i really wanted to come back, but i'm no longer a fan of the triplets. i have my account for rafe cameron (@rafebesitos), so i dont know what i would do here.
! 32. economist. grumpy w. everyone but his gf. silver jewelry. chess player. workaholic. kook. love language; acts of service. all black. hates parties, even more his conferences. loves traveling. smoking less, since his gf hates it. thinks everything can be resolved w. money. kinda cocky. midnight sex.
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! 20. shoppaholic. pink && blue. beach girl. extrovert && talkative. tanner. summer. h2o mermaids. glitter tattoos. oral fixation. clumsy. a bit naive. coconut girl. kinda silly. mini skirts && crop tops. pogue. party && luau. sunshine w. everyone. love language; physical touch && words of affirmation.
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! met missy at the beach, she was drowning and he saved her. dating for a few months. everyone thinks she's dating him bc he's rich, but she really loves rafe. no one can touch missy, absolutely no one. boat ridings on the weekends. rafe don't express too much his feelings w. words, but w. gifts. rafe's the reason missy still alive. rafe became a better person after missy, definitely. rafe wants to marry missy, of course missy would say yes.
"the fuck are you cryin' for?" rafe murmurs hoarsely, under his breath. he rubs his eyes, supporting his body on his elbow, he looks over his shoulder to find you laying next to him, meowing like a kitty. your pearl eyes shining with tears, your red and plumpy lips open and letting out your sobs. "what? what's wrong now?" he grunts.
"ray..." you whisper, sniffing and crying like a cry baby. rafe rolls his eyes, annoyed. he shifts and turns his body to you, rafe looks you up and down, noticing your hand under your white panties. he can't see, but he knows your fingers are curling themselves inside your cunt.
"you seriously wake me, 'case you can't fuck yourself properly?" rafe asks, grumpy. even though a damn smirk is growing in the corner of his lips.
"can't do it without you." you babble, shifting to get closer. rafe holds your chin, brushing his nose to yours, his other hand playing with the hem of your night dress. "rafey, please..."
"nah, you're doin' good. keep goin'." rafe says. his hand now rubbing your stomach, squeezing your skin between his fingers. you're going insane, your fingers aren't enough, because your so greedy that you need more and more from rafe. "keep rubbin' like that, wanna see you cum."
"ray... need — you." you cry between your soft moans, rafe's enjoying himself.
"wanted to use your own fingers, now you finish." rafe groans. you frown the eyebrows and close your eyes, eyelashes resting on the flushed cheeks, trying to imagine rafe fingers are fuckin' you, even though is not working. you blink your eyes at rafe, getting closer to connect your lips, rafe depart the contact, smirking. "wanna kiss me? need ma' kiss to make you cum'?"
"uh-uh" you murmur, nodding your head. rafe connects your lips, kissing you clumsy and sloppy, making a mess of saliva in your mouth. you take deep breaths between the kiss, your hips jerking crazily, your moans interrupting the contact. rafe depart, a trail of saliva connect your lips. he's not nice every time, but watching you taking a hard time to make yourself cum, he decides to help.
rafe trails his hand until your panties, his fingers getting inside it. he doesn't push his fingers inside of your hole, he just puts his hand above yours and starts to make movements of in and out, guiding your own fingers to fuck your little pussy properly. it's not the same thing, but is helping, you open your legs a little, your other hand squeezing his biceps, your short nails making scratchs on his skin. you connect your lips again, kissing rafe hungrily, he speeds the movements and a familiar knot grows in your stomach. didn't take too much after rafe make his little show, his other hand squeeze the inside of your thighs. your moans are getting loud, rafe shut them with his lips. your back raising, your sponge walls clenching around your fingers and you couldn't hold a loud and deep moan rafe's name. he keeps the movements por a little, just to prolong your pleasure, your painting and crying, tears all over your cheeks. rafe smile in proudness.
he pulls your hand, facing your tearing eyes, flushed cheeks and plump lips. you look like an angel, a fallen one. he smirks and puts your middle fingers inside his mouth, tongue twirling around them, tasting your cum. sweet like you. your sponge walls are clenching again, this time around nothing. rafe pushes your hand away and turns his back to you, laying on his stomach, turning back to his sleep state. you lay on your back and huffs, legs still shaking, but you bite your lower lip and lift you body, climbing on rafe's back. he doesn't move, you weight like nothing, you lean to kiss his cheek.
"thanks, ray." you smile. rafe huffs and raise his back, making you fall in bed. but you don't mind, you just lay down and cover your body, hugging rafe's back, even though you know he doesn't like it.
"yeah, yeah. now shut up and lemme' sleep." rafe mutters. "better not wake me again, kitty."
! 21. loves partying. extrovert. rich ass. back hats. business major. golden jewelry. rings. midnight drives. love language; acts of service. daddy issues. fame of fuck boy. sour temperament. anger issues.
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! not dating, but no one can touch kitty. midnight dates. kitty hates parties, but she's always there for rafe. rafe smokes while kitty reads. started as a tutoring session and ended up in hooking up on kitty's dorm. rafe is not gentle with kitty, but she knows he cares about her. kitty definitely can't fuck w/ other guys.
it's finally summer again. back in the summer camp. stuck supervising kids by killing each other with a plastic arrow. but this year, you're finally owning your cabin as a monitor, which is pretty cool when you want to sneak out to hang out with your little summer love. back to your little summer affair with chris sturniolo. since you met at fifteen, you always hook up and hang out in the summer at the camp, but when the summer ends, you got back to your cities and live your lives like you never met, until the next summer.
there's only one rule: don't fall in love.
matt huffs, because he knows where you and chris are. you three are monitors this year, but only you got the best position to have your own cabin, because for everyone you're the little miss perfection, but he knows what you're inside. he and chris. you used to be the miss perfect, back when you were sixteen, but when you came back to the summer, you were totally different. now you just pretend.
he hesitates when his hand touches the door knob, he's hearing you both inside, giggling over something he doesn't know, because you two always exclude him from your little activities. he's not jealous, definitely not. matt twists the knob and steps in, he finds you and chris laying in the bed, legs curled together. he's only on his pants and you're wearing the summer camp red polo shirt and bikini's panties. matt cheeks flushed.
"oh, hi, matty." you say, noticing the boy in the corner. you smile, waving to him lazily, a joint hanging between your fingers. chris giggles, scrunching his cheek into your shoulder.
"you shouldn't be smoking here. you should be supervising the kids." matt says, swiping his glasses up in the bridge of his nose. matt's always soooo correct and polite. you look at chris behind your shoulder and you two laugh together, you shake your head, pushing chris aside and raising your back to sit in the bed. you put the joint in your lips and inhale lazily, staring at matt.
"c'mon matt, you're not gonna snitch us, are you?" chris asks, laying his head in his forearm, clearly high.
"you need to relax a bit, matt." you say, a cloud of smoke getting out of your mouth. you blow the white smoke into matt's face, he uses his hands to clean the air, visibly annoyed. "c'mon, matty. lay down a bit."
you lay down again, next to chris. matt looks hesitant, but he's too weak to deny something to you. he looks at his back and swipes his glasses up again, he sits in the corner of the bed, trying to relax like you and chris. you shake your giggling, you pass the joint to chris and kneel in the mattress behind matt, you look back at chris and he just shrugs his shoulders, taking a hint from the cigarette. you turn to matt again, leaning your head a bit, the tip of your nose touching gently his nape, you can feel the goosebumps he's having. you move your hands to the buttons from the same polo shirt you're wearing, you unbutton gently and quickly move your hands to the hem of the shirt. you raise your head to watch matt's face, asking for his consent and he slowly nods, you smile and tug his shirt out.
matt's skinny and pale, he doesn't spend too much time in the sun, because he says he doesn't tan, just burn, so he always looks white as a ghost. chris is a little bit more robust, he's not too much muscle, but his not skinny as matt. but you like them both either way.
you hold matt's shoulders and guide him to the back, you push his chest until his head is resting in the pillow. you look at his feet and back to him, he quickly tugs his sneakers out. you smile satisfied. you look at chris, he's quiet during your little tension moment with matt, even though you're not feeling any tension, just him and his shyness. you take the joint from his lips, he huffs, you roll your eyes. you take a hint, gently smiling at matt.
"ready?" you ask, the white smoke clouding your vision. matt bites his lips, eyes between your eyes and your pair of big boobs in front of his face. "just relaaaaax."
you adjust the joint between matt's lips, he takes a big hint. big mistake for the first time, matt chokes with the smoke and starts to cough. you open a gentle smile, resting your hand on his chest, helping him and darting your eyes at chris when he starts to laugh. at the second hint, matt didn't chokes again.
a half hour after, matt totally forgot he was supposed to get you and chris back to your tasks. he's now shirtless in your tight bed, sharing a joint with his brother and you. getting high for the first time. he, definitely, never felt so relaxed and light before. it's feels like he's a little leaf, getting blow by the wind. while he's imagining his a leaf, you and chris are, almost, glued together, lips getting swollen because of the sloppy and messy kiss. matt's too high to notice, but he ended up staring at you two.
"hm, what...?" you ask when chris stops the kiss, looking behind your shoulder. you look back, finding matt blue — and red — eyes at you. "okay, let's just..." you quickly shift your body, now you three are laying side by side, arms touching and legs too, laying messily in the tiny bed. "so, matt, have you ever kissed someone before?" you ask.
matt cheeks, instantly, flushes. he twists his lips and, slowly, shakes his head.
"oh, poor, matty." you pout at him. "never got his first kiss."
it looks like you're making fun of him, he gets more embarrassed. he stares at his hands, playing with the hem of his pants, you tilt your head and pouty again. you, gently, grab his chin and turn his look at you.
"i'm going to be your first." you say. "so, when someone asks if you ever kissed someone, you're gonna say yes."
matt just nods, looking a bit desperate. you giggle and look back behind your shoulder, chris still don't care. if you want to kiss his brother, go ahead, he's not gonna stop you.
"just follow my lead, right?" you say, matt nods, staring at your lips. he licks his own lips, moving his head to be closer to you. he never kissed someone, but he has a little idea of how it is, but he still feels like he's gonna fuck up everything. "relax, matty."
you press your lips together, simple and easy. matt's lips are plump and soft, tasting like the weed you've been smoking. you slowly open your own lips, gently sucking his upper lip, trying to not be too much or too fast for a first time. matt's inexperience and insecure, you can feel this just by the way his lips moves, so you just keep going until he feels more used to the touch from another lips on his. you two separate after a bit, a trail of saliva connecting your mouths, you give him a little peck on the lips before crashing in the bed again.
"ya' know your brother was a good kisser?" you ask. chris raises his eyebrows, shaking his head and giggling. you turn your eyes to matt, he's looking a bit in shock. "damn, you've lied to me when you said you never kissed before."
matt opens a smile, shaking his head and giggling. he wasn't lying, but he's happy you liked his kiss. now he wants to kiss you again, but he's pretty sure you rather kiss chris than him. he's more experience than he, even though you have said he's good at kissing. but you ended up kissing matt again, and then you kissed chris again. you're liking to share the boys.
you didn't realize, but at some point you three fell asleep together. you in the middle, on hand resting in chris' neck and the other one, through matt's hand in your abdomen. chris' face is resting in your neck, his tip nose touching your skin, probably inhaling your scent. matt fell asleep with his head on the pillow, but his hand are resting in your stomach, he lifted your shirt without realizing, but his pinkie tip is brushing the hem of your bikini panties.
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