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a/n: as much as i wish i did, i do not own descendants or any of these characters. i do take requests though!

this chapter is a bit mature. **

CH 3. Whipped (2)

It was a Saturday morning on the Isle. Most villains were up and early, eager to trick someone into buying their used brooms or possibly poisoned coffee. But a certain two weren't up… In fact they were laying in a bed— together.

What woke Evie was the tightening grip around her torso and tickling breathe on her neck. It would've startled her if it were anyone else, but she knew it was Jay. As thoughts of the night before flooded through her mind, a small smile tugged at her lips.

It was late when he came by, maybe around 1 o'clock in the morning. The secret code of taps and thumps on her window had woken her up.

At first they talked, Jay vented about his day and how his dad nearly chopped off his hands for not bringing enough. They sat on her bed, Evie crisscrossed between his legs, her fingers drawing patterns in his hands.

Usually when the two were together, it was Jay who talked and Evie listened. She was attentive and soothed him whenever he spoke about touchy subjects like his father. Soft kisses to his jaw, her hands caressing his… those would make him feel so much better.

After their talk, they spent the night together. Evie on top and Jay gripping her hips, with his jaw clenched shut, struggling to not make a sound. They then switched positions. Jay in between her legs, his lips brushing against her neck and Evie's eyes shut as she bit her bottom lip, her fingernails claiming his back.

Later, they laid together. Evie on her back and Jay with an arm around her waist. But throughout the night, their positioning changed, where Evie's rear was flushed against Jay's front— or the other way around.

They liked it this way, a secret relationship, shielded from the greedy eyes of the Isle. Though the two would never call it dating… if anyone asked, the Princess of the Isle was simply using him for her own pleasures, or the son of Jafar was simply stealing everything he could from the 'wealthy' princess of the slums.

Evie would've been glad to stay in her bed with Jay, but the brutal reminder of her mother's presence downstairs shook her to reality. "Jay! Jay!" She whispered harshly shoving him awake, feeling a twinge of guilt for disrupting his peaceful state.

Jay squirmed, his dark eyes squinting before they focused on her. How does she manage to look good in mornings too? Her midnight blue hair tousled, falling in a curly mass around her face. Her dark lashes framing her cocoa brown eyes. Her dusty red, swollen lips forming words that he wasn't exactly hearing. His musing was interrupted when she called his name again. "What? What?" He grunted as she shoved him harder.

"You need to leave, like right now." She urged. "My mom's gonna kill the both of us."

"Ah, shit." He cursed, pushing himself off the bed to get his things.

Evie did the same, tossing him his shoes and pants, which he caught with ease. As he put on his clothes he couldn't help but watch as Evie got dressed. "Man, I'd be sooo okay waking up to a naked you every morning." Jay groaned, his gaze shamelessly raking over her body. The bluenette rolled her eyes, a small smirk tugging at her lips.

"If we get caught, you'll never have the pleasure of seeing me naked ever again." She purred as she pulled on her nightgown.

"Oh, come on princess. You mean to tell me that the thought of getting caught doesn't turn you on at all?" He smiled slyly, winking at her as his zipped up his pants. Evie chuckled quietly, meeting his smoldering gaze with one of her own while sauntering towards him. She slid her middle fingers into his belt loops, effectively pulling him closer.

"Nope." She murmured, before pressing her lips on the dark hickey on his neck. She couldn't have any of the Gothel sisters thinking he was available, could she? She pulled away slowly and her fingertips traced patterns on his bare chest.

Jay was already looking at her, mesmerized by her looks as always. So when her eyes met his, his heart did a thing. He tried his best to play it cool, to look as nonchalant as she did but, then she bit her lip. And that droze him crazy. Her gaze darted from his eyes to his lips, and he found himself slowly bowing his head closer to hers, soon kissing her.

"Not even a little?" He muttered over her mouth as they parted. Their lips brushed against one another and Evie pulled him closer, a small smirk pulling at her lips.

"Not even a little." She said before kissing him again.

The kisses soon became more heated, Jay hands relentlessly roamed her body, while Evie's fingers tangled themselves in his hair.

It was a while before she tensed, hearing The Evil Queen's faint clack of heels coming towards her room. "Do you hear that?" She whispered, fighting a moan as Jay moved to kiss her neck.

"Hear what?" He grunted, slipping his hands up the bluenette's nightgown.

The clacks got louder and Evie started to panic. "Jay! She's coming." She hissed before pushing him off her and shoving him towards the window.

Jay nearly tripped over himself and Evie stifled a laugh.

"Kiss before I go?" He teased with a cocky grin on his face. The bluenette let out a quiet giggle before pulling him into a very chaste kiss. Much to his dissatisfaction.

"Oh come on. That was not a kiss." He chided as he swung his leg over the window pane, before landing on her balcony.

She gracefully popped her head out of the window briefly before meeting his gaze once again. She pulled him to a searing kiss that left him dizzy and wanting so much more. A sultry, mischievous smirk played on her lips when she pulls away."Fuck ya later." The bluenette purred, before winking and shutting the window.

Only Evie would let him go with a complete hard-on.

With his appearance of no shirt, disheveled hair, angry red 'lines' on his back, and deep hickeys on his neck and waist… Jay knew he'd get some odd looks and glances while he walked home. As if he cared. The only thing that danced around his mind, was stealing the nicest, shiny thing he could find for a certain princess who had stolen something far more precious.

His heart.

Not that he would ever admit it.

a/n: hello all! thank you for positive reviews! and for those who've followed but didn't like, hopefully this prompt pleased you.

also, i hope this shed some light on jay and evie's relationship on the isle. If anyone was wondering, evie totally kept his shirt on purpose. ;)

what were your thoughts on this prompt? were they ooc at all or no? let me know in the reviews!

i am at a complete stump for the 'vk's open up at family day' prompt i was 60% finished on. i need something from carlos and evie— without them sounding out of character, cause ya know carlos and eves wouldn't just blurt out how crazy their mothers were... don't worry though! i'll figure something out. plus i have a whole list and a half of prompts that i need to start working on.

by the way, should i do a re-write of the descendants movie? i just keep having these late night thoughts about how cool it would've been if they were more serious about getting the wand and such? and i'm currently re-reading the isle of the lost and completely forgot about the evil queen's spellbook! And it also has a love potion, could you imaginnnnneeeeee the possibilities with this information?!— and there i go fangirling, again.

as always leave (specific-ish) requests and feedback! evil dreams. ;))