“jus Want To Feel Your Touch All The Time” Nerd H, Like Maybe He’s Telling Her To Sit In His Lap

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

I’ll Crawl Home to Her

After a long day, all Peter wants is a bit of love and someone to take care of him.

PAIRING: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT: 3k

CONTENT: they’re 18+, fluff, nsfw, oral (m), light sub/dom, soft smut, mentions of violence, injuries + blood, thigh riding, cleaning wounds, bit of plot (?)

NOTES: inspired after the scene where Peter goes to Gwen’s place. And I should have proof read this more but I really wanted to get this out asap!

The tapping sound was faint, almost inaudible and would have been mistaken for tree branches rattling together or the traffic lights swaying in the breeze had it not been insistent. It began from the base of the window by her bed, becoming increasingly louder, slicing through the night.

The latches popped open, the window being pushed open with a hand restricted from view as a thudding sound echoed throughout the room.

The action would have been concerning for anyone but her.

Instead, she rolled out of bed, rubbed the sleep from her eyes and shuffled closer to the window. She kicked over the black bag that was tossed to the ground before looking out.

“Sorry,” Peter rasped, smiling weakly as his mouth hung open. “Wasn’t trying to be that loud.”

Peter crouched on the fire escape that wrapped around the apartment building. The soft moonlight caressed his face, hidden and shining through his hair along with the nearby multicoloured lights that reflected off the nearby bulletin boards.

There was a monochromatic beauty of the moon that the sun could never offer: the return of Peter.

“Oh, Pete,” she sighed, worried that he was maskless. Her focus latched onto the blood coating the side of his face, matting his hair to his head and the gashes and tears through his suit.

“Been a long night,” he tried to joke, shifting and climbing through the window.

She wrapped her hands around him when he came in, limping and nearly falling over. She observed him, searching for any other injuries as Peter leaned into her touch.

Peter always did this, refused to go to the hospital in fear of revealing identity. She saw what the world didn’t get to. They saw Spider-man, an invincible being, undoubtedly brave with superhuman strength and intelligence. But she saw Peter Parker: a boy battered and bruised, soft and shy — limbs pliable as clay every night.

It was a privilege knowing Peter, one that was filled with the purest of love and devotion but frightening, darkened by the fear that he may meet his match one day.

No matter how many times he managed to find his way back to her like this, it never failed to bring an overwhelming terror to wash over her, having to stifle the onslaught of tears.

“Hey, hey,” he cooed. “It’s not that bad. I’m fine. You know I heal unnaturally fast.”

She bit her cheek, nodded stiffly and led Peter into the bathroom to run a bath.

As softly as possible, she tried to peel his suit off him and lowered him in the tub. He hissed and grunted, pain etched into his face as the sensitive wounds met the warm water.

She knelt on the cold tiles, bending over the bath, wiping away the blood with wet cloths, washing away the dirt, blood and grim as Peter tried to prevent soap from entering the open wounds. He hissed through clenched several times as she lifted the alcohol-soaked rag to the cuts.

Thankfully, Peter eventually relaxed. A continuous murmur of ‘thank you’s’ left his lips was mixed in with the running tap. His head rested against the cool titles and raised white ridge of the bath as he watched her with a soft glance.

“You’re the best,” he said, the corners of his mouth twitching up until noticing her expression.

Her mouth hadn’t shifted from the fine line it had set itself when she first saw his condition.

She doesn’t ask what happened, she rarely does these days, but it doesn’t stop the worry that ate away at her. And by the look of these wounds, there was no doubt he had been in a grave situation.

“Stop it,” he tried, hoping to halt her movements. “Hey — Woah — easy there.”

His hand, wet with soapy water lifted to cup her cheek and forced her to hold his gaze. “I’m fine. I’m here.”

She sucked in a sharp breath, forcing on a little smile while soaking in his touch. “I’m just… I’m always so worried.”

There was something unreadable that crossed Peter.

“I know, and I’m sorry.”

She shook her head, kissed the tip of his nose and got up, albeit with a whine of protest from Peter, leaving to reach for the mirror cabinet to grab the first aid kit. “You never have to apologize for quite literally saving New York.”

There was a slight chuckle, followed by the splashing of water that had her whipping her head.

“Woah!” She exclaimed, rushing up to Peter who had stood by himself, grabbing his robe with wobbly legs. “Easy there, bug boy. No responsibilities for you tonight. Let me take care of you.”

Guiding him back to their bed, Peter winced as he lowered himself down, sinking into the fluffy bedding and pillows, drowning in his robe but managed to keep one hand on her thigh.

Dabbing on antibiotic ointments before applying little bandaids on top of cuts, she was acutely aware of Peter’s unwillingness to let her go, not even for a moment.

“Mm,” he said, a bit distressed as the antibiotics stung him. “You’re wearing my shirt.”

“Was missing you. Makes me feel like you’re close to me.”

She continued to work in silence, smiling every once in a while and Peter’s soft gaze never left her face.

“Penny for your thoughts, Spidey?”

“Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.”

He found purchase on her hips and waist, tugging her close. His grip was a little too hard, but her heart bubbled with a sense of fondness. He always underestimated and forgot his strength and capabilities when he got overwhelmed.

She placed a kiss on top of the last bandaid placed. His skin was littered with scars; some old, some new, some still a deep red, some healed. But it didn’t make him any less beautiful or worthy. Gently hooking a finger under his chin, pulling him to her lips, focusing all her unexpressed love and adoration she felt for him.

Her movements stilled. “Do you know how much I love you?” She blurted out.

Peter smiled bashfully. “I might have a clue.”

Pushing the first aid kit to the side to properly straddle him, her hands ran through his hair, making Peter groan as he melted into the bed.

“How about you? Do you know how much I love you?”

She grinned cheekily. “I think I need a reminder.”

Leaning forward, their noses touched, and Peter’s smile grew wide as his head began to shake a little. He was so warm, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, smiling into every small kiss, finding solace in the knowledge he was home once more.

“I love you,” he whispered into the night. “I can’t believe you’re real. You’re so perfect.”

Her skin heated, heart swooning and Peter shyly ducked his face down before wincing when he shifted. It broke their comfortable silence, sending a hot flash of hurt and guilt down her spine before she turned and opened the drawer on her nightstand. Grabbing a water bottle, Ibuprofen and dark chocolate.

She always made sure to have a small stash for nights like these.

Pressing the rim of the water bottle to his lips, Peter drank gingerly, only lifting his hand to ease the bottle away, took the medication and waited as she unwrapped the chocolate, passing it to him.

His nose wrinkled as he bit into it, the bitter flavour and she giggled at his reaction.

“I know, but it’ll help regain some strength.”

As he ate, she learned that the marks came from a mutant hybrid: half-man, half-lion that was shortly detained after Peter and the NYPD chased it for ten blocks. But of course, it hadn’t gone down without a fight and ended up clawing him, tearing his suit and nearly sinking its fangs into his neck.

“Try and be more careful,” she sighed, reaching up to ruffle his hair.

Peter shoved the remaining chocolate in his mouth and placed his left hand on his heart, his right in the air as he swore, “I promise to be carefuller because I’m deathly afraid of a small kitten.”

“Oh, you dick.”

“I swear! I promise!”

“Parker —“

“I’m wounded! You know I don’t make promises I don’t intend to keep!”

“You talk an awful lot when wounded.”

“So much so I’ve learned to tune myself out.”

“I — just promise me!”

“Okay! I promise.”

Happy with the answer, she beamed and reached over to the nightstand to pull out another water, only to realize that was the last one. Peter caught on quickly too.

“I’ll go get more —“

“No,” he rasped, his mood instantly changing. His hands latched onto her, a needy, desperate expression written on his face. She allowed him to pull her back to his chest, feeling his face press against her neck while murmuring against her skin as she fought the urge to shiver from his touch. “Please don’t leave.”

“I’ll only be gone for a second, okay?” She tried to soothe, a little put off by his reaction but she assumed he was still shaken up. “You need something to eat.”

But his grip tightened. “Please.”

There was a part of Peter’s brain that rationally knew she only wanted to help, be a dotting partner, but he didn’t want her to take care of his wounds anymore. They would heal — look brand new after a goodnight’s sleep and the morning sun rose. All he wanted was her: to be close, to hold and to love at that moment. Every thought that swirled in his mind seemed to be drunk on the thought of her, her, her —

Roaming the streets of New York was never boring, but it was draining to have so much control, to use strength day in, day out. All he wanted was to relinquish it for a while.

His kisses were soft, sweet, tentative with underlying desire and urgency with every touch splayed across her skin. He didn’t want to leave a single place untouched by him, too addicted to stop.

She shifted in Peter’s lap, tugging him closer only to feel him jerking his hips up slightly, just to create more friction as she felt something poke into her leg.

“Really?” She laughed, running her fingers through his hair to look at him better. His face was flushed, a deep pink, most likely from embarrassment, tinged his cheeks. “You’re hard from this?”

“You’re pretty. I can’t appreciate my beautiful girlfriend?”

“Then I think you’d like to know I’m not wearing underwear.”

“Fuck,” he chuckled, “You’re such a tease.”

His head playfully shook a few times with a light smile. Chocolate brown eyes filled with soft admiration and want; Peter was filled with vulnerability as every action screamed neediness. He pressed quick kisses to her lips then looked up at her doe-eyed. “Darling,” he whispered, desperate and pleading. “Please — please.”

“Shh,” she chided, pulling away to seat herself on his thigh while undoing the belt of his robe and dragging the soft pads of her fingers along his cock, relishing in the way Peter shuddered under her touch.

Peter whimpered, entrusting his body to her, to let her use and toy with him.

Her thumb swiped over the tip, spreading the pre-cum that beaded through while setting a steady pace stroking his length.

He groaned, head falling back against the headrest. His hips twitched and buckled up, trying to thrust in time with her strokes but he physically couldn’t, too tired to.

‘“I’ve got you, Peter,” she shushed softly, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw as her hand twisted. “I’ll take care of you.”

Muffling his soft moans with a kiss, she ravished him, and he savoured her very being. Her touch anchored him to her, a present reminder that he was loved and cared for, no matter the wrong he did, she never asked.

He moved to gasp for air, only to return sucking on the patch of skin below her jaw. But she had other plans. Shifting her shirt up, she started to roll her hips onto his thigh.

Peter was slow to respond at first but eventually took it upon himself to help rock her back and forth, moaning as he felt the wetness coat him. Hands were everywhere; gazing at her skin and holding her tightly against him. His movements began to falter and lose the rhythm, but she continued.

Pawing at her shirt and lifting it above her head, Peter trailed the tips of his fingers from her stomach, only stopping at her breast and his thumb coming to lightly rub slow circles on her nipple. He pressed gentle kisses between her breasts before his tongue poked out, tracing light circles around her nipple. He was teasing, flicking the nub with his tongue until he took it in his mouth. Her hand reached to pull his hair again, every little tug making him hold back noises simultaneously as the other hand continued to stroke his cock fast.

She moaned with every careful swirl of his tongue, squeezed around his thigh and whined when the pressure on her clit was matched with Peter lightly biting at her nipple. Her knee was pressed against his groin, adding to Peter’s pleasure.

Peter pulled away, a silver line of spit snapping that connected his mouth from her breast, peering up to watch her reaction.

He gently jerked his thigh up, meeting her thrust and the added friction made her keen.

“You like that?”

She nodded her head minutely, legs beginning to shake and tremble as she was pushed to that edge. “Uh-huh.”

There was something that flashed in Peter’s eyes before, to the best of his abilities, bounced his leg fast — finding the perfect rhythm and angle to build the pleasure that shot up her spine.

She tightened, tensed, rubbing her clit faster while Peter firmly held her, rubbing his free hand up her back as they squirmed.

“Come for me —” he sounded frantic, one hand finding its way to push her down hard, her clit dragging up deliciously. His abdomen caved in with every small brush of her pussy on his thigh and stroke of his cock. “I want you to come, make a mess. Please baby,” he begged.

She focused on the building tightening of her stomach, the shivering that began to course through her entire body that built so fast it startled her. When Peter recognized, murmured and pleaded for her not to stop, the coiling sapped, bursting and scattered — a euphoric feeling that shot through her.

He prolonged her climax, leg continuing to flex to help guide her until her pussy began to ache from the aftershock.

Peter was staring at her, his eyes glazed and eyelids heavy with a pretty flush coating his cheeks. “Please.”

Her hand began to move again, starting a steady pace again that had him at her mercy once more.

“Tell me how it feels,” she said, marvelling at him.

Peter could barely speak, exhaustion flowing off of him in waves as he was desperate for release. He let out a strangled sort of moan, throaty. “So good. So, so, so good. T-thank you.”

Smiling, she shifted off his lap and trailed down a line of kisses from his stomach, then chest before settling between his legs. Peter gulped as he watched her tongue poke out to lick the slit of his cock.

Peter almost yelped, hips bucking up instinctively, then moaned when her mouth, hot and warm, slowly dragged up the flat of her tongue and closed around the first couple inches of his cock.

Peter was responsive to the tiniest of her touches. His bottom lip was trapped between his teeth, lips were bitten raw.

Peter groaned, desperately trying not to thrust into her mouth, rotting himself in place by gripping the bedsheets.

Gagging a little when the tip hit the back of her throat, she fisted the rest of him that couldn’t fit in his mouth and began bobbing her head. The sucking sounds obscene and Peter’s soft mewls in the otherwise quiet room.

Encouraged by his reaction, she sped up, hallowing her cheeks, sucking harder and moaning around him. The vibration nearly made him sob while her tongue dragged over a prominent vein along the side of his cock and she relished in the way his thighs clenched.

Peter thrashed a little when she pushed her head down further. And that was enough.

He came hard, her name spilling out in soft pants and whines as he used the little energy he still had to thrust up into her mouth.

She pulled back, wiped her mouth and settled herself back in his lap. His eyes were closed and hair messily strewn across his face.

“Thank you,” he whispered, opening his heavy lids to observe her.

She quirked a brow before kissing him, catching a quick look at the shine that reflected off his leg in the moonlight.

“That bath was for nothing.”

“I don’t mind repeating the cycle.”

She giggled, he melted into her touch and smiled to himself. Peter wrapped his arms around her, holding her as close as possible and she concentrated on his heart beating.

“I love you,” he said. His eyes seemed to glitter in the low lighting; there was nothing that could compare to the love that lurked behind every glance in his eyes or mere touch.

“I love you too.”

Love seemed like a silly, simple word to describe a feeling so much more than just simple. Love was driven by passion, potential labyrinth and an imperfect intricateness that built homes over barren land of blood vessels and organs.

Love tore, love mended, love was beautiful, love was dangerous.

But in this case, love only persevered and stored itself into the cages of their heats that always seemed too small to hold so much of it — as if two souls grasped and latched onto each other so tightly and constantly added renovations to their love storage. And Peter couldn’t mutter it enough.

She left him high, loved him deeply, and at the end of the day when night returns and the stars speckle the sky, she was a steady anchor that reeled Peter back home. Nothing could hold him down, keep him away. He would crawl home to her.

I WANT TO READ THE NEXT PART SO BAD 😩

impulse

harry planned the perfect date, and (y/n) couldn't believe she'd waited so long to know him

part one (gravity)

part two (momentum)

part three (magnetism)

previous part (tension)

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"Do you know what you're doing tonight? Did he tell you or is it a surprise?"

Ny's rattling of questions worked as (Y/N)'s soundtrack as she made minor adjustments to her outfit and makeup. (Y/N) smiled at her roommate sprawled out over her bed in her mirror as she fluffed the pair of half-up pigtails that crowned her head.

"He's taking me to a movie and dinner, I think. But, I don't know what movie we're going to. He wanted to keep that part a secret."

Ny gave her a puppy pout, dropping her head to rest on her crossed arms with her feet kicking in the air. "Stop, that's so sweet, you're kidding."

"I know," (Y/N) cooed, dabbing an extra swipe of gloss over her lips, "He told me he wanted to take me on a 'proper' date."

"He's so cute," Ny bubbled, glancing at her phone as a text came in, "What time is he supposed to be here? It's almost seven-thirty."

"Not for another ten minutes," she mused, tugging on the high waist of her pants while twisting in the mirror, "He said he'd text me when he was here."

"Are you excited?"

"I'm so excited, are you kidding?" (Y/N) smiled, tightening the bow on her top that tied the whole shirt together, "I can't believe he even asked me out, especially with the way he was acting a couple of weeks ago."

"I told you he liked you."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes though she had to fight to keep her smile from growing, "I know. But, it doesn't matter now because everything worked out just fine."

She heard Ny in the background, singing under her breath I told you so! but she paid her no mind. While pulling on her white leather boots, her phone went off in her cherub painted back pocket. Her heart rate kicked up when she realized who would be on the other side of the notification. With shaky hands, she plucked her phone from her pocket and swiped open the message thread.

Harry

I'm here!:)

"Is that him?"

Ny jumped up from where she laid on (Y/N) bed, ushering to her side in an effort to peek over her shoulder.

She nodded her head as she rolled her lips nervously between her teeth. "He said he's here."

"Is he coming up?"

"I don't know, should I go down there?"

"Well, what did he say?"

"He just said he's here with a smiley face!"

"Then go down there! He's probably waiting for you!"

A sense of nervous panic took over (Y/N) as Ny laughed out her answer. She'd been so excited to see him (and she still was, of course), but now that he was here she couldn't stop the way her lungs squeezed and her mind was blank. Nothing was processing aside from the sound of her blood rushing in her ears with each pump. Suddenly, she found that her hair was mussed, the bell sleeves of her shirt were wrinkled beyond repair, and her shoes no longer complimented her outfit.

"Do I look okay? Am I forgetting anything?" she bubbled off, stress tinting her voice. Her hands fluttered over her clothes before counting off on her fingers if she had everything she needed in her bag before she left.

"You look perfect, and you're not forgetting anything just go!" Ny urged her out of the bedroom and towards the front door, "And send me your location when you get to the cinema!"

(Y/N) was sure she looked like a deer in headlights, stumbling over her feet like Bambi and struggling to find her head through the butterflies cocooned in her tummy. "Okay, okay, I will. Love you, bye!"

Ny reciprocated her sendoff before shutting the door in her face. (Y/N) was left standing in the hallway like a potted plant, more scatter-brained than she would like to be before going on a date she'd been waiting for. She worked on something like autopilot as she rushed towards the elevator, typing out a shaky text to Harry that she was on her way down. The few silent moments in the elevator made her realize just how off balance she was.

She'd been waiting for this date all week since he proposed it—and even before then, if she was being honest. She thought she'd be ready, especially with the way she'd been so eager to put the details of her outfit together and had Naomi act as her right hand when it came to getting ready. She hadn't even asked for details about the date, what movie they would see or where he wanted to take her to dinner before she agreed, eager to do really anything with him. But, it was a good thing she was this nervous right? That meant it was real—her feelings for him were real and not just a fleeting infatuation with one of the smartest people she'd ever met.

By the time she made it out to where he was parked against the curb in front of the complex, (Y/N) received a text from Harry telling her there was no rush with a smiley face tacked on the end. When she looked up without a response, she found him with his face buried in his phone, the illuminated screen lighting his features up through the tint of his windows. She could see his features fixed into a smile, dimples denting his cheeks with the raspberry of his lips in a dreamy curl.

He still hadn't seen her yet by the time he dropped his phone and started fussing with his hair and straightening inconspicuous wrinkles in his clothes. (Y/N) took advantage of her momentary stealth as she stalked towards his window, a sly plan coming together before she could feel too bad about the results. A tint of guilt followed after her as she tip-toed to his car, thankful for the first time for the lack of street lamps illuminating the complex's parking lot.

Tapping on his window, Harry started with a jump before whipping his head in her direction with wide eyes fixed on her devious expression. She could hear the intake of breath through the glass, his hands immediately coming up to defend himself over whatever enemy he perceived her to be. Once he processed it was only his date for the night, his shoulders sagged in relief with his hands falling to his lap. As expected, an embarrassed flush worked its way over his features and even tinted the tips of his ears. (Y/N) couldn't help the bright smile that covered her features as peals of laughter left her lips. A moment later Harry's expression began to match her own, the beginnings of a smile touching at his lips though she was sure his heart was still racing with leftover adrenaline.

Rounding the bonnet of his car, she made it to the passenger side before slipping in beside him. "I got you!" she exclaimed through her giggles as she buckled up, pointing an accusing finger in his direction.

"You're so mean," Harry countered, his expression less than serious with dimples denting his cheeks and a light in the green of his eyes, "I can't believe 'm taking y'out tonight, and y'still scare me like that. 'S rude, you know that?"

"It was funny!" she laughed, playfully rolling her eyes at his faux attitude, "I'll let you get me next time, is that fair?"

Harry grumbled something under his breath she couldn't quite catch as he pulled away from the curb, starting them off in the direction of the movie theater. Though the space between them was now quiet, (Y/N) couldn't wipe the smile off her face. She was more than pleased with her greeting, the act having scrubbed away the harsh edge of her nerves and leaving something soft and familiar in its place. She relaxed into her seat, finally catching the Mac Miller song playing through the speakers, the same one that she had exclaimed was one of her favorites the last time she got a look into his music taste.

Beside her, she saw Harry with his own smile tacked onto his features. One of his hands was fixed to the steering wheel while the other was bent at the elbow to rest on the lip of the sill of the door. His knuckles dented into his smiling cheek.

"So, what movie are we seeing?" she asked, setting her sights solely on him.

His smile somehow grew at the sound of her question though she could tell he was trying his best to keep it under wraps. "'M not telling you, but I think you'll like it."

"Why can't I know? If I know, I'll be able to tell you for sure if I'm going to like it," she countered, amusement tinting her voice. Even though she was complaining, she thought it was cute. He wanted the date to be a surprise.

"I think you'll like it even more if its a surprise."

"Fine," she relented through her smile, "Where are we going for dinner, then? Am I allowed to know that?"

"Well," he started, glancing at her as he came to a stop at a light, "I haven't decided yet, but would y'want to go to Pasta Sauce tonight?"

(Y/N) perked up at the sound of the neighborhood restaurant she and Ny liked to indulge in a little too often for their bank accounts. "Yes! Ny and I love it there; we order from there all the time."

By the time he's following the line of cars beginning to move, Harry's smile was wide enough it could have split his cheeks. He hadn't stopped smiling since she got into the car, she noticed, the fact bloating her heart. Even when she spooked him, after he recovered, his expression immediately twisted into a small smile when he realized it was only her. It made the butterflies in her stomach go wild at the thought that he might be as excited as she was.

She had a good feeling about tonight.

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As Harry ushered (Y/N) through the ticket booth at the theater, it was hard to ignore the self-satisfied smirk on his features. He was a little too proud of himself for thinking ahead and buying the tickets online, further drawing out the surprise of what film he picked for the night. Nonetheless, she only rolled her eyes a bit as she followed after him.

"Is it okay if I...?" he trailed off, falling into step beside her as they joined the short line waiting for the usher to scan their tickets and direct them to the correct theater. When she looked up at him, he had his brows raised and a faint pink tint to his cheeks, hand hovering cautiously at her side, "I jus' don't want to lose you."

He always asked permission to touch her, even if it drew those rosy hues across his skin every time. It never got old for her. "Of course," she bubbled, readily giving him permission. She looked forward to when he felt secure enough to touch her without the preamble.

His features softened significantly as his gaze dropped to the retro carpeting under their feet. Harry's arm wrapped itself gently around her waist, the warmth of his palm settling on the curve of her middle. He was still shaky in his movements as if waiting for a rejection from her, but (Y/N) only curled herself into his embrace. A glowing smile made a home on his lips as he tightened his fingers on her form, the line moving slowly as the bubbly teenager rattled off directions with signature customer service graciousness.

Harry cleverly shielded his phone from her as he showed the attendant the barcode to verify their tickets, making a point to lean away from (Y/N) to obscure the bright screen.

"You're going to be in theater seven down the left hallway," the girl who's nametag read Kelsie puttered off. The bright smile on the teenager's face grew genuine as she caught sight of the delicate arm around (Y/N)'s waist, "Have a nice night, you two."

Harry reciprocated the niceties as he tucked his phone away. Bringing (Y/N) along, he edged towards the concessions counter. "Do y'want snacks or anything?" he mumbled, ducking his head as if sharing a secret with her.

She was too jittery to eat, (Y/N) decided, her veins still thrumming from the arm around her waist. Her tummy was full with butterflies, leaving no room for anything else. "I'm okay, but thank you."

Pulling back just enough to shoot her a small smile, Harry nodded his head as his eyes trailed over her features. "Okay," he sighed, something dreamy taking over his tone, "Ready to see what I picked, then?"

When she eagerly nodded her head in response, Harry let out a breathy laugh. He urged her alongside him with his arm looped around her form. They followed the direction given by Kelsie up front, tracing down the left hallway with large flags posted above the various theaters inscribed with golden numbers. Her eyes scanned through the hall for the large illuminated seven that was just at the edge of the hall before it forked in either direction with more viewings down each side. Harry's pace picked up when he followed her gaze, a giddy smile on his face as he ushered them forward.

In the cubby where the doors to the theater were housed, the poster of the film playing was tacked between the entrances. (Y/N) scanned over the gory scene, realizing it was a scary movie that had been advertised through the month of October and was released Halloween night. It was one she was planning on avoiding if she was being honest (blood didn't make her feel too well, and if the ads and commercials were accurate, there was going to be a lot of that coating the scenes). She was sure the horror stricken face of the 'final girl' printed on the poster emulated just what she looked like.

No wonder he had grown smug after she scared him in the car. He knew he was going to get her back, tenfold.

But, there was no way she was going to tell Harry any of this. He had clearly been so excited all night about seeing this, and she wasn't going to rain on his parade. She was going to have fun, she decided, even if she was going to close her eyes all throughout.

"Y'alright?" Harry asked when (Y/N)'s feet unknowingly stuttered as they approached the entrance.

Whipping her head up to face him, she schooled her features into something much less terrified. "Yeah, sorry. Just can't walk sometimes I guess," she ended with an airy laugh, hoping he bought the more than ridiculous excuse she mustered.

Luckily, Harry only laughed off her words, something affectionate tinting his eyes as he shook his head. (Y/N) tried not to drag her feet as she followed him into the theater. Emerging into the main room, she realized he had gone all out for her, having picked a viewing with the more expensive recliner style seating that had just been installed in their small cinema. He led her with confidence to one of the upper rows, counting off the golden plaques with numbers etched inside to a pair in the center of their chosen row.

"These okay?" Harry whispered, "I was able to pick them when I bought the tickets, so I hope you like them."

Despite the new set of nerves climbing up her spine, (Y/N) felt a smile cling to her features. It wasn't new information, but she was still struck every time he did something to reveal just how sweet he was. He wanted everything to be perfect for her, even down to their seating at the theater.

"This is perfect, Harry," she answered, voice quiet as she shuffled beside him to their seats.

The timing was perfect as they settled into their plush seats, the lights lowering and previews starting only moments after. The theater wasn't as full as she would have expected for a Friday night, but she was more than grateful that there weren't going to be rows of people hearing her scream when she inevitably got scared. With the lowered lights, her nerves only increased, her mind going a little haywire at the childish fears that somehow the movie would come to life and be enacted right in front of her now that it was dark. But, she was also hyper aware of Harry's heat beside her as she unintentionally gravitated towards him.

Only a few others filtered in with arms full of concessions by the time the previews started winding down. (Y/N)'s attention was directed squarely ahead, a plan of action storming through her head as she tried to figure out how she was going to get through this movie without giving away the fact she was going to have nightmares that night. With her mind swirling, she almost didn't catch Harry's hand he splayed out on the armrest between them, palm up with a faux casual set to his fingers.

He wanted to hold her hand.

If she knew anything about Harry, she was sure he was using the cover of the darkness to get away with the move he considered bold. The lowered lights would conceal the pink of his cheeks with the screen giving him something to look at instead of anticipating her reaction with a burning gaze.

(Y/N)'s own eyes fell to her lap with a smile blooming across her lips. The opening sequence detailing all of the companies and production names involved with the film started playing as she reached to take his hand in hers. She hoped her hand wasn't sweaty and he didn't notice the tremors that worked through the appendage.

His hand was warm in her own, his palm span larger than hers as he curled it around her. He hesitated for only a beat before slipping his fingers into the spaces between her own, lacing them together in a delicate hold. With her hand on top, she was granted the perfect view of his freshly polished thumb running along the outside of her own.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Harry's smiling face illuminated.

She relaxed into her seat, feeling a tension leave her muscles now that Harry's fingers were curled between hers for the first time. The picture perfect beginning was being projected on the screen in front of them, allowing (Y/N) a moment to settle before she was sure to grow stiff in her seat and try any distraction in the book to keep her mind off the brewing horror story. She wasn't sure if he meant to, but Harry pulsed his hand around hers with his fingers flexing into a comforting cage.

Yeah, (Y/N) decided, she could handle this.

As the film played out, (Y/N) was proud she was able to follow along with the story for the first act. She watched as the family moved into their new home, a history of which the realtor was reluctant to share, but the onscreen wife was in love with the rustic charm. She was able to stomach the faux tense moments, seconds of ratcheting music before the scare was revealed to be nothing other than one of the children playing. All the while Harry held her hand tightly, as if he knew she was on edge. It wasn't until the unusual happenings on screen were taken up a notch that (Y/N) began to divert her eyes.

The children started speaking to invisible people in their closets and the wife in the film refused to believe the husband's assumptions about spirits living in their home, making (Y/N) nervous every time a character made it to the basement or a trio of noises was heard in the background. She made a conscious choice to divert her eyes to the sides of the theater or the front collection of rows after things started appearing in the mirrors around the home. She just hoped Harry didn't notice the way she clutched his hand that much tighter every time she anticipated a scary scene.

Every time something did happen, a jumpscare or an insidious revelation, (Y/N) knew when it was safe to look when the music settled and the other viewers let out sighs of relief after gasps of terror. But, during a particular scene, when the music didn't slow and it seemed everyone around them was watching with bated breath, she couldn't quell her curiosity. She knew it was a bad idea, but she wanted to know what was happening; though curiosity killed the cat, wasn't it said that satisfaction brought it back? It wouldn't hurt her to know, right?

(Y/N) peeked her eyes to the big screen just in time to see a rotted face pop up in the face of the wife with a harrowing scream being released from her gaping maw. As expected, (Y/N) jumped in her seat and clutched Harry's hand tighter than she had all night. A breathless scream escaped her throat, the sound coming out like a whimper as she curled away from the film. Her free hand fluttered towards her throat, pulse thrumming wildly under the delicate skin.

By the time she was back in the present, the sound of blood rushing past her ears calming to a barely there trickle, the scene had ended. If she had only waited a few more seconds, she wouldn't have to be worried about nightmares of that creature following her home tonight. At least Harry had picked some seats high above; there weren't many people around to hear exactly how startled she was.

"Y'alright?" Harry laughed into her ear.

It took everything (Y/N) had not to startle again at the sound of his voice so close to her. He squeezed her hand in his as he waited, the ghost of his smile radiating against her skin.

She nodded her head, eyes squirreling from the screen to the rafters above in hopes of tricking him into thinking she was paying attention. "Yeah, I just wasn't expecting that."

Another breathy laugh fanned over her cheek as Harry's smile expanded, "Y'didn't see that coming? It was so obvious," he teased, voice hushed as the wife on screen recovered from the heady scare she had. (Y/N) felt her pain.

She rolled her lips between her teeth as she tried to smile at his nudging, but (Y/N) couldn't manage. "I... I haven't been watching," she admitted, unsure of why she muttered that truth when she had been trying so hard to keep up with him.

Keeping her eyes stuck ahead, she was only halfway aware of Harry's waning smile as his energy shifted beside her. The hand he had wrapped around hers stayed firm though she could feel his muscles growing slack. "Why not?"

The family on screen shifted into a new kind of normal, the parents tip-toeing around the specters they'd seen with the children now refusing to play with the invisible people in the closet. She was thankful for the story stealing the attention of the other patrons and rows long gaps between the next closest couple. She didn't want anyone else to hear the childish fears she had surrounding fictional horror.

"Scary movies are... hard for me. I get scared easily," she murmured.

A beat passed as the music accompanying the film changed as one of the twin daughters began to creep through the storage area beneath the stairs. (Y/N) didn't bother to hide the fact she shifted her gaze to one of the chairs stationed in front of them.

"(Y/N), why didn't y'tell me? We don't have to watch this, 's okay," he mumbled.

"No, no, I'm okay," she protested with a shake of her head and a squeeze to his hand, "I just looked at the wrong time, but we can stay—it's okay."

She was sure he had a counterargument settling on his lips, but instead he rolled them between his teeth as he shifted to sit back in his chair. (Y/N) felt his eyes drift from the screen to her before finally settling in soft caresses over her profile. He squeezed her hand before gently slipping his fingers out from between hers and leaving her palm cold.

He nudged her arm off the rest before pulling it up to remove the partition. With the press of a button, their seats reclined to take advantage of the extra space given in the theater. Once he was positioned the way he wanted, he reached for her wrist, fingers looping around the bone before mumbling, "C'mere."

(Y/N) shuffled close to him, cuddling underneath the arm he offered. The position felt reminiscent of the night of the Halloween party, snuggling on the trampoline out back. He was just as warm and sturdy as she remembered through her sleep-tinted and vodka-scented haze. His cheek came to rest softly on the top of her head while his arm hooked around her middle in a comforting weight. He was taking care of her.

"Is this alright?" he mumbled, his lips brushing her hair as his voice fanned across the crown of her head.

She nodded her head gently, aware of the tip of his nose brushing her scalp, "Thank you."

Searching blindly, (Y/N) reached for his free hand, hoping to clasp it in her own. She missed the warm weight of it in her palm and the reassuring squeezes he administered. He freely gave her reign over his hand, allowing her to bundle his one between her two.

"If I had known y'didn't like this kind of stuff, I wouldn't have picked this, (Y/N). 'M sorry, really," he mumbled into her hair, his arm around her waist tightening.

"Don't worry, please," she whispered, "I'm still having a good time with you, I promise."

Though (Y/N) made it a point to keep her eyes from the screen, she knew something eerie was beginning to ramp up on screen. Harry's arm around her pulsed, curling her into a prone position against his chest with her face tucked into his shoulder

"Don't watch if y'don't want to, okay? Jus' hang onto me," he mumbled, his words felt against her skin more than she heard them.

(Y/N) gratefully took his invitation, smushing her cheek into his chest the second she realized the turn the scene was taking. Harry kept his arm tense around her form, the curve of her waist conforming delicately to the cup of his palm as he held her. She wasn't sure how long she had hid in his chest, only aware of the panicked screams and eerie silence following that blared from the theater's speakers, before things went quiet with the sweeping music stilling.

"'S over," Harry mumbled into her hair, curling his fingers tightly around her waist before beginning to unfurl and peel her from the cage of his chest.

When she peeked towards the screen, she found that the scary scene she was avoiding was over, leaving a small reprieve for her. He made sure she knew when it was safe to breathe again, keeping her tucked against him until she was free to look. It made her heart bloat as she remembered the sound of his voice ringing through her ears amidst the chaos of the thundering music.

A ritual was created then, leaving Harry to warn her when something scary was gearing up to happen so she could cuddle against his chest and avert her eyes to their joined hands or distract herself with the thread of his shirt. When it was deemed safe, he would offer a small indication that the scene had ended, even waiting a couple of moments to ensure there wasn't a residual scare waiting to happen after the viewer was eased. (Y/N) was grateful to him, squeezing his hand in silent gratitude with affectionate brushes of her fingertips against the back of his hand.

Harry held her tighter, the strong build of his arm behind her acting as a cradle when what she figured to be the climax began to play. As far as she could remember, the wife was now supposed to somehow fight off the ghost and demons that were plaguing their home now that the rest of the family was put into comatose states at the hands of the unseen forces. At the first glimpse of a shadowy figure in the background of a shrouded shot, she curled into Harry's chest.

She knew it would be a while before Harry gave her the all clear, so she focused her attention on the paint coloring his nails. She could only catch glimpses of the true hue of the polish when the screen illuminated her surroundings, but she was nonetheless entranced with the view of his hands.

"'S almost done," he mumbled to her, "I'll tell y'when we get to the happy ending."

(Y/N) was pretty sure she just found the best and only way she was going to watch scary movies from here on out. If it was always like this, horror was going to become her new favorite genre.

After Harry gave her the signal and she got to cleanse her mind with the happy ending of the reunited family and the allusion to the next chapter of their lives, his hold around her lingered as the credits began to roll. (Y/N) indulged in the few extra moments with his touch before the lights came up, causing Harry to reluctantly peel himself from around her.

She felt cold without his arm around her waist and his chest under her cheek, as her vision adjusted to the lowlights. Harry took a gentle hold of her hand, catching her attention as she gazed up at him. He looked dreamy under the amber tinged lighting, the wisps of his curls something like a halo with his skin highlighted in warmth. She happily followed after him as he led her out of the theater, being the last stragglers to follow the group out.

"'M sorry I made y'go see that," Harry repeated out in the hall of the cinema, the overhead lights seeming brighter after being in the dark for so long, "If I had known, I would have picked something completely different. I should have asked, 'm sorry."

(Y/N) looked up from her feet to find Harry with his gaze set on the retro carpet under their feet, cheeks colored the customary pink she associated with him. She squeezed his hand and gently bumped her shoulder against his own.

"It's fine, Harry—really," she insisted, stepping out into the cool air outside the theater. She could still feel the ghost of his arm looped around her middle, a smile tugging at her lips. "I actually really liked that one."

Harry let out an airy laugh as he escorted them towards his parked car, mumbling something teasing about how he could totally tell she liked it with the way she couldn't stop watching. She knew he thought she was joking, only trying to make him feel better with her last comment, but she knew it was the truth.

Even if her heart did quake every time the music thundered and a piercing scream emanated from one of the actors, she wouldn't give up the experience of being with Harry through the whole thing.

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The drive to the restaurant was short, leaving (Y/N) little time to miss Harry's hand wrapped in hers as he drove. Parking out front, they got a perfect view of the small patio that was so romantically lit with strings of fairy lights draped over the pergola. With the help of the large windows that spanned from floor to ceiling over the front of the venue, she was able to see inside where booths and tables were filled with couples and families—a few friends she recognized from campus were even tucked into the far corners. The same hazy lighting that twinkled outside was carried into the restaurant, setting everything aglow under faux candlelight.

She was giddy to join the scene as she pulled open her door. She wanted to be a part of the couples that could be seen from the street on a date with the cutest boy she'd ever seen. When she rounded the front of his car to join Harry waiting on the sidewalk, her smile only brightened. Without thought, she instinctively stretched her hand in his direction, her fingertips brushing against the back of his hand.

Harry's hand lingered around her's without matching his palm to the curve of her own and slipping his fingers between the gaps like she had thought he would. It wasn't until they were paces away from the door did he speak up, "Is it okay if I...?" The tip of his pinky stretched and just barely hooked around her own, a gentle caress that acted as a ghost with the way it so quickly dissipated.

He was too sweet for his own good.

(Y/N) grabbed his hand, twining their fingers together herself. "You know, you don't have to ask."

He lifted his shoulders in a shy shrug, cheeks washed a sweet red. "I jus' don't want to do anything y'don't want. I want to make sure before I touch you."

A sheepish smile of her own stretched across her lips, rivaling that of Harry's dimpled curl. "Well, I like it when you touch me, so you don't have to worry."

She hadn't thought it possible, but Harry's blush burned brighter and trailed down his neck and to the tips of his ears at her words. If he wasn't careful, (Y/N)'s heart was going to completely melt with how much of a sweetheart he was.

Maneuvering himself, Harry managed to keep his hand clasped in (Y/N)'s while opening the door to allow her first entry. She happily pulled him after her, immersing them in the romantic vision she had seen when they pulled up. A line two deep was queued at the register with a small sign off to the side detailing customers to seat themselves.

"Do y'want to find us a table while I order?" Harry mumbled to her, his thumb running a soothing course on the outside of her hand.

(Y/N) gazed at the menu display above the heads of the attendants, rolling her lips between her teeth. "But you already paid for the movie tickets. I don't want you to pay for this, too."

He seemed to have expected her small protest when he looked to her with a determined set in his jaw though his eyes remained velvet soft. "I want to do this for you, (Y/N). Please let me."

A beat passed as (Y/N) considered his words. She felt guilty asking him to pay for all of this, alongside the coffee he brought for her almost regularly, and the tutoring lessons he gave her for weeks completely free of charge. She didn't want to create an imbalance between them that made Harry the one that had to shoulder all of these things when she wanted to treat him well, too.

"I've wanted to take y'out for a long time, (Y/N). Let me make this special, please."

Harry's final plea broke through. How was she supposed to say no to something like that?

"Okay," she relented, a crooked smile moulding to her mouth, "Thank you."

A proud smile took home on Harry's face, his chest seemingly growing broader and an inch added to his height as he glowed under the responsibility she passed off. She rattled off her order to him (just a simple bowl of buttered noodles with extra parmesan cheese) before giving his hand a squeeze and setting off to find a suitable table. She glanced back at him once before entering the main dining area, finding him with his proud smile still stretching along his lips and the hand she had been holding cradled in the other against his chest.

If she wasn't gone for him before, she's sure she was now.

Finding the perfect booth tucked away in the corner of the dining area, (Y/N) fished her phone from her crochet bag and scrolled to find Ny's text thread. She started off with the location of the restaurant, keeping her promise of sharing her whereabouts just in case, only to follow up with quick messages before Harry came to find her.

Naomi!!!! he's so cute it makes me want to cry:(

he took me to a scary movie and held me the whole time can u believe that:(

Barely a second passed before the status below the blue text was changed to Read at 8:24pm and the familiar grey bubble housing three dots popped up.

Ny 🪴

Omg what movie did you see?? He didn't know you don't like scary movies???

He HELD you?!!!!!??? (Y/N)!!!!!!!!!!

Before she could craft a response, Harry startled her by approaching their secluded table. He shuffled his feet nervously before taking the seat across from her, dropping a small card with an order number on it at the edge of the table and a bottle of apple juice in front of her with a plain water staying in his hands.

"I wasn't sure what to y'wanted to drink, so I jus' picked an apple juice. I hope that's alright," Harry explained, "But, if not, I also grabbed a water for myself that y'could have."

Her eyes lit up as she dropped her phone in favor of grabbing for the drink, "This is perfect, Harry, thank you!"

That proud smile she was sure was going to be etched into her memory by the end of the night returned to his features, dimples thumbed into his cheeks. She could see he was gearing up to say something, his chest expanding with a breath before he was cut off at the magnified buzzing of her phone against the glass table.

Ny 🪴

Omg have you kissed yet?!!!??!!

Please tell me you've kissed him

By the time (Y/N) tucked her phone away, she could feel a heat having gathered beneath her cheeks, hoping she'd been quick enough that Harry hadn't caught sight of her roommate's line of questioning. Her hopes were dashed when she glanced at him from where she was struggling to unlatch her bag and throw the device inside, finding him with his cheeks blazing a bright red with his eyes directed on her hands.

"Sorry," (Y/N) laughed, feigning an air of lightheartedness though she was moments away from dying from embarrassment, "She just gets excited about this stuff."

Harry rubbed his knuckle under the tip of his nose, his hand obscuring the growing smile that threatened to split his features. "'S okay," he spoke around the smile, his teeth coming to trap his bottom lip between his teeth as if to contain the curl.

His nails were painted an alternating pattern of a glistening bright pink and honeyed blue, giving (Y/N) something to focus on other than the stare of his eyes from across the table.

"So, what did you think about the movie?" she settled on, changing the subject, "You keep asking me how I felt, but I want to know what you think."

He shrugged, relaxing some into the plush, eggplant colored booth seat. He fiddled with the cap to his water, twisting and untwisting the plastic though he kept his gaze fixed on her. "It was good, I liked it. But, I still feel bad."

(Y/N) let out a sigh, her shoulders rolling back as she canted her head. "Harry, really, I'm fine," she insisted, "It's not a big deal at all, I promise. It scared me for a minute, but you made it better so it doesn't matter."

"Yeah?" he voiced, tone soft and shy as his dimples made a starring appearance in the apples of his cheeks.

Before she could form any response, one of the attendants from the register dropped off their food. She distributed it with a smile though she glanced towards the growing line up front before disappearing off with a bid for them to enjoy their meal. Now that food was in front of her, (Y/N) finally realized just how hungry she was, and Harry felt the same if the way he tucked into his bowl was anything to go by.

A comfortable lull in conversation followed as they focused on their meals. Moments passed before (Y/N) paused to sip from her apple juice, the edge of her hunger having dissipated now that she had more than the half sandwich she had for lunch in her tummy.

"You know," she started, replacing the cap on her juice with a fond smile dressing her features, "Ny used to work here when we were freshmen. I would harass her to bring it to our Friday night Bio lecture after she got off from the lunch rush. We had Ms. Barnes, and since she didn't allow food, we would just sit underneath our desks when she wasn't looking and eat as much as we could before she noticed we were missing."

(Y/N) let out a laugh as she finished, hoping to elicit the same noise from Harry. Instead, he nodded his head with an airy chuckle and a small smile on his lips. "I know, that's why I thought to bring y'here."

A furrow cinched (Y/N)'s brow. "How did you already know?"

Harry's smile dropped as he mimicked her expression, his helping of pad Thai noodles being forgotten as he directed his attention to her. "Y'told me, remember?"

"When did I tell you?"

A sly smile tugged at Harry's lips now that seemed to be putting something together (Y/N) was still lost on. "Y'don't remember?"

"No, that's why I'm asking."

He shook his head and twirled a bite of his noodles around his fork, "Y'told me at the Halloween party. We were on the trampoline before y'fell asleep."

Blood rushed to fill (Y/N)'s cheeks, her mouth dropping open in a silent gape. "I didn't think I was that drunk that I don't remember telling you things! What else did I say?"

At her question, Harry softened immensely. His shoulders held a soft set with the line of his jaw staying sturdy though the bone was now draped in velvet. The lily pad of his eyes scanned over her features in soft caresses. When he looked at her like that, she hoped she only told him good things.

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As Harry pulled up to her apartment complex, (Y/N) realized the moment she had been dreading all night had finally come.

The entire evening had felt so natural. While there were those first date jitters that followed her well into the first half of their movie, nothing was easier than falling into sync with Harry and allowing the date to take its course. Nothing was forced during dinner; the silences were warm with the avenues of conversation flowing openly between them. If she had known it was going to be this easy, she would have plucked up the courage and asked him out herself weeks ago.

Now, as Harry opened her door for her and walked her to the main entrance of her building, she was sad she was going to have to say goodbye.

"I had a really good time tonight, Harry," she confessed, pulsing her hand that was wrapped around his, "Thank you for everything."

A sheepish smile took his features. She liked to think he was just as reluctant for the night to end.

"Of course," he started, maneuvering himself to stand at her front as she was stationed with her back to the front doors, "I've—uh—I've wanted to go out with you for a while now, so 'm really happy y'had a good time with me, (Y/N)."

He was a dream, (Y/N) decided. There was no way that someone like him could be real.

"I always have fun with you." She spoke around her smile, hoping he realized just how honestly she meant those words.

This would be the moment in the script where they would bid each other goodnight with a promise to call one another at some point to see each other in class. (Y/N) tried her best not to deflate at the thought of Harry's goodbye. Maybe she could convince him to walk her up?

"Can I walk y'up?" Harry asked as if reading her mind, a gentle pulse of his hand being delivered around hers, "I don't want to say bye, yet." He ended with an airy laugh as if he were trying to soften his admittance in case she declined his offer.

"I was actually just going to ask if you wanted to walk me up, anyway," (Y/N) confessed, watching as Harry's cheeks pinked.

She led him through the building and to the elevator, messaging Ny that she would be up in a couple of minutes. She was sure her roommate was going to be on the other side of their door listening intently.

"Ny's probably going to be right by the door," (Y/N) whispered as they exited the elevator and moved towards her apartment at the end of the hall.

"Yeah?" Harry laughed, looking down at her with his softened eyes.

"Mhm," she hummed, a playful roll of her eyes at the thought of her best friend, "She's obsessed. She was acting like she was going on this date with us when I was getting ready today."

"That would explain that text, then?" Harry laughed, referencing the peek he got at her phone during dinner.

"You got it," (Y/N) smiled, playfully heaving an exasperated sigh hopes of hiding the glow that filled her cheeks at the mention.

A beat passed as they made it to her door, (Y/N) coming to stand with her back to the wood and Harry in front of her. He rolled his lips between his teeth, peeking over her shoulder at the door behind her before returning to her features.

"Do y'think she's waiting for you, right now?"

"Maybe, why?"

Sucking in a deep breath, Harry fixed his gaze to match her's in unwavering contact. "I jus'... I wanted to know if I had more time with you."

His eyes drifted from her own and traced over her features. When he dipped towards her lips with caution, she realized the real reason he was asking. (Y/N) felt like the air had been sucked from her lungs, her mouth falling into an unconscious gape as she stared at him with what she was sure were heart-shaped eyes. The only thing that anchored her to the moment, keeping her from floating away on the pink tufted clouds that filled her head, was his gentle grip on her hand.

"Is it okay—," Harry started, stumbling over his murmured words, "Can I kiss you?"

(Y/N) figured she'd show him her answer instead of telling him.

She slipped her hand out from his and extended her height to the tips of her toes as (Y/N) wrapped her arms around Harry's neck. He moved pliantly every which way she needed, ducking his head as he settled his hands on the soft of her waist. Tipping her head back, (Y/N) matched her lips to the raspberry pair of his own. Slotting together, the plush of her bottom lip was fit between his two.

He moved gently against her lips, his kiss being just as sweet and gentle as she knew he would be. His hands on her waist kept her steady as a shiver ran up her spine at the knowledge that she was kissing Harry. Her sweet, shy, physics extraordinaire had her huddled against her front door with his lips soft like pillows against her own as he guided her gently through the contact. She was going to have so much to tell Ny when she got inside.

The kiss was kept innocently short, only lasting a few beats before (Y/N) pulled away and landed at her natural height flat on her feet. She slowly unraveled her arms from around him, her fingertips skimming his arms before falling limply at her sides. She felt faint as she looked at him, completely enveloped in the moment with him. Harry looked to her with a slight swell to his smiling lips.

He looked at her with stars in his eyes, the twinkling lights trailing over her features with instinctive softness. "Goodnight, (Y/N)," he said quietly, breathless.

"Goodnight, Harry."

(Y/N) fell back against her door with her smiling bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she watched Harry make his fumbling exit. He stuttered over his feet though his eyes were glued to his steps. More than once, he paused the viewing of his feet to look at her over his shoulder, his smile never once wavering while his cheeks flamed a bright red. She waved at him before he stepped into the elevator, causing the blush on Harry's cheeks to reach to the top of his ears.

Once he was gone, (Y/N) let herself in the apartment. As expected, she was greeted by her blonde-haired roommate with a giddy smile on her face.

Before (Y/N) even had a chance to lock the door behind her, Ny was fluttering around her. "Did you kiss him?!"

All (Y/N) had to do was shoot her a small smile with her brows raised.

"You did, didn't you!"

She couldn't wait to relive the night and tell Ny all about it.

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The whole drive home after dropping (Y/N) off, Harry was sure his head was going to pop with the rate of the thoughts swirling inside or his heart was going to burst with the fact it was filled to capacity. He could barely breathe, still swathed in the moment that he kissed her.

When he got home, he was jittery with adrenaline. He'd never been forward enough to kiss on the first date, and the first time he did was with (Y/N). The thought was enough to keep his hands shaky and his stomach tight with butterflies.

Though he felt a bit skeezy to be considering the idea, he needed to work out the energy lingering in his system, and he knew the best way to do that was to lock himself in the spare room he used for filming. He needed to film a premium video anyway.

The best part about making prerecorded videos, was the fact Harry got a chance to theme them. He got to build a narrative around his actions instead of playing solely off of what the viewers were requesting like a live show. He got to be self-indulgent.

Tonight, he was feeling particularly soft, he decided. Thoughts of his dream girl drifted through his head, making his pants tighten with nothing but affection causing the blood to rush south. Tonight, he wanted to play the role of a doting boyfriend in the premium reel, taking care of his lover and indulging in any fantasy she wanted. Sitting at his computer, Harry typed out a teaser for the weekend's premium, alluding to the romantic nature of the video he was set to film in a few moments, linking his various premium platforms at the end.

After setting up his camera and settling on the direction he wanted to take, Harry let the memory of his kiss with (Y/N) wash over him, taking him somewhere in the clouds with the camera capturing his journey.

—————

(Y/N) had to push her roommate into going to bed after she finished her recounting of the date, noticing her drooping eyes despite her insistence that she wanted to hear every detail. Now that she was alone in her own bedroom, (Y/N) could finally address the jitters that lingered in her system like butterflies rattling her veins.

She couldn't believe Harry actually kissed her.

Judging from the shy demeanor he carried with him and the fact he asked permission before he even held her hand, she figured she was going to get in a couple more dates before stealing a kiss. She couldn't get the feel of his lips off her mind, her tummy rolling into pleasurable knots at the memory of his hands on her waist.

She wished she could have Harry himself with her, but as (Y/N) flopped onto her bed, she figured she was going to have to work out this extra energy without him.

Since the private conversation a couple of weeks ago she had with H, she'd been much more lenient about checking his page. If she was in the mood, his site was the first she checked instead of dancing around while pretending she didn't know her endgame. That's why she didn't hesitate to pull up his page on her phone, finding a new post pinned on his profile.

A short video was posted along with a teasing caption about what kind of lover his viewers thought he was. The comment was punctuated with links to his platforms, but (Y/N) couldn't draw her eyes from the six second video that repeated once it was finished. A romantic ambiance radiated through the set up; soft lighting was achieved through the delicate neon strips that adorned his background and the hazy filter placed over the frame. It was edited to show only bits and pieces of himself—the weave of his sweater, his glowing skin, and his painted nails scratching at the muscles of his abdomen being a few of the flashes before disappearing.

Seeing as he had nothing new to share, she liked the post and decided to calm down instead and actually get a good night's sleep. After changing into her pajamas and forcing herself to drink enough water to cool down, (Y/N) heard a buzz come from her phone.

The grey notification bar detailed a new message from the cam-site. (Y/N) didn't have to wonder too hard about who it was from before swiping it open. H's thread now held a new message. He forwarded his new post to her, leaving his private message to her to follow after.

treatpeoplewkisses: are you excited sweetheart?

She could only imagine the tone he would have used to ask her that. She hadn't expected him to notice her small interaction with the post, but she wasn't going to pass up any opportunity to talk to him.

sunflowerssweetheart: it looks really good h

sunflowersweetheart: makes me wish I was on one of ur premiums

Wrapping herself up in her comforter, she awaited his response. She hoped it didn't seem like she was egging him to give her free content or to make him feel bad that she wasn't subscribed to any of his platforms; she was only being honest. The teaser looked really good, and she wished she was able to afford the whole thing. But, she was happy with what she got from him now, there was no need to be greedy for more.

treatpeoplewkisses: don't worry about any of the premiums sweetheart just keep an eye on your inbox for me this weekend

Before she could message back, the green dot beside his user that declared him online vanished. (Y/N) couldn't help the growing smile that threatened her lips. She was definitely going to be watching her notifications this weekend.

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"I can carry that for you."

(Y/N) looked up from where she was fumbling with her textbook (the one time she remembered to bring it, Stanfill didn't reference it for even a second) and bookbag, only to find Harry with his hand out towards her and a soft smile on his face. Her own cheeks split as her lips curled into a bubbly grin, still getting used to the way Harry doted on her.

"Are you sure? You're already carrying your own stuff, I don't want to pile more on you," she countered, finding his own textbook tucked under his arm with his bag slung over his shoulder.

"I don't mind." With the way he looked at her, she knew he was being genuine.

It was her turn to feel her cheeks fill with warmth as she passed along her supplies to Harry. He happily took on the responsibility, holding the pair of books to his chest with her bag overshadowing his on his shoulder. With his free hand, he tentatively took her hand in his. He was getting much better at touching her without so much hesitancy, though she could still feel his eyes on her face as if gauging for her reaction in case of rejection.

"Thank you, Harry," she smiled, locking their fingers together as he escorted her out of the physics hall.

"Of course," he bit his bottom lip between his teeth, a sheepish pink tint coloring the apples of his cheeks, "Did y'still want to come over and study tonight?"

Though (Y/N) was no longer needing tutor sessions for the retake exam, Harry still offered to study with her for their current units so she could keep on pace going forward. Looking up at him, she found him with his gaze on their feet, with his glasses he forgot to take off after class still perched on his faintly-freckled nose. She was sure she wanted to go to his apartment that night, but she wasn't sold on the idea of studying when she had much better ideas.

"I don't know if I want to study, but I was hoping I could still come over," she sung, her voice lilting around the words. She playfully bumped her shoulder against Harry's hoping to draw his dimples into his cheeks.

Harry was the sterner of the two of them when it came to academics, and he wanted to do well for her. He wanted to keep her on track with physics, especially since the subject was not her strong suit, but (Y/N) had made it her mission to show him the joys of putting off anything science based in favor of cuddling on the couch while whispering to one another despite being the only ones in the apartment.

"Yeah," he nodded, dimples thumbed into his cheeks, "I'd like it if y'still came over."

When she nudged him gently with her hip, he let out an airy laugh, his hand flexing around her's.

This was how it had been for the two weeks since their first date. Harry was ever the doting gentleman. After every class and every coffee date they had, he walked her to her car with his hand gently entwined in her's. He still spoke softly to her, his attention stuck to her like a moth to a flame as he prompted her for any detail of her life she hadn't already shared with him. They were edging towards a place of familiarity while the butterflies still ran rampant through (Y/N)'s system.

Harry was special, she decided. She'd never felt like this before, especially so soon. In the past, it'd take months to get to the stage of wanting to be with the other person everyday and indulge at nights at their house without feeling awkward in the surroundings. With Harry, everything was softer, gentler. It was easy with him. She couldn't get enough of him.

Even Ny was smitten with him—with the relationship that was growing between her best friend and the sweetest guy on campus. He was still delicately shy every time they spent time as a group, Naomi eagerly included. He waited for (Y/N) to initiate or pull him into conversation before piping up so as to not take over or step on anyone's toes, and touched her softly out of view of the others as he wasn't sure how she felt about PDA. He was respectful, Ny has told (Y/N) one night after he'd gone home.

Nothing was more natural than being with Harry.

"Did y'want to stay for dinner tonight, then?"

The sound of Harry's voice pulled (Y/N) from her rose-tinted thoughts. She tuned into her surroundings, finding them coming to her parked car with Harry looking at her with his brows raised.

"Sorry, what?"

"I was wondering if y'wanted to come over for dinner with me tonight," he explained, "I was planning on making pizza."

She perked up at the sound of tonight's menu, bouncing on her feet as she looked to him with a beaming smile. "I'd love to! Can I help you with the pizza?"

"Of course, y'can. Y'didn't think I was going to make it all myself, did you?" Harry teased, letting go of her hand after a slight squeeze. He rounded her car, popping open the unlocked passenger door to start sorting her belongings for her. "I'll text y'when I get off work, and then y'can come over, if that's alright. I shouldn't be too long, 'm only scheduled for a couple of hours."

"Sounds good to me," she sighed, reaching for the knit of his cardigan once he finished putting away her things. She pulled her to him, feeling her features soften as he gazed down at her. "Should I bring my physics stuff tonight?"

She watched as his features gained a dusting of light pink coloring, the white of his teeth peeking out as he bit at his bottom lip to hold back the smile threatening to curl his features. He gave a gentle shake of his head, his curls flopping over his forehead. "No, jus' bring you."

"Good, because that's all I was planning on bringing anyway," she laughed, shuffling closer to him as he set his hands on the flare of her hips.

He looked to her with a request for permission in his eyes. The question was left unanswered for only a second before she stood on her tip-toes and tugged Harry to match her level. Tipping her head, she pressed her lips gently against his own in an innocent kiss. She could feel his smile against her lips, the sweetness permeating the contact and making (Y/N)'s heartbeat skip like a butterfly's wings.

"I'll see you soon, okay?" Harry mumbled, pulling back just far enough to speak before pressing a single delicate kiss to her lips. He released her to stand at her normal height, the warmth of his hands slipping down her sides before they fell to his sides, "Text me when y'get home safe."

"I will, Harry. See you soon," she chirped before edging towards the driver's side door, "Have fun at work."

She saw the traces of a blush work at the base of his neck before he nodded his head, giving her a bright smile as he bid her goodbye.

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impulse is an interfering force that changes an objects direction

its all coming together!!!!!!! only a couple parts left but I promise alot happens!!! thank you so much for reading, sorry for any mistakes and if you have any ideas ab the next part or requests of your own please lmk!!

Little do You Know | OT7 | Forty Three

Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader 

Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose. 

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au. 

Chapter warnings: Minsuk fluff!!! She meets the rest of the boys and…….. Angst.  

WC: 4k

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By Wednesday morning, Minsuk had met all boys and was particularly fond of one of them. While she loved all of them, one member in particular stole her heart the moment she met him, making her a little shy mess and becoming her first crush. You’d be seeing him again later in the day, a fact she didn’t know yet, just so she wouldn’t be waiting anxiously to meet with her prince charming. For now, the two of you were going out with Namjoon and Hoseok. 

When asked what she wanted to do for the day, the little girl said she saw an ad on the plane ‘tevelision’ that showed pretty fishes that she wanted to see, so you dressed her up in cute warm clothes and invited the members to join the two of you on a visit to the aquarium. 

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dios como amo ser argentina como amo este escrito como te amo uma GRACIAS

AT LEAST I'M TRYING

THIS... THIS IS FOR ALL MY ARGENTINIAN BESTIES. THIS IS HARRY MAKING AND TASTING HIS OWN MATE. FOR OBVIOUS REASONS THIS IS LATINA!READER.

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | click here if you don't know what a mate is.

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When Y/N wakes up from a good nap on the couch, she didn't expect to hear those murmurs from the kitchen.

"How the fuck…– Christ, this looks like fucking soup."

She stands up, running a hand over her face while whispering "como me jode que me despierten de la siesta." how it annoys me to be woken up from my nap. And she enters the kitchen, seeing her boyfriend from behind.

"H?"

Harry turns around scared. "Baby, I woke you up, sorry."

She moves closer to him. "No pasa nada." It's nothing. She tries to see what's behind him, but he hides it. "What are you hiding, mhm?"

The British was about to reply, but a voice on his phone gave him away. "Y así es como tienen su mate perfecto." and this is how you'll have your perfect mate.

Y/N dodged Harry and saw his phone on the counter, with a video tutorial on how to make a mate, and next to it, his mate that actually looked like soup. "Harry..."

He looked at her flushed, loving the overpronunciation on the H that made his name sound different. "Wanted to surprise yeh. Shit, m'sorry."

The Argentine laughs, feeling her heart beating wildly in her chest, and approaches her boyfriend to hug him by the neck and look him in the eyes.

"Que lindo que sos." you're so cute.

"Is that good or bad?"

She just kisses him with a smile on her face and that seems to put Harry at ease. When they part, she grabs his hand to drag him to the counter, pause the video and grab the mate.

"I'm gonna teach you how to make a good mate, okay?"

He nods, and pays close attention to his girl. He listens as she explains how to put the maté in, how much, how to arrange the straw, everything.

"And the sugar depends on your taste, there are people who like it bitter." Y/N finishes, looking at him. "And I'm a faithful believer that you like your mate bitter."

"Yeah? and why's that?" Harry asks, as he prepares to make his own.

"Just make the mate, will you?"

He laughs, trying to disguise his nerves, and begins pouring the yerba into the wooden cup. He repeats the directions the girl gave him minutes ago, and when he finishes, he looks somewhat satisfied.

"It looks good." Y/N murmurs, and starts pouring hot water slowly into the mate.

When she tastes it, her face says nothing, but Harry knows it's not bad. "Let's see... it needs a lot of practice, and I think if my family tasted this, they'd kill you. But it's good, baby."

Harry smiles with his mouth open. "Really?"

"Posta." For real. She replies, sipping on her mate. "Try it."

He tastes it and lets out a hum, it's good, you can taste the maté, but Y/N's right, it'd be better if it was bitter. He can't help the laughter that comes out of his chest, he thought it would be a catastrophe, but he's made his love proud of him. And that was everything.

YO TE EXTRSÑE MAS QUÉ ONDA TU VIDA?

HOLA UMA DSTUVE MUY EN OTRA HACE MUCHO NO PASO A SALUDARTE COMO ANDA LA HARRIW ARGENTINA MAS LINDA ??? ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

HOLA MI AMOR HACE MUCHO NO HABLAMOS!!!! BIEN ACÁ ANDO VOS??? TE EXTRAÑÉ

Under The Stars

prompt:  Harry decides that it’s time for him to take care of his wife. He takes her to the Amalfi Coast. He never expected this trip to change his life so drastically.

word count: 8k

warnings: language, angst, smut

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It was Harry’s idea to go to Italy. 

They’d been there before, multiple times, and Harry had even gone as far to buy the villa they had rented out for some time on their honeymoon because of the fond memories it housed for them. ****

Harry had booked this trip for his wife thanks to a recommendation from Dorothy.

He knew Y/N had been struggling over the past two months and needed a break away from London, from the house, from reality for a little bit.

She tried to be as open as she could with her husband of two years but he knows that she feels like she’s been letting him down even though that was the furthest thing from the truth. 

He was so proud of her, would never be disappointed in his love, especially over something she couldn’t control.

It’d been about seven months since Y/N had arranged a picnic in a desolate part of the countryside outside of Holmes Chapel to tell him that she was ready to start trying for a little one. 

It may or may not have ended in Harry jumping her bones right then and there.

Her husband had made it no secret that he was willing to start whenever she was. 

He was honestly wanting to put a baby in her for an embarrassing amount of time but wanted them both to be ready and have enjoyed some time alone before changing their lives forever.

It wasn’t as easy as in the movies or books, it didn’t happen right away and Y/N tried not to be disappointed every time the test came back negative. 

She tried to hide the deep, self-deprecating anguish she felt because her husband was soothingly whispering, “Just means we get to try more, nothin’ wrong with that.”

There was something wrong with that. 

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oh my fucking god lord have mercy

Ahh!!! Could you write one where a slightly dark!Rafe is teaching an innocent reader how to have sex for the first time? By slightly dark I just mean not fluffy, not necessarily non-con

Of course!:) I hope you love it.

Warnings: Smut, dub-con, angst, spanking, virgin reader, virginity taking, fingering, unprotected sex, orgasm control, degradation, praising, overstimulation, 18+

MINORS DNI!!

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Reader

A/N: This is just straight-up porn, you’ve been warned.

Rafe looked down at you with those dark eyes that had always intrigued you. Yet, this time, they held something different and new within them -- something unrecognizable. A new shade of... darkness, as he urged you to remove your clothes. You were hesitant to, not sure if you were ready.

Rafe had always made you nervous. you remember walking the same halls as him when you were a freshman and he was a senior. Older and much scarier. You thought that feeling would go away, but each time you felt his gaze, it made you shudder in fright. Even now as you were standing in front of him, you couldn't shake the uneasy feeling. Your shaky fingers reached for the bottom of your shirt and you took a deep breath in, but still couldn't find the strength to do it. You looked up at him, almost apologetically.

"Don't be afraid," He smirked down at you, placing his hand on your fingers. It wasn't in a comforting manner, more in a tight grip, that told you he was growing impatient. "I'm going to teach you everything that you need to know," You gulped, trying to build the courage to just do it.

When he didn't see your fingers moving, he grunted, stepped even closer, and grabbed your chin so that you were looking into his eyes. "I don't like to ask twice," He shook his head tauntingly at you. You whimpered, staring down at his lips as he spoke and loving the way his plump lips moved and grew back into a cocky smirk.

You brought your bottom lip between your teeth and became lost in the way that his confidence made you feel weak and vulnerable... in the best way. It was hard to explain, but Rafe's entire aura made you hot and he knew it. You practically crumbled at the rare occasions that he had said something to you during your time together in school, even if it was cruel and brought warm tears to your eyes.

"Am I going to have to ask twice?" The upturned corner of his lip dissipated and you could tell his patience was wearing thin and all he wanted was your shirt off, just like he had requested. You shook your head hurriedly, trying to please him in any way possible. All you wanted was to hear him call you a good girl. Your shaky fingers began to pull your shirt up and over your head. You thought that Rafe might lay kisses against your skin or softly touch you, but instead, he took his time looking you over.

You had a lacy white bra, no padding, and your nipples were clearly visible, pebbled and poking against his chest when you leaned against him hesitantly. He brought his hand up to your waist and pulled you back a bit so that he could really look you over He brushed his thumb across your nipple and you shuddered and whimpered at the feeling of his finger on your sensitive nipple.

"You're sensitive," He acknowledged, "Very sensitive," He brushed his bent pointer and middle finger over the other one and you let out a surprised yelp when he pinched it softly between the two. "...and responsive," He did it again and you were a little quieter this time, mewling at the feeling of the lace rubbing against your hardened nipples.

"You have the cutest little tits," He grinned as he pulled the cup down and blatantly pinched and pulled at one of your nipples. You gasped and weren't sure whether to be offended or pleased at the way he described your breasts. "And you're just so responsive to my touch," he murmured, almost to himself.

"I know you're a virgin," You saw the corner of his mouth lift in satisfaction at the aspect that you were a virgin, "but, tell me..." He brought his gaze up at you and reached to unclip the back of your bra. "Has anyone ever touched you this way? Fingered you? Made you cum? Huh?" He raised one eyebrow. Your breath hitched as you thought about the singular sexual experience that you had had. "Tell me," He seemed unhappy as he watched your face, knowing that there was indeed another time that someone had been able to please you.

"I-I was at a party," you started off, sputtering nervously.

"Mhmm, tell me everything," He looked at you intently, urging you on with his intense gaze.

"There was this guy, he had been staring at me all night," You took a moment to swallow and tried to bring your hands up to cover your breasts as they were growing cold, exposed to the AC in your bedroom. But, Rafe reached up and grabbed your wrists, bringing them to his own chest so that you weren't covering yourself.

"What did he do to you?" You weren't sure why he was asking you, because it seemed to be angering him.

"He... touched me," you weren't sure how to word it, everything seemed vulgar.

"Where?' His smirk returned.

"My-my," You looked down and shook your head and he audibly laughed at you, making you close your eyes and cringe in embarrassment.

"Can't even say it," He snickered and taunted. "Did you cum?" You shook your head and looked back up, just in time to see the pleased look on his face.

“My my, did you like it?” Your eyes widened momentarily , but you tried your best to recover. You stammered until he cut you off again, “c’mon baby, you can tell me,” he caressed your face in false comfort, but you found yourself leaning into the touch.

“No… it hurt, I-I wasn’t…” you fidgeted with your fingers for a moment, trying to find the words. “…ready.” You swallowed.

“He didn’t even get you wet, baby? What a shame,” he shook his head, maintaining the grin that had your nerves on edge.

“I bet you’re wet for me right now… I’ll be the first to make you cum on my tongue and stretch you open, you’ll be soaked by the time I’m finally thrusting into this tight, virgin cunt.” You gasped at his words, avoiding eye contact and trying not to fidget too much. His words were enough to get you wet. You were embarrassingly wet at the moment anyways.

“Let me get a good look at you,” his confident tone was a wonder to you. He stepped back and pulled your arms away from your chest to look at your perky tits. This time, he really took his time looking them over, biting his lip and reaching down to rub himself. He leaned in and softly took a nipple in his mouth again, moaning out as he suckled it. You looked up at the ceiling and mewled, cautiously bringing your hand up to entangle it in Rafe’s hair. He smiled against your nipple and let it go with a pop.

He came back up, kissing your chest, over your collarbones, and along your neck. Your body was tingling in anticipation, enjoying every brush of his lips against the tender skin of your neck. You tried your hardest to keep your sounds at bay, being embarrassed and nervous about what Rafe could be thinking.

He hummed contentedly against your neck, taking a deep breath of your scent and rubbing his clothed cock into your abdomen, grinding himself slowly against you to relieve the ache of his arousal. You bit your lip until it stung as your mind raced with thoughts of what was to come.

"Take these off," He snapped the waistband of your panties, and you breathed out a sigh of relief. You didn't want to wait any longer, you wanted him long ago, whether you realized it or not. Something about the way his presence unnerved you and his glare frightened you made you need him. He made you feel desire like no one ever had.

"Or should I? Would you like that? Like to see me on my knees for you?" He teased you as if he could reach your mind, he knew what you couldn't say. He got on his knees and let out a heavy breath against your clothed cunt. Your chest was rising and falling with each breath, growing erratic as you glimpsed down at Rafe to see him looking back up at you. He was taking advantage of the moment, getting you hot as he tauntingly pulled your panties down your thighs and let them fall to the floor. He had yet to look directly at your glistening pussy and kept his eyes on the ground. You were growing nervous in anticipation of the moment that he would finally lay his eyes on you.

When he did so, you watched his demeanor change. It was like he needed it more, he wanted you more and you unconsciously let out a mewl at the sight of his desire-stricken eyes staring back at you. He grunted out at your unintentional moan and within seconds he had you pushed against your bed with your legs spread wide open for him.

"This is going to feel... otherworldly baby, it's okay if you're loud." He spoke confidently and it just made it that much better. He started out slowly, delving into your folds and lapping your slick up. The first few moments were overwhelming, it felt almost uncomfortable. It quickly turned into a tingling sensation that you couldn't put fully into words. You let out a surprised moan that made Rafe chuckle against you and sent your back arching. You gripped his hair and he encouraged it, "Fuck yes," he groaned. You used your grip on his hair to pull him closer and he held your waist tightly as he ate you passionately, making the dirtiest noises you had ever heard. He snaked his arm around your thigh and began to circle your clit, and a loud shriek escaped your lips. You laid back in amazement, taking in every feeling, and screaming out his name as he gifted you with a sort of pleasure you had never experienced before.

Without thinking, your hands instinctively left Rafe's hair to snake up your abdomen, brushing softly over the skin, adding stimulation as you felt a burning sensation growing in your lower belly. Your hands continued up and you tweaked your nipples and bit your lip, whining out. The sensation felt as if it was traveling down to your clit and sending your orgasm hurling towards you. You looked down as you felt Rafe's tongue retreat and you gasped when he replaced it with his fingers, dipping them into your entrance and then slowly pushing fully in. He sat up to watch you pleasure yourself, pulling and twisting at your own nipple, massaging your breasts. As your eyes met his, you saw how dark they had grown in desire. He was coming undone watching you touch yourself, but he would never let you know that.

"That how you make yourself cum when you're by yourself, baby? Show me what else you do, let daddy see." You bit your lip and hesitated before trailing your hands down to your own cunt. Rafe removed his fingers slowly from you and watched intently as you circled your clit with your fingers, throwing your head back. It still wasn't as good as when Rafe had his tongue on you, working you over the edge. He watched you for a few more seconds before growling and pulling your hips against his at the edge of the bed.

He was quick to undress, as soon as his pants came off, the nervousness from earlier returned stronger than before. You gasped at the sight of his cloth-covered cock hardened beneath the fabric of his boxers. He watched your mouth fall open slightly and the look of panic and discomfort that returned. It made him smirk, knowing that the first time he would thrust into you, you would scream out in pain and you would always remember the feeling. You would never be able to forget him as the man who spread you open and taught you everything you needed to know. Each person after him would never be the same as him and it would be thanks to him that they would be gifted with a night with you. He would make sure that you were the sex kitten that he wanted you to be, he would mold you into every man's dream. He wondered if he would ever want to let you go though.

He had secretly beat off to the thought of you for years. He knew your type -- you were innocent and pure, but deep down you wanted to be fucked like a slut. You wanted to be used, demeaned, and dominated in every way possible. Coincidentally, that was exactly what he wanted from you as well. He wanted your submission, in and out of the sheets and you were the perfect candidate. He could start from scratch with you and that was exactly what he was doing as he taught you the ropes -- he would unlock every pleasurable experience that he could possibly manage with your body and use you like a ragdoll until you were senseless and fucked out.

"Don't be scared, baby. I'll take care of you this time.. go slow and soft with ya, but this will be the only time. Next time, I'm going to fuck you like you deserve to be fucked," He smirked down at you menacingly, but as he brought his lips down to your chest to lay kisses on, he came back up ready to take care of your body. He didn't want to scare you out of doing it again.

So, as he removed his boxers and positioned himself in front of you, he gave you a meaningful look and massaged your hips comfortingly. "It's going to hurt at first, but I promise, it will be the best feeling you've ever felt as soon as the pain subsides," He promised you. You nodded your head, tense as you sat up to watch him. He slowly pushed in and you hissed in pain. "God, this part always feels so good," He moaned out, taking it slow. "I just want to thrust into this tight little cunt, you're squeezing me so so good. You okay?" You nodded your head, even though you didn't feel okay. You were just waiting for the moment that it would finally feel good and you could say you were no longer a virgin.

It seemed that all of the caretaking was gone in a second as Rafe could no longer hold himself back and thrust deeply into you. You let out a loud scream, falling back against the sheets and clutching them tightly in your small fists. Rafe loved the way you were writhing underneath him in pain and pleasure that he, and he alone was bringing you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! This is the tightest little pussy I've ever fucked," he moaned, while you continued crying out, eyes squeezed shut. "I promise, you're going to be begging for my cock every single night after this, once you know how good I can make you feel, you'll be crawling on your fucking knees for me." He chuckled as he pounded into you, ignoring your clenched jaw and the tension held up in your body from the discomfort of him fucking you raw your very first time.

"And I'll give it to you every fucking time. I'll fuck each hole for the first time and you'll never be able to forget me," He moaned out. "I'll take you everywhere, can't wait to fuck you on your knees with your perky ass up in the air for me to spank and fuck. God, you're gonna be my obediant little girl, I'll teach you everything." He rambled on as he fucked your clenching cunt, trying to accommodate his size.

You were so relieved as a tinge of pleasure ran through you and you were reassured that it wouldn't feel like this the whole time. the stinging, burning, stretching feeling was replaced by a tingling of pleasure burning through your senses and lighting you on fire. You had never felt so good as you finally moaned out and shrieked, let your head loll to the side, and repeated Rafe's name.

"Oh, god, Rafe! Feels so good," He growled and leaned into you, slamming his hips up into yours at a brutal pace. "Can't wait for when you feel this tomorrow and think of me," He groaned out and you whimpered at the thought.

He grabbed the bend of your knee, bringing them higher and pressing it fully to your chest, practically bending you in half and fucking you at an unbelievable pace. His hips were slamming into yours and his cock felt like it was splitting you open but in a good way.

"You feel your pussy stretching for me, huh? Such a good little girl, taking daddy's cock so well. Gonna have to keep this cunt around, fuck you whenever I want." His words were bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm, but you were trying your hardest to prolong the inexplicable feeling that Rafe was giving you.

"F-fuck Rafe, think I'm gonna cum," You didn't curse often, but it seemed that you were picking it up from Rafe as he pounded into you. The pressure building in your abdomen was one that you couldn't hold off and without much warning, you finally arched your back and let out something between a scream and a moan. Rafe praised you as you came, complimenting and degrading you all at the same time.

"God, you're gonna make daddy cum. You're such a good little girl, never thought your pussy would feel this good. You've been a naughty little slut, keeping me from this, huh?" Only seconds after your earth-shattering orgasm, Rafe quickly pulled himself out of you, making you whimper out in discomfort. You could already feel the soreness setting in. He continued to work himself to his orgasm, jerking his cock and throwing his head back as he came all over your pussy with a loud groan. You watched in amazement and wonder, never having thought that Rafe would be the first to fuck you.

~

It went on like that for weeks -- loud, messy nights with Rafe. He taught you new things about yourself and how to please a man, he taught you how to make yourself cum better and even bought you a vibrator for nights that he wasn't there (the deal being that you would send him videos each time). Your weeks were filled with lessons. You couldn't believe the things that you were experiencing.

Rafe had taken you in pretty much every room of your house -- thank god your parents were never home or they would never see their daughter the same again. He would have you on the bathroom counter, in the shower, the bath, slow and fast on your bed, fucking his hips up into you while you were on top, teaching you how to ride and suck his cock the way that made him cum so deliciously hard. You couldn't believe that you were such a sex maniac and it was all because of Rafe.

Tonight was the first night that he wanted to teach you how to ride reverse cowgirl. You had yet to do it and Rafe had raved about how hot it would be, one night when you were entangled underneath his sheets. Each time, afterward, he would awkwardly end the night and you would try not to be offended, but you knew where this was going as soon as you agreed to it. But, you felt like you were getting enough out of the relationship that you went back to him every single night and let him demand your time and determine your schedule.

You were freshly out of the shower, drying your hair, a towel wrapped around you when arms snaked around your waist. You screamed in fear and heard Rafe chuckle. You let out a sigh of relief and he spun you to face him. He bit his lip and pushed you up against the wall behind you, making you drop the towel in your hand. He pinned your wrists against the wall and smiled down at you.

"Did you miss me, kitten?" You nodded your head, pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth and giggling.

"You excited for tonight?" You nodded your head again and he dove in, pressing his lips to yours and pressing his tongue against yours. He pulled you by your waist, throwing you onto the bed, effortlessly. You giggled as you bounced on your bed and your towel unwrapped, leaving you bare before him. One of the best outcomes from your time with Rafe was your new appreciation for your own body and the fact that you felt completely comfortable in front of Rafe. You would spread your legs for him and not instantly clamp them shut again in embarrassment. Sure, you still got embarrassed sometimes and you were often hesitant to do something new, but Rafe loved it and that made you feel more comfortable with him, no matter how dark and chaotic he seemed to intrinsically be.

Rafe shoved you over, making you giggle, and crawled up to you. He then laid on his back and you bit your lip, waiting for him to tell you exactly what he wanted you to do. He gripped your hips and pulled you so that you were straddling his chest, you gasped and fought his grasp, knowing that your holes were directly exposed and spread for him. He pulled you closer to his face and licked a thick strip up the entrance of your pussy all the way back to your puckered hole. You let out an excited shriek and he growled at you, pulling you even closer and diving in. He sucked your lips into his mouth and shook his head, tonguing your clit as you threw your head foreword and squeezed your eyes shut, moaning at the sensation.

"God, this pussy is fucking magical." He tongued your entrance and spit against you, wetting your already soaked pussy even more.

"Move your hips against my face, baby. I want to watch you grind against me, don't hold back."

"I can't Rafe," You whined out, completely humiliated to be spread wide open for him on display in the first place. You had no idea how you would work up the courage to grind yourself against his face. "I think I told you once that I don't like to ask twice, didn't I?" You whimpered out, whining in refusal.

Rafe reached up and spanked you three times, leaving your ass burning. You shrieked and flinched with each once and decided that giving in would be better than spending the night with a sore ass. You cautiously moved your pussy back and instantly moaned at the feeling. You began grinding, working yourself against him, and loving the feeling. The sounds of your soaked pussy were bringing you closer to your orgasm, the sensation otherworldly. Rafe had his tongue hanging out of his mouth, letting you grind your clit against it.

When you finally came, shaking and moaning above him, you were already tired. You collapsed forward and laid with your legs splayed out in front of him. He moaned at the sight and reached forward to rub your pussy and ass, spreading your juices and playing with you. "This is my pussy, isn't it, baby?" You nodded your head, exhausted.

"Use your fucking words," He smacked your ass harshly and you shouted out a "yes!" in response. "Yes, this is your pussy, daddy."

He barely let you recover, ready to be inside of you. "Undress me," he had removed his own shirt, and you were working on getting his boxers off of him. He was rock hard, just like he always was when he was around you. You pulled him out and without warning leaned forward and spit against him, wetting the head of his cock and gripping him. He gripped your hips aggressively and moaned out in surprise, "Getting confident, are we now?" You nodded your head, embarrassed, feeling almost rejected.

"Get down there and slide down on this cock. Sit all the way down until you can't take anymore and don't move," You did as he told you, positioning him at your hole, you groaned and threw your head back. He slipped right in and you slowly took him inside of you. "That's a good girl, still got the tightest little pussy, huh?" You mewled at the feeling, as he got deeper and deeper a stabbing sensation hit you and you flinched when you had taken him as far as you could.

"You sit just like this, you've been a naughty little girl. Don't you even think about moving," The punishment didn't seem too terrible at first, but it didn't take long for you to be whining out. He was so deep you were beginning to cramp and all you wanted was to raise your hips and fall back down on him.

"Gonna be a good girl?" You frantically nodded your head and he grabbed your hips, raising you himself and slamming you back down on him. You screamed and threw your head back and he took a fistful of your hair, making you arch your back. He started off bucking his hips into yours, physically lifting your body and bouncing you on top of him. You were a moaning mess, never having him this deep inside of you.

He let go of your hair, right before you were about to cum and pushed your back forward. "Show daddy what a good little girl you can be, show me how good you can ride me." You tried your hardest, completely exhausted and growing overly sensitive at your approaching orgasm. Was he going to make you ride him even through your orgasm? You whimpered at the thought and began to bounce your ass on him, tucking your legs back and finding a good angle to raise and lower your hips on his cock.

He seemed to love it and you were hopeful that he would cum soon. "Rafe! I'm gonna cum!" you stopped your motion and reached down to rub your clit, but he spanked you and forcefully grabbed your hips, and slammed you down on him. "Don't you fucken stop." He demanded, "Too fucken bad, baby. Gonna have to fuck daddy while you cum," He laughed tauntingly at you, and you whined back at him. He reached forward and placed a hand over your mouth, shutting you up and telling you to keep going. You could hear it in his tone that he wasn't messing around.

You screamed into his hand as you finally came around his cock. He taunted and teased you, slapping your clit and pinching your nipple in overstimulation. You didn't stop riding him though, knowing that doing so would only make it worse. "You're doing so good, this is exactly how you ride a cock. You're a fucken natural," Your legs were growing tired, beginning to give out, so he reached forward and helped you out. He pulled you up and slammed you back down on him and by the sound of his moans, you knew he was close. With three more long thrusts down on him, he was cumming with a loud groan. He pushed you forward without warning and released his seed all over your ass, letting it leak down and coat your holes.

"God," He sighed, rubbing your ass and spanking it. "You really are a natural,"

HE MADE HER WHAT

reflection

y/n couldn't blame harry for avoiding her but all she wanted to tell him was that she was sorry

part one (gravity)

part two (momentum)

part three (magnetism)

part four (tension)

part five (impulse)

previous part (inertia)

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(Y/N) felt awful.

Just a day short of being a week since she had shared the fact she knew his secret, Harry had done an incredible job of avoiding and ignoring her. She had called and texted him more than a handful of times, asking for a moment to speak to him and let him know how she felt or at the very least apologize for ambushing him in the middle of class like that. No response was garnered each time.

She even tried mimicking his routine, getting to class early on Monday in hopes of catching him. But, as if Harry knew she had her own plan brewing, he made a point to show up just before Stanfill started lecture, sitting in a seat on the other side of the room closest to an exit. He even adopted the habit of packing up minutes before dismissal so he was able to flee immediately following Stanfill's permission, making it impossible for (Y/N) to catch him before he was gone. Knowing it wasn't a good idea, (Y/N) even peeked on his cam-page, only to find that he had announced a brief break from his streams for the next couple of weeks; he cited being too busy to keep up, but vowed to post extra premium content when he made his return.

It felt like (Y/N)'s entire body adopted an aching cold when she read that. She ached in her joints and feared a throbbing in her head as she deflated before closing the page. She hadn't anticipated a reaction like the one he was giving, and nothing broke her heart more than the fact he was so upset that he had stopped doing his job; this was how he made his money and she had somehow embarrassed him enough into keeping him from putting food on his table.

All she wanted to do was tell him that she didn't think any less of him, that her reaction stemmed from nothing but shock. She didn't feel negatively at all about what he did to take care of himself (she was one of the many viewers who tuned in anyway, so she didn't think she had much say in whether or not it was wrong). She wanted to tell him she was sorry for the way she went about telling him, that she knew she should have waited until they were alone before she brought up something so personal. She wanted to tell him that, if he'd still have her, she wanted to be with him, no matter what he did in his free time.

She just wanted to talk to him.

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Sitting in her car, (Y/N) wasn't sure if her hands were sweaty from the ultra high heat that was coming through her vents or the fact that she was parked outside Harry's apartment complex.

After yesterday, when Harry had once again dodged her and quashed any chance of her making amends after lecture, she had broken down and confessed to Ny why she had been so blue for the past week. (Y/N) kept the details close to her chest (Harry's business wasn't something she was willing to share), but spilled to her roommate that she and Harry had gotten into a fight—that was more of a misunderstanding than anything—and he'd been avoiding her since. Ny allowed her to cry out her feelings, stinging tears slipping down (Y/N)'s cheeks through the frustration and guilt that was filling up her system. When she finished, Naomi allowed (Y/N) a moment to breathe before offering her advice.

"You need to go see him. At the very least, you'll get out what you need to say and you'll feel better."

When (Y/N) protested at the thought, Ny cut her off swiftly, her gaze calm and collected.

"The worst that can happen is that he doesn't answer you or talk—and it's not like that hasn't happened already."

(Y/N) had spent the rest of the night and the majority of her lazy Saturday morning processing her roommate's advice. Maybe it was more for her than for Harry, but she wanted him to know that he had taken her reaction the wrong way, and that she supported him no matter his profession.

So, after using all morning to scrounge up the courage to even leave the apartment, it was two in the afternoon by the time she had made it to Harry's complex, and another ten minutes of her contemplating if she made the right choice. Pushing him was the last thing she wanted to do, but she wasn't going to leave things like this with him. If after this, he still wanted to ignore her and let that be the final note of their song, she would let him, but she wanted to try at least before that note played.

Before she could overthink any further, (Y/N) hopped from her car with only the end goal in mind: see Harry.

Her brain worked on autopilot as she traced the familiar path to his apartment. The exposed staircases felt stories higher as she scaled the steps, her heart beating fast enough she worried it would give out the second she saw him. By the time his door came into view, the gilded numbers pinned to the wood, her hands were unbelievably shaky.

At first knock, she garnered no reaction. Nothing could be heard on the other side—no rustling, shuffling of feet, or even the effort to conceal any presence. She had messaged him that she was coming over, but he never responded. For all she knew, he had fled as soon as he got her text in another bid to avoid her. She wouldn't blame him.

Nonetheless, she tried again, resting her forehead on the cool surface as her eyes fluttered closed. After a second, she swore she heard something on the other side, a shuffling of feet over the laminate wood flooring, like Harry was hesitating to cross the space.

"Harry, it's me. I just want to talk to you."

Silence fell again, making (Y/N) want to cry. It would suck if this was the way it was going to end.

She waited another moment, allowing the dwindling hope in her chest to linger for a second before she snuffed it out on the way back to her car. Just as she resigned herself to the lonely trek back home, she heard a deep breath being exhaled inside the apartment. He was right there.

Still, the door remained shut as she heard his voice for the first time in over a week. "If you're here to break up with me, that's... 's fine, I jus'—I don't..."—he plundered his words before he sucked in an audible breath—"I don't need to hear all of it, I understand already. Jus' don't tell anyone. I need this job to get through school and it's harder to keep it if people know."

"Har—"

He didn't give her a moment, immediately cutting her off with his wavering voice, "I-I don't know what y'saw, but I don't want to talk about it. I know 'm weird, or whatever y'think I am, I get it. But, I really need this job, (Y/N), an—"

"Harry," she tried again, breaking through both the door and the self-deprecating tone he had taken on, "I'm not here to break up with you, I just wanted to talk to you. I miss you."

Silence responded to her, leaving only a whisper of a sniffle to be heard on the other side. She wished he would open up, allow her to see him and comfort him. The vision of him with bloodshot, watery eyes was enough to chip at her heart, especially since the sight was still so fresh to her.

"I don't think any differently of you, you know," she continued, "This doesn't change how I feel about you. You're still my Harry." Another sniffle was heard, wilting her further. "You're still my Harry who's a little too good at physics to be normal, and my cuddle buddy, and my best friend. This doesn't change any of that for me."

A beat passed before the doorknob twisted, warning (Y/N) to step back before the door swung open to reveal Harry with watery eyes and flushed cheeks.

Her heart stuttered at the sight of him. She had seen glimpses of him in class, but she feared she was forgetting what it was like to be seen by him, too. She could fall to her knees if she wasn't careful.

"Really?"

She only gave a careful nod, unwilling to trust her voice to work around the lump growing in her throat. Harry's chest shook with a deep breath, his eyes rounded and wide as he took her in. He wouldn't turn her away this far in, right?

(Y/N) felt relief wash over her muscles as he stepped aside, gesturing for her to step inside his apartment. She all but tripped over herself to cross the threshold before he could retract the offer. There was nothing like being enveloped in Harry's scent, seeing all the markers of his presence all around her again. She'd never been more relieved. Now, she just needed to finish the job.

Rounding the corner out of the short hallway that made up his foyer, she stopped in the kitchen. She was hyper aware of the sound of him tailing her on his socked feet, though she didn't feel the warmth of his gaze. Once she turned around, she practically deflated when she realized she was right.

With his eyes on his feet and his hands bundled in a heap in front of him, Harry couldn't even look at her. Despite being so close, he'd never been farther away.

"You know," she started, a feigned light-heartedness in her tone she hoped would infect the space until it was real, "If you're weird for doing those shows, I watched for a couple of months and liked that I saw—so that makes two of us, I guess."

She waited with bated breath until a smile cracked at the corner of Harry's lips, the first sign of anything positive she'd seen from him in days.

"So," he mumbled, voice deep and graveled, "You're not here to break up with me? Or stop seeing me, or stop whatever it is that we're doing?" The full of his bottom lip was trapped between his teeth when he finally peeked a look at her, the flesh being worried between the blunt ends.

"No, of course not. I'm not scared off that easily."

Finally, she was granted with a soft smile blooming across Harry's features. His glossy eyes found hers with a more familiar flush pricking his cheeks. A minute difference was made in his body language, the shift so subtle she wouldn't have noticed if she wasn't so adamant on giving him every inch of her attention. His muscles seemed less tense, leaving him with a slope in his broad shoulders, his hands less restless, and his jaw left without a tick.

"Can I.."—he swallowed as his gaze fell down the length of her body, appraising for anything he had missed—"Is it okay if I hug you?"

"Oh, Harry."

The sigh of his name came as a short warning before she closed the space between them. Her arms wrapped around his neck, peaking up to her tip-toes in an effort to hold him as close as she could. Harry didn't waste a second before dropping his face to snuggle into the crook of her neck, his arms looping around her waist as he melted into her. She felt him sigh against his neck, a contented noise slipping from his clogged throat as he burrowed into her hold.

"Sorry I got so upset," Harry murmured into her skin, his lips close enough to brush her skin and send shivers down her spine, "I never imagined this would go over well with anyone I was close to, like 'm close to you. I know 's really different, so I prepared for the worst, I guess."

(Y/N) shook her head as best she could without disrupting his cuddling form. "Don't be sorry for that. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have confronted you in the middle of class like that."

"'S okay, flower," he whispered into her skin, dotting a gentle kiss against the curve, "I shouldn’t’ve kept it from you, and lied."

Her forgiveness was given in the form of a small press of her lips to his cheek. She gave one more gentle squeeze of her arms around his neck before slowly pulling away. Harry didn't let her get very far with an arm still wrapped around her middle, tugging her along with him as he moved them to his couch.

Once on the cushions, (Y/N) let out an airy laugh as he took the liberty to arrange her how he pleased, too determined to wait for his usual permission. He pulled her legs to drape over his lap though he kept her tucked against his side with his arm now slung over her shoulders. His free hand ran over her legs, following the bend of her knee and sliding up the full of her thigh before doubling back and starting the journey over. (Y/N)'s eyes followed him the whole way, aware of the heavily chipped green polish on his fingers and sore, red cuticles that cushioned his nail beds. She was going to have to give him some TLC, she decided, the sight of his neglected nails making her pout.

"So," Harry started, a smile evident in his voice, "Y'watched me? Liked it—liked me?"

A breathy laugh fell from her lips as her mouth fell open in a gape. He was teasing her—really teasing her. This was the closest she had ever seen him to the man she had known on her computer screen.

Looking up at him, she shook her head, incredulously. "No comment."

Harry's smile turned crooked, a cocky quality taking over the curve that she had never seen from him though she could have pictured H wearing that grin through his shows.

"Its my turn to confess something," (Y/N) piped up, her hands in her lap getting a bit restless at the thought of speaking this aloud.

"Can't be much worse than m'secret, so go for it," Harry laughed, a gentle shrug of his shoulder showing just how at ease he finally was with her. It made her heart glow knowing that he was comfortable with her, even more so than she had thought.

"Well," she sang, her voice lilting around the word, "You know that girl you've privately message with and sent stuff to... for free?"

"Wait," he stopped her, brows pinching as his gaze matched her own bashful one, "How d—... Are you my sweetheart?"

She rolled her lips between her teeth, gently nodding her head in affirmation. "That's me."

Harry's eyes grew wide, the lilypad of his iris glazing over her features in disbelief. "Are y'serious?! I—I didn't see that coming at all," he laughed, his arm on her shoulders tightening, "I guess I don't feel so bad, then. I had a little bit of a crush on that girl, so 's nice knowing it was m'girlfriend."

He was taking everything in stride now, (Y/N) noticed, the blush in his cheeks lacking and his wandering eyes that struggled to settle on her if she gave him too much of her undivided attention now gone. He seemed so much more confident than she had ever seen him—it made her proud.

"You had a crush on me?" she pressed, her fidgeting fingers reaching for the knit of the striped, oversized sweater on his torso.

"I don't know," he shrugged, a shy smile taking his lips, "I thought y'were very gentle and... sweet. Very different to what was going on in the shows and in m'inbox. I liked seeing y'there."

"That's cute, Harry," she cooed, leaning further into him to press a kiss to his flushed neck, "Now, what was that about me being your girlfriend? I didn't know about that." The shy, blushing man (Y/N) had come to know made a flickering reappearance at the sound of her question, Harry trying his best to hide his pink cheeks by pulling away. "No, no," (Y/N) protested through a smile, shifting so she sat squarely on his lap with her legs on either side of his hip so he had no choice but to face her, "Don't leave."

"'M sorry, I guess we never really talked about that either, huh?" he breathed, back to his bashful ways as he kept his gaze trained on his hands as he steadied them on her thighs, "I didn't mean to assume, especially after everything."

(Y/N) shrugged, reaching for his cheeks to cradle in her palms. "It's not much of an assumption if you're right."

His eyes softened to the shade of plush moss as he raised them to match her gaze. His cheeks warmed under her hands, letting her know just how sweetly her words affected him. Harry reached to place his own hands over hers, cupping the back of them with his palms.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Harry's dimples were felt under her hands as he leant forwards and nudged his nose against her own, a gentle brushing of his smiling lips against her mouth as he whispered something to himself she didn't quite catch. She swore she heard him say something about "my girlfriend" with wonder painting his tone.

In the same beat, Harry pulled back with wide eyes, his hands falling from hers to sit on the full of her thighs.

"Wha—"

"You like m'daddy stuff! Y'told me that!"

Now it was (Y/N)'s turn to try and hide from him, shocked that he would take this moment to remember something like that. She let out a whining call of his name as she fell into his chest, abandoning his cheeks as she bundled her hands between their chest.

"You don't have to say it!" she bubbled, her complaint feeling very thin as a smile tainted her tone.

"'M jus' telling the truth. No more secrets, right?" Harry pressed, his tone just as light as her heart felt.

Still, he only wrapped his arms around her form and kept her close to his chest. (Y/N) had never been more relieved to be in his arms.

—————

"I can't believe y'forgot there was another lab this weekend."

"Can you really not believe it, or are you just saying that?"

(Y/N) squeezed her hand around Harry's as she gazed at him from the passenger seat, watching as a playful smile took his features. He gave a gentle shrug as he turned into the parking lot where the others from their lecture were waiting.

Stanfill had arranged another lab that was required if (Y/N) wanted any chance of passing her final, even though she promptly forgot about it after class was dismissed on Monday. Lucky for her, Harry was the best at remembering these kinds of things and reminded her the night before and offered to pick her up, leaving her in a giddy mood for the first time going into a lab.

"You know, now that I think about it," Harry mused, pursing his lips in feigned thought, "Sounds about right."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes as Harry parked in a spot far away from the rest of their peers, the off campus building that Stanfill chose for their labs towering in front of them.

"You're annoying, but I would have failed this class so long ago without you," (Y/N) laughed, eager to clasp Harry's hand in hers again now that he didn't need it to drive.

"I jus' keep y'on track, y'do the rest," Harry countered, happily giving over his hand that was quickly cuddled between her two.

With the sun peering in through the window, Harry was backlit with a buttery glow from the star acting as his aura. His hair framed his face in waving strands, pieces curling around the rim of his glasses he had preemptively perched on his nose when he picked her up. The only thing that made the morning sun dim in comparison was the smile curling around his features with his dimples denting into his cheeks in loving dips.

"What?" he asked, his cheeks tinting pink at her attention.

"Nothing," (Y/N) smiled, twining her fingers between his, "Did you want to come over after this? Naomi is hanging out with Trystan and Oliver later, so we can camp out in the living room without having her walk in."

Harry dropped his gaze to their hands, his skin flushing a brighter pink than she had expected. "I—um—I've actually got to film a little after this."

He barely chanced a glance at her through his lashes as he stumbled through his words. The honesty surrounding his job was still something new for the both of them, especially for Harry to openly speak about. That day at his apartment, he had told her he never shared this secret with anyone, not even his best friend Mitch who he felt like he could tell anything to, making this adjustment period a lot more of an adjustment than he realized.

But, (Y/N) didn't want him to feel weird for telling her any of this. "Well, you can come over whenever you're done, if you want? I was planning on ordering some pizza tonight, so we could have dinner if you're able to make it."

Nothing made her happier than the gentle relief that softened his features whenever she treated him as if he really worked the marketing job he had made up for her. Using his hand in her's, he tugged her towards him, meeting her halfway over the center console.

"Thank you," he whispered, the words just a notch above silent as he dipped his head and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, "I'll definitely be over tonight, flower." Harry indulged her in one more soft kiss, his smile felt against her lips before pulling away. "I think we'd better go; 'm pretty sure we're the last people still out here."

"But, Stanfill isn't even he—" Before (Y/N) could finish, with his free hand, Harry pinched her chin and swiveled her head to where Professor Stanfill had parked with familiar faces from their lecture following after him into the building. "Oh."

"Don't sound so sad, you're making me upset," Harry teased, dropping a kiss to her cheek, "It'll be over before you know it—especially since 'm stealing you as m'partner."

(Y/N) couldn't wipe the smile off her face as she followed after him, finally excited about the prospect of a lab now that she knew Harry was going to be there to help her every step of the way. It was him this time that grabbed her hand when they rounded the front of his car, Harry tugging her along to trail after the main group.

"So," he started, playfully bumping his hip against her's, "Are y'gonna watch tonight? M'show, I mean."

Aside from her confession at his apartment, they hadn't talked much about the fact she was one of his viewers, leaving (Y/N) with a bubbling heat to fill her veins at the nonchalant way he asked.

"Maybe," she teased, mimicking his light-hearted tone, "Are you going to make it good?"

"You'll know if y'tune in, sweetheart."

Oh.

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"Harry, do we have to? You can just tutor me later."

(Y/N) felt his pulse pick up from where she had her lips pressed against his neck. Her physics textbook was long forgotten, having fallen into a heap on the floor when she accidentally kicked it off her bed as she moved to sit in Harry's lap. It was his fault—really! He had been the one to start up the game with her.

He had promised he would reward her with kisses after every successful material review, and after every question on their homework she answered correctly. She could argue that he should know by now how distracting these games could be to her; it was never just one kiss, one minute of indulgence. (Y/N) took advantage of his nearness every chance she could.

To be fair, she made it through a few rounds of his game before finally caving in, unable to resist the swollen puff of his raspberry lips and the curling mess that his hair was becoming with every pass of her fingers through the strands. That's how she found herself sat astride his lap, thighs split to fit his hips with her fingers tangled in the front of his sweater and her lips working over the flushed skin of his neck.

"Flower, we—" he gasped, his breathy voice wavering, "I thought y'were nervous for Friday's test? W-We've still got the back page to finish."

"We always have tomorrow to study," she pleaded, her thighs tensing around his lap when his grip on her waist tightened, "Why can't we do this for a little while, instead?" When she didn't receive any response, her desperation turned up a notch. "Please, Harry?"

Her begging finally drew a reaction from him in the shape of his warm hands abandoning her waist and coming up to cradle her cheeks in his palms. A shift appeared in his demeanor, the lines of his body growing sturdy as he took control.

"C'mere then, and kiss me properly."

(Y/N) didn't hesitate before she melted into him, willing to move in whatever position he wanted. She hummed into his mouth as he pet his thumbs over the height of her cheekbones, sealing his mouth onto hers in languid motions. He guided her through the kiss with her bottom lip tucked between his two, sweeping the tip of his tongue gently across the full of the pillow. His hands on her cheeks anchored her to the moment as he pulled her deeper and deeper with every re-angling of his lips and cant of his head.

With her hands on his chest, (Y/N) grappled for a hold as she became breathless the longer he had his mouth buttoned to hers. She swore she felt his heart beating a mile a minute under her palms.

"Harry," she sighed against him, his name sweet on her tongue.

A satisfied smile crooked his lips, the curl almost enough to keep him from properly kissing her before he strengthened the cradle of his hands on her cheeks. Though he had been sampling her taste with his tongue brushing over her bottom lip, with the sigh that slipped from her throat, he took it as an invitation to taste her in heavy sweeps. He snuck his tongue into her mouth, playing with her own before indulging in her fragrance. With every kiss, it felt like he was stealing the breath from her lungs, leaving a honey-thick glaze to drip through (Y/N)'s system that urged her to cling to him like he was the oxygen she was seeking.

Harry dropped his hands from her cheeks, finding the rounded curves of her hips with his palms instead. He shifted, bending his knees behind her to make a steadying nest of his limbs around her. At the movement, the rest of their books and notes went tumbling down onto her floor, with the clatter of what (Y/N) was sure was either his or her phone following after. She was momentarily distracted by the ruckus, attempting to pull away from Harry's kiss to make sure none of their things were damaged.

Raising one of his hands from her hips to pinch her chin, Harry stopped her from moving too far. "No," he mumbled, a small shake of his head following after with the tip of his nose nudging hers, "Gotta finish what y’started, flower."

Her concern dissolved like sugar at his words. She only gave a small sigh of his name, or at least the beginning of it before falling back into his kiss. (Y/N) wrapped her arms gently around his neck, her fingertips curling into the baby hairs that were fluffed on the back of his neck. She felt more than comfortable in his arms, his kiss something that was able to soothe her while still pulling the air from her lungs and urging her to beg for more. Her head was up in the clouds, with only thoughts of Harry with every sweep of his tongue across her own. (Y/N) had been lulled into contentment when she felt a glimpse of Harry's teeth against her bottom lip, the bite gentle while sending a sharp shiver to straighten her spine.

(Y/N) repeated the breathy call of his name, Harry happily swallowing the note with his own mouth as he soothed the bite with his tongue and affectionate kisses.

"Yeah, flower? 'M right here," he teased her, voice a low secret between them.

Her thighs tensed around his hips at the sound of his gravel deep voice with her fingers unconsciously tightening in his hair. From her vantage point on his lap, she was suddenly aware of the tent in his trousers underneath her. She couldn't stop herself before sinking deeper on his lap, allowing the bulge to press into her softness through her leggings.

If she thought his kiss was taking her breath away, nothing prepared her for the light-headed quality that settled over her at the feel of his cock against her core.

Harry seemed to sense she needed a moment to collect herself before she passed out in his arms. He dragged his mouth away from hers, his swollen lips trailing over her jawline before picking tender spots on her neck to lap and bite at.

"You know," he started, voice muffled against a particularly tender patch of skin behind her ear she could tell he was sucking a mark into, "I've thought about y'before filming or starting a show to get hard."

(Y/N) felt as if she had traded places with Harry, becoming the easily jostled one as he was now the man she had come to know through her computer screen. This was H teasing her and telling her just how much he desired her body.

Sucking in a deep breath, (Y/N)'s head fell back. Her back arched with her hair tumbling down behind her, breasts pushed against the broad of Harry's chest. Her hands in his hair had reflexively ran through the strands, tightening in the curls in hopes of steadying her racing heart.

"Really?" she squeaked out, her eyes fluttering shut at the idea of him picturing her before the shows she got off to.

"Mhm," he hummed, a smug smile felt against her skin as he dotted his lips against the lovebite he no doubt curated behind her ear. He slid down her neck, finding the tender curve that slipped into her shoulder before sinking his teeth into the flesh. "Made getting through them really easy," he murmured, voice fanning over her heated skin, "Would have been even easier if I had known I was talking to the girl of m'dreams during—even if it was through a screen."

The fact that she had tuned into his shows wasn't something that was brought up very seriously between them. Harry more liked to tease her, prodding her with sly remarks about how he knew just what she liked, asking if she was going to be watching his show that night, or whatever he could to bring a warmth to her skin and a bashful drop to her features. She'd never heard him bring it up so seriously; she'd never heard him confess to liking the fact that she used to watch him. The idea made her thighs clench and something deep in her core to tighten.

She couldn't stop herself before (Y/N) was dragging her hips over his in slow runs, the motions minute enough that it was more torturous that relieving. Harry seemed more than pleased with her reaction. His hand that had been stationed on her neck traced down the side of her form in a lingering run. He followed the swell of her breast and the curve of her waist before landing on the thick of her thigh. His arm around her waist locked in place as he pulled away from the matching lovebite he was pressing into a new spot on her neck.

"Hang onto me, sweetheart," he murmured, dipping his head to press his cheek against hers.

Without question, (Y/N) followed his instruction, looping her arms around his neck just a moment before having her world flipped around in one swift motion. Whatever other study materials had been clinging to her bed were effectively dismissed, leaving the full of her bed to the two of them. (Y/N) was left with her back pressed into her mattress, tufts of her duvet waving around her like clouds with Harry hovering above her like an angel with swollen lips and hungry eyes.

Harry didn't waste a second before resuming the art he was making on her neck, colorful splotches forming an embedded necklace in her skin. "You're s'fucking hot, (Y/N)," he groaned into the dip of her collarbone, "I couldn't get y'out of m'head when I was in front of the camera."

She keened into him, hitching her leg around his hip with her arms still stationed around his neck. "Harry, I—"

His teeth sinking into her skin effectively cut her off, the sharp glint freezing her muscles before allowing a burning relief to pump through her system. A much too satisfied smirk took over Harry's features, the lopsided curve felt clearly through the tender patch of skin he was paying his attention to.

"What was that, sweetheart? Y'want to tell me something?"

With her mouth open in a slight gape, (Y/N) floundered for her words. She barely got out the syllables of his name before her thoughts died on her tongue, leaving him to fight off a smug smile pressed into her skin. All she could concentrate on was the feel of his hands plucking at the hem of her hoodie, slipping underneath the fabric to land on the bones of her hips. His fingers curled around her form, his thumbs petting over her pelvis.

"Y'want to know what I would think about when I got myself off? Want to know all the things I wished I could do with you?"

She gave out a gasp as he bit at the soft skin of her neck, her hands reaching to grasp tightly at his shoulders. She nodded her head in short jerks, eyes fluttering shut.

A breathy laugh fanned over her skin, (Y/N) able to imagine just the self-satisfied smile that Harry was surely sporting. "I used to think about you," he mused, adjusting his grip on her hips to slide his fingers into the waist of her leggings, "about filming with you."

He tucked his fingertips under the tight fabric of her pants, the spandex curling over itself under the force of his hands. The blunt of his nails slid smoothly over her thighs the further down he pushed the fabric. (Y/N) wasn't even sure what her body was reacting to when her stomach clenched and her hands on his shoulders tightened to a piercing grip: his words or his touch?

"F-Filming with me?" she whispered, voice broken under the weight of her pleasure.

"Mhm," Harry hummed, abandoning the string of lovebites he made to decorate her neck and sliding to lay between her spread legs. His feet hung off the edge of her small bed, the same bed she had unknowingly fantasized about him in after watching his H character on screen. "I wanted to have a video of you all for myself. See what it looked like when I took care of you."

Before she realized it, Harry had her leggings off her body and balled up in a pile on the floor as he sat on his knees before her. She was left in only her panties, the weighted air that was developing around the room coming to lay over her. Using his solid grip on her legs, he raised her ankles to be level with his face. A sidelong glance was delivered in her direction as Harry dipped his head down and pressed small kisses to the bones of her ankles, his hands following after as he slowly worked his way upwards to lay on his stomach between her thighs. He brushed his lips against the sensitive skin, his nose skimming along as he kept his eyes trained on her face.

"I thought about this," he murmured, words smeared against the inside of her thigh as his hands squeezed the flare of her hips, "Having y'there with me, legs spread for me jus' like this." He fiddled with the waistline of her panties, tugging at the delicate seams that stitched the satin together. With his eyes still watching for her reactions, gazing at her through the frame of his lashes, Harry moved to plant a gentle kiss on the base of her stomach, just above the line of her underwear.

(Y/N)'s tummy jumped at the tickling feel of his kiss, her breath catching in her throat. The curls of his hair worked as their own stimulant, brushing over her skin in feather-light brushes that made her skin feel tight under his attention. Her hands had since retreated to the tufts of duvet around her, leaving her to clench the fabric roughly between her fingers.

"Harry, I—Please," she gasped, unsure of anything else other than she wanted him to keep going.

A breathy laugh fell from his lips, his amusement fanning across her heated skin. "Everyone would get to see how gorgeous y'are. How pretty y'look with me. They'd see how good y'are for me, too."

(Y/N) almost wanted to whine when he pulled his face away from the apex of her thighs, watching as he moved to lay his head with his cheek pressed into the plush of her thigh. For the first time since situating himself between her legs, Harry's eyes drifted from her own to land on one of his hands playing with her panties. He looked so casual in his position, as if he wasn't playing a teasing game with her.

"Were these expensive, sweetheart?"

She blanched at his sudden subject change, dropping her gaze to where he tugged at her underwear with complete focus. "No, b—"

"Are these your favorite?"

"N-no, wh—"

Before she could finish any of her questions, Harry fisted his hands around the seams of her underwear and snapped the thread holding it all together. The misshapen fabric lay in tatters before he tugged it away from her body and threw it to join the pile of her leggings.

Her eyes went wide at the sight of him, his muscles clear even under the layer of his hoodie concealing his form. While she knew this was Harry—all of the teasing remarks and strong points of dominance—she still couldn't believe this was her Harry. He used to blush every time she looked at him and struggled with holding her hand for a month, and now he was ripping her panties because he couldn't wait even a second longer to see all of her.

He didn't waste a second before he dipped his head and pressed small kisses to her hips, his hands rucking up her hoodie to settle in the curve of her waist. "I thought about this all the time," he murmured, words dripping over her skin like honey though it was never enough to quell any of the tightness in her tummy, "Getting to take y'like this. Have everyone see how perfect y'are and how much I adore you. You'd be the star."

(Y/N) hadn't realized her eyes had fluttered closed until she felt his hands reaching for hers in the bundles of bedding around her. He gently took her wrists, startling her into blinking her bleary eyes open. He brought her hands to slip into his hair and anchor her to the moment, his gaze matching hers through the crown of his lashes. His warmth radiated into her palms, giving her another thing to focus on that was just Harry.

Harry kissed his way from her hips to her core, "What do y'think, flower? Haven't got a lot to say right now, do you?"

There was just a ghost of a smug smile on his lips before he settled further into her mattress and pressed a smearing kiss to her clit. (Y/N) jumped in her spot, ill-prepared for the jolt that went up her spine at the feel of his lips on her pussy. She was grateful for the hold she had on his hair, especially when the tug she gave elicited a rumbling groan from the back of his throat. He had to fight to keep his eyes open as she felt his tongue swipe through her folds, the tip parting her slit and allowing him a taste. His arms wrapped around her thighs from underneath, giving Harry a grip along the sensitive inside as her legs pillowed his head.

"Hm, sweetheart?" he prodded, his voice feeling heavy on her wetness.

"I—oh my god—What about your face?" she gasped, unsure of what exactly was coming out of her mouth, "Pe-People would see you."

Though he had pressed her for a response, Harry didn't interrupt himself for even a second to answer her. He flattened his tongue against her clit and nuzzled into her, nose skimming her mound. Her thighs tensed in his hands, her muscles bunching together before he dipped his tongue lower and prodded at her clenching opening. He stroked her in tight runs with the broad of his tongue, lapping through her folds. His arms around her legs allowed him to press her tightly against his face, his nose buried against her clit with his chin growing wet with her slick.

Harry pulled away with a deep breath, his eyes never leaving the mess he was making between her legs. His face glistened in the lowlight of her bedroom as he abandoned his hold on one of her thighs and traced his fingers around her pussy. (Y/N)'s toes curled into the bedding that surrounded his sides, her own bucking up against his fingers.

"Don't worry about me, sweetheart," he mumbled, voice raw and breathless, "I don't care if they see me—I don't care as long as its with you."

(Y/N) had almost forgotten what he was talking about having had her lungs squeezed of air and thoughts left tainted with only one name. But, the reminder that he wanted to film her—film himself eating her out—tugged at the knot in her stomach and further tangled her nerve-endings.

"Oh my—Harry," she gasped, fingers tight in his hair.

"Yeah?" he smiled, a smug curl to his lips, "Y'like that idea, sweetheart? Want to be my video girl and have everyone see jus' how well I take care of you?"

She wasn't even aware she was nodding her head until Harry breathed a laugh against her, his fingers still prodding and poking in teasing runs at her pussy. She never thought she'd be into something like that, honestly, never having had the desire to film herself doing anything intimate. But the way Harry described it, like it was a dedication to how much he adores her and a way to show off how well she was taken care of, changed everything. It didn't feel so dirty the way he talked about it.

Maybe it was nothing other than the lust glazing her mind, but (Y/N) almost wished there was a camera on them now to record the first time they indulge themselves in one another.

"You're so cute, flower—makes me want to fuck y'so hard," Harry laughed into her skin.

He dotted a single kiss to the inside of her thigh before ducking into her pussy. He brought his lips to her clit, kissing at the bud and lapping with his tongue while two of his fingers edged at her opening. She felt him everywhere, surrounded by every bit of his presence. If only she could kiss him at the same time, but she figured his efforts were better spent elsewhere.

"You're not gonna tell me, sweetheart?" he teased, referencing his question that still had no answer. His lips smeared over her clit, muffling his words, "That's okay. Y'can tell me later how much y'love it when y'can think properly again."

(Y/N) wanted to be embarrassed with how out of it she was, how she wasn't able to form much of a thought with Harry all over her, but she had much more pleasant things to worry about.

Harry shuffled on the bed between her legs, taking his fingers from her for just a second so he could throw her legs over his shoulders. "Ready, flower?" he hummed, taking his two fingers and prodding at her tight entrance.

"Please, please," (Y/N) whined, breathless as she chanced a look at him. She barely caught the edge of his self-satisfied smile before he dipped his head and worked his tongue through her folds and over her clit just as he slipped his fingers inside.

It was a snug fit, (Y/N) realized, his fingers much larger than her own that she had been utilizing for the better part of the last year. She keened at the contact, his fingertips expertly finding the spongy spot by her entrance others had struggled to find even after multiple sessions with her. Her gasping breaths attempted to form the sound of his name as he sucked her clit between his lips while his fingers inside her curled against her spot, but she barely got past the first syllable before it died on her tongue. Her toes curled against his back and hips bucked into his face, Harry moaning against her form with each show of pleasure she made.

With a particularly harsh stroke of his fingers, Harry lingered on the soft spot on her walls, circling his fingertips over the delicate flesh as best he could through her tightness. Along with the feel of his nose buried in her wetness and her clit tucked between his lips, (Y/N) didn't know how much longer she was going to last.

"Harry!" she cried, her back arching with her breasts brushing against the cotton lining the inside of her hoodie, "I—Oh, I'm—"

"Yeah, 'm right here, sweetheart," he murmured, his breath coming out in pants the few times he managed to pull away, "That your spot? Did I find it?"

Harry didn't let up for even a second now that he got her sloppy confirmation, her panting breaths and bucking hips enough to tell him everything he needed to know. Each thrust of his fingers inside was just foreplay for the moment he made contact with the spongy spot, taking every moment of reprieve from (Y/N) until she was close enough to the edge she worried she was going to explode.

He sucked tightly at her clit before popping off, a wet noise resounding from his lips. "Y'close, sweetheart? I can feel y'squeezing me."

"Uh-huh," she whined, nodding her head with her hair a messy halo laid out on her pillow, "So close."

"Gonna make y'cum so hard, flower," he bragged, stopping the strokes of his fingers until he was focused solely on massaging her g-spot.

The constant attention on her soft spot, along with the feel of smearing kisses and dragging sucks placed on her clit was enough to elevate (Y/N) to another level she had never been on. It felt like her body was squeezing everything out of her: the air in her lungs, the tears in her ducts, and the slick that dripped from inside her. Harry's fingers kept her plugged though she worried for the burst that was bound to happen.

"H-Harry, wait," she breathed, her grip on his hair weak now that she was focused on keeping everything in though it begged to burst out of her, "It's t-too much, hold on."

Harry only shook his head, his tongue lapping over her clit before pulling away with a pop. "No, 's okay, sweetheart. Keep going, jus' let it out, yeah? Don't hold it in."

"B-But—"

"Cum for daddy, sweetheart."

Something triggered in her the second she had heard the words she had only heard through her speakers before then. She allowed her body to both clench and release at the same time; her lungs were left empty, her voice broken, with tears leaking from the corner of her eyes while the rest of her body was left with tightly coiled muscles. Harry pulled his fingers from her pussy, leaving one last place for her to release.

(Y/N) couldn't keep track of everything she was feeling as her vision descended to a white glare behind her eyelids. The only reason she knew Harry was still with her was the fact she could feel his hair between her fingers and the faint feeling of his breath washing over her slit. He hadn't been joking when he told her he was going to make her cum hard.

Her fingers and toes felt sore as she came down, the appendages having been curled so tightly that her bones felt brittle as she released the position. Air came to her in deep pants and choked sighs though she struggled to open her eyes at all. Cooling tear tracks could be felt dripping from the seams of her eyes and into her hairline. She was sensitive to everything.

Especially the feel of Harry pressing wanton kisses to her pussy, even though she was clearly out of commission for the rest of the night.

"Harry, st-stop," she croaked out, using the leverage she held in his hair to pull him back, "I'm too—It's too much."

Managing to finally peel her eyes open, she peeked down at him through her hazy vision. Her heart stopped when she caught sight of the drips falling from his chin, his cheeks and nose shining in the same slick that glazed his lips. Even the collar of his hoodie was darkened and damp with what (Y/N) was too scared to admit was from her.

All the while, the lopsided smile on Harry's face never wavered, satisfaction coloring his features.

"I made y'squirt."

Her mouth fell in a gape, drawing her hands from his hair to bundle at her middle as she felt shy all of the sudden. She wished she could close her thighs, conceal Harry's view, but she knew better than to try with him still between her.

"I-I... Harry, I've never," she floundered, her voice just a hair above a whisper.

"I know." His hands massaged at her thighs, the sensitive insides left coated in slick and dripping just like her core.

She was mortified. (Y/N) didn't even know her body could do something like that, but of course the first time it happens is all over Harry's face. No one liked a face full of cum without warning.

"I'm so sorry, I-I can't believe th—"

"Why are y'sorry, silly?" Harry laughed, pressing a goodbye kiss to the inside of her thigh before abandoning the space between her legs. He fit his hips against her's, uncaring of the wetness that was no doubt going to stain his sweatpants. He settled in above her with a grin on his lips, dimples deep in his shining cheeks. Swiping a hoodie covered hand over the bottom half of his face, Harry wiped away the remains of her dripping arousal, "I don't know why you're apologizing to me. I was trying to do that—I liked it."

"You were?" she murmured, eyes rounding out as she gazed up at him.

"Mhm," he hummed, reading to cradle her cheek with his clean hand, "Y'think that happened on accident?"

"I just...I never thought I could do that," she breathed, sinking into the bed below her.

"Hm," Harry hummed, feigning a guise of thought, "We'll jus' have to find out what else y'can do then, won't we?"

"I guess so," she laughed, her eyes fluttering closed as she fisted his hoodie in her palms.

Harry dropped a short kiss to her lips, the contact innocent despite what had just transpired between them. She could feel his smile through the kiss, Harry lingering for just a second before slowly detangling himself from her. "Ny's still out, right?"

"Yeah, why?" she yawned, finally closing her legs now that he wasn't blocking her from doing so.

"'M going to grab something to clean y'up with. I'll be right back, flower."

(Y/N) only nodded her head and sighed as she settled in her bedding. She felt warm all over, from the tips of her aching toes to the messy hair at the top of her head. Her skin was bare, but she felt the cover of Harry's affection seeping into her bones and swathing her like a blanket or his arms around her body.

Harry returned moments later, stripped from his hoodie to leave the white t-shirt he had on underneath the only thing covering his torso. His face was clean and fresh looking, with only the smallest smears of wetness darkening his grey sweatpants revealing what had happened not even ten minutes earlier. A damp flannel was held in his hand as he toed away her discarded clothes that littered the floor.

"Stay still for me, love," he mumbled to her as he dropped to his knees at the edge of her bed. He gently pried her thighs open, his hands soft and tender as he moved her. He kept her steady when she jumped at the first contact with the washcloth, a stutter in her breath occurring. "Y'feel alright? I didn't push y'too hard, did I? I know y'asked me to slow down, but I knew it would feel so good for y'if I kept going."

"No, no," she shook her head, playing with the strings on her hoodie as she peeked down at him, "I just wasn't expecting it that's all. It felt good."

(Y/N) became hyper aware of the fact he still hadn't cum tonight when something hungry flashed over his eyes. "Can't wait to see y'do it again," he murmured, his eyes fixing to where he was cleaning her up.

"Not tonight," she laughed, twirling the hoodie string over her finger, "I don't know if you could tell, but I think I'm out of order for the rest of the night. And, we need to do some laundry before Ny comes home, I think."

"Maybe," he smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of her knee before standing to the full of his height, "All clean. Let me grab y'some clothes."

(Y/N) directed him to one of her drawers in her dresser, where a pair of burgundy sweats were folded on top. She expected him to go hunting for another pair of underwear for her, only for him to resume his position at her feet and help her into the comfortable pants.

"Ready?" he asked once he had the elastic waistband tucked against her hips.

"Mhm, thank you," (Y/N) smiled, sitting up though her posture was still a bit shaky.

A crooked smile took Harry's features as he looked up at her. "Can I have a kiss before we start some laundry?"

With her hands cradling his cheeks, (Y/N) happily pressed her lips against his own. The kiss was tender and sweet, the polar opposite to the person he was between her legs.

But, she knew that was still her Harry, no matter what side decided to share with her.

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It was routine now the way (Y/N) consistently copied off of Harry's notes. She didn't even bother listening to Stanfill anymore now that she had a much more competent teacher beside her.

Harry was always well aware of her wandering eyes finding his paper. He never failed to give her a good view of his notes and let her take a lingering peek whenever there was something longer he had written down. But, Harry was still much faster than she was typing in her version of his notes, allowing him to be almost a full page ahead of her at any given time.

That was why she hadn't even noticed he had stopped taking proper notes, until she came to the section he was working on. The heading was titled with her name, a rudimentary heart floating in the space beside it. Underneath was a list of compliments and suggestions he had for how they should use their free time after class.

-you look really pretty.

-after this, we should hide in your car for a little while and kiss before you go home. and I know you're going to tell me no because you don't want me to be late to class, but I don't care.

-I adore you

When she peeked up to look at him, a warmth blooming behind her cheeks, she found Harry facing forward with his teeth biting back his smile. His face was dusted into a light pink when he felt her eyes on him, dimples denting deeper into his cheeks. He'd been waiting for her to notice.

"You know," (Y/N) whispered, reaching across to be level with his ear, "We could kiss right now. Why wait til after class."

Though he was smiling, his blush climbing to the tips of his ears, he hushed her. "Don't tempt me," he warned, though (Y/N) figured it wasn't much of an unappealing threat.

Nonetheless, she pressed a quick kiss to his heated cheek, just at the very corner of his lips.

"(Y/N)..."

"Do we have any questions back there, Mr. Styles?"

Stanfill's voice boomed throughout the lecture hall, Harry straightening his posture at the sound. He didn't lose the glowing smile on his lips, (Y/N) noticed, the curl only growing when he reached across and settled his hand on her thigh under the cover of the table.

"No, sir."

Even when Professor Stanfill hmph'd and continued on with his monotonous lecture, (Y/N) couldn't look away from the blushing boy beside her. To think she had dreamed about him for months—all facets of him—and now he was hers.

Maybe she did like her Physics class.

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omg its all over:( I really really hope everyone enjoyed reading along w me and thank u so much for sticking with me and loving this story as much I do thank you so much!!!!! sorry for any mistakes and if you have ideas ideas for what kind of blurbs you want for them or any other series please send them in!!

Our Little Love part four - mafia/soft Yandere au

So this started out not how it ended..... I tried a thing, it didnt work, it wasn't even in the original plan but Hoseok and his evil gleam made me do it, and after days of crying over it I give up

Trigger warnings: Yandere, mentions of blood and potential murder, possessive behaviour, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, bondage, theres a knife but no one gets cut, fingering, pussy slapping, oral, love bites, dry humping, orgasm denial, edging, unprotected sex..... I think that covers it. 10.9K words

“Let’s do an exercise,” you say, glancing around the cafe as the three of you sit in the booth. “A trust exercise”

Yoongi and Jungkook don’t look impressed as your gaze falls onto the approaching waiter that sends a smile and a wave your way. They both tense, glares forming.

“I’m going to go talk to the waiter and you’re not going to blow his brains out,” you state confidently.

“Dove, do you really want to make this quaint little cafe into a crime scene?” Yoongi turns to you with a fake gummy smile, an arm around your shoulder before the waiter reaches the table, tilting his head and blinking a few times innocently.

“It's such a nice place,” Jungkook says under his breath, shuffling closer to you, a possessive hand to your waist. “It would be a shame to stain it with blood.”

You gulp, knowing their threats weren’t half hearted, but roll your eyes at the pair, there goes today's trust exercise.

Since your return, your criminal boyfriends had promised to behave better, become better, and while they were trying it was still very much a push and pull battle. Today you would accept defeat, there was no point in ending an innocent guy's life because your boyfriends woke up extra jealous and grumpy this morning.

“Good morning and welcome to Time To Rise, my name’s Felix, what can I get for you all today?”

You want to wince at the fact he’s addressing you while he speaks, grabbing both Yoongi and Jungkook’s other hands under the table to keep them calm. The lovely waiter startles suddenly but you don’t look up from the table to see why, you don’t see the sadistic evil grins on your boyfriend’s faces that promised endless mindless torture. You give their hands a squeeze, begging wordlessly as your heart rate skyrocketed in worry. Maybe it was a bad idea to get breakfast… As soon as the waiter backs away and turns around the perturbed smiles are gone, displeasure replacing their expressions.

“He keeps looking over here hyung,” Jungkook huffs, his leg becoming restless. You stop holding his hand only to place your palm on his thigh, making him look at you.

“Because two very scary guys acted sketchy while ordering breakfast,” you very carefully defend Felix while simultaneously berating the youngest love of your life lightly with your tone.

Your eyes accidentally meet with the waiters, and immediately you look away before they notice.

“I hope he doesn’t call the police…” you mumble, biting your lip as your worrisome thoughts run away from you.

“He keeps glancing at you darling,” Yoongi notes, leaning into you to murmur in your hair while maintaining eye contact with the man in question.

You groan out in frustration.

“Because even I acted like a complete weirdo and stared at the table when he came over!”

Jungkook sniggers at your whining outburst, the sight poking a hole in his demeanour. He leans his head against yours, the flare of affection making him close the distance as he scrunches his nose against your cheek. You were so cute, how did you have him wrapped around your little finger? You don’t miss the way he was trying to press as much of his body against yours, that hand on your waist squeezing lightly. You push your head back against his, just as affectionately and playfully before rolling your eyes, knowing what he wanted but playing dumb.

“Even still, he should mind his own business,” Yoongi grumbles, eyes becoming more and more like daggers. He smirks a little when finally there’s some realisation in the boy's eyes from your interaction with Jungkook, who was now poking your sides because you hadn’t kissed him yet making you giggle because it tickled. Yes, you were here with both of them, how long did that take to get into this stupid kid’s brain? Was his arm around you not indication enough that you were taken? Or did the pest not care? “Wait till Jimin gets here…”

“You promised no civilians would get hurt this morning before we left,” you remind them, grabbing Jungkook’s arm to stop him for a second as you turned back to address Yoongi. “You don't hurt innocent people, you’re not going to start doing so because of me.”

“But babygirl anyone who looks at you lik-”

“Jungkook, I am not having this conversation again,” you press your finger to his lip with a stern gaze. “Everyone is innocent until proven guilty, no matter how they look at me.”

You internally cringe at your own lecture, but honestly it needed to be said out loud a billion times otherwise it was like talking to a brick wall, it just didn’t get through.

“Yoongi stop staring at him,” you snap.

Instead the shorter ruthless criminal moves his deadset eyes to you, stifling the way the corner of his lips tried to lift in a smirk as you shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. To say the past six months of your relationship was turbulent would be an understatement. You had become a ghost of the person you were when the secret of your identity became uncovered. When your betrayal was revealed that you were a detective sent to unravel their syndicate from within, it created insecurities and doubts within you all. You walked on eggshells, your strong demeanour stripped, and with it your relationship.

As much as Yoongi and the others hated to admit it, and never verbally would, the distance of you leaving did you good, it brought you back to your own body and back to them. You were your own person again, the women they all fell irrevocably in love with, obsessed with; their little love. Nothing was going to take you away from them ever again, not even yourself.

“I'm going to the bathroom,” you mumble, the pair of them breaking out into amused grins as they rise to follow you.

“No, seriously? It’s the bathroom,” you chastise them both, if you couldn’t teach them the earlier lesson with the waiter, they were going to learn something now. “Sit.”

Finger pointed at the pair and eyes narrowed, they stay in their seats like little wounded untrained puppies with severe attachment issues, convinced you were leaving them forever. Smothering sexy obsessive little boyfriends, they were going to have to learn the hard way, a little bit of distance was good and healthy. Breathing room, you had called it once, and the youngest three had given you aghast looks of disgust.

You chuckle to yourself at the memory in the bathroom of the cafe, the three stalls empty when you had entered. You hear the door open behind you, instantly assuming it was one of the boys, a scolding complaint ready to leave your lips as you turn to the sound with a groan, but you find the last person you ever expected to see.

“Ca-captain…?” You gasp in shock at the figure that snuck in behind you, but the feeling quickly fades when you remember who waited for you outside of this room. “You can’t be here.”

“Y/n,” Suho greets you casually, as if he hadn’t been tailing you for months waiting for an opportunity to talk to you alone. “How are you?”

Memories of your old partners battered body resurface into your mind, the consequence of the last time you revisited your old life blaring like a siren.

“You can’t be seen with me,” you warn him hurriedly, trying to move past him back to the boys. He blocks your path, not touching you but effectively stopping you in your tracks.

“You were my best detective L/n,” he sighs. “You of all people would never get tempted to go rogue, what the hell happened?”

“Suho please,” you beg him, panicking for his safety, sweating as you eyed the door with worry.

“Then Kai turns up black and and blue outside of a hospital without an explanation,” he declares. “And he won’t say a word, and here you are traipsing around with the men you were trying to put away.”

His confusion was apparent, the disgust was thinly veiled. He had taken you and Kai under his wing, the three of you ran that precinct, the day you handed in your resignation was the biggest slap to his face. Everything you had done for your career, the youngest female detective in the country, you were going places and you threw it all away? It made no sense to him. Hell, Suho even admitted if the system wasn’t outdated and sexist as it was, you would’ve made captain a long time before he did. Was that the reason you let all your hard work slip down the drain? Did BTS promise you something he would never be able to? But you were straight as an arrow when it came to your morals, you always had been, what did these monsters dangle under your nose that made you turn?

Your worst fear is materialised when the door creaks open, and your heart stops beating, petrified.

“Heaven, what’s taking you so-”

Jimin had finally joined the three of you, you had threatened to leave without him this morning if he didn’t wake up. He didn’t take you seriously until he heard the front door slam as you left, stumbling out of bed to get ready and join you. When he arrived, he patiently sat with the others at the table for all of two minutes before he decided it had been too long since he had last seen you, and it was a good thing he had.

Jimin’s eyes glaze over in a way that lets you know he only had murder on the brain and nothing more. The second he stalks up to your former boss you snap out of your stupor, side stepping Suho to push your boyfriend back by his chest.

“Jimin stop,” his hands grab your wrists harshly to move you aside, eyes burning a hole through the captain, but you press yourself against him as much as you can to physically stop him, looking up at him desperating searching for a sign of reaching him. “Baby he was just checking on me that was it.”

You see his nostrils flare, the grip on your wrists tighten with your words.

“Let’s just talk it through,” you beg. “Jiminie, you promised…”

That seemed to spark something in him, a flash of conscience passing through his eyes, finally turning to you as you let out a breath of relief. You dare to look in Suho’s way to find a look of realisation and shock there, looking away guiltily as you buried your face in your boyfriend’s neck.

“Captain Kim,” Yoongi’s voice joins you all with confidence and you close your eyes at the sound, praying for everything to please be alright. “I did not expect to find you here in the woman’s bathroom.”

Jimin lets go of you, but the action only makes you grab onto his jacket, pressing yourself closer to him as if you sought him out for comfort. He could read your body language, and while it confused him in this situation, that’s exactly what you were doing. He didn’t hesitate to bring his arms around you, protecting you from your old captain as he began to glare at him again.

“I must have misread the sign,” Suho chuckles emptily. “It must’ve been an easy thing to do since we’ve all found our way here.”

You don’t see him glance behind Yoongi where Jungkook stood, eyes piercing as his fists balled at his sides. The tallest of them chewed his lips to stop himself lunging at the captain of Seoul’s police force, all for your sake. He wondered if you counted this man to be part of the innocent quota, it would be a real shame if you did.

—

Yoongi drove you all back to the house, you had refused to peek out of the juncture of Jimin’s neck, shoulder and chest area during the journey, or even after the interaction, only nuzzling into the shorter male’s skin as your thoughts swam away and you drowned in them. Jungkook had glanced in the rearview mirror at the way his hyung was holding you in his lap. What had that stupid oaf desk jockey said to you to make you like this? He had half a mind to get Yoongi to turn the car around and beat the captain to a pulp for ever putting such a look on your face. What the hell was going on in that head of yours?

Even Yoongi found himself watching you both repeatedly as he drove, worry etched on his features.

“Dove, do you want to tell us what’s going on in that little head of yours?” Yoongi dares to ask but just as he suspected the question makes you sink further into Jimin.

“Little love, can we just appreciate the fact that we didn’t put a bullet through his brain like we wanted to,” Jungkook stated, thinking he was helping. “Even though the way you’re acting is driving us crazy, we’re holding ourselves back for you so please baby talk to us, we’re losing it.”

“Heaven,” Jimin calls for you softly, fingers stroking your arms gently as if it would coax you out. “What did he say?”

You only shake your head against him, unknowingly cementing their doubts and worries. Communication was key when your boyfriends were bordering on the maniacal side, your gesture of “no I don’t want to talk about the situation, I want to bury my head in the sand” badly translated to “no I don’t want to tell you what he said to protect him or because what he said hurt me” and that made their anger surge.

Yoongi’s knuckles gripped the steering wheel as he fought every fibre in his body not to turn the car around and run over the captain of the city of Seoul. His patience had worn thin, it was hanging by a mere atom, the thread had torn to pieces.

“Darling,” his voice was tense and heavy, you could hear it. “What. Did. He. Say?”

There’s a whimper and a sniffle, a stifling sob that has all the men silent in shock with their jaws open for a moment before Yoongi’s rage takes over.

“That’s it!”

The car swerved violently as it turned around to find the Seoul’s syndicate’s next victim.

“No no no!” You cry out through tears, finally breaking away from Jimin’s neck as you beg Yoongi to stop his plans of vengeance. “He didn’t say anything!”

“Then why are you crying!”

“I just didn’t expect to see that part of my life again,” you lie as convincingly as you can, watching their brows furrow with confusion as they try to make sense of your words. “Please just turn around, please! I just want to go home.”

Yoongi sighs as he watches you in the rear view mirror, a loud volatile debate in his head of what he should do. He conceded to the watering eyes begging him, silencing the part of his brain that wanted to skin the captain’s flesh from his bones. He’d save that for another day, whether you allowed it or not. Maybe by then he’d settle for something less drastic so as not to upset you.

—

“Yoongi I can walk,” you mumble into his neck as he carries you back to the house bridal style over the threshold.

“Why?” He scoffs harshly. “So you can run to your room and hide as soon as you step through the door?”

Dammit, he knew you too well. The way you tighten your arms around his neck only confirmed his suspicions, there was no way he was letting you go until they spoke to Namjoon.

Call it an overreaction, call it melodramatic or controlling or whatever, but last time you saw someone from that part of your life it ended with you running away from them and that fear had Yoongi in a chokehold. Yes, he knew their behaviour may have had some part to play in that decision, but in his brain the two events were directly correlated and no amount of reasoning or logic was going to convince him otherwise. The only positive thing he could take away from that interaction with your old boss was they behaved better than what they did when you met your former partner. Although, he still couldn’t bring himself to regret their actions then, only the consequences.

Jungkook and Jimin had sped in front of you both as soon as you parked to find the leader of the world’s biggest syndicate. As Yoongi kicked the front door closed behind him, Namjoon could be seen rushing down the steps with worry, the rest of your boyfriends behind him.

“Little love?”

“What happened?

“Why isn’t he in a body bag hyung?”

Jin, Hoseok and Taehyung are quick to voice their concern but Namjoon watches you closely, even though he can’t see your face, he can see the way you’re tensing in Yoongi’s arms. The pair make eye contact, Yoongi nodding at the nonverbal command as he gently places your feet on the ground, your arms stubbornly refusing to let him go.

The others watch as he strokes your arm encouraging you to release him, a hand around your waist to support you against him. He places a swift kiss to your cheek in wordless apology as he takes your wrist in his hand pulling you away so you're forced to face Namjoon’s hard stare.

There’s a palpable pause in the room as they take your features in, the obvious signs that you had been crying evident for them all to see, which they do with shock initially, jaws opening before they clench close in fury.

“What did he say little love?” Hoseok’s anger was always the worst, he took it out on anyone around him like a bomb, or a fire uncontained.

“Where are we burying him?” Taehyung eyes pierce through you, his gaze fixed on your tear stained cheeks, his expression and voice void of emotion as his rage ran deep. He was going to bury the fucker alive, he was going to watch him drown in the dirt slowly, painfully, crying and begging for his own life.

Jin takes a step towards you but a hand on his shoulder stops him, Namjoon’s stare doesn’t falter when he takes the step instead, offering you his hand as Yoongi lets go of your wrist so you can take it. You don’t straight away, looking up at him hesitantly, trying to gauge his thoughts, trying to come up with a way to diffuse the situation without revealing your innermost insecurities and saving Suho’s life.

You let out a shaky sigh before placing your hand in his, his grip comforting but firm as he takes you to the living room, the place they brought you to after everything was revealed. It was also a place where Namjoon gave you what you called the debriefing of your punishments, and you feared this was what was happening now. Your thoughts seemed to be heading in the right direction because Namjoon sat on the couch where those occurrences took place, looking up at you expectedly as he had multiple times before. Your nerves tingle with worry, you knew why he was doing this, the position of your debriefs had you vulnerable, on his lap with his eyes focused on you. You couldn’t lie to him or hide from him here and you both knew it.

“Joonie,” you whispered in protest, pulling your hand away but his grip tightened. He doesn’t say a word, patient and expectant as ever, rubbing small soothing circles on the skin he held with his thumb as you tried to calm your spiking anxiety. You might’ve associated the situation with being in trouble, but it was supposed to be a safe place too, Namjoon had always wanted that, and in the beginning it was. The recent events may have scuppered the behavioural link he worked so hard to build into you, but that was his fault, he would admit it.

He tugs your hand gently when you’re still hesitant, watching you take deep breaths before taking the plunge and bringing your thighs to either side of his, straddling him as his hands find your waist. He lets you look away from him, lets you find your bearings, waiting patiently for your eyes to find his.

As soon as you look into those deep brown eyes you try to look away but he isn’t having it, there isn’t any room for regression in your relationship. His fingers grip your chin so you have no choice but to face him, your eyes focusing on his lips until he squeezes hard.

That’s better, he thinks when your eyes settle on his, the vulnerability in them increasing tenfold as each second passes as he expected. You always let your anxiety fill the silence, you had a fear of it for some reason, as if you thought if someone wasn’t talking they were thinking bad things about you, judging you, and if you spoke you could stop those thoughts from ever forming. It was a childish practice but it worked in his favour.

This time however, you were adamant about keeping your lips sealed, he could see it. The others had come to stand around you both, Hoseok sitting in the chair behind you like he normally did during your debriefs, making sure you understood whatever lesson they had to teach.

“He didn’t say anything,” you finally breathe to defend Suho, despising yourself for not being able to keep your emotions in check when any misunderstanding caused by them could result in serious consequences. He didn’t do anything wrong, he was looking for answers, you could understand that, you just prayed they would too.

“I know the Captain has been tailing you little love,” Namjoon admits, an eyebrow raised as if you were questioning his intellect. He brings your face closer to his inspecting the shock on your face by his revelation, he was by no means an idiot.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you mumble.

“What good would it have done?” he asks.

“We don’t keep secrets,” you repeat his words to him from ages back, hurt that he didn’t feel the need to tell you your old life was chasing you.

“You’re keeping one now,” Jungkook scoffs from where he’s standing behind the couch, leaning on his hands, looking away when Namjoon shuts him up with a glare.

“I’m a reasonable man, little love,” the leader of the syndicate states as matter of fact, “I can understand why your old captain was interested as to why his best detective would join forces with the most heinous criminals the country has to offer…”

He chuckles, dimples forming on his soft cheeks as if he were harmless, and his words were fiction. He knows he’s tailed his own men for less, any whiff of betrayal and the barrel of his gun follows until it finds proof.

“...what I don’t understand is how he got to you.”

Any trace of his gentle tone is gone and replaced with a hard stare, the words aimed at Yoongi and Jungkook who began shuffling uncomfortably, but you received the look in his eyes. With his jaw clenched and eyes burning, it was easy to see why so many of their enemies screamed with fear as they begged for their lives in front of this man, how many of them tried to run away at the sight. And the worst part was you knew, you were only seeing a fraction of the terror he could induce.

“Or your reaction to whatever it is he supposedly didn’t say.”

“Why did you cry little love?” Jin can’t help asking softly, watching your features. He didn’t want to overwhelm you, he knew that was why Namjoon was questioning you here, why he commanded their silence with his eyes when he took your hand. Unfortunately the slip had a domino effect.

“Did you miss him? Taehyung almost spits, eyes narrowing on your form.

“It didn’t look like a heartwarming reunion from where I was standing,” Jimin scoffs, arms crossed, annoyance written over his angelic features. His foot taps impatiently, wanting you out with it, whatever it was causing your heartache.

They had to know, how did you not understand that yet, anything that affected you, anything to do with you, they had to know. When they didn’t it felt like an unsettling itch from within that they just couldn’t reach, something so out of their control it flared their darker sides, their anger and malice. Whatever it took to satisfy that itch.

The trance Namjoon enveloped you under, where you believed it was just you and him, shattered with their words. You felt their penetrating stares pierce you over and over, the feeling of panic rising in you like a wave, exactly what the man still holding your chin in his hand wanted to avoid.

He sighs, his plan gone to waste. So much for trying patience, unfortunately he would have to rely on his more underhanded tactics. He sends the other heads of his syndicate glares and they disgruntledly back off before he turns his attention back to you.

Focus on me baby, he strokes your hair, you resembled a deer in headlights, spooked and frozen. He could feel your heart racing, it was beating so loud and hard against your chest that it reverberated to every inch of your skin. He would’ve loved to have met you as a detective in the interrogation room, would have loved to see you in action. Your ferocity, tenacity, he knew what you were capable of, he just revelled in the fact it all melted away so easily with them.

He chuckles lightly at the way your breath catches, the way your eyes are searching his, he keeps them soft, luring you into a sense of security, false or otherwise. He pulls you forward and traps you in a kiss, groaning as you press back and open your mouth for him. Any notion of ever losing you would be cut like a cord before it ever formed. When they held you in their arms like this, they would burn cities for you should you ask it, they would beat any living thing that ever dared touch their little love.

He smirks when you whine as he releases you, wanting to feel flattered but knowing you probably guessed your time was up the moment you both parted. You would have to give in soon, there was never going to be another outcome that they would accept. His lips still touch yours as you chase them, the vice grip on your chin keeping you still. Namjoon knew exactly how to torture all of his victims, including you.

“You can tell me dove…” he murmurs against your lips. “Or I can pass you over to Hoseok and the others… you remember how that went last time.”

You suck in a breath of shock, the ghost of pleasure and pain jolting through you at the memory. The men all watch you swallow, a dark glint in their gazes as their eyes trace from your neck to your waist and thighs. Jungkook pulls down the top of his t-shirt, the material too close to his neck now that he felt the room suddenly heat up. He subtly, slowly, so not to attract attention, presses his crotch to the back of the couch as he watches you take in Namjoon’s words, a sadistic part of him hoping you would stay quiet. He grips on to the headrest, a small uncontrolled roll of his hips as he remembers the sounds that came out of your mouth that night, they way they echoed in his head now. The veins popping in his arms catches your sight, your eyes tracing them up to his fucked out expression. You can’t breathe.

“Or maybe you want that,” Namjoon laughs, amused by your stupor, calling for your attention.

You shake your head desperately in disagreement, pushing back on his chest to gain some distance, but his hand only shackles around your wrist, chaining you to him.

“This is taking too long,” Hoseok states irritatedly, the undertone of wanting to move things along in his direction heard by the others.

“I need a minute,” you plead, head bowed from their lust filled gazes, trying to get your breathing back under control, but they were having none of it.

“Hoseok,” Namjoon calls him forward, handing over the reins, enjoying your expression of utter surprise and betrayal. He was going to be patient, he promised himself he would be, but each second you kept your mouth closed made their worry spike. “Times up little love.”

You didn’t have to turn around to see his domineering aura, you could feel it creep up your back, sending shivers up your spine as he approached. The hunter stalking the deer. His arm wraps around your middle, hoisting you up from Namjoon’s lap, carrying you to his bedroom, the others following and trying their hardest to stifle their glee. You very feebly try to push his arm away, unable to find your voice. A part of you knew it was best to be docile, to not fight back, your body remembering the pulsating plethora of pain and pleasure from last time.

The second your feet touch the floor, you’re pushed back onto his bed, landing on your butt with a bounce.

“Taehyung, rope,” he extends his hand out to the younger male, kneeling down in front of you and pushing you flat on the bed with his other hand. He hovers above you, face inches from your own, the rope tauntingly waved in your peripherals.

“Still not going to say a word, love?” he asks, an eerie calm in his eyes.

You shake your head no in reply, voice still caught in your throat.

“So you understand the consequences?” He was giving you a chance to end it before it began, in his own way he was asking for your consent, the choice was yours to make, the only thing they wouldn’t let you decide was whether or not you would tell them. The question wasn’t if you would spill whatever secret you were keeping in your chest, it was when, and if you tortured them with the length of the reveal, they would return the favour in their own manner.

You nod, accepting your fate, jaw set to stubborn. He tsks loudly, the rope tracing your cheeks almost like caress.

“Do you understand the consequences, little love?” he repeats himself, voice harder than it was before.

“Yes,” it's quiet but firm, the second it's out a grin breaks out on his face, but it doesn’t reach the promise in his eyes.

—

Hoseok’s bed was made for moments like this, you lying spread eagle, each limb tied to each post as their eyes devoured your form. Eight bodies in his room all under his control, unless Namjoon decided to intervene, but he wouldn’t let the possibility of that sour where his plans were heading.

He could see your hands pull at the rope, your muscles tensing as you still refused to speak, but it didn't matter anymore, they had all night to extract the information from you.

“Hyung stop teasing us, the dress next,” Jungkook whined as Yoongi took his time with you.

The aforementioned male was currently under instruction to undress you with his knife. He had already discarded the tights, kissing everywhere his blade traced carefully. He would never cut you, not his darling, even if the others liked to play rough sometimes, within reason. He was already eyeing your wrists and ankles with distaste, but this was Hoseok’s domain, he would berate him later if you got hurt in any way.

“Panties next, then dress,” Jin directs, receiving a scowl from the maknae.

“Hyung!”

Yoongi ignores the two squabbling, eyeing the dress as his hand kneads the supple flesh of your thigh. The knife hangs above your sternum, your chest heaving with each breath in anticipation as you watch the glint of the metal.

“Hold still love,” Yoongi murmurs, but how were you supposed to with it so close to your chest?

You look away, face turned to the mattress, eyes closed as you hold your breath. He’s so delicate, you know he’d never hurt you, but you can feel the whisper of what that weapon could do, and it's both terrifying and thrilling in every sense.

You only open your eyes when you feel his lips pepper kisses of praise from the highest point of your cheek, down your jaw to the newly exposed skin of your cleavage. Distracting you with his mouth, he does away with the remaining material of what used to be your dress, discarding it quickly off the bed before he seals your lips desperately with his own, pressing his clothed body onto your almost bare form. He wanted to tell you how well you did, but he knew praises weren’t part of the plan today. Instead he let his mouth devour yours, tongue tasting you with a pleasant moan. The knife is placed out of reach somewhere so he can cup your cheek, his other hand roaming your sides.

You try to touch, frustrated as you pull against the rope, forgetting the whole reason why you were in this position to begin with.

“Hyung, the rest of her clothes,” Jimin reminds him impatiently, waiting for his turn.

Yoongi begrudgingly parts his lips from yours, a tiny string of saliva still connecting you both together as he leans his forehead against yours.

“Just tell us little love,” he almost begs, but you show no signs of doing so.

He sighs, features turning to stone as he sits up, the blade unforgivingly tearing through your underwear until no inch of you was hidden. You shiver when he pins you down with a look in his eyes that makes sure you understood that, there was nothing you could hide from them, nothing that they couldn’t uncover.

They were the most powerful men in Seoul, and while they worshipped you, while you were the only being they loved, an angel amongst ants, you were not out of the reach of that power. You didn’t feel naked until Yoongi walked away from you, and suddenly you were aware of every inch of skin that was exposed to them. They stand around you in a disjointed circle, predators proud of the prey they caught in their trap. There it was, Hoseok could see it, that look of realisation in your eyes, this was the level of vulnerability he wanted you to feel. He wanted it to creep up your limbs into your chest until your heart pumped at their mercy.

“I’m starting to think our darling wanted to end up in this position,” Seokjin is the first to reach your form out of them, his eyes directly on your glistening folds before his fingers plunge into your warmth. He smirks as your back tries to arch off the bed, mouth agape at the intrusion. “Keeping secrets so we can ‘punish’ her like this.”

He says it mockingly as you clench around him, slowly fucking you with his digits as you try to maintain control over yourself.

“No, that's not it,” you deny airly, trying to sound defiant.

“Really love?” He removes his fingers to show you the evidence, your wetness coating them clearly in the light. All you could focus on was how empty you suddenly were, the way your core ached to be filled again after being teased with the feeling for a fleeting moment. But Jin was determined to play judge, jury and executioner, a knowing smirk on his face as he sucks your sweetness from his fingers. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t rub your thighs at the sight, but you still tried, cursing whoever was chuckling at your attempts. Fucking restraints.

As underhanded as it was, the horny side of your brain now fully took over, thinking of a way to get out of this position and move straight on to dessert. You tug against the ropes, wincing audibly, frowning for them all to see. You don’t miss the flare of concern passing through their features, containing your own smirk at how easy they could be to manipulate when it came to your safety, normally you would never ever think of doing it but if Hoseok had his way, you would be tied here for most of the night. You suck in a sharp breath, eyes closing as if in pain.

“The rope burns,” you say weakly, pouting sadly with glistening puppy dog eyes.

“Hoseok-ah,” Yoongi chastises the mastermind, ready to untie you in a heartbeat but unfortunately for you, Hobi could see right through your charade.

“Yoongi it hurts,” you whine pathetically and honestly it makes him laugh, the others were whipped for your little act, he could see the worry in their brows as they fought with themselves to release you, but they wouldn’t until Hoseok allowed it. Good for him, Namjoon had kept a level head despite your words, otherwise his little ploy to overdose you with their version of love and affection would come to an end.

“Hyung she’s playing with us,” your more sadistic boyfriend announces, shaking his head at your audacity. They were trained killers and torturers, did you really think that was going to get past him just because you knew how to tug at their heart strings?

You could almost scowl at him, Yoongi was seconds away from taking a step towards you, you knew it. Instead you find yourself fighting a shudder when Hobi stands in front of you instead.

“Dove, you start this punishment every time thinking you’re going to win,” he chuckles, his palm on your thigh stroking your skin softly. “But you don’t, what makes you think this time will be different?”

Maybe it’s the position, maybe it was the pressure from their gazes but the words slip out of you against your better judgement.

“I don’t want to tell you this time,” you whisper. You watch all of their eyes darken at your confession, past the confines of lust and into the depths of possession. Whether or not there was a challenge to your tone, they had already accepted it.

He hums deeply, but you can see the fire ignite in his eyes as he stares you down, his thumb finding your clit, circling slowly. He doesn't need to see your slick gush out of you, he can feel it on his digits, smirking as his circling gets wider.

“Third time lucky huh baby?” he asks, a smug look plastered on his face, mocking you as he watches you press your lips into a line, your head pushed back against the pillow they so kindly placed under it, the way you so obviously swallowed down any sounds of pleasure before they could reach the open air. The other pillow was placed under your hip so they could reach and see you easier, and now as he inspected it, it was probably going to have to be thrown away with the mess you were making. “Well?”

Quick as a bullet, the smile is wiped from his face, thumb gone only for four fingers to slap your cunt hard. The sudden whiplash breaks you, lips unsealed to release a startled whimper into the room. This was why this position was his favourite, everything he gave you, you had to lie there and take.

“I asked you a question, dove,” he says menacingly, those four fingers rubbing round your folds to both calm and cause you ache.

You don’t even remember him asking one, the way your pussy was throbbing had your mind firing blanks. He doesn’t give you the opportunity to recover, another harsh hit has you crying out. Your eyes prickle with tears at the sting, but he soothes the pain quickly as he strokes your cunt, spreading your juices, making a mess, pushing you abruptly over the line to pleasure before your mind could catch up with you.

“H-hobi,” you choke out his name as you lose yourself to the feeling, pleading with the man to give you a second to think. “Fuck I-”

You had to remember quickly, you’ve seen him play this game before with actual victims of his torture, though obviously not like this. It always went on and on until they gave him an answer, and he didn’t stop until they did. He explained it to you before, it wasn’t about extracting information at this point during his style of interrogation. He asked an arbitrary question but didn’t give his prey a moment to answer correctly, hazing them with two extreme forms of torture, driving them hot and cold until he reduced them to nothing, and they gave away everything.

Your train of thoughts ran too long, another wet smack echoed against the walls followed by your broken mewls, tears dropping from the corner of your eyes. The others held their breath at the sight, held in a trance as your body helplessly tried to recoil away. You openly moaned now, head arched back as his fingers picked up the pace.

“That didn’t answer the question,” he snickers, the corner of his lip smirking viciously the more vocal you became.

“Yes!” you cry out, taking a chance on any fucking answer as you tried to contain the sounds spilling from you. He can’t realise you’re close, if he realises you’re close-

Your cunt throbbed against the cold air as he took his fingers away. Your poorly thought out plan worked against you; you answered the question, there was no reason to continue this part of his torture. Did you really think you could trick him? They all studied your every reaction every time you had sex, as if he wouldn’t know when you were close.

He chuckles as you groan desperately, the disappointment of not getting to cum making you want to bawl, and he had the audacity to laugh at your misfortune? Resentment and anger boiled under your skin, all of that, and he didn’t let you cum? The frustration had you more determined to win this game of his, more so out of spite.

He can see the resolve in your eyes, he was going to have so much fun breaking it bit by bit. Your eyes catch the prominent lining of his dick through his clothes as he moves away, almost as if he wanted you to see how hard you made him, your gaze unable to tear away at the sight, mouth watering. All your fuckable holes were empty and seven of your so-called lovers stood in abstinence while you writhed in need.

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Jin had his cock standing tall in his moving hand, red tip leaking precum, heavy lidded eyes boring into yours so enticingly you could feel your throat swallowing criminally around nothing at the sight.

“Eyes on me heaven,” the body above your own quips deeply, voice vibrating against the skin he was currently worshipping with his mouth. His large hand slides up your neck, fingers pressed to the edge of your jaw, forcing you to look away from his hyung.

Hard kisses rise up your breast to your collar, tongue swirling the site before his teeth clamp down to punish your wavering attention.

“Tae!” You whine in shock, body pushing against his own at the pain but he only grins, moving an inch to suck on your skin determined to litter you with his marks. He’s not hurting you, not really, not in his mind. He would never hurt you. There was nothing wrong with leaving little love bites, they let everyone know who you belonged to, that was all. Anyone who dared to look at you would know, they’d see it, you were theirs. He hums in content at the thought, the sound so erotic to your ears.

Every time his teeth grazed your skin, every nip, every bite sent a jolt of pleasure down to your already aching core, you were so worked up, so on edge every touch was sending you into overdrive. You were losing coherency to need, your body took over, all it wanted was to be touched, more and more, and you were beginning to think you would give in to anything.

Every ear in the room strained to hear you pant, the tiny whimpers that you tried to hold back as your body became a canvas of red, the open air soothing the marks where Taehyung was busy creating more. His tongue never left your skin.

It doesn’t take long for Yoongi to see what he’s doing, sighing in aggravation partly caused due to the erection in his pants. He hated seeing you hurt, but he couldn’t explain that deep satisfaction when it was one of them marking your beautiful body, when you hurt for them, when they were the ones to push your boundaries and limits. When you liked it. He would always chastise the others when they played too rough but even he could help the proud smirk in the mornings when you ached from the night before.

“I think that's enough,” he orders gruffly, side eyeing Hoseok who was letting Taehyung take things too far.

The younger male whines against you in protest, not yet done with his work of art, carrying on with more urgency. His movements become harsher, less calculated, making you squirm underneath him. Your clit is so close to his thigh, if you could just-

“Taehyung,” Hoseok’s command is calm, and though he hesitates he removes his lips from you, he follows his orders. Hooded eyes meet your own before they run down your body with a groan, he did so well, he did so fucking well. He wished the room had a mirror on the ceiling so you could see it too, the way he painted you.

He ruts into your hip, all self control lost the moment he saw his work coupled with your glazed eyes, mouth engulfing yours in a bruising kiss. You swallow his moans, relishing in the way finally the top of his thighs pressed against your clit as he moved against you. It wasn’t the ideal way to cum but you were so wound up you just needed to, you didn’t care how.

“So perfect,” he groans, mouth still attached to yours, fingers digging into your waist as he chases his own high, hopefully unaware you were reaching yours. “Our perfect little love.”

It was just a matter of who got there first, you desperately tried to lose yourself to it, begging your body for release before someone tore it away from you again.

“F-Fuck, ours, our baby, our love,” he possessively states, rutting against you faster as he spurs himself on, kissing down your cheek to your neck as he groans below your ear.

You bite your lip hard to stop yourself returning his moans, not wanting them to notice your own oncoming orgasm as you both raced to the finish line, but it wasn’t enough for you. His movements only seemed to tease you, stimulating you for only seconds at a time, you wanted to scream but they’d be on to you if you did.

“Ours,ours,oursoursours- fuck fuck fuck,” he loses himself, cumming in his pants with a shudder as he stills, resting his weight on you with a fucked out sigh. You close your eyes in disappointment at your second failed orgasm for the night, stopping yourself from crying out.

You only open them when you feel Taehyung detach himself from you, breathing heavily with a cheeky grin on his lips, a chaste kiss to yours before he releases a breathy laugh.

“Mine,” he whispers so the others don’t hear before addressing Hobi, “I told you I could do it hyung.”

“Well done,” Hoseok snickered loudly, walking into your field of vision with a smug look on his face. “She really believed she was going to cum that time.”

It takes a second for your brain to catch up with their taunting, but when you do you send Taehyung a seething look for his betrayal.

“Fuck you Jung Hoseok,” your voice hoarse but the bite could be heard. He only laughs, pure twisted happiness stretching ear from ear.

“That’s exactly what you want, baby.”

You try to ignore the way your core was weeping but they could see it clear as day, the sight had Yoongi and Jungkook smirking, while Jimin and Jin watched with their tongues hanging out, ready for a lick.

“Look at the mess little love has made Jiminie,” Hoseok says as he approaches him, standing behind him with his hands on his shoulders. “Help her clean it up.”

He didn’t need it but he’s pushed toward you, stalking towards you desperately like a man starved. Hobi’s games were torture for everyone playing.

Normally he would take his time, he would kiss up our ankle to your thighs before devouring you, but he was so hungry he dived right in. You whined loudly as he ate you out, tugging on your restraints as you thrashed under him so hard that Yoongi wanted to hold your limbs down himself.

“Ji-min” you choke, hurtling towards your long awaited high so fast it was on your fingertips. “Ah, ah- NO!”

Like the snap of a band he sits up, your essence pouring down his chin a sinful sight.

“Fuuuck, no,” you cried, so done with this cruel punishment now.

“Sorry heaven,” he murmurs, licking his lips of your sweetness before kissing your thighs, waiting for you both to settle before he begins the journey again.

“No…” you try to wriggle away as he pecks your clit, overstimulated and sensitive to his touch. You can’t breathe, you can’t move, he peppers soft kisses all around your cunt, you’d find it romantic if you weren’t so spent. “I can’t, Jiminie I c-can’t.”

He licks a long stripe, circling your clit with his tongue as you try to catch your breath between moans. He makes out with your folds back to your hole, fucking you with his tongue, peering over your mound to watch you cry out for him.

It takes everything to detach himself from you again when he feels you clench around him, but Hobi’s instructions were clear: play with you, do whatever they want, but don’t let you cum, don’t fuck you.

“Please, please please,” you sniffle, painfully edged another time, eyes watering as your chest heaves. “Jiminie!”

His thumbs wipe away tears you didn’t realise had fallen, soothing you softly with a fond smile on his face.

“Shhh, don’t beg, beautiful,” he hums. “ I can barely hold myself back.”

He doesn’t wait long enough for you to come down this time, engulfing you again with a moan as you cry out again so shamelessly. Did you understand how beautiful this was to them? The sight of you spread helpless and needy for their attention, wanting them the way they always wanted you. Easy access to every part of you, moving only the way they wanted you to, their little doll, their little love.

Jimin moans into your cunt as he devours you, the constant edging rippling a scream from your throat as you begged to be pushed over this time. You almost believe this time you could, he brings you insanely close, closer than before, lost in his own lust induced trance, happily drowning in you before Hoseok pulls him out.

“Jimin!” His tone is sharp, the command makes the younger male tear away from you like a bandaid and you thrash against your restraints in frustration like a fish out of water. They all groan at the sight of your pussy pulsating with another orgasm out of reach, desperately and wordlessly begging to be filled.

“PLEASE!” You sound so deranged but you don’t even care at this point. You can’t even think straight, all you knew was you needed them and that was it, your brain’s based instincts kicked in, you were powerless, they were not, it was simple mathematics even your hazy mind could calculate.

“Please just let me cum please,” you openly sob, your cries filling the room but they only coo at the sight. You were so close this time, you could almost taste it and the journey back down was painful.

Your vision is so blurred with tears you don’t notice the change in presence above you, until you hear him groan. Jungkook can feel you throb against his dick as he leans against you, like your core had its own heart beat. He licks your tear stained face on one side, following the trail back to the source before kissing softly down your face. His hand finds your breast, kneading gently, taking his time with you at the cost of your sanity.

“Baby hates the lack of control,” he pouts against your lips sadly, eyes full of mirth and mocking. You did, every ounce of control was seized from you, it was why this punishment was so painful.

“K-ko-okie,” you were a blubbering mess, the more deranged depraved side of him found it so enticing he captured your crying lips in his own, smiling sadistically into the kiss as his hips rolled into your heat. This side of you was only for their eyes, this stripped fucked out needy part of you was theirs, only they could bring it out of you, only they could indulge in it. They wrapped you up in poignant perfection in front of everyone else, but this lewd sight was for their perversion.

“Look at our pillow princess,” he snickers, brushing your hair back affectionately as he parts from your lips with a pop. “Our crybaby.”

He grins happily, doe eyes full of love, a stark contrast to his lower half dry humping you. You’ve soaked through his clothes and he badly wants to disobey the rules and just fuck you. Just the tip, surely they wouldn’t mind the tip.

“She's so pretty when she cries,” Hoseok agrees with a chuckle. “But only when she’s crying for us.”

You don’t miss the hidden meaning behind his words even in your current state, whimpering from guilt at the accusation.

“That’s enough,” Namjoon finally announces since you all entered, his voice cutting through the lust-hazed room. Jungkook bites back his groan of protest, hips jittering to a still before moving away from you with a quick peck to your lips. Hoseok’s fun was over, it fulfilled its cause. At his command, they all stand still waiting for the head of their syndicate to take his turn.

“Joonie please,” you sob, unable to handle the way you were aching to cum, needing someone to touch you. You were so empty, the open air did nothing to comfort you.

His shadow falls over your form, his foreboding aura settling your tears as you look into the darkness of his eyes. His palm caresses your cheek, and you nuzzle into it wanting to melt his stone expression away.

“Have we tortured our love enough?” he asks, his tone empty, void of any inkling of his thoughts.

“Joonie please fuck me,” you beg, eyes closed as you focused on his touch like you were starving for it, even if it were just a hand to your face. You don’t know whether you want to kiss it or nip it with your teeth, just to get him to move, to do something with you. “Please fuck me, I can’t take it.”

“Are you going to tell us?”

You can hear the ultimatum whether he tried to hide it or not, your heart drums in panic, your body sobering.

“Joonie please!” You whimper, real tears rushing out of you as his stoic stature shows no sign of moving. The anxiety spirals into the brink of a breakdown, your mind running red alarm bells, almost forcing your confessions out of you. He always gives in to you in the end, when it came to sex, none of them ever refused to make you cum. They would elongate the edging, tie you up, play with you however they wanted, they would lie and deny that they would let you cum, but in the end they always gave in.

But the black vastness of Namjoon’s eyes told you otherwise, the rules had changed, you finally felt the gravity of the situation. His silence was terrifying you into believing he didn’t love you the same because of one stupid secret, that his displeasure with you ran so deep it changed the way he saw you.

“Joonie please let me cum,” you openly weep, pleading for him to prove you wrong.

The hand on your cheek holds onto your face firmer, his jaw tenses.

“One last chance little love,” he says in a low tone.

It’s on the tip of your tongue, pushing itself against your teeth, trying to barrel out of your mouth but you hold it back. He sighs as you sniffle, nodding in acceptance. The others hesitate when he orders them to leave with a look.

“Please don’t leave me.”

Your voice breaks their hearts as they walk away but Namjoon’s decision could never be questioned. The most powerful man in Seoul waits for you to meet his gaze, to see how serious he was about this. He doesn’t feel an ounce of remorse as you beg for them, as you cried for him to stop when he turned away.

“He judged our relationship!” You shriek through your tears, the confession washing a wave of agony over your chest as you wailed. You close your eyes in defeat, you didn’t want to tell them, but you just did.

All seven men freeze at your words, taking it in as it striked through their veins, igniting a terrifying fury in their hearts. Why did you care what he thought?

You can feel his presence over you again, the others close behind, opening your eyes to see his questioning gaze and the sinister rage that would not accept silence as an answer.

“I-I, He,” you bite your lip to control the way they trembled as he watched you shed tears for another man, no longer able to meet his stare. “I-I could see it in his eyes-”

You take a shaky breath, trying to get the words out.

“He realised I left b-because,” the look Suho gave you was burned to the back of your mind. “Because…”

“Because you love us,” Jimin finishes your sentence for you abruptly, eyes glowering with oncoming danger.

“Why does an insect's opinion matter so much to you, little love?” Jin spits, disgust running down his throat at his own question. What did he mean to you that his judgement had you crying like this?

“I-I looked up to him,” you confess weakly and it cements their jealousy. “He was my closest friend, but the look on his face it j-just- I, I realised-”

The more you spoke the more impatient they became with you, you were already paying too much attention to this insignificant ant from your past, he shouldn’t matter. You had all seven of them now, why would you give this idiot so much thought, enough thought that it had you questioning your relationship with them. Whether you wanted it or not, he would be in a body bag before the night ended.

“Spit it out Y/n,” Jungkook seethes, the use of your name with no audible ounce of love cutting you deeply.

You meet Namjoon’s unfaltering stare feeling the most vulnerable you had in your life.

“Am I a bad person for loving you?” You breathe, voice thick before you hiccup back tears. “Is loving you so wrong?”

Six of the seven hard glares on your form falter, only one remained.

“Because the look on his face said I was the most disgusting, v-vile..” your voice rose with every insult as if you were attacking yourself with them. “...evil piece of shit to ever exist.”

Namjoon hovers above you, a silent anger vibrating through his skin as he takes off his shirt. That bug made the most precious beautiful being on this revolting planet feel like this, and you believed him. They had drowned you in their love, whispering prayers on your skin of your perfection, worshipping every inch of you, and you never trusted a word of it. But this virus of man… you accepted everything he had to say with a look. Namjoon was going to make you both pay.

“You, little love?” He soothes you with his voice. “Never…”

He shakes his head, leaning on one arm as his other hand gips your chin harshly, fingers squeezing your cheeks until your mouth opened.

“But us,” there's a depraved gleam in his eyes as he smirked. “We are baby, we’re the scum of the Earth.”

You try to shake your head in denial to his statement but his hold on you was firm.

“And we tainted you.” He spits into your mouth to emphasise his point, letting out a breath of laughter when you swallow it without prompting, amused by the way your eyes dilated at his attention.

“Yorre-not” you try to speak despite the awkward position of your mouth, feeling the ache as he releases his grip to let you speak. “Not to me.”

“Little love, you’ve seen what we do,” he starts sternly. “Don’t deny what we are.”

“You do bad things,” you protest, wanting to reach out and touch him, but you’re still stuck in Hobi’s trap. “You’re not bad people.”

He chuckles humourlessly at your naivety as he unzips his pants, pulling them down to release his erection. His dick bounces against his abdomen, angry veins protruding on the underside as he lines it with your entrance. If you didn’t get it yet, he’d fuck it into you untl you did.

“I want you to love us for what we are,” he says as he enters you watching your back arch and jaw drop, your walls sucking him in.

I-I do,” you whine, head thrashed back on the pillow as he bottoms out.

“I want you to stop making excuses for our behaviour in that little head of yours, we’re monsters love, demons from hell, we won’t change.”

“You’re not.”

You shake your head in denial, a pleasant moan rumbling from your throat as you finally feel fucking full.

“Look at our love for you,” he says as he begins to move, encasing you in his arms, surrounding you in him. “Look at what we do for you, we’d kill for you, no good man behaves the way we do.”

He thrusts deep and hard, slowly fucking you stupid as you struggled to speak.

“No good man fucks like this, like they want to own you, possess you, trap you,” he grunts, smirking when you clench around him. You could deny it all you wanted, you loved this side of them. You loved being smothered in the affection only they could give you.

It felt so good, so euphoric you could die here happily, you were so spent you could barely manage to keep your eyes open. Your oncoming orgasm creeps up on you, he can see it in the little frown between your brows as you whimper and pant for him delicately, body tensing underneath his own.

“Do you deserve to cum love? He asks mockingly, laughing when you nod desperately in reply.

“Pl-ease,” it was the only word you managed to articulate, your head was fogged and given into exhaustion.

“You can cum little love,” he breathes against your lips, giving you permission but not without a cost. “But if you do, we’re going to go pay your friend a little visit, I’m going to make you sit on my lap while the others make him understand you’re ours.”

He gruffly releases a breath on your lips, picking up the pace of his thrusts as he works you both closer to release, picturing the scene.

“He’s going to watch me fuck your pretty little throat before he dies,” he moans at the debaucharous image his vindictive side imagined. “Until you both get it into your heads, you’re mine.”

Deep dark smug satisfaction was the last thing you saw in his eyes as you reach your high to his depraved lilt, mouth open silently screaming, cumming hard around him. The pleasure soon turns to overstimulation as pounded into you through the longest orgasm of your life, high pitched whimpers escaping you as it becomes too much, head spinning as you come down from nearly passing out.

“F-fuck you want that too love,” the gutteral thickness of his voice almost growls. “I know you do baby-I know.”

It doesn’t take long for him to follow, filling you with his cum as he impels himself as deep as he could reach, whispering praises of possession, pressing his lips to your skin. You can’t focus on his words, barely able to catch your breath with the fatigue settling into your bones. Your eyes close, drained and reeling. You think you’ll be fine in a moment, but you fall quickly into a dreamless sleep. Seven love sick sociopaths watching you.

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