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"you had just said goodnight to your friend, she had set you up in her living room on her couch, before retreating back to her room for the night. you start to drift off to sleep. when you hear her drunk dad stumble out, you don’t even think anything of it, until there is a weight above your head, and a strong smell hits your nose, you open your eyes and you’re face to face with his hairy ass, spread open wire himself" “lick it.”

As Nyx walks into the kitchen, she sees Harlow there, sitting at the table and drinking coffee. He glares at her as she walks in, but doesn't say anything.

"What're you cooking?" he asks, raising an eyebrow and looking at her skeptically.

Harlow snorts derisively. "Like I would trust you to cook anything for me," he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Just stay out of my way and let me handle my own food." He takes another sip of coffee, glaring at Nyx over the rim of his mug.

As Nyx prepares the spaghetti, Harlow eyes her suspiciously, watching her every move. He smirks to himself as he watches her struggle with the unfamiliar utensils in the kitchen. "You're a real shit cook, aren't you?" he remarks, his tone full of amusement. "I can't imagine how many times you set off the alarm in your own house."

He takes another sip of his coffee, enjoying the show.

Harlow snorts again as he watches Nyx cook, his disdain evident on his face. When she hands him a bowl of pasta, he takes it but doesn't say anything. He digs into the pasta without much enthusiasm, still eying Nyx skeptically.

After a few minutes of silence, he speaks up. "You're not as bad of a cook as I thought," he admits grudgingly. "But don't think this changes anything between us, Nyx. You still have a lot to pay for."

Harlow snorts again and shakes his head, but doesn't reply. He continues eating his pasta in silence, eyeing Nyx suspiciously. Finally, he speaks up. "You know, Nyx, you could make this a lot easier on yourself if you just admitted you were wrong," he says, his tone almost conciliatory. "I don't want to have to make an enemy out of you."

Harlow leans back in his chair, staring at Nyx with a neutral expression. "It's not about the pee," he says quietly. "It's about respect. You disrespected me, and that's not something I take lightly. If you just admit that what you did was wrong, we can move on from this."

He takes another sip of his coffee, watching her closely.

"If you don't, then we'll just have to keep playing this game," Harlow shrugs, his eyes still fixed on Nyx. "But trust me, Nyx, you don't want to play games with me. I always win."

He finishes his pasta and sets the bowl down on the table, wiping his hands on his napkin. "I'm going to go take a nap," he says curtly, pushing his chair back and getting up from the table. "Don't disturb me."

Harlow turns around sharply at Nyx's comment, his face turning red with anger. He marches back to the table, his fists clenched at his sides. "I told you not to speak about that!" he snarls, his tone full of fury. "You're lucky I don't make you suffer for that."

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Clean up this mess and leave me alone," he mutters, turning on his heel and storming off to his room.

As Nyx finishes cleaning up, she hears the sound of Harlow's door slamming shut. She is left alone in the quiet house, feeling a sense of unease and loneliness. She wonders if she should try to make amends with Harlow, or if it's better just to stay out of his way.

As she contemplates her next move, she hears the sound of her phone buzzing in her pocket. It's a message from her friend asking how things are going with Harlow. Nyx hesitates for a moment before typing out a response: "It's complicated."

As Nyx enters Harlow's room, she sees that he's still asleep, sprawled out on his bed with his mouth open. She can hear him snoring softly, but other than that, the room is quiet. It's clear that he's been sleeping for a while, and he looks peaceful for once.

Nyx can't help but feel a little bit of sympathy for Harlow. She knows that he's a bully and a tease, but she also senses that he's deeply unhappy and maybe even a little bit lost. She wonders if there's anything she can do to help him, or if it's best just to stay out of his way.

As she stands there by the door, watching him sleep, Nyx feels an odd mix of emotions. Part of her wants to reach out and touch him, to comfort him in some way, but

she knows that he'll probably just lash out at her if she tries. Instead, she decides to leave him alone and head back downstairs.

As she closes the door behind her, Nyx hears the sound of Harlow's phone buzzing on his nightstand. She hesitates for a moment, wondering if she should check it, but quickly decides against it. It's not her place to snoop around in Harlow's personal life.

Downstairs, Nyx tries to distract herself from her thoughts by turning on the TV and flipping through channels. But no matter what she watches, her mind keeps wandering back to Harlow and his complicated personality. She wonders if they'll ever be able to get along, or if they're doomed to keep clashing heads.

Harlow stirs a little at the feeling of someone getting into bed with him, but he doesn't wake up fully. He mumbles something unintelligible and rolls over, his arm brushing against Nyx.

Nyx snuggles up to him, feeling a sense of comfort in his warmth. She knows that Harlow can be difficult to deal with, but in this moment, she feels a connection with him that she can't quite explain.

As she falls asleep with Harlow's arm wrapped around her, Nyx wonders what the future holds for them, and whether they'll ever be able to find common ground. For now, though, she's content just to feel his presence beside her, and to know that she's not alone.

Harlow wakes up to find Nyx asleep beside him, with her head nestled on his chest. He can feel her slow, even breathing against his skin, and the warmth of her body next to his.

For a moment, Harlow just lies there, watching her sleep. He's used to seeing Nyx angry and confrontational, so seeing her like this - peaceful and vulnerable - is a strange contrast.

He wonders if she'll be mad at him for letting her sleep up here, or if she'll appreciate the warmth and comfort of his bed. He also can't help but feel a sense of protectiveness over her, even though he hates to admit it.

Eventually, Harlow gently disentangles himself from Nyx and gets out of bed. He knows that he needs to get ready for the day and start planning his next move. But

as he stands there, looking down at Nyx's sleeping form, he can't help but feel a sense of longing. Part of him wants to climb back into bed beside her and hold her close, to protect her from the world and keep her safe.

But Harlow knows that he can't give in to those feelings. He can't afford to be vulnerable or sentimental, especially not with Nyx. So he quickly gets dressed and sneaks out of his room, leaving Nyx to sleep peacefully in his bed.

As he makes his way downstairs, Harlow feels a familiar mix of anger and frustration. He knows that he needs to find a way to deal with his complicated feelings for Nyx, but he's not sure where to start. All he knows is that he can't let her get too close to him, or he'll risk losing control.

As Nyx makes her way downstairs, she can see that the house is quiet and still. There's no sign of Harlow, and the only sound she can hear is the ticking of the clock on the wall.

She calls out his name, but there's no response. Part of her feels annoyed that he's not around to talk to her, but another part of her understands that Harlow needs his space. Still, she can't help but feel a sense of hurt and rejection.

Nyx wanders into the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat. As she opens the fridge, she notices a note from Harlow stuck to the door. It reads: "Gone out for a few hours. Back soon. Don't wait up."

Nyx rolls her eyes at the note, feeling a mixture of annoyance and relief. On one hand, she's

As Nyx sits on the couch, she starts to feel the effects of the alcohol. Her head feels a little fuzzy and she's a bit unsteady on her feet. But she doesn't mind - in fact, she kind of likes the feeling of being uninhibited and carefree.

She flips through channels on the TV, not really paying attention to what she's watching. Despite the buzz of the alcohol, Nyx can't help but think about Harlow. Part of her resents him for always disappearing and leaving her alone, but another part of her is drawn to his unpredictable and mysterious character.

As time passes, Nyx drinks more, hoping that it will dull the ache of loneliness in her chest. But the more she drinks, the more she realizes that nothing can truly numb the pain of being alone. She starts to feel a sense of sadness and vulnerability

When Harlow walks into the living room and sees Nyx in her drunken state, he can't help but feel a sense of amusement and frustration. Part of him wants to scold her for drinking so much, but another part of him finds her vulnerability endearing.

He sighs and makes his way over to the couch, taking a seat beside her. "You're a mess," he says with a chuckle.

Nyx looks up at him and giggles. "I know," she slurs. "But it's fine, I'm just having fun."

Harlow shakes his head. "You need to be careful. You don't know what could happen if you keep drinking like this."

Nyx pouts and leans into him, resting her head on his shoulder. "I just don't want to be alone," she murmurs.

Harlow's

Harlow feels a pang of guilt as Nyx crawls into his lap. He knows that he has been avoiding her lately, and he can see now how much it is hurting her.

He wraps his arms around her, letting her cuddle up to him as she talks. "I'm sorry, Nyx. I didn't mean to ignore you or hurt you."

Nyx snuggles closer to him, whimpering softly. "I just feel so alone," she mumbles. "And I don't know what to do about it."

Harlow strokes her hair gently, trying to comfort her. "I know how that feels," he says softly. "But you have to remember that you're not alone. You have me. And I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Nyx looks up at him with teary eyes. "

Harlow feels Nyx's body shaking in his arms as she cries softly. He realizes now that he has been neglecting her needs, both emotional and physical.

"I'm sorry, Nyx," he says, feeling ashamed. "I should have been there for you more. It's just that, I've been dealing with some things lately and I haven't been in the best headspace."

Nyx sniffs, wiping away her tears. "What kind of things?" she asks, curiosity and concern mixing in her voice.

Harlow hesitates for a moment before answering. "Just some personal stuff," he says vaguely. "But it's nothing you need to worry about."

Nyx frowns, sensing that there is more to the story than he is letting on. But she doesn't press the issue, knowing that Harlow can be stubborn when it

Harlow can feel Nyx's lips on his face, and her soft kisses make him shudder despite himself. He knows that he shouldn't let himself be drawn in by her charms, but he can't help but want to give into her touch.

He closes his eyes, enjoying the feel of her twirling his hair. "I don't know, Nyx," he says softly. "I don't want to take advantage of you when you're like this."

Nyx pouts, looking up at him with big, doe eyes. "Please?" she begs. "I just want to make you feel good."

Harlow hesitates for a moment before nodding. "Okay," he says quietly. "But we have to be careful. I don't want to do anything that we'll regret later."

Harlow can feel Nyx's tongue exploring his mouth, and he can't help but be stirred by her eagerness. He kisses her back deeply, his hands roaming over her body as she slowly grinds her hips against his.

But even as he gives into the pleasure of the moment, part of him is still wary of what they are doing. Nyx is drunk, and he doesn't want to take advantage of her vulnerable state. But his desire for her is too strong to resist, and he finds himself getting lost in the heat of the moment.

He continues to kiss her deeply, his body responding to her touch as he lets himself be carried away by the intensity of their passion.

As Nyx pulls off her top and bra, Harlow feels his arousal growing. He can see her breasts clearly now, and he can feel himself getting harder as he takes them in.

He starts to reach out to touch them, but Nyx guides his hands to her breasts before pulling him into another passionate kiss. Harlow groans into the kiss, his hands kneading her soft flesh as she tugs at his hair.

For a moment, he forgets about his reservations, lost in the heat of the moment. But as Nyx continues to push her desires on him, he realizes that he needs to slow things down.

He gently pulls back from the kiss, looking down at her with concern in his eyes. "Nyx," he says softly. "We need to stop."

Nyx pouts, looking up at him with disappointment in her eyes

Harlow looks down at Nyx, his gaze showing his concern as he brushes his thumb over her cheek. "I can't do that, sweetie," he says in a gentle voice, but his tone is firm. "You're drunk, and I don't want to hurt you or take advantage of you."

Nyx pouts deeply, her eyes watering up once more. She's clearly upset by Harlow's refusal to keep going, but he knows that he needs to keep control of the situation.

He gently takes her hands away from her breasts, shaking his head firmly. "No, Nyx," he says again. "It's not safe for us to keep going. I don't want to do anything that we'll both regret later."

Harlow watches as Nyx stumbles out of his lap and starts to head for the stairs. He feels a twinge of guilt at denying her what she wanted, but he knows that it's for the best in the long run.

He gets up from the couch and follows after her, his expression still showing his concern. As she wobbles up the stairs, he gently takes her arm, steadying her as she makes her way to her bedroom.

"Come on, let me help you," he says softly, guiding her to her bed. "Lie down for a bit, and we'll talk."

Nyx nods drunkenly, sniffling as she falls onto her bed. She looks up at Harlow, her eyes pleading silently with him to understand how much she needs him.

But Harlow keeps his distance, wanting to make sure that Ny

is okay before anything else happens between them. He stands by the bed, watching her with concern as she curls up under the covers.

"Are you going to be okay?" he asks softly. "Do you need anything?"

Nyx shakes her head, burying her face in the pillow as she starts to cry softly. Harlow sighs, wanting to comfort her but also feeling unsure about what to do.

He reaches out hesitantly, stroking her hair gently as he watches her cry. "It's okay," he says softly. "I'm here if you need me."

Nyx says nothing, but Harlow can feel her tension start to ease a bit as he continues to stroke her hair. He knows that they need to talk about what just happened between them, but for now, he's content to just be there with her.

Harlow looks down at Nyx, his expression softening as he hears how upset she still is. He knows that this isn't an easy conversation to have, but he also knows that they need to talk about what happened.

"It's not about whether or not you can do it," he says gently, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "It's about making sure that we do things safely, and that we both feel comfortable with what's happening."

Nyx sniffs, looking up at him with watery eyes. "But I want to be with you," she says softly. "Why can't I have what I want?"

Harlow sighs, wishing that this could be easier for both of them. "Because sometimes what we want isn't what's best for us," he says. "I care about you, Nyx, and I

Harlow raises his hand in a calming gesture, trying to keep his tone gentle but firm. "I understand that it's confusing, Nyx," he says. "But what happened earlier was a mistake, and I don't want to make that mistake again."

He looks down at Nyx, his expression showing that he's serious. "I care about you, and that means doing what's best for you even when it's hard," he says. "We can still be together, but we need to do it safely and responsibly."

Nyx looks away, her expression still frustrated and upset. "I just don't understand why you won't give me what I want," she says softly.

Harlow sighs, wishing that he could make this easier for her. "I'm sorry, Nyx," he says softly. "But sometimes what we want isn

Harlow nods his head slowly, understanding where Nyx is coming from. He knows that she's upset and frustrated, but he also knows that they need to talk this out.

"It's okay to feel frustrated," he says gently. "But we need to make sure that we're both okay with what's happening. We don't want to do anything that might hurt one another."

Nyx huffs, still facing away from him. "I just don't understand why you won't give me what I want," she repeats, her voice muffled by the pillow.

Harlow moves closer to her, placing a hand on her back as he looks down at her. "It's not about giving you what you want or not," he says. "It's about doing things safely and responsibly. I care about you, Nyx, and I don't want to

Harlow takes a deep breath, feeling his frustration rise as Nyx continues to push the issue. He knows that he needs to stay calm and patient, but it's becoming increasingly difficult.

"I understand that you want things, Nyx," he says, his voice remaining calm but firm. "But we need to make sure that we're both comfortable and safe. We can't just do things because we want them without considering the consequences."

Nyx turns towards him, her brows furrowed as she glares at him. "But you've already had me, Harlow!" she snaps. "You've taken advantage of me before, so why are you being so careful now?"

Harlow runs a hand through his hair, taking a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking again. "I made a mistake earlier, Nyx," he says. "And I don

Harlow watches as Nyx grows more tired, sighing softly as he sees how upset she still is. He moves closer to her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.

"It's okay, Nyx," he whispers softly. "We can talk more tomorrow. Just rest for now."

Nyx doesn't respond, already beginning to drift off to sleep. Harlow continues to hold her, wanting to make sure that she feels safe and protected even in her sleep.

Harlow wakes up as well, feeling Nyx stir next to him. He opens his eyes and smiles at her softly, happy to see that she's awake.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he says gently. "Did you sleep okay?"

Nyx stretches out her limbs, looking at Harlow with a small smile. "Yeah, I feel pretty good actually," she replies. "How about you?"

Harlow nods his head, sitting up slightly before fully opening his eyes. "I slept alright," he says, stretching out his arms. "But I'm happy to see that you're feeling better."

"What do you want to do today?" he asks, looking at Nyx with an inquisitive look.

Harlow feels Nyx wrap her arms and leg around him, her kisses making him shiver slightly with pleasure. He leans into her touch, feeling a warmth spread throughout his body.

He chuckles softly as she answers his question, feeling a sense of contentment at her response. "Well, I'm definitely up for spending time with you," he replies with a grin. "But we should probably get some breakfast first. What do you feel like having?"

He strokes the small of Nyx's back gently, wanting to make sure that she's comfortable and happy.

Harlow's eyes widen slightly at Nyx's bold and sudden demand. He knows that she can be insistent, but he wasn't expecting her to be so forward.

"Whoa, there," he says, gently pulling away from Nyx. "I appreciate your eagerness, but we need to be careful about these things."

He places a hand on her shoulder, looking at her with a serious expression. "We shouldn't just do things without thinking them through first," he says firmly. "We could end up hurting ourselves or each other. I care about you too much to risk that."

He gives her a soft smile, hoping to ease the tension in the air. "Why don't we talk more about what we both want and figure out the best way to make it happen?"

Harlow hears Nyx's words and nods, understanding how she feels. He knows that their relationship can be complicated at times, but he wants to make sure that they're both happy and fulfilled in their dynamic.

"I want those things too, Nyx," he says quietly. "I care about you and I want to make you happy. And if being my little slut is what makes you happy, then we can work on that."

He pulls her close to him, holding her tightly. "But we need to make sure that we're both comfortable and safe," he continues. "We can talk more about what we both want and need, and come up with a plan together."

He rubs small circles on her back, wanting to reassure her that he's there for her. "Does that sound okay?"

Harlow can see Nyx's arousal and feels his own body responding in kind. He knows that they need to set boundaries and make sure that they're both comfortable with their dynamic, but the temptation is nearly overwhelming.

"Alright," he says with a soft sigh. "Let's talk about it."

He takes a deep breath, trying to center himself and think rationally. "First of all, we need to make sure that we're both clear on our limits and boundaries," he says firmly. "We should come up with a safe word that you can use if you ever feel uncomfortable or want to stop. And we should start out slow, maybe even start with just non-sexual things first and work our way up."

He strokes Nyx's hair gently, wanting to make sure that she's feeling heard and validated. "And most importantly, we need

to communicate with each other openly and honestly," he finishes. "We shouldn't be afraid to tell each other how we feel or what we want. We're in this together, and we both need to take responsibility for our own pleasure and safety."

He looks down at Nyx, feeling a surge of tenderness towards her. "Is that something you can agree to, Nyx?" he asks gently. "Can we work together to make sure we both have what we need?"

Harlow lets out a soft moan as he feels Nyx's hand slip into his pants, feeling himself grow harder at her touch. He can feel his resolve weakening at her words, but he knows that they need to be careful.

"That's a good safe word," he says, his voice catching slightly as she squeezes his bum. "But we still need to set some boundaries and start slow. We don't want to rush into things and end up hurting ourselves or each other."

He cups Nyx's face in his hands, looking deeply into her eyes. "I want you too, Nyx," he says softly. "And I want to teach you everything I know and make you feel good. But we need to do it in a way that's safe and respectful."

He leans in, kissing her gently on the lips. "Can we take it

Harlow pulls back slightly from the kiss, taking a deep breath and trying to control his own growing desire. He smiles down at Nyx and gently takes her hand out of his pants.

"I understand that you don't want to be respected, and I want to give you what you need," he says, his voice low and husky. "But I also want to make sure that you're safe and that we're both comfortable with what we're doing."

He strokes her hair gently, feeling his own arousal start to subside slightly. "Why don't we start with something simple, like making out or touching each other over our clothes? We can work up from there if we're both feeling okay about it."

He gives her a reassuring smile and leans in to kiss her again, this time more softly and slowly.

Harlow feels Nyx's disappointment and desire, but he knows that they need to proceed with caution. He pulls back slightly from the kiss, looking down at her with concern.

"I know it's frustrating, Nyx," he says gently. "But we need to be careful and make sure that we're both okay with what we're doing. We can't rush into things and end up hurting ourselves or each other."

He takes a deep breath and leans back in to kiss her softly on the lips, feeling her hand on his bum. He gently guides her hand back up to his chest, wanting to slow things down even further.

"Why don't we just cuddle for now?" he suggests softly. "We can just enjoy each other's company and get to know each other better."

Harlow watches Nyx storm out of the room, feeling a mix of frustration, disappointment, and concern. He knows that he wants her, but he also knows that they need to be careful and protect each other.

He takes a deep breath and follows Nyx out into the hallway, watching as she slams the door behind her. He hesitates for a moment before gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, Nyx," he says softly. "I do want you, I promise. But I also want to make sure that we're being safe and respectful of each other."

He pauses and looks at her with concern. "Is there something specific that you want?" he asks gently. "Something that we can do that would make you feel more comfortable and satisfied?"

Harlow's eyes widen in surprise as Nyx pleads with him, her words and actions making his own desire grow even stronger. He hesitates for a moment, trying to control his own emotions, before gently lifting her back up to her feet.

"Nyx...I understand that you're frustrated and want to make me feel good," he says softly. "But we need to be careful and respectful of each other. I can't let you do something like that if it makes you uncomfortable or if you're not ready."

He takes a deep breath and looks at her with concern. "Is there anything else that you want to do?" he asks softly. "Anything that we can both share and enjoy together?"

Harlow watches Nyx turn away and cry, feeling a mix of desire and concern. He wants to make her feel better, but he also knows that he can't let her do something that she's not ready for.

He gently places a hand on her back, rubbing it softly as he speaks. "I understand, Nyx," he says softly. "But we need to be careful and make sure that we're both comfortable with what we're doing. We can't rush into things and hurt ourselves or each other."

He takes a deep breath and looks at her with concern. "Is there anything else that we can do that would make you feel more comfortable?" he asks gently. "Maybe talk more about what you're feeling and what you want...or just spend some time together without any pressure?"

Harlow watches as Nyx begins packing her bag, feeling a mix of frustration and sadness. He want to comfort her but he knows that she needs space and time to sort out her feelings.

He takes a deep breath and follows her into the room. "Nyx, I understand that you're upset," he says softly. "But we can't just ignore our feelings and do something that might hurt one of us. We need to be respectful and caring towards each other, even if it's hard."

He moves closer to her and gently takes her hand. "I do want you, Nyx," he says sincerely. "More than anything. But we need to take things slow and make sure that we're both ready."

Harlow looks deep into her eyes, trying to convey his sincerity and care for her. "Can we talk more about what you're

Harlow watches as Nyx expresses her anger and frustration, feeling a mix of concern and disappointment. He knows that he needs to be patient with her and be there for her.

He approaches her slowly and places a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Nyx," he says softly. "I know that you're upset and I hear what you're saying."

He pauses for a moment before continuing. "But we can't rush into things and ignore our feelings. It's important that we communicate with each other and make sure that we're both ready and comfortable. We don't want to hurt each other or damage our relationship."

Harlow takes a deep breath and looks at her with concern. "Can we talk more about what you want and how we can make that happen in a way that's safe and respectful?" he asks gently.

Harlow watches as Nyx continues to pack her things and he feels a pang of sadness in his heart. He knows that she needs space and time to sort out her feelings, but he also wants to make sure that she's safe and cared for.

"Wait.. Nyx.. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” "Harlow says gently, sighing." “I’ll let you have it your way.. okay? We need to go slow, but we don’t have to go too slow.”

Harlow nods, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Yes, Nyx," he says softly. "You can eat my ass if you want to. But we need to make sure that we're both comfortable and ready for it."

He steps closer to her and takes her hand in his. "Let's take things slow, okay? And communicate with each other so that we're both enjoying it and feeling good."

Harlow nods, feeling a mix of desire and affection towards Nyx. "Yes, Nyx," he says softly. "I'm ready and willing to explore our desires together. But we need to make sure that we're both comfortable and communicating with each other."

He steps closer and brings his lips down to hers in a soft kiss, feeling the warmth of her body against his. "Let's take it slow and enjoy every moment together."

Harlow feels his desire for Nyx growing as she kisses him and touches him. He feels the urge to explore her body and give her what she wants.

He pulls away from the kiss, looking deep into her eyes. "I want to give you what you need, Nyx," he says softly. "But we need to be safe and respectful about it. Let's make sure that we have everything we need to make this a positive and enjoyable experience for both of us."

He reaches down and begins to unbutton his shirt, feeling a shiver of anticipation run through him. "Are you ready?" he asks her gently.