#with only a few who stand out and have like. something to really grab onto

[dfroggofarson]

Your room is dark and still. It is well past midnight, the slow muffles of the city coming inside through your half-opened window only lulls you more into your dreams.

But not the man sitting in your chair.

You jolt awake, eyes runnig around your room, and your uneasiness becomes justified as soon as you meet with the hazel eyes fixed on your form.

"What the...?!" You panic even more when you realize who's eyes you're looking into.

Kento Nanami sits in your chair in the corner of your bedroom, all leaned back, legs crossed, fingers intertwined in his lap. Your breathing is ragged, you're feeling transparent, see-though and bare - you are just in your pajamas.

So many questions flood through your head, but you don't start yelling.

No, not when it's him.

"Nanami, why... why are you here?"

You instinctively tighten the blanket around you when he moves. He stands up slowly, straightens his suit, and makes his way to your bed. You want to run, scream for help, but his gaze mortifies you.

Nanami sits on the edge of your bed, just inches away from you, and slowly reaches out. You want to pull away, but before you could do that, he grabs your face in a flash. He is not violent, doesn't squeeze your cheeks at all, just holds it.

If you weren't terrified to your core, you would have said that in his eyes, you saw love.

But you aren't going to mistake it for obsession.

He tilts his head, still not letting go of your face. He, instead, starts carressing your skin with his thumb. "You have no idea how beautiful you are. The things I would do for you..." He trails off, getting lost in thoughts you knew no way in hell were healthy.

"Nanami..." you begin, but stop again when his eyes meet yours.

You only realize there is something splattered across his face when you look closer.

Your blood runs cold.

"Nanami, what happened?" You ask, and hope to God it was just some syrup or anything else than what you know suspect is on him.

He humms in question, then reaches for his face. He smudges the liquid and looks at his hands. "Ah, sorry, sweetheart. Had some business to tend to before I came to see you."

You watch in horror as he licks the blood off his thumb, then frowns. "Yours is so much more tasty."

He tries to reach for your face again, expression still firm and cold, but you grab his palm mid-air. He watches as you set it back on his thigh. "Nanami. Why don't we talk about this in the morning? I'm really tired now."

You want nothing more than to have him out of your room, your whole life, but you are alone in your apartment in the middle of the night, with your phone out of reach. And you know well how he gets when something upsets him. So instead, you yawn, pretending to be sleepy - in truth, your heart is racing, nerves just a move away from snapping. But you give him a small smile you know he'll notice despite the dark.

Nanami blinks, then snickers (which sounds more like a scoff). "Sorry, I got ahead of myself. I know you like your sleeping hours undisturbed," you almost sigh in relief when he stands up from your bed. "Then I'll meet you in a few hours. I'll get you some coffe and a croissant."

"Okay," you just reply, and fake a yawn again.

"Good night then, sweetheart," he waves you goodbye, but before exiting your room, hand already on the handle, he stops. "I can see right through you, love. You don't have to go around lying to me all the time."

You freeze again, and he turns to face you this time.

His stare is gravely sharp.

"Don't lie to me."

A second later, the door closes, and you don't dare to collapse onto the bed and start sobbing until you're sure he's out of your apartment.

You have no idea he's still standing outside your bedroom door.

I realized I only post CB and random shitposts, which is not cool. evil!Nanami has been bugging me for exactly three days, so inspired by Erika Lundmoen's song Yad, I wrote this little thing. Do you like it?

Read chapter one of I want it All here >>

dividers by @strangergraphics and @cursed-carmine

[csjw]

glowing

pairing: heeseung x reader, mentions of jake x reader genre: angst……. hurt no real comfort….. feeling evil….. heh…… oh and y’all are in college wc: 1.7k a/n: heeseungs down bad for you, jays just trying his best, does jay even really help?, reader uses she/her, mentions of drinking and lava sharks! not proofread....

Heeseung stumbles through the hallways of the apartment complex, vision still blurry and balance still not quite right. It takes five tries of jamming his key into the lock but he finally gets inside.

Even with his drunken stupor he can tell that Jay's already home, his shoes neatly placed next to the door. Heeseung takes his shoes off quietly so as to not bother his roommate who’s probably asleep by now and flops down onto the couch.

With a sigh of relief he sinks into the soft cushions. He feels like he can just melt into the smooth leather. His body feels warm and tingly still and he smiles to himself just staring up at the ceiling.

He feels a buzz in his back pocket and reaches his arm around to grab his phone. His lock screen, still, a picture of you smiling in his studio with those big headphones on from months before. A ghost of a smile on his lips.

He looks down and sees an instagram notification, you had just posted. He clicks it without a second thought, like a habit, and he regrets that decision immediately.

The reason for his drunkenness staring right back at him. To anyone else it’s nothing crazy, almost something they would have predicted if they knew anything about you.

A selfie of you and Jake, on what looks like a picnic date? He doesn’t care. He stares at the image of you staring right back at him. Your eyes are half closed, you’ve got that big smile on your face. The one he can still see even now, the one that haunts him when he tries to sleep at night, the one he lost. And then he looks at him.

Jake’s head is turned, looking straight at you but Heeseung can tell he’s got a matching wide grin on his face too. Heeseung thinks to himself about how much he hates him, how he’s ugly, and stupid, and gross. But he looks at you again and you just look so damn happy he pushes those ugly emotions down. With a sigh he turns off his phone, putting it back in his pocket.

Stepping outside onto the balcony, he decides that some fresh air will help sober him up. Even though that picture already felt like a bucket of ice water was just splashed onto his face, a wake up call that drinking away the heartache won’t do him any good.

The sun’s already set and it’s just pitch black out now, but the combination of the night chill and the low drone of the city helps him think.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been since he stepped out before he heard the glass door open from behind him. He doesn’t look back but he knows it’s Jay. It looks like he woke up to grab a glass of water and saw Heeseung out here by himself and decided to join him.

Jay hands him the water, it looks like he needs it more. They stand there next to one another for a while, shoulders barely touching, Heeseung’s sipping noises the only thing heard in the silence. Jay decides to cut through it first,

“Hey, you okay?”

Heeseung just lets out a small hum, not wanting to elaborate any further.

“Is this about Y/n again?”

Heeseung stares down at the now empty glass in his hand, almost like he’s embarrassed that he’s been caught wallowing in his feelings again. He just gives a short nod. Jay would’ve missed it if he wasn’t paying such close attention to Heeseung. Jay lets out a hum of his own and stares down at his hands hanging off the railing and it’s quiet again for a few minutes.

When Jay looks up again he starts, “You know back in high school when I first met Jake and Y/n I thought for sure they were dating. I asked and they vehemently denied it. I think Y/n even fake barfed before staunchly denying it.”

Heeseung lets out a small chuckle.

“They were so sensitive about that stuff. But like, could you really blame me? I mean everyone thought so too! We all saw the way they looked at each other and the way they acted with each other.

They walked back home together after school, Y/n used to wait after Jake’s soccer practice.

And our teacher would always look at Y/n after a ‘here’ wasn’t heard after Jake’s name was called. And Y/n would make up these crazy stories about why he wasn’t here. It was normal at first, ‘oh the buses have been running late all morning!’ and then by the end of the year it was all like ‘MAAM A VOLCANO EXPLODED AND NOW THERE’S HOT LAVA FLOWING ALL OVER HIS HOUSE AND HIS CAR GOT EATEN BY LIKE A LAVA SHARK OR SOMETHING,’ and she’d rub her hands together and say with a big frown on her face ‘PLEASE HAVE SOME EMPATHY!’”

Heeseung full on smiling now because that sounds exactly like something you’d say.

“And then we graduated and I thought to myself, ‘Wow, they still put up with each other even after all those years just being best friends’” Jay had his fingers out making little air quotes.

“I thought to myself this is some real slow burn shit, like true childhood best friends to lovers type stuff. Stuff you only see in the movies. I made a bet with one of my friends, I said that they were gonna be those people who got married in college,”

Heeseung finally breaks his silence, “Dude, how is this supposed to make me feel better?”

“I’m getting there, just wait! Anyways, my buddy said they’d get married after. We shook on it and it stayed in the back of my head, you know? Even when they started to date all of those people. I was like, ‘nah they’re gonna get together in the end and live all happily ever after or whatever,’

I mean Jake was still making sure she was safe everywhere they went and Y/n would still cover for Jake whenever, wherever. None of those people they dated ever made them glow, not the way they did when they were with each other. Sure, they were happy, but like, when they were together it was different.”

Heeseung lets out a huff, annoyed.

“And then you and her started to get closer last year, and I thought nothing of it. Until that one night at Sunghoon’s birthday party where she asked for you instead.”

Heeseung remembers that night. Of course he does. You were wearing that dress you know he loved. You guys were dancing, you with a drink in your hand, getting lost in the beat of the music, and him, trying to focus on anything but your body. He didn’t want you to think he just wanted you for what you could give him physically.

But his thoughts were cut when Jay grabbed onto his wrist pulling him away saying something about a fight in the backyard that they needed to stop. So as he slowly, sadly let go of your waist he whispered in your ear “I’ll be right back, okay?” and he left, annoyed he had to spend time with some dumbass college students who couldn’t keep their egos in check instead of his girl.

Jay and him break up the fight, make the two idiots hug it out, and they rush back inside.

Jay spots you first and you don’t look good. You’re leaning against the wall, drunkenly blubbering to Jay that the drinks you had aren’t sitting well. He asks if you want to go home and you nod clutching your stomach. Jay tells you he’ll go find Jake, but as he turns you reach out for his wrist and ask him, “Where’s Heeseung? Want him.”

Right on cue Heeseung finds you and cuts in front of Jay worriedly.

“You okay baby?” He brushes the hair out of your face.

You shake your head ‘no’ and whisper to him, the beer still warm on your breath, “Can you take me home, please?” Heeseung nods and wraps his arms around you as support and leads you out.

Heeseung gets ripped out of that memory as Jay sighs next to him.

“I just remember thinking, ‘that was the first time Y/n has ever asked for anyone other than Jake. So when the months kept passing by and you guys started getting closer and closer, I started to pay attention this time. And your little hand holding under the table when you thought no one was looking. And the playful bickering. And you suddenly writing love ballads instead of your usual rnb.

And the way she glowed when she was with you."

That made Heeseung whip his head up, and made him finally look at Jay.

“Just, I don’t know. She was so bright when you guys were together. A different way than when she was with Jake.

You were the only person that ever made me question my belief in Jake and Y/n. When you guys were together, she was just different. She felt different, looked different, acted different. And it was good,” He lets out a breath, “It looked good on her. I just–I just wanted you to know that.”

Heeseung could only let out a small “Why?”

“So you don’t think that the love you had together was all fake. That it was always gonna be Jake in the end. Because for a while there man, I thought it was gonna be you and her. And I’d never thought that before,

so for what it’s worth, I just wanted you to know, okay?”

Jay lets out a low sigh, “It’s late, I’m gonna head in, you should too,” He shivers a little, “and it’s too damn cold.” He pats Heeseung on the back and turns around.

Heeseung hears the door close behind him.

He stays out there for a while. Just letting it all set in. He sees the sun begin its journey back up, rising, and with one final breath he heads back inside too.

a/n: yall i havent written in so long but i just had this thought in the shower and i have too much free time now so…. hope you liked my little thought i guess, let me know what you think pleasee!!!

[bitchfitch]

I've started playing Potion Permit, and so far it's one of my favorite games I've messed around with, but the most big brained move the devs made was giving you a dog on day 1, and then making that dog able to track NPCs and lead you directly to them no matter where they are in the town.

[keypostos]

caleb is 10 when he realizes that he's a physical touch fiend. the rush he gets when his hand lingers on top of your skin after playing with you is like no other. when he presses into your side while you're reading, his thoughts always circle around one topic: you, you, you. when you would run into his room after a nightmare, caleb was ready to swoop you in his arms and hold you until you fell asleep. every response towards you was involuntary.

caleb is 15 when he realizes that teasing 13-year-old you becomes irresistible. when he holds up your book, pencil, or some other item in the air, he watches as you jump up and down to try and grab it back. he's grown a lot in three years; if he had to estimate, he's a whole head taller than you now—20cm at least.

when you throw yourself onto him in an attempt to get your stuff back, he falters. you're laying against him on the couch, shuffling and moving up and down over his body, and caleb's breath hitches. you're so close and right there.

he's going insane. you can't even stand up for five seconds before caleb pulls you down against him once more, saying something about retaliation or revenge while tickling you to death.

caleb is 20 when he's about to leave for the DAA. there's an air of silence around the house. you've trapped yourself in your room more often, stressing over your senior finals. at least, that's what you've been telling him.

"i'm sorry caleb, i really need to study for this test."

"oh! i totally forgot about that project i had due tonight. shit, i'm sorry caleb. we'll have another movie night soon, okay?"

he doesn't know if you're actually this busy or if you're actually ignoring him. all he does know is that he misses you. he wonders about how he could miss someone who was in the room across from him. you were so close, but so far.

when you found out he was leaving—though you had a grin on your face while congratulating him—caleb knew you were devastated. he wondered if you were secretly mad at him for leaving.

two weeks before his departure, he practically forces you to be around him. he laid down next to you like before. he stroked your hair while you napped on the couch. he teased you and picked you up so you could hit him and grab him like you used to. he always chose to put his arm around you during a movie. he dragged you by the hand all around the neighborhood. he needed to all of that again, a thousand times more.

but at 24, it seems like there may have been a wedge between the two of you. calls are more and more infrequent.

"sorry, space signal sucks," he'd type.

"sorry, i was busy with training!" you'd reply, 2 days later.

he thinks that he would do anything to go back to before. he hasn't felt you in months. he sees you only twice a year.

it's hard. it was excruciating during the first few weeks. not only was he dealing with bootcamp, but he always found himself looking to his side, thinking you'd be there with him. at night, you were there, right next to him in bed.

he imagined that you would whisper words of reassurance in his ear. you'd hold onto him like you used to, when you had nightmares, and wrap your legs between his. there were days where we stroked his necklace, wishing that it was your hand instead. what he would give to have you next to him.

all he wants is to be able to feel you again. he chastises his 10-year-old self for taking you for granted back then. he wants to feel the apples of your cheeks when he caresses your face. once,—when he was 13 (you, 11)—he did that, and he thought you had a fever the way you warmed up. if he could, caleb would build a time machine to go back to that.

caleb is 25 when he is out of your life.

he thinks about you every day. it reminds him of when he was in bootcamp five years ago. it takes him back to when he was fifteen; you were on top of him, and his brain was fried to a crisp. caleb wonders if he's always been this way, because he can recall that at ten, you were still the only thing consuming his mind.

even during his arm repairs, you're there throughout all the pain.

when you discover his metal arm, all of caleb's instincts point to the door. he's spent so long trying to hide it from you: it's the constant long-sleeves (even though they made him incredibly uncomfortable), or making sure to only touch you with his left-hand (even though he wanted to pull you in with both hands).

but he stays. because it's you.

you freeze momentarily, listening to his writhes and moans of pain. caleb only notices you're there when he feels your hands brush his shoulder. he jolts back in surprise, and he sees you looming over him.

he stammers something, not even sure of what he said because you're here. you see him. you see it.

caleb's wanted this for so long. he wanted to see you again, in a state where you were both vulnerable, like old times. however, that moment probably wouldn't have come if he doesn't confess about this, so he relays the details.

you listen attentively, eyes wide with shock as caleb goes on. your hands wrap around his metal one, and he feels nothing. it's agonizing. he sees you examine him so gently. your fingers trace over bolts and plates of metal, lightly stroking up and down his arm. and caleb feels nothing.

how often has he dreamed of this? for you to be touching him again, so intimately and softly? he's stayed up countless nights wishing for you to be here, just so he can put his arms around you in a crushing embrace, only to be incapable of feeling you on one side of his body.

you pull away from his arm, asking if the fleet was accountable. when he doesn't say anything, he feels your weight lift off the bed and go towards the door.

whatever happens next is involuntary. he uses his flesh arm to pull you back, caging you between his forearm and his chest. there's no thought to it, no rationalization. it's just you and him. and he's been deprived of this for so long.

he breathes into the crevice of your neck, and he has half a mind to place his entire face there. he wants to breathe you in after being away from you for so long. no conversations, no contact, no touching. the last time he was this close to you was years ago. he needs this, caleb thinks.

the feel of you against his bare chest is something he cannot seem to describe. it's like he's his teenage (or even kid) self again, where he seems to short-circuit whenever he comes in contact with you. you're still small compared to him, but you fit perfectly like you did a decade ago.

he lets you go after he feels you trembling. you don't hesitate to place your hands on his waist and tackle him onto the bed. you catch him off-guard as you pin him beneath you, looking straight into his eyes.

"hold me," you plead, "with your right hand."

caleb lets out a shaky breath. there are voltages of electricity flowing through him—literally and figuratively. his skin sparks alive when he feels you. will it be the same with the metal arm?

slowly, caleb raises his mechanical arm. he wraps it around you, and feels the movement of your back shift downwards. you released a breath you didn't know you were holding. caleb held his.

you wait patiently before caleb starts running his metal hand up and down your back. you watch him exhale as he continues. you press your forehead on his, and you breathe in tandem with him.

caleb is 25 when he discovers that he loves physical touch.

wow like i didn't expect this to get so long... but like here we are???

i think we need to start embracing touch-starved caleb in all of our fics. this man hasn't seen the love of his life in YEARS (infrequently, anyway) so i think once she touches him (like INTIMATELY) for the first time in years he goes a little cray.

also sorry the ending was rushed i wanted to get this over with bc i intented this to be like 500 words but obviously it got way longer than that. what can i say... this freak has dug into my brain.

[ivyues]

A Lap to Nap ⋅ Bang Chan

Bang Chan finds peace in your lap but duty calls him back to the studio.

Chris pushed open the door to your apartment, his eyes heavy but brightened by the sight of you waiting on the couch.

"Hey," he said softly, dropping his bag by the door. He crossed the room in a few steps, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your lips. "Missed you."

You smiled, reaching out to brush his curls away from his forehead. “Missed you too,” you said, patting the cushion beside you. He sank down heavily, the weight of hours spent in the studio evident in his sluggish movements.

"You okay?" you asked, letting your fingers wander into his unstyled hair.

"Just tired," he murmured, eyes fluttering shut as his head found its way onto your lap. He exhaled deeply, his body melting into the couch. You continued stroking his hair, marveling at how peaceful he looked. The usual intensity and focus you associated with him were gone, replaced by serene exhaustion.

Minutes passed in comfortable silence, broken only by the hum of the TV. You glanced across the room when the soft buzz of a phone vibrating caught your attention – it was your boyfriend's phone, still in his bag at the door. For a moment, you considered getting up, but his head on your lap anchored you in place.

Your own phone buzzed on the coffee table instead, and you reached for it carefully.

Changbin: "Yo, is Chan with you? Can't reach him. Need to talk about re-recording something."

You smiled at the irony, glancing down at Chris. He was fast asleep, his lips slightly parted, utterly unaware of both phones vying for his attention. Gently, you took a quick photo – his head tucked against your thigh and your hand in his hair as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

You: "Does this answer your question?" You attached the photo and sent it.

Changbin’s reply came almost immediately.

Changbin: "😂 Sorry for disturbing. Tell him to call me when he wakes up. Hate to take him away, but we need him back for a bit. 😅"

You sighed softly and put your phone back down. Your gaze returned to Chris. You hated the thought of waking him, but you knew how important his work was. With soft fingers, you traced his cheek.

“Channie,” you called softly. “Baby, wake up.”

He stirred, his brows furrowing slightly before his eyes blinked open, glazed with sleep. He looked up at you with a faint, sleepy smile. “Didn’t… didn’t think I’d be out like that,” he mumbled, his voice warm and husky.

You chuckled, still massaging his head softly. “Changbin texted,” you said gently. “He says you need to go back to re-record something.”

Chris groaned softly, his eyes closing again for a moment, enjoying the tender sensation of your fingers against his scalp for a few moments longer. “Of course he did,” he murmured, his voice muffled against your leg.

You laughed, brushing his hair back. “He felt bad for disturbing. You were completely knocked out.”

“Was I?” he asked with a shy smile, looking up at you. “I’m sorry. I just… couldn’t help it. You’re too comfortable.”

Smiling, you leaned down to meet him, your lips brushing his in a soft, lingering kiss. When you pulled back, you whispered, “Go finish your work. You’ll have me – and my lap – all to yourself after.”

Chris grinned, sitting up reluctantly. “You better keep that promise,” he teased, stealing another quick kiss before standing and grabbing his phone.

-----

Later that night, as time in the studio slipped by, Changbin nudged Chris with a playful grin. “Hey, hope your girlfriend isn’t mad at me,” he teased. “I mean, I did kind of steal you away. I don’t want to end up on her bad side.”

Chris chuckled, shaking his head. “She’s not mad, Binnie. Trust me, Y/N’s way too chill for that.”

Han, who had been quietly listening, raised his head. "Whaaat? You called him when he was with Y/N?" he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Really? What a move, man."

“Hey, it wasn’t my fault,” Changbin chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Still, you owe her a date night after this.”

Chris smiled softly. “Oh, don’t worry—I’ve got plans.”

-----

The next day you received a message from Chris. It was a screenshot of the Stray Kids group chat. Your eyes widened as you saw the very picture you’d sent Changbin the day before – Chris peacefully sleeping on your lap, his curls messy and his expression serene.  

Changbin: "Guys, look what I got yesterday 😂"  

Your cheeks instantly heated up. You looked through the messages that followed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement.  

Han: "OMG, this is ADORABLE."  

Felix: "Can we all agree this is peak boyfriend goals? 🥺"  

Hyunjin: "That’s so cute... 🤢❤️”

Seungmin: "The old man needing his afternoon naps – I’m saving this for future blackmail."  

Jeongin: "Honestly, same. Imagine the chaos this will cause when we tease him about it."  

At the bottom of the conversation Chris’s reply stood: 

Chris: "Blackmail? Nah, y’all are just jealous. I’m living the dream." 

masterlist

[snowballseal]

Pretty Bird

Sylus X Reader

Summary: Sylus is jealous of you giving Mephisto attention. That's it. You tease him when you find out.

Word Count: 2123

Note: Nothing really, hope I did him justice! His dialogue is a little harder for me to nail down.

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The first time it happens is when you cross to the N109 Zone to accompany Sylus on an “errand”.

The first thing you do when you reach the ornate, empty house - of course - is say hello to your favorite bird.

“Hey there pretty bird.”

Mephisto squawks, bobbing excitedly on his perch as you bound up to him. You grin and give the crow a gentle scratch on his head. He preens under your touch, mechanical feathers fluffing with another quiet, scruffy caw. Adorable.

Despite his unnerving gaze, which you find to be eerily similar to a certain Onychinus leader, you can’t help but love the little bird. For some reason, it always comforts you a little bit to see him perched outside your apartment, or following you around Linkon. He always tries to act like he’s not spying on you, but you know he is, and you know he’s going to report right back to Sylus. Maybe that’s why it’s comforting.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re trying to sway his loyalties.”

Speak of the devil.

“As if,” you snicker, giving the bird one final scratch before spinning on your heels to face Sylus. He sits across the room in one of his big armchairs, eyes glued to the gun he’s loading, face carefully blank. As always. You saunter over and pop yourself onto the arm of the chair, bumping his shoulder. “You know Mephisto doesn’t listen to anyone but you. I’m just like the fun mom who gives him things.”

His lips twitch ever so slightly, “Mmm, does that make me your husband in this situation?”

Heat creeps up your cheeks.

You are no stranger to Sylus’ flirty nature. That’s how things have always been between you, though it only really gets to you now. Before, when you kind of hated his guts, it was just annoying. Well, maybe even then-

“You wish,” you retort, but there’s no hiding the blush painting your cheeks.

“Hm, I thought you knew me better than that, sweetie.” In an instant, his hand curls around your wrist, giving it a sharp tug that knocks you off balance. You let out an undignified squeak, tumbling right into his lap. And before you can squirm away, Sylus locks an arm over your legs, keeping you trapped against him. Those red eyes freeze you in place, dark and warm with mischief. “Why would I wish for something I could so easily take?”

You stare at him, eyes blown wide, face completely red now. You can’t even form any words in response, which seems to amuse him even more. A smirk curls his lips, and he gives your hip a playful pinch.

“What? Crow got your tongue, sweetie?”

You sputter, finally finding your voice, “Sylus!”

“Good. Now that you’re focused, we can go handle business.” Sylus sets you on the ground, making sure you’re steady before he stands nonchalantly and tucks his gun in its holster. Like nothing just happened! “We don’t want to be late now, do we?”

Before you can even say anything more, he’s heading for the door. It takes a few seconds to shake yourself from your  state of shock, and then you’re quickly following after him.

“Sylus-!”

He cuts you off, that stupid, attractive smirk still on his lips, “And by the way, try not to spoil Mephisto too much, sweetie. He’s grown rather petulant when you’re not around.”

You’re pretty sure your blush sticks around for the entire car ride after.

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The second time is when you visit on one of your off days. 

When you get there, Sylus is still asleep. You take a moment to crouch by his bed, a fond smile adorning your lips as you take in his peaceful face. You remember when he used to sleep sitting up, so he was ready for anything, but now he looks relaxed. Though you still spot the gun tucked under his bed.

Deciding not to bother him, you quietly make your way back out to the living room and grab a book. It’s about the only way to pass time in the N109 Zone, at least, without getting yourself into anything dangerous. As soon as you sit down, Mephisto flaps across the room and lands on your arm, plopping himself down into your lap like a cat.

A giggle escapes you when the crow throws his head back, looking up at the most awkward angle you can imagine. You give his beak a little rub, and he makes a soft clicking sound, beady red eyes falling shut.

“I swear, it’s almost like you’re a crow with cat programming,” you hum, mostly to yourself. Mephisto ruffles his feathers, though, at the word ‘cat’, eyes flashing back open. You snort, easing a hand over his wings, “No worries, pretty bird, no cats. I’m just kidding.”

He settles back down, seemingly embarrassed by his reaction, which only makes you want to coddle him more. So cute. If only Sylus would be this cute with you. Heat tinges your cheeks at the thought of the tall man resting against your lap, looking up at you with softly narrowed eyes, humming in content as you pet his ha-

Snapping your book open, you throw yourself into the story in hopes of banishing such rogue thoughts. If Sylus knew what you were imagining, he would tease you for years. You really don’t want to feed his ego even more. Mephisto wedges himself between your arm and your side, happy to just fall asleep as you read, oblivious to your inner turmoil.

It doesn’t take you long to actually get immersed in the storyline, though. So much so that you don’t hear the steps coming up behind you.

“It seems you come here more often to spend time with Mephisto than with me.”

You practically jump out of your skin when a strong arm circles your shoulders. Sylus’ voice is a low rumble in your ear, thick with sleep. He leans over the back of your chair, and you narrowly miss the way he eyes the bird in your lap with distaste. He looks far too content curled up on your lap.

“I didn’t want to bother you while you were sleeping,” you hum, closing the book.

He grumbles, sleepy eyes shifting to bore into you. The smallest pout pulls at his lips, and you have to stifle a giggle as you reach up to smooth down his messy hair. Sylus leans into your touch, much like Mephisto did, his eyes flickering shut. Okay, maybe he is just as cute.

“Are you mad I didn’t come cuddle with you?” You tease. Sleepy Sylus is definitely your favorite Sylus. “I didn’t know the big, bad Onychinus leader likes to snuggle.”

“It’s simply to ensure you don’t cause trouble in the N109 Zone,” he murmurs, still just as quick-witted though he’s half-asleep, “I can’t have my kitten wandering around all by herself, now can I?”

“I was just reading, Sylus. No trouble here.”

“Hmm, then you might as well come read in bed.”

You hesitate, fingers tracing along his jaw lightly, “You sure I won’t disturb your sleep?”

Those dark eyes blink back open lazily, a rare, genuine smile dancing in their depths, “Trust me, kitten, my sleep will be much better with you at my side.”

God, you’re weak for this man. Mephisto squawks his complaints as you lift him from your lap, but takes off to his perch without much fight. Sylus feels a flash of victory as you intertwine your fingers. The sensation of your small hand in his eases the strange tightness in his chest whenever you’re apart. He curls his other arm around you possessively, sending the bird a smug smirk.

You catch it this time, lifting a brow as you glance between him and Mephisto. Your brain stalls. Was he…jealous? No way. There’s no way Sylus would be jealous of you spending time with his bird. He’s more mature than that…or maybe not, you realize as he drags you back to his bed, only to lay himself over you like a large cat, using your lap as his pillow. Exactly as you imagined.

Your heart flutters a little, which you’re sure he hears somehow, because he squeezes your waist teasingly. You pinch his cheek lightly before running your fingers through his snowy hair. It’s always softer than you expect.

“Go to sleep, Sylus,” you murmur, voice far too fond, “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He hums, and you can feel the sound vibrate through his body. Almost like a purr.

God, you don’t even have a chance, do you?

---

The final time is when you visit the N109 Zone to attend another auction with Sylus. And this time, you catch him in it.

“Where’s Mephisto?”

Sylus’ face sours at your question. You bite back a smile.

Ever since the day you spent napping in his room, you haven’t been able to escape that thought swirling in the back of your mind. So you decided to test your theory. Sylus is always messing with you, afterall. It’s only fair you get a bit of revenge.

“I sent him out to gather intel,” Sylus huffs eventually. Why do you always look for that d***  bird first? “That is his purpose, afterall.”

“Oh.” You feign sadness, letting out a long sigh. “That’s too bad! I brought him some treats.”

“Well, you can leave them here. I’m sure he’ll eat them later,” he says, voice dismissive as he fixes the cuffs of his coat.

“Hmm-” You slowly make your way over to him. Those perceptive eyes narrow on you, watching you carefully while you straighten his collar. “Will he be here later? Maybe I can give them to him after the auction. I miss my pretty bird.” 

Amusement curls in your chest when you see the man’s brows twitch ever so slightly. He’s really annoyed. Now you understand why he loves pushing your buttons so much.

“No, I’m afraid he’ll be busy all night.” You can practically hear him gritting his teeth. Almost there. You keep your eyes focused on his coat, avoiding the intensity of his gaze. He’s trying to figure you out and you’re scared that if you look up, the laughter you're holding back will break loose. Instead, you put on an exaggerated pout.

“That’s unfortunate. I was really hoping to see him tonight.”

Sylus growls. Actually growls in annoyance.

“Would you prefer to have Mephisto on your arm tonight instead of me?” His words come out biting and harsh, tinged with unmistakable jealousy.

The air goes silent.

Before you burst into a fit of giggles. Sylus’ eyes widen when you collapse against his chest, your entire body shaking with laughter. He freezes, though his confusion quickly gives way to realization. 

You were playing with him.

“I suppose this is some form of revenge,” he hums, shaking his head. It’s surprising it took him so long to catch on. With anyone else, he’d be beyond angry, but your laughter is so bright, so infectious, that he can’t stop the small smile that pulls at his lips. When you finally look up at him, tears glint in the corners of your eyes. Who thought this would amuse you so much?

“You’re jealous! The Sylus is jealous of a little bird. His bird.” You bite down on your lip in an attempt to muffle the giggles that keep coming, but it doesn’t do much to help. It’s just too much for you. You never ever thought you’d see Sylus actually jealous of someone, let alone an animal.

Sylus narrows his eyes, though they glow with a certain fondness. “Such a sadist, sweetie, messing with a man’s heart so lightly.”

“Oh, but your reaction was so adorable,” you sing, reaching up to poke his cheek. He playfully bites at your finger, making you draw it back quickly with another laugh. “Just the fact that you could even think I like Mephisto more than you is so silly. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Hmm, then I’m afraid you’ll just have to prove my silly conclusion wrong, won’t you?” His hands settle on your waist, drawing you closer to the warmth of his body. You oblige him, stretching your arms up and around his neck to draw him down.

“Of course. I can’t have my pretty bird walking around thinking he’s second best,” you tease, fingers curling through his hair. “Even if he has a jealousy prob-”

“Quiet.”

Anything else you say is muffled as Sylus finally kisses you.

Safe to say, after that, you make sure to give Sylus extra attention, especially when Mephisto is around. (Though you do still sneak him treats when Sylus isn’t looking.)

[mixingandmelting]

Asked for No Pickles

Summary: A cashier gives you crap after you ask for no pickles. It’s unfortunate for the other that it happened right when he enters the building.

A/N: Part 2 here!

Dick:

Everyone says he’s the nice one. And he makes sure to play the part when he approaches the cashier. 

Charming, disarming smile that gets most people to swoon, he flashes what others have dubbed as “the Dick Grayson smile” to the cashier(which he still doesn’t get. It’s just a smile-?).

“Sorry but my s/o asked for no pickles.” 

He’s definitely working hard to keep his smile on, the cashier a piece of work himself when he scowls at him in disdain and starts slowly scanning him from head to toe. 

“Listen here Mr. Boyfriend. Like I told your S.O. over there,” Dick kisses his teeth, not liking how the cashier jabs his thumb at your direction nor the mocking valley-girl drawl. “But it’s either you order the burger and remove the pickles yourself or get something else.” 

Breathe Dick. Breathe. He’s no longer like himself from his Robin days; he’s an adult and peace is an option. But the urge to give the other a piece of his mind is so real. Show him what it's really like to roast a person. And he plans to, only to catch a certain someone in the corner of his eye. 

“But you know, I do think pickles in burgers are overrated. They don’t really do much, you know?” He drawls out, ignoring the nudge you give him and cocking an eyebrow up “Just a few more crunch and tang that can easily be subbed in with onions and mustard.” 

Hook, line, and sinker. The guy’s face blooms red, his eyes bulging from their eye sockets.

“Shut up! This place is a fucking fast food restaurant, if you something other than pre-ensembles burgers and get some fancy, personalized burger go get it some other place than wasting mine or other people’s time-“

The guy nearly slaps the hand that lands on his shoulder off until he turns around and sees the manager's not-so-friendly expression. With that he smiles in satisfaction, wishing the other the best of getting wrecked while taking you to the pizza place he first had dinner with you instead to spend the rest of the date.

Jason:

It’s a one and done deal. There’s no words, not even a syllable uttered. All he does is stand behind you, easily towering both you and the cashier. Looking down in condescension at the chump who was giving you a hard time about not wanting pickles at Batburger of all places. But of course, it wouldn’t be him if things were to simply end there.

“My s/o asked for. No. Pickles.”

“Y-yes, sir! Right away, sir!”

Under his breath, he grumbles “weak-ass” and “better be right away” loud enough for the guy giving you crap to hear. Then, wrapping an arm around you, he walks and waits with you at the pick-up counter. 

“You okay? Did that guy say anything else?” He keeps rubbing circles on your arm as you lean closer and place a hand over his. 

“Nah, just wouldn’t stop giving me a hard time with the whole pickles.” You instantly narrow your eyes when you see the expression he’s making. “You better not go after him tonight.”

He flinches. Awkwardly he coughs into a fist and turns his head away from you. 

“Jason.”

“I won’t, I promise!” He raises both hands in the air only to lower them and quickly grab the food and drinks off the counter. After all, he’s not about to let you carry them when you had a shitty time to get it. 

With that, you stick next to him for the rest of day to make sure he doesn’t go out and beat up the poor guy. You even cling onto him in bed, enduring all the teasing though for him, it felt like he was getting spoiled. You should’ve known better when you read the headlines the two days after the incident. 

“JASON PETER TODD!”

With that, Jason bolts from the couch while you run after him, a rolled up newspaper in your hand that had a picture of the employee reading an apology essay at the front of the chain food restaurant. He did what you told him to do- leave him alone for THAT night! You didn’t say that for all the other days!

Tim:

Tim is a simple man. If anyone were to give you BS, he will make sure that person will be served ten-times as much one way or another. So when he enters the restaurant and witnesses the guy at the counter giving you crap for simply ordering no pickles, the cashier’s fate was sealed in ink, wax, and blood. 

The same business smile that’s used for galas and talking to Wayne Enterprise’s partners plastered on his face, he gently grabs your hand when he reaches the counter. 

“So sorry for the commotion, we’ll go eat somewhere else.”

And that’s all he says, turning around and walking out with you in tow. The rest of the day goes by with him comforting you and making sure you receive the treatment you deserve by taking you to the movies, walking at the park before suddenly pushing you into a department store and getting you tailored, branded clothes so he could have dinner with you at those fancy restaurants. Seems as normal as it could get with him, right?

It’s once he gets home, he finally lashes out. Every file he could get his hands on are opened on the monitors, not even taking him two hours to finish scanning through them because of how lackluster the cashier’s life was. However, he did find a plethora of black-mail worthy material including the guy’s most recent humiliating events and minor criminal activities. Rubbing his hands, he gets to work. Until he suddenly gets a text from you.

‘Leave the Batbuger guy alone.’

He pauses. How did you-Never mind. You’ve always had a knack of knowing what he’s thinking. He texts you, audaciously you later tell him, that he’s just working before going back to what he was doing. 

He ends up being in a grouchy mood after you found out he was behind the anonymous reddit post regarding the cashier. He still thinks he was being lenient considering he only destroyed the guy’s social life instead of throwing him in jail but you apparently begged to differ, banning one week’s worth of cuddle sessions.

Duke:

He really tried to stay calm. Give the other guy a chance since he may never know, the other person might have circumstances to be that way. 

“Look dude, all my s/o asked was no pickles.” 

“Kid, can you not read? It says WITH pickles. Not WITHOUT.”

And with that, Duke’s gone. Genuine can not anymore. He was already having a hard time after witnessing you getting done dirty over asking once, ONCE, for a burger with no pickles. Now this? Like, excuse him, sir, but there’s a menu for customization right there?!

The next few words that come out of his mouth go uncensored, unfiltered. Logic getting spit out left and right, pointing out every single flaw like rapping bars. Forget about acting like a vigilante, he was raised in the Narrows and he was very well taught what to do, how to act, and what to say if anyone were to behave disrespectfully to him and to anyone he cares about. 

“Duke? Duke! That’s enough” It’s literally because you have your hand on his arm that prevents him from taking a step forward and getting in the guy’s face. Well that and your expression which is a mix of laughter and horror but you and Colon (seriously what kind of name is that?) didn’t need to know about that. 

Speaking of, it seems like he did enough damage when the other stays silent. Face fuming yet at a loss from where to start (more like trying to figure out what to say in his opinion, but whatever).

“Come on, let’s just go eat somewhere else.” He relents when you link your arm around his, looking at him pleadingly. Only to pause when he hears “fuck you” as the door gets close to being completely shut.

Instantly, the guy flinches when Duke snaps his head back towards him, making hand signs that he’ll be watching out for him. 

To think people thought he’s the normal one. Puh-lease. There’s a reason why he’s part of the Bat family.

Damian:

“Damian, no!”

“Unhand me, Richard!”

“Not unless you put down that katana!”

Behind a bemused Red Hood, the guy, all tied up, shivers as Damian continues his attempts on attacking him. First off, how dare he insult you? Calling you stupid brat all the while accusing you of being untaught about ordering food. Only he, Damian, can call you names and berate you. Who does the guy think he is? Second, he’s not short! 

If not for you hugging his arm, the man would’ve already been maimed (he’ll deny to his dying breath that he was blushing and enjoying you hugging him). But instead of saying thank you to you, what does he do? He proceeds to go on even more about you being a dumb kid who doesn’t even know how to eat a burger. And all because you asked for no pickles, too! 

Which leads to now, where Damian had coincidentally found the same guy mugging an elderly lady during his patrol . And when he was figuring out how to break into the guy’s house too.  

“I thought you don’t kill people anymore!”

“Who said I was going to kill?”

The struggling stops, Dick looking at Damian in confusion.

“Then why are you holding your sword?”

“To remove an appendage so he would start depending on his brain.”

The battle resumes, more fierce with Dick trying to warn about the risk of blood loss to which Damian replies it won’t if he’s careful and why would he care anyways. 

“Uh, maybe it’s better we hand him over to the police.” Surprisingly it’s Tim who intervenes, awkwardly pulling up information on the mini-holographic monitor after performing a quick background check on the cashier. “It seems like he’s wanted for multiple crimes.”

“Well, might as well let the Bat Brat get a hit in.” Jason quips. 

Dick covers his face, bemoaning why no one can be normal. Damian starts grinning victoriously. Needless to say, he was very satisfied especially when he got a thanks from a flushed you, knowing it was because of you he did it.

[xaviesstarlight]

Blind as a Bat

Synopsis: MC has astigmatism, making her extremely nearsighted and loses her contacts in the N-109 Zone. Note: I have astigmatism, so there’s a good chance I’ll write about it again soon in the future.

The wind is a girl’s worst enemy. Not only does the whirling current cause your hair to fly into your face at the worst possible times, but it can also dry out your eyes when hunting wanderers, causing you to lose your eye contacts. You curse under your breath as your vision suddenly becomes blurry after dodging a wanderer’s attack one night.

In the N-109 Zone.

The N-109 Zone isn’t usually so windy, but a storm is currently on its way. You duck behind a dumpster to hide from the wanderer as you assess just how much you can see in the darkness. You have severe astigmatism, so lights are especially blurry. You can see just fine with your contacts, much better with glasses, but the contacts have never caused you issues before. If it wasn’t for this wind… The wanderer howls, its roar breaking through your thoughts. You can still see the large blurry body like a black mass. As long as you aim at that, you shouldn’t miss. You quickly aim your gun and shoot. The wanderer dissolves into dust.

Smiling, you rush from behind your temporary shelter to grab the wanderer’s protocore for the Association. Your eyes search for colors that stand out among the gritty gunk that covers the N-109 Zone. The protocore should sparkle. You stumble as you look for it when something catches you before you land face-first onto the pavement.

“Careful, kitten,” a familiar, sultry voice says from the darkness. “I thought all cats land on their feet after falling, but I suppose that rule doesn’t apply to you.” Sylus. His energy manipulation evol is what caught you.

You whip your head in the direction of his voice to see a tall figure. Unfortunately, you couldn’t make out any details. If you squint, you could notice his white hair and black clothing, but that’s about it. “Sylus? Do you see the protocore? I can’t find it.”

Sylus clicks his tongue. “Stop playing games, sweetie. It’s right in front of you.”

“Where?”

Sylus freezes. He studies you as you stand before him scanning the ground for the shiny red protocore just a few feet in front of you. You squint your eyes, quickly looking left to right, a restlessness stemming from your frustration. Also when you look in his direction, there’s no focus, no softening of your features that usually occurs when you see him. Sylus waves his hand in front of your face. “Can you not see? What happened to your contacts?”

You fill Sylus in on your situation. “It just so happens,” Sylus responds, “you left a spare pair of glasses at the base. You’re coming back with me.” He grabs your wrist to lead you to his bike before snatching up the protocore using his evol. “You should be grateful I found you before something really bad happened.”

“Worse than being captured by Onychinus after being rendered blind?” you giggle, happily following him. You attempt to make the best of the situation, and going home with your boyfriend after a mission is the best possible outcome on a night like this, but the grip on your wrist tightens.

You couldn’t see Sylus’s expression, but you could hear the fear in his voice as he speaks lower, almost as if through his teeth. “You are fortunate it was me who found you in this state. If anyone else did…” Sylus doesn’t finish his thought.

You gulp, a sense of guilt weighing down on your heart. It wasn’t your fault for losing your contacts, especially at night in the most dangerous area in the country, but you don’t like the idea of making Sylus worry about you. You don’t say another word until you are safely back at the base.

Even though you are more than capable of taking a shower without any type of vision aide, Sylus insists on helping you. “You may have trouble reading the bottles, and how will you know which is the shampoo and which is the conditioner?”

You sigh. Fatigue overtakes your body, so you indulge your boyfriend. You want more than anything to hurry up and finish the shower, so you can put your glasses on after getting washed up. You still haven’t clearly seen Sylus’s face, and the idea of not being able to see him makes you restless.

Once you finish the shower, Sylus dries your hair and hands you your glasses. You put on the black square frames and immediately cup Sylus’s face in your hands, giving him a good look. His crimson eyes soften as they meet your gaze, his lips slightly curving upward. You grin, your shoulders relaxing in relief.

“There you are. It bothered me that I couldn’t see you properly until now. I missed you.”

Sylus chuckles. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear before caressing your cheek. “You couldn’t see me this whole time? That won’t do, kitten. You really are as blind as a bat.”

“That may be, but I have my crow to see for me.” You boop Sylus’s nose.

Sylus chuckles. “Though I hope this doesn’t happen again, I would gladly be your eyes.”

[shidoglazer]

summer in madrid

“sae! i just arrived in madrid, i’m heading to your hotel now, but its so hot. i don’t understand how you can train under this sun.. anyways, i’ll be there in a few minutes! love you!”

he played the voice message once more, closing his eyes and imagining you in his arms. if only the date was in june 2025 instead of ‘24.

he let out a deep sigh when the voice message ended, basking in the silence of his apartment. he opened his eyes once again, starting to type on his screen.

his lips threatened to twitch downwards after he got the confirmation you really weren’t coming to visit him this year. who was going to go seagaze with him? who was going to take walks at the local market with him to buy fruits? just… who was going to accompany him this summer?

he’s only looked forward to summer every year since you got together. summer is when you two met. summer is when you two confessed to each other. summer is when you both could be together— and he’s found himself dreading the end of summer, the time where it used to be his favourite, because it meant you had to leave his arms once again.

his hand reached up to rub his face, trying to hide the frown on his face because theres no way he’s getting upset over this. sae shifted around in his bed until his face was buried deep into the pillows, “might as well just suffocate myself now if i have to wait another year to see her.” he mumbled into his pillow like a toddler who just got scolded by his mom.

and thats when it hit him. how long ago has he been this upset over something?

well. good to know his feelings for you aren’t fake. he took another deep breath and shuffled out of bed, opening his laptop and looking through his schedule, flight tickets to your city and his drivers schedule too. and he swear he was almost threw the laptop towards the wall when someone knocked on his door, “parcel deliveryy!” what the hell did his manager get him this time??

he left his laptop open, standing up from his desk chair which caused a loud screech against the marble floor, walking over to the door. “leave it there. i’ll take it later.” the delivery person stuttered, as if it wasn’t going to plan. “uhh, but- sae- sir! i mean sir! you need to sign these..”

…its as if something in his mind clicked, he doesn’t know what exactly, but, “say that again?” “um! you need to sign these documents?..” your voice.

sae didn’t hesitate to open the door, it swung open and hit the wall beside it, and there you were. holding a luggage, an obnoxiously large seagull plushie and a plastic bag filled with salted kombucha. “surprise!” you said as if it wasn’t the obvious thing in the world that you were the one behind the door. but, he could only focus on your bright smile. one that he’s been deprived of for months, and he doesn’t ever want to take his eyes off of it.

“..oh.. oh, you got me, sweetheart.” if you used a microscope, you’d be able to see saes lips twitched the slightest bit upwards as he leaned in for a quick kiss. “go and get yourself settled in hm? you know your way around.” he leaned in again to kiss your head, pinching your cheek as he grabbed everything in your hands including the luggage as if they were the lightest things in the world. “wasn’t my act so good? parcel delivery, then i even tricked you to coming out!”

you walked into the apartment like it was your own house, closing the door behind you as sae set everything down onto the bed, then immediately speed walking towards you to hug you tightly in his arms. “mhm. you tricked me so well.” he paused, taking a deep inhale of your scent. “..the markets open tomorrow. are you craving strawberries?” you gasp, nodding furiously. “obviously! please can we go??” “yes. yes, of course.”

“oh and.. by the way, why were you looking at flight tickets to my city?” your eyes darted towards the open laptop, and sae immediately reaches out to shut it, as if nothing was ever there. “no reason.” and naturally, you laughed at him. and fuck, did he miss this. missed your laugh, your cries, your whines about the heat, the faces you made when a strawberry was too sour— he missed you. and while you were still going on with your laughing fit, he blurted out, “i missed you so much. i love you.” and that immediately shut you up.

“hey??— what?? say that again! i didn’t hear!” “too bad. i don’t like repeating myself.” and the night ended with you tickling the information out of him.

[hairmetal666]

They're sitting in Eddie's bedroom, Steve propped up in the bed, flipping through some sports magazine, Eddie curled on the floor using his knee as a table as he scrawls notes for Hellfire's next campaign. Metallica spins on the record player, volume low. They're doing this more and more, being together and doing their own thing, music a soft backdrop to it all.

Eddie's deep into his planning, enough so that he manages to forget that Steve Harrington is in his bed. He keeps hearing something, though. It just manages to catch at the edge of his awareness, but when he fully tunes in the only sounds are Steve flipping a page, Ride the Lightning, the shift of blankets as Harrington taps his fingers. It happens a few more times, but when he tries to catch it, it's gone. Steve hasn't reacted at all, to the point Eddie wonders if it's all in his own head.

The next time, he's interrupted before he even gets back into it, that noise again, but this time, now, he's aware enough to see that it's Steve. And he's not, like, reading the magazine out loud to himself. No. He's singing along.

To Metallica.

And he wasn't idly tapping his fingers before. He was tapping along to the beat.

"You're singing along?" He asks before he can stop himself.

Steve looks up, a faint smile on his handsome face. "It's not too bad."

"Not too--Not too bad." Eddie's nearly screeching. Can't wrap his mind around Steve--"You've been listening to Metallica on your own? You've been--you--" He jumps to his feet, notebook spilling onto the floor. Steve's just looking up at him with big eyes and a gentle grin.

"Sure, Munson. You like it, yeah?"

He nods, mutely, unsure how he so thoroughly lost the plot that Steve's been listening to Metallica just because Eddie likes it.

"Got a taste for any other metal bands I should know about, Harrington?" He flops down on the bed, making Steve bounce a little.

"Well, Dio's pretty okay."

This time Eddie does really, actually shriek.

---

Eddie swans into the kitchen to greet Steve, who's already lounging on the couch with a beer. There's another one on the coffee table, waiting for Eddie.

"Just helped yourself, Harrington?" He teases.

Steve shoots him a look. "Wayne grabbed them before he left. What the hell took you so long?"

He can't say it's because he wanted to look nice with Steve coming over, even if they are just getting high and watching movies. Of course taming his hair took so long that he didn't have time to find a shirt, and Steve's knock at the door had him grabbing the first thing he could and jamming it over his head.

"You want chips?" He asks.

"Wait--Eddie--" Steve stands, pointing at Eddie's chest.

"What?"

"That's my--oh my god, I've been looking for that."

And, well, he had thought it was a little strange that the t-shirt he grabbed was gray. He pulls at the fabric, stares at the upside down Hawkins Tiger with a basketball in its mouth.

"It's my favorite sleep shirt. I thought Robin took it and you--"

Eddie's face heats. Steve's shirt. Of course. Steve stayed over one movie night, forgot the shirt, and Eddie. Well. He was going to give it back, but--

"Here, man, my bad." He goes to pull the hem over his head. "I didn't know it was your favorite."

"Nah," Steve says. He's sitting back on the couch. "You should keep it. You look really--" he pauses and takes a sip of beer. "It's nice on you, Munson."

He's sure his blush is a horrendous thing to witness, has to fight the urge to hide in his hands. "Right. Uh. Chips!" He whirls towards the cabinets, refusing to think about the matching pink stripes across Steve's cheeks.

---

"C'mon, Munson, you're hogging the covers." Steve's sleepy mumble cuts through the dawn quiet.

"Mmph," Eddie groans. Rubs the soles of his feet against Steve's shins.

"You're a dick," Steve grumbles. He shimmies closer, which is what finally does the job at fully waking Eddie.

"Wha--huh?" He blinks.

"You stole the blankets, man. If you're not going to share, the least you can do is cuddle."

"Uhh." Eddie is sure he's dreaming, but Steve's warm, strong arm slips around his waist, pulls them together.

Eddie doesn't know what to do. Where he should put his body. Does he relax into it? What do his arms do? They're not usually this rigid, right? But what do they do when he's sleeping? Somewhere in his gay panic, he has the presence of mind to grab the edge of the blanket and throw it over his friend.

"Better?" He asks. His voice is all wrong but maybe Steve will attribute it to tiredness.

"Mmm." Steve's grip tightens around his waist, his nose nuzzling against the nape of Eddie's neck. His breathing is already slow and deep.

Eddie can't imagine sleep finding him anytime soon. Not when Steve, his crush, his best friend, is holding him like this. Not when he now knows what the real thing would be like. Not when it's so impossibly out of his grasp.

---

Steve and Wayne are watching a Cub's game. Eddie's curled up on the couch between them, trying to work on a sketch, but his brain keeps skipping to a song he's writing. The lyrics have been easy, coming to him like nothing, but the melody...he wants it to be heavy, loud, wanting, but it won't fit.

He glances up at Steve, chatting with Wayne about some baseball thing called a ribee. His hair's not done, flopping softly around his forehead, and he's wearing his result-of-too-many-concussions glasses, the yellow sweater from that horrific boat ride, retrieved by one of the kids and painstakingly washed by Karen Wheeler.

Steve looks sweet, soft, relaxed. He laughs at something Wayne says, and Eddie's a lost cause. He's just fucking smiling at the pretty boy on his couch, hanging out with his uncle, too far gone to be able to fight it.

A melody forms in his head, and it's soft. Not sweet, no, but gentle. Almost tender. Nothing like he imagined.

---

It's early, early enough that Wayne's not home yet, but he got tired of trying to sleep. Didn't want to bother Steve, who still softly snored in Eddie's bedroom. So, he grabs his acoustic and his notebook, goes out to the couch to work on the song. It's coming along, really good, one of his best. He hasn't shared it with the guys yet. It's--he's not ready, lays him too bare.

There's a clatter from the kitchen, Steve's voice, deep and sleep rough, says, "Hey, Munson."

He pushes the guitar and notebook aside. "Did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet, I'll--"

Steve shakes his head, pads into the living room. He's wearing the yellow sweater, a pair of Eddie's sweatpants, bedhead rampant. He curls up next to Eddie, pulling the couch afghan over his feet. "What're you working on?"

Eddie's ears get hot. "Nothing much. New song I've been noodling on."

"Cool." Steve's smile is little and fond. "Play it for me?"

"Ahh," Eddie says. His hand twitches around the neck of the guitar. "Not sure if it's quite ready for that."

"Oh, yeah." Steve nods. His face does something weird and squiggly that Eddie's never seen. "Just never heard you play before. Thought now might be...you know."

Eddie swallows, hard. "Well, maybe we'll get a show up at the Hideout soon."

"Of course. It's just--this is just you."

He blinks at Steve for a few long seconds, can't believe he's about to do this, but--It's not like Steve will know it's about him, anyway. "It's not a full song yet, alright? Just a verse and half of a chorus, so like. Don't judge it too hard."

"I would never." He can sense Steve's smile but can't look directly at it, knows it would kill him.

He situates the guitar, spins the notebook to read the lyrics like they aren't already burned into his brain, starts to play. His fingers are deft and sure, his voice a little rough, a little raspy with nerves.

The song ends and he's afraid to look at Steve, to see the thoughts written plane on his face. The silence extends, though, and he asks. "So, what did you think?"

"It's--that wasn't what I expected." Steve's voice is weird. Wobbly. Eddie chances half a glance at him, but can't make anything definitive out from his expression. "I didn't think--that's not the kind of music I thought you made."

He licks his lips, swallows. Puts his guitar down. "It's not usually."

"It was a love song." Steve says. His eyes burn into Eddie's.

He can't say anything for seconds that seem to span minutes. "Yeah, Steve," he says in a voice cut with gravel. "It's a love song."

"Eddie," Steve whispers. He reaches out then, thumb tracing along Eddie's jaw, the scars that linger there from the bats. "Is this okay?" He can only nod as Steve's hand twines through his curls.

He's shaking, just a little bit, not because he's inexperienced but because this is Steve, because it's happening, because their lips are meeting and a trembling noise falls from his mouth at the sweet way Steve kisses him.

It's gentle and quick, but they don't part when the kiss ends, stay sharing air as their foreheads rest together. Eddie can't stop smiling.

"Please tell me I'm not dreaming, Stevie" he whispers.

"You dream about me?" Steve asks, eyes blazing.

"I wrote a song about you, and you think dreams are a reach?"

Steve laughs, brushes a kiss against the tip of Eddie's nose. "I loved the song."

"Yeah?"

"Can't wait to hear the whole thing."

"Well, stick around for a while."

Steve leans in, kisses him again, longer this time. "Just try to get rid of me, Munson."

[starboye]

pornst★r

it's not that simon hated you were making only fans, he wasn't even jealous because he knew although those guys jerked off to you he was the one who was getting to fuck you every night, something they could never relate to

but he would always watch from the sidelines, the way the silicone dick plunged in and out of your hole had him spreading his legs wider in the chair and palming himself, he just hated seeing you moaning around some worthless piece of shit like that

so one night after you finished filming and were cleaning yourself up he asked you "what if i helped y'film" he leaned against the door frame of the bathroom "like camera work" you questioned "no like actually in the video" he retorted "i mean if you want, you could even keep the mask on if you want to" you reassure him

and in the next video your fans were pleasantly surprised to see some burly man with a mask joining you in your video "today we have a lovely new guest joining me, his name is ghost" you introduce him with a smirk on your face at how his dick jumps just from you introducing him

in no time your straddling simons lap and lifting his mask up just to his nose to kiss him which turns more hot and heavy as the seconds pass "fuck me" you whisper into his mouth pushing him onto the bed, continuing kissing while he prepped your hole, his thick fingers pumping in and out of you

"just like that ghost, just like that" you drawl out arching your back to show the viewers a better look at your ass getting stretched open, simon wouldn't admit it but he was really getting turned on by how you moaned his army name it had his dick standing tall and hard ready to slip inside you

you leaned back up and spit in your hand to lube up his cock, slowly slipping it inside you while simon looked up at you, mouth parted open watching you take charge before you slipped your fingers into his open mouth, his tongue licking them up and down as you bounced up and down on him

"mhm, you like that" you asked and all simon could do was subconsciously nod his head yes at the breathtaking sight in front of him, his hands made their way to grab your ass, helping you ride him faster while he still ran his tongue along your fingers, he couldn't even control his hips from fucking upwards into you at this point

light moans and whimpering mixed with skin slapping filled the room in no time "m'gonna cum" simon muttered "oh yeah" you tease now rocking your hips on him instead of hopping on his cock "mhmm" he mewls, eyes flickering back behind the mask "then fill me up" you say and simons hips are slamming into your ass to fuck you full

his dick twitching as he spurts his load in your hole, doing a few more lazy thrusts to make sure its all in there, his head falling back on the bed with heavy breaths "fuck your load feels so good" you pull your fingers out of his mouth before pulling simons now soft cock out of you to show the camera how his load drips out of you

"how did i do" simon weakly asks smiling up at you "you did good" you kiss him a little before getting up to turn off the camera.

xoxo, starboye💋

(might have to do this pairing again because i feel theirs more to the story, like this was the beginning of it all thats why simon was not as dom if you get what i mean idk i just liked this idea)

taglist: @mailmango @boypied @ghostking4m @gayaristocrat @addictedtomalepits @staarb0y @crispysoup318 @its-ares @gargoylesworld09 @znerac @r0mcom-8ngel

[horchatakoo]

IN HIS MERCY | JUNGKOOK FF

description: who would have thought that you, the queen bee of the school, would be a crying mess beneath the very boy you bullied?

It’s not your fault he fucks you too good… right?

genre/themes: yandere jk x queen bee y/n, manipulation, blackmailing, big dick jk, dom jk, mean jk, smut cause grahhh, cumming inside

part 2

The midday sun beats down relentlessly on the back of the school building, where Jungkook sits on one of the chairs randomly piled in the corner. It’s already lunchtime, and most students are flocking to the cafeteria, making this quiet spot a rare solace for his clouded mind. A few birds chirp in one of the tall trees, and as he looks up, the sunlight grazes his golden-tanned skin.

The scene was beautiful and calming... but that peace was shattered when a group of ‘jerks’ barged in, disrupting his solace.

"Hey! Look who's here... the weird kid from the back of the class. Thought you could escape us today, huh?" Jaehyun, a student from the legal department and one of the so-called "cool" kids, sneered, making his friends burst into laughter.

Honestly, he doesn’t really know why Jaehyun and his minions enjoy picking on him… or maybe he does. He’s pretty sure it’s because Jaehyun couldn’t stand coming second in the student rankings—right after Jungkook, the quiet kid in the back who always looks half-dead in his hoodie. Jaehyun, who thinks so highly of himself, just couldn’t accept that a so-called lowlife nerd had beaten him at something.

Jungkook only sighed, thinking this whole act was pathetic as fuck. He didn’t bother to respond and was just about to leave when Jaehyun suddenly grabbed the collar of his gray hoodie.

“What now, huh? Can’t even respond to me?! Did you study so hard you forgot how to talk?”

"Look, man… I don’t want any trou—" Before he could even finish his sentence, a punch landed on his face. The blow was so sudden that he lost his balance. Jaehyun’s minions wasted no time, rushing in to kick him in the stomach.

He could have fought back, could have turned this into a full-blown fistfight—but he chose not to. Not because he couldn’t, but because his parents had already warned him that this would be the last time they’d put up with his bullshit… especially after what happened at his previous school.

Instead, he only crouched in pain, waiting for them to stop. In his mind, he knew he could have his revenge someday—but for now, he had to play along, had to keep up the act.

After a couple of minutes, Jaehyun’s minions finally stopped kicking him, leaving him lying there. Jungkook thought they were done, that they had left—until he felt something spill on him. A cold liquid seeped into his hoodie, followed by the sound of giggling.

Min Y/N.

The fucking Min Y/N had just dumped a chocolate drink on him while giggling in Jaehyun’s arms.

"That’s what you get for messing with the wrong people," she sneered.

Jungkook hated the bitch so much. She was always clinging to Jaehyun’s arm, giggling like she was innocent—typical spoiled rich brat behavior. A queen bee who thought everything would always go her way.

Too bad… she was literally Jungkook’s type if not for her bitchy attitude.

"Hahaha… let’s get going, babe," Jaehyun said to Y/N, pride evident in his voice over what his girl had just done.

At last, their stupid group was finally gone, leaving Jungkook alone. With a groan, he pushed himself up from the pavement, sighing as he glanced down at his now stained hoodie.

A tsk left his mouth. "That fucking bitch… this is literally Calvin Klein."

───●◎●───

Have you gotten their information?”

"Uhh… Yes, sir. But won’t your parents be mad?" Mr. Lee, the butler of the Jeon estate, asked hesitantly as he handed over the file Jungkook had requested.

"It’s not like they’re gonna find out. Unless… you’re planning to tell them?" Jungkook replied, his voice carrying a subtle threat as his sharp gaze locked onto Mr. Lee.

The poor butler swallowed hard, nerves creeping up his spine. He knew his master wasn’t right in the head—there was definitely something wrong with him. But there was nothing he, nor even Jungkook’s parents, could do. After all, he was the only son and heir of the Jeon family.

"Of course not, master. My loyalty stays with you."

"Maybe a few beatings would do? Or perhaps turning Jaehyun’s face into a bloody mess would be the right move. What do you think, Mr. Lee?" he asked with a bright smile, as if this was nothing more than a casual conversation—like he was simply ordering food online.

As expected, Jaehyun came from a well-off family. His so-called minions? Just commoners desperate to stay in his good graces.

And you?

Heck, you’re even poorer than some of Jaehyun’s minions!

A burst of laughter escaped Jungkook’s lips, uncontrollable and almost manic, as he processed his new discovery. His desire to beat Jaehyun to a pulp was momentarily forgotten—because now, his attention was on you.

The so-called queen bee.

The prettiest yet meanest of them all. Always draped in designer brands, always acting untouchable.

And yet… a complete FRAUD.

"So this is the queen bee, huh”

───●◎●───

A day had passed since Jungkook’s discovery, and from that moment on, he wasted no time crafting the perfect plan. A plan for revenge. A plan to make them pay.

But first… maybe he could use you.

After all, you were his type.

The thought alone sent a thrill through him—your pretty lips wrapped around cock, the same lips that had probably kissed Jaehyun.

His jaw clenched, arousal and satisfaction intertwining at the idea. Not only would he have you, but it would also be the perfect way to get under Jaehyun’s nerve. And It’s much better than just ruining his face.

Like every other day, you walk your usual route home, completely unaware that the devil himself is following your every step. The streets are quiet, the dim glow of the streetlights barely illuminating your path. You arrive at the small, rundown house tucked away across the street, pushing open the rusty gate that screeches louder than you’d like.

It has been a long, exhausting day, and all you want is to go inside and rest.

But then—

"Oh… look who I found here."

A chill runs down your spine at the familiar voice.

You turn, heart pounding, and there he is…

Your lips part, but only a breathy, stunned whisper escapes. "Ju-Jungkook…"

How? Why is he here?

You wanted to ask those questions, yet your body refuses to move, frozen under his unwavering gaze. His smug grin never falters, dark amusement glinting in his eyes.

It’s as if the wolf has finally cornered its prey.

"What are you doing here, Y/N-ah? Is this your house?" Jungkook's voice dripped with fake innocence, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

Your breath hitched. "Wha—Of course not!" You forced a smile, hoping to sell the lie. "I’m just… visiting a f-friend."

But the way he looked at you told you everything—you were already caught.

Jungkook let out a mock sigh, shaking his head. "Really? Every day? That’s funny." His smile faded, replaced by something darker. "You know, I hate liars, Y/N-ah. Especially lying bitches."

Before you could react, he reached into his pocket and tossed something at your feet.

Photographs.

Your stomach dropped. Each one captured you, stepping in and out of the very house you just tried to deny.

He knew.

And from the way his smirk widened, he was enjoying every second of your panic.

Before you even realized it, a tear had slipped down your cheek, followed by another… and another. Your knees hit the ground before you could stop yourself.

"Please… please don’t tell anyone!" Your voice trembled, your fingers clutching onto his legs as if he was your last hope. "I swear—I won’t bully you anymore! I’ll even tell Jaehyun to leave you alone. Just… please."

Jungkook crouched down to your level, tilting his head as he cupped your tear-streaked face between his hands. His touch was deceptively gentle, wiping away your tears with his thumb—yet the sinister curve of his lips only made you sob harder.

"Shhh, don’t cry, Y/N-ah," he cooed, his voice laced with amusement. "I’m not as bad as you think I am."

For a second, hope flickered inside you.

Then, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered—

"But you know… everything comes with a price."

You replied hurriedly, the words spilling out before you could even think—too desperate to escape this nightmare.

"What is it?! I promise I’ll do anything! Just please—"

Jungkook’s grin widened. He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with something dark and unreadable.

"Really, princess?" he mused, dragging the moment out as he traced his thumb across your trembling lips. "Then… be mine."

───●◎●───

Your thoughts were a tangled mess, looping around the same dilemma over and over again.

Be mine.

Be mine.

Be mine.

The words refused to leave your head, making it impossible to focus on anything else.

Jungkook’s ultimatum haunted you all weekend.

"I know this is hard for your small brain to process… so why don’t you give me your answer on Monday, yeah? If I don’t get an answer from you, then maybe I’ll just release these photos."

And now—it’s Monday.

Your head throbbed from the sleepless nights spent agonizing over what to do. The fear of your secret being exposed gnawed at you, but so did the thought of throwing away everything you had worked for.

"There’s no way I’d become a lowly student. I’ve worked too hard to build this image… this lie."

That alone was reason enough to say yes—to accept whatever Jungkook wanted if it meant keeping your perfect facade intact.

But another part of you resisted.

What does he even mean by "be mine"?

It was so vague, so unclear. Was he playing with you? Did he mean to humiliate you? Ruin you in a different way?

You swallowed hard, gripping the edges of your desk as the lecture droned on.

An hour later, your last subject was finally over. Jungkook had arranged everything for the two of you to meet again at the same spot—right in front of the rusty gate of your house. It was as if he wanted to remind you of who you truly were, and you hated it.

The walk home felt slow and agonizing, every step heavier than the last. You wished, even for a fleeting second, that a bus would just hit you—anything to give you a valid excuse not to face the devil waiting for you.

As you turned onto your street, your eyes immediately landed on him. He was standing there, patiently waiting, his gaze fixed on his sneakers. From a distance, he looked almost harmless—just another boy lost in thought.

But you knew better.

Because behind that unassuming façade was the devil himself.

Your steps felt heavier the closer you got, each one sealing your fate.

He must have heard your footsteps because his head snapped up, and that same smug grin curled on his lips.

"Ah, right on time," he mused, pushing himself off the gate as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, stopping just a few feet away from him.

"...What do you want?" you asked, trying to sound strong despite the way your voice slightly trembled.

Jungkook tilted his head, eyes twinkling in amusement. "I think you already know the answer to that, princess."

Silence stretched between you two.

You clenched your fists, knowing there was no way out of this.

With a shaky breath, you finally muttered the words that sealed your fate.

"...Fine. I’ll be yours."

Jungkook’s smirk deepened.

"Good girl."

───●◎●───

And from that moment, your life became a tangled dance—a twisted tango with him. By day, you maintained your queen bee status, the untouchable girl everyone admired or envied. But the moment the school day ended, you were nothing more than Jungkook’s plaything, bound to his every whim.

It started small—harmless, almost. A lingering touch here and there. Sneaking off during lunch breaks to empty classrooms in the old building, just because he wanted to. From fleeting pecks to deeper kisses, ones you didn’t even know how to respond to, but he taught you how.

You never got the chance to hangout with Jaehyun anymore because Jungkook is always there demanding your presence, so you have made creative excuses to deny Jaehyun, but you know to yourself those excuses won't last long. In one way, or another, he will get suspicious with your sudden avoidance.

"Strip."

"Wha—?" His command startled you.

You were in his house—if you could even call it that, given how massive it was. You never thought things would escalate like this. You assumed it would only be kissing, just like the past few days. But perhaps you should have known better.

"What? Why are you acting like it’s your first time?" Jungkook scoffed, tilting his head. "I know you’re Jaehyun’s bitch, so there’s no way you’ve never warmed his bed before." He leaned in slightly, his voice dripping with mockery. "Come on, show me just how good Jaehyun’s bitc—”

A hard slap landed on Jungkook’s cheek.

Perhaps it was the weight of your emotions—weeks of stress and frustration building up because of him. Your hands trembled, your chest heaving, and before you even realized it, a tear slipped down your cheek.

Yes, he was blackmailing you. But you never expected him to say something so cruel.

He was mean—viciously, unapologetically mean.

No one has ever been this mean to you

And you hated it.

Jungkook's head slightly turned from the impact, his cheek stinging from your slap. Slowly, he looked back at you, his usual smug expression faltering for the first time.

"I'm not—" your voice broke as more tears streamed down your face. You clenched your fists, nails digging into your palms. "I'm not Jaehyun's bitch, or anyone else's. I’ve never been with him like that… or with anyone!"

Jungkook's eyes flickered with something unreadable, but you didn’t wait to find out what it was. Your vision blurred as you turned on your heel and bolted for the door.

"Y/N," he called after you, but you didn’t stop.

You ran.

Perhaps you were too caught up in the moment, too overwhelmed by emotions, to realize you were barefoot—until you had already dashed out of his house, the rough pavement scraping against your soles, a stark contrast to the cold, polished tiles you had just been standing on.

You stumbled slightly, the sting of the uneven ground jolting through your body. But you didn’t stop. You couldn’t.

Tears blurred your vision as you ran, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. As if the night couldn’t get any worse, the sky opened up, and heavy rain began to pour.

"Y/N!" Jungkook's voice cut through the downpour. "Let's talk!"

Your legs ached from all the running, leaving you with no choice but to stand there in the pouring rain, chest rising and falling as you struggled to catch your breath. You were exhausted—physically, emotionally, everything in between.

Jungkook finally caught up to you, an umbrella in his hand, though it barely mattered now. Your clothes were already drenched, clinging to your shivering frame.

“Let’s get you inside, yeah?” he said, his voice softer this time.

You didn’t protest. Maybe it was the cold, maybe it was the sheer fatigue weighing you down, but you let him guide you back into his house.

The atmosphere had shifted. The tension from earlier still lingered, but now, it was laced with something else—guilt? Regret? You weren’t sure.

Once inside his bedroom, Jungkook handed you a towel and gently wiped away the rain from your face and arms, his touch surprisingly careful. Without a word, he grabbed one of his hoodies from the closet and held it out to you.

“Here,” he murmured, avoiding your gaze. “You’re gonna get sick.”

You slipped the hoodie over your head, the warmth of the fabric instantly comforting against your chilled skin. It smelled like him—clean, with a hint of something you couldn’t quite place. Not that it mattered. It was the best option you had.

Jungkook continued drying you off, his hands moving carefully, almost hesitant. You let him. Not because you forgave him, but because you were too drained to protest.

Neither of you spoke.

The silence between you was thick, heavy with unspoken words. He knew you were upset—he didn’t need to ask. And for once, he didn’t try to justify himself.

And just like that, the day ended.

───●◎●───

The next few days felt normal again. He no longer bothered you, and you were able to hang out with Jaehyun like before.

Yes, he was close to you.

Yes, he called you "babe."

But you had never done anything intimate with him.

You hadn't seen Jungkook at the university either. A slight curiosity lingered in your mind about where he might be—perhaps because, in some twisted way, you had grown accustomed to his presence.

Still, you were thankful he was gone.

Or so you thought…

───●◎●───

I was seething with rage as I watched her smiling and giggling with Jaehyun again—just like the first time.

But this time, the hatred wasn’t for her. It was for him. I know I was wrong for what I said to her that night.

At first, Y/N was just another piece in my game—a means to get my revenge.

But that night… something shifted. I saw her in a different light. She was raw and unmasked—nothing like the persona she wore at school.

I exhaled sharply, trying to push down the anger rising in my throat.

I told myself I’d leave her alone, that After that night I’d back off.

But now, watching her with him, I realized…

I didn’t want to back off.

Because she wasn’t his.

She’s mine all along to claim.

And I’ll make her realize just that.

───●◎●───

I was laughing with Jaehyun when my phone suddenly rang. An unknown number flashed on the screen.

I ignored it at first, assuming it was just a wrong number. But when it kept calling again and again, I finally answered.

"Hello?"

"Meet me at the old building. Same classroom as before. We still have a deal, you know? I hope you haven’t forgotten."

Just when I thought my nightmares were over, I was proven wrong.

I didn’t need to ask who it was. I knew that voice all too well. He sounded serious—angry, even.

The way he spoke, the sharpness in his tone—it wasn’t the same as before. There was no teasing lilt, no smug arrogance. He sounded different. Felt different.

I swallowed hard before forcing out a response.

"O-okay..."

"That’s my girl."

“Everything okay?” Jaehyun’s voice pulled me back to the present, his brows furrowing in concern.

I forced a smile, nodding quickly. “Yeah. Just some school stuff. I need to go for a bit.”

“Want me to come with you?”

“No” I blurted out a bit too fast

“I’ll see you later” is all I said before leaving.

Upon arriving at the empty classroom, I saw Jungkook already there, waiting for me—just like before.

His back was leaned against the teacher’s desk, arms crossed, eyes dark and unreadable as they settled on me.

I hesitated at the door, gripping my phone tightly. “What do you want?” My voice came out smaller than I intended.

Jungkook’s lips curled into a smirk as he pushed off the desk and took slow, deliberate steps toward me. “Missed you,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth.

I frowned, my stomach twisting in unease. “Jungkook—”

Before I could finish, he was already standing in front of me, too close, his fingers brushing against my wrist. “Don’t act like you don’t miss me too,” he whispered, tilting his head as if studying me.

I shook my head, trying to step back, but he caught my chin between his fingers, forcing me to look at him. “I-I don’t—”

He chuckled, leaning in closer. “Liar.”

My breath hitched when he pressed his lips against mine—slow at first, as if testing the waters. My body tensed, my mind screaming at me to push him away.

But then he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding to my waist, pulling me flush against him. His warmth, his scent—it was all too familiar, too intoxicating.

“You’re mine,” he murmured against my lips. “No matter how much you try to run, you always end up here, don’t you?”

It’s like there’s magic to his words that intoxicates me. His hands were just so skilled that it sent shivers in my skin. Perhaps because I’ve never been touched this way by a man.

The kiss was intense, our tongues intertwined. I was close to being out of breath, but he deepened the kiss before letting go. A string of saliva connected us. I looked dazed, almost drunk, as I gazed at him, and the next thing I knew, I was already lying on the teacher’s desk—skirt rolled up, panties gone, blouse unbuttoned. I tried to cover myself out of shyness, which only made Jungkook chuckle.

“I-I’m…”

“Relax doll… I know you’re a virgin, now let me take care of that, yeah?”

Before I could even know it, one of his fingers started slowly entering me, as he laps his tongue on my clit. The intrusion was a bit painful, yet very pleasurable.

“Shit you taste so amazing doll”

My legs were trembling from the unfamiliar feeling, one finger followed by another, as he scissors my insides. It was so good that I became a moaning mess, as I unconsciously buckled my hip out of desperation.

“Ahhhh… J-jungkook, please!”

Jungkook only smirks at the sight of you, he loves the control he has. He loves the way you begged.

He continues to ram his fingers in you before deciding that you’re already ready to take his cock.

His lips brush against her ear as he whispers:

“I’m going to put it in now”

And just like that, he slides his big cock into your tight hole. It hurts, especially with how thick it is, that you started gripping hard on the collar of his uniform as a means to relieve the pain.

After being fully in, he set a slow pace for a while, before brutally ramming in your core.

“You’re so tight, doll. Only for me. Don’t worry, I’ll shape you so you’d only crave me. I’ll ruin you for anyone else.”

You’re already intoxicated with the pleasure you don’t even know how to proper respond

“Fuck… you’re taking me so well, princess. Just like that. I knew you’d be good for me.

Everything he says is just too much for you, it’s so perverted and degrading that you don’t want to meet his eyes, but he forces you anyway, refusing to let you look away, making sure you see everything that he’s doing to you. Making sure that you’d remember how we claims you

“You thought I didn’t see you, huh? Laughing and giggling with that Jaehyun, while I was away. Now Look at you—whimpering, begging, fucking crying on my cock. You’re mine, princess. Say it.”

You couldn’t respond properly fast enough, so Jungkook grips your jaw, making you open your mouth as he forces to hear those words from you.

“Say it”

Y/N gasps out the words. “I’m yours, jungkook! I’m yours.”

“That’s my good girl.”

Jungkook smirks, satisfied, before thrusting even deeper, if possible, before shooting all of his load inside her pussy.

“I’m gonna fill you up, princess. Gonna make you round and full so everyone knows who you belong to.”

Y/N also reached her high together with Jungkook, but he didn't pull out immediately. He waited till his hard length would soften, and by the time he pulled out, he watched as his cum mixed with yours, dripped down your pussy.

The scene was amusing for him.. you being all fucked out and full of his cum. It’s better than any porn he had watched. So of course, it is only rightful for him to save this moment by taking a picture of it.

Jungkook smiles at you, as he proceeds to fix your crumpled clothes, and puts back on your panties, making it immediately drenched with cum as it acts as a barrier to not let his cum flow out of you.

And you’re just there… too tired to move that you just let him do things for you.

“You're coming home with me now, princess. In our house" Jungkook said with a genuine smile plastered on his face, as if he did not just ruin you.

And in that moment, she realizes—she’s lost.

Completely.

Utterly.

In his mercy.

[keypostos]

unestablished relationship. 1.9k words. candid photos and confessions (but not the kind you thiiiiiink).

caleb who always looks back at you first.

caleb, who doesn't hesitate to glance back at you not once, but twice.

caleb, who made sure to always look back for you when you were kids. he swore to himself that he'd never let you out of his sight: a promise he wanted to keep forever. if you strayed too far away, he'd grab your hand and lead you back to him, where you belonged.

even as teenagers, caleb would not stop looking out for you. no matter how many times you've complained (you entered that stage where you've found new friends), caleb lingers, watching over you like he always has.

he grabs onto your backpack when you almost walk into a pole, steering you clear from a nasty bruise. he intimidates those assholes that try to hit on you with his presence. he looks back to see if you've strayed away farther than before.

and as adults, he's still scrutinizing you. you tell him that you're a deepspace hunter now and you don't need monitoring. caleb responds with something teasing like, "oh really? pipsqueak can take care of her own now? does that mean she can reach the tall cabinets too?"

he looks back first before entering gran's house. after your small argument, his eyes flicker to your face; you have this annoyed look, one where your eyebrows are furrowed and your lips are slightly pouted. and how could he stay mad at that?

you're not making eye contact with him, and it makes caleb want to say something to make you look up. he wants you to look.

he feels like a kid again.

he faces the door, but turns back to glance at you one last time. his lips curl up in a tiny smirk—you look back up at him. he opens the door first and the world goes dark.

old habits seem to die hard for caleb. because now—even though you're just lounging in your apartment—he still can't seem to take his eyes off of you.

it's been like this the whole day. you've been back in his life for a while now (it's been a few months, but for caleb, it's like you've been here forever), and he still can't seem to stop looking at you.

at the grocery store today, he kept looking back at you while you were throwing items into the shopping cart. as kids, you'd stand on the bottom part of the cart, nearly tipping over sometimes when you pushed yourself off the ground like the cart was a skateboard.

while walking through linkon's crowded shopping district, caleb made sure to never let go of your hand. part of it was because he didn't want to lose you in the crowd, and another part was because he wanted to keep holding your hand. but you didn't need to know that last part.

and presently, he's looking back at you while cooking dinner. every once in a while (every few seconds), he looks up from his post in the kitchen to find you shifting positions on the couch. you're on your stomach, then your back, and then your side. you had a book in your hand, then your phone, then the tv remote.

he shakes his head and lets out a small chuckle. he hopes you hear him, just so you can come up to him and bother him like before. you two still tease each other, but it's not the same.

he focuses on stirring the pot for a little while and then looks back over to you. but instead of finding you in another position on the couch, you're upright with alert, wide eyes. directed right at him. staring at him.

the moment he catches you, your eyes immediately flee to another surface. he notices as your head shifts from the coffee table to the tv to caleb's jacket on the coat hanger.

caleb's face pulls back; he's left puzzled. it was so obvious that you were boring holes into the back of his head, so why were you trying to hide it?

caleb takes this as the perfect opportunity to get you riled up, "what're you doing...?"

your eyes reach his for only a second before they shift away. caleb feels something strike his chest. "nothing. just laying around," you respond as nonchalantly as you can, as if you weren't just ogling him a few seconds before, "bored as hell, might i add."

"really?" caleb challenges you, "did you like what you see at least?"

you jolt up from the couch, "huh?!"

"i could see you staring at me, y'know," caleb teases.

"i was not staring at you."

"i'm pretty sure that if i search up the definition of staring, what you just did would pop up."

"oh really," you pad over to the kitchen. caleb turns around and tries to hide his smirk. even after all these years, he still riles you up so easily. "search it up."

caleb sucks a breath in through his teeth, "sorry pipsqueak, i'm kind of busy over here," he says, gesturing to the food on the stove. "but if you'd like to help, feel free."

you roll your eyes, "yeah, i'll help. let me just search up the definition of staring for you." you plop yourself onto the kitchen island across from him, carelessly tapping on your phone while caleb cooks.

chaos has been thrashing itself onto caleb like waves in this past year. but seeing you on the kitchen island—swinging your legs back and forth while bothering him—brings him the most peace in the world.

he turns around and turns the stove off before making his way over to you. he walks over and cages your thighs between his hands, making you jerk your head up from your phone to meet his eyes.

in a flash, you try to turn your phone off, but caleb catches a glance of what's on there.

it's a picture of him, just now, cooking in your kitchen.

for a moment, caleb has nothing to say. he just stares at himself—his backside—in your camera roll.

while caleb's practically dumbstruck, you turn off your phone and place it on the counter. caleb's gaze follows your hand, then trails around your face.

he glances at your lips once, and you bite at your bottom lip in response. he gulps, looks away, and shakes his head as if he was snapping out of a spell.

clearer, more logical caleb speaks, "why'd you take a picture of me? i'm right here, y'know."

you swallow, "it's a candid. super popular now."

"mhm," caleb hums. "this the first of many?"

"no," you shake your head, lowering your eyes to your lap, "i've got plenty. i've got blackmail photos to actual good photos."

"cute," caleb smiles. you can hear how his voice lifts when he speaks and it makes you blush. "but if you ever need me, i'm right here."

this makes you look up. "always?"

"of course," he grabs your hands that lay in your lap, "you know that. i'm never that far away."

but you pull away from him, curling your knees up and resting your head on them. caleb immediately follows your body, just like all those years ago.

your arms rest on top of your knees, covering your face when you sigh. caleb takes his big hands and rests them on the side of your torso, rubbing up and down.

"hey," he coaxes, "look at me. please?"

when you don't budge, his hands travel under your arms to your face. "what's wrong? talk to me, baby."

the childhood nickname makes you laugh, and caleb can feel the reverberations through your face as he cups it. he strokes up and down your cheekbone, prodding at you to look up at him.

look back, he silently pleads, please look back at me.

after letting out another long sigh, you finally cave, "i'm scared that you won't be around for me. that something's going to pull you away. and no matter how hard i cling onto you, that other thing will get the best of me."

"nothing like that will ever happen," caleb quickly reassures you, "why are you thinking about that?"

you place your smaller hands over his bigger ones, and caleb feels his heart swell. he bites down on his tongue to resist the urge to climb on you right now.

"i dunno," you laugh, though you sound more pathetic than cheerful, "i miss you. that's why."

"i want you around me constantly," you continue, "but i just feel like—with everything going on—you'll eventually forget about me," you swallow, take a deep breath, "i don't want you to forget me."

when you finally look back up at caleb, your eyes are wide and glassy. he strokes your face once more and you instantly lean into his touch. you press your face against his calloused hand without thinking about it. his hand could be hard as rocks for all you care. he uses his thumb to brush over your eyebrow, stray hairs, and eyelid; he melts at the sight of you like this.

"how could i ever forget you?" caleb voices. his tone is so soft, so gentle. the way he said it reminds you of someone who was asked to solve an impossible math equation. it was impossible for caleb to leave you.

you shake your head, rubbing your cheek against caleb's palm, "you have other things to prioritize. you have all these enemies. all these people to keep up with," you close your eyes and take a long inhale, "i can be needy sometimes, i know that. you won't have time for this."

"hey," he slightly tilts your head up, "look at me," he punctuates every word like a command, and you follow it diligently. you'd follow him to the ends of the earth if he asked.

"first, you're not 'too needy', or anything like that, to me. second," caleb pauses, taking time to trace the shape of your cheekbone with his thumb, admiring you, "i will. i'll always have time for you. call me, and i'll be there. yell for me, and i'll hear you. run to me, and i'll always catch you. and look at me, because i'll always be looking back at you first."

and it's true. how could it not be? you're the first thought on his mind, always. how are you doing? are you safe? are you cold? do you miss him? do you miss him like he misses you—so sullenly and almost lamentful? do you wake up and wish he was in bed next to you?

you shakily exhale, taking slow breaths in and out. you rest your forehead against caleb's while trying your best to synchronize your breathing. caleb follows you easily, still holding on to your face.

you remove his hand from your face and instead interlock his fingers with yours. you grab his hand, putting it in front of your lips. your lips press onto his knuckles and you feel him squeeze your hand just a bit harder.

"promise me," you whisper, "tell me it's true."

caleb presses his forehead harder against yours. the air coming from his nose tickles your face.

"i promise. i'll always promise."

when you look up to meet caleb's eyes, he's already looking at you first.

not my best work but like i had to get this out. lol sorry.

[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.”

——-

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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.”

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[+18] Stuck with König

Another attempt, this time with our favourite Austrian big boy 🫡🇦🇹

Warnings: English is not my native language, rough sex, teasing, male dom, female sub, very dirty talk (whore, cock sleeve, trash, etc), breast sucking, grinding, power play, mutual consent (at least for sex), ownership, claiming, hair pulling, choking, finishing deep inside, climax, noncon breeding, punishment, humiliation, size difference, stuck in confined space, pressing against the wall, standing sex, little bit of biting and scratching, fucking into oblivion, mindless female, ADHD female (mentioned), power bottom, admiring scent. (Let me know if I missed something 🙃)

Word count: 7,8k

Enjoy~

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König quickly shoved you inside some tiny supply closed, trying to hide from enemy soldiers. Unfortunately doors appeared to have one way lock and you two got stuck. There was barely enough space for two people and on top of it you got stuck with a soldier built like a tank. You grabbed the doorknob in hope that you can make it open somehow.

“Nicht bewegen!” König hissed, grabbing your shoulders to keep you still. You two could hear distant shouting of enemy soldiers.

You still tried to make the doorknob work, yanking it with irritation. Despite your best efforts, the door refused to budge. Either the doors were opening only from outside or the supply closet was just that old and knob was broken. König watched you struggle with the door for a few more seconds before pulling you away from it.

“It’s no use, Fräulein.” He said almost in an exasperated tone. “We’re gonna have to wait it out until the team finds us.”

"There need to be some way to open these damn doors..." You grumbled, trying to reach back to the doorknob.

König sighed as you once again struggled with the door. He grabbed onto your upper arms and spun you around to face him, pinning you back against the wall with his large frame.

"I swear, Fräulein. You need to stop fiddling with the door." He spoke gruffly, towering over you. "You're not going to get it to open no matter how much you twist or pull that thing."

"We can't be stuck in here..." You grumbled, looking up at him with deep frown.

König met your gaze with a stern look, his eyes intense even in the dim light of the closet.

"Unfortunately, we are." He said bluntly, still keeping you pinned against the wall. "You need to accept that fact." He leaned in slightly, his broad frame overshadowing you even more. "And stop fidgeting, bitte. You're making me anxious."

"I can't." You grumbled with strained voice. "My ADHD meds wore off half an hour ago."

König's expression hardened as he heard your response. He let out an almost annoyed huff. "Of course..." He muttered under his breath. "Why am I not surprised..." He took a deep breathe, seeming to be trying to keep his patience.

"You're really twitchy..." He said, his gaze shifting over your form.

"Can't help it." You grumbled.

König sighed again as he watched you fidget and squirm, your restlessness obviously getting on his nerves.

"I can see that..." He said, his grip on your arms slightly tightening. "Maybe I should give you something to keep your damn hands occupied before you drive me crazy."

"You're so fucking irritating." You grumbled and took out hair tie to keep your hands occupied.

König rolled his eyes at your words, not at all phased by your blatant hostility towards him. "Ditto, Fräulein." He watched as you took out the hair tie to fidget with, a small frown on his face.

"Is that seriously all it takes to keep you from acting like a hyperactive monkey?" He asked dryly.

"For the time being." You grumbled, pushing him away. "You're suffocating." You mocked.

König rolled his eyes again, but he did step back to give you some space. He wasn't used to being pushed around, especially by someone so much smaller than him.

"Suffocating? You’re the one who keeps squirming like a fish out of water." He said with a slight scoff.

"Oh, spare me." You mumbled. You were aware that your condition was unusual in military. You had your meds but you were constantly forgetting to take them. You sighed irritated and continued to fidget with hair tie.

König watched you fidget with the hair tie with a mix of irritation and fascination. He had never really spent much time around someone with your condition before and frankly, he thought it was quite distracting.

"You know, Fräulein, you could at least try to focus on something other than that damn hair tie." He said gruffly, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"On what, genius?" You scoffed, looking around the old and most likely abandoned closet. "On expired floor cleaner bottle or this mop that I would rather shove up your Austrian ass...?" You said with growing irritation.

König glared down at you, his irritation growing with your sharp retort. He had to take a deep breath to keep from snapping back at you.

"You really know how to push my buttons, don't you, Fräulein?" He said, his voice dangerously low.

He leaned in slightly, his gaze intense as he met your eyes. "You should watch your tone. I could easily put that mouth of yours to use for something other than biting at me."

"Oh, please, do enlighten me with something more entertaining." You mocked.

König's eyes darkened at your mockery. He was quickly losing his patience with your sharp tongue.

He took a step forward, closing the distance between you again. He pressed you back against the wall, his large frame trapping you firmly.

"I could think of a few things..." He said, his voice dropping to a low growl. "But they're not exactly family friendly, Fräulein."

"Since when soldiers try to be family friendly?" You scoffed frowning.

"Good point." König smirked under his mask, his eyes taking in your disheveled state. You were clearly annoyed, tired and restless all at once.

He leaned closer, his masked nose practically brushing against yours. You could feel his breath against your skin as he spoke, his tone dropping to a low, almost seductive whisper.

"Maybe we should forget about being family friendly, Fräulein." He murmured.

You tensed your jaw and cocked a brow, looking up at his masked face. He was almost twice your size and you were closed in a tiny supply closet. What could go wrong?

"Go on..." You said with slight curiosity.

König smirked again, noticing that hint of curiosity in your voice. He leaned in even closer, his body pressing against yours. You could feel the heat radiating off of him and the wall of muscle that was his chest.

He brought his hand up, running a finger along the sharp angle of your jaw. His touch was surprisingly gentle for a man of his size and profession.

"Maybe I should show you a good time, Fräulein. Since we're stuck in here together..." He said, his voice lower than ever.

"Make sure to keep me entertained so I won't fidget." You mocked boldly.

König's smirk grew wider at your audacity. He appreciated your boldness, even if it did border on being slightly infuriating.

"Oh, trust me, Fräulein. I'm very good at keeping people entertained." He said, his hand moving from your jaw down to your neck, gently wrapping around it.

He pulled you closer to him, his body almost completely enveloping you. "And I know just the thing to keep those fidgety hands of yours occupied..."

König kept his grip on your neck firm but not painful. He leaned in even closer, his face now mere inches away from yours.

"You like to bite, don't you, Fräulein?" He said, his voice dropping to a soft whisper.

He reached back with his other hand, grabbing a handful of your hair and gently pulling your head back so that you were forced to look up at him. He stared down at you with a mix of annoyance and desire. "I wonder... do you also like to scratch?"

"See for yourself, big boy." You mocked, chuckling darkly.

König's annoyance turned to amusement as you taunted him. He couldn't resist a good challenge, especially from someone as feisty as you.

"Oh, I plan to, Fräulein." He replied, his voice holding a hint of danger. His grip on your hair tightened slightly, drawing a soft gasp from you.

He leaned in so close that his mask was almost touching your face, his eyes locked on yours. "Don't tempt me, I might just take you up on that offer."

"Tempting, but I have fresh manicure and I don't want to ruin it~" You mocked, running your long, black nail over his sniper hood, pressing lightly so that he can feel it on his cheek through the thin fabric.

König couldn't help but shiver at the feeling of your nail tracing his skin through his hood. It was a surprisingly sensual feeling and it left him both annoyed and aroused at the same time.

He grunted softly, his grip on your hair tightening ever so slightly as your words sent a shudder down his spine.

"You little minx..." He said, his voice almost a low growl. "You really are asking for it, aren't you...?"

"Maybe I do. Just because I'm bored and we're trapped here for God knows how long." You murmured and rolled your eyes with half smirk.

König let out an annoyed huff at your words, but he couldn't deny that there was something about your cheeky attitude that he found intriguing.

"You really are irritatingly bold." He said, his grip on your hair still firm. "But also surprisingly... attractive."

He moved his face even closer to yours, his nose almost touching your cheek. "You know, if you weren't such a damn trouble maker, I might actually enjoy spending time with you."

"Oh, you know me König." You chuckled darkly and swallowed thickly with your neck flexed by his grip on your hair. "I just love to push your buttons. You're so easy to rile up~"

König's breath hitched slightly. He hated to admit it, but you were right. You really did love to push his buttons.

He clenched his jaw, his grip on your hair growing even tighter. "You're insufferable." He said in a low, gravelly voice. "But goddamn it if I don't find you attractive."

"Checkmate." You smirked and chuckled.

König rolled his eyes at your smug smirk, but he couldn't deny that he was caught. There was something about you that he just couldn't resist, even when you were being annoyingly smug.

He grunted softly, his chest heaving as he tried to keep his composure. "You're a damn brat, you know that?" He said, his voice still rough but with a hint of reluctant amusement.

"I've been called worse." You mocked indifferenty.

König let out an irritated huff, his grip on your hair loosening ever so slightly. He couldn't deny that there was something oddly charming about your sharp tongue and quick retorts, even if they were annoying as hell.

"Oh, I'm sure you have." He said dryly, his eyes narrowing at your indifference. "I bet you've got a whole list of insults that people have thrown at you, Fräulein."

"You want to add something to that list? Let me grab my notebook..." You mocked grinning at him.

König let out an exasperated sigh, but he couldn't help but find your mockery endearing. You were a brat, but you were a damn attractive one.

He grumbled softly, but there was the faintest hint of amusement in his voice. "Oh, don't tempt me, Fräulein. I have a pretty impressive vocabulary of insults myself. I could probably make a whole book about you."

"I'd love to read that one~" You taunted grinning even wider.

König's lips curled into a smirk at your response. He couldn't deny that he enjoyed the little game the two of you were playing.

"You would, wouldn't you?" He said, his voice dropping in tone. "I bet you'd love to hear all the colorful ways I could insult you."

"I haven't been properly insulted by Austrian yet, so please, go ahead." You said, tugging lightly on his sniper hood.

König's eyes narrowed at your tugging on his hood, but he couldn't deny that your attitude was turning him on even more. He leaned in closer, his face mere inches away from yours.

"You want me to insult you in my native language, Fräulein?" He said, his voice low and gravelly. "I suppose I can do that. Although, you might not understand all the colorful words I have for you."

"Your thick, foreign groans would be enough, there's no need to understand them, you know~" You teased him and tugged at his mask once again to get some reaction from him.

König's eyes darkened at your words and your continued tugging at his mask. He grunted softly, his grip on your hair tightening once again. He was getting increasingly frustrated at your teasing and your flippant attitude.

"You're playing with fire, Fräulein." He growled lowly, his breath hot against your face. "If you keep pulling at my mask, I might just give you more than just insults."

"Why won't you just take it off, hm?" You taunted, tugging at it a bit harder.

König's eyes flashed with annoyance at your words and the increased tugging on his mask. He could feel his mask starting to shift ever so slightly, and he knew that it wouldn't take much more before it was pulled off completely.

"Careful, Fräulein." He said in a low, strained voice. "If I take off my mask, I'm not sure you'll be able to handle what's underneath."

"Surprise me then, what is it? You're ugly? Scarred? Oh, I know! You're definitely cute and you're hiding your baby face~" You mocked, fidgeting with hem of his sniper hood.

König's irritation grew at your mockery and your persistent attempts to get a rise out of him. He was on the verge of losing his composure completely, but he tried to keep his cool.

"You have no idea what you're messing with, Fräulein." He said, his voice growing rougher with each word. "I'm not worried about being ugly or scarred. You can keep your damn insults to yourself."

He leaned in even closer, his face mere inches away from yours. "If you want to see my face so damn bad, maybe I should make you earn it."

"I like challenges." You chuckled and winced slightly, feeling König's grip on your hair growing tighter.

König's annoyance was quickly turning to a heated desire as you continued to mock him. Your playful attitude was driving him wild, and he was losing his patience.

He tugged at your hair once more, this time hard enough to make you gasp. His eyes roamed over your face, drinking in your expression of defiance.

"You like challenges, huh?" He said, his voice a low, gravelly growl. "Well, you're in luck, Fräulein. I plan on giving you one hell of a challenge."

König suddenly pulled your head back, exposing your neck to him. He leaned in, his hot breath tickling your skin as he brought his face down to your throat.

His lips ghosted over your skin, hovering just above the sensitive area, his mask pressing against your flesh. His grip on your hair was still firm, but he was being careful not to hurt you... too much.

König ran his nose up the side of your neck, inhaling deeply. He could smell the faint scent of whatever soap you used, mixed with the subtle musk of your arousal. His own arousal was growing stronger by the second, and he was having a hard time restraining himself.

"You smell good, Fräulein." He said, his voice low and hoarse. "You have no idea how much I want to just rip off your clothes and have my way with you right now."

"What's stopping you then, big boy?" You asked teasingly.

König couldn't resist the challenge in your tone. Your words were like gasoline to the fire that was already burning inside of him. He grunted softly, his grip on your hair tightening slightly.

"Oh, don't tempt me, you little minx." He growled low in your ear. "You're begging for it, aren't you? You want me to show you just how much of a 'big boy' I really am."

He pulled your head back even further, his voice dropping to a hot, possessive whisper as he spoke directly into your ear. "You want me to show you what it's like to be with an Austrian, Fräulein?"

"Rough?" You asked with sly smirk.

König's lips curled into a dark smirk at your question. "Oh, you have no idea just how rough I can be, Fräulein." He said, his voice dropping even lower.

He ran his nose along the side of your cheek, his hand still firmly gripping your hair. "You're in for a real treat if you think you can handle it."

"Try me..." You whispered into his ear, covered by his sniper hood.

König could feel your warm breath against his ear through the fabric of his mask. It sent a shiver down his spine that was both pleasant and torturous. He grunted softly as he felt his resolve quickly crumbling.

"Oh, I'll try you, alright." He said, his voice low and rough. "I'll make you feel pleasure you can't even imagine, and pain you won't soon forget."

He pulled your head back even further, your neck completely exposed to him. He took a moment to admire you, his eyes roaming your face and body with possessive intensity.

"But first..." He said, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I need to show you just what you're getting yourself into, Fräulein."

"Gladly..." You said with strained voice and wicked smirk.

König couldn't help but let out a low, gravelly chuckle at your arrogance. You were a damn tempting little minx, that was for sure.

"Brave," he said, his grip on your hair still tight. "But maybe a tad bit too confident for your own good."

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Let's see just how confident you are when I leave you trembling and breathless."

He pulled your head back once more, forcing you to arch your back and press up against him. His large frame was almost enveloping you now, his body heat radiating off of him in waves.

"Are you ready for me, Fräulein?" He asked, his voice rough and dominant. "Are you ready for me to show you just how a real Austrian man handles a woman like you?"

"This better be good..." You chuckled darkly.

König was done playing games. Your words had pushed him to his limit, and he was more than ready to give you a lesson you won't forget.

He growled low in your ear, his voice dripping with primal desire. "Oh, it'll be good, Fräulein. You have no idea."

He suddenly released your hair, grabbed onto your thighs and lifted you up, pinning you against the wall.

You groaned softly and winced at the impact. "Careful, don't make too much noise or we'll have unexpected guests in our tiny closet." You teased with smirk, grabbing his arms to steady yourself.

König grunted softly, his grip on your thighs firm and steady. He was strong, and he could easily hold you up against the wall without any effort.

"Don't worry, Fräulein. I'm not planning on letting anyone else get a peak at this little performance." He said bluntly. "I'll make sure to keep you quiet."

"We'll see about that..." You murmured with challenge and wicked grin on your face. You gently and slowly rose the hem of his sniper hood to reveal his chin and lips.

König's eyes narrowed. He let out a low warning growl, but he didn't try to stop you. He watched you closely, waiting to see what you were planning.

You leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Then you tugged on his lower lip with your teeth.

König's eyes widened in surprise as you suddenly placed a soft kiss on his lips. His breath hitched slightly, and he felt a jolt of pleasure at the unexpected feeling. But then you followed it up by biting his lip, and his reaction was immediate.

He let out a low, guttural groan, his body responding instinctively. He tightened his grip on your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pressed you even harder against the wall.

"You little... brat..." He growled in a low, gruff voice. He was both annoyed and aroused at your audacity. No one had ever been this bold and presumptuous with him before.

His eyes burned with an intense, hungry gaze as he stared down at you. "You have no idea what you're playing with here, Fräulein."

König ran his tongue along his lower lip, still wet from your bite, and let out another low moan. He could feel his arousal growing stronger with each passing second.

He pulled your hips closer to him, forcing you to feel his hardness, straining against his pants. "You better be ready, Fräulein..." He breathed into your ear, his voice rougher than ever. "You're about to get a lesson in just how an Austrian man handles a little vixen like you."

You bit your lower lip, letting out a strained groan at the feeling of his arousal. "Show me my place, big boy." You taunted.

König's eyes darkened at your words, his desire for you growing stronger with each passing moment. He was a man who was used to being in control and your defiant attitude was driving him wild.

He leaned in close, his face just inches away from yours, his breath hot on your skin. "Oh, I'll show you your place alright, Fräulein. And I promise you won't be able to walk straight once I'm finished with you."

He tightened his grip on your hips, grinding you against his arousal. "You tease me, you provoke me, you taunt me... You don't know what it does to me." He said, his voice rough and gravelly. "You drive me wild, Fräulein. I can't help myself when you push my buttons like this."

You couldn't help but moan softly at his grinding.

König's eyes darkened even further at the sound of your moan. His grip on your hips grew even tighter as he began to move against you more forcefully. He could feel himself getting harder and harder, his arousal almost painful at this point.

He let out a low, guttural groan as he pressed even closer to you, his face buried in your neck. "You like that, hm? You like teasing me, don't you? Making me lose control like this."

"Oh... You're loosing... Your control... Pretty fast... König..." You murmured with smirk, between heavy breaths.

König could feel his control slipping more and more with each passing second. Your words and your breathy moans were driving him insane with desire. He was losing himself in the heat of the moment, his primal instincts taking over.

He grunted softly, his body moving against yours with increasing urgency. "Shut that pretty little mouth of yours... You cocky little minx." He said, his tone both rough and strained.

"In your dreams..." You murmured, tangling your arms around his neck and moaning softly straight into his ear.

König's breath hitched as your words and your moans filled his ears. He could feel the heat radiating off of you, and he was coming undone at your touch. He let out a low, guttural groan, his arousal growing stronger by the second.

"You're going to regret this, Fräulein," he growled in a low, rough voice. "I can't promise I'll be gentle with you."

He tightened his grip on your thighs, his body pressed flush against yours. "You've been pushing my buttons too damn much tonight. It's time I show you what happens when you push an Austrian man over the edge."

König's eyes were dark with primal desire as he spoke, his voice heavy with lust. He was barely holding onto his composure at this point, and he was ready to give you the lesson you so badly needed.

"You ready for me, Fräulein?" He asked, his voice a low, primal growl in your ear.

You looked at him with hazy gaze, panting heavily. His pupils were so dilated that his blue eyes appeared black. You could feel his hot breaths through sniper hood. "Bring it on, big boy." You taunted again and locked your feet behind his back grinding yourself against his straining arousal.

König's eyes fluttered, his body responding instinctively to your touch. His breath hitched as he struggled to maintain his composure, his arousal growing ever more insistent.

His fingers dug into your thighs, his grip tight and possessive. "You have... No idea what you're asking for, Fräulein." He said, his voice rough and uneven.

"Oh, I think I know perfectly fine, what I'm asking for..." You teased, unbuttoning your cargo pants. "Go on, I'm not fragile."

König's eyes widened, his gaze darkening with a mix of desire and lust. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling as he tried to control himself.

"You're playing with fire, Fräulein. You have no idea just how much I want to tear those pants right off of you, right here and now." He growled, his voice low and rough.

You leaned to his ear, covered by his sniper hood. "What's stopping you?" You murmured sensually.

With your words, the last bit of König's self-control snapped. He couldn't resist you any longer, his desire for you overwhelming any sense of reason or restraint he had left.

He let out a low, primal growl as he pressed your back harder against the wall. His large frame was flush against you, his arousal straining eagerly against his pants. "You asked for it, Fräulein."

With that, he began to kiss your neck, his mouth hot and hungry on your skin. His hands roamed your body, eager and rough, as he continued to grind against you. He was losing himself in the moment, consumed by his need for you.

König's kisses moved from your neck up to your jawline, biting and nipping at your skin as he went. His hands grasped the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head in one swift motion.

You gasped at his quick action but smirked wickedly, taking off your sports bra as well.

König's eyes roamed over your exposed chest, his gaze dark and hungry. He was completely entranced by your body, his breathing heavy with desire. He let out a low, guttural moan as he leaned in, his lips finding their way to your neck again.

His kisses were hungry and possessive, his tongue licking and nipping at your skin. One of his large hands came up to cup your breast, his palm rough against your skin. His other hand was on your hip, holding you in place against the wall.

His lips moved down to your collarbone, his teeth scraping lightly over your skin as he kissed and nipped his way down to your chest. His hand on your hip tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he began to tease you with his mouth. He took your nipple between his lips, his tongue swirling around it.

You moaned softly at the sensation, helping him to keep his sniper hood out of the way with one hand.

König grunted softly, his eyes burning with desire as he continued to tease and pleasure you with his mouth. His large frame was pressing you against the wall, his body hot and firm against yours.

He pulled back for a moment, his gaze roaming over your body with unabashed desire. His eyes were dark and intense, his expression hungry and possessive. "You're... unbelievable..." He said, his voice a low, gruff growl.

"Am I...?" You murmured, breathing heavily. Your hand that kept his sniper hood in check, slipped under it, gently tracing his jawline with your long nails.

König's breath hitched at your touch, his eyes closing momentarily as he felt your nails tracing his jawline. He was so damn turned on right now, and the sensation of your fingers on his sensitive skin was driving him wild.

He grunted softly, his grip on your hip tightening even more as he leaned in again, his lips finding your neck once more. He began to kiss and bite at your skin, his kisses growing more intense with each moment. His hand that was on your breast now moved down to your pants, toying with the waistband.

Your hand under his sniper hood lightly traced his lower lip.

König's breath grew heavier, his eyes flickering to meet yours. Your touch was like electricity on his skin, and he couldn't get enough of it. He let out another low, guttural moan, his hand on your waistband growing more impatient.

He began to tug at the waistband of your pants, trying to pull them down over your hips. "I need... to touch you..." He murmured, his voice rough and strained with desire.

König's eyes darkened with desire as you loosened your legs on his waist, allowing him to pull your pants down over your hips. His hands moved with quick, rough motions, desperate to have you completely exposed before him.

With your pants now lying in a pile on the floor, König's eyes roamed over your naked body. You could see the desire and need in his gaze, his body taut with tension as he looked at you. He couldn't get enough of you, and he wanted you badly.

You leaned on the wall, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, panting heavily. His large frame loomed over you emphasizing our size difference.

König's gaze locked on yours, his eyes burning with desire as he looked down at you. His frame completely towered over you, his broad shoulders and chest almost completely blocking your view. You felt small and fragile in comparison, but oh so damn good.

He moved in closer to you again, trapping you between his body and the wall. His hands moved to your thighs, lifting you up with ease once again. He pressed you against the wall, his body flush against yours as he held you in place.

König growled softly as you moaned softly and tangled your arms and legs behind his back, your body pressed tightly against his. He could feel the heat radiating off of you, and it was driving him wild. His hands were on your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh as he held you up.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're... incredible," he said, his voice low and rough. "I want you so bad, Fräulein..." His body was tense and taut with desire, his arousal pressing hard against your naked body.

König could feel your soaked pussy pressing against his erection, staining the material of his pants, the friction driving both of you wild. He couldn't get enough of you, and he needed more. He let out a low, guttural moan as he leaned in even closer, his lips hovering just above your ear. "I want you now," he said, his voice low and rough. "And I don't care if someone hears us."

His grip on your thighs tightened, his fingers dug into your flesh as he held you in place. "I need to be inside you..." he growled, his body pressed so close to yours that you could feel the heat radiating off of him. "Right now."

König was losing his control, he wanted you so desperately and he couldn't stand it anymore. He was on the verge of snapping, his body tense and filled with a primal need.

He ran his nose along the side of your neck, breathing in your scent. He could feel his control slipping, his body growing more and more impatient. He grunted softly, his voice low and rough. "I can't... hold back anymore." He said, pulling back to look you in the eye.

You locked your hazy gaze with his. "Want me to help with that...?" You asked, reaching to unbutton his pants.

König's breath hitched at your touch, his body tensing even more at the feel of your fingers on his pants. He let out a low, guttural moan, his eyes darkening with desire. "Yes..." He said, almost pleading with you to continue.

You unbuttoned his pants and slipped your hand inside, tracing his massive cock through his underwear. "Mmm... You weren't kidding about that big boy, I feel kinda threatened now..." You teased, rubbing the twitching hardness.

König's eyes fluttered shut at your touch, his body growing even more tense with need. He let out a low, guttural moan as you teased him, his breath coming in sharp gasps. "I... warned you..." He gasped, his voice strained and rough. "I'm a big boy in more than one way."

He leaned in closer to you again, his body pressed flush against yours. "And you... are in for a rough ride." He growled low in your ear, his breath hot and heavy against your skin.

His growl sent a shiver down your spine and your hand reflexively squeezed his cock.

König's eyes rolled back and he let out a deep grunt as you squeezed him, your touch sending a wave of pleasure through his body. He pressed even closer to you, his body practically enveloping you as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. "That's it... Do that again..." He growled, his voice thick with desire.

You huffed lustfully and slipped your hand inside his underwear, squeezing and gently tugging at his throbbing shaft.

König groaned loudly, his body growing even more tense with need. His eyes were half-lidded, his gaze fixed on your face as he watched you work. He growled softly, his voice low and rough. "Damn it, Fräulein... You're such a..." he trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. He was too lost in the moment to even think straight.

"Brat?" You asked teasingly and tugged once again, causing a bit of precum to leak onto your hand. "I can assure you that with your size I'll be also tight..." You murmured into his ear, grinning wickedly.

König's body shuddered at your words, his mind instantly conjuring an image of you taking his throbbing coc. He let out a low, guttural moan as he leaned in closer, his body pressing against yours. "F-fuck... You're so damn... bold." He said, his voice strained with desire. "You're gonna be the death of me."

"I'm aware of that..." You murmured lustfully, kissing his ear through his sniper hood. You grabbed his cock roughly and pulled it outside, letting its thick, leaking tip rest on your abdomen.

König groaned loudly, his eyes closing as he felt your kiss on his ear through the fabric of his hood. He was practically trembling with need now. "Mein Gott... You're so damn impatient..." He moaned low in your ear, his voice thick with desire. You could feel him throb against your stomach, so hard that it almost hurt.

"I... can't wait any longer..." he growled into your ear, his body growing even more tense with need as he pressed against your body. "I need to... be inside you..." He gasped, his voice rough and strained. He pushed you even harder against the wall, his body pressed flush against yours. "I can't... stand it anymore..." He said, his voice strained as he struggled to hold back his lust.

He looked at you, his eyes dark with hunger as he looked at you like a predator looks at prey. "You want it, don't you?" He growled, his voice low and demanding.

"Go ahead... Rip me in half, big boy... Fucking break me..." You taunted.

König growled low in your ear, his body trembling with need as he heard your words. "You have no idea what you're asking for, Fräulein." He said, his voice low and rough. "I'm not gonna hold back on you."

He took a deep breath, his body tensing with anticipation. He looked you in the eye, his gaze dark and hungry as he leaned in close. "You're gonna be sore for a week when I'm done with you." He muttered.

König could feel the heat of your body as he pressed his thick tip against your pussy, stretching it open and drawing satisfied moan from your throat. It took all of his restraint not to lose all control and slam into you. His breathing was thick and labored, his body trembling with desire. He let out a low, guttural moan. "You're so... tight..." He growled, his voice thick with need.

"T-told y-ya..." You stuttered, trying to keep your cocky composure.

König's eyes flickered as he heard you struggle to stay tough, his size making it rather difficult. The corner of his mouth curled into a cocky grin. "Oh, did you, Fräulein?" He asked, his voice rough and teasing. "It seems like you're having a bit of trouble here."

"Shut up..." You grumbled, panting heavily. "I'm... l-literally being... impaled... r-right now... Nghhh..." You winced, trying to relax.

König couldn't help but smirk at your pained expression, his voice rough and smug. "Impaled, huh? You're making it sound like it's a bad thing." He said, his voice low and teasing. "I thought you wanted me to break you...?"

"I'm not... complaining here... it's just a... minor issue..." You grunted, digging your nails into skin on back of his neck.

König's smile widened as he listened to you, his skin burning at your touch as you dug your nails into his flesh. "A minor issue, huh? I thought you were a big tough girl who could take anything." He said, his voice low and taunting. "Or was that just all bark and no bite?"

"I assure you... I can... b-bite... just give me... a minute... t-to catch my breath..." You frowned and growled through clenched teeth.

König chuckled softly, his gaze amused as he watched you struggle to acclimate to his girth. He leaned in closer, his voice taunting and low. "Oh? You can bite, huh? I'm looking forward to seeing that." He said, his breath hot against your neck. "Take your time, Fräulein. I'm not going anywhere."

"Oh how... g-generous of you..." You teased, panting heavily.

König grunted softly as he felt you finally getting used to his size. He couldn't help but enjoy your teasing, his body growing even more tense with desire as he listened to your heavy breathing. "I'm a very generous man." He said, his voice low and teasing. "But don't get too cocky, Fräulein. You know that I can make this even more uncomfortable for you."

He flexed his grip on your hips, the tips of his long fingers digging into your flesh. "You remember the safe word, Fräulein?" His tone was as smooth as gravel as he spoke into your ear.

"We... don't have... safe word..." You panted.

König chuckled softly, leaning in even closer as he felt you panted in his ear. "No safe word, huh?" He said, his voice low and rough. "That's actually kinda hot."

He leaned in even further, his masked nose touching the side of your neck as his breath came out in hot puffs. "You don't mind if I get a little rough with you, do you, Fräulein?" He whispered.

You swallowed thickly, hearing his whispered question and braced yourself for a rough ride, squeezing yourself around him.

You could hear König's low, gruff moan as you tightened around him, his body tensing in response. He took a moment to calm himself, his breaths heavy and ragged. "You're such a good girl for me..." He murmured, his voice low and ragged. He leaned in even closer, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm going to have so much fun with you."

He adjusted his grip on your hips. He grunted softly as he shifted position, his body pressing against you harder. "Hold on tight, Fräulein." He warned, his voice low and rough. "I'm about to show you what this big boy can do."

He started moving then, setting a rough and powerful pace. His grip on your hips was tight to the point of pain, his body moving with a primal force. He grunted and groaned as he pushed into you, his hips slapping against you in a ragged rhythm. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered. "You like that, don't you Fräulein?" He said, his voice rough. "You like when I take control?"

You were unable to respond. Out of breath, with eyes rolled back you just panted and whimpered, feeling that he's digging deep into your cervix. Your flat abdomen bulged with each rough, powerful thrust. Your nails reflexively digged into back of his neck drawing blood.

König was grunting loudly, his body moving with a fierce intensity as he took you roughly. He could feel the way your nails dug into his skin, could feel the pain but his mind was solely on you. He could see your face twisted in both pleasure and pain, and he liked that. He could see the bulge of his thick cock with every thrust, your stomach looking like it was going to burst. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your neck as he let out another deep, guttural moan. "You're taking me so well, Fräulein." He growled, his voice rough and ragged.

"Who would have... thought... you're... such a... little slut..." He grunted, his words punctuated by deep, hard thrusts. His hand left your hip and moved to your neck, squeezing it lightly. "Being able to take me so deep... with... so... much... ease..." He said, his voice low and rough. "Like you were made to be used..."

You choked slightly feeling his hand tightening on your throat. You could barely process what was happening. Your mind was fucked into an oblivion. All you could think about was overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure.

König could feel you choking and he knew he had you right where he wanted you. His hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing it even harder. His eyes darkened as he looked at you, his gaze burning with pure, raw desire. "That's right, this is what you wanted, isn't it?" He said, his voice rough, his breath hot against your neck. "To be treated like toy, used like a common whore. You like that, don't you, Fräulein?"

"You can barely... even... think straight..." He growled, his words punctuated by deep, hard thrusts. "Just a little... mindless... cock sleeve..." He said, his voice growing even rougher. "Nothing... but a piece of meat... for me to use up like a... worthless piece of trash..."

König was enjoying this more than he thought he would. The sight of you writhing below him, desperately gasping for air, your body trembling, your expression twisted in both pleasure and pain, it was driving him wild. And the thought of using you like a common whore, was making him harder than he thought was possible. He could feel his climax approaching, the feeling almost overwhelming. "I'm close... so damn close..." He growled, his voice rough and ragged. "And I'm gonna fill you... to the brim... Fräulein..."

"You know... what's... gonna happen... next?" There was something in the way he said it, like an edge to his voice that was almost ominous. But your head was so fuzzy and your thoughts weren't really processing what he had said. You were a mess, your mind foggy with pleasure and pain.

"I'm... gonna pump you... full of... my seed..." He said, his voice rough and low. "And then... I'm gonna... make you walk... back to base... with my... cum... dripping down your thighs..."

You were so far gone you couldn't even process the consequences of filling your little, fertile pussy with his thick seed. You clenched around him reflexively, feeling your climax building fast.

König could feel you clenching around him, and it drove him even crazier. He could feel his climax building as well, his body tense and taut as he neared the edge. "You want me to do it, don't you?" He groaned, his voice rough and ragged. "You want me to... fill you up. Make a mess of you. Knock you up with my seed. And then take you... back to base... still leaking with my thick cum..."

"I know... how fertile you are..." He growled. "You're so... damn hot, and young. A little... minx like you, I bet you'd get... knocked up the very first time..."

"And then you'd have... my kid growing... inside you..." His voice grew softer as he spoke, a hint of possession in his words. "Wouldn't that be... such a beautiful... sight..."

"Seeing you... all swollen with my kid..." He whispered, his face pressed against the side of your neck. "All round and heavy... carrying my little brat..."

His words and the feeling of his breath against your neck sent shivers down your spine, your mind starting to clear momentarily and a sense of panic settling in.

"König... No-" You mumbled hazily, choking slightly from his grip on your throat, but your body decided for you. It did what it was created for. You suddenly climaxed hard around him, arching backwards. All your muscles tensed at once. Your insides spasmed, squeezing hot seed from König's body.

König felt you climax around him and he couldn't hold back any longer. With a guttural grunt, he pulled you onto him, driving himself as deep as he could go as he cummed hard. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his grip on your throat tightening as he spilled himself into you, claiming you in a primal, animalistic way.

"Scheiße...!" he groaned, his body trembling with the force of his own climax.

He held you there for a moment, his breath ragged and heavy against your skin as he came down from the high. He could feel his seed seeping into you, could feel it pooling inside of you. He knew it was risky, but he couldn't bring himself to care. In this moment, you were his and his alone.

"König..." You mumbled tiredly, trying to regain your composure.

König pulled back slightly, his gaze locking onto your face as he looked at you. He could see the exhaustion in your eyes, the way your body was trembling in his grip. He knew you were tired, knew that he had pushed you to your limits.

"What... happened...?" You asked confused.

König smiled softly, his gaze still locked onto your face. He could see the confusion in your eyes, and he knew that you were still struggling to process what had just happened. He leaned in close, his voice low and rough as he replied. "You just had the ride of your life." He said, his words almost a low growl.

"But I'm afraid I'm nowhere near done with you yet."

[nieceeee]

"Look In Your Eyes, Yeah it's dangerous."

Pairing: ony x reader

PS: Ony is trying to figure out exactly who he is dating because the girl he is looking at right now?... he has no clue who you are.

A/N: I was writing and this took on a mind of its own. But...enjoy? lmao. SMUT MINORS DNI, ony x reader

You were a liar.

He didn't want to admit it but it was true. Your entire personality, everything he thought he knew was a lie. Your innocent eyes holding nothing but deceit. He would’ve realized it had he actually paid attention. Instead he got caught up in the allure of you. Your beauty. Your kind nature. How he wish he would’ve seen the signs before now. It was fine when he first met you. The cute little brown skin he met at Barnes and Noble. He was in there shopping for books with his niece and nephew. His sister had begged him to take them to the store so that she could have a few moments of peace and Ony, being the man that he is didn't hesitate to do so. He loved his niece and nephew more than anything. So here he was running behind the younger one as the older one made her way to the young adult aisle. “Aye boy. Chill out. We ina bookstore not a playground.” Ony calls out behind his nephew. His tiny giggle rang out as he turned the corner. Ony shakes his head and speeds up slightly to catch him by the snap on his backpack. “I see now why yo mama keep you on a leash.” he mumbles as he snaps the latch back onto the bag. His nephew attempts to run again but the line tightens causing him to halt. “But uncle Ony.” the little boy whines, lip poked out. “Nope. You had your warning and you didn't listen. 5 minutes on until you can chill. Now come on so I can find your sister.” They walk off down row after row until he sees his niece and right next to her? You. For the first time in his life Ony was in awe. Your beauty captivated him in that very moment. He slows his step as he walks closer. You’re standing next to his niece discussing the book, a pile in each of your arms. “If you loved Legendborn, you will for sure love this series.” you speak softly. Your voice sweet as milk and honey. “Also, I would recommend - Oh.” you are startled when he approaches. He was..

He was fine as fuck. 

Your eyes drink him in. His deep mahogany skin seemingly glistening under the bright fluorescent lights of the store. His lips parted as he stares at you and the first thing on your mind is I know he tastes good. “Uh. Hi. I'm sorry. I’m Y/N. Can I help you find anything?” you ask him. He is still wrapped up in your eyes but manages to respond to your question. “Nah. I'm actually here for my niece.” he says. “Come on Uncle Ony, ten more minutes please?” his niece turns to him, her pleading eyes competing against those of her baby brother. Only knows this is a battle he was going to lose. “Jewel.” he groans but her lip pokes out even more. Dammit. “Fine. Jewjewbee. But only 5 minutes.” he relents. Her bright brace faced smile spread across her face, cheeks squishing the corners of her eyes together. “Thank you Uncle Ony! I’ll even take Malachi.” she says hugging her uncle tightly with ehr free arm before grabbing her brother and rushing off. Only lets out a breath and shakes his head. “You seem like you’re really good with them.” your soft voice speaks as you replace the books on the shelves. “Something like that. Uh, I’m Onyankopon. Ony. It's nice to meet you.” he extends his hand. You take it and it's not hard for him to see just how small it was compared to him. “You come here often? Or is this just a one time thing.’ you ask as he finally releases you. “It can be more as long as you’re here.” he lets out. You press your lips together, heat rising in your body. “Well.” you say stepping up to him. “I guess I’ll see you soon.” you smile before walking past him. It was then that Ony, much to his niece’s delight, became a B&N member and frequent customer.

If only he had known what he was getting himself into then. This could’ve been avoided. All of this. Those sweet innocent eyes that offered him so much. Glistening when you saw him in the store. Shining when he would pick you up on dates. Glossed over as he asked you to be his. All that time that had passed and those eyes told him everything. But these eyes, the ones that are staring at him now. He had never seen these eyes before. Or maybe he had and just wasn’t paying attention. Because those same eyes. Those same fucking eyes were staring in his soul right now. There was no innocence. There was nothing soft about the way your eyes lit flames in his body as he stared up at you. Ony was so fucking confused. How the hell did he get here? The sweet fingers that he held that day now wrapped softly around his neck, pressing into his pulse. 

Those fucking eyes.

Staring into his soul as your hips grind against him, tip kissing your cervix while you move in counterclockwise circles. “Fuck mama, please.” his moans echo in your ears, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. “Does it feel good pa? Tell me it feels good.” You coo as your pussy clenches around him, fingers squeezing a bit tighter. Ony’s eyes roll to the back of his head. How had he missed the signs? Where was the sweet, shy girl he met at the bookstore. The one his niece raves about. The one his nephew adores. Where was the girl who planted soft kisses to his cheek as he dropped her off from dates. Who the fuck was this woman who had his toes curling and fists clenching at his sides. The way you took his dick so effortlessly, dragging multiple orgasms from his body. Your pussy dripping with both your arousals. “Come on pa, talk to me.” you whine, pressing your feet flat into the bed as you bounce up and down on his length. “Yes mamas. You feel so fucking good.” he praises. “Fuck, yes tell me more.” you preen. “Shit baby. You ride that dick so fucking good baby. I'm so proud of you.” his responses are breathless, broken in between groans but he gives you what you’re asking for. “Thank you pa. Fuck, I'm cumming again.” you scream out riding out yet another orgasm. His breath was heavy as you finally slow down, mind still processing everything that happened. Finally, he manages to meet your eyes again. You were back to normal. That innocent look in stark contrast to what you had just done to him. Naked body coated in afterglow, you lean forward and plants a kiss on his lips. 

“You still meeting my family today, right?”