Palace Garden | General Kirigan

Just This Once (M)

Group/Member: GOT7/Yugyeom

Genre: Cat!Yugyeom Smut

Summary: You were lonely, needy and definitely weren’t in your right mind when you end up online buying a hybrid sex friend for a night.

Words: 3,331

A/N: Yugyeom as a naught kitty cause why not!?Also why am I such a sucker for this freaking Maknae? Someone come and collect my needy ass, pls.

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You knew it was a bad idea the moment you hit the submit button, but somehow your brain lost against your womanly need. You eyes wonder over the ‘Thank You for your submission’ note written largely on the white screen. Your logical part of your brain was slowly making its self know as you think over what you had just done. You quickly try cancelling your submission as a light sweat gathers against your forehead in pure shock.

“No, come on!” Your hands dance along the keys but there was no way to cancel what you had just done.

You sit staring blankly at your laptop screen until a light buzz sounded next to you. Your eyes slowly follow the sound to your phone which softly vibrates against your hardwood counter. ‘My Husband’ is shining brightly on the phone screen as you hit the green answer button lifting the small device to your ear.

“Y/N~ Guess what I did!” A cheery voice rings as you stifle a laugh. “There’s no telling with you Kookie.” You state back making a fake gasp fall through the phones speaker. “You’re right.” He mumbles backs. “But come on aren’t you even going to guess?” You let your mind wonder as you think of anything that your best friend could of done, but your mind goes blank as your eyes wonder back to your laptop screen. “It probably isn’t as extreme as what I just did.”

A long “ohhh?” sounded in your ear as Jeongguk lets out a skeptical chuckle. “Tell me, what did my cute innocent Y/N do? Did you purposely forget to brush your teeth after you ate lunch!? So scandalous.”

You let out a scoff at his guess making his harmonious laugh run through the phone. “I’ll have you know that I don’t brush my teeth after every meal.” You say trying to sound more fierce? But instead you sound like a small obedient bunny. “My Y/N is so cute~” Jeongguk coos through the phone making you close to hanging up on him. “I’m not cute! And if you must know I bought a dominate hybrid online for uhhh.. personal reasons…” As soon as the words fall from your lips your cheeks heat up at the actual thing you had just did minutes prior.

The line is dead silent for what seems like minutes until Jeongguk softly speaks “You did what?” You let out a loud groan as you softly bang your head against the hardwood countertop. “Don’t make me repeat it.” You mumble out as Jeongguk’s laugh again fills your ear. “Waa~ my Y/N bought a sex friend” He screams as his sentence is followed by more laughs. “You totally beat me Y/N-ah! I just got us some tickets for ‘Wicked’ live but wow!” Your head picks up at the statement a large smile falling across your face. You had wanted to see Wicked live for so long. “You got tickets!? Kookie how?”

“I’m just awesome like that. Anyway, enough about that. What about you and your umm friend?” And there goes your smile as you lay your head back to the countertop. “I don’t want to talk about it.” You mumble just as a small knock on your door makes you sit upright in fear. There was no way. You had submitted your submission only minutes prior… that was impossible. “Y/N?” Jeongguk’s voice asked in your ear as your eyes are glued to your front door another round of knocks being heard.

“Kook, I think… I think he’s here.” You softly mumble as you stand from your seat. “What? Go get it babe!” You mentally groan as you shake your head. “N-No I don’t think I-I want to.” You say softly back. “Come on~ You paid for it! Call me later with the deats!” You again shake your head as the stranger now presses the doorbell. “No Kook, pleas-”

“Bye~” A small click is heard before the phone falls silent. You silently curse as you look down at what you’re wearing. A pair of pajama shorts and a big t shirt with your hair thrown up in a messy bun, you couldn’t of been more unflattering even if you tried. You let out a strangled breath before slowly pattering to your door and stopping to look through the peep hole. You could see wide broad shoulders covered with a dark black sweater. You gulp once before calming your breathing and pulling the door open.

Your eyes are faced with the same broad shoulders as before. Slowly you look up and soon are met with golden brown crescent eyes that reminded you of a cats. He softly smiles at you as your eyes fall over his features making you blink at how beautiful this man actually was. He had light brown hair hidden under a black beanie, his lips were a bright pink and lightly plump bringing out his golden brown eyes. You noticed a small freckle under is right eye and even a small cross earring hanging from his ears.

“You’re Y/N? Right?” He asked as his eyes ghosted quickly over your face. He was so beautiful that he had you speechless so you slowly nod. He smiled, showing his perfect white teeth making you rub your eyes and make sure this was an actual thing that was happening. “I’m Yugyeom, it’s nice to meet you.” He takes one hand out of his tight black jeans and outstretches it to you. You quickly rub your sweaty hands against your shirt and shyly grasp his hand. “N-Nice to meet you too.. um come in please.” You stutter out as you pull away and open the door wider so Yugyeom could step inside.

He smiles softly before stepping through the threshold and into your small apartment. You let out a small breath as you shut the door and follow him into your living room. “Nice, place. Do you go to college?” Was he trying small talk? You lightly laugh at the thought and nod your head. “Yeah I go to Seoul University. I’m studying abroad for a few years.” Your voice is surprisingly strong and you applaud yourself. Yugyeom smiles nodding his head as his eyes wonder around your room.

“Umm.. so anyway. I really never done anything like this before, so..” You stutter out making your inner self hit you again. “What? Sex?” He asked and your face flustered a bright red color. You quickly shake your head a small awkward laugh falling from your lips. “N-No I’ve had sex it’s just I never-” “Hired someone?” He finished for you making you both relieved and embarrassed. Your face still a bright red you slowly nodded. “it’s okay, I’ve never hired anyone either.” You look up at him smiling at you. Was he trying to make a joke? You lightly smile as your eyes wonder down to your hands.

Your brain then slowly recovers something from your submission as you look up at Yugyeom again, his eyes trained on you. You blink at his intense state before awkwardly mumbling “So you’re a-a hybrid?” God you had to be the most awkward person in the whole world. You hear a small chuckle as he nods his head. He then lifts his hands to slowly pull his black beanie away from his head to show two brown cat ears. Your eyes widen as a smile falls over your face. “You can touch them if you want.” He says and your face instantly flashes red again. “Go on, I don’t bite… yet.” He says and you gulp feeling his words hit you down lower. He smirks as he walks to you slowly sliding down to his knees in front of you so his head was in reaching distance to you. You softly bite your lips as you hesitantly reach out and run your hands over his soft ears. You see his eyes slowly close as you lightly pet his head and ears.

You feel his hands slowly trace over your back thighs making small shivers fall down your spine. You look down to see Yugyeoms eyes fixed on yours as he slowly moves forward to leave a soft kitten kiss on your clothed stomach. He smiles softly as his hands run farther up your legs until they rested on your hips. Slowly he pulls the large t shirt you’re wearing up to reveal a small sliver of flesh just above the waist band of your pajama shorts. His eyes are fixed with yours as he leans in again kissing the exposed skin leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Your hands fall as he stands a good few feet above you. He slowly walks forward pushing you back until you feel the cool wall behind you. “No running away from me now Miss. Y/N.” He said deeply trapping you in with his arms. A shiver runs up your spine at his words before his quickly leans in pressing his lips hard and fast against yours.

A small whimper falls from you as he pushes his body flushed against yours as he grabs your hands pinning them above your head. His mouth quickly leaves yours and starts leaving small sloppy wet kisses over your neck and shoulder. You feel his teeth bite over your neck making you jump at the contact. “I warned you I bite, Miss Y/N.” He chuckled against your skin as his teeth bit at the flesh again. His bites and kisses slowly fall south as he releases your hands to fall back to his knees, taking your shirt off as he went. His eyes scan over all the new exposed flesh with excitement as he smiles his tongue poking out as he licks a long strip up your stomach. Your hands run through his brown hair again making his eyes close as he reaches the band of your pajama shorts.

He lightly laughs.“I like your shorts, Very cute~” He coos to you as your face flushes red at your penguin pj shorts. “I-I didn’t have enough time to change.” You stutter out making him smile. “Good, I like you like this. So cute and innocent.” He says as he leans forward biting your inner thigh making you let out a small squeal. He laughs at your reaction before standing back up grabbing your thighs fiercely and lifting you up. Your legs wrap around him as he carries you down the hallway to your bedroom after you had instructed where it was.

His eyes wonder around the room laughing at all your nick nacks making you blush again. “So cute, Y/N-ah.” He says before forcefully pushing you on your bed and hovering over you kissing you hungrily. You let a small moan fall from your lips as your hands once again go to his hair softly pulling on the strands. His hands roam softly over your body until they find your bra clasp. He pulls away as he unclasp you bra and throws it off somewhere in your room before diving in to your chest while keeping eye contact. You blink flustered as his lips leave your chest to slowly fall to your stomach and finally stopping again at your god awful penguin shorts. “I think it’s time to part from your penguins” He says making you laugh lightly as he grabs the waistband before shimmying them down your thighs and legs throwing them off with your bra. You had then noticed how exposed you were while Yugyeom was still fully dressed.

Before he could lean back to your center you lean up grabbing his head in your hands and kiss him, hard. He lets out a small moan as your teeth graze his bottom lip biting softly. Your hands softly traveled down his chest until you grasp the end of his black sweater pulling it quickly and forcefully over his head. You break the kiss to eye his toned porcelain chest, your hand slowly run along his stomach. “Did anyone tell you how beautiful you are Yugyeom.” He lets out a long growl as you slowly ghost over his growing bulge in his tight jeans. Quickly you’re pushed back down to the bed as he grabs your panties not wasting anytime and tearing them right off you. Your eyes wide gasping as he throws the remainders of your favorite lace panties to the floor.

You have no time to voice your opinion as Yugyeom quickly dives into your center. You let out a long moan as his tongue slowly licks up your folds. His eyes find yours as he teases you with small kitten licks. “Y-Yugyeom please.” You whine out as he chuckles not giving you what you want. His tongue continues its torture as you feel his long finger slowly glide up your entrance. “What is it that you want Miss. Y/N?” He asks his voice deep as he pulls away to look at you, his finger still slowly gliding your folds. “You’re fingers, please, Yugyeom.” You whine back making him smile. “Well since you asked so nicely.” He says as his finger finally pushes in you making your hips fly towards him. His free hand quickly pushes your hips down as he slowly pumps his finger in and out at a slow pace.

“More, Yugyeom.” You moan out making him tisk. “You’re very needy aren’t you Miss Y/N.” He replied as he makes his pace even slower, if that was possible. You let out a long whimper making him smile. “Please.” He slowly quickens his pace making you moan out. “I can’t say no to you, Miss Y/N.” He growls as he quickly pumps his finger adding another one making your head fall back and your hips buck even more to match his quick pace. You feel a small knot in your lower stomach as your orgasm slowly approaches but before you even had a chance to register it Yugyeom pulls back. You let out a whine making him chuckle as he leans forward hovering back over you. You let your eyes wonder over his face as he lifts his hand slowly sucking on it making a tint fall across your cheek.

He smiles as he pops his finger out and then leans forward kissing you deeply. You hear his throaty moan as he slowly grinds against you. His bulge is hard as it presses against your lower abdomen with slow ragged thrusts. Your hands run down his chest and stomach until they reach the button of his jeans. You quickly unbutton them and unzip the zipper pulling them and his boxers down enough to let his member free. He lets out a growl as his now free member rubs against you, but it isn’t enough. He quickly stands removing both his boxers and jeans as you finally catch glimpse of his long brown tail. You don’t have a chance to ask much on it as he, again, quickly hovers over you and slowly rubs the head of his dick against your entrance.

You hear his breathy moans as he pushed slowly into you fully. You yourself let out a loud moan at the contact before it is concealed with Yugyeoms lips. Your hands fly to his back as he pulls out and then slams back in making you cry out in pleasure. “You like that Miss Y/N? Tell me, how much you like it?” He growls in your ear as you moan again loudly as he thrusts again. “That’s it, scream for me.” He whispers and you can’t help the loud moans and screams from your lips as Yugyeom continues to slowly pull out and quickly and roughly push in. Your nails scratch his back as his head digs in the small of your shoulder.

Soon you feel the familiar knot rising up. You quickly wrap your legs around Yugyeom making him groan and quickly pull out and in now. You shut your eyes as your orgasm takes ahold of you throwing you over the edge. Yugyeoms thrusts start to slowly get unbalanced, ragged breaths falling from his lips as you feel him twitch and cum inside you. His body slowly starts to still as both of you come down from your highs. His head comes to rest on yours as he pulls away from your shoulder. You slowly look over his features again, his golden crescent eyes with a small freckle under his right eye. His pink plump lips, now lightly swollen from kissing, and his brown kitten ears laying atop his head. He sees you staring and chuckles lightly before saying “Staring is rude.” Your eyes fall back to his as your cheeks darken. “I-I wasn’t staring.. I was admiring.” He laughs at you before softly shaking his head. “So cute Y/N-ah~” You scoff as you push him off making him laugh more.

You quickly gather up your comforter hiding your naked body as Yugyeom stands pulling on his discarded clothes. Was that it? Sex and then he leaves right away? You would of liked to cuddled or something.. Damn you should of read the fine print. “You’re leaving?” You asked and completely regretted it the moment it left you mouth. You could practically hear how needy your voice sounded. Yugyeom throws on his black sweater as he looks at you with a small smirk. “Do you want me to stay Miss Y/N?” He asked making you shrug. He smiles as he slowly crawls up your body until his face was inches from yours. “I’m usually not suppose to, but I’ll make an exception with you Miss Y/N.” You blink a few times taking in his response as your phone vibrates somewhere on the floor.

His eyes scan the floor for the source’s sound until he picks up your phone a frown on his face. “You should get it.” He said handing it to you. You’re confused until you see ‘My Husband’ written on the screen. Your face burns as you answer the phone bringing it to your ear.

“Y/N-ah! So? How was he?” You hear Jeongguks voice ask as you mentally curse him. “I can’t talk right now.” You mumble out. “Oh? Did I interrupt? Are you still going at it? Damn!” You let out a groan as you mumble a 'I’ll call you later’ and hang up. You let out a sigh as you look up to see Yugyeom no longer standing in your room. Oh god, did he leave? You quickly find your shirt and shorts not worrying about undergarments, seeing as he had torn them up, as you quickly walk to your living room. Yugyeom’s leaning against the door, hands in his pocket and eyes casted to his feet. “H-He isn’t my husband.” You say making him look up at you.

“He’s my best friend, we just have our name like that in each others phone.” You clarify making him shrug. “Why would you explain that to me?” Your face runs red again and you slowly look down to your feet. “I-I just didn’t want you to misunderstand.” He lets out a small chuckle before saying “It’s none of my business.” You softly nod your head. “Anyway, I should go.” Your head flys back to his as you see him now fully dressed; beanie, shoes, everything. “You’re leaving? I-I though that- Uh.. never mind.” You say not wanting to be needy again. His eyes run over your body stopping at your God awful penguin shorts making him let out a deep breath before he kicks off his shoes and walks slowly over to you. You look up at him as he stands near you his hand running softly over your cheek.

“Fine, you and your cute penguin shorts are an exception.” You smile at him before he leans forward trapping you lips with his. “Just this once.” He whispered against your lips, but somehow both of you knew it wasn’t just a one time thing.

Hey could you make a part 2 of the teacher!hyunjin ? I really liked it

So Cute, PT.2

note: I'm so glad someone asked for a part 2, I didn't wanna type one if no one liked it 😭

pairing: hyunjin + fem!reader

genre: smut, college!au

includes: sub!hyunjin, soft dom!reader, oral (male receiving), corruption kink, hyunjin is shy :), pet names (mostly baby), marking, praise, creampie, unprotected sex (as usual, but y'all stay safe 😭)

word count: 1.3k words

   "And he gave in..." You finished. Your roommate had asked where you were headed, and so you gave her the full story. "But why Mr. Hwang? He's so...awkward" She questioned for the millionth time. "Hey! His awkwardness is adorable," You defended. "I just love it when he pushes up his glasses...oh my god, and the cute blush on his face when he makes a mistake" You go on, earning a groan from your roommate. “You should’ve seen him, he was weak at the knees” You bragged, smirking into the mirror as you admired yourself. The short skirt you wore hugged your hips perfectly, the small top hugging close to you, your breasts prominent. You sighed and walked towards the door. “I’ll see you later, I don’t know when I’ll be back” You spoke before leaving.

*time skip*

You knocked on the door of the modern looking house. For a professor, he must have made much money to afford such a nice place. "Hmm, maybe he didn't hear the knock..." You thought, shrugging your shoulders. Little did you know, he heard the knock, he was just nervous about you being there, hesitating to open the door. That's when you rung the doorbell. Finally, he had pulled open the door and grinned at you softly. You stepped inside and shut the door behind you, immediately tossing your bag to the side and leaning in to kiss him. He grabbed your waist, his lips locking onto your soft ones. "L-let's go to my room..." He stuttered slightly, grabbing your hand and pulling you along with him.

You reach the room and he locks the door after he shuts it. Your hands find the hem of his shirt, helping him remove it. Pushing him up against the door, you leave dark purple marks all over his collarbone, his moans echoing ever so softly in the large room. "Mhmm, your moans are so pretty..." You hummed, a blush redder than apples themselves adorned his cheeks, as his glasses sat at the tip of his nose. He had never felt more nervous as your intimidating eyes locked into his, as you smirked at him, body pressed up against his. Filling the air was a sexually tense feeling so thick, you couldn't cut through.

"Sit there," You pointed to the bed, "and watch me undress" You finished, pushing him on the bed lightly. He was flustered, staring at you as you got naked in front of him. The teasingly slow movement you made when slipping off each clothing item. He couldn't help but glance at the prominent bulge in his pants, that was until you snapped your fingers in front of his face, causing him to look at you. Slowly, he studied your naked figure in front of him, wondering how he'd got so lucky.

You crawled on top of him, kissing and licking spots on his face as you grabbed the hem of his pants. "I-, y/n.." He spoke, interrupting your movements. You halted and looked at him. "I...I haven't done this before..." He admitted, as he shied away from eye contact. You hummed, a soft grin on your face, as you lifted his head up with the tip of your finger. "Hmm...that's hot," was all that came from your lips as you went to suck on his bottom lip, palming him through his boxers, earning a whimper from him. The thought of taking this innocence away from him had you soaked, your cunt practically pooling underneath you.

"And it's Hyunjin...my f-first name" He stuttered, not able to look you in the eye, but able to look at your naked figure on top of him. You just smirked, looking down at the visible wet spot of precum on his boxers.

In a swift motion, you pull them down and his impressive sized cock hit his abdomen. Biting your lip, a heated feeling fills your face. "Wow baby," you had sat in front of the veiny length and rubbed it, spitting on it for moisture, "you're telling me no one's ever wanted this beautiful cock of yours, it's so mouthwatering."

He whimpers under a simple touch on his cock. "Baby, you're already so hard and I haven't done much at all" You bragged as you jerked off his cock, earning hisses and whimpers from his lips. "Y-y/n, fuck.." He whimpers at the feeling rushing to his cock, his head thrown back slightly. Suddenly, milky substance oozes out of his cock, the length still hardened. "Was that too quick?" He slightly frowned, disappointed in not lasting so long as he looked at the mess he made. "No no baby, you did so good" you reassured, placing the palm of your creamed hand on his cheek.

His cock was throbbing pleasurably almost painful. That's when you went down to kitty lick the tip, teasing him with each lick and small sucks on his tip. "Please," He breathed out, "wanna cum in your mouth". Giggling a little, you took his whole length in your mouth, gagging a little when the tip hit the back of your throat. As you sucked him like you haven't been fed for days, he couldn't help but tangle a hand into your hair, lightly tugging at the strands. His hips bucking caused you to gag and he lightly fucked your mouth to reach his close release. Strings of moans and curses left his lips, and soon his warm cum shot onto your tongue, with someone landing on your face.

"You're so amazing babyboy," You praised, "taking my mouth so well". He grinned at the compliment, his cheeks heating up as he blushed.

"Umm..do you want me to-" He’s cut off as your lips connect to his neck, causing him to gasp. “It’s your first time, this might is for you..” You whisper to him. “Besides, watching you crumble under me has me soaked”. His face was even redder than before, and he had moved his hands to your hips as small moans rolled off the tongue. You weren’t lying. Drips of arousal had trickled down your leg, the way he was always so shy and flustered had you wet already, and now seeing him naked in front of you, had your mouth watering.

That’s when you lifted yourself, along with the help of Hyunjin’s hands your hips, and lined yourself up with his tip. In one motion, you plunged his thick cock inside the warm tight walls of your cunt. It was what seemed like a perfect fit, as if his cock was made for your cunt and your cunt alone. “F-fuck babyboy, you’re stretching me so perfect,” a moan falling off your lips. “y/n, fuck.....”He moans quietly, self conscious about how he sounds. “Baby, don’t hold back, let me hear how pretty you sound” You spoke, placing the palm of your hand on his cheek as you kept eye contact. His facial expressions twist and turn, his eyes squeezed shut as you ride him.

"...gonna cum" He spoke lowly, his voice wispy and tired out. You grasp his lips with your own, your tongue playing with his.

Once you clenched around him, his warm cum filled your walls and he moaned loudly while holding onto your waist. Soon after, your release followed.

Sliding off of him, you clenched around the air at your hole feeling empty. You turned to look at him, laying on your side as you stared at his pretty face. His cheeks were flushed, strands of hair stuck on his sweat covered face as he breathed in and out.

You didn't know what to do. I mean, what are you supposed to do after you fuck your professor?

"Do you want a bath?" You asked, stretching as you got out of the bed. He grinned and nodded, staring into your eyes. Stepping inside the large bathroom, you ran the bath water, taking the bottle of bubbles beside the faucet and adding it to the bathtub.

He walks behind you and wraps his hands around your waist, causing you to gasp a little.

"I don't think i wanna teach tomorrow" He whispered to you, hands wrapped around you as his thumbs rubbed your sides gently. "Well...we can always skip. Just cancel class for tomorrow" You suggested, a smile on your face as you looked up at him. "Hmm...sounds like a plan".

just business  //  shownu  //  final

↪ PAIRING: Reader / Shownu  ↪ SUMMARY: Y/N’s mysterious new neighbour has definitely caught your eye. He’s quiet but the two of strike up an unlikely friendship. He doesn’t speak about his work to you and you don’t ask, but when his job puts your life in danger questions have to be answered once and for all.

↪ WARNINGS: violence | stabbing | mentions of blood | sex

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE | SIX | SEVEN | EIGHT | NINE

THREE YEARS LATER

Affectionate thumbs rubbed up and down your growing belly and you hummed in satisfaction. You weren’t far along enough yet to really be showing too much, but laying in bed with your shirt bunched up under your breasts it was clear as day to see; you were pregnant.

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Louder || Maverick 18+

summary: In the mood to have sweet sex with you, Maverick is unveiling his passion and romanticism, until you throw out a dirty word that he never thought you would say.

warnings: smut, daddy kink, age gap

pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Female!Reader

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Maverick appreciated sensual lovemaking with you. He could get rough sometimes, but tonight he preferred to be in missionary with his eyes focused on you. He was caressing your cheek, each roll of his hips sending you higher above the clouds. 

“I love you, sweetheart,” Maverick says, kissing your neck. A smile finds its way to inch across your face, your hands trailing over his back. The rippled muscles between his shoulder blades cause you to hum.

“I love you more,” You answer. “O-oh, Mav, right there!” You grunt when he hits that one spot, the one that’ll have you seeing stars. “Nice and slow, please,” 

Maverick reacts by holding your face. He kisses you tenderly. Angling his hips in just the right way, he pushes slowly into you, ensuring you feel every inch. “Sweetheart,” He grunts in your ear. He raises his head. He looks up at the ceiling in the midst of each thrust, his fingertips gripping the sheets beside your head. 

You spread your legs apart and wind them around his waist. “Are you okay?” He asks you between pants. 

“Mmhm,” You dig your nails into the supple flesh of his hips. “H-harder,” You insist. 

“Harder?” Maverick laughs, but doesn’t argue much more. He loved that even though he was older than you, he could keep up with your sex game. 

And he also loved the idea of being older than you. 

You did too. Hence why when Maverick slammed into your hips at an increased rate, you couldn’t stop it. The older man’s strokes were pounding you fiercely. 

“Maverick! Yes! Oh, daddy, you feel so good!” You scream, neck straining. 

Then you realized what you had just said. 

He stops thrusting, and you gasp. “M-Maverick,” You gulp. “I’m such an idiot, I’m so sorry,” You’re growing flustered, embarrassment flooding your features. 

You move your hands to cover your face, your eyes glowing with emotion.

Maverick doesn’t want you to feel embarrassed. So, he raises the tempo. Reaching his hand underneath the headboard, he grips it tightly. He knows what he’s about to do. 

“Say it again,” Maverick swallows. 

Your eyebrows furrow. “W-what?” 

He grows sterner. “I said; say it again,” He hisses. 

“D-daddy?” You whisper. He’s slowly thrusting. 

“Again,” Maverick closes his eyes, tightening his grip on the headboard.

“Daddy,” You say more confidently.

“Atta girl, say it again,” He encourages you.

“Daddy!” You’re more prominent.

“That’s my girl! C’mon!” His voice echoes in the bedroom. He’s moving at a faster rate, using the headboard as a means to pull himself deeper into you. 

“DADDY!” You scream at the top of your lungs, legs wounding his hips. Maverick’s neck strains, veins bulging as he presses into you faster. 

“That’s my girl – should’ve known that dirty little mouth had something to say,” Maverick grunts, kissing your neck. You feel him practically rip your innocence away as he pounds viciously into your weeping entrance.

“O-oh! Yes! Right there, d-daddy! Don’t stop!” You hiss and writhe as pleasure rocks your body. 

Maverick smiles smugly. “Daddy owns you, you hear me?” He nips your neck. 

You nod your head. “Yes!” You cry with adoration. 

Maverick smirks, sealing his mouth to yours. Your body is wracked with ecstasy as you slowly begin to see stars. He can feel you trying to hang on. He grunts and curses as he digs deeper, slowly stroking you with everything he’s got.

“Cum, sweetheart, lose yourself,” He whispers. 

You finish hard around him, walls clenching tightly. Maverick smiles, thrusting a few more times until he finished, hot spurts of his release coating your channel. 

When he pulls out of you and rolls you onto his chest, you’re panting for air. 

“W-was that okay?” You ask quietly.

“Okay?” Maverick scoffs. “Baby, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard you say,” He admits, kissing your temple. 

You would certainly use it again.

Hate Or Love-Mark Tuan(M)

Request: Mark smut where he’s in a arranged marriage where he hates the girl ,but angry sex turns to love. Speedy I don’t think I can stop😂 too many ideas

Words: 2,530

You could feel him glaring at you from across the room once again. You wanted to be mad at him. But, you were more confused than anything. You hadn’t said much to him before the two of you got married; you didn’t know much about him. You hadn’t even seen him before your parents introduced you to the one you would be married to. From the moment you had met Mark, he always had this look of complete loathing whenever he saw you. You hadn’t even done anything. The first time you met him, he stared daggers through you.

It wasn’t unusual for people to have arranged marriages, but from the looks of it, neither one of you wanted this one. You didn’t hate him. You could just tell there was no way in hell this marriage was going to work. People kept telling you to give him a chance, but how could you when he wouldn’t even talk to you? Wouldn’t breathe in your direction? It was hard; you’d never been hated by anyone before. Especially for no reason. You crossed your legs on the couch, the material rubbing along your smooth skin as you moved.

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You’re just a hitch hiker trying to escape the small town you grew up in. Life is out there waiting for you, but never did you think it would take you to Los Angeles. There is word of a group for people like you who want a place to belong. If only you knew…

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Austin!Tex Watson x fem!reader

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬/𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: MINORS DNI! This includes depictions of murder and very quick mention of sexual assault. mentions of blood, violence, breaking and entering, trespassing, mentions of being in a cult. CHARLES MANSON AND THE MANSON FAMILY! use of a gun, mentions of murder, murder scene, super angsty and super dark! extremely violent

I’ve been writing this for over two months now and am finally proud to put this out. This is super dark and very tense if you can not handle that please do not interact. you’ve been warned. I need more Tex Watson in my life but this one is for you @mamaspresley @karamelcoveredolicity

You gripped your arm tightly as the blood dripped from your fingers. Panting you stood by the poolside looking into the water. That once clear blue liquid slowly faded as the harsh dark red color infused it. You hadn’t heard the footsteps behind you, yet when his larger hand was placed on the small of your back you didn’t react in the slightest. The clang of metal hitting the concrete sounded out beside you, your eyes catching the silver of the gun just from the corner.

“He’ll never hurt you again…” Tex’s hoarse voice said to you. Looking up at him you could see the bruises already beginning to form around his neck, blood and bruising showed all over his face. His hands and arms were stained with blood. Was it his or someone else’s? You weren’t sure, but what did it matter. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” he asked, motioning to your arm. You shrugged, nowhere else hurt. The knife wound didn't exactly hurt, you could just feel the faint throb as the blood gushed from it.

Reaching out he held your face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that were flowing down your cheeks. “Shh, darlin’ you’re safe now. I told you I’d always protect you, didn't I? We’re goin’ somewhere far from here, just you and me.” You sniffled and gave him a little nod. Leaning in Tex pulled you close and gently pressed his lips against yours. The metallic taste of iron from his busted bottom lip seeped into the kiss. It didn’t matter though, you had him and he had you and Charlie was dead.

~

You grew up in a small town in Tennessee. The population was a little less than 300 with no chance for opportunity unless you were to become a farmer. When you turned 19 you packed one small backpack of clothes and some necessities, said goodbye to your mama, and set out on the road. You wanted to do something, wanted to be someone but you knew you couldn’t do that in Tennessee. Over a year later you had traveled all across America, almost making it to Canada at one point hitchhiking. Yet you ended up in Los Angeles, California.

You were standing out on the corner of Sunset Boulevard with your thumb out in the air, hoping someone would pick you up. To your luck, a blue pickup truck pulled up next to you. Watching as the passenger window was rolled down, you moved in closer to see the driver. You were met with big soft blue eyes and a heart-throbbing smile. His head was ducked down just enough to see you, causing his shoulder-length brown hair to cascade over his shoulders and fall

carelessly around his face.

“Where are you headed to?” he asked his soft southern drawl peeking through his words. Catching your bottom lip between your teeth gently you leaned into the car pushing your head into the window ever so slightly. “Down to San Fernando, heard there’s a group out there that might take me in. Don’t need you to take me all the way, just as far as you wanna.” your voice was bubbly and warm. One thing you found helped along your travels was to be as inviting as possible. Be it by your tone of voice or the things you wore the more inviting, the more people wanted to take you with them.

“Are you talkin’ about that Spahn Ranch?”

Nodding cautiously, you hoped that area had been good and he wouldn’t turn you away. “Funny you’d be goin’, I’m actually headin’ that way myself. We can go together.” with that he sat up unlocking the door. You let out a slight shriek of happiness quickly moving over to the bench on the corner and scooped up your knit bag. Opening the side door you got in and set your bag on the floorboard of the car.

The man was much larger than from outside the vehicle. His legs were long and built, you could tell because of the way his jeans hugged his thighs and his boots clung to his claves. Your eyes met his face as he began to drive, noticing the way his slight facial hair accentuated his jawline. He was a handsome man no doubt about it, this you decided was good in case he wanted something in return for driving you.

“I’m Tex by the way. Tex Watson.” his eyes returned your gaze from the side with a smile. A warm tinge bit at your cheeks from the embarrassment of getting caught. Smiling bashfully you held eye contact with him for a moment,” Well thank you so much for picking me up Mr. Tex. I’m Y/N.”

“Oh don’t mention it, jus’ glad I could offer some help.”. The ride there was long, about an hour from where you had been picked up. You two talked almost the whole time. At first, it was small talk and by the time the sign for Spahn Ranch came into view he was laughing at a story you told him through your cross-country travels. You started to get quiet as your surroundings finally registered. The orange mountains that engulfed the little ranch made everything seem so small. That wasn’t the only thing off about this place, the closer you got to the ranch the more people started to show up. A few here and there at first and then an almost swarm of people at the barn and by the house.

The most eerie thing of it all, was how many girls there were. You could count the number of men you saw on your left hand, including Tex. You could feel your body tense as the girls began to notice the truck, a few of them running towards it waving their hands and giggling. The man beside you looked over picking up on your timidness. “It’s okay, they ain’t goin’ to hurt you. I promise,” he reassured. For some reason, the words from this stranger made a sense of relief wash over you. Before you could give any indication of understanding he parked the truck, turned it off, and stepped out.

You followed picking your bag off the floor and slipping to the dusty ground. “Tex, you brought us a new friend!” a girl no older than 16 said coming up to you. “Welcome to Spahn Ranch. I’m Squeaky. Let me take your bag.” an older woman said coming up to you and reaching out to take your things. Two more girls were talking to you at the same time starting to pull you away from the car. It was so overwhelming you could barely get a word in, your head turned looking over your shoulder at the man who brought you here. His eyes locked with yours and he nodded gently to you before you were pulled away fully.

~

That night you had been fed and bathed, given new clothes, and a room to share for the night. Sitting on the mattress of the floor you were getting your hair braided by a young girl with a head of hair so orange it looked as though she had been dipped in the colors of the setting sun. The two of you were listening to a Beatles record when a man no taller than 5’8 walked into the room. The girl sitting behind you immediately stood and left the room. You could feel your heart pound against your ribcage as the two of you were left alone. He stood near the door for a moment looking over you without saying a word.

Before the silence became too alarming he walked over to you with a warm smile, crouching down on the floor in front of you. “Hello, I’m Charles Manson. You can call me Charlie.” his voice was soft and inviting. It took you off guard as the voice that came from this man did not fit what was being portrayed. “I’m Y/N…” your voice was meek and timid showing your uncomfort. “No need to be afraid little rabbit, I won’t hurt you.” his hand reached out to your face, pushing a stray hair that had fallen from your braid behind your ear.

Your body tensed at his touch, his hand lingering against the skin on your cheek. “I run things around here. I’m just here to make sure you won’t be a threat to our home. But you seem harmless… isn’t that right?” you nodded in response looking away from him. Retracting his hand he set it on his knees standing. “I’d like for you to be a part of this if you want to stay. I think you would be a great addition. Mouse will run you through how we go about things if you decide to stay. We are a community here and we all help each other out. This is a good home with good people, I think you’d fit right in.”

The words you wanted to say got caught in your throat so you sufficed with a quick “Thank you Charlie.” and with that, he gave you a nod and left. Your interaction with this strange man and this strange place did not sit easy with you the rest of the night.

~

A month had gone by and you were finally settled into a home. The ranch had become a final resting spot and the people slowly became your family. You quickly learned how things worked around there, much like a commune where everyone had their own job to complete every day, and in return for work, you got a roof over your head and food in your belly. It was also explained to you that there were only a few men to help out with the things the women couldn’t do.

Due to Charles being the main person in charge he made it clear that the men could not touch the woman unless going through him first. This you did not question as you did not want to jeopardize your living situation. But this didn’t stop you and Tex from finding ways to see each other. Since that first day of arrival, the two of you had been inseparable. He always knew where you were or what you were doing and you knew the same of his whereabouts. You both volunteered together on off-lot missions as well as around the ranch maintenance. At meal times the two of you would sit together separate from the group. You’d grown rather fond of his company and you could feel the tension grow between the two of you with each meeting.

Tex Watson was Charlie’s second hand, and with your presence, the man was starting to notice the lack of concentration the taller man had for his most pressing matters. So the first day of Tex’s absence left a bad taste in your mouth. You tried not to think much of it, but soon days passed and then weeks. The work that was given to you on the ranch became more physically taxing and the women began to outcast you. You had been prohibited from joining the weekly congregation in the main house and were given the scraps of anything left be it food, fresh water, bathing time, etc.

Leaning against the hoe you held in your hand, you swiped the sweat from your forehead. The hot summer California sun beating down on you. Today’s task was tilling land to get ready for fall gardening. Looking across the ranch towards the entrance you saw a strange large van drive up the way. When it came to a stop you were quick to point out Charlie climbing down the passenger’s side. The back doors opened and five men exited, not one face was familiar until a sixth final body turned from closing the doors.

You felt your heart thud against your ribcage, nearly losing your grip on the tool in your hand. His eyes found yours across the way and you lifted your hand in his direction to give a gentle wave. A very faint smile crossed his lips for a short moment, but before he could return the gesture Charlie was tugging on his shirt sleeve to pull him along.

By dinner, you had washed up and were sitting down next to a new member who did not speak. The two of you sat in silence as the girls and men around you chatted. Staring down at your plate with your chin resting in your left hand, you pushed the food around with your fork. At the sound of footsteps approaching the table, your gaze shifted to follow the sound. There he stood, a few feet to your left looking at you. The once happy peaceful dazzle in his blue eyes had faded, a grim fearful look now clouded them. The circles under his eyes had caused them to sink in slightly and you could tell by the way he was carrying himself that he had been eating poorly.

You’d wondered if Charles was doing the same to him as he was to you. Tilting both eyebrows up in a concerted manner you watched as he creased his, the corners of his mouth dropping slightly. “Tex!” a man from the van had called to him from across the room, waving him in. You opened your mouth to speak but before words could be exchanged the man turned on his heels and quickly walked away. You felt a lump begin to form in your throat as tears threatened to spill against your waterline. Without another moment's hesitation, you stood from the table and quickly left the room to return to your assigned sleeping quarters.

Tex had watched you go, his heart-wrenching in his chest as he yearned to follow. The man who sat beside him gripped his bicep, shaking his head from side to side slowly. “Remember what Charlie said…” the man spoke lowly for only him to hear. Tex pried his eyes away from the now empty door frame and nodded, shoveling a fork full of food into his mouth.

-

That night you lay on your palette of blankets and pillows, curled up holding yourself tightly. Tonight's meeting was a loud celebration of Charlie's return and the initiation of the new members. Tears streamed down your face seeping into the pillows below your head, and the image of the broken man you once knew burned into your mind. Sobbing quietly the sound of the bedroom door slowly creaked open. Sniffling you slowly sat up wiping your tears away, “Snake Eyes you can’t be here. If Charlie finds that you’ve snuck away he’ll punish you-…”

Your words stopped in their tracks as your eyes landed on that oh so familiar face. You had expected it to be your assigned roommate. The click of the door sounded out into the quiet before he held his hands out in front of him and fully faced you, “It’s only me lil Rabbit.” his voice was gruff as he spoke to you using that awful nickname you’d been deemed due to your skittish nature. Quickly scrambling to your feet you practically threw yourself at the man, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him close to bury your face into him.

Stumbling back against the door he let out a pained groan before chuckling slightly and slinking his arms around your body to hold you close. Pulling away your hands rested against his face, your thumbs gently rubbing his cheeks. “Where have you been? Did he hurt you?” you looked over his face, noticing the slightly raised flesh on his left cheek beginning to bruise. “Nothin’ like that matters now. We have to go Y/N…” he said hurriedly brushing some hair away from your face.

“Tex, if we leave he’ll kill us,” you said worry lacing with each word. “Rabbit, honey he’ll kill us both if we don’t,” he said firmly his face riddled with angst and fear. You nodded hesitantly wiping stray tears from earlier away from your face. Taking a few deep breaths you walked over to a pile of folded clothes on the floor quickly picking up a large jacket and throwing it on. Tex held his hand out for you, which you took quickly intertwining your fingers. As he opened the door he slowly stuck his head out looking around before bolting out the building pulling you closely along.

Holding his hand tightly you kept looking over your shoulder towards the main house where shrieks and hollers erupted from. Running up the lot Tex stopped at the truck you had first been picked up in. “Can you be my lil lookout darlin’? It won’t take long just watch the house okay, if someone comes out you tell me.” you did as you were told while he worked efficiently to open the door to the car. Once it was open he shuffled you into the passenger seat and buckled you in. You watched as he pulled the lining of the car out under the steering wheel to expose a mess of cords.

He paused nervously looking at each wire trying to remember which ones to connect. Pulling a pocket knife from his jeans he took a deep breath and cut two different cords sparking them together a few times. Successfully the car started and the headlights beamed brightly. Your eyes widened at the car's sudden start, your gaze still glued to the house. “Hey, hey s-someone’s coming. Someone just left the house Tex come on.” your voice was frantic as you looked over at him with pleading eyes.

“Shit…” he muttered under his breath, climbing into the car quickly and slamming the door shut. With a lurch forward and the spin of tires against the dusty graveled ground, Tex sped off down the road quickly not letting up on the gas until Spahn Ranch was far out of sight.

~

He drove you deep into Hollywood Hills where houses had gates around them and backyards were so big you could fit a separate house on the amount of land. Coming to a halt Tex turned the car off, dimming the headlights along with it. “We’ve been watchin’ this house a few blocks down for weeks now. This neighborhood stays pretty quiet and abandoned ‘cause you know rich people have more than one house I suppose.” he gave a light-hearted chuckle at the end of his sentence. You gave him a soft nod in response, keeping your eyes out the windows.

Reaching over he placed his hand on top of yours making you jump slightly, your eyes meeting his. As his fingers curled around your hand he gave it a little squeeze, his eyebrows knit tightly together, “I won’t let them hurt you anymore, you hear me. I promise Y/N I’ll keep you safe now.” he said gently, running the pad of his thumb across your knuckles. The tears in your eyes begged to overflow down your cheeks as you gave another half nod letting your eyes fall to the pair of your hand in his.

With his free hand, Tex gingerly rested his index finger under your chin to inch your face back to his. Swiping away a fallen tear his solemn face moved closer to you, pressing his lips carefully against your left cheek. Closing your eyes you let the warm feeling from his kiss soothe you slightly pressing back into him. He pulled away and smiled, “Come on let’s get you inside.”

Getting out of the car he led you up a hill passed some gated houses to a small cul de sac. The houses on this hill were hidden away by the immense amount of trees and brush surrounding the area. Sneaking up the driveway he helped you up over the fence into the backyard. “Tex, what have you and Charlie been doing out here? Why do you know this house is empty?” you asked, watching as he was pitching himself over the fence and dropping to the ground. With a grunt he picked his head up, tossing his brown hair over his head and out of his face. You could sense the hesitation in his delivery when he spoke, “Just uhhh, you know seein’ if any of these people might be willin’ to help us out the way George did with lettin’ us all be on the ranch.”

-

1:30am

Tex had found an open window around the back of the house a story up. After climbing through he unlocked the patio door letting you in. The house was huge with seven bedrooms and 12 bathrooms, the master bedroom itself was at least two rooms combined into one.

Deciding you were tired of being filthy you headed for the bathroom. You stood under the water in the shower, the hot streams hitting your face and frail body.

You could feel the heaviness in your eyes as the warmth began to soothe your unhinged nerves. So consumed by the shower itself you jumped when you felt the large hand caress your left shoulder. Pulling your face from the water you swiped it out of your eyes and peered up at the man before you. The swelling from earlier had only gotten worse around his left eye, discoloration decorating the fair skin. Turning around, let your arms extend to wrap around his bare waist.

Returning the gesture his long arms enveloped your body pulling you close. Gingerly you pressed your cheek against his bare chest listening to the sound of his heart beating gently. He moved the two of you back into the water letting it cascade down your bodies. Picking your head up, you craned your neck to look back up at him, the tips of your fingers brushing against his spine in the dip of his lower back. His hand came up to hold your face, his dark wet hair clinging to his head and neck. Leaning down he pressed his plump lips against your own, kissing you deeply.

2:00 am

Gripping the sides of the fuzzy robe you wrapped it tightly around your body sitting down on the corner of the plush bed. There was a name embroidered on the robe, ‘Tate’ but it meant nothing to you. With balled fists you rubbed your eyes stifling a yawn. Once your eyes had opened Tex was standing before you, towel wrapped around his torso leaving little to the imagination. He held out a small pile of folded clothes which you took gracefully with a smile. Standing you removed the robe as he disappeared into what you could only assume to be the closet.

Glancing over your body you smiled at the small marks along your chest and between your thighs. You exhaled happily as your fingers ran over a spot on your neck before slipping into the clean panties Tex had given you. The T-Shirt and shorts followed quickly after that and you giggled when you felt his arms wrap tightly around you from behind. Holding onto his forearms you leaned your head back onto his shoulder, his head dipping down into the crook of your neck.

“We could stay like this forever ya know. Have some kids and settle down in a big house somewhere far from here,” he whispered, kissing your neck gently. Closing your eyes you swayed side to side slightly holding on to him. “I’d like that,” you whispered back.

2:30am

After the pair of you tore the kitchen apart, you made it back to the master bedroom finally slipping under the silken covers. The mattress practically swallowed the two of your bodies and as if on cue the weight of sleep began to corrupt your train of thought. With a full belly and a nice shower you couldn’t feel more content to be wrapped in his arms once more, head resting on his chest as the drone of his heartbeat lulled you to sleep.

4:00am

The crash was loud ripping you from your deep sleep. You weren’t sure if you had just dreamt the sound as Tex lay beside you still sleeping peacefully. Looking at the bedroom door your heart began to pick up speed. With another quick look at the man beside you, you slipped out from under the covers and made your way quietly out of the room. One thing you had picked up while staying on the Ranch was stealth. Creeping down the hallway towards the direction the sound came from, you stayed close to the wall carefully peering into each bedroom as you passed.

Entering the kitchen your first instinct was to find something to protect yourself. Your eyes scanned the room falling on the set of kitchen knives beside the stove. Swallowing harshly you tiptoed to the knives wrapping your fingers around the handle of the biggest one. You gripped it tightly, holding it close to your body as you continued to look around. Then you saw it, the huge sliding glass doors that led to the patio had been smashed, glass scattered all across the floor in front of it.

The beat of your heart thrummed in your ears so loudly you hadn’t even heard the footsteps behind you. “Gotcha Rabbit.” a heavy hand gripped your left wrist yanking you around to face him. Without a thought, you brought the knife around in a quick motion slashing across the man’s face. He dropped your wrist reaching up to grip his face, “You bitch!” he yelled, holding the cut closed against his cheek. Acting quickly you held your knife tightly and ran from the kitchen carefully to avoid the glass on the floor. “Charlie, she's making a break for it!” his voice boomed through the house as you ran.

Turning your head back for a split second another pair of arms reached out grabbing you tightly as you ran into the other body hard. A scream so loud it could curdle blood escaped your lips, “Tex!” you cried out before a large hand slapped over your mouth muffling your cries. “Shut up. Shut up or I’ll put a bullet in that pretty little skull of yours right now.” he pressed the small barrel against your temple hard, that once the soft mask of a face you had met so long ago finally removed itself to show the evil beneath it. Slowly you slipped the blade under your shirt tucking it into the waistband of your shorts. “Don’t scream. You got it, one peep and your brains will paint this wall,” he commanded, pressing the metal harder into your head. With wide eyes and a racing breath, you nodded, his hand being removed from your mouth.

Spinning you around he jammed the gun into the back of your head hard shoving you forward. You walked through those halls again, your breath heavy as your heart continued to race. Once you entered the living room you looked back at Charlie, your eyebrows creased together. He motioned with the gun for you to drop to the floor and you did as you were told. The man from the kitchen entered the room, blood streaking down his face from the cut, grabbing Manson’s attention. “What happened?” he began, noticing the blood then shaking his head, “Nevermind, did you find him?” he asked, still holding his weapon in your direction.

He shook his head and the man beside you huffed in disappointment. “Well, where’s Clem?” he demanded getting rather impatient with the man. “I-I don’t know. Sent him to the bedroom when we got here. Maybe he found him.” the more he talked the more you began to recognize him. His name was Bobby he was one of the men who climbed out of the truck with Tex when he first arrived back on the ranch. “Goddamnit well go on, go and find em’ I ain’t got all night to finish this.” Charles waved Bobby off walking over to you.

Crouching down in front of you as he did with your first meeting his eyes bore holes into yours. There hadn’t been much color before in those eyes of his, but looking back into them now was like looking into that of an animal. Dead and black, completely taken over by an ungodly glaze.

“Look at you. All used up I see,” he said lowly pushing your hair off your shoulder with the gun to expose the marks on your neck. Keeping your eyes glued to him you tensed the muscles in your upper body when the cool metal ran over the raised red skin.

“I took a chance on you Rabbit. I told Squeaky off when she came to me about your doings with Tex, distracting him and all that. You knew the rules and you were punished for them. Thought maybe that might straighten you out. Taking Tex away seemed like it was working until he kept coming up with ideas of starting something else, not following the things I had planned. That little pussy of yours sure must be magical…” his free hand moved down to touch the exposed skin of your left leg.

Collecting saliva quickly in your mouth you spat hard on his face, scrunching your nose in disgust as the corners of your mouth dropped. Pulling his hand back he wiped the spit from his face and flung it onto the floor. Grunting, he stood up eyeing you harshly. “You need to learn your manners,” he said, raising the hand with the gun up and bringing it down hard against the side of your head, knocking you over slightly.

Your vision blurred as your head spun from the disorientation. The crunch of glass pulled you back as you sat back up, the pain throbbing through your skull. Bobby was dragging a beaten Tex through the glass, tossing him down a few feet in front of the two of you.

“Clem?”

“Got him with the phone cord beside the bed. Found him trying to come after me with the damn thing. Put up a good fight, but I got him for you Charlie.” the man said desperate for praise from the other.

“Sit him up.”

Grabbing a fist full of Tex’s hair Bobby yanked the man up onto his knees with a loud painful groan coming from Tex. Your heart wretched when his eyes met yours, tears burning behind your eyes. He had been hit in the face a few times, you could tell by the busted lip and bruises starting to appear against his jawline. His eyes were soft and mournful towards you asking if you were alright. You gave him a quick nod watching as he sighed in relief and spit a rather large bit of blood onto the ground in front of him.

Charlie walked over to him gripping his hair to force him to look. “Pathetic.” he spat snarling at him, gripping his hair tighter. “You failed me,” Charles said again before driving the toe of his boot hard into Tex’s stomach. He let out a groan and doubled over in pain when the man let go of his hair. Out of instinct, you started to reach forward but the barrel of the gun being shoved in your face caused you to sit back.

“Get up…. Get the fuck up!” He yelled watching as Tex carefully pushed himself up to sit again.

“Now here’s how this is going to play out. Bobby here is going to take your lovely Rabbit and do whatever he pleases with her while you watch. Then I’m going to make her beg for her life and kill her, of course while you watch. When we are good and done with that I’m going to kill you and the two of you will rot.” he explained looking between you and him.

“No…” Tex said weakly under his breath.

“I’m sorry but I don’t think it’s for you to decide,” Bobby said snidely.

“Shut up,” Charles said harshly, glaring at the man. He then gestured to you with his gun for Bobby. Your eyes went wide as he began to step towards you. Swiftly you pulled the knife from your waistband, but you weren’t fast enough. Bobby’s hands were already on you fighting to get it from you. You yelped as the blade was drug across the skin of your bicep harshly ripping the flesh open as the knife was taken from you. Holding your arms behind your back with one hand Bobby’s other arm came around your front hiking your T-Shirt up to expose your bare chest.

Tex lurched forward earning a hard bash from Charlie's gun just as you had moments ago. Holding him by his hair the man made sure Tex was watching. Your eyes found his in a desperate plea, he looked back at you with anger bubbling. You squirmed against Bobby’s grasp when his hand trailed down your front, dipping under your shorts between your legs. “No.. no please… stop. Stop!” you yelled feeling his gross fingers push through your folds and into your tight core.

Charlie’s attention was on you and Bobby, the gun held against Tex’s head. In a split second, you watched as Tex grabbed a hold of Charlie’s wrist twisting it hard. The motion caused him to drop the gun and release the other from his grasp. Scrambling to his feet Tex lunged forward grabbing Bobby by the waist and pulling him to the ground with a loud thud. You moved away pulling your shirt down over your body and gripping your arm, the blood flowing down your fingertips.

The two fought on the ground until Bobby was on top of Tex his hands wrapped tightly around his neck and the gurgling sound of him choking brought you out of your initial shock. You looked around quickly seeing the knife that had been taken from you strewn out on the floor. Moving quickly you picked it up and without another second's hesitation ran towards Bobby plunging the knife into his neck. The man let go of Tex and he gasped for breath as the other gripped the knife pulling it from his neck. Blood gushed from it and panic painted over his face. The red liquid dripped onto Tex before he bucked him off, Bobby dropping to the floor beside him.

Charlie was on his feet in seconds and like the coward he always was, took off. You ran after him, your mind too clouded with anger to think. He reached the pool stopping, turning on his heels he looked at you barreling towards him but before you could reach him the sound of the gun rang out causing you to stop. Panting you watched as he looked down at the bullet wound now in his chest. You watched as the fear filled his eyes and his body fell back into the water with a splash. The dark color invading that soft blue hue as his body floated to the top lifeless.

Red Handed

Genre: Smut

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: swearing, masturbation, threesome, oral (f), double penetration, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (wrap it y’all)

Requested: No

A/N: for my thotracha babes, @channiesmixtape​ & @particularemu​ , bc i love y’all so much (i’m sorry if this sucks, i spit this out as soon as i could)

“Fuck,” you moaned loudly. With your roommates now gone to go see a movie, you had the apartment to yourself, meaning you could be as loud as you wanted.

You’d been watching a show on Netflix when Chan and Minho came walking out of their rooms, dressed unbelievably hot with arms on full display and pants tighter than they should be allowed. You felt yourself grow wet just at the sight as you tried to keep your staring to a minimum, not wanting to give away your attraction towards the two guys. With your eyes on the TV, the boys waved you goodbye, stealing one last glance at them before they shut the door. As soon as they were gone, you ran off to your room, not bothering to shut the door, after all, you were alone.

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Prompt: I have a question, hopefully I’m not too much of a bother…If you’re not doing requests that’s fine, but if you are, Would you mind doing a reader/Adam Milligan smut where they’re best friends but he’s secretly in love with her? And she breaks up with her boyfriend and he comforts her which turns into possessive smut where he pretty much worships her? If you can, thank you so much!! You’re such a brilliant writer that I couldn’t resist asking!

Rating: Explicit/Mature Pairing: Adam/Reader Word Count: 1,576 Warnings: Possessiveness, slightly rough sex, cheating Author’s Note: Okay, so the Adam I wrote is Adam after he comes from the pit, hope that’s okay anon! Also, sorry it came out so late! To all my other readers: If you’ve requested a one shot from me and haven’t seen it yet don’t worry I’m going on a one shot posting spree and your request may be one of the ones posted:) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Things were different when Adam fell into the pit, you felt like your life shattered into pieces when you heard the news from Sam, Adam was your best friend the one who supported you and helped you through the rough patches in your life. Everyday you felt like you were just going through the motions until you met your recent boyfriend, Jackson. He helped to pull you out of the funk you were in and you couldn’t be more appreciative, you thought you would marry him and then it happened, he showed up at your apartment looking the same as he did years ago, maybe a little darker but it was him. It was your best friend.

“Adam?” You said in disbelief and didn’t wait for anything to be said before throwing yourself at him and wrapping your arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder. You don’t know how long the two of you stood there just hugging, him trying to help you calm down and you just clutching to him.

The few days after were consumed with the two of you talking, you could tell he was different but yet the same, the way he looked at you sometimes made you feel on edge especially after you told him about your boyfriend. The day they met was, well, you wouldn’t say a disaster but you also wouldn’t say it was perfect.

“What is wrong with you?” You ask grabbing Adam’s arm and pulling him into the kitchen.

“I don’t like him.” He stated simply and you looked confused.

“Why, all he’s done is help me.”

“You know you’re not the only girl he’s seeing, right?” He informed me

“What? How the hell would you know that?”

“I’m of the same gender, ____. Have you two had sex?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your –”

“Have you?!” He stopped your sentence and you felt compelled to answer him.

“No.”

“Then please believe me when I say he’s cheating on you.” You bit your lip and looked away from him.

“Leave.”

“Fine.” With one last look at you he walked out of the apartment and you regretted ever doubting him because just 3 days later you found Jackson cheating on you and it broke your heart. The very same day you called Adam, crying so hard you could hardly talk.

“You were right, I-I’m sorry, I should h-have listened to you.” You managed to get out.

“I’m on my way, okay.”

“Okay.” You could only squeak as you hung the phone up and balled yourself up on the couch, your tears still flowing. It didn’t take long for Adam to get to you and when he did he automatically took you into his arms, letting you cry while he stroked your hair and pressed kisses to your head.

All the while Adam is thinking of all the ways he could hurt Jackson, he was so caught in his thoughts that he didn’t hear you soft call of his name until the second time you said it.

“I’m going to kill him.” Were the first words out of his mouth.

“No, Adam, he’s not worth the extra energy.” Your tears had subsided and you were finally thinking clearly, if you weren’t you would have gladly agreed to it.

“Yeah he isn’t, he also isn’t worth your tears.” His green eyes looked down at yours.

“I’m sorry.” You spoke apologizing for kicking him out of the apartment and not believing him.

“You should be, I hope this taught you who you belong to.” That definitely wasn’t something Adam would have said before falling in the pit and you looked at him confused. What the hell did he mean by that?!

“Excuse me?” You raise an eyebrow and he smirks and an emotion that you’d never seen in his eyes before showed.

“You’re mine, you always have been and I think it’s about time you realized that.” The tone of his voice and the look he was giving you made a shiver go through you but of course it wasn’t from fear.

“And when did we establish this?" 

"The first day I met you, you were mine.” His grip on you tightened and the hand that was stroking your hair moments earlier now tangled in it. Your breathing hitched as his gaze lowered to your lips and you hoped he would kiss you, just the slightest touch of his lips would set you on fire, you knew.

“Damn it, Adam, kiss me!” You said forcefully.

“You never were patient.” He said before leaning in closer and your eyes closed as his lips pressed to yours firmly and you turned more to him clutching his shirt in your hands. His tongue touched your lip lightly and you opened your mouth for him to explore, you moaned as he maneuvered you and had you straddle him, he then proceeded to get up and your legs went around his waist.

“Where are we going.” You ask pulling back from the kiss.

“Bedroom of course, can’t do much on the couch can we?” The walk to your bedroom was a short one and he let you down on the bed gently. You let go of him and began to grab at his shirt but he took your hands of him and kissed them. You looked at him confused as he smiled down at you lightly.

“Slow down, I want to take my time with your body, I’ve been wanting this forever and I’m going to savor it.” He pecked your lips and then your cheek slowly moving down and sucking at your neck. Your hand came up to have your fingers run through his short hair, lovingly scratching his scalp as he basically growled in pleasure.

Your shirt came off first and your bra next, his hands massaged them feeling the weight in his palms before kissing the peaks lightly before taking a nipple into his mouth. You arched your back as he sucked and licked taking time on each breast before moving further down kissing between your breast and then stomach touching the curves of your body.

“I love you.” He spoke laying his head against you loving the softness of your skin and how cool and yet warm you felt. “You were the only person I could think about while I was in hell, I thought about getting back to you, how I would tell you how I felt, how I would make love to you, how I would make you mine.” His green eyes flashed up to look at you.

“But, then again, you always were mine.” He kissed lower until he got to the top of your jeans and helped you out of that and your panties, you laid there naked as he appraised your body and smothered you in kisses. His mouth kissed the inside of your thighs and a tingle went up your spine as he got closer and closer to your core. He kissed the top of your sex before his tongue touched your folds. Both of you closed your eyes in ecstasy and you sighed while he groaned loving the way you tasted.

Your legs hung over his shoulders as he continued his ministrations having you tip on the edge of release before he stopped, your breathing so hard you were almost at a pant. You looked down at him wondering why he had stopped, he only gave you a smirk before stripping before you and you took in his flawless body, you always knew Adam was nicely built but seeing him naked you now realized he was perfect. 

He came back over top you and kissed you fully, you smiled into it and your hands roamed over as much skin as you could reach taking in the planes and ridges, every muscle on his body.

“Take me, Adam, I’m yours.” You say and he groans hearing the words, he rubbed his cock between your moist lips before lining himself up and entering you slowly. You walls stretched as he filled you and you closed your eyes as he fit perfectly in you, completing you.

His first thrust had you both let out groans of pleasure, he went slow at first but as the minutes went by he sped up until he was pounding into you, having you cry out from how good he felt. You felt the heat in the pit of your stomach burn hot and you knew it wouldn’t go out until you were thrown over the edge.

“Fuck!” Adam groaned as you moved your hips to meet him.

“T-tell me who you belong to ____.” he panted

“You, Adam.” You whimpered out as his cock dragged over you g-spot.

“I didn’t hear you, who do you belong to?! He growled enunciating each word with his thrusts until you deliciously dived of the edge, screaming his name as your orgasm took you over. Your walls squeezing him so tight he had no choice but to cum as well with a yell, his seed shooting into you.

"I-I’m yours Adam, I belong to you.” You say breathlessly as you hug him close to your body loving the feel of his weight on you. He kissed you lazily before laying his head on your shoulder, his breath tickling your neck as you ran your fingers through your hair.

“And don’t forget that.” His deep voice said and all you could do was smile.

overhear ; Kim Namjoon

pairing: kim namjoon x female reader

words: 1,470

genre: angst, fluff??

summary: you accidentally hear namjoon call you clingy.

a/n: i missed writing again. yooo im so mad bec i had to write this twice bec my laptop suddenly shut down, its so annoying bec i liked the first version better :<

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You pushed open the front door to the boys’ apartment. Hoping to visit your boyfriend, Namjoon, who you haven’t seen in about a week. Voices echoed throughout the house, confirming that the boys were indeed home. You clutched the bags of food in your hands, figuring that they were probably hungry so you bought some on your way here. As you neared the living room, where they were all staying, you heard Namjoon’s voice. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop but his voice was booming loud.

“I’m so sick and tired of her!” Namjoon’s voice yelled out, making you halt and frown. “I can’t go through an hour without Y/N spamming me with texts and calls. She uses my clothes all the time as if she doesn’t have her own. It’s starting to annoy me,” You almost dropped the bags you were holding but you stopped yourself before anyone would notice you were standing just outside of the room they are in, “I just want my own space and time but she’s just so clingy. I wished she would just stop.” You heard him mumble the last part. Your eyes brimmed up with tears upon hearing his statement. You had no idea he felt this way.

You heard enough so you decided to creep into the kitchen and leave the food atop of the counter, leaving a small note saying to enjoy the meal. You left the dorm without further notice.

You made your way home, shutting yourself into your bedroom before letting your held back tears fall down. You had no idea Namjoon felt this way about your affection. You thought back about the days where you would question him how he was doing or if he was getting enough sleep and rest. You grabbed your phone, deciding to read all the texts you’ve been sending for the past week. Frowning, finally seeing why he called you clingy. You sighed, calming down, deciding to switch things up.

You stood up, heading to your closet, removing all of Namjoon’s article of clothing from your cabinet. Folding each and one neatly before returning it back to his closet. You tucked your phone away, not wanting to be tempted to message him once more today.

Namjoon came home later that night, dead tired from all the practicing he was required to do. The house was quiet and dark which was very unusual but he decided to shrug it off, thinking that maybe you were in the shower or sleeping. He silently made his way towards your shared bedroom, in case you were indeed sleeping, he didn’t want to bother you. Pushing the door open to the bedroom he saw your figured hunched up at your side of  the bed completely. Scared that you would almost fall off if you moved one inch, he dropped his bag on the floor before approaching your frame. Namjoon wrapped his arms around your body, fixating you so that you would be able to get proper slumber by having a better posture. His actions caused you to jerk awake, eyes fluttering open.

“What are you doing?” You mumbled, letting out a small yawn. Namjoon smiled at your sleepy state, pressing a light kiss on top of your head.

“You were almost falling, baby.” He informed you, letting go of your body to change his clothes into much comfortable ones. As he opened his closet, he saw how his clothes were neatly folded and piled upon each other, he thought of it as you just clearing out his clothing so he let it go. Once Namjoon was done preparing for bed, he saw you trying to fumble away from his side of the bed which made him confused so he walked towards the bed, sliding in. Expecting for you to climb in his arms, but you didn’t which was odd. “Are you okay?” He asked, worriedly.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You said so quietly that he almost didn’t catch it. Namjoon once again shrugged it off, grabbing onto you before pulling you close to his chest. His movements made you let out a tiny yelp at the suddenness. His words earlier once again echoed through your mind, “Uh, Joon, can you let me go? I-it’s too hot for me.” You excused.

“What?” Namjoon frowned at your words.

“Please.” You whispered, trying not to be too loud because you knew he had a tiring day. He listened to your command, letting you go of his arms. Once he did, you moved further away from him, clutching your pillow instead, “Goodnight.” Your back facing him.

Namjoon didn’t reply, instead he watched as your back greeted him instead of seeing your lovely face like always.

A week has gone by and you were astounded with how well you were on being less clingy. You had work almost everyday so it helped on being a distraction. Sending Namjoon a simple ‘good morning’ text when you saw that he left for work in the morning. Greeting him with a kiss on the cheek when he arrived home and preparing a small meal for him to consume before disappearing into the bedroom to give him enough space and time for himself.

Namjoon was starting to notice the sudden change of your behavior. He sometimes caught himself staring at his phone, waiting for your affectionate texts as usual. Staring at the studio door, hoping for you to walk right in. His expectations got his hopes up and only to be left disappointed when you weren’t appearing. Once Namjoon arrives home at your apartment, he expected for you to bounce right at him to engulf him with a hug and pamper him with kisses like how you usually do, but instead he was greeted by silence and cold air.

“Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?” Namjoon finally piped out once you left a meal on the table and was about to head out, to leave him alone again. You froze on your spot, thinking of the right words to say.

You let out a small laugh, back still facing him, “Of course not.” You shrugged before continuing to walk once again but you were pulled back by his hand on your arm making you jump at the sudden contact.

“Stop that.” You studied his face, noticing how he had a stressed look plastered on.

“Stop what?” You questioned.

“Stop leaving me alone!” Namjoon’s hands went up to his hair, gripping on it lightly. “I miss you so much and I know something has changed. You barely speak to me anymore, you don’t cuddle with me when we’re about to sleep. You don’t even tell me you love me anymore.” He mumbled the last part, arms falling down to reach for you, encasing you with his arms. “Please tell me what I did wrong, Y/N. I want to fix everything.”

Tears started forming in your eyes at his words, “I-I overheard you telling the boys how clingy and annoying I was,” You started, “so I decided that maybe I should lessen my affection so I could give you the space you needed.” You felt a tear slip down your face. “I, uh, also stopped wearing your clothes as you were complaining that I wore them all the time.” You let out a shaky breathe, “I’m sorry if I smothered you too much.”

“No! No no no.” Namjoon lets out rapidly, “That was so fucking stupid of me to say. I was so stressed and I know that shouldn’t be an excuse for me to speak of you that way. I’m so sorry Y/N.” His hands reached up to caress your back softly. “I love your constant affection, it makes me feel so special and loved. I love seeing you pass by the studio just to make sure we all have proper meals, and I absolutely love seeing you wearing my clothes, you look adorable in them. Please don’t take my words from that day so seriously. I’m sorry I hurt you, my queen, I promise to never hurt your feelings ever again. I love you so fucking much.”

You both agreed to head to bed after the small talk you had. As you were getting ready, Namjoon handed you his hoodie that had his all familiar scent on it, “Wear it, you look lovely.” Was all he said before he returned the bathroom to do his nightly routine. You did what he told you to, slipping the hoodie on your body before climbing into the bed.

Namjoon shortly slipped beside you and you let him hold you in his arms once again, “I missed this, I missed you.” You heard him mutter quietly.

“I missed you too.” You admitted, snuggling closer to him. “I love you, Joonie.”

“I love you so much more than you imagine, Y/N.”

e. munson || ‘shut up.’ ‘make me.’

A/N: ok here's the smut fic i promised i'd write,, thanks to everyone who suggested songs !! rlly set the mood for me nyehehe >:D

warnings: enemies to lovers, smut!!!, fem! reader, p in v intercourse, cunnulingus, spanking, degradation, mean dom!eddie

You were the perfect student any teacher could ever ask for.

You were consistent in your studies, submitted all your assignments on time, and even did extra credit work to further boost your grades.

You were a straight A student with a report card that gleamed so brightly it made any nerd within the vicinity jealous.

However, it wasn’t because you wanted to be a teacher’s pet. You were focused on your academics because all you wanted to do was to succeed in life; get into one of the top colleges, graduate not only with honors but as summa cum laude, apply for the best, highest paying job you could get, and continue on your life as the ultimate career woman.

Nothing and no once could stand in your way.

Except for a certain leader of the Hellfire club.

Eddie Munson May not have known this, but you had regarded him as your sworn enemy, not because he had did irrevocably terrible damage to you in the past, but because he was simply a nuisance who kept you stressed out as you had to constantly be the one to do the assignment all by yourself whenever you had any group projects with him.

Granted, none of the others ever really helped you either, but you couldn’t shake the disdain you had for him.

Maybe it was his character, how carefree he was, his utter lack of concern for his own academic standing pissed you off to no end. You didn’t know why it bothered you so much, but you couldn’t stand the thought of someone caring so little about their own future that they would even smile whenever they got so much as a D minus.

So you could imagine the annoyance that made the vein on your forehead feel as if it were about to pop when your teacher just so happened to partner you up with none other but the metalhead himself.

After class, you had begged and pleaded with her to reassign you a new partner, going so far as to even writing her an actual letter of reconsideration.

Still, despite all your efforts of avoiding the brunet, your teacher had declined.

“You’d be a good influence in him, (y/n),” She said, placing a hand in your shoulder. “Maybe you could even tutor him with the parts of the lesson he’s having difficulty in.”

Tutor your ass, hell would have to freeze over if you ever even considered spending more time than you needed with him.

Through the interactions the two of you had in class, with your cold disposition towards him along with your curt, blunt words, Eddie caught on pretty quickly that you wanted nothing to do with him. He had figured it was because you thought he was a ‘freak’, an outcast, that you had regarded him as lowly as the other kids at school did. He put his guard up around you, matched your cold energy towards him, until the two of you barely even spoke during class when you were supposed to be doing the project together.

The deadline had started to draw ever nearer, causing you to panic inwardly as you had realized you did a part wrong, having to restart the entire project.

With the deadline only being two days away, your teacher had made it very clear that she wouldn’t be giving any late projects special considerations.

You rushed to her as soon as the bell rang.

“Ms. Warren, please reconsider, it’s just, I had to restart an entire part of the project just as I thought I was almost done with it and—“

“That’s why you should be working with your partner, (last name).” She replied sternly.

“But he hasn’t even been helping!” You exclaimed, making wild gestures with your hands.

She raises her eyebrows at Eddie. “Is that true, Munson?”

He scoffs. “I would, if she only let me.”

“That’s because you’re completely inept at anything that involves—“

“Don’t pin this on me! I’d help you if you actually even talked to me about what it is you needed help with—!”

As the two of your argue over each other, Ms. Warren pinches the bridge of her nose, sighing.

“That’s enough! Both of you.”

You both close your mouths at her scolding, darting your eyes to the side guiltily.

“Look, I will allow you both to submit your assignments up until 4 p.m. on the day that it is due, otherwise, you will both receive an F. Is that clear?”

You nod your head while Eddie mutters in agreement.

“Good. Now, please just learn to sort out your differences and try to get along, for the sake of your grades at least.”

As soon as the two of you walk out of the classroom and into the hallway, you continue arguing.

“This is all your fault.” You grumble.

“My fault? You won’t even let me look at whatever it is that you’re doing! You don’t even so much as talk to me.”

“And neither do you!”

Eddie sighs, scratching his chin in frustration. “Okay, y’know what, fine, I’ll compromise. How about we continue the project today, after school, yeah?”

You inhale deeply before exhaling slowly, calming yourself down.

“Fine.”

“So where do you live?”

“We can’t do it at my place, my parents are going to be having a party with their friends.”

“I mean, my trailer isn’t really a mansion, but..”

“It’s fine, we’ll do the assignment at your place, just stay out of my way.”

“Sounds to me like you’re getting in your own way.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Fuck you, Munson.”

He glared at you. “Well fuck you, too.”

You mutter more curses under your breath as you stomp your way over to your friends.

…

Somehow, you manage to bike your way over to his place, backpack in hand as he welcomes you in.

“We can uh, do it in my room. Sorry for the mess, the maid took the week off.”

“It’s fine.” You mutter, trying your best not to giggle at his joke. As much as you hated his guts, you couldn’t deny that he had a good sense of humor, no matter how self deprecating it may be.

You lay out the assignment on the floor, scribbling onto your notebook as Eddie sits in front of you. The room had been entirely silent the moment you came in. Being that he didn’t know what was going on because you wouldn’t tell him shit, Eddie doodles on a piece of paper.

Guilty for not being much help to you, he opens his mouth to speak. “Is there anything you need me to do, or?”

You sigh. “Just let me do the assignment, okay? I won’t rat you out if you don’t do anything, just need to keep my grades in check.”

He frowns, furrowing his eyebrows at your statement. “Why do you care so much about your grades?”

You huff, dragging your hand across your face as you paused from working. “Why do you ask so many questions?”

He scoffed as he folded his arms. “Why are you such a priss?”

“And why are you such an ass?” You fired back.

Eddie massages his temples. “Look, Ms. Warren literally just told us to sort out our differences for the sake of the assignment, just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

You rolled your eyes at him, standing up. “I don’t need your help.”

“Uh,” he starts, standing up as well. “Clearly, you do, you’ve been struggling with that for the past hour and your stress is totally bringing down my buzz.”

You furrow your eyebrows at him, shooting him a glare. “Buzz? Are you high right now?”

He shakes his head as he looks at you incredulously. “The hell is that supposed to mean? And for your information, no I am not. God, do you really think that lowly of me?”

You slam your notebook closed, dropping it to the floor as anger courses through your veins. “And what if I do? You literally spend most of your days not even attending class, so it’s not my fault that you don’t get anything.”

“It’s not that I don’t get anything, it’s just that you aren’t giving me any tasks to do— and in case you didn’t know, I’m actually a pretty smart guy.”

You snort at his words. “Could’ve fooled me.”

He scratches his neck, annoyed. “You know what, I’ve had enough of your pretentious bullshit, why don’t you get your head out of your own ass for one second and stop acting all high and mighty just ‘cause you’ve got perfect grades.”

You glowered at him, face contorting into one of disdain. “At least I’ve got good grades, at least I’m not going to wind up as some burnout without any direction in his life!”

“You don’t even fucking know me—god! Are you hearing yourself right now? You wanna know something about you that I’ve noticed because I actually have a brain? Yeah, you’re so caught up in your grades and your studies,” he flaps his fingers around, mimicking you talking as if his hand were a puppet. “That you don’t even have a fucking life.”

“Yeah, well at least I’ll actually have a life outside of Hawkins thanks to all the A’s on my report card, while you’ll be stuck at a dead end job that you’ll hate for the rest of your life.”

“There it is, folks! The high and mighty queen (y/n) has blessed us with her wise words!” He leans towards you. “Just kidding, this girl’s just a stuck up clown with a stick up her ass.”

“And you’re nothing but a lazy, good for nothing piece of shit!”

Eddie runs his hand through his hair in frustration, his eyes glaring directly into yours.

“God, can you just shut the fuck up?”

You walk closer to him, face just inches away, facial features stained with a scowl as you stare up at him defiantly. The tension between the two of you so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“Fucking make me.” You spat.

His body moves without thinking, you had pushed him as far as he could go and he lets go of any inhibitions that held him back in the past, crashing his lips onto yours.

The kiss is anything but sweet, teeth clashing as he he grabbed you by your hair to hold you in your place. Any sense of sanity leaves your brain as you return the gesture just as roughly, raking your nails on his clothed chest that were sure to leave marks the next day.

He groans against your mouth at your action, his other hand gripped your hip firmly. As he breaks away from you, a string of saliva connecting your mouths, you realize you’re panting, the mind numbing passion—no, that wasn’t the right word, this wasn’t passion, it was anger and frustration and white hot lust, all the worst things you could ever feel for a person mixed into a noxious cocktail of sorts. You couldn’t help the wetness that pooled between your legs as he looked at you with nothing but pure loathing.

Your gaze shares the same hostility, ignoring his blown out pupils that were dilated from pure lust.

Before you can even react, he pulls you by your hair, exposing your neck.

He’s quick to litter your neck with kisses, not the soft, butterfly ones you had felt on the rare occasion you ever had the chance to be with someone else, these kisses involved too much teeth, biting at your skin brashly, sucking hard enough to leave red marks along your throat.

You let out a breathy moan as he sucks on your collarbone, knees buckling as you crash onto his bed.

His hands find their way to your breasts, kneading them through your shirt as his knee settles right below your core. You buck your lips towards him, desperately.

Sensing your eagerness, he smirks agains your skin.

“You enjoying this more than you thought you would, princess?”

“Fuck you.” You breathe out.

His thumb and forefinger grips your chin as he tilts your head to look at him properly.

“Oh, you’re about to.” The arrogance in his voice somehow turns you on more than you were right now.

He glanced at you, your body, still fully clothed, silently undressing you with his eyes. A wave of confidence washes over you, and you take this chance to to slip your shirt off of yourself, exposing your lacy bra.

His eyes go wide at the sight of you, his tongue darting from his mouth to lick his lips, further boosting your ego, and for the first time since the two of you had kissed, the odds had turned to your favor.

“Like what you see, Munson?” You say, looking up at him with half lidded eyes that reminded him all too well of a siren’s stare, luring him into the depths of the sea only to drown him.

And fuck, was he ready to dive in head first.

His fingers trace your bra strap, pulling at it so that it snapped back onto your skin, making you bite your lip at him.

“Think I’d like you better down on your knees for me, darling.”

“Then why don’t you make me?” You say, mimicking the words you had uttered earlier that started it all.

He smirks at you. “As much as I’d love to have those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock, I’d rather make you scream my name.”

The image of him having you down on your hands and knees as he fucks you senselessly causes you to clench your thighs.

“That’s what I thought.” He nods slightly, your silence along with your flushed cheeks said it all.

He leans his head towards you once more, kissing you on your lips with the same passion, less roughly than the first time, but firm nonetheless, to show you exactly who was in control.

He kisses his way from your neck down to your chest, licking and sucking at the flesh your bra couldn’t cover. Desperate for more, you bring your hand to your back, unclasping your bra with your fingers, pulling it off of you in a hurry before throwing it to god knows where.

He smiles against your skin, loving the desperation that was written all over your face, proud of himself that somehow he had turned you into this flushed mess.

Eddie immediately got to work on your left tit, wrapping his lips around your nipple as he sucked at it roughly, his other hand had his fingers toying and flicking at your right mound.

You bit your lip to prevent any sounds from erupting from your throat. Eddie notices this immediately, giving your nipple one last suck before he released it with a loud pop.

“Don’t hold back, (y/n), wanna hear you make those pretty sounds.”

As if regaining your senses, you glare at him, tightening your lips into a thin line, no way in hell were you giving him anymore satisfaction. In truth, all you wanted was to see what he would do if you didn’t follow his orders.

He exhaled at your defiance. Fine, he thought, two can play it that game.

He grinds his jean-clad knee onto your clothed cunt rather roughly, earning a soft moan from you.

“You gonna do what I say or am I gonna have to make you?”

You smirk at him, eyes darkening. “What do you think?” You challenged.

He sucks at his teeth before twisting you around so that you laid on your stomach, your cheek hitting the mattress while he pulled you so that your legs were strewn across his lap as he sat on the edge of his bed. He flipped your skirt up so that your ass was exposed, causing your face to feel warm.

He brings his hand down onto your plush cheek, causing you to yelp. You could feel his rings as he did so, sure that they’d make a mark.

“Since you wanna act like a fucking brat, I’m gonna treat you like one, yeah? Count.”

He spanks you, causing you to jolt forward at the intensity of his blow. He snakes his arm around your waist, holding you firmly in place.

“I said count.” Came his stern voice, snapping you out of your daze, reminding you of your punishment.

“O-one.” You manage to say, meekly.

“What’s that? Didn’t quite hear you there, sweetheart. Start from the top.”

He lands yet another blow to you ass cheek, a whimper making its way out of your lips as he did so.

“One.” You say, more firmly this time.

“Atta girl.” He says, voice laced with pride as he rubs your ass. He pinched your panties so that it exposed more of your ass, causing you to let out a breath as you felt your underwear strain at your core, the bunched up cloth hitting your clit.

He continues to give you a spanking, each one harsher than the last, until your ass is red with his hand marks.

“F-fifteen.” You say as he shimmies his way out from under your legs, moving you so that you laid on your back again.

“Now,” he says, tugging his shirt off to reveal his inked skin, your eyes tracing over each of his tattoos. “You gonna be a good girl for me?”

You could only nod your head frantically at his words, too hot and bothered to care.

He smiles at you as he gets onto his knees, spreading your legs apart with his rough hands, relishing the way your plush thighs felt against his fingers.

He practically rips your skirt off of you as he slides it down to your legs, you kick it off once it reaches your ankles, and you sigh as you feel him sloppily kiss your inner thighs.

Suddenly, he presses his thumb to you clit, rubbing it through your underwear, a gasp leaving your mouth as your fingers twitched in pleasure.

“So fucking wet for me already and I barely even touched you. Did all that spanking from earlier turn you on, princess?”

You gulp, not knowing what to say as your eyes darted to the side.

He laughs at you condescendingly, giving you a light slap to your thighs.

“‘Course you did, dirty little thing.” Before you know it, his fingers are tucked into the sides of your panties, hurriedly sliding them off of your legs.

You can’t help but feel somewhat shy as you realize how utterly exposed you were. You clenched your thighs as you held your legs together, bringing your thumb to your lips to bite it nervously.

Seeing your sudden timidness, Eddie smiles up at you, genuinely, taking your hand in his while his other hand rubbed circles on your knee.

“Don’t go acting shy on me now, sweetheart,” he leans forward and trails kisses from just below your navel up until your pelvis. “You’re fucking breathtaking, y’know that?”

At the sound of his reassuring words, you slowly peel your legs apart, cunt now fully exposed for him.

“Absolutely fucking perfect, all for me, right, Angel?” He looks up at you as his fingers run up and down your slit, causing you to let out a breathy moan. “Say it, baby, I need to hear it from you.”

“All for you, Eddie.” You whimper.

“That’s right,” he says, tugging your hips towards him as he buries himself between your legs, hot breath fanning your core. “All for me, and only me.” The possessiveness in his tone makes you shudder with delight.

As soon as he utters those words he’s licking up and down at your cunt, flicking his tongue against your clit, causing yet another moan to erupt from your mouth. He wraps his lips around your sensitive bud, sucking at it so harshly it makes you see stars.

His tongue makes its way towards your entrance, lapping up your juices in delight, savoring the taste of you on his tongue as he groans at how delicious you taste.

Your hand makes its way to his hair, tugging at it from the roots, causing him to groan once more.

“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me, baby.” He mutters against your cunt before he shoves his tongue into your entrance, nodding his head as he fucks you with his tongue.

“Oh my fucking god—Eddie!” You moan loudly, panting at his actions.

He continues his ministrations against your cunt, eating you out like a starved man would his last meal on earth. Sucking, lightly nipping at your clit and running his tongue over it repeatedly like the rough rhythm to one of his metal songs. He slips one of his digits into you, then two, then three, before he pushes a fourth one in, stretching you out so deliciously that you throw your head back in pleasure. His mouth never leaves your clit as he continues to furiously fuck you with his fingers.

You arch your back as you feel the knot in your stomach start to uncurl.

“F-fuck, Eddie, Eddie, I’m close, so fucking close, wanna cum—!”

“Cum for me, pretty girl, wanna taste you.”

With his permission, you did as you were told, your pussy tightening around his fingers as your cum gushed out of you.

Eddie’s jaw goes slack as he opens his mouth, intent on slurping up all your juices until he’s swallowed it all.

Your chest heaves up and down, breathing raggedly as you slowly come down from your high.

You watch as Eddie unbuckles his belt, licking your lips as his fingers made its way to unzip his jeans. As soon as his pants fall onto the floor, he teasingly snaps the waistband of his boxers, relishing the attention he received under your hungry gaze as he slowly slips his boxers down to his thighs, his cock slapping against his stomach. He smirked as he saw drool drip from past your lips, your mouth agape at his size. You wanted nothing more than to have his cock in your mouth, thrusting deep into your throat as your spit coated his length.

But that was for another time.

He looks to you as if asking for your permission, to which you give him a small nod. He spreads your legs open even wider than before as he kneels on the bed, you shuffle backwards to allow him enough room.

He runs his tip along your folds, already red and leaking with precum. You notice the two veins that ran along the sides of his cock, and you couldn’t help but think about how it would feel for him to be inside of you already.

He continues to tease you, rubbing his tip against your sensitive clit, to which you groan in frustration at.

“I—fuck! Eddie, just fuck me already, will you?” You say, borderline screaming out at him as your frustration, your want for him builds up. It only seemed to him that you had forgotten your place, and it was his job to remind you of where you belonged.

His large hand grabs both of your cheeks easily, calloused skin against your smooth one, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“Forgetting your manners now, are we? Remember who the fuck you’re talking to.” He growls.

You swallow, a shiver crawling up your spine at his domineering tone, something entirely different from the goofy kid at the back of your class that you thought you had all figured out.

As much as your pride yelled at you to give him some sort of snide remark, to bite back with your words, you can’t help but feel small under his dominant gaze that was enough to force you into submission.

“Please,” you say hesitantly, softly. “Eddie—“

He licks his canines, the smile he directed towards you was anything but warm, almost mocking.

“Come on, baby, you can do better than that, use your big girl words and beg for me, beg for me to stuff you full with my cock.”

You whimper at his words and he senses your hesitation. Okay, he thought, your pride would be your downfall.

He put his fingers to your clit, circling it so roughly and harshly that it made your hips snap up involuntarily at his touch.

“Fucking beg for it or you don’t get to cum and I leave you here to do the job yourself. Think your fingers could ever match up to how nicely I could stretch you out, hmm, princess?”

You let out a guttural sob as he continued his ministrations on your already hypersensitive clit, and any pride you had that prevented you from losing any of your dignity dissipates as you throw all caution to the wind.

“Please Eddie, please please please, I need you, need you inside me so bad, wanna feel you, wanna feel all of you—“

He takes his hand away from your clit, and you almost cry at the loss of his touch before he patted you on your cheek.

“That’s a good girl, doing exactly what I tell her to.” And with that, he slides into you with ease given how soaked you were, your own essence acting as a natural lubricant for him.

Your eyes practically roll to back of your head as he finally bottoms out inside of you, hissing at how tightly your cunt gripped his cock.

“So fucking tight for me, baby. Such a good fucking slut.”

He thrusts into you, slowly, testing out the waters first before he hears you groan yet again.

“Please, fuck me faster, Eddie. Want you, wanna cum all over your cock.”

After enduring his punishment and all his teasing, taking it all like a champ, who was he to refuse his good little girl?

His hips meet yours as he picks up his pace, throwing both your legs over his shoulders, still spread out nicely for him, letting him gain more access to your cunt as he fucked into you even deeper. Soon enough, you were a moaning mess under him. You reach up to rake your fingers across his now bare chest just like you did earlier, digging your nails into his skin as you did so. He lets out a groan as the sting from your nails mixes with the pleasure of your cunt that clenched around him.

He chuckles darkly as his hand wraps around your throat, you shiver at the coldness of the silver rings he wore around his fingers. “Yeah, that’s right, fucking take it like the good girl you are,” he snaps his hips towards yours once more, hitting that soft, spongy spot inside you that made your toes curl and a loud moan involuntarily make its way out of your mouth. “Oh, I’m sorry, turns out you aren’t the good girl you make yourself out to be, huh? Nothing but a filthy little slut with her legs spread wide open all for me.”

You can’t help but let out an even louder moan at his words, your mind filled with nothing but thoughts about him, how good he was making you feel.

The pleasure had started to overwhelm you, especially when his fingers found their way towards your clit, rubbing it in circles once more and you cry out in pleasure.

“Yeah, fuck—yes, good fucking girl, taking me so well.” His praise directed towards you, despite how condescending it sounded, made you mewl as your mind went blank with the immense pleasure he was giving you.

Noticing the fucked out expression on your face, Eddie props his hand against the head board.

“You getting all fucked out now, hmm? How you feeling baby? Y’like getting fucked stupid by my cock?”

“Feels so good,” you pant, barely even able to put your words together. “So fucking big, Eddie, love your thick cock so much, stretching me out so fucking good.”

He smirks at you, grabbing one of your tits in his hand, fingers flicking and pinching your hardened nipple.

“That’s fucking right, my fat cock stretching that pussy out so—shit, so fucking good for ya. Fucking you like how you want because you’ve been a good girl, yeah? My good fucking girl.”

All you do is hum and nod at his words as you look at him with half lidded eyes, smiling at his praise.

“Open up that pretty mouth of yours, baby.” He commands, and you do so obediently, lips spread apart for him to spit into, a glob of saliva landing on your tongue. You swallow, without even him telling you to, and his chest swells with pride as he realized what he had turned you into: a slut, a whore for his cock, for him and only him.

As he continues his brutal pace, pounding into you so deeply, continually hitting that spot within yourself that made you see stars, you could feel your orgasm approaching.

“So close, Eds, so fucking close, a-ah! Please, please, make me cum, Eddie, wanna cum for you so bad, wanna be your good girl, Eddie. Please please please—“

You didn’t even know what you were saying anymore as you babbled mindlessly, desperate for a release. Eddie continues to play with your clit, his thrusts becoming erratic now, intent on making you cum, making you feel the greatest pleasure you had ever felt in your entire life.

"Yeah, that's it baby, let go for me. Cum for me."

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck, Eddie! Eddie, Eddie—“ you continue to chant his name like a prayer despite all the unholy things the two of you were doing, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, tongue lolling out of your mouth as you finally let go, juices gushing from your cunt and making a mess on the bed.

You shuddered as your high began its slow descent, regaining somewhat of your consciousness as you looked up at Eddie, his eyes glued to where you and him met.

You cups his cheeks, causing his gaze to fall upon you, your eyes soft and lips slightly ajar, his once domineering gaze softened at the sight of you below him.

He groaned, sensing that he was close.

“I—fuck, come on, princess, where do you want it?”

You smile softly as you stroke his cheek with your thumb. “Inside me.”

He looks at you, somewhat surprised, his thrusts slowly become more sloppy by the minute.

“You sure about that, (y/n)?”

You nod at him, hands never leaving his face as you brought him closer to you, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I’m on the pill, it’s okay.”

God fucking bless the feminist movement.

“Come on, Eddie, cum for me, want you to fill me up, wanna feel how warm your cum would be inside me.”

With your words of encouragement, Eddie’s entire body tenses as he let out a low groan, releasing inside of you, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside your cunt. As he pulled out, he couldn’t help but stare as your hole clenched around nothing, his white, sticky cum leaking from your pussy.

Exhausted, he falls down onto the bed beside you, snaking an arm around your waist as you lean into his touch, you shift so you laid on your side, resting your head atop his bicep as you trace patterns onto his chest.

Eddie exhales, brushing your hair from your sweaty forehead, his fingers making their way down your face to trace your jawline.

As the two of you lay there, utterly exhausted from fucking like rabbits, you can’t help but stare up at him with affection, his warm brown eyes staring you with the same care. You lean your head towards him, and he does the same, until your lips meet in a kiss.

This time, the kiss you two shared was soft, gentle, loving even. You pull away from him, breathless.

“There goes the line of straight A’s on my report card.” You huff.

Eddie rubs your shoulder affectionately. “Don’t worry, we’ll work on it tomorrow, we have time.”

Any of the past anxieties you had over your grades ceases as you lay in his arms, safe and comfortable, all your troubles far away.

“I’m sorry,” you say, earnestly. “For all the things I said to you earlier, you were right, I can be a bit of a control freak sometimes.”

“A bit?”

You flick his forehead.

“Ow! Joking, kidding, I’m joking,” he says with a smile as you tuck your head into the spot his neck and shoulder met. “I’m sorry too, for calling you all sorts of mean things.”

“Before or after sex?”

He pinched your nose, earning a laugh from you as you push his hand away.

“See? I can joke around too, I’m not stuck up.”

He intertwines his fingers with yours, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.

“Yeah, you’re not.”

A moment of tender silence passes by the both of you as you gaze at each other affectionately.

“You know,” Eddie says, scratching his chin. “I’ve had a crush on you since like, freshman year.”

You furrow your eyebrows as you cringe at his words. “Seriously? That was the awkwardest year of my life, how did you ever manage to form a crush on me then?”

He rolled his eyes playfully, smiling at you. “Come on, it wasn’t that bad. I found you cute, braces, nerdiness, and all.”

You chuckle, nudging him gently. “Well, y’know, can’t deny that I found you cute myself, right when you walked into class.”

He laughs at your admission. “What? Lil ol’ me with my band t-shirts and ripped jeans?”

You peck him on the lips. “Exactly you with your wild hair and pretty doe eyes.”

He can’t help the affection that seemed to overflow from his chest as he kissed you all over your face, from your forehead to your nose to both your cheeks to the corners of your mouth to your jaw to your neck. You giggle as he showers you with affection.

As much as you could stay in his arms forever, you can’t.

You prop yourself up on your elbows before you stand, stumbling a bit as you do, to which Eddie responds by swiftly holding out his hand to steady you, still on the bed.

“Where are you going?”

You smile at him, kissing his knuckles.

“Need to pee.” You reply before slowly hobbling your way out his room, gripping whatever you could to keep yourself from falling.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Munson, what did you do to me?”

He laughs heartily, the sound causes your heart to flutter.

“Nothing that you didn’t want, princess.” He winks.