What About Axel X Shy!reader Who's Best Friends With Robby And Miguel And She's One Of The Best Fighters?

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.

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  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..."

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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.

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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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sleepy n thinkin ab using rafe while he’s on game!!

he’s too focused to care that you’re just so needy for him, whining and crying because you want him so bad till it gets to the point where you’re splayed in front of him, panties gone n rubbing yourself on his bulge just to feel a little bit better!!

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sometning about his nonchalance only further riles you up. he dodges around your head when you straddle him— hot in the face and teary eyed. you’d become tired of being ignored, but that romantic sickness that swirled in your stomach betrays you, and you miss him despite his presence being so close physically. he’s right there, but he hasn’t so much as glanced at you in hours.

his bulge presents itself to you. it’s always there, thick and prominent in any pair of slacks he wears, even clear in the old pair of grey sweatpants he wears to bed. you wondered why rafe never would be caught dead in the casual garment, being such a popular clothing item to sport among guys his age — and aside from his attachment to old money and being a ‘grown man’, maybe he wouldn’t wear sweatpants out doors because he was afraid of showing too much. after all, you could practically see each vein in his cock through the material.

if ignoring you for a screen wasn’t enough, he wears a headset today too. he’s not even a gamer, he wouldn’t call himself one anyway — viewing it as a hobby to be juvenile and time wasting. however; he was a sucker for 2K, coarse thumbs dashing across joysticks as he swears into the mic, undoubtably bossing topper or kelce about, telling them to pull their weight. classic rafe.

your legs are split either side of him as you find solace in the warm skin of his neck, peeking from the blue t-shirt he wears. he doesn’t mind you, it’s nothing he’s not used to anyway — your clingy and grabby ways catching up with you after an evening of being pretty much ignored for his friends and virtual characters on a screen. you’ve soaked yourself, it’s embarrassing really — how much watching your boyfriend relax and blow off steam can rile you up. like previously mentioned, it’s the lack of acknowledgment too. at this point, you’d do anything to appoint the attention to yourself.

“careful, baby.” is all he offers, barely opening his mouth to say it as he concentrates on the screen. you respond with a pleased hum as you grind on his bulge and he adjusts his headset, sitting up a little straighter with paranoia that his friends might hear. despite this, he continues to play — and you continue to hump him.

it’s clear it feels good for him too, because whilst he outwardly ignores you— he leans back, licking his lips and bucking his hips ever so slightly to adjust his seating, eyes glued to the screen. he even continues to boss his friends around through his headset, but you’re refusing to ignore the way his voice comes out just that bit breathier and slower, playing a little worse on the screen.

he knows when to call it quits on the game — and it’s when you really start putting on a show. you sit back, feet pressed onto the bed as you spread your knees wider — displaying your cunt fully to him as you grind, letting your pleased whimpers free without a care for his friends hearing. you tune in to what he’s saying through the mic as he speaks his farewell.

“alright — hey, i’m goin’. my girls — shutup, topper — my girl needs me. don’t expect you suckers to understand. yeah whatever bro.” you’re not sure what he’s responding to and you don’t care, only whining when your folds audibly part, your stickiness calling to him.

he yanks the headset off his head and looks down on you with a glassy gaze and parted lips.

“you wanna be heard. that right?”

“no, just want you.” you combat pathetically, panting like a puppy as you hump on your boyfriend.

“yeah…” he drawls, grasping a thick handful of your hip, lips shining from his tongue’s coat in the darkened hue of his bedroom. “you want attention. tha’s what you fuckin’ want.”

you pout at this, wishing he’d drop the mean act for just a moment. you can usually work it out of him, keep pleasing him ‘til he breaks — getting soft and sometimes even silly on you. you roll your hips, inspiring a low hum from him now as he helps you along with two hands on your ass.

“maybe i just missed you, rafey.” you groan, high pitched and bordering on pornagraphic. his nose scrunched when his lips part, eyes fixated on the way your folds part around the girth of his shape in his sweatpants.

“so god damn fuckin’ sexy.” he speaks through gritted teeth, and in a split flash you’re on your back — rafe hovering above you with strong greedy hands pinning you down. “gettin’ off on my lap. who’d you think you are, hm?” he hums, taking the lead as he noses at your jaw. there’s a faint clattering of his headset sliding off the sheets but you ignore it, lost in the moment.

“think m’your girl.” you daze, and if there’s any message your boyfriend drills into your head, it’s that his girl is allowed to take what she wants. even from him.

“got that right.” he’s fighting his sweatpants down with one hand, shoving your thighs open with the other. you didn’t need any preparation today, the art of being purely ignored for a game had gotten you as wet as they come.

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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?"

Kamala lost, jj maybank dead, and now bucktommy broke up. Chat am I gonna make it???

3AM~Rafe Cameron

WARRING:Cussing,Fingering

I let out a sigh as I closed the front door. I slid my heels off quietly and gently sat my purse on the counter, only grabbing my phone. I got a quick look at the stovetop, and the time was 3:29 a.m.

oh shit.

I tip-toed up the stairs, being as quiet as I could. I finally walked to our bedroom and peeked the door open. Once I felt like it was safe, I stepped in. I quickly turned around and closed the door. I let out a relieved sigh and tossed my head back.

"Where have you been?"

I jumped at the voice and looked over to our bed. Fuck, I've been caught.

"I was out with the girls, like I told you." I tossed my phone on the bed and looked at him, watching as he slowly stood up and walked towards me.

"It's 3 in the morning. Where have you been?" he asked again.

"Why do I have to tell you?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"What time did I tell you to come back, 11 right. It's 3; you were out doing something you weren't supposed to be doing. and you're drunk, I can smell it." Rafe scoffed.

Shit, there's no getting out of this.

"First of all, I'm not drunk." I scoffed.

"Watch your tone with me," he said, grabbing my chin and making me look at him.

"Where the fuck were you?" he asked. I whimpered as his grip tightened.

"I was at a party," I signed.

"Now you're not going anywhere else since you want to lie and shit, understand?" He tilted his head.

"y-yes"

"Great, now go get in the shower. You smell like alcohol," he smirked, leaving a gentle kiss on my lips, standing up straight. I sighed, walking into the bathroom and locking the door.

Tossing on one of Rafe's t-shirts that went past my knees, I walked out of the bathroom and crawled into bed. Rafe was still awake, but I think he's mad. Hmm, let's see. I gently slid his phone out of his hand and clicked it off.

"Stop looking like you want to kill me." I placed my hand on his cheek, running my thumb over his lips.

"Stop doing stupid shit that makes me want to kill you." He rolled his eyes, kissing my thumb and sliding his hands under my shirt.

"I'm sorry." I removed my hand and pecked his lips. He smiled at me and flipped us over. I guess he's not mad.

I felt him slide his hand down my body before dragging his hand up to his lips and spitting on his fingers before placing them straight onto my heat, causing me to jump.

I placed my hand in his hair griping and pulling it as he rubbed my clit with his thumb.

“Oh god, Rafe, please.” I moan as he speeds up.

As soon as I started to get closer, he smirked, suddenly stopping his movement and pulling my shirt back down.

"What the fuck, Rafe?"

"Your drunk, shut up," he cut me off, laying back in his spot.

"You’re such a piece of shit." I glared at him.

"Mhm, goodnight, babe," he yawned, leaning over and turning the lights off.

drew starkey’s arms: a much needed appreciation post 😮‍💨

Just a little blood M.S 🔞

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: matt and reader are in the mood, but reader is on her period and is insecure about doing it, but matt says otherwise.

author's note: BEFORE YOU JUDGE, THIS IS ABOUT THE FACT THAT MATT IS A DECENT MAN ENOUGH TO WANT YOU WHILE YOUR A LITTLE KETCHUP BOTTLE.

warnings: p in the v, smut, blood, cursing, praise, unprotected (don't do that), teasing

"That's it, baby. Come here." Matt moaned, pulling me into a kiss. His hands sliding up my back into my top, unclasping my bra without having to look.

I had just sucked him off, and that was the only deal for me tonight because I was on my period, which Matt didn't know about.

The night was going to a whole different route, finding that Matt was very desperate and needy for me.

I open your mouth to deepen the kiss, moaning into his as I wrap my arms around his neck.

I pull away, my lips making a smooch sound with his when they part, Matt meeting my gaze.

"You are so fucking perfect..." He breathed, his hand sliding up my leg to squeeze my ass. "You know what you've done to me? You've turned me into a fucking addict. Every time I see you, I need you."

I knew about the affect I had on him, and I loved it. It only fueled us both more.

I lay back, propping on my elbows, holding his gaze and the nape of his neck gently.

"If you're gonna keep saying those things, why not do something about it?" I tease, failing to hide the smugness in my tone and the smirk my lips curled into.

"Oh, fuck..." Matt groaned, his eyes going dark, him grinning. "You're just asking for it, baby." His voice came out rough, his hands sliding under my top to drag my lacy bra up and off before he also removes my top from over my head.

"Oh, asking for what exactly?" I tease further, tilting your head to the side slightly with narrowed eyes.

"Oh, I'll show you what you're asking for in just a moment." He breathed out, looking deep into my eyes like he was a starved man as he leaned down, trailing soft, slow kisses over the skin of my cleavage.

"I think you're all talk." I reply, forgetting the control Matt has over me, looking down at him.

He stops with the kisses, lifting his head to look at me immediately when I make that comment. Matt takes one of my sensitive nipples into his mouth, knowing that'll shut me up.

"Oh, don't do that..." I whisper, enjoying the pleasure, but not being able to take the teasing.

"Don't do what?" He teased, nipping at my other nipple, his face buried in the skin of my breast. "You didn't think I was all talk, did you?" He growled, pinching the other between his fingers and tugging slightly.

I moan, my back arching and my hips bucking in the air slightly.

Even though I promised myself I'd just let Matt only do certain things that didn't involve him having to know about my period, there was still an undeniable heat between my legs that ached for attention.

"Give it to me how I like it, Matt." I beg.

"I'll give it to you," he growled, nibbling on my tit, enjoying the assault. His hand slid down, pulling at the waistband of my pants.

Suddenly I tense up, my eyebrows raising when he tries to remove my pants. I sit up, causing Matt's mouth to move away from my breast.

"What?" He asked, his breathing heavy. His eyes were locked onto my body, particularly my tits.

I look into his eyes, not knowing how to say what you were gonna say as I swallow my own spit.

"I'm on my period." I let it spill like a casual sentence, which it should be because periods are normal.

I wasn't embarrassed about admitting something like that, but I was more focused on the fact that I told him after I've gone through teasing him and sucking his dick to nearly fucking.

"I don't care." He replies casually, his eyes locked on mine, shrugging as if to say 'what's stopping me?'

I knew he wouldn't care, but it seemed as if he was implying something.

"Matt, did you not hear me? I said I'm on my period." I reply, narrowing my eyes.

"I heard you," He grumbled, "But it doesn't change anything." His eyes were intense, filled with lust and desire.

I look into his eyes, raising my eyebrows in surprise, letting out a chuckle before I start to get turned on again.

I pull him in, laying on my back as we lock lips.

"Mhm," He moaned, his hands exploring my body once more. He kissed down my neck, his hands gripping my thighs before he leaned up to look at me. "You're turning me on, so don't stop just yet."

My eyes were on him as I begin to remove my pants quickly.

"Anything for you." I breathe out, tossing my skirt to the side before hesitating to remove my underwear and the pad that was attached to it.

I worried about the smell, and how he'd react to just my period overall. The self-conscious was still there even if I knew Matt wasn't that type, and he said he didn't care.

I look back at his eyes for reassurance.

"Baby," he groaned, looking at my body hungrily. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he pushed me on my back, pinning me to the bed. "I don't care about the smell or the mess. I just want you."

"Yeah?" I ask softly, my face softening with a smile, my heart warming up.

"Yes, baby, I promise you it's nothing that's a deal breaker for me," Matt responds seriously, looking deeply into my eyes, his hands on your hips. "I will bury my nose 6 foot deep into you to prove it."

I hiss, scrunching my face in disgust and concern at what Matt said, him being unfazed.

"Okay, do you have a towel?" I quickly and causally ask before I change my mind because of his comment as I look around, turning my head.

I needed the towel to put it underneath me, so blood doesn't get on his bed and stain it.

"Yeah," he said softly, gently getting off me.

He makes a quick trip to the bathroom, grabbing the towel before returning to me with it, placing it underneath me carefully as I lift my hips for him.

I watch him before I meet his gaze.

"Perfect. I'm ready.." I whisper, sighing as my hands return to his neck and shoulders, holding on.

He helped me remove my underwear before carefully setting it to the side, his eyes remaining on me. He smiled softly before leaning down to kiss me once more.

"You're so beautiful," he moaned before gently pushing into me, rocking his hips against my still-glistening entrance.

I raise my eyebrows and open my mouth, letting out a soft moan.

Matt let out a soft groan as he felt me tighten around him, the head of his cock pushing against something soft and wet. "Fuck, you're so wet," he moaned, leaning down to kiss and nibble on my neck.

I don't respond with the same energy as I start to feel self-conscious about the smell and simply the fact that it's blood.

"Matt, I don't know if I wanna do this..." I reply low with my eyebrows scrunched.

My response caused him to lift his head from your neck, and look at you.

Matt felt me tense up under him, and he knew that look in my eyes—the one that meant I were was to pull away. He hated that look. "Don't do that," he growled, his voice low and rough.

Suddenly when you saw how starved he truly was, my confidence regains itself as if I was never insecure.

"Don't do what?" I tease, my voice shaky and breathy as I open my mouth before biting my lip gently, holding back sounds.

"This," Matt replied, his voice still low and rough. "Don't stop." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against mine in a heated, possessive kiss that sent shivers down my spine.

I immediately close your eyes, kissing Matt back with the same energy he was giving me. I pull away to be vocal just how Matt likes it.

"That's it," he growled, his hips moving faster, his cock thrusting deeper into me. He leans up, lifting his shirt and putting it underneath his chin, so it won't get in the way, his eyes staring intensely in mine, his stomach being in display.

I moan louder, the moans just slipping out of me naturally. I never had to fake with Matt because he never gave me the reason to.

"Shit, fuck me..." I beg shakily even though he was balls deep in me.

Matt's eyes were locked on yours as he growled lowly. "That's it, baby. Take it all," he encouraged, his thrusts becoming more desperate.

I cried out in pleasure, the desperation in my face.

I lean over to see his cock pumping in and out of me, seeing my blood on it.

"Oh, how do you feel about that, Matt?" I ask sort of teasingly as I look towards him.

Matt felt my body tremble beneath him, his heart racing with the thrill of having me so entwined with him. He didn't even bother looking, his jaw clenching as he focuses on my pleasure. "It doesn't matter."

I groan in pleasure and frustration because of the things he says and the way he says them. I roam your hands on his upper back, digging my nails into his skin.

"Say that again." I request, biting my lip as I held eye contact with Matt.

Matt felt the heat between us intensify as he continued to thrust into my tight folds. He groaned lowly, the vibrations rumbling against your sensitive flesh. "It doesn't matter."

Matt's thrusts became more powerful, his hips slamming against yours. The head of his cock brushed against your sensitive spot, making me moan even louder. He grinned wickedly, taking pleasure in the way I was so eager for him. "Yeah, baby? You like that?"

I groan at the cockiness, my eyes rolling to the back of your head. "Fuck you, fuck you," I hiss.

I wrap my legs around his waist, so he penetrates me deeper.

"Take it all," he grunted, his voice strained with the effort to hold back. He felt my legs tighten around his waist, my body clenching around his cock in a way that sent waves of pleasure coursing through him.

Matt's skin slaps against mine, creating clapping noises that circulated the room.

It was so slippery and wet that Matt's cock slips out of me as he was thrusting, causing him to slow down when he notices.

When his dick slips out of me, some of the period blood also slips out of my hole, streaming down onto the towel that was underneath me.

"Hey, hey," Matt soothed, not wanting me to be self-conscious about something normal as our eyes meet. He leaned down, entering me with his dick again. "Eyes on me. Focus on me."

Thank you chase😫😩😫😩

DREW NATION HOW ARE WE FEELING?????

everyone say thank you chase 😩🫡🤭

Unspoken Tension

𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍

*𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚖𝚜*

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚖: 𝙷𝚎𝚢!! 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎!! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜!!

The heat of the party still buzzed under your skin as you walked toward Topper’s car, your heels clicking softly against the pavement. It was past 3 AM, and the air was thick with humidity, the scent of salt and alcohol lingering in the night. You had spent the evening dancing, laughing, pretending not to notice Rafe’s eyes on you.

It wasn’t new. He was always watching, always lingering just close enough to make his presence known. But when he finally approached you earlier that night, it had been the same as always—a sharp comment disguised as a joke, something about how “little Topper” was finally getting attention. You had just rolled your eyes and walked away.

Now, standing by the car, you hesitated. Kelce was already sprawled in the middle seat, and on the other side sat Rafe, arms crossed, staring at you with that unreadable expression.

“What am I supposed to do?” you asked, looking at Topper.

Before he could answer, Rafe shifted, leaning forward slightly. “Just sit on my lap,” he said, his voice smooth, his hand extended toward you like it was the simplest solution in the world.

Your breath caught.

You hated him. Or, at least, you told yourself you did. You had the biggest crush on him, mostly growing up, but that feeling never went away. What else never went away was his constant taunting. You hated the way he talked to you, the way he made you feel small, the way he had gone from the boy who once held your hand when you scraped your knee to the guy who made fun of your every move. And yet, you still felt the heat in your stomach every time he was near.

You exhaled sharply. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious,” he said, his lips twitching like he was enjoying this.

Kelce snorted. “Come on, just sit down, we don’t have all night.”

You hesitated for a second longer, then scoffed under your breath. “Fine.”

Sliding into the car, you perched yourself carefully on Rafe’s lap, trying to put as much space between your body and his as possible. But it was pointless—his arm rested lazily on the back of the seat, his other hand coming down instinctively to your waist as Topper pulled onto the road.

You swallowed hard.

Rafe was warm, his chest firm against your back. Every breath he took pressed against you, and you could feel the rise and fall of it, the heat radiating from his skin.

“Relax,” he murmured, his lips just inches from your ear. “I don’t bite.”

You turned your head slightly, glaring at him over your shoulder. “Could’ve fooled me.”

His grip on your waist tightened slightly, his fingers pressing into the fabric of your dress. “You were ignoring me all night,” he said, his voice low, almost accusing.

You scoffed. “Maybe because you never have anything nice to say?”

For a second, something flickered in his expression. It was gone before you could place it. He smirked, tilting his head, his breath fanning across your skin.

“You’re really gonna act like you don’t like it?”

Your pulse stuttered.

“Like what?” you challenged.

“The attention,” he murmured.

You rolled your eyes, shifting slightly, but that only made the situation worse—his hands gripped your hips to steady you, and you swore you felt his breath hitch.

“You’re delusional, Cameron,” you muttered.

His thumb brushed the curve of your waist, slow, deliberate. “Maybe,” he said. “Or maybe you’ve just been running from the truth.”

Your breath caught, and for once, you had nothing to say. He laughed softly and tighten his arm around your waist and you felt something poking beneath you. You looked back at Rafe, down, and back up only to see him staring back at you with that smirk that always annoyed you.

By this time Kelce had already passed out and Topper and Sarah were too wrapped up in each other in the front of the car, not paying attention to either of you.

"You sure you don't like the attention, Cameron?" you whisper to him.

He moves in closer to your face, his breath is hot against your ear, "I've always loved the attention from you, clearly."

As the car rolled on, the silence between you and Rafe grew heavier. His thumb never stopped tracing slow patterns on your waist, and you could feel the subtle tension building between you two. You had always told yourself you hated the way he treated you, the way he’d pick on you for no reason. But now, with him so close, his touch lingering just enough to send chills down your spine, you started to wonder if there was something more behind it.

You shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the way his fingers seemed to burn into your skin and the way his hard on poked into your ass.

"Why are you doing this?" you finally blurted out, the words escaping before you could stop them.

He was silent for a moment, his lips pressed into a thin line as he looked at you with a strange intensity. “Doing what?” His voice was barely above a whisper, his tone quieter than usual.

"Picking on me all these years... acting like you can’t stand me and then—" You cut yourself off, unsure of where this was going. “Then acting like this," motioning to his crotch.

Rafe’s gaze softened for just a second, before his usual smirk returned. But there was something different about it now. “Maybe I’ve always liked to get under your skin,” he said, leaning in a little closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Guess it worked, huh?”

Your heart pounded in your chest, the air suddenly thick with something you couldn’t quite name.

“You’ve always had a way of getting under mine,” you replied, your voice quieter than you meant it to be.

Rafe’s hand slid from your waist to your back, his fingers tracing the curve of your spine. “I think I’ve always liked you, you know,” he muttered, the words so casual that they almost felt like a lie. But there was no mistaking the look in his eyes now.

Your breath caught in your throat. “What are you saying?”

He hesitated, his eyes flicking to yours. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ve been a little... hard to read.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “But I guess, I don’t know how to do this. How to act around you when I’ve always felt like this.”

The words hung between you two, heavy and thick.

You swallowed hard, a mix of confusion and something else swirling inside you. "You’re serious?"

Rafe didn’t look at you right away. Instead, he stared out the window for a moment, like he was thinking through his next words carefully. When his eyes finally met yours again, they were more vulnerable than you’d ever seen them.

“Yeah," he said softly. "I’m serious. I’ve always been serious.”

You felt your heart race again, but this time, it wasn’t just from the tension. It was from the realization that maybe, just maybe, the feeling had been mutual all along.

"You've been a jerk for so long, Rafe," you said, your voice shaky. "Why didn't you just—"

He interrupted you with a quiet laugh, one that was more frustrated than amused. “I was trying to figure it out, okay? I didn’t know how to stop acting like a dumbass around you. And now I’m just... here. Still trying to figure it out.”

The car swerved slightly as Topper made a turn, breaking the intense moment. But you couldn’t shake the weight of what Rafe had just said. There was something raw in his words, something real. He held you close to keep concealing what was happening below.

You bit your lip, unsure of what to say next, but in that silence, you realized something: Rafe had always been this way because he didn’t know how to handle the emotions he’d been hiding for so long. And now, they were out in the open.

Topper finally pulled up to Tannyhill, Sarah jumped out, waiting for Rafe. Neither of you have broken eye contact. You turn and open the car door, hopping out.

"I'm staying here tonight Top, see you tomorrow," you don't give him a second to answer before you pull Rafe out with you and slam the door shut, making your way to the homes entrance.

a/n: one of the requests I wanted to do before I took my break. I loved it too much to hold off on. *scheduled post*

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