#but on here i will talk about math when i want to

[yunzyoi]

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐍𝐨𝐬𝐞 (s.jy)

[NSFW] That Damn Nose [Pt. 2] - jake x f!reader

𓂃۶ৎ [ 제이크] You were just trying to survive the last High School year. Just trying to get your shit together, trying be ready to be an adult. But you had one single distraction. Jake Sim, your math teacher.

٠࣪⭑ cw/tags: smut, soft!dom math teacher jake and sub f!reader student. plot?, porn, sucking d, age gap (just two years), dirty talk, restroom, fingering, masturbation, eating pussy, face riding, squirting, public, mdni. don't read if uncomfortable.

٠࣪⭑ wc: 3.2k

You had a huge crush on your math professor since the year started. But what would you do if he felt the same attraction? ᯓ★

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You arch your back in your bed. "Jake—" You moan. His name rolling down your tongue easier than ever before. You grip the sheets, toes curling, your own fingers working like it's a full time job. Deep, warm, wet. The memories of Jake on his knees, in his classroom, giving you a head—your first head—making you wetter. 2 a.m and you already came twice, squirted, wet the entire bedding that you washed yesterday due to the exact same reason. You moan, fuck, you were extra sensitive, shaking, shivering, the ghost of his touch still around your thighs. The memory of his fingers inside you. "Fuck!" And there you go, pussy shooting like a fountain.

You lay there, in a puddle of your own cum and squirt and whine softly. His name still in your tongue, tingling. You remove your fingers from your pussy and reach for your phone. The Instagram app was open, his account on diaplay, pics of him all over. You bite your lips remembering Friday's scene. Him on his knees. Your pussy throbs at the memory. Nothing else happened on Friday aside from him eating your pussy like an animal but that was enough to make your obsession for him unbearable. You couldn't wait for Monday, you wanted to see him, needed to see him, needed to see what he'll do, how he'll act.

Monday was torturing, his class was last period so you first had to go through every period to be able to see him. Except that today, you were wet from the second you woke up. Soaking, not even a shower fixed it. Third period was hell, legs squeezing, your imagination raising with thoughts of all the things he could do to you. And it's wrecking you slowly, sweat running down your forehead while you try to focus on your History class. Np, you can't handle this anymore, you need to do it, you need to get off. You stand up, excusing yourself. Running, tripping, to the individual restroom. Almost running like your life depends on it. You were almost addicted to it, to jerking off to him. You get there and when you're about to open the door, it opens from inside.

A familiar face emerges. Black hair falling down, white button up, thick lips, sharp nose. Oh his nose. Your legs shake slightly at the memory of his nose rubbing in between your folds. Jake smirks in front of you. He knows what's up. He's known for a while, but he played dumb, turned his face around.

"Looking for something?" He asks, teasing, but not obvious. His voice sounds extra attractive today or maybe you're extra desperate. "It's mid-period though"

"Huh?!" You can't help the gasp that escapes your lips.

"You think I don't know, mmh?" Oh fuck, yes, his voice definetly sounds more attractive today. "What you do after my period. Every afternoon, in this same restroom?"

Your heart sinks again, just like on Friday. How did he know. How the fuck. And worse, how much does he know at this point. He leans, not so close, respecting distance. You're both still in the hallway, even if it's empty.

"But you must be really desperate if you're here earlier" He chuckles at your reaction. "What a messy girl. And here's everyone thinking you're a star-citizen"

"I—" You try to defend yourself somehow, but you just feel weak, needy, he's right, messy. You want him to do what he did to you on Friday but you can't even talk or move. And before you know it, He's pulling you inside with him. Door closed and your entire body pressed against the door by his. His breath on your skin, around your ear, hot.

"Look at you, you're a mess." You gasp, feeling him all, his hips pressing against yours. "Is this because of me, baby?" He notices the way your breathe gets heavier when he calls you that. "Yes, it is." He confirms, smirking. "Thinking about what I did to you on Friday, mmh? I bet you were wet all weekend"

You whine softly, hands on his shoulders. He smirks at your messy state. "I bet you're wet right now." He doesn't ask this time, his hands undo your jeans easily. "I'm gonna pull these down now." He warns, not waiting, just doing it. His hand immediately hiding between your thighs. He hums, delighted, like the memory of your pussy on his face just came back. "Soaked" He whispers, his cock throbbing in his pants. "So soaked for me"

Jake takes a deep breathe, letting your scent flood his nose and then he leans, nuzzling your neck while his hand starts moving in circles, slow, very slow, torturing. You whine again.

"You want me to help again, mmh?" You hold onto him, nodding, at the verge of begging. He chuckles, so sexy that your legs only shake. He pulls down your panties. "Let's take these off, yeah?" You nod again bitting your lips. "But you gotta be quiet." Soft whisper against your ear. "Can you do that for me, pretty?"

You shake at the new petname and nod, holding back a moan. His fingers tracing circles in your inner thighs.

"Use your words, princess." God every petname was better than the last one. His nose nuzzles your neck, making you shiver, still waiting on your answer. "I need a confirmation, darling." Oh he definetly knows what all those petnames are doing to you.

"Yes." You manage to say, breathy. "Yes— I'll be quiet, I promise" You lean your head back when you feel his lips press a kiss behind your ear, smirking against your skin.

"Good girl."

You felt like your fucking world was shattered after that. You almost fell to your knees. The knot in your stomach exploding, making you shiver. He feels how you hold onto him, how you lose your strengh and smirks. He loved it, he loved the power he had over your body.

Jake kisses your neck again, his tongue occasionally darting out to lick a small portion. His fingers finally pressing on your pussy. Jake holds back a moan at the sensation of his fingers getting soaked so easily. He presses his fingers against your clit, thight circles and then moves them down. You hold onto him, fisting his shirt, all kind of sensations cursing through your body. Finally, he slides his fingers in and bites on your neck to surpass a moan. You cover your own mouth rolling back your eyes.

The hallway was empty but you both needed to be quiet just in case. Gasps and soft moans muffled in his shoulder while his fingers pumped in and out of you. You see stars, his fingers working good, better than yours, much better. You moan his name, fingers deep in your pussy, curling, hitting that sweet spot that makes you wanna scream his name.

Jake smirks, gasps, he can feel you clenching on his fingers and decides to pump them faster, way faster. You lean your head back and right before you moan he presses his free hand against your mouth.

"Shhh, you can do it, baby" He says moving his hand at an agonizingly fast rythm. He feels how your pussy gets wetter, filthy sounds coming from it. You're close, you hold onto Jake's hand, scratching his arm and and rolling your eyes back. You moan against his hand, hard, almost falling to the floor when your orgasm hits. It's hard, harder than any of your three orgasms yesterday night. You squirt, running down your legs, and his pants, and his arm, a total mess. He shoves his fingers as deep as he can, keeps them there, curling inside, pressing on your g-spot. Your eyes getting teary from the intensity of it.

"Shh, you did so good" He whispers kissing your temple, and then your teary lashes. "So good for me" He holds you, keeping you steady.

Jake removes his hand from your pussy, followed from removing the other from your mouth letting you rest your face on his shoulder while he caresses your waist with his clean hand. He chuckles, and you wonder what's so funny to him but you're too spent to talk right now.

"How long—" Jake says out of breath. "For how long, have this been going on" He asks you. "Your little crush on me"

You blush, thankfully you're not looking at him. "Since the year started." You admit, too tired to have shame.

Jake smirks and nuzzles your neck. "Cute." You blush harder and just press yourself against him, gasping at how hard he is. You pull back a little, wanting to see, you want to see how hard he was, how big he was. His cock was painfully straining against his pants. He pulls back, looking down as well. "Oh yeah...that"

You couldn't stop looking at it, couldn't stop thinking about how he was that hard for you. His chuckle brings you back. "Never seen one, or what?" He asks mockingly.

"I have." You say looking up at him.

"Ever went down on someone?"

You shake your head at this one. You're not the most experienced person on this plannet, you barely lost your virginity last year.

Jake smirks down at you. "Wanna try doing it for me?" He asks, oh his tone is soft yet his words are so filthy.

You're a little unsure and he can see it. He squeezes your waist. "I'd quide you but you don't have to if you don't feel ready"

"What if it's not good?" You ask, insecurity running through your body and he can sense it.

"Hey, don't worry about that, everybody has a first time and I'm right here to guide you" He says softly, his clean hand caressing your cheek. "You wanna try?"

You nod. His simple reaffirmation giving you confidence. He smirks kissing your cheek, close to your lips, making you gasp because he doesn't kiss your there.

"Get on your kness for me" He orders, so sweet that it doesn't look like he's about to fuck your face. You do it, getting on your knees, a little uncomfortable on the floor. You look up at him and his breath cuts sharply at the view. Doe eyes looking up, so sweet. "How pretty" He murmurs, making your heart skips a beat. You see his hands undoing his belt and your heartbeat quickens.

Fuck.

You were about to see it. Nothing more than excitement. He pulls his cock out and shit, how is all that going to fit into your mouth. It was big, thick, enough to scare you a little. You feel his hand caressing your hair like he knows. "It's okay, we can go slow and stop whenever you want" You nod and he smirks. "Lick it first, lick it a lot, like an ice-cream"

You do as he says, licking the pink tip as you take it in your hands. Jake hisses, god, one touch from your wet, warm tongue and he was already going into another dimension. He looks down at you intently. You lick as he asked, soaking it, making it slippery while he just caresses your hair. "Mmh, yes, just like that..." He says breathy almost forgetting that he has to guide you. "Can you take the tip in your mouth?" He asks, waiting and oh, when you do. When you close your lips around his tip he has to fight back the urge to thrust his cock all the way into your mouth.

Jake can't believe he's feeling so good when you're barely doing anything, if not nothing. But god he was so hard, so turned on, and so attracted to you that the simplest touch from you could sent him over the moon. His fingers tangle a little in your hair. "Gonna push you down a little, okay?" He warns, voice whiny as he does. "Tap my thight if you wanna pull back"

But you don't need to. You're so eager to do him. To do this for him. Even when he starts pushing you down, his cock filling up your mouth slowly, your eyes getting teary, you don't wanna pull away. You wanna take him, you want to hear him praise you when you make him cum. God you want to be so good for him you'd do anything in this world. He moans, whimpery, so sexy that you feel like you're getting wet again.

You let him guide your head, he's going slow, but deep. You feel like you could die, it's not the best feeling but god, that praise was going to feel like absolute heaven.

You moan against his cock, sending vibrations through his body. His hips moving forward unconsciously. "I'm sorry" He says, breathy, lost in pleasure. "God, don't stop..."

Jake moans, gasps, biting his lips trying to stay quiet. He feels like he could die right now. You're not the best at it, he can't lie but he feels like he's in heaven "Good, baby, like that" He guides you. "Yes, yes god, you're such a good girl"

The praise goes directly to your pussy, making it throb automatically. You can't help it, you hand quickly reaching down to your clit. You moan against his cock again when your fingers start working on your pussy. His hips move again, he can't stop it but you don't want him to. His hips rocking, deeper each thrust while your fingers slide in and out of your hole.

"Yes, like that...like that, Oh my— God" He whines, he's lost, so lost in pleasure. He's been waiting to have your mouth around his dick for months. That pretty little mouth with pinky lips. "God you look so pretty like this" He moans looking down and the view pushes him closer, his fingers tightening on your hair. "Oh lord, I'm so close, fuck" He moans again.

He doesn't even have time to warn you, his cum fills up your mouth suddenly. Jake bites his lips, holding back a moan and shoots in. No warning, not ready. Your heart almost drop when you feel him cum. You don't even know what to do, you end up swallowing some by accident and some just rolls down your chin and into the floor. You pull back, when he's done and Jake just leans back against the wall.

"Oh fuck" He was spent. You stop touching yourself and he sees you, a smirk trying to form on his lips but he's too tired to even do that. You stay there looking up at him until he nods. "Come here"

You stand up in seconds, shamelessly pressing yourself against him, it just felt right. He grabs your waist pulling you flush against him. "You did so good" He says, and you know you did when he came so fast. "So fucking good, princess" He leans his head back. "So good" He whispers again.

You just look up at him, looking at his face. God, the motherfucker was handsome. His hair was wet from the sweat on his forehead, clinging to his skin. His eyes staring up at the ceiling but probably lost in thoughts, or just dazed. His nose looking delicious, your lips part to let a sigh escape. You feel your pussy clench on air. That damn nose. His lips curl in a smirk and his eyes roll down. "Admiring?" You blush and he chuckles finally looking down at you. "You feel okay?" He asks.

"Yes" you say softly. "My throat's just a little—" You feel his fingers brushing on your lips and chin.

"God, you're a mess" He chuckles and you blush again. "Were you touching hourself?" He asks making you blush even more and he just chuckles again. "Woah...you liked sucking me off that much that you had to touch yourself"

You blush even harder, because he's right.

"Did you finish?" He asks and you just shake your head making him smirk. He leans forward, face on your neck again. "Poor baby" He says in fake pitty as his hands roam your body. "Just because I'm a really good teacher, I'll help you out again"

He just said that and your legs shaked. Oh he was gonna touch you again. Your pussy just got wetter at the thought. You stood there waiting for his fingers to dig in your hole again. But instead, Jake got on his knees. Fuck. No way. Your heart started going as fast as an Olympic athlete. He was gonna eat you out again.

"Leg on my shoulder, darling" God the way he said that to you made you feel like you were gonna cum already. You place your left leg on his shoulder and he gives you no time, no warning, his face is buried in your pussy in a blink, like he's been starving since Friday.

You grab his hair, pulling it back to see how delighted he looked while eating you. His tongue sliding up and down, from your swollen clit down to your entrance and you moan covering your mouth. He wraps his lips around your clit, sucking on it, biting it softly, not hurting you, just stimulating you. Then he buries his face even deeper, tongue sliding inside you and nose against your clit. You feel crazy when you feel his nose rubbing on you again. You love it, damn, yes, you love it. No matter how dirty it was, you loved to have his face between your legs. He looks up for a second, eyes on fire, you feel like you could cum only from the way he's looking at you. You whine and bite your own hand.

Quiet, quiet, quiet. You promised to be quiet.

Jake moans agains your pussy. He's on heaven again. Finally back in your pussy. He almost missed it. That taste, that smell, so sticky, so wet, so warm, so good. He could do it day and night, he could eat you for the rest of his life, no other food needed, not even water. He moans again, like eating your pussy feels better than getting his dick sucked. You moan against the palm of your hand gripping his hair when you feel close.

"Jake— I'm gonna" You whine his name again warning him and that only excites him more, making him move faster, rubbing his face on your pussy desperately, getting his nose, lips and chin soaked.

"Cum for me, baby" He says in a breathy voice. "Cum all over my face"

And just hearing him say that pushes you over the edge. You cum so deliciously, so hard, and so wet that you can't see peoperly for a good 5 minutes. Jake rubs hus face against your pussy, eating you through your orgasm while his face gets messier. "Lord, you taste like fucking heaven" He says against your leg once you're spent.

Yo push down your leg and he gets up, his face a mess, and a smirk on his face. You gasp softly holding onto him.

"You did so good" He whispers caressing your sides. Silence, his face on your neck again, not doing anything, just resting. "Now you should go back to class, you know" He says and chuckles kissing your neck. "Third period ends in about 10 minutes.

"Fuck!"

[Part 1] ₍^. .^₎⟆

[Part 2] ₍^. .^₎⟆ - you're here ! (˶˃⤙˂˶)

[Part 3] ₍^. .^₎⟆

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[ash005]

Imagine of DI leon dating a college girl. Been so obsessed with this like I need him so bad. 😋🙏

Mentions of: baby, age gap, mild cussing and mentions of body image. This is not proofread so sorry if there’s mistakes :(

Thinking about DI leon dating a college girl and coming up to her college to pick her up for spring break. He can’t remember the last time he’s been to a college campus and can’t help but feel a little out of place.

You made him feel young and old at the same time. Like whenever you would you would send him pictures of what was called “brain rot”. He didn’t understand that stuff and apparently he’s been known to ruin a joke by asking too many questions about it.

But none of that mattered because he was here now, and he couldn't help but smile when he saw you walk outside. In your cute little shorts and shirt, how did you end up with him? He thought you were too good for him. Sometimes he feels guilty, you should be with someone your age. Some young college boy who you could go to parties to. But you have assured him you're fine, and who wants to date an inexperienced, stupid college boy anyway?

You ran up to him, throwing your arms around his neck and getting on your tippy toes. "Hi!! I can't believe you actually came!"

He wrapped his arms around your waist and chuckled a little. “Yeah, of course I came. Who wouldn’t want to see you?”

Staying in the embrace for a moment before pulling away, you grabbed his hand and started walking down the sidewalk. “So do you want me to drive?” You asked.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll drive.” He says, to be completely honest, your driving scares him. He’s only driven with you once and decided that will never happen again. You're not a bad driver or anything; you just hit a few curbs, listen to loud music, and maybe cut some people off. But he wouldn’t tell you that.

“Are you sure? I can do it.” You pushed, looking up at him as you led him through your campus.

“I’m sure, besides you look better in the passenger seat.” He teased, looking down at you.

You huffed and shook your head. You were a great driver, it didn’t make anydn’t want to drive with you, but his car was nicer anyway. So you’ll let it slide this time.

When you finally got to his car, you immediately hooked up to the Bluetooth in his vehicle. You didn’t ask because you weren’t sure if he knew what it was or how to work it. And he listens to bad music. All old music sounds the same.

Leon couldn’t help but scoff at you acting like the princess you were. He’d never admit this out loud, but he didn’t even know his car had Bluetooth. He learns something new every day with you. Now you had on Sabrina something, he'd heard this song so many damn times he could probably recite the lyrics. He couldn't help but look at you for a moment before he started to drive. You were just so pretty, so so so cute, and he couldn't imagine being with anyone else.

You’d make him take you to Starbucks and order a caramel something frappuccino. Trying to keep him up with trends was just a nightmare. You once mentioned “freak-bob” to him, and he just stared at you in silence for a good 30 seconds. But he loved you, you and all your crazy energy. Sometimes he wonders what life would have been like if he’d met you younger, but it was too late, and he had you now.

He’d help you with your schoolwork because he’s freakishly good at math. Listen to you complain about your friends and whatever drama was going on. He didn’t understand half of it, and any advice or solutions he would give you would get shut down immediately. So he just let you talk, it was cute how worked up you would get over this stuff. He watched you do what he now knows as a skincare routine. And yes, you have influenced him into buying all these ridiculous products for his skin, but hey, he looks good. Sometimes he lies in bed with you all day, scrolling through “TikTok,” he believes it’s called. Sometimes you would ask him to make a video together, but he didn’t understand the appeal of dancing or lip-singing to a camera.

He’s so dad coded! Yes, he makes dad jokes. If you tell him you’re hungry he says “hi hungry, i’m leon.” Or some corny line like that. You’ve introduced him to so many things he can’t even remember half of it. He was always there to reassure you when you felt insecure. He never understood why young women had such an issue with their body, he thought you looked beautiful. But he was there, pressing soft kisses to your body and whispering praises into your ear.

Luckily for the both of you, his house actually wasn’t far from your college. The drive there just flew by and before you knew it you had arrived. His house was nice, I mean he was basically a 40 year old man making good money. So it made sense he had a nice house.

He carried your bags for you, because he was a gentleman. And you were too small to be carrying heavy stuff anyways. After you settled in you both kinda just cuddled on the couch watching movies all day. It was cute watching you try and stay awake as the night progressed. Your little yawns and snuggles into his chest made him smile. His life was so chaotic, constantly on missions fighting bio weapons and dealing with nonsense all the time. But moments like this made it worth it.

He managed to get you up and into the bathroom so you could do your little skincare. He knew if you found out he let you go to bed without taking your makeup off you would freak out. The whole time he had his arms around your waist, swaying you slightly as he squeezed you tightly. You were just adorable.

After what felt like forever he was finally in bed watching you sitting on his bed wearing your cute little pajamas. A little tank top with some shorts. And wow did that sure show off your body. He loved your curves, the way your tits squished together when you rolled onto your side, or how your hair fell over your face.

Pulling you closer to him, he rubbed a hand over your head and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. Watching you fall asleep, he sighed and closed his eyes, falling asleep with you.

(I know i’m supposed to be writing a country leon x city girl reader fic, but this has been stuck in my head forever. I promise i’ll start writing that soon..😭😭)

[leaderwon]

CHAPTER 20: THE LINE WE CROSSED ANYWAY

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You weren’t expecting him. Not again.

Not tonight.

After everything that was said, the tension, the hurt, the way you’d both walked away from that conversation like it had burned through bone — you thought that was it.

Closure. Or something close enough to pretend.

But then came the knock.

It was nearly midnight. The rain had turned heavier, smearing against your window in quiet, erratic rhythms. You’d wrapped yourself in a blanket on the couch, your playlist looping in the background, trying to pretend the ache in your chest wasn’t real.

And yet there he was.

Jake, standing in your doorway, soaked to the skin.

His hoodie clung to him, curls flattened to his forehead, hands tucked into his pockets like he didn’t know what else to do with them. He looked wrecked — not from the rain, but from you. From whatever had been eating at him since he left.

You stared at him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low, breath catching. “I shouldn’t be here.” “Then why are you?”

Jake didn’t answer right away. He just looked at you like the words were crawling up his throat, heavy and sharp.

“Because I couldn’t stay away,” he said eventually. “I thought I could, but I can’t.”

You didn’t move. Didn’t say anything. You didn’t trust your voice.

“I told myself to let it go. That maybe you’d be better off without me making it more complicated. But every time I tried to walk away—”

He stopped. Swallowed. “I kept seeing your face.”

You folded your arms, trying to stay cold, composed, detached. But your heart was slamming inside your chest like it knew something your brain hadn’t caught up to yet.

“Jake, you can’t keep doing this. You show up. You say things like that. Then you disappear.” “I know. I’m not trying to mess with you. I swear, I’m not.” “Then what are you trying to do?”

Jake took a step forward, voice cracking now. “I’m trying to be honest.”

You shook your head. “You’re late. You had your chance to be honest when the letters came out. When everyone turned their back on me. When you stood right there and said nothing.”

“I know,” he said again, quieter this time. “And I hate myself for that. You have no idea how many times I wanted to go back. To change that moment. To fix it.” “You can’t.” “I know. But maybe I can fix this.”

You stared at him, wet and shivering in your doorway, eyes wide with desperation. And it hurt. It hurt so much because you believed him. Because this boy standing in front of you wasn’t the same Jake who looked away when you needed him most.

He looked lost now.

Raw.

“You should come inside,” you muttered before your heart betrayed you entirely. “You’ll catch a cold.”

Jake stepped in slowly, dripping puddles behind him, and stood awkwardly in the middle of your living room like he didn’t know where he was allowed to exist anymore.

You didn’t offer him a towel. You didn’t offer him comfort. Not yet.

You just looked at him, really looked, and for the first time in weeks, you didn’t try to shield the mess of feelings behind your eyes.

Jake noticed. His gaze softened the second he caught it.

“I didn’t come here to make excuses,” he said quietly. “And I’m not expecting anything. I just… I needed you to know.”

You leaned against the arm of the couch, arms crossed tightly over your chest. “Know what?”

“That I still think about you. Constantly.”

He took a step forward, slow, cautious — like you might vanish if he got too close.

“That I miss the way you talk about the things you love like they’re magic. That I still remember the sound of your laugh in the hallway after that one awful math test we failed together. That every time I see you with someone else, I feel like I’m suffocating.”

Your breath hitched.

“You don’t get to say things like that and expect it to erase what happened.” “I don’t want it to erase anything,” he said. “I just want it to mean something.”

Jake was so close now. The distance between you barely a breath.

“I hated seeing you with Sunghoon,” he admitted, voice quieter. “Not because I don’t think he cares. But because it should’ve been me. It always should’ve been me.”

You didn’t want to cry, but it was getting harder to hold it in.

Because it had always felt like him, hadn’t it?

From the first letter you wrote. From the way he always made space for you in every crowded room. From the little things, like the way he always remembered how you liked your coffee, or the way he’d look at you when he thought no one was watching.

You blinked up at him, jaw clenched. “Then why didn’t you say it sooner?” “Because I was stupid,” he said simply. “And scared. And because I thought if I buried it deep enough, it’d go away.”

You shook your head slowly. “You’re an idiot.” “I know.”

A beat.

And then, because some part of you couldn’t stand the weight of silence anymore, you asked, “Do you still feel that way?”

Jake’s eyes met yours.

“Every single day.”

Your heartbeat slammed against your ribs, loud and wild and unforgiving. He was so close now you could feel the heat radiating off his skin, see every raindrop clinging to his lashes.

And then it happened.

It wasn’t soft or hesitant or some perfect movie moment. It was desperate. Messy.

Years of buried emotion colliding in one reckless second.

You leaned in first, maybe without even realizing, but Jake met you halfway. His hands flew up to your face like instinct, like he’d been holding back for years. Your mouths crashed together in a kiss that was more raw than romantic, more ache than poetry.

But it was real.

It was everything.

Jake kissed you like he’d been waiting a lifetime for it. Like he wasn’t sure he was allowed, but now that he had you, he wouldn’t let go. His hands cupped your jaw gently, thumbs brushing your cheekbone as your fingers curled in his damp hoodie.

You pulled back just barely, both breathless.

“I’m sorry,” Jake said, voice hoarse. “That was—”

You interrupted him by kissing him again.

This time, slower. Less frantic, more deliberate. You tilted your head and melted into it like gravity had been pulling you toward this exact moment since the very beginning.

It was different now.

Intimate. Lingering.

He kissed you like a promise.

Like something broken finally falling into place. When you pulled away again, your foreheads touched, breaths uneven. Neither of you spoke for a moment. There was too much to say and nothing that words could hold.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he admitted, voice a little unsteady. You just nodded, too full of feeling to speak.

Jake looked at you like you were the only person in the world. Like every broken thing in him had finally found something steady to hold on to.

“You don’t have to decide anything right now,” he said softly. “I just needed you to know how I feel.” You bit your lip, eyes flickering to his. “I think I already did.”

His smile was barely there, but it reached his eyes — tender and disbelieving and full of something warm.

And then you leaned in again, one last time — and kissed him just because you could now.

Because something had shifted.

Because maybe the line had been crossed.

But neither of you were stepping back.

Not anymore.

[miaprime]

🌻

omg hey!!

I’m running out of relevant things to say so i will say something irrelevant…sorry

But I’m actually having so much fun with this sideblog bc i feel like i can post whatever i want and that yall are here to see me and not just content i produce

love yall <3

[marimeeko]

*slams door back open and comes back into the room*

Ok you know what, no

You know what also doesn't make sense?? People are translating or clarifying the offer katsuki made and saying he was asking Izuku to be a SIDEKICK, and not open/partner at an agency.

But you know what, that doesn't really make sense either!

Bc they're also saying that in the MHA universe, sidekicks do not get hero ranked. And in the case of being katsukis sidekick, Izuku would be working under Katsuki.

So hold up!

You mean to tell me that Katsuki, who wanted to compete with Izuku, and race him to the top, who has long, LONG since gotten over his desire to put Izuku in his place/lord over him/boss him around,

You mean to tell me he wanted Izuku to be his SIDEKICK?

How can they compete like that?

Why would he want Izuku in a position where he couldn't compete on an equal ground? That was what he always wanted and worked for.

I'm just saying it's fucking weird that thats what katsuki asked for, because that's not what Katsuki has been trying to work for.

Isn't Katsuki wanting him to be a sidekick under him kind of defeating the purpose of his development, of the whole 8 hear process he went through to get Izuku back out into the field? Is this not inconsistent?

[tchaikovskym]

Going to my cognition science lectures, and every time I'm more and more convinced that the professor might be in my tumblr bubble. The coincidences are getting a bit scary at this point.

[seilon]

love when this is referred to as the gifted kid website. shockingly my mental disorders made me mentally disordered and school never really vibed with that so. couldn’t be me

[mieldelsol]

this crochet blanket im working on is making my head hurt

[skrunksthatwunk]

household enemy to the yyh watchthrough number one is the olympics. it's taken us a week to get two episodes into the gamemaster fight

[yunzyoi]

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐍𝐨𝐬𝐞 (s.jy)

[NSFW] That Damn Nose [Pt. 3] - jake x f!reader

𓂃۶ৎ [ 제이크] You were just trying to survive the last High School year. Just trying to get your shit together, trying be ready to be an adult. But you had one single distraction. Jake Sim, your math teacher.

٠࣪⭑ cw/tags: smut, soft!dom math teacher jake and sub f!reader student. plot?, porn, age gap (just two years), dirty talk, phone sex, recording, fingering, masturbation, face riding, pussy eating, squirting, public, mdni. don't read if uncomfortable.

٠࣪⭑ wc: 3.08k

You had a huge crush on your math professor since the year started. But what would you do if he felt the same attraction? ᯓ★

୨ৎ

You moan softly against your hand, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Jake works his tongue on you from behind. He moans against your pussy. You had waited til the end of his period to ask him a question about the class but instead you got bent over his desk with his face buried in your pussy. It had been like this all week. Every day, after his period, in his classroom, he'd eat you out, every time better than the last one. Sometimes you would suck him off. Mostly, he'd prefer to have you on his face. You rock your hips back against his face and he chuckles.

"Mmh, like that, baby" He murmurs behind you as you grab the edge of the table and whine softly.

"I'm close—"

"Good" He says while his fingers press on your clit for more pleasure. You moan again. "Quiet"

You try, you really try but when the knot in your stomach explodes and your orgasm hits. You only see stars. Jake cleans you up with his tongue, helping you ride your orgasm. Once your breathe calms down, he kisses you ass cheek and bites it softly.

"God you taste so damn good, I could do it all day" He murmurs standing up to help you get off the table. He kisses your neck fron behind and sits down on his chair with you on his lap. "You okay?

You nod leaning back against his body, resting your head back against his shoulder. He looks down and his cock throbs in his pants at the view of you looking so spent. You whine softly when he caresses your body. "What was that question you had about class?" He asks gently with a soft smile that only makes you blush intensely. You whine again, softly, sweetly, nuzzling his neck a little.

"The theorem" You murmur, his scent making you feel drunk. "It's so hard" You say again, all lost in the aftermath of your orgasm.

Jake chuckles, his hands holding you against him. "Oh look at you, so cuddly" He murmurs. "You liked it that much, princess?" And you nod, no shame. "Thought so"

Jake feels like he could die. Having you in his arms makes him feel all fuzzy and at the same time in so much power. You're all spread, sitting on his lap, nuzzling his neck, talking nonsense, all wet and sticky from your orgasm, a complete mess. And he knows it's because of him. He knows he did this to you. He knows you're like this only for him. And it drives him crazy.

"Jake?" You say softly seeing how he got lost in his thoughts. He snaps back quickly. "Will you explain it to me?"

Jake looks down at his wrist and frowns. "Oh, angel, I wish I could, but look, it got so late" He says looking down at you. "I'm so sorry darling"

"But the exam is tomorrow" You say, sitting straight, a little scared. "I asked you—"

"It's not that I don't want to, princess" He says. "I just cannot keep you here for longer" He sighs and removes some hair from your face. "Let's do something..."

"What" You look at him, waiting, nervous, you need to pass that exam.

"Later today, I'll call you, okay? And we can have like an online review of the exam" He says and right now he just sounds like any other teacher, if we forget that you're half-naked on his lap, of course. "You okay with that?"

You nod quickly, agreeing with him for an online review. You had no idea how you'd handle having his voice on your ear for that long without getting your panties off your body but all you needed to do was pass that exam and that was it, senior year was over.

୨ৎ

You felt like a total mess. It was infurating, frustrating but at the same time, so hot the way Jake turned you on. He didn't even have to do anything, just his mere existence made your legs shake and your pussy throb with need. The fact that now you get eaten out by him on a daily basis doesn't help. You shake slightly, sweat all over you, hand between your legs. Yes, again, you were just touching yourself for him. Thinking about how he gets hard for you, about the times you've touched him, about the way his nose runs down your pussy. "Jake" You whine softly, bedding wet again, fingers deep inside you. You wanted more, more than just a head on a tueaday afternoon in his classroom. You wanted to have him inside you.

Every time you saw him get hard, every time you took his cock in your hands to pleasure him with your mouth you could only think about how he'd feel inside you. How he'd stretch you out, push deep, hit that spot that you can't reach. Your mind only raises with more and more thoughts. Jake balls deep into you, kisses all over you because you know he's so fucking gentle with you. Pretty pet names and praises coming out his lips while he absolutely destroys you.

Your phone rings, eyes open abruptly, the ringtone disturbing your fantasy, interrupting the perfect rythm your fingers had. You reach for it to turn down whoever is calling. You weren't expecting the name that showed up on the screen. And then it's like your brain shifts. The online review. Fuck. You remove your fingers from your pussy and pick up, still twitching with need in your bed, not knowing what to do but desperate to hear his voice.

"Hey, angel" He says softly, enough to make you gasp and squeeze your thighs together. "You okay?" He chuckles. If he knew.

"Y-yeah..." You say softly, trying to sit down but he speaks again and it only makes your head spin, falling back again, legs squeezing and moving.

"So, just calling to let you know we can start whenever you want, we'll do a little facetime so you can have a better visual of what I'll—" He stops, he knows something's off, you're too easy to read even on call. "Sweetheart are you there?" He asks.

Your heart beating like it's running marathon at the new petname. He was being so fucking sweet with you while you were here, spread out in your bed and fighting the urge to moan and touch yourself while he speaks in your ear. He called in such an unfortunate moment. Right when you were imagining his dick buried in you.

"Yes" you say, breathy. He notices immediately. "Just woke up" You lie, and he knows it.

"Just woke up?" He says, sweet, but he's smirking, like he knows and continues talking, waiting for the right second where you fall apart for him. "Oh, darling, I'm so sorry to hear that" He says, faking this time. "If you want I can call later, maybe?

"No." You quickly say, way too fast. Like you're possessed. "Please" And there it is, falling apart.

Jake's cock throbs at your trembling voice. "Oh?" He reacts immediately. He knew that "please" wasn't you asking him to explain you that theorem. "You want me to stay, baby?"

You nod, forgetting he can't see you and then you manage to talk again. "Yes"

"I'll stay, darling" He says softly, knowing exactly what he's doing. "Do you want me talk to you, mmh?" He says, teasing, waiting to see how you'll confess what you so clearly were doing.

"Yes" You whisper, weakly, oh you were slowly falling apart. You couldn't help it, it was so easy to melt to his voice.

"How adorable, did i catch you doing something?" He asks, your heartbeat quickening, hands fisting the phone and the bedsheet, still fighting the urge to bury your hand in between your legs.

"Jake—" You try to speak, but you're almost shaking.

"Of course I did, your voice is telling me everything about it." He chuckles biting his lips. "Were you thinking of me, baby? Thinking of what I do to you every day? What I still haven't done to you?"

You moan, unable to hold back anymore. back arching off the bed.

"Talk to me darling, tell me, what you want" He says softly, filthy in some way.

"Jake I—" You gasp softly. "I want you" You confess. Not like he didn't know that. "I can't do this" You continue, weak, vulnerable.

"You want me?" He asks teasingly.

"Oh yes" you whine like you're pain from not having him.

Jake chuckles, his cock already hard in his pants. He bites his lips, thoughts immediately raising. "What are you wearing, baby?"

Your heart skips a beat when he asks that and you feel embarrassed to even answer it. "Just a shirt"

Jake's heart almost goes into cardiac arrest at the though of you almost naked. "In bed?" You nod and hum. He smiles, finding you adorable. "Jesus christ" He whispers. "You sound desperate, what a mess" He chuckles, his hand eager to touch himself. "I bet you're soaked" You moan softly. "Yes, you are"

"Jake— Jake please" You say, not really knowing what you're begging for exactly.

"Yes darling? What do you want me to do?" He asks softly again, his hand slowly moving to his growing cock. "Want me to help, mmh?

"Oh God, yes, please" You moan gripping the sheets.

"Oh baby, why are you torturing yourself, go ahead and krep touching yourself for me" The second he gives you permission your hand is buried in between your thighs again. Fingers searching for your clit and a curse escaping your lips. "I'll guide you, baby, don't worry"

Fuck, he'll guide you. That's all there is in your mind right now. Your back arches off the bed.

"How wet are you?" He asks. It was impressive how sweet his tone always sounded compared to the filthy words he said.

"So wet, Jake, I can't—" He smiles at how overwhelmed you sound.

"Shhh, easy, just listen to my voice" He says and smirks at your whiny voice. "I want you to get your pretty fingers soaked in your own juices, then spread it around"

You moan at how dirty he sounded and immediately do as he asks. Your fingers already soaked and spreading the wetness around your pussy and even your inner thighs. Jake was loving it even though he couldn't see it.

"That's it baby, now find your clit and and give it some touches for me. Imagine it's my fingers doing it for you, do it like you know I would" He orders carefully. You're so desperate that you can't wait until he's done and your fingers are already working your clit.

You were so desperate that your clit was already swollen and so, so sensitive. You arch your back. "Jake..." You whine and he chuckles.

"Good girl" He whispers palming his cock through the fabric of his pants. "Now slide them down baby, I want those fingers sliding down your folds"

It was so dirty that you were sure you were getting way wetter at his words. You do as he says, fingers slippery and sticky sliding down. Up and down while he keeps talking. Praising.

"You like that, baby? When I tell you you're doing good?" You moan and nod desperately. He knows you're probably nodding and chuckles. "Words, love"

"Oh God, yes, please tell me I'm good"

He chuckles at your desperation, never in his life has he met anyone so desperate for him. "You're such a mess for me. You'd do anything for me to praise you, huh?"

"Yes" You say breathy and whimpery almost immediately.

Jake nearly moans at your response his hands quickly reaching his pants, undoing them and pulling out his cock. "Fuck" He whispers. "You're gonna regret saying that later" He leans his head back. "Just keep touching yourself for me, okay?"

You keep going, faster, whining loudly.

"Slide your fingers in for me" Jake orders, breathy, his hand moving up and down on his cock.

You arch your back when you do it. You're so fucking wet that your fingers go in easily. You're sure that you could fit another finger but for now, two is fine. Your hand moves fast, Jake's groans on the other side of the line pushing you closer.

"That's it, baby, just like that, such a good girl" He whisper and moans, unable to hold it. "Oh God, I wish I was there with you" He says out of breath, whimpery. "Fuck, baby, I'd make you feel so good" His hand moves relentless, up and down, squeezing, imagining it's your pussy wrapped around it.

"Jake" You moan, pussy making the dirtiest noises. "Jake, I'm gonna cum" You warn.

"Wait a little, darling, til I tell you, can you do that for me? I know you can do it" He says lost in his pleasure.

You moan in response slowing down to delay your orgasm until he tells you. All because you wanna be good and get praised.

Jake moves his hand, whimpering almost in your ear. "Fuck, baby, I want to fuck you so badly" He confesses making you arch your back and see stars. "You have no idea how much I'm holding back every time I see you"

You moan at his words. You wanna ask him why is he holding back. You've had plenty of opportunities this week yet he didn't take them. However he interrupts you.

"Fuck, I'm so close" He whispers. "Cum with me, princess"

You start moving your fingers faster again, synchronizing with him. Both of you moan and gasp and finally the orgasms hit, almost at the same time.

"Oh fuck" You hear him say. "Oh—Oh...Jesus"

୨ৎ

You set your phone on your desk biting your lip, cam app open. Your eyes sharp and your door locked. A knot in your throat from how nervous you are. You've never done this. You've always been quite reserved, never even took a single nude in your life. But lord, Jake. Jake's existence just hits you like a train at high speed. He's just that man that drives you insane. That man that makes you forget all your values. You'd do anything for him. You know for sure since the first time he ate you out two weeks ago, that exact moment is what convinced you: You'd do anything for him and more just to get his attention and specially, his praises.

After having sex through the phone with Jake last week, you and him have been texting a lot, not just sexual, but also just casual. He's always sweet, attentive and he helps you with homework. He never tells you the answers but he loves to help. You're really close to graduation by now, this is probably the last month you'll be doing assignments so you're not really taking it serious. But his attention makes your heart flutter.

Phone sex also happened again, and again, and again. And yesterday, after you two finished, he asked you to makr a little video for him. This is probably what he meant when he said you'd regret saying you'd do anything for him just to get praised. The thing is, you don't. You don't regret it, you don't even feel shameful.

You press record and lean back, laying in your bed, legs open, completely naked. Your fingers sliding down to your tits, squeezing them, your mind easily creating the fantasies you so like to have about Jake when you touch yourself. Your hand slide lower, reaching your pussy, wet already. The single though of recording yourself for him was arousing and had you turned on all day.

You hiss at the sensation of your fingers on your clit and moan once you start moving them in tight circles. "Jake—" You moan softly, his name coming out so easily, like your lips were always meant to say that single word.

You slide your fingers up and down on your wet folders, so sticky and messy. You bring your fingers up to your face and make direct eye contact with your phone as you take them in your mouth, sucking, and then down again, placing them at your entrance. A silent moan reflected in your face when your dig your fingers in. Jake was gonna lose it, you knew it. Your fingers start moving in and out, everything on a perfect angle for the camera to capture.

You moan, feels good and the thought that Jake will watch it later and probably get off to it only pushes you closer. You moan again, your fingers desperate to reach deeper and deeper, Not quite giving you the same pleasure his fingers or mouth give you but close to make your pussy sound beautifully disgusting. You can feel yourself getting wetter, you can hear it. Your fingers are soaked, making you whine his name over and over again while shaking. You feel the stickiness spread to your inner thighs and before you know it, your hips lift off the bed and you squirt all over yourself and the bed as your orgasm hits.

୨ৎ

3:30 a.m [Voice Note] Mr. Sim: "God I just came three times to that video, you looked so sexy, baby, you did so good. I swear, you're a fucking goddess."

You blush at his voice note. His voice is sleepy, tired, he clearly sent that audio immediately after cuming and it just made you blush even more. And his accent behind every word only made you fantasize again.

3:34 a.m [Text] You: Really? It was messy...

3:35 a.m [Text] Mr. Sim: You did amazing

3:35 a.m [Text] Mr. Sim: The perfect mess for me

You bite your lip and smirk, feeling proud of yourself for doing it. Not a single piece of regret in your body, only that good feeling of doing something for the man you're so obsessed with and him prasing you for it.

3:38 a.m [Text] Mr. Sim: Bet you're smiling

3:38 a.m [Text] You: Nope

3:38 a.m [Text] Mr. Sim: Say no all you want but when I have you pressed against my desk you're saying yes to anything I say

His text almost turned you on again but you try to stay calm and think of an answer.

3:39 a.m [Text] Mr. Sim: Cute

3:39 a.m [Text] Mr. Sim: Nothing to say?

3:38 a.m [Text] You: 🙄

3:40 a.m [Text] Mr. Sim: You should sleep

3:40 a.m [Text] You: Okay

3:41 a.m [Text] You: Have a good night

3:41 a.m [Text] Mr. Sim: Good girl

3:42 a.m [Text] Mr. Sim: Sleep well :)

[Part 1] ₍^. .^₎⟆

[Part 2] ₍^. .^₎⟆

[Part 3] ₍^. .^₎⟆ - you're here ! (˶˃⤙˂˶)

© yunzyoi 2025. all rights reserved.

[uraandri]

the popularity of that calculus book or whatever and the accompanying comments show me how many people do not know how to learn. the book is worder in a, as my philosophy professor would say, debil friendly way, yes, but also, how did you not figure that out by yourself when the teacher's explanaiton did not suffice and then when you couldn't do it by yourself, why didn't you try and find one of the million and one free online courses of people also explaining shit in a debil friendly way

[wickedhawtwexler]

in theory my bisexuality is split pretty evenly re: preference for men vs. women. maybe 55/45 in favor of women. and then i actually interact with men.

[beemovieerotica]

I know people on tumblr looove stories of underwater cave diving, but I haven't seen anyone talk about nitrogen narcosis aka "raptures of the deep"

basically when you want to get your advanced scuba certification (allowing you to go more than 60 feet deep) you have to undergo a very specific test: your instructor takes you down past the 60+ foot threshold, and she brings a little underwater white board with her.

she writes a very basic math problem on that board. 6 + 15. she shows it to you, and you have to solve it.

if you can solve it, you're good. that is the hardest part of the test.

because here's what happens: there is a subset of people, and we have no real idea why this happens only to them, who lose their minds at depth. they're not dying, they're not running out of oxygen, they just completely lose their sense of identity when deep in the sea.

a woman on a dive my instructor led once vanished during the course of the excursion. they were diving near this dropoff point, beyond which the depth exceeded 60 feet and he'd told them not to go down that way. the instructor made his way over to look for her and found a guy sitting at the edge of the dropoff (an underwater cliff situation) just staring down into the dark. the guy is okay, but he's at the threshold, spacing out, and mentally difficult to reach. they try to communicate, and finally the guy just points down into the dark, knowing he can't go down there, but he saw the woman go.

instructor is deep water certified and he goes down. he shines his light into the dark, down onto the seafloor which is at 90 feet below the surface. he sees the woman, her arms locked to her sides, moving like a fish, swimming furiously in circles in the pitch black.

she is hard to catch but he stops her and checks her remaining oxygen: she is almost out, on account of swimming a marathon for absolutely no reason. he is able to drag her back up, get her to a stable depth to decompress, and bring her to the surface safely.

when their masks are off and he finally asks her what happened, and why was she swimming like that, she says she fully, 100% believed she was a mermaid, had always been a mermaid, and something was hunting her in the dark 👍

[exopelagic]

talking to him more very much achieved. we just talked for like 4 hours in the kitchen holy shit I need to sleep

[fable-x4]

Doing this because it makes me happy •Ꮂ•. Im making it difficult on all of you though.

1 note- I'll go drink water

10 notes - I'll set alarms to actually care for myself

50 notes - set up a daily productivity system so I stop wasting my time doing nothing.

100 notes - ask my friends to help me buy a skirt

500 notes - get a bra & a whole bunch of other affirming clothing !!!

1k - tell my dad that my gf is also trans

2.5k - ask my dad to address me by my prefferred name & pronouns 1k went pretty poorly, so I dont feel super comfortable making an attempt on this.

5k - try to get therapy/psychologist

10k - girl mode at all times (start actively wearing makeup/clothing/doing voice training around people at all times)

50k - try for HRT (0% chance) (also no guarantee on this one)

Asfgg. It feels surprisingly good to have a bunch of strangers who want me to be happy

I have now set up alarms for eating, waking up, and hygene related stuff. I seriously doubt we get to 500, but this has made me significantly happier •Ꮂ•

Doing some math... 25 notes in 4 hours. 6.25 notes per hour. 8000 hours or 333 days until this hits 50k. Hrt in a year ig.

Um. Wow. Its been a day, and we're almost at 300. Everything 500 & below was supposed to be things I'd do with minimal intervention. But now, we're getting to the scarier stuff. I am very intimidated, but also excited

My gf really badly wanted to be here when I buy some of the clothing, so the skirt will be this week, the rest of the clothing will be when she comes back from vacation

Saying that you're force femming me is so not allowed. This is unfair. You have no right to make me feel the ways Im feelingggg. Stop making me happy.

Welp. I told him about my girlfriend. And things went about as poorly as expected. He said that Im parroting what other people think. Slowly taking little parts of them, and applying them to myself. Specifically, being trans. He didnt even leave it to maybes. He said with certainty that I was copying everyone else. I know 9 trans people total. Only 2 of them are my close friends. Everyone else, Im barely aquaintences with. I should have told him that regardless of whatever theories he has, this has boosted my confidence massively. Slightly less excited for 2.5k notes. At least everything after that is very positive. And at least this lets me talk about my girlfriend for ages. I dont have to say her deadname through gritted teeth. Oh context. He already knows Im trans but was ignoring it.

I GOT A SKIRT!!!!!

Thank all of you so much. At first when I got the skirt, I was pretty intimidated by the idea of showing my legs. I thought everyone will just see me as a man. But there's a degree of confidence you all have given me. Yeah. Im pretty. Yeah, Im beautiful even. Yeah. Its a friggin fantastic skirt. And anyone who thinks otherwise is dumb. Im happy, and thats what matters.

[finelinefae]

bambi [ceo!h x shy!reader]

synopsis: y/n tries a dating app and meets the CEO of Pleasing

word count: 8.6k

contains: ceo!harry x assitant!y/n, deer!reader vibes, dating app, online dating, deer!reader, first date, first kiss, fluff, age gap (9 years)

a/n: this is the first part of a new series. as usual the first part is a lil slow to set things up but I'm excited for what's to come of this one. there's going to be a lot of cuteness and all the things i love writing about in this one so i can't wait to share more !

this is part 1 of Bambi, read part 2 here

. . .

Most of the time Y/N didn’t want to be in control of things. 

From a young age, she had to be in charge of everything. She had three younger brothers and was born to a single mother who worked hard to keep everything afloat in their tiny, townhouse. So inevitably she became an adult before she could even buy a lottery ticket. 

Her life wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t easy. With the constant nagging from her much younger siblings and the dampened sleeve of her t-shirt—evidence of the hours she spent comforting her mother through tears—Y/N had just had enough.

Her life had become an abundance of things she was struggling to keep up with. She had no reprieve throughout her daily life, no way of stopping or just letting go. 

She worked six-hour shifts at the supermarket, studied marketing at university, did the school run in the mornings, and often in the evenings too, if her mother was too tired to get off the couch. She tutored her youngest brother, who was falling behind in math, and kept the house in order while all three of them stayed glued to the television.

Even worse, her social life was practically nonexistent.. She was twenty-one and spent her Friday nights making dino nuggets and catching up on an incessant amount of laundry from the past week. 

Y/N wasn’t sure where her life was heading. The loneliness and stress was so overwhelming she could barely breathe. 

One night, the weight of it all brought her to tears as she thought about her future after graduation. Most of the girls she knew were planning gap years, travelling to places like Brazil or Italy. She tried to picture herself boarding a plane, but the only thing she could imagine was her mother calling mid-flight, asking her to pick up one of the boys from school.

She pulled open her phone eyes blotchy and nose stuffy from crying. Her loneliness was hitting her hard and she was desperate to feel some kind of connection, even if it was five minutes of conversation. So, she opened the only dating app she had on her phone, one that she’d installed many moons ago when she wanted to open herself up to meeting new people. 

She barely used it after realising she wasn’t the best at small talk and whenever a guy would ask for a date, her introverted self would refuse to step foot out of the house. But on occasion she’d find herself wondering, searching for someone to take her mind off of everything. 

Y/N swiped past copious images of men, seemingly unphased by all of them. She swiped through so many, that they almost began to look the same - 5’9, tanned, shirtless or lifting weights trying to show some kind of strength that proved to women they were most definitely ‘manly’. 

When she started to believe all hope was lost, she paused when her eyes settled on a man who didn’t look much like the others. He was tall, with brunette curls and green eyes that crinkled when he smiled. He wore rings on his hands in every single picture and in one of them he wore a shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal a sleeve of tattoos. In most of his pictures he wore comfy sweaters and knitted cardigans with grey or black trousers. In one of them he wore a pair of blue jeans and had a small, battered copy of The Catcher in the Rye in his back pocket. 

She read his bio beneath. 

‘Harry, 30

Likes: scrabble, food, cats, books, cardigans

Dislikes: loud chewing, music played too low, emails, wearing sunglasses indoors at dinner is absolutely criminal’

She clicked the heart on his profile, eyes widening when the words ‘MATCH’ appeared on the screen in big bubble writing. He hadn’t sent her a message but clearly he had liked her own profile which was surprising considering she had barely anything on it. 

As she was mulling over what to say to start the conversation, three bubbles quickly appeared then disappeared, replaced by a message. She held her breath, reading the words. 

Harry: Hey, pretty dress

She frowned, wondering what he meant by that but then remembered she had a picture of her on her profile, showcasing one of her favourite dresses. It was a baby pink slip dress she had made out of silk fabric. 

Y/N: Thank you, I made it! :) 

Harry: You did? Wow! Looks better than most of the ones I’ve seen in my own store.

Y/N: Do you own a clothing store?

Harry: Something along those lines

Harry: Although they don’t sell pretty dresses like yours 

Y/N: They’re probably a lot better, I use cheap materials 

She cringed at her message, hoping she didn’t sound broke or not put together by saying she used something cheap.

Harry: I’m even more impressed

She smiled, watching him type a new message. 

Harry: What brings you here?

She tried to sum up how she was feeling without making herself seem like a weirdo. She didn’t want to sound like a recluse looking for human interaction no matter how much she felt like it. 

Y/N: I’m tired of everything, just want someone to keep me company 

Harry: I get that. Should I be worried? Are you okay? 

Her heart warmed, she couldn’t remember the last time someone asked her if she was okay. 

Y/N: I’m okay now, thank you for asking !! it’s just everyday life stuff.

Harry: Of course. Just let me know if there’s anything you want to talk about. I’m right here to listen… or read 

Y/N: thank you, that truly means a lot!! xx

Harry: No problem, love x

Y/N’s heart flickered at the name he had placed on the end. 

They texted for hours, well into the middle of the night. Y/N was giddy, rolling around on her bed, smiling so hard her cheeks ached. They had so much in common—both preferred quiet nights in, were family-oriented, loved literature and art and even fashion. He was funny and sweet, always checking in to make sure she was comfortable and that he wasn’t overstepping with his questions. Despite how much they had in common, they had a lot of differences too.

Y/N: Is it raining where you are? Xx

Harry: Hm, just checked outside and I think the clouds are coming over. I don’t mind though autumn happens to be my favourite season.

Y/N: omg really? 

Harry: What? You don’t agree?

Y/N: No omg are you kidding? I’m much more into spring. I like that it’s sunny with a slight breeze so it’s warm but not too warm so you can still wear a sweater

Harry: Ahhh I see, you do give spring I must say

Y/N: You think so?

Harry: Even from looking at your pictures, you look like a tulip or something. 

Harry: Or the little deer from that movie

Harry: What was it?

Harry: Bambi!

Harry: Maybe that should be your name - Bambi 

Y/N: That’s one of my favourite movies !! 

Y/N: I happened to think Bambi is a very pretty name 

Harry: Then I’ll call you Bambi 

Y/N: Well what should I call you?

Harry: Anything you like, Bambi 

. . . 

Y/N was working her shift at the supermarket. She was already entering her final hour, her stomach rumbling as she packed frozen pizzas onto the shelves. Although she had been working hard to get things done so she could go home on time, her mind was constantly wandering. 

It had been a full week of talking to Harry. They had converted to messaging on WhatsApp after exchanging numbers and every day Y/N would wake up to a morning text message from him telling her to have a good day and that he would be right there in her pocket if she ever needed anything. In the evenings, he would make sure she wasn’t going to sleep with anything heavy on her mind. He’d ask her questions about what she ate and if she had any time to herself in the day. For the first time in a long time, Y/N felt a little less lonely. She went about her day with a little pep in her step feeling the excitement of texting the man she had only just met. She didn’t know what it was about him but a part of her felt safe with him. Maybe it was the fact he was nine years older than her and knew what it was like to be under stress with so many things but he understood her in a way no one else did. 

And Bambi.

Every day, it was Bambi this and Bambi that, and every time, she’d swoon or smile at the nickname he had given her. It was silly, maybe even a little ridiculous, how much it affected her. But she couldn’t help it—every time he said it, a bubble of excitement grew inside her. She liked someone for the first time in a long time, and it brought something new, something light, into her overwhelming life.

After days of just simply texting, Y/N had asked him if he wanted to video call tonight. It would be her first time hearing what he sounded like and part of her was nervous. What if he came across differently from how he was over text? What if he didn’t look the way he did in the numerous pictures he had sent her? What if after calling tonight, he didn’t like her anymore?

Hours later, Y/N was tucked up in bed readying herself to call him. She had showered and blow-dried her hair, wearing her comfiest pink pyjamas with her body wrapped up in her duvet. Her thumb hovered over the call button, gnawing on her bottom lip as thoughts raced through her mind.

She gasped when Harry’s face appeared on her screen just seconds after she pressed call. It was their first time ever talking like this, and her heart raced as she took in the sight of him. He was sitting in a desk chair, a large framed artwork hanging on the wall behind him. His shirt was slightly rumpled, his tie loosened around the collar, and his curls fell lazily across his forehead. He looked so effortlessly handsome, it almost didn’t seem real.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice breaking the stillness of her bedroom. It carried a warmth, soft and steady, like the glow of a campfire, and she felt herself melt under its gentle heat.

“H-Hi,” she squeaked, her cheeks immediately flushing with warmth. Her nerves bubbled up as she realized she was staring at him, trying to comprehend that this was actually happening. Surely she was dreaming, she pinched herself to make sure. 

Harry’s eyes softened when he heard her shaky greeting. “You alright?” he asked, the corner of his mouth lifting in a small, amused smile. His tone was gentle, almost teasing, but there was something deeper there—like he was studying her reaction and enjoying every second of it.

She nodded quickly, fumbling with the hem of her pyjama shirt. “I’m good! Just… surprised you answered so fast.” She giggled nervously, her voice high-pitched and sweet, like she couldn’t quite believe this was happening. “I thought it’d take a few rings at least.” Her blush deepened as she tucked her knees up to her chest.

He chuckled softly, the sound rich and warm, making her heart flutter. “I was waiting for you to call,” he admitted, a soft smirk tugging at his lips. 

Her heart skipped a beat, and she shyly glanced up at him through her lashes. “Really?” she asked, her voice soft and a little disbelieving. 

He smiled, a slow, adoring smile that made her stomach flip. “Yeah, really. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” His voice had that low, confident tone, but his gaze was gentle, like he wanted to make sure she knew he meant it. “The only thing getting me through work.”

“You’re still at work? It’s nine-thirty!” she exclaimed, glancing at the clock in disbelief.

Harry’s lips curled into a playful smirk. “Is it past your bedtime, Bambi?” he teased, leaning back in his chair as he glanced at her through the screen.

Her heart stuttered hearing that nickname come from his own mouth. She felt like if the camera wasn’t on, she’d be floating around her room like a bright pink orb of light, “N-No,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. “But shouldn’t you be going home by now? You’ve been working all day.”

He let out a small chuckle, shrugging as he glanced down at the papers scattered across his desk. “Got a lot to catch up on. Too many late nights spent talking to you.” His voice was warm, laced with affection despite his teasing.

Her heart sank for a moment, guilt creeping in. They’d been texting non-stop for weeks, and she hadn’t once thought about how it might be affecting his workload. He’d told her before that he worked for a clothing company, and it suddenly hit her how busy he must be.

Noticing the shift in her expression, Harry’s voice softened. “Y’thinking too much in that little head of yours?” he asked, cutting through her thoughts.

“Maybe a little,” she admitted quietly, biting her lip.

He shook his head, eyes never leaving hers. “You know I didn’t mean it as a bad thing, right? I love talking to you, Y/N. I think... I might even be a little obsessed with you,” he confessed, his smirk turning into a softer smile.

Her breath caught in her throat, and for a second, all she could do was stare at him, her heart thudding in her chest. “I-I think I’m obsessed with you too,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. 

“Yeah?” His voice was full of warmth, a hint of disbelief in it, like he hadn’t expected her to say it back. She nodded shyly, clutching her pillow tighter against her chest, her heart racing.

Harry huffed out a breath, rubbing a hand over his face to hide the wide grin that had taken over. “God, you’re even cuter than I imagined,” he murmured, his words full of adoration.

They talked for hours, diving into everything and anything that crossed their minds. It was the longest conversation they’d had since they started talking, and Y/N found herself more captivated by Harry than she thought was possible. The way he laughed, the way he listened—it all just pulled her in deeper.

In the middle of her sentence, she noticed Harry looking at her with an unusually soft expression, his eyes filled with something she couldn’t quite place. He suddenly spoke, cutting her off mid-thought. “Can I take you on a date?” His voice was gentle but firm, catching her completely off guard.

“O-Oh,” she stammered, blinking in surprise. She hadn’t expected him to want to meet her so soon, but her heart leapt at the thought. “I’d like that,” she replied, a soft smile spreading across her face. “Very much.”

His own smile widened, a mix of relief and excitement in his eyes. “How about Saturday evening? I could pick you up.”

“But wouldn’t that be too long of a drive?” she asked, biting her lip. She knew he lived in the city, about forty minutes away without traffic, and she didn’t want to inconvenience him.

Harry’s expression didn’t falter. “It’s not too far at all. Trust me, I don’t mind,” he said confidently. “I’ll pick you up at 8, sound good?”

Y/N’s heart fluttered, the idea of seeing him in person making her pulse race. She nodded shyly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Mhm, that sounds perfect.”

Harry’s grin grew, his eyes twinkling, “Can you wear the pretty dress you made?”

Y/N blushed, “You don’t want me to wear something a little more sophisticated?” 

“Y’ can wear whatever makes you comfortable, I don’t mind but I think I’d like to see that little dress y’ made.” 

She nodded, stifling a yawn as it slipped out. It was getting late, and Harry was still at his office, working. “Y’tired, lovie?” His voice softened.

“A little,” she lied, knowing full well she was more than exhausted. But the thought of ending the call made her chest tighten—she wanted to keep him on the line, even just for a few more minutes.

Harry chuckled softly as if he could see right through her. “Why don’t you rest those pretty eyes for me, yeah?” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, the gentle authority in his words making her entire body relax. She practically melted at the sound, her heart skipping a beat.

“M’kay,” she whispered, her eyelids already heavy as she let herself sink deeper into the comfort of his voice.

“I’ll be right here, alright?” he reassured her, his tone gentle and full of warmth.

She managed a soft smile, her words barely audible as her exhaustion overtook her. “Promise?”

“Promise Bambi,” he whispered, his voice the last thing she heard before sleep pulled her under.

. . .

“Mr. Styles?”

Harry looked up from his computer, peering over the rims of his glasses. His receptionist, Lindsey, stood in the doorway. “The samples for the newest collection have arrived. Would you like me to bring them in?” she asked, her voice polite but efficient, as always.

“Yes, please, Lindsey,” he replied with a sigh, signing off another email before hitting send. The endless stream of tasks had him feeling drained.

Though Harry wasn’t usually the type to show much warmth towards his employees, Lindsey was different. She’d been with him for years—long enough to earn not just his respect, but his trust. She was one of the very few people he relied on within his company. 

Harry was the CEO of Pleasing, a major fashion company he had built from the ground up. His first line had been designed in a small studio, crafted with his own hands and the help of a few close friends who still worked by his side. Now, it was a global brand. He was on Forbes 30 under 30 and had features in magazines like GQ. He was even in Time magazine for most influential people. 

Despite all the success, his day-to-day life had become an endless loop of emails, business meetings, and deadlines. Time for anything outside of work was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Lately, though, something, or rather someone, had started to make him reconsider how he spent his time.

He checked his phone once more having only picked it up a minute ago for the same reason. He hoped to see a message from Y/N, in fact he was eager to. Ever since he had messaged her on the only dating app he used, he hadn’t thought of anyone else but her. 

It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, one born out of the loneliness that weighed heavier than ever that night. Harry sat in his dimly lit office, the silence around him almost suffocating. He hadn’t dated in over a year, not since his last relationship, which had ended on a bitter note. That girl had taken advantage of him, using his desire of the relationship he wanted to manipulate him. She had drained his bank accounts, maxed out his credit cards on shopping sprees and lavish holidays with her friends, leaving him both financially and emotionally exhausted. After that, he’d grown wary of trusting anyone.

When he joined the website, he wasn’t exactly hopeful. The chance of finding someone who truly understood his career and mirrored his desires in a relationship seemed slim.

But then he met his Bambi. 

He hadn’t been searching for anything specific that day, just scrolling aimlessly, but something about Y/N’s profile made him pause. There was a warmth to her, a genuine spark that went beyond her pictures. She didn’t seem to realise just how captivating she was, and that drew him in even more. It wasn’t just her beauty—though she was stunning—it was the way she spoke about the things she loved. Her messages were full of passion, filled with rambles about her favourite books, little moments in her day, or random thoughts that popped into her head. 

Y/N had ignited something within him. He was excited for this newfound thing they had going on, a spark he hadn’t felt in years. Every message from her left him smiling at his phone, wondering what she’d say next. It was the kind of excitement that made the day feel a little brighter, knowing she was just a text away. He found himself looking forward to the simplest things—her daily updates, the way she’d ramble about something she’d seen or read, and even the photo updates she’d send him of things she was doing.

For the first time in a long time, he found himself imagining what it would be like to share his life with someone, instead of the quiet solitude he’d grown so used to. He couldn’t shake the thought of Y/N being that person—the one to bring warmth into the corners of his once-lonely home. He pictured what it would be like to have someone in his space, their presence adding a new kind of lightness. Someone to be there in the small, everyday moments and to keep him company after a long day at the office. 

He couldn’t wait to meet her in real life, hold her in his hands and kiss the lips he spent nights dreaming about. 

Harry snapped out of his daze when Lindsey opened the door and the manufacturers entered the room behind her, holding the fabric samples in their hands. They greeted him timidly, laying the samples on the table by the large floor-to-ceiling windows. 

He walked over, black polished shoes clicking against the mahogany wood floor. He sighed when he took in the samples, he didn’t need to feel them to know they weren’t good enough. Uncapping the red pen, he drew a cross beside each sample, the men behind him releasing a shaky breath. 

“Come back when you have what I want,” He murmured, dismissing them with a wave of his hand. 

He checked the time on his watch and cursed. Today was his niece’s birthday and he promised his sister he’d visit in time for her birthday party this afternoon. “Lindsey,” He called, hearing her shoes against the floor before she opened the door to his office. 

He pulled on his blazer, “I’ve got to leave, did you wrap that gift I gave you the other day?” 

Lindsey frowned, “It’s under my desk but what about your meetings this afternoon?” 

“Cancel them.” He shrugged.

His Porsche was parked out front by the time he stepped out of the building. He put the gift into the passenger seat and made a mental note to stop somewhere to buy a birthday card. 

He glanced at his phone when a text came through.

Bambi: Half way through my shift. It’s been pretty rough, sorry for the late reply xx

His heart leapt when Y/N’s name appeared. He took his phone when he reached a red light and typed in a reply.

Harry: it’s okay lovie, call me when you finish yeah? x

He was desperate to speak to her even if it were just for a mere few seconds. 

Making a left turn, he pulled into the parking lot of a small supermarket on the highway. It looked run down and old but there wasn’t anywhere else he could go to before he reached his sister's house.

People sat outside, smoking cigarettes and drinking out of beer cans. He ignored the glances they made towards him and his car. 

He stepped inside and walked along the aisles, pausing when he noticed someone stacking things onto a shelf. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her. She was wearing blue jeans and a fuzzy white sweater, her hair was braided and fastened with pink, silk bows. She wore wired earbuds, her pink ballerina flats tapping against the laminate flooring. 

She must have felt his gaze because her head lifted, eyes widening as they met his. Her soft, pink lips parted slightly, and in that instant, it was as if the world shifted—everything falling perfectly into place between them, as though they were always meant to find each other naturally. 

Harry hadn’t noticed the sugar spilling from the bag she was holding until the store manager stormed over. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The sharp tone made Y/N jump, her body snapping upright as she stood frozen in front of her manager, fear flashing across her face.

“I-I’m s-sorry, I—” Y/N stammered, her voice trembling.

“How many times do I have to hear the same excuse from you?” her manager snapped. “Stupid, useless girl, costing me the whole damn shop.”

Y/N’s bottom lip quivered, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. “I-I know... I promised it wouldn’t happen again. It was an accident, really,” she whispered, her voice barely holding steady.

Harry’s frown deepened. Again? This had happened before?

From the way Y/N stood there, trying so hard not to cry, it was painfully clear—this wasn’t the first time her boss had spoken to her like this.

Harry’s jaw tightened as he watched the exchange, a surge of protectiveness rising in him. He had only known Y/N recently, but seeing her like this—small, vulnerable, and clearly hurt—stirred something deep within him. He couldn’t just stand there and let it happen.

“Excuse me,” Harry spoke up, his voice calm but firm, stepping closer. The store manager turned to him, annoyance flashing across his face.

“This doesn’t concern you,” the manager spat, his glare shifting to Harry.

“Actually, I think it does,” Harry replied, his eyes steady on the man. “You don’t need to speak to her like that.”

The manager scoffed. “And who the hell are you?”

Harry didn’t blink, his voice lowering. “Someone who knows when respect is lacking.”

Y/N looked up at Harry, wide-eyed, as if she couldn’t believe he was stepping in. Her heart raced, a mix of relief and anxiety bubbling inside her. She wasn’t used to anyone standing up for her like this.

“Y/N, why don’t you take a minute?” Harry said softly, glancing over at her, his voice now gentle and reassuring. The tears in her eyes made his chest physically hurt. He’d be quick with this useless piece of shit so he could give her all his attention.

She hesitated but then nodded, her gaze flicking between Harry and her boss. She quickly turned, slipping away from the confrontation, her hands shaking as she tried to compose herself.

Harry turned back to the manager, his calm exterior masking the frustration brewing underneath. “Speak to her like that again, and I won’t hesitate to have this place torn down, brick by brick, and replaced with a building I own. Then you’ll know firsthand what it’s like to deal with a real fucking manager.” 

With that, he turned on his heel, already making a mental note to have his team look into this place. It was clearly lacking in more ways than one—enough to warrant being shut down for good he hoped. 

Y/N stood behind the building, her back to him, shoulders trembling as she cried into her sleeve. Harry’s heart clenched at the sight. “Hey, hey, hey,” he murmured softly, stepping forward and gently pulling her into his chest. “Tha’s enough now, Bambi. Don’t waste your tears on him,” he whispered, his large hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. Holding her close felt unexpectedly right, as if this was exactly where she belonged, even if the circumstances weren’t ideal.

“I’m so embarrassed,” she sniffled, her voice small. “This isn’t how I wanted you to see me for the first time.”

His eyes softened with affection as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a handkerchief. Carefully, he wiped her tear-stained, blotchy cheeks, his touch tender. “You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart,” he whispered, “S’alright now, y’ don’t have to go back in there.” He cupped the back of her head, feeling how soft and silky her hair was. He couldn’t seem to fathom that he was actually holding her after days of imagining what she would feel like.

She pulled away and for the first time Harry could get a proper look at her. He didn’t think it possible for her to be even more beautiful than the pictures he had of her on her phone but she was. Her features were soft, cheeks permanently pink like the colour of tulips on a spring day, her lips were the perfect shape, so delicate like two petals pressed together. She was a walking angel. 

“Hey stranger,” He grinned, those perfect cheeks turning pink. If Harry had one goal in his life it was to make her all flustery and blushy. 

“Hi,” She peeped, hands fiddling in front of her.

Her eyes widened when she saw the tear stains on his shirt, the damp spots revealing the tiniest hint of the tattoos on his torso. “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin your shirt,” She cringed.

“Hey no need to apologise, ‘s not even ruined and I’d rather you were okay than some easily replaceable shirt.” He assured her. “Are y’ sure you’re okay? Don’t need to go in there and beat him up or anything,”

She smiled at that and the sight made his heart sing, “No it’s okay. I-I’m okay, thank you for looking out for me. I don’t normally have people doing that very often.”

He frowned. He didn’t like how often she spoke about how little help she got from other people. If anything, it made him want to take care of her even more than he already did. 

“I should probably head back in. I still have three more hours of my shift,” she huffed, clearly reluctant. It was the last thing she wanted to do.

Harry’s expression softened, but his tone remained firm. “You don’t have to,” he said, his gaze holding hers, protective and unwavering.

Y/N frowned, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. “But I need the job, Harry,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “I can’t just leave.”

His jaw tightened at her words. He hated seeing her stuck in a place that didn’t value her, where she wasn’t respected. “I know you need the job,” he replied, gentler now, trying to ease her worry. “But no job is worth being treated like that. Not by him.”

She bit her lip, glancing back at the store, anxiety clearly weighing on her. “What am I supposed to do, then? I can’t afford to lose it.”

Harry stepped closer, his hand finding its way to her cheek, thumb brushing away a stray tear. “You’re not going to lose anything,” he said softly. “Let me take care of it. Of you.”

Y/N blinked up at him, her heart pounding. “Take care of me?”

“Come work with me,” He offered. 

There weren’t many positions available at Pleasing, but Harry didn’t care. He’d make something work—anything to keep her from going back into that place and dealing with the jerk inside.

“In the city? I... I can’t do that, Harry. I still have school, and my brothers...”

“You can work around it,” he said quickly, eager to find a solution. “I’ll pay for your gas to and from the city, or I’ll have someone drive you. Hell, I’ll drive you myself if it makes you feel better. Whatever you need. Just don’t stay here.”

He sighed softly, taking her small hand in his larger one, her warmth a comfort even as doubt flickered between them. “Just... think about it, yeah?” His thumb traced gentle circles on the back of her hand, trying to ease the tension.

Y/N hesitated but nodded slowly. “Okay,” she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.

A grin spread across Harry’s face, his relief palpable. “Thank you Bambi.” He swore he saw her pupils carve into love hearts at his words. 

. . . 

Y/N hadn’t returned to her job at the store just as she promised Harry. It wasn’t only because Harry was insistent she didn’t go back but her manager had been pretty verbally abusive for quite some time now and she thought better than to go back and work for someone who was just plain mean. 

A few days had passed and Saturday rolled around quickly. Y/N was giddy with excitement, preparing everything in time for Harry to pick her up to take her on their very first date this evening. She had arranged a babysitter to look after her brothers since her mother wouldn’t be home until late. It wasn’t often they splurged cash on hiring a babysitter but Y/N wasn’t going to rearrange her date with Harry for anything.

She’d made a list of everything she needed to do: wash and blow dry her hair, shave every inch of her body, and paint her nails with the glazed pink polish she’d ordered online. Her hair was in curlers as she carefully laid out her outfit for the evening—a pink satin slip dress she’d made herself, paired with white kitten heels that matched perfectly. With the season shifting into autumn, she added a thin white cardigan to keep her warm in case the night turned chilly on the way home.

She wanted to look perfect. Especially after the fiasco the other day when he had rescued her from her mean manager. 

Everything seemed to move in slow motion the moment she laid eyes on the man from her phone. He was even more perfect than she had imagined—taller too. It still hadn’t sunk in that she was about to go on a date with this man—the one who wore a black suit to work and had saved her from cruel, terrifying managers.

And the way he spoke to her afterwards, comforting her with his big, heavy hands around her. She wanted him to pick her up and take her wherever he went. 

Y/N sighed blissfully in front of her vanity. As Y/N finished her makeup, her phone buzzed with a message from Harry. 

Harry: Just outside x

She peeked through the window, catching sight of him standing by a sleek black car, leaning casually against the door. He looked breathtaking in a fitted black suit, hands in his pockets as he scanned the street. Her nerves fluttered, a mixture of excitement and anticipation bubbling up. She took a deep breath, smoothed down her dress, and grabbed her cardigan before heading out the door. 

The moment she stepped outside, Harry’s gaze snapped to her, dark and intense. He straightened up, eyes travelling over her form, taking in every detail of her appearance. The way he looked at her sent a shiver down her spine.

“Y’ look stunning, Bambi,” he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. He took a step closer, his large hand cupping her cheek, thumb grazing her soft skin. “All this f’ me?”

Y/N blushed, biting her bottom lip nervously. “I-I wore the dress you wanted,” she mumbled shyly, looking up at him through her lashes, “Do you like it?” 

“‘S perfect,” He murmured lowly. 

“Ready to go, sweetheart?” He opened the car door for her, watching as she slid into the passenger seat, her delicate form contrasting with the dark interior of his Porshe. Harry’s eyes lingered on her legs for a moment before he shut the door and walked around to his side.

Once inside, he reached over, resting his hand on her thigh, the warmth of his touch comforting her immediately. “You nervous?” he asked, glancing at her with a small smile, though the look in his eyes held a trace of dominance.

“A little,” Y/N admitted, her voice soft and shy.

Harry gave her thigh a gentle squeeze. “Y’ don’t have to be nervous around me, love, promise ‘m not scary. Least of all t’ you.” 

Y/N smiled, loving how he made it clear she was different, that he treated her in a way no one else could. It warmed her to feel special, especially when that feeling was rare for her.

As they drove, their conversation flowed easily. Y/N found herself opening up more and more, rambling about anything that came to mind. Harry listened intently, his smile soft as he asked questions, showing genuine interest in everything she said. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light of the car, and each time she answered bashfully, his lips curved. 

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed as they drove deeper into the city. The lights grew brighter, illuminating a part of town she rarely found herself in—where the wealthy lived, with towering apartment complexes and upscale restaurants lining the streets. Harry pulled over in front of a sleek Italian restaurant, where a man stood waiting by the curb.

“Are we allowed to park here?” Y/N asked, her face bathed in the glow of the restaurant’s lights.

Harry suppressed a grin at her confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Well… I just assumed we weren’t eating here, which is totally fine! You don’t need to impress me with a fancy restaurant.” Her cheeks flushed pink as she tried to clarify.

Harry’s lips curled into a teasing smirk. “What if I told you we are eating here?”

Y/N’s eyes widened in disbelief. “A-are we?”

Without answering, Harry reached for her hand, brushing his lips over the back of it. “Y’ too cute,” he murmured. “Come on, they’re waiting for us.” He stepped out of the car, passing his keys to the valet standing nearby, before adjusting his blazer and moving to open the door for her, his hand stretched out toward her for her to grab onto. 

Y/N hesitated, her mind reeling. There was no way they were eating at this restaurant—the kind with a year-long reservation list and three Michelin stars. She’d heard rumours that a single course here could cost more than her entire paycheck for the week. But as she took his hand and stepped out, it felt impossible to believe this was really happening.

Harry intertwined their fingers, offering a brief nod to the waiter who opened the door for them. “Harry… are you sure? They probably don’t have any tables for people just walking in,” she whispered.

He chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, love. I made some arrangements.”

Her brows furrowed in surprise. “Arrangements? How?”

Stopping at the ‘Please Wait to Be Seated’ sign, Harry finally turned to her with a playful twinkle in his eye. “I own the restaurant.”

Y/N’s mouth fell open as a waiter approached, menus tucked neatly under his arm. “Good evening, Mr. Styles. Your table is ready.”

Feeling like she was in a dream, Y/N walked hand-in-hand with Harry to a private table near the large glass windows at the back. The breathtaking view of the city’s skyline stretched out before them, and the table, set for two, was tucked away to offer them some privacy. 

As they were seated, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the quiet stares and murmurs from other guests. She knew Harry owned a clothing business, but… just how successful was he?

The waiter laid the menus out in front of them and left them to decide what they wanted to order. Y/N hadn’t even noticed as her wide eyes gazed around the room at the glowing chandeliers. 

Harry reached for her hand beneath the table, “Are y’ okay love?” He asked. Y/N’s gaze snapped towards him, “I hope ‘s not too much.”

“H-Harry, I really appreciate you bringing me here, I mean even stepping inside is a dream come true, but… I c-can’t afford this.” She felt awful saying it but it was true and it was better to tell him now than when she’d finished her meal, she wouldn’t want him thinking she was out for his money.

Harry frowned, “Bambi, this is a date. Y’ don’t have to pay for anything.”

“B-but I can’t use your money.” She told him. 

She couldn’t hear it but Harry’s heart was singing in his chest. She was exactly what he was looking for someone totally opposite to all the women he had dated in his past. 

He cupped her cheek in his hand, “Look at me Y/N,” Big, doe eyes gazed into his, “Please stop worrying and let me take care of you. I know y’ haven’t been given that in the past but ‘m here now and I want this. I wanted to bring y’ here and I want y’ to be spoiled and I want to treat you in the way you deserve. So can you pick something from the menu and let me look after you Bambi baby, please? Think you can do that?”

Her lips parted, slowly nodding her head but she quickly said one last thing, “You don’t have to take me to fancy places to make me feel spoiled Harry. I already feel spoiled enough just getting to be with you.”

He smiled, eyes glistening under the low light of the chandelier. He placed a hand on her thigh and squeezed as a small thank you. “Have you decided what you’re going to eat?”

"Hmmm," Harry grinned, watching Y/N's pouted lips as she studied the menu with intense concentration. "I can't decide between the truffle pasta or the smoked salmon!" she huffed, clearly torn.

"How about this," he offered with a shrug, "I’ll get the smoked salmon, you get the truffle pasta, and we can share? That way you can try both."

She glanced up at him, her brow furrowing slightly. “You don’t want something else?”

He had been planning on ordering the steak and potatoes, but seeing how much this small decision seemed to weigh on her, he didn’t mind changing his mind. The smoked salmon was one of his favourite dishes anyway.

When the waiter came over, Harry confidently placed the order for both of them, which made Y/N visibly relax. She hated the pressure of ordering her own food, so the simple act of him taking charge made her feel instantly at ease.

“We’ll make sure to have your order as a priority, Mr. Styles,” the waiter nodded respectfully before walking away.

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wow. They must really like you here.”

Harry chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair. “Didn’t I mention I owned a clothing business?”

“Mhm,” she nodded, “But I thought it was just a boutique or something.” She shrugged, clearly unaware of the scale.

Harry laughed a warm, deep sound that made her stomach flip. “Bambi,” he said, pulling her gently into his side until their cheeks were almost touching, “See that guy’s sweater? That woman’s hat? And that lady’s dress over there?” She nodded everytime he pointed towards them, her heart skipping a beat at their closeness. “We made all of those.”

Her eyes widened in shock. “W-wait, you own Pleasing?”

Harry nodded, a small, proud smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Y/N couldn’t even count how many times she had opened the Pleasing website, scrolling through pages of clothes she desperately wanted but couldn’t afford. And now, she was sitting across from its owner—no, she was on a date with him.

“Mhm,” he hummed, pulling away slightly to gauge her reaction. "Which reminds me, have you given any more thought to the job?"

She had, actually. The idea had been rolling around in her mind ever since he’d mentioned it. "What's the role again?" she asked, trying to sound casual.

"My assistant," Harry replied smoothly. "You’d help with emails, scheduling meetings, running errands—nothing too complicated. Just being my right hand.”

“Wouldn’t that be awkward, though? Since we’re, y’know... dating?”

Harry smirked, catching the implication. "So, there’s going to be a second date?" His teasing tone made her blush. “And if anything, it makes it better. I’d get to see you every day instead of just texting."

“But what about school?” Y/N asked, trying to think practically.

“We’ll figure it out,” he said easily. “Whatever you need. We can make it work.”

“Shouldn’t there be an interview or something?” she quipped, trying to lighten the moment, though her heart was racing.

Harry sighed dramatically, playing along. “Alright. Hello, Miss Y/L/N. Welcome to your official interview for the position of Mr. Styles’ personal assistant.”

Y/N giggled, her nerves easing as she followed his lead. “Well, hello Mr. Styles. Thank you for having me.”

Harry’s lips curled into a smile, his eyes twinkling as he played along. “First question,” he said, leaning closer, their faces now just inches apart. “How do you feel about spending every day with me? Answer carefully—it’s a tough one.”

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. “Well, Mr. Styles, I think I could manage that.”

“Good answer,” he praised, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. “Next question: Can you handle a man who’s very particular about his coffee?”

She tilted her head, raising an eyebrow in playful suspicion. “Are we talking normal particular, or... like, twelve-steps-to-make-a-single-cup particular?”

Harry chuckled, his dimples deepening. “Maybe somewhere in between. But don’t worry, I can teach you.”

Y/N laughed softly, her nerves easing even more. Being around him was easy, natural—like slipping into something familiar and warm. “I think I could handle that.”

"One last question," Harry murmured, leaning in even closer. His gaze flickered to her lips for a brief second before locking back onto her eyes. "How do you feel about sneaking around with your boss?"

Her laughter died down, a trace of seriousness replacing it. She knew the risks—things had to stay professional, no hint of their relationship could slip through especially since Harry would not only be her boss but was the Senior Director and had to have the respect of everyone.  But still, she couldn’t resist.

“I think it could be fun,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Good,” He murmured, “I think you’ve passed the test, Bambi,” Y/N noticed how close his lips were to hers, if she moved her face forward they’d be touching, “Any questions?”

. . . 

Harry pulled the car up to the curb just outside Y/N’s house, the gentle hum of the engine fading as he switched it off. The street was quiet, the only light coming from the street lamps casting long shadows on the pavement. Inside her house, the windows were dark, and she silently hoped her brothers were already asleep, sparing her the awkwardness of explaining why she wasn’t rushing inside.

The silence between them felt comfortable yet charged, neither making a move to leave. It was as if both of them knew the night shouldn’t end yet, even though it had to at some point. Y/N looked down at her hands, nervously tracing the edge of her coat, stealing glances at Harry every few moments. He seemed deep in thought, his fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel, but the same hesitation hung in the air between them.

“Thanks for dinner,” she said softly, her voice breaking the silence.

He turned to her, his expression soft but intent, as if weighing every word. “Don’t need t’ thank me Bambi,” he replied, his eyes lingering on her face a moment longer than necessary. 

“I wish I didn’t have to go home,” She huffed, looking down at her fingers on her lap.

Harry’s lips curved into a small smile, but there was a seriousness in his eyes. He leaned back in his seat, turning his body slightly toward her. “Y’ want to go back to mine?”

She wanted nothing more, the pain of saying no physically paining her, “M-my brothers... they have school,” she murmured.

“S okay,” He smiled. 

The air between them felt thick with unspoken feelings, and she could feel her heart race as the weight of his gaze settled on her. He reached over, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his touch soft.

“Bambi,” he said quietly, his voice suddenly more intimate, like he was laying something important on the table.

She turned to face him fully, her breath catching as his fingers brushed against her cheek, lingering just long enough to make her pulse race. The space between them seemed to vanish, and suddenly, all she could think about was the way his lips would feel against hers.

Neither of them spoke. The tension that had been simmering all evening finally boiled over. Harry’s hand cupped her cheek, and in that quiet moment under the dim streetlights, he leaned in.

The kiss was gentle at first, tentative, like they were both testing the waters. But as soon as their lips touched, a wave of emotion flooded over her, and she couldn’t help but respond. Her hand found its way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, slow and lingering. It wasn’t rushed or hurried—just soft, warm, and full of everything Y/N had been dreaming about for longer than she cared to admit. 

When they finally pulled apart, Harry rested his forehead against hers, both of them catching their breath, their lips still tingling from the kiss. His hand lingered on her cheek, as though neither of them was ready to let the moment slip away just yet.

Y/N opened her mouth to say something, maybe to break the silence or make a joke about how long they’d waited for this. But before she could speak, a loud thud startled her. She turned her head, eyes widening as the lights in her house flickered on. And there they were—her brothers, pressed against the living room window, grinning like fools and making exaggerated kissy faces at them.

“Oh my God,” Y/N groaned, mortified. Her face flushed a deep shade of red as she fumbled with her seatbelt. "This is so embarrassing."

She pushed the door open and scrambled out of her seat, grabbing her purse in a flurry of panic. “I am so sorry, Harry. I-I have to go,” she stammered, her words tumbling out in a rush as she awkwardly tried to regain her composure. “Thank you for dinner, a-and the kiss! Oh, and the job too!”

In her haste, her heel caught on a paving stone, and she stumbled slightly, her purse nearly slipping from her hand as she made her way toward the front door.

Harry watched her, his mouth half open, caught between amusement and disbelief. She was flustered, rambling, and absolutely adorable. He couldn't stop the soft chuckle that escaped him as he leaned back in his seat, shaking his head.

"Bambi!" he called out the car window, grinning. “I'll take that as a yes on the job?”

Y/N turned back briefly, her face flushed but her smile shy and genuine. “Yes! Definitely yes!” she called over her shoulder, before hurrying inside, her brothers still laughing from the window.

As she disappeared through the door, Harry chuckled to himself, the warmth from their kiss still lingering. He turned the ignition on, shaking his head in disbelief at how the night had unfolded. It was far from the graceful goodbye he had imagined, but somehow, it felt perfect. He couldn’t stop smiling as he pulled away from the curb. 

Yeah, he thought to himself, that definitely meant she was taking the job.