mostlymaddie

[mostlymaddie]

dating rafe with level 2 autism, his vocal stims are the most random things. he let reader have the aux during a car ride and how he can’t stop saying “get off that don julio, act a foolio. bitch i called yo muthafucking phone, that's how you do me ho?” 🙂‍↕️

i love how we all agree rafes girl listens to monaleo bc rafe has turned “he gon come over flick the bean RANCHERO” into a stim

[mostlymaddie]

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ rafe interrupts your slumber party and takes you back home for not answering any of his calls or texts.

warnings: toxic!rafe, mean!rafe, bitchy!kook!reader, girl talk, reader and her best friend ranting about their bf’s, cussing, arguing, slut shaming (?), reader makes rafe lose it lol, oral (m. receiving), face fucking, degradation, slapping, choking, cockwarming, power play, creampie

a/n: i don’t think i’ve ever had this many warnings lol

[9:30 PM] ray baby <3: HELLO???

[9:30 PM] ray baby <3: are my calls not going thru???

[9:31 PM] ray baby <3: i’m trying to make things right here. quit being a brat and pick tf up.

[9:31 PM] ray baby <3: why are my messages sending green???

[9:32 PM] ray baby <3: DID YOU FUCKING BLOCK ME?

“it’s about time we had a girl’s night, ‘leave the angry boyfriends at home for a while.” you nodded. “seriously. you wanna know what rafe did today?” you adjusted yourself on chanel’s fuzzy rug, your perfectly painted toes curling into the soft material. your best friend hummed, closing the magazine she was reading.

“we had planned to have lunch with my parents, so of course, i went out, got my hair styled, bought a new dress, which was beautiful by the way.. and he didn’t even notice anything or acknowledge how amazing i looked. ‘just grabbed his keys and said ‘let’s go.’” you rolled your eyes. chanel gasped as if someone had just slapped her in the face.

“i hate when they do that!” she jumped up from her bed, walking over to her closet. “look at this!” she pulled out a sexy mini dress with an open back. “i wore this for topper and he never admired me in it. i’m starting to think they’re getting comfortable.” you agreed immediately. “right!? it’s like they’re used to us being dolled up all the time, they don’t feel the need to even compliment us anymore.” you sighed.

“i have an idea..” chanel smiled, taking another mini dress out of her closet. “i say we dress up and post a picture so they could lose their minds. maybe then they’ll come to their senses.” you squealed excitedly, both of you changing for a quick photo. once she posted the provocative image on her story, you got back in your pj’s, the two of you changing the topic of conversation.

rafe was at home, pacing back and forth as he continued to text you, his skin flushed with white hot anger. “son of a bitch!” he shouted, breathing heavily as he tried to think of where you could be. since he was blocked, that also meant he couldn’t check your location. “where the hell are you?” rafe muttered to himself, looking out from the balcony of your shared bedroom.

just as rafe was about to launch his phone across the room, he got a notification from tooper.

[10:30 PM] top: 1 attached image

[10:30 PM] top: chanel posted this on her instagram story twenty minutes ago.

of course you’d be at chanel’s. rafe didn’t think he could be anymore angrier than he was, but then his phone lit up with a photo of you and your friend wearing the shortest dresses he’s ever seen, the caption ‘the cats are out to play tonight..’ making him see red.

[10:32 PM] yeah. y/n is in deep shit rn.

you and your bestie had long forgotten about the picture she posted, both of y’all laughing obnoxiously at something on her phone. “did you see the way-” both of you froze at the sound of banging from her front door. flashing each other a look, your eyes widened as the banging continued. “i’ll bet you a pair of miu miu heels that it’s your boyfriend.” you and chanel got up quietly.

“and i’ll bet you a pair of dior sandals that it’s topper.” she giggled, both of you walking to the front door. “you better hope you’re right..” as soon as chanel unlocked the door, both topper and rafe made their way inside. “what the-” rafe zeroed in on you, his eyes narrowing at your form. “uhm, what do you think you’re doing?” rafe was quick to grab your overnight bag from the corner of the living room, throwing the girly looking thing over his shoulder.

“m’getting your shit, ‘cause you’re coming home.” he towered over you, nostrils flaring as his jaw ticked. he looked hot like this you noted. “no i’m not.” you raised a brow, obviously challenging him now. topper and chanel were already off to her room, their own argument taking place. “yes, you are,” he stepped forward, “i’ve already lost my cool by coming over here, don’t push me right now.” his voice was dangerously low.

“or what?” you knew rafe didn’t miss the way your lips quirked, almost as if this whole thing was funny to you. “do you find this amusing?” he laughed, “i hope you do, ‘cause when i get you home we’ll see who has the last word.” you had butterflies right now and you hated it. “yeah, whatever.” you plopped down on the couch, crossing your arms over your chest. rafe stared at you for a second before going outside to put your things in his truck.

“get up, come on.” he nodded at you, making you scoff. “i told you i’m not going anywhere.” you avoided his gaze. “yeah you are, you wanna know why?” he pointed down the hallway, “cause those two aren’t yelling anymore, we both know what that means.” shit. unfortunately, you didn’t have a choice but to go home if you didn’t want to hear your best friend getting laid. still refusing to move, you gasped when rafe pulled you up and into his arms.

“wait! my shoes!” rafe ignored you, taking you out and tossing you in the truck. “you can always come back for them.” he shut the door, wasting no time in driving you both out of there. “you’re insane.” you shook your head, not even able to look outside cause of the tint on his windows. “i thought you got off on that shit.” you did. “i don’t get it sometimes, you know. you yell at me, asking me to notice the little things and appreciate the effort you put into your appearance and i do!” he shouted.

“no, you don’t! i did a spin for you and everything in my new dress, and you wanna know what i got? ‘wow. let’s go before we’re late.’” rafe took his eyes off the street in front of him. “i thought you looked flawless today, baby. is that what you want to hear?” he softened his tone. “no, not anymore! now you’re only telling me that because i had to bitch about it.” rafe groaned, punching the steering wheel.

“and so what?! all because i didn’t praise you before leaving the house, you decided to block me on everything and run off?” he was seething at the way that you looked unbothered in his passenger seat. “uh, correction; i didn’t ‘run’ off, i have a driver.” your attitude was off the charts right now, and rafe wanted nothing more than to put you in your place.

“same shit, y/n.” he shot back. “well, yeah, that’s exactly why i did what i did.” you shrugged, inspecting your nails while rafe’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. “is that also why you and your friend decided to post a slutty picture, huh? to get me over there?” rafe hated how good you looked in that photo. “it worked, didn’t it?” your boyfriend was full on laughing now, the vein on his forehead bulging out of his skin. no one else except you could strike the same chord ward could strike to get rafe angry.

“you’re mouthy tonight, huh?” he pulled into the driveway. “i thought you got off on that shit.” you used his own words from earlier against him. just when rafe thought he had already lost his mind, that catty comeback had him pushing over the edge. without another word, rafe got off the truck, circling over to your side before dragging you out.

“what-” he clamped a hand over your mouth, shutting the door behind you. “i swear if you open your mouth one more fucking time, i’m gonna stuff it full.” he said through gritted teeth, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. he was threatening you with a good time and he knew it. so you surrendered, letting him take you inside and upstairs where he practically threw you on your bed.

rafe was taking off his belt as you scooted up the satin sheets, the primal look in his eyes exciting you more than it should’ve. “always have something to say..” the metal buckle clinked on the floor, followed by his t-shirt and jeans before he grabbed your ankle, yanking you down towards the edge. “say something now.” he continued to pull you until your head was aligned with his throbbing cock.

you stayed silent, mouth watering at the sight. “i thought the ‘cats were out to play tonight’ looks like they got your tongue instead.” he laughed, referring to the caption of the photo you and chanel posted. “so fucking bitchy all the time..” he pushed your head back, tapping his length over your glossy lips. “open.” rafe didn’t even give you a chance to adjust to him before slamming into your throat, a groan rumbling from his chest.

you whined, hands shooting up to hold onto his thighs as he pulled your hair up in a makeshift ponytail. rafe was brutal when he was pissed off. “ah, fuck—” his head rolled to the side, eyebrows knitting in pleasure, “you make me so mad, baby.” he grunted, looking down to meet your teary gaze. “walking around here like you run everything,” he laughed, “but really you wouldn’t have the slightest clue on what to do if i wasn’t around.” you swallowed around him, making his hips stutter.

rafe pulled out, a gasp leaving your lips as a string of saliva still connected you two. he pulled you up, taking your pj’s off before pinning you down by your neck. “keep talking back, come on.” he slapped you very lightly on the cheek, the action bringing a smile to your face. “you’re fucking crazy.” rafe shook his head, staring down at you as your fingers wrapped around the hand he had on your throat. “fuck you.” your voice was weak.

you just didn’t give up. rafe leaned down, taking your lips in a searing kiss before he jolted back with a groan. “you’re biting now?” he laughed, “what’s next? you gonna make me bleed?” you managed to get his hand off of your neck, using your leg to flip him over so you were on top. “aw, you have no idea.” you caught the look of surprise that passed over his features.

“you say i always have something to say, but has it ever occurred to you that maybe i wouldn’t have so much to say if you just did things the way you’re supposed to?” you reached back, lining his cock up with your entrance. “..is it really so hard to tell me i’m pretty before we leave the house?” you sunk unto him, his hands resting in the curves of your hips. “fuck, baby.” he breathed out. all smugness he once had was long gone now.

“what’s wrong, ray?” you pouted, running your fingers up his torso before digging your nails in his chest. he hissed, glaring up at you as he fought the urge to fuck into your tight cunt. “please move.” he swallowed thickly, the feeling of you wrapped around him making his eyes flutter shut. “please?” you laughed, “..how fucking pathetic.”

you couldn’t deny how good rafe felt inside of you, your own hips wanting to move against his but your ego was far too high. “i’m sorry. for all of it. i should’ve acknowledged you and appreciated you, not just this past time, but all the time.” he drew your hands in his, stroking your skin with his thumb. “that’s it?” your walls fluttered around him. “and i promise to make it up to you if you let me..” balancing your weight on your palms that were on his chest, you pressed a kiss to his lips before whispering; “was that so difficult?”

rafe cursed when you started moving, your hips rolling into his with perfect precision. rafe held onto your wrists as you let out the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard. “seems like arguing gets you soaked.” he gazed up at you pretty face, admiring the way your lipgloss was left smudged around your lips. “that’s our foreplay, baby.” fuck, you were the sexiest thing alive. “can i please get on top? ‘wanna kiss those lips so fucking bad.” you nodded, both of you rolling over before he hooked your leg over his shoulder.

at this angle, rafe was hitting that spot inside of you that made you see stars. with his pubic bone slamming against your clit with each thrust, and the death grip your pussy had on him, it wasn’t long before both of you were panting into each other’s mouths, heavy tears falling down your cheeks at the pleasure. rafe was stroking your face as if you were made of glass, slipping his thumb between your lips. he watched you suck the digit, your fucked out gaze never leaving his.

“so fucking beautiful..” he pecked the tip of your nose. “let me feel you cum.” rafe cooed. your fingers interlaced with his, the band in your stomach snapping. you cried out, your boyfriend whispering praises in your ear. “fuck..” you whimpered, his thrusts slowing down until he painted your insides with his seed. you drew in a breath at the sensation, both you and rafe taking a moment to admire one another. you two stayed like this for a few minutes.

“are you still mad?” both of you asked at the same time, your laughs echoing in your shared bedroom. “no.” he pulled out with a groan, scooping you into his arms as he covered you both with the comforter. “are you?” he nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your perfume. “no. but i owe chanel a pair of miu miu heels..” you sighed. “why?” rafe asked confused. “because we made a bet to see whose psycho boyfriend would show up after we posted that picture.. we both lost.”

[mostlymaddie]

suga mama - r.c

rafe was the man of the house now, everything ran past him, he had the final say, he was in control. but sometimes he needed a break.

you knew from the second the door swung open to your wing of the house rafe was stressed. he always came in like a whirlwind cussing and spitting like a tasmanian devil. you didn't even flinch, instead you reached down to scratch your puppy's head before corralling him into his room.

it was your other puppy's turn to play.

"i just don't believe these ingrates, all i fuckin do for them and they-they just act like i'm a fucking child-"

"rafe," you cut his rambling off, needing the atmosphere to settle back down, "hun, what did i say about coming in my kitchen like this?"

still you haven't turned to face him, but you can hear him shuffling behind you, "fuck, i'm-i'm sorry duchess."

his stammer's back, and the sound of your nails clicking against the countertop doesn't exactly help, but that's fine. you'll calm him down in no time.

"it's alright," finally you turn to face him, a soft smile on your face as you nod towards the kitchen table, "have a seat, i made something for you i hope you like it, took me all day."

for now you let him stick to his role just a little. he could be the work worn husband coming home to a sweet treat from his loving wife, and you'll let him have that. just for now.

"now i know you don't like sweets all that much, but i think the lemon balances it out." carefully you brung the cake stand to him, and there sat a stack of lemon raspberry blondies--drenched in lemon glaze and smelling sweet and tart under his nose. the smell mixed in with the soft, creamy floral perfume you wore and rafe almost felt dizzy.

when you sat in his lap you weren't surprised to find him hard already.

delicately, you picked up one of the little desserts, waving it under his nose just to watch his eyes flutter before nudging his lips, "open up."

rafe's hands tightened around your waist as the flavor exploded on his tongue, he couldn't help but moan at the taste. you were right, he didn't like sweets but this was amazing--fresh and bright and sweet all at once. it practically melted in his mouth.

but you only let him have a couple bites before you sat it back down, "was it good?"

"fuck duchess you know it was good." his eyes were still closed and he licked his lips.

"mmm." his eyes flutter open to watch you suck your middle and pointer finger clean, "good. you deserve something nice."

even you couldn't help the way your eyes drooped when you slipped your thumb between his lips, he licked the sticky syrup off your skin and even ran his tongue under your nail to catch the remnants he can.

abruptly your pull it out with a pop, "you want more?" rafe nods, dazed, "then use your manners, what do you say."

"please mama, can i have some more?"

a pleased smile spreads across your face, you almost hate to do this to him.

"now why should i do that? you came in here like a storm and i'm supposed to reward you?"

his blue eyes widen in a panic, "wait, i-fuck i didn't mean it! c'mon-"

your mocking frown is enough to shut him up before you lean forward to kiss his pouting bottom lip.

"you're still too angry hun, you can't have something sweet when you're angry. i can feel your little heart beating so fast. relax okay? i'm gonna help you relax."

the thin strap of your top has already slipped down, giving rafe ample space to kiss the soft skin of your shoulder as you guide his head towards your peaked nipple, "go on, suck."

rafe doesn't hesitate to wrap his lips around you, tonguing the peaked flesh through the fabric hungrily. you had to keep under control, no matter how good it felt you knew any break in stoicism would switch the dynamic, and that's not what he needed right now.

"pull it down." the moan you let out when he touches your sensitive nipple directly is more for him than you, "good boy, you just wanted to taste mama huh?"

he groans into your breast at the words, nodding as you softly scratch the nape of his neck, "thank you..."

you let him settle into it, the soft sucking motion calming him down slowly but surely. there was no ignoring how good it felt when he flicked against you with his tongue. he truly lavished your flesh like you were precious. in many ways you were.

when you pull back his lips are swollen and red, you cup your breast to slowly drag your nipple across his mouth.

"better?"

"yeah--yeah a little bit." he squirms underneath you, and you can feel his cock pulsing underneath you.

"oh no, you're all hard now huh? want mama to take care of you there too?"

wordlessly he nods, eyes glazed and heavy as you grind against him.

"alright, go lay down on the bed for me, can you do that?"

the moment you stand up rafe almost rushes to the bedroom, already unbuckling his pants on his way there.

instead of immediately following you take a second, picking up his half eaten blondie and finishing it yourself. you really oudid yourself this time.

[mostlymaddie]

Crying in the Country Club ch. III

Dark!Rafe Cameron x Dark!Reader

Warnings: domestic abuse, physical abuse, verbal abuse, strangling, choking, gaslighting, self harm (very, very brief and not a recurring thing), drug use, alcohol, age gap crush, obsessive thoughts, controlling behaviors, kinda baby trapping fantasies

You thought that you were imagining it at first, that your wishful daydreaming was making you see things, but after the fourth time you caught him staring at you, you knew that it couldn’t have been a coincidence.

Stretching out on one of the lounge chairs by the pool, you had chosen a light pink string bikini for the day, one that you had purchased with Rafe in mind. Your matching pink sunglasses helped you watch him without looking too conspicuous.

It wasn’t unusual for Mr. Cameron to do yard work, but considering the balmy heat, you were a bit surprised to see him trimming the grass and pulling up roots as you suntanned.

Much to your delight, he had opted to work shirtless, and you snuck peaks of his sweaty, muscular chest when he was looking away from you.

You were grateful as well that Charlie wasn’t even here today. After your golf game, Rafe had texted you, reminding you that their pool was open anytime you wanted.

Getting that text after such a close time with Mr. Cameron had almost made your heart explode. You were certain he was sending you signals that he was interested.

And with the number of times you had caught him sneaking glimpses of you, just today, you were feeling incredibly confident.

The sun warmed you and you felt a bit sleepy and you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering.

You so desperately wished that he would come up to you as you laid face down on the chair with your bikini top undone and pull off your skimpy bottoms before covering your mouth and stuffing his cock into you.

That thought had you squeezing your thighs together and you wondered if he would be able to tell how wet you were if he looked over at you right now.

Flipping over onto your back, you made sure your tits were covered by your bikini before relaxing. When you looked out across the lawn, you say him staring at you again, but he held your gaze for a few moments this time before turning back to the yard work.

A jolt of pleasure ran up your spine and you felt your bikini bottoms grow slicker when you had met his eyes.

Five times in one day couldn’t have been a coincidence.

Mr. Cameron was checking you out, and that thought alone made you feel so much more attracted to him.

You closed your eyes, wondering if he felt conflicted at all, considering his wife, but given how much time you had spent with them, you struggled to imagine that he had any real attachment to her.

He didn’t understand how much you could offer him, how much you wanted to give to him.

His family was a mess, that was true, but why should that stop you?

Once Rafe understood how much better you were than Rebecca, and how good you could be as the mother of his child, you were sure that he wouldn’t hesitate to leave her for you.

You wanted so badly to give Rafe the family he deserved. Someone who would stay at home while he earned the family money, ready to bend to his every demand. Someone put together enough to handle raising a child that would actually amount to something.

But how could you make him see? Doing chores around his house was a good start. You wanted him to see you stepping up where his wife wouldn’t. And to be honest, you wanted Rebecca to feel threatened by the risk of you taking her place.

Rafe deserved someone who could give him all of the things that he needed in life. Someone who was pretty, young, and submissive to his every desire, completely unlike his current wife.

You despised thinking about the fact that they slept together. You hoped that they hadn’t in a long time since Charlie was born, and based on their attitudes towards each other, you thought that may have been the case.

Why would he even want her when you were so close?

At the sound of his deep voice coming from right beside you made you jump.

“How’s the suntanning today, kid?”

Your eyelids cracked opened to see him standing over your chair, and you quickly reached behind you back to tie your bikini top.

“You tell me,” you sweetly smiled as you sat up, pulling the string of your top a bit to the side to show off the contrast of your tan vs the line that had been covered.

His eyes followed your movements, but you swore you saw him also quickly glance at your chest, eyeing the way your perky tits threatened to spill out of the skimpy material.

He hummed in response, his adam’s apple bobbing before he cleared his throat, seemingly shaking himself out of a thought, “looks nice.”

“Thanks!” You beamed, reaching up to remove your sunglasses. “Are you still working on the lawn?”

“I was about to go inside actually, getting too hot out here,” he paused, considering his next words. “You wouldn’t want to share a drink with me before dinner, would you?”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you maintained your composure, shrugging as if you weren’t practically jumping out of your skin at his offer.

“Sure, that sounds great!”

After walking inside, you told him what you wanted before grabbed your bag and walking to Charlie’s room to change into shorts and a pink top that perfectly accentuated your cleavage.

When you walked back downstairs, Rafe was at the bar, mixing your drink and holding his glass of whiskey.

“Thanks, Mr. Cameron!” You took a seat at the bar across from him.

He chuckled at that and shook his head, “Y’know you don’t have to always call me ‘Mr. Cameron’, kid.”

“I know! That’s just what my dad taught me… Rafe.” You giggled as you emphasized his name. “It just feels more polite.”

Rafe finished pouring your drink out of the mixer, and you grabbed the cool glass when he passed it to you.

He watched as you brought the rim of the glass to your lips, taking a sip and enjoying the sweetness.

“What do you think, Y/N?”

“Mmm, it’s really good!” You took another sip, this time tasting more of the alcohol.

Your gaze landed on the sweating glass in Rafe’s hand.

“Could I try yours? I’ve never had whiskey before.”

He laughed, passing the glass to you and you put your cocktail down on the table.

“You’re probably not gonna like it kid.”

You shrugged with a smile before raising the glass to your mouth and taking a small sip.

Rafe was right.

The high alcohol content brought an immediate heat to your face, and the flavor made you gag a bit.

He laughed when your face contorted in disgust, “what did I tell ya?”

You quickly grabbed your sweet drink to wash the nasty flavor from your mouth before giggling.

“Oh my god, Rafe, how do you drink that stuff?” You exclaimed in disbelief.

“It’s not so bad. You get used to it after 35 years,” he chuckled, grabbing the glass when you passed it back to him.

You suddenly realized that Rebecca was absent. She was always the one who cooked around the house.

It was actually very odd that she hadn’t made an appearance today.

“Where’s Rebecca?” You casually asked, hoping he didn’t pick up on the nervousness in your voice.

Rafe frowned, looking at his drink for a moment before taking a swig.

“She hasn’t been feeling great.”

“Oh.”

“She’s upstairs sleeping, probably won’t even come down for dinner,” he chuckled, but it lacked humor, and you couldn’t figure out what he was thinking.

There was an awkward silence as Rafe seemed uncomfortably lost in thought. You were beginning to think that you had said something wrong, running over your conversation and thinking about all the ways you might have just fucked everything up, but then the moment passed as soon as it came, and Rafe was smiling at you again.

“So I guess that means cooking is up to us tonight, Y/N.”

You happily set to work with him after deciding on what to make for dinner, chicken pasta in a creamy red sauce.

Chopping the required veggies wasn’t difficult, although Rafe did have to step in to help you cut the onions when you got too teary eyed.

Washing your hands off at the sink gave you more opportunities to sneak peaks of him as he cut the chicken breasts into better portions.

You liked watching the skillful way he chopped up the meat and vegetables. There was something undeniably attractive about watching Mr. Cameron cook.

It wasn’t a sight you got to see very often considering Rebecca usually handled the meals.

Returning to your cutting board of veggies, you started cutting the tomatoes into chunks when a sick idea crossed your mind.

You only hesitated for a moment before placing your finger in the way of the knife’s path, careful to only nick yourself, but you still hissed in genuine pain when it sliced into your skin.

“Fuck-” you cursed, not even having to fake your reaction as your voice wobbled. “Mr. Cameron?”

You turned to him, showing him the cut on your finger as blood began dripping out of it. Tears pooled in your eyes, threatening to spill over.

“Shit,” his arm came to your back as he led you to the kitchen sink, turning on the warm water and testing it for you first. “I’ll get a bandaid.”

He rushed to the bathroom as you let the water run over your finger, watching the crimson seep out from the cut. Your lower back tingled where he had touched you.

Rafe returned, grabbing your hand gently and examining it before wrapping the bandaid around your finger.

The close contact with him made your heart thump harder in your chest and your cheeks flushed when he looked into your eyes with a concerned look.

“Is that better?” His voice was quiet and tender, and you felt your heart melt a bit as he held your gaze.

“Yeah,” you responded breathlessly, leaning in just a little bit more.

Several moments passed where the two of your stared at each other in silence. Rafe’s pupils flicked down to your lips before finding your eyes again and a chill passed through you.

The air seemed to crackle with tension around you. Your heart was thundering in your chest.

Was this the right time to make a move? Hasn’t he been giving you signs all night?

Everything you had seen so far was undeniable.

He wanted you, and you were beginning to think that he wanted you to know that.

The sound of a door closing upstairs made both of you jump, and Rafe took a step back from you, clearing his throat as he turned away before twisting the knob on the stovetop back on and staring down at the pan.

“Rafe?” Rebecca’s voice called out as she descended the stairs.

You grabbed your cocktail, taking a large gulp to try to calm the anxiety that was quickly spreading through your body.

“Yeah Becca, I’m in the kitchen. Making dinner with Y/N.” He responded, his head swiveling to the kitchen door when she entered.

“What time is it?” She asked, her voice shaking a bit before her eyes fell to you, examining your outfit.

You picked up your phone to check the time, “it’s 6:52.”

At that, you noticed her tense, and when she pathetically apologized for sleeping in so late, again, you had to bite back a giggle, keeping your face as neutral as possible.

It seemed Rebecca Cameron was slacking even more than you thought.

No wonder Rafe had been so obviously struggling to hold himself back.

In comparison to his mess of a wife, you must have seemed heaven sent.

Rebecca and Rafe exchanged an unreadable look for several seconds, but Rafe was the first one to interrupt the silence.

“Y/N, could you set the table? We’ll finish up dinner in here.” He didn’t break eye contact with his wife and you mumbled out an “okay, Mr. Cameron,” before grabbing a stack of plates, silverware, and napkins, and carrying them out of the kitchen.

As you set the dining room table, making places for four people in case Charlie showed up (though you doubted that would happen), you could just barely hear Rafe and Rebecca’s muffled voices from the kitchen. You strained to listen in to them and your eyes widened when you heard your name.

“I’m just saying, sometimes it seems like Y/N’s here more than Charlie is recently.”

There was a long pause.

“What are you saying, Becca?”

Another silence. You crept closer to the door to listen in.

“I mean, don’t you think it’s just a little strange that she’s not off hanging out with other college boys with Charlie more often?”

“We’ve always let her come over to use the pool if she wanted, the Y/L/N’s don’t have one,” Rafe replied with unfamiliar gruffness.

“She’s been walking around all summer in little- little fucking bikinis and short shorts, Rafe! I don’t think it’s appropriate.”

Rafe scoffed before chucking humorously, “you slept in until almost 7 o’ clock today, Becca, I don’t think you’re really in the right state of mind to be making wild accusations like that.”

They were arguing about you!

Your pulse was racing with excitement. Was this the first time this had happened? Even Mrs. Cameron, who was an idiot, could see your flirtations with her husband.

You clearly made her insecure, and that thought alone made you feel incredibly gratified.

Their voices had quieted down so you sat at the dinner table waiting, and there was about a minute of hushed whispers, before Rafe finally stepped out of the kitchen.

Your heart fell when you saw what was clasped in his hands however.

“Hey kid,” Rafe nervously shifted on his feet, looking down at you before offering you the leftovers containing with a generous serving of pasta inside. “Becca’s um- not feeling great again, you know how her illness can be. I think it’d be best if you went home now.”

You frowned, incredibly disappointed that Rebecca was robbing you of enjoying a meal with Rafe. You and him had worked hard on it together.

You had literally bled for it!

Not wanting to upset Rafe, although sure that his wife forcing you to leave had pissed him off, you reluctantly grabbed the container before standing up to leave.

You looked up at him, silently willing him to make a move, to tell you what he was really feeling, but his stoney face revealed nothing.

Gathering your backpack and purse, you said goodbye sadly before opening the front door and walking to your car.

You slapped the wheel in frustration, wiping away the angry tears falling past your lashes before pulling out of their driveway.

Rafe stood inside the house, watching you through the window as you drove off.

He sniffed, jaw ticking as he stalked back into the kitchen to find his wife.

Becca was still in the kitchen, leaning up against the counter looking frustrated, but she jumped a bit at his appearance.

“I sent Y/N home.” She could tell by his voice that his anger was simmering just beneath the surface and his words sent a pang of anxiety through her chest.

He walked past her to the empty counter space, pulling the bag of coke out of his pocket, arranging the white powder into a long line and leaning over to snort it.

Rafe stood up again, his twitchy knuckle rubbing under his nose to brush away any extra residue as he turned to her.

“Don’t fuckin say shit,” he snapped after her lips parted and she looked at him with a mix of fear and judgement.

The taller man approached her and with the counter behind her back and nowhere else to go, she shrunk in on herself as he harshly glared down at her. She knew that he’d only be more pissed off now.

“I wouldn’t be doing this if you didn’t make me so goddamn miserable all the time.”

His hand shot out, gripping her small wrist tight and she cried out in pain as he looked down his nose at her in disgust.

Rafe never laid a hand on Rebecca in front of other people, which is why she had felt confident enough to talk back to him when she knew someone else was at home, when she assumed that she would be having dinner with her husband and another person.

But now she was so very alone.

He twisted her wrist painfully and she whimpered, tears quickly coming to her eyes. But her husband had much less sympathy for her tears than he did for yours.

“I’ve been getting really tired of your shit, Becca.”

She struggled against him, trying to escape his hold, but that only made him more engaged.

His large body caged her in, easily allowing him to wrap both of his hands around her throat.

Rebecca’s fearful eyes widened, and she managed to choke out his name before her cut off her wind pipe.

Rafe’s veiny fingers tightened around his wife’s throat, ignoring her as she desperately scratched at his hands and arms.

Her face grew more and more red as she hopelessly gasped for air. Rafe slammed the back of her head against the cabinets before throwing her to the ground.

Rebecca took a panting breath before sobbing in pain and cowering away from the blond, but he was just getting started.

“I don’t want you to bring up Y/N anymore.” His voice was scarily even. “I think your obsession with her is getting unhealthy.”

[mostlymaddie]

Why Are You with My Son?

inspired by @starfxkr ‘s pogue!bunny who bitches rafe out of his money

ward respects pogue!bunny’s hustle.

usually he doesn’t care for pogues but if one of them is smart enough to jack rafe for every dollar that he’s ever shown… he can’t be too mad! bunny comes over to tannyhill and ward asks her to have a drink with him while she waits on rafe to come back.

bunny’s a little awkward because this is the first time she’s really talked to ward and she doesn’t know what to expect. he breaks the ice by saying, “i really don’t understand why you’re with my son. it’s the money isn’t it? i don’t blame you.” and before she can even say anything he offers her some whiskey.

rafe comes back home to his girl and his dad making fun of him and he’s pissed. bunny doesn’t even commit to the plans her and rafe made, she just sends him an apple pay request on the way home.

rafe sends her the money after telling ward to leave his girlfriend alone, and telling bunny to stop talking to his dad.

ward and bunny become facebook friends a week later.

[mostlymaddie]

ward is the type to randomly text you “Good morning, sweetheart! 😃😍” HSKSNAKJSKSJ “Hope you have a terrific day! Don’t let my son act like too much of an ass 😉😂🫏”

you’ve got it spot on

his overuse of emojis because he wants you to like him ……. like boyyyy

he’d be like “We’re making eggplant pasta for dinner! You’re more than welcome to join! 🍆🍆😋😋😉” LIKE BOY GET OUT MY PHONE !!!!!!!!! (i would love it) and u tell rafe that ward texts you and rafe has a private talk with ward and he’s just like “What? I can’t talk to my future daughter in law???????”

[mostlymaddie]

rafe gets turned on if you slap him.

like, you've been arguing all day without an end, he keeps getting on your nerves so much you'd tear your hair out while crying. too much frustration, you can't take it anymore, so you just slap him right in the face. the sound loud enough to echo in the room, accompanied by your rings that would surely leave a more than obvious mark on him.

there are moments of silence where he simply looks at you, full of tension where you almost regret your actions. before he slaps you right back.

fucking slaps you. (softer, of course)

and before you can even insult the fuck outta him he pulls you into an aggressive kiss as his arm wraps possessively around your waist, crushing you against his hard frame. its a desperate battle of teeth, tongue and saliva. you can feel how much he needed it just with the way he groans at the touch of your fingers in his hair.

fuck it, he loves his woman like this.

[mostlymaddie]

rafe with a foot fetish: he’s got you wearing an anklet that says “mrs. cameron”, weekly pedicures (he chooses the design), your feet are constantly in his lap no matter what, he’s sucking the polish off them bitches if you let him

[mostlymaddie]

OMG Im begging you to write about "You and your friend teasing Rafe in the back of the car on the drive home from the bar" got me feral

Hehhehe 🤭🤭🤭🤭 gahhh here’s a little more on that for you bb. Thank you for your ask 😘

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Cali grabs the back of your neck, pulling away from your kiss, smiling against your lips. "Fuck, Rafey. Your girl’s so sweet," she whispers, her voice hoarse from a night of partying. You brush the straps of your dress off your shoulders, quickly unclasping your bra while Cali works on hers. Your boobs bounce free, making her giggle, her hands instantly draw to your tits.

Topper glances in the rearview mirror and lets out a gasp. His mouth falls open, unsure of how to feel. "Yo, what the fuck is happening back there-" The car swerves as Rafe shoves him from the side, shushing him.

“Shut the fuck up, man. Let the ladies play. Aight?” He brushes off Rafe, turning his focus to the back.

“Cali. Baby… Don’t think we could’a talked about this before?” he whines.

“If I gotta tell you to shut up again, I’m kickin’ your ass. Plain and simple. They’re just kissin’, Top.”

"You're a lucky man, Rafe.” Cali coos, dismissing her boyfriend completely.

“I know. She’s perfect,” Rafe sighs as he cranks his neck to get a better look. His light blue eyes hanging low - drunk, high, and horny; just seconds away from crawling into the back seat himself. "Just pretend like we’re not here. Wanna watch you eat her pussy-”

“Jesus fuck!” Topper scolds. “Enough.”

“What, man?” Rafe asks through a taunting laugh. “You’re not enjoyin’ this.

“I mean… I am but I’m fuckin’ drivin’. I’m gonna kill us all.”

“Yeah - yeah. Don’t do that. I’d miss this,” Rafe grins smugly as he digs in his pocket. “Don’t worry, brother. I’ll record it. Topper narrows his eyes on Rafe, making Rafe roll his away. You a virgin or somethin’ Thornton. Why are you actin’ like such a pussy. Don’t you and Cals fuck?”

“We fuck. A lot. Okay?” Topper scoffs as he tightens his grip on the wheel.

“Then stop bein’ a bitch.”

“Yeah. Stop bein’ a bitch, baby,” Cali teases before deepening your kiss. Your tongue rolls with hers tasting the sweetness of her lipgloss and the liquor lingering on her lips from the bar.

“Fuck, baby. Keep goin’,” Rafe pleads. “Don’t stop.”

She works lower, kissing down your neck as Rafe adjusts himself. His long, thick dick pressed against his jeans. Cali wraps her lips around your nipple, massaging and pressing your breasts together. Your moans fill the small car, making Rafe groan longingly. You lay back on the seat slightly, propping yourself up on your elbows. Her fingers draw up your skin, setting your body ablaze as they drift between your thighs.

"Can't imagine how wet you are, princess," Rafe mumbles. Cali pulls off your panties, handing them to Rafe. “Fuckk.” He hums as he rubs his rough thumb along the wet lace, getting his answer. She grabs your legs, spreading you open further, pressing your body into the leather seats. "Prettiest pussy I've ever seen. What about you, Cali?" Rafe brags as he points his phone at you.

"Everything about her is pretty Rafe..." She sighs. Cali dips her small fingers between your folds, spreading your slick, extending a hand to him. Rafe looks at you, getting the go-ahead from you before sucking her fingers clean.

“Mmm… mhmm. That’s my baby,” he lives as he tucks your panties in his pocket. "Dirty fuckin' girls.” Cali slaps your thigh, making you squeal and Rafe groan. She leans in, lapping at your cunt, making you throw your head back. "That’s right… suck her fuckin’ pussy, Cals. Shittt. You two are gonna kill me," he mumbles as Cali sucks down on your clit. “Let me come back there, princess,” Rafe smiles. You shake your head ‘no’, biting your bottom lip as your breathing quickens. “Just a little tease. Aren’t you, baby girl.”

[mostlymaddie]

Good Friends

John B and Sarah help out a good friend (18+)

hanging out with sarah and john b felt weird at first; being without the entire group of pogues made you feel anxious about being a third wheel. however, they always made sure you felt included, in more ways than one.

it’d almost become a weekly thing at this point, every friday afternoon you, sarah, and john b spent time relaxing and drinking in her hot tub. even with john b and sarah positioned at the opposite side of the hot tub as you, the occasional feet and legs brushing against each other sent small shocks through your body.

“hey john b, do you mind refilling drinks? y/n’s running a little low.” glancing down at your champagne glass you realized sarah was right, you’d nonchalantly been sipping away at your drink and didn’t notice you’d nearly finished it. “sure babe” as john b stood up you try to divert your attention from the water running down his chest and pooling at the waistband of his swim trunks. it wouldn’t be the first time you had borderline inappropriate thoughts about john b or sarah for that matter. it seemed as if the environment always provided these thoughts with the opportunity to enter your mind, whether it was john b tightly grabbing you by your hips to move you closer to him in crowded places, sarah’s friendly cheek kisses becoming pecks on the lips when she drank a little too much, or you walking in on them having morning sex after they “accidentally” forgot about inviting you over the night before. it was almost as if like they wanted you to think about them in a more sexualized manner, but that would be crazy…right?

john b grabs the glass from your hands, steps out of the hot tub, and disappears into the house. sarah’s gaze follows him until she can no longer see him, her eyes fall back onto you and slowly trail down your body. a smile appears on her face, “see, i told you that bikini would fit perfectly! you were worried for nothing.” earlier in the week sarah took you shopping for a new swimsuit, she claimed that you needed a new one in order to get the perfect tan, “a body this pretty needs a nice tan to match” the trip resulted in sarah running her hands all over your tits and ass, which shamefully went straight to your clit, and buying you a strapless bikini top and a pair of thongs bottoms to match.

“no i know, i just thought it was a little tight” you glance down at your tits which are slightly spilling out from your top. “that’s how it’s supposed to fit, really, you look sexy” sarah constantly gave you compliments in the form of telling you how hot you looked or how good your ass looked in shorts she lent you. if not for her commitment to john b, you’d think she was attracted to you. “wanna hear something funny?” sarah’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “sure, yeah.”

“so you know how you’re a virgin right?” your cheeks felt hot and you whipped your head around to see if john b was coming back. “oh- no sweetheart i didn’t mean to embarrass you. and it’s really not a big deal, i think it’s sweet that you’re still a virgin!” still reeling from how bluntly sarah began the conversation, you nod your head “yeah…”

“i just wanted to show you something.” sarah moves to the control panel of the jacuzzi and increases the intensity of the jets. “do you know how easy it is to cum using pool jets?” sarah’s outlandish question causes you to choke on air “sarah that’s too personal!” she shakes her head and smiles “oh no it’s not! we’re friends and good friends don’t let their friends live life without orgasms.” she moves closer to you, her body heat seems hotter than water surrounding you. “i just want you to feel good… that’s all i ever want.” something about the way sarah looks deep into your eyes makes you want to do whatever she says, no questions asked. maybe that’s why she gets everything she wants. “come ‘ere, stand up and let me show you something.” you maintain eye contact with sarah and rise to your knees, she grabs your hips gently and turns you toward the jet that was previously aimed at your back. “scoot a little closer babe” in an instant you feel the best you ever have in your life “oh-ohhh!”

sarah’s lips come closer to the edge of your ear as she pushes your bikini-covered clit closer to the jet “that’s a good girl, you’re doing so good.” your breathing becomes heavier and it’s harder and harder to catch your breath. her body stays strong as you lean back against her for support, if it hadn't been for her you would have fallen back into the water. your eyes flutter shut when her lips start trailing open-mouth kisses down your neck. “you’re so gorgeous, do you know that? i’ve been thinking about this since the day we met. i never knew how it would happen but i knew eventually i’d have you. i’ve always- no, we’ve always thought about what it would finally be like to take care of you the way you deserve.”

that last sentence seemed to be a keyword or a trigger for john b to finally reappear after being absent for the last 15 minutes. if it weren’t for sarah’s mini confession you’d think it would be outrageous to suggest they planned this. if your mind wasn’t occupied by the feeling of a high powered jet on your clit and sarah’s hands unclasping your top to play with your tits, you’d probably play back every interaction you’ve had with the couple and their possible ulterior motives, but there’s no time for that. “how are my girls doing?” john b’s voice almost breaks you out of the spell, just enough to open your eyes and see him walking towards you. his hands grab the side of your face and tilts your head towards him, “sarah’s making you feel good yeah?” you whimper and nod your head yes. “sar? why don’t we make her feel better?”

her left hand lets go of your boob and cups your pussy through your bikini bottoms, her index finger hooks around the front of your panties and exposes your bare clit to the jet “oh my god- please!” john b still holds your head in his hands and leans down to kiss you. it’s different from the kisses sarah left on your neck, it’s focused and intense. the jet — sarah’s fingers pinching your nipples — and john b’s tongue combined finally lead you to an orgasm. sarah’s voice filters through your left ear, “oh look baby she’s cumming, we just gave our pretty girl her first orgasm.”

[mostlymaddie]

oh this just inspired me to write something, i love it

when sarah and john b had decided they wanted to recruit you to join their relationship, there were a few subtle steps they had planned to take.

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they saw your potential. they knew perhaps you weren’t the most overtly sexual in nature, but they also knew they could change that. sex was like cake, you could never just eat one spoonful of it. all they had to do, was pique your interest — not just in sex, but in sex with them specifically.

baby steps. you ask sarah to send her the videos she took of you guys from the party the night before, and she ‘accidentally’ includes a video of her and john b fucking she’d taken on her phone the same day. of course she acted bashful, apologising profusely for the mistake and acting incredibly grateful when you’d told her there was no problem and that you’d delete it.

‘yk i wouldn’t even really care if you watched it tbh. i trust you. its only me and john b anyway… 🤷🏼‍♀️💕’

— she’d text you after a moments passed. curiosity of course got the better of you, a shaky, clammy finger pressing the play button as you nervously bite your nail, glancing at the door and turning the volume way down as precaution as if someone were to catch you. the focus seemed to be on sarah, grinding her hips to ride the brunette boy, soft tits bouncing as he lazily smacks her ass and encourages her to keep riding. she seemed to be putting in the work, john b merely used as a vessel for pleasure, a dildo with a voice box— and something about that had you shamefully heating up. sure, your knowledge on sex was fairly limited — but what you did know through movies and tv shows was that guys were usually too prideful to let the girl do the work, yet therefore caring less for her pleasure. the two of them seemed… open. different.

the text of apparent permission sarah had sent you only made you feel the slightest bit less guilty when you snuck your hand down the waistband of your panties and humped clumsily at your palm as you hit replay.

the blonde cameron had facetimed you suddenly and out of the blue seven minutes later. you yanked your hand out your pants like there’d be a way for her to see you before you’d accepted the call and you swallow thickly, brain too frazzled to think before hitting the green button. she was smiling, laying on her bed in that white tank top that hugged her tits, the same tits from the video and accentuated her golden, barbie tan. you try and be normal about it. she’s just your friend after all.

“hey, what are you doing right now?”

you blink at her, the way she’s smiling at you — before checking yourself out in the small box in the corner. you look all heated and askew, chest still rising and falling with heavy breaths. fuck.

you told her you were watching a movie and then excused yourself not even two minutes later, overcome with embarrassment and the feeling of being caught. sarah rolls over once the call ends, smirking to john b who was reclined on her bed with a hand behind his head, scrolling through his own phone.

“she was totally getting herself off.” she purs matter-of-factly. the brunette boys eyes light up a little as he glances over, brows shifting upwards.

“yeah? how’d you know?”

“she had it written all over her face.”

the two of them got greedy, with the whole introducing you to the idea of being chronically horny thing. without even really speaking about it, they figured the more they normalised this kind of behaviour in the group dynamic, the more likely you were to feel comfortable enough to let them hit. jj maybank was sexual in nature to the knowledge of anyone who had the pleasure of having a conversation with him longer than five minutes. he was sure to make it easy and perhaps bridge the gap, they just needed their in.

by that point, you’d started to catch on anyway.

the four of you sit in a small uneven circle on the floor of the chateau, drinking on a friday night. at first you’re a little confused — you were so sure sarah had been hinting at something with you, herself and john b for a while now — but as you sat beside jj on the floor, his arm rested casually behind you, rubbing casual circles on your waist you perhaps started to question whether or not you’d made that up, and really they were just trying to be friendly so they could set you up with their friend.

as soon as the words ‘truth or dare’ leave john b’s mouth with a knowing, yet trusting and warm grin — you knew it was bound to take a turn. with this group, it always did. everything was about sex, whether you were doing it or talking about it or pretending to do it infront of eachother, it was some kind of secret obsession that you could feel yourself feeding into without knowing. a lamb being brought in to be sacrificed, a group of secretly perverted individuals itching to get your sweet, cranberry blood on their hands.

sarah speaks your name when you foolishly pick dare, worried if you had picked truth they’d make you recount all the things you’d hadn’t done. she leans across the circle to you on her hands and knees so her face is right in front of yours, breath in your face, ass in john b’s.

“i want you… to show me how you’d ride a dick.”

“what?”

she pushes back, reaching behind her on the couch and fetching the throw pillow, placing it in the centre of the circle with a mischievous grin. the pillow it long, firm and rectangular — the comfiest of its kind to nap on during the day whilst the group discuss whatever mishap they were planning on getting into that week.

“aw now we’re talkin’” jj gets comfortable, sitting back a little with a jokey grin. nothing about their tone was out of the ordinary, which what made you feel so comfortable.

“i don’t understand?” you smile, tilting your head like a lost puppy which only made you appear more delicious as their prey.

“straddle the pillow… and show us what you’d do if you were to ride an actual, real dick.” sarah explains kindly, even pulling your hand so you would shuffle forward on your knees to the centre of the small circle.

“look, we know you haven’t done that before— no shame in it,” john b shrugs one shoulder understandingly with an air of casualness which calmed you. “but a dares a dare and hey, maybe you could learn something right now.”

“i been told i’mma pretty good teacher too, so—” jj starts casually in his amused drawl, but is cut short pretty quickly by the sarah snapping her head towards him, her tone more curt and snappy.

“jj.” she scolds quickly and he shuts up, but as quickly as she changed her tone, she was back to smiling back at you encouragingly. she didn’t want jj to take it too far with the pervy jokes and send you running. their plan was perfectly crafted, and they didn’t need him ruining it. john b’s eyes linger on the blonde. nothing malicious about it, perhaps a warning though — because jj presses his lips together and moves his glance back to you with a thick swallow.

all in this time, you had decided to take another long swig of your drink before straddling the pillow. the group cheer, the fun and jokey atmosphere back in full swing as you cover your face, giggling into your hands.

your skirt stretches over your upper thighs at the position, and you shuffle — ensuring you’re sat comfortable on the throw cushion. perhaps the alcohol had lowered your guard, because without much thought — you wince, the material catching over your clit. you were sensitive, assumably from ovulation and as you try to get into a comfortable position, your face falls, realising you may be too sensitive to partake.

“uhm,” you clear your throat as the playful jeering dies down.

“go ahead. fulfil your dare.” sarah chuckles, leaning back against the couch behind her.

“i can’t.” you whisper, smile slipping off your face. the couples hearts drop a few millimetres in their chest, thinking perhaps they’d made you uncomfortable and soiled the whole thing. the blonde girls eyebrows furrow, leaning forward and scooching to sit directly infront of you.

“why? are you okay? i’m— i’m sorry—”

“no i’m okay,” you let out an airy laugh that relieves everyone. “maybe i’m just drunk but i’m a little sensitive… don’t think i can sit n’hump this pillow without…” you trail off, your shame sending heat to your cheeks and behind your ears. john b raises his eyebrows slowly in expectation.

“without…?”

you clench your thighs around the pillow, mortified, looking down at it before back up at him with puppy dog eyes and your teeth tucked over your bottom lip all sheepish. made him wanna finger you until you cried.

luckily, sarah’s face lights up with slow realisation, mouth forming an ‘o’ and eyes widening.

“without cumming?” she cooes before swivelling around to look at both boys, laughing in adoration. “aww, you’re sensitive! i didn’t even… know that was a thing!” she beams, and the boys follow, teeth glinting in the low light like hungry hyenas in a cave.

you loosen up a little, shoulders visibly relaxing and you giggle. “yeah… s’just quite a… firm pillow. pressing me in all types of places.” you shrug, girlishly.

“are you seeeeeeriously tellin’ me, that you can’t move back and forth just a little?” jj chuckles, dumbfounded from behind you and you peer shyly over your shoulder with a humble shrug. you wasn’t sure if they were to be making fun of you, but for some odd reason — based off vibes alone, your sensitivity felt like something to be proud of amongst the group. jj licks his lips.

when you turn back, sarah’s in your face again, her warm hands on your knees. she seems comfortable, so you relax into her touch. you notice john b watching the interaction before locking eyes with you and sipping out his beer bottle.

“okay well, a dares a dare, but if you really need someone to help you out…” she giggles, hands sliding up to your hips before she begins to forcefully tug you back and forth — leaving you no choice but to let her make you hump this pillow infront of everyone.

your hands fly to her shoulders to stabilise yourself, sucking in a shaky and unsure gasp as the seams in the fabric repeatedly catch over your clit through your thin panties. the music playing out the speaker seems to get louder, or maybe the blood is just pumping in your ears as the boys let out little encouraging cheers as they chuckle and continue to drink.

sarah tilts her head, hot breath on your jaw as she lowers her voice to something quiet and seductive for just you to hear, her hands now grabbing handfuls of your ass to pull you along. “there you go, keep riding it. just like me in that video, right?” she croons, and your brows furrow — unable to stop the pornographic moan from leaving you.

embarrassed at the delighted reactions, you hide your face in sarah’s neck, hot and disorientated from the pleasure, hearing her amused chuckle close up. “its just us, nothing at all to be embarrassed about.” she shrugs against you. “can’t run from the dare, sweetie. jj, you wanna come up behind her and give her a hand?” she asks, and before you can lift your head — her hands have slid up your top, squeezing at your tits.

your hips aren’t left alone for long though, as jj straddles the long pillow right behind you and grips your hips, tugging them back and forth with a boyish roughness that had the fabric scraping against you in a new way. you whimper uncontrollably, feeling the blondes stiff crotch thumping against your backside each time he yanked you back.

“yeah-he-heahh, that’s the stuff. don’t tell me i never do anythin’ for ya babydoll. teachin’ you the valuable lesson of gettin’ off right now.” he drawls in your ear, his body heat making your back arch.

amidst this, john b carries the same cool and collected energy. he leans against the couch as he keeps his eyes on yours, taking another sip of his beer before reaching out and taking your hand in his to gently soothe over your knuckles when you announce in a panic that they were going to make you cum.

“thaaaats it,” he hums, voice bassy and delicious enough to make you hold onto every word, thighs clenching painfully. “riiiiide it out.”

something about his nonchalance made you believe it was perhaps his idea, and not sarah’s like you previously believed.

[mostlymaddie]

tp!jj and reader, they give “i’m tired of this grandpa😫” “THATS TOO DAMN BAD😡”

HELP HE REALLY DO BE HAVIN HER UP AT THE CRACK OF FUCKIN DAWN TO GO FISHING??? like jj dgaf especially if it's after a storm he's hauling her ass up half asleep, he'll carry her if he has to but they got be on the water believe #that

[mostlymaddie]

rafe dating cat mama reader who owns a fat & chunky boy cat thats sooooo clingy with reader ! bc you take such good care of it ! fat cat always interrupting their lovey dovey moments like getting in between them during their cuddling session in bed. stealing you away from rafe & that leads to u forgetting ab rafe existence besides u (not completely), now you're giving ur attention to meow ! kissing, hugging it aggressively, talking to ur cat w ur baby voice bc its just soooooo cuteeeeee & FAT !!! you would be like "AWWWWW rafe, look at how cute he's beinggg. he's really my baby <3" & rafe is just there sulking/pouting bc he's soooooo jealous !!!! but ofc at the end, you felt bad & finally gave ur full attention back to sweet rafey. continue babying him, drowning him w your kisses & affections <33 - 🐹

i think it’s especially funny if fat cat starts to get super attached to a reluctant rafe !! you always walk in to find the cat climbing all over rafe trying to get settled onto his lap !!

“oh how sweet!” you whisper, as if being any louder would disrupt the moment and spook your cat. rafe glares, heaving out a sigh.

“getting fur all over my pants, c’mon— off, you lil shit.” he pats the cats side gently, but doesn’t have the heart to be forceful, especially not with you watching.

“rafe, be nice!” you pout, walking over and reaching over to scratch behind the cats ears.

“ah, the hell? he’s digging his claws into me.” he complains, wincing.

“hes just making biscuits.”

“making bis— okay, kid can you get him off. i gotta take a leak and i’m not takin’ this furbie reject with me, a’ight?” he grumbles and you reluctantly lift the cat, cradling him like a baby.

“go on, grump.”

[mostlymaddie]

PORNSTAR/CAM BOY!HARRY

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[mostlymaddie]

just a little taste* (2)

warnings: smut, oral, angst, mentions of cheating

pairing: masseuse harry x reader

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previous part

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harry’s breath is caught in his throat as he registers what’s going on, blinking a couple times to make sure this is real life. after a few moments of baited silence, he’s come to the conclusion that this is, in fact, not a dream. “darling, wha-,” he clears his throat, the words coming out a bit shaky. “what are y’doing?” he finally forces out.

her tongue swipes out to wet her bottom lip before she’s pulling away as if she’s been burnt. “oh! ‘m sorry, i shouldn’t have assumed. i just thought i’d return the favor since you were just so good to me,” she rambles, going to step away, albeit mortified, but she’s stopped dead in her tracks when she feels two hands cradle her face gingerly before his lips are pressed to hers once more.

he presses his body as close to hers as he possibly can, his tongue now fighting to explore her mouth. he’s a bit confused, though, when she places her hands on his chest to push him away a bit. “no,” she states with a firm shake of her head, causing him to furrow his eyebrows in confusion. “if you want it, you’re going to have to tell me you want it, i’d rather have your spoken consent,” she explains, and he’s practically melting in relief that he hasn’t fucked up what he’s sure is the best thing to ever happen to him.

she has a small smile on her face when he nods eagerly, his chest heaving just a bit. “yeah, y-yes. i’d love for you to return the favor, darling. just the sweetest little thing,” he rushes, a dimpled grin on his face as well.

now that she has full consent, though, she’s going to go all in. she steps away from him, just a hair, to drop herself onto her knees, the plush carpet beneath her giving her some comfort. her mouth is nearly watering as she reaches up to free his hard cock from where it resides, and she has to stop her jaw from dropping when he’s fully out and in front of her.

he’s so pretty, so long and thick and wet. he’s literally leaking for her, his cock twitching in front of her as he watches her eye him up. he reaches up with his right hand and runs his thumb over her bottom lip to grab her attention. “‘s it pretty, darling?” he teases, causing her to let out a whine and nod enthusiastically. “y’so sweet, baby, but ‘m gonna explode in a bit if y’just keep staring,” he chuckles. “do y’wanna maybe put it in y’mou- fuck, angel,” he’s cut off with a moan as she reaches up to grasp him and place her mouth on him all in one go, her tongue licking all around the width of him as she goes deeper.

once his cock is lubricated enough with her spit, she begins to bob her head to give him some more pleasure, a shocked moan of pleasure leaving his lips when she takes him so deep that her nose grazes the bottom of his tummy. “angel, fuck, i- y’doing so well,” he’s gasping as he reaches for her head but pulls away as he doesn’t know if she’s okay with that.

she notices his struggle and pulls away for just a moment, still stroking him quickly as she does. “s’okay, you can touch my head. i don’t mind it,” she ensures, not even sparing another glance as she goes right back to work on his cock, needing to taste more than just his precum on her tongue.

and harry just swears to himself that he’s landed an angel, she was such a sweet, innocent thing when he’d first entered, but now he knows who she really is, what she really needs. she needs someone to make her feel good, to put her in her place, to make it hurt. she needs some reprieve from her everyday life. and that’s what he’s going to give her.

he can’t give it much more thought, though, when he sees her reach up, and before he can register what’s going on, she’s got his balls in her hand, playing with them as she still uses her mouth and other hand diligently. the overwhelming feeling cause a choked gasp to leave his lips, his hips involuntarily bucking forward and hitting the back of her throat.

she gags just a bit and so he starts to pull away but she just follows him, managing to get even sloppier. the sounds that are coming from them are so vulgar, so lewd that harry has to grip onto the cart behind him to keep himself upright. how he’s reduced her to a filthy, slutty mess the neither of them know, but they also don’t want it to end.

harry feels his cock start to twitch and his balls start to draw up almost painfully as his orgasm approaches out of nowhere trying to give her a warning but he can’t even form a single coherent thought. “angel, angel, fuck, please. please, i’m-,” she swallows around him then, cutting his sentence short as he plummets into bliss, his thighs quaking and a noise that resembles a guttural groan falling from his mouth.

shortly after, yn feels the warmth of his cum coating the back of her throat with short spurts, and she swallows every drop eagerly. she hasn’t stopped the movements of her hands or her mouth, and she doesn’t until she feels harry pull away from her with a whine of overstimulation. resting her weight down on her heels, she looks up at him with the most innocent smile as if she didn’t just drain him for everything he had.

the smile he returns is lazy but genuine, exhaustion quickly seeping into his bones as he attempts to catch his breath. when he finally feels like he can move without falling to the floor, he takes one last breath before helping yn up, pressing his lips to hers once again. they have a silent conversation as she steps away, grabbing her clothes. he fixes is own and helps her put hers on to the best of his ability, his moments a bit sluggish.

they share a couple more quick kisses that threaten to turn into something more again, but they stop them just before they go that far, knowing they’ll end up passed out on the floor or the massage table, and that’s not a great look for anyone that comes in. she gathers all of her belongings before asking him if he needed any help, to which he declined of course, but he had one last request.

“same time next week?” he questions, dimpled grin on full display as he rubs a warm hand along her hip.

“same time next week,” she reiterates. they quickly exchange numbers and when they’re done she leans up to press one last kiss to his lips before she’s heading out and closing the door behind her, walking toward the entrance. when she passes the front desk with a wave, though, she doesn’t miss the way jessica’s eyes don’t quite find hers, and how her ears are bright red, an indication that she’d definitely heard what just went down.

yn gets in her car without another glance to the building, a new feeling of relaxation and confidence radiating throughout her as she drives home. the ride home is quick and peaceful, and she stops to get her favorite sushi on the way. she hops onto her couch and turns on a random movie when she arrives, digging into her sushi.

as soon as she pops the first piece in her mouth, though, her phone that had been sitting on the coffee table in front of her lights up along with the sound of her ring tone, an indicator that she’s received a call. reaching forward, she can’t stop the smile that quickly forms on her face as she realizes it’s harry making sure she’s made it home safely.

after answering and ensuring him that she’s safe and comfy as she watches a movie with her sushi, the two somehow find themselves in a conversation about their favorite things to eat. he tells her that he knows a great place for pad thai and that piques her interest, never having tried that before.

he clears his throat on the other line. “well, how about after our session next friday, we can pop by there so you can try it out?” he questions, his heart nearly in his throat as he awaits her response.

“i’d love to,” he can hear the smile in her voice. “it’s a date, then,” she chuckles, testing the waters.

“it’s a date,” he whispers on the other end. they fall into a comfortable silence for a moment, just listening to the other’s breaths until she starts laughing. he’s laughing along too, despite the fact that he doesn’t even know what’s going through her head. her laugh is just so contagious. “what’s so funny?” he questions, his smile bright on the other end.

“it’s just,” she starts, stopping to laugh a bit more. “it’s just that an hour ago i was on my knees in front of you with your cock in my mouth and now you’re asking me on a date. ‘s just a bit backwards, is all,” she teases, and he laughs along with her once more.

“you’re so right, it is. but now we’re all in, no going back now, hm?” she agrees and they fall into silence again before they decide to end the call, promising to see each other next week.

~

so then it becomes a weekly thing after that. every friday after yn gets off work, she heads straight to the parlor for a massage and her happy ending, the two stopping by a restaurant when they leave, talking about everything under the sun. every single friday night ends in a sweet kiss as they part ways, the both of their hearts warm and full as they head to their homes. they’ve got a nice little routine going, and it’s fun and it’s easy, until it’s not.

the next week when yn comes in for her session, the door is closed. a frown forms on her face when she realizes, and she has to check her watch to make sure she hasn’t gotten the wrong time. she hasn’t, and so she’s even more confused as she heads back to the waiting area once more.

stopping at the front desk, she leans her upper body against it as she waits for jessica to finish speaking to a client. they've gotten fairly close over the past few weeks, so she trusts that she'll tell her what's going on. she looks over to her with a smile as soon as she's finished speaking, a bit confused since she's usually in the back by now.

"hey, jess, do you know where harry is? i just went in the back and the door was closed, didn't seem like he was in there," she explains, watching as the furrow in her friend's eyebrow only deepens.

"he should be in there, have you tried knocking yet? i haven't seen him come back out," she responds. yn has an odd sinking feeling in her stomach but she brushes it off, thinking that maybe he’s just lost track of time or something. turning on her heel, she goes back to the door and knocks firmly.

there’s no answer on the other side, but she knows he’s in there because the light is on. now she’s worried something’s happened to him, so she hurriedly turns the knob and opens the door. her eyes trail around the room until they land on harry. who is…perfectly fine.

she’s even more confused now, but then a small smile forms on her face when, upon fully taking him in, she sees that he has his airpods in, his back to her as he prepares the oils. he just couldn’t hear her. so she steps further into the room to tap him for his attention when he speaks up.

“no, allison. i won’t be home for dinner tonight,” a frown forms on her face as there’s a beat of silence.

who could he be talking to? as far as she knew, he lived alone. her questions are answered pretty quickly when he speaks up again. “it’s the same conversation every night!,” he exclaims, sounding exasperated. “i will not be home for dinner, and i expect the mess you made in our bed last night to be cleaned,” he sighs.

our bed? a lump forms in her throat. who is allison, and what sort of mess did she make in their bed? yn’s heart is full on thumping inside her chest as all of the possible scenarios play out for her. she’d begun to subconsciously step backward as her mind reels, stabilizing herself at the doorway when she makes it back there.

“allison, please. and for the love of god, could you please stop calling me when i’m at work? i’ll call you when i’m on the way home,” another beat of silence as the woman on the other end gets louder. “so now you’re monitoring my purchases? what i do in my free time doesn’t involve you, it doesn’t matter if you’re an account holder, stop trying to keep me on a leash,” he practically spits, and that’s all it takes for yn to take that final step out the door and close the door behind her, the slam startling harry even with his noise cancelling headphones.

the dull thud causes harry to jump, taking out one of his headphones as he takes a look at the time. his heart drops as he realizes yn would’ve been here at this time, and he has a strong feeling that the noise he heard was the sound of her leaving.

“no, no, no, fuck,” he spits, hanging up the phone and tossing it carelessly to the side as he hops up from the chair. he makes a run for the door, but he’s met with an empty hallway, and so he hurries to the front. the lobby is completely empty save for jessica, who looks at him with a confused expression, wondering why yn left so abruptly. she doesn’t dare ask, though, because the way harry is bright red with a heaving chest is off putting enough.

she wouldn’t have had time to, either, because as soon as he notices that yn’s car is gone from the parking lot he turns back to the hallway and goes into his room to retrieve his phone. his hands are shaking as he rushes to find her number, pressing the call button and putting the phone to his ear. straight to voicemail.

“fuck!” he bellows, hanging up to try again. voicemail once again. he stands in the middle of the room for a moment as he contemplates what to do. he doesn’t know where she lives or works, he only has her number and this time on fridays. he can only hope that she’ll come back next week, but he’s got a feeling that he’s really fucked up this time.

harry calms himself down for a few minutes as he cleans up his station that he’d prepped, gathering his belongings to head home for the night. he hurries past jessica without a word or a glance, hopping into his car and throwing his stuff in the backseat before peeling out of the lot.

it’s no surprise when monday he comes in with red puffy eyes and a bottom lip bright red from all the biting he’s done, but he’s surprised that jess is scowling at him and ignoring him, passing him the schedule for the day without a word. so yn told her about what she’d heard.

the week drags on so slowly he’s unsure he’ll make it, and when friday finally rolls around again he has just an inkling of hope that she’ll show. even just to talk, maybe yell at him. but after he finishes the clients and her normal time approaches, he waits and waits until the parlor closes, thinking that maybe she’s just running late.

he heaves out a sigh as he closes up the parlor, hopping into the car and resting his head against the wheel. after a few minutes of thought, he decides it’d be best to try and push her into the back of his mind, even though he’s definitely run away the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

~

one month later

“h, really? it’s been a whole month and you’re still mooing around. it’s not like you guys were even together or anything,” mitch grumbles, fed up with his friend’s dull behavior. “so get in the shower and get some clothes on. i’ll be there in an hour or so, around 9…..and shave too, please,” he requests, hanging up the facetime call without waiting for a response.

harry just sighs in defeat as he realizes his best friend is entirely correct, but decides to wallow for a couple minutes more before he finally pushes himself off the couch and heads toward the bathroom.

he’s honestly quite relieved that he feels just a tad better when he makes himself presentable again, but the cleaning up does not take away the pain entirely. he finds some clothes and puts them on just as his phone begins ringing once more, mitch’s name appearing on the screen. he gives him a small smile when he answers. “ah, there he is! i bet you feel a lot better,” he teases, but it’s all in good nature as he’s really glad his best friend is making an effort. “i won’t say i told you so….” is the last thing harry beers before the call ends once more.

grabbing some shoes, he puts them on and grabs his keys before he heads out to where mitch is waiting, a forced smile on his face as he hops in the passenger seat.

~

walking into tap and slide, the most popular bar in upper manhattan, harry expects to feel something new. something, anything other than the dull ache that’s seemingly permanently nestled deep in his tummy. it seems as if the harder he tries to push yn from his mind, the more she appears. he takes a glance around the crowded bar and sighs deeply when he realizes that this scene will do nothing to help him.

his friends are already scattering to different parts of the building, seeing people they know or that they’re attracted to. so he’s left standing there near the entrance with a slump in his shoulders, and when he feels a body brush against him particularly hard, he forces his feet to move forward toward the bar. when it’s his turn, he orders himself a whiskey sour and heads off to find a booth to reside in until his friends feel like leaving.

and so he nurses the whiskey for as long as he sits there, eyes flitting around the room for anything that catches his attention. he’s sat there for about an hour, beginning to get too deep into his head when he sees her. he hadn’t looked toward the entrance the entire night, but for some reason he felt compelled to look that way at that exact moment.

when his eyes land on her, in the cutest black dress and small kitten heels that her perfect for a night out, his heart speeds up substantially. he nearly drops his half empty glass on the table, his hand shaky as he manages to set it down. his eyes don’t leave her frame as she moves deeper into the building, not until someone is tapping her shoulder and causing her to turn to them.

a frown forms on his lips when he realizes that it’s jess with her, and that she’s pointing at him as she speaks to yn. a scowl is set on her face and she rolls her eyes every couple words as she very obviously warns yn of his presence. then yn is speaking, still not turning his way as she gets closer to jess. whatever she says causes jess to place a hand on her arm with a sympathetic frown, moving the two of them toward a booth on the other side.

jess double checks that yn is okay before moving to the bar to grab them some drinks to sip on for the night, and he knows it’s so wrong, but harry takes that as a chance to make his move. sliding from the booth, harry pushes through the couple of bodies that block his path and makes his way to yn, who is now typing on her phone.

then he slides into the booth across from her, watching as she looks up with a smile that’s quickly replaced with a hardened look of anger, a face he’s never seen before. he swallows quickly and his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip before he speaks. “i know i don’t exactly deserve this for not being honest with you, but do you think i could just get a few minutes? i’d really like to explain myself,” he chooses his words carefully, not really giving away any details, which frustrates her.

she’s huffing out a sigh of annoyance and cuts her eyes to jess, who is fully immersed in a conversation with mitch before she looks back to the man in front of her. “whatever. you have five minutes, and i expect the truth,” she spits, leaning back against the back of the booth and crossing her arms against her chest.

she really should’ve stayed home tonight.

"im married," he finally admits to her, watching the way her breath hitches before a scoff leaves her lips. “i’m married, and i have been for the past five years.”

~

cliffhangaaaaaa kinda?????😩😩😩

[mostlymaddie]

The Scientist & the Stripper*

Happy Harry Fic Friday y'all!

Summary: Harry's your new neighbor and he's just moved in so you invite him over to get to know him better - but what you find out about him is totally unexpected

A/N: 15.2k words in total - 6k+ words of SMUT

Pairing: nerd/virgin!harry x stripper!reader

Warnings: SMUT, mentions of light alcohol use and smoking weed

The couple who lived next to you moved out last week and things were finally quiet again. They had two young children and as cute as they were, you kind of hated kids and how obnoxious they were, and how early they insisted on waking up. Having children for neighbors was exhausting, especially because you worked nights at Star Room Gentleman’s Club.

So, today when you woke up at noon you felt well rested and your mood was good. Really good. You stretched and yawned and got out of your bed, walking to your dresser to find your pack of cigarettes. You walked out to your balcony and lit up the stick and inhaled. Your view of the I-90 interstate on the south side of Chicago was not great, but having a balcony was better than not having one, even if the view was of traffic and concrete.

When you stamped out your cigarette in the ash tray you went back into your apartment and poured a glass of cold brew and turned your radio on. You stretched your sore limbs, grabbing at your ankles and nuzzling your face as close to your legs as possible before rising upward with your arms out and stretched backwards until just before you could lose your balance. It was a typical morning routine; a good cigarette, black cold brew coffee (that you made yourself because that shit is expensive to buy at the grocery store) and deep limb stretches.

You looked at your cellphone to find way too many notifications and put it back down not wanting to deal with anyone so early (well, early for you). It was nice to work odd hours because all your friends with normal jobs never cared when you didn’t get back to them right away. You had to be a social butterfly and confident-flirty (i.e., dance naked) at work so when you weren’t at the Star Room you didn’t feel much like socializing. Your friend Micah would be coming over later with wine along with a few friends who were bringing weed and pizza. You socialized, just not all day.

After a quick shower you went to buy a few groceries and get a bottle of vodka in anticipation of your friends coming over. You weren’t gone from your apartment too long but by the time you returned and stepped off the elevator to your floor there were boxes and furniture blocking you from getting to your apartment. It appeared you were getting a new neighbor.

You rolled your eyes and spoke loudly toward the door that was propped open with a table, “Hi there! Excuse me!” You waited for a moment and tried getting a look into the apartment but there didn’t seem to be any movement so you decided to pop your head into the door and take a look.

There were boxes and furniture everywhere. A large bookshelf was pushed against the wall in the living room and a couch faced the window.

“Hello! Anyone here?” You shouted into the apartment.

Nothing.

Finally you just decided to move the things out of your way so you could get to your door. You lifted the box at the top and set it down in front of your neighbor’s door, then you pulled the larger box at the bottom back a few feet so you could walk around it and make it to the other side.

You hopped over the metal stool and maneuvered next to the box and just as you were about to move past it you heard a man’s voice, “Hey! Sorry! The movers I hired just dumped my stuff in the hallway and left after I paid them. I’ll get everything moved out of your way as soon as possible! I’m so sorry!”

You watched the man as he explained everything and you found it funny how worked up he was, though you knew it was stressful moving anyway. But more than noticing how worked up he was you noticed that he was hot. Really hot. He was tall and he had short brown hair that was thick and looked soft, he had gorgeous green eyes, and a deep voice that sounded British. He was in a t-shirt that fit his frame well, showing off a toned and broad chest, and tattoos were scattered over his arms. And to top it all off he had glasses on. He looked smart and sexy. Hot.

“Oh! It’s okay!” You laughed and turned so you could lean over his stool to shake his hand, “I’m Y/N. I live next door.” You tipped your chin toward your apartment.

“Harry. I live… here.” He gestured to his door and began to chuckle and that’s when you saw his dimples. Oh, you were going to be fucking your neighbor. Harry was too cute not to test out.

“Where are you from? You know what? Never mind, you’re busy. I’ll leave you to it. I don’t want to be a bother.”

You smiled and began to turn when Harry spoke again, “You’re not a bother! I mean, I am busy and I want to get all this shit into my apartment so… but like,” he scratched at the back of his neck keeping his eyes on you, “maybe I’ll see you around soon.” He shrugged and grinned sweetly.

“Definitely! And, ya know… I’m having a few friends over later on, around 8 or 9 tonight. Some drinks, a little weed, pizza… if you’re done with what you need to get done tonight you should come over.”

Harry’s eyes widened ever so slightly at your casual mention of weed and he was curious about what kind of person you were. Not that he thought people who smoked weed were bad, but he had some assumptions and opinions on weed use. He had never partaken; he was a scientist after all and needed to focus on his work. Weed would only slow his mind down and could hinder his research and effort.

But as strict as Harry was with his lifestyle choices, he was still a man and you were a very pretty woman inviting him over. He wasn’t great in social situations but you were going to be his neighbor and at the very least if he accepted your invitation he would have a good idea of what kind of neighbor you’d be. It’s a win-win situation for him, long term.

And there could be the smallest chance that you are into him and maybe you wouldn’t mind that he was completely inexperienced in bed. Well, inexperienced was putting it mildly. It wasn’t that Harry wanted to be a virgin, it’s just that he’d been very focused on his research for the last few years and he never really put much effort in to dating. Then when he started going on dates and meeting new people he just never felt much of anything for any of them. There was one girl he liked a lot but when she found out that he’d never eaten a girl out before she ended things right away (they were making out and she gave him his first blow job but when it was his turn to reciprocate, he explained his lack of experience and asked her to guide him but instead she kicked him out). So that put him off dating. He decided to just let nature take its course. But nature had been slow and Harry was starting to feel like he was missing out.

“Sure! Don’t see why I couldn’t make it over for a bit. Should I bring anything?”

Harry was so polite and eager. You loved him already, the cutie. “Nah, just bring your handsome face and that should be plenty.”

You winked at him and waved as you finally made your way past the large box and back to your apartment.

You put the vodka in the freezer and the groceries away. And then you proceeded to shave yourself smooth, put your favorite cream all over your body, check your stock of condoms, put on your sexiest little thong and thin white dress that was a little short, a little see through, and body skimming, but not too tight. You wanted to show off a little in front of Harry and hopefully have him in your bed by the end of the night. He seemed very sweet and excited.

At the same time you were prepping yourself for the possibility of having Harry balls deep inside of you later on, Harry was busting his ass moving his stuff into his apartment and internally freaking out that you called him handsome and then winked at him.

He realized that sometimes people could tend to be flirty naturally and that it might have meant nothing, or maybe it was more of a kind gesture to create familiarity, and comfortability. But there was also the chance that you were telling him you found him handsome, as an invitation of sorts. What was he to do with this information? Just play it cool? What if it meant something though? What if him playing it cool backfires and you think he doesn’t like you and he missed the chance to see where it could lead because he was too in his head and playing it cool.

Yes. Harry is an over thinker. This is why he generally avoids social situations so he doesn’t have to deal with thoughts like this and navigate other personalities. But he hates that he avoids these situations because it’s a big part of why he’s never gotten laid. And he really wanted to get laid.

At 8 pm sharp, there are three distinct knocks at your door. You find Harry at standing in the hallway, looking as fuckable as he did earlier. “Come in…” you gesture into your apartment and he steps in. He smells very clean like he’s just gotten out of the shower.

You lead him to the living room that’s open to your kitchen.

“Sit wherever you’d like. Can I get you a drink? I’ve got some beer, vodka. A little rum… mmm… and juice and sparkling water.”

You look over your shoulder as you plate the chips and put the dip in the center waiting to see what Harry would like.

“Uh, here… let me get it! I can just, grab it myself since you’re busy…” Harry quickly crosses the room to the kitchen and stands near you.

“I think maybe a beer is fine. In your fridge I’m guessing?” He reaches toward your refrigerator.

You nod as you lift the chip tray, “Yeah, just in the door. There are two kinds so whichever you like. And glasses are in the cupboard to the left of the fridge if you want one.”

Harry reached into the door and grabbed a Modelo, lifting it toward you, “S’fine like this. Thank you. Uh, do you want me to do anything?”

He followed you to the small table as you set down the chips and dip. You laughed, “No! Just relax big guy. You’re probably tired. There’s not much for me to do anyway. I’ll join you in a couple minutes.” You wink at him and you swear you see him blush.

And he was blushing. He kind of liked when you called him big guy. Made him feel manly. He sat down on your couch and looked around. Your place seemed tidy. You had plants and art, a stereo cabinet with speakers, a receiver, a turntable and a good amount of records at the bottom of the cabinet.

Harry popped the tab on his can of beer and took a sip. You had a balcony with tall sliding glass doors that overlooked the interstate like Harry’s. There were twinkle lights draped over your balcony railing and a small sitting area with a table. Harry got up to check out the balcony, he didn’t have much time to see the view from his own. He opened the door and walked onto the metal flooring. There were cars heading North and South, lights coming from the North in the Loop where office buildings were still lit, concrete bridges and overpasses, and other condo buildings.

Harry took a seat in one of the chairs and noticed you had an ash tray full of cigarette butts. He sat his can down and just then the glass door slid open and you appeared, sitting next to him with your vodka soda.

“The summers in Chicago are so nice. I love sitting out here when it’s nice enough. Not the best view but it’s still a view.”

Harry looked at your face and then lowered his gaze quickly to your neck and then over your dress. He gulped and moved his eyes back to yours. He hadn’t noticed how sheer your dress was and that you appeared to not be wearing a bra when he first arrived.

You watched as he quickly glanced down at your attire. He seemed nervous. You figured another beer and he’d settle a bit. You had just met after all.

“Yeah, it’s, uh, it’s nice, though. I kinda like it.” Harry looked out over the railing and licked his lips before taking another sip of his beer. You sipped your drink at the same time.

“I imagine you’ve got the same view. Probably same layout too. I’ve never been in your apartment. The people who lived there before never invited me over.” You pulled a cigarette out to smoke but before lighting it you stopped “S’it okay if I smoke?”

Harry looked at the cigarette you had poised in between your fingers and shook his head, “Yeah. Of course. Go ahead. It’s your balcony. Your apartment.”

You lit the stick and pulled at the filter, inhaling the hot smoke into your lungs before blowing it from your lips away from Harry.

“That’s a bad habit you know. I’m sure you’re aware of how unhealthy that is for you.” Harry noted, watching you smoke the cigarette.

You frowned and cocked your head, “Yes. I am aware, thank you. But I like it.” You inhaled another puff before turning your head to blow the smoke out.

Harry shrugged realizing it wasn’t his place to tell you that but he kind of wished you’d listen to him. He knew the dangers of smoking and how addictive it was but you were an adult and most people didn’t appreciate lectures about how smoking was bad, not to mention a complete waste of money.

You sighed and watched as Harry continued looking over the balcony into the distance. You decided to put the cigarette out. He was right, and also, you sort of wanted to get on his good side. You could tell he wasn’t much for conversation so you needed to carry this if you were going to get anywhere with him. You decided to turn up the charm a little bit.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t smoke. Gross habit. It’s probably why I’m single still.” You bate him.

Harry looks at you and his brows raise for a split second before he furrows them.

“Mmm… maybe. Seems like a bad reason for someone not to want to date you, just cause you smoke.”

You laugh, “Yeah, I guess so. What about you, Harry? Got any bad habits or secrets that keep you single?” You we’re hoping he’d let you know if he was available or not.

Harry coughed and looked down at his lap. Bad habits? Yes, plenty. Like not being able to turn his brain off to get a proper night’s rest most of the time. Or like putting work and research above everything else, including eating and socializing. So much so that he was still a virgin.

“I guess you could say that. Who hasn’t got any bad habits.” He laughs and displays his cute dimples again. He’s not taking the hints you’re dropping. You need to take it further. Harry seems oblivious.

You stand up from your chair and lean over the railing looking down and then back at Harry. He’s looking directly at his feet, not daring to be caught looking at your body under your thin, sheer dress. This frustrates you a bit. You hoped you could get his attention on you but it didn’t seem to work. You turned so you were facing Harry, leaning your bottom against the railing.

“So, where are you from? Don’t sound like you’re a Chicago native.” You chew at your bottom lip as you watch his face soften when he begins to speak.

“From Manchester, U.K. Moved to Los Angeles last year and then had an opportunity to do my research at Northwestern University as a fellow under one of the best biochemistry science professors in the country. So, here I am.” He grinned and then looked down at his shoes again.

“Wow. Impressive. So, you’re into science… biochemistry? Are you wanting to be a professor?” You were genuinely curious.

“I’m about to get my doctorate when my research gets published. I’m a scientist, just lack the final degree and the technical title. I’ve worked in labs and universities for my research for years now, and I get paid for it.”

Fuck. A scientist. You’d ask him more about that later. You had no idea about what biochemistry was. Now, though, you were ten times more intrigued by him and wanted him in your bed even more.

“I like your shirt, Harry. And I agree.” You chuckled. He looks down at his shirt and puffs out a breathy laugh, plucking the material out as he reads aloud the words printed along the fabric, “Women are smarter.”

He looks at you finally and smiles, nodding, “Technically it’s a true statement. For example, studies show that most men overestimate their IQ, while most women underestimate theirs. Therefore, in that context, men are not as smart as they think they are and women are smarter.” He snorts and laughs, “Now, the real question is are women smarter than men? That’s impossible to quantify but I think all signs point to yes.”

You watch him give his short speech and you realize he’s kind of funny without trying to be. He’s cute if not a bit awkward.

“Good answer, Harry.” You keep your eyes on him and move to sit back down next to him. He watches you as you sit.

He’s odd, you think to yourself. But you like him so you tell him, “I like you. Kind of quirky but cute. Do you have a girlfriend, Harry?”

He blinks a few times and appears to be confused before answering, with a shake of his head, “No. Never had much luck in that department.”

“Why do you think that is? You seem like a catch as far as I can tell.” You were just going to lay it on now. Tell him you found him attractive and make a move if he seemed into it. You took another sip, keeping your eyes on his.

“Uh… well, it’s kind of a bit of a story but, essentially I’m just not great in social settings. I devote most of my time to work.” He sips his beer and keeps his eyes on you.

You reach out and put your hand on his forearm, “Well, you don’t seem that devoted to work. You’re here at my place aren’t you? I’m glad you’re here, Harry.” You squeeze at him and then let go. Hoping he somehow gives you something.

Harry was feeling the lingering warmth of your touch on his arm and it had his heart throbbing in his ribcage, “Yeah, that’s true. Figured it would be important to get to know my neighbor.”

Harry wasn’t dumb or oblivious. He just didn’t know how to answer your questions without saying something dumb. Truly, he would have preferred to have been more charming, and responded to your subtle flirts and comments with his own witty responses but he lacked that skill.

“Mmm… yeah. It is important to get to know your neighbor. I’d like to get to know you better too. I think it’ll be nice having you as my neighbor.”

Harry nodded and smiled as he looked down at his lap. He was getting nervous. He tried to calm himself, but it was hard when he wasn’t used to small talk with a pretty woman. He wanted to impress you but didn’t want to seem like he was bragging.

“You’re a little shy.” You reach your hand out and ruffle his hair a bit getting his attention back on you, his green eyes finally meeting yours again. “But that’s okay. I like you. I think it’s cute.” You dropped your hand and picked your cup up to take a sip.

Harry was simply reeling at your touches, “Uh… thanks?” He breathed out a laugh and felt himself getting turned on, his face heated. Having you put your fingers his hair and dropping these telling hints was all it took. He was easy to turn on.

“You’re welcome.” You laughed. He was painfully awkward but you were determined.

“Hey, am I coming on too strong? Or are you just not aware that I’m trying to hit on you?” It was time to cut the shit. You wanted to get to it and have him aware of your intentions.

Harry just stared at you for a moment, appearing in shock before clearing his throat and finally speaking with his heart pounding, “No! I like it. Umm… I’m sorry about my behavior. I’m not great with small talk and I don’t know how to navigate this kind of thing very well.” He gestured between you and himself.

You mimicked his gesture and smiled, “This kind of thing? Like someone hitting on you?”

He nodded and gave you a brief grin, “Yeah. Clueless.”

You set your cup down and titled your head, “That’s okay. I have enough clues to last a lifetime. I think you’re really attractive and interesting, Harry. I’d be up for having you stay after my friends leave tonight if you want. No pressure.”

You needed to be very direct with him, it seemed. And you could certainly be direct.

Harry coughed a rubbed his palms over his thighs and then pinned his eyes back to yours. He took a deep breath to get up the nerve to say what he’d say next, “Yeah. Okay.” He knew it was pathetic, how nervous he was, how he didn’t know what he was doing.

You smirked at him and laughed lightly, putting your hand over his, “Hey, look at me.” You leaned forward to meet his gaze and he brought his eyes back to yours.

“I’m not going to bite. I just want to get to know you and you’re cute and kind. If you’re uncomfortable it’s okay. We won’t do anything if you don’t want.”

Harry did want to do things, though. But he needed someone to guide him. Someone who wouldn’t laugh about him being a virgin. He’d only kissed three women in his life (romantically), had only ever been given one blow job, and had never even touched a pussy. Sure, he’d watched plenty of porn but that absolutely doesn’t count toward experience.

“I’d like to do whatever you want. I just…” he paused and cleared his throat, preparing himself to give his spiel about how he was inexperienced. He’d practiced it, especially for moments like this, not that he had many opportunities, but now he has the chance, “I’m not very experienced, though. I need to be shown what to do. So, if you don’t mind that I’m…” another deep breath and a quick mental push to spit it out, “… a virgin, then I will stay.”

You just stared at the attractive man with the sharp jawline and couldn’t believe what you’d just heard. A virgin? A real-life virgin? You blinked a few times, not knowing exactly how to respond right away.

“Unless your invitation had nothing to do with sex, then never mind! I’m sorry, maybe you didn’t mean that. I didn’t mean to be presumptuous…”

You leaned across the table and grasped the back of his neck and pulled him in, pressing your lips to his. Just a sweet and soft kiss, a few little pecks at the corner of his mouth, and then you released him.

“That’s exactly what I meant. Sex. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want but I’ll be more than happy to guide you. Only if you want.”

Harry was still reeling from your lips on his. It’s been a while since he was kissed and he suddenly wanted more but he needed to contain himself.

“Okay. Yeah? Really? You don’t mind? I always feel like a burden.” He touched his lips as he spoke, which you found adorable.

A man as attractive as Harry being a virgin and asking to be guided through the process seemed like a dream. You’d sort of always wanted to corrupt an innocent man, not that you’d really be corrupting him, he wanted it. You just didn’t know if he wanted to lose his virginity or not.

“I’ll show you whatever you want to know.” You placed your hand over his thigh and squeezed and watched as he looked down to where your hand was. He looked up at you and his eyes searched your face.

“Okay.” He breathed out deeply. His breath had picked up, he was breathing a little harder and you smoothed your hand up toward his crotch but not touching him there. You saw that he was either sporting a bit of a natural bulge or he was already plumping in his pants. Poor guy. He was probably desperate to get laid. A virgin, and he looked like this?

“Okay.” You responded with a soft smile.

When everyone arrived it was a bit of a full house. Your apartment was small and Micah brought five people over. She was only meant to bring three. It wasn’t a problem really but you were concerned about Harry’s social battery. Two of the people Micah brought you’d never met before and one of the two, Dale, was obnoxious and kept hitting on you.

You were okay most of the time, and able to dodge the guy. You introduced everyone to Harry, and Micah’s cousin Petra was eyeing Harry hard. You, Petra, and Micah all worked at the Star Room together. There was a part of you that wished you could just make everyone go home so you could have your way with the dark-haired man with tattoos up his arms.

You and Micah went to the balcony to smoke a joint and much to your chagrin, Dale followed.

The three of you passed the joint around and chatted, slowly feeling the soft buzz of the THC fog your brain and dry your mouth. You zoned out what was being said between Micah and Dale and turned to look through the sliding glass doors and saw Harry sitting at the end of your couch with Petra sitting in his lap. Harry was bright red and you couldn’t help but chuckle as you walked past Dale to go back inside and save Harry.

You stood in front of the pair and pointed at Harry, interrupting whatever Petra was saying, “I need to borrow the man you’re trying to molest.” You laughed.

Harry was quick to move himself, causing Petra to lose her balance and remove herself from him. You grabbed Harry’s hand and brought him down the hallway and to your bedroom, closing the door behind you. Harry thought he might be in trouble from you.

“Are you okay?” You ask him with caution in your eyes, keeping his hand in yours.

Harry nods and grins, “M’alright. Just didn’t expect for her to sit in my lap. Wasn’t trying to be sneaky or anything.”

You shook your head and laughed, “I didn’t think you were trying to be sneaky, Harry. I just didn’t want you to feel overwhelmed. You seemed flustered. But maybe you liked it? Having a pretty woman in your lap. I mean, looks like you enjoyed it.” You motion to the clear bulge of an erection under his dark jeans and his eyes go wide.

“Fuck. I’m sorry, Y/N, I kind of had one before she even sat in my lap. From you, though. Not that Petra isn’t pretty but it was already there and then she sat in my lap and that just didn’t help matters.” He scratched the back of his neck.

God you couldn’t wait to put him out of his misery. “Aww… poor thing. You’ve just been hard for me all this time?”

Harry quirked an embarrassed smile and nodded, “Sorry.”

You stepped closer to him and brought both hands up to his chest and slid your arms over his shoulders, “Don’t be sorry. I like that you’re hard for me. I’m gonna take care of you when they leave, but until then, are you going to okay or do you need a break? You can come to my room anytime you need. In fact, if you need to take care of this,” you pressed your hips to his, being sure to rub over his bulge with your thigh, “I’ll give you some privacy.”

You could see Harry throat jump as he swallowed, “No. No. I’ll be okay. Maybe I’ll just get some water or I don’t know…”

“How about a puff of weed? That’ll relax you.”

Harry said no at first, to your offer of weed. He followed you out of your bedroom and out to the balcony where you refreshed his beer. Dale came out to the balcony with you and Harry and you smoked a little more weed.

“You don’t smoke weed? Missing out man. This is pretty good shit.” Dale inhaled and passed you the joint.

You watched Harry as he shifted a little while you took a drag. He kept looking at Dale, who was standing too close to you.

You handed the joint back to Dale and he moved himself in front of you and placed his hand on the exterior wall directly behind you, half caging you in.

Harry stood up straight and you saw that now his brows were furrowed as he watched Dale crowd you.

“This is a nice apartment. You must make pretty good tips at the club. Was thinking of going up there next time you work.”

Just as you were about to speak and move away from Dale, Harry grabs onto his shoulders and nudges him away from you a few inches, “Give her a little space mate.” Harry keeps his eyes on you and you smile at him, really not expecting him to step in like that.

“Who are you again? You fucking her or something?” Dale scoffs and turns to look at Harry as he speaks.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business. Just give her some space.” Harry and Dale are facing one another, and Dale is pretty high so you’re not too worried about this escalating but you don’t like Dale’s attitude.

“Nah, man. If she wants space she’ll tell me herself. Plus, she’s a stripper and you know how they like attention…”

Harry’s expression changes for a split second as he darts his eyes to you and then back to Dale. You didn’t want him to find out you were a stripper like this. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed by it but people tended to have an assumption about strippers and you wanted to tell Harry in your own time.

“I’m not sure how that gives you the right to crowd her. Come on, Y/N. Let’s go inside.” He grasps your hand and opens the sliding door, pulling you in with him.

You’re genuinely surprised by Harry’s demeanor and a bit impressed. Harry on the other hand, is feeling possessive a little and he wants to display his claim over you. He knows you’re not his but you did give him a promise of something to look forward after all your friends leave and that’s enough for him to act as if he can remove you from a guy who’s standing too close for his liking. He’s also never been in a real relationship so this seems like a natural move to him.

You and Harry stand near your kitchen area and you start to see a little more than just an attractive guy who’s probably super smart. The way he’s standing tall and very close, blocking you from Dale’s view at the angle he’s positioned seems a touch territorial. And you like it. Not to mention how he confronted Dale in the most direct way, going so far as to put his hands over Dale’s shoulders to physically move him away from you.

Harry looked down at you and then over his shoulder, as he put a hand onto his hip and bent his elbow outward like what animals do when they make themselves bigger to scare away anything who tries to take something of theirs. Harry may have never had sex before but he was seriously the jealous type.

When everyone finally left and the apartment was quiet you locked your door and went to your kitchen to pick up a bit. Harry was already busying himself with putting things away and rinsing dishes. Which, if you’re honest, is like the hottest form of foreplay there is. And it was hot because Harry wasn’t doing it for that reason. He was doing it because he was genuinely nice and wanted to help.

Things looked pretty good. There wasn’t a lot of mess since everyone mostly used plastic disposable cups that were tossed in the trash.

Harry’s broad shoulder and we’ll built back we’re stretching his white t-shirt a little and you wanted to rub your hands along his shoulder blades. You leaned next to him and smiled at how deep in thought he appeared to be.

“Thank you for helping. You don’t have to do that, Harry. I can take care of it tomorrow.” You watched as he rinsed a glass and placed it in your dishwasher.

“It’s the least I could do. You’ve been a nice host.” He closed the dishwasher and stood up straight.

You took a step toward him gently took his hand, “Come on, Harry. It’s late already and I think we have a whole lot of things to cover tonight.” You pulled Harry behind you toward your bedroom. You were starting to feel your own nerves bubble up. You had no problem taking the lead in the bedroom but Harry was a virgin and you wanted to do this in a way made him look back fondly.

You closed the door after Harry stepped into your bedroom and turned to face him. He was standing with his arms hanging heavy by his sides, eyeballing your bed and then turning to face you. This was really happening. Harry didn’t know what to expect but he was excited. He was nervous, but you made him feel comfortable.

“Just so you know… I don’t care that you’re a dancer. Dale was a prick for saying it like that. Um… just didn’t want you think that…” Harry swallowed; he was really having a hard time keeping calm. And his choice of small talk to soothe his nerves wasn’t helping.

You can tell right away that he’s struggling so you close the space between your bodies, and you put your arms over his shoulder looking up at him, “Thank you, Harry. For dealing with Dale the way you did. I really appreciate it. And I’m sorry that’s the way you found out that I’m a stripper.” You backed away and grabbed his hand, leading him toward your bed, “Sit.” You gesture to your mattress.

You both sit down next to one another while you turn so your knees are pointed at Harry and you place a hand on his thigh, “So, you obviously work out. You’re busy being a scientist and you exercise in your spare time?” You laugh, trying to lighten the mood. Harry was well built. There was no way he didn’t work out, at least a little hard for his physique.

Harry looked down and nodded as he laughed, “Yeah. Four days a week, an hour and half each session. Nothing special.” He looked at you.

“Can I kiss you now, Harry?” You drew your hand up his thigh further and leaned toward him as he nodded.

Harry turned to face you and without being prompted he put his arms around your waist and pulled you toward him. It caught you off guard a little but of course you didn’t mind it. You pressed your mouth to his and began to softly kiss his pinks lips. Harry began to open and close his mouth as he returned the kiss. He seemed eager but his lips didn’t feel inexperienced on yours. He was gentle and slow but pressed into your mouth enough for you to understand his intentions were to take this further, that he liked it.

When you introduced your tongue to his lips he opened his mouth and flattened his tongued, allowing you to lick over his. You nudged Harry a bit and released your mouth, “Scoot up so your back is to the headboard, and I can sit in your lap and face you, kiss you like that. Does that sound okay?”

Harry nodded, his pink lips swollen and wet from kissing you. He scooted himself further into your bed and sat with his back to your headboard. You climbed up to him and straddled his legs with your thighs before sitting yourself flat over his lap, pressed as closely to his body as you could be. You returned your arms to over Harry’s shoulders and brought your hands up to put into his hair at the back of his head, pushing your lips back to his.

The kiss was gentle and sexy. You and Harry licked at each other and moaned as you made out. His lips were so nice to kiss and you felt your heart rate increase moment by moment. You began to gently roll your hips over Harry’s lap and you felt him hard under your thigh. A nice solid bulge that you could tell was rather sizeable. You couldn’t wait to see him without his clothes.

So you leaned back, your lips making a smacking sound as you parted from his lips. You reached down to pick up each of Harry’s hands in yours and you pulled his hands up so they were on your body. The thin fabric of the dress wasn’t doing much to hide his warm hands on your skin. You could feel him begin to gently squeeze at you. You pulled his hands toward your breasts and guided his palms to cup you.

Harry’s jaw was slack. His gaze went from your eyes to where his hands were and then back up to your face. It was like he couldn’t decide where to focus. You continued rolling your hips over him as you spoke, “Can I take these off?” You removed your hands from his and brought them up to the frames of his glasses.

Harry nodded, “Sure. Probably don’t need them for this.” He chuckled.

You slid his glasses off his face and folded the temples of the frames at the hinges before placing them on your bedside table. You noted the brand, Gucci. You hadn’t expected that.

Harry still had his palms over your breasts when you pushed your lips back onto his. Without you needing to guide him, he slowly brought both palms down over your sides and then down to the tops of your hips and squeezed. His palms were large and you loved how they felt on you.

You leaned back to speak, “I’m going to slip my dress off really quick, okay? Do you want to help me?” You made sure to give him eye contact.

Harry smiled and swallowed, “Yeah.”

You shifted a bit, lifting your bottom and pulling at the hem of your dress bringing it up over your bottom and then you sat back over him firmly, now your small thong was the only thing covering your pussy. Harry was well aware of this fact too. He put his hands where yours were at the bottom hem of your dress and he helped you pull the material up and over your head.

You tossed your dress and watched as Harry’s facial expression changed quickly from shock, to amazement, and then to something animal. The man was dying for intimacy.

He suddenly leaned in and had you tilt back at his force, so he could kiss your breasts. You closed your eyes at the feel of him on you. He wrapped his lips around your left nipple first and sucked in hard. It stung a bit, in the best way. You opened your eyes to watch him and to your surprise he was looking up at you already. He was watching you to find out what you needed and wanted. Harry was clearly a quick learner and probably already had some idea of what women liked. And that was true. Harry had read enough about women and their bodies (both academic and opinion pieces) as well as watched porn with real couples having sex. He might have never done this before but he could pick up some clues from the things he’d learned.

After Harry had given your left breast a good minute of his time, he moved over to the right one, repeating what he’d just done. He closed his eyes this time, suckling at you and licking over your breast in wonder.

You clasped your fingers into his hair to lift him up and you both looked at one another for just a moment. You were going to tell him what a good job he was doing but just as you were going to speak Harry shifted under you, grasping your hips, and tilted you down to put you flat onto your back, your thighs still draped over Harry’s.

He moved from his position and lifted you by your hips to push you down the bed a bit as he climbed in between your legs and then rubbed his hands up to your hip bones and then over your tummy.

Harry was freaking out but he knew what he wanted and he had a good idea of what you wanted, to some extent. He was going to have you guide him through cunnilingus. He’d never had the chance to do it and his mouth watered at the thought of getting to taste you and smell you up close.

“Do you want cunnilingus? I can do whatever you want, just tell me how you want it.”

You looked up at the man and you were in awe. Your mouth involuntarily parted at his words. That was the sexiest sentence you’d ever had uttered to you before, especially since it was coming from Harry with his deep voice and British accent.

“Mmm… yeah, definitely. First, I need you to take off your shirt and pants. You can take off your underwear too if you like or leave them on. Whatever makes you most comfortable.” You wanted to see him. Harry was hot and you just knew he looked great naked.

Harry kept his eyes on you, dark pupils taking over the green irises. He grabbed the back collar of his shirt and pulled it off over his head and then he knelt up and undid his belt. When he began to unbutton his pants he chuckled and looked at you with soft eyes, “M’not wearing any knickers, so just gonna…” he didn’t need to finish his sentence when he pulled his pants down and shifted himself to pull them off his legs, dropping them to the floor.

You weren’t one for dramatics when it came to trying to make someone feel good about their appearance. You’d generally throw out a good compliment here and there but with men, you tried not to feed their egos too much. But this was different. Harry’s dick was worthy of your praise and attention. Beautifully heavy, long, thick… it was the ideal dildo-sized kind of penis. The one that’s bigger than average, and longer too, but not so big that it’s monster-sized and hard to handle. Though, he was closing in on being a size too large for you. You knew well what you could handle and this one was going to give you a run for your money.

“Y’okay? Is this alright?” Harry seemed concerned. You moved your eyes from the cock of perfection up to his dilated eyes and nodded quickly.

“Ooh, Harry. I’m more than fine. I just needed a second to take a look at you. That’s a very pretty cock you have.” You breathed your words out, as you looked back down to his dick, “I am honored that I get to be the first to experience it.”

That was music to Harry’s ears. He liked this, being told his cock was pretty. He was well aware that he was larger than average. He’d just never had the words spoken to him by a woman before. He trembled a little at the praise and watched you as you licked your lips with your eyes on his penis.

And then there was Harry’s body. Of course he had tattoos over his chest, on his hips, some on his legs, a tiger on his thick and muscular thigh. Some dark tattoos scattered over his arms… but the way he was built. He was in better shape than you were and your job consisted of you working out naked in front of people for hours on end. But here Harry was with his broad shoulders and wide chest, lean torso with indents where you were able to make out his six-pack. His pecs were well defined and the hairs scattered over his chest were masculine and attractive.

You pushed yourself up, keeping your elbows back behind you, “Okay, so… Just start by maybe kissing over my pussy a little. Get the feel for it first. I’m gonna take my panties off though, okay?”

Harry was fast to put his own fingers into the band of your thong before you did, “Can I?” He looked to you with soft rounded eyes.

You smiled at him and nodded, “Be my guest, Harry.”

He kept his eyes on you at first, you noted. As he began to remove the fabric from your lower half. But when he finally did look down to your center he let out the smallest groan and continued staring at your little crease that was already shiny from your own arousal seeping out.

You were aroused for him and that just made Harry feel like he was going to lose his mind. Your body was already preparing itself to receive Harry’s penis. It made Harry’s stomach twist in delight.

When your panties were gone Harry adjusted himself in between your legs and did as you told him. He started with a small kiss right at the top of your mound. He took in a deep breath for both his own nerves and to smell you. He always wondered what pussy smelled like and now he was getting to smell one. Yours. And you smelled nice. It was a light smell, but it smelled earthy, real, musky… He kissed your slit again and again until he got the feel and settled into a comfortable position. You bent your knees and spread your thighs apart for him to give him access but then Harry reached around, under your thighs, causing you to angle your hips up a bit. He pushed your knees up over his shoulders, and then he gave you an open mouth kiss this time. He repeated a few times and then you felt him graze your clit and you moaned.

Harry looked up at you and duplicated what he’d just done to get that reaction from you again. When you groaned and looked down at him his eyes were on yours. You watched him lick at your clit, and then he looked down to the spot that had you moaning. He removed an arm from under your thigh to thumb over you, “This feels good here?” He watched your face as he dragged the pad of his thumb over your clit in circles.

“Yeah… how did you? Fuck, that feels good,” you spoke out in a breath as he continued rubbing you.

Harry smirked and licked his lips, “The clitoris. I’m supposed to try and focus right here. Unless it’s too sensitive for you. I’ve read some women don’t like it as much, but most do.”

You nodded and laughed out in disbelief at this man, “Yeah… I really like it. So that’s great. You’re pretty much a natural at this Harry. Just keep touching and licking my clit. You can finger me if you want too. Like push a couple of fingers inside of me.”

Harry got right back to it. Thumbing over your clit and attaching his mouth to your entrance. It was gentle and nice. Harry was a determined man and this was a good thing for you to be on the receiving end of.

Then Harry switched where his thumb was and slid a finger down through your crease, spreading you apart to take a look at your hole. He plunged his middle finger in and watched his entire finger disappear. He pulled out and then pushed back in, the sound of your arousal sticky and wet.

“Feels good, Harry. You can put in two fingers and like, curl then upward, up toward my tummy.”

Harry followed your instruction, inserting a second finger and curling, dragging his fingers in and out slowly, watching your pussy take his digits in and then how wet they were when he’d pull them out.

He looked up at you and adjusted his fingers until you bucked your hips up and he felt like that was a good sign. He replicated his motion and you groaned and smiled at him. He was good.

“Now, you can lick over my clit while you’re fingering me like that. Even kind of gently suck on it, kiss over it. That always feels so good. MMmmm… yes… okay, just like… oh my god…” Harry was quick to follow your directions. He did as you said before you finished your sentence.

Now Harry was feeling in a good rhythm with you. His fingers hitting something inside of you and his mouth over your clit in the way you asked for. He kept closing his eyes but he’d open them to watch you every few moments. He couldn’t lie and say his jaw wasn’t starting to hurt a little but he felt the ache would be worth it if he could make you come.

It did take a while too. At one point you even pushed at Harry’s head so you could give him a break, try something else if he needed, “Do you want me to suck you off now? Or do something different. You’ve been down there a while.” You laugh out.

Harry frowned and shook his head, “Was hoping to get you off like this. If you need something different, then I can do whatever you need.” His face was slick with your arousal and you knew you could come like this with what he was doing, you just didn’t want to overwhelm him. So you let him continue because he seemed to really want to. You didn’t need to rush anyway. You’d let Harry give you an orgasm with his mouth so he could add that to the notch in his belt.

You grasped onto Harry’s hair when you felt yourself start to tremble. Harry’s mouth was slurping at you and giving your clit just enough pressure that you could feel your orgasm begin to make its way through your body.

When Harry felt you quiver under him he looked up to see that your mouth was hung open and your eyes were closed tightly. Your groans egged him on. He could feel something shifting in your demeanor. Perhaps you were about to come. He licked and sucked and lapped and slurped, continuously moving his fingers in and out of you how you liked.

“Ouuhhhhhh…” you moaned, “Fuck… Harry! God!” You clenched your jaw as you finally came, relief pouring from your veins as you gyrated your hips and rubbed your pussy over his face, your hands in his hair, pushing his mouth into you harder.

Harry loved it. He loved giving head. This was something he’d want to try with you again. He continued lapping at your clit with his eyes on you as you appeared to calm down a bit. You released his hair and pushed him away, too sensitive at that very moment for more.

Harry sat up and smoothed his hands over your thighs and watched as you breathed and kept your eyes closed. You were a beautiful woman. He liked your pretty breasts and soft thighs, your little wet pussy that smelled so good, and your slender fingers that pulled at his hair when you were coming…

When you opened your eyes to look at Harry he was sitting back on his ankles and searching over your body with his eyes. His large dick, hard, neglected.

You cleared your throat, “You get an A for that. Made the teacher come on your first try.” You laughed.

Harry smiled at you, one side of his mouth quirking up further than the other, “I’ve got a great teacher. Can’t take all the credit.”

You sat your self up and brought your hands up to Harry’s chest, leaning up to him to kiss him again, your tongue smoothing over his. You could get used to this with Harry. He was so sensual and a great listener. Plus, being so smart he was obviously going to remember the things you’d taught him. He was already quick to pick up things without being told, you could only imagine how much better he’d get with more practice and direction from you.

You brought your palm down to Harry’s thigh and moved back a tiny bit to speak, “Can I touch your pretty cock, Harry?” your lips brushed over his as you asked.

“Yes.” He was quick to respond, pressing his lips back to yours as you slid your hand between his thighs and in toward his balls, grazing over them lightly, then slowly brushing up over his shaft to his tip. Harry paused his lips and breathed out a puff of breath against yours at the feel of your hand on him.

You wrapped your hand around him and stroked gently and then released his cock to wipe your palm over your wet center to gather your own natural lubricant to use on Harry. You didn’t stop kissing him the entire time. Harry was eager in returning open mouthed kisses with small flicks of his tongue to you.

When you placed your hand back around his shaft and began stroking he moaned and his lips paused again. You didn’t mind the break as you kept gliding your hand up and down his length. Harry started to rock into your hand as you slid your fist downward.

“Do you like this, big guy?” You spoke, your lips brushing over Harry’s.

He nodded and opened his eyes to look at you. He couldn’t believe that this awful day turned into a day he’d never forget. Your small, warm hand over his dick felt so much different than when he did it himself and being with another person like this is so much more fun.

You and Harry stared at one another while you pumped his heavy prick. Now you wanted him down your throat. You wanted to make him come with your mouth and then make him come again after he recovered with your cunt.

“Have you ever had a blow job, Harry?” You asked him directly. You had no idea how much experience he’d had. He didn’t go into detail with you.

Harry nodded, “Yes. Just one time.” He pulled his lips into his mouth and looked downward toward the edge of the mattress. You could tell he was struggling with feeling embarrassed about his lack of experience.

“Mmm… well then, I was thinking, if you want, I can give you a blowjob. I wanna put your pretty cock in my mouth, make you come down my throat, and get my mouth and throat stretched out by your big… pretty… cock.” You kept pumping him as you watched his expression. He was convinced you came from a dream.

“Yes.” He breathed heavy imagining what you’d look like with his cock in your mouth. His head was spinning but then he remembered something, “Um, y/n?”

You slowed your hand down and got onto your knees as you were about to get into position, pausing, “Yeah?”

“I am probably going to come, like super, embarrassingly fast, ehm… and I kind of wanted to have sex with you. If you want!” His eyes widened.

You brought your hands up and placed your palms flat on his chest, “I want to have sex with you, Harry. Absolutely. I would like to have sex with you after I give you a blow job. I want to make you come, and then you and I will lay here together and talk a little, get to know one another, maybe kiss, and touch a little, and then once you’ve recovered and you get hard again, we can have sex and you’ll last a lot longer after you’ve recently had an orgasm, so it’ll be even better for me that way too.” You wanted to be sure to explain it plainly to him.

Harry smiled down at you and nodded, “Okay.” He was excited to feel you on him in any way you’d give him, but he knew he was going to come fast. Eating you out had nearly done him in.

You moved yourself between his legs, pushing them apart for your access. Harry leaned back against the headboard and watched as you worked your mouth over his thighs and pecked your lips up his hips. You looked up at him and Harry groaned softly as his cock twitched at the way you looked in between his legs and you weren’t even touching his dick.

You decided to put him out of his misery. The poor guy needed some attention now. So, you slid your hand to palm over his cock and you lifted him toward your mouth. Spitting over the tip, you looked up at him, and he had his eyes closed. He couldn’t look or he’d come too fast. He wanted to enjoy having your mouth on him for at least a couple of minutes. So, he couldn’t look. Not yet.

You smoothed your saliva down his shaft and smiled to yourself about how nice this was going to be. How good you were going to make him feel.

You kissed the very tip of his cock because it deserved one, it was so pretty, “Harry, I’m gonna put you in my mouth now. If you want anything specific from me, just tell me. You can hold onto the back of my head if you want,” Harry opened his eyes and looked down at you, “…push me down over you, not too hard, but put pressure on the back of my head if you want me to go deeper or just to hold me in place. If you want me to massage your balls or suck on them, tell me, otherwise, I’m just gonna go for it and start slow. Okay?”

Harry nodded, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his mouth watering at the notion of being sucked off by the beautiful woman sat between his legs.

You swiped your tongue over him and then lowered your mouth down as far as you could comfortably go on the first pass. Harry’s cock was wide and it would be a lot to take all the way. You weren’t sure you could. But you knew you could give a good blow job regardless.

With your tongue dragging up and down the underside of Harry’s cock, your lips wrapped tightly over him, and your cheeks hollowed as you sucked on him, Harry had to close his eyes again. He began to moan out in shaky breaths.

You sucked and swiped your tongue around Harry, bobbing your head and attempting to get him deeper. You looked up at Harry and his neck was straining. Suddenly he put his hands in your hair and bucked his hips with a grunt.

You lowered yourself down and sucked on him hard. Harry was moving his hips in rhythm with your mouth. You bet he’d probably enjoy fucking your mouth one day. Maybe next time you’d encourage him to do it. But right now? Harry was about to come, you could tell he was nearly there.

With everything in you, a deep breath, and eyes closed, you went down over him further and felt him nudge the back of your throat, causing you to gag lightly and swallow around Harry’s frenulum.

“Ahhh… uhhoooww…” Harry breathed out and moaned at the feel. He really liked that. But even as good as it felt, he looked down at you in worry when you gagged but as far as he could tell you liked it because you didn’t pull off and you continued doing what you were, gagging lightly over him. You were purposely doing it and it felt so fucking good for him.

When you looked up at him again, this time his eyes were on yours. The sight of your eyes looking up at him with his cock in your mouth as you gagged when he bucked his hips was his ending.

His eyebrows shot up and his mouth hung open as he groaned and felt his orgasm pour out of him and down your throat.

You gagged and coughed over Harry’s cock as he came, but you stayed over him and continued working him as he orgasmed, swallowing him down and humming.

When Harry finally stilled and his dick stopped twitching, you removed your mouth and sat up between his legs. His eyes were heavy, and he had a small grin on his face.

“You taste so good, Harry. I could do that every day.” You climbed next to him against the headboard and cuddled into his side, draping and arm over his stomach.

Harry put a hand over your arm and pulled at you so you’d be even closer, with a smile still on his face. He hummed and closed his eyes, “I know this isn’t going to be that great of a compliment because this is only the second time I’ve been given head, but that was the best head I’ve ever had.” He laughed and you smiled and nuzzled into his chest lightly. He was so fucking adorable.

You two laid quietly for a bit, resting and recovering. You were also glad for the small period between orgasms. You were looking forward to fucking him, but a little break was good.

Eventually you and Harry began to talk a little. You told him about living in Chicago and how long you’d been in the city, he told you more about his biochemistry research and his life back in London. You learned that Harry didn’t have a drivers license but that he had a bike to get around. You told Harry about your hobbies and interests and a little about the club you worked at.

“Are you sure you don’t want a puff of a joint? I think it’ll help you relax a little, plus, and you might already know this, it makes sex feel so incredible. Your senses are all heightened and it’s just so so good. I mean, you don’t have to. But I kind of want to have a little and thought I’d offer.”

You sat up and looked at Harry. He did seem more relaxed now that he’d had an orgasm, but you wanted him even more comfortable. He squinted his eyes and took a deep breath looking at you, “Sure. Okay. I’ve never smoked weed before so… Just a small bit.”

You quickly got out of your bed and left your bedroom in search for the joint. You walked through your apartment naked and plucked the joint from your coffee table and grabbed a lighter before going back to your room to Harry.

Climbing up to the bed with a big smile on your face, you settled yourself right back next to Harry, your knees angled toward him and nudging into his side as you lit the joint and breathed in the substance.

You handed the joint to Harry and watched him as he copied your actions, inhaling as the tip reddened and the combusted material was breathed into his lungs. He coughed immediately. Hacking a little and leaning forward to catch his breath. His face got red and he coughed some more. You chuckled and patted his back.

“You okay?” You leaned your head down to keep your eyes on his face as he continued coughing.

Harry cleared his throat and smiled, coughing again, and then looked back at you, “I’m okay. That wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be. Hurts going down the throat, though.” He grasped his throat and grimaced before laughing.

When Harry’s lungs had mostly recovered you two sat back again and you smoothed your hand up his chest as you continued light conversation.

“So, why didn’t you have any underwear on? Do you usually go commando?” You giggle, feeling the buzz from Sour Diesel strain you’d just smoked.

And Harry was really feeling the buzz. He was super comfortable and relaxed suddenly. He couldn’t ever remember a time in his life where he’d felt so chilled out. Ever. He blinked his eyes looking at you as you asked him about his underwear situation and he smacked his lips, feeling a bit parched before speaking, “Yeah. I don’t like underwear. Not to brag or anything, but most men’s underwear are quite restrictive on my package and so I have to buy a special brand for more, larger sizes, and they’re quite pricey so mostly I just go without.”

You nodded and slid your hand down his torso toward his dick. You brushed your fingers over his soft skin and looked up at him with your hand petting at him. Even flaccid, Harry was impressive. You really loved the way his dick looked. You were tempted to give him another blow job.

Just as that thought popped into your head Harry turned to look at you and he angled his body toward yours. Putting a hand up over your hip, he skimmed his fingers up your smooth skin, and then back down over your hips, chancing to go a bit lower over your bum.

“Can I go down on you again? Just for like a little bit? I can really feel the effects of that joint and I have a sudden urge to taste you once more.” His eyes were bloodshot and his lips were dark pink.

You nodded quickly and Harry moved away from the headboard and climbed in between your legs, pulling at your thighs to move you flat onto your back.

And just like the first time he did it, he started with a small kiss at your mound, but unlike the first time, he knew exactly what you wanted and honed in on your clit pretty quickly. He mostly just gently licked at you for a bit. Keeping his eyes on you as he flattened his tongue and swiped his tongue up and down your slit.

You got wet after only a few minutes of Harry’s tongue over you. And it felt so good being high and getting licked on. You grabbed your tits and squeezed as you moaned.

“Oh god, Harry. You are so good. Oh my god…” you panted.

When Harry felt you were wet enough he plunged two fingers into your opening, making sure to get the angle correct and then he began to sip at your clit again, wet sounds coming from his mouth and your cunt.

When you began to tingle and feel lightheaded you sighed and groaned and looked down at Harry, eagerly working over you with his lips and his fingers.

“Hhh… Harry? Hold on, there…” You pushed at him so he’d stop. He lifted his face to look at you, fingers still knuckles deep.

 “Are you hard? Do you feel like you’re ready now? Or do you need more time? I’m kind of desperate to feel you inside of me.” It had been about thirty minutes since Harry orgasmed and he was definitely hard and ready now. He nodded quickly at you.

You sat up, causing Harry’s fingers to slip away and he knelt up from his position. It was then you saw his erection.

You cooed at him and smiled, “Oooh… you are ready. I have condoms. And… I think I’m gonna need just a little bit of lube for this too, you’re a big guy.” You wink at him as you slip off your bed to grab a condom and your bottle of lube.

Harry watched you move around your room naked with his lip bit and then looked down at himself, fully thickened. He was so horny again already and even though he wasn’t feeling as sensitive as when you’d given him a blow job, he was still worried he’d come too fast for you.

You climbed back onto your bed toward Harry and perched yourself in between his legs as you lifted the condom.

“Have you ever put a condom on? I know you haven’t had sex, but maybe you’ve tried putting one on before?”

Harry nodded, “Yeah, out of curiosity. S’been a while, though. Think I could probably figure it out.” He reached for the packet and looked at you for a second before sitting upright and gently tearing the foil to remove the rubber.

He took a close look at the condom and then settled it firmly over the tip of his cock and began rolling it slowly down his shaft. His eyes went back up to yours, almost as if to gauge your reaction to make sure he was doing it correctly. And of course he was. Getting a condom over a dick wasn’t rocket science but sometimes it could be a bit of a hassle, but Harry seemed to understand the mechanics easily.

Once Harry’d gotten the condom over his shaft as far as it would roll down, you climbed up into his lap, straddling him and planted a soft kiss to his lips.

Harry reached around your back and pulled you in to his frame tightly as he pushed his mouth onto yours in return.

Harry was naturally a good kisser. He was eager but didn’t take it too far. He used a little tongue and his lips were soft and unhurried. Harry was already a very good lover, very giving and very patient.

When Harry slid his hands down your back and found your ass your eyes popped open. He made a bold move on his own, and even though he’d made a few bold moves without prompting, it still surprised you a little bit. But then when he squeezed and pulled you hard toward him and your cunt smushed itself against his condom-covered cock you gasped.

This was really happening. You and Harry were both on the same page. You were both excited and nervous but in the best way. Harry for finally having the chance of feeling the inside of a pussy, of your pussy specifically, and you for getting to ride such a pretty cock, attached to such a pretty man.

When you felt it was time to move forward, when you couldn’t take not having him inside of you any longer, you leaned back and placed your palms on his chest.

“How do you want to start? Do you want me to lie down on my back and you can control the pace that way? Go in as slowly or quickly as you like?” You bite your lip in anticipation and at the way Harry is looking at you, it’s making your head spin. He’s so attractive and so sweet. You wouldn’t be surprised if he made you fall for him completely.

Harry breathes out and nods, “Yeah, okay. But I only want to do what you like. So, if you prefer a different position, I’m okay with anything. I’ve obviously not got a preference just yet. I think any way is going to be my favorite.” He softly laughs.

With your lip still bit and your hormones in full bloom you press your hands over his thigh and lean up to give him another kiss before laying back, spreading your legs apart. Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off you anymore, unlike earlier in the night when he felt bad for looking. Now, you were inviting it and he was going to commit to memory all your parts; your curves, your freckles, the dip of your belly button, your lips, and hair, everything.

“I just want it to be good for you, Harry. This is your first time. I think you’ll like trying it like this first. We can always explore other positions another time.”

Harry thought he could faint. Not only were you so sexy and kind, but he was also about to lose his virginity to you. He wasn’t actually concerned about the virginity part. Virginity was pretty much just a social construct anyway. He wasn’t trying to hold onto it or preserve it. He just wanted to have sex.

“Okay. Just tell me what you like and I’ll do it. I want you to come again too.” He looked into your eyes as he spoke, leaning over you, situating himself so his cock was parallel with your cunt. You nodded and smiled at him, reaching up to cup at his cheek. He was so good, so thoughtful. You were pretty sure this was the most fun you’d ever had with a man during sex and you hadn’t even had his cock inside of you yet.

“Yeah? You want me to come on your cock? You want to know what it feels like to have a woman’s cunt squeezing at you as you bring her to orgasm? Hmm?” You tease him with a grin.

Harry nodded and swallowed. God did he want that.

You reached out to grab the lube and Harry gave you a little space as you drizzled the liquid into your hand. You looked up at Harry as you reached for his dick and smoothed the lube over his condom and swiped the rest over your opening to make it easier for him to enter you. Snapping the cap shut you tossed the bottle and looked back up at him with a smile.

“Whenever you’re ready, Harry. All you have to do is just push your penis inside of me and then I think the rest is mostly self-explanatory.”

Harry nodded again and looked down at himself and grasped the base of his cock, pressing his tip to your entrance. He looked up at your eyes and pushed upward, moving his cock a little so it nudged at your clit and then and then he looked back down and sat his head over your entrance again, “Okay. I’m gonna… are you okay?” He was more worried about you than himself in all honesty. He just wanted to be good for you.

You nod and smile, “I’m very okay. I think you should fuck me now, Harry.” You wiggled yourself so your opening was draped over the tip of his cock and Harry watched as he held himself up to you and slowly pushed past your entrance. He couldn’t take his eyes off the view. You were so pretty, and the way your little pussy spread open to accommodate his girth was incredible. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life. He’d never forget this picture.

And you could feel your pussy being spread for him as he slowly inched his way inside. You watched his face as he watched where he was pushing into you. You moaned softly at the feel and how much he was stretching you. You lifted your hand up to cup his jaw with your mouth dropped open. He felt so good already.

Harry quickly brought his eyes up to yours when he felt your fingers over his jaw, “Feels okay?” he panted out as he spoke.

You nodded, “Yes…” you breathed out your words in a little whine. You both kept eye contact for a bit as he continued his excruciatingly slow entry. You’d let him go as slow as he needed. Especially at first. This was his first time. You wanted him to feel it how he wanted to feel it. And he certainly could feel it. Of course the condom was a slight hinderance to how much he could feel but he was thankful, in a way, for the barrier. Not only because he didn’t want to spill his come inside of you, but because it would help make him less sensitive overall.

You kept your hand at his jaw and your eyes on his. His hair fell a bit into his face and you could tell Harry was enjoying this moment as much as you were.

When he’d gotten himself in as far as he could get he let out a shaky breath. He looked down where you were connected and noted how he still had a few more inches to go but he was met with some resistance at this point, “I don’t seem to be in all the way. Is this comfortable for you? This is kind of like as far as you can take me?” He looked up to your eyes and you leaned yourself up a bit so you could look and shook your head with a smile.

“You’re a bit longer than average, Harry, so you’re gonna have to work me open a little bit more before I can take you all the way. Shouldn’t take too long. Just start moving in and out a little, whatever pace feels good for you. Once you do that I’ll be able to accommodate you a little more and you’ll be able to be fully inside of me. It might just take a minute.”

It made sense. Harry realized your insides were quite malleable and if your body could adjust to pushing a baby from this canal, you could certainly adjust to taking his cock whole with some time. So he nodded and got to work.

Your legs were spread, knees bent, with your feet flat on the mattress. Harry began thrusting in and out, slowly at first. He kept a careful watch on you to make sure you were okay. But his slow thrusts felt so good in his body. He grunted as he picked up the pace and felt his body heat up. His chest began to flush and you soon began to lift your hips upward toward him each time he drove into you.

“Fucking so deep inside of me, Harry. You’re doing so good. My pussy feels good…” You can feel him getting deep into it. His body has the natural inclination to rock in a steady pace. Both of your bodies moving together on your bed, Harry rolling his hips into you, pressing deep into your cunt and your hips bucking up toward him.

Harry suddenly dips down to press his lips onto yours, his hips still rocking in and out of you. When he wraps his lips around your mouth you moan and butterflies fill your tummy that’s being nudged into with his tip at each thrust. You love how sensual and attentive he is to you. You’ve never had a man give you so much attention before and during sex. Harry had exceeded your expectations fully.

Harry loved it when you spoke dirty things to him. He wasn’t sure he could really return the dirty sentiments but he wanted to keep communicating with you so he could find out what to do and what you wanted.

With his thrusts becoming deeper, he could tell you were opening up a bit more for him, just like you said, “Feels like I’m deeper now. Is that good?” He had trouble keeping his words steady with the movement of his hips and how delicious you felt around him.

You smiled at him and brought your hands down to his ass so you could pull him closer. You spread your legs further and nodded, “Mmm… Harry you feel so… oh my god. Yes…” and that was really as much as you could convey as he dipped deeper in yet. Your wet pussy was slippery and his cock fit snugly inside but the way he pushed into all your parts and how your walls were being moved aside for his length felt more than good.

You whimpered when he began smacking into you, now completely filling you to the hilt.

“Uhh, uhh… ohh… like that…” you nodded as encouragement for him to keep up the cadence he was at. Your toes were already beginning to curl and your head felt in the clouds at his long cock reaching so far into you.

Harry was feeling how you wet you were and he could see that he was finally able to plunge himself into you completely, “I’m all way inside, like this.” He sharply snapped his hips into you when he said like this and you both grunted at the feel, mouths hung open.

“Yes you are. So big. Making me so full.” Your words were breathy and Harry’s thrusts were getting sharper. He was going quite hard actually, but fuck it felt good, even the slight sting from how far he reached into you felt yummy. You wanted his cock like this all the time.

“S’it too big? S’that feel good.” Harry’s shaky words were strained. He knew you felt good, the confirmation was in how wet you were and the sounds coming from your mouth each time he impaled you, the way you moaned or grunted, the slick sounds from your bodies.

“Mmm… almost too big, but it fits just right and feels so fucking good like this…” you whimpered your words. You didn’t feel like you were being fucked by an inexperienced man. Not at all.

And Harry was pleased by your words and how you enjoyed it. He also remembered how the clit was integral to sex for women, so he slowed his hips and leaned back a little to position himself so he could put his fingers on your clitoris.

With his knees bent and thighs spread a little, he pulled you up toward him further and rocked into you sitting up while you were still on your back. He licked his thumb and then pressed it over you and stroked your clit as he watched your face, “Like this? Feels good?” He needed constant confirmation, but you weren’t upset about it.

You nodded and watched him in amazement. Your face was flushed, and your chest was rising and falling rapidly in lust. He did everything just as he was meant to. There was no question to you about how good he was in bed. He was a natural, completely open and attentive. You weren’t going to let this be the only time he fucked you. You wanted to see what else he could do.

Your bed began to creak under the force of Harry’s thrusts and you choked out your moans each time he dipped into you. Harry’s own moans were getting louder. He couldn’t decide where to look. Your beautiful face, your bouncing tits, or your pussy that was spreading open for him each time he pushed in.

He fucked into you in a way that was only possible due to his strong physique. You’d had sex with big and broad men before but some of them never worked out and they’d grow tired too fast. But Harry was in excellent physical shape, and he didn’t seem tired at all. He was working his hips into you with such indulgence and steady pace that you knew would have you coming. Not to mention that he took initiative to include your clitoris in the action.

You couldn’t speak any more, and Harry wasn’t able to form any coherent sentences because his mind was becoming fuzzy as he felt his orgasm bubble through his guts slowly. He didn’t think he needed anymore confirmation from you anyway. He could tell you felt good. The room was silent, barring the wet slapping and patting noises from your bodies, along with the squeak of your bed that moved in rhythm with Harry’s deep thrusts.

You breathed out a long moan when your orgasm began to roll over your center and spread over your thighs and up to your belly. Harry felt you begin to shake lightly, your thighs convulsing slightly. He felt your cunt squeeze around his condom covered dick and he closed his eyes to hold back his orgasm. He knew you were about to come and this would do him in so he needed to focus to give you an orgasm first.

Harry rolled into you harder and continued petting over your clit with the pads of his fingers, applying the perfect pressure for you. You were so wet, dripping down over your ass, soaking the sparse dark hairs that were scattered around the base of Harry’s cock. You held onto your comforter, your fists balling up the soft fabric as you were getting pounded into by this supposed virgin. You half wondered if that was his schtick. To get girls in bed with him. But that thought was wiped away when you began to come and you opened your mouth wide as you moaned into your room.

“Fuck… ff… Hharry! Right the… ohhhhh…” Harry groaned at how harshly your walls pulsed around him. He tried, he really did but he couldn’t hold his own orgasm back. As you were coming around him he released into his condom with a breathy call of your name, throwing his head back and stilling his hips so he was plunged into you as far as his balls would allow.

Moments went by. Your orgasm was incredible. Harry gave your wet clit just enough attention and his cock was magic inside of you – just filling you up and pressing into anything and everything inside of you that mattered.

Harry was in a state of complete high ecstasy. He’d had plenty of orgasms in his life. But having an orgasm inside of a beautiful woman who was also having an orgasm around him was like he’d leveled up in life. How had he allowed himself to go so long? His work was the most important thing to him and he loved it, that would never change, but now that he’d had sex, he knew this would be something he wouldn’t want to deny himself any more.

You opened your eyes and Harry leaned down over you to drop his mouth to yours. He pressed soft kisses to your mouth and you opened your mouth and kissed him back, wrapping your legs around his low back, crossing at the ankles to hold him close. Harry rocked into you one last time, still seated firmly inside of you and you moaned.

He lifted his head and smiled lazily at you, “Was it good? It seemed like you had an orgasm, unless you were faking to make me feel good…” he narrowed his eyes at you.

You giggled and smoothed your hands up his back, “I didn’t fake a single thing. Harry, that was really good. I almost don’t believe you’re a virgin. That was too good.” You bite your lip as you look at the handsome man hovering over you.

Harry’s laugh was so sweet and it gave you goosebumps just hearing it, “Well, I’m not a virgin. Not now anyway.” His cheeky grin grew wide and his adorable dimples made their appearance, “I swear I was a virgin before today.”

You laughed and nodded, “Okay then. Well, you are better in bed than maybe anyone I’ve ever slept with. That was fucking really good. You are very good.”

Harry stared down at your face and looked over your features. He didn’t know what to do in this moment but he was feeling quite confident and very happy, and quite hungry as well, “Can I have some more pizza?” he blurted out.

You laughed and nodded, “Of course. There’s tons leftover. Feeling the munchies?” You were feeling a bit hungry too.

Harry nodded, “Guess so. That explains it,” he smiled as he sat back, your legs falling from him. Harry kept his hands at your thighs and then looked up at you with a sudden thought, “Unless you need me to go. I don’t need to stay if you would like me to leave. I’m sorry…” his confidence suddenly faded at the idea that he was overstaying his welcome.

You sat up and smiled softly, once again, gently caressing over his jaw, “Please stay. In fact, it would be nice if you could stay the whole night. If you want. I’m not ready for you to leave yet. And maybe we can do it all over again in the morning? Or in the middle of the night even? Try different positions, find out what you like.”

Harry could cry. That was exactly what he wanted to hear. He hoped that you’d want him to stay the night so he could know what it felt like to hold you and wake up next to you and experience the fabled morning sex that he’d heard was so good (though he couldn’t imagine that morning sex would be any better than the evening sex he’d just experienced). Now that he’d had sex, he wanted to have it more often. Not at that very moment of course, his natural refractory period already taking place. He nodded, “Yeah, okay.”

You felt a touch giddy at the fact that Harry wanted to stay the night and that you’d have another go with him. You were excited to get to know him and you felt that this could be a good friendship, if not more. You wouldn’t get ahead of yourself but you knew deep down that you’d be begging for him to fuck you often, and could probably even wind up falling for him. You could easily fall for him.

But right now, it was time to eat pizza.

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