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Rich Part 20
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Summary: Neighbour/Older!Harry. Mission: 'have a normal relationship' starts with a disagreement and a night out with friends.
Warning: therapy, brief mention of death/grief, mention of daddy!kink, choking... I think that's it? 😅 
Word count: 12k+
Author's note: it's been a while... again but she's finally here. The vote I put out a couple of days ago determined the ending of this chapter so the cliffhanger is basically you guys' fault but you didn't hear it from me. ANYWAY enjoy love you lots 😚
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“God y’so tight, baby.” Harry hissed from above you.
You could only whine in response. His touch was everywhere. Your back, your chest, your core, all the way down to your tense calves. His weight was pressed on your hips, holding you into the bed while his hands worked their magic anywhere there was a tight spot. And there wasn’t just one. 
“What have you been up to? Seriously. Is there another man?”
“Oh yeah.” You snorted, pressing your cheek into the mattress so your words weren’t muffled by the bedding anymore. Your brows knotted together as you spoke through a heavy breath, trying so hard not to make another noise of pain. “Me and my computer have been through some wild times. Fucked me up so good I can’t breathe.”
“That’s not funny.” He tutted, kneading his palms into your mid back in a way that had you groaning. “Your back is really bad, y/n. It shouldn’t be this bad for someone your age.”
“You can stop if it’s such an inconvenience.” You bit back with far more attitude than warranted for. 
“It’s not an inconvenience.” He sighed, your attitude sparking something in him. A need to correct it and a churn in his stomach that told him something was wrong. You had been a little… snappy the last couple of days. He was worried that he had done something, or that something had happened to you. There was the obvious phone call but you assured him you were okay about it. And he didn’t lie. He promised you he wouldn’t and he stuck by that. 
“I’m worried for you. You’re always sitting with bad posture. Your bed isn’t a good place to study, love. Maybe we need to invest in a different chair for your table.”
It was such a dad thing to say and while you appreciated the worry, it was the last thing you wanted to speak about. Mostly because you were fine with your current situation and you didn’t really need Harry rearranging your place. 
“Yeah, maybe.” 
Harry didn’t like your silence. You were a quiet thing when he first met you but you weren’t like that anymore. You always had something to say or comment on, or show him on social media. You couldn’t keep quiet even during shows and movies and yet it felt like you didn’t have anything to say to him. 
He hated it. 
“Is everything alright?” He asked the question softly, unable to hold back from asking. Harry knew a massage wasn’t the best time to ask you about your feelings, but it had been eating at him. 
He was still working on the knots in your back like he had trained his entire life for it. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that Harry was good at giving massages considering his hands were good for many things that you already had the pleasure of experiencing. 
It wasn’t a particularly enjoyable experience. Some spots felt good to work on and others where you were glad you were pressed to the bed because the ache was so bad you wanted to crawl out of your own skin. 
You spent days and nights on your computer and most of the time it was in bed or on an uncomfortable chair so your body was suffering terribly. It was one of the reasons why you were barely dressed and being massaged on Harry’s bed rather than stuffed full of dick to finally christen the bed after sleeping together again. 
The other reason was that you were still thinking about that phone call. You had been thinking about it non-stop over the last couple of days since you saw him and the more you thought about it, the more it bugged you. It just hadn’t left your brain and you were trying so hard, so fucking hard to just be okay with him not wanting to tell you something. 
Everyone was allowed to keep things to themselves. You did. You certainly didn’t share every thought and feeling with Harry, or anyone really, but you also didn’t feel like you had any problems or secrets that he might need to know about. You didn’t have secret phone calls or hidden text messages, nor did you blatantly say that you didn’t want to tell him something.
While a suspicious phone call had only happened once and since then there was nothing out of the ordinary, you couldn’t help but feel lied to. You went over it in your head time and time again, trying to think of what it could be or why he wouldn’t want to tell you and every situation felt catastrophic. 
It was this endless cycle of trying to figure out what that call was about and trying to make yourself be okay with it. But you couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried, there was this voice in the back of your head screaming at you to take this as a red flag, as a sign of him keeping things from you or not really changing as much as you thought he did.
You thought you trusted him again, that you already processed what happened and had been able to rebuild your trust and affection for him again while you two explored your relationship. But maybe it wasn’t as clear-cut as you thought it would be. 
Maybe the other shoe hadn’t dropped yet. 
“I think the answer is obvious.” You groaned, digging your fingers into the bedding to ground you. He wasn’t going particularly hard but it hurt like nothing else. 
“No, I mean… is there something else bothering you? You’ve been a bit quiet recently, that’s all.” 
You didn’t reply right away, but you also didn’t want to seem like something was wrong. Even with these ill feelings… you didn’t want to jump the gun. You wanted to give him a chance to explain things when he was ready. It was clearly family related so you wanted to respect that maybe it was too private for you to know about. 
Still… you two loved each other. Why wouldn’t he trust you? He knew practically everything about your family and you still felt like you hardly knew anything aside from basic surface information about his. 
“I’m just really tired. It’s been a long week.” You sighed. 
Harry didn’t want to admit it but he didn’t believe your response. 
“It’s okay. I understand.” He replied, smoothing his hands over your back. “Do you want me to continue?” 
“No. It’s okay.” You propped yourself up on your elbows and turned your face to look back at him. His eyes connected to yours and you felt your heart pang in your chest. There was so much uncertainty behind love in his gaze. You had a feeling he was seeing through your lies. 
Harry was quick to swing his leg back over your hips so you could move. When you were free you held your arm to your chest and placed your spare hand on his cheek so you could sit up and kiss him. “Thank you, H.” 
He smiled softly, “you’re welcome, darling.” He searched your eyes for a moment and grabbed the hand towel beside you to wipe his hands clean of the massage lotion he was using on you. “I love you. You know that right?”
“Of course I do.” You grabbed your t-shirt and slipped it back on, feeling your body ache with every movement. 
“And you can tell me when something is wrong. When I’ve done something wrong. You know that too right?”
He swore he could see your eyes crack for a second, but you hid it with that gorgeous smile of yours while you untucked your hair from the back of your shirt and grabbed his face with both hands. “Always.” You kissed him again softly, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Harry smiled. “Let me go wash my hands then we can watch something. Yeah? Archie, you can come back up now.” He looked over at the big fluff laying on his dog bed on the floor who immediately jumped up to join you on the bed. 
“My son!” you exclaimed, your mood immediately lifting as your arms widened to embrace him. He lept into them, completely ignoring Harry getting up while pushing you back onto the bed and licking you all over your face. His tail was wagging an obscene amount and you couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. 
Harry smiled at the sight and disappeared into his bathroom to wash his hands. He returned a moment later to find you in the exact same position, except with Archie flat on top of you. Archie was a big boy and all Harry could see beneath the fur was your arms wrapped around him, your legs and your face peeking over Archie’s shoulder. 
“Always stealing my damn woman.” Harry tutted, climbing back onto the bed before running his fingers through the back of Archie’s head. 
“You’re gonna have to put on the show, H. I’m trapped.” You let out an exasperated sigh and looked at him with a grin while Archie’s tail wagged erratically. The stink knew you were talking about him. 
“Sometimes I think he’s trying to steal you on purpose. Damn cockblocker” Harry muttered, smirking at the way you rolled your eyes. He grabbed the remote from his bedside table and switched to Netflix. 
“I think my back is the cockblock tonight.” And your anxious feelings. “With the way you toss me around, I think you’d undo all the good work you’ve done tonight.” 
“Darling you know damn well that I can move your body however I want and make it feel fucking fantastic.” He flashed you a glance that almost challenged you to take him up on your claim. To finally christen his bed. The same bed he tied you up on, spanked you on, made you squirt and beg… where he took your anal virginity. Where you called him Daddy… 
But you couldn’t exactly force yourself to get in the mood. 
“I think your humility is my favourite quality of yours.” You rolled your eyes which earnt a pinch on your thigh in reprimand. Archie jerked at the way your thigh tensed at the bite of pain and was quick to bark at Harry. “See. Even Archie agrees.”
“You’re lucky I love you.” He remarked. You grinned and puckered your lips, making kissing noises until he leaned over you to give you a peck. 
“No, you’re lucky. It’s two against one now Harry and you know Archie will always take my side.”
Harry just laughed and played the show, shuffling down so you two were sharing the pillow and he was close to you. You loved spending time together like this. Just you two (and Archie) in your little bubble where you could relax and just exist in the same space and be happy. 
Your legs were intertwined as one and Archie was happy as anything using you as a bed. It was perfect. Until Harry had to talk about a topic that just ruined the vibe. 
“Can I ask you something?” Harry asked after a bit of quiet. You hummed a yes in reply. “Are you ready to tell your parents about us?” 
You froze at the question and looked at him. His expression was soft, but you could see the weight behind his question. You were ready, before that damn phone call. You wanted to be out in the open and just live like a normal couple. Sure you were nervous for your parents’ reaction, but you were sure about your relationship and you were ready to fight for it and try and smooth things over if they had an adverse reaction.
But now you had these doubts and worries that there was something major that Harry was keeping from you and you weren’t really sure. You were sure about your relationship; that hadn’t changed. But you weren’t sure if you were ready to fight to defend him just yet if there was this big secret looming over your shoulders.
You felt a little sensitive about it, maybe too sensitive considering he told you he wasn’t ready to speak about it, not that he would never tell you. But you couldn’t help how you felt and how uneasy it was to know he was hiding something from you. Kinda like when someone started a sentence with ‘no offense’. It didn’t really make anyone feel better. 
Your parents had every right to disagree with your relationship and while deep down you knew they’d never disown you and it wouldn’t get that far, the reality was that you needed to ask yourself if Harry was worth it.
It was a question you had asked yourself over and over and thought long and hard about and something you already answered and came to terms with when you two started dating. If the answer was anything but an unequivocal yes you never would’ve given him a second chance. 
That answer hadn’t changed and the moment that answer became no was the moment you knew there was a serious problem. But you still weren’t ready just yet. You thought you were, but that phone call shook you up more than you would’ve liked.
“I don’t know if I am.” You replied softly.
Harry was a little shocked at your reply and his usual ability to hide how he was feeling seemed to disappear. Things had been going so well with you two that it felt like the obvious next step and it felt right. He thought that after being together with friends, your family was the next step. It had always been what you wanted and what you talked about.
And now that he directly asked you, you said no?
“Okay…” he cleared his throat and sat up straight in the bed. “Can I ask why?”
“I guess I just want our friends to be good with us first, that’s all.” You didn’t really want to share your concerns about the phone call. It was still so fresh and you wanted to at least give him the benefit of the doubt and a chance to tell you about it himself. “You always said that it would be good like that. So they could support us if it didn’t go very well.”
“I did say that and I know I said I wanted to go at your pace, but I also don’t want to be living in secret forever.” There was a heavy undertone in his voice and you weren’t really sure where it was coming from. “You can’t even stay tonight because your parents think you’re at Lucy’s. I have to drop you off at her place so no one will see your car. It’s a bit ridiculous.”
You could sense the shift in the conversation and his tone. He was getting a bit defensive and it felt unwarranted given how he had always put the decision to you. Now at the first proper time he’s checked in to see how you’re feeling about it, he turns around and says it’s ridiculous?
“I know it’s ridiculous.” You sighed, sitting up so Archie was forced to get off you. Once you were free you crossed your legs and faced Harry properly. “But we both knew this was what it was going to be like. It won’t be like this forever.”
“I want it to be on your terms y/n, I do, and I’m not saying I won’t be patient. But do you not find it frustrating?” 
You found his accusation a little irritating, but you also understood it. This was the first time you two were properly talking about it and it was frustrating. But you didn’t find it as bad as Harry seemed to. Yeah, you would’ve liked to be able to do things near your childhood home, but you were happy with the little life you two were building. 
You understood the inconvenience though. Though he said the distance wasn’t a problem for him, you felt bad that he was always driving and you couldn’t return the favor as often. 
“I do.” You sighed, “We can barely spend time here because of it. You constantly have to find someone to take care of Archie and I know you hate leaving him overnight. And you always have to drive to me. I get it.”
“It’s not about the driving, y/n. It’s the fact that I can’t walk out of my house with you without pretending you’re just stopping by to see my dog. Or that we can’t do things around here without planning a secondary meeting point. I want your presence all over my house and my life but we’re constantly in a time crunch.”
He was starting to get accusatory now. Harry didn’t mean it in that way and he was trying to keep his frustrations at bay because he wasn’t upset at you. He respected that you weren’t ready but it was still a frustrating situation. 
“I know. But we get that all the time at my place. We can be a normal couple there and do whatever we want. Isn’t that enough for now?” 
“Yes…” he sighed, running his hand through his hair. “No, yeah you’re right. You’re right. What we have is the best it can be given the circumstances.”
Something about the way he phrased that irked you and you couldn’t explain why. The best it can be given the circumstances. You were happy with how things were and how they were progressing. You were still taking your time which is what you wanted and what Harry claimed to want too. But you almost felt like he was getting comfortable. Too comfortable where he was almost forgetting how deeply he hurt you. 
And barely a week after he told you he fucking loved you. 
There was a… a tiny sliver in your brain that told you he was just waiting to sleep with you again to somehow fuck things up so you’d break up with him. That he liked the sex but the rest was too much for him. That he… told you he loved you just to convince you this was real. 
You didn’t believe it. Not when you saw and believed how earnest he was and how important the gesture of his pearl necklace was to you and him. But the doubt was still there. The tiny sliver of doubt. 
“You’re right. Given the circumstances where you broke my trust and lied to me constantly, I think we have the best it can be.” You grabbed your drink bottle from the bedside table then got off the bed and started to walk out of the room.
“God. Fuck.” Harry cursed, “Y/n, I didn’t mean…” He was quick to get up and follow you, fearing that he suddenly fucked up the entire conversation. He didn’t want you to leave. “Baby, don’t leave.” He called after you, practically running down the stairs to catch up.
“I’m not leaving. I’m filling up my drink bottle.” You replied simply, barely looking at him over your shoulder.
“I think about what I did to you every fucking day, y/n.” He stressed, following you into the kitchen. “Every day.”
“I believe you.” You shrugged while heading into his walk-in pantry where the fridge was. 
Harry felt like his whole world was about to explode. Expressing his frustrations turned into him shoving his foot in his mouth and fucking everything up. And now… now it was like you were revealing all these hidden feelings you had towards him. He could read it in your body language and the way you walked away from him.
In hindsight, he should’ve just left the conversation about your parents at your first response. He should’ve just bulshitted some reply about how he understood when in reality he was frustrated by the entire thing. But he couldn’t do that. Not when his frustrations went far deeper than having to find a dogsitter for Archie (i.e. his son) because you couldn’t spend the night at his house.
Harry could feel the apprehension in the air. It lingered like stale cigarette smoke or the heavy aftermath of a humid day. You were starting to doubt the relationship or him or everything or-well he didn’t fucking know. But he knew something was going on. It was why he asked you during your massage and why he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
Something was wrong and you weren’t telling him and he just wanted to shake you and force the words out of your mouth.
“Do you?” You could feel his eyes focused right on you from where he stood in the doorway, practically trapping you in the small space.  “I can read you, y/n. I can tell you don’t.”
“Harry, I do believe you.” You sighed, setting your drink bottle down on the bench before crossing your arms. “ I do. But I just don’t understand why you’re rushing me with this.”
“I’m not rushing you. That wasn’t my intention. I was just… expressing my frustrations about it all.”
“You’re allowed to do that, but saying that what we have is the best given the circumstances makes it sound kind of shit.” You looked down at the floor, avoiding his eye contact. He walked towards you and without any words wrapped his arms around your body to tuck you into his chest. 
“I shouldn’t have phrased it like that.” He murmured, resting his chin on the top of your head. It took a moment for you to relax into it, but once you did he could feel the immediate warmth as you pressed your cheek to his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist. “I’m sorry”
“No. You shouldn’t have. I think what we have is pretty great but if you don't think that then…”
“No.” He deadpanned, immediately pulling back to look at you. He slid his hands over your face, cradling it like you were the most precious thing in the world. “What we have is perfect. I love every moment I have with you, even when you’re hiding in the front seat so the neighbours can’t see you.” 
A small smile broke on your lips at his comment, “I want us to get to a place where we can do whatever we want. I think you just need to be a bit patient with me.”
“You’re right.” Harry nodded, scanning your face, “I put you through hell. I know I did. I think I just got a little caught up in you and the romance and jumped too far ahead and that’s my fault. I want to be with you all the time without hiding anything from anyone and I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m sorry.”
“I know.” You smiled softly, still feeling that swirl of uneasiness in your chest. “But we’re going to start moving things forward in other ways. Like with our friends. Right?”
“Yes. Definitely,” he nodded, smoothing his hands down your neck to your shoulders. “I’ll call Niall. Just make sure your friends are free and I’ll organise it.”
“Okay.” 
“Okay… I love you.” He murmured, running his thumb over your cheek. 
“I love you too.” 
//
“There’s something going on with her Max, I’m telling you. I can sense it.” Harry tapped his foot anxiously on the floor, repeatedly combing through Princess’ soft due. 
“Okay… have you asked her about it?” Max replied, scanning her eyes over his cagey posture.
“Of course I have. She’s just been…” He let out a heavy sigh, “I don’t know. It’s unnerving. Like she’s hiding something from me and I can’t figure out what.” 
“Do you think it has anything to do with the call to your mother? About Gemma?”
“No.” He replied instantly, eyes snapping to hers. 
“That was a fast reaction. Are you sure?” She cocked her head and the look she gave him was one Harry despised. It was a look that told him that she already knew the answer. She was just waiting on whether he’d tell the truth or not. 
“She seemed understanding about it. And she hasn’t brought it back up.” He shrugged. 
“Have you brought it back up?”
“…No.” Harry replied hesitantly, having a semi-good idea of what she was going to say next. 
Max paused, closing her notebook over her crossed legs. “Allow me to do a run-through.”
“Of what?” His movements on Princess’ hair paused for a moment, already hating wherever Alex was going with this.
“Your relationship. Just to put it into perspective.” 
“I don’t need a run-through, Max, I’m in the relationship.” Harry scoffed, “I know what I’ve done and I know what’s happened.”
“Okay. Then let me ask you why you don’t think that lying to her about your family hurt her? She knows you’re hiding something from her. You lied about your family and you broke your promise to her.”
“I’m not lying, Max.” Harry defended, in serious denial about his own actions. “I told her that I didn’t want to hide the phone call but that I wasn’t ready to talk about it. That’s not a lie.”
Max sighed and opened up the book again, looking between him and her page as she started jotting down notes. Harry hated it when she did that. He knew it was some therapist trick to make the patient anxious or more truthful or something that honestly worked too well on him. 
“You know this doesn’t work if you’re dishonest. We’ve been doing this far too long for you to start lying now.” 
“I’m not being dishonest.” He breathed out a dry laugh, “I told her that I wasn’t going to pretend that the phone didn’t happen, just that I wasn’t ready to talk about it. I’m allowed to keep things from her.”
“You’re making excuses. You’ve hid a huge part of your life from her. That is a lie, Harry.” 
Harry had a love-hate relationship with Max. She kept him grounded and provided unfiltered support and advice. He could say anything to her and she’d know how to handle it and for that he would be forever grateful to her. She had saved his life more than once. But he hated that she was always right.
Because he was lying. He was a big fat fucking liar and even though he wanted to try and spin the story so it sounded like he was doing the right thing, he wasn’t and he knew it. He broke his promise to you and he disrespected you by hiding such a big part of his life.
At the same time though… this secret was something he had kept to himself for a long time. Aside from Max, there was only a select few in Australia who knew about it and that was only because they knew Gemma. You would be the first person he tells in years and that wasn’t an easy thing to do. He couldn’t just say it and Harry had to be prepared for it to change your relationship completely. 
“Do you think I want to lie to her?” He snapped, the uptick of his tone causing Princess to meow loudly as some sort of reprimand. He exhaled deeply to try and calm himself, “I would give my life for hers in a fucking heartbeat. The last thing I want to do is hurt her.” 
“So why have you kept it a secret for so long?” 
It took a long moment of silence for Harry to finally muster up the words. He had uttered those words to Max more times than he could count and yet this time it was harder than ever. He knew it was because this had to do with you. 
“I’m scared.”
“Of what?” Max prompted gently after sensing that those two words were a complete sentence. 
“That she’ll stop loving me.” He held his gaze firmly to Princess, unable to look Max in the eye. “That she’ll find me disgusting. Fuck I find me disgusting. Why wouldn’t she?… I’m a… I’m a coward.”
“Do you think y/n would leave you over this?”
“I don’t know. I think it would put our relationship back. She wouldn’t trust me anymore.”
“Isn’t that a decision she needs to make? You decided to hide what Ethan did and it had dire consequences. You took away her choice then and that’s what you’re doing now.” Max could see the way Harry visibly tensed at her mentioning of Ethan, but it didn’t last very long before his shoulders were starting to sink low. Harry looked deflated.
“I’m not… I don’t know, Max.”
“You know what the right thing to do is, Harry. Telling yourself she’s better off not knowing is an excuse.”
“I know it’s an excuse. I know.” His voice was almost pleading, desperate like he just wanted to skip the middle and move to the end where his last secret was out in the open and you two were okay. 
“Speaking to her about it might actually make you feel better. It might help you work through it in preparation for contacting Gemma again… if that’s something you still want.” 
“Maybe you’re right.”
“Just consider it.” she smiled softly, “Your mother wants you to go home for Gemma’s birthday, right? Why don’t we make that a goal? There’s still a few more months.” 
And there it was. The phone call. One of the reasons Harry booked an extra session this week. 
“I don’t even know what I’d say to either of them.” Harry exhaled deeply, “How do I apologise to Gemma and how do I explain to y/n that I left my only sister in her greatest time of need? It’s just fucked. And it’s all my fault.”
“Why don’t you write a letter?” Max suggested. “One to Gemma and one to y/n. You don’t need to send it but you can get your feelings out and try and organise your thoughts about it all. You’ve kept a journal in the past and it helped you. Addressing the people you’ve hurt might… help you find some clarity.”
“Then what?”
“Then you can start small.” She shrugged, “A text, a call. Whatever you think is the appropriate approach to reach out to Gemma again. I know it’s been a while since you contacted her but we can work through it together. I can be there every step of the way if you want me to.”
It was something Harry had wanted to do for a long time. His relationship with his family was so important to him and yet it was the one thing he had yet made a true effort to try and fix. Well, he did in the beginning, but now it almost felt like too little too late. But his mum constantly encouraged him to reach out to Gemma again and she always invited him to every special family event. She was the one constant in his life and he knew that all she ever wanted was her two children in the same house again.
“I’ll think about it.”
“That’s all I can ask you to do. These are just suggestions. You know that.” Max smiled.
“I know.” He murmured, looking over at Princess before the little clock on the side table next to the couch caught his peripheral vision. Finally. “My times up.” He announced it without any room for interpretation and stood from the couch.
“I can extend, if you need.” Max followed suit and stood up, setting her notebook on the chair behind her. 
“No. It’s okay. I’ll see you next week.” Harry smiled, feeling relief that he was able to leave the room and process some of this by himself. “Bye Princess.” He reached down and gave Princess one more scratch behind his fluffy ears before turning back to his therapist. “Thanks Max”
//
H: Are you coming here before we go? I miss you. :(
You smiled to yourself, feeling that dizzying and slightly overwhelming love you had for him. Like a happy burning in your heart. Harry was such a baby sometimes and it honestly wasn’t what you expected when you started dating him. But you couldn’t lie, you did love it. He could be as dominating as anything (which you also frothed over) then be a needy child a moment later. 
You: No. We’re having pres here then we’ll meet you at the bar Xx 
H: Ok. What are you wearing tonight? 
You: You’ll seeeeee. You’ll like it
H: I know I will. H: Can’t wait to get my hands on you. Text me when you’re on your way. X
“Ugh. You’re disgusting.” Lucy rolled her eyes, throwing her empty can at you. You rolled your eyes and heart reacted to Harry’s message before turning off your phone and throwing it onto the carpet of Lucy’s floor.
“Whatever. I’m in love, remember.” You teased, grabbing your glass to finish off the last bit of the sweet sugary alcohol that was getting you relaxed and giddy for what the night was going to bring. You needed to get drunk to get out of your head. At this point it might’ve been the only thing to not ruin the night. 
“It’s so cute!” Priya beamed, eyes meeting yours for a moment as she blended her eyeshadow. “I can’t believe this is actually happening. It’s so exciting.”
“I think it’s exciting.” Lucy defended, “I wouldn’t have helped the dickhead if I didn’t like him. I’m just…” she paused to flick her eyeliner out, her hand slightly shaky from the couple drinks she already had. “…weary. I’m your best friend, I’m allowed to look at this through the eyes of a parent.”
“I appreciate that, Luce. I really do, but tonight I want you to look at him as a friend. I want you to get to know him, like actually get to know him. He’s… I can see a future with him and I want our lives to be normal.” You explained, feeling that buzz start to grow slowly and slowly. 
“You’re starting off in the most un-normal way, babe.” She snorted. “Your relationship is never going to be normal. Your age gap, your living situation. None of it is normal.”
“Okay, seriously. Are you going to be like this all night?” You snapped, far too aggressive for her comment. She was just telling the truth, something that you valued heavily in your friendship. 
“Jeez. I’m sorry. I’m just telling the truth.” Lucy defended. 
“No… I know…” you sighed, looking at her apologetically. You didn’t mean to snap. You were just a little on edge and her reality check seemed to trigger you somehow. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. I’ve just… been going through it I think.”
Lucy had a feeling something was wrong. From the moment you walked in her door she could sense something was wrong. But she didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news or the one to ruin the vibe. She’d ask you about it, but not tonight. 
“Okay well we can go through it tomorrow, okay?” She responded softly. “You want to have a good night, so let’s have a good night.” Her tone turned positive, trying to comfort you. “here-” she then got up and passed you another drink, squeezing your arm comfortingly before she plopped back onto the floor where she was doing her makeup. 
“Agreed. Let’s have a good night.” You smiled, opening the can to start your third drink of the night. 
By the time you were at the bar, all three of you were sufficiently tipsy. You didn’t want to be too drunk, so you cut yourself off at four drinks while Priya had a few extra. Lucy cut herself off earlier than you but you were all in a good mood. 
It was a nice bar in the city, barely 30 minutes by Uber. Harry booked a booth for the night which you were all excited about. None of you had ever done that before but Harry picked the place and decided that he wanted everyone to be comfortable for the night. His shout. 
You tried to offer money but he was adamant (as usual) that you weren’t going to pay a cent. He even went as far as booking your Uber for you because he wanted to make sure you were safe, which was a gesture all three of you appreciated. 
Harry, Niall and Jed were at the bar a lot earlier than you three were. They met at Harry’s first and went in together, which gave Harry ample opportunity to chat with Niall and Jed while it was just them. He truly was as happy as ever that Niall and Jed were in a relationship now, and to think they properly bonded over Harry’s fucked up situation. 
It was just so nice to see. Jed was still a bit reserved, but Niall brought him out of his shell and Harry could literally feel the happiness radiating off of them. It was intoxicating and he was excited for you to properly get to know the couple as Harry knew them. Niall was so important to him, and now Jed was, as an extension of him so this night meant a lot to Harry. 
Getting to know Jed made Harry realise that this night was way overdue. He couldn’t wait for you to arrive, really. All night he had been checking his phone to see if you texted him, like some lovesick puppy with attachment issues. But he couldn’t help it. 
You were nearing your end of term, only a week and a bit to go before you got a break so you were busy as ever. He had only managed to see you once this week and he was getting antsy. Due to Harry’s own work schedule you were only able to get dinner together in the city once he finished work before you had to go home, so he was looking forward to seeing you again. 
He tried to get you to spend the night at his house tonight but you didn’t want to ditch your friends or have to sneak out early morning which he understood. Harry hoped that tonight was the beginning of your free and open relationship. He wanted more nights like this where you two were with your friends and the people you cared about. 
People that included both your families. He thought a lot about what Alex said to him about telling you the truth. He didn’t want to keep it from you anymore but at the same time… he was so scared. He was scared to make amends with his sister and he was scared to tell you the truth. But he needed to. He just… needed to work himself up to it. 
To start though, he wanted to win over your friends. Which was his focus for the night. 
“Your girl is late, mate. I almost forgot how long it takes girls to get ready.” Niall joked, taking a sip of his beer. 
“Her Uber’s arrived. She’ll be here soon.” Harry replied, looking down at his phone to see if you texted him. 
It was like he spoke you into existence because a moment later his eyes connected to you as you were walking through the crowd of people. Lucy was guiding you and Priya through the crowd, all holding hands in this way that Harry found adorable. You were last in the line and looking so drop-dead fucking gorgeous his cock stirred in his pants. Like he was under the influence of some Pavlov experiment where just the sight of you got him hard. 
He could see the glitter on your eyes from here, the deep shade of your lipstick and shimmer you somehow applied to your skin. You were like a fairy and Harry was proper obsessed with whatever you had done to your skin and makeup. He had seen you dressed nice before, even dressed up to go out like this. But there was something different about tonight. 
You were radiant and when you got a bit closer and all three men stood to greet you, he felt himself even have to hold back a curse on what you were wearing. Short and black; a little dress with thin straps that fell mid thigh. You paired it with sneakers which he found adorable, but there was nothing adorable about the way you were staring at him. 
Harry specifically wore something he thought you’d like and by your reaction, he had picked right. Black pants and a black linen shirt, unbuttoned hairway with the sleeves rolled up. You liked it when he showed his chest, so he did just that. He wore his signature cross necklace and chose an excessive amount of chunky rings, just because you liked picturing his hand around your neck in them. 
You looked at him like you wanted to devour him, and he was sure he looked at you just the same. 
“Hi baby.” Harry greeted once the three of you told your name to the security guard manning the little rope that separated the busy dance floor from the few booths the club offered. He brought you into a tight hug, taking advantage of being the last to greet each other while the others made small talk. “You look…” he pulled away and put his hands on your hips, eyeing you all over “…fucking incredible. Drop dead gorgeous.”
“Thank you.” You blushed, sliding your hands over his shirt to feel the material. “I love this. You look so good.”
“‘S all for you.” He spoke in your ear, dipping in so you could hear him properly over the music. You fisted his shirt in your hands, desperate to kiss him. 
But it was a bit weird. 
Not between you and Harry (though there was that underlying anxiety you had in the pit of your stomach), but it was weird to be out with people you knew. It shouldn’t have been considering he was always at your place and you two were out and about like normal, but so far it had always been just you two. 
He saw Maeve and Jay here and there but this was the first proper thing as a couple where it wasn’t just you two in your bubble working through your feelings and getting to know each other on another level. It still felt like you had to hide the fact that you two were dating. 
“Oh come on you two. Kiss before I die from waiting.” Niall yelled, rolling his eyes while plopping back down into the booth. 
Harry just ignored him and grabbed your chin to pull you in for a kiss. Your tipsy giggle at the movement turned into a moan, but he kept it reasonably quick and clean before pulling away. “Hi gorgeous.” He smiled, pecking you again. 
“Hi.” You grinned, wiping off the bit of lipstick on his mouth with your thumb before he dragged you alongside him back into the booth.  
“I ordered you a drink,” Harry spoke against your ear, his arm wrapped around your waist with his hand firmly grabbing your hip. He pulled you tight against him so your whole side was pressed to his. It was like he never wanted to let you go. 
“What did you get?” You asked back, letting your left leg hook over his. 
“Something sweet and fruity. And a tequila shot.” He grinned, eyes dropping down to your body for a moment. You could tell he was tipsy already by how relaxed and touchy-feely he was being. 
“You know me so well.” You mused, patting his cheek haphazardly before your attention was caught by something Niall said across the table. 
Harry was right about Niall. He was a fucking crack-up. At the very beginning of the night, it was a tad awkward. There was small talk being yelled over the music and you all found yourselves talking in the comfort of your pairs. But Niall was a drunk social butterfly and his energy was quickly absorbed by the group within minutes and as soon as the drinks started flowing, so did the laughs. 
It was easy to talk about nothing and everything all at the same time. Jed took a little longer to open up, but the alcohol seemed to help. He was surprisingly funny when he relaxed into it, which wasn’t what you expected. It seemed like a black cat, golden retriever type of vibe but you could see how him and Niall were compatible. 
And Harry… well he was Harry. He could win a crowd with his smile only. He was easily able to charm everyone with his stories and boisterous laugh. The constant rounds of drinks coming from his pocket seemed to help too, but it was nice to see him getting along with your friends. Mostly anyways. 
“You’re such a liar!” Lucy yelled across the table, rolling her eyes. 
“I’m not. Scouts honour.” Harry laughed, squeezing your hip affectionately while taking a swig of his tequila. You leaned into him, practically on top of his lap with how tight he was holding onto you. Not that you minded. You quite liked being positioned in a way that clearly told everyone walking by that you two were dating. That he owned you.
“He’s not lying.” Niall butted in, “the fucker really does have four nipples. Like some genetically modified Greek god.” He bellowed a laugh afterwards, finding it the funniest thing ever. Jed rolled his eyes but you could see him soften as Niall’s arm slung around his shoulder and he whispered something into his ear.
“Technically two are birthmarks,” Harry waved his glass around as he spoke, “but they look like nipples.”
“They do.” You agreed, sipping your drink.
“I can vouch for that too.” Niall raised his beer in a cheers to himself before he clinked it with Jed’s stationary glass on the table and drank a few big gulps. 
“I can’t believe what I’m hearing.” Lucy laughed, taking big gulps of her drink. “Well I’m not asking to see them and you’re not offering so, girls-” she stood abruptly like she suddenly forgot Harry’s nipples were a topic of conversation a moment earlier. She swayed a little and put her hand on Priya’s shoulder for a bit of balance. “I need to pee and I need to dance.” 
“Me too.” Priya stood up as well and held her hand out to you. 
“I’m coming!” You went to stand up but Harry was quick to pull you back down beside him.
“Where are you going?” He nuzzled his nose against your neck, words spoken directly into your ear. “You keep leaving me.” You had to hold back a moan at how good it felt. Being drunk seemed to make your body sensitive to everything he was doing.
“To pee again and dance.” You replied, grabbing his jaw so you could look at him. “You promised me one too, remember?” 
Harry flashed you a drunk smile and nodded, eyes glazed with tequila. “I always keep my promises, darling. Pinky promise.” He declared, holding his pinky out for you to take. It was a childish antic that you adored and reciprocated by wrapping your pinky around his. 
“You’re lying. But I’ll forgive you for it.” You planted a kiss on the slight pout that formed on his lips before you were grabbed out of your spot by Lucy’s strong grip. 
“What do you mean by that?” He asked a second later through furrowed brows. It took a moment for him to process what you said. Your words were followed with such quick movements he nearly got whiplash. But even in his drunken state, he could understand that you were calling him a liar. It was like an ice cold bucket being thrown over his head. He was sent right back to your comment when you had that argument and what Alex said about him lying to you. 
The truth was, you had no idea what he was talking about. The words slipped out like the deepest thoughts of your brain and went in one ear and out the other. You could barely remember the nipple conversation let alone the slip of your tongue.
“What?” You called, not sure if you were misunderstanding the context or what he was actually saying as well.
“Come on, y/n,” Lucy yelled, tugging you behind her. You grabbed your shoulder bag from the booth seat and yelled an ‘I’ll be back’ to your boyfriend then let yourself be dragged through the club to the bathrooms. 
“God he’s obsessed with you!” Priya squealed once you were in the slightly quieter bathroom. Lucy ran into one of the stalls and you were both quick to stand in front of the door and hold the top just in case.
“You think?” You smiled dreamily, leaning against the stall door.
“You think?” Lucy mimicked from inside the stall. “y/n, he’s practically showing you off to every man in the bar. I’ve never seen someone smirk or raise their glass to more strangers than he has.” The door whipped open a moment later, causing both you and Priya to stumble at the loss of balance. “When I went out with ‘plungie’ he tried to start fights over some drunk guy just looking at me. It was so stupid.”
“Yeah, Pete was like that too. Jealous as fuck and not in a hot way.” Priya nodded like her head was going to come off, “Harry is so secure. It’s like he likes when they look at you.”
“Yeah, probably in more ways than one.” Lucy snorted, referencing your dabble or rather, full experimentation with exhibitionism. 
“Shut up.” You gasped, shoving her with a laugh as you fell back against the closed stall door once Priya went inside. “He doesn’t need to be jealous. He knows I’m his.” Your hand went to the little pearls around your neck, fiddling with them so that warm feeling filled your chest.
“Okay but be honest. Seriously honest.” Lucy looked at you through the mirror with a serious expression. “Are you happy? Does he make you happy?” 
You nodded firmly. “Yes. Extremely happy.”
She smiled and fished out her lipstick to reapply, “Good.”
“Does this mean you like him?” You teased, nudging her calf with your sneaker. She rolled her eyes.
“Maybe. Ask me when I’m not drunk with drinks he’s paid for.”
Priya bounced out of her stall a moment later, fluffing her hair. “Hey, does he seriously have four nipples?”
You and Lucy both laughed and you decided to ignore the question to go to the bathroom yourself. Once you three were done and had taken sufficient photos in the mirror, you returned to the dancefloor and found a good little spot near the booths to dance. It was your third toilet trip of the night and you were all definitely feeling the alcohol now that you were up and moving around. 
The three of you bounced around and sang along with the songs you knew, but it wasn’t long before the three men you arrived with stumbled onto the dance floor to join you. You felt Niall’s weight first, his laugh loud as he slung his arms across yours and Priya’s shoulders. 
“You two are marvelous dancers. Like two flamingos.” He slurred, placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek. He went to do the same with Priya before Jed pulled him away and yelled a sorry to the two of you. 
You just laughed and shared a glance with Priya before you felt another set of arms snake around you. This time they were those familiar, strong arms attached to a glorious man who smelt too good and felt too good around you. 
“God baby, you’re so sexy when you dance.” Harry said in your ear, pressing his hands to your lower stomach while pushing his hips into your bum. Dancing in a sweaty club with a man had only felt like this once in your life and it was a feeling you could never get again. 
But with Harry… god just feeling him pressed into your back was turning you on in feral ways. If the bathrooms weren’t so well guarded to prevent exactly what you wanted to do, you had half a mind to pull him into a stall and suck his cock. 
“Apparently I dance like a flamingo. Whatever that means.” You yelled back, tilting your head to look up at him. He had a look of confusion on his face and laughed.  
“What?”
“Don’t worry about it.” You responded, turning around to grab onto his collar. He smirked down at you, preempting the movement way before you tugged his collar down to join your mouths. 
God it was so hot. His hands found your ass shamelessly, giving into his tipsy desires without a single care who was around. Harry had done far worse in public, practically all but fucking someone so a little grinding and making out with the love of his life was the least scandalous thing he could do. Besides, Harry knew that the majority of the people around you two were doing the same thing or too drunk to care. 
“You’re so hot.” You gasped, panting when the kiss broke and his lips found your jaw. His smirk curled against your skin. 
“I fucking love you.” He spoke right in your ear before pulling back to grab your neck to kiss you deeply. You moaned into his mouth, pressing harder against him while curling your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. 
His hands were on your ass, your back, your hair. He tugged at it and kneaded your ass, keeping you as close as humanly possible to him. It was exhilarating doing this with so many people around and ignited that part of you that found the exhibitionist area of Pleasing so exciting - the part of you that orgasmed so easily when Harry fingered you on the deck of the boat during your weekend away. 
“I love you.” You panted, kissing him again. He echoed the sentiment as a groan in your mouth before he suddenly turned you around so your back was to your chest. 
“Dance for me.” He rumbled into your ear, using a firm grip on your hips to grind them against him. You were happy to oblige and started swaying your hips along with his. 
You made eye contact with Lucy who was dancing with a stranger, facing you with a big goofy smile. She motioned to the guy behind her and made a thumbs up, flipping it up and down to ask you if he was hot or not. You nodded and flashed a thumbs to her. She puckered her lips in a kiss to you before turning around to welcome the guy’s sloppy drunk kiss. 
“Is that what you used to do?” Harry asked you, tipping his head towards Lucy. 
“Sometimes.” You replied, laughing when his fingers dug with purpose into your hips. “Most of the time it wasn’t good. Drunk boys don’t kiss very well.”
“And what about me?” He asked in your ear, sliding his palm flat over your belly. God having his big fucking hand right over your lower stomach was driving you crazy. 
Your eyes fluttered closed and you turned your head to look back up at him. “Well you’re not a boy.”
“No I’m not.” He smirked, pressing his palm over your neck to kiss you. Your neck angled towards him in that submissive way he loved while you kissed back eagerly. The kiss broke with a laugh when Niall made some joke about you two then you were separated and forced to dance with your friends. But it was barely one song before he was attempting to bring you back. 
“Bring me back my woman.” Harry yelled over the crowd, pulling you back into him. You laughed at his antics, your back bumping against his chest as he wrapped his arms around your chest. He swayed you violently side to side, yelling the words of the song into your ear in an obnoxious way that drunk you found hilarious. 
The dance floor was packed and Harry was happy to take advantage of that and keep you close to him. He had a hand or an arm around you at all times, even when Niall was yelling something in his ear or you were jumping around as a group. 
Harry was so protective of you and was constantly aware of your presence. You could tell he wasn’t as drunk as you, but he was sufficiently tipsy and you couldn’t help but love the boyish humour and antics that came out of him when he was like this. It was the complete opposite of his birthday party. He was genuinely happy and it was one of the best nights through and through. 
“I love you.” He announced, planting two sloppy kisses on your mouth. He had this big goofy smile on his face and he was flushed and slightly sweaty. His once tame hair had become unruly, looking like a freshly sexed college boy. Your lipstick left marks on his cheek and jaw, smudging around his mouth. It looked like you two just had a marathon of a fuck. 
Somehow it was even sexier that he looked like this after you two just having fun and messing around in a busy club. In an instant your hunger and the urge to rip his clothes off hit you like a fucking truck. It was all you could think about. 
You pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt, kissing him deeply before reaching up on your tippy toes to reach his ear with your mouth. He pressed his hands to your lower back, supporting your tipsy body while you crawled your hands up until your arms were wrapped around his neck and your full body was supported by him. 
“I’m way too drunk but I want you to fuck me so bad, Daddy. Right here. Right now. However you want.” Your voice broke in a tipsy laugh as you leaned back to look at him, settling flat on your feet. 
His eyes darkened while his hand threaded into the hair at the back of your head, fisting it tight enough to make you gasp as his hand pressed your lower back against his body. “You are way too drunk.” He mused, dipping in to kiss you in a dizzying way. “I fucking love you for it.” 
“Does that mean you don’t want me back? That’s rude.” You pouted, mouth parting in another gasp when his fist tightened even harder in your hair and he pressed his lips to your ear. 
“I can’t even say the things I want to do with you out loud.” 
You laughed again, wishing you weren’t as drunk and wishing you could go home with your lover instead of your friends. You never thought you’d get to the point of prioritizing your partner over your friends, but you had never wanted to cling to a person like you did with Harry. You weren’t really used to sharing him with anyone, even friends.  
Harry laughed along with you, letting go of your hair so he could smooth his hands down to your hips to guide you in the way he wanted you to love. Inside though… he was churning with need. He hadn’t heard you call him Daddy for months and you chose now to bring it back again? When you were way too drunk and with too many people. It was like you chose to do that on purpose. 
There wasn’t much he could do to sate his desires for you. Not now anyway. So he focused his attention back on your friends and Niall and Jed. He kept you close to him or in his line of vision the rest of the night. You were significantly more drunk than him so he made sure that he had a hand on you at all times or was able to see you when you went off with your friends for another dance or an extremely long bathroom break. He still didn’t understand why they took so long. But you always came back excited and he loved that look on you. 
It felt like a blur. The minutes felt like seconds and the hours felt like minutes. The only reason you all went home was because the club was closing and even then you two just didn’t want to leave each other. 
“Don’t go. Come home with me.” Harry murmured, pulling you back from the curb towards him when you tried to walk towards the waiting Uber. You had already said goodbye to him, Niall and Jed once, but he was particularly needy when he drank and he didn’t want to let you go yet. 
“I can’t.” You laughed, stroking his chest while pecking the pout on his lips. “The Uber is here and all my stuff is at Lucy’s.”
“I’ll pick it up in the morning. You can sleep in my clothes and I can drop you back to hers for your car. I need you in my bed tonight.” He mused, lips brushing against your ear. 
“I can’t. I want to but I can’t.” You whined, ignoring Priya’s call of your name. Her and Lucy were already in the Uber, waiting for you to climb in after them. 
“You can.” He stressed, whining right back like a child. 
“I’ll come see you tomorrow. Promise.” You compromised, holding out your pink to him. 
Harry smiled and curled his pinky around yours, kissing his fist while you did the same. “Fine.” He sighed dramatically, eliciting a laugh before he shushed you by kissing you deeply. “I love you.”
“Love you. Bye!” You grinned, kissing him again before running to the Uber. “Bye Niall, bye Jed.” They echoed a goodbye in sync before you had to rush out an apology to the driver as you closed the car door behind you. 
You blew Harry a kiss through the window and he caught it and tucked it into his pocket, watching as the Uber pulled from the curb and disappeared down the street. 
//
The next morning you woke up with a splitting headache. It had been a while since you had a hangover. If you didn’t mix different liquors and drunk a lot of water before going to bed you were usually okay, but fuck not this time. 
It was tequila shots after shots and fruity cocktails and just way too much of everything. By the time you managed to separate yourself from Harry and get in the Uber back to Lucy’s it was 4am. You didn’t get to sleep until 5 so when you woke up at 12 the alcohol had barely worn off and your whole body felt violated. 
You spent the next couple of hours hydrating and eating greasy food while debriefing before heading back to your parents where you were spending the night. You couldn’t come all the way down here and not spend time with them. But you needed to see Harry first. Aside from his usual good morning text, he didn’t say anything else. 
There was no teasing about your hangover or any texts about when he was going to see you again. Nothing. He was silent and it worried you. Through the haze that was your night, you couldn’t think of anything that might’ve upset him. 
Maybe he died from the hangover you were expecting him to have. 
“Oh my god. I’m still violently hung over.” You remarked the moment Harry opened his front door to you. He looked remarkably fresh. Even after a shower and lots of good you felt disgusting but he looked as fresh as anything. “And somehow you look fresh as a daisy. I thought old men had a low tolerance of alcohol.”
You expected a jab back. A tease before he stepped aside and pulled you in for a passionate kiss and a squeeze of your ass. But he looked so serious and now your suspicions about something being wrong felt more right than ever. 
“Hi.” He murmured softly, welcoming you in before shutting the door. Then he cupped your face with both hands and kissed you deeply. But it was all wrong. It wasn’t cheeky or that classic ‘I missed you’ kiss that makes parting ways worth it. It felt like a goodbye. Like it was the last time he’d ever kiss you again. 
“What’s wrong?” You asked, cutting the kiss short even though it felt like he never wanted to let you go. 
“Nothing. Just missed you, that’s all.” Then the sadness suddenly washed away like it was a figment of your imagination and that bright gorgeous smile of his emerged on his face. He kissed you again and attempted to deepen it but you pulled back. 
“I saw you last night.” You giggled, fisting his t shirt in your hands. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m good. Promise.” He smiled softly, kissing you again. “I did miss you though. Real bad.” His smile turned into a smirk and his hands dropped to your hips, squeezing while he subtly turned you around so your back was to the wall. 
“I missed you too. I wish I could’ve stayed last night. It might’ve ruined the romance though I looked like I rolled out of a bin.”
“A bin?” He laughed, dropping his face so he could kiss along your jaw. “You looked incredible when I last saw you.”
“Liar.” You teased, “I looked too drunk and probably messy.”
“Hot messy.” He murmured, ghosting his mouth down your neck. He smirked against your skin when he felt you shiver. God he fucking loved the effect he had on you. The way your body reacted to the lightest most innocent touches. Though they never were innocent, were they? Just a kiss to your neck and you were already melting in his hands. 
“Harry…” you sighed, tipping your head back to rest against the door. He ran his hands along your sides; delicately… carefully. So gently every exposed patch of skin became littered with goosebumps. The air was starting to cool down outside with the seasonal change but Harry’s touch still burned through the light sweatshirt you were wearing.
There was something about being pressed against a flat surface with Harry right there that got you spinning. Anytime he was within intimate proximity your body came alive with need, like it was intune with his. Somehow the anxieties you had about him seemed to slip away through your drunken night of fun and even moreso now when it was your bodies talking and not your mind.
You denied him earlier last week due to your mind but university stress and time apart seemed to reset you. You felt it last night and you felt it now. You just wanted to be consumed by the hypnotic lust and attraction you two had for each other. To forget. 
“You said something last night…” Harry murmured, sliding his palm to your neck to pin you properly against the cool surface of his door. You gasped and felt yourself starting to slide into that role of a submissive partner. A role you found comfort and utter freedom in.
“W-what…” you swallowed thickly, meeting his gaze.
“Told me you wanted me to fuck you…” His hand flexed around your neck while the other started fiddling with the hem of your sweatshirt like a taunt. “That you wanted Daddy to take you however he wanted. Do you remember that?” 
You did remember it. Oh god did you remember it. All you could think about all morning was how fucking sexy Harry was last night. How he moved and guided you, dominated you and protected you. You could remember how turned on you were by it and how desperate you became in hot flashes of pure arousal.
You remember wanting to drag him to the closest bathroom and you definitely remember using his honorific. A name, a plead, a praise, a submission you two hadn’t ventured back to yet. In the weeks after your weekend away your sex was nothing but heaven. Most of the nights you spent together ended between the sheets and you could barely keep your hands off each other.
You spiced things up a little but they were natural habits that weren’t particularly adventurous anymore. Spanking you and calling you a good girl while his hand around your throat wasn’t particularly out of the norm for either of you. But you hadn’t called him Daddy and you hadn’t tried some of the things you did for the first time with Harry again. 
Maybe because it felt like a different time, a different version of yourselves that neither of you really wanted to get back to. There were so many negative emotions and experiences during that period of your relationship that you two were exploring each other in a different way now. A deeper connection where sex felt like a spiritual and physical bond.
It wasn’t that you two didn’t want to get kinkier again. You had spoken about it before and both of you agreed that venturing back into BDSM and similar things was something you absolutely wanted to do. It was just a little hard to do anything too risque at your place because you couldn’t be particularly loud due to the thin walls and you weren’t really in a position to stay at Harry’s. So you had been busy navigating just being together and getting stable in other ways. 
But it was starting to become obvious that the sex that sparked your relationship was also the sex you two needed to thrive. Drunk words were sober thoughts and clearly you were ready for him to wack a riding crop over your ass again and make you sit there all night with a plug inside just to tease you and get you all riled up. 
“Yes…” You whispered, running your tongue over your bottom lip to try and return some moisture from how dry your mouth had gone. All you could think about was his hands roughly touching you everywhere, anywhere in any way just like drunk you proclaimed loudly in the middle of a club. 
His eyes landed on your mouth and when he pressed his hips to yours you could finally feel how hard he was for you. All it took was your sweet, wet tongue running over your lips and he was a fucking goner. Honestly though, one singular look from you could have his cock bricked up and ready to give it to you however you wanted it. 
“Do you still want that?” Harry smirked, words forming slowly on his lips. It was like time was going in slow motion and every single syllable of that question seemed to infiltrate your mind like thick honey. It was a thick haze of arousal and you knew that the answer you gave would kickstart a very long afternoon visit that would require some silly little lie to your parents. 
You nodded quickly in response, arching your neck to try and kiss him. He chuckled lowly, finding your cute desperation so damn adorable. He loved how needy you were and how easy it was to have you begging and desperate for him. His hand remained firm around your neck, keeping you pinned to the door so you couldn’t move until you gave him exactly what he wanted. 
“Words.” 
“Please.”
“Please what?” His brow rose and he tightened the grip around your neck, squeezing the perfect points to make your head all woozy in the best way possible. It was a sure way to get you dripping in your underwear, though you already reached that point the moment he referred to himself as Daddy.
“Please… Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
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Besides, if the Good Morning people think they're getting paid, I'll bleed them out in court. Good Morning!!!
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expulence · 1 day
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𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰?
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the-posh-life · 2 years
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@SaudiahB2
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floatyflowers · 7 months
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Dark Platonic! Rich Father x Reader
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Cecil, your father, was a teen dad, working two jobs to provide for you until he decided to take a loan from the bank to open a small business.
It only took him six years to become the richest man in the country.
All that happened, because Cecil wants you to have the best life.
No father wants their child to live in poverty.
As you grow older, you realise how your father became more possessive and controlling.
He homeschooled you and paid for the best tutors in fear that someone might take advantage of you.
Cecil would provide you with the best food, education, and clothes you need.
However, if you want an allowance, then you have to earn it by...
Respecting him and doing as he tells you.
Going with him to the company and helping him with paper work.
Just so he can keep watching you.
If you misbehave, you will be locked up for a week without any connection to the outside world, you will only receive your meals.
You cannot go out without him or without being surrounded by at least three bodyguards.
He tried to be your friend, so you don't have any friends, but it seems like you always felt uneasy in his presence.
At the age of fifteen, you called child protective services on him after your father threatened to lock you up for a whole month if you didn't cut off your friendships.
Unfortunately, CPS did nothing because Cecil managed to convince them with his money that you are mentally unstable.
"I'm really disappointed in you, you have lost my trust, (Y/n)"
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retrogamingblog2 · 5 months
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whateveripostiattract · 6 months
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Money comes into my life effortlessly 💰💸💵💶💷💴🤑
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The Holdovers (Alexander Payne, 2023)
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mrs-trophy-wife · 2 days
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expulence · 20 days
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𝓨𝓾𝓶...
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