→ ENHYPEN’S RED FLAGS !! ⚠︎
PAIRING | ot7 x fem!reader
GENRE | crack
WORD COUNT | 1.3k
WARNINGS | mentions of food; reader is referred to as “girl”; i’m pretty sure it’s fine but it is possible i made mistakes w the tenses (i’m still tryna get used to writing more in present tense T-T)
DISCLAIMER | THIS IS NOT IN ANY WAY A FORM OF HATE TOWARDS ENHYPEN (pls i love these boys w my entire being how could i) this is a joke so don’t take this too seriously lol
A/N | had the time of my life choosing pics for the moodboard btw they had me out here cackling at 3 am (first red flag: i’m out here losing sleep bc of them !! smh)
이희승 ! HEESEUNG
too handsome… how can you stand to look at that devilishly handsome face without ever passing out due to lack of oxygen in your lungs when he’s always taking your breath away?! also y’all become way too popular; people are always staring at you two (not only heeseung but you too obviously 😏), it’s tiring being so famous yk 🙄
good at everything… it’s lowk invigorating sometimes bc he’s always outdoing you in everything. when you play games, he’s beating you; when you’re having fun at karaoke, he’s always out-singing you or showing off with his fancy riffs and harmonies; when you’re playing sports together, he always has a way of beating you, no matter what the sport. he even manages to do better at the simple task of making ramyeon. and we all know that’s only to list a few. it’s just so tiring having such a perfect bf 😔
박종성 ! JAY
jawline is too sharp… you cup his jaw as you kiss him then suddenly you hurt your hand on his sharp jawline !! it’s not fair that you have to sacrifice your hands every day just because he looks so good.
cooks for everyone… because he cooks so much, you can’t just be hanging out watching him be all hot and sexy as he cooks for everyone all the time !! you’ve had enough of back hugging him, cheek pressed against his firm back muscles (they’re so strong, it hurts your face !!), or smelling and eating all the delicious food,,, you just wanna spend alone time with your man, without the kitchen as the third wheel :’D your bf is just so husband material, and being able to provide for everyone aside from just you and him is just so, totally, very much, rlly unattractive (that’s sarcastic btw i actually couldn’t come up w any negative points to this why would anyone hate that about him-)
심재윤 ! JAKE
always has his tongue hanging outside of his mouth or his teeth sunk into his bottom lip with a smirk… no wonder my man always has ulcers lol jk i have no idea how that actually works,, but you can never kiss him cuz his mouth hurts !! but he’s too hot for you to handle anyways so- sometimes he’ll be all seductive with that smirk after swiftly swiping his tongue over his lips and you have to literally take a moment to compose yourself before he wraps his hands around your waist, biting his bottom lip before leaning in to kiss you,, oh my heart :’>
loves his dog too much… sure, loving layla taught him ways on how to love on his own future girl, but you didn’t realize how long it would take him to transfer the title of his most favourite girl from layla to you. you were always competing with a dog and yes, she’s cute but how was this fair?! so let’s just say it took many years of hard work and determination until you finally stole that hard earned title.
박성훈 ! SUNGHOON
doesn’t hang out with enough girls… so he has no experience when it comes to dating you. even before dating you, he was basically a total clutz. not being around girls enough made him feel nervous whenever he was around them due to lack of experience. and so whenever it came to you at first, he was always a nervous wreck and super awkward. and even after dating you, though he is so much better and confident, he still has his slip ups and tends to get super shy whenever you make him flustered (which occurs a lot more often than you’d imagine)! alexa play ‘super shy’ by newjeans 👖
too funny… he randomly comes out with these stupidly funny jokes or comments that make you laugh so hard, it makes your tummy, cheeks and lungs hurt. whenever you tell him you’re gonna die of laughter, you’re not joking.
김선우 ! SUNOO
too sassy… like why does he always have to react with his eye rolls or side eyes whenever you tease him, with that snarky scoff. and then when he’d tease you back, he’d just take the remarks to a whole other level. but occasionally this sass would be used in your favour; whenever a friend would tease you, he’d always get very defensive and have the best comebacks. actually depending on how close you two are with the friend, he once in a while would take the side of your friend and just tease you harder.
perfect figure… he outdoes you all the time. like sunoo give us ladies a chance to shine?? he’s always stealing the spotlight, it’s annoying sometimes !! 🙄 like yes, you (y/n) are always hot and super attractive (self confidence!!! you deserve to love yourself 😌) but for some reason people are always complimenting sunoo’s body instead of yours. but let me let you in on a little secret… it’s only because it’s obvious you’re the one who’s clearly more physically attractive. and who states the obvious these days anyway? hmph 😌
양정원 ! JUNGWON
too loveable… in other words,, there’s nothing to ever (playfully) hate on him with or tease him about !! so boring 👎👎👎 like you just constantly wanna love on him. he can be teasing you about an embarrassing moment of yours that happened just a couple minutes ago, and then you try to think of a comeback but then you take one glimpse into his eyes and suddenly you’re melting on the spot as your mind is wiped of everything you could’ve ever thought up in one quick moment. and suddenly you can only think about the things about him that give you warm, fluffy feelings. HE COULD BE DOING THE BARE MINIMUM AND YOURE FULL HEART EYES FOR HIM he’s just perfect. so unfair and so not fun 👎👎
duality… DOES HE EVEN UNDERSTAND THAT HE SHOULD HAVE YOUR HEART TO LOOK AFTER ???? like what about your well being ??? how about YOUR FEELINGS ???? like you’re constantly being emotionally pulled this way and that cuz one second he’ll be the cutest bf ever with his bread cheeks and fluffy smile when all of a sudden he has a dance to practice and all of a sudden he’s in performance mode, and his duality is just insane !!! is that even the same jungwonie that was with you just a second ago ???? i think not !!! smh
西村 力 ! NI-KI
too tall; doesn’t stop growing… (if he’s a lot taller than you) how are you gonna kiss him?? how is he gonna kiss you?? no but even if he isn’t a lot taller than you now, this boy doesn’t stop growing. you won’t admit it but it’s actually really romantic and hot the way he’d do things to match your heights, such as the other day when he carried you onto the counter, stood between your legs, and pressed his lips against yours in the hottest kiss you’ve ever shared. it’s simply not okay ???
too good of a dancer… outdoes you in every dance game. like riki at least give us a chance??? i mean sometimes he does, but the competitive side of him always wins and he just ends up beating you anyways like always 🙄 also getting to watch him on stage is like seeing a whole other riki. you mostly know him for his goofy personality, but whenever you get to see him perform, he switches that off and enters his alter ego and it has to be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. so you get the best of both worlds… which obviously isn’t healthy for your heart ???
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Yes, absolutely! So. Eddie x FemReader. They are best friends and have this special bond but all of a sudden Eddie pushes her aside for another girl he's dating or is interested in, letting her sit in the reader's seat, canceling traditions of years like movie night, etc. But somehow he wakes up and realizes he has been an ass to her (maybe because he actually wanted to get over his own feelings for her) but the reader isn't so quick to let it all go - she wants him to prove how sorry he is!
Jealousy, Jealousy
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Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader
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Warnings: mostly just language and a little drama and angst and then fluff I think but let me know if I missed anything. I've always wanted to play around with POV switches like this, which is probably why it's taken me so long to finish this one 🙄
You're fuming in the front seat.
Eddie keeps his eyes on the road—more than he probably ever has while driving—afraid that if he even glances in your direction all the smoke you're letting off will start to fog up the windshield. Like he's driving around with a forest fire in his van.
"Listen," he says, even though he's not sure what's going to come after, "it's not even a big deal."
They're the first words out of his mouth since he told you, and they're definitely the wrong ones. Your eyes flash, smoldering at the center like cigarette ends.
Your look may be fire, but your voice is all ice.
"To you."
"What?"
"It's not that big of a deal to you, Eddie," you tell him, shifting against the dirty leather seat like you can't even stand to be near him, "but it is a big deal to me."
Valerie fucking Reed—just thinking her name has you seeing blood. Everything about her puts the wrath of god in you, from the fake-ass pitch of her voice to the way she flips her hair over her shoulder whenever she thinks she's said something clever.
You'd hated her from the moment you'd met her, after the painfully cliche the freaks sit over there cafeteria routine she'd put on for you your very first day in Hawkins. You were more prepared for that shit now—had educated yourself in the art of biting comebacks and fought only with words even when you wanted nothing more than to bash her head into the linoleum tile.
But at a brand new school when you were desperate to make friends? Absolutely devastating.
If you were held at gunpoint and forced to say one honest, nice thing about her, there'd only be one you could offer up: it was her fault you'd met Eddie. With tears still stinging in your eyes, you'd carried your lunch tray in the direction of her pointed finger, falling into the nearest empty chair and tucking your chin into your chest so no one would see you cry.
That was when Eddie swooped in, big doe eyes and denim vest rattling with pins, and a thousand stupid jokes—not exactly a knight in shining armor but you'd never wanted one of those anyway.
Now Valerie wants to take him away from you, too.
Eddie drums his hands on the wheel, fidgeting with the volume on the tape he'd let you choose to soften the blow. He let's Fleetwood Mac fill the empty space between you, all the words he should say replaced with Stevie's soft vocals.
He's not used to fighting with you. Your friendship has always been as easy as breathing—except when it's not.
. . . But you really can't be blamed for that. It's not your fault he feels all weird inside every time you smile.
He wishes you'd smile at him now.
"You know," you say, feet planted on his dash and your chair pushed all the way back, "I didn't say shit when you started ditching me at lunch to deal to her and her friends, or when you skipped on movie nights for all those parties she threw because I get why you had to go, but a fucking date?"
"She just needs a place to smoke . . ." Eddie mumbles, skin hot at the word date.
You roll your eyes with enough bite he actually feels the sting.
"Right. She just needs to get high with you at your place, because she has nowhere else to go.”
Your lips drip with venomous sarcasm—absolutely soaked through with the belief that he couldn't possibly sit in the same room as Valerie and not touch her.
Do you really have so little faith in him? Eddie's got way more self-control than either of you would give him credit for. There's never been a moment he hasn't wanted his hands on you, and he's alone with you all the time.
“Come on,” he says, swallowing so his voice won't crack, “we do that.”
“It’s different," you snap back quickly.
Yeah it fucking is, he thinks, but Eddie doesn't say a word. Maybe the silence will speak for itself—or maybe it could, if you'd let it.
You carve a frustrated hand through your hair, staring him down. “Like, how do you think it would feel for you if I went out with fucking Jason Carver?"
He resists the urge to gag. "It's not like that."
It's really not like that. Just the thought of it has Eddie feeling both sick and violent, unsure if he was more likely to throw a punch or throw up.
He takes the turn into your driveway, watching you collect your stuff with a brutal speed.
"Yes it is, Eddie," you tell him as you slide from your seat before he's even fully hit the breaks, "actually, it's worse. Because Jason is a dick to everybody, and Valerie's got some fucking target on my back. I wouldn't be surprised if this was all part of some evil plan of hers to make me jealous because—"
You cut yourself off immediately, words stoppered by some invisible dam, eyes wide. Eddie's body goes cold when you slam the door without saying goodbye, stomping off to your doorstep.
He scrambles for his seat belt, practically falling out of the van in attempt to catch up to you before you get inside.
"Wait a second," Eddie says, holding the door open with his hand and trying to catch his breath, "why would that make you jealous?"
You scuff the toe of your boot against the step. "Nothing, it's stupid."
Eddie raises a brow, but you can’t look at his big, brown, beautiful eyes right now, tracing down along his leather sleeve to where his hand is planted against the door, black-painted nails splayed wide and already chipping, although you only did them a few nights ago.
Rude that the only time you get to hold him is when you're doing him a favor.
"Stupid how?" he asks.
You shrug. "I dunno . . . she just thinks I have a crush on you or something."
It's a surprise he hadn't already heard; about half of the girl's locker room were still stripping out of their gym clothes when Valerie had to bring everybody's attention to your black lace bra, before sharing a few theories on who you were wearing it for.
"Like I said, stupid." You ignore the heat in your cheeks, gripping the door again and trying to force it shut, but Eddie's not finished.
You wouldn’t notice, but his chest is heaving under his black t-shirt, palm sweating against the door. A crush? On him?
Is Valerie as delusional as he is?
"Wait," —his mouth is on a roll before his brain has caught up— "do- do you?"
Your eyes go wide with surprise, and then shrink into slits as you push him back from the door, one hot hand planted against his chest.
"Fuck you, Eddie," —he catches the words just before the slam— "fuck you for real."
It wasn't a no.
He repeats the words in his mind like he’s casting a protection spell. Like it’s some kind of ward against your anger as he scales the tree outside your window.
It’s harder than it looks, and he’s already making it look pretty difficult—but one hand’s busy clinging to the greasy paper bag packed full with burgers and those crispy tater tots you love. He manages to wiggle his way up to your window sill without losing his pants, even though the tears at his knees got caught on every twig and branch he passed.
Eddie steals a glance of you through the sheer curtains, holding back his fist from knocking. Just so he can look at you properly, without all the static of having you look back.
You're stretched out on your bed, feet in the air and headphones caught over your ears while you flip through the pages of a book. He hasn't seen these pajamas before—the little shorts that just cup the edge of your ass, and a sheer tank top. His nails are leaving little indents in his palm.
Eddie hasn't made a sound, but with the way his eyes are tracing over you, you gotta feel it. You find him at the window, and he panics, rapping his knuckles against the glass a second too late.
You roll you eyes at him, but at least you let him in.
There are honest-to-god butterflies in Eddie's stomach when he flops beside you on the bed. And he wouldn't lie—at least not to himself—but he'd tried to feel something like this before, when Valerie first started paying all that attention to him.
Her manicured hand would brush over the sleeve of his jacket while he'd be getting her product and he'd wait for this same feeling, hoping he had a weakness for all pretty girls, that any attention would him stumbling over his words and these feelings didn't have to be the end of the best friendship he'd ever had.
But it's you.
You cross your arms over your chest, frowning. "What are you doing here?"
Eddie's smile is sheepish, but not nearly apologetic enough for your taste. He holds up the paper bag in his hand, dotted with dark splotches where the grease leaked through. It lets out the heavenly scent of fried food.
"I brought dinner, you know, for movie night."
He slips a tray of tater tots from the bag, and you're resolve falters. You hold back your hand from reaching for one even though you already know how incredible it would taste, the little rivulets of salt and shining grease coating the golden skin.
"What about Valerie?" you ask, stealing your eyes away from the junk food. You hate how petulant your voice sounds.
He just shrugs, pouring out some ketchup onto the tray, licking the excess off of his pinky finger. "Told her I had other plans."
Eddie pops a tater tot into his mouth and bites down with a heavy crunch, but it feels like your heart's the thing being popped between his teeth.
And what more were you expecting? That he'd tell her to fuck off and take her money and friends with her? She's the queen of Hawkins, and you're . . . not.
Maybe you and Eddie are both delusional—or stubborn—enough to pretend like you don't care about the politics of high school, but people had abandoned their morals for less.
“So you blew both of us off, then?”
He pauses mid-bite, like a prey animal, like if he doesn’t move you can’t be mad at him.
“What?” he mumbles through a mouthful of chewed-up potatoes.
You snatch a tater tot from the tray, chewing and swallowing even though your stomach is starting to churn because something bad is going to happen and you can feel it coming like a storm in the air.
“Why are you here, Eddie?”
“I- uh, to say sorry,” he stutters.
The food's getting cold in his hands before you respond.
“What’re you sorry for?”
What’s he sorry for? Eddie has a whole list: sorry for making a fool of myself, sorry for hanging out with Valerie because I thought it might make you jealous, sorry sorry sorry for trying so hard to get over you and doing such a bad job at it.
“I, you know . . . I shouldn’t have made other plans on movie night.”
Those were the wrong words again. Crazy how easy it is for him to fuck this up—like it was something he was born with.
For a second, Eddie thinks you'll yell at him, and he's comforted by that. If you yell at him, you still care.
You take in a deep breath, and Eddie braces himself. He can take whatever you give him, will shoulder any insults you hurl and forgive you for it the second it's over.
But your shoulders slump. You let out a heavy sigh.
And he knows he can't take that.
"I'm really, really tired, Eddie," —you won't even look him in the eyes when you say it, sliding the window open again,—"see you tomorrow?"
But Eddie doesn't see you for two whole days.
That's a fucking record.
He thought you might need space, you know. So he gave you Saturday to cool off, kicked around at the trailer and gave Wayne vague answers about why you weren't around and ignoring the look in the old man's eyes. Listening to sad records and getting high and trying not to stare at your smile in all the photos plastered on his wall.
Sunday, Eddie drove by your house with the volume all the way up on your favorite Rolling Stones album, windows down while he idled at the curb. There was a twitch in the curtains, but you weren't there to shout at him for all the noise before climbing in on the passenger side.
Eddie knocked at your door this morning, hoping at least you’d want a ride to school. Your mom opened it with a sad little frown, telling him you’d already taken your bike.
And really, the two days have only ended on a technicality. Eddie sees you right now, reading a book with your head bent low, sitting at the far end of another table.
"Hey—" Eddie twitches when the flying french fry lands against his cheek with a wet slap— "are you gonna go talk to her, or did you just wanna stare?"
Mike laughs at his own joke, and the other guys giggles along.
Eddie's used to the ribbing. He's never minded it—when you're not around. Kind of enjoyed it a little. Even with his heated cheeks and stammered shut ups that completely gave him away, he needed somebody to acknowledge what he was feeling. It made it more real.
But Eddie's not in the mood for jokes today. And he doesn't need anybody to remind him that he's in way over his head with you.
He shoots the freshmen a look that works just as well as throwing a hand over their mouths—without the risk of being licked—and brushes the potato chunks from his hair while the rest of Hellfire pick timidly at their lunches.
And Eddie goes back to staring.
This time, though, you're staring back.
He meets your eyes. Just for a second, wide with surprise before you snap your head back in the direction of your book, tucking your nose between the pages. Doesn't matter how quick you were though. Eddie caught the look you were giving him.
And his heart is beating hard, like it did on the day he first met you. His limbs all staticky and weird, palms sweating because even from the first second he knew you existed he's wondered what kissing you would feel like and the question never left his head.
Eddie's on his feet before he can think about how bad of an idea this is.
"Hey," Dustin calls to him through a mouthful of square pizza, "what're you doing?"
Eddie just shrugs.
"Probably something stupid."
You can see Eddie's long legs moving in your direction from the corner of your eye, and your stomach drops out of your ass like a dip on a roller coaster in the dark and you can't see the end. He says something to the guys—his lips are moving—but you can't make it out over the sound of the cafeteria rumble, the chatter of the other girls sitting at the same table as you, talking animatedly about all the dates they went on over the weekend and completely ignoring your presence.
You dip your head closer to the pages of your book, so close all the words blur together, trying to hide from Eddie like you've been hiding the past few days. You shouldn't have even glanced in his direction, should have let the burn of his presence so close and still too far away swallow you up.
It’s getting hotter with every step he takes toward you, and you’re getting smaller, body tight and your lips caught between your teeth.
He slides quietly into the seat beside you, fingers drumming against the table, and the sound feels louder now that the girls have quieted down, not-so-sneakily listening in on whatever's about to go down between you and Eddie—hungry like sharks for any new gossip, ready to spread the nitty-gritty about why the freaks are fighting.
Eddie dips his head down, eyes big and already so sorry it feels like a punch to the gut.
"Hey," he whispers, trying to smile and failing miserably, "come here often?"
You try to smile back, but it's not much better. "Hey, Eds."
It's quiet, but not the comfortable kind of quiet you're used to around Eddie. It's a hot and sweaty quiet, a trapped-in-a-car kind of summer burn that makes your lungs go shallow.
Eddie perks up, the first words he can think of spilling out of his mouth.
"The guys were thinking about going to the record store after school. Would you wanna come?"
You wouldn't have thought for a second about refusing an invite like that a week ago. Heaven was nothing compared to wandering around a music store with Eddie.
"I don't know if I can today," you say instead, and then when you see the look of hurt on his face, you soften the blow with, "I gotta go to the library for some . . . stuff."
He hums. "Stuff?"
You shrug, playing with the pages of your book. If you're quiet enough, maybe he'll give up.
But he doesn't go anywhere. His hands stay planted on the table, silent and still for once. The black nail polish is almost completely chipped off his nails—probably picked off and littered all over the linoleum.
Eddie's voice is a whisper when he breaks the silence. "Are we gonna talk about it?"
"About what, Eds?"
"Why you're so mad at me . . ."
You've seen Eddie through a lot of shit, but you've never seen a look like this on him—eyes like saucers and brimming with shiny tears.
And you thought being in love with him was rough, but hurting him is a thousand times worse.
"I'm not mad at you, Eddie," you admit, hiding your eyes in the palms of your hands and pressing down until you see stars, "it's just . . ."
You don't get to finish your sentence.
Valerie's calling Eddie's name from across the whole fucking cafeteria. You watch her waving, standing on her tip-toes like she's not the only place in the room anybody can look, like every facet of her doesn't already scream give me attention!
Eddie sandwiches his lips together, pressing until they turn white. You're not going to like whatever he has to say next.
So you slip the dagger from his fingers, standing from the table. He can't hurt you if you hurt yourself first on his behalf.
"Actually, we can talk about this later," you tell him, slipping your bag on over your shoulder.
"Hey—"
There's sparks in your hand where he holds you, an eruption of butterflies in your stomach. It's just your hand in his, but that's all it takes for you to forget yourself, eyes caught on his soft mouth and pink tongue.
Valerie's approaching. You can see her stalking toward you over Eddie's shoulder. There's no room for vulnerability within a mile radius of her. You've got to get away before she sees all the softest parts of you exposed and decides to go for the jugular.
The door's within reach when the room goes quiet. Quiet enough Eddie doesn't even have to raise his voice when he says your name.
He's no stranger to standing on tables, but it's the first time you've seen him look so awkward, hands swinging at his sides in tight fists.
"I- I think I might be in love with you," Eddie says, "and I'm really, really sorry."
There's a chorus of ooooooooooohs from the audience, and maybe a few confused whispers from all the people who passively assumed you were already dating. Then all eyes are on you, waiting.
It's too fucking hot in this room, and your vision's starting to blur at the edges, feeling like you're on a stage and you can't remember the next line after Eddie's verbal punch to your gut.
You mumble a sound, falling backwards through the door and into the safety of the hallway.
Eddie's down off the table as soon as you disappear from the cafeteria, totally ignorant to the laughter and the jeers from all the dickheads watching.
Valerie's in his line of sight when he hits the ground.
"That was weird," she says, and Eddie can't tell if she's purposefully getting in his way, or if she's just got that aura of somebody who could tackle you to the ground but would never bother because she doesn't have to. "I mean I always knew she was a freak but—"
"Fuck off."
Eddie really would like to get into it more with her, maybe mention that he's been up-charging Valerie every time she mentioned your name, or that half the stuff he's been selling her was mixed with ten-year old spices from the cupboard above the oven.
There's more noise, but nobody else trying to get in his way, the path clear all the way to the door.
It's quiet in the hallway, and that alone leaves Eddie disoriented, swinging his head wildly, unsure which way you went.
"I'm down here."
You're on the floor a few feet away, head rested back against one of the lockers, and all of the bad shit goes away. It's that simple—like a light-switch—Eddie's panicked, and then he's not.
You're looking up at him with a soft kind of smile, despite the tight look in your eyes and sheen over your skin.
He slides down to the floor, long legs stretched out into the empty hall, shoes leaving little scuff marks across the linoleum.
"I'm sorry,"—you tell him as soon as he hits the ground, "about, you know. It was just, um, a lot."
"Don't be," he laughs, "that wasn't the smartest idea I've ever had."
The smartest idea he ever had was talking to you that first day, snatching you up before anybody else could.
Your tongue snakes out from between your lips, and Eddie has to physically hold himself back from tasting you. Your eyes dropped to his lap, your voice is small when you ask, "did you mean it?"
"Yeah, honey,"—probably should've kept the nickname to himself— "meant every word."
He's about to mumble something like, but if you don't feel the same it's totally fine, even though it definitely wouldn't be, when your head drops onto his shoulder.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't know . . . just felt like a personal problem."
You laugh, and the sound shakes through him.
"I dunno, Eds. You being in love with me kinda sounds like something that I'd wanna know."
"I'll keep that in mind, for next time," he whispers. You're looking up at him with those big, soft eyes, breath pillowing against his face.
"It's the same for me," you tell him, "in case you were wondering."
In all the time Eddie's thought about kissing you, he never imagined it happening like this—on the floor with somebody's combination lock digging into his back. With your hands in his hair and the dull roar of the lunchroom somewhere nearby and his thumb tracing along your jaw and you smiling against his lips.
He was definitely missing out.
There's the metal clank of the door, and a chorus of footsteps somewhere down the hall. Eddie recognizes Dustin's voice.
"Oh my god, dude. Fucking finally."
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Jumping on the general Lilia - concubine wagon, what about a concubine!reader who desperately needs a child to solidify their standing in the harem? But they struggle to have one with the 🙄 king (side effects of having a harem) so who else could they turn to? (General Lilia would not turn down the offer for sure) And what's more satisfying than a child of fae posing as a royal and claiming the throne of those stupid human? Perfect plan!
....well then. This started with the idea of being, what? 900 words at best? It's like over 2k now AHAHAH so I'm sorry this is very late but i tried my best to be the horniest possible I could be to write this so it could be the very best smut everyone deserves for this au since the love I received. In fact, I want to say thank you to my hormones for bein-
ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: Bad English, SMUT, 18+ (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DON’T INTERACT), AU, Breeding Kink, AFAB Reader (body parts but not really pronouns?), General Lilia stuff, Porn with plot?, Dom Character, A bit of jealous and possessive Lilia?, Concubine Reader, Creampie, Dirty Talk, Cheating???, Hard Dom Characters, Harem mention, A bit of choking, Probably OOC Lilia sorry, Two times where I say "whore" meant to the reader whops, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! Please if you like my work don't forget to reblog/interact with me♡ Minors, ageless, blank blogs, and silent readers will get blocked if interact with me.
➳ Pair: General Lilia Vanrouge x Concubine Reader (TWST)
Words Count: 2,245
⤠ Chapter II ⤟ TWST Masterlist ⤠ First General Lilia and Concubine Reader ⤟
“Are you utterly insane?”
“Look, if I had any other possibilities I wouldn't ask for your help!” you can see his eye twitching at the word 'other possibilities' but you are too annoyed to care and tease him for it. “I'm asking your help because I need it, we need it, Lilia. For our plan. Think about it.”
He knows you are right- a child with the king would be a good way to solidify your power and status inside the harem and in the eyes of the king and other nobles, other than giving him another heir, a bastard one sure, but still an heir. And considering how easily humans die, especially infants, the king does have only one heir... That doesn't mean Lilia likes the idea or approves of it, no. Rationally it's the best plan, but emotionally? Pft.
However, what you have come to talk to him about isn’t about your future pregnancy, or to tell him about the so great news, it’s the fact that you can’t have it. Not with the human king at least. And it wasn’t surprising considering how the human king got barely his queen pregnant two times and none of his other concubines, that could give you even better power and status if only you got pregnant with the king heir.
Or, well, you could pretend.
“It’s still too dangerous of a plan.”
“What, worried about me?”
This time it's Lilia's turn to loudly sigh, his face contorting into pure annoyance as red eyes glare at your snickering figure, not even trying to hide your laugh from him.
“I worry about my intel, yes.” he corrects you, Lilia's arms crossing over his chest while he looks at you with his usual cold, icy expression. “This plan has plenty of holes and multiple ways that could do wrong, if it weren’t for how much we would gain by it I would have already told you no.”
“I know, I know. It’s a risky gamble but please Lilia, you need to understand” you beg, desperately trying to get your point across into that bat-thick skull. “I won’t be his favourite forever, there will be someone else who is as good as me, maybe even better. Prettier. Humans change ideas, they get tired of their old toys. But he can’t forget me with a child, he won’t throw me away. Think about the possibilities at least, about our revenge. You need me.”
You didn’t want to beg or to seem so desperate, but your patience was getting thinner by the minute. You understood Lilia's point of view, keeping things as they are now isn’t really a bad thing, but why not go for more? More power, more security. More possibility of revenge. How fun would it be to have to the throne a fae instead of a human, without anyone knowing? It would be hilarious.
In all truth, Lilia didn’t need all this convincing or desperation to have sex with you. To get you pregnant even (although the idea of being a father is...). He always wanted to sleep with you, although he tried his best to not even acknowledge his strong feelings about it. Lilia always acted like the general he is: cold, distant, scary, he wanted to be that with you. The cold, distant general he is with his subordinates, but he just can't, not with you. Your relationship was supposed to be purely professional: you get him the intel he wants while he offers protection and help to get revenge on the humans. That was it. Nothing more.
But now you were begging for his cock to fill you up like a common whore? How bold.
“You must be so desperate to have a good fuck if you are begging me to impregnate you... But I won’t complain. Fine, let's do your stupid plan, happy?” it’s all he says before crushing his lips on yours, his need for your body finally getting the best of him. It’s a messy kiss; his sharp teeth slightly cut your bottom lip making it bleed into the kiss, his tongue going to lick it off with a smirk as he separates from your lips.
Lilia hands go to your hips, slowly pushing you against the bed frame as his lips focus on your neck, licking and biting, starting to rip off your poor dress off your body with no care about it, just wanting to get it off now. Especially since it smelled like someone else man, but it can be quickly fixed.
“Ehi! That’s—” you try to complain, but it dies down with a breathy moan when his finger finds your clit, rubbing it slowly just to see your reaction with a smackable smirk on his face. Oh, he's so enjoying how easily you react to him, you are so cute he wants to eat you up now.
“I have barely touched you and you already moaning...” if it weren't for how good he was making you feel, you would have slapped the smirk and condescending tone from him. “I almost pity you... Does he even care about your pleasure?” he pushes you fully into the bed, letting it creek under his weight, finally getting off some piece of armature. “Does he make you cum? Mh? Does he?”
You shake your head while watching him strip in front of you, to go around with that armature all day you are surprised his is surprisingly tiny; not many muscles visible on his pale skin, but you don’t doubt that he’s much stronger than he looks.
“Enough with the staring now.” He says chuckling at you, his hands now on your boobs, pinching and squeezing it with a smirk on his face when a breathy moan comes out from your mouth. “We are supposed to make the next heir of that god-forsaken kingdom, no? Or maybe you would like to stare at me more...” He chuckles against your lips, his hand pinching your nipple to make you gasp so his tongue can dance with yours in a lustful, full needy kiss.
As you are too focused on the kiss, into how sweet and delicate Lilia's lips are, you barely notice his free hand going to adjusting your clothing so your pussy is ready for him to see, to devour.
“Such a needy thing...” Lilia says after breaking the kiss, a bit of saliva comes out that connects the two of you “So desperate for every little touch I can give you, and oh, I can give you plenty...” he mutters between his breath, clearly too focused on your now exposed pussy to actually think about what hes saying, his finger goes back to your clit, squeezing it slightly and rub it making you moan much louder now, the wetness already all over his hand.
“O-oh, Lilia... P, please! Please, mm.. just fuck me already...!” you beg between moans, his fingers now teasing your entrance slowly, making you shiver in anticipation.
“Patience. Unlike with someone else, you will need a bit of preparation to take me.” Lilia blocks himself and locks his eyes on yours, a smirk appearing on his face before he adds clearly more excited than before “Or would you like that? Uh? Perhaps I misjudged you, and you are a masochist? I know I would like that. So?”
Your face feels like burning now and, if it wasn’t enough, you could feel yourself getting wetter and clutching on nothing over his words, something obviously Lilia had to notice, much to your dismay.
“Oh you do like that, you nasty freak.” He laughs, so condescending and mean, as his hands leave your cunt bare and go to free his dick out of his underwear. “Although with how wet you already I bet you didn’t need much preparation anyway...”
Lilia's calloused and strong hands go to your hips pushing it against his, and you feel his dick pass slightly against your entrance, you gasp in surprise, eyes looking at his red ones with desperation and need. He was so deliciously big.
“Look at you... What do you want? Do tell me and I might give it to you.”
He’s so mean you want to say but the words die in your mouth as Lilia starts rubbing himself against you, his tip dangerously close to your entrance. All you can do is rub against him further, moaning and begging for him to fill you up like a desperate whore.
“Just... Just please Lilia, ple, please... I want you to get me pregnant... Please...” you sob, eyes already full of tears as you look at him, puppy eyes and everything. Dignity and honour be damned, you needed his dick inside of you now.
And, no matter how much he wanted to tease you about how needy, desperate, and week you seemed, the truth is that he’s just as needy and desperate to be inside you as you are so he wastes no time and pushes his dick all in, giving you no chance to adjust to his length with a teasing smirk on his face, watching your reaction with a somewhat sadistic glee on his eyes.
“Fuck, so tight... Do you want to get breed that badly?” Lilia laughs as he slowly pulls out almost all his dick, leaving only the tip before pushing it all back in with a loud wet sound. “Ohh, seems like you do... Well then. To work.”
Lilia's thrusts are fast and deep, making you feel all of his big cock inside of you with its veins, sweet and incredibly loud moans coming out from your mouth as easy as breathing. It was your first time with Lilia, but he was so good, he picked out all your weak spots so fast, like he already knew, like he imagined what specific spots would make you moan.
You were already embarrassingly close to cumming, your cunt tightening around Lilia's length and your wetness completely ruining the covers underneath you and sticking to his thighs with every wet thrust of his hips against yours. It was so gross, so fucking perfect.
“How many times do you think it would take?” he says, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and kissing your skin with a surprisingly soft and gentle touch you didn't expect. “To make our baby? Maybe we should do this every night until we are sure... With me cumming lots inside of you, until you can’t keep it inside of you...” he whimpers in your ear, biting it slightly with his sharp teeth making you slightly bleed from it.
“Oh, please please Lilia... I’m so close...” you moan so sweetly, so loudly just for him it makes his dick twitch. You look so cute when he’s the one making you scream, mouth with a bit of saliva coming out, hair all messed up, and tears coming out from your clouded lust eyes.
“Please what?” Lilia puts his hands around your neck and putting some pressure into it making you slightly choke on your moans and big, scared yet horny eyes looking at him with confusion and somewhat excitement. “Use your big words and maybe I will give it to you”
“Mmm... Just please, please Lilia... I, I—Fuck, I want to cum please! I'm so close!” you wanted to die in a hole because of how much desperate and needy you sounded but at this point, with how close you were to your orgasm, you didn’t care. You felt it, the knot in your stomach being so delicious and close to ripping it was making you delirious.
“Mh.” his cold scarlet eyes watch over your figure, studying you, probably enjoying just how desperate you truly were because of him, of his touch. “Fine, since you asked so nicely and were good... But I won’t be this nice next time” he scoffs, his finger going to play with clit while he purposely hits your g spot until your legs start to shake.
And you cum, embarrassingly so, with a loud moan and your hands scratching Lilia's forearms to ground yourself as your walls tight around his dick, making him cum deep inside you soon after, with his now faster and sloppy thrust hitting your cervix time and time again, painting your walls white, before slowly stopping.
Instead of leaving like you supposed he would, he stays with you; holding you close and letting you come off your high with a surprisingly gentleness to his touch, as if hes your actual lover who just had sex with instead of a... Colleague. Perhaps. But still. Lilia isn’t supposed to make you feel like butterfly in your stomach or some shit like that just because he so nicely kissed your temple, waiting for you to recover. No, no. You just must get pregnant once and this whole deal is over, nothing more. Nothing less.
“Fufufu, I certainly did a number on you...” he laughs watching your fuck out figure, taking his soft dick out of your cunt, watching as his cum comes out from your abused whole and pushing it back in with a finger, smirking as you let out a whine of overstimulation.
“Go back to him with my cum and my baby inside of you, I want to know if he figures out what you did... But I doubt it, dumb as he is. And, ah... Do tell me, does he blow your mind like I just did?”
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