sugar (part one)
summary: harry is y/n’s sugar daddy and she’s kind of hiding a teeny tiny secret from him
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warnings: smut, age gap, sugar daddy h!
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Harry could honestly compare this experience to heaven.
Not a lot of things have felt like this and he’s not sure whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing. The girl on top of him now is making his head spin. He’s grabbing onto her waist, pulling her down on him as far as he can. He’s never felt this good. And maybe he’s being dramatic, but if that’s what this is, then he’s so fucking dramatic.
He can tell by the way she’s slowing down that she’s close. And this is usually the time that he steps in, but when he tried to turn them over, she pushed his shoulders down.
“I’ve got you.” Then, she leaned down to press her mouth to his chest. Several times. He was trying to keep his eyes open just to see her finish herself off, but how could he when she’s making him feel like this?
“Baby, please let me.” He could feel that she was marking up his skin, but he didn’t care. If anything, he wanted the marks there. And she’s making just the prettiest noises above him. He won’t be able to take much more. He just wants to make sure she finishes off first. But she won’t let him.
And then she came. Just like that. Weakening in his hold and laying on his chest. He grabbed onto her hips and started thrusting up into her in order to get himself there. She hurried to grab onto his shoulders while moaning into his ear.
He could stay here all day. Here with her holding him and being inside her. There’s nothing like it. But he has to get ready for work in twenty minutes. She stayed over last night and woke him up with her mouth wrapped around his cock. He couldn’t ask for a better way to start the day. It just escalated from there. It always does.
And just thinking about that is what got him to his end. As he caught his breath, she kissed his cheeks and his jaw and brushed her fingers through his hair. She was so doting during times like these. That’s what made him like her so much. She could be saying the filthiest shit one second and then the next she’s making sure he’s okay and kissing him.
“Let’s shower.” And then she was pulling off of him and making her way to the bathroom. He couldn't move for a second. He didn't want to. She's always so quick to make her way to the shower afterwards. He just wants a few minutes to come down and maybe dote on her once in a while. She allows it sometimes, but other times she’s really not into it. And he respects that. That's why he rolled out of bed as soon as the shower came on and made his way to her. Maybe she'll let him wash her this time.
He stepped in behind her, immediately wrapping his arms around her waist and laying his head on her shoulder. Her hair was already wet from being in here a bit before him. He moved her hair to the side and nipped her neck a few times, making her pull out of his arms.
"No marks," He was used to her saying that. She'd never let him leave any marks on her neck. Pretty much anywhere else on her body, sure, but not the neck. "I'm going out with the girls tonight and I'm wearing a dress." She sent him a smirk over her shoulder before grabbing the bodywash of hers that he keeps in his shower.
She always lathered him up in it and washed his hair with her shampoo. He likes to smell like her throughout the day and he told her that much. That's why she does it.
"Do you need a little extra cash then?" He asked right before she started rinsing his hair. He waited until all the soap was off of him before raising his eyebrows at her in question.
(Y/N) liked to go out all nights of the week. Well, the ones she doesn't spend with him. She was a massive party girl and he doesn't mind too much because she's still spending four out of seven nights with him, in his bed, under his arm. So, he's got nothing to worry about. He's got plenty actually, he just doesn't like to think much about it.
"What did you say?" He wanted to roll his eyes because he knows she heard him. She does this all the time. Pretends that she didn't hear him so he'll have to say it again and he won't forget about offering her extra money to have fun on her nights out.
He didn't answer right away, he grabbed the body wash and waved her over so he could return the favor. (Y/N) often got really handsy when he'd do this. Affectionate would be the more appropriate word. He thinks she just likes being pampered and taken care of. He doesn't mind at all.
"Just so you're comfortable," He always made a point to make sure she was comfortable and wouldn't be short on money. She has expensive tastes and he knows that more than anyone. "I could give you my card." That's what got her to wrap her arms around his neck and press her soapy body to his. He didn't mind. He'd let her do whatever she wanted, whenever.
"You'd really do that?" She pressed her mouth to his cheek before meeting his eyes again. He nodded, wrapping his arms back around her.
"Anything. Not over ten, got me?" He's had to scold her before. The last time he gave her his card, she spent over $40,000 at the shops. She tried to justify it by saying she needed one of every color of the bags there. And he got a call from his bank asking him to verify the purchase after the fact. Of course, she made up for it with some mind-blowing sex and apologized about a hundred times. He knows she wasn't sorry and he wasn't really upset with her. It's just a game they play. She's a brat that gets whatever she wants and he has to keep her in check.
“I promise.” She pressed her mouth to his for only a few seconds before rinsing off. They finished up and went to get dressed. He’s really got to hurry if he wants to make it to work on time, but with (Y/N) walking around with this light blue lace set, how can he? He just wants to take her back to bed. But he tried to ignore that and finished tying his tie.
She was in this nice and tight velour dress showing off every one of her curves as she was drying her hair with his hair dryer. She must be going shopping in a bit. When she was finished with her hair and makeup, he walked in after her and started to fix his hair.
“What are your plans for today?” She hummed while fluffing her hair.
“Brunch in a few hours, but I’ve got an appointment today.” He raised his eyebrows, but she didn’t look back.
“Is everything okay?” He got his hair to sit the way he likes before glancing to her. She looked unbothered, so it must not be anything serious. Plus, she hadn’t mentioned anything to him either. And they try to be painfully honest with each other.
“Yeah. Just changing birth control.” She shrugged it off like it didn’t matter, but he had tons of questions. Why all of a sudden? Is it something he did?
“Why?” She finally turned to him, looking over his outfit and then grinning.
“I’m not dying. I just don’t like how this one makes me feel is all.” She pressed her now peach colored lips to his cheek before moving around him to get back to his bedroom.
“Well, let me know how it goes.” Speaking of birth control. There’s been something he’s wanted to ask her, but it’ll have to wait until she switches and uses it consistently. Then he’ll ask that.
She shot him a smile before grabbing her purse from the floor. They kind of got here in a rush last night and dropped everything in a desperate attempt to get in bed together. He’s never fucked anyone like he’s fucked (Y/N). And that must mean something.
He made his coffee to go while she sat at the island on her phone. He knows she has tons of friends, but he’s never really met any of them. He’s seen them from a distance and waved, but (Y/N)’s not really one to share things unless you keep pushing her. But he doesn’t want to force anything on her. If she’s not ready for him to meet her friends, that’s fine.
“Hey, H. I probably won’t be over tonight unless it’s really late and I don’t want to wake you, so I’ll just go home.” Home. The three million dollar apartment that’s in his name on the Upper West Side. He lives down in Greenwich, which is only a twenty minute drive, but still he’d rather her be with him at all times.
“Okay. Well, let me know when you get in safe, alright?” He was gathering his things to leave, knowing she would lock up when he leaves. She has her own key. It’s just easier that way.
She hurried to get up and kiss him goodbye. Her arms came around his neck and the kiss quickly became heated. She was sucking on his tongue while he moved his hands over the soft fabric of her dress down to her ass. He’s positive she’s not wearing underwear and that makes him a little hot in face. She does that on purpose. She likes to keep him guessing.
“Have a good day,” She pulled herself away, rubbing her thumbs against the sides of his neck. “If you need me, text me. I’ll be out all day though, so we’ll probably talk tomorrow, okay?” He nodded, squeezing at her once more before letting her go.
“Can’t wait. Have a nice time, pet.” He was about to walk to the door, but she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt to keep him to her.
“Forgetting something?” She tilted her head before holding out her hand. He pulled out his wallet and handed her the black card that might as well have her name on it. She grinned and slipped it down the front of her dress. “There’s a new Chanel.” He rolled his eyes.
“(Y/N).”
“Please? Just one,” She pouted her lips, something she knew he couldn’t resist. He groaned while she made a whining sound. “Pretty please?”
“Fine. If the bank calls me again, your ass is mine.” She chuckled before pressing another kiss to his mouth.
“They won’t. Promise. Run along though. You’ll be late if you stay any longer and try to scold me.” He took her advice and grabbed his shit before saying one last goodbye. Once again, she got exactly what she wanted. He's the one that made her this way, so it’s not really her fault.
He really can’t wait until tomorrow. Tonight will be just another lonely night. Like before he met her and he hates that so much. He’s so thankful for (Y/N) and she couldn’t have come to him at a better time.
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(Y/N) hopes with a little extra love, Harry won’t be so mad about his bank statement after she’s finished. She told him she was just buying the new Chanel bag. But after she took her girlfriends to brunch and paid for their mimosas, they went out to shop. Tiffany is what really got her. But she knows all will be forgiven once he sees what she got. It was custom made, so of course it cost upwards of $10,000. But that’s fine. It was fine until her friends dragged her into an uppity lingerie store and how could she resist? It’s more for him anyway. So, she doesn’t think too much about the couple grand she spent there.
By the time dinner time rolled around, she knew he must have gotten some kind of notification from the bank because he sent her a text with just three words. Three words she’s very familiar with.
You don’t listen.
That means she’ll be spending all of tomorrow with an achy jaw. She rolled her eyes at the thought before locking her phone. She knows he’s not mad at her. He could never be. And that’s why he’s so easy.
They met almost a year ago. In a fancy wine bar and he immediately swept her off her feet. It quickly became more of an arranged thing. She was in school then, but once he told her he could give her the lifestyle she desired, she was quick to jump ship. He’s got about fifteen years on her, but she doesn’t mind at all. He’s sexy and very polite.
He just doesn’t make her orgasm.
And she wants to tell him, but she fears his feelings will be so deeply hurt that he may never speak to her again. So, she fakes it. She feels terrible every time, but something’s just not getting her there. He doesn’t spend nearly enough time with his head between her thighs, so maybe that’s it. He wants to, she just doesn’t let him. The second he starts actually getting her off is when she’ll have to leave him. She would definitely get attached and she doesn’t want that. So, she’ll just keep him at a distance and know him as the man who can’t fuck her right. He could if she told him how, but she won't. She doesn't need this to get more complicated than it already is.
She went to her appointment this morning and got her birth control switched. She had just been feeling nauseous lately and her periods were tough, so she decided a switch might be the best idea. So, in the next few weeks she hopes everything will be straightened out.
Her friends Rochelle, Melissa, and Trina were at the club with her. They were standing near the bar, knowing they wouldn't be paying for drinks tonight anyway. She only took Harry's card because he offered, she'd never actually ask him for it. She's a bit money hungry, but not like that. She knew that someone would pay for her drinks and she didn't necessarily need it to be Harry.
They all wanted top shelf drinks, so she paid for a round, just to get them loose enough to go out into the crowd and find someone's tab to work for the rest of the night. They've done it several times and it never fails. And it didn't take long at all for some guy to be all over her in the crowd. She let him touch all over her and rub against her while forcing herself to keep the grimace off of her face. He was good looking, but she's not in the mood to go home with someone right now. She just wants to go home and sleep in her own bed for once.
Harry has no idea that she's not exactly faithful, but they're not exclusive like that. He's not really her boyfriend. No. Nothing like that. He's just the man that paid off her loan debt and pays for everything else for her. That's it. They made an agreement and sometimes she feels like he forgets where they stand. She's told him a few times now and always ends up apologizing because of the devastated look on his face. So, she's nice only because she can't handle leaving him with a broken heart.
Not that she's unhappy with him. She's not. He's too sweet for his own good and she doesn't want to leave him, it's just that he can be a little clingy at times and she really didn't sign up for that part. She signed up to keep him company when it's convenient for the both of them and then get compensated for her time. He doesn't even give her an allowance at this point, he just lets her take his card. She's not complaining at all. Never. It's just that things have changed. She really doesn't deserve him, but he doesn't need to know that quite yet. She's certain he'll figure it out soon, but she wants to hold onto him for as long as she can.
She went home with the guy from the dance floor. She's going to hate herself in the morning, but she needs to forget about him. She can't keep imagining how heartbroken he'd be if he knew what she was doing right now. She needed a distraction and this guy was giving. Of course it hurts, but she's trying to separate emotional feelings from Harry because it won't end well for either of them if she doesn't.
And she left there in tears. It was almost four in the morning and he kicked her out after calling her several nasty names and practically shoving her out the door. She told him after making out for a while that she didn’t feel up to it anymore and she guesses he didn’t like that. So, she cried the entire subway ride home. She never takes the train anymore, but tonight she didn't want to bother anyone. She just wanted to be alone. It’s times like this where she knows she's taking Harry for granted, but she can't help it. He'll end up hurt either way, but with this there's a bit of self-preservation, no matter how selfish it is.
By the time she made it to her apartment, it was nearing daylight. She'd cried everything she had. But it was a Saturday and her and Harry usually got a late breakfast and did something like taking walks at the pier or the park. Right now she just wants to sulk, but he won’t have that. He has the key to her apartment, it's not like she can just ignore him.
She climbed into bed, not bothering to change out of her clothes or clean her messy makeup. She just wants to sit here and have the earth swallow her, but that isn’t an option, so she'll stick with not moving for as long as she can. Eventually her eyes shut from complete exhaustion and she gave in.
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Harry couldn't get a hold of (Y/N) all morning. He panicked only slightly because he hadn't gotten a message from her last night and he stayed up until two in the morning just to see, but it never came though. He surrendered to sleep not long after that, but became only more concerned once he saw she still hadn't messaged him at seven.
So, he got dressed, skipped breakfast, and made his way over to her place. He didn't bother with buzzing her. He has a key. He waved to the doorman and made his way to the elevator. He rushed himself a little bit, just so he could see if she was even home. He heard nothing when he opened the door, so he went back to her bedroom. And what he saw hurt his heart so much.
Her mascara was smudged, so much so that he knew she'd been crying. He's never seen her cry and he hopes he never does. He just wants to know what caused it. She's still in her dress that she must have worn last night. A silver beaded dress that went about mid-thigh. It was beautiful and she must have bought it when he wasn't around because he would have never let her leave if she'd shown him that. He wouldn't let her leave the bedroom, more like.
She still had her heels clipped around her ankles and her hair was a bit of a mess, but he'd never mention that to her. She still looks so beautiful, even with her tear stained cheeks. He just wanted to know what he could do to make it better. He'd do anything.
He sat next to her legs and gently shook her awake. She sat up quickly, her eyes snapping open, just to see him watching her. Her entire body went slack and her eyes closed again. He gave her a second to catch her breath before he spoke up.
"Did something happen last night, love?" She took in a sharp breath and blindly reached out for his hand. He grabbed hers with both of his and squeezed, waiting for her to explain.
She opened her eyes before shaking her head.
"Don't worry about it." She whispered, sitting up and carefully moving around him to get out of bed. She stumbled a bit, so he hurried to grab her and steady her.
"(Y/N). You've been crying. Please. You can tell me anything." He didn't know if it had to do with him or her family or her friends, he just wanted to know what he could do to bring a smile back to her face. Like he said, he'll do anything.
She sighed, letting her shoulders drop.
"Can I freshen up first a little? I promise we can talk once I'm done. I feel…filthy, please." Her eyes watered again and he could see it, so he nodded immediately. Whatever she needed. She shut herself in the bathroom and he sighed, thinking over everything that happened yesterday. He hadn't seen much of her, but he can only assume that something happened at whatever club she went to. He just wants to know whose face he needs to break for making her cry.
He watched his watch for fifteen minutes before she came out in one of the silk robes he bought for her a few weeks ago. Her face was still a little puffy, but he didn't mention it. He just held his arms out for her and she didn't hesitate to melt into him. She put her face directly into his chest and he held her as tightly as he could. He heard her breath catch and he wasn't sure if she was going to cry again or not, but he didn't let go. He'd hold her as long as she needed.
"What can I do, baby? Talk to me." She sniffled and shook her head against his shoulder. She pulled back to look at him and he felt this pain in his chest he's never gotten before in his life. He doesn't want to think too deeply about it, so he ignores it.
"No other boys are as nice as you are, Harry." And she hugged him tightly again. He wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but he guesses some guy was an asshole to her while she was out. Enough to make her cry. And that angered him. He tried to keep his feelings under wraps because he had to worry about making sure she was okay, not taking vengeance on whoever made her sad. He'd do that later. Right now, he's not moving until she wants him to.
“I know, love. Boys are nasty,” He ran his fingers through her damp hair while she snuggled further into him. “What happened?”
“This guy just didn’t know what no meant. He called me all these mean names and…I didn’t even do anything. I just told him no.”
Harry was so nice and comforting. He would do anything to make her feel better and she knew that. But for some reason she was set on betraying him. If he ever found out, he’d drop her and she really doesn’t want to hurt him.
Right now she’s clinging to him because she needs someone to talk to. If it were any other day, a day where she was feeling less guilty and less self-hatred, he would have never seen her like this. But she’s feeling rather bad about herself. And he always knows what to say and he always holds her just the way she needs. Why does she even bother trying to resist him? He’s everything she needs, but she not sure what people will think.
Of course, she’s debated this within herself several times. She would love to pursue something with Harry. She would. But he’s much older than her and she has nothing going for herself. And she doesn’t want to hurt him. He’s rather sensitive and she adores that about him. She just can’t imagine hurting him. Even though she is. Everyday. Unbeknownst to him.
What would her parents think? They have no fucking clue. They just think she has a nice job. What would her friends think? Right now they just think she’s running up all his credit cards and using him for lavish vacations, but unfortunately she has a soft spot for the guy.
Especially on days like today. Where she’s reminded just how lucky she is to know him. How he’s so polite because he just wants to be. He could be an asshole with a huge ego and only want sex the entire time they’re together. But he’s not. He enjoys her company. He’s told her so many times.
She was in bad mood yesterday. She was angry. That’s why she was so annoyed with Harry’s constant checking in and wondering how her day had been through text. He cares for her, she knows, and now she wants it more than anything. His love, his care, his touch. She feels bad for her change in feelings, but it happens often. She supposes she should just talk to him. They vowed to be honest with each other. And she wants to start fresh. But first, she wants him to fuck her. Because she missed him so dearly. How soft and patient he is. Nothing like the man from the club with rough hands and obscene words. So what if she wouldn’t cum. She’s not even concerned with that part. She just wants to be close to him, have him feel good for once.
“Hm. Need me to kill someone?” She shook her head against him, smiling so hard it hurt. She ran her hand down his chest to the top of his pants so he would understand her intentions. “You should always say no when you don’t want something, baby. And it’s not your fault if someone gets mad at you. They’re just being a dick. Next time you tell me who the fuck bothered you and I’ll take care of them.”
“I will. Now kiss me.” She moved quickly to put her legs on either side of his waist and shoved him down on the bed. He grabbed her hips right before she pressed her mouth to his.
He’s positive she just wants to feel better and he’s here for that. It might not have been what this original deal was about, but things have changed. The thumping in his chest is an indication of that.
“Hold on,” He spoke up and she pulled away, scrunching her eyebrows. She tried to kiss him again, but he turned his head. “This might not be a great time, but I wanted to talk to you about something.”
This is probably the easiest way he can work in what he wants to say. Right before they fuck. Because he knows she’ll reach for a condom and he kind of doesn’t want her to. It’s been a year, she just changed her birth control. He doesn’t think he’s asking for too much, but it’s entirely up to her.
“What is it?” She started untying her robe, trying to distract him. And it usually works, but he needs to ask. He hopes it doesn’t ruin the mood.
“I wanna fuck you without a condom.” It wasn’t the best wording in the world, but it just came out of his mouth.
She just blinked at him, obviously not expecting that at all. Of course, he didn’t need an answer now. It didn’t have to be this time, he just wanted her to think about it.
“Harry…”
“Just think about it. Not right now, obviously, but just know that…I’d like to sometime.” He didn’t wait for her to say anything more, he just grabbed her and pulled her back to his mouth. She seemed to forget about what he said before because she jumped right back in and sucked his tongue into her mouth.
“Please. Just fuck me.” She whined, hurrying off his lap and laying on her stomach. She prefers this way, he knows, so he gets up and unbuttons his pants, watching her touch herself while she waits for him. Her back arched and she moaned, causing him to speed up the process of getting his clothes off.
He cursed to himself, getting his shirt over his head before getting behind her on the bed. She didn’t like foreplay much. She never really let him touch her unless they were just starting out and he needs to get her wet, but other than that, nope. And he’d really like to taste her and not from his fingers.
He grabbed her waist, pulling her onto her knees and pressed against her. Feeling just how wet she was, all the way down her thighs. He reached over and grabbed the dreaded condom from the drawer beside her bed and hurried to rip it open. She was pressing back into him repeatedly and he was so hard his patience was running thin. Once he finally got it on, it was easy to slip right into her and from there he fucked her just the way she liked. Her hands were gripping the bed sheets beside her head and he could feel her legs shaking even though he’d been inside her for only seconds at this point.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me, baby. Want it harder?” Her answer to that was always yes and he always delivered. Just not enough for her to reach an orgasm. She really felt bad. Perhaps it was a problem with her and not him. Just as she was going to rub over her clit and give herself real satisfaction, he was grabbing her wrists and holding them hostage behind her back. She didn’t mind it. It only made her eyes roll harder how mean he would get. Not in the way that other guys would. They would be so fucking rude about it, but Harry was always so tender and loving afterwards and he had initially asked her if things like this were okay before they’d ever slept together. So, she knows he only does this because she said he could.
“Harry,” She was close to tears it felt so good. She was hoping this time would be the time. Maybe he should be fucking her raw instead. She really shouldn’t be thinking about that right now. She’s going to be so fucking sore tomorrow with the way he’s holding her arms and the way he’s pounding into her, but she doesn’t care. It almost makes up for the fact that she never finishes. “Please, don’t stop.”
He wouldn’t dream of it. He’d found something to do in marking up her shoulders and back, all while still giving her exactly what she needed. He finally let her arms go and they quickly fanned out beside her to steady herself. He found his own eyes rolling in the back of his head at the sounds she made, how needy she was for him. If that isn’t an ego boost, he doesn’t know what is.
He smacked her on the ass, almost physically seeing her fall apart. He knows she likes that. She likes it until her skin is red and she can barely sit the next day, but that’s not his intention right now. He just wants to see her squirm and shake from his cock alone.
He can tell she’s getting weak, he has to practically hold her up. He feels it too. He’s so fucking close from all her squeezing him and moaning and desperate attempts at breathing normally again. He’s glad he’s the one that makes her feel this way.
“I’m gonna cum, love. Are you almost there?” He can feel it in his stomach. Any second now. That doesn’t mean he stops the rate at which he’s driving into her, it just means he goes faster.
“Yes, I’m right there.” She replied breathlessly. And it wasn’t a lie. She was. She just wouldn’t get close enough to the edge to really cum. It’s kind of sad, but it’s not his fault. Perhaps she’s too much in her head every time they do this.
“Fuck, (Y/N),” And there it is. He’s melting into her back so much that they both are laying flat now. His chest is pressed against her back, his dick still inside her to the hilt, but he’s so glad to have her here like this. “You good?”
That was his way of asking if she came. She hummed a yes, reaching for his hand that was laying beside her head. She pressed a kiss to his thumb and shut her eyes. She’s still throbbing and she bets he can feel it, but he probably thinks it’s the aftershocks.
He went to move and she whined, liking how close they are. She doesn’t mind his weight on top of her. She just wants him nearby. Inside her.
She’s relieved when he obliges, kissing over her shoulder blades lovingly, admiring the marks he’d left with his mouth, while she basks in the feeling of being so full and warm underneath him.
“Want another shower, baby?” She was honestly so close to sleep she didn’t want to move.
“No.” He chuckled at the sleepiness in her tone before pushing himself up on his elbows.
“I’m going to move now, okay?” She whined, but made no other objections as he slid out of her, making her eyes flutter. He feels so good, she can’t understand why she didn’t just cum from that. “I’ll be right back.” She glanced over her shoulder as he walked to her bathroom and shut the door. She smiled to herself before turning over. She’s not sure she’ll be able to keep her hands off of him once he gets back. That’s the way it is every time because she never got a release. Maybe he’ll let her suck him off before he inevitably takes her to get something to eat. She forgot how early it still is. She’s surprised the neighbors didn’t complain. They have before.
She did go down the hall to the other bathroom to freshen up after tying the robe back on. She had half a mind to finish the job right there, but she didn’t want to do that. One day she’d tell Harry how to fuck her like she needs, but for right now, she’ll just torture herself a little longer. Maybe she deserves it.
She hurried back to the bed as Harry came out of the bathroom in just a towel. She wanted him again, of course. How couldn’t she? She just crossed her legs and tried not to smile at him as he slipped back into his pants and pulled his shirt over his head. How was she ever supposed to resist him?
“Are you hungry?” He sat at the foot of the bed to put his shoes on. She traced her foot along his back, feeling the muscles there shift every time he moved. He really was in shape. It was almost sickening. He reached back and grabbed her foot. “I’ll take you to breakfast if you want.”
He didn’t get a response, he just got her clinging to his back with her legs on either side of him. He didn’t know what he did to deserve her kissing his neck, but he’s not going to question it.
“Thank you for coming and making me feel better. You’re so sweet to me.” His head tilted at the feeling of her lips on his neck and he hummed. There’s no place he’d rather be.
“You don’t have to thank me, (Y/N). I care about you, of course I’m going to do anything I can to make you feel better. Now where would you like to eat?”
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This could have three parts and maaaybe the other two are already completed but idk :D
