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harrystylesficrecs · 10 months
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missmielyhoran · 9 months
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He looks up grinning like a devil
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your parents think their sweet catholic girl is in the city working as an assistant to big ceo but is she really?
(Sugardaddy!Harry × reader)
A/N- Idk where this came from lmao
[Warning- Smut, if you squint you will find the plot, slight voyeurism, oral (fem receiving), virgin reader, Harry being a dream ngl, daddy kink]
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You were skipping up the office stairs leading to the elevator, hands full of shopping bags and lunch from his favorite restaurant you picked up.
You hummed the song you were listening to in the car and greeted everyone back. To everyone, you were Harry's younger beautiful girlfriend or dumb arm candy, as some said, you didn't care. Everyone either wanted to be or have you, and it was thrilling.
You reached on Harry's floor and greeted his assistant, who was a sweet guy looking not much older than you.
You pushed opened the door to Harry's office and saw him typing away on his computer, his blazer thrown over the back of his office chair, his sleeves rolled up and glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.
You bite down on your lips to not whimper out loud, but the small sound you made got his attention. He smirked, looking up like the devil your parents warned you your whole life about.
Oh, your parents would have a heart attack if they knew.
He raked your whole body up and down. You were wearing the short, flowy red dress he loves. Your hair is half tied up by a ribbon with few in front framing your face and a simple cross laying between your breasts.
"What are you doing so far away babygirl?" Harry said, leaning back in the chair and spreading his thighs more, inviting you in.
You put down the shopping bags near the entrance and walked towards him with the food packets in hand.
"I brought your favorite food" you said, lifting the food packet in the air in front of Harry. He pulled you on his lap and put the food on the desk.
"Thank you so much love but I want to start with desert today" He said as his fingers found his way towards your dripping pussy.
"It will go cold-""I will order another one" He said while nipping on your neck and once his fingers found your clit you forgot about everything that wasn't him.
Harry gently picked you up, and your heel claded legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. He kept nipping on your neck as he put you down on the desk.
His hands worked skillfully as he took off your panties and slid down on his knees, leaving open mouth kisses all over you. You were gasping for air, but he didn't care. He loved it when you let out breathless whimpers.
It was a heavenly torture.
"Always so wet for me, aren't you baby?" He said cockily. He kissed your inner thighs and watched you squim with lust blown eyes.
His thick finger ran up and down your sodden folds while his other hand ran up your body and gripped your chin, keeping your eyes on his.
Keeping the eye contact on he leaned closer and kitten licked your pussy making you let out a small whimper. He grinned like a devil, looking up, and all the hell broke lose in the best way possible.
He sucked on your clit while his middle finger circled your entrance all while his eyes watched all your moves. Then suddenly he pushed whole finger in, in one go making you almost scream out.
"Mr. Styles the papers- Oh my god" You heard someone say behind you but you couldn't have cared less. The person yelled series of sorrys and ran out of the office as fast as they could and you knew you will be the talk of the whole office tomorrow.
You clenached around Harry's finger as he pushed another one in. He chuckled and pulled back from your swollen clit.
"Your virgin little pussy is gripping my fingers you tight. I can't even fathom about how my cock will feel" He said taking eyes off you and watched the mess you were making on his hand.
"You know how many times I have come at night thinking about fucking your brains out." He asked gripping your cheeks so hard they hollow up, your lips part but nothing except airy moans come out.
"You're a mess on my fingers babygirl what will you do if I take you right here? huh?" He said standing up to his full height in front of you and leaned down to capture your lips into a open mouth kiss.
"Good little Christian girl is sitting on a office desk getting finger fucked by her older sugar daddy. What will your parents think?" He shook his head, "Such a whore" He clicked his tongue mocking you.
Meanwhile your eyes were getting blurry and the coil in your stomach was inching to breaking point. It wasn't helping that his words, so sinful words were escalating it.
"Be a whore, my beautiful whore and come on my fingers. Come for daddy babygirl" He said as he increased the pace of his fingers, repeatedly hitting the spot inside you.
And then everything went white, you were floating away on the cloud, angels were singing, and you were in pure ecstasy.
Maybe this was the heaven your mother talked about.
You didn't realize you have lost your balance and was now laying on the cold glass desk of Harry. He pulled his fingers and thank god you were so out you and sucked them clean couldn't see it cause you would have jumped his bones.
After a few moments you came back to duller life and out of you colorful cloudy world.
"There she is. You okay babygirl?" Harry asked as his fingers rubbed circles around your knees in comforting way.
"Yeah" You said breathless, "Very tired" You added. Harry laughed and pulled you off the desk.
"C'mon let's take all this and go home." He said picking up all the bags and lunch and kissed your sweaty forehead.
You smiled and followed him out, and if you weren't so out of it, you would have realized he called his house home for the first time.
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cupid-styles · 10 days
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so hear me out… u decide which one of ur couples this pertains to if any but… they go super hard one night and is like rlly degrading and filty. and they film it all and then the next night he makes her watch herself getting railed and makes her touch herself to how much of a sl*t she was being before… is that too much 🫣
my eye is twitching. here's 1k of sugar daddy h being a mean dom!
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content warnings: exhibitionism, squirting, daddy kink, f masturbation, degradation, dirty talk, m receiving oral, slight bondage, very not ramadan friendly!
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"Are you ready to watch yourself, baby?"
Mia squirms on the wide expanse of Harry's bed, tugging helplessly at the restraints currently holding her wrists to the headboard. He smirks devilishly as he places his laptop on the TV stand directly in front of her, giving her no option but to stare at the dirty movie they'd made a few weeks back. 
It had been a night fueled by a combination of Harry being deep in his dom space and Mia being ready and willing to please. They'd discussed filming themselves many times before and it had always been something they were both interested in. It would never go anywhere, but the flare of exhibitionism it offered was enough to make Mia's core warm and Harry's length ache. 
When he presses 'play', Mia swallows tightly. Immediately, she's overwhelmed with the imagery of her laying in Harry's lap, tummy down, ass up. He's issuing a series of harsh smacks to her skin and making her count each one. Her voice sounds pathetic and worn, likely from the whimpered mewls that fell from her lips every time his palm made contact with her tender ass. She’s already naked — she had worn a pretty white lingerie set for him, but he was quick to snap the straps off her body, plucking the lacy bralette and matching panties from her form. 
“You look like a gorgeous angel, but I know you better than that, Mi,” he’d said as he pushed the fabric off her skin. 
"Slutty little ass," Harry mutters on the screen. In real life, he's crawled onto the bed next to her, his large hand taking real estate on her thigh. "Just needed daddy to punish you like the naughty brat you are, yeah? Needed a reminder of who owns these holes."
"Y-yes daddy," she utters delicately in the video. Her skin heats from hearing how pitiful she sounds. Harry chuckles from beside her.
"Isn't that cute?" Harry asks, nudging his chin in the direction of the small screen in front of them, "Hearing your sweet little voice all wrecked from moaning for me. All that from a couple of slaps on the bum."
She swallows nervously. When she doesn't reply, Harry squeezes her thigh. 
"Asked you a question, pet."
"Uh-huh," Mia replies softly, her pussy clenching as she watches Harry pull her into his lap. It's effortless, the way he yanks his own briefs down to reveal his erect length. With his hands gripping her hips roughly, she listens to the wet gasps fall from her pouty lips when he pushes into her, barely giving her any time to acclimate before he's thrusting upwards. 
"Such a tight little pussy. How do you manage that, hm? Daddy's always fucking this dirty hole and you always feel so good."
Mia whimpers involuntarily and Harry hums. He stretches his body above hers and her eyes flutter, inhaling his scent as he undoes the rope around her wrists. Gently, he lowers her arms down to her stomach, taking her hand into his. He cups it around her bare pussy and she gasps quietly from the featherlight sensation. 
"Play with yourself," he whispers. He curls her middle finger at her pearly clit, applying a bit of pressure before quickly removing it. "Want you to make yourself cum while you watch yourself get fucked, okay? Can you do that for me?"
Mia nods and nibbles on her bottom lip, listening as the version of herself on the screen moans. She's begging for him to fuck her deeper and harder, and she swallows harshly when Harry lays back against the mattress, giving her free rein to watch the video. She peeks over and sees his erection, large and throbbing in his pants. 
"Don't worry about me, sweetheart. I'll take care of myself after I watch you cum."
She exhales shakily, keeping her fingertips hovering over her swollen clit. On the screen, Harry's now fucking into her from behind, her cheek smushed into the pillow and a soundtrack of throaty cries making her hole pulsate in real time. Slowly, she begins to circle her clit, watching as he forms her hair into a messy ponytail and pulls at it, yanking her body upwards. With his chest pressing into her back, he begins to mutter filth into her ear.
"Gonna squirt all over my cock, aren't you? I know you are. Can feel that pretty pussy squeezing me. Such a nasty little slut, hm? Just a pair of holes for daddy to use. Make it worth my time, baby. Get me all messy. You know I love it when you make a big mess."
In real life, her fingers begin to speed up. She moans from the delicious pressure on the swollen bundle of nerves, jaw dropping as she watches herself squirt all over Harry's cock, thighs, and bed. He chuckles on the screen, using his palm to rub her and spray the liquid to make even more of a mess.
"There's my fuckin' girl," he all but growls. She doesn't have a second to recuperate before he's pushing her onto his knees on the floor and pushing his cock into her mouth. "Lick up your mess. Slurp it all up."
She uses her other hand to push a finger into her hole, whimpering as she pushes up against her g-spot. 
"Gonna cum, sweetheart?" Harry asks from beside her. She nods jerkily, eyelashes fluttering as she begins to feel her muscles tense. He smirks. "Knew you'd like having a nasty little film of us. Go ahead, baby. Cum for us."
It doesn't take much for her to finish after that, not as she watches her past self throat Harry's hard cock. She mewls out his honorific and Harry talks her through it — “there you go baby, there it is— pretty little pussy coming all over your fingers. Oh, there it is, sweetheart. Play with your clit for me” — issuing out praises while he comes down her throat in the video. 
"Such a good girl for me." he murmurs, pressing a light, loving kiss to her cheek. "Feeling okay?"
Despite still being in the aftershocks of her intense orgasm, she nods. He smiles and leans forward to thumb at her bottom lip before gently pressing it inside. 
"Good. Think it's time we make another movie, then." 
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harrysbabycherry · 8 months
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sugar (part one)
in which harry is y/n’s sugar daddy and she’s kind of hiding a teeny tiny secret from him
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warnings: smut, age gap, sugar daddy h!
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Harry could honestly compare this experience to heaven.
Not a lot of things have felt like this and he’s not sure whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing. The girl on top of him now is making his head spin. He’s grabbing onto her waist, pulling her down on him as far as he can. He’s never felt this good. And maybe he’s being dramatic, but if that’s what this is, then he’s so fucking dramatic. 
He can tell by the way she’s slowing down that she’s close. And this is usually the time that he steps in, but when he tried to turn them over, she pushed his shoulders down. 
“I’ve got you.” Then, she leaned down to press her mouth to his chest. Several times. He was trying to keep his eyes open just to see her finish herself off, but how could he when she’s making him feel like this? 
“Baby, please let me.” He could feel that she was marking up his skin, but he didn’t care. If anything, he wanted the marks there. And she’s making just the prettiest noises above him. He won’t be able to take much more. He just wants to make sure she finishes off first. But she won’t let him. 
And then she came. Just like that. Weakening in his hold and laying on his chest. He grabbed onto her hips and started thrusting up into her in order to get himself there. She hurried to grab onto his shoulders while moaning into his ear. 
He could stay here all day. Here with her holding him and being inside her. There’s nothing like it. But he has to get ready for work in twenty minutes. She stayed over last night and woke him up with her mouth wrapped around his cock. He couldn’t ask for a better way to start the day. It just escalated from there. It always does. 
And just thinking about that is what got him to his end. As he caught his breath, she kissed his cheeks and his jaw and brushed her fingers through his hair. She was so doting during times like these. That’s what made him like her so much. She could be saying the filthiest shit one second and then the next she’s making sure he’s okay and kissing him. 
“Let’s shower.” And then she was pulling off of him and making her way to the bathroom. He couldn't move for a second. He didn't want to. She's always so quick to make her way to the shower afterwards. He just wants a few minutes to come down and maybe dote on her once in a while. She allows it sometimes, but other times she’s really not into it. And he respects that. That's why he rolled out of bed as soon as the shower came on and made his way to her. Maybe she'll let him wash her this time. 
He stepped in behind her, immediately wrapping his arms around her waist and laying his head on her shoulder. Her hair was already wet from being in here a bit before him. He moved her hair to the side and nipped her neck a few times, making her pull out of his arms. 
"No marks," He was used to her saying that. She'd never let him leave any marks on her neck. Pretty much anywhere else on her body, sure, but not the neck. "I'm going out with the girls tonight and I'm wearing a dress." She sent him a smirk over her shoulder before grabbing the bodywash of hers that he keeps in his shower. 
She always lathered him up in it and washed his hair with her shampoo. He likes to smell like her throughout the day and he told her that much. That's why she does it. 
"Do you need a little extra cash then?" He asked right before she started rinsing his hair. He waited until all the soap was off of him before raising his eyebrows at her in question. 
(Y/N) liked to go out all nights of the week. Well, the ones she doesn't spend with him. She was a massive party girl and he doesn't mind too much because she's still spending four out of seven nights with him, in his bed, under his arm. So, he's got nothing to worry about. He's got plenty actually, he just doesn't like to think much about it. 
"What did you say?" He wanted to roll his eyes because he knows she heard him. She does this all the time. Pretends that she didn't hear him so he'll have to say it again and he won't forget about offering her extra money to have fun on her nights out. 
He didn't answer right away, he grabbed the body wash and waved her over so he could return the favor. (Y/N) often got really handsy when he'd do this. Affectionate would be the more appropriate word. He thinks she just likes being pampered and taken care of. He doesn't mind at all. 
"Just so you're comfortable," He always made a point to make sure she was comfortable and wouldn't be short on money. She has expensive tastes and he knows that more than anyone. "I could give you my card." That's what got her to wrap her arms around his neck and press her soapy body to his. He didn't mind. He'd let her do whatever she wanted, whenever. 
"You'd really do that?" She pressed her mouth to his cheek before meeting his eyes again. He nodded, wrapping his arms back around her. 
"Anything. Not over ten, got me?" He's had to scold her before. The last time he gave her his card, she spent over $40,000 at the shops. She tried to justify it by saying she needed one of every color of the bags there. And he got a call from his bank asking him to verify the purchase after the fact. Of course, she made up for it with some mind-blowing sex and apologized about a hundred times. He knows she wasn't sorry and he wasn't really upset with her. It's just a game they play. She's a brat that gets whatever she wants and he has to keep her in check.
“I promise.” She pressed her mouth to his for only a few seconds before rinsing off. They finished up and went to get dressed. He’s really got to hurry if he wants to make it to work on time, but with (Y/N) walking around with this light blue lace set, how can he? He just wants to take her back to bed. But he tried to ignore that and finished tying his tie. 
She was in this nice and tight velour dress showing off every one of her curves as she was drying her hair with his hair dryer. She must be going shopping in a bit. When she was finished with her hair and makeup, he walked in after her and started to fix his hair. 
“What are your plans for today?” She hummed while fluffing her hair. 
“Brunch in a few hours, but I’ve got an appointment today.” He raised his eyebrows, but she didn’t look back. 
“Is everything okay?” He got his hair to sit the way he likes before glancing to her. She looked unbothered, so it must not be anything serious. Plus, she hadn’t mentioned anything to him either. And they try to be painfully honest with each other. 
“Yeah. Just changing birth control.” She shrugged it off like it didn’t matter, but he had tons of questions. Why all of a sudden? Is it something he did? 
“Why?” She finally turned to him, looking over his outfit and then grinning. 
“I’m not dying. I just don’t like how this one makes me feel is all.” She pressed her now peach colored lips to his cheek before moving around him to get back to his bedroom. 
“Well, let me know how it goes.” Speaking of birth control. There’s been something he’s wanted to ask her, but it’ll have to wait until she switches and uses it consistently. Then he’ll ask that. 
She shot him a smile before grabbing her purse from the floor. They kind of got here in a rush last night and dropped everything in a desperate attempt to get in bed together. He’s never fucked anyone like he’s fucked (Y/N). And that must mean something.  
He made his coffee to go while she sat at the island on her phone. He knows she has tons of friends, but he’s never really met any of them. He’s seen them from a distance and waved, but (Y/N)’s not really one to share things unless you keep pushing her. But he doesn’t want to force anything on her. If she’s not ready for him to meet her friends, that’s fine. 
“Hey, H. I probably won’t be over tonight unless it’s really late and I don’t want to wake you, so I’ll just go home.” Home. The three million dollar apartment that’s in his name on the Upper West Side. He lives down in Greenwich, which is only a twenty minute drive, but still he’d rather her be with him at all times. 
“Okay. Well, let me know when you get in safe, alright?” He was gathering his things to leave, knowing she would lock up when he leaves. She has her own key. It’s just easier that way. 
She hurried to get up and kiss him goodbye. Her arms came around his neck and the kiss quickly became heated. She was sucking on his tongue while he moved his hands over the soft fabric of her dress down to her ass. He’s positive she’s not wearing underwear and that makes him a little hot in face. She does that on purpose. She likes to keep him guessing. 
“Have a good day,” She pulled herself away, rubbing her thumbs against the sides of his neck. “If you need me, text me. I’ll be out all day though, so we’ll probably talk tomorrow, okay?” He nodded, squeezing at her once more before letting her go. 
“Can’t wait. Have a nice time, pet.” He was about to walk to the door, but she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt to keep him to her. 
“Forgetting something?” She tilted her head before holding out her hand. He pulled out his wallet and handed her the black card that might as well have her name on it. She grinned and slipped it down the front of her dress. “There’s a new Chanel.” He rolled his eyes. 
“(Y/N).” 
“Please? Just one,” She pouted her lips, something she knew he couldn’t resist. He groaned while she made a whining sound. “Pretty please?” 
“Fine. If the bank calls me again, your ass is mine.” She chuckled before pressing another kiss to his mouth. 
“They won’t. Promise. Run along though. You’ll be late if you stay any longer and try to scold me.” He took her advice and grabbed his shit before saying one last goodbye. Once again, she got exactly what she wanted. He's the one that made her this way, so it’s not really her fault.
He really can’t wait until tomorrow. Tonight will be just another lonely night. Like before he met her and he hates that so much. He’s so thankful for (Y/N) and she couldn’t have come to him at a better time.
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(Y/N) hopes with a little extra love, Harry won’t be so mad about his bank statement after she’s finished. She told him she was just buying the new Chanel bag. But after she took her girlfriends to brunch and paid for their mimosas, they went out to shop. Tiffany is what really got her. But she knows all will be forgiven once he sees what she got. It was custom made, so of course it cost upwards of $10,000. But that’s fine. It was fine until her friends dragged her into an uppity lingerie store and how could she resist? It’s more for him anyway. So, she doesn’t think too much about the couple grand she spent there. 
By the time dinner time rolled around, she knew he must have gotten some kind of notification from the bank because he sent her a text with just three words. Three words she’s very familiar with. 
You don’t listen. 
That means she’ll be spending all of tomorrow with an achy jaw. She rolled her eyes at the thought before locking her phone. She knows he’s not mad at her. He could never be. And that’s why he’s so easy. 
They met almost a year ago. In a fancy wine bar and he immediately swept her off her feet. It quickly became more of an arranged thing. She was in school then, but once he told her he could give her the lifestyle she desired, she was quick to jump ship. He’s got about fifteen years on her, but she doesn’t mind at all. He’s sexy and very polite.
He just doesn’t make her orgasm. 
And she wants to tell him, but she fears his feelings will be so deeply hurt that he may never speak to her again. So, she fakes it. She feels terrible every time, but something’s just not getting her there. He doesn’t spend nearly enough time with his head between her thighs, so maybe that’s it. He wants to, she just doesn’t let him. The second he starts actually getting her off is when she’ll have to leave him. She would definitely get attached and she doesn’t want that. So, she’ll just keep him at a distance and know him as the man who can’t fuck her right. He could if she told him how, but she won't. She doesn't need this to get more complicated than it already is. 
She went to her appointment this morning and got her birth control switched. She had just been feeling nauseous lately and her periods were tough, so she decided a switch might be the best idea. So, in the next few weeks she hopes everything will be straightened out.
Her friends Rochelle, Melissa, and Trina were at the club with her. They were standing near the bar, knowing they wouldn't be paying for drinks tonight anyway. She only took Harry's card because he offered, she'd never actually ask him for it. She's a bit money hungry, but not like that. She knew that someone would pay for her drinks and she didn't necessarily need it to be Harry. 
They all wanted top shelf drinks, so she paid for a round, just to get them loose enough to go out into the crowd and find someone's tab to work for the rest of the night. They've done it several times and it never fails. And it didn't take long at all for some guy to be all over her in the crowd. She let him touch all over her and rub against her while forcing herself to keep the grimace off of her face. He was good looking, but she's not in the mood to go home with someone right now. She just wants to go home and sleep in her own bed for once. 
Harry has no idea that she's not exactly faithful, but they're not exclusive like that. He's not really her boyfriend. No. Nothing like that. He's just the man that paid off her loan debt and pays for everything else for her. That's it. They made an agreement and sometimes she feels like he forgets where they stand. She's told him a few times now and always ends up apologizing because of the devastated look on his face. So, she's nice only because she can't handle leaving him with a broken heart. 
Not that she's unhappy with him. She's not. He's too sweet for his own good and she doesn't want to leave him, it's just that he can be a little clingy at times and she really didn't sign up for that part. She signed up to keep him company when it's convenient for the both of them and then get compensated for her time. He doesn't even give her an allowance at this point, he just lets her take his card. She's not complaining at all. Never. It's just that things have changed. She really doesn't deserve him, but he doesn't need to know that quite yet. She's certain he'll figure it out soon, but she wants to hold onto him for as long as she can. 
She went home with the guy from the dance floor. She's going to hate herself in the morning, but she needs to forget about him. She can't keep imagining how heartbroken he'd be if he knew what she was doing right now. She needed a distraction and this guy was giving. Of course it hurts, but she's trying to separate emotional feelings from Harry because it won't end well for either of them if she doesn't. 
And she left there in tears. It was almost four in the morning and he kicked her out after calling her several nasty names and practically shoving her out the door. She told him after making out for a while that she didn’t feel up to it anymore and she guesses he didn’t like that. So, she cried the entire subway ride home. She never takes the train anymore, but tonight she didn't want to bother anyone. She just wanted to be alone. It’s times like this where she knows she's taking Harry for granted, but she can't help it. He'll end up hurt either way, but with this there's a bit of self-preservation, no matter how selfish it is. 
By the time she made it to her apartment, it was nearing daylight. She'd cried everything she had. But it was a Saturday and her and Harry usually got a late breakfast and did something like taking walks at the pier or the park. Right now she just wants to sulk, but he won’t have that. He has the key to her apartment, it's not like she can just ignore him. 
She climbed into bed, not bothering to change out of her clothes or clean her messy makeup. She just wants to sit here and have the earth swallow her, but that isn’t an option, so she'll stick with not moving for as long as she can. Eventually her eyes shut from complete exhaustion and she gave in.    
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Harry couldn't get a hold of (Y/N) all morning. He panicked only slightly because he hadn't gotten a message from her last night and he stayed up until two in the morning just to see, but it never came though. He surrendered to sleep not long after that, but became only more concerned once he saw she still hadn't messaged him at seven. 
So, he got dressed, skipped breakfast, and made his way over to her place. He didn't bother with buzzing her. He has a key. He waved to the doorman and made his way to the elevator. He rushed himself a little bit, just so he could see if she was even home. He heard nothing when he opened the door, so he went back to her bedroom. And what he saw hurt his heart so much. 
Her mascara was smudged, so much so that he knew she'd been crying. He's never seen her cry and he hopes he never does. He just wants to know what caused it. She's still in her dress that she must have worn last night. A silver beaded dress that went about mid-thigh. It was beautiful and she must have bought it when he wasn't around because he would have never let her leave if she'd shown him that. He wouldn't let her leave the bedroom, more like. 
She still had her heels clipped around her ankles and her hair was a bit of a mess, but he'd never mention that to her. She still looks so beautiful, even with her tear stained cheeks. He just wanted to know what he could do to make it better. He'd do anything. 
He sat next to her legs and gently shook her awake. She sat up quickly, her eyes snapping open, just to see him watching her. Her entire body went slack and her eyes closed again. He gave her a second to catch her breath before he spoke up. 
"Did something happen last night, love?" She took in a sharp breath and blindly reached out for his hand. He grabbed hers with both of his and squeezed, waiting for her to explain. 
She opened her eyes before shaking her head. 
"Don't worry about it." She whispered, sitting up and carefully moving around him to get out of bed. She stumbled a bit, so he hurried to grab her and steady her. 
"(Y/N). You've been crying. Please. You can tell me anything." He didn't know if it had to do with him or her family or her friends, he just wanted to know what he could do to bring a smile back to her face. Like he said, he'll do anything. 
She sighed, letting her shoulders drop. 
"Can I freshen up first a little? I promise we can talk once I'm done. I feel . . . filthy, please." Her eyes watered again and he could see it, so he nodded immediately. Whatever she needed. She shut herself in the bathroom and he sighed, thinking over everything that happened yesterday. He hadn't seen much of her, but he can only assume that something happened at whatever club she went to. He just wants to know whose face he needs to break for making her cry. 
He watched his watch for fifteen minutes before she came out in one of the silk robes he bought for her a few weeks ago. Her face was still red and puffy, but he didn't mention it. He just held his arms out for her and she didn't hesitate to melt into him. She put her face directly into his chest and he held her as tightly as he could. He heard her breath catch and he wasn't sure if she was going to cry again or not, but he didn't let go. He'd hold her as long as she needed. 
"What can I do, baby? Talk to me." She sniffled and shook her head against his shoulder. She pulled back to look at him and he felt this pain in his chest he's never gotten before in his life. He doesn't want to think too deeply about it, so he ignores it. 
"No other boys are as nice as you are, Harry." And she hugged him tightly again. He wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but he guesses some guy was an asshole to her while she was out. Enough to make her cry. And that angered him. He tried to keep his feelings under wraps because he had to worry about making sure she was okay, not taking vengeance on whoever made her sad. He'd do that later. Right now, he's not moving until she wants him to. 
“I know, love. Boys are nasty,” He ran his fingers through her damp hair while she snuggled further into him. “What happened?” 
“This guy just didn’t know what no meant. He called me all these mean names and . . . I didn’t even do anything. I just told him no.” 
Harry was so nice and comforting. He would do anything to make her feel better and she knew that. But for some reason she was set on betraying him. If he ever found out, he’d drop her and she really doesn’t want to hurt him. 
Right now she’s clinging to him because she needs someone to talk to. If it were any other day, a day where she was feeling less guilty and less self-hatred, he would have never seen her like this. But she’s feeling rather bad about herself. And he always knows what to say and he always holds her just the way she needs. Why does she even bother trying to resist him? He’s everything she needs, but she not sure what people will think. 
Of course, she’s debated this within herself several times. She would love to pursue something with Harry. She would. But he’s much older than her and she has nothing going for herself. And she doesn’t want to hurt him. He’s rather sensitive and she adores that about him. She just can’t imagine hurting him. Even though she is. Everyday. Unbeknownst to him. 
What would her parents think? They have no fucking clue. They just think she has a nice job. What would her friends think? Right now they just think she’s running up all his credit cards and using him for lavish vacations, but unfortunately she has a soft spot for the guy. 
Especially on days like today. Where she’s reminded just how lucky she is to know him. How he’s so polite because he just wants to be. He could be an asshole with a huge ego and only want sex the entire time they’re together. But he’s not. He enjoys her company. He’s told her so many times. 
She was in bad mood yesterday. She was angry. That’s why she was so annoyed with Harry’s constant checking in and wondering how her day had been through text. He cares for her, she knows, and now she wants it more than anything. His love, his care, his touch. She feels bad for her change in feelings, but it happens often. She supposes she should just talk to him. They vowed to be honest with each other. And she wants to start fresh. But first, she wants him to fuck her. Because she missed him so dearly. How soft and patient he is. Nothing like the man from the club with rough hands and obscene words. So what if she wouldn’t cum. She’s not even concerned with that part. She just wants to be close to him, have him feel good for once. 
“Hm. Need me to kill someone?” She shook her head against him, smiling so hard it hurt. She ran her hand down his chest to the top of his pants so he would understand her intentions. “You should always say no when you don’t want something, baby. And it’s not your fault if someone gets mad at you. They’re just being a dick. Next time you tell me who the fuck bothered you and I’ll take care of them.” 
“I will. Now kiss me.” She moved quickly to put her legs on either side of his waist and shoved him down on the bed. He grabbed her hips right before she pressed her mouth to his. 
He’s positive she just wants to feel better and he’s here for that. It might not have been what this original deal was about, but things have changed. The thumping in his chest is an indication of that. 
“Hold on,” He spoke up and she pulled away, scrunching her eyebrows. She tried to kiss him again, but he turned his head. “This might not be a great time, but I wanted to talk to you about something.” 
This is probably the easiest way he can work in what he wants to say. Right before they fuck. Because he knows she’ll reach for a condom and he kind of doesn’t want her to. It’s been a year, she just changed her birth control. He doesn’t think he’s asking for too much, but it’s entirely up to her. 
“What is it?” She started untying her robe, trying to distract him. And it usually works, but he needs to ask. He hopes it doesn’t ruin the mood. 
“I wanna fuck you without a condom.” It wasn’t the best wording in the world, but it just came out of his mouth. 
She just blinked at him, obviously not expecting that at all. Of course, he didn’t need an answer now. It didn’t have to be this time, he just wanted her to think about it. 
“Harry . . .” 
“Just think about it. Not right now, obviously, but just know that . . . I’d like to sometime.” He didn’t wait for her to say anything more, he just grabbed her and pulled her back to his mouth. She seemed to forget about what he said before because she jumped right back in and sucked his tongue into her mouth. 
“Please. Just fuck me.” She whined, hurrying off his lap and laying on her stomach. She prefers this way, he knows, so he gets up and unbuttons his pants, watching her touch herself while she waits for him. Her back arched and she moaned, causing him to speed up the process of getting his clothes off. 
He cursed to himself, getting his shirt over his head before getting behind her on the bed. She didn’t like foreplay much. She never really let him touch her unless they were just starting out and he needs to get her wet, but other than that, nope. And he’d really like to taste her and not from his fingers. 
He grabbed her waist, pulling her onto her knees and pressed against her. Feeling just how wet she was, all the way down her thighs. He reached over and grabbed the dreaded condom from the drawer beside her bed and hurried to rip it open. She was pressing back into him repeatedly and he was so hard his patience was running thin. Once he finally got it on, it was easy to slip right into her and from there he fucked her just the way she liked. Her hands were gripping the bed sheets beside her head and he could feel her legs shaking even though he’d been inside her for only seconds at this point. 
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me, baby. Want it harder?” Her answer to that was always yes and he always delivered. Just not enough for her to reach an orgasm. She really felt bad. Perhaps it was a problem with her and not him. Just as she was going to rub over her clit and give herself real satisfaction, he was grabbing her wrists and holding them hostage behind her back. She didn’t mind it. It only made her eyes roll harder how mean he would get. Not in the way that other guys would. They would be so fucking rude about it, but Harry was always so tender and loving afterwards and he had initially asked her if things like this were okay before they’d ever slept together. So, she knows he only does this because she said he could. 
“Harry,” She was close to tears it felt so good. She was hoping this time would be the time. Maybe he should be fucking her raw instead. She really shouldn’t be thinking about that right now. She’s going to be so fucking sore tomorrow with the way he’s holding her arms and the way he’s pounding into her, but she doesn’t care. It almost makes up for the fact that she never finishes. “Please, don’t stop.” 
He wouldn’t dream of it. He’d found something to do in marking up her shoulders and back, all while still giving her exactly what she needed. He finally let her arms go and they quickly fanned out beside her to steady herself. He found his own eyes rolling in the back of his head at the sounds she made, how needy she was for him. If that isn’t an ego boost, he doesn’t know what is. 
He smacked her on the ass, almost physically seeing her fall apart. He knows she likes that. She likes it until her skin is red and she can barely sit the next day, but that’s not his intention right now. He just wants to see her squirm and shake from his cock alone. 
He can tell she’s getting weak, he has to practically hold her up. He feels it too. He’s so fucking close from all her squeezing him and moaning and desperate attempts at breathing normally again. He’s glad he’s the one that makes her feel this way. 
“I’m gonna cum, love. Are you almost there?” He can feel it in his stomach. Any second now. That doesn’t mean he stops the rate at which he’s driving into her, it just means he goes faster. 
“Yes, I’m right there.” She replied breathlessly. And it wasn’t a lie. She was. She just wouldn’t get close enough to the edge to really cum. It’s kind of sad, but it’s not his fault. Perhaps she’s too much in her head every time they do this. 
“Fuck, (Y/N),” And there it is. He’s melting into her back so much that they both are laying flat now. His chest is pressed against her back, his dick still inside her to the hilt, but he’s so glad to have her here like this. “You good?” 
That was his way of asking if she came. She hummed a yes, reaching for his hand that was laying beside her head. She pressed a kiss to his thumb and shut her eyes. She’s still throbbing and she bets he can feel it, but he probably thinks it’s the aftershocks. 
He went to move and she whined, liking how close they are. She doesn’t mind his weight on top of her. She just wants him nearby. Inside her. 
She’s relieved when he obliges, kissing over her shoulder blades lovingly, admiring the marks he’d left with his mouth, while she basks in the feeling of being so full and warm underneath him. 
“Want another shower, baby?” She was honestly so close to sleep she didn’t want to move. 
“No.” He chuckled at the sleepiness in her tone before pushing himself up on his elbows. 
“I’m going to move now, okay?” She whined, but made no other objections as he slid out of her, making her eyes flutter. He feels so good, she can’t understand why she didn’t just cum from that. “I’ll be right back.” She glanced over her shoulder as he walked to her bathroom and shut the door. She smiled to herself before turning over. She’s not sure she’ll be able to keep her hands off of him once he gets back. That’s the way it is every time because she never got a release. Maybe he’ll let her suck him off before he inevitably takes her to get something to eat. She forgot how early it still is. She’s surprised the neighbors didn’t complain. They have before. 
She did go down the hall to the other bathroom to freshen up after tying the robe back on. She had half a mind to finish the job right there, but she didn’t want to do that. One day she’d tell Harry how to fuck her like she needs, but for right now, she’ll just torture herself a little longer. Maybe she deserves it. 
She hurried back to the bed as Harry came out of the bathroom in just a towel. She wanted him again, of course. How couldn’t she? She just crossed her legs and tried not to smile at him as he slipped back into his pants and pulled his shirt over his head. How was she ever supposed to resist him? 
“Are you hungry?” He sat at the foot of the bed to put his shoes on. She traced her foot along his back, feeling the muscles there shift every time he moved. He really was in shape. It was almost sickening. He reached back and grabbed her foot. “I’ll take you to breakfast if you want.” 
He didn’t get a response, he just got her clinging to his back with her legs on either side of him. He didn’t know what he did to deserve her kissing his neck, but he’s not going to question it. 
“Thank you for coming and making me feel better. You’re so sweet to me.” His head tilted at the feeling of her lips on his neck and he hummed. There’s no place he’d rather be. 
“You don’t have to thank me, (Y/N). I care about you, of course I’m going to do anything I can to make you feel better. Now where would you like to eat?”
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This could have three parts and maaaybe the other two are already completed but idk :D
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Sugar
Synopsis: One where YN is dragged along by Harry for Coachella but she ain't complaining
CW: smut
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YN never expected to ever step a foot outside of London until she has graduated and spent at least fifteen years of her life practicing Law until Harry asked her - no basically dragged her along with him to LA.
Who was Harry to her you may ask? He didn't liked the title but it is the truth that he's basically her sugar daddy.
He liked to say he is sponsoring her education for nothing in return. And it is also true that he hasn't gotten anything in return. Yet. Nor he expects it.
What an amazing sugar daddy he is!
But it eats away at YN's mind and heart seeing how much he spends on her. Her tuition fees and textbooks eat majority of what he spends on her. His hard earned money, he spent all his teenage years earning to be spent on her like pouring water into a river - it was pointless.
And exactly, it made no sense!
Not to her, when he doesn't expect anything in return from her, like other sugar daddies do, he expects no sexual favours or even public outing in return. But she was drowning in debt from her car loan, student loan and she was three months behind her rent and was just two days away from getting evicted from the flat she has been living in since she was eighteen. Her two jobs she worked weren't enough to get her by, even if she cut down on most essential things.
When and how Harry came as her saviour? How has her life been before they met each other? Those are stories for another time.
But she is really in fear of when his mood would strike and he'd ask her to suck his dick off for him, or fuck her to oblivion. Well, he doesn't seem that kind of guy but she has got major trust issues. Especially since this guy she dated tried to take her advantage when she was drunk her ass off, luckily for her that night her friends were with her. But men her whole life have been very unpredictable to her.
Apart from making out a couple of time, her and Harry haven't done anything. That too with her consent. He doesn't even holds her hand without asking her. He's nothing but just so kind, and nurturing, and caring, and soft, and calm, and patient, and the list goes on. But could it be a mask for something which doesn't or wouldn't favour her.
One thing she takes with her into getting in her career is fo never trust anyone. That's what she has been doing her whole life. She learned to never trust anyone at the very tender age of six.
Harry has, no doubt become first constant in her life. If not anything more he's a good friend. A very good friend, she might add.
And spoiler alert, she would admit that she has fallen for him hard.
There was a big internal turmoil she found herself in as she stepped on that private get with him that night. It was scary because she doesn't remember being on a plane, let alone a private jet with sofa like seats.
But she tried to negotiate in not going to LA with him. She fears. She fears of dying somewhere and her friends being unknown of that. What if he is a serial killer as well as a global star? You never know!
"But what about DumDum?" She asked, packing a duffle bag Harry got her last minute with a sweater and other small things as her only suitcase she own is full and very small for a two week long trip. "I can't leave him alone."
"That cat will be taken care of, sugar, don't worry about him." Harry sighed as he sat patiently on the edge of her bed.
"He is not just a cat, he is my son!" YN argued as she threw everything of makeup she owns in a small pouch. Yes she found that black ball of purring fur beside a dumpster not even a month ago, but she loves him very much - and the feelings are mutual! "Where is he going?"
"To the cat hostel." He shrugged.
"You are not sending my baby to a hostel. He is too young!" She gasped, "maybe, I shouldn't go. He needs me here."
"You are making bad excuses, Sugar, now stop stalling, we have to leave in ten minutes." Harry chuckled as he got up to gather the rest lf her stuff, her carry on bag pack he sees her carry everywhere she goes and her suitcase, and even put DumDum in his carrier. "There is a surprise for you there, come on now."
YN stood there on the other side of her bed, with a nervous and scared face, making him ask, "do you trust me?"
"No," she mumbled under her breath.
"What was that?" He enquired.
"I said, I can't afford the trip." She gulped, nervously. Harry kept the bag aside and set DumDum's carrier carefully on the floor before he walked upto her.
"Look, I won't force you anymore." He assured her, "wanted to keep this a surprise but, since you won't trust me. I'm taking you there with me is because Billie Eilish is performing there, and I can take you to watch her."
"What?"
"Mhmm," he nodded, "you appear to like her a lot, so yeah, I thought that would be a good early present for m'kitten."
"Wait, I, I don't like her." YN stuttered, deadass lying on his face but all he did was look down.
She was dressed Billie Eilish merch, a large Tshirt and sweat pants. There was a poster of the girl on her wall and her album vinyls too, even though she doesn't have a record player.
Harry also remembers her running back home after finding the things she's wearing at a thrift store, ranting and squealing about it and how good of a steal it was to both her best friends on a phone call as he waited for her to let him in with her.
Harry sent off DumDum with his other manager Tommy to be signed into a cat hostel.
To focus on one thing, YN is very nervous to fly in a plane for basically first time. It was killing her soul. She just sat there, looking like a scared little puppy in a corner seat when she got to know she can sit wherever she pleases.
"Hey, what's wrong love?" Harry asked.
"I'm just nervous to be on a plane." She shared, a sheepish smile on her face. He sat next to her.
"Here, you can hold my hand. But you've got nothing to worry about." He assured her, "our pilot is amazing, he's flown me many times around the world." He strapped her seat belt for her as she was fiddling with it.
"Oh, has he?"
"Mhmm." Harry nodded, "so it's okay, I know you worry a lot." He went to put on his own seatbelt.
"You're lying." She deadpanned.
"About what I'm lying you think?"
"That you know the pilot." She squinted her eyes at him, "Harry don't lie to me about this, it is going to make me more anxious. I might literally throw up on the floor."
He chuckled, "my love, wouldn't lie about this. I care about you, so of course I don't lie. Not to you at least."
"So you do lie?"
"What about we watch your favourite movies?" He suggested to distract her switching the subject.
Once about halfway to LA, YN was still anxious.
"YN, it's okay, love." Harry cooed, "I'm sorry I forced you to come along with me."
"No, I'm fine." She sniffled on her tears, taking in deep breaths.
Harry was genuinely feeling bad for dragging her along with him. He wasn't aware of her this fear or he would have never even mention it twice to her. All eight months he have spent with her, he'd come to conclusion that she's naturally very anxious person, that she is paranoid most of the time.
"We're almost there," he assured her. "I'm sorry again, love."
"Harry, no, it's okay." She cooed in attempt to make him feel better about this. It wasn't his fault that she's scared of her first time on a plane since she was a toddler. It was no one's fault.
"Do you want to get pizza after we land?" He asked, she loves pizza more than anything.
"I'd like that." She nodded.
"Thought so," he smiled pressing a kiss of her head.
There was definitely something reciprocated from his side, or at least that's what she likes to think about. The way he looks at her doesn't fail to make her skin heat up, or the way he call her all his sweet names. Her favourite was Bunny or Kitten.
Her friends would argue otherwise that it was normal for her fall for him when they're sleeping together and he's essentially taking care of her in a way, which isn't entirely true. He hasn't touched her in that way. Though she could feel the sexual tension in the room they're in.
Like now, as she sat next to him, hugging his arm as he read his book silently. He's a big reader she reckoned. He's always reading some or other book. She can never do that. He pulls it off too, with a pair of reading glasses perched up on his perfect nose.
She didn't realise when she fell asleep, but Harry woke her after they landed, she is indeed a heavy sleeper as he says. She didn't wake up when their plane landed.
"Did you had a good sleep, babylove?" He enquired, a sleepy look on his own face as he smiled at her.
"Yeah," she nodded smiling back. Harry leaned down to press another kiss on her head.
"C'mon love, let's go to our hotel now." He grabbed her stuff for her like a true gentleman he is out of the plane and handed it to one his guard so it can be put into the car.
YN was expecting a different room for herself but Harry had different plans she reckoned, they'd have to share a room. A suite to be exact, which was so fucking luxurious it made her own rented one bedroom flat like a dumpster in comparison.
It had it's own kitchen, a living room, a balcony, bedroom and en suite bathroom, a whole ass walk in closet! The sofa looked so luxurious she wouldn't mind switching it up with her bed at home.
"Are we going to share a room?" She asked.
"Sorry I didn't tell you about it, but yes, there are no more suites available whilst our stay here on this floor." Harry shared.
"Oh," was her reaction.
"Can get you different room on another floor if you're ot comfortable." He suggested.
"It's fine, I guess." She shrugged dropped her carry on bag on the floor as she checked out the room. She doesn't want him to spend on another room for no reason. She so badly wanted to jump on the bed and do a bounce test but she was afraid to break the frame as everything looked so expensive.
Her friends would have gone nuts at the site of this room alone, destroy the perfectly made bed in a matter of minutes. She'd join them too, without any hesitation!
Just as she was about to go to the balcony she felt a tug on her hand. Harry had pulled her in, he took a seat on the edge of the bed they were to share for their entire trip. He trapped her between his thighs, making her sit on his lap. It wasn't a new thing for him to be physical with her, she quite liked it. Afterall she's been deprived of physical touch with human her whole life, so she'd shamelessly indulge into his cuddles, and even sweet little kisses.
This all had no label to it, as he doesn't like the idea of giving their relationship a label of Sugar Daddy and Sugar baby. He hates that for some reason. Maybe she can call it friends with benefits? But they're lacking the benefits part to the major on his side.
She grabbed a gentle hold of his hand which was wrapped around her waist from behind to her side, he wasn't wearing his usual rings so it was easier for her slip her fingers between his. Feeling his warm palm against her own gave her a sense of security in some way. Which she doubts is healthy, to be dependent on someone like this, her therapist would agree to that if she even had one. But she doesn't care.
"Do you want to go get dinner tonight with me?" He asked.
"Mhmm," she nodded.
"What do you feel like eating, sugar?" He spoke, his mouth closer to her skin of her neck as he peppered her with ticklish kisses.
"I don't know," she shrugged, smiling, "I'll tell you when I decide."
"Yeah? I was going to say we go eat some Lebanese food?" He suggested, lifting his head up to look at her. He knows that's her favourite cuisine to have, the look on her face was what he was expecting.
"Yes!" She beamed.
"Thought you'd like the idea." He teased, "do you want to rest whilst I get few things sorted for the show tomorrow?"
"I'm fine, I'll just go take a shower." She said.
"Okay," he kissed her cheek, "wear something pretty for tonight, yeah?"
She just nodded dumbfounded. He has never asked her to wear something "pretty" before. It was not something she was expecting coming from him. What did he meant by that? Something pretty on the outside or inside?
She was going to embarrass herself if he meant something pretty inside with her granny panties.
She decided to stick to her usual regardless. She didn't packed anything necessarily pretty thinking she's not going to need any as being their normal self was something she was actually expecting.
None the less, the dinner was amazing!
"Harry, no!" She whined when she stole a Felafel from her plate, so in return she stole a Kebab from him.
"You're stealing."
"You started it."
And they play argued about it all night. Going back and forth from stealing from each other's plates, but ending up sharing anyway. Harry decided they walk back to their hotel, he was quite liking the weather he said.
He loves to walk, and she's not used to that much walking but she isn't going to complain because she is having an amazing time. By the end of the night, YN stopped him halfway on their way back to hotel to take off her heeled shoes.
"Here lemme do it," he crouched in front of her, placing her hand he had in his on his shoulder as he proceeded to take off her shoes for her.
"Harry you don't have-"
"Shush!" He sounded, "do you want to wear mine?"
"No, I can walk barefoot." She said, "thank you," watching him so focused in untying her shoes and not getting the lace tangled was so adorable to her. A stray curl managed to plop out of the mop of hair he had gelled down earlier to keep tame, he needed a hair cut he said but honestly she liked his hair like that. It was a bummer she did not felt she had the right to tell him that she should maybe opt not to cut it, she is not his girlfriend after all.
She tried to take her shoes from him but he did let her as he grabbed her hand with his free one again stood up.
"No problem," he pressed a soft kiss on the full of her mouth.
"Harry, we're on a street." She reminded her as he started walking again. All of a sudden he was now tall again to her being flat on her feet again.
"Are you afraid of PDA?" He scoffed confusedly.
"No, but allegedly you've got a girlfriend, you can't be caught like this." YN said.
"I could care less about it." Sighing, he draped his arm around her shoulder as he pulled her closer to him. Instead of feeling remorse she gave into the warmth radiating from him, she wouldn't want to be involved with him if he were in a relationship, it's just those PR articles which made her feel bad sometimes.
Once back in the hotel room, Harry let her go finally so she can get ready for bed.
"When did you get these?" Harry asked placing her shoes on aside.
"They're my friend's I borrowed for this trip." YN shared.
YN was having a good day, she decided as she managed to wash her make-up off without getting anything in her eyes and having a burning eye until morning. Her hair was acting amazingly. Her PJs felt more comfy tonight. The sheets on their bed were changed she noticed, they were nice and cold and cosy when she got under waiting for Harry who was taking way too long, she was going to fall asleep then and there.
"Did you had a good time today?" Harry asked when he got out of the shower, agressively rubbing his hair dry with his microfiber towel, a pair of basketball short hung on his hips. These little things about him were making her fall hard for him, uncontrollably.
It was going to be hard on her when things come to end with him eventually in future she reckoned. But she was going to cherish every moment of it till it lasts, she also decided.
"Don't rub on your hair like that!" She exclaimed. He just shrugged and threw his towel on the spare chair with rest of his random clothes there and got in bed next to her. He's a messy one and it for sure trigger her OCD in some matters.
"Why did you ask me to wear something pretty?" YN asked, catching him off guard. She isn't this unpredictable.
"Why? Are you wearing something pretty?" He counter questioned, brows furrowed in anticipation.
"No!" She had a sheepish look on her face, regretting ever asking that question, "I didn't bring anything pretty with me." That earned a heart chuckle from him.
"I don't expect you to, sugar okay?" He assured her. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable asking that."
"You just caught me off guard." She not so subtly scooted closer to him, "it's okay."
"Yeah?" He sounded, taking her in his arms gladly, "I wouldn't mind seeing you in something pretty you know? You look pretty in anything in my opinion."
"Shush, stop it now go to sleep you've got a show tomorrow." She put an end to this conversation. She is embarrassed okay!
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YN felt left out most of the time when she's surrounded by people Harry have known for years. All of them are older than her. She doesn't know many of them. Most of them look at her like she's some alien. Just the girls from the love band really put in effort to be nice to her and actually talk to her kindly from Harry's team. Especially Harry's manager and his wife and his pretend partner gave her constant side eyes. She feel out of place.
She didn't wanted to be there. She felt cold of a sudden, maybe it was the skimpy crop top she wore today deciding it's going to be hot. She even tried to distract herself by going to the Pleasing store there and even getting her nails done even though she never liked it one bit. It made everything worse when she saw Harry having lunch with the woman she felt so jealous of, for a few pictures whilst she was gone. He then was dragged over for the sound check for the night.
She'd put so much effort into her look today for the first time in life. She wore the crop top she crocheted herself, even did her makeup, red eyeliner with cherries and strawberries under each one winged out pigment she spent and hour drawing this morning. But now she just wanted to and bury herself in piles of blankets and disappear from the face of the planet.
"Harry?" YN went over to him when he was done. She grabbed onto the hem of the yellow Pleasing hoodie he was wearing to tug on it to get his attention.
"Yes, my love?" He gave her his undivided attention without any hesitation, "you look so red, did you not put on any sunscreen, baby?" He was already dragging her to the shade by his trailer she thought but instead he took her inside. "Are you okay?"
"I want to go back to our hotel." She said, looking for her carry on she left somewhere.
"Are you okay?" He repeated his question.
"I just want to go back, I don't want to be here. Does it look like I am okay?" She snapped panicking to find her bag so she can leave.
"Hey, hey, sit down here." He made her sit on the sofa there, "what is going on? It's alright, you know you can tell me, baby." He assured her, "you trust me?"
"I just don't like the way they treat me." She admitted. He watched as the corners of her mouth started tucking down with a sad pout becoming more prominent as she tried to hold back her tears.
"Who are they you're talking about, sugar?" He really got worried, because he wouldn't want anyone to treat someone who's become so dearly precious to him badly. Especially given the setting of things they had agreed verbally upon to be in with one another. "Is it just one person?"
"I don't want to name any names, Harry, I just want to be alone now." She really seemed on the edge of a breakdown now. "Find my bag please?" She now felt the heat her body was disguising during her moment of panic, she started sweating all of a sudden, her lips have turned white till then.
"I'm not letting you be alone like this, look at you." He sighed, quickly fetching her a bottle of water from the portable fridge. He had never seen her like this since he first saw her at the bar in the hallway to the bathroom about to pass out, that's how he met her, took her out to the fresh air and gave her water. She wasn't crying that night but she was in same state of anxiety.
"No, I just want to go back." She mumbled quietly.
"C'mere." He ushered her towards him wrapping her up in his arms once again. She was quick to bury her face in his chest, even sobbing when she felt the weight of his hand on the back of her head caressing her hair. That one gesture made every anxious feeling she carried about him and her in a second. "Hey it's okay." He decided it's better to have that moment until she calms down herself. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"
"Not now." She shook her head.
"You still want to go back to hotel?" He asked.
"Yes, please!"
"Okay, come on we'll get you there now, yeah?"
Despite her protesting that she can go by herself, Harry drove her to the hotel himself. Made sure she was still doing okay before he left for the show tonight.
"YN, you feeling okay now?" He asked. She has been lying in bed from past three hours with AC on full blast with the blanket pulled over to her ear with her back faced to him.
She was feeling horrible. For having a sudden breakdown whilst he was just trying to work. She did not expected to have this kind of reaction to hear Jamie, his pretend girlfriend and his manager Jeffery, talk shit about her behind her back like that. She has bad that happen to her all her life. This one got to her because those were complete strangers to her with very false assumptions about her. Her mind was racing again.
Maybe she should just...
"YN, talk to me baby." She was interrupted by Harry, she could feel his warmth and weight on her upper bod. Realising he was leaning onto her as if to hug her. He likes his hugs and never compromises on them, but he's heavy even though he appears to be dainty and delicate in person. He's six feet tall for gods sake and her five and half feet body could take so much of that weight.
"You're heavy." She mumbled.
"Oh, I'm sorry." He chuckled moving away just enough so she can trun on her back, "you're feeling okay now?"
"A little." She nodded, earning herself an affectionate kiss on the apple of her cheek.
"You want to come see me then at the show?" He asked, hopeful that she'd go because he's got a tiny surprise for her.
"I don't know." She said hesitantly. "I'm sorry."
"You want to tell me why, hm? Never seen you cry like that before, sugar, is everything okay?" He requested, stressing on the subject a bit more. He knew someone was being rude and mean to her and he needed to know who it was.
"I heard Jamie and Jeffery talking about how I'm taking advantage of you, and I'm hogging all your money. You just don't see that according to them." She blurt out feeling safe to be vulnerable enough to share how she was truly feeling and what and who made her feel that way, "I just don't want to deal with that and please don't say anything to either them. I want to stay in. That really made me upset because somewhere it's the truth."
"Oh my little love," he sighed, "that's not true. No one can tell me what to do with my earnings, you're not hogging all of it, okay? Don't let get to you please? No one can tell you what you feel is wrong or what you do is wrong unless you're not hurting anyone. You're the kindest and sweetest one I've met in painfully long time, I've never once felt that you're taking advantage of me. In fact if it were anyone else they'd probably ask for more than what I have to offer, you put up a fight against me if I try to get you something, that's enough for me to trust you, okay? What we have is not anyone's business to talk about but us."
"Since we're being vulnerable here, I want to tell you that you become very precious to me. I've grown to care about you." He grabbed her hand in a gentle hold, as he pushed her hair out her face with his free hand. "I am sorry for not listening to you here, but I'm going to have a conversation about this with Jeffery. He's my friend doesn't mean he can talk shit about people I care for, okay?"
"Okay." She nodded, "thank you. And I'm sorry. I promise I'll return you every penny I've borrowed once I have a proper job after graduation. And ehm-"
"Don't talk about that." He interrupted her, "now do you still want to stay in here? I was hoping you'd come see me play, Shania Twain is performing with me."
That made her freeze there. She's been obsessed with Shania Twain since she met Harry, he introduced her to the artist and she's never stopped listening to her since. But she'd still rather stay in than even see Jamie's face for saying those disgusting things about her which Harry doesn't know and will never know.
"I'll watch it from here." She suggested, "I just really don't want to go there, want to be alone."
"Okay, I won't force you." He agreed, "you want me to order you something for dinner?"
"I think I'll go out to this restaurant I saw," she shrugged, "before your performance starts."
"You promise you're going to eat?" He asked.
"I promise." She held out her small pinky making him giggle, he wrapped his own around hers and kissed it to seal their promise.
"You got your nails done?" He beamed seeing her red and baby teal blue shade, "even like your makeup and this pretty top you made. You're so talented, baby." He leaned down to pepper her face with sloppy wet kisses, making her giggle, "I am gonna steal it from you."
"I'll make you one so we can match." She suggested.
"Yeah?" He looked at her, "I'd love that, kitten."
"I think you should go before you manager calls you." She reminded him. He dropped his head low sighing, their cheeks touching each other she could feel his stubble poke against her skin.
He didn't wanted to leave her alone!
"Don't wait up for me, okay? I'll leave as soon as I am done." He mumbled before lifting himself up from her finally, press a tender kiss on her mouth and then on the corner of her lips.
"Okay." She nodded.
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Harry came back by around half past one, found the bedroom lights in the suite turned off. But he saw a yellowed blue-light of phone illuminating YN's face there as she lied on their shared bed texting.
"Hi lovie, you didn't sleep?" He walked over to her not bothering to turn on the lights and ruin the calm atmosphere she had created in there.
"No, I was talking to Brielle. She said your performance was amazing." YN shared as she sat up and locked her phone when he sat next to her there.
"Thank her from me." He smiled, "I'll go and shower, okay? Be with you in ten."
"Take your time." She said. He was still wearing the outfits he wore whilst performing, "I really like your outfit."
"Thank you baby, I knew you're gonna like it." He beamed glanced down at his outfit once. "Go to bed now, we're going out tomorrow morning."
"Mhmm." She nodded, "I want a kiss."
"C'mere then," with his hand behind her neck he drew her closer to him with a tilt to her head, he connected their mouths together. Keeping it short and sweet for now he pulled away but got a kiss on his cheek. "Is that enough to hold you off till I shower?"
"Mhmm." She nodded again, he pressed another little peck on her mouth before retrieving entirely.
"I'll be back, yeah?" He ran to shower gathering a change of clothes, just a pair of boxers and basketball shorts he liked to wear to bed.
He looked very happy. He sang songs from his new album tonight which she's heard before, he played the album to her after he was fully done by it to get her views on it as she hardly listened to his music. Seeing that dimpled smile of his warmed her heart so much.
She got out of bed to go fetch the little chocolate cake pastries she got for dessert but saved to share it with. She did went out to get dinner, ate some nice Gnocchi, on her way back she stopped at a bakery to get the last slice of chocolate cake. It's been sitting in the mini fridge of the hotel room since. She was proud of herself to say the least for going out on her own and ordering for herself. Ordering her meals or coffee gave her serious anxiety, resulting her to more home cooked meal which took pride in, but when she was feeling shit and didn't wanted to cook she'd just had settle on a pizza she'd order from an application so she wouldn't have to talk to a person on a phone call. She was feeling shit today but still made an effort to go out herself.
"Did you get dinner baby?" He asked as he came out of the shower, towel drying his hair quite vigorously.
"Yes. And I got us cake!" She announced earning a confused glance from him. "What?"
"You really went out?" He asked even though the cake from a bakery was very big evidence she did. "There was nothing charged on my card."
"You gave me your card three months to get you coffee on my way back from errands once and refuse to take back doesn't mean I'm going to use it." She proceeded to take out a slice of cake for herself from the box because it looked so fucking delicious and she couldn't wait, he went back in the bathroom for some reason.
"I gave it to you for the exact reason. Haven't yet got the time to get you one with your name." He sat next to her, dipping his head down he have a kiss on her cheek. "I am so proud of you for going out on your own, sugar." It was the truth. She'd only go out to eat when with him (or her best friend Brielle a handful of times), he ordered for her everytime knowing pretty well she'd rather stall all night that actually talk to a waiter to tell them what she wants to eat at their restaurant.
"Thank you." She smiled. "Did you had your dinner?"
"Mhmm." He nodded, proceeded to ask, "What else did you do today?"
"I stayed in bed and watched you perform. Shania looked so pretty!" She shared. "Also did a little face mask."
"Without me?" A little upset pout took over his lips.
"We can do one tomorrow." She suggested taking his faux-upset look to heart, but he grinned not bothering to correct her adorable concern. She offered him a bite of the cake on the one-time-use wooden spoon which he gladly accepted, she got it for both of them to share. "It's so good, isn't it?" She searched his face for a reaction excitedly.
"It is baby." He agreed. "Too sweet for me though, you can have the rest."
By the time she finished up her cake she filled him with the tea of this on going drama in her friend circle. Apparently one of her classmate got pregnant with the guy who she was cheating on her boyfriend with, now the guy doesn't want to be involved in the scene by all mean and with all his rights and it's created his huge entertaining drama around it. Her friend Brielle takes in huge interest in gossips. And that why even though YN's known the girl her whole life she doesn't tell her more than just a few bullet points with anything Harry and her related. She respects his privacy and doesn't want her friend to go and accidentally spill all the information to everyone. Though she haven't yet told anyone about YN and Harry, which is a good thing that she promises to keep it the same way.
Harry threw her the trash for her watching her mood lifted from earlier today. He did had a talk with Jamie and Jeffery after the show though.
"Oh, I have a few things to show you." YN remembered watching Harry get in bed with her, "where is my phone?" She looked around.
"I don't know?" He looked under the blanket and pillows.
"Maybe I left it outside." She got out of bed and ran out to look for her phone.
Harry didn't know if she really remembers what she's wearing considering it's three in the morning. It was pretty rare for her to prance around like that just in a pair of panties and one of his shirts which is always too large for her somehow. She just runs away to put on a pair of pants when he's around and he respects that though he wouldn't mind.
"I saw this man walking his cat on a leash." She spoke entering the room with her phone in her hands, her pretty face illuminated under the blue light as she searched for something she wants to show him. "I want to train DumDum like this."
"Do you want to get in bed with me first, sweet girl?" He suggested, eyeing her up and down and then up again. Caught. She looked down at her state of clothing, the shirt barely covered her ass.
"I'll go put some pants on, sorry," she kept her phone on the side table in hurry. She didn't mind what she wore, she's grown to love her body, she liked to go to bed properly clothed in respect to Harry when he's around. It might make him uncomfortable, there are chances. She respects his personal space and boundaries like he does.
"It's alright sweet girl, c'mere, it's hot for you to sleep in sweats. I don't mind come on." He urged her. "I'm half naked too."
"Go put a shirt on!" Her fake scold sent him into a fit of laugh that he missed watching her snuggle up next to him. She showed him the pictures and videos she took of the cat she was talking about, apparently he was named Sushi and was there ar the shushi restaurant next to the one YN went to eat Shushi. "He's going to love your song Music For Sushi Restaurant."
"Mhmm, I wrote that so g about him." Harry pointed out, "look he's got green eyes." He zoomed in on the picture of the cat making YN giggled, she locked her phone and kept it away to get under blanket with him. Harry couldn't help but get a peek at the baby blue of her cotton panties she was wearing. He just pulled her in a bear cuddle letting her use his bicep as a pillow wrapping his free arm around her waist. His nose skimming against her, he closed his eyes feeling her soft breaths warm up his skin. "What happened today, won't happen again baby. Not on my watch, okay?"
"I'm okay now." She assured him, "it just hurt in that moment."
"I want you to tell me of it happens again." He said with a firm tone, "won't tolerate it again."
"I will." She pressed a tender kiss with all lovely feelings she has harboured for him during their time together as she proceeded to snuggle into him their cheeks pressed together in feathery contact. She could feel his hand wander lower and lower, over the expanse of her bum and back up sneaking under her shirt a little, it was set into pattern now.
"You're comfortable?" He asked, she knew exactly about what and it had her nodding her head gently. She liked the way he was touching her, it was first but she was already addicted. He's never gone this far ahead touching her affectionately before, so it was pretty intimate for her. Last two days spent with him without going out for work or anything, she felt safe with him. Her fear of chances of him being a secret serial killer had vanished just today though it didn't kill all of her anxiety, it is going to take time for her.
His wandering hand snuck under her shirt feeling adventurous running up her side over her tummy, she suddenly didn't felt uncomfortable with her not-flat stomach. Letting him to whatever was best decision, she decided as it was making all happy feelings having a firework in her skull. It only got more as she felt butterflies floating up to her brain processing brushes of his lips on her neck and shoulder. Feeling tingly in between her legs she squirmed under his touch there.
YN was pushed gently to lay on her back with his hands under her head even though there was a fluffy pillow to protect her. She cracked open her eyes to find him hovering over her, close enough to feel his soft exhales on her skin. His hand still under her shirt slowly creeping up to rest to her ribs closer to the swells of her breast before he stopped. The lack of another layer of clothing under her shirt added just more to his anticipation and cravings of her, even though he's never had in this way before.
"This okay?" He asked, earning just a nod from her, "I'm gonna need words baby, yes or not?"
"Yes." She rushed. A rewarding kiss was pressed on the corner of her mouth as his fingers squeezed gently around her breast. She gasped softly. He rolled over her, making sure to not put any on his weight on her as he managed to fit between thighs. With his knees folded her sat on his knees to look at her.
"Thought you said you didn't brought anything pretty with you," a comment on her baby blue cotton panties had her flushed in a second, "you brought your pretty self." He added with a smirky grin on his face, dimples appearing on his cheek and all. "Do you want to tale this off?" His other hand snuck under her shirt.
"Would you want that?" She asked biting down her lip in anticipation.
"It's not entirely about me, would you want that?" He shook her head, still affectionately caressing her sides.
"I want that." She consented, having him help her slip her arms out of the shirt and have him carefully pull it over her head.
"Hi," he greeted with a chuckle watching her shake her head in attempt to move her hair off her face.
"Hi," she beamed at him.
"You're so pretty baby," he glanced at her longingly before he leaned down to kiss her with more affection, pressing his mouth on her a little too hard but she isn't complaining, "perfect for me, can tell already!" She kissed him back with same affection if not more. "You okay with me loving on you?"
"It is okay." She confessed.
"Yeah?" He was amused and smitten by her in the moment.
Harry left a trail of soft, sloppy wet kissed down her jaw to her neck. Lingering that much longer on her pulse, it was surely going to leave a mark with the way he sucked on her soft skin before he kept down lower and lower. Giving the peaks of her breasts attention, one hand wrapped around one as he wrapped his lips around the peaks of her nipple sucking that little harder each time, rolling the other in between his thumb and forefinger. That alone had her squirming and gasping as she felt the pool of wetness in between her legs grow.
"That's okay, don't hold your pretty sounds back, sugar, lemme hear them." He urged her hearing a soft squeal from her.
"I won't, I won't, please don't stop." She mumbled.
"Wasn't planning on bunny," he looked at her smirking all while searching her face as he let his hands wander even lower between her hands, brush of his fingers over the wet patch on her panties was enough to make her gasp again, louder this time. "Y'like that, sugar?"
"Mhmm, yes!" She nodded throwing her head back as he pressed his fingers harder on her clit, setting a rhythm of circled pattern causing another firework all over her brain. It felt different from the times she does it herself for sure. "More, please!" She requested, pulling him closer with his face cupped in her palms for a kiss. And he gave her more.
"Feel good, sugar?" He asked urging her, his finger tips running soft circles on her clit. "Wanna taste you, baby, would you mind that."
"No," she nodded followed by a soft whimper, "please." Just on request he pushed himself up so sit on his heels as he pulled down her panties. Taking a moment to look at her as she was lied there in layered in dreamy haze. He definitely did not expected this even though he started it but he isn't going to complain. He moved them both so he was now kneeling on the floor as he tugged her down with his hands wrapped from under her thighs. Without saying anything he started with pressing sloppy wet kisses up her skin. Hearing little whimpers of request for him to stop teasing, not giving into her begging he threw her legs over his shoulders to reach of her hand and intertwine their fingers together. He pushed her thighs apart licking a bold stripe over her clit before he was going down to her slit having her already shuddering under his touch. Pressing his mouth on the full of her pussy with the shake of his head making her clench her thighs around his head.
Propping herself on her elbows to look at his ministrations he wasn't going to stop anytime soon, nor she wanted him to. He saw him glancing up at with his mouth still attached to her core, with his free arm flexing which could only tell that he's jerking himself. That just edged her closer to her high. His humming of pleasure sending waves of vibration down her spin making her let slip her own moans.
"Are you going to cum, baby?" He asked pulling away just enough before diving back in the sweetness he seemed to be already addicted to. He was in complete sense of euphoria, buried in between her legs being the best decision he's made.
"Yes! Oh, Harry!" She let out her little whimpers.
"Yeah? Cum for me baby," he urged her, "lemme taste it, you taste so good!" His tongue lapping over her slick pussy he guided her through her high, hearing her little soft whimpers of pleasure. Sucking at her slit as his nose nudged against her clit with a particular hard shake of his mouth. He proceeded to lick her clean telling her how good of a girl he was for him. He could have a go again if she'd let him, but he pulled away with a last firm kiss placed on her clit before he rose up to check on her. He lied there like an angel falled right from heaven with her chest heaving, eyes shuttered closed in bliss. He leaned over to press a kiss on her cheek to get her attention.
"You doing alright baby?" He asked.
"Mhmm." She nodded, leaning into him being fond of the closeness she felt with him in that moment, it was very different than she's used to but god she didn't want it to end.
"Did so good, m'good girl you are." He praised her. His nose skimming against her before he placed his lips against her. She could taste herself which the natural taste of him she was grown so familiar with, but she pulled away with his face cupped in between the plams of her hands
"Did you finish?" She asked.
"You saw me, didn't you?" He smirked pressing on the tip of her nose he rested his forehead on hers, "I didn't. But don't worry about me now, tonight is about you, my little love."
"I want to help you." She urged him, "only if you let me." She felt his chest heave as he took in a long breathe as if he was contemplating. "Please?"
"Yeah? You want to help me?" He asked earning a sound of hum from her, "can I cum on your tummy then, don't want you to do anything while you're so tired."
"Uh-huh!" She nodded, "want you to feel good."
"Move up for me then, baby." He urged her to move up on the mattress, she did exactly watching him shimmy off his boxers and shorts fully before he managed to fit himself in between her thighs just like he was not even five minutes ago before he pulled her to the edge of their shared bed. "You sure you want this, baby?"
"I want it." She said, softly with a jerky nod of her head desperate to see him feel the same he saw her feel. It took everything in her to not touch him, especially when he hasn't given her his consent to do so as she watched him wrap his fingers around his cock, sliding his hand up and down slowly. YN looked up at him with her lip buried under her teeth. "Are you close?"
"So close," he shared, deep rumble of moans left his kiss swollen lips as he jerked himself over her. YN felt butterflies in her tummy all over again, wanting so badly to help but he won't let her touch him in anyway. She needed to find a way to urge him like he did.
"I want you to cum for me, Harry." She said, resting her hand over his which he had propped on the full of her thigh, running her palm up and down his forearm. "Are you going to?"
"Fuck yes, baby!" He moaned as his eyes shuttered closed. He couldn't help the smile taking over his lips as he heard her speak those words.
"Look at me, Harry!" She demanded, with all her rights making him instantly follow her words. He sat back on his heels as his fucked his own hand looking at her. Just the sight of her lied there bare had his cum spurring out with couple of hard strokes of his hand, landing right in between valley of her breasts.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum." He told her.
"Please cum for me." He urged him more, lacing fingers of his free hand with her. Enough for him to cum all over her making a mess of both of them until his cock went soft in his hand with heavy and breathy moans filling their room. With a soft tug at his hand she pulled over her as soon as he was done, pressing soft and lazy kisses on his cheek. "Made me cum so hard, baby, thank you."
A soft chuckle left her own kiss swollen lips, "it's two ways, right? You made me feel good too."
"Mhmm," he nodded.
"I want to help you next time like you helped me." She shared, "please?" Just the mention of a next time made Harry want to go at it again, but she looked tired, really tired he could tell by the tone of her voice.
"I promise, my love." He agreed. "Come on, let's take a quick shower then we can get dressed and go to bed. Got you all tired, didn't I?"
"Yeah!"
With his arm's wrapped around her waist he picked up with no efforts as made a way to their en suite bathroom. He carefully placed her on her wobbly feet stealing in a few tender kisses from her mouth.
"Need to get us a change of clothes, go on and get in first I will join you, okay baby?" He suggested earning an upset pout from her, "promise won't take long." He kissed her pout away before he stepped away and stepped out of bathroom reminding her, "make sure you take a wee too."
His casualness made her shudder in cringe on herself. How and why did she find that weird, whilst it's something important she does? He casualness wasn't something she found cringey but the feeling that took over her. But brushing it away she did what he said so and got into shower settings the water to luke warm even though she's used to taking burning hot showers. In no time Harry was joining her like he promised and helped her clean up the mess he made of the pair of them, making sure to give her extra kisses and praises.
"Harry?" She spoke as he wrapped a towel around her before her wrapped one around his hips.
"Hmm?" He sounded, proceeding to dry her off so she wouldn't catch a cold, "what is it lovie?"
"That was my first time being intimate with anyone." She confessed, with a hint of fear she might upset him for something.
"You didn't tell me?" He stopped dead on his tracks, "why baby?"
"I don't know," she shrugged, "I'm sorry, I should've."
"You should've told me, yeah," he agreed resuming his work of drying her off, "but I should've asked you. And it's okay."
"You didn't know."
"I know baby, but I started it, didn't I?" He sighed.
"Did I make you upset?"
"No, but I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable in anyway." He shared, leaving the towel draped over her shoulders as he reached for the pair of panties he got for her from her suitcase. He crouched, "step in."
"You didn't," she told him as she stepped into the pair of clothing and watched him pull it up her thighs to her waist, "you made me feel so safe."
"I did?"
"Mhmm." She nodded watching him reach for his hoodie he got got her, "I don't quite feel comfortable with myself, but I felt it with you. I should've told you." His shoulders deflated hearing her words, it was quite emotional thing for her he could tell and she isn't the most open person he's met but at least she's telling him the truth now. And he's glad he didn't gave into her begging of wanting to help him like he did. They can go slow if she wanted to do anything like that again.
"Precious, look at me." He set her up on the counter top next to the sink and stood in between her thighs, "thank you so much for telling me the truth." He started, his hands warming the sides of her hips, "I don't know how I feel, but it's okay, just need you to know that you can tell me anything next time when we're doing something intimate. Now I wanna everything. You said it's two ways, right?"
"Mhmm."
"Then that's how it's going to be." He stated quite firmly yet with tender feeling towards her, "like I told you, you're very precious and wouldn't want to do anything-even unintentionally- to hurt you, my love, okay?"
"Okay, I will." She agreed on it, earning the prettiest smile and a gentle kiss from him. "I don't want it." She refused watching him bunch up the hoodie he got for her to the neckline.
"Why not baby?"
"I want to cuddle close to you." She shared.
"You sure, you won't be cold?"
"No," she shook her head. He put on his own boxers before he was picking her up again, her legs wrapped around his hips and arms draped around his shoulders. He whispered his sweet nothings to her making a way back out with their half bare selves, as her soft giggles filled their room. He lied her down gently on their shared bed joining her closely. Wrapping her in duvet.
"Good night, sugar." He kissed her temple.
"Good night." She whispered snuggling as humanly close to him as possible.
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The morning after was nothing but sweet and tender for YN, she was woken up by soft whispers from Harry. A huge breakfast in bed, and even bigger snuggle sesh as they watched her favourite show before getting into a warm bath together in the afternoon and get ready for the evening.
Harry took her to the Billie Eilish merch shops, bought her almost every single item they had to offer despite her little protests, and extra pair of sweats and crewneck for her best friend as her birthday present from both of them. They spent their time watching few of his favourite artists playing all the while without catching anyone's attention with Jamie and Jeffery with them. YN found it very weird as anywhere Jamie goes they have camera's following them but she wasn't complaining.
"Harry, can we go out to get dinner?" She suggested on their way back to their hotel.
"Where do you want to go, baby?" He asked, opening the door for her with his free hand as he held the bags with her new clothes, be let her in first.
"I don't know, I feel like eating rice cakes." She shared.
"Yeah? We can go to my favourite Korean restaurant then." He set her bags down by her duffle bag which was spilling out with stuff she had carelessly stuffed inside.
They just did that. Alone they both went to get dinner like their first night in LA. She taught Harry how to use chopsticks, laughing as she watched him still struggle. He stuck to using fork and spoon as they ate. They ordered a few desserts which Harry hardly ate from before they headed back to Coachella to watch Billie perform.
"You didn't eat any dessert." She pointed out as he walked just behind her, "we could have ordered something you like?"
"What if I tell you, I want my sugar for dessert, hm?" He leaned in closer to her ear, "tasted you once can already rell you're the sweetest dessert there's ever going be." He whispered, making goosebumps take over her skin.
"I don't mind that."
"I know you don't," he cooed, "would take you back with me now but we're here for you, aren't we? Unless you want to go back to our hotel."
"We can wait." She said, firmly, not wanting to give into his teasing even though she could feel those same tingles in between her legs as last night. Harry didn't said anything as they proceeded to walk towards the VIP area to watch her favourite singer.
It was a bummer Harry wasn't her favourite singer, but he's certainly her favourite in other ways.
YN had to walk next to Jeffery and Glenn as Jamie and Harry walked together. She was already craving the warmth of his palm against her watching his hand wrapped around someone elses. Yes, she felt the tinge of jealousy creep up in her mind and heart even though everything was just for show. It wasn't until a few songs in YN felt Harry tugging towards him to make her stand right in front of him as he wrapped his arms around smaller frame, she felt a soft press of his lips on her head through the hood she had up oh her head. Now that made that teeny bit jealousy go away for a second before she noticed Jamie was stood right next to him.
"Do you not want to take videos?" Harry wondered.
"Oh yeah," she realised as she fished out her phone from her pocket, and turned on the video to later send it to her friend and post it on her stories and keep it back in her pocket to enjoy the moment in person. Harry still had her caged in between his arms, their fingers intertwined together. YN brought their hands upto her lips before placing a soft kiss on the back of his hands before placing the bundle of their hands over her chest, letting his sway them both to the soft music of Ocean Eyes now playing.
Harry pushed her closer to him with his hand on her chest, holding flush against his own. "Gimme a kiss." His voice soft, just for the two of them.
"We're out." She reminded him. She cared for his public image. And to the public he was dating Jamie and if anyone saw him kissing her, he'd be a cheater which she would never want for him.
"I don't give a fuck, now gimme a kiss or I might die because of lack of kisses from my baby." He said, as dramatically as he could making her giggle before she turned her head to look at him. He dipped his head down desparately to button his mouth of her, he turned her around so he can indulge in the contact better.
He had her wrapped up in his arms for entire time they were there. His heart felt full whenever he is with her and that's what he wanted her to feel until Jeffery had to drive buldozer of his bullshit over their sweet time together saying people have started to notice he's not close to Jamie but someone else and had escorted them out of there.
YN felt so hurt, she was really just someone else? Why wouldn't his team address her like a human being but as if she's some weird mutated creature Harry liked to be around? She walked beside Glenn watching Jamie take a hold of Harry's hand, even proceeding to cling to his arms giggling her way out at something Jeffery said. She could see Harry's face as he walked ahead of her this time.
Jamie has been doing nothing but plaguing their time together. Worse part was thar Harry gave into it, even though he's obliged to do so. Not even just now but it's been like this since a month after Harry met her and he had to get into this pr relationship, it was very annoying from day one. Especially since Jamie hated her for apparently no reason at all. And so did Harry's team, especially his manager.
Well, YN didn't had any right to be that upset it's not like she's his girlfriend. She's just someone's he basically pays to hang with him throwing away the fact that she would do all this without any conditions because she fallen in love with him. You don't put any conditions in front of a person you love so much.
Love is always supposed to be unconditional, she knew that.
She brushed it off and decided to walk ahead and get in the car in back seat knowing very well she'll be told to do so when Harry's driving, there are paps called outside and many screaming fans stood there with their cameras out. Harry drove off to their hotel, everyone annoyingly stayed at the same hotel.
YN still walked ahead and stook the stairs instead not wanting paps to even click even a single picture of her. As a college student with almost all of her batch being Harry's fan was mot going to make her life any easier than it already is. But she truly felt bad. Be isn't going to back off his backend deal with the movie he worked in for some girl he met more more than half year ago and pays for her college for her. That's some weird ass shit she thought is going on there. All her life she's felt unwanted and worthless and being around his people makes it even worse even when he insists he wants her in his life.
She one stupid to fall for him.
She reached the fourth floor huffing and puffing looking through her phone to distract her mind from wandering from streets to gutters. She bumped into Harry stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, an upset look over his features.
"Why didn't you get in the lift?" He asked her.
"I didn't wanted any pictures taken of me on accident." She said walking down the corridor to their shared room. He followed her like lost little puppy trying to keep up with her fast footsteps.
"Hey, what's wrong love? I'm sorry we had to leave early." He cooed trying to still catch upto her, he hated how down far their room was, "she's performing next weekend too we can stay till the very end, sugar!" Finally they came to their room and YN tried to open the door with spare key card she had, but struggled to do so with her vision blurred out by her tears. Harry calmly took the key from and opened the door leading her in he shut the door behind them making sure to lock it. He walked her inside and made her sit on their bed and took a seat on the yellow ottoman in front of her.
"What's wrong?" He asked again.
"I don't know." She shook her head, pulling her hand away from his grip.
"I know you know when you say that," he sighed, "what made you this upset, my love? Why are you crying?" He waited patiently for her answer his concerns but she didn't, she's very stubborn when it comes to sharing her feelings. "If you don't tell me what's wrong then how I'm gonna help you fix it?"
"I don't know."
"You want me to assume what happened?" He asked even though he had no assumptions about what must went down.
"I don't know."
"YN c'mon stop being stubborn, baby, I'm tryin' to figure out what got you all upset when you were so happy." His shoulders slumped in defeat, he ran a heavy hand over his face and through his hair. "Fine if you're not going tell me."
"I wasn't." She deadpanned. A heavy sigh he released calmed him down.
"What are you upset about, my love?" He asked, again, with much more patience than before.
"It's embarrassing." She shook her head, dismissing the thought of wanting to share that she's jealous of his pretend girlfriend because she's fallen head over heels for him after he'd shown just some affection towards her.
"You know I would never judge you," he cooed to her, reassuring her as took a gentle hold of her hands. Still amused by how much smaller her hands were in compare to his, they fit perfectly in his like that last piece puzzle. "Did Jamie or anyone said anything mean to you again?"
"No," she looked down at their joined hands in her lap.
"Are you upset we left early?"
"I didn't liked the way Jeffery had us escorted back to hotel because he saw people were starting to, to notice us, us sharing a kiss." She stuttered through her little complain, "I, I don't like it when she's around whenever we're out and I have to be pretend I'm not someone to you."
"But you're everything to me." He confessed, "and I mean it. I am really sorry you feel that way, sugar. I promise we're going out when she's not around, yeah? It is just going to be us, I promise."
"You do?" She asked.
"Mhmm, I do." He nodded, "see it was that easy to fix this, didn't need to cry on this." He wiped off her tears from her face, holding both her hands in one of his as if she's going to run away. "Did you get jealous of Jamie hogging all of our alone time?"
"I did." She cemented, without any hesitation glaring at him for his unnecessary teasing in the moment.
"I'm sorry," he rushed, "but you do know I don't even look at her, don't you? You know I'm coming back to you at the end kf the day, don't you?" He wasn't even trying to conceal the little he'd harboured on her now. Not when their alone time being invaded made her that upset for her to shed tears. "You've got nothing to worry about you know that, don't you?"
She gave him another jerky nod of her head, "mhmm, I know."
"Then gimme me a hug now." He dropped her hands just so he can wrap him up in his arms, she had hers tucked in between them. He even peppered the exposed skin of her face with as many kisses as he could.
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maddie7writes · 9 months
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𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄
paring : harry styles x reader
content : sexual assault, traumatic sexual experiences, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort
summary : harry and y/n had been handling y/n’s past sexual experiences and working to make sure y/n feels safe and comfortable in any intimate setting, and it all comes crumbling down when they see y/n’s assaulter out in public
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being with harry had challenges, such as a lack of privacy, his narcissism, causing a constant power struggle, his work life balance, the book of mental health problems between the two of harry and y/n led to the most imperfect of perfect relationships.
there whole relationship from the day they met had been a challenge, and that’s what excited them. a goal to work towards, and someone to compete with who will celebrate just as hard with you, and loose just as hard with you. they loved it.
but there was one challenge both of them preferred mot to touch, and that was y/n’s past sexual traumatic experiences. harry had found out about them earlier than both of them would have preferred but he couldn’t have handled it better.
they had just finished there fourth date, harry was driving y/n back to her house with a large grin on his face as she buzzed on and on about the amazing movie they had just seen. it was one of harry’s favorite things about her, how excited she got over the simple things in life.
the two had held hands throughout the movie, and that was as far as the two had gone other then the gentle forehead kiss y/n got at the end of the night as a parting gift. harry’s hand twitched, craving a more intimate touch but not wanting to move to fast. as she began to talk about the female lead (whom harry knew but he’d tell her that later) he carefully placed a heavy ringed hand on her knee, and her once brighter then life conversation with mainly herself died to a silence and harry’s sublime CD swallowed the car.
y/n thought the car would swallow her whole. her eyes were trained on harry’s veiny and ringed hand as his hand gently brushed the side of her knee, she tried to relax and put a soft smile on her face but her eyes just got glossy and the smile she had trained more then she thought possible wouldn’t appear.
“y/n?” harry’s hand froze and so did he as he looked over and saw y/n having an internal battle with herself. she hummed and looked over at harry, bright doe eyes trying there hardest to look happy. harry took his hand off her knee immediately, her leg shot up as she wrapped both her arms around it and let out a shaky breath, harry pulled over.
“hey- hey i’m so sorry- y/n- please say something.” harry turned his full body to her and went to reach out to her but stopped himself. y/n but her lip and swallowed. “i’m sorry-.” she said and started to cry, harry shook his head. “no- no you have no reason to be sorry. it was my fault i should’ve asked and not just sprung that on you.” harry said, y/n leaned against the door and looked at harry carefully.
“your not mad?” she asked, still holding her leg closely. harry shook his head, more scared than anything. “why would i be mad darling?” harry asked softly, y/n’s hold on her leg loosened slightly but she kept it close to her.
“i thought people got mad when you didn’t help them with.. that…kinda stuff…” she said quietly, harry felt his heart shatter. “y/n, please know i’ll never- ever get mad at you for not wanting me to touch you. if anything i’ll be proud of you for saying no and respecting your own boundaries.” harry gave a soft smile, she sniffled and shuffled around, nodding with an understanding.
“iv never had boundaries before.” y/n whispered. harry felt his stomach drop. “you don’t have to answer this, but… y/n, did someone hurt you?” harry asked as gently as he could. y/n sniffled, and slowly, she nodded. harry felt more anger than he thought he’d ever feel. and he’d never felt more scared, not when the band forgot to make that one hookup sign an NDA, not then when he made the choice to go solo, not when his step dad died, not when his mom was put on suicide watch. but now, as the girl he would fall in love with, went back to the worst experience in her life, because of him.
“i don’t wanna hurt you darling. the thought makes me sick.” harry began to cry, y/n nodded. “i wanna go home.” she said quietly, harry felt bile rise to his throat. this was it. this was the last time he’d ever see her. and he’d do whatever she needed to make her safe.
he drove her home to the last four songs on his sublime CD, and as he pulled up to the sketchy looking dorms he heard the sweetest voice he’d ever heard ask for a favor he would never turn down.
“will you stay the night? don’t wanna be alone.” y/n asked, and with tears in his eyes harry nodded, and walked her up to her room, tucked her into bed and made himself comfortable on the couch outside. feeling the job of protecting her settle onto him for the first time. and he loved it.
harry had grown accustomed to her traumas, and once they set boundaries that were set to be able to be changed later on in life, it was simply another thing they worked through. it also meant harry was stuck with his hand until marriage, but he wouldn’t have had it any other way.
harry had thought about trying to find the sick fuck a few times. he had the resource’s. but after a logical conversation with y/n he decided against it. sure he could find him, but what good would that be. harry himself couldn’t do anything for obvious reasons, and harry’s team couldn’t do anything because it would link back to harry. they could try and sue, but that would again bring negative press to harry, but the only important reason to harry, was that y/n didn’t want to get out back in the mindset again.
harry had also taken protecting y/n to the next level ever since that night. they had a body guard ready to protect her from paparazzi if they were going anywhere for business, and harry would personally make sure wherever they were going would accommodate to the privacy he demanded for her.
there had been a total of five paparazzi photos of them seen together since their second date. everything else y/n personally selected, edited, and curated what harry’s fans got. y/n loved harry’s fans, and when they called harry dad, she felt like their mom. the fans didn’t know much about the couples personal lives, but they knew y/n struggled with mental health problems after she went onto gemma’s podcast and spoke about them. fans were made aware that if y/n started to get nervous or anxious harry would cut the interaction short to be there for her, and for the most part thar was accepted. making the couple comfortable to go out in public together.
harry loved to spoil y/n, it was his favorite thing to spend money on. seeing her happy, made him happy, even if she’d feel bad in the first few stores only to settle into the luxury harry provided for her by the third shop.
“thank you for all this h, you didn’t have to.” y/n smiled as harry took her bags and opened the door to leave prada. “no need to thank me darling.” he kissed her forehead as she walked past and she blushed wildly. paris was one of his favorite places to be —his favorite being italy of course— but paris made better intimacy garments and harry would drop everything just to fly to paris for them if y/n was in the mood.
“why don’t we make a stop at your favorite?” y/n smirked over her shoulder. she had grown so comfortable and confident with her body sense her and harry had been married. she liked being naked in front of him, he worshiped her like someone would a god, and took the best care of her. how could he not? she was perfect to him.
“whatever you want my love.” harry suppressed his grin and attempted to hide his boner with a blue tiffany bag. harry’s large hand found a comfortable spot on the small of her back as they glided along the streets of paris, just as they rounded the corner onto the street where harry’s holy grail was, harry felt that tension and unease he hadn’t felt in years.
“y/n?” he froze as she did, she swallowed and felt her eyes well as she began to shake. harry saw two teenage girls a few feet down do a double take. “their just fans love-.” harry said, she shook her head and didn’t look at them, instead she hastily pulled harry into a small boutique and they b lined it for the bathroom. she slammed the door behind harry and sank down to her butt as she curled up and began shaking violently. harry dropped the bags.
“baby honey i need you to breathe okay?” harry gently reached out to touch her like all the times before, only for her to recoil away from his touch. “n-no.” she faintly said, harry felt a sting to his heart only for it to drop. she usually longed for his touch when she felt anxious, the only times she didn’t was when something reminded her of him.
“what’s happening love? need you to tell me what set it off.” harry spoke very gently. “your safe. i don’t want to hurt you. i love you. will never touch you if you don’t want it.” harry repeated his words over and over till her breath stilled. “i saw him.” she whispered quietly.
“what?” harry asked dumbly. “i saw him… out on the streets.. he had- he had a girl..” harry didn’t want to imagine what that poor girl must be going through, and he felt his eyes well as y/n worried for her as well. “what if he tries to-.” she shivered, harry shook his head with a soft ‘mnm’. “he’s not gonna hurt you, he won’t come near you. not when i’m around. do you want me to send reid to go check on the other girl?” harry mentioned the body guard who was surely pretending to browse the store. y/n shook her head, “don’t wanna scare her.. i didn’t trust men…” y/n spoke in broken sentences.
“brooklyn then?” harry asked, y/n nodded. “wanna stay here for a bit.” she sniffled, harry nodded. “i’ll text brooke right now and tell her there’s a girl who might be in a bad situation okay?” y/n wiped her eyes. “can i have a hug?” she asked, without hesitation harry did as he was asked. “i love you darling. thank you.” he thanked her for trusting him to touch her. “i love you to.” she sniffled and let harry hold her.
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hpsugarfest · 3 months
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In the vault [Art] by chiocchi
G | Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Art | Complete
Tags: Art, Digital Art, Age Difference, Sugar Daddy Harry Potter, Alternate Universe - Sugar Daddy
Summary:
Tom Riddle's first visit to the Potter's Gringotts vault.
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goldencherryhazz · 2 years
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MEDICINE- COACHELLA WEEKEND 2
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pay me back - r.b x female!reader
Blurb: regulus pays for all of their dates, a bit of sugar daddy!regulus and lots of dad!regulus Word Count: 3.6k Warnings: a bit of suggested smut but no smut and they both want an old fashioned traditional nuclear family life, also sickly fluffy and not proof read A/N: i haven't had inspiration for months and i'm actually happy with this :)))
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“One day you’ll pay me back.” 
That was what he always said and it always got a huff and an eye roll out of the pretty girl sitting in front of him. 
“Well I hope that day is coming up soon.” 
“Me too.” 
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“I’ll get it.” 
They were only sixteen and it was their first date at Madam Puddifoot's. 
“No, don’t be silly.” They were in front of the counter and she was desperately trying to get the right change out of her purse before Regulus could give his coins to the staff. 
But he had already organised them beforehand, his mother had raised him to be a gentleman and he was not letting the girl he had been crushing on since their second year pay. 
He politely thanked the worker and watched her huff and put the coins back in her purse so she could follow him outside. 
“I really appreciate it Regulus, but you didn’t have to.” 
It was snowing so she put her beanie back on and wrapped her scarf tightly around her neck. 
“I wanted to.” 
“Well is there something else I can buy for you? Something from Honeydukes or-”
“Don’t worry about it.”
They were trudging along in the snow, not too sure of the destination but not worried about it considering they were with the other. 
“Well I’ll pay next time.” 
With his hands buried in his jacket’s pockets he turned to her, a bright smile taking up his face. 
“So there’s going to be a next time?” 
She turned away from him and looked at the ground. 
“I mean, I have to make it up to you somehow,” she shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal.
He let out a small chuckle and replied, “I can’t wait.” 
But then their next Hogsmeade trip came around and this time they went to the Three Broomsticks. 
But before the left, Regulus beat her to the counter once again and paid for their meal. 
“Regulus,” she whined. He mimicked her tone back. “I said I was going to pay.” 
“Guess you’ll just have to go on another date with me and pay for that one.” 
“Deal.” 
They were out of Hogwarts now and there hadn’t been one date that she had paid for. And Regulus never let her repay him. 
“Just pay for the next one.” 
She’d scoff at his words. 
“Yeah, that’s likely.” 
“Don’t pay me back now, I promise you can pay for the next one.”
Regulus had never broken a promise he had made to her, but the promise of letting her pay was one that was never met. 
He’d pretend to go to the bathroom and pay before she even thought about the bill or he’d already have given the restaurant his credit card before she even arrived. He would do anything, but let her pay for the date. 
“My mother would kill me if she found out I let you pay for a date,” he admitted one night. They were eighteen and Regulus had invited her back to Black manor after their meal. He was sitting on the edge of his bed and she had manoeuvred her way in between his legs. 
“Well I’m going to kill you if you don’t let me pay for a date,” she whined. Regulus wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her closer to him, burying his face in her abdomen while she played with the tops of his hair. 
“Well you better figure out how to hide the body, darling.” 
It was shortly after that he started responding with. 
“One day you’ll pay me back.”
“What the fuck does that even mean Regulus?” She had replied, faux annoyed by his vague response.
They were out of the restaurant now, ready to go back to hers for a little while before they called it a night. 
“You’ll find out.” 
She scoffed, but still gave his hand a squeeze before they left the restaurant. 
Regulus wasn’t sure how to explain it to her. He had been vulnerable with her like he’d been with no one else, but there was a small desire that he held that he didn’t wish to share with her. It was too personal. It had been a part of him since he was a child and he’d go as far as to say that it had become a part of his soul and he knew one day he would be ready to share it with her, but right now just wasn’t the time. 
Regulus wasn’t sure how this desire came to be. He thought it came back to his parents. Every Monday his father would come home with flowers for his mother and each time his mother blushed and giggled as if this was the first time he had ever bought her flowers. 
Some days, his father would come home with a shiny new piece of jewellery and he’d watch his father put it on his gushing mother and press a soft kiss to whatever skin was free next to the new diamonds adorning her body. 
As he got older he realised that his mother had little to stress about. Sure, she dealt with him and Sirius and that was no easy task, but it was his father who stayed up late in his office dealing with some bill or some renovation that needed to be fixed. His mother lived a life of leisure and whenever he and Sirius prevented her from living that life, his father would save her with a massage or a weekend away or s shopping spree or whatever it was her heart desired. 
And their marriage was filled with nothing but love, respect, and joy and Regulus realised that was what he wanted. 
Sure, it was a little old fashioned and if he found someone he loved who didn’t want to live a life like that, he’d easily compromise, but he wanted what his parents had. 
He wanted a big house for his lovely wife and his two children (a boy and a girl, but he knew he couldn’t pick that) and he wanted to come home from work with her favourite flowers and watch her hum as she organised them in a vase. He wanted every single one of her desires to come to fruition no matter how small or how frivolous. He wanted to come home and cook for her and surprise her with her favourite cake that he had stopped for on the way home and he never wanted her to worry about a single thing. 
When he was sixteen and had taken her to Madam Puddifoots, he could already imagine that life with her. Sure, he was getting a little ahead of himself, but that was what he wanted. 
When he had written home to his parents about his new girlfriend they had sent him a few extra galleons ‘for your next date xx’ they had written. 
“I hope you haven’t made her pay.” Was the first thing his parents said when he got back home and told them all about it.
And then as they got older and he got a job and he started gaining access to is Black inheritance, he started spoiling her in different ways. 
He liked to mix it up. As soon as he learnt her favourite flowers it seemed her room was always filled with a fresh bunch. Sometimes when they went out and he saw her stare at a skirt too long, only to walk away once she looked at the tag, she’d find said skirt in a sparkly bag at their next date. One time, he surprised her with a day trip to Paris where they went to a small bakery where she found her new favourite dessert. A month later Regulus showed up with that exact pastry and a bunch of her favourite flowers. 
“How did you get this?” She asked, already stuffing a bite into her mouth. Her mother would have had a heart attack at the action and the icing sugar that coated her upper lip. 
“I went to Paris to get it.” He admitted sheepishly. 
“You what?” She practically screeched, bringing the pastry down to stare at him. “Regulus,” she whined. 
“It was nothing.”
“You’re always spoiling me with things, I want to spoil you back.”
“One day you’ll pay me back.”  She scoffed and rolled her eyes, using the back of her hand to wipe the icing sugar from her mouth. 
“Whatever that means.” 
It was no question that the Black’s were a little richer than her family and it made her feel insecure that Regulus was always buying things for her. She had a job, just like Regulus and she could afford these things, so one day when she was shopping and she saw a simple ring that reminded her of Regulus, she bought it. 
“Darling,” Regulus didn’t sound as happy as she’d hoped, “I really appreciate this, but I don’t want you feeling like you have to buy things for me.” 
“Well now you know how I feel,” she fought back. 
“It’s different,” he argued.” 
“What, because I’m poorer than you?” She folded her arms around her chest and gave him a challenging look. Regulus gave her a look back. She knew that wasn’t what he meant. 
“Darling,” his voice had a warning tone to it and she sighed, taking a step closer to him and taking his hands in hers. 
“You spoil me so much, I just want to pay you back.”
“One day you’ll pay me back.” She scoffed and rolled her eyes. 
“Will I ever find out when that day is?”
“I hope so.” He leant down to press a kiss to her head and the conversation was finished. 
It wasn’t until they were twenty and engaged that she was provided some insight into what Regulus’ words meant. 
They were out for dinner for Walburga’s birthday and after their very fancy dinner they had gone to get ice-cream, per the birthday girl’s request. 
They went back outside to enjoy their cones when all of a sudden, her ice cream had fallen out of her cone. 
“Oh no,” she whined, pouting at the splatter right in front of her feet. 
“Oh darling,” Walburga said, “what happened.”
“I don’t know,” she shrugged, genuinely not knowing how it happened. 
“We’ll go get you another one,” Walburga offered as she stepped over the mess and made her way to Regulus.
“It’s fine,” she shrugged already grabbing a hold of Regulus’ to take a bite out of it. 
“Nonsense,” Walburga scoffed, “Regulus,” her tone suddenly got tighter, “go get her another one.” 
She barely had time to blink before Regulus was handing her his ice cream so he could go inside and get her another one. 
“No, it’s fine, really.” She tried to hold onto Regulus so he wouldn’t go, she didn’t want to make this a big deal, it was truly fine. 
“Don’t worry,” Regulus said, getting out of her grasp, “besides, I don’t want you to steal mine.” 
She rolled her eyes at him. 
“Fine,” she huffed, “I’ll go get it.” She stood up, going to pass the ice cream back to Regulus, but he had already walked back in. 
She was about to follow him, ready to have their usual petty disagreement about who was paying, but Walburga gently grabbed onto her wrist. 
“Let him pay for it. Birthday girl’s request.” 
She couldn’t fight with that logic. 
“He spoils me too much,” she admitted. 
“He should spoil you more.” 
She giggled at Walburga’s words. 
“I don’t think I’ve paid for a single thing in our relationship,” she admitted sheepishly. 
“Good,” Walburga responded, “I hope you never do.” 
“But I want to spoil him like he spoils me.” 
“I think, one day you will pay him back. Soon, hopefully.” 
She was taken aback by the words and the little wink Walberga sent her way. That was something her son had been telling her for years now. 
Thankfully, she didn't have to think of something to reply because Regulus was back with her ice cream in hand, passing it to her with a “Here you go darling,” and a small kiss to her forehead. 
It was that night when she was alone in her own room that the words started playing around in her mind. She went back to a conversation they had had before Regulus had even proposed to her. 
“Do you want kids?” She had asked. 
They were laying outside on a picnic blanket, watching the stars. She was cuddled into his side and he had an arm wrapped around her shoulders. 
“Yes,” he responded, barely letting a breath pass before he answered. 
“How many?”
“However many you want.” He turned to face her and brought his face an inch closer so the tips of his nose were touching. 
“Good answer,” she whispered. They were so close she could almost feel him smile. “But if you had a choice, how many kids?” This time, he debated answering before he opened his mouth. 
“Two,” he said finally. 
“What if I don’t want any kids?” She did. She had dreamt of having a family since she was a little girl. Sure, it was a little old fashioned and not the most aspirational goal a young girl could have, but that was what she wanted. 
Regulus pulled back slightly so he could read her face. 
“Do you want kids?” 
“Yes,” she whispered and he nodded. 
“Good.” 
He went back so their noses were slightly smooshed together. 
“I’ve always wanted kids,” she admitted. 
“Me too.” Regulus shifted so he was on his back and she rested her head on his chest. 
“I can’t wait ‘til we have kids,” she admitted. When Regulus didn’t respond straight away she continued. “Do you think I will have paid you back by then?” She teased, referring to the statement Regulus had said less than two hours ago when he had showed up with her favourite flowers. 
“Yeah,” Regulus sighed happily, “you will have.”
Once they got married Regulus didn’t know how to say that if she didn’t want to work, she didn’t have to because if he had his way, she’d never have to work another day in her life, but he wasn’t entirely sure that was what she wanted and he didn’t want her to feel pressured to do something she didn’t want to do. If she wanted to work she could work, whatever made her happy made Regulus happy. He just wanted her to know she had the option. 
But they were young and a week after their honeymoon, they were dealing with a positive pregnancy test. 
“Who is even going to look after the baby?” She exclaimed. Regulus was sitting on the edge of the bathtub and she was sitting on his lap. Sure, this was something they had talked about and had both wanted, but it was still a shock. 
“You know,” Regulus started, he didn’t even know how to start this conversation, but now was a better time than ever, “if you hate this option that’s fine, I just want what will make you happy but I just need you to know the options there.” He spoke fast enough that she had stopped freaking out to make sure she didn't miss what he said. “But I make enough to support us both, if you don't want to work, you don’t have to.” 
She was silent for a moment so Regulus started rambling again. 
“Like I said, I know you enjoy your job and I don’t want you to quit, but work is still work you know and I don’t want you to feel like-”
“Regulus,” she cut him off. 
“Yeah.”
“It’s fine.” 
“Okay.”
They sat in silence. 
“Then I’ll never be able to pay you back.”
“One day you’ll pay me back.” She scoffed at him and rolled her eyes. 
“Seriously?” 
“Trust me, I think that day is coming soon.” 
So she quit her job and became Regulus’ trophy wife.
“Don’t say that,” he scolded her the first time she said it to him. She was giggling playing with the chain of the new necklace he had bought her. 
“I’m only kidding,” she reassured him, pulling him in to press a kiss to his lips. 
“I think I’m more like your sugar baby.” 
She pulled him in for another kiss before he could groan. 
But as soon as she had the baby “One day you’ll pay me back.” quickly turned into “You’re already paying me back.” 
This time she laughed. 
“What the fuck is that meant to mean?” She may have been near her mid-twenties, but she still felt like the same young teenager who had asked something similar the first time Regulus had responded in such a vague way. 
“Nothing for you to worry your pretty little mind about.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and she giggled. 
“Whatever you say.” 
At the birth of their second child when she was lying in a bed in St Mungo’s in the early A.M of the morning, holding their newborn baby in her arms Regulus whispered her name. Their eldest, now almost three, had their arms wrapped around Regulus' neck, their head buried in his chest as their light breathing reached his ear. 
Regulus wasn’t going to be able to make it to work tomorrow, but he had already arranged for the florist to deliver her favourite flowers to the hospital. 
She hadn’t responded to his call, she was sleeping herself. Regulus had called the nurse as soon as he saw her pretty eyelids flutter shut and as he was waiting for them to arrive to take the baby back he whispered, “thank you for paying me back.” 
But it wasn’t until they were in her late twenties. Regulus had a house, a pretty wife, and two beautiful children to come home to everyday and each day, he brought back with him something for his pretty wife. 
Whether it was her favourite flowers or her favourite pastry that he had sent his assistant to retrieve all the way from Paris, he continued to spoil her. 
One night he came home and it was thundering horribly. 
As she was replacing her old flowers in her favourite vase she whispered, “the kids have been terrified all day.”
“Poor darlings.”
“One started crying and then the other followed and I almost copied them too.” 
Regulus could tell that she had had a hard day with the two children so he ran her a bath while he got the kids fed and off to bed. 
“Thank you for that,” she hummed when she finally joined him in bed, “you’re the best.” 
She placed her legs over his hips and leant down to kiss him. “Can I pay you back for tonight?” She teased, running her fingers up and down his bare chest. Sometimes when Regulus wouldn’t let her pay him back she’d resort to other acts to which he happily let her repay him with. 
“Told you I was your sugar baby,” she’d teased. 
Regulus winced,”please don’t say that.”
Regulus had a cocky smirk gracing his lips, but just as he was about to agree a loud clap of thunder shook the house making her jump.
Regulus was quick to wrap his arms around her, but she only groaned and got out of his grasp, knowing what was about to come. 
“Mummy!”
“Daddy!”
And within seconds their two little munchkins were in their room. 
“We can’t sleep.” “Lucky we bought a big bed,” Regulus sighed. 
“Don’t worry my darlings,” She reassured them, already pulling the blanket back so they could join them, “just a little bit of thunder, it won’t hurt you.” 
“We won’t let anything happen to you, yeah?” Regulus continued, moving over to make room for the two little humans. 
It seemed with the protection of their parents, the two little munchkins were able to fall asleep almost instantly. 
The eldest was snuggled up to her, their arms resting across her tummy and their head buried in her chest while the youngest had their head rested on Regulus’ chest with their legs reaching her tummy. 
“Regulus,” she whispered, not sure if her husband was still awake. He hummed back in response. “I’m mad they ruined the mood, but I still love them.” Regulus let out a soft chuckle. 
“Thank you for spoiling me this afternoon.” 
“Anytime.” 
“Is there any other way I can repay you?” 
“You already have.” 
“I didn’t get to tonight, maybe tomorrow? Or maybe on the weekend I can drop them off at-”
“Darling, no,” Regulus interrupted. “You’ve already repaid me.” 
“How so?” 
“By giving me these two little munchkins,” he whispered. When she didn’t say anything he continued. “By agreeing to be my wife. By letting me spoil you. By loving me all the time. By being the best mother. By-”
“Regulus,” she whined, “you’re so cheesy.” 
“It’s true.” Part of him wished there weren’t two little bodies blocking him from reaching out to her, but they were the biggest part of their relationship, so he didn’t complain. “All I wanted growing up was to have a family like this and you’ve provided me with that and more.” 
“Well, if I knew that was how I needed to repay you I would’ve had your babies quicker,” she teased and Regulus was glad she couldn’t see his playful eyeroll. 
“I’m serious,” he insisted and she sighed. “I just want to repay you for everything you’ve done for me.”
“You make it so easy to love you.” She turned her head as much as she could to look at him. “So can we call it even now? You’ve spoiled me enough to make up for everything I’ve done, deal?” 
“Darling, I’m never going to stop spoiling you.”
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duplicitywrites · 3 months
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This is a fancover for @cindle-writes' irresistible work for @hpsugarfest: champagne shimmer.
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Summary:
Tom has one of the most popular accounts on OnlyFans. Harry, who is Tom’s uni professor, stumbles onto Tom’s stream by accident. Featuring: Spoiled brat Tom, and Harry trying to be as much of a gentleman as he can despite lusting after his barely-legal student.
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moontearpensfic · 3 months
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A Sky Full of Stars
E | Harry Potter/Tom Riddle
Tags: Underage, Sugar Baby Tom Riddle, Yule Ball, Age Difference, second-year Tom Riddle, Auror Harry Potter, Sugar Daddy Harry Potter, Manipulative Tom Riddle, Tom Steals a Crush to Prevent a Murder, Harry Potter is the Sexiest Man of the Year Every Year  
Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle, Lily Luna Potter, Albus Severus Potter, Scorpius Malfoy
Previous Chapters: 1, 2
It is a universal truth that only fourth-years and older are allowed to go to the Yule Ball. Tom intends to break this rule, and he intends to do so by having the famous Head Auror Harry Potter escort him there on his arm.
[3] I Wanna Die In Your Arms
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gurugirl · 7 months
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ceo sugar daddy!harry x reader - a check-in for The Arrangement
Summary: Based loosely on this request. Harry brings Y/n to his home and Romy returns at a very bad time.
A/n: This story takes place before Harry and Romy have split. A sort of back-in-time check-in from when Harry & Y/n are still keeping everything on the down low.
Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, cheating, angst, spit/saliva, being overheard having sex
Word Count: 6,220
The Arrangement Masterlist
She was still getting used to the arrangement she had with Harry. Seeing him in the office Monday through Friday and needing to keep everything on the down low was difficult.
And when Romy came into the office that afternoon, Y/n caught sight of her with Harry in his office as he’d left the door open. Their discussion was heated, or at least it appeared that way. As Romy was leaving she gave Y/n a look that felt like she knew something. It felt like somehow Romy knew the secret and the look was a warning.
But of course, Y/n was just being paranoid. The only way for Romy to know was if Harry had told her and she knew he wouldn’t have done that. Romy was aware he was seeing someone for his needs. She just had no idea it was Y/n.
That was just one example of how things were difficult. Because she was no good at lying. No good at hiding the feelings on her face.
Harry noticed the faraway look on Y/n’s when he walked past her desk. She seemed to be deep in thought about something. Normally when he walked by he was the one trying to keep a straight face and Y/n was a shy little purring kitten hoping for him to glance at her just once.
“What’s wrong?” He leaned over her desk and looked down at her.
Y/n was struck out of her thoughts when she heard Harry’s quiet voice.
“Oh! I was just thinking about something. Nothing’s wrong,” she blinked her eyes and then bit her lip to keep her mouth from grinning as wide as she wanted.
He’d done some very inappropriate things to her in private that made her insides melt and her muscles ache for days and yet she still couldn’t get over how giddy she felt when he spoke to her in the office.
“You sure?”
She nodded, “Yeah. I’m sure, sir.” She nodded.
“This is cute,” Harry spoke quietly as he let his eyes travel over her outfit before looking back up to her.
Her ears got warm and her heart pounded wildly at the compliment. Of course, she was wearing something he’d bought her. She loved the soft silk and wool fabric and the fit of the Magda Butrym dress.
“Uh… thank you, Mr. Styles.”
She watched him walk off in a confident stride as she sighed.
A text came an hour later after Harry had finished up a meeting he’d been in.
You’ll come back to my place with me tonight.
She blinked her eyes and grinned at the words for a moment before responding.
Yes, sir.
.           .           .
She’d been to his house before but not like this. Harry told her that Romy was gone for the night and he wanted company from Y/n. But he also wanted to have her in the bed he shared with Romy, though he kept that part to himself. It was kind of a sick fantasy but Romy was more and more withdrawn and Harry couldn’t stop from imagining his sweet girl spread out and dripping all over his marital bed. Felt kind of like a satisfying fuck you to his wife who he was growing sick of looking at.
Harry started dinner right away and Y/n immediately got to work helping him chop and pull ingredients from the fridge.
“What have you been eating lately? Looking a bit thin, Y/n,” Harry said as he pinched her bottom, the silk dress bunching under his forefinger and thumb.
She giggled and then shrugged with a grin, “I don’t know. Pop tarts. Turkey bacon, you know the kind that’s already cooked? Umm… those frozen Schwan’s dinners, I like the veggie lasagna one. Bananas?”
Harry sighed and put his hands on the back of Y/n’s hips, standing behind her, “I’m gonna need to start feeding you properly too aren’t I?” He kissed her temple, “First you need me to dress you and pay all your bills, then you need me to fuck you properly, and now you need me to feed you all your meals too? My poor little helpless thing. Needs Daddy for everything doesn’t she?”
Y/n closed her eyes and stopped cutting the garlic as she felt Harry’s warm lips travel down from her temple to her cheekbone, and the bottom of her chin as she nodded, “I… I mean… I guess maybe. But…”
“Shh, shh…” Harry shushed her, “Don’t overthink, baby. I’m gonna take care of you.”
Y/n was squirmy when they sat at the dinner table to eat. Harry kept the conversation going as they ate but he could tell she was heated and starting to liquefy under his watchful gaze. He loved how pliant and open she got for him. He barely had to do a thing to get her squirming and needy for him.
When their plates were nearly emptied and Harry noticed Y/n’s blown-out pupils he chuckled lowly and got up from his seat, holding a hand out to her, “Up you get. Let’s take care of you. I can see you need me, baby.”
She didn’t know how he did it. No one had her like he did. She’d get shaky with excitement and need from nothing but a mere conversation with him. It was embarrassing. Pathetic. But she wouldn’t have it any other way. There was something about the way he looked at her. Like she was his dinner. His prey. Like he owned her. She loved it. She wanted to be owned by him.
Harry led her up to his bedroom and she went with him in silence. She wouldn’t protest about what she figured was coming once he closed the door and then began to unzip her dress from behind.
She liked the idea of doing it, there. In his bedroom. The one he shared with his wife. It made her feel powerful. Dirty, but powerful.
Harry kissed the top of her spine as he moved her hair to the side and her dress slid down her body and pooled onto the floor at her feet. She was already imagining the way his big cock would stretch her out and destroy her insides. She craved it.
“I like these too,” Harry spoke in a low seductive tone as he plucked at the lacy fabric of her panties.
She mewled at his touch and the way his lips found her neck. He was still standing behind her as he brought his hands up and cupped each breast in his palms. She’d gone sans a bra that day because the dress wouldn’t allow it. Maybe a bit risky for the office but Harry always told her not to worry about what others thought. If they were staring at her tits so hard they could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra that was on them and nothing to be ashamed of.
Suddenly he grabbed her hip and she felt the quick pop and then sting of his palm on her bottom. She gasped as he pushed her forward toward his bed, “Bend over.”
She did so quickly as she smushed her cheek into the mattress and felt the next swat to her other side. A few more spanks to each side as she bit her lip and moaned had him laughing darkly as he bent over her, “There we are. A good spanking for not feeding yourself properly.”
She was pulled up by her elbows and then turned to face him, “There’s that pretty face. Love this,” he put his thumb to the skin under her eye and wiped a tear that had broken free.
“Now, undress me.”
It was a normal part of their foreplay. Harry would have her undress him. Sometimes he’d keep most of his clothes on and just have his cock out so she could suck it or he could use it to fuck her, but most of the time he liked to be without clothes when it came down to it. Less messy that way.
Y/n began by unbuttoning his shirt and Harry watched her with a devilish smirk on his face. Once she’d gotten the last one undone he shrugged the material off himself and gestured for her to get to work on everything he had on below the waist.
Dropping to her knees she looked up at him and undid his belt then opened his pants up before pulling the nice fabric down his legs and to the floor. Harry kicked the pants off and watched as his girl pulled his briefs down slowly. He loved watching her face every time his cock was exposed to her.
She’d suck in a sharp breath and lick her lips and drag her pupils up and down his shaft and rove the deep pink tip with her gaze like he was a delicacy.
“You can kiss it if you want.”
She let out a sigh of relief and hastily ran her lips along his smooth skin and let her tongue lather him in saliva continuing to peek up at him as she went. He gently wound his fingers into her hair and began guiding her mouth downward toward his balls, “Kiss.”
With his cock hung heavy over her face and her hands politely in her lap, her lips pecked along his scrotum and she drooled over his sac as she closed her eyes. She worked her tongue on him slowly, making out with his balls as if she were kissing his lips and he groaned deeply. The girl was good. She was so good and he didn’t know what he was going to do with her. Romy could never give him what Y/n could.
Harry began to pant and Y/n grinned to herself as she kept smoothing her lips over his flesh, her pink tongue laving him with dampness.
“Fuck, little girl. That mouth is so good,” he pulled her hair to move her away from him. She wished she could stroke his cock and feel him in her hand but she knew she had to wait for his instruction to touch.
“Lie down on your back for me, ass at the edge of the bed,” Harry spoke as Y/n quickly stood and positioned herself at the edge of the bed per his instructions.
He pulled her little ruined panties down her legs and grinned at her, “A mess as always.”
Harry pushed her thighs toward her chest, knees pressing into her breasts when she felt the first flick of his tongue at the crease of her labia, just next to her pussy. Then to the other side, “Mmm… this cunt is never dry for me. Always such a treat,” the plunge of his fingers into her entrance had her moaning and grasping at the comforter tightly.
But when she felt his mouth finally slurping and kissing at her clit she whined loudly and let out a breathy wail. Harry laughed as he continued his task.
Long fingers pumping in and out and Harry’s skilled mouth pulling at her clit had her boiling and groaning. He kept her held down tight as she rocked her hips out of instinct. Her wet pussy being fingered and sucked was loud in the room.
“Daddy! Please!” She nearly shouted her words when he pulled his fingers from her and stood up with his cock in his palm.
“I’m just getting started with you sweet girl. Gonna fuck you and then we’re going clean up the kitchen, and then I’m gonna put that pretty leash on you. Maybe have your nipples clothes pinned while you wear a new gift I bought for your ass.”
“A new plug?”
Harry nodded, “Yes. I’ve been thinking about how pretty you’ll look in it all day long,” he thumped his wide cock over her pussy, “Can’t wait to put it in you and see what you think. But right now, you ready for Daddy’s cock, angel?”
She barely even nodded before he was pinning her to the bed with his cock stuffed to the hilt inside of her.
He let out a pitiful moan when he finally felt her on him. It’d been almost a week since he’d last fucked her and he could hardly wait to be inside of her. It was why he couldn’t be bothered to clean up the kitchen before he brought her to his bedroom. He needed to take care of her and himself before cleaning up. He needed her.
Keeping her knees pressed into her chest with his hands holding the insides of her knees down he dragged himself in and out, pressing into her until she was being rocked upward from the force.
She smiled in relief and moaned at each drive of his cock, “Yes, Daddy! Yes…”
“Like it when I fuck you, baby? Like my cock slipping inside you deep?”
“Fuck yes! I love your cock, Daddy!”
She was his good girl. There was no question about that. Loved being told what to do, what to wear, what to say, when to get wet, and loved being fucked by his big cock. Loved choking on it. Loved being gagged and tied up, stuffed with toys.
Harry just wanted to get them off quickly because he’d been so hard up for her all day it hurt. Imagining just this. His cock inside of her, spreading her out, watching her pussy grip him and slather him in her arousal.
The sound of a door closing and then Romy calling out for Harry had him halting the movement of his hips, “Fuck,” he whispered his words as his chest heaved.
He had to think quickly. Obviously, Romy would know someone was there with him. The kitchen was a mess and Y/n’s nice purse was on the entryway table. Even though he wasn’t allowed to bring his “girlfriend” to their home he’d have to deal with the consequences of that with Romy. But she couldn’t know it was Y/n because that would be a whole other can of worms he didn’t want to open.
“Up. We need to get you to the guest room. I can’t have Romy seeing you.”
Y/n quickly hopped off the bed and pulled her dress from the floor to cover her naked body as Harry led her to the hallway and pointed to the door at the end, “There. Go inside and close the door.”
He pulled his pants up his legs just as Romy was walking into the bedroom, “Who’s here?”
She looked around the room and saw the panties on the floor next to his boxers and the way the bed was mussed from what they’d just been doing. It was clear what was going on.
“It’s the woman. From the service,” he lied with a shrug, “I thought you were gonna be out. I didn’t mean for you to–“
“You cooked her dinner? And brought her to our bedroom, Harry? Where is she?”
“I had her go into the other room. I don’t think you should have any contact with her. That’s part of what we agreed.”
“Your dick is even still hard, Jesus. Were you two just…” She shook her head and paced into the room, “And yeah, that was the agreement but you’ve brought her into our home and that was something we said you wouldn’t do. She could walk off with something expensive for all you know!”
“She won’t. I’m sorry. It was just… She made a house call. It was easier this way.”
“I bet it was. Couldn’t even be bothered to clean up the kitchen.”
“I was going to get to it after. Why are you home anyway?” “I missed the train. The next one’s coming in an hour so I figured I’d come home and grab a few things I meant to bring for the trip but realized I forgot. So I’ll be home for a bit. You gonna have her leave?” Romy raised a brow at Harry.
He was a little surprised she wasn’t angrier. He couldn’t understand why she was so calm. Yes, she seemed upset but not as upset as he thought she’d be.
“No… we weren’t done.” Harry clenched his jaw. It felt strange talking to his wife about this. He kept his eyes on her as she looked down at his erection covered by his pants. He cleared his throat and continued, “Plus I don’t want her feeling embarrassed and leaving right in front of you. I’ll wait til you're gone before I send her home.”
Romy nodded and looked behind her at the door to their bedroom. “Is she in there? The guest room?”
“Yes. Will you be upset if I go in there with her while you’re here?”
She scoffed and shook her head as she walked past Harry toward their closet, “Clearly didn’t get yourself off yet. Typical that’s all you can think about in this very moment. I mean what can I say, Harry? It’s not like you listen to me anyway. You and your need to dominate every situation. Go and do whatever. You will anyway.”
And that was true. Harry wasn’t one to take no for an answer for most things.
Shrugging his shoulders he started for the door but before he passed into the hallway he turned, not wanting Romy to have the last word, “Might want to go downstairs if you’re not interested in hearing us,” he smirked and then left the room. But before he got far he heard her respond, “Oh great. Love to listen in on mediocre sex and a woman faking an orgasm for money.”
Harry swallowed as she paused. That had pissed him off. Why did she feel the need to insult whomever he was fucking? He decided to leave it and not respond, continuing down the hall and walking into the large guest room where his lover was waiting, locking the door behind him.
She’d already slid her dress back on. She was sitting at the edge of the bed with a worried look on her face.
“Hey,” he sat down next to her and pulled her into his chest, “It’s okay. She’s not gonna bother us. She’ll be gone soon. I’m sorry that happened.”
“It’s not your fault. Just scared me. I’m worried if she knows it’s me she’ll do something awful. I just don’t want any trouble.”
“You won’t have any trouble, baby. I’ll make sure of that.”
Harry began to pull at her dress, indicating he wanted it off. Y/n pulled back to look up at him, “What are you doing? Right now? With her here?”
Harry was unphased. Which wasn’t a surprise but Y/n thought for sure he’d wait until his wife left.
“She’s going to be here for another thirty minutes or so and I need you, bout to burst. Will it make you feel better if we’re quiet? Or would you rather wait?” His hands were bunching the material of her dress until her thighs were exposed. The way his warm palm and rings felt on her soft skin, slowly moving upward toward where she was still wet had her heart pounding.
“I… I don’t know. I want you to feel good but I don’t want any trouble.” She was torn. One part of her didn’t want to wait. She’d been on edge and he was so good inside of her, driving into her with the yummiest drag before they were interrupted. And she’d wet her dress with how much slick arousal she had stuck between her thighs, she was still reeling from his cock being inside of her not moments prior. But she didn’t want to do something that would hurt anyone’s feelings either.
“I told you there won’t be trouble. Do you trust me, Y/n?” Harry brought his large palm up to her neck and made her look up at him, his other hand gently slipping fingers through her labia.
“I trust you. Yes,” her puffy lips were parted as she kept her eyes on Harry’s. She loved how it felt when he had a hand around her neck but he was gentle in that moment. Using the gesture as a small reminder of his dominance over her. His ownership.
“Good girl,” he brought his lips down over hers as he pushed two fingers slowly inside of her aching cunt. “You’re my good girl aren’t you, Y/n?” Harry spoke against her lips as he began to fuck his long digits into her slowly.
She nodded, “Yes. I wanna be good for you.”
“I know you do,” he whispered as he continued kissing her between his words, “Let me take care of you. Be my good girl and pretend it’s just me and you. The only girl I care about right now is you.”
That’s what she wanted. To be a good girl for him. And if this is what made her a good girl, she’d forget Romy was in the house. To have his attention on her and not on Romy.
His lips were soft and his tongue pressed into hers as he released her neck and began to pull the dress down her arms until the top part was pooling at her waist and her tits were exposed.
Pushing her to lie down on her back, he kept his fingers inside of her as he dropped his mouth to a nipple causing her to gasp.
Harry grinned. He hoped she wouldn’t stay quiet. He wanted her little noises and hoped it irritated Romy. Hoped Romy could hear everything he was doing to Y/n. Things that he would never again to do his own wife. Was he bitter? Yes, perhaps. But he felt it was warranted. He didn’t like her insulting his sweet girl.
Harry looked down at Y/n with her silk dress bunched at her waist, her pussy and tits out as he fingered her and kneaded her tits.
When he felt he’d gotten her all worked up again, small moans and needy little glances, nearly begging him for more, he pulled his fingers from her and hastily removed his pants. He pushed her further into the bed and spread her legs apart, making her bend at the knees as he shifted between her legs.
“Please,” she whispered as she looked down at his hard cock in his hand.
“This is what you want? Yeah?” He positioned his thick crown to her entrance as she nodded.
“Needed Daddy’s cock so bad today, didn’t you, baby?” Harry spoke his words in stammered breaths as he began to push back into her where he belonged. The stress began to melt away the deeper he drove his cock.
Earlier in the day, when Romy had gone to the office, Harry didn’t even know she’d be there. He spotted her walking out of Sean’s office as he happened to be standing in the hallway talking to Jessica and spotted her.
He asked her what she was doing there, mostly just surprised to see her and her response was immediately defensive so he brought her to his office so they could discuss in private. She seemed angry with him and then told him she stopped by to remind him she was going out of town that evening with her sister. Something for which he did not need an in-person reminder.
He found the whole thing odd but most of all, her attitude had him heated. Their small spat in the office was overheard and he was stressed when she did finally leave. But he did have one bright spot through it all. His Y/n.
And having her underneath him as he strained his muscles and steadied himself above her while he gently fucked into her was exactly what he needed. It was just what she needed too.
Harry watched her pretty face contort and lips part and widen with each of his thrusts, “Fuck, baby. Who do you belong to?”
Her voice bubbled out softly, each word panted into the air, “Daddy… I’m yours, Daddy…” She wanted to hold onto him. Scratch her nails down his back and claim him for her own the way he always claimed her. She would never do it unless he told her but her fingertips dragged over the blanket imagining his skin under her nails.
Harry moaned and felt saliva pool on his tongue. His mouth was watering with how luscious she felt and the remnants of her arousal still in his mouth. He brought one hand to her jaw and squeezed her cheeks, “Open up wide sweet girl.”
Her mouth was already parted as she unhinged her jaw for him and jutted her pink tongue out for him.
Harry gathered his spit at the end of his tongue and opened his mouth, keeping his hips pasted to hers as he continued deeply thrusting into her. The wet drool from his tongue drizzled down into her mouth and over her tongue, slipping downward to her throat.
She closed her eyes and moaned loudly at the way it felt. She was his. He owned her. She would drink his come and his saliva happily forever if he wanted. Would crawl on her knees to him and let him spit into all her holes with a smile.
Harry watched as she kept her tongue out. Her eyes were squeezed closed and she began to quiver under him, “You’re mine, baby. My sweet girl. So dirty and so fucking hot. Swallow my spit into your tummy now. Show me you want to be mine.”
Her lips closed around the spit and she swallowed and licked her lips before opening her eyes up to see him looking down at her in awe. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest. His cock inside of her, pushing deeper than he ever had, and the act of swallowing his saliva sealed it all for her. He wanted her for his own.
“I’m yours. I need to be yours forever. Are you mine too, Daddy?” She didn’t expect those words to come out but her heart and the hot, prickling lust in her belly had her speaking before she could even think.
Harry groaned and lowered his lips to hers. It was the most erotic and soft sex he’d had with Y/n yet. It made him feel like… he was in love. Made him realize, even more than he had before, that he wanted Y/n forever. Not just for a mistress and a fuck toy. But a human woman that he connected with on all levels and who matched his needs and desires in bed.
Disconnecting their wet lips he gasped at the way she clenched around him and pushed his nose to hers, “Fuck, my love. I’m yours. I belong to you just as much as you belong to me.”
Harry was trying to keep it down for Y/n’s sake. He knew she didn’t want Romy to hear what was happening in the bedroom. He would have preferred to have Romy hear it all. So she knew where she stood in comparison with his lover. Y/n was his girl. And he was sure he was falling in love with her.
“P…please can I touch your back? I want to feel you under my fingers…” she dared to ask because she couldn’t hold it back. She needed his skin under her hands and nails.
Harry grasped one of her hands and brought it up to his shoulder, “Fucking touch me all over baby. Go on…”
She felt his skin under her palm and brought her other hand up to feel his back. His broadness and the straining muscles in his back had her moaning loudly on accident but the moment she took the chance to dig her nails lightly into his skin and she heard him choke out a loud groan she knew that was permission for more. To leave traces of herself on his skin. A mark to show Romy who he really belonged.
And that thought had her rearranging her entire notion of having his wife overhear them. Now she wanted Romy to know. She felt possessive of him at that moment, her nails digging in harder and his groans growing louder with each inch she dragged her nails over his flesh.
“Just like that, Y/n, baby… Harder…” he was breathy and his words were tight. Harry couldn’t believe how it felt to have her nails on his skin. He hoped he bled and had deep marks left for days.
Suddenly a door slammed and Harry paused as he looked down at Y/n with a smirk, “Want you to scream my name when you come. Want her to hear the voice of one I belong to. Is that okay?” He rutted into her deeply and she moaned with a nod.
“Yes. I want her to hear now. And then she’ll see my marks on you. Because you’re mine, Daddy.”
Harry pressed his lips to hers and sucked in a breath through his nose to show his devotion and appreciation. The kiss was slow and wet as Harry kept himself stuffed into her, not moving an inch. He needed the moment to give his cock a break from the decadent feel of her pussy around him.
When he’d recovered enough that he knew he wouldn’t come immediately, he pushed himself up and looked into her eyes, “Shred my back up, Y/n. Want it to scar. Give it to me.”
She did as he said as he pulled out to his tip and slammed back into her, making the headboard pound into the wall loudly. With the feel of her nails digging into his skin, he repeated his motions, fucking into her hard but slow. Pulling out his heavy cock to his tip and driving into her with a thud.
Harry hissed at one particularly deep scratch and he sat up, feeling like that was sufficient, ready to hammer into her and make Y/n shout and yelp and come all while Romy listened.
“You ready, angel? Gonna fuck you so hard you see stars and squirt all over this bed.”
She dared to lift her fingers to his chest and scrape lightly as she nodded, “I need it so bad. I need you.”
Harry grinned and closed his eyes for a moment to feel her. To feel the emotions and the moment. Her fingers on his chest. But then he began to slip his cock back, pulling out completely. Looking down between them he placed his thumb on her clit and suddenly pummeled into her, repeated, punishing thrusts.
At first the voice was punched out of her throat with the way his hips hammered into hers. The sound in the room of his cock pushing into her pussy, his skin thudding into hers and the bed creaking wildly, the headboard smashing into the wall in time with his thrusts was the only noise.
Finally, she found her voice when they got into a rhythm, “Daddy! Yess!!” His thumb stroking her puffy clit sent her spiraling quickly. Her hips jolted and her back arched.
Harry watched her tits jiggle and her mouth and tongue move as curses and shouts of his name fell from her lungs. Her pretty voice and coos nearly had him tearing up but his cock was in heaven pounding into her pussy.
“Right there, baby? Yeah?” He gasped his words as she nodded. Her hands grasped the blankets tight as her body was being knocked upward with his devastating plunges.
“So good! Fuck! I want your come, Daddy! All inside of me. Fff….” Her neck strained as she tossed her head back. His thumb at her clit was sending her dangerously to the edge. And with the way his cock was punching into her she was going to squirt and she knew it. Only Harry could manipulate her body in this way.
“Oh shit… Fuck, baby…” Harry choked out his words as he saw her first gush and pulled his cock out so she could unleash.
Her body vibrated and she shouted loudly as she leaked and squirted. Tiny bits of spray coated his cock and his pubic hair and the bed below.
“Make it messy, baby. That’s right,” Harry continued flicking her clit as she trembled and loudly moaned unintelligible words of nonsense.
When she’d finally calmed Harry slammed back into her. He still needed to make her come. Squirting felt intense and yummy but coming was yummier, he knew.
“Squirted all over me baby. Claiming me with your scratches and your pretty pussy spraying me, huh? Gonna show my wife who I belong to?” His hips against hers were biting and he was so deep she felt him push into something new. A snap was felt inside of her and the intensity of the deepness of his cock had her spinning.
Harry was barely pulling out, only fucking into her now, holding her body to his as he rocked his hips into hers so deep.
“Yes! Only mine!” Was all she could manage to squeak out.
Even with Harry holding her close, the room was noisy with sex and the bed was unrelenting under them. And once Y/n had squirted and made a mess, the sloppy, gushy noises were even more evident. Everything was wet and slick and loud.
Harry was so close to coming. His balls tightened and Y/n’s eyes widened when her own orgasm began to finally unravel. Harry’s pelvis pushed into her clit with the constant motion of his hips rolling into hers.
“Open up again,” he could barely get his words out, “and ruin my back, baby.”
She opened her mouth and immediately ran her nails over his back. The pain of her scratching the spots she already had made Harry cough out a loud moan of praise, “Fucking good girl!”
He looked back down to her eyes with the sting on his bag and the saliva dripping down into her mouth slowly.
It was perfection. The moment was bliss and euphoria as he breathed out his words, “Swallow and come.”
She had already begun to come the moment his saliva hit her tongue and her fingers dug into his skin. It felt like they were joined as one. She swallowed his saliva before moaning, “Harry! Oh my god!! I need you, Daddy!” Her words were a garbled shout, surely to be heard throughout the house.
Harry rattled off his devotion and praise to his girl as he drained his come into her, “My good fucking baby. I need you so much. Fuck! Making me come so hard. Gonna take my come like a good little girl…”
The slowing of their movements had the room going quiet until only their breaths and panting were heard. Harry dipped in to kiss Y/n slowly and softly. With meaning and heart.
She was still pulsing and he was still throbbing as they licked and kissed. One last deep thrust upward had her squealing and laughing as Harry pushed himself up to look down at his girl with delight.
A knock to the door interrupted the sweet moment. Harry rolled his eyes and sighed as he brought his hands up to cup Y/n’s face lovingly, thumbs stroking her soft skin, “What?” He shouted toward the door.
“Fucking asshole is what,” the knob rattled as if she were trying to open the door and Harry lifted up further to face the door. He had locked it but he wouldn’t put it past Romy to try and get in to make some kind of point.
“Get the fuck out of her. I don’t want you near here.” Harry barked toward the door, ready to pull the blankets up over his lover to protect her if needed.
“This is MY house, Harry! You have whore in MY house! I want her out!”
Harry scoffed and shook his head as he looked down at Y/n. His cock was still inside of her. This was his baby. His love. He smiled at her softly, reassuringly before turning toward the door again to respond to Romy, “Were you listening like a pathetic bitch? That’s what good sex sounds like. I’m not fucking sending her away because you’re jealous. Leave already!”
“Loser asshole!” Romy stomped off and down the stairs. They could both hear her leaving the house.
Harry let out a breath and grinned down at Y/n. She was already smiling up at him with a pleased look on her face. She wasn’t upset like he thought she might be.
“You okay, baby?”
“So good, Daddy. She knows your mine now.”
Harry nodded and laughed, rubbing the tip of his nose to hers, “I’m so yours baby. All yours.”
When he finally pulled himself out of her he tilted her hips upward and thumbed her entrance to watch his come drip slowly before planting his mouth over her cunt and slurping his come into his mouth.
Leaning over her body and hovering his face over hers she opened her mouth obediently and he drooled his come into her mouth.
He watched her tongue capture his seed and he smiled, “In your tummy and in your pussy. All mine. Swallow.”
She gulped him down and grinned, “All yours, Daddy.”
Harry’s grin only widened as he spoke, “Yeah? You’re all mine. And you fucking own me.”
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James Fleamont Potter 🤝 Harry James Potter
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the punishment
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an extra for this one-shot about sugar daddy harry
in which mia is craving attention from her boyfriend, but she goes about it the wrong way.
content warnings: smut ! (spanking, dirty talk, harry being a mean dom, ruined orgasm, breeding kink, light bondage, spitting)
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Mia can be a brat.
Harry knows this — it's not a new revelation, and he probably realized it the first time they met when she fired back sarcastic comments about him having a bad dating profile.
(In hindsight, she was absolute right, as she is about many things, but he'll never admit that. At least not for right now.)
They've only been seeing each other for around two months and properly dating for one, but Mia is a creature of habit and he's gotten to know her quite well. She's always cranky after a late afternoon or evening class, she gets a headache when she's hungry, if she drinks more than three glasses of wine without any water in between, she's ending the night with her head in the toilet.
Harry doesn't mind any of these things — he's actually really enjoyed getting to learn the things that make her her, and even if he's holding her hair back with her knees pressing into the heated floors of his bathroom, he adores her.
He really, really adores her.
That's why he's all but clamoring into her apartment, eyes wide with concern, his fist rapidly hitting the wood — because while she was waiting for him to come over, his pretty, lovely Mia is walking around in nothing but a baby tee and a slinky pair of white underwear, and he can see her straight through her window.
Harry considers himself to be well-versed on the threat of violence against women, so he's immediately pounding on the door, demanding she open it. When she does, she swings it open with a look of confusion, still in the same scraps of fabric that barely cover her body. He hisses out and nearly pushes her through the doorframe, slamming it behind them.
"Mi, your fucking curtains are open," he sneers, brushing past her and straight to her living room. He grabs the fabric and pulls them closed, a scowl on his face when he turns around to look at her. 
She's standing behind him with her arms crossed, tucked under her breasts just enough to push them up. 
"Okay," Mia replies with a shrug, "Are you done?"
Harry furrows his eyebrows, a crease forming between them as he glances back at her now covered window. Is he hallucinating? Why isn't she concerned? 
"What are you talking about? Mia, someone could have seen you—"
"Yeah, you did."
"Exactly, but it could've been someone more dangerous than me and you could've gotten hurt—"
"But I didn't."
He huffs in annoyance and steps closer to her, trying to read her expression through his own squinted eyes. 
"No, you didn't. But I don't want you prancing around your house with the windows open so some weird perv can watch you. Especially when you're wearing... that."
Mia tilts her head to the side, her lips slightly pursed. "Wearing... what? My pajamas?"
"Those aren't your pajamas, Mia." 
He's growing increasingly frustrated with her, not understanding why she's fighting him on every little thing, even if it doesn't make sense.
And then it clicks.
She's doing it on purpose.
She wants to be punished.
"I don't get why you're being so conservative," Mia says with a roll of her eyes, "Maybe if my boyfriend actually paid attention to me, I wouldn't have to try to get it from weird pervs."
Harry's eyebrows shoot up and he surges forward, his form towering over hers. He grabs her by the hips, his fingertips slipping underneath the tight waistband of her underwear. He pulls at the fabric, holds it, and then lets it snap against her skin. She gasps in surprise, but refuses to back down — he can see it in her eyes, she only wants to continue challenging him.
"Is that what you want?" Harry snarls, ducking down so he's at eye level with her, "Attention from strangers you've never met instead of your sweet, loving boyfriend that buys you whatever you want?" 
His hands travel around to her ass, cupping and massaging the soft flesh. Goosebumps raise over her arms and legs at his low tone, her eyes rounding out as he grabs at her skin. 
"No answer?" he continues, clicking his tongue against his the roof of his mouth, "No? Nothing? You don't wanna admit to me that you know how I sweet I am on you, huh? Remember when I bought you all that makeup you wanted last weekend? And what about the massage I scheduled for you when you were feeling tense from school, hm?" 
Mia opens and shuts her mouth, her words dry in her throat every time she goes to answer. Of course she knows how much Harry does for her—how much attention he gives her in a million different ways. But the longer he paws at her ass, arousal quickly dampening the white fabric covering her modesty, she finds that it's impossible for her to verbalize anything, entirely too swept away in Harry's dominance.
"What, you don't wanna be such a brat now?" he pushes, one of his hands moving up the length of her back. He grabs a handful of her hair and pulls, his grasp tight as Mia lets out a wet gasp.
"I'm not a brat," she finally mutters out, teeth grit from the slight bite of pain at the base of her skull, "You just don't how to fuck me, is all."
"Now, I know you're not that fucking dumb," Harry hisses, angling his face closer to hers so that they're almost nose-to-nose. "I know you're just feeling bratty and you want my attention, so I'll give you one chance to apologize. Now."
They both know there's not a chance in hell she's saying she's sorry.
He releases her head and shakes his own, using his newly free hand to grab her jaw. "Open."
She doesn't.
"Mia, open your fucking mouth."
Harry swears her lips pull even tighter together.
"You're an absolute menace, you know that?" he mutters. She's not sure what's she's expecting—she knows she's being the absolute worst right now, grating every last ounce of his patience—but it's certainly not his spit landing on the surface of her lips, a wicked smirk on his face, as if to say I-fucking-told-you-so.
"Lick it up," he simply instructs, removing his hands from her body. She does as she's told, nervous bouts of energy firing through her as her tongue peeks out of her mouth to get rid of his saliva. It's dirty and demeaning but so, so good. 
While she does that, he makes a move to remove the leather belt slung around his hips. They've experimented with the belt a few times, but nothing more than a few swats to her thighs or bum — it's intense, and after a few hits, it becomes unenjoyable. 
So she's expecting that, but instead he sits down on the couch and pats his thighs. Silently, she complies, prepared to straddle his waist. 
"No." he says curtly, nudging her body away with his knee, "Tummy down, ass out."
Mia swallows and nods, slowly lowering her body over the length of the couch. She stretches her torso across Harry's lap with her bum fitting just below his thigh. Once she's settled — with no help from Harry, may she add — she feels him wrap the leather around the thick of her thighs, securing it tightly with the metal buckle. She gasps at the roughness of it; how he's just manhandling her like some kind of doll, the arousal leaking from her pussy smearing between the insides of her legs.
"Why did you have me come over if you just wanted to be a naughty little brat?" Harry asks, his palm finding the globes of her ass, rubbing over them softly.
"I don't know." she mumbles as she crosses her elbows under her chin.
Suddenly, his hand disappears, and just as quickly it's back, a harsh smack sounding through the room as it comes down on her ass. 
"Oh!" she exclaims, flinching slightly at the surprise of pain. 
"Give me an actual answer, pet."
Mia swallows nervously and rolls her lips into her mouth. "I... I missed you."
"You missed me?" Harry scoffs from above, "So you thought that was the best way to get my attention?"
"We've both been so busy with work and school... jus' wanted your attention, daddy."
He sighs and trails his fingertips up her spine. She allows her eyes to flutter shut at the gentle touch, a reminder that even if he could be mean and punishing, he was still her Harry.
"I know, you're right," he eventually murmurs, moving his hand up to her hair and stroking it, "I know we haven't seen each other much lately and I'm sorry for that."
Mia doesn't reply to that, instead shifting her position slightly, her thighs starting to feel irritated from the constriction of the leather.
"But you know there are better ways to communicate that to me than doing what you did," Harry continues, forming her hair into a loose braid as he speaks, "Your safety and happiness is my number one concern. Always. And I'm not happy that you put your safety at risk just to get my attention."
"I know," she whispers. "I'm sorry."
"I know you are. You're my sweet girl, I know you didn't mean it." He keeps his voice low, his chest vibrating with his words as his other hand dips below the waistband of her underwear, plucking at the thin fabric. "Still gonna have to punish you, though." 
Mia makes a hmph sound and he smirks, snapping the waistband again. 
"Thought you were doing being bratty. Are you gonna take your punishment like a good pet?"
She can hear the taunting tone in his voice without having to turn around and see his impish face. Even though she's craving his touch, quickly becoming desperate to have his hands on every inch of her skin, she knows disobeying him won't get her anywhere — at least not now, after she's made a scene he won't let her forget. 
"Answer me, pup." His words are punctuated by a firm slap across her right ass cheek, a gasp falling from her lips. The quick sting feels good, especially since she knows it's coming from her lover. 
"Yes, daddy." Mia replies, pressing her thighs together.
"There's my good girl," he says through a low voice, smacking her left cheek this time, "Now, what are you gonna do the next time you want my attention? The next time you're missing me and thinking of being naughty?"
"Gonna tell you," Mia winces as he delivers another blow. "Not gonna be bad, gonna communicate."
"That's right." 
The slaps come faster after that; he counts out 10 but her mind grows fuzzy somewhere around 8, when her skin feels hot to the touch and she's sure the imprint of his hand is clear as day on her ass. The thought makes her core flutter. 
"Good job, baby," Harry murmurs, smoothing his hand over her lower back. He uses the other to unbuckle the belt and she hears it tumble to the floor. "You did so good."
She hums, crossing her ankles behind her, "Am I done being punished?"
"Hmm, what do you think?" Harry gently tugs her up so she's on her knees, splitting her thighs to pull them over his waist, "Do you think you deserve some pleasure now? Or should I make you watch daddy just jerk himself off instead?"
A whimper scratches its way out of her throat as she shakes her head, eyes wide.
"No? You don't think I should just tuck my cock into those pretty little pussy lips? Rut against you until I cum all over my pussy?" He presses soft kisses along her jaw and up to her ear as he speaks, a juxtaposition from his dirty words. "And instead of letting you play with my cum the way I know you love... I'll just shove my fingers inside to make sure it sticks, hm? No orgasm, just get you knocked up, all swollen with daddy's cum."
"F-fuck," Mia mewls just as Harry raises his thigh ever so slightly, just enough to brush up against her sensitive clit. Her hips stutter; she's expecting him to scold her but he doesn't, and so she rolls them once more, the smallest bit of pleasure electrifying her entire body. 
"Does that turn you on, puppy?" Harry whispers against the shell of her ear, making her jaw drop as she ruts her pussy over his thigh once more, "Having an older man get you pregnant? Make you a mumma? Gorgeous girl with a swollen belly full of daddy's cum, hm?"
"Daddy," she moans, ducking her head back. The stimulation between his words and his muscular thigh is almost too much. She feels like she's close to exploding, every cell in her body erupting into stars. 
"You're such a dirty girl, aren't you?" He presses with a dark chuckle, "Should've known from the second I set my eyes on you, going on a date with someone so much older. Just wanted my cock the whole time. Wanted a real man who could take care of you and get you pregnant."
She's moving her hips impossibly fast against his leg now, the layers of fabric doing nothing to stop the bliss quickly zipping through her body. 
"I'm gonna— I'm gonna—"
"You're gonna what?" Harry mocks, the sudden feeling of his fingers denting her hip bones making her eyes snap open, "I know you're not gonna say you're coming, puppy."
Mia's jaw drops, her pussy clenching at the orgasm that could have (should have) been. She stutters through an attempt at words but she's too surprised, the evil smirk on Harry's lips distracting her. 
"Think that's enough of that for today," he says, tapping her legs once as a wordless request to get up. "Have you eaten? I'm starving."
As Harry trails into the kitchen to look through the contents of her fridge, Mia stays frozen on the couch. 
Oh, she was going to get him back for this one. 
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sugar (part two)
in which harry is y/n’s sugar daddy and she’s kind of hiding a teeny tiny secret from him
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“(Y/N). I already said no.” 
She pouted at him, trying not to think about how she’s going to get carpet burn in a matter of minutes. She’s wearing a red, two piece outfit. A cropped tank top and a mini skirt. It was one of his favorites and for some reason, she’s pulling out all the stops today. 
It’s been a month since he saw her cry, but now her bratty behavior is back in full swing. He acts like it annoys him, but she knows he secretly loves to tell her no and then have her make him change his mind. She lives for it too. 
They had just been shopping two days ago. He went along with her the entire trip, carrying bags, giving input on outfits, watching her tirelessly try on shoes and jewelry. She knew he didn’t care, he just wanted to be with her. And she kind of just wanted him to be there too. 
It’s gotten worse. Her longing for him, but her unwillingness to let him know has dwindled. She’s been so much more affectionate, she knows. He knows. But he just thinks she wants another bag or diamond necklace. She’s not quite ready to tell him how she really feels. 
Right now, she’s begging him for a vacation. A week away in Antigua. She’s never been, but he has and he makes her jealous every time he shows her pictures from his trip or simply brings it up. He’d been wanting to go somewhere, but not now when work is so busy. 
She knows he’s stressed, that’s why she wants to get him out of here for a bit. She can tell how tense he is and she hates leaving him in his office at his house because she’s so fucking tired but he won’t stop working. She’d tried several times to get him to go to bed, but he’d just say ten more minutes. This happened more than she’d like to admit. And now she just wants to go away with him. They’d only been on one trip since they’d gotten together. 
He took her to Paris six months ago. It was beautiful and they went on so many shopping sprees she came back with more bags than she originally packed. He did too. It was the most amazing time. The food was good, the weather was amazing, he tried to eat her out but she wouldn’t let him. And she regrets that now because that surely would have made her cum. She still hasn’t let him, but maybe this time she will. She’s been craving more recently and it’s very annoying. 
She set her hands on his desk and leaned down, knowing he was getting a clear view of her cleavage now. He made it obvious, but then he looked back to his work. See, now he’s toying with her. He knows what she’s trying to do and he’s trying to make her mad by ignoring her. 
“Harry,” She whined out his name, quickly moving around the desk to maneuver into his lap. He sighed like he was frustrated by her interrupting his work, but she knew better. “Please?” Her arms wrapped around his neck as his arm came around her waist. 
“I’m so busy the next two weeks, I can’t. After that then we can, I suppose. But I already said no. So get over it.” His hands moved down to her ass and he pulled her closer to him so their hips would be aligned perfectly. (Y/N) didn't want to say he was easy, she just knew what he liked. Knew exactly how to make him agreeable. He pulled her into his chest, but looked over her shoulder to see the computer screen again. Now he's really pushing it. She rolled her eyes at his behavior and reached one of her hands for his hair. The other went to the top button on his shirt. 
"But Daddy," She hadn't called him that since they first started seeing each other. See, (Y/N) wasn't exactly new to this lifestyle when she met Harry. She'd been seeing someone before and they insisted she call them that. Now that she thinks about it, she can't remember the guy's real name. Harry was different. It's not that he didn't like it, but he didn't want (Y/N) to think she had to call him that. He didn't want her to think he had some kind of authority over her. Sure, he doesn't like some of the shit she does, or that she has done, but he'd never turn into a jealous, controlling prick just to make her do what he wants. He's stern with her, but it's never over anything serious. "I really want to go. What can I do to change your mind?" 
She asked this question like she didn't feel the slight bump underneath her. He knew where this was going, she knew where she was taking it, it was just a matter of actually getting there. Harry can be very resistant, even when he's hard as a rock, but (Y/N) knows it's all for show. He'd give her whatever she wanted anyway. 
"You're being awful stubborn today," His hands were still on the keyboard, making her huff quietly. He's doing this on purpose. So, she decides to up the game a bit. He'll be touching her in no time at all. She slowly ran her hand down from the collar of his shirt, to his chest, and then to the top of his belt. She wished he wasn't wearing this because of how time consuming it is to take it off, but it was all a part of the game. She ran her hand over the top of his bulge, feeling him tense before his shoulders dropped. "(Y/N). I'm busy, baby. Can suck me when I get home, 'kay?" Another one of his tactics. Make it seem like he's busy and doesn't want her, but that will change as soon as she gets her hand down his pants. 
"I've been so good. Remember that necklace I bought?" He thought back to the diamond covered 'H' charm that sits right between her collarbones. Thing cost a fortune since it was custom, but Harry didn't mind it. He'd almost forgotten about it, but he took a second to take in the glittering string of diamonds with his initial attached. "Do you know why I got it?" She pressed her mouth to his neck and he tried to keep his eyes open. He was a bit curious about it. It was completely unprovoked, but he wasn't mad. Not at all. He liked seeing it there. He liked knowing that just by looking at it, someone would know she's taken.
"Hm?" So, he wanted to know her answer. Why did she buy it? What does it mean to her? 
"Because I'm yours." She said this right next to his ear and that's just about all it took for him to smash his mouth against hers. He knew that he was giving her exactly what she wanted, but wasn't he going to do that anyway? No matter what? He doesn't mind that she always persuades him to do whatever she wants. He's in deep. He can only hope this all isn't one-sided because he knows the parameters of what their relationship is supposed to be. And it's not feeling the way he does. He's not quite sure where (Y/N) stands, but she just told him she's his so it can't be too far off. 
Harry's helping her roll her hips over his lap while she's trying (and failing) at keeping her moans in. She knows he's at work and she knows he doesn't give a fuck if she's loud, but she's the one that has to walk out of that door in a little bit. So, she tries with everything to keep her mouth pressed to his so tightly there isn't any room for her little noises to slip out. 
He pulled from her mouth, making her frown and reach for him again, but he shook his head. 
"Take your shirt off and get on your knees," She didn't hesitate to do as he asked. She knew she was being a fucking brat and she knew that this would the consequence of that, so she wasn't surprised at all. She was actually anticipating it, waiting until he commanded her to do what she'd been thinking about all morning. Plus, he deserved it. He's taking her to Antigua and right when she wants to go too. 
She hurried to pull her shirt over her head, hearing him curse lowly over her lack of bra. But he already knew that. 
"Go ahead. Take what you wanted so bad, dirty fucking slut." This she didn't mind. Harry and (Y/N) knew each well enough. Knew each other's likes and dislikes, boundaries. She didn't mind when he called her degrading names. In fact, it kind of turned her on. But when random guys from the club or the bar call her that, it makes her so sick with herself. Right now she doesn't think about that though. She just worries about unbuckling his belt and unfastening the button of his work slacks. 
He was already hard, so she didn’t have much of a job there. But she watched her hands closely as she ran them over his cock. He really was a sight to see whenever she got the chance to do this. 
“Can I?” She always asked permission, just to fuck with him. It made him mad at times, but she thought it was so funny. He gritted his teeth and grabbed her by the hair. She loved when he got like this. Demanding and angry. Because he always was so sweet and gentle. She rarely got to see him act this way, so she loves bringing it out of him. 
“Stop fucking teasing me, (Y/N), and suck me. This was your idea and you’re going to take it,” After that, she didn’t hesitate to wrap her lips around his tip before sucking him in. His head fell back against his chair and he tightened his grip on her hair. “That’s it. Good fucking girl. Show me how much you want it.” And she did. 
Harry got a call to his office asking if he was alright in the middle of it and he replied very sharply that he was before slamming the phone back down on the receiver. (Y/N) can feel her arousal dripping down her legs. He’s just so domineering when he wants to be and it turns her on so much. 
He pulled her off and she whined, quickly wiping her chin. She went to complain, but he silenced her with just a look. 
“Now that I’m nice and wet, get up here,” She hurried to move off the floor, feeling her knees burn from the carpet, and sat on his knee. He wrapped his own fist around himself and started moving it up and down. She just watched, in awe of how he was making himself feel good. They had done something similar to this before, but only once, and (Y/N) really liked it that time too. He leaned down and kissed across her chest. Her hands went to his hair and she pulled right as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. 
(Y/N) had to shut her eyes. She wasn’t sure she could watch anymore because he’s barely touched her and she’s dripping. 
“You’re so good, Harry, please.” His hand on his dick didn’t stop so he moaned around her a few times giving her goosebumps all the way down her body. She really just wanted to swing her leg over his lap and finish him off herself, but she knew that he was going to torture her. 
“That feels so nice, baby. I’m gonna cum right now.” His whole body tensed underneath her before he went completely slack as he came all over his hand and her thigh. He was relatively quiet for how intense it seemed, but she knows they’re in the office right now. While he caught his breath, she grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to her mouth to lick his fingers clean. He watched her closely, feeling her mouth go all the way down his finger to the knuckle. He groaned, resting his head back. He should’ve let her finish him off, goddamn it. 
He reached for a tissue to wipe her leg clean before she was pressing her mouth to his and begging for access to his mouth with her tongue. When she pulled away, she smiled. 
“So, when’s the flight?” 
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“Absolutely fucking not.” She pouted at him immediately. He was sitting at the foot of the bed resting back on his hands. He was helping (Y/N) pack for their trip. Today was his last day of work for two weeks and (Y/N) was panicking about over packing so he came over to help. 
Right now, she’s dressed in the tiniest fucking swimsuit he’s ever seen. And he’s not letting her wear it. Nope. Not a fucking chance. Her ass is out, the top is so fucking small, he swears she probably got a size smaller on purpose. 
He knows it’s going to be just the two of them and they won’t be around too many people, but he’s not having it. And now he’s getting ready to watch her scold him in that tiny bikini. He swears he doesn’t plan these types of things. 
“You can’t tell me what to wear.” She crossed her arms, giving him another phenomenal view of her tits. How can he argue with her anyway? He won’t let anyone close enough to touch her. He just doesn’t want anyone staring at what’s for his eyes only. 
“I’m not telling you what to wear, I’m telling you what not to wear. I’m already taking you on a two week trip where you want to go, so you might as well do as I say.” She rolled her eyes and turned her back to him. So, he grabbed her by the arm and tossed her over his lap. She started complaining immediately. 
“Harry. Let me up!” He set his leg over hers so she couldn’t move and he smiled to himself. 
“How about I spank your little ass until it’s red and then you won’t be able to wear your swimsuit anyway.” She whined, squirming in his lap again. He held her still and moved the fabric to the side before running his hand over her ass. 
“Harry. I swear. I fucking dare you.” Now she’s getting mad, but he doesn’t care. She didn’t want to listen. 
“Oh? You dare me?” She dug her nails into his thigh and all he could do was chuckle. 
“Go fuck yourself,” She thinks she’s so scary. Now he’s going to make her cry. Before he really got into it, he asked her if she was okay and she confirmed. “I’m fine. I deserve it, don’t I?” 
So, he smacked her until her skin was red and she had tears in her eyes. But the good kind. She was moaning by the end of it, trying to get her hand underneath the bottoms of her swimsuit. He wouldn’t allow it though and ran his finger through her slickness himself. She moaned again, pressing back on his hand. 
“You’re so filthy. How can this be a punishment if you like it so much?” 
(Y/N)’s been on the edge for weeks now. She hasn’t gotten herself off in hopes that Harry does it himself sometime soon. She thinks that anything at this point could do it for her. But for some reason, it seems to be harder than that. So, while she’s writhing around in his lap, she’s trying anything she can to get some friction from somewhere. 
“Please.” She begged in a whisper, but he persisted in smacking the back of her thighs, leaving marks there too. 
“This isn’t what you wanted? I don’t know, baby, you seem pretty excited about it,” She pressed her legs together tightly, trying not to think too much about what he’s saying because his voice makes it worse. “What do you want then, hm? Three fingers?” 
“Oh, fuck you,” He laughed and let her up. She winced as she fixed her bottoms and sat beside him. “So, I really can’t wear this bathing suit?” 
“Want to go over my knee again? Find another one.” She huffed before standing and walking back to her closet. She’s going to bring it along anyway. He watched her ass as she walked off, now with his handprint all over it. He smiled to himself and leaned back on the bed again. He really can’t wait until they get on the beach. The property they’re staying on has a private beach and he can’t wait till (Y/N) realizes she can take her top off. No one would see her there, so perhaps she could wear the bathing suit there, but he didn’t want that one to be her main choice. She needs something a little more . . . covering. 
He finished helping her pack and then they both showered and curled up in her bed. His things were packed and in the trunk of his car, so he didn’t have to worry about that. He just hopes he doesn’t have to work a lot during this vacation because (Y/N) will not be happy with him. 
The morning was hectic. (Y/N) had to pry Harry out of bed at five in the morning and he whined the entire time he was getting ready. He helped her carry all her bags down to the car and then they started off for the airport. She was practically buzzing in her seat. She was so excited to go on another trip with Harry. Paris was a dream last time and now that they know each other so much better now, she can’t wait for it to just be him and her the entire time. 
Maybe here she can finally tell him about her little . . . problem. But she doesn’t know yet. 
As soon as they got on Harry’s private plane, she curled right up in his lap and shut her eyes again. He drank a cup of tea while looking at his phone. He’s not sure that he can go back to sleep. At least not for a while. So, he’s going to check through his email as much as he can until he goes to sleep or until (Y/N) wakes back up. Whichever is first. 
Hours later, they’re both peacefully asleep, wrapped up in each other. Even in their dreams. 
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“Can you get my shoulders again?” 
It’s been three days of paradise so far. They haven’t left each other’s side the entire time. (Y/N)’s happy, Harry’s happy, what more could they ask for?
Right now they’re on the beach and Harry’s just waiting for (Y/N) to decide she wants to take her top off. And then he’s going to fuck her right here on the sand. Anyway she likes. She asked him to put sunscreen on her shoulders again and he decided to get the ball rolling. 
She’s wearing a different bathing suit than the one he told her not to wear, but he saw her sneak that one in the bag anyway. This one is a black string bikini and he wants it off. So, he rubbed over her shoulders and pressed his mouth to any part of her skin he could reach. She laughed him off and turned to look at him. 
“What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?” She was smiling, leaning back on her hands and looking him over with something in her eye that was anything but innocent. 
“Just thinking.” She hummed, pushing herself up on her knees. And then she crawled closer to him until her nose brushed his. 
“About what?” She pressed her lips to his twice before pulling back with her eyebrows raised. 
“You sitting on my cock.” Why be anything but blunt? He wants what he wants and he’s going to tell her. She laughed it off again, kissing his cheek this time before moving to lay beside him. 
“Right now?” He hummed a yes. “Hm. I don’t know. You have been a good boy. Maybe later.” She shrugged, knowing he was clenching his jaw beside her. She’s just teasing anyway. She’d do it in a heartbeat. 
“I’m going out to the water. Be back soon.” He patted her knee before pulling himself off the towel and walking towards the water. 
She watched him the entire time with sunglasses covering her eyes. She’s going to ask him to go down on her when they get back to the room. As soon as they do. And she knows he’ll say yes. 
But that didn’t happen.
Harry was on a work call for a whole hour. He was out on the balcony, throwing his hands around as he talked and messing up his hair. She just sat on the bed in a robe with her arms crossed. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It’s only their third day in Antigua and he’s already all wrapped up in his work. Even when he’s miles and miles away. So, she’s a little ticked off about it. 
She was scrolling through her phone when he finally slid the door open and came back inside. Another half an hour had passed before she gave up on him. She’s not in the mood to do anything anymore. She’s tired from being in the sun all morning, she just wants to shower and lay down for the rest of the afternoon. 
“Sorry, babe. Important call about the merger,” She didn’t respond, just kept her eyes on her phone. He noticed, of course, but just looked at her for a few more seconds before taking his shirt over his head. He laid behind her on the bed and wrapped his arms around her. She elbowed him lightly when he started kissing her neck. “What?” He whined, resting his chin on her shoulder. He can tell she’s not happy with him, he just doesn’t know why. 
“I’m tired. Let me up.” She tossed her phone aside and sat up once he let her go. She didn’t look back at him, she just went to the bathroom and shut the door so she could shower. 
Harry laid his head back on the pillows and sighed. He had to take the call, there wasn’t anything he could do. She forced him to take her here, so she has to deal with it. How does she think he can take all these vacations? He has to work. 
He rolled his eyes when she came out to get her clothes and then went right back in the bathroom. He’s wondering if he should start keeping a tally of how many times he has to fuck the attitude out of her because he has a feeling he’s going to do it again very soon. 
She finally came out of the bathroom, dressed in shorts and a tank top. She’s got no bra on and he can tell very clearly. She slid in bed again with her back to him. Yeah, very, very soon. 
“What’s wrong?” He knew what was wrong. She felt neglected in the five seconds he wasn’t paying attention to her. How sad. She didn’t answer him, so he pulled her onto her back and hovered over her. She shot him a look and tried to push him off. 
“I’m trying to sleep, Harry. Why don’t you go take another phone call?” He scoffed, watching as she rolled her eyes at him and pushed at his shoulders. 
“It was one, (Y/N). Get the fuck over yourself,” She pushed his chest harder, wanting to get out from under him, but he wasn’t having it. “What happened, huh?” 
“No work calls.” He raised his eyebrows, watching her displeased expression turn slightly sad. He pouted back at her and pressed a kiss to her cheek. 
“I’ll try my best. Promise. Now . . . you’ve just taken a shower. Do you want a nap now?” She pursed her lips, remembering her plans from before. He was laying against her, so she moved her hips up once, causing his eyebrows to raise. “No nap then?” 
“No. I want you,” She knew that she needed to finish her sentence, but she never had to ask before. So she’s feeling a bit weird. “Your mouth.” 
“Where do you want my mouth?” He’s looking so deeply into her eyes, she feels her cheeks flushing. He’s just so loving and it makes her feel all types of things. 
“You know where.” His eyes widened a bit before he started grinning. 
“Finally going to let me taste you, baby?” She nodded quickly, wrapping her arms around his neck. 
“Please?” He leaned down, pressing his mouth to hers and immediately going to suck her tongue into his mouth. Right as his hand slid down to her shorts, his phone started ringing. He didn’t stop kissing her until it rang two more times. 
“I’m sorry.” She huffed as he climbed off of her and went to get the still ringing device laid on the desk across the room. He put it to his ear after giving her one last apologetic look before retreating to the balcony once again. She’s mildly satisfied about the bulge in his sweatpants, but she’s still disappointed about being interrupted again. 
She turned her back to him again and shut her eyes. Maybe once he’s done being too busy for her he’ll pay her some attention. 
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(Y/N)’s beyond irritated. 
Every time they try to do anything, Harry’s phone is ringing. They went out to a nice lunch right by the coast and right when he was going to say something she expected to be really sappy, his phone went off. 
And then, back in their room, she was trying to shift focus onto something a little more exciting than just turning in for the night, but Harry stayed up and got on his computer to do work. She wishes she could get rid of that thing. 
And finally. Now, she’s just waking up and when she turns over, noticing his lack of hold on her, he’s on his laptop again. Glasses on his nose, fingers typing away with his phone inches away from him. She rolled her eyes, not bothering with pleasantries, just getting up and walking to the bathroom. 
She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and brushed her hair out before changing into her bathing suit. She’s going back to the beach. With or without him. Judging by his set up there on the bed, he’s not going anywhere for a while. 
She lathered herself up in sunscreen before grabbing a hair tie and sunglasses. When she walked back into the room, Harry’s eyes shot to her figure, but she only ignored him. Just as he’d been doing to her for six days now. They have eight days left and she wants to make the most of it, but if Harry’s going to continue being a workaholic, then why did he come and waste her time? 
“Morning. Headed somewhere?” She finally looked at him. He looked tired and cuddly, but she wasn’t in the mood for that right now. She came here to have fun and instead he’s acting like an eighty year old man.
“The beach.” And she’s not going to the little private plot of sand they have. No, she’s going to the actual beach with other people around. She needs human interaction. 
“In that?” She was wearing the bathing suit he absolutely loathed, but she didn’t care. Maybe she’d catch someone else’s attention at the beach and have a good time for once. 
“Yes. In this. I want to get a good spot, so I have to go. See you later.” She slipped her feet into her sandals and grabbed her bag. She kept the essentials in there. A water bottle, more sunscreen, a book to read, granola bars. Things like that. She wouldn’t have to be back for a while and she doesn’t plan on it. 
“(Y/N). At least speak before you plan to fucking walk out on me, yeah?” She wanted to roll her eyes again, but she decided that wouldn’t get her anywhere except over his knee. 
“I didn’t think it mattered. You’re too busy for me anyway.” And maybe that was a low blow. Maybe she’s being bratty. Maybe she should be more grateful. But she wants to get under his skin just enough for him to realize that she feels alone on this trip. He’s been in business world this entire time. This was meant to be two weeks of relaxation for the both of them. Harry looks just as stressed as he’d been before they left.
The thing was, she tried. She tried to distract him enough to where he’d forget about it, but he always seemed to get right back to it. As soon as there was a free moment. And it frustrates her so much.
So, with the shocked, slightly irritated look on Harry’s face, she walked right out the door and went on her way to the beach. He can’t be mad at her. She’s just trying to have a good fucking time and he keeps ruining it. 
She found the perfect spot to set up. She laid her towel down, got situated with her book and headphones, and then was lost in the story she was reading. It was a romance, of course. Something from Harry’s ever growing collection of sappy novels that she adored. He had even recommended it to her, sneakily letting her know that there were plenty of naughty scenes, enough to make her tummy feel warm. And that’s where she was in the book currently. The two main characters were getting quite frisky and it was making (Y/N) press her thighs together. 
Suddenly, right beside her, a frisbee lands. It was blue with silver detailing on the top. She pulled the wires of her headphones and sat up on her hands so she could return the frisbee. 
She didn’t see anyone right away, which confused her, but further down the beach, she saw a man waving his hands at her and profusely apologizing. 
“I’m sorry! I didn’t hit you, did I?” She stood up with the frisbee and handed it back to him. His smile was enough to make her cheeks warm up. It was dazzling, rivaling another glimmering smile that graced her vision daily. 
“No, it’s okay. Really.” He looked her over, head to toe, so obviously, but she reveled in the feeling of it. He’s paying her attention. All she’s wanted for the past week. And it’s from a random stranger. 
“Well, I’m sorry anyway. I don’t know if this is too forward, but my friends and I are having a party later and I’d love it if you could come—”
“No thanks, pal,” Harry’s voice sounded from behind her and she huffed, feeling his arm settle around her shoulders. He was doing the whole male macho thing and it made her want to tell him off. But she stood there, stiff under his arm, watching as the guy with the frisbee looked between the two of them. “Got it from here.” 
Frisbee guy met her eyes, looking slightly concerned. 
“Are you okay?” 
Harry scoffed, tightening his arm around her. The fucking nerve of this guy. He can’t believe he’s even still standing in front of him. 
“I’m fine.” She spoke up, wanting to diffuse the anger she can feel rolling off of Harry in waves. 
“Okay,” The guy still seemed unsure and looked to be sizing Harry up, but he spoke up again. “The offer still stands. We’re staying at that blue house down there,” He pointed down the beach and she nodded, shooting him a smile. “I’m Darren.” 
“(Y/N).” 
“I hope you can stop by, (Y/N).” And then he winked. She had to physically hold Harry back as Darren turned and walked away from them. She put her hands against his chest and shoved him back. 
“What is your problem?” She scolded him immediately, shooting him a glare. He looked down at her with the same look. 
“I’m not sure where this behavior came from—”
“This behavior? What are you, my dad?” He raised his eyebrows before glancing around them, reminding her that they are in public. He stepped closer to her. 
“Thought you preferred to call me daddy?” She shoved him again, groaning to herself. He’s so frustrating. And now he’s smiling! She’s so angry. She’s so fucking angry at him. First, he ignores her and then he comes out here and tries to boss her around? Not happening. 
“You are insufferable.” She crossed her arms and he tilted his head, taking in the view of her borderline perfect body. He loves it. Every dip, curve, line. He’s in love with it. 
“Who was he?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes before moving back to start packing her things up. She just wants to go back to their room and continue ignoring Harry. He pissed her off majorly. 
“I don’t know.” He followed right after her, not liking her answer. He reached for the bag when she stood straight again and she jerked it out of his reach. 
“You don’t know?” She shrugged, keeping her eyes locked on his. “I come out here and you’re giving him fuck me eyes. What am I supposed to think?” 
“Maybe I wanted him to fuck me.” Harry’s demeanor darkened and he took a step closer to her. She stopped breathing for just a second, seeing Harry look at her so seriously and almost . . . angry. 
“That so?” 
“Yeah.” 
“(Y/N). I’m not sure if you know it or not, but you fucking belong to me. And I’m going to be the only one fucking you. Hear me?” Her gaze was unwavering. She was challenging him. Completely. And she didn’t care for the consequences. 
“Oh, yeah?” She didn’t wait for him to respond. “Why would I want you to fuck me if you can’t even make me cum?” 
His expression dropped even further. She almost felt bad. 
“What?” 
Right on this beach, in the middle of a crowd. She admitted it right there. Right there. 
“You heard me, Harry.” He blinked once. And then several times. He shook his head, meeting her eyes again. 
“Are you serious?” His voice was so soft now. She felt bad. Almost. But there was still frustration encompassing that. “(Y/N). Are you—that’s . . . really?” And that’s when she saw it. His eyes getting glossy. She’d never seen him get emotional. He was soft at times, but tears had never lined up in his eyes the entire time she’s known him. The pit forming in her stomach is burning now.
“Yes.” He ran a hand through his hair and shut his eyes, looking to be in pure agony. She hopes no one around them can hear them. The nearest person is about ten feet away, but she doesn’t know if they’re being loud or not. She just wants everything to be fixed. Even if she is angry at him. 
“How could you not tell me? You just . . . you faked it,” He rubbed his eyes harshly with his knuckles before sniffling. “(Y/N). I’m sorry, I . . I don’t know what to say.” 
“Don’t be sorry.” She went to grab his hand, but he snatched it away. 
“I can’t. I have to go.” He turned on his heel and was gone seconds later. Her shoulders dropped. She can’t believe she said that. More specifically, she can’t believe she said it right on the beach. Anyone could have heard that. She feels bad. He looked so upset about it. They’ve almost been seeing each other for a year and he hasn’t directly gotten her off the entire time. She guesses she had to tell him sooner or later. But probably not like that.
She doesn’t know what to do now. She hopes she didn’t hurt him to badly, but it is the truth. And sometimes, it hurts.
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let’s all be honest harry deserves a sugar daddy and Reborn is all too willing to provide
Harry Potter could afford to buy a reasonably sized private island for himself if he wanted. (He doesn’t want to. Doesn’t want to touch that money that isn’t his. Doesn’t want to carry that blood soaked gold in his hands and feel the weight of the lives it cost for it to make hits way to him.) He is fine living modestly with his hand me downs and giving every knut of his fortune to whatever charities (some of which he started himself) exist to rebuild after the war.
That being said he does like nice things. Likes soft and pretty things that he always got to see and never touch.
Then comes Reborn who frankly has more money than sense and an incredibly intense desire to give Harry Potter the happy, if not quiet or peaceful, life he deserves complete with all the pretty things he could ever want and some of them he never thought to want.
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