Harry is a menace.
He's always charged up sexually, ready to take Mia at any given moment. But the fact that they're at a charity event, some president of somethingdroning on and on into the microphone on stage while his fingers dance between her thighs under the table, makes her stiffen immediately.
She sends him a wide-eyed glare, shaking her head curtly. No, she mouths.
That doesn't stop him. Of course it doesn't. The only thing that will is her saying her safe word and, as long as she doesn't...
They're shoulder to shoulder as he plucks the width of her thong, moving it to the crease of her thigh. Gently, he smooths his fingers over her lips, making Mia swallow harshly from the soothing touches. When the crowd begins to applaud whatever it is that was just said, he uses his middle and pointer fingers to part her lips, revealing her swollen clit.
"There's people," Mia whispers, leaning over to brush her lips up against the shell of his ear. He scoffs quietly, using the pad of his finger to draw light, loose circles over the nerves. She breathes in harshly.
"I don't care. Let them watch," he mutters back. The clapping begins to quiet, but not before Harry issues a harsh slap to her clit. An involuntary whimper falls from her lips and he coughs quickly, covering up the quiet, high-pitched noise. He withdraws his hand from her to add a few claps, grinning at those around them as Mia's face gradually continues to redden.
It's only then that Mia's jaw might as well have dropped to the floor, when the president steps closer to the microphone once more: "And with that, we welcome one of our most generous donors to the stage, Mr. Harry Styles!"
Harry smirks down at his girl when the applauding starts up again, and he stands up to make his speech.
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ginger ale (sugar daddy h)
Fanfictionharry is looking for a sugar baby. (maybe.) mia wants harry to be her sugar daddy. (maybe.)