I Scored A 94 On The Rice Purity Test....Wtf!?

I scored a ✨94✨ on the Rice Purity Test....Wtf!?

this has gotta be the most accurate representation of me whenever tom does anything (unmute, you wont regret it)

yes officer, these men right here are the ones that stole my heart

“let daddy handle this”

imagine being the most irresistible thing to rio—

in which he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you

Rio insisted that you all spent the day at the park as a family since it was so nice outside. Even though broad daylight wasn’t necessarily “his scene” considering his lifestyle, he would do anything to spend quality time with his family whenever he got the chance.

It didn’t seem like much to you, but Rio was especially fond of your outfit. Whenever your son wasn’t in sight, he turned his full attention to you, his hands groping you sinfully through the fitted fabric of your leggings.

Rio seemed to be particularly needy lately, wanting to hold you and feel you under him while doing normal household tasks, but you didn’t pay any mind to it.

It wasn’t until he attempted to stick his hand in your pants while your son played soccer with the other children at the park that you spoke up.

Rio seemed notably unnerved, but his next actions shocked you the most.

He called your son over to the bench where the both of you sat to keep watch, and smiled as he spoke. “Go say goodbye to your friends, little man, we gotta get ready to head back home now.”

“But daddy, you said ten more minutes,” your son protested.

“I know, but daddy needs to take care of some important business with mommy before it gets too late.” Rio made sure to turn and make eye contact with you, licking his lips sinfully to give you a sneak preview of what you could expect when you made it home. “Doesn’t mommy look pretty today?”

Protective

[ Protective: Adjective 1. Intended to protect someone or something. 1.1. Having or showing a strong wish to protect someone or something. ]

You sat at the nearest bench you found, Spencer following after you. He looked around, not being pleased by all the people waiting for the underground. Looking at him, you could notice how he shifted sometimes from one side to another, which made you chuckle.

“We love a full train, don’t we?” You joked, although Spencer didn’t find it amusing, and turned his gaze to you.

“We could have just taken a taxi or even our car. This place is crowded, Y/N.” He said, his hand rubbing your 7 months baby bump.

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