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Can you write a sub y/n subrry and Dom Zayn one shot please let them do something really filthy :)

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summary: zayn teaches an inexperienced harry how to pleasure both him and y/n.

warnings: coarse language, smut, f/m/m threesome, oral (m & f receiving), protected sex, praise kink

pairings: harry styles x fem!reader x zayn malik

•••

“I don’t know how.”

“I’ll teach you.”

Harry glanced at Zayn as he stood on his knees in front of Y/N. His knees were starting to hurt a little because he was kneeling on the floor, but he ignored it and chose to stay quiet. He was a bit nervous and was a bit afraid he was going to embarrass himself because this is the first time he’s ever going to pleasure a woman and this is also the first time he was having a threesome. It made his heart race from anticipation just from thinking about it.

“What do I do?” Harry asked softly, eyeing Y/N’s most intimate parts.

Y/N was leaning back against her hands, looking down at the blushing boy with a small smile playing on her lips. She was excited. She and Zayn had been friends with benefits for a little while now and she knew Harry was one of his friends. She was even a bit surprised when Zayn had told her that Harry asked him to join in because he had always been a shy and reserved person whenever she met up with him, but was still excited anyway. She has a pretty little dress on and lace panties she specifically wore tonight, her dress hiked up her thighs to show her covered cunt.

“Take her panties off.”

Harry glanced at Zayn once more before bringing his hands up, taking the waistband of Y/N’s lace panties before slowly pulling them down her legs. As he took them off, Y/N moved to lay on her back, shutting her eyes when Harry took them off and placed them beside her.

“Taste her.”

Zayn was sitting on a chair beside the bed, his elbow resting on the armrest. He was toying with his lower lip, enjoying the sight in front of his eyes. It was arousing, truly. He had to adjust himself a little because his cock was already growing hard in his pants, biting the inside of his cheek softly when Harry leaned in and stuck his tongue out, running it up Y/N’s slit. As much as he wanted to do that to Y/N as well, he really did want to help Harry and to show him how to do this.

Harry had to hold back a moan when he tasted Y/N on his tongue, wrapping his arms around her waist and gently pulling her closer to his mouth. He closed his eyes and started to lick up her arousal, the soft moans she was letting out going straight to his ears. He sucked her clit into her mouth, running his tongue over it and sucking softly. His nails were digging into her thighs softly, leaving crescent moon-shaped marks on her skin. He licked up everything she was giving him, humming and moaning against her from satisfaction.

“Yeah, just like that.” Y/N breathed, reaching out to tangle her fingers in Harry’s soft curls. She gripped them softly, letting moans and whimpers and gasps leave her pretty little mouth. The feeling of Harry’s warm tongue against her was truly pleasurable and she was enjoying every single bit of it. She tightened her thighs around his head ever so often, which he didn’t seem to mind all that much, but she reminded herself to keep her legs open.

“Fuck.” Y/N whispered softly and Zayn’s eyes flickered to her face, eyeing her mouth that had sinful noises spilling out of it. He admired her features and how pretty she was, smiling a little as he watched her.

Zayn got up from the chair he was sitting in, walking over to Harry.

“I didn’t know you were so greedy, Harry.” Zayn grasped Harry’s hair and pulled him off of Y/N, making both of them whimper from the loss. Harry looked up at Zayn, his lips and chin wet with spit and Y/N’s arousal from how messy he had gotten. Zayn smiled down at him and ran his thumb over Harry’s lower lip, pushing his thumb into his mouth after. Harry suckled on it softly and closed his eyes, Zayn’s head lifting up when he heard Y/N speak.

“Please, Zayn.” She pleaded and Zayn pulled his thumb out of Harry’s mouth, pushing his head back towards Y/N’s center. Harry immediately stuck his tongue out again and continued what he was doing earlier, except Zayn was holding him against Y/N this time. His hand was gripping his hair tightly and he was watching quietly as he stood beside him.

“Make her come, yeah? You’re not pulling off until I let you.”

Harry could only nod against Y/N as a reply. His nose bumped Y/N’s clit softly when he moved down to tease her weepy hole with his tongue, whimpering softly when Zayn gripped his hair a bit tighter. Harry’s nails were digging into his own thighs, wanting Y/N to come on his tongue so badly. He was losing his breath though, which Zayn noticed, and he pulled his head back. Harry let out soft pants, admiring Y/N’s went cunt that was slick with his spit and her arousal.

“It doesn’t even seem like it’s your first time doing this, look at what you’re doing to her.” Zayn chuckled softly and Harry’s cheeks grew warm.

“Make her come.” Zayn patted Harry’s cheek and walked away from him, smiling as he leaned down to kiss Y/N. He swallowed the moans and whines she was letting out and he could tell that she was getting close from how squirmy and loud she had gotten ever since they started. Her hand cradled his jaw softly, licking into his mouth. Zayn did the same to her, her taste lingering on his tongue when he eventually pulled away.

“I’m close.” She gasped out and Zayn’s lips curved up into a smile again. He stood up straight and watched Harry again, seeing that his eyes were closed and that he was eagerly licking into Y/N’s pretty little pussy. Y/N’s thighs tightened around Harry’s head but Zayn placed his hand on her knee, pulling them apart again.

“Fuck!” Y/N whined when she finally reached her peak, her back arching up a little. A string of loud moans and profanities and Harry’s name left Y/N’s lips, letting the pleasure wash over her and drown her. Therefore she was left panting when Harry pulled off, sighing dreamily as she tried to come back down from her orgasm. Her chest rose and fell with every heavy breath she took, her body relaxing further into the mattress beneath her. She let go of the sheets since she was gripping them pretty tightly, closing her legs as well.

“That was good, Harry. You did good.”

•••

“You’re gonna fuck her now.” Zayn said to Harry. It was like an order, and Harry immediately obeyed for some reason. It showed how submissive he really was, how easily he complied with the things Zayn would say. The fact that he wanted Zayn to teach him as well only added to it. Y/N was quite submissive as well, which he took advantage of whenever they had their nights together. 

Harry gulped quietly as he looked down at Y/N. He had put a condom on and got onto the bed with Y/N while Zayn sat back down on the chair beside the bed. Y/N had taken her dress off as well and it was lying around somewhere in the room. One of Harry’s hands was on Y/N’s knees, his other hand wrapped around the base of his cock. He ran his tip along Y/N’s soaking slit, a shiver running up his spine from the feeling. He eventually started pushing his cock into her weepy hole, letting out a shaky moan as she squeezed around him. He closed his eyes and exhaled heavily through his nose, going slowly until his cock was filling her up fully.

“Fuck her, Harry. She likes it rough.” 

Harry opened his eyes and glanced at Zayn before looking down at where he and Y/N connected. He thrusted in and out of her a little bit, both of them letting out a soft moan. He did that a couple more times and eventually made his thrusts a bit faster and deeper, moaning and whimpering shamelessly. He leaned his torso over hers, burying his face in her neck as he fucked into her cunt. He panted against her skin, feeling her legs wrap around his waist.

“Fuck, Harry. You’re f-fucking me so good.” Y/N breathed out, tangling one of her hands in his sweaty curls. The feeling of his cock filling her up to the brim made her head spin and all she could do was moan and whimper. Their warm bodies were pressing up against each other’s, droplets of sweat rolling down their skin. The air around them had gotten warmer and thicker and smelled like sex and sweat the longer they fucked. 

“Fuck her harder.” Zayn said, rubbing himself over his pants softly. He couldn’t resist the urge to not touch himself because the sight in front of him was to die for. His hard cock was straining against his pants but he didn’t want to come yet, he wanted to come through a different way. He only palmed himself, watching Harry lean back up onto his knees while proceeding to fuck into Y/N even harder than before. He let out a soft moan as he rubbed himself, letting his eyes fall shut while he just listened to their obscene noises. He let his head tip back, their filthy moans and whines and whimpers going straight to his ears and his cock.

“I’m gonna come, Harry, fuck.” Y/N gasped out and Zayn opened his eyes again, wanting to watch her come again.

“P-please come, I want you to come.” Harry whimpered softly and Zayn groaned softly, shifting in his seat.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Y/N said quickly, gripping the sheets as orgasmic pleasure washed over her once more. Her head was spinning, her heart was racing, her stomach was going in spirals, it was like her body had been consumed by the pleasure Harry was giving her. It felt like she was on cloud nine, moaning and whining shamelessly as she came around Harry’s cock, milking him for all he was worth.

“Fuck, you feel so good, oh god.” Harry choked out as he started to come as well, closing his eyes tightly as he emptied himself in the condom. Y/N was squeezing around him so tightly it felt like he could explode, moaning and whimpering shakily.

Eventually, Harry pulled out of Y/N, still blissed out from his orgasm.

“You’re not done yet, Harry.”

•••

“You’re gonna suck me off now, yeah? Get on your knees.” Zayn said and Harry stood there for a couple seconds even after hearing him, blinking with his lips parted.

“Did you hear me?”

“I- yeah, sorry.” Harry gulped and got down on his knees, looking up at him. Y/N was still on the bed, watching quietly with the sheets pulled over her body since it was kind of cold in the room. She was leaning back against the headboard of the bed, her legs kind of feeling like jelly from the two orgasms she just had.

“I’m kind of nervous.” Harry admitted quietly and Zayn laughed a little, tilting his head up.

“Don’t be, I’ll go slow. Uh, hit me if you ever want to stop, okay?” He said and Harry nodded.

“Okay.”

Zayn hastily pulled his pants and his boxers down his legs, the fabric bunching up at his knees. He stroked himself a couple times, moaning softly from the feeling. He looked down at Harry and moved a little bit closer, until his tip prodded at his lips. He placed his hand on the back of Harry’s head when he slowly took him into his mouth, hissing softly from the feeling. His hair fell over his face a little bit as he watched, letting Harry go at his own pace.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He murmured under his breath, letting his eyes fall shut as he took more of him into his mouth. He tipped his head back, his fingers tightening in Harry’s hair. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, moaning softly.

“Teeth,” Zayn said shakily. “Careful with your teeth.” He chuckled breathily.

Harry’s knees were starting to ache a little but he chose to ignore it, tears gathering in his eyes when he choked around his cock softly. He pulled off and coughed a little, apologizing softly until Zayn told him that it was okay and to go slow. He looked up at him before wrapping a hand around his cock, leaning in to take him into his mouth again. He used his tongue this time instead of trying to take him as deep as he could, feeling proud of himself when he heard Zayn groan from above him.

“Good boy.” Zayn breathed, not being able to resist the urge to thrust into Harry’s mouth a little bit. And eventually, Harry let him. He was thrusting into his mouth slowly, moaning and gasping whenever he did. Harry’s mouth was so wet and warm and it was heavenly. Harry was moaning around him, whimpering softly whenever he gripped and tugged at his hair.

“I’m close.” Zayn grunted out, opening his eyes and forcing himself to look down at Harry because he wanted to watch. Harry was now bobbing his head up and down his cock, a few tears falling down his soft cheeks. His own cock was now hard again just from sucking cock, aching with a bit of precum beading at his tip. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah.” Zayn gasped out, holding Harry’s head still against him as he came in his mouth. He closed his eyes tightly, moaning loudly as he reached his peak. He was gripping Harry’s hair tightly, making Harry’s scalp hurt a little bit, but he didn’t really mind anyway. Zayn’s knees were threatening to give out a little bit, his entire body leaning into the pleasure. 

He pulled out of Harry’s mouth when he was starting to get sensitive, panting softly as he looked down at him.

Harry smiled, dimples popping in his cheeks.

“Did I do good?”

“Yeah, really good.” Zayn chuckled breathily.

a/n: i chose this concept since this one anon kept asking for it so here you go bae 😭😭 and also thank you for 500 followers!! i love every single one of you so so much 🫶🫂

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COLD HANDS

In which, actions speak louder than words.

Harry and Y/N had been married for about 1 year now, but they have known each other for 6. They had been through thick and thin together, and their love had only grown stronger with each passing day. As they cuddled up on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the life they had built together.

She snuggled closer to her husband, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. But as she settled into his embrace, she realized that her hands were cold. She tried to hide them, tucking them under her arms, but Harry noticed anyway.

Without a word, he took her hands into his big, warm ones, rubbing them gently to warm them up.

Y/N felt her heart swell with love for her husband. It was such a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about his love for her. As they sat there, enjoying each other's company, Y/N couldn't help but reflect on their life together. They had been through so much - job losses, health scares, and even the loss of loved ones - but they had always been there for each other, supporting each other through thick and thin.

As Harry continued to rub her hands, Y/N felt a warmth spread through her body. It wasn't just the physical warmth of his touch, but the warmth of his love that enveloped her. She looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and saw the love and tenderness in his eyes.

In that moment, Y/N realized that she was still head over heels in love with her husband, more so now than ever before. She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips, grateful for his love and affection.

Harry pulled her closer, deepening the kiss as they wrapped themselves in each other's love. They had been through so much together, but in that moment, they knew that they had everything they needed - each other's love and affection.

As they pulled away from the kiss, Y/N smiled up at her husband, knowing that their love would only continue to grow stronger with time. They were meant to be together, and nothing could ever change that.

Sugar daddy! Harry buys Y/N Christain Louboutons

SMUT - daddy kink

Word count = 3,277

Masterlist

It was a simple agreement that was made. There were still contracts and NDAs Harry had you sign, but you didn’t mind it at all it was worth it.

Not that he would admit it but you had Harry wrapped around your finger. The thing was with Harry because he was such a down-to-earth person on stage and in interviews, people tended to forget he was in fact a billionaire.

He loved cars and would often splash cash on them without a doubt. But there was only so much he could buy himself that he could enjoy. Sure he spoilt his family but he was always wary in relationships not wanting to get taken advantage of.

You weren’t always on the road with Harry but that didn’t mean he didn’t fly you out regularly. Who were you to complain Harry gave you a very generous ‘allowance’ although he’d happily be convinced to go over it.

You didn’t take advantage of Harry or his money but at the end of his day, you were his sugar baby. Plus it was no hassle to keep hold of receipts if Harry wanted you to return anything (not that he'd ever make you).

Harry had flown you out to him in New York and of course, had organised a car to collect you from the airport.

H: Be a good girl and go buy yourself something nice X

Harry had no clue what he was getting himself into when things first started with you both. He didn't want to just throw cash and make you feel 'used', he still valued you, and he was very timid when things began.

Now he'd grown in comfortability and didn't mind being more assertive with you although he always remained respectful. He loved his 'dirty secret', especially as there was a generous age gap.

Once you'd stepped into Harry's empty hotel suite and washed that awful plane smell and feeling off you, that no one liked. Of course, obliging to Harry's text, it was shopping time.

Pretty much being Harry's sugar baby full-time meant no work restrictions, sure a small business on the side just as something to do was fun but you mainly did it as something to keep you busy. With Harry's income, you certainly didn't need a 9-5.

Harry hadn't booked a return flight for Y/N yet, so not being sure what to bring, a large suitcase with all sorts of attire felt suitable. Plus if anything was needed Harry's black platinum American Express card was sure to come in handy.

-

Y/N had spent the whole afternoon at a local shopping centre. I mean it was New York, was shopping going to be a crime? Hardly.

Slipping on a red pair of Louboutins, a very kind sales associate had brought out for her. She walked over to the mirror in her heels turning to see the iconic red bottoms.

She was torn between two pairs, to most people they probably were practically identical but they really were so different. As lovely as the sales associate was saying that both pairs looked as equally as good didn't help.

"Sorry can you give me just a moment I'm just going to send a shot of them to someone"

Having one of each heel on each foot Y/N recorded a short video posing in each style of the shoes and sent it to Harry asking which pair. Bored beyond imagination sat in some meeting he didn't actually need to contribute to, but only his presence was needed. Harry of course responded straight away.

H: Just get both

H: Did you pick up my card or do I need to make a call? X

Y/N frowned reading Harry's second message, heels clicking against the floor leaning to grab her new season Chanel bag to see if she remembered Harry's card. Frowning to find that it wasn't in its usual place.

Y/N: I forgot to pick it up sorry X

H: Consider it sorted

H: I'll send someone with it and they'll bring the bags back to the hotel so you don't have to carry them X

She couldn't help but grin at her phone, score.

Y/N: Thank you daddy X

Harry didn't respond back to her message simply only liked it as an acknowledgement, and carried on spending the rest of the meeting scrolling through the Christian Louboutin website, easily recognising the store and location she was likely in.

Not even looking at the total or thinking twice, knowing her shoe size he picked out another pair texting his assistant to go and run the errand for him.

Y/N was thoroughly pleased when she returned back to the room. There was a knock on the hotel suite door and Y/N was passed three bags, one more than she was expecting.

Not waiting for Harry's presence to open the shoes she took the heels out of the boxes squealing at the third pair Harry had obviously picked out.

As if on cue Harry walked in as she was slipping the third pair on.

Of course, they were a pair of too-tall stilettos, Harry had a thing for them. He enjoyed watching her still look up to him in them despite the inches added to her height by the shoes, or how due to the added height she always had to walk a little more cautiously, which really meant walking slower. So he had more time to take the view in.

"If you're gonna rinse my wallet dry... You've gotta start by emptying my balls dry"

"oh please, I only picked out two" Y/N admired herself in the mirror looking at Harry through the reflection. Well, she wasn't wrong Harry was the one who picked out a third pair, he just couldn't help himself. "Thank you daddy"

Harry smiled at her words, she was always so polite to him.

Y/N wobbled slightly thinking she was going to lose her balance and roll her ankle. Whipping her palms against her top, she took a moment of recomposing herself before she started to walk over to where Harry had chosen to stand.

"Of course you had to pick the highest pair of heels"

Harry only chuckled at her snarky remark, he knew what he was doing.

"If you're struggling that much why don't you get on your knees, won't fall over then will you"

Y/N stripped into her lingerie and then moved one hand on Harry's shoulder to stable herself as she lifted one leg up to remove the red bottom shoes. Harry frowned his eyebrows and limply picked up her, wrist letting it fall.

"And when did I say for you to take them off? I thought I told you to get on your knees?"

She knew the world would kill to be in her position. Many people dreamt of the luxuries of a sugar daddy let alone Harry Styles being one. Following his wishes, Y/N steadily headed onto her knees.

Harry couldn't help but smirk at the view, he'd trained her well.

The Louboutins just added to it. Was there any sexier colour combination than black and red of a loub shoe?

Picking up his thumb Harry traced Y/N's lip a few times before slipping it into her mouth. He enjoyed all elements of their arrangement but watching her on her knees was heaven.

Harry wasn't one to abuse his power or take advantage of it in everyday life. Although he did love his dominance in the bedroom watching such a beauty sink onto her knees was a sight.

Y/N routinely undid Harry's belt and undid his trousers, pulling his boxers down to expose his cock.

For a brief moment, Y/N thought back to the first time she'd blown Harry. She'd only ever fucked people her own age, so sleeping with someone older was thrilling. But when she first pulled his boxers down she was not expecting it to be that thick or long.

She wasn't oblivious she knew people swooned for Harry Styles but she could certainly understand why.

"My fuckin' slut aren't you"

Y/N wasn't able to verbally respond to Harry's comment and instead let out a muffled 'mmh' which manifested its way into a moan around his prick.

She knew exactly how he liked it and that's exactly what she gave to him. Swirling her tongue around the base over and over again, using both hands in circular motions.

Harry enjoyed it the wetter the better

Every now and then she'd remove her mouth from his heavy cock to gain some air and would move her head down licking a stripe across his balls before popping one in her mouth and delicately licking them.

Running his hand up her neck Harry gripped onto the roots of her hair pulling her off him completely. Due to the big size of it, being fully erect Harry's cock practically slapped her in the face as he jerked her mouth away, not that she minded.

Tightening his grip Harry jacked her head upwards to look at him. She rather enjoyed it when Harry had a 'mid' amount of stubble, it always made him look so much older and mature.

Her mascara was smudged all across her watering eyes from deep-throating Harry's member, she was like a beautiful messy piece of art, his masterpiece.

With that thought entering his mind, still kept one hand wrapped in her hair keeping her put. Harry lent down.

Truthfully Y/N thought Harry was wanting a kiss, something he'd regularly gesture. But when he sharply with his spare hand forced her jaw to open and tongue to fall our Harry degradingly spat very messily onto it.

He waited a moment before releasing her jaw. His harsh hands causing the outlines of his fingers to stain her cheeks, admiring the spit that graced her mouth. Then once he was satisfied he let her swallow it.

Y/N repositioned herself letting out a faint whisper of discomfort. Her panties were sticky against her hot cunt but the main pain was from the patient heels digging in.

They certainly weren't made for comfort let alone this.

"Wha' "

"My shoes are digging in daddy"

At this moment Harry couldn't give a fuck, subconsciously he knew later he'd probably get her some new Louis Vuitton slippers or something for comfort because he was a softie really. But right now, as his testosterone was in full play he didn't care.

"Is now really a time to be ungrateful? After I've been so kind and spoilt you huh? Never is enough for you is it?"

Not wanting to hear her beg Harry shoved his oozing cock back into her wet mouth rather ramming into it. Y/N hand moved onto Harry's thigh leaving little crescent moons from her fingernails digging in, trying to steady herself.

"Tha's it fuckin' take it"

But Harry had no plans of stopping, it just felt so fuckin' good all wet and warm. She always took him so deep when she let him fuck her throat. Harrys eye's opened from the blissful feeling to find her eyes already looking up at him, he could have sworn his balls tightened at the sight. She really needed to wear heels blowing him more often.

"Bloody look so good in those fuckin shoes-" He moaned.

Harry was thankful that he had a hotel suite so there were no chances of a noise complaint. He was always loud in bed with her he couldn't help it, but then again so was she.

Knowing he was close Harry's back arched as he grunted deeper he arched his back in hopes to fuck himself further into her aching mouth. Y/N's throat was going to be so sore tomorrow morning.

Y/N could taste the precum starting to turn saltier as Harry's thighs tensed.

Knowing the closeness was nearing Harry pulled himself out of her mouth and slapped his cock against her lips, spreading the white sticky liquid all over her face that escaped his pink glistening tip.

Harry's head was thrown back in the air and his chest rapidly breathing in and out coming down from the high. Y/N took the opportunity to run her thumb across her lips to remove a large amount of Harry's cum.

Although due to the amount of it.

It really didn't do much, a tissue or a makeup wipe was needed or just something to get the sticky substance off. Leaning forward on her hands to swing out her legs Y/N stood up frowning from the pain in her feet.

Pulling them off after finishing sucking Harry off seemed like a solid reward for her actions.

"Did I not tell you earlier, fuckin' leave them on until I say otherwise"

"I thought we were done?" Y/N questioned

Harry's half-hard cock began to harden more as they spoke. He had decided to mount the bed as she was turned around.

So when she moved back around to face him she was met with Harry sitting on the edge of the bed slowly jerking off his cock that was partially covered in his own cum.

"Think I'd fly you to New York for just a blowie?"

Truthfully she should have known better. Pouting her lips still dressed in her lingerie Y/N wobbled back over to Harry.

"Was gonna be good and fuck you on the bed, but I don't know where this attitude has come from"

Y/N just huffed and rolled her eyes, exactly proving Harry's point. She hated when she wasn't doing something and then was accused of it which caused her to then do it.

"Watch it Y/N"

Feeling frustrated by Harry's sudden criticism Y/N threw out her arms practically gesturing 'what the fuck'. Knowing a 'temper tantrum' in Harry's words would be coming next. Before she got a chance to speak, he dropped his cock and leaned forward grabbing Y/N turning her around and pulling her into him.

Harry's breathing was hot against Y/N's neck. She could feel his heartbeat pounding against her back. Knowing she'd stay positioned like this Harry removed an arm and snaked down tucking his hand into her wet panties.

"Has Daddy not looked after you enough ey', he buys you all these things but nothing compares to his cock huh?"

Knowing your body like the back of his hand Harry took his middle and ring finger to start rubbing your clit. Y/N couldn't help but moan at the feeling, lifting her hips against Harry's hand.

Her clit was always over sensitive especially when it had been a few days. Harry was able to make her cum quite literally in under two minutes if he wanted to.

Y/N's head leaned more into Harry as her body curved forward at the pleasure rolling against Harry's hand. She'd begun to let out little 'Ah' high-pitched moans signally to Harry she was close. Knowing the exact point Harry withdrew his hand.

"Huh?"

"Went out without my card and left it there for bloody anyone to take, and you've kept on trying to take your shoes off Daddy brought you. None of that's kind is it?"

Desperate for release Y/N picked up Harry's hand to shove it back into her panties although much to her disappointment Harry didn't move it at all

"Daddy please c'mon I was so close H"

Removing his hand for the second time Harry leaned back against the bed causing Y/N to stumble forward.

"Don't care, if you want to get off so badly you'll have to do it yourself"

Y/N knew exactly what Harry meant and wanted. 'Fucking prick' she thought as she bent over stripping herself of her lingerie giving Harry a full view of her behind,

Smugly watching her actions knowing she'd understood what he meant Harry wriggled back to the edge of the bed sat on the end of it with his legs dangling off and began pumping his once again rock-solid cock.

Y/N threw her hair over one shoulder before moving backwards sticking her arse out, lifting herself up and reaching a hand behind her to guide Harry's cock into her dripping cunt.

These stilettos were killing her as she bounced up and down. It certainly wasn't the worst punishment Harry had given her but this was certainly more of the 'pathetic' ones. Firstly not being able to see him. Which wasn't too bad as she loved the feeling of reverse cowgirl but would much rather watch Harry's moaning face.

But having to be stood on her achy feet it was just a petty punishment from Harry.

Not wanting to be in that position any longer than she needed to be just desperately wanting to cum Y/N began rubbing her puffy clit causing her head to roll to the side from the pleasure, but also caused her to stop bouncing, selfishly focus on her on release.

"Don't stop" Harry grunted

Y/N leant forward whining and began her movements again but this time far more slowly "Didn't say you weren't allowed to touch your clit, m' not that mean c'mon know you're close doing so good yeh' "

With her fingers circling her clit and Harry's words Y/N couldn't help but clench down on Harry with one hand gripping his thigh as she came down. The pressure of Y/N's warmth wrapping itself around his cock caused Harry to follow shortly behind her.

Y/N fell backwards exhaustingly against the bed once Harry had pulled out and gotten off the bed. Harry deliberately walked past a pair of boxers that were on the side and decided not to slip them on.

Walking over to Y/N's tired eyes shut figure. Harry stood in front of her tracing the inside of her thighs, pushing them apart watching the combination of both of their cum drip out of her, moaning at the sight.

He couldn't help but reach forward swiping a finger up to collect it causing Y/n to let out a sensitive whimper. "Shh, jus' one more f' me yeh. Be daddy's girl n' take one more"

Still coming down from her previous orgasm Y/N could only nod.

Wincing at his own cum covered cock Harry picked up his tender prick and pushed it into Y/N's pussy.

His thrusts were tragic compared to his normal sharp pace. Harry loved overstimulation as much as he loved edging. But he defiantly got more and more sloppy fucking her the more times he'd cum.

He knew not to be too rough with Y/N at times like this, she was always tired after cumming hard especially when Harry made her work for it.

But it was times when Harry was more gentle fucking her that Y/N felt like she could feel him more. Maybe it was because he was slower and deeper.

"Please daddy - I can't"

Harry knew he wasn't going to last long having cummed two times himself already so he deepened his thrusts before spurting into her cunt for the final time.

Knowing that Y/N would be feeling extremely sore being fucked raw countless times. Harry allowed himself to fully soften before removing himself "shh I know all done yeh' all done hmm" God, did she look fucked out

Her hair was a mess across the bed, mascara which was only a little smudged previously now stained her cheeks. ThighsHer thighs were permanently shaking, her tits were still hard from the cool air in the hotel room. Her pussy was a cum covered mess, but Harry knew better than to clean it up straight away knowing she'd shy away needing a moment still.

So he decided to delicately slip her Heels off and placed them back into the box, being very satisfied with his purchase.

RAIN DANCE

Harry and Y/N slow dance in the rain.

Harry and Y/N left the restaurant, hand in hand, and headed towards their car parked in the nearby lot. As they walked, the rain began to fall heavily, drenching them both.

She laughed as the raindrops hit her face, and Harry couldn't help but smile at the sound. At first, they hurried to get to their car, but as they approached it, Harry grabbed Y/N’s hand and stopped their walk suddenly and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Dance with me," Harry said, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, unsure if he was serious. She giggled but didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around her husband's neck. As they started to sway to the sound of the rain, they forgot about everything else around them.

Their bodies moved as one, perfectly in sync with each other. The rain soaked through their clothes, but neither of them cared. They were lost in each other's arms.

"I love you so much," Harry whispered into Y/N’s ear, his lips brushing against her skin.

"I love you too, Harry," Y/N replied, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

The rain continued to fall, but the couple didn't want to stop dancing. They moved together, their bodies in sync with the rhythm of the rain. They felt like they were the only two people in the world. The rain fell harder, but they didn't mind. It only added to the beauty of the moment.

Harry spun Y/N around, causing her to let out a surprised giggle. They continued to dance, completely lost in the moment.

"I never want this moment to end," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Neither do I," Y/N replied, her eyes locked with Harry's.

As the song in their heads came to an end, Harry pulled Y/N close again, their foreheads touching.

"I never want to let go of you," Harry said, his voice filled with emotion.

"You don't have to," Y/N replied, tightening her grip around Harry's neck.

Their slow dance had turned into a passionate embrace, their bodies pressing against each other as if they never wanted to let go. The rain continued to fall around them, but they were lost in their own world.

"Let's stay like this forever," Harry said, his lips brushing against Y/N neck.

Y/N smiled, knowing that this moment would stay with them for eternity. They may have been soaked to the bone, but they were more in love than ever before.

"God, I love you," Harry said, a grin overtaking his wet face.

Y/N smiled and leaned in for a kiss, their lips meeting passionately in the rain. They broke apart, both grinning like teenagers.

"I love you too. But I do reckon we should get in the car before we catch a cold," Y/N said, still breathless from the kiss.

"Quite the romantic, you are, Love," Harry replied, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead to soften the teasing words.

As they finally pulled away from each other, Harry took Y/N hand and they walked towards their car, their hearts overflowing with love. Hand in hand, they knew they would never forget this moment of pure love and bliss. And of course, the rain may have soaked them, but their love had indeed kept them warm.

LOVE NEST

Y/N reads to Harry.

As they lay on the couch, Y/N could feel the warmth of Harry's body against her. She loved the feeling of his arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her close. She ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying the softness of it as she read.

"What do you think of the story so far?" she asked, glancing down at him.

"I love it," Harry replied with a smile. "But honestly, I could listen to you read the dictionary and still be happy."

Y/N chuckled. "I don't reckon anyone has a dictionary just lurking around anymore, but I get your point."

They fell into a comfortable silence as Y/N continued to read. Every so often, she would pause to explain something to Harry or to ask him a question. They discussed the characters and their motivations, getting lost in the world of the book.

As the night wore on, Harry began to feel drowsy. He didn't want to fall asleep, though. He wanted to stay awake as long as he could and soak up the feeling of being in Y/N’s arms.

"Hmm," he hummed contentedly against her warm body, his cheek nuzzled right into the softness of her belly. "Can we just stay like this for the rest of our lives?"

Y/N smiled down at him. "I wish we could," she said softly. "But we have to get up for work in the morning."

Harry groaned, the soft expression on his face immediately turned sour at the mention of leaving their love nest tomorrow morning. "I don't want to think about work," he said, burying his face further into her, “Don’t want t’ go.”

Y/N stroked his soft hair, soothing him. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Love.”

They lay there for a few more minutes, Harry's breathing slowing as he drifted off to sleep. Y/N continued to read, her voice becoming softer and softer.

Eventually, she closed the book and set it aside. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead. "Goodnight, Lovey," she whispered.

"Goodnight," he murmured, still half-asleep.

Y/N watched him sleep for a few more moments before closing her own eyes and joining him in slumber. They lay there together, wrapped up in each other's arms, the world outside their little cocoon fading away as they drifted off to sleep.

Can you write mafiarry where harry gets really horny and has a breeding kink and so asking the servants to undress her and put her on the bed and they have crazy sex

*Wanted*

Harry took a deep breath as he leaned his head back against the little headrest. He didn't take baths very often but it had been a stressful last few weeks and he finally had some time to himself. The warm water made him relax in a way he hadn't in a good while.

Taking a sip of his beer, Harry put the bottle down before standing up and getting out of the bath. Grabbing his robe, he tied it around himself before he put on his rings. Looking at himself in the mirror he pushed his hair back and took a mental note that he'd have to shave in the morning.

Beer bottle in hand Harry walked out into the bedroom and grabbed the intercom phone as he sat down in one of the lounge chairs. "Tiff" he spoke into the phone. "Yes, Mr. Styles?" Tiffany answered as she hushed the other girls. "Bring her up, I'm going to fuck her. Take some help with you, you're going to get her ready for me" he hung up as he put his legs up on the footstool and sipped his beer.

"Lily, Rose. You're with me. Brat, let's go" Tiffany snapped into action. More than happily putting down the duster, I walked over to her. "Miss, where are we going?" I asked as Lily and Rose joined us. "Mr. Styles wants you" she replied and started walking. I grinned and squealed happily.

By the time we were outside of the bedroom, I was already pretty sure I'd made quite the wet spot in the panties I was wearing from all the thoughts that were running around in my head. I looked down at the maid uniform I'd been made to wear and made sure it looked okay, brushing off some dust that wasn't really there, wanting to be perfect.

Tiffany knocked on the door twice and waited till Harry invited her in. "Blindfold her" Harry said from the chair, not looking up at us as we walked in. Tiffany turned around and untied my apron before quickly rolling it up and tying it around my head. "Undress her. You on the left, what's your name again?" he spoke as he looked over.

"Lily, Sir" Lily spoke up softly, never having spoken to Harry personally before. "Come here" he ordered, waving her over. I whimpered as he asked for her. I was his toy, not her! Tiffany guided me further into the room. "Sir, I can do it! I'll help you! Use me!" I said with a little whine as I could hear the familiar sound of an ass being slapped.

"Tiffany, if you would be so kind" Harry said giving me a glare before pulling Lily close and whispering into her ear. The slap that landed on my cheek, I guess wasn't too unexpected. I was more surprised when I felt a cock gag being pushed into my mouth and fastened around my head.

Sucking on the cock gag, I couldn't do anything but listen to Harry and Lily while Miss. Tiffany and Rose moved me around like a little puppet as they took off my corset, skirt, panties, socks, and my little mary jane shoes. The standard maid uniform Harry had everyone wear. Except for Tiffany, she had a lot more options.

Gentle hands started urging me to move. "Be a good toy now, let Sir fill you up" Rose whispered as she helped me sit down on the bed and get situated in the middle. She brought my hands up and fastened them to the headboard with some leather cuffs. Moaning as the soft hands returned to spread my legs, I wriggled slightly.

Harry made sure that Lily had picked out the right things for him as he looked over the items placed on the nightstand. Finishing up his beer, he stroked a finger on the inside of my thigh. "Leave" he said and Tiffany, Rose, and Lily left without a word.

I tried to mumble around the gag but nothing that came out was understandable. Whining, I lifted up my legs while keeping them spread, hoping that that would speak for itself.

Harry let the robe fall to the floor before he got up on the bed. He leaned over me so he could push my makeshift blindfold off and I bucked my hips up at him as I made eye contact. "I'm going to fill you so full tonight" he said as he opened the gag. Moaning as he fucked my mouth with it, I could feel the spit that hung onto the cock gag as he pulled it away, falling down on my cheek.

We stared into each other's eyes as Harry slowly, way too slowly, pushed his cock in. "Sir" I moaned as he finally was fully in. "Going to keep you tied and spread open on this bed for me. Can come and fill you with my cum whenever I please" he hummed, lifting my legs up so he could angle himself better and go deeper.

"I'll do whatever you want, Sir. Be whatever you want" I told him, clenching my pussy around him. Harry stroked his hands up my stomach, grabbing onto my breasts tightly. "Can't wait to see you pregnant. See your belly growing, knowing that I created the child inside you" he grunted as he gave my breast a slap before he started moving a little faster.

I bit my lip, feeling my heart swell at his words. I couldn't wait for the day I would carry his child. Possibly children even. "I love you so much, Sir" I told him. "I'd be so honored to be able to do that for you, fuck!" I gasped as he slammed in extra hard, making me arch up.

"I know" Harry smirked while grabbing my throat and squeezing. "Such a good little toy aren't you? You'd let me do anything to you" he spat on my face. I did my best to nod as I tried to get some air in. "Pathetic really" he chuckled as he let go of my throat and leaned on his arms, snapping his hips fast.

Coughing, I looked at him before letting out a long moan. "Your toy" I whined. "Do anything you want" I moaned, arching and grunting as he started fucking me hard. "Please fill me with your cum, Sir!" I begged as I looked at him.

Harry panted as he pulled out. I whimpered at the loss and was about to protest when Harry flipped me over. Scrambling up on my knees and spreading my legs again, I let out a happy guttural sound as he quickly pushed himself back in. "Fuck!" I moaned as I dropped my head down.

"Sir!" I called out as he smacked my ass hard before gripping my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my skin. "Fucking take it. 'bout to fill you up" he grunted as he thrust himself in and out as fast as he could. "Please, Sir, want your cum so bad, please fill me up!" I begged, tightening my pussy around him.

He thrust in hard and deep as he shot his load deep inside me. He growled a little as he snapped his hips a few more times. "Don't move" he panted as he pulled out and stretched out his hand to the nightstand. Harry grabbed a vagina plug and shoved it in without any lube, making me gasp.

Harry grabbed one of my chastity belts and started putting it on, making sure it was close up on my pussy to keep the plus inside. He collapsed down next to me, closing his eyes as he tried to even out his breath again. "Lie down and get some rest. You're not leaving this bed for quite some time" he said as he reached out and stroked my stomach after I'd laid down.

"Thank you for using me and filling me with your cum, Sir" I told him, giving him a loving and almost starstruck look. Harry smirked as he pulled the blankets up. "It was my pleasure"

— nicole scherzinger.

MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER

Harry just wants to make Y/N feel better… with kisses. lots and lots of kisses.

Harry could sense that something was bothering Y/N. She seemed lost in thought, and her eyes were clouded with worry. He reached out to her and gently took her hand, pulling her close to him. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, hoping to reassure her that everything would be alright.

As Y/N leaned into Harry, he continued to shower her with kisses. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, then moved to her nose, before finally settling on her lips. His kisses were tender and loving, each one filled with the desire to make her feel better.

Y/N closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh. Harry's touch was always so reassuring, and his kisses had a way of making her feel like everything would be alright. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, and buried her face in his chest.

Harry could feel Y/N worries very slowly melting away as he continued to shower her with kisses. He knew that he couldn't fix everything for her, but he hoped that his love and affection would be enough to ease her mind.

As they held each other, Harry whispered sweet nothings into Y/N’s ear. He told her how much he loved her, how beautiful she was, and how grateful he was to have her by his side. His words were like a balm to her soul, and she couldn't help but smile.

Y/N’s looked up at Harry, her eyes shining with love and gratitude. She leaned in to press a kiss to his lips, and he responded eagerly. Their kiss was filled with passion and love, and they clung to each other as if they were the only two people in the world.

As they broke apart, Harry pulled Y/N’s close again and resumed his reassuring kisses. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her nose, and finally to her lips once again. Y/N’s couldn't help but giggle at his affectionate display, and Harry's heart swelled with joy.

He knew that life could be tough sometimes, but as long as they had each other, they could face anything. Harry continued to press his loving kisses all over Y/N’s face, this time with more pep in his kisses, still given with love but with some added playfulness to it; knowing that he could make her feel better with just a simple touch. And as they held each other close, their love only grew stronger.

"Stop it, Harry!" Y/N protested, trying to stifle her laughter. "You're making me laugh—I’m supposed to be sad."

"That's the point," Harry replied, still smiling as he continued to press kisses all over her face. "I don't like it when you're sad. I want you to feel better, and if I have to kiss you all over your face to make that happen, then so be it."

Y/N couldn't help but feel her heart swell with love for her husband. He always knew how to make her feel better, even on the gloomiest of days. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss.

They stayed like that for a few moments, lost in each other's embrace, before Y/N pulled away and rested her forehead against Harry's. "Thank you," she whispered. "You always know just what to do."

Harry smiled and pressed one final kiss to her nose. "I love you, Y/N. And I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

"I know," Y/N replied, leaning in for another kiss. "Thank you."

Harry has won Favorite Tour Style at the iHeart Radio Music Awards!

(27 march 2023)

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Puppy Interview~ Drew Starkey

Summary: Literally one of the best interview ways to ever be created

This had to be the best day of your life. You were a huge fan of the Buzzfeed Puppy Interviews so of course you were on board when they mentioned you guys doing it. You guys were doing it in groups; you, Drew, Maddy, and Austin in one and then Madison, Cleo, JD, and Chase in the other.

“I’m Y/N”

“I’m Drew Starkey.”

“I’m Madelyn Cline.”

“And I’m Austin North.”

“And we’re the cast of Outer Banks-” You started but Madelyn cut you off, too excited to hold it in, “And this is the best day of my life.”

Everyone let out a laugh at the blonde but you were all as equally excited but you guys were all better at hiding it.

“Spoiler alert, if you haven’t watched the season, go do that and then come back!” Austin warned and you all agreed.

The season had only been out for a few days and you knew not everyone would have had a chance to either watch it or finish it and you knew the questions would be about this season and didn’t want to have it spoiled for anyone.

“Bring in the puppies!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands in excitement. You all sat anxiously, waiting for them to bring in the puppies. You let out a gasp as a little tan husky made its way over to you, “Hi, baby!”

You held out your hand for it so smell and laughed when it started nibbling on your fingers, “Oh, I’m not doing anything for this interview.”

Drew had immediately been swarmed when he laid down as the puppies all decided to attack him. You held the little puppy against your chest as you used your hand to wave his paw at Drew, “Who knew it only took 5 puppies to take down a 6’0 man?”

The group let out a laugh before the first question was pulled up.

‘What was it like filming on location for all of the ‘Poguelandia’ scenes in season 3?’

“I barely have an attention span so this is going to be impossible,” you started, “I will say, it was surreal to be able to go to Barbados. If you had told me even when the show started that we would be traveling to the beautiful Barbados, I probably would have laughed.”

Drew could tell your attention was slipping away from the question and answered, “We got to film in Barbados- the beautiful country of Barbados, the people there are so welcoming and it’s-gorgeous, ohhh.” His attention immediately disappeared as a black Labrador hopped in his lap. He could make fun of you all he wanted but he easily got just as distracted as you by puppies.

“I will say, I’m upset that my time in Barbados on-set was spent inside of a house rather than being outside like the Pogues.”

‘What was your favorite behind-the-scenes memory from filming season 3 of Outer Banks?’

“It felt like we show two seasons, the one they shot in Barbados and the one we all shot in Charleston and they’re all just gonna merge into one.” Austin explained, playing with a husky.

Whoever decided they were all mature enough to do this interview, clearly underestimated them. This was going to take forever to get through.

“I liked the fact that we kept the ‘where’s y/n’ group chat going.” Maddy laughed as they all agreed. You held the puppy up in front of you as you talked to it in a baby voice, “They’re so mean, aren’t they?”

‘What has been your favorite plot twist on Outer Banks so far? *Spoiler Alert!*

“My father faking his suicide.” Madelyn answered

“It was pretty gnarly…Rafe’s haircut.” Austin said as Drew agreed, “It’s pretty bug.”

“Uh…the fact that Big John was actually alive still completely blew my mind.” You answered, leaning back as they puppy walked across your chest. Drew leaned over and pulled down your skirt, to make sure nothing was showing. You sent him a grateful smile but quickly pouted when the husky walked over to him.

‘What’s a role people would be surprised to find out you auditioned for, but didn’t get?’

“I auditioned for John b, unsurprisingly did not get it.” Drew answered, while petting the husky that was beginning to fall asleep in his lap. Another puppy had taken it upon himself to come over and plop down in your lap while playing with a toy as you answered, “I actually got a roll in ‘After We Collided’ but turned it down after I booked Outer Banks.”

“Wait, you turned it down?” Maddy asked, leaning forward to look at you, “Why? That would have been amazing?”

You shrugged, turning your attention to the puppy, “I had to figure out which one I would have enjoyed doing more and I made the right choice.”

‘Who’s the most famous person who has DM’d you?’

You all let out a laugh before the awkward silence happened. None of you wanted to answer this question. Not wanting to betray anyone’s trust.

“Amanda Seyfried messaged me,” Madelyn laughed, “I was actually pretty excited about that.”

“Uh…Selena Gomez messaged me to tell me how much of a fan of the show she was and I almost peed myself from how starstruck I was.” You answered, “but that’s all I’m saying.”

“Um…Y/N L/N DM’d me once,” Drew grinned, looking over at you, trying not to move as much because the husky was sleeping on his legs, “changed my life.”

‘If you could have any other actor make a cameo on Outer Banks, who would it be?’

“Danny Devito.” Madelyn picked

“The Rock.”

“Elizabeth Olsen or Sophie Turner.” You gushed and everyone let out a laugh, “I love both of them with my whole heart.”

Drew patted your knee with a laugh, “We know, baby. We know.”

You rolled your eyes as you pushed his hand off of your leg, “Says the one in love with Pedro Pascal.”

‘If you could play any other Outer Banks character besides your own, who would you wanted to play?’

“I’d play Shoupe.” Maddy answered with no hesitation as you snapped your fingers at her, “I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like to have a mustache. But, I think I’d like to be either John B or Rose.”

“Those are two very different characters.” Austin pointed out with a laugh as Drew and Maddy agreed, “John B always has something going on and I just wanna be apart of that thought process, ya know? And Rose? She just sits at home and drinks all day. The epitome of a housewife.”

‘Have your real-life friendships influenced the characters at all, especially now after three seasons together?’

“I think it’s obvious that Drew, Austin, and I are very different from our characters,” You started, “but I think after working together for three years, we’ve all kind of found a way to bring our characters to a bond because clearly, our characters would do anything for each other and I think all of us would do anything for each other, even robbing a train if it came down to it.”

“As JJ said, ‘Like they’re going to think a guy wearing flip flops is involved in a robbery’” Austin spoke causing you all to laugh. The puppy nipped at your fingers, drawing your attention down to it. You pouted your lip out at the puppy before turning to look at Drew, who was focused on the still sleeping husky in his lap, “Can’t we just take him home?”

Drew shook his head at you as you held the dog out to him, speaking for the dog, “Please, take me home. I’m potty trained and everything.” You popped your head out from behind the puppy as Austin and Maddy laughed at the two of you. You had been trying to convince Drew for over a year to get another dog but he wasn’t budging, “We already have a dog, buddy.”

“Party pooper.” You mumbled, placing the dog back in your lap

‘Y/N, what was like for Y/C/N to finally realize Rafe was as bad as everyone said he was?’

“Uh, first off, rude.” Drew held up one of his fingers before looking over at you, “And two, how you answer this, depends on if we get another dog.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you spoke up, “It was a little hard at first. Y/C/N was very oblivious to what Rafe was doing at the start but I think this season, she finally came to realize that he stopped caring about their relationship a long time ago. You can definitely tell she struggled a lot with trying to figure out if she should just stay on the sidelines like she always did or if she should break up with him.”

“I was more surprised with the writers having Y/C/N turn on Rafe,” Maddy added, “I think that was also one of the biggest plot twists none of us saw coming.”

‘What’s the last show you binge watched?’

“Game of thrones.” Maddy quietly spoke, playing with the dog laying in front of her

“Love Island. Madison and I started watching it together,” you started but Drew cut you off quietly, “I haven’t seen it yet.”

You looked at him in confusion, “When-you’re never at our apartment when Madison and I watch it.”

“Becauuse I don’t want to impose on girls night.” He told you, causing you to giggle, “and yet you always somehow do, don’t you?”

You’re the PB to my J

Drew Starkey x f!reader

Masterlist || Thirst tweets interview

A/N: I’ve always noticed a lack of Drew Starkey (not Rafe Cameron) fics and I’ve been in love with the man since 2020. It’s time I take manners into my own hands. I will make more bc the hyperfixation didn’t last 3 years for nothing. (I’ll create a separate masterlist)

Summary: Y/n and drew have been dating since the pandemic when they quarantined together along with some other cast mates but haven’t publicly confirmed it yet, this is a moment in an interview where their “secret” relationship solidified by accident.

“Hi guys I’m Madelyn Cline”

“Hi I’m Y/n”

“I’m Madison Bailey”

“I’m Carlacia Grant”

“Hey I’m Austin North”

“I’m Jonathan Daviss “

“And I’m Drew Starkey”

“And we are the cast of Outer Banks and these are our favorite snacks!”

Everyone talked about their favorite snacks including you and it was time for Drew’s.

“Everyone, your welcome” said Drew as he passed the snacks around.

“All right as Laci said, these are clutch o’clock” everybody laughed and he kept talking “these are- they are OG, I mean I love peanut butter and jelly so much but also nostalgic for me. Public school, the extras aisle-“

“Oh yeah”

“-pay like 50cents for an uncrustable. I would get these maybe once a week, but like when I could. It was incredible…and if you freeze these-“ he turned to Carlacia “You fucking freeze these, it’s like the perfect summer snack”

“Wait-“ you interrupted quietly.

“Y/n doesn’t like them, I don’t even know how we’re…friends”

All of your friends laughed.

“Don’t- be like that.” You laughed looking back at your boyfriend who was looking at you with those beautiful blue eyes of his “Is that why I kept finding them in my freezer for like a month?”

Madelyn beside you chuckled “Oh yeah! oh my god you did tell me about that”

Drew was looking at you dumbfounded, trying to remember when that happened.

“You don’t remember?” He shook his head and you turned back to the camera “Okay quick story time. It was 2020, we were quarantined in my apartment, it was us” you motioned between your boyfriend and yourself “Maddie, Chase and Ausie and you were the last one to leave and after that I kept finding these things in my freezer and I remember asking Ausie about it because I’m like ‘that looks like something he’d do’ but it was you!”

“Oh yeah, yeah, yeah I remember now, but I came back for ‘em”

“Yeah that you did”

“Maybe it’s time you went back to your apartment” said Ausie under his breath with a quiet chuckle.

“I think it’s a little late for that” whispered back J.D as he enjoyed his uncrustable.

“Like 3 years late” added Ausie laughing, both thinking the mic wouldn’t catch it.

“Well maybe I did it on purpose so you would like ‘em” he suggested with a lazy smirk that melted your heart.

“We both know that didn’t work.”

“Freezing them it’s the best. It’s sweet and cold” said Carlacia enthusiastically, also enjoying the snack.

“Damn this is not good” Madison opinionated with a disgusted face.

“Right? I would like them if I actually enjoyed peanut butter”

“Shut up!” Drew yelled, seemingly offended by the situation, obviously he wasn’t, not really that is.

You all laughed again and you looked back at him to see his extended hand so you could give yours to him like you always did.

“Y/n didn’t even try it” pointed out Madelyn.

“Didn’t even open it” added Laci.

“No im not gonna open one just to not finish it-”

“Here” said Drew handing you a piece from his uncrustable to try before going on a rant about how great Uncrustables are.

“Thanks”

“Just ‘cause I actually like you. But I’m still offended”

“I’ll make it up to you”

Carlacia proceeded with the outro “Thank you everybody for watching and enjoying our snacks and here’s a word from all of my friends”

And in unison everybody encouraged the show’s fans “Watch Outer Banks Season 3 on Netflix!”

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“Outer Banks” Cast tests how well they know each other

Drew starkey x f!reader

Masterlist || Thirst tweets interview

A/N: (Y/m/n = your mom’s name) Next Drew Starkey post the day after tomorrow, I’m thinking a smut before I start posting your requests?

Word count: 1.3K

“Hi i’m Y/n Y/l/n and we are the cast of Outer Banks and we’re here to test how well we know each other”

“Before we start, i just wanna say that Drew should not be able to play this turn” announced Chase, putting his arms up in surrender. Every other cast member agreed while you and Drew were looking at each other with widened eyes, clearly insulted by this.

“Why?” you asked.

“And Y/n should not play when it’s Drew’s turn” added Austin.

“Cause y’all are practically married at this point, it’s not fair” explained Rudy.

“Yes it is”

Finally they all accepted the fact that you should all play regardless of your personal relationships.

“Okay first question ‘What is the first thing I do in the morning?’ ”

“Wait, is this like when you’re at home or working?” asked Madelyn.

“Good question, can we do both?” you asked, looking at the producers off camera, they all nodded.

“Check your phone!”

“Go to the bathroom!”

“Brush your teeth?”

“Kick me and then go back to sleep!” answered Drew.

“That is- okay pause. I don’t kick you on purpose”

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DELICIOUS

A/N: the pic screamed to be turned into somethig dirty, so here we are

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

WARNING: smut

SUMMARY: There's just something incredibly delicious about seeing Harry sunbathing.

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Yummy.

That’s what comes to your mind when you see your boyfriend spread out on the sunbed like a starfish.

Like a sexy, slightly sweaty starfish with thighs that make your mouth water and a sight of his naked chest that’s screaming to be touched.

You chug down the rest of your cocktail that you’ve been sipping by the bar and excuse yourself from the conversation before making your way over to Harry. He looks peaceful, his skin is glistening in the sun and you very much like the tan he’s gotten lately. You eye how he rolled his shorts up so the sun can reach more of his thighs, the tiger tattoo is out in the public. You don’t want to look like a creep, but you want to snap a picture of him like this so badly. You fight the urge and just climb to the bed, pressing an open mouthed kiss to his sternum to let him know you’re here.

“Mm, I really hope it’s you, Y/N,” he mumbles, keeping his eyes closed, but his hand that lies closer to you moves up and finds your thigh as you sit on your heels next to him.

“And what if it’s not?” you huff, pretending to be hurt he would let another woman touch him like that. A smirk spreads across his face before he finally peeks at you.

“I know what your tongue feels like on me, knew it was you.”

You smack his thigh and then leave your hand there, giving it a squeeze, feeling up his muscles under your palm. Harry closes his eyes again and you shamelessly eye him up. The line of his sternum running between his pecks, the gentle outline of his ribs, the fern tattoos that run right above his swimming trunks… You’re feeling yourself getting wet and he is not even doing anything, just lying in the sun, getting tanned.

Your hand wanders higher and higher on his thigh until your fingers brush underneath the fabric, moving dangerously close to what’s hiding underneath.

“What are you doing?” he asks in a husky tone.

“Nothing?” you reply, but keep brushing your touch over him, gently scratching him with your nails. A low growl bubbles from him as his muscles twitch under your palm. His hand cups your leg again and he squeezes you, but doesn’t say or do anything.

You want him. So badly that you’re afraid if you stand up your bikini bottom might be drenched from your arousal. But he doesn’t seem to get what you’re trying to imply, he is still lounging without a care, so you decide to make it clear what you want from him.

Leaning forward you get on top of him and kiss his lips softly before moving your mouth to his ear.

“If I don’t have your cock down my throat in the next five minutes, I’m gonna have to find someone else to fulfill my needs.”

His eyes pop open, you knew this would get him going, it’s your joker card to play with his jealousy and this time is no exception either.

“I’m sweaty,” he warns you, but it just riles you up even more.

“Perfect, delicious.” “Room, now,” he orders and gets up so fast you can’t hold back a chuckle.

He grabs his towel and phone in one hand, the other closing around your wrist as he pulls you after him, not even dropping a word to his friends and colleagues lounging around as well. It’s just the two of you in the elevator and as soon as the door slides closed you jump at each other, mouths clashing, hands grabbing at each other and you palm him almost too aggressively, feeling him growing harder with each passing second. Arriving at your floor you basically sprint out and down the hallway to your room, you’re kissing his jaw, licking his neck as he tries to open the door with the keycard, but he can barely find the reader with your hand gripping his cock.

“Fuck,” he groans when the door finally clicks open and you practically fall into the room.

“I need your cock,” you whimper and the two of you don’t even make it to the bed before you drop to your knees on the carpeted floor and tug down his trunks eagerly, setting his cock free finally.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathes out when you grab the base and lick him up, wrapping your lips around the head as his hand moves to the back of your head and he gives you a little push as you take him into your mouth finally.

There are occasions when you like to take your time, taste him, play with him, but this is not what you want now. You need rawness, you need him fast and hard and you want him to fuck your mouth like he means it.

You don’t have to speak for him to know what goes on in your head, just one look up at him is enough for him to get the message.

“Such a needy little thing. Want me to fuck your pretty mouth?”

You nod and bob your head, pressing your tongue against him in your mouth.

“Gonna make you gag on my cock, princess,” he breathes out before he takes your head in both his hands to keep you secured in his hold and he starts thrusting with his hips, his cock moving in and out of your mouth rapidly.

He keeps hitting the back of your throat, saliva is running down your chin and tears are dwelling in your eyes but you want him to keep going and use you.

“Touch yourself,” he grunts, always thinking about you as well.

With one hand you grab onto his ass, fingers sinking into the flexing muscles while the other one moves between your legs, dipping under the fabric of your bikini. Wetness coats your fingers as you swipe them between your lips, smearing your arousal over your clit before you start working on it.

Your jaw is sore and you keep gagging as he goes deeper in your mouth with each thrust, but it’s what keeps you going. You see his chest rising and falling rapidly, his skin is glistening from the sweat that’s now not only because of the sun, but you as well. He looks so delicious, you want this sight tattooed into your mind forever.

“Shit, I’m gonna come, baby,” he warns and you know it’s a question too. He wants to know where you want him to come, so you push your nails into his ass, letting him know you want his cum dripping down your throat.

Your hand is vigorously moving on your clit, bringing yourself closer and closer to your own orgasm, but you can’t catch up with Harry. A few more thrusts later he comes hard and loud, your name falling off his tongue over and over again as his movements fall out of rhythm. You keep your eyes locked on his face, drinking up the sight of his orgasm, the way he is gasping for air, his eyes roll to the back of his head and his chest waves from the excitement.

He pushes your head away from him, his cock slipping out of your mouth with a sloppy sound and you swallow every drop of cum, showing him your empty mouth when it’s gone. He wastes no time to pull you up from the floor and kiss you hard on the lips before he turns you around, locking your body against his with one arm while his other hand moves to replace yours in your bikini bottom.

“Harry!” you cry out when his fingers start rubbing on your clit, applying just the perfect amount of pressure. He knows your body almost better than you do, because he builds your orgasm up so fast, it’s ridiculous how he does it without even pushing a finger inside you. Harry knows penetration is not everything, that the right moves at the right spot could do more than just shoving two fingers up your pussy.

Your head drops back to his shoulder as you arch against him, his free hand coming up to grope your breast, making it spill out of your bikini top. You’re throbbing, aching for release and Harry doesn’t disappoint.

You come hard, screaming his name, shaking in his hold, you push against him with so much force he stumbles back and flops down to the edge of the bed, pulling you with him, holding you tight in his embrace as you sit on his lap. You gasp for air, coming off your high while he keeps kissing your shoulder, neck and the side of your head.

“That was…” you hum, but don’t find the right words.

“Love it when you get horny randomly,” he chuckles. You crane your neck to look back at him with a sloppy grin.

“Can’t help it, you looked so delicious.”

He just grins and kisses you, this time it’s slow and lazy and when you feel him growing hard again underneath you, there’s no wasted time as you push him back on the bed and climb over him.

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kryptonite

in which y/n smokes weed (sometimes) and she thinks her dealer is super cute, and harry always gives her a little extra because she’s sweet

word count: 8.2k

pairing: plug!h and y/n

warning: if you are uncomfortable with the use of drugs, please do not continue reading!! i DO NOT want to see any messages in my inbox that talk of ‘glamourizing’ this drug. if you don’t like it-> don’t read it. mentions of bullying, peer pressure, 

author’s notes: the second and final part to this fic will be posted next week, feb. 02 at 8am pst.

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Harry hated parties. 

Admittedly, they were a third of his source of income, but unless it wasn’t a gathering exclusively composed of his close circle, he didn’t want anything to do with it. They were too loud and sticky, messy and smelly. Red solo-cups littered at every available corner, half filled with Coca-cola, vodka, and the occasional sad, cigarette butt. Scantily clad girls and ‘discreet’ boys that didn’t know how to read body language that clearly screamed ‘I’M NOT INTERESTED!’. It just all got his nerves because half the time he knew they were only using him to get reduced prices on the marijuana he spent ample time on growing. 

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Intimacy

An anxious!reader fic.

Summary: Y/N hasn’t been intimate with someone in a long time, which makes her nervous about having sex with Harry for the first time.

Word count: 6.5k

Warnings: anxiety, smut (featuring soft dom!harry, fingering, thigh riding, oral - m receiving)

A/N: This is one last idea (for now) that I had for the anxious!reader universe. Lots of smut, but it’s very soft and sweet and full of love :)

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His hands. Y/N can’t stop staring at his hands.

There are a lot of things she finds attractive about Harry. Too many. It’s actually maddening how one person can have so many attractive qualities. Lately, her brain has decided to fixate on his hands. They’re pretty and elegant, strong and masculine.

His long fingers are often decorated with an ornate collection of rings. Sometimes his nails are painted with vibrant colours; other times, they’re unpainted but still clean and neatly trimmed. She can often see the veins that travel up the backs of his hands into his toned arms. He moisturizes them well too, so they rarely look dry.

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thank you for showing ceorry part 1 so much love!! I wanna give this series a name but I’m not very creative so if anyone has any ideas pls lmk 🫶🏾

harry is y/n’s boss, and he’s also a super rich ceo, and he thinks she’s so pretty :)

warnings: harry being super flirty and a nice kiss

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“Mr. Styles?”

The low voices Y/N hears through the door abruptly stop. “Y/N, come in.” Upon entering her boss’s office, she sees Mitch, the accountant from yesterday, sitting at Harry’s desk, charts and spreadsheets spread out. He looks proper annoyed by the intrusion, but Harry could not seem to care less. He looks at her intently while he waits for her to speak. 

“I’m ready to work,” Y/N lifts up her laptop and notebook and Harry’s eyes land on the items. “I really had a chance to get lots done this morning. I usually take Fridays to sleep in, but not today sir!”

“Ah, you’re ready to get started?” His desk is already cleared of documents to make room for her. “I’m glad you had a chance to really use it. It was useful, I’m hoping?”

Y/N nods quickly. “I did! It helped me actually knock out, like, half of my report.”

“That’s good to hear,” Harry’s positively beaming at her, and it makes Y/N flush. “I knew you could do it. You jus’ needed a little bit of help. Why don’t you come and sit? Mitch was just leaving.”

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Visiting Home

Summary: Y/N goes home with Harry to spend Christmas with his family, teasing during dinner, and then put the guest room to a very good use.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of wine, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, fluff

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Prince Hair Harry

"I hate flying, Harry." I say picking at my fingers, "I always get so nervous." I look around at the busy airport.

"Hey. Hey. Look at me." Harry cups my cheeks with his hands, "Breathe. Take a deep breathe, love. I'll be with you the whole time, okay."

I take a deep breathe and smile at him, "Okay."

He kisses the top of my head and pulls me into him, holding me as we wait in line, "Just breaths, baby. It'll be over before you know it."

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We board the plane and take our seats and Harry immediately takes my hand into his. His thumb strokes the back of my hand as he quickly texts his mom that were on the flight.

He puts his phone back in his pocket and shifts to look at me, "Are you excited to see my mom again?" I nod and smile, "I love your mom." He smiles, "She loves you, so does Gem. They're always asking me about you."

"Really?" I smile, "They're such nice people." I bounce my leg as the plane starts to take off.

"So, I was thinking.." he tucks hair behind my ear and leans in. He motions for me to lean in closer to him, so I do.

"We could have some fun while we're visiting home."

I tilt my head, "Oh yeah, for sure! You know the place best, babe."

He shakes his head and smirks, "No, no baby. Fun."

"Oh." I raise my eyebrows, "Oh!" I bite my lip and smile, "Like what?" He smirks, "Well, I thought that maybe you can wear that cute little dress we got you, to dinner one of the nights."

"Okay?" I question, trying to get him to say what he wants to say.

"And maybe.." he draws lines up and down my arm with his finger, "No panties."

I nod slowly, "I like that idea." He leans in and kisses my cheek, "I have some other ones, but.." he lays his head back, a curl falling down over his forehead, "You'll just have to wait and be surprised."

I shake my head and laugh, playing with his fingers for a little while before I fall asleep on his shoulder.

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"Hey, y/n. Wake up, love." Harry plays with my hair gently, "Baby. We're here."

I slowly blink open my eyes and lift my head from his shoulder, "Did-" I yawn, "Did I slept the whole time?"  I look over at him and he nods, "Yeah."

"Oh Harry, I'm sorry. Why didn't you wake me up?"

He shakes his head, "You weren't stressing out about the plane, plus you just looked so peaceful, I couldn't disturb you." He leans over and puckers his lips. I smile and kiss him, "I'm so excited."

He nods, "Me too. Me too."

We get off the plane and wait for our luggage, "Where is it? I'm starving."

"Mom will have dinner ready by the time we get there. I promise." He pulls me closer and I lean against him, resting my head on his chest. I perk up when I see our bags come around, "There they are."

Harry walks up and grabs the bags for us and we head out to the car.

"Your mom didn't have to get a car for us, we could have.. figured it out." I look over at him and he takes my hand, "It's a very special occasion."

"Oh gosh. Now I'm even more anxious." I bite my lip and he shakes his head, "Don't be. Just relax."

"No, Harry. You have to tell me." I beg.

He sighs and leans over, "I'm going to see how many time I can make you cum at dinner." He whispers lowly and my cheeks go red and I bite my lip, "O-oh."

He specks my cheek and looks out the window.

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"Ah! There she is!" Anne says running up to me. She wraps her arms around me, "How are you sweetheart?" I smile and lean back, "I'm good. You look great! How are you?"

She smiles, "Better now that I get to see you guys for a few days!"

"Hello to you too mom" Harry says walking over and setting the bags down. He hugs her and she laughs, "Oh you know I'm just as excited to see my baby boy."

She looks at me and shakes her head slightly with a laugh.

"You already replaced me as the favorite." Harry smiles as he shakes his head.

I smile and Anne walks me inside with her arm around me, "So. How was the flight?" I shrug, "I slept for most of it. I was nervous so I wasn't bothered by it."

"And how is this one treating you?" She nods at Harry with a smile, "Well, I hope"

"Don't worry, mom. I'm taking very good care of her." smirks and winks at me. I raise my eyebrows and tilt my head slightly.

"That's great to hear. Every time I talk to Harry it's always about how much he loves you." Anne smiles and shakes her head, "Hoping one day I can call you my official daughter in law."

I smile and look over at Harry, "I'd be honored to have you as my mother in law, Anne."

She smiles and looks around, "I'm going to go find Gem. She's excited you were coming." She walks away and I walk over to Harry, playfully hitting his arm, "Please don't embarrass me in front of your mother, Harry."

He laughs and plays dumb, "I don't know what you're talking about. I was just telling her that I take care of you.." he smirks, "Which I do."

I roll my eyes and look up at him, "You're lucky I love you."

"Yeah, yeah." He kisses my head, "I love you. This week will be fun, okay?"

"Family festivities fun or Harry fun?"

He shrugs and smiles as he looks up, "What's up, Gem?"

She walks over and hugs Harry, "Hey." She turns to me, "I'm glad you made it here safe. Hey, y/n." She hugs me and steps back, "He's treating you good, right? If not I'll have to kick his-"

"No worries, no worries. She's well taken care of." Harry smiles and slips a hand into my back pocket, giving my ass a little squeeze.

"Why don't you guys go up and get settled, dinner will be ready soon." Anne yells from the kitchen.

"Okay mom." Harry yells back, "Come on." He grabs my hand and pulls me with him.

He leads me up to the steps to the room we stayed in multiple times before.

"Should I wear the dress or cas-"

Harry spins me around and presses his lips to mine. His hand pushes the door shut and he wraps his arms around me.

"Harry." I whisper, but it doesn't get his attention, "Harry." I try to push him away but he slips a hand in my pants and starts to rub my clit, "Oh fu-"

He covers my mouth with his hand, "You have to be very, very quiet, baby."

I nod and close my eyes as his fingers work my clit. My moans are muffled by his hand and I dig my fingers into his arm.

"I want to feel you around my cock so bad." He nips my ear and i whimper, "But that'll have to wait for now."

He pulls his hand out of my jeans and unbuttons them, "But I will have a quick little taste if that's alright with you."

I nod and step out of my jeans. He walks me backwards to the bed, his arm around my waist as he sets me down, "Stay quiet."

He dips his head between my legs and my hands slaps against my mouth. I arch my back off the bed as his tongue works between my folds.

I moan and press my hands harder against my mouth.

He grips my hips and pins them down, moaning lowly against me. I drop a hand down to the bed and grip at the blanket.

I bite my lip and my eyes roll back as I fight off moaning. I squeeze my thighs together and grip his hair, "Mm." I bring a hand up to cover my mouth again as my orgasm takes over.

My legs fall limp to the sides as Harry leans back. He pushes his hair back and smirks at me. I shake my head and smile.

He pulls me up and kisses me, my taste still on his lips, "Good girl." He whispers, "Let's see how you do during dinner."

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I ended up wearing the dress.

The dress with no panties under it.

I'm three glasses of wine deep and working on a fourth.

"Y/N sweetie, how's your mom doing?" Anne asks setting her glass down. I nod and smile, "She's good. Her business is starting to take off. She's getting more clients everyday she's open."

"She does beautiful work, I was looking at her page, she deserves it. She's an amazing artist." Gemma says sipping her drink.

I smile and Harry slips a hand under dress and rests it on my thigh, "Um, yeah. She definitely dedicates a lot of time to it."

"She's very deserving of it, then." Gemma smiles, "I'm going to clear these plates and then we can talk more." She gets up and grabs a few dishes.

"Oh here let me-" I go to stand up but Anne waves me to sit back down, "No, no. You're a guest, please. Sit back down."

I nod and look over at Harry who has a smirk plastered on his face, "Hi."

I bite my lip and shake my head.

He leans in, "You know you want it." He moves closer to me and his hand slides further up. I grip the table and spread my legs slightly.

"That's my girl." He whispers as his fingers slide up and down my slit. I close my eyes and keep my lip between my teeth.

He works his fingers in and out slowly.

I can feel him watching me, getting a rise out of doing this.

"Harry, sweetie." Anne says causing me to jump, "Can you come get this dish off the top shelf for me?"

Harry nods and pulls his hand out, "Of course." I hear Anne walk away and Harry fingers his fingers to his mouth, wrapping his lips around them.

I watch as he slowly pulls them out and smirks, "We're not done."

He gets up and walks into the kitchen and I sit there trying to collect myself.

"So." Gemma says walking in and sitting across from me, "Anything new with you?" I shake my head, "Still hate flying, but we're here."

She laughs, "I get that. Once you do it so many times it just because.. a normal thing? I don't know. It definitely gets easier."

"Okay. Dessert!" Anne says walking in. She sets cake down on the table and Harry sets the plates down. "Oh my, that looks so good." I lean forward and set my glass down.

"It does. Doesn't it." Harry looks at me and gives me a wink. I smile slightly and shake my head.

He walks back over and sits down next to me, close like before. His hand goes back to my thigh and his thumb gently brushes against my skin.

Anne hands out the plates of cake, "Thank you." I say, picking up my fork. Anne walks over to give Gemma one and sits down.

Harry slips his hand higher up and I spread my legs again, "So, mom." Harry says, "What are you plans for this week?"

"We'll, I'm definitely taking y/n shopping. I need some time with her. I've missed her dearly." Anne smiles at me.

I smile back and try to keep my composure as Harry circles my clit with his finger, "Sounds.. fun. Im always down for shopping."

"Yeah, it's ridiculous sometimes." He says shaking his head.

"Oh you only say that because you're a man." Gemma teases, "If you were a woman, you know very well you'd be in the shops looking around too."

Harry shrugs and laughs, "Probably." He works his finger back into me and I rest my thumb on my mouth.

"There's no rush to get up in the morning either, whenever everyone gets up is when we'll start the gift giving. I know how it is flying from all the way over there to here." Anne says, "You guys need your rest."

"Yeah, I'll probably turn in early." Harry works another finger in.

"I don't know." I say fighting a smirk, "I feel pretty alright right now. I mean I'm sure it'll hit me later on, though."

"Oh it most definitely will." Gemma says, "That jet lag is a killer."

Harry nods, "Yeah, it's a very rough time." His glances over at me and pulls his hand out.

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Harry checks his phone and lets out a, very fake, yawn, "I'm going to head up to bed." He kisses my cheek and takes his arm from around my shoulder, "Come up whenever."

He gives his mom a kiss on the cheek and walks towards the steps. I look over my shoulder at him and he gives me a wink.

I smile and look back at Anne, "We're so happy to have you here, y/n."

"I'm happy to be here, Anne." I look at the fire place and finish my wine, "I appreciate that you enjoy me being around."

"Of course, sweetie. Now why don't you get up to bed. We have a big day tomorrow!" He reaches over and pats my shoulder, "You'll always be welcome here. You're the best thing to happen to Harry and I appreciate you loving him the way you do."

"He's the best thing that's happened to me. I really do love him." I smile and stand up. I grab my wine glass and take it out to the kitchen before I head upstairs.

I slowly open the door and step in. The room is dark, but some candles that are lit, "Harry?" I question as I shut the door.

He steps out from what I'm guessing is the bathroom and walk over to me, "About time you came up."

"Yeah, me and your mom were.." he leans down and kisses my neck, "Talking." I breathe out.

"I want you so bad." He mumbles against my neck, "Thinking of how wet you are.." he kisses up my neck and grabs my ass to pull me closer, "I need to feel you."

I wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me up and walks over to the bed, "Quiet, baby." He whispers as he kisses down my neck.

He takes the towel off his waist and pushes my dress up, "Fuck." He groans as he pumps his cock a few times. I spread my legs and he positions himself between my knees.

He looks down at me as he slides in, "Harry." I breathe out, "Fuck."

"Shh." He groans leaning down to kiss me. I moan into his mouth and he brings his hand up and lays his palm to my lips.

He starts to thrust faster, biting his lip and tilting his head back. He reaches his other hand up and grips the headboard, "fuck." He curses quietly.

His hair hangs down over his face and his lips part. I lay a hand over his mouth and close my eyes as I can feel myself getting closer to cuming.

I wrap my legs around his waist and arch my back off the bed, moaning into his hand and grabbing the sheets with the other one.

He leans up and grips my hips, "You're so beautiful." He bites his lip and continues thrusting. I smile as I watch him, biting my lip to contain the moans I want to scream out.

He leans down, "I love you."

"I love you." I kiss him and run a hand through his hair, "I love you so much." I whimper and clench around him as he makes me cum a second time, "Fuck."

He kisses down my neck and groans, "Y/N.. fuck.." he pulls out and whimpers into my neck which is so fucking hot.

He leans up after keeping his head on my shoulder for a few minutes, "Hold on." He grabs his towel and gently wipes off my body.

He lays down next to me and pulls the cover over us, "I want to start a family with you."

I turn my head slightly, "Really?"

"Why do you sound so surprised?" He asked with a chuckle.

"I'm not, I want to, too. I just- with the band and everything I wasn't sure if now would be a good time, you know?" I roll over to face him, "You really want to?"

He nods and kisses my nose, "I do."

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poly rafe and topper. beach sex?

A/N: I decided to make it a headcanon, since, for some reason, I couldn’t write that great for it to be an imagine. I’m sorry. *It's very long tho*

Sex on the beach [HC]

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female!Reader x Topper Thornton

Words: 3.5k+

Type: Smut

Warnings: Minors DNI. ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE 18 AND ABOVE! Female!Reader. Mentions of smoking weed. SMUT (threesome; oral [male receiving]; choking; sort of public sex; praise kink; mentions of bodily fluids; and slight overstimulation).

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

You're not exactly someone that likes the idea of public sex.

Okay, ignore the day at the cinema. That's different, you were too horny that day.

You just don't like the idea of being surrounded by people when you're doing the nasty.

Just... no.

So, when Rafe told you about wanting to have sex at the beach at least once in his life, you were more than spectacle about it.

Topper seemed fine with it and even excited to do it, so it really put all the pressure on you

Yet, even though you felt the need to give them an answer, both of them didn't push you to do anything, like they never do.

So, it was sort of forgotten.

Rafe had presented that idea around winter, so nobody really was thinking about doing anything during way too low temperatures and risk having hypothermia.

Yet, the idea came back to your head when the days started to get warmer.

You were just being driven to school by Rafe, sharing the passenger's seat with Topper when you decided to ask:

"When you say that you want to have beach sex... Do you mean anywhere on the beach, or somewhere more private?"

Rafe swears to God that he almost crashed right there on that second, but he was able to get full control of the car again a second later.

You were scolded by both of them between your embarrassed yet panicked giggles, as they said things such as:

"You can't say things like that while I'm driving!"

"We could've crashed!"

You ended up all getting to school before you even got your answer, but you also weren't scared of talking about it in a parking lot.

"So...?"

"So what?"

"You didn't answer my question."

With an arm over your shoulders as you held Top's hand, Rafe leaned in a bit to keep his voice low.

"I like the thrill of getting caught, not the actual getting caught."

"So, the second option?"

"Why? Are you considering it?"

Oh, the smile Rafe gave you as Topper asked that question.

"Maybe." You shrugged.

Both of the guys shared a look and soon you three reached the doors of the school. Exactly when you all had to go your separate ways.

After sharing kisses due to not being able to see each other until lunch, Rafe smacked your ass as you walked away while saying loudly.

"Think very well about it!"

Oh, and you did.

That day, you could not, for the life of you, concentrate in class. All you did was think about it a bit too much. You were fidgety on your chair. Legs crossed to try and control yourself.

All you could think about was every single thing you three could do at the beach. Even though the sand doesn't sound that comfortable, the idea of being taken by your two boyfriends over it made everything sound even too good to be possible.

All of that while Rafe and Topper only shared smiles between mutual classes as if to say 'it's about to happen' with just a look.

By lunch, you felt awful. You had to fight your own mind the whole day to try and focus on your classes, yet at the same time think about your needs and wants.

You sat, like every day, with the boys before actually eating just to have some sort of communication. Rafe had taken your favorite seat, so you took a seat over one of his legs instead.

Some of your friends were also at the table, and you were able to greet them sweetly to the best of your ability.

You honestly felt like you were going insane.

Rafe noticed how much you were moving over his leg or how less you were eating. Yet, he didn't say anything.

At that same hour, you made your decision.

You are going to have god damn sex on the beach.

Happy with your decision, you went on with your day. Letting the idea of future possible actions marinate in your head.

Only after classes, when you were standing by Rafe's truck, you decided to say it out loud.

"I've made my decision."

You three were getting in the truck as you said it, so that made Rafe stop from hopping into the driver's seat and Topper from the backseat.

"What did you say?"

You sat in silence, a little smile appearing on your face as you did it, and the two guys jumped in, slamming their doors in excitement.

"I've made my decision." You repeated.

"And..." Rafe said.

"And..." You add suspense, making the two boys look at you with more widened eyes. "I think I would be open to trying it."

Rafe and Topper felt like shouting in celebration on that same second. God, even do a cartwheel if that was needed. They were so excited.

But they played it cool.

"Okay..." Rafe had mumbled at you while nodding slowly, "Good to know."

If you hadn't known him for so long, you would've thought he wasn't interested in it anymore, but he's a faker by heart.

"When are we going to do it?" You asked, eyeing the gloomy sky over the car.

The boys put their excitement behind them and the three of you decide to do it whenever OBX stops having bipolar weather and actually gets warmer. Putting everyone's comfort and safety first.

And until then, you three had to suffer simply with the idea in your minds.

"Suffer" as in your relationship's way to do so, aka having sex like any other day but with another ideal location in mind.

The wait is not as bad as you thought it would be. OBX might have serious problems in having stable weather changes, but when summer approaches, it comes at full speed with very overwhelming temperatures.

That also means: everyone starts going to the beach after school and tourons emerge out of nowhere.

So, yeah. With now clear skies and hot sun under your heads, all you have to worry about now is: where in the heck are you three even going to find a spot to have sex?

Quite an interesting activity, to be quite honest.

You go to the beach with your friends, you look at the trees not too far and tilt in your head, and ask yourself mentally: "Maybe?"

Rafe goes fishing with his dad, stops at someone's port to go get extra supplies, and sees the bushes that meet the sides of the house of his father's friend, which has a beach as their backyard. "Could be possible."

Topper goes out to have dinner with his family in the restaurant with a view to the sea and eyes the huge rock that blocks anyone's view at the other side of it. "Interesting."

It took you weeks to even go forward with it.

And today just seems to be the day.

Your large group of friends had planned a whole Saturday at the beach.

Begins as the sun rises, meets its middle around the bonfire, and ends on the next morning, head throbbing and with nausea due to being hungover.

It's a smaller beach, one that usually only Kooks hang out in - even though some tourons find their way in... something that isn't all that well received - so everything is pretty calm.

At the beginning of the day, when you first got to the beach, you didn't really think it would happen. It just felt too impossible after so many days of planning.

But nobody controls their thoughts after passing a few joints all-around a group of people.

With everyone more relaxed and calm, the evening seemed to go even better than you had expected.

But, that calmness also means that you stop worrying about a lot of things.

Things that have been worrying you for weeks.

You were talking to your friends, the sun was beginning to set, and your full-on attention was on Rafe and Topper in the distance. They had been in the water with some other people, they were laughing and having fun.

But, gosh, when they walked out of the water you felt like you were about to go insane.

Both of them with their shorts pretty low on their hips, dripping with water, skin glowing with the sun... Yeah, you went feral mode.

In your defense, you tried to play it cool in the first 15 minutes. Laughed as they ran after you and your dry-self with open arms and probably with freezing skin due to the water.

But, right after Topper caught you, hugged you, and even put you down, you looked at each other and it was almost as if he could read your mind.

"Where?"

You tilt your head over to your side and Topper looks over. Whatever direction you signed at.

It has at least 4 small storage cabins and the usual sight of thick bushes and trees that blocks any eyes of your friends from looking at what's behind them.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

You nod with a smile and he looks over at Rafe, who's staring at you confused as all hell.

"I'll go check it out. Talk to him." Topper tells you and you nod.

He lets go of you and you turn all the way back to Rafe. He gives you one of his usual sweet smiles and you give him a kiss.

"Do those bushes look comfortable to you?"

With a chuckle at how weird the question is, Rafe looks in the direction Topper disappeared to and his eyes widen.

"No way."

"Yes way." You nod.

You two are able to join Topper with not even a minute later and you were containing yourself from jumping around them in excitement.

Finally, the day that has been in your mind for so long has finally come.

You three stand in the, hopefully, completely hidden place and eyed what's around you. Just to check if you're about to get spooked midway through.

The tingling at your core has been getting worse and the fact that you're holding onto Rafe's hand is just making it worse.

"I think we're good." Topper says after doing a little walk around.

The boys share a look before looking down at you and you try not to crumble at their intense stare.

Topper's hands are the first ones to touch you. They touch your back softly while pulling you closer to him and you're the one to make your lips meet.

Rafe stands beside you as you do it, and eyes your body up and down, almost as if trying to decide where to start.

Topper's sweetness does a big contrast to Rafe's roughness, yet it's something you'll never get tired of.

Rafe carefully undoes the tie at the back of your neck, letting it gracefully fall off your chest and exposing your boobs to the breeze.

You pull away from the kiss and Rafe undoes the second tie in your back, letting your bikini top fall onto the ground.

His hands come up to hold your chin and head up to look at him, one of them wraps around your neck and tugs you closer to him.

Topper starts littering kisses on your shoulder and you almost whimper to try and finally kiss Rafe.

He smiles at your desperate stare and gives you a peck. You whine and he tightens his hold onto your neck, making it a tiny bit harder to breathe in.

Topper's hands hold onto the sides of your second part of the bikini and Rafe turns you to him as Topper starts pulling them down, slowly.

Way too slowly for your sanity.

Your hands rest onto Rafe's stomach as if to steady yourself and soon you feel Topper stand behind you.

With a hold on your hips, Topper makes you lean back into him and his hand soon finds your front.

Rafe reconnects your lips, yet this time, the kiss is almost rough enough to bruise. You moan against his lips, making your hands hold onto his sides with your nails as his continue squeeze your poor neck.

You let out a moan as you feel Topper's hand cup your pussy. He lays another kiss on your shoulder and soon he starts moving his fingers.

Rafe pulls away and you sigh, trying to look down at Topper's hand while Rafe still holds your head steady.

Almost as if to annoy you, Rafe looks down at where you can't and smiles widely. You whine at both Topper's slow touch and Rafe's teasing and that makes Rafe's darkened eyes go back to you.

"Who gets to fuck her?"

That shouldn't have made you moan, but you're too far gone in your world of bliss to even care.

"You go." Rafe tells Topper.

Topper lets go of you suddenly and Rafe gives you another peck on the lips.

"You wanna ride Topper, baby?" He asks against your lips.

You nod with the best of your ability and he smiles again.

"Get on it, then."

You hold onto Rafe's wrist and pull your head back slightly away from his grip. Almost hesitatingly.

Your eyes fall on Topper and he has just taken a seat on the ground and is taking his shorts off.

You straddle his lap before the shorts can even go down his upper thighs and he smiles at your eagerness.

Before starting, you lean down to give him a quick kiss and he gives your hips a squeeze.

Rafe stands beside the two of you, still with his shorts on, and you look up at him. He gives you a reassuring nod and you look back down at Topper.

With one hand, you hold onto Topper's hard cock and hold it at your entrance.

Your warmth and wetness are able to make Topper let out a moan. And as you slowly sink to meet his hips with yours, Rafe has to put his hand over your mouth.

Yes, you're well hidden but people can still hear you.

You stop moving as you sit over Topper's lap and Rafe takes out his hand over your mouth. You're breathing heavy already and you lean in to have a hand over Topper's stomach.

The boys wait patiently and as soon as you feel ready, your hips start to move and Rafe makes you hold yourself back up.

Topper throws his head back as you start moving up and down and your hand reaches the top of Rafe's shorts. You tug on them and his dick springs free, making you smile at him.

He studies you seriously as you carefully take ahold of his cock and his intense stare almost makes your movements on top of Topper slow down submissively.

Topper sits up to hold you closer to him and your fist finally closes around Rafe's cock.

His tip is leaking and your thumb carefully swipes over it to collect all of his precum. His mouth opens ever so slightly as you take your thumb over to your lips and offer him a grin while sucking on it.

Rafe takes ahold of the back of your head yet he doesn't push you to do anything. You lean in, on your own, and wrap your hand back up around the base of his dick.

He throws his head back in pleasure as you take his tip onto your mouth and that's when you realize that you have stopped moving over Topper.

And he's not even bothered by it. He lays kisses on your neck as you take Rafe deeper and deeper into your mouth, right in front of his eyes, and all while your pussy pulsates around him.

He sucks onto some of the sensitive skin on your neck and gives you slight bites as you continue to pull your head in closer to Rafe.

Rafe, even though he still has a hold on the back of your head, still lets you move at your own pace, but he looks away at the sight of you sitting still.

"Don't stop riding Topper, baby, come on." He tells you.

You follow his words and restart moving up and down, letting your body rise and fall back onto Topper's lap.

He lets out little whimpers close to your ear that honestly drives you even more insane.

You pull Rafe out of your mouth, letting your hand start doing the movements around him as you try to concentrate on keeping yourself steady and hold back your moans from Topper's dick inside of you.

"Fuck, you feel so good." Topper whimpers into your ear.

You bring your mouth back to Rafe and look up at him through your lashes. He meets your gaze and you give him a little nod.

At your sign, Rafe starts pushing your mouth towards him slowly. You hollow your cheeks and relax your throat, letting him do his thing.

Topper wraps both of his arms around your torso, forcing yourself to sit more harshly over him and you moan around Rafe.

He smiles after the sensation of the vibrations of your voice and he starts moving your head faster and more roughly.

You are not even doing anything. Topper has taken full control over your movements by the hold he has on you, and Rafe is fucking your mouth.

The pleasure that has been building up at the bottom of your tummy has doubled just with the thought of what's happening.

You can still hear people's voices in the distance, as well as their laughter.

The sand is a bit harsh on your knees and the sound of the sea, not too far from you, is enough to make reawake and understand what type of situation you three are in.

Yet the sudden thought of anyone coming to look for you just gives your head the little extra thought to send you overboard.

Rafe's eyes are closed, his movements only slow down whenever you gag over how forcefully he's hitting the back of your throat, and Topper is moaning close to your ear.

You grip onto Topper's hair as you feel close to reaching your peak and he pulls away to look at you.

"You can let go, princess." He whispers at you. "Don't worry about it."

Rafe reopens his eyes at his words and pulls your mouth away from him. He takes a look at you and you look down at where your body meets with Topper's.

Your clit continuously grazes over his pelvis and you feel getting closer and closer to your orgasm.

And you're squeezing him so tight that it's also starting to bring him over the edge.

Your muffled moans over Rafe's hand again, the way you're clinging onto his hair, the way your boobs are right by his face, bouncing with your body, the sounds of your wet pussy slapping against his him... He knows that he's close.

Rafe watches the two of you with his darkened eyes and right as you try and reopen your eyes from your building-up orgasm, your eyes meet his and you finally reach it.

Your moans get louder but Rafe's hand is just enough to muffle them enough and Topper accelerates slightly, riding out your orgasm and bringing his closer.

Your eyes never leave Rafe as you breathe heavily and his hand is tight over your mouth.

Topper's hold on you tightens and you drift your eyes over to him. Rafe uncovers your mouth and you bring Topper into a kiss. You muffle his moans with it and right as you do it, you feel the ropes of his cum coating your inner walls.

You pull away and he breathes heavily against your lips, looking at you with half-closed eyes, lost in the moment.

Rafe's hand, the one that has been sitting on the back of your head, moves, and pets your hair comfortingly.

You look up at him and your heart tightens at the fact that he hasn't even come yet and he's being all careful and soft with you. Very unlike him during these sorts of situations.

"Do you want me to ride you?"

Rafe considers saying 'no' due to you looking too tired, but your pulling onto his hand tells him otherwise.

"Sit." You tell him.

You lift from Topper's lap as Rafe sits down and you quickly straddle him. Your hands cup his face, seeing the soft look he has, and give him a kiss.

You slide him inside of you, not letting even one drop of Topper's cum drip off you, and you let your pussy adjust to his bigger size before starting to move.

Your mouth had already made Rafe get close to his peak, with all your moans and how far he was able to take you. But your pussy, god, Rafe already feels like he's falling apart.

You move at a rhythm similar to the one you were doing with Topper and you can already Rafe twitch inside of you.

"Come inside of me, please." You sigh in Rafe's ear.

He squeezes onto your waist, but not to hold you steady, if anything, it just to encourage you into moving further.

You bring him into a kiss just like Topper and then you feel him come. His face almost creates a frown and he holds onto you closer to him.

You slow down your movements as you feel his muscles spasm very, very slightly at the overstimulation under you.

Your sweaty chests are attached to one another and you close your eyes for a second as you feel him relax against you.

After a few seconds, you give him a peck on the lips and look over at Topper while Rafe rests his head onto your shoulder, feeling out of breath.

"Does this complete your wish?" Topper asks Rafe playfully.

He raises his head from your shoulder and looks at him.

"We can always go further whenever they all pass out." He answers while pointing at your friend group in the distance.

"What? Around the fire?" You ask.

"I heard having sex in the water is like in the pool." Topper lifts his eyebrows as he speaks.

Rafe looks at you in question and you can't help but laugh.

"You two are unbelievable."

Is this good? I'm never confident in my smut. I feel like I sped it up too much and gave it too much plot. 

Lmk what you think! (Pls)

Small Favor

Topper Thornton

18+

Warnings: smut, oral, lowkey prostitution lol

Summary: being stuck with the pogues on the mainland, they pushed you into asking Topper for help. A favor for a favor

There you all were, heading to the mainland with a busted car and no money. Like usual. Everyone was pestering you to ask Topper to somehow give you guys a ride to where you needed. You guys were on the ferry and to Jj it was your only option.

“Y/n we’re stuck, we have no way around. You have to do it, it’s the way of the pogues.” JJ says as he held onto your shoulders. “Not to that extreme JJ! No one has ever gone that far.” John B says. “Look, y/n we have no other option! It’s not like you haven’t sucked anyone off before.” JJ says shrugging. “I’m not, I can’t. I don’t do that stuff JJ.” You say. “Please y/n, Toppers like obsessed with you. He’d do anything for you.” Kie added. “I’m not fucking sucking him off to get us around!” You yelled. “Cmon y/n, please. I’ll make it up to you later.” Your best friend JJ says. You thought about it, and it wasn’t like you hadn’t done stuff with Topper before. So you gave in. “Fine, but you all owe it to me.” You say. “Over there.” JJ points to Topper who was sitting and drinking something. You flipped JJ off and walked over to him. There’s no way you were about to do this, ask your ex for a ride in exchange for head. It come to this point, you knew what you were taking on when you became friends with them.

“Hey Top!” You smiled. He stood up and hugged you tightly. Weirdly you all of a sudden felt okay with doing it. “W-what are you doing out here?” He asks looking you over. “I’m actually going to the mainland, have some risky business to do.” You chuckled. “Do I even want to know?” He laughed. He sat back in the seat with his arms crossed, the more you looked at him the more you wanted to do it. “Probably not.” You giggled. “We’ll I have a proposal.” You say leaning on the table. You placed your head in your hands and looked at him smiling. “Wanna join the dark side?” You asked. He leaned forward and copied your position. “Meaning what?” He asks. “So we need to steal something back, regardless we need your help and your truck.” You say. “And what’s in this for me?” He asks. “I’m glad you asked, where’s your truck?” You asked. “Up there.” He pointed to the rows and rows of cars. “Let’s go to your truck and I’ll tell you.” “Uh okay?” He says.

The two of you hopped in his truck, the back seat. “So if you do this for us, I’ll give you me. Whatever you want from me. Sex, head, whatever you name it.” You say relaxing into the seat. “Y/n this is basically prostitution you do realize that right?” He says trying not to laugh. “What’s it matter? We’ve already done stuff before. So why not do it again? Except both of us get something out of it.” You say moving in closer to him. Your hand resting on his chest. “I hate that you have me wrapped around your finger.” He laughed. You leaned into him kissing him, his shirt balled up in your hand. You pulled his shorts down with his cock springing out. You got on your knees and traced your finger on his bare thigh. Looking at him you bit your lip and spit on his tip. Slowly stroking him in one hand. Leaning over you took him into your mouth, what you couldn’t fit you pumped. His stomach muscles contorted against you, his jaw fell slack groaning each time you took him in. He pulled your hair back out of your face, you bobbed up and down. You felt your lips swelling around him. He was twitching in your mouth, ready to explode.

“I’ve missed those lips around me.” He bucked his hips up into your face gagging you. “Oh fuck, fuck yea” he moaned as you went deeper on his length. You let him push your head down, he hit the back of your throat making your eyes start watering. A long groan strung from his lips as you swiped your tongue across his tip. “I’m not letting you go after this, not losing you again.” He mumbled. His other arm stretched over the car seats and the other still on your head. He lifted his hips again letting you know he was close. “I wanna be fucking you when I cum. But god I’d love to see those lips covered.” He hummed. You pulled off of him, slowly savoring him in your mouth. He ran his fingers over your swollen lips and held your chin. He kissed you deeply, it gave you that anxious butterfly feeling in your stomach.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this, for us.” He says as he slowly laid you down, he was perched above you as he kissed you. One of his hands slid up your shirt, his hands were soft and delicate. “Top?” You say looking up at him. “Yea?” He says as he hovered over you. “Fuck me, please.” You whine.

“Then let’s do it.” He says. He pulled his shorts off and you followed, his cock sprung out against his stomach, once again leaking precum. “Shit” you muttered under your breath. “What?” Topper asks looking at you. “N-nothing, you’re just a lot bigger than I remember. I’m not sure if you’ll fit in me...” You giggled. “We’ll make it fit.” He says smirking. You watched him spit on your pussy, he dragged his tip over it and slowly pushed into you. “Fuck” you gasped as he stretched you out slowly. Your mouth gaped, your breath hitched as he pulled out and pushed back in. “God you’re so tight, whoever your fucking isn’t doing a good job.” He whispered with a smirk pinching at his lip. He thrusted into you fast and hard, moans slipped your lips as he fucked into you. “Top!” You whine, your hands grasped his shoulders tightly leaving small marks in his skin.

“Missed me haven’t you?” He says against you ear. “Mhm” you hummed. You couldn’t even speak, you couldn’t even open your eyes. You felt him deep in you. His hair fell into your face and his, you pushed his hair out of his face and didn’t let go. You pulled on his hair, and he gripped you tightly. Each time he hit your gspot your grasp tightened. “Fuck! Top, I’m gonna cum holy shit.” You shriek. “Cum when you need to, I’m not far behind you.” He says as he positioned into you. Your stomach was hot, it was climaxing fast. One more thrust and you were about to tip over. Your whole body tensed and quickly released itself. “Fuckkkk” he groaned pulling out of you. Your juices dripping down your legs along with his seed.

“Jesus Christ.” You huff as you laid down in the seat. He cleaned you up and he redressed himself helping you after. You sat up and finger combed your hair so you didn’t look so messy. “You know, I would’ve helped you out for nothing in return.” He says as he pulled you into his arms. “We’ll, I’ve missed this.” You say. “Yea? Well, why don’t we talk about it later. Hm?” He says rubbing your arm. “Yea.” You smiled against him. He helped you out of the car and you lead him back to where everyone was.

“I’ll take that as you did a lot more than what I said.” JJ laughed. “Shut up” you said slapping him playfully. “Well, he agreed. He’s gonna help us.” You say smiling. “Just no delinquent shit ok? No law bending or breaking.” Topper says with a small laugh. “There’s no such thing as laws when you’re with us.” John B slapped his shoulder and walked off.

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Anchor Tattoo

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary:

Word count: 1600

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, cheating, jealousy, fighting, fingering, oral (female receiving), makeup sex

The sparks flew the second I met Y/N at a party. I was captivated by the way her hips seductively swayed to the music. She looked like she didn’t have a care in the world. Her eyes met mine and I could tell she was more than pleased at the way I was studying her. By the end of the night, she was wrapped around my cock in the backseat of my truck. 

Now everything would have been fine, besides the fact that I had a girl and she had a boyfriend. Unfortunately for them, they both passed on that party. And yeah I know it was wrong, but I didn’t give a shit when I was inside of her. She was like a drug to me. I could never go longer than a week without having her. 

We had been at this game for three months now. And everything was going great. We were sneaky and had a good system for not getting caught. The problems started when I started feeling myself getting angrier and angrier after every encounter when she’d leave to go back to the loser she called her boyfriend. I tried hard to hide it but I could tell that she was starting to notice my agitation. 

“What is your problem, Rafe?” She questioned me.

“Nothing! Go back to your pathetic ass boyfriend!” I yelled at her as I pointed to my door. 

“Are you serious? You’re fucking jealous? You’re the one that’s pathetic.” She scolded me and her words stung. “You knew what this was when we started this.” She gathered her purse and keys and started heading for the door. 

“Yeah well, maybe I’d like to change that.” I said in a gentler voice, trying to calm myself down. 

“What?” She turned to face me, confusion washed over her face. 

“You heard me Y/N. I broke up with her.”

“When?” 

“Three days ago.” I walked over to her and tried to grab her hand, but she pulled away. 

“That doesn’t change anything Rafe. That’s not what I want from you.” I laughed and took a step back. I refused to believe that she felt nothing for me. Maybe at first, it was all about sex but it had flourished into something else and I know it wasn’t one-sided. 

“What about last week when you called me up and came over? We didn’t even fuck. We just hung out and you stayed over.” She rolled her eyes and I could feel my anger coming back. 

“You’re overthinking shit. I’m not going to do this with you.” Her words were cold. 

“Fine, go then. Don’t come back to me when he can’t even get you off.” She scoffed at me and then stormed out of my room and out of the house. I punched a hole in my wall when I watched her pull out of the driveway. Why couldn’t I just keep my mouth shut? Now I’ve lost her in every way. 

A week went by and I hadn’t heard from her. I honestly was hoping I would. Hoping she would come crawling back. But I knew I was the one that fucked it up. At this point, I texted her a couple of times telling her I was sorry for how I acted and that I missed her, and needed her. All those texts went unanswered. 

I hated how she was stuck in my head. The way her nose scrunched up when she laughed, the pretty sounds she would make underneath me, her anchor tattoo on the back of her shoulder. Pull yourself together, I thought to myself. As another week went by, I wished I had never met her. I was attempting to take a nap when my phone rang beside me on my end table. I sat up immediately when I realized it was her. 

“Hello.” 

“Rafe.” It was so nice to hear her voice, especially when it was saying my name. 

“What do you want Y/N?” She sighed deeply and took a pause before responding.

“I broke up with him.” I wasn’t sure that I had heard her correctly. 

“What?” 

“I broke up with him Rafe and I’m so sorry for the things I said to you. I didn’t mean them. I was just scared. You scared me. You’ve made me feel things I’ve never felt before and I didn’t know what to do.” She stopped, not wanting to keep rambling on. Feelings of relief washed over me as I smiled into the phone. 

“Come over beautiful. I want to see you.” She laughed and I was mad that I couldn’t see it. 

“Okay, I’ll be there in ten.” 

She pulled up into my driveway and I met her outside. Her smile burned bright, the moment she saw me. She slammed her door and ran into my arms. I picked her up and smashed my lips into her, the most passionate moment we had ever shared. For the first time, I finally really had her. All to myself. I placed her back down on the ground and pulled away so I could look into her sweet eyes. 

“I love you Y/N.” She smiled and placed her hands on my chest.

“I love you too.” She grabbed me by my shirt and kissed me again. I felt a fire forming through my whole body for her. 

“Let me take you inside and show you how much I love you.” I smirked and picked her back up and she shrieked with excitement. I pushed open the door and carried her all the way up the stairs. I never realized how much romance I had in me. She brought it out of me. I kicked my door closed and set her down gently on my bed, quickly hovering over her. 

Usually, we are straight to the point when it comes to being physical but things were different now. I wanted to take my time with her. I reattached my lips to hers and she put her hands through my hair. 

After a while of us intensely making out, I moved my lips to her neck. I let my hands wander down her body and slid my hand down her pants. She gasped out as my fingers came into contact with her clit. She was soaking for me already and I was instantly hard. I started rubbing soft circles with my fingers and I sucked on her neck. She tugged hard on my hair, letting me know I was doing a good job. I loved making her feel like this. She moaned out loudly when I slowly pushed a finger inside of her. I had her right where I wanted her. 

“Please just fuck me already.” She begged.

“I’ll get to that baby, be patient.” She whined and I added another finger, pumping in and out at a faster pace. I worked her up just enough before abandoning my actions. I pulled my hand from her and pulled her pants and underwear off. She sat up and helped me remove her top and bra. I admired her tits fully on display for me. I leaned down and placed kisses all over them before continuing down her stomach. I could tell she was getting impatient with me when she tried to shove my head down to where she ached for me the most. I smirked up at her and she rolled her eyes. 

I placed wet kisses on the inside of her thighs before diving in, flicking my tongue over her clit making her arch her back immediately. It was a sight to see her in such a blissful state, one I put her in. I teased her entrance with my tongue a few times before reattaching my lips to her clit. I pushed my fingers back inside of her, taking my sweet time to find her sweet spot. Everything about her sounds and the way she squirmed underneath me was begging me to let her cum. She started clenching around my fingers and I felt her let go. I lapped up all her juices before looking up at her with a smirk. 

“You taste even better now that you’re mine.” She leaned up to grab and pull me up to her, kissing me hard wanting to taste herself on my lips and tongue. I moaned into her mouth when I felt her hand start to palm me through my jeans. I pulled my shirt over my head and got rid of my pants quickly. I didn’t want to keep her waiting any longer. 

I positioned myself with her core and pushed into her slowly. We both let out moans and her head hit the back of the pillow. I started out with slow thrusts and she wrapped her legs around me, already needing me to go deeper. She really will be the death of me.

“You feel so good around me baby.” She clawed at my back as I gripped her hips. 

“Don’t stop, just please don’t stop.” Her voice was shaky and already out of breath. Something about my pace and the whole emotion of the whole night had us both so close already. 

“You’re mine now, no one else will ever have you again.”  I whispered into her ear as I buried my face in her neck and slowly increased my speed. She was tightening around me and I was tethering on the edge. 

“I’m yours.” 

“Then cum for me baby.” She grabbed my face so she could kiss me as her walls pulsated around me. I came undone deep inside of her seconds later. After I helped us ride out our highs, I pulled out of her and rested my face on her chest. She played with my hair as we both sought to catch our breaths. 

“You’re perfect.” She whispered to me and I was the happiest I’d been in a long time. 

“If you say so, it must be true.” We both giggled and I drifted off to sleep, praying that what I just experienced wasn’t a dream. 

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Masterlist

Dark Masterlist

only you

summary: a midnight meeting is never off the cards for him.

notes: i cranked this one out like two two weeks ago but i didnt get around to editing it... apologies! this is a continuation of my same person, same mistakes fic, as it concerns rafe with a gf and the reader being highschool fwb with him. features a masturbation kink, dirty talk, and a whole lot of nostalgia! enjoy my darlings, and dont forget to watch the fuck out of obx 3 (i finished it an hour ago and its 2:00 am my time and im not sure). feel free to talk to me about it ;)

tags: rafe cameron x fem!reader

word count: 2213

It’s nearly 3 am when he shows up at your house, mind all over the place, and parks in your driveway. He knows your parents won’t be mad seeing his truck— they can’t help but love him. He slams the driver’s door shut and jogs around to the backyard, breathless in the cooler night air. The grassy shore two hundred or so yards from your house ripples with the harsh wind of early summer storms, and he wipes a hand at his forehead. It’s still hot. 

Rounding the corner, he sees the metal basin that curves around one of your basement bedroom windows, and drops down onto the gravel that lies at the bottom. 

You barely register the sound, fast asleep in your bed when he glances in at the dark room. 

He digs around for a second in the gravel and finds the familiar curve of the window key and quickly unlocks the latch. Throwing it back down, he uses his arms to push up on the handle and slide it far enough so that he can crawl in. 

You turn onto your back in your bed, and he nearly smiles at how you look. So calm, yet so stressed with your eyebrows drawn. But Rafe just hops into your air conditioned room clumsily, shoes quiet on the carpet, and nearly tips over into your desk. He turns to the window and closes it quietly. 

He takes a moment to listen for any movement in the house. He knows your parent’s go to bed before midnight, so they’re sound asleep—he’s mainly worried about your brother. He was such a cock block in highschool. 

You move in the sheets again and his attention is drawn back to you. You’re so peaceful. Oh, well. 

“Y/N,” he whispers, and reaches to shake your leg. You lick your lips and burrow deeper into your pillow. “Y/N!” He raises his voice, glancing at your locked door. 

“Hm,” is all that comes from your mouth, and your eyelids twitch. 

“Fuck,” he curses to himself. Fine. Grabbing one of your ankles, he drags you to the foot of the bed. 

“Hey!” You croak, startled awake, and blink furiously around. “Oh.” You clear your throat and wipe your eyes. There’s a handsome man at the foot of your bed.

“Hey,” he says, looking down at you, and his hand finds your shoulder. You’re dressed in soft shorts and a skimpy tank top in an effort to remain cool in this summer heat—it makes his heart thump against the wall of his chest.

“Why’re you here?” You ask, voice still groggy, and your skin erupts in goosebumps where his fingers move. 

“I told you I’d come today.” 

“Yeah, during the daytime.” Your eyebrows draw together and you push up onto a hand. “Not in the middle of the night.”

“Do you want me to leave?” His eyes stare down at yours. You look over him, liking the way those jeans and flannel shirt look on him. The crickets chirp outside, and you hear a branch moved by wind brush the side of your house. His hand migrates and a thumb rubs at the skin of your stomach, nudging the hem of your tank top up. 

“No,” you finally settle on, and he steps closer to the bed. 

“Okay,” he murmurs, and dips. Your lips connect, soft against soft, and you shiver. He smells like the sun and that car freshener he keeps in the glove compartment. His hands find your hair, cradling your head, and your body prickles at the touch. It’s so late, and he’s so warm— you just melt into him. You grip at the sides of his shirt and fall back onto your bed, taking him with you. 

He grunts, pulling away from your mouth for a second, and follows you up the bed as you move closer to the headboard. He looks huge like this.

Your legs come together.

He bites his lip and with a hand on your knee moves them back apart. You settle with your shoulders against your pillow, and he leans down, between your legs once more, and kisses you. 

“Rafe,” you mutter into his mouth, and he hums wordlessly in response. Your body is so soft and nice when you arch up into him that he forgets about anything besides you. You grab at his hand at your waist and drag it up your body, and when his thumb brushes your hardening nipple the crotch of his pants tightens. Fuck. 

He pushes his knees into your bed, keeping your legs spread for him, and straightens. His large hands fumble with the buttons of his shirt, and he shrugs it off. The material of the shirt underneath nearly rips with how quick he takes it off. His skin is shiny and strong in the moonlight, and it takes all of your mental strength to not lean up and kiss all over his chest. That would mean you’re desperate to feel and touch him— and you’re definitely not. Between your legs definitely doesn’t ache terribly when he unbuttons his jeans. 

“Please.” You lean up to him, sliding a warm hand around his shoulders, and bring him back down with you. He makes a noise when he feels your fingernails scrape his skin, but your mouth is back on his, so what reason is there to complain? His nose brushes your cheek when he pulls away to tug the tank top strap off of your shoulder, and you shudder in the cold air. 

His thumb nudges your nipple back and forth, making your blood rush in your ears as your chest heaves, and he bows to catch it in his mouth. Rafe sucks, pink lips perfect just for this, and you arch up into him. The scent of body soap washes over him, and he just breathes you in. So sweet. He curls an arm around your waist, forcing your skin up against him, and you make a noise of contentment. 

He mouths at your breast until he has you panting up into the night air, eyes closed, and then moves to the other. Your eyes open briefly and you slide a hand across his head, feeling his warm scalp and soft hair under your fingers. 

He hums into your skin, nipple caught between his teeth, and you nearly cry out. But you hold back, wanting to save it. He pulls at it again, wanting to hear that pained noise you know he loves, and your heart skips a beat. You suck in a breath. 

“So responsive,” he murmurs into you, and his gaze briefly moves to your face—his dick hardens even more. 

“I’m impatient, Rafe,” you huff, petting his hair, and squeeze your thighs around him. “Please.”

“Needy,” he says more to himself than you, but pulls away to get a hand at the waistband of your shorts and move out of the way so he can rid you of them and get to what he’s actually been thinking about all day. He throws them over the edge of your bed and crowds you against the headboard again, mouth insistent upon yours as his fingers find your slick. Your thigh jerks when his pointer finger draws a line up your folds, and he just hums into your mouth. His thumb pushes into your clit, demanding, and his middle finger slides easily in. You clench around him, head thrown back into the pillow, and your eyes squeeze shut. 

“Fucking wet,” he grits out through his teeth, digging his face into your neck. Your skin ripples with goosebumps at his hot breath on your throat, and he slides another finger in. 

You’re so warm, so tight, so wet around him— it makes his heart smash into the cage of his ribs. It’s just like high school. You, sweet and perfect for him, and him, brooding and in the palm of your hand. He tried to not let you know that too much, though. Can’t let people around him know that he cares. 

“So perfect.” His teeth nip the soft skin on your neck, and you grab a hand at his forearm, guiding him faster. He accedes, knowing what you want, and slips another finger in. You tingle and curve up into him, unused to the stretch, and the breath is stolen right from your throat. 

His thumb slides off of your clit when you push it away. Your fingers replace his thumb, and he just tries to breathe. You know every fucking avenue to getting him to cum in his pants, and he’s really trying to avoid that outcome. 

Your noises become higher in your throat, whinier, and he feels you start to pulse around him. His fingers push even deeper, going the perfect speed, and then you’re shaking and trying to both get away from and get closer to his hand. 

He grabs at your hip and keeps you in one place, hand continuing, and you grab at him frantically. 

“Too much, Rafe,” you cry, neck cramping at the angle you’d stretched it to for the longest time, but he continues on. Your blood is pumping so fast, so hard in your body, and the rush of orgasm fades into numb pleasure that makes you pulse around him. 

“Come on, baby, I know you can.”

Your mind calls memories to the surface— memories of him pushing you past your limit, making you scream, cry. You loved it, and he only continued when you were nodding and shaking for him. Any inkling that you weren’t into it he was off of you. He was no stranger to felonies, such as drug distribution or grand theft auto, but he didn’t dare do anything that was a question of consent. Off the table. 

“Your fingers are so—so big.” You ramble on, talking of good things only like the size of him and how he feels and tastes and smells, and his hips twitch where they're pressed to you. Fuck. 

“So close, Y/N,” he pants into your ear, hips rolling steadily into your thigh and pelvis, and you feel his dick jump against you. “You’re so close.”

Your torso shakes with the effort and tension in your muscles, and he bites into your pillow. 

“I fucking—,” you start, but you fling your head back into the pillow before you can finish. He really wishes he knew what you were going to say. “Yes, yes, yes—fuck!” You chant, and your hips twitch where they meet his hammering hand as you cum onto his fingers. He continues on for a little bit, loving the feel of you, but pulls his fingers out. They immediately push into his mouth and you take the moment to pull yourself together. 

Sweat sticks the sheets to your back, beading at your forehead too, and you’re sure your face is flushed red. The room is undeniably hot, filled with the hot breath and energy palpable in the air. You’re sure it smells like sex, too. 

Rafe catches your jaw in his hand and tilts you up for a kiss, lips hot and smooth against yours. As he settles into you again, your hand finds the crotch of his pants. He breaks away immediately, cursing and looking down at your fingers. 

“Touch it,” you breathe, eyes locked on his. His wide, clear, blue eyes. “For me.”

Rafe’s large fingers push yours away and dig into his underwear, and his eyes close when his palm circles the tip of him. You look up at him, hands coming to your chest, and you cup your breasts. His eyes follow your fingers as they pinch your nipples. You back arches, and his hand around his dick pumps faster. 

“You’re so good for me,” you say, as breathless as you can manage without sounding like a corny phone-sex operator, and his head cants back at your voice. 

“Shit,” he gasps, mouth hanging open when he looks down. “O-Only you.” It’s more to himself, but your chest swells. 

“Yeah?” You ask, and sit up. Your hands find his waist and his torso, and you lean up so his mouth is inches from yours. “Not your girlfriend?”

“Fuck,” he exhales, cheeks pink, and his eyes close when you trace his chest with a finger. “No. Not her. Never.”

You just hum, pleased, and curl a hand around his own to slow his hand. His hips twitch, fucking himself between your two hands, and his mouth opens in a “fuck” before he’s cumming right into your bare chest.

“Christ, Y/N,” he says, panting, and covers the upper half of his face with his forearm. His knees ache. 

You rise clumsily from the bed and stumble into your bathroom, returning with the hand towel. You wipe at your chest and throw it back into the bathroom, careless. 

“Are you staying?” You ask, nearing him, and lean one knee on the bed. He curls an arm around your waist and tugs you closer in the darkness, lips pressed to your temple. 

“I don’t think you could get me to leave your bed right now, sweetheart.” He smells like sweat and the remnants of cologne, and you breathe him in.

“I’m counting on it,” you whisper, and kiss him square on the mouth.