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~ I HATE YOU BUT I LOVE YOU ~ ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous request: hello I'm writing a lovers to enemies to lovers book but I really need some prompts bc I think there's too much bickering and not enough fluff 😭😭 pls help

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saying one thing but meaning the other aka acting hateful but having loving feelings

^ "You're the worst person" *while being super gentle/caring with the other*

"I'd do everything to ensure that they don't get away with it." *literally helping them get away with it*

A: "Ugh, I hate [Person B] so much" C: "But they're so sweet and nice to you." A: "Yeah, exactly. That's so hateful of them."

the other person has always made their blood boil but it takes them a while to realise that the reasons have changed

how can someone be so aggravating and so arousing at the same time?

being mean and provoking upfront just to do nice and thoughtful things behind their back

*both bickering* *Person A suddenly going quiet and grinning at Person B* Person B: "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Person A: "Because you're just arguing so much with me because you like me." *Person B turning red*: "... nOo..."

realising their feelings for the other person but it just makes them meaner because they're overcompensating (after all, no one should know that they're actually in love with person B)

they have been very snippy and full of snide remarks towards person B but since they realised they have feelings for them their mind goes blank and they go mute in front of person B

avoiding the other person as they're enemies but full on ghosting them once they realise their own feelings for their enemy

trying to mask their feelings in the least obvious way: just openly telling them how they're feeling because they wouldn't believe it anyway

^ "Do you know that you actually have a special place in my heart? Oh, how I love and cherish you!" "Yeah, fuck you too!"

A: "Do you sometimes feel that the line between hate and love can be very thin?" B: "They are the strongest feelings after all. Maybe they're actually the same and it doesn't make a difference whether you hate or love."

A: "Stop messing with me! You could never love me!" B: "Oh, if only you knew! I hate how much I love you!"

Who would've thought we would end up like this?

I'm watching your back as you walk away. You're watching the sidewalk disappear under your feet as they carry you away from me. You told me it was over, that we weren't meant to be.

But you can't tell me we weren't meant to be.

Those 3 a.m phone calls that lasted until 5 a.m when our alarms when off for work. The early morning coffee runs where we could barely function with our eyes shut closed from exhaustion. The burnt food the first few home dinner dates that made us gag and order take out, our sides aching from laughing so hard at the horrible flavor.

The crying and emotional times. The ups and downs as we would argue over the stupidest things and apologize for the smallest things. Cuddling close under the blankets when I felt too cold and you were too warm but you never wanted to let me go. Pulling me close by my belt loops to place a soft, gentle kiss on my lips.

When I would pack extra food for your lunch so I knew you were full and happy. The notes I would leave with a kiss mark in my signature lip gloss so you could have a kiss during the rough hour at work.

The way would be drawn to each other in a crowded room because we knew we would pick the other first and always pick each other before anyone else because our world's revolved around one another and being forced apart sometimes caused catastrophic events, but we would always find a way together.

So how could we have ended up like this?

Maybe it was the late night phone calls becoming too much. Perhaps the need of a coffee just to meet up at the beginning of the day was too demanding as we weren't always willing and it soon felt like a chore. The different restaurants we would try instead of cooking now left a horrible taste in my mouth because how can I go back there without you?

Was it the sneaking around? Was it the lying? Was it the girl from the office down the street how seemed to pull you in with the slightest of touch and smallest whisper in your ear when you thought I wasn't listening or paying attention?

Why did you call me controlling and dramatic when I just worry for you coming home late or not at all without a single text to let me know you were safe.

The way I would try new lipsticks or glosses to catch your attention again but it couldn't compare to the color she wore that I found on the collar of your shirt as I clutched it crying in silence.

Maybe she was the reason we ended up here.

•His lips latch onto yours with a burning passion, eyes full of lust and longing.

•His tongue finds it's way into your mouth, greedily lapping up every drop of your saliva, making sure he licks every crevasse of your mouth.

• A few minutes later, he pulls away breathless and needy.

"I want you." he states without any hesitation.

•••

You feel the mattress dip beside you when two strong arms pin you down as his lips latch onto your neck. Desperately sucking and biting down on the skin.

One of his hands slowly crept down to the hem of your shirt. 

"May I?" he asks. 

You nod in approval before he immediately lifts up your shirt, exposing the delicate skin under it.

He licks his lips as he observes how your chest rises and falls as you take each breath. He bends down to your chest and immediately latches his mouth onto one of your delicate buds as one of his hands fidgeted with the other. 

His unoccupied hand slowly crept its way to your crotch. He gently rubbed at it as you became more breathless from his actions.

"You like that, doll?" He breathes out as he watches you.

He unlatched himself from your chest to pull your pants down along with your underwear in one swift pull. Throwing them across the room before he did the same to his own clothes.

••• 

The both of you now lay bare as the moonlight from the window illuminated both of your bodies.

He leans in closer in your ear and whispers, "You look absolutely delectable, my love."

He gives your neck a small kiss before sitting back up, properly positioning himself between your legs.

"You ready?" 

"Mm-hmm"

He positions his tip to your entrance and slowly slides length into your needy hole. You feel a sharp pain that was soon replaced with a mouthwatering pleasure as he pushed in deeper. 

He groans as he feels your walls clenching around him. 

"Tell me when I can move, 'kay?" he says, letting you get used to his size.

A few moments later, you pat his arm as a signal that he could start moving. He nods and thrusts into you with a slow and gentle pace.

After a few more thrusts, his pace quickened; bit by bit, he started to get rougher; soon, he was pounding into you with no mercy. Making you feel like your mind was turning into goo.

Any pain you felt earlier was now completely taken over by pleasure and need.

Only grunts, moans, and the sound of skin slapping against each other were heard from your room as you both became drunk with each other.

"You still good?" he asks, tone full of love.

"Yeah—f-fuck.. please! More!" You breathlessly plead to your lover as you felt the knot that was forming in the pit of your stomach slowly becoming more and more unbearable. 

As soon as those words left your mouth, his pace became more merciless, as if a spark was lit inside him.

He put your legs on his shoulders, and oh boy, did that do you good?

He was hitting all the right places with more ease, causing your moans to get louder after every thrust. After a few more thrusts, you were ready to burst. 

His hand gently cups your cheek as he leans down.

"Go ahead, darling. Let it all go." His voice was laced in tenderness and love as he said this. Those words were enough to send you over the edge as the knot in your stomach finally burst inside you.

Your eyes shut tight, your legs closed around his waist, and your hands gripped at the sheets beside you as they came. A few moments later, his thrusts became sloppier, a sign that he's close to his own climax. After a few more thrusts, he releases his warm and gooey seed, filling you up to the brim.