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sykostyles · 2 months

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let you love me 1.0

wc: 3.3k summary: in which y/n is a 26 year old bakery owner and she can't quite get this whole "love" thing right; settling on finding solace in being alone. One day, Jackson Cole: an egotistical, but oh so charismatic professional quarterback comes along and swears he can change her mind.. and for a while he does. nearly two years of breaking down her walls.. but they seem to argue about one thing a lot. y/n's "negativity". she swears she's not trying ro be a pessimist.. it just works out better for her if she keeps her expectations low. But what happens when she meets a handsome stranger, who wants nothing more than to see her smile? Will she push everything away again or will she finally accept the love she deserves? or ; tldr sunshine!harry x grumpy! afab reader part two, three, extra

a/n: firstly, I need to thank @freedomfireflies for being so kind, and accepting, and encouraging.. and so many other wonderful adjectives.. but seriously, thank you for giving me the courage to just take the plunge and write the damn thing. anddd for being my beta reader!! getting mother fireflies' stamp of approval has to mean its worthy for everyone else to see.. right? welcome to my first story! please do tell if you enjoyed! (there will be more to this, I'm working on it now <3)

cw: this story contains suggestive and explicit language, minor descriptions of violence, and verbal abuse. please do not continue if these topics upset you!

You knew you shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up. You weren’t sure why you thought this time would be any different. Because he was somebody? Because he had a title? Or was it because he showed a genuine interest in you? Was it because he made the effort unlike most of your previous partners? You weren’t sure. The only thing you were sure of? This time, it hurt. A lot.

You curse yourself as you walk hastily back to get back to your car at the far end of the parking lot. Jackson had a lot of nerve asking you to bring him his practice bag all the way from your apartment, to then basically dump you in the stadium corridor. As you’re rounding the final corner to finally escape the thickening air in the stadium, you’re completely lost in your thoughts, thinking back to the conversation you had just left behind..

“Hey, baby, thanks for bringing that. Coach was about to have my ass again.” Jackson breathes out as he sees you round the corner near the locker rooms. He takes the bag from your grasp, and places his other hand on the small of your back, pulling you into his front. Your hands instinctively reach for the nape of his neck; nimble fingers tangle in his wet hair at the base.

“Oh, but of course! Who would I be to not close up my shop early, again. Run all the way home to get your bag, again. Run all the way here just to step in and save the day for my big, strong man? Again.” You giggle, leaning up for a kiss.

That’s how it’s always been. Y/N is as sarcastic and as teasing as they come. She explains it as “playful bullying” and swears she doesn’t mean anything by it. She has genuine feelings in there somewhere, but she thinks nobody but her needs to know that. She just chooses to portray her affection in rather questionable ways.. In speaking terms, if she’s not being “mean” to you, she doesn’t like you. But she’s tried so hard to get better at it. She swears.

“Do you really have to do that now?” Jackson asks, tilting his head out of the way, dodging your kiss. You look up at him with shocked eyes.

“Do what? Save your ass? As you so graciously put it.” You say, rolling your eyes, attempting to kiss your boyfriend for a second time.

“No, Y/N, that.” He says, trying to pull from your grasp, rejecting you yet again.

“Jackson, I’m not following. Use your words.” you say, turning his head to force him to keep eye contact.

He wasn’t running from this when you spent forty minutes of your evening bringing him his bag for the umpteenth time in your relationship. Not to mention the possible business you're missing out on by closing early. Again.

“Oh my god, you’re still doing it! You’re talking to me like I’m stupid.” he says, stepping back again, attempting to free himself from your hold.

You stand there, stunned.

“He really is like all the others..” flashes in your mind.

“In what world is me teasing you about bringing you your practice bag, again, insinuating that you’re stupid?” You ask, reaching up to cup his face. “Forgetful? Maybe.” Your thumb making its way across the apple of his cheek

“See, you can't even make one single statement without attacking my character, even when you’re trying to explain yourself.”

“I’m not trying to explain myself, Jackson, I’m trying to understand what you’re talking about. And I’m not attacking your character, Jacky, I’m just teasing you. You know that.”

“You’re always like this. I can’t deal with this right now.” He says, grabbing your wrist, pulling your touch from his face.

“Can’t deal with what? Jackson, I haven’t done anything. Are you having a bad day or something? You were fine this morn– ” You start to say, tugging your wrist from his grasp.

“Just– Go home. I can’t deal with you right now, okay? I have a practice to get to.” He says, turning to walk into the locker room, but is stopped dead in his tracks..

“Jackson Wyatt Cole, you are not just going to walk away from this right now! You can’t just spout this nonsense and then turn into a child when asked to explain yourself. Now, either explain yourself or find someone else to bring you your bag the next time you forget it.” You seethe.

His head ticks to the side before he slowly turns to face you. Seeing the face you’d grown to love over the last nearly two years shouldn’t scare you, but in this moment you did not recognize him.

“You have got to be the definition of ungrateful.” Oh, he wants to do this now?

“For the greater part of two years I have given you everything and you still think you can talk to me like that?” Jackson starts to raise his voice, noticing the growing audience in the locker room hallway, and the curious gazes from all directions. Please don’t do this now..

“You’re always so mean to me. You know that?” I swear I don’t mean to be..

“You make me question every choice I make.” I’m just an overthinker, I don’t mean anything by it..

“Even the other girlfriends and wives ask how I deal with your attitude." Okay, ouch.

“You don’t think before you speak, it makes you look so rude.” That one’s true.. I’m trying, I promise..

“You’re so unbelievably condescending when someone tries to make friends with you.” I’m sorry.. I swear I don't mean anything by it..

“You think you’re right in every instance, including now. You could have just given me my bag, gotten a kiss and been on your way. But no, you’re here, holding me up, by being a right bitch. So, maybe I should find someone else, because all I can see right now is someone I’m not sure I want to waste my time and effort on anymore.” Okay.. wow. Um. Alright.. Lay it all out in front of your teammates, why don’t you?

You just let him sit there and berate you. Like a child.

That was it. He’d broken through that exterior. That rock solid exterior that you’d spend years building up. It all came tumbling down with just a few words from someone you thought you loved; someone you thought finally loved you. This is what it always came down to when you argued; your inability to see how great things were around you, always settling on the negative sides of things. Always responding with snarky comments, never meeting anyone elses enthusiasm, etc. Normally, you’d be able to hold your own and fight back, but he was using your insecurities and anxieties against you, with an audience nonetheless! How did harmless teasing turn into this?

“I’m.. s-sorry, Jacky.” You finally choked out, tears threatening to spill over. You wanted to stand here and keep arguing. “I’m not any of those things!” You want to yell. But deep down, you know that you are. Not by your own choice though. Through years of failed relationships and tainted family ties, you had become this person. You became this angry, pessimistic, shell of a girl who really only wanted to love, and to be loved, but you had no idea how to really do either of those things.

You never intended to turn out this way; it just happened.

And it just makes it easier in situations like this..

Right?

“Go home, Y/N. We’ll talk later.’ Jackson sighs, leaving you in the corridor.

Rounding that corner in the parking lot, you don’t even spare a glance and end up walking right into the broad chest of a man. Hands reach up and grasp your shoulders, keeping you from toppling over. Your hands shoot up, grabbing the lapels of his jacket.

“Woah there, love. I gotcha.” you hear.

Looking up, you’re met with the loveliest emerald eyes you’d ever seen. A smile, that should be illegal to be that bright.. And the jawline? Don’t even get me started! But, with your current state, you couldn’t have cared less in that moment what he looked like.

You slowly straightened up, dropping your grasp on his jacket.

“Sorry.” you stated, your eyes looking anywhere but his face. “You can let go now.”

“My apologies, Love.” The man says, letting his hold on your shoulders go. He studies you for a moment, glancing over the features of your face. Taking in your flushed cheeks, teary and swollen eyes, and your all but quivering bottom lip.

You roll your eyes at his use of the moniker again.

“Don’t call me that.” You mutter, glancing around, noticing the band of guys trailing behind this stranger.

He chuckles, “Well, what should I call you? M’ Harry, by the way.” He asks, reaching inside his jacket, he grabs a tissue and holds it out towards you.

“Does it matter?” You bite out, ignoring his gesture. “I’m kind of in a hurry, here. So if you don’t mind.” You say, starting to walk around him. “This is exactly what Jackson was talking about.” you think to yourself.

But you deter none, and continue your journey to your car. Once inside, the tears just flow.

Jackson was supposed to be different. He’s the one who sought you out after all.

He met you when he was picking up a cake his dad ordered for his mothers birthday.

He was smitten ever since.

Made all the efforts to make you feel special. Stopped in your bakery every single day to bring you coffee from your favorite shop down the street. Flowers were delivered constantly; especially since you mentioned that yellow tulips were your favorite.

“I don’t really date anymore.” You admitted when he’d asked you to let him take you out for the thousandth time.

“Too many bad experiences?” He questions.

“Yeah, you could say that.” You frowned, thinking back on a few of them.

Eventually, he slowly started to break down your walls and swore he’d change your mind. Even went so far as to listen to your worries and promised to face them with you..

But here he was, using them against you; just like everyone else did.

What you didn’t know, the moment you were out of sight, the man that you had left standing there turned to his assistant on his right,

“Ryan, was that the woman arguing with Cole?”

“Indeed, sir. Would you like her banned from stadium grounds for speaking to you like that?” Ryan asks, pulling his phone from his jacket.

“On the contrary, Ryan.” I intend to put a smile back on her face. “Please, get me her information.”

“Right away, Mr. Styles.”

Getting back to your apartment was a task in and of itself, considering it's hard to see when you’re bawling your eyes out. Walking in, you’re immediately met with the dread of Jackson eventually coming home.

You shed yourself of your jacket, and set your keys down on the counter. Glancing around the kitchen, you stop your gaze on the vase of flowers that was delivered to you just two mornings ago. Approaching the counter, you pick up the card stuck to the front of the vase.

“Saw these and thought of you. Hope they brighten your day a little. Have a great day, my love. -Jackson”

What had happened in the last two days?

What had happened since this morning?

You sat there immediately picking apart every interaction you’ve had with him over the time span.. You thought everything was fine. He usually loved your playful banter. He never complained before about your snide tongue when it came to him. He claimed it was one of his favorite things about you..

What changed since this morning?

“Okay, tough guy, I get it, you’re the boss.” You chuckle, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. Although you don’t make it very far before you’re tugged right back down, being caged in by the man above you, sending you into a fit of giggles

“Oh, princess, I don't think you do.” Jackson says, sliding his hand up your side before settling on the side of your neck.

“Princess? Wouldn’t that mean you’d have to be a prince?”

“Does that bother you?” He questions.

“Well, considering you’re more of a frog than a prince, I don’t think it’s very accurate”

“What did you just call me?” He asks, wrapping his fingers lightly around the front of your throat. A sly smile forms on his face at the feeling of your breath hitching beneath his fingertips.

“A frog. Do you want me to spell it for you, baby?” You quip, smirking as you feel him increase the pressure on the sides of your throat.

“You’re going to forget how to spell your own name by the time I'm done with you, brat.”

“Mm, is that a threat or a promise, tough guy?” You challenge, reaching up to tangle your hands in his hair.

“I’ll let you decide, princess.” He says, claiming your lips in a searing kiss.

Normally he could go back and forth with you without a thought. Did he not find it playful anymore? Was he repulsed by you now? Did he really want to find someone else?

He was fine this morning!

You were driving yourself crazy. You weren’t sure you wanted to fight anymore. Not just fight with him, but fight for him. You sat back and thought more about what exactly he’d said to you. “Even the other wives and girlfriends ask how I deal with your attitude.”

So were you the topic of conversation a lot? Was your inability to act like the other (mostly) fake girlfriends and wives a problem?

Were you really that big of a problem?

You knew you could be a handful, but you never thought it would be like this.

Luckily for you, your bakery still has an apartment unit upstairs. Your old bed was currently calling your name, so, you made a drastic decision at that moment and you were going to stick to it.

You were going to remove yourself from the situation before it could get turned into anything else. It was time to run. Not that you were going to run far, just away from whatever this was turning into, no matter how much it hurt in this moment

Eventually, you stood and walked to your shared bedroom. You grabbed your carry-on suitcase, which was always packed for the times you were given no notice about accompanying Jackson to an away game, and you retreated back into the living room.

You grabbed a notebook and a pen from Jackson’s office, and had a seat at the kitchen island. Just as you were about to start writing what you were thinking, the front door swung open and in walked Jackson.

“H-hey.” you squeaked out, dropping your pen on the counter.

“Mm, hey.” he responds, dropping his bag on the counter next to you. He walks towards the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and walking back to be across from you at the island.

“What’s that?” he asks, nodding his chin towards the open notebook in front of you, seeing “Jackson,” written at the top. “You writing me an apology letter?”

You scoffed, “I’m sorry?”

“Well that’s a start. Keep going.” He grins.

“I’m not, that’s no-“ you start, but his anger bubbles over and he’s already interrupting you, waving his hand in the air to silence you.

“You’re going to sit there and tell me that you’re not going to apologize to me? For causing a scene in front of my teammates? In front of Coach? The owner? The other girlfriends?”

“Is that what this is about? What other people think of me? You’re always bringing up what the other girlfriends think.” Tears begin welling in the corners of your eyes, once again.

It is true that you’re nothing like the other girlfriends and wives of the players. Most of them are that cookie cutter, instagram influencer type. Meanwhile, your instagram is full of cakes, and cookies, and other endless pastries. The ones you spend 70% of your life perfecting to sell in your bakery. So what you tend you keep to yourself? It’s better than hanging around the Brittany’s and the Madison’s (no hate, ya'lls names just got a bad rep) all the time and hearing gossip about people you don’t know, or care about. You keep it curtly polite in public and mind your business in private. What’s so wrong with that?

“Some of them think you’re rude.”

“Some of them need to get a sense of humor.” You mumble, fidgeting in your seat.

“This is exactly what I’m talking about. You have no idea how irritating you are. It’s like you constantly have to have the last word.” He all but yells, pointer finger in your face. “And don’t get me started on the constant need for reassurance. You have no idea how exhausting that is. You’re just so.. negat-“

“That’s enough. You’re actually insane.” You interrupted, standing to leave.

He was just trying to dig the knife in at this point. The thoughts of the argument in the stadium corridor long gone.

Jackson notices your carry-on settled by your feet. “What’re you doing with that?” he asks, standing from his seat.

“Isn’t it obvious?” you say, grabbing the handle “You said yourself you thought finding someone else was a good idea, so i’m doing the hard part for you. Now you can go get one of those other professional girlfriends that you seem to want so bad.”

With every word you said, he slowly got closer to you, each word irritating him further. Once he reaches you, his hands grip your shoulders, spinning you to face him.

“I don’t know where you seem to get off,” he starts, grasping your chin in a firm hold, “but this attitude of yours stops today. Do I make myself clear? I’ve given you everything. The least you could do is act a little grateful.” He states, dropping his hold on your chin. He maneuvers himself around you, grabbing the handle of your carry-on, but you don’t let go.

“I’m through being talked to this way.” You say, yanking your carry-on towards you. “You knew how I was from the beginning. If you didn’t like the way I was, you shouldn’t have pursued me.”

“You don’t have anywhere to go. You’re too.. rough to be loved by anyone else. I’m the best thing you’ve got.” He says pulling the suitcase back towards him. “I’ll just have to shape you into the person you should be.”

You’re just having a full on tug of war game at this point. “Do you even hear yourself? The person I should be? What is that supposed to mean?”

“More.. obedient. You constantly embarrass me with your attitude in front of people. Important people, might I add.”

“Jackson, you really are insane. You think that just because you’re some big shot quarterback that you have any right to treat me this way?”

“Treat you what way? The same way you treat me?” He sneers, moving closer to tower over you.

“If you think me teasing you about forgetting your fucking practice bag all the time is the same as using my genuine fears and anxieties against me then you really are insane. Keep the suitcase then.” You say, letting go as he’s pulling it again.

You’d find a way to replace everything you’d be leaving behind.

“If you walk out that door, you’re done; we’re done.” Jackson says as he’s hot on your trail.

“Is that a promise?” You ask before slamming the door behind you.

You were startled by the sound of shattering glass. Knowing Jackson, he’d just sent the vase of flowers that adorned the counter straight into the door as you slammed it shut.

Assuming this, only solidified your decision further.

You were done.

With relationships.

For good.

Right?

a/n 2.0: thank you for reading this far! I honestly can't believe all of these words came from the thing inside my skull! I swear that thing is broken more often than not.. but seriously! thank you for reading! please go give my dear @freedomfireflies some love from me as well <3

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roseykat · 6 months

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TITLE: Table Manners and Bible Studies

PAIRING: Jeongin x reader

SUMMARY: Jeongin, a churchgoer who is also a very sexual person, likes to immerse both you and himself in the realm of sensory play, among other things as well.

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate every single interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work or page whatsoever.

TAGS: themes of BDSM centred around sensory play, soft dom Jeongin, explicit language, use of ice cubes, body-safe hot candle wax, a feather, blindfold, safe and consensual play, nipple stimulated orgasm, mentions of religion (no specific religion is being mentioned here but the concept is that Jeongin is religious for the purposes of this work).

MASTERLIST

He goes to church. That’s all you know about one of the guys in your class who always dresses well, dons cute glasses and seems well put together. He’s an intriguing one among the masses of students that attend and even with the volume of people, he still stood out to you even if he was quiet.

However, it was never in your interest to approach a guy like him. He and his four friends, all from the same church, seemed relatively lovely and all kept to themselves. From your perspective, it appeared as if two of the girls really liked him. If they did, you don’t blame them. Whoever he was seemed to be sweet.

“Still eyeing him up?” Your friend Minho pokes you in the ribs with his finger, lulling you out of your thoughts.

“I’m not eyeing him up,” you snap defensively, averting your stare away from his group to refocus on your lunch with him.

“Just say he’s hot,” he encourages. “If I’m willing to admit it, then you should.”

“You think he’s hot?”

“And you don’t?” He questions back, almost offended that you didn’t assume otherwise.

“I suppose that means something coming from a whore such as yourself,” you remember with a sigh.

Minho nods in agreement with your statement, “and as a whore, I’m telling you he’s hot. So why not go for him?”

“That’s not who I want though,” you say to him.

A cackle nearly breaks out from his mouth, “that’s right. So how is the hunt for one of those dom boyfriends going anyway? Isn’t that the type you’re looking for?”

“He doesn’t have to be, but it would help significantly,” you answer truthfully. “I just think that would be the best way to get my foot in the door for getting into BDSM.”

“I seriously don’t know where you got that idea from, but you don’t need to go searching for a boyfriend who’s into BDSM to get into it,” Minho truthfully informs you. “There are sites and apps where you can connect to doms and go from there. But if you do, don’t just jump at the first dom that you see. Always do background checks.”

You sometimes forget that Minho himself is in the BDSM scene. He has been for a while and for as long as you’ve known him, you’ve always been interested in what he does. From his stories, they sound exciting and riveting; exactly the kind of thing you want to try out to make your sexual life a little more lively.

“I know that,” you whine. “If not that, then I don’t really know where to begin.”

“Well, we all start somewhere,” he says with a hint of optimism. “Since you’re interested still, there’s a BDSM convention at the end of this week. If you want to get your foot in the door with it, I reckon you should go.”

“A convention?” You ask with intruigue. “What do they host there?”

“They’re there to promote safe BDSM to people and have a variety of pop up stores on site that sell anything related to it,” he answers. “I’m supposed to be going but, I’ve got something else on at the same time. In fact you can have my concession.”

“Are you sure?” You ask.

“Yeah, it’s already printed off,” he says. “I’ll give it to you on Thursday.”

It was a good idea at first, but come the day of the event, your nerves were shot. It was your first time being surrounded by anything like this. Particularly by yourself. It was a bit stereotypical to assume that the convention was run something along the lines of seeing naked people tied up, some in cages, or live scenes taking place in front of crowds.

That wasn’t the case at all. It was almost like a niche grocery store where the locals gather to buy homegrown fruit and veggies. Some part of that concept helped calm a few nerves.

Once you receive your concession band, you start around the front area of the pop-up stores. People were lining up to see demonstrations of shibari methods and most were interested in buying a series of items for the bedroom.

They were all displayed like sea creatures at a fish market, waiting to be bought. From cattail butt plugs, clover nipple clamps, juicy erotica novels - one of which you picked up - lengths of different coloured ropes, wooden floggers, riding crops, and so much more.

Away from all the chaos at the stalls was an area called BDSMC; BDSM and coffee. It was a way to set people up with potential doms and or subs. Each individual looking for a buddy would order a coffee or drink with a green cup that had either letter on it; D for dom or S for sub. Red cups were exclusively 'do not approach' because the person either didn’t want to engage or they may already have a partner and are just there for some good coffee.

It was an awesome set-up and had you thinking about heading over to maybe find someone who would be interested. However, you stored away that thought as you continued to have a look around.

One thing that was painfully obvious to you was the fact that people weren’t there by themselves. They were either there with a group or their partner, making you feel even more out of place and slightly overwhelmed. But you weren’t going to tap out early. Minho gave you his ticket not only because he couldn’t attend, but also because he wants you to experience what you’re looking for, for yourself.

So you scour out the stores under the guise of your own interest, coming across a few which struck that interest. There was one store tailored specifically to pain play, a heavy aspect of BDSM. Another stall had all to do with sexual health, consent and BDSM - not necessarily selling anything, but just there to answer any questions that people may have.

One place had caught you attention, a store all to do with sensory play and deprivation - a term in which you’ve came across within the realm of research into BDSM.

In nicely orgasnised lines were individual packets of silk blindfolds in a variety of different colours. There were boxes of body safe candles, most likely for temperature play, noise cancelling headphones, sleek metal handcuffs, and other items that had you wondering how they work.

“Hello, anything I can help you with or just browsing today?” One of the shop owners approaches you from behind the table.

“Oh, just browsing thank you,” you reply back to her.

“No worries, let me know if you need anything,” she smiles back at you and walks down to the other end of the long table.

“Hello, do you have any of these in black?” A person beside you asks to another store keeper.

Out of sheer interest, you briefly look up at the person just as an unspoken social acknowledgement while the owner tends to their new customer. But to your absolute shock and surprise, the person enquiring happened to be someone very familiar.

The jet black hair, distinct glasses, the trendy casual outfit...

…there was no way.

“We should do. I’ll have a look around in some of our storage containers just behind the back for you,” she says helpfully.

“Thank you,” the customer responds.

It was definitely him, and whilst your eyes had been glued to his presence for such a long time, his gaze catches onto it.

“Hey,” he spoke in a mousey volume.

You stall in your step a bit just as you were about to walk away to remain unknown, but the angelic purity in the tone of his voice lulled you back. You’d feel bad if you didn’t greet him too.

“Hey,” you say to him awkwardly. “How are you?”

“I’m good thank you, yourself?” He asks back.

“Yeah, good thanks. I know you, sort of. Aren’t you in my class?”

It was a useless question to ask considering you’ve spent too many times looking at him to know that it’s definitely him. That distinct soft expression couldn’t pass you by. The only thing different is that he wasn't swarmed by his usual collective of friends.

A small smile spreads on his face, “yeah. I’ve seen you here and there. You usually sit close to the front.”

“That’s right,” you nod, bewildered that he knows who you are and where you sit during class. “So…what brings you…here of all places?”

Jeongin shrugs with a smile, “interest. You?”

You nod, “also interest.”

The lady pops back from behind the screen with some items, “you might be out of luck. We’ve only got grey and white left but there’s a couples' one for you and your partner here.”

Your mind stutters upon hearing those words come out of the lady’s mouth, “oh he’s not - we’re not-“

“What about any more of these? Preferably in black as well?” Jeongin picks up a baby pink coloured blindfold and presents it to the woman. He seemed to have saved that awkward statement yet wasn’t entirely effected by it as you were.

“I’ll have a look around the back again and see if we’ve got anything,” she says, quickly rushing off.

“Sorry about that,” he says apologetically to her.

He was as nice as he looked. Almost like a gentle, placid puppy which makes you wonder, how is someone like him at one of these conventions. Specifically, someone who is quite religious. You didn’t want to judge right away, but that was the preface of your observation.

“I take it you’ve never been to one of these before,” he points out as he waits.

Your shoulders relax defeatedly, someone had finally ripped down your facade, “can you tell?”

“Just a little bit,” he grins. “But props to you for coming here on your own by the looks of it.”

“A friend of mine recommended I go so I thought I should,” you respond, eyeing up some of the other products.

He nods engagingly, “really? Why did they recommend it to you if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Just…looking to get into BDSM,” you reply honestly, feeling comfortable enough to talk to him about this. Plus there was no point in hiding your intentions given where you are now. “He said I should go to one of these events, check out the stores, and see how some of this stuff works I suppose.”

The lady returns from the back with exactly what he requested while also picking up a few extra things before paying for the lot. Your attention fixates on those items, wondering who he uses them on; a pyrex glass dildo, one tube of strawberries and cream flavoured lube, and also a ball gag

Whoever his partner is must be lucky.

The shopkeeper bags all of the items he paid for in a discrete bag before he thanks her.

“That's a good step, but if you’re a beginner, it’d be best for you to start out small,” he advises just an idea suddenly strikes him. He wonders for a second about whether or not it’s appropriate to ask, but he considers your circumstances and why you’re even here.

“I figured that. No point in me diving right into the deep end when I can’t swim yet,” you agree.

“You know, because we’re both here, we should get together sometime so we can talk about these kinds of things. I could show you how all of these work too if you want,” he pitches his suggestion to you, holding up the bag of things that he just purchased.

You stare up at him, utterly bewildered, “wait, are you serious?”

“Only if you are, otherwise-“

“No!” You cut him off. “I mean, yes - yes I am serious. It’s just, I was shocked that you even asked me.”

He stifles a chuckle as a reaction to you being so oddly yet unforceably cute, “alright then. I’ll give you my number. I’m Jeongin by the way.”

“Jeongin, okay. I’m Y/N.”

It was nice to finally put a name to a handsome face. Jeongin, who was as unsuspecting as the come, had exchanged numbers with you before you both departed. He left you wondering so much more about his personality and particularly his interests with BDSM. It even made you forget to text Minho to tell him how well the convention went.

Right before you decided that you were going to ring him, a text came through to you from Jeongin.

To you from Jeongin: ‘Hey Y/N, it’s Jeongin. It was nice meeting you the other day. I was wondering if you wanted to catch up over coffee to talk and get to know each other more. If so, when are you free?’

You to Jeongin: ‘Hey Jeongin, it was nice meeting you as well. I’m free in the afternoons throughout the week. We could go for coffee on campus after class if it’s not too far?’

Jeongin to You: ‘Nope, that’s perfect. Shall we say Monday straight after? We can head there together.’

You to Jeongin: ‘Sounds good to me. See you then.’

Jeongin to You: ‘Yup! :)’

With those responses from him in mind, it made looking forward to Monday a little more palatable. Usually, it’s hectic with quizzes, tonnes of readings, and a boring two hour lecture. Meeting up with Jeongin meant you had something to look forward to after class.

Just as the lecture comes to an end, you look back to the middle row of seats in the centre section of the room as you pack up your things and see Jeongin waving out to you. You wave back, acknowledging that you’ve seen him and watch him say bye to his friends before he makes his way down to you. A couple of them seemed rather puzzled that he was leaving them, but nonetheless, they let him be.

“Hey Y/N,” he says to you, walking down the steps. “What did you think of that?”

“Boring as per,” you groan. “It made me want to sleep.”

Jeongin laughed, “shall we go before you fall asleep then?”

The pair of you exited the theatre together and headed to one of the nearby cafes on campus. Normally teeming with hungry students, the venue wasn’t as packed as it usually is from the help of classes that run through into lunch. It meant that you and Jeongin were able to receive your drinks relatively quickly in order to sit down and start talking.

“How was your weekend?” He asks you.

You finish bringing your drink down from your lips, “not as exciting as I wished it had been. Mainly just catching up on some of the online work that we were meant to do.”

Jeongin is shaking his head but silently agreeing with you, “I don’t know why they bother giving us tasks to do online.”

“I suppose to make us suffer even more,” you guess.

“I think you might be right, and since it’s worth credit, we have no choice,” he snickers. “But anyway, on a completely different note, what did you think of your first BDSM event?”

“Not as daunting as I was expecting it to be,” you answer honestly. “It was pretty pleasant, to say the least, and the people I met were really nice.”

“That’s good to know,” Jeongin nods. “Usually I hear of beginners who get too overwhelmed and never come back. It’s a shame really because they only see the tip of the iceberg.”

“Do you normally attend those events?” You ask him, still immensely intrigued that he even went in the first place.

“Only when I can,” he responds. “Most of the time, classes and other stuff get in the way, but I’ve found a balance now. What made you want to get into BDSM anyway?”

“A friend of mine is well into that space and I always hear him talking about it. Since then it’s always interested me, so I started doing some research about it,” you answer. “It was the same person who told me to go to that event.”

“Smart choice for doing your research, not many people do and just head straight into something they don’t know,” Jeongin mentally applauds you. “It can turn out to be a really good or really terrible experience for beginners.”

“Yeah, he warned me about that,” you chuckle, just thinking of Minho and what he’s said to you in the past. “What about you? How did you get into BDSM? Sounds like you’re already in that space.”

“I am. I’ve been in it for four years, since the start of my degree,” Jeongin confirms adjusting his black glasses. “I got into it just by interest as well - similar to you, except, I didn’t have the pleasure of knowing someone who was already part of this space so some things I had to learn the hard way.”

“Then I take it that you’re relatively experienced then,” you respond, inferring an assumption already.

Jeongin smiles shyly, almost like he’s somewhat embarrassed by your comment, “you could say that. Is it right to assume that you’re looking for someone to do scenes with?”

You give a nod, “yes. Just…didn’t know who with.”

“That fits then; given that I have some experience and you haven’t yet, then maybe we do a trial, see if we click, those sorts of aspects. What do you think about that?” He asks you.

An excitement thumps against your chest, “I think that’s a good idea.”

“Yeah?” He replies with optimism. “Then if it’s okay with you, do you maybe want to talk about some of your kinks and things that you don’t like and organise a time and place for our first scene?”

“I’d love to.”

Both you and Jeongin brought a lot of ideas to the table, conducting a healthy discussion about what you’re both into and not. Although he openly stated to you that he mainly presents himself as a dom, he was open to switching too. However, for the purpose of getting you into the swing of BDSM, it would be best for him to take the reins.

So with a little more talking, you both came up with a set date and time for the first scene which was to be at Jeongin’s place; not too far from campus. All the information and the logistics leading up to the scene were slightly nerve-wracking but didn’t match your level of excitement.

Considering your inexperience with BDSM, Jeongin had to factor in what would be the best method of easing you into things. Sensory play was the one thing that came to mind. It’s not too extreme, can involve some restraints, and can act as a good stepping stone for a BDSM beginner.

“It’s a good way to start off,” Jeongin said to you back at the cafe. “If it’s just sensory play only, people don’t usually climax from it. But if there’s some sort of sexual penetration that’s involved, then most likely. I don’t do the latter.”

“Still sounds like fun,” you replied.

“It is. I can deprive you of one or more of your senses which will only enhance the other.”

His way of describing the basics of sensory play could’ve easily put you to sleep – not because it was boring, but because his voice was so silky smooth that you could listen to it all day. The fact that he has so much knowledge about a subject was strangely erotic.

With your mind cleared in preparation for the scene, Jeongin flicks you a text an hour beforehand to see if you are still keen. He definitely knows that you are, but it’s also to cover his end as a dom to ensure that you know that you can pull out of the scene before it starts.

To You from Jeongin: Hey Y/N, still on for tonight?

From you to Jeongin: ‘Hey! Absolutely, I’ll text you when I’m at yours?’

To You from Jeongin: ‘I’ll look forward to it.’

Even if you didn’t want to go through with it tonight, Jeongin would be okay with that. For whatever reason why you would say no, he’s happy that you would feel safe to refuse. But never in your wildest dreams would you ever think of refusing, because as soon as it was time to leave, there was no doubt in your mind that you would turn back.

You had showered and packed a bag with a towel, extra clothes in case, a water bottle, and some snacks. If anyone were to come up to you and look into your duffle, their only thought would be that you’re heading to a gym nearby, not heading to your first BDSM scene. It was a nice little secret to have.

As you arrive on the street of Jeongin’s apartment, you text him to say that you’re nearly there and knock on the door once you’ve officially made it.

“Hey,” he greets with his smiley usual self. “Come in.”

“Hey,” you respond, looking around as you step in.

It was rather spacious which is usually not generous with student accommodation. Normally it’s one room cramped with a desk, chair, inadequate storage underneath the single bed and a community bathroom down the hall. By the looks of it, Jeongin had all this space to himself including a small bathroom and mini kitchenette area.

“Wow, you got lucky with student housing around here.”

“Can’t stress the word ‘lucky’ enough,” Jeongin emphasises, closing the door behind you as you take your shoes off. “Took me about four months last year just to apply for a viewing. But after living in shared accommodation on campus, I needed my own space.”

“Fair enough,” you say. “Some student spaces are lucky enough to have wallpaper. But anyway.”

“Would you like something to eat or drink?” He offers. “I bought food earlier on.”

“No it’s okay thank you, I made sure to have some water and food before the scene,” you politely refuse.

“Okay, good,” Jeongin nods, impressed even. Those who forget to eat before a scene will often find that their energy depletes faster, rendering them unable to continue or even worse, it could go hand in hand with a sub drop. “Then in that case, shall we get started?”

Your stomach flips excitedly, “sounds good to me.”

Jeongin does the honours of leading you to his bedroom. It’s adorned with a minimalistic aesthetic and beautiful muted tones. There’s a decent queen-sized bed centred back against the wall. Laid on top of its surface is a black cardboard box and a set of black restraints right beside it in contrast with the white fitted duvet. Flickering on the bedside table burned a red candle.

From what you could gather, it was most likely for wax play, but it smelt amazing. Almost a woody with a tinge of floral essence to it that filled his room.

“We can start the scene by taking your clothes off and I’ll get these restraints ready, okay?” Jeongin suggests to you.

“Okay.”

He steps over towards the mattress, picking up the long restraints. Only two – one for each of your wrists that he was going to link to the bedposts. He secures the ends of them in place while you strip yourself down to your bra and underwear. You fold them over your arms as Jeongin returns to carefully take them from you and places them on his chair in the corner of the room.

He comes back once he’s done, eyeing up your body. It’s not that he meant to gawk or observe you per se, but he was in fact silently appreciating your body. He could only just hide the fact that he’s very taken with how you look and the way you pull off a simple black bra and underwear set.

It wasn’t lingerie, but they were intricated pieces. Jeongin seems to be aware of that when you feel him delicately glide his fingertips down the straps of your bra from behind while you stare into his mirror on the wall.

“This is is pretty,” he says.

You swallow quietly, content with his observation, “yeah?”

“Yes, but unfortunately I need it off for this scene. Is that okay with you?” He asks.

“That’s okay,” you reply clearly.

“Okay then, what’s your colour?”

“Green.”

With your given consent in mind, Jeongin works behind your back to unclasp your bra and places it with the rest of your clothes. It’s not an awkward moment for either of you given that it was nothing in comparison to the things he had planned for you.

“Beautiful,” he comments, his eyes lingering for a few seconds too long in the mirror. Your cheeks instantly become hotter, hoping Jeongin can just hurry up and put the blindfold over your eyes so you don’t have to look at him. “Let’s move to the bed. I’ll get you to lie down so I can put the restraints on your wrists.”

On his instruction, you make your way over to his bed after he moves the black box to the nightstand. You sit down on the mattress edge and prop your legs up until you’re able to lie down flat with your head on his pillow.

Jeongin slightly manoeuvres each of your arms before strapping your wrists into the restraints and for a couple of seconds there, you’re in your own mind. It still baffles you that you struck gold with Jeongin by absolute chance. Not to mention he’s the same person who attends church and goes to bible studies and is the same person who’s tying you to his bed.

“Not too tight?” He checks in with you.

“Nope, that’s fine,” you reply.

Jeongin takes the lid off of the box on the side and takes out the silk black blindfold he purchased from the convention the other day, “okay, I’m going to place the blindfold over your eyes now.”

You nod as total darkness shields you from the predictable. Now you can’t see what’s coming next. The excitement and anticipation hinder all nervousness you’ve been feeling while Jeongin takes a moment to appreciate the state that you’re in. It’s not often for him to be so taken with a person to the point where he just about forgets what he’s doing.

Only then does he realise that he’s in a scene and needs to refocus.

Once he’s content with everything, he decides to move on, “now we can start.”

He goes back to the box, careful not to make too much sound so that you can’t grasp a hint of what might be inside. The first item he picks up is a long, spindly black feather. It’s simple yet very effective, responsible for creating that ticklish sensation when he dances it lightly and softly along your skin. On its first contact, your nerves try to anticipate where Jeongin will take the feather next, but their guesses come up short when he uses it somewhere else.

The feather glides from the base of your throat, downwards and in between your tits. Jeongin then uses it to delicately lick over your nipple, making you keen slightly to one side. You can’t help but suppress a moan by biting down on your lip. It shouldn’t feel this good too early, but you can’t help your body’s natural reaction to the feather that leaves tingles in your muscles throughout its wake.

The smile on Jeongin’s face indicates that he’s enjoying watching you squirm and quietly whimper, still teasing you with the black plume. He drags it from the tips of your toes, up your shin, and right over your clothed pussy, making you press your head back into the pillow.

Jeongin makes a mental note of that reaction and smirks. To him, those small effects of what he’s doing to your body with only a feather, make him wonder how sensitive you really are. But it’s not his whole desire to spend too much time with it and proceeds to move on to something else; the hot wax.

After placing the previous item in the box, Jeongin swaps it for the candle. The catcher has collected a substantial amount of wax at the bottom which will allow him to pour the majority of it out before it starts to solidify. But Jeongin stalls for a moment as he tries to make up his mind on where to pour first.

In his opinion, he wants to cover all the sensitive parts that you’ll let him. Your tits, collarbone, throat, tummy, wherever. Eventually, however, he knows he’ll get to those places. So he starts with your tummy, watching the hot wax drip and dribble onto your skin, hardening as it makes contact.

A gasp is forced out of your mouth, “s-shit-“

“Too hot?” Jeongin asks you, pulling back the candle before he goes to pour again.

“N-No,” you shake your head fervently. “J-Just wasn’t expecting-"

Jeongin pours a steady line of wax in between your tits, prying your mouth open for slightly quiet yet strained moans to roll from the base of your throat.

He expects you to have some sort of reaction to the hot wax, but not like this. Usually, people try to escape from the head, some swear like sailors, and others might scream or yelp. You on the other hand…it makes him wonder if you’re a masochist with the way you’re moaning from the slight pain.

Nonetheless, he drips more wax, this time down your abdomen, forcing you to purse your lips to suppress any sound.

Despite the temperature of the thick content, your brain, for whatever reason, deduces it as a good sensation rather than a bad one. It does burn a bit, but not to the point where you feel like you need to call for a break. That feeling when it settles into the skin where it’s magnificent and warm is too good to pass up, allowing you to keep going.

With the session barely in full swing, you’re trying to keep it together for Jeongin so that hopefully he’d invite you back for another. Yet, within the second you even start thinking about that, Jeongin pours some of the wax, just about the line of your underwear, making you tug hard on the restraints.

“Fuck – oh my god,” you groan, feeling the heat emulsify within your lower half. It spreads beautifully, just where you want it. “That feels…”

“Good?” Jeongin asks, making your back arch slightly when he drips more wax from your sternum to just above your belly button. There are some areas that he won’t cover with the wax since he wants enough sensitive space for the next part of the scene.

“Y-Yes.”

Since Jeongin has some verbal confirmation from you that the heat feels good, his indication of pinning you for being a masochist grows stronger. It’s not abnormal, but it’s rare. Not everyone is a fan of pain and some even find it confusing when it’s applied in the bedroom.

That’s not Jeongin though. He appreciates pain and pleasure in a controlled environment. In saying that, he cannot make a full observation of whether or not you’re a full-blown masochist. He’d need to actually ask you first and run other ‘tests’ to achieve a result.

In light of the pain, Jeongin makes use of the little wax he has left, steadily pouring it onto the underside of your tits – close to where you want it. When there’s no content left at the bottom of the catcher, he moves on once more. This time, to a completely opposite temperature.

He sets the candle back down on the nightstand, leaving it to continue burning so that the aroma fills the room rather than smoke if he were to blow it out. You then hear his footsteps shuffling around to the other side of the bed, making you wonder what it is that he’s doing. But despite tuning your ears into his every movement, Jeongin makes sure to be as careful as he can to ensure that you don’t know what’s coming next.

The one thing that you hadn’t noticed in his room the second you walked in was a mini tin bucket of ice cubes on the other side of his bed. He gave away zero hints towards his next move, so when he quietly picked up one of the cubes and immediately placed it just above your tits, you suck in a huge gasp.

“Geez, I wasn’t ready,” you sigh out some of the anticipation that’s building inside of you.

Jeongin smiles, “good.”

The areas of your body that are free from the hardened wax allow him to glide the ice cube gently over your skin. The temperature in comparison to the wax is electrifying, more so than what you ever would have anticipated – had you known it was coming.

Jeongin watches the ice cubes melt from your body heat, seeing the droplets of water pool for a second and run down your sides. When the first cube has melted down completely, Jeongin picks up another. This time, he drags it slowly above the band of your underwear again.

“Mm! Fuck…” you exclaim loudly, trying to conduct the sensation when it only just builds. “S-Sorry.”

“You’re okay,” Jeongin reassures you.

He then brings the ice cube up to one of your nipples, causing you to arch your back and tug on the restraints simultaneously as a sharp gasp leaves your mouth. The corners of Jeongin’s mouth perk up at your reaction. He doesn’t want to be too predictable and switch to your other nipple. Instead, he manages to pick up another ice cube and uses it on your other nipple, dancing it around your sensitive buds that have begun to stiffen and perk up.

Your poor brain is confused by the stimulation. It’s not happening between your legs but you can feel it from your chest. It feels weird not to be contracting around anything, which only makes you wish you were. Nonetheless, it’s still valid stimulation that you feel building and at first, you’re not sure if it’s an orgasm that’s forming or if it just feels good.

Regardless of the matter, you can’t help it. It’s patterning the pleasure for you to experience without you having any say in it whatsoever. Your mind is muddled with what to say – how to express how you feel or what’s happening to your body.

Jeongin has some idea of it now that he’s been listening to you panting and watching you writhe on his bed just from a couple of ice cubes. However, he wants to see how this plays out.

“J-Jeongin,” you mumble, sucking in small breaths of air. “I’m…”

His ears spring up at the sound of his name, but he refrains from saying anything at all. Instead, he picks up another ice cube, allowing the one in his left hand to melt away before applying the fresh one. The chilly sensation replenishes but it doesn’t stop that sensation that you can feel in your tits all the way through to your pussy. Even though it feels similar to an orgasm, it triggers zero verbal response when it decides to hit you out of nowhere.

Jeongin sees your mouth part, your legs bracketing together like they’re trying to find something to clamp around. All the while, he doesn’t stop stimulating your nipples with the cubes until your back is flat on his bed again. He had to see it through to the end.

Breathless and slightly dazed as you were, the first thing that came to mind was that you did in fact cum. Following that came anxiously wondering what Jeongin’s reaction was.

At that, an invisible weight of embarrassment starts tugging you down. You wanted the blindfold to remain over your eyes, terrified of meeting whatever expression was laden on Jeongin’s face. There was no point in trying to gauge how he reacted when you orgasmed, but there was one thing for sure and that was he didn’t stop you from doing it.

A few lingering moments later, Jeongin becomes satisfied with the tail end of the scene. He got through the aspects of sensory play that you both wanted to cover from the conversation you had at the beginning of the week.

He gently removes the silk blindfold from your eyes, fixing some of your hair in the process to get it out of your eyes. Even though your eyes shy away from his face, Jeongin can easily see the deep red burning through your cheeks.

“I’ll get these off for you,” Jeongin murmurs, already freeing one of your wrists from the restraint before moving on to the other.

Once you’re completely unrestricted, you sit up straight away and start blabbing out an explanation to him.

“Just so you know, I didn’t have other intentions going into this,” you speak quickly. “I just wasn’t expecting to…to-“

Slightly taken aback, Jeongin had to step in to reassure you that there’s nothing wrong, “Y/N, it’s okay, seriously. It’s not your fault that your body couldn’t help but do what it needed to. But you’ve just come out of a scene and I want to make sure that you’re ok-“

“Yes but, you said the other day that people don’t usually climax from sensory play only,” you interrupt him.

He softens a bit, a small grin forming on his face, “I said ‘usually’ not ‘never’. I didn’t rule out that possibility.”

You suddenly click onto his words, “so there is a possibility that they still can.”

“Yes, but you don’t have anything to be embarrassed about or sorry for. Some people can orgasm through nipple stimulation. It’s not always easy, but you managed to do it, with ice too, and relatively fast. Plus, I thought it was cute,” he responds.

‘Cute?’ If melting from embarrassment was a thing, you’d be a puddle all over his floor. Your face comes to fall into your hands, almost making him giggle.

Jeongin then continues, “now, if you’ll let me help you, I’ll show you to the shower to get some of the wax off. Then we can have some of that food I was talking about earlier.”

A/N: again, this was meant for Kinktober but my dumb ass didn’t upload it. I’m turning this into a bit of a slow burn series, but not just yet because I’m working on other things atm as listed down below:

1. Noxious Compulsions

Minsung x reader (you can find the snippet here)

2. Foul Play

Part 2 to Don’t bite the hand that feeds you

3. Venom Eater

Part 2 to Venom Biter

4. Some things are better left known

Part 2 to ‘Some things are better left unknown’

These are the main pieces that I’m working on at the moment bc they will be quite dense, and I try to add as much detail in as I can. However, there are 100% other things that I have still sitting in my Doc’s folder that I’ll release too!

#rosiewritesskz #stray kids smut #skz smut #lee know smut #han jisung smut #bang chan smut #hyunjin smut #changbin smut #felix smut #i.n smut #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #i.n x reader

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How Crowley sets up the Overblots in every book

This is a concept I’ve mentioned off-handedly in several of my theories, but I’ve always wanted to elaborate of what I mean. I believe Crowley is behind the Overblots- and he has potentially tampered with the Overblotters magestones as well. Because no matter how powerful Crowley may be, I don’t think he has the power to affect the backstories of an Overblotter.

However, what a lot of people miss is how he SETS UP the perfect conflict and conditions for an Overblot.

In Book 1, Crowley appears out of nowhere in the library to suggest the magic duel to Ace and Deuce. Without the duel, Riddle wouldn’t have had his position of power questioned in the first place, as he gets set off by his own dorm throwing eggs at him and Ace calling him out for being a “baby.” Book 1 is also where we get a taste of just how little Crowley involves himself with personal conflicts of the students- he could’ve easily outlawed the usage of Riddle’s collars if he so pleased.

I believe Book 1 is highly significant because it’s one of the only two Overblots Crowley is present in (the other being Malleus’). In both the game and the novel, Crowley doesn’t do anything to stop the Overblot, even though I’m sure he’s capable of doing it. I think in the grand scheme of things, it’s very important that Crowley is present in the first student Overblot (Riddle) in the game and the last student Overblot of the game (Malleus). It’s as if he’s purposefully watching the set up of his plans and how the last piece puts it all together.

Book 2 has Crowley doing a similar thing: He fuels Leona’s jealousy and pride by suggesting that Malleus should be in the Hall of Fame. The entirety of Leona’s plans in Book 2 revolves around taking down Diasomnia- or specifically, Malleus. And isn’t it interesting how his entire plan revolves around something that CROWLEY mentioned? Although I do think Leona would’ve done something foolish regardless, something sparked within him at Malleus getting the special treatment. This, and Crowley enlists the help of Yuu and Grim on investigating who is behind the accidents at NRC.

In Book 3, we see Crowley beginning to employ a new strategy: of doing nothing. Haha, it doesn’t sound like him setting up plans, does it? But ancient war strategies valued “doing nothing” when necessary for a reason. Azul’s schemes were something Crowley could’ve easily prevented, but instead, he made a contract with Azul that ensured the survival of Mostro Lounge AND forced the students to take action themselves. Crowley mentioned to Jack and Yuu that he made an arrangement with Azul on releasing all the students from last year by letting Azul continue running the Lounge. But that’s exactly why he asked Jack and Yuu to put a stop to it this year: Crowley knew if he tried to make another deal with Azul, Azul would likely ask for something more- like information or potentially even an ability, neither of which Crowley could risk happening.

Book 4 is a continuation of this strategy, but it’s a lot more sly and dangerous than people think. He left Yuu and Grim almost completely isolated, with no choice but to go to Scarabia. He basically left them in a lions den! It didn’t help that he never answered the phone when Yuu needed help. And Scarabia being so isolated during winter break was the perfect time for Jamil to initiate his plans. However, it goes further back than that.

Jamil would’ve been a likely candidate for Housewarden, if it weren’t for Crowley enlisting Kalim instead for money and connections. I find it interesting that Crowley uses the same type of language that Jamil despises: “you’re a clever student. Surely you understand what that means.” And this is a post for the future, but ever since then, Jamil has been trying to dig up information about Crowley, possibly to blackmail him into making him the housewarden instead. When he “hypnotized” Azul, the first thing he asked was if Azul had information on Dire Crowley. Hmm…

Book 5 is an interesting and subtler case. VDC conveniently has both Vil Schoenheit and Neige LeBlanche, but I doubt Crowley had anything to do with Neige… *eyes his vacation outfit with a crow and an apple*

…ANYWAY, what Crowley was directly involved in was putting the dance group into Ramshackle Dorm together. Basically a drama in the making haha, with tensions rising amongst the group. But I don’t think this was his main plan at all! After all, Vil’s Overblot had very little to do with the drama with him vs Epel. It took Vil to nearly murder Neige to succumb to his frustrations and guilt. What I do think is interesting how several people, including Rook and Malleus mentions that the barrier in the Coliseum was so strong that NO ONE outside would’ve been able to help. Overblotted!Vil could’ve killed the entire group and help was never coming in the first place.

Isn’t that suspicious? Rook claims this barrier is for exams, but why is it THAT powerful that it can hold against an OVERBLOT, where magic is casted without qualms? Especially when considering that Vil is an incredibly powerful mage? Hmm. Although I will admit that the set-up is questionable, I think Crowley had something to do with the barrier. After all, in the manga, he casts a barrier that’s able to withstand Overblot Riddle’s attacks.

Book 6 is another tough one, just because Crowley has little to no involvement in the book…or so it seems. My theory gets even more wobbly here, but Crowley had to be doing something behind the scenes. He was taken away by STYX FOR WEEKS. Called before parliament, and came back without a single punishment. And isn’t that strange just how long he was gone? Furthermore, he knows about STYXs operations and how the Shroud family/Idia runs it, information that not even Trein knew. Additionally, he knew STYX would be coming to attack the school, and surrendered without a question. Although his involvement in the book is little, I think he did a lot of set up and arrangements with STYX behind the scenes, which may have included accepting Idia to NRC in the first place. Book 6 is also the first time we hear about the theory that *someone else* is behind the Overblots.

Book 7 gets even stranger with Lilia’s sudden loss of magic and dropping out. He says he can no longer cast a simple spell…but I don’t think it’s possible for a Fae to lose *all* their magic in such a short span of time naturally. Additionally, isn’t it strange that he wants to go to the Land of the Red Dragons when Levan’s title implies both a Chinese and dragon relation? Why now, after more than 500 years? We still don’t know, but it’s incredibly fishy. This, and we have the possibility of MC returning home.

Isn’t it funny that the two people Malleus loves the most are threatening to leave him at the same exact time? Malleus is an incredibly fragile boy on the inside- and for all this to happen at once with NO explanation? Of course he wouldn’t take it well. Crowley is also the one to let Lilia know that the carriage is coming to pick him up- but this is strange. Have we ever heard before of an NRC carriage raking someone outside of the ceremony days? Was the carriage going to transport Lilia all the way to the Land of the Red Dragons? Does it mean Crowley knows why Lilia’s going, or is he the reason why Lilia’s leaving in such a rush?!?

Anyway. Again, Crowley is present at Malleus’s Overblot, something that’s only happened once before with Riddle. I’d like to point out that compared to Riddle, where he was quick to evacuate the students, he permitted the ATTACK against Malleus. Hm??? Did he know that there was no chance of escape?

I’d like to know what he’s dreaming about when Malleus cast the spell on him too… but I think everything I mentioned is incredibly suspicious. It’s a bit sad that Crowley’s main “attack” takes the form of isolation. Riddle is alone when the others call him out, Yuu and Grim are isolated in Scarabia, Malleus finds the people he loves are suddenly being taken away from him…

Maybe I’m just being angsty haha, but I wonder if Crowley weaponizes isolation because he knows first hand at just how harmful the loneliness is.

#twst theory #long post #twst dire Crowley #twst Crowley #dire Crowley #kallistopost #twisted wonderland #twst #twst overblot #twst riddle #twst malleus

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Mutual Help | #47

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

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"Okay, can you stop sulking already?" You finally break off the silence, not knowing whether you should laugh or be tired by Jungkook's visibly tensed behavior.

It's been only five minutes since you came home, just having enough time to take off your shoes before Jungkook has walked into the bedroom with long strides as you've followed him, just to find him unbuttoning his shirt with quick and frustrated movements.

"I am not sulking," he mutters, annoyance thick in his tone as you snort and take off your blazer before it's tossed onto his bed. You want to tell him the opposite, but five seconds later and Jungkook finally bursts. "Can you believe him? What an asshole!"

Your eyes widen as he turns around, a half of the buttons already unbuttoned exposing his chest but you refrain from eyeing him.

"Who does he think he is? Honestly, I can't believe how calm you're about it!" he exclaims, showing confusion on his face as you snort again.

"Please," you sit on the edge of his bed. "Man like Yoongi can't piss me off, I'm used to his antics."

"That's exactly it, you shouldn't be used to it, Y/N," he points out, voice slightly raised but not at you. He is just frustrated and you understand him. Yoongi has made you feel so many emotions close to irritation and anger, so you can relate to current Jungkook's state.

"Trust me, I wanted to strangle him," you inform him with a chuckle, standing up to stand in front of him, hands placed on his warm chest, a fabric separating you from the direct contact with it. "Why are you getting so worked up over this, anyway? I mean, I was mad too but I think Benjamin got the message. Plus, thanks for the whole boyfriend thing." you tease him and he just gives you an annoyed roll of his eyes, but the corner of his lips lifts up.

"You were visibly uncomfortable, I had to do something."

"You definitely did something," you hum, hands moving directly onto his warm chest as you rub it softly.

"I'm serious," Jungkook mutters, "It was either the boyfriend thing or directly telling him to fuck off."

You laugh at that, throwing your head back as you stare at Jungkook's eyes, the prominent scowl catching your attention. "That wouldn't be a good idea, I mean telling him to fuck off... besides, we have enough experience to the whole fake dating thing, huh?"

This time it's Jungkook who snorts at your joke, "Stop joking, I am mad."

"Why? Fuck him."

"Who exactly?"

"Both of them," you shrug, earning a chuckle from him. "Not gonna lie, I did feel bad a little bit about lying to him but it's still better than directly explaining to him I'm not interested. He wasn't completely vocal about it, but it was more than obvious. You know? It was such a bad situation. Though, I don't understand why Yoongi decided to butt in at that exact moment... I honestly don't know what that man thought."

"Maybe he has a crush on you too," Jungkook suggests, watching your expression as you bulge your eyes out before you start laughing as if he told you the biggest joke. He stares wide eyed, confused and not understanding what's so funny about it.

To him, it would make sense.

"Yeah, I think he's the least common person to have a crush on me."

"Why not? Didn't you hook up with him before?"

Your face freezes for a second, your mouth closing slowly as you seem genuinely taken back at the sudden call out by Jungkook. Can you even call it that? It's not like he made it up or something.

"Well--but we both were drinking and he made it clear he's not interested," you manage to say, "I--no, he definitely doesn't have a crush on me, Kook. I would know."

"Yeah, just like you're aware of all the male stares you get on the streets?" Jungkook scoffs jokingly, staring knowingly at you as you gape at him.

He has always been telling you men turn around to take a look at you, which in fact you think he's exaggerating. Yes, you're aware of some of them doing that but that's definitely in scenarios when you look your best, going out and most men are like that. They stare at every woman.

"That's different," you argue, sliding your hands off his chest as you cross your arms over your chest. "I see Yoongi every day, well, five days out of the week. He can be an asshole, but he's not that bad, which is not the point right now, but he really is not interested in me."

"Yeah, just interested enough to fuck you before."

"Jungkook!" you exclaim, but he only just shrugs as he's trying to prove his point. His voice is nowhere near shaming or angry, he's saying it completely normally with a light tone. "You're wrong in that though. He didn't fuck me."

A confusion makes it on his face and he grimaces, looking confused as ever. "You told me you hooked up."

"Well, yeah, but you cut me off before I could explain," you tell him in thought, lips frowning at the argument that had taken place while you went ice-skating. "We didn't have sex."

Jungkook just stares, clearly shocked by the sudden information and he has no idea how to react, but a weird grimace crosses on his features that it almost makes you laugh. "Do I even wanna know what you did with that asshole?" he mutters, causing you to chuckle as you shrug.

"Nothing dramatic," you wave him off, "I just gave him a handjob and he ate me out. End of the story,"

Now he fully makes a disgusted grimace that makes you laugh, ignoring as you slap him on his buffed chest in disbelief. "Stop!"

"What?" Jungkook exclaims, bursting in laughter as he scrunches his nose and makes a gagging sound.

"You're such a child!" you scold him, laughing with him as you slap him again but this time he catches your wrists and holds them. It lasts only a moment as he suddenly lets you go but not before he pokes you in your ribs, the annoying action you both often do to each other.

It causes you to curse at him, pouting right after as he cackles.

"Anyway, we got drunk and I was a horny mess. I guess he was too and it happened. But I didn't fuck him."

"Thank god," Jungkook mutters and you kick him in the shin, not too violently of course as you sit back on his bed again. "Why were you a horny mess?" he suddenly asks confusingly, causing you to snort.

"Do you need a reason to be a horny mess? Don't you guys wake up with a hard dick just like that?" you ask unbothered, leaning back on your elbows as Jungkook purses his lips. "But to be completely honest... it was when you got back with Kiko and I had no one to have sex with,"

Jungkook's eyes almost bulge as he stares at you surprised, but that only lasts for a second as his lips curve in a smirk and he joins you on his bed, laying down on his side as he plops onto his elbow and holds his head, making himself comfortable.

"Oh god," you roll your eyes, "Don't look so smug, you moron."

Jungkook laughs, eyes crinkling to show how pleased he is by your confession, enjoying every bit of this while you already know what's about to happen. He never misses any opportunity to not only boost his ego, but to tease you whenever he can.

"So you missed me?"

"No, I missed your dick," you correct him, laughing when his face drops and he's obviously joking because even his corners of lips start to twitch as he fights back his own laughter. "It was a tough time, okay?" you exclaim dramatically, causing him to finally laugh.

"Well, you've got my dick now," he tells you lightly and amusingly, causing you to roll your eyes again as you dramatically sigh. "I didn't know you missed it though."

"Oh, get over yourself!" you exclaim, Jungkook smirking immediately as you shake your head with a grin on your lips before you shrug. "Come on, it doesn't take a genius to know I enjoyed us having sex."

"You're right," Jungkook hums, your heart jumping at his deep and raspy voice in thought but at the same time it doesn't sound too different than usual.

You feel your face getting hot and it definitely has something to do with the fact Jungkook doesn't sound as if you just told him something new. He obviously acknowledges the fact you enjoyed and enjoy having sex with him. Although, you've never talked about it before and you don't think you're planning to confess how nobody has ever made feel sex so good, it's more than obvious you both enjoy having sex together. Jungkook has no reason to think the opposite.

"I enjoy having sex with you too," Jungkook admits casually, your head almost cracking how fast you snap it towards him, eyes watching him as he shamelessly stares at you as if he just made a very casual confession.

You search his face, wondering if he can see how much his words affect you once again. If he has any clue about the excitement bubbling in the pit of your stomach. And it seems as if your eyes have their mind of their own because you eye him, letting his entire figure sink in as he lays on his side with his head propped up, looking like a freaking model from a magazine despite he had spent hours on a party.

From head to toe, Jungkook could be considered as a human being that is engraved by Gods themselves and it's unfair how breathtaking he looks while doing a bare minimum. But that's nothing new and you should've gotten used to it by now, still remembering the first time you met him. He obviously looked different and younger those years ago, wasn't so muscular and big back then, but looking good enough to make you slightly nervous to be in the company of such a handsome guy.

Gawking at Jungkook, he absolutely enjoys the attention you're giving him but doesn't really do much, he just lays there watching you with his full attention. Trying to break it off, you gasp and frown at Jungkook when you notice another feature of his that is hard to miss.

"Is your dick seriously hard right now?" you scold him, not hiding your disbelief and grin as you shake your head at him. Unbelievable.

He looks down at his crotch, looking back at you with a grin as he shamelessly and cockily shrugs. "You talking about my dick gets me going."

"Oh, shut up," you tell him, sitting straight as you push his shoulder, causing him to budge a little as he laughs.

Watching you standing up, you start to gather your things which are just your pajamas as you salute to Jungkook.

"Where are you going?" he exclaims childishly, causing you to laugh as you don't even look across your shoulder to give him a look.

"Taking a shower, don't you dare to sneak on me." you tell him, hearing him scoff loudly.

"You did it to me!" he shouts as you're already in your bathroom, still hearing him perfectly as you take out your make-up bag from the bathroom counter and pull out make-up removal pads, along with other products you need to take it off.

"What about me? I am hard!"

You snicker, wondering if it doesn't bother him if any of his neighbors could hear him – no matter how big Jungkook's apartment is, you really doubt it is soundproof from his loud voice.

"Take care of it, bunny!" you yell back, amusement more than clear in your voice as Jungkook scoffs once again causing you to giggle to yourself.

"Okay, I'm gonna rub myself one out! Don't come in here anytime soon!" he yells, informing you as you facepalm yourself, laughing.

"Ew! Gross!"

"Man gotta help himself!" You can't with this man, that's for sure.

"Help yourself, champ. You got it!" you yell encouragingly, bursting in laughter when you hear Jungkook gasp in disbelief as he's silently laughing to himself.

"I thought you missed my dick!" he whines loudly.

The only response he gets is the clear sound of you shutting the bathroom door, your giggles heard until a running water replaces them.

"Honestly, you're just too dramatic," you say, chewing on the tangerine you peeled for yourself while face-timing Taehyung.

It's not rare for him to call you, but it's been a while since the two of you talked just like that and considering Taehyung's complaints, it's more than clear he called you to vent. You've nothing better to do anyway, it's Sunday and you've been enjoying the weekend just by sorting out your things, watching movies and cooking for you and Jungkook, who's been busy this whole weekend.

Working the whole Saturday and coming home at night just to spend his Sunday locked in his office, editing the set of photos that need to be done by the end of the week – which is today, makes you feel bad for Jungkook. He had barely any time to eat and if it weren't for your annoying pestering, you're not sure if he'd even eaten lunch.

It's close to the evening, the sun is slowly setting as you're sitting in the kitchen with your phone propped against the fruit ball, facing Taehyung who's laying on his couch with chest bare, a sight you're familiar with. The man loves to be half-naked when he's home.

"He bailed on me!" Taehyung exclaims, showing his annoyance at absent Jimin who's not here to stand up for himself and you take it as your responsibility to do so.

"He's sick, Tae," you deadpan, peeling another tangerine while Taehyung loudly sighs. "He's allowed to be sick, of course he doesn't feel like hanging out."

"He was fine yesterday when I talked to him!"

You raise your brow at him, stopping your task for a second to find him pucker his lips as you sigh. "You guys are like a married couple, honestly."

"Ah, like you're the one to talk!" he says right away, scoffing at you as you give him a glare.

"Plus, didn't you say you spontaneously wanted to hang out? Not everyone is free all the time, Tae. Not even Jimin."

He knows you've a point, you can see it in the way he looks away for a moment and is too stunned for words. That's until another deep sigh makes it past his lips.

"Fuck, I know... I'm just so fucking bored. Zuri bailed on me too and I've got nothing to do." Taehyung whines like a little child he sometimes is, too dramatic for his own good and you snicker, already recognizing the look of boredom he sports.

"Who the fuck is Zuri?" you ask, brows furrowed in confusion as a smirk makes its way on his lips at the mention of a woman.

"Ah, this hot chick I hooked up a few times. We were supposed to meet today but she canceled on me," Taehyung frowns, being reminded that he's been bailed by two people today.

For some reason, you do feel bad for him though. He's a social butterfly and although he has his days when he just wants to do his own thing that doesn't require another person, you know he quickly grows bored being by himself.

"Who even cancels on The Kim Taehyung?"

You snort, giggling as you shake your head at your friend. "Jimin and Zara, apparently."

"It's Zuri," Taehyung corrects you, "Don't worry about it, I couldn't get her name right the first time too."

And that makes you laugh, Taehyung joining you as he finds the memory of him forgetting the name of a woman he hooked up hilarious. Zuri wouldn't find it hilarious for sure, you actually feel sorry for her but at the same time, she probably knew what she's getting herself into considering Taehyung is very upfront with his potential hook-ups. Yes, he likes to fool around but he's not a douchebag that treats women like trash. At the same time, you're sure he has managed to break a few hearts as someone liked him too much to understand he's not interested in a relationship.

"I'm sure she loved that you couldn't remember her name right," you tell him with a full mouth, ignoring the grimace he gives you to annoy you. "Is it really hard to remember a name of someone you're about to have a sex with?"

"If you're wasted like I was then yes," Taehyung deadpans, making you giggle again.

"You're unbelievable, my friend." you tell him, conversation flowing to another direction as you joke around and talk for a few more minutes until you bid goodbye.

You still have to go grocery shopping considering you gave up on it yesterday, too comfortable on Jungkook's couch with a stomach full while binge-watching The Hunger Games.

Cleaning up your mess, you walk up to Jungkook's office and knock on the door, barely waiting for any response before you slowly push the door open. It's not surprising to find him the same way you did around lunch time. Sitting behind his desk, eyes big staring at the screen as the clicking sounds of his mouse resounds while he doesn't even spare you a glance.

Walking up to him and standing behind him, you lean down to admire the photos he has taken and is now editing in Photoshop. It never amazes you to see how talented he is and it's actually rare for you to catch him working on this stuff, since he usually used to work when he was alone. This is his work-time, so he obviously wasn't editing or working on anything while you hung out.

But as you take the picture he's editing into the sight, your heart clenches at the pregnant woman who's holding her big belly. The colors are vibrant, looking pretty and alive as her soft pink dress makes a great contrast with other colors and her skin tone.

You know Jungkook works on different kinds of photos, whether it's a family portrait, weddings or photoshoots, he's very versatile with his skills and offers of service. Now that you think about it, you remember him mentioning a couple of times he has done a pregnancy photoshoot, but it's not something he does very often.

So to see the woman smiling happily at her belly, the growing child inside her, actually makes your heart crack at the thought of Jungkook photographing this and now having to edit it. Maybe he doesn't think about it too much, he's great at hiding his emotions when it comes to something so heartbreaking that he has experienced. And once again, history is here to haunt him and a painful reminder of what could've been is right in front of his eyes.

If Jungkook notices your lack of verbal response, he focuses on the picture instead as he skillfully sharpens and improves the colors again.

Sighing, you sneak your arms around his neck and down his chest, resting your chin against the top of his head. You're leaning against the back of his chair, staring at the picture.

"When did you take this?" you ask him quietly, hearing him clear his throat as he continues with his work.

"Two weeks ago?" he answers unsurely, not really showing any kind of emotion which makes you dubious if he's fine or only acting like he is in front of you.

"Are you okay with taking pictures like this?" you ask carefully, knowing it's a touchy subject and the curiosity in you once again wins. It's not even about curiosity but more about your own worry about Jungkook's well-being.

Obviously, he's in control of what job he's taking and if he didn't want to take this kind of photoshoot, he had every right now to agree to this. In the worst case, he could've cancelled if this was booked way before he discovered Kiko's lie. But knowing Jungkook, he's not the type to cancel on anything and to be fair, you'd be proud of him for not letting it affect his work. On another hand, you don't see a problem even if he did cancel it – if it meant it helps him and he needs more time to heal.

"It's my job, Y/N," he points out quietly, giving you a little signal that maybe he's not completely fine with it as he looks. You've known him for years, so you know the lack of emotion in his voice is him hiding it.

Sighing, you don't mean to pry any more and you're slowly sliding your arms up, just to be stopped by Jungkook's quiet voice.

"It wasn't exactly easy because thoughts kept coming to my mind whether I wanted it or not... but I was focusing on my work, so I tried to block them, you know?"

You straighten, coming to his desk to face him as he slightly pushes the chair away to give you more space while you lean against the wooden desk.

"But I'm fine, really. I can't break down at every sight of a pregnant woman or something. I do feel sad because like I said, it makes me think of questions like what if... but I'm gonna live." he assures you, giving you a soft smile as you react the same before you give him a gentle nod.

"I need you to live, who's gonna be my best friend?" you joke, trying to lighten up the mood.

Hair put in a man-bun while you're sure the hair tie in his hair is yours, you watch as his features relax and he gives you an amused grin showing the set of his front teeth. Despite the fact he has been locked in his office the entire day and wearing one of his lazy home outfits – which is similar to yours; a pair of sweatpants and a random shirt – he looks slightly tired from staring into the computer screen for hours but still handsome as ever.

"Oh, get out," he scoffs but laughs with you, "Who were you talking to? I heard you laughing." he asks, changing the topic as you chuckle at the instant memory of Taehyung and his dramatic call.

"Taehyung. Apparently Jimin and one of his hook-ups bailed on him, so he's been feeling... offended, petty? You know him," you laugh and Jungkook nods, chuckling at Taehyung as well. "I'm going to the groceries, you want something?"

Jungkook looks surprised as he thinks. "Oh, shit. We were supposed to go yesterday, weren't we?"

"Nah, it's fine. You were working and I was too lazy to go," you shrug, "The fridge isn't empty, I'm sure there is enough food to cook something for tomorrow but I've been craving some snacks, so I'm gonna get them." you explain.

"Snacks? There is a whole cupboard full of snacks." Jungkook reminds you, although you feel the need to correct him that the cupboard is no longer totally full – thanks to his midnight visits to eat some snacks in the middle of the night, despite his current "diet" as he likes to whine about.

"My period is coming, I need different snacks." you tell him, his brows shooting up as he chuckles and nods in understanding.

"Do you want me to come with you?" he asks, leaning comfortably against his chair as you shake your head.

To be completely fair, you hate having to go grocery shopping alone but that's exactly what you were doing back when you were living alone because there was no other choice. Well, it's not like you can't do it. You're an adult but you prefer to go with someone else. But Jungkook is working and you're completely fine with going by yourself.

"Nah, it's fine. You should finish this, so you can finally rest." you remind him as he playfully rolls his eyes at you.

"Are you taking a car?"

"No, I think I'm just gonna walk there. It's not that far away and I've been sitting on my ass the whole weekend." you explain to him as he frowns a little.

"It's about to get dark," he informs you as if you didn't know and it makes you chuckle. "I'm going with you. We can take my car and buy groceries for the next week while we're there." he tells you, already reaching for the mouse to click off his opened tabs.

"You sure? You're working."

"This was my final picture anyway. I'm done," he informs you, saving the pictures and files as he finally turns off the computer. "Let me just grab my wallet and keys, and we can go."

You nod, both of you scurrying out of his office to get your things before you get into Jungkook's car as he drives you to the nearby store.

It's weird to be thinking this, but it actually feels therapeutic to just go and shop, even though Jungkook has been tossing so many unnecessary items you definitely don't need. So you remind him of his diet but he only acts as if he hasn't heard you, ignoring you which makes you laugh.

You push the cart through different aisles, mostly stopping in the candy and snacks section so you can finally decide what your heart – or more like stomach – desires for, while Jungkook disappears somewhere to grab some of his needed groceries. By the time you're done, your cart is somehow almost full but that's only because you've bought more meat, vegetables, fruit and more basic food that it's needed.

Both busy standing in line and then putting your items onto the conveyor belt, you're both in your own thoughts until it's your turn. Just as you're about to greet a young cashier that looks to be your age, your eyes meet but that's until Jungkook tosses something else onto the belt. You and her both look at the sudden item being tossed, your cheeks flaming hot when you notice it's a package of condoms. The girl looks behind you, your own eyes following the vision as you're met with unbothered looking Jungkook who gives you a shrug.

"We ran out,"

Oh god. Turning around, you feel your cheeks hot as the woman looks just as shy as a quiet greeting leaves past her lips and so does yours. You quickly move to put scanned groceries back to your cart as Jungkook can't help but have the time of his life looking at your flustered and evidently shy face.

Giving him glare amuses him even more, no matter how inconspicuously you're trying to do it with your head facing downwards only for your eyes to glare up at him. But the overly confident and amused man has the audacity to actually send you a wink, completely distracting you until you realize he's paying with his card all your groceries. You haven't separated it, since most food you'll share but you were planning on paying for it. You'll just send him money later.

"Have a good evening," The cashier politely says, cheeks red as she realizes how it sounds and her wide eyes look at Jungkook, thankfully not staring at you.

But Jungkook isn't affected at all, raising the corner of his lips up. "We will," he tells her with a completely amused tone while you wish for the floor to swallow you whole. "Have a lovely evening." And he takes the receipt from her hands, bowing slightly towards her as the woman is too stunned to speak and barely manages to bid the last goodbye.

You're rushing out of the shop, smacking Jungkook in the arm as soon as you're out while he cackles at your flustered face.

"Condoms, really?" you scold him once you stop at the truck of his car, he opens it with his keys still in the pocket of his jacket.

"What? We need them, we really ran out," he laughs and you shake your head at him, grinning at the absurd situation. You did run out, since the last time you had sex Jungkook used the last condom – it's hazy but you do remember him tossing away the empty box. "Come on, it's a completely normal thing!" Jungkook exclaims, laughing as you start laughing.

"No, I know," you tell him, both of you putting your groceries in his truck. "The poor woman is probably traumatized because of you."

"Oh, please, she most likely has sex too," Jungkook tells you, scoffing amusingly.

"It was about your behavior later, you moron and you know it," you scold him, causing him to laugh as he doesn't hide it and shrugs with a grin. "You made her flustered."

"I have that effect on women," Jungkook muses, pursing his lips cockily as you roll your eyes, both of you bursting in laughter again.

"Sure, Jeon, whatever helps you sleep at night." you sing out to him, pushing the cart to take it back to its designated place while Jungkook shoots you a playful grin, closing the trunk as he gets inside the car waiting for you to join him.

The rest of the evening is spent nice, maybe not how Jungkook made fun of and insinuated to the poor cashier. None of you actually make a move to have sex once you get home and take care of the groceries. You both relax while binge-watching 'You', Jungkook urging you to go to sleep once your head keeps falling and eyes can no longer stay open. So you take a shower, accepting the warmth and softness of Jungkook's bed right after, waiting for him to join you after his shower.

And once he does, the two of you fall asleep in a comfortable darkness and silence, enjoying the few hours until your alarms wake you up in the morning.

If you had to name one person that you truly don't understand, you'd know right away who that person is. A man with sharp eyes, usually a stone cold expression that has made you believe he's not as bad as he represents himself but then he reminds you that he's not just a man of those features. It's a man who has invoked a new profound ability to irritate you to the core.

Monday is just like any other Monday at work – everyone has jumped straight into their responsibilities and daily tasks, although the party that happened on Friday is still merely discussed amongst the staff.

Despite your nonchalant and cold attitude you've been giving to Yoongi today, the day isn't as bad since you're absorbed in your own work. To be completely exact, you're not even sure if you're giving any attitude to him since you've been ignoring him whenever he was in the same room but it's not like he's been asking for your attention. But at least, you used to spare him a glance or a brief nod in greeting which definitely isn't happening today.

And you've no idea if it's for your current and today's attitude towards him, or if he can still remember the look of disappointment you gave him as him and Jungkook almost went for each other's necks – you've no idea what makes him approach you first.

Because Yoongi never approaches someone first, not if it's work related which you're sure this is not.

"Can we talk?" He approaches you all of a sudden and you hold yourself back from flinching at the sudden voice next to you, not expecting anyone to approach you just like that.

To be fair, you haven't even noticed him since your eyes have been locked onto your phone – using your break to drink tea and drive away the short-lasting boredom for a moment.

You let your eyes set on him briefly, sparing him a glance as you're staying leaned against the counter in the break-room.

"I'm on my break," you murmur, pettily staring back into your phone but not before you take a small spit of your tea, setting the cup beside you as the man in front of you sets a burning gaze at you.

"I can see that," he mutters back smartly, causing even more annoyance to bubble inside of you. "I'm using my own break to talk to you, so you could show some gratitude."

At this, you scoff loudly and your ignoring facade breaks just like that. "You're a real asshole, you know that?"

"Tell me something you haven't told me yet," he tells you, shrugging as you scoff again, avoiding his sharp eyes in fear otherwise you're going to jump on him and strangle him to death. "I'm here to apologize."

And you laugh, bitterly and amusingly at the same time as you laugh in his face which makes him frown and takes a lot of control not to just turn around and leave.

You really are pissing him off and you don't probably even realize it. And maybe he's not the most self-reflective person, he knows he wasn't completely good to you. And he hates that he actually feels guilty and it's your stupid face you made on Friday before you left.

"Min Yoongi and apologizing?" you scoff, "That's hard to believe." you tell him honestly, still sounding bitter but you eye him suspiciously. Well, Yoongi can't blame you for being suspicious when it comes to something as an apology from him.

"Well, then believe it," he mutters, not hiding his annoyance but he has never done that when it comes to you, nor anyone else.

You stay quiet, raising your brow at him as he expects any response from you to help him, but he doesn't get it which makes him let out an annoyed huff.

"I'm sorry for how I acted on Friday." he says bluntly and almost robotically, so emotionless that it actually makes you burst into laughter.

"You're so shitty at apologizing. Have you ever apologized before?" you ask, met with a glare in return.

"For your information yes, very rarely and a long time ago but yes," He rolls his eyes, "So, I apologized. Bye."

"Wait," you call out to him as he's about to turn around, staring at him in disbelief. "That's it? I apologized and bye? Don't you have anything more to say?" You know you're pushing your luck but a simple sorry doesn't cut it for how he acted.

"What do you want me to say?" he sighs, "Sorry I was an asshole. Good?"

"Well, perhaps you could start with why you are sorry. And not just because you are an asshole, because we all know that."

"God, how does he put up with you?" he murmurs under his nose, causing you to glare at him as you put your phone next to your cup just to cross your arms over your chest.

He hesitates, staring at you instead but is met with another raise of your brow as you wait expectantly. Sighing both in defeat and annoyance, he rubs his skin behind his ear as he smacks his lips.

"I shouldn't have interfered into your business with Benjamin and your boyfriend,"

Ignoring the way he calls Jungkook your boyfriend, mocking you, you keep glaring at him.

"I took it too far."

"Why did you do it though?" you ask him, still eyeing him as if he should burst in laughter and tell you he's joking. You'd like to think you know him to some extent, and you do. But it's hard to detect whether he's really sincere or playing some tricks on you.

But the sight of him shifting on his spot, visibly looking uncomfortably as discomfort is visible on his scrunched and frowned features, makes you think that he might be sincere after all.

"Why did you butt in just to call me out? You knew Benjamin was interested in me, yet you told him about Jungkook which okay, I have no idea how that came up in your conversation with him but fine... it happened and you didn't exactly lie to him,"

You know it would be a douche move to tell him that he didn't have to tell him about Jungkook. If he was on your side, he could've just stayed quiet and not assure Benjamin Jungkook is only your friend. But it's stupid because he didn't lie, something you did. You and Yoongi aren't friends, yet he knows some things about your life that strangers shouldn't know – but it's your own fault for being open to him because despite his annoying personality, some things aren't that hard to tell him.

You guess it's more about the fact he should've been on your side, or at least something you'd appreciate about him if he did that. But he didn't. In a way, you feel slightly betrayed but can you be surprised? Like you said, you and him aren't friends.

"But you still decided to stick your nose and make Benjamin think as if he has a chance. I lied and I feel fucking guilty about it, but it was the better way to not hurt him."

"Or it was a better way for you so you didn't have to confront him and make yourself uncomfortable," Yoongi tells you, your mouth hanging open because you feel absolutely called out.

And you feel even more guilty than ever when you realize that he's right. You didn't exactly decide to lie to Benjamin just for your sake, so he's wrong about that. You lied for your and Benjamin's sake and Jungkook helped you with it.

Benjamin might not be a completely bad person, but the way he looked at you when Jungkook was next to you and the tone he talked with – it's something that made you extremely uncomfortable. Something Jungkook noticed that night and decided to pretend to be your boyfriend for your own sake.

"I'm not perfect, Yoongi," you remind him through your clenched teeth, "I did it for both my and his sake. It still doesn't excuse you for butting in and acting like an idiot. Is it really that fun to annoy me? Do you really hate me that much?"

Yoongi opens his mouth, a little perplexed by the sudden questions thrown at him. "I don't hate you, Y/N."

"Well, you sure make it seem like that," you scoff, "Couldn't you just mind your business? I just don't understand why you did that."

"Because I'm an asshole," he tells you honestly, "I really was bored and I didn't know what harm I'd cause."

"You're unbelievable. You never know, Yoongi," you tell him angrily, not hiding your disappointment. "I know we aren't friends but I was at least expecting you to have my back." you scoff at yourself.

Maybe you're making this more dramatic than it has to be. You didn't even know how much this whole thing upsets you and that you actually were expecting him to have your back, not until now.

"You women are dramatic, just another reminder why I'd rather deal with guys," Yoongi comments, making you look at him furiously as the corners of his mouth twitch but he controls himself, sighing. "Like I said, I crossed a line and I'm sorry for that. You're right, it wasn't my business and if Benjamin made you feel uncomfortable, you did what you thought is right,"

You stare at him.

"I still think you should've been upfront with him. You shouldn't care about others feelings too much, be more honest because than it'll backfire at you,"

Did he just give you advice?

It's funny how you've been told you're honest your whole life. And you are. You know you're straight-forward, honest and blunt. But it does not always apply to every situation and it really depends on that situation you're in. For example, you really wanted to spare Benjamin's feelings because he has never openly said he likes you or anything like that. If he did, you'd be honest with him and tell him politely you're not interested. You wouldn't have to lie to him.

"So now that's done, my business here is finished." Yoongi says, smacking his hands together as he gives you a tight smile and turns around without another word.

You stand there speechless, staring in disbelief as his figure slowly disappears among the group of people who enter the break-room. Shaking yourself out of your stunned state, you finish your tea quickly and go back to work.

It's around lunch time, too consumed with your work and not feeling hungry at all, that you stay behind and work on some calls that need to be made when you see Yoongi again. You're surprised he's still lingering there considering most people from this department went out for lunch. But his sharp and expressionless face is not the first thing you see and it is not an indication of him still being in the building.

It's the paper bag with a croissant in it being tossed onto your desk that makes you jump, rushing to apologize to the woman who's on the phone with you that sounds concerned on the other line. Looking at Yoongi, you see him briefly giving you a look – noticing he's wearing a jacket that means he was outside and came back just now.

The woman's voice is just an empty sound you can't concentrate on, not as you watch Yoongi giving you no other reaction as he drags his feet to his desk, holding his own paper bag from the bakery nearby. For the rest of the day, he doesn't spare you a glance but you're not innocent either because you never thank him for the croissant he bought you. You didn't ask for it but you still appreciate it.

None of you mention it but that's how things are with you. Some things are better left unsaid – at least that's how things are better with Yoongi.

When you come home after a long day, the apartment is quiet and for a moment you think Jungkook is working outside again, but that's soon to be proved wrong when you hear sounds coming from his office. The door stays closed and you tell yourself you're going to wait for him to come outside to ask him if he wants the take-away tonight. You're too tired to cook tonight, plus you feel the sudden pressure in your lower back and stomach from time to time, knowing it's just a matter of time before the first round of cramps will make themselves known.

You could just go there and knock, ask him if he wants something to eat since there's nothing cooked and you'd like to eat something before you fall into your state of pain and uncomfortable period symptoms. But you decide to wait a little bit longer, hearing voices which makes you wonder if he's calling with someone. Plus, whenever he has his office door closed you don't like to interrupt him because even if he never said anything about it, you know he closes the door to have privacy and time to work.

So in the meantime, you take a warm shower and make yourself an alchemilla tea after you change into more comfortable clothes. You wait a few minutes, texting with Jimin for a minute as you ask him if he's alright since Taehyung told you he's apparently sick. He doesn't give you too many details, just says he must have caught a cold but it's nothing serious, he's still going to work like any other adult person that's scared to take a sick leave.

Your stomach grumbles a little, notifying you of hunger considering you haven't eaten much today and you weren't exactly hungry, until now. Seeing Jungkook has been locked in his office ever since you came, you decide to knock on his door after all.

Fist in the air to knock and brows furrow, you hear another voice that definitely isn't coming from the phone and you realize Jungkook has someone in there. It is weird because he has never mentioned anything about visitors but you don't pay too much attention to it, since he can invite whoever he wants to his home. You just wonder how you could have not noticed the extra pair of shoes in the entry that doesn't belong to you or Jungkook.

Knocking, you hear Jungkook let out a response with a short "Yeah?" causing you to open the door to find two pairs of eyes already staring at you. Even through your confusion at the sight of another woman sitting right next to Jungkook behind his desk, you greet both of them as they greet you back.

"Hey, how is it going?" you ask, smiling at the young woman that seems to be familiar but there is barely enough time for you to think about when you have seen her before.

"Good, I'm just showing Ester my recent works," Jungkook answers happily, grinning at Ester who gives him a shy smile and seems to be a little surprised by your sudden appearance. "Oh, you met her before, you remember? In the club?"

Ah, that's where you know her from. She's the woman Taehyung was trying to introduce to Jungkook which turned out to actually happen. According to the words he said to you that night, he just wanted Jungkook to meet someone and talk to someone new.

Turns out they have more in common since she's a photographer too, which would probably explain why she's here and they're both looking at Jungkook's work on his computer.

"Ah, yes, hi! It's good to see you again," you tell her with a smile, still unsure of her presence but you have no reason to be impolite.

She's pretty just like you remember her being that night. Well, she definitely wears less make-up and you get to see her features more clearly, since you're out of the darkness of the club where you saw her the last time. The same could be said to you because even if you weren't putting the best effort in your appearance that night, your face is make-up free and you are wearing baggy clothes right now. Still, she definitely looks more presentable than you at the moment.

"Y/N, right?" she asks and you nod, "It's good to see you again." she says back, returning the polite smile as you look back at Jungkook which catches his attention since you're reminded why you're here.

"I was just about to order some food, I'm not in the mood to cook tonight. Do you guys want something?" you ask, well both of them since Ester is here and it would be impolite not to include her.

It seems like Jungkook took care of her since there's a bowl of snacks on the desk and he must've offered her a drink too. Your can of sprite to be exact but it's not like it matters.

"Oh, no, thank you! I'm leaving actually," Ester informs you, glancing at Jungkook as they look at each other until he glances back at you.

"Sure, I'll just have the same you order for yourself," Jungkook tells you, "Thanks."

You nod, feeling like it's a fried wings type of night knowing what order Jungkook would choose anyway. You excuse yourself, giving them one final smile before you close the door and leave them up to their business.

By the time you order the food and make yourself comfortable on Jungkook's couch, cuddled up with a blanket that's wrapped around your body, the door of Jungkook's office opens.

"...like I said, it's nothing to be stressed about. I've seen your work and I wouldn't recommend you if I didn't believe in you. You'll do great..." You hear Jungkook, Ester nodding at him with a smile that shows gratitude.

She bids you a goodbye once she notices you on the couch and the sounds coming from the television. You sit upright, waving at her and saying goodbye to her, ignoring the sharp pain in your lower stomach. You hear their muffled voices for a minute or two until the front door is closed.

Pressing the heating pad on your stomach, you pray the food delivery will arrive soon so you can at least eat something before you go to sleep. Jungkook's feet paddle against the floor as he joins, the space next to you bending slightly under his bed.

"Did you order the food?" he asks lightly, checking what you're watching just to find you're binge-watching Harry Potter again which makes him mentally chuckle.

"Yeah, it should be here soon," you answer, voice muffled by the blanket as Jungkook frowns, noticing your state.

"You okay?"

"I just got my period," you tell him, glancing at him just to not be able to hold back the pout that makes it onto your lips.

"Aw," Jungkook lets out, "Did you take something?"

"Yeah, it got too uncomfortable," you answer, "Sometimes it's manageable but there is a month when it gets too much."

Jungkook nods, staring at you in a pity wishing he could do something for you but he knows there's nothing much he can do. So he just cuddles to you, slightly frightened you'll tell him to fuck off considering women are unpredictable when on their period, joining your warm space under the blanket.

He kisses you into your hair, hand placed over your stomach to already find the heating pad there.

"Do you need anything?" he asks, causing you to shake your head.

"No, thanks," you tell him quietly, "I already made myself a tea, took a painkiller and have my heating pad," you inform him which makes him nod. "But you could rub my tummy, if you're so willing to help." you tell him with a giggle across your shoulder which makes him laugh.

Never misses an opportunity for some good rubbing, Jungkook thinks as he shakes his head at you with a grin plastered on his lips, hand already pushing the heating pad away to caress your aching lower stomach.

You hum comfortably, the painkiller already starting to work as the intervals of your cramps mitigate slowly.

"How was your day?" Jungkook asks quietly beside you, head resting against one of the cushions as he watches the movie with you.

"You're not going to believe it but Yoongi actually apologized to me today," you share the news excitedly with him, Jungkook rolling his eyes at the mention of the annoying man just right when you lay on your back, motioning for Jungkook to continue with his caressing. "And he bought me a croissant for lunch."

"You didn't eat lunch?" Jungkook frowns, your turn to roll your eyes at him.

"Wasn't hungry that much," you mutter, feeling as if you're about to get scolded by your parents but Jungkook just sighs. "Anyways, he did apologize in his style but I was so shocked that he did."

"He had a reason to apologize," Jungkook says and you nod, shrugging.

"Yeah, well, he never apologizes so I guess that's why I was so shocked."

"What a lovely man..." Jungkook says sarcastically, causing you to smack your lips as you raise your brow at him.

So you share everything that's been said between you and him, not forgetting to point out he actually admitted that it wasn't any of his business and that he crossed a line. Jungkook just nods, not really giving you any verbal response even though the clear annoyance of topic 'Yoongi' is very much visible. Ending this topic of conversation, you ask him about his day and even though you don't voice it out, Jungkook sees your curiosity of Ester's sudden presence in his home.

"I was editing the entire day, made some bookings and things like that," Jungkook tells you, "I invited Ester because... you remember when I told you about Junho offering me the job?"

You nod.

"Yeah, well he was looking for another person and Ester came to my mind. We followed each other the night we met at the club. She finished college two years ago and has been trying to start her own business, but she's still pretty new at it but she's really good at what she's doing. I get the feeling she's very insecure about her work and it's sad because she really is talented. So I asked her if she would be interested in working with me on the project in your company. She's been struggling financially as well, from what I've understood and I know how hard it is to start. I had no one to explain things to me or help me, it sucks when you have no one. So I offered to help." Jungkook explains, telling you how the two of them actually met again.

"That's sweet of you, Kook," you tell him genuinely, smiling at your friend that just shrugs as if it was nothing. "Show me her Insta." you propose, so he momentarily stops rubbing your stomach to pull out the phone out of his pants.

With one hand, he opens the app and hands you the phone to check her account.

There aren't that many pictures of her, most of them just of nature and animals but there are some people that look like her friends. In one or two she's in them as well but there are no solo shots of her, which to be honest you'd expect the opposite because she looks photogenic.

"Wow, she really is good." you hum as Jungkook silently agrees, tossing his phone next to him once you hand him the device.

"We just showed more of our stuff to each other and I kinda explained to her what the project is about, what her role is going to be in it. I mean, Junho said he'll tell me more details soon so it's not like I know everything about it."

"Yeah, there isn't much information or further details yet. At least nothing you already don't know," you inform him, knowing the further details should be discussed this week. "I'll look into it tomorrow, it's supposed to happen in two months and we don't have much time to organize everything."

All of you in the company have to make sure everything is planned and settled. Two months might seem like a long time but it really is not. You have to have everything planned for the next big meeting which should happen with Mr. Huang who's going to be present through a video call, so you can present it to him and make sure everything is up to date.

Glancing at Jungkook, you find him staring at you with a mischievous smirk which makes you laugh in confusion.

"What are you staring at?"

"You're kinda hot when you talk business,"

You burst in laughter, ignoring the little butterflies his compliment caused.

"Shut up," you scold him, interrupted with a buzzing notification from your phone. "The food's here."

But Jungkook is already standing up, getting the food and coming back quickly with the delicious smell of fried wings and fries which makes you almost moan. You dig right in, stuffing your face until you're too full to continue but Jungkook assures you he'll gladly finish the food.

When you mention and tease him about his diet, all he gives you in response is a great view of his tattooed middle finger.

You can't believe your desperation.

With the absence of Jungkook for the past couple of days, the only time you got to properly talk to him were the evenings whenever you'd watch a one episode of some show, you realize that you got slightly needy.

Maybe it's the fact that Jungkook has been barely home, working on his own projects to the point he couldn't join you in mini-golfing with Jimin and Taehyung last weekend, which was the only time you've hung out ever since you moved into Jungkook's place. It's not his fault and you completely understand that.

If he's home, he's usually back in his office working again and you could clearly see how exhausted and busy he has been. Work isn't the only thing that occupies his free time. He makes sure to go to the gym to keep himself sane, which you understand, because you've your own routine to do whenever you come back home after a busy day. A lot less productive than Jungkook working out for two full hours.

You still have time to talk about your day but the true absence which makes you desperate is Jungkook's touch. It sounds silly and you think of it this way because you're not ready to have sex every day. But you're not going to lie – your period ended and you kind of expected something to happen, whether it was a way to make each other feel good after an exhausting day or just simply using the fact you're hooking up.

The truth is that nothing happened which again, you actually understand because Jungkook seems to be too busy and his head is in other places.

You obviously couldn't have sex while you were on your period, at least it's not something you wanted to brought up to the table. But after your period ended, things just stayed the same. Busy and absent.

It's got to be your hormones, you're sure of it. Because at first you were fine with not having sex at every opportunity, even if there weren't that many to begin with.

But Jungkook would just do his own thing and so would you. Sleeping next to him being shirtless definitely hasn't been helping. Or the sight of him coming out of the shower with nothing but a towel wrapped lowly on his hips.

Anyway, the lack of Jungkook's touch or him showing any interest in you made you want to stomp like a little kid. It's true Jungkook is usually the one to initiate sex or anything intimate. The only time you actually initiated something was when you were tipsy.

Shortly said, you grew tired after a week of nothing happening and it's been only recently that you've started to feel sexually frustrated. And the memories of Jungkook innocently brushing his hand past your lower back in the mornings whenever you'd meet in the kitchen before your work has definitely sparked the flame of desperation and horniness. Or the fresh scent of him whenever he'd come out of the shower, hair still wet and skin glistening.... Fuck.

You've heard him playing a video game when you brought him the cinnamon rolls you've baked today – a poor attempt at trying to distract yourself. Honestly, it's not that dramatic but he's not working anymore and you kind of salivate at the thought of his dick. Plus, the last time you had sex was when you were attending your company's party together – the simply memory of that is giving you butterflies.

Walking into his office and being met with gun shooting sounds, you find him in the same position as you've last seen him with the only difference of an empty plate on the desk.

Shamelessly, you stand behind his chair and sneak your arms down his chest, chin resting on top of his head as you stare at the game. He barely pays you attention, cursing under his breath when he misses the shot but shows his great gaming skills when he manages to kill the other character.

His hair smells nice of his shampoo, looking fluffy and wild considering there's no hair-tie that holds it in place this time. His chest feels hard under your touch, your hands itching to touch him some more but clearly, your presence isn't important right now because Jungkook's big eyes stay glued on the screen.

"Kook," you whine, "How long are you going to play this game?"

"Why?" Jungkook murmurs, cursing right before a triumphal "Ha!" startles you.

"I'm bored," you tell him, standing straight as you keep your arms next to your body, slowly walking around the chair to lean against his desk to face him.

But no response is heard from the man in front of you, who's too immersed in that stupid game of his which makes you purse your lips in annoyance. He's making this very hard and while you're trying to do things in a subtle way, you're not sure how long you'll be capable of doing that.

You groan silently, poking your head in Jungkook's direction which makes him frown. "Y/N!" he scolds you loudly, whining when you're covering most of his screen.

"Jungkook we've barely been hanging out lately," you whine, fully realizing you sound like a bratty child but who cares. Jungkook clearly doesn't as he hums, making you wonder if he's even listening to you. "Can we hang out?"

"What do you want to do?" he asks mindlessly, pressing the keyboard's button repeatedly.

"I don't know...." you mutter, pouting as you slightly rock on your heels, whining loudly when Jungkook totally ignores you once again.

So you stand in front of him, earning a fit of complaints right away. This way Jungkook finally looks at you, frowning with a pout on his own lips before he grabs your waist and tries to pull you away. "It's the final round! Babe, come on! I'm gonna do everything you want later, just let me finish this!" he says too quickly, probably not even realizing what the stupid petname caused to your burning flame of desire between your thighs.

Sighing, you move to let him finish the stupid game while the loud sigh of relief resounds from him once he notices he luckily hasn't been killed yet.

So you stand there, looking grumpy as ever while you listen to constant keyboard smashing and clicking caused by Jungkook's quick fingers.

Three minutes later, when you're debating to leave because this is ridiculous, Jungkook finally smacks his hands in one quick and hard clap, showing his smug joy of winning. He leans back against the chair, stretching his neck before he finally gives you the attention you've been desperately trying to get.

"What's up?"

You scoff, laughing at the absurdity of this situation.

That catches Jungkook's attention and his eyes slightly widen in surprise and confusion, hands reaching for your hips as he brings you closer to him and you let him. Pulling you to his lap, you sit on his thighs with heart picking up pace with each second you're closer to him.

"Is there a reason why you're being this needy?" he chuckles, cocking his head to the side slightly.

You're not sure what possesses you but suddenly his gaze seems too much, so you lean your head against the crook of his neck, using the fact he can't see your face this way.

"I'm just bored," you murmur, feeling his hand on your hip as he squeezes it.

You don't see him poking his tongue into the inside of his cheek, a knowing smirk on his lips as he hums against you. You're never this needy and you wouldn't come here just because you're bored. You'd scold him or do anything else rather than having that look in your eyes. You probably don't know how easy it is to read you.

Jungkook didn't realize the reason for you coming here, not until you just stood by with a weird look on your face, clearly preventing yourself from either saying or doing something. So he has taken the chance to touch you and bring you closer to him. And what did you do? Listened to him like an obeyed puppy and that's when he knew.

"Just bored, huh?" Jungkook chuckles again, trying his best not to laugh at the way you cling to him like a little child, sitting on his lap like it's the best place to sit in. "You sure there's nothing else?"

And that's when you groan, throwing your head back for a dramatic moment which causes Jungkook to laugh while his hand caresses your hip. "You know..." you simply tell him, causing him to snort.

"Of course, I know. It's not hard to tell you're horny,"

"Jungkook!" you whine, hiding your face into the crook of his face embarrassingly while he enjoys the embarrassment you're currently experiencing.

"What? Just say you want sex, babe, it's not a crime." he teases you, causing you to groan in response.

"Don't say it like that," you mutter, "It's the stupid hormones."

Jungkook hums in response, giving the side of your ass a small smack. "Okay, let me just play one round and I'll take care of you."

Face flushed, you groan both in annoyance and embarrassment. "Seriously? You've been playing this for hours."

"Let's not be dramatic, it's barely been an hour," Jungkook rolls his eyes playfully at you, "You gotta be patient."

"You're doing this on purpose," you comment, huffing a little. "Is game seriously more important than sex with me?"

Jungkook cackles, "God, you're so needy," he murmurs cheekily, "Of course it's not, but I want to play this final round. So be a good girl, either sit on my lap and watch or wait for me in the bedroom."

Ignoring the urge to press your thighs together, you wonder what possessed Jungkook to say things like this because that's certainly another side of Jungkook.

"Jeon, I'm so wet, you've no idea." you admit desperately, placing a kiss on his jaw as you slowly start kissing his neck – your secret weapon to make him pay more attention to you. He sits there, letting you kiss and occasionally suck onto his skin, not too much though since you don't want to leave any marks.

For a moment you actually feel bad considering now Jungkook finally has free time to do something for himself, other than hitting the gym and other things he does to occupy himself. But just like Jungkook called you, you're being needy and probably selfish as well because you don't care about his stupid game. And as you sneak your hand between your bodies, locating his crotch idea you make sure to squeeze the soft bulge that's in his sweatpants. Fuck, this man isn't wearing anything underneath and you quickly have to catch yourself from moaning out loud.

"Now you're playing dirty," Jungkook groans, letting you rub his bulge as you smirk against his neck.

"If you don't want me, it's okay just tell me." you murmur, stopping your movements for a second since you had the courage to even say out loud the possibility of him not wanting to have sex with you right now. Which surely would be okay because he's allowed not to want sex whenever you want and vice versa – you'd be just fucking embarassed if that's the case right now since you've stooped low by clearly showing him your neediness.

"You crazy?" Jungkook chuckles, "I always want you."

And he's not lying because his dick in your hold hardens even through the thin material of his sweatpants.

"Then fuck me, do something." you whine, ignoring how much wet it feels between your thighs by his shameless confession.

You're not sure if he really means it or said it just for your sake – but it doesn't matter. He's clearly getting hard.

"You know what?" Jungkook hums in a low tone, "Go grab a condom from my nightstand," he tells you, giving your ass another smack as you straighten, sparkles of excitement in your eyes as you meet his gaze.

He hides a grin, licking his bottom lip as his gaze momentarily falls onto your lips.

"Bring the toy as well."

You freeze, staring at him with wide eyes before you look around confusingly.

Yes, since there's not many of your things at your own apartment – you obviously took the box with the sex toy in it as well. You certainly weren't planning to leave it for the woman that's about to move in there. Not that Jungkook gave you a choice since he told you to not forget to bring it as well – which you would even without him telling you but the fact he reminded you of it made you feel even more excited.

"Bring it... here?"

"Just do as I say," Jungkook tells you, grinning when he notices you rolling your eyes at him but you obey.

Standing up, you walk out of the office to his bedroom, quickly opening the new package of condoms before you take out the single foil. Glancing at the box that's placed in the corner of the room, you bite your lower lip before you quickly pull out the sex toy too. You're not sure what Jungkook is planning but you trust him, knowing it'll be worth it. He hasn't fucked you in his office yet, so maybe that's what he wants right now. Although, you don't exactly understand where exactly he wants to have sex since there's still a bunch of your boxes and a disassembled bed taking most of the space.

Not burdening your mind with it, you quickly grab the things and make your way over there. Jungkook is already setting the new game for him and you stare, giving him a look as he motions you with his head to come closer. You do, setting things down to his desk as he sits back onto his chair again, eyeing you up and down.

You certainly don't look too attractive. Wearing leggings and one of his baggy shirts you found laying on the washing machine in the bathroom the other day, you can't say you look your hottest at the moment.

"Take off your leggings and panties," he tells you casually, causing you to almost choke as you look at him dumbfounded, but he cocks his brow at you in challenge.

"Is–"

"Just do it," he cuts you off, motioning with his hand for you to get to it.

You hate how many butterflies and sparks it gives you.

So you listen to him, taking off your clothes just like he told you to with his eyes on you the entire time. Panties and leggings tossed on the ground, you reach for your shirt but he cuts you off with a raspy tone.

"Leave the shirt on,"

Giving him a look, he ignores it and cocks his head at his evident growing bulge that makes you swallow dryly.

"Pull me out,"

You hesitate for a second but drop onto your knees the next one, already hooking your fingers under the hem of his sweatpants as he helps you to take it off. His hardening cock almost slaps you in the face as it stands upright, still slightly growing and hardening as you lick your lips unknowingly.

You're about to touch it, wanting to taste him again because it's been a while since you had him in your mouth, but Jungkook cuts you off before you can even get close to him.

"Stand up,"

You do, still watching him attentively while trying to figure out what's his plan.

"Get the condom,"

Your hands move embarrassingly too quickly, already ripping open the foil package as you're about to hand it to Jungkook, just for him to tell you to put it on. He notices the surprise flashing on your face but you're already moving to obey him, slowly and carefully sliding the condom down his length.

"Is it good?" you ask unsurely as Jungkook has watched the whole process of you putting it on.

He grabs his length, causing you to stand upright while the wetness is starting to become too uncomfortable to you. Watching him giving himself a few testing tugs makes you bite onto your lip harshly, shamelessly salivating at the sight even when Jungkook looks up at you finding you ogling him.

"Turn around and bend over,"

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You do without any words, waiting for him to stand up or do something but surprisingly he stays in his spot, barely moving. You're about to look back at him to voice out your confusion when you suddenly feel his two fingers between your thighs, rubbing your pussy which makes you whimper.

"Fuck, you really are wet," Jungkook says in amazement, rubbing your clit and folds for a good minute as you grind into his hand.

The second he pulls away you're ready to cry out, eager for him to continue because you get a feeling you'd be able to cum just by him rubbing you. That's how desperate you are.

But before you could make any sound of disapproval, Jungkook licks his two fingers by putting them into his mouth, just in the right time for you to see as you look across your shoulder.

And then he puts them out, wiping the saliva onto his shirt as he pats his lap.

"Come sit on it," He wants you, what? Before you can properly show your shock, he's gently grabbing you by your hips and pulling you into his lap. "Come on," he prompts you with a light but raspy tone.

Glancing again across your shoulder to make sure this position could actually work, you find Jungkook gripping his length with one hand while the other stays on your hip, gently guiding you onto his lap.

The moment you feel his tip grazing over your hole, you gasp and press your thighs together. You still don't fully sit on him, hands gripping the arm rests of his chair to keep yourself balanced. The position will clearly make it harder for him to enter you and as if Jungkook could hear your thoughts, his deep and raspy voice reaches your ears.

"Spread your legs a little,"

It's kind of an awkward position with your ass in the air and legs slightly spread, you don't get the time to dwell on how it must look because Jungkook pushes his tip inside of you, making you gasp in an instant. Brows pinched together, you almost fall back on him at the pressure of his length slowly entering you. When Jungkook's tip is safely inside of you, spreading you for his hard cock, his hand reaches between your thighs as he locates your clit, giving it a few slow circles to help you relax.

Hand on your hip slowly pulling you down on his lap, you also put some pressure as you carefully start sitting down on him, moaning when you can feel him inside of you as he stretches you. Your wetness provides enough lube not to make this unnecessarily painful and even though the stretch is tight and it burns, you love every second of it. You hear Jungkook sigh in pleasure once you press your thighs together like before. He feels your walls tightening but he mostly focuses on you, making sure this position isn't hurting you. He hasn't stretched you out after all and there has not been any foreplay. Just you and your needy cunt.

Moments later and you finally fully sit down, whimpering when your ass meets his pubic bone as his length is fully nestled inside of you. Your back automatically meets his chest, head thrown back as you're trying to make yourself relax but it's hard when your walls clench around him, trying to get used to him inside of you.

"You did great," he mutters, lips placed on your temple for a short second. "Now sit back and wait."

What?

Eyes instantly open, you're met with a sight of the ceiling before you tilt your head towards him, already finding him staring back at the computer screen as he pushes the chair closer to the desk.

"What?" you mutter in confusion, still trying to get out of your already fucked out state.

"You heard me," he tells you, barely giving you a glance as he starts a new game causing your jaw to drop in disbelief. "Have you ever heard of cockwarming?"

"You can't be serious," you scoff.

Of course, you know what that is. You did wonder about it before but it has never been on your mind with Jungkook. Not with him when whenever you were about to had sex, you were too eager to feel him. You just don't think you're the right person for this since you lack patience. Cockwarming sounds like a torture.

"It's a compromise," he tells you, trying to hide the amused tilt to his tone.

You're speechless, trying to wrap your head around what is happening as Jungkook happily goes back to his game as the sounds of it start to play from the speakers.

"Jungkook," you whine not even a minute later, finally feeling the familiar burn of pleasure that comes back and is nowhere near satisfied.

You need at least some kind of friction. You clench around his length unwillingly, your body asking for more as your name leaves Jungkook's mouth in a low and warning tone.

"I can't do this, don't do this to me." you whine, throwing your head back again to lean it against his shoulder as he quietly chuckles under his breath. This bastard...

"Spread your legs you brat," Jungkook tells you through his clenched teeth, hands still skillfully playing the game as he shoots other players. You do as you're told, spreading your legs. "Now bring them up."

Ah... you know what he means, so you bring your legs up which isn't completely comfortable either since your muscles protest a little bit – you, doing the bare minimum for your body in the form of basic stretching or exercising.

The cold air hits your crotch right away and you shiver, not because of the sudden breeze but the fact you're stuffed full with Jungkook's cock. Your knees hinder a little bit since his arms are outstretched to play with the keyboard and mouse, but somehow it's not as bad and he is able to play even with your knees up.

Jungkook continues to play the game as if none of this is happening in the first place, making you mentally scoff in disbelief at this man and his self restraint. His hands are busy, not where you want them to be for sure, so there's not a chance he'll do anything at this point.

So you clench around him, grinding your hips a little which earns you a disapproving grunt in return.

"Kook," you moan, shamelessly grinding with his cock inside of you because you definitely won't just sit there and go through this torture.

"Grab the toy," he orders all of a sudden, causing you to stop your shameless grinding as you glance at the toy. "Do it." he says with a firm tone when you take a moment to react.

Thinking he has a plan, you listen to him and grab the sex toy he has so kindly gifted you. To be honest, whenever you'd use it alone it didn't bring you such pleasure as you wanted. But when you use it with Jungkook, that's a whole nother story.

You're not sure what to do with it, having a tight grip of the cock-shaped toy makes your cheeks feel hot for some reason. But luckily, Jungkook is here to guide you.

"Turn it on,"

"Turn it on?"

"For fucks sake, just do it babe," Jungkook grumbles through clenched teeth, your heart picking up its pace at the word again.

You turn it on, the sex toy coming to life as it starts vibrating in your hand. Your whole hand buzzes and your face gets flushed, your eyes glancing at Jungkook's side profile as you find him staring at the screen with a clenched jaw.

He takes his chances, pulling his left hand off the keyboard just to adjust and make you grip the sex toy the opposite way. He leads your hand between your legs, pressing the buzzing and vibrating device against your clit which makes you arch your back immediately, a loud gasp resounding from your open mouth.

"Fuck, holy shit this feels good," you gasp, Jungkook's hand leaving yours as you want nothing but whine at the loss of touch. It's funny because his cock is still inside of you, fully erected and ready, but you still yearn for more touch. Somehow, it feels like he's not touching you enough.

"Yeah?" Jungkook asks breathlessly, feeling you repeatedly clench as the toy brings you another wave of pleasure. "Make yourself cum then."

And you do because this is the only way to do that for now. Your body moves naturally, still looking for some kind of friction as you grind, wanting to feel Jungkook's cock moving, but you're immediately scolded and warned by Jungkook. He really expects you to just sit on his cock?

You're beyond annoyed and frustrated, hating how restricted you currently feel but weirdly enough, the whole situation is so fucking hot and something you've never done or experienced before. And the fact that Jungkook looks so hot and he barely does anything. You imagine how your connection must look right now and you wish Jungkook had a mirror nearby, so you could see it with your own eyes. You're so full of him, desperate for him to thrust inside you like he always does. Desperate for him to deliver a few slaps on your ass, gripping your hips tightly as you can hear the sinful sounds of your body meeting his one.

You really like to torture yourself but the simple thoughts that can be also considered as memories make you feel even more hot, your whole body already burning with desire. You wish you wouldn't be gripping the armrest with your right hand, so you could grab your breast and squeeze it like Jungkook does. But you're too scared to move much, scared to lose the unbelievable pleasure that flows through your whole body.

You circle the toy against your clit, moaning a set of curses while Jungkook's breath gets hitched every now and then but besides that, he barely reacts.

Growing more desperate, you feel the familiar knot that suddenly snaps and before you know it, you're already cumming around Jungkook's cock with the sex toy still pressed against your swollen clit. Riding yourself off the orgasm, the toy slips from your hand and hits the floor with an audible thud, your whole body relaxing as it keeps clenching around Jungkook's cock for a few more moments until you're completely satisfied.

Too fucked out, you flinch once Jungkook abandons the game and sneaks his hand between your thighs to rub his fingers over your pussy, right around where he's nestled inside you to find you swollen and wet.

"Fuck," he simply mutters, rubbing you as you whimper and moan at the same time.

"I can't believe you just made me do that," you admit breathlessly, tilting your head towards Jungkook as he looks at you with a smirk, moisturizing his bottom lip with a tip of his tongue.

He shifts on his spot, his length poking you on a weird spot inside you that makes you whimper.

"Ow,"

"Sorry," he apologizes right away, patting your sides to get you off him. He helps you, holding you by your hips as you're trying to stand up on your wobbly legs.

Using his desk for support, you lean against it as you face Jungkook, noticing how wet and coated the condom is with your cum.

"What a mess," Jungkook teases, glancing up at you with mischievous eyes but your eyes are too focused on the treasure between his legs.

Dropping down on your knees, ignoring how they hurt from the impact, you give Jungkook a glance and cock your head towards him.

"Take the condom off," you tell him, watching how dark his eyes suddenly turn as he understands you immediately.

He does slide it off, debating for a second where to put it and you snort, causing him to roll his eyes at you before he tosses it carelessly on the ground, but not before he rolls it over so the wet part is inside. He wipes the wet fingers against his shirt just as you settle more comfortably between his legs and wrap your hand around him.

He sighs in content, leaning his head back as he lets you do your own thing.

You lick him, kiss his tip, suck on it as you truly cherish the pleasure you're giving him. He groans here and there, making soft but audible sounds which makes you satisfied because Jungkook isn't the type to scream his lungs out. He sounds so hot with the deep and raspy groans, occasional sighs as he lets you unknowingly know that you're doing a good job.

He's in his own world, grunting once you finally wrap your mouth around him and try to take as much as you can of his hard length. You dribble down his length, your saliva sliding down the hard and veiny skin, down to his balls. You suck him off, growing accustomed to a one rhythm while your other hand pressed against his balls, rubbing them which makes him almost shoot out of his place.

You've never been so bold with anyone but Jungkook always livens up another version of you. Version that even you didn't know about. Or maybe it's the fact how comfortable you feel to do all of these things with him.

You've noticed how Jungkook likes to be touched there, it's like his breaking point in every blowjob and you're happy, mentally cheering, at your own discovery.

Even though it has never been your favorite sexual act to do, Jungkook kind of changed that. You never liked to have a mouth full of dick, choking yourself for some air with a need to gag. In your teenage years, close to adult years, you always wondered how it'll feel like and to some extent, you never understood what's so special about it.

Yes, you still don't like to gag feeling like you'll throw up any second because – who likes that? But there's a certain kind of pleasure in giving pleasure to your partner. You also once thought the penis has to be the ugliest human and male part. But now you're salivating just at the sight of Jungkook's one.

You can't give Jungkook all the credit. Even when you started dating Haechan, you obviously experimented a lot because then you were very inexperienced. Your interest in blowjobs and different sexual acts grew. But only Jungkook sparked a new rush of interest. And maybe that's why he's so irresistible, maybe that's why you're willing to play with fire if it means having a mindblowing sex life.

"You close?" you ask breathlessly, a trail of saliva connecting you to his cock as he breathes out at the sight. His tensed thighs and rushed breaths give you a clue he might be.

"Yeah, shit," he answers, watching you through the hooded eyes. "Where can I cum?"

"Whenever you want," you answer immediately, Jungkook biting harshly onto his lower lip as he quickly searches your face while your hand works on his length, pumping it and squeezing it.

"Fuck, take your shirt off," he demands, your eyes widening a little as they spark with a new found interest.

Jungkook's tone is urged and rushed, causing you to act quickly as you momentarily let go of his cock and pull the shirt over your head, exposing your naked breasts to him.

"Fuck, you're a goddess," Jungkook curses, your whole chest and stomach clenching with butterflies and you can't help but smile at the praise and compliment.

And then your lips curl into a tiny smirk, your mouth sucking on his tip that makes him groan loudly, head thrown back once again with his eyes shut. You bop your head again, trying to take all of him which is almost impossible but you still try your best, always retrieving when you feel as gagging.

"Gonna cum on your tits, okay?" Jungkook manages to let out, voice groggy and you hum a soft "Mhm" around him, and he swears he's about to see stars.

A few more pumps and seconds of the warmness of your mouth, he informs you he's cumming so you pull away, his hand replacing yours as he quickly jerks himself off. You watch with dark but attentive eyes that makes Jungkook think how cute you look, kneeling on the floor completely naked waiting for him to paint your skin with his cum. And that's his breaking point, his cum shooting straight onto your chest, some of it getting on your neck.

The warm white liquid paints your skin, his hand working on his length as he jerks himself through the orgasm. A small amount still spurts out of his tip but in a slower manner, coating your nipples as his cum drips down your chest.

You look down at it, breath hitching at the sight of his cum on your skin. Fuck, this is so hot. But then Jungkook does something that makes you salivate. He takes his dick and guides it towards your chest, smearing the cum over your breasts as his cock starts softening. Once he's done he looks smug as fuck, smirking with hooded eyes and hair falling into his face.

You stand up, just for Jungkook catching you and pulling you towards him. He pushes you closer to him causing you to bend down slightly as you're baffled about what he is about to do. But then he licks a long stripe between the valley of your breasts, tasting his own cum. And as he pulls away, he gives you a cocky grin which makes your breath hitch.

Next second you know, his hands are on your ass cheeks as he spreads them open, chuckling a little at your completely speechless expression. And then, delivering a gentle slap to one of your ass cheeks, he licks his wet lips.

"You already know what to do."

Turning on your heel, you rush to the bathroom to take a shower to clean off Jungkook's drying cum. Little do you know Jungkook watches you as you walk out of his bathroom, biting into his lip at the sight of your naked figure.

#bts angst #bts fluff #bts au #bts smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #personasintro

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sanhwaism · 3 months

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bf!ateez and that one specific habit they do that highlights their love language

pairing ⟡ bf .ᐟ ot8 x gn .ᐟ reader

genre ⟡ established relationship, romance, fluff

author's note ⟡ haaaaapy valentine's day 💌☁️ not long ago i have reached 100 followers eeek ^_^ so so grateful for every single one of you!! take this as my gift for both this milestone and valentine's day <3 (the specific habit of theirs will be written in italics just so it can be easier to spot hehe)

k. hongjoong — quality time

ah yes, the busy and very hardworking captain :,)

he's aware of the time spent in his studio; composing and producing music are in his nature after all!

so he feels very thankful that you are understanding and always there for him to cheer him up or reassure him that he doesn't have to feel guilty even when he's pulling all nighters there

yet he still feels bad deep down

at the same time he can't abandon his work

so every chance he gets — and i mean EVERY — when he's not that overworked he makes sure to learn about what you're into so he can spend time with you in a way which you'd enjoy the most

whether it's a new game you're into, or a tv show or a book or

the moment you mention it ONCE???? be sure he's taking a mental note and paying the closest attention to it

because he acknowledges that it will be useful for later

no matter what it is, he'll try his best to pick up on it so you can have a great time together

"oh is this the new video game you started playing? guess what i actually got into it as well so we can play it together now!! :D!"

"oh i know you told me about this book you're reading so i bought a copy as well and i started it whenever i took breaks at work!! let's talk about it!! :D!"

sobs

he's genuinely so thoughtful

so yes, knowing how much time he spends away from you makes him want to learn more about your interests so the moment he has you back in his embrace, he will make sure to repay you in the sweetest way possible!

p. seonghwa — words of affirmation

the type of boyfriend that always makes sure you know how great you're doing and how proud he is of you :(

he wouldn't go a day without praising you

if he is away from you because of work, expect a very early morning message from him in which he wishes you a good day ahead, that you will do great no matter what and he hopes you get to eat some yummy food in the meantime

and then later that day more encouraging words to keep you motivated and to also remind you that he loves you dearly

sobbing again

he wants you to tell him every detail about your day so he can praise every single effort you're making out there, no matter how small or insignificant you think it is

he'd tell you that just thinking of you gives him enough energy to go throughout the day

and he'll try his best to comfort you with his magical healing words if there is something you're going through

one thing about seonghwa is that he will validate your feelings no matter what. and that makes you feel so safe and appreciated and so so loved :(((

he's just comfort personified

he feels like hot chocolate served with marshmallows on top in front of the fireplace

if he's home and there are no miles that distance him from you, every single affectionate word that comes out of his mouth sounds even more soft hearted if that's possible

because not only does he know how to pick the best words and when to use them, but also the tone of his voice is just so soft and soothing

and now that no screen separates you both, his praises feel even more meaningful

he'd gently smile while caressing your cheek and whisper that he missed you so much and now that the day is over, everything that you have accomplished makes him so proud <3

j. yunho — physical touch

oh my god

PLEASE listen to me

when i say that i keep seeing those specific cutest clips of yunho that altered my brain chemistry

i mean it

they altered it so badly to the point where my opinion on his love language changed

everything clicks in your head the moment you realize that yunho has been doing this gesture to you after you two got more comfortable with each other

you walk baside him while holding his hand?

all of the sudden you feel his large, soft hand on the top of your head

he looks at you all smiley while you talk to him?

the next second his hand is moving towards the crown of your head, cutely ruffling your hair

you're eating and paying attention to the food before your very eyes?

headpat.

another headpat.

cute little soft headpat

is it the height difference that just makes him unable to control his hand from such sweet gesture?

probably

most certainly, actually

he just can't help it :( one look at how cute you look and you don't even get the chance to finish your sentence be–

yup. headpat!!!!!

it's never enough for him, there are times where he feels the urge to just start speedily yet gently tap the top of your head countless times while your head just bops up and down

the way people do with their pets when the cuteness aggression hits (please tell me you know what i mean)

if you dont i gotchu i provide with visual representation here! (volume warning!!!! its loud!!)

he finds that HILARIOUS and so adorable at the same time

he'd just start giggling and you can't help but enjoy his laugh and playfulness

but if he doesn't stop you're gonna get dizzy a bit so he'll recieve a headpat in return!

... just a more aggressive one

call it a cute bonk ^_^

emotionally prepare yourself not to get TOO affected by his sudden puppy eyes because how dare you do such thing to him :<

apologize with a forehead smooch and he'll get all shy and so cutieful

k. yeosang — acts of service

your personal trainer angel fairy dreamy looking like boyfriend

fondly sighs

yeosang's love for you is so gentle and thoughtful

he's your safe haven

his best way to express his feelings is by making sure you're always taking care of yourself, especially reminding you daily to take your supplements and vitamins!!

one day while you were cuddling him on the couch, you expressed your desire to have a more balanced and healthy lifestyle because he inspires you to do so

that was the moment a big shiny lightbulb lit up above yeosang's head

because he had the perfect idea how to help!! :D

the next day you'd already have in your hands a cute storage vitamin box that he got for you where you can organize your vitamins by days so it can be easier for you :(

of course he has one as well

he is always the one that helps you buy them once you run out

and he'd try his best to do his research based on your preferences and what seems to work best for you

when you tell him how much of a big difference they've been making and how much more energetic you feel, his smile melts your heart

he gets all bashful and giggles to himself, waving his hand as if he doesn't consider that he has done a lot

(well i consider eating him in one bite)

after all, that's what a good boyfriend should do! no biggie!

but yeosang has no idea how much it means to you; for him to always check up in you, to be your daily reminder just in case you forget about the vitamins, to diligently help you achieve the healthy lifestyle you strive for

c. san — physical touch

everyone please act shocked

of course it's physical touch

i feel like i'd commit a crime if i didn't pick it

he's just a cute clingy cat :(

you figured out his love language quite fast, a little bit after you have made your relationship official and gave him your consent

he was shy at first

VERY shy

at first he could feel satisfied enough even with just your hand in his, or a timid hug

honestly he just wanted you near him!

but after some time when both of you got more comfortable with each other and after lots of showers with affection,

he started attacking your cheeks in the cutest way possible

every time he would have you near him, you'd see him suddenly leaning towards one side of you

next second you'd feel the softness of his cheek touching yours

and not only touch

but he would push himself even closer to you if that's possible, smushing your cheeks together while he's pouting

as if he wants to fuse both of your bodies into one because having you like that against him?? clearly isn't enough

also starts gently rubbing it against your own cheek, humming to himself because of how nice the feeling is while his eyes are closed in content

with time you got used to it and even started to like it and look forward to it

(every time i see clips of him doing that to other members i can't help but giggle)

he's just the cutest <3

no one cats the way san cats

s. mingi — quality time

the type of boyfriend that if he could, he would attach you to his hip like a lucky charm forever and ever

because you always bring him luck, inspiration and hope whenever he has you near him :(

he feels a bit lost in your absence, always looking for ways to hear from you one way or another

so a lot of times when you two would blissfully share each other's space, mingi would ask you to attend his dancing practice, so you can witness what impressive moves he came up with and what choreographies he has been working on ^^

he is truly sososososo talented

and you'd just watch him with your lips slightly parted, amazement written all over your face as your eyes would follow the way his flexible body moves like water, with such calculated and striking motions

or other times, when he'd willingly share his personal space with you in his studio where he worked on so many new instrumentals and demos that might be useful for the group's future releases or his solo projects

every minute he would turn his head towards you just so he could catch a glimpse of your face expression

and he would smile to himself as he'd gaze at the endearing way you enjoy the rhythm and overall vibe of the music

his eyes would start sparkling in the dim lighting as you praise his efforts and works

and the biggest, cutest smile would adorn his bare face

sobs mingi.. mingi!! ^__^ mingi :3 MINGI!!!!!!!!

from that moment on, he only grows more confident to have you partake in any type of project he's crafting

you soon realize that you're the only one that gets this treatment

that's how big of an effect you have on song mingi. and he loves you dearly. always share your feedback and space with him. pretty please with a cherry on top <3

he said that not me

j. wooyoung — BITING gift giving

sorry let me get serious

WOOYOUNG.

this man emanates love through every single pore so it was SO hard to pick only one love language

but it had to be done!

he's typically in his sugar baby era

but when it comes to you????????

i hope you're prepared to get spoiled ^^

his love for you is just too strong

but so is his credit card!

even before both of you confessed to each other, wooyoung had been giving you subtle hints that he was having a crush on you

and a lot of his hints were consisting mostly in him buying something for you

you eyed a cute plushie through the shop's window?

"waa, wooyoung, this plushie is so cute don't you think!!!!"

wooyoung thinks that he is buying it for you!!!!!

and you know what

he's getting two plushies actually, because they remind him of you and him

once he steps out of the shop, he hands the plushie to you with the cutest smile plastered on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes

"look, it's us," he exclaims as he brings his plushie close to the one in your hands and, to your utter surprise, makes them aggressively kiss.

(i just made myself SO devastated by writing that oh my god)

that was actually the day you two admitted having a crush on each other

from that day on, wooyoung's need to spoil you only grew

he'd want to match with you not only when it comes to a pair of plushies or ten, but clothes as well

not those that are SO visibly matching, instead more subtle ones that sort of compliment each other's looks and make you two match perfectly, like two puzzle pieces :,)

yes, wooyoung would be the one that would buy the clothes for you and surprise you with soooo many bags in front of your door, so excited for you to try on everything

he's whipped! can you blame him :(

you are his happiness and he wouldn't have it any other way, you deserve every single gift, end of discussion!!

c. jongho — acts of service

the acts of service king

i said what i said!!

also the king of americanos yup yup iktr!

speaking of americano coffee :>

in the beginning of your relationship with jongho, you'd often have dates at the prettiest, comfiest cafes in town

you'd both order your usual drink of choice, and whenever you'd get coffee, he would pay extra attention to what type of coffee is it so he can get a cup for you next time and impress you with it

not just coffee but shh this is about coffee shh

after some time, you took the relationship to the next level, moving in together;

and whenever jongho had to leave earlier than you for his schedule, the mornings would smell like the best freshly made coffee you had ever smelled

because your sweet and attentive boyfriend would try his best to copy the recipe of your favorite coffee drink

from scratch as well

grinding the best coffee beans he could find into grounds

using water heated between 195°F-205°F

aiming for a total brew time between 3-5 minutes

like this is serious for him.

because he NEEDS it to be perfect and he NEEDS to cutely brag about it and he NEEDS to make you feel very pleased!

"hey, y/n, would you like some coffee?"

"no, thank youuu, my boyfriend made me the best cup of coffee this morning !!"

he would also leave a lovely note next to the mug :(

what more could you ask for. seriously.

you're gonna have some people become jealous but hey! choi jongho THE choi jongho chose you <3 and you will always be the only one he would make coffee for, from scratch, at the first glow of the sunrise

you are the apple of his eye

the only apple he would never break in half

see what i did there :D

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klmp11s · 1 month

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I loved the first years realizing they have a crush on a guy for the first time post!!

I’m not sure if you’re open to repeats but could I get the same one with second years?

(I’ll wait a bit before requesting the third years but the prompt is so cute so if you’re open to repeats let me know !!! )

HELLO, it's you again 🫶!! I am very glad that you are sending another request, I can write later for the third year, just send me a request! (English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes)

part 1

Summary: second years realizing they have a crush on a guy for the first time (you) and how they go about that Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Ruggie Bucchi, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper, Silver Warning: male!reader, ooc(?), hcs

Riddle Rosehearts

This definitely happened after his overblot

Like, yes, he heard about you, but he had no need to start communicating with you. And now? You spend a lot of time together.

You definitely give him a sense of calm, he doesn't feel like he has to be in control of the situation.

He didn't pay attention to how he felt around you. You're his friend, obviously he loves you and wants to spend more time, doesn't he? You're definitely in his dorm a lot more often than you are in yours.

Also, you have already developed the habit of constantly coming to Riddle for tea.

I think he didn't notice his feelings for a VERY long time. Yes, you are a good and interesting friend, and you are also very handsome, but that doesn’t mean anything, does it?

Until at one point the students of the third year began to tease him because he constantly goes with you, invites you to tea together and constantly, I mean CONSTANTLY talking about you.

When this was pointed out to him, at first he did not understand at all what was wrong with it. Until they told him that he doesn’t behave with anyone except you. He even forgives you for breaking the rules! Seriously?

Okay, now that's all he can think about. He may be softer with you than with others, but he's just trying to be polite! That's all!

The next time he meets you, he becomes more observant. He is sure that you do not evoke any other feelings in him other than platonic ones and he wants to make sure of this

Although, you don't even know if you can call it "observation" when another person is just staring at you. If you point this out, he will simply turn away from you, and while his whole face is burning, you will hear a quiet apology.

Okay, maybe they were right and he's in love. Now he's starting to feel awkward. Have you noticed yet? What will he tell you? What if you don't like boys at all?

I think he might decide to be a gentleman to you and court you, but he would definitely also ask the third year students for advice. He is also DEFINITELY recognized first. He won’t allow you to do this, he also wants everything to go perfectly and will most likely invite you to a tea party, where you and he will be alone

THIS WILL BE A SPEECH, a rather long confession. But believe me, the boy is trying so hard to show his best side and look you in the eye, you know?

Okay, now you have an absolutely red cute boy whose only desire is for you to be his boyfriend. Not bad, right?

Ruggie Bucchi

This will become obvious even before he realizes that he is in love with you.

Does he follow you around, spend all his free time with you, share lunch?? Literally the boy looks at you like a puppy in love

But if you even hint at his feelings for you, he will look like this: 🤥😾

He can literally even flirt with you until you start doing it back. HE CAN DO THIS, YOU CAN'T!

If you ask, he can even let you touch his ears, but of course for a certain price, right?

He touches you all the time. Always when you are near. A hand on your shoulder, a back, a head on your shoulder, holding you by the elbow - he does all of this.

He'll know he's in love with you when he's been told for a while that he smells just like you. For a while he didn’t pay attention to it, but he began to notice that he absolutely always tries to be close to you. Even if you are with your other friends, he can come to you and quite calmly take you with him

Maybe now he understands. But I'm not sure that he will make big romantic gestures - first of all, he is not completely sure what you like and does not want to lose his friendship with you.

Therefore, now he will joke with you much more often, make hints, flirt and tease you

He may be waiting for a confession from you, but most likely he will accidentally confess to you on a completely ordinary day.

And only after a couple of seconds he realizes that he said absolutely the wrong thing. Now the blushing and nervous hyena is explained in front of you.

He's definitely trying to make it a joke. Ha, did you believe it? Of course he doesn't like you, pfft.

At some point he starts STUTTERING and just goes silent. Okay, you caught him, now what?

You can just kiss him and he will be completely lost. OK IT WAS GREAT now he obviously wants more and you won’t leave him because 1. You are now in a relationship with him 2. He just wants to snuggle with you for the rest of the day.

Azul Ashengrotto

He just wanted you to sign the contract and now you can come to him and he won’t say a word against you if you distract him from work.

He realized that he had feelings for you when the Leech twins once again teased him about the way he treated you and he simply agreed that they might be right

He regretted it. Very much. Now these two are teasing not only him but also you

Floyd even directly told you several times about Azul's feelings, but you decided to listen to him, because this is literally Floyd.

But when Jade started hinting to you that your octopus friend feels something for you, you didn’t find it funny at all

Now he tries to immediately lead you away from these two.

He's praying that you don't say anything about it. Otherwise, you will have to deal with a completely red, worried and stuttering octopus.

He also started inviting you to his dorm a lot more often. What's wrong with him wanting to spend time with his FRIEND?

Now he is absolutely in a panic and has absolutely no idea what to do. He is ready to look after you, but what if you are not interested in him?

Now his insecurities may make it a little difficult for him to confess his feelings to you, but he will eventually be able to do it. Obviously, not without the help of the twins, they literally pulled him out of this state and forced him to confess to you, because they were tired of constantly hearing about you.

If while he confesses his love to you, you tease and flirt with him, he will simply DIE. He stands completely red and your only solution is to tease him?? You can kiss him on the cheek and he will just look at you without saying a word.

Perhaps even so he did not fully understand that you also like him, but you have a way to prove your love to this cute octopus, right?

Jade Leech

I'm torn between being completely shameless and being a completely embarrassed eel.

On the one hand, he may not even deny his feelings for you if you ask, but on the other hand, he may even be afraid to talk to you since this is his first love and he doesn't know how to behave at all

He's definitely trying to act normal around you, but he literally can't act confidently around you, so that you even understand what you did to him?

Again, Floyd could have accidentally told you about this and Jade looked completely calm, although inside he was literally about to die

He also began silently courting you, trying to make a good impression on you.

I think he fully realized his love for you when you began to be interested in his hobby, how his club time went and everything like that. Is it really important for you to know this? Hmm, interesting.

Now you see him much more often, many of your friends were even worried, are you sure that he won’t do anything bad? HE LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE THIS IN YOUR EYES: ☺️😸

You're not even sure if it's a genuine smile, but you decide not to think about it. Is he happy to see you? Why not reciprocate?

Definitely admits first, but he definitely needs to make sure you like him. In general, if you respond to his advances or even flirt in return, his romantic gestures will speed up by 100%

You're literally dating someone who has the personality of Gomez Addams, how could you be any luckier?

Floyd Leech

He literally doesn't hide it?? In my opinion, absolutely everyone knows that he has feelings for you, even you. I also think he realized them completely calmly.

"Hm? And I really like him, it’s cool,” and at that very moment he goes looking for you to spend time with you.

I can congratulate you, a huge eel with mood swings is in love with you 🙉

I even feel a little sorry for you because no matter what happens, the first person he goes to is you. Did Azul give him something to do? He's coming towards you. Club time? He is coming to you to take you with him. You're going to see how cool he is, right? Is he angry, upset, happy? You'll be the first to know about it

CONSTANT PHYSICAL CONTACT. Literally lying on top of you, holding you, squeezing you, biting you, messing up your hair, picking you up and holding you in his arms - he does it all.

He may not consider it an important detail to confess, so most likely the first confession will be from you. He simply considers it unnecessary. He is interested in you, and you are interested in him, what else do you need?

This person can definitely find something strange in some store and give it to you because “it reminded him of you.” How lovely, right? I think this is the second stuffed monkey lmao

Okay, does he have your number? Now it becomes YOUR problem. This person will text and call you simply because he is bored, good luck

But let's get back to the confession. What if he confesses to you? It will definitely be something light, completely different from traditional confessions, but that’s what you love about Floyd, right?

HE WILL BE HAPPY because now he can bite your lips and now he has an official reason to leave anywhere. Sorry, his boyfriend wants to see him, who is he to keep him waiting? 🏃

Kalim Al-Asim

He won't understand that he's in love with you 😭 not because he denies feelings for you, but because he thinks that you are his friend and of course he loves you

Apparently Jamil has to listen to you 24/7. Kalim can literally bring any topic down to you. Did he meet your friends today? I wish you were with them. He came to class and you weren’t there? He is already writing to you that he would be glad for you to come. It’s already evening and he’s in his dorm? He's already invited you to a sleepover.

He is also very often around you and I think you are so used to him constantly hugging and holding you that you wouldn’t even notice if he just kissed you on the cheek.

Okay, now you and he do this all the time. All your friends and acquaintances are already so sure that you two are in a relationship that sometimes they even asked you when you will have a wedding.

Remember when I said that Floyd likes to give you something that reminds you of you? Multiply that by 100 - that's Kalim. Are you just looking at some store window? Okay, he's ALREADY there.

If you tell him that he is all you need and he doesn’t have to give you anything, he will start crying. You're so gorgeous, you know that?

If you flirt and tease him, he won't quite understand what you mean, but he might be a little embarrassed. Yes, he loves you and it looks like you know it too?

He definitely took you with him to ride on the magic carpet. HE WILL CONFESS TO YOU THE MOMENT when at night he invites you to ride on the magic carpet. (apparently Jamil told him to do this.)

It was one of the most romantic dates of your life. And how beautifully he confesses his love to you made you smile very widely. You are the happiest person in the world, what did you do to deserve such a wonderful boyfriend?

Okay, now you have a guy with the wild energy of a golden retriever who adores you.

Jamil Viper

He doesn't have time to have romantic feelings for anyone. Pass. (Mr. Denial #4)

He agreed to be friends with you, yes, but he definitely didn’t plan to fall in love with you. What did you do with him?

Now he is SCATTERED if you are nearby. I can convince you that his eyes now involuntarily stop at you. Always.

Does he think about his affairs related to Kalim? He's already looking at you. Is he thinking about club activities? He's already staring at you.

You can 100% stare back and only after some time will he notice it. Okay, now he's sitting in the hood and HAS TURNED AWAY FROM YOU.

You can tease him and all you will hear is one (1) request to stop. If you ignore it, he won't say it to you again.

THIS IS SO UNCLEAR TO OTHER PEOPLE, BUT I AM SURE THAT KALIM UNDERSTANDED IMMEDIATELY. Like, how long has he known Jamil? I literally swear to you he can see his displeased faces, obviously he will notice that something is wrong.

Now Jamil is panicking. He doesn't even know what to do, start ignoring you or pretending that nothing is happening.

I think he would not decide to court you, but rather do small favors for you. He is still not sure that he can love you at all and that you will love him in return, so he tries to behave as normally as possible.

But I think that in a few months it will be HE who will admit it, not you. (If you are patient)

Because during this time he could obviously notice whether you are interested in him, what you like romantically and how best for him to confess to you.

Okay, now he has a person with whom he can be himself and who loves him in any way, and you have a househusband 🥰

Silver

I have one question.. how did you do this??

Please can I have a tutorial?

I think for a long time he did not understand that he was in love with you and confused these feelings with the love he feels for family members.

His group from Diasomnia definitely knows about you, they can also find you constantly near Silver.

Lilia would definitely tease you and him, but Sebek would literally stand there: 😾😤 (Malleus is out and about again, lmao)

I think you have a talent for constantly finding the place where he sleeps and you can’t imagine how grateful he is to you if you wake him up.

He realized his feelings when at one point Lilia joked that he would soon have another son.

HE IS LIKE THIS AT THIS MOMENT 🤨😲😨😳

Well now he understands that he likes you and wants to be in a relationship with you

Firstly, now his group from Diasomnia is helping him look after you, and secondly, it would definitely be funny for you if you saw HOW they do it.

You know, Silver would definitely want to stick to traditional courtship when these three are literally inviting him to conquer the country for you

He doesn't listen to them anymore

Now you notice that he is trying not to sleep next to you. I swear he's trying. I think he might also fall asleep next to you and when he wakes up TO YOU he will definitely start apologizing to you. How about a confession for you? Obviously it will take place somewhere quiet. Just you and him. NO YOU DON'T SEE THREE OF THE DIASOMNIAS YOU SEEM TO BE

Forgive him, he can't control them, but he really wants to give you the best date possible. If you agree to date him, he will definitely be ready to do anything for you.

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cu7ie · 10 months

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what do you think toman boys are like in relationships like loyal or nah

content: discussions of cheating, general relationship head canons and love language discussion towards the end.

I think Mikey doesn't cheat because he's lazy. The kinds of relationships he likes are ones of great emotional depth and the actual physical steps required to find someone suitable, hide it from you or eventually break it off is too much. Doesn't have the mental capacity for that level of espionage, the emotional strength to lie to someone's face like that. Toman Mikey does not have that dog in him, Draken has taught him too well. Bonten Mikey has no problem fucking other people however! Not a sad thought in his mind or tear in his eye, might even think about you while he's going at it and wonder if you'd notice the taste of someone else on his lips when he gets back to ya. Sanzu seems like a hopeless romantic with obsessive and possessive tendencies. I don't think he'd cheat but he also has high expectations and probably strict rules for a partner. Doesn't like overly friendly touches and certain attitudes.

Respectfully, I think Bonten Sanzu fucks other people and will laugh in your face about it. But his inclination to do it more rests solely on the idea of it bothering you; he likes making you upset and to some extent grows irritated with the idea he's so invested in you emotionally that a chunk of his pleasure is derived with tormenting you in such a way, but it's a vicious cycle... He finds a soft body to indulge in, but can't help but think of you while doing it.

Nahoya fucks man. I mean.. like I don't think he really pursues concrete relationships in the first place. He likes something ambiguous he can't put a name to, the fun of it is the attention, you know? It's the assurance of something he can come back to, because if nothing ever starts it can't end.

Souya is the complete opposite of his brother. Sometimes he can put in a lot of faith in little time, and he can turn up with the shit of the stick right - and it's the worst, because he can't help but be so genuine. He's just not a liar, doesn't have it in him really.

I think Draken is very loyal. I don't think he'd cheat like cheating on Emma with you or vice versa.

He's very reliable, he's sticking around just because he thinks it's the proper thing to do. Even if he was in love with someone else entirely, if he has an obligation to a partner he will honor that first and foremost.

I think that Baji is… questionable? It's not emotional cheating he'd participate in, I just feel like he's a simple-minded, high sex drive kinda guy. He'll feel... bad about hurting you so much, but also has trouble comprehending why it might hurt. He loves you, isn't that more important? If you don't care that he has sex with other people, y'all should be cool.

Kazutora is possessive above all. I think he considers you less and more about how he needs to keep you close to him more, and he really does like you, just works harder and not smarter.

I think takemitchy is very loyal.. but idk .... I feel like ....

He's only loyal to Hina because she's the only girl interested in him. I feel like if he had Catherine situation - like there was a girl trying to seduce him away from Hina, he'd eat some shit like that up. He's brainless. Not entirely a dick-thinker but he doesn't always use the right head you know???

Mitsuya and Chifuyu are pretty straight laced. Their dedication to people is obvious in canon relationships and I don't think much changes beyond that! I think they differ in their demonstrations of affection, however:

Mitsuya performs acts of service and is a huge gift giver, especially after he gets into design and fashion in his later years. Too often though, sometimes he can neglect a good old fashioned 'i love you' in favor of grandeur and extravagance. He hopes that in any case, you'll love the things he gives you - knowing he didn't get gifts a lot growing up, it's more important to him than you'd think.

Chifuyu is an opposite to him. He is very open with saying I love you to the point where he'll say it in front of other people and follow it up with a kiss (or six), and most regularly he can be overbearing with his PDA - forgoing gifts to emphasize spending time with you and physically being there for you.

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zlebooks · 1 year

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𓂃 alhaitham + pineapples on pizza .

alhaitham’s love language is giving you the pineapples on his pizza and him eating what’s leftover.

alhaitham doesn’t like pineapples on his pizza— you noticed.

whenever you call for a thirty minute break from the study group you invited him to (read: you and the scholar are the only members of the said “study group”), he’d always order a pizza.

he claims that it’s easy to eat, and it’s what doordash is for— plus as college students, it was sometimes the cheapest thing on the menu.

every time you’re seated on the ground, facing his coffee table, you never fail to notice how he picks at the pineapples on his pizza. this occurrence then leads to him eating a literal triangular bread with tomato sauce because all the toppings came off along with the pineapples. he eats it nonchalantly, not bothered by the pitiful state of his slice of pizza— if you can even call it that— as he highlights the text he’s reading.

“why do you keep ordering hawaiian for us when you don’t even like it?”

“because you prefer it.” the other responds in a straightforward manner, not even looking up from his textbook.

it’s during moments like this did you wish that alhaitham is aware of your trickery and why it’s only him that shows up during the study group sessions you arrange. you hope that the reason why he’s putting up with your obvious deceit is because he might be just as equally as interested as you.

“but what about what you like?” you ask once again, and this time, alhaitham finally takes a glance at you.

he focuses his gaze on the slice your holding, raising an eyebrow at it before looking back at you. “it’s not like you get to think about what i like when you’re obviously enjoying the abundance of toppings on yours.”

you feel heat creeping up your cheeks, ah right— whenever alhaitham takes off the toppings on his pizza, he directly puts them on yours. you don’t give it any meaning though! you were sure alhaitham is the type of guy that hates seeing food go to waste.

“i can eat other pizza flavors too you know…” grumbling, you turn the page of your book, “i can eat cheese or pepperoni.”

“you don’t like those flavors because you think they taste salty.”

your heart does a somersault— he remembers.

“of course i do. you turned it into your whole personality.” he grunts.

you’re positive that your temperature has gone over the roof and you look exactly like the tomato soup the pizzeria uses.

“h-hey! in my defense… they’re really salty to the point i’m going to get kidney stones just from eating them.” you manage to stammer out and your study buddy snorts at your exaggeration.

“well, it’s a good thing that i keep ordering hawaiian— need to keep the kidney healthy,” he pauses, putting his cheek on his palm as he smirks. “we have you to thank.”

“i can’t help but to notice… are you teasing me?”

the other can’t help but to chuckle directly in his fist, and if he managed to catch your frown, he failed to comment on it. shrugging, he replies, “am i now?” alhaitham buries his head into his book once again, “i can’t help but to notice that you aren’t doing any studying in our… study group.” heavy emphasis on the last words, your heart beats loudly against your chest as the thought of him knowing your shameful secret runs through your head.

the scholar notices this of course— nothing gets past from his watchful gaze. he wants to watch you further squirm in your current position, oh how cute were you to joke around with. it almost compensates for the moments he had to fill his stomach with nothing but topless pizzas.

“next time, maybe don’t bother inviting me to your study group. after all, you never ask anyone else but me.” alhaitham hums acting as if he were deep in his thoughts, “oh i know, ask me on a date instead.”

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stevenose · 3 months

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idk. gang idk. wanna eat this guy’s ass nahimsayin

contains: gender unspecified reader/no gendered language; free use reader; conflicted steve; mentions of steve trauma :( he head hurt; foot massage MILD MILD I PROMISE; oral (steve receiving); rimming (steve receiving); some humiliation going on; ‘whore’ is used both ways hashtag equality; facial (reader receiving)

Steve’s had the worst day of his life. Well, that’s not true - not even close. He has to remind himself of that, as if he forgot, even though the headache currently clouding his brain is a consequence of too many concussions. Actually, thinking about his bad luck just pisses him off more. He almost breaks the key to Family Video while he’s closing up, ripping it from the door so harsh it hurts his hand.

He slams the car door, too. Which makes his head pound. He’s so goddamn tired. And if he has to tell one more teenager they can’t rent porn, he’s going to drive his car into the building. He gets it - really, he does. He used to steal VHS tapes from his friend’s parents and watch it in his basement when he was underage. But now he’s 21 and too old for this shit.

Speaking of porn - blowing off steam sounds great. He sighs as he turns the engine of his car over and leans back. He just has to get home. And maybe he’ll get lucky and you’ll be there and you can do that thing you both talked about.

It’s really out of character for him. He’s ready to admit it. Actually, he’s not just admitting it. He proclaims it, over and over - I’m not that kind of guy. But you showed him some real interesting porn and told him about the term “free use” and now he can’t stop fisting his cock to the idea of you choking on it. It’s sore, already straining in his jeans as he traverses Hawkins pothole-riddled roads.

Free use. He can imagine coming home and fucking you over a table, or pushing you to your knees, sure - but actually doing it is entirely different. He doesn’t know how to be mean. He didn’t even know how to be mean when he was an asshole. It makes him nervous, palms clammy against his steering wheel. He does know how to be confident, however, and he tries to lean into that assertiveness as he parks his car and strides towards the door.

Steve’s irritated he even has to unlock it, but you’re right there, sitting at the kitchen island reading the back of a cereal box. Pajamas on, ready for bed. It makes him feel bad about asking and he pushes any thought of getting his dick near you out of his sore brain. But you perk up when you see him, equally eager and shy, tucking into yourself.

“Hi, Steve.”

“Hi.” He stares at you. Stupid.

“You okay?”

Steve takes a deep breath. “I had a bad day.”

You nod, drumming your fingers against your forearm. “Want me to do something about it?” you ask lowly.

Steve nods slowly. He’s still standing halfway through the door like a doofus.

“Shut the door, handsome.”

He blinks, zoning back in to reality. The door swings shut behind him and you make your way over to him, approaching cautiously. Like he’s infected with something. Perhaps just a sour mood.

“Anything you want,” you remind quietly.

He nods again, licks his lips. “Come here,” he says, walking towards the living room. Then he stops and looks back at you. “Please?”

Steve’s so grateful that you’re patient with him. You don’t poke fun or chastise him. You just nod, letting him lead the way as he settles on the couch. He’s also grateful that you take the lead at first, settling on your knees in front of him. Your little fingers move towards his Nikes and you unlace them, pulling his shoes off. He groans low when your hands move to massage his socked foot.

He can’t believe how gross you are. A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be into shit like this. Neither should he. He reminds himself he really isn’t into this kind of thing, he’s just into you. But he’s painfully hard in his Levis while he watches you below him.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?”

Steve shakes his head quickly. “No. But you’re sweet.”

You smile. “I know. How’s your head?”

He sighs. “Sore.”

“I’ll get you some advil in a sec,” you promise, moving from one foot to the other.

“Thank you,” he says, sinking into the couch. “You’re so good to me.”

“Yeah?” you goad. Your hands crawl up his thighs and you stare up at him eagerly. “I’d do anything you ask. Anything.”

Steve sucks in a measured breath, lost in your warm eyes for a moment. He leans forward and takes your jaw gently, but firmly, between his fingers. He can’t believe how much your eyes light up. “You can get me some medicine and suck my cock til I’m feeling better.” And then, again, he adds, “Please.”

You hop up, heading towards the kitchen while he stands to strip. It almost takes effort to get his jeans down past his erection, and his cock leaks precum on his stomach once it’s freed. He rolls his eyes at himself, so worked up over nothing yet. He sits back on the couch as you re-enter, bottle and water in hand.

“Come here,” he says again, patting his thigh, and you do as you’re told. You really are so good for him, so eager to please. He takes the items from you, downs 800 milligrams, then turns his attention back to you. Steve wracks his brain for something to say, but your fingers reach out for his scalp. You massage his head and he moans, his hands finding your hips while his eyes drift shut.

“Did you think about me today?”

“I did,” you answer. “Nearly every second.”

His eyes open, half-lidded. “Tell me what you thought about.”

You bite your lip for a moment. “I thought about your, um - well….”

He surprises himself when he swats your ass. He soothes it immediately, about to apologize, but your reaction gives him pause. Your hips grind on his thigh and your pupils go blown, teeth digging in to your plush bottom lip. Your fingers keep working his scalp, soothing the ache, helping him come back to life a little bit.

“Can I just show you instead?”

Steve hums. “Only if you show me how you touched yourself while you do it.”

He hears your breath hitch in your throat. You nod, then cup his cheeks. “Are you okay?”

The tenderness makes him melt. You make him feel like he’ll be alright. Like he doesn’t have a dead end job, like everyone isn’t moving on without him. “I’m great,” he answers, finally smiling. “Got a pretty thing like you on my lap, getting waited on, taken care of….”

“I’ll take care of you,” you coo, sliding off of his lap and back onto your knees before him.

The two of you haven’t fooled around very much. Steve loves watching your reaction to his cock - it gives him the biggest ego boost. He knows it’s pretty. Long and thick, pretty pink tip, a few beauty marks marking the shaft. It curves a little bit upwards, easy to find your sweet spot. He watches you stare at it now, eyes wide, breath fanning over it.

“Please hurry,” he has to say, a little bit impatient.

“I’m sorry,” you say softly. Your hand reaches out for his shaft and you slowly pump your hand up and down it. Steve sighs and lets his head rest against the back of the couch. “It’s just so beautiful, Steve.”

Your touch spurs him on. “Beautiful, huh? You like it that much?”

“Mhm.” You lick your lips. “It’s so big, and - and soft….”

You press gentle kisses along the underside of it. Steve curses under his breath. His head falls forward so he can watch you now as you kiss every inch of it. You nuzzle your nose against the shaft, thumb swiping across the head, your tongue giving him kitten licks.

“There you go,” he groans. “Show me how much you love it.”

Your kisses become open mouthed and messy, your tongue getting him a little bit more wet. You kiss up towards the head and swirl your tongue around it, lapping up the precum pooling in his slit. Steve groans again, gripping your hair, and with a gruff “open up,” he slides his cock between your lips.

Your mouth is his salvation. Wet, warm, tight. Steve gasps and moans, hips immediately bucking upwards. You gag and he shudders, hand fisting your hair harder, tangling his thick fingers in it. “It’s okay, g-gag on it, make a - make a mess.”

You moan and angle your head to take a bit more of him, beckoning him to take what he needs. Your eyes are so pretty looking up at him, glassy, teary. It makes Steve frenzied. He bucks his hips into your mouth, reveling in the perverted noises you both make together.

“This what you wanted?” he growls. “Be my personal s-stress - stress toy?”

You moan and nod.

“Touch yourself.”

Your hand makes its way inside your pajama bottoms. You gag as you attempt to moan, throat constricting around Steve’s thick cock. He knows it has to hurt and he scratches your scalp in an attempt to soothe you. His balls tighten as your eyes roll back. He can see your fingers moving in the thin cotton of your sleep shorts and his stomach flips violently.

Steve fucks his hips against your face for a while, sensitive balls slapping against your chin. It’s so goddamn gross and he can’t fucking stop. His toes curl, breaths ragged and shallow, groans and praises falling from his lips. He pushes his cock into your throat as far as it can go, feeling it tense and constrict.

“Take it,” he grits. “Holy fucking shit goddamn you feel so good holy fuck oh my god -“

And when he finally pulls out, giving you a moment to breathe, you don’t pull back. Instead, you duck downwards, kissing and sucking gently at his balls.

“Oh my god,” he gasps, half in pleasure and half in scandal. “Feel - feel how much cum I’ve got for you?”

“Steve,” you moan. Music to his fucking ears.

“Love any part of me you can get, huh?” His blunt fingernails scratch your scalp some more, soothing.

And then you go lower.

Steve sort of short circuits. Now your tongue is on his taint and that is quite honestly not where a tongue should go. He wonders if you even know that’s where you are, and he tries pulling you upwards again. Voice hoarse while he’s saying, “Baby, that’s - oh, that’s - not -“

Your hands find his hips. You pull him towards the edge. And your tongue is really, really where it isn’t supposed to be now.

But Steve couldn’t stop you if he wanted to. It’s like he’s been electrocuted. Your tongue flicks against his hole, innocent, sweet. You even press a cute little kiss to his rim.

“Oh my god!” he wails, throwing his head back. He spreads his legs wider for you. His voice is gorgeous, all scandal, a deep tenor. “You dirty little whore.”

His own reaction shocks himself again, but you moan at that. He can even see your arm moving while you continue to touch yourself. All while your tongue licks broad stripes against his sensitive rim - and who knew he was so sensitive there? His stomach flips and tightens, cock pouring.

“Stroke me off,” he commands, though it’s more of a plea. Your hand finds his cock again and you pump him, tapering your tongue against his hole. Then you lick back to his balls, kissing each of them, before taking his cock in your throat again.

“What the fuck,” he groans, his entire stream of consciousness finding its way past his lips. “This what you got off t-to? Eating me ou- out?”

You pull back, a glint in your eye while you moan. “You’re about to get off to it, too.”

Which Steve can’t argue with. His balls are starting to draw up again and he doesn’t know how he’d like to cum. Down your throat? Or in your hair while you kiss his ass? He wishes he could have both.

His hand grips your hair again and he fucks your face with abandon. You moan non-stop around his length, gagging, drool finding its way down his cock to his balls and beyond. He plants his feet to fuck you like he knows you want, groaning through gritted teeth.

“You gonna cum? Gonna cum from being used?” he grits. “Go on, g-get off, you dirty - little -“

You go a little slack when you do. Eyes all crossed, drool falling down your chin. Steve can’t fucking stand it. He pulls you off of him and jerks himself off in front of you, his face red with effort while you gasp for air.

“Give me your filthy tongue,” he orders.

You stick your tongue out, a blissful, gorgeous expression on your face that Steve is quickly addicted to.

“Gonna cum - gonna cum a-all over your slutty face, just like you wanted - fuck!”

His eyes want to close but he forces them open to watch thick ropes defile your face. His chest heaves with exertion, low groans rumbling from his chest, head still pounding from how much effort it takes. But the headache’s the last thing on his mind. He’s all focused on you, looking like a porn star in front of him, all ditzy and happy.

“Up,” he pants, grabbing onto you. He pulls you onto his lap and he doesn’t care if you have his cum on your face. He’s already hardening again, could really use another scalp massage while his cock finds its way inside of your hole. “One more, can you do that for me? So goddamn hot I gotta go again.”

“Whore,” you snark weakly, hands finding his head, letting him sit you down on his cock.

#stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭#this isn’t very good but in my defense 1. sleepy baby 2. bad night

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ohimsummer · 2 months

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✎ . . .❝ WRONG CHOCOLATE, DUMBASS! ❞

— poly! stsgverse, sfw biting, explicit language, sassy man suguru, jealous! gojo if you squint, geto + reader banter

⭑ ࣪ ˖ sum’z notes.ᐟ there’s one line (at the end) that implies reader is black, other than that it’s fair game :3

“i knew it was too quiet in here.”

two heads tilt to rest on the back of the couch, four eyes watching geto lean against the living room doorway. you giggle in his direction, breaking off another piece of the candy bar to nibble on.

“yeah, he offered me his silence in exchange for some of my chocolate.” you gesture towards the large, half-eaten symphony bar. “staying true to his word, too. i thought he was bein’ a big, fat liar.”

you’d know those blues were glaring even without turning around, or suguru’s lighthearted snickers. the dragon is appeased with another square of almond and toffee-riddled chocolate, and gojo makes sure to nip at your fingers as he takes the candy into his mouth; your pointed look goes ignored before you give his pale nose a flick and gojo yelps like a hurt dog; it’s a scene straight out of a sitcom, suguru thinks.

“he’s lucky he’s cute,” you huff towards geto, “can’t eat shit around here for somebody always begging.”

geto laughs aloud at that. “you’re an enabler. just look what you’re doing now, you’ve trained him to be that way.”

“what i’m doing now? and what’s that supposed to mean?”

you glance between him and gojo, whose long arms are wrapped snug around your waist, cheek resting on your chest and white bangs tickling your skin as he’s practically trapped you beneath him. pouting his toffee-tasting lips at you because you’re not hand-feeding him sweets fast enough.

maybe you get what suguru’s saying. but that doesn’t mean pride will allow you to admit it. “i don’t see the issue.”

geto just shakes his head and he disappears into the kitchen. “and that’s your problem, right there.”

you take another bite of the chocolate, gojo’s attention-seeking groan falling on deaf ears. “i’m so sick of you and that attitude, suguru.”

“oh, are you?” his taunt is shortly followed by the fridge door closing shut. “you gonna fight me about it or what?”

“and will.”

the broad man reappears in the doorway, cracking open a bottle of water. he doesn’t say a word, though the arch of his brows and the way his eyes narrow as he looks you up and down does all the talking for him.

“oh shut up.” you feel soft lips brush against your arm. the tingling sensation causes you to fidget, inadvertently moving the chocolate bar just as gojo moves in for a bite—a shark losing its prey. he gives out a loud sigh in another effort to be noticed, though it’s a noise that is overlooked.

“why, i haven’t said a word, darling.” geto snorts before taking a few sips of water. “i just…find that threat…a bit interesting coming from you.”

“see, now what is that supposed to mean?”

restlessness shoots throughout gojo’s limbs as his eyes follow the candy bar back and forward. you’re too busy returning sassy gestures to suguru, and he can’t find a good opportunity to take another bite with you moving so much. this was not a part of the deal he made with you.

“you just wait til I get up, i’m gonna beat that a–ow!”

water spurts from geto’s lips as he fails miserably at holding in his laughter; he slaps the back of a hand over his mouth before scurrying away into the kitchen for a paper towel. meanwhile, gojo meets your wide-eyed gaze with an unimpressed frown, blinking as you rub over the fresh teeth indentations on your forearm.

“you—!” satoru scrunches his face, drawling out an ‘owww!’ as you shove two fingers into his forehead. “that’s the wrong chocolate, dumbass!”

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imfineitsfineeverythingsfine · 5 months

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Communication and a Question for the Fandom

I started this off thinking I would end up with one conclusion and I actually found myself changing it by the end. I’ve read a lot frustration with the ineffable husbands and their lack of communication. “You don’t ever talk to each other" and "You never say what you’re really thinking.”

Now, that may be true. But also, throughout both seasons, we have seen repeatedly how they have been under surveillance too.

Not just visual

But audio as well… Sign in Hell: Be Careful What You Say. But there’s more to the sign itself. I just can’t make it out. It’s not a sign that’s featured in the extras either, which is also interesting.

What I could find though, in the The Devil in the Details X-Ray video was a little more of the sign, but I still can’t make out what the rest of it says:

Which brings in my Question for the Fandom. If anyone else is able to make out rest of this, I’d be interested. (This was around the 2:05 timestamp)

Moving on, that’s not the only *Clue* about their surveillance either. We know about Hell using electronics as a means of communication. They just cut in to whatever happens to be playing at the time, right? Radio, tv, Saturday Morning Funtime… so it would make sense that they’d use it to listen too. Is the Bookshop any safer, being an embassy for Heaven and all?

And it’s hard to pinpoint exactly how either side is listening in. We all remember this interaction but really… played as a joke but what if it wasn’t? Or maybe they just hadn’t figured out the specifics yet at that point.

Maybe there are certain “trigger words.” We see the reactions when Crowley is called “nice.”

Crowley tells Aziraphale to “shut up” numerous times. We hear both them say “don’t say that” a lot.

But also…

Closed captioning capitalized it just like that. Interesting. (If you haven’t watched the show with cc on, I recommend it)

What does this all mean? They just don’t talk to each other? Well, no. Not necessarily. We’ve also seen them find ways around directly speaking too.

Writing it down. (Which was promptly burned)

Aziraphale mouthing “Trust Me” during the bullet catch. Could they have had other short hands or code words? Emergency contingency plans? I personally imagine so. Side note: could they have also been using alcohol (laudanum) as cover for plausible deniability?

“Safe spaces”? The backroom in the Bookshop that they kept going to for private conversations. We know they had alternative rendezvous locations in the first season too – the old bandstand, the number 19 bus, and the British Museum café.

The Final Fifteen. I don’t want to take away from the emotion of the scene and I think Season 3 (come on Prime!) give us the rest of the story. I have faith in Neil Gaiman (pun sort of intended). But I will propose that the kiss may have been not only Crowley’s plead but also a misdirect or signal or other way to communicate between the two that we have yet to understand. In the end, Aziraphale was able to get the Metatron to break and divulge that the next step of the Great Plan was the Second Coming…before even leaving Earth…which was pretty impressive in itself. Was Aziraphale then able to relay anything to Crowley before the elevator? Sendarya’s video here does a great job with that very question (and others).

Most experts agree that 70-93% of communication is nonverbal and when communicating emotions, applying the 7-38-55 rule. Meaning only 7% through spoken word, 38% tone of voice, and 55% through body language. So maybe they’re not doing so bad after all. Those are just my thoughts and we’ll just have to wait and see and hope.

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens season 3 #renew good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #the final fifteen #wait and see #I wish I had something clever to put here but really I'm just rambling

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sykostyles · 2 months

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let you love me 1.2 (final)

wc: 15.6 k (listen, i'm sorry okay)

summary: in which y/n is a 26 year old bakery owner and she can't quite get this whole "love" thing right; settling on finding solace in being alone. One day, Jackson Cole: an egotistical, but oh so charismatic professional quarterback comes along and swears he can change her mind.. and for a while he does. nearly two years of breaking down her walls.. but they seem to argue about one thing a lot. y/n's "negativity". she swears she's not trying ro be a pessimist.. it just works out better for her if she keeps her expectations low. But what happens when she meets a handsome stranger, who wants nothing more than to see her smile? Will she push everything away again or will she finally accept the love she deserves? or ; tldr sunshine! harry x grumpy! afab reader part one, two

a/n: here we have it, the last part of my first story! thank you all so much for the love so far. I can't tell you what it means to me. I can't wait to see what's next. I know this is super long but there was so much I wanted to include with harry and y/n. I hope you all enjoy!

cw: this story contains suggestive and explicit language, minor descriptions of violence, and verbal abuse. please do not continue if these topics upset you!

Never once did you think that your handsome stranger that you met nearly five months ago would still be stopping in your bakery every day. His antics lately have been amped up, he’s very determined to treat you to a night out, but you’re constantly refusing; not quite ready to let yourself be vulnerable again.

“When will you let me take you out, love?”

“When pigs fly, Harry. Doing the same as yesterday?” You say gesturing to the case.

“You wound me, but I know I’ll change your mind. Yes, same as yesterday.”

“Ya know, Harry, the last guy said the same thing, and here we are.” You say, sliding his box over for the hundredth time at this point.

“Ah, but I am indeed not the last guy.” He glances down at his phone, “Give me one moment, I need to step out for just a second.” Harry says before excusing himself out front, Though he isn’t gone long, returning holding something behind his back.

You do often find yourself daydreaming about letting yourself be happy again. It’s a feeling you crave constantly, just the desire to feel heard, feel seen, feel loved.

But, you know that in the long run, it’s better this way. You can’t get hurt if you don’t let yourself get put in that situation. Even though you’re just hurting yourself, you'll just keep pretending you’re not.

“Hopefully this will make your day go a little better,” Harry says, revealing the secret behind his back.

You stare at his hand for a moment. “How did you know?”

“Pardon?” Harry asks, his hand still extended holding the cup of coffee out to you. From your favorite coffee shop down the street. The exact way you like your coffee.

“This. How did you know?” You inquired, taking the cup from his grasp.

“A true magician never reveals his secrets, love. But Ryan just picked it up for me.”

“Har-” you start,

“I know, you say you don’t like the nickname. I’ll make a liar out of you, though. Just give it time.”

“Thank you. For the coffee” You almost whisper.

“Course, love. I’ll bring it to you every day if you’d like.”

“Oh no, I couldn't ask you to do that.” You say, waving your hands back and forth.

“Well, it's a good thing you’re not asking. I’ll see you tomorrow, Love. Have a good rest of your day.”

“Bye, Harry.” You smile to yourself after he leaves.

“And you say you’re not interested in him.” Jesse says leaning against the doorframe leading to the back room.

“I’m not. He’s just being friendly.” You say. Your nose would be growing if your name was Pinocchio, that’s for sure.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, girl. Just give in, you never know what you might be missing out on. He seems to really like you.”

“He does.” You concur, “But so did Jackson.” You whisper, leaving him up front.

Nearing the end of the summer, you finally decided to switch up your answer with Harry. After many conversations with Carly, Jesse, and even Mr. Henry had something to say much to your surprise, you decided maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just see where it went. You didn’t have to sign your life over to him or anything. You were just scared. Harry knew that. “Whenever you’re ready, love. Just know I'll be waiting.” Everyone knew that. They were all just waiting for you to come out of the hole you dug yourself into out of self preservation. They can’t really blame you for being weary, Harry is doing almost exactly what Jackson was doing when he was pursuing you. Although, you do have to admit it feels different this time around. Harry feels different. Harry feels.. Real.

Of course, you were still planning on making him work for it. You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t. But like Carly said, if he was deterred by your sharp tongue and witty comebacks, he wouldn’t keep pressing on like he has been. Even though you attempted to throw out the “Jackson was the same way.” excuse but she deadpanned “Not everyone is a egotistical, meathead football player that’ll do anything to get his dick wet.” You weren’t entirely sure if you should have been offended by that statement. But after she showed you all of the headlines Jackson has been in over the last six months regarding his failing love life you both had a few good laughs.

“Good morning, Love. How are you today?” Harry says, sliding the daily cup of coffee across the counter.

“Mm, it would be better if i didn’t have to get out of bed to talk to people like you, but here we are.” You say, bringing the cup to take a sip.

“Such arrows come from that pretty mouth. What will I do with you?” He says with a smirk on his stupidly handsome face.

“You could pick your flavors for the day and move on? There’s an idea.”

“Ooh, and the sass. I’m already practically in love with you, you don’t have to try so hard, love.” He says, turning to the case. “Do you still have that one with the marshmallow in the middle? Ryan really liked those ones.”

You pause, taking a look inside the case to check, “I don’t anymore, those were limited. But tell Ryan I'll make a special batch just for him.”

“I’m sure he’ll appreciate that. We’ll do the chocolate peanut butter then. Those are a close second.” He says, mirroring your words from the first day he stepped foot in your bakery. You box up the order, and make your way to the counter. He hands you his normal black credit card, but when he goes to pick up the box, you stop him.

“No. Send Ryan in here to get them” You say, pulling the box back towards you.

“I beg your pardon, love?”

“Oh, don’t beg yet. There’s plenty of time for that later..” You smirk, “I just want to properly meet Ryan without your.. Influence.”

“Anything you want.” Harry states, making his way to the door. “See you tomorrow, Love.”

You can see Harry telling Ryan what’s going on. Ryan looks ever so confused, and maybe even a little anxious as he makes his way inside.

“Hello, Ryan. It’s a pleasure to officially meet you. I’m Y/N.” You say, holding your hand out.

“The pleasure’s all mine, Miss Y/N.” He says, taking your hand in his and giving you a delicate shake. “Your creations are delicious. Stopping here is the highlight of my day, as well as Mr. Styles out there, He quite enjoys your company.”

“So I’ve noticed.” You say, picking up a marker. You pull the box towards you once more, writing a note on top before sliding it back to Ryan on the other side. “Have a great day, Ryan. See you tomorrow.”

“You as well, Miss Y/N. Enjoy the rest of your day.” He says, making a swift exit.

Staring out the shop window after him, you see him hand Harry the box. Harry’s eyes immediately take in the note you left on top.

“Pick me up after we close at 6 tonight, Mr. Styles.” You signed with your phone number at the bottom. You can see his smile from here. It’s so contagious even Ryan starts to smile. Even YOU start to smile.

Unknown: very cheeky, love. See you tonight.

You: you shouldn't have expected anything less. See you tonight, Mr. Styles. What should I wear?

Harry: I honestly expected a little more from you. But, I accept your defeat.

Harry: And I’ll take care of everything, Love.

You: Defeat? Hold on there just a minute, mister. I haven’t lost anything.

Harry: I remember a certain “When pigs fly” phrase coming from your mouth. I told you I always get what I want. See you tonight, Love

"Shit. What did I agree to? Should I cancel? Should I close early and hide somewhere? Well then what excuse would I have when he comes in tomorrow? I could tell him I’ve got a case of food poisoning? Or a migraine?"

Just as your thoughts begin to spiral for the umpteenth time in your downtime, the bell on the door chimes. You look up to see Carly, holding a garment bag, and Jesse standing behind her.

“Uh, what are you two doing here?” You say, confusion very evident on your face. “Jesse aren’t you supposed to be like three hours away in some lecture hall?”

“Oh sure, just question why he’s not where he’s supposed to be.” Carly says, laced with a fake offended tone.

“Bitch, did you forget I went to college with you? I know you’re prone to play hooky every now and then.”

“Okay, fair.” She laughs, “But, I received a phone call so I’m doing my end of a deal I made.”

“Same here.” Jesse says from behind her. “I’m here to take over and close up for you.”

“And I’m here to help you get ready!” Carly erupts with excitement. “I’m so excited for you.”

“Wait a second, what deal?” Now you’re even more confused.

“Ah, can’t reveal anything else. Now, upstairs you two go. I got my own date with one of these cookies and cream cupcakes as my reward for helping you get laid.” Jesse says, guiding both of you to the staircase.

“Jesse!”

“Have the best time!” He says before closing the door behind you.

Carly refused to explain anything to you, other than she was given directions to be at your place to start helping you get ready at 4:30 pm sharp. She was just doing what she was told.

“Stop it.” She says, starting to remove the curlers from your hair.. “I know that look. You’re going to have a great time. He’s already head over heels for you. I can tell.”

“That’s what I’m scared of, Carls. I’m so scared.” You whisper. “I don’t know how to accept love anymore.”

“You accept my love. Jesse’s love. Mr. Henry’s. I know it’s different when it’s a romantic situation, but you’ve gotta have a little faith, babe.”

“You say that like it’s easy.”

“It’s not easy, but that’s what makes it worth it.”

“What if he ends up being just like Jackson?”

“Don’t you see how different he is from him already? He’s made all of this effort just today. He made sure I was out of work. He made sure Jesse was here on time, when Jesse’s supposed to be at school. He literally had an outfit picked up for you, Y/N. Jackson would never include me in a date plan, let alone plan anything with this level of thought behind it. I don’t even think he’s capable of deep thought, but that’s just my opinion.”

“Jackson never planned anything beyond a dinner reservation.” You half laughed. “See what I mean! I know you’re scared, babe, I know. It’s scary being vulnerable. It’s so scary. But it can be so rewarding. But you have to at least try. You won’t get anywhere if you don’t try.”

“But what’s so wrong with being alone?”

“Don’t even start with me right now. I love you, but I will kick your ass.” She says, totally serious.

“Okaaaay, jeez. I get it.”

“Good. Now, bring me your face.” She says, setting your makeup on the counter.

You never thought you’d be walking out your apartment door to meet a man you face planted into in a parking lot. For a date!

You see him leaning against the building opposite yours, dressed in a more casual outfit than you’re used to seeing him in. But you swear you might just prefer this look. His outfit compliments yours; the detailed color in the sun dress he picked out for you emulates the color of his sweater. He’s got his sunglasses pushed atop his head, one hand in the pocket of his jeans, the other hand holding his phone; and a bouquet of yellow tulips tucked under his arm. He looks divine. The casual sexiness just drips off of him.

“Well hello there, stranger. I almost didn’t recognize you.” You say, causing him to look up from his screen.

“I’m sor- woah.” He clears his throat. “You look.. Wow.”

“Well, that’s one way to put it. I guess I still got it.”

“I don’t think you could ever lose it, Love.” He says, sauntering over to you. Grabbing the flowers from under his arm, he extends them to you, “For you, milady.”

“Okay, seriously, which one of them told you everything about me?” You say, taking the bouquet from his grasp. “Yellow tulips have always been my favorite.”

He smiles down at you. “I would never throw your friends under the bus like that. But they all do love to talk about your interests and seem to have your best ones at heart.”

“They do. I appreciate them so much.” You say quietly. “Thank you. Let me put these inside real fast and we can go.”

“I’ll be right here, Love.” He says, kissing your hand before you walk away. You immediately felt your cheeks get warm.

You step inside the bakery and see Jesse standing at the counter with a vase of water.

“Oh, so you knew about these too? You’re the mole, huh? Do you know everything related to tonight?” You say, setting the flowers inside the vase.

Jesse looks at you with a smile and pretends to lock his mouth and throw away the key.

“I hate you.” You say walking back to the front door. “Thank you, Jesse. For everything.”

“You know I always got you, girl. Have a great time.”

“So, where are we going?”

“Ah, that would spoil the surprise.” Harry says, checking his mirrors before switching lanes. “But I have a feeling you’re going to enjoy what I’ve got planned.”

“Cutting me up and spreading the parts out across a fifty mile radius?”

“You’re a little morbid, you know that?” he chuckles softly

“So I’ve been told. Does that bother you?” you’re grinning at him.

“What do you think?” He smirks at you, sliding his hand over to rest on your knee.

The car comes to a stop outside a brick building. “Pottery Painting Class Tonight 8-9pm” Reads on the small marquee board.

“Okay now I know you talked to Carly.” You say excitedly as he helps you out of the car, “I’ve always wanted to do one of these!”

“I had a feeling.” He chuckles. “We are a little early, but there's a diner I love across the street. Come,” He says, holding his hand out to you. You gladly take it and begin to walk hand in hand to your destination.

Settling into a corner booth, your waitress comes and takes your drink order before leaving you to look over the menu. She returns and you let Harry order for you since you were stuck on two options.

“So, what made you finally cave?” He inquires, a heavy smirk upon his face.

“First of all, I didn’t cave. I figured if you’re going to kill me, I might as well get a date out of it.” You quip, leaning your chin onto your hand.

“Always so quick with the comebacks.” He teases. “I don’t think I’ll have time for that this time around, but there’s always next time.”

“You think there’s going to be a next time?” Your eyebrow raises, a smirk tugging on your lips

“Oh, I know it.” He states without even thinking about it.

“I do have a few questions for you, though.” You say, your tone somewhat serious.

“I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

“Why me?”

“Why not you?”

“You don’t even know me.” You start, “Well, besides what you got out of my friends. You ran into me one day, and then just started showing up out of nowhere. Which doesn't make sense to me either. How did you find me?” Your tone started to seem kind of accusatory. You don’t even let him answer before you start again, “Don’t get me wrong, I love the daily business, but it just seems too calculated to me. It’s been plaguing my brain since the first day you walked in my shop. So, Why me, Harry?”

“I know how weird this all seems, and I profusely apologize for making it seem like my intentions were anything other than good.” He starts, reaching his hand across the table, his way of asking for yours. You hesitantly oblige. “But I will explain everything to you from my point of view, if you’ll allow me.” He says, thumb gliding over the back of your hand.

“Well yeah, I’m here aren’t I?” You smirk at him. “But, I’m also here because you got a stamp of approval from my entire peanut gallery. So be grateful to them.”

“I’ll be sure to send them a thank you card.” He says. “But let me start from the beginning, Love.”

Harry had just arrived at the stadium. Head coach Johnson requested his presence to show Harry just how far their dead last draft pick Jackson Cole had been improving. Harry was less than thrilled when his decision was overruled when it came to drafting Cole, he wanted a different pick from the University of Miami, but they went with majority ruling and thus here we are.

So needless to say, Harry didn’t really want to be here right now, but he knew it wouldn’t take too much of his time. Watch the kid throw the ball a few times and gauge his performance from that. Or so he thought,

“Are you kidding me? Star quarterback kid forgot his practice bag? His practice bag, for the championship game he should be grateful he’s even getting the chance to play in, since my first string is out with a torn ligament? Why am I here wasting my time?” Harry states, business mode turned all the way up to ten.

“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Styles. He says his girlfriend is on the way with the bag.”

“If the bag isn’t here in ten minutes, I’m leaving. And something will be done about this.” He says, pulling his phone from his pocket.

The ten minutes pass, and Harry’s irritation rises. He stands from his seat in Johnson’s office and turns to Ryan on his right, “Call for the car, we’re leaving.” Looking to Johnson sitting behind his desk, he points at him, “We’ll be looking to extinguish your contract. If you can’t get your players to remember their gear, why would I think you can get them to remember plays?”

“Mr. Styles, I plead with you to thin-” He’s cut off by the sounds of yelling in the hallway.

All three men make their way out the door to see what the commotion was all about.

“You have got to be the definition of ungrateful. For the greater part of two years I have given you everything and you still think you can talk to me like that?” Harry hears from down the hall.

He turns and sees Cole’s back facing him, and just over his shoulder he sees a woman. A woman with tears in her eyes and shock and terror all over her face.

“Is that your star quarterback over there, verbally abusing that woman?” Harry inquires, turning to Johnson. “I swear on your life, i will remove you from this office myself if that boy over there causes any kind of uproar in the media, Do i make myself clear?”

“Crystal, sir.” Johnson says, fear laced in his voice.

Harry turns back towards the scene unfolding before him, but the woman was gone.

“Mr. Styles, the car is up front.” Ryan pipes up from behind him.

“Right, let’s go then. Don’t make me repeat myself, Johnson.” He says before they take off.

“Wait a second, you were there for that?” You question him. He nods, picking up a french fry.

“I was. I heard the whole thing. Right pissed me off. I wish I would have stepped in instead of threatening Johnson.” His jaw ticks.

“You don’t really seem like you could have that kind of scary demeanor.”

“I only show it to people that need to see it.” He says matter of factly. “But, you don’t get very far in business without being like that. At least sometimes. But outside of my business, I’m nothing like that. Unless you want me to be.” He smirks at you.

You blush, but a realization comes into your head, “Hold on, I completely just let this go over my head. Who are you, exactly, Harry?”

He smiles. “I was waiting for this. I’m the majority owner for the team, Love.” Your face goes pale.

Wait. Huh?? The Owner? This is the owner you embarrassed Jackson in front of?

“Jackson said I embarrassed him in front of you that day.” You say, looking down at the table.

Harry laughs, “If anybody embarrassed Jackson, it was Jackson. What grown ass man forgets his work gear? This is his job after all. And, who then verbally assaults the person who brings it to him? In front of everyone, nonetheless.”

He takes in the frown on your face, and decides to shift the direction of the conversation. “You really had no idea who I was this whole time.” He says, more of a statement than a question.

“Was I supposed to?” You respond quietly, still not sure what to do with this information.

“No, I don’t mean it like that. I’m honestly more surprised than anything.” He says, holding his hands up like he's pre-defending himself, “And i don't mean this in any kind of derogatory way against you, but normally I have women lie, saying they don’t know me to get closer to me. But you really had no idea this whole time. It’s honestly refreshing.”

“You seem really full of yourself.” You say, taking a bite of your pancakes.

“There’s a fine line between confident and cocky, and I know how to keep myself on the right side. But, let me continue.” He says before continuing his story.

Harry made his way out of the elevator with his band of associates behind him. Ryan was giving him the run down of his next meeting as they walked to the car.

“We have a 1:30 pm meeting with Lyons, but I can resche-” Ryan is cut off by the sound of Harry huffing.

“Woah there love, I gotcha.” It's her. It’s the woman Cole was belittling. She looks so.. sad. I should offer to do so-

“Sorry. You can let go now.” Nice one, Styles.

“My apologies, Love.”

“Don’t call me that.” She says, rolling her eyes at the man before her.

He continues to recount your first meeting exactly as you remember it. He throws in the detail of asking Ryan to look into you, wanting to be fully transparent with you.

“So you knew who I was before this? How is that fair?”

“I suppose it’s not, but I only requested your name and where you worked. I didn’t want to learn anything else before I heard it from you.”

“Say’s the guy who made a ‘deal’ with all of my friends in order to get me here today.” You chuckle.

“Okay, fair. But in my defense, how you take your coffee, what your favorite flower is, and something you’d be interested in doing for a date isn’t entirely sensitive information, Love.”

“On the contrary, Mr. Styles. I happen to take my interests and passions very seriously. These are very sensitive topics.”

“I’ll gladly discuss any sensitive topic you’d like, Love. But perhaps we should save that for when we’re alone, no? Unless you’re into that.” He teases.

“You know, Harry, I just might have met my match with these comebacks of yours, and I don't appreciate being threatened.”

“Is that a challenge?” He says, leaning closer to you across the table.

“It’s whatever you want it to be,” you say, matching his movements.

Just as he’s about to seal the deal, his phone buzzes letting him know your class is about to start across the street.

“Ah, but I guess that will have to wait until later.” You say, standing from your seat.

Harry ran his hand along his face, covering his mouth and breathed out a laugh. “This girl.” He thinks. He takes your hand after throwing more than enough cash down on the table, and you make your way back to the brick building that will be housing your date for the evening.

Throughout the course of the rest of your date, you learn more about Harry. He’s 30. His favorite color is orange. “Wait no blue. No, orange. Orange.” He’s an Aquarius, though he swears he doesn’t understand why that’s relevant. He was born in England but moved here when he was 22 to run the US branch of his company. He has his hands and feet in all kinds of different baskets. He’s in the market of construction, publishing, restaurants, real estate; you name it. He’s worked every single day since the day he graduated and he’s turned his business into what it is today. His successful business is what made it possible to be the majority owner of the team Jackson plays for. His parents and sister are still back in England and he misses them terribly, but he travels back as often as he can to see them. Especially now that he’s an uncle! He loves all sports, but American football just really spoke to him. He says soccer is his second favorite. Or the true football according to him.

“But why did you decide to pursue me so intricately? I was so rude to you both of the first real times we spoke.” You question, sweeping your paintbrush across the teapot you chose.

He ponders for a split second, “I got fixated with how it made me feel inside to be the one to make you smile” He says without looking up from the bowl that he chose to paint. “Plus, I saw your disdain for me as a challenge. And I love a challenge.” He smirks, still not looking up at you.

You stare at him in awe, taking in how his brows furrowed together in concentration. He answered you with such an easiness in his tone. “I just don’t know how someone like you could be interested in someone like me.”

“How could I not?” He says, finally looking up at you. ”You’re so determined, and incredibly talented. You’re undoubtedly the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. But you looked so broken and exhausted when I saw you for the first time at the stadium. It broke my heart. I wanted to do everything in my power from that moment on to put a real smile back on your face. I didn’t know you then, but I wanted to. I wanted to take all the pain you were feeling away. That’s all I know.” He says, setting his brush down.

You thoroughly enjoyed yourself tonight and you probably told Harry how much fun you had about 13 times in the time it took him to drive you home. It made his heart swell to know he’d made you so happy tonight. Harry walked you to your apartment door, before turning you to face him, his hands finding purchase on your lower back.

“I had a wonderful time with you tonight, Love,” He says, reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ear; his touch ghosting your skin, giving you goosebumps.

You roll your eyes. “You won’t ever let up with that nickname, will you?”

“Never. Not when I get this reaction out of you.” He smirks, looking down at your lips. “May i?”

You don’t even hesitate before you nod. He immediately leans down and covers your lips with his. The feeling of warmth, and desire seeps into every pore across your entire body. His kiss feels like everything you’ve ever longed for. You feel safe. You feel at home. A feeling you hadn’t felt since you were twenty years old and lost the only two people you had left you were willing to call biological family. He made you feel alive again.

“Mm, exactly how I imagined.” He says in between rushed kisses, lips moving perfectly in sync.

“You imagined this?” You say breathlessly.

“Only every second of every. fucking. day, Love.” He says after he reluctantly pulls away. “But, I need to stop myself before I get too excited. I want this to be right.”

You shake your head, “You’re just fine.” You say before cupping both of his cheeks and capturing his lips with yours once more. “This is just right.”

“As much as I want this with you right now, we shouldn’t.” He’s gripping your wrists and gently pulling them from his face. “You have no idea how bad I want this.”

“So let’s go upstairs.” You say, trying to free your arms from his grasp.

“Love, look at me.” He says, now grabbing the sides of your neck to angle your head up at him again. “I want nothing more than to take you upstairs and give you everything you deserve.” You’re nodding along with his words, a desperate smile on your face. “But I want to take my time with you. Will you let me take my time with you and do this right?” He asks, sliding his hands up and caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.

“I guess so.” You say, voice echoing disappointment.

“Hey, none of that. I’ll take care of you soon, I promise. But for now, I want you to take your cute butt upstairs, and call your friends. I’m sure they’re all waiting to hear how much fun you had tonight. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Harry.” You say, rolling your eyes.

“Good girl,” He says, making your breath hitch and cheeks flush. “Now, Up you go. He says, not before pressing one last kiss to your pouty lips.

“See you tomorrow?” You say, turning towards him one last time.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Love.” He waits until he hears your door close behind you before making his way back to his car. He feels his phone vibrate in the cup holder.

You: Thank you for tonight, Mr. Styles. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

Harry: The pleasure was all mine, Love. I would enjoy doing that again with you sometime soon.

You: Whenever you want, Harry.

Harry: Ah, I did mention getting what I want, didn't I? How about this weekend? Saturday after you close? I’ll pick you up.

You: It’s a date. Goodnight, Harry.

Harry: Goodnight, Love.

Throwing yourself down on your bed you call Carly. Of course she’s answering on the first ring because she’s as nosy as the rest of us. “GIRL YOU BETTER TELL ME EVERYTHING!” She says as soon as the lines connect.

“Why else would I be calling? I have so much to tell you!” You recount the night's events to her with as much detail as you can. Although that doesn’t stop her from trying to pry for more.

“What do you mean he rejected you? I am so confused.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. He just wants to ‘take things slow and do this properly’ as he said in his fancy accent.” You tell her.

“What a gentleman.” Carly muses. “I want one.” She huffs through the phone. “Is Ryan single?”

Saturday’s business hours come and go before you can even process them. I mean, you did close two hours early to get ready but you still didn’t think you weren’t that close to your date with Harry.

Although, you haven’t seen Harry yet today. Ryan is the one who stopped in at lunch time. Ryan claimed it was because Harry was taking care of some business he needed to attend to before your date tonight. Harry told Ryan to make sure you didn’t worry, that you were still on for tonight and that he was sorry he couldn’t be there today. You made your way upstairs and began your getting ready process. Which included a hot shower, exfoliating, shaving every inch.. You know, the everything shower. Carly asked if you wanted her to help you again, but you declined; wanting to take your time with your self care.

Checking your phone for the hundredth time this hour, you finally get the message you’ve been waiting for.

Harry: I’m on my way, love. Can’t wait to see you.

You felt immediate goosebumps all over and butterflies in your stomach. “Oh god.” You think. “I already like him. maybe too much.” You could hear Carly scolding you now, “Bitch, knock it off. You’ve been miserable for long enough.” You think maybe she's right.

Harry’s there to pick you up at 6 pm on the dot. His black Range Rover settled behind him as he watches you make your way across the street. He reaches his hand out for you to grab once you’re close enough and he pulls you to stand between his legs, hands settling on your hips.

“Hello, Love.” He smiles down at you, eyes peering over his expensive sunglasses.

“Ello, govna. Fancy a date wiff meh?” You choke out, in your worst accent possible. He chokes on his own spit at that.

“Oh my g-, what was that?” he says, unable to hold his laughter.

“I thought I'd give your accent a shot.” You say, shrugging your shoulders.

“It’s a good thing you’re talented in other areas, love, because impressions are not your strong suit.” He says, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Shall we go, then?” He says, nodding towards his car.

“We shall.” You let him guide you around the car and open your door for you. (Jackson would never btw) He makes his way back around before sliding into his seat and taking off.

Your second date ensues without a hitch. He took you to a record store! He perused the entire store with you for hours. You both showed each other different albums and explained what they meant to you. He showed you his favorite Pink Floyd record and you showed him your favorite band's sophomore album that had gotten you through some really dark times. He kept eye contact with you and nodded along with your words, expressing his condolences for you having to experience so much already in your life. The fact that he even remembered you mentioning you enjoy vinyl hunting had you sure of one thing, you’re certain you like this man more than you should. And you’re terrified. But in the best way.

Harry gets you home around 10 pm, and walks to your door again.

“I would like to ask you a pretty important question.” Harry states, placing the palm of his hand against your cheek. You lean into his touch and nod, letting him know to continue. “I know this is rather sudden, but I would like to start seeing you. Officially, I mean.” Maneuvering his hands to tilt your face towards him, he presses a kiss to your cheek. “Call you mine.” The other cheek. “Make you happy.” Now your forehead. “Treat you with the utmost respect, like you deserve.” He kisses your nose. “Will you let me do that, sweet girl?” He pauses, gauging your reaction.

You nod your head like a mad woman, a massive smile on your face, “Oh god, yes!.” You say. And it feels like an entire weight has been lifted off your shoulders. You never imagined all those months ago that you’d be standing here with your handsome stranger agreeing to start a relationship with him. Who are you? What have you done with Y/N? Is Y/N even in the room with us?

Harry smiles a smile that can only be described as.. painful looking. “My sweet girl, gonna treat you so well. The way you deserve. Been waiting months for this.” He says, pressing his lips to yours. You reach your hands up, tangling them in his soft curls, and pull yourself to your tippy toes, attempting to meet his height. “Please,” You whisper against his lips before kissing him again. He leans down over you, trying to pull you as close to him as possible. “Please what, sweet girl?” He teases, “Gotta use your words for me, pretty.” He says, tilting your head back and placing featherlight kisses along your jawline, heading towards your right ear and taking your lobe into his mouth.

“Oh my god, Harry–Fuck.” You groan out. “Please, don’t make me wait again.” You plead, pulling his lips back to yours.

“Is my girl sure this is what she wants? I thought we agreed to take this slow.” He teases again.

“I changed my mind! Please, Harry. Please.” You plead, making him chuckle.

“Who am i to deny you, Love.” He says.

You clumsily make your way upstairs, the both of you too damn stubborn to attempt to break your kiss. Layers of clothing are shed as you make your way into your bedroom. He pauses one more time at the end of your bed, both of you only left in your underwear, “Are you sure about this Love? We can stop right now and it wouldn’t change anything.” You shake your head and push him down, straddling his lap. “I seem to remember a promise you made about taking me upstairs and giving me everything I deserve. I’m waiting for that promise to be kept, Mr. Styles.”

“Well then, allow me to demonstrate.” He says, flipping you both over so you were under him, eliciting a shriek of laughter from you.

1.2.1 (please mind the tags before you read!)

A couple months have passed and it’s cold out again. Harry’s been making good on his promise to treat you well, treat you how you deserve. He still makes his daily stops to get his cupcake and drop your coffee off, and he makes sure to give you the dozens of kisses you demand before he’s allowed to leave. You feel like a different person; you would never be caught dead showing this level of affection to a partner, let alone in a semi public setting. All of your friends are so immensely proud of you, but nobody says anything lest to make you feel embarrassed. Harry claims the title of your biggest fan and your number one supporter. Although he and Carly like to “argue” over that title. You were thrilled to finally have a relationship where your boyfriend and your best friend actually got along.

When Mr. Henry stopped in the day after your first date, you feigned ignorance.

“Good morning, dear. How was your evening?” He inquires, a smirk evident on the elderly man's face.

“Eh, it was pretty boring. I tried out this new recipe for a chocolate ganache to put on a cake. Turned out pretty well. I’m kind of excited.” You say, boxing up his normal order, plus some extras as a thank you for him to find later.

“What do you mean? I thought yo-, wait a minute. You’re being a smart ass aren’t you?” He asks, brows furrowing together.

“What was your end of the deal? I already got it out of the other two. What’s your excuse, huh?” You tease him.

“You little shit. Haha, alright. You got me there. I didn’t agree to get anything in return. There isn’t anything he could give me that I need, dear. I have all I could ever need right here.” He motions to you and Rocco. “I just wanted you to have a chance to be truly happy, like I got to be. I want you to find someone to eat peanut butter cookies for after they're gone. That’s all I asked for from him in return. He said he would do his best to make me proud. And I believe him, dear.”

The tears well in your eyes before you can even process what’s happening.

“Well, now I didn't tell you that to make you cry.” Mr. Henry picks up a napkin and hands it to you, “I’ve told you before, no time for that. You’ve got cookies to sell.”

Jesse has returned from school again for winter break. He’s been keeping tabs on you while he’s been gone though. He was so excited for you when you informed him you and Harry were officially an item.

“Yeah, and you tried telling me you weren’t interested in him.” He says, spinning a rose nail between his fingers like you taught him.

“Ooh, see! now, twist it back and start where you left off.” You said, encouraging his progress. “Ya know, Jesse, I never claimed to be perfect.” You joke.

“I know, girl. I’m just glad you’re letting yourself be happy again. It right hurt my heart to see you so sad. Mr. Henry and I were about to start scheming together.” He picks the rose up off the nail, and sets it down where you have it marked on top of the cake.

“I think all of you did plenty of scheming, don’t you?” You say, raising your eyebrow at him.

“Okay, you got me there. But can you blame us?”

“I suppose not.” You say checking the time on your phone. “Hey, Harry asked me to make his cupcake drop at the stadium. Are you okay if I run these to him real fast? I’ll be back in no time at all.”

“Go on, girl. I got this. Go get your man.” Jesse says, starting another rose on the nail. “Still can’t believe you bagged a team owner. Badass — seriously.”

You make the drive to the stadium and you’re surprised to see the team in the parking lot doing drills. You don’t think anything of it and pull into one of Harry’s parking spots near the gate like he told you to do. Gathering your various items, you step out of your car and turn to close the door.

“What are you doing here?” You hear behind you. Jackson.

“Mm, I don’t really think that’s any of your business.” You huff before continuing on your way.

“We haven’t been together for nearly a year, I have no desire to see you here.” Jackson says, rather angrily, following hot on your trail.

“Well, it's a good thing I’m not here to see you. So if you’ll excuse me.” You make a hasty exit from the conversation and let your feet carry you to Harry’s office.

“Hello, my love.” Harry says upon your entrance. “What do you have for me today?”

You half smile at him, “Um, there’s a cookies and cream for you, and the marshmallow filled for Ryan.” You say, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” He inquires from his seat.

You nod, even though it’s a lie. He shakes his head at you. “Come here, Love.” he says motioning for you to join him on his side of the desk. He pulls you to sit in front of him on the desk, he cages you in with his arms “Now, you know I don’t like dishonesty, Love.” He starts, “What’s bothering you?”

“I hate that you can read me like a book.” you mumble, your eyes beginning to well with tears.

“Mm, Have been able to since the beginning. Are you gonna tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“It’s just Jackson.” You mumble, fidgeting with your hands in your lap.

“Did he say something to you?” Harry says, his tone serious now.

“No! I mean — kind of. The guys were all in the parking lot doing drills and when he saw me, he asked why i was here, I told him it was none of his business, and then he told me he didn’t want me here.”

“I hope you gave that punk an earful.” He says, running his palms over the tops of your clothed thighs..

“I told him that it was a good thing I wasn't here to see him, and to excuse me.” You said, recounting what happened.

“Good girl. That works too. I’ll deal with him. Wanted him gone a long time ago”

“No, please, just leave it be. I don’t want to give him a reason to hate me even more. He still scares me. I didn’t recognize him that night. H-he grabbed my face and told me I n-needed to be m-more obedient to him. Please don’t make it any w-worse, Harry, please,” You plead tears beginning to stream down your face.

“Woah, pretty, let's calm down, yeah?.” He coos, pulling you off of the desk and onto his lap. He rubs soothing circles on your back and guides your breathing. “It’s okay, my sweet girl. Nobody can hurt you. I’ve got you, baby. Everything will be okay.”

Harry holds you for a while longer while he continues to do some of his work at his desk. He glances down at his watch, taking in the time. “I’m sorry, Love, I’ve got a meeting in 15, I would cancel again but that would be three times in a row.” You sit up slowly before you say, “Oh, it’s alright. I’ve gotta get back to Jesse.” He tucks your hair behind your ears and kisses you softly. “Will you be alright getting back? Should I send Ryan with you?

“No, I’ll be okay. Will I see you tonight?” You inquire, standing from his hold.

“Well, of course. I expect my nightly dose of attitude when I get there, too.” He says before giving a light pinch to your ass, making you squeal. “Let me know once you’ve made it back, my love.”

“Yes, sir.” You mumble out and you swear you almost hear Harry groan.

“Keep it up, sweetheart. You might like what happens.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you.

You make your way to the door and he opens it for you, letting you step into the hallway before him. You’re trying to be cute when you attempt to leave without a proper goodbye, but he isn’t having any of that. Harry reaches out and spins you to face him, arms immediately wrapping around your frame, making you giggle.

“And just where do you think you’re going without my ‘see you later’ kiss, hm?” He inquires.

”I’m sorry, who are you?” You say, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Oh, baby, allow me to remind you.” And he's kissing you again, making you whimper, but not for long before he’s pulling away.

“Nooo, one more.” you plead, chasing his lips with yours.

“Who are you begging for a kiss from a stranger? Naughty girl.” He teases, making you giggle again. “Off you go, my love. I’ll see you tonight.” and he sends you on your way.

You begin to make your way to your car, unaware of the following eyes. You start to hear the echo of footsteps behind you, so you peer over your shoulder and see Jackson at the end of the hall trailing behind you. You panic and begin to speed walk the last bit to your car before locking your doors once inside.

“You know, I thought you were pathetic, but this is ridiculous.” You hear through your driver side window.

“Go away, Jackson.”

“How long have you been fucking him? Huh? How long have you been plotting this? Was this your plan all along? Sleep your way up the football hierarchy? I gotta say, you made one hell of a jump; quarterback to owner? Damn girl. Could’ve at least started with an offensive coordinator, or one of the coaches.” His words were coming at you so fast.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, you wanted me first, remember?” You say, starting your car.

“You’re a right bitch, you know that? He’ll realize it soon enough and leave you in the dust like I did.”

“Did you literally forget that I’m the one who left you, genius?” You said before backing out, and pulling away.

Jackson stood and watched your car leave the parking lot, a scheme brewing in his big ass head. “I’ve got just the way to make you crumble, princess, don’t worry.” He says, laughing to himself before making his way back into the stadium.

Christmas is coming, really fast. Like in three days fast. You realize you have nothing for anybody besides Jesse. You’d gotten him a figurine of his favorite character from his favorite anime. With the promise to Jesse of as many cupcakes as he wanted, you asked him if he’d cover by himself for a few hours while you attempted to get something for Harry, Carly, Mr. Henry, Rocco, and Ryan of course. Jesse of course accepted, settling on the idea of continuing his cake decorating. You dress yourself for the cold and make your way to the mall you know has everything.

Carly, Mr. Henry, and Rocco are all very easy to shop for. Carly loves wine, makeup, and the show Sex & The City. Mr. Henry always enjoys extra cookies of course, but you also like to get him a new set of cold gear every year. He wears them until they’re worn out until the next Christmas. He says he always appreciates it because his wife used to do the same, and that it really makes him feel cared for. That man just loves to make you cry by being sweet, and then tell you to knock it off for crying. You can't ever win with him. Rocco of course loves a good treat bag and a new toy. But you always make sure to get him a doggy scarf to match with Mr. Henry’s.

You’d even surprisingly found something for Ryan, well two things. One of them is just a tie in a very specific color he mentioned liking, and the other is a pen that makes a sound when he clicks the top. It says “Yes, Mr. Styles.” in Ryan’s voice. You swore you’ve heard Ryan say those words more than you’ve heard him say anything else. Makes sense since he is Harry’s right hand man. But now, here we are. Nothing for arguably the most important person.

Taking out your phone on your journey back to your car, you tap on his contact. He answers the phone on the second ring. ”Hi, sweet girl. You okay?”

You giggle, “Of course I’m okay, why wouldn’t I be?” Reaching your car, you set your bags in the trunk and slide into the driver's seat.

“Well, you never have time to call me in the middle of the day, so I thought something might be wrong.” He says, his voice seeming calmer now.

“Oh, yeah, I’m out shopping. I guess I actually do kind of need your help.” You make his heart rate pick up at him hearing you needing him for something. He knew how hard asking for help was for you, no matter how small the act in question was, so he was proud of you.

“I’m all ears, baby. What can I do for you?”

You hesitate for a moment, “What is something you think you’d like for christmas?”

You can hear him sigh a laugh through the phone. “Baby, I don’t need anything from you. I have all I could ever need. You gave me everything the day you agreed to be mine.”

His words make you tear up, but your bratty side still takes over 99% of the time. “Has anyone ever told you how annoying you are?” You say, tone feigning attitude.

“Mm, sometimes my girlfriend does when she’s pretending to be pissed at me.” He quips back at you.

“She sounds like a handful.”

“She’s many things, but never that.” He’s doing that thing again where he talks about how easy it is to love you. “She thinks her words are sharp enough to cut.” He starts again, “But I think she’s just deflecting.”

“I hate you.” You whisper, but he can hear your smile through the phone.

“Are you sure about that, Love?

“Yes, you still didn’t answer my question. I asked what you wanted, not what you needed.” Attempting to steer the conversation from where it was going.. But that didn’t work out very well.

“Sweet girl, I don’t think you want me to tell you what I want over the phone when I know what I’d tell you would leave you an achy mess for the rest of the day.” there’s not a single ounce of hesitation in his voice.

“Like you’d pass up an opportunity to make me squirm.” You say, a real attitude prevalent in your tone. Since he wants to go there.

“Is that a challenge? I can start listing all the ways I plan on making you squirm once I get my hands on you. You want that?”

“Y-yes.” You breathe out. Until you realize you’re sitting in your car. Sitting in your car in a public parking lot. Y/N, get a grip. “I mean, n-no. No. Stop distracting me.” You clear your throat. “Tell me something you want for Christmas, I’m serious Harry.”

“You really want to know?” He says quietly, but you know that voice.

“Nope. Bye.” You say hanging up on him. You knew exactly where that was going. He immediately calls you back but you send him to voicemail. Putting your car in drive, you take off after the perfect idea popped into your head. You just hoped this place still had what you were looking for. Harry’s still trying to call you but you’ve turned on DND. You start to get excited wondering what his reaction will be to that.

Making your way back to the bakery, you’d called Jesse ahead of time requesting his help with the big box while you got the bags. “Where do you want this box?” He asks walking in after you.

“Would you mind taking it upstairs? Pretty pleaaaase?” You say, setting your bags on the counter.

“You got it, girl. Be right ba-, wait, keys? Oh, I see them. Be right back.”

You turn to see the cake he was working on, thoroughly impressed by his progress. His roses are damn near perfect at this point. Now if he could just get some not dude looking handwriting, he’ll be golden! You’re turning the cake to check out the other side when the doorbell chimes. Without taking your eyes off the cake you begin to speak, “Welcome in, give me just one second.” Lifting your hands up you begin to slide the cake off of the lazy susan before turning to place the cake in the cooler. But when you turn around, you’re met with Jackson; standing at your bakery counter with a blue folder in his hand, and a devious smile on his face. He has you cornered. And Jesse is still upstairs. The cake falls from your hands right onto the floor in front of your feet.

“I finally have a way to make you pay for what you did to my career, you football ladder climbing slut.” He sneers at you, waving the folder back and forth.

“I-I d-don’t, wh-what?”

“You. You ruined me when you left.”

“I didn’t do anything to you. I didn’t say anything about you. I don’t even think I unfollowed you for heaven's sake, Jackson.” You say getting louder, hoping Jesse will hear and come back down. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’ve played like shit since you left. You fucked with my head and I haven’t played the same.”

“I fucked with your head? You’re joking right?”

“Dead serious, princess. As serious as this folder right here. Here, this is your copy anyways." He says, sliding your bags off the counter, sending the limited edition Pink Floyd album that you had just bought Harry for Christmas onto the floor. Completely shattering it. The album was a first edition pressing from 1975 when the album came out. Harry wouldn’t let you buy it for him the night of your first date. “Haven’t got a turntable, Love. I wouldn’t be able to appreciate it properly.” But that’s what Jesse was taking upstairs. You’d bought him a turntable and his first record. That was now shattered on the floor. “Oops.” Jackson says, feigning an apology.

“What do you want, Jackson?” You say, snatching the folder from his hand.

“I now own this entire building, and you have one week to get all of your shit and get the fuck out.” He says, inching closer to you over the counter.

Your eyes widen. “W-what, what the fuck are you talking about? Jesse! Jesse, come back, please!” You scream, flipping through the pages of the folder.

“Jesse, come back, please!” Jackson mocks you. “Jesse can’t do shit.” but that's when Jesse comes barreling down the stairs.

“Ah ah ah, pretty boy. I will own everything you own in the matter of seconds once you lay a finger on me. Let me explain to the both of you — since you demanded an audience — how this works.” He says, sauntering over to the table by the window and plopping down in the chair. “You own this business, not the building.” That is true. Your business is a part of a strip of brick buildings and they all have apartments above them. You paid rent every month like everyone else did along the strip. “The building was owned by Jeff Walker, who just so happened to get a pretty nice cash offer from yours truly. And now I’m the owner. How does that make you feel, princess? You wanna sleep with me again now that I own something?”

His words make you want to vomit. You’re thankful Harry has never called you princess.

“Dude, get out of here. Don’t make me call the cops.” Jesse says, stepping in front of the counter.

“Oh, I’m not staying. Just gotta let my tenants know who their new landlord is. You got a week, princess. And you’re out.” He says, flinging the door open before leaving.

You’re frozen. You’re staring at the papers saying Jackson owns your building, and you’re frozen. You can’t move. You can’t think. You almost can't even breathe. You don’t even hear Jesse calling your name. Not until he grips your shoulders and shakes you.

“Y/N, come on, come back to me.” He pleads. But you’re sinking to the floor, pulling your knees to your chest. He panics. Looking in your bag, he grabs your phone and calls Harry.

“Oh, now you want to continue what you started earlier? I see how you are, Naughty girl.” Harry says when he answers the phone.

“Look man, I’ll pretend like i didn’t hear that if you please get to Y/N’s shop as soon as you possibly can.”

“Did something happen? What’s wrong?” Panic rising in Harry’s tone.

“Jackson was here, there’s some folder. I don–, just get here, please. She needs you.”

“Fuck, Okay. I am on my way right now. Thank you for calling me, Jesse. Tell her I’ll be there soon.”

Jesse gets down on the floor with you and wraps his arm around your shoulders. “Hey, you’re good. Harry’s on his way, alright?”

Harry gets to your shop in record time. Pushing the door open and rushing inside like his life depended on it. “Baby? Where are you?” he asks, not seeing anybody.

“We’re down here!” Jesse claims from behind the counter. Harry walks around the counter taking in the sight before him. You’re cradled into Jesse, absolutely shaking.

“Oh no, my girl. Come here, baby.” He says.

“She says she can’t stand.”

“Oh, I know she can. She’s strong. C’mon baby, let's go upstairs.” He says, placing his hand on your shoulder. “C’mon, I know you can.”

You shake your head. “H-he b-bought the building, H-harry.” You cry out, “I’m going to lose ever—” Unable to speak, your sobs take over.

“What is she talking about?” He asks, looking at Jesse, not wanting you to try to talk anymore.

“It’s all in that folder.’ Jesse nods his head towards the counter next to Harry.

He picks it up, flipping through the contents. “Hah, that fucker.” He says, folding the folder in half and tucking it into his jacket pocket. “Alright, Love.” He says, leaning down to pull you up and into his arms. “Up we go.” He tosses you slightly to get his arms in the right spots under your knees and across your back.

“I’ll take care of everything down here. Thank you for coming, man.” Jesse gently grabs Harry’s shoulder.

“Of course. Thank you for calling.” Harry responds before he disappears with you up the stairs.

He walks you into the bathroom and sets you down on the counter before trying to step away from your hold, but your arms remained locked around his neck. “No. Stay. Please.”

“I am, baby, I want to run you a bath.” He chuckles, “Promise, I'm coming right back, yeah?” he presses his lips to your temple to soothe you. You nod and let him go. Harry walks over to the bathtub and turns the knob. Setting his arm out to test the water until it’s warm enough for your liking, and drops the stopper in the drain. Before returning to you, he drops some of your lavender bubble bath that’s placed on the side of your tub. He stands between your legs again and places his hands on your hips. “Alright, my girl, arms up.” He says while grabbing the hem of your sweatshirt.

“Will y-you get in w-with me?” You ask as he reaches behind you to gently undo your bra.

“Of course, If that’s what you want.” He’s reaching down to unbutton your jeans and you slide down off the counter so he can pull them down your legs along with your underwear. “My girl. I hate seeing you so sad. Let’s get you relaxed. Deal with what we can right now, yeah?” You nod, trying to even out your breathing. He pulls his clothes from his body before settling in the tub. Harry holds his hand out to help guide you, “Careful, don’t slip.” he says as you set your foot down into the warm water. You sink down and Harry pulls you to lay on his front, wrapping his arms around your waist before sinking so you're both covered by the water. “Alright, sweetheart, you’re safe now. I’m here with you,” He says, rubbing soothing circles where his thumbs rest on your hips.

“He’s ruined everything, Harry.” You cry.

“Baby, he hasn’t ruined anything yet. He’s got a piece of paper saying he’s giving Walker some money. We can’t solve anything about that right now. Let’s focus on what we can solve, okay? What can we solve right now, even if it’s small?” He asks you, reaching up to rub his hands all over your back.

You shake your head, “Can you just hold me, please?”

“Course i can. We can talk later if you want?”

“Can you just talk? Distract me?”

“Absolutely, love. About anything in particular?”

“Talk to me about your tattoos.” You say, running your fingers over the ones you can see on his chest.

Harry goes into his story about when he started getting his tattoos. He tells you the stories behind the ones that mean the most to him. He explains his tattoos as a collection of memories of instances in his life that he never wants to forget. You think that sounds wonderful.

“Would you get one for me?” You ask, partially teasing.

“Of course I would. I’d do it tomorrow.”

“Wait, really? I wasn’t serious. That’s permanent, Harry.”

“Really? They are? I had no idea.” He teases you. “Better get my money back. I was wondering why they weren’t coming off in the shower.”

“You’re so annoying.” You huff at him, making him breathe a laugh through his nose. “What would you get for me?”

“Hm, hard to tell. Perhaps the outline of a cupcake?” He muses at you.

“I quite like that idea, Mr. Styles.”

“I enjoy any idea that keeps a piece of you with me forever.” He says placing a kiss on your forehead.

“You know, you give my cupcakes a run for their money with your sweetness.” You say earning a chuckle from him.

Harry continues to hold you until you begin to stir. “Are you ready to get out?” He’s looking down at you, continuing his ministrations with his hands on your hips.

You nod, “Yeah. Will you keep holding me though?” You ask.

“Anything you want, baby.” He assures you.

Harry gently dries you off before helping you brush your hair, and put a set of your pajamas on. You’ve seen every inch of this man but these actions here feel so much more intimate to you. You’ve never felt so cared for in your life. He slides into a pair of his clothes that you keep in a drawer for him in your dresser--He melted when you told him that it was his drawer– and he gets into your bed with you. He curls himself around you, face tucked into your neck, an arm sliding under your shoulders, and the other across your waist, and he pulls you as close as he possibly can.

You’re soothed by the soft thump of his heartbeat against your back, and the warmth of his even breaths against your neck. Your breathing finally begins to fully calm, and you slowly stop shaking.

“M’ so tired, Harry.” You whisper. He places a soft kiss on the nape of your neck.

“You wanna take a nap, baby? I’ll stay with you.” He says, breath tickling your throat.

“That’s not what I meant. I’m tired of everything going wrong.”

“Everything hasn’t gone wrong, sweetheart. I will look into this first thing in the morning, okay?”

“He broke your christmas present.” You say, turning yourself in his hold so you were facing him. “I found you the perfect gift and it’s gone. Shattered, Harry.”

“Baby, I told you, you’re the best gift I could have asked for. Material things are great, but I’d rather have you.” He says, cradling the side of your face.

“You have me all the time, Harry. Why do you always have the right thing to say?” You roll your eyes at him, trying not to smile. He makes it so hard to be upset. He looks at things with such a positive outlook and it’s so contagious.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He quips, sliding his hand under your jaw and lightly squeezing, eliciting a whimper from you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You say, blinking your lashes at him.

“Sure you don’t, pretty.” He says, placing a chaste kiss to your lips. “I’m sorry you had such a rough day. We’ll start over tomorrow, okay? Is there anything else we can do tonight to make you feel a little better?” He says while peppering kisses all over your face, making you giggle. “Anything at all, baby?” You know exactly what he wants, how he wants to distract you.

“Nope, not a thing.” You say as he slides his other hand further down your body, teasing the hem of your sleep shorts. “Can’t think of anything else I n–eed toni–, ohh.” The tips of his fingers find that spot, and you’re at a loss for words; He stole them right from your mouth and replaced them with his tongue. You reach your hands up, winding them in his hair and pull him off of you, “Please, don’t stop.” You say before connecting your lips again.

“Oh, but I thought my girl didn’t need anything else from me?” He teases.

“Harry, I swear to god I'll kill you.”

“Ooh, she’s feisty now, everybody.” He says while gently turning you two over so he’s leaning over you. “Sure you can’t think of anything else you need?” You shake your head, trying to pull his face to yours, and hooking your leg around his hip to pull him closer, but he’s not budging. “Gotta use your words for me, baby.”

You pout at him, “I hate you.”

“Sure you do, sweetheart. Gonna tell me what you need?”

“You. Need you. Please.”

Harry wakes up a few hours later to the feeling of you wrapped around him. If you asked him, he’d take this version of waking up every day. But he'll have that conversation with you later, when he knows you’re ready to have it.

Slowly, he peels himself away from you, it warms his heart to see your sleeping frame frown at the loss of his warmth. “I’ll be right back, baby. Just need to make a call.” He whispers against your forehead before pressing a kiss. He knows you’re sleeping, but just in case a small part of you wasn't, he didn't want that small part to worry. Harry quietly pulls your bedroom door shut before making his way into your kitchen. He finds his jacket and retrieves his phone, immediately calling Ryan.

“Yes, Mr. Styles?” Ryan says as soon as he answers the phone.

“Ryan, I need you to do something.” Harry breathes into the phone. “I need you to get a meeting with Jeff Walker. As soon as possible.”

Stretching your arm to the right, you feel the cold sheets of your bed. You sit up and notice your door is slightly ajar, and faintly you can hear the clattering of pans in the kitchen.

“Harry?” You call out, slipping out of the comfort of your bed. You wince at the ache in your legs once you pull yourself to stand. Harry’s sweatshirt is laying on the ottoman at the end of your bed, so you slip that over your head and make your way towards the sounds in the kitchen.

Taking in the sight before you, a shirtless Harry standing at the counter, whisking something together in a large bowl. His sweatpants are hanging dangerously low on his hips, and his hair is wildly unkempt looking. But you’d wake up to this sight every day if he asked you to. He’s still unaware of your presence, so to really get his attention you saunter over behind him and slowly snake your arms around his middle, laying your cheek against his bare back.

“Good morning, pretty.” He says placing one of his hands over yours on his chest. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mm, like a baby.” You hum against his back. “My legs are sore though, you menace.” He chuckles at that, turning himself in your hold, wrapping his arms around you.

“Are you complaining?” He asks, placing a kiss on your temple.

“No, not at all.” You roll your eyes at him.

“Rolling our eyes this early? You a masochist or something?” He teases you, pinching your ass and making you jolt.

You shake your head and press your face into his chest. “No. You’re just annoying.”

“Mm, mhm. So annoying, baby.” He says before kissing the crown of your head. Harry then reaches his hands down the backs of your thighs and lifts you onto the counter.. “Let me finish this, and then I’m all yours until we have to get ready for work. How’s that sound?”

“I don’t think I can do it today, Harry. I’m so mentally exhausted. I don’t want to open my shop if I won’t be able to open it a week from now.”

“Oh, my sweet girl. Everything will fall into place, I promise.” He says cupping your cheek; swiping over the surface with his thumb.

“How can you stand there and say that? How can you know that?” You say, not accusingly but with a pleading tone. You want nothing more than to believe him, but you’ve lost so much in your life, it's hard to believe in any kind of positive outcome.

“I don’t. But you have to look at it that way. You have to give yourself something to hope for. You’re just making yourself miserable by expecting the worst.”

“It’s easier if I expect the worst and then the worst happens. I prepared myself for it at least.”

“No, baby. That’s not healthy.” He says tilting your head back to look into your eyes. “I know you’ve been through so much, and it always feels like life is out to get you. But I promise it’s not all bad out there. There are so many exciting things for you to experience, but you have to try. You have to have hope. Can you try for me today?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your nose. “Please, my girl?” You slowly nod your head in his hold, but he shakes his. “Nuh uh, baby. I need to hear you say you’re going to try for me today.”

“I pr-promise I’ll try, Harry.” He smiles at you.

“Good girl.” He says, stepping back to the stove, but not before pecking your lips.

He continues to make breakfast and serves you at the island. As he places the plates down, his phone vibrates next to him. A message from Ryan displayed on the screen.

Right Hand Ryan: Good morning Mr. Styles. Walker agreed to a meeting this morning at 10:30. I’ll see you when you arrive at the office.

Harry: Thank you, Ryan.

Going about the rest of your morning routine with Harry feels so domestic and right to you. You still can’t believe that a stranger you met in a parking lot would mean this much to you now. You’re certain of how you feel, but you won’t let the words come out. But Harry knows. He can see it in how you look at him. He just hopes you can tell he feels the same in the way he looks at you.

The two of you make your way downstairs, just in time for Jesse to make his way inside to help open.

“Good morning you two. I wasn’t sure what the plan was but I was gonna show up either way.” Jesse says from the doorway.

“We’re gonna milk this for all it’s worth and go from there.” You say, squeezing Harry’s hand beside you. He squeezes yours right back. “Everything will fall into place.”

“Hell yeah. I like the sound of that.” Jesse says, pumping his fist in the air. “I’ll get my stuff set up then. See you later, Harry. Thanks again for yesterday.” He says, giving Harry a fist bump before he goes into the back room.

“What a lovely pep talk, baby. Sounds like you’ve got a great life coach.” Harry says leaning down to kiss you.

“Mm, not sure about a life coach. But I’ve got a pretty good boyfriend.”

“Can he fight? Because you’re mine, in case you forgot.”

“Not sure about that. I’m sure he can though. He’s good at everything he does. Especially this one thing with his ton-,”

“Okay, pretty, I really have to go, and if you finish tha-“ you cut him off with a kiss.

“Off you go, my sweet boy.” You say smiling up at him. He’s got hearts in his eyes at the moniker. You haven’t called him anything but Harry all these months.

“I’ll be back for you later,” he grumbles before kissing you once more, and then he’s gone.

Jesse does his best to distract you throughout the morning. He kept showing you how well he could form a rose now on the nail. It was so nice seeing him so proud of himself. You felt so happy knowing that the knowledge you taught him was making this kind of impact on him.

It’s Christmas Eve. Harry asked you to spend the holiday with him at his place, but you begged him to spend it with you at yours. You said you wanted to spend as much time in your place as you could before it was no longer yours. It tugged at his heartstrings and he folded. You had no idea of the trick up his sleeve anyhow. So the place he presented it to you was of no matter.

“Baby, can you help me with this real fast?” You say from the living room. Harry nearly slices his finger off at you calling him ‘baby’. He still hasn’t stopped thinking about you calling him your ‘sweet boy’ the other day. After hearing both of these names you’ve chosen for him he’s certain he never wants to hear you call him Harry again.

“Y-yeah, of course.” He says setting the knife down and walking over to you. You’re setting up the christmas tree you had tucked away in the closet, but you can't quite reach to set the star on top. “What’s up, pretty? Oh, you’re being vertically challenged, eh?” He teases, taking the star from your grasp and placing it atop the tree. He turns and looks at you and chuckles at the frown etched all over your face.

“Shut up. It’s not like I can help it.” You huff. “Not everyone is a big, tall, pain in the ass of a man.” You say as he inches closer to you, winding his arms around you and pulling you closer with every word that left your lips.

“I know, I’m sooo annoying and such a pain in the ass. I know, baby.” He coos at you, placing a kiss to your forehead. You spin in his hold and take in the state of your christmas tree. “Looks beautiful, my girl. He places another kiss to your temple.

“Does it? Is it good enough to be our first christmas tree?” You ask quietly. Placing your hands over his arms as they lay across your chest.

“You kiddin’? Course it is. You did it, so it's perfect.” He says, making you roll your eyes. “Don’t you roll your eyes at me. It’s true.” One of his hands travels south to pinch your ass, again.

“How would you know I rolled my eyes? You can’t even see my face.”

“Mm, on the contrary, my love. I see your face every time I close my eyes. But I know you rolled your eyes because I know you.” Harry says, spinning you back around in his hold. “Now, come. We have much to do in the kitchen.”

“Harry, I’m not kissing you every 30 seconds because you bought yourself a ‘Kiss the Cook!’ apron.

“No, no. None of that in my kitchen right now. We’ve got a meal to prepare. Now, follow my lead.” He says placing your hands on his hips and guiding you to the kitchen.

Harry had two different gifts to give you, but he had to wait until early Christmas morning to get one of them. He wooed you with a delicious home cooked meal, some wine and another bath that wasn’t so PG rated thanks to said wine, and a good cuddle session before bed.

Harry stirs awake just a little before the sunrise. He eases himself from your hold and sneaks his way into the living room. Looking for the item in question, he places it into the gift box and sets it under the tree with the other presents, and then tiptoes back to your bedroom to lay with you until you wake up. He sets himself back down on your bed and inches his way towards you, careful not to wake you before you’re ready. (He made that mistake before) You stir slightly in your sleep and turn towards him, placing your hand on his chest. He takes the opportunity to take that hand in his and position himself under you so you could rest your head on his chest. He studies your face and takes in how serene you look. How at peace, how happy you look. It makes tears burn at the seams of his eyes, but you begin to move and he wipes them away.

“Too early.” You mumble, pulling your comforter up over your head.

“Ah, but baby, Santa was here and I think he wants you to open your presents.” Harry coos at you, slowly pulling the blanket off of you.

“Santa can fuck off.” You huff.

“Such language. You kiss your man with that mouth?” He quips at you, placing a soft smack to your ass.

“Mm, all the time. Says he loves my filthy mouth.”

“Oh, I do, sweetheart.” He concurs. “But, I do really need you to get up. We’ve got a breakfast to make and presents to open, my sweet girl.” He says placing his arms under your legs, and your back before lifting you from your bed.

“Harry! Stop, I need pants.” You say as he leaves your bedroom.

“Oh, I beg to differ on that one, love.” He says setting you down on the couch.

“It’s cold in here, you horn dog.” You scold him.

“Ah, but I can think of so many things we could do to warm you up that don’t involve pants.”

“Oh my god, down boy. Take your bone and chill.” You say making your way back to your room.

Upon your return, Harry is waiting for you on the couch, quite literally looking like a kid on Christmas. “Come sit with me.” He says holding his hand out to you. Taking your seat next to him, he pulls your legs to rest in his lap before reaching over and grabbing the two gift boxes he has for you.

“Oh, yours is that big box right there.” You point next to the tree. He smiles and grabs the box and places it in front of him. He hands you the first of the two boxes he wants you to open. Pulling the ribbon from the top of the box, you pull the top of the box off and open it to find a singular key. “It’s a key.” You say. “I’m lost.” You laugh out.

“That, my love, is a key to my house.” He deadpans, searching your face for a reaction. “If you want it, of course.” You snap your head to look at him. Tears have formed in your waterline and your lip begins to quiver. “Oh, baby. This wasn’t meant to make you cry. I’m sorry.” He says pulling you into his embrace.

“No, No, it's fine. Really. I’m happy.” You assure him. “I’m so happy.” You say pressing your lips to his. “So, so, so happy.”.

“So you’ll move in with me?” He asks excitedly.

“Of course I will.” You say, grabbing his hand and leaving a kiss on his palm. “I’d love nothing more, baby.”

“You keep calling me that.” He mumbles.

“I’m sorry, do you not like it?”

“No, I don't like it.” He deadpans, making you sweat a little. “I love it. Please keep going.”

“Oh, okay you narcissist. Your turn to open something.” You say lightly pushing him off of you.

“Alright, alright.” He slides the big box closer to him. “I thought I told you I didn't need anything from you.” He says.

“I thought I told you to shut up and open your present.” You scold him

“Okay, down girl.” He muses at you. Harry starts tearing the wrapping paper to get to the present beneath it. He’s met with the words ‘Audio Technica’ and a smile breaks onto his face. “A turntable? You got me a turntable?” He looks to you with adoration in his eyes.

“Yeah, thought you might like to start your own collection since you liked going through mine so much.” You say smiling at him.

“My sweet, sweet girl.” He says, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “Thank you, baby. I absolutely love it.”

“There was another part to it, but that’s the part that Jackson broke.” You whispered out. “I went back to that record store you took me to on our second date and got you that limited edition Pink Floyd record. I wanted to get you your first record too.”

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. I love this without the record. We can always find another one someday.”

“I guess you’re right.” You huff.

“Course I am. Now, I believe you have one more present to open.” He says handing you the other little gift box. He keeps his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you pull the top off of the box.

“It’s.. my keys?” You say pulling your keys from the box. “What is it with you and keys?” You ask him. He just stares at you with a shit eating grin. “Well?”

“Allow me to explain.” Harry says before his story begins.

The morning of his meeting with Jeff Walker, he’d been determined to change the outcome of this purchase no matter what it took. He was certain things would go in his favor; they always did. It also helped that Walker was a past associate of Harry’s so there was already a mutual respect there.

Walker knocks on Harry’s office door and Ryan lets him in. The men shake hands and proceed to take their respective seats. “Harry, you old dog. I must say, I was surprised to get your meeting request, old friend. How long has it been?” “Too long, Jeff. How’s the wife?” Harry muses from his seat.

“Ah, Janet is lovely. She’s actually in Japan right now, but she is not the reason you wanted this meeting. So, my good man, do enlighten me.

“Nothing gets by you, Jeff. I indeed do need your help.”

“Well, I am all ears. Always willing to help an old friend in need. What can I do for you, Styles?”

“First, let me ask you this, what exactly is your business with Jackson Cole?” Harry asks, fiddling with the pen between his fingers.

“Ah, that boy. He came to me a few weeks ago asking if he could buy a property of mine. Says he wants to delve into the realm of property owning.” Jeff begins, “But at first I wasn’t budging. That was until he offered to pay in cash. So I accepted his offer.”

“See, that’s where my problem is.”

“I’m not following, Harry.”

“Jeff, I met a girl this year and she’s turned out to mean more to me than anyone else on this planet.”

“That doesn’t seem like much of a problem to me.” Jeff laughs from his seat.

“No, that’s not the problem.” Harry chuckles, “The problem is that she used to be in a relationship with Cole. A toxic one; He was horrible to her. And now Cole is planning on using the building he’s purchasing from you to try and ruin her life. Her business is in that building, and he’s told her she’s got a week to get out.”

“Well, the sale isn’t even finalized until next week.” Jeff says from his chair. “And I don’t like the sound of this kid. I’m surprised he’s still here.”

“That’s being handled once we’re done here,” Harry muses, “So there’s time then? To cancel the deal?”

“Indeed, but i quite liked the idea of selling that building, Harry, i can’t even lie to you.”

“I’ll buy it then. I’ll give you what he was going to give you. I’ll even throw in covering the cancellation costs and a stipend for you.”

“You really like this girl, huh, Styles?”

“You have no idea, Jeff. Do we have a deal?” Harry asks, reaching his hand across his desk.

“Of course, old friend.” He grabs Harry’s hand in a firm shake, “Let’s try to not let as much time pass before our next meeting, Harry.”

“Agreed, Jeff. Have a great trip back to the city. I greatly appreciate your time today.”

“I hope you make that girl's day when you tell her.” Jeff says before making his way out. Harry lets out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. He was certain he’d be able to get what he needed from this meeting, but it still shook him to his core to know that Y/N’s business was on the line. He was willing to do whatever it took, but he was thankful Jeff was so willing to help Harry out. Although it might be because Harry had been Jeff’s biggest donor when he was starting his company. But Jeff would never admit that.

“Are you going to tell Y/N?” Ryan asks from his desk in the corner.

“Soon, yes. First, I need you to get Cole in here. Tell him I’m not asking.”

“Yes, Mr. Styles.” Ryan says before leaving the office in search of Jackson.

“Y-you bought this place?” You ask him, unable to contain your tears anymore. "I thought you said Walker backed out of the deal."

“He did, out of the deal with Jackson and into one with me. It's all yours, Love.”

“Wait. Harry, I don’t know how to be a landlord.”

“Ah, not to worry, love. I’ll take care of all of that. You just worry about making your sweets and running your business. But I still want you to come home to me every night.”

“Harry.” You say. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, baby. You don’t have to say anything at all.” He says cradling you to his chest.

“I just can’t believe someone would do something like this for me.” You say cupping his face with both hands.

He reaches up and grips your wrists lightly and looks into your eyes, “I would do anything for you, my perfect girl.” He kisses you softly. “I love you.. So much.” He says, happy tears streaming down his face as he looks at you with such adoration.

Those words. Those words you’d been so desperate to hear for the longest time, and for someone to mean them? You’re a mess. Harry showed you that it’s okay to get your hopes up, because he’ll max out your expectations every time. You’re sure you’re bawling but can’t seem to care. You’re certain you feel the same. “And I love you so much, my sweet, perfect boy.” You say before kissing him with more fervor than you ever have before. He pulls away and he’s looking at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. “Merry Christmas, Baby.” You say to him.

“Merry Christmas, Love.”

Bonus:

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Styles?” Jackson says as he enters Harry’s office.

“Indeed, son. Have a seat.” Harry motions to the chairs across from his desk. Jackson takes a seat and glances around the room warily.

“Now, I’m going to explain this to you very quickly and carefully, Cole. You are going to walk out of this office, go into the locker room and clear your shit out.” “Wait a sec-” Jackson begins to speak, but Harry’s quicker.

“Silence. I’m speaking.” Harry says, waving his hand. “As I was saying, after you’ve cleared out your locker, there's a plane waiting for you at the airport. Your apartment is in the process of being sold and all your items are being packed at this very moment. The plane will be taking you to Los Angeles where you will join their 53 man roster as a third string quarterback.”

“Third string? What is the meaning of this, sir?”

“I am so glad you asked.” Harry muses. “It seems you can’t leave alone what’s mine. So I'm removing you from the situation in a way that keeps you alive, me out of prison, and my girlfriend's mind at ease.”

“Mr. Styles, with all due respect I’m of more use to you here.”

“Really? A dead last draft pick that cant keep his feet on the ground is of use to me here? How does that make any sense? The same dead last draft pick that fumbled the ball more times than I could count in last year's championship game?”

“Sir, please, I’ll do anyth–”

“Enough. The decision has been made, Cole. You’re free to go. Say goodbye to your teammates and be on your way.” Harry says, making Jackson stand from his seat. “One more thing,” Harry starts before Jackson can leave, “If you ever try to speak to, bother, or even breathe the same air as Y/N again, I will have your career. You’re lucky you still have one. You can thank her for that. She wouldn’t be able to live with it if I’d gotten to do what I actually wanted to. So, count your blessings, boy.” He pauses briefly, taking in the look of anger and desperation all over Jackson’s face. “Have I made myself clear?”

“Y-yes, Mr. Styles.”

a/n 2.0: THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR COMING ALONG WITH ME ON THIS JOURNEY!! THANK YOU AGAIN TO MOTHER @freedomfireflies FOR THE ENCOURAGEMENT AND LOVE. I really owe so much to you!! I absolutely adore you 🫶🏻🩵

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