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OFF LIMITS – rafe cameron ¡ (07)

social media & irl AU !

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

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Rafe kissed you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” Ryan mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A new category.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was Rafe. (not one person is surprised)

rafe 👍: You awake?

Sent, 12:55 am

You: ?? hello

rafe 👍: Hi baby

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

You: why are you awake?

rafe 👍: Hmm

rafe 👍: Probably the same reason you are

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

You: yeah 🤨

You: and what reason must that be

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

rafe 👍: I

rafe 👍: I can’t stop thinking about you

rafe: It’s driving me crazy

Oh.

You: stop being an idiot

You: go to sleep its late

rafe 👍: I’m not fucking around

rafe 👍: Wanna see you so bad

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

You: we’ll see eo tmr

rafe 👍: You think

rafe 👍: I can wait til’ tomorrow?

rafe 👍: I can't Yn

rafe 👍: Can I come to your room

You: Huh

You: what

You: for what?

rafe 👍: Js’ wanna see you baby

rafe 👍: Am I not allowed to do that?

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

You: kies asleep

rafe 👍: Okay

rafe 👍: I’ll be fast

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

You: don’t come

You: stay in your room

rafe 👍: What

rafe 👍: Why?

You: i’ll

You: come to you

rafe 👍: Shit wait

rafe 👍: Are you serious?

rafe 👍: Don’t fuck with me

You: is anyone by you

rafe 👍: NOo

rafe 👍: No one is by me

rafe 👍: I’m all alone

you: alr

you: im coming

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mhm, that made things even worse.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But nothing.

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

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

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

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

So what if Ryan found out?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“At one past midnight?” Rafe argued.

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

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

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

Shit, your phone.

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

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pearlprincess02 · 8 months ago

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8th house synastry overlays (inner planets)

outer planets overlay & asteroids overlay

sun in 8th house overlay

sun person: for the sun person, this synastry creates a profound pull towards self-revelation and growth, sparking a strong curiosity about hidden aspects of the self and the 8th house person. on the positive side, this can lead to deep self-awareness, transformation, and a desire to bring hidden emotions to light, fostering intimacy. however, the sun person's ego may also experience struggles with possessiveness or control, feeling as though they must “own” parts of the 8th house person to maintain closeness. this can be a test of their ability to balance self-expression with respect for the 8th house person's boundaries.

8th house person: the 8th house person feels both magnetized and exposed by the sun's presence, as the sun's warmth shines into their hidden depths. on the positive side, they may find the courage to face fears, emotional wounds, or past traumas, which the sun person helps bring into perspective. however, the 8th house person may also feel an intense urge to shield their vulnerabilities, leading to power struggles or emotional defensiveness. if their ego becomes overprotective, they may struggle with feelings of mistrust, pulling away just as the relationship deepens.

couple tropes: intense soulmates, beauty & the beast, healing touch, power play, lovers in the dark, the sacrifice, unbreakable bond, the obsession, shadow & light, forbidden love

moon in 8th house overlay

moon person: in this synastry, the moon person feels a deep, almost magnetic emotional attraction to the 8th house person, sensing that they can access parts of themselves they rarely show others. positively, this can create a rare, profound intimacy, where the moon person feels safe exploring and sharing their vulnerabilities, sensing the 8th house person's ability to hold space for intense emotions. however, this bond can also lead to fears of emotional dependency or feeling “lost” in the connection, as the depth of the relationship may trigger unresolved emotional wounds. the moon person may experience moments of jealousy or possessiveness, feeling that the 8th house person has a unique hold over their heart.

8th house person: for the 8th house person, the moon's presence feels like a spotlight on their deepest, most hidden emotions, stirring feelings they may normally keep under wraps. positively, this can encourage them to face their vulnerabilities and let the moon person in, which can foster trust and emotional growth. yet, the depth of the connection may also make them feel exposed, leading to fears of emotional vulnerability or of the moon person discovering parts of them they haven’t fully accepted themselves. if their guard goes up, they may oscillate between craving closeness and pulling away, making the relationship feel both exhilarating and unsettling.

couple tropes: the empath & the shadow, emotional alchemists, the secret keepers, magnetic attraction, the protector & the vulnerable, the mirror soul, haunted hearts, unseen bond, emotional labyrinth, depths of desire

mercury in 8th house overlay

mercury person: the mercury person feels drawn to explore deeper, more intimate topics with the 8th house person, naturally steering conversations towards hidden truths and psychological insights. on the positive side, this can lead to profoundly revealing dialogues where the mercury person feels free to discuss their fears, desires, and mysteries they’d typically keep private. they might gain transformative insights from these exchanges, finding the 8th house person uniquely perceptive. however, the intensity of these conversations may sometimes make the mercury person feel exposed or emotionally drained, and they might worry about saying too much, fearing it could give the 8th house person undue power over them.

8th house person: for the 8th house person, the mercury person's words have a way of reaching into their most private thoughts, encouraging them to reveal parts of themselves they may usually keep hidden. positively, this can feel cathartic, as though the mercury person understands and articulates their unspoken fears and desires. the 8th house person may feel grateful for the connection, viewing the mercury person as a guide through their inner complexities. however, they may also feel unnerved, as the mercury person's probing questions and insights might make them feel exposed or vulnerable. this can lead to moments of guardedness, especially if they feel they’re sharing more than they’re comfortable with.

couple tropes: the truth seekers, mind readers, the interrogator & the confessor, whispered secrets, unspoken understanding, the psychological sleuths, the puzzle pieces, intrigue, the confidants, unmaskers

venus in 8th house overlay

venus person: in this synastry, the venus person feels a profound and magnetic attraction to the 8th house person, often experiencing love that transcends the surface and delves into the depths of emotional intimacy. on the positive side, this connection fosters an intense romantic bond, where the venus person feels cherished and desired, allowing them to express their love freely and authentically. they thrive in this environment of vulnerability, as it encourages their innate desire for closeness. however, the intensity of the connection can also lead to possessiveness or insecurity, with the venus person sometimes feeling overwhelmed by the emotional demands of the relationship, leading to fears about losing the depth of connection they crave.

8th house person: for the 8th house person, the presence of venus can feel like a transformative force, inviting them to explore love on a deeper, more profound level. positively, they may find themselves more open to experiencing vulnerability and intimacy, as venus encourages them to share their emotional world and embrace romance without fear. the 8th house person may feel adored and understood, as if their hidden desires are finally acknowledged. however, this intensity can also provoke feelings of insecurity or overwhelm, as they navigate the depths of their own emotions alongside the venus person's desires. they might sometimes feel the need to retreat when the emotional stakes feel too high, leading to fluctuations in their commitment.

couple tropes: forbidden love, passionate lovers, emotional rollercoaster, the secrets of the heart, intimacy experts, transformative love, the soulmates, dual nature, healing love, the unbreakable bond

mars in 8th house overlay

mars person: in this synastry, the mars person feels an intense surge of passion towards the 8th house person, often experiencing a magnetic attraction that ignites their desire for both physical and emotional intimacy. on the positive side, this connection can lead to a dynamic sexual chemistry, where both partners feel empowered to express their needs and desires freely. the mars person may find that their assertiveness complements the 8th house person's depth, resulting in a stimulating and fulfilling relationship. however, the intensity of this dynamic can also trigger aggressive tendencies, leading to power struggles or conflicts, especially if the mars person feels challenged or if their assertiveness crosses the line into dominance. they may have to navigate feelings of jealousy or possessiveness, which can complicate the passionate bond.

8th house person: For the 8th house person, the presence of mars intensifies their emotional landscape, awakening a desire for passionate connection and exploration of hidden desires. Positively, they may feel emboldened to embrace their own sexuality and assertiveness, driven by the energy mars brings into the relationship. This dynamic can empower them to confront their fears and engage in transformative experiences with the mars person. However, the intensity can also lead to emotional volatility, as the 8th house person may feel overwhelmed by the raw passion and aggression that mars embodies. They may grapple with feelings of vulnerability and defensiveness, especially if they perceive the mars person's assertiveness as threatening their emotional safety or autonomy.

couple tropes: fire & ice, lovers & fighters, dark desires, emotional warriors, intense magnetism, wild ride, the shadow dance, the sexual awakening, transformation, the unruly pair

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jjjjisun · 3 months ago

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Sunday Morning

NJZ Danielle X AESPA Karina X Male OC | 1945 words

TW: Incest

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A violent storm had descended upon the night, the thunder growling like a waking beast and lightning carving veins of light into the ink-black sky. The old mansion rattled, its timbers creaking as if alive, and the rain lashed against the windows with the fervor of a jilted lover. In the expansive master bedroom, dominated by a large four-poster bed, a naked man lay awake, his heart pounding in sync with the storm's rhythm.

Karina, his daughter, was the first to sneak in, her petite body hugging the shadows. Her eyes, fierce and bold, met his in the darkness. She was a wild thing, untamed and free, her dark hair cascading down her back, the sheet clutched loosely in her hand. "Couldn't sleep?" she asked, her voice barely audible over the storm's fury.

He shook his head, pulling the sheet higher up his chest, a futile attempt at modesty. "You?" he replied, his voice hoarse with sleep and something else he dared not name.

She smirked, tossing her hair back. "Never could sleep through a storm. Not without…" she paused, her eyes glinting wickedly, "company."

Before he could respond, Danielle, his other daughter, padded in, her lithe form accentuated by the faint glow of the lightning. She was the yin to Karina's yang, her fair hair contrasting with her sister's darkness. "What are you two doing?" she asked, her eyes flicking between the two.

"Just talking about the storm," Karina said, her smirk growing wider. "Wasn't it you who used to love stormy nights?"

Danielle's cheeks flushed, but her eyes burned with a familiar challenge. She dropped her sheet, standing before them nude and unafraid. "I still do," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. And then, with a playful laugh, she lunged, aiming for Karina, the sheet they had both been clinging to forgotten.

The room filled with laughter, and soon, they were a tangle of limbs, their bodies sliding and pressing against each other, their tickling fingers exploring familiar terrain. The storm outside seemed to mimic their play, the rain intensifying, the thunder rumbling like their own laughter.

He watched, frozen, as their playfulness turned sensuous. Their touches lingered, their eyes locked, their breaths hitching in sync. He felt a familiar stirring, a response he couldn't suppress or control. He was their father, but they were his weakness, his downfall. He knew he should stop them and reclaim his self-control, but he was rooted to the spot, his pulse pounding in his ears, drowning out the storm.

Karina looked up, her eyes meeting his, her fingers dancing on Danielle's hip. "Join us, Dad," she purred, her voice sultry, inviting. "The storm doesn't seem so frightening with us together, does it?"

He swallowed hard, his gaze flicking between them, the thunder outside escaping without a peep in the face of the tsunami of want crashing through him. He knew he shouldn't cross this line, but in that moment, bathed in the storm's light, he couldn't find the strength to resist. He let the sheet fall, revealing his arousal, and surrendered to the storm within.

The thunder's grumble had softened to a murmur, and the rain was now a rhythmic patter against the windowpanes as the storm reached a gentle crescendo. The room's illumination oscillated with the passing Lightning, caressing the three figures in the large bed. The tension was thick and palpable, holding them in a suspended state of anticipation.

Karina's hand, previously dancing on Danielle's hip, now slid down, her fingers parting Danielle's thighs with tender authority. Danielle's breath hitched, her lips parting on a soft gasp. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lower lip, and her eyes flicked from Karina's fingers to her father's face. "Dad," she whispered, "tell me you want this as much as we do."

He swallowed hard, his eyes locked with Danielle's. He could feel his arousal throbbing in response to their Touch, their words. He was teetering on the edge of a precipice, one he had never dared to approach before. But the sight of them, their bodies flushed, their breaths coming in short pants, their eyes filled with hunger and want, was his undoing. "I do," he admitted, his voice raw and honest. "God help me, I do."

Karina's fingers found Danielle's center, stroking, exploring. Danielle's hips moved in rhythm with her sister's touch, her moans filling the room. His gaze flicked between them, his pulse pounding in his ears. He reached out, his fingers tangling in Karina's hair, pulling her in for a kiss. Their lips met, their tongues sliding against each other, igniting a fire that raged through his veins.

Danielle's fingers wrapped around his cock, her touch tentative yet sure. He groaned into Karina's mouth, his hips moving in sync with her sister's touch. He felt freefalling, his body alive with sensations he had long suppressed. He broke the kiss, his gaze finding Danielle's. "Come here," he growled, pulling her to him.

She straddled him, her warmth pressing against him. He captured her mouth, his hands roaming her body, relearning the curves he had tried so hard to forget. He hears. Karina's soft laughter, and then her touch was there, her fingers joining Danielle's in stroking him, her lips tracing patterns on his chest.

Danielle reached between them, positioning him at her entrance. She slid down, a slow, torturous inch at a time, her eyes locked with his. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his breath coming in short gasps. When she had taken all of him, she began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, sensuous rhythm.

Karina's hands were on Danielle's breasts, her fingers pinching and rolling the nipples. Danielle's breath hitched, her movements becoming more frantic. He felt Karina's touch on him, her fingers stroking the base of his cock where it disappeared inside Danielle. His grip on Danielle's hips tightened, his thrusts meeting her movements.

Danielle leaned back, her hands settling on Karina's shoulders. Karina's lips found Danielle's nipple, her tongue flicking against the hardened peak. Danielle's moans filled the room, her head thrown back, her hair cascading down her back. He could feel her tightening around him, her body tensing in preparation for release.

He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed in counterpoint to her movements, his touch firm and steady. Danielle's body bowed, her release pulsing through her, her inner muscles-clenching around him.

He couldn't hold back any longer. With a groan, he came, his body shuddering with the force of his release. Danielle collapsed against him, her body spent, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Karina's hands stroked his chest, her touch gentle and soothing.

As their breathing slowly returned to normal, Danielle lifted her head, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Dad," she whispered, "I don't just want you to fuck us. I want you to breed us."

Karina nodded, her fingers twining with Danielle's. "We want to carry your child, Dad."

He stared at them, his mind racing. He had crossed this line, which he knew he couldn't uncross. But at that moment, looking at them, their bodies flushed, their eyes filled with love and desire, he knew he didn't want to. He took their hands, his fingers intertwining with theirs. "Then let's ride out the storm together," he said, his voice filled with determination. And with that, he sealed their fates, binding them together in a way that was primal, intense, and undeniably erotic.

The first light of dawn broke through the storm clouds, casting a soft glow over the three spent bodies entwined in the bed. The room was filled with the symphony of their breaths, slowly evening out, and the faint patter of rain against the windows. He was the first to stir, his fingers tracing patterns on their arms as he lay between them.

"Morning," Karina mumbled, her voice still heavy with sleep. She nuzzled into his chest, her hand moving to cover his.

Danielle stirred as well, her fingers finding his waist. "Morning, Dad," she said, her voice soft and content. She rubbed her face against his shoulder, a small smile on her lips.

He looked down at them, his heart swelling with mixed emotions. He cupped their faces, his thumbs stroking their cheeks. "Are you both sure about this?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. "About what we did, what we want?"

Karina's breakfast pushes up, her breasts pressed against his chest. "Oh, we're sure," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Aren't we, Dani?"

Danielle nodded, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Very sure," she confirmed. "I think it's time we made it official." She rolled on top of him, her hands pushing his thighs apart. She bent down, her breath hot on his cock as she took him into her mouth.

He groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. She sucked him, her tongue swirling around the head, her hand pumping the base. He felt himself hardening, his body responding to her touch. He looked down at her, her fair hair cascading around his lap, and then caught Karina's gaze, her dark eyes filled with hunger as she watched them.

Karina joined in, her hands stroking his chest, her fingers pinching his nipples. He moaned, his hips bucking slightly. Karina switched her sister on sucking his manhood and took him deeper, her throat convulsing around him. He felt the pressure building, his balls tightening.

"Stop," he gasped, pushing Karina away. She sat back, her lips glistening, her eyes hungry. "I want to come inside you," he said, his voice raw. He reached for her, pulling her up. She straddled him, positioning herself over his cock.

But she didn't lower herself onto him. Instead, she leaned back, her hands on Dani’s thighs. "We have other plans for that, Dad," she said, her voice teasing. She looked at her sister, a silent conversation passing between them. Danielle nodded, a seductive smile on her lips.

Karina got on her knees, her massive breasts swaying. "Noona Karina wants you to come inside her too, Dad," she said, her fingers playing with her nipples. "But first, she wants to show you how much she's enjoyed your attention." Karina pushed her monster breasts together, a valley of soft, pale flesh between them.

He groaned, his gaze locked on the sight. Danielle took his cock, positioning it between her sister's breasts. Karina began to move, her hips rolling, her tits on either side of his cock, sliding up and down. He watched, mesmerized, as his daughter used her sister's breasts to pleasure him.

He reached out, his fingers finding Danielle’s clit. She moaned, her movements becoming more frantic. He felt his release building, his balls tightening. Danielle's body tensed, her orgasm ripping through her.

"Come on my tits, Dad," Karina whispered, her eyes locked with his. "Mark me. Make me yours."

He groaned, his body tensing as he came between Karina’s breasts. Danielle collapsed against Karina, their bodies sticky with sweat and his release. They all looked down, a sense of satisfaction filling the room.

Karina laughed, her fingers wiping his cum off her skin. "Looks like we've made a mess, sis," she said, turning to Dani. She grinned, her hand joining hers in cleaning their skin.

As they got up to clean off properly, he watched them, a sense of peace washing over him. He still had his worries and doubts, but at that moment, looking at them, their bodies glistening, their smiles soft, he knew he wouldn't trade this for anything. He was ready to face whatever came next and cross whatever lines they needed to.

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Sweat

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

You and Eddie find a great way to distract yourselves from the heat wave that moves through Hakwins

cw: MDNI (18+) smut ( p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) masturbation, oral (m receiving) choking, dom!eddie

You lie on your bed as the ceiling fan spins above you. Hawkins has reached an all new record as far as heat goes, making this the hottest summer in history with temperatures reaching over one hundred. The ceiling fan mixed with the oscillating fan you’ve got by the bed is doing barely anything to cool you down. You’re stripped down to a tank top and your panties and even though your parents aren’t home, you’re still hesitant about being stripped down to nothing. You know Eddie wouldn’t mind, especially since he’s your boyfriend, but still.

He comes back into the room with more water in nothing but his boxers and you take the glass from him, chugging away. You feel like you’ve sweat out all the other water you’ve drunk so this is exactly what you need. Eddie sits on the bed next to you and pulls you close despite how hot and sweaty the two of you are. That never matters to him-he always feels so much better when you’re right beside him. As long as he’s touching you in some way, he feels right at home.

Your back is flat against your mattress and he lies on top of you, snuggling into your neck. He presses kisses to your neck, murmuring how much he loves you and you know exactly where this is going. You don’t even care about how sticky you feel, you just want to feel him. You’ve both been so busy that you’ve barely had time to see each other, let alone actually have sex. You’re needy and desperate and just need him so badly.

You know he’s not going to give in so easily, though. He’s going to make you beg and beg, on the verge of crying for him because he wants to be sure that you really want it. He eats it up when you’re that desperate for him-when you need him so bad that he can see tears sliding down your cheeks.

“I know what you want, baby,” he murmurs against your neck, hand sliding into your underwear but he pauses. “Gotta ask for it. C’mon, beg for me.” He starts to suck on your neck and you can’t help but let out a moan. It’s been so long since he’s done this and you forgot how much you missed it.

“Eddie, please,” you beg as his fingers move back and forth across your slit in a teasing manner. He continues to suck, clearly unsatisfied with how you’ve asked. His teeth slide against your neck and you let out another moan, already close to an orgasm.

“More whiny,” he replies. “Gotta beg me, doll. Wanna hear you crying for me because you need me so bad.” You’re usually more than happy to play right into his hand, but not right now. The heat is getting to you and now you’re going to let him have it.

“I swear to god, if you don’t do something, I’ll just take care of it myself.” Eddie actually likes that better. He’s never seen you masturbate and now he kind of wants to. He pulls away from your neck and looks you in the eyes, his getting darker as he imagines how pretty you’d look with your fingers inside you.

“Do it, baby,” he says, removing his hand from your panties. “I wanna watch you make yourself come and then I want to be the one to lick your fingers clean. After that, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’re gonna be seeing stars.” You never thought he’d be so turned on by watching you pleasure yourself, but then again, he’s always surprising you. You need him now more than ever, but you want to be the one to make him beg this time. He’s not going to get what he wants until he’s the one crying for you. That’s the only way this is going to work.

Eddie pulls off your underwear and you press your middle and ring fingers together before pushing them inside you. Eddie is on his hands and knees at your feet, watching your every move. And when you let out a little whimper, he’s sure that he’s never heard anything more hot in his life. He knows you do this a lot just by the way you move your hand. This is second nature to you and god, is he loving watching.

You let out your first moan and Eddie’s already into it. So much so that he’s pulling his boxers down and spitting into his hand. He’s pumping rapidly, just trying to get some sort of release. And now you’re watching each other, getting off on seeing the other masturbate. Seeing his head thrown back like that, those breathy moans-god, he’s got to know exactly what he’s doing to you.

You’re pumping even harder now, trying to match his pace. This isn’t something you’ve done together, but you can’t help but feel turned on by it, knowing that he’s only doing it because he finds you so hot. You wonder how many times he’s done this to the thought of you, even before you got together.

He reaches his orgasm before you do, but you’re not long after. Your eyes open just in time to see cum shooting out all over him and your freshly washed bedding. As soon as he’s finished coming, he takes the fingers you’ve removed from your cunt and brings them into his mouth, licking and sucking on them like an animal. This is his reward and you’re going to let him enjoy it. Once they’re clean, he takes them out of his mouth then kisses you, placing himself above you as he lines himself up with you.

He’s sticky with sweat and his cum that he didn’t bother to clean up, but you don’t mind. You just need him inside you now. His hands grab onto your headboard as he pounds into you so hard that the bed squeaks underneath you. He’s moving so fast and you’re somehow able to keep up as you buck your hips against his.

“Such a dirty girl, aren’t you?” He asks. “Who knew my shy girl liked it so rough,” he lets out a chuckle as his pace somehow picks up even more.

Eddie’s always so gentle with you despite his teasing manner, but tonight is different. You like seeing more of this side of him, realizing that you like the teasing a lot more than you thought you would. You like when he bosses you around sometimes and that he lets you take the reins when you want to. He’s the perfect partner in every way.

“You’re always too gentle with me,” you reply. “I can take it.”

“Alright, then how would you feel about being choked?” Your eyes light up at that and you watch his hand reach out for you. It wraps around your throat and he gives it a tight squeeze. You feel like you can’t breathe, but for some reason, that turns you on, making you even more wet as Eddie continues to pound into you.

“I had no idea you liked this kind of stuff. More?” He asks and you nod so he squeezes harder, hearing your labored breath. He’s moving even faster as he chokes you just a little harder before letting go, his hand moving back to the top of the head board.

He can see that you’re close, but he’s not letting up just yet. He wants to see how many times he can make you come this round. You’re both pouring sweat and your words are starting to slur. He’s beginning to think that maybe water is more important right now.

You come more quickly than anticipated, those pretty sounds falling from your lips and Eddie’s not far after, not even bothering to pull out as he collapses on top of you. You’re both spent from all the sweat clinging to your body and you both decide that you’re in need of a shower. But not before Eddie gets his cuddles in.

Once he feels like he’s lied there long enough, he pulls out and throws you over his shoulder before throwing you over his shoulder and heading into your bathroom where he sits you on the toilet before turning the water on.

The water heats up pretty quick and you both step in before Eddie closes the door. It’s heating up and you don’t know why this feels so good even though the water is so hot.

Eddie puts some of your body wash onto your wash clothes before he wipes you down, whispering how much he loves you as he presses kisses to every inch of skin he can find. You really think you lucked out finding him, still unsure as to how no one else in Hawkins seems to notice how much of a catch he is.

You step closer to him as the soap washes off of you and before you can stop yourself, you’re backing him up against the wall. You sink to your knees and look up at him as you take the tip of his cock into your mouth. You flatten your tongue against the tip as you grab hold of the base, giving it a hard suck.

Eddie lets out a whine and you take that as an invitation to take him even further, inch by inch until you can feel him at the back of your throat. Your eyes are tearing up and you’re gagging, but you don’t dare stop. Your nose hits his bush and you continue to suck as his hands wind into your hair, tugging on it. You have to hold onto his thighs as it becomes even harder to not slip on the wet floor of the shower.

You can hear his whiny moans and those mixed with the comforting sounds of the water running just make this the kind of thing you’ve only fantasized about. You can feel that he’s close. It hasn’t seemed to take much these days since you haven’t been as active in the bedroom with your schedules.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes. “That’s it. That’s-��

Rope after rope of cum leaks out into your mouth and you remove Eddie’s cock with a loud pop before standing to your feet. You grab hold of his face and make him watch you swallow before pressing your lips to his so he can’t still taste you in his mouth. His hands wind into your hair again as he kisses you deeply, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

You both let out the loudest moans as you pull him under the water and only break away so he can wash his body and clean up before the two of you get out of the shower. Once you both are done, you dry off and get into bed, not even bothering to get dressed as your now clean bodies press together as you get some very much needed sleep, knowing that you’re going to need it before the next round. It seems like this is the only way either of you are going to survive the heat wave.

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