ginger ale (sugar daddy h)

extra: mia likes harry's mustache

"You okay?"

Mia swallows harshly before shrugging her shoulders, attempting to seem unaffected by her boyfriend's newly developed facial hair. Truthfully, she never had a thing for mustaches, but once Harry made the decision to let it grow during his time off over the holidays — well, it was safe to say Mia was discovering new parts of herself.

"Mhm," she nods, crossing her sweatpant-clad legs.

"Are you sure?" He presses with a teasing grin. "Seems like you're squeezing your thighs pretty hard over there."

She rolls her eyes, though she can't help the warm blush that flowers over her cheeks. Unfortunately, in the few months that she's been dating Harry, she's realized that there's nothing — and she means nothing — gets past his all-too aware demeanor.

"'m fine," she mutters as she crosses her arms over her chest, "Are you gonna like... shave that soon?"

He raises his fingertips to brush over the hair before shrugging lightly, "Dunno. I was just trying it out. Why, do you hate it?"

"No."

"No?"

"No, I don't hate it."

He chuckles, "Do you like it?"

"Yeah. It's cute."

"You think my mustache is cute, baby?"

She huffs and resists the urge to bury her face into one of Harry's ridiculously fluffy pillows.

"It's hot, okay?"

He barks out a laugh and sits down next to her on the couch.

"Interesting," he murmurs, trailing deft fingertips over the inside of her thigh, "Would you wanna ride it?"

Mia snorts. "Only if I can pin you down."

"Deal."