Sweet Escapes! [h.s.]

- trophy boy -

explicit content warning: rough sex, breeding kink, daddy and sir kink, unprotected sex, degrading (lowkey humiliation kink?) choking, spitting, edging, consensual filming, minor pegging, oral sex, switchrry, squirting

context: Ivory Jade (27) has known Harry (29) her entire life. From childhood best friends to his secret lover, she's never been too far from the golden boy when it came to nights where the industry decorated him in their most prestigious recognitions. The Grammys was no exception, especially their own celebration after sharing him with the world.

word count: 11, 601 words

this is probably the most intense and lengthiest smut i've ever written so far... i love u and enjoyyyy ;)
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For someone like my Harry, lights, glitz and glamor was his kryptonite. He emulated it from within, the diamonds that embellished his body only glorifying him like a god waiting to be worshiped.

It'd been like this for as long as I can remember. Our entire lives we walked opposite paths, but somehow always met in the middle whenever the sun and moon drowned the curse set upon them to never seal their love by permitting them to sail together from the start, just like it was always meant to be.

From being my best friend from the moment I took my first breath to the only man I swore my devoted love to nearly two and a half decades later, Harry and I's love has never waned away through every trial and tribulation bestowed on our merged passage.

In terms of our public relationship, we mutually agreed from the start we'd do the impossible to protect it from the media's harm, even if that meant we'd limit our public outings as a pair and would try to hold stunt relationships if necessary to steer the lenses away from our actual linkups.

Our communication throughout the entire process has been key and we've been blessed enough to know each other's ticks and tell if something is remotely off about one another. Thankfully, there's never been an issue with our consensus. If anything, having this little secret to ourselves has fortified our trust in one another and makes us feel safer in each other's presence.

I've never felt an ounce of jealousy from any leaks to the press of his rehearsed affections to fool the public, especially when I knew I'd be rewarded with twice as much of it the moment he came back to me to our humble abode.

In retrospect, I've never been invested in social media to begin with. Much like our closest friends, we choose to scrapbook the gatherings we did have snapped right in the moment and safekeeping them to bask in the memories we once shared as a whole.

For the first time since we began privately dating, Harry and I are both publicly single. It set off some alarms when hell broke loose with our fake partners after some contract stipulations were violated and we thought it was best to end it before it tainted our image more than it had already by being linked to them.

"Ives, we got thirty minutes until our ride's here." I heard him from the main living space in the lush Vegas suite, the night sky sparkling on the tiled floor and glistening over my diamond dripping skin.

Red carpets and flashing lights weren't my cup of tea, a borderline panic attack after a charity red carpet event being the cause of my avoidance. It was Harry's suggestion I watched with his team from the sidelines, the possibility of watching him in his element by being praised the way I knew shot euphoria through his bloodstream making me more excited than the actual idea of being plastered on the front cover of a magazine with my name being dragged through the trenches.