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Not What We Bargained For

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<< Request >> "If it's possible, could you make a story about harry hating you and you didn't know why and then one day you have to share a hotel room with him and you find him jacking off in bed!?! Smut obviously and a fluff ending please?" @pandisasterthatlived

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Summary: Harry dislikes YN. She dislikes him. As long as they avoid each other, they can manage to be in the same office. But an unexpected work trip creates more tension than anticipated.

A/N: This was fun to write! I've been wanting to do an enemies to lovers story and this was the perfect way for me to dip my toes into that trope. Hopefully you enjoy it. Might do a pt. 2 later?

>> Warnings: some explicit language, workplace rivalry & jealousy, sexual tension, self-pleasure, oral (male receiving), mild fingering, unprotected penetration

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She isn't supposed to be here.

Harry is cursing Doug for his weak immune system, which is currently being attacked by the flu. He should've sucked it up, this is too important. Of course, that's a selfish thought, and Harry knows that, but he can't stop it from popping into his head ever since he was told that YN will be the one to take Doug's place.

He can't stand her. He basically hasn't since the beginning. When she first walked into the office, it seemed like she would be a pleasant presence to have around, another pleasant person to work with. But he was wrong.

Right off the bat, she is rude, and ignores Harry if there happens to be a moment that they are near each other, which he tries to avoid as much as possible. He is one of the top associates. It would only help her career if she was willing to work with him. She doesn't seem to care about anyone else's ideas, she just presents her own as soon as a question is asked in a meeting, and she is constantly taking assignments that could be covered by anyone else. She just comes across as so arrogant, and it does nothing but annoy him at this point.

Why would he want to work with someone like that? To work with an outside hire who thought she was better than everyone else as soon as she got tnere? He wouldn't. He doesn't. And he can't stand the fact that he is being forced to work with her now. He can't stand her.

"Have you gone over the presentation? Read the notes?"

"Yes, Styles. I have. I am prepared."

She will have to prove that in the meeting. However, he doesn't really want to give her much of a chance to do so. This was his assignment. He deserves to present it. He deserves the credit and recognition.

"Just so you know, I'm taking the lead on this."

"I figured as much."

"Good." He responds. "I'm glad we're on the same page."

She sighs and out of the corner of his eye, he catches YN rolling hers.

"If you don't think you can handle it-"

"Seriously? I've done this plenty of times before. This isn't my first presentation!" She snaps back, taking him a little by surprise. He's never heard her raise her voice, but then again he isn't around her much to hear it.

"Sure. But I won't need much help, yeah?"

"Whatever. Fine by me." She responds, crossing her arms and staring out the window.

He rolls his eyes at the way she is pouting. She obviously can't handle that she isn't in charge of this assignment. It serves her right, always trying to one-up everyone else and not being a team player. This is a taste of her own medicine.

"I can pretty much close this deal on my own."

~~~~~

"What our company is presenting to you is an opportunity to grow your business with-"

"Growth, Ms. YLN? Can you guarantee growth?"

"Well, yes-"

"Thank you, Ms. YLN…" Harry clenches his jaw in her direction. "Mr. Tills, the data speaks for itself. What Downings & Co. can guarantee is that your business is worth the risk for the company. And if you consider the ramifications of a drastic change in the financial climate, I believe it is worth the risk for your business to let Downings & Co. oversee things."

Harry glares right at YN as soon as the other members in the meeting are distracted in conversation with each other.

How dare she? This was his presentation. He was the lead and she had no right to add anything else. In fact, she caused doubt and more questions to be raised. He just hopes that she has not ruined his chance to acquire this client.

"Let us have a moment to converse, if you don't mind." Mr. Tills requests.

"Of course." Harry agrees, gathering all of his notes and throwing another quick glare in YN's direction.

They both walk out of the conference room and take a seat just outside.

"What the hell was that?" He scolds.

"Excuse me?"

"You did not need to add anything to the pitch, YN! I had it under control." He begins to raise his voice, taking a deep breath as he notices the receptionist's quick glance in his direction.

"I was just trying to help."

"I told you that I don't need your help."

Although she is quiet, he can hear her scoff, and her body turns to face him.

"You know what, Styles?" She whispers, her eyes scanning the lobby to be certain that no one else is in earshot. "Fuck you."

"What?" He replies, his brow furrowing deep at her astonishing statement, especially in this professional setting.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I said fuck you."

"Me?" He pulls his lips in and does a scan of their surroundings too. "I had this. It was going perfectly, until you caused them to question the growth of their company."

"You weren't doing as well as you think." She quietly chuckles.

"Oh, because you think you can do everything better than anyone else?"

"No…" She huffs. "Because I saw what they-"

"I don't want to hear it, YN. You better hope we don't-... I don't… lose this deal now."

She turns her body away from his and they sit in silence, waiting for the board's decision to be made.

A few minutes later, the conference room door opens and the pair are motioned back inside.

"Mr. Styles and Ms. YLN, we have considered all you have proposed and have agreed to take up the offer."

Harry manages to keep his composure and continue with professionalism.

"Fantastic. I believe that this will be a very beneficial partnership, Mr. Tills."

Another meeting is set up for tomorrow to go over and sign paperwork, so the job is finished for tonight, and they both head back to the hotel.

~~~~~

As the silverware clanks against their plates at the hotel restaurant, the silence feels refreshing to Harry. At least he doesn't have to hear her speak or engage in any kind of awkward conversation.

He whines to himself as he hears YN suddenly clear her throat. He's not surprised she can't keep her mouth shut, or her opinions to herself.

"Look, I really tho-"

"Honestly, I'm not in the mood to talk about it. Yeah?" He interrupts. "I'm just glad it worked out in the end."

"Yeah." She responds. "Now you can celebrate."

"No." He shakes his head.

"Wait, what? You're not gonna celebrate because… why? Because you thought I was going to ruin everything for you? Even though I didn't…"

He wants to argue with her so badly. This is not all about her, as she makes everything out to be. But they are in public, and he is not about to make a scene. So, he decides to bite his tongue and give her a quick honest answer as politely as he can. He lowers his fork, wipes his hand on his napkin, and clasps his hands in his lap.

"No." He reiterates. "I don't celebrate 'til the deal is fully done."

"But we-... I mean, you…"

"I wait 'til everything is official. Signatures and stamps and all that shit."

"Oh." She sits up straighter in her chair.

"What?" He asks sternly.

"Nothing." She pulls her lips inward and drops her gaze. It might be the first time Harry has ever seen her look like this. She almost looks insecure.

"What?" He asks again.

"I just…" She shrugs, gaze still downward. Her new demeanor is completely throwing him off. "I celebrate too early, compared to the 'Styles way'... I guess."

Harry returns his hands to his utensils, shoving a large fork full of his dinner into his mouth.

"That's 'cause you're too cocky." He mumbles, enjoying the fact that his food is muffling his words.

"What's that?" She asks, leaning closer to potentially make out the statement she hopes he will reiterate.

"I said… I said that I guess I'm too cocky." He lies, starting to clench his teeth as he notices that her reaction is giving away that she agrees.

"Well…" She shrugs. "We have our own ways of doing things."

"Certainly do." He replies, beginning to see her shoulders relax a bit, but he quickly straightens up and pushes his plate to the side. "I'm finished."

"Oh! Okay. I'm almost done too." She replies, stabbing as much food as she can with her fork.

"No, please, don't rush." He holds his hand up to reassure her that she doesn't need to hurry, hoping she will listen so that there isn't an awkward elevator ride and walk back to the room. He shudders at the odd thought of how that scene would look to others. As if they were a couple. "M'just gonna take a shower. I'll see you back in the room."

"Right." She nods. "See you back there then."

~~~~~

With a shirt and sweats on, and a towel drying his hair, Harry walks out of the bathroom and almost collides into YN.

"Bloody hell!" He blurts out.

This obviously wasn't the original plan. Harry was supposed to be sharing a room with Doug, someone he would most likely have been spending time with at the bar, being wingman to each other whenever someone caught their eye.

But Doug isn't here, it's YN instead, and because the universe seems to hate Harry, the company wasn't able to find her a separate room.

"Oh shit!" She responds, taking a few more steps away from him. "I just got back. I didn't realize you were right there."

He is thankful he didn't risk it and walk out in a towel, or how he usually walks around. Naked.

"Right."

She places her jacket and bag next to her suitcase, and sits on her bed to remove her heels.

"Stupid fucking things." She states, tossing them to the side and massaging her feet. "Is the bathroom free now?"

He simply nods and she swiftly grabs some clothes, heading straight in there and closing the door.

While he hears the water running, Harry sends a quick, scolding text to Doug, and puts an alarm on his phone.

He puts it down on the nightstand and turns his lamp off before he brings his hands up underneath his head.

His eyes close, and he replays the meeting in his head. He critiques himself on the areas he could have improved, still mentally patting himself on the back for the win, and clenches his jaw as he remembers YN's interruption. One thing pops in his mind that he didn't think anything of before. It was the look of embarrassment on her face when he glared at her. He attributes it to the fact that she couldn't handle a bruise to her ego, but he can't seem to shake the small feeling that it may have actually been genuine.

The bathroom door suddenly swings open, with the scent of lavender and vanilla floating through the air as she returns her work outfit to her suitcase. He subtly opens his eyes, curious to see what YN looks like in a normal setting. Well, in a 'not-the-office' setting.

Harry can't help but notice the way her wet hair falls down and frames her face, no longer being confined into a ponytail. He notices the freckles on her cheeks that are usually hidden by her makeup. He also notices how smooth her bare skin looks, now that it's showing off as a cotton shirt and shorts sit nicely on her body.

He had already admitted to himself, on the first day they met, that she was attractive. She has always looked presentable and professional, and attractive. But this is different. He has never seen her look so natural, there's no reason he would have, and he is taken back by how much he likes seeing her this way.

He is brought out of his thoughts as soon as he hears the creaking of her bed. She turns off the lamp closest to her, but with the city lights peeking through the small opening of the curtains, he can just make out her silhouette.

"Goodnight." She softly speaks.

"Yeah. Goodnight." He replies, turning away onto his side and letting his mind wander as he drifts off to sleep.

~~~~~

Harry wakes up and notices that the sliver of the window he can see still displays a dark sky. He checks the bedside clock to confirm that he has only been asleep for a few hours. He is annoyed that he has randomly woken up, but more so than that, he is annoyed that he has woken up with his dick stiff and throbbing.

He's a man, this has obviously happened to him before, but tonight's is painfully desperate for some relief and he knows he will not be able to return to sleep without taking care of himself.

He turns over to evaluate YN's current position and finds her asleep, facing the other wall. He begins to weigh his options, but his hand uncontrollably makes its way down to the bulge in his sweats, and it feels too good to discontinue those motions.

He glances back over to YN, letting out a heavy breath to test her ability to stay in slumber. When she doesn't react, he slides his hand into his briefs and continues to palm himself, breathing out heavily at the touch.

It feels too good, and he is desperate for relief. He needs it now. He can be quiet, and can stop if he suspects she is waking up. Plus, the risk of getting caught is surprisingly making this all the more enticing for him right now.

He brings his hand out of his pants, pulling them down to free his throbbing dick from its confines, and spits in his hands for some lubrication.

As he checks on YN's position once again, becoming more aroused at the sight of an attractive woman laying there, he begins to stroke himself. The immediate pleasure that his motions create cause him to bite his lower lip and buck up his hips. His thumb rubs over his tip and he can feel himself leaking already. He manages to pull his other lip inward just in time to muffle a moan, and he begins to thrust his hips up to the rhythm of his strokes.

But as good as it feels, he can't seem to get himself over the edge. He spits in his hand for more lubrication and pumps faster, and an uncontrollable, but quiet, moan is released from his lips.

"Come on…" He whispers, tilting his head back further against the pillow and squeezing his eyes shut even tighter.

"Can't close the deal?"

"Shit!" Harry immediately stops stroking himself and his free hand flies up to slap his face.

This is just perfect. Not only does he need release from such an intense erection, but now the one person he can't stand has caught him in the act. Everything about this moment is painful.

He turns his head and peeks through his fingers, just making out her figure and her face staring back at him.

"I… fuck… I…" He stumbles, his ego fading and being overshadowed by embarrassment.

"Need some help?" She chuckles. "I can help."

"Oh fuck off, you're not making this any better for me." He states, an intense blush raging in his cheeks as the intense erection rages within his grasp.

"I could make it better. If you want me to."

"You're not serious! Are you?" He asks, astonished by what he thinks, and also sort of hopes, that she is offering.

"Well, if you can't do the job yourself…" She laughs. "I might as well take the lead on this."

He groans, aching for release.

She shrugs. "It's funny how you didn't need my help earlier in the meeting, but now you clearly do."

"It's not funny." He frowns as he experiences her arrogance yet again.

"It's just too damn bad I don't have the right skills for the job." She adds.

His frown turns into a smirk, actually delighted by her teasing nature. "I can sense your sarcasm."

She shakes her head, looking his body up and down as he lays there on the bed.

"And I can sense your desperation."

Harry clears the lump in his throat. He knows she is being witty, giving him the same back talk that he's given her, but god he thinks it's sexy. Saying she'll help him cum almost makes him explode right there, but he suddenly realizes that he wants what she is offering. Wants and desperately needs at this point.

"I'm very good." She chuckles. "But if you don't think you can handle it-"

"I can!" He interrupts. "I want to."

YN crawls her way onto his bed and closer to him, making her way to lay over his legs, as his breathing picks up its pace.

She gets positioned over his tip and flickers her gaze up to him as she bites her lower lip. He squirms as he lays there, desperate for her to please him.

Her gaze drops down to his dick, and she grabs ahold of his base as her smooth tongue glides up his length. He moans out, not meaning to make so much noise, but the way it feels against his skin sends him into a tizzy already.

"Oh my god."

She licks up one more time, before pushing her lips around him and taking his dick in her mouth. From the feeling alone, one hand jolts down and entangles in her hair, causing her to hum against him.

"Fuck, it feels good." He admits. And it does. It feels better than he would've thought. She takes him in so easily, her soft lips sliding around him as his dick enters between them.

She suddenly pulls off of him and sits back on her knees, pumping him slowly with her hand.

"You know, you're a major asshole to me."

His gaze immediately shoots down to meet hers.

"Umm…" he begins to pant, his dick twitching in her grasp and his heart racing at her statement.

"I haven't done anything to deserve that." She frowns.

He would assume she is furious, except he notices the way her teeth are digging into her bottom lip. Instinct wants him to argue, but his body wants him to shut up so she will continue the pleasuring she is giving him. His body wins over.

"No." He replies, his strong palms moving down to grab onto the part of her knees that are just within reach. "You haven't."

"And you haven't really done anything to deserve this…" She proclaims, squeezing her hand just enough around him to cause a buck up of his hips.

"No, I… haven't…" He breathes out.

"Good. I'm glad we're on the same page."

She quickly drops herself back down and wastes no time taking his dick back into her pretty little mouth.

The sensation flows over him and he throws his head back into the pillow.

"Fuck." He whispers.

The way she begins to use her mouth is as if she knows what he needs. She swirls her tongue exactly how he likes it, and moves her hand to cup his balls, which causes one hand to grab onto her hair again as the other grips onto the pillow underneath his head.

"YN… you're…" He grunts. "Fuck, you're good at this."

Once again, she hums against him, and the vibration ignites his body. It feels so good for him, and he feels his body tensing. He wants to last longer, but with his hand having started things off, and her amazing oral skills, he knows he cannot hold back much longer.

"Shit!" He growls.

"Hm?" She hums, her eyes snapping up to his as her mouth continues to do its work.

"I usually… last longer." He growls. "But m'bout to cum."

By the look in her eyes, he can tell she is smiling around his dick, and his body bucks up.

"Where… can I…" He tries to breathe out.

YN gives his balls a subtle squeeze and moves her hand on top of the one grabbing her hair. She stops her motions, stabilizing herself with her hands on his thighs, and he begins to thrust.

"Oh my god." He moans out.

He continues to pump in and out, as she effortlessly takes him as deep as he can go. It's perfect. She whines out, and his eyes shoot down to her in concern, but he sees her eyes closed. She isn't resisting. She isn't uncomfortable. She's enjoying it, and that sends him over the edge.

His movements get sloppy and his entire body clenches. He squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lower lip as his release rapidly spills down her throat.

He slows down his pace and hears her whimper as she keeps her mouth surrounding him, massaging his thighs as he works through the sensational orgasm coursing through him.

As he finishes giving her every last drop, he releases the hand grasping her hair, and she sits back up onto her knees.

"Fuck." He pants, eyes still squeezed shut. "That was..."

"Outstanding?" She chuckles, and he opens his eyes to see a wide grin displayed on her plump-lipped face, instantly matching it with his own. Usually her arrogance would annoy the hell out of him, but she has every right to be. It really was outstanding.

"Yeah." He nods.

She begins to move around his body, but he gently grabs her wrists and pulls her closer, causing her to straddle his waist.

"What are you doing?" She gasps, propping herself up with her hands on his chest.

"What if I told you… that I want to flip you over right now and give you a good fuck?"

Her mouth drops open slightly. "What?"

Harry's eyes take in her body. She's still wearing her cotton shirt and shorts, and he is so tempted to see what's underneath. He begins to softly glide his palms against her thighs, running them over her hips and up to her waist.

Her breath hitches and he smirks.

"You did something for me…"

"I did it out of necessity…"

"Really? It's not part of your job description to wrap those pretty pink lips around my dick and suck me off."

"Well, it was a lot of work." She smirks, causing his own breath to hitch at her quick wit. He's finding her sexier by the minute.

"Well, you have one satisfied customer."

"Of course I do! That was some of my best work. I knew you'd like it." She smirks again, causing him to grab tighter on her waist and she lets out a sweet subtle gasp. He can tell she is pretending to resist, because by the heat he can feel between her legs, he knows she wants it, and it makes him want it even more.

"I fucking loved it."

His hands dip under her shirt after seeing her smile, and he is enticed by the smoothness of her skin. Without warning, she grabs the hem of her shirt and swiftly pulls it over her head, tossing it to the side.

Harry licks his lips at the sight of her beautiful body, his eyes taking in every inch of the smooth skin. Never in a million years did he think he'd ever be watching her half naked body as it slowly begins to grind on him.

His gaze moves up to her lips. Those pretty, plump lips that were just taking him in and pleasuring him moments ago.

He can't help himself, wanting to know what they feel and taste like, so he pulls her down on top of him, their chests flush with each other.

One palm reaches around to the back of her head, and there is absolutely no resistant as he smashes their lips together. They do taste good, just as he thought.

An arm wraps around her waist and he swiftly rolls over, keeping their lips together as he hovers over her.

His index finger runs down her body and teases the hem of her panties. She bites her lower lip and he slips his hand inside, running it over her center.

"You're already so wet." He whispers, leaning down and placing another kiss on her lips. He smirks when she responds with a whimper, as he swipes his fingers along her folds once more.

He begins to circle her clit and she moans out, causing a twitch in his dick at the sound.

"Oh my god."

He plays with it one more time, then slides his fingers inside of her and curls them up. She moans again, bucking up her hips as he pumps his digits in and out.

"Fuck, YN, I need to be inside you." He exclaims, with a low and deep exhale. "I need my dick inside of you."

"Please." She whines. "I need it too."

He chuckles at her pleas. He has to admit, he likes seeing her like this- squirming at his touch, yearning for more of him, laying there exposed underneath him.

"You were so cocky before, YN. Now… it looks like you're the one who needs the help…"

"Come on, Harry, please!" She proclaims.

That's the first time she has called him 'Harry' and suddenly a rush of euphoria washes over him. It was such a beautiful sound. The desire to hear, see, and feel more from her begins to overwhelm him.

He sits back and grabs the sides of her panties, slowly removing them from her legs. It's a thong. A sexy, little thong. He's glad he didn't know that she was wearing this during the meeting, because he would've been dazed by the thought, and he's confident he will be distracted tomorrow thinking about another one sitting right down the middle of her ass cheeks.

Another twitch of his dick brings him back to the physical activities, so he quickly removes his sweats and briefs.

He teases his tip at her entrance, coating himself with her wetness before pushing himself in.

It feels good. Being inside her feels really good, and he immediately begins thrusting, as if he is smothering his dick with the feeling of her tight, coated walls.

She lets out a strong whine and he is instantly snapped out of the bliss.

"Shit. Y'alright?" He asks, keeping his voice tender with concern.

"Yeah." She pants. "It's just… I knew you were big, since my mouth was just on you, but… I just need a second… to get used to it this way."

The compliment leaving her lips makes his dick twitch yet again, and he adjusts himself so he can slowly, steadily slide in and out of her.

"That better?" He asks, gazing into her eyes to gauge her level of comfort.

"Yes." She nods in response. "And I want you deeper."

"Yeah?" He smirks. "Want my dick to fill you up?"

"Yes!" She moans, her chest moving quickly with each of his movements.

He pushes her knees closer to her chest as he begins to thrust in deeper.

"Yeah." She moans again, the sound inflating every part of his ego. He actually likes knowing he's pleasing her more than he thought he would. More than be usually does during sex. "Just like that, Harry. Oh my god."

"You're so fucking tight, YN. You're squeezing around me perfectly."

"It feels so good." She whimpers.

"How good? Tell me how good I'm making you feel."

"So good, Harry!" She moans, locking her eyes on his as the praise spills out of her mouth. "You're making me feel so good!"

"What else will make you feel good, baby?"

"Faster." She bites her lip for a moment. "Faster and harder."

Her request sends shivers down his spine. She wants it all and he is so intoxicated by her that he's ready to give it all to her.

"Fuck, YN." He grunts, feeling her straighten her legs to rest on his shoulders. "Fuck I'll do it all for you."

He grabs onto her thighs and begins to pound into her.

"Oh god, Harry!"

"Mmm. So fucking good."

He gives everything he has with each thrust in, pulling out quickly so he can do it all again.

He looks back down at her and feels the indescribable desire to be closer. He wants to feel every inch of her.

He maneuvers his hands between her legs and lowers himself down, resting one forearm on the side of her head, as he uses the opposite to hold onto the back of her thigh.

Both of her hands reach around and tangle themselves in his curls. As he continues his deep, hard, fast thrusts, his breath quickens at the intense desire to take her completely.

"God, I want to ravish you." He admits, unsure how his confession will be perceived.

"I can't guarantee I won't scratch and bite…" She replies, causing his hand to instinctually grab tighter onto the back of her thigh.

"But I can guarantee you'll cum."

His lips swiftly move to her neck, sucking every spot he comes in contact with, not worried about the marks that might show during tomorrow's meeting.

She grabs his shoulders and runs her nails down his back, shooting a sensation through his entire body. Once again, it's as if she knows exactly what he wants, likes, and needs.

He kisses back up her neck to her lips again, parting them with his tongue and gliding his in.

Their tongues move in synchronization, as his hands roam her body. His fingers meet with her nipple, and the high-pitched whimper that leaves her lips is enough to encourage him to play with it.

She squirms and moans, causing him to remove his lips from hers and join his hand. His tongue immediately licks her nipple, and a pleasure-filled shriek echoes through the entire room. His palm grabs her breast and provides a better vantage point to suck all around the breast.

Her breaths and whimpers are all he can hear as he moves over every inch of her smooth skin, and gives everything his dick can provide her.

"Ohhh. Harry, I'm…"

"Tell me." He grunts into her ear.

"I'm gonna cum."

"Cum… YN, I wanna…" He grunts again as his movements get sloppy. "I wanna feel it!"

He props her leg on his shoulder and brings that hand up to her jaw, pressing his lips firmly against hers again.

She lets out a vibrant moan, one that could set every fiber of his body ablaze.

"Oh my god, Harry!"

"Yes. Fuck yes."

Her hands run up and grip his hair, tugging on it as her body squirms beneath him.

"H-... Har… oh god!"

Her hips suddenly buck up, getting him as deep as he can go before she drops down onto the bed after one last, beautiful moan of his name.

"Harry!"

"I'm close, baby, I can… in you?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck I'm gonna give you… all of it."

"I want all of it." She whispers.

With that, he spills into her once again, reducing his thrusts as he melts down on top of her, kissing her neck as they both work through their orgasms together.

"Harry, that was…"

"Outstanding?" He chuckles against her skin and she breathes out a laugh of her own.

"Yeah. Outstanding."

He rolls off, leaving them both laying on their backs in bliss, and trying to catch their breath.

"You can, umm, stay in my bed tonight… if you want."

She rolls onto her side and props herself up on her elbow.

"Mr. Styles wants to cuddle?" She giggles.

The sassy, yet sexy expression on her face causes a blush to cover his.

"Forget it." He responds, embarrassment filling him as the reality, and original cause, of what happened reenters his mind.

She scoots closer, running one hand through his tossled hair, then cupping his cheek as she places a gentle kiss on his lips.

He can't fully comprehend what he's feeling, definitely not in any coherent matter at the moment, but he melts at her touch. Then he melts more as she looks into his eyes with the sweetest gaze.

"You want to be big spoon or little spoon, Harry?"

~~~~~

Harry is pulled out of his sleep to the sound of beeping and YN calling his name.

"What?" He asks.

"Can you turn off your fucking alarm?"

"M'sorry." He fumbles around on the nightstand next to him, barely opening his eyes enough to silence his phone.

"Thank you!" She sternly exclaims.

He finally blinks his eyes open to find YN laying in the other bed, hands covering her face and she begins to blink her eyes open. He frowns, not remembering when she left his bed, and a little confused as to why.

"Well good morning to you too." He chuckles, propping his head up on his hand. "How are you feeling?"

"Uh, happy that this deal will be done and that I can go back home…"

"Well, yeah." He chuckles again. "But, I mean, how are you feeling about last night?"

She twists her head in his direction and gives him an unsettling frown.

"Dinner was fine."

"Right…" He dramatically rolls his eyes.

"I had a good sleep… if that's what you mean..?"

His heart sinks and stomach twists into knots, as she raises up and gets off her bed, walking towards her suitcase and grabbing her toiletry bag.

Does she regret it? Was she actually disappointed? Or is she just that heartless? She can't be. Not the way she was treating him last night. That definitely wasn't heartless.

"Right, but-"

He scoots closer to the edge of the bed and his hip slides over a large damp spot on his sheets. He looks down and feels around for a clue as to what it is and why she is suddenly acting a little cold towards him.

He examines the bed, the room, and her figure as she heads towards the bathroom.

He suddenly realizes what's going on, and his heart stops as he buries his face in his pillow.

She is in her bed. She is wearing her cotton shirt and shorts. He is wearing his briefs and sweats, and there's a damp spot on his bed.

They didn't have sex.

He looks up to catch one last glimpse of her before she walks into the other room, and his stomach drops.

Nope, they didn't have sex.

He just had a wet dream.

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and the maiden said WHAT ? sounds like you were the one in distress, old chap

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melancholymetropolis · 2 years

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Unholy

pairing(s): Demon!Bakugo x HumanSacrifce!Reader

synopsis: Y/N is settling a nasty divorce dispute with her soon-to-be ex. Out of the blue, he calls her to "reconcile" and "put aside their difference". Less than an hour later, she was naked, tied to a bed, and offered to a twelve-foot-tall Demon Emperor, Bakugo Katsuki.

warnings: Rivals to Lovers. mention of roofies/drink tampering. reincarnation. a dash of a slice of life. the ml + fl argue a lot. bakugo is a simp. grumpy + sunshine. lowkey a royalty au. highkey monster fucking. cat + mouse game. minor grammar errors (will clean up a little later)

w.c: 9.2k

a/n: never say I don't love y'all.

“Drink up,” my soon-to-be ex-husband said, practically pushing the glass of wine into my face.

I took the glass hesitantly and looked into it. There had been some sort of powdery residue floating on the top of it. I swirled it around a few times before setting it down on the table. I looked across the surface, past the flickering candles, and into his blue eyes. There was something off about the whole ordeal. My husband had never been the “romantic type”. He never made me dinner, even when we just started dating. He would usually order from a really expensive restaurant and call it a day. He never bothered to go the extra mile of putting on a plate, either. He made it clear that he was going to be as mediocre as possible, and I was supposed to be happy with it.

I never understood why I married him or what I saw in him originally. Maybe it was the consistency I craved or how easy it was being with him. He never challenged me in any way or stimulated me for that matter. We only slept together a handful of times in our three years together, but that didn’t bother me all too much. I was simply too busy with housework or my job to accumulate any sort of sexual desire. Yet, I could tell my spouse didn’t feel the same way. In recent months, I have noticed a change in his appearance. He started to shave more frequently, changed his hairstyle, and even bought some new clothes. He smiled whenever he got text messages and would sneak off when his phone rang. I even found a lipstick stain on his collar when doing his laundry, which all but confirmed that he was cheating.

I could deal with the lack of effort on his part.

I could deal with practically being his maid.

I could even deal with him always “borrowing” money from my savings account.

But, what I couldn’t deal with was being the “other woman” in my marriage.

I filed for divorce shortly after that and moved out of the apartment.

It had been three months since everything happened, and he still hadn’t signed the goddamned papers.

“No, thank you,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’m not in a drinking mood.”

“O-Oh okay,” he stammered, sinking back into his chair.

“I came here because you said there had been some sort of emergency with our shared property,” I explained while pushing the plate of burnt pasta from in front of me. “It wasn’t my intention to have dinner with you.”

“I understand,” he replied, sipping his wine. “You probably still hate me.”

“I don’t care enough to hate you, John,” I said, rising from my seat. “If there is nothing else, I’ll be going now.”

“Y/N! Wait!” He called after me. “Don’t go!”

“If you have anything else to say to me, please notify my lawyer,” I deflected whilst grabbing my purse from the couch. “Have a good night.”

The alarm bells in my head were ringing, and I needed to make my way out of there quickly.

As I was turning around to take my leave, I felt a slight prick on the side of my neck. I raised my hand to the area and pressed it against it. I brought my finger to my face. There had been a clear liquid oozing from the area. I couldn’t immediately detect what it could’ve been, but I felt my body begin to sway on its own. I looked up at John, a medical syringe in his hands and a sadistic look on his face.

“Why do you always have to be so fucking difficult, Y/N?” He said, dropping the syringe on the ground.

“W-What are y-you talking about?” I slurred, trying to grab onto the couch.

“All you had to you was drink the wine,” John admitted.

“W-Wha. . .”

“Now, I have to drag you there myself.”

My hand slipped when trying to hold onto the couch, and my entire body crashed onto the floor. The room was spinning. The sounds were coming in and out of range. I could hear John say something, but I couldn’t piece the words together. My body started to feel tingly and numb all over. I could feel John pulling against my arms, but I couldn’t tell where he was taking me. He was still ranting about something, but, again, I had no idea what he was saying. I could feel my shirt ride up a little as John dragged me against the floor. It was only when I felt a familiar fuzzy sensation that I knew where we were. In our bedroom. Even with my mind half-conscious, I knew the feeling of my thousand-dollar designer rug. Part of me was still surprised that he kept it after all this time. Yet, another part of me knew never to expect so much of John. He would never make the effort to rearrange anything in our home.

But he could make the effort to cheat on me.

My eyelids grew heavier by the second. I was struggling to keep them open.

All I could do was pray to God that whatever he had planned for me wouldn’t be too bad. I hoped that I would make it out of this apartment alive. If not, I would haunt the bastard for the rest of his miserable life.

My eyes fluttered closed, and darkness filled my vision.

“What do we have here?” A deep, throaty voice spilled into my ears. I could feel its hot breath fan my relaxed face and his eyes piercing my skin. “What a pretty little thing you are.”

I did not recognize the voice, nor would I ever. It didn’t sound human. Its pitch was far too deep, too robust for any human to make. It sounded like it belonged to something from another world or dimension. The alarm bells in my head had switched over to sirens. Every hair on my body was standing up, and I could feel sweat begin to dot my forehead. I knew, without a doubt, that there was some kind of eldrich terror on the other side of my eyelids, and I was not ready to face it. I could feel my tears well up and gather in my lashes. Murmurs spilled from my lips as I started to at the restraints binding my limbs.

“There’s no need to be afraid, little rabbit,” the monster purred. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“I. . . I don’t believe you,” I whimpered, my eyes still shut.

“So she speaks,” it chuckled. “Wonderful.”

The soft surface— a bed— dipped a little on each side of me. Right near my mid-section. I could feel the heat radiating from its body. It came in slow, hot waves. It was almost like feeling the sun on your skin during the summer. It painted every inch of my skin— wait. I could feel it all over my body. From my legs and arms to my breasts and womanhood. My eyes snapped open, and I immediately looked down. I could the soft candlelight reflected onto my smooth legs. It danced up my oiled thighs and chubby stomach to my ample bosoms. I could see the brown nipples sitting pretty atop the mounds. Just inches above me was a pair of thighs, closely resembling tree trunks, straddling my waist. They were covered in tight leather pants, outlining every muscle. Just above the thighs was a pale torso with rippling abs. Far too many for me to count. Followed by a wide chest and broad shoulders. The muscles in his arms were almost the size of my thighs, and one of its hands could easily cover my entire face.

His jawline was sharp as nails, and his lips were full. He had two pairs of crimson eyes and horns. They added an extra foot to his massive stature despite being slightly curved at the base. The creature had blonde hair that pointed in every direction and mostly fell in its eyes. Under any other circumstances, I could’ve easily been swooned by his ruggedly handsome face.

“Like what you see, little rabbit?” he smirked.

“Who are you?” I asked, pulling the restraints. “What do you want with me?”

“Ah, so your husband didn’t tell you,” the creature said, resting on his heels. “How unfortunate.”

“Tell me what?” I questioned.

“He sold your soul,” it replied nonchalantly. “To me.”

“What?” I exclaimed.

“Yeah, I was pretty shocked, too,” the creature confessed. “I mean, look at you. You’re any man’s wet dream. Thick in all the right places. A seductive, deep voice—”

"What exactly are you gonna do to me?" I interjected, gripping the restraints tighter.

"Well, your husband was pretty adamant about getting rid of you," the creature replied. "He signed a death contract to get you out of this dimension."

It could’ve been his dismissive demeanor or his obvious attraction to me, but whatever fear I had previously felt was slowly melting away to make room for confusion. John had been the kind of person to hire personal chefs and cleaning staff to avoid the responsibilities of managing a house. He would have his assistant buy me anniversary presents rather than buy one himself. He was a man who went out of his way to put minimal effort into our marriage, yet he dared to sell me to a twelve-foot demon from hell. I could feel the anger pool within my being.

The creature above me inhaled deeply. "Your rage is oozing from your pores and dancing within my nostrils," he chuckled. "It has been so long since I smelled something so sweet.".

"Um, Mr. Demon?"

"Bakugo, sweetness," he corrected. "You may call me by my surname, Bakugo."

"Okay. . . Bakugo," I hesitated. "Would you mind untying me and giving me some clothes? I'm feeling pretty. . . exposed at the moment."

A deep, rumbling chuckle erupts from his throat as rose from the bed. "Your body is too precious to be covered with garments. But, since I am in a generous mood, I'll grant your request."

With the snap of his finger, I was no longer tied to the bed. My body has been positioned in the far corner of the room, furthermore from the door. I was standing up, facing the creature that was less than a foot away from me. He seemed even bigger from that angle. His horns were practically scraping the ceiling. Bakugo looked at me with such indescribable hunger that it made shivers trail down my spine. I looked down at my feet, desperately trying to break the tension between us, yet I was a little shocked by what I had on.

I wasn't wearing any of my clothes, but something a little more unique, to say the least.

The dress was black and tight. It hugged every inch of my body while highlighting the parts that were "flattering" to men. It had a deep neckline that brought attention to my cleavage. The leather fabric gave the short dress an uncomfortable stiffness. The skirt barely covered my ass and strained at the thigh section. The six-inch patent leather stilettos made my legs even longer. My wrists were covered in gold bangles, and my hands were covered in rings made of lavish stones.

"Bakugo, what is this?" I asked, inspecting the jewelry. "Why am I dressed like this?"

"As I said earlier, your husband signed a death contract," he informed me. "He used your life as collateral for the deal he made with me a little while ago."

"Why would he make a deal with you in the first place?"

"He used to clean money for the mafia a few years before he met you."

"Holy shit."

"And like the selfish idiot he was, he stole a small fortune from them."

"How much?"

"Close to fifty million."

"Holy shit!" I gasped. "Did he have a fucking death wish?"

"The mafia seemed to think so, and they actively started to hunt him," the demon continued. "As a final attempt to save his pathetic life, he summoned me. Bakugo Katsuki, Emperor of the Underworld."

At that moment, I could feel my heart drop to my stomach. Bakugo was a Samurai turned Emperor in the fourteenth century. He was appointed to the throne by Emperor Go-Daigo, who was awed by his fighting skills and his grit. The Emperor birthed no sons during his reign, so he adopted Bakugo and turned him into a crown prince. He was known to be exceedingly cruel and had a nasty temper. All kinds of stories supported these kinds of accusations. Like the one about him feeding his esquire to a tiger after he looked at the Empress a little too long. Or another about him hanging a war general by his ankles for challenging his judgment. He had the entire war counsel watch as the blood rushed to his head and ended up killing him.

Not only that, he managed to be a notorious bachelor. Rumored to have had three wives and ten concubines during his prime.

As the legend goes, the devil himself was awed by Emperor Bakugo's lavish lifestyle and offered him a position in hell once he died. The Emperor managed to work his way up the ranks, ultimately taking the Devil’s position once he retired. By the end of everything, Bakugo Katsuki was the ruler of all sin and could manipulate anyone to do his bidding. He was even more dangerous dead than he was alive.

A cocky smirk fell onto his lips as he brought his face closer to mine. "Pretty impressive, huh?" He said as if reading my mind.

"Y-yeah," I stammered, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"No need to be afraid of me, little rabbit," he said while tucking a braid behind my ear. "I already told you that I do not plan on harming you in any way."

"Then what do you plan on doing with me?" Fear still licking my being and making my hands shake gently.

"Allow me to finish the story, sweetness," he replied. "You'll find out by the end."

"Okay."

"I granted John temporary immunity from the mob in exchange for another life. There's a balance between these things. A life for a life, if you will," he continued. "The person has to be pure, almost incapable of sin. He encountered many girls that fit the description, but being the rotten individual he is, John managed to corrupt them. Making them greedy and money hungry just like him. That was until he met you. A wealthy physician from a rich family and lots of money in the bank. You are as sweet as pie and quite as easy on the eyes. You became his safety net. He didn't have to work too hard if he didn't want to. He never has to put any effort into the relationship since you are already too busy. It was a perfect union. Until he discovered the life insurance policy."

My eyes widened. "How did he find out about that?"

"Snooping through your mail," Bakugo shrugged. "It was then that you became more valuable dead than alive."

"So, a couple of million, and he's willing to put me on the chopping block?"

"Not at first," the demon responded. "But you decided to divorce him, completely stripping any chance he would’ve had to obtain that money. Since you two signed a prenuptial agreement with an infidelity clause, John was entitled to none of your money at the very end."

Anger started to rise in my being once more. The sheer amount of entitlement he had was simply outstanding. He was the one who cheated. He was the one who emotionally checked out the marriage first. Yet, instead of acknowledging his mistake and moving forward, he went under the table to try and get me killed.

"That fucking bastard!" I said aloud, balling my fists so tight my knuckles turned white.

"Yeah," Bakugo replied. "Your husband's a real peach."

"So the death contract," I stated, beginning to piece it together. "He signed it to repay the debt he owed to you and to get the money in my insurance policy?"

"Bingo!"

"This greedy motherfucker!" I growled. "I cannot believe him!"

"Truly a greedy bastard," Bakugo agreed, nodding his head.

I paused. "Wait. But what does that mean for me? Are you saying you're going to kill me?"

A wide smile appeared on Bakugo's face. "Not quite. Maybe even the opposite, if you think about it."

"I'm confused."

"I'm going to make you my Empress, little rabbit."

Bakugo’s dimension was surprisingly tame for being an extension of hell. It had a bright pink sky and crimson mountains lining the outside perimeter of the area. On the far edge of a secluded village was his castle. From my minimal knowledge of Japanese history, it was loosely inspired by the Bitchu Matsuyama Castle— the one that Bakugo most likely lived in when he was alive. The ceilings were taller than the original, probably to accommodate the Emperor’s height. There were pillars made of gold and jade lining the room. The floor was made of hardwood, so clean you could see your reflection. The walls are made of watercolor paintings and gold patterns. Silk drapes hung from the ceiling in a decorative pattern, adding more color to the space. Beautiful women of all shades and sizes lingered in the halls, giggling with one another. They stopped once we made eye contact. They quickly bowed their head and moved out of my way.

The guards, Iida Tenya and Sato Rikido, had given me a tour of the grounds before bringing me to the Empress’ estate on the far end of the property. It was made up of a massive house with about four floors. It was filled with lavish gifts and treasures. From tiger skin rugs to a solid gold statue of Bakugo in the middle of the front room. There had been diamonds and rubies spilling from fountains. Jewelry was littered all over my room. My closet was overflowing with the softest silks and chiffons ever made.

“This is simply too much,” I said, lifting a diamond-crusted bracelet from the bed. “I can not accept all of this.”

“Would you like me to summon Emperor Bakugo, Empress?” Iida asked.

“Well. . . No, that won’t be necessary,” I sighed, taking a seat on the bed. “I will be meeting him for dinner in a few hours, yes?”

“You will, Empress,” Sato replied. “It is customary for the Emperor and the Empress to share meals.”

“Alright, I’ll just talk to him then,” I reassured them before flopping down. “For now, I would like to rest. If there is nothing else, you two may go.”

The guards bowed their heads and excited the room.

I lifted a stray piece of jewelry from the bed and brought it to my eyes. It was a heavy gold chain with a massive emerald pendant in the center. It had to at least be worth a few hundred thousand, yet it was half-heartedly thrown on my bed and tangled with other pieces of similar value. I wasn’t a stranger to wealth. My family came from a long line of professionals, from doctors to politicians. I have had family members with exclusive Cartier pieces and Tiffany jewelry fit for royalty. Yet, when looking at the items on my bed, they didn’t have the same aura as those. It didn’t feel like I was meant to brag about these necklaces and rings. It wasn’t my responsibility to make everyone around me jealous. I was simply supposed to exist whilst wearing the pieces. They were meant to be extensions of myself. An extension of my aura— of my power.

I rose from my slumped position on the bed and walked to the vanity. I brought the necklace to my neck and gazed at my reflection. The gold and the green complimented my bronze skin very well. I undid the clasp in the back and positioned the necklace against my collarbone. I attempted to fasten it, but my braids kept getting in the way.

“Allow me,” said a familiar voice.

I looked over to see the Emperor, resting in the door frame. He changed his attire; it had been a little more Regal than before. He wore silk pants, perfectly tailored to his body. They highlighted his slender waist and plump rear. He remained shirtless but had a decorative robe draped over his shoulders. It swayed as he walked over to me. His hands were adorned with rings, almost like mine, except they didn’t have large jewels. They were simple gold bands.

Emperor Bakugo scooped all my hair to my left shoulder before closing the clasp on the necklace. “It looks good on you,” he said, still gripping my shoulders.

I brushed my hands against the pendant and hummed softly. “I guess it does.”

We sat in silence for just a few moments before I felt his hands drop from my shoulder and snake around my waist. He pulled me closer to his massive body. I could feel the heat radiating from his body and the sweet aroma he carried. He smelled of citrus and cherry blossoms with a hint of spice. It was a scent that brought calm to my being. I found myself leaning into the embrace, intertwining my fingers with his. It was nice to be held like that. Without any ulterior motives or sexual advances, Just to be held by someone who cares for you.

“Have you started to remember, my love?” His voice was low enough to be a whisper.

I locked eyes with him through the mirror. “Remember? What do you mean?”

A painful look flashed on Bakugo’s face before he quickly shook it away. “Forget it.”

“No,” I murmured, turning to face him. “Just tell me. Is there something you wanted me to remember? Is it about John?”

The emperor took a deep breath before pulling me closer to his body. “The walls in this place often have ears attached to them. Let’s go somewhere to be truly alone.”

“Okay.”

Red smoke started to appear at our feet before circling up our legs and abdomens. It engulfed our bodies, breathing pulling us into darkness as it did. I could feel cold winds swirling around me as he moved from one place to another. The sweet smell of my bedroom was soon replaced with the stench of stale air and rotting wood. My bare feet were no longer pressed against warm hardwood; instead, I could feel the cool tile sending shivers through my body. When the smoke cleared, we were not only in a different place, but it felt like a different dimension. It was neither Earth nor Hell, maybe space between the two. It didn’t have the heaviness of the surface, the summer breeze, or twinkling stars. Nor did it have the robustness of hell; it didn’t have the pink sky or the black mountains lining the perimeter. Instead, everything was black and white. Almost like films in the early 1930s. The property that Bakugo transported us to was in pristine condition, despite a few cracks along the ceiling. The furniture was covered in sheets, and the windows had pale drapes blocking out the light from outside. Faded watercolor paintings decorated the doors. Jade stone pillars were supporting the high ceiling. In many ways, it looked almost identical to Bakugo’s mansion back in hell, just less lavish.

“What is this place?” I asked, gently touching the stone pillar.

“This was the palace of the first Empress, Kimiko,” he said with a sigh. “My first and only love.”

“Oh.”

Bakugo smiled softly before abruptly snapping his fingers. Warm light illuminated the front room, adding a little bit of color around us. The emperor walked over to the very back of the room, directly in front of a massive piece of furniture. He reached down and pulled the sheet from atop it, revealing a glistening throne. It was carved out of obsidian, a shiny black crystal— which just so happened to ward off evil and negative emotions. It had gold trimming along the edges and large rubies embedded within the armrests. The base was large enough to seat more than one person, which made me wonder if Bakugo spent some time ruling by her side.

The emperor gently caressed one of the armrests while smiling sadly to himself.

“She was the only one to ever beat me in a fight,” he chuckled. “She laid me flat on my ass before I could even form a proper sentence. I think I started to fall in love with her then.”

“She sounds delightful,” I offered, standing beside him.

“She was,” he reminisced. “She had a temper similar to mine but only unleashed it when it was necessary. She could tame any dragon or beast with a few words. Kimiko handled herself with such poise and grace that even her enemies had to respect her. She was never the type to ask for dominance because people simply gave it to her.”

“What. . . happened to her?” I hesitated.

“She had what you humans now call “cancer”,” he answered, sadly. “It was the only foe she couldn’t best.”

“I’m sorry,” I offered, placing my hand on his arm.

The twelve-foot demon turned his body away from the throne and took both my hands in his. He looked into my eyes as if he were looking at me for the very first time. Bakugo scanned my entire face, searching for something that I could put my finger on. “I believe you are Kimiko reincarnated, Y/N.”

My eyes widen and I took a step back from him. “Tell me you’re joking.”

“Just before she died, Kimiko and I made a blood oath,” he said, unfastening his silk pants. Bakugo lowered the waistband, just a little bit, to reveal a jagged scar; in the shape of a ‘k’. “We vowed to find each other in the next life, with the help of these marks. I have searched many women throughout the five hundred years I have been alive and only one has the letter ‘k’ etched on her waist. And that person is you, Y/N.”

“Bakugo, I don’t think—”

“I didn’t want to believe it at first,” he interjected. “I mean you two look nothing alike. But the longer I have been in your company, the more I could feel this undeniable connection between us. And I know you feel it, too.”

“Bakugo—”

“There is a reason why aren’t scared of me and why came you to the Underworld so willingly.”

“I didn’t think I had a choice!” I countered. “John signed the death contract!”

“Y/N, I know this is hard to believe and I would be a complete idiot to think you’d accept this right away—”

“I didn’t think demons existed several hours ago!” I screamed, frustrated. “All I wanted to do was to divorce my shit husband and go back to my normal life as a surgeon. Not get remarried to a literal ruler of Hell and become an Empress! I didn’t even have the time to deal with the mess John put me in, before being thrown into yet another role I did not ask for. I mean for fuck’s sake, could you have at least given me the remainder of the night to process what happened before springing this on me?! What else do you have under your sleeve? Are going to tell me you have powers or something?”

“Y/N?”

“What?”

“You’re hair is on fire.”

As much as I wanted to deny my connection to Bakugo’s late wife, more and more evidence started to unravel. From what the maids had told me, the emerald chain that the emperor fastened on my neck was Kimiko’s family heirloom. It was passed down for generations to the first-born daughter of the family. However, since Kimiko died childless, Bakugo decided to keep it to himself. I had tried to take it off, discard it from my sight, but the clasp refused to budge. None of my maids could undo it and I wasn’t in the mood to face Bakugo after that night. I was stuck with the necklace on for the remainder of the week, forced to face my reality. Another quirk that came with this reincarnation scandal was the fire. It appears everywhere when I was angry. It started out with my hair, causing it to spike up and lift from my neck. The angrier I get the more the flames engulf my body. It doesn’t hurt, nor does it partially bother me. Almost everything in the Underworld was flame resistant, meaning there was nothing to really worry about.

The maids informed me that Kimiko had fierce red hair, resembling a raging fire. It was part of the reason why many feared her in the first place. Given the dimension and the reincarnation drama, I assumed the lore surrounding her life started to literally manifest the longer I stayed in the underworld. Like when the emperor tried to enter my room without my permission and I managed to toss him across the room in the blink of an eye. We were both shocked by the end of it.

But, he made sure to leave me alone after that.

There were whispers outside my door. A conversation between a very squeaky, feminine voice and a booming masculine one.

I rolled my eyes.

He does it every afternoon— knocking on my door after his morning meetings, in hopes I would invite him in to talk.

The maids knew never to let him and Bakugo knew never to force himself where he didn’t belong. Unless he wanted to be humbled in front of his subjects.

The door opened and one of the servants hurried inside the room. She bowed her head as she stood in front of my bed.

“Do I have permission to speak, Your Grace?” She squeaked.

“Of course,” I replied, repositioning the pillow underneath my head.

“The Emperor has requested you meet him for dinner,” she presented, still looking at the floor.

“Tell him to fuck off,” I said, turning my back to her. “I’m going back to sleep.”

“He brought you a gift,” she started to say before I cut her off.

“I don’t need any more jewelry,” I countered. “I can’t even store the pieces I have.”

“No jewelry, but a person. By the name of John.”

I snapped my eyes open and sat straight up in the bed. “Wait does that mean. . . John’s dead?”

“He said if you have any questions, to ask him at dinner tonight,” the servant replied.

“Fine, tell him I will be in attendance,” I admitted, crossing my arms over my chest. “But, inform him that I will not be staying for long.”

“As you wish, Your Majesty.” The servant bowed again before leaving the room.

Several new maids entered the space shortly after, their heads lowered and eyes looking towards the ground.

“May I help you?” I asked, kicking my legs over the side of the bed.

“We’ve been instructed by the emperor to assist in dressing for dinner,” the woman on the right said, crossing her hands over her midsection.

“He instructed that we place you in traditional empress attire,” the one on the left added.

Emperor Bakugo Katsuki was pushing me into a corner. He wanted me to conform to the role of Empress, even though I would rather walk through the fiery bits of hell naked. I spent the majority of the last week in my room. I only opened the door to get my food trays and greet my servants in the morning. I refused to meet anyone from the royal council or any associate of Bakugo’s. The emperor wanted me to step into my role as Empress so badly that he was willing to try anything— even drag John to the underworld to make it happen.

“That’s not gonna happen,” I countered, walking across the room to the bathroom. “I am capable of dressing myself.”

“But, Your Majesty—”

“If the Emperor has a problem with my decision, tell him he could eat alone for all I care.”

The servants did end up helping me, just not with my outfit. They helped dry my waist-length braids with smaller towels. They divided each braid and applied moose to them. The maid twisted them around flexi-rods and wrapped my head with a silk scarf. Next, we surveyed the makeup that Bakugo had gifted me before I arrived. The blushes and eyeshadows were made up of cool tones, which weren’t complementary to my bronze skin tone. Out of all the blues and purples that were provided, I was able to find muted earth tones in the pile. A collection of browns and metallic shimmers. I decided to make a smoky eye with these shades, with a cut crease. I used gold to fill in the gap to really make my eyelid pop.

“You should wear red lipstick!” The servant on the left— Yua— said, sliding the red lip across the vanity. “It would be a nice pop of color!”

“I don’t know. . .” The other one— Aika— replied. “The red may be a little too bright. She should go with something a little more neutral. Like a brown!”

Yua snatched the tube of lipstick from her hand. “You don’t know anything about beauty products! Red would be better for Your Majesty’s lips.”

“I disagree,” Aika snatched the red tube from her partner’s hand. “The red would be too distracting. Brown would fit the theme a little better.”

“No, you’re wrong—”

“I was planning on using both of them actually,” I said, turning to look at the younger women.

“Really?” They asked in unison. “How?”

I held out my hand and they gave me the tubes. I popped the cap off of the deep brown lipstick and brought my thin, damp brush to it. I rubbed it against the smooth surface, before bringing the brush to my lips. I outlined the shape of my mouth with a dark color, before placing the cap on the tube. I used a thicker brush to swatch on the red lipstick, but only used a little bit of it on my lips. I topped the section with a clear lip gloss and started to rub my lips together, blending the two lipsticks perfectly.

“Wow!” Yua said, amazed. “I would’ve never thought of that!”

“Me neither!” Aika agreed. “It looks so good. Your Majesty is the queen of cosmetics!”

I laughed loudly and rose from my seat. “You give me too much praise. I can assure you there are many women better than me at makeup. I only know how to do simple things.”

“Well, you make simple look good,” Aika chimed in.

“You do!”

I laughed and walked over to the closet. I looked through the hundreds of pieces that were filling the space. Although the pieces were absolutely stunning and very much my style, none of the clothes were big enough to fit me. Except for the floor-length robes in the back of the closet. Granted, they were made with the finest silks of all the land, but they did nothing to compliment my figure. They would completely cover me with unnecessary fabric, making me look even bigger than I actually was. I immediately thought back to the night in the bedroom, where Bakugo made clothes appear on my body out of thin air. Even though I had only been in the Underworld for a week, I was already showing signs of magical abilities. I wondered if the physical manifestation of items was a trait that only the emperor could have, or if was I capable of doing it as well.

I pulled out a random item of clothing from the closet. An all-leather catsuit with a zipper in the center front. There had been a pair of cat ears and a fluffy tail butt plug attached to the hanger.

“These two must’ve been into some seriously kinky stuff,” I said, lifting the tail of the hanger and dangling it in the air.

“Emperor Bakugo talks about Kimiko whipping him all the time— ow!” Yua screeched and hugged her side.

Aika swiftly shook her head a placed a finger on her lips.

I tossed the sex toy to the side and took the item of clothing into my hands. I closed my eyes and simply pictured it on my body. I focused on how I wanted it to fit— how I wanted it to hug my curves, but allow just enough room for me to move comfortably. I could feel my body gradually heat up. The silk robe I had been wearing had slowly begun to slip off, fading out of existence. It was swiftly replaced with a thicker, tiger fabric. It hugged my hips and thighs tightly, while loosely fitting around my tummy. The silk scarf started to slip from my head and my braids untangled from the curlers. I could feel them fall to my back.

When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in my room. I was wearing the catsuit and it fit just as perfectly as I imagined. But, traditional Japanese rode and graced my shoulders. I didn’t know how the two got paired together, but given the state of the outfit, I was not upset at the combination. I was standing in front of massive paper doors, and by the sound of Bakugo’s booming voice, I had to be outside of the throne room.

“Come in, my Empress,” he yelled from the other side of the door. “I have been expecting you.”

Hesitantly, I gripped the handle and slid it open. There had been a slew of upper-rank nobility within the space. Every one of them had a different appearance. Some had horns, while others were covered in scales. Some had pointed ears and a long tail, while others appeared to me more human with black eyes. But, no matter what they looked like, they all openly gawked at me.

“I hope you don’t mind, darling,” Bakugo said with a smirk. “I simply couldn’t wait until dinner time, so I summoned you a little bit earlier than we planned.”

I neutralized any raging emotions that threatened to rise and took a deep breath. I looked at the nobles and gave them a curt nod. “My apologies for having met you in such imprudent circumstances, I was a little under the weather this week.”

“It is no problem at all, Your Majesty,” a loud voice replied from the far end of the room. “We are just happy to be in your presence.”

“Oh you are too, kind the gentleman whose face I cannot see!” I said bowing my head slightly. “I hope to meet you very soon and become good acquaintances.”

I walked down the designated aisle and up the few steps to where Bakugo was seated. I raised my eyebrow, silently asking ‘where am I supposed to sit?”

“Because of such an impromptu schedule change, you just might have to sit on my lap for the meeting,” Bakugo chuckled while patting the area. “I’m sure it will be more comfortable than any chair you have ever sat on.”

He was pushing my buttons and it was working. I wanted nothing more than to not see the smug look right off his face. But, I knew that would only result in more problems. An idea popped into my mind, making a slight smile fall onto my lips.

I turn my back to the twelve-foot demon and press my ass right on his lap. I push my hips backward; I could feel my lower cheeks brush right against his crotch. Bakugo’s hands immediately sunk into my thighs and helped me spin around so that I was sitting sideways. I wiggled my thighs, under the ruse of getting my comfort, and rubbed against his member once again. That time the mighty emperor sucked in a breath.

“You are playing with fire, Empress,” Bakugo whispered, digging his fingers deeper into my thighs.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Emperor,” I murmured, innocently.

Every noble in the room had started the meeting by introducing themselves and their stations. Like Izuku Midorya, chief of defense and weapons. Or Todoroki Shoto chief of merchants and foreign goods. Those two were particularly nice and even kissed my hand upon greeting me. Izuku even winked at me when he pulled away, which made a blush erupt on my face. Bakugo growled silently beneath me, but he didn’t say anything. I decided to drive the knife even deeper into the growing wound.

“I look forward to getting to know you, Midorya,” I said sweetly. “Maybe we could have tea sometime soon?”

“It would be my honor, my Empress,” he replied, placing a hand over his heart. “I will be waiting for your invitation.”

“You are too kind,” I cooed, tucking a braid behind my ear. “I have a feeling you’ll make a lovely acquaintance.”

“Acquaintance? You’re breaking my heart, dear Empress,” he professed. “I was hoping to be your dear friend, at least.”

I placed my hand on my mouth and turned away. “Holy cow! He has me blushing like a teenager,” I whispered to myself, hoping that Bakugo would. “I’m gonna have some fun with him.”

“Enough!” The Emperor yelled, startling the entire court. “This meeting is over! The Empress and I have another engagement to tend to. The introductions will resume at a later date.”

“Farewell to all!” I said, rising from Bakugo’s lap. “It was nice seeing all of your beautiful and unique faces! I hope to become great friends with all of you!”

“Farewell, Empress,” someone called from the far side of the room. “I hope to see you again soon.”

“Goodbye, for now, Your Majesty,” another said. “I will miss gazing upon your immense beauty!”

“Oh, you are just humoring me,” I replied, smiling widely. “I will be back soon. I promise.”

“We miss you already!” Someone else yelled.

“Come to our next meeting!”

“We want to see you every day!”

Red smoke appeared beneath my feet and started twirling up my body. I closed my eyes and attempted to feel the magic encasing my body. I wanted to remember what it felt like, just in case I was given the opportunity to replicate it. Although the palace was nice and I liked the Empress's treatment, I still wanted to go home. Back to where everything was normal. Back to where I could be myself and not a reincarnated soul. The wind started to pick up around us, adding a particular chill down my spine. We were not covered in darkness, but an immense light. It was warm, almost like candlelight. Even the floors were particularly warm and inviting. I opened my eyes to see that we were back in the Empress’ palace. But, unlike before, it was restored. No longer cold and damp, but comfortable and homie. The sheets no longer covered the furniture and the doors looked freshly painted. Even the throne seemed to be dusted and polished; shining even brighter than before. Fresh rose petals were scattered throughout the room, as the soft sound of violins played in the background.

Romantic was hardly a good word to describe the atmosphere. It was more than that. It oozed passion and poise. It was elegant, as it was refreshing. I could feel some of my stress drip away and my heart warm. I looked back at the towering Emperor, his face still turned up in a scowl and his lips pursed.

“You did this for me?” I asked, taking his hand into mine.

“So what if I did?” He snapped back. “You’re just gonna find a reason to be mad at me anyway.”

A gentle smile fell on my lips, as I felt my body suddenly lift from the ground. Once we were on the same level, I took his face into my hands and looked him in the eye. His crimson eyes began to fade into a bright red the longer he looked at me. His grimace faded into a cocky smirk as he brought his hand to my chin.

“Are gonna kiss me or what?” He teased.

“I’m starting to think you don’t deserve one,” I admitted, bringing my face closer to his. “After that little stunt, you pulled earlier. Forcing me to meet the nobles. You ain’t slick, demon.”

“You enjoyed it,” Bakugo cackled. “Having dozens of men fawning over you. You were gushing and blushing the whole time. You love being the center of attention.”

I draped my arms over his shoulders and hummed softly. “I don’t recall this ‘gushing’ you speak of. But, I did blush a few times. That Izuku fellow is quite the charmer.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you have a crush on the brat,” he said, placing his hands on my waist. He pulled me closer to him; our chests pressed together and our limbs began to intertwine. “Who knows? You’ll probably run away with him the minute I turn my back.”

“Are you jealous, Emperor?” I chirped, my smile getting wider. “Jealous of a mere chief?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he chuckled. “You are just a royal pain in my ass and so is he. In fact, you two would be perfect together.”

“Maybe I should run away with him,” I joked, gently slipping out of his arms. “He’ll probably treat me better anyway.”

“Come back here, Empress,” he called, taking my wrist and drawing me back to his chest. “Who said I’d let you get away?”

My heart was beating in my chest, so loud it was clouding my thoughts. The heat was radiating from his body and pooling around mine. The look he had in his eye was nothing short of lust and longing. He wanted me. Emperor Bakugo Katsuki of the Underworld wanted me. And I was beginning to want him too. The chemistry between us was undeniable. The longer we stood next to one another, the harder it was to resist each other. The way his hands gripped my hips was sending all kinds of signals to my womanhood. I wanted his hands to touch every inch of my body, along with his mouth. His lips seemed all that more inviting the closer we were. Just a few hours ago, I wanted nothing but to knock him on his ass. Again. But, now, I wanted to do unholy things with the demon before me.

Before I could think, I pressed my lips against his. I could feel him tense up for a second, before melting into the embrace. His strong arms wrapped around my smaller body and pressed me against a nearby wall. His moans filled the room as his hands kneaded the soft flesh of my rear. The emperor moved the kisses along the side of my face. Kissing along my jaw and against my neck. He sucked and nipped the soft tissue, making my toes curl in response. I pressed my nails into his bare back. Bakugo took his freakishly long tongue and dragged it along the side of my neck and jaw; bringing his mouth right back to mine. He kissed me passionately once more before pulling away.

“I want you,” He purred. His eyes were drilling into my mine. “I’ve wanted you since the night that asshole stripped you naked and tied you to the bed. But, I wanted to wait. I needed you to want me just as much as I wanted you.”

Although it was the bare minimum, the small action proved one great thing: Bakugo may be a demon, but he wasn’t a monster. He respected my agency and didn’t push my boundaries all that much. He could’ve forced himself on me and no one would’ve batted an eye since he was the Emperor. Instead, he let me mourn for my old life in a luxurious room and send me my favorite foods to liven up my mood. Underneath his intimidating size and appearance, he was a really good guy. Or, demon.

“Tell me, Empress,” he said, between kisses. “Tell me you want me, too.”

“I do.”

The emperor lifted me from the wall and walked deeper into the palace. His lips and hands never left my body. He was all over. Kissing my neck, palming my rear, and unzipping my hands. Bakugo was smothering me in affection and I was simply getting drunk off of it. It felt like there had been more than two hands on my body. And, when he placed me on the bed, I realized that there were. Bakugo had grown an extra pair of arms, directly below his previous ones. They were the same length and size, basically identical. But, that wasn’t the only thing added to his appearance. He had tattoos covering his arms and chest. A massive serpent tattoo traveled up his first set of arms, while the heads were displayed on his chest. The other pair of arms paled a little in comparison. There had been a few Japanese words written in kanji on his forearms, while the tips of his fingers looked to be tattooed a deep black. Resembling them being dipped into ink. He had piercings on his nipples and tongue, in addition to the many on his ears. Bakugo, somehow, managed to make himself look even hotter than before; a talent I didn’t know he had.

“I was planning on keeping the glamor up until after we had— you know,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “But, it was getting a little tiring maintaining it. We can stop if you’re uncomfortable.”

“No!” I said a little too quickly. “This is good. Really good.”

The cocky smirk returned to his lips. “Ah, so you prefer my Demon form over the other one? How interesting.” He leaned closer, allowing his body to hover over mine. One of his hands started to pull at the zipper of the catsuit, while another gently pulled out a breast from behind the cloth. “You are almost making it harder to resist fucking you right here and right now.”

His massive tongue rolled out of his mouth. He lowered his head but kept his eyes on me. Bakugo wrapped the tip of the tongue around my exposed nipple. The foreign sensation made my body shiver. I felt myself arching into his mouth. I wanted more. As if reading my mind, Bakugo lowered his hot mouth onto the bud. He sucked him tenderly, moving his head up and down as he went. I brought my finger to my head and dug them into his hair. My moans filled the room as my body shook with anticipation. His thick fingers inched down my navel and into my waist band. He slid them under my panties and over my sex, before dipping them into my folds.

“I barely even touched you and you are already so wet for me,” he purred, circling my clit slowly. “My Empress, you are so easy to please.”

“Please stop toying with me,” I groaned, moving my hips against his hand. “It’s been so long since I. . . and John wasn’t all that good at it anyway.”

He grimaced at the name. “Let’s not even mention his name.” Bakugo’s fingers slid further down my womanhood and gently pushed into my entrance. “We’ll deal with him at a later time. Let’s just focus on this. Me toying with this tight, sticky pussy of yours.”

He pushed his fingers even deeper and pressed the pads on the roof of my cunt. I gasped loudly and took hold of his robe. Curses spilled from my lips as his digits pumped in and out of me at a beautiful speed. His fingertips were gently massaging my growing g-spot and my walls continued to ooze as a result. Another one of his hands dipped into the waistband. His index and middle finger rested on either side of my clit, while his thumb gently stroked it. Pleasurable sensations were erupting all over my body. My hips were moving on their own, constantly rubbing against his hands, wanting to feel everything. I could feel the pleasure build in the pit of my stomach. My walls started to clench his walls for longer periods the more he fingered my cunt. Suddenly, without warning, Bakugo added a third finger to the mix. Pushing into my slick hole and making me squeal in surprise. There was an interesting burn erupting within my walls.

I pulled on his robe once again, forcing his lips onto mine. Our tongues twirled and danced in each other’s mouths. Eventually, they even fought for dominance. It was then that I felt his fingers move even faster, practically hammering my g-spot. The sheer force of his thrusts moved my lower half on the bed. My hands fell from his robe and my face turned away from his. Deep, throaty pants escaped my throat as the orgasm made a swift appearance. My legs began to tremble as my thighs clenched Bakugo’s hands. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my mouth formed a massive 'o' shape. Liquid shot from my tender center and sprayed all over the silk sheets.

"Oh…. Fuuuuuck….." I slurred, grinding my hips on his digits.

The emperor maintained his treacherous movements, making the peak last even longer. He didn't stop until my body stopped shaking against his arms. But, by then, my slick coated his palms and was creating quite the wet spot underneath my ass. He slipped his fingers out. They wrinkled from the activity— my juices were stringy around the digits and made them rather sticky.

The emperor smiled. "I can already tell that pussy is gonna be the death of me," he said, slipping the fingers into his mouth. He moaned at the taste. "You even taste sweet."

I allowed my back to crash against the bed and kept my eyes trained on the ceiling as I caught my breath. "Holy shit," I said in disbelief. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard before."

His hot mouth pressed hot kisses against my breasts, up my neck, and finally to my lips. He fondled my nipple as his tongue explored my mouth for the millionth time tonight. When he pulled away, Emperor Bakugo had a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Don't get too comfortable," he chirped.

With a snap of his finger, the remaining clothes on our bodies vanished into thin air. Leaving us both stark naked. And, just like his arms, Bakugo had two members. Both are thick, girthy, and rippled with veins. They were approximately the size of my forearm. Pre-cum made their tips bright and shiny. The longer I looked at them, the more I wanted to touch them. Taste them. Fill my cunt with them. Surely, I wasn’t prepared to take them both at the same time. Anal was something I truly never tried and didn't feel the need to. However, I was pretty sure there were positions to accommodate both members.

"We are just getting started."

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a/n: The full scene is posted on my Ko-fi page. This piece was literally seventeen pages, single-spaced. Meaning it was 13k words in total. Only y'all can get this outta me because I would have NEVER done this for myself lol

Lemme know if y'all like longer fics versus the standard (which is about three 2k-3k).

Vote for the next piece by commenting on this post, Ko-Fi, or you could send me a pm /ask!

We have:

Dhampir(Half Vampire/Half Human) Shoto x Reader----> y/n finds his coffin in her new house (roommate au)

BullHydrid!AllSmite x Reader---> She inherits a farm from her family and All Smite is the mean/rude farm hand (enemies to lovers)

Ghost!Aizawa x reader---> a long-haired ghost lives in y/n's closet and occasionally steals the pillows off her bed.

pls pls pls comment! I love to hear your thoughts and feedback. And lemme know if y'all want a part two!

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frickingnerd · 7 months

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being catra's rival

pairing: catra x gn!reader (+adora)

tags: jealousy, rivals to friends

you're a close friend of adora and obviously your friendship with her makes catra quite jealous

so jealous that she views you as her rivals or a threat when it comes to her own relationship with adora

catra tries to get between you and adora, in more than one way

she always clings to adora, trying to be by her side all the time, just so that you can't have time with her

and if you do approach her, she pulls adora away from you!

aside from that, catra will negatively talk about you when adora is around, hoping to get adora to dislike you

though adora always scolds catra for her behavior and really wants the two of you to get along…

catra is very resistant to become your friend, but since adora wants you two to get along, she'll at least try it

the more time catra spends with you, the more she realizes that you're not as bad as she always thought, nor are you trying to take adora away from her

it's really hard for her to admit that she was wrong, but eventually you'll get a halfhearted apology from her, grumbling about how you're actually pretty okay…

#spop catra x reader #spop catra #spop x reader #spop #she ra and the princesses of power #she ra #x reader #catra x reader #catradora #headcanons #fluff #angst #rivals to friends #enemies to friends #hcs #x you #x y/n #x gn reader

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rk-tmblr · 17 days

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<Hurry up, Miya. The silent's being too creepy here where you're supposed to be and I cannot stand it anymore.

>Woah Omi-kun, ya surely have a weird way to admit you're missin' me...

<I do not miss you. I want you, Miya. So get a move on.

From my (soon to be) SakuAtsu Fanfiction.

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audhd-nightwing · 1 year

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punk!steve and metalhead eddie but they have a rivalry

steve talking about how punk music is so much better than metal (he doesn’t actually care, he just loves to rile eddie up because it’s easy/fun)

steve pretending to know nothing about heavy metal (who’s ozzy osborne?) just so eddie will passionately ramble about it to him.

it’s pretty much his way of flirting. he could just ask eddie out, but this is way more entertaining.

it all comes to a head when eddie teaches steve how to play the electric guitar (he absolutely already knows how to but there’s no way in hell he’s telling eddie that)

after a few different times practicing with eddie while they hang out, steve decides he should just go for it and asks to play a song for the metalhead.

eddie, of course, enthusiastically agrees. what he doesn’t expect is for steve to play like a goddamn expert and he especially doesn’t expect it to be his (current) favorite heavy metal song.

steve avoids looking at eddie the whole time until he’s finished and peers up to see the metalhead sitting with his mouth hanging open in shock.

steve laughs a bit, which snaps eddie out of his trance, and puts the guitar back before flopping onto the bed next to the other man.

realization slowly dawns on eddie’s face, causing steve to laugh harder and eddie to hit him with a pillow.

“you asshole! you knew how to play this whole time? and you know a fucking Black Sabbath song??” eddie accuses.

steve’s smile turns sheepish and he rubs the back of his neck nervously.

“uh, yeah. it’s just fun to get you all riled up and passionate.” he shrugs, embarrassed. eddie looks bewildered.

“wh- what? why??” he asks.

“oh, um. i just think it’s really cute- you’re really cute,” he replies a bit awkwardly.

eddie gawks at him again, which really isn’t doing wonders for his nerves. before he can backtrack, however, eddie is resting a hand on his face and pulling him in determinately.

steve all but falls onto eddie’s lap, but he really doesn’t mind if it means eddie keeps kissing him.

#punk steve au #punk steve harrington #metalhead x punk #rivals to friends #friends to idiots in love #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie au #steddie drabble #don’t ask me what song it is #idfk #some black sabbath song

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 10 months

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Whump Prompt #1168

@cyborg0109 Asked:

Do you have any prompts for 2 inseparable besties who both get mind wiped, become rivals, then one gets injured and the other one is like FINE I’ll help you and then they get their memories back.

I love how specific this is.

Sure:

A isn’t sure what compels them to help B. But they do it anyway. They try to tell themselves that its out of the goodness of their heart... not because B looks so pathetic... and oddly endearing.

Maybe it’s an existing scar/the nature of B’s injuries that brings the memories back. Its sudden and jarring and they can’t help but double over.

Suddenly they’re doing everything they can do to help. B’s name is imprinted on their brain, as is the way they’ve been treating each other. A is racked with guilt. Maybe they immediately text C ‘I remember’ to which C replies: ‘I’m on my way, where's B?’ - ‘With me’

B is still an amnesiac, and fighting against the help.

Desperate, A starts pointing at different aspects of B’s body (because the used to be so close they knew everything about each other.)

“[date] you fell over and sliced your knee on a rock, I remember your mother was so mad... You got that one when we were kids, [kid] pushed you off the gym equipment...”

B looks at them blankly.

“Please... you have to remember. [Nickname] you have to remember me!”

At the nickname, recognition comes into B’s eyes. Then they pass out.

#whump #writing #prompts #angst #ideas #amnesia #friends to rivals #rivals to friends #memory wipe #memory loss #resisting help #scars #reluctant caretaker #passing out

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kuzure-collapse · 6 months

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Forget academic rivals, what about martial rivals?

Because I’ve been into martial arts recently

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Both the strongest members of their respective dojos/schools

They meet through their juniors, who encourage them to spar each other

A lot of jokingly shit talking each other’s art, hinting at a showdown

“Ours is more practical”

“I could take you down in seconds, low dif”

Their juniors become friends and start pushing them closer

“You guys should talk to each other”

“I was talking to X and they said this about you, haha”

“Y asked me to ask you…”

One asks the other to meet outside the dojo to “discuss” about which art is better

Now they’re demonstrating finishing moves in the middle of a cafe while bystanders watch in confusion

Both nerding out about martial arts and realizing they get along well

Learning each others motivations and training, helping each other with injury recovery, sharing tips

Learning about the other’s martial art, attending each other’s practices, gaining a newfound respect

Eventually start talking about their lives outside the dojo owo

Walking to practice together afterwards, their juniors see them arrive together and start giggling

But the real bonding comes from finally fighting each other, juniors watching them go at it in amazement

Getting meals/hitting the convenience store together post-practice, their juniors think of them as parents

One challenges the other to a fight alone? How intimate.

Sneaking into a practice room to spar each other. Wonder where that’ll go…

#prompts #rivals to lovers #fanfic #enemies to lovers #rivals to friends #otp #martial arts au

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aimy-yacks · 27 days

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✩Sketches of the day !✩

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

(Click on the drawings for better quality)

My OC Wizz, her and Yakko, and Dot !

I think this is one of the rare times I don't draw Dot being grumpy or straight up wanting to kill someone

Fun fact at the beginning, Wizz and Yakko could not stand each other beforr they eventually grew inseperable

Rivals to twins lol

#animaniacs #animaniacs 2020 #animaniacs reboot #yakko warner #dot warner #wizz warner #rivals to siblings #rivals to friends #paper art #warner bros #my art #my post #oc and canon #animaniacs oc #oc #oc art

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thatguyatthetypewriter · 1 year

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Random Prompt n°45

"All I hear is bullshit-"

"All I see is a coward."

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be-with-me-so-happily · 1 year

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Not What We Bargained For

PART 2 of 2

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Summary: Harry dislikes YN. She dislikes him. As long as they avoid each other, they can manage to be in the same office. But an unexpected work trip creates more tension than anticipated.

A/N: Well, the people have spoken and I am more than happy to have listened! Hopefully those of you who enjoyed the first part will enjoy this part just as much.

>> Warnings: 18+ ONLY: Some explicit language, workplace rivalry & jealousy, alcohol consumption, SMUT - oral (male receiving), fingering, unprotected penetration

~~~~~

YN knows Harry's not her biggest fan, and she really doesn't know what she did to make him hate her so much, but she's accepted the fact that working closely with Harry just isn't a pleasant experience.

This work trip has been no exception. It wasn't the original plan for her to be there, but she idiotically assumed he would at least appreciate the help. She was wrong.

The way he cut her off during the meeting, and scolded her afterwards, she really shouldn't be surprised.

She was worried he'd be snappy again this morning, since she had heard him tossing and turning during the night, but his mood is completely different. He's smiling, joking, and even winked a couple of times. It's totally throwing her off and she's not really sure how to handle it.

But she knows Harry hates her, and that the friendliness is just due to the fact that he is closing the deal today. At least things will be pleasant, if it keeps going this way.

~~~~~

Harry knows that the YN in his dream was not the real one. What she said and did was only what he had created in his mind for her to say and do. The way he would've wanted her to.

But that's the thing. Now he knows he wants it and he can't stop thinking about it. Does her skin feel as smooth as it looked before she got into her bed? What do her lips actually taste like? Are they as soft as he imagined? How would his name sound if she moaned it while he touched her?

A few of those questions cause a heat to rise in his body, and he is thankful she is getting changed in the bathroom so he can calm the sudden twitch between his legs. Not in the way he'd like to, because if he's honest, the only way he really wants to resolve it involves her. For now he just has to will it away.

As soon as she exits the bathroom, Harry stands up from the bed, getting a quick glance at her before she glances her eyes up to him.

"We have a little bit of time before we need to be there." He walks a little closer to her and can sense her breathing quickens. He thinks he might be making her flustered, and he likes it. "Want to grab some coffee and a bite to eat first?"

He notices her just staring, and he raises an eyebrow as he waits for an answer he thought would come easily to her. Either a yes or a no.

"Fine." She shrugs, turning away from him as she quickly grabs her bag and begins to exit the hotel room. "We can go over… your… plan for the meeting."

~~~~~

"Mr. Styles, I'm just having a few doubts about this section of the contract." Mr. Tills states, pointing down to the paperwork in front of him.

Both Harry and YN lean closer, one on each side of the potential new client, as they read over the words that seem to be making him hesitant.

"Well-" They both utter at the same time, causing YN's gaze to shoot up at him and be met with a cheeky smirk. Her brow furrows in confusion at his gesture and he feels a small pain in his chest.

"Go ahead, Ms. YLN." Harry encourages, hoping to redeem himself for the scolding he had given her during the last meeting. Even before he had that tantalizing dream last night, he had laid in bed and gone over the day's events, remembering the expression of embarrassment she displayed. He originally attributed it to her pride, but ever since then he thinks he may have been wrong.

Her eyes widen at his approval and she gives a quick bite of her bottom lip, which thankfully the businessman seated next to her cannot see. But as Harry matches her gesture, she straightens up and clears her throat, focusing back on the client and the questions he needs answered.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Tills, this just means…"

Harry sits back in his chair, becoming enamored by the way she so easily explains things to this man. She is using simple words to help with understanding, without being condescending. She gives straightforward answers, but with all the necessary details. She really is good at her job, and Harry regrets not knowing that sooner.

If they can learn to work together better, they can work together more, and they can be an unstoppable team. Together.

And, of course, he cannot overlook the fact that he would much rather look at her than Doug. Her hair is down like it was last night, flawless no matter where it lays, and her lips are glossed just enough to make them shine. They look so soft, and move so seductively. He wants to be closer to them, to her. Especially in that burgundy blazer, matching pants, and a black silk camisole. It fits her body so well. He wonders, so inconveniently at this moment, if she is wearing a thong underneath, like he had envisioned during his dream in the very early hours of the morning.

"I see. Yes. Thank you for clearing that up."

Harry is snapped out of his YN-centered thoughts at his client's statement.

"Well, I think we've gone over everything then." Mr. Tills states, swiping his pen along the last few pages of the contract. "The two of you are quite a team! I look forward to working with you more."

"Thank you so much Mr. Tills." Harry replies, smiling at YN, and gathering the paperwork before shaking the man's hand. "We both look forward to it as well."

~~~~~

"We should… grab a drink." Harry suggests, a small and subtle smirk appearing at the corner of his lips, as they settle back into their hotel room.

"What?"

"To celebrate."

"Oh, right." YN clears the lump in her throat. "The 'Styles way'… so… sure."

"Your enthusiasm is overwhelming." He chuckles, shaking his head with sarcasm, but feeling a slight amount of disappointment build up in his chest. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"Oh! No, I'll go. A drink sounds nice." She replies, still a little stunned by his suggestion. She's usually very good at problem-solving, it's what makes her so good at her job, but she cannot figure out the reason behind this sudden kindness he seems to be extending to her.

"Great!" He grins. "I kinda wanna get outta these rags though. S'alright if I take a shower and change first?"

"Oh. Yeah."

Her mind is racing as he grabs his toiletries and heads to the bathroom. He's being so nice, and it's probably just the excitement of closing the deal, but it is still throwing her off, as has been basically all day.

She rummages through her suitcase to find an appropriate outfit, wondering what the hell she should wear to get a drink with the coworker who hates her, but is suddenly being cordial. She doesn't realize how long she's been staring at her clothes until she hears the shower turn off, and a growl comes from Harry.

"Shit! Umm… YN…?"

"Yeah…" She awkwardly replies.

"I forgot my change of clothes." He clears his throat. "I need to come out to grab them."

"Okay." She responds, shrugging her shoulders as if he can see the gesture.

"So that means I need to come out in my towel."

Her heart stops for a moment. She's never even seen Harry in casual clothing, and now he will be walking around with a rectangle piece of cotton wrapped around his body.

"Oh. Okay."

She hears the door open and keeps her eyes fixed on her pile of clothes, pretending to search for something to wear even though she has it already picked out.

"Are you gonna shower too?" He asks, causing her to whip her head around to him, and a blush immediately fills her cheeks.

She was hoping his body would be ugly in some way, even though she knew that was not going to be the case. He's attractive, she's always thought that, and everyone else in the office would agree. But the sight before her is something even more gorgeous than she could've imagined.

His chest, stomach, and arms are riddled with tattoos. She would have never known that, had it not been for this moment. He has always worn a suit. A very nice, perfectly fitted suit. But, admittedly, she finds that the tattoos make him even more attractive. There's a cross necklace sitting perfectly on his chest between two inked sparrows, and his muscles are sculpted like a monument. Even his wet curly locks manage to lay in such a beautifully effortless manner.

And then there's the towel. The towel that wraps around his waist just below two fern leaf tattoos, and her mind can't help but wonder what been covered underneath.

"YN? Are you gonna take a shower?" His question, and the sound of his suitcase, snap her out of those enticing thoughts.

"Yeah. Yes." She gulps, hoping he didn't catch her staring, as she quickly grabs her stuff. "I'll, yeah, go do that now."

"M'gonna just change out here then."

He chuckles as he notices the blush on her cheeks and her sudden frazzled demeanor. He saw her gaze fixate on his body, but if she were the one in the towel, he'd do the same thing. Unfortunately for him, he won't get to see that, because she remembered to take her change of clothes into the bathroom.

YN's thoughts ignite a heat inside as she turns on the shower, unable to shake the vision of what Harry would look like naked. Though, there wasn't much left to imagine.

She's heard rumors around the office, brushing them off since that's never been information she's needed, cared about, or considered as anything but gossip. But now, as she's alone in the bathroom, it's all she can think about.

None of it is appropriate. Not only is he a coworker, not that it would truly matter, but he hates her. That wouldn't suddenly change. Sure, he's being pleasant now, but once the high from the successful deal wears off and they go back to the office, things will go back to the way they were.

She quickly washes off, realizing she hasn't actually done any of her shower routine yet, and needs to hurry as to not keep Harry waiting much longer.

After she steps out and dries off, she throws on a pair of nice jeans and an off-the-shoulder top, finishing with a light layer of makeup.

She walks out of the bathroom to see Harry looking in the wall mirror, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, leaving the top three buttons undone. He's always looked good in his suits, but the tease of his sparrow tattoos and his more casual outfit is something else altogether.

He spins around and she notices he gives her outfit a quick glance up and down, probably examining whether she is dressed appropriately, which she does second guess after seeing how good he looks.

"You look nice." He states, not even attempting to hide the act of his top teeth biting down on his bottom lip. "Really good."

"Oh. Thank you." She clears her throat, almost stunned by his compliment, surprised by both the blush that instantly forms on her cheeks, and the look in his eyes that she would almost describe as desire. "You do too."

"Ready?" He asks, putting on a watch and a few rings to match.

"I just…" She points down by the foot of her bed. "Just have to put on my heels."

She proceeds to strap her feet in, trying to compose herself before grabbing her clutch, and leading the way out through the hotel room door.

The two walk down the hallway in silence towards the elevator, and again in silence waiting for it to reach their floor.

As the doors open and she begins to enter, his warm hand lays gently on the small of her back, causing her to tense up for a quick moment.

He pushes the button and leans against the back wall, arms casually across his body and his cologne swirls around her.

She leans her shoulder against the side wall, staring at the elevator doors, and shaking all of these random, inappropriate thoughts out of her head. This is Harry after all. Harry, who she works with. Harry, who basically scolded her yesterday for trying to help. Harry, who hates her, and who seems to have no reason to feel any other way.

It doesn't matter what he looks, what he smells like, what sudden and random and small amount of amiability he is throwing her way today. It doesn't matter how heat pooled between her legs at the sight of him half naked. He is still Harry, and Harry still hates her.

So why does she all of a sudden feel him standing behind her, his breath softly hitting the back of her neck? And why is it causing her heart to race and her knees to feel weak?

~~~~~

"How about two tequila shots?" Harry asks, his lips pulling in and eyes going wide as they both sit on stools at the bar.

"Tequila?" She groans.

"This is my celebration, right?" He teases, nudging her arm with his elbow as he sends her a wink, then grabbing the attention of the bartender to order their drinks.

Even though she's wondering why he's acting this way, she does like seeing him so relaxed, so happy, and dare she say, even a bit flirty. If they actually got along, she'd be extremely flattered and giddy.

"You're right. We are doing it the 'Styles way', so… tequila shots it is." She shrugs, watching as a grin spreads widely across his face, and causing his dimples to cave in deeply. She sees how he can win anyone over, and if she didn't know any better, she'd think that's what he is trying to do to her.

"Cheers!" Harry exclaims, grabbing a shot glass as soon as it's placed in front of them. They clink together and he smiles against the rim as her face contorts into one of disgust when she takes the liquid down.

"Oh god. The 'Styles way' is… painful." She whines, wiping a drop of tequila from her lips. She looks up to be met with Harry's entrancing dimples again, and her breath stops for a moment. How strong is this tequila? Because she is already feeling hot and bothered.

"Should we have another?" He asks, and she figures it might be worth it if it can help her to relax. She nods and he signals the bartender again, catching glimpses of her from the side of his eye whenever he gets the chance. She looks so good, yet somewhat uncomfortable, and he wants to remedy that.

The glasses are placed in front of them again, and they raise them up as Harry sarcastically clears his throat to make a toast.

"To… us! And… our… successful trip! Yeah?"

He smiles and shrugs, playfully, as he brings the glass to his lips. He's smiling, but there's something that's bothering her, something that she needs to get off her chest.

"You know…" She takes her next shot and furrows her brow. "Just because I wasn't originally assigned to work on this with you, doesn't mean I would've ruined it for you."

"Oh, umm, yeah…" Harry stutters, taken aback by the sudden change of demeanor and tone in her voice. He had sensed she was uncomfortable but didn't expect this.

"I get that you are the top guy or whatever, but I work hard too."

"Okay." He replies, unable to get any other words out due to the sudden confrontation.

"I try to give ideas that'll help everyone, I try to take all the assignments that no one wants to do…" She pinches the bridge of her nose before swiftly dropping it and looking back at him. "I worked on three accounts with Susan. Nobody likes Susan!"

"I like Sus-"

"Fuck off, no you don't."

Harry can't help but laugh. He knows she was just correcting him, but he loves her banter. If it weren't the completely wrong moment, he'd tell her she looks cute when she's mad.

"No, you're right, she's terrible."

Another frown appears on her brow and he can see her jaw clench tightly.

"Yeah, well… you're difficult to impress anyway."

"What?"

"Nevermind." She utters, turning back towards the bartender to signal for another round. She crosses her arms around herself, and Harry can see how quickly her chest is moving as she tries to catch her breath.

"Tell me." He responds, unintentionally reaching out to her chin and turning her head to look at him. Her breath hitches and expression softens for a moment. He inhales deeply, as the first real touch of her skin, and the gentle yet passionate look in her eyes, sends a spark through his veins. His hand drops and he clears his throat, continuing to keep his eye contact as he scoots a little closer. "Please."

Her eyes shoot down to his hand and back up to his face, a little stunned that he touched her, and with such tenderness. Her mind is scrambling to figure out why he did it, because she liked it.

"It's… it's just that… well, you're an asshole." She states bluntly.

"Oh, okay." He chuckles.

"Well, you don't like me for some reason, and you don't want to work with me…"

"Right. Well, I didn't know I was missing out on all this." He replies sarcastically as he points between the two of them.

"See? There it is again." She rolls her eyes, even though she holds back a smirk, actually being entertained by his witty comeback. "I'm gonna need another round."

"Allow me." Harry smirks as he gets his wallet out, wanting more than anything to keep this night going, to spend more time with her like this. The longer they interact, the more he is enchanted by her, and maybe he can prove her wrong.

"Wow, Styles, a gentlemanly gesture?" She quips, causing a grin to spread across his face.

"It was bound to happen sometime."

~~~~~

The night is actually going well. After a couple more shots and a lot of laughs, the two of them are finally getting along. Of course, the alcohol is helping.

Harry regrets never seeing YN like this. She's smart, fun, and sexy. The way her hair flows around her is angelic, and the lavender and vanilla scent that washes over him when she moves is delicious. He sneaks glimpses of her body whenever she turns away, her outfit hugging every curve perfectly.

As she plants her last shot glass down on the bar counter, she looks over to Harry to continue their current conversation.

"Okay, well if we're gonna talk about 'office hookups' then get this…" She pauses, quickly noticing his tongue slide over his lips while he shoots his gaze down to hers for a moment, and she feels yet another blush rising up. "Umm, so… yeah, did you know… that Doug has been hooking up with Betty?"

"Betty? From accounting?" He asks.

"Mhmm." She nods, giggling as she sees his jaw drop down and his gorgeous green eyes grow wide. She's beginning to wonder how long it would take to make her way out if she got lost in them.

"He's twenty-six. Isn't she like… forty?"

"The heart wants what the heart wants I guess." She shrugs, and finds herself unintentionally winking, holding her breath when he winks back.

Harry wants YN, that much he knows for sure.

"Makes me wonder if he isn't actually sick with the flu…" He crosses his arms, pulling one index and thumb to pinch his lip, a mischievous smirk on his face. "Maybe he just has… Betty fever…"

She lets out a loud laugh, bending over slightly and grabbing onto his forearm as she does. The touch gets his heart pumping faster.

"You wouldn't have to be here with me if he could just keep it in his pants."

"But we're getting along..." He states, displaying a wide grin.

"Oh, we're getting along now?" She giggles, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah. M'glad you're here actually, instead of Doug. I like being around you. A lot."

"Wait, what?" She scoffs, watching as his face provides no hint of sarcasm. "I think you've had enough to drink, Styles."

"M'serious, YN." He furrows his brow.

"Oh, come on..."

"I am!" He exclaims, running his hand through his perfectly tousled curls, somehow managing for them to still lay in exactly the right way. He scoots closer, causing YN's breath to hitch as she takes in his scent.

"Harry… come on… I appreciate the gesture, but I know you don't, and it's fine. We can enjoy the victory, drink, and then go bac-"

"YN, m'tryna say, m'sorry for being an asshole. I was wrong about you. You're fun, and smart. Honestly, I probably wouldn't have gotten the account without you." He replies, watching intently to gauge her reaction, feeling a thumping in his chest as he can sense her warmth.

"Harry..." She replies, crossing her arms around her waist, partly expecting some sort of sarcastic comment, but also slightly enjoying an actual compliment from him being directed at her.

"You impressed them, YN. And…" He admits, his heartbeat racing more now as her attention stays on him. "You impressed me."

He takes a step towards her once again, close enough for her to feel his warmth, but her body freezes. His breath is quickening and so is hers, as he stares down to her lips for yet another time tonight, wanting nothing more than to feel them against his.

"Everything about you does."

Her thoughts are racing. Is he just complimenting her work skills, or is it something more? She wants it to be something more. She can feel him, so close, and her body heat starts rising. But it can't be what she thinks it is, or what she hopes it is. She has to get a grasp on things, on herself, and clear her thoughts.

"I, uh… I think I'm gonna… head back."

"Oh. You don't want another shot?"

"Umm, no. Thank you. I'll just… see you back in the room." She replies, swiftly getting off the barstool, completely flustered and thrown off. She grabs her bag, leaving some cash, and begins to walk away.

"Wait. Shit. YN." Harry responds hurriedly, his footsteps quickly following behind.

"Hey, YN, hold on."

Right before reaching the elevator, her heel gives out and she stumbles. Suddenly, Harry's strong hands grab onto her waist to steady her. If her thoughts were bouncing around and the drinks weren't taking control of her body, she would hear how unsteady his breathing has become, and how hard he nervously just swallowed down the lump in his throat.

She lets out a huff, confused and flustered, and even a little angry at all these conflicting feelings for him. And all these conflicting actions from him.

He spins her around to face him, his palms still holding her waist and his deep green eyes staring into hers. Her breath hitches as she notices his gaze drop to her lips again, and then his tongue licks his own, which has been happening a lot tonight.

"What are you trying to accomplish, Styles?"

"What do you mean?"

Her gaze drops down to where his warm hands are gripping her, gently and safely, but also seemingly determined and purposeful.

"I'm… trying to keep you from snapping your ankle and falling to the floor." He responds, flickering his gaze all over her face to decipher any clue she might be giving about how she feels. All he's wanted to do all night is be this close to her, closer in fact, and if catching her is how he'll get it, then he'll take it.

"No… I mean… well, yes thank you…" She stutters out, finding it much harder to articulate her point than she thought it would be. "But… you're being so… nice! And… I don't know, but like, what the fuck? Why?"

"A guy can't be nice, and enjoy a night out, YN?"

She brings her hands up, not immediately realizing that they are pressing against Harry's chest until her focus clears up to find a smug look on his face, as his eyes stay stare down.

"Not you!" She quickly responds, balling up her fists against him, composing herself as much as possible to be as clear and deliberate with her next statement. "Not you with me! You're never nice to me! You hate me! You always have! And now all of a sudden you're just being nice, and complimenting me, and getting so… close? I don't get it! And it's just so confusing because it's like… why are you staring at my lips like you wanna k-"

Her sentence is cut short as Harry's palms swiftly cup both of her cheeks and his lips press firmly against hers. For those few seconds, she loses all clarity and indulges in the sweet but sensual pressure of his lips. Now she knows what they feel like, and even in her intoxicated state, she probably won't forget the feeling.

He pulls away and they both exhale heavily.

"What the-" She begins to whisper, interrupted by the elevator doors opening.

They both head in, tucking themselves in the back corner, away from the older couple on the other side. Harry continues to face her, still staring into her eyes, and causing an increase in her heart rate. She's worried he can read her thoughts with the way his piercing gaze burns into her.

She opens her mouth to speak, but he shakes his head, placing one hand back on her waist and giving it a gentle squeeze. The touch alone sends shivers down her spine. The questions she had are seeming to dissipate.

The doors open to their floor, and he guides her out of the elevator by placing a hand on her back. In a daze, she silently leads the way to their room.

They walk inside and she turns around to face him as he closes the door, finally regaining a bit of her clarity.

"What the hell was that?"

He quickly closes the distance between them, but despite her shocked expression, and much to Harry's surprise, she doesn't move.

He steps closer, leaving them an inch or two apart, exchanging quick breaths that mix between them.

Her heart begins to race as her gaze drops to his lips, seeing his tongue peek out to lick his own.

"I don't hate you, YN." He smirks. "I want you. So fucking bad."

"Wh-... What?" She utters, unsure if her words were loud enough for him to hear. Her head is spinning, but in a way that she can distinguish is not from those drinks.

He gently places his palms on her hips again and leans his mouth close to her ear, letting out a heavy breath.

"I want you." He whispers, pulling back with a smirk, flickering his gaze between her eyes, lips, and neck. "God, if only you knew what I really want to do with you right now."

A spark shoots through her body at his statement, seeing his eyes full of lust, and the warmth from his palms radiating to her core. She breathes out heavily, acknowledging that electricity has been charging between them this entire day, and now she can't deny that she wants him too. She wants him just as badly.

"So do it."

With a loud grunt, he suddenly spins them around, walking her backwards a few steps until her back is flush with the wall. His body presses into hers as he wraps one arm behind her back and the other holds the back of her neck.

He smiles as he exhales, placing his lips along her jaw, and moving them down her neck.

She grabs his biceps and lets out a breathy moan, causing the pressure of his kisses to increase.

One hand moves around from her hip, sliding along the top hem of her jeans, and stopping at her front button. It takes him no time to undo it and pull down the zipper, causing excitement to race through her at the thought of how good he must be with his hands.

His large, warm palm smooths its way into her jeans and runs along the outside of her panties, extracting a breathy moan from her lips as she pulls away from his.

He is savoring every second of this already. He doesn't even care now if this is another wet dream, she's delicious and he doesn't intend on stopping, or second-guessing.

Especially as she reaches down and begins to rub her hand over the bulge in his pants that's been yearning for her. The touch alone sends him spinning and his fingers dip into her panties, running up and down her center, as he finds out what he's doing to her.

"You're so wet, YN." He chuckles in a low, deep tone. "So wet for me, yeah?"

"Yes." She whispers in reply, squirming and aching for him to give her more. "For you… yes."

"All for me. I like that. And… m'hard for you." He admits, running his lips down her neck and across her shoulder, purposefully sucking to leave distinctive marks of what's currently taking place. Proof that this pleasurable moment was real for the both of them.

The statement sends a wave of excitement through her and she grabs onto his bulge through his pants.

"Bloody hell." He growls, nuzzling his head into her shoulder and placing his lips firmly in that one spot. He dips his fingers into her pussy, the slick noise giving him a strong boost to his ego.

"Oh my god." She moans, as he curls his fingers and instantly finds that tender spot that sends her in a daze. She moans out again and he repeats those motions, perfectly each time.

"Harry…"

"Fuck." He utters. "Say it again. Sounds so sexy when you moan my name."

"Harry… please…"

"What is it you're wanting?"

"You." She whispers, not entirely sure what she's asking for, just knowing she wants more of whatever he wants to give her. "I want you."

"Wanna feel me deep inside of you?"

She simply nods, unable to even utter her desires to him, with her mouth dropped open and her eyes squeezed shut.

"You'll have it, baby. I'll give it to you." He moans in her ear. "I'll give you all of it."

He pulls out his fingers and brings them up to his mouth, locking eyes with her as he licks off everything that they are covered in.

He grabs her hand and begins to pull her off the wall, but she pulls him right back into her.

"I want you to fuck me right here." She proclaims, biting her lower lip as she watches his pupils expand. "Fuck me raw.

"For fucks sake!" He breathes out, doing his best not to fall to his knees at her words. "You want it that bad?"

"I don't want to give you the satisfaction of answering that." She quips.

"Oh we'll both be satisfied when we're done, darling. I'll make sure of that."

If she weren't being held up by the wall behind her, and the strikingly gorgeous man pressed up in front of her, she'd be melting. His words alone seem to be sending her body into a frenzy, and the lustful look in his eyes just adds to the excitement coursing through her.

"Prove it." She teases, causing his lips to smash against hers again with a new veracity.

He draws back, moving his lips across her shoulder before kneeling and sliding her jeans and panties off. She was, in fact, wearing a thong, and his dick twitch. He kisses up her legs as he gracefully removes her heels, impressing her even that much more. She removes her shirt as he removes his, then helps him unbutton his pants as he hastily wriggles out of them, his hard dick springing out at the sudden freedom.

She can't help but stare. She's heard the rumors, and she felt him through his pants. But seeing his gorgeous naked body and his thick, throbbing dick on display in front of her sends every ounce of blood rushing to her core. She wants him badly. So badly. And by the determined look in his eyes, she knows she won't have to wait much longer to have him.

He stands in front of her, both with shallow breaths and rapid heart rates. She places her hands on his toned, tattooed chest and bites her lip at how firm it feels. It is strong, and inviting, and even sexier than what she had imagined while taking her shower.

But her mind is taken off his chest and travels down along with her hands, down his abs and hips, until she is kneeling in front of him.

"I thought…" He breathes out. "I thought you wanted me inside of you…"

She grabs his base and looks innocently up to him through her lashes. "I just want a taste first."

He throws his head back as her lips touch his most sensitive skin. He thought about this, he dreamed about this, but he never imagined it would actually feel like this.

"Oh… fuck, that feels good!" He moans, grabbing her hair tightly as the nails of her free hand dig slightly into his thigh.

She glides her tongue up his length, licking his tip before taking him all in again. She begins to pull back, and then takes him even deeper, causing a shaky breath to leave his lips as he hits the back of her throat.

"You're… fuck… you're so good at that." He throws his head back and exhales. "And taking me so… so well."

She pops off him for a moment and smirks as she sees the pleasure plastered all over his face.

"That good huh?"

"So good." He answers, tilting his head down to see the beautiful sight of her knelt down in front of him, her lips plump and her cheeks red. "But… m'not gonna last if you keep doing that."

He releases her hair and she kisses her way up his body, sucking harder on his shoulder and the base of his neck, but she stops as she feels Harry's hands squeezing on her ass and his teeth nibbling at her earlobe.

"Will you turn around, baby?"

She nods and does what he asks, resting her forearms on the wall, bending at her waist, and pushing out towards Harry.

His breath stops for a moment at the sight of her. Her body is so enticing and he can't wait to get more of it. He runs both hands up her back, reveling in the smoothness of her skin. It's so smooth and he knew it would be. He holds her hip in one hand, and grabs the base of his cock with the other, giving himself a few pumps before he runs his tip against her entrance. He's coated in her immediately and he hums as she lets out a subtle, but sensual exhale.

He guides himself slowly and a shudder takes over her body at the feel of his thick cock sliding against her walls. He isn't even fully inside of her yet and she is already feeling her knees get weak.

"Oh my god." She utters, each syllable drawn out as sensation takes over her. Every inch of him is touching every inch of her, and he is stretching her in the best way possible. "It… it feels so good."

"Tell me what feels good."

"You." She whispers, dropping her head between her arms as he hits the deepest part of her. "You feel so… mmm… so good in me."

"I like being in you." He replies, beginning to pump in faster as he grabs both hips to keep her ass against him.

"Oh god, Harry!" She can't help the loud moan that leaves her lips as his hand runs up her body, resting it on the back of her neck.

Hearing his name come from her mouth gets him wild, just like it did in his dream. But this is so much better, and he wants to hear it over and over and over, so he thrusts harder and harder.

"I think you were made to take my dick, YN."

As she moans again, he knows he loves to hear it, but now he also wants to watch it. He slows his pace and smirks as he hears her whimper.

"Hold on, baby, I wanna see you." He runs his hands up and down her sides one more time before pulling out and guiding her by the hips to turn around.

She looks as if she is in a blissful daze and it sends goosebumps all over his skin. She's liking it, and he's the one doing it for her. In his dream, it went so fast, but now he's gonna savor as much of this as he can.

She feels his palms grab the backs of her thighs and his strong arms, ones that could be sculpted in marble, pulling and holding her up so her back is flush against the wall again. She instantly wraps her legs around his waist, and reaches down to guide his dick back into her. They both exhale heavily as he resumes his thrusts and her hands instantly grip onto the slight curls on the back of his head. As she tugs, he grunts, so she does it again and smirks at the noise he makes.

"Harry…"

There it is again, his name coming from her lips, and his head shoots up from watching where they are connected to meet her gaze.

"I'm close." She whispers, biting her lip as his dimples pull in from the devious smirk that forms.

He leans closer, his lips no more than an inch from her ear. "Soak me."

"Oh my god." She pants out, feeling her stomach begin to tighten. "Harry, I'm… I'm…"

He begins kissing and nipping at her neck. His fingers dig into her ass cheeks and her mouth drops open, squeezing her eyes shut and throwing her head back against the wall.

"Look at me." Harry states.

She brings her head back and meets the intense gaze from his gorgeous emerald eyes, locked right on her.

"Harry." She whines, resisting the urge to squeeze her eyes shut again. He thrusts in harder, and deeper, and her walls clench around him as a blissful sensation runs through her veins. "Oh god, yes!"

He smashes his lips against hers and that does it. It all flows out of her and shivers her entire body as her orgasm takes over. He pulls his face back and stares with a smirk as she works through the pure ecstasy she's just been given.

As she does what she can to regain control of her breath, he grabs her tighter and walks over to the closest bed, sitting down with her straddling his lap.

One arm wraps completely around her waist as the other travels up into her hair. His eyes flicker all over her face and once they land on her lips, he meets them with his. The hand on the back of her head pushes closer, deepening the kiss as his tongue swiftly parts between, causing a whimper to fall out from her.

She tangles her fingers into his locks, beginning to grind on his lap as his hands explore every inch of her body. She leans down and begins placing kisses all down his neck, finding the exact spots that get him to squirm. As he scoots back slightly and positions one arm on the bed to hold himself up, she begins to bounce on his lap.

"This is a sight! I like it." He chuckles, his hand gripping onto her hip. Never did he think he'd see her like this, even his dream didn't do her justice. "It's gorgeous. Fuck, you're gorgeous."

She moves her lips to his, kissing as if they are starving, finally consuming the other. Each has their hands pulling on the other's hair, and she lets out a whimper when Harry's lips move to her breasts.

"Oh my god, Harry!" She tugs harder. "That… yeah, right there… feels so good."

"Yeah? Who's making you feel this good, baby?" He utters against her skin.

"You! Oh my god." She moans. "You are."

"Gonna make you cum again too, aren't I?"

"Yes." She whispers out, biting her lower lip. "You… you are. I'm so close already."

He grabs both of her hips, matching her rhythm as he gets deeper inside of her.

"I am too." He admits, squeezing her hips harder as he feels himself hit the back of her walls. "Making me… fuck… making me feel so good too."

"Good." She moans, meeting his gaze and resting her forehead against his as they continue their movements. "I want you to… to fill me up."

"I will. Fuck, I'm close." He grunts, spicking up his pace enough to that it makes her stop moving, his dick smacking into her with the most sensual sound. "I'll be… dripping out of you… all night."

"Then give it to me." She utters, sending Harry over the edge as his dick slams all the way in and he releases everything he has into her, coating her walls.

"Fuck, YN." He whispers, doing what he can to keep his pace and get her to reach her own peak.

"Harry…"

"Say it again." He asks, grabbing her chin to stare into her eyes, watching as they fill with pleasure. "YN, say my name again."

"H-... Harry! Oh my god!" She exclaims, squeezing tightly around him as she reaches her second orgasm, her head dropping to his shoulder as his strong arms wrap around her waist.

He scoots back, further onto the bed, keeping himself inside her to capture as much of this feeling as he can. He rolls her onto her back, and hovers over as he watches her regain control of herself.

She reaches up, running a hand through his sweaty hair and smoothing it over his cheek. His eyes close, resting into her touch, and her heart flutters.

As he finally pulls out and rolls off, she curls into him, wanting to still feel his touch, to still feel him close.

He runs his fingers up and down her arm, able to feel her heartbeat against his skin.

"YN, that was…"

"Outstanding?" She replies, causing his chest to vibrate with a chuckle as he's reminded of the words he chose for her to speak last night. Apparently he chose the right words.

"Way better than I dreamed it would be." He cheerfully exhales, basking in the knowledge that it actually happened this time.

"You dreamed about me?" She asks quietly, lifting her head to watch his expression change to embarassment. She suddenly feels a heat rush to her cheeks and a giddiness in her stomach.

"Umm…"

"Were you dreaming about me last night?"

"Yes…" A red hue rushes to his own cheeks and he smacks his palm against his face.

"Wait." She props herself up on her elbow with a smug grin spread across her face. "Is that why you were so nice to me today?"

"For fucks sake." He mumbles, one arm still around her waist and the other hand still flat against his face. "Yes. It… felt so real, but it wasn't, and… I wanted it to be…"

"Aww. That's kind of adorable, Styles." She giggles, jokingly tickling his side. Yet he doesn't mind, he'll accept the adorableness, because he got what he was hoping for and more.

"Oh fuck you." He smiles.

"No, you already did that tonight." She replies, leaning down and gently nibbling his earlob between her teeth. "So save that one for tomorrow."

"Ooh, there's gonna be a tomorrow?" He wiggles his eyebrows as she brings her head back up and looks at him.

His hearts stop for a second as he sees the most devious smirk creep onto her face.

"Well, that is, if this isn't all a dream…"

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