(Before I go on, I want to remind you guys that this chapter is 16+, meaning it contains mature themes. I implore you to only read if you are 16 years old or older, or if you can handle these kinds of themes maturely. If you are offended by any of the mature themes seen in this chapter, please do not report this book, seeing as you have been warned beforehand and your choice to read it anyway is entirely your own. I am also not condoning underage sex or sexual actions. Just because you see it occurring here does not make it okay for you to replicate it in the real world.)

Swift
Exams were finally over. School was out and I was finally free. Senior year finally came to an end, and college was the next step. But I had a long time to figure that out. Right now, I just wanted to go home and celebrate.

My parents threw a huge party the night after the graduation ceremony. A few friends came over with presents-one also brought a bottle-shaped paper bag-and my dad busted out the stereo we rarely used for anything other than parties. Family friends stopped by to congratulate me on my success in graduating.

That night I wore a blue felt cocktail dress with no sleeves. My hair was curled and laid nice on my shoulders, framing my face. My mom applied my makeup for me, painting my lips wine red in the process. My dad decorated me with jewelry.

A table had been laid out in the kitchen, filled with food and drinks. A large bowl was filled to the brim with cherry punch, ice cubes floating aimlessly around the top. Chips and veggie platters surrounded it, and next to those were several platters of finger sandwiches.

The entire night was a blast. The food was amazing and the punch tasted pretty great, despite the strange aftertaste. I found myself going back for more several times throughout the night. I probably had about ten or more glasses total.

It was around midnight when the party finally died down and everyone went home. I said goodbye to everyone before they left, and held the door until everyone had cleared out. I felt a little strange, like someone had spun me around several times. I felt really loopy too...Everything seemed a bit hilarious. Still, I helped my parents clean up before heading upstairs to lie down.

On the way up to my bedroom, I noticed the paper bag one of my friends brought sitting in the middle of the stairway. I grabbed the neck of the bottle, and the smell of alcohol floated up to my nose instantly. I cringed a little bit and brought it back downstairs to the trash can. Once it was taken care of, I continued my journey upstairs.

I opened the door and found Swift in his usual attire, a huge grin on his face. "Ah, there she is. The high school graduate has finally arrived. Congratulations~" he chimed as soon as the door was shut behind me. I rolled my eyes and walked into his arms while my own went around his neck. We kissed almost instantly, a familiar routine. His arms tightened around me and he twirled me around a little as I giggled into the kiss.

Before he could set me down, My legs wrapped around his torso tightly. I didn't want him to set me down just yet. Sensing what I had in mind, one of his arms moved down and supported my bottom while the other went into my hair. Then he started moving somewhere. I was too focused on his lips to really care.

His body suddenly went down, taking me along with him. His hand was replaced with his lap and my knees were moved to his sides. I realized that Swift just sat down on the bed to make things easier. The cloth under my knees clued me in.

Our mouths clashed together in heat, a battle of lips and tongue. He was quick to win, tongue sliding into my mouth and wrestling with my own. My cheeks felt hot and a ball of nerves started gathering in my lower abdomen. My mind went numb and all I could focus on was him.

My fingers slid up his chest and around his shoulders, teasing the opening of his jacket and tugging it open. An animalistic growl left his lips as he moved his hands away from me to shrug off the fabric.

My heart jumped when I suddenly felt Swift's hands on my hips, grabbing at the fabric of my dress. The cool feeling of his fingertips against my skin as he pushed the dress up, revealing my slip. My face went flush and the bundle of nerves in my gut got tighter.

Swift finally pulled away from my lips and moved down to my neck. His hands started to move up my slip, pushing it until it sat on my hips. I could feel the cool air of the room brush against my thigh, and I shivered.

His teeth grazed the skin of my collarbone, pulling at the thin flesh. He nipped and sucked at my throat, probably leaving bright purple bruises for everyone to see. I gasped a little when he suddenly moved down, lips sucking at the area just above my cleavage.

I felt his hands as they moved between my thighs and backside, groping the soft flesh and squeezing roughly. But when one hand moved up underneath my dress and gently squeezed my left breast, I couldn't help but moan in pleasure.

I felt something stiff against the inside of my leg. Curious but oblivious, I moved a hand down and brushed along Swift's jeans. It was hard, pushing against the fabric of his zipper. It clicked then, what the object was. My eyes widened.

Then, he pushed away. His hands pressed against my shoulders, holding me still at an arm's length away from him. I felt my heart drop. My hands, now off of his body and frozen in front of me, dropped slowly into my lap.

"I'm sorry..." I murmured, my mind catching up with me finally. Of course, he wouldn't want this with me. I was an idiot for thinking that there was a chance he would...

I think it was my disheartened look that caused Swift to bring me back. He brought me close to his chest, resting his chin on my head. I gripped at his shirt tightly, biting down on my lip to keep myself composed.

"I know you want to do this with me. I'm honored, but...you're not acting like yourself," He whispered, loosening his grip and dropping his hands slowly to my hips. He adjusted my slip and the dress, settling them back over my thighs.

"You're tipsy. I could smell it on your breath when you walked in. Were you drinking downstairs?" I shook my head vigorously.

"No...No alcohol...All I drank was punch..."

"Ah. Someone must have spiked it when you weren't looking. Did you see anyone bring a bottle of some kind?"

I thought back to my friend and the bag on the stairs. I nodded slowly and Swift laughed wholeheartedly.

"Figures. And despite how much I wanna fuck you against the wall right now, I want to do it when you're sober and a little bit older. When you're thinking with your head."

I sighed and pulled back enough to look him in the eyes. "Didn't take you punks for the gentlemanly type," I replied, crossing my arms. He chuckled and leaned in close.

"Don't think I'll let you get away with that, sexy. Trust me, when we actually do it, I'll show you why I'm not a gentleman~"

Rebel
Watching TV seemed to be a popular pastime for Rebel and I. We'd often waste away our evening watching whatever came on first or flipping through channels until we found something interesting. Tonight was no different. Well, at least it wasn't supposed to be.

I was lazily resting on Rebel's chest as he watched the TV, back against his plastron and my head tucked just underneath his neck. His chin rested on my scalp, and one arm draped loosely around my waist. It was around 1:00 in the morning, but ever since summer break ended, I haven't had to worry about going to bed on time.

As much as I loved watching TV with Rebel, I was quickly getting pretty bored with the show. He seemed to be as well, gradually shifting his eyes to the clock more and more. He was probably going to leave pretty soon...

I turned around in his arms, pressing my cheek against his shoulder. I could feel the vibrations in his skin as he chuckled and maneuvered me into a comfortable position. "Getting tired?" he asked, to which I shook my head.

I pressed my lips to his skin, kissing the base of his neck. He let out a low rumble in response that sent shivers down my skin. I kissed a bit higher, and got the same response. Next thing I knew, I was peppering his whole neck with kisses. I moved up to his jawline, then back down to his collarbone, then over to his other shoulder. The rumbles that vibrated through his sternum reminded me of purring almost.

His hands went around to gently grip my hips, pulling my lower half closer to his. I paused for a moment, letting out a sigh. This was actually happening...

I craned my neck up and began to kiss along his jawline while his hands roamed my sides and hips. I planned on moving up to his lips at a bit of a slower pace, but he got impatient and bent his head down, catching my lips with his own.

At this point, his hands began to roam a bit lower than my hips. I gasped against his lips when I felt his hands grabbing at my rear, groping them gently. He took my gasp as an opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, pressing mine down and exploring freely.

I opened my eyes just a little bit and found his half-lidded, staring back at me. His hands continued to grope me, and while I usually wasn't the type to enjoy that kind of touching, Rebel was an exception to the rule.

I ran my hands down his chest and grabbed his ripped vest, tugging it down his arms. He moved his hands away from me to remove it, but went right back to groping me. I felt my throat tighten as I realized what was about to go down.

I went to remove my top, but before I could I heard a noise somewhere down the hall. I pulled away for just a moment and looked up, noticing my parent's bedroom door was open. My eyes widened and I ducked back down, grabbing a blanket from off the floor and tossing it over both of us.

"Hey, what's goin' on?" He whispered, moving his hands up to my sides. I laid my head against the pillow above him, pretending to sleep.

"Someone's up. Just be still for a minute," I whispered back, glancing up at the sound of footsteps approaching us.

I watched with a horror-stricken expression as my dad passed by the couch, heading into the kitchen and ignoring me entirely. Or at least, not noticing me. Rebel buried his face into my collarbone, holding onto me tightly as the silent tension increased. I continued to watch my dad as he turned on the kitchen light and poured himself a cup of coffee.

'Why is he getting coffee at one in the morning?!' I thought angrily to myself, gritting my teeth as I watched him. To make matters worse? He turned on the small TV sitting on the counter and started watching whatever came on.

I heard Rebel groan beneath me, thankfully muffled by my skin. He must have heard the TV turn on...

After about an hour of watching and waiting for my dad to leave, he finished his coffee and headed back to his bedroom. I sighed and removed the blanket, shaking my head. Rebel removed his face from my collarbone and sighed with me, kissing my jawline.

"Maybe we should save this for when you live by yourself..." He chuckled out. I groaned, but agreed and kissed his head gently. Damn...my dad just straight up cockblocked us...And he didn't even know it.

Ghost
A lazy summer afternoon-perfect day to relax on the couch. Seems like Ghost had a similar idea.

We were both enjoying the AC one hot Sunday afternoon, hiding away from the harsh sunlight. Ghost was chilling on the couch with his black turtleneck and beanie discarded on the floor while I sat in his lap wearing a sports bra and shorts. The AC was on full blast, accompanied by a couple of fans on the coffee table in front of us.

I laid my head back against Ghost shoulder and reveled in the cool feeling of his fingertips against my stomach. He seemed to be enjoying it as well. He pressed a soft kiss to my hair, moving down the side of my face all the way to the base of my neck. His hands kept a gradual pace, moving up and down my belly.

I started to notice that he was getting pretty affectionate with my neck, gently biting and sucking the skin just above my shoulder. I could feel the bruise starting to form as he moved somewhere else. His hands started moving in opposite directions, drifting further down towards my inner thighs and closer towards my chest. I sighed a little and bit my lip when he spread my legs open with his knees.

"Mmm...what are you doing?"

"Shhhh..."

I let out a gasp when I felt one of his hands travel up to my chest, casually resting on my left breast and fondling it through my bra. The other one went straight between my legs, cupping my ladyhood and massaging it. I quickly threw my own hands over his, but he still kept massaging it. I felt myself start to harden.

His teeth kept working on my neck, dotting my shoulders and upper back with hickeys and bruises. And to make matters worse, his hands were nice and cool, startling me and increasing the sensitivity of his touches.

I knew for a fact that I could make him stop right now...I could tell him I didn't want this. I could tell him that I was feeling uncomfortable. I could tell him that I hated this feeling.

But he'd know I was lying through my teeth.

I pressed my back against his chest, urging him to keep going. I let out long, shaky breaths as he massaged me, pressing against my pearl and opening me up slowly. His other hand had gone underneath my bra now, twisting and massaging my nipple. I couldn't help but let out a long moan.

I felt his head move closer and I turned to face him, meeting his lips with my own. He wasted no time dominating my mouth with his tongue, pushing past my teeth and exploring the wet cavern.

He started to unbutton my shorts, slipping a hand through the fabric and beneath my underwear. I moaned into the kiss, tensing up as he started massaging again.

Then a sharp knock caused us both to freeze.

I pulled away from the kiss and started to sit up, but Ghost kept me where I was. Another knock sounded against the wood.

"C'mon, Ghost! I promise we'll do this again another time. Please?" I pleaded, staring into his glaring eyes. He stared back before finally dropping his hands and removing them from my body. I sat up and fixed my shorts as I jogged to the door.

Ghost moved swiftly behind me, ducking into my bedroom. I grabbed his turtleneck off the floor and threw it on.

I opened the door and was greeted by my landlord, who seemed pretty annoyed that I took so long to answer the door. I invited him in and grabbed the rent money I owed him off the kitchen counter. I totally forgot that rent was due today...

When he finally left, Ghost emerged from my bedroom and removed his turtleneck from my body. We went back to relaxing on the couch, the mood now thoroughly killed...

M.C.
What was supposed to be a playful little wrestling match turned out to be one of the more...embarrassing things I've experienced.

M.C. and I were wrestling-Well, more like I was wrestling to get out of his grip while he just pinned me to the floor. It started when he lost a game.

We were playing a hard level of Mario Maker and agreed that the one who finished the fastest would be the winner. After several tries, I completed it with twenty seconds left on the clock and M.C. with fifteen. I cheered victoriously and gently punched M.C.'s shoulder in an attempt to be friendly. He huffed and retaliated with a rougher one. I pouted a little, a tad angry at his sore loser attitude. So I shoved him. He tackled me to the floor.

I applied pressure to my shoulders and raised my lower half up, shooting my leg out and narrowly missing his face. He let go of me, but grabbed my ankle instead and pulled me closer to him. Now my butt was sat on his lap, and one leg was in the air. I huffed and raised up my other leg, wrapping it around his shoulder. He chuckled and adjusted my leg around his other shoulder.

He leaned down slowly and pressed a kiss to the nape of my neck. I kept still, allowing him to do whatever he wanted. His hands moved down my thighs and over my hips all the way to my belly, sliding his fingers underneath my shirt. I felt the cool air hit my skin and shivered, the heat of M.C.'s fingers mixing with said air causing goosebumps to fly across my body.

The skin around my neck and collarbone felt sore from all the hickeys I had. I could feel each little individual bruise pulse against my skin, sensitive and exposed to the open air.

I felt my face heat up when M.C.'s hand hit my sports bra, and at the same time his mouth reached my cleavage. I kept my mouth shut and removed my shirt, giving him easier access. His hand went underneath my bra...

"What you guys doing?" A little voice chimed in. I jumped a little and M.C. was off me in an instant. We glanced at one another, then back up at the intruder.

I internally facepalmed. I totally forgot to put (S/N) to bed first. They must have come down to see what the holdup was. I groaned and covered my red face while M.C. stood up and took (S/N) back upstairs. After a little bit, M.C. came back down and helped me off the ground.

"I told 'em I'd give them chocolate for the next week if they didn't say anything to your parents...We should be okay."

"I totally forgot about them...I'm such a moron..."

M.C. chuckled and brushed some hair from my face. We silently agreed to wait a little longer before doing that again. Preferably when I moved out...