#Lee russell x fem reader

[ddlydevotion]

obsessive! Lee Russell x fem reader hcs…

warning: nsfw content ahead

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- anyone who has ever watched the show knows that he will do anything to get what he wants. His incredibly ambitious attitude comes in handy when it’s time for him to make you his. If you’re already taken by another, he’s not above fabricating stories about your partner that paints them in a horrible light. He’ll plant seeds of doubt in your mind and bring your partners ‘horrible actions’ to your attention. Of course he’ll be there for you after you leave them. he’ll offer a shoulder for you to cry on, a tongue for your pretty pussy to cream on, and a bed that has more than enough space for you.

- but, if you’re single when he meets you then perfect!

- He most definitely has an entire file on you filled with each and every little detail about you. He has an excessive amount of photos of you in his file. He has little ‘fun facts’ about you scribbled onto the pages just so he can remember certain things about you. Oh, he just so happened to get your coffee order spot on (even if it was his first time ordering it for you)? Wow, what a coincidence!

- Lee desperately yearns for validation. The validation he never got from his father or from any of his family for that matter. He loves being at the very center of your attention, receiving heartfelt praise. He wants to hear you tell him that he’s doing good no matter what it is that he’s doing. Tell him that the dinner he made tasted amazing. Tell him his new cologne smells wonderful. Tell him he’s the best principal the high school could’ve ever had. Tell him that his sister’s opinions of him don’t matter.

- He just wants to know that he’ll always have your love despite all of the questionable things he’s done.

- if he doesn’t want you to go somewhere out on your own, then he will do everything in his power to make sure you stay home with him. He’ll come up with tons of excuses like:

“I just don’t feel good, could you please stay here with me?”

“I was thinking that we could do somethin’ of our own! Your friends can figure somethin’ out, c’mon, baby.”

- he’s not above using his father’s passing as a way to manipulate you to get you to stay home. You wouldn’t leave your grieving husband all on his own, would you?

- Lee quite literally just wants to be seen as the best at whatever it is that he’s doing. But, it’s important for him to impress you. He goes all out when it comes to birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, etc. Tell him you’ve never had anyone care for you as much as he does and he’ll melt on the inside.

- He prides himself in being able to take proper care of you/provide for you. Sometimes you have to remind him that he doesn’t have to spend an unnecessary amount of money on you to prove his devotion to you. As I mentioned before, Lee desperately craves validation and he needs to get confirmation that he’s treating you well. That you’re happy with him and could only ever lead a happy life with him.

- he’d be damned to see you wander off with any other man. He knows you’d never stoop that low to get with any other lowlife, but sometimes the insecurity rooted deeply within him can’t help but seep through his skin.

- constantly brags about you at work. Doesn’t shut up about the fact that you’re the one who packed his lunch, and wrote a little letter with a kiss mark to compliment it. needs everyone to know he has someone who loves him at home.

- most certainly is the type to steal your panties.

- I’d say he’s most definitely the touchy type. He’ll have his arm wrapped around your waist, hug you from behind when you’re doing the laundry, mold his hand into yours when he needs to feel something warm. He’s also a bit of a perv though so please don’t be surprised when he grabs your ass at the most random times.

- Anyone who has ever watch Vice Principals knows that Lee is a bitch and isn’t afraid of spewing some vile insults. He wouldn’t be so rude towards you but he’d definitely remain true to his slightly sassy attitude. His bitchiness comes in handy when it comes to putting those who have disrespected you in their place. You’ve seen him cut people down and you’re just glad it isn’t you that he’s yelling at.

- hates everyone that has done you wrong but he hates them as if they directly insulted him.

a/n: part two is most likely coming soon 💌. Requests are always open.

[megangovier]

Off Bounds

pairing: Lee Russell x fem reader

Word counter: 837

No use of y/n

Summary: While grading papers, Lee comes across your work book and finds something concering at the back of it. It was thoughts about him that was deemed inappropriate for a student. In one lesson, Mr Russell pulls you out and questions you.

Cw: Fluff // Awkwardness // age gap (19,30s) // kissing // unholy thoughts // mdni

Mr. Lee Russell was your teacher in a few classes you had, some days he would take over if a teacher was sick as a substitute. He was helpful and could be funny at times, always making the class erupt in laughter. The thing was is that you were a student who had a weird crush on him, you didn't know what is was about him. The accent? The humour? you didn't know, but every time you saw him, your heart would race and heat would crawl up your face. One day in the library, he was on the ladder looking for a book. Removing your eyes from what you were reading, looking at Mr Russell, something throbbed between your legs.

It was wrong and you knew it, to look at a teacher like that but you couldn't help it. He was wearing this white shirt, glasses and tight trousers. He looked gorgeous, his eyes always made you melt. How could someone be so handsome and beautiful at the same time? getting back to the book, you dragged your work out the bag and started to write thoughts down. After finding the book he wanted, his eyes traveled down to you, smiling at how hard you were working Russell headed back to his office.

The bell had rung for lesson, packing everything inside you slip your bag on your shoulder and head to class. As you entered you sat down where you normally sat, Infront of the teacher's desk. As Mr Russell walked in, all eyes were on him. This class was known to be well behaved and listened thoroughly to his words, as he started class your mind was somewhere else. Focusing on his voice, you were also wondering what he can also talk you through, a grin slipped on your face making Mr Russell stop and glare at you.

"what's so funny miss?" Russell said.

Heat crawling up your neck and face, sliding down your chair in embarrassment "Nothing's funny sir, sorry, it won't happen again" frustration in his eyes. Something about angry Russell made you feel things that were unholy. The way his jaw clenched, or the veins in his hands when they grabbed something. Fuck, you wanted one around your throat now and then. You hated yourself for thinking this way about him, you knew this was off bounds.

End of class...

"Right everyone, that's the end of lesson, would you please give me your work books so I could grade them and see how well you did on your essays" putting your book on the pile, you head off before he could say anything to you.

Sitting back down, he started to grade papers after everyone had left to head home. As he was finishing up grading your paper in your book he had flipped to the last two page. As he was looking through something on the very last page it caught his eye. Turning the page over his eyes widened and face reddened, it was paragraphs of dirty things about your own teacher. Embarrassment washed over him, how could one of his students say this about him. He had to ask you a few questions the next day.

Next morning...

As you headed into class, with a smile on your face Mr Russell came up to you and asked if he could chat to you in private to talk about your work. Shrugging your shoulders, nodding your head "Sure". Walking into his office, he closed the door. Itching his neck, looking at you sternly "do you have anything to say to me?". A confused look washed over your face "oh don't you dare pretend to not know what I'm on about" grabbing your book out the pile your hands started to sweat.

Sitting at the corner of the desk, opening the book to the last page with a smug look on his face, showing you the paragraphs. "Do you think this is appropriate miss, talking about your teacher like that in grave detail?" Eyes prickled with tears, speechless you couldn't do anything but stand and take it. "Did you make this up, like those fics on your Tumblr page huh?" Eyes widen.

As you backed away from him, he got up and slowly walked towards you with dilated eyes. Bumping into the wall, his hands still holding your book "Look, I'm very flattered, but it cant happen" looking down at his hands, god you wanted one of them around your throat. "Eyes are up here sweetheart". Looking down at them again, a sigh left his lips. "why do you keep looking at my hands?" Eyes shoot up to the ceiling "well, I think they're nice to look at."

A smirk fell on his face, looking down in shame. Russell grabbed your chin to make you look at him "look, people can't help who they have a crush on, I understand that, but I'm your teacher and older enough to be your dad, this can't happ- soft lips attacks his passionately.

@sexy-monster-fucker @waltonghoulgins @danveration @hellfirecvnt @ghoulphile

[goo-goo-for-goggins]

Joy Ride

Lee Russell x fem!reader

Warnings: MDNI! PWP, dirty talk, pet names, no use of Y/N, degradation, begging, unprotected sex, creampie; this is literally just smut lol

first time writing in this fandom, not proofread! I just needed to get this out of my brain lol so the ending kinda sucks but just roll with it 😉

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You hate his smug face and his asshole attitude, but regardless, you still find yourself back at his place. The house is a blur as Lee leads you to his bedroom. The hot, biting kisses he drags down your neck on the way there makes slick pool in the gusset of your panties. 

“Oh, sweetheart, is this all for me?”

His shit eating grin widens when you gasp— his fingers sliding up your skirt to cup your hot mound.

“Fuck off,” you bite out through clenched teeth, eyes fluttering as he slowly pets your pussy through your soaked panties. 

“No can do,” he murmurs, hazel eyes flicking up to watch your expression. “‘sides, this sweet little pussy is just dripping for attention.”

Whining in the back of your throat, your hips rock forward when he slips his hand past the band of your underwear to drag his fingers through your wet folds. Reaching up, you grab onto his shoulders to keep grounded. 

“I hate you so much,” you pant.

“You might, darlin’,” Lee smirks, fingers circling your swollen clit, “but this fat cunt sure don’t seem to. Look at her, she’s gushing for me.”

More slick leaks down your thighs as he teases your pudgy bud. Your nails sink into his shoulders in retaliation, and he only laughs. 

“Always bitchin’ at me like you ain’t fucking gagging for my dick,” he coos. “What? Cat got your tongue?”

You shake your head no in reply, and he presses you down onto the bed. Your skirt pools at your waist when Lee rucks it up, showing off how wet your panties have become. Without any preamble, he hurriedly undresses you, tossing your clothes aside until you’re completely naked. 

“Well, the cat may have got your tongue, but this pretty kitty’s ‘bout to get mine,” he chuckles and kneels down.

You moan softly as he licks a broad stripe up your slit. With another smirk, he kisses across your cunt to bite at the crease of your thigh. Hissing, you glare down at him, an insult on the tip of your tongue, when he buries his face in your glistening pussy, making you toss your head back with a cry. 

“Where’s your smart mouth now, slut?” He murmurs against your clit, tongue slowly circling the soft bundle of nerves. 

“Oh, s-shut up,” you moan, hands reaching down to tangle in his hair. 

He grunts and licks up the slick leaking down your thighs before nuzzling your cunt to lap at your hole. 

“Taste so good,” his muffled voice causes vibrations that make your toes curl. “Mmm, could eat your needy pussy all day.”

“Lee, please,” you hump against his mouth, eyes locked on his blown out gaze.

He hums, and the vibrations make your clit throb—more slick dripping onto his tongue. The thick muscle slides in and out of your hole before he licks his way back up to your clit, softly sucking the swollen bud into his mouth. Your thighs tremble as his tongue swirls around your pudgy clit before sucking it gently. 

“So good,” you whimper, thighs falling open as far as they can go. “Lee, please.”

Spearing his tongue, he fucks your pussy until sloppy, wet sounds fill the room. With his hands grabbing underneath your knees, he shoves your legs up to your chest. Pulling back, you moan as he spits on your cunt, followed by him burying his face against your soaked pussy. His rough stubble makes you whine and pant while he licks and sucks at your pussy. 

“So fuckin’ wet,” he smirks, pulling back to finally shed himself of the rest of his clothes. 

He strokes his cock to take the edge off, and your mouth waters at the precum beading at the tip. With a groan, he notches the tip against your hole and glides the fat head up to smack against your clit. He presses his hips flush against you, and you whine from the feel of the blood hot skin of his cock pulsing against your pussy. 

“Gonna ask me nicely?” He slaps his cock against your cunt, the wet plap plap plap driving you wild. 

“Look how deep I’m gonna be in this slutty pussy,” his voice murmurs low, conspiratorially, making your nipples ache.

He uses his thumb to press his tip down against your skin as your bleary eyes take in how far his cock will be inside your wet cunt. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whine. 

With a mean chuckle, he glides his cock along your pussy, sliding across your pudgy bud to grind the head against your sensitive clit until you’re whining—dripping more slick onto his sheets. Pressing his cock into your pussy, he laughs as you moan loudly. 

“Let me in, sweetheart,” he coos mockingly.

Leering down at you, he rocks his cock another inch into your clenching hole. 

“Pussy’s so tight, honey,” his condescending tone only makes you wetter. “Almost like you don’t even want it.”

“I-I can take it,” your voice hitches, and it makes him smile all sugar sweet. 

“I bet you can, but I’m gonna make damn sure it does.”

Your walls clench down on his dick, making his hips stutter. His eyes darken, pupils swallowing up the hazel, and he pulls completely out. 

“How about we make it a little easier, hmm?”

Not letting you answer, he flips you over onto your stomach, one palm pressing down in the middle of your back and the other gripping your hip to raise your ass up. Sliding his dick in, he bottoms out with a loud groan as you claw at the bed. 

Gasping, you press your ass backwards, working more of Lee’s thick cock into your dripping pussy. 

“Hurts,” you slur, nails digging into the plush sheets, “it’s too deep.”

He growls and buries his cock to the hilt inside your cunt, making you cry out from the sudden stretch. Your walls clamp and pulse around his dick while you catch your breath.

“Yeah?” he whispers into your ear, making you shiver all over. “Thought you could take it? C’mon, darlin’, where’s that fucking attitude now?”

“Lee,” you whimper, pussy walls fluttering around his thick length as he slowly ruts into you.

“Goddamn,” he moans, “who knew all you needed was me pounding this soft pussy t’get you to shut your fucking mouth.”

He groans and pulls halfway out before bullying his dick back into your sopping wet hole. 

“Fuck,” he bites your shoulder, teeth digging into your skin, “tight fucking pussy. Made for me, ain’t ya, honey?”

“Uh huh,” you gasp out, voice raspy as Lee pounds your cunt hard enough that your thighs shake. 

Shuddering, your body arches back like a cat in heat as Lee keeps thrusting his cock right against your g-spot. You squeal at the pleasure-pain when the head of his cock kisses your cervix, drool spilling from your lips as you heave in shaky breaths.

“Too deep, Lee,” you whine, tears beading your lash line. “S’too much.”

“Think you like how it hurts,” he murmurs in your ear. “You like how deep I can reach inside your wet cunt. Fuck, your slutty pussy’s gripping me so fucking tight.”

Your eyes roll back as your walls flutter around his throbbing cock, feeling cockdrunk while he grinds against your cervix, making your pussy squeeze him tighter and tighter. 

“Wanna cum,” you whine, tears beading your lash line. “Lee, please.”

“Aww, y’need me to make you cum?” He spanks your ass, making you clench down on him. “I’ve gotta do everything for you, huh? Poor thing. Well, if you ask me real sweet, I might help you out.”

“Please, Lee,” you whimper, completely swept up by the building arousal pooling in your core. “Fuck, please, make me cum, w’nna cum so bad.”

He grabs the back of your neck and pulls your back to his chest. You move your hands behind you both to clasp together behind Lee’s neck, body arching and allowing him to fuck your pussy even deeper. Your fingertips brush against his hair and he sighs. 

“You can do better than that,” he nips your ear, dragging one hand up to loosely wrap his long fingers around your neck as his other hand hovers over your clit. “Beg for it, you little slut.”

“Please, please, please,” you chant under your breath, walls sucking his dick back in every time he tries to pull away. 

He groans, fingers teasing across your slippery clit. Your pussy clamps down on his dick while he softly rubs the bundle of nerves.

“Can be such a good girl when you wanna be, huh?” His lips brush the shell of your ear while he squeezes your throat. 

He continues to rub your swollen clit until you’re digging your nails into his neck, whimpering while you cum all over his cock, orgasm making your brain complete mush. Ears ringing so loud, you don’t even hear as Lee curses against your neck, hips snapping against your ass before burying his cock deep in your spasming pussy. 

You moan brokenly as Lee pumps his cock inside your pulsing walls, using your pussy to milk rope after rope of thick cum until it’s dripping down your thighs. 

“So good for me,” he groans, hands smoothing over your sides and back, easing you down into the mussed sheets. “So fucking perfect, darlin’.”

You sigh, tired yet pleased, as Lee shifts until you’re both able to lay on your sides comfortably, hands skimming over your body. 

“Feels nice,” you mumble, eyes half lidded as you relax further into the pillow.

He hums, pulling up the sheets while you both relax in the afterglow. 

[tpwk-formula1]

Masterlist

Masterlist for some of the drivers. I will write for any driver so if you don't see your favorite just send in a request

*** indicates smut

Lee-Lee's Pizza Menu

2024 Kinktober Masterlist

Written Fics and SMAUs

Lewis Hamilton

Lewis x Teammate reader - Cool Down Room***

Lewis x Rosberg! reader - Road head, biting, orgasms***

Lewis x Rival! reader - We Don't Actually Hate Each Other***

Lewis x GF! reader - No, Go Change***

Lewis x GF! reader - Literally Just Porn, Plot Got Lost***

Lewis x Bratty! GF reader - Such a F*cking Brat***

Lewis x rival! reader - Let Me Use Your Mouth***

Lewis x sugar baby! reader - Need it now***

Max Verstappen

Max x Norris! reader - Take A Gummy WIth Me***

Max x Plus size pregnant reader SMAU - She's Pregnant

Max x Dom! reader - Bratty Boy***

Max x Horner! reader - I Don't Like You***

Max x Norris! reader - Just Miss You***

Max x Plus size pregnant reader SMAU - She's Pregnant

Max x Dom! reader - Bratty Boy***

Max x Horner! reader - I Don't Like You***

Max x Norris! reader - Just Miss You***

Max x reader - My Champ and A Baby***

Carlos Sainz

Carlos x Plus size reader SMAU - Thick Thighs Save Lives

Carlos x Rvial! reader - RED!***

Carlos x Leclerc! reader - Morning Routine***

Lando Norris

Lando x Leclerc little sister - Keep it a Secret

Lando x Plus size read SMAU - She Shouldn't Be Your Type

Lando X Fewtrell Twin sister - It was Obvious

Frat! Lando x Rival! reader - Been Waiting Too Long***

Lando x Plus size! Reader - You’re fucking gorgeous***

Lando x Verstappen! Reader - Prerace Rituals***

Lando x Sugar Baby! Reader - You're a Terrible Sugar Baby***

Lando x Sugar Baby! Reader - Come Back to Me***

Lando x Ferrari driver! Reader - I Always Come Back To You***

Lando x Personal Assistant! Reader - I Can Do It Myself (spoiler he can't)***

Lando x Verstappen! reader - I Didn't Give You That***

Lando x Plus Size Fewtrell! reader - Back of The Pack***

Lando x Ditzy! reader - You Cannot Be THAT Blind***

Lando x GF! reader - Making Our Own Movie***

Lando x Piastri! reader - Post Monza Frustrations***

Lando x Piastri! reader - You're Gonna Have My Baby***

Oscar Piastri

Oscar x Norris little sister plus size SMAU - They grow up so fast

Oscar x Fem! reader - I'm Not Sprinting This Time***

Oscar x Ferrari engineer! reader - Orange and Red Make Yellow***

Daniel Riccardo

Daniel x Norris Twin sister - Virgin Diaries***

Daniel x FWB! Reader - Post Singapore***

Charles Leclerc

Charles x Longtime GF! reader - Celebrations and an Orgasm***

Charles x GF! Reader - A little to Rough***

Charles x Injured Driver! reader - Please Just Fuck Me***

Charles x GF! Reader - Mark You Mine***

Charles x virgin! reader - I'm Ready For You***

Logan Sargeant

Logan x GF! Reader - Kiss it Better***

Ollie Bearman

Ollie x Antonelli! Reader - Fighting and Cheating Rumors***

Ollie x Antonelli! Reader - Kimi isn't happy and Ollie's a Giraffe***

Ollie x GF! Reader - WHEN We Get Married***

Ollie x GF! reader - Virgin Diaries***

George Russell

George x GF! reader - Private Moments***

Fernando Alonso

Fernando x Vettel! Reader - Needy and Begging***

Fernando x Rival/TM! Reader - Sleepy Sex***

Fernando x Younger! reader - Please! Just a Quickie***

Franco Colapinto

Franco x GF! Reader - Morning of Monza***

Franco x Albon! Reader - Don't Like Other Men***

Franco x rival! reader - We Fight In Bed Too***

Kimi Antonelli

Kimi x moody! Reader - Grumpy Girl***

Kimi x Bearman! reader - Caught***

Sebastian Vettel

Seb x AM! Reader - The Papaya Isn't a Threat***

Toto Wolff

Toto x Younger GR! Reader - You're Gonna Have My Baby***

POLY FICS AND SMAUs

Landoscar x reader - Figure it out***

Max & Lewis - Bad Race Baku***

Lestappen x reader - A Release***

Lestappen x reader - Bratty Little Thing***

Max & Lewis x GF reader - Fighting, A Brother, and a Sore Ass***

Landoscar x Sugar baby! reader - Buy Your Time***

Paul Aron x Dino Beganovic x GF! reader - First Time Sub***

Kimi x Ollie x reader - Just Take It***

Max F x Lando x Reader - Jealous Men***

Lily Z x Oscar x Pregnant! Reader

TEXT AUs

Telling the grid they didn't make you finish

Sending a Risky Pic (coming 12/6)

[spatialwave]

"all mine."

pairing: lee russell x fem!reader word count: 2.5k summary: as the youngest teacher on staff, you enjoy taking your peers out for a night of dancing, drinking and gossiping. lee russell was one of the few who joined, the married man you’d fallen hopelessly in love with. warnings/tags: mdni! smut, affair/cheating, dirty dancing, oral (m-receiving), verbal degradation, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, i feel like i made lee a little ooc so forgive me!

“oh, come on, lee,” your voice was soft and gentle, humming sweetly like a songbird, “it’s friday night, and you’d rather go home? really?”

hazel eyes settled on you as you shared a table in the staff room. it was sixth period and you had a planning period. you may have been the youngest member of staff, but you were the most organized, meaning you could waste the hour away with your favourite person at north jackson high.

vice principal lee russell.

your bottom lip was jutted out in a pout as he stared at you with his chin in both hands. he kept a straight face for a few moments until he scoffed and waved you away, “don’t give me that fuckin’ look, you’re too good at guiltin’ people into doin’ shit. you’re a bad influence.”

you gasped, sitting up straight, “that’s rich coming from you. i recall you asking me to help you dig dirt on gamby when he was pissing you off last year, and i followed him around for an entire saturday like some serial-killer stalker. a saturday when i was supposed to hang with my girlfriends, mind you, so don’t get all grouchy with me about being a bad influence.”

he pursed his lips and his gaze flickered between your eyes, “fine, if you must know, i’m starting to feel old as shit, okay? everytime we go out i end up at home at four in the goddamn morning with a migraine and the luxury of a two-day fuckin’ hangover” lee admitted, “it’s a real pain in the ass, you know. if it isn’t for you pukin’ your guts out and needin’ help home every weekend, i’d be back home in the comfort of my own bed at a normal fuckin’ time.”

you lips curved into a small smile as you listened to the man whine and complain, “not my fault that someone buys me shots all night.”

“and that was the last time because i learned my fuckin’ lesson. you can’t handle your alcohol,” he pointed a finger at you, lips lifting at the corners to match your sweet, little smile.

lee russell was smitten with you, and it was a slippery slope that he’d been sliding down. he was a married man, after all, but the marriage came with its own complications.

“great talk. i’ll see you tonight, lee.” you winked at him, taking your coffee, and giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze as you walked past him. lee’s eyes stayed on your body, watching your hips sway with each movement.

you had him wrapped around your finger, and he fucking hated it.

loud music and flashing lights filled your senses as you sipped on your vodka soda, waiting for your peers to arrive as time ticked away. amanda, bill and jen were always ready to crush back shots and forget about the bullshit week of classes with you, but even they were late.

you checked your cellphone as you leaned up against the bar, seeing if you had any missed messages from your colleagues. nothing.

you downed the rest of your drink and made a stop in the washroom to touch up your makeup and adjust your outfit—something special you wore in hopes to impress lee. a short, black skirt that hugged your curves and a black halter top held with thin straps that did little to cover your skin.

staring at yourself in the mirror, you felt a mix of emotions, mostly disgust and embarrassment. lee was married, and here you were hurting your feet with four-inch heels and wearing an uncomfortable skirt in hopes that he’d see you and want to ravage you.

all for him to not even show up.

you swallowed your pride. maybe you would forget about the married man if you met someone nice on the dancefloor. someone single and your age.

your heels clicked against the tiled floor as you left the bathroom, eyes flickering around the busy club when your gaze settled on the man you’d fallen madly in love with. he was at the bar with two shots in front of him, hazel eyes eagerly searching for you. you stayed in the shadows a bit longer, your heart rate skyrocketing as you watched him standing there in his dark grey suit with red-patterned button down peeking from underneath.

he was such a dork—a nicely dressed dork.

those eyes you loved flickered in your direction, and your stomach filled with butterflies when his lips pulled into a toothy grin. he hadn’t even needed to beckon you, your legs working beyond your brain as you sauntered to his side.

“lee,” you beamed, wrapping your arms around your friend and giving him a quick hug, smelling the expensive, intoxicating cologne, “you’re the only one who showed,” your breath tickled his ear as you spoke, pulling back with a coy smile in your lips. you were quick to notice the way he looked you up and down, settling on your revealed skin until he met your eyes.

“really? no one else came?” he was shocked as he spoke, “well, those assholes are missing out,” he slid one of the tequila shots over to you, “because tonight is the fucking night we party our goddamn brains out. we’re not goin’ home until the sun is risin’, baby, i promise you that.”

the casual pet name sent a shiver up your spine, “what happened to being too old?” you asked with a smirk.

“a moment of weakness,” lee replied, “i’m lee fuckin’ russell, i’m fuckin’ invincible. i wanna’ get goddamn wasted!”

the tequila was warm down your throat, but you cringed at the taste. your work companion cheered, inhaling through his teeth sharply, “shit, that’s good,” he breathed, waving for the bartender to bring another round as he laid out cash on the counter to pay.

the second one went down smoother than the first, a lazy grin smeared along your lips as you focused your attention back on lee. he was already staring at you, smirking.

“why are you looking at me like a piece of meat?” you teased, licking your lips, and smoothing down the front of his suit with a delicate hand. your nails were painted a deep shade of red that matched his shirt.

“i’m allowed to admire a pretty woman,” he replied oh-so confidently, and you knew that he had showed up to the club with a few drinks already in his system, “did you dress up for me?”

this was the side of lee russell you always enjoyed seeing. the side that focused his attention solely on you, and made you feel wanted.

“you’re so full of yourself,” you laughed, cheeks warm, “i may have kept you in mind when i was getting ready.”

“i can tell,” he cocked his head to the side, unashamed in the way he reached forward and brushed your hair behind your ear. this was wrong on so many levels, but the thrill was a high that you chased, and you dared not to think about the consequences.

with the alcohol coursing through your body and the loud, bass-heavy music guiding your thoughts to the filthiest parts of your mind, you snagged lee’s hand in your own and laced your fingers together. lee russell was in a trance as he watched you lead him where the crowd of clubbers danced together—bodies grinding and arms strung around necks.

you glanced over your shoulder at him, the hunger in his eyes easy to spon even under the unpredictable lighting.

you were about to spin around and face the man, but you were surprised when his free hand landed on your hip, squeezing over the fabric of your skirt. his chest pushed flush against your back, lips tickling against your ear and causing a shudder to escape your lips.

it had been a long time since you danced like this with anyone, most nights you’d jump around the dancefloor with amanda and jen, sharing drunken laughs as lee watched you from afar. this was better.

his hips moved effortlessly with the music, yours moving in tandem as your ass bumped and swayed against the growing hard-on underneath his suit pants. your arms lifted above your head, his hands sliding up and down your sides, feeling over the bare skin revealed by your skimpy outfit.

you looked around the club, blinking and unable to focus on anything with the bright flashes of neon lights and tens of couples in the same situation as yourself. the alcohol had skewed your vision and all you could focus on was how wet you were between your legs, and the feeling of lee’s fingers caressing your exposed skin

“lee,” you breathed his name out as your head lolled back to rest against his shoulder, able to brush your lips against his jaw while hands tightened over your hips, “this is… wrong,” you could hardly speak.

your morals were showing, but you hadn’t the willpower to stop.

“it’s okay,” he hushed, head tilting enough that his lips barely brushed against yours, and it was then the alcohol seemed to hit you all at once.

you were quick to turn around in his arms, wrapping them around his neck and forcing your lips together in a kiss that had been dangling between you two for months. he licked into your mouth, parting your lips until he could slide his tongue against yours, fighting for dominance that wasn’t hard to win and leaving you wanting more.

everything happened fast.

one moment you two were tongue-fucking each other on the dancefloor, the next you were hidden away in the washroom on your knees with lee’s hands in your hair. his length was pushed deep in your throat as you sucked him off, addicted to the way his face twisted in pleasure as your tongue glided along the underside of his cock.

the music was muffled, but the washroom was loud with the sounds of girls chatting and laughing. doing coke together in the stalls, pouring alcohol out from the flasks they snuck in, and making so much noise that you weren’t worried when lee would choke out a moan or gasp your name.

your hands pressed against the front of his thighs as you bobbed your head, lips perfectly wrapped around him as his cock twitched in your mouth.

“get up,” he moaned shakily, taking your hair in his hands and yanking you from his cock. lips parted from it with a soft ‘pop’ and lee wanted so badly to keep going until your makeup was streaming down your cheeks, but he needed you, “i want to fuck you, baby,” he murmured, staring down at your eager, young face, “you won’t tell anyone, will you?”

“mhm,” you whimpered as you stood, and he pinned you against the door of the stall, “it’s our secret, just ours. i promise—”

he shut you up with his lips, a hand reaching down, so his fingers could push past your panties and waste no time in making you squirm and moan. two fingers plunged inside your cunt, and he smiled against your lips, “you’re so easy, aren’t you?”

the degradation wasn’t surprising, and you welcomed it wholly.

“bet you’ll take my cock so fuckin’ easy too, won’t you, baby?” he breathed heavy against your jaw, leaving sloppy kisses against your skin as his fingers stretched you just right, “do you want it? tell me how bad you want my cock and i’ll think about giving it to you.”

“lee,” you squirmed, hips twitching as you tried to stay upright with your legs spread for him, “i want it bad, really fucking bad. please, i need it.”

that’s all it took for lee’s impatience to get the best of him. he hooked one of your legs around his hips and replaced his fingers with his cock, slow as he filled you and pulling back to watch your pretty mouth go slack as your cunt ached around him.

“i’m not on the pill,” you were quick to whisper in his ear, your hips shaking as he started rocking his. you buried your face against his neck, scared to scream his name and let everyone in the bathroom know what you were doing.

“fuck,” he groaned into your ear, one hand on your thigh wrapped around him, the other against the metal stall door next to your head while yours tugged on his hair for dear life, “it’s okay, we’ll be okay. just—fuck,” he couldn’t finish his scrambled thoughts, his mind going blank as he fucked you slow and steady, “just shut up and take it.”

you listened obediently like you always had with him, your head falling back against the door as he fucked you, surprisingly tender in his movements. his hips rocked against yours slowly, stretching deep into your heat and leaving you a pathetic mess that could hardly stand on one foot.

“you’re so tight,” lee grunted, biting underneath your ear hard enough to leave a mark, “and you’re all mine, all fucking mine.”

you pressed a hand to your lips, shutting yourself up as lee’s movements quickened. the stall door started squeaking with each forward kick of his hips, and neither of you cared at this point. all you could do was take it like he told you, legs parted and cunt squeezing around his cock until he came, filling you like he dreamed about doing every night.

the following monday had rolled by too quickly for your liking. you’d spent most of your sunday alone in your apartment, recovering from your night out and wallowing in the guilt that came with being lee’s mistress of the night. he’d gone home before sunrise, dropping you off at home in your shared taxi and sending you off with a kiss that had you feeling all kinds of confused.

your stomach twisted as you thought about seeing him today.

the morning bell hadn’t rung yet, and you were lounging in the staff room with a coffee in your hands and listening to the chatter of teachers having their last few moments of freedom.

“bummer that you had to cancel saturday night,” amanda’s voice caught your attention as she walked into the staff room, “but i hope you’re feeling better. there is nothing worse than wasting your weekends being sick.”

you perked up, confusion on your face as she poured her coffee.

“after lee let us all know you weren’t feeling good on friday he planned for us to go to this new bar on the other side of town. it was actually really fun, but can you believe this?” she peered over her shoulder to look at you, “he didn’t even show up.”

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needd lee russell being edged, whimpering and begging all that good stuff !! i love your writing sm, you do all the walton boys so much justice 😭💕

The Edge

Lee Russell x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+), office sex, oral (f receiving), pussy job, thigh riding, sub/dom dynamic, soft!dom reader, power dynamics/power play, brat taming (kinda), all porn little plot, nipple play, bratty lee, multiple orgasms, cum eating, manipulation, begging, fluff.

Word Count: 5.1K

A/N: Anon! Lee Russell whining and begging to cum is seared into my brain forever now. Thank you sm for your lovely words about my writing of the Goggins gang🥲 I hope you enjoy! I’d love to know what you all think to this, and feel free to send me more requests 💌

Lee rolled his eyes, leaning his head back against his office chair as you continued to grind down onto his muscular thigh. His expression was almost bored, feigning indifference to your ministrations. However, you occasionally felt him shift under you, seeking friction for his painfully hard cock that you had left unfairly untouched inside his slacks.

Your movements were deliberate and slow, savouring the way his thigh flexed beneath you. The heat between your legs intensified with every grind, the rough texture of his pants adding to the sensation that made your breath hitch. Despite his bored appearance, his hands gripped the armrests tightly, knuckles white from the effort of staying still.

You could see the conflict in his eyes, a dark storm of lust and frustration. He fought to maintain his composure, and it thrilled you to know just how close he was to breaking. Every muscle in his body was taut with tension, his veins bulging and the strain evident. The room filled with the sound of your ragged breaths and the quiet creak of the chair, the air thick with unspoken need.

“You think you can just tease me like this?” he muttered, his annoyance clear in the tightness of his voice. Even though you were tired, the intensity in your gaze challenged him to meet you on your terms. With feigned reluctance, he gripped your hips and guided your movements, each one growing more urgent as you rode him.

His lips pursed in dissatisfaction, teeth gritted as you trembled around him. His gaze, dark with lust, followed your every movement, drinking in the sight of you. Each drag of your heat across his thigh brought a fresh wave of pleasure, mingling with the remnants of your previous climax.

Goosebumps prickled your naked flesh as you rode him with abandon, undeterred by the prospect of a colleague walking in on you so late past the last bell. Ever since your class had ended, you had been pleasuring yourself on his thigh, anger from an earlier spat still simmering within you as you sulked into his office. The lingering resentment fuelled your movements, the depth of your need overshadowing any thoughts of forgiveness.

But resentment didn’t mean you weren’t ready to take what you needed. The heat between you was almost unbearable, the tension from your unresolved conflict only adding to the vigor of your movements.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you replied coyly, feeling his muscles tighten and retract beneath your touch. A smile spread across your face as his fingers tapped impatiently at your hip.

Despite his apparent nonchalance, you could feel the evidence of his arousal, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, desperate for attention. Every shift of his hips, every slight adjustment, betrayed his need. His eyes, though half-closed and rolling in exaggerated boredom, couldn’t hide the smouldering desire within them. The game you were playing was a dangerous one, but the thrill of it was intoxicating.

You leaned in closer, your breath hot near his ear as you murmured, “Are you sure you’re not enjoying this?”

His eyes bore into yours, impatient and intense, as he dug his nails into your hips, the pain intertwining with pleasure. You smiled, running your hands over his chest, the soft fabric of his shirt contrasting with the hard, sinewy muscle beneath. His impatience only fuelled your hunger, the mix of sensations heightening your awareness of every touch.

“You like this, don’t you?” you teased, your voice a low whisper, your lips grazing his ear. His breath hitching in response was all the confirmation you needed. You leaned back slightly, savouring the friction, the way his cock strained against your leg, craving release.

Despite him concealing it effectively for the longest time, you discovered Lee’s enjoyment of being taunted and denied after an office romp was interrupted. The memory of that moment still sent shivers down your spine. Later, he sought you out, his eyes dark with unfulfilled desire, moaning about how difficult it had been not to touch himself before getting his hands on you. The timbre of his voice was thick with longing, every word a testament to his struggle. A barely audible plea slipped from his lips, begging to feel you.

He had never sounded so desperate before, and it drove you wild. Something primal ignited within you from the raw need in his voice and the way his body trembled with restraint. It was exhilarating, the power you had over him, the ability to reduce him to a state of pleading desperation like he did with you. It was a revelation, a crack in his façade that you eagerly explored, knowing that beneath his rough exterior lay a vulnerability that only you could coax to the surface.

“I apologised, didn’t I? You always blow tiny, insignificant things out of proportion,” he said, his voice dripping with venom.

“Hardly,” you countered, your lingering anger fuelled by his blasé attitude. “And for the record, I haven’t forgiven you yet,” you added firmly.

“Then why are you riding my thigh like a bitch in heat?” he laughed cruelly, watching you maintain your unfaltering rhythm against him. His eyes gleamed with amusement, his mocking tone only spurring you on.

“For my enjoyment,” you shot back, breathless but defiant. “Plus, I think you like it when I use you.”

The challenge in your tone was unmistakable, daring him to deny the pleasure coursing through him as you came on his thigh again and again. Each movement, each grind against him, furthered the power struggle between you and the stimulating connection you both craved.

You trailed your fingers down his torso until they reached the bulge pressing hard against your leg. Teasingly, you hovered your hand over his arousal, revelling in the sharp intake of breath he made, before finally resting it on his knee behind you. Using it for leverage, you fucked yourself against him harder, bringing yourself close to the edge again.

“What do you want, Lee?” You asked, amusement lacing your inflection at the flicker of disappointment that crossed his face.

“You know what I want,” he growled, his voice low and filled with despair as his eyes dropped to the apex of your thighs.

“Let me hear you say it,” you said, squeezing his knee. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

His jaw clenched as he drank in the sight of your pussy gliding over him. The fabric of his pants was dark with your juices, the skin beneath damp and warm. “I want to feel you,” he finally admitted, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Wanna fuck you until you can’t take anymore.”

“If you ask nicely,” you purred, your hand tracing back to the bulge in his pants, teasing him with a tantalizing amount of pressure that caused him to groan.

“Just let me fuck you, and let’s go home,” he demanded, rough but desperate.

You could see the raw need etched across his face, his control hanging by a thread. Seeing him so close to breaking only solidified your resolve to get what you wanted.

“Don’t be in such a hurry,” you tutted softly as you continued to grind against him, savouring the friction. A breathy whimper escaped his lips when you dropped your hand from his straining erection. His fingers left your hip to wrap around your wrist as he glared up at you.

His grip was firm, his irritation clear in the way it tightened around you. “You’re torturing me,” he growled, eyes blazing with a blend of fury and hunger.

You leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “don’t you think you deserve it?” Your hips continued to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm, the pressure building with each tantalizing grind.

His hand on your hip slipped around your back and pressed you tightly to his chest. Your breasts were firm against him, nipples hard against the cotton of his shirt. He looked up at you through long lashes, his hardened stare softening as he placed a tentative kiss on your chin. “Didn’t mean to upset you,” he mumbled, his voice low and sincere.

You could feel his breath against your skin, warm and slightly ragged. The vulnerability in his eyes tugged at something deep inside you, momentarily easing the tension. His hand on your wrist relaxed, sliding up to gently cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek with a tenderness that he rarely showed.

“I’m not upset,” you said, your jaw set and brows furrowed. “I’m angry,” you clarified, the ferocity in your voice matching the hard lines of your expression as you mentally fought against his change in demeanour.

He peppered light kisses from your chin to your lips, his touch gentle yet insistent. “Didn’t mean to make you mad, either,” he murmured softly against your skin. His tongue traced your bottom lip with intentional slowness, a subtle plea for forgiveness as he patiently waited for you to grant him entrance.

With a sigh, you parted your lips to allow him access. His muscle slipped inside, exploring with a slow, deliberate warmth that made your heart race. You could feel the sincerity in his actions, the way his lips moved tenderly against yours, each kiss an unspoken apology. He released your wrist, his hands roaming your body with a newfound reverence, his gentle persistence wearing down the edges of your anger.

Your fingertips intertwined at the back of his neck, drawing him nearer as you briefly surrendered to the moment. His touch was everywhere, a soothing balm to your frayed nerves, each caress a promise of his intent to make things right. His kisses grew more urgent, more demanding, as he sensed your resolve weakening.

You broke the kiss before  you gave in any further. “Show me how sorry you are,” you commanded, your voice a low whisper. The undeniable authority in your tone was clear, and you saw the flicker of devotion and submission in his eyes. You had him right where you wanted.

His gaze never wavered, a mix of determination and need burning in his expression. He nodded, his focus entirely on you. “Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, his voice a hushed promise as he fumbled with the zip of his pants. To his chagrin, you quickly swatted it away.

“Not like that,” you ordered, eyeing him sternly as your fingers entwined around his tie. You gave it a gentle tug, delighting in the flicker of alarm on his face as it tightened slightly against his throat.

The authority in your gaze held him captive, and you could see his appetite intensify as he complied with your unspoken command. His hand reluctantly found your hip again, the grip firm but reverent as he waited for your next move.

“Show me how sorry you are,” you repeated.

“Well? What do you want me to do?” he huffed, impatience and resentment evident in his tone as he dropped his head back against the headrest again.

You maintained your hold on his tie, leaning in closer until your lips were just inches from his ear. “I want you to beg,” you said, your voice low and commanding. “Take what I give you, no more, no less.” You planted a soft kiss on his earlobe, feeling him shiver beneath you. “I want you to be grateful.”

He studied you for a moment, his gaze flicking to your grip on his tie as he swallowed hard against the restriction. He responded with a dark chuckle, but his eyes showed his insatiable appetite at the prospect of you taking charge. “You want to play? Fine. But don’t forget who’s really in control,” he growled, the underlying challenge clear in his voice.

A sly smile played on your lips as you tightened your grip slightly, feeling the tension between you heighten. “We’ll see about that,” you replied, authoritative and mocking.

With a swift, practiced motion, you unzipped his fly and released him from the confines of his slacks. His hard cock sprang free, curving against his abdomen, the red, shiny tip glistening with pre-cum. Lee’s eyes darkened with anticipation, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he watched your every move.

You savoured the moment, letting the power you held over him wash over you. His breath hitched as you wrapped your hand around his shaft, the heat and firmness of him palpable against your palm. The lingering defiance in his expression only spurred you on.

His eyes never left yours, following every movement with rapt attention. Your thumb swirled over his tip, spreading the pre-cum over his length as you pumped him. You could feel his body tense beneath your touch, each stroke drawing a low groan from his lips.

Lee hissed through his teeth, hypersensitive to your caress after being denied for so long and forced to watch you cum repeatedly on his leg with no release for himself. You revelled in the sight of his face contorting in pleasure, his mouth falling open as he panted. The raw magnitude of his need made each of your touches electric, heightening your own arousal as you watched him teeter on the edge. The power you wielded over him, the ability to elicit such a reaction, was intoxicating, and you savoured every second of his torment and longing.

Slowly, you leaned in. “You like that?” you asked, your voice dripping with seduction. He answered with a barely audible moan, his hips bucking in response to your touch.

You manoeuvred yourself on his lap, straddling his waist as you settled your ass against his thighs. His length nestled snugly between your wet folds and his abdomen, the material of his shirt already damp from the slick of your arousal and his pre-cum. His eyes fluttered shut at the warmth of you, a deep groan escaping his lips.

With your bottom lip between your teeth, you fought to contain the moans that were on the verge of escaping. You didn’t want him to know how amazing it felt as your swollen clit grazed against the thick veins of his shaft. Your nails bit into his shoulders for leverage as you languidly stroked him back and forth with your pussy.

His grip tightened, fingers digging into your flesh as he tentatively dragged you across him. You could see the desperate longing in his expression, the way he ached to bury himself fully inside you. Every time he moved you over him, the tip of his cock kissed your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through you. The intensity of it all hurtled you toward the edge, and you threw your head back, overwhelmed by the sensation.

As you bit your lip to muffle your cry, your orgasm crashed over you. Your muscles tightened as you bucked your hips, determined to extract every ounce of enjoyment from him. The waves of ecstasy rippled through your body, each movement drawing out the toe-curling ferocity as you rode the crest of your release.

Lee cursed at the feeling of you gushing over his cock, using your temporary mind shift to push at your entrance with his tip. The pressure brought you back to the moment, breath heavy as you shook your head, readjusted so that you were gliding over him again.

“Can’t even say my name when I make you cum?” he huffed, irritation mounting with each time you reached your peak in silence. It was the least he deserved, he reasoned, for letting you deny him in so many other ways.

“I made myself cum,” you said, a teasing smirk tugging at your lips. He shot you a piercing look, jaw tight as his nostrils flared. “Calling my name would be a little odd,” you joked, breath heavy as you set a leisurely rhythm with your hips.

His eyes darkened, silently demanding the acknowledgement he craved as he watched you, every movement a deliberate tease. “Fuck you,” he muttered, though the flicker of admiration in his gaze was unmistakable.

You were growing tired, spent from riding him for so long previously, but you weren’t about to give in. Each grind was slower now, more teasing, as you savoured the sensation of his cock twitching beneath you. You were resolved to keep control, to extend every bit of the pleasure that he owed.

The sight of Lee looking so on edge, so dishevelled, his cheeks flushed a rosy red and sweat beading his forehead, had you grinning. He narrowed his eyes in concentration, briefly flicking them to yours. Then, with a defiant thrust of his hips, he timed it perfectly to catch himself against the ridge of your cunt, seeking the pressure he craved to reach his peak. Pissed off and well past the point of playing your game, his movements became more urgent, determined to find release despite your teasing.

His jaw clenched, each thrust becoming more forceful as he battled against the frustration bubbling inside him. The room was flooded with the sounds of your bodies moving together, a symphony of your multiple releases coating him, and the deep grunts of pleasure rising from his chest. You could see the determination in his eyes, the way his muscles tensed with every push, his distress to reach his climax clear in the urgency of his movements.

“Just... let me cum,” he gasped, his voice a mix of anger and pleading. His hands gripped your hips with bruising force, guiding you over him with a renewed vigour. The friction, the heat, the sheer need in his movements sent tingles of ecstasy through you.

You felt his muscles stiffen beneath you, heard his breath hitch, and knew he was close. Just seconds before his impending release, you lifted off him, your cunt suddenly cold against the air without him nestled inside. He whined in defeat, looking up at you in disbelief, his eyes wide with surprise. The sudden loss of contact left him trembling, his need for you palpable as he struggled to comprehend the abrupt interruption.

“Do you deserve it?” You asked, your voice exuding seductive authority, breath warm against his ear, enjoying the way his body shivered in response.

You could see the internal conflict in his eyes, dominance warring with submission, as he reluctantly replied, “No.” He leaned forward, hesitantly reaching for you, and a small smile flickered across his face when you didn’t move away. You allowed him to pull you back, guiding you to straddle him once more.

He sighed at the warmth as you settled against his cock, the tension in his body easing slightly. His arms snaked around your waist, holding you close as he awaited your next move. The intimacy of the moment, the blend of power and vulnerability, sent a shiver through you.

You could feel his heartbeat against your chest, the rapid thud mirroring your own excitement. “You know what I want,” you whispered, your voice firm yet tender, brushing your lips against his.

He groaned in reluctance, then dipped his head to catch a hardened nipple with his teeth. His wet tongue circled the bud before sucking, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. Your body involuntarily arched into him, seeking more.

His hands roamed your back, holding you securely as he continued his ministrations. Each flick of his tongue and soft bite of his teeth drove you wild, the sensations building an irresistible pressure inside you. The soft moans escaping your lips only spurred him on, his own desire clear in the way his cock throbbed against your wet heat.

You grabbed the back of his head, pressing him closer to your breast, craving more of his touch. “Lee,” you breathed, your voice a husky whisper of need. “Say it.”

He responded with a low growl; the vibration adding another layer of pleasure. His other hand moved to your neglected breast, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipple, perfectly complementing the sensations from his mouth.

A moment later, he left you, trailing wet kisses up your chest and throat until he reached your lips. He captured them in a fierce kiss, his tongue delving deep, claiming you with a passion that left you breathless.

“Just give it to me, baby,” he breathed against your mouth. Your fingers found their grip in his hair again as you tugged him back to look at you, the tension in the air crackling between you.

The pet name was a deliberate choice, one he used sparingly, either in rare moments of genuine praise or as a sure-fire way to get what he wanted. The combination of his tone and the intimate nickname pulled at your resolve, the manipulation in his voice blending seamlessly with his anguish.

“Is that how you ask nicely?” You said with a mocking pout on your lips.

“That’s how I’m fuckin’ askin’,” he replied, hissing through his teeth when your fingers tightened in frosted tips. His mouth gleamed with spit and his eyes blazed with defiance. You were determined to quench that fire, deliberately sliding your cunt over his pulsating shaft.

“You sure there’s nothing else you wanted to say, Lee?” you teased, your voice dripping with playful menace. He shook his head, muscles tensing and breath caught as you moved in agonizing slowness. He was so close to giving in, his defiance betrayed by the pleading flicker in his eyes.

“That’s a shame,” you sighed, releasing your fingers from his hair as you shifted to lift yourself again, leaving him aching and regretful. His expression shifted to one of despair as the reality of your actions sank in, the loss of your warmth making him shudder. You hovered just above him, the heat of your cunt a tantalizing tease, waiting for him to break.

But losing contact was too much for him, and a deep growl gave way to a pathetic whimper as he scrambled to stop you. “Stop,” he pleaded, his arms tightening around you, holding you close. His chin rested on the swell of your breast as he looked up, his gaze filled with desperate longing.

You eyed him expectantly, waiting for more.

When he realized you would not give in to his manipulations, he sighed deeply before sucking his teeth. “Please,” he mumbled, barely audible, impatience and insincerity dripping from his tone. His eyes flickered with frustration, but beneath it, you could see the genuine desperation breaking through, the raw need he could no longer mask.

The power shifted subtly back to you, your control over the moment reaffirmed. You watched as his defiance wavered, the façade of power slipping away to reveal the true depth of his craving. He was at your mercy, and the realization brought a thrill of satisfaction.

“I didn’t hear you,” you lied, cold and teasing.

“Fuck, please! Let me fuck you, baby,” he whined, the petulance clear in his tone. “Just need to be inside you, please.” His voice was frantic, the raw need in his plea evident as he clung to you, every inch of his body straining towards yours as he licked and sucked at your clavicle.

His words were like music to your ears, a sweet tune that you’d composed from his defiant lips. “Maybe,” you smiled, cupping his cheek as you grazed a thumb over the shadow of stubble on his jaw. “If you beg a little more.”

“Please,” he grunted, hand slipping between your bodies to run a finger through the expanse of your slit, gathering the sopping wetness before circling your swollen clit. You moaned softly, guiding his mouth to yours for a kiss. “You know I’m sorry,” he whispered against your lips, breath warm as you nibbled his bottom lip.

You felt tempted to deny him further, to see how long he could go without release while you continued to use his body for your own satisfaction. But your thighs burned, your pelvis ached from the ministrations, and his fingers dancing over you had you craving more of him.

“Making me feel so good. You’re being a good boy, Lee,” you praised, amusement lacing your voice. His eyes gleamed with longing, the praise only intensifying his need. He sighed against your skin as he rested into the curve of your neck, vibrating through you as his fingers continued their gentle, teasing circles around your clit.

You could feel him trembling with restraint, every fibre of his being focused on your approval. Sliding your own hand between you both, you grasped his thick cock, hard and wet from your juices, pulsing against your palm as you stroked it firmly. He let out a pitiful cry as you worked him.

“I’m not gonna last,” he whined, teeth grazing your skin as his fingers on you faltered with the overwhelming pleasure engulfing him. “Let me fuck you, please,” he drew back, looking at you with pleading eyes, face warm.

Wordlessly, you shifted your hips, aligning yourself perfectly over his throbbing shaft as you held him at your entrance. His eyes widened with a mix of relief and renewed yearning. He took your nipple into his mouth again, a delicious whine escaping his lips as you slowly pushed the engorged tip of his cock inside.

With your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to you, you exhaled slowly before lowering yourself onto him. You felt every inch stretch and fill you as you buried him to the hilt, the sensation exquisite—a perfect blend of fullness and resistance that made your breath catch. The heat of your bodies melded together, each movement drawing pathetic whimpers from him. The intense pressure and friction caused tingles down your spine, nerve endings alive with pleasure.

Your movements became more urgent as his nimble fingers found your sensitive clit again, each grind pushing you further to the edge. The friction of his cock against your inner walls, combined with his hips bucking to meet your every move, was rousing. 

His hands skilfully manipulated your clit while his tongue flicked over the hardened bud of your nipple, driving you wild with pleasure. Your fingers gripped and pulled at his hair, delivering the small tinges of pain you knew he craved. The synergy of sensations was overwhelming, each touch, each thrust, each drag of him sending you spiralling closer to release.

Moans, gasps, and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin filled the room, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. He released your bud with a pop of his lips. His eyes locked onto yours, a mix of adoration and raw, unfiltered need. You rode him with everything you had.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he sighed, his voice a desperate whisper as he clung to you. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, the connection between you deepening with every thrust, every shared breath.

“Are you gonna cum, Lee?” You asked, fingers releasing from his hair to cradle his face.

“Yes,” he panted, and you smiled against his skin, placing a gentle kiss above his brow. His body shook, nearing release again, and you stilled your hips, forcing yourself upwards until he slipped out of you.

“Fuck!” he shouted, eyes wide and pleading as his chest heaved. He’d been so close, and as you looked down, you saw his angry, red cock throbbing beneath you.

“No more, please,” he whined, fingers of one hand still working your clit and the other digging into the flesh of your hips, willing you to sit. He looked up at you, eyes glistening with discomfort. “Please, I need to cum,” he begged, voice thick with need. “Baby, I’m sorry. Please.”

The sight of him, so vulnerable and pleading, sent a thrill through you. The raw emotion in his voice, the genuine apology and longing, tugged at your resolve. “Alright,” you murmured softly as you brushed a thumb over his lightly stubbled jaw. 

You guided him back to your entrance, the heat and slickness enveloping him once more. He gripped you, leaving pleading kisses against your throat, his groans vibrating through you as he bottomed out. You moved together, the rhythm quickly becoming frantic as both of you chased the edge of release.

“Come on, Lee,” you whispered, your voice a breathy encouragement. “Give it to me. I want it.”

His response was immediate, hips snapping up to meet yours with renewed vigour as desperate pleas fell from his lips. “Fuck, I’m cumming, I’m... oh, fuck,” he whimpered, the tension that had been building between you finally breaking. You felt him pulse inside you, and then, with a strangled cry, he came in hot spurts of milky white, filling you to the brim. His body trembled beneath you, every shudder and gasp evidence of the intensity of his release.

The sensation of his warmth spreading within you, combined with the pitiful sounds of his sobs as you clenched around him, sent you hurtling towards the edge. Your climax washed over you with a force that left your legs shaking, nerve endings alight with pleasure.

“T-thank you,” he mumbled, lips crashing onto yours in a sloppy, appreciative kiss as he continued to rut into you, getting every bit of satisfaction from you he could. You moaned into his mouth, your mind reeling from his gratitude for finally giving him release.

Lee’s hands continued to roam your body, gentle and grateful, as you both rode out the aftershocks together. With a ragged breath, you fell against him, tired and aching as you found comfort in his embrace. His head fell back against the chair, gaze fixed on the ceiling as he fought for his breath to slow.

“Have you forgiven me now?” He whispered, smiling devilishly against your hair, tracing patterns over the expanse of your back.

“Almost,” you replied, lifting yourself from him slowly with a shared groan, your cunt contracting as you stood and braced yourself against the desk. You placed your feet on the arms of his chair, spreading your legs wide.

Lee eyed your swollen pussy, wet and messy from your many orgasms, his load dripping down your ass and pooling on the desk below you. He licked his lips, eyes glazed over as the fucked-out state of you spread before him held him captive.

“Clean me up, Lee,” you instructed, and he didn’t hesitate. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the desk as he dove into your sopping heat. Your nails dug into the skin of his arms as you grasped at him, his tongue lapping over you with fervent passion. A lewd slurping sound filled the air as he devoured every drop of your mixed releases, his mouth working tirelessly to give you what you desired.

You leaned back against the desk, enjoying the sensation of him between your legs and the satisfaction of having him under your control, even if only briefly. He would soon return to his familiar brash self, but the anticipation of his hidden submissive side excited you for the next opportunity to bring it out. Until then, you would savour the ecstasy found in his usual rough handling and sharp words of degradation that consistently left you spellbound.

Eyes fluttering shut, you surrendered to the pleasure of his tongue. With fervent devotion, he moved, drawing you into bliss with each lick and suck. The room filled with the sounds of your cries as you finally called his name, his grateful murmurs of thanks against your skin following soon after.

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[sexy-monster-fucker]

Ok but Lee Russell and fem teacher reader supervising the prom?? Maybe sneaking away (leaving gamby to fend for himself l m a o) for a little canoodling

Lee Russell x Fem!Teacher

omg YES I love love love this, I was thinking of writing something like this and now with the requestI have to follow through!

cw: smut, nothing too crazy, cream pie, p in v

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To your dismay, you were one of the teachers chosen to chaperon the Prom this year. It being mandatory for you to actually dress semi-formal and look presentable. Flustered with the fact you would be spending your Saturday night surrounded in a lake of horned up teenagers trying their hardest to do anything and everything sneaky.

There was one bright side though.

Your secret hookup buddy would also be chaperoning. Lee Russell, one of the Vice Principals at North Jackson High School. Someone you had grown rather fond of in the last year. After payday drinks one night, you had found yourself tangled with him in the backseat of his car. Over the next couple of months, you had continued casual hookups at any opportunity.

You examined yourself in the mirror. Fixing any lose hairs you had, wiping the lipstick off your teeth. You thought you looked good. Heading out to meet your fellow chaperones. You and Neal Gamby pulled into the parking lot around the same time. Looking over at each other and exchanging awkward waves. Neither of you wanted to be there.

You walked in side-by-side, complaining about the night you had ahead of you the whole way in. Lee Russell stood in the hallway right outside the gym, directing the DJ where to take his things. Turning with hands on his hips to meet you both, "Bout time y'all got here." He wore a nicer black suit with an orange tie popping in color. "Gamby, get in there and sort things out," Lee pointed into the gymnasium. Neal blew his breath out, stomping his way into the dark room.

Smiling as he walked over to you, hands finding your hips instantly. You smiled widely at him, "You look handsome this evening." Lee pressed his lips to yours tenderly, "And you look ravishing, my dear." Kiss was short lasted as Neal Gamby came back yelling for Lee.

“Russell! Get your ass in here and help me with these god forsaken decorations,” Gamby’s vein popped out on his forehead.

“Jesus, Gamby can’t you do anything on your own. Always needing me to come to your rescue,” he looked over his shoulder smiling at you. The three of you walked into the illuminated gymnasium. Disco strobes painted the walls, tables with clothes over them on the floor. Other teachers were decorating as the cafeteria staff brought in the food for the students who would be arriving shortly.

You spent the next hour making sure everything was in place. DJ had started playing some music to set the mood. All of you bobbing your heads to the beat of older hits, some faculty singing along. Everyone was designated an area to make sure things went smoothly. You and Lee ended up being the one to check students in, making sure they all had tickets before entering. For an hour, students dressed in their finest clothes rolled through the doors. Giddy for the dance they had been waiting all year to arrive.

Double checking that every name was marked off the list, you and Lee sat alone at the fold out table.

“I think that’s everyone who signed up. Guess we can lock the doors now,” you stood up, stretching your back. Lee spun his keys around his finger going over and making sure no one could get in. Turning around and bearing a bright smile.

“Ready to go out to the dance floor?” Lee’s hands rested on your hips, leaning down and placing a tender kiss on you. You rolled your eyes, “Been looking forward to it all week.” Sarcasm painted your tone as Lee laughed, “I know you didn’t wanna be here, sweetheart. But I didn’t wanna be here without you.” Your cheeks grew hot with his sweetness. You both walked into the loud gymnasium. Seas of students dancing to pop hits, some awkwardly sitting at table or leaned against the stacked up bleachers. Meeting Gamby at the base of the stage directly next to one of the booming speakers.

“List all clear?” He shouted over the music. You nodded, “We double checked it and everything.”

“All these little fuckers are trying to dance awfully close,” Gamby scowled.

“Calm down, Gamby. It’s prom. After graduation next week we won’t half to deal with half these kids,” Lee propped a hand on Gamby’s shoulder.

Lee looked around the room, face falling into shock. “Oh my God, Gamby, look over there!” He pointed at some students with a flask attempting to pour it into the punch bowl.

“Motherfuckers!” Gamby rushed through the crowd of students to get to them. Lee chuckled, scanning the area around you both. No one was paying attention to either of you.

Lee interlocked fingers with you, pulling you behind the stage. "Where are we going?" you questioned, your voice not above a whisper. Lee's free hand went up to his lips shushing you. He opened the door to the band storage closet, pulling you inside with him. Complete darkness. Your eyes fought to adjust to the void. Feverish lips latched onto yours. Hands finding your hips and pushing your back against the wall. Clanking of some metal instruments filled the room as Lee's tongue found its way into your mouth.

"You have no right looking as good as you do tonight," Lee growled between kisses. Lips finding your neck, sloppy kisses decorating it. Lee's hands groped at your chest, pawing at the tender skin there. Pinching at your nipples through your dress, pulling a moan from you. "Yeah, now that's what I like to hear," Lee cooed at your sounds.

“Don’t we need to be out there watching the kids?” You spoke softly.

“Fuck those brats. They’re all gonna do what they want anyway doesn’t matter if we’re out there. Besides, Gamby can handle it,” Lee pressed his lips back into yours. His hands roamed every inch of your body, lips never breaking away from yours.

Gamby screaming your names in the hallway broke you away for a second. Both of you turning to stare at the door. Lee’s hand going to cover your mouth. His other hand fondling your soaking core. Fighting the moans that begged to creep out of you. You both held your breath when you saw the shadow of his shoes walk past the door. Stomping feet and the slam of a door letting you know he had gone elsewhere. You both sighed in relief.

Lee’s mouth latched back onto your neck, fingers teasing up under your dress. Tracing your clothed folds. “This pussy’s always so wet for me,” he purred against your throat. Lips climbing to your jaw, soft kisses planted along is landing below your ear. Your hands ghosted down his body, resting on his tent in his slacks. Palming him through the material. Lee groaned at your touch, hot breath against your skin. Your lips found their place on his throat. His hand tangling in your hair as you nipped at his jugular. Leaving tiny purple marks on him.

“Fuck… you know how to use that mouth, sweetheart,” Lee praised lost in the feeling. “You know I do,” you whispered against his skin. Hands found the buckle of his belt, undoing it and unzipping his pants. You ran the tips of your fingers around the band of his underwear, pulling a shaky breath from him. Diving deeper and wrapping your hand around his hard member. Lee sighed at the contact. You stroked him pulling moans and praises from him. His eyes squinted shut taking in every movement you gave him.

“God, let me fuck you,” Lee pressed his lips into yours. Hands scooping up your dress and pushing it as high as possible. Pulling his cock from his drawers, stroking himself as he watched you pull your panties down your legs. He grabbed one of your legs, hitching it around his waist as he lined himself up with your entrance. The head of his cock brushing your sensitivity before delving in. He bottomed out with his first thrust. Loud moans filled the small storage room. Mouths breathing the same air as he lingered inside you.

He began a slow and steady pace, stretching you perfectly around him. Lips desperate as tongues explored mouths and teeth clanked together. “Fuck, I missed this. Missed burying myself inside this God sent pussy,” Lee breathed heavy, his hair falling down in front of his face as he picked up his pace. With each harsh thrust squeaks and moans left you. Lee’s fingers found your aching clit, circling it in an attempt to make you finish around him.

“Need you to cum around me, doll. Wanna feel you come undone,” Lee huffed catching his breath. He knew exactly how to get you there. Fingers working rhythmically to pull an orgasm from you. You wrapped your arms around him, meeting his thrusts. You called out to him as you came undone. Walls fluttering around him, pulling him deeper inside you. Lee sheathed himself as deep as possible savoring the way your walls constricted his sensitive dick. He bucked his hips into you searching for his own high. Not far behind you. Warms ropes of him shot into you, his cock twitching as he coated your walls. Your name a moan on his lips. He lingered inside you for a moment, not ready to pull himself out. You could feel your juices leaking down his member most likely staining the front of his pants. Soft lips pressed into yours, his hand cupping your cheek. Hesitantly pulling himself out of you, eyebrows furrowing at the loss of warmth. His cum leaked down your thighs.

Helping you get your footing and flattening out your dress. Lee rested his forehead against yours, swaying back and forth with you in a small ballroom style dance. He hummed along to the song that you could hear through the walls. You ran your hands down his arms, interlocking fingers with him. Smiling at the softness of hand holding.

The door next to you slammed open. Both of you squinted at the bright fluorescent lights shining into the dark room.

“What the fuck are you two doing in here?!” Gamby gritted his teeth.

“Mind your business, Gamby,” Lee rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

“We’re here to make sure these kids aren’t fooling around and doing illegal shit. I shouldn’t have to worry that you too snuck off!” Gamby stomped his foot.

“Then don’t worry about it, Neal,” you mimicked Lee’s stance. Lee looked over at you with a shocked smile, slowly laughing at your snarky comeback.

“Get the fuck out here,” a jumble of frustration as he pointed to the hallway.

You laughed with Lee as you exited the storage closet, pulling Gamby’s tie as you walked out. Lee raised his eyebrows, tussling Neal’s hair as he walked past him.

Gamby growled under his breath as he straightened his tie back up and slicked his hair back, “You guys are the worst.”

You and Lee turned back to look at him, laughing together at his frustrated manner.

~~~

[End]

~ Thank you so much for the amazing request. I really love answering these! ~

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[hellfirecvnt]

The Foundation of Learning

Lee Russell x Fem!Reader pt. 2

Summary: This school is unlike anywhere you've ever worked. Who's lying and who's just an idiot? You know how dreaming about a person can make you feel some type of way? That.

Read part one here. // Part three here. // Part four here. // Part five here.

Your first day was last Friday, meaning after that accidental acid trip, you had a whole weekend to decide if this is the type of environment you want to work in. Sure it's exciting, but you weren't even a whole day in before you were taking hallucinogens against your will. That's a bit more than the drama you're used to in a school.

Sunday night, you can't help but wonder about the two men you'd only just met. More so, you wonder about Lee Russell. A loud man who dresses even louder. His hair is stupid and you can't help but laugh every time his plans fumble, but you can't help but catch yourself developing a bit of a crush on this peculiar man.

You fall asleep peacefully only to find yourself in a dream about that same strange guy. Lee. He touches your cheek so softly, you're so sure you can feel it. The rest of the dream becomes a hazy fog of a childish feeling of infatuation. It lingers in your mind well after you wake up.

Monday morning, you're quick to rise, almost excited for whatever nonsense will be thrown your way this week. Last night's dream is still heavy on your mind as you enter through the front doors of North Jackson High.

"Ms. Y/L/N," Lee greets you with a bright, wide smile. You feel the heat rise in your face. You rely on your makeup to conceal that.

"Good morning, Mr. Russell," you beam, waving as you approach.

"You can call me Lee, darlin'. I'm not a fuckin' psycho," He says, referring to Neal's insistence on being referred to as Mr. Gamby during work hours. You return the favor, stepping into a first-name basis with him. It's nice. Like your first friend in your new town.

"Can I get you a coffee or anything, Lee?" You offer.

"No thank you, doll. I gotta get to-"

"Y/L/N, wake your ass up. I need you to hold any calls for me and Mr. Russell for the next," he glances at his watch. "45 minutes."

"Good morning, Mr. Gamby! No problem-" but he cuts you off.

"45 minutes, Y/L/N!" He exclaims, dragging Lee with him as they congregate outside in the woods by the train tracks.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Gamby? God damn." Lee pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Don't worry about it. I'm treating her like shit so she'll do better."

"She's been here for a day," Mr. Russell groans as they cross the empty field to get to their meeting area.

"Well, look at you, being at everybody's defense and shit for the first time in your life." Neal sneers at his cohort.

"I wish you would just shut the fuck up. For once in your life." Lee sighs, taking a seat on a large boulder. The two men bicker for a moment before breaking into brainstorming. Anything they can do to knock Dr. Brown off her throne. Eventually, and mostly to the credit of Lee's deranged mind, they hatch a plan to frame Ms. Leblanc, the meanest bitch in the school, for stealing and selling textbooks to a third party.

"I'll go plant the evidence," Gamby, stone focused on his objective, beelines for the school ahead of Lee.

"God damn... Idiot," he mumbles to himself. With Gamby occupied, he decides to stop by your desk.

"Y/N," he snatches your attention away from your duties on a dime. You quite literally drop everything when you hear his voice. You silently scold yourself for letting that dream get you bent so far out of wack.

"What can I do for you, Lee?" You wait for instruction as Russell just stares at you for a moment like he's considering something.

"Come with me to my office." He takes off down the hall. You round the desk and follow him with haste. Once you're inside Lee's office, he closes and locks the door behind you. You look at him with wide, curious eyes, trying your best to stifle back the heat on your face.

"We're going to frame Ms. Leblanc and turn her against Dr. Brown." Lee's words fill you with immense disappointment. Of course that's what this was about. You're embarrassed by how excited you allowed yourself to become, even if he's none the wiser. You furrow your brows and cross your arms.

"And how are we going to accomplish that one?" You ask, disgruntled. Lee gazes at you with a big smile, excited to hear you include yourself in his plan.

"Take a look at this." He grins, sliding an altered invoice across the table. In this convincing looking writing it says Leblanc signed for 600 books and no more than 60 have been accounted for within the school. "That bitch is fucked."

"Oh, wow. Is Ms. Leblanc a super bitch or something?"

"She's the super bitch, Y/N. And she is going to destroy Belinda for us. All Gamby and I have to do is sit back and watch." Lee revels in what he believes to be a foolproof plot. As if summoned by the sound of his own name, Neal appears. He steps through the door without knocking and looks at you quizzically when he realizes that Lee has just blown up their spot to you.

"What's going on in here?" Neal asks, hesitant to trust this new employee.

"Relax, Gamby. I'm just catching Y/N up on the details," Lee grins, pleased with himself

"Isn't this above Y/N's pay grade?" The mustached man does very little to hide the annoyance in his voice.

"Well, I'm trying to work her into the inner circle." Lee makes a circular gesture with his hands.

"Yeah, Gamby," you chime in, happy to be included in something that isn't reorganizing the incredibly fucked up records someone shoved into a box of papers before they switched to computers years ago.

"You can't just bring strangers into our plans just because she's an attractive person or what the fuck ever!" Gamby attempts to whisper, but it's just quiet yelling.

"Y/N, can we trust you, sweetheart?" Lee asks with big, shining eyes, grinning at you as he awaits your reply. And that name, "sweetheart." My God, you nearly melt on the spot. What's come over you?

"Of course you can. I only have time to talk to you two. Who am I going to conspire with?" You toss a hand up in confusion.

"Alright, but if I see you talking to any of the teachers after this, you will be fired on the spot." Neal wags a finger in your face.

"Fucking Christ, Gamby. Lighten up. You ain't firing anybody. Get your ass to the library." Lee snaps his fingers and points at the door.

"Am I really not allowed to talk to the teachers now?" You ask, a little confused.

"Don't listen to him, darlin'," Lee sweet-talks you, taking the falsified invoice in his hands.

"No. No, you do listen to me. I am your boss. If I see you talking to anyone besides me and Mr. Russell I will banish you from this campus." The pretentious vice principal stands firm in his decision.

"Okay, sir. I won't talk to the teachers," you sigh.

"Or the janitors and counselors," he adds and you nod. "No Para-pros either."

"Gamby come the fuck on!" Lee whines, rushing this interaction along so he can put his plan into action. The two men exit and Neal makes an "I'm watching you" gesture through the large, glass wall before disappearing around a corner.

You return to your desk and take a few phone calls, certain that Gamby's insane rule can't possibly include parents. After a while, a lady comes to introduce herself to you.

"Hey! Finally got over here during a planning period," she laughs. "I'm Amanda." She extends a hand for you to shake.

"Hi-" you stop in your tracks as you make eye contact with Neal way, way down the hall. He slowly shakes his head back and forth. You roll your eyes and return your attention to the woman in front of you. You begin to spell out a word in the ASL alphabet, hoping Amanda has even as little understanding of sign language as you have. You sign "Email" and she squints at your hands.

"Oh, I don't... Are you deaf? I swear I just saw you answer a phone..." She tilts her head. You sigh with frustration and begin typing out an email on your computer. Confused and feeling awkward, Amanda slowly walks away from the entire situation. You're quick to write her an email about Gamby's strange training practices, careful not to uncover their scheme.

You shake your head, hoping she sees the message soon so you're not blacklisted from making any friends besides these two maniacs in this new town.

"Hello, North Jackson High School," you answer the phone with a darling customer service voice.

"Oh, you're fake as hell, Y/N. That ain't what you sound like at all," Lee laughs through the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Russell-"

"Lee."

"Hello, Lee. How's the plotting?" You mindlessly twirl the telephone cord around your finger as you listen to him talk.

"I need you and Gamby's help tonight. We'll need a school bus."

"A school bus?" You ask, unable to fathom what you'd need a bus for.

"For the books, sweetheart. Stay focused," he scolds.

"My bad."

"I'll see you tonight," he says, hanging up right after. You could hear Neal calling his name in the background, otherwise you'd take that fast goodbye as an insult.

You attain the keys to a bus sitting out in the bus lanes. It was left to be cleaned after a kid pierced his own ear and bled everywhere on a field trip.

"Try not to touch any of the seats near the front. It's... Not good." You warn as you toss the keys to Gamby. "I'm not fucking driving."

You and Lee ride in his car, driving ahead of Gamby to the location to store the "stolen" books. Mr. Russell guides Gamby as he backs the bus up and you help the two men unload the boxes of extremely heavy textbooks.

"Holy shit, we fucking did it, Gamby!" Lee grins, self satisfied and hungry for confrontation. "And you too, darlin'. Thank you." He's quick to add.

"Nicely done, Mr- Oh, uh, Lee." You smile, hoping your newfound nervousness isn't too obvious. And to him, it isn't, only because he's distracted by his own infatuation with you.

The next day, shit hits the fan. Lee calls the front desk again and you answer.

"Hello, North Jackson High," you speak warmly.

"We're about to head straight to Leblanc's class right now!" You can hear his devious smile in his voice. "Brown is so fucked if she really tries to go against that stone cold bitch."

"Hey, do you think I'm allowed to talk to teachers now? Aman-" just as you're about to finish your sentence, Gamby swipes the phone from you and slaps it onto the receiver.

"No. And especially not Ms. Snodgrass."

"Why not? She's so nice and I don't know anybody in town besides you and Lee and I doubt you two are gonna want to go to bars and get drunk off fruity bullshit on Fridays." Your monologue leaves Neal pondering. He doesn't get invited to payday drinks, this is new for him.

"No. You'll let something slip. Snodgrass is wholesome. Too wholesome to get wrapped up in the shit we do," Gamby explains.

"Well then why the hell was I wrapped?" You raise a brow, questioning what he's insinuating.

"I don't know! I never would've done something so stupid and reckless like that." The broad man shrugs. "Russell has a thing for you or something."

"A 'thing for me?'" you repeat.

"Yeah. He thinks that you're an attractive person. And I guess he's not wrong, but... You're no Amanda Snodgrass." Neal shrugs as if delivering bad news he can't hold back.

"You're so right," you nod. "So when can I talk to her? I want friends."

"When I'm Principal." Mr. Gamby disappears to join Mr. Russell and Dr. Brown in pursuit of the books and you're left alone with Gamby's words. A thing for you. How delightful to know your little crush isn't as one sided as you thought.

"Ms. Y/L/N, could you come with me? I need you to take notes," Dr. Brown's eyes are narrow. It's clear she's on a mission when she makes the quick stop by your desk on her way to Leblanc's class.

"Yes, ma'am." You scoop up the board and a pen and follow her on quick feet. Just as she rounds the corner, you see Lee. You knew he was with her, and he smiles when he sees you.

"Mr. Russell," you smile, greeting him in a professional manner in front of the woman that holds reign over both yours and Lee's job. You follow the principal and vice principal down the hall and slowly you come up to a classroom with an involved teacher. She seems well educated and passionate about her teaching. Ironically, today's subject is about protecting your reputation with your life...

As you linger in the hall taking quick notes of the passive aggressive exchange, you see Ms. Snodgrass walking by. After a quick glance around, you're certain there's no Gamby.

"Hey! Ms. Snodgrass. Sorry about yesterday. Mr. Gamby has me on like... A vow of silence? I think I'm being hazed."

"Oh! That makes so much sense. I thought you were just kinda weird," she laughs, clearly relieved of the awkwardness.

"I emailed you about it," you chuckle, also relieved.

"Oh, I must've missed it-" Amanda's sentence is cut short as Belinda and Lee take off down the hall after the climax of the conversation. You wave a quick goodbye to Snodgrass and bolt after them.

Belinda is ranting and raving down the hall, all the while Lee cheers her on. He antagonizes every single time she seems to be calming down. It's eerie to watch the way he plays with her mind. You hope you'd be able to tell if he ever tried this sort of brain sorcery on you.

"I can't believe that bitch," Dr. Brown shakes her head, clearly fired up as she stomps into her office. Gamby follows her and closes the door behind him, keeping her on track and gathering information for later. Lee, laughing carelessly, leans against your desk as you take a seat. All you can think about is Neal's confession of Lee's feelings. Even if it was just a "thing." Whatever that means.

"Lee," you nervously call for his attention. "Do you want to get a drink tonight?" You're unsure where the nerve came from, asking your boss out, but it's not like he adheres to the rules very much anyways.

At first, he seems surprised. Caught off guard, mostly. He blinks a few times, knitting his brows for just a second as he calculates how to respond. Of course he's not worried about the rules, even if he plans on becoming Principal, the only thing he can focus on right now is you. His mouth hangs slightly agape as he carefully and regretfully makes his next statement.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Y/L/N. Maybe another time. I've got some stuff to handle real early tomorrow. I'll be a little late getting in, actually." He fidgets with his ringless ring finger, unable to keep meeting your gaze.

"Of course, sir. It's hard making friends here. You guys are... Different." You smile at Lee as best you can and turn your attention to the computer screen where you slowly and pointlessly sift through each individual piece of spam. Lee lingers for a moment, chewing on his lip in thought. After a short while, he's off to find Gamby and Brown to ensure she's still wrongfully fired up.

Immediately in your solitude your mind runs amok with rejection sensitive anxieties. You're heinously embarrassed, and the redness on your face only darkens when you replay it all in your head over and over.

"Jesus fucking Christ, why did I fucking do that? Who do I think I am? Where the hell do I get off?" You mumble to yourself, trying so hard to regulate past this visceral reaction. You begin to wonder if you've over valued yourself to this little team just because of your interest in Lee.

"What's wrong? Why are you doing that?" Gamby gestures vaguely to your whole being with his hand.

"Fuck, Mr. Gamby. You scared the shit out of me." You gasp, a hand placed on your chest in fear.

"You should be more aware of your surroundings and you won't get caught off guard."

"Hey, tomorrow's teacher work day, right? Do I need to come in?" You ask, hoping for a no so you can drink away the humiliation.

"At any other pussy ass school, maybe. But I need all hands on deck. You're coming in." Neal points at you with integrity and you groan to yourself.

"Are you sure? I'm going to drink the same amount regardless tonight. I might not be very useful tomorrow." You shrug, hoping the trust you've built allows for this sort of candid behavior.

"Something wrong?" He asks.

"You said Lee had a 'thing' for me, so I asked him to get a drink with me and he turned me down," you laugh, slowly accepting the embarrassment.

"Huh, well. That's just Lee, I guess. He's never made a lot of sense to me. All those fuckin' outfits." Neal shakes his head. "Guess he's not into you anymore."

"Oh, word," you say, swallowing the bluntness of his words. "Window closed, got it." You give a small salute gesture and turn back to your computer. "I'll be here tomorrow, Mr. Gamby."

"Well, yeah. I just said you would. I just told you that. I am your boss and you'll be here tomorrow." He nods and emotes as if he's repeating obvious information like 'the sky is blue.'

"Dude." You pinch the bridge of your nose.

•••

Taglist: @its-in-the-woods // @blackwoodtree (you didn't ask to be tagged, but you did ask for a part 2 ❤️)

[redroomwidows]

'I got one🙋🏻‍♀️ can’t you do Lee Russell x Neal’s younger sister reader? They’re secretly seeing each other behind his back and Neal walked in Lee’s office about to have sex or always having sex…. Up to you ☺️'

notes: everyone loves a good frenemies sister fic. I didn't go fully NSFW with this, it's just a bit steamy, and I made the reader plus-size cos I do what I like lol. Reader is not mentioned to be adopted or biological so view her as you wish. Lee is already divorced from Christine even if it's set at the start of S2!! Christine is a legend and I stand with her.

warnings: making out, inferences to sex, strong language (I mean come on). NSFW! Semi-public sex (they're in an office in a school in the middle of the day lol) Reader smokes and is described as wearing skirts and makeup. Reader is shorter than Lee. Blood mentions. unedited because I'm sleepy. Lee is definitely out if character because he is HARD to write for.

Lee Russell x plus size!fem! reader

North Jackson High was somewhat of a shit hole. Not a huge one, but there was definitely a mild stain somewhere. Two Principles in two semesters - three if you included the singular day Neal Gamby had walked through the halls - and five English teachers teaching one class in a year. The school was cursed.

That’s what you’d told yourself when you were offered the job as a TA for the next semester of school. Your brother, Neal, had insisted you take it - happy to stop seeing your worried face every day when you visited him at his ex-wife's.

“Look, one Gamby leaves, another enters,”

“That’s bullshit. You’ll be back there in no time,”

He was not, and his newfound friend had practically begged you to join the staff after your interview - you tried to tell yourself it wasn’t because of your brother, or the lowcut top you’d chosen to wear. 

A few weeks into your new job, you found that Lee Russell was rather… eccentric. Loud, and unapologetic, he had a strange aura that had you pulled in, ending up with both of you going for smoke breaks in the forest near the back end of the school, and ending up with your cheeks flushed and skirt askew.

You didn’t expect it to take Lee so long to initiate office sex - he seemed like the type - but he was surprisingly sweet when it came to intimacy. As foul-mouthed as he was, it seemed he genuinely liked you.

It had become somewhat of a ritual, that every Friday during your final free period, you’d find yourself in Lee’s office, either helping him plan for his ‘get the teachers to like me scheme’, or bent over his desk, his cock buried in you.

“Long day?” you ask when you enter his office, shutting the door behind you and starting to pull down the blinds: Lee was sitting at his desk, head in his hands.

“Better now you’re here sweetheart,” he grinned, flashing you his teeth, you hum unbelievably and continue to pull down the rest of the blinds, before you can turn to him, Lee has stood up against you, his hands snaking over your curves and to rest over your stomach.

“Lee,” you warn gently, his lips starting to kiss along the right hand side of your neck “You gotta lock the door,”

“I’m just playin’,” he mutters, but there’s a teasing tilt to his voice, you smile, and let your head fall back onto his shoulder “I spoke with Neal today,” he starts

“Can we not talk about my brother whilst you’re trying to get into my pants?” 

“Yes ma’am,” he smirks and spins you around, playfully pushing you behind his desk, you let out a soft giggle and lean by the centre of it as he approaches, swaying his hips dramatically before grabbing your face in his hands and pressing a long kiss to your lips.

He pulls away to breathe for a moment and you notice his eyes staying on yours “Hi,”

“Hi,” you giggle “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to see that pretty smile of yours,” that makes you smile more, and he leans in for another kiss, helping you to sit on his desk before his hands rest on your spread thighs to steady himself, he squeezes gently and runs his hand up closer to your clothed core. The small moan you let out allows him to slip his tongue inside, and your arms wrap around his neck, Lee pulls away, smudging your lipstick over your chin, and he returns to your neck, lightly nipping at it.

“Lee,” you moan out “I can’t go out there with hicky’s all over me,”

“I’ll be gentle,”

“You’ve never been before,” Lee lets out a huff of laughter that sends tingles down your spine, he breaths into you ear and speaks lowly

“Never complained before doll,” 

“Oh, just fuck me,” you sigh, the foreplay already had you near soaked, and although it was only an hour ‘till the bell rang for the end of the day, you were desperate.

Lee hooks his pinky finger under your chin, tilting your head to look at him “Who’s the principle here darlin’?”

“You,” you breathe out and he grins, his other hand cupping at your sex before he drops your chin and goes to unbutton your trousers, he looks down.

“Jeans really? Miss Gamby, that violates our dress code,” he tuts

“You gonna write me up Mr. Russell?” he groans at that and leans his head back 

“Oh you know just how to get a man rock hard darlin’” he presses his lips to yours again, and reopens your thighs, this time actually unzipping your jeans and attempting to pull them down. Your own hands keep themselves busy, unbuckling his belt, and slipping a hand down his trousers to palm at his underwear - he really was rock hard.

“Just been waintin’ to ravish you here,” he mutters, biting at your neck again “Wanna show all those cunts who’s boss,” you use your right hand to make him look up again, leaning in for a harsher kiss, biting at his bottom lip, he groans, tasting his own blood slightly. You two become too lost in your own lust too hear the office door open.

“Jesus Christ!”

“Shit!” you pull back, and turn around quickly, seeing your older brother standing there, jaw on the floor, he slams the door shut.

“What the hell Russell?! You’re fucking my sister?!”

Lee backs away quickly as you wipe the lipstick from your chin, staring to rezip your jeans.

“Well we hadn't quite got to that bit yet, and sometimes she fucks me,”

“Lee!” you scold, he puts his hands up in surrender - causing his trousers to drop down, showing only his underwear “Oh lord,”

“You wear briefs?” Neal questions

“Stop looking at my dick!” Lee exclaims

“You’re practically shoving it in my face!”

“Boys!” you jumps off the desk “Let-”

“Oh, you’re not in the clear here either missy!”

“Missy?! I’m a grown woman!”

“Who’s fucking her boss!” Neal shouts

“Do you want the whole school to know?!”

“I do,” Lee raises his hand

“Not now,”

“And we’re not just fucking Neal, we’re in a loving committed relationship,” Lee places his right hand on your waist and pulls you closer, you look down.

“Your dick’s poking me,” you say bluntly and Neal covers his eyes - finally.

“Pull your pants up Russell, you,” he points “I’m taking you home,”

“I’m technically on the clock…”

“So you’ll fuck him but not go home?”

“Yep,” you nod confidently “Look Neal, I get this is hard - Lee’s your closest friend,”

“He is not -”

“I’m not that fucker’s best friend,”

“I didn’t say best friend did I?! You’re close, okay! And I’m your sister, maybe of you read a book you’d know this happens a lot,”

“What?”

“Ask Amanda, she writes Y/A novels…”

“Getting off track darlin’,” Lee nudges

“Right! Anyway, I like Lee, and I can do whatever the hell I want! So get the hell out so he can bend me over this desk ,”

“Ew!”.

“That’s my girl,”. 

[jdmara]

Lee Russell x fem!Reader headcanons

He leaves you for a man.

[highway-143]

is this real life? - lee heeseung

genre: fluffy fluff, smut, angst?

pairing: idol!heeseung x fem!reader

warnings: familial trauma, assumed suicide debation, kissing, pet names, teeth rotting fluff, unprotected sex, (dont be silly, wrap that willy) pussy eating, cuddling <3

synopsis: when you go to korea for the first time to attend a fansign, heeseung notices you, and you continue to run into eachother, resulting in an unexpected friendship

song: confessions - flo rida, paul russel, and jake & heeseung

(proofread!)

all scenarios are fake and are not meant to harm any idol in the story

------<3------

you step into the oddly spacious hotel room, spinning around. was this what korea was like? you were sure that what you had paid would only get a storage closet back in the states.

the room looked more like a small apartment, a bathroom and a kitchen in the corner, a bed pressed against the far wall with a television opposite it, and a desk by the window. there was also a small balcony, which you stepped onto to take in the view of a fall seoul.

"daebak!" you murmur under your breath, swiveling your head to see everything the horizon had to offer. you loved the feeling of finally being in the one place you ever wanted to travel to.

as a 18 year old girl who only spoke basic korean and had little money, this was a nerve wracking experience for you. you knew that you were perfectly safe, but the karate class you took when you were younger probably wasnt going to help if you seriously needed it.

you shiver, the chilly breeze sending you back inside, only to sprawl out onto the bed, pulling your phone out of the pocket of your jeans.

the screen showed 7 missed messages from the plane flight, all from your mother

mom:

<where are you>

<its been a whole day>

<we need you to watch your brother>

<come home now>

<if you dont come home in the next hour, there will be consequences>

<you're such a disgrace to our family>

<don't come home anymore>

you feel tears start to pour out of your eyes, falling onto the screen of your phone, held in your shaking hands.

there were no words to describe the anger and sadness coursing through your body right now. you had told them you planned to take a vacation to seoul last week, but apparently that information was too boring to remember.

the entire time you had lived with your family, it was fights, yelling, and more fights. every day was a battle between you and your mother, your father barely present in your life, what with his full time job and the bar he loved to visit with his work friends.

when you finally worked up the nerve to tell your mother about your love for k-pop, she scoffed. "so, you like gays now?" she asked, rolling her eyes. "you always were a dissapointment"

"but mom," you argued, almost crying. "theyre not gay, and they make me happy. their music is so good, and i love them"

"you love them? they dont even know you. there are better girls to love than you. why would they even look at you?"

from that day on, your mom has hated anything to do with asian people. when she saw anybody of asian ethnicity anywhere, she would nudge you and say, "look, i bet you think theyre attractive" whether it be a girl, a young boy, or an old man.

the way she treated you made you want to scream into your pillow, which had happened on multiple occasions by now. that's why when you told your family about going to seoul, you didnt mention the fansign. but now, you see they didn't care anyway.

you pull yourself out of the bed, feeling hungry. you decide to take a walk outside and see if there were any good places to eat around the hotel. the busy streets were swarmed with people, all about their business. you were proud to see that you could understand most of their conversations. maybe being here would be good preparation for the fansign in 3 days.

you find a small ramen shop on the corner of a busy intersection. stepping inside, you see who looks to be the owner of the store, an older korean woman, bending over the counter to organize ingredients

"hello!" you say in korean, using formal speech. "can i order some food?"

"of course, honey" she responds in the same language. "before you order, i am assuming you speak english?" she asks

"yeah i do!" now in english, you speak more comfortably. "do you?"

"of course darling!" she grins at you, her eyes squinting closed in happiness. "so what would you like?" she has a thick accent, but some expert english.

you order a simple bowl of spicy noodles and a fried egg, and when she brings it out, she sits at the table with you.

"my name is park yujin," she hands you a glass of water. "may i ask yours?"

"im y/n! may i ask where you learned to speak english? its very good!"

"oh! i spent my high school and college years in the united states, so i had to learn my fair share of the language" she jokes. "so what brings you to korea?"

"i actually came for a fansign! my favorite group is here and ive always wanted to visit seoul, so this was perfect. i actually just graduated high school so this is like a graduation trip to myself!"

"thats so cool! i still listen to some of the earlier groups, like H.O.T and S.E.S!"

you two sit there and talk. yujin was a very kind woman, she felt like a mother, kind and willing to listen, so you tell her about your family, how your parents didnt seem to care about you.

"im so sorry honey," she says, sadness in her soft eyes. "you know, have you ever thought about staying in seoul?"

"i did," you say, twiddling your napkin in your fingers. "but i dont know enough korean, i dont have a job, so i dont have money for an apartment."

"oh," yujin frowns. "you know, if you want to stay, ive been looking to hire someone here. it wouldnt pay much but this building has some good apartments."

you smile, this is sounding good. "you know, ill think about it!"

you pay and leave, going back to the apartment, a small skip in your step as you walked the busy street

------<3------

on the days leading up to the event, you spend every meal with yujin. she was so kind, acting more motherly than yours ever could.

she tells you about her kids, her friends, and her life in the states, sharing experiences she had that you found astounding. one of your favorite stories was the time she took a bus from new york to florida with her best friend when she was only 16.

when it was finally time to go to the fansign, you check your outfit in the mirror. you were wearing a pink babydoll tee and cargo jeans, white converse, and a pair of white sunglasses. it was perfect, just what you imagined yourself wearing for meeting heeseung for the first time.

he was your bias to end all biases, the man who had gotten you through the last 5 years more than your friends and family ever did. he made you smile and laugh when you didnt think you could. meeting him was going to be a dream come true.

the venue was packed, people swarming like bees around the football field sized event center. it was crazy to you how so many people could love these men as much as you.

but you loved them more. you were willing to bet your life on it.

when you had finished waiting in line and finally got to the chairs, you began meeting each member. you laughed, smiled, and shed a few tears at finally being able to talk to the boys that saved you. that made life worth living.

but when you got to heeseung?

oh it was all over.

he looked up at you, taking in your smile and shaky hands. he spoke in korean, saying hello

"hi! whats your name?" he asked while you sat down in the chair, placing your photocard of him on the table.

"im y/n," you say, your voice trembling.

he continued to talk in korean, and you struggled to understand what he was saying, but caught the general idea.

"are you nervous?" he asked with a smirk, his dimples showing, which made your heart melt like ice cream. when you blushed and covered your face with your hands, he laughed and said "hey, its okay! i cant be that intimidating, right?" he asked, bringing his fisted hands to his cheeks in an aegyo. he looked so adorable, you laughed with him

"im sorry, im just.... wow. i never thought i would get to meet you!" you say in korean, stumbling over your words in a failed attempt to act smooth.

he looks at you with that sexy smirk back on his face. "do you... want me to speak english?"

"oh my god, that would be wonderful, thank you so much!"

"so y/n, how long have you been a fan?" he grabs the photocard and begins to sign the front, just under his smiling face

"uhh a few years now! i didnt have the opportunity to watch i-land when it first aired, but i still support you guys a lot!"

"wow!" he says, looking up from his writing. "i love meeting engenes like you, it reminds me that we are still relevant, and that we have worked so hard to be recognized"

you place your hand over your heart, looking at heeseung with big eyes and a slight pout to your lip. "thats so inspiring!"

"youre messing with me!" he says, mistaking your sincerity for sarcasm

"no! i promise," you laugh while talking "i am being completely serious! youre so cool, youre my role model!

"well, im happy i got to meet you, y/n. i hope i get to see you again soon!" he grins up at you again while you stand, your heart racing as you left

------<3------

"- and his smile! oh my god yujin, he was more perfect than i ever thought!" you say, watching yujin organize the counter

"you sound like youve got a little crush on this boy"

"how can i not! everyone does!"

yujin laughs at your fangirling. "by the way, did you think about my offer?"

you smile wider, excited to tell yujin "i did, and i decided i want to stay. korea has more to offer for me than the states at this point."

"yes! i can talk to the landlord about setting you up with an apartment and you can start working tomorrow!" she says, excited. "i can help you with getting a visa too!"

------<3------

almost a full month later, you pause while sweeping the floor, the realization of how much your life has changed finally hitting you. you now have a fully furnished apartment and are a legal citizen of korea. youre taking online college classes and yujin has helped you learn almost fluent korean, to the point where you rarely speak english anymore.

you cut off your family, letting them know you decided to live somewhere else before blocking their numbers. it felt great, not having to listen to their shit anymore.

the bell on the door jingles as you head to the storage closet, returning the broom. "be out in a second!" you call, placing it against the wall before returning to the front.

"OH MY GOD!" you scream in english, your knees fight to hold the rest of you up, shaking as you stared at the boy in front of you, his smirk beautifully annoying

it was heeseung.

of course it was heeseung. right when you had your hair in a messy bun, your makeup a little messed up from sweat and steam, and stains all over your apron

"hey y/n. long time no see!" he says, laughing at your frantic attemts to fix your damn self. this version of you was no match to the one he first met.

"h-hey heeseung... how are you?" you ask, bowing while mentally kicking yourself at the bland question.

"hungry. but good" he chuckles, "im assuming you work here?"

"what gave it away?" you ask, guesturing to the apron and counter. "what would you like?"

"I'll take a basic ramen and whatever youd like."

"what do you mean?" you say, confused "like... what i usually get?"

"yeah, we should catch up over some ramen!" he grins at you. "unless, you have to keep up the appearance of cool store worker. i get you might not want to be seen with me" he teased and you blush, giving him a smirk of your own

"ill get that for you, you can pick a table" and with that you rush to the kitchen, silently screaming as you whispered the situation to yujin.

"you mean... the boy you love-"

"shhh!" you say

she continues in a low voice. "-is here. in my shop? and he ordered you a ramen to eat with him?"

"yes! yujin im begging you, can you watch the front. this is a once in a lifetime chance!"

"of course! who am i to deny love?" she bustles around the kichen, helping you prepare the food.

you pull off the apron and desperately try to fix yourself. your hair is fine, but you have to take a quick bathroom break to fix your makeup and clothes. once you look mostly presentable to be around heeseung, you grab the ramen bowls and walk back out.

heeseung is still sitting there, now on his phone. he looked up at you and immediately stood to take the bowls and place them on the table. the action made the butterflies in your stomach flutter even faster.

"so y/n, are you living in seoul now? or is this just temporary?"

"well yeah i decided to stay after the fansign. seoul called to me, and i didnt want to go."

heeseung looks at you with his smirk. "was it because i live here?"

you sputter, unable to find a proper response. "i- no-... no. i wanted to stay because the u.s. didnt have anything for me. seoul is better."

his smile turns down in brightness, a concerned look on his gorgeous face. "can i ask why you didnt want to go back?"

"my family."

"oh," he frowns, and surprises you by grabbing your hand and holding it. you let a small gasp slip through your lips as he strokes your thumb with his. "if its any help, i have always believed that family is only worth how much they are willing to help you. if they dont try to help you in life, they arent worth it, no matter if they birthed you or gave you a home. if they dont even try to do anything beyond providing a roof for you, they are no more than a landlord or shelter director."

your eyes tear up at his kind words. "thanks heeseung," you whisper, your voice on the verge of cracking. "i needed that."

a tear falls loose from the hold you had tried to keep it in, and heeseung reaches his other hand out to wipe it away. "you are worth so much more than they will ever know."

your tears pour out in what feels like floods. heeseung moves his chair next to yours and wraps an arm around you.

"im sorry," you say, wiping the tears from your eyes. "i shouldnt cry around you. you deserve better"

heeseung grabs your chin and cups your jaw in both of his hands. "do not ever think i am better than you. we are the same person on the inside. you are beautiful and smart and kind. do not ever doubt yourself. do not ever let your family think you are less than you are."

you blush in his hands, pulling away and wiping your tears away. "thank you so much, heeseung."

"always." he hands you your bowl and moves his seat back across from you. "on a happier note, this ramen is delicious!"

"i know right?!" you turn to the kitchen door. "yujin! come out here!" you call

she practically runs out of the room, pulling a chair up to your table.

"hello! my name is yujin, are you y/n's boyfriend?"

your face blanches as heeseung looks at you. "no- yujin this isnt my boyfriend," you shoot her a death glare. "this is lee heeseung-"

he interrupts you, standing to bow to yujin. "y/n's future boyfriend." he stands back up with that trademark smirk at your shocked expression.

"how sweet!" yujin exclaims "i hear you are a singer?" she asks

"yes, i am! i am a member of a band called enhypen!" he smiles at yujin

"i have heard of you, and y/n sometimes plays your songs when we are cleaning at the end of the day!"

you hide your face in your hands, embarrassed out of your mind, but heeseung only laughs at your embarrassment. "really?!"

you feel like disappearing. why was yujin doing this to you?

------<3------

heeseung came to the shop at least three times a week since that day. he always sat down and talked with you, making you smile and laugh no matter what you were feeling.

"he likes you! i can see it it in his eyes!" yujin says, waving her spoon at you.

"that is absolutely ridiculous. he would not like me of all people. he probably feels more like an older brother. there is no way."

"whatever," yujin rolls her eyes at you. "if you dont think he does, just ask him. he isnt the kind of boy to be embarrassed to tell you if you ask."

"hell no! he wouldnt ever come back!" you stare at yujin. "i cannot screw up whatever friendship we have now."

"okay. but when he tells you one day, dont expect me to be quiet." she dances around you, humming "i told you so"

------<3------

heeseung comes in two days later, holding a bag. he walks up to where yujin was standing at the counter.

"hello yujin," he says with a bow. "where is y/n? i have something for her" he motions at the bag.

"she's in the kitchen. i can bring he-" but before she could finish, heeseung walks directly into the steamy room. he sees you standing over a boiling pot, stirring the contents.

you notice him standing in the doorway. "hey hee! come and try this. im working on a new broth to try."

he walks over to where you were standing, and you bring the spoon to his lips. he tries the warm liquid, and lets out a hum of appreciation. "thats amazing!"

"thank you," you turn off the burner and turn to him, leaning against the counter. "whats up?"

"oh," he fumbles with the bag. "i uh... i brought you something i thought you might like." he hands over the bag, and you pull out an apron.

"a new apron? why did you do this?" you blush, staring at the very good quality cloth and leather ties with brass clasps and white stitching.

"well, i noticed every time i come over you immediately take off your apron, and i thought it might be because you dont want me to see you with a really stained one, so i bought you this so you dont worry about imressing me. you shouldnt have in the first place anyways. i still thought you were adorable." heeseung rubs the back of his neck with his hand, blushing

you laugh at how sweet he is. "thank you so much, hee." you wrap him in a hug, your arms around his chest, and he hugs back. you breathe in his scent, wanting to remember it when the moment was over.

he pulls away, holding your shoulders at arms length. "listen, i have something else to tell you."

"whats up?"

"i... i think im in love with you." he lets out a deep exhale, as if he had been holding his breath since he came in.

"hee i-"

"no, before you say anything, you dont have to like me back. i just want you to know that i am falling in love with you, and its dangerous, but at this point, i dont care. you have made me so much happier this past month than you could ever know. the guys could all tell i had something making me so joyful, and it was you. y/n, i have started to feel 정 for you."

his words hit you like a brick. one of the first words that yujin had taught you was 정. it was one of the words that didnt have a direct translation in english, but in korean meant something like "you fit into the shape of my heart." it meant something deeper than love. he was basically calling you the missing piece to his heart.

you stutter over your words. "hee- i.... i knew that i loved you before we even met, but knowing the real you has only made my heart long for you even more. i love you too."

he smiles wider than you have ever seen, and brings you closer to him. "you dont know how long i have waited to do this." he says before pressing his lips against yours.

it wasnt your first kiss, but it was easily the best. the steam in the kitchen didnt affect how heeseung pressed against you, pushing his face against yours like he would never get the chance again. he grabbed your hips and pulled you so close that you could feel the outline of his abs against your breasts. you dropped the apron and flung your arms around his neck, threading your hands through his unruly hair

he groaned against your lips, slightly biting at your bottom one. you giggle as he pulls on your swollen mouth. his smirk against your lips feels more wonderful than you ever could have imagined.

but then you feel it

with your bodies pressed so close, it was impossibe not to. his dick was rapidly hardening against your stomach, and when you pulled away, his face flushed.

"i- im sorry y/n. i didnt mean to-" you cut him off by placing another swift kiss to his lips.

"its okay hee... do you want to...?" you let him finish what you both knew you were talking about.

"fuck, yes." he grabs the bag and shoves the apron in it, putting it on the counter before asking "where do i go?"

"the elevator is there. go to floor 7, room 3. heres the key." you say, fishing the key out of your pocket and he hurriedly ran out.

you poke your head into the shop, catching yujin's attention. "hey yujin, heeseung and i are gonna head out for a few hours. is that okay?"

"yup! we're closing up soon anyways. go have fun!"

"thanks!"

you race to the elevator out back, pressing the buttons frantically as you thought of what you were doing here. never in a million years would you ever have imagined you would be having sex with heeseung.

you open the door to your apartment and lock it quickly. running to the room, you find heeseung laying back on your bed, hands behind his head as he laid fully clothed and looking at you.

"what took you so long?" he jokes

"oh please." you walk over to the bed and climb on top of him, capturing his lips in yours again, straddling his waist as you ran your hands over his chest.

"off" you pull on his thin tee, trying to get him to remove the damn thing.

"of course, princess" he says while sitting up to pull off the fabric. when he removed it, he flips you over so you are under him. "but lets take yours too, hmm?"

you whine against his fingers pulling your tank top. "oh, hee-" you whimper as he palms one of your breasts, squeezing at your skin and slowly pulling your shorts off.

once your whole body was exposed to the cool air, he takes a moment to look at all of you. you shiver under his gaze, needing his touch.

"hee... please"

he grins and works his way down to your legs, spreading them wide and placing his head in front of your aching cunt. "do you want-"

"fuck, yes."

that was all he needed before he licked a stripe along your quivering slit. his tounge felt like fire against your skin.

but once he put it in? god you were wrecked.

he flicked in and out of you, bringing a hand to rub your clit while he thrust his tounge into you. when your walls clenched around him, he only dived deeper, his nose taking place of his fingers in the stimulation of your clit.

"oh hee.... god-" you moan and buck your hips up into his face, feeling his smirk on your mound. "shit- im going to cum" you say in english, not bothering with translations at the moment.

your legs squeeze around his head, holding him tightly against your pussy, forcing him to lick and suck at you until you came

when the band in your chest snapped and you released, heeseung latched his lips to you, taking all of your load into his mouth, moaning against you as he swallowed every last drop.

"you taste fucking amazing," he says. "like a fucking angel."

"hee.... in me please... i cant wait." you claw at his arm, trying to get him to fuck you.

"princess you have to wait for me to get ready." he laughs throatily, his voice hoarse from eating you out.

you watch as he pulls his pants and boxers off, exposing his fully hard dick. he grabs it by the base and pumps it a few rimes before climbing over you. "youre clean, right?"

"im a virgin actually... is that okay?" you blush, his look at you making you feel exposed.

"oh fuck, thats more than okay. shit, youre okay with this? youre on birth control right?"

"yeah i am. now get in me, please hee." you groan, your body needing his touch as much as he needed you.

when he brings your legs to your stomach and spreads them wide open, you let a soft scream escape your throat. he hadnt even entered you yet and it was already too much

heeseung looked gorgeous, hovering above you. his hair was messed up, tangled and stuck to his head in a mixture of sweat and some of your escaped cum. his lips were puffy and swollen from the work they had done on you

his arms and chest flexed as he lined up with your cunt. he slowly pushed his tip into you, making you moan from the strech. he inched his way deeper, bit by thick bit until he bottomed out in you, his hips flush against your ass. he leaned forward and kissed you, sucking on your lips while he waited for you to adjust.

"you can go hee. im ready" you say, waiting for his motions.

he started pulling out, only to push right back in again. he thrusted in and out, slowly building to a fast pace. the sounds of his skin against yours, the wet sounds of your pussy clenching around his cock, your stifled screams, all brought you closer to your second orgasm. the band in your stomach returned once again as heeseung pounded in and out of you, over and over. he threw his head back, moaning your name. "god, youre so fucking tight princess. gonna milk my cock all right huh?" he struggled to get the words out as he chased his own release.

when you whimpered against his lips, telling him you were close, he grunted in agreement. "me too princess. where do you want it?"

"in me... please hee"

he moans at your consent, the words all he needed to tip over the edge. his dick twitched erratically as his cum painted your insides white, filling you to the brim before you came too.

you both felt the high of your orgasms together, your nails digging into heeseung's arms, his hands squeezing your thighs so hard they were sure to leave marks. when you stopped spasming and he pulled out of you, heeseung went to get a towel to clean you, wiping your sweat and cum away.

"princess, you took so much of my cum. you gonna keep it there all night baby. leave me in you all night, huh?"

he layed next to you and pulled you close, holding you tightly against his chest. he whispered into your ear like you were the only person on earth.

"i love you so much princess. this doesnt feel like real life anymore"

and you respond with a sleepy nod and quick peck to his chest as you fall asleep in his arms for the first out of many times to come.

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a.n- i hope you enjoyed this one! it took me almost 4 days ToT

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Dirty Secret

Pairing: Vice principal! Lee x fem! reader

Word counter-435

Summary: You were heading to English class, that's when you spotted Mr. Russell in the staff room spitting in someone's cup. Disgusted you decided to confront him. As you walked inside and closed the door, he had other ideas.

Warning: 18+ only⚠️ • Spit kink • Smut • Degrading • power dynamic • age gap (19,30s) • mdni •

You've been on this campus for the last 2 years now, everything was going well. You've met nice people including teachers, and they were very helpful when you needed that extra boost in lesson's. The funniest one was Lee Russell, the sarcasm and humour he let out in class made you giggle like a maniac. You started to have a soft spot for him, which was against rules but he was charming and funny.

It's Friday and you were heading to English class for your very last lesson before the exam, and you just needed to get everything right and revise for that upcoming exam for the following week on Wednesday. As you were walking past the staff room, someone in there caught your eye. Looking through the window, it was Mr Russell, holding a cup and looked like he was spitting in it. Disgusts washed over you, you just walked into the room closing the door behind you.

Putting the cup down, he walked closer to you. Trembling internally, you couldn't believe what was happening Russell had you against the wall "I know what you saw, sweetheart! but I unfortunately can't let you tell anyone, what you saw." Palms sweating profusely now, you only went in there to confront him for what he did. Trying to sneak away, he grabbed you harshly and slammed both hands on the wall beside your head.

Looking into his eyes, you couldn't help yourself. He was so beautiful made by a God of some kind. His eyes were so beautiful, as you looked down to his lips a smirk appeared on them "what's you thinking about pretty girl, huh?" Grabbing your chubby cheeks with those hands of his, that you always stared at every chance you took he said "so cute, now open that pretty mouth of yours" as you did what you were told, he spat into your mouth making your eyes dilate and body shiver.

"How disgusting of you, enjoying this like a cheap slut?" shaking his head and looking at you, those pretty eyes are the reason you had a crush on him, every time you slept all you could imagine are those beautiful hazel eyes looking at your greeny-blue ones. Sliding one leg between yours, he grabbed your wrists and holded them over your head pinned against the wall. Running his other hand over your sides, taking in the beauty that you're "You're incredible" a smile falls onto your lips. "My incredible, little slut" smashing his lips onto yours, he picked you up and tossed you onto the settee they have in the room.

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you're so golden 🫶

pairing : f1 grid x fem!russell!reader

summary : it's the golden globes and kailani russell, sister of f1 driver george russell, the actress who plays the secret daughter of freddie mercury, ophelia mercury, is not only nominated but maybe also wins the award she is nominated for?

warnings : none really

a/n : kailani russell, this original female character is the sister of george russell who is obviously, an f1 mercedes driver. in this version, there will be ophelia mercury who is freddie's secret daughter, hence why they asked a british actress to play her. but also because everyone has always said that kailani doesn't look like her family but like lucy boynton who plays mary austin in the movie. i will also maybe have her dating one of the drivers so it makes even more sense for some of the grid to be at the golden globes.

you're so golden, you're so golden, la la, la la

kailani smiled and cheered as she sat in her seat at the annual golden globe awards 2019 alongside her brother, f1 driver george russell and fellow bohemian rhapsody cast, crew and queen members roger taylor and sir brian may. kailani had been nominated for best actress - motion picture for her portrayal as freddie mercury's secret daughter, ophelia mercury. in the biopic "bohemian rhapsody" that follows the highs and lows of queen and their exuerbrant lead singer, freddie mercury. sat next to her brother, george, was lucy boynton who played mary austin in the movie, the siblings held hands whilst allen leech, another cast member of the movie (paul prenter), sat on the other side of kailani whilst rami malek (freddie mercury) sat in the row in front of them alongside gwilym lee (sir brian may) and joseph mazzello (john deacon). 

throughout the entire night, she was constantly being complimented on the outfit that she was wearing. in all honesty, she did somewhat enjoy the compliments but, it was only because of one thing. she felt ethereal in the dress and it truly distracted her from the anxieties that award shows normally gave her before recieving all of the crazy nominations ever since award season started. otherwise, if it didn't distract her, kailani would be a lot less accepting of the compliments and would try either straight ignoring them or swerving around them and throwing it back to the giver of the compliment. onto the dress, kailani was wearing a gold dress which was a sequined bandage bandeau, fitting her in tight like a corset. truthfully, kailani felt like a goddess and it only made sense that her stylists put her in a gold dress for the golden globes. 

💌

when it came to actually paying attention to the award show that was happening in front of her, kailani genuinely found it difficult because it was getting closer and closer to her category and it just made her zone out. because every time during this award season, she's wanted to protect her mind and her soul since this was the first time that she was ever being acknowledged because just like a couple others in her bohemian rhapsody cast, she had been doing this job since she was a kid. exactly like how her brother, george, had been in motorsport his whole life. however never once was she acknowledged or given her rightful praise for her wonderful talent until now after portraying the role of ophelia mercury, a women who was rumoured for many years to be freddie mercury's secret child. 

so, as she sat next to her brother, george and her other costar, allen leech who played the horrid paul prenter with her onscreen parents lucy and rami in the row in front of them, they all sat in wait. applause and awards were coming and going when gary oldman took the microphone to present kailani's category. instantly, she tensed up in fear, zoning out but keeping a soft smile look on her face as the overhead commentator announced the nominations as scenes of the movies played as well. george wrapping his arms around kailani whilst allen held her free hand and lucy and rami became contortionists as they twisted their arms behind them just so they could also comfort kailani as well. the other f1 racers that kailani had invited scattered elsewhere around the room.

"...the nominations are..." 

"...for bohemian rhapsody, kailani russell," everyone cheers as a small smile and chuckle leaves the zoned out kailani's mouth as she notices the camera really relising in her disassociation but doesn't acknowledge it as she applauds when she hears the scene in which her character, ophelia mercury accidentally finds out about her father freddie's aids diagnosis 

ophelia halts to a stop, this wasn't a conversation she wasn't supposed to run into, it was obvious, but, she couldn't help but feel curious. even then, it wasn't her fault, she was returning to the recording studio with some lunch for her dad freddie and her uncles, roger, john and brian when she heard the news. and before she could get herself out of the room or stop, she heard the very words that did it for her whilst she reached the middle of the room...

"...aids...i wanted you to hear it from me..."

ophelia only heard the "aids" part and everything else just became white noise as she dropped everything she had in her hands and slowly dropped to the floor. her legs going first as they folded underneath her and then her hands as they only just grazed the floor underneath her as tears streamed down her cheeks as her body hunched over itself. that was when freddie, john, roger and brian along with miami turned around, noticing that ophelia, seventeen-year-old ophelia mercury had accidentally walked into a conversation about her father's health that she shouldn't have. but did and now was traumatised over the fact that her father, who she had just found out about, was now getting a death sentence when he was still so young. 

"...dad, please don't say it's true! you...you never get sick...you...you..." ophelia tried to talk but she couldn't, her body rocked with sobs as immediately, roger, her favourite uncle, raced down to her and held her as she wailed as though she was a dying animal 

freddie sighed, kneeling in front of his daughter, he smiled softly, "...i'm sorry bunny but, it's true. but, i don't want you to be crying okay? i want to do what i was born to do with the time i have left. i'm freddie fucking mercury!" freddie smiled as ophelia chuckled wetly, her hand coming under her nose and wiping it as she lifted her head and nodded 

however, what came out of her mouth after was the most gut-wrenching, stomach-ripping thing as she sobbed softly, roger, john and brian huddling around her to comfort her. 

"but you're my dad..." 

everyong erupted into roars of applause as kailani's scene finished playing before gary stepped up to the microphone to announce the winner of the category's golden globe. but, one thing everyone seemed to be set on and shocked by was that scene that they had just watched. it was acted with pure brillance yet it was so nuanced at the same time and so understated that kailani played grief so well. and, it was that moment that everyone knew that the name that gary was about to read out was for sure kailani's, it had to be at this point. 

gary smiled brightly, nodding his head before speaking up into the microphone, "...and the golden globe goes to..." 

"...kailani russell, bohemian rhapsody..." gary oldman cheers, the older actor previously acting with the girl in a previous project when she was much younger, her brother and the rest of her bo-rhap cast doing the same thing whilst the room filled with loud applause as george and allen violently shook the girl out of her disassociation 

for a split moment, the poor girl seemed so confused as to why she was being pulled from side to side by her brother and co-star. but, once she saw gary motioning her to come to the stage since she, george and the bo-rhap cast were basically two rows from the front, she noticed the camera was on her and her cast mates hysterically celebrating up on the screen behind them and she realised. she had just won the golden globe for best actress - motion picture and she had to quickly think up of something to say as she scrambled to get up from her seat. 

after all the hugs from her brother, co-stars and an almost makeout session with lando norris? george was for sure going to question that later but not now, kailani finally made it to the stage. shaking her head at her former movie dad, she was pulled into a hug by gary as he congratulated her. grabbing the award from him and then another set of cheek and forehead kisses, she attempted to start her speech. 

"wooow. i mean, lord have mercy! i am honestly so grateful for this!" she struggled to find her footing let alone her proper breathing pattern as she giggled - proud that she didn't blurt out a swear word like she genuinely thought she would have in this situation 

she giggled before she stared at the award in her hand and continued, "this award is something special. when i was a kid, i was always winning things, have no idea why because i was doing so much that i couldn't just focus on one thing. but, i was always winning first in dance, gymnastics, netball, athletics, i was always getting gold, even in the odd karting competitions alongside george *giggles*. and every time i had to say something, kind of like i am right now, i'd be so overwhelmed and confused that i'd just start to hysterically laugh because i never knew what to say. and that...that's kind of how i feel right now that i'm truthfully surprised i didn't swear or that i'm not hysterically laughing right now..." kailani trailed off as she became emotional as she smiled softly, biting her lip 

"...i've been in this business since i was maybe around eight or nine. my first movie was with this man right next to me, mr gary oldman, and i remember feeling so excited when i was told that if our movie did well enough and if i did a good enough job, i'd be able to dress up and go do the award circut. however, by the time award season came around, we didn't even get one single nomination except for a golden globe nomination and it was for the movie as a whole but we didn't end up winning. and all of a sudden, there was no more award shows for us to attend since that was the only one we got nominated for. our cast not getting invited to any other award ceremony. but, i didn't want to be sad because i still got to go to my first ever award show and i still got to be sitting in a room with so many of my favourite actors and actresses and directors that i didn't want to be sad. because in some small way, our movie, our little indie movie was still good enough even if i specifically wasn't..." everyone watched as kailani told her story as tears welled in everyone's eyes as they listened intently at the girls heartbreaking story 

"...and now, all these years later, at twenty-five-years-old and finally, i'm in a movie that was more than good enough in a role that i was good enough in. and that role just happened to be the beautiful, wonderful, strong-willed ophelia mercury, the daughter of the masterful, exuberant, prowess freddie mercury *cheers*. working on bohemian rhapsody was a blessing that i never knew i was going to be blessed with. and it was something that at the time i didn't know i would need as bad as i did. this movie made me realise that i actually am good enough and that i am someone in this industry *applause*. now it's time i thank my brother, george who took time out of his busy formula one schedule along with some other races to even be here tonight as well as throughout the filming process, i love you guys! and now my beautiful and talented cast, thank you, because it's all down to them, rami, ben, gwilym, joseph, lucy, allen as the main ones but there were so many people that i don't have the time to individually thank them. i also want to extend my gratitude to dr brian may and roger taylor, thank you for trusting us with this beautiful and gorgeous story of freddie! you two were dreams to work with everyday on set and i can't thank you enough for the way you made everyone on our set feel welcomed, included but above all loved and safe. there has never been a set that i've felt as safe as i felt on the first day i walked onto the set of bohemian rhapsody and that feeling of safety has never left and it's been basically a year since filming ended *giggles*. so sorry i've said so much but, just, thank you so much to everyone that made this gorgeous movie possible and allowing me the opportunity to be acknowledged for it, thank you, i love you all, mwah! this is for you freddie and ophelia!" kailani finished as she hoisted her globe high as everyone (but mostly her bo-rhap family) screamed, applauded and cried for joy at their costar's success as gary and kailani walked off stage together so rami's category could be called out 

after rami's category was announced and won by himself which made kailani cry even more backstage, only to find out that the movie won in the very next and last award after that, the after-party roared in jubilation for all the nominees and winners. 

💐

the golden globes were over and now there was only a couple of award shows left of the season and circut, kailani decided to post some photos from the night as she cuddled up against lando in the hotel room since the next one was a few weeks away and there was no use on flying back to the united kingdom just yet. 

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kailanirussell golden globes 2019 baby! 

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thank you so much to every single person who helped me get to this point. i have dreamt of this day ever since my first movie with gary oldman. i know i mentioned it in my speech but, because of my very first golden globes, i thought the movies i was in and my acting in those movies was only good because of how many awards they were nominated for/won. which clearly blew my self esteem when for half of my child acting life, i was never nominated for anything in the solo categories and only nominated with the rest of my ensemble cast for the movies - not they ever won their nominated awards though. so, finally getting to have that moment where i got to get up and say "i am good enough" and "our movie is good enough" felt right and i'm beyond thankful that it was this beautiful movie, bohemian rhapsody, that got me that recognition little kailani used to obsessively pray for every time she did a new movie. working on bohemian rhapsody was an honour and it's something that i'll never be able to replicate ever again in any new movie i do and i'm glad because this movie will never be able to be replicated by anyone or another group of actors and actresses. rami, my darling, you were the perfect freddie, it didn't matter that you weren't the first choice because you were the choice that has got our beautiful little movie all these awards! ben, our beautiful benny, you were the perfect roger and joseph and gwil, you were the perfect disco deaky and astrophysicist brian. and lucy lu, my gorgeous luce, you were the perfect mary and i am so glad i got to do this movie alongside my (non-biological) twin sister even though i ended up playing the secret daughter of freddie. along with my beautiful allen who played the evilest man in the universe of queen, you were perfect and it truly was scary good at how well you encapsulated such a master manipulator because of how kind-natured and gentle you are. 

whilst i'm genuinly devastated that it's coming to the end of celebrating our special little thing, i wouldn't have wanted to celebrate it with anyone else. bohemian rhapsody has been an honour and a project that i'm never going to forget. and like freddie mercury once said, "you can be anything you want to be, just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be" 

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landonorris i am beyond proud of you my darling angel! seeing you up on that stage sent me to tears, you did amazing 🤍

joe_mazzello still crying! you did so well kiki! you were the perfect ophelia, no one could have done it better than you! i truly believe freddie and ophelia gave you this golden globe! 

mrgwilymlee the best ophelia mercury in the world! 

lucyboynton1 proudest (non-biological) twin sister in the world! 

georgerussell63 proudest brother in the world! you were fantastic munchkin

garyoldman so proud of you my love. you're not that little eight-year-old anymore 🤍

ramimalek what a fucking queen you are, kiki! congratulations my sweet 🤍

allenleech ok, yeah, i'm crying! i'm so proud of you, kiki!

brianmayforreal you deserved this more than ever, kiki! well done - bri xx

rogertaylorofficial the best ophelia mercury in the world! congratulations kiki bee xx

fin

rewriting this but with the f1 grid (kind of) involved was really cool! bohemian rhapsody is truly one of my fave biopics since i love queen so much. every single time i rewatch it, i find so many new details that i'd never noticed before! i also apologise though for how short it was!

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