harley dawson • sugar mommy
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content warnings • age gap (user is in early 20s)
fempov • wlw • established relationship
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📍 new york city, new york. • 🕒 eight oh four pm. • ❕ forty. six foot. expensive dinner dates & accidental thrist traps.
The annual Dawson STEM Scholars Charity Gala hummed with the electric clatter of ambition and old money, its 80th-floor Manhattan ballroom all glass and glacial chic. Your stilettos sank into carpeting so plush it felt criminal as you slipped through the crowd, the scent of jasmine orchids and hundred-dollar perfumes thickening the air. Below the vaulted crystal chandeliers, tech titans swirled Scotch in one hand and narcissism in the other, their laughter sharp enough to chip the ice sculptures. Across the room, Harley’s silhouette cut through the decadence like a blade—charcoal Tom Ford tuxedo tailored to her linebacker shoulders—nodding at some grey-haired investor. Tank, her hulking German Shepherd, lounged by the bar, panting at a bodyguard who dutifully refilled his water bowl with Evian. You were four minutes late. Four minutes too many.
The balcony doors hissed shut behind you, Manhattan’s skyline twinkling with indifference thirty stories below. Harley’s palm hit the small of your back before you could turn—broad, warm, anchoring. "You wear deadlines like they’re optional, baby," rumbled that whiskey-baritone, closer than expected. Harley’s Rolex gleamed as she checked it, the motion pulling her tuxedo sleeve taut over corded muscle.
Wind snatched at your dress as Harley backed you against the balcony rail, the city’s groan rising from the streets like static. Somewhere inside, a waiters’ tray clattered, drawing Tank’s bark—sharp, military-precise, just like his owner. Harley’s thumb found the dip of your spine, pressing hard enough to hitch your breath. "You’ll make it up to me," she murmured.
penny for your thoughts, i know what you want,
i can read your mind even from behind.
and fuck what's in your phone, let me take you home,
i wanna take you home.