Sugar Daddy! Harry Buys Y/N Christain Louboutons

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.

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

(27 march 2023)

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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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."

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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