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yachiblanca · 2 years

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18+ CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Yan!Caejose x Shy!Fem!Reader

"It wouldn't hurt to try Y/N! Plus you'll be able to smack some punks out of your way when you join." Suzi said while making punches in the air, you laughed at her actions and sighed "I don't know.. what if I don't do well?" You sat on the bed while you stared at the moon outside the window. "Oh don't think of that.. you'll do well- I know miss Lisa Lisa would love to see you improve!" You turned your head to look at Suzi Q who was sitting beside you, "I- thanks Suzi.." you slightly smiled. Suzi grabbed both of your hands and held it tightly "I'll help you ask her tomorrow- don't worry! And let's continue my story now." Suzi gave you a wide smile, "Oh please this better be spooky." you giggled, "Hey! It's going to be really really spooky so be prepared!"

You were working as a maid with Suzi Q for a woman named Lisa Lisa, you had to find a job quickly because of how many times you've been rejected in job interviews. You always failed because of how yo u were unable to speak properly, you always mentally slap yourself to toughen up but you end up stuttering with your words. That's when your best friend Suzi came to the rescue, you told her about your issues with finding a job so she offered that you'd come work with her- immediately you agreed. Having a job and at the same time being with your best friend was the best choice you'e picked.

Lisa Lisa had offered you a very huge amount of raise if you join this somewhat called Hamon training to defeat the.. Pillarmen? You really needed time to think about this, imagine of how much the stuff you could get from a high raise of cash- but what worries you was this whole Pillarmen and Hamon thing. Lisa Lisa told you to take your time which you did. It was already 1 week ever since that question had been asked, you overthinked that have you made Lisa Lisa wait too long? Without any further you decided to join the training, tomorrow was the time you tell Lisa Lisa that you're going to join.

Though she didn't tell you that you were going to be training with 2 guys...

You woke up early to make sure you could ask Lisa Lisa early enough, you washed your face and ate breakfast then wore a nice attire, you then searched for Lisa Lisa in the big mansion she lived in and you spotted her smoking a cigarette outside. You quickly went up to her and told her that you're going to be joining this training.

"Miss Lisa Lisa?" you said while walking up to her- her back faced against you, when you called her one more time she finally turned to see you.

"Oh, hello Y/N. What brings you here?" Lisa Lisa asked. You gulped the lump in your throat while your heartbeat was becoming more and more faster, god how nervous were you?

"I- I um.." You gathered all your courage to speak- you took a deep breath even though you could feel it's shaky, "About the training- I'd love to join..!" You slightly yelled at the last phrase, you covered your mouth with your hand out of shock 'I just yelled at Lisa Lisa! Oh god she's gonna kill me she's gonna-' suddenly you felt a hand placed on your shoulder- It was Lisa Lisa, her face directly smiling at you. "Glad to know you're joining, you'll get 85% more for your raise. I hope that's enough for you Y/N." Lisa Lisa spoke, you instantly smiled back at her "Yes- it's enough, thank you."

Out of nowhere you both heard two different voices shouting at a far distance, you moved your head a bit to the side to see what it was. At the distance you saw two males running up to your direction, one with brown hair with a scarf and one with blonde hair with a patterned bandana.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that both of those are my students too- they'll be training with you today." Lisa Lisa spoke, you looked at her with a very surprised expression- your heartbeat pumped louder as you watch the two males come closer, at that moment you wanted to back out. You had thought that it would be only you- unexpectingly you're going to be training with two guys now, It would've been more fine if you were training with girls..

"Th-them..?" You pointed out the two males running up, you looked at Lisa Lisa who nodded in agreement to what you said. Finally both of the males had reached the both of you- their paces slowing down as they approach both of you, "Goodmorning coach." The blonde male said. behind was the brown haired male who looked really tired- his form showing that he was clearly running out of breath, especially with the strange mask he's wearing. You wondered why he was wearing that mask. "Jojo control your breathing, you're clearly going to suffocate if you don't focus." The blonde male spoke while he crossed his arms, "Maybe if you didn't make a bet who's faster then I wouldn't be suffocating here!" The masked male growled. They both looked attractive as you saw them up close, though you didn't stare for too long- you hoped that they didn't saw you earlier.

Lisa Lisa glared at the both of the males before she speaks. "You both have a new student to be training along with you." Lisa Lisa announced. You bit your bottom lip and tried to hide behind Lisa Lisa- but she quickly moved to the side to reveal you. You stood there with wide eyes- trying your best to process what to say in front. You saw both of the males look at you which made your heart race even quicker "Hello there! You look cute- are you really going to be training with us?' The masked male spoke as he walked forward to you, but to be stopped by the shoulder from the blonde male with clear disappointment on his face "Have some manners here! You clearly never knew how to greet a lady well." The blonde male looked at you "I'm very sorry of his behavior- clearly childish as you can see." He smirked "Hey i'm not childish you-"

"I'm Caesar Zeppeli, you may call me Caesar signora." The blonde said while he gently raised one of your hand and planted his lips on the back of your hand, you immediately blushed- you felt frozen on the spot. You never experienced this type of action so you didn't know how to react, the masked male rolled his eyes "Whatever, the name's Joseph Joestar- but you can call me yours-" Caesar pinched Joseph's ear, making him whine in pain. As much as you observed you thought to yourself everything would be fine, even if the both of the males look like they have a chaotic relationship- just like Suzi said, you'll do well.

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A few days of your training you had been tired the hell out, your whole body felt sore- but as Lisa Lisa said that it was normal and that you don't have anything to worry about. The reason why you had been so sore because of how much Caesar and Joseph trained you, they made you do crazy exercises even though you were only a few days of being a beginner. You couldn't complain- you didn't have the guts to say so, what if you come out sounding rude if you did complain? Your body felt like shutting down but your mind pushed you to keep going.

Days went by Caesar and Joseph's training were getting difficult and difficult that you almost had every accident that'll lead you to injuring yourself, you thought that you were doing just fine- your body felt less sore than before but you kept slipping, tripping- you were told you lacked the body balance and that you always needed both of them by your side.

You knew both of the males were doing something on purpose to make you injure yourself- either accidentally bump on you or try to distract you with something, you tried focusing as much as you could but both of the males wouldn't stop. You wanted to complain so bad but you knew that both of them had more experience in hamon training more than you- so you had nothing to do than to be obedient.

"Y/N Be careful! You might hurt yourself!"

"Signora you need us, without us you don't know what might happen to yourself."

They kept leading you to harm, they kept saying that you don't realize you need them both in your life and safety. Their voices were echoing inside your mind, repeating phrases that you needed them to protect you. You could barely get any good sleep because of it.

One training, one day of training. That day where you finally injured yourself- you had accidentally gave yourself a broken left arm while doing an exercise. You were doing a hand to hand combat with Caesar and he had accidentally bent your arm a little too much, you cried in pain but before tears could filled your eyes- you could see a smirk painted on both of the males faces while they were looking down at you.

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Those faces drove you mad yet scared, why would they be having that expression on their faces while you were in pain? You tried to sleep it off but failed, they both were absolute jerks who entered your life. Never went gentle on you during your first day of training and here you are with a broken left arm with a cast around it.

You had talked to Lisa Lisa about stopping your training, she apologized for the inconvenience of her 'students' and gave you a big amount of cash that you had earned during those training days, it was really a HUGE amount. It really was an unbelievable at first but you were extremely happy. But one thing was running your mind now.

Moving away.

You had a family to visit, you missed them so much- you couldn't remember the last time you saw your parents or how it felt like hugging them one last time before you could move away. You really wanted to see them badly and spend time with them.

You told about Suzi about you moving away, you didn't wanna say this to her about moving away because she's your bestfriend- but yet Suzi insisted you to go on, but you told her that you'd be keeping in touch with her while being far away with each other.

When you told about Caesar and Joseph about moving away.. that was your biggest regret.

They both had different reactions, Joseph kept pleading you to not go as if he was going to burst into tears if you do, "Y/N Please don't go! Why would you need to see them?! Please don't-"

Caesar was clearly mad, really mad. "You don't know how much danger there is outside, don't you realize that?! You don't have anyone to protect you if you move away, there are vampires out there and you need us to eliminate them!" Caesar yelled at you, Caesar couldn't let you go away at this moment, he had to do something that will make you stay with them.

"If you go, you might end up with another broken arm Y/N."

Your heart felt like it had stopped after hearing those words, fear went under your skin making you shiver through your guts. You had to really get out of this place as quick as possible.

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You were quickly closing your suitcase- your other hand shaking as you were closing it, you could hear the footsteps come closer and closer behind the door, "Come on- come on!" You gritted your teeth as you were struggling to close the suitcase with one hand. The doorknob turned and opened, revealing Caesar and Joseph standing by.

You had quickly hidden yourself in your closet that were still filled with a pile of old clothes, you kept your breath still and silent even though your heart felt the urge of stopping now. You were so scared, scared to be found in the room, you couldn't imagine what would happen next if they found you in the middle of attempting to escape. You could hear them both argue- they're muffled voices growing louder and louder, then you sensed that they started to search around. It was silent- they didn't seem to fully check your room, you mentally sighed in relief but you couldn't just celebrate this early. You slowly peeked out of the closet- your eyes flickering from left to right, they weren't here so you carefully opened the door and landed down on the floor with your bare feet.

The door to your room was open, you peeked out to see no one in sight, you slowly walked to the hallway silently- your ears were fully on aware for any sound. You reached the stairs and quickly went down- surprisingly yet again no one in sight. Your eyes scanned the whole room but suddenly you heard a familiar voice shouting, thankfully from your training you were fast- you reacted quickly to the voice and hid behind the stairs.

"Y/NNNNN! Where are youuu?!" The voice you recognize was Joseph's. Your breath was shaking- you were nervous. Have they checked this spot already? Hopefully they did.

The two males were furious and desperate to find you, they went all searching around immediately after not seeing you in your room- they had thought you already left, but they had a bit of hope that they think you're still here. How smart were they?

"Y/N Stop playing games and come out!" Another familiar voice you heard, it was Caesar's. Shit, now there's two of them in one room searching for you. You turned your head around to look for something to be a useful escape, but when you turned around you were surprised to be face to face with a hidden door- no doorknob, it was just a simple push.

You looked inside to see there was a chest, a large fitted chest that perfectly fitted the space. You looked inside the chest to see if there was anything inside- to your surprise there wasn't, without any further you hid yourself inside the chest and closed it.

Though you did two mistakes.

One, you left your suitcase near outside from where you're hiding, two- out from all your panic- you did hide successfully, but you forgotten that the door had no door knob, you didn't close it.

It was a long moment of silence- you didn't hear their voices anymore, but in the middle of the silence you heard footsteps- two pair of footsteps coming closer, your chest felt tight, it was getting hard to breathe inside. The footsteps then stopped- it stopped somewhere near you.

You squinted your eyes- hoping this chest wasn't suspicious, but the chest lid opened- revealing bright light and two dark figures standing above you, their faces being the two males you feared. You were found.

"Well there you are! What are you doing here darling?" Joseph smiled and picked you under your arms to raise you up. You looked at him with a terrified expression- you felt like crying right now, "Aw don't cry, what's wrong? Did someone hurt you- tell me!" Joseph wiped the tears falling down from your face.

"Seems like we're done with your little game darling." Caesar elegantly raised your chin high to look at him eye to eye.

"We found you."

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dogifyingcharacters · 3 months

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I based Cornbells off of a German Shepherd because of the description she gave me. The brown hair and tallness screams German Shepherd to me. I don't know if tallness is a real word, but it is now because I said so.

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harrysonlylover · 11 days

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Ride Along*

Summary: Y/n is feeling bored alone at her apartment, so Harry takes her for a ride.

A continuation to Discipline.

Trope: Agent Harry

WC: 6.3k

Warnings: mentions of speeding, a pinch of meanrry, smut, degradation, choking, face spitting, unprotected sex, implications of somnophilia, after care.

A/n: The writing is a bit rusty because it’s been a while since I wrote smut😬

Main Masterlist | Agent Harry Masterlist

Y/n was placed on house arrest by Harry for a week, and it was torturous.

Perhaps “house arrest” is a bit dramatic but she felt suffocated. She could leave her apartment whenever she wanted. Harry’s insistence on her relaxation was clear, and he only meant for her to avoid any activities that require physical exertion.

Anyone would be thrilled to have a week off from work, but it was rather confusing for Y/n. Although she hadn’t been an agent for long, she adapted quickly to the agent lifestyle which was hard to suddenly pause.

Even with Harry’s confirmation and reassurance that he wasn’t disappointed, she still felt the need to occupy her time with something useful.

There was absolutely nothing in her apartment that could pass away time. At least nothing that interested her.

She cleaned up a bit, reorganized the living room, and stuck to the meals that Harry sent for her daily. They weren’t bad actually, except for the spinach soup that made her want to puke.

With no one accompanying her but Tim Tim and her thoughts, she realized how nice and caring it is to send someone customized meals. If someone heard her say it out loud, they’d snort in her face but—they just don’t know Harry and his personality.

He texted her every day at least twice. At first, she thought he only did so to make sure she ate the meals and took her supplement (which would be considered too kind coming from him), but slowly he began diverting from those topics asking her about her day and chatting with her.

He gave her updates on the agency and promised to pass by her apartment only to bail on her because of an emergency that required his presence.

On day 4 she was fully annoyed. She couldn’t handle being away from the agency for long, and even if she could go out and enjoy her time away—she didn’t know where to go.

She didn’t lead a normal life, no agent did and she was completely okay with it. She had no one to check up on or call to hang out with. The idea of going out somewhere alone felt weird. She would feel like an imposter amongst a sea of normal people.

She buried the eerie feelings and decided to spam Harry with texts to annoy him a bit.

Y/n: I’m gonna pass by the agency :)

She pressed the send button and waited for his reply as she heated her lunch for the day.

His reply was almost automatic as if he didn’t have a load of responsibilities.

Harry: No.

Y/n: Yes.

Harry: I said no Y/n.

She huffed in frustration before remembering that if she could be a menace at the agency, then she could be a menace over text too.

Y/n: Too bad I’m already on my way.

Harry: Don’t test me.

Y/n: 😜

Harry: Are you disobeying me?

She choked on a piece of meat when she read his reply, and immediately reached for a cup of water. She wiped her mouth, staring at his text in confusion. It wasn’t strictly sexual, but it was a phrase that he always used during sex, because one thing that he combined between his professional and sex life was discipline, and Y/n adored it.

She loved his attitude, how he dared her to go against his orders or defy him. It wasn’t that she liked getting punished or sought pain—it was more of a need to observe him being dominant. The way he manhandled her and treated her like nothing but a toy, only for him to hold her to his chest right after.

Another text from Harry pulled her out of her fantasies and daydreams.

Harry: You’re well aware of how I feel about you disobeying me, right?

Y/n: Yes. I do.

Her response was automatic as if it was generated and not typed quickly by her. She wouldn’t want to keep him waiting.

Harry: Good Girl.

Motherfucker. He knew what he was doing. After all, he had her memorized by heart, and he probably was aware of how close she was to drooling. The meal in front of her didn’t appeal to her anymore because she had a different type of meal on her mind.

It had been a while since they hooked up and it was a rushed quickie behind closed doors at the agency. He kneeled on the ground to eat her out in no longer than five minutes before having to return to the training. He knew her body like the palm of his hand and had her panting and biting on her bottom lip in no time.

She adored it, really, but she craved the feeling of his cock driving into her as she held onto his body or while his hand wrapped itself around her neck with his mouth spewing the dirtiest sentences into her ear.

She sighed deeply reminiscing her adventurous sex life before he banished her to her apartment so she could rest. Was it a bit dramatic? Maybe. But she might be addicted to sex with him.

She glanced at his text knowing that he was probably smirking at his replies. He always knows how to get to her. She grabbed her phone and typed her reply because she was so fucking bored at the apartment and needed some fresh air.

Y/n: I’m still bored.

This time his reply wasn’t as quick as the previous one. It took him about five minutes to respond which was still fast considering how busy he was.

Harry: Okay. Go out.

Y/n: Wow! I didn’t think of that.

She scoffed at his dumb reply because who said that she was waiting for his approval?

Harry: Why didn’t you go out?

Y/n: I’m not sure…it feels weird…?

She could see the little dots that indicate that he was typing appearing only to disappear a few seconds later.

Harry: I’ll pick you up at 9. Dress comfortably.

When she complained about her boredom she thought that he would recommend her places to visit or give suggestions, not take her out. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head when she read his text. She wasn’t hallucinating, right?

Y/n: Where are we going?

Harry: Eat your lunch and take your supplement.

Y/n: Damn grumpy pants.

He didn’t reply to her after that but if he did she’s sure he would have sent a thumbs-up emoji even if it was out of context. She continued her meal just like he instructed her. The hold he had on her was unreal, and she was okay with it.

Harry was knocking on her door at exactly 9 PM. Not a minute later.

This time she didn’t welcome him in with a tear-stained face, and grumpy attitude. It was the entire opposite of it. The only thing that was similar to the previous time was her shock. Harry was dressed in all black and a leather jacket. His hair looked so fucking soft, and a hair strand fell on his forehead as he leaned against the door with his hands in his pockets. He was a sight for sore eyes, especially Y/n’s whose jaw almost dropped.

“Hello, little minx.” He grinned devilishly as he entered her apartment. His cologne had her knees buckling, reminding her of when she’d bury her face in his neck.

Black shirt, black pants, black boots, and a black leather shirt. He’s going to be the death of her, surely. He strolled in like he owned the place while she shamelessly stared at his body.

“Little minx…” He tutted, cornering her against the kitchen counter. “… sent me message after message today as if I don’t have a workload.” His tone made her feel like she was in trouble, but the good kind of trouble.

“But you still answered, no?” She replied confidently with a smirk to remind him of the hold that she also had on him, even if they never spoke about it directly.

He remained silent, offering her his cheesy smirk as his eyes raked over her face and neck like he was trying to come up with sinful scenarios. She was more addictive than any type of drug.

“Ready to hit the road?” He deviated from the topic skilfully while checking out her attire to make sure that she’d be comfortable during the ride.

“Hmm. Let’s go.” She walked in front of him like a princess, going down the stairs excitedly.

She stepped out to the street and looked around with a hint of a smile painted across her face. She could hear Harry’s boots behind her and smell his cologne that seemed to have stuck to her clothes.

“So…are we going to walk there?” She asked with confusion evident on her face.

“We’re riding there.” His response held a sense of pride as he grabbed her hand and walked down to the end of the street before taking a left and stopping.

A large black sports bike was parked in its glory itching for someone to take it for a ride. Y/n stood still in her place with her mouth wide open in shock. Harry was a motorcycle guy?

“Oh…wow.”

“Scared little minx?” He mused like it was so fun to see her reaction. He approached her from behind, bumping his body with hers and trapping her physically. She could feel him breathing against her neck as she swallowed down his throat. One touch from him and she’s paralysed.

He pressed a soft peck behind her ear before whispering. “Don’t worry… you’ll hold on to me.” She barely processed what he said as he immediately urged her forward and gave her a helmet to put on. She wore it as soon as he gave it to her to cover her facial expression from him. He helped her tie it up before placing his helmet on.

“C'mon hop on behind me.” He situated himself on the bike, and the more Y/n stared, the more the wetness between her thighs increased. Seeing him in all black was something but with a biker helmet on? She wanted to drop on her knees right there and then, but she didn’t.

Instead, she hopped on behind him and wrapped her arms around his torso. Her grip was weak making him urge her to get closer and glue herself to him. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, it just made her ridiculously horny.

The feeling of hugging his muscular body with her core touching his lower back had her feeling some sort of way. She could feel his abs under her touch, and his cologne drifting in the air was not helping.

“I can’t even see anything because of your back!” While she joked about it, deep down she found it fucking hot. His broad back and shoulders blocked her view, and the only thing she could do was rest her head against it.

“I don’t hear you complaining when you’re scratching on it.” Even with his helmet on, she could feel him smirking.

She gave in to the feeling of his warm body against her as if he were shielding her from everything. It was not an ideal timing for her size kink to get activated, but she genuinely couldn’t help it.

“Hold on tight little minx.” The engine roared to life and Harry fixed his position before taking a turn and heading straight for the highway.

This was her first time on a motorcycle surprisingly. At first, her body was tense, and it didn’t feel nice. Despite having a helmet on, it felt like the wind was slapping her. Harry turned out to be a skilled biker who speeds for fun—still he was careful.

She eventually regulated her breathing and unclenched her jaw as she adapted to the adrenaline rush that she felt. It was an otherworldly feeling. She couldn’t tell what made her feel this way. Harry’s body against her, the evening breeze, or the rush of speeding.

No matter what it was, she felt amazing.

Harry wanted to taunt her in some way, preferably verbally—but she seemed like she was having fun, and her arms around him were a distraction. The feeling of her body clinging to him was priceless.

He tried to avoid speeding on the highway for her sake despite loving to do so. It was one of the things he resorted to when he needed a break from everything. Nothing could compare to the adrenaline rush he felt…maybe just Y/n’s lips.

He slowed down and took an exit on the highway that led them to a deserted road and ultimately a hill. He stopped and turned off the ignition before stepping off the bike.

“Fucking hell. Do you want to kidnap me?” Y/n joked as she looked around the dark and deserted space.

“If I want to kidnap you, little minx, I’ll simply carry you.” He chuckled as he took off his helmet and fixed his messy hair. She swallowed down her throat as she stared at him. Why did he have to look this good?

“C'mon.” He gestured for her to follow him, and she jogged to catch up. He placed his hand on her lower back to urge her forward. His body was dangerously close to her, and she could smell his cologne again. Harry’s hand itched to hold hers, but he wasn’t sure if she’d like that, so her lower back should suffice.

They took a small turn to the left as rocks crunched under their shoes. Harry wondered whether he should tell her to close her eyes or not. But if he does, then it’d sound romantic which crosses the boundaries of their physical relationship.

“It’s right…here.” They were met with a gorgeous view of the city. They could see almost all the lit buildings as if they were in the sky. It felt as if they were spying on the city with its lights and secrets. No one but them on the deserted hill.

“Wow..this is so beautiful”. Y/n gasped in shock at the view in front of her. She never expected Harry to take her to this spot-she didn’t even know it existed.

“I know.” If she wasn’t too occupied with the scenery, she would’ve noticed that Harry was in fact, staring at her with a smile on his face.

“How do you know this spot?” Y/n still couldn’t take her eyes off the shimmering buildings.

“I discovered it once by mistake, and I come here often.” He didn’t mention how this place was his escape from the world, or that he came here before heading to her apartment that day.

“It’s so nice.” Despite the darkness filling the space, Harry could still see and feel her smile.

He quickly got the bike so they could sit on it, and left it turned on for the light.

“Oh, it’s so big I could sleep on it.” Y/n remarked.

Perhaps he was feeling extra chill or it was just from being around her but a weird sound came out of his mouth as he tried to suppress a laugh. Y/n usually gets sleepy after sex, and his dick isn’t the average size. So did he think of her sentence sexually and almost burst out laughing? Yes.

“Did you just try to laugh at me?” She asked in an annoyed tone.

“Me? Never.” He covered up his chuckle with coughing.

“Whatever…” She mumbled a few other words under her breath as she attempted to climb the bike, but it was gigantic. She can’t even recall how she climbed it previously and she’s not even short!

She gasped suddenly as Harry’s hands lifted her body like she weighed nothing and placed her on the seat before she could blink. She was glad that he couldn’t see her face clearly because she could feel her cheeks burning. Was she that touch deprived?

“I was handling it just fine.” She huffed in confidence.

“Mhmm.”

The bike was indeed huge, but Harry took most of the space making their bodies glued on the seat.

The tension between them could be cut with a knife. Y/n would usually be the first to break the silence, but she just couldn’t. She felt paralyzed next to him, and he didn’t even touch her yet. His presence and cologne were enough to weaken her.

“Are you still mad at me?” He cleared his throat.

“What?” She couldn’t mask the shock in her tone as her face turned around to meet his.

“About last week.” It sounded as if something was holding him back, almost like he was afraid of asking.

She took a few seconds to process his question, mostly because she was shocked at the gesture. She knew deep down that it meant a lot. No one would believe her if she said that Agent Harry Styles was checking up on her and apologized. They’d probably laugh in her face.

She couldn’t decode what it meant. Was he just feeling guilty, or did he share the same feelings? The need for more than just physical boundaries haunted her but she wouldn’t dare to bring it up. Even if he was feeling guilty, it still had to be something. He’s literally merciless to other agents.

“I—I—“

“You don’t have to give me an answer.” He reassured her in a low whisper.

“No, I do—I’m just confused.”

“About?” Harry was itching to know her answer. He even rehearsed his question for the past week.

“Well… why did my lack of performance anger you in the first place?” She had a lot to ponder about in her free time. Questions that popped into her head about Harry.

He took a deep breath and clasped his hands together before exhaling. “I didn’t want you to get hurt on the field. Most of the time when agents slack, they end up getting injured in the field…”

“Wanted you to be strong for when I’m not there.” He whispered as if the city was able to hear him confessing his secrets.

“Oh.” Y/n’s head was swirling with thoughts and questions-none that came out of her mouth. She could even feel Harry’s stress radiating off him. She simply allowed her Pinky finger to touch his as they continued staring at the city.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later that she broke the silence.

“I’m not mad anymore. I was just surprised. Just—don’t do it again.”

“Never.”

They stayed in the same position with their fingers touching for almost two hours, as they chatted about important and mundane things. His heart fluttered when she laughed her ass off after he told her how an agent peed his pants because he was caught smoking.

He even told her about his mother briefly. That’s how whipped he was. She shared a few details about growing up as an orphan, but they both decided to close the topic knowing how heavy was.

“Your cologne is suffocating me.” Her remark was innocent, it really was—but his mind wasn’t.

“Thought you liked it when you buried your face in my neck?” Cheeky Harry was back in full force. He inched his face closer to her and he could hear her swallow down her throat.

“Harry…”

“Tell me…did you think about me knocking on your door and fucking you against the wall?” Lust dripped from his voice and Y/n’s chest was rising. Goosebumps spread all over her skin as their noses bumped.

“I—yes.”

“Good. Cause I stopped myself from doing that every single day.” He was needy for her, and only her.

“What are you waiting for then?”

In a few seconds, he had her straddling his lap with his hand supporting her lower back as his lips devoured hers. Their kiss was sloppy, wet, and lustful. Harry counted the minutes that led to this moment so he could taste the sweetest fruit.

He was fucking obsessed with everything about her. Her lips, eyes, body, mind, and pussy.

“Fuck!” He moaned into her mouth when she grinded over his clothed cock. He might as well cum right there in his pants if she kept doing that.

“Behave. “He slapped her ass causing her to whine sweetly. His large hand rested on her cheeks trying to knead them over her leggings.

Their breaths were labored as their tongues clashed like lovers who hadn’t had sex in ages. His mouth was fucking devouring her and she could already feel her lips getting sore. He kept urging her body closer as if he could morph them into one body.

“Ne—need you.” Her whimpers made the blood rush to his cock.

“Yeah? Where do you need me, my baby?”

She ignored his question and continued kissing all over his face, brushing over his stubble and chin. She was hungry and he adored it. But she also didn’t answer him.

He pulled her away by wrapping his hand around her throat. She gasped, secretly loving the feeling of his veiny hands choking her.

“I asked you a question, little minx. Where do you need me?” His voice was so deep and lustful that she wanted to get down on her knees and suck him.

“Uh—In my pussy.” She breathed out, feeling the wetness increase between her thighs just from his hand around her neck. “Here, baby?” He cupped his other hand over her pussy making her feel tingly.

“Y—yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir.”

“Attagirl.” He felt her wetness on his hand and if it wasn’t so dark he’d bend her over the bike and fuck her into the next day. Besides, his little minx gets sleepy.

“C’mon, I need to get us to your apartment.” He spanked her cheeks again, earning a squeal from her. He pulled her off his lap and winced at his painful hard on before fixing his pants as much as he could and seating himself on the bike. His hand reached out for her and pulled her onto his lap again.

“Whoa! What are you doing? I should be behind you.”

“No. Since my cologne makes you horny, you’re gonna have your face buried into my neck the whole ride.” His smirk was sick but fuck her if she didn’t like it.

Her nose bumped over his neck and she fought a moan. This had to be the best punishment.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you with my body.” His arm tightened around her waist as he took the route they came from.

It was going to be a torturous ride.

Y/n could barely open the door properly with Harry kissing on the back of her neck. His hard on was pressing into her ass as she tried to insert the key. Her soft whines only made him hornier and needier.

As soon as they were inside, the keys dropped to the ground followed by the loud shut of the door. Harry grabbed Y/n by the throat pushing her to the wall where he kissed her deeply. The kiss was rushed and erotic, he could never get enough of her lips or sweet whimpers every time he pushed his tongue inside her mouth.

“My minx…” The warmth between her thighs was torturous. His deep voice rumbled from his chest sending vibrations straight to her pussy.

“Uhh..” She tried to push her core against his crotch for any sort of friction.

He caught on immediately as he smirked against the kiss and tapped on her ass to lift her on his waist. He had her placed lower than usual so she could feel him against the fabric.

“Is that what you wanted sweet girl? To feel how hard I am for you?” He panted, cradling her jaw with his hand as he deepened the kiss.

“Y—yes." She didn’t want to respond or part from his lips for a millisecond. She could feel her pussy pulsating just from the feeling of his cock pressing into her core.

She pulled away reluctantly, glancing at his neck like it was her next meal. He may have been teasing her, but he was right. She loved burying her face in his neck and sucking on it. She prided herself in knowing that the hickeys she’d give him would be on show for all girls at the agency.

His scent always played with her pheromones and messed with her brain. His cologne had a hold on her, and she knew that she looked like a puppy in heat when she clung to him. “Dirty girl…” His hand rested on her hair as his head rolled backward giving her access to his skin. He was a sight for sore eyes with his face scrunched in ecstasy and lips slightly parted. She didn’t have to speak for him to understand her possessiveness and boy did he like it.

His little minx was obsessed with him just like he was.

“Bedroom please.” She laid her forehead against his having had her fill from giving him love bites. Their noses bumped as they looked into each other’s eyes that shared the same desire.

She didn’t need to tell him twice. He supported her body with one hand around her waist as she directed him to the room. He didn’t waste any time and kept his mouth busy with her neck.

He placed her down on the bed gently before taking off his clothes quickly while she stared at his toned body and tattoos, holding in her drool.

“You could stare at me all night darling, but now I need you to be a good girl and take off your clothes so I could relieve that needy cunt of yours.” Harry barely finished his sentence, and her clothes were off in a few seconds.

The light in the room was dim, supported by a small bedside lamp. If she thought that staring at his body was a delight, then she should read his mind as he stared down at hers.

She looked so fucking pretty for him. Only him.

It was like an erotic scene out of a movie or a wet dream. Y/n on her back with her legs spread showcasing her glistening pussy and hardened nipples, and Harry standing tall in front of her with his cock erect to his stomach begging to sink itself inside her warm walls.

The sight of him standing like that nude and horny will never leave her mind. Almost as if he were a Greek god.

She squealed as he pulled her by her legs to the edge of the bed. Harry suddenly lowered his body till his face was at the same level as her pussy. His teasing game was strong, she was crumbling underneath him.

“My favorite scent.” He buried his face in her cunt and inhaled. A tiny whine left her mouth as his nose bumped into her swollen clit. Y/n felt like she could cry if he didn’t fuck her, and he was taking his sweet time in savoring the scent of her wetness.

“H—Harry.”

“Mhm?” He turned his attention to her, hovering over her body and taking delight in her needy face.

“Please—it hurts.” If he waited any longer, Harry was sure that a tear would’ve fallen from her eye.

“Oh poor baby…” He cooed as he caressed her cheek gently. “…you just need me inside, don’t you?” She was quick to nod while slightly squirming beneath him.

He pulled her closer, situating her core right under his cock, and stroked it giving her a show of his moans before tapping it against her wet cunt.

“Is that where you need it? Just have to slide in.” His sick grin with the feeling of his cock sliding over her cunt back and forth made her eyes roll back.

“Please.” She dug her nails into his back followed by a set of pleas.

“Shhh.” He whispered softly, pressing a peck to her cheek before pulling away from her and fixing their position.

He placed her legs on his shoulder and gave her his twisted smirk as he stroked his shaft and bit his bottom lip. “Gonna be my good girl as usual? Hmm?”. He lowered his body again, allowing his cock to rest on her stomach.

“Uh—huh.” She nodded mindlessly immediately. She was already cockdrunk and he wasn’t inside her yet.

“Ready baby?” His hand rubbed her legs softly as she gave him the cue. He glanced quickly at his cock resting on her skin and he almost got dizzy from the size difference. It got to him every damn time.

His eyes were focused on her facial expression as he slowly pushed himself inside of her. A wave of relief washed over her face with a sweet moan making him still his hips to avoid cumming.

There was nothing like sinking inside her warm walls that begged him to go deeper. Wet squelching sounds filled the room the more he pushed inside her—his baby was made for him.

“That’s it little minx—so fucking warm for daddy.”

Y/n’s brain felt mushy. Harry was so fucking good to her, and his cock scratched the itch just right. He never referred to himself as daddy before, only sir but she liked it so bad.

She pulled at his arms with soft whimpers signalling for him to get closer to her—which he did without hesitation. She clung to him, digging her nails into his back and tugging at his hair. His cock drove deep into her cunt, massaging her hot walls with its veins and thickness.

“Use me d—daddy”. Y/n shed tears from pleasure that stained his face since he was glued to her, pressing pecks to her cheeks and nose.

“Yeah? Want daddy to use you like a fuckdoll?” He increased his pace, going deeper and moaning into her ear at the feeling of her bare cunt.

They both adored raw sex and went for it almost every time. Y/n was on birth control, and Harry tested regularly (despite only fucking her). He was pussy whipped.

“Uhh—be rough daddy.” He stilled his hips at her words, leaving them glued to hers. He lifted his body and took in her fucked sight. Messy hair, tear stains, and a needy face.

“Wanted to be gentle with you but I forgot that you’re a whore deep down.” He chuckled before spitting on her face, and watching her chest rise and fall as she breathed heavily.

His little minx was insatiable and provoked him further by trying to fuck herself on his cock as she bit her bottom lip. He could faintly hear her whimpering ‘Daddy’ under her breath.

He wanted to slap her knowing how much she liked it but something else distracted him. He looked down to where they were connected noticing the mix of her wetness with his precum. He pulled out slowly, moaning at the loss of contact and his cock that is painted in white.

Harry tried to breathe in and out to avoid cumming. Not only did she cream on his cock, but her cunt was pulsating as if she was asking for his cock to slide in again.

“Pathetic. Creamed all over me.” Her inner thighs were coated with wetness, and she didn’t close her legs—not even a bit. She knew that she should always keep them spread for him.

He flipped her on her stomach effortlessly and she immediately arched her back, presenting her ass to him. “What a good fuckdoll.” He slapped her cheeks and placed his tip at her entrance before sinking into her warmth again.

Her walls pulled him back in as if she were some sort of seductress that made him addicted to her. Harry balanced himself and focused on the fast thrusts instead of her extremely warm cunt.

“Fucking insatiable aren’t you?” He grunted with his eyes fixed on his cock entering her pussy and coming out all creamy as her ass jiggled.

Y/n’s muffled moans were all she could offer. With her face smushed in the pillow and brain turned off, she was in fucking heaven.

The arch of her back had him rolling his head backward as his hips rotated forward, going deeper and harder.

“That’s it slut. Take my fucking cock.” He gritted his teeth, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and pulling it backward before wrapping a hand around her neck and lifting her body to his chest.

She was completely gone. She could only look at him with teary eyes that begged him to claim her.

Deeper, harder, faster.

“D—d…”

“Good fuckdolls keep their mouth shut.” He tightened his grip on her jaw, tapping on her mouth to open it up before spitting inside.

“Swallow.” If the warmth of her cunt didn’t kill him, it was going to be her face. So needy, compliant, and dizzy from pleasure.

Their bodies were glued to each other, skin to skin with her back to his chest as he thrusted inside her while panting in her ear.

He was supporting both of their bodies seeing as she could do nothing but whine. His arm was secured around her torso with her hand clinging to his bicep. The clenching of her walls around his cock was always the hardest for him. She’d rile him on trying to milk his cum, taking every drop.

“You wanna cum?” He panted against the back of her neck knowing how her body acts when she’s reaching her orgasm.

She gave him a weak nod, clinging harder to his bicep as she laid her head on his shoulder. They didn’t always cum together, but when they did, the euphoria was unmatched. Harry had been holding himself back ever since he sunk into her, just to feel her shake and pulsate around him as he spilled his cum into her.

“C’mon minx, give it to me.” His tongue left a broad lick on her neck with a harsh bite. It wasn’t her clit that got her off—her sensitive spot was her neck, whether Harry choked her or sucked on her skin—she was a goner.

“H—Harry” Her nails dug into his skin as she looked up at him with sweet eyes and shaky legs.

How could he resist laying his lips on hers as he stilled his hips to empty himself inside her?

She was shuddering—even with their skin glued together. Her sweet moans made his cock twitch inside her, already hungry for more. Her orgasm hit her hard, clouding her vision and thoughts. The feeling of his cum spiling inside her with her pussy clenching to take it inside was the only thing she felt and wanted to feel.

“Fuck. That’s it, take every drop my lo—minx.” His eyes fluttered open at his word slip up.

His eyes furrowed in confusion and immediately glanced at her face which seemed to be too occupied with cumming. His chest heaved as he swiped his hand across her face, moving her sweaty hair strands away before kissing her temple.

“Talk to me, are you okay?” He angled her face towards him to examine her expression.

“Yes.” A hazy smile was planted across her face making him chuckle.

“Mhmm. I’m going to pull out now and carry you to the bathroom so you can pee.” He gave her a heads up while rubbing her cheeks.

Once she nodded at him, he began pulling out slowly, wincing at being separated from her warmth—something that she reciprocated. Harry tried to avoid looking down—he really did, but it was too tempting.

His creamy load dripped out of her pussy, sliding down her legs, and the more she clenched, the more came out.

“Fucking hell.” He muttered under his breath, swiping his finger across her pussy and gathering his cum before tasting it.

Y/n’s whine echoed in his ear. She sported an angry look on her face that disappeared once he signalled for her to open her mouth. He spat the residue of what he tasted inside of her mouth, enjoying the faint moans that spilled from her.

“C’mon let’s clean you up.” He carried her effortlessly to the bathroom before giving her privacy and heading back to the room to change the sheets.

Who knew that changing bed sheets would make him irritated? He let out a huff, finishing the last touch right as she came out of the bathroom.

She was dressed in nothing but a plain white shirt that barely reached her thighs.

“Hm I love my bed.” She smiled as she climbed the mattress, giving Harry a show.

“Y/n.” He spoke rigidly.

“Yeah?” She glanced up innocently at him as she relaxed under the duvet.

“I was supposed to clean you up…and where are your panties?” He questioned her as he joined her on the bed—nude.

“You can wake me up at night, make a mess then clean me.” She taunted him, switching to the side and giving him a view of the shirt riding up her ass.

He got under the covers, situating himself properly so that he was attached to her.

“Is that what you want little minx? Hmm?” His fingers caressed her skin slowly starting from her arm, down to her legs.

“Yes.”

“Then we’ll see.” He nibbled on before earlobe as she dosed off to sleep. She loved sleeping after sex and Harry knew that, but it was almost 1 in the morning and she needed rest.

Harry dared to let his hand dip in her hair, giving her head scratches as she slept peacefully. He didn’t realize what he was doing until she stirred in her sleep making him pull his hand away.

His eyes furrowed in confusion as he stared at her sleeping face. First the word slip up and now he’s playing with her hair.

What the fuck was going on with him?

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OMGG!!! The only one was so amazing just wanna say thank u again 💗

Also can u pls also make a part story of them when YN gets pregnet and jk reaction?!!! 😬 also have them smut like they say sex with while pregnet are more better than it was , idk how far its true but well its up to u how it will ended up , well dont mind my requset just do what u like, even if u didnt want its okay ✌

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pairing: TheOnlyOne!JK x fem!reader || Mafia

w.c.: 3.6k

Warnings: mention of vomit, smut, dirty talk, pregnancy sex, voyeurism, female masturbation

Aprox. time of reading: 16 minutes

The environment was too heavy. The loud voices around the table, the fake laughs, the momentary shouts to give more emphasis to what they were saying... and certainly the way your stomach felt like you had been rolling on yourself for hours didn't help. Your husband's hand never left your thigh under the table, aware of the way your frown was slightly furrowed and your lips twisted in disgust.

"Doll, are you okay?" Jungkook asked for the third time that night, leaning over you to whisper in your ear.

"Yeah, I don't know" you shook your head, gulping thick. "I think I might be getting sick or something. It's okay" you patted his hand, caressing the tattoos on his fingers.

Jungkook smiled, taking your answer before he laid a kiss on your exposed shoulder and joined one of the conversations back.

It was so weird.

For a few days, you had been feeling queasy, losing appetite over food you'd have lost your mind over months back, feeling dizzy at random moments of the day -especially in the morning. It was shocking how your stamina seemed to last less, to the point that you'd fall asleep in places you would've never thought of. It wasn't like being in the hotel was the most entertaining thing for you, but it certainly wasn't as boring for you to end up sleeping on Jungkook's desk while you worked on some documents.

As much as you had tried to find that little thing that might've made your stomach upset, and influenced the way your body was working, you couldn't find anything out of usual.

"Earth calling Y/n" Jin joked, bringing you back to the conversation. "Are we so boring for you to ignore us?" he he reproached, pointing at you with the fork.

"I don't even know why you're surprised. She married Jungkook, at the end of the day" you heard Yoongi tease him back, licking his lips before he gave a sip of his drink filled with wine.

Jungkook's grip on your thigh tightened, drawing your eyes on him just so you could assure him for the fourth time that night that you were okay. Your soft smile was all he needed to relax again, and move back to allow the waiters to serve the food in front of you.

You didn't know if it was the way the fish was cooked, but you felt disgusted by its odor as soon as the plate was settled ahead of you.

"Y/n, are you okay? You look a bit pale" dared to ask, giving you a concerned look.

"Yes, I'm okay. It's just..." the sentence was interrupted by a gag reflex that you managed to stop before it was too obvious. Although you could only hold on to the noise from it, because the uncomfortable feeling stayed there for a second until you felt your stomach preparing for the second one "I'm sorry".

The chair squeaking under you, at the sudden movement to drag it away from the table to run away from there, made everyone look up to you. Until then, most of the people around the oval table were minding their business, but you made sure that attention would fall on Jungkook after your dramatic exit.

There wasn't anything as distressing as feeling the bile going up your throat until you were forced to take it out, kneeling in front of a toilet in the nearest restroom to the private room you all were in. For a few seconds, you dealt with your bangs and some locks making their way in front of your face, while you tried to keep the balance, until someone else got in charge of them. You'd recognize that gentle touch anywhere else, as he picked the hair that was bothering you with one hand and comforted you with the other on your back.

One last gag, one last spit, and you thought you were done. Your breathing was a bit faster from the effort, your eyes felt teary and you didn't want to imagine how bad you probably looked at that moment.

He handed you some paper, so you could clean your mouth as he flushed the toilet and waited for you to recover. He was squatting next to you, giving you that worried look that you recognized. Only one dangerous word from you, and he'd be setting the whole place on fire.

"Don't give me those eyes" you warned him, sighing as you sat on the top of the toilet.

"What eyes?" his tone sounded exhausting, and his body language was giving away how frustrated he actually was when he tilted his head.

"The eyes of someone who's about to kill somebody"

"Good, because I want to kill somebody" he replied. "You've been feeling bad all night. Or, let's better say, you've done well at pretending you were fine until now" he clicked his tongue. "What did you eat? Did you drink or eat something out of home? Did any of the food you ate this week taste weird?" he started asking, placing a hand subtly on your knee.

"I promise I'm okay" you insisted.

But that sentence most probably translated into something else in his brain. Jungkook stood up, extending his hand in front of you to help you get up.

Taking a deep breath, you got up from the place where you were sitting, feeling his fingers intertwining yours as he walked you outside. But instead of turning left to go back to the private area, he turned right, walking towards the exit. "Jungkook, the dinner..." you tried to stop him.

"Fuck the dinner" he huffed, "I'm taking you to the hospital".

It didn't matter how many times you insisted you were okay, his paranoia was winning the argument against you, and the slightest chance of you being poisoned some time in the week made all of his alarms blast at full volume in his head.

Jungkook insisted on you getting checked the first time you fell asleep next to him during one of the meetings. The next time was when you tripped on your feet when you went dizzy for a second. And that night was the last straw he needed to put a stop to your stubbornness.

You hated hospitals. The smell, the feeling of never being okay... you just couldn't stand being in those places. And the fact that you were dragged to one had you fuming all the way there, even if Jungkook tried to convince you that it was something you needed. It didn't matter how hard you wanted to stay mad, one look into his sparkly rounded eyes as he whispered that he'd feel relieved if he saw everything was okay and you were fumbled.

The doctor's first words after you got your tests done got you and Jungkook looking at each other, confused.

"When was the last time you had your period?" he asked, looking at you over his pasty squared glasses.

You pressed your lips together, trying to remember, and realizing you should've had your period two weeks back. It wasn't like your period was regular, but you never had delays of more than a week.

"A month ago" you whispered, with your voice lowering with every letter you pronounced.

"Everything is fine with your body, mrs. Jeon" he scoffed. "Really fine, actually".

As he handed you the papers with all of the results, you were sure your knowledge in Korean was deceiving you, inviting Jungkook to read them himself when he was aware of the shocked expression on your face.

"Positive" he whispered.

"Hmm. Yeah, it seems like that food that didn't sit well is actually a baby" the doctor joked. "Congratulations" he celebrated for the two of you, "or I'm sorry, I don't know".

You walked out first, bowing to him as you tried your best to walk on those heels when you were barely able to keep up with the weight of your own body. Jungkook read the results as he walked behind you, unbelieving of what his eyes were seeing.

"Y/n" he called you.

The tears in your eyes started rolling down your cheeks as you turned to him, being the only way to make that pressure on your chest feel a bit lighter. He hugged you tight, wrapping his arms around your body while you held onto his waist and hid your face on his chest.

"Shh" he tried to calm you down, moving his fingers through your locks.

"I'm pregnant" you whispered within hiccups. "We're going to have a kid".

If it weren't because, after three years of marriage, he knew you so well, he'd have thought that was bad news for you. Jungkook smiled against your temple, hugging you tighter and encouraging you to sob a bit louder.

Getting pregnant was an idea you got rid from throughout the years, it stopped being a topic of discussion between you two after several arguments where you felt insecure and undeserving of him, while he fought to show you the opposite. You had gone through different therapies, only to end up with the same disappointment every time. So seeing that "Positive" in your results was the closest you had ever been to witnessing a miracle.

"We're pregnant" you moved back, repeating it while looking him in the eyes.

"I know" Jungkook nodded, moving the locks away from your face and wiping the tears away as he stared into your bright eyes.

He had known you for quite some time, but he swore he hadn't seen the way his universe reflected in your eyes as clearly as it did that night.

You were lying in the middle of your bed, looking up at him as he joined you in your bedroom after taking a shower and changing his suit for some comfortable clothes. You managed to deal with some of the shared responsibility that came along with Bangtan, until your belly started to grow enough to make it impossible for you to barely move. For your safety, and his mental peace, Jungkook came up with the idea of you staying at home -with him only leaving whenever he was actually needed somewhere. But, most of the time, it was Jungkook orbiting around you and pleasing your needs before you could even be vocal about them.

That day, he had to take a morning trip to Seoul, forcing him to spend most of his day outside -which translated in him being present through texts or video calls several times throughout the day, until he managed to go back home.

He sat behind you, extending his legs around your hips so you were almost trapped in his body when his chest rested on your back and his chin on your shoulder.

"How are my two precious treasures doing?" his voice sounded muffled against your skin, with the vibrations tickling on your skin and making your body squirm with a giggle.

"Treasure number one is okay" you assured about yourself, "While treasure number two keeps making it clear he wants to be as a restless ass as his father" you joked.

"That's my boy" he cheered, receiving a playful jab on his stomach from you.

Still smiling, Jungkook leaned to kiss the curve of your shoulder over one of his oversized t-shirt, slowly moving up to your neck. You know he didn't do it with any intention of taking it further, they were more like caring pecks, but your body reacted to them as if he had dug through one of the most erogenous corners in your body.

"What?" he inquired, looking at you over your shoulder.

"Nothing" you tried to shrug it off, caressing his hands that almost covered your whole belly.

"Is it because I did..." he gave another kiss, making sure his lips would be in contact with your skin as he reached the collar of his t-shirt "this?".

"Kook" you warned him.

You didn't know if it were going crazy, or if it was because Jungkook had barely touched you that way ever since the belly started growing a significant amount, that made him be concerned of the slightest move you could make -which translated in more than two months going no further than some make out sessions that always left you over the edge. And while you appreciated how caring he was, it was driving you insane the distance he set for you two.

"Don't start something you won't finish" you asked him, tilting your head.

"Hmm, who said I won't finish it?" he challenged, rubbing his lips over the arch of your ear. After dropping a kiss on the sensitive skin behind it, he whispered "I know I said I would try to keep my hands to myself, but I can't do it anymore".

He moved his legs under yours, hooking your knees with his to pull them apart.

"How bad do you want me?" you teased, encouraged by the way his hands advanced over your inner thighs at a slow pace.

"Well, you have no idea of the many times I've ended up jerking off in the bathroom after seeing you naked, I think that should...".

A loud chuckle interrupted him, having you pushing him and kicking his arm "It'd have been enough just saying that you want me bad".

"I want you so bad, baby" he purred against your lips.

Shutting the moan that was coming out of your mouth at the sudden touch of his cold fingers with your folds, Jungkook linked your lips together. Your hips reacted automatically to his touch, grinding against his digits when they found their way to your clit, and that gentle rub made you ascend to the seventh heaven, squirming at every small touch he was giving you. Thatconstant sway of hips was also pushing him to the limit, feeling your ass pressing against his hard dick every time you tried to reach for tighter fictions against his fingerprints.

"You're so wet" he mumbled against your lips, tracing your lips with his tongue before he kissed you again. "How did I even think going without fucking you for months?".

"Because you're a dumbass" you gasped, back arching at the sudden throb in your core.

"Are you going to cum so fast?" his mocking tone only added fuel to the fire that was starting in your lower stomach, and that had you pulling the sheets underneath your feet away.

"Kook, please" the barely powerful fear of him leaving you hanging had you begging before you had to, making him scoff.

"I got you, babe" he assured, lowering his left hand from your neck to one of your breasts, softly pressing the palm of his hands against the hard nipple. "Cum for me, hmm? Get yourself ready, because you'll be coming on my cock next".

His lewd words were the final push you needed to let yourself go, embracing that desperate feeling that you were craving so much for the past few weeks, losing any type of control all over your body and letting the pleasure speak by itself when your back arched against his chest in sync with a whine.

You still thought Jungkook was messing with you, and that he'd help you clean yourself and change clothes as he helped you stand up and started undressing you. But his fingers moved over your skin as if he wanted to set you on fire again, rubbing the reverse of his digits every time he tried to pull one of the fabrics away.

"We'll be careful" his eyes looked deep into yours, as if he were promising his reflection that you'd both take it easy, rather than you. "We don't want to hurt Ujin".

You had many questions, started by that name, but you thought it was something to discuss later and keep the focus on what you two wanted to do.

Jungkook guided you back towards the bed, helping you move over the mattress until you laid on your side. He joined next to you right after, pinching your chin and kissing your forehead before he moved your legs over hip.

He had been deep diving for too long on the Internet about what were the safest sex positions, afraid that the moment of you two being unable to hold back your needs came.

Your pussy clenched at the first feeling of his tip against your folds, feeling your clit throb only at the idea of being stretched out by him again.

"If it hurts, or if it bothers you, I'll stop" he squeezed the skin under your chin, warning you.

Your lip was trapped under your upper teeth as he slowly rammed into you, stretching your walls inch by inch until you two were linked together completely, announcing it with a heavy gasp. Jungkook warned you with his eyes, announcing his movements before you nodded.

Feeling him go all the way out, to pound back into you as slowly had to be one of the most erotic thoughts you had ever felt, feeling all the hairs in your body raise whenever his tip teased its way out to then rub against the deepest spot it could reach in your guts.

His thumb kept tracing circles on your skin, holding you by your knees while his other hand was holding the curve on your neck softly, assuring himself that you were comfortable in that position, while you sneaked yours at the top of his head, playing with his hair as you felt the pleasure building up, closer to blow at any moment as his thrust sped up.

"Does it feel good?" his voice sounded raspy, yet he gave you such a gentle look that made your pussy and your heart throb at the same time.

"Yes, don't stop" you begged, pressing your palm against your clit.

"I missed so much how warm you feel around me, doll" Jungkook moaned, moving his head back for a moment before his eyes were back on yours. "You always take me so good".

With a more firm grip on your neck, he made sure your body didn't bounce too harshly for you to end up hurt, controlling the power of his thrusts. Changing the angle of his hips, he moved at the same steady pace, rubbing his tip against one particular spot that made your toes instantly curl.

You wouldn't last too long.

The touch of his hands, the sound of his groans and moans, and how his dick stretched out so well had you gripping the pillow cover beneath his head. And Jungkook loved that look on your face, that particular expression you made when you were ready to give him the world and everything he could ask for, too drunk in pleasure to think straight, giving you a tiny glimpse of how he felt around you every single day since he met you.

Your walls took him in, clenching around his length tight as if you didn't want him to leave ever again, at the same time your eyes rolled to the back and your jaw clenched with a prolonged moan. He went right after you, spilling his seed deep inside your cunt, feeling more connected to you than ever before.

As you two recovered, Jungkook stayed hugged to you, playing with your hair and smiling among shaky breaths.

"If you take so long to lay a hand on me ever again, I'll file for divorce" you joked, with a daydreaming smile curving on your face.

That wasn't what you were screaming when you two bursted inside the emergency room in the hospital, to later be dragged on a wheel chair to your room. In fact, you kept screaming how you wouldn't allow him to lay a hand on you ever again, or how unfair it was that you were the only one going through all the pain while all he did was stand there. You kept squirming once you were moved to a bed, groaning and whining at the intense pain in your lower stomach that was only preparing you for the pain you'd end up going through once Ujin decided to step into the real world and stop living peacefully inside of you.

Although it all lost sense, it all didn't matter, it was as if that pain had only been a nightmare when the nurse wrapped your baby in a towel and handed it to you, followed up close by his protective father's gaze until he was lying in your arms.

You remembered the way you cried when you were first told you were pregnant, and how you got so emotional whenever you saw him moving through that tiny television next to you, but it still didn't feel real. All those months you didn't get your hopes up, you didn't believe it'd end up with you holding your baby tight against your chest, while Jungkook snaked a hand behind your neck and his palm gently covered Ujin's head.

"His hands are so tiny" you sobbed, moving your index finger over his tiny hand. "He's so tiny".

"You made it, babe" Jungkook kissed the top of your head.

"We made it" you rubbed your head against his cheek, unable to control the tears from falling down at how full you were feeling in that particular moment.

The nurse smiled at you, standing at one side of your bed before asking "Do you know how you will name him?"

Jungkook looked down at you, receiving a proud smile before you took a breath and answered: "Our little blessing, Ujin".

#dirty talk #armpirate #request #fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #mafia!au #The Only One #reader insert

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k4mm · 9 months

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𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐒𝐞𝐭, 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

☆ - Fem Actor Reader X Tom Kaulitz

warnings : smut + maybe some degrading

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Tears in my eyes as I looked up at him, I reached out for his cheek. He sniffled, looking down at me, his hand on my cheek aswell.

“Do you really have to go?” My cheeks warm, my thumb rubbing over his lip. His breath hitched and he nodded slowly, kissing my forehead.

“I’m sorry, I have no choice.” He said, I could feel his warm tears falling onto my face.

“I wanna hold you in my arms one last time.” My voice shook and my heart heavy, and a lump in my throat.

“I wanna feel your lips one last time.” He croaked out, leaning down and kissing my lips. “I love you,” he said in between.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close. And sinking into the kiss, “I’ll always love you,”

“SCENE,” The director yelled out.

I let out a sigh of relief as I threw my arms down to my sides and started to walk away from the green screen, wiping my lips.

“We might have to reshoot that later.” The director said, I grimaced and furrowed my brows, looking at Tom. He shot me the same disgusted look,

“Can we get a break first?” He groaned out, I rolled my eyes. The director let out a sigh and looked at the crew, before looking back at us and shrugging.

“Fine,” He breathed, “take five.”

I watched Tom disappear, removing my gaze from him and to the camera, “Could I watch a short clip?” I asked my director.

“Always,” He said, bringing the camera close to my face and clicking play.

I watched how we touched each other and listened to our dialogue. Soon I decided to pause the recordings and take a break, walking away from the set. I felt my head pound when I arrived to my room, jiggling the doorknob to enter. I yawned and shut the door slowly, walking to the sofa infront of me afterwards. I laid my head down on my shoulder and let out a long sigh,

“Are you comfortable?” He smirked, I shot up from the sofa immediately, staring right into his naked torso

“What are you doing in my room?” I questioned him, clenching my fists as I glared at him.

“No, what are you doing in MY room?” He glared back

“I think you’re on something, this is MY room.”

“You’re mistaken, it’s my room.”

“I think you’re the mistaken one,” I mumbled, lowering my head to take a quick glance at his abs.

“What was that?” I could see him smirking as he watched my eyes move down.

“I said it’s my room,” I stuttered

“No, I heard something else.” He took a few steps closer,

“Then maybe you’re just deaf?” I teased him, sweat drops falling down from my forehead as I bit my lip anxiously, still staring down at him.

“I’d agree if you weren’t the one staring.” He said, taking a few more steps closer, making us atleast inches apart.

I couldn’t reply, what was I supposed to say to that? I kept my head down as I thought of what to say until his voice interrupted my thoughts,

“You’re still staring, babe.” I shot my head up to look at him, finding his smirk even larger than before.

“I hate you.”

He roughly grabbed my face, making me look him in the eye, “Really? Doesn’t seem like it.”

“Fuck yourself,”

“Do it for me, yeah?”

I couldn’t help but turn red at his comment and he noticed, bringing our faces even closer.

“You say you hate me, but you blush whenever I’m in your presence.”

My chest felt heavily as he pulled me into a rough, passionate kiss. He held me close with one of his hands attached to my nape, as the other held my face. My hands still on my side as I tilted my head, letting myself melt into the kiss. He brought his hand from my nape and down to my waist, rubbing up and down in between. I felt more secure, letting me lift my arms and place them onto his face, I swear I could feel him smiling as we kissed.

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part 1 ☆

Request by: @mygirlliddy

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I’m posting half of it so I don’t keep you waiting, but I’ll get started on part 2 whenever I have the time.

#tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #smut #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #request #x reader #female reader #y/n #x yn #actor #acting #wattpad

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blissxjj · 6 months

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Hello!! I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if you could write about touch starved MC x Satan (it’s your choice if you wish to include more brothers!)? I’m not sure if the shivering and tingly effect on the reader is due to being touch starved. So it might be sweet to see Satan figure out how they’re not afraid of him, just sensitive to soft or sudden touches, that’s all! (You could add in that MC hasn’t had their first kiss yet 🤭)

Hello and thanks for being my first ever obey me request :3

I love your idea and i think jumpy and touch starved innocent MC is the best canon out there <3

So here it is

Satan X Touch Starved Innocent MC

Warning:

NSFW (a little suggestive nothing too crazy)

Satan:

All the brothers thought you were too innocent for the devildom and they thought you will get killed here easily but to their surprise you managed to make pacts with all of them

Satan was surprised you managed to make a pact with Lucifer, you really are one little clever human

He really adored your personality and really wanted to have you just for himself

always looking to get your attention but you usually cut it off before he gets to touch you or even hold you

And now that he really think about it you never liked to hug or hold hands with anyone and whenever Asmo surprise hug you or grab you you just struggle and run away covering your face

Satan was determined to have you and his first thought was to make you comfortable near him

He invited you to spend time in his room saying he wants to discuss a book with you

You arrived at his room and he opened the door, you went straight to his bed and put some books on the floor to make space for yourself to sit down

Satan was studying your every move looking for any signs of discomfort but there were none

You looked perfectly comfortable and happier than usual having this stupid smile on your face

"I wonder what made you so happy MC" Satan asked

You immediately turn red and look away trying to think of an excuse but before you could say anything

His hand was on your chin guiding your eyes to his green orbs

He flet you shudder upon contact and he was happy you didn't push him off yet, he broke the silence saying

"Tell me the truth kitten don't lie to me"

He moved his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear and the words just couldn't come out of your mouth you were shivering none stop every time his hand moved an inch

"I- i love spending time with you Satan" you stutter out

He was happy you said that but that's not the answer he is looking for

"Then why do you push me away when i try and touch you? Are you that afraid of me?" He asked now sitting on the bed near you

"I am not afraid of you Satan... i want you to hold me i am just not used to it that's all" your voice was close to a whisper

And suddenly it hit him you where touch starved never really had an intimate moment with anyone other than him right now

"Answer me this MC... are you comfortable with me touching you like this?" He said getting his face close to yours

"Of course! ...I mean if you want to" you said loosing eye contact

He got close to your ear and you shudder at the feeling of his hot breath on your ear and neck he whispered

"That's the answer i was looking for"

In a split second you felt his soft lips on yours and your eyes shot wide open

You broke the contact and looked away embarrassed on so many levels

"What's wrong kitten want me to stop?" Satan asked

"No i- don't really know how to k- kiss" you said

Satan laid you back on his bed and got on top of you

"First kiss huh?" He asked

You nodded

"Don't be shy just follow my lead and don't be afraid honestly i don't care if you don't know how to kiss"

He said gently rubbing your hips and sides making you feel all kinds of things in your body

He continued getting closer to your face

"just the thought of your lips on mine makes my brain go blank"

You finally look at him realizing he is now in his demon form

You waste no time to grab him by the tie and pull him closer for another kiss.

Bold move right there MC :)

All right that's all for this scenario love the idea and had so much fun writing it thank you again for your request <3

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#fanfic #fandom #stories #obey me #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me scenarios #satan x mc #satan x reader #satan #request #anonymous #wattpad

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squicksquak · 22 days

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character.ai bots....

Jason Todd learning your native language (inspired by that episode of brooklyn 99 with Pimento and Rosa) implied fem user just by the fact that his tutor is a woman but the greeting can be edited!

The "Accidentally" calling him your husband tiktok trend with Jason Todd gn user

Girldad Jason Todd doing his daughter's hair gn user

Girldad Jason Todd meeting his daughter's s/o gn user

Jason Todd has a problem with his girlfriend's 3am singing fem user

Lucifer (Obey me!) enjoying a rainy day with you. gn user

(still adding more!)

#feedback is appreciated #if anyone's got requests i can do that too lmao #too lazy to make masterlists foe my other stuff but since I'm starting this just now i thought id just do it #id be embarrassed if i hadnt posted wdw fanfiction on wattpad at one point #anyway #jason todd #jason todd x reader #c.ai #jason todd c.ai bot #obey me #obey me lucifer #om lucifer #om lucifer c.ai #omswd

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restinslices · 2 months

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Some of y'all ain't thinking about being Ares' favorite mortal lover and him watching as you get in a new relationship with a guy that treats you terrible so he pulls up on the guy and reveals he's a god and goes over all his titles and ends on him being the protector of mistreated women then asking "have you been mistreating my woman?" AND THAT'S WHERE WE DIFFER

#I started obsessing over him as a joke but it ain't a joke no more #The soulja boy cranked me #is this something you'd hear in a cringy ass wattpad book? yes #but bitch let it slide this once😭#HE'S A GOD not a mafia boss so technically it's not as bad #I say in denial #Adam Copeland got me in a chokehold #RELEASE ME #during BHM too. The ancestors are not happy with me #ares pjo #ares percy jackson #ares x reader #or or or hear me out-#“have you been mistreating my wife?”#LISTEN-#I gotta stop fucking around and do requests 😭

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bellarkeselection · 4 months

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Cross My Heart Promise

Gif belongs to @miyagiverse

Request from Wattpad Treassuredavis33 reader has cancer and is in the hospital while Cole is her boyfriend she tells him to promise her something on her almost deathbed.

Tag list- send me an ask to be added @cognacdelights @connieisthesun @bbabycass

The Walter family had been forced to remain in the living room by Cole’s request when I collapsed on our date out tonight. I tried to lie and say it was nothing but now there was no way of keeping it a secret. He would know sooner rather than later I suppose now. Laying in the hospital bed I had an iv in my left arm. My hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail done by my boyfriend. “Y/n, I finally got the doctors to let me see you. What’s wrong?”

Cole came into the room dragging a chair right up to my bedside where I could see true concern in his green eyes. “Cole, I’m fine. I just…how much did the doctors tell you?”

“Nothing. They said that they will only talk with your parents or relatives. So what exactly is going on?” He asked me running his fingers through his hair.

Laying my head further back against the pillow I sighed tiredly. For our date we went riding out on horses like we did on our first date. He was riding in front of me while I felt myself getting dizzy and I fell off my horse. “I should have told you before now. I just didn’t know how you would react or if I could handle telling you what is going on because it scares me really bad…” I felt tears falling down my face getting emotional over this.

Unfortunately at the age that I am the doctor found out that the cancer that my mother had was passed down to me. My hair had started thinning meaning that it would start falling out soon. “Hey, hey, don’t cry on me. Just tell me what’s going on and I can try to fix it.” He reached forward, wiping away tears that had fallen.

“You can’t fix what is going to happen, Cole. So I decided that we should just end things now before we get too involved with each other.” I admit avoiding his gaze.

He shook his head confused. “Why would we end things? I know I’m not good at the whole boyfriend thing but I don’t want to break up with you.”

“Cole, we really can’t afford to be together anymore. I’m not good for you -“ He cut me off climbing up to sit on the edge of the bed and holding my face in his hands so I’d look him in the eye.

“That’s ridiculous Y/n. If anything I am not good for you. I normally do hookups and commit with girls. Until I met you…I want a real relationship with you.”

Blinking through my eyes I sniffed. “You’d want to be with someone who has cancer?”

“That’s what you weren’t wanting to tell me. Why did you think you couldn’t tell me about something? That’s a big deal to have cancer.” Cole declared in a baffled tone,

Shaking my head I felt more tears coming down. “Be for real, Cole. You don’t want to date someone who has cancer. You’re the popular guy at school and could have anyone else. I understand that so I’m ending this so you don’t have to deal with all the stress later down the road.”

“What makes you think that I’d want to break up with you over that? I don’t care about my reputation. It's ridiculous to me that people don’t consider I might be more than the guy who sleeps around.” He rests his forehead against mine. “I’d want to be with you no matter what Y/n L/n.”

Placing my head against his chest he wrapped his arms around my waist. We let silence fill the hospital room. He had his whole family in the room and they had all been concerned since I had a relationship with each of them. Cole kissed my forehead hearing me sniffing through some more tears.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I was just afraid you’d walk away from me.” I mumbled into his brown jacket clutching my fingers on his forearms.

Cole slightly pulled away from me and I saw some tears coming down his face too. “I’d never leave you because of your illness. I freaking have feelings for you so bad that I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. I want to make you happy and everything else. So you’d never be just a hook up to me.”

“I can’t believe you’re sticking around for me, Cole. I….I want a real relationship with you too.” I wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug and he hugged me back blinking away more tears.

A few minutes later he felt me draw away from him where he tilted his head downward to my gaze. “What’s wrong, Y/n?”

“Now that we talked about my situation there’s something I want to ask of you.” I trailed off and he nodded letting me keep talking. “I need you to promise me something important. I need you to promise me that you’ll be nice to Jackie if things get worse for me.”

Cole shakes his head not wanting to think about the worst happening. “Things aren’t going to get bad for us. Not while we are together.”

“I know you don’t want to talk about that. I don’t either but it is possible. So promise me, promise me that you will be nicer to her. She doesn’t deserve someone being mean to her after the trauma she has to deal with….so as your girlfriend I’m asking that you promise me this.” Squeezing his shoulder blades in my nails he didn’t waste a second in kissing me slowly.

I leaned into the kiss lightly smiling and he broke it whispering under his breath. “We’re gonna get through this, Y/n. But I do promise to be better around her for you.”

“Thank you, Cole. I appreciate it…” I smiled feeling him climb in on the other side of the bed once I scooted over. Cole wrapped his arms around me and I cling onto his embrace before we just let silence fill the room. Not wanting to talk about the struggles of me having cancer just yet. So we remained just holding onto one another for comfort.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#cole walter #cole x reader #cole walter x reader #noah lalonde #my life with the walter boys #mlwtwb #jackie howard #cancer #reader with cancer #ask box is open for anything #requests open #comments really appreciated #wattpad request #hospital #colewalteredit #horse ranch #promises

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seungily · 10 months

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can i make a request, since enhypen hates doing a dishes can u make a story where jungwon does the dishes for their significant others cause they ask him and he does it willingly and enhypen is like shocked that he is doing the dishes and teases him for being whipped for his significant other

♡𓂃 anything for you YJW

author’s note: THIS IS SMTH SO DIFFERENT AND I ENJOYED WRITING THIS SM <3 thank you for requesting !!

the boys were coming over to your and jungwon’s apartment, it wasn’t the first time since the guys would have movie nights weekly or monthly is they had work to do. today however you decided to show your amazing baking skills to the boys!

you already had prepared all the snacks the night before and were just checking on your cookies in the oven. someone suddenly backhugs you causing you to flinch but you soon relax in the familiar scent.

“love you dont have to do this y’know? they dont deserve so much love and efforts from you” he was worried ofc since he never saw you being this productive (pLS)

“bae this is the least i can do for you and your friends, I just want them to feel welcomed and show off my baking skill!”

“..yeah i think i smell something burning”

soon they all came over and were pretty amazed by your cooking skills especially jay (lmASO) who loved the cookies that you almost burned because of jungwon (you later kickd him out the kitchen 🧍🏻‍♀️)

the movie night went well and the boys had dinner aswell. as soon as you walked into the kitchen you started feeling tired and extremely lazy. you slouched on the counter while getting ready to wash the dishes staring at the mess.

“love are you okay?” jungwon could see the drowsiness in your eyes and placed a kiss on your forehead “oh im fin-“

“how about i wash the dishes today and you relax?, you’ve been working since last night angel.” he said as he kissed your cheek gently. needless to say it was a sweet gesture and you were VERY flustered

“jungwon how come you never do the dishes at the dorm and now you like it” sunghoon yelled from the couch teasingly

“oh my our leader is whipped for his angel” niki joined in the teasing causing everyone including you to giggle while jungwon stood there blushing from ear to ear.

after getting pushed inside your room to rest, jungwon kicked out his members who were still teasing him about the sweet interaction and told him he was washing dishes in the dorm for the follwing week.

he finished the work while he joined you in bed, he pulled you close to him and felt you moving in your sleep. “sorry did i wake you up” you slowly shake your head a no under the blanket. god you were gonna be the death of him. “im so lucky to have you mydude”

“..yn why on earth are you calling me your dude”

“because youre mine :]”

“BUT THE DUDE-“

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snowfll · 4 months

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took a break on here to focus on my wattpad fic, but i missed writing on here! send in requests so i can get back to writing!

also why not add a lil edit for my treech fic on wattpad :)

@ snowfll on wattpad

📖 - i bet on losing dogs.

💌- treech

👤- vienna hawthorne

🎬- the ballad of songbirds and snakes

#tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #treech #the hunger games #treech x reader #treech fanfiction #treech tbosas #i love treech #lumberjack boy #district seven #mentor x treech #wattpad fic #requests open

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harrysonlylover · 1 month

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Discipline

Summary: Agent Harry cherishes discipline, but he doesn’t like the fact that Y/n has been lacking it.

Trope: Agent Harry

WC: 6.8k

Warnings: MEAN Harry, shouting at Y/n, Angst, mention of blood tests and deficiencies, NO SMUT.

Agent Harry Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Choosing to become an agent would either be the worst decision in your life or the best. In Harry’s case, it was the latter.

He was born a leader—at least according to his mother. He had the household controlled from a young age, something that was perceived as adorable by adults.

But behind all his antics and “boss orders”, was a man eager to assert dominance starting from his early years.

His behavior was a replica of a leader or a man in power. His mother didn’t oppose his personality, perhaps a part of her thought it was just a phase, while the other was okay with it.

Little did she know that this stubborn young man would grow up to become one of London’s best secret agents.

As some would say—he didn’t choose the path, the path chose him. A fresh High School graduate eager to take a bite from what the world was offering him with little to no guidance.

Instead, he poured all of his focus on training like a man ready to enroll in the military—something that his mom disapproved of.

How could she allow her son, her boy to sign himself up like that?

Underneath his rough exterior and judgmental persona, his mother’s beliefs were dear to him. To this day, no one has deemed himself as important as her, and perhaps no one ever will.

So, after her sudden death when he was merely twenty—he allowed himself to get lost in grief, to go against the orders he created, and betray his strictness. His body dragged him around from one place to another, asking for fights, a punch here and there to transfer his emotional maim to a physical one.

The last time he would do that was also his first chance at a new beginning. Drunk and out of his mind at a local bar, the whiskey still fresh on his tongue with rage bubbling in his core.

Just like every previous time, he ensued a fight for no reason. But this time, it was different because he had an admirer and more of a stalker.

Ezra Nakrosa, the director of the London Intelligence Agency. A man whose reputation preceded him and Harry’s mentor for the upcoming years.

He wasn’t actively pursuing him, but he kept his eyes on him after he managed to take down three men with alcohol in his system.

He watched him drink one glass after the other and scoffed to himself when he caused a fight. The last thing he expected was for Harry to outpower them all.

Since then, he watched him from afar, studied his file, and was even more interested upon finding out that he had no family.

The agency always preferred recruiting agents with little to no loved ones, for many obvious reasons and Ezra felt like he hit the jackpot.

That night, he watched Harry intently observing his moves and his body language, before approaching him after the bar owner kicked him out.

Again—he didn’t choose this path, it chose him.

Ezra didn’t even have the chance to speak because Harry was quick to confess that ‘he wasn’t dumb to not notice men stalking him’.

His agents were the best, so how did a man from a small town detect undercover agents?

He knew in that moment that he would work hard to recruit Harry, and ironically he didn’t have to ask twice.

From that day onwards, Harry climbed the ladder to the top with the help of his mentor. He found a purpose to live again, somewhere to cage his rage, and use his strategic thinking skills paired with his physical strength.

While most agents took time to adapt to the new environment, and around two years to be qualified as a field agent—Harry got his first mission in one year.

Not because Ezra secretly favored him compared to others, but because he managed to prove himself worthy, making the board demand his transfer to the field.

He was aware of the progress he made and with every milestone, his ego inflated a bit (and his biceps too).

He turned thirty-one recently, marking eleven years of being a skilled agent. Ezra’s retirement is approaching by the second and everyone is whispering rumors about Harry becoming the next chief director.

It’s a decision that hasn’t been discussed yet, but Ezra is aware that Harry will approve instantly because no one can do it like him. Besides, the agency is his entire life.

He has no loved ones and he dedicated years and hard work to the agency. He knows nothing else.

What could make Harry Styles so busy other than his position as a secret agent?

The agency is preparing for a major attack on a drug cartel, and Harry has been training everyone ruthlessly. The plan he devised was strategic and well-planned from A to Z. It can’t go wrong.

But for today, he allowed them some rest after some bargaining with the other trainer. So instead, he directed his focus towards other agents.

According to him, time can’t be wasted.

The room was filled with agents in every corner. Most of them were beginners while the others trained for their upcoming missions that weren’t as important as the drug cartel attack.

The smell of sweat and tiredness reeked from their exhausted but energetic bodies. Harry focused on strengthening their stamina because a weak one won’t benefit them in the field.

“Faster! A child can do better than you.” His voice echoed in the tight space as he stood in front of the lined agents on the ground.

Even his position whether he was sitting or standing declared his authority and sense of power. His arms were folded against his chest, showcasing his pumped biceps and his facial expression did not harbor any warm smile or softness. No one dared to look him in the eyes anyway.

“With a stamina like that, you’d be dead already!” His loud shouting wasn’t helping the poor beginner agents who cursed their luck that landed Harry as their trainer for the day.

Their current exercise was pushups. A basic one but effective in Harry’s opinion, but their exhaustion makes sense when he wants them to do 200 consecutive pushups without resting, and with sudden planks in between that don’t stop until he says so.

Harry may be a bit biased, but he fully believes that the other trainer (whom he doesn’t like) is being too soft with the newcomers. Something that shouldn’t happen.

He glanced at their worn-out faces and rolled his eyes before dismissing them.

“I’ll be discussing your weaknesses with Agent Ian. Go eat and rest but know that you shouldn’t be called agents for this shitshow.” He spat his criticism mercilessly uncaring for their feelings.

He watched them stumble out of the room, some of them limping as he remained in his place with the same posture of a leader.

Once everyone was out, his gaze drifted to the punching bag in the corner. He felt like it was calling for him despite the four-hour workout he did in the morning.

His thirst for combat or any type of martial arts could not be tamed. But upon gazing a bit too much at the punching bag, he remembered something he was supposed to do.

His legs immediately take action before his brain as he flees out of the room heading towards a private floor that is restricted for regular agents.

Only Harry, Ezra, high-ranking agents, and members of the board can access this floor. But for an unknown reason, Harry found himself giving Y/n access to his private gym.

There are many layers to things that shouldn’t happen but it seemed as if Harry didn’t care or was perhaps unaware of his actions.

Agents like Y/n shouldn’t be on this floor, but they also can’t be trained privately.

The first restriction is more important, but the second is rather for caution—to maintain a professional relationship between regular agents and higher rank ones.

All agents were trained in groups and if they needed to work on certain issues, their trainer would give them advice but not train them individually.

Harry doesn’t always train Y/n’s group but as of late, he noticed her lack of discipline and physical stamina when it comes to combat.

He knew that she wasn’t that weak which meant that she had been slacking off with training and that pissed him off.

So he ordered her to wait for him in room 309 at exactly two in the afternoon. His boots left an echo as he walked through the corridor with a confident stride. Yet, something kept poking at his brain allowing anxiety to settle in his stomach. He wasn’t entirely comfortable.

He pushed the door to the gym open, reaching his hand for the light switch. It was somewhat dim, obscuring Y/n from his view. She sat on the ground in a corner with her head tilted upwards. In the few seconds between moving her head and meeting his sharp eyes, he got to catch a glimpse of her in a calm state, almost unobserved. Even then, she looked obscenely beautiful.

“You’re late.” She gestured to the clock on the wall in a sarcastic tone that indicated his five-minute delay.

“No. You’re early.” He tried to hide his smirk before failing upon seeing the frown on her face.

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes and supported her body using her hands to get up—something that caught Harry’s eye.

“You’re an agent. You shouldn’t act like a 70-year-old woman at a retirement home.” His tone could cut a vein open, but at this point, she kind of got familiar with it.

She avoided responding or looking him in the eye because one answer would drag the other and he would end up questioning her on her performance—and frankly, she doesn’t have a proper response for that.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t take it any further and instructs her to warm up for fifteen minutes in a corner.

She does so with exhaustion traveling through her veins. The only thing that helps her through it is the sight of his athletic body.

His shirt is still on but it perfectly outlines his biceps that he wraps around her body to manhandle her during sex—

She quickly shakes her head to rid herself of the sinful thoughts she’s having. But again—would it be so bad to crave something that happens every other day?

Their steamy encounters keep increasing behind closed doors, and he puts on his boss’s facade once they’re out. She’s not sure if she likes that or not, but either way, she doesn’t have a say in it.

Their relationship is strictly physical.

Even if her lips begged her to find his at random moments throughout the day, even if their naked bodies molded after sex, and even if she was awake when he kissed her temple.

“Okay, that’s it.” The expression on his face held ambiguous cues, but he refrained from saying anything.

She caught her breath as shame creeped up her face planting a rosy color on her cheeks. She walked over to him with her head hung low, and nails digging into her palm.

“I need you to do some boxing because your game is getting weak.” He sighed as disappointment reeked from his words, causing more redness to settle on her face.

He helped her wear the boxing gloves as he intently glanced at her worried expression.

The first ten minutes were okay. Some form of another warm-up in Harry’s opinion. He has seen her train many times before and by now she would have the bag swinging left and right.

It made him think back to her friendly match with another agent and how she got a hit to the stomach—if he hadn’t stopped it, other areas would have been affected as well.

Not to mention her stamina in recent training—Harry simply could not let her lose her strength out of everyone else.

“Focus harder.” His posture was a warning—an indication of his bubbling anger. His arms were crossed, giving more room for his biceps to rightfully appear.

His legs were parted as he stood motionless, simply burning Y/n’s shame with his piercing gaze. She could feel it. How he had something going on in his mind, aching to roll off his lips.

His jaw ticked while his eyes followed the movement of her hands in sync with the boxing bag. It was a disaster.

“You know who gives this fucking performance? A beginner.” His tone began to increase gradually.

She swallowed down her throat, trying to ignore his intimidating posture and body that could be warm at times and cold at others.

It wasn’t odd for him to be harsh and strict during training—except that he never spoke to her like this. Not even when she was snarky and replied at things that had nothing to do with her.

Superior agents were not allowed to train any lower-ranking agent privately, and she wasn’t an idiot to dismiss that rule. But why was he acting this way?

She punched harder gathering all the strength left in her muscles, for the bag to only move a bit farther. She almost lost her footing but kept going for him. She never wanted to disappoint him.

“A fucking shitshow.” He mumbled quietly under his breath—but she heard it, and it went straight through her heart like an arrow.

“For the love of god, you’re a skilled agent so act like one!” His shouting echoed through the room making her stop and glance at him.

He was visibly furious with a vein bulging from his neck. His hand was trembling and his breaths were laboured. She hasn’t seen him in such a state before, and she regrets that she just did.

No one wanted to be on the receiving end of his anger but especially not her.

Besides, underneath all the tough facade that she puts on and her bold replies, she’s very sensitive and completely vulnerable when it comes to him.

Getting shouted at and taking orders from superiors was just another day for agents, but Harry? She was fucking falling for him.

She sighed, gathering her pride before continuing to punch the bag, ignoring the signs her body was giving her to stop.

He observed her for a minute or two, with his eyes darting between her hands and the sway of the bag. He slid down to her legs, and how they were positioned and stationed.

He took a deep breath, shut his eyes, and shook his head in frustration. Did everything she learn evaporate in thin air?

“If you were in the field right now, you’d be fucking dead.” He began walking around her, throwing one sharp comment after the other.

“Are your legs paralyzed? Are you supposed to stand like that when fighting?! His shouting kept getting louder, pushing at her tear duct to open.

He suddenly punched the bag with his bare hand causing it to swing way farther, almost hitting the mirror facing them.

“Is it that hard, Y/n?” He gestured to the swinging bag.

“Where is your strength!” He was fucking fuming.

What would he do if she went on a mission with such weakness? What would happen to her if he wasn’t there?

He was too occupied with his fears to notice her frantically taking the gloves off with tears streaming down her extremely rosy cheeks.

“Y/n…” He tried to speak but her sobbing was louder than his words.

It was just another training. He has been way harsher before but this was his first time seeing her cry because of him. It was more painful than a bullet.

“J-just stop!” Her words were barely coherent with how hard she was crying. He stood in front of her unable to do or say anything.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. She was never supposed to cry because of him and he shouldn’t have raised his voice this way.

The boxing gloves hit the ground as she hiccuped from sobbing. She picked up her bag from the ground and turned around to face him with red eyes and a broken expression.

“Leave me alone.” The loud thud of the door closing made him flinch. He still hasn’t moved an inch trying to grasp what he had done.

Being mean and strict was all he ever knew. He never toned it down for anyone and it didn’t reflect how he felt towards them. When it came to Y/n, it was more out of protection and fear of something happening to her. He wanted her to defend herself properly and be a skilled agent. He didn’t understand why she was slacking with training like that, missing some sessions, or letting other agents beat her.

She was an amazing agent and managed to reach the top ranks in a short period, just like him.

He lost himself while training her, but he shouldn’t have assumed that she could take all of that as a motivation. There’s no such thing as being gentle in the agency, and Y/n is one tough woman. Still, he didn’t speak to her like that before. If anything, she was the only agent he praised in his ten years of service.

Did that have to do with their secret meet-ups?

Whatever the reason, he fucked up. If someone made her cry, he wouldn’t let them see the light of the day again, and no he doesn’t know why he feels the need to protect her from everything or why he isn’t running after her this instant.

He’s a pretty shit communicator—that’s the only thing he knows.

“Harry.” Ezra snapped him out of his thoughts. He was standing in the doorway with a worried expression.

“In my office. Now.”

Harry was all too familiar with this office. He has been here a million times for the good and bad. The leather sofa he’s resting on is somewhat his signature sofa, no one else uses it but him.

His legs are spread and his left knee is bouncing as his fingers tap repeatedly on the edge of the sofa. His expression is serious as always and holds no room for bargaining. If you get close enough, you’d hear his blood boiling in his veins and the echo of Y/n’s cries repeating in his head.

“Harry.” Ezra cleared his throat, letting out an exhale before clasping his hands together.

He didn’t need to wait for Harry to turn around and acknowledge him, he had his body language memorized by heart. He instantly caught on and noticed his agitation and stress—something that he doesn’t exhibit regularly.

“I will not question you as to why an agent like Y/n had access to this restricted floor.” Ezra trusted her but if it were a different agent, he could not let it slide easily.

“What I will ask is—why did she run from here crying?” He wasn’t born yesterday. Harry’s bias toward her and his extra attention was easy to catch, especially when he had known him for a long period.

His question was met with silence and the tightening of Harry’s jaw. He kept observing him shamelessly wondering when was the last time he showed such distress over another human being.

“At least tell me why you were training her privately. You have never done that nor should you, but what’s so simple—“

“She’s getting weaker!” Harry slammed his hand on the mahogany desk, catching Ezra off guard and spilling some of his coffee.

“Low stamina and endurance, weak punches, wrong posture, and allowing others to win in matches.” His nostrils flared while his hand trembled from the pent-up anger. The tick of his jaw was unsettling and his brows furrowed with great agitation.

Ezra remained calm partly because he was familiar with Harry’s outbursts, but also because he was shocked by his response.

It would be hard to recall a decade of knowing someone, but if he’s not mistaken, Ezra has never witnessed Harry giving two fucks about someone other than his late mother, let alone an agent.

But damn it if it didn’t make sense.

“So what? Many agents slack sometimes.”

“Well, she’s not any agent. She’s smart, strong, and a skilled agent. Have you thought about what would happen to her in the field?!” His body language was less tense, but his defense grew stronger giving Ezra the final piece of the puzzle.

As the chief director of the agency, he’s slightly disappointed by Harry’s lack of professionalism, but as his mentor and nonbiological father figure, he’s happy for him.

He’s on the road to finding love and caring for someone else is a promising step to de-freeze his cold heart.

Ezra didn’t convey any form of emotion and sported a poker face. Harry looked as if he was still gathering evidence in his mind while simultaneously waiting for Ezra to say something.

“A while ago, Y/n asked for my help.” Harry’s expression changed completely.

“Wha—“

“Patience Son.” He warned, gesturing for him to relax a bit—which he did reluctantly.

“She wasn’t feeling well and told me that she wanted to get some tests done.” The words rolled off his lips smoothly as if he wasn’t casually telling him that something was wrong with her. If it weren’t for Ezra, Harry would be halfway through the door right now.

“The only obstacle was you.”

“Me?” Harry’s voice was rather timid this time—another surprise for Ezra.

“Yes. If she asked for the agency’s doctor to perform them, then you would have known one way or another. The reason she avoided telling you remained unknown to me—but I did help her to get them done.” Harry’s mouth went dry and he felt his vision getting blurry.

Y/n was not feeling fine, and he thought she was slacking.

He was frozen in his place, stuck to the sofa trying to comprehend what his mentor just said. His chest tightened and his heartbeats increased gradually.

“I—“

“The tests came back and the doctor I contacted said that it’s mild anemia. Nothing too scary, it’s treatable.” Ezra stopped right there after noticing the change of color on Harry’s face. He looked like he was about to faint.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He immediately passed him a water bottle and watched him take a few sips with furrowed brows.

What is up with this boy, Ezra thought.

“Do you need food—“

“She doesn’t have a history of anemia, where the fuck did it come from?” He returned to his normal angry self by posing more questions.

“The doctor said that mild anemia can develop suddenly—due to lifestyle practices of course but Harry it’s manageable.“ He could no longer tell his body language. Was he angry? sad? overwhelmed?

Harry stared at the wall, avoiding eye contact but continued his knee bouncing. He unconsciously began cracking his knuckles as Ezra’s presence was erased from his mind.

Only Y/n occupied his thoughts.

His little minx.

She was sick, refused to inform him and all he did was make it worse. His nails dug into the leather sofa, almost tearing off a piece with how hard he pressed.

He was a fucking idiot for not noticing her cues. What kind of sick bastard was he?

“Harry!” Ezra stood in front of him, snapping his fingers to coax him back from his dissociation.

He had a file in his hand that he threw in Harry’s lap. “These are her tests. Take them and fix what you have done son. I know that you hate apologizing—but sometimes it’s what you should do with certain people like Y/n.”

Harry was up on his feet in seconds heading towards the door with the file in his hand.

“And Harry?”

He waited for him to turn around before continuing.

“I know nothing about this.” A hint of a smile was painted across his face with some mischief.

Y/n was curled up on her couch under her fuzzy blanket with a half-eaten chocolate bar next to her. Her tears barely dried before another wave came through upon remembering what unfolded a few hours ago.

She glanced to the other side of the room where her beloved (and only) companion was staring.

“He’s a meanie TimTim.” She wiped her tears using her sleeves as her sniffling increased.

Unfortunately, her companion cannot comfort her verbally. TimTim is a penguin plushie that has been with her through everything. The nature of her job prevented her from adopting a pet—something that she wanted so badly. Her constant absence did not make her qualified to look after a small creature, but TimTim sufficed.

“…but he has a good dick… and a good heart sometimes.” She rolled her eyes at her stupidness. No matter how badly someone hurt her, she’d always find an excuse to justify their actions.

Her recent argument with Harry had many layers to it. To begin with, he wasn’t exactly a love-dovie type of person. His attitude toward her was slightly less bitchy compared to other agents—but she also drove him nuts by throwing back sassy replies and remarks.

He was the most stubborn and cold-blooded man she had ever met, not because he liked to do it for fun or out of sadist tendencies—it was just his character.

Discipline, Respect, Loyalty. Those were his most sacred traits. Most agents nowadays were weak according to him, so he found himself resorting to tougher training and a harsher approach.

Her eyes didn’t swell with tears because of his sharp words and anger. Frankly, she knew how he could turn into someone else during training, and rightfully so.

But validation from him mattered. If she placed her biased feelings aside, she would find that he was her favorite superior. He’s a talented agent with the right principles and morals. She looked up to him.

She never wanted to disappoint him, but she managed to.

The more she thought about it, the more tears flowed out of her tear duct. The fury and frustration that he expressed pained her, it was so different from his usual smirks that were followed by praises.

When she could no longer handle his disappointment, she broke down revealing all the ache that she had been carrying.

Letting him down was never on her agenda, but neither was getting sick. She began noticing her decrease in performance a while ago, along with fainting twice. She dismissed it thinking that she just needed more sleep or perhaps more days off.

But when the symptoms persisted, she knew something was off. Telling Harry was not an option, mostly because she didn’t know how he would react but it also felt like something that must be kept a secret from him, so she resorted to Ezra.

He hasn’t replied but she spotted him from her peripheral vision upon leaving earlier today, and her emotions were all over the place to give two fucks, which explains why she came to her apartment.

Usually field agents like her sleep at the agency and dedicate their time to the secret service. She was one among many who became orphans at a young age, and this made it easier for the agency to make them stay there instead of in apartments.

No loved ones always meant a safer life for people like them.

Still, Y/n liked the idea of having a designated space for her. If she was destined to be lonely, she might as well learn to enjoy it.

So despite not being allowed to leave without prior notice, she immediately found herself in her cozy flat munching on chocolate and ranting to TimTim as she hiccuped and sniffled repeatedly.

What confused her even more was his expression of regret upon seeing her cry. She was too upset to register it, but now that she let everything out and recalled what went down, she was certain that it wasn’t something usual of him.

His entire demeanour switched and he was confused whether to step forward or backward as he softly whispered her name.

Did he act the same way with other agents? Fuck no.

But does that mean that he regretted what he had done?

Maybe his eyes that tried to decode her feelings exposed him, or his hand that unconsciously moved forward towards her body—

Y/n covered her face with her hands and groaned loudly as if her thoughts would stop colliding. Everything was puzzling her more and more. Was he disappointed or not?

The loud banging on her door pulled her out of her tangled thoughts and vulnerable character.

She certainly wasn’t around enough to become besties with her neighbors or have friends to pop in for girls’ night.

Perhaps the agency sent someone to get her, but how would they know that she came here? Maybe they just tried their luck—

The banging got louder as if it was a warning. Whoever was outside, planned to come inside no matter what.

Y/n immediately switched into agent mode and grabbed a gun from the nearest drawer. Better be safe than sorry.

She walked slowly to the door with careful footsteps and high heartbeats. The door didn’t have a hole in it, so she’d either have to ask who was outside—or open the door.

But her guest beat her to it.

“Y/n…open the door.” Harry’s voice made her take a step back. The fresh tear stains on her cheeks burned upon hearing his words. What brought him here?

Hell, a serial killer would’ve been less surprising.

“No.” She lowered her gun and relaxed her shoulders a bit. More tears threatened to fall as she slowly turned around toward the couch.

He hasn’t been to her apartment before which means that he had some fun with her record. He’s most likely here to drive her back to the agency where she’ll receive a warning for leaving—what else could be here for?

“Y/n… I can pick the lock, break the door, or you can just let me in.” He huffed in annoyance at her stubbornness. She might as well turn on the TV to ignore him.

They both knew that he wasn’t joking. He could break in if he wanted, but Y/n was too busy trying to understand why he came here.

“Listen, I know about the lab tests.” Y/n’s eyes widened in shock. Damn it, Ezra.

So this is what he’s here for. A double warning. One for leaving and one for not informing him of her sickness.

She was near the door in two seconds, unlocking it and facing him despite her messy look and tired teary face.

“Since when—“ She meant to stay focused. She really did. But as usual, he found a way to make her forget about her anger.

He was dressed normally. It was odd to see him in something outside of his work attire, even if it was a simple hoodie with matching joggers. He looked cozy.

But what made her jaw drop was the fresh bouquet of yellow tulips in his right hand.

He got her flowers?

He cleared his throat making her realize how shocked she looked, and he didn’t blame her. She was the first woman he bought flowers for, ever.

The sight of her swollen eye and dried tears made him tighten his grip on the bouquet. A sight that will never leave his mind.

“I—“ She tried to let out something but she failed and moved aside for him to enter.

“Why the tulips?” She stood with her arms crossed trying to decipher what was going on.

“You like them.” His answer was short and clear but it held more meaning. She doesn’t recall letting him in on her favorite flowers—

“I overheard you telling Tania.” He shrugged as if it was not a big deal to eavesdrop on other agents and then memorize Y/n’s favorite flower.

He scanned the apartment with his eyes carefully—a habit of his for safety. It was more out of curiosity as if it would whisper to him secrets about Y/n.

“Why are you here?” Her voice seemed timid and broken.

He ignored her query and continued scanning his surroundings for a hint of her personality.

“Chocolate…?” He furrowed his eyebrows at her but it was hard to focus or look her in the eye without noticing her puffy face.

“Here to lecture me?” She scoffed, walking past him to the safe corner she made on her couch.

She covered herself and returned to her previous position as if her superior at work was not standing before her—with her favorite flowers still in his hand.

What the fuck is up with the flowers, she thought.

“If you want to stand there and give your lecture, then be my guest.” She mumbled coldly without blinking once. The coziness from the soft blanket slowly came back, but Harry’s cold stare fought it.

The last thing she expected him to do was sit next to her and rest his hands on her legs. She had a billion questions swimming in her head and she bit her tongue to not ramble and ask what the fuck was going on.

“I’m Sorry.” It rolled off his lips so easily, but her ears couldn’t process it. She stayed silent and did not move an inch as she stared ahead, ignoring his warm touch.

If she can’t understand anything, she’ll just listen and observe cluelessly.

“I had no idea that you were sick— I wouldn’t have pushed you this much if I did. But still, that’s not an excuse. I shouldn’t push you at all.” His words were direct and his voice was unshakeable. He was fully confident of what he was saying, with no shame.

She swallowed down her throat, fighting the tears threatening to fall down her face.

“I spoke with Ezra…and he gave me your tests. A doctor reviewed them and said it’s mild anemia.” The tears fell silently on her face disobeying her. Harry stopped speaking as if he felt her sadness.

“Could you get up a bit? Hmm?” He rubbed soothing circles on her skin and waited patiently for her answer.

She slowly lifted herself despite her reluctance, but still refused to look him in the eye. He can see her tears falling from the side and it makes him want to punch a wall.

“Attagirl. Look at me please.” He stroked her cheek softly with his knuckles.

She slowly turned her face in his direction as his hand reached out to wipe her tears.

“You’re pretty when you cry, but I don’t like it.” He whispered with his voice being barely audible. His eyes were fixated on her gorgeous lashes that she batted at him. How did she exist like an angel so casually?

“Yeah well, it was you who made me cry.” She mumbled like a child, crossing her arms at her chest.

“I’m a dickhead.” He laughed at the cute face she made with his hand still wiping any new tears that fall.

He’ll be damned if he’ll let her cry again.

“I know.” She rolled her eyes and reached out for the file next to him.

“Y/n—“

“What did the doctor say?”

“Like I said, it’s mild anemia. But nothing too dangerous. I got you the supplement he prescribed.” Harry gestured to the bottle placed near the flowers.

“And you missy will have your diet monitored by me. I want you eating iron-filled foods—“ He barely completely his sentence before Y/n was groaning loudly and slumping backward on the couch.

“Get up. Don’t make me tickle you.” He warned and she lifted herself within seconds with a pout on her face.

“Now the question is… why were you ignoring your needs?” It was the only question that she wished he wouldn’t ask. But nothing can stop him from knowing what he wants.

She stared at TimTim despite his piercing gaze on her hoping that the plushie could rescue her somehow.

“I wasn’t ignoring them, I guess I simply didn’t realize.” She swallowed down her throat, avoiding eye contact.

“You didn’t want to tell me.” He pressed further. His tone was soft but impatient—he’d beg on his knees if he had to.

“I—“ She focused her gaze on TimTim again causing Harry to turn his head around for a look.

“A plushie?” He scrunched his face in shock.

“So?” She raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms against her chest. She seemed ready to punch him if he made fun of her.

“No comment.” He raised his hands in the air letting out a soft smile. It was a rare sight, but a beautiful one. She liked seeing him smile as his dimples popped up on his soft face.

“Don’t run away from the question though.” He whispered with his eyes begging her for the truth.

Her tears had dried but her face was still puffy and her eyes were swollen. There weren’t any tears to wipe but that didn’t stop Harry from reaching out his hand to caress her cheeks.

His warm touch was weird to decipher, it seemed able to burn her at times, just like his words.

“I didn’t want to disappoint you.” She blurted out suddenly before inhaling sharply in shock as if her mouth betrayed her without permission.

Harry’s facial expression shifted from softness to something she couldn’t decode—but the pain was recognizable.

She lowered her gaze as her cheeks became flushed with embarrassment. His hand slowly inched away from her skin, feeling unworthy of touching her.

“You could never disappoint me.” He whispered it like a promise. A sacred one. He couldn’t believe that she would think like that even for a second.

He was so fucking proud of her. He pushed her earlier today but he was lenient with her before. A bullet wound would’ve been better to take than her confession.

She mattered to him whether he was aware or not but the clutch in his chest must’ve given him a hint.

“Look at me, please.”

She lifted her chin reluctantly and looked him in the eye. This was her first time seeing him this vulnerable—it was so easy to read his eyes.

“There’s no way you could disappoint me. Ever.”

“I slacked in performance—“

“Fuck that. You need rest.” He shook his head, denying all the false thoughts she had.

“What I did earlier was a mistake and it won’t happen again.” It was more of a vow than a promise.

Silence filled the apartment after his last sentence. They shamelessly stared into each other’s eyes despite the intrusion of TimTim. Harry knew that if he didn’t do or say something—he’d have his lips on her in mere seconds.

“I should get going.” He cleared his throat and stood up.

Y/n was still going through a rollercoaster of emotions. She ached to ask him something back, it was fair to do so. But instead, she decided to let him go.

“Also…” He fetched a paper out of his hand and left it on her couch. “You’re allowed a week of rest. That means no training, no gym, and you can stay here.”

Surprise was prominent on her face. She opened her mouth to speak but he beat her to it.

“No objections. I need you to rest.” She’s not sure if this was allowed—if the board knew about the leave he granted her. It seemed to pile up amongst many of the other things she wondered about.

“Okay…” She balanced herself on her feet and walked him to the door.

“This doesn’t mean I’m done being mad at you.” She mumbled sarcastically.

“Good. I like it when you’re bratty.” He winked at her as he opened the door.

She watched him walk away before turning around and looking at her.

“Oh and Y/n? I’ll have a customized meal plan delivered to your house. For fuck’s sake don’t live off chocolate.”

“But—“

“No buts and take your supplement.” His voice echoed in the building as he descended the stairs.

She stood motionless at the door with her arms folded against her chest as she scrunched her face and rolled her eyes at his bossy orders.

“Don’t roll your eyes missy.” His voice was distant signaling that he reached the ground floor. She slammed the door shut in response, unable to contain the smile that crept up on her face.

She didn’t lie to TimTim—he does have a good heart sometimes, but discipline remains cherished.

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