(boyfriend!rafe x girlfriend!reader two-shot)
summary it's your first birthday as rafe's girlfriend, and he's desperate to show you just how special you are to him...
content fluff! smut! 18+ minors do not interact!
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“It’s too much, Rafe!”
The pile of presents in front of you is outrageous. Bows and bags and big, meticulously wrapped packages.
“Never too much for my girl,” he stands back, beaming as he watches you take in the display with your mouth agape.
“I don’t even know which one to open first,” you muse.
“Any of ‘em. Just not,” he steps forward and plucks one bag from the pile, “this one. This one’s for last.”
You eye him suspiciously as he sets the bag on the kitchen counter, out of reach.
“What surprises do you have planned, Cameron?”
“If I told you,” he smiles, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your torso, “then they wouldn’t be surprises. Now pick a present or we’re gonna be here all day.”
“Excuse me, I will not be rushed on my birthday,” you say defiantly.
“Not rushing you,” he drops a kiss on your shoulder, “just got a lot of shit planned for ya, I don’t want to waste any time,” he clarifies.
“There’s more?” You turn in his grasp, eyes wide.
He’d already woken you up with breakfast in bed, and an adorably off-key, groggy voiced rendition of ‘Happy Birthday.’ His bedroom was full of flowers and balloons, including two big pink ones displaying your new age. After you ate the fluffiest pancakes you’d ever had in your life, he slipped a heavy diamond necklace around your neck, kissing your shoulders as he clasped it. Giving him a million thank you kisses, you told him you loved your present, and he chuckled, leading you to the kitchen to the mountain of additional presents you’re now ogling.
“So much more. I’ve got a whole day planned for you, so let’s get to it,” he said with a quick tap on your ass, making you giggle.
“Okay, okay! I want…that one,” you point to the largest package in the back of the pile, “‘cause it’s big.”
“Huh, where have I heard that before?” He pretends to think, a smug smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.
You roll your eyes, shoving him back by his shoulder and scoffing, “you’re on another one today, I swear.”
“Just excited to celebrate you,” he grins, placing a quick kiss on your cheek before pulling the biggest present out of the pile.
You sit in one of his dining chairs, opening present after present, each one delighting you more than the last. Flashy and expensive; a new bag, two pairs of shoes that have been on your wishlist forever, jewelry until you’re dripping in diamonds and precious gems. Sweet and sentimental; a printed album of all your instagram posts since the two of you got together almost a year ago, a gold ring engraved with a handwritten message, a crystal picture frame with a shot of the two of you on his boat at sunset.
You wonder if it’s possible for your heart to actually burst from affection.
When only one present remains, you eye the counter quizzically, waiting for him to bring you the little bag he had set aside. Rafe just makes himself busy picking up the discarded ribbons and wrapping paper, a little blush on his face as he focuses on the chore.
“Rafe…” you try to get his attention.
“Yeah?” He leans down to pick up a bow that had fallen under the table, when he stands, you step in front of him, grabbing the trash from his hands and setting it to the side.
“I want my last present please,” you smile, hands cupped in front of you expectantly.
He scratches the top of his buzzed head, taking a deep breath, “why don’t we wait? I booked you a spa appointment so you should probably get ready…”
“Rafe,” you cross your arms over your chest, “why are you being all squirmy?”
“I don’t know, I just don’t know if you’ll like it, I don’t want you to think…anything.”
You had no idea what he meant by ‘think anything,’ but this whole you not liking something he took the time to pick out for you business was just nonsense.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you stood up on your tiptoes to place a soft, steady kiss on his lips.
“Well I do know. I’m gonna love it, because you got it for me, and I love you,” you ease his worry.
You had told each other you loved each other for the first time a little over a month ago, but it still feels like fireworks everytime one of you says it. Nothing in life is sweeter than the sound of his quick, reassuring “love ya” before hanging up the phone, or his whispered, emotional “I love you so much,” when he’s buried inside you late at night.
“I love you too,” he grins.
“Good,” you place one more kiss on his lips, “then I would like my last present now, please.”
“Yes ma’am,” he smirks, walking you toward the kitchen, kissing you all the way as he backs you up step by step.
By the time you reach the kitchen island, you’ve almost forgotten about the striped gift bag waiting for you there, distracted by his lips and the cute little smooches they’re making against your mouth with each step.
He reaches back for the bag without pulling away, holding it behind his back as he ducks down for one last peck before swinging it forward and presenting it to you.
“We can take it back if you don’t li-” you silence him with a finger to his lips.
“Shhh, it’s my last present of the day, let me enjoy this,” you request.
He nods solemnly, waiting until you were looking away, too distracted by the tissue paper in the bag to see the smirk growing on his lips as he thought about his actual last present for you. A rush of nerves shoot through him as he pictures the little black velvet pouch sitting in his nightstand drawer.
Obeying your request, he bites his tongue as you pull out the rest of the tissue paper. When you finally see what’s sitting in the bag, a slow, delighted smile spreads across your face. You don’t pull the gift out, just bite your lip as you blink up at him through your lashes. His cheeks are adorably pink.
He’s never bought you lingerie before. He’s seen you in plenty of it, though. Hell, he cleared a whole drawer for you like a month after you started dating, telling you to take as much space as you needed as long as he was the only one who got to see you in it. But the thought of him actually going into the store and asking the sales lady for exactly what he wanted to see you in, surely pulling out his black card and telling her the price tag was not an issue, made your belly tighten with lust.
“Ah I see,” you smirk, “it’s a present for me and for you.”
He nods with a lick of his lips, “you gonna try it on for me?”
You lead him to the chair you were sitting in to open presents, guiding him to sit and placing one more kiss on his cheek before excitedly padding to the bedroom to get changed. He watches you go with his tongue pressed into his cheek, readying himself, wondering how the fuck someone like him got lucky enough to be with someone like you.
Rafe had picked out the cutest little set for you. Matching floral bra and panties, sheer and constructed with hardly any fabric at all, a matching garter belt and thigh high sheer stockings. You gasp when you see the price tag, understanding now why the fabric feels so nice and the stitching is so intricate.
You take your time pulling it on, both to be gentle with the expensive pieces and to tease the man waiting for you in the other room. The thought of him squirming in that chair wondering what the hell was taking so long makes you giggle.
“The fuck are you laughing about in there?” He calls out impatiently from the other room. “You’re killin’ me!”
You laugh hard at that, head falling back in delight as you clip the last strap of the garter into place. You add a pair of kitten heels to tie it all together and run your fingers through your hair, one quick look in the mirror to appreciate yourself before stepping slowly from the room.
“Sorry to make you wait, baby,” you tilt your head apologetically and step towards him tauntingly.
Rafe just smiles and looks to the ceiling, shaking his head slowly in disbelief.
“What?” You ask as you approach, hands finding his and bringing them to rest on either side of your waist.
His thumbs trace circles into your skin, “just don’t know how I got so fuckin’ lucky. Must’ve done something right in a past life.”
Your skin goes hot at his words, and the way his eyes are skimming over your body like you’re the eighth wonder of the world.
“Nah, I think you just did a lot of things right in this life,” you pull his arms so he’ll rise to his feet.
Rafe lifts his arm with his hand still holding yours, spinning you with his pointer finger like a ballerina, memorizing every inch of you as you twirl for him.
“No man could possibly be good enough to deserve you, baby,” he responds, his large, rough hands running over your bare hips, guiding you to hop up and wrap your legs around his waist. “I’m just the luckiest guy in the world.”
You kiss him, too overwhelmed by the way he’s looking at you and holding you up to say anything in response. No one has ever made you feel so special, so wanted. He’d kneel down and kiss your feet if you asked him to. But that’s not what you want right now.
“Need you, Rafe,” you mumble against his lips, legs squeezing him tighter, hands splayed on the back of his head like you’re trying to permanently seal his mouth to yours, “please.”
“You don’t gotta beg, angel,” he coos, “I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Cause it’s my birthday?” You tease.
“No. I’ll give you anything you want every day of your fucking life,” he swears, “you deserve the world.”
But you don’t want the world, you just want him.
“Fuck, Rafe,” you sigh, lowering your core over his growing hardness, playfulness gone and replaced by frenzied need.
In response, he shifts to hold you up with one arm, using the other to sweep aggressively at the counter and knock all its contents to the floor chaotically. You love him wild like this, complete disregard for the dishes and various items he’s just sent flying across the kitchen, too drunk on you to even attempt making it to the bedroom.
He drops you onto the counter, not too hard to hurt, but just hard enough to make your tits bounce and a little “hmph!” to rise from your chest. You’re pulling him to you in seconds, nails clawing at his shoulders and the back of his head as his lips devour yours. He slots his hips between your knees, forcing your legs to fall open for him.
“Gonna make you feel so good, birthday girl,” he promises, chest hovering over you powerfully, lowering you slowly until you’re laying down on the counter, your legs dangling off the edge.
He kisses down the column of your throat, nipping and nibbling all the way as he hooks his fingers to slip under the straps of the garter belt, pulling until the clasps break away from the top of your stockings with a snap!
You gasp, “you’re gonna break my present!”
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he shakes his head, bent in half to lower his mouth down your body, sucking purple splotches into the sensitive skin of your stomach, claiming you with every mark.
When he’s satisfied with his artwork, he lifts himself up, piercing blue eyes consuming you with an adoration you’ve never experienced before. You writhe a little under his hungry gaze, and his eyes wander to the panties he gifted you, corners of his mouth perking in a grin. His hand snakes up your thigh and he sweeps his thumb over your covered slit without warning, making you gasp and arch off the cold counter.
“Looks like you already made a mess of your present anyway,” his eyes twinkle with mischief as he spreads your wetness through the fabric.
“Can’t help it,” you whine under the pressure, “you always make me so fucking wet.”
He’s desperate to taste you, lowering to his knees and dragging your panties down with him. Gripping your hips, he pulls you to the edge of the counter, closer to his mouth. He nips at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, the sting outweighed by the pleasure.
You arch toward him, desperate to feel his mouth on you, but his fingers find you first. He spreads you, groaning a strained ‘fuckkkk’ at the sight. He gathers your slick onto his fingers so slowly, so deliberately, it’s driving you insane.
Finally, finally, he lowers his mouth and licks, ever so gently, up your center. You’re on fire, the cold marble counter below you doing little to cool your spiked body temperature.
Between deliberate licks he whispers praises, his tongue and voice taking turns worshiping you.
“Do you know I belong to you?” He confesses, his other hand gripping the edge of the counter so hard it almost cracks. “Do you understand that you fucking own me?”
“You talk so pretty, baby,” you moan, losing your grasp on language as he sends lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through your body, “love that mouth.”
“It’s yours,” he promises, finally lapping at your clit with a pointed tongue, “it’s all yours, everything I’ve got.”
“Just want you!” you cry out when he pulls the sensitive bud into his mouth and sucks hard.
“You have me, ‘m not going anywhere,” he says after releasing your clit with a pop. His middle finger, already soaked from you, dips into your entrance slowly. “You’re my everything, forever.”
Rafe continues to wrap you in soliloquies of praise as his other hand kneads the skin of your stomach reverently, like a potter molding his clay.
It’s these promises that make your head spin, drowning in the tapestry he weaves with his words until all you can think, all you know, is that you love him. When a second finger enters you and his mouth finds the spot he knows so well, everything in the world fades. The only thing that means anything is this man and the way he makes you feel.
His fingers twist and twirl inside you while his mouth works your clit. You’re beside yourself, feeling your release creep closer and closer with each flick of his tongue. You grab the edge of the counter top for purchase, but it’s not enough. Your hands paw at his head, wishing there was something more to ground you.
You love his buzzcut, you had an appointment in your shared calendar each month for him to dutifully sit on a stool in the bathroom while you redid it with the electric clippers, but in this moment you wish for the first time that he’d grow it out. You tuck the thought away for later.
He loves the way you’re clawing at his scalp, and clenching around his fingers, knowing you’re close like he knows everything about you. He grabs one of your hands, offering his to you so you can squeeze as hard as you need to, loving the pain as he pushes you to the edge.
You cry out his name when you come, nearly breaking the bones in his fingers. He doesn’t stop until the very last wave of ecstasy rolls through you, his body hovering over yours as he soothes you through the cool down.
“You have no idea what you mean to me,” he whispers into your collarbone, following the vulnerable words with a shaky kiss.
“I think I have some idea,” your palm glides over his scalp, where you were just leaving scratches, inspecting to make sure you hadn’t done too much damage. “Because of how much you mean to me.”
He just shakes his head, his buzzed hair tickling your chin.
You both rise from the counter, Rafe straightening your lingerie set and taking in his gift to you one more time. He stands between your legs, fists on the counter as he leans forward on flexed arms.
“How am I supposed to top this?” You wonder aloud, hands smoothing over his shoulders and your head tilting in that adorable way he’s obsessed with.
“What do you mean?” He puzzles.
“When your birthday comes around,” you explain, “you’ve set the bar so high.”
Rafe smiles, but it doesn’t meet his eyes. His gaze wanders from you as he pulls back slightly.
“You don’t have to do anything,” he shakes his head.
“Are you joking? And miss the chance to celebrate you?”
“We- I don’t really do birthdays,” he says, and before you can pry any further he adds, “plus yours isn’t even close to over yet.”
Rafe lifts you effortlessly from the counter, making you yelp in surprise. You rest your head on his shoulder as he carries you to the bedroom, thinking obsessively about the way he accidentally said ‘we.’
Your heart breaks picturing younger Rafe, no birthday candles to blow out on his big day, no crowd of friends and family singing to him, no one to make him understand how special and worth celebrating he is.
No, that just wouldn’t do. You start planning the second he falls asleep that night, determined to make his next birthday the best he’s ever had.
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Rafe Cameron x Reader
Summary: Who knew that asking your boyfriend's best friend for help with your sex life would make your boyfriend very angry...
warnings: DUB-CON, slightly toxic relationship, Rafe is mean but what else is new, dumb!reader, bimbo!reader, kook!reader
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Rafe’s groans were loud above you—as they always were—and while his satisfaction made you feel good about yourself and your efforts, the tight grip he had on your hair reminded you of your shame. Truthfully, you didn’t think you had done anything shameful—you were only trying to do something nice for your boyfriend—but as Rafe had stared you down with that deep frown on his face and the slight curl of his upper lip…
You realized very quickly that you had done something very wrong.
Rafe slightly lifted his hips off of his bed, forcing the length of his cock further past your lips. All of the saliva on his length made the intrusion smooth and easy, but it also made you feel a tad gross, but you recalled what Topper had said.
“Blowjobs are…dirty work,” he’d said while rubbing the back of his head. “The messier it is, the better.”
He’d shrugged at you, and despite the way those words made you frown, you believed him. Not only was he a guy, but he was Rafe’s best friend, and so he had to know what he liked. That was what drove you to seek out Topper for help to begin with. That and the fact that Sarah had given you a firm no when you’d initially gone to her. Something about feeling weird giving you sex advice all the while knowing it was going to be used on her brother.
“It never hurts to…spit on it,” the younger blond had advised.
Sex was already wet and sweaty and involved swapping bodily fluids, but something about spit just never…settled with you. With that being said, you took his advice and did just that, pulling your lips off of Rafe’s cock for only a moment to spit on the tip. When Rafe cursed from above you, you knew that you did something right, but it seemed that it clicked for him on how you knew to do that, and he was shoving himself back into your mouth again.
“Did Topper teach you that? Huh?” he sneered from above you, lifting his hips over and over again to drive himself between your swollen lips.
It brought tears to your eyes, not because it hurt, but because it became clear early on that this was just as much a gift for Rafe as it was a punishment for you. The sound of your mouth swallowing him repeatedly was loud in the otherwise quiet room, only accompanied by the blond’s uneven breathing. Your nose almost touched Rafe’s stomach, and you made a noise deep in your throat.
Your boyfriend heard it.
“I should make you gag on it, you know that?” he breathed. “I should break that pretty little jaw.”
His hand guided your head over him, rhythmically bobbing your head over his lap, and when you stole a peek, your tearful gaze met Rafe’s even one. As your eyes met, you felt…torn. Rafe looked so pretty with his cock in your mouth. Those blue eyes the most expressive you’ve ever seen them, his pink lips parted, and his dirty blonde hair with a mind of its own. You really, really liked him seeing like this, but…
Those blue eyes weren’t just dripping with desire for his sweet girlfriend. Rafe was also angry—pissed—and although you struggled to grasp why at first, you were slowly beginning to understand. Rafe had a habit of losing his cool if some guy even so much as looked at you the wrong way, but even still, Topper was his best friend and you were his girlfriend. You were two people he trusted the most, and that was why you’d had no hesitation in being honest with him.
“...and what were you doing at Topper’s?” was what he’d asked you less than thirty minutes ago.
When he’d asked you about your day, it had sort of slipped out without you even realizing it, and your lips had parted at the realization you’d ruined the surprise. A frown had formed between your brows, and you’d struggled to come up with a lie, pulling your lip between your teeth.
“He was helping me with something.”
It wasn’t a lie, but it was too vague of an answer for Rafe’s liking, and your boyfriend had stepped closer, his face pinched as he looked between your eyes.
“What was Topper helping you with that I couldn’t help you with?”
Your lips had opened and closed, struggling with what to say to him.
“It’s a surprise,” you’d said to him in a small voice.
You’d given him a small smile, but Rafe hadn’t returned it, and that was the first inkling you felt that something was wrong. Rafe’s house was empty—his entire family out—and he’d moved closer to you, tilting his head.
“...and have you ever known me to like surprises?”
You’d thought about it for a few moments before eventually shaking your head, shoulders sagging a bit.
“No…but you will like this one,” you’d answered, perking up with a smile and gently tugging on his shirt.
Again, Rafe hadn’t returned it, and you’d started to think that he wouldn’t like your surprise, after all, but he was a guy, and Sarah said that all guys loved getting their dicks sucked. Besides, it was among the many things you’d come across on Rafe’s laptop one day, links and videos full of people—women—doing things that you’d never done with him, things he’d never even brought up with you.
While it wasn’t like you thought he’d leave you over whatever you didn’t do for him, it still left a bad taste in your mouth. Sure, Rafe told you all the time that he loved what he loved about you and that he’d kill for you—something that made you a tad uncomfortable actually—but there was something about knowing Rafe desired much more than you were actively giving to him.
Did he not think you’d want to? Or that maybe you weren’t capable?
“Well, where is this surprise that you had to go to my best friend for?” he wondered, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Here?” you’d wondered, to which he nodded. “Now?”
Again, Rafe nodded, face stony, and you gave him a soft okay.
It was clear that he hadn’t been expecting you to kiss him, gently pressing your lips to his before parting them. As you coaxed his tongue out of his mouth, you reached for his folded arms, slowly pulling them apart before letting your hands drift to the waistband of his pants. At that, Rafe stopped you, and you pulled back slightly with a frown.
You were in the kitchen, but it wouldn’t be the first time you and Rafe did stuff in some place other than a bedroom, so you didn’t think that was why he stopped you. You found out that you were right.
When your eyes met Rafe’s, he was frowning at you with a different kind of frown now, and he slowly looked between your eyes as he studied your face. Excitement buzzed through your body as he just looked at you, but when his hands tightened on your wrists, your brow twitched, and you blinked.
“I don’t care about the surprise anymore—fuck the surprise, actually. What exactly did you and Topper do this afternoon?”
His tone and his voice had you shrinking in on yourself, and this was the moment that you realized Rafe was mad. Your lips parted as he stared down his nose at you, and when his hold grew tighter, you winced.
“I… I wanted to learn how to give you a good blowjob.”
It was the first time you were sure you’d ever seen Rafe just…freeze. The kitchen grew completely silent, and the air between you felt oddly off. Your boyfriend just stared at you for what felt like a long time, and for a moment, you started to wonder if he’d even heard you. Like you, he started to open and close his mouth a few times before eventually deciding on just snapping it shut. You watched Rafe’s jaw clench, and when he swiped his tongue between his lips, his chest was brushing yours.
“Topper…taught you…how to give a good blowjob.”
He said the words slowly, and you nodded in confirmation of the statement.
“I know that’s what you like, and-.”
“So, you gave Topper a blowjob?”
“No!”
The word came out so loud that it startled you, but Rafe’s question had startled you even more. Your eyes were wide as you looked at him, and as his own words hung in the air, you realized the cause for his sour mood. The thought actually made you chuckle, because Topper had been terrified of the same thing when you first went to him.
“We didn’t do anything that you and I would do,” you sweetly told him. “He just told me and showed me what to do.”
It was practically the same words you’d said to Topper when he also misunderstood you, but oddly enough, it hadn’t seemed to calm him down. He’d still been jittery and nervous, forcing you to basically beg him for his help. Even weirder, the clarification didn’t seem to calm Rafe down either, and you watched him press his tongue to the inside of his cheek.
His gaze briefly landed on the ceiling as he nodded.
“He just…told you and showed you what to do,” Rafe repeated, and you’d been dating him long enough to notice certain patterns with his tone.
You felt yourself shrinking a bit—deflating—and tears had kissed your eyes.
“I feel like you’re mad.”
Rafe had let out a laugh, but you struggled to find the humor in the situation. When your boyfriend looked at you again, he was stepping towards you, forcing you back. He was shaking his head at you—in that way that didn’t make you feel good—and you were suddenly reminded of the times when he wasn’t so nice to you and even made you cry.
“I know…I know that it takes you a little bit longer than everyone else to catch up sometimes,” he whispered, letting your hand go to gently take your chin between his fingers. “I know that.”
You struggled to piece together what he meant by that, and when you finally did, he was already insulting you again.
“...but you went to another man to help you learn how to go down, and you’re wondering if I’m mad?”
Rafe just stared at you, brows raised, and you slowly realized that he was expecting you to say something. With the knowledge that he initially thought you cheated on him, you were starting to see how Rafe might not see this from your eyes. Both Sarah and Rafe had repeatedly told you that everyone didn’t think like you did, but you hadn’t cheated on Rafe, so you were really struggling to understand his anger, right now.
You’d done it for him.
“I just wanted to make you happy,” you’d whispered.
At those words, you watched as Rafe’s eyes glazed over, and he stared you down with a look you couldn’t place. You watched the corner of his lips curve upwards ever so slightly, and when he let you go, the blood rushed through your arm again. Your boyfriend took a step back before raising his arm in a gesture towards the stairs.
“Well, let’s go…”
You’d straightened at the shift in his demeanor.
“Show me what he taught you, and make me happy.”
That was how you found yourself on your knees with Rafe’s cock in your mouth, and his hand on your head. He was rough, but you’d expected it because Rafe often was. However, you also accepted that there was an added layer to that because he was pissed off. You’d genuinely gone to Topper for help and to do something for your boyfriend in return for all he’d done for you.
Yes, Rafe could be mean sometimes, but he always told you he was sorry and made up for it by putting a gift in your hand. He wasn’t perfect, no, but neither were you. You knew how imperfect you were, how frustrating you could be—something your parents had never failed to be honest with you about—and so you didn’t expect from him what even you yourself didn’t live up to.
Besides, Rafe was always looking out for you—at parties, at the mall, and even in your own home when you had another near miss. He was always buying you any dress you wanted, and he was more sweet than he was mean. At least, you thought so. He often ran you baths and detangled your hair and helped you pick out what blush or lipgloss to put on. He enjoyed dressing you up, and you enjoyed letting him.
Your life just seemed to flow so much easier and smoother since you started dating Rafe.
…and you’d always known you weren’t the brightest person in the room, so whenever Rafe expressed his frustration with that, you tried not to let it get to you. This time was different though. This time you’d gone out of your way to try and do something nice for him, to try and be a better girlfriend to make him happy…and he wasn’t happy.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Rafe snapped when you pulled away, letting him fall out of your mouth.
He sat up and looked down at you as you knelt on the floor, arms crossed over your chest. With one look into your eyes, your boyfriend huffed, and you bit your lip in an attempt to keep it from trembling.
“You’re being mean,” you tearfully told him.
“No shit,” he bit out, reaching for you, but you reared back.
“I just wanted to do something nice for you!”
“By going to my best friend and asking him to teach you how to suck my dick, are you crazy?”
“How else was I supposed to surprise you, Rafe? Was I supposed to take notes from all of those videos on your computer?”
A silence descended over you, and you avoided his gaze. You could feel him staring at you, and you continued to look at the wall behind him.
“Is that what this is about?” he eventually sighed.
“You like it, otherwise you wouldn’t watch it. Any of it…”
A blowjob seemed the easiest barrier to cross, but you had worried yourself a bit on how you’d ever hype yourself up into doing any of that other stuff. You’d told yourself one step at a time, but who knew that what you thought would be the easiest would cause all of this. You angrily wiped away a stray tear.
“Come here…come here,” Rafe repeated himself when you didn’t budge, reaching for you and pulling you between his knees again.
He took your face into his hands and forced you to look at him. Rafe didn’t look as angry, now, eyes softer, and he brushed his thumb along your mouth.
“If I wanted to do everything I watched then we’d be in trouble.”
He chuckled to himself, but you didn’t laugh.
“Then why watch it?” you whispered, and your boyfriend rolled his eyes.
“It’s like putting on a football game.”
“Rafe, I saw some woman getting fucked by three men at once. No way you’re comparing that to football…”
“I’m just saying…” he started, leaning in and kissing you. “It’s not a big deal and especially not enough to where you need to go running to Topper for help on our sex life.”
His hand found it’s way to your throat.
“You want to know how to make me happy then you come to me,” he lowly said against your lips. “That’ll make me happier than any surprise, you understand?”
You nodded at that, and his hand moved to your hair again as he leaned back.
“Now spit on it, baby, just like you did before.”
You did, and soon after, Rafe was in your mouth again.
His hips wouldn’t stay still as you sucked in your cheeks around him, a sound leaving your boyfriend that you were sure you’d never even heard before. The groans that left him were animalistic, and you were shocked by how much it turned you on. You didn’t think that focusing on pleasuring Rafe would be so exciting, but it filled you with something that made you feel proud.
“Use your hand,” you heard him breathe.
You recalled Topper mentioning that, and you brought your hand up to wrap around what your lips couldn’t. Rafe lifted his hips again, one hand on your hair and the other on your wrist. When he softly told you to bring up your other hand, you didn’t quite understand why until he took it and placed it under his shaft. You played with him there, and Rafe’s satisfied moan reached your ears.
You bobbed your head over him for a while, taking in the taste of him and every sound he made. He sucked air through his teeth when you flattened your tongue against his cock, dragging it along him as you continued to suck him. All the while, you progressively grew wetter and wetter, enough to almost make you feel embarrassed. When Rafe started to sit up—albeit with difficulty—confusion filled you. It only grew when he pulled you off of him, completely standing now.
He looked down at you and you looked up at him as he rested his hands on the sides of your head.
“Open your mouth for me,” he purred. “Keep it open just like that.”
On instinct, you reached out to grip the back of his thighs as he began to thrust himself into your mouth. Something about it turned you on even more, and you didn’t know why. Maybe it was the look in his eyes? You could certainly see them better from this angle, and the blue of them looked so much darker to you as Rafe watched his cock disappear into your mouth.
Maybe it was the way you could see his chest heaving, quickly rising and falling as he struggled to breathe from how you were making him feel. His button down was open, and your eyes took in the slight glisten on his chest from the sweat. Your eyes traced his skin in the low light and then eventually his hair and how it hung along his forehead, kissing the skin there.
Or maybe…just maybe…you liked the feeling of Rafe using you.
You were completely still as he fucked your mouth, keeping your lips parted and your tongue flat for him. You liked being on your knees and letting Rafe use you as a means to an end, letting him use you to chase his high that would no doubt end in him spilling himself down your throat. You could tell that Rafe liked it too, your boyfriend not taking his eyes off of you once.
The choked gasps and groans from his mouth got louder and louder, and even if he wasn’t holding your head in place, you were sure you would’ve still remained there to let him come in your mouth, ropes of warmth hitting the back of your throat and tongue as he continued to fuck your mouth through his orgasm.
Rafe stroked your cheeks as he came, his breathing slowly becoming even again, and when he moved your head, you slid your lips along his cock one last time, tongue sliding against his length and swallowing anything left behind.
“Good girl,” you heard him murmur from above you.
When Rafe bent down to kiss you, you lifted yourself a bit to help him, smiling against his lips. His hand twisted into the hair at the nape of your neck, and you moaned into the kiss.
“You were just trying to be a good girlfriend, huh,” he whispered into your mouth.
You frantically nodded at that, happy that he wasn’t mad at you anymore.
“I guess I can’t fault you for that,” he hummed. “...but I’m still going to have to kick Topper’s ass.”
i feel like rafe would 100% do lines of coke on are boobies and thighs
oh i definitely agree. off your tits, your stomach too. but what really gets me is the inner thighs. like imagine he has you spread out on his bed, his bathroom counter, kitchen table, etc., and he does a line, getting closer and closer to your pussy, and once he's done he dives into you like a starved man. not an inch of you goes un-devoured, and you're also left with heaps of love bites on the inner parts of your thighs for only him to see and relish in.
concepts
♡ it’s that time of year again, and kook!sweetheart!reader is here and ready to kiss for charity in her annual kissing booth! however, rafe is first in line.. and a peck on the cheek is not the only thing he’s interested in
warnings: s1!rafe, flirty banter, dirty talk, heavy petting, fingering, overstimulation, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), hair pulling, multiple orgasms
a/n: now presenting… ‘KISSING BOOTH’ 🤍 i was so obsessed with this idea, i had came up with it last year but decided i should wait for valentine’s day to write it, so to say it’s been a long time coming is an understatement! i’m so excited for this valentine’s day celebration, i hope you all will love it <3
link: VALENTINE’S DAY CELEBRATION ໒꒰ྀི。- ˕ -。꒱ྀི১
wc: 1.5k
“wow, it looks like cupid threw up in here.” you smiled at the familiar voice, your best friend rolling her eyes when she saw the way your cheeks heated at rafe’s teasing words. while she thought rafe was annoying and insufferable, you absolutely adored him, always laughing at his lame jokes and letting him hold you close at parties as if to let everyone know that you were off limits. “you don’t like the way i decorated the booth?” you pouted up at him as he leaned over the front counter, a smug grin gracing his features. “yeah, it’s cute..” he trailed off, “but are you really gonna kiss some random assholes for a fuckin’ dollar?”
you sighed, pointing towards the tip jar. “it’s for charity, rafe.. and i’m not really ‘kissing’ anyone, i’m barely grazing their cheek!” rafe scoffed before studying you for a moment. you were such a pretty thing, the idea of some losers waiting in line to get something as little as a peck from you made his blood boil. “how much money do you have to make today?” he was fishing in his pocket for his wallet before you even answered. “i would like to make at least three hundred dollars.” you watched him curiously as he managed to get some crisp bills out of the expensive leather.
“i’ll do you one better, and give you five hundred dollars to ditch this joint right now.” you blinked, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. “are you serious?” he dropped the money in the jar that you decorated with pink heart-shaped stickers and red rhinestones. “yeah, but i don’t just want a kiss..” he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “i’d rather see those pretty, sparkly lips wrapped around my cock instead, yeah?” you felt butterflies flutter in your tummy, your needy gaze meeting his own. “come on, baby.” he took your hand in his, his thumb rubbing into your skin.
swallowing thickly, you glanced over at your bestie. “i can’t leave her to do this all by herself..” just as you were going to apologize and tell him maybe another time, she took the money out of the jar and placed it into an envelope. “i’m gonna go turn this money in to the charity organizers and close up shop, ‘looks like the boys of kildare will have to be kissed by someone else today.” you giggled, motioning for rafe to come inside once your friend left. he wasted no time, locking the wooden door shut as you closed the window, moving the silky red curtain over the glass.
rafe’s hands were palming the soft flesh of your ass in an instant, his large hands shamelessly flipping up your skirt to get a better grip on your skin. despite the small amount of pain he drew from squeezing you so hard, you still moaned blissfully when he took you in a sloppy kiss, his tongue wetting your bottom lip in the process. “you’re so sweet, y’know that? letting me have my way with you like this.” without warning, rafe took ahold of your thighs before hiking you up onto the counter. “i’ve been wanting to know how you taste for so long..” he groaned, both of you moaning as he rubbed you through your panties.
moving your hands to run down his chest, you and rafe shared a look before he slowly peeled back the pink lace. “all i gotta do is chat you up, and you’re already soaked like this?” he laughed incredulously, “fuck, you’re just dying for it.” you couldn’t help but whimper when he gathered the pool of slick between your folds, circling your clit slow and hard before popping his digits into his mouth. “rafe!” you’re shocked but so turned on at the same time, the look of pure disbelief on your face making him smile in amusement. “as much as i’d love to eat this sweet pussy, i need to feel you wrapped around me even more.”
fingertips hooking in the waistband of your panties, rafe slid the material down your legs before placing them in his pocket. “i’m keeping these for later, ‘that alright?” you nodded frantically, spreading your thighs open for him before he stroked your glossy slit. “m’gonna stretch you out just right..” you gasped, your eyebrows knitting together as he slowly inserted his middle finger. “shit, you’re so tight.” he smiled down at you, watching as you struggled to keep your eyes open. “if you think this is a stretch, just wait til’ i have my cock inside of you.”
rafe was knuckle deep at this point, your pretty moans giving him all the encouragement he needed to insert another finger. “oh, god!” your heel clad feet began shaking when his palm met your swollen clit, the pressure making you keen. rafe fisted your ponytail, pulling your head down so you could watch him curl his digits in order to hit that soft, gummy spot inside of you. your top was out of place, your tits threatening to spill out of your bra as rafe used his free hand to keep your chin pointed down. the closer you got to your orgasm, the more you tried to pull away from him, the intensity of your climax already coiling tight in your tummy.
rafe let go of your hair and pinned you down by your hip as he pushed you over the edge, the band in your stomach finally snapping as you came undone. you cried out, your nails raking down his forearm as he hissed at the stinging sensation. “you’re doing so fucking good, holy shit!” he cursed, the sound of your slick juices making your cheeks heat. you shook and writhed beneath him, your heart beating in your ears as you felt the pure unadulterated pleasure wrack through your system. surely, it couldn’t get better than this.. right?
wrong.
rafe wasn’t lying when he said the stretch from his fingers was nothing compared to the stretch of his cock, the tip of his length now kissing your poor cervix with each thrust. “t-too much! rafe, slow down!” he ignored your pleas, instead taking your arms and pinning them to your back so you couldn’t push against his abs anymore. you swore if it wasn’t for him holding your leg up, you would’ve fallen to the ground already. “ah, nah you got it, pretty girl.” he leaned down, pressing kisses to your shoulder. “this is all you, sweetheart, you’re sucking me in like a fucking vice.” he panted.
rafe was close, but he meant what he said earlier— he needed to see you on your knees for him, he needed to see those swollen lips wrapped around his cock just like how he’s imagined for so long. just when rafe felt like he was going to fill up your cunt, he pulled out, quickly pushing you to the floor so he could use your throat instead. you’ve given him complete control, and the power to throw you around as he got you on your knees, kicking your thighs apart so he could see the mess you made between your legs. rafe nearly came when he saw you open your mouth so willingly for him, almost like it was your instinct to take him whole.
taking the hem of his shirt between his teeth, rafe kept the cotton material out of the way as he slid between your lips with ease. you were so warm and so wet, and just so, so, so pretty with your mouth full, he took a breath before tugging at the roots of your hair. “make me fuckin’ cum,” your eyes widened slightly when he whimpered, the sound making you take him even further until your nose was nudging at his base, “oh, what the fuck, what the fuck—” he was done for as soon as you swallowed around him, your eyes watering with tears as you felt the warm ropes of his seed paint your throat.
rafe kept your head in place, his jaw slack as he emptied himself inside of you. it wasn’t until you tapped on his leg that he pulled you off, a strangled gasp leaving your lips as you finally sucked in a breath. he felt dazed, just the same way you did. “damn, sweetheart, should i bribe you more often?” you laughed, accepting the hand he held out for you. standing up on shaky legs, rafe got his shorts on, helping you readjust your clothing shortly after. “you don’t have to bribe me..” despite just doing the most filthiest things you’ve ever done, you still couldn’t help but feel shy underneath the intensity of his stare.
rafe kissed you, taking your hand in his before placing another kiss to your knuckles. “come on,” he poked his head out of the booth to make sure no one was around, “let’s get you back to my place, i need to get my head between those thighs like asap.”
Warnings: None
A= Attractive: What does Hawk find attractive about you?
Your eyes, the first time you guys met your eyes are definitely one of the things that brings him closer to you, and your personality.
B= Baby: What nicknames does he use for you?
Always princess, sometimes baby, and Y/n/n but mostly princess.
C= Cuddles: What cuddle position does he like most?
He loves to be the big spoon, it makes him feel like he’s protecting you. Plus he just likes feeling like the man in the relationship.
D= Day: What do you both do during the day?
Mostly sparing at the dojo, or eating victory nachos together and enjoying each others presents.
E= Equal: Are you both fair in the relationship?
Sometimes, Hawk likes to be more dominant in the relationship but he’s never unfair to the point a fight could break out.
F= Fighting: Do you guys fight?
Surprisingly, you guys don’t fight like at all. There’s still apart of Eli inside of him, and he would never risk losing you.
G= Gratitude: How great full is Hawk?
Sometimes Hawk can take things for granted but you always manage to make him see the pros and cons in situations.
H= Honest: Does Hawk keep secrets from you?
Nope, not at all. His motto is happy girl, happy life and he isn’t to good at keeping secrets as well as you’d think anyways.
I= Intimacy: How intimate is Hawk?
He is so intimate and not just in public, he always makes sure to make you feel happy and pleased.
J= Jealousy: How jealous can Hawk get?
Hawk can get very jealous, he can sometimes get overprotected but not toxic overprotective.
K= Kissing: Is Hawk a good kisser? What are they like?
He is a great kisser, he’s supper passionate with the kisses. Hawk always makes the kiss super pleasurable for you both.
L= Love: How in love is Hawk?
Hawk is really in love, he dedicates his heart in yours and protects it with his life.
M= Marriage: Does Hawk want to get married?
Yes, eventually hawk would like for you two to get married. It’s part of his dreams in the future.
N= Nice: How nice is Hawk in the relationship?
Hawk is super nice, he always plays fair and does anything you want him to do... this boy is love struck.
O= On cloud nine: What is Hawk like when in love?
He is very clingy and touch starved, he always wants to be close to you. Hawk is gentle and very caring.
P= PDA: How is Hawk with PDA?
PDA with hawk is as you would think, always touching, kisses in the middle of the hallway, waist holding, hand holding, you name it.
Q= Quirk: Random ability Hawk has that helps the relationship?
His ability to always keep that same passion and love in the relationship always switching things up and keeping it exciting.
R= Romance: How romantic is Hawk?
He doesn’t really know much since technically you’re his first everything, but he gets a few tips off line and does pretty good.
S= Style: What's the style in the relationship?
Clothes wise Hawk is comfortable, but slightly edgy with a tad bit of spice at times.
T= Thrill: Does Hawk like to take risks?
Yes Hawk loves taking risks and trying new things that you’re both comfortable with of course.
U= Understanding: How understanding is Hawk?
He’s not a pro, but with time he gets more understanding and allows himself to trust more with you.
V= Value: How important is the relationship to Hawk?
It’s very important to him, he doesn’t take it for granted that’s one thing he doesn’t take for granted.
W= Wild Card: What does he love most about you?
Like I said your eyes, he loves the emotion and love they hold for him.
X= Xoxo: How affectionate is Hawk behind closed doors?
He is super affectionate and cuddly towards you even more behind closed doors.
Y= Yearning: How well does Hawk cope with you being sad?
Not well, he sees you cry and he starts crying surprisingly.
Z= Zeal: Is Hawk willing to go to extreme lengths for the relationship?
Yes, he is willing to jump off of anything just to save the relationship.
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This was requested!!!
Warnings: May be sad to some! This is also THE special I’ve been working on and now it’s completed! It is over 5,000 words long but will be separated into 2 parts for being to long!
You wait for your lovely boyfriend Miguel to walk out of his history class as you stand out of the way of the other people walking out the room.
Soon Miguel walks out, sulking with his head down. You stop him "hey baby" You say sweetly as you grab his hand and tug him back a little to which he does.
He doesn't have a smile on his beautiful lips and he looks tired which alarms you as you know he's in distress. But none the less Miguel speaks "hey..." he says almost forcing a happy tone.
You place your hand on the back of his neck and pull him in for a small but genuine kiss which he returns. "I'll catch up with you" Demetri says pointing down the hall.
Miguel turns around "yeah, yeah" he reply's with a little wave before he slowly turns back to you.
"What's wrong?" You ask obviously worried, as you hold onto his hand tighter.
"Uh, nothing I was just a little distracted while taking the practice... test-" Miguel starts as his frown only grows.
"Why?" You ask genuinely.
He thinks for a second, not meeting your eyes as he shakes his head "the tournament, I don't have a lot of time to prepare so" He says obviously lying, but you hold off on it for now.
"Well, you're going to do amazing" You reply with a smile.
He nods his head as a long pause came between you both as he puts his head down before looking back at you "so uh what'd you do last night?" Miguel questions.
"Oh, a family dinner" You reply with a eye catching smile.
"I'd like to meet them some time..." Miguel says shaking his head as he continues to frown.
You almost say yes as fast as you can, but soon you remember about what your dad said about Cobra Kai's but you could care less; Miguel is an amazing boy and if he doesn't like him he will have to go through you first.
Your eyes sparkle as you set yourself on a decision "I'd love that!" You say excitedly, catching Miguel off guard.
His whole demeanor changed into a happy one, as you continue to rant "oh babe and don't be alarmed if you see a boy there, his name is Robby and he learns karate with my dad and also works for him" You reply honestly.
Miguel's smile widens, as you told him the truth it made his heart beat ten times the normal rate. "Oh! And I'd love to meet your mom" You say excitedly.
Miguel feels his heart swell over how excited you are "you have nothing to worry about there, she'll love you just as much as I love you" He reply's as he sees hearts flowing around his vision.
"Oh and of course my Yaya, I think she'll definitely fall in love with you" He says, feeling more excited.
"I can't wait to meet them, and I love you too Migi" You say letting go of his hand and wrapping your arms around his neck, placing a gentle kiss to his lips.
"Does tonight sound good?" You question as you both pull away.
"Tonight sounds perfect..." He agrees, feeling as though he was the luckiest boy on this earth.
"Perfect!" You say excitedly as you grab Miguel's hand and lead him down the hallway, seeing as it was the end of the day meaning school is officially over for today.
"Okay so, what should I wear?" Miguel asks nervously.
"Come as your handsome self" You reply, with a smile as you peck his cheek.
Miguel blushes at the compliment "I can't wait to meet your family" he says nudging your shoulder a little.
"I can't wait for you to meet them to!" You reply pressing your intertwined arms together against your body.
"I'm sure they'll love you" You incur-rage.
"What about your dad? You know with the whole Cobra Kai rival? With my sensei?" Miguel questions, suddenly feeling insecure.
Miguel had of course known about your dad, and everything that sensei told him but he loves you and he doesn't care that you're a LaRusso or about a family rival.
You sigh "honestly Miguel, that's between them two I'm not going to ruin something amazing for me over a teenage rival" You state honest.
Miguel smiles, showing his braces that manage to make him look even cuter "I honestly don't get it either" He shakes his head, with a chuckle.
"Well I could 100% see why Johnny would still be in this mind frame, I mean you wouldn't want someone swooping in on your girl would you?" You half joke, I mean you love your dad but sometimes he makes choices that weren't always the best.
"No I definitely wouldn't..." Miguel says stopping to admire your piercing eyes.
You blush slightly at the sneaky comment, "okay okay..." you nudge his arm playfully causing him to smile goofy.
"Tonight is going to be amazing"
TIME-SKIP
The drive back was pretty comfortable, you dropped Miguel off back at his as he got ready while you drove back home to get ready and inform your parents.
"Hey mom have you seen dad?" Sam asks as she walks into the kitchen, looking around.
Mom drys her hands from doing the dishes and walks over to Sam "no, he's out and I need to talk to you" She says placing her hand on her hip.
"Did you get into a hit and run accident a few months ago?" Mom questions furrowing her brows.
I raise my brows at this, definitely interested Sam doesn't say anything except looks down guiltily. Moms jaw drops "oh my god" She says in disbelief.
Sam snaps her head back up determination in her eyes, "it wasn't me driving mom- I swear- it-it was Yasmin" Sam starts but before she could finish her story mom interrupts shaking her head.
"I don't care who was driving, I you should have told us this- I mean do you know how much trouble you caused?" Mom asks healing her head down, giving Sam a serious look.
"Im sorry..." Sam says biting her bottom lip.
"Sorry is not going to cut it- I can't believe I'm saying this, but you're grounded" Mom reply's holding her hand out "give me your phone" she finishes.
Sam opens her mouth in shock "why?" She asks using hand gestures to show her emotions.
"Because as long as you have internet-" mom points at the stairs "sending you to your room is like sending you out to play" She says as Sam pulls out her phone lazily.
"Don't forget her lab top and smart watch" Anthony buts in with a cheeky smirk as he bites on a pickle he got out of the fridge.
Sam looks at him and mumbles under her breath as Mom holds out her other hand, for Sam to put the watch in.
Sam walks away sulking, "even I can't believe that happened" You mumbled, Sam had never really gotten in trouble. Yeah you knew her knew friends were apart of the popular group and they were kinda like the mean girls- well not really Moon, she's a sweetheart.
"Me either" Mom agrees in disbelief.
You had never really gotten in real trouble either, Your mom Amanda and Dad Daniel were a little more easy on you seeing as you were a couple months older than Sam.
You never did rub it in her face though, you always treated both Sam and Anthony equally. Sometimes more rough with Anthony seeing as he can be a pain most days.
You and Sam had a bunch of things in common, for example you were both fighters, you both loved people unconditionally, and you both did karate.
Well Sam quit eight years ago, but you never did you actually enjoyed doing it. So while everyone was asleep you would do it up in your room, you were surprised dad quit for the simple fact that he always talked about kicking the competition on commercials but quit in real life.
But this was it, you were fixing to tell Amanda about Miguel "Hey mom, i was wondering if I could have a guest over tonight?" You nervously question, biting your bottom lip.
She turns around from the sink "of course honey, who is it may I ask?" She questions.
"It's my boyfriend, Miguel" You admit, feeling your heart race just a bit.
Amanda smirks as she nods her head "ahhh okay, yes you can have him over just inform your dad when he gets back from dealing with his karate rival" She rolls her eyes playfully at the end statement, causing you to laugh; relived.
After a couple minutes goes by Sam is sitting at the kitchen table doing homework still sulking about being grounded while Anthony is rubbing it in her face about her not having internet.
Soon the doorbell rings causing Anthony to lay his iPad down before getting up excitedly "maybe that's the drone I bought from Amazon" he says as he rushes towards the door.
Amanda soon realizes what he said as she looks up from her paper work, following him behind "you bought a drone?" She questions as she follows him to the door.
Sam sighs as she keeps looking at moms purse which held her phone "dude you're just gonna torture yourself even more" You reply as you take a seat in front of her.
She rolls her eyes "I know but I was supposed to go to a party with Moon and now I can't even let her know I'm not coming" She sighs.
"I'll text her for you" You reply pulling out your phone.
"Really? That'd be great! Just let her know that I'm grounded" Sam grumbles as she says 'grounded'.
"Sure thing" You laugh as you send the quick message to Moon.
"Anyways, I'm having my boyfriend over for dinner" You say nervously, at what Sam would say.
Her eyes widen "do tell" She smiles.
"It's Miguel, I'm sure you've seen him around before" You comment.
She thinks for a minute "oh yeah, we had a class together last semester but I don't remember him to much" She exclaims.
"Hey Robby what's going on?" You hear your mom ask.
"Well, I'm going to see what's up" You nod your head towards Sam and she salutes you, a sister thing you both had.
"-you know what... never mind come on in.." Amanda says using hand gestures.
"Hey Robby" You smile as he walks in the house.
You and Robby had grew close, but it was mostly friendly on your part... his not so much but you didn't know that.
"Hey, how's it going?" Robby smirks slightly, as always.
Amanda walks back to the kitchen table as Robby follows you around "it's going..." You chuckle.
"What about you?" You questions politely.
"Same old for me" He reply's holding onto his backpack strap.
"So what shall we do while we wait on my dad?" You question walking out to the back patio with the pool.
"well.. do you know karate?" Robby smirks.
"Ohhh-" You laugh "-as a matter of fact I do smart one" You raise your eyebrow.
"Well then show me..." He teases as he sets down his backpack and pulls off his jacket.
"Alright-" You cock your head to the side as you pull off your light jacket as well.
Robby gets into stance as you follow behind "show me what you know" You nod your head up suggestively.
"Okay..." He smirks as he lands a kick to your side to which you immediately block.
He raises his eyebrows as he try's to land a punch to your face to which you block with your hand swapping it away before kicking under his foot causing him to tumble down, you following as your foot was caught with his.
You let out a laugh until you soon realized you were straddling Robby's waist which immediately shut you up as Robby looked up at you and you rested your hands on the concrete being you.
"Well this is awkward..." You spit out as you noticed the awkward tension built up.
You pull yourself off of his lap as you reach your hand down and pull him up as well "are you okay?" You question with a chuckle trying to move the awkward tension away.
Robby clears his throat "uh yeah all good" He reply's as you both get into your stances.
You place a kick to his side to which he misses on blocking and he kneels over holding his side causing you to laugh "watch yourself" You chuckle.
He stands back up straight with a small smirk as you go to strike a punch on his face to which he block, keeping his hold on your hands and pulls you closer to him, your body's colliding causing your eyes to widen as they stare into his green orbs.
Nothing is said as you both stare into each other's eyes, slowly leaning closer. Robby's eyes land on your lips and that's when you realize what you're doing.
You pull away "oh my god" You gasp, feeling guilt rush over your body at even looking someone in the eyes like that other than Miguel.
Meanwhile Robby is confused "what is something wrong? Did I do something wrong?" He questions worriedly.
You can't be mad at him, I mean he doesn't even know you have a boyfriend for god sakes. "No uh- I just it's not right- I have a boyfriend- I couldn't do that to him" You state.
Robby's head falls "oh...-I understand" He lifts his head back up nodding.
Clearly you could see his heart cracking, and it broke yours to at the sight but he needed to know the truth.
"I'm sorry- I didn't tell you sooner- or anyone for that matter-" You ramble feeling like it was somewhat your fault.
"No hey i get it- it's none of my business of who you talk to" Robby says sliding his jacket back on.
"But still I'm sorry-"
"I get it alright- I know okay" He confirms as he stops to look you dead in the eye, almost staring into your soul.
He kneels back down grabbing his backpack before walking back into the house, you grab your thin coat and walk over to the door leaning your back onto the wall listening in to the conversation.
"Oh hey Robby would you like to stay for dinner?" Amanda questions.
"No thank you Mrs. L, I wouldn't want to intrude" Robby says with a polite smile.
"Oh it's no bother at all you know we love having you over" She admits, with a smile.
"Okay I'll stay..." Robby sighs defeated, as Amanda smirks satisfied.
"Make your self at home" She says sweetly as Robby walks into the living room, and sits down awkwardly. Clearly not fully comfortable yet.
You sigh as you walk into the living room and sit down on the other couch opposite of Robby, causing his attention to go on you and suddenly you were regretting not going to your room because of the awkward tension.
"Hi" You say, as if you both hadn't almost kissed despite you having a boyfriend.
"Hey..." He reply's even though he kept his tone mono.
You sigh and throw your head against the couch pillow, fully letting your body relax. As you did this you went into deep thought, you loved Miguel with everything in you but you didn't know if you liked Robby or not.
Your mind kept wandering back to the almost kissing session you and Robby would've had if you hadn't pulled away. I mean you felt something but it didn't feel as strong as when you met eye contact with Miguel.
Maybe it was because you hadn't know Robby as long as you knew and been with Miguel.
You run your hand through your hair and down your face following around your neck as you relax into the couch deeper.
While doing this Robby couldn't help but stare, he thought you were stunning. He slowly leant back into the couch finally getting comfortable now as he gazes up at you. You couldn't even feel his gaze at how deep in thought you were.
Robby knew what he wanted and he knew he wanted you, he wanted be the one you loved, cuddled, and cried to when you were feeling sad. He scoffed internally as he thought about you having a boyfriend.
Soon your phone started ringing, you picked up your head from the comfortable couch as you had almost fell asleep, you lift up and grab your phone out of your back pocket to see who was ringing you.
Warnings: Making out, mentions of alcohol, and partying!
The blazing music toned down as everyone crossed in a circle, getting ready to play spin the bottle which would then turn into seven minutes of heaven.
The rules were you spin the bottle and whoever it lands on you go in the closet with for seven minutes, you have permission to do whatever you want while doing so.
But if you don't want to go in with that person you take two shots of vodka, which was a new rule that hawk added.
"Okay who wants to go first?" Sam who was actually already drunk slurred.
"I’ll go" Hawk smirks grabbing the empty glass beer bottle and spinning it in the middle.
Everyone watches in anticipation as the bottle starts slowing down and soon lands on.... Moon.
Hawks smile fades for a minute as his eyes sadden as he looks over at Moon, after what happened with hawk and Moon he was never the same inside, he was quite broken because he actually really cared about Moon.
Both Moon and Hawk stand up and lead each other in the closet, two minutes later you hear stuff moving around in the closet very.... shall I say vigorously.
Seven minutes later Sam knocks on the door letting them know that seven minutes were up, Hawk was first to stumble out a couple buttons missing from his flannel, heavy breathing and a small hockey forming on his neck.
Some people gasp lightly while some suppress their giggles by covering there hands over their mouths. Soon Moon walks out, messy hair and her shirt all tangled up along with her belt that was a little undone.
They sit back in the circle, still wide eyed as if they hadn’t just been making out in the closet causing you to chuckle internally at their reactions.
"Who’s next?" Mitch slurs.
"I’ll goooo" Sam yells throwing her hand up before grabbing the bottle and spinning it, only to land on Miguel.
Miguel freezes in his spot, before stuttering while Sam rushes over to him and tugs him in the closet, forcing him against the wall and pressing her lips against his before shutting the door with her foot.
Everybody chants and claps for both Miguel and Sam, Seven minutes later Moon knocks on the door and lets them out. Sam stumbles out breathlessly before taking a seat back in the circle and leaving Miguel stunned as he walks out of the closet dazed.
Taking a leap of confidence you go next, grabbing the glass bottle and spinning it. It feels like it’s an eternity and it must have felt like that to others seeing as they started groaning because it wasn’t going fast enough.
Soon the bottle slows down and lands on the one and only.... Robby Keene. Robby was kind of like one of your best friends and also someone you had a crush on too.
Robby offers you a small smile before grabbing your hand gently and leading you into the closet, closing the door behind you blocking all the yells and chants coming from now behind it.
You stand in silence for a couple seconds not knowing what to do, I mean you had the opportunity right in your hands but you didn’t know what to do nor how to act.
"Y/n... I want to confess something to you" Robby says taking your hands in his, guiding you a little bit closer.
"Yes?" You slightly yelp at the closer contact.
"It’s not easy to admit this because there might be a chance you don’t return either but, I have feelings for you" He admits, slowly lowering his voice at the end.
"I- Robby I-..." You couldn’t even get out your sentence before Robby pulls his hands away and covers up his face.
"Oh god what have I done- I knew that was a stupid idea" He shakes his head.
"Robby..." You pulls his hands away from his face and step closer to him "-I have feelings for you to" You say feeling your cheeks redden at finally admitting it.
"Really?" Robby makes sure as his shoulders relax from being tense.
You nod your head reassuring him, slowly it was like your faces were being pushed together because you soon found his lips placed on yours as you pull each other closer into your embrace.
Your arms rest on Robby’s neck as his rest just above your hips, not wanting to go any further in case you got uncomfortable as you pressed his back up against the back wall, nocking over a couple jackets before running your hands through his brown locks.
Your lips move together in a fast rhythm as you tilt your heads the opposite ways, Robby runs his tongue over your bottom lip asking for permission as you slowly open your mouth allowing him to explore your mouth, you doing the same.
Your breathing got heavier along with Robby’s as you started grinding on one another, you disconnect the kiss to pepper small kisses along his neck.
You run kisses back up his neck until you get to his jaw and start connecting your lips with his once again as one of Robby’s hands roam up to your hair tugging your head back gently so your lips were disconnected as he placed kisses down your neck and to your collar-bone.
Soon a knock was heard behind the door as you both pulled away to check yourselves before allowing the person behind the door to open it.
You squint your eyes as the blaring disco lights in the room come into view, everyone starts chanting as you both walk out of the closet noticing your messy hair and flustered state.
Sam runs over to you and grabs your hand pulling you over to where she was sitting "oh my gosh girl you did not!~" She slurs excitedly, as she knew all about your crush.
You blush slightly as a frown comes onto your face “it was only for seven minutes though" You internally chuckle at your reaction.
Her eyes widen "Seven minutes! You guys were in there for 15 minutes!"
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This was requested!!!!
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drinking
Your day wasn't going to well, first your car broke down- turns out you got a nail stuck in your tire- which left you late for school, so you had to call someone to help you and luckily your boyfriend Robby knew just the person which happened to be Daniel since he knew about cars.
Then if not to make matters worse some random person ran into you at lunch causing all of the contents to be spilled onto you. Though he apologized immensely it did not help the fact that half the school was laughing at you, plus it was your favorite shirt that got ruined.
Oh you think we're done? Nope not here- then your teacher informed you that you failed your quiz with a 67%. Great isn't it? So you had to retake the quiz and pass or get held back for the school year since summer was only one week away.
Which led to you having to study the whole weekend- well almost. Moon had another one of her party's except this time it was a week summer party which indicated that summer was only a week around the corner.
So you only got about 3-4 hours to study, eh not bad but not good either especially if you wanted to pass the grade and not look like a fool in front of yourself and everyone.
You slipped on your favorite glittery colored dress along with your heels and a light matched jacket to go over the dress. You were picking up Robby from his apartment since it was close to night and he didn't have a car yet.
The drive didn't take to long before coming in vision with Robby's complex building. Robby was already waiting by the concrete stand, scrolling on his phone.
Once he sees your car come into view he smiles and slips his phone I his back pocket before rushing up to the door and sliding in, giving you a gently peck that seems to last longer than a second.
"Hey baby" Robby greets as he closes the door and buckles his seatbelt on.
"Hi love, are you ready to go?" You question, making sure.
He nods his head, placing his hand on your knee rubbing gently with the pad of his thumb "i am. You look... beautiful as always" A slight tent of red dusts over his cheeks.
"Thank you baby, you look handsome as always" You compliment as you start heading to Moons house.
The car ride consisted of you both blasting your favorite playlists and Robby constantly complimenting you literally after every second.
A couple minutes later you arrived at Moons house, people already scattered over the back yard with drinks, blaring music, and different colored lights.
Taking the keys out of the ignition you step out of your car along with Robby, walking hand in hand to the entrance Moon spots you and runs up to you both.
"Heyyy guys I'm so glad you could make it!" She slurs before going back to her girlfriend, Piper.
"Well... that didn't last long" Robby jokes sarcastically.
You smile at his joke as you spot Sam and Miguel, you tug Robby towards their direction "hey guys" You motion as Sam pulls you into a tight hug.
"Hey Y/n, Robby" Miguel nods his head in acknowledgment, before stuffing his hands in his pockets shyly.
"Miguel" Robby tilts his head gently, as a greeting.
"Hey babe, I'll grab us some drinks okay?" Robby whispers in your ear kissing your neck slightly.
"Uh I'll come to" Miguel agrees as they leave both you and Sam to talk.
In the course of literally just 3 minutes you and Sam somehow managed to get stone cold drunk- Sam ran off to go find Moon while you started drunkly dancing until someone places their hands on your waist.
Knowing the feeling of Robby's hands which were currently not the ones on your waist you turn around to see Hawk smirking at you "oh hey Hawk- nice to see you here" You state sarcastically.
"Just watching you princess" He smirks cockily.
He drags his hands around your waist more "you know I have a boyfriend right?" You chuckle at his attempts.
"He doesn't have to know, come on I know you want me princess" He says cockily.
"Yeah no than-" but before you could get anything else out he places his lips on yours, it took a moment for you to register before you push him off of you.
"So this is what we're doing now?" Someone's voice rings through your ears, a voice you knew all to well.
Your eyes widen "I- no Robby this isn't what you think-" You try but Robby just scoffs and walks away.
"No wait-" You push Hawk off of you before running to Robby as best as you could.
"Robby stop!" You yell causing him to stop in his tracks.
"What? What do you want? The one person I trusted- the one person I gave the last little bit of trust to and you do this? So what is it please in lighten me" He says as a couple tears fill his eyes.
"Robby- I didn't want it- I pushed-" Your voice cracks slightly before he interrupts you.
"Oh save it... we're over" Robby sniffles as he walks away.
In the matter of just 3 minutes the love of your life was gone, no where to be seen. Yeah and that's when you realized your day could only get worse, it was the cherry on top.
You ended up passing out in your car, you couldn't drive anywhere since you were wasted so deciding to wait until morning was the only option you had.
The next morning you woke up by your alarm clock going off, quickly shutting it off you groan opening your eyes to the blaring sun, just then you felt your head start aching- terribly bad.
"The cherry on top" You scowl as you remember the events that took place last night.
It was around 12 so you knew Robby was at his apartment most likely, grabbing a bottle of Advil out of your glove box for emergencies you grab the bottle of water that had been sitting in your car for a couple days and swallowed it with a scowl.
Cranking up your car you drive to Robby's, the ride was faster than you wanted it to be considering the consequences.
But none the less you stepped out of the car grabbing a hoodie that you had and slipped it on because of the dress you still had on.
Walking in the building you take the elevator and wait patiently for it to open to Robby's apartment level.
Releasing a shaky sigh you step out once the elevator opens, your soon faced with Robby's door. Hesitantly you finally knock, there's some rustling behind the door before it finally opens to reveal a tired looking Robby with puffy cheeks and bags under his eyes.
His eyes immediately turn sour once he sees you "Robby please let me explain" You start but Robby starts to shut the door before you stop it with your hand.
"Please" You beg.
"Fine come in." He says harshly as he allows you to come in, shutting the door behind him.
"What do you want?" He grits his teeth.
"Robby I didn't kiss him last night, he kissed me and I pushed him away" You say frantically, not wanting to waist time.
"It looked like you were enjoying it" He sasses.
"Come on Robby you know I would never hurt you like that" You whimper, fearing this would be the last time you would be talking to him.
"I'm afraid I don't, every one else has why won't you?" He scowls, eyes full of bitterness.
"Because I love you- and you're a huge part of me, why would I want to destroy that?" You exclaim.
Robby's guard comes down as his arms uncross, "how do I know I can trust you if I don't actually know what happened?" He questions his eyes soften.
"I guess you'll just have to look into my eyes" You bite your bottom lip.
After studying your eyes and finding no sort of lies or bad intentions he pulls you into a bone crushing hug "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" He repeats over again.
You pull away from the hug to place a gently kiss against his before pulling away and resting your forehead against his.
"Oh and Y/n, I love you too..."
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This was requested!!!!
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Warnings: Mentions of sexual activity’s.
A/N: Also guys I just want to fully note that I write this smut and stuff for entertainment and fun, it really just brings me joy writing things that people request and making people happy also i have a passion for writing! Thank you!
A= Aftercare (What he's like after sex) After care is pretty much shared, Johnny is more so silent and nervous after sex. He's usually swarmed in thoughts being 'What if you didn't like it' 'was I good enough'. Usually after enter-course Johnny will nervously look at you and ask how it was or if he was good. After you reassure him it was perfect he'll cuddle up to your side after making sure you're okay.
B= Body Part (His favorite body part of yours) Johnny's really attracted to your eyes, he loves to look you in the eyes while being intimate. He sometimes gets insecure about his body, so when he looks in your eyes he feels as if it's a reassurance from you. He also really loves your lips, he loves the way they feel against his skin and lips.
C= Cum (Anything to do with cum basically) Johnny likes to cum more so in the condom than anything, he gets quite embarrassed and flustered with certain things and this is one of those main things. He doesn't want you to see that in fear of crude comments, he also doesn't want to have to clean it up in fear that it'll be disgusting to you.
D= Dirty Secret (Johnny's dirty secret) Johnny has this reacquiring image in his mind of you on your knees, but he couldn't bring himself to ask you for something like that so every time he try's to bring it up he just stutters an apology with bright red cheeks for the rest of the day. It's just super embarrassing for Johnny.
E= Experience (How experienced is Johnny) Not at all experienced, he doesn't know what he's doing so he usually follows your lead. He's never had a girlfriend before or someone who he really loved to do that with so he was a clueless bean. He trusts you enough to know that you would never hurt him in any way when helping to lead the way.
F= Favorite Position (His favorite position) Cowgirl and missionary, most of the time he doesn't know what he's doing so you take control most of the time which he likes better. He also like missionary because he can kiss you easier and stare into your eyes during the sensual moment. It's not his favorite because he's more likely to be in control and half of the time and he'll get insecure and nervous.
G= Goofy (Is he goofy during sex) He doesn't mind being goofy during sex, most of the time you're both serious but sometimes you'll laugh together at something that happened, but it's a major insecurity if you laugh or make a comment about a sound he slipped out or made.
H= Hair (Does the carpet match the drapes) Yes it does, Johnny's never been to obsessed or impressed over his area so it's mostly unkept shall you say, but once he started dating you he started keeping up with it and taming it more. It's not as thick as the hair on his head but thinner.
I= Intimacy (How romantic is Johnny during the moment) Johnny's a simp for the whole staring you in the eyes during the whole moment, he really likes watching your features and glossy eyes during the moment so he's pretty romantic but I wouldn't go as far as to say he would be the candle and roses type unless it was an anniversary or your birthday ;).
J= Jack Off (Masturbation) Johnny doesn't master-bate too often, but when he does he always thinks about you which kinda makes him embarrassed about seeing you the next day.
K= Kink (How kinky is Johnny) He's not really that kinky, I can see him as really liking to be tied up by you. Johnny actually really likes consensual masturbation, which basically means that you both touch yourselves to each other even though it embarrasses him to no end he really really enjoys it.
L= Location (Favorite places to do the do) Johnny likes to stay close to the bedroom, the farthest he's gone is the lot with you but it was pitch black dark, so no one could see you two.
M= Motivation (What gets Johnny going) He loves when you whisper things in his ear and really melts when you pepper kisses along his jaw.
N= No (A turn off, something Johnny would never do) Johnny would never ever cause you pain during sex, he hates abuse from anything and he would be very upset if you caused him any real physical pain from all his trauma from his parents. He believes making love should be nothing but pleasure for you both and super gentle.
O= Oral (His preference in giving and receiving) Johnny is very embarrassed for you to go down on him, he just doesn't really know how you would react when he would come so he really prefers giving you oral. He really enjoys it too, he loves when you tug on his hair and run your fingers through his brown locks.
P= Pace (Is he fast and rough, slow and sensual; etc) Johnny likes to be slow and sensual at the beginning for you to know how much he loves you. He doesn't want to cause you any pain what so ever, with that being said though if you ask him to go faster he will and eventually you'll be climaxing together in no time.
Q= Quickie (Johnny's opinion in quickies/fast and rushed sex) He doesn't like them all to much, he prefers the full sensual moment that super fast and rushed sex. But if you're super horny he'll do anything to please you so he's down.
R= Risk (Does he like to take risks) Not really, he likes to do certain things but the thought of getting caught by the gang or a stranger embarrasses him so much.
S= Stamina (How long can he go for, and how long does he last) He could go for 2 rounds, but mostly just one. Reason being is because making love between you two lasts for about an hour so by then you're both tired out and ready to rest.
T= Toy (Does he like to use toys) Not really, you both prefer the real thing instead of a toy that can't satisfy either of you.
U= Unfair (How much does he like to tease, does he tease) He teases a lot, but not on purpose. Sometimes he'll get so lost in a kiss he'll stop his thrusts and it's a major tease for you.
V= Volume (How loud is Johnny during the moment) Johnny is pretty loud, his whimpers are kinda high pitched and strained but mostly while he's cumming. He sometimes gets insecure about making sounds but he can't hold them back to long.
W= Wild Card (Random head-con for Johnny) Johnny makes really hot sounds during sex, his sounds can range from a moan/groan to a strained out whimper. It's one of the hottest things you've ever seen, his whimpers are very high pitched and breathless and usually occurs when you're ridding him or kissing his neck.
X= X- Ray (Lets see what's going on in them pants shall we) He's a solid 6 1/2 inches, no doubt about it.
Y= Yearning (How high is Johnny's sex drive) Not very high, but once he got with you he started seeing things differently. His sex drive was still pretty low but he would get turned on out of no where while being with you, but he'd be extremely embarrassed so he wouldn't say anything unless you noticed.
Z= Zzzzz (How fast does Johnny fall asleep afterwards) Not to fast, he likes to watch you fall asleep. He only falls asleep after you've fallen asleep, but if he's really tired he'll fall asleep faster than you which he likes to protest about sometimes until you cuddle him closer and start playing with his hair.
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Requested!!!
Warnings: Heavy mentions of sex!
A= Aftercare (What he's like after sex) Robby is usually great at after care, he tends to care about his loved ones more than himself so he makes sure you're okay before relaxing, even if you're not sore afterwards he will still carry you anywhere you need afterwards.
B= Body Part (His favorite body part of yours) Robby loves your neck, it's such a weird thing to love but he loves seeing his hand wrapped around it almost like a necklace considering all the rings that cover his fingers. He also loves your boobs, he loves running his big veiny hands across just feeling the smooth skin and watching you unfold with the flick of your nipple.
C= Cum (Anything to do with cum basically) Robby loves to cum on your stomach, or in your mouth. You both don't want to take a chance on getting pregnant so he either wears a condom or pulls out, his pull out is game.
D= Dirty Secret (Robby's dirty secret) One time Robby was super horny at the thought of you while practicing with Mr. LaRusso and he realized he had a picture of you in his wallet of you in a bikini so he ran to the bathroom as quickly as he could and ended up jerking off to the picture of you, also cumming on it having to clean the picture.
E= Experience (How experienced is Robby) I couldn't imagine he's that experienced, sure he's watched porn a couple times but it isn't anything like the real deal. It came pretty naturally to both of you though, and as time progressed you both experienced each other's kinks, so it all worked out in the end.
F= Favorite Position (His favorite position) Missionary for sure, he loves getting the full view of his cock slipping in and out of your pussy while watching your eyes roll back with each thrust, while your perky breasts bounce up and down with each hit, along with wrapping his hand around your throat gently applying pressure manipulating his thrusts.
G= Goofy (Is he goofy during sex) He doesn't mind humor during sex but usually you both are so fucked and horny with each other that you're to busy on the edge of an orgasm that you can't even think of being goofy during sex. Happens quite a lot actually.
H= Hair (Does the carpet match the drapes) It does not, Robby is clean shaved. Every now and then he will leave some hair and only trim but very rarely.
I= Intimacy (How romantic is Robby during the moment) Robby could be very romantic in the moment, for a special occasion or just slow love making. He goes super out for your birthday's though, making sure to give you even more of a mind blowing experience.
J= Jack Off (Masturbation) Yes, Robby jacks off a lot, he used to not as much until he met you. Then his thoughts we're consumed by you're sweet taste and beautiful personality and body. Every time he thinks about you in such horny ways he always ends up cumming in his pants to you, you're like a drug that he never wants to stop taking.
K= Kink (How kinky is Robby) Robby loves chocking, but only consensual chocking, he also loves slight bondage and he is a whore for your slutty moans. He would never do anything out of your comfort zone though, he always stays in the comfort bubble unless you ask otherwise. He's a kinky b*tch.
L= Location (Favorite places to do the do) By far his favorite places that you've had sex were in an empty room at Mr. LaRusso's he loves the idea of getting caught and that adrenaline, and in the back of the dark movie theater. First he slipped his hands under your dress then you ended up slowly riding him in the end.
M= Motivation (What gets Robby going) When you dirty talk to him, he loves dirty talk it sets him off. He loves when you feel all over his body and carelessly check him out. His biggest motivation though is seeing you suck on his fingers after he's fingered you, it makes his eyes roll in the back of his head.
N= No (A turn off, something Robby would never do) Robby would never do anything to seriously make you feel in danger or panic, he would never do knife play or fire play because you are his most prized possession and he doesn't want to harm you like that in any way, even if it is consensual.
O= Oral (His preference in giving and receiving) He absolutely loves going down on you, it turns him on so bad seeing you wither underneath his mouth. He loves when you're tied up so he can eat you out, he knows how much you love tugging on his hair while he's eating you out so he does it to see you in much more desperation. He loves when your pretty lips are wrapped around his cock all to much, but he's addicted to your taste.
P= Pace (Is he fast and rough, slow and sensual; etc) Robby can be slow and sensual but he can also be fast and rough. It all depends on the type of sex like jealous sex, desperate sex, needy sex, or angry sex.
Q= Quickie (Robby's opinion in quickies/fast and rushed sex) The thought turns him on, super fast and rushed sex makes his cock rise but he would rather take his time on you and afterwards he likes to make you dinner especially if you have sex in the early-ish evening.
R= Risk (Does he like to take risks) Oh yeah, he loves taking risks in your sex lives. He will do almost anything except for things that harm either of you.
S= Stamina (How long can he go for, and how long does he last) He could go for 3 rounds before he's completely wore out, cumming wise for the first time he can last for around 20 minutes, sometimes he can't because you make him super edged and horny. Usually 3 rounds would equal a total of 4 hours of role play is involved, if not around a solid hour and thirty minutes.
T= Toy (Does he like to use toys) Sometimes, he does like to use toys on you such as a vibrator and a vibrating dildo, he'll use them when you're both alone and have enough time in the day to use them.
U= Unfair (How much does he like to tease, does he tease) He is quite unfair, he likes to watch you squirm underneath him while he eats you out and edges your orgasms on over and over again.
V= Volume (How loud is Robby during the moment) He's not too loud but he does moan most times, when you're sucking him off he can't help but whimper sometimes. But he groans, moans, whimpers, whines if necessary because he knows it makes you weak in the knees.
W= Wild Card (Random head-con for Robby) Once Robby gets attached to someone not only falls in love with them but has a sexual relationship with them it’s hard for him to forget about you, say if you took a break for a while he would still not be able to stop thinking about you, jerking off to you…cumming to you. He’s completely loyal to you.
X= X- Ray (Lets see what's going on in them pants shall we) A solid 7 1/2 inches.
Y= Yearning (How high is Robby's sex drive) It's a little above average but so is yours so you're perfect for each other.
Z= Zzzzz (How fast does Robby fall asleep afterwards) Not to fast, he likes for you to fall asleep first so he makes sure your safe then he can fall asleep.
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This wasn’t requested but I love it!