WHEN IâM WITH YOU
Ëâ â â ď¸ď¸ â âË prompt â Professor Slughorn assigns Tom a potions partnerâ the only problem is that itâs a girl heâs never met before. Will Tom ignore his growing feelings for his new partner or will he give in and accept how he truly feels.
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Pairing: Tom Riddle x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.5K
A/N: I introduce to you â Tom âsheâs not like the other girlsâ Riddle. Also Iâm sorry girl, I forgot to make her sort of weary of Tom and skipped straight to her just being nice. đ
âWhen you think of me, is it fondly?â
Tom resisted the urge to rub his hands together to warm them. The frosty January air was unrelenting, seeping its way through the thick stone walls of Hogwarts making the lengthy descent into the school's dungeons more unpleasant than usual.
Eager to get out of the frigid hall, Tom mentally thanked Salazar when the door to the potions classroom came into view. Walking through the door, Tom saw a few of his fellow classmates already huddled along the back wall and talking amongst themselves. He gave them a polite nod as they wished him good morning, continuing to make his way to the opposite end, away from them.
From his spot in the back, Tom watched as the other students slowly trickled in. Girls linked arm in arm, whispering and giggling to one another; boys knocking into one another, speaking loudly about next week's Quidditch match. The sense of comradery left Tom internally recoiling in disgust as he tried to imagine himself acting in such a way.
Tiernan Lestrange came to stand next to him, a little closer than what Tom was comfortable with. Tom side-eyed the boy, but ultimately said nothing to him, choosing to instead focus on Professor Slughorn who called the class to attention as he used his wand to wave the classroom door closed.
Tom began to tune his professor out as he began his theatrics about the point theyâd be working with todayâ befuddlement draught. A potion used to cause the drinker to become reckless, something Tom would take precautionary measures not to spill or ingest in any capacity.
âI will be pairing you off todayââ was all Tom heard before he felt the trickles of irritation creep into his mind. Working in pairs was always something Tom hated, preferring to work alone instead of having to potentially be weighed down by some idiot.
âAnd Mr. Riddle,â Professor Slughorn called out, breaking Tom out of his thoughts, âyou will be working with Ms. Y/L/N!â. Slughornâs arm was stretched out, motioning towards a girl standing on the other side of the class, just out of view. Tom ran the last name over in his head a few times, trying to spark some form of recognition in his mind, but he came up blank.
Slughorn clapped his hands, telling them they have until the end of the hour to finish their potion. Tom mentally prepared himself for what kind of girl he may be working with as he made his way through the dissipating crowd of students to find his partner.
Ah, there she was.
She hadnât noticed him just yet, so he took those few seconds to give her a once over. It would make sense he didnât recognize her, she was not in his house. They locked eyes as she finally noticed him just a few feet in front of her, and she swiftly closed the distance between the two.
âI donât think weâve met before, Iâm Y/Nâ she said, introducing herself. Her voice, though a bit quiet, was sweet. It wasnât the same condescending tone Tom was used to receiving from the girls that hung around Lestrange and Avery, and for that he was glad. Giving her a polite smile, Tom guided the both of them to an empty cauldron, âI donât believe we have, my name is Tom.â
Y/N was not unbearable to work with, much to Tomâs relief. The only hiccup didnât occur until thirty minutes into making the draught when she unknowingly overstepped a boundary of his. Tom had brought his hand up to drop the scurvy grass into the cauldron when she grabbed him; his eyes immediately snapped to her, surprised that she had the audacity to grab him.
âWait,â she said, a hint of panic in her tone, âyou have to add the sneezewort first.â Their hands stayed locked together as Tom took a peek at her potions book laying out in front of them. As his eyes glided over the instructions he saw she was right, causing him to now feel a little embarrassed at the mistake he almost made.
âYouâre right,â Tom cringed on the inside, âit is sneezewort first.â Y/N let go of his hand as he lowered it to switch out the ingredient he was holding. Her grabbing him should have left him disgusted and discreetly wiping his hand against his robes to rid himself of the feeling of her touch But, it wasnât disgust he felt from her touch; just annoyance and a lingering tingling feeling in his hand that he did not want to think about.
Tom and Y/N had just finished their potions when Slughorn had stopped in front of them. âA perfect brew! Though I expect nothing less from either of you!â Slughorn exclaimed in his usual jovial tone. âThank you, sir,â Tom and Y/N replied at the same time. Tom and Y/N looked at one another, and he watched, unable to look away, as a genuine smile tugged at her lips.
Tom momentarily forgot they had been talking to Slughorn until the old fool spoke again, telling them they were welcome to spend the last few minutes of class how they wished. The two chose not to speak, something Tom was grateful for, as they put away their belongings. It wasnât until the bell chimed telling them it was time for lunch that they spoke again.
âIâll see you next Thursday, yeah?â Y/N looked at him with, what he could only describe as a hopeful look in her eyes. Tom nodded, âof course.â Tom watched as she left, her figure sauntering out of the potions door. He was once again reminded of where he was when he heard Averyâs grating voice ask him a question.
Though Tom did not have another class with her till next Thursday, he couldnât seem to stop seeing her in some form. He saw her in the halls, a weird feeling gathering in his chest when she would give him a friendly wave as they passed each other by. He saw her in the Great Hall, his skin growing warm as his eyes accidentally caught hers from where they both sat at their respective tables.
Their next potions class together, Tom planned to work alone, but Y/N fell into step beside him, a playful smile dancing on her lips as she asked, âdo you mind if I join you?â. Tom, who should have found a polite way to tell her to âfuck offâ, couldnât bring himself to turn her away.
âNot at all,â Tom wanted to hex himself. Why would he say that? Tom worked alone, he didnât want nor need a partner, yet he did not hesitate to let her join him. It was beginning to drive him mad, how out of character he was being towards a girl heâs known for no longer than a week. Tom needed answers for why he was acting this way, for why he was being affected in such a way.
But answers wouldnât come. For the next month Tom was tormented every time they worked together: sweaty palms, shortness of breath, conflicting thoughts. He was beginning to think she was attempting to bewitch him in some way, casting discrete spells on him. So, he began to pay closer attention to her, trying to catch her in the act, paying attention to her every move.
He noticed everything. From the way she hid behind her hands when she laughed all the way to how she liked her fruit cut a certain way. Every mannerism he noticed, he mentally jotted downâ in case it was needed for future blackmail of course (he was sure he could spin the fruit thing into a vicious rumor of some kind).
Everything came to a head on February 26th. It was a chilly Friday night and the Slug Club was supposed to meet for a lavish dinner in Slughorn's office with its usual attendants.
Except, when Tom walked in it was anything but the usual attendants or atmosphere. Instead Tom walked into an office decorated to look far more lavish than usual with trays of food and drink floating about for guests to pick off of. As Tom walked further in, he saw more than just the typical group of boys that met once a month. He saw other students, as well as other adults, whom Tom assumed were acquaintances of Slughorn.
Tom thought of skipping this meeting, as gatherings such as this were out of his comfort zone, until something caught his eye. âSweet Salazar,â Tom thought to himself, exasperated. He couldnât believe what he was looking atâ or should he say, who he was looking at. It was Y/N, dressed in a flattering knee length, emerald dress. Tom thought of approaching her, but found himself rooted in place.
After a second, he finally found himself moving towards her, but before he could make it to her side, another boy approached her first. Tom slowed his steps as he felt a surge of white hot anger consume him at the sight of this Neanderthal touching her, as if he was worthy of such a thing. He was a plain looking fellow; average height, basic attire, and dull features.
âAs if she would go for the likes of him,â it was that thought that made alarm bells go off in his head. Why would he think that? If not that boy, then who would she go for? Tomâs mind raced as he thought the question over. He fought with himself as he kept coming back to the same conclusion: Y/N deserved himself.
It was a conclusion he didnât understand, but it was the only one he kept coming back to; the only one that made sense. Needing time to process what he realized, he slinked off, out of Y/Nâs eyesight.
Tom was good at sneaking around and avoiding others, it was something heâd done since before his days at Hogwarts, when he was just a young child at Woolâs Orphanage. So it wasnât hard to avoid Y/N for the remainder of the gathering, but in trying to avoid her, he ran into Slughorn.
âTom! My boy! How are you enjoying the party?â Slughorn asked, clapping a heavy hand on his shoulder. Tom, though he wanted to be left alone, faked a polite smile, âIâm enjoying myself well enough, sir, youâve truly outdone yourself this time.â He hoped a little flattery would help spend this conversation up, as he wasnât in the mood to deal with him right now. âGood, good..â Slughorn trailed off, Tom hoped that would be the end of it, but the Professor seemed to have one more thing to add.
âIâve noticed you hanging around Ms. Y/L/N more, and I must say, I like the idea of you two growing closer,â Slughorn confessed. Tom, though feeling embarrassed that his teacher noticed and decided to comment on an aspect of his personal life, played the bashful card. He forced himself to smile and glance at his feet, âI see.â
Slughorn gave Tom a pat on the back, wishing him luck, and departed to go mingle with more guests. Tom managed to avoid both Slughorn and Y/N for the rest of the night as he stayed in the furthest section of the party, mingling with the likes of Mulciber and Nott.
Finally having had enough, Tom decided to slip out of the room and into the empty hallway, intent on going back to his dorm and getting some rest. He hadnât made it far from the party when he heard Y/N call for him from behind.
âTom!â Y/Nâs voice echoed throughout the hall. Tom stopped and turned to her, unsure of what she could need from him. Once she finally caught up to him, she stopped before him, slightly winded. Tom gave her a moment to collect herself, but a bashful look crossed her face as she seemed to be second guessing herself.
âYes, Y/N?â Tom gently goaded, trying to get her to spit it out. It was another second before she finally spoke, âwill you walk me back to my common room?â. It was a question that took him off guard, as that was not in the realm of what he guessed she could want. The fact that she wanted him to walk her back to her common room made his heart thump wildly against his chest. Giving her a slight nod, he held his arm out to her.
Feeling her hand delicately grasp his arm made him feel sick, having never done anything like this before. âDid you enjoy yourself? I assume this was the first time youâve been invited?â Tom asked, trying to fill the silence. Well, thatâs what he told himself at least. Truthfully, he just wanted to hear her voice; he could listen to her speak all day if she let him.
âYes, this is my first time going,â she confirmed, âit was alright, a bit overwhelming if Iâm being honest.â Tom nodded, knowing what she meant, âI felt the same.â
The two of them lapse into silence, only the sounds of their shoes could be heard as Tom escorted her back to her common room. Tom made sure to take smaller steps to be sure he didnât accidentally drag her across the castle, but also, to prolong their walk.
Still, the walk was over far too soon as they came to a stop in front of her common room entrance. She let go of his arm, and the two of them faced each other. âThank you for walking me back, Tom,â Y/N said. Tom gave her a genuine smile, âit was nothing.â
Y/N looked from Tom, to the entrance, and back to him again. She seemed as if she wanted to say something, and Tom, not wanting to be rude (for once) patiently waited for her to gather her courage to say what was on her mind. âI plan to go to Hogsmeade next weekend, would you mind accompanying me?â She asked.
The look on Tomâs face must have been awfully amusing as Y/Nâs laughter reverberated throughout the hall. The sound of her laughter making his chest ache with how sweet it sounded. It made Tom wish he could bottle it up and keep it on a shelf; save it for moments when he needed to be reminded that something other than pain and cruelty existed in this world.
âSo..â Y/N trailed off, laughter still evident in her tone, âis that a yes?â.
Finding his voice Tom agreed, âthatâs a yes.â
Tom and Y/N bid each other goodnight, parting ways as she stepped through the entrance to her common room. As the entrance closed behind her Tom turned to make his way back to the dungeon, a feeling of anticipation filling him as thoughtâs of Y/N and their future date overrun his mind.
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Give You Some Sugar
prompt: when yn meets h at a club and quite a few unexpected things happen in a short amount of timeÂ
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Y/N finally had the night off.
No charity events, dreadful business dinners, or exclusive invite-only clubs where she had to pretend to be something she wasnât.
The smile on her face forced enough that her jaw and cheeks ached by the end of the night by how much of a farce sheâs putting on.
A twinkling giggle accompanies every stupid joke that is told.
Itâs mind-numbing to pretend that she is an airhead who doesnât understand any aspect of what these businessmen discuss during their dinner.
Though she does, she wasnât stupid and she knew that the offshore accounts to funnel tax money and avoid payouts were illegals - especially considering the fact that they were not talking about chump change but millions and sometimes billions of dollars.
As they spoke of this right in front of her, in an exclusive back room of a five-star restaurant most of the time without a care because they thought that she just simply could not understand their discussions.
YN had to drop out during her last year of college.
Her financial aide ran short and she didnât have anything in her bank account to cover the difference.
Itâs mostly why sheâs in the work she does now, trying to save up to get back in to finish her last year but itâs been pushed off for a few years now.
She thought that she would immediately get out of this line of work the second she got that number she needed in her bank account, it did not work out that way.
No job she could get right now would pay even comparably to what she gets now for simple dinners and events with rich men.
Quitting this job would send her right back into struggling to pay rent or her car note, she grew up living that way.
She didnât want that for herself ever again which is why she has been saving nearly every penny that comes her way to get a hefty enough savings that she wonât have to worry - at least for a while.
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She could do with a pair of strong, smooth hands around her waist - guiding her hips into deep and playful grinds as music pounds much too loudly around them, only lost in each other.
Not the swollen, wrinkly ones that she had to lightly hold like she was enjoying them or the too tight grip on her hips when they had to slow-dance at galas with classical music coming from a live orchestra.
She hasnât had any type of dating life since all this had started.
Not so surprisingly, most men didnât enjoy sharing their girlfriends nearly every night.
And the term sugar baby scared every potential suitor away which had in all honesty made YN give up very soon after - realizing no matter what year it is, thereâs definitely a stigma around what she does.
Y/N needed to feel young again.
Hell - she was twenty-five but the crowd she was around most of the time was sixty-five and above.
She had nothing in common with these men that she spent her time with, very rarely did they have any similar interests or something that they could talk about for more than a few minutes without the conversation withering.
For the most part - she enjoyed being a sugar baby.
It was a lot of cash upfront or in her banking app, gifts, free dinners, and all-expenses paid vacations.
She charged men for her time and appearance.
Laid out flat to them during their initial meeting - she would not have sex with them.
It was non-negotiable, no matter how much money they offered her, she would turn it down and remind them that if they tried it again, she had no problem terminating their contractual agreement that theyâre currently not following.
There was no judgment for anyone who did sleep with their clients.
YN found that she made more than enough without that aspect that it wasnât necessary and it just wasnât for her, she couldnât bring herself to do it for any amount of money.
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YN finally had a night off where she could go to the club without any obligations, just with her friends.
No man to hang onto, to follow around like a puppy, or to always have a fresh drink in hand for them.
Sophie was behind her, one hand on her waist and a drink in her other as they swayed together - always scoping out the people around them and having enough fun with each other to let the night fly by.
Until was a beefy, meathead starts checking Sophie out from a barstool.
His eyes were watching her friend with a focused smirk on the corner of his lips, and his foot was tapping against the floor in rhythm to the music that was pumping through the club.
âYou have a suitor!â YN shouts over the music, subtly nodding toward the man who her friend hadnât noticed yet.
He was Sophieâs type to the tee with a flannel button-up, some type of cowboy boot, and beard.
Her friend makes eye contact with the man finally, after heâd been waiting for her to finally notice and now he takes it as permission to get up from the bar stool to stride over to her and ask her for a dance.
YN leaves them to it, not wanting to block a chance of Sophie having some luck finding someone to go home with tonight after sheâd been complaining about a dry spell.
Not wanting to lose sight of her, YN goes back to the bar and slips into the seat that was just occupied by the man who was currently pulling her friend into his chest to dance.
When asked, she ordered a jack and coke, she wasnât much of a drinker which meant that sheâd most likely sip on that for the rest of the time that she was here, and she could make sure Sophie was safe which would be hard to do if she was drunk.
Someone slides up next to her, bumping her shoulder harshly enough that it makes her gasp, and the man doesnât even apologize before heâs grabbing the bartenderâs attention with an obnoxious, rude snap of his fingers, âMake that two.â
He didnât sound drunk or belligerent, that just made it even more odd that he didnât apologize for bumping into her but maybe he just assumed that itâs normal for that to happen at such a tightly cramped bar.
After a moment, she finally looks out of the corner of her eye.
However, itâs not enough because she's surprised by what she sees and she turns her head to get a full view of what was standing right beside her.
He was broad, that was the first thing that she noticed, was how wide his shoulders were as he squeezed between YN and the patron on the other side of him.
The broadness tapered off into narrow hips and lean thighs but his body was athletic, strong, lithe, and everything that YN had been dreaming of when sheâs holding hands with men who were the opposite of what she was looking at right now.
He had stunning, cropped brown curls, a bit of scruff on his face like he hasnât shaven in a few days, and golden skin from being in the sun - not a tan he could have acquired in London, thatâs for sure.
The man was dressed in black silky button-up that was open enough to display the definition of his chest, a gold cross hanging between his pecs.
The shirt what sheer enough that his abdominal muscles were being shown-off until the band of his black trousers covered them right above his belly button but enough to see that trail of sparse hair leading to it.
Her chest tighten when he turns his head to meet her staring gaze, heâs caught her checking him out, and she knows based on the way his lips turn up, and deep dimples indent his cheeks.
âMind a drink on me, darling?â He tilts his head and smiles wolfishly, purposefully flashing a black Amex between two fingers before tossing it carelessly the shiny oak bar like it was worthless.
Show off.
It didnât do much to impress her, not when she was constantly surrounded by some of the wealthiest men in the world, a single credit card wasnât something to have her drooling over him.
âKnock yourself out,â She shrugs with a raised eyebrow and a somewhat bored tone, letting him know through her facial expressions that she wasnât nearly as impressed as he would like her to be, as most girls probably are.
âIâm Harry,â he puts out his hand, rings twinkling in the dim light and a cross inked on the crook of his hand.
It was the type of hand that sheâd been fantasizing about on her body when she dances with her clients.
They were big, strong, and had veins protruding against the smooth skin that for some reason made her start to feel hot because she wanted those hands on her right now.
âYN,â She replies, trying to keep herself in check.
The firmness of his grip sends a tingle down her spine, his long fingers wrapping around hers, squeezing firmly enough to prove a point, and she tugs back her hand when she realizes she has been holding his hand for a tad too long.
She has been on too many dates in the last three months to count but hasnât gotten laid in a year, if not longer.
And until now, she hadnât felt that desperate to change that, and didn't bitch about dry spells like Sophie did.
When Harry laughs at her for holding his hand for too long, sheâs a fucking goner, and she doesnât know whatâs making him feel so magnetic.
Her body realized it as she watched his hand grip the glass, suck a thumb into his mouth when a splash of liquor spills over - pink tongue peeking out of his puffy, pink lips.
Their conversation goes smoothly and he definitely wins points with YN when he looks out for Sophie when she trots over to the bar to tell her that sheâs going to leave with that lumberjack-looking fellow named Josh.
Harry had judgmentally looked Josh up and down with an unimpressed but indifferent expression before saying, âSend a picture of your driverâs license to YN before you leave so she knows exactly who you are and where you live if thereâs an issue.â
Josh doesnât seem bothered, actually digs his driverâs license out of his wallet, and hands it over to YN, who does snap a picture of it - surprised she had never thought of doing that before now but would definitely from here on out.
Sophie is a bit confused, clearly wondering if YN and Harry knew each other based on just how assertive he was being, acting like he had any right to make demands of a man of a girl he didnât know.
âYou good?â Sophie whispers in her each as she hugs her before leaving.
âA hundred percent. Iâll text you later. You do the same?â YN murmurs back as she squeezes her friend tight - hoping Josh works out for her tonight but he seemed like an alright dude.
They part after that, Sophie taking Joshâs hand and nearly dragging him towards the door with eagerness - YN watches until theyâre out of sight and turns back to the man next to her.
âWhat do you do for work?â Harry asks after the final sip of his mixed drink.
It was just the way that he was looking at her, with such intensity and interest, it made her feel like there was a hot spotlight right on her in front of a crowd, and she wanted to look away but she couldnât break their eye contact.
âCustomer service for an office supply chain, you?â YN lies smoothly, sheâs said it enough times that thereâs not a hint of uncertainty to give her away.
It was her go to job - she wasnât going to tell a random person she was a sugar baby and the job description she gave is boring enough for them not to ask questions or really care to know more.
âJust a boring job in IT,â Harry shrugs, not divulging more information than that as he once again, rudely snaps his fingers at the bartender for another round before starting to ask, âWhat do you-â
âAre you going to take me home or no?â YN interrupts bluntly, she was never typically this forward - really sheâs never been this upfront before.
However, the back and forth of meaningless conversation was driving her to the point of insanity because all she wanted right now was his hands on her and she doesnât know if sheâd ever been as aroused as this from just small talk.
No, with certainty sheâd never felt this much sexual attraction to someone else in her life.
Harryâs eyes narrow at her like a predator locked on prey.
The smile that had almost been permanently etched on his lips for the last hour was gone and his jaw was flexing under the thin skin there that she wanted to sink her teeth into.
As soon as the new glass of jack and coke was in front of him, he picks it up, and takes two long gulps before the cup is empty and heâs bringing it back down against the bar.
YN canât help it when she leans forward to brush a droplet from the corner of his mouth.
Her heart is absolutely pounding when his hand comes up to capture her wrist, eyes intent of her face as he moves her hand until her thumb with the alcohol on it brushes against his lips.
He brings it into his mouth, to suck the liquid off of the digit before nipping it, pulling it back out to rub against his bottom lip for a minute.
YN knew her lips were parted in surprise, arousal, and disbelief at how utterly attractive the man in front of her was with such a simple but filthy move - she craved more of it.
âDo you want me to take you home, pup?â Harry asks with that same head tilt from early, like he doesnât know the answer, and he brushes his nose against the inside of her wrist.
âI donât think I was unclear. Donât make me repeat myself,â YNâs voice is tight and thick but she isnât going to give him control from the start - already knowing Harry will be up for a challenge by the way he holds himself - cock sure.
That has him letting out a low, dangerous chuckle that almost sounds like a growl at the taunts, âOh, thatâs how you want it, sweetheart?â
YN was feeling brave and nearly insane with a warm arousal in her stomach.
She reaches out and runs a purposeful hand across his lap.
A confident smile gracing her face when she palms at him, his cock twitching and plumping up embarrassingly easy for her which makes her let out her own mean chuckle at what he canât hide or control of his body.
His strong, massive hand is coming to stop her.
Her hand twinges in light pain at his rings digging into her skin as he wraps his fingers around her wrist again, this time pulling until sheâs nearly stumbling off her stool but able to right herself at the last moment.
She goes forward, a bit clumsily and meets his hard chest, looking up at him. âI donât think you know what youâre asking for,â He warns, bringing her wrist back up to kiss at where his rings left light indents.
âAre you all talk? Or are you going to -â Because she canât help herself, she wants to get him as riled up as possible so that heâll give her all heâs got because she hasn't had excitement like this in well - ever.
YNâs cut with a rough pinch to her thigh and his mouth at her ear, low and firm, âGet your shit and letâs go, now.â
She moves to put on her jacket, Harry apparently finding that she isnât doing it quickly enough because he knocks her hands away and puts it on her himself before being led out of the club without a second glance back.
As soon as theyâre in the taxi, YN is so hazy with want that she doesnât think twice before straddling his lap and grinding down.
Heâs firm, warm, and smells like he just walked out of a cologne advert for Tom Ford.
Her lips finally make it to where theyâve wanted to be all night, pressing wet kisses along his jawline, and huffing in frustration when his hands grip her hips, stilling her movements and ending any friction that she was getting.
âYou need to be a good girl and wait. Iâm not fucking you in the back of a cab,â Harry hisses, grips her jaw like he can do whatever he wants to her because he can right now, pulling her back with a stern look.
âDonât need to fuck in here, I just want-â YN begins, trying not to flush at how needy she sounds and how much her demeanor has changed from sitting at the bar a few minutes ago.
He literally had her in the palm of his hand and he fucking knew it.
âIâm going to stop you there, pup,â Harry cuts her off, still holding her chin, and his eyes are twinkling with something playful but serious, âItâs not about what you want, is it? Are you a selfish thing, hm?â
âNo,â YN gasps when he brings his hand down, finding her bud over the thin material of her underwear but under her skirt, just tapping at it with no real pressure, âIâm not, I swear. I just want to-â
A sharp pinch replaces the intermittent taps, her legs twitching as an even mixture of pain and pleasure shoot up her spine, âYouâre not a very good listener either, are you?â
Fucking hell.
YN can now say without a shadow of a doubt that sheâs never been more turned on than this in her life.
The submission that was melting through her body was new to her.
Sheâd never whined, pleaded, used such a voice before but it felt natural to meet his dominance.
Her mind was spinning and she wanted him to take care of her, tell her what to do, and instead of being scared because sheâd never wanted anything like this before, it felt like she was falling but it felt freeing.
âPlease,â YN says because she forgets the question that he asked already, anticipating the switch between taps and pinches that keep her body taut on top of him.
Harry loosens his hold on her chin, surprisingly gentle as he tilts it down to get a better look at her, and his face softens for the first time all night, âJesus Christ, look at you. Youâre the prettiest thing Iâve ever seen, you know that? Look how gone you are already. Sâfucking adorable.â
She wants him to kiss her, so bad but heâs keeping his lips right out of her reach.
YN obviously didnât know Harry before tonight but the amount of chemistry between them felt like theyâve done this together a million times.
There was no embarrassment on YNâs end over how much she was just folding for him and there was no hesitance in Harry taking control of everything.
âYouâre being mean,â YN accuses as he pushes her underwear to the side, only to trace his fingertips along the outside of her folds, petting at the wetness before smearing it over her lips and leaning forward to lick it off but not quite kissing her.
âYouâre cute,â Harry laughs as he presses his thumb between her folds, parting them, and finally giving a few harsh rubs to where she needed the friction the most, âYou havenât seen anything yet, darling. Now relax until we get to mine.â
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The line of townhouses where Harry lives, well YN is familiar with because quite a few of her clients live in them.
They were in the heart of London, old brick structures that had five or six floors, she couldnât remember, and they cost more than what most people could even dream about making.
Itâs no surprise how beautiful the interior is, if not a little too basic and boring like heâd just hired a designer to make it look sophisticated and modern without adding even a single touch of himself to the home.
Harry walks her into the house, body pressed up right behind her, and he runs his lips against the nape of her neck after pushing her hair to the side, âDo you need anything first? Drink, food, bathroom?â
YN shakes her head, allowing Harry to start removing her coat, âNo.â
âDo you know your colors?â Harry murmurs, his voice softer and serious, like he wasnât trying to be sexy right now but wanted a real answer.
For a moment, YN blanks because of course she knows her colors, sheâs a grown woman but then wants to smack herself when she realizes what heâs actually asking about.
She did know.
She tried a few things with a previous boyfriend where they discussed safe words but never needed to actually use anything except âgreenâ because it never got far enough to need any others.
âYes, red means stop, yellow means check-in, green means good to go,â YN recites as he turns her around, walking her back into a wall, and just surrounds her with every part of him.
âSmart girl,â Harry agrees, rewarding her with a squeeze to her hip, âNot that I plan for us to do anything crazy tonight. We just met. I just want you to be able to express where youâre at and know we can stop at any time, okay? Is this something youâre comfortable with doing? If itâs not, we can totally have-â
âJust shut up and do something,â YN complains, already feeling a bit spoiled as she appreciates his reminders but god, she wants this so much - can he not see that?
A wicked smile lights up on his face, her hand moving from her hip all the way up her side until itâs resting on the side of her throat, running his thumb over the hollow of her collarbones.
She leans in for a kiss but frowns when he stops her.
âBeg,â he demands, voice impossibly deeper than before.
YN lets a surprised chuckle slip, eyes wide in disbelief, âYou want me to beg to kiss you?â
She didnât want to admit how fucking hot she actual found that.
âYouâre going to do a lot of it tonight, pet,â Harry tells her, unwavering in what heâs asking and not breaking eye contact, âIâll give you anything you want, as long as you beg pretty fâme.â
âPlease,â She replies, swallowing hard, watching him carefully.
âPlease what?â Harry replies with a displeased wilt of his lips, itâs odd how it makes her heart drop like sheâs doing something wrong and she instantly wants to make it right.
âKiss me,â YN breathes, eyes darting between his eyes and mouth, she was breathing heavily like sheâd just run a marathon - sweat already beading at her temples.
âGood girl,â he rewards automatically, nodding his head, and pressing their hips tightly together when he takes another step forward.
YN doesnât know why because never in the past has praise made her stomach flip but when he told her she was good, it felt like heâd just given her the highest compliment of all time.
He dips down and connects their mouths, itâs surprisingly sweet for a moment as he gently goads her into opening up so that he can take control, and it only makes sense that heâs skilled.
Harryâs hands are moving once again, to her shirt, and YN lifts her arms up to give him permission which he takes, pulling back to yank it roughly over her head like he couldnât get it off her fast enough.
âMay I?â He asks as his fingertips dance along the lace of her bra.
His voice hasnât changed from the stable and calm which was the exact opposite to the chaotic frenzy that had overtaken YNâs brain.
âYes,â YN agrees, reaching behind herself to begin to unclasp her bra which earns a pinch to her hip.
âI didnât ask you to take it off, did I?â He rumbles as YNâs hands fall back at her sides, allowing him to reach around her to without any struggle unclasp the latch of her bra and he drags it down her arms, tossing it to the floor.
YN feels embarrassed for a moment because she was standing in front of the most attractive man sheâs ever seen in her life, let alone somehow managed to get to take her home, and heâs probably seen his fair share of beautiful people.
Itâs instinct to move to cover herself.
âWhatâs that for?â Harry frowns as he notices her arm moving up, his voice is softer than itâs been all night, gentle and cautious, âWhatâs your color?â
âGreen,â YN responds immediately, âI justâŚIâm being stupid.â
And her heart is sinking because she feels like sheâs killing the entire mood with her insecurity that sheâs never had quite like this before but standing in front of him wasâŚ.a lot.
âYouâre not being stupid, itâs okay, pup,â Harry soothes, his hands coming to rub at her forearm before heâs gently tugging them away, his eyes glued to her chest as itâs revealed once again.
âThis is what you wanted to hide from me and you call me mean?â Harry huffs as he cups them, fitting perfectly into his hands as his thumbs come to brush where her nipples are already pebbled from the chill in the room, âYou have the prettiest tits Iâve ever seen, darling. God, I could stare at you forever and never get bored.â
YN has to remind herself that itâs all talk, this is what people do at random hookups, say things that they will forget in the morning because they were meaningless - Harry wasnât doing anything more than that.
âI need more,â YN whimpers because the way he was teasing at her nipples with light swipes of his thumbs, not giving anything more than that, she felt like she was going to go insane when he leaned down to swipe his tongue around both of them to get them harder before pulling back, she tacks on, âPlease.â
âSince you asked so nicely. I guess I could give you a little more,â He hums thoughtfully, moving to roll them between his forefinger and thumb, giving enough of a pinch that it makes her gasp.
YN realizes thatâs all heâs going to give her, a little bit more, but still not enough.
Now itâs clicking, sheâs going to have to ask, scratch that, beg for anything she wants.
Even though heâs the one being dominant, she actually has all the control.
Sheâs not used to talking so much during hookups, let alone having to ask for what she wants but if thatâs what she had to do to get more from him - well thatâs what sheâs going to do.
âHarry, I-â YNâs mind blanks for a moment when he gives a particularly good twist as he sucks a mark into the underside of her jaw, âI need more, Iâm so wet.â
It was the truth, she needed friction, touch, something.
âYouâre wet? Why didnât you say so, pet?â Harry teases, acting like heâs surprised by her words, âGonna let me take this off you? Let me see what else youâre hiding from me?â
âYes, take it off,â YN agrees breathlessly, hand coming to balance of his shoulder when he unzips her skirt, kicking it off her ankles when it falls to the floor, and catches Harry staring at her once again.
âFuck, youâre so pretty. How did I manage to get you to come home with me, baby?â Harry asks but it doesnât sound teasing or like a line as he snaps the elastic of her thong against her skin.
YN knows sheâs not in charge but she isnât thinking before sheâs stepping forward and leaning up to kiss him, her hand cupping his jaw because even just for a moment, she wants his mouth again.
Heâs definitely surprised by the action but not unpleased, kissing her back and taking the lead again by moving her how he wants her, and he allows it for a long moment before pulling back, a soft smirk on his lips.
âJust wanted a kiss,â YN tells him, hand still on his face.
âWanted a kiss, hm? Youâre the sweetest thing, arenât you?â Harry chuckles as he pulls her back in for another, brushing their lips together, biting at her bottom lip, and then soothing it with his tongue, âYouâre so good, you know that?â
It seems like the sharpness from earlier, the more demanding dominance has faded into something much sweeter which YN enjoys just as much as she enjoyed how their encounter started, this was just as good.
Harryâs hand moves down the center of her sternum, drifting left to tweak her nipple once more before starting to drag down her belly which has her sucking in when goosebumps break out on her skin.
âLove how you react to me,â Harry murmurs, kissing along her jaw as he hooks the band of her underwear under his thumb, âKnow youâll be so pretty for me when Iâm touching you, yeah?â
âThen touch me,â YN bites out, her arousal was swirling at a vicious quell in the pit of her stomach and she felt like she was going to explode if she didnât get relief soon, she wasnât used to being teased like this, she was on fire.
Harry laughs meanly, hand quick as it moves to part her folds and press firm circles on her clit, âOh darling, just because Iâm being nice doesnât mean that Iâm not in charge. Youâre not tough, not with that way youâre dripping on my palm.â
The thing is, Harry isnât all talk because he finds her spot in less than five seconds when he slips down to push two fingers into her and crook them towards himself, his palm coming to lie flat against her clit to give her friction.
âRide âem for me,â Harry tells her as he still them inside of her, eyes flickering between her face and center like heâs spoiled for choice.
YN doesnât feel any of that earlier embarrassment, she feels empowered now as she bears down before pulling back up, short ruts of her hips because theyâre still standing and she can only do so much.
She moans loudly when he presses the heel of his palm more directly against her which leaves her torn between grinding forward or moving up and down on his fingers because both feel so good.
âListen to me,â Harry reminds her sternly, it doesnât need any further explanation because heâd already told her what he wanted and the self-indulgent figure eights of her hips werenât conducive to that.
YN struggles not to grind forward to give her clit the friction that itâs craving but it feels amazing every time he strokes against her spot too.
Sheâs definitely never been with someone whoâs been able to make her feel like this.
âOh, look at that pout,â Harry coos, his free hand coming up to pull at her jutted out bottom lip and drag it down, âYou spoiled little thing, sâembarassing how much Iâm willing to let slide right now.â
The last sentence was quieter, almost like he was saying it to himself but she canât dwell on that for much longer because she feels the tightness in her stomach start to ball up in anticipation.
âIâm close, Harry,â YN mewls as she starts to grind her hips forward again and ignoring his prompts from earlier, she was being selfish now in chasing her relief that sheâs been craving.
âWell youâre not coming because you canât seem to listen very well,â Harry replies as he pulls his hand out from her underwear, the elastic causing a mark on his hand where itâs been stretched taut around his wrist.
YN whines when that building of sensation begins to fizzle out.
Sheâs never been denied like this before.
It was usually quite the accomplishment when a guy could get her there in the first place.
Now Harry was making it seem simple to get her to the edge, simple enough that he didnât care about taking it away from her either.
âNo, no,â YN gasps when her legs start to feel unsteady from how much sheâd been tensing them previously, thereâs no stopping the tears that are stemming at the corner of her eyes now.
Harryâs expression changes once again, the dominance and teasing dissipating into something sweeter as he brings her into his chest, kissing the apples of her cheeks as he sweeps a few hairs off her face.
âSâokay,â He simpers, it isnât teasing or condescending, âNo used to being denied, are you?â
YN shakes her head, basking in the way his hands are rubbing at her sides, massaging at her hips.
âColor?â
âGreen.â
Without a second thought.
The brightest green possible.
Maybe the green of his eyes.
âCan I take you to my room?â Harry asks softly, pulling back to study her face and swipe over cheekbones where she knows sheâs overheated.
âPlease,â YN replies, taking his hand when he holds it out.
As they walk through the expanse of his home, up the flight of stairs, she realizes just how dressed he is in comparison to her - everything but his jacket still on as his boots click against the hardwood floors.
His room is similar to the rest of the home, barely lived in with not even a picture to make it seem homey.
The colors were dull neutrals of beige, tan, white, and not one thing that made it seem like he slept here every night - even the bed was made with tight lines and tucked corners.
It was beautiful, all of it, expensive-looking but not for a home, maybe for a hotel.
The only sign of him was the closet that was open, rows of neatly hung and organized clothes lining the walls to show that this was in fact a lived-in space.
YN sits on the edge of the bed as Harry moves around to turn on a few of the lamps before turning off the brighter overhead.
He comes to stand in front of her, his hand coming down to cup her face once again, heâs looks mesmerized by her, the way his eyes are tracing over every single one of her feautres, âI want you so much.â
YNâs breathing hitches, getting caught in her throat for a moment becuase he says it with such intensity and she truly can feel how much he means it.
Itâs too intimate for a one night stand.
All of this has been already.
âI donât want to wait any longer,â YN tells him honestly, itâs not that she didnât enjoy the teasing.
No, she absolutely loved it.
She could imagine a whole day laid up in bed with him, letting him play with her however she wanted but now wasnât the time, the need was too intense to have the patience for that.
His lips tilt up at that, âDonât think I could say ânoâ to you even if I wanted. Caught me âround your finger, havenât you? Impossible not to be gone with your beauty, if Iâm honest. Everything about you.â
Itâs all talk, YN reminds herself.
All part of the give and take of a one-time hookup.
YN moves to begin to undress him but he bats her hands away, moving much quicker to rid himself of his clothes, and though his shirt hadnât left much to the imagination - itâs still startling to see how fit he is.
His muscles quite literally ripple as he bends down to rid himself of his trousers, as he tucks his thumbs into his briefs, and shimmies them down his lean thighs without an ounce of insecurity like YN have.
There was no world where heâd need to be insecure, not with how defined and beautiful his body was, the tattoos just the icing on the cake to what was already breathtaking.
When she reaches out, without even thinking to wrap her hand around him because that part of him matches the attractiveness of the rest of him - unfair that heâs so magnificently built and has a length to match.
He wraps his fingers around her wrist, moving to lay her hand flat on his abdomen, shaking his head, âTonightâs about you, pup. What do you want?â
YN lets her hand wander over the expanse of his stomach, dipping into the ridges of hard muscle until sheâs met with the softer, plush of his hips, and repeating the process over and over.
âPuppy,â Harry laughs fondly at her distractedness, tapping her on the nose to get her attention.
The laugh stops when YN leans forward to press her lips against his warm skin, appreciative kisses smeared against the butterfly on his upper stomach, the light sprinkling over hair by his bellybutton.
âHow-â Harryâs breathing heavier now, voice not sounding as confident for a moment until he clears his throat and sounds more steady, âHow do you want it, darling?â
YN pulls back, albeit unwillingly, and itâs a hard question.
Now sheâs spoiled for choice.
But thereâs one thing that she cannot get out of her head.
âI want to ride you,â YN decides finally, lifting her hips when Harry finally gets her thong off, wriggling the tight fabric off the thick of her hips and thighs before heâs adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor.
âI-â Harryâs voice is unsteady again, âAre you sure? I can do the work, pet.â
âItâs what I want,â YN tells him with an unwavering gaze.
âSâwhat youâre going to get then,â Harry rumbles in agreement, surprising her when he sits next to her on the end of the bed, fully expecting him to shimmy up towards the middle to splay out.
He tugs her onto his lap until sheâs straddling him with knees pressed into the mattress on either side, and chest squished up against his.
His hands move to cup her bum, moving to situate them just right but YN is too impatient for the careful positioning that Harryâs doing, reaching down to guide him into where she needed him most.
âFucking hell,â Harry moans lowly in surprise as she sinks down onto him.
He fits in her perfectly, it was exactly what she needed but because she was so on edge, she knew that she wasnât going to be able to last long because that tension was already building back up in her belly.
âHarry,â YN moans as she sits down completely, clit brushing against his pubic bone to provide the friction that she needed.
âYouâre okay, youâre perfect. There you go,â He encourages, one hand still on her ass, and the other moving to cup her neck, âYouâre such a good girl, never had anyone take it so well.â
A flame of jealousy shouldnât lick up her spine at the thought of him with someone else but it does momentarily.
YN lifts up to start a rhythm that works more for her than for him, rotating her hips instead of bouncing to get him to reach the spot inside of her while getting the sensation on her bud at the same time.
Harry doesnât seem to mind how greedy and self-indulgent sheâs being right now, holding her closely, and murmuring words of encouragement against her cheek where his lips are brushing soft kisses.
âThere you go, take what you want. Sâyours.â
âThatâs it, you feel so good on me.â
âYouâre wrecking me, pup. Never had it this good.â
It was all too much, too intimate, too addicting for one time.
When Harry grips her bum harder, directing her grinds more harshly into him, more unrelenting and intense, it barrels her towards the release that sheâs been craving since he met him.
âIâmâŚ.Iâm coming,â YN pants out, she was sheen with sweat, the previous chilled house seeming like a sauna as her skin sticks to Harryâs, hips picking up the pace as the band in her belly releases and sheâs barreling over the edge.
âYeah, pup. Give it to me, youâre the most beautiful thing, coming on my cock,â Harry groans as she squeezes around him, it doesnât take more than two or three thrust upwards for him to follow suit.
âFuck, you did so good,â Harry sighs as they sit there, he keeps her in his lap as he brushes her hair away from her face and neck, peppering kisses along her sweaty temple, and rubbing up and down her back.
It was too intimate.
YN was liking this too much.
And god, that really fucking scared her.
YNâs quiet when they finally separate, Harry goes about cleaning them both up as best as he can with a damp cloth, and thereâs no conversation about her spending the night because heâs tucking her into the comforter without discussion before sliding in next to her.
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When YN wakes up the next time, itâs still dark outside, and she realizes that she was awoken by movement in the room.
As she sits up, she blinks the sleep out of her eyes, and her bones still feel heavy from not getting enough sleep to recover from her activities on the night.
Thereâs only a dim lamp in the corner of the room, it highlights Harry whoâs now dressed in a pair of dress pants, a button- up and suit jacket slung over a chair in the corner of the room.
The clock reads five in the morning. .
âHi,â YN rasps, voice thick with sleep, no attempting to keep the confusion out of her tone.
She rubs her eyes to try to wake herself a bit more.
When Harry looks over at her - well, he looks different.
He doesn't have a twinkle in his eye and his lips are set in a firm line.
There hadnât been anything that had happened between the time he helped lay her down in his bed and now that would warrant the change in his demeanor but she already felt her stomach sinking before the words came out of his mouth.
âYou can leave now. Iâve folded on the bench with money for a cab. I need you out in the next twenty minutes, I have to go,â Harry states bluntly, uninterested in her response as he goes back to his suitcase without another glance.
True to his word, on the bench in front of the bed was her outfit neatly folded and bills for a ride home.
What a fucking asshole.
âYou must be joking,â YN laughs in disbelief, was she really getting kicked out right now?
Her mind was spinning.
How did they go from having such an amazing, intimate night to being kicked to the curb?
It wasnât like she expected them to fall madly in love or for him to even want her number but of course there was hope this could be more.
She just wasnât expecting this.
âI have multiple meetings this morning before I leave on a business trip. I donât have time for this back and forth. I donât know what your expectations of me were but this is where our night ends. We fucked, thatâs it. Alright?â Harryâs tone is monotone, emotionless, and he wonât even look at her.
YN lets out a scoff for him to know just how pissed off she was, ripping the comforter off her body and letting it crumble onto the ground as she slides out of the bed.
She looks down and realizes Harry had slid a very baggy shirt onto her, probaly as she was falling asleep last night.
It was a Kiss band tee.
It looked expensive and vintage.
It nearly brushed her mid-thighs.
Fuck it, sheâs not giving it back.
Gathering in her phone, dress, shoes, she storms out of his bedroom.
She could get her own fucking cab.
YN makes her way quickly through the maze of the rather large house, finding the staircase and wanting to get out of this house as soon as fucking possible with annoyance when she hears him trailing after her.
When her hand reaches the knob on his front door, heâs not far behind her, having the advantage of knowing his way around his own house.
âYou can wait for your ride here. Itâs still dark out. You donât have to stand outside. Are you going to put your clothes back on? You donât have any pants on and itâs cold out.â
He doesnât ask for his shirt back.
YN laughs dryly, no humor in his tone as she says, âNow you care? Iâd rather not spend another minute in your house, prick.â
With that, sheâs yanking open the heavy front door, ready to never see this man again.
Before she closes it, she looks at Harry whoâs looking at her with a mixed expression of concern, surprise, and anger.
It was comical.
âAnd I donât need your fucking money,â She spits, tossing the bills back into the house, slowly dancing to the ground before slamming the front door.
Already pulling up Uber on her phone as she walks down the sidewalk.
Fuck that asshole.
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YN tossed and turned a bit when she got back home - still infuriated with the man sheâd just left.
It didnât help that he had made her feel so much pleasure and that sex had been amazing.
He had to ruin it with his shitty personality.
He really did put on a good act though.
When sheâs finally up, later than normal, and stirring her iced coffee with too much caramel and creamer, she gets an incoming call.
âHiya babe,â An voice chirps, someone she doesnât want to talk to right at this moment.
âWhat do you want?â YN mutters back, sipping on her drink without enthusiasm.
âI got a last minute job for you,â He supplies, his voice a little hesitant.
Niall was the...well the middle-man so to speak.
He was the liaison between her and the men she called her sugar daddies.
Niall worked for a higher up - it was a shady business at best but they did take care of their girls.
YN was grateful for their safety measures.
Background checks, always having security on standby if a girl needs help, as well as giving the women freedom to turn down men they didnât want to deal with without a need for explanation.
âNow tell me, why does it sound like youâre about to tell me somethinâ I donât like?â YN replies suspiciously.
Niall wasnât ever known to be described as hesitant.
âI know itâs last minute, okay? But a new customer needs a date for a three day trip to Milan. The flight leaves tonight.â
âFuck no, I -â
âHeâs willing to pay fifty-thousand up-front to you, plus everything on the trip,â Niall tells her and she really canât say no to that amount of money, he knows that and thatâs why heâs even asking.
Sheâs never ever been offered that much.
It would help a lot.
âFine,â YN sighs, rubbing a hand over her face at the thought of the quick packing and preparing that sheâs going to need to do in a very short amount of time. âDoes he know what I look like?â
Niall had a habit of not showing the men pictures - just assuring them that the girl is hot.
Only that sometimes doesnât work out - not when the men have certain preferences such as body shape, hair color, eye color, etcâŚ
âHe didnât want to see any pictures. He said that he didnât care what the girl looked like as long as she cleaned up nicely and could hold herself intelligently at his events. The man literally only wants you as arm candy,â Niall replies.
This all sounds a bit too good to be true, âNiall, are you sure this is legitimate?â
âOf course. Did a background check, Job check, he paid us his ten-thousand dollar deposit upfront plus an extra five grand due to the short notice. He provided all of his information and signed all the forms.â
âHeâs dumb rich, isnât he?â YN laughs, hearing the absurd amount of money he dished out for a three-day date.
He must be desperate.
âOnly worth a cool four-hundred and thirty million dollars.â
âShut the fuck up.â
âNot even joking, I should have charged the dude more if Iâm honest,â Niall laughs loudly.
âMust have one hell of an ugly mug if he canât find a girl willing to go without paying,â YN chuckles - girls donât care what men look like when their wallets are fat enough.
âI met him earlier. Handsome bloke, young dude too. Quite a mystery but I donât ask questions - just accept the money. He had it all in cash,â Niall tells her before adding, âIâm going to send you all the details. You need to be at the port by six sharp.â
YN guesses an all expenses paid trip to Milan would be a nice way to get her shitty day off of her mind.
She couldnât have been more wrong.
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YNâs Uber gets to the private airport just a bit before six, they were already getting everything ready to go as she exits the car and thanks the driver after he gets her two suitcases out of the boot.
She always had a bit of nerves before meeting her next client, this could be a very easy three days or difficult depending on who he is but usually it worked out just fine and she was never trapped.
However when a sharp, matte black phantom pulls up to the tarmac, YN knows that has to be her clientâs car, and when the door opens, the opposite way than normal, sheâs more than flabbergasted by who exits.
None other than Harry who looks equally as surprised as her before he hardens his facial features once again.
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w.c - 2.0k | genre - highschool!au/slice of life | pairings - jisung x gn reader | authors note - omfg i'm back from hiatus đ anyw req by my bby @starseungs i hope u enjoy <3 req can be found here!
life brings about many surprises, one of which comes in the form of han jisung.
life as a highschooler wasn't easy, navigating through workloads, teenage crushes, and the struggles of a growing and developing brain.
most of all, the concept of soulmates.
soulmates were a thing you would expect from a movie, a fictional world. yet, it was very much true, girls gossiping over potential soulmates in the hallways, boys proposing to their girlfriends in soccer games, happy couples strolling down the streets of the city. your life was lived in monochrome, the classic black and white. it was only when you met your supposed soulmate at the age of 18 that everything would explode, a vibrant splatter of colours that finally allowed you to see the world as it was, not just through a filter. people described it as the feeling of warmth on your skin, the thrill of it all, the reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues, purples, pink, all the hues, like home.
but that blood red string scared you.
what was so good about soulmates? the idea of having the rest of your life laid out before you, pre-destined and fated, scared you. what if your soulmate lived halfway across the world? what if you would never meet your soulmate, destined to die a lonely death while everyone else danced under the stars with their loved one? what if you didn't like the life planned out for you? what if you had to live the rest of your life seeing only black and white, and never see the yellow of the sun or the fresh green of the grass and the vibrant red of the flowers? what if your soulmate didn't want you?
it was especially the latter of the questions that haunted you the most.
you feared, with a frightening worriedness, that your chosen one would reject you. you had heard stories of people being rejected by their chosen soulmate, only to either live out their lives in misery or take their own life. no one was ever the same after meeting their soulmate.Â
to be honest, you would rather live forever in a world with only black and white than to go through that heartbreak. you would never allow yourself to fall in love, you vowed. soulmate or not, heartbreak was something you never wanted to experience.
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"oi!"Â
"what do you want for your birthday? y'know what, nevermind, it should be a surprise." jisung grinned, ruffling your hair as you scowled at him.
"don't remind me, you know how much i dread the damned day." you groaned, shoulders sagging in defeat.Â
your 18th birthday.Â
the day you would finally meet your soulmate.Â
life had been so peaceful until now, you thought. until someone would come into the picture and fuck everything up.
just 7 days to go until the day. 7 days wouldn't be that bad, right?
wrong.
day 7. day 6. day 5. day 4. day 3. day 2.Â
each day, you could feel the trepidation settling into your bones, a chill running through your spine every time you looked at the clock on the wall, until that very day.
the day was normal, well-wishes from your parents and your gift given to you, the new bag you had been yearning for, significantly improving your mood, a smile on your face as you walked to the bus, corners of your lips lifting up and eyes crinkling. your eyes zeroed in on every person as you boarded the bus, squinting in anticipation of the bright colours that were supposed to burst in your vision. luckily, the world remained black and white, not a single spot of colour. you looked down at your phone. damn. the only classes you had with jisung were in the afternoon.
throughout the day, everyone showered you with birthday wishes, gifting you beautifully wrapped presents, yet you couldn't find it in your heart to be genuinely happy, a fake smile plastered on your face as you thanked them for the wishes. it wasn't that you didn't appreciate the gifts, truly. you just dreaded the change that would come in a few hours or so. in a few hours, you would be meeting the person that you would spend the rest of your life with.Â
"class dismissed!" you startled awake with a jolt, unconsciously having daydreamed throughout the class, lost in thought. as you scrambled to move onto the next class, hastily picking up your textbook, a hand stopped you. you flinched in surprise, heightened alertness instantly kicking in. a girl held out your pen to you, the world still remaining in black and white.
thank goodness.
up next was biology, your hated arch nemesis. groaning half-heartedly to yourself as you dragged yourself to your locker to dump your heavy textbooks in, a voice broke you out of your reverie.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY-" a voice screamed, causing you to yelp in surprise, head whipping around in surprise as you finally saw the offender of your eardrums.
oh.
time seemed to stop.
red, the colour of his old beanie.
brown, the colour of his soft silky hair that you loved to thread your fingers through.
black, the colour of his old sweatpants and backpack.
yellow, the colour of his pins on his backpack.
blue, the colour of his fluffy hoodie.
purple, the colour of his keychain.
white, the colour of the blinding brightness that seemed to overtake you for a millisecond.
han jisung was your fucking soulmate.
in his hands was a badly wrapped present, wrapped in a bright yellow paper, his lips parted in shock and surprise as he started dumbfoundedly at you.
"oh."
he could only sputter, his boba eyes round and wide as the present dropped to the floor in shock.
han jisung was your soulmate.Â
fuck.
"uh- so-" jisung's hand came up to scratch the back of his head, eyes wide in disbelief.Â
"so uh- we're..."
"soulmates." you could only say in response.
should you be happy? you were supposed to jump in joy, after all. anyone would expect someone to be happy after bagging the person who was simultaneously your best friend and your secret crush.Â
but why did it feel like you and jisung were headed on a one way train to doom?
"i- i gotta go." you stammered, turning around and dashing out the hall, breathing laboured as you heard him call after you in desperation.
no, no, no-
life was going so well. he would never want you, ever. he would never see you in that way. your friendship would be ruined. you would lose your best friend.Â
life seemed to bustle around you as you ran. greens, pinks, purples, hues of every shade faded into your vision as you ran, tears finally cascading down your face, dripping onto the lush grass beneath your feet. you couldn't bring yourself to look at anything, eyes tightly shut, a stark reminder of what would change.
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[57 missed calls]
jisungieÂ
hello??
y/n?
i know you probably don't want to see me now...
but i'll be here waiting for you, ok?Â
it's probably hard to accept that we're soulmates...
but take your time:)
seen at 12.03 a.m
jisungie
you didn't come to class today...Â
r u ok??
take care of yourself
seen at 15.39 p.m
jisungie
its been five days already
i miss you
seen at 23.12 p.m
---
you threw your phone across the room, head buried in your shoulders as you muffled a sob.Â
fuck him and his perfect personality.
if only he were that easy to forget, to let go.Â
but he was han jisung. perfect in every way. as if you could ever dream of forgetting him and his warm touch, his wide grin, his fluffy brown hair hanging over in his eyes with a boyish innocence.
"ding!"
you groaned in annoyance, flinging the sheets back, stumbling out of bed, and quickly wiping away your tears.Â
probably one of mom's online deliveries again.Â
walking down the stairs, you swung open the door.Â
"hi, you can leave the delivery there-"
except it wasn't even a delivery man.
it was han jisung.
"jisung-?"Â
you could only stammer in response, eyes widening as you took a step back.
after all, what was one supposed to say to your soulmate that you'd been avoiding for days?
a flash of white and pink caught your eyes. your gaze drifted down to his hands, only to be met with a bouquet of pink, white, and red tulips, a beautiful arrangement wrapped in pink tulle and tied together with a elegant white ribbon.
"uhh... surprise?" jisung smiled anxiously before scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as his face turned crimson red.
too stunned to speak, you could only stand there gaping at him. after what felt like an eternity, you finally spoke.
"what are you doing here?"
"wait... lemme just- uh- compose myself. big speech, y'know?" he grinned in nervousness, fidgeting slightly, clearly a bundle of nerves.
"so..." he exhaled. "i know i'm probably the last person you want to see right now, but... i don't blame you. but however you feel about us being... soulmates, it doesn't change the fact that i don't mind being your soulmate. i was... pretty happy at first, but then you ran away, so i-"
"wait, happy? i thought you would be mad, or angry, or anything-" you cut him off, brows furrowing in confusion.
jisung gulped. "i had feelings for you."Â
"what-?" your heart rate skyrocketed, a ringing in your ears, the thumping of your heart against your ribcage, all making you painfully hopeful, pleading with the gods to not break your heart and dash your hopes again.
"i- i had feelings for you. so... no matter how you want this whole soulmate thing to turn out, even if you don't feel the same, i'll be happy either way knowing you're my soulmate. if you don't want it to, this won't change anything between us, we can go back to living our normal lives-"
jisung was cut off by the feeling of soft, plush lips on his, crashing into him with a ferocity as your arms were thrown around his neck, teeth clashing with his, warm hands threading into his hair.
you didn't think you would ever get used to kissing jisung, you thought. every single touch, smile, even a tiny glance set your nerves ablaze. the feeling of his pillowy lips on yours was thrilling, his hands threaded into your hair and pulling you closer by your lower back, pressing you flush against him until there was so space between the two of you, bridging the gaps that felt like oceans forcing the two of you apart.
finally, the two of you parted with a gasping 'pop', ears red and cheeks flushed, staring at each other in childlike wonder.Â
"thank you for the tulips," you smile, taking them from his hands and planting one last kiss on his cheek, "they're lovely."
jisung's ears turned bright red, stammering out a 'you're welcome' in response as you laughed at his antics. "oh, that reminds me," he smiled giddily, hand reaching into his pocket to pull out a beautiful baby pink coloured box, gently opening it. you gasped, inside was a beautiful necklace with a heart charm in the middle, simple and elegant. "i was gonna give this to you on your birthday, but... well, you ran off, so here." he smiles nervously awaiting your reaction, and is pleasantly surprised when you squeal and plant a big fat kiss on his lips. he helps you put it on, your lips finding his again as you wrap your arms around his neck and tug him closer. "it's beautiful, thank you." you smile, resting your head in the crook of his neck.
"so you'll accept me as your soulmate?" he asked, eyes wide as he worried his bottom lip between his teeth, anxiously waiting for your answer.
you nod, smiling. "i accepted you as my soulmate the moment i found out, i just... thought you wouldn't feel the same way back... so i just avoided you. in hindsight, that sounds pretty stupid," you sigh.
"aish, we could've kissed a long time ago if i had just told you i felt the same!" jisung groaned, pulling you closer as you laughed and smacked his arm in playful indignation. "at least we worked it out." smiling softly, you allowed yourself a moment of peace, tucking your head into the crook of his neck.
"out of all the people in the world, i'm stuck with you, han jisung. but you're the best person to be stuck with."
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