DELICIOUS

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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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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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.

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.