‍ ‍ ‍ #9, rawlee

⠀⠀ ⠀ an original character crafted for the college verse. born from the mind of writer #harveyverse to be enjoyed by all. crossovers are welcome and encouraged .ᐟ ⠀⠀ #⁹ 𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐂𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐘, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 ⠀

⠀ ⠀ also, you’re less dense . . . someone losing their muscle mass, huh? i’d be happy to give you my workout routine. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ have a good day, lucas. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ inside your dorm room is fine. but, outside of it, you are not allowed to wear it. the outfit is fine but the mask is not. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ you enter my room without permission and you’re leaving with broken bones, luca. just follow the fucking rules. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ they are banned in my dormitory. no one will get special treatment. anyone caught will be put on academic probation. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ luca, you’re the main reason why i’m banning them. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ before everyone ask . . . yes, i have seen your messages and no, i am not lifting the ban on ghostface costumes. we have had way too many people do idiotic shit with them on and i will not be dealing with it this year. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ your favorite quarterback is back! who missed him? ⠀ ⠀

⠀ dishes clanging against one another as rawlee’s massive frame struggled to stay standing. the warm saliva smearing over his length has biting at his lip and his toes curling in his sneakers. he brought a fist up to his mouth and gnawed at his knuckle to prevent himself from moaning — god, he was weak. “i’m so fucking sorry, maverick. i’m pathetic.” he said while continuing to whimper, his free hand clawing at the cloth that covered the table, “please say you forgive me. i’m so sorry, my meaningless existence is only giving meaning with your forgiveness.” ⠀

⠀ body trembling in disbelief, his face completely ashen from confusion and desire. there was no way anyone was going to believe him about this but he was way too aroused to even think about that. his hands slammed against the table as he was pulled forward by his waistband, a banister hiding maverick’s activity. as his thumb wiped at the head of his cock, he could a small trail of precum ooze out, his mouth agape as he was completely at the mercy of maverick. “i’m sorry, maverick.” he said in a light whimper. ⠀

⠀ “ . . .” his cheeks went completely red like a tomato exploded in his face, that comment was expected but it didn’t hurt his feelings, instead it made his cock twitch against the fabric as if it was begging for more attention. his hands immediately moved to shield his crotch from view, embarrassed in every sense of the word, knees knocking against the table. “i-i’m sorry, maverick. it was an honest mistake. i crossed a line, you have my apologies.” ⠀

⠀ the command stopped him dead in his tracks, heart racing as he slowly turned in his heels and returned to the table. his orbs landing on maverick, the grin sending a chill down his spine. “i said y-you look hot in those glasses. but, i was just messing around, mav. come on. it was just a joke.” he said apologetically, his arms crossed over one another, his dress pants tightening around his thighs as he sat up straight in his chair. ⠀

⠀ the warning was crystal clear and rawlee nodded to show his acknowledgment. though, rawlee was the star of the football team — there was no way he was going to be able to honor that even if he had to. but, the man’s hand combing through his hair, that move felt both patronizing but slightly flirtatious. maybe he was reading too much into it. “of course, sir. by the way, you look pretty hot with those glasses.” he said quickly, knowing that maverick would scolded him for his comments, opting to sprint from the table in a hurry. ⠀