#a favor

[trivia-yandere]

a favor (1 ½)

your life gets even more complicated when your secret with professor kim is found out by two classmates.

word count: 4.390

warning: dub-con, coercion, dirty talk, blackmail, alcohol intake, substance intake/smoking, degradation, semi-public sex, oral sex (f/m), fingering, jackson wang party bc we need to bring those back, oral sex, threesome, unprotected sex, deep throating/face-fucking, tit fucking, cum swallowing, cumshot/facials,

part one

Your hips sway along to the deafening music. Alcohol flows through your body and you’re feeling more than content. The flickering colorful lights are an added boost to your serotonin and at the moment, you didn’t care about anything else.

You’ve managed to fix your grade - even if Professor Kim got your failing grade up to a C, stating in the email he sent that you’ve improved greatly and there’s still room for more improvement. You had an idea what “more improvement” meant, but showing your father the new grade you had assured him that you were doing better.

You’re unsure how you feel about Professor Kim now. After the class ended, you and he continued with his game. You’ve completely ruined the panties he had given you, soaking them entirely with your arousal and cum while Jin had coated you in his own cum. It was a long, shameful walk of shame you’ve had back to your own home. Jin had kept your panties for himself and instead had you leave with the ones he’s given you, the vibrations not stopping until you were home and had taken them off.

You’ve realized you lost your friend nearly an hour into the party. You were also out of a drink and now you were making your way back towards the kitchen. It’s always quieter there - and more drinks were held in there than out where you were currently. You’re positive your friend had found whatever boy she was entertaining this week to spite her ex-boyfriend.

You pass a familiar face on the way to the kitchen, your mind now recalling just where you’ve seen him from. A cloud of smoke hits you as you swing the kitchen door open and your eyes squint. You wave a hand in front of your face as you walk deeper into said kitchen, door swinging close behind you. The music is muffled now.

Your heels click as you go towards the island where mountains of alcohol are displayed. There’s mixed drinks, as well, and you’re positive you would be inebriated if you sipped as little as a drop of it. 

“Y/N.”

The voice speaking your name has you more alert. Your eyes turn towards the sound and instantly you hum.

“Jungkook.” you murmur. You knew Jungkook from a few classes, but you saw him more at parties. He’s always in the corner, however, dancing to himself with a drink. This time, however, he’s holding a joint between his fingers.

“Haven’t seen you at the last party.”

You decide on pouring yourself a shot. You and Jungkook weren’t friends and you and he barely talked. You two, however, share glances every now and then. You can acknowledge that Jeon Jungkook was an attractive man who was worthy of several glances.

“I was busy.” you shrug your shoulders. Busy getting your grade up that is.

“We missed you.”

The other voice is deeper and instantly, you’re off guard. You hadn’t noticed him upon entering, that Jungkook wasn’t alone in the kitchen. 

Kim Taehyung is on the opposite side of you. He’s holding a red cup in his hands, dark eyes watching you as he leans against the island.

You take the shot in one go, the harsh liquor burning your throat.

“Is that so?” you ask. Taehyung was another man you’ve shared more than a few glances with, but you and he rarely spoke. Mainly because he was once involved with a friend and that went against girl-code.

“Of course. You’re at every party.” Taehyung chuckles. He shakes his amber colored-hair out of his eyes as he laughs. “What were you busy doing?”

This is the most you’ve talked to either of them. You turn away to pour another shot, finding that Jungkook had made himself on the opposite side of you on the island. He holds out the joint for you to take. 

“Peer pressure?” Jungkook asks, raising a pierced brow.

You glance at the joint, a trail of dancing smoke flowing in the air. Your eyes trail to his tattooed fingers, up his arm until you reach his eyes.

“You can say no.” Jungkook snickers, his rosy lips curling into an amused smirk. His lip is pierced, as well, you note.

Your hand works for you, grasping the joint. You bring it to your lips and hit it, not knowing that you’d regret doing so. Whatever strain this was is strong and something you hadn’t had before, but you had gone under, in their words, “peer pressure”. 

The next 15 minutes happened in a blink of an eye, you and Jungkook continuing to smoke while you and Taehyung took shots. You had forgotten about the party just outside the door completely, and it doesn’t cross your mind why no one has entered at all.

Your mind is swirling and too caught up in the way you’re in the corner of the kitchen, Taehyung’s large hands roaming up your smooth skin. You’re wearing a skirt and it gives him easy access to run his fingertips towards your clothed clit.

“Did you come here alone?” Taehyung ponders. “I haven’t seen your friends around.”

“They’re probably getting fucked by now. That’s what girls like them do.” Jungkook chuckles. He’s close to, on the other side of you. Their cologne dances off one another and it hits your senses.

“Where are you trying to go?” Taehyung asks, pushing you back against the corner slightly when you attempt to step away. His hand works its way  to cup your thigh. “We just want to have fun.”

Your eyes blink a few times at both Jungkook and Taehyung. 

“I don’t.” you murmur.

“Why not?” Jungkook asks. He’s just as touchy, his hand sliding up your other thigh and then towards your ass. He grips it in his hand harshly, receiving a gasp from you. “We know you like to have fun, Y/N.”

Your eyebrows knit together. “What the fuck-”

“All that fun you were having with Professor Kim?” Taehyung chimes in. His hands are working, tapping along your clothed clit. “We want the same fun.”

Your eyes widen and you stiffen.

Your heartbeat quickens.

“What?” you whisper, voice nimble. “I-I don’t know-”

“Don’t try to lie to us, baby.” Taehyung chuckles.

“We know. It’ll be our secret, okay?” Jungkook presses his lips against your cheek. “We won’t tell anyone what you did for Professor Kim. He’ll keep his job and you’ll keep your dignity.” he laughs. “Daddy’s money on school won’t go to waste.”

Your heart doesn’t calm down. Your mind is racing - how did they know? If they knew, who else did? Was it obvious? It couldn’t have been. You and Professor Kim’s situation was short lived. He had given you what you wanted and now he had no use for you; yet.

“Your pussy’s wet, Y/N. You’re excited.” Taehyung grunts, his fingers rubbing at your clit. Your body was doing what it naturally would in this situation, but your mind is far from relaxed. 

“Your ass is amazing.” Jungkook breaths, giving it another squeeze. “What did you let Professor Kim do to you?”

Your mouth is snap shut, your eyes brimming with tears. Your silence causes Jungkook to look at you. 

“Why do you look like that, Y/N? Don’t be so upset, baby.” Jungkook coos, kissing your cheek until he gets to your lips. “Just be good to us, and we’ll be good to you, okay?”

Jungkook’s free hand goes underneath your shirt to cup at your breast. This top didn’t call for a bra and he has full access to it. 

“We’ll make you feel good, Y/N. Promise.” Taehyung mutters, You were soaked and he was far too excited to see how wet you could get when they truly had you where they wanted you. 

It’s overwhelming dealing with one, but two was too much to handle. Taehyung’s fingers had pushed aside your panties. Your glistening cunt had caused him to chuckle before his fingers dive through.

Jungkook had lifted up your shirt to release your breast. His fingers twist and tug at your nipples, enjoying the reaction you gave him.

“I knew you would let us.” Jungkook says, lowering himself to your nipple. He captures it in his mouth and begins to twirl the bud with his tongue.

Your head falls back, a silent whimper escaping your lips. You were too exposed here - there was a party just behind the door. The music is booming through from the outside and you can hear a few muffled chattering and laughter.

This is all still far too surreal right now. Jungkook’s hand grips at your breast while he sucks on your chest, lightly moaning. The action causes Taehyung to do the same, leaning his head down to capture your nipple into his mouth.

“Wait-”

Taehyung’s long fingers begin to inch their way inside of your pussy. You’re tight, prompting him to believe you haven’t been fucked properly in a while. He slides three of his fingers inside and begins to pump, his tongue sliding around your hardened nipple.

You swallow back a moan.

Jungkook releases your nipple from his mouth with a soft pop. His eyes glances down at Taehyung's pumping fingers and he snickers a bit. “You’re so wet, baby.” he says.

“And tight.” Taehyung says against your other nipple.

Jungkook’s hand ungrips your nipples. His eyes turn towards you as his hands slide down your stomach and right between your legs. His fingers capture your clit and he rubs circles onto it. You bite your lip, legs quivering. This was all too much to handle - Taehyung’s already pumping fingers in you and now Jungkook is focusing on your clit. Your stomach is churning and you really didn’t want to cum right here in the middle of a kitchen - not with a party right outside the door.

“We can’t do this h-here!” you protest, your voice low to mask the whine that comes. You hated the way your body responds to their actions.

Your cheeks warm when both of their attention turns to you. 

“Someone can walk in…” you trail off.  Your attempts to remain calm aren’t swaying them - your legs are shaking and your eyes keep fluttering. You were enjoying this - just not the idea of being caught.

“How about you cum here,” Taehyung begins, popping a nipple from his mouth. “and then we can take it somewhere private.”

Jungkook falls to his knees. His dark eyes have a mischievous glint to them. His hands hold onto your legs tightly in his grasp before he opens his mouth and pokes out his tongue. He watches your reaction as he licks between your folds, Taehyung’s pumping fingers just inches away.

Your head draws back, your teeth sinking onto your lips. Jungkook doesn’t attempt to tease you in the slightest - he and Taehyung have you right where you need to be. Instead, he proceeds to suckle right onto your clit. His head bounces from side to side, his grip on your skin only tightening. 

“I think you’re liking this more than you let on.” Taehyung murmurs in your ear, breath tickling your skin. 

Your mind is continuing to swirl in how fast everything is. You had to be far from tipsy now - not including the weed Jungkook has given you. In such a short amount of puffs, you were stuck in such a vulnerable position.

“You’re leaking all over my hand, Y/N. You like the idea of two cocks fucking you?”

There’s teeth sinking into your soft flesh, You let out a soft cry.

Jungkook continues to lap his tongue against your clit, not moving from the position. He witnesses the way your back arches, mouth falling open with such pleasure that’s nearly unimaginable. Taehyung’s free hand - so large against you - grasp your breath while his lips are trailing such invasive kisses against the skin of your neck.

Your whimpers are pleading with them to stop - that you didn’t want this here; or at all. But neither man moved. Not until your thighs are trembling with overstimulation and the pressuring you’re holding is released.

Jungkook backs up a bit as you cum, new arousal seeping out of you and drenching the floor entirely. He licks his lips, hungry eyes watching the way your pussy glistens -  and he can’t wait to feel it for himself. 

Just mere seconds after Taehyung and Jungkook put your clothing back where they belong - because you were far too overwhelmed to do it yourself - the kitchen door swings open. The music blares through for a few moments before it closes and heels click against the floor. She doesn’t notice the three of you in the corner as she looks for a drink.

But when the woman turns around and spots the three of you, her eyes focus on you.

“You okay?” she asks. You don’t know her and she doesn’t know you, but with the way you’re leaning against the corner with a dazed look in your eye while two men hover over you doesn’t sit right with her.

“She’s fine.” Taehyung calls, wrapping a hand around your waist. “We were just leaving.”

The woman glances between the three of you. 

“She’s drunk.”

“Who isn’t?” Jungkook scoffs. “We all are.”

“I think I’ll be taking her home.”

“You don’t know her.” Jungkook fires back, glancing at Taehyung then you. “Y/N, do you know her?”

“Of course she does.” the woman hisses. She, unlike Jungkook, Taehyung and yourself, is sober and had just joined the party. She doesn’t know you from a can of paint, but if she decided to ignore the way these two men are staring at you like their next meal, it wouldn’t sit right with her. “Y/N, we’re leaving.”

Taehyung allows you to be pulled away from him. He decides that going against it would make him look bad. So he shrugs his shoulders. “Fine.” he says, even if the veins on his neck pulse in great disdain. “Y/N, I’ll see you around. Maybe in Professor Kim’s class.”

Jungkook licks his lips, your taste still on him. His eyes are glaring daggers at you and the unknown woman. “What’s your name?” he asks her.

“Fuck off.” she rolls her eyes, wrapping an arm around you and taking you out of the kitchen.

Jungkook slowly turns his head towards Taehyung, raising a brow. 

“She can’t escape us forever.” Taehyung shrugs. “Whose party are we even at?”

“Jackson’s.” Jungkook answers.

“Then, we’ll have to find Jackson and get that camera footage.” Taehyung motions to the camera high up in the ceiling, nearly undetectable. 

Jungkook’s eyes slightly widened. “Then what?” he murmurs. 

Taehyung snickers. “We do what we do best.”

What Taehyung and Jungkook did best was release said video - blurring out each of your faces. It was a warning shot, you note.

That night once the girl, who later told you her name was Bella, had taken you out of that party, your worries only diminished slightly. She had taken you outside for fresh air and snagged you a water bottle along the way.

“Did you really know those two?” she asked you, concerned in her voice. “The way they were looking at you…”

You nod your head. But your hand trembles when you take a sip of water and it gives her another reason to not leave you at this party entirely. “Let me take you home.” she said. 

That night, you had gone to bed without showering, your body exhausted. When you woke up, your phone was nearly dead.

Your notifications were wild. You were in a massive group chat that you hadn’t been into before and it took you nearly three minutes to find the start of it.

When you had, your body ran cold at the black and white video of you, Taehyung and Jungkook, altered to blur your faces. Your heart pounded as you read the countless messages of people asking who the girl was - if she was a good fuck or not.

Your phone dies before you have the chance to process it, the reflection of your frightened face staring back at you.

You take a deep breath. Your trembling hands had put your phone on the charger and went up to go to the bathroom. Upon entering and looking at yourself in the mirror, you could only stare at your reflection. 

You looked a mess, eyes a bit wide and startled. Your hair was completely ruined out of its style, the way you slept and woke up could be possibly to blame.

A hot shower would’ve had all your worries fall down the drain, but it didn’t. It couldn’t. 

If anyone was coherent that night, they’d know that it was you in that video. That it was the same shirt and skirt you wore that was pushed up to allow two men to do as they pleased with you.

That would ruin your reputation and then word would get out. Your father would hear and slowly, his reputation, as well. You were a legacy here - and though you aren’t saying your family are saints. But none of them were exposed to this degree.

Your phone rings as soon as you are out of the shower. It was charged enough to finally turn on.

A towel wrapped around your body, you looked at the number displayed on it. You didn’t have the number saved to your phone, but your spirit has an idea of who it could be.

“Hello?” your voice is lost of any energy.

“Hello sunshine.”

Jungkook’s voice is cheery on the other side. You take a deep breath, your hand squeezing your phone to your ear.

“You’ve been avoiding us.” Jungkook then says, his cheery tone gone and replaced to one darker. 

“I haven’t!” you exclaim. “M-My phone was dead and…”

“You know we could’ve exposed you, right? Show everyone how much of a fucking whore you were for me and Tae?” Jungkook spats, shushing you entirely. “What do you think your father would’ve thought if we sent the video to him and all his colleagues? That this is what you’re doing in college instead of being studious.”

Your heart pounds outside your chest at the position you were caught in. Jungkook and Taehyung knew too much about you, and now they had physical proof. Your life could be ruined if you didn’t do what they said - or do what they wanted. 

“What did you tell that girl last night?” Jungkook questions. 

The girl from the night before flashes in your mind. Her kindness was unmatched as you hadn’t known who she was in the slightest.

“Nothing.” you say truthfully.

Jungkook is silent on the other end for a moment, as if thinking. “Are you sure?” he questions. “You didn’t make yourself the victim?”

You’re positive you know what Jungkook is speaking of without him coming out directly and saying it.

“No. I didn’t tell her anything.” your voice is pleading with him to believe you.

“Okay.” Jungkook speaks finally. “You owe us, Y/N. For keeping this secret for you.”

You swallow. You close your eyes for a few seconds.

“I know.” you reply. “Are you two busy now?”

There’s a chuckle on the other end. You can imagine Jungkook now, a smug look on his handsome face and a smirk on his rosy lips. 

“You can come over if you’d like.” 

You open your eyes, staring directly ahead. The only end to all of this was to do exactly what they wanted. A deep voice in your mind tells you that this wasn’t the end. That even if you did what they told you to, that this video was still out there and at any moment, they could expose you.

Think positive, you tell yourself.

In under an hour, all the positivity was out the door as soon as Jungkook and Taehyung walked through it.

“You’re such a little whore, Y/N.” Taehyung’s fingers are gripping your chin between his hands.

Jungkook is directly behind you, both of his hands bruising your waist as his hips snap forward.  His hips are punishing and seemingly full of hate as he pounds into you. Your thighs are forced apart to take him whole and bare.

“You pretended to be so shy last night as if you didn’t want us.” Taehyung continues. His cock is mere inches from your face and dare you say your mouth salivated to have it in your mouth - maybe it was the lust flowing through you with how well Jungkook was fucking you.

“But here you are allowing Kook to fuck you. But not only that,” Taehyung’s tip brushes along your lips. “you’re drooling to suck my cock, aren’t you?”

Taehyung watches you - your fucked out expression is entirely beautiful to him. The sound of Jungkook’s hips snapping back and forth with the squelching sound of your pussy; it all comes together perfectly. 

You whimper, nodding your head.

It all happened too fast when they arrived. You were nervous, sure, but the events led to this. Your ass in the air while Jungkook fucks you with no mercy. His cock springing in and out of you with such speed that you were nervous you’d cum before it was all over - and still had to deal with Taehyung. 

Taehyung shoves his cock into your mouth without much warning, hissing at just how salivated your mouth was to have him. His grip on your chin is replaced by your hair.

Jungkook’s eyes dance around, unsure of where he wants to land. Your ass bounces against his groin so beautifully, your pussy clenching around him. But now witnessing the way your head bobs up and down as you suckle onto Taehyung’s cock sends him into an even more aggressive state.

You cry out, mouth falling open a bit when Jungkook’s cock dives even deeper into your pussy. You aren’t permitted to stop, however, as now Taehyung just takes control. He thrusts into your mouth entirely, the tip of his cock reaching your throat. You gag, and Taehyung feels it and the only thing he could do was moan.

“You look pretty with a cock in your mouth, Y/N.” Taehyung groans. Drool trickles down the corner of your mouth to your jaw.

There it goes again, your pussy squeezing around Jungkook. He groans, one hand roaming up your side to capture a bouncing breast, 

“Such a good girl you are, Y/N.” Jungkook pants - you were a sucker for praise, he thinks, as each time anyone gave it you’d squeeze around him. “You like being fucked like this, huh?”

Your voice does a strangled moan of confirmation as Taehyung thrusts his cock in and out of you. 

The sight alone had to be demeaning. Having Jungkook fuck you so disrespectfully, completely milking your walls while Taehyung has full access to your mouth. It’s an act you never thought you’d be in, but as the seconds roll on you find that slowly, you’re uncaring about how much you’d come to regret this. As of right now, your body was more than welcoming of the cock in your mouth and pussy.

“She’s so wet.” Jungkook gasps, a mere moment of disbelief on his face before he composes himself. You’re messily leaking all over him and yourself, your tight pussy only squeezing him more and more. “Is this how you fucked Professor Kim, Y/N?”

You aren’t meant to respond, of course - not while Taehyung plunges his cock in your throat. You had to look a complete mess - watery eyes, drool dripping down your chin. But to them, there wasn’t an even more beautiful sight than witnessing you be completely used.

“You’re such the perfect little whore.” Taehyung coos, your nose lightly pressing against his groin with how deep his cock slides into you. Your eyes were growing wetter, inhaling through your nose the best way you could.

Jungkook is groaning and grunting behind you, thrust powerful yet sloppy and he has every intention of cumming - either on you or in you. He didn’t really care where.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Jungkook pants.

“Me, too.” Taehyung tightens his grip.

Jungkook glances up, an idea forming in his mind. With a few more pumps, Jungkook pulls up. “Turn her around,” he demands, a hand wrapped around his cock.

Taehyung is surprised, but he does as Jungkook is told. He assists in turning you around, your back against the bed and Jungkook on top of you, Taehyung behind you. 

“Imma fuck her tits,” Jungkook states, both hands engulfing your breast and placing his wet cock between them. “you fuck her mouth.”

Taehyung is more than willing, his eyes marveling at how slutty you appear in this new position.

Jungkook’s eyes flutter a bit, but he watches the way his cock thrust between your breast, his thumbs playing with your perky nipples. You’re gagging against Taehyung’s cock.

“I’m going to cum all over you, Y/N. Cover you in cum just how you want.”

“Fuck, I think she likes that.” Taehyung chuckles darkly, a hand pressed against your cheek as his cock plummets in and out of your mouth.” I’ll cum all over your face, baby, you’d want that? You’re such a little whore that I know you  do.”

You’re far too fucked out to care. Your thighs are still shaking from the way Jungkook was fucking you before.

Warm cum squirts all over your breast, some hitting your neck and at the sight, Taehyung pulls his cock from your salivating mouth and cums right on your face. His eyes are dark as he watches the way you whimper, covered in their seed.

You don’t move for 20 minutes, far too exhausted to do anything. Jungkook, however, is kind enough to clean the cum from your body with a rag he found in your bathroom. He doused it with warm water prior to cleaning you. 

Taehyung settles himself behind you, while Jungkook is lying facing you. Neither of them go to move, both far exhausted just like you are - even if they know they’re overstaying their welcome. Taehyung’s arm is lazily around your waist while Jungkook’s is over your torso.

The feeling of unease never truly subsides from your body, but you’re far too exhausted to worry about it now.

part two

@investedreader @momnomnom @darkuni63 @sweetempathprunetree

[bobbie-robron]

Moira doesn’t know we’re setting up over there, so… It’d be good to make a start on things before she gets home.

15-Apr-2026

[callalillywrites]

A Favor - Jake Jensen

Pairing: Jake Jensen x F!Reader

Word Count: 770

Summary: Jake is there with you when you finally sign the documents needed to set you free.

Warnings: none

A/N: This is based on a writing prompt I found (and from a list of prompts I've collected. The prompt: "Bend over."

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"What a time to not have a truck or table. Something to write on," you groaned.

The papers in your hand needed your immediate attention and signatures to get everything settled once and for all.

Jake, your best friend, stood next to you, taking in your strange surroundings. You could tell he wondered the same thing though he had enough wherewithal to have a pen on his person. He was even holding it out to you so you could sign the papers. The papers, he knew, were so important to you.

"What about the wall?" he asked, doing his best to help but feeling quite inadequate.

You glanced between the wall and his pen, shaking your head. "Won't work. The ball will dry out before I can sign them all. Stupid physics."

There had to be a solution. There simply had to be.

You just wanted this part of your life over.

A few signatures would see to that.

If you could find a surface to sign them anyway.

Glancing around, you happened upon a solution that could work. The more you gazed at the perfect amount of surface, you couldn't see a better option. The fabric could prove a problem, but you're certain the right touch could keep it smooth for a few minutes. Now, to see if you could get your surface to cooperate, you turned towards Jake and said, "Bend over."

"Excuse me?" he asked, his voice rising. "Why?"

"Please, JJ, just do it."

Jake glanced at the few people milling outside the rotunda hall of the courthouse. Some waited to appear before a judge while others were seeking out the few records' offices offered. One young couple seemed to be waiting for their justice of the peace, a small bouquet with a white ribbon sitting between them.

"You're not messing with me? Setting me up for some prank?"

"No, JJ," you said, horrified at the thought, and shook your head. Sadness filled you at the idea that someone would think to do that to someone like Jake. Putting your hand on his arm, you squeezed softly. "I just need your back for a minute. Well, your back and your pen. Just for one minute. Promise. Please, Jake?"

He didn't move right away, but he did study you. No doubt he was making sure you weren't screwing with him.

You must've passed because he simply sighed and bent over, putting his back at the best height for you. One of his hands held up his pen so you could grab it easily enough. Not about to waste a moment of this great favor, you shuffled through the papers in your hands. Every sticky note soon had your signature or your initials next to them.

When you signed the last page and dated it, you put his pen back in his hand and leaned down enough to press a kiss to his cheek.

"Thank you, JJ," you murmured before racing towards the chambers you needed.

Your deadline was moments away.

But you made it.

The judge added his signature and stamp.

You did it.

You were finally free.

With a quick thanks to the judge, you ran back to Jake's side where you threw yourself into his arms. His glasses nearly went flying from the impact, but you grabbed them and held them secure as you pressed one kiss after another against his adorable face.

"Dinner's on me tonight," you said when you finally leaned back, a wide grin stretching your cheeks. The muscles would surely ache if you kept it up too long, but it would be worth the twinges of pain after being set free.

Jake grinned back at you, accepting his glasses when you handed them back.

As he settled them back where they belonged, you reached up and straightened them.

"Come on, I know just the place to celebrate."

You grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the courthouse. Nothing and no one got in your way since you had no plans to slow down or divert from your destination of Jake's truck.

"Hellion," Jake muttered even as he let you shove him into the driver's seat.

You just grinned right back at him, dashing across the front of his truck to take your spot in the passenger's seat. "You know it. Now, let's go eat. Then, we can see about repaying the favor I owe you."

"Got anything in mind?"

A smirk slid across your lips. "Yeah, I've got a few ideas, including being bent over just for you."

If Jake happened to speed at your words, could anyone really blame him?

[harrysbabycherry]

a favor (part two)

in which y/n is harry’s assistant and he asks a very interesting favor from her

9.9k words

warnings: all fun things, swear ;)

masterlist

part one

a/n: sorry 🫣

part two

(Y/N) genuinely cannot believe what she just heard.

Because she knows that he didn’t just say that. She has no idea how to even react to his statement. What does it mean? What is it implying? Why her? Why is this something that came up in the first place? 

For several moments, all she can do is stare at him. He doesn’t look particularly nervous about what her response could be, he actually looks quite confident that she’ll just go along with this insane thing he’s said. 

“Why?” Was the only thing she could ask him at the moment. She figures if she starts there, things will start making sense quicker. 

“Why not?” He shrugged it off like this was something normal. Like people just go around claiming others as their girlfriend and it’s just fine. Because it happens all the time. 

Except it doesn’t. And it’s not. 

“Well, you might want to clear that up then. Because I’m not your girlfriend.” She tried to say it as firmly as she could, but he just shook his head. 

“But I told him you are. So, you are.” Again, she’s just in so much shock because what is happening? It doesn’t add up and she just wishes he could be straight-forward with her this one time. 

“No, Harry. I’m not. And this obviously isn’t a work-related dinner and so far it’s very unprofessional, sir, no offense. So, I think I’d better go.” Right when she picked up her purse, he snatched it out of her hand and held it to his chest. 

“Not so fast, (Y/N),” She huffed, sitting back in her chair, feeling exhausted all of a sudden. He is the most childish man she’s ever met. She briefly thinks about telling him that but decides not to. “I told you I needed a favor from you and you said you’d help me.” 

“I was drunk! And I didn’t know what you were asking because you’ve made it your mission to be mysterious or whatever and it’s not very fun for people who don’t know what’s going on. It’s actually very mean. Now give me my bag.” She reached across the table, but he leaned away from her, holding back the most obvious grin she’s ever seen. 

“Come on, (Y/N). If you’d let me explain a bit, you’d probably love the idea.” She doubted that. 

“Fine. Why did you lie to your father?” 

“I didn’t really lie. I just told him something to keep him happy with me.” (Y/N) is rubbing her temples, wondering if she should try to get up and leave again. She’s still not sure why her being his girlfriend has anything to do with his father being happy. 

“But why?”

“(Y/N). My father is retiring in three months. He needs to take me seriously. His position will be up for grabs and right now, it’s between me and that cocksucker.” She figured he was referring to Steven with the face he pulled, but she’s still not getting the answers she needs to be able to understand what the hell he’s talking about. “And he needs to see that I’ve settled down and I’m responsible and committed to something.” 

Like it was the simplest thing in the world. (Y/N) is wondering if he’s thought of other options. You know, besides pretending to date his assistant because there has to be another way. 

“And what does that have to do with me?” 

“He likes you.” 

“I still don’t get it.” 

“Then let me dumb it down for you,” She narrowed her eyes at him in annoyance. “I’m on my way to thirty, (Y/N). And right now, my father thinks all I do in my spare time is party and drink and fuck random girls every night.” 

“Um, that would be because you do.” She has access to his calendars. She knows what he’s up to even if he thinks she doesn’t. 

“I do not, (Y/N). And I’m hurt that you think I do.” She rolled her eyes.

“Why not ask one of them?”

“Don’t want to.” 

“Then why me?” 

“I already told you because he likes you. You’re my only option, (Y/N). Please.” She took a second to think about it. She’s never been the deceiving type and Des is always so nice to her. She can’t. 

“I’m not going to lie to your father for you, Harry. I’m sorry. I need to go.” 

“I’ve already told him so there's not much you can do.” She stood from her chair, done with the conversation. She snatched her purse back and watched as his eyebrows furrowed like he was getting the tiniest bit frustrated with her. 

“Goodnight, Harry.” She went to turn, but he grabbed her wrist. 

“What if I said your job depended on it?” 

“Then, you’d be an asshole.” 

“Then I guess I am.” 

“You said it wouldn’t have anything to do with my job!” 

“I changed my mind. Sit back down.” That was the last thing she was going to do. She knows Harry pretty well and she knows he’s not going to fire her over this. So, she’s going to call his bluff. 

“No. I guess you have to fire me.” 

Harry knows she’ll come around to the idea. Of course, it’s not going to impact her job, he only said that to make her reconsider. Plus, he likes to get her riled up so she gets mouthy. She’s never spoken this way to him before and he sure it’s because he’s been bothering her so much in the past couple weeks. Before (Y/N) was like a little church mouse and said very little to him. Now, she’s rolling her eyes and almost shouting at him. He loves it. He loves it so much. 

“See you at work tomorrow.” He grabbed his glass and brought it to his lips as she huffed and walked from the table, toward the exit. He watched her the entire way as she weaved in between tables and finally pushed her way through the revolving doors.

Yeah. He’ll be seeing (Y/N) tomorrow even if she doesn’t want to see him. 

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Harry was surprised to find out that (Y/N) called into work the next day. 

Now she’s just being dramatic. 

But he’s persistent and used to getting what he wants, so this is no issue for him. He was going to wait until the work day was over but decided instead to leave his office around lunchtime and go track her down. What better way to show that he’s serious than forcing his way into her apartment and making her do just what he wants her to do? 

So, that’s why he’s at her door right now with a bundle of pretty flowers, attempting to ask for forgiveness. He can admit that he might not have gone about it the best way. He kind of just told her what she was going to do instead of asking. And Harry thinks that (Y/N) might change her mind if he’s a bit nicer about it.

He knocked on her door twice and waited, checking his watch. He’s not sure she’ll open the door because she does have a peephole that she can take advantage of and just act like she’s not home, but he knows better than that and he’s not giving up. 

“(Y/N). I just want to talk, sweetheart. Come on out.” He spoke up now that it had been silent for much longer than he wanted it to be. He knows she’s inside trying to decide what to do. And he’ll wait here all day if it means she’ll come out eventually to talk to him. 

“Go away.” He heard through the door. He tried not to smile.

“Open up. It’s important.” He knocked again. 

She huffed on the other side of the door. She cannot believe he’s here right now wasting his time. She’s never going to agree to something as strange as that. It wouldn’t be right. So, she’s still keeping her back to the door, thinking of ways to get him to go away. 

“I don’t want to talk to you.” She thinks she just heard him laugh and that irritates her more. He’s laughing at her again and she hates that. 

“Thought you were my best girl, (Y/N). Just open the door already.” She can’t believe he even called her that in the first place. It makes her sick to her stomach. 

“Nope. Bye.” She was just about to walk off from the door and leave him there pleading by himself, but of course, he had another trick up his sleeve. 

“Brought you some of those Belgian chocolates you like. You know, the ones I always bring back and you rave about.” 

Harry goes on these lavish vacations a few times a year and always brings something back for her as a souvenir. He’d found these amazing chocolates shaped like seashells once and always has a stockpile of them for her when he returns. And (Y/N) can’t say no to chocolates. And Harry knows just how to get her to do what he wants. Always. 

She opened the door, even though she didn’t want to and there he stood, leaning against the door frame with a smirk on his face. She wanted to slam the door on him, but with the promise of chocolates, she decided to postpone any door slamming. 

“Fine. What is so urgent that you had to come find me during work hours?” He didn’t answer right away, he just stared at her. “Hey, don’t you have a meeting right now?” 

Again, he didn’t answer because he’s never seen (Y/N) in so little clothes. She’s in a tank top with a very fair amount of cleavage showing and a pair of pajama shorts that are so short, he can’t look at them for too long. And she’s completely makeup free and her hair is in a messy ponytail and Harry, for just a second, thinks that they could really pull this off. 

“Canceled it. You know what’s so urgent. Can you let me in now?” 

“Where are the chocolates?” He sighed, reaching into his pocket to retrieve the much smaller box of chocolates than she was expecting. She shot him a look but took the candy from his outstretched hand anyway. “Come in.” 

He followed after her. He remembered the setup the same as it had been when he practically carried her to her bed last Friday. He’d told his father earlier that day which is why he needed (Y/N) to be there at dinner. 

His father was very excited to learn about (Y/N). He said he saw it coming eventually or something. And he was even more excited when he found out (Y/N) was coming to dinner. While she didn’t say much, Des knows it’s just a part of her personality and didn’t push her to speak about the relationship, thank god. Harry was a bit nervous he’d begin quizzing her, but he warned him beforehand not to overwhelm her. He also told him that (Y/N) didn’t know he was telling him and to keep it under wraps. 

His plan will run so smoothly if she just does what he wants. She doesn’t even have to do anything. Just a few dinners here and there and a few outings to solidify everything. Nothing insane. Nothing like he bets she’s thinking. 

He relaxed into her couch as soon as he was close enough and watched as (Y/N) stood over him and kept her arms crossed. Little did she know she was pressing her tits together in the most delicious way. And he couldn’t help staring. 

Harry’s never really considered (Y/N) because she’s so out of his league, but now that the opportunity has come up, he’s thinking otherwise. He’d really prefer not to mix business with pleasure, but with (Y/N), he doesn’t think he can help it. 

“Did you think about what I said?” 

“Mhm.” 

“And what do you think?” 

“It’s a no, Mister Styles, so if you want to fire me, go ahead. But you’ll never, ever, ever have another assistant better than me, so you’re really kind of screwing yourself. Now goodbye.” He loves this. He’d do it all day if he could, but unfortunately, he’s still not getting the answer he’d like. 

“See, that’s not going to work for me. And if you’re such an incredible assistant, why are you not doing what I’m telling you to? Maybe if I did have another assistant she’d be more . . . willing,” He trailed off and she huffed, knowing what game he’s playing. “And it might even come with a pay raise. Extra vacation days, PTO . . . the list could go on.” 

All those things sound amazing, but she just doesn’t know the risk of it all. But he’s almost giving her an offer she can’t refuse. Almost. 

“What does being your girlfriend even mean?” She rubbed at her forehead, feeling stupid for even asking. It’s like giving him what he wants and she hates that. 

“Just dinners with my father. A few events that we’d have to be seen publicly at. Nothing over the top and nothing to make you uncomfortable. I will have to touch you though. And I know you have no issue with that, sweetheart.” She feels like chucking the chocolates at his head but stops herself and decides to be nice this once.

“You’re delusional. Like seriously. And I’m not saying yes, but the pay raise would have to be substantial. No one could know about it because they’d think you’re favoring me just because I’m your girlfriend,” She gasped. “Does the whole office have to know?” 

She doesn’t want any weird looks from anyone. She knows Riley will have a field day if she hears he’s her boyfriend. But that’s not happening. 

“Kind of. They’d find out anyway, but we don’t have to formally tell them. What do you say?” She snatched the flowers out of his hand and went to put them in water. 

She left him sitting there on her couch as she trimmed the stems, filled a vase, and put them neatly on her counter top. Then she sighed, questioning her own sanity. 

“I don’t know.” He turned towards her and smirked. 

“Better than no. What’s holding you back?” She shot him a look. 

“Um, the whole thing! You’re asking a lot from me.” She crossed her arms, watching as his eyes looked her up and down again. 

“I know. I’m willing to compensate you nicely for your time and attention, (Y/N).” She dropped onto the couch next to him, feeling tired. He drains her of energy. Just speaking with him.

“Why me?” She shut her eyes. 

“Because you're stunning and I don’t want anyone else.” She peeked an eye open at him and groaned. 

“Don’t say things like that, please. How long?” He shrugged. 

“As long as it takes.” 

“What if you meet someone?” 

“I won’t.” 

“What if I meet someone?” 

“I’ll make sure you don’t.” She scoffed, swatting his shoulder. She can’t believe that she’s really thinking about this. She doesn’t know all the terms and conditions yet, but still, he’s almost convincing her to say yes. 

“Listen,” She sat up so hopefully he’d take her more seriously. “Just until your father passes the position onto you. Nothing more. Do you hear me?” 

“I hear you, (Y/N).” Now he’s smiling and she would hate it if he didn’t look so pretty. 

“And this is on my terms. Nothing weird or I’m breaking up with you. I’m not kidding.” He put his hands up in defense and laughed. 

“Nothing weird, got it.” She rubbed over her eyes and sighed. She cannot believe what she just agreed to. 

“Now order me dinner and then leave. I don’t want to see you until tomorrow.” She is feeling hungry and she doesn't mind having another meal out of his pocket again. She has a feeling that will be happening more often. 

“Yes ma’am.” 

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What (Y/N) did not expect the next morning was an unbelievably large flower arrangement to be sitting on her desk. She set her purse down before searching for the card. And when she opened the card, Harry had left her a sweet little note. 

For you, my love.

Harry

She was just about to roll her eyes when Des appeared in front of her with Harry standing beside him.

“How are you this morning, (Y/N)?” She glanced at Harry before speaking. 

“I-I’m good. Great. Harry sent me some flowers. Isn’t that so sweet of him?” She played it off, trying not to get hot in the face as Harry winked at her. 

“That is nice of you, son. I’m glad he’s being good to you. You deserve flowers, (Y/N).” He patted her on the shoulder before bidding them both farewell. As soon as he was out of sight, (Y/N) was slapping Harry’s arm as hard as she could. 

“Ow!” 

“Why wouldn’t you warn me?!” She felt like hitting him again, but she's never been one to get violent. But Harry is making her feel like she’s crazy. 

“You do better when you’ve not been rehearsing things in your head. I did you a favor.” 

“Can you keep this in your office? It’s so obnoxious.” She picked up the flowers and tried to hold them out to him, but he shook his head. 

“Nope. Those are yours. Plus, it says a lot without saying anything.” And then he walked off, leaving her with her arms outstretched with the flowers. She rolled her eyes and sat them back on the corner of her desk. 

Harry hopes that Steven comes to his floor and tries to charm (Y/N) today. And he hopes that she shows him that card and he finally gets the fucking hint. Normally, he has to go to her desk and shoo him away, but maybe the flowers will do the trick all on their own. 

(Y/N) really tried to get work done today, but the amount of meetings Harry had scheduled was just too much for her. She had to be present in most of them and of course Harry had his arm wrapped around her chair, shooting daggers at Steven. They had two meetings with him already and Harry just kept pushing the bar. Pulling her chair close to his, playing with her hair, leaning down to whisper absolutely nothing pertaining to the meeting in her ear. She knew it was all a part of the game, but he’s frustrating putting his mouth so close to her ear and raking his fingers through her hair. It was driving her mad and not in the way that she wanted it to. She wanted to be irritated by it, not yearning for more. 

Harry feels the same. He knows (Y/N) won’t initiate anything because she just doesn’t know what to do yet. But he knows when the day comes, he won’t be able to get enough. In the meantime, he’s just going to play it cool. Let things happen as they do. So what he likes the feeling of her hair through his fingers or how she shivers when he leans in to ask her if she’s cold. This is just to keep his father’s company in the family name. He doesn’t know why Steven is an option at all, but he’s going to do his best to keep him from being one. And (Y/N) is the only way he can do that. 

When lunchtime arrived, she was going about it as normal. She’s going to walk downstairs and ask Riley if she’d like to come along with her to the cafe. As soon as she stopped at her desk, Riley was beaming at her. 

“Hey, ready to go?” She’s an amazing friend. (Y/N) doesn’t see her much outside of work, but they’re still pretty much best friends. 

“Oh, yeah. I’ve got to send off an email really quickly and then I’ll be good to go.” (Y/N) waited patiently as Riley typed out whatever she needed to. She is kind of hungry today, so she’s thinking she’ll get an extra side of fries today. Right when Riley clicked send, arms were wrapping around (Y/N) from behind and she was pulled into someone’s chest. Both her and Riley’s eyes went wide. Hers because who is grabbing her and Riley’s because um, isn’t that her boss? 

“Hi, Riley. You don’t mind if I steal (Y/N) again, do you?” He rested his chin on her tense shoulder and squeezed her. She’s dying right now, but can’t find it in herself to move right now. She knows he said touching, but she never thought it’d be like this. 

His chest is warm against her back, even through the cozy sweater she decided to wear today. His hands are at her waist and he’s got quite the grip on her. If she didn’t have more common sense, she’d be in a puddle right now. But she can’t afford that with Harry. It’s not in the cards now and never will be. 

“Uh…no, sir. She’s all yours.” (Y/N) could tell Riley was thoroughly confused, but just didn’t say anything. She waved at (Y/N) and Harry started pulling her off. He reached for her hand instead and guided her to the doors. She glanced back at Riley once more and saw she looked completely confused, but she just waved again. 

When they made it out on the street, (Y/N) ripped her hand from his. 

“Excuse my language but what the fuck was that?” He just chuckled, reaching for her hand again. 

“I said I’m taking you to lunch. What’s wrong with that, babe?” Again, he’s acting like this scenario is normal and it’s not. 

“You are so—” She cut herself off by groaning and he laughed again. 

“Be good for me, please, and I’ll buy you dessert.” 

“Fine.” He slipped his fingers between hers and dragged her down the street while she tried to keep up with him. (Y/N) is not getting used to this any time soon. She won’t. 

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(Y/N) knew from the start that Harry would be around a lot more than she’s used to. Just to play up the fact that they’re supposed to be dating. But what she didn’t know was that he’d be everywhere she is. 

She goes to make copies, he follows her and makes it so obvious to everyone in the office that there’s something going on between them. Which she didn’t want. But it was too late. She could hear the whispers everytime she passed the floor. It was an awful feeling, but when she mentioned it to Harry, he was far from understanding. 

“No one is going to treat you differently, babe. Don’t worry about it,” She huffed. He just doesn’t get it. Everyone on their floor is already gossiping and she hates it. “Someone’s giving you a hard time then? Who?” 

He sat up straighter in his chair, ready to go off down the hallway and take care of whoever is making (Y/N) uncomfortable. Because it’s none of anyone’s business. And if anyone has anything to say about it, their job position can easily be eliminated. 

“No one! It’s just . . . people are talking because you won’t leave me alone!” She whined, but he couldn’t help smiling at her. Because that wasn’t happening. And not just because they’re supposed to be dating. But because he just likes to. He likes to see what she’s doing and talk to her and tease her. It’s normal. He just wants to be around her. Not in a weird way, but in a way that is normal. 

“Can’t help it. You’re my girlfriend, (Y/N). What am I supposed to do? Ignore you?” (Y/N) wanted to cover her ears, but decided that might be a bit much. But why is he just saying that? Like it’s true or something. 

“I’m actually not your girlfriend, Mister Styles, and this is strictly business.” She crossed her arms, not wanting to take part in the fantasy he’s trying to create. Because it will never be true and she’s not going to get her hopes up. Not that she had any hopes, she just doesn’t want to confuse herself with all these nice things he’s doing and saying. 

“Well, this business we’re doing comes with lots of perks, Miss (Y/L/N), and I don’t think you’re taking advantage of them.” She knows he’s not saying what she thinks he’s saying. She wants to pick up the stapler on his desk and chuck it at him, but again, violence is not her thing. So, she takes a long deep breath and stands up from the chair she’d been sitting in. 

“You’re insane. I’m going back to my desk and you’re going to stop being so clingy, got it?” Never in a million years did (Y/N) think she’d be speaking so freely around him, but here they are. 

“Come here for a second.” Her shoulders dropped in slight disappointment. She just wanted to leave his office and go sit back at her desk until the end of the work day comes. He always has to interrupt her plans. 

She walked around his desk as he pushed his chair back, making enough room for her to stand between him and his desk. She’s not sure why, again, he does the things he does, but she just complies because it’s easier that way. 

She expected him to start speaking and saying more nonsense, but he didn’t. He just stared at her, looking her up and down, and very obviously ogling her. He’s done it before, but not in such close proximity. And she almost regrets wearing the skirt that she picked out today that’s just barely meeting dress code. Almost. 

Instead, he moved his chair forward, trapping her against the side of his desk. And then very suddenly grabbed the back of her thighs to lift her onto his desk. She would’ve fallen over if it wasn’t for her grip on his shoulders. 

“What are you doing?” He didn’t answer, he just dropped to his knees in front of her. If anything before this very moment shocked her, nothing could top this. It was very obvious what he was suggesting, but still. She was going to pretend like she didn’t know what he was doing. 

“You talk much nicer to me when you’re up there and I’m down here. Any reason for that?” She pressed her knees together and pulled her skirt down as far as she could. He was smirking, she knew that he enjoyed making her squirm. It’s annoying that he always gets to be the one that’s doing the teasing. She wonders when it’ll be her turn. She quickly checked behind her to make sure the blinds were shut. Someone seeing this from the outside would surely get them both in trouble with HR and she’s not willing to risk that. 

“Nope.” (Y/N) didn’t have much time to act unbothered by his position right now because he squeezed the back of her calves with both hands before gently pushing her knees apart. 

“Is that so?” She nodded, trying not to get distracted by having his face so close to her skirt. “Well, you’ve been very tense the past couple of days. Is there anything I can do to help with that?” 

It’s not like he hasn’t thought about it before. He just usually tries to keep (Y/N) out of his fantasies. Not because he doesn’t want to think about her, but because he finds it kind of weird the next day at work trying to focus around her when he was just thinking about what she’d look like naked. So, he tries not to imagine her in scenarios like that. But it still does happen, he can’t help it. 

And while he doesn’t know much about what (Y/N) does outside of work, he knows that she’s not sleeping with anyone. He can just tell. She has been before and she’s a little more relaxed when that’s the case. But it’s been a while and he’s only offering because he’d help her if she wanted him to. It’s not a big deal. It’s the least he can do after the favor she’s helping him with. 

“No there’s not, you pig. Get away from me.” She’ll definitely have to go to the restroom straight away so she can take a second to breathe. This is all too much and she’s not sure why she’s feeling the way she is right now. Just because she denied him right off the bat doesn’t mean she’s not going to be thinking about this encounter for the rest of her life. Because that’s untrue. She’s never going to forget this actually. 

“I understand. You don’t think you’ll be quiet enough, it’s fine. We’ll postpone it then.” Again, he’s left her with her jaw dropped. But he just moved to sit back in his chair like it was nothing, again, that he’d said something like that. 

“That is not at all what I was thinking, sir,” She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure I’d do just fine, but I have—” 

“Would you?” Harry lives for this back and forth. He likes watching her debate within herself to make decisions. And right now, he can tell that her calm and collected facade is fading. Just by the way she’s entertaining his idea. 

“You never heard Steven and I.” She watched all the amusement drain from his face and she reveled in that. All she has to do is mention Steven and his teasing stops. It’s like magic. She didn’t even let him respond. For the first time, he seemed to be the one in shock with nothing to say.

She slid off his desk and left his office, all without him saying a word. 

If he can have fun, so can she. 

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For the rest of the week, Harry didn’t talk to her. She’d do all the things she usually does like sit next to him in meetings and bring him his lunch, but he’d try to look preoccupied. And she knew he wasn’t, he was just mad about their last conversation. And while she doesn’t know why Steven bothers him so much, it was fun to send Steven a flirty wave when Harry was sitting right next to her in the conference room. She’s not interested in the slightest, but if it makes Harry brood around the office, she takes that as a win. 

It’s a Friday night now and she’d been having a little movie marathon by herself with candy and popcorn and cozy blankets. And by the time one o’clock in the morning hit, she was pretty much trying to keep herself awake, so she decided it was time for bed. She straightened up a bit, brushed her teeth, and slipped into bed. She doesn’t currently have much planned for the weekend, so she thinks sleeping in tomorrow and getting a late breakfast will be the perfect way to start the day. 

But right as she shut her eyes, her phone started ringing. She groaned, forcing her eyes back open to reach onto her nightstand and grab it. On the screen was her boss’ name and the cute little pink flower she’d put there just for kicks. She didn’t know why he’d be calling her since he spent the majority of his week ignoring her, but she still swiped across the screen to answer the call. 

“Hello?” 

“You’re driving me up a fucking wall do you know that?” She’s not sure why he’s calling her right now to tell her this, but she’s certain it can wait until Monday morning. 

“What are you talking about, Harry?” She knows well what he’s talking about, but she never thought it would affect him like this. 

“I can’t even sleep because you’ve been making me feel crazy, (Y/N). I just want it to stop, okay?” He sounds almost breathless. She can tell that he’s been fretting over this way too much. And while that was sort of her intention, this was never how she thought he’d react. 

“Okay,” She trailed off, not knowing why he even called or what she could do to fix it. “And you’re calling me, why?” 

“Here we fucking go,” He really does sound like he’s going mad over this. And she kind of likes it. “So, you mean to tell me that you and that cocksucker slept together? After I told you how much I despise him.” 

“What does you despising him have to do with me? I can sleep with whoever I want.” She’s not giving in quite yet. She wants to make him suffer just a bit more. 

“Sure, but you’re my assistant.” 

“We all know that, Harry. What’s the issue?” He sighed like she wasn’t understanding what he was telling her. Because she really doesn’t. It makes no sense that who she chooses to sleep with would make him act like this. 

“Just tell me you’ve never slept with him, so I can get some rest tonight. Even if it’s not true.” He does sound tired, but the entire thing is so weird to her. He’s losing sleep over the thought of her with Steven at all. She’s trying her best not to be smug about it, but it’s harder than she thought it’d be. 

“I have not slept with Steven. Goodnight.” 

“No, no, no. Be honest this time. It isn’t any of my business, but I just . . . I need to know.” (Y/N) almost feels bad for him. He called at almost two in the morning to ask her this because he couldn’t sleep. It’s almost endearing. 

“I haven’t slept with Steven. I just said that to make you mad.” Now she’s feeling tired and ready to go to bed, so the sooner she confesses, the sooner she can sleep. 

“I fucking knew it. You’d never lower your standards for him, would you?” She yawned before humming. 

“Never.” 

“Good. You deserve much better than him. You know that, right?”

“Mhm. I’m not interested in him anyway. I already have a boyfriend, remember?” She teased him. 

“You do. And you like me more than him, right?” 

Now it seems he needs a little ego boost. And she guesses she can give him that after torturing him all week unknowingly. 

“Right. I do.”

“And you’re my girl.” She wanted to stop him there because that’s not necessarily true, but this is all fun and games. 

“Yes, Harry.” 

“Glad we got that cleared up. Family dinner’s on Sunday night. Pick you up at six.” 

She went on to protest, wanting to tell him that that was never a part of the deal, but he didn’t even give her the chance since the line clicked right as she went to tell him that she’s most certainly not doing that. She’ll have to yell at him tomorrow instead. 

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“Who’s going to be at family dinner again?” 

(Y/N) had asked this three times already, but Harry knows she’s just nervous. Originally, he wasn’t going to ask her to come to this one because he told his father it was “too soon” and wanted to save (Y/N) the worrying. But then, she decided to pull that little stunt last week and he wasn’t feeling as gracious anymore. So, he’s making her sit through dinner as his girlfriend. That means she’ll have to be nice to him and let him pet on her all night. Which he knows she doesn’t mind. She never says she does anyway. 

He doesn’t mind it either. She’s wearing this tiny little white sundress today and he’s trying to be on his best behavior, but he can’t stop looking at her out of the corner of his eye as he drives them to his father’s. She’s a sight to see. With the way she’s sitting now, the hem of her dress pushed way too far up her thighs. And she doesn’t even notice. She’s too anxious about dinner. But it’s all he can think about. That and her allowing him to grab onto the soft, warrn flesh of her thighs. He can barely keep his eyes on the road. 

“Harry!” She swatted his chest, snapping him out of whatever daydream he was in. Something about stopping on the side of the road and climbing into the backseat. 

“Huh?” 

“You’re not listening. Who’s going to be at dinner tonight?” 

“Told you already. This one is, like, big though. A few cousins and aunts and stuff. Nothing too crazy though.” He can tell by the look on her face that she thinks the exact opposite. 

“Oh, god. What if I mess this up?” 

“Then, you’re fired,” She shot him a glare that made him laugh. He loves joking with her. She takes things too seriously. “Kidding. You’re not going to mess it up. These dinners only happen like once every few months. Lucky for you, one of my cousins is getting married and the other one just had a baby. The attention won’t even be on you at all.” 

What Harry’s got going on should be the last thing they’re all concerned about. There are much more exciting things the others can talk about. But he knows that there will be some questioning, just because she’s a new face. And she’s insanely beautiful. Those things he’s prepared for, so they shouldn’t have any problems. 

He could tell that she was stunned when he pulled into his father’s driveway. He does have this obnoxious mansion that has a fountain out in front, so it does look like something out of a movie. But he’s been here so many times that it doesn’t even phase him anymore. He prefers his own home. 

There were already a few cars here and he knows that everyone is back in the garden. He can tell that (Y/N) is still nervous despite what he said, so he’s going to try his best to make this as painless as possible for her. 

“If you want to leave, just tell me. Or if anyone makes you feel uncomfortable, let me know. I’ll handle it.” She still looked frightened and anyone would be. He’s never brought a girlfriend home. Ever. Because they just weren’t as special as (Y/N) is. But she doesn’t know that. Well, she doesn’t know either of those things and she doesn’t have to.

“They’re going to hate me.” She covered her face with her hands, but he was quick to move her hands out of the way and squeeze them in his. 

“They’re actually going to love you and then be very disappointed when we break up.” She pouted at him like she likes to before she laughed. 

“Make sure you tell them it was your fault that we broke up, please.” He’s sure if he and (Y/N) ever did date that he’d be the reason for their breakup anyway. She’s much too sweet to ever do anything wrong. 

“I will. Ready?” She nodded hesitantly. He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand and before he could think about it for long, he was out of the car and on his way to her side to help her out. As soon as she was on her feet, she was grabbing his hand in both of hers and squeezing. 

“You got me, right?” He’s never seen her look so unsure of herself. It’s kind of cute, but he tries not to think too much into that realm of things. It wouldn’t be right of him. 

“I got you, (Y/N).” 

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Dinner went fine. The food was good and there was plenty of wine. But (Y/N) just could not keep her hands off of Harry. 

While he didn’t seem to mind, she was trying to tell herself that she didn’t need to be holding his hand for the entirety of dinner or while they went around the beautiful garden in the back of the house to socialize. She also didn’t need to lean into his side or play with his fingers in her lap. But she couldn’t help it. 

It was helping a lot of her anxiety about meeting pretty much his entire family. He didn’t question it at all, he just completely gave up his hand for her to fidget with. 

When they first walked around the house to get to the garden where everyone was, Des had come up to him first with Harry’s mom to say hello and ask them how they’d been. (Y/N) has only met his mom a handful of times and she’s always been very nice, so she wasn’t as nervous about seeing her again. But now that she’s kind of dating her son, she feels a little bit of pressure. The conversation went smoothly though and Harry did most of the talking. 

Then it came time to meet everyone else. They all asked the same questions. Where did they meet, how long have they been together, very minor things. And while (Y/N) didn’t say much, she hopes that she didn’t come off as shy. She’s feeling a bit lightheaded about deceiving everyone here and making them believe that she’s dating Harry just as a business move. It doesn’t seem right, but she still plays along. 

And the one other thing keeping her calm would be the second glass of white wine she’s having. At first, she declined, wanting to remain poised and under control, but then she just got so in her head about what she’s doing that she allowed herself one glass. And then two. And now she’s talking to Harry’s cousin who just had a baby about the most random things and she’s having so much fun doing it. She feels more calm and relaxed having someone to talk to. It’s nice. And what’s also nice is Harry’s warm hand resting on her thigh while she twists his rings back and forth. 

She wouldn’t say his hand is up her dress, but it pretty much is. It’s under her skirt, but just sitting on the middle of her thigh. But she can’t lie and say it’s not making her squirm a little more than usual in her chair. He’s in his own conversation, so she doubts that he even notices it. Wine just makes her behave differently. And while she’s trying to keep her mind off of him and his hands, her body had other plans.

It’s forcing her to be aware that his fingers are so close to her. That his hands are so warm. And that’s bringing up many other issues with it. Basically, she’s sure her underwear are ruined now because they’re so wet. But Harry doesn’t have to know that part. He doesn’t. He can’t. 

So, she’s just pressing her legs together and hoping for the best. But she’s not doing a great job at it because his hand moved down to her knee and she went reaching for it to drag it right back up to where it had been. Maybe even higher. She could hear his words falter the tiniest bit, but other than that, he seemed unbothered by it. He did squeeze her thigh lightly, but that was it. 

At this point though, just sitting and talking at the table is making her restless. Especially with Harry’s fingertips brushing back and forth on top of her thigh. She excused herself to the bathroom, but Harry got up to show her the way. Apparently, the house is quite a maze. 

She knew from others getting up from the table that the bathroom was right inside the glass doors and to the left. But Harry took her inside and to the staircase. He guided her up the stairs and she didn’t even argue. The wine is making her much more agreeable than she usually is. 

He followed her right into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. She’s confused now because she really did have to pee, but now he’s here and she has to make him leave first. 

“What are you doing?” She whined, trying to push him towards the door. She needs a second to get herself back under control, away from him. She was getting way into her head. 

“Are you doing that on purpose?” He grabbed her wrists to stop her from pushing him. Not that it was doing anything to get him to go away, but he needed her full attention. 

“Doing what? I have to go now, can you please—” 

“Do you want me to touch you?” 

She’s not as surprised by his question because of the alcohol she’s had, so at first, she laughs it off. He can’t mean that because why would he? 

“Why would you ask that, Harry?” He stepped towards her until she was pressed against the counter top. The bathroom was big and echoey. There was a tub and walk-in shower and two sinks with a giant mirror behind them. It’s probably the biggest bathroom she’s ever been in. But now she’s hemmed up against the sinks with his body pushing against hers and he’s staring down at her like he wants to devour her.

“Because you’ve not been able to sit still all night. Can feel you trying to settle down, but it’s not working, is it? Need some help, sweetheart?” It’s just like the other day in his office, but they’re not at work. There’s no chance for someone to walk in. At least, not someone they work with. She hopes Harry’s family would just stay downstairs if they had to come in and use the bathroom. But he seems pretty confident that they will if he even asked that.

“No, I’m fine—” 

“Are you? Because I think you like my hands on you, (Y/N). You like me touching all over you, you just don’t want to admit it.” He ran his hand down her arm and down further until he reached the back of her knee. And then he lifted her leg up so he could have her leg locked around his waist. Now she’s holding onto his shoulders for dear life, trying to keep herself upright. 

She doesn’t mind that he’s touching her and it has little to do with the wine. She feels stone sober now after his very blunt question. And she almost wants to take him up on it. 

“So what if I do?” Her hands moved from his shoulders up to his hair where she pulled, making his head fall back for just a second before his darkened gaze met hers again. 

“Say it then. Tell me you want me to touch you.” (Y/N) is definitely not ashamed to tell him that now. She just wants what she wants and she’ll think about the consequences later. 

“Please kiss me.” 

And she knows Harry to be a tease, so of course he started with her shoulder and worked his way to her neck while she was trying to keep her hips still against him. She could feel all of him and if her underwear were ruined before, she might have to toss these ones after tonight. 

Once his mouth met the underside of her chin, she overtook the kiss. He was taking so long so she grabbed him by the jaw and pressed their mouths together. She could feel him melt right into the kiss and move his hands to her waist to squeeze her. Her arms came around his neck instead to pull him closer right as he tongue snuck its way into her mouth. She really didn’t mind that because she’d been waiting to do it, but let him take the initiative. 

And now he’s hurrying to get her sitting on the counter so he can feel her thighs wrapped around him. He never knew that shy little (Y/N) could be so . . .  not shy. Like right now, she’s licking into his mouth while moaning. He never pictured this happening ever. He knows that the dinner table is going to be wondering where they went soon, but he just can’t push himself away. She tastes like the wine she’s drinking and whatever fruity lip gloss she’d put on before coming. And he can’t get enough. 

He figured this would be a problem. He knew that eventually, playing pretend would backfire, he just didn’t think it’d be so soon. But he had to go and tease her until she snapped. And that very well may be the reason why her pretty thighs are so tight around him and why she keeps tugging on his hair, hard enough to make his eyes roll back. He just didn’t think she’d be this good. And he really wishes she wasn’t. Because now that he’s gotten a taste, he’s never going to want anyone else. 

Unfortunately, it was her that pulled away. Apparently, common sense reached her first. She roughly shoved his shoulders back and watched him with wide eyes and a heaving chest. 

“That did not happen!” And now she’s up off the sink, pacing and muttering things to herself that he didn’t bother to listen to. 

“Hey, sweetheart, no matter how bad you want it to not have happened, it did, and it’s not that serious.” She stopped her pacing and turned to him with her hands on her hips. 

“Not that serious? I kissed my boss! And I liked it!” She slapped her hands over her mouth and shook her head at him. “I didn’t say that!” He laughed, leaning against the counter, watching her spiral even more. 

“It’s okay. I liked it too.” He doesn’t see the problem. They both liked it and just because he’s her boss doesn’t mean anything. Maybe it started as something pretend, but Harry knew he’d have a hard time with that anyway. (Y/N) is amazing and she always has been. But now that they’ve kissed and he’s felt her body on his, he doesn’t think he’ll ever go back. But he’s not going to admit that right now while she’s freaking out. He’ll wait until she’s calm and has time to think. 

“You can’t just say that, Harry! We  should get back to the table. It’s been long enough.” He didn’t fight her on it. He just opened the bathroom door and led her back to the garden. He could feel her hand shaking in his and he didn’t know why. But he didn’t let her go until they were sitting again and (Y/N) had her wine glass to her mouth. 

The rest of dinner went nicely. (Y/N) was practically buzzing in her chair and he knew that meant she wanted to leave, so he took that as his cue to tell everyone goodnight and get (Y/N) home. She was quiet the entire car ride, but he expected that. She must have been thinking and that’s fine. He hopes it was all good things. He put the car in park at the curb in front of her apartment and she turned to him, looking slightly nervous. 

“I’m sorry for kissing you.” 

“I’m not.” She scoffed, looking away from him for just a moment to find her composure. 

“I just mean . . . you know.” 

“I know, love. Have a good night.” She nodded, blinking a few times before looking back at him. 

“I would invite you in, but it’s a Sunday night and I don’t trust myself.” Who knows how far she’d take it if there was a bed nearby, so she just shouldn’t. 

“That’s okay. Sleep well, (Y/N).” She pushed the door open and stepped out. She did lean down into the car to send him one last wave. 

“See you tomorrow, Mister Styles.” 

“Can’t wait.” She felt her face heat up and took that as a sign to just shut the door and go inside. Because tonight had been a lot. And she just needs a good night’s rest and it’ll all be better. 

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“(Y/N). You’ll never guess,” He came striding out of his office with a grin on. She knew he must’ve gotten some type of good news. He stopped in front of her desk and leaned down to her. “My father is very pleased with us. He’s going to watch me for a few weeks and make sure I stay on top of things and if all is well, I’ve got the job.” 

“That’s great, Harry.” She knew he’d get it anyway. Why wouldn’t he? 

“All thanks to you.” 

They hadn’t said much about the kissing thing. She did greet him this morning with a coffee and warm cheeks, but he just smirked at her and thanked her. But she doesn’t mind it. So what she’d been thinking about it all night before and even struggled falling asleep. So what. It didn’t have to mean anything. It was all in the heat of the moment. 

“You’re welcome.” She quipped back, making him laugh and reach over to her to run his hand over her shoulder. 

“Meet me in my office in a few, please. We’ve got some work to do.” 

Little did (Y/N) know that “work” meant sitting on top of his with her blouse halfway off as they did their best to swallow each other. She really didn’t expect it. She thought he’d sweep it under the rug and forget about it. Instead, he’s got his hands up her skirt and is feeling all over her thighs. 

He pulled away from her, reluctantly, and breathless, to stare at her. 

“I love kissing you, you make me crazy, (Y/N). Don’t want to stop.” And she went right back in to press their lips together and lead them into another bout of passionate kissing. 

This went on for much longer than she thought, but by the time she accidentally looked up at the clock on the wall, she’d been in his lap for twenty minutes. 

“Oh my gosh. I need to go, it’s almost lunch time.” She pulled herself off of him and righted her blouse before fixing her skirt. 

“Fine. Leave me.” He said dramatically, making her giggle. He has a meeting to get to anyway. So, she’ll pick up his lunch and have it here for him when he returns. And hopefully there will be a redo of what they just did. 

“I’ll be back.” She went to step away from him, but he grabbed her hand, effectively halting her from going anywhere. And he almost looked nervous all of a sudden. 

“Would you ever consider going on a real date with me?” 

And he’s left her speechless because she didn’t think he wanted anything more than to fool around, but apparently, that’s not that case. But she doesn’t mind. She’s gotten to know Harry more in the past few weeks than she has in three years. And while she knew him well then, some things have changed. 

“I think I would like that.” His fingers slipped between hers and he squeezed, smiling at her. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. I would.” She should’ve known something like this would happen. How could she have ever resisted him?   

“Okay. Let me know when you’re free then, alright?” She nodded, trying to walk out of his office and not run back to kiss him. But she’s supposed to meet Riley and she doesn’t really have time to mess around. Even though she really, really wants to. 

All throughout lunch, she was trying not to look so lovestruck and dreamy after seeing Harry. She didn’t want any questions from Riley right now even though she interrogated her quite a bit about what happened in the lobby. But she just brushed it off as him being silly. She really wants to gush to someone about it, but no one can know about their little deal. (Y/N) supposes that now that it’s turning into more, she could tell her then. That they’re dating. But for right now, she’s keeping it all hidden. 

She picked up Harry’s lunch and then walked back to the building with Riley. Is it bad that she can’t wait to see him again? She’s been gone for thirty minutes and all she can think about is being near him again.

He wasn’t in his office when she dropped the food off, so he must still be stuck in the meeting. She just set the bag of food on his desk before going back to her own. She got about thirty minutes of work done before Harry left his meeting and walked by her, distracting her from what she was doing. He blew her a discreet kiss before strolling into his office and shutting the door. She’ll be freed up in just a few minutes and then she can go sit with him for a minute and pretend to work even more. She knows she’ll get nothing done because all she can think about is their soon-to-be date. 

Right as she was standing to walk to his office, the phone on her desk rang. She rolled her eyes before picking it up and holding it to her ear. 

“Mister Styles’ office.” 

“Hi. Can you transfer me to Harry? I need to talk to him.” Normally, she would, but she knows he’s eating lunch and would probably not like to be disturbed. 

“He’s busy at the moment, can I take a message?” She reached for a pen and the bright pink sticky notes on the corner of her desk and waited for the woman on the phone. 

“Yeah. Tell him it’s Natalie and I had so much fun last night. He needs to call me back.” 

She didn’t move. All she did was scribble down the phone number Natalie left for him to call her back with and wish her a good day. Usually when she takes messages for him, she’ll write down the name of the person, the context of the call, and a number to reach them again. So she did all of that. While not even breathing. 

(Y/N) is well aware of who Natalie is. She can’t believe she didn’t recognize her voice. About a year ago, she was around all the time. Calling and visiting Harry at the office. He never said much to her about Natalie, but she assumed she was a girlfriend. And they’d been together for almost eight months, but suddenly, she stopped calling and stopped showing up, so (Y/N) figured they were done. And she never thought about her again until now. Now when Harry just asked her out on a real date, after he kissed her the night before, but he also spent that same night with his ex after he dropped her off. 

She plucked the sticky note from her desk and made her way to his office. Through the closed door she could see he was on the phone, but she didn’t care. She pushed the door open and he smiled at her. He smiled. She smiled right back and stopped in front of him. She slammed the sticky note right down in front of him and he sat back like he hadn’t expected it. He looked confused and told the person on the phone to hold on. 

“I’m on with my father, what’s—”

“Natalie called.” 

Once again, she didn’t give him the opportunity to speak, much less make an excuse about what had happened the night before. She just walked right out of his office and shut the door behind her. 

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i didn't even mean for that to happen, but i wrote this late last night and decided to just roll with it 😁 and if I missed you in the tags i’m so sorry, let me know! and if there’s anything weird in this, just know i was half asleep while looking over this soo :)

and i’m still working on the next piece (dad’s bsf/whatever lol) but I hope to have that out by the weekend. someone hold me accountable 😭

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[forgottenaoife]

A Favor | Arthur + Aoife

Valentina had sat Aoife next to Arthur for dinner during her celebratory gathering at Malconaire.

Though Eithne had never spoken of it, it was assumed by all that Arthur’s visits to Malconaire had ended due to her engagement to Cassimir. After the Ice Ball and Cillian’s discovery, Aoife hadn’t particularly wanted and of the Varmonts at the home, so the only thing she concerned herself with how Eithne might feel.

Now, however, her home was full of Varmonts and Valentina was now attempting to force Aoife on Arthur, though the two could not have been any less suited for each other if they tried.

The sounds of conversation filled the hall but Aoife said little to anyone. She was reaching for her goblet when Aoife caught sight of her step mother a few seats down the table somewhat unsubtly jabbing her fork in the direction of Arthur while mouthing something that appeared to be ‘speak to him!’

“I.. I saw you speaking with the Prin— Lady Aria during the archery event,” Aoife turned her head and spoke to him, only, finally. Out of her peripheral she saw her step mother, thankfully, cease wielding her fork in their direction.

“It is probably much too presumptuous of me, but, might I beg your assistance with a task? Ar—Lady Aria is one of my oldest friends and with… everything…” Aoife stopped momentarily upon referencing the riots then.

“… I have missed her feast day this year.”

In truth she had missed multiple since Roderick seized their country, but Aoife knew better than to mention this.

“I have a gift for her… just a small trinket I found from a merchant passing through the village,” Aoife held up her hands to indicate the size the item— a miniature painting depicting a brilliant green meadow along a river bank. It had reminded Aoife of Malconaire and she had through that should Aria not be permitted to come here herself, Aoife might send a small bit of Malconaire to her friend.

“If I retrieved it after dinner… would you be able to give it to her for me?” Aoife requested,trying to ignore the broad grin she saw on step mother’s face now from the corner of her eye. “I would be in your debt, Imperial Highness.”

[cageyworld]

Very specific request, but would anyone be willing to spoil me on the Gong Bros. (Shangjue and Yuanzhi) plot of “My Journey to You”? I like both actors a lot, and the characters are super compelling, but Shangjue’s anger outbursts are also very triggering for me, unfortunately. I can’t get through an episode. And yet, I’m so curious!

[melimelissa998]

A Favor pt. 2

part 1

A few days later after that night, it was all back to normal in my head. Wake up, teach, stay up late, sleep and repeat. First I felt really bad for that boy getting in trouble, and also anxious that he’ll show up at my door and punch me for being a snitch.

I look at the hour on my watch and decide it’s time to leave work today. I stack all the graded homework together and the rest in another pile for tomorrow, I put them in the drawer and start to clean up my desk.

As I close the classroom door, I hear footsteps approach me; I turn to see Miss Young with a mop in her hand. “Oh miss Y/N, like always staying so late” she says, I see how her face wrinkles into a smile that also makes me smile. “If I grade now, I’ll have my weekend free, it’s worth it” I tell her and she nods, she wishes me a nice sleep and to take care, I wave her goodbye and to also take care.

I walk around the building to the back stairs to get to my apartment. I pass the small playground and stop at the convenience store that's across to buy dinner. I take a moment to think if I should walk to the front of my building or just use the back door that’s straight ahead. I roll my eyes at myself. Like if you would surround the building just to get to the front when the back door is just a few steps away…

Before I open the door and step in, I hear a noise that’s between a cry and a growl. I stay still to check if I’ll hear it again, and I do. I walk to the corner of the building to the small alley where we leave the garbage to see if the noise is P, the small cat that the building adopted a few months ago; but it’s not P.

I see a silhouette trying to stand up and slip to the floor. “Oh shoot” I panic and walk closer “Are you alright?” I ask waiting to know if they needed help. I see his face and instantly recognize it’s the blonde freckle boy from the pool place. But what were the odds to see each other, again. “Are you okay?” I ask again even though I see him struggle. “It’s okay” he replies. I back a little and notice how his left shoulder looks a little off, I focus more on it, and even though there’s almost no streetlight I can tell it’s not normal. “We should.” “No!” he interrupts me with a deep and firm voice. “I said it’s okay, just go” he tells me as he tries to pass me but falls to the floor. He cries out of pain and my heart hurts hearing him. I quickly kneel down, “I-I can’t leave you like this, let me take you to a hos.” Again he interrupts me in the same mad tone “I said no, Y/N” he repeats and I pick up an accent. “O-okay, but at least call someone, call Lee Know, or your other friend” I suggest and he nods, he tries getting up and almost loses his balance but I put my hands on his chest to keep him from falling on me. His head is lays on my shoulder and I call him out “Hey, hey, you there?” I slightly shake him, but he doesn’t verbally respond, only a small growl. “Oh gosh” I complain out loud.

Why me again. I will regret this, I will definitely regret this again… “Hey.” I wanted to call his name but I actually don’t know it? “Let’s get out of here yeah? Just help me out a little” I talk to him hopping he can hear me. We try to walk to the back door building to get us in, but when I mean we, I mean just me with this boy hanging on me on one side and my heavy handbag on the other.

A 3 minute trip to my floor and door turned into maybe a 20 minute walk “Lean on the wall for a sec” I suggest him, he keeps growling and crying from the pain as I look for my keys and open the door as fast as I can. Lucky for us my sofa was close by to the entrance. I didn’t attend to through him on the sofa but he kinda slips off my arms and falls making him cry louder “I, shit, sorry, sorry” I cover my mouth with both hands. He mumbles that it’s fine but I still feel guilty. “What’s your friend number?” I ask as I take my phone out my bag trying get ride of how bad I feel, he nods his head and turns to his right side “My phone” he says, I stand a little confused “In my, my pocket” he explains “Oh, yeah” I say obviously. I take out the mobile waiting for maybe a Samsung or an iPhone but I didn’t expect a 2004 type of phone, I frown and look at him like if he was a mad man. I want to ask what’s up with this but he talks first “Press one” he orders, I am still confused “Speed dial one” he orders again as if it was obvious what he meant, I shake my head to myself. This is not normal, this is mad. Crazy mad. I dial and wait on the tone. “Where are you, mate?” is the first thing that comes from the other side. That accent. It’s him. “Uh, I, em, your friend, he’s not okay and.” I try to explain but he interrupts me “Who the hell is this?” he questions and my heart beat speeds up “Y/N” I gulp down my saliva “Y/N” he doesn’t say it in a question, it sounded more like if he was repeating it to himself. I hear his voice in my head echoing my name in his accent. British? Australian? I try to think a little more… “Where is he?” his question pops me out of my thinking bubble “Uh, he’s with me, my apartment, I, he is bad injured, I think he’ll faint in any minute, I live, em, on Berrywood Parkway, it’s um, behind the.” I am half way in the explanation but he once again interrupts me “I know, I´ll be there shortly, keep him awake” he demands before he hangs up on me, I look at the phone no believing how rude he was right now. I inhale and look at the boy on my sofa have unconscious, I stand there looking at his face, he has a few cuts and a big bruise on his left cheek, I walk to my bathroom and get my first aid kit, I kneel close to him “I’m going to clean you up okay?” I ask softly and nods slowly.

While I clean his injuries I couldn’t stop feeling worried for him, he wasn’t older than me, and he also looks so small in some way. “Felix” he whispers, I am cleaning up his open lip and when I hear him I accidentally press on it too much, he wimps and I apologize "You said Felix?" I repeat “My name, it’s Felix” he repeats and then I notice he also has an accent, just like his friend… “I’m Y/N” I say and he chuckles “I remember you Y/N, bad ass the other day honestly” he lets out a small laugh and I smile, but soon he growls in pain again and touches his left shoulder “It’s dislocated, isn’t it?” I ask and he nods “W-what happen? Did someone try to assault you?” I ask worried for him but he shakes his head “Just don’t” he suggests me. I want to say something more, but a knock on the door and my name in the unknown accent stops me. Oh shit.

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