physical affection, but he wants to touch you so badly. He loves to hear your gasps when his hands start to wander, so despite not being exactly sure what to do he’s eager to learn and memories the feeling of your body.

so kind to your cunt — the way he drags his tongue across your wet lips, making his saliva mix with your slick and creating a sloshy noise each time he repeats the motion. His narrow eyes gaze up at you, watching you throw your head back before closing and letting his sense of taste take over.

fucking you slowly — he’s never ruthless, especially when you want him to be. He moves his hips at his own pace, playing with your clit and enjoying the way you squirm for more.

Toge Inumaki

how he moans — He makes up for the lack of talking by grunting deliciously each time you make him feel good. The louder he is, the better you’re doing and the closer he is to cumming. Even when the focus is on you he’s still making noise, grunting each time you grind against his tongue, or tighten around his fingers.

sucking you sweetly — it’s pretty clear Toge has an oral fixation by the way he sucks your neck, your pussy and especially your tits. He especially loves your boobs, so they get special treatment.

pause your game — ‘I’m busy’ you say, that is until he’s parted your legs, hot breath patting your clothes sex. You try to keep playing, just to tease him further but his mouth feels so good that you can’t help moan and watch him eat you out. You’ll finish the level another day.

payback — you come over to spend time with him, only to be met with the back of his gaming chair. You’ll just have to give him the same treatment he gave you when you were too busy for him.

helping hand — leaning against his naked chest, going weak against him as he rubs your clit, occasionally dipping his fingers inside your pussy.

Yuta Okkotsu

how he moans — loud, weak moans. He’s so sensitive, he can’t help but whine in your ear as you fuck him. It’s not like he’s embarrassed either, Yuta loves to lose himself in your pussy and let you know how good it feels. You tell him he deserves to feel this good and it makes him sob pathetically.

shivering underneath your grip — he’s just too sensitive, you might go slowly for him just so he can relax but your skin is so soft, you’re gripping him so firmly and your breath hits his cheek. It’s all too overwhelming that he can’t help but tremble.

next best thing — you weren’t planning to end up fucking Yuta, but the two of you had gotten so heated whilst kissing. Neither of you had brought any condoms, so you decided to give him the next best thing and grind your pussy onto his cock whilst he moaned your name.

you fit perfectly on top of him — nothing else can compare to your lips moving like honey against his whilst his cock sits safe and warm in your pussy.

[partiallysame]

Price's lil wife Shenanigans

Thank you @goatgoesmbe for this idea

"And for any argument really. Even silly stuff how Price jokingly tutted when you heat your tea in microwave like- he would gladly make a new one, you have a kettle

Without question, the others immediately take your side and defend your microwaved tea. Despite Price knowing full well they used to mock people who do that. They would just go 180° with their opinion for you."

The tea thing yes yes yes. During a helicopter ride or something all geared up, Gaz leaned over to ask how The (their) Missus was and Price muttered that he found out you make your tea in the microwave when he’s not around to do it. All of them audibly groaned, Ghost clutching his lil brit heart at the idea. What are you? a monster? Tea without a kettle? That's the behavior of a true criminal. Untilll they were all over at the house again and they watched you place your cup into the microwave to heat it up and Price is rubbing his face in his hands. 

“Woman for christ’s sake the kettle is right there.”

“Ya but this is faster and it tastes the same.” Price turns to his men looking for back up because No. No it does not taste the same. Their captain is staring at them, but behind him is you. Staring so sweetly. Genuinely confused as to why its such a big deal. 

“Think it tastes good both ways.” Garrick is the first to speak up.

“Maybe even better when you get your tea faster.” Soap adds. The men slowly stepping closer to you and away from Price.

“I always make my tea that way. Not a big deal cap’n” Ghost’s final addition is the nail in Price’s coffin. Turning to see your smug ass face, surrounded by his men. Traitors. Absolute traitors. 

The next time they’re at the base and Riley goes to make tea, pulling the kettle out of the cupboard, Price snatches it aways. 

“No No Lieutenant. Make it like you always do. In. the. Fucking. Microwave.” Standing arms crossed waiting for Ghost to have some sort of comeback. His eyes darting to Soap and Gaz, knowing that if he makes his tea in the kettle they would snitch to you for sure. Fuck. Worth it tho.

[catboybiologist]

The year is 2030.

At the Cincinnati stop of her "world tour", Taylor Swift ends her set. As she walks off the stage, she leans into a nearby mic and says "oh by the way, I'm lesbian".

She's still milking a public relationship with a man named Chett Whitesman, so this is met with a combination of cheers and confusion. Immediately, the media mobilizes. They have to intercept her before she gets onto her private jet, and ambush her for an interview. Luckily, this has become much easier these days. Since the release of her 2027 album, "The Carbon Emissions of my Heart", T Swizzle has performed a ritual sacrifice of an endangered species on live camera every time she boards her jet, a #girlboss way of saying that her emotional pain can only be healed by the tortured screams of drowning polar bears.

(Since this practice started, a devoted faction of Swifties have started a carbon negative algae farming commune, with the express intent of negating taytay sweezie's contributions to climate change. Apparently "her tortured soul deserves to pollute without guilt". They haven't even come close to their goals.)

Taytor Twift is intercepted after this ritual, as she's walking up the steps of her plane. When asked what the lesbian statement was about, she nonchalantly says "oh, I thought it was clear that was a joke. Anyways, G T G!" , before biting into the still beating heart of an emperor penguin.

During her flight, discourse on the newly renamed twitter-X-ElonIsExtremelyVirile Corp goes nuclear like it never has been before.

There's a camp of swifties thoroughly convinced that her relationship with Chett is all a beard so that she can still keep touring in the New Christian Republic of Florida, and the interview at the plane was deepfaked.

A different camp of Swifties feels insulted and betrayed that she would be anything less than a paragon of allyship. To them, this is the worst slight the queer community has ever experienced.

A third camp of Swifties insists that she *is* dating Chett, and is also a lesbian. They get insulted that anyone would police Taylor's labels. Comparisons to the Boulder, Colorado shooter are made.

A group of non Swifties tries to point out that everyone is fucking insane and that 'ole taytay regularly tear gases pride rallies to make way for her promenade to stadium venues, and who the fuck cares about this shit and point out that what a billionaire celebrity does for five minutes of PR is not worth your attention or discourse, nor does it warrant harassing other people for the labels *they* use, and isn't it really fucked up that Taylor is making a joke of how people describe their identities? They are promptly doxxed, harassed, and banned.

Bi lesbian discourse is off the charts. Nothing Taylor said has anything to do with it, but it happens anyways.

A lone transsexual who actually goes outside once in a while tweets "hey guys isn't it kinda fucked up that 2.4 billion people have been displaced by mega storms this year that her jet contributes to and is also specifically designed to fly over" and is promptly doxxed and harassed off the platform.

After an exhausting 9 minute plane ride, Tailing Swiffer lands in Columbus for the next performance of her world tour. She unveils a new single that contains the line "ride my horse after dumping him, stepping up onto my SAD dle".

All is forgotten. All is quiet. The Swifties continue as usual, moving on to the next discourse about these lyrics.

[reignpage]

The JJK men as your boyfriend: their likes

Gojo - Likes being the first thing you see in the morning

You’re deep in sleep, snoozing life away, when you feel something tickle your nose. Heavy eyes opening ever so slightly, a frown grazes your lips. Satoru’s holding a feather in front of your face. Lying on his side with his head propped up by his arm, you almost resist the urge to shove him off the bed. 

“Morning, pretty lady.”

He’s got a shit-eating grin. The kind that tells you he’s been doing this for a while, anticipating, with little patience, your reaction and boy oh boy are you living up to it. 

“What the fuck, Toru?” You croak. “Why?”

Shrugging, he tickles your nose one more time before you snatch the feather and throw it in his face. It just skims his skin ever so slightly and you both watch the damn thing flutter so gracefully down onto the sheets. His grin widens. “You were snoring and I’ve been up for ages so I wanted to wake you, duh.”

“Why the fucking feather? Why not just call out my name like a normal person?”

A peck lands on your nose and you wrinkle it. He pouts. 

“Because it’s sensual and intimate.”

Well, that answers none of your questions. Despite yourself, you nuzzle against his chest, thumping your forehead against his heart. In turn, he wraps a solid arm around you. “I was having a good dream.”

“Yeah? I had a good dream too. Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine; whoever had the lamer dream cooks breakfast,” he mutters against your hair. “And just to warn you, baby, my dream had dragons.”

Rolling your eyes, you fire back, “Dragons are so lame. My dream had unicorns and aliens.”

“Unicorns and aliens? Well then, I should get started on the eggs, shouldn’t I?” 

Geto - Likes to have you with him wherever he goes

“Are you sure I should be here?”

A cult-meeting’s in progress and you’re sat, rather comfortably, on Suguru’s lap. All eyes are on you. You feel the heat of every stare and glare, and you can do nothing but take it. They don’t want you here. They think you’re a distraction, a pretty little thing, sure, but also a symbol of mockery to their cause. You grimace. 

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, seems to think all is well. His chin rests on top of your head and he holds you in place the way one holds a cat firmly in their arms — he even pets you here and there like you’re genuinely soothing him.

“Of course,” he reassures you. “You can be wherever you want to be and no one can say a thing about it. Isn’t that right?”

The hall is filled with a cacophony of agreements from every follower; none of them would ever want to get on his bad side, after all. And you won’t lie: it is quite nice to be involved. 

Nothing could ever feel wrong when he’s holding you so good. Warm, firm and smelling like home, there really isn’t anywhere you’d rather be than by him, or rather on him. He lays a kiss on your shoulder and cheek sporadically through the duration of the meeting, whenever he needs a reminder of what he’s doing this all for and what he’ll get to reward himself with after. 

“Thank you, pretty girl,” he whispers in your ear.

Leaning into his embrace, head resting on his shoulder, you smile, even as everyone can do nothing but watch. Sometimes you needed to remind Suguru that your love is unconditional, that he needn’t work for it, that by virtue of him being who he is, you love him more than anything. You’re more than happy to remind him as often as he needs, of course, but one can’t help but wish he would always know and never doubt it. 

Choso - Likes being praised

Staring at you with wide, expectant eyes, your boyfriend fiddles with a lock of his hair. “I threw out the trash.”

You look up from your book to spare him a glance. “Oh?”

“Yeah! And I also cleaned the bathroom and vacuumed the carpet.”

“That’s nice.”

Hearing, rather than seeing, his heart plummet to the ground and rest six feet under, you know he’s about to start hyperventilating. Choso has a penchant for overreacting; a sad scene appears on TV and he’s sobbing, someone bumps into you and he’s rolling his sleeves, and when you don’t reward him?

Oh, he’s already thinking of what boxes to put his things in. 

Clearing his throat, he tries again and, with a much more transparently hurt tone, wonders, “Did I do something to upset you?”

“Hmm?” You flick to the next page. “Not really.”

Then, sensing you’re not going to cave any time soon, he gets up and gathers a broom. He’s brushing the floor with much more gusto, exaggerated movements and grunts of exhaustion. You suppose you really shouldn’t be so mean, but he makes it so easy — the man wears his heart on his sleeve. 

A devastated expression meets your gaze over the book and you sigh. “Alright, alright. Thank you for working so hard, Cho. You’ve done a great job and I’m proud of you. Come and give me a kiss.”

The broom falls with a thud and then you’re being pinned to the sofa by a heavy body. He kisses your face all over, missing your lips much more often than he’d like but he’s laughing against your skin. You laugh too, book set aside carefully. 

“Can I show you the little swan I folded out of a towel? I named it after you!”

Yeah, this time he’s looking for much more than a kiss. Clever boy. 

Toji - Likes to be alone with you

“Let’s get outta here already,” he growls. 

The big guy’s been bothering you since you two got to the bar. He moaned about how crowded it is, how dim the lights are, and how ‘these pricks’ are ‘dumb as hell’ and he hopes ‘they get ran over.’

You’ve smacked him so many times, warning him to ‘shut the fuck up,’ that your hand is actually hurting. Each time, he would just roll his eyes and then grab the back of your head, smashing his lips onto yours, shoving his tongue inside to get a taste of you, and then letting go to gulp a whole pint of beer. 

“Toji, we’ve been here twenty minutes.”

He shoots you a look that says, ‘So?’

Hands wandering, you shake out of his grip and embrace a friend. For ten minutes, you leave him leaning against a wall with a dark air about him, intimidating the other patrons so much so that, when passing him, they leave a wide berth and speed-walk. 

You sigh. He’s being really well-behaved and you know it’s because he knows how much you’ve been looking forward to catching up with friends from all over town. So, he grips his glass, threatening to shatter the damn thing, and keeps his mouth shut.

But you also feel restless. You too want to go home.

Strolling up to your man, he opens his arms out and you slot into him like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Then, pecking his prickly chin, you concede, “Okay, Toji baby, let’s go home.”

You’re picked up and snatched away into the cold of the night faster than you, or anyone else in the bar, can process. 

“About fucking time, ma. God, had me wanting to blow my head out.”

He takes you home, stripping you of your filthy outside clothes and throws you onto the bed, climbing up your naked body, laying kisses here and there, and then…slumps on top of you. The deep, satisfied groan that comes from him vibrates against your ribcage and you don’t bother telling him off for stealing your breath.

“That’s more like it,” he whispers against your neck. “Good to be home.”

Nanami - Likes pampering you (he gets husband status automatically)

Lying down on the sofa with a cold face mask, watching TV and eating popcorn on a Friday night with your hunk of a husband is what life is all about. 

You’ve got your feet on his lap and he’s massaging the hell out of them. He’s got the hands of an angel, you swear. “Oh, God, Ken. That’s perfect. Ngh! Yes, right there, oh! Uh, yes, yes, yessss, so good. So so sooooo good.”

He chuckles. Glasses off and wet hair pushed back, he’s the poster picture of a house-husband, especially with the matching face mask and pyjamas on him. Continuing his ministrations, he warns, “Sweetheart, I’m glad I have the potential to quit my day job and be a masseuse, but you really should hold off on those pornographic sounds.”

“Behave, Kento. I’m trying to watch my show.”

Pressing hard on a particular knot, you gasp. His innocent smile is too cute to get mad at. And when he playfully scolds, “It’s you who should behave, honey.”

“Ah! Ow, Ken!”

The bastard’s bitten your big toe. He actually bit you. Pulling your feet away from him and his rumbling laughter, you sit criss-crossed on the sofa, protesting against him. 

“Oh, sweetheart. Don’t be mad at me. I just couldn’t help myself,” he confesses in between chuckles. Hands reach for you, manoeuvring you with expert skill and wondrous strength onto his lap. From here, he massages your shoulders instead, thumb rubbing out the tension in your shoulder blades. “Instead of this show, why don’t we lay down some towels on the bed and have a full body massage, hmm? I’ll get the candles — the ones you like. How does that sound, darling?”

Your husband isn’t just sexy; he’s a sweet-talker. “Won’t you be tired from all this massaging? I think I should be massaging you, if anything.”

With your hand in his, he lifts it and lays a gentle kiss on the cold band on your finger. Sincerity lacing every word, he promises, “Whatever makes you happy, makes me happy. So be a good wife and let me spoil you.”

Sukuna -  Likes enabling you

���And then she shoved me! She actually shoved me. Can you believe that?”

The King hums, fingers playing with a lock of your hair. 

“She’s got an ugly soul, Kuna. Mark my words. That woman is gonna end up in the bad place and even the devil will turn his nose up at her.”

You’re in the garden, head laid on his lap as you both lounge on a wooden bench he had built for you after you complained about needing a place to sit. For, what seems to be, hours now, you’ve been complaining about some girl you know. 

“Like, who does she think she is? Seriously. She’s deranged.” It’s petty drama, you know that, and so does he, but the anger in your face and in your movements suggests otherwise. But even though you’re making a fuss over practically nothing, he doesn’t interrupt. “I should totally throw her over a building.”

“You should.”

“Yeah and then sh— what?”

Disbelief sparkling in your eyes, you question him silently. He shrugs, lightly tugging your hair and says, “You should throw that wench out of a building. Throw her out of a window on our estate, if it pleases you.”

You forgot who you’re speaking to; you should have known better than to assume he’d say something remotely normal. One could even say he’s joking, but you know he’s not. Nothing about the bloodlust swirling in those compelling eyes could ever be taken as a joke. 

Sighing, your animated arms fall onto your torso. “No, Sukuna. I can’t just do that. Don’t be silly. Sure, she was horrible, but she’s not that bad. Maybe she was having a terrible day.”

“Be that as it may, I think it would do you wonders to alleviate your anger the way I do: with revenge of the most violent kind. You need not defenestrate her. You can stab her till the light leaves her eyes or you can operate a vehicle that will trample all over her — oh, that is a good one; you can really feel the crunching of bones.”

Sitting up, you peck him on his cheek, smiling at his bewildered expression. “You’re insane but so cute, y’know?”

He frowns. 

“I am not insane.”

[urmum-lovesme]

Ok but toxic!dad!rafe where this don’t effect the children’s life but when it come to the mother of his kids he’s still very overprotective. I mean she is a MILF.

This is the best thing I've ever heard anon I hope both sides of your pillow are cold.

Toxic!Rafe as a dad?

Surprisingly present. 

His kid adores him, and in their eyes, he’s just their cool, protective father. He spoils them, takes them out on the yacht all the time, and he makes sure they have everything they could ever want. He told himself he would never be like Ward if he ever became a father, and he- for a change- was living up to his word.

But when it comes to their mom? That’s where the real problem is.

Because Rafe does not change when it comes to Y/N.

Y/N falling pregnant, certainly wasn't planned. It wasn’t supposed to happen. She was young, she had a future and more than anything, she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to stay with Rafe, let alone have a baby with him. She didn't tell Rafe right away. Not because she was hiding it, but because she knew- deep in her gut- that he wouldn’t react like a normal person. She needed time to think, to weigh her options, to figure out what she wanted before he got involved.

But Rafe found out anyway.

Y/N had been so incredibly careful, she didn't leave any trace of the positive pregnancy test in Tannyhill; but he just knew her too well, sensed that something was off when she stopped drinking.

“What?”

His voice was quiet at first, his brows furrowed, like he didn’t quite believe what he was hearing. But then the realisation hit. His blue eyes darkened, his jaw tightened, and he stepped closer, the room suddenly feeling too small. His voice was calm, but there was something dangerous underneath it.

“You were gonna tell me, right?”

“Rafe, I—I don’t know what I’m going to do yet—”

Wrong answer. His hand shot out, gripping her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

“The fuck do you mean, you don’t know?” His breath was hot against her face, his fingers digging into her skin.

“That’s my kid, Y/N.”

Her stomach churned, her heart hammering against her ribs.

“I just- Rafe, I need time to think—”

“No, you don’t.”

He cut her off, shaking his head like the idea itself was ridiculous, angrily running a hand through his messed up hair.

“You don’t need to think. It’s already decided.”

She tried to take a step back, but his grip tightened, his other hand settling on her waist, firmly keeping her closer to him.

“We’re having this baby.”

Her breath caught in her throat as the words passed his lips, tears stinging her eyes before she could stop the feeling.

“I don’t- Rafe, this is my choice—”

His fingers pressed harder, his face inches from hers.

“No, it’s ours.”

Even now when they have a child together, he still watches her like a hawk. Still gets unreasonably possessive when she dresses a certain way, still makes a scene when he catches another man looking at her for a second too long. And she knows better than to fight him on it- most of the time.

It’s a summer afternoon, and she’s lounging by the pool, drink in hand, wearing a bikini that makes Rafe’s jaw clench. The sun was high, casting a golden glow over her as she adjusted the thin strap of her bikini top. It was tiny- too fucking tiny. The black fabric barely covered her tits, which, thanks to breastfeeding, were even fuller now, spilling slightly over the edges. His jaw clenched as his gaze dragged down, taking in the way the strings hugged her hips, digging into soft, newly gained curves that had him gripping the bottle in his hand just a little harder.

His friends are over, and while they’re talking, his eyes keep flicking toward her, watching the way the fabric clings to her curves. And then- Topper nudges him, nodding toward one of the new neighbours talking to her.

Rafe’s face goes dark.

She’s laughing at something the guy said, totally unaware of the way Rafe’s grip tightens around his beer bottle. He doesn’t make a scene- not yet- but when the guy finally walks away, Rafe strides over, towering over her as she peers up from her sun bed. His voice is deceptively smooth, but she knows that tone.

"Having fun, baby?"

"Yes."

His fingers skim her thigh, tracing the edge of her bikini bottoms.

"You looked like you were having a little too much fun."

She sighs, pushing her sunglasses up to rest on her head, she had a feeling she knew exactly where this was going.

"Seriously?"

"Dead serious." He leans down, voice dropping.

"Go inside and cover up."

She scoffs, shifting to sit up, the towel underneath her crumpling slightly as she moved,

"It’s our backyard and it's a pool party-."

"-I don’t give a fuck."

"Rafe, you’re being ridiculous."

"Yeah?" His grip tightens on her thigh.

"Then why’s he looking at you like he wants to fuck you?"

Her stomach flips.

"Stop," she hisses, even as heat creeps up her neck. But Rafe just smirks, leaning in so only she can hear.

"Maybe I should remind you who you belong to, huh?"

Her breath catches.

And the way he says it? The way his hand tightens on her thigh, just enough to send a warning? It sends a shiver down her spine, even as she glares at him. Because she knows- if she doesn’t listen now, he’ll make her.

Somehow, their kid never see this side of Rafe, he makes sure of it.

To them, their dad is just protective, he just 'cares about mommy so much!'. They never see the way their mother bites her lip in frustration when Rafe pulls her away from conversations. They never see the bruises he leaves- not always from violence, but from gripping her too tight, kissing her too hard. They don’t hear the way she argues in hushed tones behind closed doors, or the way she eventually gives in and melts into him anyway.

Because as much as she hates his jealousy and his control, she loves him too much to walk away.

He is the father of her child after all

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

shoto todoroki is fucking shameless. and surprisingly clingy.

he’d done a good job becoming a little more social little by little. he’s still a little wonky and awkward during the few times he tries to make conversation, but he tries and that’s the good part. you’re proud of him.

you’ve known shoto since you were kids, his closest friend, you’d seen him through it all and you’re so grateful that he’s found friends he feels comfortable and happy with, though he always reassures you that you’re dearest to him, which always makes you a little too giddy and flustered for somebody who’s supposed to be his closest friend and nothing more.

you’re in the cafeteria chatting with your mutual friends, shoto had told you to go off without him since he needed to go the bathroom and you found yourself sitting next to midoriya when he’d scooched in next to you, happy to see there was still a spot for him at the table. you liked midoriya a lot, he was sweet, cute and most importantly he made shoto come out of his shell in a way that you regrettably never could, plus the way he flails around when he gets embarrassed is pretty funny.

(you did notice ochaco’s face going completely blank for a few seconds, but you didn’t think much about it.)

after a few minutes of giggling and chatting shoto shows up, and something is immediately wrong with the way his natural straight face goes absolutely dead in the span of three seconds. it’s subtle, but you know him and it’s there. there also seems to be a chill in the room now.

he’s at your side of the table in three seconds, but he doesn’t register your smile in greeting as his cold gaze is glued to the green haired boy next to you.

“midoriya,” and his voice even sounds a little deeper, colder as he speaks like he somehow managed to use his right side on his mouth.

“that’s my seat.” he states calmly.

“oh ! my bad, todoroki !” izuku splutters an apology, but shoto’s eyes do not waver, staying fixed on the boy until he grabs his tray and makes a move to stand “i didn’t realize this was your spot, sorry !”

you feel a little bad at how intensely he’s apologizing, but you’re still shell shocked about that look. shoto seems unfazed though, his expression morphs slightly when izuku goes to squeeze in next to iida.

“i always sit next to yn.”

it’s so stupid. really, it is. how fast that makes your heart beat. because shoto does always sit next to you, he always has and he still always does when you come over to his house. but it’s the fact that he didn’t say he always sits here, in his unassigned assigned seat.

he said he always sits next to you. and your mind and heart races.

you don’t get much time to think because immediately he’s next to you, sighing before sitting as close to you as he can. he looks over to you and you look back, still a little startle but his features are soft again when he looks at you. he drops his utensils to thread his fingers with yours under the table.

“ did you wash your hands, mister ?” you tease, but you squeeze his hand when he squeezes yours. he frowns but it’s not the one from before. it almost looks like a pout and you snort.

“yes, i did.” he snips, you giggle and his eyes soften. even as you assure him you were just kidding he doesn’t mind, he couldn’t be mad at you.

you offer him a bite of your lunch as truce and he leans forward and plops a piece in his mouth from your chopsticks, then offers you a bit of his precious soba noodles and even holds a hand below them so they don’t spill because he insists on feeding you himself.

your friends pretend they don’t see the lowkey romantic exchange, but with the way shoto keeps insisting to have you eat his food and the soft barely there smile when you crack a joke that manages to break through his icey demeanor, they can start to figure out why he wanted to sit next to you so bad.

[milamacy]

CHOSO KAMO is the kind of boyfriend who...

sfw:

...doesn't know when he's really done something wrong. So, he'll apologise profusely for the restaurant getting your order wrong, but won't say sorry for making you late to work because he's kept you in bed too late in the mornings to cuddle.

...spends too much money on things just to make you smile. He doesn't know you can't tell the difference between the bouquet of flowers that is on sale and the bouquet that is three times the price, so he'll get the expensive one just to be safe. There's no price on his partners happiness, right?

...never asks outright for what he wants. Especially when it comes to playing with his hair. He'll be laying in your lap and just randomly grabbing your wrist to guide it to his head. If you don't get the hint, he's just keep doing it until eventually you card your fingers through his hair and start scratching at his scalp.

...is the lightest sleeper. He can fall asleep anywhere, but the slightest noise will startle him awake. God forbid it's the middle of the night and you need to go to the bathroom. You'll slip out as quietly as you can and still come back to him sitting up in bed, pouting, asking where you went without him.

...gives gives gives. He will pile his food onto your plate when you're not looking because he likes to know you're fed. You like something at the store? Choso is coming back to get it for you the next day. You mention how handy something you already have is? Choso is buying two more as backups in case yours breaks.

nsfw under cut:

...gives gives gives x2. He's a servicer at heart, always aiming to please you no matter what. He will lay for hours worshipping you with his mouth and tongue, fingers digging into your thighs as he tries to make you cum over and over and over and over and over again.

...gets awfully needy at all the wrong times. You're out for a dinner with other people? He's trying to slip his hands a little too far up your thigh under the table. He's driving? No, he's pulling over in an empty side street to beg you to join him in the back seat. It's not even a pushy thing either, or a penchant for public sex, he just wants you all of the time and when he gets needy he gets whiny and annoying and so cute you can't help but indulge him.

...gets enthusiastic from the bottom. Like when you're riding him, feeling his cock so deep inside of you (because he's way too big for the average sane person to try and take like you do), and he's so overwhelmed with pleasure that he's reaching up to touch you however he can. and his strong hand finds your neck and squeezes in need because he's so fucked out and stupid and you're reaching down to choke him right back until the two of your are gasping for breath! he doesn't even realise what he's doing half of the time. he's just enjoying himself in the moment.

...struggles to dirty talk. he gets bashful and quite honestly goes pink when he tries to describe the things he's going to do to you. Which makes it even more surprising, when your boyfriend with the bitten tongue suddenly starts doing the things to you without a word spoken. It's almost hotter for him to fuck you into your next orgasm without a break without a word spoken: he doesn't need them.

...subs hard when he subs. He falls deep into sub space, pretty much goes non-verbal (coughs and looks at my previous point) except for the loud and needy moans he lets out. God, he's so vocal in his pleasure that you have to cover his mouth half the time. Like when you're sitting on his lap, stroking his cock nice and slow after you've made him cum dry. His eyes are so wide and his cheeks are flushed and he's so loud that you worry about getting another noise complaint. Just kissing him isn't enough, because if he's not moaning into your mouth he's pulling away to let out loud noises, so you have to cup your hand over his mouth and keep it there if you don't want to wake up your neighbours.

...likes being slapped. And bitten. And having his hair pulled. And overstimulated. He will whine about it but he loves the pain. He's the type of man to say "ouch" really dramatically and then ask you to do it again.

[whorelaud]

OFF LIMITS – rafe cameron ¡ (07)

social media & irl AU !

pairing brother's best friend!rafe cameron x brat!reader summary you slide into a random boy's dms on instagram, anything but expecting him to end up being your brother's best friend, let alone the person you'll be spending your summer vacation with. while resisting Rafe and his lingering gazes was an option, you found yourself in the constant loop of crossing the line; said line being your brother. ch content mature content, nsfw (nothing too explicit, it gets interrupted), suggestive, making out, pet names, unresolved tension, fluff, sexual jokes, desperate rafe (mhmmmm), brief mention of cocaine

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Rafe kissed you. 

It wasn’t a dream, nor was it accidental. Rafe Cameron, whom you marked off limits, kissed you, and hell, did you enjoy every second of it. 

From that moment on, every minute you spent within his presence felt like living on edge; sneaking behind your brother’s back to enjoy his company, aware of the consequences, and the heartbreak that would result out of the truth. 

Liking Rafe was like a calm after the storm, the moment your eyes land on him, time stops, and you forget all your worries. How were you supposed to resist him, when he’s your only escape from reality? The only person who’s ever made your heart rate increase in pace within a span of seconds. 

Getting a casual conversation out of a guy, without it oscillating to something sexual was difficult in this society, however, with Rafe, it was easy. His eyes bloomed with more than just lust, it made all your doubts about finding the one fade, and that alone, would have younger you screaming. 

Because what do you mean there’s a man out there that lines up with everything you’ve dreamed of and more, the puzzle you’ve been missing your whole life, merely for him to end up being your brother’s best friend, someone so forbidden, it burns when his touch lingers.

A bob formed in your throat, one hard to swallow down, that as much as it stings, you chose to bear it, even if it goes against the trust you formed with your brother. You told yourself it was okay, Ryan won’t overreact if he found out, right?

With a few touches, you managed to head downstairs, with everyone rushing you to come out, starting with Ryan, who somehow managed to call you fifteen times in the span of a minute. To your surprise, it wasn’t him driving, though, but Rafe? 

You slightly halted when he greeted you with a smile, one hidden from everyone else’s eyes. A pair of sunglasses hugged the bridge of his nose, covering the glint of cockiness swelling through his gaze. 

Reaching for the door handle, you quickly smiled at the sight of Sarah as she perked up from her seat once she seized sight of you. A grin formed on your lips, joining the girl’s side, completely forgetting yourself in her embrace, that Ryan’s scoldings barely registered in your system.

“Your brother is such a dick,” she joked, eyebrows furrowing with fake annoyance. “I couldn’t even properly get ready ‘cause of him.” 

“Me?” He gasped, irritated by the ‘false’ remark. “You’re the one busy eating your boyfriend’s face!” 

“Why am I getting involved?” John B chimed from Sarah’s side. “I was helping her out.” 

“Yeah?” Ryan muttered in a mocking tone, “How so?” 

“I do not want to know that.” Rafe clicked his teeth, dismissing Ryan’s question with his statement. 

“You shut the fuck up.” Ryan scoffed, a sour expression smeared over his face. “Lending JJ my car? God knows what will happen to it.” 

“JJ’s not a bad driver…” you trailed off, earning a dirty glare from your brother. “What?! Unless he’s drunk off his mind, then you’re good. He was always in charge of Twinkie.” 

“That horrendous Van?” Ryan asked, voice filled with disbelief. “My baby and that ugly thing are two different things, don’t you dare compare them.” 

“Alright man,” John B started, “At least it gets the job done.” 

“Why are you picking a fight with everyone?” Rafe chuckled, pulling out of the driveway. “Sit back and relax, don’t stress your pretty lil’ brain out.” 

“Gross.” Sarah muttered under her breath, nose scrunching with disgust. 

“Can I get aux?” You asked, earning Rafe’s attention as he seeked the chord plugged to the speakers, immediately offering it to you from over his shoulder when it was within his reach. “Thank you.” 

“Mhm.” He hummed, the grogginess in his tone rattling through your chest. 

“Why is she in control of aux?” Ryan perked up at the act, addressing Rafe with his question. “I thought we agreed I’d be in charge.” 

“That’s in bed, baby.” Rafe flashed him a tight-lipped smile, sparing him a glimpse for a second, before his attention was back on the road. His fingers found the curve of Ryan’s jaw, using the tip of the digits to scratch the latter’s chin. 

“Move!” He slapped Rafe’s hand away, lips jutting into a frown. “Why’s everyone ganging up on me today?” 

“‘Kay, stop acting like a bitch.” You started, further getting on your brother’s nerves. “Should’ve stayed home.” 

Rafe’s arm blocked Ryan from shooting off his seat, a glint of amusement smothering through his expression. If one could calm Ryan, it was definitely Rafe. Considering their differences, they get along quite well, perhaps why they’ve made it together far this long. 

The rest of the car ride filled with havoc, as both you and Sarah sang along to the lyrics, while John B sat back and watched, admiring his girlfriend with so much love, you were envious. Oh to openly stare and have it not be a problem; was that too much to ask for? 

A pit of jealousy laid low in your stomach, gaze shifting back to Rafe, whose eyes were glued to the road. Or so you thought, as his pupils caught you staring through the rearview mirror, not breaking the contact in hopes of you noticing him, even for a mere second. 

The action was cut short when Ryan took notice of the situation, eyebrows furrowing with puzzlement as he directed his attention to you in a swift movement. His face pressed to the leather seats, reaching over the dashboard, and flicking your arm with the intent of capturing your focus. 

“Where’s your wallet?” He asked, voice muffled due to the melody playing in the background. 

“My wallet?” You repeated, afraid you heard the phrase wrong. “Why do you need my wallet?” 

“I put my ID in there,” he explained, searching for the object with his gaze. “Figured you’d have it on you.” 

You rolled your eyes, patting around your seat, in an attempt to grab your wallet, instantly coming to a halt as realization washed over. “Wait.” 

“What?” Ryan mumbled. 

“Did I get my wallet?” You asked, the question mostly to yourself. “I think I forgot my wallet.” You stated, peeking down the seats, in case it fell by accident. “You idiot, this is all your fault!” 

“How is it my fault?!” He shot back, “Who forgets their wallet? That’s totally on you!” 

“Yeah, own one then come talk.” You stifled out a sarcastic laugh, crying out with frustration. “This is so annoying, can’t we go back?” 

“That’s a twenty minute drive from here.” Rafe answered, “I’d go back, but that would delay our plans.” 

“Yeah,” Sarah agreed, rubbing soothing circles to the blade of your shoulder. “It’s fine, you can jus’ use my card, baby.” 

“It’s okay Sarah,” you groaned, falling back in your seat. “That’s not necessary.” 

“Oh come on, are you scared I’ll put you on a budget?” Sarah teased, attempting to ease your discomfort. “Don’t worry, I’ll sugar mama you.” 

A giggled escaped your throat at her words, mockingly sticking out your tongue when Ryan flipped you off. While Sarah strived to comfort you, worry yet washed over your expression, contemplating how you were going to spend the next few hours, with nothing but your phone on you. 

The passing few minutes felt like an eternity upon your arrival, quickly joined by your friends once Rafe was all parked. It was fun, despite your friends insisting they’d pay for you, you still refused, shaking your head anytime they offered to buy you something that caught your interest. 

Rafe noticed your shift in mood, cracking a joke every now and then, for a mere reaction out of you. And surprisingly, it worked, the latter managed to squeeze a giggle out of you, ridiculed by the horrible dad jokes he added in between conversations. 

“Is it hot?” Rafe questioned, eyebrows furrowing with concern at the droplets of sweat trickling down your neck. 

“Hmm?” You hummed, lips jutting with confusion. “It’s not bad.” 

“Yeah?” He teased, gaze flickering to your hand, as you patted your neck dry with the gesture. “Want something to drink?” 

“What? No.” You shook your head, admiring while your friends observed the handbags displayed on the counter. “I’m fine.” 

“Hey uh,” Rafe’s voice suddenly broke out, earning everyone’s attention in the process. “We’re grabbing drinks, do you guys want anything?

Your gaze fixed on Rafe with disbelief, taken aback when he tugged your wrist, nodding along to your friends’ requests. Ryan took in the scene with confusion, mind racing with all sorts of thoughts, over why he shouldn’t reach over and yank Rafe’s hold off, forcing the fact that he was his best friend, he wouldn’t do such a thing, and betray his trust. 

And if Rafe saw, he didn’t say a thing, choosing to not acknowledge it as he dragged you with him to the main lobby surrounded by different varieties of fast foods’ restaurants. Rafe let go of your hand, upon standing in line, with you already missing the warmness of his touch, breath hitching when he stood close enough for you to take a whiff of his musky cologne.

“Hey, how are you doing?” Rafe flashed the cashier a polite smile once it was your turn, eyes hovering over the menu displayed on the screens. “Can I get a uhh…” 

You took Rafe's side while he listed your friends’ orders, stiffening when he turned to face you, with the purpose of asking for what you wanted. “I’ll get a milkshake.” 

“Okay,” he nodded, observing the milkshake options on the menu. “What flavor would you like?” 

“Whatever that’s available.” You stammered, clearing your throat as your eyes flickered to where Rafe was looking, trailing off before you muttered your next sentence. “Chocolate’s fine.” 

“We’ll take one chocolate milkshake, then.” Rafe informed the cashier, flashing him a tight-lipped smile as he handed him his card. 

The cashier passed Rafe the receipt, politely asking you two to step to the side, while waiting for your order to finish. You obliged to the request, following in Rafe’s steps as he took a corner, snorting when he plopped his arm over the counter, for the mere purpose of supporting his weight. 

“What?” He chuckled, toying with the straws presented in the cup. “What’s so funny, Bug?” 

“Don’t call me that.” You jokingly huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Is this about your wallet?” He cooed, poking your side with one of the straws. “Why are you upset?”

“I’m not upset.” You repeated, denying the assumption, though the boy had you practically figured out. “You’re annoying.” 

“Yeah, and you’re grumpy.” He scrunched his nose, the gesture playful, teasing you in a way. “Whatever you want, buy it, I’ll pay for you.” 

“I spend a lot of money, Rafe.” You uttered, ridiculed by his words. “Sure you can handle it?” 

“Well,” he leaned down, voice dropping barely above a whisper. “Can you spend as much as I can earn?” 

That earned a scuff out of you, rolling your eyes as you lightly smacked his shoulder, the action rattling a chuckle out of Rafe. Your face flushed with heat , remaining silent to suppress your flustered state from taking over your expression. 

It didn’t take long before you were heading back, with the drinks ceased in your hold, as well as Rafe’s. Your friends were quick to help out, handing each person their order, while they offered you a smile of gratitude in return for your act of kindness. 

Conversation with Rafe flowed like water, lifting your spirits, and cracking a smile of you every time he’d lean down and whisper hushed words into your ears. The action was subtle, you were sure none of your friends picked up on the way you’d tense each time Rafe stood too close, or made his presence known, shamefully letting his gaze flicker to your parted lips while your brother stood a few inches away, unaware of the latter’s intentions, and the tension seeping through the thick air. 

Speaking of Ryan, the boy wandered off, leaving you and your friends behind, though that swiftly oscillated as each of you split into pairs, leaving you with Rafe, who did everything in his power to cut through the silence building up. 

You brushed off his statements with short sentences, your dry responses settling a pang of guilt through your chest, intents far from hurting the latter, only realizing the switch in Rafe’s mood after you glanced up, and noticed the look of disappointment smothered all over his face. 

Your attention fixed on the several fragrance bottles splayed on the shelf, misting the aroma over the paper samples to sniff each one. Rafe stood and watched, whirling your shake (God knows how that ended up in his hold) around with a lack of enthusiasm, failing to hide the fact that he wasn’t interested in what you were doing. 

One of the perfumes piqued your curiosity, spraying it on your wrist to take another whiff, the soft vanilla scent intoxicating your senses. You suddenly turned to face Rafe, a smile spreading across your lips when he halted, lips extending with confusion at your sudden burst of excitement. 

“What is it?” He mumbled, brows pinching in a knot. 

“This one smells so good,” You uttered, taking a step forward, then pausing to ask your next question. “Do you wanna smell?” 

“Sure.” He instantly straightened up, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. 

Without thinking, you moved your arm ahead, offering the boy the patch of perfume sprayed on your hand, the action deemed innocent, catching Rafe off guard as he froze. He took a moment to process how close you were, now merely separated by your wrist as it blocked his vision from landing on your face, and hell, did you look pretty up close, though the majority of your features were covered.

Rafe hesitated, processing the risky ponders wandering through his head with haste, letting his impulsive thoughts take over as his fingers seized control of your wrist, inching it closer to his chin before he planted a gentle peck to the palm of your hand. 

His hold lingered around your wrist, his mouth burning hot over your flesh, and spiraling a rush of adrenaline through your veins. A shuddered sigh barely escaped your parted lips, fluttering your eyes up at the latter, your flustered expression not much of help; smearing a mischievous smile across his lips.

“What are you doing?’You stuttered through a breath, hastily retrieving your hand from Rafe’s hold.

“Smelling it,” he explained, acting as if the action was the most normalest thing ever. “You asked me to smell it, did you not?” 

“I did,” you shot back with frustration, pupils narrowing with the flutter of your chest, feeling your pulse quicken under Rafe’s gaze. “I said to smell it, not kiss it.”

“What’s wrong?” He chuckled, pointing his finger in your direction. “Are you shy?” 

“What?” Your face twisted with fake annoyance, glimpsing around before you lightly kicked his knee. “No, Rafe. What if someone saw you?” 

“I don’t care.” He stifled out a sarcastic laugh, amused by your reaction. 

“Yeah?” You forced your lips into a fake smile, ridiculed by Rafe’s lack of worry. “And how will you explain whatever that was to Ryan, Mr. I don’t care?” 

“He’ll understand.” Rafe mocked, grabbing the perfume you sprayed from the shelf. “How can I hold myself back, when you’re this beautiful, baby?”

There it was, baby. The pet name only made your heart race more, the sound so loud, you heard it echoing through your ears.

A hitched breath knocked out of your chest, taken aback by the sudden boldness seeping through Rafe’s tone, your shyness only encouraging him more. You cleared your throat, grabbing the drink from his hold before facing away, afraid you’d crumble if you stared any longer. 

“Shut up.” You dismissed, faking interest in the purses displayed on the shelf. “Don’t do that again.” 

“‘Won’t make any promises.” He clicked his teeth, grabbing a packaged perfume from next to the various ones on display. “Do you want to get it?” 

“No.” You shook your head, politely refusing with a glimpse over your shoulder. “It’s okay.” 

“Alright,” he nodded, streaking past you, and heading straight towards the line. “We’re getting it.” 

“That’s not necessary, Rafe.” You muttered through gritted teeth, avoiding the weird looks you received when Rafe dodged your attempt at snatching the boxed fragrance. 

While you were stubborn, the latter was twice as stubborn as you were, insisting on buying it, despite you refusing. And true to his intentions, Rafe ends up purchasing the perfume for you, a defeated scoff exiting your throat when he flashed you a sheepish grin, proud of his accomplishment. 

A sigh of relief tumbled past your mouth when you spotted Cleo, along with Pope, taking the scene as an opportunity to escape Rafe’s side; though that wasn’t a choice, with the blond practically gluing to you, following in your steps like a lost  puppy. 

It didn’t take long for the rest to join in, deciding it was a good time to leave upon the stores closing, one followed by another. Ryan contently retrieved his keys from JJ, fetching Pope, Cleo, and JJ, while the rest of you stuck in a group, the ride back filling with chaos, as yet, another karaoke session broke out, excpet this time, it involved lots of heartbreaks. 

A new category. 

The majority of your evening was consumed by the ocean waves rocketing, while you and your friends messed around. You let your worries go for once, heart swelling with happiness, one you didn’t think could be ruined.

Things were perfect, as you reunited with your friends, got to spend your summer vacation with them, and you met Rafe. You haven’t been happier since, it terrified you, heart stinging with horror, because you refused to believe this wasn’t ending on a bad note, hence it was a little too perfect.

The night ended off quite earlier than you had expected, with your friends excusing themselves to bed after movie night. Rafe subtly sneaked a smile your way, mouthing ‘goodnight’ before disappearing off to his room. 

That being said, you strived to fall asleep, resetting your progress every time you’d accidently unlatched your eyes, a huff of frustration escaping your throat in the process. You were too overwhelmed to sleep, unable to suppress the foolish grin masking your lips as what happened earlier stumbles across your mind, the vivid image of Rafe’s expression creating a flustered mess out of you. 

You tried not to think about it, being as quiet as physically possible, to avoid stirring Kiara’s slumber, anything but wanting to disturb her sleep. A random video played on your phone, a mere background noise as your brain, yet wandered back to the situation, zoning out, and fully abandoning the device in your hold. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by a ping, attention shifting back to the bright screen, almost gasping when you caught the contact of the sender. 

It was Rafe. (not one person is surprised)

rafe 👍: You awake?

Sent, 12:55 am

You: ?? hello

rafe 👍: Hi baby

Your face flushed with heat, unfamiliar with the latter constantly using pet names, the act surprising, never failing to make your heart flutter. 

You: why are you awake?

rafe 👍: Hmm

rafe 👍: Probably the same reason you are

A laugh stifled out of your throat at the message, hurrying to type back a response.

You: yeah 🤨

You: and what reason must that be

Rafe’s text bubble appeared and disappeared, fingers hesitatingly hovering over the screen, while you awaited the latter’s answer. 

rafe 👍: I 

rafe 👍: I can’t stop thinking about you

rafe: It’s driving me crazy

Oh. 

Oh. 

You: stop being an idiot

You: go to sleep its late

rafe 👍: I’m not fucking around

rafe 👍: Wanna see you so bad

Your eyes fluttered with utmost desire, digging your teeth through your bottom lip, merely to confirm this wasn't a dream. 

You: we’ll see eo tmr 

rafe 👍: You think

rafe 👍: I can wait til’ tomorrow? 

rafe 👍: I can't Yn

rafe 👍: Can I come to your room

You: Huh

You: what

You: for what?

rafe 👍: Js’ wanna see you baby

rafe 👍: Am I not allowed to do that?

You nervously gulped, well aware he wanted more than to just see you; both of you did. 

You: kies asleep

rafe 👍: Okay 

rafe 👍: I’ll be fast

The desperation in his tone squeezes a shy snort out of you, sitting up in bed as you typed out a reply. 

You: don’t come

You: stay in your room

rafe 👍:  What

rafe 👍: Why? 

You: i’ll

You: come to you

rafe 👍: Shit wait

rafe 👍: Are you serious?

rafe 👍: Don’t fuck with me 

You: is anyone by you

rafe 👍: NOo

rafe 👍: No one is by me

rafe 👍: I’m all alone

you: alr

you: im coming

You don’t know whether it was the sleep heaving your eyes, or the desire engulfing your insides,  however, you felt sure of your decision, leisurely pulling the covers off your figure, before you hastily made your way out, with the purpose of seeking Rafe. 

A knock is all it took, with the latter quickly unlatching the door, chest rising and falling with a breath once he caught sight of you. His gaze trailed down to your satin sleep set, perfectly adorning your figure, that holding himself back felt far out of the picture. 

“Hi.” You sheepishly greeted the latter, growing nervous under his gaze. At that, Rafe’s head shoots up, swallowing down the lump forming in his throat. 

“Hey,” he shot back, clutching the doorknob with force. “Come in.” 

You accepted the invitation, steps slow as you let yourself inside, observing the plain furniture, so boring,yet screaming Rafe’s name. “Your room is nice.” 

“Thanks.” He mumbled, scratching the back of his head once he shut the door, eyes roaming everywhere but your face. 

He was starting to regret this, tempting himself when he knows he can’t handle another minute with you this far away, wanting nothing but to seize the distance, cross the now invisible line and fuck it. 

“You’re welcome.” You hummed, lips pursing into a thin line. 

Tension seeped through the air, heaving the atmosphere with lust, desire; all your wants and needs. 

“Why did you want to see me?” You abruptly asked, approaching the door once again, a few feet down from Rafe. A chuckle escaped your lips, in an attempt to lighten the mood. “In the middle of the night, too? You’re not slick, Cameron.”

Mhm, that made things even worse. 

“Do I need a reason to see you now?” He answered you with another question, casually, but deliberately approaching you. “You think I’m that bad?” 

“No.” You whispered, fingers clutching the fabric of your shorts, reminiscing over the memory of his lips colliding with yours after your back firmly pressed to the door, chest immediately swelling with Deja Vu. “It was a joke.” 

“Yeah?” He mumbled, voice dropping to match yours. “You think that night was a mistake?”

“What night?” You stiffened, prior to acknowledging his question, as you’ve done nothing but avoid it over the past few days. 

“The night I kissed you.” He further clarified, his figure swallowing yours as he hovered over you. “You regret it?” 

“Why are you bringing that up?” You nearly choked on your own spit at the confrontation, goosebumps breaking out across your arms when the tip of his fingers lightly traced over your forearm, the sensation like feathers to your flesh. 

“Don’t know,” he replies, vision going blurry. “Wanna know how you feel.” 

A shaky sigh managed its way past your lips, mouth gaping to speak, but instead met with utter silence in return. Rafe’s eyes glinted with keen, seeking an answer out of you; a response to all his problems and more. 

But nothing. 

“I’ll leave.” You started, words far from what you wanted. “It’s getting late.”

Rafe’s face fell at that, chest swelling with disappointment as he shifted to step back, giving you enough space to squeeze through. “Right, you should; ‘s totally my fault for keeping you up.” 

One word. That’s all you wanted to hear; don’t. 

However, you were both idiots, too afraid to express your feelings for each other, hesitating over the possibilities of what if’s.

So what if Ryan found out? 

You like Rafe, so much it stings knowing you can’t have him, your said brother being the reason he’s forbidden. He’s your blood, though, him of all people should know how much this means to you, hence he’s witnessed all your horrific experiences with dating. 

Telling Ryan wasn’t the problem, it was you all along; teetering to make the first move, let your impulsive thoughts win and claim him, move forward and crash your lips on his, it was all on you for putting other people’s priorities over yours. 

Putting yourself first spoke like no other, and that’s exactly what you did as you grabbed Rafe by the collar of his shirt, wasting no time before you collided his lips with yours. 

Rafe’s eyes widened with shock, arms awkwardly hanging to his sides as you captured his bottom lip in between your own, proceeding with the gesture when you angled your head to the side, intending to deepen the kiss. 

Rafe didn’t do anything though, he froze in his spot, not daring to move, even after you mustered up the courage to kiss him. Panic immediately washed over as you pulled away, mouth moving faster than your brain while muttering your next words. 

“Shit, I’m sorry.” You apologized, guilt evident in your expression. “I thought you wanted this– I didn’t mean to force anything on you, we can jus’ act like this never happened, I don’t m–”

Your rambling cut short, interrupted when Rafe sweeped you in an eager kiss, the action desperate, seeking closure through it. You contently kissed him back, yelping when his arm found the curve of your waist, applying enough pressure to seize control of your body. 

The latter almost stumbled over his own feet, nearly falling in the process of leading you to the bed. Rafe took action when he noticed your struggle to keep up, hands traveling to the back of your thighs, and before you knew it, the boy scooped you in a swift movement, your legs latching to his sides for support.

Your arms wrapped around Rafe’s neck, moaning as he nibbled the plump of your lip with the graze of his teeth, using your parted lips as an opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth, letting the warmth of your spit coat his own. 

His tongue swirled over yours, managing to plop himself on the edge of the bed, all while squeezing and kneeding your ass, chasing after your pleasure with each time you squirmed in his hold. 

“Fuck,” rafe muffled in between kisses, “Taste so fuckin’ good, baby.” 

A moan rolls off your tongue at the praise, mind hazing with despair as Rafe’s hot breath fanned over your face, the warmth tickling your skin, and sending shivers down your spine. Rafe wasted no time, fingers finding the hem of your shirt, the tip of his digits teasingly toying with it.

You whined into his mouth, protesting to the wait he’s putting you through, hips unintentionally rolling down over his crotch in the process, almost folding when you felt him twitch at the gesture. Rafe hissed at the contact, swiftly pressing your hips down in place, the hardon in his pants not being much of help. 

“Don’t fucking do that.” He grunted, lips ghosting over yours. “God, you’re killing me.” 

“Rafeee,” you cooed, throwing your head back with the intent of arching your back, panties now soaked with your juices. “Feels s’ good.” 

“You’re a mess.” Rafe teased, stifling out a laugh. He purposely halted, testing your limits, and how far you can go without crumbling in his hold. “So desperate for me, aren’t you?.” 

“Fucking do something.” Your nails dug to his shoulders with force, well aware your hold would bruise, already forming red marks with the touch. “Don’t jus’ tease me.” 

“You’re being a brat.” He chuckled with amusement, gaze landing on your cleavage, now half exposed from him groping the delicate flesh. “Thought you were a good girl, baby.” 

At that, your breath hitched, forehead leaning against Rafe’s when his fingers lightly traced over your breasts, the sensation like feathers to your skin. He licked a stripe of your tit, the warmth of his spit coating the outer shell of your boob. 

Rafe took your chest in his hold, action falling short as a knock suddenly erupted through the door, startling both of you out of your haze and despair. You instantly froze, pushing Rafe off to spare him a glance, almost as if to ask what the noise was. 

“Aye Rafe.” The familiar voice echoed through your ears, causing your heart to sink to the pit of your stomach. “Are you in there?” 

“That’s Ryan.” Rafe beat you to speaking, words stating the obvious. 

“No shit it’s Ryan.” You sarcastically whisper-yelled, “What is he doing here?” 

“I don’t know!” Rafe shrugged his shoulders. “I thought he was asleep.” 

Both of you turned with panic when the doorknob twisted back and fourth, indicating the latter was trying to open the door. “Aye come on, open up; I know you’re awake.” 

“Shit, we’re in trouble.” You nervously bit your lip, scrambling to get off his lap. Rafe fixed his shirt, adjusting his position to hide the hardon visible in his pants. “What do we do?” 

“Okay– shit, wait.” Rafe took a breath, observing the room with frustration. “I’ll hide in the closet, you open the door and shoo him away.” 

“It’s your room, dude.” Your face scrunched with disbelief, “I’m the one that should be hiding.” 

“No, yeah, right.” The latter nodded, pacing back and forth. “Where should you hide?” 

“Not the closet,” you shook your head, checking under the bed. “I’m claustrophobic.” 

“Under the bed?” Rafe suggested, eyeing the somewhat narrowed place, though it was slightly bigger than the said closet.

“Okay–” you winced as another thud erupted through the door, rushing to bend down, and slide under the bed. “Be fast, please.” 

Rafe nodded, flashing you a reassuring smile before fixing up the covers, vision now glistening with dimness. You perked up at the sound of the door creaking, groaning when Ryan’s footsteps practically shook the floor. He plopped himself on the bed, with Rafe hissing at the gesture, knowing your brother probably startled you with the action. 

And he did, but that wasn’t the point. 

“What are you doing here?” Rafe asked, sprawling himself next to Ryan. 

“I got some yayo,” Ryan whispered with a chuckle, probably already high by the tone of his voice. “Figured we could smoke it together.” 

“At one past midnight?” Rafe argued. 

“So what?” Ryan shrugged, ruffling his hand in the plastic bag he spread out on the bed. “You’re actin’ as if we’ve never done it before, this is not– wait, what?” 

Rafe paused before responding, face turning pale. “What?” 

“Is that Bug’s phone?” Ryan questioned, smile fading off his lips. “What is my sister’s phone doing in your room?”

Shit, your phone.

a/n all support is v much appreciated!! i honestly have no idea how i got this out bye literally stress wrote almost the whole thing and im surviving off three hours of sleep mind you for the past two days AND i also finished most of this on the plane so feel special... i cherish my plane rides but i put you guys first since ily 😣 that being said i spent the past like eight hours finishing it up HELP yeah sorry to disappoint mama tried her best 💔 nsfw part is not detailed on purpose i want to put my badussy for their first time yeah (it wont be explicit dw) 💪💪

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