Hi everyone, sorry for the mini break, I promise I didn’t abandon you again. I’m in the middle of moving (!!!!) which I’m so excited about. Once I get situated (very soon) more fics will be coming your way !
@gurugirl: BESTIE GURU MEAN KING ALERT🚨🚨🚨We got Chapter 10 of It's Good to Be King and it was absolutely worth the wait 👏👏👏Everyone better be reading this series !!!!! ANNDDDDD original one shot turned into one of the greatest series ever is now posted here !!!!! Make sure to read Disaster in the Making 😍😍Monthly reminder that Guru’s Patreon is the happiest place on earth and we are reading Guru’s best work in The Skardingar !!!!!🤩🤩🤩
@1d1195: Samantha is always doing her thing on this app and we should all be singing her praises👏!!!!! This was really just for Sam and I but I highly recommend reading the new Pucking Rookie Extra🤭🤭 We also stay having the nicest of days by getting Part 3 of doormanrry! Make sure to read Snow Day as well to get little check ins with our favorite 1d1195 couples🥰Here is your monthly reminder to read more of Sam’s work Masterlist🤩
@harrywavycurly: My lovely Sarah!!! And love was certainly in the air this month on her blog🥰We got PART 3 and PART 4 of HTADACMM🤭🥹😍 We also got this fun neighbor duo in Disturbing The Peace !!! A How Bad Do You Want Me check in and it was sooooo good omgomgomg! A Delicate check in tooooooo with a side of jealousrry yeah😌AND THEN we got some more of my favs (Julian) in Knock Twice: Galentine's Day😍😍I also loved this texting with boyfriend harry about buying a cow✨ heheheheee🤭
@maudie-duan: I’m stilllllll thinking about Together, Together. because that was🫠🫠🫠AND THEN AND THEN AND THENNNN Benito and Harry ???! Need I say more?! Just read Birthday Sex 😍😍 And the smut just keeps on smutting with Feral Behavior and The Con !!!! Absolute INSANITY this month😮💨😵💫😮💨😵💫
@maladaptivescorpio: My babe Mal had me shook this month with the WRITINGGGGG OKAAAAAAYYY👏👏👏Such a cool and unique one shot with Wrecked and UM HELLO TO Luck in Spades 🤠!!!!!!!! A MUST READ AND THAT’S AN ORDERRRR !!!! Obsessed with the quickies as always😍😍We got Can you hear me now? And Pull me in !!!
@this-is-tiny-mia: An absolute MUST READ from this gem with The art of Loving !!!!! I loved this soooooo much👏👏👏 UMMMMM and this teaser for a new series?!?!?!👀👀👀
@jarofstyles: This divineeee one shot Masquerade is everythinggggg😍 A Reaper blurb AND part 17 of Reaper yes pleaaaaaassseeeee😍😮💨🥰I freaking love them so much! We also got a Best friend dadrry blurb yuuuup🙂↕️🙂↔️🙂↕️I loved this picture blurb and this blurb too! Make sure to check out The Teacher and King of the Jungle 2.0 if you haven’t already!!!
@ellewritesx: We got part 3 of the velvet & vice series and I love this story sooooooo much😍😍😍I think this one was my favorite part so far !!!! Mafiarry my beloved<333
@narrycherries: YAAAAY FOR STAINED PART 5 !! Catch up on the series here !!! And definitely check out her Patreon !!!🤩🤩🤩
@harrysbabycherry: AHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!! You HAVE to read part one of the match !!!!! LIKE RIGHT NEEEOOOOOOOWWW ! It is SUCH a joy reading their work🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
@eileenrry : WE WERE SO BACK THIS MONTH WITH CHAPTER 3 OF THE WE CAN TRY SERIES AHHHHHHH😍🥰🥺🥹And some lovely headcannons !!! Make sure to add this to your tbr list🤩
@pinkboaclub: Eeeeeee I always have a good time with her work and we got a new story called A Sweet Exchange 🤭🤭Read part one and part two !!! I’m hoping to see more of these two !! Loved this smutty moment Morning Edge too😍🫠
@cowboylikelyric: A veryyyyy good one shot of viscount!harry in the man who hung the moon 🙂↕️🤩🙂↕️
@watchmegetobsessed: Ohhhh maaaaaaan ! MY WIFE 😍😍Yeah. Just read it.😮💨😮💨😮💨
@deliriumwriting: I’ve been loving their smut !!!!! SURPRISE and Devotion were soooo hot😍😵💫🫠
Here’s a list of fics I’ve read in the past but want to give them a shout out:
@angelisverba: Loveeeee plug!harry in kryptonite & achilles heel🙂↕️🙂↔️🙂↕️🙂↔️🙂↕️
@pleasingforharry: Definitely check out this masterlist and especially college!harry x quiet!yn !!!!🤭🤭😍🥰
@sushirrrry: Their one shot patient is sooooo good😌
@heartateasee: Have I mentioned how much I love Leigh? It’s impossible to pick just one so read everything in her masterlist :)))))🥰
@fkinavocado: Another masterlist recommendation of someone I also love<3333🥰
i plan on opening them soon !!! i’m trying to get into a routine for writing, then i can open them. feel free to send in you requests now though !! i just not post them for another couple weeks 🫶🫶
Summary: Harry wakes you up in the morning with something on his mind…though he’s going to take awhile to get to it.
Words: 1.7k
Warnings: smut, edging, use of toys, fem!reader, denial of orgasm, praise kink, bit of dom!h
"Fuck." You moaned, drawing out the end of the word, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your knees were being held against your chest, not by you, your arms were too weak at this point to do anything but clutch the sheets around you.
You didn't plan on being in this situation in the early hours of the morning, but you woke up with lips grazing your neck, and a cuddly Harry clinging onto you, you knew he had something on his mind.
"M'gonna cum, Harry." You breathlessly moaned out, body squirming and writhing.
He continued to slowly lap at your puffy, slick core, which he had been doing for the past thirty minutes. He claimed the slow movements were for you, but you knew they were for him. He loved watching you squirm and whine out, knowing he was going to take a long time to get you to your orgasm.
Harry pulled away without warning, the sudden absence of his tongue making you gasp in frustrated confusion. Your thighs clenched instinctively, chasing the heat that had vanished too soon. His fingers, which had been holding you open so perfectly, now trailed up your stomach with deliberate slowness, leaving goosebumps on your arms.
"Harry," You whined, hips bucking against the air. "What the fuck?"
"We're going to wait, sweet girl." His voice was low, almost amused, as he pressed a kiss to your trembling thigh before rising from the bed.
"Harry," You whined in disbelief, propping yourself up on your elbows, watching his bare back disappear into the bathroom. "Where are you going?"
The bathroom door clicked shut behind him, leaving you sprawled across the sheets, thighs still trembling. The faucet turned on and you heard him humming a song, asshole, as if he hadn’t just left you dripping and desperate. You dug your nails into the mattress, resisting the urge to slide your hand between your legs, even as your pulse throbbed there, aching.
The door creaked open again just enough for him to peek out, toothpaste foam smeared at the corners of his mouth. He pointed the toothbrush at you, sternly.
"And if you touch yourself," He said, voice muffled around the toothbrush, "I won’t let you cum. So be a good girl."
You closed your eyes and let your head fall back against the pillows, thighs pressed together in an attempt to relieve the throbbing between them. The sheets were damp beneath you, and you could feel the slickness of your own arousal coating your inner thighs.. Every breath you took was quick, and your fingers held on tighter to the fabric, to keep yourself from touching where you knew you couldn’t right now.
The water in the bathroom continued running, accompanied by the occasional spit of toothpaste into the sink. Your core ached, begging you to relieve it, so you slowly lowered your hand, at first only lightly brushing your cold fingers against your clit. You rubbed slow, featherlight circles around your swollen clit, just enough to send a jolt of pleasure up your spine but nowhere near enough to push you over the edge.
Then…..silence. The water shut off abruptly. Your fingers stopped instantly, heart hammering against your ribs as you waited for the creak of the bathroom door. But nothing came. Just Harry’s quiet chuckle from behind the door, like he knew, like he could fucking sense what you did across the room.
“Tsk tsk,” He murmured, voice dripping with a mock of disappointment.
You held your breath, fingers twitching where they hovered just above your clit…you were so close, so close.....but you forced yourself to pull away at the last second.
The water ran for another agonizing moment before shutting off. Silence. Then, the creak of the bathroom door swung open.
Harry walked back into the room, you didn’t dare look at him. The bed dipped as he climbed onto it, his fingers brushed yours, slow and deliberate, prying your clenched hand away from the sheets. Your pulse leapt into your throat.
"Did you touch yourself?" He asked, voice so gentle it made your stomach churn. The pad of his thumb stroked over your wrist. You could lie…you should lie.
"A little," You whispered. "J-just a little."
Harry’s lips curved into a smile, the kind that made your thighs press tighter together without meaning to. His grip on your wrist tightened just enough to keep you from squirming away as he lifted your fingers to his mouth. The first brush of his tongue against your fingertips sent a shockwave of heat straight to your core, his eyes never leaving yours as he dragged the flat of his tongue along the pads of your fingers, tasting the reminisce of arousal.
"Mmm," He hummed, closing his lips around your middle finger and sucking lightly. The vibration of his voice traveled straight to your clit, and you whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily. "Sweet girl," He murmured, releasing your finger with a soft pop. "Couldn’t even wait five minutes for me, could you?"
His palm pressed against your pussy with a rough, sudden pressure…not a slap, but the flatness of his hand grinding against you, the friction was brutal and perfect. You arched off the bed with a punched-out moan, thighs snapping shut around his wrist instinctively, but Harry didn’t pull away. Instead, he pressed harder, his fingers wide to drag your slickness in circles over your clit, the heel of his hand relentlessly digging into your sensitive folds.
“There you go.” Harry murmured, watching your face twist with overstimulated pleasure as his palm worked slowly. Your hips jerked up into the contact, chasing the pressure, but he adjusted the angle just enough to keep you teetering on the edge. “Fuck, look at you…so fucking pretty when you’re desperate.”
Harry’s palm stilled abruptly, his touch gentling as he smoothed the damp hair from your forehead.
"You okay?" He murmured, his voice sincere, wanting to make sure you were still okay with his antics. You managed a weak nod, your throat too tight to speak, and his lips curved into that slow, knowing smile.
"Don’t worry, honey," He whispered. "I’ll let you cum."
You heard the rattle of the nightstand drawer, the clatter of something plastic being knocked aside. Your breath hitched when his hand reappeared, a pink vibrator in hand. He clicked it on, letting it sit on the lowest setting.
Harry didn’t rush. He dragged the tip of the vibrator down your stomach, until it hovered just above your clit, but not close enough to relieve the ache. You whimpered, hips lifting instinctively, but he tutted, pressing his free hand flat against your abdomen to hold you down.
"Patience"
The vibrator skimmed over your clit so lightly you barely felt it, just a little teasing before Harry yanked it away.
Your breathing stopped for a moment, but he only smirked, quickly setting the vibrator to the highest setting, and placing it back on your clit. The violent buzz made you yelp, back arching as the vibrations punched through your oversensitive nerves.
Then, just as quickly, he dropped it back to low, which left you gasping, thighs shaking with the aftershocks.
"Harry," You begged, voice cracking, fingers scrabbling at the sheets. "Please...please, I want to cum...please."
Harry didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned back, watching you with a smile as he dragged the vibrator down the inside of your thigh.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” He admired, voice low and rough. The vibrator dipped between your thighs, the tip brushing against your soaked entrance for half a second before he pulled back, leaving you clenching around nothing.
The vibrator clicked off before Harry tossed it to the side. Your breath hitched, as his fingers replaced the plastic, slowly tracing your soaked folds. His fingers dipped inside you barely an inch, just enough to make your walls flutter around him, before exiting. Again. Again. He purposely avoided direct pressure on your g-spot, teasing but never giving you what you needed.
He was now fully leaning over you, his other hand feeling your body up, while his lips caressed your entire neck.
“Fuck,” He muttered, lips skimming up your neck. You clenched onto his bicep with one armand lightly bit down on the shoulder in front of you. “You wanna mark me up, sweet girl? Gonna make sure everyone knows who I belong to?”
You couldn’t answer him, your mind was too foggy, so you just let out another moan. Harry chuckled, low and rough, his lips trailing down to your pulse point.
"Okay, sweetheart. You've been so fucking good for me." He grabbed the vibrator he threw to the side. This time, he didn’t tease. "You can cum."
He continued to finger you, this time hitting your g-spot fast and hard, causing you to uncontrollably scream out and writhe in pleasure. The vibrator pressed against your clit on the highest setting, with a similar pressure.
“Harry…Harry, fuck-” Your voice cracked, back arching off the mattress as the pleasure surged through your veins. Your nails dug into his bicep, hard enough to leave indents in his skin, but he didn’t flinch. He just watched you with strong intent, as your body tensed and squirmed.
Your eyes stayed tightly shut as your orgasm ripped through you with a force that left your body aching. A high cry escaped from your throat. Your hips jerked uncontrollably, riding out the waves as warmth gushed between your thighs, soaking Harry’s fingers and the sheets beneath you. The vibrator against your clit sent aftershocks sparking through your nerves, dragging the pleasure out until it was borderline painful.
Your body sagged into the mattress, like you were all of a sudden boneless. The vibrator slipped from Harry’s grip, clattering onto the sheets as your thighs clamped shut instinctively, oversensitive and twitching. He gently removed his finger, letting your body adjust to the sudden emptiness.
“Jesus Christ,” Harry murmured, voice thick with awe. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your heaving sternum, then another just below your collarbone, easing you in the aftermath of your climax. “Look at you.” His palm smoothed over your stomach, grounding you as your breath evened out. “So fucking perfect. Took it so well, sweet girl.”
Summary: Harry wakes you up in the morning with something on his mind…though he’s going to take awhile to get to it.
Words: 1.7k
Warnings: smut, edging, use of toys, fem!reader, denial of orgasm, praise kink, bit of dom!h
"Fuck." You moaned, drawing out the end of the word, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your knees were being held against your chest, not by you, your arms were too weak at this point to do anything but clutch the sheets around you.
You didn't plan on being in this situation in the early hours of the morning, but you woke up with lips grazing your neck, and a cuddly Harry clinging onto you, you knew he had something on his mind.
"M'gonna cum, Harry." You breathlessly moaned out, body squirming and writhing.
He continued to slowly lap at your puffy, slick core, which he had been doing for the past thirty minutes. He claimed the slow movements were for you, but you knew they were for him. He loved watching you squirm and whine out, knowing he was going to take a long time to get you to your orgasm.
Harry pulled away without warning, the sudden absence of his tongue making you gasp in frustrated confusion. Your thighs clenched instinctively, chasing the heat that had vanished too soon. His fingers, which had been holding you open so perfectly, now trailed up your stomach with deliberate slowness, leaving goosebumps on your arms.
"Harry," You whined, hips bucking against the air. "What the fuck?"
"We're going to wait, sweet girl." His voice was low, almost amused, as he pressed a kiss to your trembling thigh before rising from the bed.
"Harry," You whined in disbelief, propping yourself up on your elbows, watching his bare back disappear into the bathroom. "Where are you going?"
The bathroom door clicked shut behind him, leaving you sprawled across the sheets, thighs still trembling. The faucet turned on and you heard him humming a song, asshole, as if he hadn’t just left you dripping and desperate. You dug your nails into the mattress, resisting the urge to slide your hand between your legs, even as your pulse throbbed there, aching.
The door creaked open again just enough for him to peek out, toothpaste foam smeared at the corners of his mouth. He pointed the toothbrush at you, sternly.
"And if you touch yourself," He said, voice muffled around the toothbrush, "I won’t let you cum. So be a good girl."
You closed your eyes and let your head fall back against the pillows, thighs pressed together in an attempt to relieve the throbbing between them. The sheets were damp beneath you, and you could feel the slickness of your own arousal coating your inner thighs.. Every breath you took was quick, and your fingers held on tighter to the fabric, to keep yourself from touching where you knew you couldn’t right now.
The water in the bathroom continued running, accompanied by the occasional spit of toothpaste into the sink. Your core ached, begging you to relieve it, so you slowly lowered your hand, at first only lightly brushing your cold fingers against your clit. You rubbed slow, featherlight circles around your swollen clit, just enough to send a jolt of pleasure up your spine but nowhere near enough to push you over the edge.
Then…..silence. The water shut off abruptly. Your fingers stopped instantly, heart hammering against your ribs as you waited for the creak of the bathroom door. But nothing came. Just Harry’s quiet chuckle from behind the door, like he knew, like he could fucking sense what you did across the room.
“Tsk tsk,” He murmured, voice dripping with a mock of disappointment.
You held your breath, fingers twitching where they hovered just above your clit…you were so close, so close.....but you forced yourself to pull away at the last second.
The water ran for another agonizing moment before shutting off. Silence. Then, the creak of the bathroom door swung open.
Harry walked back into the room, you didn’t dare look at him. The bed dipped as he climbed onto it, his fingers brushed yours, slow and deliberate, prying your clenched hand away from the sheets. Your pulse leapt into your throat.
"Did you touch yourself?" He asked, voice so gentle it made your stomach churn. The pad of his thumb stroked over your wrist. You could lie…you should lie.
"A little," You whispered. "J-just a little."
Harry’s lips curved into a smile, the kind that made your thighs press tighter together without meaning to. His grip on your wrist tightened just enough to keep you from squirming away as he lifted your fingers to his mouth. The first brush of his tongue against your fingertips sent a shockwave of heat straight to your core, his eyes never leaving yours as he dragged the flat of his tongue along the pads of your fingers, tasting the reminisce of arousal.
"Mmm," He hummed, closing his lips around your middle finger and sucking lightly. The vibration of his voice traveled straight to your clit, and you whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily. "Sweet girl," He murmured, releasing your finger with a soft pop. "Couldn’t even wait five minutes for me, could you?"
His palm pressed against your pussy with a rough, sudden pressure…not a slap, but the flatness of his hand grinding against you, the friction was brutal and perfect. You arched off the bed with a punched-out moan, thighs snapping shut around his wrist instinctively, but Harry didn’t pull away. Instead, he pressed harder, his fingers wide to drag your slickness in circles over your clit, the heel of his hand relentlessly digging into your sensitive folds.
“There you go.” Harry murmured, watching your face twist with overstimulated pleasure as his palm worked slowly. Your hips jerked up into the contact, chasing the pressure, but he adjusted the angle just enough to keep you teetering on the edge. “Fuck, look at you…so fucking pretty when you’re desperate.”
Harry’s palm stilled abruptly, his touch gentling as he smoothed the damp hair from your forehead.
"You okay?" He murmured, his voice sincere, wanting to make sure you were still okay with his antics. You managed a weak nod, your throat too tight to speak, and his lips curved into that slow, knowing smile.
"Don’t worry, honey," He whispered. "I’ll let you cum."
You heard the rattle of the nightstand drawer, the clatter of something plastic being knocked aside. Your breath hitched when his hand reappeared, a pink vibrator in hand. He clicked it on, letting it sit on the lowest setting.
Harry didn’t rush. He dragged the tip of the vibrator down your stomach, until it hovered just above your clit, but not close enough to relieve the ache. You whimpered, hips lifting instinctively, but he tutted, pressing his free hand flat against your abdomen to hold you down.
"Patience"
The vibrator skimmed over your clit so lightly you barely felt it, just a little teasing before Harry yanked it away.
Your breathing stopped for a moment, but he only smirked, quickly setting the vibrator to the highest setting, and placing it back on your clit. The violent buzz made you yelp, back arching as the vibrations punched through your oversensitive nerves.
Then, just as quickly, he dropped it back to low, which left you gasping, thighs shaking with the aftershocks.
"Harry," You begged, voice cracking, fingers scrabbling at the sheets. "Please...please, I want to cum...please."
Harry didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned back, watching you with a smile as he dragged the vibrator down the inside of your thigh.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” He admired, voice low and rough. The vibrator dipped between your thighs, the tip brushing against your soaked entrance for half a second before he pulled back, leaving you clenching around nothing.
The vibrator clicked off before Harry tossed it to the side. Your breath hitched, as his fingers replaced the plastic, slowly tracing your soaked folds. His fingers dipped inside you barely an inch, just enough to make your walls flutter around him, before exiting. Again. Again. He purposely avoided direct pressure on your g-spot, teasing but never giving you what you needed.
He was now fully leaning over you, his other hand feeling your body up, while his lips caressed your entire neck.
“Fuck,” He muttered, lips skimming up your neck. You clenched onto his bicep with one armand lightly bit down on the shoulder in front of you. “You wanna mark me up, sweet girl? Gonna make sure everyone knows who I belong to?”
You couldn’t answer him, your mind was too foggy, so you just let out another moan. Harry chuckled, low and rough, his lips trailing down to your pulse point.
"Okay, sweetheart. You've been so fucking good for me." He grabbed the vibrator he threw to the side. This time, he didn’t tease. "You can cum."
He continued to finger you, this time hitting your g-spot fast and hard, causing you to uncontrollably scream out and writhe in pleasure. The vibrator pressed against your clit on the highest setting, with a similar pressure.
“Harry…Harry, fuck-” Your voice cracked, back arching off the mattress as the pleasure surged through your veins. Your nails dug into his bicep, hard enough to leave indents in his skin, but he didn’t flinch. He just watched you with strong intent, as your body tensed and squirmed.
Your eyes stayed tightly shut as your orgasm ripped through you with a force that left your body aching. A high cry escaped from your throat. Your hips jerked uncontrollably, riding out the waves as warmth gushed between your thighs, soaking Harry’s fingers and the sheets beneath you. The vibrator against your clit sent aftershocks sparking through your nerves, dragging the pleasure out until it was borderline painful.
Your body sagged into the mattress, like you were all of a sudden boneless. The vibrator slipped from Harry’s grip, clattering onto the sheets as your thighs clamped shut instinctively, oversensitive and twitching. He gently removed his finger, letting your body adjust to the sudden emptiness.
“Jesus Christ,” Harry murmured, voice thick with awe. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your heaving sternum, then another just below your collarbone, easing you in the aftermath of your climax. “Look at you.” His palm smoothed over your stomach, grounding you as your breath evened out. “So fucking perfect. Took it so well, sweet girl.”
Summary: after falling on hard times, you sign up to a sugar daddy/baby website. Things go very well upon the first meeting.
Words: 2.6k
Warnings: smut, fem!reader, light domming, light praising kink, a complete romanticization of sugar daddy relationships and meeting up with strangers...don't do this
His fingers traced the line of your jaw before sliding into your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back. The kiss deepened. It was slow, deliberate, like he was savoring the moment. You gasped when his teeth grazed your bottom lip, and he took advantage, tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your body weak. One hand stayed tangled in your hair while the other roamed down your side.
You weren't sure when you'd moved, but suddenly you were straddling his lap, the heat of him seeping through the fabric between you. His grip tightened on your hip, and you rolled against him experimentally, earning a low groan that vibrated against your mouth.
"Fuck" He muttered, breaking the kiss just to drag his lips along your throat. "You're-" His breath hitched. "So perfect." You weren't sure if he meant that, this wasn't his first rodeo, after all, but you weren't going to spend time trying to figure it out.
His lips moved down to your throat, then the hollow beneath your ear, and you arched into him instinctively, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt. You could feel him, all of him, hard against your thigh, and the realization sent a sharp thrill down your spine.
Then his hands were on your waist, lifting you effortlessly, and suddenly your back hit the couch cushions with a soft thump. He hovered over you, pupils wide, and for a second, you just stared at each other. The contract, the rules, the careful boundaries...all of it evaporated. His thumb brushed your lower lip, slow, deliberate, before he kissed you again, deeper this time. You moaned into his mouth, and he responded with one of his own, like it was something he'd been waiting for.
Harry's fingers dipped lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants with an ease that made your breath catch. The first brush of his fingertips against your clit sent a sharp shockwave through your body. You arched off the couch, a gasp tearing from your throat, and his grip tightened, holding you steady as his thumb circled once, twice, deliberately slow. "mm," He murmured against your ear, his voice rough.
"You're already..." He didn't finish the thought, just exhaled a laugh that was more like a groan, his breath hot on your neck.
Your hands scrabbled at his shoulders, nails biting into the fabric of his shirt as he worked you open with a patience that felt like torture. Every stroke was calculated, like he was mapping out exactly how to unravel you. And it was working, your hips jerked against his hand, chasing the friction, but he pulled back just enough to keep you teetering on the edge.
"Harry." You choked out, half plea, half angst.
"Let go." Harry murmured against your ear, his commanding voice caused your stomach to coil.
His fingers never stopped moving, relentless in their rhythm, and you could feel the pressure building like a storm inside you. His eyes stayed locked on your face. Watching and studying, as if memorizing every scrunch of your face, every flicker of your lashes. "I want to see you." He added, softer now.
You tried to hold on, to anchor yourself to something...his shoulder, the couch, anything. But his thumb circled your clit once more, precise and unyielding, and your vision went out. A broken sound came from your throat as you came, back arching off the cushions, fingers clawing at his shirt. He didn't look away, not once. His gaze was dark, hungry, admiring the way your body shuddered beneath him, the way your lips parted with silent gasps.
His fingers stopped inside you as he pulled back. For a moment, you thought he was stopping, until his lips brushed your arm, then your shoulder, tracing a slow path up your arm. By the time his mouth found yours again, you were trembling, your pulse hammering.
When he broke the kiss, his forehead pressed to yours, his breathing ragged. His eyes were dark, heavy lidded, they searched yours with an intensity that made your stomach flip. "Tell me," He murmured, thumb pushing against your swollen lower lip. "Do you want this?" The question was soft, but also dominant.
"Yes." You gasped, your hands already fumbling for his belt buckle. The leather slid free and Harry exhaled sharply through his nose, watching your fingers tremble against the button of his slacks.
Harry adjusted for you, sitting upright on the couch, allowing you to kneel before him.
The zipper resisted for half a second before gliding down, you didn't hesitate. You hooked your fingers into the waistband and dragged both layers down just enough to free him, his cock springing against your wrist, already slick at the tip. Harry's breath hitched when you wrapped your hand around him, thumb swiping over the head, smearing the precum down his length.
His hips lightly jerked involuntarily when your lips wrapped around him, the groan that tore from his throat raw and unfiltered. You didn't tease him, you just took him deep, your tongue pressing flat against the underside of his cock as you pulled back, then swallowed him again.
His fingers tangled in your hair, not guiding, not forcing, just holding, like he needed the anchor.
"Fuck." He rasped, the word cracking halfway through. His thighs tensed under your palms, but he didn't thrust up, didn't take control, just let you set the pace, even as his grip tightened with every bob of your head.
You could taste him, salt and heat and the slight bitterness of precum, and the sound he made when you hollowed your cheeks was almost pained. His free hand dropped to the couch arm, fingers digging into the leather, his knuckles whitening.
"Look at you," He muttered, voice rough. His thumb brushed your cheekbone, smearing spit where it dripped from your lips, and the way his gaze burned into you was almost too much. You could feel him fighting to keep still, the muscles in his abdomen flexing as he resisted the urge to fuck your mouth. "Such a good girl."
His words encouraged you to keep going, your mouth moving steadily down his length, lips tight around him as you pulled back only to take him deeper again.
Then his grip tightened suddenly, fingers twisting in your hair as he muttered, "M'close... fuck, Honey."
His warning was rough, barely coherent, and you didn't pull away. Instead, you pressed closer, lips sealing around him as his cock pulsed hot against your tongue. The first thick burst hit the back of your throat, and you swallowed instinctively, but there was too much, spilling past your lips, dripping down your chin as you struggled to take it all. His groan was guttural, and when you finally pulled off with a wet pop, strands of cum still connected you to him, glistening in the light.
Harry watched you, head cocked to the side, his gaze lingering on the mess you'd made of yourselt, chin glistening, lips swollen. A slow smirk curled at the corner of his mouth, predatory and pleased. "Look at you.." He repeated, dragging his thumb through the cum on your chin before pressing it against your tongue. "Took me so well." His voice was low, roughened by satisfaction, but there was a sharp edge beneath it, the kind that made your stomach clench.
Harry's thumb lingered at the corner of your mouth, smearing the remnants of his release as he studied your face with a gaze that was both satisfied and calculating. "You mentioned something earlier," He murmured, voice still rough around the edges. "About other partners not being able to keep up with you." His fingers tightened slightly on your chin, not enough to hurt, just enough to make you aware of the grip. "I understand now."
You chuckled, wiping the rest of you chin with the back your hand. "But we're not done yet...are we?" Something had come over you, it felt primal, a level of confidence you hadn't expirience with a sexual partner before.
Harry laughed and sat up a bit, "Not if you don't want to be." Without anymore words, he put out his hand to help you up. "Come, we'll go somewhere more comfortable.'
His fingers laced with yours, warm and firm, as he led you upstairs, then down the dimly lit hallway.
The room door creaked open, a sound that should've been ominous but instead felt exciting.
The room was minimal, basic colors with basic decor. You wondered if this even his own room, or a guest room.
"We'll take it slow." Harry said, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand. "No rules tonight except the ones we make up as we go." The bed was massive, bigger than you had ever seen.
You reached for the buttons of his shirt, fumbling only slightly as he stood between your knees. He let you work, watching through hooded eyes as each button gave way to reveal his tattoos and broad chest.
"Your turn." He seductively said, voice low, and his hands found the hem of your top. The fabric came over your head, leaving you bare except for your bra, and his exhale was grand.
You snapped open the back clasp of your bra, the straps sliding down your shoulders before dropping to the ground. You barely had time to register the cool air against your skin before Harry's hand closed over your breast, his palm rough against the softness, thumb brushing your nipple in a way that made your breath hitch.
Then, his mouth slammed on yours again, hungry and insistent, swallowing the gasp that escaped you as he pushed you back onto the bed
His other hand worked at the button of your pants impatiently, fingers slipping beneath the waistband to tug them down your hips along with your underwear. You kicked them off, the fabric tangling around your ankles before finally falling away, leaving you bare beneath him. Harry barely broke the kiss before he sat up to discard his own pants.
Harry pulled back just far enough to reach for the nightstand drawer, his fingers fumbling slightlylike he had forgot something. You watched, your pulse hammering, as he retrieved a condom from the drawer.
The foil tore between his teeth, and he rolled the condom down his length with practiced efficiency. You didn't miss the way his breath caught when his fingers brushed over the already slick head. His gaze flicked back to you, dark and searching, as if checking one last time. No words were needed.
His hips pressed forward with deliberate slowness, the thick head of his cock entering you with an almost unbearable stretch. You gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders as he paused, letting your body clench around him.
"Breathe." Harry whispered against your temple, his own breath ragged as he held himself perfectly still. His hands cradled your hips with surprising tenderness, thumbs brushing slow circles against your skin while your legs quivered.
Too much and not enough... your back arched, desperate for relief or some completion, you weren't sure which. Harry exhaled a shaky laugh, his forehead dropping to yours. "I know." He gritted out, as if he was reading your thoughts. His next thrust was intentional, wanting to give you what you needed. Your legs locked around his waist instinctively, heels pressing into the small of his back to drag him closer still.
The sound tore from your throat before you could stop it. It was a low, shuddering moan that filled the room as Harry's hips rolled against yours in a slow rhythm. His grip on your thighs tightened, fingers pressing into your skin rough, but not painful, and his lips curled into a smirk against your collarbone. "That's it." He whispered, his breath hot against your damp skin. "Let me hear you." His voice was rough with approval, but with the praise there was a bit of command.
His rhythm stuttered first, his jaw clenching as his thrusts lost their precision. You felt it before he said it, the way his fingers dug into your hips like he was trying to anchor himself. "Fuck, Honey I'm-" His voice cracked.
You knew you were both too turned on to draw out the moment (and that this was definitely not the last time you'd be seeing each other.)
You watched, mesmerized, as his eyelids fluttered shut, his lips parting around a silent gasp. The sight alone was enough to send another pulse of heat through you, your own climax just out of reach. But then his eyes opened, dark and insistent, and his thumb found your clit in one ruthless circle. "Come for me, Honey" he demanded, voice wrecked.
The moment Harry's thumb pressed against your clit, your back arched off the bed. His name let out from your throat, half scream, half sob, as your vision faded out, your body clamping down around him with violent pulses. You barely registered the curses that ripped from his lips, the way his hips stuttered before slamming into you one last time, deep enough to bruise.
His release hit like a second aftershock, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave marks as he groaned into the crook of your neck, teeth scraping skin.
For a second, neither of you moved. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the only sound your ragged breathing mingling with his.
Then Harry shifted, his softening cock sliding out of you with a slick noise. He rolled off with a grunt, reaching down to tie off the condom betore tossing it toward the wastebasket with lazy precision.
Harry's fingers fell to your hair and paused mid strand, his hand hovering just above your scalp like he'd been caught stealing. You turned your head slightly to catch his expression...the tightness in his jaw, the way his throat worked as he swallowed. His arm, draped over your pillow, flexed subtly, as if resisting the urge to pull you closer.
"You good?" he asked, voice rougher than usual.
The question was casual, his fingers twitched against the sheet, trying not to betray his restraint.
You watched his chest rise and fall with controlled breaths, the tattoos across his body shitting with the motion. The silence stretched just long enough to be uncomfortable before you nodded, reaching up to tuck a stray curl behind his ear. His exhale was barely audible but shakey, he was nervous again.
With a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, he broke the silence. "I'll get that contract written up ASAP."
His fingers traced the line of your jaw before sliding into your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back. The kiss deepened. It was slow, deliberate, like he was savoring the moment. You gasped when his teeth grazed your bottom lip, and he took advantage, tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your body weak. One hand stayed tangled in your hair while the other roamed down your side.
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"Fuck" He muttered, breaking the kiss just to drag his lips along your throat. "You're-" His breath hitched. "So perfect." You weren't sure if he meant that, this wasn't his first rodeo, after all, but you weren't going to spend time trying to figure it out.
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"Harry." You choked out, half plea, half angst.
"Let go." Harry murmured against your ear, his commanding voice caused your stomach to coil.
His fingers never stopped moving, relentless in their rhythm, and you could feel the pressure building like a storm inside you. His eyes stayed locked on your face. Watching and studying, as if memorizing every scrunch of your face, every flicker of your lashes. "I want to see you." He added, softer now.
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His fingers stopped inside you as he pulled back. For a moment, you thought he was stopping, until his lips brushed your arm, then your shoulder, tracing a slow path up your arm. By the time his mouth found yours again, you were trembling, your pulse hammering.
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When he broke the kiss, his forehead pressed to yours, his breathing ragged. His eyes were dark, heavy lidded, they searched yours with an intensity that made your stomach flip. "Tell me," He murmured, thumb pushing against your swollen lower lip. "Do you want this?" The question was soft, but also dominant.
"Yes." You gasped, your hands already fumbling for his belt buckle. The leather slid free and Harry exhaled sharply through his nose, watching your fingers tremble against the button of his slacks.
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"Look at you," He muttered, voice rough. His thumb brushed your cheekbone, smearing spit where it dripped from your lips, and the way his gaze burned into you was almost too much. You could feel him fighting to keep still, the muscles in his abdomen flexing as he resisted the urge to fuck your mouth. "Such a good girl."
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Harry watched you, head cocked to the side, his gaze lingering on the mess you'd made of yourselt, chin glistening, lips swollen. A slow smirk curled at the corner of his mouth, predatory and pleased. "Look at you.." He repeated, dragging his thumb through the cum on your chin before pressing it against your tongue. "Took me so well." His voice was low, roughened by satisfaction, but there was a sharp edge beneath it, the kind that made your stomach clench.
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"You mentioned something earlier," He murmured, voice still rough around the edges. "About other partners not being able to keep up with you." His fingers tightened slightly on your chin, not enough to hurt, just enough to make you aware of the grip. "I understand now."
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You chuckled, wiping the rest of you chin with the back your hand. "But we're not done yet...are we?" Something had come over you, it felt primal, a level of confidence you hadn't expirience with a sexual partner before.
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"We'll take it slow." Harry said, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand. "No rules tonight except the ones we make up as we go." The bed was massive, bigger than you had ever seen.
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"Breathe." Harry whispered against your temple, his own breath ragged as he held himself perfectly still. His hands cradled your hips with surprising tenderness, thumbs brushing slow circles against your skin while your legs quivered.
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You knew you were both too turned on to draw out the moment (and that this was definitely not the last time you'd be seeing each other.)
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Harry's fingers fell to your hair and paused mid strand, his hand hovering just above your scalp like he'd been caught stealing. You turned your head slightly to catch his expression...the tightness in his jaw, the way his throat worked as he swallowed. His arm, draped over your pillow, flexed subtly, as if resisting the urge to pull you closer.
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"You good?" he asked, voice rougher than usual.
The question was casual, his fingers twitched against the sheet, trying not to betray his restraint.
You watched his chest rise and fall with controlled breaths, the tattoos across his body shitting with the motion. The silence stretched just long enough to be uncomfortable before you nodded, reaching up to tuck a stray curl behind his ear. His exhale was barely audible but shakey, he was nervous again.
With a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, he broke the silence. "I'll get that contract written up ASAP."
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Summary: after falling on hard times, you sign up to a sugar daddy/baby website. Things go very well upon the first meeting.
Words: 3.3k
Warnings: preamble to smut, fem!reader, light domming, light praising kink, a complete romanticization of sugar daddy relationships and meeting up with strangers... don't do this
You couldn't quite grasp why you were standing here, in front of this man's apartment.
It had started as a spur-of-the-moment decision in the middle of the night, made in the haze of exhaustion and mounting stress. You had scraped together what little savings you had to attend school in NYC, but now, living paycheck to paycheck, you were barely getting by.
The idea had come from a joke, one of your friends had teased, "if you can't make rent money, you should just sell foot pics, or...find yourself a sugar daddy" You had laughed it off at first, dismissing it as ridiculous. But that was before the weight of tuition bills and an empty bank account had pushed you to the edge.
One sleepless night, staring at your mounting debt, a fleeting thought crossed your mind:
What's the harm in checking out a sugar daddy website?
You had expected it to be filled with older, lonely men, desperate for some company. And sure, there were plenty of those. But as you scrolled deeper, you began to find profiles that piqued your interest. Profiles that seemed...more your type.
|Treyl
42 years old
Not looking to get close, or really even know your name, this is a business to me, just an exchange. Message me if interested, don't keep me on read. Millionaire.
He was younger than any of the other men on the site, but seemed entirely too full of himself from his bio. And the suits he wore in his profile picture were way too tight.
|Harry|
34 years old
Looking for quiet moments with someone. Big fan of music, art, and swimming. No rush, just good conversations and understanding each other's boundaries.
Harry was definitely cute, and his bio seemed interesting and not too egotistical. So, you messaged him.
'Hi, your bio feels very refreshing on this site...''m a fashion student in NYC and figured I'd just say hello instead of overthinking it.’
And now here you are. Standing in front of his apartment, knocking on his door.
Harry quickly made arrangements to meet up after asking for your instagram. "Like you said, it's quite refreshing to see someone like you on this site", He told you over the phone. Although this arrangement was purely financially incentivised, you couldn't help but get butterflies in your stomach.
You had been invited under the guise of talking, figuring out your "arrangement". Harry seemed very open about himself (as open as you can be on a sugar daddy website), you knew where he was born, that he had one sister, he was the CEO of his company...he was open about his personal life with you. But he wasn't explicit about what he wanted in return.
You rang his doorbell, hands trembling, then falling down to clutch on to the best outfit you could find for the occasion.
"Hello," a handsome, grinning man answered the door. Harry. He had a beautiful smile, dimples dented on both sides of his face. "You're, Y/N?"
You stood there staring at him, your throat suddenly closing up. "Uhm-y-yeah. Yes, Y/N." He smirked and stuck out his hand for you to shake.
"Why don't you come in, we can sit and talk." He stepped aside, and you accepted his offer. The inside was beautiful, antique furniture and paintings dawning on the entire penthouse.
"I thought we could continue our... negotiations...to continue to get to know each other. Can I get you anything to drink? Water? Tea? Wine?"
"Water is fine."
Harry nodded, already moving toward the kitchen. "Help yourself to the couch. I'll be right back."
You did as instructed, sitting on the edge of the cushion, like you were afraid of getting too comfortable. Your eyes wandered despite yourselt, taking in the room around you. Tall windows let in the late afternoon light. There were records neatly categorized, framed photographs you didn't get close enough to see, books lining the shelves that looked actually read, not just curated for decoration.
Harry returned a moment later, handing you a cold glass of water. Your fingers brushed when you took it, sending a jolt through your body.
"Thank you," You said quickly, wrapping your shaking hand around the glass.
"Of course." He sat across from you, not too close. "I'm glad you came."
You nodded, taking a sip just to give yourself something to do. "Me too. I think."
He smiled at that. "That's fair." There was a brief pause, you were both aware of the context in which you agreed to meet.
"So," You said, forcing your voice to stay steady. "You already know I'm a fashion student, Junior year. Uhm, I work part-time, mostly retail and freelance stuff when I can get it." You hesitated, then added, "I'm not really sure how much you want to know...if it even matters...l've never really done something like this...”
"I want to know whatever you're comfortable sharing," He replied easily, the gentle smile still on his face. "No more, no less."
That answer relaxed you, so you kept talking. About school, how demanding it was, how competitive. About New York, how it still felt too loud sometimes, even after years of living there.
You admitted you missed swimming, that you used to go all the time growing up but hadn't found the time or money for it lately.
"That's a shame," Harry said. "There's a great place upstate, I go often, we should go sometime."
You smiled. "I'd like that."
He told you more about himself too. His company, though he kept it broad, not drowning you in specifics. That he traveled often, that he liked routine when he could manage it. He spoke about music in great detail, about certain albums he loved. It surprised you how easy it was to listen to him, how little effort it took to stay engaged.
At some point, you realized you weren't checking the time anymore.
Still, the question loomed. It sat heavy in your chest, growing more insistent the longer you talked around it. Eventually, you set your glass down and drew in a slow breath.
"Can I ask you something?" you said.
Harry leaned back slightly, giving you his full attention. "Of course."
You hesitated, choosing your words carefully.
"Uhm, what exactly are you looking for?" You swallowed. "In...this. With me."
He didn't answer right away.
Instead, he looked at you, really looked at you, intensely, in a way that made your skin prickle.
Not assessing, not hungry. Thoughtful. Careful.
"I'm not very good with rigid definitions." He said finally. "I know what I don't want. I don't want anything rushed. I don't want pressure, or expectations that go beyond what we agree on."
You frowned slightly. "That's...kind of vague."
He smiled, acknowledging the point. "I know, I'm sorry."
"So...are you. would-would you be looking for more than just...?" You stuttered, more gently alluding to what you knew all sugar daddies were looking for.
He lightly chuckled at your inability to speak at that moment. "I'm not opposed to connection," He said. "I just prefer clarity. Mutual understanding. I think...things work better when everyone knows where they stand."
That didn't answer the question, not really. And he seemed to know it.
"What about you?" He asked, turning it back on you. "What are you looking for?"
You hesitated, then answered honestly. "Help...but someone who's clear and respectful."
Something in his expression softened at that. He knew what you were referring to
"That's reasonable," He said quietly. "More than reasonable."
He shifted in his seat, leaning more towards you, his eyes focusing on yours, but still remaining soft.
"I think," Harry continued after a moment, "the best way to approach this is to talk specifics. What you want, what you're comfortable with. What I want, what I can offer. And then, if it aligns, we put it in writing."
You blinked. "A contract?"
"Yes." He said simply. "Clear terms. No guessing. No blurred lines. We can also revise it at any time."
You weren't sure what you'd expected, but it wasn't that. The formality of it grounded you, steadied the nerves in your stomach.
"And if it doesn't align?" You asked.
"Then we part amicably," He replied. "No hard feelings."
You nodded slowly. That felt...safe. Or at least safer than anything else you'd imagined when you first clicked onto a sugar daddy website in the middle of the night.
Harry glanced at the clock on the wall, then back at you. "We don't have to decide everything today," He said. "But I'd like to start the conversation. Let's talk about what we want..."
You paused, did he mean in general or sexually? Harry seemed to catch the question forming on your face before you even asked it. He leaned back again, giving you space, like he didn't want you to feel cornered in the moment.
"In general," He clarified. "We can get into specifics when, or if, you're ready. There's no rush."
You let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. "Okay. What do you think our f-uh-financial agreement would look like?" Your mouth suddenly got dry and you stared at the ground, unable to look him in the eyes. "Sorry, I don't mean to come off-like I'm-like.." You couldn't think of any more words.
Harry chuckled, then started to speak. "That's why we're here...isn't it? I'd be a complete hypocrite to judge you at all. Let's talk about finances."
You exhaled and relaxed your shoulders, something about the way Harry talked, the way he smiled, made you trust the words he was saying.
"I was thinking, a baseline in the form of a weekly allowance, something around $5,000 a week." Harry started to explain. Your breath hitched, way more than had anticipated (and way more than you were currently making). "And then anything beyond that can be negotiated based on the rest of our contract. Is that alright?"
"Yeah, yes. That's totally alright." You stammered out. "What does the rest of our contract look like...to you?" Your eyes were now steady on his, awaiting his next answer.
"Well the specifics are completely up to you, but with previous relationships like this, l've had a very adaptable schedule. Whenever you want, you could come over, whether it be here or my office." He continued, his tone staying even. "Sometimes just to talk. Sometimes to spend the night. Sometimes...more."
You nodded. Your eyes staying on his, but your hands fidgeting with each other. "I don't expect anything from you. That is to say, I don't want to pressure you into anything. If there is a physical aspect," He said, choosing his words with care,
"I'd want it to feel mutual. Comfortable. Not something you feel obligated to provide because of the allowance."
"I'd be comfortable with that." You replied. "I'd like to outline what that might look like, what we're both comfortable with, if that's okay with you."
"That sounds perfect." Harry stood up and walked around the corner of the living room. You craned your head and furrowed your eyebrows, confused on what he was doing.
He came back with some pieces of paper and a pen. "This won't be our final contract, of course, but it can give a good idea of where we both stand before typing it out."
He sat back down, this time a little closer to you. "So, let's talk sex." You chuckled at his successful attempt to lighten the somewhat tense mood. "What are you into?"
"I am very open, I haven't...I'm not that experienced, when it comes to very kinky things... but I definitely want to expand my horizons." You cringed a bit at the wording you just used, but you wanted to be honest.
"You're not-You've had.." You watched Harry become flustered for the first time. "I don't mean to pry, but... You have had sex before...Right?"
It was your time to chuckle at his stammering.
"Yes, I have. Just not with anyone who was willing to match what I wanted."
Harry gained his composure, visibly turned on by your words. Harry's mouth curved into something softer, slower. "That's good to know, He said, voice a touch lower. "Matching matters."
He uncapped the pen and glanced down at the paper. "Let's keep it simple. We can always revise." He drew a line down the page, splitting it neatly in two. At the top of one column, He wrote
'Comfortable': On the other, 'Maybe / With Time'
"This isn't a test." He added, sensing your hesitation. "There are no wrong answers." You nodded, watching the pen move, the scrape of ink against paper suddenly loud in the quiet room.
"Affection." He said first, looking up at you. "Outside of sex…holding hands, touching, sleeping in the same bed."
You exhaled. "I like that. All of it."
He wrote it down in the first column without comment.
"Kissing?" he asked.
"Yes." You said immediately, then smiled. "Very much yes."
He smiled, another mark in the first column.
"Privacy," He said. "Discretion is nonnegotiable for me. No photos. No sharing details with friends."
"I'm okay with that." You replied. "I'd want the same." He nodded and underlined it once.
When it was your turn to ask, your voice was steadier than you expected. "What about exclusivity?" Harry stilled, pen hovering just above the page. He didn't look at you right away.
"Sexually?" He asked.
You nodded.
"Yes." He said after a moment. "I prefer that. To avoid us catching anything." Something in his answer felt careful, not possessive. You watched him write it down, neat and deliberate.
"And..emotionally?" you asked, quieter now.
He glanced up at you then, something unreadable flickering across his expression again.
"I don't really date around that way, so it's up to you if you want to seek something like that, outside of this."
You nodded, eyes staying on his. "I just want to be open about things like that...knowing where we both stand."
He smiled at that, appreciative. "Then let's put that in writing." Harry set the pen down and slid the paper slightly closer to you. "Is there anything you want to add? Anything you don't see here?"
You scanned the list, then looked up at him. "Just one thing."
"Yes?"
"I want the ability to say stop. At any point. Without it being awkward"
His answer was immediate. "Always." He wrote it in larger letters than the rest.
"This," He said quietly, tapping the page, "is a good start." He gathered the papers, stacking them neatly. "I'll have this typed up, more formally. We'll review it together before anything begins."
The room felt different now, like the air itself had shifted. For the first time, despite the extremely foreign circumstances, you felt the most comfortable in a stranger's home. Harry was the first to break the silence.
"Do you want more water?" He asked easily, like you were now friends "Or-" He gestured vaguely toward the kitchen. "I've got wine, if you'd prefer."
The casualness of the offer grounded you.
"Wine sounds good, only a little though, thank you."
He nodded. You watched him move without meaning to, his confident stride across the room, sleeves pushed up slightly, to show off his arms.
While he was gone, you stood. You hadn't realized how tense your body had been until you stretched, rolling your shoulders back, exhaling slowly. You drifted toward the large window overlooking the city. Outside, the light was fading.
The world carried on as if nothing just happened.
You rested your forehead lightly against the cool glass.
Harry returned, wine in hand, eyes flicking to you like he was taking stock.
"If you're trying to decide whether this was a mistake," He said lightly, offering the glass, "you don't look like someone regretting anything."
You looked back at him. "It's strange," You said softly. "I thought I'd feel nervous right now. But I don't." You took a sip, eyes still on him. "You're very...normal about all of this."
He leaned against the back of the couch, folding his arms loosely. "Is that disappointing?"
"No," You said quickly. "It's just refreshing. I expected this to feel more...transactional."
He hummed thoughtfully. "I find things work better when people feel like people.”
Something about the way he said it made your stomach flutter, it seemed he had a way with words (and a very attractive voice to say them with).
You moved back toward the couch but didn't sit right away, instead hovering near it, fingers brushing the fabric absently.
"It scares me a little, being so comfortable with a complete stranger" You added.
"That makes sense." He said. "Feeling safe can be disarming. Especially when you weren't expecting to."
You sank onto the couch, finally allowing yourself to get comfortable. Harry sat next to you.
"I want you to know," He said, voice low but steady, "nothing about today obligates you to anything. Not tomorrow. Not next week. If you wake up and decide this isn't for you, that's okay."
"Thank you," You looked down at your glass, swirling around the wine you had left. 'You're very good at this...have you done it a lot before?'
You both chuckled at the compliment. "A couple times, yeah. You become comfortable very quickly."
You studied his face as he talked, he had very beautiful, bright, eyes. The first signs of aging started to dawn on his face, light smile lines forming around his mouth. His brown curls, sometimes fell down his forehead before he would push them away.
"Why do this? Why not a relationship?" You blurted the question out before you could even think about it. "I-I'm sorry..l shouldn't have said that...I-"
"No," He chuckled at your sudden nervousness.
"It's a good question."
He paused for a moment, his demeanor was still light. "It's hard...in this field, in my field. To find someone who is able to...understand it.' His answer was quite vague, you almost didn't understand it. His voice got quieter. "And I just prefer it this way."
You nodded your head, choosing not to pry anymore. You looked down at your glass, swirling the wine lightly again. The conversation had shifted from contract and rules to something personal. Harry's gaze lingered on you, not impatient, not expectant, just...there.
When your eyes met his again, he was now studying your face, particularly your lips. His head lightly tilted, your eyes darted between his eyes and mouth.
"I don't want you to feel pressured...especially not before our contract-"
You let your body fully lean in, your lips melding together.
"We don't have to wait.." You murmured against his lips, a little breathless. "If that's okay."
His eyes stared into yours again, he cleared his throat. Was he nervous again? "You say the word and we'll stop, or readjust, whatever you want...just say the word."
You nodded and the two of you didn't waste any more time, mouths joining each other again.
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"So," You said, forcing your voice to stay steady. "You already know I'm a fashion student, Junior year. Uhm, I work part-time, mostly retail and freelance stuff when I can get it." You hesitated, then added, "I'm not really sure how much you want to know...if it even matters...l've never really done something like this...”
"I want to know whatever you're comfortable sharing," He replied easily, the gentle smile still on his face. "No more, no less."
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That answer relaxed you, so you kept talking. About school, how demanding it was, how competitive. About New York, how it still felt too loud sometimes, even after years of living there.
You admitted you missed swimming, that you used to go all the time growing up but hadn't found the time or money for it lately.
"That's a shame," Harry said. "There's a great place upstate, I go often, we should go sometime."
You smiled. "I'd like that."
Ahhhhhhhh and this !!!!!! Loveeeeeee😌😌
I loved their dialogue when discussing how things would work and what they would want. He was very respectful and patient.
You nodded. Your eyes staying on his, but your hands fidgeting with each other. "I don't expect anything from you. That is to say, I don't want to pressure you into anything. If there is a physical aspect," He said, choosing his words with care,
"I'd want it to feel mutual. Comfortable. Not something you feel obligated to provide because of the allowance."
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I love how real she was. You can feel it even in how she responds to him. It’s uncharted waters for her and she’s a bit shy and maybe even awkward but in a very sweet and kind way and I just really love how you write her !!
I honestly love that he made that list. I feel like she needed that clarity and he gave her a safe space to open up about things sexually.
"Kissing?" he asked.
"Yes." You said immediately, then smiled. "Very much yes."
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"I want the ability to say stop. At any point. Without it being awkward"
His answer was immediate. "Always." He wrote it in larger letters than the rest.
A MAN™️ !
"If you're trying to decide whether this was a mistake," He said lightly, offering the glass, "you don't look like someone regretting anything."
You looked back at him. "It's strange," You said softly. "I thought I'd feel nervous right now. But I don't." You took a sip, eyes still on him. "You're very...normal about all of this.
He leaned against the back of the couch, folding his arms loosely. "Is that disappointing?"
"No," You said quickly. "It's just refreshing. I expected this to feel more...transactional."
He hummed thoughtfully. "I find things work better when people feel like people.”
Loveeeeee this !!!!!! He’s just really saying all the right things🙂↕️🙂↔️🙂↕️🙂↔️🙂↕️
"I want you to know," He said, voice low but steady, "nothing about today obligates you to anything. Not tomorrow. Not next week. If you wake up and decide this isn't for you, that's okay."
A MAN™️ AGAIN !
I do actually like that he’s experienced with these kinds of relationships because I think it’s part of what makes her feel more at ease.
"Why do this? Why not a relationship?" You blurted the question out before you could even think about it. "I-I'm sorry..l shouldn't have said that...I-"
"No," He chuckled at your sudden nervousness.
"It's a good question."
He paused for a moment, his demeanor was still light. "It's hard...in this field, in my field. To find someone who is able to...understand it.' His answer was quite vague, you almost didn't understand it. His voice got quieter. "And I just prefer it this way."
Ooooooooo👀👀it feels like there’s more here. I’m interested to see if he opens up more to her overtime.
When your eyes met his again, he was now studying your face, particularly your lips. His head lightly tilted, your eyes darted between his eyes and mouth.
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"I don't want you to feel pressured...especially not before our contract-"
You let your body fully lean in, your lips melding together.
"We don't have to wait.." You murmured against his lips, a little breathless. "If that's okay."
His eyes stared into yours again, he cleared his throat. Was he nervous again? "You say the word and we'll stop, or readjust, whatever you want...just say the word."
You nodded and the two of you didn't waste any more time, mouths joining each other again.
AHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!! I loved this !!!!!!! I’m running to part 2 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!🩷🩷
i love this !!! thank you for taking the time to write this 😭😭 you definitely picked up on somethings that will come into play later 👀 I’m glad you enjoyed !! 🫶🫶
Summary: after falling on hard times, you sign up to a sugar daddy/baby website. Things go very well upon the first meeting.
Words: 2.6k
Warnings: smut, fem!reader, light domming, light praising kink, a complete romanticization of sugar daddy relationships and meeting up with strangers...don't do this
His fingers traced the line of your jaw before sliding into your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back. The kiss deepened. It was slow, deliberate, like he was savoring the moment. You gasped when his teeth grazed your bottom lip, and he took advantage, tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your body weak. One hand stayed tangled in your hair while the other roamed down your side.
You weren't sure when you'd moved, but suddenly you were straddling his lap, the heat of him seeping through the fabric between you. His grip tightened on your hip, and you rolled against him experimentally, earning a low groan that vibrated against your mouth.
"Fuck" He muttered, breaking the kiss just to drag his lips along your throat. "You're-" His breath hitched. "So perfect." You weren't sure if he meant that, this wasn't his first rodeo, after all, but you weren't going to spend time trying to figure it out.
His lips moved down to your throat, then the hollow beneath your ear, and you arched into him instinctively, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt. You could feel him, all of him, hard against your thigh, and the realization sent a sharp thrill down your spine.
Then his hands were on your waist, lifting you effortlessly, and suddenly your back hit the couch cushions with a soft thump. He hovered over you, pupils wide, and for a second, you just stared at each other. The contract, the rules, the careful boundaries...all of it evaporated. His thumb brushed your lower lip, slow, deliberate, before he kissed you again, deeper this time. You moaned into his mouth, and he responded with one of his own, like it was something he'd been waiting for.
Harry's fingers dipped lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants with an ease that made your breath catch. The first brush of his fingertips against your clit sent a sharp shockwave through your body. You arched off the couch, a gasp tearing from your throat, and his grip tightened, holding you steady as his thumb circled once, twice, deliberately slow. "mm," He murmured against your ear, his voice rough.
"You're already..." He didn't finish the thought, just exhaled a laugh that was more like a groan, his breath hot on your neck.
Your hands scrabbled at his shoulders, nails biting into the fabric of his shirt as he worked you open with a patience that felt like torture. Every stroke was calculated, like he was mapping out exactly how to unravel you. And it was working, your hips jerked against his hand, chasing the friction, but he pulled back just enough to keep you teetering on the edge.
"Harry." You choked out, half plea, half angst.
"Let go." Harry murmured against your ear, his commanding voice caused your stomach to coil.
His fingers never stopped moving, relentless in their rhythm, and you could feel the pressure building like a storm inside you. His eyes stayed locked on your face. Watching and studying, as if memorizing every scrunch of your face, every flicker of your lashes. "I want to see you." He added, softer now.
You tried to hold on, to anchor yourself to something...his shoulder, the couch, anything. But his thumb circled your clit once more, precise and unyielding, and your vision went out. A broken sound came from your throat as you came, back arching off the cushions, fingers clawing at his shirt. He didn't look away, not once. His gaze was dark, hungry, admiring the way your body shuddered beneath him, the way your lips parted with silent gasps.
His fingers stopped inside you as he pulled back. For a moment, you thought he was stopping, until his lips brushed your arm, then your shoulder, tracing a slow path up your arm. By the time his mouth found yours again, you were trembling, your pulse hammering.
When he broke the kiss, his forehead pressed to yours, his breathing ragged. His eyes were dark, heavy lidded, they searched yours with an intensity that made your stomach flip. "Tell me," He murmured, thumb pushing against your swollen lower lip. "Do you want this?" The question was soft, but also dominant.
"Yes." You gasped, your hands already fumbling for his belt buckle. The leather slid free and Harry exhaled sharply through his nose, watching your fingers tremble against the button of his slacks.
Harry adjusted for you, sitting upright on the couch, allowing you to kneel before him.
The zipper resisted for half a second before gliding down, you didn't hesitate. You hooked your fingers into the waistband and dragged both layers down just enough to free him, his cock springing against your wrist, already slick at the tip. Harry's breath hitched when you wrapped your hand around him, thumb swiping over the head, smearing the precum down his length.
His hips lightly jerked involuntarily when your lips wrapped around him, the groan that tore from his throat raw and unfiltered. You didn't tease him, you just took him deep, your tongue pressing flat against the underside of his cock as you pulled back, then swallowed him again.
His fingers tangled in your hair, not guiding, not forcing, just holding, like he needed the anchor.
"Fuck." He rasped, the word cracking halfway through. His thighs tensed under your palms, but he didn't thrust up, didn't take control, just let you set the pace, even as his grip tightened with every bob of your head.
You could taste him, salt and heat and the slight bitterness of precum, and the sound he made when you hollowed your cheeks was almost pained. His free hand dropped to the couch arm, fingers digging into the leather, his knuckles whitening.
"Look at you," He muttered, voice rough. His thumb brushed your cheekbone, smearing spit where it dripped from your lips, and the way his gaze burned into you was almost too much. You could feel him fighting to keep still, the muscles in his abdomen flexing as he resisted the urge to fuck your mouth. "Such a good girl."
His words encouraged you to keep going, your mouth moving steadily down his length, lips tight around him as you pulled back only to take him deeper again.
Then his grip tightened suddenly, fingers twisting in your hair as he muttered, "M'close... fuck, Honey."
His warning was rough, barely coherent, and you didn't pull away. Instead, you pressed closer, lips sealing around him as his cock pulsed hot against your tongue. The first thick burst hit the back of your throat, and you swallowed instinctively, but there was too much, spilling past your lips, dripping down your chin as you struggled to take it all. His groan was guttural, and when you finally pulled off with a wet pop, strands of cum still connected you to him, glistening in the light.
Harry watched you, head cocked to the side, his gaze lingering on the mess you'd made of yourselt, chin glistening, lips swollen. A slow smirk curled at the corner of his mouth, predatory and pleased. "Look at you.." He repeated, dragging his thumb through the cum on your chin before pressing it against your tongue. "Took me so well." His voice was low, roughened by satisfaction, but there was a sharp edge beneath it, the kind that made your stomach clench.
Harry's thumb lingered at the corner of your mouth, smearing the remnants of his release as he studied your face with a gaze that was both satisfied and calculating. "You mentioned something earlier," He murmured, voice still rough around the edges. "About other partners not being able to keep up with you." His fingers tightened slightly on your chin, not enough to hurt, just enough to make you aware of the grip. "I understand now."
You chuckled, wiping the rest of you chin with the back your hand. "But we're not done yet...are we?" Something had come over you, it felt primal, a level of confidence you hadn't expirience with a sexual partner before.
Harry laughed and sat up a bit, "Not if you don't want to be." Without anymore words, he put out his hand to help you up. "Come, we'll go somewhere more comfortable.'
His fingers laced with yours, warm and firm, as he led you upstairs, then down the dimly lit hallway.
The room door creaked open, a sound that should've been ominous but instead felt exciting.
The room was minimal, basic colors with basic decor. You wondered if this even his own room, or a guest room.
"We'll take it slow." Harry said, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand. "No rules tonight except the ones we make up as we go." The bed was massive, bigger than you had ever seen.
You reached for the buttons of his shirt, fumbling only slightly as he stood between your knees. He let you work, watching through hooded eyes as each button gave way to reveal his tattoos and broad chest.
"Your turn." He seductively said, voice low, and his hands found the hem of your top. The fabric came over your head, leaving you bare except for your bra, and his exhale was grand.
You snapped open the back clasp of your bra, the straps sliding down your shoulders before dropping to the ground. You barely had time to register the cool air against your skin before Harry's hand closed over your breast, his palm rough against the softness, thumb brushing your nipple in a way that made your breath hitch.
Then, his mouth slammed on yours again, hungry and insistent, swallowing the gasp that escaped you as he pushed you back onto the bed
His other hand worked at the button of your pants impatiently, fingers slipping beneath the waistband to tug them down your hips along with your underwear. You kicked them off, the fabric tangling around your ankles before finally falling away, leaving you bare beneath him. Harry barely broke the kiss before he sat up to discard his own pants.
Harry pulled back just far enough to reach for the nightstand drawer, his fingers fumbling slightlylike he had forgot something. You watched, your pulse hammering, as he retrieved a condom from the drawer.
The foil tore between his teeth, and he rolled the condom down his length with practiced efficiency. You didn't miss the way his breath caught when his fingers brushed over the already slick head. His gaze flicked back to you, dark and searching, as if checking one last time. No words were needed.
His hips pressed forward with deliberate slowness, the thick head of his cock entering you with an almost unbearable stretch. You gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders as he paused, letting your body clench around him.
"Breathe." Harry whispered against your temple, his own breath ragged as he held himself perfectly still. His hands cradled your hips with surprising tenderness, thumbs brushing slow circles against your skin while your legs quivered.
Too much and not enough... your back arched, desperate for relief or some completion, you weren't sure which. Harry exhaled a shaky laugh, his forehead dropping to yours. "I know." He gritted out, as if he was reading your thoughts. His next thrust was intentional, wanting to give you what you needed. Your legs locked around his waist instinctively, heels pressing into the small of his back to drag him closer still.
The sound tore from your throat before you could stop it. It was a low, shuddering moan that filled the room as Harry's hips rolled against yours in a slow rhythm. His grip on your thighs tightened, fingers pressing into your skin rough, but not painful, and his lips curled into a smirk against your collarbone. "That's it." He whispered, his breath hot against your damp skin. "Let me hear you." His voice was rough with approval, but with the praise there was a bit of command.
His rhythm stuttered first, his jaw clenching as his thrusts lost their precision. You felt it before he said it, the way his fingers dug into your hips like he was trying to anchor himself. "Fuck, Honey I'm-" His voice cracked.
You knew you were both too turned on to draw out the moment (and that this was definitely not the last time you'd be seeing each other.)
You watched, mesmerized, as his eyelids fluttered shut, his lips parting around a silent gasp. The sight alone was enough to send another pulse of heat through you, your own climax just out of reach. But then his eyes opened, dark and insistent, and his thumb found your clit in one ruthless circle. "Come for me, Honey" he demanded, voice wrecked.
The moment Harry's thumb pressed against your clit, your back arched off the bed. His name let out from your throat, half scream, half sob, as your vision faded out, your body clamping down around him with violent pulses. You barely registered the curses that ripped from his lips, the way his hips stuttered before slamming into you one last time, deep enough to bruise.
His release hit like a second aftershock, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave marks as he groaned into the crook of your neck, teeth scraping skin.
For a second, neither of you moved. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the only sound your ragged breathing mingling with his.
Then Harry shifted, his softening cock sliding out of you with a slick noise. He rolled off with a grunt, reaching down to tie off the condom betore tossing it toward the wastebasket with lazy precision.
Harry's fingers fell to your hair and paused mid strand, his hand hovering just above your scalp like he'd been caught stealing. You turned your head slightly to catch his expression...the tightness in his jaw, the way his throat worked as he swallowed. His arm, draped over your pillow, flexed subtly, as if resisting the urge to pull you closer.
"You good?" he asked, voice rougher than usual.
The question was casual, his fingers twitched against the sheet, trying not to betray his restraint.
You watched his chest rise and fall with controlled breaths, the tattoos across his body shitting with the motion. The silence stretched just long enough to be uncomfortable before you nodded, reaching up to tuck a stray curl behind his ear. His exhale was barely audible but shakey, he was nervous again.
With a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, he broke the silence. "I'll get that contract written up ASAP."
Summary: after falling on hard times, you sign up to a sugar daddy/baby website. Things go very well upon the first meeting.
Words: 3.3k
Warnings: preamble to smut, fem!reader, light domming, light praising kink, a complete romanticization of sugar daddy relationships and meeting up with strangers... don't do this
You couldn't quite grasp why you were standing here, in front of this man's apartment.
It had started as a spur-of-the-moment decision in the middle of the night, made in the haze of exhaustion and mounting stress. You had scraped together what little savings you had to attend school in NYC, but now, living paycheck to paycheck, you were barely getting by.
The idea had come from a joke, one of your friends had teased, "if you can't make rent money, you should just sell foot pics, or...find yourself a sugar daddy" You had laughed it off at first, dismissing it as ridiculous. But that was before the weight of tuition bills and an empty bank account had pushed you to the edge.
One sleepless night, staring at your mounting debt, a fleeting thought crossed your mind:
What's the harm in checking out a sugar daddy website?
You had expected it to be filled with older, lonely men, desperate for some company. And sure, there were plenty of those. But as you scrolled deeper, you began to find profiles that piqued your interest. Profiles that seemed...more your type.
|Treyl
42 years old
Not looking to get close, or really even know your name, this is a business to me, just an exchange. Message me if interested, don't keep me on read. Millionaire.
He was younger than any of the other men on the site, but seemed entirely too full of himself from his bio. And the suits he wore in his profile picture were way too tight.
|Harry|
34 years old
Looking for quiet moments with someone. Big fan of music, art, and swimming. No rush, just good conversations and understanding each other's boundaries.
Harry was definitely cute, and his bio seemed interesting and not too egotistical. So, you messaged him.
'Hi, your bio feels very refreshing on this site...''m a fashion student in NYC and figured I'd just say hello instead of overthinking it.’
And now here you are. Standing in front of his apartment, knocking on his door.
Harry quickly made arrangements to meet up after asking for your instagram. "Like you said, it's quite refreshing to see someone like you on this site", He told you over the phone. Although this arrangement was purely financially incentivised, you couldn't help but get butterflies in your stomach.
You had been invited under the guise of talking, figuring out your "arrangement". Harry seemed very open about himself (as open as you can be on a sugar daddy website), you knew where he was born, that he had one sister, he was the CEO of his company...he was open about his personal life with you. But he wasn't explicit about what he wanted in return.
You rang his doorbell, hands trembling, then falling down to clutch on to the best outfit you could find for the occasion.
"Hello," a handsome, grinning man answered the door. Harry. He had a beautiful smile, dimples dented on both sides of his face. "You're, Y/N?"
You stood there staring at him, your throat suddenly closing up. "Uhm-y-yeah. Yes, Y/N." He smirked and stuck out his hand for you to shake.
"Why don't you come in, we can sit and talk." He stepped aside, and you accepted his offer. The inside was beautiful, antique furniture and paintings dawning on the entire penthouse.
"I thought we could continue our... negotiations...to continue to get to know each other. Can I get you anything to drink? Water? Tea? Wine?"
"Water is fine."
Harry nodded, already moving toward the kitchen. "Help yourself to the couch. I'll be right back."
You did as instructed, sitting on the edge of the cushion, like you were afraid of getting too comfortable. Your eyes wandered despite yourselt, taking in the room around you. Tall windows let in the late afternoon light. There were records neatly categorized, framed photographs you didn't get close enough to see, books lining the shelves that looked actually read, not just curated for decoration.
Harry returned a moment later, handing you a cold glass of water. Your fingers brushed when you took it, sending a jolt through your body.
"Thank you," You said quickly, wrapping your shaking hand around the glass.
"Of course." He sat across from you, not too close. "I'm glad you came."
You nodded, taking a sip just to give yourself something to do. "Me too. I think."
He smiled at that. "That's fair." There was a brief pause, you were both aware of the context in which you agreed to meet.
"So," You said, forcing your voice to stay steady. "You already know I'm a fashion student, Junior year. Uhm, I work part-time, mostly retail and freelance stuff when I can get it." You hesitated, then added, "I'm not really sure how much you want to know...if it even matters...l've never really done something like this...”
"I want to know whatever you're comfortable sharing," He replied easily, the gentle smile still on his face. "No more, no less."
That answer relaxed you, so you kept talking. About school, how demanding it was, how competitive. About New York, how it still felt too loud sometimes, even after years of living there.
You admitted you missed swimming, that you used to go all the time growing up but hadn't found the time or money for it lately.
"That's a shame," Harry said. "There's a great place upstate, I go often, we should go sometime."
You smiled. "I'd like that."
He told you more about himself too. His company, though he kept it broad, not drowning you in specifics. That he traveled often, that he liked routine when he could manage it. He spoke about music in great detail, about certain albums he loved. It surprised you how easy it was to listen to him, how little effort it took to stay engaged.
At some point, you realized you weren't checking the time anymore.
Still, the question loomed. It sat heavy in your chest, growing more insistent the longer you talked around it. Eventually, you set your glass down and drew in a slow breath.
"Can I ask you something?" you said.
Harry leaned back slightly, giving you his full attention. "Of course."
You hesitated, choosing your words carefully.
"Uhm, what exactly are you looking for?" You swallowed. "In...this. With me."
He didn't answer right away.
Instead, he looked at you, really looked at you, intensely, in a way that made your skin prickle.
Not assessing, not hungry. Thoughtful. Careful.
"I'm not very good with rigid definitions." He said finally. "I know what I don't want. I don't want anything rushed. I don't want pressure, or expectations that go beyond what we agree on."
You frowned slightly. "That's...kind of vague."
He smiled, acknowledging the point. "I know, I'm sorry."
"So...are you. would-would you be looking for more than just...?" You stuttered, more gently alluding to what you knew all sugar daddies were looking for.
He lightly chuckled at your inability to speak at that moment. "I'm not opposed to connection," He said. "I just prefer clarity. Mutual understanding. I think...things work better when everyone knows where they stand."
That didn't answer the question, not really. And he seemed to know it.
"What about you?" He asked, turning it back on you. "What are you looking for?"
You hesitated, then answered honestly. "Help...but someone who's clear and respectful."
Something in his expression softened at that. He knew what you were referring to
"That's reasonable," He said quietly. "More than reasonable."
He shifted in his seat, leaning more towards you, his eyes focusing on yours, but still remaining soft.
"I think," Harry continued after a moment, "the best way to approach this is to talk specifics. What you want, what you're comfortable with. What I want, what I can offer. And then, if it aligns, we put it in writing."
You blinked. "A contract?"
"Yes." He said simply. "Clear terms. No guessing. No blurred lines. We can also revise it at any time."
You weren't sure what you'd expected, but it wasn't that. The formality of it grounded you, steadied the nerves in your stomach.
"And if it doesn't align?" You asked.
"Then we part amicably," He replied. "No hard feelings."
You nodded slowly. That felt...safe. Or at least safer than anything else you'd imagined when you first clicked onto a sugar daddy website in the middle of the night.
Harry glanced at the clock on the wall, then back at you. "We don't have to decide everything today," He said. "But I'd like to start the conversation. Let's talk about what we want..."
You paused, did he mean in general or sexually? Harry seemed to catch the question forming on your face before you even asked it. He leaned back again, giving you space, like he didn't want you to feel cornered in the moment.
"In general," He clarified. "We can get into specifics when, or if, you're ready. There's no rush."
You let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. "Okay. What do you think our f-uh-financial agreement would look like?" Your mouth suddenly got dry and you stared at the ground, unable to look him in the eyes. "Sorry, I don't mean to come off-like I'm-like.." You couldn't think of any more words.
Harry chuckled, then started to speak. "That's why we're here...isn't it? I'd be a complete hypocrite to judge you at all. Let's talk about finances."
You exhaled and relaxed your shoulders, something about the way Harry talked, the way he smiled, made you trust the words he was saying.
"I was thinking, a baseline in the form of a weekly allowance, something around $5,000 a week." Harry started to explain. Your breath hitched, way more than had anticipated (and way more than you were currently making). "And then anything beyond that can be negotiated based on the rest of our contract. Is that alright?"
"Yeah, yes. That's totally alright." You stammered out. "What does the rest of our contract look like...to you?" Your eyes were now steady on his, awaiting his next answer.
"Well the specifics are completely up to you, but with previous relationships like this, l've had a very adaptable schedule. Whenever you want, you could come over, whether it be here or my office." He continued, his tone staying even. "Sometimes just to talk. Sometimes to spend the night. Sometimes...more."
You nodded. Your eyes staying on his, but your hands fidgeting with each other. "I don't expect anything from you. That is to say, I don't want to pressure you into anything. If there is a physical aspect," He said, choosing his words with care,
"I'd want it to feel mutual. Comfortable. Not something you feel obligated to provide because of the allowance."
"I'd be comfortable with that." You replied. "I'd like to outline what that might look like, what we're both comfortable with, if that's okay with you."
"That sounds perfect." Harry stood up and walked around the corner of the living room. You craned your head and furrowed your eyebrows, confused on what he was doing.
He came back with some pieces of paper and a pen. "This won't be our final contract, of course, but it can give a good idea of where we both stand before typing it out."
He sat back down, this time a little closer to you. "So, let's talk sex." You chuckled at his successful attempt to lighten the somewhat tense mood. "What are you into?"
"I am very open, I haven't...I'm not that experienced, when it comes to very kinky things... but I definitely want to expand my horizons." You cringed a bit at the wording you just used, but you wanted to be honest.
"You're not-You've had.." You watched Harry become flustered for the first time. "I don't mean to pry, but... You have had sex before...Right?"
It was your time to chuckle at his stammering.
"Yes, I have. Just not with anyone who was willing to match what I wanted."
Harry gained his composure, visibly turned on by your words. Harry's mouth curved into something softer, slower. "That's good to know, He said, voice a touch lower. "Matching matters."
He uncapped the pen and glanced down at the paper. "Let's keep it simple. We can always revise." He drew a line down the page, splitting it neatly in two. At the top of one column, He wrote
'Comfortable': On the other, 'Maybe / With Time'
"This isn't a test." He added, sensing your hesitation. "There are no wrong answers." You nodded, watching the pen move, the scrape of ink against paper suddenly loud in the quiet room.
"Affection." He said first, looking up at you. "Outside of sex…holding hands, touching, sleeping in the same bed."
You exhaled. "I like that. All of it."
He wrote it down in the first column without comment.
"Kissing?" he asked.
"Yes." You said immediately, then smiled. "Very much yes."
He smiled, another mark in the first column.
"Privacy," He said. "Discretion is nonnegotiable for me. No photos. No sharing details with friends."
"I'm okay with that." You replied. "I'd want the same." He nodded and underlined it once.
When it was your turn to ask, your voice was steadier than you expected. "What about exclusivity?" Harry stilled, pen hovering just above the page. He didn't look at you right away.
"Sexually?" He asked.
You nodded.
"Yes." He said after a moment. "I prefer that. To avoid us catching anything." Something in his answer felt careful, not possessive. You watched him write it down, neat and deliberate.
"And..emotionally?" you asked, quieter now.
He glanced up at you then, something unreadable flickering across his expression again.
"I don't really date around that way, so it's up to you if you want to seek something like that, outside of this."
You nodded, eyes staying on his. "I just want to be open about things like that...knowing where we both stand."
He smiled at that, appreciative. "Then let's put that in writing." Harry set the pen down and slid the paper slightly closer to you. "Is there anything you want to add? Anything you don't see here?"
You scanned the list, then looked up at him. "Just one thing."
"Yes?"
"I want the ability to say stop. At any point. Without it being awkward"
His answer was immediate. "Always." He wrote it in larger letters than the rest.
"This," He said quietly, tapping the page, "is a good start." He gathered the papers, stacking them neatly. "I'll have this typed up, more formally. We'll review it together before anything begins."
The room felt different now, like the air itself had shifted. For the first time, despite the extremely foreign circumstances, you felt the most comfortable in a stranger's home. Harry was the first to break the silence.
"Do you want more water?" He asked easily, like you were now friends "Or-" He gestured vaguely toward the kitchen. "I've got wine, if you'd prefer."
The casualness of the offer grounded you.
"Wine sounds good, only a little though, thank you."
He nodded. You watched him move without meaning to, his confident stride across the room, sleeves pushed up slightly, to show off his arms.
While he was gone, you stood. You hadn't realized how tense your body had been until you stretched, rolling your shoulders back, exhaling slowly. You drifted toward the large window overlooking the city. Outside, the light was fading.
The world carried on as if nothing just happened.
You rested your forehead lightly against the cool glass.
Harry returned, wine in hand, eyes flicking to you like he was taking stock.
"If you're trying to decide whether this was a mistake," He said lightly, offering the glass, "you don't look like someone regretting anything."
You looked back at him. "It's strange," You said softly. "I thought I'd feel nervous right now. But I don't." You took a sip, eyes still on him. "You're very...normal about all of this."
He leaned against the back of the couch, folding his arms loosely. "Is that disappointing?"
"No," You said quickly. "It's just refreshing. I expected this to feel more...transactional."
He hummed thoughtfully. "I find things work better when people feel like people.”
Something about the way he said it made your stomach flutter, it seemed he had a way with words (and a very attractive voice to say them with).
You moved back toward the couch but didn't sit right away, instead hovering near it, fingers brushing the fabric absently.
"It scares me a little, being so comfortable with a complete stranger" You added.
"That makes sense." He said. "Feeling safe can be disarming. Especially when you weren't expecting to."
You sank onto the couch, finally allowing yourself to get comfortable. Harry sat next to you.
"I want you to know," He said, voice low but steady, "nothing about today obligates you to anything. Not tomorrow. Not next week. If you wake up and decide this isn't for you, that's okay."
"Thank you," You looked down at your glass, swirling around the wine you had left. 'You're very good at this...have you done it a lot before?'
You both chuckled at the compliment. "A couple times, yeah. You become comfortable very quickly."
You studied his face as he talked, he had very beautiful, bright, eyes. The first signs of aging started to dawn on his face, light smile lines forming around his mouth. His brown curls, sometimes fell down his forehead before he would push them away.
"Why do this? Why not a relationship?" You blurted the question out before you could even think about it. "I-I'm sorry..l shouldn't have said that...I-"
"No," He chuckled at your sudden nervousness.
"It's a good question."
He paused for a moment, his demeanor was still light. "It's hard...in this field, in my field. To find someone who is able to...understand it.' His answer was quite vague, you almost didn't understand it. His voice got quieter. "And I just prefer it this way."
You nodded your head, choosing not to pry anymore. You looked down at your glass, swirling the wine lightly again. The conversation had shifted from contract and rules to something personal. Harry's gaze lingered on you, not impatient, not expectant, just...there.
When your eyes met his again, he was now studying your face, particularly your lips. His head lightly tilted, your eyes darted between his eyes and mouth.
"I don't want you to feel pressured...especially not before our contract-"
You let your body fully lean in, your lips melding together.
"We don't have to wait.." You murmured against his lips, a little breathless. "If that's okay."
His eyes stared into yours again, he cleared his throat. Was he nervous again? "You say the word and we'll stop, or readjust, whatever you want...just say the word."
You nodded and the two of you didn't waste any more time, mouths joining each other again.
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