— Summary: You’ve Wanted Jj For As Long As You Can Remember, But The Two Of You Have Always Been

Mrs Magic M.S

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: princess matt ☺️🎀💖

author's note: guys i'm in terrible writters block 😓😓 also im gonna start tilting my stuff after songs 😆😆🤘🤘

My eyes slowly flicker open, them feeling heavy from wanting to close back again.

I notice how the bed felt empty, so I look over and I see that Matt isn't in the bed, which made me confused.

I hear noises such as grunts and a thud hitting the floor, so I immediately whip my head, from what it seems, Matt is trying to do a backflip, clearly not aware that I'm up.

I giggle, confused, "Matt?" My voice raspy and soft.

Matt yelps, falling flat on his face. He turns his head to look at me, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Y/N, you scared the shit out of me!" He groans, pushing himself onto his elbows.

I laugh hard at his defeat as I turn over to lay on my back to see and face him properly, sighing with a smile once I am.

"Dude, what are you doing?" I question, rubbing my eye with a smile.

Matt rolls his eyes and grins at me. "Look how flexible I am!" He says, trying to get up into a handstand as I giggle. "Come on, try it with me," He says, giggling as he tries to get into a handstand.

"No, there is no way I'd be doing that," I reply raspily, sitting up in the bed with the covers wrapped around me.

"Chicken," Matt taunts, falling back onto the bed with a huff. "I'll have to make you try sometime." His eyes sparkle mischievously as he pushes himself into a sitting position, looking at me with a challenging grin.

I roll my eyes, failing to hide a smile. I lay back down before letting out a relaxed sigh, and removing the covers from me to welcome Matt in.

"Come here," I say softly, gesturing him to come with my arms and hands.

Matt immediately climbs on top of me, and buries his face literally in between my breasts as he makes a "brr" sound with his mouth while shaking his head.

It caught me off guard, a gasp leaving my mouth as I cradle his head softly to stop him.

"What has gotten into you today?" I ask softly through a disbelief laugh, lifting his face from my chest, so he'll look at me as he giggles.

The day barely started, and he's all over the place. I think he's finally comfortable enough to be himself around me.

I smile and try to get up from underneath him, Matt's expression immediately dropping.

He takes my arm gently as he keeps his weight on me, "No, stay with me," His voice being soft and low.

𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝙼𝙰𝚄

𝚂𝙼𝙰𝚄 & 𝙵𝙸𝙲 - 𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 #2

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢/𝚗 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚖𝚍𝚗𝚒, 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕-𝚖, 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚢)

𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 25 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚗𝚍

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔 <3

𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎… 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗

It had been a rollercoaster these past few months. The kind that had shaken both of you to the core. But now, as the dust settled, things were finally starting to feel like they could go back to normal. The accusations against Rafe had been false, his name cleared, his family in custody, and the tension that had been hanging between you both for days had dissolved into a sense of relief.

Tonight, the whole crew—JJ, Kie, Sarah, John B, Pope, Cleo, Topper, and Kelce—were out at a local restaurant celebrating the victory. You and Rafe sat at the center of the table, everyone laughing, joking, and teasing each other like they always did.

It felt like old times. A sense of normalcy returning to your life. But there was an undercurrent of emotion inside you. You couldn’t stop glancing at Rafe, your heart swelling with love and guilt all at once. Love because of the way he looked at you, his eyes soft and full of warmth. Guilt because, for a moment, you had doubted him, and that thought made your stomach turn. And then, there was the quiet simmering rage toward his mother and stepfather—the people who had caused so much turmoil in his life.

“Hey, you two!” JJ said, raising his glass of beer in the air. “How about a toast to clearing your name and getting back to doing whatever it is you two do best?”

The table erupted in cheers. You clinked your glass with Rafe’s, your fingers brushing his as you held it up. Rafe flashed you a grin, his expression playful but tender.

“You sure?” You teased, trying to sound casual. “It’s a completely common thing, getting to celebrate clearing your name after being accused of… well, you know. Nothing to cheers over." The group laughs at your sarcasm.

Rafe smirked, leaning in closer. “I’ll take any excuse to drink with you, babe,” he said, his voice low enough for only you to hear.

You smiled, the warmth of his words melting any lingering doubts. Both of you moving in to share a kiss. It deepening quickly as you forget where you are.

“Okay, okay,” Sarah interjected interrupting you, her voice a little too loud as she waved her hand dramatically. “Now that we’ve got the formalities out of the way, let’s talk about something important—who’s going to win in a rematch between Rafe and JJ in pool? Place your bets!”

“Definitely not Rafe,” JJ said, shaking his head. “He’s got no chance against me.”

Rafe laughed, an almost mischievous glint in his eyes. “You’re delusional, JJ. I’ll be taking that victory home, no problem.”

John B grinned. “This is gonna be good. I wanna see this.”

The whole table erupted into laughter as the conversation turned to playful jabs about past pool games and who had the best shot. But all the while, your gaze kept drifting back to Rafe. He was laughing, joking, but you could see the subtle relief in his posture—he was no longer carrying the weight of false accusations on his shoulders.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been lost in your thoughts when Cleo nudged you gently. “You okay? You’ve been staring at Rafe all night,” she said with a sly smile.

Your cheeks flushed slightly. “Yeah, just… a lot on my mind. I guess I’m just happy things are back to normal.”

“I can tell,” she said with a wink. “Just don’t get too lost in him. We’ve got the whole night ahead of us.”

You laughed, a little too loudly, and nodded. “I’ll try not to.”

But deep down, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of affection every time your eyes met his. It was like all the pieces were falling back into place. The stress, the doubt, the fear—it was all fading, and the relief was almost too much to bear. You still hated his mother and stepfather for everything they put him through, for trying to tear you two apart. But tonight, it didn’t matter. You had Rafe, and that was enough.

The night continued, the laughter and joking never stopping. At one point, Topper even stood up and did an exaggerated version of an old dance move, which had everyone in stitches. Rafe, grinning from ear to ear, leaned over to you and whispered, “Can you believe we’re here, celebrating this?”

You took a deep breath, the weight of everything lifting off your shoulders. “I’m just glad we’re here. Together.”

“And I’m not going anywhere,” he replied, his voice full of sincerity.

Later that night, as you and Rafe walked back to your car, hand in hand, the world felt lighter. You felt a burst of anticipation growing inside you. There were things you wanted to say, things you needed to say. Emotions that had been bottled up too long. The guilt, the anger, the frustration—it was all about to be released.

The house was eerily quiet, empty except for you and Rafe. Noelle was staying over at your cousin’s house for the night, and that gave you the perfect opportunity to finally let loose and express everything you had been holding in. Tonight, it was just the two of you—and nothing else mattered.

As soon as Rafe unlocked the front door, you didn’t hesitate. You shoved the door open, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and pulled him inside. His surprised expression shifted into one of excitement as you pressed your lips to his, silencing any questions with the intensity of your kiss.

He responded immediately, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer. You backed him up into the living room, never once breaking the kiss, your hearts pounding in sync. He stumbled slightly, and you took the opportunity to push him down onto the couch, his back hitting the cushions with a soft thud.

Rafe looked up at you, breathless and grinning. “You sure know how to make an entrance,” he said, his voice rough.

You smiled wickedly, running your fingers through his hair. “Just getting started,” you whispered, your voice low with a mix of affection and desire.

Rafe’s grin widened, his hands trailing down to your hips, pulling you to straddle him. “Well, I’m all yours,” he murmured, his eyes darkening with intent.

You leaned down, hands resting on his thighs, pressing your lips against his again, this time slower, more deliberate. The world outside felt so distant, the only thing that mattered was him—the way he kissed you back, the way his hands gripped you as if he never wanted to let go. You had so much to say, so much to release, but for now, this moment—this feeling—was enough.

You pulled back slightly, your forehead resting against his as you caught your breath. “I’ve been thinking about this all night,” you admitted quietly. “About how much I want you right now.”

Rafe’s chest rose and fell with the same urgency, his eyes meeting yours with that familiar intensity. “I’ve been thinking about it too,” he confessed, his fingers trailing down your spine.

You smiled softly, your heart fluttering. There was so much to say, so much to share, but right now, this was all that mattered. You let the weight of the moment wash over you, savoring the connection between you two, the undeniable spark that had never really faded.

“You’re mine,” you murmured, claiming him in a way that felt like both a promise and a declaration a reminder of everything you've gone through recently.. “And I’m not letting go.”

Rafe’s lips curled into a satisfied grin as he pulled you closer. “Never wanted you to.”

Rafe’s eyes never left you as you stood up, your fingers working quickly to remove your clothing. The look of surprise in his eyes shifted to something deeper, something primal. When you slipped off your last piece, standing before him only in your lingerie and heels, his breath caught.

“You… didn’t tell me about this part,” he said, his voice husky with desire, his eyes darkening as they roamed over your body. He looked like he wanted to reach out, touch you, but you held up a hand, signaling for him to wait.

You took a slow step toward him, a wicked grin curling on your lips. “This night is all about you, Rafe,” you said, your voice low and seductive. “About your win.”

Rafe’s breath hitched, and he nodded without a word, his hands already moving to undo the buttons of his shirt. You watched him intently as he stripped away his clothes, leaving him only in his boxers. His chest was bare, his muscles rippling with every movement, and the sight of him made your pulse quicken.

As he finished, he started to stand up, but you quickly stepped forward, a firm hand on his chest, pushing him back down into the couch. His eyes searched yours, confused but trusting, and you could see the heat building in him.

“No,” you said firmly, your voice steady despite the pounding of your heart. “This is about you tonight. You sit here and let me take care of everything. I’m going to show you just how much you mean to me.”

He leaned back, his eyes locking with yours, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “I like the sound of that,” he murmured, but there was something in his gaze that told you he was willing to let you take control, to let you set the pace for the night.

This wasn’t just about passion—it was about reclaiming what was rightfully his, what was rightfully yours. It was about power, trust, and desire. And tonight, everything was going to be just as you wanted.

You took a deep breath, watching the fire in his eyes flicker as you stepped closer, ready to begin your celebration.

You drop to your knees in front of Rafe and run your hands up and down his thighs, until you reach all the way up and wrap your fingers around the waistband of his boxers, pulling them off.

As you pulled his boxers off, Rafe's eyes never left yours, his gaze burning with anticipation. You could see the tension in his body, the way his muscles flexed as he waited for your next move. You slowly trailed your hands back down his thighs, feeling the softness of his skin, the gentle curve of his muscles.

"Fuck, I've missed this," Rafe whispered, his voice low and husky.

Your fingers danced across his skin, sending shivers down his spine. Rafe's breath caught in his throat as you leaned in, your lips brushing against the tip of his erection. He let out a low moan, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the sensation.

"You have no idea how much I've missed it," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

You wrapped your lips around him, taking him deep into your mouth. Rafe's hands instinctively went to your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he guided you. But you were in control, setting the pace, determining the depth and the pressure.

"Oh, god, yes," Rafe moaned, his hips rising to meet you. "Just like that."

As you moved up and down, Rafe's moans grew louder, his body tensing with pleasure. You could feel his thighs trembling with restraint. You reached up, your hands cupping his balls, gently massaging them as you continued to suck.

"Fuck, you're going to make me come," Rafe warned, his voice strained.

You looked up at him, your eyes locking with his. "Not yet," you said, your voice firm.

Rafe's eyes narrowed, his face twisted in a mixture of pleasure and frustration. "You're killing me," he whispered.

You slowed your pace, teasing him with gentle licks and soft sucks. Rafe's eyes never left yours, his gaze burning with desire.

"Please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Please don't stop."

You smiled, your lips still wrapped around him. "I won't stop until you're begging for mercy," you replied, your voice husky.

Rafe's eyes flashed with excitement, and he leaned back, his hands falling to his sides as he let you take control. You could see the trust in his eyes, the knowledge that you were in charge, and he was yours to command.

As you continued to suck, Rafe's moans grew louder, his body tensing with pleasure. You could feel his thighs trembling with restraint, his hips rising to meet you.

"Oh, god, yes," Rafe whispered, his voice strained. "I'm going to come."

You looked up at him, your eyes locking with his. "Come for me," you said, your voice husky.

Rafe squeeze his eyes shut and he let out a low groan as he came, his cum filling your mouth. You swallowed, feeling the warmth spread through you, and then you stood up, a smile on your face.

Rafe's eyes never left yours, his gaze burning with desire. "You're amazing," he whispered.

You reached down, your hands slipping under the hem and pulled off your panties. Rafe's eyes widened as you straddled him, your legs wrapping around his hips. Unhooking your bra as you settled in his lap.

"I'm not done with you yet," you said, your voice firm.

Rafe's hands went to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as you lined him up to your entrance. You could feel his cock, already hard again and ready, and you sank down onto him, feeling him fill you.

"Oh, god," Rafe whispered, his eyes closing as you began to bounce on his cock.

You leaned forward, your hands on his chest, and rode him, feeling the pleasure build inside you. Rafe's hands went to your breasts, his fingers tweaking your nipples, and you let out a low moan. You let your hair fall around you, creating a curtain of privacy around the two of you. Rafe's eyes locked with yours, his gaze burning with desire, and you could feel the connection between you, the spark of attraction that seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment. The one that's always been there but reignited again after everything.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Rafe whispered, his eyes opening to lock with yours.

You smiled, your eyes never leaving his. "You feel so fucking good," you replied, your voice husky.

"Oh, god," Rafe's voice strained. "You're going to make me come again."

As you continued to ride him, Rafe's hands went back to your hips, his fingers guiding you, helping you set the pace. You could feel the pleasure building inside you, and you knew it wouldn't be long before you came.

As you rode him, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building inside you until it was almost unbearable. You leaned forward again, your lips brushing against Rafe's ear, and whispered, "I'm going to come."

"Come for me," Rafe whispered, his voice strained. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

As you reached the peak, your body surrendered to the intense sensation, shuddering with release. Rafe's hands grasped your hips, holding you firmly in place as he felt your inner muscles contract around him.

In the same moment, Rafe's body began to stiffen, his cock surging with renewed arousal. You felt him twitching inside of you.

"Come with me." The words sparked a fierce response, and Rafe's body erupted in a frenzy of pleasure, his cum filling you as he reached his own climax.

The dual release created a whirlpool of sensation, a swirling vortex of pleasure that swept you both up in its depths. Your bodies moved in perfect sync, the rhythmic contractions of your inner muscles milking Rafe's cock as he emptied himself into you. The sensation was almost overwhelming, a delicious overload of pleasure that left you both breathless and trembling with aftershocks.

As you both settle from your highs, Rafe's hand strokes your lower back as his head hangs off the back of the couch as he tries to catch his breath. Your hands sit on his shoulders and your thumbs draw circles on sweat slicked skin.

"Y'know, this isn't just my win, right?" Rafe asks as he lifts his head back up, looking into your eyes.

"What do you mean?" You ask through a curious smile.

"You've been so strong through all of this, whether you think so or not, this is your win too baby. You didn't have to end up here with me like this. I want to do something for you too." Rafe said, tucking your hair behind your ear.

He lifts you off of him standing up and setting you back down on the couch on your knees, your upper half hanging on the back.

As Rafe's words hung in the air, you felt a shiver run down your spine. You looked back at him, your eyes locking with his, and saw the intensity burning within them. "You're going to fuck me again?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Rafe's smile was wicked, his eyes gleaming with desire. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," he promised, his hand stroking his cock with a slow, deliberate rhythm. "You've been so strong for No, taking care of her and putting her needs before your own. Tonight, is about you to. Tonight, you get to let go and just feel."

You felt a surge of excitement at his words, your body already responding to the promise of pleasure. "I want that," you whispered, your voice husky with desire.

Rafe's eyes flashed with heat, and he leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to give it to you," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "I'm going to make you feel so good, you'll forget your own name."

As he spoke, his hand caressed your ass, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheeks and sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You felt yourself leaning back into his touch, your body arching towards him like a cat seeking attention.

"Please," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Rafe's laughter was low and husky, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, baby," he whispered, "You're gonna love this."

"Ah, fuck," Rafe growled, his voice low and husky, as he slipped his cock into you from behind. You felt him fill you, his thickness stretching you to the limit, and you couldn't help but moan in anticipation.

"Yes, yes, yes," you whispered, pushing back into him, urging him to start moving.

Rafe didn't need any further encouragement. He began to pound into you, his hips slamming into your ass with a relentless rhythm that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You felt yourself being driven forward, your upper body bending over the back of the couch as Rafe's hands grasped your hips, holding you in place.

Just as you were getting into the rhythm, Rafe's hand reached up and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and straining your neck. You felt a surge of pain mixed with pleasure as you were forced to look back at him, your eyes locking with his.

"Look at me," Rafe growled, his eyes blazing with intensity. "I want to see your face when you come."

You couldn't help but obey, your eyes fixed on his as he continued to pound into you. His other hand reached around, his fingers rough and insistent as they rubbed your clit. You felt yourself building towards another climax, your body trembling with anticipation.

"Come on, baby," Rafe urged, his voice low and husky. "Come for me again."

You didn't need any further encouragement. As Rafe's fingers rubbed your clit, you felt yourself tumbling over the edge, your body shuddering with pleasure as you came for the second time. Your legs weakened, shaking beneath you as you felt Rafe's cum spill into you once again.

"Ah, fuck," Rafe groaned, his body stiffening as he came, his hips jerking forward in a final, spasmodic thrust. "Your pussy is so perfect, you're so hot...I couldn't hold back."

As he spoke, his hand released your hair, and you felt yourself collapse forward, your upper body slumping over the back of the couch. Rafe's arms wrapped around you, holding you in place as you both caught your breath, your bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasms.

"Fuck, that was good," Rafe whispered, his voice muffled against your ear. "You're so beautiful when you come."

You couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of satisfaction and pleasure wash over you.

As the last of the tremors subsided, Rafe gently lifted you up and laid you down on the couch, his body spooning yours as he wrapped his arms around you. You felt a sense of comfort and security wash over you, your body relaxing into his as you both caught your breath.

As you lay there, you couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness wash over you. It had been months since you'd felt this way, months since you'd felt like you could just let go and be yourself. But with Rafe, you felt like you could be vulnerable, like you could trust him to take care of you.

You snuggled deeper into his arms, feeling his warmth and his heartbeat against your back. His hand stroked your hair, gentle and soothing, and you felt your eyelids growing heavy.

"I'm so glad we're here again," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Rafe's arms tightened around you, holding you close. "Me too," he whispered back. "I've missed you so much."

You felt a lump form in your throat as you thought about how much you'd missed him too. But for now, you just wanted to be in this moment, to savor the feeling of being back in his arms.

As you lay there, you felt your body start to relax, your muscles unwinding as you let go of all the tension and stress of the past few months. Rafe's body was warm and comforting, his presence a balm to your frazzled nerves that came from everything.

Before you knew it, you were drifting off to sleep, your body intertwined with Rafe's as you both lay on the couch. You felt safe and protected, like nothing could ever hurt you as long as you were in his arms.

As you fell deeper into sleep, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. This was where you were meant to be, in Rafe's arms, surrounded by his love and his warmth. You knew that tomorrow would bring its own set of challenges, still having to rebuild from the turmoil his family caused, but for now, you just wanted to bask in the happiness of this moment.

And as you slept, Rafe's arms held you close, his body wrapped around yours like a shield. You knew that he would always be there for you, to protect you and to love you, no matter what. And with that knowledge, you felt your heart fill with joy and contentment, knowing that you were exactly where you were meant to be.

a/n- a couple of more posts before I take my break. Clearly this is hard for me to leave but I hate unfinished business. Thank you all for your support <3

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Night Nurse

Spooky Diaz x black!fem!OC (Callie)

Word count: 3.8k

Warning (s): 18+ minors gtfo, mentions of blood, suturing, idiots in absolute love, everybody’s fuckin. Awkward ending as always, barely passable Spanish (sorry). just absolute horniness, i was high when i wrote it so probably mistakes (I think that’s it probably idk)

Side note: okay y’all. It has been a long time but I am slowly creeping back into this. If she's rough bear with me it will get better lol

SHE SWERVED AND slid across the streets of Freeridge with her phone in one hand and a tight grip on the wheel with the other. She’s breaking a million laws right now, but there's no care in the world. “Where is he?! " She shouted, turning another corner. “He’s at my house. I’m fixing him. Calmaté.”

“Abuelita…”

She clicks her tongue. “He’s fine, drive safely. Por favor.” Abuelita says with a strict voice before hanging up. She tosses her phone on to the passengers seat and lets out a long exhale, she told herself she was not going to be at his beck and call anymore, that any sprawls he decided to get into she wouldn’t be there to sew him back up and yet here she is hunched over her steering wheel with her pedal to the medal on her way to save him again.

It was always like this: Callie was his night nurse. He’d sneak over, get patched up, spend the night, and disappear by morning. This was their routine for a few years until she confronted the young man about where they stood in their on-again, off-again relationship. An ultimatum had been dropped, one she knew she would lose, and she did.

“It’s either the Santos, or me.”

It wasn’t a wise threat to make this man choose between her and a life he had been a part of for so long. His father was a Santos, his abuelo was one, and his great-grandfather before that. He was a born and bred Santos, and he was going to die like that. And it was no surprise that he chose them. So, when the two parted ways, she decided not to tell him that she was moving to Brentwood, she didn’t know how to break it to him that she was not turning back, not even for him.

Callie finally arrives at the house and throws her car in park before she frantically gets out and almost trips over herself as she bolts to the front door, but when she tries to open it, she’s met with force and realization that the door is locked. “Abuelita?! En serio? Abre la puerta.”

“I didn’t need you slamming the door into the wall,” Abuelita shouts from inside.

She sighs. “I wouldn’t.”

The door swings open to show a petite older woman with a mischievous grin on her face. “Hola mi hija.” Abuelita greets with a big hug. “Where is he?” She whispers in hopes that he wouldn’t hear how concerned she was. “In the kitchen, I’m almost finished with him.” She says closing the door.

Abuelita leads as she follows closely behind with her heart in her hands when she passes the wall dividing the first floor into the kitchen, where Abuelita said he would be, he sits with his back turned to her and she notices a big bottle of tequila in one hand. He could feel her eyes on the back of his head, he could feel the worry radiating from her. Abuelita excuses herself into the silent tension so she could return to sewing up his gashes. She stands in the background watching, noticing bruises on his back and his arm and the dry blood on his ear.

She takes a step forward and swallows her fear of how bad the situation could be, it had to be bad enough for him to not even attempt to call her about it. She makes her way around to face him and her lips slightly part in shock. Abuelita was sewing up one of two deep gashes on his neck and chest, there’s blood smeared on his abdomen and hands, followed by bruises, a black eye with a cut next to his eyebrow. This is the worst she’d ever seen him. “Spooky…” She finally breathes and he shamefully looks up at her, the best he can, and the moment he winces she shakes her head and sits down to meet his eye level. His eyebrows furrowed when he noticed her eyes becoming glossy.

Abuelita does her best to finish as quickly as possible so the two could speak, she tightens her last loop of thread and clips off the rest, she places a gauze on top of the cuts on his neck and holds it down with tape. “Make sure you keep it clean,” She instructed. “And take amoxicillin for at least a week.”

“Where am I supposed to get that?” Spooky grunts. Abuelita grabs the bottle of alcohol off the table and takes a swig of it herself, wincing at the burn in her throat. “You’re the drug dealer.”

She excuses herself and ventures off to find more gauze for him to change when it’s time and the two are left alone. “What the fuck happened?” She finally croaks quickly wiping a tear that had slipped by. “I can’t tell you.”

She sucks her teeth. “Fuck you, you can’t tell me? Por que?”

Spooky sighs and takes a sip of his drink, she sits back and crosses her arms, awaiting an answer. “I just can’t, why can’t you trust that?”

 As a reflex she reaches for the rubbing alcohol and cotton pads, she becomes his night nurse once again as she disinfects any small wounds that Abuelita could’ve possibly missed. The room is silent again as she cleans him up, she does so nervously, feeling those low eyes on her. “Stop.”

“Que?” He smirks slightly knowing exactly what it is. “You’re looking at me, I can feel it.” She gripes and it causes his smile to widen with mischief. “¿No puedo mirarte?”

She rolls her eyes. “I never said that.”

“But you did.” He quickly replied. Callie huffs at him and tosses the cotton pad in the garbage can next to her, she stands as well as her wobbly legs will allow and begins to work on the bloody mess of his eyebrow. Spooky basks in her calming presence and the beautiful scent of her perfume draws another smile from his lips. He looks up at her and she freezes. “Bruh, close your eyes.”

“Okay.” He obeys but it was only moments later when he looks up at her again and she sucks her teeth. “Would you like rubbing alcohol in your eye?”

He shakes his head and finally closes his eyes long enough for her to get him together. His palms are itching to touch her, any part of her. “So, who’s the lucky hyna that gets to take care of you?” Asked Callie who had a hint of jealousy in that tone of hers. He chuckles knowingly and gently pulls at her shirt. “Sit.”

Callie scrunches up her face ready to bite with a sassy comment, but she’s quickly shut down when he pulls her shirt with a little more force, having her feet to shuffle toward him. “Sit here.” He mumbles looking down at his lap. “Spooky…” She warns but he’s not listening. “¿Por favor, cariño? I’m in pain.” He pouts.

Against her better judgment, she gives in to him and swings one leg over his lap, she carefully lowers herself down onto him and he sighs with relief when she does so. “I’m almost done,” Callie mutters, trying her best to not look at his eyes. She cups his chin and tilts his head up slightly so she could get to the cut on his bottom lip. Spooky hisses when she rubs at his lip. “How have you been?” He asks and she shrugs in response. “Am I getting the silent treatment?”

She shrugs again.

“She set me up.” He blurts out, now that gets Callie’s attention. “Cuchillos came to me, saying I was right about nineteenth street, said to set up a meeting, we’ll give them one of our blocks. Next thing I know I wake up in a fucking dog cage…gun to my head.”

Callie swallows and remains quiet as she continues her job. “So, I gotta lay low,” Says Spooky. She finally makes eye contact with him, and she fights her urge to smile while gazing into those chocolate pools of his, she notices his eyes slightly darting all over her face, lingering on her lips longer than anywhere else before they crawl back up to her iris.

She clears her throat and looks away. “I’m… I’m staying somewhere for a while; you can kick it with me.”

“You don’t…” He begins to protest but she shushes him. “Lo sé, estás bien.”  Her fingers have a mind of their own when they ghost over his skin, temptation was right in front of her like a stack of Gold to a thief. “Spooky… there’s something…”

Abuelita interrupts abruptly, “I have a little bit of amoxicillin for you, mi hijo.” She smirks seeing the two air-headed love birds blush with embarrassment as Callie removes herself from his lap. “Mhm.”

Callie snatches the medication and avoids eye contact. “Gracias, abuelita.”

“Mhm.”

+++

THE NEXT AFTERNOON Callie finds herself pacing back and forth after receiving a text message from Spooky informing her that he had to handle a few more things before he can go off grid. She checked her phone constantly for any update, but she was left with nothing. She attempts to take it off her mind with some cleaning and packing— getting ready to leave Freeridge behind.

It helps the time pass, she’s getting her things in order, when the ding of her doorbell commands her attention, her head pokes from around the corner, she’s in the middle of finishing the kitchen when she tiptoes toward the door. “Who is it?” Asks Callie as brave as can be.

“Soy yo, cariño.” Spooky’s familiar voice says, which gives her relief as she quickly unlocks the door. She straightens herself up as if she wasn’t on her toes all day and opens the door nonchalantly. “Hey.”

She stifles a groan when she sees him in his uniform as she liked to call it— his long-sleeved flannel drapes over a white top, shorts that reached his knees and the infamous white socks that stretched to meet with the hem of his pants. There are times when she will make fun of him for it, but often he did look hot in his attire.

Spooky invites himself inside and is immediately bombarded by countless boxes, he frowns at the writing on some of them— packed up items of hers like she had a plan of her own. “So…”

 “I’m just doing… spring… cleaning?”

Spooky’s shoulders bounce as a deep chuckle leaves his lips. “It’s summer.”

Callie bites her lip to hold in her laugh, it was a stupid lie. “¿A dónde vas?”  

She plays with the ring on her finger. “Brentwood.”

His face becomes serious. “You weren’t going to tell me?”

She swallows hard as her demeanour becomes similar to that of a child who’s in trouble for breaking something. “I was going to,” Callie begins to explain, “But we had just gotten into that stupid little fight, and if we’re being honest, I don’t know who I am to you. I mean, we fuck, we take care of each other, you.. you look at me like I’m the fucking sunshine and you still chose the Santos. And I understand, that it’s your life-“

“I’m out-“

Callie continues to ramble, “And I understand they’re your familia— wait, what? Out?”

Spooky smiles slightly, taking a few steps closer to her and she suddenly is feeling small under his gaze, intimidating yet so soft for her. “I handled everything with 19th street this morning they’ve agreed to stop their bullshit, work with the Santos, not against.”

“And Cuchillos just… let you?”

His nostrils flared. “Handled her too.”

Callie knew Spooky well enough to know that handling 19th street and handling Cuchillos were two different things, she’s just another teardrop tattoo under his eye. He takes her hands in his own. “After I found out what she did to my dad, to my brother … his friends. Enough was enough. There’s more to life than this and I want to see it… with you.”

Her eyes widen slightly at his confession. “I want the white picket fence type shit; I want to take our kids to school and pick ‘em up. Can’t do that if I don’t tighten up. Plus, Abuelita made sure I know how stupidI would be if I didn’t tell you how I feel.”

Callie is stunned into silence; her jaw is slack as nothing but air comes out. She reaches up, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead. “You feeling okay?” She giggled. Spooky sucks his teeth and takes back her hand to kiss her fingertips. “I am feeling okay.”

“So, what are we doing?”

“Well, I will follow you to Brentwood, if I can.”

Callie’s heart thumps in her chest. “I mean someone has to carry these boxes and drive the U-Haul.”

He leans down brushing his lips against hers. “I can do that.”

+++

AS THE WEEKS fly by the two were busy unpacking boxes and settling in a new environment, Spooky’s scars were healing nicely, and not just the ones on the outside. Living with Callie was everything he had ever pictured— to be greeted in the morning with her infectious smile and carried into the night by her sparkling eyes, it was a dream.

Spooky enjoyed putting those keys in the zigzagged hole and was welcomed by her loving presence alone. As he pulls into the driveway, he can hear her music from outside and shakes his head. He throws the car in park and jogs to the door with eagerness, he unlocks it and steps inside. He chuckles when his ears are bombarded with Megan Thee Stallion knowing she was probably somewhere in the house twerking.

Callie shouts along to the lyrics of her latest song, Bigger in Texas. He shakes his head. “Mami, you’ll make us all hard of hearing. Alexa, turn it down.”

He hears her shriek from the kitchen. “Don’t turn down my music, pendejo.” She gripes. “They’ll boot us out this neighbourhood.” He laughs. Callie tilts her head up and he leans in giving her a quick kiss. “Good day?”

“Great day.” She answers. The love in the air was full and pure. He watches her in awe as she walks over to her phone to choose a different song. “I got something for you, hold on.”

Callie huffed, choosing a slow song once it started, she put the phone back down and turned back to focus on the wine glasses she was putting away, when Spooky walked back in with flowers, snacks and balloons. She smiles. “I think you need a little break; we've been working on the house a lot.”

She was about to protest until he pulled out a bottle of wine, she turned around, grabbing a glass off the counter happily reaching for the bottle in his hands. She hurries to open the bottle and pour herself a glass, she closes her eyes briefly, savouring the taste and smoothness of it with the slight buzz quickly following. “Thank you,” Callie purrs eyeing him up and down. “How was it with Cesar?”

He slowly shakes his head. “I don’t know what else to do. Pinche bastardo, he’s so stubborn.”

“Spooky, baby, he will come around.”

He huffs. “And what if he doesn’t?”

She bites her lip, she has no answer for that, Cesar seemed very headstrong on staying with the Santos despite Spooky taking the beating for both of them to get out of it. Callie tried her best to understand, he was a teenager who possibly felt lost and confused, someone who was just as stuck as Spooky used to be. “He will.” She reassured him with a hand on his cheek as her thumb brushes over his skin.

Just the tone in her voice makes his shoulder less tense. He gently grabs her wrist and kisses her fingers, smoothly putting her hand on the back of his neck, he pulls her in, his other hand around her waist. She giggles softly, taking one more sip of her wine before putting the glass back down on the counter. She moves in even closer and rests her head on his chest.

The two sway to the slow tune, Back To The River. She closes her eyes and hums to herself lost between the music and his heartbeat. There’s pressure on the top of her head where he rests his own, “I have something to tell you.” Says Spooky.

“Mm.”

“I don’t think… I want to be called Spooky anymore.”

Callie’s eyes dart from left to right, she’s been calling him by his street name forever. She pulls back and looks up at him, and reaches for his face, she gently pulls him to her level. “I’m okay with that, if it will make you happy, I can do that for you.” She kisses him. “Oscar,”

Kiss.

“Emilio,”

Kiss.

“Diaz.” He groans when she kisses him once more and she lingers, they’re lips move in sync in a messy, passionate kiss. Her nails gently scratch at his scalp while his hands roam her waist and further down to her ass, they teasingly grip and squeeze at her supple flesh. The kiss goes deeper when his tongue brushes against her lip and soon meets hers. He picks her up and drops her on the counter. They hungrily go at it until she pulls away breathlessly saying one word. “Upstairs.”

He laughs, taking her off the counter, she koala hugs him with a huge smile on her face as she’s carried up the steps. She’s reluctant to come off once they reach the room, he playfully drops her on the mattress, and she laughs when she’s engulfed by the cloud-soft mattress and the fluffy comforter. The bed dips under her as he joins in the fun, he’s between her legs with each hand beside her head. She cups his face again.

Callie sighs. “I love you.”

Oscar nudged his nose at her own. “I love you more, princesa.”

Their lips meet again. It’s hot and heavy when their hands eagerly remove clothing from each other. His lips wander down to her neck, trail between her collar bone and slide down the valley of her beautiful breasts. His tongue flicks her nipple, it sits perked up like a Hershey kiss chocolate. He takes it into his mouth simultaneously flicking and sucking on her tit.

She’s unable to process the pleasure when his hand slides between her legs, his middle finger finding itself between her slit and slowly rubbing her up and down. “Mmm.”

He drops her breast out of his mouth, a pop and a gentle kiss after. He slips his finger inside and watches as her expressions change. “Tu es linda mucho.” He groans adding another finger inside her creamy cove. Her chest rises and falls with each slow pump he gives her. He moves over to her other breast giving it the same treatment as the other. Her head falls to the side. “Fuck…” She breathes barely above a whisper. Her body begins to heat up, her thoughts fizzing out. Her lips part slightly as his fingers dig deeper. Her mind draws a blank when his warm mouth removes itself from her tit and quickly latches onto her clit. “Ohhh.”

Oscar hums with pleasure, feeling her begin to squirm. “Baby, oh shit…”

Callie’s fingers and toes tingle with satisfaction, her thighs slowly closing around his head, but they’re stopped by his wide shoulders. Oscar sucks on her clit and skillfully maneuvers his fingers inside her tightening hole. “Papito, eso es tan bueno.”

Her moans go straight to his already hard dick, throbbing and begging to go inside her when she finally says, “I’m gonna cum,” She cries inching away from him, but he quickly pulls her to him. Her eyes cross and soon she’s dripping down his beard.

He kisses up to her bellybutton and licks his way to her neck. A moan gets caught in her throat, she’s not even allowed a second to collect herself before he is gently nudging the tip at her entrance, and she welcomes every curve and vein. “Fuuuuuck,” She drags out and Oscar kisses her chin. “Lo tienes, si?” Callie nods and whimpers in response. His thickness was stretching her out in every which way, he pulls back a bit and re-enters her heat. Her eyebrows knit together.

Oscar moves his hips back and forth, slamming into her slow and hard. Her eyes roll to the back of her skull, and she lets out the shakiest breath. Her nails dig into his muscular biceps as he rocks her body, her legs wrapped around him.

“Ay, papitooo.” She whines while he relentlessly pounds her pussy. It’s too good to speak, too good to even shriek, and she’s lying there taking everything he’s giving her. It’s building up in the pit of her stomach that blissful orgasm inches closer when she feels his lower stomach rub against her clit. Her lips are stuck in a permanent O' and her nails dig deeper.

Oscar moans, she’s soft and slick and coating his dick with her pleasure. “Give it to me, I got you.”

Callie’s body stiffens and her toes crack as a wave of pleasure washes over her entirely. His name falls off her lips like a broken record until she can no longer speak. Her juices are dripping down his shaft. “There it is.”

“Pendejo…” She moans with a smile. “Yeah?” He chuckles. “Gírate. Turn around.”

But Callie wasn’t moving fast enough for him, he flips her like a pancake and tugs her ankles. “Up.”

As she adjusts on her knees she can hear him say, “Too fuckin’ pretty.” She gasps when he’s quickly back inside her, the sound of skin slapping drowns out the music from downstairs. She’s a whimpering, babbling mess under him. “That’s it, that’s iiiiit, yeees.”

Oscar feels himself twitching inside her with every stroke she’s throbbing around him. He gets lost in it, savouring every piece of it even the sound of how wet she is. “Fuck, baby.” He chokes out. Now it’s his turn to feel that tingle in his toes, the tightening of his balls. “I’m cumming babyyy,”

That’s all he needed to hear, a few more hard pumps and he’s spilling inside her, coating her walls with his warmth. “Mmmm.” Callie purrs.

Oscar drags his nose between her shoulder blades and in the crook of her neck, his breathing tickles her skin and she laughs. “Boy, get off me.”

“You sure?” He slaps her ass and pulls out of her, still half hard. Callie drops on the bed and sighs, Oscar lies right next to her, kissing her shoulder and lightly licking her sweat. “We gotta go break the shower in too.”

“Oscar,” She warned. “Estoy bromeando, kind of.”

The room is so quiet that Callie begins to drift off. “Cal…”

She mumbles tiredly, “Sí papito.”

“Thank you, for being there.”

She smiles.

“I’ll always be there.”

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Teenage Dirtbag XV

JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron

Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, abusive relationship, domestic violence, mentions of violence (+ gun violence), gun kink, dacryphilia, attempted murder, blood, semi public sex,  jealousy, manipulation, infidelity, underage drinking, drug use, canon ages, kook!reader

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summary: You’re charmingly spoiled. You’re too kind for your own good. You’re the princess of Figure 8 …and you’re way out of JJ Maybank’s league, but when he realizes that Rafe Cameron’s pride and joy is actually a bruised and battered damsel, he’s determined to save you.

Your rescue just comes with a price.

⭑

“Mother, please…”

Your parents and Rafe found your exasperation amusing, your back vibrating from the feel of his soft chuckle as you leaned against him. The blond wrapped his arms around you as your mother quietly pleaded for ‘just one more’. Your father wasn’t on your side on today of all days, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

“You know how she gets,” he told you. “Let her have this.”

“It’s just Midsummers,” you said to them. “We do this every year.”

You tried not to let your unenthusiastic thoughts slip through too much, but where there was once a time you loved Midsummers, you mostly just wanted to get the night over with now. It still brought you joy—this you wouldn’t deny—but it wasn’t the same as it used to be. You used to look forward to it, and while you enjoyed getting dolled up and seeing your parents’ friends as they asked about you, you didn’t enjoy smiling in everyone’s faces and gushing over how happy you were with Rafe.

You looked forward to the food and drinks and floating around in a beautiful dress, but you didn’t look forward to Rafe’s hand on your waist all night. You didn’t look forward to laughing along as countless people wondered when Rafe planned on popping the question. You didn’t look forward to posing for countless pictures.

…as you were currently doing.

“Mother,” you sighed.

“You should be used to this by now,” she softly laughed. “…and grateful because I’m going to be far worse than you could ever imagine on your wedding day.”

Your stomach twisted at that, and you swallowed down bile just as Rafe tightened his arms around you.

“Stop being such a brat and just let your mom take the picture.”

His voice was quiet as his lips grazed your ear, and you kept a smile on your face as he straightened again. The older woman made a noise of approval, and you felt no relief when she was finally done. You glanced at Rafe just as your mother turned to your father to discuss the best ones, face even as your boyfriend adjusted your necklace.

He’d just bought it.

“Just stop smiling,” he murmured. “You look like you’re being tortured.”

“I have no idea what you mean.”

Rafe paused, staring you down for a moment before a small smirk made its way onto his lips. Dropping one arm, the other hand moved towards your face, touching your red lips.

“Cute…”

“We’ll meet you both there,” your father said over his shoulder as he walked your mother to his car. “…and please don’t forget to set the alarm. I think someone broke into our pool house.”

His words made your heart drop, and you whipped your head around to stare at the older man with wide eyes.

“What?” you said, voice uneven.

Your father made a gesture with his hand like he was scolding himself for forgetting to tell you that.

“Yeah, I went in there the other day looking for my golf clubs, and it just looked…off. Lived in,” he said, opening the car door. “I might install a camera or two, I don’t know.”

They bid you both goodbye, none the wiser to the internal turmoil he’d just caused, and you swallowed just as Rafe started to pull you back inside. You heard him scoff.

“Probably some Pogue looking to mooch,” he snidely commented, making his way to your father’s bar. “Typical.”

Clearing your throat, you grabbed your purse.

“It’s probably nothing,” you found yourself murmuring. “Besides, it’s a pool house, not exactly The Hilton.”

“Babe, your fucking basement would be like The Ritz to those people,” Rafe said with a shake of his head as he downed a quick drink. “You think too highly of them and their lack of standards.”

You really didn’t want Rafe of all people to preach to you about standards, and you huffed.

“Do you plan on driving there drunk or…?”

Rafe was in a lighter mood today, and so that actually brought a chuckle out of him. Pouring one more drink out of your father’s bottle, he made his way to you. When he kissed you, you could taste the alcohol on his lips, and you watched him pull away to empty the glass.

“I need something in my system if I’m going to be around my family and their friends all night. Especially Rose’s book club women,” he said with a shudder, guiding you out after setting the alarm.

You were almost to his truck when he stopped you, forcing you to face him. You felt nervous as you looked at the blond because you had no idea what he was thinking nor what was about to come out of his mouth. You rested your hands on his arms as he pulled you closer, his own hands comfortable at the small of your back. His blue gaze flitted between your own.

“Try to lose the pout, alright?” he said to you. “Your knee is much better, your nose is practically like new, and you look good enough to eat.”

Rafe leaned in, gently pressing his lips to your cheek.

“Things could always be worse,” was what he said to you when he pulled away, a hint of a threat in his voice as he stared into your eyes.

Yes, you supposed that was true, and you allowed him to walk you to the passenger door.

You didn’t know what Ward had said to him exactly, but you couldn’t ignore the restraint Rafe had practiced for weeks, now. You didn’t know if Ward had legitimately found something to scare him with or if it was a conversation that went more along the lines of ‘at least wait for her to fully recover’. You realized that your thoughts were bordering along something much worse than praising a fish for swimming, but it was relieving to not have to deal with Rafe’s violence and especially for this length of time.

The reprieve was almost enough to make you feel bad for seeing JJ behind his back.

Almost.

“I almost didn’t recognize you.”

The dark-haired girl turned to look at you, her confusion dying down as she placed the face to the voice. Kie weighed your words over in her mind, head slightly tilting from side to side before a small smile adorned her face.

“I know that’s meant as a compliment, so I’ll take it as one,” she said, taking her drink from the bartender. “I look like an uppity Kook princess…no offense.”

You didn’t take any offense to it.

“I know you wouldn’t dare be caught dead here willingly,” you commented, and Kie rolled her eyes over to her mom.

The woman was talking to your mom, a third woman with them that you didn’t recognize.

“It’s amazing how you know me so much better than my own mom,” she snidely replied, taking a sip of her punch. “She keeps waiting for me to ‘grow up’ as she puts it…”

You felt her eyes on you as the bartender finally gave you your own drink. You discreetly shook your head when he asked if you wanted anything else in it, the man no doubt familiar with how underage attendants got their way around here. At Kie’s surprised look, you spoke.

“I still take painkillers, so…”

The tan girl nodded at that, and a look passed over her features that looked a lot like concern.

“Sarah told me that your leg is much better.”

“It is, yeah,” you confirmed. “I can walk without a splint for the most part, but Rafe and my parents still want me to stay off of it if I can.”

She nodded, a soft ‘that’s good’ reaching your ears. Kie looked like she wanted to say more, and despite you two being friendly—with her eventually coming around to you—it was very clear in this moment that you were not friends. You blamed Rafe for that and was just about to go find him when she spoke again.

“It’s not my place…it’s really JJ’s to tell you the truth, but… He was really out of line that day in the hospital.”

Her words took you by surprise, her expression even more so because she looked genuinely embarrassed by what had occurred.

“Yeah, Rafe’s an asshole, and sure, sometimes he’s an asshole to you, and we’re probably the only ones who ever see that, but… JJ accusing him of that was really gross and uncalled for,” she continued.

You looked down at her words, unable to defend JJ in the way you wanted. Everyone thought he was just being a dick who hated Rafe, but in actuality he was right, and you took a sip of your drink.

“His feelings aren’t any excuse to accuse someone of something like that…”

You looked at her again at her words, expression inquiring.

“You know, about Rafe…and you,” she eventually added, albeit reluctantly.

She shrugged at the look on your face, her own expression softer than what you were used to.

“I think he likes you,” she said, shocking you. “Or…at the very least you surprised him. You’re just not what he expected.”

You struggled to respond to that, taking another sip.

“What makes you say that?” you wondered with a scoff.

“He brings you up sometimes. Just to me,” she added at the look on your face. “Nothing crazy. I just think he worries about you dating Rafe, and I keep telling him you’re with that guy for a reason.”

You swallowed, unsure of how to feel about JJ talking to Kie about you.

“There’s probably a whole other side to Rafe the rest of us will just never see…”

You thought to yourself if she only knew.

“That’s flattering,” you slowly said, attempting to steady your heart. “I didn’t even think JJ cared enough about me to talk about me to anyone. Especially to you.”

Sarah was always vocal about how tight-knit John B.’s friend group was before she came along. There’d been a few days where you absentmindedly listened to her talk about how she’d felt like she was intruding at first, only feeling welcomed by all after some time. You especially remembered a few comments on how protective Kie was over her boys, doubly so towards Sarah considering their history.

“I was surprised too,” the other girl agreed. “…but I guess he just wanted to talk to a girl about it.”

You only nodded at that, and you could feel her gaze on you, although it was hard to read when you looked at her.

“You know he’s here tonight…”

Even though your face didn’t move, your heart did skip a beat in your chest, and you sharply inhaled. You didn’t need her to confirm who she was talking about, but she did anyway, and you took another sip of your drink.

“He’s making some extra money,” she explained. “I didn’t get why he’d want to work Midsummers of all events, but…maybe now I do.”

Your gaze met hers at that, and before you could really study her expression, you were interrupted.

“You’re going to hang by the bar all night?” Rafe wondered, saddling up next to you as he flagged down the bartender.

He only just noticed Kie after a moment, throwing her a dismissive look before resting his blue eyes on you.

“Is she why I’ve had to entertain myself with Kelce and Topper despite coming with my beautiful girlfriend?”

You hated the way he talked about her like she wasn’t there, but before you could scold him on it, Kie made herself scarce with one last glance thrown your way. You forced it out of your mind, sighing at him.

“You three were discussing football. I figured that was your subtle way of excluding me…”

After being handed a drink he was just shy of being legal for, Rafe snaked his arm around your waist. He pressed his lips to yours, humming to himself.

“If I’d wanted you to go away, I would’ve said so,” he murmured into the kiss.

His lips made their way to your cheek, and that was the moment you took note of familiar blond hair over his shoulder. Just as Kie said, he was wearing a uniform, a serving tray in his hand, and you blinked. Was he really here just for you? It seemed like way too big of a risk to take, but you found yourself glad that he was.

You needed to tell him that he couldn’t sleep in the pool house for a while.

It was then that you heard Kelce call your boyfriend over, and you both turned to see the other guy waving him over. He and Topper and some of Rafe’s other friends were laughing down at someone’s phone, and Rafe squeezed your waist.

“Now I’m telling you to entertain yourself,” he chuckled. “I won’t be long.”

He left you to go and see what was so funny, and you tapped your finger against your glass a few times before stepping away. JJ’s blue gaze was already on you when you glanced over, and you looked back at Rafe one more time before stepping into the building. A few beats had passed before you heard footsteps mirroring yours.

Knowing this cursed place like the back of your hand, you were quick and discreet in slipping into a storage room. You swallowed down the rest of your drink as you slowly paced, telling yourself you were on a time crunch. It wasn’t too much longer before you had company, and you were quick to get your words out before JJ got the wrong idea.

“You can’t stay at the pool house tonight,” you told him, giving him pause. “Not for a while actually. Not until I can convince my father he doesn’t need to install cameras.”

You sighed.

“I might just tell him I’m the one who’s been in there.”

The blond nodded at that, and you watched him purse his lips.

“So…this isn’t what I thought it was going to be.”

You couldn’t hold back your smile at that, gently laughing to yourself.

“No, JJ,” you admonished. “Rafe is…right outside.”

You gestured towards the door.

“…and his friends will keep him occupied for a while sure, but definitely not long enough to…”

You trailed off, shrugging and dropping your arm. Your words made JJ’s eyebrows raise, and he gave you a look you were more than familiar with.

“That sounds like a challenge.”

You gave him a look.

“JJ…be serious…”

He slowly made his way to you, keeping his eyes on yours the entire time.

“I am,” he breathed, gaze finally dropping. “You look beautiful.”

Rafe had given you the same compliment, but it meant more coming from JJ’s lips, and your own lips parted. Your stomach always flipped when he said things like that to you, and you reminded yourself that you hadn’t met up with him for this. You said that, but the more you looked at him the more you thought how nice he looked in something akin to a suit.

JJ’s blond hair was just a tad neater, resembling Rafe’s almost, and you didn’t think you liked it. Too busy taking in his uncharacteristic appearance, you didn’t pay attention to how close he’d gotten until his hand was touching your necklace. It was a tennis one, the expensive piece of jewelry catching the light, and you focused in on JJ’s face just as he let out a low whistle.

“Rafe bought it,” you explained, noting how much it felt like a collar. “He insisted I wear it tonight.”

You glanced at the clock on the wall, telling yourself to leave, to tell JJ that you’d see him later. However, you couldn’t deny that you didn’t want to, hating that you were here with Rafe instead. You wanted to prolong your time with the other blond for as long as possible, and you knew that JJ was thinking the same thing by the way his hand rested on your cheek.

“JJ…”

Your voice was low as he moved closer.

“Rafe isn’t going to be distracted forever.”

He looked between your eyes at that, his teeth sinking into his lip. He seemed to be contemplating it for a few moments before dropping to his knees. Your heart thudded in your chest as he reached under your dress, dragging your underwear down, and you didn’t stop him as your stomach flipped. You didn’t miss the way he slipped them into his pocket as he stood, lips immediately finding yours.

You couldn’t resist rubbing your thighs together in anticipation, feeling heat settle in the pit of your stomach. JJ tasted the inside of your mouth, and you could tell he’d had a drink or two earlier. He took his time in kissing you, mouth slowly moving against yours, and somewhere along the way he seemed to remember where you were…what you were not supposed to be doing…and who you had to get back to.

Resting between JJ and the wall, you helped him undo his pants, hand immediately wrapping around his cock the moment it was free. He hissed against your lips, and you couldn’t hold back your smile, kissing him harder and stroking him. He groaned into the kiss when you squeezed him, and reminding yourself of Rafe, you pushed your lower half against his.

One of JJ’s hands slid behind your thigh before hooking your leg against his waist. He rested between your legs as his lips traveled down your neck, and with your underwear in his pocket, you could feel the tip of him poking at your bare skin, a shudder passing through you as you wrapped your arms around him.

Guiding the tip of him between your folds, JJ pushed himself through his fist a few times before sliding into you with one quick thrust. You threw your head back, gasping at the tight fight and thinking you liked it a little better when you weren’t as wet. The slight burn made you buck your hips, and JJ’s hands were tight on you as he started to thrust into you.

You couldn’t swallow down your moan, reaching out to press your hand against the wall as JJ fucked you. Wrapping your other arm around his shoulder and neck, you pressed your face against him, teeth sinking into the nice shirt he had on. His hands were guiding your hips to meet him thrust for thrust, his cock stretching you out. You grew wetter with every movement, and it wasn’t long before each thrust was smoother and easier than the last.

For a few moments, you forgot all about Rafe and Midsummers and the fact that you had to go back out there and smile on your boyfriend’s arm. There was even a faint thought that he might be looking for you that you pushed out of your mind. All you could focus on was the feeling of JJ inside of you, chasing both of your climaxes. You wanted to keep fucking him for hours, but you knew that wouldn’t be possible, now.

You glanced at the clock again when JJ left open mouthed kisses against your throat, groaning against your skin as you squeezed him. You kept pushing your hips forward to meet his thrusts, dripping around his cock, and pulling at his uniform. Your other hand reached between you, dipping under your dress and circling your bundle of nerves. Your toes curled at the feel, and when you came, you came hard.

You swallowed down your moan as you tightened around JJ, and when your climax triggered his own, he pressed his face into the crook of your neck. You clung to each other as you came together and getting it in your head that you needed to go, you dropped your leg. You were going to help JJ get redressed, but he deterred you with a quick kiss.

“Go, go,” he urged, ushering you out of the room, and you hurried to make sure your hair and dress were fine as you sped away from the room.

You were down the hall when you felt JJ dripping down your thighs, and with a start, you realized he still had your underwear. You were contemplating turning back when you heard your name, the sound getting closer and closer until Rafe finally rounded the corner. Your eyes were wide as they met his angry ones, and you didn’t get a word out before his hand tightened on your arm.

“Where the hell have you been?”

“The bathroom,” was your quick answer, blinking before adding to it. “…and then the kitchens. I was trying to find a ginger-ale. My stomach felt weird.”

“I’ve been looking for you forever,” he spat, pulling you in the opposite direction of the party. “Sarah and my dad are being especially irritating, right now.”

When Rafe pulled you into an empty room, your heart sank.

…because you knew what he wanted.

“Rafe…not here…”

Your words actually gave him pause, and your boyfriend looked at you like you’d lost your mind. One of his hands pressed to the very door you were leaning against, and you watched him tilt his head at you. His hair wasn’t so neat now—a sign that he’d been running his hands through it—and you swallowed at the way he looked between your eyes.

“We’ve never not fucked at Midsummers,” he told you. “It’s practically a tradition, now.”

He softly laughed to himself, finding that funny.

“Can’t we just go? Let’s just go home and shower and-.”

“I’m not ready to go,” he cut you off, eyeing you. “My sister has been annoying me, and my dad is making me want to snort four lines of coke, and instead, I choose to fuck my girlfriend.”

The determination on his face made your nerves spike, and you were all too aware in this moment of the feel of JJ’s cum drying on the inside of your thighs. You didn’t think Rafe would even notice such a thing in his haste to be inside of you, but you knew you didn’t have the capacity to not feel icky fucking Rafe after just doing so with JJ.

“…but for whatever reason, she’s fighting me on that.”

Now, he looked angrier than he did before, and you looked towards the ceiling.

“I thought we were past this…”

When you looked at him again, his face was much closer.

“I thought we were on the same page about the least you could do in this relationship.”

You looked down at that, chest clenching painfully at the memory. The silence between you was thick with tension, and when he slowly reached up to touch your face, you let your eyes close.

“Are you going to fuck me, or do I need to give you another nose job?”

At his soft words, you looked into his eyes. Rafe was entirely serious, and with a shaky sigh, you reached for his belt. He didn’t say a word as you unbuckled it, and you shuddered when he leaned in to kiss your cheek, inhaling at the feel of you slipping your hand into his pants. His hand reached up to the back of your neck as you stroked him, fingers finding that stupid necklace and tightening it around your throat.

“Fuck,” he cursed against your skin.

Rafe moved you towards an empty table, hurried in pushing you onto it, and he didn’t hesitate in covering your frame and guiding himself into you. He groaned at the smooth entry, kissing you again and pushing his hips against yours.

“So wet for me already?” he hummed into the kiss.

He reached under you to lift your hips a bit, holding you right where he wanted you as he thrust into you. So eager to fuck you, Rafe didn’t even notice your lack of underwear. Or at least not enough to comment on it if he did, too preoccupied with taking out his frustrations on your body. You held onto him and his arm as you squeezed your eyes shut, fighting to convince yourself that you weren’t as horrible as you felt.

It wasn’t even twenty minutes ago when JJ was inside of you, fucking you in some storage room and fighting to make you come before you had to get back to Rafe. Now, here you were, once again in an empty room but having sex with someone entirely different. You shuddered as you recalled Rafe’s words, knowing that it wasn’t your arousal for him but instead a combination from both you and JJ after the other blond had come inside of you.

The thought made you want to shy away from the man on top of you, but there was nowhere to go. The table shook beneath his rough thrusts, and Rafe seemed to forget that you were there as he pounded into you. You flinched and squirmed beneath your boyfriend from both the rough treatment and the overstimulation, feeling torn between wanting to come again and pushing Rafe away.

When he fisted his hand into the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your head back, you knew that you were in for a long night.

Your chest was painfully tight as you stared at Rafe in horror. Your boyfriend looked nothing like the gentleman he pretended to be but instead like the monster he often was. Only this time, that violent gleam in his eyes wasn’t directed at you. It had set its sights on JJ.

“Rafe…come on, this is ridiculous, let’s just go,” you repeated for the umpteenth time.

It was only an hour ago that you were hanging onto him as he fucked you in some empty room, pent up and angry at both Sarah and Ward. Now—somehow—you’d found yourselves outside as his friends held JJ’s arms, your boyfriend gearing up to hit him again. It was unfair and disgusting and cruel.

“You’re being an asshole, and for what? Because he’s here?”

The party was still going on, and twenty minutes ago you’d thought you were leaving. Now, you were basically forced to watch Rafe hurt the guy you were sleeping with. He kept telling you to leave, that this wouldn’t take long and wouldn’t be much longer, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to abandon JJ so easily.

“Rafe!”

“Get in the damn truck,” he called over his shoulder.

He sounded exasperated with you, and his friends chuckled. You looked between them in disgust, most notably at Topper who clearly wasn’t enjoying this as much as the others but didn’t have the balls to actually say something. Disappointed in all of them, your eyes briefly met JJ’s, his practically pleading with you to just leave.

You huffed.

“Fuck this,” you spat, making your way back towards the building to find someone who worked here.

Your tone must have caught Rafe’s attention because he was quick to stop you, roughly grabbing you.

“Woah, woah, woah,” he chuckled, but it had an edge to it. “I thought I said to wait in the truck?”

He looked at you like you’d lost your mind.

“What, you’re-you were going to go tattle on me?”

“This is shitty, and I won’t stand by and let it happen,” you replied.

“Who gives a fuck? He’s a Pogue!”

“…and so that makes this okay? I want to go home, and you want to stand here beating on someone who can’t even fight back!”

Rafe looked between your eyes, and you hated the way he tilted his head.

“Why do you care so much about what happens to him?”

“You’re so stupid-! It could be anyone, Rafe,” you sneered. “This is childish and mean.”

Rafe stared you down for what felt like too long—too still—and your heart beat faster the longer it went on. Before you knew it, his hand had fisted into your hair, and he was dragging you over to his friends.

“See… This is why he’s always making googly eyes at you,” Rafe said, not sounding the least bit amused. “This is why he’s making comments and accusations about me and our relationship.”

Rafe maneuvered his arm around your neck, holding you close as he grinned at JJ.

“You’re too nice, baby. Too sympathetic,” he chuckled, gesturing to the other blond. “He’s got himself a little crush, I just know it.”

You attempted to move out of Rafe’s grip, but he wouldn’t budge. You hated the bruising that was already forming under JJ’s eyes and the blood on his lip too. You made a noise of protest when Rafe kissed you on the lips, sloppily and rough, before turning away.

“Hey, JJ,” your boyfriend softly said, tone mocking. “She’s just being nice…because that’s just who she is.”

“Rafe…”

“Don’t go getting any ideas.”

“You’re making a fool of yourself,” you spat at Rafe, knowing that he was doing so in more ways than one.

Rafe looked at you in mock outrage, shrugging.

“I’m just trying to help him out,” he told you. “It’s not my fault these Pogues always want what we have.”

“Rafe, stop this,” you hissed. “You’re being an asshole.”

The words had barely left your mouth when his hand roughly closed around your chin. You winced at the feel, and neither you nor Rafe missed the way JJ tried to break free. Rafe’s friends chuckled at the sight, but Rafe didn’t, merely staring at the other blond.

“Look at you,” he finally mused. “I don’t know whether I should feel flattered or offended that you feel so protective over my girlfriend.”

There wasn’t a hint of humor in his tone, and before you could quite marinate on that, you were harshly thrown to the ground. The mood seemed to shift at that, and you could tell that his friends hadn’t been expecting that. You didn’t know if Rafe was drunk or high or both, but he’d never been so public in his cavalier treatment of you.

“She’s my girlfriend, JJ, and I could do anything I want to her…”

You attempted to push yourself up when you felt the sole of his shoe on your knee…that knee.

“I could set her little healing journey back…”

You looked up at him with wide eyes, sure that he wouldn’t with so many witnesses, but also…not so sure. You glanced at JJ, but the other blond was staring at Rafe with wide eyes, and you couldn’t tell whether he was angry or scared. Probably both.

“I could rip her hair out right here…” he gestured to his friends. “…and do you think any of them would stop me?”

“Rafe,” Topper finally said, and your boyfriend’s gaze snapped to him.

“Would you?”

Topper just stared at him, but his silence spoke volumes, and you only attempted to stand again when your boyfriend finally moved his foot. He pointed around, his gaze resting on JJ again.

“None of them are going to do shit,” he said to him. “So, what makes you so special to think you have a say in how I treat my girlfriend?”

Your lips trembled as you finally stood to your feet.

“…because she was nice to you once? Because she doesn’t want me to kick your ass now?”

You looked between them, the faint sounds of the party reaching your ears.

“Truth be told, I should kick your face in for that stunt you pulled at the hospital,” your boyfriend sneered.

“Rafe, you’ve made your point!”

You hated this entire pissing contest he was doing, and at this point, you half expected Rafe to whip it out and mark his territory. He stared JJ down for what felt like too long, his friends equally uncomfortable now with the turn the night had taken. You could see it in his eyes that he wanted to slap you clear across the face—maybe even break your arm—all just to prove that he could do whatever he wanted to you, and there wasn’t a thing JJ could do about it.

Rafe, however, settled for harshly grabbing your face and spitting right into your mouth as you gasped.

Taken aback, you couldn’t hold in your coughing fit, forced to follow along as he roughly grabbed your arm.

“Like I said JJ. Anything I want,” he repeated.

Dragging you along, Rafe tossed his next words over his shoulder at his friends.

“That Pogue’s all yours.”

You felt riddled with disgust the whole way to his truck, humiliated and angry. You blinked back tears as you recalled the way his friends did nothing, didn’t even move a muscle as he threw you to the ground, and you didn’t know what you hated more—that or Topper’s cowardly attempt that he ultimately backed out of.

Once you were at his truck and away from prying eyes, the slap came harshly and swiftly.

It made your ears ring and your cheek sting, tears forming behind your eyes as Rafe leaned in. His nose grazed the burning cheek, and you could hear his labored breathing as his chest heaved against your arm. He didn’t say anything for a few minutes, and neither did you, just staring into the darkness as a few tears finally spilled over.

“That is the last time you defend that Pogue…especially around me,” he whispered. “Do you understand?”

You started to nod when his hand circled around your throat, making you sharply inhale.

“I want to hear you fucking say it.”

Pulling at his arm, you eventually gave up on that, forcing the word out.

“Yes,” you struggled to say.

Shoving you away from him, he opened the passenger door, telling you to get inside. Wiping your face, you did, settling in the seat with a newfound hatred for Midsummers.

This was something I didn’t know I needed 😩😫😩😫

Ocean Eyes

Austin North x Reader x Drew Starkey

Summary: Your boyfriend and his best friend have a lot in common. For one thing, they both like watching the other fuck you.

warnings: unprotected sex, voyeurism, threesome, mentions of cockwarming, p*rn with a plot

➥ banner by @vase-of-lilies

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When your boyfriend’s best friend said he wanted to watch one night, you were a little too tipsy to take him seriously, let alone consider the awkward aftermath of such a request. Everyone was drinking and saying things they didn’t really mean or give a second thought to, so naturally you figured the other man was no exception. You let out a light laugh as his words reached your ears beyond the low music, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend from behind.

“You’ll have to ask Austin.”

Your tone was light, words slurring just a tad as you said it before resting your cheek against his back. You could feel the vibration as he laughed, hand reaching up to rest over yours on his stomach. When he threaded his fingers through yours, you lifted your gaze, catching his eye as he glanced over his shoulder. There was a small smirk on his pink lips before he glanced over to the third party in this conversation.

“Yeah, sure,” he lightly said. “Why not…”

It was his shrug and the shared chuckle between the two that led you to believe it was all jokes.

However, an hour and a half later, when Austin was leading you upstairs by the hand—and Drew was only a step behind—you started to think that the conversation wasn’t as lighthearted as you’d led yourself to believe. You gave the other man a weird look over your shoulder, convinced he was just taking a joke too far, but when his blue eyes met yours, there was an excited glint there that gave you pause.

“Wait, you guys are serious?” you finally wondered to your boyfriend, blinking at him with parted lips when Drew followed you both into the room.

Austin’s hands were on your waist as he pulled you against him, chest flush with yours, and you didn’t know if you should blame it on the alcohol, but you couldn’t ignore the excited flip in your stomach when you heard the lock click behind you. The faint sound of music bled through the walls, reminding you of the party still going on downstairs.

“It’s Drew,” was his simple response, shrugging at you like the other man was practically nothing. “Just pretend like he’s not even there.”

Those last words were a whisper as he leaned in, lips grazing yours almost unsurely, as if testing the waters and giving you time to back out. Drew, your boyfriend’s best friend—and your friend—was very quiet, making it easy to do just as Austin suggested. You were deep in thought as you looked between his eyes, thinking about how much you really wanted to have sex with your boyfriend.

There had never been a time when you wanted to have sex with him, and you didn’t have sex with him. You were starting to understand less and less why tonight needed to be a first just because Drew was sitting in the corner. You knew that if you looked over at him, you’d lose your nerve, and you didn’t want to. Reaching up, you covered Austin’s hands with your own, humming to yourself.

“Okay,” you whispered in a small voice, just loud enough for him. “He’s not even there.”

You kept that in mind as Austin kissed you, allowing your eyes to close and kissing him back. The alcohol in your system definitely helped with the nerves that were threatening to take over, and you had to remind yourself that Drew only wanted to watch. It wasn’t like anyone was suggesting more than that, and the thought of that was so nerve-wracking that your current reality seemed like nothing in comparison.

It wasn’t long before you were kissing your boyfriend and touching him the same way you did when you two were alone. In fact, when he was propped up on the bed and your knees were on either side of his waist, you’d forgotten about Drew entirely. You were only concerned with being as close to Austin as possible, one hand traveling down his torso before stopping at the waist of his pants.

He huffed when you did, and you giggled at his frustration.

You could feel how hard he was, and the only thing that prevented you from prolonging the inevitable was how badly you wanted him inside of you. When one of his hands grabbed yours, you didn’t stop him, smiling into the kiss as your hand was guided past the fabric. Sliding past another layer of fabric, your fingers grazed the length of him, wrapping your hand around him and feeling satisfied at the shudder you felt.

With one arm curving around your waist, Austin lied back completely before rolling you both over. He was moving to gently push at the bottom of your skirt while you stroked him, hand sliding and gently twisting around his cock. Soft lips met the expanse of your neck, and you threw your head back to give him more room, a soft moan escaping your lips.

You were still stroking him when his fingers grazed over you, a thin layer of fabric preventing skin to skin contact that was quickly removed. The cool air against your wet pussy lips forced a shiver down your spine, but another quickly followed for a whole other reason, and your chest arched up against your boyfriend’s.

One long finger stroking your walls felt like a tease, and when he added a second, your toes curled. Whatever moan was threatening to climb out of your throat was swallowed by his lips, mouth covering yours in a hungry kiss. The feel of his fingers inside of you almost made it hard to concentrate on caressing his cock, fist tightening ever so slightly around him and pulling a groan from his mouth.

His other hand was just dipping underneath your shirt before he pulled away completely.

“Get this off,” he murmured, helping you pull the thin fabric over your head.

He wasted no time in reaching for your bra, easily unhooking it, the pink thing thrown haphazardly on the floor somewhere just as he leaned down. When his lips covered one of your breasts, a hardened bud against his tongue, you reached up to thread your fingers through his blond locks. Your gaze was on the ceiling even though your lashes kept fluttering, eyes open half the time.

You were intently focused on getting naked, happily lifting your hips when he reached down to pull at your skirt. Determined to be on even ground, you tugged at his shirt, and you smiled up at him when he sat up to give you what you want. However, when Austin reached behind his head to yank it off, your eyes caught sight of someone you’d wholly forgotten about.

Drew’s gaze was intensely focused on the sight before him.

The reminder of his presence had actually given you pause, a brief feeling of self-consciousness filling you. You figured it was noticeable, because your attention was pulled away from the other man, Austin’s hand resting on your cheek as he softly pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was tender, meant to be reassuring, and it did its job.

“He’s not even here,” your boyfriend whispered against your lips. “It’s just you and me.”

You nodded, repeating those words to yourself, teeth pressing into your lip when you helped him get his pants off. From the corner of your eye, you were reminded of Drew’s presence again, but you forced yourself to keep your gaze on Austin’s cock, reaching for it as you sat up. Not wanting to see Drew at all—knowing you’d probably lose all your nerve if you so much as made eye contact with him—you leaned over and wrapped your lips around the length of your boyfriend.

Cheeks hollowed and hand around the base of him, you bobbed your head and slid your lips over what you could reach. You didn’t ease into it, satisfied at the sound of Austin’s sharp intake of breath, and you only grew more comfortable at the feel of his fingers massaging over your scalp. It was a soothing feeling that contrasted against the heat between your legs, making your eyes roll.

You couldn’t stop yourself from reaching between them, touching yourself. You brushed your fingers over your clit before sliding them between your folds with ease, moaning at the feel, the vibrations traveling to his cock. The sounds of your mouth were loud in the room, saliva coating his length and making the glide of your tongue along his shaft seamless.

Again, you didn’t know if it was the alcohol or simply getting caught up in being with your boyfriend, but you’d once again forgotten about Drew on the other side of the room. When Austin pulled you off of him, hands on your cheeks as he pressed his mouth to yours, you could only moan into the kiss as he pushed you back.

With your back flat against the bed, you parted your legs with ease. A hand was on each ankle as your boyfriend bent them, making himself comfortable between your thighs before pushing his hips forward. The tip of him grazed you, making you suck in a breath between your teeth, and when he just barely slid past your lips, you exhaled. When he continued moving closer, you threw your head back, lips parted, and you didn’t even realize his name fell from your lips once he’d completely sheathed himself inside of you.

No time was wasted, Austin’s thrusts already picking up a steady rhythm. His knees were pressed into the bed as he towered over your frame, and your own knees were slowly pushed towards your chest. You were hyperaware of the length of his cock at this angle, thighs pressed together with the soles of your feet on his stomach. Every pull pulled a shudder from you, and you groaned his name again.

Every thrust made you wetter, Austin pulling out until only the tip remained before thrusting back inside of you to the hilt with ease. Your lashes kept fluttering, and you got lost in the feel of him fucking you. You were half focused as you trailed your hands up towards your chest, touching yourself and pressing your head into the pillow. You heard your boyfriend curse, and you turned your head to the side, barely peeling your eyes open.

You briefly tightened around Austin.

Your gaze met a familiar blue one, and you couldn’t stop the way your stomach flipped at the reminder that you were being watched. Drew wasn’t even touching himself, just sitting on the loveseat in the corner of the room, unwavering gaze focused on you. It did something to you that you didn’t know how to explain, fluttering around your boyfriend’s cock again.

His best friend’s hands were occupied, one wrapped around a beer and the other just resting on his leg when you lowered your eyes. You watched the way his fingers occasionally twitched—as if he desperately wanted to do something with them. Such a thought just made you wetter, and to your dismay, it was noticeable. A soft laugh reached your ears, and when you turned your head forward, Austin was grinning at you.

It was mischievous and haughty and proud all in one—you’d been caught.

You liked that Drew was watching you, his blue gaze focused on the way your boyfriend fucked you into the mattress. You never thought you would like to be watched, something you’d never entertained thoughts of before, but there was a brief wonder if it had nothing to do with being watched…but being watched by Drew.

When Austin lowered your feet and parted your thighs, you gasped. You were so pleased at the feel of him completely lowering himself against you that you didn’t care how he chose to maneuver you both along the bed. His face was pressed into the crook of your neck, leaving kisses along the skin, and your legs were completely spread to accommodate him as his knees found comfort underneath your thighs.

Your hands ran along his back, nails grazing his skin and occasionally pressing into it. When his lips trailed over your jaw before covering yours, you moaned into the kiss. All the while his thrusts didn’t stop, the force of them jostling the bed, and when you could feel yourself dripping around him that’s when your position registered in your brain.

Drew had the perfect view of Austin’s cock sinking into you, stretching you out and sliding between your folds.

The realization turned you on so much that you could feel that familiar tightening deep within your gut. Your nails scratched along your boyfriend’s back, a choked gasp leaving your lips. You attempted to lift your hips, meeting his thrusts and feeling almost…feral. Your moans and whimpers filled the room, hands sliding over his arms when Austin pushed himself up to hover over you. Your legs fell around him as he repeatedly hit something inside of you that made your breath hitch.

Your boyfriend leaned down to kiss you again, and when he pulled away, your eyes lowered.

Underneath his arm, you could see Drew, your gazes connecting. The sight of him staring at you made you clench down on Austin’s cock again, and it was hard to swallow down your moans. You felt hot and tingly all over—as you always did—but it was so much more in this moment. You couldn’t stop staring at Drew, and when he lifted his arm, bringing the neck of the bottle to his lips, something about the way his eyes glinted in that moment sent you over the edge.

You wrapped your legs around your boyfriend as you came, unable to hold back the sharp gasps that left you. You clung to him, squeezing your eyes shut and trembling at the knowledge that Drew was watching you come. Your own orgasm triggered Austin’s, the blond finishing inside of you, and his thrusts grew slow, lazily pushing into you as you milked his cock.

There was a loud roaring in your ears, and you knew that Austin said something, but you didn’t hear what it was. Stars floated in your vision, and you had the brief thought that you’d never come that hard in your life. You were still catching your breath when your boyfriend pulled out of you, and your hearing only just returned as you watched Drew come back into the room.

You hadn’t even noticed him leave.

You looked between them as he handed your boyfriend a small towel, and you realized that Austin had been speaking to him, not you. When he kissed down your frame, small towel in hand to clean up the mess between your legs, your gaze traveled to the other man standing by the bed. Any hint of self-consciousness you’d felt before was now gone, and all that remained was a dull heat, unable to make sense of your thoughts as you forced yourself to break eye contact.

You’d thought that things would be awkward. After all, it wasn’t every day that your mutual friend wants to see you and your boyfriend have sex, and it wasn’t every day that you two follow through on the suggestion. Everyone had been drinking and feeling bolder than usual, so you figured at best, things would be awkwardly written off as uncharacteristically drunken antics, and at worst, you wouldn’t be able to look your friend in the eye ever again.

You had never considered a third option.

You were sitting in Austin’s lap—not unusual—and despite the fact that your eyes were on the screen, you weren’t actually focused on any part of the movie. Carlacia and Madelyn were mostly talking through it anyway despite how hushed the conversation was. No, something else was going on that had all of your attention.

Your boyfriend’s fingers were dancing along your waist. It was a normal thing for him to do whenever you were near. It was even normal for them to barely dip into the waistline of your jeans occasionally, fingertips gently grazing the skin there. His other hand was on your arm, and his chin rested on your shoulder, and he’d periodically turn his head to kiss the skin just under your ear.

None of these things were abnormal.

Drew observing all of these things was abnormal.

The dirty blond was seated on the couch across from you, and despite your fixated gaze on the TV, his own stare was obvious out of the corner of your eye. It was odd, it was new, and under any other circumstances, you might’ve jokingly said something—a snarky or teasing comment always ready at the back of your mind. However, there was one simple fact that made you bite your tongue.

Austin knew that Drew was staring.

You didn’t know how you knew that, but the fact of the matter was that you did.

Maybe it was in the way Austin chose to sit down directly across from his best friend, pulling you into his lap. Maybe it was the silence between them and lack of interaction with everyone else, used to the odd comment or discussion about whatever was happening on screen. Or maybe it was the way Austin would sometimes stare straight ahead at Drew, not even pretending to pay attention to the movie even if only for a few seconds.

Drew was watching you…your boyfriend knew…and he was feeding into it.

Why?

The most obvious answer seemed the craziest to you. After all, it was one drunken night that you chose not to read too much into. Apparently, you were the only one to hold that sentiment, quickly looking away when you glanced over, eyes meeting a familiar blue pair. You fought to ignore the way your face heated up, telling yourself you only felt weird because Austin and his best friend refused to act normally about this.

You didn’t want to acknowledge how you still thought about Drew’s stare as he watched Austin slide his cock into you. You tried not to linger on how much it had turned you on to hold his gaze while your boyfriend fucked you, fingers twitching and possibly yearning for something to touch. You kept telling yourself that things could go back to normal if it weren’t for the two blondes playing whatever game they decided they liked.

It wasn’t just you sitting in Austin’s lap during a movie. It was the other week when he’d kissed the back of your neck, just barely bending you against the counter in the kitchen. Drew had been on the other side. It was last Tuesday when your boyfriend twirled you in the new dress he bought you, asking Drew what he thought—something he’d never done before. It was yesterday when you bought a milkshake, Austin suggesting that you let Drew have a taste too despite the fact that there was only one straw.

No one was more relieved than you when the movie ended, and your friends started to leave your boyfriend’s place one by one. You looked forward to being able to finally relax, and you tried to ignore the way Drew lingered, seeing the rest of your friends off alongside you. You convinced yourself that he would be leaving right after he used the restroom, but the way Austin pulled you into his lap the moment he disappeared had you second guessing yourself.

“Drew’s still here,” you whispered to him when his lips met yours.

When he barely pulled away, his blue eyes searched yours. Your boyfriend’s arms were circled around your waist, and there was an expression on his face that you couldn’t quite name. Despite that, your heart still skipped a beat in your chest at the sight of it, and for some reason, a warm sensation settled between your legs when Austin pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Is that okay…?” he softly wondered, something else unspoken in that question.

There was no alcohol in your system today, so whatever answer you gave to the silent question in his eyes when he pulled away would be all you. There wouldn’t be anything you could blame it on, and you swallowed at the thought of what happened that night no longer being confined to a drunken and impulsive choice at a party. Your heartbeat felt so heavy and loud, but the twisting sensation deep in your gut overpowered that.

It was a reluctant admission, but you liked having Drew watch, breath shaky at the mere memory of his eyes on you while Austin was inside of you. It brought on a kind of arousal you didn’t think was possible for you, and you knew that your eyes told an answer before your lips did by the way the corner of Austin’s mouth curved upwards just so slightly.

“Yes,” you barely breathed. “That’s okay.”

You closed your eyes when he kissed you again, his hands sliding to the small of your back. The TV was off, and the only light that bled into the living room came from the kitchen. You felt more nervous than last time, and you almost wished that you did have a shot of something in your system. When Austin got your jeans off, your panties going with them, you were embarrassed by how wet you already were.

When your boyfriend’s fingers touched you, the soft laugh that reached your ears was more sly than humorous.

You didn’t need to admit to him that you were turned on by Drew watching him fuck you—it was obvious. Not only was it evident in the way you were already dripping at the thought, but also in the way you pulled at your boyfriend and his clothes, needing him naked and on top of you in any way.

Your knees were pressed into the couch, hands digging into the arm of the couch, when you glanced up. Austin was behind you, a hand on your hip while his other stroked himself. Your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your chest, even more so at the sight of a familiar figure standing at the entrance to the living room.

The light of the kitchen behind him created a shadowy outline of your friend, but you could still make out his features. His blue eyes sparkled in the limited lighting, and you didn’t miss the way his tongue darted out to touch his lip. Austin’s fingers danced up your spine before he slid his cock into you in one smooth thrust.

The swift intrusion made you gasp, and you dug your nails into the fabric of the couch. Your boyfriend’s cock was soaked in your essence in no time, each thrust smoother than the last as you only grew wetter at the sight of Drew watching you. With no TV or music on, the rest of the house was quiet.

The only thing that could be heard was Austin’s soft grunts, the gasps and whimpers you tried to bite back, and the lewd wet sounds of your boyfriend’s cock plunging into your cunt. You almost felt ashamed of how wet you were, but you couldn’t find it in you to. You eagerly pushed back against Austin’s movements, meeting his thrusts.

You lowered your head for just a moment, unable to hold it up. The sound of skin slapping against skin soon reached your ears as his thrusts became rougher. You closed your eyes, focusing on the feel of your boyfriend’s cock easily sliding along your walls, stroking that fire inside of you and making your toes curl. Austin bent over you, and you shuddered when his lips grazed your ear.

“Can he touch you?”

The question was evenly whispered into your ear, the nature of it startling you, making you lift your head.

Your lips parted at the sight of Drew standing so close, now. You hadn’t even heard him move, and Austin’s lips were still at your ear as you stared at his best friend, your lashes fluttering at the feel of the long and slow movements he’d now adopted. A drawn-out moan crawled from your throat when your boyfriend completely pulled out before slowly dipping his cock back into you.

Your arms gave an answer before your lips could.

You reached out towards the blond before you with one hand, the other twisting into the fabric of his shirt. His hand was tight on yours, steadying you as the force of Austin’s thrusts jostled you. You were surprised to feel Drew’s free hand on your face, thumb brushing along your lips and pulling at them. It wasn’t hard to imagine what he was thinking about when he slipped his thumb past them, and without even thinking about it, you wrapped your lips around the appendage.

At the glint that passed through his gaze, you sucked on it.

You were so close, and you knew your boyfriend could tell. He could always tell, and you only moaned his name when his hand rested on your throat, pulling you back against his chest as he sat up. The hand that was intwined with Drew’s guided it to your chest, and your eyes rolled at the feel of him taking your nipple between his fingers.

“I’m…” you gasped, words dying in the air as your breath hitched.

Austin’s thrusts were growing sloppy, uneven, and you could feel your own body starting to tighten.

“Fuck, look at you.”

Drew’s voice had you mentally tumbling, clenching down on Austin just after he started to spill inside of you. You frantically grabbed both of Drew’s hands as you did, tightly squeezing them as you came around your boyfriend—hard. Drew didn’t let go, keeping hold of your hands as he watched you push back against Austin, still fucking yourself onto his softening cock.

There was a dull buzzing beneath your skin all over, and you were very aware of Austin’s fingers harshly pressing into the skin of your waist and Drew’s hands against your clammy ones. Every lazy push onto your boyfriend made you shudder some more, remnants of your orgasm still passing through you, and if he minded the overstimulation, he didn’t protest. A thin layer of sweat coated your skin.

When the other blond pulled out of you, you collapsed in Drew’s arms, fighting to catch your breath. When your boyfriend said something about running you a bath, you only gave a hum and a lazy nod, eyes drooping as you rested your cheek against Drew’s torso. You didn’t want to let go of his hands, and you desperately tried not to read into that.

If anyone noticed the way Drew’s fingers would graze your waist when he walked by, they didn’t speak on it. You hoped that no one would think anything of him resting his hands on your shoulders sometimes or the way he was always the last one to leave Austin’s place whenever he had people over. You liked to think that you and Austin being the last to leave his place maybe evened it out.

You were addicted to the overwhelming feel of your boyfriend’s cock inside of you and his best friend’s eyes on you.

The first time had been an impulsive alcohol fueled decision. The second time had been a sober level-headed one by all accounts, a reluctant silent admission of what you wanted. The third and fourth and fifth time was pure indulgence of unrestrained desires, gaze meeting a familiar blue pair every time as you put on a show for him.

Sometimes he’d stand near, pinning your hands down while Austin fucked you or fisting his hands into your hair while you moved your mouth over your boyfriend’s cock. Each time, Drew got a little more bolder and participated a little more, never kissing you…never fucking you…but leaving you wishing that he had.

You thought of the times you came around Austin while staring at Drew. One leg on the counter chair while Drew watched from the living room. Holding his gaze as he stood behind the couch, watching you push yourself down onto Austin’s cock over and over again. Head hanging off the bed as you stared into his eyes upside down, your boyfriend curving his hips into yours.

You knew it was only a matter of time.

…and sometimes you wanted it, usually in the heat of the moment when you could only think about being held down and fucked into the bed. However, once the moment passed, you sometimes found yourself wondering if that was a good idea. The situation you found yourself in was already messy, and actually having sex with the other blond man would just make things messier.

At least, that’s what you thought.

Already he touched you and navigated around you like he was your second boyfriend instead of whatever he actually was. It wasn’t something that was ever discussed—at least to your knowledge—and Austin didn’t seem to mind whenever his best friend would touch you and stroke you and cup your chest. That was fun in the name of the heat of the moment though, and it was fun that never progressed into anything more.

It never occurred to you that Drew and Austin were on the same page.

…and only waiting for you to catch up.

The moment Chase left the house, Austin guided you to your feet, his cock slipping out of you with a soft ‘pop’. Keeping your boyfriend nice and warm inside of you had tested you more than you thought it would. Especially around your friends who were none the wiser—all except one. Drew’s heated gaze told you that he knew what was going on even if Austin never did, and every brush of your thighs as you walked to his room only made your arousal worse.

You could only focus on chasing your high when you finally sank yourself down onto Austin’s cock. It was still wet from your juices, enveloping him with ease as you dripped down your thighs. You both let out the same soft sigh, your boyfriend’s hands immediately finding a home on your waist. For the first time in a month, you forgot all about the other person in the room.

Your hands were flat against Austin’s chest, steadying yourself to slide up and down his cock. You kept pulling yourself up until only the tip remained before completely covering him again, lashes fluttering. When you leaned over to kiss him, he grinned into it, arms snaking around your waist before bending his knees, pushing himself up into you.

The shock of it made you gasp, nails pressing into his shoulder as he sat up. You circled your hips in his lap, your boyfriend’s lips grazing over your collarbone and teeth nipping at the skin of your chest. When his hand slid from your waist and up in between your breasts, you let your head fall back. The same hand slowly snaked around your throat as he pushed himself to his knees, and with your head almost touching the mattress, he jerked his hips into yours.

You moaned at the feeling, and when your eyes focused, you were reminded of Drew’s presence.

Even upside down, the intensity in his gaze was undeniable, and you could only think about both of their hands on you. Too many times you thought about Drew’s lips on yours or the feel of his weight pressing down on you or what his cock would feel like inside of you. As Austin thrust into you again, you let out a choked whine.

“Fuck me,” you moaned, hand reaching out to him.

You didn’t miss the smirk that danced along his lips as your words reached his ears. Austin pulled you upright then, pulling you into a kiss as he fell back. You were eager to start working your hips over him again, sliding yourself down onto him and clenching every time you lifted yourself. When you sat up straight, hands pressed to his stomach, your boyfriend was grinning up at you.

You didn’t quite understand why until a hand curled around your throat.

Your gasp was loud—from both shock and excitement—and when Drew pulled your head back, his lips covered yours. The kiss was hungry and head-spinning, his other hand covering a breast while Austin had a tight grip on your hips, lifting his own hips and still fucking you. Drew’s hand tightened just a tad on your throat, and you moaned into his mouth.

When both of his hands slid down, he pulled you off of your boyfriend.

Back flat against the bed, you looked up at him in wonder as he got undressed, Austin briefly sliding two fingers into you, curling them and making you excitedly jolt. When Drew made himself comfortable between your legs, he was stroking himself, and you watched with parted lips. It was only just hitting you that you were about to fuck someone who wasn’t your boyfriend, and when Drew dragged you closer, your stomach flipped.

When the head of his cock pressed against your opening, you excitedly rolled your hips. He chuckled at that, tightening his grip and holding you in place. As he slid into you inch by inch, cock brushing along your lips, you let out a silent moan, mouth formed into an ‘O’ shape.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he breathed, resting against you and basking in the feel of you wrapped around him. “She’s choking me.”

His awe didn’t last for long, pulling back before swiftly thrusting back into you. The bed shook from his movements, and just when you were about to reach down and touch his hands, Drew grabbed one of your legs. He pushed it towards you, resting his hand on the bed there to keep it in place, your leg bending over his arm. The new angle had you gasping, his cock hitting something in you that wouldn’t allow you to catch your breath.

You could admit to yourself now that you’d wanted this since that first night. You hadn’t just been turned on by the sight of him watching you, but in the back of your mind, there was curiosity about what it’d feel like too. You recalled the twitch of his fingers, and how on some subconscious level, you’d known it was you he wanted to touch.

Your nails pressed into his shoulders, this new length and girth making you flutter around him. It was just like you imagined, feeling stretched out and so full in a different way than what you were used to, squirming beneath him to adjust. He snapped his hips against yours, gaze lowering every so often to focus on where he disappeared into you. You followed his lead, mesmerized by the glistening of his cock, the length covered in your essence and evidence of how badly you wanted him.

His free hand was pressed into your hip so firmly that you knew it would probably bruise.

You liked the thought for some reason, a shudder passing through you at the thought of walking around with a mark given by him. Every push of his cock into you resulted in you clenching down on him, as if trying to pull him back in and keep him there. You were thankful when he let your leg fall, letting you wrap your legs around him, hooking your ankles at the small of his back.

With your head just at the edge of the bed, you were unsurprised to see Austin approaching you, his hands resting on your cheeks as you tilted your head back. Opening your mouth for him, you let him dip his cock into it, sliding his length along your tongue. You could feel Drew nipping at you, teeth grazing your skin, and you shuddered at the onslaught of sensations. You only had a brief reprieve when he flipped you over, hands pressing into the bed just as he pulled you back onto him.

Your boyfriend’s hand found a home in your hair, pulling your face closer to him. His cock went in easier this time, gliding back and forth over your tongue. You sucked in your cheeks, sliding your mouth over the length of him, a moan escaping at an intentional thrust from Drew, and Austin groaned at the feel. When his hands tightened against your scalp, you relaxed your jaw.

You couldn’t deny the way you tightened around Drew as Austin fucked your face, hips gently surging forward as he used your mouth. When you looked up at him, your gaze met his, and your heart fluttered at the way he cupped your face. You noted that you could taste yourself on him, and you held his blue eyes with your own while Drew continued to plunge his cock into you, chasing both of your highs. The heavy breathing from both of them affected you, and you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching down and touching yourself, the tips of your fingers lightly meeting Drew’s cock.

When Austin came onto your tongue, he stilled in your mouth, sighing above you before partially pulling out. He stroked himself onto your tongue, lightly tapping the tip of him against it, and only pulling away when he was satisfied. When you came around Drew, your head fell back down against the bed, stomach tightening as you shuddered beneath him.

He didn’t stop fucking you even when you collapsed, hips slapping against your backside until he finally came too, thrusts growing sloppy and slow as he finished inside of you. You were still trembling when he did, vision just a tad fuzzy, and when your boyfriend laid down beside you—still out of breath—you rested your head on his shoulder.

Drew took his time pulling out of you, and you felt so wet and satisfied and exhausted. You could feel him tracing patterns into the skin of your back after a while, and when your boyfriend started playing with your fingers, you only worried about who you were going to shower with.

The Roommate~Conrad Fisher

WARRING~ Cussing, P-In-V Sex, Unprotected Sex, Cheating

I’ve been seeing this very cute guy recently. He had a dorm room here like mine. However, his dorm room was in a different building, so I never went there. He also had a roommate, which is something I don't have.

We just had a very nice date, and we were going to go back to his dorm since we were always going to mine.

"My roommate might be at home, so just ignore him," I laughed when we approached the door.

"Trusky, it's okay." He looked in his pocket for his keys.

“Shit.” He started knocking on the door. "Con, I left my keys.” He yelled at the door, and I laughed at him.

The door opened to reveal the sexiest man I've ever seen. His eyes, his facial features, his smile, his lips. He laughed at Trusky.

"Trusky, if you're going to bring a girl home, you should really remember your keys." I laughed, making him turn to me. "You must be Y/n."

"Yes, I am." I smiled. He welcomed us inside and went back to his bedroom.

"My room is here." Trusky pointed at his room. I smiled and followed him.

I was supposed to stay the night with Trusky, but I couldn't get his roommate out of my head. So I decided to go home since Trusky had fallen asleep a while ago. I left his room only to be greeted by a tall, dark figure next to the door.

"Where are you going?" It was his roommate.

"Back to my dorm." I shrugged, and he laughed.

"So you're going to walk alone at midnight? Nope, I'm walking you back," he grabbed his keys and went to the door.

"Um, I didn’t catch your name." I ran out the door after him.

"I didn't throw it," he said, smiling and leaving the building, leaving me running after him again.

"Well, if I walk with you back to my dorm, don’t you think I should know your name?” I smiled.

"It's Conrad. Conrad Fisher.” He laughed

We just talked and got to know each other on our walk back to my dorm. I tried paying attention to what he was saying, but all I could think about was kissing him and feeling his arms wrap around my body.

I know I can't because I'm dating his roommate, but Trusky and I aren’t even that serious. There wouldn’t be anything wrong with kissing him. Right?

Arriving at my dorm is what pulled me out of my thoughts. "This is me." I smiled at Conrad, but he didn’t stop. He kept walking inside.

"You're not in your room yet, are you? So my job isn't over." I smiled, following him.

When we arrived at my room, I turned around to face him, only to see his face inches away from mine.

"Um, this is me," I stuttered, suddenly feeling his hands on my hips pulling our bodies closer together.

"Conrad, we can't." I put my hand on his chest, trying to push him away. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't do that to Trusky.

"Oh, but we can, and you know you want to." He leaned in, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear and whispering in it.

"You want to, don't you?" I nodded my head a little, looking away from him. He turned my head, so I looked him in the eye.

"So, what's stopping us, princess?"

The next thing I knew, my lips were slamming against his. I knew it was bad, but I had never felt like this before. Every part of my body was on fire, wanting more.

I dug into my purse, looking for my keys. Finding them, I turned around to open the door. Conrad placed his lips on my neck, biting and sucking, making me rush to unlock my door.

Once the door opened, Conrad pushed me in, slamming the door closed and shoving me against the door, kissing me.

"Jump,” he mumbled against my lips, trailing his hand down my body and taping the back of my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist as our lips moved in sync.

He moved us to bed, hovering over me. "Off,” I mumbled, trailing my hands under his shirt. Taking his shirt off, I throw it somewhere in the room, flipping us around and straddling him.

"God, you are so hot.” I mumbled, running my hands up and down his chest.

"I'm going to have to move. Trusky isn't going to be happy, but this is so worth it.” He laughed, raising my top over my head and leaving me with my bra and shorts on.

"There's always room in my bed." I winked. A smirk grew on his face as he flipped us around, reaching around my back to unclip my bra. I arched my back for easy access. He took off my bra and threw it somewhere on the floor as he stared at me in amazement.

"You're beautiful.” He mumbled before smashing his lips back onto mine, our teeth and lips clashing as his tongue swiped across my bottom lip, asking for entrance.

Denying him access, he harshly grinds down into my core, making me let out a loud moan, which he takes advantage of by shoving his tongue into my mouth, exploring and sucking on my tongue.

His hand trails down my body, giving a soft squeeze to my boob before moving down to the edge of my cotton shorts. I sigh in pleasure as he slips his hand into my lacy thong, his fingers playing with the bundle of nerves that make me lift my hips up for more contact.

"Please." I beg him, arching my back as his lips kiss down my throat.

"Please, what?" he mumbles against my skin, dragging his fingers up and down my slick, teasing me.

“Please, please touch me.” I beg, lifting my hips up, trying to gain something, anything.

I moan out as two of his thick fingers enter me, slowly but harshly thrusting into my center. "Fuck, you're so wet," he groans. He continues to finger me for a few moments to prepare me.

"You ready, baby?" He asks me, and I nod. Conrad kisses my lips again before pulling down my shorts and his own. His thick cock slapped his abdomen when released from the constrained boxers they were in.

I looked at it, wondering how it would fit. I wrapped my little hands around it and started pumping it. The top leaking with precum, leaving me drooling and soaked.

“Don’t worry, it'll fit." He reassures me. Seeing the look in my eyes. Watching intently as he lines himself up before sinking down into me, bottoming out. Every vein and inch of his dick stretched me out in the best way possible.

Throwing my head back at the feel of him inside of me. He thrusts deeply into me as I moan, loudly gripping the sheets and digging my nails into his back, feeling him nearly hitting my gut.

"fuck!" I cry out as he buries his face into my neck, fastening his pace. He's pounding harder into me. His hand grabs the back of my right thigh, pushing it to my chest to give himself a better angle to hit my sweet spot.

I bite into his shoulder, making him groan lowly as I feel his dick twitch inside of me. My hands are in a frenzy, clawing his back, pulling at his hair, or anything else to get him closer to me.

"You like that, baby," he moans as he continues to thrust his dick at my sweet spot, making the knot in my stomach tighten.

"Yes, holy fuck, you feel so good!" I nod quickly, nearly on the verge of sobbing, as tears well up in my eyes from how good he feels.

I turned my head to the side, moaning into the pillow, trying not to wake everyone in the building. He fastened his pace when he felt my walls tighten. He knew that I was getting close.

"Baby, I want to hear you. Let everyone know how good I'm making you feel." He turned my head back towards him as he thrust into my G-spot, making me scream with pleasure.

“Found it.” Conrad laughed over me, pounding and slamming harder into me as I dragged my nails down his back. "Are you close?" He asks.

"I can feel your walls squeezing my cock."

I moan out in response, unable to form words with the state of bliss I am in. I cling to his shoulders as my legs start to shake.

"Fuck, I'm going to come soon," Conrad groans, throwing his head back in pleasure. "Where do you want it?"

"I'm," I try to say, but my eyes keep rolling backwards. "I'm on the pill."

He looks down at me with lust in his eyes and asks, "Are you sure?"

"Fuck, Conrad! Yes, yes." I moaned

Picking up the pace of his thrusts, he raised one of my legs over his shoulder, making it easier for him to hit my G-spot. His hand reaches down to start rubbing figure eights on my clit to help me get closer.

"Come on, baby, cum on this dick, baby, I know you can do it. I'm right behind you.” He groaned.

"Fuck, Conrad, I'm coming!" I scream out.

"That's it, baby.” He groaned, leaving kisses all over my face as my toes curled and my thighs shook. My back arches to his chest as I feel my orgasm crashing down on me all at once.

Shortly after, he also let go of his load, falling down next to me and pulling me towards his chest.

We both crawl under my blanket, his arm instinctively wrapping around my waist to pull me closer. "So, what are you going to do about Trusky?" He asked.

"Well, I have my eye on someone else." I smiled, looking at him.

"Well, would it be okay for this guy to stay with you so that Trusky doesn't kill him?" He mumbles into my hair, kissing my bare shoulder.

"Of course he can."

Fit💋

Fortnite C.S

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: chris is playing fortnite while also wanting the reader's attention

author's note: don't attack y/n for not playing fortnite its apart of the plot 😭😭 y/n is so goofy guys 😝

warnings: sassiness, cursing, attitude, horny chris

Chris was playing Fortnite, his eyes on the screen, and his fingers clicking and moving fast on the keyboard. He was very concreted in his game.

I was just chilling in his room in silence while Chris was obviously the opposite, considering he's playing Fortnite.

Chris loses on his game, and let outs a quiet breath, leaning back in his chair, deciding to take a more humble approach to not be loud, considering I was in the room with him, and also because he had lost a bunch of times, and simply decided to accept the defeat.

Suddenly the thought of me hits Chris, remembering I was also there, and he should probably check on me to see if I'm okay, considering the silence felt uncomfortable, and he frankly missed me.

He turns his head to look at me before spinning the entire chair around to face me with his undivided attention on me.

"Hey, baby," Chris called out, the sound of gunfire and explosions echoing in the background. "Come here for a sec."

I look towards him, hesitating in case he's streaming on twitch, knowing we like to keep our relationship mostly private.

"You're not twitching?" I ask softly, walking over anyway, and glancing from him, then his screen in confusion from what he wants from me.

"Nah, just wanted to see you," Chris replied with a genuine grin. "Come here and sit with me." He patted his lap, almost as if he's excited or insists on the idea.

I immediately start to chuckle, knowing that's a dangerous move as I play with his hair softly, him leaning into my touch.

"Oh, no, play your game, Chris." I encourage, looking towards the screen as my hands work on his hair willingly.

"You're not talking to your friends, are you?" I ask playfully, my eyes darting towards him, then the screen, the idea of anyone hearing this conversation right now being very concerning to me.

Chris lets out a breath of air, glancing towards his screen, and resting his palms on his thighs, "Nope, just you," he replied, his voice low and husky. "That's all I want right now." He tilts his head to the side, his gaze telling me he's being genuine.

My face softens, feeling my heart warm up of the thought of Chris wanting me.

I don't hesitate to slip into his lap, but sitting carefully and slowly, so I don't put my entire weight on him.

"That's it," Chris whispered, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me closer. His free hand found its way under my shirt, tracing lazy patterns on my stomach. "You feel so good."

The thought of Chris wanting me sexually gave me butterflies, but his sex drive was very bad, so we have to lay off that.

I remove his hands from me, ripping my eyes from his computer screen to look at him.

"No, stop," I command softly, putting his headset carefully back onto him.

"Play your game." I whisper, genuinely wanting to watch him do something he's passionate about.

I don't like games or Fortnite, but if Chris likes it, then I wanna try to get into it just so we can play together, bond over it.

Chris frowned slightly, but he didn't argue. He put the headset back on and focused on the game, occasionally glancing at me out of the corner of his eye to see if I was watching, and to just simply admire me.

My presence made Chris slightly nervous, which made him sweat, causing him to get bad at the game even more than he already was.

I wrap my arms around his neck over his shoulders, my eyes on the computer screen as I watch him curse under his breath either from trying to be humble as he got a kill, or trying to stay calm as he got killed.

"Shit, I thought I had him," Chris muttered, turning his head slightly to glare at me.

I took towards him, causing him to earn a dirty look from me, confused with what it has to do with me. Unless he just wanted to tell me, but he can use his critical thinking skills to know that I also saw him get killed while trying not to.

"Bitch, don't look at me like I did it." I mumble, looking towards the screen again.

Chris chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly. His fingers danced across the keyboard, strategizing his next move.