Ghoulyghoulsblog - 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖆𝖗

𖥔 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𖥔

⊹ being absolutely cock hungry and finally getting filled up

⊹ boyfriend!rafe spoiling you in every way

⊹ breaking in your new apartment with boyfriend!rafe

⊹ dom!rafe masturbating for you

⊹ fwb!rafe using you however way he wants

⊹ he loves to appreciate your tits

⊹ he texts you for a late night fuck

⊹ letting him fuck your mouth after a stressful day

⊹ mean!rafe ignores you all day so you make him apologise

⊹ knowing he has to ease you into it because he so big

⊹ rafe eating you out

⊹ rafe fucking you after you were being a brat

⊹ rafe teasing you until you're a whimpering mess

⊹ rafe using your pretty little holes however he wants

⊹ sending a ‘thank you’ vid with the present he got you while away

⊹ thanking rafe mid-sex because he feels too good

⊹ trying to be quiet as rafe fucks you early in the morning

⊹ when he needs you so bad he has to pull the car over

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞

You tap the red record button on your phone with your manicured finger, feeling your heart race with excitement as you position yourself provocatively; legs spread wide, tiny micro skirt hiked up on your hips. The sight of your glistening pussy turning you on even more as you grab for your vibrator.

The shiny heart shaped plug that has already been inserted into your tight puckered hole glints off the ring light sitting directly in front of you. Everything you’re capturing on your phone is being mirrored onto your big tv that hangs just above your wooden antique dresser. You loved watching yourself get off, maybe it was slightly narcissistic but you didn’t give a fuck.

At this point you had been doing only fans for a month and a half, ever since your mom decided she was leaving your step dad to go do some ‘self discovery’ in Europe with her new Bo; who she cheated on said step dad with, and since he was allowing you to continue to live in his house rent free, you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him for much else; thus leaving you to sign up to the porn sharing sight. It was a great source of income and not to mention the slight ego boost it caused from witnessing so many men and women fawn over you.

You’d start the process of getting yourself, the tripods and lighting ready once your step dad left to his evening country club visit, playing golf with his buddies was his way of “blowing off steam” as he had put it.

You’d wanted to tell him there were other ways of doing that, but Rafe had always intimidated you. It was a hot intimidation, the type that made your panties wet and had you finger fucking yourself to orgasm on late nights when the days memories of him would quickly flint through your mind.

Just like now, fucking yourself with your vibrating dildo as you think about your step dad. It never fails to get you off in minutes, it was your newest hyper fixation. The amount of step dad porn in your search history was embarrassing, you’d take it to the grave. I mean how screwed up are you to picture yourself naked and stuck in a washing machine or under a bed like all the lame ass troupes porn usually uses? But god if you didn’t pray to be stuck in a compromising position when he just so happened to get home.

“Lo, how many fuckin’ times have I told you to stop taking m— oh shit!” Rafe’s voice quickly cuts through the fantasy you were building up in your head.

“Oh fuck!” You squeak, throwing your dildo under your covers, as if that needed to be hidden more than your throbbing clit and dripping pussy that was being displayed in 4k on the big screen in front of you.

You quickly snap your legs shut, a loud slap echoing throughout the now, too quiet room.

Rafe is still standing there, in shock as he takes in the whole scene. Forget everything you said before, the compromising position shit was a total lie because right now you just want the floor to open up and swallow you whole.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Your step dad’s stern voice almost causes a whimper to slip past your lips, but not out of fear. It’s that fucking voice he uses when he’s trying to discipline you and it drives you crazy; the tone, the deep rasp. It made your body shutter and caused a bone tingling chill to crawl up your spine.

“I’m um, I’m not- I’m.” You fumble with your words as you try to think of an easy excuse, but nothing comes to mind that could explain what it looked like, the only choice you had was to tell the truth.

“I um, I’m filming something.” You manage to get the words out but it’s not exactly what you wanted to say, you’re not even sure what you wanted to say or how to word it in a way he’d understand.

“Yeah lo, no shit. I can see you’re filming! My question is why the fuck are you filming with your god damn legs open? Why are you playing with yourself in front of your camera, huh? You sendin’ this shit to one of your little boyfriends?” The use of your childhood nickname causes you to cringe, it’s a stupid fucking nickname your mom had called you since before you could talk, you were her lotus flower. Thankfully she had the good sense to shorten it to lo, that was probably one of the only solids she’s ever done for you.

“I don’t have a boyfriend rafe, I’m filming it for my only fans, okay?” The tone of your voice is frail and pathetic, you can’t even meet his eyes. You’re so embarrassed yet so turned on and you’re trying your best to keep it together but he’s not making it easy. His white button up hugs at his muscles deliciously and most of them are undone to just below his chest, the gold necklace you picked out for him sits between his pecs and the blue slacks and black belt he has on work perfectly together. But as you continue to observe your step dad you can’t take your eyes off the very obvious bulge in his pants. Oh god, you were gonna do something stupid, you felt the impulsive urge to throw yourself at him. I mean, he clearly enjoyed what he was seeing, so why not?

“Only fans? Jesus lo, you have a fuckin only fans? Since when?” His brows are furrowed and he’s licking at his bottom lip as he awaits your answer.

“Just for a few weeks.” You say, doing your best to justify the whole situation. You stand up onto your feet that are adorned with white knee high socks, your skirt did absolutely nothing to cover your pussy or ass, and the skimpy see through shirt that is tied together like a slutty school girl uniform shows off much more than it covers.

You move closer to him, still keeping a safe distance but his boner has given you a new confidence to poke fun at him a bit.

“Fuck. You need to stay over there, alright?” His jaw clenches and his hands tighten into fists at his sides as if he’s trying his best to keep them to himself.

“Why? You don’t want help with that big problem in your pants?” You know you’re pushing boundaries now, but you’re a fucking brat, so what?

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Is all he manages to get out before his jaw clenches again, even tighter.

“Says who?” You whisper, untying your top and letting it slip off your shoulders , before pooling around your feet.

“Your fuckin’ mom, for one.” He huffs, like he knows it’s not a good enough reason, considering she cheated on him and then left the country.

“Your wife who fucked some other guy and then ran off?” You know your words are blunt and the wound is still fresh, but if he wanted to use you to get back at her, you’d let him. Whatever it took to finally get what you’ve been feening for. His cock.

“Careful lo, you don’t know what you’re getting your little ass into.” He chuckles and the sound goes straight to your cunt. It’s so deep and dangerous, thrill shoots through your body.

“I’m not little and I’m not a kid. I’m a grown woman and I know exactly what I want.” You unzip the side of the skirt and toss it somewhere to be dealt with later, leaving you fully bare for your step dad.

“And what do you want?” He asks huskily, looking down at you as you invade his space.

“You.” Is all you have to say before he’s moving forward, quickly breaking the gap he’d set and smashing his lips into yours in a rough and desperate manner. He grabs the backs of your thighs and hauls you up, without a second thought you wrap your legs around his waist. One of his hands finds a home on your exposed ass, and before you can even process that you’re in Rafe’s arms, kissing him and being groped on; he brings his palm down, roughly smacking the sensitive skin and making it jiggle in his palm. You moan at the contact and begin eagerly canting your hips against his hard bulge, desperately trying to find some kind of friction.

“Rubbin’ your little cunt on me like a bitch in heat?” He teases, but the words do nothing to help how fucking horny you are.

“I’m sorry, just want you so bad.” You whine as he begins walking you over towards your bed before roughly tossing you back down onto your fluffy white duvet, his movements are just as quick and eager, as he settles between your spread thighs.

His lips taste like coconut and the cigars he smokes on occasion, it’s fucking intoxicating. At this point you can’t help the whimpers and whines that drip from your lips.

“How long, hm? How long have you wanted this?” He asks, his tone is now serious and his eyes are intense and almost vulnerable, which surprises the shit out of you.

“I think I’ve wanted this since the day I met you.” You confess, and you remember that day clearly. It was only three years ago but you had just graduated high school and your mom had invited him over for dinner. You thought he was cute, but didn’t think much of it until he began coming around more often than not.

“Fuck, all this time I could’ve had you?” He sounds disappointed, and you guess in a way it makes sense considering the wasted time he’d spent with your mom.

“You can have me now.” You whisper before running your tongue over his opened lips, licking him like a playful puppy.

“I am, and I’m gonna tear this little pussy open.” He growls into your ear before he begins sucking bruises into your neck, the moans you let loose are ravenous, almost feral.

He makes haste at removing his belt and slacks, letting them pool over his shoes before kicking them all off into a pile on your floor.

He slaps the tip of his cock against your needy clit with a sigh of relief.

“Next time I’m gonna have you on your knees gagging on this cock, but right now I need to fuck this pretty little hole.” He makes show of slapping his tip against your opening and then slipping it in. He stays like that for awhile, going no further then the end of his mushroom shaped tip, and you’re about to scream from the teasing, but before you can scold him he gives you one brutal thrust, making him instantly bottom out to the hilt.

“Oh fuck.” You groan as your eyes roll back.

“Mmm, that’s it. Take this fuckin dick.” He huffs as his gaze continues to stay locked on yours. His hands are everywhere, he’s completely filling all your senses and you still can’t get enough.

“Just a desperate little thing for your step daddy, aren’t you?” He grits through clenched teeth as his thrusts speed up, he then grabs the backs of your thighs and pushes your knees to meet your shoulders.

“Holy shit, that’s so deep!” You sob from how spread out he has you and how perfectly he’s hitting that sweet spot.

“Yeah, I am fucking deep, can see that shit poking through your stomach. Fuck.” His hand leaves your thigh to rub at the bulge in your lower belly, then he begins slightly pushing down as his thrusts grow more wild and relentless. “Pussy’s so fucking tight and wet for me, baby. Mmm, so perfect.”

The pressure on your lower stomach has your toes curling in your socks, you can feel the orgasm on the horizon and a strange build up of fluid can be heard each time your step dad thrusts into you. You feel as if you might pee yourself, it’s a feeling you’ve never experienced and holy fuck…

“Oh fuck yeah!” Rafe groans when a splash of liquid hits the base of his cock and splashes up towards his abs, “damn, that’s fucking sexy. Did you know you can squirt?” His lips are now hovering over yours and there’s a satisfaction and cockiness in his eyes.

“No, I didn’t. I um, I’m sorry.” He lifts his head from the kisses he was placing on your jaw and when you meet his gaze, the look on his face is serious, almost scary.

“Don’t apologize, Lo. I love when I can make a woman squirt. It’s fucking beautiful.” He looks down examining the mess you made before he’s picking his thrusts back up, slamming into you so roughly you begin unintentionally running away from him, being scooted up towards the headboard with every animalistic buck of his hips.

The moans he lets out while he pumps you full of his come, causes you to clench around him, milking him of every drop.

“Fuck that was…wow.” He huffs, before dropping down onto your body in exhaustion. He’s sweaty, and his body is like a furnace but you welcome the feeling of him practically crushing you.

“How was that for you?” He asks gently, his fingers holding your chin in a stern grip.

“The best I’ve ever had, honestly.” You don’t miss the flicker of possessiveness that leaves just as fast as it appeared.

“Alright,” he sighs with a slap to your thigh. “I’m gonna clean this shit up and put your little equipment away. You go to my room and start the bath, get the jets running and I’ll meet you in there.” His demand has you scrambling to your feet to obey, although your legs are still shaky and there’s a limp in your walk, which causes Rafe to smirk that cocky fucking smirk.

He pulls you back by your arm before you’re able to make it out into the hall.

“I’m letting you know now, that since I’ve had a taste I’m not fucking letting you go. Hope you’re not too sore, cause I’m not done.”

a/n: thank you to my baby @xxbimbobunnyxx for encouraging me to write for Rafe. I was so nervous to write for someone new, but this was so fun! <3

any more thoughts on puppy art.. please. only if u want to though haha !! (please?)

ohh u guys love your darling little lapdog huh?

LAPDOG ART DONALDSON! fem!reader

▸ a drooler. nosing his head between your legs n he's already salivating. he's so cute like that. face smushed between your thighs, panting as spit pools in his mouth, nose twitching like a cute little bunny at the scent of your arousal. taking the trim of your panties between his teeth, dragging it down inch by inch. quivering because he just wants to rip them off but the last time he did that he tore your nice lacy lingerie and u didnt touch him for a week. when he eats you out he laps at your cunt like an eager puppy. comes away absolutely glistening. dripping, even. your juices n his saliva smearing his cheeks, his nose, dribbling down his chin.

▸ bigggg on humping. obviously. when you're too busy to give him attention he'll just shuffle over onto your lap and just start rubbing up against you. he's ridden out the best orgasms that way; creaming in his already-sodden boxers as slick gets all over ur thigh. he likes to do it when you're working or when you're on a call (you always punish him best that way). oftentimes you'll wake up at night to slick sheets—finding him grindin up against you, moaning and whimpering. a sleepy, boneless mess on your knee. he'll already have gotten himself off thrice before he tries to wakes you, just to be safe (you might take it away from him, after all). ▸ teething.... grown ass man teething... gnawing on your shoulder to stop himself from crying out when you let him fuck you.. nibbling your bottom lip red n raw when you kiss.. slobbering all over your mouth. during sex if you tease him he'll start to chew anxiously at the end of ur bra strap, the hem of your shorts, your panties if you keep him waiting too long. sometimes randomly takes your hand by the wrist and takes a fake chomp out of it (affectionate).

▸ not beyond jus being your lil stress relief toy. coming back home and he's been so good for you. he won his match. he's cooked dinner. but you don't have time for any of that. "oh, baby, don't give me that look. cock out, now." and he makes a little mewling noise and immediately his shorts are a crumpled puddle on the floor—raging boner popping out, all swollen n red n leaking bc hes been waiting for you for hours. ▸ sighing, telling him to sit and so he does. legs spreading wide on the couch, blinking up at u in earnest neediness. and when you sink onto his cock he makes this insane, visceral whining noise—back arcing off the seat. ▸ cockwarmer? more like cuntwarmer. you tell him don't move and don't cum. an impossible ask. he's pawing at your back, whimpering when your only response is to lean back heavier, sinking your full weight down on his poor, poor cock. n it feels soso good but he only lasts two minutes on a good day! let alone when you're switching the tv on and settling back into him like he's part of the couch. occasionally your hips jump, walls pulsing tight, choking his sensitive dick. you're grinding down into his lap and he's twitching inside of u and hot tears are prickling his eyes—fingers digging into your thighs, trembling.

▸ time ticking on.. the coil of heat in his gut winding tighter n tighter.. art's cheeks are flushed and hes wetting the back of your shirt with his silent tears. he persists, though, because he's good. he's gonna be a good boy for you. and it works! for a time, when you seem like you've almost forgotten your pussy is strangling his cock and you're only rolling your hips occasionally, sending warm thrums of pleasure through him. lulling him into a false sense of security.

▸ until all of a sudden you decide to be mean and for whatever reason you lift your hips before slamming them back down again, and his sharp gasp and slurred mewls perfectly cue the geyser that erupts from his slit.

▸ not even letting him cum inside you.. sliding off his spurting cock thats blowing cum like a volcano. hot, sticky strings arcing in the air and splattering all over the carpet, the couch cushions. his eyes glazing over, all glassy n sparkly as he crumples back in the couch, blubbering tearful apologies as his cock leaks like a faucet, staining the poor, new pillows.

▸ adores aftercare. or just your comfort in general. please rest your hand against his cheek and let him sigh and melt and nuzzle into the palm of your hand like you're taking the weight of the world off his shoulders. tug gently on his hair. scratch his scalp. let him curl up on your lap and pat him and coo sweet nothings in his ear. simple things, like "sweet baby, did so good today." or "tired puppy. took mommy so well."

▸ "fuck— m'sorry. m'sorry, m'sorry—" "hey, shh, darling. aw, don't cry. mommy's got you. how bout you curl up on momma's lap, kay?" "..mkay."

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader. husband nanami, whiney nanami, brēeding, cowgirl, mdni. adding to this

riding nanami so good that it makes him want to propose. focusing his weight purely on his rocking chair, the continuous creaks sing as you’re rutting back and forth. “s- sweetheart,” he slurs in a dreamy tune, a baritone-like rasp falling on his words. one hand of his grips toward your waist, tracing a thumb against the pretty curvature of your torso. whining yourself, you lean in toward his neck to bury your face near the crook, but he makes you collapse back. “no, no. don’t hide from me, wanna see those eyes,” and as gentle, mahogany irises meet your own, he groans. “good girl, my good girl. jus’ keep lookin’ at me, yeah.”

“kennnn,” you whimper, the repetitive dragging of your hips scratching a bittersweet carnal itch near the insides of your brain. his body heat was scorching hot, you thought you were gonna melt. the insatiable skin slapping against skin makes you deliriously numb, you want more. with your loose jaw hanging itself open, drooping—you lean in to lick a stripe up his neck. “fuck, ‘s good. mhm,” and each time you slam back and forth against him, he kisses his teeth. nanami’s sweating profusely, he barely even notices though because his entire attention’s focused on you. his pretty girl. although, the moment you start to dip your hips in a deep circular rotation, he tosses his head back.

“fuckin’ s- shittt,” he swears, and even his curses sounded so blissful . . sinful. for the first time in forever, nanami whines. the palm of his hand then closes in on your ass to give it a good firm squeeze. with fawn strands covering his eyes, he starts to shake. with his hefty chest heaving and a needy tone pouring from his voice, his gaze meets yours once more. “marry me, m- marry me, i need you to be my wife, please.”

an eyebrow of yours quirk upward at his words as a smile pierces its way against your spit-slicked lips. you throw your arms over his broad shoulders before giving him a sweet reply.

“hm?” and your hips had him going insane—the tempo, it was just right. not too fast nor too slow. the centers of your jittery knees bury itself into the sides of the chair before you whisper into his ear. “did you forget, baby? ‘m already your wife.”

nanami moans, your voice was enough to make him spasm right then and there—you sounded so sweet but your insides felt even sweeter.

your sloppy cunt grips against him tight like a vice, simply clinging onto him for dear life. within each pull and bounce against his lap, your walls were so gummy and goopy. it was just tantalizing. you were nothing but a tease and he only craved for more as each second passes.

taking in every inch of his thick cock, you hold back a noise yourself. digging the edges of your teeth into your bottom lip to suppress an incoming squeal, you kiss his neck — it was slow, you create a soft trail of butterflies with your lips. marking his neck with your own wings that press against your mouth.

“hah, oh . . are we?” he responds, panting. with a hand still glued to your hip like it’s made of adhesive, his eyes meets his ring finger. you and him were definitely still married. he groans, feeling a lump in his throat equivalent to the size of a saucer. “ah, forgive me sweetheart. ‘m sorry, y- your hips are just so..”

he doesn’t even bother trying to finish his trembling sentence before his cock kisses up against your g-spot once more. not just an ordinary kiss though, a french kiss.

it’s sloppy, passionate, and exquisitely thorough.

tangled fingers of yours claw at his cerulean blue dress collar. with cobwebs and cobwebs of slick saliva sloshing against each mouth — he huffs, shivering from your hands to roam further down his work shirt he wore. nanami was sexily slouched back, two thighs spread open for you with a single leg bouncing up and down in anticipation.

oh, he was close. his base sags and hangs as you’re rutting against him quicker and quicker. with a nice amount of fingers scraping through his hair and toying your fingertips with his scalp, you dip your tongue further into his mouth. “m- my love,” he purrs, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard him so whiney. his voice was melodic at most, each breaking syllable making the throbbing between your legs intensify. “don’t stop, please—i love you, i love you.”

“i love you too ‘ken,” you babble, feeling the elastic stretch curve and pull through your walls.

your lips part and you moan before feeling him hold your waist tight. nanami groans against your ear and it’s so low that it was almost a mere growl. it could have easily been mistaken as a growl with the raspiness in his voice. with your knees continuing to plow deeper into the chair, bouncing back and forth, he spanks you, again, and again, and again.

nanami’s about to come, you know once his prettily blown irises roll wayyy back until he’s seeing white and his thin brows curl into a proper furrow.

each sloppy bounce against his lap punctuates so good that he’s barely able to hold his moans back by now. you had him hooked. his faint poking dimples press together as he tries to speak, but instead of words, another dragging whine escapes. leaning up against his ear, your warm breath tickles his lobe. “c’mon, kento. cum in me, ‘s okay. make a mess in me, baby.”

“f- fuck, lee talk to me just like that, sweetheart ‘n i might,” he replies back in a shaky tone, feeling a chill reside up his spine.

your cunt’s addictive warmth was preparing to milk him for all that he’s worth. as he clenches down on his jaw for the umpteenth time, his grip against your waist tightens. “ugh, ‘s gonna be so much. so much for you, my sweet l- love,” and as he’s rambling, a thick load abruptly shoots into your core, dribbling into your womb. it’s hot, and when it rains it pours. nanami swallows thickly, the same lump that lived in his throat was now forming into a ball. your hips steadily slow down and you glance down to see the lewd mess emitting deeply into you. it’s so much—it’s velvety, creamy ropes of cum that quickly fill you up to the very top. as his tip spits such sloppy amounts of seed into your starved cunt, he bites his lip. “oh, ‘s still comin’ out. forgive me, ‘m givin’ you all of me, princess.”

with a soft smile, you kiss near the crevice of his mouth where a tiny crinkle caresses and marinates against his soft features. “don’t apologize for being dirty, ken. ‘s okay.” and his face softens at your words. nanami feels his body shudder with heat from how gentle you were with him.

you’re clinging onto him dry and he’s still pumping you full of ridiculous inches—featuring his beloved, syrupy textured cum. it’s a whopping amount that he could barely process how much he’s gifted to you until he actually looks down. the moment chest deflates, the sensitive crown head of his cock gives your sweetest spot its final chaste kiss. satisfied with being filled to the very brim, you don’t get off just yet. instead, you remain there, gently brushing your hips forward.

“m- marry me,” he repeats, his voice cracking.

nanami hears the squelches and spurts your own pussy makes from the residue of cum spewing from the undersides of your legs. “ah,” and he grips your chin, attempting to kiss you but his lips instead reach toward your chin. you worn him out, he’s barely even reaching your mouth and it’s cute. nanami’s got hooded half lidded eyes and a pried open mouth. he’s almost drooling for you, that’s how whipped you had him. “be my wife, i need you.”

kissing his cheek, you smile at his current pussy drunken state. taking a mental image to savor this moment forever, a thumb brushes its way against his tender cheek. “i'm your wife already, silly,” and his eyes dramatically roll back in rapture again. nanami’s releases always last long, and he’s still getting over it. his dick twitches from the sound of your voice, and he wanted more of his sweet sweet wife. the feeling of your sopping walls squeezing him for every ounce of cum he’s got makes him grunt. it feels so good that it’s almost heavenly. it’s warm and insanely sticky — oozing in ropey wads from your hole before trickling all near his lap. “all yours, ken.”

“all m- mine,” he repeats breathlessly, gently grabbing your wrist up to his mouth.

with a sheepish exhale leaving his lips, a free hand slithers its way toward your tummy. sighing deeply, nanami makes direct eye contact. “my love,” he repeats for a final time, and you gasp once he suddenly pulls out.

pouting for a second at feeling empty, he makes you lie flat on your back. nanami’s got a feral look in his eyes, broad shoulders raising up and down and messy unkempt strands all in his face, he wants one thing tonight and it’s you.

as he spreads your quavering legs open with a single hand, he then creeps two fingers toward your stuffed cunt to smear his cum near your entrance. “since we’re already married, let me g- give you a baby, sweetheart. you’d be such a good m- mommy.”

Don’t know if you’re taking request, but imagine modern college au where Toji has baby Megumi (the mother isn’t in their life) and reader, his girlfriend, have class together but has to bring Megumi along cause he has no babysitter or they cancelled, so while sitting on the back seat of the class, Megumi is playing with you hair for attention and so you pick him up and hold him and Megumi kicks his legs happy while he draws you all, as a big happy family UGH

IM GOINF TO DIEEEEEE THIS IS SO PRECIOUS AUGH

And secretly, you’re kind of glad when Megumi’s babysitter cancels, because the little boy is so sweet and so well behaved it’s like he’s not even there anyways, and yet you still adore spending time with him. So when Toji knocks on your door to pick you up, and there’s a tiny Megumi in his arms, he rolls his eyes as you squeal and take Megumi into your own arms, who instinctively wraps his around you.

“Yeah, hug him before me, how nice of ya,” he scoffs, but he smiles as you press a loving kiss to his lips.

“Not his fault I like him more than you,” you coo.

He snorts and grabs your book bag from the ground, carrying it as you make baby small talk with Megumi- what he colored the other day, the pretty kitty he saw on the walk to you, and the new highest number he learned to count to; which, he eagerly displays as you conclude your walk to class.

“You’re so smart, megumi!” You praise, nuzzling his nose with yours while Toji holds the door open for you both. You’re quick to make your way to the back, plopping down on the double table. “Baby, hold megumi for a sec?” You ask, and when Toji takes Megumi back into his arms, you take off your hoodie to lay it on the ground as a slight cushion. “There. Come get comfy Megumi!”

The small boy is let out of his father’s hold and makes his way to the hoodie, sitting down quietly before blinking his big eyes at you and Toji.

“I got your coloring books hold on,” Toji says, taking his own seat as he opens his bag. He pulls out a box of crayons, slightly worn from use, and a big coloring book, filled with dragons and knights for him to fill in. Megumi’s eyes light up as his father passes him the book, and he immediately goes to work.

The class starts like normal. No one says much about Megumi being there, an occasional smile or gesture for a high five from the small boy, but no one bats a negative eye. Megumi’s small but quiet, he’s a good kid who plays with his own toys and sits in place. No one really minds his company- especially not you.

Professor drones on for hours, talking about something you can’t pay attention to- you’re too busy playing with Megumi’s hair, carding the black locks and smiling down at him as he nuzzles into your touch. You’ll get the notes from toji later. You’ve got more important things to take care of.

It isn’t until megumi uncharacteristically stands up with a few crayons in his hand and reaches a hand up to stroke your head, smoothing down any hairs. You turn to him with a smile, patting your lap for him to crawl into, which he does eagerly. You flip your notebook to a random blank sheet- definitely making a note to get a rundown from Toji later- and let him color anything his heart desires. You bury your face into his tiny head of hair and gently rock both of you back and forth, only to smile when you feel Toji’s big, warm hand lay on your back, thumb smoothing up and down your spine. Megumi’s legs dangle and swing happily as he colors, occasionally humming in thought quietly.

The professor finally, after two hours, concluded his lesson, bidding you all farewell and dismissing the class. You stretch and take a peek over to Toji’s messy notes, and you chuckle and lean over to press a kiss to his cheek. “Pay extra close attention so you could teach me, huh?”

He snorts and turns his head to kiss your lips, “you had the kid, I knew your ass wasn’t going to pay attention. Besides- I can always tutor you later,” he chuckles.

You swat his chest with a laugh before turning back to Megumi, “what did you draw, lovey? Can we see?”

You see Megumi ponder for a moment, eyes looking down in thought before he looks up at you and nods quietly. When you open your notebook again, you nearly cry from the drawing.

It’s the three of you- toji drawn as a big square, you, a triangle, and Megumi a small circle. The two of them have dark scribbles to represent their hair, but Megumi took the liberty of being extra careful coloring your hair, making it look nice and pretty. You’re all encapsulated in a big, pink, messy heart that almost fills up the entire page.

“Who’s that?” Toji asks, pointing at a small circle between you and Megumi.

“Mr. Moo,” he says simply, referring to his tiny stuffed cow he sleeps with at night. Toji hums in acknowledgment, but you’re too busy burying your face against Megumi’s, kissing his tiny cheeks and squishing him close. He wraps his arms around you, merely out of instinct.

“Can I have it, Megumi?” You ask, and when the small boy nods, toji scoffs in offense.

“Hey. You got the last one- this one’s mine!” He argues.

“Uhhh, actually, you get Megumi all the time, so I call dibs on all his drawings,” you say back. “It’s a fair trade.”

“I’ll show you a fair trade,” he grumbles, but he leans down to pick up your bag all the same. “Come on. I need a coffee.”

“C’n I have donut?” Megumi asks.

“Why not?” Toji shrugs. “You were good today.”

“He’s good every day,” you hum happily.

suguru, being the great actor that he was, didn't like to improvise or fake scenes; they weren't authentic, and he couldn't get his creative juices flowing whenever he did.

it just didn't work that way for him, especially when it came to sex scenes. he didn't wear the cover-ups he was given or the fake "sweat" they tried to spray on him from time to time. he took pride in his work and made sure to take advantage of that when it came to you.

he had a crush on you, and just like everyone else, he was ecstatic the first time he found out he was going to be working with you, and you were too, with how good of an actor he was, along with his good looks.

a friendship blossomed, and you all got familiar with the way the other person worked, including suguru and sex scenes. you were nervous the first time you heard about the way he did things. he didn't fake things; he actually fucked on set. with other people watching, you weren't sure if you were going to be able to do that, but with enough convincing, it happened… multiple times.

it didn't just stop on set; it went right into the bedroom, and you can say for certain that the sex itself was off the fucking rails. he knew how to fuck and how to make you feel good. by the three month mark of being in between your legs and inside your pussy every night, he knew every spot on your body that had you gripping at the sheets and moaning his name.

suguru didn't know how this happened or why yall were fucking off set; all he knew was that it felt too good for him to stop, and yall were in too deep for it to stop any time soon. it was magical and everything he ever wanted.

he didn't do this with any of his other co-stars, but you were the exception because of how badly he craved you. all his thoughts from when he was young up until now were consumed by you, so of course he was going to find a way to be in your panties every chance he got.

the way your bodies synced up and blocked the sound of everything else while y'all were on set, that's when he knew that you were the one for him. you matched his nasty too well, and he wasn't going to let it go, and he didn't; he snatched and bagged you up successfully.

it wasn't a surprise to your fans or the crew members when you announced you were together; the chemistry was too much for it to pass through. just the way the two of you looked at each other and felt each other up on the tv screen was enough to tell everyone what needed to be said without any words.

at first, people thought it was just amazing acting and PR from the show, but from the way he felt you up and the slick comments while answering comments to the sex scenes that were obviously real, everyone saw through the bullshit and couldn't just cover it up.

anytime suguru would tell someone the method, they would tell him no and that it wasn't for them, which was obviously valid. who wanted to fuck in front of a bunch of people, but for you, you gave it a chance, because why the fuck not? it turned into the best sex you've had in years, not caring if everyone was there or not, and all you had to do was match his freak.