This fanfic - the stories in each chapter are NOT my own work. I want to make it very clear that I am not claiming authorship; I'm just saving them here for myself, because I enjoy reading them all the time and thought it would be more practical to...
Characters: Ward Cameron, Reader, You, The other Cameron family members are only mentioned
Additional Tags: Smut, Ward Cameron is a sexy (but crazy) motherfucker, boss/employee, Age Difference, Cheating, Rose is a bitch (which isn't too far from the show), sorry y'all I can't stand the woman, Rafe is Rafe, Vaginal Sex, Snuggling, Spooning, Praise Kink, Sir Kink?, Ward likes being called "Sir" I dunno, Nipple Play, Dom/sub, Fingering, Teasing, Breeding Kink, touch starved, Ward is touch starved, Drinking Language: English Series: Part 1 of Outer Banks Multi-Chapters Stats: Published: 2021-09-28 Completed: 2021-10-11 Words: 9,407 Chapters: 6/6
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Ward's Little Secret by SammysDove_CrowleysKitten
Summary Reader has been working for the Cameron family at Tannyhill for three years, and Ward's self control finally comes to an end.
Giving In You were cleaning the hallway outside of Ward's office when he surprised you by stepping out and getting your attention, "Hey, Y/N. Could you come dust my office please? I noticed a thin layer on the credenza." "Of course, Sir." You smiled, hoping to appease the one person currently keeping you from being homeless. You had worked for the Cameron family for about three years, since you were seventeen, and ever since you had started, Ward and Rafe both looked at you differently than the other three members of the family had. Rafe leered at you like you were a toy he wasn't allowed to claim, but Ward Cameron was the one you focused on most. He always gifted you a gentle smile and a soft voice when he saw you. He would greet you warmly when you'd come to work after school was out for the day, and once you turned eighteen, he gave you a generous raise and secretly shared a glass of his finest whiskey with you in his office, slipping you four hundred dollars on top of the raise and telling you to spend it on something fun for yourself. Every night when you'd leave to go back to the cut, he would walk you to the door with a hand at your back, even offering to drive you back home most nights, which you would often gratefully accept, secretly loving to be alone with the Cameron patriarch. Now here you were, twenty years old and stepping into the same office you'd cleaned hundreds of times over the past three years, the only difference this time was that Ward was still in the room. He never asked you to clean his office while he was working and you'd never really been alone with him in the house for any amount of time seeing as Rose was generally strutting around and lurking close to wherever her husband was, showing him endless new properties. You started by the door and decided to work your way around the room, noticing as you dusted that there wasn't a notable change in the surfaces you were cleaning. Moving to the next piece of furniture, you swiped your finger along the surface, confused when it came up clean. "Dammit!" Ward cursed loudly, drawing your attention from the dust, and you saw him standing with his shirt grasped in his hand and holding it out away from himself as his beverage dripped onto the rug below. "Y/N, can you get me a towel?" "If you take off your button up, Sir, I can wash it. I'll go grab a wet rag for the rug too." "Thank you, Sweetheart." You tried to turn quickly so he didn't see the blush and dumb smile that quickly consumed your face, but he saw it. Ward smirked to himself once you left the room, maybe purposely spilling rum and coke down his shirt would actually pay off. You came back in under a minute with a towel for Ward, a wash rag for the rug, and a basket for him to throw his wet shirt in. He shrugged off his button up and watched you drop to your knees, cleaning the mess his drink had made, and from where he stood, he had a perfect view down your shirt. "I'll get your shirt soaking in a sec, the stains should come right out." You looked up beneath your eyelashes and smiled innocently, Ward having to use every ounce of restraint not to throw you over his desk right then and there. You looked back down at the spot on the rug, trying not to think of how the man you'd had a crush on for years, and the richest man on the island ('King Kook' as your friends called him), looked so fuckin' mouthwatering in just the thin white tank top that he wore beneath his button up shirts. Were there many nights over the years where you had less than appropriate dreams about your boss? Yup. Was that something you needed to let slip right now and lose your job over? Absolutely not. You left the room, and started a load of Ward and Rose's laundry adding his stained shirt to the mix after doctoring it with some 'spray 'n' wash', before heading back up to his office. Bringing his hamper back to his room, you walked in when you saw the door was open, and stopped dead in your tracks when you saw him shirtless in front of you. "I'm, I'm sorry, Sir... I started a load of laundry and I threw your shirt in." You looked anywhere but at him and the blush was evident on your face. "Thank you, Y/N, I don't know how'd I'd get through a day without you. You keep everything running so smoothly here." "Just doing my job... I should probably go finish the office, speaking of." "Hold on a second, Sweetheart. While you're in here, can you hand me my watch on the dresser and clean the mirror." "Of course, Mr. Cameron." He laughed, his fingers brushing yours softly and his touch lingering against your skin a little longer than usual when he took his watch from you. "Honey, you know I've told you before that you can call me Ward, you don't always have to be so formal with me." Calling you honey was the last straw, and you were practically bursting at the seams wanting to throw yourself at him. You nodded, timidly and smiled. "I know you have but everyone else wants me to be formal, well, except for Wheezie. Rafe tells me to call him 'sir', Rose wants either ma'am or Mrs. Cameron, and Sarah just never really talks to me." "Well, tell you what, when Rose isn't here, you can call me Ward. Okay?" He winked, and the two of you shared a smile. "Okay, thank you." "You're welcome." He watched you leave the room and sighed, running his hand over his beard, contemplating if this was something he really wanted to do. One look at you when you came back in the room and started cleaning the mirror convinced him: you were something he needed. He strolled up behind you slowly, amused at the fact that you were so caught up in cleaning that you hadn't noticed him growing closer. He brought his hands up, one to rest on either side of your arms, holding you gently in place. He was surprised when you didn't jump, but instead you locked eyes with him in the mirror. "Please tell me I'm not reading this wrong." He whispered, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against the curve of your neck and you sighed, letting your head fall back in pleasure as he gifted you a single kiss on your jawline. "Ward, I've wanted you since before you even hired me." "You were only seventeen when I hired you." He scoffed, making you giggle. "And you think that means anything? Just because I was a minor didn't mean I couldn't feel attracted to you. I just couldn't do anything about it." "You can now though, Sweetheart." "What about Rose and your kids?" "Rose is out of town, and the kids are on camping trips... no one is due back for at least six days." "Well, Sir," you purred, "I'd hate to argue with my employer, you have always been good to me." "I wanna take care of you, honey. I wanna give you what you deserve in this world, you work so hard and you still seem to be in damn near the same place you were back then." "You know what they say, pogue life ain't easy." He turned you to face him, and cupped your face, pulling you in for a kiss. His lips were soft and warm against yours and his hand dropped down to palm your breast, a smile forming against your skin. "You're so beautiful, Y/N... I always felt so guilty looking at you when you first started workin' here. The main thing that pissed me off about it was that Rafe was your age and I saw the way he looked at you, I was so worried you'd let him closer to you." "You don't ever have to worry about that, I'm honestly kinda terrified of Rafe." "I won't let him touch you." He swore and you saw the determination in his eyes. Ward lifted your thin shirt over your head and expertly unclasped your bra with two fingers, pressing his lips to yours once more and guiding you back against his bed. He laid you back and undid your jeans, pulling them and your thong down your legs, and stripping himself before joining you on the bed. You felt a pang of guilt at having sex with Ward, especially in the same bed he slept in with Rose every night, but you had wanted this for so long, and pogues never got what they wanted. Plus, fucking over Rose gave you a slight satisfaction since she was always awful to you. Ward spread your legs and settled between them, running his hands along your side and dipping the fingers of one hand into your soaked sex, smirking when he felt you. "Good girl, nice and wet for me." You moaned, spreading your legs further to welcome him. "Looks like someone has a praise kink." "Sir, please." You begged, letting him pull your thighs up to rest on his and your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Ward lined himself up and sunk in with one painfully slow thrust. "Fuck." "Feel good, Sweetheart?" He leaned forward, the angle change making your first orgasm course through you. "Fuck, you know just how to stoke a man's ego. Don't you, Sweetheart?" You gifted him a breathy laugh and pulled him in for a kiss, your fingers burying themselves in his hair. "Felt too good." "Tell me how you want it, sweetheart." "I want you to fuck me, I want you to use me like a toy and break me in." "Fuck." His hand clasped around your throat and he fucked you hard just like you asked. He was thankful no one was home because the cries and moans you were letting out filled the room and there was no way in hell he wanted you to stop. You begged and praised him the whole time and when he finally got close, he grabbed your hips, forcing you down on his cock and coating your walls with his hot cum. You came hard for him and the two of you laid there panting, Ward lowering himself to his elbows and holding himself up just enough to not trap you under his weight. His muscles flexed and his biceps were more defined now, as he held himself up. He kissed and nipped at your skin, letting his eyes fall closed at the sensation of your arms wrapping around him and you coaxed him down to lay his head on your breast, running your fingers through his hair again. "You were incredible, Sweetheart." "It was amazing, my brain feels fried." He laughed, "Maybe next time I'll have to try to fuck you stupid." "So you do want a next time?" "I told you I wanna take care of you." He moved off of you and pulled you into his arms, kissing you tenderly. "I plan on there being a lot more times, if you'll let me." "What about when everyone gets home?" "We'll just have to be careful." He kissed you, and laid on his back, pulling you to lay your head on his chest, and smiling softly as he caressed your cheek. "Don't tell anyone about this or we'll have to stop, okay?" "I won't... on one condition." You grinned playfully, the expression dropping from your face when you saw how serious he now looked. "Are you gonna blackmail me?" "No, I won't tell anyone regardless. I was just joking and was gonna try for a little perk, I didn't mean to hit a nerve. You think I would risk telling anyone and having Rose Cameron come after me? She's fucking psycho... Sorry, I know she's your wife. You thought he would be mad, but to your surprise, Ward just laughed, pulling you close again, "She can be a cutthroat bitch sometimes... Now what were you gonna ask for?" "I just didn't want to do Rafe's laundry anymore. I know he's single but the amount of cum stains on his sheets and socks are disturbing. Bad enough I've had to do your bedding before." Ward cringed at the thought and kissed you softly. "Deal, you don't have to do Rafe's laundry. The boy can do his own." "Thank you." "Of course, Sweetheart... I know it isn't very late, but what do you say you take the night and the rest of the week off, I'll still pay you for it, and we'll get some take out for dinner tonight, take a hot bath and drink champagne then we'll go spend a couple days on the 'Druthers'?" "Are you sure you wanna risk it all for a pogue like me?" "I'm positive, Y/N."
