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indigoh4ze · 3 years ago

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party || rafe cameron

warning- SMUT // vaginal fingering, eating out, vaginal penetration, mentions of intoxication

rafe cameron x fem!reader

a/n- so this is my first time writing for outer banks, im terrible at writing actual interactions so im sorry its so bad at first lmao. also disclaimer: rafe in this fic is nothing like he is canon, so his characterization is off. enjoy :)

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the lights were blazing, different colors zapping throughout the room as you made your way over to the couch. your head was slightly fuzzy from the intoxication, but you managed.

since the couch was empty, you took the chance to sprawl your whole body out on it, head on one arm and feet dangling off the other. you watched as everyone danced and made out and filled their bodies with even more toxins. soon, you found yourself just dazing up at the ceiling, lips opening and closing slightly as you lip-synced in a whispering tone to the loud music.

after what felt like hours, but could’ve only been a few minutes, you felt something nudge your thigh. without moving your neck, you let your eyes flash down to find the source of the movement.

hovering over you was rafe cameron. his dirty blonde hair framed his face messily, a single cross earring dangling from his left ear, a red solo cup in his hand as his free hand poked at your thigh.

“what?” you slurred, now moving up on your elbows and blinking back the haziness.

“i wanna sit,” he said, taking a sip from the cup. even in this state it wasn’t hard to notice how good the boy looked, tilting his head back and gulping down the liquid, eyes never leaving your own.

you groaned, pulling your knees to your chest and allowing rafe to throw himself onto the cushion. you were now facing his side, as his hands gripped your legs and pulled them back to their original position, except now they laid over his leg. giving him a curious look, you laid the side of your face on the back cushion and fidgeted with the bracelet around your wrist.

“shouldn’t you be like- getting shit faced or something.” rafe snickered at your words, sending you a glare before looking back down to his cup, which he was also mindlessly playing with.

“sorry, did i interrupt your little..nap?” he teased with a hint of amusement, referring to the previous state you were in, and you scoffed in return, mind clearing a bit more and making room for annoyance.

“whatever.” and then, you were pulling your legs off him and standing up, albeit wobbly as you almost fell to the side, caught by rafe’s firm grip around your arm.

“you good?”

“‘m fine,” you dismissed the boy, confused as to why he was even talking to you in the first place.

the truth was, you never liked him, he was rude and careless and selfish and way too much to put up with. but you couldn’t deny the attraction you felt towards the boy, and the tension that was always evident when the two of you were together.

but you always just pushed those thoughts aside, because even the thought of anything happening made your mind whirl with a plethora of emotions, not good ones by any means.

but then, you also couldn’t deny the recurring fantasies of things that could happen. could but wont, because he’s rafe cameron, and not even you’re desperate enough to be one of his bitches.

“hey?” a light tug of your arm pulled you back to the present, and you turned to see rafe at your side, cup forgotten as one of his hands molded around your waist and the other wrapped around your bicep to steady you.

“i’m really fine-.” you pulled away from him, and right as you did so, you felt someone back up on you, pushing you towards rafe and into his chest as a cold liquid spread from the lower half of your head and down your back.

you gasped in surprise, suddenly awake and alert as you sharply turned to see a boy standing there, cup tilted and empty as all its contents spilt on your back. he mumbled a quick apology, then took off laughing with his friends about something they said that probably wasn’t even funny.

“you sure about that?” rafe inquired, eyebrow raised in amusement as you stepped away from him, this time more cautiously. “c’mon, we’ll clean you up.”

although you wanted to say no and tell him to fuck off because you could handle it yourself, you were too exhausted from the long night to put up much protest other than a dramatic groan. then, you nodded, and rafe led you away from the crowd of people with a tug of your wrist.

—//—

now, you found yourself in a bedroom, rafes bedroom, waiting expectantly as you stood in front of the boy.

“what now?” you ask, palming your eyes and yawning, looking back at rafe with glossy eyes now, which were sending waves of tingles through the boys stomach.

“take a shower,” he implied, as if it was obvious. you scrunched your brows as he pointed to the bathroom on the other side of the room.

“i don’t have any spare clothes.”

“i’ll find you something to wear,” rafe shrugged, “go on,” he urged you to the bathroom, and you followed obediently, not having it in you to put up any sort of fight or ask questions.

“i’ll be right back,” rafe said from the room as you closed the bathroom door, only to hear the door to the bedroom close as well, meaning rafe left.

your mind was filled with the thought that he just ditched you, which was a possibility, but you ignored that thought and slipped your shirt over your head. once all the articles of clothing were thrown onto the cold tile floor, along with your shoes which sat messily in the corner, you lift a foot into the tub, stepping in.

immediately, you played with the oddly fancy knobs and managed to turn them on, warm water rushing through the shower head as your tilted your head back into it. the odd colored drink washed away from your hair, falling onto the floor of the tub and down the drain smoothly. you searched for soap, quickly cleaning up and scrubbing your hair twice for good measure. the smell of the soap reminded you of rafe, not surprising considering it was literally his own soap, you told yourself, annoyed by your current thoughts.

the feeling of the slightly cold water hitting your skin was enough to wake you up fully, but you were too lost in the blissful feeling of the water to pay much attention to your surroundings.

that was until you heard the door to the bathroom open, and you peaked your head through the curtain to find rafe, setting a towel on the counter, along with a shirt and a pair of shorts.

“who’s are those?” you questioned, making rafe jump as he realized you were watching him.

“sarah, i just took some from her,” he shrugged, and now you were even more confused.

first, he started talking to you randomly. then he’s helping you stand. then he’s taking you to his room..so you can shower. then he’s getting clothes for you to wear? how much did you have to drink? you started to ask yourself, questioning if this was all you just being wasted.

but it wasn’t, you felt pretty much fine. so there had to be something you were missing.

“just hurry up and change, i’ll be in the other room.” without another glance towards you, rafe left the bathroom, leaving you standing there, wet hair dripping forward from the way you had tilted your head to peek through. you went back to getting the soap out of your hair, rushing a bit more now.

meanwhile, rafe was in his room, just outside the bathroom, sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. what the fuck am i doing? was his only thought.

he was honestly just confused as you were. it started when he saw you laying on the couch, mouth agape as your eyes sketched shapes on the ceiling. you just being there was tempting enough, but after that he just had to make his way over to you.

the two of you hadn’t had many conversations in the past, at least no genuine ones. most were just bickering, to be honest. but, just as you thought, the tension was undeniable. the feelings weren’t one sided, that was for sure.

when he caught you from falling over, you had leaned into his warmth and something almost turned in his stomach, which was quite nauseating on his side. it was annoying how fucking worked up he got around you. his mind would spin with options of what to do with you. did he want to just kiss you, fuck you or annoy you to death? he had no idea, but it was overwhelming, to say the least.

so when he invited you to his room to clean up, he wasn’t really thinking about it, because everything was happening at once. he even searched his sisters room for goddamn clothes for you.

interrupting his inner monologue, a door opened and out came your figure, except you weren’t wearing the clothes he had given you. no, you were just in your towel, actually. your skin looked slightly damp still, but your hair had been fluffed out and dried a bit from the towel.

“what are you- where are the clothes i gave you?” rafe asked, standing hesitatingly.

“dunno, wasn’t my style i guess,” you shrugged, looking around his room casually, taking in the very rafe feel it gave.

rafe just scoffed, messing his hair up and stepping closer. “well, you can’t really go out in a towel now, can you?”

this reminded you that there was still a party going on, although it was muffled and a bit quieter as people began to call it a night.

“then i won’t go out.” you stepped closer, looking up at rafe with an expression of uncertainty, trying to identify the look behind his eyes, figure out what the fuck he was up to. but you saw nothing. if anything, there were just a bit of nervousness hidden there.

“and what exactly do you plan on doing, then? since your obviously so wise.” now his guarded demeanor was back up, though he had taken a step closer so your heavy breaths were hitting each other perfectly, hands close to grazing one another’s.

“i don’t know.” then, another reminder flashed in your mind, and you looked back at rafe, “wait, why are you even here? isn’t this like- your party?”

“well, technically topper wanted a party, i wanted to go to bed and sleep for a year.” you chucked at this, figuring he had already gotten fucked up today and didn’t feel like another party. then, taking a risk, you leaned in just a bit, and rafe didn’t pull back. actually, he pushed forward, bringing his large hands to wheel around your waist, setting fire through your veins.

it was as if both of you snapped at the same time, first eyeing each others lips, then pushing forward and taking said lips between your own. the kiss was hungry and long waited, immense relief flushing through you, which took you both by surprise.

not even a few minutes of this passed by before rafe was tugging at the towel, still clinging around your naked body, droplets of water probably wetting his floor.

before letting the fabric reveal your body, rafe looked at you, pulling away for a moment and looking over your features, silently asking permission. a quick nod was all it took for the material to be ripped off and throw to the side, rafe spinning you both around until the backs of your knees hit the bed and you fell back onto the mattress.

rafe looked over you with a smirk, eyes skimming over each and every detail of your body as if savoring it. a lick of his lips was all it took for your thighs to rub together, anticipation becoming too much as you waited for him.

this obviously pissed him off, because now his hands were tearing your legs apart, exposing your bare cunt inch by inch. “don’t even try to cover this up, got it?”

his voice was demanding, and luring, enough to make you nod, eyes softening in obedience, resulting in a snicker from rafe.

he leaned back in, delving down to leave kisses along your collar bone and suck on the flesh until bruises built against your skin, making you whimper and grab his dirty blond tressed with your fingers.

the sound of your whimpers made rafe go crazy, but he tamed the need inside him long enough to work his way down your stomach, placing teasing kisses down your inner thighs, but not once touching the spot you needed the most attention in.

“please, rafe,” you pleaded, not sure where it came from but gong with it once you saw the way he looked up at you, lust blown eyes and parted lips, waiting to be against your cunt.

“please what, hm? tell me what you want me to do, baby,” rafe cooed, fingers clenching around the inside of your thighs so he could push them apart and kiss your inner thighs, resulting in your back arching and hips begging upwards.

“n-need your mouth.” your face blushed with embarrassment of having to speak the words, but rafe just tsked, one hand moving upwards as he used his thumb to draw circles around your cunt, only passing your folds, earning a cry from you.

“i need more than that, doll.”

“fuck! please, j-just need your mouth on me, rafe, need to feel your mouth on my pussy, please!”

it seems that was acceptable for rafe, his thumb pausing just above your clit, then dragging down, finally grazing over the sensitive bud and stimulating it perfectly. your hips jerked at the sensation, but you grew accustomed to the feeling once he began working in small circles.

soon, his mouth was on your cunt, tracing paths over your folds and rubbing at the nub with a flat tongue, constantly sending shivers through you as you moaned with pleasure. his hands stayed at your side, ring clad finger’s cold against your flesh as his tongue dug inside you and began fucking your hole with no remorse.

the shapes and letters his warm tongue carved into you were almost too much, and when you reached down to rake your fingers through his hair, you fought the urge to push his head down and allow him to bury himself completely between your thighs.

“f-fuck! rafe, oh god, feels so good,” you sobbed, voice becoming louder as he hummed into you, a smirk on his lips, no doubt, from seeing you fall apart for him.

rafe pulled away within a second, licking his lip and keeping his eyes on your cunt, calculating his next move. you watched as he did so, suddenly feeling exposed as he raked his eyes over the slick coating your folds and your clit throbbing painfully through them. you squirmed at the emptiness, about to squeeze your thighs together, but you were too late as rafe brought a hand up, middle and forefinger pushing through your folds and embedding themselves within your walls.

a loud gasp escaped your lips as he did so, and you bit down painfully on the cushion of them as his fingers pumped in and out of you with nonstop speed. rafe looked up at you, his own lips parted beautifully as he watched moans flow easily out of your mouth.

“you like that, baby?” came his husky voice, only intensifying your already great pleasure that ran through your body. you nodded at his inquiry, not able to form coherent thoughts under his gaze. and that was when his fingers made a hook and pressed against your most sensitive part, making you squirm.

his smirk became bigger, and his fingers fucked you harder, a desperate attempt to ruin you right there. then he was leaning down, still pumping his fingers, and began to lick your clit with fervor, flicking the bud and sucking without resistance until your thighs were clenching around his head and you were a complete moaning mess.

“oh fuck- i’m g-gonna come rafe, pleaseplease,” you begged pathetically, having no time to be embarrassed as he hummed, nodding his head while still sucking on your clit, and permitted you to let go.

the orgasm took over in a huge wave, which came surprisingly fast, and the only thing on your mind was the bubbling in your stomach that was finally freed. moans and gasps fell from your lips as you wet his tongue and fingers, and rafe didn’t let a drop go to waste as he lapped up your slick, helping to prolong your orgasm.

hands reaching for his hair in dazed motions, eyes closed and lips parted, you mumbled, “t-too much, rafe,” which was the boys que to give you a final kiss on your clit, then remove his head and fingers from your cunt.

now, rafe stared up at you, swiping a ring clad thumb over his bottom lip, which was glistening with your arousal. his thumb then moved to enter your mouth, and you dutifully took in the digit, sucking with starry eyes, and whimpering when he removed it from your grasp.

rafe rose to his full height, still in his shirt and pants, which were no doubt keeping his hard dick from standing tall. suddenly, you felt that flush arise to your cheeks from your being nude, and you bit your lip and reached a hand out to grapple at his shirt. he took this as a sign to pull the material over his head, then going in for his buckle as well. the sound of the metal clinking as he loosened it from its straps was enough to send you into a spiral of anticipation, eyeing his clothed prick impatiently.

rafe had that smirk plastered to his face still, throwing his belt aside and then his pants, making sure not to go too fast as he tormented you.

you let out a whine as he hooked his fingers around his boxers, not pulling them down fully but revealing his v line. “rafe,” you pouted, and he decided to be nice and let them fall down, now unclothed as he kicked off his shoes and settled ontop of you, marking your chest and neck immediately.

sighing with content, you held him close and let his lips suck on your flesh, until the arousal was too much and he began to grind against you, slowly. your cunt was already becoming slick again as he rubbed against your thigh.

rafe lift himself up to his knees, pumping his cock, the point of his tongue poking out from the side of his mouth in concentration. the image of your breasts on display for him, and your lips parted and chest thumping was enough to make the boy cum on the spot.

he raised a brow at you, making sure you were still okay, and once getting a quick nod, he pressed the head of his cock against your folds. in the next second, he was thrusting into you, earning a loud gasp from you, which he covered with a hand on your mouth.

“shh, ‘m gonna fuck you good, okay? just lay there and look pretty,” he teased, but you nodded, wanting nothing more than to do as he said.

the thrusts started out mild, but soon quickened tempo, hips stuttering against yours as he wrapped a hand around your leg and pulled it over his shoulder. this allowed a better angle, and you moaned with him as he repeatedly pounded into your already sensitive cunt.

you slid a hand down your bouncing breasts and stomach, then to your throbbing clit, soothing it with your gentle fingers before rafe slapped them away, as if saying “mine.”

his own hand went around your propped up leg to thumb at your clit, whilst the other made a path over your hips and breasts, fondling with the mound of flesh and pinching your nipple.

the overstimulation was rushing through you violently, his thrusts becoming sloppy, orgasm at the brink. you watched his head fly back, eyes rolling and mouth a gape, hypnotized by how pretty he looked even when he was fucking you.

“rafe,” you repeatedly mumbled, forming no other words in your clouded mind.

“hm? does it feel good? d’you like the way i fuck you, pretty girl?”

“y-yeah, so good,” you hummed, your own head rolling back onto the pillow, hips thrusting up to meet his and satisfy the hunger that once again boiled in your core.

“i’m gonna cum on your tits, are you gonna be good for me?” he said just as your orgasm was about to wash you away, and you nodded fast, once again wanting to be the best you could for him.

then, you came, waves of pleasure splashing through you before he pulled out, still thumbing your sensitive bundle of nerves, using his free hand to fist his cock which hovered over your breasts.

you held your tits in two shaky hands, squeezing them together and massaging them while rafe came, painting your breasts and stomach until he had milked out every last drop he could. he mumbled yes’s and fuck’s, along with your name until his high died down.

breathing harshly, you set ur sight to the ceiling, deep intakes of air causing the ends of rafe’s lips to turn upwards slightly. he leaned down to place one last kiss on your flushed cheek before letting himself fall onto the mattress beside you.

“let’s clean you up,” rafe said, turning to look at you, “the party’s not over yet.”

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deja-vux · 3 years ago

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Bonnie and Clyde

(Clyde!Changkhyun x Bonnie!Reader) Inspo: Bonnie & Clyde by Yuqi Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Violence, Blood, Gore, Smut, Alchohol, Substance Abuse, Angst, Mentions of Death, MINORS DNI🔞 A/N: This is my first piece after an almost 3 month hiatus so some feedback would be greatly appreciated. Not gonna lie the song that this piece is aimed after is one of the biggest reasons I came back. It had given me the inspiration I needed to fuel my creative juices and get them to start flowing again. Other than that I hope you guys enjoy the first installment of Edge of Midnight. Word Count: 3.8k+

The gates of the cold jail cell rattled as they were pulled open, the deputy standing in the opening as he tossed a bag at Changkyun. Dazed and groggy from being rudely awakened he sat up looking at the bag in confusion. “Get up Im, your bail’s been posted,” the deputy barked, “Hurry up and get changed,” he said before walking off dropping a note along the way. Changkyun opened the bag to find the things that were on him the day he was caught a whole month ago while on the run from a solo job. Once sentenced he began to plan his escape. Unfortunately for him, a jail cell was not an unfamiliar setting for him to sleep in he had been in and out of one for as long as he could remember, hence the reason he wasn’t granted bail this time around but he bit his tongue and followed instructions. As he threw on his jacket he picked up the note unfolding the paper and smirked as he read the contents, “Happy anniversary my love~XOXO”. The signature and lipstick stain was all he needed to see to know who it was from. As he made his way down the halls of the estate prisoners yelled and caused a commotion wanting to be in his position, who wouldn’t. Everyone had known about the modern Bonnie and Clyde duo. Ripped straight out of the storybook, it was a fairytale love sealed by a kiss of death.

As he met the deputy at the security checkpoint he was given the rest of his items in a bag before the gates were opened. He walked out into the blazing hot sun to find a car parked in the lot with a familiar figure leaning against it smoking a cigarette. He held back a smile as he made his way towards him as she stomped out the burning stick of death. She turned to face him dressed in business formal attire and her hair in a ponytail. Even in a blazer and pencil skirt, she looked like heaven to him. She tilted her head slightly to the side before returning his smirk, her arms crossed. “I hope you know it took a lot to get you out on bail Mr. Im,” she said, playing the part. Not caring for the formalities of it all he pulled her in by the waist while his other hand lifted her chin to look up at him. “And I will forever be grateful for that Ms. L/N,” he replied before placing a hungry kiss on her lips despite their current setting. As much as she wanted to melt into his kiss and embrace she knew she had to keep up the facade. She pulled away playfully smacking his arm. “Mr. Im, we must remain professional. At least for now,” she teased.

“Think of it as a token of my gratitude,” he teased before opening the car door for her, smacking her ass as she stepped inside.

As they pulled out of the parking lot he smiled, grateful to be out of the hell hole he was currently residing in. It wasn’t always like this before he was a lone wolf making small-time crimes. With her, he could conquer the world if he wanted to, at least that’s how he felt. She wasn’t always like this though, she had become an angel tempted by darkness and fell victim to the addiction that came with it.

~2 years ago~

Y/N walked into her apartment dropping her things onto the dining room table before slumping onto the couch exhausted from her 16-hour shift at the ER. As she looked for the remote to the TV she noticed some things had been misplaced. Now on high alert, she quietly got up from her seat following the trail of drops of blood that led to her room. She grabbed a knife from the kitchen tiptoeing into her room only to drop it as she was pulled in by the mystery figure. Her scream was only muffled by the dirty hand over her mouth, her body trapped in a cage of his limbs. He silently hushed her until her panic came to a halt. She whimpered softly, turning to look up at him, her eyes wide with fear as she felt a wet patch grow on her back. She tried to speak as her words were only muffled, not getting anywhere she let go of his wrist as he slumped against the wall with a groan. Her hand trailed down to the spot she had felt the cold patch. When she reached it the hiss in response was all she needed to hear to know it was an open wound. The crimson liquid covering her fingers only further confirmed her suspicions. Weak he let go of her only to fall onto the floor. Despite the current circumstance and his appearance her conscience told her she had to help him. She scrambled around her house looking for the tools to patch him up with and after sealing and cleaning his wound let him rest on the couch. The next morning he was gone without a trace, even the blood on the floor had vanished. No note, nothing missing, no mess in sight she walked into the kitchen wondering if she had done the right thing.

The club music blared through the speakers as drunk sweaty bodies gathered on the dance floor. Neon lights illuminating the area they sat in a place filled with criminals and low lives just like them. Changkyun sat a drink in his hand as he laid his head back letting a puff of smoke escape from his lips. As he straightened his head to take another hit he was approached by his friend leading a male in a black button up to him. The stranger sat across from him leaning back into his seat, that was mistake number one. Changkyun sat up and ignored the man, instead, he turned his head towards Y/N who was currently swaying her hips to the music with a drink in her hand. He smirked as she turned to face him to give him a show. He was interrupted by the scoff coming from the stranger’s mouth. He rolled his eyes before turning to give the man a blank stare. The stranger returned the stare and before clearing his throat before speaking, “I’ve heard a lot about you but I can’t say you live up to the expectation. I heard your toy had to bail you out,” he stated as Changkyun scoffed, “Yet she’s the reason you got caught, how do you get anything done with her.\?”

He clenched his jaw before leaning his elbows on his knees, “She’s not a toy, she’s my partner, we're equals.”

“It’s ok to admit that you need a little side piece when you’re lonely,” he chuckled, “I don’t blame you, she's quite the sight for sore eyes.”

“Is that so?” he asked, raising an eyebrow before whistling and motioning her to come over.

She threw her legs over the back of the couch before landing on his lap as she greeted him. She threw his arms around his neck as his hands landed on her hips. “Hey there princess,” he smirked, rubbing circles in her hips as he spoke.

“Hey babe,” she smiled before leaning down to press a kiss against his lips.

“What do you think of this gentleman, doll?” he asked, turning her to face the man.

It didn’t take much to read his personality by his stance, the way he dressed, to the stare he was sending her way. “He looks desperate down on his luck looking to knock someone down to take their place. Not worth our time,” she shrugged as the stranger became enraged. He got up going to strike Y/N only to be stopped by her catching his hand slamming it onto the table pinning it with a knife to the table as she giggled. The pair got up to avoid any further commotion, his screams of pain turned into whimpers. As they made their way out he stopped at the man pulling the knife out slowly before dropping it in front of him. “Be lucky she didn’t put a bullet through your head,” he said as got up and walked away.

~1 year ago~

She had fallen asleep on the couch curled up as the tv illuminated the living room of her small loft when she heard the sliding of her window. Caught up in slumber she didn’t hear the body slump to the floor on that rainy night. It was only when she felt cold drops of water hit her cheek that she was startled awake. She sat up in a flash almost bumping heads with him. He silenced her gasp with a finger to her lips and a silent shushing her just like he had when they first met. Since then he had only shown up whenever he needed her to patch him up and every time she obliged. With every visit, he stayed longer and spoke more but would always leave before the morning light. As her breath returned to normal she headed for her supplies not wanting him to wait any longer. As usual, he sat on a chair next to the kitchen island as she walked out with her first aid kit, putting on a pair of gloves as he threw off his jacket. He groaned as he revealed a large bloodstain on his right shoulder. She helped him take off his shirt to further examine the wound as she asked what the cause of his wound was. He hissed as he began to recount the tales of his latest heist and how he was almost caught and now on the run. She knew she should have called the police but something about his presence made her feel safe, made her feel whole. As she attempted to pull the bullet out in one piece he hissed in pain as his arm spasmed causing her to smack his torso in frustration. “Will you stop moving?! I lost the second piece,” she complained before continuing again.

As she finished stitching up the wound she began to bandage him making sure there was enough pressure to stop the bleeding. She took a deep breath before realizing her current predicament as she stood in between the legs of a shirtless man, a criminal no less. What was she thinking constantly letting him into her house like any casual guest? Just as she turned to pull away and clean up the mess he pulled her back causing her face to be a mere centimeters away from his. She kept her head down avoiding any eye contact only for him to lift her chin with his forefinger and thumb. “Do me a favor, stop trying to avoid me,” he said at almost a whisper before sealing the space between them with a kiss. Despite the voice in her head telling her to pull away but her heart couldn’t manage to do it. She melted in his touch letting her hand tangle in his hair while the other rested on his chest. They pulled away for air foreheads leaning against one another. Before another word could be said she closed the gap between them again pulling him in from his neck. Entranced, the two stumbled their way into her room leaving a trail of whatever remaining clothes they had left.

As they slipped into their motel room he pinned her against the door as he closed it. Without any further instruction, she immediately knew what to do jumping into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist before kissing him again. He let his hands begin to wander under her dress as hers began to unbutton his shirt. Messy but passionate was their style as they bumped into furniture occasionally knocking things over on the way to the bed. As soon as they reached their stop he slipped the dress over her head as she slipped off her shoes leaving her in nothing leaving him speechless. “You weren’t kidding when you said you had a surprise for me princess. Fuck and to think you’re all mine,” he said as he began to leave a trail of kisses from her neck down her torso till he reached between her legs. As he kissed her inner thighs he could feel her shiver under his touch. Without any hesitation, he licked a stripe between her folds causing her to sigh in pleasure as she threw her head back from the sudden contact. Seeing that reaction was enough to get him riled up. He quickly threw her legs over his shoulders before devouring her essence as if she were his last meal. To him, her juices were sweeter than any berry and more addicting than any drug. He continued his pattern around her sensitive nub as her hand tangled into his hair pulling her closer. Eventually, he slipped two fingers into her needy hole without warning causing her legs to tighten around his head only for him to hold her legs open in response. He loved the way she squirmed especially when the tip of his nose would brush against her sensitive nub. As her walls tightened around his fingers his mind ran wild with hot flashbacks of the many times they made love to each other only making him needier by the second.

Before the knot in the pit of her stomach could be undone he pulled away, slipping them into her mouth to taste her. As she gave a needy whine he only slipped his fingers through her soaking folds as she moaned from the sensitivity only holding the fingers up to her without another word. She sat letting him slip the fingers into her mouth as she began to unbuckle his pants as she tasted herself on him. As she cleaned his fingers from the residue she pulled his pants and boxers with one motion freeing his member and beginning to stroke it. Once down she pulled off his fingers with a pop letting the trail of spit fall onto his hardening member causing him to let out a small groan as he threw his head back. She leaned forward on her knees moving her hair to the side ready to please him until he grabbed her by the throat lifting her head so that her eyes met his. “Not today princess, I just want to feel you around me already,” he said as she looked up at him with blown-out lust-filled doe eyes. He pressed his lips against hers in a needy kiss as he sat him down straddling him. Before he could protest on their position she aligned his member with her entrance causing the two to moan in unison as she lowered herself onto him. As the pain of the stretch turned into pleasure she slowly began to move her hips, slowly picking up the pace, occasionally teasing him by slowing the pace. Getting restless he began to move his hips making his meet with her whenever she decided to test his patience. Eventually needing more he pulled her off before turning her onto her stomach slipping into her again without warning as he pulled her ass up. She moaned, gripping the sheets as he did, only fueling his ego and drive even more.

He smacked her ass drawing another moan from her before beginning to move his hip at a quicker pace. As he did her back arched as she let out almost pornographic moans he had never pulled from her before. Maybe it was the effects of being crossfaded or maybe it was him either way the clenching of her walls around him was enough for him to clear all the thoughts in his mind. “Fuck doll keep doing that and I don’t think I’ll last much longer,” he admitted. Almost as if mocking him her walls tightened around him again before he lifted her torso with one hand around her neck as the other in a fist pressing against her lower stomach causing a deep moan to escape her lips as she felt the knot begin to tighten again. A thin sheen layer of sweat could be seen on them glistening in the moonlight that slipped through the crack of the curtains. She held onto his arm as she turned her face and pulled him into a sloppy kiss as one hand slipped into his tangled hair tugging on it. His tongue wasted no time slipping into her mouth as they swallowed each other’s moans. He moved from her lips to her neck as she leaned her head against no longer being able to form coherent sentences. Her walls began to tighten more causing his movements to become sloppier than usual. Just as he was about to pull out she stopped him only managing to get out a simple, “Please.” That’s all he needed to hear to know exactly what she meant. He gave his last bit of movement before he released his load into her before pulling out slowly. After laying her down gently he used his fingers to collect what had spilled only to push it back into her as she whimpered in response to the overstimulation. He leaned over her pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead then her lips as he rubbed her side, “Good girl,” he smiled softly.

~ 1 year ago~

She woke up with her head snuggled against his chest and rays of sunshine flowed through the crack in the curtains. He hadn’t left not this time. His arms were tightly wrapped around her as their legs were tangled under the sheets. As she admired him in silence she reached up to move a stray hair from his face causing him to stir softly. As he woke up he only pulled her closer causing her to gasp softly as leaned his head into the crook of her neck taking a deep breath before speaking. “I shouldn’t have come back a second time,” he admitted quietly.

“Then why did you do it not only then but time and time again?” she asked curiously.

“Because I had to see you again. You saved my life not caring how I got there or why I was there. I needed to know if my angel was real or just a figment of my delirium and imagination,” he confessed, “but I can’t stay.”

“How long will you be gone?” she asked knowing there were times he’d disappear for weeks on end.

“I don’t know,” he finished.

Although touching their moment was soon interrupted by a violent knock on the door with shouting on the other side. “NYPD open up, we have permission to search the building,” the stranger said, causing them both to jump up from the bed. The two scrambled to get dressed as she looked for a place for him to hide knowing it was most likely him they were after. As they gave a 5-minute warning she made her way to the living room to respond, “Just a second let me get dressed.” Luckily it was enough time for him to take shelter in the fire escape after seeing the coast was clear two floors down. She opened the door to let the officers in just as he closed the window to her room unseen. After scoping out the apartment to find it empty they bid her farewell before exiting and moving onto the next apartment. After locking the door she scurried to her room to open the window looking for him. Before she could call his name he popped out of the blue causing her to let out a yelp. As he slipped back in he pulled his bag from under her bed before wrapping his arm around her. “Come with me, we’ll leave once they’re gone,” he stated boldly causing her to stare at him in shock, “I’m serious let’s just run and never look back, you and me against the world,” he confessed.

“But what if you get caught,” she worried.

“Then I'll have you by my side. We’ll bail the other out if we’re ever separated,” he suggested, “Don’t you trust me?”

“I know I shouldn’t but yes,” she admitted before leaning into his kiss.

Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she walked towards the teller line to wait her turn. As she waited she checked the time on the clock on the wall. Ten minutes that's all they needed to get the job done it was a simple heist. As she approached the teller gunfire could be heard. Playing the part she dropped to the floor as the others did as he came in with 6 others to rob the place as Jooheon and Minhyuk worked on the safe while the others worked on hostage duty. Unfortunately for the group, a teller had felt a little ballsy pressing the panic button causing the alarm to go off. Y/N internally cursed at herself as she wondered how they were getting out of this predicament. Sirens were heard in the distance sooner than they thought, causing the men to grab only what they could before making their way out, Changkyun grabbing Y/N by the arm on his way out the barrel of his gun pressed against her temple. “Move and I shoot her,” he said before letting the door close behind him. Once the duo was in the car he took off leaving nothing but dust. As the police lights got closer he pressed down on the gas, sending them racing down the highway leaving them behind. As they celebrated, Y/N began to count their earnings. Unbeknownst to them, they had been caught long before the alarm rang.

There had been a double-crosser in their group giving away the information to their whole operation from their list of potential hits and where they were headed next, to which roads they'd take. Just as they had thought they would find shelter for the night they were surprised by a row of tire shredders across the road. Changkyun slammed on the brakes and yet to no avail they still fell victim bringing them to a halt and a rain of bullets from the cops in hiding. As the smoke settled the sheriff approached the vehicle to find their corpses holding hands as their tale of the modern Bonnie and Clyde began to spread across the country. Even in death, they were infamous as they were buried apart due to Y/N’s family wanting nothing to do with the criminal that caused the death of her daughter even changing her last name on her tomb to her maiden name. Both the country’s most hated and loved couple that drew too many uncanny resemblances to their predecessor, death was inevitable but their story became everlasting.

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