☆ borhap cast imagines ☆ // hardyzello

moonlight // joe mazzello

warnings: some smut (unprotected sex, please wrap it before you tap it!), but it's actually more of fluff. it's also pretty short.

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"Joe?" you whispered out, clutching onto your silk night robe that was failing to keep you warm from the unforgiving cold of the night.

After calling your lover's name again, you did not have a chance to react to the swift crunching of the grass behind you before thin, but strong arms lifted you up, swirled you around, and put you back down.

Letting out soft, hushed giggles, you turned around to see him. Your rosy-cheeked, wide-smiled, stable boy. "Joe," you breathed out, opening your arms up to have him into your arms before he stopped you.

His smile suddenly fell, being replaced by a look of worry. His hands then immediately cupped your face, some of his warmth traveling onto your cold skin. "(Y/N), where's your coat? You're cold as ice, darling."

You only gave him a small, shy smile, accompanied by a sniffle, and shrugged. Joe rapidly removed his own, before wrapping it around your shoulders.

"I told you to always bring a coat, (Y/N)," Joe sighed, "I don't want to lose my girl because she froze to death."

Feeling your cheeks warming up at his statement, you simply looked down at your feet, not knowing how to respond to him.

His mouth curved into a smile, before tilting your chin up to look into his eyes, "don't go shy on me now, darling."

Trying to avoid to squeal and giggle at his boyish smile, you just pulled him into a bone-crushing hug, your face pressing against his chest, taking in his scent and hearing the subtle thumps of his heartbeat. Only for you.

Pulling away, "I made a fire to keep us warm, come on."

You both settled into your usual spot, which was a bit far from the main manor, just far enough so no one would spot the bright light of the fire he always made.

Of course, no one knew about you and Joe. Your father would throw a huge fit and would easily get rid of a mere stable boy and get a replacement. You didn't want to think about that.

Both of you always spent nights like these as much as you can, just being each others' own escape from the real and cruel world. You would gladly throw away your status and wealth just to spend another night with him.

Joe leaned against the tree, his arms wrapped around your figure that was resting on his chest. His eyes traveled from the star-filled sky to you. Only he knows how beautiful you look under moonlight. Only him.

Feeling his burning gaze, your attention from the night sky turned to your lover behind you. You then slowly turned around to face him, your figure now resting on his lap.

He was breathless. You were breathtaking. He saw how the moonlight kissed almost every inch of your skin. "You're beautiful," He finally managed to say.

You cupped both his cheeks, you face moving closer towards his. "We're beautiful," You looked into his soft, gleaming eyes, before pressing your lips to his, your hands moving down to his shoulders.

Pulling away, both panting and gazes suddenly becoming fired with never ending passion, you breathed out, "make love to me, Joe. I need you."

Joe did not hesitate to fumble with his pants, eventually freeing himself, already dripping from the sight of you.

You did the same, removing your undergarment then throwing it aside, forgetting about the coldness that surrounded the both of you.

After he breathlessly nodded for you to continue, you slowly sank down on him, remembering how much you always dreamed and craved for his touch.

Once you took in his entire being, you realized how you were the only one who saw him under moonlight. How only you saw his beauty and vulnerability. Only you.

Your hands bunched up the fabric on his shoulders, becoming enraptured with euphoria every time you moved up towards the sky, then back down to your lover.

Feeling tears glass over your eyes, you buried your face into his shoulder and sobbed, "you're so beautiful, Joe," moving yourself more rapidly, feeling your stomach tighten, and your core pulsating.

"I know, I know," he said, almost sobbing as well, his hands guiding your lower body, "let go for me, darling. It's just us for tonight. No one else," he moved his own body up faster.

You sobbed even more into his shoulder as he helped you move faster, feeling an abundance of tingles in your lower body, before finally bursting, breathing his name out over and over again, "Joe!"

As Joe felt yourself tighten around him, he released himself, letting himself come undone, "(Y/N)," he breathed out.

The two lovers stayed in the same position for what seemed like years.

"I don't want to wake up from this dream," The rich man's daughter cried, clutching onto her lover's shoulders.

"Then we'll sleep for a million years," The stable boy replied, pressing his sweaty forehead against his lover's.

And then they were no longer just a stable boy and a rich man's daughter.

Just two lovers who saw each other under moonlight.

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"If I could have him like this in my dreams every night of my life, I'd stake my entire life on dreams and be done with the rest." - André Aciman (2008). "Call Me by Your Name: A Novel"