#possessive reader

The studio was loud.

Voices everywhere, people moving around constantly, cameras flashing every few seconds, celebrities laughing across the room while production staff hurried back and forth trying to keep everything organized.

And somehow, through all of it, Michael still only seemed focused on you.

“You okay?” he asked softly for probably the fifth time in the last twenty minutes.

You looked up from where you were fixing the collar of his jacket, trying not to laugh. “Michael, baby, I’m fine.”

“Mhm,” he mumbled, unconvinced.

His hands settled automatically on your waist while he watched you straighten the fabric near his shoulders. Even surrounded by half of Hollywood, Michael stayed attached to you like he physically couldn’t help himself.

And

You didn’t mind at all.

Especially not tonight.

Because every time a certain somebody drifted a little too close to him, suddenly you felt extra affectionate.

Your fingers slid carefully through the curls near Michael’s forehead, fixing a few loose strands while he stood there staring at you all soft and shy like he always did whenever you touched him too much in public.

“You keep lookin’ at me like that,” you teased quietly.

Michael smiled immediately, ducking his head a little. “Can’t help it.”

Lord.

He was adorable.

You leaned up without hesitation and kissed his cheek slowly, purposely lingering for a second longer than necessary.

The reaction was immediate.

Michael’s entire face went pink.

“Oh my God,” he muttered under his breath while smiling hard, trying to hide it.

You just laughed softly and smoothed your thumb against his jaw.

“Cute,” you whispered teasingly.

Michael immediately hid his face near your shoulder. “Stop.”

“No,” you said instantly, grinning.

Across the room, a few people noticed immediately.

Lionel started grinning.

Quincy looked exhausted already.

And Randy burst out laughing from one of the couches nearby. “Man, she got you BAD.”

Michael rolled his eyes instantly, though he still looked ridiculously happy.

“Leave me alone,” he mumbled.

“You was not this clingy before her,” Jermaine added loudly.

“That’s what I’m sayin’!” Marlon laughed. “He follow her around like a lost puppy now.”

You started laughing before you could stop yourself, and Michael immediately turned toward you with the most offended expression imaginable.

“Baby, don’t encourage them.”

“Oh, but I’m encouraging this REAL bad,” Marlon said.

Michael groaned dramatically and pulled you closer against his side, burying his face near your shoulder for a second while everybody laughed at him.

Which honestly only made you more affectionate.

You turned your head slightly and pressed another kiss against the side of his neck this time.

That shut him up instantly.

“…girl,” he whispered weakly.

You felt him tighten his grip around your waist.

“Now you shy?” you teased softly near his ear.

Michael looked at you like you were trying to kill him.

And somewhere across the room, Diana noticed.

You noticed too.

So did Michael, judging by the way he suddenly got quieter beside you.

Your expression softened immediately.

Without even thinking about it, you reached up and fixed the curls near his face again before kissing his forehead gently this time.

“You okay?” you asked softly.

Michael looked at you for a second before smiling in that shy little way he did whenever he got overwhelmed.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I am now.”

God.

You loved him bad.

And judging by the way he looked at you?

Everybody else could tell he loved you even worse.

At one point while Quincy was talking to a group nearby, you casually walked over to Michael again and adjusted the chains resting against his jacket.

Michael blinked down at you immediately.

“You keep fixin’ my clothes,” he said softly.

“Because you keep lettin’ people mess ‘em up,” you teased.

He smiled again. That soft, stupidly pretty smile that always made you want to kiss him.

So you did.

Quick little kiss right near the corner of his mouth.

Michael froze instantly.

Jermaine nearly screamed.

“Oh my GOD,” he yelled dramatically. “Can y’all act normal for FIVE minutes?”

You burst out laughing while Michael tried hiding his face again.

“Nope,” you answered for him.

Michael looked absolutely gone.

Like genuinely gone.

Especially when you casually slid into his lap later during one of the breaks like it was the most natural thing in the world.

One of his arms wrapped tightly around your waist immediately while the other rested across your thigh.

Comfortable.

Automatically.

You leaned back against his chest comfortably while he rested his chin near your shoulder.

“You know people keep starin’ at us?” you whispered jokingly.

Michael shrugged against you without a single ounce of shame.

“Let ‘em stare.”

You turned slightly just to look at him properly because honestly? That confidence coming from him was rare.

Michael noticed immediately and smiled shyly again.

“What?”

“Nothin’,” you mumbled, grinning.

A few seconds later he leaned closer toward your ear quietly enough that almost nobody else could hear him.

“…I just like when you’re close to me.”

Your entire expression softened.

You turned your head and kissed him again, slower this time.

The room around you practically disappeared for a second.

And when you finally pulled away, Michael was smiling so hard it looked painful.

“There he go,” Marlon muttered dramatically from across the room. “That’s that look again.”

“You mean the look he get every time she breathe near him?” Randy added.

Everybody started laughing again.

Michael just rolled his eyes and tightened his arms around you even more while resting his face against your neck.

Like he needed everybody in the room to know exactly who you belonged to.

And maybe

Just maybe

You liked that a little too much.

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But there was one joy in her life — a handsome young boy from the surface named Eric. He was a kind and charming boy who treated the young mermaid with such tenderness. They always had something to talk about.

"I will definitely marry you, Y/n!" the boy laughed loudly, and Y/n smiled trustingly in response.

However, soon Ariel herself began to dream of the world above the water, because she had long been curious about where her older sister so often swam off to. The little girl didn't really understand anything yet, but Y/n was like that too, so Ariel revealed her sister's secret to her father.

Then the waters of the ocean boiled with alarm, for Triton did not limit himself to the usual reprimand to his daughter, but shouted, overcome with righteous indignation. Frightened and trembling, Y/n stared at her father's angry face, feeling both horror and deep resentment.

"You will go to the deepest sea bottom until you learn your lesson!" the sea lord shouted indignantly.

"Father..." the unfortunate girl whispered timidly, but the king's loud voice stopped her, and two huge octopuses immediately grabbed her delicate hands with their tentacles, carrying her away from the palace.

Before leaving, Y/n managed to cast a hateful glance at her sister Ariel, who was hiding behind their angry father's back. The girl pressed her fist to her lips, her large blue eyes wide with fear, looking confused and bewildered.

"If you try to repeat your sister's actions and run away to the surface, I will be forced to do the same to you," the wise ruler warned his little daughter menacingly, softening a little and adopting a fatherly tone of voice.

And Y/n's heart was filled with black hatred for her father and younger sister. Was everything that was happening fair? After all, she was exactly two years older than the capricious Ariel! Why was there such a huge difference in the manifestation of her father's love? What had she done to deserve such cruelty, why had she been banished to a gloomy underwater prison?

The days dragged on slowly, even though the sentence was relatively short — only one month. What saved the girl's mind from complete madness was a wonderful shell found by chance in the sand at the bottom of the sea. This trinket had magical properties: thousands of ancient spells were hidden inside it. The shell whispered, imparting knowledge and guidance to the young princess, choosing her as its new successor.

The spells were varied: some were kind and bright, others were cunning and dangerous. Some allowed the girl to freely leave the dark cell hidden deep beneath the sea, remaining invisible to the guards patrolling the area. So Y/n gradually learned to leave and return unnoticed.

She no longer saw Eric in their secret place. Perhaps the boy waited patiently for his friend to return for some time, but in the end he lost hope and left the shore forever.

When the punishment was over, Y/n decided to remain alone, far from the hated castle and her relatives. Triton took her behaviour as childish sulking and stopped trying to bring his daughter home until she reached maturity.

"Yes/no..." exclaimed Ariel, suddenly waking up and noticing her sister's movement.

"What's wrong?" the girl replied sharply in an even, firm voice.

"Why are you leaving right now? We tried to arrange a pleasant evening for you..." Ariel muttered, looking with her large, round, sky-blue eyes, as if deliberately feigning touching pity.

"Thank you very much, I am really full, now I want to leave," Y/n said dryly, trying to avoid further questions.

"...Maybe you are ready to return to the royal chambers?" her father asked cautiously, watching his daughter's cold detachment intently.

"I have no desire to," Y/n snapped and instantly dissolved into the depths of the water, leaving her family in silence and disappointment. Triton sighed heavily.

But Y/n's big secret was that she had been watching her family for a long time. Thanks to a magical glass ball she had conjured up. She watched Ariel, saw how the girl was becoming more and more attracted to the surface. The young mermaid collected things that fell from above and settled on the seabed, or searched for human belongings in sunken ships. Y/N sighed heavily. If she showed Ariel's father how she was swimming to the surface, what would he do? She wanted him to get angry and lock his favourite daughter in the cave.

And finally, one day, Ariel surfaced because of the noise of a human ship. Y/n watched closely as her sister climbed onto the ship and watched the people. The people were having fun and dancing, drinking some kind of liquid from wooden mugs. Laughter and loud chatter pierced the silence of the night. Ariel watched everything spellbound when a dog ran up to her and began licking her face. The young mermaid laughed quietly. Then a youthful voice called the dog to him. Y/n froze. She couldn't be mistaken! It was Eric, but now an adult. He had turned from a funny boy into a handsome young man. He smiled and petted the dog, while Ariel stared at the young man in fascination. The woman shifted her attention to Eric, who looked awkwardly at his monument and scratched the back of his head. He was still the same shy young man who did not expect honours and glory. The man walked away from the monument, talking to a grey-haired man.

"The whole kingdom is waiting for you to choose a worthy girl!" said the old man.

"The girl is out there somewhere. I haven't found her yet," Eric replied, slightly sadly.

"Perhaps you haven't looked hard enough," remarked the old man.

"I'm trying to find her, but it seems she's hiding from me. But when I find her, I'll recognise her immediately," said the dark-haired man confidently.

Y/n's heart sank. She hoped that he was looking for her and that he remembered her. The woman quietly shed a tear, which mixed with the sea water.

Y/n clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, as she watched her sister sing about her love, about how she wanted to be with Eric. Y/n couldn't stand it; her sister wanted to take something that had never belonged to her. Then her sister was scared off by the old man, while Eric was already coming to his senses and looking for the person who had been singing to him.

Ariel swam away, hiding behind another rock, watching as the old man led the prince away, lecturing him. She smiled happily and continued her song. Y/N knew what she had to do; she had to tell her father that the time had come.

Triton sat on his throne, busy with royal affairs, and was surprised to see his daughter, who had disappeared from the castle, seemingly forever.

"Have you decided to return?" the king asked with a glimmer of hope. Y/n frowned, but then looked excited.

"No... but... I saw something you need to know about. It's about Ariel." The girl swam closer, and Triton put down his papers.

"What is it?" the man frowned.

"I accidentally saw my sister swimming to the surface."

"What?!" Triton shouted.

"It turns out she collects human things... she has a cave closer to the south," Y/N tried to hold back a smile.

"Are you sure?" Triton took his trident and stepped down from his throne.

"Yes, Father, I'm worried about her. It's not normal, is it?"

"That's right, I'm glad you understand that too... we'll have to explain it to your sister," the man swam to the exit, and Y/n hurried to her cave.

She activated the crystal ball again and watched as her father found the cave and yelled at Ariel, who tried to justify herself and defend herself. But Triton was unrelenting, he began to destroy everything he saw, the last point being Eric's sculpture, the king aimed his trident at him and shot a red lightning bolt. And then he swam away, to Ariel's cries. Y/N watched this and couldn't believe it. Her face reflected several emotions, and she finally felt pleasure. But that wasn't enough. The young princess's dark heart was poisoned with hatred, and she wanted to hurt her even more.

The next day, she sailed to Ariel, who was still sitting on the ruins of her cave.

"What happened here?" Y/n asked, feigning confusion. Her sister abruptly turned her gaze to the girl.

"It's our father... he found out that I collect things from the human world... and that I fell in love with a human..." She cried bitterly, and Y/N clenched her jaw.

"Didn't my bitter experience teach you anything?"

"I'm sorry... it must have been just as painful for you," said Ariel.

"You have no idea... Do you really love this man?"

"Yes... very much... but we can't be together," Ariel took Eric's stone face.

"What if I told you I could help you? I'll give you legs," Y/N added quietly and saw Ariel look at her.

"Really!? You can help me?" Ariel swam up to her sister.

"Yes, but the price will be high, because it's a powerful spell,"

"I agree!" Ariel said confidently, hugging her sister.

Y/n took her sister and they swam to the girl in the cave. There was a peculiar cauldron and many flasks. Ariel looked around, wanting to touch everything, but when she tried to pick something up, her sister slapped her hands away.

Y/n threw various ingredients into the cauldron, which bubbled and shimmered with different colours.

"You must give up your voice, it is the price for the spell," Y/n stood next to the cauldron and took the shell pendant from around her neck. "The spell will last for three days. To keep it from fading, you must make Er... the man fall in love with you, then the spell will not fade, but will grow stronger, and you will remain on land forever. If he does not fall in love, your legs will turn into a tail, and you will have to return to the water, but I will return your voice as well."

"But how can I talk to Eric? How can I make him fall in love with me?" Ariel asked fearfully.

"Why are you asking me? I told you about the price. If you're not ready, then stay at the bottom of the sea and don't stick your neck out," Y/n said irritably.

Ariel hesitated. She had the opportunity to meet the man she loved, but she couldn't say anything to him.

"You have to pay for everything," added Y/n, looking somewhere off to the side, noticing Flounder and Sebastian behind one of the rocks, she sighed irritably.

"I... am ready..." said the younger sister.

"...Then sing," Y/n held up the shell, which began to glow due to the magic, and when Ariel began to sing, it began to absorb her voice.

A clinging green smoke crept into Ariel's throat, sucking out her magical voice. The frightened mermaid grabbed her throat. Y/n took the shell and then cast a spell. The smoke from the shell and the cauldron mixed together, heading towards Ariel, enveloping her and turning her fish tail into human legs. The girl began to flounder, unable to swim with her legs, then Flounder and Sebastian appeared, pulling her out of the cave and directing her to the surface. Y/N laughed with satisfaction. All that remained was to wait. Without her voice, Ariel would be of no use to Eric, and she would return to the sea with a broken heart.

Y/N waited, and on the second day she decided to look into the ball to see her sister's downfall. But she was terribly disappointed when she saw Eric having fun with the girl, teaching her everything and trying to talk to her. The last straw was their walk on the lake. Sebastian tried to push Eric to kiss Ariel, but the man kept dodging and feeling embarrassed. Y/N couldn't take it anymore and cast a spell that flew through the ball and hit the boat, which capsized. They carefully climbed out of the water, Eric laughing loudly while Ariel tried to imitate laughter.

"What a cheeky girl! Oh no, Ariel, I won't let you stay on the surface, you must swim out to sea!" Y/n banged on the stone slab again. She rubbed the shell from which her sister's magical voice came, and Y/n came up with a plan, "Since you're so persistent, what will you do when a rival appears before you..."

Y/n smiled slyly, looking at the couple through the ball.

Under the cover of late evening, when the sky was tinged with purple and blue, Y/n appeared on the deserted seashore. Bright stars twinkled overhead, and moonlight gently reflected off the smooth surface of the waves. The girl wore an exquisite dress adorned with sparkling precious stones, emphasising her beauty. Her hair fluttered in the wind, adding mystery and charm to her appearance.

Now fate had to take a different turn; she knew she would not allow Ariel to find happiness. Gently touching her throat with her fingers, she took Ariel's voice away forever, replacing it with her own.

Y/N knew about Eric's habit of taking late-night walks along the shore, and she waited for him to appear. Soon, the silhouette of a man appeared on the horizon, slowly approaching the edge of the beach. His steps slowed as soon as he heard the first notes of a song coming from someone's lips.

Her song spread around, echoing in his heart. The sad, mournful notes penetrated deep into the young prince's soul, making him forget about the rest of the world. His head ached, but then it became easier. Seduced by the sweet sound, he walked towards the source of the sound, guided by an unknown force.

Halfway there, Y/n and Eric met. The man gazed enchantedly at the beautiful woman, watching in amazement as each tear rolled down her face. Feelings overwhelmed his soul, which had become easy prey to the magic of love.

Finally, her beloved had returned to her embrace, and for the first time, the girl could feel the warmth of his body. Pressing her forehead firmly against his chest, she allowed herself to enjoy the moment of closeness, assuring herself that this was true love, even if it was caused by magic.

"You probably won't remember anything..." Y/n whispered sadly, intertwining her fingers behind the man's belt.

Eric responded with silence, gently stroking her hair and pulling her closer to him. It seemed as if he was ready to absorb every part of her being, to unite with her forever, obeying the influence of a powerful love spell.

The morning of the next day marked the beginning of a new stage in their lives. Earl Grimsby, the prince's elderly advisor, greeted the newlyweds, enthusiastically expressing his admiration for them both. Eric looked at his bride with trepidation and love.

"I am very pleased to hear such compliments from you," said Y/n with an embarrassed smile, enjoying the warmth and confidence.

"Don't be silly! I was just happy to hear that Eric finally found you. Especially since you have such good manners, you're clearly from a noble family. I'm so glad he chose you and not..." The old man paused when he looked up at the stairs.

Y/n also noticed her younger sister behind the column. She was hiding from prying eyes. Y/n could clearly hear the hollow beating of a broken heart, and a triumphant laugh of malice arose within her.

Preparations for the wedding were proceeding at a rapid pace, and the wedding ship set sail that very day. Y/n's heart ached with anxiety; events were unfolding too quickly and flawlessly, causing her unease. To the girl's surprise, the dress turned out to be exactly as she had described it to little Eric, immersed in dreams of her long-awaited wedding.

Ariel no longer appeared in public, and Y/n did not try to seek her out. It seemed that her sister was not even on board the ship, which amused Y/n, as she found pleasure in thinking about her suffering. Sometimes the girl laughed quietly, admiring herself in the mirror. It was a hollow laugh that made insides grow cold.

"Until sunset..." Y/n repeated thoughtfully, touching the golden seashell-shaped pendant that adorned her neck.

A bright light flashed inside her, filled with the sound of Ariel's beautiful voice. Y/n pulled her hand away when her sister's voice broke through the protective barrier of the pendant.

After a while, the maids came to the woman, dressed her in a wedding gown, and carefully praised the bride's appearance. Encouraged by the attention, Y/n broke into a radiant smile.

Amidst the majestic ringing of bells on the ship, the ceremony began. Count Grimsby held her hand confidently, leading her to the altar. Before them stood the slender, handsome Eric, awaiting the upcoming wedding with impatience and joy. The girl caught Eric's fleeting glance and noticed two small tears rolling down his cheek. Y/n held her breath, wondering if Eric was fighting against the spell inside and wanted to break free, or if he was crying because of pain and resentment, because he did not want to see Y/n as his bride and wanted to run away to Ariel. But the girl shook her head and raised it proudly, gathering the admiring glances of the guests.

When there were only a few steps left to take, an attack suddenly occurred. A huge seagull flew at the girl, tearing at her curls with its beak, leaving traces of pain. Almost immediately after the first bird, the rest of the sea creatures appeared on the deck, causing chaos among the invited guests. Every living creature on board felt an inexplicable impulse of aggression towards Y/n herself.

In the heat of battle, the wounded seagull snatched the chain with the shell from Y/n's clenched fingers, throwing it high into the air. The octopus, moving nimbly among the people, pushed the woman straight into the birthday cake, breaking the layers and turning the celebration into ruins. The amulet itself fell right at Ariel's feet, making a final loud crack and scattering into pieces. Following it, the girl's soft, melodious voice finally turned joyfully to the man:

"Eric!"

The young man froze, shocked by the sight of the ruined wedding, the devastated food, and the humiliation of his beloved. His face contorted with pain and discontent when he noticed the crying and dirty Y/n, covered in the remains of the festive feast.

"Calm down, my dear," Eric said anxiously, lifting her off the floor and gently cleaning the remains of dessert from her soiled body.

Y/n listened to his words, trying to suppress her panic and sobs. The guests froze, the sea creatures stopped their attack, tired and motionless, scattering around the edge of the deck.

"How dare you ruin our wedding?!" Eric growled, looking closely at the assembled guests and sea creatures.

"But Eric, she..." Ariel objected uncertainly, looking desperately at the man.

"Was it you? Was this your doing? Envy overwhelmed your heart, could you really be capable of such betrayal? Look at my beloved, she dreamed of choosing the best cake, wearing the perfect dress, and now everything is lost forever!" the prince shouted passionately, feeling irritation and pain from what had happened.

Ariel's blue eyes widened in incomprehension.

"She cast a spell on me, took away my voice, and lured you in with deception! ...But... Why... Why didn't your feelings fade when the amulet was destroyed?" the girl wondered, trying in vain to explain the situation to her brother.

"Spell? What spell?" Eric asked incredulously, casting a wary glance at the redhead.

Y/N looked at the prince with undisguised amazement. Indeed, why hadn't the love spell lost its power, since its source — the magical shell — had been destroyed?

"Love spell! She used my voice to bewitch you! I was the one who sang for you that day! But now you don't recognise me!" Ariel cried hysterically, looking at Eric imploringly.

"I remember every moment of our meeting perfectly," the man replied calmly, continuing to hold Y/N in a tight embrace, gently stroking her wet shoulders, covered with cream stains from the cake.

"What do you mean? I don't understand..."

"Y/N charmed me many years ago, when she was still a child. Then she disappeared for a long time, but one evening I heard a familiar voice that belonged to you, Ariel, and I realised that this sound would lead me to the love of my life!" Eric explained, pulling away slightly from his bride to look into her eyes.

"Love spells lose their power if the object of affection already feels sincere love for the caster," added Y/n, nervously freeing herself from the prince's grip, but he managed to hold her by the hand.

Turning away from the setting sun, she focused her gaze on her sister, who had also noticed the change in light. Their eyes met, and each understood what would happen next.

"Eric, didn't you have real feelings for me?" Tears welled up in Ariel's eyes, rolling down her cheeks like pearls.

"No," the man said firmly, looking away from his future wife and at Ariel.

"But our moments together..."

"To me, you were a pleasant friend. My soul longed to meet the only companion I had chosen long ago," Eric finished firmly, clearly articulating his thoughts.

Blushing with grief, Ariel buried her face in her hands and sank into a heavy stream of salty tears. The sun had finally disappeared below the horizon, its rays that had previously illuminated the world vanishing into the darkness of the night. Green scales once again covered Ariel's skin, returning her to her former mermaid form. The stunned guests gasped, whispering to each other.

Y/n instinctively became frightened, suddenly her own legs would begin to change shape, turning into a mermaid's tail, but nothing happened, she continued to stand firmly on the ground in her torn dress.

The sea creatures began to gently descend into the depths of the ocean, trying to hide from human attention.

"So what does that mean?" asked Scuttle irritably, his bird call turning into a resonating noise that only sea creatures could understand.

"Only that the prince has been infatuated with Y/n all these years," Sebastian stated grimly, hiding in the shadows of the railings.

"But what will happen to poor Ariel now?" Flounder muttered anxiously, deeply concerned for his friend's fate, yet powerless, trapped in a bucket of water.

The prince tried to hold Y/n back when she took a step towards her sister, fearing that the young woman would decide to leave the ship and disappear into the depths of the sea. But Y/n, maintaining her dignity, approached Ariel, whose lost gaze clearly demonstrated her emotional emptiness.

"I never imagined the ending would turn out like this. I thought I would be the one left behind... But I'm so happy..." A single tear rolled down the woman's cheek.

"You..." Ariel moaned, unable to put her emotions into words.

"But he chose me... And I will finally understand what it means to be special and happy. I hope the pain in your heart will go away, but not quickly. Savour this terrible feeling, feel what it's like when you're not chosen and not loved," Y/n added quietly, turning away from her sister.

"Y/n?" Sebastian addressed her cautiously, deciding to intervene in the conversation.

"Sebastian, help her go back to the ocean. Tell Father that he will never see me again, I will stay here, next to my beloved," Y/n said confidently, turning to Eric, who visibly relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.

Y/N threw Flounder overboard, and Ariel sat on the railing, took one last look at her sister and Eric, jumped overboard, and disappeared into the blue sea. Soon after, Sebastian jumped overboard, bowing his head in farewell, and Scuttle rose high into the sky and flew over the horizon.

You're a good person.

Well…at least you think you are. And really, isn't that all that matters?

You've managed to keep your nose clean for most your life; no fights, no killing, no stealing. Odd jobs around The Lanes kept you afloat. Not like you had any other choice, you couldn't stomach gore, and every time you'd get an adrenaline rush from so much as a wound, you'd end up passing out.

You're level-headed, fairly well-read, and comfortable in your own skin.

So why the hell is your blood boiling over some weirdo trying to flirt with your girlfriend?

Jinx is beautiful, full stop. Anyone who says otherwise is an idiot. She's a genius in every sense of the word, a physical specimen—respectfully of course, she's literally super athletic—and quick with her tongue. If this wasn't Zaun, people would be tripping over themselves trying to win her over. But her reputation always made people rethink any approach they'd make towards her. Her father's reputation, made people steer clear entirely.

Anyone that had enough audacity to actually approach her, she'd—figuratively—shoot down immediately. At least when you two got together, you're not sure if she actually shot them prior to you asking her not to.

She knows what she wants, and she's not the type to sit and wait for the other person to make the first move. You should know, she cornered you five minutes after you two had first met, and she hasn't let go of you since.

The thought of being romantically linked with Jinx hadn't even crossed your mind when you two first met. You weren't blind, of course, but you also weren't stupid. All of the stories you had heard about her, all the people she's blown up for Silco, or just for her own amusement, none of it sat right with you. So, you avoided her like The Grey.

Well… You tried.

For some unknown reason, the Chem Barons suddenly took an interest in your services. Suddenly, you had a contract for the next few months, just for them, and all coincidentally putting Jinx up as your contact. Every job you had, she came with you. Super quick dead drop for Marcus' weekly bribes? You needed her to protect the money. Week long stake out at the shipping yard? Jinx had to go to keep you on your toes—whatever that meant. She'd show up to your house first thing in the morning, and followed you to your doorstep by night.

You tried dropping out of the job, but you were hit with threats ranging from you being blacklisted from all of your contacts, to being killed on the spot. So you bit your tongue and did your job, but made sure not to accept another contract from the barons.

Then one day, negotiations with a dealer went south, and they refused to give their payment for the last stash of shimmer you and Jinx had delivered. One second you were arguing with him, the next his blood and brain matter were on your face. You're not one hundred percent sure what exactly happened after, but you did pass out.

Then, you quit. You even told Jinx to kill you and get it over with. When she didn't, you stormed off, and ditched the rest of your jobs for the barons. It was only a week left, they'd get you, one way or another.

To say you were surprised when you weren't killed or blacklisted the following week was an understatement. But what was even more surprising? Jinx had stopped following you around.

You chalked it up to simple curiosity, when you decided to seek her out. You didn't dare admit to yourself that you had missed her constant presence, especially since she had been stuck to you like glue for months. You wanted to ask why no one had sent a hitman to off you, nothing else. Once you found out why, you'd disappear from her life forever, gleefully so.

She had covered for you, for a week, doing all the assigned jobs you had, alone. None of the barons knew better. She even apologized for shooting that dealer in front of you and getting blood spray all over your face.

You should've walked away then, but you didn't. In fact, you started willingly hanging around Jinx. Accompanying  her in her misadventures, or helping her with her inventions; and she helped you with whatever job you were doing.

You would never admit it to anyone, but it felt good to have someone nearly bend over backwards for you. Hell, she even toned down the killing people part, at least when you were around.

Less than six months after, you were hers, and she was yours.

She wanted you, and only you.

But there was something so disgustingly triggering about someone trying to make a move on her—looking at her, even. It was bringing out progressively uglier thoughts out of you. Thoughts you would never think about anyone else.

Jinx noticed this, of course. But she never tried to stop the train of thought. Hell, a part of you thinks—knows— that she enjoys seeing you worked up over her.

The music in The Last Drop is loud; uncomfortably so for someone sober. The bass blaring from the speakers thrums in your chest, and the constant stutter of the lights is making it hard to keep track of where Jinx is. Which is bad, because this rando doesn’t want to let up and keeps following her around. Even the vantage point the second floor isn’t helping.

To be fair, Jinx is ignoring the prick. And you trust Jinx. But the gnawing feeling in your insides every time you imagine some guy's hands on her is only building up your anger.

No one puts their grimy hands on your girl.

You decide that the best course of action is to just go down to the dance floor and take care of the problem yourself. What was that saying? If you want things done, do it yourself?

Pushing yourself off of the railing, you make your way through the all the bodies moving in time with the music. You grimace, the thought of having alcohol and cheap perfume clinging onto you by the time you get downstairs isn't all that appealing, but you had a girl to find. Which is starting to prove difficult, seeing as the strobe lights are throwing off people's hair colors. The only reprieve that you have is the fact that people still kept out of Jinx's way even at the busy club. If there was a spot at the club where the crowd was thinning out, she was probably there.

You're given space to breathe once you reach the bar. A lot of the club goers were on the dance floor. Credits to the DJ, you think to yourself, for getting people away from where you were, and for also, actually, being good at what they were doing. You give a cursory glance at the seats, your girlfriend is unfortunately not there, but you do catch sight of a familiar face.

"Sevika!" You shout over the din of the music. The older woman, busy tending to her glass of whiskey, barely spares you a glance as she looks up, huffing before gulping down her drink and pushing it towards the bartender. Her dismissive attitude doesn't deter you, however, as you make your way towards her.

"Have you seen Jinx?"

"Didn't know I had to babysit your girl." She says before taking her refilled drink and taking a swig from it.

"I don't have time to do this little dance, Sevika." Her eyebrow quirks at your terse response, a hint of mischief in her eyes. It was a look you knew well—she always had it right before she'd try to piss you off.

A shrug instead, turning back to her drink. "Last I saw, some dumbass was trying to talk her up."

Your jaw tightens at the thought, and this doesn't escape the other woman's notice as she smirks. "I always knew you weren't the sharing type." She says smugly, taking another swig.

You lean in closer, well into her personal space. "Where is she?"

She scoffs, a mechanical finger poking you in the shoulder slowly pushing you back. "Don't start shit you can't finish, kid." She nods towards the far end of the club. "Being followed by the dumbass that way."

You throw a scowl her way before walking the direction she pointed out, your previous irritation with her dissipating as soon as you catch sight of Jinx's hair.

For a moment, a wave of relief washes over you. But it leaves just as fast when you see the same man that was talking to her, leaning over her much too closely for your comfort.

Jinx's eyes flick towards you, a knowing, anticipating, look in them. Like she knew you'd come rushing down there for her.

You don't notice your own steps becoming hurried.

His hand brushes her arm. You see red.

The poor sod doesn't even have time to react before you clock him in the jaw, and he falls backwards. Jinx simply takes a step back. Unsurprised, when you grab her arm and pull her away. She doesn't even try to free herself from your grip.

There isn't a lot of privacy allowed in The Last Drop. In fact, there's only three places there where you could get a semblance of privacy. The supply room, but you didn't want to risk anyone walking in on you and Jinx. The second one was Silco's office, an even worse choice, for obvious reasons. Which left only one place for you to take Jinx to: the Chem Barons' meeting room.

The heavy doors of the meeting room slams as you shut them behind the both of you. Jinx, who had been quiet the entire way there, rips her arm away from you.

"What the hell's wrong with you?" Despite the furious look on her face, the anger doesn't reach her eyes. It never does. Not when she enjoys seeing you get so protective of her. Not when she spent months trying to win you over.

You don't bother with an answer, dragging her mouth to yours. Your lips mashing together, teeth bumping into each other. She grips the front of your shirt, holding you in place, only letting you pull away when she needs to breathe.

"Crazy." She whispers against your lips, eyes wide, her grin taunting.

"Takes one to know one." You answer back, breathless.

Her laugh is mirthful, genuine. Like she hit the lottery. Maybe she did, seeing how you act around her—how she acts around you.

You find that you don't mind the hidden accusation in her laugh. Because in your mind, you're a good person.

You looked around. Your eyes fell on him. From far away, he seemed even taller. You gulped. He was as sexy as three months ago. You tried to avoid him knowing that once you will see him you will fall in your bad habits. You blinked and found him closer, like the type of ghost that you could see in front of you after blinking twice. Your eyes stayed on him. You saw a woman touching his arm. You frowned. You didn't like it when someone else was touching your boyfriend. He was yours, and yours alone. It didn't matter how long you have been broke up. The woman was long gone before you were in front of him, your feet moving on their own, but that didn't mean that you accepted it. You were looking at him angry but full of jealousy and envy. Steve always made you feel so many different things. He put a string of hair behind your ear.

"I knew I will find you here."

"Where you looking for me?"

You were trying to be tough, but he knew you too well. He knew that you were craving him as much as he was. He has been here every night since the opening, hoping to find you. He just needed to be patient even if it wasn't his strong suit, especially around you.

"You know that I always do. I always want to protect you."

"You try to control me, it's different."

"Says the one that does the same."

"What do you want?"

He was looking at you in the mirror, your face contracting from pleasure. His cock was railing you at fast speed. You were moaning, happy to finally feel him again inside you. It has been way too long, but it was the way your couple worked. You were always fighting because your jealousy took over, and you broke up for something stupid before coming back to each other, making the other feel good. Your pussy clenched against him. He slapped your ass and you screamed.

"That is baby. Scream for me. Tell me who makes you feel that good."

"You, it's you Steve. Only you."

He started to play with your clit. You almost fall at the sensation. He knew your body like if it was his but loved exploring it every time that he could. Your hands hit the mirror while you move your ass against his cock. Steve put his hand around your neck, never stopping his trusts.

"Look at you. Look at your face and you pussy. You are so fucking wet, do you see how easy it is for me to have you."

You can only moan. You were too out of space to really hear him. He bit your ear.

"Look baby. Look at you."

You look at your reflection. Your dress was wrecked. One of your boob was out of your bra, your nipple peeking toward the reflective glass, your dress was up above your stomach for Steve to look at you and take your fucked sight making him feral. Your tights weren't in better condition. He had ripped them off, being the impatient man that he is.

He looked at you through the mirror. Your mouth contorted under the new pleasure he gave you. He pushed your face against the glass, penetrating you deeper. He could feel your legs shake. He tugged your hair to pull your head back, before shoving his tongue in your mouth. Your hand grabbed his head, pushing him deeper against your lips. It's harsh and messy but you loved it. You loved the hard takes. He licked your lips, then nibbled your cheek. He felt your walls tightened while you tipped toe to feel him more profoundly.

"Comes for me baby. I know you want to."

He watched you through the mirror. He didn't stop playing with your clit nor trusting inside you. You looked like you are having a stare contest, not wanting to let him win. With one hand, he clenched your nipple and turned it so much that it hurt. He knew your body. The pain made you come under his touch. You milked him and he sight in relief, finally feeling your juice against his cock. However, he didn't let you take time to recover. He pushed you on the sofa. His inserted two fingers inside you and trusted you a little bit before licking his fingers. He hummed at your taste. He wanted to make you come on his tongue but he didn't think that he would be able to stop himself from coming.

"I missed your taste so much baby."

He came back on top of you, putting his wait on your body. He took his cock still covered of your juice in his hand. He stroked himself, looking at your drunk face before penetrating you. He didn't let you time to get use to him again. He trusted inside you fast and hard, groaning under the pleasure. You were scratching his back really hard. He would have the marks for a long time but he didn't care. You even bite his neck after licking it. You needed to mark him, make him yours. After three months, you needed that. You will never not be possessive with him. You asked him to take you deeper. He put your legs and his shoulders. He kissed you. It was mostly teeth and tongues but you didn’t care. You liked it that way, needy for you. You arched your back while he kept hitting your spot.

"You feel so good baby. I missed you so fucking much. Fuck baby, you have the best pussy ever. You grip me so good.”

You kissed him fiercely. You didn't care if it wasn't sexy. You just needed your lips on him. He kissed your neck while you started trembling under him.

"Did you sleep with anyone else?"

This was the one question that you always asked each other. You were so possessive that it didn’t matter how many months you were apart. You would stay faithful to each other. None of you ever slept with someone else since you started dated at sixteen. It was until now and you were afraid of the way he would react. His hips were slapping you so hard that your breaths skipped every two trusts. When you don't answer, he slow the pace.

"I asked you a question."

You tried to look again but he turned your face to look at him. You knew that he would not like if he had to ask again.

"Just once... twice..."

"Who was it? Who?

He brought his hand around your neck, almost cutting your breathing. Your words were almost like a murmur, your windpipe being crushed under him.

"Ari, it was Ari."

Steve stopped completely to move.

"My cousin? You fucked my cousin?"

You yelped when you felt him trusting inside you, almost breaking your pussy. It was the hardest trust that he ever gave, cutting any thought that you could have. He took you harder than before. He felt so good pumping you like this, marking your insight. Your back was arched so much that it was hurting but you didn’t care. You hadn’t felt this good since your break up.

"Yes, yes but only because, fuck...

"Only what? Tell me."

Your eyes were glued to each other. You knew that if you tried to lie or look somewhere else, he would do everything for you to look back to him.

"Because he looks like you."

You never have been interested in Ari even though he looked like Steve's twin. You had been friends with Ari since you started dating the blond. You knew that he had a crush on you, so if you wanted to sleep with him, he wouldn't say no. Well this is what you thought but you had to beg him to sleep with you. You made it clear that it has nothing to do with him and everything to do with your ex boyfriend. He didn't care that you called Steve's name every time that he was hitting your spot or when he made you come.

Steve what taking aback by your revelation. His smile turned into a smirk. God he loved hearing you say things like this.

"You fucked him because you missed me didn't you?"

Your walls gripped him so hard he almost had to stop.

"Yes, yes, yes, I missed you."

Every time that you broke up, you were coming back crawling because you missed the other. Everybody knew that it was only a matter of time before you were again in each other arms. Your friends didn’t even tried to console you or tell you to find someone else. They knew that it was just until the next time.

"I am still going to kill him for what he did. He touched you. He knew the consequences if he did."

"Don't. It was my fault. It was me. Baby, please don't. I forced him."

He licked your neck, pressed his head into your shoulder while slamming into you. You loved seeing and feeling him like this. He felt so good and so possessive while your legs were circling him the hardest that you could.

"Mine. You are mine."

"Yours, I will always be yours."

He hit your spot faster. Your nails sunk into his shoulders while you came together saying each others name. He prolonged your orgasms while you sight happy. You don’t move, saying.

"And you are mine."

He looked at you and kissed you while he stayed inside of you. He loved the feeling of your combined juices, marking you as his.

"I love you so much baby."

"I love you too. You are the only one that I ever loved."

"Are you sure I can't kill him?"

Your walls clenched around his cock.

"Don't, baby. It didn't matter. He isn't you."

You kissed him softly. You didn't want him to go to jail, but you would be lying if you were saying that it didn’t excite you. If he killed for you, it would be the last thing that would prove to you how much he loved you. That would might not stop the fighting because the make-up sex was so good, but it would stop the break up for sure. You just couldn't let him kill his cousin. He was family and it was your doing.

One week later; you were watching the news while Steve was finishing cooking. You saw a missing person report. You knew that girl. You would recognise her anywhere. She was the one that touched Steve's arm at the club and that you wanted to kill. Well, you knew that you will never act on it but you still thought about it. You remembered Steve telling you that he would kill her if you wanted to. Instinctively, you knew that it was his doing. You remember waking up in the middle of the night to an empty bed. You didn't think too much about it until now.

Steve puts the food in front of you. You look at him. You move on his laps then kiss him passionately, circling his neck with your arms. You could feel yourself getting aroused just by the thought of what he did for you. It was the last proof that you needed, the last straw of possessivity. You whispered against his lips. "You're mine, and I am yours."