#adding one in your head keeps you humble

[21st-century-minutiae]

The contradiction between zero indexing and one indexing is a common problem that has irritated mankind for a long time. Different cultures, languages, and scenarios lead to one being more intuitive than the others, and you can easily run into contradictions and off-by-one errors.

The english word 'first' means 'nothing before it. So, descriptively, the 'first century of the common era' would be the years 1 C.E. through 100 C.E., as these are the first hundred years of the common era (there is no year 0 by common reckoning). The 'second century' would be the years 101 through 200. And the third would be 201-300.

This pattern, while understandable when starting at the beginning, leads to issues when one tries to take the intuitive shortcut of dividing a year by 100 and rounding down. So, one might mistakenly consider the year 1990 to be part of the 19th century, when it is actually part of the 20th century, as there were 19 full centuries before it.

This in turn leads to the even more prevalent erroneous 'correction' where the century comes from erasing the last two digits of a year and adding one. By that reckoning, the year 1700 is part of the 18th century. Rather, the year 1700 is the final year of the 17th century. December 31, 1700 was the final day in which there were 16 full centuries before it within the common era, so it is demarcated as the 17th century, not the 18th. Just the year 2000 was part of the second millenia (of the common era), not the third, while the year 2001 was the first year of the third millenia.

People who are aware of the first issue will often fall prey to the second. And the situation remains frustrating for people who do know the match always having to double check themselves.

People in the early twenty-first century DO know all of this (though they might have forgotten about the 1700 = seventeenth century thing since it is much less frequent), but they are likely to be annoyed by it. Using zero indexing instead would allow people to say Century 19 to refer to the years starting with 19, but people would not be interested in changing the language, and there is still the issue with the lack of a year zero, meaning century zero would only have 99 years in it.

i hate hate hate that the “NINEteenth century” is talking about the EIGHTEEN hundreds. i know why this happens mathematically and stuff. but isn’t it just so fucked up? doesn’t it feel so wrong? dont you have to fight with your brain to reconcile the difference? is this not a sign of humanity’s eternal despair?

[rosemaryhoney27]

Gotham's sunshine child part 4

“No One Tells the Sunshine Kid Anything”

Danny Fenton prided himself on being unflappable.

He had died once. Literally. Been half-ghost for years. He could walk through walls, disappear, fly, and fight beings made of fire, rage, or raw existential dread. He had babysat Ellie, his chaos clone-little-sister, through her “I can fly and you can’t stop me” phase.

But nothing—nothing—prepared him for the sight of his own face plastered across the top of an official-looking document on Bruce Wayne’s desk, next to the words:

“Adoption Petition: Daniel James Fenton.”

He stared at it.

Then stared at Bruce.

Then back at it.

Then he panicked.

“You—you can’t just adopt me!” Danny yelped, his voice cracking spectacularly.

Bruce blinked up at him from his desk with the calm of a man who had faced both clowns and demigods before breakfast. “Technically, I can.”

Danny looked like he might faint. “Wh—why would you—? I’m not—You’re a Wayne! I’m not a Wayne! I’m barely a Fenton! I eat cold pizza off library radiators and wear socks that don’t match! I have a hoodie made of duct tape!”

Tim leaned in from the doorway, sipping coffee. “That hoodie has structural integrity, man. Honestly, I’m impressed.”

Danny pointed at him with wide, betrayed eyes. “You knew?!”

Tim shrugged. “I helped with the paperwork.”

“TRAITOR!”

Bruce held up a hand. Calm. Gentle. Fatherly.

“Danny,” he said. “This doesn’t have to be anything more than what you want. You’d have a roof over your head. Legal protection. Access to our resources—”

“I phase through roofs. I don’t need a roof!”

“Then think of it as a...very big ceiling with heating.”

“That’s worse!”

Alfred arrived mid-meltdown with tea and what he claimed were “emotion-calming biscuits.” Danny took three. Out of spite.

“I don’t need to be adopted!” he snapped, halfway through a butter cookie. “I’m fine!”

Jason walked past the study, heard that, and turned on his heel.

“No, you’re not,” he said, stepping into the room. “You fell asleep outside last week because you gave your blanket to a stray dog.”

“The dog was cold!”

“You were shivering in a bush!”

“...It was a warm bush.”

Jason just stared at him.

Dick flopped in through the window upside down.

“We’re not doing this because we think you’re helpless,” he said, casual as a cat. “We’re doing it because Gotham chose you, and so did we.”

Danny looked between all of them. “…You conspired.”

“Yup,” Damian said, finally entering with a folder. “Here are the signed statements from three soup kitchens, a youth center, one angry barista, and a biker gang requesting your formal protection and adoption. The barista threatened to withhold caffeine from Father if he did not comply.”

“I—what?!”

“They also gave me a sticker,” Damian added, pinning a “SUNSHINE CHILD DEFENSE SQUAD” badge to his tunic.

Danny’s eye twitched. “I’m going to implode.”

“Already did once,” Tim muttered.

“YOU’RE NOT HELPING.”

Danny sulked on the couch for two hours with a cat in his lap and five Wayne kids hovering around him like worried bees.

He didn’t leave.

Eventually, Bruce sat beside him with quiet patience and said, “You don’t have to be alone, Danny.”

Danny stared at his mismatched socks.

“…I don’t know how to do any of this.”

“You don’t have to,” Bruce replied. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

Danny opened his mouth, closed it again. Then, voice small:

“Can I still keep my hoodie?”

Jason snorted. “Kid, we’re not monsters.”

The next morning, Gotham woke to news headlines:

“Bruce Wayne Adopts Local Teen Hero ‘Sunshine Kid’” “Gotham’s Favorite Child Now Officially a Wayne — and Somehow Still Humble About It” “Criminals Warned: ‘Touch Him and Face Gotham’s Wrath’”

Danny groaned and buried his face in the mansion couch.

“Why are there stickers with my face on them?”

Barbara, voice chipper: “Because you’re adorable and Gotham is proud.”

[bettys-redwinesupernova]

HEAD OVER HEELS

drew starkey x fem!reader

(mood board does NOT depict readers appearance !!)

SUMMARY: in which drew starkey is head over heels in love with his girlfriend, y/n.

based on this ask !! i really hope you like this anon, you didn’t request a specific plot so i went with this :)

WARNINGS: pure fluff, obsessed!drew but in a cutie patootie way !! (lmk if i missed anything !!)

A/N: i promise guys i will sort out making a master list tonight !! for now, click on my personalised tags like #bettys asks !!

WORD COUNT: 1k

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Drew couldn't stop talking about her. His girlfriend, Y/N, that is.

His castmates on the Outer Banks set had long since grown used to it, though they still teased him mercilessly. It wasn't unusual for him to pull out his phone between takes and scroll through pictures of her, showing anyone who would listen. Even Chase joked once, "You know, Drew, we've all met her. You don't have to keep proving she exists."

But Drew didn't care. He loved talking about her. Loved the way her smile lit up his entire day, the way her laughter felt like sunshine breaking through clouds. Y/N was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he wasn't shy about letting everyone know it.

"She's visiting today," Drew announced, a giddy grin spreading across his face as he leaned against the craft services table.

Madelyn raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching in amusement. "You've only mentioned that about a hundred times this week."

"Yeah, and what's your point?" Drew shot back, unbothered. He grabbed a bottle of water and opened it, taking a sip before adding, "I just can't wait for you guys to see her again. She's incredible."

Madelyn exchanged a knowing look with Rudy, who was attempting (and failing) to suppress a laugh.

When Y/N finally arrived on set that afternoon, Drew spotted her instantly. She stepped out of the car, her hair slightly tousled from the coastal breeze, and his entire world seemed to pause. She was wearing his favorite sundress—the one he'd told her once made her look like a walking daydream—and he couldn't stop the wide, lovesick smile that overtook his face.

"Y/N!" Drew called out, practically sprinting toward her.

Before she could respond, he had her wrapped in his arms, lifting her off the ground as she let out a surprised laugh.

"Joseph Andrew Starkey! Put me down!" she exclaimed, though she was grinning just as much as he was.

"Not a chance," he replied, spinning her around once before finally setting her back on her feet. "God, I missed you."

"You saw me three days ago," she teased, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

"And that's three days too long," he said without missing a beat, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

It didn't take long for the rest of the cast to spot her. Chase and Rudy came over to say hi, both of them giving her warm hugs and cracking jokes about how Drew had been "insufferable" without her.

"You're a saint for putting up with him," Rudy quipped, earning a playful shove from Drew.

Y/N laughed, her cheeks flushing slightly as Drew laced their fingers together. "He's not so bad," she said, glancing up at Drew with a soft smile.

"Not so bad?" Drew repeated, feigning offense. "I'll have you know I'm the perfect boyfriend."

"And humble, too," she teased, nudging him lightly.

The group chatted for a while before Drew pulled her away, eager to have her to himself. He brought her to his trailer, where he'd set up a small surprise for her: a bouquet of her favorite flowers and a handwritten note resting on the table.

"Drew," she said softly, her eyes shining as she turned to look at him. "You didn't have to do this."

"I wanted to," he said, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around her waist. "You deserve it. You deserve everything."

She leaned into him, resting her head against his chest as she took a deep breath. "You're too good to me, you know that?"

"Not possible," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

For the rest of the day, Drew was glued to her side. He introduced her to everyone on set—again—even though most of them already knew her from her previous visits. But it didn't matter to Drew. He wanted to show her off, to let the world see just how amazing she was.

During breaks in filming, he would find her wherever she was sitting and drape himself over her like an oversized golden retriever. "You comfortable?" he'd ask, despite the fact that he was the one taking up all the space.

"Very," she'd reply, laughing as she adjusted to make room for him.

When it came time for Drew to shoot his scenes, Y/N watched from the sidelines, her eyes filled with pride. He'd glance over at her between takes, flashing her a grin or a wink, and her heart would flutter every time.

At one point, Madelyn leaned over to Y/N and whispered, "He's like this all the time, you know. Completely obsessed with you."

Y/N's cheeks turned pink, but she couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face. "I'm not complaining," she said softly, her gaze never leaving Drew.

By the time the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the set, Drew was practically attached to her hip. He posted a candid photo of her sitting on a beach chair, the ocean in the background and a soft smile on her face. The caption was simple: My favourite view.

"You're going to make people sick with how sweet you are," she joked when she saw the post.

"Good," he said, pulling her into his arms. "Let them be sick. I don't care."

That night, as they sat on the beach together, watching the waves crash against the shore, Drew couldn't help but feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

"I love you," he said suddenly, his voice soft but steady.

She turned to look at him, her eyes wide and a little surprised.

"I mean it," he continued, his gaze locked on hers. "I love you. More than anything."

A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to cup his cheek. "I love you too, Drew."

In that moment, with the stars beginning to twinkle above them and the sound of the ocean in the background, Drew felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be. With her.

Always with her.

(divider by @kodaswrld !!)

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this was so sweet :’) there’s something about guys who are so lovesick and obsessed with their gf’s that just MELTS my heart😫

i’m still working my way through all my requests from oldest to newest (except a couple i got good inspiration for), so please be patient if you’ve recently requested something !! <3

[fungateshortcakes]

Jealous much?

Pairing: dofp!Logan x fem!teacher!Reader

Summary: What happens when Logan finds the father of one of your students flirting with you after class?

Wordcount: 1.7k

Warnings/tags: Jealous!Logan, established relationship (you are married), flirting, Logan asserting dominance to the guy that thinks he has a chance with you, smitten Logan bc he loves u so much, reader is implied to be 'turned on' once, no use of (y/n), english is not my first language!

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I love love LOVE jealous Logan. Someone (I think it was by @pandapetals) made a fic where Logan and reader were married and a students mother was flirting with Logan, which pissed reader off and she has to show the lady who has that man wrapped around her finger already. That was so YUMMY so this is the Logan-being-jealous counterpart, hope you enjoy!

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The end of the school day brought with it a familiar sense of relief and exhaustion. You loved your job, but after spending hours with a classroom full of high-energy students, you were ready to pack up and head to your room in the mansion.

The thought of your shared room and of your husband Logan waiting there brought a small smile to your face. But as you were tidying up your desk, the last few students leaving your classroom, you heard a voice call your name. Your head wiped around as you heard it. “Excuse me, Miss!” At first, you thought it was one of your students, but their voice was too deep to be a teenage boy.

You turned to see Mr. Reed, a tall, polished man with a charming smile. You recognized him immediately. He was the father of one of your more rambunctious students, Jason Reed. He seemed to live in this school, it was weird just how often you saw him around. He attended every single one of the parent evenings you hosted - only yours. And he often sought you out to have a conversation with him and his son. You didn't think too much of it, it was your job after all to answer the parents questions if they had any concerns.

You gave him a friendly wave as he approached. “Oh, hey, Mr. Reed” you greeted warmly, pausing in your steps. "Is there something you needed?

The man gave a casual shrug, slipping his hands into the pockets of his well-tailored suitjacket. “I was hoping to catch you for a moment. My son just won’t stop talking about you. Miss "the-coolest-teacher-ever’” he added with a chuckle, his blue eyes holding a distinct shimmer in them.

You laughed softly. Hearing this went down like honey. You were always happy to know that your students were enjoying your class. You were the teacher you wanted to be since you were a student yourself. The teacher that made other students feel safe, that didn't make them feel like they were pressured and had to deliver a certain level of performance to be good enough "Well, Jason is a great kid. He’s got so much energy. I can barely keep up sometimes, but I’m glad to hear he is liking my classes this far."

“Oh, absolutely. You’ve really made a difference for him” Mr. Reed said, his voice dipping into something smoother, something deeper. “He’s had a hard time adjusting to his mutation, you know. And the abilities that come with it. But since he’s been in your class, I can tell he’s a lot happier. More confident" he praised you highly, teeth bared in a dashing smile to you. “And that’s all thanks to you. I don’t know how you do it, managing a class full of kids with various mutations and powers they can't quite control yet. It’s impressive.”

You waved your hand dissmisvely at the single father, giggling bashfully. You weren't used to such direct praise from parents, not even from him. “I'm flattered, but it’s not just me" you replied modestly. “Mr. Xavier has build a great support system over the years.”

Mr. Reed clicked his tounge at your humble answer. “Don’t sell yourself short” he flashed you another grin. “You clearly have a talent with kids. Jason has made more progress in the past few months than he ever has before. I’m not sure how I could ever thank you properly.”

His tone was friendly for the time being. The conversation continued. And at first it felt completely professional, how it should be. Mr. Reed asked about Jason’s curriculum, your teaching methods and even about the schools approach to managing the students unique abilities. You were more than happy to answer all his questions, oblivious to the way he started inching closer.

“It’s just refreshing” he said, leaning casually against the wall next to you, his eyes subtly roaming your figure “to meet someone as smart, kind and beautiful as you. Jason’s lucky to have you as his teacher. The whole class is.”

The realisation hit you like a ton of bricks. He wasn’t just being nice. He was flirting. You blinked, your polite smile faltering. “Oh, um, thank you” you replied, starting to feel a little awkward. It showed with the way you brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. A sign for him that you were all shy and bashful around him. Far from that. You felt really uncomfortable.

"I’m lucky, too, really” he added, fueling the bad feeling in your gut. His eyes sweeped over you, this time less subtle, in a way that made your skin prickle, but not the good kind.

Then he decided to just go for it and ask the big question. He was impatient and wasn't in the mood to wait until you initiated something first. He had waited long enough. “Do you ever take time for yourself? Maybe let someone take you out for dinner?”

Your composure completely faltered for a second. The nerve this guy had. Didn't he see the obvious gold ring on your finger or did he purposefully decided to ignore it? You opened your mouth, trying to come up with a diplomatic way to shut this down, but you didn’t get the chance to.

“Everything alright in here?”

Logan’s gruff voice cut through the hallway like a blade, low and unmistakably annoyed. You turned to see him striding toward you, eyeing Mr. Reed like a wild animal stalking its prey. His broad shoulders were squared, his jaw set, and his dark eyes locked onto the other man with visible irritation.

You jumped as if you had just been caught cheating. “Logan” you squeaked surprised.

He huffed through his nose, his nostrils flaring like the ones of an angry bull that was riled up by the red in its vision. Well, when he had this loser of a man flirt with a goddess like you, his goddess, then he saw red. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt” Logan nearly growled, his tone anything but apologetic as he stopped next to you.

Mr. Reed blinked, clearly caught off guard. He swallowed thickly “Oh, I was just-” he tried to save the situation, or rather his own life, but Logan cut him off. “Flirtin’ with my wife?” Logan asked, arching a brow.

Mr. Reed’s face went pale as the snow falling outside the mansion, coating the gardenwith a thin layer of white. His eyes searched for your hand. They went wide as he looked at the wedding band you had been proudly wearing for six years now as if it had just appeared. “You-wait, you’re married?”

“Sure am” Logan said, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you firmly against his side, securing you there. Marking his territory. His grip was warm and possessive and you could feel the tension radiating from him.

Mr. Reed stammered, his eyes darting between you and Logan in embarrassement and if you looked correctly, a little bit of fear. “I-I had no idea. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-” he stuttered out, laughing awkwardly in a bad attempt to play down his nervousness.

“Yeah, well, now you know,” Logan said flatly. “So maybe next time, think twice before you try to fuck someones woman" he spat, taking a step closer to Mr. Reed. You gasped softly at Logans word and placed a hand on his chest, giving him a warning look. “Logan” you muttered softly, trying to rein him in like a guard dog that was ready to pounce if its owner let him. You couldn't say that this side of him didn't turn you on immensly. But you didn’t need to get scolded by Charles for scaring off a parent.

But Logan wasn’t done. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. “And just so we’re clear, she’s not interested. Ever” He snarled, down right barked his last word into Reeds face, who then mumbled another apology before practically fleeing down the hallway, leaving you alone with Logan.

Once he was gone, you turned to your husband with a mix of exasperation and amusement. “and that was really necessary?" you chuckled with a proud smirk. “Damn right it was” Logan replied, his hand still possessively gripping your hips, smoothing over them. “Guy needed to know who he was dealin’ with.”

You sighed, but your lips twitched into a small smile as you leaned against your broad and strong teddy bear of a husband. “You know I can handle myself, right?”

Logans lips pulled into the slightest smile as he looked down at you as if you were the most precious thing in the whole universe. “Yeah, I know” Logan muttered, his tone softening as he admired your pretty face. That pretty face he had the privilege to wake up to every morning because you were his wife. His. “Doesn’t mean I’m gonna let some jackass hit on you though.”

You giggled, shaking your head fondly, reaching up to cup his gruff cheek. “You’re ridiculous.”

Logan shrugged “Maybe” he said, smirking. “But you like ridiculous. Wouldn’t have married me otherwise, missy" he rumbled deep in his chest, making you smile because it was the truth. You married him for it. Married him for everything he was. “Guilty as charged" you murmured with a smile, standing on your toes to kiss him softly.

Logan’s arms wrapped around you fully, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. By the time he pulled away, his loving smirk had returned, but his eyes were filled with something softer. Something only you got to see. Something that you wanted to see for the rest of your life just from him.

“Still don’t like sharin’,” he muttered. You laughed, resting your forehead against his. “You don’t have to.”

And as Logan laced his fingers with yours, leading you towards the mansions garden to take a relaxing stroll through the green and white landscape after this unpleasant encounter, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the man who’d fight the world to keep you by his side.

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And weirdly enough, you never saw Mr. Reed after that, not even at the parent evenings. I wonder why...

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[5sospenguinqueen]

Tastes Like Gin | Max Verstappen x Best Friend! Reader

Summary: Max turns 27, and his best friend surprises him with a birthday party. Unfortunately, a few shots from his fellow drivers gives Max more confidence than he expected.

Warnings: Fluff. Friends to lovers.

Requested: No. Just a birthday piece

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redbullracing just posted

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redbullracing so many max memories 🎂 here’s to 27. happy birthday 

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christianhorner happy birthday, champ

f1 happy birthday, max

user not rbr only using pics of max in team gear

user waiting (not so) patiently for yn’s bday post because she posts the softest pics of max 

user i love how this post is just fans complaining about max’s car

→ user it’s ‘cause all the drivers will be waiting for yn to post 

user here’s to hoping for more wins when the autumn break is over

user have a purr-fect day 🐱

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yn_ln happy birthday, maxie. no matter how old you get, or how many records you set, you’ll always be the goofball that peed in my paddling pool. happy 27th 🧡🦁

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user yn’s yearly dose of humbling

→ user she always posts the most ego destroying photos of him

→ user as a best friend should 

maxverstappen1 i was 5! and you promised you would stop bringing that up

→ yn_ln was i drunk when i made this promise?

→ maxverstappen1 yes…

→ yn_ln then you know it doesn’t count

→ maxverstappen1 for my birthday this year, i’d like a new best friend

→ yn_ln already bought your present and i can’t refund it. soz

danielricciardo why have you posted two pics of him with his tiddies out

→ yn_ln you mean you don’t like the vertiddies? i’m blessing the mv1 fan base

→ redbullracing and my timeline 

→ yn_ln see

landonorris 27 years means 27 shots

→ yn_ln only if you’re taking him home at the end of the night. he can puke in your bathtub 

→ maxverstappen1 that was one time! and tbf, i’d just won my first wdc 

→ charles_leclerc why do you keep desecrating this woman’s water features

lilymhe ew, is that a man?

→ yn_ln i’m only friends with him for his money, i swear! you’re the only one for me

→ user um, haven’t you been friends since you were kids

→ yn_ln it’s called playing the long game. i could tell he was going to be rich since he was little

→ maxverstappen1 i can’t tell if i’m insulted or complimented 

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landonorris replied to maxverstappen1’s story wow. what a gorgeous date → i still think you should set us up → maxverstappen1 fuck off → landonorris with a sight like that, i thought you’d be in a better mood

maxverstappen1 replied to yn_ln’s story i can’t believe you pulled off a whole surprise party without me knowing → you’re phenomenal  → yn_ln you’re not mad at me for ruining our nice, quiet evening like you were expected  → maxverstappen1 no. i get to celebrate with all the people i love → and we still had our quiet dinner just the two of us → i can’t believe you’ve done all of this for me → yn_ln i’d do anything for you 

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Tangled in the white bedsheets, you realised you hadn’t changed out of your dress from the night before. Max’s old hoodie, a 33 above the breast, covered the top-half of your frame, providing some semblance of warmth and comfort. Head propped up on the pillows, you squinted at the bright screen in your hand. Blinking furiously, you couldn't tell if the pounding in your head was from the lack of sleep or the disbelief at what you had done. A friendship of over two decades ruined in a single night. Thumb swiping at the screen, a wave of shame washed over you as you scrolled to another post. And then another. 

Another image. Another angle. Another trending tweet. 

All of them accumulated in one place, screaming at you. For years you had buried the feelings you harboured for your best friend. Shoving them deep down below the surface, hiding them under quick-witted remarks and fleeting touches. He had never shown even an inkling that he returned the way you felt. Laughing it off when the other drivers questioned the nature of your relationship. Shoving you at Lando when he joked he’d “take you off his hands”. Asking you for fashion advice a few hours before a first date. And you had endured it all, in order to remain under the light of his platonic love. In one night, you had torn down the wall you had sloppily cemented together. 

The shrill sound of your phone pounded against your skull, piercing through the destructive thoughts. Blurry images of his face pressed against yours were replaced by a professional photo. Max’s face grinning back at you, his cheek smushed against the sliver of your face caught in the edge of the photo. Another night. Another celebration. A very different ending. 

“Why are you awake already?” You muttered to yourself, looking at the contact picture filling up your phone. You thought you’d have more time. More time to think of an excuse, to plan a lie, to pretend you knew nothing about it. 

About his face going viral, her body going viral, the pair of them connected going viral. 

“Morning, old man.” You answered, attempting a light-hearted tone. “I thought you’d still be passed out.”

“I tried,” grumbled Max. “But my phone wouldn’t stop blowing up.”

“That’s odd.”

“Uh, huh. You been on Twitter this morning?” 

Silence fell. You didn’t know how to respond to that with a clear voice. Max didn’t need you to. He could read your silence almost as well as your words. 

“Did that really happen?” 

A sting shot through your chest. Here came the let down. “Well, it can't have been a very memorable kiss if you don’t remember it happening.”

A false laugh echoed down the phone. Max’s eyebrows scrunched together and the unspoken pain. 

“I remember every second of it,” he said vehemently. “I just thought I was dreaming again.”

You didn’t hear his words. Already having prepared your next line. Say the words before he can. That’ll make them hurt less. 

“It’s okay. I know they didn’t mean anything. You were just drunk. I’m sorry it’s gone viral. I can’t imagine the kind of PR mess this will be.”

“No! No, I wasn’t. I mean, I was intoxicated, sure. But, not drunk enough to do things I didn’t mean-” 

“Max, it’s okay. I get it. Nothing will change between us because you had a few too many G&Ts. I’m happy to speak to PR with you and see how we can fix this-.”

“Will you just stop?” Max demanded, voice too loud to both your sensitive ears. He winced as you fell silent, sharp intake of breath filling his ears. “Stop trying to brush this off as nothing. Yes, Charles filled me with shots, and I was more easygoing than normal but I remember every. second. of. that. kiss. You had a cocktail umbrella tucked behind your ear, and Alexandra’s lipstick mark on your cheek. Lando had stolen your hair clip so it was down and loose, just how I like it. I was intoxicated but just enough to give me the courage I didn’t have before.”

“You tasted like gin,” was the breathless reply he got.

“What are you doing this morning?” Max asked, desperate to break the heaviness between the two of you. Desperate to hear your usual answer after a night out; ready for him to take you for a greasy breakfast to mop away the alcohol. 

He could hear your smile - picture it in his head - when you said, “Waiting for you to pick me up, of course.” 

“I’ll be there in 20.”

“Make it 30. I have terrible morning breath.”

Max’s laughter eased the tension in her body. “Maybe this time you’ll taste like mint.” 

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yn_ln i love you 🧡 i can’t wait to spend many more birthdays by your side

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K Mag Part 2 ‘cause it seems I’ve converted some of you

[esstxys]

𝐻 𝒲 𝒜 𝒩 𝒢 𝐻 𝒴 𝒰 𝒩 𝒥 𝐼 𝒩 - canvas.

warnings : smut, messy sex, other than that it's vanilla, fem!reader, a little(?) plot, pet names, lighthearted jokes, slight embarrassment at the end.

summary : on a slow morning, you find your boyfriend quietly painting, little did you know how much just sitting next to him would turn it into.

“what the fuck..” you muttered under your breath, you tried to open your eyes, but they were so, so heavy.

your room was completely dark besides the light peering out from behind the blackout curtains.

you tried to shift your position in bed, turning away from your window.

you tried to ignore the light.

but it was so bright, and all you wanted was at least a humble one hour more of sleep.

you needed to block the light, but you didn't feel like putting a pillow over your head and risking suffocation, so with heavy eyes you aimlessly groped around the bed for your boyfriend's arm.

you let out an almost silent string of curse words as you shift around once more to reach for him.

instead of his soft skin responding to your touch by sweeping you up into a warm embrace, you feel the cold comforter on your fingertips.

you grabbed a fistful of the mattress in frustration and let out a long sigh.

so it was one of those mornings.

one of those mornings where you had to get out of your warm cocoon of blankets and walk your way all the way down the hallway just to see your boyfriend.

how do morning people do this?

-

eventually, you got out of bed and trudged down the hallway, a large blanket draped over your body.

your tired mind wandered to the thought of your boyfriend, more specifically, the thought of what he would be doing as you entered the kitchen.

would he be sitting cross legged on one of your dining room chairs, soft morning light illuminating his features, with a pencil in hand? or would he be waiting for you peacefully with a cup of coffee that has way too much sugar for your liking in it?

As you neared the kitchen, the thought of your boyfriend vanished as soon as you smelled the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air.

and as if the scent of coffee alone had just put you on auto pilot, you grabbed a mug, poured the coffee into it, added your creamer and sugar, and took a sip.

you sighed a sigh of relief as soon as you licked the remaining smoky taste of coffee off of your lips.

this action, though, reminded you of your boyfriend.

your boyfriend who would lick his lips before he gave you a kiss.

you boyfriend whom you had just realized wasn't behind you, sitting at the dining room table.

you think to yourself for a moment, shrug, and grab your coffee.

being the kind of guy he is, you think he’s probably just on the toilet, so you bee-line for your bedroom, cold feet shuffling against the wooden floor.

as you walk down the hallway, coffee making you more alert of your surroundings, you pass hyujins art room, where he just so happens to be in a knee-tucked squat on floor, staring down at an almost blank canvas.

how did you not notice him before?

you stop dead in your tracks and lean on the doorframe

you pause for a moment and look at your boyfriend, who is clearly aware of your presence, but keeps his attention on the canvas below him.

“have you been in here this whole time?” you question.

he finally looks up at you, his messy hair flailing to the side as he does so.

“well good morning to you too my beautiful girlfriend,” he draws his words out sarcastically.

you roll your eyes and take your place on the floor next to him. you rest your arm on his shoulder and place your head on top of it.

hyunjin lays his head on yours, his hair is soft against your skin.

“goodmorning” you mumble, switching roles with him as your eyes are on his canvas and his eyes are now on you.

he smiles and sighs in appreciation as he finally gets the good morning from you that he was waiting for.

“happy? now answer my question.” you whisper as you move your arm away from his shoulder and instead to the back of his neck where you play with his hair.

“mhm” he looks you in the eyes lovingly and signals for you to pass him a larger paintbrush

“and no, I wasn’t in here the whole time, I was taking a shit.”

“yup, I figured.” you chuckle lightly to yourself and pass him the paint brush he was asking for with your free hand.

he dips the brush into a fresh can of soft pink paint and lathers it on the canvas. wanting to give him more room to work , you take your arm off of him and lay on the floor next to the canvas.

“what are you painting today hyunnie?” you ask, your words full of genuine curiosity.

“hmm,” he pauses to look around and his eyes stop on his final destination.

you.

“probably the girl in front of me.” he says casually.

“wow, I wonder who that could be” you exclaim, letting yet another small laugh escape your lips. you look around the room at the dozens of other oil paintings, acrylic paintings, and sketches this man has of you.

does he not get sick of it?

“tell me more,” you pause, "i want to hear more about this girl you are painting."

expecting him to take your words as a joke, your eyebrows raise as he replies.

"well, this girl is kind of a mess," he looks up at you with a smile, knowing you would react to this.

you shoot him a deadly look, and in response he laughs and continues, "she's the good kind of a mess, though, like a mess in which everything is placed strategically. an abstract painting, if you will."

you still couldn't tell where he was going with this.

"she's always running late, always talking with her hands like the story wont land unless she acts out every detail. she also makes fun of me constantly, with a small grin that means she has already won,"

he applies more paint to the canvas.

"and i let her do it, too. it's the small things about her that pull me in. the way she tugs my sleeves when she wants something, the way she leans into me like I'm something solid."

you look at him intently as he continues to speak.

"then there are times when she gets quiet, her voice drops just enough for me to notice it, and she gets closer. her eyes lock on mine, and she's more than likely thinking about something she definitely won't say out loud. she stops being chaos and starts being sharper and slower, in a way that it makes it hard for me to breathe,"

you are sitting up at this point, full attention given to the boy who sat Infront of you.

"she always knows exactly what she's doing. the way she touches me, the way her fingers slide under my shirt like its nothing. like she's done it one hundred times, and she will do it one hundred times more. simple actions like bringing her lips to my neck, asking for more than what 100 words could."

his brush strokes were almost as drawn out and slow as his words now.

maybe hyunjin was right, because as you moved Infront of him, that single action said 1000 more things than words could have.

his hands roped around your waist, your back arching into the touch.

your mouth found his and although you were tired, the kiss was anything but that. it was hungry, messy. a kiss that said the two of you had been holding back for way too long.

hyunjin groaned low in his throat when your fingers slipped back into his hair, tugging just hard enough to break something in him.

you tasted like everything he wanted; a taste he would continue to chase his entire life if he had to.

and this made him go crazy.

you moaned as his fingers slipped under your shirt, taking it off in one swift motion.

your nipples hardened as the met the cold air, which shot you back into reality.

the reality in which you and your boyfriend were about to fuck with a wet painting behind the both of you.

your boyfriend took his lips off of yours and moved to your neck, gently biting it.

"hyunnie.." it was hard for you to talk between the pleasure you were feeling.

"hyunnie..mpph- we should move so we don't ruin your.. painting" you finally breathed out.

"relax, baby.." he cooed.

he reached his arm behind you to offer more support, presumably so he could move the canvas easier.

right?

wrong.

"ack-!"

you felt your body lower onto the cold paint of the canvas, your spine shivering at the foreign sensation.

had hyunjin meant to do this?

"hyunjin- ah! theres paint all over my back-"

"shh, i know"

you shot him an extremely puzzled look.

"its okay, we can both paint today."

did you hear him right?

yeah.

you did.

because it was the hottest thing you've heard him say.

-

“mm..” hyunjin hums to himself in delight as he thumbs your clit, rubbing the base of it slowly up and down, giving you almost enough friction

your legs were sprawled out as far as they could go, so far that your middle calves and below were no longer on the canvas.

hyunjin saw this as a problem and removed his hand from your clit. how could he capture his whole art peice if it wasnt on the painting?

he bent his arm back to position your legs onto the canvas in the formation which he pleased.

and obviously, he uses this opportunity to tease you.

so he takes his time doing this,

and you become restless.

"hyunjin.. please.." you say softly as you look at his aching cock, which is just sitting inside of you, unmoving.

your pussy was begging for more stimulation, and you could tell his cock was, too.

but teasing you like this and hearing your pleading whines was enough for him

"hm..? did you say something?" he finishes positioning your legs and gazes into your glossed-over eyes after an excruciatingly long time.

"please.." you plead, still waiting for him to move, "i need more."'

you grab his wrist which holds its place on the canvas, adding a deep blue handprint to the painting.

your pussy is practically aching in yearning, but your boyfriend just loves to tease you.

“hm? you want it that much? you need me to thrust into that badly?” you nod feverishly as your legs subconsciously spread wider.

hyunjin shoots you a glare at this action, a glare which reminds you that you need to keep your body on the canvas.

which is hard when his cock is halfway in you.

he removes his hand from its place on the canvas and moves it to your ass instead, giving himself more support as he finally thrusts into you with a small groan.

this earns a soft moan and a string of "yesyesyesyes!"'s from you.

hyunjin looks you in the eyes as he thrusts slowly and deeply into you.

you savor every moment of this, clenching around him every time he hits that perfect spot deep in your pussy.

you look him back in the eyes, yet your gaze still trails down to his juicy lips.

he takes note of this and grins, bringing two fingers under your chin and leaning down into yet another deep kiss.

his thrusts become faster as he continues. you subconsciously draw shapes on his back with your fingertips, and he hums at the sensation.

you break the kiss by throwing your head back.

he chuckles at your inability to keep your composure when he makes his thrusts just a little faster.

your body quivers and trembles, breaths escaping as hyunjin kisses on your neck.

your reactions only feul his desire to speed up his pace even more.

“hold’on baby.. fuck!” you exclaim, your fingers now putting more intense pressure onto his back.

hyunjin brings his head up to capture the sight infront of him you bring his head right back down to kiss him.

the quick and needy peck turned into a deep kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth as your tongue entangles with his, as the two of you fight for domination.

you kiss deeper to catch hyunjin off guard, leaving him to gasp for air, as if the pace he is thrusting it isnt already leaving him breathless enough.

you smiling into the kiss immediately turns into you breaking it off with a moan.

hyunjin is once more circling his thumb around your clit while he fucks even deeper into you, and he cant help but let a moan elicit itself out as he does so.

you fling your head back as he touches all the right places, thighs shaking with need as you can only take what’s been given.

“making me feel so fucking good, god.. so f-fucking pretty, so fucking perfect,” hyunjin breathes out, you knew he was getting close.

he can never control his mouth when he is about to cum.

and on the contrary, you cant control your actions when you're about to cum.

actions fueled with pleasure; you whip your bodies upwards and hold onto hyunjins back.

he thrusts into you, and you jerk your hips towards him, lewd sounds echoing through the room as you do so.

body filling with electricity, you push is cock as deep into your pussy as you can, which tips the two of you over the edge,

hyunjin cums deep inside of you, huffing hot moans and words of pleasure into your ear.

you let out one final moan as you felt him fill your pussy up.

"fuck- i love you so much, baby."

your breath is deep, but slows as you come down from your high.

"this will be the prettiest painting ive ever made," he moves around and you whine from the overstimulation of his cock still deep inside of you.

he kisses you, and then corrects himself.

"this will be the prettiest painting we've ever made."

-

fast forward: three days later.

you've come to the recording studio to support your boyfriend and his members, the thought of the lewd painting pushed far back in your brain. you haven't even seen the canvas around the house.

-

"hi!" changbin greets you with a smile, and you smile back.

you go find you place on the couch next to minho while your boyfriend continues talking about god knows what with his friends.

"hi lee know," you give him a friendly smile before scanning the room.

"hi! how have you and hyunjin been doing? still thinking about getting a cat? i can give you a lot of tips..."

and that's when you noticed it.

the painting.

hanging in his bands record studio of all places?

"hey, are you listening?" lee know questioned, trying to figure out what you were looking at, until he noticed too.

"oh, yeah. the painting hyunjin made for you. he said you knew. why are you surprised?" lee know looked over at your shoulder, looking at hyunjin for some guidance.

"no.. trust me i know.." you trailed off, lost in thought until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

it was hyunjin.

"guys, what do you think of the painting?" he adressed all 7 of the other guys in the room.

"its really abstract," chan said

"like a good abstract, though." added changbin, who had his pointer finger lifted.

"yeah youve never made a painting like this one before." felix chimed in, touching the side of it.

the sight made you wince, but hyunjin was enjoying every second of this.

he rubbed your shoulder and smiled as he looked down at you.

oh he was so going to regret this.

first time writing in 11 months, dont go too hard on me! - also not proofread, sorry. :p

hope you enjoyed nonetheless.

[delugyu]

by a string (teaser)

find the full fic here! 🤍

summary: Yeonjun’s got a lot on his plate. Not only does he have to worry about being a star student, but he also has to be the city’s web-slinging hero. And a lab intern. And a semi-decent roommate. And a little bit in love with you.

pairings: yeonjun x fem!reader

word count: ~20k (350 in the teaser)

tags: fluff, some angst, smut (mdni), spiderman!yeonjun, college au, jjun is a charming nerdy awkward little guy, blood, physical violence, potentially inaccurate science-y stuff, more to be added

notes: as a #real spider-man fanatic and yeonjun luvr, this fic is sooo fun to write. estimated release date for this is in early may but i’ll update u on that lol. let me know if u want to be on the taglist for this fic!! just make sure u have an age indicator on ur page <3

You look over your shoulder when Yeonjun reaches you, staring up at him and squinting your eyes to shield from the sun. “How’d I know you’d come find me?” you ask, half-amused.

Yeonjun gives you a short laugh, unsure of himself as he sits on the grass beside you. It feels a little like he’s invading your space. He’s seen you sitting alone on this field as if it was all yours so many times.

“I thought I should thank you again,” he says, a little shy. He feels like he owes you a lot for last night. The whole city probably owes you a lot for saving him, honestly.

You look at him with a small smile, leaning your head on your bent knees. “Mhm. Shouldn’t I be thanking you, Spider-man?” There’s a teasing quality to your voice, and it makes Yeonjun laugh nervously. He should probably address that.

“I really hope you won’t tell anybody.”

“I won’t. I’m still finding it hard to believe anyway,” you say. Your sentences are all laced with a tiredness and exhaustion that Yeonjun can’t help but to feel at fault for. “It’s just weird to know it now.”

Yeonjun hums. He can sympathize with you on that—it must be really bewildering to know your classmate is the one swinging around town shooting webs at criminals. He just hopes you can forgive him for dragging you into this.

“Spider-man’s a little less cool now, huh?” he jokes, keeping his voice quiet even though no one’s around.

Your smile is full and genuine, and Yeonjun’s heart skips a beat. “I always thought he was a little lame,” you answer. Yeonjun’s ego bruises at that. You continue, “But I think he’s kind of interesting now.”

He can only hope that you don’t see the blush that takes over his face. He looks away to hide it, but he feels your gaze on him. “I don’t know if I’m that interesting,” he says, acting all humble. It’s clearly bait, and he hopes you’ll catch it.

“I can be the judge of that. Let me get to know you more,” you offer. Yeonjun bites his cheek to stop himself from grinning at this massive win.

[jarofstyles]

Appetency

Okay so we've got a bit of a long one. Kinda enemies to lovers if you blink, fuckboyrry turned softrry, dedication galore, hesitant Y/N and confident H, you're gonna love it. This is the first half- the other half is already up on Patreon and will be here later on 💕

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Warnings- slight angst, mentions of anxiety, alcohol, cocky h turned into a loverboy... nothing too crazy in this part.

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“Why are you every-fucking-where.” Y/N stopped short, glaring at the man across from her. The entire party, she had been trying to avoid him- but he wasn’t letting that be at all possible.

Harry grinned widely at that, the most obnoxious and infuriatingly pretty smile with those stupid dimples. Leaning against the wall as he studied her for a good moment, there was no hiding the not so casual enjoyment he got out of flustering her. 

Finally, he broke the silence, standing up from his casually cool stance on the wall. She knew he was going to say something that annoyed her and it was proven as he opened his mouth. "C’mon, don’t be like that. Perhaps you just can't keep me off your mind, baby girl. Can’t stop thinking about me, seeing me everywhere…"

“Ew. Do not call me that.” She wrinkled her nose in disgust for the nickname, walking past him. He followed, of course, because he always did. “Just because we have a few similar friends doesn’t mean you need to be at every social event. I’d love a break from your smug face.”

"You can't possibly be getting tired of this handsome face already…" He protested as he followed behind, his words purposely trying to rile her up. Getting a rise out of her seemed to make his whole day, and usually she would laugh it off but this time… things were different. Finding a spot in the kitchen, he watched as she puttered around trying not to look at him. 

His eyes danced with amusement as he added in some more. "Or are you just mad that I always seem to steal the show, love? Not my fault that I'm effortlessly charming and captivating, darling."

“Humble, too.” She snorted, grabbing a drink from the cooler. Buzzballs were not the thing she’d want to choose when she was thinking about the next morning, but they were exactly what she needed when it came to trying to mentally escape right now. “You’re insufferable. Really.” His eyes were on her as she used her nail to pop open the cap. 

“So are you going to leave me alone, or follow me around all night?”

Harry chuckled in amusement at her sarcasm, enjoying the way she rolled your eyes at him. "Leave you alone when you look this lovely? Not a chance in hell, darling." He hummed, tapping his own bottle against the counter. He paid no mind to the new people who entered the space, eyes glued on the girl he was talking to. "But as much as I'd love to keep annoying you, I have a much better way we could spend time. Don't you remember, love?" He purred. “I certainly do. It’s hard to forget the way it feels when you moan-” The interruption was instant, her hand gripping onto him. 

“Harry…” she hissed, tugging his arm further down the dark hallway and into a bedroom. Who’s? She didn’t know. All she knew was that she had seen where this was going, and she didn’t want him to say it too loudly. Everyone was so god damn nosy and respectfully, she didn’t want to deal with any of that. Not after all she had said.

“Listen.” Putting her hands on her hips, she tilted her head up at him as he stood a little too close. “We hooked up, it was a mistake. You know it.” Though it didn’t seem like he thought so considering how he trailed her ever since. “We… we were a little drunk and I was lonely and you were there.” 

Y/N knew she was slightly lying, but she was trying to fool herself. If she said it enough times, maybe she’d believe it. They’d always had chemistry. It was intensity that burned between them, her disdain and his addiction to getting a rise out of her. It was only a matter of time that they’d give into some sort of blow out- but she hadn’t expected it to be as good as it was. It couldn’t happen again. 

Harry had that knowing smirk on his face as she tried to deny it all, knowing exactly where this was headed. The thrill of chasing her, of getting under her skin was intoxicating, addicting. He loved making her growl and huff and glare at him, because it meant getting her undivided attention.

"Was it really a mistake?" He asked as he leaned against the door, finally giving her some breathing room.  "Or have you just been avoiding me because you couldn't stop thinking about it?"

The truth was that he had been thinking about that night ever since. Multiple times. Before he went to sleep, when he was in the shower.. It was hard not to. 

Her jaw clenched, placing her bottle down and crossing her arms. “Look. You’re hot, Harry. You don’t need me to tell you that. You’ve got plenty big of an ego. But I’ve been avoiding you because it can not happen again.” 

Y/N knew that Nina was into Harry and she really didn’t want to start any drama. Not that he even seemed remotely into her, but because she acted like he was someone she had dibs on. As gross as it was, she tended to start shit with anyone Harry pursued and she just wasn’t in the season for drama. There were other things to worry about other than start a feud over a man. 

He had known about Nina's crush on him, but he didn't care about her. He never had, and he never would. As fucked up as it was, what they had, in his mind, was just a harmless flirtation, nothing more. Y/N knew that, but Nina didn’t. He couldn't have been more clear he had no interest in her, but some people took delusion to heart. 

It didn’t matter how good Harry gave it to her last time, how hard her legs shook, how sore she was in the best way. Didn’t matter if his tongue was hot and through and how he’d cleaned her up with it. It couldn’t be repeated.

Harry's smirk only widened as she openly admitted he was attractive, his ego inflating even more. But when she mentioned avoiding him, his smile faltered slightly.

"Why can't it happen again?" He asked, moving closer to her, his eyes darkened. Too close, making her take a deep breath. If there was one thing he would give him, his presence was commanding. Felt. Her body was very familiar with his now, wanting to lean into him, but she fought it.

“Because.” She sighed tiredly. “I really can’t deal with any drama. I’m exhausted, and the last thing I need is that she-devil going after me because she thinks I’m ‘stealing her man.’ “

The man let out a laugh, amused by the comment. Yeah, he knew exactly who she was referring to and found it funny. He knew she could be a drama queen, and he definitely didn't care for her possessive tendencies, but he had told her that they had nothing going on between them and never would.

He stepped closer to her, his greedy hands reaching out to touch her hips, his touch firm. "You're not stealing me, love. She never had me, and she's delusional if she thinks she does." His eyes gleamed with desire as he looked at her, his touch becoming a bit more possessive in his own way. "And I want you, not her."

“Harry, you don’t actually want me.” She groaned in frustration, trying to ignore how her tummy dropped as he pulled her into him, his other hand curling around her jaw. Stupid body, stupid hormones, stupid muscle memory.  “You think you do because you like a chase. You don’t actually like me or anything, you like how I fuck.” She said bluntly, glancing up at him.

Harry's smug expression faltered as she protested. He could feel the annoyance, but he also noticed the way her body responded to his touch. There was no denying that. "Is that what you really think?" He asked, his grip on her jaw tightening slightly as he looked down at her. "That I'm just chasing you only for the thrill of the chase, for the sex?"

His eyes darkened, his other hand moving lower on her hip, pulling her flush against him. He could feel her body against his, the softness, the warmth, and he wanted it all back. There had been no way she could tell him that she hadn’t enjoyed it, considering he’d made her cum 3 times, made her gush all over his cock. She’d clung to him, held onto him, whimpered his name. But he’d taken care of her, he had gotten her some pomegranate juice and a snack, helped her tie her hair up, driven her home. When the contact had been nonexistent, he was hoping she was just making him work for it- but that wasn’t all this was to him.

“Yeah.” She furrowed her brows. “Is it not?” Harry wasn’t the relationship type, not usually. Everyone knew that. Y/N had constantly reminded herself that when they’d first met and she had a bit of a crush on him, only to see that he liked to fuck em’ and leave ‘em. It lost the appeal and she had resented him a bit for it. 

Was it fair? No. She knew that. But their dynamic had been built on that resentment. 

Harry's jaw clenched at her response, frustration and something else flickering in his face. He loosened his grip on her slightly, his gaze searching her eyes, trying to convey something she obviously wasn’t picking up on.

"And what if I told you that you were wrong?" He asked, his voice low. "What if I told you that there's more to me than just chase and sex?" He tilted his face closer to hers, his hand on her hip keeping her snug. He hadn't realized it himself just how touch deprived for her he actually was. Did she really think it was all just… a game? Had he not proven himself to her that night? Granted, he had maybe fucked up in how he communicated after but… the ball had been put in her court. 

He could tell that she was skeptical, but he was determined to make her believe him.

"I want you." He said firmly, his hand on her jaw moving to wrap around the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair. "I want everything. Your body, your mind, your heart." His hand on her hip moved lower, his touch a little needy. "And the fact that I can't have you is driving me insane. Want you to believe me."

“But why?” She sputtered. “All we do is argue. All I do is blow you off and all you do is follow me around to piss me off.” 

She had no idea he had his own fascination with her. How he’d silently watched her, observed, saw how she was with other people and wanted that chance to feel that. To have one of those smiles for himself.

Harry shook his head with a light laugh, his grip on her flexing slightly as he stared down at the girl he had been playing cat and mouse with. "Because I'll take the arguing, the blowoffs, all of it, just to be near you. I don't know when it truly started, but you've gotten under my skin, love." He pushed her back against the door, his body pressed against hers, trapping the girl. Looking down at her, his eyes were dark with desire, with honesty. It was a little unsettling.

“Harry.” She swallowed, eyes fluttering as his fingers stroked over her jaw and down over her throat, tenderness tinging the touches. “It’s not funny if this is a joke. It’s not.”

Harry's let out a tired breath, his touch gentle as he stroked her delicate skin, taking advantage of every touch. He could see that vulnerability in her eyes, and it only made him more determined to prove himself. "M’not joking. " He said firmly. "This is serious, I want you, and m’not giving up until I have you."

“Then you’re gonna have to work for it.” She exhaled sharply, pushing out of his hold and escaping back towards the party.

Y/N was almost fooled into giving in again- but she could give in without a real, true idea of what he was dedicated to. Maybe it was cruel of her to try and write him off as a bit of a slut trying his luck, but she’d never been awarded the chance to get to know him outside of their usual dynamic. 

That was why, the next day, seeing him on her front porch had her gasping in surprise. “Shit!” She yelped, keys falling to the wood below her. 

He looked good. The night of sleep seemed to refresh him, he’d showered, and he was bright eyed this morning. Determined. Why? She didn’t know. But this was not at all what she had expected when opening her front door. “ You scared the fuck out of me. What are you doing here?”

"Good morning, love." He greeted her. “Nice to see you this mornin’. You look gorgeous.” That cheeky fucking grin, as usual, tilted on his mouth. 

She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow in question. "You didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?"

Harry flashed her a grin, completely unfazed by her skepticism.  "I'm here to see you, of course." He said, as if it was obvious. “Silly thing.”

“Why?” She didn’t want to get too huffy with him but he was nearly speaking in riddles and she didn’t have the patience for that. “Are you alright?”

Of course he was amused at how frustrated she looked, finding her impatience obviously endearing. Maybe it was just her, though. Y/N was a bit of a weakness of his, he found. Pushing himself up the final step, he grabbed her keys and handed them back to her, making no effort to pull his hands away from her own. 

"I'm fine, love." He hummed casually. "I just wanted to see you." Holding her hands in his, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on the skin. Casual intimacy that slightly caught her off guard.

The girl merely looked at him in confusion.  The plan for today had been to go to the grocery shop and do stuff around the house, not entertain the man who had admitted to wanting her last night- but she knew if he was here, it meant he was determined to get his way.

Aka, spending time with her. 

“Okay.. So now you saw me.” She said lowly. “Do you want to go home now?”

The sight of her looking so flustered and on edge fueling his determination, he shook his head.  "Not yet." He said, his voice low and firm. "M’not leaving until I get some of your time."

Y/N closed her eyes, taking a deep inhale through her nose and exhaling through her mouth. Meditative breathing did wonders, it seemed. Usually. She knew Harry well enough to know that he wasn’t going to let this go. He was going to keep prodding until he understood that he probably had no actual intention of being around her long term. He was looking at her with metaphorical sex goggles on. Yeah, she was good in bed, but that was only a tiny portion of her. 

He’d learn eventually.

“Well, I have to go to the store. So…”

Harry watched you closely as she opened her eyes from the attempting to calm herself. It was a little unnerving to know she needed to calm down from such a simple interaction but then again, he had been coming on a little strong. It was his nature, but he tried to relax his stance a bit. No way was he going to let an opportunity to spend time with her be wasted. He was dedicated now, wanting to win her over.  "You're going to the store?" He leaned in closer. “Looks like I'll just have to come with you, then."

Y/N sputtered as he took her handbag and totes from her, tucking them under his arm as the other held her hand. 

“C’mon.” He said smugly, pulling her towards his car. She followed, confused at how he had just agreed to go grocery shopping with her. Willingly. It wasn’t something he liked doing and she knew that- she somehow had found out one night that he had his delivered- but he seemed eager to do this with her. 

The last thing she expected was for him to open the passenger door and help her inside, but he did. Like it was second nature, opening it up and taking her hand to aid her into sitting sound, placing her bags on her lap.

Harry's smirk widened as he scooped up her handbag and totes, his grip on your hand firm as he guided her towards his car. He snickered under her breath at her sputtered protest, enjoying her disbelief that he was actually willing to go grocery shopping with her. Like it was some sort of hardship.

Once he had settled her in, he leaned in closer, the smell of cinnamon gum filling her senses. Keeping his stance, his eyes locked on her, his gaze intense. He could see the confusion in her eyes, and it only fueled his determination to make it second nature to her, to expect this sort of thing from him. . 

"You look cute this morning." He said, his voice low and smooth. "Did you get much sleep last night?" He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle.

Her cheeks felt hot as he tenderly touched her, the softness of it all surprising her. “Um… I did.” The compliment had flustered her too. It wasn’t something she was used to from him. Their usual dynamic was tense on her end and being a pain in the ass with a stupid smirk on his. This sort of treatment was new to her. 

“Thanks. You look….” It felt unnatural to compliment him, but she meant it. Strangely enough. All of this was so new to her.  “Nice.”

Harry chuckled at the slight hesitation in her words, enjoying the way she was thrown off by his tenderness. One day she was going to accept it.  He smiled at her attempt at a compliment, narrowing his gaze at her. "Just nice?" He teased, raising an eyebrow.  He placed a light hand on her knee, his thumb stroking her skin in small circles, his touch gentle and comforting.

“Well, handsome? I dunno.” She grumbled. “Just so you know, you’re carrying all the grocery bags. If you insist on coming along you need to be useful.”

"Oh, I can be very useful, love. You jus’ need to find out what else I can off s’all." He said, his hand continuing its caressing on her knee, his touch sending a little jolt through her body "And don’t worry, I’ll carry all the bags. You just worry about picking out what you need."

Harry could see the doubt in her eyes as he reassured her about carrying the bags, and he knew he had to prove it. Not just that, but the whole thing. He hadn’t won her over quite yet, but he would. 

Removing his hand from her knee, he ignored how much he missed the touch and stood up straight, standing tall and strong next to the car. 

"You don’t believe me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Just watch, sweetheart. Gonna shock the shit out of you."

——-

Y/N was suspicious. 

Harry was… behaving. More than, actually. He was being sweet and polite, borderline charming. Standing beside her as she pushed the cart, grabbing the items at the top shelves, not rushing her at all. He was flirty, sure, but nothing insane that truly made her roll her eyes at him. His voice was soft spoken and held only a tiny bit of the arrogance it usually did… and she liked it.

Who the fuck was this? And what had they done with the normal Harry? 

“You’re freaking me out a little.” She mumbled, checking off another thing on her list. “Like, you’re being pleasant. That’s not normal for you.”

"What, I can't be pleasant sometimes?" He teased, giving her a look. 

He couldn't help but grin as he watched her check off another item on the grocery list, his eyes roaming freely over her focused expression. He was enjoying this, he realized, enjoying the chance to be close to her more than he would have ever expected. "Maybe I’m just in a good mood today." He said, leaning against the cart.

“It’s just suspicious.” She glanced at him from the side of her eye. “You’re always following me around and trying to get me to snap at you. So excuse me for being a little confused when you’re acting so normal and nice.”

Harry liked working her up and getting reactions out of her, but he liked her. Y/N gave him the tummy butterflies, the excitement, the hot cheeks, all of it. She just didn’t know that- or was heavily in denial. It was his fault, he knew, from never expressing how serious the desires were and expecting her to read between the lines. But fuck, could she blame him? Y/N was a spitfire.

“Can you- fuck.” She groaned. “This can not get any worse.” 

Across the aisle, she saw her. Nina. Glaring at the scene of Harry standing a little too close to Y/N, doing a domestic activity like shopping together… It looked like they were way more than friends. This wasn’t something he liked doing and of course, the other girl would know that… So the situation didn’t look too good.

Harry could feel the shift in her mood as she spotted Nina across the aisle, and he tensed up slightly, ready for the inevitable confrontation.  Fuck, and they’d been doing so good. Of course, someone had to throw him a curveball. 

Good thing he was willing to work for this. 

"Relax." He said quietly, his hand squeezing her shoulder reassuringly, thumbing over the fabric. "I'll handle it."

Harry could feel the tension in her body as he held onto her, knowing that she was on edge. He knew Nina could be a handful, and he didn't want her to add to the stress of the situation. Especially after Y/N was seemingly warming up to him.

He took a deep breath and turned to her, his expression neutral but firm. 

"Nina." He said, his voice calm and steady- almost bored. "Why are you glaring at us like that?”

Nina’s eyes flicked between the pair, her expression hardening as she spoke. “What are you two doing?” She asked, her voice dripping with disdain. 

Harry kept his expression neutral, his hand on Y/N unmoving as he spoke to her. “We’re shopping. Is that a crime?” He replied, his tone cool.

Nina’s lip curled up in a sneer, her eyes narrowing. "Shopping? Is that all?" She asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Awfully domestic, isn’t it?”

Harry chuckled, unruffled by her attitude. "Yes, Nina. We’re just picking up some groceries. Is that so hard to believe?" he challenged, letting her try and intimidate him. It wasn’t going to work. 

The girl’s jaw clenched as Harry responded to her, clearly annoyed at the lack of reaction she was getting from him. 

She took a step closer, sizing Y/N up with an unpleasant expression. She really needed to not make that face- it was unflattering.  “Is this a date or something?” She snapped, her eyes flickering over to Harry.

Harry chuckled at Nina’s question, finding her assumption humorous. 

He looked over at the girl he wished would say yes, his eyes filled with amusement. "What do you think, love?” He taunted.  Maybe it wasn’t the nicest thing to do, but he didn’t particularly care. 

Y/N rolled her eyes. This wasn’t what she wanted out of this interaction. Hell- she never wanted his interaction at all. “We’re shopping.” She said lowly. “And we have to go.”

Nina pursed her lips as her response, clearly unsatisfied with the answer she was given. She never could leave well enough alone. Harry could see her gearing up for another snarky comment, so he quickly interjected. 

"She’s right." He said, his tone firm. “We do have to go. Bye."  There was no hint of remorse on his face as he motioned for her to get out of the way. 

With that, he guided Y/N forward, steering both her and the cart towards the checkout area.

“Christ.” Y/N rubbed her temples. “She’s gonna try and burn my house down. I know it.” She sulked.

Harry chuckled at the outburst. He continued steering the cart towards the checkout area as she went back over the list, a small smile on his lips. 

"Don't be so overdramatic." He teased. "She's not gonna burn down your house. She's just jealous."

“Harry, she’s scared like, 4 women away from hanging out anywhere near you completely.” Y/N sighed. “I know you don’t see it as much, but she’s tenacious. I don’t know what’s going to get her to stop, but you need to actually have a conversation with her to tell her you’re not interested. Or whoever ends up being your girlfriend is going to have to deal with her crawling around.”

Harry’s smile faded slightly as she mentioned Nina’s past behavior. He knew she could be intense and possessive, but he didn’t realize the extent of her actions. Considering he hadn’t even slept with her, it seemed like a massive overreaction. Of course there had been natural curiosity over some of the women in their friend circle had gone, but now that question had been answered. 

He bit his lip, mulling over the words as he helped her load the groceries onto the checkout belt. "You’re right." He said finally, his voice serious as it broke up the beeping of the items being scanned. "I guess I didn’t realize it was that serious. M’sorry. I don't particularly want to have that conversation, but it needs to be had. I’ll talk to her."

Harry continued helping you with the groceries, lost in thought for a moment before speaking again. "I’ll talk to her soon, make sure she knows for sure me and her are never going to be a thing and if she wants to try and scare off anyone I talk to, she won’t be invited to anything else." He said firmly, his eyes serious. 

"But first," he added, breaking the tense air as his tone turned playful again, "We have to get these groceries home. I’m starving."

—

It was safe to say that she was even more confused than she had started off being. 

Harry helped her bring the groceries into her place. He helped her unpack. He even fed her cat while she washed the fruit so she could put it away. Helping himself to her house like he had a right to be there, a comfortability that had her a little spooked. 

It was hard to accept the thought of Harry actually liking her. First, she hadn’t ever seen him with a serious girlfriend. All she had been exposed to was seeing him fucking around with different people. Secondly, he was always so playful and unserious that internally, the most insecure part of her felt like maybe it was a trick, and it made her more apprehensive of him. 

It wasn’t fair of her to be so judgmental when she was not a virgin mary herself; she knew that she wasn’t giving him a proper shot, but it was scary. He was scary, in a way.  Maybe it was the idea of how far feelings could go if she gave in, but it felt hard to stop those original emotions she had towards him from coming back. 

“Thank you.” She said awkwardly as Harry sat at her breakfast bar. “Um, for helping put away the stuff and bringing it inside. That was really nice of you.”

Harry, who was lounging in a chair at the breakfast bar, chuckled at the awkward gratitude.  "S’no big deal." He said, his tone casual. "I’m happy to help." 

He leaned back in the chair, his eyes roaming over her face, his favorite thing to do. Watching her was the best part of being around her.  He could see the tension in her shoulders and the uncertainty in her expression, and it made him wonder what was going on in that head of hers. Why she was so apprehensive. Yeah, he knew he had a weird dynamic with her before, but no one thought of him as a bad guy.

The longer he looked, the longer Harry could tell that there was something bothering her, and he wanted to find out what. Call it morbid curiosity, but it was needed. He leaned forward a bit, his eyes locked on her pretty face.

"You seem a little tense." He said, his voice soft. "Is everything okay? You've been quiet since we got back."

She hadn’t expected him to call her out on it, but she should have. Harry was as blunt as they came, and she could have laughed at it if she didn’t feel a little anxious. 

“I’m okay.” She wrapped her arms around herself, looking at her feet for a moment the soft green ladybug socks he had given her a laugh over. “I’m a little anxious, I guess. This new dynamic kind of… put me off kilter.” The confession hung in the air before she continued.  “I’m used to you being annoying and… I dunno. It’s unfair of me, but I keep getting nervous that this is some joke to you and you’re gonna go back to being obnoxious once I let my guard down.” She winced. “And I’m sorry. That isn’t fair to you when I know I haven’t been the nicest to you either. But I guess you intimidate me a little.”

Harry listened intently as she spoke, his expression softening as she revealed the source of the troubled look on her face. He knew that he had been a bit of an arse in the past too, and he could understand why his sudden change in behavior had thrown her off. 

He leaned forward on his hands, his gaze still fixed on the girl’s tense stance, lips rolled into her mouth. "I get it." He said quietly. "And I’m sorry if I intimidated you or made you uncomfortable. That’s the last thing I wanted to do."  He ran a hand through his hair, sighing softly. "And as for this being a joke... it’s not. Not in the slightest. Trust me."

“I guess I’m a little confused too.” She admitted. “Where all of this is coming from. I know we hooked up a few weeks ago, but you didn’t call me or anything after. I wasn’t expecting you to, don’t get me wrong, but then I felt awkward seeing you at all the events and stuff and you were acting normal. I never let you get alone with me on purpose because I didn’t want to hear you tease me for giving into you.”

Harry’s expression soured a bit as she brought up the hook-up. He knew he hadn’t done anything to dispel her doubts about his intentions, and he felt a pang of regret.  He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. How could he explain it without sounding as stupid as he felt? “I know I didn’t call you after, and I should have. I was an idiot… I just… I thought maybe you wanted me to chase a bit, that the ball had been left in your court after I dropped you off at home and… and I didn’t think, honestly.”  He ran a hand through his hair, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. 

“You have to understand why I’m a little uneasy.” With arms wrapped around herself, she let herself look back up at him. There was no trace of joking on his features and it did make her feel a tad bit better.  “It’s not that I didn’t like… what we did.” It was the best she’d ever had. “But I think I’m not cut out for just hooking up. I don’t regret it, even if I acted like I did.” She decided to give him a tiny bit of her vulnerability to see what he did with it. “I just know that hooking up, for me, never ends well. And I don’t know you really well, Harry.” She fiddled with the hem of her shirt, nerves shot. The last thing she wanted to do was seem desperate about locking him down or something, but she couldn’t lie to him or herself.

“I’m not trying to make you feel any sort of pressure to want to date me or anything. I’m just trying to lay down a boundary that for me, I think I’m one of those people that really needs an intimate connection and trust with someone. For some reason I trusted you that night, and I know you wouldn’t harm me in that way, but sobered up and standing in front of you, I feel a little apprehensive. Like, I don’t want you to feel any sort of pressure from me, but in order to have me in the way you said you want… it has to have some level of commitment is basically what I’m trying to say.”

Harry listened intently as she laid down the boundaries, his expression thoughtful. He could see the vulnerability in her eyes and in the way she fidgeted with her shirt, and it tugged at his heart in a way he hasn't felt before.  The last thing he wanted was for her to feel any sort of regret and he was glad she hadn’t so far, but he had to appreciate her laying out the law here. It gave him direction on where to go. When she finished speaking, he took a moment to process the words before responding. He can feel the seriousness of the conversation, and it's clear that she wasn’t making demands lightly.

He took a deep breath, his own vulnerability on display in his honest gaze. It was imperative to him that she understood how much he got it. How dedicated he would be to it if given the chance. "I understand." He said quietly, licking over his bottom lip. "I understand that you need a committed relationship, darling. I also understand that you need trust and intimacy in order to get there." he added, his voice soft. 

He took a moment to organize his thoughts, then continued speaking. It should be laid out in front of her. “You know, I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately… about us, I mean.”

“What do you mean?” She asked quietly, taking the moment to look him in the eye. It was the most serious she had ever seen him. Usually he had that smirk on his face, so smug or teasing, he’d be poking and prodding at her to get a reaction- but nothing about this interaction was insincere. It was almost off putting to see him this way.

Harry's gaze met hers, his eyes intense. "I mean that I've been thinking about us in a more serious way." he admitted.  He took a deep breath, his expression tentative. "I know I've been kind of hot and cold with you… and I know that I've played games in the past. But after we hooked up… I really couldn’t stop thinking about you. How different we were like that… How good it felt. So I want you to know that... I don’t want to play games with you. I want t’be serious about this."

Y/N hadn’t expected that answer. In all honesty she thought he’d reject her, say he wasn’t into it and keep it moving. That was what she was prepared for- not this. That sort of confession had her realizing that maybe she really didn’t know him at all. She knew some parts, sure, but seeing him like this was brand new. This man in front of her was a familiar stranger, at least this new side.

“I’d have to get to know you better.” She brushed her hair behind her ear, giving him a tentative look. “And it would be a little slow. I think I could give you a chance, though. I’ve been unfair to you, I think. I feel like we… kind of got off on the wrong foot.”

Harry lets out a small sigh of relief, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “I’m okay with slow.” he says, his voice sincere. “I’m willing to work for it.”

He leaned back a bit, giving her a little more space as a hint of his usual playfulness returned to his features.. “And I think you’re right… we got off on the wrong foot. But I’m glad we’re taking the time to get to know each other now.”

——-

—— 

Harry was coming over again. 

It was strange. Since they’d agreed to explore something romantic, seriously, he had changed. Not completely, not to the point where she wondered who he was before, but enough to make her soften up. Hints of him being a pain in the ass we’re still there. But he was… sweet. Genuine. A little silly in a cute way that she hadn’t allowed herself to enjoy before. 

One of the biggest shocks of all, was the fact that he was so gentle with her. He handled her with care, even if he was a little overly touchy. She was getting used to it because she found herself liking it, but he was the first guy to really be a bit of a clinger. 

That was the last thing she had ever expected from him.

His touches were soft and sweet and he looked at her with this little twinkle in his eye that she knew he couldn’t genuinely fake it. He liked her- liked her , liked her. 

She was still a bit shy with him, but it was slowly melting away each time they saw each other. Now the nerves were barely there, being overtaken by anticipation and excitement. It wasn’t something she’d ever thought would happen- being excited and antsy to see Harry, wanting him back in her house. 

He was coming over tonight and she had been prepping for a bit, primping and priming herself even though she wanted to look casual. There was never once so far that he hadn’t told her she looked gorgeous, and it had started becoming part of her daily routine. She wanted to impress him, make him say it again and mean it.

Her tummy twisted as she heard his car door slam shut, smiling to herself as she adjusted her cropped top and went towards the door. 

He was beautiful. Really, gorgeous as she opened the door to reveal him in the early evening light. He looked a little tired from work,slight bags under his eyes, but his smile melted her a little as he walked right into the house, dropping his bag in the foyer with little care for its well-being and picked her up in a big hug. Her feet dangled as she squealed, strong arms wrapped around her waist as he lifted her effortlessly. 

“Hi.” She beamed shyly, feeling him set her down on the floor.

Harry couldn’t help but grin as he placed her down, his strong arms wrapping around her waist lazily.. He loved how delicate she felt in his arms, and he loved the way she squealed with surprise as he lifted her up a bit. Really, he loved most things that had to do with her. Taking a moment to admire her cozy appearance, his gaze lingered on her cropped top. “Hi.” He replied, his voice soft and warm. “You look beautiful.”

Like clockwork.

Before she could respond, Harry was pulling her back into a hug, burying his face in her shoulder as he held her, rocking slightly. A prime example of how touchy he was, unable to stop himself. He nuzzled her neck, letting his cool nose brush against the hot skin. “I missed you.” he mumbled, his voice muffled against her, leaving a little shiver in it’s wake..

When he said things like that it made her want to giggle madly, but also melt into a puddle. He truly meant it, was the thing, and she had a hard time understanding how this had happened. How he had gone from her little enemy to the person she looked toward to seeing the most. 

“I missed you too.” She admitted, fingers tracing down his back. It was an attempt to get more open about her feelings. Harry was being candid about his own, so she felt like she could extend him the same grace. Even if it was slightly terrifying, she had no reason to hold back anymore.

Harry pulled back slightly to look at her, a soft smile on his lips at her shy admission. "I like it when you say that." he teased, his voice low.  He brought his hands up to rest on her hips, his thumbs tracing small circles on the bare skin. He loved the way the cropped top revealed just enough to make him want more, and he found himself struggling to focus on anything but the feel of her body under his hands.

Harry wanted her, and there was obvious desire for her there. In all honesty, there was a lot of desire for her in general that he had done his best to keep under wraps  He’d been so good, trying so hard to prove himself- but that didn’t mean he was a saint. He was beyond attracted to her in every sense of the word, and it was hard to ignore that..

“Excuse me.” She let her smile grow, her tone playful. “My eyes are up here.” 

Y/N knew Harry wanted her in all of the ways, and he’d been exceedingly patient. He knew she was trying to build their connection before getting intimate with him again, and she appreciated it- but that didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy knowing he desired her. 

Or that she didn’t have those same urges.

Harry's gaze flicked back up to meet hers, a cheeky grin on his face. "I know where your eyes are. I look at them plenty, do I not?" He replied smoothly, his hands still resting on her waist, giving a gentle squeeze.  He couldn't help but let out a small laugh as she shot him a look, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "But you can't expect me to ignore the rest of you when you're wearing something as distracting as that." Testing the waters, he was seeing how far his flirtation could go.

“It’s loungewear, you freak.” She scoffed, a hint of a smile turning up her lips. Leggings and a cropped top were a bit of a reward for him, though. She figured if he had been so patient with her then he could at least get to look at her. “But I’m glad you like it.” 

Taking his hand in her smaller one, she led him towards the kitchen to show him the pizza boxes and salad she had made to pair with it, feeling weirdly shy about it. That was the theme of today, considering she had come to a conclusion in her head- but he didn’t need to know about it quite yet. “I knew you’d be hungry when you got off work, so I ordered ahead.”

Harry's eyes lit up as he saw the food, warmth spreading through him. No one had been thoughtful like that to him before, but of course she would be. This sort of thing was why he had liked her. He’d seen it time and time again with their other friends and secretly wished for some of it for himself, that sort of care… and now that he got it, he felt that yearning for her get a little bit stronger. He let out a low whistle. "You knew exactly what I needed." he murmured, a grateful smile on his lips. 

Pulling her into him, his arms wrapping around her waist from behind. He nuzzled her neck again, his breath warm on her skin. "You're too good to me." he murmured, his voice showing just how grateful he was.

Y/N shivered slightly as he spoke against her skin, large arms wrapping around her and making her feel that same brand of delicacy that only Harry had been able to accomplish. His arms were just… beautiful. Built and muscular, covered in those tattoos, she loved every single thing about them. Looking at them, feeling them, how he used them… she couldn’t admit it out loud yet, but being in his arms was one of her new favorite places. 

“You texted and said you didn’t sleep well and you had a rougher day at work and… I dunno. I thought maybe you’d like something ready when you came over. I would have cooked myself but I had a workshop.” She rambled on a little bit, feeling the need to overexplain herself.

Harry squeezed her tighter, his chin resting on her shoulder. He inhaled her scent, his nose buried in hair as she spoke. 

"Mmm. " He hummed, his voice low and gravelly. He ran his nose over her throat, lips brushing against the sensitive skin. "You didn't have to do all this, you know." He moved his hands down over her hips, his thumbs tracing soft circles on the exposed skin there. "But I'm really grateful you did." He was quiet for a moment before speaking again, his grip on her tightening slightly. "Can I ask you somethin’?"

“Hm?” She replied. It was hard to focus. Sure, it would be awkward if anyone else say them just standing in her kitchen with the large man wrapped around her body, but no one else was there to judge her for indulging both herself and him in this sort of cuddle. 

Harry's body was pressed against her, a small smile on his lips. He really did enjoy this moment of quiet intimacy just as much as he enjoyed the more energetic moments where they’d go out or he’d help her take care of her garden.

"Can I stay over tonight?"

It should have been a scarier question to her, all things considered, but the answer came out of her mouth naturally. 

“Sure.” She nodded. There was no second guessing it either. “Is that what that bag was?” She realized he had brought in a bigger duffle than his usual work one, but she had thought it was maybe just to change from his work clothes.

Harry's smile grew as she agreed so easily. "Mhmm." he hummed, his voice low. His hands moved up her sides, tracing the curve of her waist. "I wanted to be prepared just in case you said yes." Presumptuous? He’d prefer the terms hopeful, even confident. They’d been doing so well, he had to at least ask.

He pulled back slightly, looking down at her with a hint of a smirk on his face. "So... where can I sleep?"

He turned her in his grip, letting her look up at his face now with narrowed eyes. Her heartbeat quickened though she tried to calm it down. He was teasing her a little bit, but he did genuinely want to know. 

“If you promise no extreme funny business… you can sleep in my bed.” She placed her hand on his bicep, squeezing a little. It was her own reward. “But remember, Harry. No sex. Okay?” Gliding her other hand up to cuff over the back of his neck, she decided it was finally time to tease him back a bit. “However… If you’re really, really nice to me… I may let you kiss me again.”

Harry's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with a hint of challenge. He leaned down, bringing his face closer to the girl’s.  "You're being bold, darling." he teased, his voice low and playful. "Are you trying to tempt me?"

“A little.” She hummed. “I like when you’re sweet to me. So if you keep it up, I’ll let you kiss me as long as you’d like tonight. I know I’ve been holding all of that intimacy hostage…” 

It had been driving him wild. Near kisses and her letting him brush his hand over the curve of her ass a few times before putting them back up to her hips, he’d tested the waters but got rejected. Now, she was loosening up a bit. 

“So.” She blinked up at him. “Are you gonna be nice to me tonight so you can kiss me?”

Harry's eyes glinted with a mixture of desire and playful mischief. He loved it when she teased him just as much as he loved it when she got all shy and flustered. Which one he likes more, he couldn’t tell. "Oh, I'll be so nice to you tonight you won't be able to stand it." he purred, his voice low and husky. 

He wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer until their bodies were flush against each other. "But I have one condition, little miss."

“What is that?” She questioned, unsure what it could be. With him, it could be anything.

"You have to promise me that if I'm being too... forward, you'll tell me to back off. I don't want to overstep. Even though I want to kiss you until you can't think straight. So promise me you'll speak up if I get too much." 

Her smile widened, nodding in agreement. He’d just earned himself quite a few points. Never had she expected him to be as respectful as he was, but she utterly adored it.  “I will. I promise, I’ll tell you.” She agreed, leaning up to kiss the curve of his jaw. “But it’s time for you to eat. I can feel your tummy grumbling.”

Harry let out a low chuckle, his eyes flickering over her pretty face. He loved the way her smile widened, and the feeling of her plump lips against his jaw send a shiver down his spine. More. He wanted more, and more, until their mouths were tingling and numb. Until she looked drunk on the kisses, clinging to him like he could only hope.

"Mmm. Okay, fine." he grumbled. "I'll eat. But only if you feed me, since you were so kind as to order ahead for me." He gave her a puppy-dog look, his lower lip jutted out in a mock-pout. It was good, she’s give him that- but not good enough.

“Absolutely not.” She snorted. “Nice try.”

[levvthan]

just a florist. | neuvillette x gn! reader

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words: 6,708

summary: Neuvillette was a frequent visitor to your humble garden centre in the heart of the Court. What began as a shared love for nature blossomed into a gentle friendship. But one afternoon, he arrived looking rather hot - his usual grace replaced with something unusual. Something was clearly off… but what?

!! content: smut, fluff & slight angst, breeding, size difference, mating cycles/in heat, biting, clothed sex, fingering, rough sex, knotting

A warm spring breeze drifted through the small garden center, carrying the mingling scents of blooming flowers and damp earth. It brushed against your skin, gentle and soothing, as sunlight streamed through the glass panes. 

Kneeling before a cluster of delicate flowers, ready to be potted and displayed, you pressed the trowel into the rich soil. Your fingers brushed against the flower's roots, feeling its fragile threads as you carefully nestled it into place.

The soft chime of the garden center’s door rang out, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps. “Good morning,” a familiar voice greeted from behind. 

Neuvillette had become a regular customer at your garden centre. At first, he only visited every few months, but soon those visits turned into weeks, and before long, he found himself stopping by one day a week during his off-duty hours.

It had become an unspoken routine between the two of you. You’d even found yourself investing in new stock more often, just to keep him entertained and ensure there was always something fresh for him to admire.

Setting aside your trowel, you looked up, your gaze meeting Neuvillette’s figure, illuminated beautifully by the golden sunlight. He stood there, his presence serene, “Ah - those are beautiful,” he gestured towards the flowers you were potting.

“They’re Dendrobium, native to Inazuma,” you said with a smile, gently pressing the last bit of soil around the scarlet plant. “I’ll be with you in just a second, Monsieur Neuvillette.”

He chuckled softly, a warm grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Please," he uttered, his tone light, "you know that you may call me just Neuvilette."

“I’m only teasing,” you mused playfully, delicately placing the flower you’d just potted upon the lower shelf, as you reached for another. 

Idly, Neuvillette lingered over you, eyes fixed on your movements. Your articulate hands molded around the dirt with practiced ease, gently pressing it into place as you worked. When you glanced up at him, he slowly turned away.

“Do you mind if I crack open that window? It’s getting rather stuffy in here,” he asked, fingers fidgeting at his ruffled collar as if the warmth of the room had suddenly become noticeable.

You looked up and laughed softly before nodding. “Go ahead.”

Neuvillette hummed, his tall figure moving gracefully as he reached for the glass pane. Though he wasn’t in his usual work attire, he was still dressed as prim as ever. He swiftly opened the window, the fresh air swept in, and his elegant head of hair danced against the breeze.

You glanced back down at the now-potted plant in your hands, but something made you do a double-take. Your brow furrowed slightly as you studied him. Had his hair always had that many blue tethers? And his arms, were they broader than usual? The fabric of his sleeves and trousers strained slightly against his frame. 

However, you shook the thought away, quickly returning to your work - perhaps he’d been working out.

After a few minutes, “Thank you for waiting,” you smiled, rising to your feet and brushing off any loose soil from your apron. With a curious glance, you added, “Now, would you like to view this week's stock?” 

“Ah, first, could you tell me about these - Dendrobium?” He cast an intrigued gaze down at the Inazuman flowers, his eyes lingering on their vibrant petals as if they held a secret waiting to be unraveled.

“Of course, however, these flowers hold quite a dark story, really.” Your words seemed to earn an intrigued look from Neuvillette as he swiftly situated himself by your side.

You opened your mouth to tell the tale, yet a strange smell caught your attention, causing a brief distraction. It wasn’t unpleasant, just something… unfamiliar. You side-eyed Neuvilette, but quickly wrote the idea off, it was most likely the aroma of the Dendrobium's.

“It… it is said that they bloom most gracefully where blood has been spilled,” you told him. “Emerging from battlefields, after wars have been fought.”

“A symbol of both the violence and the resilience that follows,” Neuvilette muttered, his finger resting thoughtfully on his chin. “That’s quite a beautiful story, if you were to ask me.” His eyes still resting on the flowers, a quiet appreciation settled in his gaze.

You paused, pondering his words for a moment, before a memory struck you. “If you’re interested in something like that, I do have some other new-in-stock plants you may like,” you suggested, a hint of excitement in your voice.

Neuvillette smiled down at you as he nodded, and there it was again. That odd aroma, causing your nostrils to twinge. Yet, before you were able to address it this time, the garden center’s door chimed, the sound cutting through the air and drawing both of your attention.

“Hey! You sold me a faulty lawnmower… again !” A man at the door hollered rudely, his voice grating against the peaceful atmosphere. Neuvillette raised an eyebrow as you both turned toward the commotion.

You scoffed lightly, shaking your head. “I’m sorry, I’ll be back,” you said before hurrying over to the agitated customer, bracing yourself for the inevitable chiding.

Neuvillette shot you a look of understanding before turning his attention back to the plants. He leisurely made his way down a nearby aisle, his fingers grazing over delicate leaves as he browsed, making sure he was within earshot of your exchange with the disgruntled man.

You had dealt with this customer before, an elderly local with a notoriously short temper. He did his usual of chastising the store for not unboxing and testing the product beforehand. Inevitably, you offered him a refund and, out of the kindness of your customer service heart, offered him a discount on a newer model.

After some time, the senior soon left, his mood noticeably brighter and satisfied with the resolution, as per usual. You let out a small sigh of relief, as you returned to Neuvillette, who was still standing among the displays, his eyes wandering over the selection of your stock.

Before you could apologise for the interruption, he spoke first.

“They shouldn’t be allowed to treat you in that manner,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly as his finger touched a petal of a nearby flower. Then, he added, “I thought you were no longer resorting to discounts?”

You sighed, recalling the conversation you’d had weeks prior. “I know, I know,” you admitted, rubbing the back of your neck. “But it’s the policy I put in place, but hey, I’m not losing money anymore.”

“That man, he comes back every few weeks,” Neuvillette noted, his tone laced with quiet suspicion. “And, surprisingly, every former purchase he has made has been ‘faulty’.” His fingers idly traced the edge of the petal as he cast you a knowing glance.

“I just want to keep up that good reputation, Neuvillette,” you hummed, knowing what he was getting at. “You know there’s a lot of competition here in the Court.” Your voice was light, but the weight of your words lingered in the air.

“I could-”

“No,” you interrupted, running your fingers through your hair. “No, thank you. Honestly, the business is doing fine.” You gave him a small, reassuring smile, hoping he could see the sincerity in your words.

You’d met Neuvillette whilst you were deep in a rather hefty debt. Over the course of his visits, time and time again, he had offered to help. He had more mora than anyone in Fontaine, and his wealth meant he could easily support you if you ever needed it. It was truly kind of him to offer a helping hand. Yet, each time, you felt a twinge of guilt for shooting him down.

However, his tone soon deepened, “I wasn’t going to offer my charity,” He countered, much to your surprise. “Perhaps, I could have a word with him, is all.” 

You had begun to remove your apron, but the words that left his mouth rendered you completely dumbfounded. You had never expected him to suggest such a thing, using his title as the Iudex of Fontaine to get through to a customer. It wasn’t like him at all.

“Neuvillette, what’s gotten into you?” you questioned, confusion etched across your face. “He’s only an elderly man, I can handle my own business just fine.”

Neuvillette took a step back, lowering the flower from his nose. Your eyes met his, and for a fleeting moment, you found yourself wondering if they too looked particularly different. You both stood there for a beat, taking in what he’d suggested.

“I apologize, I’m not feeling the best today, is all,” Neuvillette cleared his throat, his voice gentle. He placed the flower in his grasp back down on the shelf, as he toyed with his collar once more. 

You sighed. “I figured something wasn’t right.” A bead of sweat running down his forehead caught your attention, and with concern, you reached up, placing a hand against his skin. “Are you ill? Gosh, you do have quite a temperature.”

His expression became unsure as he reached up to touch your hand, but his arm faltered. His lips quivered, as if he were about to speak, but hesitation held him back, his gaze shifting between your hand and your eyes.

“Come, I have some herbal remedies that might help,” you said, giving him one last glance back.

He hesitated once more, a moment of uncertainty that didn’t go unnoticed, but soon silently accepted your offer. As you turned to walk away, he followed, the two of you weaving through the aisles. The soft rustling of leaves could be heard, guiding you both into the back room.

As you entered, you gestured toward a chair beside the door, propped open with a bucket. The backroom was small and quiet, its calm atmosphere contrasting with the untidy mess scattered about. Plants, garden equipment, and other trinkets which awaited to be stocked.

Handing Neuvillette a bottle of water from your unit, he took a seat with a soft huff, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket. He wiped away the lingering sweat from his forehead, his movements slow and deliberate as he tried to steady himself.

Meanwhile, you rummaged through the cluttered drawers of your desk, searching for what you needed amidst the tangle of papers and tools. “Ah, here,” you chimed, eventually holding up a small packet of herbs.

“I’ve used these before, they’re great for fevers,” you said, striding back over to Neuvillette. However, as you approached, your expression shifted. He was slightly slouched, a posture you’d never seen from him before, his half-lidded eyes fluttered as he absentmindedly toyed with his shirt collar once again.

“Looks a little tight, perhaps you’ve had a growth spurt,” you remarked lightly, your playful tone softening as you moved to prepare the herbs. “Have some of that water while I brew this up for you.”

As you reminded him, Neuvillette wasted no time, the sound of the bottle crinkling as he opened it. He practically guzzled it down, only to choke slightly, his hand resting lazily against his chest as he coughed. You glanced over your shoulder at him, a hint of worry creeping in. You’d never seen him unwell before, and it was starting to unsettle you.

“Have you visited a doctor yet? Or has this only just begun to flare up?” you questioned, as you mixed the tea and herbs together. You waited for his response, but there was only silence, his gaze fixed downwards, odd .

You brought the freshly brewed tea over to him, in a delicate teacup, placing it on the nearby unit. The water bottle he’d drained was clutched tightly in his hand, while his left leg was sprawled out, distant from the other.

“Th-thank you,” Neuvillette managed to choke out, his voice hoarse as he wiped his forehead once more. He replaced the scrunched water bottle with the cup of tea, lifting it to his lips and taking a careful sip, the warmth seeming to soothe him slightly.

You smiled sympathetically, hoping the tea would provide some relief, before heading back to the drawer. “If it helps, I do have another packet. You’re welcome to take it,” you offered. 

However, the sudden, deafening sound of his cough startled you, making your heart skip a beat. His face twisted as he hastily set the now empty teacup down. It clattered against the surface, you stood frozen for a moment, unsure whether to rush to his side or give him space.

“Is it not sitting well? I’m sorry, I thought it’d help,” you apologized quickly, regret washing over you as you glanced over at the cup and back at him.

“No, no, it’s not that,” he replied, shaking his head slightly, his voice still strained. His hand rested on his knee as he propped himself up, as he fixed his eyes on your figure. “The tea, it’s lovely, I’ll take another packet.” 

In the back of your mind, you figured he was just being his polite self. Still, you searched around for the packet you’d dropped, and as you turned, you saw it resting idly on the wooden floorboards behind you. You strained a little, bending over to pick it up - your ass unknowingly waving in the air, as your back was turned to Neuvillette.

However, in the midst of your motion, another loud thud echoed through the room. You yelped, startled, as the chair Neuvillette had been sitting in clattered to the floor. Swiftly, you turned back around, only to find him gone. 

“Neuvillette?” You called out as you hurried toward the door. Just as you reached it, you heard the familiar chime of the garden centre’s entrance opening, followed by the sharp sound of it closing. 

The sudden silence that followed made your heart race as you scanned the store, confusion and concern settling over you. Was the tea really that awful? Was it something you’d said? The unanswered questions swirled in your mind, leaving you standing there, utterly bewildered.

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The evening had come quickly, and the events from earlier lingered in your mind, refusing to let go. You couldn’t shake the confusion; Neuvillette had never acted like that in front of you before. His sudden departure, the strange behavior.

Maybe he had felt like he was going to throw up and didn’t want to embarrass himself? It was a stretch, but the possibilities kept running through your mind. 

Amidst your worries, you’d carefully arranged a beautiful display of flowers, the foreign ones you had yet to show him that morning. You had even handwritten a delicate card, reading ‘Get well soon,’ though you made sure not to include the small packet of herbs inside.

It felt like the right thing to do, a gesture to show you cared, even if you weren’t entirely sure what was going on with him.

With everything ready, you set off for Palais Mermonia, Neuvilette's place of work. The walk was quiet, as you took the less crowded route through the Court of Fontaine. The flowers within your small basket bounced with every step you took, trudging up many steep steps along the way. You hoped he’d be there, that he’d accept your gesture, and that he was alright.

Soon enough, the building loomed ahead, its grandeur almost overwhelming up close. You hadn’t visited often, only a few times before when the Palais’ maids had ordered bouquets, and each time, the sight of it took your breath away. Ornate stonework and tall, sweeping windows gave the building an almost ethereal presence.

“Name, please,” the frontman at the door asked, his tone formal and unbothered. However, soon enough, he noticed your basket. “Ah, you’re the florist Monsieur Neuvillette recommends, correct?” 

"Yeah, that’s me," you replied, surprised the frontman remembered you. You adjusted your grip on the package. "I’ve got a delivery for him, may I enter?" 

"Of course. Do you know your way?" The frontman smiled warmly, stepping aside to let you in. His gaze lingered on the basket in your hands. "I must say, those are beautiful, definitely of Monsieur Neuvillette’s taste." His voice carried a note of admiration as he reached out slightly, tempted to touch the delicate petals.

You subtly drew the basket away, forcing a polite smile. "Ah, indeed," you replied, adjusting your grip on the handle as you stepped forward. The Palais' grand hall stretched before you, its towering columns and gilded accents exuding an air of prestige.

Your nerves held steady as your footsteps echoed across the polished marble. In the air, the traces of melted candle wax enveloped your nostrils as you made your way through winding corridors.

After a short trek, both steadying your nerves and admiring the decor, you stopped before Neuvillette’s office door. Taking a slow breath, you reached for the handle. However, your hand faltered as you looked down at the gift basket with a doubtful gaze. 

You stood for a moment, the grand dark-wooden door towering before you. Would he truly appreciate this gift? Thoughts scrambled in your mind as you hesitated, reaching for the door time and time again, until you heard a faint noise on the other side.

Brows furrowing, you stepped closer, pressing your ear against the door. A deep, brief mumble followed by more murmurs, growing louder with each passing second, until a loud groan broke through the stillness.

Your eyes widened in shock, was he in pain? Panic gripped your chest, tightening around your heart, and without thinking, you flung the door open. But as it creaked, the sound felt deafening, and when you finally saw what was before you, your body froze, the scene before you impossible to grasp.

Neuvillette, in all his elegance, was sprawled out on a nearby couch, his shirt undone in a way that left little to the imagination. Horror twisted your features as you realized what you’d stumbled upon, your eyes involuntarily travelling lower, and lower, with each passing second.

You watched as his head tilted fully over the couch’s armrest. Each hot breath he took seemed to echo in the silence, deep and uneven, as he stroked his cock in a desperate, eager pace. 

His balls were somewhat tangled in his undergarments, as he’d made no effort to take off his trousers. His cock was a light shade of crimson, flicking his wrist, his pace quickened, as his grip tightened around his length.

After what felt like an eternity, completely lost in horror, the moment was shattered when you dropped the gift basket from your hand. It hit the floor with a loud thud, pulling you and Neuvillette back into reality.

Quickly, his head snapped up, his face twisted in surprise as his eyes met yours. He lay there, within the hot mess he’d created, shallow pants escaping from between his lips, each breath strained. 

"Oh! Archons!" you squealed, hastily covering your eyes as you turned away, the heat of embarrassment flooding your cheeks. "I... I just wanted to bring you these. These, on the floor - I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Neuvillette!" 

"No, no, it's quite alright," he replied quickly, his voice coarse, followed by the sound of him shuffling with his undergarments, then the zipping of his flyer.

" Quite alright ?! How could you say such a thing?" You bellowed, your heart racing. "I… I need to leave, I’m so sorry." Panic surged through you, and you blindly reached out for the door, desperate to escape.

However, you choked on your breath as you heard the door slam shut in front of you, the sound sharp and deafening. You jolted, as your eyes remained covered tightly by your hand, feeling a bead of sweat drip down your neck. 

"D-did you just close the door? Neuvillette? Why would you -" you asked, your voice quivering. Your hands flailed in the air, desperately searching for the handle. But you were cut off abruptly, feeling his hand grip your wrist tightly, pulling it away from your eyes.

Standing before you, you glanced up, eyes wide in shock. Neuvillette’s face was flushed, hair tousled, stray strands framing his features. Blue tethers, and more of them, shimmering and pulsing, his eyes were a brighter, fluorescent shade of aqua. Sweat dribbled from his forehead, tracing a line down to his chest.

He looked back at you, his expression stoic and unreadable. "I suppose it is no longer a secret between me and you," he said, his voice low, confusion twisted across your panicked face.

"I..." Neuvillette began, his gaze sweeping over you one last time. "I am… a dragon." The words hung in the air, leaving your mouth a gape. You could’ve come up with a thousand things he could’ve said instead, but this? This was entirely unexpected.

“What? I don’t understand, why, why do you say that?” You shook your head, taking a step back, his grip on your wrist falling. “Is this some sort of joke?”

The office fell into an awkward silence. "If what you're saying is true, then," Your eyes narrowed as confusion gave way to frustration, "then how is that relevant?! I just walked in on... on... oh! Never mind!" You threw your hands up in embarrassment, trying to push the image from your mind.

“I am in heat.”

Wide eyes, taking in his figure, he still dripped with an uncomfortable amount of sweat, the stains dark against his white shirt. In his stance, he stood tall, almost unaware, as his chest rose and fell with each shallow breath he took. Once again, your eyes couldn’t help but travel lower, his cock straining within his pants, leaving a thick imprint down the side of his thigh.

If your brain could combust into flames, now was definitely the time. You winced, covering your eyes once again. “Oh, Neuvillette! What do you mean you’re in heat?!” 

His expression remained steady, unaffected. Meanwhile, you felt like you were suffocating in a wave of mortification. You wanted to run, to disappear, to forget this ever happened. 

"My apologies," he said, his footsteps drawing closer. "Come now, it’s alright," he uttered, as he gently but decisively tore your hand away from your face once again. 

You shook your head in disbelief, clutching it in a tight grasp as you swatted his hand away, whining in anguish. "I don’t understand!" 

The fact that he could remain so calm stood in contrast to the storm in your head. Deep down, you knew - this moment, this absurd, intimate shift between you - it had changed your relationship forever. There was no going back.

"I realise this information is rather difficult for a human to take in." Neuvillette tilted his head slightly, his long strands of white hair shifting, his tethers bobbing gently. His gaze remained steady, as if trying to decipher the emotions written across your face.

Slowly, in the back of your mind, it all started to add up. His strange presence, his unearthly aura. Every resident of Fontaine knew of his age, yet it was said that his lifespan was a divine gift from the Archons, but Neuvillette was not one to lie. 

Another bead of sweat ran down his forehead as his words hit you, “I… don’t know what to say.” You sighed, face remaining almost as hot as lava. “I can’t believe I just… walked in on… you…”

The pair of you stood there for a beat, in an awkward, tense silence. "I just wanted to check up on you, the way you’d left in such a hurry, you worried me.” You muttered, voice low.

Slowly, Neuvillette’s hand lifted to gently touch the side of your head. He stroked your temple softly, which made you flinch at first, before you accepted it. He continued to stroke your temple, his touch more deliberate now, grounding you, and your nerves began to settle.

A hot pulse shot through your body, like a bolt of lightning. The words that left his mouth left you speechless. "I’ve always thought you were beautiful." A soft smile crept onto his lips, tender as he looked at you. The tension in the air shifted. 

“What?” you choked out, but before you could finish, a jolt of a now electrifying pulse ran down your spine. A squeak shot through your lips, as his soft strokes to your temple soon were replaced with a soft squeeze of your cheek.

Eyeing his hand upon your head, you opened your mouth to speak, but stopped. "Normally, I'm able to contain it , but earlier, when you bent over... it just struck a chord within me," Neuvillette admitted.

Neuvillette’s hand quickly traveled down to your chest as you breathed shakily. He began to loom closer, his figure towering above you, as if you were the smallest thing in the world. 

“Neuvillette - what’s gotten into you?” Voice quivering, as your gaze followed his hand, you breathed shakily, soon feeling his hot breath surge across your face. 

“I told you, I am in heat.” He replied in a low whisper, “Do you wish to satisfy my needs? Is that why you haven’t left yet?” 

You stood still, unsure of what to say; however, after a while, his touch soon turned relentless. Toying with the course fabric of your coat, as his hand then slipped beneath its folds, fingers meeting your waistline. They travelled up and down, in a slow motion, before his thumb began to circle your hips. 

His immediate shift in demeanor made your insides twinge. One hand simply became two, sliding your coat off as he then gripped onto your waist, rubbing circles harder and harder, as he slowly pushed you towards the couch. 

You stumbled backwards, your back hitting the plush settee with a soft thud. Glancing up at him, his hair strung down, tickling the tip of your nose. His expression hadn’t faltered, but soon turned to one of lust, his eyes had grown half-lidded, complemented by the flush still set on his face.

At the back of your mind, you knew that you’d wanted this for months, but you still couldn’t shake the waves of embarrassment. It began to wash over you, shifting your gaze away in an attempt to hide your face. 

Neuvillette's slender finger reached up to your chin, gently forcing it back into place, as the action alone reminded you that his eyes were all on you. 

His finger then travelled down to your shirt, he began to unbutton it at a medium pace. Your chest rose up and down with every short breath you took, heart beating like a bunny rabbit. Soon, your skin was freed, the air nipped at it as he slid your shirt off, letting it fall onto the couch. 

Your eyes soon glanced up at his shirt, patchy and gray, as it hung loosely over his shoulders. You debated whether you should reach out, slide it off as he just did to you, but there was no need, as he undid the remainder of his buttons. 

The pair of you were soon skin to skin, as he took a seat beside you, pulling your figure onto his lap. His sheathed length pressed against your clothed sex, still wary, you decided not to melt into his touch too heatedly. 

That was before a lukewarm sensation found its way around your nipple. He propped you up higher, his hands clasping your ass, as he was eager to get a better taste. All you could do was moan, head slumping beside his, the scent of his sweat engulfing your nose. 

Soon, you let out a wince, as he harshly squeezed your ass without warning. His fingers toyed with your clothed flesh, touch almost comparable to a beast longing to rid you of any restraints.

He still eagerly sucked on your nipple, which soon turned to slight nipping. By now, your mind was elsewhere, and you’d completely melted into him. You could tell he was growing hungry, his clothed cock which strained against his trousers prodded and poked at your sex. 

A deep moans escaped your lips, as you felt his cock twitch at the sound of yourself. With a pop, he freed your nipple from his lips, he grunted shallowly as he watched the trail of saliva travel down your abdomen. 

He freed your ass from his squeezed grasp, as his fingers began to toy with the hem of your trousers, soon unbuttoning them like he did with your shirt. He toyed and toyed, but taking such a thing off in this position was rather difficult.

You huffed in frustration, eager to free the rest of your body, you silently opted to stand and pull them off yourself.

However, there was no need. A harsh rip rang out through the office. Neuvillette let out a deep grunt, muscles tense, as he split them in half with ease. A long, garish tear travelled down your trousers, causing you to glance down in surprise. 

If it were any other scenario, you’d be in uproar, but there were other matters at hand.

You watched as Neuvillette’s hand travelled lower, followed by another deep grunt as it cascaded with a moan of your own. His slim index finger swiftly pulled your undergarments to the side, as it shadowed over your hole. 

You found yourself eager and waiting until he paused. Glancing up at him, confused, his eyes knowingly met your own as he tapped your chip. Opening your mouth, you allowed his finger in, tongue curling around it as you lathered it in saliva. 

No time was to be wasted, as he soon slid it out, a trail following along as he shadowed your hole once again. A relieving, passionate moan rang from your lips as he pushed it inside. 

You coiled inwards, forehead resting upon his shoulder, as you took his finger deeper. After a pause, allowing you to adjust, he began to thrust it up and down, in and out, until you became a steaming, moaning mess.

One finger soon turned to two, as his motions grew swifter with every passing second. You licked, nipped, and whined against his shoulder, as you subconsciously began to bounce up and down, chasing that approaching high. 

It was coming, you could feel it bubbling, steaming, as it continued to build with every inch his fingers grew deeper. Yet, the feeling faltered within an instant, leaving you eager and breathless, as you just were on the brink of short-circuiting. 

“Not yet,” Neuvillette muttered lowly, sliding his fingers out of you with ease. You shot him a look of disappointment and almost began to plead, before he answered for you.

Gently, he carefully helped you off of him, as he then stood up, now unbuttoning his trousers. In silent excitement, eyeing up his bulge, you also stood to take off your ripped pair. Though before you could even start, he softly pushed you back down. 

You slumped against the couch as you noticed that his expression was not one you’d witnessed before. A shift of fabric, the sound of his zipper, a tug and then a grunt. Your eyes travelled downwards, your mouth gaping as you took in the sight in front of you.

His cock seemed a lot larger up this close, your face contorting as your nerves began to heighten. It was long, thick with girth. Precum oozed out of him like a broken faucet, as he rewarded himself with a light stroke.

You whimpered, “How… is that even going to fit?” Your eyes widened and then narrowed, tilting your head back and forth as you contemplated the question.

“It’ll fit,” Neuvillette stated bluntly, stroking himself once again. His stare grazed over you, like he was sizing you up. You couldn’t tell if you hated it, or if it was just that his shift in manner unsettled you.

Though before you could even rebut against his claim, his hands found themselves toying with your flesh once more, squeezing your thighs. He ushered you to stand, but before you could even gain your balance, he twirled you around and pushed you back against the sofa, a lot more forceful this time. 

Ass up in the air, your thoughts began to wander, reminding you of the events that morning. You waited, and waited for Neuvillette's touch to find its way back onto your body. But it never came, causing you to look over your shoulder.

A gasp escaped your lips. He’d taken his trousers completely off, and his balls were now on complete display. They looked packed to the brim, as they hung below his oozing cock. He let out a slight wince as he stroked the aching tip once more.  

“I don’t know if I’m sure about -” Your face plummeted into the couch, smushing against its pillow.

Neuvillette’s cock entered you like a bullet, stretching your hole as your walls tightly wrapped around his length. You bellowed in pain, latching onto anything you could find, as he pushed himself in deeper and deeper. 

Shallow and coarse, a string of uneven moans left Neuvillette as he held your hips firmly against his. You felt his cock twitch as it strained inside of you, drops of sweat fell from his body fell coldly against your back. 

“It hurts! It’s too big!” You squealed, trying to edge yourself away, but his grasp held you in place, reminding you there was no turning back.

“You just need to adjust, you’re tighter than I imagined.” Neuvillette choked out between hot pants.

Your eyes tightened shut, gritting your teeth together. Slowly, he began to inch his cock in and out, the squelch from his juices mixing with yours, as the lustful sound of skin slapping together became more apparent.

Louder and louder, faster and faster, you moaned and moaned. It hurt, a lot, his cock was thick and unruly against your hole, but soon the pain was replaced with pleasure. 

Neuvillette began to let himself go completely, fucking you against the couch. His hand pinned your head down to the plush surface, his foot propped up beside your ass, as your back arched in a way once thought impossible.

His other hand soon gripped onto your hip, pulling you in closer. You felt his tip hit a spot deeper, feeling the slap of his balls, sending a fiery pulse across every inch of your body. “Neuvillette!” Was all you could say between your moans.

“Repeat it,” He grunted, his grip on the back of your head tightening.

“Neuvillette!” Again, “Neuvillette!” Each time you moaned out his name you felt his cock twitch and pump harder.

At this point, you were in a mating press. His long white hair stuck ickily to your body, adding to the sensation of having your hole abused by his cock. However, you gasped as he pulled you up along with him by your hair.

Without pulling out, you felt his cock twist and turn, as he sat you up so that you were in his lap. Not a moment to spare, he bounced you up and down with ease. You bit sharply into his shoulder, every squelch and slap of skin sending you into a lustful psychosis. 

“Look at me,” He ordered, but you couldn’t. The burning sensation building inside of you was far too intense, and you no longer had a pillow to grapple onto.

Neuvillette didn’t appreciate this. He gripped your hair once more, pulling your face away from his shoulder. Through half-lidded eyes, mouth wide open, you both breathed shakily, as you both looked at each other. 

He looked a mess, hair tousled, flushed cheeks, yet, his beauty remained untouched. If anything, it was more striking like this. Raw, unguarded, and real. There was intensity in his gaze, and it made your heart stammer in your chest.

He looked back at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes as his movements grew slower, almost hesitant, sloppy, even. His hands left your ass, hovering in the air for a moment. 

You didn’t understand if he was out of breath, if he wanted you to ride him. That was until his strong, muscular arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you upwards as he thrusted his cock deeper than ever. 

Whatever noise that left your mouth was certainly one you hadn’t made before. Relentless, he fucked you harder as he squeezed you tightly against him. You could hardly breathe, head growing dizzy, as your abdomen began to do somersaults. 

“Neuvillette! I’m gonna cum!” You bellowed, his cock not once faltered in abusing your insides.

Your breaths mingled with his, filling whatever space was left between you in a desperate rhythm. Overwhelmed, your body trembled as the moment rose. You reached your high, walls tightly engulfing his cock, making it harder for him to thrust.

Neuvillette soon followed, his breath warm against your cheek, as deep moans weren’t hard to escape his pursed lips. The intense pressure made your skin tingle, as his voice vibrated from his chest.

One last time, you felt his cock twinge once more, before, he unloaded the entire contents of his balls inside of you. He pressed you down deeply, as if his cock was a spear, not wanting to spare even a drop of his cum. 

Neuvillette quivered as he filled you to the brim, grip still fiercely tight around you. You gasped as you felt it dribble out, running down your inner thighs, soon meeting the couch's surface. 

The pair of you were far too exhausted to care about the aftermath. Whatever mess had been made, whatever mark left behind, it didn’t matter. All that existed now was the shared silence, the heavy breathing, and sweat merging in a sticky sequence. 

After a momentary pause, regaining energy, Neuvillette’s grip softened, shifting into something more tender as he pulled you into a quiet, heartfelt embrace. His forehead rested against yours, eyes closed, breath still unsteady. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, as if the weight of everything had finally caught up to him.

“It’s okay,” you muttered back, your voice soft against his skin. “I… I enjoyed it.” The words felt fragile leaving your lips, but honest.

You rested together in the quiet, the room dim and still. Faint lamplight flickered across the walls, and the air was thick with warmth and the scent of… something sticky. Outside, the world felt far away, like this moment belonged only to you and Neuvillette.

Soon, his cock, which remained nestled deep inside you, began to grow soft. More of his cum began to spill, creating a rather large pool around you both. You went to lift yourself off of him, but his hand gently stopped you, holding you in place.

“You can’t,” he said softly, his voice steady but carrying a hint of something deeper. 

“Why?” you asked. You looked up at him, waiting for an answer. He avoided your gaze, tussling with his hair as he pulled a strand stuck to his chin away.

“I’ve knotted.” He replied, you lifted an eyebrow, until a flicker of realization crossed your mind. For a moment, you were speechless, the reality in that you’d just fucked a dragon finally clicking in your mind.

Even if you wanted to move, you realized there was nothing you could do. The thought of causing him discomfort made you pause, and so you stayed, sinking deeper into his embrace, allowing yourself to relax in his arms.

After a short while, he broke the silence, his voice tentative. “We’re still friends, aren’t we?” His words hung in the air, a hint of uncertainty behind them as he searched your expression for reassurance.

You thought for a moment, guilt panging in your chest. The innocence of his question, so simple yet loaded, “Of course we are,” you replied softly, offering him a reassuring smile. “Your secret is safe with me.”

“Thank you,” he said, his chest rumbling as the sound of his voice carried out low and smooth. A faint smile tugged at his lips. “Perhaps next time, I can take you out on a date first.”

You both laughed softly, the sound barely more than a breath, but it eased his lingering worries. Wrapped in each other���s arms, with warmth settling between you like a quiet promise, you let the silence speak for itself.

A/N: I really rushed this towards the end. I know it’s lacking some depth and is just a bit off, but I really can’t be bothered to go back and rewrite it. Hopefully it wasn’t too bad, I hope you enjoyed!

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Doing Time 8

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Summary: you try to keep your brother safe in jail but put yourself in danger along the way.

Characters: con/ex-con!Steve Rogers

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Steve kneels between your legs. You quiver as he splays his hands over your thighs, kneading your tender flesh with a growl. He pushes himself back and bends over you, his weight sinking you into the mattress. His lips graze above his fingers, just beneath the trim of your panties, twisted still from his tending. 

His nose tickles you as he traces along the outside of your thighs, planting kisses all along your dimpled skin. You twitch and he snarls deep, giving a gentle nip. You spread your hands over the blanket and tense as he creeps closer to his prize. 

His breath dampens your skin and the thin lace, adding warmth to the slickness already there. 

He nuzzles the panties and drags his finger along the seam. He hooks beneath and tugs them aside. He startles you with the swipe of his tongue. You squeak and dig your heels into the bed. Your stomach coils in on itself and your core thrums with a new heat. You look down at his blonde head, the silver streaks falling forward and tickling your pelvis. You moan as he spreads his tongue wide and tastes you completely. He pulls his tongue up and flicks your clit with the tip. You whine again. 

You bend your legs as your muscles draw tight and you arch your back as he delves into you heedlessly. He groans and growls as he drinks you up shamelessly. Speckles of fire and ice spread over your thighs and up to your neck. You gasp as your breath shallows as the waves curl inside of you. 

He rocks his head and you clutch at the blanket. Your eyes roll back and tendrils wind around your chest and throat. You spasm and cum, heaving as the tides crash upon you in sheer ecstasy, washing away the layers of fear. 

He massages your thighs as he keeps going, pushing your legs wide. He devours you, smearing your delight all over his nose and chin. He fuels you to another climax, even more striking than the last, your legs twitching, your toes curling. 

You reach down to tug on his hair as his tongue swirls and swirls. 

"Please, please," you beg, "please-- Steve." 

He chuckles into you, a rumble that rolls through your guts. He gives one last swipe of his tongue and lifts his head. He looks up at you as your lashes flick open. Your head bobbles as you lift it to meet his gaze. His lips are shiny with your cum. 

He sits up on his knees, his boxers bulging as his chest flexes, his thick middle tautening. He moves closer and bends over you, holding himself above you on his elbows. You smell the sweetness on his breath as he sighs. 

"Say it," he snarls. 

You exhale and flutter your lashes. 

"Say you want me, baby." Your walls clench and your stomach ripples. You moan. He brings a hand to your chin and frames your face with his large hand. "Baby." 

"I--" you wisp. "I... want you." 

"Yeah?" He purrs. 

You nod into his hand. Maybe not, but you need him. In this state, you just need more.  

He pushes off of you. He hooks his fingers in the elastic of his boxers and raises himself he shoves them down, untangling himself as the bed bounces with his effort. He settles back down and grips your hips. His thumbs poke into your flesh and he lifts you just slightly.  

He shifts even closer as he drapes your thighs against his. You whimper as he grabs his dick, pumping his thick length as his throat locks up. He grits out a grunt. You can't look away from what's in his hand. He's... big. 

He aims his tip along your cunt and spreads your wetness over him. He groans as he does. He inches down to your entrance and pauses. He keeps his other hand on your hip and looks you in the eye. 

"You ready, baby?" 

Your lips part and you blink. You swallow dryly, "y-yes." 

His eyes fall down between your legs and he eases into you. Just his head before he stops. He bites his lip and dips in little by little, stopping with each inch as he feels you adjust to him. 

You twitch around him and he slides back. You shiver and slap the bed with a moan. He thrusts back in, deeper than before, and retreats again. He rocks, deliberately, stretching you until you’re squirming, before rearing back. With each plunge, he pushes your limits. 

He falls into a rhythm. He grips your hip tight as his other hand crawls up your stomach. He kneads the cushion there and grunt between shallow breaths. His jaw squares as his blue eyes turn smoky.  

He drags his hand down your side and along your thigh. He caresses down to your knee then pulls your legs up straight. He leans your foot against his shoulder, his hand wrapped around your ankle, and he kisses it. 

He keeps his motion as he purrs. Your brush your hand across the blanket and over your torso. You tremble as your fingertips graze your throat and over your chin. You bite into the heel of your hand and drone. 

You puff out as your insides tangle. He trails over your pelvis and wiggles his thumb between your folds. He rolls over your clit and you gasp. You tense up and reach for him. 

“Steve,” you squeal. 

He chuckles and does it again. You shake and he watches you fall apart. He lets your leg fall away from him and bends over you once more. He smothers your lips with his as he pumps into you. He twists his hand around and plays with you with his middle finger. 

You pout into his mouth as he hooks his arm beneath you. His tongue delves into your mouth. He pulls back with long strokes only to glide back in.  

You curl your arm around his and latch onto his bicep. You whine as you cum again, the slickness spreading up his pelvis and along your thighs. You clasp the back of his head and keep him there, tilting your hips as you welcome him deeper. 

He snarls and tightens his hold around you. He sits up with you against him. Your head spins. 

He fucks you from below as you match his pace. You shouldn’t. You know it but there’s something else that drives you on. Something desperate. Something... broken. He makes you feel wanted in a way you never have. Who he is, what he is, doesn’t matter in that moment. 

You hang your head back and moan. You cum again as you lean back, hanging onto his shoulders as your hips rock on their own. He growls and flicks his finger around your clit. Your thighs quake until you have no strength left. 

Before you can fall, he lays you down. He groans and you bat your lashes dozily. His eyes graze up and down your body. He fixates on your cunt and slowly pulls out. You twitch as he leaves you empty. 

He licks his lips and traces up your legs, to your pelvis, then hips, along your stomach, around the curves of your body, fondling your chest, then gently petting your throat. He cradles your head between his large hands as his thumb rubs your cheek. 

“I told ya, I'll take care of you.” 

He releases you and sits back. He grabs your hip and flips you over. You roll onto your stomach without resistance. His other hand latches around your side and he pulls your ass up. You whimper and rest your cheek against the blanket. Your sweat dampens it, your scent wafting into your lungs. 

He pushes his tip between your cheeks and down to your entrance. He slips into you once more. You moan. He bends over your back and loops his arm around your middle. He nestles his chin against your shoulder and sits back with you. 

He keeps your thighs splayed over his as he rocks beneath you. The pressure pulses in your core as he reaches to turn your head. He kisses you as he fucks you patiently. His tongue tangles with yours as his other hand flutters down your stomach. Again, he toys with your clit, plucking you to the edge. 

He frames your chin as he keeps you locked in. His tempo builds, your flesh clapping noisily as his thrusts reverberate through every part of you. You clutch his wrist and he kisses along your cheek as you babble. 

“Yeah, baby, this is what you needed, isn’t it?” He growls. 

You moan. You can’t speak. 

“I needed this too. Wanted it.” He huffs as his grip tightens. “Dreamt of it...” 

He bows his head and pants against your shoulder. His hair falls forward and tickles you. He ruts into you, faster and faster. His deep breaths turn to rocky grunts. He snarls and pushes you forward. 

He falls on you, crushing you to the mattress as he fucks you into it. He hammers into you until you’re whining. The bed frame shakes and knocks against the wall furiously. 

You feel him spill inside of you. He slows, easing out just to his tip, and plunging back in. The noise it makes sends a chill through you. 

He stills as he keeps you trapped against the bed. Your heartbeat calms and your breath comes easier. Your sweaty skin sticks to his. You’re exhausted. 

He isn’t. He starts again. Slow at first. His hips moving little by little, building to full strokes. In, out, in, out. You shudder beneath him. 

“Baby, I told ya, I’m not getting off you,” he pets your head as he finds his rhythm. “Mm, you’re perfect for me. Built for me.” He growls. “The way you’re clinging to me. I never felt anything like it.” 

Your lashes feel heavy as you blink dopily. He kisses your cheek. 

“Nah, you don’t do nothing. I got you. You let me do the work,” he purrs. “Nothing you gotta do.” He fucks you steadily but not enough to put himself over. “You’re beautiful, you know that? Goddamn gorgeous--” 

You close your eyes as they tinge and your nose tingles. Beneath the pleasure and the adrenaline, is something else. Something you don’t think of. You bend your arm and squeeze his bicep. 

“Baby...” he purrs. 

“Steve,” you sniffle. “Steve, please--” 

“That’s it. Let yourself feel good.” 

“Steve,” you croak and the first tear trickles out. You slap his arm. “I-- get off! Please, I--” 

You turn your face down to hide the sudden overflow. You fold your arm under your head as your back wracks. He stops and caresses your hair. He hushes you as you try to suck back the sobs. 

“I’m sorry--” 

He pulls out and forces you onto your back, right onto his arm. He holds you, one hand rubbing your thigh as he cooes. 

“Baby, what’s going on? Is it something I did?” He asks. 

There’s a lot he’s done that scares you, but this is something else. It’s ridiculous. Pathetic. Why are you even crying. 

“Baby, please, did I hurt you?” 

You shake your head and stare at his chest, hiding behind your webbed lashes. You wipe your face with the back of your hand. 

“It’s nothing, really, I’m just...” you scoff at yourself. “It’s been a while.” 

“Me too, baby. You don’t have to be embarrassed.” 

“Yeah, uh...” you flick away tears, frustrated as they keep flowing. 

“I’d wait just as long again to be with a woman as beautiful as you--” 

“Steve,” you turn your head away. 

“What?” 

“Stop that,” you hiss. 

“Stop what?” 

“Lying.” 

“Lying? I told ya. I won’t do that.” 

“Stop calling me that.” 

“Calling you... beautiful?” 

You nod and stare at the wall. He laughs. 

“I gotta tell the truth, baby-” 

“It’s not true.” You catch his wrist as he trails up your stomach. “Alright.” 

“That’s what making you cry?” 

“No-- yes. N--” you sputter. You sniff. “No one ever... said it. It’s not true.” 

He shakes you off of him. He brings his hand up to your chin and turns your head. “Look at me.” 

You look down. 

“Baby, listen to me. Look.” 

The stone in his timbre makes you obey. You look into his blue eyes. They winkle as he gazes at you. 

“You’re the most beautiful thing I ever seen. You’re the reason I got out. Without you, I woulda gotten ten years for bashing in the next pest who got under my feet.” His thumb rubs along your cheek. “I was good. For you.” He leans in, “cause I need you that bad.” 

He presses his lips to yours, stemming all argument and any more tears. You’ll believe his lies. It’ll make this easier.  

[cup1dluvhss]

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊TENSION, written by cup1dluvhs

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊as the editor for slushy noobz, it’s become common for you to spend the evening at hamzah’s so he can observe your work. eventually, the tension between the two of you becomes to much to bare and hamzah snaps.

| warnings: tension, swearing, making out

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‘holy shit, this is amazing.’

hamzah’s voice echoed in your ear as you tried not to look at him, an evident blush on your cheeks as you laughed softly, his head positioned over your shoulder as he gazed at your laptop screen.

you had been the editor for slushy noobz for some time now, having known mandy through a friend. you occasionally edited videos for some youtubers as a side hustle, but all it took was a dm from martin after mandy told him about you, for you to be sat in front of a computer screen for the majority of the day. it sounded bleak and boring, yet you didn’t hate it.

why? because of him.

hamzah was the very reason editing 24/7 wasn’t slowly killing you. he was kind, warm and funny—and not to mention exactly your type— and never failed to get your heart beating.

it was times like this when he would praise you, give you compliments, where you couldn’t even form a proper sentence to respond to him due to the nerves you felt.

‘it’s not that great, hamzah.’ you said, trying to keep your composure as you leaned back into his couch, your eye-lids slightly heavy from the consistent work you had been doing.

hamzah had been inviting you to his house recently so he could see what you were up to, and where you were in terms of editing different videos. at first, you thought it was a little strange, because you could edit videos no problem at home without his guidance, but now—it felt normal, and his presence felt like it had always been there.

‘y/n—seriously, this is the funniest shit i’ve ever seen.’ he said, his voice low and husky in your ear as you bit your lip, a smile on your face.

‘you helped.’ you mumbled slightly, watching out of the corner of your eye as hamzah rolled his own.

‘i wish you’d take credit for the things you do for me, y/n. i’m not paying you to stay humble.’ he said, his hand landing on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze as you tensed under his touch.

you didn’t expect him to—but hamzah noticed.

he was about to walk off, but he paused, his hand still on your shoulder as he clicked his tongue.

‘you okay? you seem kinda—tense, today.’ hamzah chuckled as if he was reading your mind, your heart instantly thumping against your chest as you finally registered what he was saying.

‘—what? oh, i’m fine. what do you mean?’ you said, trying to act clueless as hamzah circled around the couch, now facing you with an expression that told you he wasn’t convinced.

‘your always like this. around martin and mandy you can’t keep your mouth shut—but with me, it’s different. your all quiet.’ he said, his words making your heart drop to your stomach, a lump beginning to form in your throat.

hamzah etched closer to you, ‘hm?’

‘i guess im just tired.’ you mumbled, your eyes flickering back to your laptop momentarily before meeting his again, this time with a new emotion displayed in them. something you hadn’t seen before.

‘yeah?’ he said, sitting down next to you on the couch as you tried your best to smile—to pretend like your stomach wasn’t churning with butterflies.

‘uh—what do you think of adding this clip here instead of this one? i think it’ll look better when—‘

‘y/n.’

‘—it won’t be noticeable if we cut it out though, too.’

‘y/n.’

‘hm?’ you turned to hamzah hesitantly, his face closer to yours than you had anticipated, one of his arms on the back of the couch where your body was positioned.

‘it’s different when i touch you too. you wanna tell me why that is?’ he said, his voice barely a whisper as your hands went to play with the rings on your fingers, desperately trying to distract yourself.

hamzah leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing.

‘—and you ignore me like this when i bring it up. you think i don’t notice y/n, but i do. i notice everything.’ he said, his tone giving you the impression that he was slightly irritated with your lack of communication.

but what could you do? when the boy you liked was now telling you that he notices everything you do around him after you so desperately tried to hide your feelings, words aren’t exactly going to be rapidly flowing out of your mouth.

‘like what?’ you said boldly, your tone louder than before, a sudden surge of confidence brewing inside of you.

hamzah smirked, his tongue raking over his teeth as his gaze flickered away from you momentarily.

‘i notice how you do that thing with your rings when i say something that makes you nervous—the way you twirl them around your fingers. i notice how you bite your lip when i get close to you, i notice how you stutter and how your voice shakes sometimes when i give you compliments,— i could go on, if you want me to.’ he said, his words making your eyes widen more and more every-time a new one came out of his mouth.

‘you really have it all figured out then, don’t you?’ you mumbled slightly as his face got closer to yours, his eyes glancing at your lips briefly.

‘can i kiss you, sweetheart?’

his lips were on yours before you could get another word out, and his hands found your hips quickly, pressing your body back against the couch.

he moved forward and positioned himself in between your legs, his lips still on yours frantic and hungry, your hands grabbing at his hair.

‘—wanted this for so long, y/n.’ hamzah said in between soft and passionate kisses against your mouth, his words making your legs feel like jelly.

his lips slowly trailed down to your neck, and you could feel his smirk widening every time you let out a weak whine or moan at the feeling of him sucking and nibbling at your skin, his tongue brushing against your sweet spots which hadn’t taken him long to discover.

suddenly, hamzah’s lips detached from your skin and he leaned back, pulling your body with him, and within seconds you were positioned on his lap with your legs either side of him.

by now, your laptop was discarded on the other end of the couch and the only sounds in the room were that of you and hamzah’s pants and the noises of your lips moving against each other frantically, as if you had a limited amount of time to truly take one another in.

you shouldn’t be doing this— hamzah was as good as your boss, and the only relationship the two of you should have was occasionally seeing one another once or twice a month and only really properly conversing under work circumstances. however, the possibility that the both of you could forget about this and return to whatever you had before was out of the picture.

‘hamzah.’ you mumbled breathlessly as his fingers dragged your tank top further up your body, his eyes desperate as they flickered up to yours momentarily.

‘we should probably stop if we wanna get this done.’ you said, placing both of your hands on hamzah’s chest, pushing your body away from his slightly.

‘yeah—okay.’ he muttered, his head hitting the back of the couch as you climbed off of him, one of your hands lingering on his body long enough to tell him that you were still craving more of him.

‘y/n, i don’t know if im gonna be able to focus after that.’ hamzah said, amusement lacing his voice, but you didn’t notice the serious undertone to it. you giggled, pulling your laptop back into you lap, your body positioned a little closer to his than necessary.

‘yeah, me too.’ you mumbled, you head spinning with thoughts as you became aware of his arm sneaking its way around your shoulder.

how were you going to pretend like nothing happened? if martin found out, would he fire you or yell at you? what would you tell mandy? you had no idea, but right now, all you cared about was the interaction you had just had with the boy you had been desperately, yet silently, pinning after during the entire duration of your employment.

[twlgholts]

always kind of was, j. black

chapter four, manuals

— jacob black x f. reader

a/n: planned out the entire fic and am excited for the coming chapters!!

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Summer stretched on like a golden thread. Slow, warm, and full of stolen moments.

That Friday, he showed up at your door with two milkshakes and a crease between his brows. That one was on you. Texting Help me and Come now probably made it sound more life-threatening than it was.

To be fair, it was urgent… ish.

You hadn’t packed for fancy. When you threw things into your suitcase for the summer, you were thinking lake days, bonfires, and living in sweat shorts and oversized tees. Not a birthday dinner at some nice restaurant where your parents expected you to wear a dress.

Which–you didn’t bring.

Jake shut the door behind him, holding out one of the milkshakes. Chocolate, extra whipped cream, hold the cherry, straw already in.

“You good?” he asked, voice low, careful. His expression was all concern, like he thought he’d find blood on the floor.

You grinned and took the shake. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to make it sound… catastrophic.”

He raised an eyebrow, already halfway through his own milkshake. “That’s one word for it.”

“I have a wardrobe emergency.”

He blinked. “You dragged me here for… fashion advice?”

“I didn’t drag you,” you argued, sipping. “I invited you.”

“To shop.”

“Yes. Please?”

Jake looked at you like he was trying to be annoyed, but his mouth twitched like he was losing the battle. “You couldn’t just ask like a normal person?”

“You would’ve said no.”

“Exactly.”

“Which is why I had to be a little dramatic. You’re here, aren’t you?”

He gave you a long-suffering sigh. “Fine. Let’s go, but you owe me.”

“For what?”

“For emotional distress.”

You grinned. “You’re such a baby.”

“You keep calling me names, but I still showed up with milkshakes. Because I’m nice.”

“And handsome,” you added, sarcastic.

“And humble,” he continued, deadpan.

You headed for the passenger side door, about to open it when he groaned.

“I’m driving again?” he muttered, resting his hands on the hood of the car like this was the greatest injustice he’d ever known.

“I prefer to be called your passenger princess,” you respond sweetly. “You know you love it.”

He rolled his eyes but opened the door for you anyway, mock-chivalrous. “Milady.”

You curtsied dramatically before getting in. “What a gentleman.”

Jake shut the door with a shake of his head and walked around to the driver’s side.

“What am I gonna do with you?” he said as he slid in beside you.

“You’d be lost without me.”

“Tragically,” he agreed. But he was still smiling. He started the car and pulled out of the driveway, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Seriously though,” he starts. “What if I was doing something important when you texted? Like… saving someone’s life?”

You shot him a look. “Didn’t know Jacob Black was a local repairman during the day and Batman at night.”

He smirked. “I’m a man of many talents.”

“Clearly. And even if you were doing something heroic, you still came anyway.”

“Of course I did,” he replied, voice steady. “Anything for you.”

You felt your face warm. Jacob had always been a sweet talker. Maybe too good at it. Sometimes his words wrapped around you like ribbon—easy to get tangled in. You could never tell if it was intentional or just him being… Jake. It was probably why your parents adored him so much.

“Okay, Mister Smooth Talker,” you said, trying to shake it off. “Let’s go. Take me shopping, since you’re the best, kindest, most caring friend ever.”

Friend.

You cringed the second the word left your mouth–and caught him doing the same.

Growing up, Jake was always just that. Your friend. Your best friend. But coming back after being apart for over a year, something felt off. Or maybe too much. The butterflies you tried to ignore when he looked at you like you were the only person on Earth. The way he touched you—casual but intentional—like the arm he threw over your shoulder during movies or the hand he wrapped around your waist to steer you away from the edge of the street downtown.

Your hormones said one thing, but your brain wouldn’t let you gamble a decade and about a half of friendship on a crush you weren’t even sure you had. Plus, you weren’t someone who followed feelings anyway. You buried them. Swallowed them down before they could complicate things, not because you’d been burned before–but because the future was terrifying. Relationships, careers, everything that forced you to commit or risk falling.

Or maybe some deep, unspoken part of you already knew.

That no one else could ever really fill that space the way one person could. Just one person.

You shook the thought out of your head and leaned back in your seat, tapping your foot to the rhythm of the song he was blasting.

Thankfully, Jacob Black likes you.

No one else in the world would volunteer for a multi-hour shopping trip, drive the full hour to Port Angeles, hold all your bags, and trail behind you like a very large, very reluctant puppy.

Originally, the plan was simple: one dress, maybe a pair of shoes. But that plan unraveled quickly. You weren’t built for restraint when it came to shopping. One store turned into five. Then you remembered you needed a gift for your dad. Then you thought about your friends back home and how they’d want little trinkets. And then you saw a fishing lure you thought Billy would love.

And for all his sighing and groaning and dramatic dragging of feet, Jacob didn’t actually mind. He liked being with you. Always had. Even if you were dragging him into—

“No. Not another one,” he groaned as you tugged on his arm, pointing to a small antique shop tucked between a bakery and a dive bar.

“Jacob, I swear this is the last one. Please.” You gave him the eyes–the ones he could never say no to when you were younger.

He exhaled like you had just asked him to lift the Eiffel Tower. “Fine. But you owe me ice cream.”

“Of course.”

The bell above the door chimed as you both stepped inside. The shop smelled like cedarwood, salt air, and dust. Shelves were packed too tightly, old jazz hummed softly from a crackling speaker behind the counter and the entire place felt like someone’s cluttered memory box.

You drifted to the far right aisle, fingers brushing old trinkets, worn postcards, cracked teacups. Jake veered off in the opposite direction. As much as he liked to complain, you knew he like to get lost in places like this—easily entertained by weird old knickknacks and gadgets.

You weren’t even sure why you came in. You already had everything, but something about places like this always made you linger.

And then a glint of silver caught your eye.

Dangling from a spinning display was a small, slightly tarnished keychain. Manual gear shift. Realistic detailing. The knob even moved. It looked like something pulled straight from a decades-old set of keys. Without thinking, you plucked it off the hook and turned it in your fingers.

It reminded you of the garage. Of Jacob’s hands stained with grease. Of the way he half-smiled when something finally worked after hours of tinkering. Of how you’d sit on the old stool, legs curled up, watching him work in the golden light of late afternoon. Somehow, that had become your thing.

You wanted to buy it without a second thought.

As you approached the front counter, still scanning for Jacob, you placed the keychain down and fished out your wallet.

“Just this?” the cashier asked.

You nodded without looking up, pulling your card from your back pocket. He was young. Shaggy blond hair. Disheveled. Looked about your age.

“How much?” you asked, card in hand.

“Five bucks,” he answered, smiling. You gave him a polite, tight-lipped smile back and started digging for cash instead.

“You from around her?” he asked casually.

“Uh, no. Just visiting from Forks. You know it?”

“Yeah, I know Forks. Kinda guessed you weren’t local. Think I’ve met every pretty girl in Port Angeles already.”

He was flirting, awkwardly. You gave a soft laugh that didn’t reach your eyes.

“Thanks, I, uh… yeah. I only have four.”

“That’s alright. Four is good for–” he was cut off by a dollar sliding across the counter beside you.

You turned. Jacob.

His jaw was tense, eyes sharp on the cashier. You could tell he was grinding his teeth–something you’d told him a million times to stop doing.

“Oh, um–receipt?” you asked, flustered.

The cashier handed it over quickly. You grabbed it and the keychain, shoving both into your pocket before heading for the door, Jacob at your heels. The sound of all the bags rustling behind you made you laugh quietly.

Outside, Jake placed a hand on your back and steered you toward the sidewalk.

“We’re never going back there,” he muttered, jaw still tight.

“Jacob,” you giggled, “It’s all good. He wasn’t being weird.”

“He was two seconds away from being weird.”

You hesitated. You didn’t know what to say. Jacob had always been protective. But that? That felt like something else.

“Thought Batman only came out at night,” you teased, bumping his shoulder. “Thanks for saving me from the horror of being flirted with.” You widened your eyes and dropped your jaw, planting your hands dramatically on either side of your face like you were reenacting The Scream.

“You look like a psycho next to me. Stop that.”

And you do. You slowed near the crosswalk and stepped aside, stopping in front of a cozy little restaurant. Jacob followed closely. You pulled the keychain from your pocket and held it in your fist.

“Wait.”

He raised a brow as you stepped in front of him.

You opened your hands and held it out for him. “For you.”

He blinked, surprised. Gently, he took it from you, his calloused fingers brushing against yours.

“You weren’t supposed to pay for it, but I guess it’s a team effort now. It just… reminded me of you. And the garage. Us, y’know?”

He stared at it. Turned it over in his palm. Flicked the tiny shift knob with his thumb. Silent for a long moment.

“Do you like it?” you asked, unsure.

Finally, he looked up.

His smile was slow, wide, and genuine. And in the sunlight, you could see it–the warm streak of caramel hidden in his dark eyes. You never noticed it and always thought they were just a shade of dark brown, but now you do.

“I love it,” he said quietly, voice low and sincere.

“Good.” You grinned. “Ice cream now?”

He nodded, and the two of you started walking, shoulders brushing, toward the pier and the rundown little shack that had the best cones in town.

As you walked ahead of him, Jacob couldn’t help it—his thoughts went back to you. To the way you looked in the antique shop, the way you always knew what would make him smile. To the day you came back to Forks. The day he imprinted on you.

[kdh-tally]

Abby x Reader Headcannons

Prompt : Headcannons of Abby and his Partner

Author's Note : This was requested (i was gonna write it anyways) and the request was so adorable but I unfortunately deleted it cause the first post wasn't loading 😭 But to the anon that asked, please keep your soul!! I'm not like Gwi-ma ;P

For context, you work at a pilates place. It's mixed building so they're both multiple female and male customers (i forgot what u call people who do pilates)

It’s bright and sunny with colours like yellow and pink being in the main design. Opposite of you is this minimalist and dark themed gym.

Both places are more or less enemies in business.

Not necessarily boys versus girls but instead gym junkies and muscle heads vs elegant bodybuilders and core strengtheners. 

It had been a long day and you were not supposed to be working but your co-instructor called in sick, and now you were the only available trainer on site. 

The building would be closing in a few hours and you seriously hoped no one else was coming in. Then the door opened.

In walked a guy who looked like he belonged in a boxing ring. He was crazily muscular, tall, slightly intimidating but 100% cocky.

You knew who this was, kinda.

He recently started going to the gym next door (traitor!!) so it was odd as to why he was here. Other than his pink hair, this definitely wasn’t his scene.

You were also pretty sure he was some new Kpop idol but apparently his group had gone on hiatus or something?

“Hey,” he greeted. “I’m here for the pilates thing?”

You glanced at the schedule. There was no appointment listed under his name. You looked back up at him in confusion, his cocky smirk was starting to piss you off.

He grinned. “It was a last-minute thing. Manager said she’d booked me in for some stretches or something. Said I need to ‘loosen up’.” He even added air quotes.

You tried not to roll your eyes. 

“Right. Lucky you. I’m the only one available.”

“Perfect,” he said without missing a beat before eyeing you up and down. “You look like you know what you're doing.” Cue the smirk, then the flex. 

Even though you swore to be loyal to pilates, you had to admit his muscles were… 😋

Five minutes later, he was on the reformer machine (in a position that should not have been physically possible) and asking if he was supposed to be feeling core activation.

“Is this normal?”

By the end of the session, he was drenched in sweat and fully humbled. You handed him water with a smirk of your own.

“Still think Pilates is just stretching?”

“…No comment.” after a moment of silence “…When’s your next opening?”

He proceeds to walk in every day after his gym sessions.

At first you’re confused cause he never seems tired?

You made him hold a side plank for 20 minutes and watched his soul leave his body.

“I can do squats with 200kg,” he gasped, “why is this band killing me?”

“Because you’re not using your core, muscle-head.”

He swore he wouldn't return again but came back the very next day.

All of a sudden he’s a regular.

Slowly starts coming to Pilate’s instead of the gym.

Many of the members, men and women alike, are super hyped.

It boosts their ego when the muscle-head can’t do half of the things they can.

He meets a decent amount of fans and they (very respectfully) ask why he’s taking Pilates classes all of a sudden.

He tells everyone he’s training to be more flexible for the dances Jinu makes them do, but honestly, he just wants to see you.

Brags that you’re his private instructor to literally everyone, even though you told him to stop doing that.

Whenever you correct his form, he smirks and says, “You just wanted an excuse to touch me, huh?”

You threaten to make him hold a wall sit for 10 minutes.

Will flirt with you. ALL THE TIME.

“You know, your hands are really strong. Its kinda hot.”

“Are you checking me out?”

“Breathe through the stretch, Abby.” you’d tell him

“It’s hard to breathe when you’re looking at me like that, cutie.”

You’ve smacked him with a foam roller at least three times. 

He soon convinces you to hang out outside of Pilates classes. 

Fortunately for you both there's a smoothie and snack bar next door.

After every session, he insists on walking you there.

You always order something healthy but he orders the fruitiest, sugariest thing and insists you try it.

You say no. He forces the straw in your mouth anyway.

When he confesses to you, he doesn’t make it big and dramatic.

I lied. It's kinda dramatic.

It was supposed to be a normal session.

You had no idea what was coming.

Abby had stayed behind again, lounging shirtless on a mat like he owned the studio, which he absolutely did not.

He’d more or less stop going to the gym at this point.

He’d just finished a perfect cobra stretch, smirking the whole time, and now he was watching you clean, spinning a towel around his hands like a bored pet.

“You always stare at me when I stretch,” he said suddenly. You didn’t look up, already used to the teasing remark. “I stare at all my clients. I’m making sure your spine isn’t breaking.”

“That’s cute. You care about my spine.”

You did look up that time, only to see him already walking over to the front desk where you stood.

“Abby,” you warned, “if you break another foam roller—”

“I’m not going to break anything today,” he cut in, laughing as you rolled your eyes. “I’m here to ask you out.”

You froze. “…What?”

“You heard me, cutie.” He leaned on the desk. “You’ve been driving me insane since day one. Yelling at me, correcting my form, making me sore for days.”

“That’s literally my job.”

“And you’re really good at it.” He leaned in, voice dropping just a little. “But I want more than our little pilates dates. Let me take you out.”

You blinked. “You’re joking.”

He tilted his head. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

You wanted to say yes. But his eyes weren’t playing around. Not this time.

“You really want to date your pilates instructor?”

“Hell yeah. You’re hot, you’re scary, and you’ve forced me into a split. I trust you with my life.” A beat. “Also,” he added, smug as ever, "I know you’ve been checking me out since the first class.”

You opened your mouth and closed it. “…Shut up.”

“Is that a yes?”

“…Maybe.”

“I’ll take it,” he said, reaching over the counter and stealing one of the protein bars you were fiddling with. “First date’s on me. Dress comfy.”

He left with a wink and a flex, the bell above the door jingling musically.

Now that he has boyfriend privileges, he’s constantly barging into your sessions to “check if your clients are better looking than him.”

They’re not. He makes sure of it.

You keep telling him it would be physically impossible for you to find someone more attractive than him anyways.

He does not like when other guys flirt with you.

He’ll sit on a mat, arms crossed, glaring while you lead a class. He’d be closer to the front of the class, which is odd cause he normally remains near the center to show off.

“I'm just observing.” he’d excuse, but you know he’s truly just trying to block any other on-lookers from seeing you.

He’s secretly very soft, though. 

Brings you water. 

Wraps his jacket around you if it’s cold.

Packs your bag the morning before classes (yes he stays over)

He pretends not to care, but sulks if you forget to text him after a long day.

The boys would be shocked that he managed to find someone willing to date him.

They only thought he had love for his muscles

“You’re dating a human pilates instructor?? Since when did you do pilates?” Baby would glare at him curiously.

Romance tries not to die laughing. “Wait, so she told you what to do and you liked it? Bro…”

Jinu was just happy he didn’t have to be forced to go to the gym with him anymore.

Abby would just take you instead.

Mystery was quite impressed. He didn’t care so much about Abby dating but was really interested in the mixed pilates center.

Would probably book a session to see what the hype’s about.

He would call you things like:

Ma’am - Whenever you boss him around.

Star-fish - Your super duper flexible the way a starfish is.

Brat - The name he uses to “bully” you

Y/N - Drags it out whenever he wants something from you.

Cutie - What he calls you most of the time.

You would call him things like:

Muscle Head : Cause he’s all muscle no brain

Baby : Cause it’s Abby spelt differently. (It kinda threw him off at first cause yk his band mate is also named Baby)

Loser : Banter is a very prominent thing in your relationship.

Himbo : He’s really pretty, you’ll be the first to admit it, he just isn’t the smartest sometimes….

Sweetie : Cause he can be such a sweet guy sometimes.

[angel-writes-skz-here]

Ruin The Friendship

Han x AFAB! Reader Synopsis: You and Han have been dancing around your feelings for a while, but what happens when things come to jealous head at a party the night before he leaves for tour? Warnings: SMUT, unprotected p in v, oral (both rec), fingering, masturbation, (f. only), pet names (Sweet girl, my girl, etc,) praise, overstim, i think thats it. A/N: My brand is mostly sappy romance at this point and I refuse to run from it anymore. Comment to be added to the taglist! I hope you all enjoy!💜

You and Han had been friends since you were kids, you grew up together, studied together, and when the day came that he told you he was going to debut, you couldn’t have been happier for him. But you were also sad for yourself. He’d be leaving you and you knew with his talent and ambition he’d be a star. He’d grow bigger, possibly forget where he came from, though he was a humble man, and that broke your heart; still you plastered a smile on your face and supported him the whole time.

They’d been working super hard and tomorrow starts their traveling for tour. Tonight, you surprised them with a house party, complete with good food, games and alcohol; and a little bit of drunken karaoke.

The night goes well, everyone’s having fun, and while you know Han likes to talk to people he knows, you had hoped you’d spend his last night home for a while together, and yet he’s on the other side of the room with some blonde girl who you invited because it was a mutual friend of the boys.

“Is the alcohol that bad?” Chan asks as he pours himself another drink in front of you, catching your staring.

“Huh,”

“That sour look on your face.” He quirks a brow before following your gaze and he can’t keep the smirk off his lips. Chan nods his head understandably.

“He’s just talking to her.” he says casually before taping a sip and staring at you over the rim.

“I know,” you shrug as you turn your gaze away.

“Then why do you look upset?”

“I just thought we’d spend a little more time together tonight, I mean I know it’s a party but he said hi and bye basically.” You look into your now empty cup; a pout fixed onto your face.

Chan puts his arm around you brotherly and kisses the top of your head.

“If it bothers you talk to him about it.”

“It’s fine,” you shrug him off and leave the room, frustrated with Han. You weave through the crowd of people bumping into Han’s back on the way catching his attention. He see’s you run off to the opposite end of the house.

He bids a polite goodbye to his friend and follows you. When he comes to the secluded part of the house, he see’s the stairs to the attic have been taken down and drawn back up, noting the soft lighting he sees in the crack between the stairs and ceiling. He sighs and jumps catching the little string, pulling the stairs down. He walks up them, drawing them up when he gets up there, turning the lock so no one can disturb you. He turns on his heel noticing you staring out the window.

You hear him, but you don’t acknowledge him.

“Hey,” he says in your ear, arms going around your waist.

“Get off me,” you pout and wiggle out of his grip.

“Woah, what did I do?” his face is scrunched up.

“Go back to Vanessa or Clarissa or whatever her name is.” You say as you sit down on the bed, not looking at him.

“Y/n/n, what are you talking about?” you hear the slight amusement in his voice and it causes your blood to boil.

“You’d rather spend your last night home with her, so go. Get out!” You push him lightly once and you go to do it again but he catches your hands.

“Is this really about Claire? Or is this about the fact that I’m leaving tomorrow?” he asks; a knowing in his voice. You pull out his hands and turn away from him, eyes brimming with tears.

“I just figured since you are leaving tomorrow, we’d spend more time together, but all night you’ve been stuck up her ass.” You say, voice quivering a bit.

“Because I knew I’d have all night with you.” He says, arms once again coming around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder.

“I stay the night every time,” he whispers in your ear. You turn around in his arms and wrap your arms around his neck, biting back tears.

“I just hate when you leave, I miss you so much and I,” you sigh and he holds you.

“You what?”

“I don’t know. Just go back down to the party, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Nah, I wanna stay here,” he says as he tucks his face into your shoulder. You smile as you hold each other for a minute.

You let him go, signaling the same to him and he releases you.

“Do you remember when we were kids,” he snickers and walks past you, “we took a bunch of water balloons and rained them down on your dad and brother from up here!”

“Ah, you did that and got me in trouble for a month!”

“Worth it,” he smirks with a cocky grin.

“Easy for you to say.”

“Only thing that sucked was I couldn’t see you.” He says.

“Or the time when we hid up here from my brother when he thought you stole his skin mags?” you giggle remembering the memory.

“We almost didn’t make it!”

“I swear I didn’t take them!” he defends.

“Yeah, mom felt so bad. She finally admitted she found them and threw them out!” you both fall into fits of laughter.

“You tripped getting up the stairs and he almost got your collar before I hit him with a freaking nerf gun bullet straight to the eye,” you cackle out and the two of you fall onto the bed laughing. Staring at the ceiling as the two of you catch your breath, you two share a look and the laughter starts all over again.

After another moment the laughter comes to halt. Han blindly reaches for your hand, interlocking your fingers. Your heart races a little faster at the contact. You turn your head and Han’s eyes are already on you. You smile, an easy silence falling over you.

Suddenly, Han sits up on his side, his hand that was interlocked with yours now supports his head and his hair flops as he gets himself situated. He looks down at you and you look back at him, the moment feeling slightly charged.

“I hate leaving you,” he admits quietly.

“Yeah, but you love it too,” you try to joke, trying to lighten the palpable tension.

“I hate being away from you for so long,” his eyes quickly flit to your lips before they go back up to your eyes.

“I hate it when you leave to, but it’s your job. The job you love and I knew you’d be successful at.” You remind him and he smiles. He leans down, placing his lips on your forehead, letting them linger for a moment longer than necessary. Both of you freeze, unsure of the next move. He pulls his lips from your flesh, looking down at you, hesitantly resting his forehead on yours.

Your breath catches as you look between his brown eyes, noses daring to touch each other.

You open your mouth to say something, but the words are caught in your throat. Han dips his lips down to meet yours, the kiss stunning the both of you for a brief moment before you melt into it, wrapping your arms around his neck as your eyes flutter closed. The kiss is cautious, easy, unhurried.

 Han’s hand goes to your cheek, resting there as he turns his head, risking your entire friendship and runs his tongue over you bottom lip. You whimper against him before opening your mouth, tongues now gently exploring each other’s mouths. Your breaths mix as your fingers tangle into the ends of his soft hair.

“Han,” you breathe in between a kiss.

“We shouldn’t,” you breathe again but don’t stop.

“Why?” he asks against your lips as he strokes your cheek with the pad of his thumb; not stopping or even slowing down.

“It’ll change things, we can’t come back from this,” you say against his lips.

“Thank God,” he sighs as his lips move against yours harder, still slow, and romantic, but also a little more desperate. Han rolls over, supporting himself with one arm.

His lips move to your neck, allowing your lips to feel the kiss swollen effect.

“Hannie,” you whimper as he sinks his teeth into the skin of your neck, hand gently tugging at the roots of his hair. He whimpers against your neck, licking over the spot and sucking on it, leaving a purple mark.

He moans at sight of the bruise appearing.

“So pretty,” he rambles before kissing down to your neckline on your top. He picks his head up, looking at you, silently asking permission. He sits up, allowing you to sit up and he helps you pull the shirt over your head, revealing your bra.

He lets out a guttural moan at the sight. And attaches his lips down to your collar bone. He plants kisses atop your chest, reaching his hands behind you and unclasping your bra. You slowly let it fall down, Han discarding it to the side and his brows go up when he looks at you. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, quickly holding your hands up to cover yourself.

“No, no, no, baby. Don’t hide from me,” he whispers just before kissing you again.

“You’re beautiful,” he says against your lips before he pulls back and removes his shirt. Your hands reach up and feel his stomach and he flexes under your touch. Your fingers shake slightly, the adrenaline taking over. Han notices and guides you back against the mattress.

“If you want me to stop, tell me,” he says searching your eyes. You shake your head no, giving him clearance to flick his tongue over you hardened nub. You gasp, his tongue warm against the cooled flesh of your breast. Han watches you through his lashes, studying your face to see what feels good. He sucks it into his mouth, teeth gently nipping at the sensitive nerves, sending waves of pleasure to your core, soft moans and whimpers falling from your lips as your back arches into him.

He turns his attention to the other one, giving it the same treatment, tongue moving against the middle of it, putting slight pressure against it and you gasp, eyes closing tightly as he works his tongue with a satisfied grin on his face, loving the way your noises sound.

“Han,” you moan as your nails dig into his forearms.

“Fuck,” he breathes as he kisses your lips once more.

“Say it again,” he begs, “Say my name again.” You moan his name one more time and he smiles like an idiot.

“My girl,” he murmurs gazing into your eyes before kissing down your sternum. He gets down to the hem of your pants, kissing at your waist line, nipping at the skin across your tummy playfully.

“Stop teasing,” you whine as your hips shift beneath him. He smirks and places a kiss below your navel before your hips are lifting for him to pull off your pants and panties. He groans at the sight of you and an idea strikes him. He climbs back up to you, lips brushing your ear.

“Touch yourself for me,” he whispers and heat floods your cheeks.

“Wh-what?”

“Take your hand, and show me what you like, I wanna see if it’s better than I’ve imagined,” he smirks. You look at him. Slowly your fingers go to your mouth, tongue visible as you coat your fingers and they travel down to your damp cunt, eye contact never breaking with him, and you start to rub slow circles on your clit. Han’s eyes drift over your body, making there way to your hand, watching it like he’s in a trance. He hears your gasps, and watches as your eyes flutter closed, body arching slightly as a small moan escapes you.

“Insert a finger for me, baby.” He whispers as his eyes never leave you. You moan as you shift, trying to angle your body to get deeper into your hole, slowly curling up and making the come hither motion.

“Ah,” you gasp as you hit your sweet spot, more noises trailing out of you as you repeat the motion, slowly increasing the pace.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he encourages.

“Mmngh, not enough,” you whimper with pleading eyes as he watching your hips shift and chase your hand.

Han doesn’t respond, only moves his body between your legs, spreading them wide and watching as your finger exists your tight cunt, and before you can move it away Han licks your finger clean, groaning at the taste, eyes closing as his tongue twirls around your finger. He lets it go with a ‘pop’ and shoves his face into your core.

“Fuck you smell divine,” he moans. His tongue automatically attaches to your clit, licking and watching you, seeing your face twist in pleasure as your legs bend up and thighs squeeze his head. His hands go around your thighs holding you in place as he works, drunk on the way you taste already.

“Han,” you whimper as you gasp when his tongue swipes from side to side, pressing into the most sensitive part of your clit.

“Oh, wow, keep going, please, don’t stop.” You beg, breathless, heart rate erratic as you feel the tightening in your stomach.

“Ah-ha,” you cry out back arching off the mattress as he adds a finger, pumping it in and out of you, tongue still circling your clit.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you say and Han works faster.

“That’s it, that’s my girl, come on, cum on my tongue,” he encourages as your body goes rigid, head digging into the mattress. You gasp once your muscles relax, the white-hot feeling of your orgasm ripping through you. Hans fingers replace his tongue, causing you to squirm under him.

“You can take it, baby,” he says as he quickly works his fingers, and your hips violently jerk, sharp painful pleasure mixing as you cry, tears in your eyes from the feeling. One falls and Han kisses it away, licking the salty liquid from his lips.

“You’re taking it so well, I’m so proud of you,” he says in your ear and your hands grasp onto his biceps, your next orgasm quickly approaching.

“Please don’t stop,” you whisper as your legs start to lock. He moves even faster, if that’s possible, applying more pressure, watching as your body shakes beneath him, legs trapping his hand, mesmerized by the way you look falling apart because of him.

“Fuck!” you cry out as you gasp. For a moment, breathing doesn’t exist, only the intense feeling of your body letting go.

Han places his forehead on yours, your breath fanning his face.

“God that was amazing,” he whispers.

He lets you take a moment to come back, kissing your lips gently to help ground you from the intense feeling.

You push him down onto his back, climbing onto his waist as you stare down at him. His face is surprised but he welcomes your actions no less. You lean down, fervently connecting your lips and he moans against you.

You kiss down his body, teeth grazing his skin the way his did yours, leaving a purple mark on his hip bone. You slide his pants off, his cock springing free, larger than you had expected, the tip angry and wet from the precum. You lick you lips subconsciously, finally realizing you’re about to know how he tastes. You look to him for any signs of hesitancy and find none, he only sits up as to get a better angle to watch you.

You move your hair to the side before licking a stripe up the underneath side of his cock, and he watches as it disappears into your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat as your nose touches his pelvis. He whimpers pathetically as he gathers your hair into a make shift pony tails for you.

“Fuck, baby,” he whines as he feels your tongue swirl around the head. He gasps as he feels you tease his slit, looking up at him through your lashes before you sink back down.

“God you’re so good at that,” he groans as he tries to keep himself from pushing you down on his own, letting you control the pace.

You can sense that he’s holding back and pick up the pace a little, a little bit of drool, spilling from your mouth as suck on his cock.

“Such a messy girl,” he chuckles and you work faster, feeling your walls clench, desperate to be filled.

“Oh fuck, keep going,” he says as his eyes flutter closed. You hollow your cheeks, working quickly, the soft sounds filling the room.

“Aish, I’m gonna cum,” he whimpers face scrunched as you play with his balls, tipping him over the edge and his cum shoots down your throat; thick white ropes of saltiness coat your tongue. You swallow it, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you look at him.

Han pulls you over to him, forcing you back onto your back.

“I love you,” he whispers. You smile at him, cupping his face with your hand.

“I love you more, Hanji,” you share a sweet kiss before he lines himself up and inches himself forward, both of you groaning at the feeling. You can feel everything, every little piece of him as he pushes in until he bottoms out.

“Fuck you’re so warm, so tight,” he groans. He laces your hands together, foreheads resting against each other, and his hips begin to rock slowly, letting you feel every little drag of his cock against your walls, the feeling surreal.

He thrusts inside again, hitting your sweet spot and he watches the way your body reacts to him, already fluttering around him.

“Keep that up and I won’t last,” he warns with a breathy laugh. He looks down noting the way you fit together.

Body to body.

Soul to soul.

He rocks himself into you a little harder now, hitting that same spongey spot repeatedly, causing you to grasp onto him, desperate to ground yourself.

“Feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” you breathe out as he picks up the pace. Not too slow, but not too fast; not too hard but not too soft, just the right way you like it.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, “My beautiful girl, so good, so sweet, so perfect,” he groans, forehead falling to your shoulder.

“Han,” you whimper, walls squeezing him harder and he feel that your close.

“Cum for me,” he says and that’s all it takes, your nails scratch down his bare back and he groans at the sweet sting, as your walls suck him in, desperate to milk him. Your body trembles as the aftershocks hit and it’s not long into those that Han is whimpering in your ear, hips faltering before he stills and spills his load into you.

You both catch your breath, looking into each other’s eyes, realizing everything is different now.

“Was that ok?” you ask, insecurity daring to creep in.

“It was everything I ever dreamed of and more,” he smiles as he leans down to kiss your lips sweetly. You smile against his lips and can’t help the small giggle that leaves you.

“What’s funny?” he asks, genuine concern.

“We just had sex, Han.” You can’t help the nervous laughter.

“Why’s that funny?” he asks cautiously.

“Because, it’s us.” You cup his face, “I mean, it’s not funny, I’m just, I’m just happy? Besides what does it mean for us?”

“It means I come home to you now and get to kiss you, and love you and shower you with all my love, attention and affection. It means I’m yours and you’re mine. It means I’m your safe space.” He says seriously and your heart swells.

“You already were,” you admit sheepishly. Han can only smile in response before he kisses your nose, slowly pulling out of you. You both groan at the sensitivity. He gets up and you hear the shower running.

“Can you walk?” he asks from the door way and you get up, only to feel him drip down your leg. You shiver for a moment, the feeling not something you’re totally used to, but you walk into the bathroom and join him for a shower.

Han washes you off, cleaning you up from head to toe, rubbing the loofa across your body caressing you with soft, careful hands.

“Are you ok?” you he asks as you rinse off.

“Yeah, are you?”

“Never better,” he grins as the two of you trade places and you reciprocate his actions. You wash over his chest and stomach, down his legs and his back, cleaning him intentionally and carefully. The moment is soft between you, real care and intimacy.

“I’m going to find a way to bring you out to some shows, ok? There’s no way we’re staying apart for two whole months,” he says he washes off. A slight churn in your stomach happens when he talks about leaving, so much had happened tonight you almost forgot about it.

He notices you go quiet and cups your face, turning it to look at him.

“But let’s not focus on that right now, let’s just focus on us right here, right now. Ok?” he asks and you nod throwing your arms around his broad shoulders.

After you shower you get dressed in comfy pjs and lay down in bed together. It all hits you at once.

Han is no longer just a friend.

Your relationship is no longer casual.

Your time together could now be spent holding one another and kissing and touching.

It’s all overwhelming, exciting and scary at once.

And yet tonight, the only thing that matters is that you’re his and he’s yours.

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Hello there! Yes You can be clown anon, I'll update the emoji list. Ugh creampies from Nanami make my brain turn into mush. 🤤🤤🤤

Creampie

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You knew you were filthy but you can't get enough. Not from him. It's never enough from him.

Kento has you in a soft mating press, your legs pressed together on top of your chest as he slides his veiny cock out of your messy cunt. A ring of cream is visible on his base, a combination of both your arousal fluids. You don't remember how many rounds it's been but you know you can take more.

Kento taps his cockhead onto your swollen folds, sending pleasant little ripples into your clit before he pushes back into your drooling hole. You hum as you feel him fill you, his movements unhurried and achingly tender inside you. He leans forward to capture your lips and you open and allow your tongues to dance sensually, enjoying the taste of his mouth.

His thumb gathers some of his spilled seed off your thighs and spreads it upwards onto your clit, rubbing circles that leave the little nub pulsing with the pleasure of his touch.

You whine and card your fingers through his hair feeling how slick his movements were from the previous loads he'd filled into your cunt. "Kento..." You whine and see his eyes darken with primal instinct.

He angles his hips to brush your gspot. "One more sweetheart. You can take one more for me." You whine, head spinning from the coil of heat in your belly, the delicious stretch of your muscles as he strokes your inner walls and the way his breath changes into a series of pants as he builds up both your arousals.

His thumb changes from circles to consistent vertical strokes which have you falling apart in a haze of want, moaning out as the coil inside you snaps, unleashing the gratifying spasms of pleasure that rock your body before he starts chasing his own orgasm.

His balls are tense, contracting up into his body before he groans out your name and cums into your well fucked pussy, adding another layer to your already messy walls. You spasm around him, determined to keep as much of his creampies inside you, feeling so intimately connected to him knowing you'll be carrying a piece of him for a while.

When he finally finds the energy to move out, he looks down at your dripping hole, seeing his seed gather into a little pool on the sheets and the way your core puckers trying to keep it all in. He presses a kiss to your forehead.

"Don't worry my dear. I'll give you more to make up for whatever is lost."

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(nsfw!!) imagine!ambessa and reader were relaxing in their humble abode, cuddling in bed, enjoying each other's presence. it was a good day for the both of you, neither of you had work even though, ambessa has told you time and time again to quit your job and just let her take care of you. but you didn't feel justified doing so, you wanted to feel needed or important or at least feeling like you're contributing in some way. but ambessa has no problem telling you or showing you how much you mean to her.

but you both needed a break from the chaotic world, endless amounts of work, and just overall stress. and cuddling was the perfect way to do it. no phones, no tv, no doomscrolling, only a recorder that plays soft jazz and just enjoying each other's company.

of course, ambessa needed you as a little spoon, feeling your back pressed up against her chest and your ass against her crotch. she absolutely loves it. she also can't keep her hands to herself. her hands trail from your neck to your chest, softly groping your breasts and kissing on your neck leaving you hickeys.

"mmh, you're so perfect, princess.." she whispered in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. she has such a way of making you melt and despite her turning you on, this is just how she gets "comfortable".

soft moans and whimpers escape your mouth, and you can't help but to place your hand in between your legs. rubbing your clothed bud, as she continues to leave her mark all over you. ambessa is absolutely enjoying herself, until she realized what you were doing.

"uh-uh, what do you think you're doing, darling?" she said, grabbing your hand and turning you to face her.

"i'm sorry, baby.. i just couldn't help it." you whimpered, feeling almost embarrassed that you got caught.. almost. she smirks and places you on your back, taking off your sleep shorts and your panties. and long and behold, a soaking pussy throbbing for her. she looveess your pussy. even curve, your blossoming bud, and your perfect lips. her mouth almost salivates, just by looking at it.

"don't apologize, baby. just let me take care of you." she said, lowering herself to taste you. she places her tongue on your clit, swirling it around slowly but fast enough for you to feel hot and bothered.

her tongue is sending you into cloud nine, you can't stop groaning and softly moaning. the pleasure is becoming too much for you, it's even overstimulating, and you haven't even cum yet. you're trying to keep your legs open, but you can't control and squeeze ambessa's head with your thighs. despite you being unable to keep your legs open, she's still eating you out. flicking her tongue on your clit more, slurping up your wet cunt.

ambessa's licks and sucks becomes faster and stronger, making you wince in pleasure. you even start grinding up against her face, holding her silvery curly locs. her eyes looking up at you, watching your fucked-out expression, teary eyes rolling back, mouth dry from keeping it open, face flushed from pleasure. and it absolutely fills her with determination, she wants to see more of it. taste more of it, feel more of it.

"ah~ ambessa, i-i'm getting close." you whimpered, looking down at her. and her eyes go completely dark.

she takes this as a challenge to make you cum as hard as possible, one hand, caressing your breast and squeezing your nipple. and other is fingering your perfect pussy, she started with one finger just to ease you into it and then she added another finger and another finger, thrusting into you fast and hard. she suckles and swirls her tongue around your bud, making you feel your climax closer and closer..

"a-ambessa!" you screamed out as you reach your climax, your eyes completely roll back, your back arched and toes curled. while you're still reaching your climax, she watches you, slowly thrusting while you're still cumming..

"that's good, baby.. good girl.." she says, cooing at you and kissing your head. your body finally relaxes and you're starting to feel sleepy.. ambessa slowly pulls her fingers out of you and swirls them around her tongue and pulls them out, making a 'pop' sound.

"delicious." she says, laying to the side of you. you giggled at her, and kissed her passionately. you loved days like this, and she always knew how to make it ten times better-

a//n: y'all this is my first time-ish making a smut fanfic and A GIRLIE IS HOT AND BOTHERED. hope you enjoyed, my ambessa fans.