summary: in which 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.
