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Coconuts

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Warnings- smut, teasing, slight public play If you squint, slight degradation, but lighter compared to our other stuff. Cute

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Y/N could feel his eyes on her as she walked back towards him on the beach, his sunglasses doing little to hide the stare down he was having with her body. She’d known that this bathing suit would probably make him a little handsy, but it had been vastly underestimated how much it would distract him. There was not a single word being absorbed around him and she sort of felt like prey as she made her way to the rented cabana, tummy rumbling with both nerves and anticipation.

“What’s this, darling?” He asked as she flipped her sandals off on the raised wooden platform to avoid the spread of sand the best she could. He’d beaten her out here to set up their towels and made sure the daybed was good to go, as Y/N couldn’t handle another full day in the sun and needed the coverage the cabana would offer. He was being a doting and sweet boyfriend and she’d been planning on making him crazy.

“Hm? Oh, I got us those drinks in the coconuts.” She hummed, handing him one. It was part of the charm, their vacation essential, but he didn’t give the drink a second look before placing it on the little side table offered with the package. A tingle ran up her spine as warm hands grabbed the back of her thighs, urging her to step between his spread thighs while his brows furrowed behind the tinted lenses.

“You know that’s not what m’talking about, love.” He winced slightly at the light as Y/N pushed the glasses up into his hair so she could see his mossy eyes, resting her hand on his warm shoulder before taking a sip from her drink. It was a coconut rum cream type of thing and she knew she was going to be wasted on these, but that was the point. Wasn’t it?

But she was playing coy, tilting her head to the side as she gave him a look. “What do you mean, then?” It was exciting to play games with him. To tease him. Harry was a passionate man with a lot of redeeming qualities, but he was the most fun to tease. To watch him narrow his eyes at her and think about how she was most definitely going to pay for it later. It spiked her adrenaline, heartbeat quickening as his hands moved over her ass and to her hips. His thumbs dug into the dips back there, a deep exhale leaving his mouth and washing over her bare belly, heat pooling between her thighs as he leaned forward to press a chaste kiss right above her belly button.

“This bathing suit. I didn’t see you pack it.” He let her off the hook for playing dumb, rubbing his circles into the dips as he watched the corner of her lip temple as if trying not to smile. “I would remember a little thing like this. Barely fuckin’ there, is it?” His eyes found the tied strings at the sides of her waist. That was dangerous and the entire point. It was a deep red, the smallest thing she’d ever worn in public, and tied behind her neck and at her hips with flimsy strings. It was made to taunt him, make him needier than ever, and a bit of payback from the tiny yellow shorts he loved to wear. He knew just how much she loved his thighs and exactly what it did to her to see them exposed. Knowing what she liked to do on his bare thigh, right over the tattooed tiger.

“Oh, this old thing?” She smiled as innocently as she could. “It’s something from a few years back. I think my chest has gotten bigger since I originally bought it, but that’s not a problem… is it?”

“Actually,” Harry breathed. “It is.” He was quick to pull her into his lap, a squeak leaving her as he gave her a dark look. “Because you know exactly what this was going to do t’me and how it was going to make me feel, and you put it on anyway. You, you can hide when that perfect cunt gets wet and sticky. But me?” He glanced around before pulling her further over his lap so she could feel the growing bulge in his own bathing suit. “Can’t do much without scarring the rest of the people at this beach. You’re causing problems on purpose.” The voice he used was hushed and deep, going straight to her core. Of course it was the goal to get in trouble, but his reaction had been better than she anticipated. He shifted her slightly on his lap, subtly moving her over his length under the guise of adjusting her. “How do you think this is supposed t’get fixed? Want me to go have a wank in the restroom?”

“Nuh-uh.” She grinned. “I told you. I want all of you this trip.” Leaning to the side to place her own drink down, he hissed at the movement of her over his growing prick. “You’re not wasting a drop of you. It’ll get fixed, but m’not gonna rush off the beach before I’ve had my drink.” She shrugged, taking her hand that had been cooled by said drink to hold the side of his neck. There was a lot more satisfaction than she could admit when she saw him shiver at the temperature change. “This is my payback for those stupid yellow shorts you wore yesterday.”

Harry knew she could be vengeful. This cat and mouse game that had been him pursuing her had bled into the relationship and he loved that she liked to tease- but he loved that she was seeking a punishment out of it. “You know what I did in return for that?” He clicked his tongue. “I took you to the dressing area and fingered you until you dripped down my fingers. Had to hold your loud fucking mouth quiet, but I took care of it.” It wasn’t doing much good to think of it, especially considering his current predicament of trying not to get painfully hard, but it was one of his favorite things they’d ever done. Making Y/N melt into a desperate, horny mess had been one of his favorite pleasures in life, but knowing she was too needy to wait had stroked his ego.

The roles reversed, though? He wasn’t too sure. It would be noticeable if she was on her knees in the dressing tents, not just looking like an innocent couple leaving more tents open by changing under the same curtain. Her chest was distracting. It was glistening from the aftermath of freshly applied suncream, her breasts on full display and hanging just the way he liked. This bathing suit was his personal heaven. Or hell. He hadn’t quite decided yet.

“So how are you going to take care of me?”

Y/N knew she had been a little cruel, sure, but she could still feel the slight ache from how he’d fucked her last night. She wanted it again, but harder. He’d been a little soft beforehand and she figured he’d make use out of a little motivation.

“Aw, my poor baby.” She cooed, stroking his jaw as it clenched. “Getting hard for me. Can’t help it when you see my tits, hm? Or is it all of it?” There was a moment she pretended to think while he glared at her. “Probably all. But I’m not extremely cruel, Harry. Just giving you a taste of your own medicine. You failed to mention that you made me wait 3 hours until you took care of me.” It felt longer. “So we’re going to sit on this beach for 2. I’m going to have my drink, read my book, enjoy the warm breeze, and you’re going to sit with me. Then we can go back to the villa and you can do as you please.” She hummed, placing a wet kiss to his forehead before standing up from his lap. A towel was tossed his way, which he failed to catch because he was trying to pull her back into his lap. “Use this to hide yourself.” The smugness she felt was unmatched as she grabbed her book and found her way to the other side of the daybed, laying on her back to start the hardest reading session of her life.

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Harry didn’t make it easy on her. Not that she thought he would, considering she knew both of their histories of being menaces when in the mood, but she hadn’t expected to be so heavily affected by simple touches.

His fingers drew circles over her exposed hip as he spooned her, pretending to read over her shoulder. Quiet breaths puffed over the side of her neck as he nuzzled into her, sponging kisses there like clockwork. It was chaste enough that she couldn’t really scold him for it, but that didn’t mean it didn’t make her throb between her legs. It was her fault, she was torturing her own self with drawn out foreplay. Y/N rarely ever made Harry wait for it- she was far too greedy- so she struggled with holding her guns as she felt his fingers move further down to the bottom of her stomach, thumbing over the top of the little bathing suit bottoms.

It was a miracle she’d survived that far, and despite it only being an hour and 42 minutes, she thinks that it was good enough.

Pushing her into the villa, Harry’s hands rushed to tug the strings off of the suit, starting with the bottoms. “You evil little thing.” He growled against her mouth, pressing her up against the door as the red fabric fell to the ground and his hand slipped between her thighs. “What was the point of that, hm? You like being bad, pissing me off?” Fingers slid between her swollen, soaked folds and coated his skin just the way he knew it would. “Tortured yourself too. Could have just told me you wanted me to fuck you again and we could have spent the day in here.”

Y/N whined as she felt a digit sink into her, leaning further back against the door as he moved it slowly in and out of her. His fingers were thicker than her own, longer, making it much easier for him to reach places she couldn’t when she pleasured herself. His hands had always been a weakness for her, knowing how skilled he was in using them to create both art and pleasure. Coaxing the perfect orgasms from her since he’d met her. “Y-You teased me first.” She huffed, eyes fluttering as his mouth sucked over a part of her jaw that he knew would make her weaken. “What did you expect?”

“I expected you to be a big girl and tell me what you wanted, rather than parade around in this slutty little bathing suit and make me wait two hours before I could do anything about it.” He grumbled, teeth scraping over skin making her whimper. “I expected you to keep me in bed and spread your gorgeous thighs for me and tell me that you’re the neediest little thing, and you want my cock. I would have done it in a heartbeat. Instead, you chose to be a fucking brat. Because if you wanted to work me up, if you wanted me to be frustrated? It worked.” His opposite hand came down on her bare ass, the slap resonating through the villa and sting making her gasp. “What was the end goal?”

His finger was joined by another, making her eyes flutter and her brain slow down a little bit. He knew what he was doing- he always did. “Just wanted you to feel… to feel like I did. You made me wait and…” Her voice trailed off as it bled into a moan, his fingers hooking just so to hit the spot she needed.

“And?” He asked expectantly. “And what, sweetheart. Because I recall taking care of you. Even soaking, no one could tell. But everyone would be able to see my dick if I didn’t have that towel. Is that what you wanted? Wanted everyone to see me?”

“No!” She hissed. “No it’s- It’s mine. I just wanted, I wanted you to feel what I felt.” Her head fell back against the door with a thump, spreading her legs a bit more. Harry knew exactly what he was doing, he knew exactly what to do to make her weak. His quickening fingers and his hand gripping the side of her ass, he was making her see that she was definitely going to pay for it. “You’ve been driving me crazy the whole vacation and I… fuck.” Her words trailed off, the feel of the heel of his hand tapping against her clit with his thrusts making her brain fuzzy.

“You think you haven’t been driving me insane this whole time?” He asked, tone incredulous. “Think I havent been losing my fucking mind watching you walk around in these little bathing suits and sundresses? Think I haven’t had to be mindful of what m’wearing or what we’re doing because all I want to do is bend you over and hike up those dresses or pull down those bottoms and sink right back where I belong?” His voice hissed against her ear as he kissed over the side of neck, the sloppy pecks making her breathing pick up. “Because I have been fucking insane, I’ve been trying to be decent and make sure m’not hogging you in bed and let you go to the beaches and to the shops and to dinner, but I’d be perfectly happy with you in here, with our view of the ocean and you warming my cock.”

Y/N could feel herself getting close. It was hard not to with how worked up she’d gotten trying to tease him, the way he was talking to her, how his fingers always managed to coax the orgasms out of her faster than anyone else- including herself- ever had. “I would have- I would have, I want that, please.” She begged, which Harry knew all too well what that tone of voice meant. She was deliciously close, the slick of her arousal dribbling down his hand and she was just right there-

And he stopped. Y/N whined, tears welling in her eyes as she looked at him in disbelief. He was so generous with her pleasure that she hadn’t been expecting that in the slightest.

“If you hadn’t been a brat, maybe I would have let you.” He took his fingers from her, bringing them up to his mouth and made a show of licking them clean. Running them over his tongue with a soft hum and making a show of it as she scowled. “Mmm, none of that, my angel. You’ll get what you want. Just be patient.” Without another word he lifted her up, making her squeal as she was carried across the place before being deposited in the bed. Seeing as he was shirtless still, it was quick work to get himself naked, shorts kicked off to the side as he crawled up the bed and found her mouth right away.

She could taste herself on his tongue as he kissed her deeply, fingers finding the knots behind her neck to undo the swimsuit. It was quick work to pull the cups down, exposing the soft chest he had been obsessed with since day one. Pulling away with wet lips, he looked down at her exposed breasts, pebbled nipples calling to him as he grabbed under her arms to pull her up on the bed and stayed right where he was. “You know how cruel it is to have these right in front of my face, unable to do a thing?” His hushed words made her nod. She did know, she knew exactly how much he loved her chest and just how crazy it would drive him. “I know you did, pet. You know how much I fucking love your body.” His fingers plucked both nipples, squeezing lightly to make her gasp.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, feeling the heat throbbing even hotter as she looked at her. There was something in his eyes, the full lust, the desire and hunger that made her feel like the most desired person in the world. Like no one else could compare. Harry had the ability to make her feel as if she was the only one he’d ever had eyes for, the only one he ever would. She wanted to be his forever, hold on to this feeling and let it grow. “I’m sorry, I just wanted you.” Her whine was cute, he thought, but the apology didn’t cut it.

“I don’t think you are, my love. But you will be.” The man’s tongue brushed through the valley between her breasts, tasting the salt of her skin and the ocean air as it moved to the right one. He was getting her wet as he trailed down to her nipple, moving his fingers out of the way so he could do his job.

If you asked Harry if he was an ass or breast man, he’d tell you he was both- but he had a significant soft spot for Y/N’s chest. He’d been obsessed since the first time he saw her, but more so the first time she took her shirt off and let him suck on her. She was so sensitive, the little whimper she let out proving it as her fingers threaded into her hair and she pushed him further into the soft flesh. Hips moving while she tried to grind against his thigh feeling his lips pull more of her nipple into his mouth and sucked on the raised skin.

“Fuck me.” Y/N breathed, Harry’s thigh giving her a bit of mercy as he pressed it against her cunt. It limited how high she could move her hips, but he didn’t stop her from rubbing against him. His lips pulled and sucked, swirling his tongue over the nipple as he groaned against her breast. She could feel his cock against her thigh, feel it leaking over her skin and felt the desperation rising in her stomach to get him inside. She craved it just as much as he did, and had half a mind to demand him to make good on his promise of keeping him tucked inside of her so they could go again and again and again. It was an addiction, how his body made her feel. Desperate and needy, wet and achy, she had the best man to take care of her but he loved to fucking tease. “Inside me, please. I’ll be good, you can do it hard, I just need it. M’empty.”

Harry ignored her, pulling off of her right nipple and switching to her left. This time, though, he kept his eyes open and watched her face scrunch up with pleasure. It was able to be felt smeared all over his thigh as she ground herself against it, making a mess of him before he was even inside of her, but he loved it. Making her this desperate was his favorite thing to do and it wasn’t hard. His girl was sensitive and needy and he took pleasure in making her teary and begging for him. It was his payback.

Y/N mewled as his teeth scraped over the swollen nipple, hips jerking and hands tugging sharply at his hair which only spurred him on further. Sucking harder on the bud and making her keen out loud, hips bucking into the air before he finally released her. If he did too much he could probably make her finish from that, but that was something he wanted to try another day. His dick had been throbbing for hours now, and he wanted some relief.

“Lay on your stomach.” He ordered, watching her scramble to listen. He had gotten his point across and he knew it, a self satisfied smirk coming on his face as he pulled his briefs down and gave himself a few tugs. She laid down just as he said, her cheek to the pillow as she looked back at him with a soft pout on her lips. His sweet girl, desperate for his cock but trying to make it up to him now for being a tease. “Looks like you can listen. I’m so proud of you.” He crooned, kneeling on the bed and finding himself between her spread legs. “Ass up for me, darling girl. Let me see.”

She did as asked again, shuffling her knees so she was spread and tilted up for him. Her cunt was dripping and hot, empty and aching for him to fill her. Her plan had backfired significantly but at the end of the day, all she wanted was his cock. That’s been the goal this whole time. “Please. I need it, H.” She whispered, gripping the white sheets. “Give it to me. I can take it. M’sorry for teasing you.”

“I’m sure you are.” His hand spread her ass open, spitting over her hole and letting it drip down to her swollen clit where he took the tip of his cock and spread it all over her. “You know, I had a plan t’punish you even more, but.. Turns out, I’m fucking weak for this cunt.” He sighed, pushing the head into her and watching it stretch her a little bit. “I’m just as greedy for it. So m’gonna be nice to you and give you what you want, but I’ll remember this later.” His head pulled forward as he sunk deeper in, the hot channel making his brain go a bit fuzzy.

“Fuck, you’ve got perfect pussy, baby.” His tough exterior faded as his hips met her ass, exhaling sharply. “Can’t resist it. Make me a fucking mess every time.” The warm air flowed into their villa through the open door with the sea view, making him pause. Leaning down, he wrapped a hand around her throat and pulled her up to look at it, letting her shaky arms hold herself up as he began to thrust into her welcoming cunt. “Look at where I’ve brought you, baby. Beautiful views, but… This one will always be my favorite.” Lips brushed her ear as the sloppy sound of her soaked cunt being fucked by his prick filled the room. “Seeing you take my cock is my favorite thing. Most beautiful thing in the world, love that you let me own you like this.” His lips pressed against her cheek as she moaned. The firm grip around her throat had her fuzzy, this position making him feel so goddamn deep that she could barely breathe.

“I love it, I love you. Love your cock, love how you make me feel.” She babbled. “Just… Don’t pull out. Please.” Her begging seemed to spur him on, the slap of skin against skin getting louder while he fucked into her. The man was always greedy for her but his sexual frustration was showing, not at all going easy on her. It wasn’t mean, it wasn’t punishment, but pure lust. This was need, and Y/N was happy to be on the receiving end of it.

“M’not going to, baby. Promised you that you could have every drop.” He was nearly purring, breathing a bit heavy but more than satisfied as he fucked into her over and over again. “That’s a lot of love, but m’happy to hear it. Just want to make you happy, make you feel amazing. Don’t have to tease me to have my cock next time… just have to ask me in that pretty voice and give me those gorgeous eyes and I’ll give you anything you want.”

Y/N nodded even though his words sort of went through her. His slight adjustment to his position had him hitting the spot he needed to hit and she was making a fucking mess. She knew she was, hearing the wet sound increasing as he cursed under his breath. It was hard for her not to shudder as she gushed around him, feeling his balls tap against her clit as her watery eyes were forced to look out to the ocean. No words could leave her besides his name and a string of moans. His name was the only important thing, according to her brain.

“Got your cunt all sloppy for me… god, baby… I love you.” He moaned, feeling a little wrecked as he took a glance down to see himself covered in her. Wet and glistening from her how good he was giving it to her, it was another one of his favorite views. “Love my sweet girl and her sweet pussy, m’gonna give it to you over and over… fuck, you’re going to make me cum.” It was hard to keep holding on. Her skin was hot and he could feel he ragged breathing against his palm, her pulse thundering against his fingertips as he worked his prick into her weeping hole. “Never going to stop makin’ love to you, my perfect girl.”

Her orgasm surprised them both. He felt it come on as she whimpered his name, rippling against his cock and squeezing him hard as she shuddered underneath him. Her body fell forwards on the bed and he was done for, releasing her throat to fall on top of her and give a few more sloppy thrusts. A guttural groan left his throat as he buried his face into her neck, feeling his cock pulse and balls tighten as he unloaded inside of her. Keeping himself buried as promised, he ground himself as deep as he could and let it stay deep as his hips twitched, breathing heavy and hot against her skin. “Shit- god.” He croaked, pressing a sloppy stream of kisses from her neck to her cheek. “Fucks sake. Knew I wasn’t going to last a long time but, christ.” A drunken laugh left his throat as she hummed, turning her face with a pout.

“Kissy?” She whispered, lips puckering and effectively making his heart melt. He’d never say no to a kiss from her. It was an immediate wish granted, leaning closer to kiss her but making them both moan as the shift made his cock push further into her. He didn’t break away for a few moments though, pressing sticky pecks to her lips and sighing happily once she laid her cheek back on the pillow.

“Have a really hard time saying no t’you, sweetheart.” He admitted, keeping his face in her neck as he tried to recover.

“Good.” The girl’s voice was still a little shaky. “So you’ll go get me another coconut drink before we go again?”

“Again?” He laughed against her skin, biting down gently to make her yelp. “Fucking minx, my lovely little slut. Course she wants t’go again. I shouldn't have given you the benefit of the doubt. You’re my greedy girl.” Though no one would ever hear Harry complaining about that. His recovery time may need a bit of work if they were going to spend all day here though. “I’m gonna say yes, but only because I want you to lay here and keep my cum inside you.” The man was definitely catching her onto her neediness. “As hot as it is when it drips down your thigh, we don’t want to waste any. So lay here and be pretty for me while I go get you that silly little drink. M’not gonna go as easy next time.”

“Sounds perfect.” The giggle was music to his damn ears. “But don’t forget the cute little umbrella, kay? Need it to be part of the experience.”

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Harry had been on cloud nine in Italy with Y/N on his arm, doting on her more than he had ever remembered doing in the past. Of course, he’d been in committed relationships prior to her- he’d been married, for fucks sake- but it had never felt this good. Even if this could be considered the midlife crisis Mitch had warned about, it didn’t matter to him. He had never felt happier in his life. Perhaps even a little bit delusional because there was no hiding the fact that having this relationship was going to make them both face consequences.

He knew his daughter was going to be furious with him. Which he couldn’t blame her for if he was honest. The one thing he hated was that he knew she would be even more irate with Y/N, which he didn’t think was fair considering it took two to tango, but he knew how her brain worked. That was the part of this that he didn’t like. Y/N would definitely get the brunt of the criticism from her peers. Sure, he knew that perhaps he would be labeled as a creep, the stereotypical wealthy man moving on with a much younger woman, but Y/N was older than his daughter in both a few years, and mentality. She was the type of woman who was wise beyond her years, but he still handled her with care. She would have to deal with her peers judging her, possibly losing an entire friend group and a load of gossip, being called all sorts of names, meanwhile he would get high fives in the office for ‘bagging a hot young thing.’ It wasn’t fair. There was a lot to look into in this relationship and because he wanted to cultivate it, he knew it was best to face the music sooner rather than later. It wouldn’t be easy to hide a properly moved in Y/N, and he sure as fuck wasn’t going to make her hide in her own house.

That had been a thing they’d talked about in post sex bliss, Y/N confirming that she did indeed want to take that big step in moving in and Harry had been buzzing ever since. There were plans in his head. Giving her a credit card attached to his bank account so she could make the house her own a bit. While she always complimented the house the way it was, he had this dream of walking in to see a shoe rack she bought, but shoes overflowing from it. Pictures of her own on the wall, more of her throw blankets, changes to the art. All of the tiny things that would indicate that the home had two hearts, two lovers in it. Since Lia had moved out he had been feeling odd about it, but Y/N’s presence had quelled the ache in a much different way.

Y/N had always been a delight to talk to. Harry had attributed that to her years, considering she was a few years older than Lia and raised much differently. His ex wife had spoiled her a bit too much and it had taken mistakes on her own to iron some of them out. He loved his daughter to bits, she was his first born and pride and joy, but she had been born wealthy and he had indulged in her after the divorce as well, feeling guilt for the failing marriage. He had always intended on being a one marriage man after seeing what his own family’s divorce had done to him, but there was no way he could continue on with the relationship. She’d abandoned them, and there was no way in the world he could forgive the woman he had once loved.

Though, now that he was with Y/N, he had an eye opening experience. Love was never the same. He definitely loved his first wife and his heart had been absolutely fucking crushed when their issues had started, but their love had been different to what Y/N’s made him feel. His first meeting with his ex wife had been on a planned date, a blind one set up with two friends in college. They’d clicked after two dates and that had been that. They’d wanted similar things, and he loved being around her, so when he had accidentally knocked her up? He did the right thing. He married her, he raised their little girl with her, and was fine until there had been a distinct change. She’d definitely been cheating, off since Lia had been able to do things herself at age 15 going into 16. Like she had been bored once their daughter didn’t need her doting, she found someone else to start over with.

Y/N had been thrust into his world and their relationship had been spotty and casual with a tiny bit of tension until Y/N had the balls out of the both of them to make a move. A bold one that must had taken a lot of fucking gall, considering he knew her much better now. Their sexual relationship had been a friendship as well and feelings grew so quickly, winding her ivy vines around his heart until it was coated and covered. Kept warm and safe. He trusted the woman with his heart and love implicitly, even after their hiccup. It was a natural love, one that had swept in and overwhelmed him in the best sort of way.

Now that they were home, though, he could see the anxiety on her face. Stepping back into his house and hearing the security alarm chirp to alert him that she had entered through the garage to the kitchen, he could see something was off. He was quick to get to her, taking the groceries from her, setting her colorful mix of tote bags and her blue netted produce bag on the counter before taking his hands to her cheeks. He cupped them, only momentarily moving the baby hair from her face before searching it as if he could magically tell what was wrong. It was something, not horrific but enough that he knew she would grab a ginger ale from the can chiller to calm her stomach. It was the first time she’d done the full shop for the house, their slow transition to her living here starting now.

“What’s the matter?” He asked quietly, gently rubbing circles into the apples of her cheeks. It always made her smile, her slightly stiff posture loosening up. “Something happened at the store? With Lia? M’trying to read your mind, but…” He pressed his forehead against hers before pulling back with a crinkled nose. “Hm. Bad signal today. We’ll have to practice sharing those frequencies.” His teasing had the desired effect, pulling a giggle from her. The sound he fucking adored more than anything.

“You’re a dork.” She laughed, placing her hands on his chest. “No, it’s nothing necessarily awful but... You know Mrs.Kent?” Her inquiry made him curious. She was a member of the country club Harry golfed at, her husband a casual mate to hit the ball with when he went. At his confirming nod, she continued. “She came over to me at the shops and asked me if the rumors were true. Apparently someone at the spa knows one of the spa workers at your country club, and they had said that you had a ‘much younger girlfriend’ and it’s running through the club.” It was approached lightly, considering she knew Harry was going to be pissed off. The confidentiality agreement at the spa was something he liked, and she had a feeling she’d be hearing a strongly worded( and unknown but still sexy to her) heated Italian phone call in a little while. “She knew me from Lia’s birthday party and when we went to the pool a while back when you went golfing. It shook me up a little but there's been no names said so I think it's okay.”

Despite Y/N softening the blow, Harry was royally pissed. It wasn’t that he still wanted to hide for his own sake, but Y/N was still trying to figure out the best way to tell Lia. This would absolutely make things speed up. The timeline wasn’t theirs anymore because the social circle was vapid and gossipy and his daughter was nothing but determined to find out if things were true. All he wanted to do was make her feel safe, make her ease into the decision all while not lying about the possible outcome. The fact that other people knew he was dating someone serious enough to take them to Italy and he hadn’t told his daughter yet, it wasn’t going to sit well with her and they both knew it.

“Who?” He asked lowly. “Did she say which worker knew which in Italy? That’s unacceptable. They have a clause in the confidentiality agreement…” His jaw was set and his brows hard, but Y/N’s face was held with a gentleness that he reserved for her alone. He was indeed furious, more than so, but he would get whoever it was fired and call his daughter to let her know he was seeing someone before the news got to her. “I’ll call Lia in a bit and tell her that I found someone I love but I wanted to keep it quiet until I knew for sure.. I will deal with this.” Of course it really threw a wrench in their plans but he wasn’t about to give it up. He was in this with her, for better or for worse.

“Yeah, actually. You know she likes to name drop.” Y/N muttered in slight annoyance, but at least she had prepared Y/N enough to know a bomb would be dropping. . “Marcela at the Italian spa, she’s apparently cousins with Gigi at the spa at the club here. That’s how they found out. But I got nervous because.. You know.” She shrugged, leaning her cheek into his hand as she let out a resigned sigh. “I don’t want to hide anymore either, H. M’just scared. We’ve only been home for a few days and I’m supposed to see Lia tomorrow but I feel like a fraud. I can’t lie to her.”

Y/N had been especially crafty when it came to talking to Lia. She really hadn’t lied to her about much, she had given her minimal details but she already felt guilty enough sleeping in her father’s bed, in his arms, so she at least owed her that courtesy. The reality of it was that Lia wasn’t going to want to be friends with Y/N anymore. Harry was going to have a strained relationship with his daughter, but he was in charge of his own actions. She’d considered being the one to leave to save their relationship, but then they’d all be miserable. For once, Y/N was making a selfish decision. She’d stuck her neck out, almost mothered Lia in college, but that was taking on a whole new meaning. It was just a tough pill to swallow. One she had to swallow dry.

Sure, Lia could be bratty. She could be selfish and a bit mean, she was childish and still stuck in a bit of a party kid mode, but she was sweet most of the time. She had been Y/N’s shoulder to cry on a few times despite her being more reserved with her emotions than the openly expressive Lia, and she had some incredible memories. She was a piece of her memories and Y/N loved her in a different way. It was hard to do it knowing she was putting not one, but two relationships in jeopardy, but she simply loved Harry too much. This was the best she had ever felt, and she couldn’t give it up. Lia would be okay eventually and Y/N knew it meant she may have to place all the blame on her, but it was something she would rather have happened than completely destroy her and Harry’s relationship. Being a scapegoat for this was sort of her plan, unknown to her lover.

“I know.” His soothing voice broke her out of her thought spiral, lips pressing between her eyebrows as a reminder to relax them. “I feel bad too, but…” There was a weighted pause as he searched her eyes, disliking the defeat that was rising to the surface. He was secure enough to know that it wasn’t about their relationship. That was solid. It was all the aspects that came with it. The anticipation was brewing before they had the large shoe dropping and the dust would take a while to settle, “We are both adults. It’s unconventional, perhaps, but you make me happy. So fucking happy.” He pressed his lips against hers in a chaste declaration of his love for her, his sad smile rising when he moved back to look at her again. “I’ve felt like something was missing for a long time in my life. I never planned on dating, on marrying, on doing any of this again. But you blew those fears out of the water with how much I just… wanted you. Need you.” The admission was much easier to fall from his lips now that he knew she loved him right back. He’d do anything to soothe her nerves, to try and take as much of the burden as he could.

Harry knew a father’s job was never done. There was no idea of just dropping his child in favor of his lover, but she was a stable adult now. He was finally allowing himself to have a selfish act. Sarah had talked to him about it when he’d gone over to her and Mitch’s place a few nights ago when Y/N went out to do some stuff with her friends and she’d really given him a nice change of view. Sarah was a lover and she loved love, and while she told him to be cautious she had said it would be with anyone. Y/N was well over the legal age and she hadn’t seen him this happy in years. It was true. Even he noticed the slight glow he had developed and it wasn’t just because of the Italian sun. He was in love.

“I know. I’m not having doubts, H.” She rushed to reassure. “I’m just… I have been trying to mentally prepare for the shit that’s going to happen even though I know there’s no real way to do that. It’s going to suck and people are going to be hurt but it’s worth it to me.” Her fingers curled around the collar of his button up, pulling herself closer to him. “It’s forever, isn’t it? Ideally?” Y/N knew the answer, but she liked to see his face melt in happiness, his freshly washed curls bouncing slightly and the mustache he had started to grow tipping up with a smile.

“It is.” Harry’s voice sounded, the softness audible in the words. “You’re all I want. Thought I was crazy at first, y’know? Like I was just being one sided, bit of a creep.” He moved a hand down to her shoulder, adjusting the strap of her bralette and moving the cardigan back up to keep her covered. “Was relieved it wasn’t just me who felt it. The more I found out about you, the more interested I was. You wrapped me up in your web so easily, darling. So fucking easily when I’d resisted every other attempt from other people. Like my heart knew it was safe to do it.” He’d wondered at first if it would be odd, if he would take on a fatherly type of role but it wasn’t like that. While he was definitely more dominant, more in charge, their relationship was mostly equal. There were parts she had more power, some where he did, but it all evened out to a well balanced sort of thing that he found to be, perhaps ironically, his healthiest relationship now that they’d admitted their feelings. She called him Daddy, sure, but there was nothing weird about the rest of it.

“I always had a crush on you.” She admitted. “Always thought you were hot. When you showed up the first time I was shocked. Y’know… you’re her dad, so she spoke about you the way people tend to talk about their parents but you were so… different than any of the people I’d met. Giving to me, someone you barely knew, because you just wanted to be. I was so impressed, I thought you were so handsome… I felt like I kept staring at you.” She giggled, remembering her first reaction. Her eyes had nearly popped out of her head when he had shown up to their place. “And the more I got to know you, the more I wanted. When I found out what happened with your ex wife…”

There was a pause. It wasn’t a touchy subject, as Harry had spoken to her about it multiple times, but she still felt a bit odd bringing it up herself. “It made me feel insane. You had been so kind to me, a stranger, you were hot as fuck, you’re successful, the whole tall, dark and handsome thing going on… I wondered what was wrong with you because there had to be something, right?” She shook her head, rolling it back to look up at him. “Besides being a bit of an insatiable beast… It wasn’t you. It was her. You can be possessive, a bit domineering, over protective, but nothing that made sense to me. It’s how I knew that she had to be insane to leave you like that.” Her hand took its turn to stroke over the side of his lips, feeling the stubble contrasting the petal softness of his bitten lips.

Harry felt lighter hearing it, not having been sure where she was going with that. It ended better than he imagined. “I wondered the same thing for a really long time. Why she left, what I’d done wrong. But it wasn’t me, and I know that now. She’s a restless person. Monogamy wasn’t for her and money got to her head. It hurt, of course it did but… I got Lia from it. And I got you. So I’m choosing to see her as a necessary chapter in my book to get to the good parts.” His smile made her feel like drippy caramel, so earnest and his words so wise. He could be petty at times, he’d admitted that, but from all the time she had spent with him she had admired the way he conducted himself.

It was exciting to her. The thought of spending every day with him and finding out more about his tiny habits that she didn’t know quite yet. His bad ones too. He couldn’t scare her off.

Y/N decided to answer him with a kiss. Leaning up, pressing her mouth to his and met with an eager response and hand sliding down her side to cup her waist over her sweater, he tugged her into his body with a soft groan of satisfaction. He could have stayed in this situation forever. Kissing his love, feeling her fingers slide into his hair and her soft breasts arch into his chest while he tasted the sweetness of her mouth. He would have, if a choked noise hadn’t interrupted him.

“What? What the fuck! Dad?” Watery, furious eyes moved from him to the smaller girl in his arms. “Y/N?!”

The timer had run out.

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