blue collar! johnb works with his hands — contractor, mechanic, welder — something that leaves him sweaty and tired, but satisfied
blue collar! johnb keeps a photo of you in his toolbox. the guys tease him. he doesn’t care. “that’s my girl. look all you want — but you won’t touch.”
blue collar! johnb always has a hand on you — thigh, waist, back of your neck. always grounding, never possessive
blue collar! johnb first thing he does when he walks in the door? drops his tool belt and wraps his arms around you, presses his face to your neck. “missed you all damn day.”
blue collar! johnb slow, deep strokes. always watching your face. saying things like “that’s it, baby. takin’ me so good.” while brushing your hair out of your eyes.
blue collar! johnb physical touch is constant. even when he’s dead tired, he’ll pull you into his lap, lay his head on your chest, mumbling about how your heartbeat calms him
blue collar! johnb big into acts of service too. he doesn’t just say he loves you — he fills your car with gas, changes the bulbs, replaces the batteries in your remote before you notice they’re low
blue collar! johnb his hands are always rough, knuckles nicked — but he never touches you without gentleness. always makes sure to wash up before laying them on you
blue collar! johnb who's protective to the point of ridiculousness when you finally get pregnant. you’re not lifting a single grocery bag. he gets pissed if you try
blue collar! johnb talks to your bump in his softest voice. “you be good to mama in there, alright? she’s everything to me.”
blue collar! johnb some nights he’s so desperate he doesn’t even undress you — just pulls your panties to the side, mouth hot against your neck, breath ragged
blue collar! johnb wants to fill you up— not just sexually, but emotionally. always asking if you feel good. if you feel safe. if you know he adores you
blue collar! johnb aftercare king. wraps you up in his arms, murmurs “you did so good for me.” kisses your temple over and over until you fall asleep on his chest.
these are literal porn links! minors dni! * means actual website and not x link
more to come
jj maybank
kitty! and jj back in high school ( he posted that shit on his private ). when kitty! and jj were getting back together in secret. visiting jj on his lunch break but also this is jj simply bc the outfit is his. dry humping with rafe’s gf because it’s all she’ll do. jj spanking puppy. jj apologizing. taking it. letting jj use you. jj the minute you tell him you got off birth control. your punishment after being a brat all day. jj’s favorite view. green eyed girlfriend videos are literally kitty and jj. you love jj’s hands. jj vibes. riding jj. jj and his shy girlfriend in the car.
rafe cameron
poguedealer!rafe giving it to sweetheart so good. rafe not stopping with pogue!reader. rafe’s favorite position. more of rafe fucking from behind. morning creampie! giving season 1 rafe. rafe loves when you make a mess. rough sex with dealer!rafe. riding poguedealer!rafe. backshots with rafe. you and rafe’s first video. fucking in the living room. poguedealer!rafe size difference. frat!rafe. riding season 2 rafe. more frat!rafe. good ol’ hate fuck. sweetheart! and poguedealer!rafe in his truck.
john b routledge
breeding his girlfriend first thing in the morning. john b rearranging your guts. kitten’s favorite pastime is having john b down her throat. average morning. riding john b. late night breeding sesh. it’s just giving jombee. especially the bite. john b’s favorite meal. folding you in half to get deeper. stretching kitten. jombee pounding kitten as per usual. doggy with kitten. stepdad!john b.
sarah cameron
bff! slutting sare out. bff’s private private story after a night out. sare strapping bff.
drew starkey
after with drew and baddie!reader. drew and his college student gf.
misc
sarah sends this to bff! to make her jealous. sarah x bff! x john b when sare finally lets her bf fuck her bff. dp with jb and jj. threesome with jiara. getting high and playing with sarah, bff! and john b. john b sending this to bff! to piss her off. taking jj and jb.
obxcc after hours p!links . . .
* means actual website and not x link
twins!
trying to be quiet in the morning. pussydrunk!rafe. pulled over on a roadtrip. recording it so twin! can see it better. rafe playing with twin! LMAO caption. riding twin!rafe. them<3. why ward doesn’t want you bathing together anymore. practice time. fucking rafe in rose and ward’s bed. shower time! rafe letting twin! use him.
little sister!reader
average bedtime routine. fucking her stress away. riding john b.
we all know shoupe has a soft spot for the pogues— jj specifically, and its most likely because he saw them all growing up and yada yada but imagine it’s because his daughter runs with their group and he knows she’s always had a crush on jj so he promised to go as easy on them as possible… that obviously gets a little difficult with the activities they get up to
Hey bestie queen, do you think you would ever write about pouge dealer rafe! And sweetheart reader fuckin for the first time? Its just suchhh a good concept
yes yes yes it’s in my drafts but my writer’s block has been awful if that’s not shamefully obvious lol as soon as i get myself to finish my current wips, i’ll publish:)
what type of classes do u think Rafe would take in college
he probably took a few easy courses in high school that he’d need later for his business degree. if we’re talking duke diaries, he has to take a foreign language bc he dropped in high school. he’s just going for the most basic business degree he can because he’s more focused on bball.
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ the same night you met john b , you end up at his place for an after party. only to be the only one in attendance.
author’s note . . . based off of this daydream bc @stinkinfist in the replies convinced me and i didn’t forget about him just bc i had the worst writer’s block ever
warnings . . . underage drinking , john b is a boob guy what can i say? , smut 18+ ( drunk pinv , unprotected pinv but he pulls out! , kinda? size kink , marking )
you knew the moment john b started fiddling absentmindedly with your fingers and you let him , you were going home with him. no matter how mad your dad would be when you got back , though that usually didn’t deter you anyway. no matter how desperate you may look. you were going home with him.
and it seemed he was just as determined for that outcome as you were. “party’s kinda dyin’ out here , huh?” he observes , running his smooth hand over the expanse over your lower back. left , right , left , right. the touch alone making you more intoxicated than the several drinks you had earlier throughout the night. his voice however , that makes your brain buzz.
“yeah,” you agree , beaming up at the puppy dog-eyed man next to you as your eyes fail you and fall to his lips.
“yeah?” john b simply repeats , nodding closer to you to finally make a move. he’s been twitching with his hands all night , touching you as much as he could to make up for the fact that his tongue wasn’t down your throat yet.
to be honest , he’s impressed that you’ve lasted as long as you have without giving him a go ahead , but his eyes were watching yours all night. waiting for the exact moment they move to his lips. john b is a patient man— he fishes. there’s no problem on his end to wait as long as need be to get a bite.
your fate was sealed as soon as you told him about your father’s no dating rule. of course , you only challenged him more— albeit unknowingly , as your conversation went on and you complained about how strict your father was.
“john b…” you tut , still smiling as you pull away from the kiss.
and he physically deflates when you break away. “what , baby?” he croons , kissing at your jaw instead as you giggle. the sweet noise getting him to let out his own drunken chuckle.
“i don’t like pda,” you tell him in a hushed tone like it was some secret , leaning your forehead against his, “even if the party’s dying down.”
“no?” his eyebrows quirk up in question, “you’ve been lettin’ me touch ya all night though.” john b’s hands shift from your hips , migrating lower until he could very firmly grab at your ass. you let out a squeal at the action , head thrown back in a laugh right after. “only things i haven’t gotten my hands on yet are right here,” he starts , leaning down to kiss the tops of your breast that spill out of your neckline, “and…”
before his hands can move lower you push them to his sides and stepped back. “take me home , john b?” you ask , catching your breath. seeing you all flustered only makes his fingertips tingle , eyes watching your chest rise and fall.
“yeah , let’s getcha home,” he decides , clasping your outstretched hand and leading you away from the dwindling party.
after stumbling your ways to john b’s van he named the twinkie , and driving to the chateau , you were pushed up against the sliding door. “thought we were getting me home? yet we’re outside,” you tease him , hands coming to his hair as he sucks down your neck , leaving marks in his wake.
“needed to get in on these real quick,” john b mumbles , kissing at your tits he had pushed up out of your shirt even more, “just a second. then we’ll head in.”
now that you’re at john b’s house , you don’t have any worries about anyone seeing him latched onto your now fully exposed breasts , you can’t help but let your head fall back as you moan. “just a second,” you echo lazily , holding him close as he mouths at you.
it’s several more minutes of john b leaving hickeys on your exposed skin before he readjusts your top and pulls away. “couldn’t help myself,” he grins , brushing some of your hair out of your face before pecking your lips quickly, “c’mon!”
you’re both giggling as you make out on the way up the front porch. john b silently thanks the gods that jj hadn’t come here after the party. because the moment you make it through the door , you’re pushing him down on the couch and straddling him.
your hands are everywhere. john b’s hair , his arms , his chest , the raging boner he sports under his shorts. you can’t get enough of him. while john b got to feel you up all night at the boneyard , you wanted to wait until you could truly feel all of him in the privacy of his own home.
“someone’s excited,” john b points out as you practically rip the buttons off his shirt to open it before a quiet , low moan leaves his mouth when your nails rake down his chest.
your ears burn at his comment and how unfair it is that he’s acting so nonchalant now. his hands only slowly run up and down your thighs while you put your soul into grinding down onto his dick for some sort of relief.
and maybe it’s a little douchey to poke fun at you , but john b has an empty house , a horny you , and all night long. he isn’t worried about rushing it. he had his quick fun by the van. he can wait longer , wear you down. though , you’re less than patient as your hands fumble with his belt.
“hey , hey,” john b’s smooth voice cuts through your horny haze.
“want you so bad right now,” you mewl , meeting his eye as his hands distracted you , bobbing them at your sides— fingers intertwined.
“i want you too,” he assures you , dropping your hands to bring his own up to your cheeks, “y’so fucking sexy , baby. i wanna devour you,” he growls , grip tightening on your head a little. it’s almost possessive. you whine , eyes fluttering shut at his admission. “but we got allll night,” he smiles up at you.
after what felt like eons , john b drags you to his room. and he swears seeing you laid up in his bed with his bite marks covering your neck and breasts and lower stomach is the best sight on earth. especially when he notices how fast they were bruising.
“gorgeous girl,” he coos , running his hand up your stomach to push the material of your shirt over the curve of your tits, “m’so done being patient,” he adds , crawling over you on the bed.
“really?” you perk up, “me too.” you roll your eyes playfully , pulling john b lower to wrap your legs around his waist , securing his proximity for the moment before kissing him again.
he groans into the kiss , hands tightening on the fat of your hips. “i want you so bad,” he breathes out with a laugh , moving his lips to your neck and sucking at your skin before sinking his teeth into the same spot.
you wince at the sting , but it feels good right after. “you have me right here,” you whisper , hands coming down to push at your waistband, “so what are you waiting for?”
john b pulls back at the remark , smile widening as he watches you hook your fingers into your panties too. “straight to business,” he nods , licking his lips.
“any complaints?” you ask with a raised brow and big smile as you kick your shorts and thong to the floor.
he lets out a whistle , scratching at the back of his neck while he gets a good look at you. “no , ma’am,” he answers before shuffling to get his pants off while you rip your top the rest of the way off.
and all you can think when john b hovers over you , shrugging his hawaiian shirt all the way off is ‘sarah cameron is batshit crazy for leaving him,’ just from your experience tonight alone. you know for a fact , anyone that ever got a taste of john b routledge and let him go is clinically insane. when your eyes trail down his body and focus on his hand stroking his cock in front of your spread legs , your mind goes blank.
“it’ll fit , baby,” he replies before you can say anything , seeing the way your jaw drops a little, “jus’ trust me,” he adds with a hiss as he guides his tip up and down your folds slowly.
“john b—“ you breathe out , pushing up on your elbows to watch. he simply hums , free hand cradling your cheek as he focuses on where you connect. “put it in then!” you whine , head leaning into his hand as you watch in anticipation.
john b’s big , brown eyes flicker up to you for a second , and you swear there’s a genuine sparkle in them. “put it in?” he mocks you , thumb pushing down on his length to catch his tip in your tight , clenching entrance.
the girth alone stretches your walls. “oh , fuck!” you pant , head falling back. just as your eyes close , he shifts forward more , rough hands pushing your thighs up to your chest before he presses into you completely. it’s slow and painful and mind numbing , but god , you’re in heaven. you feel so full , you can hardly even clench around him. it’s like you can’t breathe.
“shit— y’re not a virgin , are you?” john b jokes as he sucks a sharp breath in at the feel of just how tight you are around his length. it sends a shiver down his spine.
“shut up,” you giggle through a moan when he pulls back a bit to thrust into you again. he chuckles with you , drunken smile gracing his lips. it’s a soft moment that’s destroyed as soon as he looks back down at where you’re sucking him in.
“yeah , i’ll shut up,” he nods , bringing his hips back to slam into you all over again. his trusts are harsh and fast— you can hardly keep up , hands holding onto his navy blue sheets.
your mouths drops open in a gasp after a particularly hard thrust , moans filling the air in his room. “oh , fuck,” you cry as your hands try to push at his hips, “shit— john b!”
“who can’t shut up now?” he smirks, hips never slowing as he presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. his lips move down your neck as you cling to him , moaning with every movement he makes.
you feel his teeth sink into the curve of your breast , wincing at the sting before moaning when john b soothes the bite with his tongue. “they’re sore,” you whimper , pulling at his hair.
“i know,” john b grins back , shifting up and gripping at both of your tits, “i want them that way,” he assures you with a grunt as he slams into you. he groans when you yelp at the force. “shit— take it just like that,” he moans , dropping one hand from your chest to rub at your puffy clit.
“john b!” you moan , trying to scoot up and away from his hips , but his rough hands grip your tits harder, pressing your deeper into the mattress so you can’t run.
“what?” he coos in faux sympathy , looking down at where you connect, “you’re taking it just fine, baby. you’re all stretched out for me,” he points out with a moan as his hips slow to focus on the sight. his grip on your chest loosens , now free hand lowering to spread your folds. he leans forward a bit, letting his spit drop onto your clit before his thumb rubs it in.
“oh , my god,” you hiccup, eyes screwing shut as he keeps his slow, deliberate pace, “jombee,” you whimper, thighs trembling as you feel yourself unravel.
“uh uh,” he shakes his head, fucking into you harder, “just a second, baby,” he grunts out, hips stuttering while he tries to finish too.
you smack at his wrists urgently , eyes screwing shut in pleasure. “fuck— pull out!” you gasp , hips still rolling down to meet his as much as possible.
“oh , shit,” john b practically growls as he does as told. he shifts to straddle your waist , fervently fisting his cock until he comes in thick, white ropes onto your chest with a broken grunt.
instinctively, your mouth opens in hopes preparation. your heart sinks a little when he finishes on your tits , wanting to get your mouth on him too. john b notices— not too busy rubbing his cum into your skin with his tip. “suck it then , baby,” he breathes out lowly, hand coming to the back of your head to push you forward enough.
you choke a little when he shoves into your mouth , but as soon as you realize you’re getting what you want , your eyes flutter shut. you suck on his tip like a lollipop , moaning as you taste him dripping on your tongue.
“you’re such a little freak,” he nearly whines , cock twitching in your mouth as he brings a hand back to your folds and taps your clit.
your hips stutter at the sting , pulling off of his length with a gasp. “sensitive,” you tell him hoarsely , smile still on your spit covered lips.
“i bet,” john b coos with a light chuckle , moving off of you and grabbing a shirt from the floor, “took it like a champ though,” he adds with a grin , knuckles gently knocking at your jaw as his other hand cleans your chest.
“i’m never fucking anybody else again,” you tell him , catching your breath. your eyes trail over him as he chuckles breathily in response. “seriously,” you add , pulling your eyes from his bobbing cock to meet his.
“you , missy , are gonna get me in trouble,” john b hums , tapping your nose affectionately before hopping into the bed again and yanking you into his side.
idk why but i can't get this out of my head. but imagine going clubbing with drew and the obx cast. but like you are an actress too, maybe you're a part of the obx cast and like you go out, but your relationship is kind of secret and in the club you're singing at the top of your lungs and having fun and drinks with the girls and always scream lyrics to drew that are lowkey hints and he just smirks. and at some point throughout the night when you both have had a few drinks and don't care if you're seen from a fan or something, he pulls you in and dances with you, like grinds on you and holding you tight because you're his. and you end up making out sloppily. and the next morning you wake up with the worst headache besides your man and you open up your phone to find it filled with notifications from friends and you open up one of the messages that is an article from a magazine and it's a picture of you two making out in the club but you don't regret a single thing, cause you got drew motherfucking starkey beside you
being drew starkey’s private girlfriend. you aren’t secret, no, you’re just private. everyone knows you’re together, yet the only photos that can suggest it are pics of his hand in your photo dumps, or a lipstick stain on the side of his cheek. you have the entire internet going insane over you. people are dying to know who you are, why you’re dating him, and how it happened. but you and drew just sit back and scroll through tiktok comments while giggling together. in your own perfect world.
y’all….. I’m a whore and always looking for more links so just keep checking. I’ll keep reblogging after I add more than enough links, but I might make a part two as well.
CRIMINAL!RAFE X SPOILEDGF!READER who met each other online when spoiledgf!reader found him on a pen pal website. she saw his pictures and fell in love almost instantly. grateful that he was only in jail for possession of a controlled substance with intent to distribute, and not something else that was considered heinous, she decided to send him a message, attaching some of her favorite pictures in hopes that he’ll answer her. criminal!rafe logged into the computer the following morning, expecting nothing interesting as usual, but instead he was met with the sight of your beautiful face. he was quick to send you multiple replies, his knee bouncing up and down as he waited in anticipation for you to get back to him. all it took was a few exchanges of texts before you two found yourselves texting everday, plans of you two talking to each other and hearing each other’s voices soon coming to fruition.
CRIMINAL!RAFE X SPOILEDGF!READER who started dating within a month of them flirting with each other over the phone. rafe learned that his new pretty girlfriend was a real life material girl and had no problem spoiling her rotten from beyond the bars of his cell. “look, you’re gonna drive down to the cut, alright? go to the address i sent you in last week’s letter and talk to the guy named barry. i already told him about you so he’ll know who you are once you mention me. he’s holding onto all of my cash until i get out, so whenever you want money just go and bother him and he’ll give it to you. got it?” you nodded and squealed excitedly even though he couldn’t see you. following his instructions, you met barry later on that day, his partner looking both impressed and displeased at the same time. “you’re pretty and all, but i’ll be damned if you’re just using my boy for his bread.” he grunted, handing over a stack. “oh, please, does it look like i need it?” you laughed, motioning towards your expensive outfit.
CRIMINAL!RAFE X SPOILEDGF!READER who see each other for the first time when they decide to video call one evening, both of them talking away until the guard told rafe his time with you was over for the day. “goodnight, gorgeous, i’ll call you tomorrow, yeah?” you blew him a kiss, your cheeks heating once you saw him wink before hanging up, a plethora of butterflies fluttering in your chest as you went to sleep thinking about him. rafe doesn’t know how he got so lucky that you found him first, this blossoming romance of yours giving him a new profound sense of hope now that he knows he has someone other than barry who cares for him outside of jail. to know that you’re just as excited and eager to be with him just as much as he is was a refreshing feeling. criminal!rafe continued to send you heartfelt letters along with homemade cards and little drawings that he’d scribble down whenever he was thinking about you (which was all the time).
CRIMINAL!RAFE X SPOILEDGF!READER who can’t wait for his release date, both of them wishing they could just hug and kiss and touch each other already. “you gonna wear something special for me when i get out of here?” rafe licked his lips while spoiledgf!reader smiled sheepishly at him. “no..” you trailed off quietly. “what do you mean ‘no’? i’m gonna eat you right up as soon as i get my hands on you.” rafe scoffed, a smug grin taking over his features as you leaned in closer to the glass separating you two. “..because i’m not going to be wearing anything when you come home.” rafe’s jaw ticked at your words, lewd images of you running through his head as he thought about you underneath him, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist while he thrusted into you, your pretty manicured nails digging into his flesh as he did so. “oh, yeah?” he spoke quietly, looking around to make sure no one else could hear him, “you gonna let me fuck you fresh out?”
CRIMINAL!RAFE X SPOILEDGF!READER who are kissing and grabbing at each other once he walks out of the jail gates, all thanks to barry for bringing you to pick rafe up after he got a phone call stating that your boyfriend had been let out early. you could barely control your excitement on the way over there, the annoyed brunette in the driver’s seat flashing you a glare. “can you chill out, bruh? we’re picking him up from a dingy jail cell, not a beauty pageant.” you rolled your eyes at barry’s words, still fixing your lipgloss in your pink compact mirror. “look, ‘bear, we’re going to be spending a lot of time together now, so do me a favor and stop calling me ‘bruh’ okay!?” you chirped, glancing over at him only to see the same annoyed expression on his face. “yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” he grumbled. the first thing you and rafe did (besides getting handsy and making out in the backseat) was pick up his cash from barry’s trailer, his arms glued to your waist as he counted every single bill. “what do you say we check in somewhere after this? ‘eat a good meal and i’ll have you for my dessert when we get back to our room?”
i literally love your pervy!rafe and cheerleader!reader series absolutely god sent.
anyways i was thinking you could do something where it’s P.E class and reader has these super short gym shorts on that barley cover her ass and rafe see this and is going absolutely feral
“alright, boys. standard formation,” rafe muttered under his breath like he was leading a military operation.
CJ blinked. “wait… why are we lining up so far back?”
“don’t ask questions,” rafe gritted, shoving CJ directly behind him. “zeke, flank left. CJ, you’re middle. i’m taking point. and remember the rule.”
“yeah, we know, pervert. we always run behind her.” zeke rolled his eyes, gaze falling onto you across the gym.
there you were. ponytail bouncing. cute white sneakers. stupidly short gym shorts that barely covered the bottom of your ass cheeks. rafe’s eyes went glazed, borderline unholy. he looked like he was about to faint or ascend—kinda hard to tell.
“ohhhhhh my God,” CJ whispered in reverence. “look at the cheek slip. we’ve got cheek slip. repeat—CHEEK. SLIP.”
zeke gave a slow, impressed nod. “she’s practically wearing underwear.”
the gym whistle blew and coach shouted, “two laps around the court. let’s go!”
and just like that, the race to ass heaven began. rafe bolted like his life depended on it—but not to lead the pack. no, no. he made damn sure to get stuck right behind you as the class took off jogging in a single-file line. his stride was calculated. his breathing? Shaky. his eyes? locked the fuck in.
CJ nearly tripped from laughing too hard. “bro, you are literally chasing her ass right now. this is full-on cartoon wolf behavior.”
“i’m appreciating the effort,” rafe hissed back. “the—the art. the… the architectural integrity.”
zeke, jogging next to CJ with zero enthusiasm, muttered, “you mean her ass?”
“i said art, didn’t i?” rafe chuckled.
you jogged a little faster, your ponytail swinging, and rafe sped up to match pace like some depraved heat-seeking missile.
CJ leaned closer to zeke. “i swear to God, if he trips and lands face-first in her cheeks, i’m gonna pass away right here on this squeaky-ass floor.”
“you think if he gets a boner, it’ll help with speed? like a little booster engine?” zeke chuckled. CJ cackled so hard he had to clutch his side.
soon enough, lap two was underway. rafe was fully locked in, focused like an olympic athlete. not on form, not on breathing. no—on you. on the way your shorts rode up every time your sneaker hit the floor. on the way your hips swayed like you were born to ruin him. he was barely even jogging anymore. just floating in a trance. absolutely hypnotized. one more bounce and he might pass out—
all of a sudden your movements stopped. very abruptly. like a fucking npc with bad coding.
“oh my God—” CJ’s voice rang out way too late.
BAM!
rafe crashed into you like a goddamn linebacker. his chest slammed into your back, feet tangling with yours, and then gravity had done the rest of the work. you let out a surprised squeak as you toppled forward as rafe took you down with him with a loud thud. right there on the shiny gym floor, a tangled mess of limbs, sweat, and complete humiliation.
CJ screamed from behind, “OH MY GOD, HE MOUNTED HER.”
zeke stopped jogging just to watch the slow-motion car crash unfold. “did he just… tackle her?”
rafe was hovering over you, completely stunned, hands splayed on either side of your head, nose almost touching yours. his breath was coming in hard. his pupils? dilated. it looked like he was high on coke. his thoughts? not pure. his mind automatically went to fucking you right there on the gym floor.
you blinked up at him, eyes wide, completely caught off guard. “…um. hi?”
“i—i didn’t mean to—i didn’t know you were gonna stop,” he stammered, face redder than a tomato. his voice cracked. his soul left his body. “you just—you froze. like—like a deer…or something—i don’t know??”
“sorry,” you giggled, unfazed, as if you weren’t lying fully pinned beneath him. “i thought i dropped my scrunchie.”
rafe could not physically respond, he could only suffer. his face was two inches from yours. your lips were parted in a dumb little smile. his knees were caging you in. he was going through every stage of grief simultaneously.
CJ was losing it on the sidelines. “coach!! We got two students dry-humping on the hardwood!! call child services!!”
zeke called out calmly, “i think rafe’s gonna nut from proximity alone.”
“i’m not—i’m not humping anyone!” rafe barked, scrambling off you so fast he practically threw himself backward. “it was an ACCIDENT. God—shut up, CJ!!”
you sat up slowly, totally unbothered, cheeks pink from laughing. “you okay?”
“huh? oh—yeah—no. i mean—yes. yes, i’m—i’m great, you’re great—um.“ rafe stammered, face burning red hot.
CJ jogged over, doubled over in laughter. “dude. that was the funniest fucking thing i’ve ever seen. you just got full frontal with the girl of your dreams and it looked like a wwe takedown.”
zeke joined the circle, deadpan as ever. “do we need to chalk the floor where the crime took place?”
you just sat there, smiling up at rafe while he melted into a puddle of shame and lust.
“sorry for making you fall,” you said sweetly. “but also, you’re, like… really strong.”
CJ exploded. rafe flatlined.
a/n :: i hope i didn’t change up this ask too much lol. anyway rip rafe
