ginger ale (sugar daddy h)

extra: the punishment*

content warnings: smut ! (spanking, dirty talk, harry being a mean dom, ruined orgasm, breeding kink, light bondage, spitting)

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Mia can be a brat.

Harry knows this — it's not a new revelation, and he probably realized it the first time they met when she fired back sarcastic comments about him having a bad dating profile.

(In hindsight, she was absolute right, as she is about many things, but he'll never admit that. At least not for right now.)

They've only been seeing each other for around two months and properly dating for one, but Mia is a creature of habit and he's gotten to know her quite well. She's always cranky after a late afternoon or evening class, she gets a headache when she's hungry, if she drinks more than three glasses of wine without any water in between, she's ending the night with her head in the toilet.

Harry doesn't mind any of these things — he's actually really enjoyed getting to learn the things that make her her, and even if he's holding her hair back with her knees pressing into the heated floors of his bathroom, he adores her.

He really, really adores her.

That's why he's all but clamoring into her apartment, eyes wide with concern, his fist rapidly hitting the wood — because while she was waiting for him to come over, his pretty, lovely Mia is walking around in nothing but a baby tee and a slinky pair of white underwear, and he can see her straight through her window.

Harry considers himself to be well-versed on the threat of violence against women, so he's immediately pounding on the door, demanding she open it. When she does, she swings it open with a look of confusion, still in the same scraps of fabric that barely cover her body. He hisses out and nearly pushes her through the doorframe, slamming it behind them.

"Mi, your fucking curtains are open," he sneers, brushing past her and straight to her living room. He grabs the fabric and pulls them closed, a scowl on his face when he turns around to look at her.

She's standing behind him with her arms crossed, tucked under her breasts just enough to push them up.

"Okay," Mia replies with a shrug, "Are you done?"

Harry furrows his eyebrows, a crease forming between them as he glances back at her now covered window. Is he hallucinating? Why isn't she concerned?

"What are you talking about? Mia, someone could have seen you—"

"Yeah, you did."

"Exactly, but it could've been someone more dangerous than me and you could've gotten hurt—"

"But I didn't."

He huffs in annoyance and steps closer to her, trying to read her expression through his own squinted eyes.

"No, you didn't. But I don't want you prancing around your house with the windows open so some weird perv can watch you. Especially when you're wearing... that."

Mia tilts her head to the side, her lips slightly pursed. "Wearing... what? My pajamas?"

"Those aren't your pajamas, Mia."

He's growing increasingly frustrated with her, not understanding why she's fighting him on every little thing, even if it doesn't make sense.

And then it clicks.

She's doing it on purpose.

She wants to be punished.

"I don't get why you're being so conservative," Mia says with a roll of her eyes, "Maybe if my boyfriend actually paid attention to me, I wouldn't have to try to get it from weird pervs."