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gurugirl · 4 months

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sugardaddy!harry x yn

Summary: This is a flashback (before he and Romy split) based on this request. Harry calls Y/n to his office in the middle of a workday.

Word Count: 3k+

Warning: 18+ only, smut, cheating (technically), public sex (sort of), a touch of degradation kink

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Y/n was in the elevator with coffee from Starbucks for Harry and Sean and their guests. She had two trays balanced in her palms and the strap from her gorgeous new purse from Harry, hanging from her shoulder.

She bit her lip thinking about the man she shouldn’t be thinking of like she was. She knew he was married and it was just an arrangement but she was so far gone for him. And he’d said so many things that got to her. That had her head playing his words over and over and over again. How much he missed her between meet-ups, how he wished she could stay in his house with him so he could have her when he wanted. The way they’d just sit and talk for hours. The way he’d wind his eyes over her face with his gentle gaze, his fingers softly brushing over her jaw or her cheekbone before he’d kiss her. It had her insides glowing hot.

When the elevator had made it to the office floor the doors slid open as Y/n stepped out but she didn’t get far. Hands clutched her forearms under the coffee trays and walked her backward into the elevator, “Let me help.”

Harry pulled a tray from her hand and then scooped her in by the back of her head and smashed his mouth against hers wetly as the doors closed behind them.

He wasted no time in getting his tongue against hers and making her feel blurry and faint.

“Needed to do that all day,” Harry leaned his forehead to hers, “You’re wearing the dress I bought you.”

She smiled, “Well everything I wear these days is something you bought me.”

“Harry pushed himself off of her and looked down at the fit of it on her, “I suppose that’s true. That doesn’t mean I don’t love seeing you in things I paid for. God, you’re gorgeous.”

The elevator dinged and the doors opened up to Jessica standing there, “Oh! The elevator doors must have closed on you two. Need help?” She eyed the trays and then Harry.

“Oh, we’ve got it. I noticed she was struggling so I came to help her but the doors closed behind me,” he laughed, “But thank you, Jessica.”

Y/n and Harry slipped past Jessica as she got into the elevator.

“That was close, Mr. Styles.” Y/n teased.

“Come to my office after this meeting. Okay?” He pushed the entry door open to let her pass him with the coffee tray.

“Sure. Whatever you want, sir.”

She walked into the conference room and gave everyone their order before quietly leaving. Harry watched her on her way out. He was quickly letting himself get too attached to the girl. But he wasn’t sure he could help it.

An hour later Y/n watched as Harry walked past her desk to his office. He glanced at her as he did so and she quickly got up from her spot to follow him.

“Close the door.” Harry took his suit jacket off and sat down on the couch as he watched Y/n shut the door.

“Now come here.”

She complied, walking toward where he sat and stood opposite the coffee table in front of him.

“Turn around for me. Let me see how pretty this looks.”

She cracked an embarrassed smile and turned around for him before giggling and looking down at her shoes.

“What’s underneath?”

“Mm…” she thought back to what she’d put on that morning, “The yellow lacy panties and bra from Saint Laurent.”

Harry leaned forward, his elbows on his thighs, “Take the dress off. I want to see.”

She swallowed, “Uh? Here? Should I lock the door?” She looked toward his office door and then back at him.

Harry laughed and got up, walking past Y/n to lock his door.

“Now it’s locked. Show me what’s mine, Y/n.” He walked to stand before her.

She felt hot all over as she stepped out of her heels and then began to unzip the back of her dress, letting the fabric fall down her torso before she caught it, and slowly stepped out to drape it over his coffee table.

“Fuck,” he spoke under his breath as he walked around her, taking in all of her skin and the pretty fabric of the set he’d bought her.

He stepped behind her, his hands starting at her shoulders and slowly moving down her chest and over her breasts before he lowered his mouth to her neck and began to softly run his lips over her skin making her sigh.

“Every time I see you in such pretty panties looking so feminine and put together, it just makes me want to ruin you. Can I ruin you, baby? Can Daddy take what he wants from you?”

She whimpered softly as she leaned her head back into his shoulder, “You can have whatever you want, Daddy.”

Harry smiled into Y/n’s neck as he pulled away from her and began to undo his pants. She turned to watch what he was doing and his eyes were already on her.

When his zipper was down he reached for her hip and pulled her in before he smoothed his hand down to her crotch, rubbing circles over her lace-covered clit. He could feel the moisture seeping through already.

“Filthy thing. Getting these expensive panties all wet, dirtying them,” he dredged his fingers up and down, her arousal, making his fingers slick as she moaned softly, “Do you know these cost more than Jessica makes in a whole week? And here you are just making a mess inside of this delicate, hand-stitched, Italian fabric.”

He tsk’d at her as he as he watched her eyes. He loved it when she started to melt for him, “Daddy buys all these pretty things for you and this is how you treat them?”

She inhaled and balled her fists to her sides to keep herself from reaching for his arms or his shoulders to hold on to, “Sorry, Daddy.”

Harry nodded, “That’s okay baby. I know you can’t help it when you’re around me. Like an excited puppy who needs potty training. Isn’t that right?”

His demeaning words were spoken low and quietly as he continued slipping his fingers over the panties, spreading her arousal all over the front.

“I just really want you.”

“Well, you have me already. What is it you want right now?”

She let out a shaky breathy and her rounded eyes fluttered when he switched from using his fingertips to glide over her panties to his knuckles, creating more friction, “You. I just want you. Whatever you want. Anything.”

Harry licked his lips. He loved the sound of that. And he knew she would let him do anything. That was the thing about Y/n. She loved it all. She liked it rough and soft and painful and slow. She never said no even when he gave her so many chances. She liked everything. She was perfect for him.

“Since we have to be quiet and quick I can’t do what I really want to do to you right now. Do you know what I want to do to you right now?”

She shook her head as Harry dropped his hand away from her pussy and walked toward his couch before sitting.

“Come here into Daddy’s lap and I’ll tell you what you deserve. What I’d do if no one could hear us.”

She felt her limbs buzzing as she followed after him and climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs with hers. Harry lifted his hips and pulled his hot, angry cock from its confines.

“I’d make you bend over the desk and tie your hands down and your legs apart, tied at the ankles so you were just spread out for me and at my disposal.” He nudged the wet fabric at her crotch to the side and pushed a finger into her entrance slowly as he watched her swallow harshly.

“I’d use whichever hole I wanted at different times. First your cunt,” he punctuated as he jammed his long middle finger inside of her deep making her coo softly. “I’d use your wet hole to fuck into and please myself. Get myself off while you are immobile and grunting and whining.”

Harry’s palm smeared over her clit as he pulsed his finger in and out of pussy, “I’d dump my come deep inside your tummy and make sure it was all fucked inside of you as deep as possible.”

She began to pant and wiggle against his hand while his other hand moved up to pull her tits from the lace. He pinched softly over her nipples as he continued, “You’d be drooling and crying, begging for me to let you come but instead, I’d go back to work to get things done because I’m a very busy man, you see. You’d have to lie there for me all spread out and needy while I work and make money so I can keep spending on you.”

The sound of her pussy being fingered was dirty as she tried to maintain her breaths and keep quiet.

“But then I’d see this pretty ass,” he pulled his finger out of her pussy and reached to the back of her panties, and hooked his finger into the flimsy fabric to grant himself access to her tight hole before he circled it with her arousal, smearing her wetness all over, “And I’d need to fuck it too. Use this pretty hole to get myself off again. But you’re a nasty girl who likes getting her ass fucked, isn’t that right?”

Y/n nodded in desperation. Her lips were parted as she breathed heavily. But when Harry pushed his middle finger into her tight hole she gasped and widened her eyes.

“You’d be so pathetic and helpless. Just desperate for more come and I’ll give it to you because after I’m done I’ll watch how it drips from both of your holes while you’re shaking and acting like a desperate slut. You’ll be lying there begging a married man to use you and breed you.”

She continued to nod with her mouth dropped open as she kept her eyes on Harry.

“Now sit on Daddy’s cock. I can tell you need it, baby. We’ll get these panties all stretched out and wrecked since you don’t care for them anyway.”

Y/n raised herself upward and placed her hands at the back of the couch to steady herself as Harry kept his finger in her asshole.

She was so wet and so swollen he fit inside of her easily as she slid down his shaft.

Her head began to spin as he lifted his hips and began to fuck into her slowly, “There we go. Soaking wet for me, darling.”

Harry’s dirty talk ceased for a few moments as he reveled in the way she felt stretched around him all creamy and tight and warm. The couch squeaked the smallest bit when Y/n began to ride him up and down slowly.

The feel of his thick cock spreading her open and dipping deep into her guts with his finger in her ass had her shaking and holding in a moan.

“Getting yourself all worked up aren’t you, baby?”

She pouted as she began to roll her hips and ground her clit into his pelvis, “Daddy… can I come? Gonna come really fast, you feel so good…”

Harry smiled and leaned his head back into the couch as he looked from her soft tits to her scrunched face, “Wait for me, baby. I’ll tell you when you can. Just a little more,” he panted.

Slushy, slick noises, and heavy breaths filled the room as they moved together, getting each other off. No one did it for Harry the way Y/n did and he wasn’t sure if that was a shame or if that was a good thing. He certainly felt no guilt when he thought of the way Romy couldn’t even compare to Y/n.

“Fuck baby, you always know just how to squeeze around me like that,” Harry gritted his teeth, “So much better than my wife. You deserve to be filled up and dripping with my come because you’re mine. Isn’t that right?”

Y/n’s insides were sparkling and pulsing. She was doing her best to hold back but Harry’s words always got to her and his cock felt so good taking up every inch of her cunt, “Yes…” she breathed, “I’m all yours, Daddy… please!”

Her please came out too loud so Harry pulled her in by the back of her neck to crash his mouth to hers as they both felt their orgasms begin to unfold and take over.

“Come on Daddy’s cock baby,” Harry spoke against her lips before shoving his tongue into her mouth to keep her quiet.

She trembled and let out muffled moans as her pussy fluttered around Harry’s shaft and swallowed him deep. He felt his cock being wrung out by her as his come poured out from his tip inside of her. Where it belonged.

They moved their mouths together to mute their gasps and moans as they released together there in his office on the couch he used for clients and co-workers.

Part of Y/n didn’t care if anyone heard. She wanted him to herself and she wanted everyone to know that she was getting his cock on the regular. That his wife could never make his ears ring and his thighs shake like she did. He never felt so desperate for his wife that he needed to fuck her in his office in the middle of a workday. Never dreamed of her the way he dreamed of Y/n. Didn’t masturbate to the image of Romy while he was showering but rather he imagined Y/n’s eyes and her lips, and her fingers when he was fucking his fist. She was his dream girl. His favorite girl. Y/n was. Not his wife. And Y/n knew this to be a fact.

When they both finally slowed their movements and Y/n parted from Harry’s mouth she felt the way she’d drenched his lap and looked down, “Oh god. Sorry!”

Harry laughed and eased his finger from her ass, “I have a change of pants here for just this kind of emergency.” Harry tapped her bottom, “Up you get. I’ve got a call to make and you’ve work to do.”

Y/n slowly dragged her pussy off his cock and he hissed at how sensitive it was. She stood up and began to slip her panties down her hips but Harry stopped her, “Keep them on. Want you to sit in your wet panties with a pussy full of my come so you remember exactly what bad thing you’ve done today,” he smirked at her as he stood and took his pants off to switch them out for a clean pair.

“But I’ll get my dress all wet too,” she looked down at the yellow lace and back up at Harry.

“It won’t show through your dress. No one will know you’re all messy and freshly fucked.”

She pouted as she moved the crotch of her panties back into place and readjusted the bra before picking up her dress.

Harry pulled up his clean pants and sighed as he looked at Y/n trying to avoid getting her dress a mess as she stepped into it, her face scrunched.

He walked up behind her and helped her zip the back of the dress, “Darling, you know you can take them off if you want, right? I’m not that mean.”

She turned to look at him, “But you said–“

Harry shook his head, “It’s just a fantasy. You don’t have to suffer through wet panties just because I’m a pervert,” he grinned.

She smiled at him, “You’re not a pervert. And if you want me to keep them on I will. I love making you happy.”

“I know you love to make me happy. It’s why this works so well,” he pulled her toward him and kissed her, “But you’re a big girl and you can make your own decisions can’t you?”

She nodded.

“Do you want them off?”

“Well… I mean. It is uncomfortable. It’s so wet.”

Harry laughed, “I know they’re wet. You completely destroyed them. How about this, we’ll compromise. You take them off but that means you get to feel my come dripping down your thighs for the rest of the day. Every time you get up or move a little bit will seep out. That’ll be your reminder.” He had his long fingers wrapped around the front of her neck as he spoke.

She grinned, “Okay.”

When her panties were finally off Harry took them and stuffed them inside of the pocket in his dirty trousers, “I’ll have the housekeeper clean these up and make them like new again. Then I’ll bring them back to you. How’s that sound?”

“Okay. But what if your wife sees them?” She asked as she slid her heels back onto her feet.

Harry shrugged and tossed his pants behind his desk, “So what if she does? She knows I’m fucking someone else. Knows someone else is giving me what she can’t.” He stepped toward her and pushed her back to his office door, “I don’t care if she sees them. I hope she does. Hope she finds them all sticky and dirty and knows what kind of good girl I’ve been enjoying.”

With her back pressed into the wall next to his door and his hand on the front of her neck he gave her a soft and sloppy kiss before pulling himself away, “Now it’s time to get back to work.”

Y/n nodded and bit her lip as she slowly walked out of his office and back to her little cubicle, his come dripping out of her cunt and down her thighs as she went. The feel of him warm down the inside of her legs made her smile knowing that she was his favorite.

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1d1195 · 11 months

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Harry has more money than he knows what to do with. He decides he's going to spoil someone that doesn't seem to need all that much to be spoiled. It just so happens that person is also the newest intern at Styles Incorporated. It also just so happens that Harry is completely and accidentally enamored with her too.

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stylesloveclub · 2 years

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strawberry macarons -- sneak peek #2!!

HIIIII THIS IS SUGAR DADDY H!!! HOPE U LOVE IT :)

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She whimpers and bucks her hips, searching for any type of relief, but all she finds is cold air against her wet pussy. Her nipples are sensitive, and Harry’s teasing touches are getting her all worked up. His hands sit on her ribs delicately, blunt fingernails lightly tracing shapes that make goosebumps rise on her skin. She’s being teased, tortured. “Daddy!” she whines once more.

He slaps her nipple, watching how her tit jiggle from the impact. It shuts her right up, a high pitched moan jumping from her throat. “Stop complaining, fuckin’ brat.” He won’t tolerate his good girl being so impatient, whining and begging without even saying please. He’s taught her better than that. He slaps her other breast, eyes stern and dark. “M’gonna take my time with these perky little tits, and you’re gonna take it like a good girl.”

Her wrists strain against the silk ribbon that’s restraining her, struggling in them. With the way that her hands are tied above her head, Harry has such easy access to her entire body. Her tits are out on display for him, her plushy chest practically puffed out and inviting him to play. It doesn’t help, the way she keeps arching her back towards his mouth, as if she’s keening for more. She can’t help it, though! It’s just her body’s reaction to being touched and loved on, arching towards Harry’s warm and wet mouth. She whines loudly again, impatient and tired of being teased.

“You’re so fucking spoiled,” Harry seeths, his teeth skimming her pert, sensitive nipple. He encases the other one in his mouth and swirls his tongue around it. “Can’t even let daddy enjoy himself for two minutes, hm? Just a dumb slut, desperate to be fucked.”

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lovecanyon · 2 years

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what’s sugardaddy!h and model!yn’s timeline?

2016 - first meeting

2017 - started to date

2018 - dating

2019 - y/n’s pregnant with carmen

2020 - carmen’s birth

2021 - engaged

2022 - married on harry’s birthday, feb 1

#arabella talks #sugardaddy!harry

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wwemcumuscleslover · 7 months

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Name two fictional caracthers you will love have as sugar Daddys, no matter how toxic they are, you still will enjoy have it the time and attention of them

Lucius Malfoy, he is a terrible Daddy, but he is still quite charming( thanks to the incredible Jason Isaacs who born with the talent of make handsome and hatefull vilian)

Enjoy the time he gave to you, between his busy schedule.

Terry Silver, he is a muilt entrepenur,rich man, he can be sweet, as long he keep the teraphy in day and of course his ex best friend John Kreese our of his life.

Beside he is a sociopat when some Larusso come across his way and his plans of global domination with the cobra kai Karatê style.

You Can reblog this and add your choice!!

#harry potter #lucius malfoy #jason isaacs #karate kid #cobra kai #terry silver #thomas ian griffith #sugardaddy #rich daddy

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laserswordtraining · 6 months

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This chapter has taken twice as long to write than normal today but dammit Harry will spoil the shit out of Tom and they’ll both be oblivious of the others feelings if it takes me all night!!!

#tomarry #sugardaddy harry 😙#I’m really leaning into the -human form is new and I don’t understand these feelings- siren tom energy

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debangib · 2 years

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Something about this genre

#harry styles #harry in italy #rich bitch #sugardaddy

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meloncgrcube · 2 years

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Okay wait what if like Harry dropped out from bullying and he’s like the cannon version but he also wants to get emancipated because he wanted to live in this world but the goblins are like- “due to you being out of the wizarding world for so long we need to give you a test of any relatives” because just like the goblins didn’t want to emancipate just anyone. So there is this whole thing where is it is related to people and it also gives him all his inheritances and family connection but the shocking part is it also gives him the blocks he has so he’s like ‘ wait what’s this?’ And goblins really dislike when blocks and potions are used on minor wizards so he’s like ‘those are blocks yada yada yada- we can get those off’

So once that was over Harry felt different but in a good way so the next few weeks he’s like in a studious rampage through the public wizards Library and he’s like already onto year 2 in books

Skipping to like years (but like it’s still school for other students maybe like the last year) later he has his own flat and owner of a bar or cafe and a couple of people he once knew from hogwarts notice and recognize him and like Draco or your OTP is there and they flirt but then Harry is like well if you ever need a hangout spot or a even a job I’m here

So over a year they come back and slowly realize that Harry is super smart since he always is able to help them with homework even though he’s a drop out.

Anyway fast forward to their graduation. Harry is like a sugar daddy and so he shows up with like a bunch of gifts and the person is like really flustered and the Harry is like ‘will you my boyfriend/girlfriend’

Like that would be so cute

#harry potter #drarry #hogwarts #suggar daddy #sugardaddy #bartender #alternate universe

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moaning-riddle · 4 months

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Bottom Voldemort? Bottom Voldemort.

(no smut just vibe hehe)

READ. IT.

#harrymort #letter exchange #sugardaddy!voldemort #brat!Harry

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ahru0226 · 11 days

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The trend but Tomarry (aka the DILF sugardaddy and his unhinged himbo sugarbaby) Tom REALLY loves what he's seeing lol Yes, Tom chose the snake tattoo for Harry and yes, Tom also may or may not hinted Harry to do the nipple piercing also yes, they fuck regularly, frequently, as in almost every day and night and everywhere you can or can not imagine

#ahru'sart #tomarry #harrypotter #harrymort #tomarrymort #tom riddle

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missmielyhoran · 10 months

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He looks up grinning like a devil

your parents think their sweet catholic girl is in the city working as an assistant to big ceo but is she really?

(Sugardaddy!Harry × reader)

A/N- Idk where this came from lmao

[Warning- Smut, if you squint you will find the plot, slight voyeurism, oral (fem receiving), virgin reader, Harry being a dream ngl, daddy kink]

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You were skipping up the office stairs leading to the elevator, hands full of shopping bags and lunch from his favorite restaurant you picked up.

You hummed the song you were listening to in the car and greeted everyone back. To everyone, you were Harry's younger beautiful girlfriend or dumb arm candy, as some said, you didn't care. Everyone either wanted to be or have you, and it was thrilling.

You reached on Harry's floor and greeted his assistant, who was a sweet guy looking not much older than you.

You pushed opened the door to Harry's office and saw him typing away on his computer, his blazer thrown over the back of his office chair, his sleeves rolled up and glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.

You bite down on your lips to not whimper out loud, but the small sound you made got his attention. He smirked, looking up like the devil your parents warned you your whole life about.

Oh, your parents would have a heart attack if they knew.

He raked your whole body up and down. You were wearing the short, flowy red dress he loves. Your hair is half tied up by a ribbon with few in front framing your face and a simple cross laying between your breasts.

"What are you doing so far away babygirl?" Harry said, leaning back in the chair and spreading his thighs more, inviting you in.

You put down the shopping bags near the entrance and walked towards him with the food packets in hand.

"I brought your favorite food" you said, lifting the food packet in the air in front of Harry. He pulled you on his lap and put the food on the desk.

"Thank you so much love but I want to start with desert today" He said as his fingers found his way towards your dripping pussy.

"It will go cold-""I will order another one" He said while nipping on your neck and once his fingers found your clit you forgot about everything that wasn't him.

Harry gently picked you up, and your heel claded legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. He kept nipping on your neck as he put you down on the desk.

His hands worked skillfully as he took off your panties and slid down on his knees, leaving open mouth kisses all over you. You were gasping for air, but he didn't care. He loved it when you let out breathless whimpers.

It was a heavenly torture.

"Always so wet for me, aren't you baby?" He said cockily. He kissed your inner thighs and watched you squim with lust blown eyes.

His thick finger ran up and down your sodden folds while his other hand ran up your body and gripped your chin, keeping your eyes on his.

Keeping the eye contact on he leaned closer and kitten licked your pussy making you let out a small whimper. He grinned like a devil, looking up, and all the hell broke lose in the best way possible.

He sucked on your clit while his middle finger circled your entrance all while his eyes watched all your moves. Then suddenly he pushed whole finger in, in one go making you almost scream out.

"Mr. Styles the papers- Oh my god" You heard someone say behind you but you couldn't have cared less. The person yelled series of sorrys and ran out of the office as fast as they could and you knew you will be the talk of the whole office tomorrow.

You clenached around Harry's finger as he pushed another one in. He chuckled and pulled back from your swollen clit.

"Your virgin little pussy is gripping my fingers you tight. I can't even fathom about how my cock will feel" He said taking eyes off you and watched the mess you were making on his hand.

"You know how many times I have come at night thinking about fucking your brains out." He asked gripping your cheeks so hard they hollow up, your lips part but nothing except airy moans come out.

"You're a mess on my fingers babygirl what will you do if I take you right here? huh?" He said standing up to his full height in front of you and leaned down to capture your lips into a open mouth kiss.

"Good little Christian girl is sitting on a office desk getting finger fucked by her older sugar daddy. What will your parents think?" He shook his head, "Such a whore" He clicked his tongue mocking you.

Meanwhile your eyes were getting blurry and the coil in your stomach was inching to breaking point. It wasn't helping that his words, so sinful words were escalating it.

"Be a whore, my beautiful whore and come on my fingers. Come for daddy babygirl" He said as he increased the pace of his fingers, repeatedly hitting the spot inside you.

And then everything went white, you were floating away on the cloud, angels were singing, and you were in pure ecstasy.

Maybe this was the heaven your mother talked about.

You didn't realize you have lost your balance and was now laying on the cold glass desk of Harry. He pulled his fingers and thank god you were so out you and sucked them clean couldn't see it cause you would have jumped his bones.

After a few moments you came back to duller life and out of you colorful cloudy world.

"There she is. You okay babygirl?" Harry asked as his fingers rubbed circles around your knees in comforting way.

"Yeah" You said breathless, "Very tired" You added. Harry laughed and pulled you off the desk.

"C'mon let's take all this and go home." He said picking up all the bags and lunch and kissed your sweaty forehead.

You smiled and followed him out, and if you weren't so out of it, you would have realized he called his house home for the first time.

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gurugirl · 9 months

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The Arrangement

sugardaddy dom!harry x college student subby!reader

Based on this request - Harry's wife proposes that he find a mistress to meet his needs in the bedroom as she is no longer willing. His wife has 2 rules: The first is that he finds a professional, and the second is that no feelings are to be involved. But both of those rules are thrown out the window when he meets Y/n.

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, dom/sub dynamic, smut, use of implements for bondage and bdsm play, DDlg kink, cheating

Part 1 - 22k words

Y/n is an intern at Harry's company and he thinks she's adorable and might just be what he's been looking for. She's already smitten.

Part 2 - 17k words

Harry & Y/n start to get serious despite his wife's wishes, and there's something going on with Romy that isn't sitting right.

~Extras~

The Office Visit - 2k words

Y/n visits Harry at his office in the middle of the day for "lunch".

"Like this, Daddy?" - 3.4k words

Harry wants to make a cute video of Y/n stripping for him but it quickly turns into a sex tape.

Owned - 6.2k words

Harry brings Y/n to his home and Romy returns at a very bad time (takes place in the past before Harry and Romy split)

The Work Trip - 4.8k words

Harry takes Y/n with him on a work trip (takes place in the past before Harry and Romy split)

Pervert - 3k words

Based on this request. Harry calls Y/n to his office in the middle of a workday (takes place in the past before Harry and Romy split)

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“I think you should talk to him.”

“No way,” she snorted. “Do you know how embarrassing that would be? And pathetic.”

Louis laughed. “The man has literally fired his best friend over jealousy of you. This is nothing,” he promised with a shake of his head.

“You don’t need to go with me, baby.”

“M’not arguing ‘bout this,” Harry muttered holding the door open for her to go through first. As she passed him, he glared at the cast on her delicate arm. For the last six weeks he looked at it loathingly. It hurt him to know she was in pain those early weeks, shaken, and physically broken.

Fortunately, it was the last day of glaring at it.

Things were better at Styles Incorporated. Her brilliant idea of course was beyond helpful, lifesaving in more ways than one. Harry was certain without it he would have had to make some deep cuts and would have ruined an innumerable number of his employees’ lives. They didn’t even know she was responsible for the idea.

Thanking her would never ever be enough.

Niall wasn’t fired anymore. She brought Harry tea every day at quarter past one. His office was spruced up with new furniture and electronics once more. Niall caught M&Ms in his mouth that she tossed from her desk and passed notes to her during meetings. Everything was right again.

Except her fragile arm. After the first week, she claimed it didn’t bother her (it didn’t, truly; but Harry was miserable about it). It was a little inconvenient. Showering was a challenge, but Harry rarely let her do that on her own without a broken bone, so it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Having sex with a cast on was also her least favorite. There was nothing un-sexier than a honking plaster on her forearm. Harry swore it didn’t even register in his brain.

I hope this doesn’t bother you... But m’never looking at your forearm when we’re in bed whether y’have a cast or not.

So, there was that.

Harry was still Louis’ least favorite person. It made him extremely anxious; in some ways, he was more worried about Louis’ feelings for him than her arm being broken or even the state of his company. There was no her if Louis didn’t like him. She reassured him that he was being extra, and she would speak to him, but he was certain Louis would melt him with his eyes if he could.

“It wasn’t his fault, Louis!” She whined laying across the sofa dramatically. “You’re being the worst right now!”

Louis shrugged. “I don’t like that you got broken.”

“It’s not like Harry was the one that crashed into me or snapped my arm,” she reminded him.

“I don’t care; you shouldn’t have left.”

She groaned. “So blame me!”

“Never,” he shook his head decidedly. Even getting Eleanor to talk him off the ledge was no help. Louis was almost unbearably stubborn. Eleanor swore she would keep working on him.

Once the cast was off, she was hoping it would go back to normal.

That day was today. She waltzed up to the counter to check in and then sat beside Harry on the hard plastic chairs. He was on the phone while she checked in, speaking in hushed whispers so as not to bother the others in the waiting room. It was definitely a business call—it was the middle of the day and she almost got away with leaving without him knowing and fussing but Niall told him.

Niall walked toward their office when he dropped Harry off at the elevator beside her.

“Tattle tale,” she glared at his retreating figure. He turned his head over his shoulder and winked at her with a telling smile that he didn’t care at all.

Harry frowned. “Kitten,” he sounded so hurt waiting alongside her. “Why didn’t y’tell me?” He pouted.

She sighed. “Because you’ve been so fussy. They’re just going to take it off. Plus, it’ll smell and—”

The elevator pinged with its arrival cutting her off from listing anything else. The nice thing about riding the elevator with the CEO was rarely did anyone want to be caught in the elevator with Harry. It meant they often got to make out privately in the middle of the workday. Harry stood at the back, leaning against the handrail. He looked at the ceiling as they descended the floors with the world’s weariest sigh. She stood beside him and tilted her head up as well. “I’m tired of you being upset about it.”

“You’re the most important thing in the world t’me, kitten,” he reminded her. “M’not taking this lightly.”

She smiled sadly at him. “I know. I know, baby. But you’re... it’s not your fault. And I don’t need you to be here for this. I know you’re busy. I saw your schedule. That’s why I didn’t tell you about it. If you had the time I would—”

“I’m never too busy for you,” his look was nearly ferocious. Intense and serious. Way too much for getting her cast sawed off on Thursday. He grabbed her hand and twined their fingers together. “Y’have t’know that,” he whispered. “I’d...I’d give up everything for you.”

“I don’t want that,” she shook her head with a little eye roll, but the gravity of his words ached her heart. She could feel each syllable shaking her body and soul.

“I love you,” he whispered.

She smiled. “Say it again,” she teased.

He chuckled pressing his forehead to hers and pecked her lips quickly. “I love you,” he repeated.

“Again.”

“I love you,” he promised and cupped her face between his hands and kissed her until the elevator brought them to the main floor.

“You can stay out here while it gets cut off,” she offered when he ended the call and scrolled through a plethora of texts and emails.

“Absolutely not,” he murmured without looking up from his phone.

She rolled her eyes and crossed her good arm around her stomach and let the cast arm lay limply in her lap. He was way too overdressed. It wasn’t his fault. He was just dressed for work. A button down tucked into a pair of fitted slacks. He looked like a model for Armani. She stared at him and looked at her outfit—having known she was leaving early for the cast cutting, she wore a pair of leggings and a jersey dress over it. She was comfortable—not overdressed but still presentable for work. She looked like a mess in comparison to Harry.

“S’matter?” he asked glancing from his phone. “Are you in pain?”

“You look really nice,” she murmured.

He smirked and shook his head. “Yeah? S’that make y’sad?”

“I look like a goblin right now.”

He chuckled, tucking his phone back in his pocket. He shook his head. “You look beautiful. You always do.”

“Hey Harry, what are you doing here?”

They turned to the sound of the woman standing at the door leading to the patient rooms. The woman was stunning. Even in scrubs, with her hair pulled back into a high ponytail. Her cheekbones were sharp and accented by the prettiest contoured makeup she had ever seen. Her eyelashes were full and lovely. She was almost certain they were natural.

Her jaw dropped a bit just looking at her, seeing that she very obviously knew Harry.

“Oh, hi, Soph,” Harry stood and cleared his throat. “Um... my girlfriend,” he gestured holding his hand out for her to take and she rose to her feet. “Her cast is coming off today.”

“Oh, you can come this way. Sorry! That was a bit unprofessional. Just surprised to see Harry,” Soph smiled sweetly and gestured for the pair of them to walk through the door. She glanced at Harry as she followed behind the pretty woman in scrubs. Harry looked a little paler. If she wasn’t so obsessed with him, she might not have noticed the change in his expression. But she had seen the worry in his eyes hidden behind the careful front he managed to keep composed when he talked with other businessmen and businesswomen. Usually when they said something that irked him because he disagreed with their philosophy or work ethic—Harry was good at what he did and had been for a while. It was hard to listen to all but bad ideas.

But she hadn’t seen it in relation to a woman she had never heard of. Was Soph short for Sophia or Sophie? Or something else? How did he know her? Why did he call her by a nickname?

“How’s your arm feel?” She asked gesturing for her to sit on the patient table while she walked to the counter to type on the chart on the tablet she carried.

“It’s fine. I think it could have come off two weeks ago,” she said still feeling weary about how Harry knew her. Harry rolled his eyes.

“She’s been trying t’rush the healing process,” Harry said.

Soph smirked. “I don’t blame you,” she said looking back at her. “It’s no fun with a cast. I was in a splint for my ankle after an ice-skating thing, remember how irritated I was?” Her question was directed to Harry. She felt the pit of her stomach churn and warm with anxiety.

Harry smirked at the memory almost instinctively. “I remember,” he mumbled quietly. It felt like a knife had been twisted in her heart. She hoped her face wasn’t betraying her internal feelings.

Soph pulled the saw off the table that would cut the plaster off her arm. She had trouble focusing on what Soph was saying because she was almost unbearably pretty. Soph went through the standard cast-cutting procedures as if she said it a hundred times a day and showed her how the saw wouldn’t cut her, pressed it to her own hand as proof and reminded her to speak up if for whatever reason she felt pain and wanted to take a breather.

“You two know each other?” She couldn’t help but ask while she sliced through the plaster. Harry was staring at her arm and nothing else.

“Like four years ago,” she smiled softly. “I was in college; my roommate was an intern at Styles Incorporated. She hated it there,” she laughed quietly. “But she brought me to the holiday party, and I asked for a drink at the bar and this guy bumped into me; spilled my drink all over me. I was glad I was wearing a dark colored dress.”

“Niall shoved me,” he grumbled looking away briefly to hide the irritation he felt over the little faux pas.

“It wasn’t a big deal. Obviously, I was used to frat house parties so having a nice Chardonnay spill on me was a lot better than party punch,” she rolled her eyes. “He was beside himself though,” she glanced at Harry with this knowing smile that made it seem like a secret. Harry’s lips twisted slightly in a half smirk. Her insides twisted again, and she had to remind herself internally to keep calm. They had a private thing. Something she didn’t know about.

Harry was clearly with this very pretty girl. Someone he obviously cared about. Sure, it was ages ago, but it was everything she feared. That stupid woman from one of the worst days of her life was right. Harry didn’t date plain girls. Not if Soph was any indication. “Have you been dating long?” Soph asked.

“Just...” she shook her head trying to do the math and feeling pathetic that it didn’t add up to much. “Just about a year,” she murmured.

“Officially,” Harry added quickly. “We dated for about six months prior,” he reminded her and told Soph like it was necessary she knew.

“That’s sweet,” she cooed kindly. Her smile was genuine. Soph was genuine. There wasn’t an ounce of jealousy or cattiness in her voice seeing Harry. She wasn’t sure she would feel the same way if the roles were reversed which made her inferiority ache in her stomach and chest more. “Well,” Soph had excitement in her voice. “Here it is,” she smiled and pulled the plaster and cushioning off her arm in two pieces. “It might be a little stiff. Regular over the counter medicine will help alleviate any final pain from the muscle stretching a bit more freely. But you’re good to go,” she patted her arm.

She shook her head trying to remind herself that she was supposed to be polite. But the feeling of inadequacy washed over her. “Thank you,” she said kindly. “I love your nails,” because she did. They were pink for Valentine’s Day maybe and the little hearts on the ring finger were adorable. It also made her notice that she didn’t have a ring.

“Oh thanks! I am actually really disappointed in my nail place—I need these off, but I don’t want to go back to where I went—they’re so outgrown,” she frowned. “I’ve been trying for ages to find a good one.”

“Oh,” she pulled out her phone. “I go to this place—not very often, admittedly. But they’re good,” she offered and held her screen out to show her.

“Thank you so much, that’s awesome! Your nails look so healthy and lovely, I noticed while I was cutting the cast off. You don’t even have a color on them and I’m so jealous of them,” at least the feeling was mutual. “Would you mind texting me the name?” She asked with a kind smile. “Harry probably still has my number,” she turned to Harry for confirmation.

This time Harry’s posture was as stiff as her arm. He cleared his throat. “Mm.”

“Perfect,” Soph smiled as if she hadn’t a clue how weird this all was. As if she wasn’t aware of the anxiety and jealousy coursing through her. Maybe she was a good actress. “It was nice meeting you!” Soph chirped sweetly. “Nice to see you, Harry,” she pressed her hand on his arm as she passed out the door and left the pair of them to leave behind her.

Harry chatted on the phone while he drove back to Styles Incorporated. Normally, she listened in on the phone calls trying to help as best she could when needed. Muting his call when she had something important to add or a tidbit of information, a file, or something to help with the call.

But the feeling of inadequacy was the only thing she could focus on during the car ride. She scrolled through her phone and tried to ignore the images of someone so pretty with Harry. She was a good three inches taller than her. Her skin was flawless. She looked like she worked out often. The thought of her in Harry’s personal space made her feel sick.

She was nothing like her.

How could Harry want someone like her when he had dated someone like Soph?

“Y’okay, beautiful?” He asked. “Your arm hurt?” He wondered, reaching over and placing his hand on her thigh. He gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Just kind of tired all of a sudden. Skipped our coffee.”

He smiled softly. “I was going t’stop on the way,” he promised.

“Thank you.”

“’Course, kitten.”

She hoped the feelings of inadequacy would have dissipated by now but after tracking down Soph’s phone number she even sent her a pic of her new nails thanking her for the recommendation.

An M&M hit the side of her head. “You okay, darling?” Niall asked.

It was hard to keep it in. “Do you know Harry’s ex, Soph?” She asked.

“Sophie?” He blinked in surprise. Her heart felt heavy knowing her full name. “Yeah...they dated a while back...uh...for like a year, maybe? She was in college. Harry was only just getting Styles Incorporated under way. The second or third year?”

A year?

She nodded. “She cut my cast off,” she explained.

“Oh,” Niall tilted his head. “Was she...mean?”

“No, she was...really nice.”

“Yeah. I kind of figured. She always was.” As awful as it felt to watch Soph and Harry share a smile at the fond memory of ice-skating—even if it ended with her in a splint—knowing that Niall thought she was nice was somehow just as awful. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked. “Is your arm bothering you?”

“No, it’s fine. I’m fine. Just a little distracted. I didn’t sleep well,” she lied.

“You should go home, I think Harry left for a lunch meeting,” Niall explained.

“He left?” She asked quietly.

Niall smirked biting his lip. “Sorry, darling. He pushed the lunch meeting to today so he could go to the hospital with you the other day.”

She hated when he did that.

“Okay,” she sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all.”

She gathered her belongings trying to feel less ridiculous but unable to quell the frustration she felt. “Call me if you need something,” she reminded him.

“Always, darling. Same to you,” he eyed her suspiciously.

Louis was glad her arm was freed of the cast. “Maybe you should get my name tattooed on it,” he suggested missing his name across the entire plaster more than he hated the reason for the cast. She snorted.

Eleanor was still at work, but Louis returned to their place early per her request. They sat on the sofa, watching a movie and snacking on popcorn and candy. “Do you want to tell me why I left work early?” He asked.

She shook her head. “It’s stupid.”

“Trouble in paradise?” He questioned.

“Drop it, Louis,” she muttered stuffing a handful of popcorn in her mouth.

He did.

For like four minutes. “Did Harry mess up?”

She shook her head. “It’s nothing Louis, I’m being ridiculous.”

Another minute. “Are you finally mad about him breaking your arm?”

“Can you not be a child for like, five minutes?”

“Probably not.”

She sighed and pressed her palms against the length of her face and kept them over her eyes. “Harry’s ex cut my cast off,” she mumbled. “She was beautiful and nice,” she explained. “It was so humbling. I’m nothing like her. She was this dainty fairy and I looked like a potato farmer in comparison,” she sighed.

“Babe,” Louis frowned. His voice was gentle. Him acting like a child finally ceased. “Obviously I’m still mad at Harry—”

“Stupid,” she grumbled.

“–But that man loves you more than anyone has ever loved anybody. Except me with El of course,” he reminded her. “There’s a reason they didn’t work out.”

She bit the inside corner of her lip and tried to stop the feeling of tears in her eyes from surfacing. “She was so pretty, Louis,” she whispered. “It wasn’t even close.”

“But Harry loves you,” he repeated. “I know I’m being a little ridiculous about my frustration toward him, but honestly, there’s no one I trust with you more than him. He would probably break every bone in his body for you still.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“I think you should talk to him.”

“No way,” she snorted. “Do you know how embarrassing that would be? And pathetic.”

Louis laughed. “The man has literally fired his best friend over jealousy of you. This is nothing,” he promised with a shake of his head. Her phone vibrated with a message. “Speak of the devil?” Louis asked. She ignored him reading the message from Harry.

Niall said you weren’t feeling well. Hope everything is okay... Let me know what you want for dinner. See you later, kitten xx Tell Louis I said hi (and I’m sorry.)

“Can you imagine your ex-boyfriend doing that for you?” Louis asked reading over her shoulder.

She sighed and put her phone faced down. “Just tell him?”

Louis nodded. “Communication, babe. You might even get to have really hot sex after too.”

She spared her best friend of the details that all of their sex was really hot.

Harry had laid out a feast for the two of them when she arrived home. “Whoa, it smells good in here,” she called from the entryway kicking her shoes off. The relief flooded him. Niall told him she left early while he was gone, and it made him almost crazy immediately. It shouldn’t have, he had her location (she had his too) and he knew she was at Louis’...but it was more than that. She had been off all weekend. Less chatty with him. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes which always happened right before she got sick. She had gotten a nasty cold twice since he knew her, and he also remembered her cycle messing with her regular, adorable self.

He hurried around the corner to look at her. She was in a black turtleneck with a pair of tweed overalls. She was so pretty it hurt his chest and he had seen her at work, and he still felt speechless. As much as he loved to get a peek at her cleavage, he thought the turtleneck was so sexy and she looked like a princess. Her hair was twisted in a clip, a few pieces falling forward to frame her face. He couldn’t get over how beautiful she looked. “Are you okay?”

“God, you’re beautiful,” he sighed dreamily.

She laughed and looked at her feet briefly, her face warming at his compliment. “Thank you, baby.”

He pulled her into his chest and kissed the top of her head. “Are y’okay?” He asked. “M’worried. Y’were a little off all weekend. Like when y’get sick. I made y’some comfort food,” he explained. She nodded against his chest. He had swapped out his work clothes for a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt.

“M’fine,” she murmured in his shirt. She inhaled his heavenly scent and tried to steel herself to be brave and have the conversation she needed to have.

“Yeah? Y’seem sad, kitten. Tell me s’matter and I’ll fix it.”

She bit the inside of her lip. Part of her knew it would break Harry’s heart for her feelings of inadequacy. He had done nothing but adore her and she knew that. It was just... well, she couldn’t help the shake to her confidence (or lack thereof) seeing the pretty, nice girl who knew Harry intimately. “Is dinner ready or can we sit outside for a minute?” She asked. With her face still pressed to his chest, her body caged in his arms, she could feel his heartbeat flutter. She thought it was weird.

“We can sit outside,” he murmured and released everything but her hand and tugged her to the cold bed outside. Harry flipped on the heated lamp and aimed it toward the bed. She pulled a blanket from the basket near the swinging furniture and climbed onto the mattress. She waited for Harry to join her and wrapped the blanket around him, especially with his short sleeves.

“I have to tell—”

“Are you breaking up with me?” He blurted.

“Oh, for the love of God,” she rolled her eyes. “No Harry, of course not. You’re stuck with me,” she gave him a squeeze now understanding the flutter of his heart against her cheek was anxiety.

His relief deflated out of him in a sigh. “Oh,” he sighed. “Then what’s wrong?” He frowned. She closed her eyes and tucked her face into his collarbone. He rubbed her back soothingly, brushed his lips on her hairline. “Kitten,” he murmured. “Y’can tell me anything. M’sorry you’re upset—”

“I’m jealous,” she whispered.

He blinked, pulled back a bit from her so he could peer awkwardly at her face. “Jealous?” He repeated.

She closed her eyes and nodded. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”

“Jealous of what?”

“Soph,” her voice was so quiet Harry wasn’t sure he heard her right.

“Who?”

“Oh, stop it, Harry,” she grumbled.

“Kitten, I have no idea who you’re—oh. Oh,” there was a long pause. “You’ve been upset since Thursday?” He asked. “Why didn’t y’tell me?”

“Cause it’s embarrassing.”

He snorted. “Kitten, I fired m’best friend in a jealous rage,” he reminded her. “Y’have nothing on me.” She imagined when she told Louis about this, that not even the embarrassment she felt would feel as bad as Louis’ smug I told you so. “Did I do something t’make y’uncomfortable?” He asked. She could see his mind spinning thinking back to Thursday and the entire interaction.

“Harry,” she sighed and looked at his green eyes filled with concern for her. His gaze was gentle. It felt like a hug in itself just to be looked at him. “She is so pretty.”

“So?”

He was going to make her say it. “I look nothing like her,” she whispered.

“Well, ‘course not. You are much more beautiful,” he shrugged casually.

“Harry,” she whined and pressed her face into his chest.

“Are you jealous because you think she’s prettier?” He asked, tilting her warm-shamed face back up to look at her with those beautiful eyes. “Kitten,” he frowned.

“I am not jealous because I think she’s prettier,” she grumbled and looked down at her nose to avoid his gaze. “I know she’s prettier,” she mumbled.

He clucked his tongue disapprovingly. “Kitten, s’absolutely wrong,” he promised. “You are infinitely more beautiful than her. Look at how pretty y’look right now. And every time y’hold a door open for someone? Or how you jus’ know what I need in every meeting before I do. Or for anyone. The kindness y’have for everyone you meet. You were jealous of her and y’still told her where t’get her nails done,” he reminded her. “She would never do that. She’s pretty and nice but there is no comparison t’you, my love. We dated ages ago and it didn’t work. S'no reason t'be jealous of her.”

“I know but—”

“Kitten, I don’t think you would ever make out with someone else while we were dating; even if y’were drunk and at a college party,” he explained silencing her completely. Her lips parted slightly in surprise trying to process it. “We were at different stages in life. I was too busy for a girlfriend while m’company was starting. She wanted t'have fun in college. M’glad she’s happy. But when she told me she kissed someone else, I was relieved,” he explained. “It hurt a bit, but it was jus’ easier t’let go of something I knew wasn’t really right for me.”

“She made out with someone else?” She asked in shock. “How could she do that while dating you?”

Harry laughed loudly. He nuzzled his face against her ear and kissed the side of her head. “S’exactly why I know y’have nothing t’be jealous of, kitten,” he whispered. “M’so in love with you. I think if y'made out with someone else, I would probably kill him,” he admitted. “I didn’t feel that way with her,” he was quiet for a few moments. “Does that make y’feel better?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“M’sorry if I didn’t make y’feel beautiful or perfect, kitten. Y’very much are. Think I’d lose m’mind without you.”

She frowned slightly. “You always make me feel beautiful.”

“S’because you are,” he murmured and kissed her softly on the lips until he pulled away and kissed her forehead. “Y’ready for dinner?” He asked.

She nodded, but stopped him before he fully climbed off the bed. She gabbed his face and kissed him again, a smile on his lips as he kissed her back. “I love you,” she sighed softly when she broke away. His gaze was soft looking at her eyes again.

“Say it again,” he whispered, making her giggle.

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