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What about axel x shy!reader who's best friends with Robby and Miguel and she's one of the best fighters? Let's just say after the big competition, shy!reader friends/dojo, feels bad about her being left out being single so all the dojos are having a goodbye party (no alcohol for me), exchanging numbers to hang out in the future, thankfully shy!reader made new friends. Shyreader friends/dojo took the title as the matchmakers and they're happy seeing axel and shy!reader talking but later they're making out steamy, not surprising axel has a HUGE crush on shy!reader obviously they're gonna date sooner or later. Then unknowingly to everyone, axel and shyreader are doing smut, just Missionary.

The next day, when shyreader friends worried about her and found her, wondering where she went last night but later realized they caught her doing the walk of shame. Just fluff

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 | axel kovacevik × fem!reader

summary | after the sekai taikai, at a party, your friends try to set you up, and they succeed. later, you and axel share an intimate moment. your friends catch you both, teasing you about the obvious connection between you

warnings | shy!reader, fluff, teasing, embarrassment, smut, explicit content, p in v, protected sex

word count | 2.2 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The Sekai Taikai was over. Everyone was exhausted, some with bandaged knuckles and others with bruises they wore with pride. But for the first time in a long while, dojos, rivalries, and differences didn’t matter. It was a celebration.

The farewell party was held in a large hall inside the hotel where many teams were staying. The music played at a moderate volume, and fighters exchanged phone numbers, promising to keep in touch.

You were there, leaning against the wall with a bottle of water in your hands. Your shyness had kept you on the sidelines of many interactions, but thanks to Robby and Miguel, you had managed to befriend several competitors from other dojos. Even so, you knew they were keeping an eye on you.

"It’s an injustice," Sam whispered to Miguel, watching you with a smug smile. "How is she the only one still single?"

"I know, I know," Miguel responded dramatically. "She’s strong, beautiful, and adorably shy. If I didn’t have you, Sam, I’d kidnap her."

"Don’t start," Robby huffed, crossing his arms. "But yeah, this has to change."

"Who’s the lucky guy?" Hawk asked, joining the conversation with a mischievous grin.

Miguel glanced around and smirked. "I think the lucky guy already found her."

Everyone turned their heads and saw Axel Kovacevic walking toward you.

You didn’t notice your friends' stares, only the presence beside you. When you turned, you found Axel wearing his Iron Dragons jacket, his hair slightly messy.

"Aren’t you bored standing here alone?" he asked in his usual relaxed tone.

"I’m not alone," you murmured, gripping your water bottle. "My friends are here."

Axel smirked. "But they’re not here."

You shot him a shy glance before looking away. It was incredible how Axel, who had a reputation for being cold and serious, relaxed so much when talking to you.

"It was a good tournament," you finally said.

"It was. Especially because I got to see you fight."

Your cheeks warmed, your heart beating faster.

"Thanks…"

Axel ran a hand through his hair, as if choosing his words carefully.

"Do you want to get out of here? It’s a little… loud."

You nodded, and the two of you slipped away from the crowd, unaware of your friends' knowing looks.

The night air was cool, and the hotel’s pool reflected the city lights. You leaned against the railing while Axel rested beside you.

"I didn’t think you were this quiet."

"I didn’t think you were this talkative," you replied, glancing at him.

Axel chuckled. "Only when I want to impress someone."

You bit your lip, feeling the heat rise up your neck.

"And who do you want to impress?"

Axel let out a low laugh before leaning slightly toward you.

"I think you already know."

Your breath caught in your throat. Axel didn’t look away, his closeness making you feel trapped in the best possible way.

"Can I kiss you?" he whispered.

Your response was barely a whisper.

"Yes…"

There were no more words. Axel pulled you in, his hands firm on your waist as his lips claimed yours in a kiss that started soft but quickly turned deeper. His hands slid down your back as yours clung to his jacket.

The kiss grew more intense, his body pressing gently against yours against the railing. His lips moved with a mix of urgency and tenderness, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

To be honest, so had you.

"Well, well, well…"

Hawk’s voice made you both break apart instantly. When you turned, you saw Miguel, Robby, Sam, and several others watching you with triumphant smiles.

"I knew it was gonna happen!" Miguel exclaimed.

"We should start matchmaking as a business," Sam added.

Robby placed a hand on your shoulder with an amused smile. "How does it feel knowing we just created the best couple of the tournament?"

Still catching your breath, you glanced at Axel, who gave you a knowing smile.

"I guess it’s official," he said. "I’m now the luckiest guy in the Sekai Taikai."

And with your heart racing wildly, you couldn’t help but smile too.

After your friends' embarrassing (but inevitable) discovery, Axel intertwined his fingers with yours and whispered in your ear, "Let’s go somewhere else."

Your skin tingled at his low, husky voice, and though your cheeks burned, you nodded silently.

You walked through the hotel hallways until you reached his room. Axel slid his key card and pushed the door open, letting you step in first. You had barely taken a few steps when you heard the door close behind you and the click of the lock.

You turned to face him, and in less than a second, Axel was standing right in front of you.

"Tell me you want this," he murmured, his warm breath brushing your lips.

Your heart pounded, but the look in his eyes ignited something inside you.

"Yes," you whispered.

That was all he needed.

His lips crashed onto yours with pent-up hunger, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you against him. His fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt, his touch setting your skin on fire.

You walked backward until the back of your legs hit the bed. Axel took the opportunity to lean over you, his lips trailing a burning path along your jaw and down your neck.

"I’ve always wanted to do this," he murmured against your skin, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine.

Your hands clutched at his shirt, and he understood immediately. With a smirk, he pulled it off effortlessly, revealing his toned torso. His dark eyes roamed over you before he kissed you again, this time with an intensity that made it clear he had no intention of stopping.

His fingers found the buckle of your belt and unfastened it without hesitation, sliding your pants down. His hands traveled back up your thighs and stopped at the edge of your panties.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his warm breath brushing against your ear. Do you want this?

"Yes..." you whispered, barely able to keep your eyes open under the fire of his gaze.

With a deep sound of satisfaction, Axel lay down and took off his pants and boxers, revealing his erection.

And when he approached again, his gaze left no doubt about his intentions. His fingers removed your shirt and bra in seconds, and soon both of you were completely naked in bed, with your bodies pressed against each other.

"Tell me I'm being careful," he said, his voice trembling with anticipation.

"You are" you whispered. "And don't stop".

The smile he gave you was so erotic that your thighs clenched tightly.

With one hand, Axel opened your legs, his fingers moving over your body. He brought you to his lips and kissed you in a place you had only dreamed he would kiss. And when his tongue emerged, the pleasure was so intense that your hips lifted off the bed uncontrollably.

"Axel…" you moaned, arching your hips in response.

The deep laugh he gave you was the perfect response. His lips and tongue devoted themselves to pampering you in that place until you felt your muscles tense. And before you could reach climax, his lips crashed against yours again, savoring the essence of your own pleasure.

"Ready?" he whispered between kisses.

"Yes... Yes..."

Axel took the time to look for a condom on his nightstand and put it on.

And with a softness you didn't expect, Axel entered you.

The pleasure was indescribable. They both moaned at the same time, your body trembling around his erection. The penetration was slow, his body moving inside until it stopped with the tip of his fingers against your navel.

"Mmm…" he murmured. "This is incredible".

And before you had the chance to respond, it started moving.

Each thrust was deep, both of them gasping every time their hips collided with yours. His fingers encircled your breasts, teasing them while his erection brushed against a spot inside you that sent waves of pleasure throughout your body.

The combination of pleasure and intensity was more than you could bear. With a muffled scream, you felt the climax approaching, and Axel needed nothing more to give you permission to reach pleasure. The sensation was so intense that your eyes closed uncontrollably, your body tensing around him.

Axel gasped, his fingers gripping your nipples tightly before quickening his movements. The pleasure grew between the two of you until Axel gasped with a deep sound, his body trembling over yours.

They both stayed like that, panting and smiling, their bodies still connected to each other.

Finally, Axel slid to the side, but without moving too far away from you. He cradled you in his arms and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead before murmuring:

"I'm glad it happened".

You smiled, snuggling closer to him. Axel had always been mysterious, but in this moment, he was just a normal guy, satisfied with his conquest.

And you didn't care about that. In fact, you felt like you had found your own trophy. After all, Axel Kovacevic was the most successful guy at Sekai Taikai, but you had been the first to conquer him. And, as you had imagined so many times, you had turned out to be his perfect reward.

The celebration would last beyond the Sekai Taikai. And with his arm around your waist, you knew Axel wouldn't let you go so easily.

You had conquered him.

And he had also won you over.

Soon you start to feel exhausted, and your breathing begins to calm down.

"Are you staying here tonight?" Axel whispers, his voice soft and calm.

"Yes. Why not?" you murmur, smiling.

"Because, as far as I know, all our friends are in the same hotel. And I would like to spend a little more time here, with the most incredible guy at the Sekai Taikai..."

Axel caresses your cheek with his fingers, and you smile against his chest.

"That sounds perfect".

And the two of them stayed like that, embraced, enjoying the silence until they fell into a deep sleep.

The morning sun filtered through the hotel curtains as you woke up, feeling a warm weight around your waist. You blinked and turned your head slightly, finding Axel still asleep beside you, his arm wrapped around you possessively.

The memory of the previous night made heat rise to your cheeks. You couldn’t believe it had actually happened.

Carefully, you slid his arm away and got out of bed, fumbling for your clothes. You managed to get dressed and, with your heart pounding, opened the door to his room, praying no one would see you sneaking back to yours.

You weren’t that lucky.

“There you are!”

You froze. In front of you stood Miguel, Robby, Sam, and Hawk, their expressions ranging from relief to pure amusement.

“Where were you last night?” Sam asked, crossing her arms.

“You worried us,” Robby added, though his tone suggested he already had his suspicions.

“Wait, wait…” Hawk narrowed his eyes, then glanced down at your slightly rumpled clothes, your hair a bit messier than usual, and the guilty expression on your face. A slow, mischievous grin spread across his face. “No. Freaking. Way.”

Miguel caught on instantly, his hands flying to his head. “Are you…?!”

Your face burned. “N-No…” You tried to deny it, but the way Hawk and Miguel exchanged looks before bursting into laughter didn’t help at all.

“Oh my God, this is the best thing that’s ever happened,” Hawk said between laughs. “Axel? It has to be Axel!”

“AXEL?!” Robby’s eyes widened before he adopted his protective older-brother stance. “What the hell?”

“We knew this would happen sooner or later!” Sam grinned victoriously, as if this confirmed her matchmaking skills.

“Guys, shut up!” you protested, wishing the earth would swallow you whole.

“Why?” Miguel asked with a teasing smile. “Are you afraid Axel will hear us?”

At that very moment, the door behind you opened, and a large hand rested on the frame.

“What’s going on here?”

Everyone fell silent as Axel appeared, his hair tousled, shirtless, and looking utterly confused. His eyes landed on you and then on the others, and as soon as he put the pieces together, he let out a small scoff.

“Seriously?”

Hawk was the first to break the silence with a dramatic scream. “I KNEW IT!!”

Miguel and Sam burst into laughter immediately, while Robby groaned, rubbing his face in exasperation.

“I’m going to kill you,” he muttered under his breath, glaring at Axel.

“Too late,” Axel replied with a smirk before casually wrapping an arm around you, leaning against you as if this were the most normal thing in the world. “It’s official now.”

Your face burned, but you couldn’t help but laugh softly. “I guess everyone knows now…”

“And we’ll never forget it!” Hawk declared, pulling out his phone. “I need to document this moment.”

“NO!”

And with that, the entire group erupted in laughter while you buried your face in Axel’s chest, unsure whether to laugh along or die of embarrassment.

But when he pressed a quick kiss to your hair, you knew that, in the end, it was all worth it.

Fit💋

JEREMY ALLEN WHITE for Calvin Klein

Jawbreaker

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Who knew that asking your boyfriend's best friend for help with your sex life would make your boyfriend very angry...

warnings: DUB-CON, slightly toxic relationship, Rafe is mean but what else is new, dumb!reader, bimbo!reader, kook!reader

➥ banner by @vase-of-lilies 

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Rafe’s groans were loud above you—as they always were—and while his satisfaction made you feel good about yourself and your efforts, the tight grip he had on your hair reminded you of your shame. Truthfully, you didn’t think you had done anything shameful—you were only trying to do something nice for your boyfriend—but as Rafe had stared you down with that deep frown on his face and the slight curl of his upper lip…

You realized very quickly that you had done something very wrong.

Rafe slightly lifted his hips off of his bed, forcing the length of his cock further past your lips. All of the saliva on his length made the intrusion smooth and easy, but it also made you feel a tad gross, but you recalled what Topper had said.

“Blowjobs are…dirty work,” he’d said while rubbing the back of his head. “The messier it is, the better.”

He’d shrugged at you, and despite the way those words made you frown, you believed him. Not only was he a guy, but he was Rafe’s best friend, and so he had to know what he liked. That was what drove you to seek out Topper for help to begin with. That and the fact that Sarah had given you a firm no when you’d initially gone to her. Something about feeling weird giving you sex advice all the while knowing it was going to be used on her brother.

“It never hurts to…spit on it,” the younger blond had advised.

Sex was already wet and sweaty and involved swapping bodily fluids, but something about spit just never…settled with you. With that being said, you took his advice and did just that, pulling your lips off of Rafe’s cock for only a moment to spit on the tip. When Rafe cursed from above you, you knew that you did something right, but it seemed that it clicked for him on how you knew to do that, and he was shoving himself back into your mouth again.

“Did Topper teach you that? Huh?” he sneered from above you, lifting his hips over and over again to drive himself between your swollen lips.

It brought tears to your eyes, not because it hurt, but because it became clear early on that this was just as much a gift for Rafe as it was a punishment for you. The sound of your mouth swallowing him repeatedly was loud in the otherwise quiet room, only accompanied by the blond’s uneven breathing. Your nose almost touched Rafe’s stomach, and you made a noise deep in your throat.

Your boyfriend heard it.

“I should make you gag on it, you know that?” he breathed. “I should break that pretty little jaw.”

His hand guided your head over him, rhythmically bobbing your head over his lap, and when you stole a peek, your tearful gaze met Rafe’s even one. As your eyes met, you felt…torn. Rafe looked so pretty with his cock in your mouth. Those blue eyes the most expressive you’ve ever seen them, his pink lips parted, and his dirty blonde hair with a mind of its own. You really, really liked him seeing like this, but…

Those blue eyes weren’t just dripping with desire for his sweet girlfriend. Rafe was also angry—pissed—and although you struggled to grasp why at first, you were slowly beginning to understand. Rafe had a habit of losing his cool if some guy even so much as looked at you the wrong way, but even still, Topper was his best friend and you were his girlfriend. You were two people he trusted the most, and that was why you’d had no hesitation in being honest with him.

“...and what were you doing at Topper’s?” was what he’d asked you less than thirty minutes ago.

When he’d asked you about your day, it had sort of slipped out without you even realizing it, and your lips had parted at the realization you’d ruined the surprise. A frown had formed between your brows, and you’d struggled to come up with a lie, pulling your lip between your teeth.

“He was helping me with something.”

It wasn’t a lie, but it was too vague of an answer for Rafe’s liking, and your boyfriend had stepped closer, his face pinched as he looked between your eyes.

“What was Topper helping you with that I couldn’t help you with?”

Your lips had opened and closed, struggling with what to say to him.

“It’s a surprise,” you’d said to him in a small voice.

You’d given him a small smile, but Rafe hadn’t returned it, and that was the first inkling you felt that something was wrong. Rafe’s house was empty—his entire family out—and he’d moved closer to you, tilting his head.

“...and have you ever known me to like surprises?”

You’d thought about it for a few moments before eventually shaking your head, shoulders sagging a bit.

“No…but you will like this one,” you’d answered, perking up with a smile and gently tugging on his shirt.

Again, Rafe hadn’t returned it, and you’d started to think that he wouldn’t like your surprise, after all, but he was a guy, and Sarah said that all guys loved getting their dicks sucked. Besides, it was among the many things you’d come across on Rafe’s laptop one day, links and videos full of people—women—doing things that you’d never done with him, things he’d never even brought up with you.

While it wasn’t like you thought he’d leave you over whatever you didn’t do for him, it still left a bad taste in your mouth. Sure, Rafe told you all the time that he loved what he loved about you and that he’d kill for you—something that made you a tad uncomfortable actually—but there was something about knowing Rafe desired much more than you were actively giving to him.

Did he not think you’d want to? Or that maybe you weren’t capable?

“Well, where is this surprise that you had to go to my best friend for?” he wondered, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Here?” you’d wondered, to which he nodded. “Now?”

Again, Rafe nodded, face stony, and you gave him a soft okay.

It was clear that he hadn’t been expecting you to kiss him, gently pressing your lips to his before parting them. As you coaxed his tongue out of his mouth, you reached for his folded arms, slowly pulling them apart before letting your hands drift to the waistband of his pants. At that, Rafe stopped you, and you pulled back slightly with a frown.

You were in the kitchen, but it wouldn’t be the first time you and Rafe did stuff in some place other than a bedroom, so you didn’t think that was why he stopped you. You found out that you were right.

When your eyes met Rafe’s, he was frowning at you with a different kind of frown now, and he slowly looked between your eyes as he studied your face. Excitement buzzed through your body as he just looked at you, but when his hands tightened on your wrists, your brow twitched, and you blinked.

“I don’t care about the surprise anymore—fuck the surprise, actually. What exactly did you and Topper do this afternoon?”

His tone and his voice had you shrinking in on yourself, and this was the moment that you realized Rafe was mad. Your lips parted as he stared down his nose at you, and when his hold grew tighter, you winced.

“I… I wanted to learn how to give you a good blowjob.”

It was the first time you were sure you’d ever seen Rafe just…freeze. The kitchen grew completely silent, and the air between you felt oddly off. Your boyfriend just stared at you for what felt like a long time, and for a moment, you started to wonder if he’d even heard you. Like you, he started to open and close his mouth a few times before eventually deciding on just snapping it shut. You watched Rafe’s jaw clench, and when he swiped his tongue between his lips, his chest was brushing yours.

“Topper…taught you…how to give a good blowjob.”

He said the words slowly, and you nodded in confirmation of the statement.

“I know that’s what you like, and-.”

“So, you gave Topper a blowjob?”

“No!”

The word came out so loud that it startled you, but Rafe’s question had startled you even more. Your eyes were wide as you looked at him, and as his own words hung in the air, you realized the cause for his sour mood. The thought actually made you chuckle, because Topper had been terrified of the same thing when you first went to him.

“We didn’t do anything that you and I would do,” you sweetly told him. “He just told me and showed me what to do.”

It was practically the same words you’d said to Topper when he also misunderstood you, but oddly enough, it hadn’t seemed to calm him down. He’d still been jittery and nervous, forcing you to basically beg him for his help. Even weirder, the clarification didn’t seem to calm Rafe down either, and you watched him press his tongue to the inside of his cheek.

His gaze briefly landed on the ceiling as he nodded.

“He just…told you and showed you what to do,” Rafe repeated, and you’d been dating him long enough to notice certain patterns with his tone.

You felt yourself shrinking a bit—deflating—and tears had kissed your eyes.

“I feel like you’re mad.”

Rafe had let out a laugh, but you struggled to find the humor in the situation. When your boyfriend looked at you again, he was stepping towards you, forcing you back. He was shaking his head at you—in that way that didn’t make you feel good—and you were suddenly reminded of the times when he wasn’t so nice to you and even made you cry.

“I know…I know that it takes you a little bit longer than everyone else to catch up sometimes,” he whispered, letting your hand go to gently take your chin between his fingers. “I know that.”

You struggled to piece together what he meant by that, and when you finally did, he was already insulting you again.

“...but you went to another man to help you learn how to go down, and you’re wondering if I’m mad?”

Rafe just stared at you, brows raised, and you slowly realized that he was expecting you to say something. With the knowledge that he initially thought you cheated on him, you were starting to see how Rafe might not see this from your eyes. Both Sarah and Rafe had repeatedly told you that everyone didn’t think like you did, but you hadn’t cheated on Rafe, so you were really struggling to understand his anger, right now.

You’d done it for him.

“I just wanted to make you happy,” you’d whispered.

At those words, you watched as Rafe’s eyes glazed over, and he stared you down with a look you couldn’t place. You watched the corner of his lips curve upwards ever so slightly, and when he let you go, the blood rushed through your arm again. Your boyfriend took a step back before raising his arm in a gesture towards the stairs.

“Well, let’s go…”

You’d straightened at the shift in his demeanor.

“Show me what he taught you, and make me happy.”

That was how you found yourself on your knees with Rafe’s cock in your mouth, and his hand on your head. He was rough, but you’d expected it because Rafe often was. However, you also accepted that there was an added layer to that because he was pissed off. You’d genuinely gone to Topper for help and to do something for your boyfriend in return for all he’d done for you.

Yes, Rafe could be mean sometimes, but he always told you he was sorry and made up for it by putting a gift in your hand. He wasn’t perfect, no, but neither were you. You knew how imperfect you were, how frustrating you could be—something your parents had never failed to be honest with you about—and so you didn’t expect from him what even you yourself didn’t live up to.

Besides, Rafe was always looking out for you—at parties, at the mall, and even in your own home when you had another near miss. He was always buying you any dress you wanted, and he was more sweet than he was mean. At least, you thought so. He often ran you baths and detangled your hair and helped you pick out what blush or lipgloss to put on. He enjoyed dressing you up, and you enjoyed letting him.

Your life just seemed to flow so much easier and smoother since you started dating Rafe.

…and you’d always known you weren’t the brightest person in the room, so whenever Rafe expressed his frustration with that, you tried not to let it get to you. This time was different though. This time you’d gone out of your way to try and do something nice for him, to try and be a better girlfriend to make him happy…and he wasn’t happy.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Rafe snapped when you pulled away, letting him fall out of your mouth.

He sat up and looked down at you as you knelt on the floor, arms crossed over your chest. With one look into your eyes, your boyfriend huffed, and you bit your lip in an attempt to keep it from trembling.

“You’re being mean,” you tearfully told him.

“No shit,” he bit out, reaching for you, but you reared back.

“I just wanted to do something nice for you!”

“By going to my best friend and asking him to teach you how to suck my dick, are you crazy?”

“How else was I supposed to surprise you, Rafe? Was I supposed to take notes from all of those videos on your computer?”

A silence descended over you, and you avoided his gaze. You could feel him staring at you, and you continued to look at the wall behind him.

“Is that what this is about?” he eventually sighed.

“You like it, otherwise you wouldn’t watch it. Any of it…”

A blowjob seemed the easiest barrier to cross, but you had worried yourself a bit on how you’d ever hype yourself up into doing any of that other stuff. You’d told yourself one step at a time, but who knew that what you thought would be the easiest would cause all of this. You angrily wiped away a stray tear.

“Come here…come here,” Rafe repeated himself when you didn’t budge, reaching for you and pulling you between his knees again.

He took your face into his hands and forced you to look at him. Rafe didn’t look as angry, now, eyes softer, and he brushed his thumb along your mouth.

“If I wanted to do everything I watched then we’d be in trouble.”

He chuckled to himself, but you didn’t laugh.

“Then why watch it?” you whispered, and your boyfriend rolled his eyes.

“It’s like putting on a football game.”

“Rafe, I saw some woman getting fucked by three men at once. No way you’re comparing that to football…”

“I’m just saying…” he started, leaning in and kissing you. “It’s not a big deal and especially not enough to where you need to go running to Topper for help on our sex life.”

His hand found it’s way to your throat.

“You want to know how to make me happy then you come to me,” he lowly said against your lips. “That’ll make me happier than any surprise, you understand?”

You nodded at that, and his hand moved to your hair again as he leaned back.

“Now spit on it, baby, just like you did before.”

You did, and soon after, Rafe was in your mouth again.

His hips wouldn’t stay still as you sucked in your cheeks around him, a sound leaving your boyfriend that you were sure you’d never even heard before. The groans that left him were animalistic, and you were shocked by how much it turned you on. You didn’t think that focusing on pleasuring Rafe would be so exciting, but it filled you with something that made you feel proud.

“Use your hand,” you heard him breathe.

You recalled Topper mentioning that, and you brought your hand up to wrap around what your lips couldn’t. Rafe lifted his hips again, one hand on your hair and the other on your wrist. When he softly told you to bring up your other hand, you didn’t quite understand why until he took it and placed it under his shaft. You played with him there, and Rafe’s satisfied moan reached your ears.

You bobbed your head over him for a while, taking in the taste of him and every sound he made. He sucked air through his teeth when you flattened your tongue against his cock, dragging it along him as you continued to suck him. All the while, you progressively grew wetter and wetter, enough to almost make you feel embarrassed. When Rafe started to sit up—albeit with difficulty—confusion filled you. It only grew when he pulled you off of him, completely standing now.

He looked down at you and you looked up at him as he rested his hands on the sides of your head.

“Open your mouth for me,” he purred. “Keep it open just like that.”

On instinct, you reached out to grip the back of his thighs as he began to thrust himself into your mouth. Something about it turned you on even more, and you didn’t know why. Maybe it was the look in his eyes? You could certainly see them better from this angle, and the blue of them looked so much darker to you as Rafe watched his cock disappear into your mouth.

Maybe it was the way you could see his chest heaving, quickly rising and falling as he struggled to breathe from how you were making him feel. His button down was open, and your eyes took in the slight glisten on his chest from the sweat. Your eyes traced his skin in the low light and then eventually his hair and how it hung along his forehead, kissing the skin there.

Or maybe…just maybe…you liked the feeling of Rafe using you.

You were completely still as he fucked your mouth, keeping your lips parted and your tongue flat for him. You liked being on your knees and letting Rafe use you as a means to an end, letting him use you to chase his high that would no doubt end in him spilling himself down your throat. You could tell that Rafe liked it too, your boyfriend not taking his eyes off of you once.

The choked gasps and groans from his mouth got louder and louder, and even if he wasn’t holding your head in place, you were sure you would’ve still remained there to let him come in your mouth, ropes of warmth hitting the back of your throat and tongue as he continued to fuck your mouth through his orgasm.

Rafe stroked your cheeks as he came, his breathing slowly becoming even again, and when he moved your head, you slid your lips along his cock one last time, tongue sliding against his length and swallowing anything left behind.

“Good girl,” you heard him murmur from above you.

When Rafe bent down to kiss you, you lifted yourself a bit to help him, smiling against his lips. His hand twisted into the hair at the nape of your neck, and you moaned into the kiss.

“You were just trying to be a good girlfriend, huh,” he whispered into your mouth.

You frantically nodded at that, happy that he wasn’t mad at you anymore.

“I guess I can’t fault you for that,” he hummed. “...but I’m still going to have to kick Topper’s ass.”

Steamy~ Liam Dunbar

WARRING~ Cursing, Shower sex, Unprotected sex.

Hello, I hope this isn't too bad. This is my first time writing smut, and I hope you like it. If you have any tips, I'd gladly take them.

After washing your body, you closed your eyes for a moment. Only opening them when your shower curtain was yanked open.

You screamed, throwing the first thing you saw, which was a bottle of shampoo.

“Ow, you could have knocked my eyes out.” Is the first thing you hear before finally seeing that familiar blonde hair that you're used to running your hands through every night.

"Liam!" you groaned. "I told you to stop doing that! You can't just break into my house like you're going to murder me!"

"I'm sorry, I should have called.” He smiled sheepishly, standing naked in front of you.

"No shit," you muttered, pushing your hair out of your face.

"Can I get in?" He smiled sheepishly.

"Go ahead. You're already naked. You would have gotten in anyway." You giggled at him. "That doesn't mean I'll entertain you, though."

You tried your best to keep your face and your eyeline straight as Liam got in.

He was behind you, and you could feel him pressing up against your body as he softly kissed your neck. sending a shiver down your spine. 

"I missed you," he smirked, hearing your breath hitch.

"Well, I didn’t miss you.” You say you are trying to keep a straight face.

"Ouch, you wound me," he chuckled, placing a hand on his heart. Taking his hand, he starts tickling you. “Stop, Stop.” You squirm in his arms.

“Take it back. Tell me you missed me, and I’m the most amazing boyfriend in the world.” He continued tickling you.

"No, never,” you giggle. trying to get his arms off of you.

“Not until you say it, say it.” He held onto you tighter.”

“Okay, okay, I missed you, and you're the most amazing, sexiest boyfriend in the world." You giggle.

 "See, that wasn’t so hard, baby.” He smiled, turning me around and looking down at you. "Yes, it was horrible.” You giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck. 

“I love you, Y/N.” He smiled against your lips, pulling me in closer by the waist.

“I love you too, Liam.” You smile, lifting up on your tippy toes and kissing him.

Liam’s groans kissing you hungryly and eagerly. trailing his hands up and down your body, making little moans fall out of your mouth.

Separating his mouth from yours, Liam starts trailing kisses from your lips to your cheek, down your neck, and towards that sweet spot behind your ear. 

“Liam, please.” You moan, fisting his hair, not knowing what you want but needing something, anything.

“Patience, baby patience.” Liam smirked, getting on his knees and trailing kisses down your body.

He was on his knees, looking up at you with his gorgeous, sparkling blue eyes. It was probably the hottest thing you have ever seen. 

"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on," he grinned, kissing all over your body and skipping the spot where you needed him most.

"Please,” you whine, closing your eyes.

“Please what?” He smirked, nibbling on your inner thighs.

“Please, touch me; please, I need it so bad.” You begged, gripping the back of his head, trying to push him to where you needed him most. "Well, since you asked so nicely, how could I say no?"

He smirked. His hands grabbed your ass, and his face was just beneath you. You gasped as he pressed tiny kisses directly on your clit. holding onto a fistful of his hair. He went straight for your clit, sucking aggressively as you pulled on his hair.

"Oh, that feels so good, baby, so so good," you gasped. Liam sucked on your clit, like he was starving and you were his meal, roughly parting your legs a bit as he did.

You could feel his fingers teasing you. He slipped a long finger in, making you gasp slightly.

You felt him ducking beneath you, trying to push you over him completely. His finger hooked upwards,toying with your G-spot expertly. He rubbed at it almost professionally.

You could barely keep it together at this point. Making more room for himself, he slipped another one in, which felt like ecstasy.

He growled furiously as he ate you out, sucking on your clit and finger-fucking you faster, sloping in a third finger. His fingers are amazing, and he knows all the right places. You could hear him chuckling to himself. Cocky little shit.

And still, you could tell he was even getting off on it. He loved pleasuring you, especially when he got to watch you completely fall apart on his tongue.

Lifting his head, he replaces his tongue with his thumb, rubbing fast circles on your clit and fingering you harder. making you shout.

"Yeah, you like that, baby, huh? Am I making you feel good?” He asked with a smirk, watching different expressions flash across your face.

“Stop, stop.” You moan, trying to push his head away.

"What? can't take it, baby." He chuckled 

“No more, take your fingers out, fuck me, please fuck me.” You begged, pulling his hair.

“All you had to do was ask.” He chuckled, removing his fingers, pressing one last kiss on your clit, making you whine, and then got off his knees, standing up.

Once he’s stood up, you grab the back of his neck, pulling him down and smashing your lips together. 

Grabbing the back of your legs, he lifts you up, shoving himself all the way in without warning. 

You moaned almost pornographically, digging your nails into his flesh as he thrust aggressively.

He growled quietly in your ear as he aggressively kissed all over your neck. His thrusts were loud, banging you against the wall over and over again. But you didn't care. Hell, you couldn't even feel the pain.

All you could feel was the pleasure that he brought to you, banging you against the bathroom wall as he cupped your ass, nibbling his teeth against your soft skin, and your nails dug into his back, drawing blood from how hard you were clinging on to him, but he didn’t seem to mind as he was groaning out your name.

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good, baby.” He groaned, shoving his head into your neck. 

"Oh, Liam, yes, Liam." You moaned

"Yeah, you like that, baby. God, you're so tight.” He groaned, sucking bruises into your neck and collarbone.

You moaned as he fucked and kissed you, putting equal amounts of energy into both. 

With even more aggressive thrusts into the wall, he twitched inside of you, and your breath hitched in pleasure. 

"You make me feel so good, such a good girl. Huh, your daddy's a good girl, aren’t you, baby?” He moaned in your ear.

"Yes, I’m a good girl. I’m your good girl, Daddy." I’m going to cum. Can I come, please, Daddy? I need to so badly." You whine, pulling his hair, earning a grunt in return.

“Come on, baby, I can feel it. Cum for Daddy." He moans, reaching down towards your clit and rubbing fast circles on it while sucking on your nipples.

Both of you moaned as you came together.

You sighed, throwing your head back, exhausted. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, still holding you up against the wall as if you weighed nothing.

"God, I love you.” He said he was pressing kisses all over your face.

“I love you too.” You giggle, squirming in his arms.

Sinking to his knees, he held you up against the wall. He parted your legs, grinning eagerly. "Round two."

"Ugh, you have the best mouth, and I hate it," you admitted. "I don't know. I think you love it." He smirked, shoving his face back in between your legs, leaving you breathless.

I Hate You~Liam Dunbar

WARRING: Cussing,P-in-V Sex,Hate Sex

It was nearly impossible to find a hotel this late at night with rooms available, but we were lucky—until Scott revealed Liam and I would be sharing a room.

"You have to be kidding, right? I glare at Liam and yell, "There's no way I'm sharing a room with him."

"Listen, I understand it's not ideal, but we have no choice. Scott sighs, "It's one night you'll both be fine."

Liam complains, "This is going to be the worst night of my life."

"Oh my god, I'm done listening to the two of you." Let's head to our rooms and leave early in the morning," says Stiles.

Liam and I keep giving each other glares as everyone nods. After arriving at our room, unlocking the door, and setting all of our stuff down, there was only silence.

"I'm going to change."

"Good for you," Liam murmurs.

I changed into shorts and a basic t-shirt. When I walk out, I can feel Liam's gaze moving over my entire body. He has changed, too, and he's not wearing a shirt. I decided not to say anything about it.

I sighed as I climbed into bed, already irritated by how much room Liam was taking up.

"Move over for fuck sakes, and stay on your side," I scoffed.

"Trust me, I don't want to be any closer to you than I need to." He scoffed back.

Liam gives me another quick glance before he moves over, switches off the lamp, and settles in.

I turn with my back to him and try to nod off.

I woke up to Liam's body right against mine and his hand on my hip, not realizing how much time had passed.

How the hell are we in this position at all?

"You wouldn't stop moving your fucking hips, and I was freezing, so I moved over," he complains, obviously sensing that I had woken up.

"Okay, there's no reason for the fucking attitude." I scoffed

"Maybe if you weren't basically grinding against my dick and giving me a hard on, I wouldn't have to give attitude," he responds.

Suddenly, my breath caught in my throat as I became fully aware of his dick pressing against my ass.

I mumble, "Sounds like a problem," relieved that it was dark and he couldn't see the blush that had formed on my cheeks.

"Keep it up, and you'll be a whimpering mess beneath me," he responds.

That one sentence was all it took for me to start experiencing pain in the space between my legs.

"What, not another snarky return? Too shaken up by my words?" He questions.

"Fuck off and let me go back to sleep," I complained, not wanting to acknowledge that I was being affected by him.

I sigh as his hand slides under my shorts and rubs my clit in circles.

I felt his fingers go to my entrance and make circles around it, so I spread my legs wider.

"I-Liam." I whimper.

“Tell me what you need, baby.”

I beg, "Stop teasing," my body aching for his fingers to be inside me.

"Mm, but you sound so good begging for me, like a needy slut," he responds.

"Please, I need it," I beg once more as his teasing drives me crazy.

"I always knew you were a little slut." He curls two fingers, hitting that special spot deep inside of me.

"Oh my god," I moan.

He says something I can't hear because I'm too busy feeling good and because the knot in my stomach is getting bigger.

"Are you listening to me?" He asks, bringing me back to the present moment as he grabs my face, turns it to face him, and removes his fingers.

"I- what? What are you doing? Why did you stop?” I stammer, frustrated that his fingers aren't inside of me.

With a growl, he reaches for my neck and squeezes, saying, "God, you need to learn how to fucking listen."

"I said you're going to ride me so I can see how good of a slut you can be."

"Fuck, yeah, okay." I moaned

His dick shot out and smacked his stomach as I watched him shuffling to take off his boxers and pajamas.

"Take your shirt off." He yelled as he watched me take it off, and then he took both of my breasts and played with my nipples.

"Please.” I beg

"Please what?" He asked back.

"Please let me ride you. I need you." I cry out.

I watch as his hand moves and he spits on it, then begins to jerk off.

"I don’t know. I could just keep getting myself off watching you instead," he replies.

I choke out, almost mesmerized by the way his hand moves up and down. My pussy throbbing for him.

"Liam, fuck, come on."

With a smirk, he says, "So needy, hop on."

I moved so he was facing my entrance and started to lower myself, wincing as his size caused my pussy to stretch.

"You can take it. "Don't act like you can't," he commands.

With my hands supporting his lower abdomen, he growls out as he fully enters me.

My pace fastened, moving up and down as I went. I saw his eyes follow my body up and down several times.

"Fuck me, you really are a little slut." He moans.

"So fucking tight."

I whimper, "Feels—feels so good."

Liam is starting to push his hips up, matching my pace and meeting mine every time I lower myself again, which only makes me more and more satisfied.

"Liam, fuck, I'm going to come," I moan as his dick hits my g-spot, sending a chill down my spine.

"Hold it, not yet," he responds.

"What?" I whine

"You're going to wait till I do." He groans and thrusts his hips more forcefully.

"I can't hold it."

"You can and you will."

I let out a whimper and leaned back, doing everything within me to follow his orders.

It was almost too much for me to handle, as I felt his dick slamming into me.

"Oh, I'm coming. Fuck, fuck. Liam growls, his eyes tightly shut, as I feel him release into me.

The sight of him only makes it more difficult to resist. "Don't think about stopping," he says.

"Please," I pleaded, not sure that I could even contain myself for another moment.

"Such a slut, needing to come so badly," he grumbles. "Come for me."

My legs quickly grow weak as pleasure consumes my body, and I let out moans as my climax takes over.

"That was.”

"Amazing," he finished.

"I've never doubted for a second that I could have you begging for me."

"Jesus Christ, you couldn't just not be cocky for 5 minutes?" I groaned.

"Nope, it's in my nature." He shrugs

"Fuck, you're so annoying," I respond.

"You didn't seem to think I was annoying when you were screaming my name and begging to come," he grinned.

"You are now," I answer.

"Just wait. I’ll have you begging for me all over again.

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.

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."

hi! May you do Rafe x reader where reader gives him the best head of his life? I’m talking soul snatching 🤣. Then after he 🥜, she keeps going ? 👀🫶🏽

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“shitshitshit, you’re real good at this bunny, gonna make your daddy cum right down that pretty throat, you keep this up.” rafe was slightly propped against your headboard, stomach clenching at the feeling of your heavenly mouth around him. it was obscene and sloppy, your saliva was mixing with his precum until it dripped down his heavy sack.

suddenly his hands harshly grab the sides of your face, forcing himself down your throat as he cums with a harsh grunt, “fuckin slut, you better swallow all of it.”

you force yourself to breathe through your nose like he taught you, not wanting a repeat of the time you passed out—and you take every drop he gives you. but you don't stop, not even letting him relax before you start sucking him down again.

"woah--fuck-- back the fuck up sweetheart I'm done." rafe whimpers above you and you pull off, bringing your hand up to continuously stroke as his overstimulated tip-- almost purple and throbbing from the attention.

"aww, you can take one more daddy I know you can." you mewl sweetly, batting wet lashes at him like you don't have him trembling in your hands. it felt good to see him like this, to have him flushed and gasping for a break for once. you take him back between your lips gently at first, just enough to make him groan and buck his hips in confusion, then with a giggle, you take him back down.

when you glance up you can see the tears brimming in his eyes even when he clenches them closed, he's panting and babbling nonsense, not knowing if he wants you to stop or keep going. "oh bunny please, don't stop, don't stop m'gonna cum."

rafe barely lets out a noise this time, voice caught in his throat until it edges out into a strained whine as his chest turns red and he hunches over, gripping your hair as his whole body shakes with it.

finally you relent, slipping his softening cock from your lips and crawling up to where he's slumped. when he leans up for a kiss, you spit his cum into his mouth and watch as he's too dazed to process, swallowing it.

"not so fun being on the other side huh?"

Hawk X Reader SMUT

Warnings: Smut, just absolute SMUT!

A Burning Passion 4

  "I'm tired of you being so defensive over everything" You huff. Hawks face turns stone cold as he scoffs.

  "Well if that's how you feel then this-" he points to you and him "is over" he spits as he harshly hands you his hoodie.

  That was definitely not what you wanted, your heart tells you to go after him but your feet keep you planted where you are.

  Turns out he was the one who got you after all.

-

  Hawk hadn't spoken to you since then. He wouldn't even glance at you in the halls, and even if he did he would throw snarky comments your way. You showed defeat, not daring to utter another word to him. In fear you'd only push him away more.

  Every time you closed your eyes all you could see was him, as you ran the tips of your fingers against your lips gazing at the mirror in the schools bathroom, you felt his lips on yours. Your fingers moved to your arm to which you could only feel how he was touching you that night.

  Your eyes started to water as your heart ached, why hadn't you gone after him that night? He was so sweet and caring until you let your mind get the best of you.

  You still had his hoodie from the last encounter. It smelt like him, and over time as it faded you grew more needing of him. Not just the sex and the thrill of being caught, but him.

  You were snapped back into reality when the bathroom door snapped open, your hands automatically come to wipe away the tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

  As the stall door slammed shut you looked back into the mirror and let out a deep sigh, touching up your concealer to cover the puffiness under your eyes.

  The bell rang throughout the school house, signaling for lunch. Your heart started to race because of what you were about to do. You couldn't hold back anymore, all the cold shoulders and hateful glares Hawk sent your way ate you up.

  You rushed out of the bathroom and into the lunch room, automatically spotting Hawk and his friends as they were the loudest group.

  Hawk has his leg propped up onto the chair beside him, head to the side laughing because of something his friends had said. You were so close to backing out, but your legs had other plans as you neared his table.

Their laughter dies as Mitch slaps Hawk on the shoulder signaling your way, you now stood just a few feet away from him as he turned to look at who Mitch was pointing to. His smile automatically fades as he stands up quickly, his nostrils flare up and his jaw clenches.

"What do you want, princess?" He sneers with such venom as he closes the gap in between you two, he glares down at you while you look up at him with nervous eyes.

"I wanna talk about us" Your voice comes out weak and shaky.

"Us? There is no us Y/n" Hawks expression hardens at the word.

"You...you don't mean that..." You protest, your heart shatters as your legs grow weak.

"Oh I mean it, you of all people know I keep my word princess" he laughs angrily.

Your expression hardens, matching his anger. You needed him so bad that your emotions got the best of you, your anger started taking over, you couldn't take his constant switching up moments. Yes you had messed up, but so had he and right now he was acting entitled, he isn't the only one who gets to be angry.

You start to laugh, matching his anger as tears start to fall down your face. Though Hawk found you extremely hot in this moment, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Okay have it your way, but if you think we hated each other before then your in for a rude awakening...-" You lift your head up as you stand on your tippy toes, faces side by side and before you could even stop yourself. You whisper "-lip" into his ear.

You back away from his face, his eyes softened as he looked around subconsciously, his hand come up to cover his mouth before he could stop it. You felt bad, but that didn't stop a smirk from falling onto your lips.

It wasn't until you walked away and was out of his view when you pressed your hands against your head, squeezing your eyes shut "what the fuck did I just do..."

-

After that day you stood true to your word, you would flip him off in the hallways, laugh at him when he would trip up, constantly calling him lip or loser- even though you knew it hurt him and your heart twisted in pain every time you put him down you couldn't stop.

-

The coach blows the whistle, telling us to get back in place. You take your place in front of the soccer ball and on the sound of the whistle you start kicking the ball to the goal until someone's foot comes under yours, stealing the ball and causing you to trip.

"Thanks princess" Hawk mocks you with his laugh.

You glare at him as he laughs over his shoulder, but nonetheless you run up until your beside him, shoulder to shoulder you push him as hard as you can watching as he falls on his side.

You hear the sound of the whistle go off "let's take it easy on the physical contact!" The coach yells as it was your turn to mock Hawk.

You bend down to Hawks level "good job loser" you laugh as you start back running with the ball.

He's pissed. He stands up while the guy in front of him runs like a sloth, he's so pissed off he pushes the innocent guy harshly and watches as he hits the ground.

Another whistle goes off "hey!" The coach warns as you kick the ball into the goal, winning for your team.

You go for a water break as the coach yells for another round, you expect Hawk to come up to you but instead he yanks the red team shirt off and makes his way back into the school, to which you assume would be the locker rooms.

You couldn't help yourself so you went after him, just before the door to the boys locker room closes you wrap your fingers around the handle. Careful not to make too much noise you walk in, closing the door and locking it.

Hawk went to one of the sinks, placing both of his hands on either side. He looks in the mirror, sweat dripping from his face, his jaw clinched, nostrils flared and his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the sink.

"Didn't know i got to you that much lip" You smirked, keeping up your act.

You watch as his eyes move from his face to yours through the mirror, he slams one of his hands against the sink and rushes over to you. His body flush against yours as he harshly pushes you up against the hard wood door. His right hand slams on the door just above your head.

Your skins on fire just from the small contact, the heat from his body dragging onto yours as your sweaty bodies collided. Your breathing picks up, eyes immediately drifting to his lips but quickly back to his eyes before he noticed.

"Who do you think you are princess?" Hawks gaze turns harsh as the veins and mussels show against his arms.

You don't give him a response at first, until you've finally had enough. You harshly push his body off of yours, "no. Don't you dare Hawk! I know it was wrong of me to act like a bitch that night, but you don't get to treat me the way you did and not expect me to do the same! I fucking hate you for that!" You yell.

  "Yeah? You hate me?" Hawk says almost seductively. He walks back up to you, hand on your waist "show me how much you hate me princess..." He starts breathing unevenly as you look up at him.

  You practically throw yourself on him, exactly like you did that night. But this time, you know you won't regret it. You grab Hawks face, eyes staring into each others while he tightens his grip on your thighs. Your legs wrap around his waist in a death grip, you could already feel how hard he was for you.

  You smashed your lips onto his, moaning as he uses one of his hands to hold the back of your head as he kisses you like he's in love with you.

  Hawk try's to carry you to the bench but instead he ends up slamming your back into the lockers, creating a loud noise as you whimper and arch your back into his.

  Your eyes widen and you pull away from him, "wait we're at school Hawk" you say as you try to get down from his hold.

  "Oh no. You wanted this, you're gonna take it" He groans, he pushes his crotch into yours to keep you steady as he grabs the top of your gym shirt, ripping it in half exposing your bra covered tits.

  "What the fuck Hawk?!" You push his shoulder.

  "Shut up princess" He rolls his eyes as he places his lips on yours while his hands wander to your chest, feeling you up.

  He pulls away from the kiss only to actually carry you over to one of the very thin wood benches and places you on it so everything but your ass is against it.

  Hawk yanks his shirt off before he spreads your legs farther so he can bend down to your face. He lightly kisses your lips, trailing the small butterfly kisses all the way down while holding eye contact as you moan.

  He yanks your shorts and panties down in one swift motion, exposing your bare pussy to him all over again. He wastes no time before pulling his own down, his hard cock dripping with pre-cum.

  He makes you watch as he strokes his cock with his hand, his head falls back as his mouth falls open "y/n" he moans out.

  "Fuck. Please Hawk...." You beg of him.

  He looks at you, still stroking his cock but at a faster pace "be patient princess" he whimpers as his cock starts leaking with more beads of pre-cum.

  You practically whine until he lightly slaps his cock on your clit, the slightest touch making you a whore for him.

  Your dripping pussy begging to be fucked by him, you roll your eyes at the teasing "c'mon stop being a loser and just fuck me already" you say, resorting to the worse possible comment. It worked.

  Hawks eyes turn a darker shade as his jaw clenches, forcefully he stuffs his cock into your soaked pussy. It takes you by surprise as you let a small squeal fall out by accident.

  His cock hits all the right places as he stretches you out, "can a loser fuck you like this?" He asks condescendingly as he uses both of his hands to yank your bra down, your perky tits bouncing with each harsh thrust.

  You don't say anything, it feels so good it leaves you speechless. Your hands go behind your head voluntarily to steady yourself, grabbing onto the sides of the bench. Your hair goes everywhere as your bodies slip together easily because of how sweaty you both were before.

  There was something so thrilling about the possibility of getting caught which only made you more wet, gushing around Hawks cock as your pussy makes lewd sounds.

You found yourself gazing up at him, he looked so pretty even in such a state. As his cock continues to fill you up in every way possible, you found yourself questioning why you even 'hated' him to begin with.

Maybe it was because he was an arrogant asshole sometimes, or because he would bully innocent people, or maybe just maybe it was because you were in love with him.

Your eyes meet Hawks again and in that moment you wanted to reveal all your deepest secrets to him. You wanted to tell him how much you were in love with him. You could barely suppress your moans until loud banging erupted from the other side of the locked door.

Hawk's hips stilled, cock fully stuffed inside of you. You're eyes widened as you covered your mouth and Hawk snapped his gaze over to the door. You both watch as the door knob starts to jiggle.

He pulls you up keeping his cock inside of you as he rushes to one of the showers, turning the hot water on and closing the thin curtain behind you both, once again slamming you up against the wall.

You're both completely soaked, you expect him to pull out of you as keys start to jiggle from behind the door but instead he looks you straight in the eyes "think you can be quite for me princess?" Hawk whispers, tightly wrapping his hand against your mouth as he smirks, not allowing you to answer him.

The next thing you know he's using his other hand that's holding you up to help move your hips with his, fucking you perfectly as your hips start moving with his hand movements.

Your eyes roll back into your head as the coach lets in the rest of the boys. You pray your underwear are somewhere out of sight as you're being fucked in the shower.

"Hawk is that you?" A voice calls out and you can barley comprehend what's going on, all you feel is pleasure from his cock.

"Yeah!" he yells over the shower, his breathing staggering as his head leans against yours.

You look so beautiful like this, his hand wrapped around your pretty mouth as you're taking his cock. He feels his high near, letting out more noises than intended.

The hot water from the shower has hawks hair completely down, crowned around his face. You've never seen him like this, your pussy clenches at the sight, your nails dig down his back, surely leaving marks.

He brings his mouth to your ear, hand tightening on your mouth "cum for me princess" he whimpers. That's it for you as your eyes roll in the back of your head, your cum leaking around his dick, tightening up around him.

Hawk clenches his jaw as he tries to stay quiet, fucking you with no mercy while he tries to make less noise as possible. Your hands move to his hair, pulling it as you feel his hot cum fill you up to the brim.

His movements still as he removes his hand from your mouth, letting it go to your other thigh to hold you upright. Hawk makes eye contact with you, he can't help himself from pressing his lips up against yours.

He's so gentle with you, he's slightly shaking from his orgasm as are you. He pulls away from your lips, listening as he hears the last person leave the locker room. You whimper as he falls out of you, gently placing you back on your feet.

He turns off the shower while you flip your bra back to its place, though it sticks to you like glue. Hawk pulls the thin curtain back in search for a towel. He grabs the nearest one and places it around you, grabbing one for himself.

You felt exhausted.

But the question is; What happens now?

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