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97keanu · 1 year ago

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Demonic!Kevin x Intern!Reader

Premise: You work as intern for Kevin Lomax, a powerful, suave, sexy southern lawyer who has just taken over his fathers law firm. Everyone seems to hate Kevin for something, whether it is his power, his cockiness, or the fact that he's likely tried to fuck their wives. You find him terrifying for a different reason...

Tags/CW: demon!Kevin, angel!reader, intern!reader, reader is fresh out of college and dirt poor, Kevin tries to seduce reader over time, shy!reader, chaste!reader, virgin!reader, age gap (22/32), dom!Kevin, sub!reader, slight dubcon, corruption kink, mirror sex, dirty dreams, degradation, rough sex, aggressive sex, oral, p in v, praise kink, raw.

The office day is typically very mind numbing. You were only an intern, unpaid at that, so you mainly picked up grunt work like coffee orders and print jobs. It was okay work, you signed up for it knowing that it was just a stepping stone for your career as a lawyer later. What really bothered you most about your job, was your boss.

Kevin Lomax was once the long lost, then reunited again son of John Milton, the law firms original founder. Kevin now took over for his father most days, who had plenty of business trips and meetings that he was more interested in. What bothered most of the other staff was understandable. He was young, and there were other members of the team who worked far too long and hard to be usurped by someone half their age. He was cocky, said what was on his mind, talked with that slippery southern tongue of his words no one else could get away with saying. On top of all that, he was a womanizer, he would often take money from corporate to spend lavishly in the top clubs of New York. There were many newspaper headlines that show Kevin, smile happy and languid, while women rest around him like some kind of Greek statue denoting the god of sex himself.

All that, Kevin's power, his age, the fact that he could out fuck most of the old lawyers here gave him a reputation, gave him contempt, and gave him an ego worst of all.

None of it was what bothered you, however. What bothered you was how no one else seemed to notice the horns. Right there, at the top of Kevin's head, amongst his so neatly trimmed and slicked inky black hair. They were small. Two round, little golden points. They seemed to sharpen at the tips.

You couldn't help but let out a gasp when you first met with him, as his new intern. The secretary that introduced you to him gave a glare at the noise, upset at any sense of disrespect from you towards Kevin. With a small wave of his hand, Kevin dismissed the woman without a word. Instead, his attention was completely focused on you.

He had a smile that you couldn't quite define. Was he intrigued by you? Perhaps. His eyes made you want to squirm in your seat, heat rising to your cheeks and to your own surprise, your cunt too. You've never felt such a way by any man. In fact, you would go as far as to say you were chaste. A virgin who had never really been tempted by anyone in such a way.

Here you were though, looking at a man with golden horns atop his head, ready to cum from the smallest attention. You moved your thighs together, somehow knowing that Kevin could tell his effect on you. In your first meeting, Kevin didn't try anything more than that. No, with the way he looked at you, you knew he loved a chase more than anything.

From there, more strange things only continued to occur. Besides the obvious horns on the top of Kevin's head, you swore you could see the glinting of sharp pearly whites behind his sultry lips. No else focused on Kevin's fangs, only you. You found yourself having to look away, for why you're unsure, when Kevin smiled too wide. It was like a sheep fearing the wolf's sharp bite, something in your stomach coiled with that feeling when you saw his fangs.

It didn't stop there, no. When you shook Kevin's hand for the first time, you noticed how sharp his nails were, immediately. His hands were human, but the nails were pointed, and dark. His entire ends of his fingertips seemed as if they had been burnt, with no injury. Just sooty black tips. You recoiled from his touch, and when you glance up to see his reactions, he is laughing at you. Before he speaks you feel like an embarrassed child, her crush having rejected her and now teasing her with his laughter.

"You are going to be..." He finally says when his laughter fades, then pausing to search for the right word.

"So interesting..." His clawed hand reaches up as he speaks, his voice soft with wonder for you. You flinch when his skin presses against your cheek as light as a feather. His skin is so warm, that of someone feverish if that had been human.

Human. Yes, that was what Kevin Lomax was not. You were sure of it. Unfortunately, your contract as an intern was not something you could walk away from. Besides the breach of contract, the firm paid for your housing, food, and any thing else you needed to work in such an expensive city as New York. You wouldn't be able to live here with hopes of starting a career if you left.

You were stuck here, with a devil of a boss, and no one but you seemed privvy to it. Perfect. You're sure your cheeky boss knew that too.

Fine, you're work life is in a strange place, but at least you get some down time when you finally go back to your apartment. Or, it would be if it weren't for the dreams.

They all start the same, you're in a garden of some sort. It's lush, green, full of life. As you enjoy soaking in the sun, a crisp halo above your head, you sense a darkness coming. When you open your eyes, Kevin is already between your legs, kissing your inner thighs as he goes deeper. You can't even hide your want, it comes out in pretty little gasps as he laps at your clit with purpose.

Soon enough he's at your neck, spreading your legs and moving his hips to replace the empty space made. He whispers such naughty things in your ears that you always seem to forget upon waking. He wets his cock at your entrance, which is more than ready for him, before plunging in deeply, taking you in no gentle manner at all. And despite what your waking self would think, you open wider for him, allowing him to fuck you however he pleases. Asking him to go rougher even. You already know you'll awake in a blushed and embarrassed state from all this.

The one thing you always remember happening, just before Kevin fills your tight little pussy up, is him reaching up, through your mess of hair and grabbing hold of that little golden halo. He wrenches it off of you, tossing it away, and you feel yourself darken to his level. Then, you awake, in a gasp and missing the fullness you had just imagined. It always felt so real.

It was only made worse by the fact that when you went into work after nights like that, you could feel Kevin's gaze, almost physically burning two little holes into your back even. You could watch those dark eyes of his trail up your body, stopping at all the places that made you feel even more like a sexual object to him. Your new wardrobe, picked out by Kevin himself when you started working, revealed all the more. He chose to dress you in only the highest quality and name brand clothes, but decided cuts that exposed your breasts and thighs were the most professional. You felt like a whore most of the time, but no one else in the office dare to look at you the way Kevin does. They knew better.

Today, you're delivering files for this or that to Kevin's office, cheeks still pink from the morning's dream. When you walk in, it's as if Kevin can smell that lust you had for him. He inhales and smiles slyly, leaning back in his chair with hands behind his head, horns glinting in the morning light.

"Good morning, Angel..." He says his signature pet name for you with a huskiness in his voice. His eyes size you up, determining what, you are unsure.

"Good morning, Mr. Lomax." You respond, as always keeping your tone as even as possible, as not to reveal anything.

"You look tired, did you get enough sleep?" The words are pointed, a laugh hidden somewhere within them, as if he is sharing some private joke you're not in on.

"It was alright," your voice is soft, barely raised above a whisper. You wish you weren't so shy, and that Kevin didn't have such an effect on you, but he did. He always did.

"No bad dreams? Nightmares...?" He prods with that knowing look in his eye. You glance up to those horns, thinking of how you held them, bringing him closer in your dream and gripping his hair. You know he's caught you looking, and you try to focus on anything else.

"No, sir..." Your voice finds itself finally, and you're still gazing at the dark wooden floors of Kevin's office when suddenly his fingers are lifting up your chin. You can feel the claws gently, tenderly, on your smooth flesh. Your eyes meet Kevin's, and even up close, the blackness of his eyes only seems to get darker, deeper. You feel the world tunnel between the two of you, and nothing else matters.

"What's wrong, Angel? Something on your mind?" As he says this, you can almost see it. Those images of him fucking your rentlessly. You feel as if he's reading your mind.

"I just..." You can barely get the words you, you're beginning to feel so flustered by the dirty thoughts roaming your mind. You see his fangs glint in the light as he speaks again.

"Just? Tell me, darlin'..." His soft, southern voice coaxes you, honey sweet. You can barely stand now, and you don't even know when Kevin started being so close, his body now supporting yours, a hand wrapped around your back.

"It's just so hard to think right now..." You whisper, your lips barely moving, and for a moment you wonder if you even said anything at all.

"Do you want me to take it away? All that worry." He looks so deeply into your soul, you feel as if you're on fire. Everywhere he's touching you right now is a burning, tingling mess. All you can do is nod, your brow furrowed and your heart fluttering with anxiety and want.

Kevin leans in and presses his lips to yours, and that heat floods from your mouth down to your pussy. He gently coaxes you into him, his mouth moving perfectly to get you to open for him. When you do, his tongue plays with yours, inviting you to explore his mouth. You move it across his teeth and feel your stomach tense when you glide across the sharpness of his fangs. They really are there, you can't believe it.

Your hands move up to his hair, so curious. You have to know. Have you been imagining this, or have they always really been there...? You let your fingers play in the darkness of his hair as he kisses down your neck, and finally you feel that hard, protruding horn. When you touch it, Kevin pulls back to look at you.

"So, you really do see them. I was starting to wonder if it was only me seeing that halo above you..." You look at Kevin with confusion as his gaze pulls to above your head.

"What do you mean?" Your voice speaks, and Kevin pulls you towards the giant windows of his office. The light from this time of day allows both of your reflections to appear, translucent and tender.

You gasp as you see it, that small golden ring above your head. Your hand reaches up, and you flinch when you feel the cool metal there. You never noticed, you have no idea how you never noticed.

"There's a reason why I call you my little angel..." His voice is right against your ear, his breath hot and tickling your exposed neck and ear. You glance back at the reflection and when you do, it's as if Kevin's horns have grown, long and golden. When he presses his body into you, you know something else has grown too. The heat of his cock against your back is driving you mad.

"This...this doesn't make sense..." You try to be rational, try to stay grounded, but it's no use. Not when Kevin's at your neck, his fangs tasting you, but not sinking in.

"Does it have to? Or can we just do what our bodies want..." Kevin continues to coax you, his hands riding up your waist to meet your chest.

"I don't..." You want to lie. Say you don't want this, but it won't even leave your mouth.

"Tell me to stop and I will..." Kevin declares, and somehow, you know it's true. Your mouth opens, and Kevin's touch stills, listening, waiting for the words.

Your lips close, and instead a moan escapes where "Stop" should have been. You can't help yourself anymore. You've wanted this for too long, night after night of dreaming this. You feel something flutter on your back, and Kevin moves. Your wings unfurl, white and delicate. They're so small, having not been used in so long. The more Kevin touches you the more you seem to remember. You can't believe you forgot this part of yourself.

Kevin slowly moves your top so that your wings may be free, as well as freeing your breasts into the cool office air. He runs his hands up to them, the heat so contrasting with your cool, calm skin. You let him play with you, showing you in the mirror how much he's enjoying this. You glance at yourself, and somehow it turns you on to see yourself being corrupted as such.

"You're going to let me taint you, my little angel?" Kevin's breaths speaks into your neck. You moan out in response, as his hands move downward, slipping off your skirt and sliding into your panties.

"You're already so wet for me," He adds with a grin as he begins to toy with you. His fingers glide carefully over your clit, both teasing you and being sure not to hurt you with his claws.

"Please..." You moan out as this teasing begins to torture you. You want him so bad you feel as if you will drown without him. The spell he casts on you is so wicked.

"Please what...? Tell me what you want me to do." He wants you to say it, say all those dirty things in your head. You know he wants to see how creative you are in imagining him fucking you. That is a true sign of how he has begun to change you, making your angelic self fall. You can almost feel your halo dimming, just slightly as you begin.

"I want," you start, the words escaping with moans. "I want you to fuck me...right here, against the glass..."

Kevin smiles, and those fangs flash, your body shudders at the sight.

"Oh really, my sweet. You want everyone in New York to see you pressed against my window, and fucked silly? Is that it?" He chides you, making you admit how badly you want it before giving you more of his touch.

"Y-yes...I want everyone to know how much of a whore I've become, sir..." You can't believe you're saying it, but it's true. You know how badly you've wanted this.

"That's a good girl... Now, why don't you get down on your knees for me first." He says, and you follow, your Mary Jane's clacking on the wooden floor. Your knees meet the wood, and your bare ass is pressed against the cold glass. Kevin unleashes his cock from his suit pants, and you let out a breath. It's so big, the girth alone was enough to make you nervous, the length made it worse.

"I want to see those big doe eyes looking up at me while you suck my cock." Kevin instructs, and you nod, taking his cock in your hands.

You begin to open your mouth, but Kevin grows tired of waiting, opting to move a Hans behind your head and pull you into it. His coxk floods your mouth, your tongue struggling to move out of the way. You've never had something this big in there, it's almost hard to breathe as he slides himself in deeper. You moan from the feeling, and somehow you find yourself relishing in being so obedient, to be used so well by someone so powerful.

You let him fuck your throat, your spit increasing and soon enough your practically drooling on his cock.

"I knew you'd be such a nice little slut to have around the office," Kevin says, a few moans almost escaping him. "I just had make you fall, angel."

You keep looking up at him like he told you too, your eyes wide and innocent as ever, such a pretty little lamb to the slaughter for him. You wonder if he really will keep you around after he uses you up, you don't know what a demon may do to a sweet angel like you. You watch as Kevin's eyes close in pleasure as he fucks your mouth deeper than ever, your moans turning to chokes as he really uses your throat for nothing more than a cocksleeve.

Kevin pulls out of your mouth, his cock hot and hard. He pulls you up, your knees beginning to find bruises. He kisses you deeply, desperately, uncaring if your face is so messy from sucking his cock. Then he pulls his mouth down to your breast, sucking and biting on your nipples.

"Was I...a good slut for you..?" You say, so innocently, needing to hear him tell you this.

Kevin looks up from your breast and smiles.

"You're such a good whore, let me reward you..." You feel your heart lift from his praise, and your pussy wetten. He moves down from your breasts and spreads your legs, pressing you up against the glass once more. You stay standing, locking one leg over his shoulder, and his arms supporting the other.

His mouth suckles at your clit, and with such sudden attention, you feel as if you might cum right there. He backs off, tongue exploring the rest of your cunt, licking deeply, tasting you as if he has never tasted something so delicious.

"You're so sweet..." He breathes out, the air tickling your exposed pussy. He let's his claws graze up your thighs as he continues to tease you. You shudder against his touch, and he smiles into his licks, satisfied with pleasing you so.

You find his hair, how a mess from your hands, and pull him in. You feel his horns, now long enough to clutch, and you take hold of them, bobbing with his head. He moans into your pussy as you stroke them, obviously they're sensitive to your touch. You almost smile at finding a weakness of his.

You feel so close when Kevin kisses back up your stomach, moaning out from the lack of attention on your cunt.

"Don't worry, I think you'll like what's next more..." He hushes you between kisses until he's back up at your mouth. You taste yourself on his lips and somehow want more.

Kevin picks you up, pulling you from the window and placing you on his desk.

"I think we've given New York enough of a show, why don't you give me one..." He says as he looks down on your body laid bare for him. Your wings press against the wood as you lay back fully, your legs wrapping around his waist.

Kevin slowly takes off the rest of his suit, making you watch with want as he undresses. You notice he has wings of his own, black, and unfurling into much larger ones than yours. You can feel the heat radiating off him.

When he's left you there long enough, he strokes his cock a few times before rubbing it on your clit. He plays with you there as you moan out for him, watching your every twitch with pleasure on his face. He taps the head of his cock onto your clit a few times before sliding down to meet your entrance. Your breath hitches as you tense, nervous for something so big for your first time.

"I'm..." you begin to explain, but Kevin finishes your sentence.

"A virgin? I know, that's one of the reasons I picked you." He smirks, and you feel a blush fall over your body from the implications. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle... At first."

He says this as begins to push his cock into your wetness, and you moan out, clutching his arms as you're stretched far beyond what you ever expected. He gets a few inches in before he stops, let's you accommodate his girth. He pushes a little more before he's stopped by your pussy, your virginity not allowing him in deeper. You watch as he reaches down, his claws careful but skillful, taking his thumb and massaging your clit before moving any deeper.

You lean your head back in ecstasy as you enjoy the feeling of being so full and having your clit petted so perfectly. You barely notice Kevin slowly easing his way past your hymen, using the pleasure he gives you to mask any pain. You only wince once, when he's fully inside you, so deep you can hardly stand it. He pulls back, and you half expect him to lose control, slam into your pussy right away, but he doesn't.

Kevin takes his time with you, slowly pumping himself in and out, working with your body to make sure you feel good too.

"You like that, my angel?" He breathes out, checking on you. You nod, moaning his name, your legs wrapping around tighter.

He continues, picking up speed slowly until he's fucking you with precise and controlled movements. You love how good it feels, being so full and so stretched by him. Every time he hits the deepest parts, you feel it in your stomach, the pain mixed with the pleasure he keeps providing with rubbing your clit driving you mad. You feel yourself tighten around his cock.

"Oh no, angel, don't cum just yet..." He teases, pulling his thumb from your clit. You whine in response.

"I want to see you touch yourself for me," he says with husky want in his voice. "I want you to play with yourself while I fuck you."

"Yes, sir..." You respond, and you can tell he likes it when you call him that. You like being so submissive for him, your hand reaching down for your clit while your other finds your breast, playing with both for him.

Kevin begins to move faster now, pumping himself in and out of your pussy fast enough that your chunky shoes clack together behind his back. You moan out, pressing your head into the wooden desk as you near release. Your hands move with desperation, looking to touch yourself just right. You feel your pussy clenching around his cock, and you can barely moan, your breath stuck in your throat as you begin to get pushed over the edge.

"K-Kevin..." You barely get out as his cock hardens more than ever, punishing your cunt with relentless pumps.

You move your fingers faster until finally you feel it. That heat releasing in your own body, every muscle tense and your pussy tightening so much Kevin can hardly fuck you properly. You feel your legs spasm, the muscles losing themselves to pleasure as it overflows in your body. You don't even remember moaning, but you are. All that is enough for Kevin as well, his cock shuddering and emptying his cum so deep inside of you. The liquid is so hot you feel as if he's set a fire inside you, his cock twitching to fuck his cum deeper. You hear him moan your name in response, and look up to see him looking so breathless and content.

He moves onto you, laying his head at your breast. You see those horns of his again, so close now. You almost laugh at the thought of how they perplexed you so upon meeting Kevin. Kevin presses his body into, as if he can't get close enough.

You wonder for a moment if it's you who's tamed this demon, not the other way around.

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discoscoob · 7 months ago

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⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ONE FOR THE MONEY

˙ ✩°˖💸 ⋆｡˚ Kevin Lomax x Reader

Synopsis: while on a work trip in Los Angeles where he is going to attend numerous social events, Kevin hires you to be his date for his entire stay. 3.7k words.

CW: hella toxic relationship, hooker!reader, bratty!reader, Kevin is an asshole, you’re also an asshole (you say something uncalled for,) and you slap him (he deserves it,) angst? degrading language, oral (m!receiving), face fucking.

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The gala is like nothing you’ve seen before. A lavish affair filled with thousands of upper-class and celebrity guests, wearing the latest fashion of the season, with faces full of expensive cosmetic enhancements.

You feel a sudden tinge of imposter syndrome building inside your chest as you walk through the lobby alongside Kevin, his arm firmly clasping your waist as he navigates the crowd of guests.

It’s a far cry from the dingy clubs you’re used to hanging around in, the people here look like something straight out of a magazine.

“Am I allowed to drink the champagne?” you whisper in Kevin’s ear as your eyes catch sight of waiters wandering through the crowd, carrying gold trays filled with champagne flutes.

Kevin gives you a stern look, running a finger under your chin as he turns your face to his.

“Of course, darlin’.” he assures you, his voice low and comforting. ��Just remember, I don’t want you drunk and ruining this evening. Keep it to two glasses.”

“What do you think I’ll do? Get up on one of the tables and start doing a strip tease?” you quip sarcastically at his strict rules as you grab one of the champagne flutes as the waiter passes by.

“Not funny, sweetheart. You really need to watch your mouth.” Kevin warns you, but there’s a faint hint of amusement in his voice. “You’re representing me tonight and I won’t have my reputation ruined by some loose tongue.”

“C’mon… you can’t deny it’d make the event more exciting.” you lean into Kevin’s side seductively, as a mischievous smile spreads on your lips while you run your manicured fingers over the silk lapels of his tuxedo jacket. You know already that you will be bored out your brains by the end of the evening.

Kevin scoffs, placing a restraining hand on your shoulder, gently pressing you away from him.

"This isn't a joke, Y/N. I've paid you good money to keep your mouth shut and act appropriately. If you can't handle it, then perhaps I should find myself another date."

"Don't push your luck. I wouldn't hesitate to replace you.” Kevin warns you under his breath, lightly gripping your waist as he walks you towards the group of people he wishes to introduce you to. “Just do as I say and keep your mouth shut unless spoken to.”

As you walk with Kevin, you can't help but feel a slight sting at his words. You swallow hard, taking small sips of your champagne to calm your nerves. Your gaze flickers to the other women in attendance, all dressed to the nines, laughing and smiling effortlessly.

When Kevin introduces you to the first person, a stern-faced man with slicked-back hair, your heart races and you struggle to string together a coherent sentence. You take solace in the fact that despite your awkwardness, you're still attracting stares from those around you.

Throughout the event, you exchange pleasantries and make small talk, eventually finding yourself listening to stories about corporate deals and movie investments, trying to appear engaged.

By the time the gala draws close to midnight, your stifling yawns and rubbing the back of your neck, trying to massage away the ache caused by the heavy necklace that Kevin had loaned from a jewellers, you didn’t even want to know how much it was worth, but you’re certain it was more than the collective wealth of all your ancestors.

The night had been a long and exhausting one, with endless conversations of people whose lives revolved around luxury and privilege becoming tiresome very quickly.

Kevin is in the middle of a discussion with an associate that you had long since tuned out of as you let out a tired yawn you could no longer hold in. The two men stop their conversation and both glance in your direction. Kevin shoots you a glare, while the other man gives you an appraising stare that makes you slightly uncomfortable.

“Are you bored?” Kevin says, his tone of voice more sharp than usual, clearly having noticed your lack of interest in the conversation.

“Bored? No, not at all.” you speak with forced enthusiasm. “I’m having the time of my life.”

Kevin’s expression becomes irritated as he hears the sarcasm in your voice, his eyes briefly locking with his associates before he continues with the conversation, choosing to ignore your comment.

“As I was saying, we’re looking to expand outside of New York City and take on some international clients. We want to create a global profile for this firm so that…”

Kevin’s words carry on but it’s all just white noise to you now, as you struggle to stay awake.

As the conversation continues, your eyes wander curiously over the room, only a handful of guests remain, all of them huddled in small groups sharing superficial conversations. Your eyes catch sight of a pair of glass doors, leading out onto a balcony. While Kevin is distracted by his conversation, you manage to slip away unnoticed, making your way to the balcony.

Once outside, you take in a deep breath of fresh air into your lungs, relieved to be away from the suffocating environment of the gala.

Your eyes flutter shut as you enjoy the cool breeze, letting it blow the exhaustion away until you feel more alert. That’s when a presence behind you makes you jolt a little, immediately feeling defensive.

Before you can turn around to see who joined you on the balcony, you feel two hands lightly wrap around your waist as you hear Kevin’s familiar voice whisper your name in your ear, his tone sounding a lot more light and playful now.

“You couldn’t even be well-behaved enough to stay in the room where I could see you? I knew I couldn’t trust you to stay put for five minutes while I have a conversation.” Kevin wraps both of his arms around you from behind, pulling you against his warm body as he leans his head on top of yours.

“Have you come to tell me that it’s time to leave?” you ask him with a hint of hope in your tone as you lean into his broad chest and rest your tired head against his shoulder while he remains stood sturdily behind you, accepting your weight with ease.

“Of course not,” Kevin murmurs, his voice filled with flirtation as he notices your tired expression resting against his chest.

He can feel the warmth of your breath upon his skin and a slight tingle of excitement runs through his body as you rest yourself upon him.

“I just came to check up on you,” Kevin says, his voice softer now as he gently runs his hands along the sides of your back. “You look a little tired. Are you okay?”

“Not really. I think I’m about to die of boredom.” you take your weight off of Kevin’s chest and turn around in his arms to face him. “The parties I’m used to are so much more fun than this and I don’t have to wear jewellery that damn near breaks my neck.”

“Oh, I see… you miss the days of the dingy little local clubs you used to go to, huh?” Kevin teases lightheartedly, his lips turning up into a playful grin as he notices the distain in your voice.

He wraps his arms around your waist again as he leans into you, his breath slightly tickling your neck as he speaks.

“Well, the parties you used to go to were probably all about hooking up with strangers and getting trashed.”

“As opposed to listening to you discuss legal jargon with your boring associates for hours on end?” you playfully roll your eyes as you lean back against the rail of the balcony.

“As opposed to being a whore that gets trashed every night dancing half-naked in some dingy club for a bunch of sleazy scumbags?” Kevin says, his tone becomes less teasing and more frustrated as he’s met with your flippant replies.

The smile falls from your face as you push yourself off of the rail into a defensive stance, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You’re such a fucking dickhead.” you shake your head, your tone becoming flat as you try to remove the emotion from it, not wanting to show him how much his words penetrate your self-esteem.

Kevin’s expression darkens as your smile falls from your face, the playful energy that was radiating in the air before vanishes like dust in the wind.

“What? Did I hit a chord?” Kevin asks, his arms dropping to his sides as he takes a step forward standing right in front of you.

“That’s what your best at, isn’t it? Spreading your legs and showing off your body.”

You feel your blood simmering to a boil inside your chest as a raging fire begins to burn inside your soul and before you know it your hand is colliding with Kevin’s cheek. The sound of the slap echos in your ears as you freeze, feeling the heat on your palm as you look at him with wide eyes, realising too late what you just did.

Kevin's jaw clenches as the hot sensation of your hand smacking across his face takes him by surprise. His hand flies to his cheek, as he stares at you in shock, before the rage and anger begin to bubble in his chest.

In the blink of an eye, he shoves you hard into the balcony railing, pushing you backwards until your back slams up against it. Kevin quickly places him hands on your shoulders as he leans in close, his facial expression now one of anger and rage rather than his former playful flirting.

You quiver as you grip the edge of the rail tightly with both my hands, rationality told you he wouldn't push you over the edge yet your heart was pounding fiercely in your chest as the fear rose inside you, leaving you trembling.

Your dilated pupils were transfixed on Kevin's that glared at you with a glimmer of evil from under his dark brows that left you questioning what he was actually capable of.

"You hit me," Kevin says, his voice sounding dangerously calm and eerily restrained.

"You just hit me, you stupid little whore." His hands tighten around your shoulders, squeezing hard enough to cause pain as he lets his rage take over, the playful flirting of moments ago gone. Now, all you see is just a cold, raging set of eyes glaring down at you as he keeps you pinned against the railing.

"I- I'm..." you pant heavily, feeling a cold sweat began to gather on your brow from the unbridled fear coursing through your veins, pumped by your ferocious heartbeat that feels as though it's lodged in your throat while you white knuckle the railing.

Before you can manage to utter an apology in an attempt to appease Kevin, a couple step out onto the balcony, snapping Kevin out of his rage filled trance as he steps back, releasing his bruising grip on you.

You immediately feel the tension leave your body, but you keep your grip fast on the rail, feeling as though your legs are about to give way from beneath you.

Kevin’s eye flicker towards the couple that just stepped out onto the balcony. There's a brief moment of relief, then he quickly composes himself, hiding his fury behind a polite smile.

"Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson! How lovely to see you," Kevin greets the couple, his voice smooth and polished.

"Let's get back inside, Y/N," he says, his voice still pleasant and controlled, even as his gaze never leaves the newly arrived couple.

Taking your hand, he leads you back into the party, maintaining his composed demeanour as he says his goodbyes and excuses you both from the gala.

His grip on your hand remains firm as he leads you out of the venue and towards the limousine waiting outside to take you both back to his hotel.

Ever since the incident on the balcony, your heartbeat has not slowed down and you feel as though it’s about it’s about to jump out your throat at any moment as you sit silently beside Kevin in the back of the car.

Kevin’s eyes watch every single movement you make, as he waits patiently for you to speak first - which he knows you won’t.

“Why did you hit me?”

“Why do you think?” you snap back at him with a heated glare, astonished that he even needs to ask. “You were being disrespectful and degrading towards me.”

“So you hit me?” Kevin says bluntly, his voice now laced with something between anger, annoyance, and slight amusement.

“You felt belittled, is that it? Is that what triggered your childish impulse to physically strike me? You’re a grown woman, yet you behave like a toddler who hasn’t learnt how to control her emotions yet.”

“You can talk! You were practically about to throw me over the edge of the balcony. I don’t even want to imagine what might’ve happened had that couple not stepped out right at that moment.” you call out his own lack of control.

“Don’t be so dramatic. I wasn’t going to throw you over the edge.” he replies, his tone cold and blunt.

“All I was going to do was teach you a lesson. Remind you that there are consequences for your childish actions when you hit someone. A lesson your mother clearly forgot to teach you.” Kevin replies, his words clearly designed to provoke you.

“Too bad my mother wasn’t around to teach me that one.” you sigh bitterly with a huff through your nose while your eyes glaze with tears that you refuse to let fall.

“Ahh, so now it all makes sense.” Kevin says mockingly, before he rolls his eyes. “That would explain the trashy, cheap attitude. The lack of manners. The inability to act your age and the desire to sleep with anything with a pulse.”

“If you think I’m such trash why’d you take me to that gala tonight? Why are you paying me to pretend to be your girlfriend? You can’t get a woman to stick around for free?” you fix him with a challenging glare.

Kevin's jaw clenches in the presence of your challenging stare. He's used to intimidating people, and he's not used to being stared down so boldly.

However, he remains composed and calm, even though tension is clearly running beneath the surface.

"I thought I'd give you a chance. I thought there was a chance that I could fix you. I could turn someone as cheap, trashy, and low class as you into a respectable woman. Someone who could hold my arm proudly and be worthy of attending such events with me."

"Well if this is what your life is like I couldn’t think of anything more hellish. It's no wonder your wife killed herself!” you vomit the words out before you can control them and as soon as they leave you tongue your hand slams over your own mouth, wishing you could reel them back in.

A flash of raw, unfiltered rage flares in Kevin's eyes, his hands clenching into fists as he processes what you've just said.

There's a tense moment of silence as his thoughts run rampant, fighting for grip on his emotions. His face is contorted with anger as his jaw clenched tightly, his teeth grinding together angrily.

"I'll pretend you didn't say that," he says lowly, taking a deep breath as he tries to regain his composure.

"I'm sorry." you immediately apologise, your eyes filling with regret and sincerity as your anger dissipates while looking at him. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"Damn right you shouldn't have." Kevin's tone remains harsh, and it's clear that the words still sting, despite trying his best to maintain his composed front.

"You're damned lucky I'm restraining myself right now and just reminding you that you've crossed a line. Now, be quiet so I can think about how I'm going to punish you."

You fall silent for the rest of the drive back to the hotel, keeping your eyes focused on the world outside as you drive by. It's not long until the limousine pulls up in front of the hotel lobby and the silence between the pair of you remains like a suffocating blanket as you ride the elevator together.

The tension is palpable as you arrive at the penthouse suite. With the door slamming shut behind you, Kevin turns to face you, his expression still full of simmering anger.

"Strip," he commands, pointing at you with a sharp jerk of his chin.

His eyes are like ice, and there's no mistaking the seriousness of his command. This punishment is just getting started, and it seems like you're only just beginning to understand the extent of his wrath.

Silently, you unzip the dress, letting gravity do the rest as it slips easily from your body to the plush carpet where you step out of it, leaving you wearing only your high heels, black lace lingerie and the dazzling necklace that still sits heavily against your collarbones.

Kevin's eyes narrow as he looks you over, taking in your figure in the black lingerie and the expensive necklace. His lips twist into a smirk, and he takes a step closer to you. His fingers reach out to gently trace the strap of your lacy bra before he tugs on it until it snaps back against your shoulder, making you jolt slightly.

“This too…” he only chuckles darkly at your flinch as he begins to circle around you as your trembling fingers fumble with the clasp of your bra.

“And these…” he adds with a harsh slap to your ass right over the fabric of your panties.

By the time he circles back around to your front, you’ve managed to discard your lingerie and his eyes are slowly trailing the length of your exposed body with a hum of approval.

“This…” Kevin tugs on the heavy necklace with a single finger, adding extra strain to your already aching neck. “…stays on.”

You part your lips, a protest on the tip of your tongue but before you can utter a single word, Kevin silences you with a single glare.

“You’ve ran your mouth enough for one night.” he speaks sharply with a commanding tone, leaving no doubt about who is in charge. “I pay you to do two things with it and neither of them involve talking. I don’t want to hear another word from you for the rest of the night unless it’s ‘yes, sir.’ Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” you answer without hesitation.

“On your knees.” Kevin orders as he takes a step back and watches you sink to your knees on the plush carpet.

“I’m sure you don’t need instructions for the rest. You’re a professional, right?” he taunts you with a shit eating grin and you react to it with a glare as you look up at him but you stifle your quips, biting your tongue as your fingers work to undo his belt.

The buckle rattles as you unbutton his trousers and Kevin’s large hands find purchase in your hair. You’re met with the sight of his straight and rigid erection as it springs free from his boxers and stands to attention.

With your tongue, you kitten lick the salty pre-come dripping from his reddened tip before you wrap your eager lips around it. Kevin’s hands instantly tighten their grip against your scalp, keeping you held in place as he begins to set the place with his own thrusts into your warm mouth.

As you look up at him through your eyelashes, he gives a rough thrust of his hips until the blunt tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, making your eyes water as you instinctively try to pull your head back but his grip in your hair remains fast.

Kevin growls, feeling the constriction of your throat fluttering around his tip as he continues to push your limits with his forceful and steady pace with his eyes trained on the tears that drip from the corners of your watery eyes as you choke and fight the urge to gag.

“C’mon, baby. I thought you’d be used to choking on cocks by now.” Kevin’s voice strains with each thrust, the sound of pleasure influencing his breathy tone. “Is this one just too big for you, huh?”

He continues to thrust hard and fast, his grip on your hair unrelenting, as he watches you struggle with his size. The noise of your gagging and whimpering only fuels his desire, making him harder with each passing second.

“Maybe next time, you’ll remember to keep your mouth shut and your opinions to yourself.” Kevin punctuates each word with a forceful thrust, speaking through clenched teeth as he nears his climax.

Kevin's thrusts become more frantic, his breaths growing ragged as he nears his climax. The tears streaming down your face only serve to heighten his arousal, the sight of your pain and humiliation driving him closer to the edge.

"Swallow every drop, you ungrateful slut," he growls, his thrusts become more frantic and his breath grows ragged as his release creeps up on him.

With one final, powerful surge, burying himself deep in the back of your throat, he comes. His release fills your mouth and spills from the corners of your lips.

You cough and splutter as he finally slips out of your mouth with a trail of spit and come connecting from your lips to the tip of his softening cock before it drips down your chin and neck.

You’re panting heavily from your swollen lips, with a flushed face that’s covered with a mixture of sweat, tears, spit and come and your styled hair is ruined from Kevin’s forceful grip on it.

"Goddamn, you're a mess. Clean yourself up." he mutters as his gaze trails over your disheveled appearance with a look of disregard for your state as he walks past you, adjusting himself in his trousers while making his way to the mini bar to pour himself a drink.

"And next time, you’ll think twice before my wife’s name leaves your dirty mouth again.” you hear him shout over your shoulder.

⋆｡°✩ note: this is the first time I have written anything quite like this so I was kinda nervous. I hope it was enjoyable to read. Every reblog and comment is greatly appreciated. Thank you so much for reading!

#keanu reeves #keanu reeves x reader #kevin lomax #kevin lomax x reader #my fics

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97keanu · 1 year ago

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Anyways I'm falling down the kevin Lomax rabbit hole tonight so here's some Kevin x secretary!/half angel! reader imagines

Kevin 100% hires you because he can smell you're innocence and purity from a mile away and the demon part of him would love to corrupt that

I like the idea that this is after he's joined Milton's firm and Milton may or may not have set this all in motion

Milton telling Kevin he needs to find an assistant/secretary because the work loads going to pick up (he is orchestrating this)

During Kevin's next case, he sees you as the prosecuters assistant and knows. You two connect eyes in the courtroom and you can feel his stare even when you're not looking at him. Its like two warm pinpricks on your back. You don't know you're half angel so you can't figure out why you're feeling this way...

You're a devote christian and keep a cross necklace on at all times. When Kevin finally gets close enough to see you, the sight of it gives him a visible chill he can't control

He asks you after the case if you have thought about leaving the prosecutor for a better job. He hates to see you working for another man but won't admit his jealously is motivated by his sexual want of you

You refuse because you are a Good Girl™

Milton goes behind everyone's back and buys you out from underneath the prosecutor. The next day your boss tells you to pack it up and delivers you to Kevin's office, you feel uneasy from the whole thing.

Kevin's first request is that you go shopping for better work clothes (yours are extremely modest and the devil in him wants you dressed like his high class slutty secretary ASAPPP)

No matter how many times you tell him you're a chaste woman he teases you. His advances are so hard to with stand, the temptation to be naughty and give in to him is always present

When you touch you feel a physical tingle of heat from him. Its the strangest feeling...

You feel as if he reads your mind sometimes and says your deepest desires for him out loud to you.

Sometimes you feel truly hypnotized by him, its so hard to resist...

#kevin lomax #kevin lomax x reader #kevin lomax x secretary! reader #kevin lomax x half angel!reader #the devils advocate #keanu reeves fanfic #my imagines

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97keanu · 1 year ago

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* ˚₊ · ͟͟͞͞ ➳The album Grace by Jeff Buckley is currently fueling my post movie Kevin Lomax x half angel! Wife!Reader fic so hard. I think I may just call the fic after one of the songs, potentially lover you should come on over....I am weak for music troupes, sorry guys...

#lila speaks #also kevin is NOT going to be looking at ANY other woman because his LOVE for his hot #angel wife is way too strong #also shes going to be chubby!reader so you can pry him calling her cherub from my hands #i like my angels curvy and soft and tender #anyways #fic updates #kevin lomax x reader #kevin lomax #the devils advocate

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97keanu · 11 months ago

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figure skating for the first time x keanuverse ? ⛸️🤍🎄❄️

*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ohohoho this is perfect !!!! Thank you for asking, I've had this on my mind for a bit now! (And I may also be writing a fuller fic for such a thing with reader x young!JW :3c) John Constantine, Kevin Lomax, and Neo undercut! Pure fluff!

❄️.*ㅤ Since he's on my mind, older John would love going ice skating with you! He's probably done it at least once himself, and if not, with as skilled as he is as working his body through the movies, I think he would manage just fine! I also have a head canon that when he grew up with The Director, they didn't seperate teaching ballet by gender of who was there (no "just girls learn ballet, boys learn how to kill" deal.) So, I like to think of John Wick as someone who can do all he does because he also has a rigorous background in learning ballet, having those precise body movements, knowing how to work every muscle in his body to his advantage.

Therefore, I would like to imagine that John takes you to the nearest rink (or perhaps a lake he knows that's more private?) And actually helps to teach you how to skate better (or how to at all if you don't know how!). He would be patient, watching you and only stepping in when you need it, his arms wrapping around your waist or steadying your elbow.

Eventually, you're doing it on your own, and John is there watching you, a smile creeping on his face from being able to teach you something so intimate to him. He actually has to be the one to stop you once the night starts setting in, the temperature getting way too cold to stay out in much longer.

He takes you back to his mustang and already has a fuzzy blanket there to wrap you in. You in the night back at his apartment, drinking a late night coffee and John listening to you giggle about how much fun you had with a warm heart.

❄️.*ㅤTed Logan however, lives in sunny California, so they don't see snow or ice often enough for ice skating to be a regular ordeal. He is your skater boyfriend however, so when you do end up finding a indoor rink to take him too, he thinks he will be pretty good at it from the get go. And he isn't horrible, he knows how to balance well and tries to stay up right, but it's actually so different from riding his skateboard or even rollerskates that it takes him a moment or two to get really good at it. Once he has it down though, he's skating around, pulling you by your hands until you two are laughing and doing goofy circles around the rink. Eventually, his himbo-ness gets the best of him, and as he's admiring how pretty your hair looks under the ice rink lights, he slips, bringing you down with him. He takes the harder of the fall, you fall on top of him with rosy cheeks and a smile already forming from how silly your boyfriend can be. You two end up laying there and laughing in the middle of the rink for way too long, maybe even annoying a few other skaters, but you two couldn't care if you tried. The night ends with the two of you warming up at a nearby cafe with hot cocoa and plans to try it again sometime.

❄️.*ㅤJohn Constantine would flat out refuse to go ice skating with you. Your big doe eyes would plead with him, but that's not going to change his mind. You tell him how much you enjoyed going as a child, how you love to ice skate, but you're not going to find a Los Angeles city boy like him on an ice rink anytime soon. Or, are you?

Maybe after his refusal, he takes on a demon hunting case that just so happens to lead him to a hockey rink. When the chase leads you two there, you don't see John stop to think about what he's doing as he tries to run out onto the ice. You go after him, your sneakers sliding and skidding on the slippery surface, but your years of practice skating have you able to keep your balance. To your dismay, ahead of you, Constantine is not someone who's trained in such things, and for the first time ever(and probably the last), you see Constantine fall flat on his ass. You easily skid by, reaching out a hand to help him up, and he can't deny grumbling a 'thank you". By the time you're ready to resume chase, the demon is gone.

"See? If we had just gone skating last Saturday, maybe you would have been prepared for this type of thing!" You know you shouldn't rub it in, but you can't help pointing out the truth.

"Yeah, yeah," Constantine carefully finds his way to the rinks edge, and gets out onto non-slippery flooring. "Okay, Maybe I'll take you next time..."

You squeal with joy and the two of you end the night with you having a hot tea in his apartment and Constantine taking a whiskey and nursing his bruised backside.

❄️.*ㅤKevin Lomax is not one for ice skating. Our good southern boy hasn't even roller skated a day in his life, and he's not about to trade his cowboy boots for a pair of blades.

"Please, Kevin! I really want to go skating!" You pester him, and eventually he caves, lucky that New York gets more snow than Florida.

He wraps you, and himself, up tight in winter clothes, and bites back complaints about how cold it is. He takes you to a local spot that he's heard of, and only a few other couples are out at the rink. Good, less people to have to see him fall on his ass when this goes awry.

He still has to maintain the confidence of a business man, so he keeps his lawyer smile on and helps you into your skates. At first, he let's you go ahead and skate without him, watching you perform moves he is actually pretty entranced with. When you pull your leg up over your head, he actually gives a holler out of support("Yeah that's my wife/girlfriend!").

Eventually, when everyone else has left, you persuade him into trying on a pair of skates, and to your surprise, he does. You gently take him out onto the ice, and for a few moments he's actually doing it! You let go gently, and he glides by himself, able to get down the simple movements, but nothing too crazy. In the end, you two do slow circles in the middle of the rink, face to face with each other. Kevin looks deeply in your eyes, and you're happy he's obliged your silly request. He leans in for a kiss, and you feel your legs shake on your skates. To your surprise, you're the one who's lost your balance first, and Kevin catches you with a laugh.

"Too much for you, darlin'?" He whispers with that husky southern voice, and the redness in your cheeks isn't just from the cold anymore.

The two of you end the night at a fancy dinner spot, something expensive, decorated in holiday spirit and the sound of a live pianist and violinist playing soft Christmas tunes.

❄️.*ㅤNeo lives in Chicago, so he's no stranger to the cold or navigating ice. I believe he likely has gone ice skating before, probably as a child, but hasn't done that in many years. When you ask him, he's apprehensive, but it doesn't take much begging for him to agree.

He takes you to a spot that's supposed to be the best experience, and only after you two have bought your tickets do you realize it's PACKED. There's way too many people here for Neo's comfort, or yours for that matter, and after about an hour of trying to find your way onto the ice where you two can have some alone time, you see it's not going to happen tonight and give up.

Neo makes it up to you by taking you to your favorite dinner spot. It's an enjoyable date night still, but he can tell how badly you wanted to go and can see the disappointment that you couldn't.

So, after about a week, he tells you that he's taking you out for a surprise.

When you arrive to this mystery destination, you realize it's the same ice rink. You ask him why, knowing it's another Saturday and it will be packed just like before, but Neo motions to the lack of people in the parking lot.

"What...?" You say as you begin to piece things together. "How did you...?"

"We have the whole place to ourselves. I took out every ticket just for us." He says slyly, obviously proud of this feat.

"What do you mean? That has to be crazy expensive!" You know Neo is well enough off, but that sorta price is excessive even for him.

"Well, their website for buying tickets was particually hard to hack..." He looks over at you with a smirk and smiles big when you throw your hands around his neck, gleeful for his talent tonight.

"No! You didn't! Neo..." You say into his neck giving him a big squeeze. "Thank you..."

The two of you head inside and are treated like unknown celebrities, putting on an air of being such, and trying to remain lowkey. You both have fun pretending to be people you're not, and Neo skates alongside you easily, even taking the risk of dipping you back and twirling you a few times. You're surprised your typical home dwelling boyfriend could be so suave and savvy, but you enjoy it nonetheless. You get hot drinks at a concession stand, and eat pretzels and Chicago style hotdogs to your content.

#i hope you enjoy these takes! all your boyfriends are willing to do a winter time activity with you due to feeling the holiday spirit!#except constantine...but you know how he is lol #john wick x reader #john constantine x reader #constantine x reader #neo x reader #ted logan x reader #kevin lomax x reader #lila speaks #ask lila #my writing #••• ◛ ʸᵒᵘ’ᵛᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵐᵃⁱˡ!#keanuverse

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