Touched [H.S.]

Rough I

Word Count: 6.4k
Kinks: degradation, rough sex, hair pulling, overstimulation

Hi guys! I give you Rough I, also affectionately known as Golfrry :) (this is the first part of a series)

Sorry it took so long, these one-shots are getting longer and longer. This one is coming in at  a little over 6,000 words. I know I don't really use face claims for my one shots but since this is a series and I've been watching a lot of Euphoria, this one's face claim is Sydney Sweeney. And Harry is LHH.

Also just a little warning, this one-shot's main kink is degradation so it may be triggering to some (I've also been on a major Boston kick lately so I've taken some inspiration from that). If that is not you thing, please do not go any further! For those of you that do read it, I hope you enjoy!

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Love you babies!

Bx

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Beep beep beep beep

I groaned as the shrill sound of my alarm pulled me from a deep sleep. Shooting my hand out to my nightstand, I looked at the time before snoozing the alarm and pulling the covers back over my head.

6 am...fucking early-ass tee time.

Why I agreed to play golf with my dad and his colleagues at 7:30 on a Saturday, I'll never know. Don't get me wrong, I loved to golf. I had been playing since I was a child. However, getting up at the crack of dawn to hang out with a bunch of 60-something lawyers while they talked about their trust funds and stock market trends was not my idea of fun. But it made my dad happy and they always played on the nicest courses around so I suppose it could be worse.

When my alarm started sounding for the second time, I switched it off and dragged my ass out of bed, heading to my bathroom for a quick shower before throwing on my clothes. I checked out my appearance in the mirror real quick. I had on a short, black skort and a tight, white tank, my thick blonde hair pulled back into a high ponytail. The thought momentarily crossed my mind to put on something a little more conservative but it was going to be a hot day and I didn't really feel like changing at this point. Oh well, maybe it will distract those old men enough that they'll shoot above par.

Grabbing my purse and car keys, I loaded my clubs in the back of my Range Rover before heading out. The drive to the country club was short and I took in the gorgeous scenery as I pulled into the parking lot. The grounds were absolutely immaculate. Pulling under the portico in front of the building, I hopped out, watching as the valet carefully removed my clubs.

"I'll take care of your clubs, miss. They will be waiting for you at the teeing ground." the valet said with a smile.

"Thank you." I said warmly, handing him the keys and a crisp 20 dollar bill, before turning and heading into the clubhouse. I walked quickly through the foyer and into the large atrium of the country club. I looked around in awe at the size of this place. The atrium was two stories tall with arches and pillars all around. Looking up, I took in the exposed wood beams and the grand chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Golden rays of sun poured in through the skylights, flooding the entire room with light and warmth.

I waved when I spotted my dad and his colleagues, making my way across the room to the group of older men.

"Hi, dad!" I said cheerfully, giving him a hug and a peck on the cheek.