#not proofread!!!!

[isasweetie]

PRISSY FLASHING RAFE DURING A ARGUMENT?? PLEASEEEEE

okay wait yes.

“and— and you can’t just say that shit, a’ight?” rafe scolds, eyes squinted and knuckles rubbing his buzzed head as if he has a migraine from this conversation. “it’s disrespectful to me, and to my, uh.. to my reputation. what are the boys at the country club gonna think when they notice i’ve got a girl who can’t do any shit for herself?”

he’d been talking for about forty five minutes, scolding you for something that you now forget. you’d been zoning out for half of his rant, if you were being honest.

you fiddle with your necklace as he continues, bored out of your mind. “gonna stop taking you to the country club if you talk like that. okay? i can’t just let this slide. god, the boys were just starting to like me again, and suddenly im bringing you over and—“ he cuts himself off with a sigh, trying not to raise his voice. spoiler alert: it doesn’t work. “i’m a cameron, baby, i have to make sure this island knows it. my dad didn’t go around getting dirty looks because of rose, so why is it different with me and you? i know it’s certainly not my fault. so who’s is it, can you piece it together for me?”

you’re quiet, his voice sounding like the teacher from charlie brown to you. you were zoned out, thinking about anything other than this — nail colour, work, friend drama. this was just too boring. he snaps his fingers in your face. “hey. answer me.”

“hm?” you blink, wide eyes back on him. “answer what?”

“oh jesus—“ he groans, taking a step back again. “this shit is what im talking about, baby! your fuckin’ ignorance!” he explains, voice gradually raising. “i need you to lock in and think for a bit, okay? can you do that? or else i’m gonna lose my fucking mind. this shit needs to change, you’re like— high or something. i can’t take it—“

he’s cut off when you raise your top up, revealing nothing underneath. rafe is strong, but he’s only a man. he sees your chest and he’s out for a second, blue eyes just staring at it. he blinks and snaps out of it after a bit, but he is definitely a bit flustered. “oh my god— can’t do that baby, s’like… shit—“ he sighs, trying to get back to normal.

“can you stop lecturing me now please?” you ask, putting your top down.

“uhhh, shit, only if you lift that top back up,” he relents to the sight, grabbing your lower arm. “c’mon, upstairs, i’ll teach you shut you up another way,”

you giggle and happily follow, taking your top back off. this is what you preferred.

[kumzume]

i know there's like they typicals of who has a mommy k*nk,, but i offer you: mattsun,,, just imagine it

i,,, nonnieeeeeee <3 i’m love you omg

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matsukawa prided himself on his ability to keep his composure — he may be a comedic little shit but he knew when to keep his mouth shut, an ability his best friend hanamaki, unfortunately, didn’t have.

“dude, you haven’t told her yet?” makki asked, the corners of his lips turned up in a shit-eating grin. mattsun glared at his friend before checking over his shoulders to make sure no one he knew was within earshot.

“of course not, who the fuck do you think i am?” his voice shot up at the end at the incredulity of his stupid friend’s question. makki just shook his head, rolling his eyes as he took another bite of his lunch.

“m’just saying dude, you should probably tell her.”

“tell me what?” you questioned as you sat your tray down beside your boyfriend. he choked on his spit as makki broke out into cackles.

you gently pat mattsun on the back, helping him regain his breathing before asking yet again, “tell me what baby?”

y’know how i said matsukawa was good at keeping his composure? yeah, not anymore.

his face and ears were a bright fire-truck red as he continued to avert his eyes away from you and his friend, muttering a soft “tell you later,” before standing and chucking his lunch in the trash.

and tell you later he did.

you managed to get his little secret from him by laying him spread out on the bed, one hand on his throat and the other on his cock, edging him slowly like only you could.

“say it again,” you purred, tightening the hand around his neck. he let out a strained moan, his eyes rolling around as he gasped for air. “m-momma please, please let me cum,” he begged, hips bucking up into your touch.

you pretended to think about it while slowly increasing the pressure, being careful not to actually choke him out. regardless, matsukawa enjoyed it, his breathing quickening as his abs clenched to stave off his oncoming orgasm.

“why should i? you kept this very delicious secret from me.” a pout fell across your lips, your hand picking up speed on his shaft.

a series of uncharacteristic whines escaped your boyfriend’s broad chest. “m’close, so close, momma i can’t — can’t hold it off, please,” he pled, tears filling his pretty brown eyes and clumping his long lashes together.

you let out a shaky sigh, his words having a greater affect on you than you had originally thought. “only because you beg so pretty.” at your words, your permission, matsukawa came, his back arching, thighs tensing, and cock twitching as spurt after spurt of warm cum painted his chest.

“thank you, thank you, thank you momma, thank you,” he babbled, his head moving to rest on your thighs.

you ran your hand (the one not covered in cum) through his curly brown locks, pressing soft kisses to his forehead, allowing him to bask in your touch.

“see? that wasn’t so bad. you should’ve told me earlier,” you teased. matsukawa laughed, a full body genuine laugh, before rolling his head to kiss your thigh.

“yeah, yeah, whatever.” you giggled and started to stand, moving to go collect towels and water to clean your boyfriend off. (un)fortunately, you were stopped by a hand grabbing your wrist and pulling you back onto the bed, mattsun now on his stomach in between your thighs.

“not so fast,” he drawled, his nose pressing against the wet patch in your underwear. “wanna make momma feel good.”