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kisses4kaia · 4 months

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MORE BROTHERS BEST FRIEND BILLY THE KID I BEG OF YOU

GIBSON GIRL .ᐟ

pairing— brothersbestfriend!william h. bonney x fem!reader

warnings— smut, forbidden relationship, p in v, oral (m and f receiving) EVERYONE IS LEGAL!!

a/n— this took an absurd amount of time sorry! she’s here now tho so plz reblog if u enjoyed! (also not a part two to the first one 🤍)

“billy, make sure she’s safe while i’m gone, will you?” jesse asks his best friend in reference to you, his innocent, sweet, little sister. and naturally, without any hesitation, billy nods. “of course, always,”

there’s something about his tone when he says it, something that hints that his opinion of you isn’t entirely fraternal, but perhaps something more profound. jesse doesn’t catch onto that, though; never having been the brightest tool in the shed.

almost ignorantly, he just nods at billy in respectful acknowledgment, kisses you on the cheek, all before leaving the house, heading into town for whatever errands needed running, leaving you and billy alone for many unsupervised hours.

god, the tension between the pair of you was palpable—thicker than molasses and sweeter than it, too. to make matters worse for the outlaw, recently, you took up a new hobby—making billy squirm. making innuendos just barely passable as innocent banter, being on your best behavior and letting him know you were like this just for him, then going and turning it around completely, becoming a complete and total brat, not heeding to mind a single word he speaks.

and fuck, it was driving him insane. he felt so ashamed of himself on nights when all his mind could conjure up before bed was images of you—images the lord would frown upon sincerely—and end up with a cum-splotched torso and a still unsatiated cock. he hated you for it.

you, with your too-tight denim shorts in july, and with your ribbons in your pigtail plaits, and your sweet, soft, wickedly tantalizing, eyes and even more venomous voice. everything about you drove him mad, and it was the very nature of your relationship that irked him the most—because, he knew, as desperately as he wanted, he could not have you. you were his best friends little sister, for christ’s sake! it was never bound to end well for him. honestly, he felt like the fates had fucked him.

so now, when you are in your bed, reading a romance novel you’ve already read twice, something outside of your window catches your eye. billy is currently out on the farm with the horses, tending to them. not an uncommon sight, however since it’s august, and this is the midwest, and it is hot—almost naturally—billy has abandoned his linen, button-up, shirt and is wearing nothing but a dirt-stained wifebeater, his trousers, and gun holster—and of course, his cowboy hat. you bite your lip at the display, sure this must be a product of one of your many erotic dreams about your brothers best friend, but all of that is debunked when he looks up at you, his catching the way your bottom lip is folded behind your teeth and your lingering gaze is burning onto his toned arms—probably a result of workin so hard as a farmhand and cowboy his whole life, you reckon—and meeting your piercing gaze.

you decide to push yourself off of your pretty, bowed, sheets and make your way downstairs to the trouble that lies within the man you grew up right next to.

“you know, it’s rude to stare,” billy chimes while you sit on an old, rackety, rocking chair residing on the back porch of your house, watching billy on the ranch. “and you think i’m above being rude?” you cock your head slightly, almost challenging him but not quite. he rolls his eyes, obviously wanting to snap back but can’t find it in him, not when you’re looking at him like that.

soon, he’s done with the work needed to have been done (admittedly, he did make haste so as to keep you waiting on him), and he’s grabbing his shirt off the pole of the wooden fence that is caging the horses in, tying the sleeves around his waist. he doesn’t spare you a single glance as he walks into the home, but you know he’s silently beckoning you to trail after him—after all, you were only out here to ogle at him, weren’t you?

when you enter the threshold of your home, your eyes land upon billy, who is pouring himself a glass of cheap whiskey and plopping down onto your couch.

“c’mon, sit down,” billy offers, sweat on his brow as the brown liquor swirls around the crystal glass, his legs spread wide and his demeanor exuding assertiveness. “well, now don’t be silly, there’s no other seat,” you acknowledge the lack of another sofa in the cozy living room, and the one billy did sit on, was only big enough to seat one. “oh, that’s no problem, doll, just sit on my lap, hm?” he cocks his head at you, daring eyes telling you all you needed to know. your raise your eyebrows and smile. “are you sure that’s what you want me to do?” your voice is a single warning, and billy is clearly throwing all caution to the wind, because he laughs. “c’mon, baby, i’m a big boy, i know what i want,” you knew what his underlying message was and the implication urged you to begin walking towards the couch.

blue eyes bore into yours as you throw a leg on either side of his thighs, skirt splaying over the tops of your thighs. he downs all the liquor in the glass before placing it onto the small coffee table next to him, eyes never leaving yours. carefully, but not fearfully, he drags a finger from your calf all the way to your waist, before both of his large hands take a rest at your love handles. “careful, billy,” you say in a singsong voice, allowing your hips to slowly, very slowly, begin moving downwards unto billy’s crotch. your arms lazily wrap around his neck, forearms resting on his strong, broad, shoulders. he kisses his teeth, bringing his face closer to yours ever so slightly, whiskey breath fanning over your face, chest, décolletage. when his lips finally encase yours, there’s so much built-up tension flowing in the passionate manner in which he kisses you, his palms grip onto your hips possessively before pressing all over your back, grappling desperately to get his calloused hands everywhere on your body all at once. he felt like he was drowning in you, but he would never call for help, for he needed you this instant and there was nothing stopping him from having you right here, right now.

“get on your knees,” he grits through his teeth, lust seething through the low growl that is his voice. you hardly think twice before moving back onto the plywood floor, knees already taking splinters, but you didn’t care, not when billy was unbuckling his denim trousers and letting his cock spring free from the confines of his boxers.

billy revels in the wide-eyed expression on your face as you take in his size. his cock was beautiful—angry, red, and proud, tip leaking with precum, pretty veins running vertically along the length. you swallow your surprise and slowly, you wrap a soft hand around the base of his length, bringing your lips down to his tip and pressing teasing kisses on it. the man above you lets out a soft groan, relaxing his muscles and allowing a strong hand to run through your hair, not quite gathering it yet, but maintaining it out of your face.

after peppering gentle kisses all over his hard cock, you finally flatten your tongue against the underside of him, licking up to the tip. you wrap your lips around his achy head and take as much as you can of him into your mouth, warm throat tightening around him. it takes everything inside billy to not immediately start fucking your fragile face, and when your tear-pricked eyes met his darkened blue ones, he roughly pulls you off of him. he throws you onto your back on the couch, like you weigh no more than a feather, hikes up your skirt and pulls your pale, pink, cotton, panties to the side. as he begins sliding his cock between your puffy folds, his tip brushes against your sensitive bud, and you whine, needing him to quit dangling the carrot and fuck you already. at the pathetic sound, billy just coos, pressing a gentle, loving, kiss to your pouted lips, before slamming his cock into your unprepared, sopping, cunt. you cry out against his lips and as he begins rutting his hips against yours, he’s trying to find restraint. he knows you probably won’t be able to walk properly for a week if he keeps fucking you like this, but the pent up tension finally being released urges him to keep fucking you primally—and plus, you wanted this, didn’t you? with your teasing, and your fucking miniskirts, everything you did was a beg for billy to fuck you into your place, right?

even in his sex-crazed state, billy’s still a gentleman who’s concerned with your pleasure just as much as his, and uses one of the hands he had rested beside your head to draw fast circles on your clit, pulling the most melodic sounds from you. they pushed him closer and closer to the edge and before you both knew it, billy was pulling out of your cunt, making you whine at the empty feeling, stroking himself a few times before painting your abdomen in his seed.

when he came down from his high, billy dropped down to his knees before you, skipping all the teasing he wanted to do (he would, next time) and licked a fat stripe up your slit, stopping at your clit and sucking momentarily. the muscle continued to work at you, dipping and fucking into your achy hole, and within minutes, your orgasm had crashed into you like a powerful ocean tide, struck by poseidon himself. you cried out his name, explicit weaved between your moans. billy just rides you through it, strong hands holding your wildly bucking hips down as you spasmed through your release.

“good girl, such a good girl,” billy cooed, the praise making your face go warm, even after he saw the most intimate parts of you. you brush off the compliment, afraid your own voice would betray you and instead reply “i take it this won’t be the last time we do… this?” and billy just chuckles darkly, picking you up off the couch and sitting himself back down, placing you prettily on his lap. “no, sugar. after this, you’re mine. understand?”

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slvtforfiction · 5 months

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hi so this is kinda cringy 😭😭

but so your like roommates with johnnie jake etc and like one morning you come down with like love bites n shit like on ur neck, collar bone yeah so like nobody knew you had a partner but then like a guy follows you downstairs (ur boyfriend) and so johnnie has been planing to ask you out for a while since he thought you were single so he's lowkey jealous (ykk???( anyways get creative with the rest of that 😘

Love bites cause breakups

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☆ Johnnie Guilbert X Reader

☆ Toxic relationship?

☆ Suggestive? Mainly Fluff

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☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

My boyfriend walked down the stairs with me,kissing me goodbye as he walked out the door and I smiled walking back upstairs before I heard my name being called.

“Who’s he?” Johnnie asked as I turned around to see him sat in the living room with Jake, “My boyfriend,I swear you’ve met him?” I said to him.

“Hm,though you were single.” He said and his tone completely changed with in the seconds I had been talking to him. I brushed it off and walked upstairs not wanting to cause a scene and texted him instead.

You:

What’s up?

Johnnie:

Wdym

You:

You completely changed when I told you I had a boyfriend,what’s wrong?

Johnnie:

Look in the mirror.

I got up out of bed leaving my phone there and walked into my on suite bathroom.

And I noticed the very visible love bite’s scattered across my neck in a deep violet.

After last night I knew I would have one or two but my neck was filled and it made me full to the brim with embarrassment.

You:

Omg! I’m so sorry if I made you two uncomfortable!!

Johnnie:

Jake didn’t notice.

You:

Oh I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable then!!

Johnnie:

u didn’t,don’t care who u get off w.

You:

Oh okay,sorry anyways though x

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Something was wrong but I didn’t know what I had done. My first thought however was to mainly cover up the marks with foundation,which I did.

I was going to a party later and my boyfriend wasn’t coming because he doesn’t like my friends.I had to beg him to go to this party anyways to be honest.

My friends don’t like my boyfriend either,they keep calling him controlling but he’s just not.

I messaged a picture of my outfit to my boyfriend and he got mad at me,to be honest I had had enough.

Maybe my friends were right,this is stupid.

“Why don’t you like it?” I asked him when he had called me, “Because men will be eyeing you up.” He told me as if he thought I was going to cheat.

“I don’t care,I don’t want them.” I told him, “You’re acting like it,take it off.” He said right back. I audibly gasped and hung up the phone call,sending him a text telling him to go fuck himself because we’re breaking up,then quickly blocked him.

He wasn’t going to ruin my night and I knew my friends would be happy I laughed to myself.

After I had got my dress on,finishing off my makeup (to cover up the discomfort of the marks on my neck) and walked downstairs to find Jake and Johnnie waiting for me in their usual,casual clothes.

“Am I over dressed?” I laughed and Jake smiled at me,Johnnie still avoided my gaze,only looking at my neck then looking away again.

“I think you’ll find we’re slightly under-dressed.” He joked with me and I smiled as we walked out the door.

“Oh also I broke up with my boyfriend.” I told them as I walked into Sam and Colby’s apartment for the party.

I walked over to grab a drink and emerged into the crowd to walk over to Sam and Colby.

“Congrats on ten mil!” I told them as I hugged them both, “Thanks!” Colby and Sam said in unison and laughed at it.

“How’s the party?” Colby said leaving everyone else to turn to talk with me. “It’s good! How’s it going for you?” I asked as I smiled at him.

“It’s all good! Where’s you boyfriend?” He asked,his eyes skimming through the crowd to find him. “Ex.” I corrected as I laughed to myself. “Shit what happened?” He asked and I began to explain.

“Pretty much it,but there’s someone better anyways.” I told him as he smiled at me putting his hand on my shoulder.

“Damn,you deserve better princess,anyways I’ll catch you later?” He said kissing my forehead as he caught me in a hug,looking over to his friends who were waiting for him. “Yeah,course.” I said smiling.

I looked over to see Johnnie in a corner with a solo cup in hand and walked over to him (after a few shots for confidence.)

“Why are you moping in a corner?” I asked,drunkenly smiling. “Why did you break up with your boyfriend?” He asked (probably avoiding the question) and I laughed putting my head down into his shoulder.

“Cause’ he’s a dick and he didn’t like my outfit and also I think someone else is pretty hot anyways.” I said,drunkenly giggling to myself.

“Maybe we should get you home,huh?” He said wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “Okay.” I said without protest.

He held my hand and led me through the crowd and out of the door.

We got in the lift,he still held my hand and I looked down smiling as I rested my head on his shoulder for the short ride.

He then opened the door to our apartment across the hall and helped me up the stairs.

He got me into bed and pulled the covers over me as I noticed I was in his room instead of mine. He then kissed my head. Just as he was about to leave I called out his name.

“Johnnie,wait.” I said and he turned around to look at me, “You should be my boyfriend.”

That was a couple of years ago,today is our 4 year anniversary.

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fhrlclln · 2 years

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hi. literally JUST found your blog. dude i read both parts of you older man eddie fix and let’s just say i’m fucking LOSING IT. LITERALLG LOSING IT. OH MY GOD THAT WAS SO GOOD KFKSKFKGKGKDKKGGK PLEASE NEVER STOP

AND MAKE A THIRD PART OF OLDER!EDDIE WHERE THEY GO ON A DATE PLS PLS PLS IM DESPRATE

bABES I GOT U. TY SO MUCH y’all r nasty. also, sorry for the wait, i have conflicts with my schedule this week and i am currently vv busy. <3

older!mechanic! eddie x fem! reader pt. 3

a wonderful date and splendid fucking? also i’d like to clarify that reader here is about 22 and eddie is 32. so it’s set in 1998. ;>

—> pt. 1 , pt. 2

nsfw/smut under the cut

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your feet carries you to the other side of the road, heart pounding and thoughts yearning. the streets were dark, only the post-lights illuminating the whole block.

it’s been exactly 5 days since the little horny incident inside of your room. shameful it felt but you didn’t give a shit. and for 5 days without your parents home, you got the whole trailer for yourself— including inviting eddie in to bless your room. the sheets smelled like him, heavy scent of sex and cologne mixed in the sheets alongside the cigar smoke, and maybe a little bit of weed. you warned him not to stain your sheets again when he‘s showing up in his work overalls. he mostly stayed through the night, he had work in the morning through night, so you were sometimes left alone to wake up seeing him leave.

and here you are, heading straight to his mechanic shop just near from the movie rental store, family video. he had informed you a while ago in the morning as he was about to leave, that he’ll take you on the date today he promised after work. you were giddy, feeling like a teenager again. you agreed, shyly kissing him goodbye, as if you’re a couple— you hoped. of course, you craved more than that fantastic sex, everything seemed to click whenever the post-sex conversation comes around. you, cuddling in his arms, talking about everything with him.

your eyes sparkled seeing him now in your view, talking with a customer, chief jim hopper you recognized. eddie looked extra good, cloth thrown over his shoulder. smiling at the older man with his arms crossed, sweat still glistening on his arms, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. he hadn’t shaved, the prominent stubble on his face showing. you grinned, waiting bit until they’re done to surprise him.

“done me a good fix-up again, munson. can’t thank you enough. joyce’s been itching me to get this oil changed.”

“no problem, chief. happy to help.” he smiled, waving off to his last customer seeing the chief leave with the fixed truck, knowing the byers-hoppers family is waiting for him.

now all he needed to do was clean up and close the shop. eager to get back to you so he can finally fucking get you on that date. he rounded to the back of the garage, tired as ever as he wiped the cloth on his greasy hands, tossing back the cloth next to the unorganized set of tools on the shelf. not noticing your light steps as you entered inside, the smell of rubber and gas in the air, making your nose scrunch. eddie was still busy putting things back, certainly annoyed of the clutter he had created throughout.

“gonna need that fucking cleaned, ah shit—“ he sighed to himself, picking up a plier on the floor. suddenly, a tap on his shoulder caught him off-guard as he swiftly turned around, not expecting anyone as he was about to hit the intruder with the pliers he was holding, he stopped.

it was you.

“baby.” he sighed, seeing you smile. “i thought i was gonna get jumped.”

“defending yourself with pliers, mr. munson?” you teased seeing his hand still raised in the air with the mini pliers. he looked intimidating enough you guessed, if he was going to hit an intruder with it.eddie rolled his eyes at you as he sets the tool down to press a chaste kiss on your cheek. you leaned into his touch eagerly.

“could poke their eyes out and shit. that little thing is sharp.” he grinned boyishly as the stubble of his chin tickled you how close he is to your face, he looked into your eyes, raising a brow at your sudden visit.

“thought i said i’d pick you up after my work?”

“s-sorry, i got a little excited. just wanna surprise you.” you bashfully mumbled. his heart thumped hearing that.

“for our date, ey?” he teased, kissing you again, on the lips this time. you whined against his mouth as he chuckled, mumbling against your lips. “you just couldn’t even fucking wait.”

“i missed you.” you whispered, circling your arms around his neck. eddie let out a low chuckle seeing you so desperate for his touch. he did missed you too, all day he’s been thinking what he’ll spoil you tonight for the date. his motor-grease stained hands dropped to his sides, a little cautious now, afraid he’s gonna get you dirty.

“as much as i would love to hold you, sweetheart. ‘m kinda greasy.” he whispers, kissing your cheek again. you huffed, visibly riled up as he stepped back with a smirk.

“i don’t mind a little grease…” you quipped, still a little shy as checked him out, leaning against the car behind you. gaze suggestive. he swore he might’ve pounced on you here and then.

“nu-uh, i’m not gonna fuck you here. it’ll be bad for business.” he chuckled, you blushed, rolling your eyes seeing him so smug as he unbuttons his overalls. familiar white tank top showing underneath as eddie busied himself in cleaning himself up in front of you. your eyes focused on him. mainly on his bulging arms, littered with tattoos over the years, you guessed. his biceps were mainly the killer part of his body you so adored, he’s buff, probably from lifting heavy objects in his profession, maybe working out from time to time.

he just looks like a fucking metal dilf.

well he’s not… yet. but, you could certainly make him one, if you could afford a child. that would be a thought you’d consider as you bit your lip, still checking him out.

“if you’re gonna keep staring like that. i might just make it true, sweets.” he warned, feeling himself harden each second seeing you innocently bat your eyelashes to him. “don’t wanna miss our date.” he added.

“you’re unfair.” you pouted making him laugh as he shrugged off the sleeves of his overalls, tying it to his waist as neared towards you, offering a cheeky smile.

“go wait by the van. i won’t be too long.” he murmured, kissing you again as you hummed and nodded. he kissed the tip of your nose before you complied. your scent leaving behind as he stared at your ass before he quickly changed back to get on with it already. hitting something along the way.

you could hear his clumsiness back in the garage. you giggled, waiting by his van for a couple of minutes. the ache in your legs a bit annoying, but you learned to be patient, knowing it’ll get what you want in the end. eddie was practically jogging towards you, seeing his hair still nestled in the collar of printed tee he wore, probably a band merch and a slutty pair of tight ripped jeans with chains dangling complimenting his whole intimidating persona, plus the scruff facial hair. he looked delectable.

“ready for your world to be rocked?” he opens the passenger side for you.

“as ever.” you nodded, fixing his hair a bit as you eagerly hopped in his van.

the start of the date was spectacular. he took you out to a diner, he was a little insecure knowing a diner wasn’t that of a fancy first date basis. but you didn’t cared, as long as you get to be with him then everywhere with him is fine. you talked, a lot, and he as well. you got to know that he actually has an uncle living in the neighborhood, just that he had move out a couple years ago with him having a stable business. most of his friends are still in hawkins, you also got to know about the incident back in ‘86 before the supposed earthquake happened.

“so you were eddie the freak.” you quoted, shocked and somewhat sad that he had such a bad reputation in this small town back then. “that’s so horrible.”

eddie winced at that. “took them years for that title to get it out of their mouths.” he shrugged, looking somewhat sad now. “but the charges dropped. i’m a free man now since then, sweetheart. people learn to forget.”

“still.” you frowned, knowing how fucked up he must felt for the whole town to blame him for a murder he didn’t do. “that must’ve been hard on you. having the whole hawkins call you that.”

“somewhat.” he nodded bitterly then smiling widely seeing you pout so cute, knowing your empathy.

“don’t go being sad for me, sweets. wanna see you happy.” he grasped your hand, bringing it close to his lips as he kissed it. “it’s all in the past.”

“would’ve defended you back then.” you sighed, giving a small smile.

“and you were 10 back then.” he sipped his milkshake, smirking as your eyes widened.

“don’t r-remind me that!” you huffed and blushed, the age gap between you two wasn’t a big deal for eddie, you were both consenting adults. but he somehow liked to tease you how you got charmed by his old-ass. even though he looked like a intimidating middle-aged man, you got to learn he had a boyish side of him that fitted his personality perfectly. he’s still eddie from ‘86, just a little matured, old and hotter.

and here the two of you are, laying down on his couch this time, watching a movie on the t.v. hocus pocus playing through. your whole body was snuggled up against his, warmth radiating from him. he took a shower, complaining he ought to smell good before you latch on him. he smelled good, his hair was slightly damp, he had a cigarette on his lips as he lazily took a whiff from time to time, focusing on the screen.

dilf. you screamed in the inside, how the fuck were you so lucky right now? your eyes hungrily glanced at him slyly. you weren’t really paying attention to the movie from the start, you just knew ‘i put a spell on you’ was playing, focused on the man snuggled up against you. eddie wasn’t that oblivious as he puffed a smoke away, speaking up.

“you really do have a staring problem, don’t you?”

“h-hm?” you averted your gaze from him to o the screen, thighs clenching, his hand on your thigh squeezed tight as you wiggled at his touch. eddie leaned down to place a kiss on your jaw, the residue smell of the cigar on his mouth a nice seductive touch. you keened at it, giggling as he descended down to your neck, peppering kisses.

“eddie.” you whined, feeling him nip your neck, as winifred sanderson sung the chorus in the background. your neck craned to give him access as eddie chuckled against your soft skin, latching away as he stubbed his cigar on the ashtray.

“you’ve been eye-fucking me all day, sweetheart.” he casually says, pulling you close.

“weren’t you the one who started that first?” you challenged, implying on the eye-fucking, remembering the time he had fixed your dad’s car, you were there, sitting patiently beside your dad while he sent you teasing glances from time to time. he was bold to do that while you were literally beside your father, blushing furiously at it.

“well, yeah.” he rolled his eyes, the smug grin on his lips never fading. “but look at what that did now. i got you.” he cooed, covering your neck with kisses again, making you ticklish when his lips grazed that sweet spot. he peppered more on that.

“you’re i-infuriating.”

“and you’re a fucking vixen.” he growled. “since that day you invited me in, that innocent persona of yours was gone, huh?” he pushed you down the couch as he towered over you, the ache in his jeans too painful. “you just couldn’t even wait now. so impatient, sweetheart. fucking greedy.”

“eddie, please—“ you squealed as he ripped off the bottom of your clothes, getting you in your underwear as he shrugged off your top as quickly as possible. almost ripping the cloths. he threw them away somewhere as he basked in the bareness of your torso and your legs. the marks he left yesterday still prominent on your soft skin. his tongue stuck out of habit as he reached for the back of his shirt to pull it over his head. you whimpered seeing his bare chest, chest hair prominent, his pale skin littered with tattoos and fading scars you’ve noticed yet did not pester to ask him about those. his guitar pick necklace rest beautifully on his pecks.

“be quiet.” he shushed you, gesturing to take your bra off. you complied, arching your back a bit as you unclasped it, your breasts bouncing out of it’s confines.

“jesus.” he muttered seeing your plumps of flesh jiggle before him as you tossed the bra away, setting back down on the couch comfortably. he grinned, descending down as you opened your legs eagerly for him. his hands touched your thighs, mounding the plump flesh as he kissed your knee then downwards. the stubble of his chin tickling you as you giggled at it.

“your beard’s tickling me.” you huffed, mixing with pleasure as eddie ignored you, focused on the wet patch on your cotton panties. wet and waiting for him.

“yeah, you fucking like it.” he quipped, curling his fingers on the hem of it as he roughly pulled it down to your ankles. your eyes widened as your bare cunt hit the cold air, eddie chuckled seeing you wriggle, he sat back down as he kissed your inner thigh, looking straight back at you with eager eyes. you blinked seeing him smirk.

“eddie…”

“be quiet while i eat your pussy out. wouldn’t want our christian neighbors hearing us.” he warned, diving in between your legs with no further warning. you squealed quietly feeling his tongue lap your wet cunt.

he ate you out like a man starved off his last meal. he was messy, so sloppy with his tongue circling your clit, sucking the engorged bead in his mouth, moaning at the same time with your tang taste. the vibrations sent pleasure all over your body as your hands gripped his curly hair. he groaned at the harsh pull, liking the way your thighs were squeezing his head. he could die like this, an honorable man’s death, dying between your legs and breathing in your pussy out like oxygen. god, would it make him more than happy. he lapped, sucked, shoved his fingers in to ready your cunt. eager to shove his whole cock in, remembering seeing your face of pleasure as he slurped your cunt out. he fumbled with jeans now as your quiet whimpers and moans riled him up.

he wasn’t going to hold back now.

“f-fuck!” you mumbled in the cushion of his couch. gripping the weed-scented cushion tight as your knees gave out a while ago. after he fucking ate you out, coaxing at least one powerful orgasm, he manhandled you onto your hands and knees, shoving his cock in, a little rougher but still slow to not hurt you. he fucked you from behind, hands gripping your ass, the sound of skin slapping lewdly filling his trailer.

“eddie, right t-there!” you gasped, the tip of his cock hitting that spongy spot making you see stars as your hand descended down to rub your clit.

eddie grinned. “right there, huh?” he mocked, pounding in harder as he shoved your hand away for his to replace, rubbing your wet bean faster. you sobbed, relishing the way his girth of a cock pound into with no mercy. you mewled, chanting his name like a prayer. your head went mushy, all you could feel and think about was his member, abusing your poor pussy as you babbled your mouth out, managing to keep it hush. eddie craved for your fucked-out brain, so cock-drunk as he is so pussy-drunk now. that title of his spewing out of your mouth now driving him wild.

“mr. munson…”

he shuddered.

“mr. munson, p-please.”

he remembers the first time you uttered that name out. like a aphrodisiac he so wanted to lure him in.

“mr. munson!”

like a fucking siren’s song that’ll drown him here and now.

“eddie—“

that one quiet whimper got him into a frenzy as he fucked himself faster, feeling his balls tighten as well as your cunt around him. he rubbed your clit, his chest pressing against your back, one arm situated at the side of your head for leverage, rutting into ruthlessly as he captured your lips, not caring if his neck would sore. you moaned, titling your head up uncomfortably, hand gripping his bicep, tongue circling with his as one last thrust sent you two over the edge to—

pure fucking euphoria.

eddie rode it out, driving your orgasm high as you milked him tight. your belly snapped, gushing out a bit of your liquid as he pumped you up full of his thick milky cum. you moaned as he grunted, pushing his cock in further, before he removed his hand from your clit, slumping against your body as his mouth panted against yours. you sighed breathlessly, your eyes fluttered staring at his brown ones. just pure affection.

“so g-good, baby. did so good.” he whispered hoarsely, kissing you again, soft and gentle this time. you hummed, reciprocating with ease. your bodies were hot against each other, sweat glistening both your skins. you kissed him so full of passion as you smiled against his lips. your heart thumped, the familiar feelings of butterflies as you pulled away to pressed your forehead to his. relishing the moment of the aftermath. his cock still buried inside you, connecting you two.

“thank you.” you mumbled, pecking his lips, thankful for the date and all. eddie smiled sweetly, his pearls showing briefly as the tip of his nose brushed against yours. something snapped in the moment as his gaze turned serious. the sound of the car in the background earning your attention as you focused on him. he looked like he was about to confess.

he stuttered, heart beating loudly as he admired you, chest full of adoration. “i l—“

“where in the hell is y/n at!?” your eyes both widened at the sound of your father’s voice. you gasped as you looked at eddie with complete shock, cock still buried in your pussy as your parents just fucking arrived back from their anniversary vacation.

“oh fuck.” you groaned as eddie let out a laugh. you glared at him as you squeezed him tight making him groan. putting his whole body weight on you as you yelled at him.

“ohh, fuck indeed, sweetheart.”

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FUCK. literally. they fuck a lot.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #older!eddie #mechanic!eddie #joseph quinn #stranger things #fnhrlcllnwrites #eri’s quick ideas 💡 ｡･:*˚:✧｡

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PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER (PT. 2)

PAIRING kevin moon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 5.60k

GENRES angst ﹒little bit of fluff ﹒little bit of smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, reader is better than me cause i would not let kevin do all the shit he’s done 😭, ANYWAY i digress, this part is very reader-centric — whereas part one is very kevin-centric, inner turmoil goes absolutely crazy, most of this fic is reader putting kevin in his place and him realizing how big of an asshole he truly is, mentions of injury (past tense), mentions of insecurity, lots of arguing, reader cries at one point or another, the smut places a very minimal role in this, but unprotected sex, public sex (the auditorium dressing room), no foreplay but wtv we fall like soldiers in battle, pussy job lowkey (high key…), creampie, lmk if i missed anything!

SUMMARY it wasn’t like you and kevin hated each other. in fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. well, now that you’re paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess it’s the perfect time to find out why.

MORE oh my god. it’s finally fucking here. A MONTH, 2 SICKNESSES AND MANY MANY STRESSFUL NIGHTS LATER— part two of princess and the pauper is here!!! i’m so sorry to those of u who have been itching and waiting on me to get ‘er done,,, it’s been an ordeal to say the least, and while it’s nearing the two month mark since the black out or back out collab was announced, SHE FINALLY FINISHED!!! for once i saw something through omg i can sleep peacefully and work on my other wips without guilt now… 😭 ALSO THANK U SO MUCH MAYA @/kimsohn FOR PUSHING ME THROUGH THIS and for making me thug it out bc without u it definitely would’ve taken much longer to finish 💔 please dont forget to read part one and the other fics in the series if u haven’t!! both are linked below! and as always, pls reblog if u enjoyed <3

PART ONE | SERIES MASTERLIST

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies @vernyangel @ericlvr @sunwooverse @kimsohn

TAGLIST @millksea @deobibbang @deobi0412

Never in your life have you felt so… Confused.

It wasn’t just confusion that settled deep in the pit of your stomach. There was a sharp pain there too, like someone stabbed you and twisted the knife. That was probably the best way to describe what you were feeling. You were bleeding out, and no one was coming to save you.

Kevin wasn’t answering your calls. He wasn’t answering your texts. He ran out of the lecture hall as soon as class was over, never giving you a moment to speak to him. It was making you nervous.

You still had half of a dance to choreograph and a fuck ton of pressure riding on your back. After the last performance you and him did together, you’d have a lot of eyes on you. It most definitely wasn’t your fault that he dropped you. How many people willingly want to acquire a broken ankle? The crutches were a bitch to maneuver around with. But like every single thing that’s happened in the three years you’ve known Kevin Moon, he’s managed to place the blame on you like it was.

It was crucial that you make amends with him even if it was momentarily. Your final grades were dependent on your performance. If he couldn’t get his shit together for at least that, he was a lost cause in your mind. Not even your professor would be able to refute that fact. Actually, nobody would be able to refute that fact.

Your lips form an O as you blow the steam away from your coffee, pulling out your phone to try Kevin’s phone once again. The line rings a few times before going straight to voicemail like it has the past couple weeks. You kiss your teeth, tying your sweater around your waist as you slump in your chair. The baristas at the campus cafe were probably sick of seeing you sitting in the same high-top counter spot since the incident with Kevin in the studio.

“Y/N?”

Ji Changmin appears beside you and you click your phone off, so he wouldn’t see his friend’s contact on the screen. You give the Early Childhood Dev major a weak smile.

“Changmin! What’s up? How are you and your girlfriend?” You hope he can’t recognize the distress written all over your features. You highly doubt it, though. You can feel the wrinkles pulling at your skin.

“We’re good! How’s the showcase performance going with Kev?” He asks like he knows something you don’t. When your lips fall to a thin line, an all too familiar grimace, he sighs a knowing sigh. “Do I have to smack some sense into him?”

“Not gonna lie, yeah, you do. He’s being really fucking difficult and like half of our dance is unfinished. I can’t even get a hold of him, so I’m starting to lose my patience.” You express your annoyance. The border between complacency and free-will was a lot slimmer than one might think. For example; your feelings when it comes to Kevin Moon.

You don’t expect to get a returning call later that night when you’re washing dishes after dinner.

In fact, you don’t even hear it at first, too absorbed in scrubbing the staining out of your bowl. It’s when your roommate yells out to you, that you snap out of your reverie, albeit dazedly. You dry your hands on a nearby tea towel, hitting the green answer button without a second glance at the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Are you free tomorrow?”

Your heart catches in your throat. You recognize the owner of the voice practically by the first breath into the receiver alone. It’s actually kind of unhealthy how quickly it took to realize who was on the other end. You swallow heavily, praying he doesn’t hear the gulp.

“In the latter part of the afternoon, I believe. Why?” You try not to sound hopeful. That’s one thing you’ve learned being in the same vicinity as Kevin Moon. You could never be too expecting, because it would only lead to disappointment. And you’d dealt with enough of that the past few years.

“We need to finish this fuck ass choreography,” he grunts, and it takes everything in you to bite your tongue. “I’ll meet you in the same studio at 4.”

He doesn’t let you get anything else in, hanging up swiftly. You deflate as you set your phone back on the counter. All you had to do was push through these next couple weeks, like you always have when it came to him.

That should be a piece of cake, right?

Wrong.

“No, that looks stupid.”

You grit your teeth, swiping the back of your hand on your forehead. You’d been inside of this studio maybe 30 minutes tops, and you were on the verge of strangling Kevin. With as long as you’d been putting up with his shit, you thought getting through this wouldn’t be as rough as it’s been. But if there was one thing Kevin Moon had, it was pride.

“We don’t have time for you to nitpick right now. Let’s just finish the choreography and clean it after.” Your hands rest on your hips, nostrils flaring.

“If we clean as we go, we’ll have more time to drill it into our systems and get down muscle memory. It’ll be a stronger performance.” He argues. You roll your eyes as you turn away from him, taking a water break to calm yourself. “Why do you have so much fucking attitude today? You were the one preaching to the choir about me making things difficult. It seems the tables have turned.”

Usually, you were pretty good at keeping your frustration at bay when it came to Kevin’s remarks. You liked to think it was because you were down bad for the guy, despite him always wanting nothing to do with you. But as of late, (Read: Since your performance of Princess and the Pauper) every little comment he’s made has managed to crawl under your skin like a damn parasite. You were beginning to get real sick of it.

“God, you’re so—“ You interrupt yourself to groan, fingers curling into fists. “You’re fucking insufferable. Do you know that? I’ve been bending over backwards to ensure we aren’t kicked out of the goddamn program and you don’t even fucking care. Over what? A kiss that you initiated?”

Kevin is stunned into silence, not at all prepared for you to blow up on him like that. After all, that razor thin line between complacency and free-will had yet to be crossed. And well, it appears that you just crossed it. You whip around toward him, pulling down the collar of your t-shirt to reveal the faintest of bruises that still remains from your impromptu act of intimacy.

“I’ve had to look at this every day for a week and all it’s done is make me feel shitty, ashamed of something I didn’t even start. Now I need you to stop acting like an ass and get it together so we can finish this and perform the best dance this university has ever seen.” Your chest is heaving up and down, similarly to when you made out against the mirrors last week. Except this time isn’t out of breathlessness, but rather anger and exhaustion.

Kevin’s eyes don’t leave the hickey on the base of your throat, something undetectable swimming in them as he stares. You can’t read the emotions swirling rampantly in his irises, a mixture of too many blurring into one another. Honestly, it’s funny. It’s funny that it’s taken you this long to get him to shut his mouth for once.

So you laugh.

It’s a snort at first, an off handed projection of how comical the situation has become to you. But then it metamorphoses into a small giggle, which leads to full scale laughter that has you hunching over your knees and wiping away tears. This whole thing is stupid. Absolutely fucking stupid.

“What are you laughing at?” His eyebrow raises in question, broken from his weird trance.

“I just can’t believe it took three years for me to shut you up,” you shake your head slowly, rubbing your eye with the heel of your palm. “You’re always the one who can’t stop talking.”

Kevin deadpans, mouth pulled pin-straight as his expression drops. “You’re so unserious.”

As the height of your laughter reaches a valley, you collapse onto the ground, resting your back against the mirror. You take another long sip of water before sighing. “Look, I know this isn’t ideal. Trust me, I know. But, we’ve gotta set aside our differences just this once. Please, for the sake of the department.”

“Fine,” he murmurs, plopping down beside you to stretch his back. “Let’s finish choreographing so we can start cleaning it up.”

It’s a victory in your book, and probably the most obedient the Pisces has ever been. Maybe this wouldn’t end in complete disaster like you assumed it would. It turns out Kevin Moon wasn’t entirely brainless and knew when he was wrong. Sometimes. Maybe. We’ll see.

You shut your eyes and visualize what you’ve choreographed so far, going over the moves in your head to see if the rest will come to you like a prophecy. It’s wishful thinking, but with how much you’ve accomplished since setting foot in the studio, you’re willing to try anything. The track would be nice for elements of hip hop style choreography, but you knew the audience wouldn’t eat it up as much as they would the route you’re currently taking.

Driver roll up the partition, please…

The song plays through the speakers and you watch as Kevin stands to run through everything you have. You’re entranced by his movements, the flow of his body on certain points. It’ll look ten times better once you’re doing it with him, costumed and performing it perfectly in front of a crowd. You can picture it now, the gentle but controlled glide of his hands along your arms when Beyoncé sings “We ain’t even gonna make it to this club”. He was right. You very well might be seduced by your enemy.

“Should we use props?” You suddenly voice, eyes narrowed in thought. He hums.

“That’s… not a half-bad idea, actually,” his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “What did you have in mind?”

“A chair, maybe,” you look away from him, placing your focus on the way your toes alternate between a tendu and relaxed position. “That could take up a good chunk of the choreo.”

Kevin stalks over to the supply closet in the corner of the studio, pulling out a folding chair. He puts it in the center of the room gently, careful to not scratch up the wooden, lacquered flooring. You spend the next couple of hours brainstorming through numerous versions of the dance. While it was a lot easier than your past practices, there were still the occasional argument over which movements looked good and whatnot.

At a certain point, everything becomes cohesive and the end is near. You gulp down some water as Kevin does some random choreography. It’s then that it comes to you, like a vision from That’s So Raven. You practically drop your water bottle, scrambling to your feet and stopping him. Your breath is heavy from fatigue and you’re slightly afraid of even suggesting this, but it’s exactly what this dance needs. It’s exactly what everyone wants to see from the two of you.

He pauses the music and gestures for you to get on with it. You push down the lump in your throat, scared of rejection. But maybe he was smart and he would agree that this is what you have to do. “What if we did a lift?”

You see the hesitation swirling in his eyes and you raise a finger before he can shut you down entirely. “Nothing crazy like… um— you know— Princess and the Pauper, but something smaller. Something… sexy? Like, Dancing with the Stars type beat.”

When he shrugs instead of outright dismissing your idea, you know you’ve won. He nods slowly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. “Okay, sure. But we better clean up everything else fast so we can perfect the lift.”

The two of you take another three hours running the entirety of the choreography, ingraining the moves into your brains and muscles. You still had a bit until the actual showcase, but your priority now lies with the lift. If you nailed it, the entire department would very well grovel after you in reparation for all of the slack you got after Kevin dropped you. Hell, the entire university would kiss your feet. This was your redemption. In more ways than one.

You both decide to call it a day at around 9:30 PM. Your hands reach for your belongings and then you halt yourself, a thought coming to mind. While you had him in this weird state of obedience, you figured it was as good a time as any to ask the question that’s been weighing on you for the past few years. Your fingers swipe away the sweat beading around your hairline.

”Kevin,” you start, voice a lot softer than before. “Why do you— what did I do to make you dislike me so much?”

He’s caught completely off guard, eyes widening in surprise. If he was anticipating you to say anything else prior to parting ways tonight, he didn’t think this would be it. He’s actually a little off put that you hadn’t asked him this already in the span of your definitely-one-sided rivalry. He takes a large gulp of water.

”I’d call it indifference, not dislike,” he corrects after a pregnant silence. “It’s really fucking stupid thinking about it in hindsight. I don’t know if you remember this time, way back in our first year, we ran into each other at the campus cafe— literally, might I add— and you spilled your coffee all over this white shirt of mine that Changmin had gotten for me as a birthday gift. I only recently found out that it wasn’t as expensive as he made it out to be.”

You blink at his admission, processing his words as thoroughly as possible. You don’t know what you wanted him to say. You weren’t even sure if there was a concrete reason for him to be so fucking mean to you all this time. And now that you know, you come to the conclusion that Kevin Moon isn’t as smart as you’ve painted him out to be in your head. He’s actually a gigantic idiot. Because who in their right mind goes through these lengths to form a distance between the only other person on par with their talent?

Before you can stop yourself, you’re bursting into another fit of laughter. Kevin falters at your reaction. He was waiting for you to blow up on him, to scream in his face for causing you so much pain and unnecessary drama over something so silly. So when you do none of that, when you start fucking laughing like a damn hyena, he feels dumb. Like his entire college career has been built off of nothing.

”This is so—“ you pause to gather your bearings, wiping away the tears that managed to escape. “We’ve spent so much time going back and forth over some spilled coffee? Surely you’ve realized how insane that is at some point.”

”It took a lengthy argument with Changmin, but yeah, I did,” he nods, adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder. “Old habits die hard, I guess.”

You worry your lower lip between your teeth, finally getting your things together. The two of you bid each other an awkward goodbye. Neither of you knew what to make of your relationship now that things had been partially sorted through. There was a fuck ton of baggage that still had to be sifted, but at least you had an answer.

That was enough to push through this showcase performance. You think.

You’re nervous.

Never in your entire life have you ever been this nervous for a performance.

You grew up doing musical theatre and dancing, it’s always been the one constant presence you could rely on. But standing here, backstage at the showcase, you think you’re going to throw up. Your palms are clamming up uncontrollably and your chest feels unbearably heavy as you watch the quartet doing a contemporary piece to some ballad you couldn’t be bothered to remember the name of. There were still a couple groups before you.

Not even when you had to perform fuckass Princess and the Pauper were you this anxious. You wince, trying to stop the incessant bouncing of your leg. Your weight keeps shifting from one hip to the other. As a seasoned veteran, you don’t know why you feel this way. Maybe it had to do with all the pressure riding on this very dance. Every single eye in that crowd was going to scrutinize your every move on that stage.

“Calm down,” a voice whispers harshly from beside you. “You’re making me nervous.”

Kevin wraps his fingers around your wrist, stopping the annoying tap-tap-tap your own were doing against your thigh. He gives you a look, and you sigh. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

That’s a lie. Not only was the high expectations from the entire school getting to you, but so was the fear of history repeating itself. He knows this, it was inevitable. After what happened the last time he was tasked with lifting you, it was only natural.

”We’ve drilled this dance hundreds, if not thousands, of times, Y/N. We’ll do just fine.” Kevin assures you.

His hand feels foreign holding yours, like it was illegal for his skin to be touching your own. You feel your lower lip quiver, a sense of trepidation that you’ve never once felt creeping down your spine. Your mind was spiraling, and quite honestly, Kevin being so close was making it worse. All you could think about was him dropping you again, leaving you in the middle of the stage with a broken leg and a broken heart. You release a shaky breath and he turns to face you.

Your eyes widen and he searches your face for any disingenuity. When he finds his answer, he brings the hand that was holding yours up to cup your cheek. He’s cautious, afraid he might break you like he always does. He waits for you to shove him away and to yell at him for being a fucking coward.

You don’t. You stay still, hoping he follows through with what you think he’s about to do. And then he does.

It’s such a featherlight peck of his lips on your own, you almost don’t even register. But sparks shoot from the source all the way to the tips of your fingers. You feel as if you were dealt a static shock of electricity, your whole body buzzing from the small kiss alone.

He pulls away just in time for the stage manager to inform you that you’re next. Kevin rolls his neck jogging over to the wings to patiently await your performance like he hadn’t just kissed you a moment ago. You blink dumbly, two fingers coming up to touch where his lips had been. Sure the nerves were gone now, but the sensation of butterflies swarming about in your stomach easily replaced that. What the fuck was his problem?

“Our last performance is one I’m sure all of you have been waiting for. Kevin Moon and Y/N L/N with Partition!”

Before you know it, you and Kevin are in position, your body squared upstage and his to the crowd. Your eyes are closed, but you can feel his arm wrapped around your waist and his steady breathing on your nose. The spotlight switches on, the heat of the lighting warm against the side of your face. It’s silent in the auditorium, but it rings in your ears. You could do this.

Let me hear you say ‘Hey Miss Carter’…

You move on reflex, muscle memory kicking in instantaneously. Each circle of your hips, every turn you make— a fouetté here, a pirouette there, a couple coupes, each roll of your body. But what really gets you is the long brushes of Kevin’s skin on your own. You’d practiced with distance between the two of you. There was a tension that had been there for years. Now it’s all coming to a rolling boil, a new uncharted tension that every single member in that audience could see.

And then comes the lift.

You, along with everybody in the auditorium, practically hold your breath when Kevin’s hands grip your hips. He raises you above him with all of his strength, completely focused on you and only you. You shut your eyes and feel the moment, like, really feel it. Your body is relaxed, the Dirty Dancing-esque lift bringing the whole performance together just like you knew it would. The only difference from the movie and real life is the fact that you’re flipped, your backside to Kevin and your chest to the ceiling.

Your eyes flutter open, the spotlight all but blinding you, and you finally feel content. Like everything has fallen into the right place for once in your life. Especially so when Kevin sets you down gently and you finish your dance with the utmost confidence.

The crowd erupts into a roaring chorus of applause, going as far as giving you a standing ovation. Holy shit. You pulled it off. You actually managed to pull it off.

Your face feels like it might split from how big your smile is. You and Kevin bow, walking off stage. You’re entirely too happy right now, a newfound energy overtaking you as you trail behind him.

“We did it!” You cheer as you follow him towards the dressing room where your things are. You’re the only ones left backstage, everyone else filtering out between performances. Kevin doesn’t give you much of a response, just a small nod of acknowledgment. Your smile falters. “What the hell is your problem?”

”Nothing, Y/N, fuck. Can you just mind your own fucking business?” He snaps, turning around to glare at you just as the door slams behind you. You instinctively flinch at both loud noises. His features soften but you take a step back from him.

You aren’t sure why you’re surprised. This isn’t anything new. Kevin has always made it crystal clear that he wasn’t your number one fan. Being neutral for your performance wasn’t enough to repair all the holes in whatever your relationship was, and you should’ve known better. You shouldn’t have let your guard down so easily. You should’ve expected this. Old dogs can never learn new tricks.

But Kevin’s scared. He’s afraid of letting you in after all the mess he’s put you through. The only thing he’s good at doing is hurting you, over and over like there was a prize that came out of it.

”Look…”

”No, you listen to me,” you swallow heavily, tears already tight lining your eyes. “Kevin, I have taken so much shit from you. Over these past few years I have just sat there and let you unload all your fucked up insecurities onto me. Have you ever wondered why? Have you ever thought to stop and think about why I let you be so mean to me without even questioning it?”

He says nothing, just stares with his lips parted. They open and close like a fish out of water, words there at the tip of his tongue but refusing to make their escape. And then one of your tears rolls down your cheeks and he’s directly in front you, his heart on his sleeve for the first time since you’ve met him.

”Why?” The simple question is so quiet, you almost don’t hear him. But his eyes hold so much hurt, so much anguish that you’ve never seen in a person before.

“I’ve had feelings for you for so long, it’s actually starting to ache. You’ve only ever seen me as this thing, this obstacle. And I’m afraid that that’s all I’ll ever be to you, because you won’t let me be anything else. You won’t—“

”That’s not true, Y/N,” Kevin sighs, looking off to the side, away from you. “I just— it’s complicated. It’s more than just being rivals.”

”So help me understand,” you frown. “Let me in, please.”

”My entire life I’ve had to work to get to where I am. I’ve fought tooth and nail to be as good of a performer as I am today. There were so many hoops I had to go through to even get into this program and— and I thought I’d finally become the best I could be. I thought that there was no way anyone could ever be better than me. And then you showed up. You and your pretty smile and your natural ability to be the best at everything you do. It was like you were the real life manifestation of all of my critics, of every challenge I faced to get here. Where I had to practice day and night to perfect something, it just came to you like second nature. During Princess and the Pauper, when I dropped you, it truly was an accident. But we’d spent so much time nailing it, that it— I just made myself feel better by saying it was your fault. ‘How could it have been my fault if I perfected it?’ I was jealous and petty and it was just easier to blame hating— to blame my indifference on you spilling coffee on my stupid shirt. For that, I’m sorry.”

You don’t know what you were waiting to hear, but it wasn’t that. Your tears turn into full on blubbering, because what the fuck? That’s so much burden for someone to carry on their shoulders for three years.

“Why are you— why are you crying?” He flounders, reaching up to swipe away your tears.

“I wish I knew… I wish I could’ve helped you somehow,” you sniffle. “Kev, I’ve always admired you and your work ethic. I hoped one day I’d be half as disciplined as you, half as determined.”

He blinks. You’re both dumb, aren’t you? Too focused on the wrong things. You both could’ve been a lot less hateful, a lot less miserable, had you just spoken your differences out. This entire rivalry has been completely one sided, but also built off of plain stupidity and ignorance. He supposes it’s not too late to make amends if you aren’t running in the opposite direction despite everything he’s put you through.

Kevin leans forward, hand still pressed to your cheek, and connects your lips softly. He’s testing the waters, making sure you’re comfortable before he continues anything. When you don’t back away just yet, he adds more force, deepening the kiss like a man starved. You whine against his lips.

This is what you’ve been wanting from him. More than what he gave you before your performance, but not what happened in the studio a few weeks ago. This desperation isn’t abashed lust, it’s unbridled affection— it’s everything he’s holed inside of himself for years, unwilling to let it see the light of day until now. If you were to label anything as perfection, it wouldn’t be a dance or a moment on stage, it would be this. Just you and Kevin finally bringing yourselves together in the most intimately emotional union.

He pulls you closer to him, hands sliding down to grasp at your waist, bunching up the thin fabric of your leotard. You can’t help but bury your fingers in his hair, tugging when he nips at your lower lip. A gasp permeates the air when his mouth travels south, along your jaw and down the side of your neck. He bites and sucks the tender skin at the base of your throat, ensuring he leaves his mark on you. This time isn’t careless, this time he has purpose. He wants everybody to know that you’re his, that you’re the only person insane enough to put up with him.

Your breathing is shaky when you reach behind you to lock the dressing room, dragging him over to the long vanity adjacent to you. He slots between your legs when you hoist yourself onto the surface. He pecks your lips and pauses his movements, rubbing up and down your thighs. In the dim, yellow lighting of the room, you look so gorgeous. He’s always thought you were beautiful, the most stunning thing he’s ever laid his eyes on, but he’s repressed it for so long. He wants to take his time staring at what he’s avoided.

”You’re so pretty,” he says quietly, kissing you again and again and again. “I don’t think I can last long with you.”

“Can we skip the foreplay?” You ask, bottom lip jutted into a pout. “Need you to just fuck me like you mean it.”

Kevin’s forehead falls to your shoulder with a groan. “I don’t deserve you,” God, he’s such an idiot for holding out from this. You should’ve been given the world and so much more. He has a lot of lost time to make up for. He kisses your shoulder with a sigh. “Yeah, baby, I can do that.”

You don’t waste another second, slipping your arms through the sleeves of your leotard. He has to bite down on his tongue when he sees that you’re braless, fingers going slack as they unbutton the rest of his silk shirt. You shimmy out of the one piece, left in nothing but the fishnet stockings you wore underneath and your lacy panties. Kevin thinks he must’ve done at least something right in a past life to experience this.

Your eyes sparkle as you look up at him, undoing his slacks and kicking them down his legs with your feet. Something takes over him when he rips a bigger hole in your stockings, pushing your underwear to the side. His thumb glides through your folds with ease, your slick providing enough lubricant. He pushes your lower lips apart while you busy yourself shoving his underwear to his ankles.

His cock slips inside of you with less friction than he would’ve thought, but he doesn’t complain, screwing his eyes shut as he acclimates to the feeling of your walls surrounding him. You moan, such a soft sound that he nearly loses his balance.

“You feel so good, baby,” he coos, digging his fingers into your hips as he rocks his own. “You’re so so perfect.”

The praise is too much for you, given the circumstances. Your brain is already cloudy, stuffed with what could only be described as cotton. You watch with half lidded eyes as he begins to piston into you at a faster speed. This all feels like a fever dream, something that was only possible in your craziest fantasies. Even then, it seemed unlikely.

“‘M close, Kev,” you whine, unable to stay still and attempting to match his thrusts.

“Already? We’ve only just started, gorgeous.” He laughs, but it’s breathy, strained from the exertion of his body. You hardly have the strength in you to be embarrassed about it, especially since he’s seen you in much worse situations.

You nod frantically, snaking a hand between you to circle your clit with nimble fingers. Kevin halts you and pulls out momentarily, sliding his cock between your folds like it was your hand. The tip catches your sensitive bundle of nerves repeatedly, making you dizzier than you already were.

He presses back into you with ease, resuming his sloppy but animalistic pace. He uses his thumb to continue your handywork, your cunt fluttering around him needily. You’re both losing your sanity quickly, both going batshit insane over the bare minimum. You’ve just needed this for so long, yearned for this moment for a humiliating amount of time.

Your moans start to rise in pitch and he groans. “Fuck, baby, you can cum for me.”

He could cry, he thinks, when your back arches and your legs shake with your orgasm. It hits you like a freight train, triggering his own release just as fast.

You stay like that for a bit, regaining yourselves and comprehending everything that’s just happened. So much for the whole hating each other narrative.

“What does this mean for us?” You suddenly ask, arms hooked around Kevin’s neck. You’re still connected by your lower halves, but he makes no effort to pull away. Part of you likes it that way, it gives you hope that this isn’t a one time affair.

“It’ll be hard for things to change overnight,” he says, massaging your sides. “We have a lot of unresolved issues and insecurities that we still have to push past. But I’m willing to do that with you. I want to take a chance on us.”

Your lips pull into a smile, an expression you don’t think you’ve worn around him genuinely in the years you’ve known him. “I do, too.”

“It’s kind of ironic that it was a performance that tore us apart and brought us back together, don’t you think?” He laughs.

“And we fucked in the dressing room…” You add, glancing to the top corner where a security camera is stationed.

“Maybe we should get out of here before someone checks the footage,” he suggests. “Tau Beta Zeta is conveniently hosting our end of semester party tonight, do you wanna be my plus one?”

“I would be honored.” You grin, pecking his lips tenderly.

Perhaps happy endings existed after all.

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고갤 들어 헤매다 꽃은 피어

🌒 purple rose — yoon jeonghan 윤정한

🎵 all night - beyoncé, bartender - lana del rey, kiss me - cassie, fantasize- ariana grande, girls need love (w/ drake) - summer wlkr, so anxious - ginuwine, like i need u - keshi, tumblr girls - geazy, next to you - bryson tiller, 7 exp ver - jk

in which: you find out that your cranky boss at your bartending job turns out to be quite the mischievous co-host of an exclusive bdsm club. not wanting to back down, you try to ignore this new found info when at work. but once blurred lines are already crossed, can they really be forgotten?

authors note: hiiii! im kinda proud of this:?/! (spoiler i hate this rn) this is part 1 of 2. started writing this 4 days ago after watching thing 1 & thing 2 & developing a filthy jh brain rot >< not proof read (clearly , ew) but enjoy plz & ty :,)!!

warnings: fem biology, v frequent cursing, absolute filthy smut (bdsm including but not limited to: degradation/praise, oral/cunnilings, raw sex,consented force, restricting toys, & etc) angst (?), alcohol, use of mj, pet names; princess, darling, slut

tags: 25 y/o bartender!reader x 27 y/o boss!jeonghan — boss/subordinate to fuck buddies to lovers (?)

friday 5:48pm kst

you exit the employee break room after hearing some frustrated curses and grunts. to no surprise, you see your boss yoon jeonghan, struggling with something up front.

you approach him cautiously, “you okay boss?” once you’re by him, you see clearly what he’s struggling with; the tap handle.

shit.

you were supposed to tell him about that problem like an hour earlier.

“no. it’s this stupid fucking lever that won’t go down and when i try-“ you listen to his complaints silently, biting your bottom lip. a habit you’ve formed whenever you get anxious.

he realizes how quiet you suddenly got and he pauses, looking at you with a slightly raised eyebrow.

“why do you look like you know this already?”

fuck fuck fuck.

you let out a stale laugh, jokingly slapping his back. “haha what? no way, is that the tap handle? yeah so about that, i meant to tell you earlier but i forgot because i was busy with the..?”

the? the? the absolutely nothing. the truth is you forgot all about the stupid, useless lever as soon as your boss walked into work. his sleeves rolled up, his first two buttons unbuttoned and his semi-long hair pulled into a ponytail.

he takes a step back from you, putting his face in his hands and taking a deep breath. he drops his hands, putting one into his pocket and taking his other hand and poking your shoulder back with every few words he said up until you were completely back up unto the wall behind you.

“the first thing i asked you when i walked in here, was if there was something i needed to know. cat got your tongue staring at me or what?”

your head hit the wall slightly. not enough to hurt but enough to make your breath hitch. you were starting to get aggravated with the demeaning tone he constantly had with you.

you muster up your best apology, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.

“i really am sorry. won’t let it happen again boss.”

he lets out a sardonic laughter before completely turning his back to you and garnering attention from the rest of the team.

“when i ask you if there’s something i need to know, you tell me immediately. not less than an hour before opening, yeah?” he says clearly and sternly. eyes going cold for a moment.

they all nod their head in compliance, looking at you from the corner of their eye. some out of pity and some annoyance.

almost as soon as it was there, his mild scowl left. replaced with his notorious, easygoing smile. he claps his hand before looking at his watch. “great. everybody take positions, we open in 10 minutes.”

saturday 12:39 am kst

“i’m seriously, seriously, so fucking over him. as soon as i rack up enough money for a new apartment elsewhere, i’m quitting this job,” you say with a huff, falling back into your reclinable chair.

your best friend, hae won had picked you up from work after your 8-hour shift and brought you home. you both were currently on your patio as she let you vent your heart out into the night.

she lays out a blanket over you and goes to sit down across from you. “babe, you say that after every shift.”

you set down your drink in exasperation. “you don’t know what he’s like. he’s so fucking passive-aggressive- scratch that, just aggressive. only towards me!” you complain while flailing your arms.

she looks at you, amused by your expressive way of telling stories and the reactions that match them.

“and you think he’s singling you out?” she asks raising an eyebrow.

“he might as well be! dude, i fuck up once in a while and it’s like i’m begging on my knees to keep my job, meanwhile that jisoo guy- which i’m sure they’re friends by the way, could sleep on the job and he’d probably get a raise. it’s like they’re evil twins!”

hae won lets out a sympathetic laugh before speaking. “hm i would’ve never thought he was like that. he’s hot. like, beautifully hot. especially when he has his long hair?”

she lets out a cat call-like whistle into the air and you both erupt in laughter.

“i mean, i guess he is,” you say as y’all simmer down, agreeing with her comment. to deny it would be a blatant lie. if there’s one thing yoon jeonghan, it was beautiful.

his hair is always perfectly styled. he had these intense eyes when he was focused on working. he’d roll up his sleeves and sometimes stand behind you, instructing you how to work something with a low voice.

she interrupts you out of your thoughts, eyes scheming with a look that says she has a plan.

“you know what you need?” she asks getting closer to the table. you look up at her desperately. eager to hear what it is she has to say this time.

“to get laid. like some mind-blowing sex that distracts you from all this work bullshit.” she deadpans.

you let out a stale laugh, not taking her seriously. “right, and where am i gonna find the time for that? and don’t say a dating app because i’m cursed with those things.”

her face remains serious, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes.

“wanna know a secret?” she asks while scooting her chair closer to yours. you lean into her, slightly curious at what random, outrageous plan she is cooking up.

“i have a club i go to,” she says simply. you back up & look at her perplexed; was this the big secret that she was supposedly hiding?

you pick up your beer, taking a sip. the cool foam hitting the back of your throat before the actual drink does. “what club? did a new one open in Hongdae?”

she takes a sip from her can, a non-alcoholic beer, while slightly shaking her head. “no, not that type of club. they’re having an event this weekend, come with me on sunday?”

now you’re skeptical, had your best friend been lured into something? “this better not be some cult shit, i already deal with enough of those recruiters on the way to work.”

hae won loosens up now, returning to her playful nature and laughing at your claim. “it’s not. i promise, i’ve been there before.”

you thought this through for like half a second. you had work on monday but so what? you haven’t made an impulsive decision in a while.

“alright, why not.”

hae won claps in excitement, eyes practically beaming with delight. she had finally roped you into her plan.

she finishes up her drink and starts getting up while speaking.

“good! wear all black, doesn’t matter what and make sure it’s ‘accessible’ if you know what i mean.”

grabbing her coat and purse, she winked and left. heading home for the night.

sunday 10:15pm kst

your rush up to your best friend's car while pulling down your mini-trimmed black skirt. it had paired up well with an off-the-shoulder, see-through, black button-up shirt that you were wearing with no bra.

you had decided against safety shorts after thinking about it for like 5 minutes in front of your mirror before just saying fuck it.

a big regret.

“get in, we’re already kinda late.”

you get into the car, close the door, and start zipping up your black, knee-high, faux leather boots. “well hello to you too, princess” you say jokingly.

she was wearing almost the same thing as you but instead of a top and skirt combo, she had opted for a sheer, slightly see-through, button-up mini-black dress with thigh-high boots.

“oh and put this on once we reach” she hands you what seemed like a masquerade mask. it had a gold band with cute gold fringes and small cat-like ears at its peak.

that didn’t stop you from being completely thrown off guard though. “dude what type of fucking club is this?”

she puts a finger on her lips before starting the engine and pulling out of the lot. “shh just trust me, this shit is gonna rock your mind”

10:28 pm kst

when you finally arrived at the destination, you looked through the car window and your mouth immediately dropped.

undoing your seatbelt, you got out of the car with your best friend who was taking quick and hasty steps towards the front door.

you follow her and find yourself standing in front of the giant double doors, practically in a state of shock. “why are we at a mansion right now?” you ask while trying not to freak.

hae won looks at you, smiling before pulling her mask up to her face and ringing the doorbell once and then knocking on the door twice. “nice, right?”

“yeah but where is the club? you know what—fuck this, i’m out” you start walking away but your best friend tugs you back and quickly hands you your mask once more.

you give her a stern look but the door starts unlocking and you find yourself immediately putting on the mask.

the guy that opens the door looks like he came straight out of a dream. he was large with broad shoulders and muscular arms almost as big as your thigh. his hair was blonde and kinda of long, stopping right by his ear, styled perfectly. his eyebrows dark and prominent.

he was wearing a black and red masquerade mask with emerald green accents. he opens the door wider and with a deep husky voice, he finally speaks up.

“so, what is it tonight ladies?” he asked while holding up a variety of different colored wristbands.

your best friend speaks up for the both of you, knowing you were still shocked. “both single, both bicurious.” she rushes out.

she then takes your hand in hers and walks through the door, standing in front of the man.

he lets out a genuine laugh. skies above, it was so sexy. he then closed the door, taking two pink wristbands and wrapping them around both your wrists.

his big hands were warm and scruff but clean, it was obvious he worked out. yet he was being gentle as if we were delicate flowers.

he looks up, accomplished. “right all set, follow me.” before we gave a reply he already turned his back towards us, heading deeper into the mansion.

the further in we went, we started hearing low r&b music, like some actual baby-making music. there were all types of girls and guys and people in general of different heights, wearing different clothes, and in different masks, each with a different colored wristband.

he stops in his tracks and you almost bump into his large back, smack dab with what seems like a tattoo peeking out from under his collar. he turns around, holding you steady.

his touch was warm and stern and very caring like a worried leader. he rubs your shoulder before dropping his hands and speaking up once more.

“alright, ladies. drinks are to your left, rooms are upstairs, enjoy yourself” and with that he walks off, heading to a group of guys, all seemingly just as attractive.

you finally turn towards your best friend who seems to be just beaming under her mask, taking in her surroundings.

“okay, now fess up. what is this place?” you ask in a hushed whisper. she looks up at you innocently.

“let’s just call it a bdsm castle, yeah?” she says all too casually.

“oh. you’re fucking joking.”

“nope” she pops the p and scans the room some more before looking back at you.

“and you’ve been here before?” you ask, wide-eyed.

“yes, well once with that one ex that was an investment banker.” she then takes your hand and starts walking with you, going further into what seemed like the lounge room.

you were nervous, super nervous. you wanted to bail and quite frankly you should’ve but behind your already jarred morales, your subconscious was screaming “why the fuck not” and to be honest, you were intrigued.

“what the hell am i supposed to do here?” you ask curiously

“what the hell else? mingle, fuck, have fun. seriously anything.” she starts. she then nods her head towards a group of people that are standing by a piano, drinks in hand while in deep conversation. “you see those people with the white wristbands? they’re observers.”

squinting your eyes in their direction you could see their white wristbands. you turned towards her, curiosity growing by the second. “observing for what?”

“means they’re not here to have sex. just here to watch people have sex. voyeurism or some shit, at least for today i guess.” she says quickly before moving on.

“pink means single and willing to get laid basically and red means in a relationship but willing to get laid.” she further explains.

you look at her perplexed. “so cheaters come here to get their dick wet?”

hae won laughs at your remark but shakes her index finger signifying no. “mainly means that they’re polyamorous and looking for a third or fourth or whatever it is they’re into.” she breaks down.

the essence of this place was starting to make sense. you nod, showing your comprehension and edging her to keep talking.

“oh, and you’re not allowed to say your name. you don’t need a code name or some shit but usually, these things are exclusive and private ie: CEOs, your local librarian. anyone could be here and unless you decide you want to sleep with them, which is the only time you can take off each other's mask, you can’t ask for their name.”

you look at her with a sly smile. “you know for someone who's only been here once you sure do know a lot.”

“oh, did i say once? I thought i said twice. i’m thirsty, are you thirsty? i’ll go get us a drink” before you could reply she was already making her way to the bar.

she orders the drinks but lingers, it seems like she is flirting with the bartender who has dyed hair. he was wearing a slightly orange and silver mask with pointed cat ears. he was tall and lengthy, his movements clumsy yet still confident as he made the drinks.

you rolled your eyes in adornment, looking around. your feet were hurting, they were low-heeled boots but still. you sit down on a lounge couch and roll your ankles slightly.

“you okay there?” a voice asks in a dialect you aren’t quite used to. it sounded more like an accent from elsewhere. their voice was smooth.

you look up and a slim and tall man has come up to you. he has multiple earrings and fiery red hair styled nicely. he had on a green mask with gold lining. he was holding a drink in his hand, which seemed like some type of wine and you noticed that his nails were clean and painted.

you smile before remembering your mask. standing up, you approach him and stretch out your hand to shake his. his hand meets yours, a white wristband around his small wrist.

“here to watch?” you ask. he leans in closer to you, your hand still in his. his voice was low and smooth, yet full of personality.

“that’s only if you allow me,” he says, tugging you slightly closer to him. his actions were bold, making your face heat up almost immediately but he radiated a type of calmness to him that you rarely saw in men nowadays.

just as he’s about to whisper something in your ear, someone else joins you too. slinging an arm around his shoulder and pulling him back away from you.

“aw not fair man, you know i called dibs.” said the new man.

dibs?

now he was a sight for sore eyes. even the bunny-shaped white mask couldn’t hide the fact that there was certainly a handsome face underneath.

his almost jet-black hair was long and had a sheen to it that made you know he took proper care of it. it hung over his face, well mask, with only one side tucked behind his ear. his eyes through the mask were mischievous and his tone playful. he was wearing a prada suit with its tie lazily undone, barely holding it together.

the guy in the green mask let out a small laugh. “i was only introducing myself” he said, keeping his eyes on you.

“yeah well introduce yourself elsewhere. besides, your twin asked me to call you over.” the mysterious man said, nodding his head towards the bar.

mr. green mask looked back and you followed his gaze. sure enough, you saw the guy with oreo hair waving him over. your best friend looking up at him lustfully.

he cleared his throat, biting the inside of his cheek at the sight. he slowly stirs his wine, taking the last sip while not breaking eye contact with them. he looks back at you swiftly, excusing himself before walking over to them.

you were now alone with the guy wearing the bunny mask. he approached you confidently, taking 3 long strides towards you but he didn’t stop there. he kept going until you fell back onto the couch. both of his hands were at your side, keeping you in place. the move felt eerily familiar to your boss.

nope. you weren’t going to do that. think about your boss on a weekend? you refused.

you finally spoke up to him directly, even leaning in slightly, not backing down from the confident man.

“someone seems interested.” you tease all whilst maintaining eye contact.

“oh trust me, very,” he replies back before you can even finish your sentence. he then takes a hand and brings it up to your face. you flinch, not scared of him but about your mask.

“relax darling, in due time,” he says. he leans in closer, your face now practically inches away from each other. he then raises a leg, putting his knee in between your legs. once positioned, he straightens himself up, now looking down at you.

with one hand now in his pockets once more, he uses the other to gently cup your face; his slender and cold fingers slightly squeezing your cheeks. you felt like a doll under his touch, your face gradually growing warmer.

“hm someone getting hot, huh? you interested?” he asks, not breaking eye contact. still cupping your face, one of his fingers, his thumb specifically, grazes over your now pouted lips underneath the mask.

you nod, almost too frozen to speak but he shakes his head, kissing his teeth.

“c’mon darling, we’re grown. use your words.” he insisted, cupping your face a bit tighter now. this makes you respond almost immediately.

“very interested.” you manage to get out.

he laughs at you. “atta girl” he says, as if he knew full and well the effect he had on you. a familiar heartbeat appeared in your cunt, you could already feel it getting warmer as you got more excited.

he lets go of your face and backs up from the couch. he straightens himself up and slightly cracks his neck, relieving the tension from looking down at you.

he then offers you the palm of his hand. you look at it for a second but he takes it as hesitation.

“don’t worry, i don’t bite; that is of course unless you want me to.” his voice sounded like a trance, you could tell he was the type to be able to convince someone to walk off a cliff if he truly wanted to.

you take his hand and he jolts you up, pulling you into him. he catches you effortlessly, wrapping an arm around your waist lazily. he gets closer to you, his cologne smells good, probably expensive.

he whispers in your ear as if no one else in the room full of other people who had the same plan, needed to hear your intimate conversation.

“let’s go find ourselves a room.”

11:16 pm kst

the masked man walks you to a secluded area of the house. stopping right before a door that seemed to have a keypad instead of a keyhole.

he looks back at you once more, raising an eyebrow . “not backing down?” he asks, tone hopeful that you say no.

honestly, this wasn’t your style. sure you’ve had a one night stand before but this whole bdsm castle thing? you felt like a virgin all over again.

yet there you were, anticipating for this masked man to fuck you funny. your cunt already slick with wetness, his actions from earlier had a strong effect on you and you wondered just if this man could truly satisfy you.

you nod, stepping closer to him and the door. “not backing down.” you say firmly, keeping direct eye contact.

with that, he punches in some numbers and the door clicks open. he leads you in and you have to mentally stop yourself from your jaw-dropping. the room was huge, all the furniture black and the bed could easily fit at least six people on there.

you stepped closer, taking it all in. at the head and feet of the bed, there were stainless steel handcuffs. at the foot of the bed, there was a thick rope lying on top of the bedroom bench.

you touched it gently, tracing a finger along it’s rigid and dry nylon. was he planning on using this on you? and almost as though he read your mind, he kept up behind you, leaving no space for imagination.

his hard cock twitching against your ass, his chest against your back. he brought down his still-masked face into the crook of your neck, pulling you into a back hug, arms wrapped around your waist.

“you wanna use that tonight darling?”

his voice rose the tiny hairs on your arm, your cunt now pulsating in an almost painful and steady beat, asking, no, begging to be used.

“i’ll do whatever it is you want me to,” you replied, voice shaky, heavy breathing.

with that, he faces you towards him. your back to the bed before he pushes you onto it softly with one finger.

he crawls on top of you. both thighs at your side, knees dug into the plush and satin bedding. “now i warn you, i have a slim frame but i am a bit sadistic. scratch that, extremely sadistic. is there anything you’re uncomfortable with?”

you thought about it for a moment. aside from your ex and that one, one-night stand, you haven’t been sexually involved with anyone else. you weren’t too sure about the entire bdsm world. you’re old enough to get the gist but you weren’t sure how far you could go, how much your body could take.

“hm, i don’t mind spit but i’m not sure about it in my mouth. i’m not a fan of the butt stuff and i think that’s it? we can try anything tonight, i’m willing.” you consent. he laughs at your eagerness, finding it cute. finding you adorable.

he then brings a hand up to your hair, stroking it gently. “once i take off these masks, if, by some off chance, you ever see me outside of these mansion walls, know that i don’t know you and you don’t know me. strictly pleasure okay?”

his words weren’t harsh but it still made you flinch. it’s fine, he was simply being direct. you’re both consenting adults for a fun night, no need to turn this into something more and complicate things. besides, seoul was huge. no way you’d see each other outside of here. slim to none chance.

“yeah i’m cool with that, strictly pleasure,” you repeat back, anxious as ever.

“you wanna have the honor or may i?” he asks, finger slung into the string of your mask, slowly teasing it off.

you give it a split second thought before reaching for his. “let’s do it at the same time.”

he laughs, amused at your suggestion. “ i don’t see why not.” he holds your mask as you hold his and you both take them off.

the mask comes off and it seems like someone just knocked the wind out of you. no fucking way.

absolutely no fucking way.

“what the hell.”

it was non other than your boss. yoon jeonghan.

you must have upset the universe somehow, your shakras aren’t aligned, SOMETHING, because there is no fucking way your boss you had to meet at work on monday was getting you dripping wet on a sunday.

he smirks, dropping your mask and letting out an amused laugh.

“now this, this is interesting.” but he doesn’t back up, instead he keeps on getting closer and backing you up onto what seems like a dozen pillows.

“i should’ve known something was off by that voice” you murmur, no longer maintaining eye contact yet still trapped beneath him.

“awh c’mon, i’m not that bad,” he says in a low and husky voice. he licks his lips slowly, almost in a circular motion while eyeing yours. he then brings a hand up to your neck, pulling you closer to his face before he lets go, hands at your sides again.

he drops his head onto your shoulder, into the crook of your neck before letting out another laugh.

“ahh, what should i do? i really want to fuck you right now.” he says this casually, as if it’s a random daily thought.

it makes you instinctively clench your throbbing pussy. his words weighing more now that you were out of the confines of your job.

jeonghan then backs away from you and sits at the end of the bed, he opens up a drawer at the table side and pulls out a case of joints. he brings one up to his lips before looking over at you.

“want one?” he offers, the joint going up and down as he speaks.

you hesitate, observing his face. were you really about to fuck your boss. should you? i mean this was the same guy who usually gave you hell on earth while at work.

he puts down the spare joint as if coming to a realization. “ah, i probably shouldn’t be offering my employee weed huh?” He’s about to put it back and away into case when you suddenly stop him. your hand grabbing his wrist.

“yeah, i want one.” if he was going to be casual about this, why couldn’t you?

“hm. okay. grab a lighter from the left nightstand. It’s in the top dresser.”

you nod and open the drawer, sure enough, there are a few lighters. you grab a random one and hold it up to him but you realize he had put away the case of joints and was staring at you curiously.

“where’s mine?” you ask, still holding up the lighter.

he shakes his head, a sly smirk on his face. he then comes closer to you once more, joint still in his mouth. he points it out so you can light it.

you flick it once, it buffers. the second time, a dim flame comes out of the lighter. as you’re sparking the joint, he’s not breaking eye contact. finally he drags in a puff, holding it for a second.

“so, what’ll it be? are you gonna give me the honor of fucking you tonight?” he asked while inhaling smoke, eyes glued on you.

you knew it was wrong. it’d be awkward at work and you hardly even like him. but you were already in too far and honestly it had been so long since you slept with someone. to say you were touch starved would be underwhelming.

“yes.” is all you simply respond, now staring back at him with the same intensity.

he studies you for a few more seconds before holding out his pinkie, “no strings?”

you look at it and intertwine your own with his, then connect your thumbs. “no strings.” you repeat.

with that, he pulls you in roughly, exhaling smoke into your mouth. your eyes get watery but you successfully hold back a cough. he turns the shotgun into a kiss, wrapping his cold hand around your throat and brushing his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for access.

as soon as your part your lips open, he glides his tongue against your own, taking it roughly yet passionately. soft groans leaving his mouth. He laid you down on the bed, not breaking the kiss and the harsh movements caused you to moan into his mouth.

his other hand finds itself at your waist, holding you firmly beneath him. fingers digging into your skin as if there was still too much space between you too. it didn’t seem possible but the kiss deepened as he fully put himself on you, his body pressing hard against yours. his hardening crotch rutting against your core, eager for some kind of friction, eager to make you feel good.

you bring down a hand, starting to palm him through his once smooth slacks and almost immediately he moans into your mouth, shuddering at your touch.

he pauses, pulling back from the kiss with haggard breathing, you chase after his mouth. already missing it’s warmth on yours.

he giggles, almost too cutely for such a vile scene. “aww, you like my mouth that much princess? i can do much more with it.

“let me serve you,” he says this almost desperately, hands roaming your body.

your back arches at his touch, your cunt leaking wetness unto the satin sheets underneath you. “please, i need your touch.” you say between anguished moans.

he cocks his head to the side. “such a needy girl huh?” he was enjoying the view of you pathetically rutting yourself against the satin sheets. your fist gripping onto them.

he gets up and takes off his tie, he then takes one more puff of his joint before tossing it back on the nightstand. you were still on the bed, your core wet and aching badly. you needed him to do something to you soon or you would practically go crazy.

he smirks, pleased with simply seeing you shift uncomfortably. you can tell he wanted you just as much. his hardening cock making a very apparent dent in his pants.

“strip,” he demands. his voice broke you out of the strange of looking at his crotch, you didn’t even realize you were still fully clothed.

you complied almost pathetically too fast. taking off your mini skirt and your sheer shirt. immediately, the cold air hit you. your nipples getting instantly hard at the feeling.

his eyes dropped to your body, a lustful gaze with something so much more. as if he would spend the rest of his life admiring your body if he could. “fuck, you’re beautiful.”

he watched almost in awe, gently patting your hair before roughly pulling you closer to his face. he started kissing you once more, tongue eagerly greeting yours as if he couldn’t go another second without your mouth.

it was a sloppy kiss, just needing to feel each other. mouths desperate and far too eager to worry about presentation. he pulls back again, a string of mixed saliva breaking off between you too.

you moan dissatisfied as he pulls away, looking up at him with confused doe eyes.

“lie down.” he ordered, the lustful glimmer returning to his eyes.

“yes boss.” is all you can pull together, it was small and measly but he heard it.

fuck. you were so used to saying it out of habit at work you didn’t even realize it slipped out until he had gone silent.

too scared to look at him, you kept your head down. ashamed you could’ve fucked up that bad. instead, you feel his cold hands lifting up your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“i like that.” is all he says before he nods to the bed, signaling you to continue lying down.

you obeyed him and he found himself at your sides again. taking his hand towards your warm and soft body. he dragged a delicate and icy finger along all your curves, minuscule and large. just needing to feel the touch of your skin beneath him.

he drags it back up, reaching your plump breast and he starts playing with the bud of your nipples, making you wince at the feeling, back arching at his touch.

“fuck that feels so—ngh shit.” you tried to string some words together but all you could do is whimper pathetically.

his dick was practically begging to get out of his boxers, hell, even just his pants. at every pretty moan, you let out, it twitched, your lewd noises already having control over it before you had even touched it.

“mhm what did i say about using our words princess? since you’re so bad at following instructions, i’ll have to punish you like the perfect slut you are for me, eh?”

you look up at him weakly, eyes beaming with anger. he already had you pathetically curling over at his simplest touches, how did he plan on punishing you even more?

“wrist or ankles?” he asked while pointing at the cuffs at the top and bottom of the bed. before even thinking it through you said wrist.

he then briefly got up to tie your left wrist to the left bed pole and your right wrist to the right one. the handcuffs were cold and firm, the type that you could only imagine cops used but it felt like a slightly different material. it felt safe.

he then took the keys and gently grazed them over your nipple bud, earning another breathless moan from you.

he shuddered at the sound of you. one part of him wanted to release a full load right into you but the other wanted to make this last as long as he could.

after all, how often was he going to have his back-talking employee with such lush lips, underneath him? mouth slack, pathetically begging to be touched by the boss you claimed to hate.

“p-please boss, ah fuck- c’mon, just ngnnh fuck me already” you yelp desperately, head was thrown back, no longer able to take the teasing while your cunt wanted to be rammed into harshly.

you could tell he liked seeing you like this. squirming in pain did nothing but make him smile.

“in due time my pretty, pretty princess.” he placed the cold small key on your stomach and then kneeled at the foot of the bed. he trailed both his hands up and down your thighs, your core throbbing harder by the second.

“how bad do you want my mouth?” he teased, kissing your thighs and going higher and higher until he reached your dripping core, it’s heat practically begging for him.

“so-ngn, so bad so so fucking bad please— fuck i can't take it anymore.” that set him off, blowing cool air onto your clit before pulling you towards him.

the action caused a tug on your handcuffs and wrist, causing you to cry out in pain but it quickly turned into pure bliss because not even half a second later the flat of his tongue was on your heated core.

it was like he was on death row and you were his final meal.

his soft and pink tongue delving deeper and deeper into you. even kissing your folds every once in a while. he then took a hand off your thigh and spat on two of his fingers before roughly inserting them into you, curling them slightly so they hit the g spot that made you a moaning mess all while giving you kitten licks on your clit.

the feeling of both his fingers sliding in and out of you at a rapid pace tied with his excruciatingly slow licks, even sucking on your clit harshly every time you moaned out an excruciating “boss.”

your stomach tied in knots, your heat clenching around his fingers that were now wet and covered with your fluid. it felt so good how he was ramming his fingers into you, the palm of his hand slapping onto your core and hitting your clit at a rapid speed.

you swore you could see actual stars.

he moaned into you pussy, barely able to contain himself. “fuck baby you’re making such a mess.”

his praise makes you jolt your hip forward, being met with his eager tongue, “mnnhmgmm it’s all because of you boss, hmhm i need you so fucking bad-d.” you dragged out.

jeonghan couldn’t help himself. using his other hand, he started palming himself through his slacks, desperate for some kind of relief, some kind of touch.

“mhm fuck just like that, keep talking to me baby.” he egged your own, getting drunk at the sound of your messy moans and the squelching sound your cunt made every time his fingers went into you.

you kept praising him, saying anything that came to mind so he wouldn’t stop. your words almost coming out as gibberish because his fingers alone were clouding your thoughts.

“ah-shit, boss just like that, please keep going,” you begged and he abided. he took out his finger and went to work with his mouth again, his tongue harsh and fast, licking your folds and going as deep inside you as he could.

you were so close to an orgasm. your vision getting blurry by all the tears brimming your eyes. he felt the tightness of your cunt around his tongue and fingers.

“tell me when you’re about to come okay baby?” he asked in a haggard voice, pre cum oozing for his tip already.

“ah mgh— y-yes boss im so close” you breathed out.

while he was eating you out, he took the hand he was fingering you with earlier and started rubbing your clit slowly; giving it small slaps that made you squirm around the bed, unable to move much because of the cuffs.

your stomach hit a specific knot and you knew for sure you were about to come undone within the next few seconds.

“i’m—fuck, about to come,” you whine out pathetically, your eyes closed, chasing the high towards the climax.

right as you reach your peak, he pulled away from you.

your eyes immediately snapped open, wide and frustrated that the knot in your stomach was left unsatisfied.

you looked at him, heavy breathing, hair stuck to your face due to sweat. he simply smiled and licked your wetness from his lips and fingers, not wasting a drop.

“why?” was all you managed to whine, practically on the verge of tears at the loss of contact.

he shrugged, a satisfied smirk on his face “the only time you get to come is when i’m fucking you raw princess, simple.”

your eyebrows knit up in confusion.

“so fuck me.”

his eyes went from playful to lustful in an instant at your words. in a swift motion, he undoes his belt and drops it onto the floor. with one hand, he unzips his pants, they hang loose a few inches, showing off his prada briefs. his curved length pulsating underneath.

he then gets back onto the bed, discarding his shirt and revealing a slim but toned body. his arms slightly flexed as he threw the shirt onto a nearby couch.

jeonghan then positions himself on his knees, hair falling unto his face. he looks back up at you, eyebrows knitted with a now unfamiliar expression. he seemed needier as opposed to the hungry mess earlier. “touch me.” is all he says in a low voice.

you crawl towards him yet you feel like a prey being stalked by a predator. you take a nail, trailing it up his thigh, earning a slight grunt from him. your finger stops right above his length, twitching in eagerness. its pink hue apparent from underneath the white briefs.

monday 12:58 am kst

you both fall back onto the bed, worn out and still coming down from the high after exhausting each other to your limits.

he looks at you as if to say something but stops himself. you wanted him to say something. make one of his borderline rude yet sly remarks but he is silent. the sound of both your heavy breathing starting to calm down in the still bedroom.

“uh, is there a bathroom in here?” you ask, refusing to make eye contact with the main that had just fucked your senseless.

he brings up a limp arm, hand pointing to a door by the right nightstand. you get up cautiously, wrapping one of the sheets around your body. you make your way to the door and go through. the bathroom was big and spotless as if it had been cleaned just recently.

outside you hear some faint movement. a dip in the bed followed by careful footsteps. you had a clue you knew what was happening but a part of you wished it wasn’t so.

you use the toilet, never losing your habit of peeing after having sex and then you get into the shower. needing to get the remnants of tonight off your body.

monday 1:47 am kst

you get out of the shower, feeling refreshed and squeaky clean. you use one of the clean guest towels to dry your body and wrap it around yourself.

you reach the bathroom handle, hand hesitant on the nob. unsure if you were ready to face the scene or potentially a person outside. in a swift motion, you open the door and exit the bathroom.

you look to your side unto the bed just to find it neatly made but with no one in it. no scattered clothes lying around, instead it seemed he took his and even folded yours, putting it in a bag on the nightstand with clean oversized clothes next to it.

you were relieved to not have to face your boss after fucking each other for what seemed like two hours but there was a pang in your heart at the fact that yoon jeonghan didn’t even bother at least mention he was leaving.

you dressed yourself in the new clothes and put on your mask once more. as you were finishing up, there was a knock at the door.

“boss?” you called out. no way, he had the code right? you walk towards the door, your belongings in hand and open it. sure enough, your best friend standing at the door.

“oh, it’s you,” you say casually, giving a faint smile.

“damn bitch can you be less excited pretty please? you’re overwhelming me.” she teased sarcastically. she was wearing a change of clothes too but she still had on her mask.

“you’re done right? your bunny boy told me you would be up here.”

you let out a dry laugh. so he could tell her but he couldn’t say anything as he was leaving? you know what, fuck that. you can be super casual too.

“yup!” you say popping the p, you exit the room and close the door behind you. your best friend takes your free hand and you both walk down the steps together.

you quietly dip out of the mansion through the front door, making your way to her car.

“can you drive? i had drunk earlier and i still feel kinda dizzy” she pouts.

“yeah, toss 'em,” you say about the keys and she does. you unlock the car and head in, making your way home as your best friend sleeps in the passenger seat, adamant about sleeping over at your house.

monday 4:50 pm kst

on her way home from work, your best friend picked you up and dropped you off at yours. you stopped in front of the bar. it’s large and luminescent name shining above, “purple rose.”

you felt queasy, nervous, nauseous, and anxious all at once. yet you also felt excited, a newfound secret to keep as yours. you entered through the front and made your way to the back, the employee room to clock in.

your fellow bartenders were gathered at the front. some sleeping on the table, others talking behind the bar.

“good morning guys!” you say in a more chirpy voice than usual.

no way you had become one of those people who finally get laid and suddenly you’re ms sunshine walking on a rainbow.

they noticed the slightly higher octave, raising an eyebrow but nevertheless, they said their fair share of greetings.

you start heading to the break room when one of the workers stops you. a slightly concerned look on her face.

“i wouldn’t go in there if i were you, boss is in a bad mood,” she whispered the last part, clicking her tongue.

what the hell could’ve happened in the last 12 hours since you had sex that had the whole bar walking on eggshells?

you smile at her warning but disregard it. not to see him, you say to yourself, but because you needed to clock in any way.

you open the door and are immediately met with a pacing jeonghan. he looked disheveled, handsome, but still disheveled. as if he didn’t get a wink of sleep.

he sees you by the door and motions you in.

“what took you so long?”

what was he talking about? you looked at the clock and you were exactly on time.

“i’m here on time, what do you mean?” you asked while setting down your stuff.

the atmosphere was tense as if you had truly done something wrong. jeonghan pauses in his tracks and starts walking towards you. he was unreadable, you couldn’t tell what he was feeling at all.

“being on time is being late,” he answers, eyebrows furrowed, breathing haggard. he was a couple of inches away from you, far more than what was appropriate at work. his eyes fell to your lips before begrudgingly looking back up.

“so, what do you have to say for yourself?” he ask, almost in pain.

you were truly lost. was he seriously mad because of the time? he pulls you out of your thoughts, hand slamming on the desk behind you.

“i asked what you have to say for yourself.”

now you were seriously annoyed, what the hell was his problem? you answer, tone curt and firm. no longer wanting to indulge in this conversation or his presence.

“my apologies boss, it won’t happen again.” you spat out, tone laced with venom. you said it formally, not missing any honorifics and he caught this. gaze going cold before breaking out a smile.

he hung his head low, muttering a curse before looking back up at you. the night you spent together, the line that was crossed, almost as though it never even happened.

a mere figment of your imagination. ha, if only.

“it won’t happen again? we’ll see about that. come back out immediately after clocking in, you have front duty again today.”

and with that, yoon jeonghan, no, your boss left the break room.

leaving you in a complete state of confusion.

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cocksucker6000 · 1 year

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Hi it’s me againnnn, sorry for replying so late ;-; Sub reader please! Ty

this could have been an email kaeya x knight reader

dom kaeya + sub m reader

cw ;; slight exhibitionism, light cnc, not actually modern au, bathroom sex, reader cums early, kinda rushed lol

a/n ;; anon requested cnc + kaeya and sub reader, im soso sorry about how long this took ,, i hope u like it <3

it felt like every word from jean’s mouth grew fuzzier and fuzzier. how were you expected to focus with the cavalry captain’s hand snaking further up your thigh with every passing second?

you wondered to yourself, what about this meeting was so pressing that you had to be there? and why couldn’t your boyfriend just wait to toy with you? you bit the inside of your mouth to suppress a tiny whimper when his thumb began to caress the inside of your thigh, his hand growing dangerously close to your crotch and, your dangerously hardening dick.

instead of giving any reaction that might give the two of you away, you whipped your head around to give the captain a look—“you’d better stop that.”—he knew exactly what it read.

he only returned with a gaze just as sly, “and you’d better keep quiet,” is what his eyes read.

with a small grumble, you turned away, your strife interrupted by the feeling of a gloved hand completely cupping your crotch. you nearly flinched, bringing a hand up to cover the bottom half of your flushed face.

“(name)?”

you could hardly hear the concerned voice of the acting grand master over your own thoughts.

“(name)? are you feeling alright?”

so the woman did have some mercy.

you promptly decided to take advantage of the opportunity, placing both of your palms flat against the table. kaeya removed his hand. “please excuse me for a moment.”

you rushed to the restroom in the knight’s headquarters as quick as you could still seem presentable. you stood at the counter, hands placed on the edge with a deep breath as soon as the door has been locked. now, the problem—the growing heat in your abdomen and tent in your pants. you sighed, shaky and desperate. if only you could feel his hands again, that man knew exactly what he did to you and you weren’t sure if you hated it or loved it.

suddenly, a knock on the door. you jumped. a knock on the door? who could be—

“doll, it’s me.”

oh.

with a sigh, you unlocked the door, rushing him inside the one-holer restroom. you leaned on the counter, you looked at him with an annoyed gaze. “i hope you’re here to help me, because—“

he grabbed your chin, roughly pressing his lips against your’s, pulling away softly with a smile. “mhm. i’m here to apologize.”

you flushed. he slid a hand up your shirt to massage your hip, eliciting a satisfied sigh from your mouth as he began to work his lips on your neck. your fingers tangled themselves in his cyan locks, your grip tightening when he slid a thigh between your’s. “you’ve never known to keep your hands to yourself, captain.”

you felt him grin against your neck, rubbing his thigh against your cock. “and it’s only ever gotten me rewarded.” his hand on your hip snaked down to cup your dick again, palming at with much more vigor than he did under the table.

“hhaah-! k-kaeya, you ass, i don’t want to soil these further…” he removed his hand, coaxing a tiny whine from your mouth.

“awh, that’s a shame. i would’ve liked to see you all embarrassed.” he stood to admire his work—your hand covering your red face, shirt all messed up to reveal red marks sucked into your skin, and cock throbbing in your pants. it made a sense of pride bloom in his chest as he leaned down to press a kiss to your jawline, pulling away afterwards and dropping to his knees. “heheh, i’m sorry, baby boy. i wouldn’t do that.”

“nnggh, just hurry up, would you?” he began to get your slacks off.

“as you wish.” the captain mused at the way your dick nearly sprung out of your pants, wrapping a hand around it and licking off the bit of precum that had beaded on the tip.

as soon as he licked a strip up the side, holding a hand at your base, you couldn’t hold back, bucking into his touch as you came unprompted. your boyfriend’s face was nothing short of surprised at first as it was coated in ropes of white, your shoulders slumped and your hand moved to cover more of your face in shame. “i-i’m sorry, i—i didn’t meant to…”

kaeya picked up some of your release with his thumb, letting it catch on his lips before letting it reach his tongue, letting out a chuckle. “baby, it’s okay. don’t apologize.” he stood. “once i get cleaned up, here,”

“we certainly aren’t done.”

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minkkumaz · 10 months

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can u write getting jaehyun a switch for his bday and he stays up all night playing it? ^^ i think it’d be cute

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jaehyun stays up late into the night playing rocket league on the switch you bought him for his birthday. you just want him to come to bed.

PAIRING myung jaehyun x fem!reader WC 0.5k TAGS established relationship. fluff. little smooching. cuddling. i know nothing about rocket league but he likes soccer so. OMI NOTE this is actually something i'd do and i'm the real jaehyun #canon. ty anon wink wink ^_^

maybe getting jaehyun a nintendo switch for his birthday wasn’t the greatest idea. you wrapped it prettily beforehand, just to watch him tear off the wrapper and stare at the present with shock. seeing him happy was all worth it, but you didn’t think he’d be on it all night

the clock on jaehyun’s nightstand read two am. he had promised you he’d come back to bed in ten minutes. however ten minutes turned into thirty, then thirty turned into an hour, then two hours, and it continued on. you still saw the flashes of light from the tv that ricocheted their way down the hallway; slightly peering underneath the closed door of his bedroom.

you groaned in frustration, unable to sleep without the boy hugging onto you closely. lifting the covers off of your body, you pulled yourself off of his bed and towards the living room. his hushed conversations into a mic got louder the closer you got.

when you appeared behind him, he was furiously moving around the controller in his hand, focused on the action in front of him. the sound of his friends yelling becoming more prominent, making your eye twitch. he barely noticed until you let your hand touch his shoulder.

“hyunnie come to bed please, i can’t sleep.” you whined sleepily letting your chin rest on the top of his head.

“hold on guys–” he moved the mic piece from his headset away from his face and turned to look at you. “baby i said i would come in ten minutes, okay?”

“but that was three hours ago hyunnie–”

“it’s been three hours?” he gaped, quickly grabbing his phone to look at the time. it infact proved his suspicions as the time popped up on his screen, “oh my gosh honey i’m so sorry, i just got so excited to play i didn’t even notice!”

“it’s okay lovey, let’s just go to bed now okay?” you smiled, rubbing his shoulder.

“you’re so cute, i’ll get off right now.” he raised his hand to squeeze your cheeks together, laughing at your lips forming a fish - like pout.

once he returned to his headset, he told his friends goodbye and shut of the game so he could quickly rush back to you. he intertwined his hands with yours and lead you back to his room for some well deserved sleep.

as soon as your body hit the comfortable mattress once again, you almost passed out right there. but not before jaehyun could land right next to you.

“thank you for the present, y/n. i really loved it.” he wrapped his arms around your figure, locking them behind your back. your legs entangled with his, alongside the blankets.

“im glad, just know that rocket league isn’t going to disappear anytime soon.” you mumble leaning in to the crook of his neck.

jaehyun planted soft kisses on your head, holding you close to him and careful not to let you go. “the same goes for you, you’re mine forever.”

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moonlightazriel · 11 months

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Forget me Not /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: They loved each other more than words could describe, but they were star-crossed lovers and their fate was doomed, especially when their worst nightmare came true. But is their love strong enough to survive this nightmare and can their souls one day be truly united?

Warnings: Smut, torture and death!

Word Count: 3,5K

Notes: The collaboration no one asked for but everyone needed ahahahaahahah Happy to introduce the first part of the fic @fieldofdaisiies and I wrote together. She's an amazing writer and making this fic with her is an honor. Love u baby and thanks for doing this with me, our baby was finally born.

Read part 2 here

His soft lips touched the hot skin of her collarbone, kissing as his hands gently unlaced her plain dress, she held his hair, her lips parted as soft gasps left her, her breath uneven as his cold fingers brushed down her spine.

The space was limited and he was entirely pressed against her, his member touching her clothed core, she moved, trying to get some friction between them, to soothe the aching sensation on the apex of her thighs.

“Where is the prince?” The feminine voice outside, too close, alerted her, she gently pushed him away, his eyelids half closed as he lost himself in her.

“They are searching for you.” She whispered and he sighed, rolling his eyes.

“I’m so sorry my beloved, I must go now.” She nodded, avoiding his eyes, she hated when he had to leave. His index finger lifted her chin, and he kissed her again, his breath tasted like mint. “I love you dearly.”

“I love you too, my prince.” He turned around, opening the door, and leaving her there. She closed her dress, used to this now, and waited a few minutes before leaving the tiny room to tend to her obligations.

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“Have you heard?” She turned her head to see the blonde servant by her side gossiping with a friend, she turned back to the potatoes she was peeling for the royal family supper. “The royal family is hosting a ball in a week so Prince Azriel chooses his bride.”

Her eyes went wide but she kept quiet, the knife sliding from her shaking finger and cutting her palm, she cursed under her breath and dropped everything, rushing to the healer's wing. She mumbled a couple of words to explain what happened as the healer started to clean and stitch the wound.

“Be careful with that, or the stitches might rip and it will scar.” The healer said, dismissing her.

She wandered around the castle, heading back to the kitchen to finish and then serve the meal. The queen was near the kitchen, talking with the chef about the ball, and how she wanted everything to be done. She was a terrifying person, the kind of person that truly enjoyed another’s suffering.

“Your majesty.” She bowed as she passed, the woman not even acknowledging her as she did so, thankfully she didn’t see Y/N shaking with fear.

The only truly born with good in their heart was Azriel, the younger prince, her Azriel, the man she decided to give everything she was, the man she would love forever, even if they could never be together outside tiny rooms and late hours at night. Her heart ached with the thought that he would have to get married, she wanted to run away with him, to a land where he being a prince and she being a servant didn’t matter, all that counted was that they loved each other.

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“What happened to your hand, my love?” Azriel asked, seeing the stitches tying her skin back together, the skin around it was red and swollen.

“Just an accident working in the kitchen today.” she said, not quite looking at him, she had been avoiding his eyes ever since he sneaked up to her modest chambers in the servant’s wing, thankfully the castle was big enough to accommodate all the servants without the need of sharing rooms with others, so they had the privacy of her chambers to meet every night.

“What happened?” His hand brushed her cheek, his index finger lifting her chin so she would look at him, her eyes were shining with unshed tears. “Don’t cry darling, talk to me.” He begged, his thumb wiping the stubborn tear that rolled down her cheek.

“How much time do we have left?” she asked, her tongue licking the salty tears from her pink plush lips.

“I can stay the whole night my dear.” She stepped backward, her hands held his, removing them from her face, she sat on the edge of the bed.

“That is not what i meant.” He looked at her confused, eyebrows furrowed. “How long do we have until you’re married?” His throat went dry, his father had spoken to him that morning, saying that he needed to marry a princess soon to strengthen their alliances. His mind had been scheming ever since, plans to run away with her, he didn’t want to get married to a complete stranger, he wanted to be able to make Y/N his wife, have her carrying his children, being by his side forever.

“I don’t want to get married, to anyone but you. And I don’t care what my father says, let’s go, somewhere far away from here.” She blinked, the tears still wetting her pretty face. “Come with me, we deserve to be happy.” He kneeled in front of her. “Let’s start again in a new land, marry me Y/N Y/L. That’s all I want.”

“Are you serious?” He nodded. “I want that so much that it hurts.” She threw herself into his arms, inhaling the smell of the fancy soap he used. He pulled her closer, hands roaming down her back, he started to kiss her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses along her collarbone. “Make me yours one more time.” She breathed against his hair and he got up, lying her gently on the mattress.

His hands were agile as he unlaced the front of her white nightgown, her skin smelled like roses, one of the few things the king made sure of was the servants always smelled great, so they provided scented soaps and perfumes for them. The thin fabric was soon discarded by the side of her bed, alongside his clothes.

He kissed her warm skin until he reached her breasts, one of them was cupped in his hand, the nipple trapped between his thumb and index finger, he pressed it, making her softly moan at the sensation, the other he kissed and circulated the nipple with his tongue, moving it up and down, she arched her back, and tried to rub her core against the knee he had in between her legs.

She was desperate for any type of relief, she pressed her lips together as his tongue left her breasts and he started to lick down her belly, his right hand spread her legs open his finger spreading the wetness there, rubbing a circle to the bundle of nerves there, making her jump slightly, she wasn’t able to control the moan that left her lips as his warm tongue reached where she wanted him, he drew circles with his tongue, earning more breathy moans from her, her hands grabbed the prince’s inky black hair, involuntarily pressing his face against her.

He was hungry for her, had been ever since he met her, so his tongue licked her like he was a starved man, he loved to hear her ragged breath, loved how she couldn’t control her body, neither the little whimpers that came from her mouth the closer she got to her orgasm. She squirmed underneath him, he grabbed her waist, pressing her down onto the bed, stopping all the movement as she went through her orgasm, he could feel her body spasm as he overstimulated her.

She pulled his hair, forcing him to stop, his chin was glistening with her juices, the sight of him like this almost making her cum again. He laid on top of her again, kissing her deeply, making her taste herself on his tongue. He adjusted himself to her slick entry, easily sliding inside her, all the way, their breaths in synchrony as he started to move, a slow pace as her walls were still sensitive from moments before.

Just when she started to move her own hips, wanting more, he started to move faster, their bodies covered in sweat, as he made love to her, he was getting closer and closer to his own release, the bedframe hit the stone wall, while the sound of skin slapping skin filled the whole room, she moaned, encouraging him to go faster. His dream was to be free to make her scream his name, she never did, afraid that this would get them both in trouble, so for now he was okay with her screaming nonsense in the air.

He moaned against her neck as he released himself inside her, feeling her walls clench around him as she had her second release right after him. He got out of her, collapsing by her side, pulling her closer, her head rested on his chest, hearing the soft sound of his heartbeats when he spoke again.

“Give me a few days, and we will be far away from here. My love for you is bigger than the universe.” She looked at him.

“The universe?” He looked at her, her hair was glued to her forehead and her cheeks were red from the effort.

“Yes, this earth is not big enough to measure how much I love you.” He saw her eyes filling with tears once more that night.

“I love you Azriel, with all I am.” She kissed his chest, feeling the sleep wash over her body, making her close her eyes, a smile on her lips as she fell asleep with him still holding her close.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

“AGAIN?” The woman yelled, pacing around the room, her fingers were shaking with rage, that damned bastard, he wouldn’t stop until he ruined his family’s name. It wasn’t enough that the King had the nerve to make his mistress’ baby a prince, the boy was trying his best to ruin everything.

“What should we do, mother?” Marvin, the oldest asked, he had a couple of ideas in mind, what he could do to that bastard.

“Since the little princeling won’t learn, maybe that whore will, do whatever you want to her.” She said, dismissing her sons, her blood boiled inside her veins, she needed to get rid of him.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

Meet me in my chambers tonight.- Azriel

She read the note he slipped into her pocket again, his fancy handwriting, it wasn’t often that she got to go to his private room, always choosing to meet in her’s or in a more secluded place, but she dismissed the weird feeling in her belly and how heavy her chest felt.

She rubbed the soap on her skin one more time, scrubbing it until it was pink from the pressure, she always wanted to look her best to him, so she brushed her hair and dressed in her best dress, a green one, with a square neckline, it wasn’t much since the servants didn’t make enough to afford luxury dresses but it was the prettiest one she owned.

She walked in the dark, only the moonlight illuminating the way to his chambers, she took a deep breath, fixing her dress before she knocked on his door, but the knock never happened as someone held her from behind, pressing their large hand over her mouth, her whole body went still, she was in panic, not thinking straight, so she didn’t resist as they took her through the holloways and down the stairs, to one of the cells in the basement.

Everything smelled like dust, and the temperature dropped significantly as they tied her to a chair, her mind raced as she tried to distinguish the two hooded figures, one of the males was taller than the other, and the one on the left was holding a torch.

“Please, let me out.” She cried, the fat tears streamed down her face, she was shaking in fear. The taller male approached, removing his hood, she gasped in surprise when Prince Marvin stood in front of her.

“Don’t cry princess.” He said, his voice laced with disgust as he rubbed her cheek harshly, wiping the tears from her face. “It will be quick, for us.” He smirked, the devilish smile on his face made her body go limp, she would die and there was nothing she could do.

The second man, Prince Elijah, approached, unlacing the rope from around her wrists and forcing her arms forward, he made her sit on her knees, with her hands extended to him, he slowly undressed her, leaving her bare in front of them, claiming that a nice dress like that shouldn’t be ruined by a whore like her.

Her mind was numb, to the point that she wasn’t even registering the pain in her back as Marvin used all his strength to whip her back, the warm blood was everything she was feeling, even the tears had stopped as she accepted her fate, not able to fight back for her life, she closed her eyes, thinking about him.

Her skin was torn apart, big cuts on top of each other, and the cold breeze stung, making her whole naked body shiver. Elijah approached her, dropping a liquid in her hands, the smell of alcohol filled her senses and she started to panic again.

They were going to burn her, alive. She started to move her head, looking desperate when she heard the two men laugh, they were evil, sadists, they were having fun with her being tortured.

“That is what you get…” Marvin said, lighting a match, and holding it close to her hands. “For thinking you’re good enough to lay your filthy hands on royalty.” And he dropped the match.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

The music from the orchestra was nice, the melody traveled through the room, capturing the hearts of those who listened to it, she moved her feet, soothing the urge to dance, to join those on the dancefloor, she held the tray filled with fancy drinks as she walked around the room, people would pick drinks without even looking at the small woman serving them, yet she felt observed, a pair of hazel eyes watched her all night long, Prince Azriel was the youngest son of the King, she blushed under his attentive gaze.

Some flashes of reality mixed with the dream she was stuck on, she could hear people calling her name, things falling, but the music, the melody from the day she met him called her attention, snatching her back to the dreamland, where she revived all those moments by his side, where she loved him and he loved her back, with all the intensity of their love.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

“What happened?” He demanded again, frustratedly running his fingers through his hair.

“We found her like this in the gardens.” One of the servants said, avoiding the Prince’s gaze, he was almost crying as he saw her, her forehead covered in sweat, her hands, her beautiful hands, burned, the skin had fallen in some points, and in other parts it was like the skin angrily patched itself together, in a way to remind her what she went through. Her back was also destroyed, he was disgusted with the cruelty, the servants did the best they could.

She was supposed to meet him two days ago, and he also hadn’t seen her around the castle anymore, when he went to her chambers he found her lying there, destroyed. He had a gut feeling telling him that it was all his fault if it wasn’t for him, she wouldn’t be like this now, so he didn’t care anymore, he stood by her side all day, missing all of his obligations, she was the only thing that mattered to him. They were able to manage her fever, but she hadn’t awake yet, and he got more worried as the days passed, he couldn’t lose her, he wouldn’t survive.

She only woke up two weeks later, everything was painful, she adjusted her eyes to the sunlight that entered from her window, her whole body was in pain, she looked down, at her hands, remembering how they glowed as the flames burned her skin, she couldn’t stop the disgusted scream that ripped through her lips, she looked awful. The tears came, making her eyes burn, the door was open and someone got in.

“Hey love, it’s me.” Azriel spoke, holding her face. “Breath, please.” He asked and she did as he asked, taking her time to calm down, she could see him now, his worried and tired eyes, like he haven’t been sleeping properly in days. “You’re awake.” He said, she lifted her hands, just to quickly lower them back to their original position, she couldn’t touch him, he must think she looked like a monster now.

“What are you doing here, they will catch you.” She said, what would his family do to him?

“They know i’m here, they cannot make me leave.” He slowly pulled her in for a hug. “I thought i had lost you.” He went to kiss her but she turned her head to the side.

“Thank you for taking care of me Prince Azriel.” He rose an eyebrow, looking confused. “But you can’t stop pretending now.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I know you find me disgusting, I look horrible, deformed.” She looked at her hands, feeling the urge to cry again.

“You look just as beautiful as the first time I saw you, scarred or not, nothing can change that.” He rested his forehead against hers. “Everything is ready if you still want to run away with me.”

“Really?” She looked at him, hope shining in her big eyes.

“We can go tomorrow night.” She nodded, inclining her head until she connected their lips, he smiled as they parted. “We’re going after our happiness, my love.”

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

With the care they have given to her, the skin on her back had closed, leaving ugly scars behind, her hands were healing still, it was painful to move but at least she could still close her fingers, for a miracle the mobility was still there. Her colleagues helped her bath and dress, the wagon Azriel had paid to take them out of the castle was ready with a few things and a lot of money from his personal business.

“Thank you all for helping me, I'm forever in debt with all of you.” She thanked the females in her room, they carefully hugged her, wishing her a better life. Azriel was waiting for her in the wagon, a smile across his lips as they climbed in, they were going to the nearest port, get a ship to the other side of the country, and never be bothered again by his family, he asked if she remembered who had harmed her but she pretended to have forgotten if he went after justice who knows what they could do to him.

The wagon suddenly got to a stop, and Azriel swallowed dryly, someone yelled outside, and the two tensed. The door was yanked open, and Marvin was on the other side, a sword pointed to them, Azriel looked at him.

“Get out.” He demanded. “NOW!” They did as they were told, the memories of what happened in that cell made her dizzy, and the tears gathered in the corner of her eyes once more.

“What is this Marvin?” The man didn’t answer, still making them walk to the front of the wagon where guards stood, Elijah was there too, mounted on a horse, and in the middle was the Queen, an evil smirk as she looked them up and down.

“You dumb whore.” She said bitterly. “What my sons did wasn’t enough to stop you, greedy bitch?” Azriel looked at his brothers and then at the scars on the hands of his lover, realization washed over him and he turned around, his fist connecting with Marvin’s cheek, making his head fly in the other direction, giving him enough time for Azriel to grab Y/N and try to rush. “Not so fast.”

More guards appeared from behind the wagon, pointing their swords at the couple.

“I’m fucking tired of dealing with you, you bastard. It’s a shame that Prince Azriel was killed during a robbery. So sad.” She laughed, waving her hand in the air, the woosh was quick, but Y/N was quicker, her body protecting Azriel as the arrow pierced her heart, she choked on blood and Azriel screamed in agony.

“Please, please love, stay with me. I won't survive without you.” He said, she lifted her hand, the scarred skin caressing his cheek one more time, her eyes widened with terror and Azriel felt someone grabbing his hair, and the cold blade on his neck.

“I love you, My prince.” She breathed. He looked down, not caring about the sharp blade on his neck, the blood was already pouring from the wound.

“I love you and i will find you, in another life. We will have the happiness we deserve. Promise me you will wait for me.” She smiled, her teeth stained red from the blood.

“I-i-i p-pro-prom..” She didn’t have the time to finish, as her head fell limply in his lap, the smile still adorning her beautiful face as he watched her die. The tears fell from his eyes, and he closed them, seeing her one last time, she would be waiting for him, and he wouldn’t stop searching for her. Marvin moved the sword, slitting his throat open, his body fell, with her still on top of him. In his last breath he knew he would see her again.

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do you have anything more from office frenemies with james? i just read it and i loved it so much

yes! love u ty

—you and James don’t get along until you kind of, sort of do. fem!reader, 1.5k

James listens to the most obnoxious playlist in the mornings. There’s about a fifteen minute window between when he arrives and when the workday officially starts, which coincides exactly with your window. He often gets the same elevator ride, walks a pace beside you, and decides whether he’s going to let the ‘lady’ go first through the door depending on the day.

That morning, he’d opened the door widely, grinned at you with music blaring loud enough to make a normal person deaf from his earphones, and let you pass. Then he pretended to stick his foot out to trip you up, pulling it back at the last second.

Jerk, you think, angry even now as he tucks himself into his desk, his earphones still ridiculously loud. He actually, genuinely, is going to get hearing damage. You’re not being bitter. Human ears aren’t meant for that.

You click onto the workplace Outlook and open a tab on your desktop. How loudly can you listen to music? you google. A few articles appear straight away that fit your purpose —you drag them each into an empty email. Then, smiling to yourself, you find an article on the negative effects of workplace noise pollution and how this sort of selfishness can affect your coworkers’ mental health and add that at the very top.

To: [email protected]

Hi James,

please find attached a few articles I felt might be important for you to read.

Worst,

Your unhappy adjacent desk.

You know he’s received it when he laughs loudly, turning down his music with a few quick clicks on his phone.

An email comes through to your inbox shortly after.

Hi bestie,

I’m so so sorry for the noise. Please find attached a few articles I, in turn, felt you might enjoy.

Best,

James Potter :)

He’s attached an irksome variation of articles. Why music can help you get ready for the day. Ten ways workplace friendships are important. Can you really find your soulmate at work?

You open your personal messaging system. You tend not to use it with James, but this morning he’s winding you up.

I could report you to HR for that last one, you send.

He replies quickly. You try very hard not to look up at him from over your desktop. I didn’t mean me.

You’ll be deaf by thirty.

Jealous you don’t have such great taste in music?

Jealous of everyone in the annex.

Want a cup of coffee?

You meet his gaze finally over the computer, find him already looking at you. You shake your head scornfully. In what world would you ever want him to make you a coffee? He’s never actually offered to make you one before, to be fair, but he’s awful to you so what are you supposed to think? He’ll probably poison it.

He stands to leave. Remus, the other accountant to complete your trio, arrives while he’s gone with his boyfriend Sirius in tow. They’re also James’ best friends, unfortunately. It makes for some awkwardness.

“Where is he?” Remus asks you, in the midst of a quick goodbye kiss before Sirius makes his way to his desk further down the office.

You nibble your lip and give a dispassionate shrug. You hate talking about James. You hate his stupid mess of hair, his reading glasses, his lips when he smiles crookedly and worse when he’s glaring at you. You hate the way he sighs as he clicks his neck, the quick lap he does every other hour complaining of tired legs, the genuine tenderness he shows you whenever you’re sick. You hate James. You don't like to think about him too much lest you get caught, a fish in a net.

Or a fish with a painful hook in its lip.

“Ah, you’re here,” James says, two cups of coffee in his hand.

You’re only a little heartbroken when he puts one on his desk and one on Remus’. Didn’t want one anyways.

Remus grins as James comes up behind him for a rough hug and hair ruffle. “How was last night?”

“I wish you’d come. Sirius spent all night trying to out drink Marl, you know he can’t, so I spent all night holding his hair out of his face. I wasn’t gonna talk to him this morning, but he was being very pathetic.”

James laughs. You pretend you aren’t listening to them, pretend you don’t feel left out even if they have no reason to be your friend, clicking at random things on your screen and scrolling through spreadsheets long finished and filed. “You know I couldn’t come, Moony,” —no point starting on their awful nicknames— “what if she needed me?”

You still. She?

“James, there’s not much you can do,” Remus says gently. He’s a quiet, soft sort of man, but they’re all so loud about loving one another. “You have to let her… you know.”

You feel them both looking at you, your gaze steadfast on your screen.

“Try not to think about it,” Remus says.

“I’ve been distracting myself,” James agrees.

Oh, you think. Oh. I’m such a dick.

“You could go home?” Remus says, putting his face in his hand. “I could cover you.”

“It’s too much work.”

“I know, but, you know, I’ll do half, and you’ll only have half to catch up on when you come back.”

You’re not sure who she is, and you very much still don’t like James Potter, but you're not heartless. He sounds awfully upset, fragility to his voice and a foreign balling of his fist by his hip. “Um,” you say, clearing your throat weakly, “well, with me and Remus, we could cover for you.”

James’ face is unreadable, looking down at you. “You’d cover for me?” he asks.

“Your work isn’t exactly hard, James.”

“But you’d do it?”

“How long will you be off for?”

James frowns. “Like, two days?” he says quietly.

“That’s fine. We can do that,” you say, checking with Remus from around James hip. “Yeah?”

“Of course,” Remus says quickly.

James looks at you long and hard. “You’re not kidding?”

“No, James. Not kidding. You’d do the same for me, right?”

James leans down to hug you before you can stop him. His arms wrap around your shoulders, a perfectly amicable touch made up of sleeper muscle and the attractive smell of almond oil, nearly sweet, slightly woody. He laughs against your cheek as he pulls away, turning back to Remus for a similar hug. “Thank you. I’ll go tell Danny right now.” He beams at you. His relief is thick as honey, palpable in his warm tone. “Thank you.”

You can’t look at him very long.

The memory of his fingers linger, the weight of his arm behind your head. He excuses himself to go talk to your boss, and you and Remus sit in a semi-awkward silence, of which you’re wholly responsible.

“His cat is dying,” Remus says eventually.

You wince. “Oh, no, really?” you ask.

“He’s had her since we were kids. It’s really nice of you to do this.”

“I really do think he’d do it for me,” you interrupt. “I’m not, you know, cruel, because we don’t get on.”

“I know. James knows that too.”

You want to get defensive. Why does it matter if James knows? But Remus is too nice to argue with, and secretly, strangely, you’d wanted James to know you aren’t mean. You wouldn’t have sent him that email this morning if you’d known, and maybe this is apology enough for that.

Still, it doesn’t feel right when James returns, gathering his suit jacket from the back of his chair. “Thank you guys, so much. I will bring you the most amazing desserts of all time as a thank you. I won’t even put your mug on the top shelf the next time I wash it,” James promises you.

You bat aside the rage of knowing he’s the culprit and instead get out of your seat before he can leave. “Uh, James?” you ask.

He raises his eyebrows. “Yeah?”

You look at the floor by his shoes. “About earlier…”

James stands subtly between you and the bulk of the office. “You okay?”

“I just– I’m sorry for complaining about your earphones. I wasn’t trying to be insensitive.”

“You weren’t insensitive,” he says, “I was being obnoxious. Don’t worry about it, okay?”

“I–” You hate yourself for all your stammering. “Hope whatever is wrong, that you’re okay. I’ll cover for you for the week if you need me to.”

“Please stop feeling sorry for me. It looks weird on you. I much prefer you when you’re frowning, you get these super deep wrinkles in your forehead that I just love.”

You turn away without looking up. “I’m gonna input all your sales information wrong.”

“And I’m gonna bring you the best donut you’ve ever tasted to say thanks, sweetheart.”