The warmly lit room was quiet except for the low hum of the record player you'd begged Simon to get you after the two of you stumbled across it in a small, run down thrift store that was closing down. The elderly owners were trying to get rid of everything, and while Simon didn't really see the appeal in buying something like that, but he'd do anything to see that smile on your pretty face.
The way your warm brown eyes lit up when he finally let out a gruff, reluctant, "Fine," made it all worth it. Seeing you that happy made the corners of his lips twitch beneath his mask, and the sight of your excitement sent a warm feeling through him that settled low in his stomach, leaving his cock chubbing in his jeans. It came so naturally around you that he barely questioned it anymore. He'd buy you a hundred old record players if it meant seeing that smile again.
Simon rested his head against your stomach, his large arms wrapped securely around you as the two of you lay tangled together on your tiny bed. He always found it comforting to sleep at your apartment. He loved the way your room glowed with a soft, warm yellow, making everything feel peaceful in a way his own home never had.
Though he'd never admit it aloud, you grounded him.
You made him feel seen.
Safe.
Like the weight of the world didn't seem quite as heavy whenever you were around.
All he wanted was to protect that cute smile you always threw his way.
How could he stay angry at the world when the gods above had blessed him with someone like you?
Your rich brown skin seemed to glow beneath the warm lighting, your soft curls framing your beautiful face. You looked impossibly small beside him. Simon towered over you, his broad frame nearly swallowing yours whenever he held you, yet somehow you were the one person who made him feel at peace.
Whenever he came home after a rough day, you'd always find some way to make him feel better.
Most of the time, you'd bake him cookies.
The sweet smell would spread throughout the entire apartment before he even reached the kitchen. He'd wander in, crossing his thick arms over his chest as he leaned against the doorway, his eyes immediately finding you.
You stood at the counter with your curls bouncing around your face as you carefully mixed the cookie batter, completely focused on making something just for him.
He'd let out a low grunt.
"What're you doing?"
Without looking up, you'd smile.
"Making you cookies, Si."
"...Hm."
That was all he'd say.
Then he'd push himself off the doorway and walk over behind you, wrapping his large arms around your waist and pulling your much smaller body against his chest. He'd bury his face in your curls, breathing in your familiar scent as he held you close.
In moments like these, Simon realized something he'd never thought possible.
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you could hear sukuna stumbling through your apartment, bumping into your coffee table before dramatically collapsing onto your couch, letting the cushions envelop him while he nuzzled into the pillows.
āsukunaā¦? itās 1am what the fuck are you doing out here?ā
āi missed you, sweetheart.ā he slurred out, reaching out to your form and missing by a mile before falling face first into your couch again.
āgood god youāre wasted.ā
ām notttā.ā
āletās get you to bed, yeah?ā
ānooo.ā he was whining with his face in the cushions now, slowly lifting himself up, his eyes glossed over and his lips jutted in a pout while he stared at you.
ācome on, big guy.ā you said, walking towards him while he swayed a little trying to get himself up.
āthatās not my name.āĀ
you moved close to him, slowly running your fingers though his hairāright before he dragged you onto the couch, crushing your head in his chest while he pressed wet kisses against your cheek.
ākuna ew you reek of alcohol!ā
āgods, why do you put up with me?ā he hushed out, nuzzling his face into your chest, mumbling against your shirt.
āwāwhat?ā you sputtered out, slowly patting his back while he sniffled against youābecause sukuna ryomen was always tougher than this.
rough around the edges, always stoic, it was strange to see him all teary eyed and needy in your grasp, planting sloppy kisses against your neck while he slurred about how perfect you were.
ātā good for me yāknow..ā
āoh? whatās this about, kuna?ā
āyouāre soo pretty and perfect and fuck i really donāt deserve you.ā
drunk minds speak sober thoughts, right? you were giggling to yourself, because it was ridiculousāryomen sukuna was everything you wanted in a person, serious, smart and with wits that knew no end, what was there not to love?
āoh ryoā¦ā
ādonāt sayāanything.ā
āi wonāt, ryo.ā you cooed, the nickname practically melting him into a puddle while he settled his cheek on your chest sniffling away while you ran your fingers through his blush coloured hair.
āi love you, kuna:
āiālove you too.ā he slurred, tripping over his own words before collapsing on you like a dead fish, holding you down underneath his warmth with his nose buried in the crook of your neck.
that was the first time sukuna had it in him to ever say he loved a personāit wouldnāt be the last, but if a couple of shots are what had him stumbling straight to your arms, you wouldāve gotten him drunk ages ago.
you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, still toying with his hair while he snored softly atop you, mumbling something about how he had to thank whatever force was up there that got him to you. and it was clear as day, frat president sukuna ryomen was just a sappy, pathetic loser.
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Rafe x reader have fun somewhere other than the 4th of July party.
It was a warm, hellish day in Figure Eight. The Kooks were already preparing for their annual Fourth of July blowout, and, knowing them, they werenāt doing anything halfway. Fireworks loud enough to be mistaken for explosions, a massive pool packed shoulder to shoulder, music blasting through expensive speakers, clouds of weed smoke hanging in the humid air, and enough alcohol to keep everyone partying until sunrise.
Meanwhile, you stood in front of your closet, surrounded by what felt like every article of clothing you owned, yet somehow none of it seemed right.
You wanted to ask Sarah what she thought, but sheād vanished hours ago with John B., leaving you to fend for yourself.
With an irritated sigh, you shoved a pile of clothes aside before your eyes landed on a tiny bikini tucked in the back of the drawer. You held it up, studying it for a moment before nodding to yourself.
āPerfect.ā
It hugged your body in all the right places without trying too hard. After all, it was the Fourth of July. Everyone would be wearing next to nothing anyway.
You tossed it onto your bed before digging through another drawer, pulling out a pair of faded denim shorts to throw over it later.
Just as you began folding them, a shadow appeared in your doorway.
You looked up to find Rafe Cameron lingering just outside your bedroom, one shoulder leaning lazily against the frame as if heād been standing there for a second.
āā¦Yes?ā you asked, raising an eyebrow. āCan I help you?ā
You barely looked at him before returning your attention to your clothes.
For a few seconds, he didnāt answer.
The silence made you glance back up.
Why was he justā¦ standing there?
Then it clicked.
Your older brother had asked him to come over earlier to help get the boats ready for the party. Whatever they were doing downstairs had apparently been interrupted.
Stillā¦
He was acting weird.
āAre you, uhā¦ā Rafe scratched the back of his neck, clearing his throat. āā¦gonna be wearing that?ā
His hand lifted awkwardly, pointing toward the tiny two-piece resting on your bed.
You blinked.
āā¦Yeah?ā Your brows furrowed. āWhy?ā
A beat of silence.
Your eyes widened slightly.
āWaitā¦ does it make me look trashy?ā
āNo.ā His answer came almost too fast.
He looked away before meeting your eyes again.
āNo, not at all.ā He rubbed the back of his neck again, suddenly finding the floor incredibly interesting. āYouāllā¦ uhā¦ā
Another pause.
āYouāll look great.ā
Before you could respond, he turned on his heel and disappeared down the hallway.
You stared after him for a long moment.
āā¦What the fuck does that even mean?ā you muttered under your breath.
With a small shake of your head, you forced yourself to focus on getting ready instead, trying to convince yourself the awkward interaction with Rafe Cameron meant absolutely nothing.
Stillā¦
For some reason, his words lingered in the back of your mind longer than they probably should have.
For now, you needed to finish the Fourth of July Jello shots youād promised your older brother would be done and chilling in the fridge hours ago.
You glanced at the clock.
āShit.ā
It was almost time.
Working as quickly as you could, you lined up the red, white, and blue shots on a tray before carefully sliding them into the refrigerator. Satisfied, you rushed upstairs, stripping off your clothes as you made your way to the shower.
ā
Not long after, you were finally ready.
The red and white bikini hugged your figure perfectly, while a pair of distressed denim shorts sat low on your hips. Your messy curls were swept into a high ponytail, a few loose strands framing your face. Freshly painted light pink toenails peeked out from your favorite sandals, and a few simple accessories completed the look without trying too hard.
The Cameron estate was already packed.
Music blasted from every corner of the backyard as laughter echoed over the water. The massive pool was overflowing with people, sun kissed bodies pressed together as they splashed around, drinks sloshing over the edges of red Solo cups. Fireworks occasionally cracked in the distance while the unmistakable scent of chlorine, sunscreen, weed, and alcohol lingered in the humid summer air.
Deciding to stay out of the chaos, for now, you settled into one of the lounge chairs beside the pool, lazily sipping on a tequila and Coke.
Unfortunately, that peaceful moment didnāt last long.
Topper wandered over with a drink in hand before dropping into the chair beside you.
At first, the conversation was harmless.
Then, after a few more drinks, it became painfully obvious he was drunk.
He sighed dramatically, staring into his cup as if it held all the answers to lifeās problems.
āY/Nā¦ā he slurred, turning toward you. āDo you think John B.ās better than me?ā
You couldnāt help letting out a small laugh.
āUhā¦ Topper,ā you said carefully, taking another sip of your drink. āYou really donāt want me to answer that.ā
His eyebrows pulled together.
āWhaāā
Before he could finish his sentence, a familiar voice cut him off.
Rafe approached the two of you, hands shoved into the pockets of his swim trunks, his sunglasses resting on top of his head as he glanced between you and Topper.
āTop, I think I just saw Sarah inside,ā Rafe said, a smug grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he lied straight through his teeth.
Topper, far too intoxicated to question it, perked up immediately.
āReally?ā
Without another word, he shot to his feet and hurried back toward the house, weaving through the crowd in search of her.
You frowned, watching him disappear inside.
āSarah isnāt even here,ā you said, glancing over at Rafe in confusion. āI wouldāve seen her. Iāve been here all day.ā
āI know.ā
His voice was calm as he slipped into the lounge chair Topper had just vacated.
Your brows knit together.
āYou actually wore it,ā he said with a quiet chuckle, his gaze shamelessly traveling over your body before finally meeting your eyes.
The intensity of his stare made your stomach flutter, and you instinctively looked away.
āI meanā¦ yeah.ā You shrugged, lifting your drink to your lips. āYou said Iād look great in it, didnāt you?ā
A small smirk spread across his face.
āYeah,ā he murmured. āI know what I said.ā
He leaned closer, close enough for you to catch the scent of sunscreen mixed with his cologne.
His long, slender fingers gently hooked beneath your chin, guiding your face back toward him until your eyes met.
āWearing those tiny shortsā¦ā His gaze dipped briefly before returning to yours. āā¦barely covering that perfect ass of yours, huh?ā
Heat rushed to your cheeks almost instantly.
Your breath caught as his teasing words settled between you, leaving you momentarily speechless while he seemed entirely too pleased with the reaction heād gotten.
Maybe you had worn the shorts to tease him. Maybe you wanted him to have his way with you in his room while everyone downstairs remained completely clueless, his hands gripping your hips as he relentlessly plunged his thick cock into your soaking cunt, muffling every desperate moan that threatened to escape your lips.
āY/N.ā
Rafeās voice broke through the haze in your mind.
āā¦Y/N.ā
He snapped his fingers once in front of your face, a teasing grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
āYou with me?ā
Your eyes blinked back into focus, heat immediately rushing to your cheeks as you realized youād completely zoned out.
āHuh?ā you mumbled.
āI asked if you were listening.ā
āOh yeah. Sorry.ā
Embarrassed, you reached for your drink and finished the rest of it in one long gulp, hoping the tequila would give you enough liquid courage to stop acting so flustered around him.
Rafe let out a quiet laugh, clearly amused by your reaction.
āThere she is,ā he teased.
āWhat?ā
āYouāve been staring at me like youāre trying to figure something out.ā
āI wasnāt.ā
āLiar.ā
The corner of his mouth curled into a knowing smirk as he pushed himself to his feet.
āCāmon,ā he said, holding a hand out toward you. āItās too loud out here.ā
You hesitated for only a second before slipping your hand into his, allowing him to lead you away from the crowded pool, the music and laughter fading behind the two of you as the tension between you grew with every step.
He led you to his room, which was surprisingly much cleaner than youād expected. For someone like Rafe, you had imagined clothes scattered across the floor and empty bottles shoved into every corner, but instead everything was neatly put away.
The moment the bedroom door clicked shut behind you, his lips crashed against yours.
His hands immediately found your waist before greedily sliding lower, grabbing a handful of your ass through the tiny denim shorts heād teased you about earlier. The kiss was hungry, almost impatient, as though heād been holding himself back all day.
Your breath hitched as he trailed slow, lingering kisses from your lips to your jaw, then down the side of your neck, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. He continued lower, pressing kisses along your collarbone until he reached the soft curve between your breasts, gently guiding you backward until the backs of your legs bumped against the edge of his bed.
Still holding your gaze, he dropped to his knees in front of you.
His fingers hooked beneath the waistband of your shorts, pausing as he looked up for permission.
You answered with a small, eager nod almost immediately, silently giving him the okay.
You needed him NOW.
He tugged both your shorts and bikini bottoms down your legs before gently pushing you back onto the bed. Without wasting another second, he spread your thighs apart and immediately buried himself between them, as if it had been his first meal in weeks.
His tongue traced slow, deliberate patterns against your slick clit, spelling out his own name as your hole clenched around nothing.
āAweā¦ look at this pretty fucking pussy,ā he murmured, his voice rough with desire.
He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly before pulling away just long enough to spit onto your entrance. One long finger slowly pushed inside you, earning a breathless whimper from your lips.
āMmhā¦ Rafeā¦ā
āThatās right, baby,ā he groaned. āSay my fucking name while I finger this perfect fucking pussy of yours.ā
His fingers began moving faster, curling with every thrust.
āAhā¦ fuckā¦ Iām so close.ā
The room sounded like something straight out of a porno. The slick sounds of your soaked pussy echoed throughout the room as he lapped at your cunt like a man starved.
āYeahā¦ thatās it,ā he praised against your skin. āCum for me like a good fucking slut.ā
He slipped a second finger inside you without warning, stretching you further as his pace quickened.
Your thighs trembled around him as pleasure crashed over you. Your legs shook uncontrollably while your body came undone on his fingers alone.
Heavy breaths and shaky moans filled the room as you struggled to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling while you slowly came back down from your high.
āIām not done with you yet, pretty baby,ā he murmured, his fingertips brushing over your overly sensitive skin, making you jolt beneath his touch.
He stood, tugging his pants down before wrapping a hand around himself, giving himself a few slow strokes.
You swallowed hard, your eyes widening.
āUhā¦ Rafeā¦ I donāt think youāre gonna fit.ā
A cocky grin spread across his face.
āThen weāll make it fit.ā
He leaned over you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before slowly guiding just the tip inside. A quiet moan slipped from your lips as you instinctively reached for him, your fingers gripping his shoulders.
He didnāt rush.
Instead, he took his time, pausing often to let you adjust, whispering reassurances whenever your expression tightened. Every few moments heād ask if you were okay, refusing to move any farther until you nodded.
After nearly fifteen minutes of patient preparation, he finally eased himself all the way inside, his forehead falling against yours as he let out a low groan.
āThere you goā¦ā he breathed. āYouāre doing so good for me.ā
Once he was sure you werenāt in pain, he began moving slowly, each careful thrust drawing another breathless sound from your lips.
āUghā¦ fuck, Rafeā¦ it feels so good.ā
āThatās my good fucking girl,ā he groaned, his grip tightening around your hips. āTake my cock just like that.ā
His pace gradually increased, the bed creaking softly beneath the two of you.
āThatās it, baby,ā he rasped. āDrain my fucking ballsā¦ itās all yours.ā
He let out a shaky laugh before shaking his head.
āBest fucking pussy in Figure Eight.ā
His filthy praise, paired with the steady rhythm of his hips, sent another wave of pleasure crashing through you. Your body tensed before finally giving in, pleasure washing over you as you clung to him.
āAw, fuckā¦ thatās it, baby,ā he groaned, slowing his movements as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss against your sweaty forehead, brushing a few damp curls away from your face while the two of you fought to catch your breath.
āGod, Y/Nā¦ā he whispered, still trying to catch his breath. āWhat the hell did you do to me? That was the best sex Iāve had in a long fucking time.ā
A smug smile tugged at your lips.
āI donāt know, Cameron,ā you whispered back teasingly. āYou tell me what Iām doing to you.ā
Before he could answer, a sharp knock echoed through the room.
His head snapped toward the bedroom door, annoyance immediately flashing across his face.
āWho the fuck is it?ā he called out.
āYo, man, sorry.ā Topperās muffled voice came from the other side of the door. āItās Topper. Have you seen Y/N? I couldnāt find Sarah, and I need to ask her something.ā
Rafe let out an irritated sigh before glancing down at you with an amused grin. He slowly pulled out, earning a quiet gasp from you as he reached for the blanket, quickly draping it over your body.
āNah,ā he called back casually. āHavenāt seen her.ā
He waited until Topperās footsteps faded down the hallway before looking back at you.
A quiet laugh escaped both of you.
āThat was close,ā you whispered.
āYouāve got no idea.ā
Shaking his head with a grin, he leaned down and captured your lips in another slow, lingering kiss, both of you trying, and failing, to hold back your laughter.
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He becomes incredibly needy, burying his face in the crook of your neck while his hands roam over your body.
One hand greedily squeezes your breast, as if heās afraid youād suddenly decide you donāt want him anymore.
Soft, desperate whines slip past his lips in a futile attempt to keep you from putting any distance between the two of you.
Right now, he needs you more than anything.
He canāt stop himself from picking you up and walking into your shared bedroom, kissing down your neck and melting when he hears the soft moans you let out, the sweet sound of your voice going straight to his cock, which pulses aggressively against his leg.
āBaby, I need you,ā he whimpers desperately.
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Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, bathing the room in a warm golden glow and illuminating the bowl filled with ingredients for Yujiās favorite cookies.
The first time youād baked for him was not long after you met. One bite was all it took for him to declare them the best cookies heād ever had, and ever since then, heād found every excuse imaginable to ask for another batch. Whenever he caught even the faintest scent of vanilla or chocolate chips, heād appear beside you with those hopeful puppy-dog eyes, shamelessly asking if you were making his favorites.
Today, you were feeling generous.
Behind you slowly wrapping his arms around your waist and digging his face into your neck to prep needy kisses making you giggle
With a quiet laugh, you tied your apron around your waist and reached for the whisk.
Why not make him happy?
Are those my favorites?ā Yuji asked, his eyes immediately lighting up as he spotted the tray of cookie dough on the counter.
You couldnāt help but laugh at his excitement. āThey are. Youāve been asking for them all week, so I figured Iād surprise you.ā
āSeriously?ā His face lit up even brighter. āBaby, youāre literally the best girlfriend anyone could ever ask for!ā
Before you could even respond, he rushed over and wrapped his arms around your waist, effortlessly lifting you off the ground and spinning you in a circle. Your laughter filled the kitchen as he peppered your cheeks, forehead, and nose with quick, messy kisses.
āYuji!ā you giggled, trying and failing to push him away.
āI love you,ā he mumbled between kisses. āSo much.ā
Kiss.
āYouāre amazing.ā
Kiss.
āYouāre the sweetest.ā
Kiss.
āAnd these cookies are gonna be so good.ā
You finally cupped his cheeks, laughing as he gave you one last exaggerated smooch.
āThe cookies arenāt even in the oven yet.ā
Yuji pouted dramatically before flashing you that familiar sunshine grin.
āDoesnāt matter. I already know theyāre gonna taste perfect because you made them.ā
