YES YES YES REBEL PUNZ PLEASEEEE I NEED IT FOR SCIENCE PLEASEEEE
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pairing: rebel!Punz x fm!reader
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warnings: smut (18+), pure filth basically, language, blood, fighting, illegal activities, degradation, praise, domination, spanking, etc.
playlists: Rebel!Punz, EDGERS
The basement was only accessible through one door which was stationed at the back of Technoโs motorcycle shop. The door was bolted from the inside, only to be unlocked after the murmuring of a password known by word of mouth.
Behind the door was a flight of stairs going downward. The walls are reminiscent of walking through a damp tunnel, the air hanging thick, smelling of rotting soil and burning leaves. A man stationed on one of the landings would open the door at the end of the staircase and then move back upstairs as one would continue through the dark hallway, faintly hearing the sounds of men shouting. Finally, the last entryway and the gateway into a different universe: two double doors made of decaying wood.
The hinges always creaked when pried opened, giving the illusion that the basement was nothing more than storage, yet through those doors laid a bustling room of cockroaches and their bookies. Men in all shapes and sizes, in suits and sweatpants, with elaborate hairstyles and hats clustered around a giant roped-off area in the center of the basement.
Ritual followers of the activities referred to it as the Ring.
The dingy atmosphere of expensive cologne and cigar smoke was a trip back in the twenties when similar tactics were just for the high of living. Underground matches are like alcohol during the prohibition and the Ring was the modern-day speakeasy.
And thatโs where you were, swimming in the stale fog of cigar smoke and sweaty bodies as you scored percentages into your small notebook, taking the bribes as cash was handed to you. The men with the expensive appearances always flaunted their exaggerated statistics, testing your knowledge about the Ring as if they werenโt facilitating some kind of kill match. They treated you as if you were the equivalent of a cigarette girl when in reality, you held their fortunes in your hand and controlled the fate of the fight.
You were Technoโs eyes, ears, and author. He would observe from afar, crossing his arms over his chest as you eyed Punz, telling him which way to fix the fight to make Techno the most money. Punz was completely attuned to you, his light eyes trained to search for your mild quirks and subtle hints as you pretended to add up the odds. Regretfully, it was a losing night against an outside competitor.
Punz drew in a sharp breath as you chewed the inside of your cheek, barely instructing him. You flashed him four of your fingers, knowing full-well that Techno was guaranteed at least a $10,000 payout if Punz let the competitor wail on him for that long. You always preferred the nights when you could nod for him to flatten the challenger in under two rounds, but nights like tonight left your stomach in knots.
You rolled the sleeves of your white button-up shirt, your suit jacket hanging on a fold-out chair nearest to Techno as you continued to work the floor. As you walked the perimeter, your gaze glued to Punz, who was wrapping white tape around his knuckles and watching you. You knew that his heavy-handed approach in the first few rounds would leave the protection in nothing but white tatters, peeling away from his butchered skin.
His lip was still busted from the match a few days prior, cheekbone tinted with a purple hue and eyes set tired to avoid giving away the adrenaline you knew was pulsing through his body. His hand flexed against the tape, giving him more motion. Your sights settled on the healing cut that divided his eyebrow, the memory of seeing Dreamโs ring cut into Punzโs face making your blood boil.
You liked to stand on the opposite end of the make-shift ring from Punz. There were days when you wished you werenโt some kind of conductor for the underground matches, mainly so you could cheer on your lover like the rest of the spectators.
But alas, you were the puppeteer and Punz was your obedient marionette.
The fight began with the ringing of an ancient-looking shift bell, Punz stepping back on the balls of his feet as his opponent remained defensive. Punz rolled his eyes, sights flashing to you before moving to land the first blow; a heavy shot to the manโs side. You crossed your arms, nodding as if to tell him he only needed to lose by a hair.
At your direction the fight became bloodier, knuckles cracking against bone and rib cages, drawing the crimson streams of life from their bodies. In an ideal world where Punz was fighting for his own mercy and not the money bags of his boss, Punz would have wasted the opposing man, smiling as he did so.
Punz always seemed to gain stamina the more he was battered, thriving off of the blood pooling in his teeth or streaming down the side of his head. In bare-knuckle matches, he was almost unrecognizable in his blood lust.
The bell chimed again, the rounds moving quicker as Punz pretended to be worn out from the weaker jabs of his competitor. You chuckled to yourself, a smirk settling on your lips as he rolled his shoulders. His expression tilted towards you, seemingly noticing your amusement as he fought not to grin himself.
Punz launched his fist into his opponentโs face, blood gushing instantly from the manโs nose as Punz hammered another blow into his torso. The man retaliated by driving his elbow into Punzโs stomach before throwing his knuckles into Punzโs jaw. Punzโs t-shirt clung to his sweat-drenched body, the thought of peeling him out of those clothes later in the night made your skin prickle with goosebumps. His messy hair and concentrated eyes were allusions of unadulterated sin as he brushed the back of his hand over his mouth, wiping away the thread of blood trickling down his chin from his re-busted lip.
Punz knew to wear down, letting the man knock him against the ropes, Punzโs light eyes looking up at you with nearly a breath between the two of you. โGood boy,โ you stated, only loud enough for him to hear. His eyebrow quirked at your words to combat the cocky grin wanting to break through his tough faรงade with your praise. He stood up straighter and submitted to losing as his competitor landed another punch.
After the fight, you indulged in the sound of your heels clicking against the staircase as you moved back up to the shop, the area quiet and desolate after the cockroaches had scampered away back into their crevices. You turned, starting down the long hallway towards the locker room, grabbing the First Aid kit off the wall on your way. The envelope of money felt heavy in your hand, its manilla coloring almost too obvious against your suited attire.
You pushed the door open with your foot, peering down one of the rows of lockers before spotting Punz, yawning slightly as he pulled off his shirt, revealing various old-style tattoos that matched the ones painted across his knuckles. Whenever you saw him in this state, you silently thanked George for his hours of work and steady hand.
Punzโs eyes perked up as you entered the room; the familiar sight of you ready to patch up his wounds brought a content smile to his bruised features. โHowโd I do, dove?โ He coaxed looking up at you as he sat on the dividing bench. His voice was raspy and deep from exhaustion.
You gave him a small smile, tossing your jacket on the other side of him and taking his face in your hand, pressing your lips against his briefly. Your nose brushed his as you placed a kiss on his cheek. โSo good,โ you hummed. He moved to straddle the bench as you sat in front of him, digging into the aid kit.
Before you could even start in on his wounds, his hands were snaking up your legs to grip your thighs, pulling you closer to him on the bench. You propped your knee against his, taking one of his hands and dabbing away the dried blood on his knuckles as he dug his face into the crook of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin as he took in your scent, his lips pressing against your neck before he unclasped the top few buttons of your shirt. His other hand moved to press against your freshly exposed skin, teeth nibbling at your ear lobe.
You let out a quiet giggle at his antics, moving your head to brush against his cheek and shrug him off. โCut it out. Youโll distract me,โ you muttered, stifling the obvious grin in your tone.
He let out a low chuckle, moving your hair out of the way before settling in the crook of your neck again, hand moving to wrap around your waist and draw you closer. โThereโs no way. Youโre too stubborn,โ he jested, his stubble tickling your chest as he nibbled at the sensitive skin on your throat.
Once you finished with his hands, you moved onto his face, tending to the small cuts and scrapes. Punz continued his own form of clean-up as he pressed his lips against the inside of your wrist. You knew he was coming off of his fight high and you were waiting on him to rag you about wincing during some of the harder hits. He got off on the idea that your calm and indifferent surface cracked when it came to him.
His hands hooked around the back of your knees, tugging you practically into his lap as you rolled your eyes. His fingers untucked your shirt, slipping between the material and your skin as his lips traveled the length of your jaw. His blunt nails raked down your back, his neediness unmasked by the slight roll of his hips against yours.
You dropped what you were working on, running your fingers into his blond hair as he moaned against your skin. You moved your legs to wrap around his waist, letting him grip onto your hips and press you against his body. He sealed his lips against yours, hungrily kissing you with a groan. You tugged on his hair, his tongue slipping into your mouth.
His fingers unbuttoned the rest of your shirt, slipping it off your shoulders as your teeth moved to dig into his shoulder. His hands moved to tug your pants down your thighs. You pushed him back against the bench, balancing yourself on his lap as you settled his hands on your thighs, leaning down to kiss him again.
He gripped onto your hips, driving you to grind against him, a moan of his hand slipping through your lips in praise. Your fingers raked down his chest as you ground your hips against him, making him bite his lips to keep himself quiet.
He pushed himself into you, making you groan as you adjusted to his size, hungry for more friction. As you rolled your hips, his hands moved to your chest. You pulled his arm towards you, pressing your lips to the tattoo across his wrist in your handwriting. "You did so well tonight, baby," you cooed, earning a moan from him at your praise. "I'm so proud of you."
You leaned down, swallowing his lustful noises and you pressing your lips against his as you thrust against him. The tension from the night and the sight of him submitting to you completely.
His head tipped back against the wood, his hips swirling against yours as his mouth opened with a slight whimper. You clenched around him, feeling him throb inside of you. You bit back a smile, watching how easy it was to get him off as his cheeks flushed, a lazy grin on his face as you moved on top of him. "Fuck look how much you want me," you mocked, his hands moving to dig into your hips.
His brows furrowed as he mumbled your name, making you pick up your pace. "Shit, don't stop," he nearly begged.
You curled your hips, leaning down to press your lips to his neck. "You deserve it, my good boy," you husked, tongue flattening against his collarbone as he moaned at the feeling.
He pushed himself to sit up, giving you a new angle as you drove him deeper into you, thrusting against his body and tugging at his hair. He dug his face into the crook of your neck, quietly pleading out your name as if he were confessing his sins to you.
His coarse hands dug into your back, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as your head fell back, moaning about how good he was making you feel.
It didn't take long for him to finish, his hot seed spreading between your legs as he groaned darkly in your ear. You combed your fingers through his hair, letting him roll his hips against yours and ride out his high.
Dream kicked his feet up on Technoโs desk, popping a few jelly beans in his mouth from his position on the other side of Sapnap, the bone tattoos on his fingers making you slightly grateful for Punz's ink choices. Sapnap leaned his head back against the edge of his chair, closing his eyes tiredly as you crossed your legs, flipping through one of the magazines that Techno had stacked in the corner of his office. Punz flexed his hands, still sore from the previous nightโs fight, as he watched your skirt ride up your thighs a few centimeters.
The office was silent between the four of you, waiting for the man in charge after heโd called all of you in for an โemergency meeting.โ Punz looked over your shoulder at what you were reading and you angled yourself to share the magazine with him, trying to ignore the tension he was building between the two of you as his thigh brushed yours.
The bag of jelly beans in Dreamโs pocket made shuffling noises as he moved closer to whisper something to Sapnap, making him chuckle softly. The door swung open, sending the four of you on your feet as Technoโs secretary rattled off what was on his docket for the day. He ran his fingers through his short pink hair, eyes zoning out slightly as he took a seat behind his desk before thanking the woman and sending her on her way. He motioned for all of you to sit.
โMy anxiety is through the roof, I just need to know if Iโm in trouble first, Tech,โ Dream started in, making Punzโs eyes roll and you to let out a small laugh.
Techno began to feather through some of the papers on his desk, pulling on his glasses. His t-shirt flexed against his muscular arms. You were surprised to see him in casual clothes in the middle of the week, but you figured he had plans with Sapnap after the meeting. โNo, youโre fine, Dream.โ
Dream chewed on one of the jelly beans. โAre you sure, because I canโt figure out why Iโd be in here. Like, Iโm just,โ he paused, leaning forward to look at you before snapping his fingers a few times searching for a word. โWhat do you call it?โ
You scoffed. โA floater. Snap at me again and Iโll break your dick off,โ you bit, making Punz subtly cover his mouth to conceal his grin.
Dream winked at you. โSounds like one hell of a handjob,โ he quipped back without missing a beat.
โDream, shut the fuck up,โ Sapnap sighed, looking at Techno as if to urge him to continue. Dream snickered at Sapnap.
Techno cleared his throat. โOkay, now that thatโs out of our system,โ he pulled a page from the stack. โDream, Iโm giving you more matches to take some of the weight off of Punz.โ
You tilted your head. โWhat?โ Technoโs gaze shifted to you as if commanding you to elaborate. โPunz makes you the most money out of all of them. Youโre losing profit with Dream.โ You werenโt going to sit idly by and let your lover get knocked down a peg. Especially, not for Dream to step up in his place.
Techno nodded. โIt looks bad on my part if one of my fighters dies in the middle of a match though, doesnโt it?โ
โItโs illegal underground fighting. He knows the risks-โ Punz reached over to cover your mouth.
He sighed. โThat sounds fine. No less than three a week, though.โ
Dream let out a low whistle. โDamn, she let you borrow your balls just for this?โ
Punz turned his head to him, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. โHmmm. What does that bracelet say, sweet boy?โ Sapnap laughed at Punzโs comment, making Dream punch his arm. Techno shook his head at all of you, settling his glasses on top of his head, pushing his bangs out of his eyes.
โYou guys are all simps,โ Techno murmured to end the discussion. โSapnap, I have a new model I want you to test out. Punz, Iโm leaving the shop to the two of you while Iโm gone.โ He gestured between you and Punz before tilting his head to Dream. โI mean this with the utmost respect but, go mutilate your body or something at Georgeโs. I donโt trust you and Punz in the same room for more than ten minutes.โ
You snorted and Dream shrugged at his words. As you all stood to leave, Sapnap and Techno began to discuss his new car modifications. โHey, Dream. Can you get my name?โ You teased and he pinched your cheek.
โRight above my ass because I know youโll be staring at it anyway,โ he jested. Punz moved to stand behind Technoโs desk, flipping through his account book. His knuckle tattoos flexed as his fingers searched for a specific tab.
You sighed. โFinally, Iโll have something to look at,โ you countered, biting back a smirk. Dream mocked a pained expression before heading out the door. You turned back to Punz, walking behind Technoโs desk as well, your hands running along his black jacket. โYouโre quiet today,โ you muttered, fingers looping through his thin silver chain to draw it from beneath his shirt. Youโd bought it for him for your anniversary a few years prior.
He turned towards you, his deadpan look sending shivers down your spine as his hand wrapped around your wrist. โYou think I canโt defend myself?โ He dared, eyes flickering with lust and heat as he looked at you. His hand moved to hold your chin, your breath hitching as his lips threatened to brush against yours. โI have half a mind to teach you a lesson for that.โ His voice was mellow and low as he spoke to you, making your ears burn red.
His thumb moved to brush against your lip, your mouth opening to take his digit between your teeth almost instinctively. There was no way any of the guys would take you seriously if they knew how whipped you actually were for Punz, which was most of the reason why he let you lead when you were around them.
The other half of him liked when you were scary and in charge.
Punz knocked you against the desk, your torso hitting the wood as you bit back a giggle, gripping onto the edge of the wood as he kicked your legs apart. โSpeaking for me like youโre my master,โ he jabbed, pushing your skirt further up your waist and grinding against you. He tsked as you moaned, pressing your cheek to the grain, shoving Technoโs pen display to the side.
He gripped the collar of your shirt, snapping a few of your buttons. โChrist, Luke,โ you moaned, voice uneven and out of breath. โIโm gonna run out of shirts,โ you barely whined.
His lips pressed against your shoulder, nose moving to brush against behind your ear. โAre you complaining, pet?โ He hissed, hand settling on the edge beside your own, grinding his hips against yours. You shook your head violently, making him lean off you. The sound of his belt dropping to the floor behind you made your head spin, your knees weak.
His hand brushed over your waistband, dipping below your skirt and smacking the curve of your ass. You whimpered at the impact, heart racing as your body throbbed for his attention. "Filthy slut. You like when I punish you, don't you?" Punz chided, pressing his knee between your legs and knotting his fingers into your hair. You rolled back against his thigh almost as if by instinct, hungry for his antics.
His palm smacked you again, gripping onto the sensitive, burning skin with his strong hand as if it were a trophy for him. Truth be told, you were his trophy, especially when you gave in like you were.
As you heard his zipper, your face flushed, gripping onto the wood as you readied yourself, submitting to Punz's mercy with a grin on your face.
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