HSHQ Via Instagram Story. (27 March 2023)

HSHQ via Instagram story. (27 March 2023)

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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"

Sugar daddy! Harry buys Y/N Christain Louboutons

SMUT - daddy kink

Word count = 3,277

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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.

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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.

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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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.