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kittyhuii · 9 months

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⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡ 𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙾𝚗𝚎 ⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

✦ genre: smut, fluff towards the end

✦ pairings: minghao x gn!reader x jun

✦ word count: 2.2k

✦ warnings and content: poly au (idk if this is a warning), reader wears lingerie, reader is called angel, smut, cursing, unprotected sex, threesome, double penetration, blowjob, deepthroat, messy sex. (Please do tell me if I missed some warnings ) mdni!!!

synopsis: People have always said that two is better than one, but is having two cocks inside you at the same time really a good idea?

You’re nervously sitting on the couch in the living room of your shared apartment with your boyfriends – yes, boyfriends. The feeling of nervousness grows on you as you now start to fidget with your fingers, anticipating the return of your lovers from work. A few more moments of silence passed and the knob of the door finally started turning and the lock clicked open.

Jun turned the knob around and pushed the door open, only to be greeted by you — their lover, dressed in an oversized shirt with a loose sleeve that reveals a side of your shoulder and a length that drapes down until your knees.

"Hey, Happy Anniversary~" Jun smiled at you as he cupped your cheek and gave you a peck on the lips. "Lemme put these down first," he said as he shook the bags of groceries in his arms, you nodded in response.

Following behind Jun was Minghao, equipped with a long sleeved polo that accentuates his broad shoulders and lean figure. "Hey, Angel" he says as he makes his way into your apartment, closing the door behind him with a hit of the sole of his shoe.

Minghao wasted no time, one of his hands was already on your hip and the other on the nape of your neck as he started planting kisses on your face. "Missed me much?" you teased while you wrapped your arms around his neck, and he only hummed in response. Minghao continued to pepper your face with kisses, and your shared giggles could be heard across the room and could also be heard by Jun.

You soon feel two more hands on your waist, “Having fun without me, hm?” Jun says as he buries his face on your neck. “Mmh– wait” you breathe out and the boys were quick to do as you say. “I… I have a present for you two,” you started and the two men looked at you, a part of them anticipating for the said gift. Stepping away from Jun and Minghao, you hold on to the hem of your shirt and start pulling on it.

“You? You’re the gift?” Jun said as his face lit up with joy, “best gift ever!” he exclaimed. “What? No.” you quickly cut him off. “Just…unwrap me and see” you said, now with a faint blush on your cheeks. Jun and Minghao exchanged a glance at each other before they did as you told. Minghao walked up to your side and slowly lifted the hem of your shirt up to your head, with Jun pulling it off and revealing your body.

They surely didn’t expect to see you in lingerie – their favorite pair as well – the ones they got you for your birthday a few years back, and surely you know how that went down. The red lace that was intricately crafted to highlight the wonders of one’s body. Seeing you again in red definitely turned something on for both Jun and Minghao. “Aw, is this all for us?” Minghao cooed as he had his hand on your bare waist. You felt a shiver from the contrast of his cold palm on your warm skin. “Do we get to unwrap this too?” Jun half-heartedly joked with a curl on the corner of his lips. “Now now, let’s not be too hasty… let’s take our time” Minghao lightly scolded Jun.

Minghao took both of your hands and intertwined it with his as he connected his lips with yours. On the other hand, your neck was now Jun’s territory as he started leaving a trail of wet kisses on the skin of your neck. As the two continued to have their way with you, Minghao’s kisses soon turned into a tongue-filled makeout session and the love bites Jun left on your neck turned your skin into a red and maroon colored mess. With each passing moment, the feeling of getting filled by your boyfriends’ cocks grew more, to the point that no amount of foreplay will satisfy you anymore; so, you pull away, catching your breath and leading the two men into your bedroom.

You hold onto each of their hands as you lead Jun and Minghao to the bedroom. Letting go of Jun’s hand, you open the door, revealing the room that was dimly lit by scented candles that will surely set the mood. Minghao and Jun were amused, better yet, they were in the mood just like you’d hope. The boys looked at you with smirks plastered on their faces as you made your way into your bed and sprawled yourself on it, the anniversary gift in all its glory.

“It’s a shame that we have to unwrap you off this beautiful lace, Angel.” Minghao stated, admiring the said lace that was barely covering your body as they both slowly walked to your side. “But if that means getting to admire all of you, then so be it.” as soon as the words leave his mouth, you feel Minghao’s fingers on your back – fidgeting with the shoulder straps as his fingers brush over your skin. As one strap falls off your shoulder, it reveals more skin just to your lovers' liking — your nipples just about to pop out. On the other side of the bed, Jun takes the other strap of your lingerie and does the exact same — tracing his fingers on the skin of your shoulder as he slowly gets the strap to fall off your shoulder.

With each passing second you grew needy and empty – only Minghao and Jun could rid you of this feeling, so you had to take matters into your own hands. You grab onto their hands that were on your shoulder and guide them to your chest, letting them grope your breasts, as the fabric of the lingerie reveals more of you. “So pretty for us,” Jun whispered, his hot breath hitting your skin. Now, with only a paper thin fabric covering the area lower than your waist, Jun delicately laid you on the bed – your back rested on the comforter and your body on full display in front of the boys that were on the foot of the bed.

The room was soon filled with each other’s pants of pleasure and the sound of the bed creaking. Your arms wrapped around Minghao’s neck as he was leaving a trail of wet kisses on your collarbone, while Jun was groping your breasts and playing with your nipples. You arch your back from the feeling of overstimulation, and as you do, you feel the bulge behind Jun’s sweatpants on your ass. Jun groaned from the pain his erection was giving him, he nuzzled the nape of your neck, also leaving kisses as his hands trailed from your chest down to your hips.

Minghao’s trail of hickies left on your body continued until the skin of your breasts, and as he was sucking on the skin and your nipple, his free hand played with the nipple of your other breast. “Ah– mmh…” was all that could escape your lips, you were just a total mess – sandwiched in between the bodies of your boyfriends. Soon enough, the clothed erection of Jun that you were feeling on your turned into the actual thing – the tip of his cock rubbing on your lower back– pleasuring himself on you.

“Wait–” you blurted out as you were picking yourself up, you positioned yourself, now you were on your knees on the bed – ready to take both of them. Without hesitation, the boys picked up what you were trying to tell with your actions. Behind you, Jun lined himself on your entrance, gently brushing the tip of his cock on your hole that was clenching around nothing, earning a whine from you. Meanwhile, Minghao stood up, his crotch leveled with your face as he started to unbuckle his pants, revealing a not so discreet erection inside of his boxers. As he pulled down his boxers, his cock sprung out almost hitting the tip of your nose. Now with Minghao’s cock out in all its glory, you can finally admire it – his cock that was firm and definitely on the longer side, with a tip that’s slightly flushed red and a singular vein that runs through its whole length. You gulped on your saliva, now uncertain whether you can take his whole cock on your mouth, because you seemingly can’t get used to how long Minghao was. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Jun shove his throbbing cock inside of you, making you gasp; and just as you did, Minghao took this as an opportunity to slide his veiny length inside your mouth, feeling the warm skin of his cock hit your tongue.

Feeling such an intense sensation your legs wobble, so you hold onto Minghao’s thighs as support. As you gripped your hands onto the muscles of Minghao’s thighs, Jun slowly continued to push himself inside you. Just as your hole was occupied, so was your mouth. Minghao, whose cock was in your mouth, slowly started to move his hips back and forth – with every motion your throat was being hit by the tip of his cock, making you choke back sobs and strings of saliva escape your lips. Amidst the ambient sounds of the bed creaking and the floorboards squeaking, tears well up on your eyes as you were getting fucked from not one, but two holes. You felt Jun's grip on your hips harder as he thrusted hard and deep into you, hitting your sweet spot which made you arch your back in pleasure and the tears on the corners of your eyes finally fall.

Being completely enamored by your boyfriends, you didn’t notice the glance they exchanged with each other as you and Jun are now laying down, with Jun under and you above him, dick still inside you. As you lay down on top of Jun, getting cockwarmed, Minghao who was beside you two moved in front of you now – watching as you start to grind your hips on Jun – with a hand wrapped around his length, he started to stroke his own cock.

“Fuck…” Minghao grunted out of frustration, “You wouldn’t mind having two cocks inside of you right, Angel?” he added, looking at your disheveled figure, waiting for an answer. You don’t know what’s gotten into you but there was no doubt that you nodded your head yes because you felt your hole getting further stretched as Minghao pushed himself inside you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you’ve never felt pleasure as much as you did now. Having two cocks inside you definitely wasn’t in your bucket list, but you realize that it should have been there sooner if it was going to make you this crazy.

If the room couldn’t be louder with all the squeaking of the bed, your moans and the grunts of Jun and Minghao surely can be heard by neighbors at this point, but you couldn’t care less – you just wanted to chase your high and so do they

The climax you were longing for felt closer as Jun and Minghao continued to penetrate you, closing your eyes, you mutter, “I’m close–”. “Me too– Fuck–” the man under you says as his grip on your waist tighten and the pace of his thrusts quicken. The friction with Jun’s cock rubbing on your insides and Minghao’s cock only aroused the man into a state of madness. With one last thrust, you felt Jun’s cock hit your sweet spot once more, making you arch your back as you finally hit your long awaited climax. As Jun pulled out his cock, you felt each other’s love liquids gush outside from you, creating lewd noises. Not long after, the other male who was still inside you had his cock twitching, his climax not too far now as he was picking up his pace.

With one last grunt and thrust, Minghao quickly pulled his cum-covered cock from inside you and strings of white liquid squirts out of the reddish tip of his cock, his cum pooling on your abdomen. He bent over and guided his tongue from your chest, down to your belly button. With his tongue, he licks the cum off your abdomen before he starts giving you wet kisses – his cum that was on his tongue, now inside the roof of your mouth as you two sloppily make out.

After celebrating your anniversary with dinner in your apartment, you three finally cuddle up on your bed, basking in each others’ embrace. Under the sheets between Jun and Minghao, you yawn as you feel your eyelids getting heavier with each passing second. You let yourself succumb to sleep, grabbing onto a pillow and hugging it tight before closing your eyes. “Goodnight, love” Jun says, as he cups your face, and Minghao plants a kiss on your forehead, saying his goodnight as well. Just as you were getting comfortable, you thought – two really is better than one – your lips curled up into a smirk before finally falling asleep between Jun and Minghao’s loving arms.

a/n: oh gosh writing this fic took me longer than expected. This fic was purely inspired by my horny thoughts 😭, hope yall enjoy it tho

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foreverisntenough · 24 days

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- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut love bombing, occasionally sad, kind of angst- not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

INDEX

Chapter 21 - ‘You’re Mine’

“If you don’t get in your own seat so we can land in Greece I’m gonna kill you” Lauren yelled at you from the other end of the plane.

“Finally, someone putting Y/N in her place, just gets her way all the time.” One of Marcel’s friends piled on.

“Alright, alright, relax…” Trent tried to hush them before nuzzling a little into your neck whispering against your skin. “Wanna get up before we land, beautiful?”

“Don’t wanna” you whispered, still half asleep. “Wanna be back in our bed, T.”

“You’ll have a bed there with me, don’t you worry. C’mon.” He grunted trying to stand up with you latched to him. He managed though and plopped you back on your own seat. The plane landed safely. You all walking off the stairs of the plane into the warm heat.

“I don’t wanna hear anything from you.” You groaned as Lauren came up wrapping her arm around you.

“Relaxxx, Y/N.” She laughed. “It’s fine, we talked about it. It’s all fine.” She attempted to persuade you that her and Marcel fucking wouldn’t be a big deal.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m actually dying though, it's so hot right now.” You ignored her and started to complain, trying to pull your sweatshirt over your head. You still didn’t feel great and the heat was not helping. When you finally got to where you were staying though your sluggish feeling seemed to disappear at the sight of the luxury villa. It was massive and gorgeous, perfectly settled on the coast line. It had a big lawn out back with an infinity pool at its edge, sun loungers, a beach club below accessible by a private set of stairs. The house was modern, big windows floor to ceiling, each bedroom having an outdoor space. You beamed and grabbed at Trent’s waist squeezing him from behind as he carried all your stuff.

“It’s perfect, T!” You quietly squealed as you squeezed him tighter walking into the house.

“You like it? Happy?” He asked, turning his head to try to see you.

“So happy!” You came round him to hold his hand taking it off your suitcase. You tried to carry your own for a moment but struggled so he shook off your hand and continued carrying both bags while leaning over to press a kiss to your temple.

“Just let me do it, I’m serious.” He laughed at your poor attempt to help. You all explored the house noisily, the boys fighting over rooms, Trent knowing the villa took you immediately to the Master bedroom. It had a big bed in the middle of the room, white, filled with pillows, a cement floor, a giant en suite, and a little living space that led to an outdoor space with a fire. Trent collapsed on the big bed as soon as he walked in… dramatically, of course. Sighing.

“You want me to unpack for you?” You asked as you moved the suitcases around towards the walk-in wardrobe.

“Nah, I want you to c’mere.” He gestured lazily for you to come over to him on the bed. Instinctively, you straddled over him. He was already hard the moment you sank down.

“T…” you giggled as his hands moved quickly but smoothly under your clothes.

“C’mon… I’ve got you all over me last night begging me to fuck you. Just lemme touch you now. You don’t want that any more? hmm?” He smuggly teased you for your desperation last night but was similarly begging for you to let him have sex with you now. His hands pulled off your clothes slowly and sensually, you felt yourself start to go from hungover and tired to very turned on and completely soaked.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” You moaned as you grinded your core on top of his hard cock. His lips pressed into yours for a suffocating kiss. Your body laid flush against his as you made out. You sat back up on his lap and your tits bounced in a mesmerizing way that had Trent immediately following you up, his lips around one of your nipples swiftly, his tongue flicking back and forth over it, surrounding it. You were gasping out a moan when his free hand came up to play with your other. “Oh my god, s-shit, that feels so good, baby.” Attending to one and then the other, swapping his mouth for his hand and his hand for his mouth.

“You’re so fucking hot… fuck. Need to be inside you right now, baby.” He moaned, pulling you back down with him to lay on the bed.

“You want to fuck me, T?” You asked teasingly, rubbing your dripping wet core down his hard length beneath you.

“Yeah, baby. Gimme what’s mine. Let me fuck you so good. Let me make you feel good.” He rattled off words but you had a hard time listening after he lined his cock up with your entrance, lifting your ass up and guided you to sink down taking all of him immediately. You were so wet it was seamless but the minimal foreplay made for pleasurable pain from the stretch of him. “You’re such good girl f’me. You okay, baby?” You nodded and started to ride him after adjusting a little. It felt so good you could feel the knot in your stomach form almost immediately. You and Trent just understood each other's bodies, what each of you needed. He naturally hit the perfect spot every time in quick succession. He roughly rolled you over on the bed to be on top of you. Pinning you under him.

“Oh f-fuck!!!” You practically yelled as Trent hit your g-spot hard and fast, again and again and again. You could hear just how wet you were as your walls hugged him tighter. The knot in your stomach was coming undone quicker than you expected. You tried to put your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans but he wasn’t having that. He held your hands above you with restraint as he continued to fuck you.

“Wanna hear how good I’m making you feel, baby.” He whispered against your neck before biting your sensitive skin only pulling another, louder, moan from you.

“T…” you whined. “Please, I’m so close, I’m so… f-fuck!… I’m so close.” You told him squeezing your eyes shut as you started to feel your orgasm approaching. He was so deep inside that you could feel every ridge and vein.

“Shit, just wait a little bit for me, beautiful. You can do it, yeah, just a little more for me. Take it like a good girl.” Trent struggled to get the words out as your pussy started to clench tighter around him. “Tell me how good I make you feel… tell me your mine, this pussy’s mine.” Lost in his own pleasure drilling in and out of you as you whimpered. The warmth of your pussy completely captivating him. Unbeknownst to you, Lauren had opened the door to the master bedroom about halfway with the innocent intention of coming to see your room before she witnessed you getting absolutely railed by your boyfriend. Her eyes blinked a few times in shock at the rough nature but slammed the door closed immediately. Neither you or Trent even noticed the intrusion too focused on the other.

“What?” George came to ask Lauren with a furrowed brow confused as to why she shut the door so fast.

“Well…” she paused for a moment only then for your voice to be heard through the door, answering for her.

“Fuck, you make me feel..ah! so good. F-fuck… this pussy’s all yours, I’m yours… fuckkk.” You could barely get the sentence out as Trent continued to pound into you. His high now approaching. His large hands drew down your body in between you two and began rubbing little circles on your throbbing clit. Your mind turned to mush. His thrusts becoming increasingly sloppier and harsher.

“You’re such a good girl, f’me. Cum all over my cock, yeah? I’m gonna fill you up, baby. Make a fucking mess on my cock while I fill you up.” Trent babbled as you came, your body aching, your eyes squeezing shut again. You were gasping as Trent fucked you through your high.

“T…baby” you moaned, feeling his release painting your insides.

“That’s my good girl…” he said as he pumped you full of his cum extending the pleasure of your high. He laid on top of you completely spent as you both breathed heavily, whispering I love yous back and forth. Every part of Trent was so unfairly pretty you just laid there admiring every inch unable to move.

“Honestly…” George groaned, rolling his eyes at Lauren. The pair heard the whole crescendo of your little session. “Some people just have it all.” He shook his head.

“His dick can’t be that fucking good…” Lauren laughed as they moved away from your room down the corridor.

“I hate that I know he has a big dick too, like what more does he need. He’s one of the best footie players in the world, fucking makes millions of pounds, he looks like that..” George threw his hand back towards the direction of your room. “And… he’s got a big dick, honestly, of course he has a girl like Y/N.” He grumbled but was laughing a little. Trent was his best friend, of course he felt a little jealousy but he loved him, his rant was purely banter.

“She’s not that great…” Lauren said, laughing at George. He just gave her a telling look. “Okay, well..” she laughed a little harder. “She’s fucking perfect, I know! She’s my best friend. I deal with it every day. She’s so hot, her face is beautiful, she’s smart, she’s so nice, everyone loves her… People like them deserve each other. God just wanted them to have it all.”

“It’s ridiculous.” George laughed equally as hard. “I’m jealous to be fair, imagine fucking pulling a bird like Y/N.” He said walking into the kitchen where a Marcel and a friend of his were sat.

“Yeah, mate… I couldn’t. I’ll never have that shot.” Marcel’s friend answered George’s statement openly.

“Guys…” Lauren cooed with a little pout. “You’re all objectively good looking boys don’t act like T is some… ” she paused trying to think of a way to lie to tell them that being a professional athlete didn’t effect his image to women. “I don’t know…but you could all pull your own version of Y/N, someone good for you.”

“I’m out of this conversation…” Marcel remarked moving to open the refrigerator that was next to where Lauren was standing. “Not really interested in a Y/N variation. Shoot my shot elsewhere” He spoke into the fridge before whispering so only Lauren could hear. “What’d you think, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, can do that.” She whispered back, trying to suppress her giggles.

You had dinner that night out at some restaurant so you got ready with Lauren in her room taking your sweet time. The boys attempted to complain about how long you took but seeing as Trent wasn’t phased by the time consumption and their comments falling on deaf ears, they quickly deduced this is how the trip was going to go. They had no say, you were going to get ready as you pleased.

You wore a white linen halter dress that had a ruffled neckline that cut so open and deep you couldn’t even wear pasties so you were just praying your nipples behaved and stayed covered tonight. You opted for a mesh Gucci nude GG heeled sandal that featured the logo monogram patterned in rhinestone crystals across it paired with Bottega Veneta silver drop earrings and matching silver mini Sardine Bag .It was simple but effective.

You made your way into a fun little restaurant tucked on a cobble stone street you were going to worry about in your heels later. It was private and nice to not stress. You sat at a long table with too much liquor on it already. You nestled next to Trent… obviously but anyways…the boys filled the rest of the table and Lauren had neatly placed herself between George and Marcel’s friend, Marcel across from her. A little bit after you all settled you heard a loud familiar voice.

“I’m here, don’t worry” said muddied in a laugh. You picked your head off Trent’s shoulder to see an illuminated, gorgeous, gorgeous, Jude Bellingham.

“Wow, the golden boy graces us with his presence.” Trent mocked. Jude coming over to give him a hug.

“Mrs.TAA, you okay?” Jude laughed at his own joke and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Yeah, all good. Haven’t seen you in forever, was starting to miss you.” You teased seeing it had been under a week since you last saw him.

“Alright, lads?” Trent said, sticking his arm out to dap up Jobe and Jude’s friend, Toby. They all proceeded to sit at the table for dinner when you felt your phone buzz. You already knew from who. A text from Lauren…

‘Bathroom immediately. Y/N… wtf.’

You kissed at Trent’s temple before getting up meeting Lauren at her end of the table to walk with her to the bathroom.

“Excuse me! Excuse meee!” She feigned a yell but was whispering, squeezing your arm. You could only laugh at her reaction. Lauren had developed quite the crush on Jude or built some sort of lust at the very least. She’d never actually met Jude but, like everyone else, she was obsessed without having to.

“I’m sorry!” you laughed, not really meaning your apology. “I told you not to ruin your trip night one!” Continuing in a fit of giggles pushing the bathroom door open. “Also, you said ‘it’s fine’” you mocked her voice repeating what she had told you about her and Marcel.

“Oh my fucking god, what do I do?” She looked at herself in the mirror and shook her head. “Why do I do this? I did this to myself… You know what? It is fine, it’s fine.” She started giggling too.

“Is it?” You asked, staring into the mirror with intrigue back at her while reapplying some lip gloss.

“It is!” She yelled laughing. “No, but why can’t I mess around, I’m single. I’m not not going to shoot my shot with fucKING JUDE!” She got louder at the end of her sentence.

“Don’t hurt anyone, that's all I’m asking. Don’t disrupt my peaceful life.” You joked.

“Peaceful is comical” she made fun of you. “But seriously what do I do. I can’t go out there and just like go introduce myself that’s embarrassing and desperate.”

“Because you’re… not….” You laughed. “No, I’m kidding but we’ll just go back out, sit down where we were and eat. If he introduces himself or something gets turned in your direction then you can answer, if not, then we can pretend we forgot, unphased, and introduce you two as we leave before we go out.”

“Fine, fine, yeah, that’ll be fine.” She babbled trying to adjust her outfit now.

“Does that sound ‘fine’” you mocked laughing.

“You’re not being helpful!” She moaned, swatting at you.

“I am! Just do what you do best. Sit there and look pretty and let all the little English boys fall in love with you.” You joked pulling at her top.

“Ugh the accents I cannot.” She whined. “I’m not going to make it out of here alive. How do my boobs look?” She said pressing them together, pushing them up.

“Perfect, if I was a boy.. oooff” you joked making a face. “I’m not and still… ooof.” Flattering her.

“You’re the worst! I can’t believe you did this to me… let’s go…” Lauren moaned, pushing you towards the door, you both still laughing. You arrived at the table following your little plan back to your seats.

“Okay?” Trent asked, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear.

“All good” you said cheekily, unable to hide a big smile.

“What? What’s up with you?” He smiled seeing yours, pinching at your waist, moving closer to you, starting to press wet kisses against your skin.

“Nothing! Nothing! Stop! Leave me alone!” You giggled squirming, feigning annoyance but loving every touch.

“I forget the nausea momentarily… and then it returns so fast. You two are so gross.” George complained watching you and Trent. Down the table though Lauren was completely disinterested in what was happening in your direction. She sat, her arms slyly pressing her tits together leaned further over than needed to let them practically spill out on the table. She’d lick her lips and play with the straw of her drink slowly. Marcel and his friend weren’t complaining, they figured that’s just Lauren being Lauren. She could feel Jude’s eyes flicker over her though. At first a glance inspecting the table and then a stare infatuated with what he saw down the table. She looked good and Jude wanted to meet her immediately but he was cooler than that, calmer than that so he played the game she was. He recognized who Lauren was from your Instagram and stories but he was fantasizing about getting to really ‘know’ her. Lauren picked her drink up, her tongue dancing around the straw like she had a hard time finding it. She took a sip and wiped her mouth slowly with her thumb, her fingers dragging over her plump lips, her mouth gaping a little. She knew he was watching her so she kept her head still but flicked her eyes towards him. They made eye contact. Jude attempted to wink, he couldn't but he tried. She smiled softly, holding in a laugh and sent him a more successful wink back.

Dinner wrapped up and you all were going to go out to a small club, nothing crazy, not tonight. You stood up, Trent’s arms hung over your shoulders as he stood behind you whispering mischievous things in your ear. You were a little lost in the moment feeling his body against yours, his lips ghosting over your ear, his voice, his hands over you… until you remembered you had to go help Lauren so you stepped out of his hold. Trent wasn’t thrilled, he grabbed at your hand a little with a pout but you pulled to walk away.

“I’ll be back, baby, promise” you cooed, pushing your lips out with a ‘mwah.’ You pulled Lauren from her current conversation and walked with her back over to Jude, Jobe, Toby, and Trent as normal as if you were just coming back to get into the car that was arriving soon. You faked a moment of realization. “Wait, I just remembered you haven’t met yet…” Lauren looking at you with innocent doe eyes like she was unaware.

“Nah, don’t think so.” Toby’s eyes lit seeing Lauren. She was every man’s dream to be fair but he sat on the same side of the table as her so he hadn’t clocked her whole appearance yet.

“Sorry, sorry! My bad, Lauren…erm, this is…” and you went through the motions saving Jude for last.

“You’re so leng.” Jobe’s words fumbled out of his mouth. His cheeks once full dropped, he was shocked he said it aloud. Everyone laughed a little giving Jobe shit as they all politely introduced themselves to one another. Your cheeks warmed hearing Jobe though, something was so endearing about him you just wanted to squish him but you had to focus on Jude for the moment. You pulled the group apart in directions towards the arrived cars nonchalantly leaving Lauren and him trailing behind intentionally.

“My little brothers right, ya know?” Jude spoke first, his hand coming to the small of Lauren’s exposed back.

“About…” she cooed pretending to be naive.

“You’re sexy. You know you’re sexy.” Jude hushly said into her ear. Lauren giggled a little.

“You think?” Trying to play coy but she couldn’t resist saying more. “You’re very sexy too, Mr. Bellingham.”

“Yeah, think so?” He teased, very well aware he was.

“You know you are… but I did manage to find a flaw though.” Lauren spoke as her eyes danced over his frame.

“My flaw?” Jude was taken aback. What was she talking about? It wasn’t the way he thought this conversation was going so he just waited with the new feeling of being on edge.

“Someone cannot wink.” Lauren laughed adjusting her top but really just was calling attention to her tits. “It’s fine we all have our flaws.” She teased.

“I’m not sure I’m seeing any right now.” He whispered against her ear. She could feel his plump lips, his hand moving down her spine a little more. “You can’t possibly have one.” He fed her ego.

��People say I’m a little too touchy, maybe that’s a flaw.” She cooed looking straight ahead pretending to ignore his proximity.

“Nah, can’t be that.” Jude laughed a little. “Haven’t touched me once.” He reminded her. Lauren turned towards him almost immediately, placing her hand on his chest.

“Do you want me to touch you?” She said the words dripping with seduction.

“I know what you’re doingggg” you jumped a little as Trent sang smug in your ear when he came up behind you his hands caressing your skin.

“Just let them meet…” you said sheepishly, a little shy with your decision and under the warm touch of his hands.

“Y/N, Marce is involved now, this is a bad idea, baby.” He tried to explain. He placed a kiss behind your ear before coming in front of you holding your hands out fiddling with your fingers until he laced his with yours.

“C’mon, let it unfold! They’re all adults.” You whined with a pout. Pulling his hands a little towards you for him to let go of yours only to return his back on your body.

“Barely…” he laughed, gripping your ass, palming it in his hands. You could only shake your head giggling along with him.

You made it inside the club, it was chic, small, good music, good vibes, you had kind of split off into two groups within your own section. Jude and Trent, Jobe and Marcel, it just worked that way. You were cuddled up with Trent, next to Lauren, the others spread around you. Having probably too many drinks but you were happy. You couldn’t help yourself from making out with Trent sporadically. Although when he got up to go talk to Marcel quickly when he remembered something, you suddenly felt just how needy you were, immediately missing him. God, were you that horny? Fuck… but it wasn’t that, you were actually just absolutely wasted. You hadn’t noticed from how firm Trent’s hands had held you, so steady. You were really fucked up and not in a good way, your head was spinning. When you looked at Lauren, her figure blurred. You stood up, wobbled a little, and started to go to the bathroom.

“Want me to go with you?” Lauren asked sweetly, rising up from her seat but you waved her off. You needed to reset. Get some water, splash some on your face, and be somewhere quiet for a second. In retrospect, you should’ve told Trent where you were going, asked him to help you. He would’ve, he literally stepped away for 5 minutes and you acted like he had deserted you and you had to survive on your own. Lauren told Trent you where you went when he came back and he hummed in understanding getting caught up on the current conversation mindlessly unaware of your state.

‘Fuck’ you said as you gripped the bathroom sink. You turned around quickly only to trip, smacking to the flooring barely reaching the toilet before you threw up. This was a disaster. You felt like you were going to cry all alone. You don’t know what you drank but something fucked you up bad. You sat on the floor for a while before standing, pulling yourself up by the sink, leaning desperately on it. You looked in the mirror and sighed at how disheveled you looked. It brought back haunting memories of times before you had met Trent. ‘No, no, no, not doing this.’ You slapped your face. You had been gone for ages when Trent texted you, that’s when he and Lauren both realized she had your phone. You gathered yourself best you could, conscious enough now to know you needed Trent, Lauren, you don’t know Marce… literally anyone you knew to help you. You opened the bathroom door and stepped into the hall before leaning against the wall to prepare yourself to go back. It was then you realized you maybe didn’t want literally anyone you knew to help you. You felt sicker than you did before when you heard the voice.

“Well, well, well, I’ll be fucking damned. Nothings changed huh?” A man’s voice cooed from in front of you. You knew exactly who it was, it was fucking crazy he was here but you knew who it was but you could barely lift your head up.

Chase… Chase was let’s just say not a good person and for some reason he was like a tumor on you. He was cancerous, ever growing, returning at inconvenient moments, sickening, life ending. To say he treated you like shit would be an understatement. You felt his calloused finger lift up your chin. “Not happy to see me. Come onnn Y/N” he dragged. You winced as he placed his hand against the wall next to your head caging you in. You and Lauren both knew Chase from university but you specifically did all things unimaginably imoral with him. “What are you doing at a club here? Where have you been? Haven’t heard from you in ages… not like you.”

“Fuck yo-you.” You swayed slurring and he laughed. “I mmmoved to the UK, I didn’t want you to hear from me.” You managed to get out some words.

“Yeah, still skinny as ever… “ he gripped his opposite hand around your arm, his fingers being able to wrap fully around it. “How’s that working out, have a new man stuffing your mouth full?” He rudely asked. You could only shake your head. Suddenly though you felt like you saw an angel cutting through the crowd. Trent appeared next to you and grabbed Chase’s hand harshly off the wall. Your eyes welled up relieved but your stomach dropped now nervous upon his arrival.

“You wanna back up, mate?” Trent spit.

“What the fuck, bro?” Chase shouted shaking his arm out of Trent’s hold.

“Back the fuck up from my girl.” Trent said again sternly, much more calm then Chase, stepping slightly in front of you.

“Ahhhh…” Chase laughed mockingly. “Your girl… I see. That’s how you got to Greece. Opened your legs up the second you hear an accent like your dads? The jokes write themselves, babe”

“You need to shut the fuck up right now.” Trent bit back.

“Or what bro? Do you know who my dad fucking is? Who the hell are you?” Chase obnoxiously and confidently pushed unknowingly against Trent.

“I’m so fucking serious…” Trent paused when a friend of Chase’s you’d never met came over. His arms flinging around his neck.

“Yooooo, how the fuck did you meet Trent Alexander-Arnold!” The friend yelled drunkenly. Trent rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Yo, fuck City, you guys should’ve won the league. Can I get a picture with you, my man?”

“Mate, look, great to meet you but not right now. Currently your friend is being a cunt.” He emphasized the word. “… to my girlfriend so I’m sorry brother.” How Trent seemed to remain kind to a stranger in the middle of this you didn’t know.

“Oh, got yourself some shitty athlete only he would know, embarrassing honestly.” Chase spoke again, gesturing to his drunk friend hanging off him.

“Bro! That’s Trent Alexander-Arnold. He’s fucking won everything in soccer. He’s like one of the best right backs in the world.” Chase’s friend informed him and momentarily Chase felt stupid and panicked but it only spurred him to push his friend away and say something more crass.

“Aye good for you, she’s easy to manipulate, I get it. Pussy’s fucking tight, lets you fucking use her how ever you want.” He kept talking and you felt like you were going to throw up again.

“T…” you said pulling on Trent’s arm.

“Y/N, fucking find Marcel… now.” Trent practically barked at you, motioning you to go back to your section and you listened obediently as your eyes welled with more tears making it hard to see. His head quickly snapped back to Chase

“See, she just does whatever you say. Can be a bitch but you just shut her up with a dick in her mouth. Keeps her skinny too… she’d be just fine gagging on me.” Chase laughed.

You stumbled back into the roped off area, falling before getting back to anyone. Jude and Marcel rushed to pick you up.

“Shit! Are you okay?” Jude said crouching down to you.

“Hey…What the fuck is happening?” Marcel asked you panicked. Jude helped you up but his eyes were scanning the place looking for Trent. You started balling crying. You couldn’t breathe. Marcel carried you over to the couch where you clung to Lauren sobbing.

“Who the fuck is he talking to?” Jude asked into the club’s air. Lauren perked up stretching her neck to try to see and when she saw who was in front of Trent she audibly gasped.

“Holy fuck… fuck.” She was shocked. She recognized Chase immediately.

“What the fuck is going on?” Jude asked, seeing her reaction. “I’m going over there to see what’s happening.” Leaving abruptly. As he approached Trent he could hear the tail end of one of Chase’s sentences.

“She’ll come back to New York I’m sure crying to me when you realize she’s not that hot, nothing more than a good fuck. Another whore desperate for attention.” Chase cackled looking behind Trent seeing you struggle.

“Shut the fuck up bro. Fuck you” Trent shouted, everything went red. His ears were ringing. He felt his knuckles crack against Chase’s bone structure as it broke. He hit Chase so hard he fell to the ground knocked out for a moment as his nose gushed. His cheekbone and nose completely shattered.

“Aye! Aye! What the fuck is going on!” Jude rushed over grabbing Trent, pushing him away, standing in between the two boys. Chase’s friend came running back too.

“Oh fuck!” He said looking down at his friend before seeing that Jude had come over. “Yooo Bellingham you’re the goat, man, this is crazy” the kid was clearly fucked up and didn’t care too much about Chase’s well being and was more interested in meeting Jude, who frankly didn’t even bat an eye at the mention of his name.

“Fuck you! Don’t fucking ever come near her again, don’t fucking touch her, don’t talk to her, don’t even fucking think about her. You’re a piece of shit!” Trent spat at the ground Chase was still laying on. Jude was still piecing together what was happening but was quick to back Trent regardless. He didn’t need any information or reason.

“Fuck you bro. Take your small dick and your dad’s credit card out of here, you cunt!” Jude yelled as Chase scrambled to get up. Security came over and picked up Chase telling him he needed to leave. It was a surprise to Chase and his friend, they looked dumbfounded but it wasn’t a shock to Trent and Jude at all.

“What the fuck? Are you serious? That dick punched me.” Chase groaned, holding his nose. He was right Trent knocked him the fuck out but as ‘important’ as Chase thought he was or as big of a deal as he thought his dad could be, it was never going to match up with the status of footballers.

“Sorry, sir. We prioritize the safety of our VIP patrons. You’re causing a disturbance and we do not tolerate any type of harassment.” The security guard said robotically, shoving the two boys out.

Jude didn’t ask Trent what happened. He knew it was better just to leave it alone for now so they both walked back to your area in silence. Trent’s heart pounding, his fist bruising, his mind running wild with what he just heard about you. You were still collapsed on Lauren crying when they returned. Trent pulled you off her and wiped your tears, swiping under your eyes with his thumbs softly. He was so gentle as he picked your limp body up.

“Let’s go. We’re going back to the fucking villa.” He said so aggressively in contrast to his touch moments ago.

“I’ll come with you…” Lauren said standing up.

“No… fuck no, seriously. Me and her are fucking leaving, just have a good time. We’ll see you lot later.” Trent shortly said, moving with intent out of the club..

He knew everything about your past, you had told him but he brushed it off, he didn’t like it but it wasn’t like you two met virgins, he had a past as well you weren’t fond of. You were adults, you moved past all that, or so you thought. That said, Trent was feeling a blinding rage at the moment. Hearing this fucking boy talking about you completely infuriated him. You witnessed girls falling all over him all the time, in front of you blushing at his words, holding his arm tightly in a photo, god, posting him on their Instagram stories drooling, it was hard but that’s the life you had committed to. You trusted him at the end of the day to only be with you. On the flip side of the relationship though, Trent had never really seen you interact with any other men. He kind of moved you directly to be under his watch early on and you were happy with that. The guys you were around were always his teammates, family, close friends and you were his. He never saw you out at a club dancing, he never saw you flirt with a waiter jokingly with your friends, he never saw any of it because he was always there until he wasn’t. He couldn’t have been there for times you had been with Chase. It drove him mad there was nothing he could do about your previous antics. He blacked out, not from alcohol but from anger.

Chase treated you like shit. Plain and simple. Cheated on you, although you’re not really sure you were ever his girlfriend but he definitely was your boyfriend. He called you nasty names, used you for sex, it was mean, rough, and derogatory always, he made fun of you constantly, the whole experience was demoralizing and it tanked your self esteem. You don’t know why you chose him, the whole ‘the man you meet at 19’ rang in your head, for whatever reason you had and he stuck to you like a leech. You just wanted someone, anyone to love you because you had fallen so out of love with yourself, but he loathed you, he did everything but love you. The self doubt and hatred was bad, scary, and toxic. It created a terrible relationship between you and other people, you and food, you and your body. You resented Chase for it because he planted the seed. It wasn’t until about a year or so before you had met Trent that you finally drew a line. Things had gone too far. He pushed you too far.

The car ride home with Trent was excruciatingly silent. The inside of the car was so cold, you felt he was miles away sitting on the other side of the seat. He completely disconnected from you. He couldn’t stomach it. He couldn’t stop thinking about Chase fucking you. Hearing him mention the tightness of your pussy made Trent ill. He loved you no matter what but right now he couldn’t handle the emotions swishing around in his head, the liquor pooling in his liver… fuck, the image of the hem of your dress dangerously high on your thigh lit by the moonlight in the car. He hated that he wanted to fuck you right now, prove to you that Chase was never the one for you, but the thought of it alone hurt his heart. He wasn’t meant to compete for you. How could you have been with someone else, he didn’t blame you, you didn’t know Trent yet but he was heartbroken, his Y/N, his Y/N was with someone else. He just wanted to make this all go away. Disappear. He knew it was a juvenile emotion but he couldn’t shake his anger.

“I’m sorry” you tried to speak but Trent was still in a fury.

“Enough Y/N.” He yelled, slamming a water on the bedside table. “Just go to fucking bed, alright?” So you did. You walked to your side of the bed but you were struggling to get your dress off. “C’mere.” Trent said much softer now, sweet almost. He helped you out of it, taking off your jewelry carefully as you stood completely naked in front of him. “It’s so frustrating how beautiful you look all the fucking time.” Shutting his eyes trying to block his view of you. “Just go to bed…please” He pleaded when he pushed a t-shirt of his back at you. He left the room. You curled up in bed, he sat out on the couch, both quiet, just blankly staring. It was a while later but Trent’s tornado of thoughts was paused momentarily when he heard a familiar loud laugh from outside the villa. When he started to see the shadows of everyone else outside coming back from the club, he got up and made his way to your room.

When he opened the door he felt sick. He wasn’t mad at you at all. He was upset that someone was talking about you, that someone else had been with you, touched you, knew you intimately when you were his. He was insatiably jealous. He looked at you and you looked so frail, you didn’t radiate the same glow you usually did, your body looked drained. As he quietly stepped further into the room, he could see that your body was shaking trying to keep your tears silent. He could hear you sniffle and gasp for air occasionally. He wanted to punch himself now, he couldn’t be the one that made you like this. This is not how you’re supposed to be. He was supposed to make you happy, keep you happy, and here you were miserable partly because of him. ‘Fuck’ he muttered as he heard everyone else finally in the house drunk, rowdy… happy. He took off all his clothes down to his boxers before he slid into the bed. He pulled the blankets up over himself and you. He didn’t want you to feel like he didn’t love you. He pulled your limp body towards him by your waist. You took a deep breath feeling his hands back on you. You knew he was there the second he opened the door but smelling him, feeling the heat off his skin made you cry even harder. You were falling apart in his arms so he just held you tighter. He pressed his lips to the back of your neck and held them there. He didn’t really want to kiss you yet, he was still upset but he needed to be that close to you. “I got you, I’m right here, your Ts got you.” He whispered as his lips moved over your skin. You started to calm in his arms more after hearing his voice. He held you so tight to his chest. If you weren’t having trouble breathing from all the crying you would’ve had trouble because of his hold. You dozed off eventually, exhausted physically and emotionally from the night. Once Trent knew you had fallen asleep he finally let himself close his eyes too.

You were so out of it you hadn’t noticed your phone had been blowing up with texts from Lauren. She was freaking out. She had an okay night knowing you’d be safe with Trent but she kind of cooled her jets with the whole Marcel and Jude decision. At the beginning of the night she had kind of thought she was going to hook up with Jude but then right after you left, Marcel was so comforting to her, she started to get confused so she opted for neither.

It was early morning when she woke up a little anxious now that the house was completely silent, she was more sober and worried sick about you. She also realized how absolutely thirsty she was so she slumped off her bed and made her way to the kitchen. She had packed pajamas that were sexy, girlie, cute, but in the drunken chaos of the night she ended up in a little bralette and tiny biker shorts. You would argue that calling them shorts would be a stretch. Her entire ass was out. Anyways, she crept into the kitchen quietly but she almost screamed when she felt someone’s hand wrap around hers on the handle of the refrigerator, their body coming behind hers.

“Jesus fucking Christ you scared the shit out of me!” She started to laugh because her heart was beating so fast. She turned her head to see the ever pretty, but currently very sleepy Jude’s face, lit by the refrigerator light.

“Sorry, Angel.” He spoke softly and low.

“What are you doing up?” She whispered, turning fully to him.

“Could ask you the same.” He cooed back.

“I’m worried obviously.” She shrugged at the obvious.

“They’ll be fine I think, Trenski’s just never had to deal with any of that with her before. They’re okay.” He attempted to reassure Lauren as his hand wrapped around her waist. She just hummed a little, taken aback by his hands movements, her heart still beating very fast. “Thought I was gonna spend a little more time with you tonight.”

“Oh yeah? That’s sweet. I’m sorry, I just needed to get to bed tonight when we got home, usually I’m up for a little after party.” Lauren spoke into the quiet kitchen, sexual tension thick in the air.

“I would’ve liked that. Maybe tomorrow… or today I guess.” Jude laughed

“Yeah. For sure. Well, I was going to go back to bed after I got my water.” Lauren held up the bottle for display with a cute sleepy smile.

“Yours or mine?” Jude cheekily laughed.

“Stop!” She slapped at his chest. He took the chance to slip his other hand around her, pulling her body flush against his.

“You want me to stop…” he whispered.

“No… no, I don’t think so.” Lauren whispered back. Jude’s face incredibly close to hers now, their noses touching.

“I told you how sexy I think you are, yeah?” He continued to whisper his hands coming to grab at her ass roughly. Kneading it. She moaned before pressing her lips against his.

“Is this a good idea?” She asked, feigning some sort of innocence.

“I don’t really care.” Jude spoke, his teeth biting onto her lip pulling it back with him. Their hands all over each other. A proper make out ensued as the sun began to rise.

“Tomorrow… your bed.” Lauren moaned out muffled by another kiss.

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Amaryllis Epilogue

Pairing: Frankie x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluffy-fluff, reflection- (of more than one sort? I’m on one today. Don’t mind me lol), happiness, loved ones, we get to meet Reader’s momma! (Her English isn’t great so we will see her and Reader speaking Spanish) tiny sliver of angst? Lemme know if I forgot anything!

Summary: Just before your lives are set to change yet again, you and Frankie each get a moment alone to reflect on how life has brought you to where you are now. Santi saves the day yet again!

A/N: Guys…… This is it! We have officially officially reached the end of this story and I’m a whole mess of emotions. The has been such a labor of love and learning for me. It’s my very first fic and also the very first piece of writing I have ever shared with anyone. As previously mentioned, I have several new WIPs and I cannot WAIT to get to work on them! For everyone who has commented, liked, reblogged, asked questions or shown even the tiniest bit of love for my little story, I just want to thank you with everything I have. I have wanted to write since I was little, but could never put pen to paper until I forced myself to write a little 100 word Drabble, which literally turned into this series. The Pedro fandom alone has literally changed my life in so many ways and I will forever be grateful. So anyways....... Thank you all so much!!!!

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When he sees himself in the mirror, Frankie is all nerves.

Checking and rechecking his hair, making sure his tie isn’t crooked… worrying the little patch in his scruffy beard that refuses to fill in.

His palms are sweating and his stomach is doing flips, but he’s unbelievably HAPPY.

He never thought he would be here. Never thought he would ever want to be doing this, but you had changed his way of thinking in more ways than one.

It had always terrified him to feel as though he were tied to something. Or so he thought…

In reality, he never felt he was worth enough for someone to ever want to be tied to him. The things he had done, the horrors he’d seen? The nightmares he still endured would run off anyone who might be even the slightest bit interested. Damaged…

Valid.

He was damaged. There was no way to come out from that other side and not be. But to those who weren’t there? Ones who could never understand what he’d been through? They would only pity him and he didn’t want that.

He just wanted understanding. Wanted someone to accept him as he was, without trying to fix him.

And then there was you. You never looked at him like he was damaged. You knew about things and yet you never held anything against him. You knew the atrocities he’d seen and those he had committed, yet you never backed away from him or looked down on him.

From the beginning, Frankie felt a connection to you. He didn’t know what you’d been through at the time, but there was an understanding there - “We’re not defined by our experiences Frankie,” you’d tell him.

“We simply learn from our mistakes, grow into better people, and if we are genuine, that’s all that really matters. —You yourself told me something similar at one time, remember?”

Frankie smirks at the memory. Shaking his head, as he gets back to the task at hand.

...

He doesn’t think he can tie it any better, so he takes one final look, takes a deep breath and smiles at himself in the oversized mirror. Just a small half smile, knowing that what he was about to do was going to change his life forever….

And he was ready.

—

It doesn’t start to sink in until about ten minutes beforehand that you are actually going to marry Frankie today. You’re in the small guest room, waiting for your mother to stop fussing over you already and to let you look in the mirror. “Mija, todo tiene que ser perfecta!” (Everything has to be perfect)

“Mamà, está bien... ¿puedo mirar ahora? Ya casi es hora de irse..." (It’s ok….. can I look now? It’s almost time to go…)” There’s no malice in your tone as your mouth turns up into a silly smile that you just can’t seem to hold back.

“Ah, si mi hermosa luz, creo que estes lista. Ven agora, and a y mira.”(Ah yes my beautiful light, I believe you are ready. Come now, go ahead and look.)

You stand up and slowly walk over to the full length mirror. The look on your face doesn’t at all match the sheer joy you feel in your chest. The initial shock wears off, but the weight of the moment hits you then; You’re marrying Frankie today. This incredible man who barreled his way into your life and decided he wanted to stay.

To see yourself in your mother’s wedding gown and jewelry, knowing that Frankie was waiting for you had your eyes welling up with tears. You silently prayed they stayed put as your mother had fussed with your makeup for a small eternity and Lord help you if you messed it up. So, you forced the tears back, albeit they were happy, joyous, singing to the choir tears that would surely fall once everything was said and done. You were more certain now in this choice, in Frankie, than at any other time in your life..

You gave yourself one final look in the mirror before turning back to your mother. Grabbing her small hands in yours and kissing her forehead, you silently thanked her for everything she had done for you; today and everyday.

“Ok Mija?”

“Si Mamà, Estoy lista.” (Yes, I’m ready.)

—

The ceremony was modest, with only close family and friends in attendance, but you were blessed beyond reason.

Those in attendance included your mother, who had brought along your Aunt and your two little cousins all the way from Cuba. You hadn’t seen her in ages, and this was the first time you’d gotten the chance to meet the little ones.

Frankie’s Mom and Step-Dad had flown in from Texas along with his older sister, which had been a surprise to the both of you, having never gotten to meet them prior. They welcomed you with nothing but warmth and love. Your previous apprehension at making a good impression, falling away the moment his mother wrapped you in her arms as she introduced herself.

She also took little to no time in latching onto your and soon-to-be Frankie’s son, her Grandson. Who she happily spoiled rotten from the get go and volunteered to be in charge of during the ceremony, giving your own mother a well deserved break as she had been deemed (by herself) as the primary babysitter.

And of course, Santi, Will and Benny were front and center. They would’ve all been groomsmen if you and Frankie had decided to have a wedding party. Instead you both opted for just a simple service. Santi would still supply the rings, but aside from the preacher, it would only be you and Frankie standing at the altar.

—

It was time.

You took a deep breath in, and let it out slowly as you turned the small corner to make your way to Frankie.

As you slowly made your way down the aisle, you didn’t expect to become breathless at the sight before you.

The expectation was that, the Bride-to-be would walk in and a hush would wash itself throughout the room. All eyes on her as she made her way to alter to join her fiancé.

You were sure your anxiety would rear its ugly head at being the center of attention, and had tried to give yourself a pep talk before walking inside. However, the moment you laid eyes on Frankie, you nearly stopped in your tracks.

You realized at that moment that you had never seen Frankie wear anything remotely resembling dress attire, let alone a suit and tie.

It was always jeans and a t-shirt, jacket when necessary and work boots… always work boots. He looked good on any given day and there had never been an occasion up until that point for him to “dress up.” But, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him…

His hair was still a disheveled mess of curls that you loved to run your fingers through. Not too long, but long enough that the ends would curl behind his ears. He just wouldn’t be Frankie without them, so you were grateful he didn’t try to tame them back. He was also wearing his glasses, which he had been trying to wear more and more these days as he couldn’t stand to wear his contacts after having gone without them for so long.

His tux was your normal coat and pants, but completely white, with a black bowtie and shoes with a shine that could blind a person if they got too close. You don’t think you have ever seen someone so beautiful in your life and he was yours.

You had managed to keep your pace steady all the way to the alter, even though you had half a mind to just run and get yourself there that much faster. Your mother was waiting up front to take your bouquet and give you over to the man you truly wanted to spend your life with. She kissed your cheek before turning to Frankie and offering him your hand. As he took it she wrapped both yours and Frankie’s hands in hers, saying she loved you both and giving a firm squeeze before letting you go and sitting back down at her seat in the front.

Frankie took both of your hands and whispered from under his messy bangs, “Are you ready?”

You couldn’t speak so you just nodded, trying not to cry before the preacher even had a chance to talk.

You tried to concentrate on the words being said, the prayer being read to the audience, but you could only focus on Frankie’s smile and his thumbs rubbing reassuring circles into your hands. You didn’t know why you were so nervous, but ultimately, it didn’t matter. Frankie was sure as stone and after you both repeated your vows and placed the rings on each others’ fingers, Frankie lifted your veil, seeing your lips quirk up into a smile and he kissed you. In front of all of the people who mattered to you the most in this world.

His kiss was equal parts strong and soft with his hand coming to your cheek while the other wrapped around your waist. You didn’t dip, but he held almost all of your weight as he put his entire life into that kiss. Letting you and everyone else know that you were it for him.

—

When you both came up for air, there was nothing but big smiles and happy tears from everyone around. Benny was hooping and hollering, and even Will had his hand to his mouth letting out a piercing whistle that echoed throughout the church. Santi was clapping along with the others, with an almost forlorn expression that seamlessly slipped back into a playful smile once Benny clapped him on the shoulder, joining in with everyone else in raining congratulations on the happy couple. Frankie took your hand and raised them both entwined up toward the sky as you walked back down the aisle, side by side, as husband and wife. The both of you more than ready to begin this new chapter in your lives.

Together.

—

Two hours earlier -

“Rings, rings…. Uh, shit!” Santi is looking around frantically, shuffling papers and patting down his pockets, seemingly having misplaced the rings he was in charge of.

“Haha, very funny pendejo…. Now’s really not the time to be fuckin’ around…” Frankie’s voice is playful, but when he looks over at Santi, he sees the panic starting to set in.

“Fuck man, seriously? You had one job… !” Frankie is pacing now alongside Santi as they both desperately search for the missing rings.

“Wait!! Wait, oh! Shit haha, we’re good, we’re good, man. We're fine, everything's fine... I just left them on the kitchen table after I grabbed the mail this morning. I only live like ten minutes away from here, I’ll be right back!”

“Jesus Pope! I about lost my goddamn ass over here man… Shit, just go grab them and come straight back, ok?”

“Alright, alright…. You need anything else while I’m out?”

“For fucks sake Pope! Just go!”

“Yep, yep on it!” At that, Santi runs out the door, leaving Frankie to his thoughts for the moment.

He sits down on the little couch in the sitting area and puts his head in his hands. He’s nervous and he wants this day to go perfectly, but he actually starts to laugh when he thinks about the circumstances.

All of this fuss over rings, when in reality, they were just a symbol. A token to show the world that you were his person, and he was yours. And even if Pope had lost them, it honestly wouldn’t change a thing. He was marrying you today, with or without a ring, and he could hardly wait.

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It only takes Santi about eight minutes to get to his place. Possibly breaking a few speed limits to do so, but he did not want to be the cause of something ruining this day for either of you.

He goes inside and sees the ring boxes sitting right there on the table next to the untouched pile of mail. He lets out a deep breath, muttering under his breath, "Thank you, God!" Checking inside each box, making absolutely sure he had everything before putting them safely in his jacket pocket. Picking up the stack of mail, he quickly skims through it out of habit. Finding an envelope in the mix with only his name and address handwritten on the front with no return address.

He carefully opens it, revealing a small slip of folded paper. On the inside is a jumbled set of numbers and symbols…

Ones that he recognizes instantly—

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Coordinates.

Coordinates to the money stolen out of the walls of Lorea’s house before it was burned to the ground. Money that was dumped in a ravine to get rid of extra weight that made flying too dangerous. Coordinates that only he, Will, and Benny knew about. Aside from one other person.

Tom.

Tom had found the money.

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A/N: Whoops!

*But seriously, from the bottom of my heart, thank you all for reading. It absolutely means the world to me 🥹

#amaryllis #amaryllis epilogue #frankie morales / you #frankie morales x fem!reader #frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales / fem!reader #frankie morales fanfiction #francisco catfish morales #francisco morales x you #francisco morales x reader #francisco morales x f!reader #triple frontier #frankie triple frontier #triple frontier au #pedro pascal #pedro Pascal fandom #pedro Pascal characters

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azurecrystalz · 10 months

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i would not be a beeP/nikiP if i didn’t talk about how perfect niki’s solo is for him so here’s a thread on yummy tummy love + the concept and how it connects to niki i have a lot of thoughts so bear with me HDKDH

also this was originally supposed to be in the form of. a twitter thread but we all know the shit show that’s happening there so tumblr gets first look :3 !!

first off before i start go give the preview a quick listen, a quick tl i did for the lyrics is here (i don’t know how to spoiler imgs on tumblr so just forgive me i guess LMAO)

so lemme just talk about the topic first! it could have been incredibly easy for niki’s solo to be about just cooking or eating since he does both, but niki’s solo is abt //serving// specifically and there’s a huge difference that i will explain!

think of it like a balance like i drew below! cooking is where the cook is happiest, eating is where the receiver is happiest, but serving is the moment where there’s a connection between both and the cook is happy to give and the consumer is happy to take !!

niki’s opinion on being an idol essentially flipped on its head from when he started out until now, from not prioritizing it much to realizing after hot limit that he could be both an idol and a cook and balance both occupations!

he talks a lot about how he wishes he could be able to cook for his audience but it’s not physically possible, then he acknowledges that being an idol can get him close enough to that which makes sense! i’ll explain:

the cooking->eating process is similar in a sense to a performance process! think of it the way i drew it here! and if you notice here, serving and performing are in the similar “middle ground” of the process!

niki in a sense is “serving” a performance to his fans! its when both him //and// his audience are the happiest! a nutritional niki smile for the heart for sure GDJSH but that’s just all about what i think of the concept! i also have thoughts on why it really does him justice and really helps put his personality in the spotlight!

niki is an incredibly caring and giving character, and being a cook really highlights this. he doesn’t think twice to help others and putting them before himself + most importantly he doesn’t expect or want anything in return

it’s something that he derives happiness from, his love language basically! making other people happy through his dishes, something he really puts his entire being and pride into, is what makes him happy

he understands a feeling of self consciousness that can come from being judged and even says so in his lyrics, and there’s stories that imply that he’s experienced judgement from others before (most notably a quick hint in ariadne) not to mention it would explain his lower sense of self esteem

i mentioned it before on twitter but “どうぞ”/“dozo” (in the context of serving could mean “please go ahead/don’t hesitate”) being the loudest and most prominent part of the chorus is such a. wonderful thing to add for niki HSKSH

his solo (given what we have of the preview ver) is such a loving, kind, and gratuitous message that he won’t judge anyone if they want to over-indulge themselves, and will be more than happy to help indulge them

did the end of that last paragraph sound familiar? if you’re a crazybP it should HKSHS niki’s personality, his policy is helping ppl with what they want without judging them, and living a happy life of “indulge now, worry later” is so important not only to his development, but to his involvement with crazyb as a whole.

crazyb is a unit that celebrates a free life, of being able to do what they want and laugh happily tgt without judgement, and nikis character is //exactly// that. so much so that kohaku even says in romantic date that the rest of crazyb should exemplify him (tl by moi)

niki is such a wonderful character HKSHSK i cannot wait for the full ver for his solo genuinely i’m so happy that they treated niki this well with his solo HDKHS

here’s an obligatory updated countdown <3

sorry for being so long winded but i love this solo sm already and it’s not even out yet HKDHS

#enstars #crazyb #niki shiina #not an aurora tl

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rdng1230 · 6 months

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lemme just say that even if Izzy hadn’t died I still think this finale was shit. 1. Ed and Stede’s conflict is still NOT ACTUALLY RESOLVED Ed just says I love you and that’s all it took? No guys you actually have to fucking talk to each other. Ed didn’t meaningfully realize he wanted to be with Stede, he just got rejection dysphoric when that fisherman was rude to him. That is not meaningful character growth! Ed deserves better than that! 2. Really the only emotional issue that was resolved through open communication was Zheng and Auntie. And it was a really sweet scene! But let’s be real of the laundry list of lingering issues that needed to be solved, did anyone have Zheng and her aunties relationship in even the top 5 things? 3. The British are just not a well established big bad. They barely appear in this season at all up until the end of episode 7. Izzy’s speech to Ricky was great, but it would’ve been way more cathartic had we actually seen any character struggle to live their life due to the British navy. For Christ sakes, Stede and crew was able to take down a whole squad of officers in episode 1! Ed and Stede immediately escape from the act of grace academy and no one even seems to be really after them! Ed pulls off 90 days straight of raiding completely unhindered! 4. All of the final sweet moments to me feel rushed or unearned or both. I’m happy for Lucius and Pete but I’d loved to have a follow up conversation about Lucius’s obvious lingering PTSD. I love that Stede and Ed get to run an inn together but you’re telling me we don’t even get to see them having that conversation? How does the crew respond to both their captains leaving and their first mate dead? Who is even the captain now? This shows most interesting and meaningful moments are the messy in between bits and they steamrolled through all of them. 5. Every single thing izzy said was things that he had shown himself perfectly capable of telling Ed and/or Stede even when not bleeding out. He’s told Ed that he loves him, he’s told Ed indirectly and Stede directly that he thinks they make a good couple, he’s literally singing love songs to the crew including Ed, name one thing that he said with his dying breath that he wouldn’t have gotten around to saying if they hadn’t fucking killed him with a stray bullet like every other queer character that finally carves their way into a happy place.

#ofmd s2 spoilers #izzy hands

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love-and-greta · 1 year

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Namaste

I’m not completely sold on this one shot, but hopefully you all enjoy it! Also, can I just say I am so freaking excited for this new album era?? It’s giving me inspiration to write some new stuff!

Summary: y/n and Josh desperately want some much needed alone time

Warnings: none, just fluff (per usual)

Much love!

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It wasn’t often lately that you got a full day together with Josh. The band was right in the middle of recording their fourth album, and between studio time, song writing, and creating album concepts, you and Josh barely had any one on one time.

However, today was a different story. Josh somehow landed an entire day off and the two of you were ecstatic. Knowing Josh was exhausted from working so hard and so often, you planned on spending the day at home watching movies or relaxing outside in the garden and ending the day with a date night out at your favorite restaurant. For all you cared, you two could just stay in bed all day and you would be happy. Just to be in his company was more than enough for you. But Josh had made it very clear that he wanted to treat you to a nice evening out, especially since date nights were a rarity these days.

“Birdie, you’ve been so patient and supportive of me this past month and I don’t know what I would do without you. Let me take you out and show you how much I appreciate you baby,” Josh had pleaded. You could never resist him and had quickly agreed.

You decided to start the day off early, getting your morning mediation and yoga done with while letting Josh sleep in. The quiet and stillness of the early morning was extremely cathartic for you and you didn’t want to miss out on today’s sunrise. Mediation and yoga had been your saving grace this past month while missing Josh. It helped to calm your mind and keep your soul at peace.

As the sun began its ascent into the sky, its rays warming your skin through your living room window, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath in. During your exhale, there was a shift on your yoga mat from behind and you felt two arms slowly snaking their way around your waist. You smiled to yourself knowing Josh had decided to join you. He straddled his legs around you and began kissing up your neck to your jawline.

“Good morning to you too J,” you giggled softly, leaning into him.

“Mmm, morning babe,” he murmured against your cheek. “I woke up and you weren’t in bed so I had to come see what you were doing.”

“Oh you know, I’m just getting my zen on,” you joked, making Josh chuckle into your neck.

Just then, Josh’s phone began to ring from the bedroom.

“Who’s calling you this early?“ you asked.

“The only person who would call at this time is Jake, or management. Lemme go check, and you can finish getting your zen on,” Josh replied with a smirk and a quick peck to your lips.

Definitely not in the zone anymore now that your mind was on Josh, you decided to step outside into the backyard and fill your lungs with the crisp morning air. The birds had begun chirping and you could see the bees and butterflies starting to flutter around your garden beds. This truly was your favorite time of day. The start of a new day, a new beginning. Josh was a night owl, but he always made sure to wake up early with you on occasion to share moments like these with you, knowing how much you loved them.

The sliding glass door slowly sliding open pulled you out of your revelry and you turned to see a grief stricken Josh.

“Is everything okay, J?” You asked hesitantly.

“Apparently management decided to schedule a meeting today with that artist I was telling you about for the album cover…I’m so sorry Birdie,” Josh spoke quietly, his eyes becoming glassy.

“Oh…”, was all you could manage to say back.

“And dumbass Jake decided he wanted to continue recording since we would all be at the studio anyways,” Josh huffed, steadily growing angrier. “All I wanted was to spend time with you, uninterrupted, and they can’t fucking even give me that.” He aggressively wiped at his eyes knowing tears were threatening to fall.

Seeing Josh in distress quickly brought tears to your own eyes and you hurried over to him, wrapping him in a tight embrace. Your disappointment in the situation left you speechless and Josh kept repeating how sorry he was that this had happened. You both knew it would be a while before you had the chance to have a full day together again. The two of you clung on to each other, patiently awaiting for each other to steady your breathing and dry your tears.

Eventually you pulled back to look into Josh’s eyes. “This fucking sucks, but I’m going to be the bigger person and say that I understand and that it’s going to be okay,” you finally announced. Staring back at you, Josh held up one finger to signal you to give him a second. He pulled out his phone, rapidly bringing it to his ear.

“I’m not coming in until 10 this morning. I have a prior engagement that I’m not willing to miss,” Josh quickly spoke and hung up the phone. “Alright Birdie, we have two and a half hours and I’m not breaking my promise to take you out on a proper date. Only this time it will be for breakfast.”

Josh flashed you a wide grin and hastily pulled you in for a deep kiss. You smiled into his lips and thanked the universe for this quick turn of events. Josh began pulling you in closer, one hand around your waist and the other tangling itself into your hair. Knowing things usually progressed quickly from this point, you pulled away slightly and asked, “Are you taking me to bed, or out to breakfast?”

“How about both?” Josh grinned, beginning to walk you backwards into the house.

“I think we could manage that,” you quipped, in between kisses.

“God I fucking love you,” Josh sighed, finally reaching the bedroom.

Oh it was going to be a good morning indeed.

#greta van fleet #josh gvf #josh kiszka #fanfic #gvf fanfiction #greta van fluff #gvf josh #gvf x reader

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joyswonderland1108 · 1 year

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“You guys have changed”

Hi hello, i’m back again with my “this fandom is shitty” rant.

On today’s live (or yesterday depending on where you live) Joon said this very sentence after reading some comments and what can i say? Surprised? Not the slightest, if anything y’all already know where i stand when it comes to this fandom.

“Yoongi marry me” “I’m X member’s wife” “Touch your nose if *ship* is real” “Speak English”, etc etc..

Let’s talk about each “category” separately.

“Marry me” “I’m X’s wife”

It’s okay to joke once or twice about one thing but when it gets too repetitive.. Why the fuck do these boys even bother coming live if every other comment is “marry me” or “I’m X member’s wife” at least be original? Make it funny? Stop maybe assuming that they even want to get married or even intend on marrying the opposite gender?

I’m going to set the point on my last sentence here. At some point it starts to get a bit too offensive when the boys keep on trying to share things that are personal to them, whether it’s in a direct way or indirect way, just for this fandom to completely misunderstand them or not even bother trying to understand in the first place. It’s bad enough that the boys can’t really say things literally as they are but they still try to get the message out there just for this fandom to completely dismiss it and not give them a chance to be understood, but the fact that they also have to remind them through direct comments that they don’t give one flying fuck about what the boys are trying to share with us, trying to let us understand.

Yoongi didn’t say that "i focus on personality and atmosphere, i don’t have an ideal type and it’s not limited to a girl” Just for your asses to be commenting “I’m Yoongi’s wife”, i bet if one of y’all sickos could’ve thought about switching the heteronormativity in this “joke” at least once despite being a woman yourself and go for a “I’m Yoongi’s husband” that would’ve made him smile for the sole reason that it’s not the same bullshit he sees every single time.

I remember a few days ago i came across a snippet from an SKZ live on tiktok, well it was originally Bangchan’s live and Han decided to join

The way they had fun with that question, the way they just answered it like it was just another monday, the way it didn’t feel annoying, the way it was an open door for them too to crack jokes with stays.. Lemme just tell you beforehand that stays are original and so far from what i noticed their comments are mostly fun they also like to mention memes in the comments to which, i believe usually it’s Bangchan, who actually let’s them know that he DID see this and that, that he did see some edits, etc.. It’s basically a whole conversation in the comments not the same lame ass jokes every single time.

Mentioning other idols in the comments..

And for what? If said idol has NOTHING to do with the members, why even bring up their name? If it wasn’t part of some type of collab, some type of acknowledged outing, or something similar why are we even talking about someone else in the boys lives what are they? A directory service? Mentioning the collab with Charlie Puth to JK is OK, mentioning the collab with Psy to Yoongi is OK, mentioning the collab with Taeyang to Jimin is OK, mentioning the collab with So Yoon to Joon is OK, etc.. but randomly mentioning some idol unprovoked?

I’m going back to a Bangchan live, the very recent one when he was asked if he saw how Jimin mentioned Felix in Pixid

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The question didn’t come out of nowhere, they didn’t just ask him about Jimin and called it a day, they precisely mentioned the part where Jimin mentioned Felix who is Chris’s (Bangchan) fellow bandmate and friend, also can you just see how genuine Chris’s reaction is? The way he was so happy to talk about that, the way he was so excited, the way he was just like you and i. And we did end up getting Felix doing the “Like Crazy” challenge after all

“Speak English”

Well no bitch how about YOU speak Korean for a change? YOU decided to stan a South Korean boy group and for all we know the official language in South Korea isn’t English, they don’t have to speak YOUR language or the language YOU best understand just to soothe your entitlement, if they do speak it from time to time it’s just out of generosity from them that they don’t even have to give to this shitty fandom.

It’s also the fact that they repeatedly keep on telling you that they don’t speak English or their English isn’t really good, that they don’t feel comfortable enough to speak English, but the comments keep on repeating the same bullshit order not even request, not only on every live but on the same live right after they say that they can’t speak English other comments pop up asking the same shit.

YOU go learn Korean, YOU go make the effort, they already make enough effort to give you high quality content, to stay in touch with a much undeserving fandom, to keep this fandom satisfied, you name it, so why on earth are we trying to burden them even more?

“Do this and that if *ship* is real”

No comment really.. It’s like the whole “blink if you’re being held hostage”, why the fuck would anyone with a sane mind think it’s okay to ask any member to do some type of sign to hint at a non-existent romantic relationship and to make it worse it’s sometimes about some very unrealistic pairings too, people they barely even interact with if not at all. Y’all go read some aus or something if that’s all you ever want from the boys.

Members could be talking about something serious, something touching, and the comments are basically just not caring about any of that more focused on getting their fantasy fulfilled. You should know that if the boys want to hint at something they don’t need a comment asking them to do it, if they’re trying to be cryptic or hint at anything it’ll spontaneously come from them, the same way JK decided HIMSELF to hint at “Letter”, it was his own decision, what HE wanted and if they want to hint at a relationship believe me you won’t even need to bother asking, they’ll be dropping the hints themselves and it’s up to attentive Army to notice.

I love how through years Jin, Joon, Yoongi and Tae have set some boundaries with Army, it’s like.. They’re already so fed up with all the toxicity and the entitlement, on the other hand our 3J are just way too fucking kind for this damn fandom, despite all the crappy things this fandom does they still manage to make time for us, manage to interact with us, manage to play a bit with us, jokingly flirt with us, heck Hobi gave us a whole boyfriend pov during his live and i don’t know if Army are actually dense or.. But do they really think it’s meant in a serious way? That JK being flirtatious some times means he wants to hook up with Army? That Jimin being kind enough to reply to silly questions makes him easy enough? Do they seriously not notice how they just genuinely want to make those interactions more fun but Army make everything regrettable.

Gosh i feel like i had much more shit to say about this but i’m already exhausted enough with long posts and my brain isn’t braining. Can this fandom get any shittier?

#I hate this fucking fandom #Youtube

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lenafromthenordiccoven · 1 year

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This Is Only Temporary - Part 2 of 3

(moodboard made by me, Top Gun Maverick screencaps by hd-screencaps, the rest is unsplash.com)

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x afab!reader x Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Rating: M – MDNI 18+

Word count: 4046

Warnings: Bob and Hangman being menaces, and so is reader (oops), little bit of fluff on top of MORE shameless flirting, beginnings of polyamory, Hangman being a flirty dick who wants what he thinks he can’t have; I’m neither US Navy nor American, so reader isn’t either – meaning there might be a little, uh, criticism here and there (also, we all know aviators are cocky af, right?), not beta-read but I did try to proofread a bit

Summary: After months of irregular phone and video calls, and constant e-mailing back and forth, you finally get to visit your boyfriend, Bob, in California. What you didn’t count on, was the fact that the guest room in his new house was temporarily occupied by one of his colleagues. The same cocky aviator, who can’t help but hit on you when you first meet – and even after he knows, you’re taken.

Read on ao3

Part 1 – Part 2 – Part 3

Taglist: @formulapierre (If you wanna be added to the taglist, just lemme know)

A/N: Part 2, here we gooooo. :D A little shorter than I thought it would be, and Jake turned out a little differently than I had expected, but I decided to just go with the flow. Songs for this chapter would be Whattaman by Salt-N-Pepa and Nowhere to Run by Lola Colette.

“I swear to God, if Beth and Rip don’t get their happy ending, the producers and I will need to have a word.” You grumbled at the episode of Yellowstone playing on TV, wrapped in a warm cocoon of Bob’s arms and a thin blanket on the couch in the living room. Your legs had intertwined with his and you rose and fell with his every breath while lying directly on top of him. You’d propped your head up one of your hands to see the TV better.

Bob’s chuckle rumbled through you and lured a smile onto your own lips. “I’m sure, they’ll be fine, darlin’.” His breath fanned across your ear and the side of your head – and you knew, he wasn’t really watching the show as much as he was your reactions to it. You’d started to watch Yellowstone together last year – well, together and still apart, just connected by a (video) call on your phones while you each watched on your own devices. Bob had suggested the show since he knew, you liked cowboys. (Not least because you loved Bob’s family and the farm where he grew up in Montana.) And it was set in Montana, so that was a plus.

“I had no idea, you were into cowboys, sweetheart,” Hangman’s voice suddenly said from the door arch led into the kitchen with its open counter that looked out over the living room.

You lifted your head from your hand on Bob’s chest to glare at Hangman over the back of the grey couch. The words died on your lips though as you laid eyes on him. He was wearing dark grey sweatpants that were hugging his hips just right (and maybe sitting a little too low). He’d forgone a shirt and his perfectly styled, golden blond hair was still tousled from sleep, sticking up into different directions. You couldn’t help the rush of heat flashing through your body and to your core as you let your eyes roam over his body. God damn it, he was hot. You knew, Bob was still watching for your reaction as his arms tightened around your waist. Besides, you were an open book to your boyfriend by now. You’d known each other for too long not to. “W-well …” You cleared your throat. “Depends on the cowboy, Hangnail.”

You turned your attention back to the TV, putting your head back down on Bob’s chest. You assumed Hangman had gone into the kitchen. But you didn’t get to watch a lot of it in peace when you heard footsteps approaching the couch. You shifted in Bob’s arms, turning over onto your back to be able to look at him without breaking your poor neck.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you saw Hangman leaning slightly over the back of the couch and staring down at you. You’d expected to see his thousand-watt-smile plastered onto his face, but his expression was somber. It reminded you a little of the way Bob looked when he wanted to apologize for something. But you couldn’t wrap your head around why Hangman would look at you like that.

“Listen, Y/N… And, I guess, this goes for Bob, too. I’m sorry about yesterday.” He brought up his right hand to scratch the back of his head sheepishly. “I didn’t know you two were a thing.”

“That wouldn’t have stopped you anyway. And it didn’t,” Bob replied before you could say something. But he said what you had been thinking as well. You hadn’t pegged Hangman as the kind of man that would be stopped by the knowledge of his desired conquest’s relationship status. Neither would you have thought him to be the kind of man to apologize for flirting with you.

Hangman sighed. “You’re right. And I … I just wanna say, I’m sorry, alright?”

“Don’t be,” you piped up. Suddenly reminded of your conversation last night with Bob before you’d both drifted off to sleep. “I actually don’t mind. Neither does Bob. And I do hope, you enjoyed last night’s show.”

“Oh, he did,” Bob teased behind you. One of his hands slid down your waist, over your hip to squeeze your thigh lightly. You could hear the smile in his voice, and you couldn’t help but smirk, when you saw the way Hangman’s face fell a little and his ears and cheeks turned red.

He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers. “I’d like to apologize for that, too,” he said with a groan.

You pushed yourself up until your face was only a couple inches away from Hangman’s. You narrowed your eyes for a moment. “Didn’t peg you to be the type to apologize, Jake. If anything, from what Robby told me, you’re more of a … How’d Salt-N-Pepa put it? A ‘Wham! Bam! Thank you, ma’am!’ type of guy.”

“Y/N…” Bob’s voice held an unspoken warning. But not for you to not push Jake, rather in the “Please watch your mouth, before you say something, we might both regret”-type of way.

You looked down at him over your shoulder and shot him a wink, before squeezing his hand on your thigh reassuringly. You weren’t going to cause friction between him and his friend. You just wanted to tease a little. You turned your attention back to Hangman. You lifted your hand from Bob’s and put Hangman’s chin between your index finger and thumb. Carefully pushing your face even closer to his until your lips almost brushed his. “And yet, you’re here this morning. After you watched Robby and I fuck.” Bob’s hand on your thigh squeezed again, but this time, there was no warning accompanying it. If anything, his hand trailed a little higher, back to your hip, innocently brushing over your clothed core. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through you. A reminder of last night and a promise of more to come. “Why? Did no lady want to take you home with her last night? Or were you curious to know what the two of us would sound and look like?”

You leaned back a bit, your lips curving upwards in a smile as you watched Jake’s chest, neck and face flushing an even deeper red underneath the golden-brown tan. His pupils dilated, transforming the emerald-green eyes of his to a darker shade. You could see the hunger in them. And the yearning. You wondered if he was lying to himself and the rest of the world. That he didn’t like to be this egotistical gigolo with a toothpick, but rather that he was playing this role others had assigned to him. Why, you weren’t sure. To protect himself? Or to prove that he was worthy of his job and others’ attention? Whatever it was, you couldn’t deny that you were curious to know what lay underneath all the bravado and charm.

He swallowed, cleared his throat and averted his eyes. Then he took a step back from the couch. “Right, we should probably get ready for dogfight football.” His voice was hoarse, low. You loved watching him this flustered. Loved it with Bob, too. But Bob had grown used to your special brand of teasing. You still got under his skin, but he fought back, too, from time to time. (Not that he really needed to. Let’s face it, one look from Bob and you could turn into a puddle at his feet.) Jake, though, provided a bit of a challenge.

Behind you, Bob sat up, intentionally pressing his chest to your back. He pressed a quick kiss behind your ear, then gently slapped your thigh. “He’s right, darlin’. We have to go.”

“Fine. But we’re not done talking about this, alright?”

The rest of the Dagger Squad were already assembled at the beach behind the Hard Deck, together with the bartender from yesterday (whom Bob introduced as Penny), his instructor for the last detachment and a dark-haired woman, who introduced herself as Phoenix.

“So, I should probably thank you for getting him back to me in one piece,” you said with a slight lovesick smile in Bob’s direction, who was currently talking to Fanboy.

Phoenix lightly clapped you on the back with her hand. “Nah, I wouldn’t have made it back without him either. We protect each other up there.”

“Suppose you have to, otherwise …” Your voice trailed off as you watched Jake – now back to his usual cocksure self and with the charm turned back up to a hundred – take off his shirt. He shot a wink in your direction before putting his sunglasses back on. You heard Phoenix say something, but the words didn’t quite register.

Bob walking over and wrapping you up in his arms saved you from an undignified response, though. “You two good?”

You nodded, as did Phoenix. You tried to ignore her change in behavior after Jake had winked at you, but you saw the light crease forming between her brows. Before she could say something though, Maverick called all the aviators onto the field – that wasn’t much more than an unoccupied part of the beach.

Bob was about to join them, but he turned back to you. “Do you want to join in?” His arm around your waist pulled you further against his body. You tried not to let the feeling of his body – although still fully clothed in a tattered yellow T-shirt and swim trunks – distract you too much.

You glanced at the group of the other aviators, who were now calling out for Bob to join them. Then you shook your head, directing your attention back to Bob. “You go ahead and have fun. I’ll stake out the beach and maybe go for a swim.”

“Alright. Love you,” he whispered and quickly kissed you. Nothing too salacious that would warrant the hollering and jeering coming from his friends, but it left you leaning up to try and chase his lips when he pulled away. He smirked down at you, licked his lips as he let go of you and walked over to his friends. Not before turning his head and winking at you the same way Jake had.

You blew him a kiss in response and rolled your eyes when he pretended to catch it. Your brain returned to the thought that you couldn’t quite believe he was really in front of you. Not just a figment of your imagination. God, how you’d missed him. And you were sure, none of his friends would have guessed that your presence alone would bring out a side of Bob that was more smug, secure in the knowledge that you loved him and were with him again.

“You’re not joining us, Y/N?” Jake called out, twirling the football in his hands. Some of the aviators – you thought, you heard Rooster and Payback – accompanied his question with several shouts of “Yeah, come on.”

You shook your head. “I don’t know a thing about American football. Apart from the fact that, if it lived up to its name, you wouldn’t be running around with the ball wedged under your arm. Should’ve named it American handball.” Your reply got a couple of “ooohs” and “She got you there, man”s from the others.

“Oh well, you enjoy the show then, sweetheart.” Jake grinned and you snorted at the callback to your earlier conversation in Bob’s living room. You weren’t quite sure if the heat that blossomed in your veins was the result of seeing Jake shirtless again – and clearly peacocking for your benefit – or if it was the heat of the California sun beating down at you.

You decided to join Penny in the shade of a parasol and watched the first two matches intently. You didn’t understand any of the rules, but Penny tried to explain them to you as best as she could. Not that it really mattered. You were barely paying to attention, too focused on watching Bob and Jake – on opposite teams. You bit your lip when Bob decided to take off his shirt after all, shocking his friends in return.

“You bring out a different side of him,” Penny suddenly said next to you, watching just as you were.

You turned your head, an eyebrow raised in question. “What?”

“Bob.” She nodded towards your boyfriend, who was just now running from Jake with the ball under his arm. Your eyes stayed trained on him, even as Jake caught him and tackled him to the ground. “I’ve never seen him this confident. Usually, he just hangs back, like he’s saving his strength or something. But with you, he even takes his shirt off.” She chuckled.

You blushed at the implications. “I don’t know. He’s almost smug when it’s just the two of us. But his shyness and consideration are part of his charm.” You smiled at her, then got up from your seat on the beach towel. “I think, I’m gonna go for a swim.”

You shimmied out of your jeans shorts and Bob’s shirt that you had taken hostage the last time he’d visited you in the UK, purposefully trying to ignore the whistling from the aviators. Until you recognized one of them to be Bob’s and your head snapped up and over to look in his direction. His hand lingered in front of his chin, and you blushed at the wide grin spreading on his face when your eyes locked – and at the reminder that you sported some distinctly shaped bruises on your upper thighs.

“That’s exactly what I mean,” said Penny with a smile of her own. You shook your head and chuckled, then went to where the waves crashed onto the beach.

While you dove into the water, you didn’t notice the way Phoenix took Bob aside for a moment. Nor would you have heard their conversation.

“What’s going on between Bagman and your girl?” she asked without any preamble. Bob froze, his eyes still locked on your head bobbing in the water as you swam not too far away from shore.

“I have no clue what you’re talkin’ about.”

Phoenix groaned, forcing Bob to look at her with a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t lie to me, man. You must be blind not to see the way they’re flirting with each other. Especially Bagman. He’s got it down bad for your girlfriend. And you’re fine with that?”

Bob shrugged. Of course, the ease with which you retorted Jake’s flirtations stung a little. But it wasn’t like you reacted any more than if it were Bob doing the flirting. If anything, he could see clearly through your own mask of bravado around Jake, trying to hide the insecurities he knew so much about by now. And he’d be lying if he didn’t like the idea of you and Jake maybe acting on your mutual attraction. You and Bob had talked about it late last night, entangled in each other’s arms and on the brink of sleep. In fact, Bob had been the one to bring it up. The idea of seeing if Jake would work as a third person in your relationship. The flirting and teasing went on easy enough between you. Bob just wasn’t sure, if Jake would be willing to open up as much as he would need to, if he even wanted to join the two of you in this relationship.

“Hello? Earth to Bob. You there?”

He turned his attention back to Phoenix. “Yeah, yeah, ‘m here. Actually, I don’t mind. It’s just harmless fun. Y/N would never cheat on me, I trust her on that front. Besides, it would depend on your definition of cheating anyway.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Bob didn’t reply immediately, instead heeding Maverick’s call to return to the game. He fell into a jog back to the group but turned around to throw back at Phoenix: “Monogamy isn’t the only way to live in a relationship, ‘nix.”

The sun was way past its zenith when Dagger Squad called it quits on the football front. While the majority of the group agreed to just stay at the Hard Deck, you admitted to Bob that you were positively starving right now and if you could find a place to eat.

“Burger’s okay?” Bob asked, gently pulling your body closer, until yours was flush against his. You nodded, unable to hide the way your eyes flickered to his lips for a second. Distracted by the way he was licking them, unintentionally reminding you of the way his tongue felt between your legs. You cleared your throat and took a step backwards. Otherwise, you couldn’t guarantee, you wouldn’t have dragged him behind the dumpsters right now.

“I’ll just tell Phoenix, we won’t be joining them, okay?” Bob leaned down, kissing you quickly, before waiting for your response.

“Yep. Would you … mind if we asked Jake to come with us? Given what we talked about last night and this morning, I just … kinda wanna try to get a minute to see if this would actually work. I mean, we haven’t even suggested it to him yet, so, I just thought –” Bob silenced your rambling by pressing his index finger against your lips, then he moved his hand to brush his knuckles against your cheek.

He was smiling his lopsided smile when he replied: “You know, I don’t mind. Do you want to ask him or should I?”

“I’ll go. You tell Phoenix.” You leaned up on tiptoes to press a quick kiss of your own against his lips, your hands resting on his chest that was once again covered up by his Navy T-shirt.

“’kay. Meet at the car?” he asked, and you nodded, before trotting off towards where Jake stood with Javy.

“Well, would you look at that. The princess graces us with her presence.” Jake grinned at you and you rolled your eyes at the new nickname. Really? Princess? You could deal with sweetheart, but princess was a step too far. Even if he’d said it with a light sarcastic undertone. “What can we do for you?”

Since he didn’t look like he would further comment on the sudden appearance of princess in his vocabulary, you didn’t mention it and instead chose to get right to it. “Robby and I were just wondering if you wanted to come with us, we’re gonna get burgers for dinner. And seeing as you’re still staying at Bob’s place and we came here with one car, it just might be easier if you –”

“Sure.”

You hadn’t even finished before Jake had agreed. In fact, he’d been so quick to say yes, you were stunned into silence for a few moments. You blinked at him. “Okay, then. We’re meeting Bob at the car.”

“Lead the way, darlin’.” Jake tilted his head a little downwards. Not that he wasn’t always looking down at you – he was as tall as Bob, after all. Bob just … didn’t always feel as tall. He made himself small sometimes, which you understood. Sometimes it was just easier to try and be invisible instead of standing out like Jake apparently always did.

You quickly said goodbye to Javy and then walked around the bar towards the car, where Bob was already waiting for you, leaning against the hood, his hands in the pockets of his swim trunks. He pushed himself off the car when he saw you approach.

“So, where do you wanna go? Leroy’s?” Jake suggested when you’d reached Bob.

“Sounds good.” Bob answered for both of you. After all, this was your first time in California and in Fightertown. You had no idea what was good here – just knew that you were really hungry, and you’d probably die in the next five minutes if they didn’t get a move on.

You’d spent the drive from the Hard Deck to Leroy’s – full name actually being “Leroy’s Fantastical Burger Shack” – talking about the football game. Or rather, Bob and Jake were talking about it. You just listened and tried to wrap your head around the rules. While you were studying the menu and ultimately decided on a veggie burger, you noticed the look Bob shot you over the menus. He seemed to silently ask you if everything was okay, since you hadn’t said much over the last couple of minutes.

Even Jake seemed to notice. He put his menu down and looked at you from across the table, a twinkle in those green eyes. “So, how’d you enjoy your first Californian beach day?”

You smiled, warmth spreading throughout your chest at the two of them caring enough for you to pull you into the conversation. Even though Bob recognized the signs that you were exhausted and that’s why you’d fallen silent, not because you didn’t want to participate or felt left out. “It was … good. Been a while since I got to swim in the ocean. I just think, I might have gotten too much sunlight. I’m exhausted.”

“And here I thought, that might have something to do with what you two got up to last night,” Jake replied, the corners of his mouth twitching. You couldn’t help the smile growing into a grin on your face. So, this is where he wanted to steer the conversation? Fine. Two could play that game. Or more than two people, for that matter.

“That reminds me, we never finished our talk from this morning.” Before you could continue, the waitress came to take your orders. And you couldn’t fault her for batting her eyelashes at Jake. To your surprise, he let her down gently. You’d expected Jake to take her up on her flirting, maybe disappear into the bathroom for a bit before returning to you. After all, Bob had said, he was a nice guy if you got to him better – but that Jake was also still a bit of a womanizer. Scratch that, he was a big ass womanizer. But Jake didn’t leave. Instead, his eyes kept flitting between you and Bob. That small gesture alone sent heat blossoming through your chest down into your stomach. Maybe Bob had been right in suggesting Jake as a third person in your relationship.

“Right, where were we?” Bob tried to steer the conversation back to the topic at hand before you’d been interrupted by the waitress.

“The talk we had this morning,” you replied. You blinked, looked out through the window onto the relatively busy street outside. Gathering your strength before you said what you wanted to next: “Robby and I have a suggestion to make, Jake. This is only temporary, but it’s a suggestion nevertheless.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart. I’m curious what comes next.” Jake leaned forward, bracing his chin in his hands, with his elbows on the table. You looked at Bob, who nodded encouragingly and took your hand over the table, lightly squeezing it.

“It could be more though, if you want,” Bob helped you along.

You saw Jake’s mega-watt smile flicker; he furrowed his brows.

“I don’t know how familiar you are with the concept of polyamory. But that doesn’t really matter right now anyway. Uh …”

“Are you two asking me to join you for a threesome?” Jake now raised one of his eyebrows. While you could see the glimmer of desire – and was that hope, too? – in his eyes, his face remained serious. He leaned back a bit, as if he was suddenly wary of you. Maybe even scared that this was all an elaborate prank to get him back for watching you last night.

“And … more, if we all want and it goes well,” Bob replied. You nodded in agreement.

“We’re not joking, Jake. You were right, I do like what I see. And I actually enjoy flirting with you. I just want you to know, this would require communication. Honest communication. I don’t expect you to rattle down your whole life’s story in front of us. Just … Be honest,” you explained. When you were done, you saw Jake take a deep breath. And that look of yearning from this morning was back on his face. “Okay,” he said after a couple of seconds passed. “What would you like to know?”

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cumxxslutt · 1 year

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HI ! i love your works and i wanted to request this because u write sooo well !! 🙂💞. Can you do one with all of bloodline and the reader is in trouble for going out with friends without asking so they punish her but like first they lecture her but she has a attitude so then they punish ! (only if ur comfortable) !! 💗.

Hi my darling , I don’t know if you seen my recent post but I am temporarily not doing any NSFW , but I did add a punishment 😉 , anyways I also added a little something so enjoy! .

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Fuck

Fem/Black Reader

Warnings:cussing , sneaking out ig? , angst , upset reader , reader needs comfort , nightmares , upset boys , happy ending . !

Summary: reader sneaks out and the boys find out .

Bloodline x reader

Enjoy .

“Fuck” I mumbled tripping over a shoe in my closet picking up my red bottoms and sticking my headout my walk-in closet to make sure Roman was sleep sense he had came in my room to lay with me , quickly and quietly walking towards Roman and placing a kiss on his forehead then turning the tv up a bit so he can’t hear me open the door and wake up

I mentally groan running over the cold tiles , creeping down the stairs I get a view of the living room seeing solo and the twins knocked out with the tv playing some random YouTube video of these people building a damn pool and house thing [ifykyk . 😭] blowing a kiss towards them and grabbing my purse from the small table near the front door and slowly opening the door and closing it back

“You finna get us killed” Ari said shaking her head and laughing as she parked the car “well” I said shrugging my shoulders

“Yeaa fuck it up” Alexa said as she recorded me shaking my ass for the camera her and Ari slapping my ass as I do so , “lol” I captioned the video Ari tagged me in and reposting it .

Solo’s Pov :

“Damn” I said getting up and stretching my back cracking looking around for the remote I find it and turn the tv off , going into the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water then turning the kitchen light off and walking upstairs to go find y/n walking towards her room where I hear the tv playing , pushing the door open I see the tv playing ‘Wild ‘n out” I look over towards her bed , only to see Roman , But no y/n

‘Where the fuck is she’ I think walking into her bathroom connected to her room to only be met with nothing walking around , I still didn’t see her so I walked out and walked into her closet nothing there but a couple of bags and her clothes and some of me and the boys clothes in pile but no y/n

“Yo” I said shaking Roman so he would wake up “Roman” I said he only turnt the other way “Aye Roman” I said a little louder “what” he said sitting up and rubbing his eyes “where y/n” I said curious “what” he said now standing up looking confused “I said where’s y/n she’s not up here” I said with a calm face but I was panicking “I thought she was up here” he said confused “I know I thought the same thing”

After looking around the whole house we still couldn’t find her “go wake the twins up” Roman said in all seriousness I only nodded and walked in the living room after a couple minutes of shaking them jey woke up “bruh get the fuck on” he said mugging me “mane shut up , we can’t find y/n” I said hitting the back of his head he rubbed the spot where I hit him “stop playing with me , and what you mean you can’t find y/n” he said now fully waking up “I mean we can’t find her dumb ass”

“Okay where was the last place she went” jimmy said we where all sitting in Romans truck “well she went upstairs” jey said “just call her phone” Roman said irritated “you know we could’ve been then that” jey said rolling his eyes jimmy only sighed opening his phone , his phone immediately opening onto instagram sense that was the last thing he was on , “look it said she posted on her story” jey said pointing it out jimmy only clicked on it

Y/n Pov:

“Lemme see who looked at my story Chile” I mumbled sipping on my drink , “ew stalking ass nigga” I mumbled seeing my ex looked at my story , oh dad-wait jimmy? , “fuck” is all I say before my mind goes blank , standing up almost tripping over my own damn feet “bitch we gotta get outta here now” I said to Alexa who was grinding against some ugly ass boy I swear this girl does not know how to pick ‘em

“Oh my god , we have to get the fuck out of here” I said panicking while Ari grabbed Alexa , “okay let’s go” Ari said dragging Alexa behind her , running out the club and into the parking lot we here someone honk there horn at us , turning around we see that all so familiar truck “fuck” I whispered “oh shit , your fucked” Ari said laughing ,

“Hi” I mumbled shyly to the four men in front of me , I didn’t get a response but no matter what I was not gonna pick my head up to look at them , “look at me” I heard Roman say , I only shook my head making it worser on myself , “what did he tell you , pick your head up now” I heard solo stern voice say , sighing and finally picking my head up I see the look on there faces , pure anger , “let’s go” jimmy mumbled as jey dragged me by my arm , “BYEE” Alexa drunk ass yelled out as I rolled my eyes at her behavior

The car ride home was silent as hell , I was Literally shaking , pulling up to the house I was scared the car came to a stop , we all sat there for a couple of minutes , as they all got out I stayed put not wanting to move a inch , suddenly my side of the door was snatched open by jimmy as he took me by the arm and pulled me out the car by my arm “oww” I let out a small whimpered “shut up” Roman said basically growling at me

“So-“ before he could even finish his sentence I fell out crying , “‘m sorry , I’m so sorry” I cried apologizing over and over , my vision going blurry “stop” Roman said lowly , but I couldn’t I kept crying , “why did you leave out without telling us” solo said , “because” I started off as I started hiccuping “because if I would have asked , you would have said no” I said crying , they didn’t say anything

“‘m sorry” I said getting up to hug Roman as I wrapped my arms around him he took both of my arms and pushed them down “you disobeyed me , we already told you that you couldn’t go out , but you didn’t listen , now look at you , in trouble” I only cried at his words “nah , stop all that crying” jimmy told me but I only cried harder “what I tell you , all that crying gon give you a headache , now stop” I slowly stopped crying , only whimpering now

“Now your on punishment” ‘goddamn’ was all I thought , “what punishment am I on” I said feeling like I wanted to cry again

“figure it out” Roman mumbled walking away from me , the twins only looked at me then walked away , solo kissed my head and walked off , stepping out the shower and drying off and walking into my room expecting to see one of the boys ready to get me ready for bed , but none of them was here , I only sighed and got ready myself

Turning on some random ass Netflix show , then getting into bed making sure my bonnet is sturdy before laying down , letting a few tears fall before wiping my eyes and turning over and closing my eyes so I can go to sleep .

3rd Person Pov :

Y/n fell asleep feeling guilty but little did she know four men where feeling even guiltier , Roman sat up against the headboard in the guest room , feeling guilty for not being with her , yeah she went out when she wasn’t supposed too but he knew she needed help when getting ready , it wasn’t that she didn’t know how to do it , it’s just Y/n always expected one of her boys to do it

Jimmy sat up in the living room staring into space , what was he thinking about? Hmm let’s see ,

Jimmy thoughts :

‘Maybe she just wanted to go out’ he thought ‘I mean we could’ve gave her a bath like always or maybe got her dressed and possibly layed with her , naw I’m overreacting , or am I ‘ ?

3rd Person Pov:

Solo and jey didn’t technically feel bad they just wanted to make sure she wouldn’t do it again so a punishment wouldn’t be bad but they did feel bad about letting her sleep alone sense she had been having nightmares recently

*Scream*

Romans Pov:

My head shot up at the scream as I hurried up and got out of the bed I heard multiple footsteps running up the stairs , I seen boys coming up the stairs as we started running towards Y/n room we heard another scream I open the door and there she was , bonnet halfway off , sweating , and shaking we ran to her as jey started shaking her to wake her up

Y/n Pov

I woke up with a loud scream , turning to the right to see the boys , jey is the closest to me so I jump in his arms , and just start crying , “please don’t let them take me again” [this lil nightmare thing is something that has happened to me so I just wanted to throw that in there .] “shh , it’s okay nobody is gonna get you mama” jey said pulling me close and rubbing my back , and all I could do was cry , he lifted me up holding me like a baby and moving my covers out the way so he can get in the bed with me , my bed is really large so the rest of the boys got on the bed with us

I was still crying a bit but I started to calm down as I felt jimmy rubbing circles on my thigh while jey kept kiss my temple over and over , and solo and Roman just rubbing over my body , I finally calmed down and now it was just quiet “‘m really sorry for going out” I mumbled feeling embarrassed , it was quite until jey spoke up “it’s okay pretty girl but you can’t just do that ‘hmm” I shook my head , “‘m won’t do it again , I don’t like punishments like that” I said pouting they only chuckled “we are also sorry baby girl” Roman said giving me a kiss on the lips , solo also reached over and gave me a kiss , jimmy being jealous sat up and grabbed me by my head and gave me a sloppy kiss I chuckled at that then jey gave me another kiss on the temple then smacked my ass “JE-“ I was cut off when I felt multiple hands on my ass “oh my god” I said rolling my eyes , they only chuckled and said “goodnight Mama” I smiled replying with “Night Night” [y’all I love saying that . 😭]

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Okay well this wasn’t my best but I got a HC coming up so be on the lookout for that! .

Also this not read over at all . 😭

Love you all . 🎀

*NOT MY GIF ABOVE*

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amiscreations · 11 months

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Meeting All of Def Leppard in Sheffield!!!!

Yes, really! and no this wasn't part of a meet and greet or anything, I just happened to be incredibly blessed that weekend🥰 so sit back, relax, get your snacks, and lemme give you a comprehensive timeline of how I met the guys!

So you guys all know my interaction with Sav at the album signing, if not read about it here, but that was my only interaction with Sav.

other than that, my friends happened to be staying at the same hotel that the Leppards and their crew were!

the only one of the Leppard crew who wasn't staying there was Sav, because he was staying at his house (he lives in Sheffield so ig it makes sense) but yeah that was why we didn't see him at all after the signing.

also the man is illusive af so even if he was staying at the hotel we prob wouldn't have seen much of him😅

Right, now time for the others!

The next Leppard I met (and I still genuinely cannot believe this) was Joe!

We got back to the hotel after the concert and he was just… there? In the lobby/restaurant area? WHAT?

I will admit that I did feel a little bad going up to him as he seemed like he just wanted to hang out with his friends who were all there, but at this point I didn’t know that they were staying at the hotel so I didn’t know if I’d ever get this opportunity again.

He was sO NICE and sO TIPSY LMAO

We didn’t say much to each other apart from the usual “the show was amazing!” And “Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it” kinda routine bUT STILL I WAS TALKING TO JOSEPH ELLIOTT HIMSELF ANYTHING WAS MORE THAN AMAZING

he is also vERY tall in person

Like I knew he was like 6′3 or something like that but my short ass just did not expect him to be that tall for some reason

But yeah that was that

Another fun thing was that we stayed in the lobby for a little while and we could just hEAR him laughing and talking

Something I learned about Joe Elliott on this trip is that tHE MAN IS LOUD WHEN TIPSY

Just as we were about to retire for the night, in walks The Thundergod himself, Mr Rick Allen!

Of course we got a picture with him and he was very intent on taking it himself in selfie mode LMAO

(my friends were in this too but I decided to crop them out bc I wasn't sure if they wanted to be on Tumblr or not)

HE IS SO LOVELY AAAAAAA

Cut to the next day, I meet my friends in Starbucks, and we weren’t in there more than 10 mins, and Rick walks in!

My friend apparently had always wanted to buy him coffee, so the went up and paid for his order aWWW

he then proceeded to come and sit at our table and we just... talked?

as if we were old friends?

WHAT?

HE IS SO NICE AND SO CHARMING AND SO FUNNY I JUST AWWW

we ended up running into him a lot that day and the next, and he genuinely seemed happy to see us!

at one point he said “greetings earthlings” to us and did the Star Trek salute

long story short for about 48 hours we became best friends with Rick Allen and I miss him every day

Next up: Phil

our first interaction was very generic (well as generic as you can get when you're literally meeting one of your favourite people on the entire planet)

we ran into him in the lobby of the hotel and we talked about the concert for a bit

he said he was super excited for the rest of the tour AWW

we saw him a couple of other times that day but other than a “hello” and a smile we didn't bother him at all

we would have done the same whenever we saw Rick but I cannot stress enough that HE was the one coming up to US when ever he saw us

later that day we also saw Joe again but we didn't go up to him as he was with Jess and Mike and seemed busy ( he was honestly probably going out to film something👀)

Ok this next part might be a lil sad

But we also went to visit Steve🥺

I didn’t expect to cry, but as soon as the three of us laid eyes on his gravestone we just all broke down into tears.

There was a lot of lil bits of memorabilia there that looked like they had been there for a long time, mostly guitar picks and lil notes.

But the part that got us? There was a picture of him and Phil there which you can just about see in the first photo

Not me crying again rn

But we have him some flowers (which we all wrote a note on) and I also gave him a guitar pick.

I’d actually found this guitar pick on the floor in Brighton a few weeks ago, and it was from a music touring company. I’d completely forgotten I’d left it in my bag, but I think it was absolutely a sign when I found it on the floor.

Everything felt so heartbreakingly perfect

We got to share this little moment with him💜

Ok sad stuff over

Cut to the next day, we’re back at Starbucks again getting breakfast. surely nothing else out of the ordinary could happen, right?

well that was proven wrong when VIVIAN CAMPBELL WALKED IN HKSFBKFJS

seriously we weren’t even planning to stay in there wE WERE IN THERE FOR LIKE FIVE MINUTES TO GET BREAKFAST AND THEN GO

anyways I got to give him one of my art prints

I actually forgot to say I gave one to Rick as well as Sav

well I gave one to Scott (sav’s son who I saw at the OAC pop up) and he said he would give it to Sav AWW

the only one I didn't give a print to was Joe and im sO MAD bc I made a bunch of Joe prints to give out to the fans at the concert and over the weekend bUT I FORGOT TO SAVE ONE FOR THE MAN HIMSELF AAAAAH IM SORRY JOE

I can just imagine all the guys showing each other their prints and Joe being like 🥺why didn't I get one?

I WILL GET A PRINT TO JOE IF IT KILLS ME DW THIS IS NOW MY MISSION

ANYWAYS Viv was super cool but super shy aww so it didn't seem right to ask him for a picture

[EDIT] idk how I forgot this part but Viv actually recognised me from the signing???!!!! He said “aw I recognise you, you were the one with Sav’s jacket😃” I kept my cool somehow but I was fREAKING OUT

esp in the cafe where I don’t think he wanted attention drawn to him😅

also side note I can confirm that Viv is absolutely ripped irl like bRUUUH👁👄👁

everyone talks about how buff phil is but nO ONE TALKS ABOUT VIV

soz but that just needed to be said.

we decided to stay in the lobby and ofc we saw the leppards a bunch again

literally it was so surreal

just as they were getting ready to check out Joe came out of the elevator and said “good morning ladies” to us

we all just collectively internally screamed

we said some other things to him and vice versa but my brain was going 100 miles an hour (BC THAT’S JOE ELLIOTT RIGHT THERE TALKING TO US?) so I honestly dont remember what exactly we were saying😅

another fun thing was that my friend had gifted him a shirt at the signing aND THE MAN WAS WEARING IT AS HE WAS CHECKING OUT

IT WAS SO SWEET AND WE ALL JUST CRIED

and then as he walked out he said “ladies I bid you adieu”

*more internal feral screaming*

Viv also went to check out and Caitlin (his wife) was with him and I stg she gave me a death glare LMAO

I honestly don’t think she meant to lol but it was still funny

like don’t worry I'm not gonna steal your man calm down

I managed to stop Phil just in time to give him one of my art prints!

one of my friends also had a programme from the Pyro days that had a double page pic of the guys and everyone had their signature (yes this even had Steve’s signature) apart from Phil

and she finally got to complete it by asking him to sign it!

the best part about this was that he seemed so genuinely happy to see Steve’s signature

he then gAVE ME AND HER HUGS WTF FHDHDHSH

we both then cried 😃

like literally we were both so overwhelmed (in a good way) that we just had to let it all out

and just like that, they were on their way to the airport

when I left for Sheffield four days prior I had no idea that when I left, I could say I'd had conversations with all five of my favourite people in the world.

hopefully this was the first time of many I’ll see them!

#I tried my best to recount this in chronological order lmao #but I'm also aware that a lot of this is all over the place #esp bc I saw Rick a BUNCH so it was kinda hard to document every interaction lmao #also Jess and Mike definitely recognised us LMAO #I think the person we saw the most was actually Ryan tho #he was genuinely everywhere #I hope I'm in a slog btw #but yeah I genuinely cannot believe how incredibly lucky I was to meet everyone #and the fact that we got to talk to them properly #everything fell so miraculously into place that weekend #lots of 'right place right time' ofc #but also I just feel incredibly blessed #and I truly wish that every leppard fan reading this gets to meet the guys at some point #bc they are all genuinely such lovely and down to earth people #the weekend honestly still feel like a dream #an amazing dream come true #Def Leppard #Joe Elliott #Rick Savage #Rick Allen #Phil Collen #Vivian Campbell #Steve Clark #Sheffield #the stadium tour #Also how this became so much longer than my stadium tour post I have no idea #ig it spans several days but still

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Chapter 6 - The Ghosts of Babylon

Series Chapter Index | Read on AO3 | Complete

Rating: Explicit, 18+, here be smut and violence Series tags: Joel Miller x You, Joel Miller x Reader, Joel & Ellie, mostly follows canon, LGBTQ+ characters, y/n is bi/pan, y/n is ~45, violence, pregnancy, abortion, medical trauma, emotional trauma, panic attacks, sex work, suicide, smut, slow burn, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, romance, no use of y/n, reader has longish hair, Joel can lift you, smallish age gap (~11 years), I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3

~*~

You’re tending to a patroller’s sprained finger in the back of the clinic when you hear a commotion from the waiting area, panicked yelling. The flashback takes you the way it usually does, sudden and violent, stealing your breath, your heart a pounding rush in your ears.

You’re standing in a hallway full of gurneys, watching Joanna’s jerky, painful crawl toward you as you try desperately to kick her away. Your white sneakers slip and slide on fresh pools of blood as your girlfriend reaches and grabs for your ankle, her grip cold and burning up at the same time.

Jo.

You swallow hard, coming to. You’re not at the hospital, you’re in Jackson.

Not now. Not now, can’t do that now.

“Handle this,” you snap at the watching nurse, hoping she doesn’t hear the tremor in your voice.

“Lemme go! No! I need her !” The voice is high and plaintive, young and scared.

“Ellie?”

You step through the waiting room doors to see the girl struggling with a male nurse, desperate and flailing. Her eyes lock on yours, filling with relief.

“Joel…his heart…” the girl starts, then bursts into tears.

Shit.

You grab the portable defibrillator and the med kit you keep by the door, following the girl out of the clinic. “I’m going, it’s at the end of Rancher Street, send backup,” you tell the nurse behind you.

The door to the house is wide open when Ellie and you crash into the living room. Joel is sitting back to the wall of the kitchen island, clutching at his left shoulder with a grimace, conscious, but his skin is sickly gray and shining with sweat.

You’re on your knees next to him, feeling for a pulse, ripping the buttons off his flannel armor with practiced ease. His exposed chest heaves in fast, gasping breaths. “Joel? Can you talk?”

He gives a nod but doesn’t speak, eyes shining with fear.

“Did you take anything?” you ask. He shakes his head once.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Ellie’s wavering voice interrupts, and you turn, having momentarily forgotten she was there.

“Ellie, I need you to go get your uncle,” you say, thinking fast. “Can you do that?”

“Uncle…you mean Tommy?”

“Yes. Hurry.”

She runs off and you turn back to Joel. You can’t work with her standing over you, and if you need to use the AED, you don’t want her to see it.

“Sure you didn’t take anything? Pills? Been drinking?”

“Don’t drink,” he gasps out. “My shoulder–”

“Family history of heart attacks? High blood pressure, anything like that?”

“Dunno,” he grits his teeth. “Parents died…early…”

You pull a stethoscope from your go bag, fitting the earpieces and pressing the pad just above his sternum, listening for the telltale signs of arrhythmia. His heartbeat is fast but regular, galloping in his chest.

“Breathe,” you say. “Deep breaths.”

He shakes his head but does as he’s told, slowing his breath down. His face begins to regain its color with each exhale.

You sit back on your heels, pulling the stethoscope down. “You might have had a small one…but I don’t think you’re having a heart attack right now.”

He looks up at you, confused.

“I want to get you back to the clinic for an EKG so we can be sure.”

“No–”

“Not an option,” you cut him off. “If not for you, then for Ellie. She’s scared as hell and needs to know you’re going to be okay.”

At the mention of his daughter, he’s suddenly recalcitrant, scowling but nodding.

You pause, thinking. “Have you had panic attacks before, Miller?”

He meets your eyes in a silent glare as if to say, who hasn’t?

“This was different. Shoulder’s been givin’ me grief, my whole arm went numb. It’s never been like that.”

“May I take a look at your arm?”

He looks like he’s going to refuse, but then reneges, stiffly moving to pull down his left sleeve in an attempt to slide it off. The movement is enough to make him cry out in pain.

“Easy, easy. Let me.”

You slide the sleeve off his arm, running up the smooth, warm muscle of his bicep and around to his back, examining his body in a way you’ve never been allowed before.

“Fuck,” he snaps when you press into the meat of his shoulder, flinching and hissing in pain.

“Aha. Ever had a rotator cuff injury?”

He shakes his head, grimacing as you probe the tender area and the muscles and tendons around it.

“Well, Miller, I think that’s what you have here. Could be just a strain, could be a tear, hard to know for sure without proper imaging.”

“That all?”

“You’re not young,” you say. “You lift something the wrong way, twist yourself into a tight space, pinch a nerve…even a few rounds of particularly athletic sex can do damage at your age.”

At your age.

“Like, say…up against a wall,” you continue, lips quirking in a distinctly unprofessional smirk.

The look in his eyes says he either wants to throttle you or rip your clothes off and take you right here on the floor. You know the line between the two is razor-thin.

He doesn’t get a chance to respond because there’s a flurry of activity at the door. Ellie has returned with Tommy, and the backup you requested is right behind them. Thankfully it doesn’t look like you’re going to need it.

“Think you can walk, Miller? Or do we need the stretcher?”

~*~

The neighborhood asshole is surprisingly pliant as you apply the sticky pads and wires to his torso. You get to see the scar on his abdomen– not a bite , you decide–and this time he doesn’t flinch when you touch it in passing.

Ellie stays by his side as you wait for the machine to take a reading, biting her cuticles and watching him like he might evaporate into dust if she takes her eyes off him for a second.

The protector becomes the protected.

The girl’s eyes drift to the scar on his abdomen, and you don’t read curiosity in her gaze, only memory, something painful and deep. His hand reaches for hers and holds it tight, and you have to turn away. The exchange lasts mere seconds but leaves you feeling like an intruder.

Well, you are.

The EKG is clear, as you suspected it would be, and you return with the good news. You lean against the door frame of the exam room, suddenly bone-tired.

“I think we should do an echo to be safe, but it doesn’t have to be tonight. I’m going to give you a brace for your shoulder. You need to wear it,” you say to Joel, emphasizing each word. “If you don’t keep it stable, it could tear. And no lifting. Nothing…athletic.”

His eyes bore into yours as you give him a tiny, knowing smile.

Ellie looks relieved enough to cry, but she doesn’t, just punches Joel on his good arm. “Don’t fuckin’ scare me like that, man.”

“Go home and get some rest,” you say softly.

They head out, her tucked under his arm, and you could swear you hear him whisper an apology as they leave.

~*~

You find him at your office when you return from a house call the next day, waiting in a folding chair outside the door.

“Miller?”

He jumps up when he sees you walking toward him, hands shoved into his pockets. You notice the subtle wince and the careful way he holds his left shoulder as he stands.

“Everything okay?”

“Fine,” he says. “Can we talk? Maybe somewhere…private?”

You arch an eyebrow.

“Not for that,” he ducks his head, a flush in his cheeks.

“Alright, come in.”

He follows you inside the converted supply closet where you stay when you have a rare free moment. There’s a shelf running along the back wall, a set of filing cabinets, two chairs, a desk, and a cot behind it.

“You want coffee?” You edge around him to get to your desk, gesturing to the folding chair in front of it.

“Sure.”

You measure out the water for the electric kettle and set it to boil, then spoon precious coffee crystals into two mugs.

“Instant?” He wrinkles his nose.

“Desperate times…desperate measures…and the times are always desperate.”

The kettle froths and beeps. You pour the boiling water into the mugs and slide one across the desk.

“Damn,” he grimaces, taking a sip. “That’s worse than the sludge at the mess hall.”

“It’s better with cream.”

He looks at the mug, looks at you, then back at the mug. “Doubt it.”

“I suppose you can do better?”

“Wouldn’t be hard to,” he mutters, but he takes another sip anyway.

“So, are you wearing the brace?”

He reaches over and tugs at the edge of his collar, pulling it aside to reveal the beige elastic band across his neck and left shoulder. “Ellie threatened to break the other arm if I didn’t.”

“That sounds about right,” you smile. “And…any chest pain? Shortness of breath?”

He shakes his head. “It was…what you said. Panic attack.”

“Do you have those often?”

He takes a deep breath but doesn’t answer.

“I have them, too,” you say, the confession tumbling out before you can stop it. “I guess we’ve all seen some shit we can’t un-see.”

“More than you know,” he whispers.

The pause stretches into silence.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry,” he says finally. “For pulling a gun on you…when El was sick.”

You nearly choke on your drink. You have to feign a coughing fit while he looks on with an expression of mild confusion.

“An apology? From Joel Miller? Be still, my heart,” you say when you can finally speak.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters. “Laugh it up. But I mean it. I appreciate you looking out for her…and me.”

You gasp, putting a hand to your chest in mock surprise. “An apology and a thank-you? Careful, Miller, you’re going soft.”

He smirks at this, finishes the dregs of his coffee, and pushes the mug back to you.

“Holy shit. Was that a smile ? Is it my fucking birthday or something?”

“Shuddup.”

You lower your voice to a rasp, leaning in. “And here I thought you just wanted to bend me over the desk.”

His face falls, and he looks so deeply uncomfortable that you almost regret saying it. “Yeah, about that. We can’t…I can’t…do that anymore.”

“There are other positions that won’t put pressure on your shoulder–”

“It’s not about…my arm,” he says, then clears his throat. “The new joist will be up tomorrow. Tommy said he’d swing by and help me fit it in. We can’t finish it up pretty, there’s no drywall, but at least the pipes won’t freeze up again. Then we’re done. No more, uh… payment necessary.”

“Ah…I see,” you say softly. “Then I guess…it’s been nice doing business with you, Miller.”

He nods, licking his lips. After a long moment, he stands to leave, hands on his hips, looking like he wants to say something else.

When he doesn’t, you look down at your desk, pretending to focus on your paperwork. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then. Take care of that shoulder. And I want you back here for an ECG next week.”

~*~

That night, you return to your little green house and climb the stairs to the attic to check the radio. There’s a new broadcast from FEDRA on the recorder; something about transmission disruptions along the network due to the events in Kansas City, letting you know it might be a while before you hear anything else.

You’ve been thinking about Joel since he left your office, having broken off your little arrangement. You knew the contracting work wouldn’t last forever, and you got the sense Joel was ashamed of your trysts–he fucked you like he couldn’t wait to get away from you–so it’s not a surprise, exactly, but it changes the nature of the job.

But more importantly, Ellie requested you at the clinic and was even ready to fight off another nurse to get to you. She trusts you, and Joel…well, you don’t think he’s going to be a problem now. He seems to have softened, the health scare bringing out some tender underbelly of humanity in him. Yes, you decide, this has been a positive development all around.

You pull the chain to turn off the overhead bulb and climb down from the attic. At this rate, you could be back in Boston before the snow flies.

You’re surprised to find the thought isn’t exactly a comfort.

#fanfic #the last of us hbo #joel miller #joel and ellie #ellie williams #joel miller x reader #joel x you

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Down the Rabbit Hole | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (Harper)

Wordcount: 9.1k

Genre: smut, bdsm!au, coworkers!au

Rating: 18+ Minors, please do not read or interact.

Synopsis: Harper is proud of being an esteemed professional and recruiter in the field she works, however her roles comes with many responsibilities she would be happy to set aside just once. When her friend Daisy accompanies her to a risqué soirée at The Rabbit Hole, she’s willing to stop teaching and start learning. But she didn’t expect for her trainer to be someone she know so well.

Warnings: coworkers getting a bit too spicy with each other, discussion of bdsm themes (suspension play, hardcore pet play, latex fetish, knife play and caging genitalia are mentioned as hard limits), negotiation of a bdsm scene, soft(ish) dom!Yoongi (Sir), sub!reader, praise kink, restraint (sub must keep her hands on the headboard), disobedience and punishment (overstimulation), making out, blindfolding, breast worship, breast slapping, safe wording from overstimulation, unprotected oral sex (female receiving), protected vaginal sex, cock ring, sensory overload, cock warming.

Thanking @joheunsaram and @nervous-moon for all the feedback, the beta reading and the making my life a better, easier experience. I love you 💖

Here you can find my masterlist!

Enjoy ✨💜 (Lemme know in the comments who you’re dying to read 😉✨)

Life can be stressful. Being the manager of an entire department was stressful.

What was even more stressful was how often you had to train new personnel, people rushing in and out of your office all the time, and working extra hours to fit in all the work you couldn’t do while tutoring and consulting had ran you down.

You needed a distraction. Something fun. Something unusual.

You needed to stop caring and start having fun.

That’s where Daisy came into play.

She was bright, lively. She knew what having fun means, unlike you. All work and no play, blah blah…

You had earned a night of reckless, unconventional, unreasonable debauchery and The Rabbit Hole was precisely that. A place of altered morals, a suspension of normality.

“We’re almost there,” Daisy chirped, looking around. Her Toyota was small, and you could barely fit your legs in the tiny car. “It’s over… There!” She pressed down her foot on the gas, barely perceivable, but quite confirmed by the excitement in her voice. “You’re gonna love it.”

You tensed your lips in a thin line, hoping that you weren’t getting yourself into something too big for your likings. “This place looks scary.”

The manor looked like an historical palace on the outside, artistically lit, a few people walking down the path leading from the parking spot to the entry door. Lanterns floated on the pond under the path, and some more hung from the trees. The atmosphere was inviting, seducing. If the goal was setting a sultry, classy mood, it had definitely worked.

“It’s just the vibe. You’ll love it.” Daisy parked her mouse of a car in an exceedingly large spot, both of you getting out comfortably. “You’re not used to pretty things. You’re too pragmatic for those. But you can enjoy them every now and then, you know?” She fixed her pixie cut and her dress. You felt awkward in your silk blouse and trousers, but at least you were wearing heels. Daisy instead – quite matching her nickname – was dressed in flowers, the skirt hitting just above her knee. And the green flats seemed to look extremely comfortable – other than complimenting her charms.

You didn’t know how she had ended up in a club like this, you were simply grateful of her knowing about it and being your sponsor for the night. You wouldn’t be able to access unless someone vouched for you. “Are you nervous?” she asked, her voice fairy-like.

“Just a bit,” you conceded.

She led the way as she chuckled. “We all are, at the beginning. It gets better once the mood settles in. My first time I ran out of the front door covering my eyes.”

You almost laughed. Almost being the key word.

The security guard at the entrance checked your and Daisy’s identity card. “You know it’s just procedure, miss,” he said, looking at your friend.

“Don’t worry, Minho. I know the drill. Wish you a smooth shift.” Daisy moved ahead and you followed her, bowing your head to the bulky man.

Inside there were several types of people already. Men. Women. Actually, more women than men, you could notice. “I’m vouching for you. It means that if you break the rules, we both get kicked out. Permanently.” Daisy’s stare was particularly poignant. “Don’t get me kicked out.”

You nodded. “I promise.”

“Once you hand in your papers, you will get a blue stamp on your hand. It means you’re a first-timer. The person you’ll be matched with will be prone to teaching you the Rabbit’s etiquette, don’t worry. Teachers are specifically trained and selected. They’re few, so you might have to wait a little until things get sorted out. Most of the times, teachers outnumber newbies, but not always. Let’s get to the papers.”

The idea of being trained instead of training someone yourself seemed to be an interesting switch. You could really use that. At a large table, you were given a pen and a set of sheets.

“This is your comprehensive paper. You will find questions about yourself and the ideal partner you would like to match with.” Daisy started writing quickly. “Everyone needs to fill it in, no matter how many times they’ve come. Boundaries and kinks evolve, so they prefer staying updated.”

The first sheet was easy. It mostly requested personal information and general health questions. Next, of course, a non-disclosure agreement. The third sheet, however, started getting trickier. “What does suspension play entail, exactly?”

“Tied up and lifted off the ground,” Daisy replied with quick efficiency.

You ticked the ‘no’ box and moved on. As you did with the question about cages and slurping food from a bowl. And the one about latex wear. And the one about knife play. And the one about the idea of caging someone’s genitalia.

Five sheets later, you were done, Daisy patiently waiting for you. You handed in the papers together and received a blue stamp on your right hand, – just as Daisy had anticipated – a Chinese character spelling ‘beginner’. Meanwhile, on Daisy’s hand, a bright green spelled ‘teacher’.

“Oh.” You blinked rapidly. “Does that mean that we could get paired up?”

“No. I specified in my paper that I prefer male partners.” She shrugged. “And only people I’ve already worked with. The fact that I’m a teacher doesn’t mean that I teach only first timers. Sometimes I take intermediate members into stuff they’re not skilled at.”

That seemed interesting. Through the night, you made small talk, meeting new people, listening, mostly. You used your words in few circumstances, sharing work experiences and nuisances from everyday life.

And then the jazz music playing in the courtyard stopped, a silver bell echoing through the silence.

It was some sort of signal.

Teachers were called out of the central courtyard, venturing into the rooms. Another category – unnamed – came next. It was like they already knew, group after group leaving towards the main corridor. Only you and a couple more people were left. A member of staff – you assumed – came to you. “The newbies last. You’ll be given room numbers, and inside you’ll find your match. You have the right to refuse to continue if you find your partner unsuitable, however I suggest you don’t base yourself on looks and negotiate in terms of limits and kinks. If we matched you, there’s a reason. Quite surely more than one.”

You signalled you understood, as did the tall, muscular man at your side. As did a lithe, fashionable man across the small crescent you had formed around the staff member. Two women beside you were the first to receive their notes, heading towards the corridor and taking opposite directions. Next was you.

“Number seven, miss.” You didn’t know what it meant except you were headed there. You reached the corridor and noticed a sign, ‘rooms 1-10’.

Room Seven was a few metres ahead.

You lingered at the doorstep, staring at the dark wood before taking a deep breath and knocking.

“Come in.”

You felt tense, almost too weak to lower the handle. And once you did and took a step in.

Oh Lord.

“Welcome to The Rabbit Hole–” The man comfortably seated on the bed lifted his eyes. “Miss Harper?”

Why the hell not even once you could get rid of your fucking job!?

“Hi…” you responded shyly. “That’s me, yes. And you’re Min Yoongi.” My trainee, Min Yoongi.

He looked at you, vaguely shocked before shaking himself off his stupor. “I surely didn’t expect to meet you here.”

“The feeling is mutual.” You chuckled embarrassedly, ready to duck and dive for the door. “I’m sorry–”

Yoongi stood, almost ready to reach for your wrist before regaining his composure. “Wait, Harper.”

You were conflicted but you straightened your spine and forced yourself to face the situation. “Yes?”

“I know you want to run, but don’t do it. Unless you think this is deeply unprofessional and we should not discuss what we like and dislike sexually.” Yoongi realised just how wrong that sentence sounded. Of course, it was wrong to talk kinks out with your boss, especially if you had been attracted to her since day one. “I mean… Does our job policy prohibit this?”

You knew it by heart. “It doesn’t.” And the fact that you had thought about it repeatedly since the day you first saw Yoongi spoke volumes about how you felt about him.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing in your opinion, Harper?”

Was he asking if you were attracted to him or not? “I…” You hesitated.

“Don't go quiet on me. It's not a hard question, is it?” Yoongi looked into your eyes and you quite didn't know how the diligent assistant turned into a demanding interviewer.

“I think it's— It's convenient. Sometimes.” Don't let him win.

“Did you happen to take this chance in the past?” Yoongi was ice cold. It was amusing and terrifying.

“No. I'm… I'm not interested. I mean, I never found— I always focused on my job.” You were stuttering. It was absurd.

He hummed and nodded. “That's very curious. And why is that? I'm sure you must have attracted many people with the energy you emanate. You're incredibly magnetic when you teach.”

You felt your face burn with embarrassment. “Uhm… I… thank you, I guess.”

He smiled. For goodness sake, how could someone like you, so professional and composed turn into a puddle just like that. “Do my compliments unsettle you?” He grabbed the papers from the small table by the bed. He stood up and chose neutral ground, sitting on an elegant chair in a corner. You noticed the papers on the opposite side and took them with you before sitting on the matching chair in front of him. A round coffee table was in the middle.

As he consulted what you knew had to be your survey, he stretched a hand toward you, moving his fingers in a back and forth motion. “Hand it over, Harper. You don't need that.”

You offered it, slightly reluctant; still, he didn't look like the type who would take no for an answer.

“I see you like being praised. Is that why you're so prodigal with compliments and rewards with your trainees? You liked receiving praise when you were a student?” He stared deep into your eyes and waited for your reply.

“I—” There was no way to answer that. You shook your head and stayed quiet, staring at your feet.

Yoongi studied your face for a minute before speaking again. “You're an incredibly restrained person, Harper. Why is that?” He licked his lips. “Am I intimidating you?”

“Yes.” That was easy to say.

He chuckled and you looked at him, noticing a faint flush on his cheeks. That made him look slightly less alarming. “I'm sorry. I've been told that endless times, but I keep making the same mistake.” He rubbed the back of his head. “Okay, let's start over. You take the lead.”

“Good. Ehm… I'm— I really don't know what I'm doing here. I was just looking for some fun since, well, I'm very invested in my job and it's been a while since I last relaxed and lived in the moment.” You fixed your hair and toyed with your bracelet.

Yoongi noticed your silence prolonging and decided to take over briefly. “You need someone to have fun with?”

You nodded. “So to say. My friend Daisy brought me here after I complained about my life being boring and all of that.”

His eyebrows arched and he smirked. “Interesting friend you have. Quite your opposite.”

You blinked. “The… Opposite? Did you sleep with her?”

He shook his head. “She's not my cup of tea. I just watched. We trained together.”

You nodded. As 'opposite' did he mean… “Wait, she isn't… a sub?”.

Yoongi laughed at that. “A sub?! Oh no, darling. But let's keep the focus on you. You said you want something fun, what is that?”

You pouted as you thought. “Well, not having to think about anything. Everything's already planned out for me, I don't need to worry, plan, decide. I just follow the rules.”

Yoongi smiled softly. “That's what I'm here for. But that means I need to be sure I'm making the right decisions for you and that I'm doing things that you like.” He grabbed a pen and sat down again. “Praise kink? Yes?”

You nodded. “Good.”

He placed a tick by it. “There are some more risqué topics, but I say we should keep them for when you're more experienced. No bondage yet, maybe when you're trained into full obedience. Maybe we could use soft restraints. Would you be interested in me blocking your hands?”

You nodded. “You would tie my wrists?”

He blinked, thinking about it before deciding. “No, not yet. Just hold them above your head with my hands. Or pin them behind your back. Nothing that can't be undone as soon as you dissent. It would just ensure soft obedience. Maybe have you grip the headboard or restrain you from touching me.”

You agreed. “That's okay with me. I mean, I think I'm obedient enough to handle restraints. I would stay still and—”

“Harper, darling. I can tell you're obedient. That doesn't mean you're trained, unfortunately.” He pinned you with his gaze. “I don't know how you're going to respond to me and I much prefer taking things gradually.”

You bit your lip, betraying slight disappointment.

“We'll do that next time. If you decide you want a next time, that is,” Yoongi reassured you.

You looked at him, mouth agape, causing him to chuckle. “It's okay. I see you're doubtful about impact play. Let's skip all of that. Oh, this… This, I want.” He circled it enthusiastically.

“What is that?” You stretched to read it, but he covered it quickly.

“I know it. It's nothing you need to worry about.” He stretched a hand towards you looking into your eyes. You hesitated before letting your fingers tiptoe closer to his palm. “May I?”

“Uhm… yes. Yes, Sir, I mean.” You looked away, your cheeks on fire.

He looked at you with curiosity. “You don't need to call me Sir unless you want to, Harper.” His fingers moved slowly, sensually on your hand. “It's alright, sweetheart.”

Your whole body tensed as his touch seemed to echo through your entire body. “Will this have any repercussions on our dynamics at work?”

He shook his head. “I can separate who I am in public and who I am here. Nothing will change on my behalf, but only you can tell whether you will feel awkward or embarrassed when we meet again in the office.”

You hummed, your brain working ten thousand miles a second as you tried to process the idea.

“Okay, here's what I would like to happen now. If you are uncomfortable, you can stop me at any time.” Yoongi cleared his voice and licked his lip. When he spoke again, his tone was deeper and more relaxing. Hypnotic, even.

“I would like to dim the lights, loosen up your blouse a little, since it looks very uncomfortable. Next, I would like to slow dance with you, earn your trust. See how our bodies work together on a more platonic level. And then we'll reassess things from there. Would you like that, Harper?”

“Yes, I would, Sir— Sorry, Yoongi.” You giggled, still confused, covering your face with your hands.

That was endearing, and Yoongi couldn't help but look at you with fondness. “Just settle with one, Harper,” he offered his hand again, and you grasped it, watching him grab his phone from his jacket and select a song. Once the first notes started, he stood up.

He had incredibly nice hands. You had noticed them so many times during his traineeship, how elegant and strong they looked. They could do so much damage, but still they always managed to look so gentle. There was something erotic and strangely reassuring about them.

Your arms bent at your side, hands joined together, he accompanied your other arm around his neck by drawing its underside with the very tip of his middle finger, the electric feeling leading you through the motion. The hand not holding yours settled around your waist, then on the small of your back.

You propped your chin on his shoulder.

“Does this feel good, Harper?” he asked, his mouth at your ear in a way that made your insides quiver.

You didn't realise your eyes were closed. You kept them like that. You could almost forget that the man currently awakening your libido was the sweet angel who was a little grumpy before finishing his coffee in the morning and that always handed in his assignments two days in advance so you wouldn't find all your papers handed in at the last minute and spend the weekend correcting them.

“It feels great.” You felt your shoulders relax.

“Let's scooch over to the light so we can lower them. Would you like that?”

You hummed. Could he keep talking just that way? Close to your ear… With that slightly raspy purr…

His hand left your spine for half a second, your eyes opening only to observe his thumb and forefinger pinch the dimmer and roll it.

It was unreal. Your entire body responded to the gesture — and you felt ridiculous about it, from the way you could physically perceive wetness dripping out of you and glazing your folds, your breathing interrupting only to come back quicker, shallower.

“Feedback, Harper,” he requested, his hand reaching your tailbone only to start sliding up your spine. It felt too good. It felt too fast — not in a way that made you want to slow down, but in one that made you feel like a needy, deprived, horny mess.

“I'm feeling very affected,” you replied pragmatically, making him hum.

“Good-affected or bad-affected?”

“Conflicted affected.” You replied, incapable of withholding a moan as his fingers started teasing your nape.

“Why are you conflicted?” He hoped you wouldn't hold back. After all, his only goal was taking care of you. Showing the kind of paradise he knew he could lead you to, and eventually get to see you again. Your paper was so interesting and he could see so much potential in unravelling you and initiating you to all the dark cravings you had confessed with pen and paper.

“You're a coworker. You're my trainee. I shouldn't— It's not right that you make me feel like this.”

“Like what, Harper?”

You hid your face. “Aroused.” You nuzzled into him. “Wet.”

He oh-ed in understanding. “There's nothing wrong with that. It's just your body responding to stimuli. You're just conflicted about associating them with the person making you feel that way.” He swayed some more on his feet, the song changing to something even slower. He slipped into the rhythm seamlessly. “It's okay to feel conflicted. You feel an ethical hurdle.”

Why did he have to be so understanding? “Exactly.”

“Do you feel like it's a hurdle that is keeping you safe or keeping you out?” He arched his head away, trying to look you in the eye.

“I'm not sure.” You had to look away. He was too much for you to handle. “I only know I'm tired of feeling so left out.”

He touched your face. “I have something that could help you, but it's a bit daring. Before we discuss that, I want to cover the safeword discourse.”

“Sure.” What was he about to ask you? “In the past I've used the traffic light system. I think it's the most convenient, right?”

Yoongi agreed. “Yes. It's the standard. For future reference, all teachers here are trained with the traffic light system, so that's the safest option to achieve the shortest time between you calling a safeword and your partner reacting.”

“That's very considerate,” you mused nodding to yourself.

“The experience can be pleasurable only if truly safe. That's the bare minimum. Which reminds me; what do you say if you're not feeling okay?”

You blinked. “Uhm… 'I'm not feeling okay, can we slow down or stop?' I guess?”

Yoongi frowned. “That's fine too, but I meant I need to hear your safewords.”

“Oh. Red to stop, yellow to slow down, green to go?”

He nodded. “Yeah, more like that.”

You chuckled and hid your face against his neck. “I'm so dumb.”

Yoongi helped your head back on his shoulder. “You're just learning. I'm here to talk things through and help you understand. Now, going back to our earlier talk, I could suggest a solution to the dichotomy between our institutional and private roles, but it could be very intense, physically and emotionally.”

You hummed, inviting him to go on.

“I don't usually do this on a first encounter since I tend to cover mostly chill stuff. Do mild things without really testing any limits, but this is really tiptoeing around the line.”

“Just tell me what it is already!” you complained, stepping back and looking at him.

“Okay. I would like to suggest a blindfold.” He gave a small tug at your wrist, inviting you back against him.

You followed his lead. His chest was beating like crazy against you, but it was very hard to believe. Yoongi didn't look like a person whose body could betray nerves or excitement.

“It's okay. I've done that before.” You stared at him. “I can handle that.”

He stared at you. He knew that different people meant different experiences, and that he would probably make you feel sensations that would overwhelm you and test your limits; still, he trusted your judgements and your ability to use the safewords.

He would just remind himself to check in more than usual.

“So you agree to being blindfolded?”

“Yes, Yoongi.” Your reply was followed by him making you take a step away.

“No “Sir” this time?” He cocked an eyebrow, amused. After he opened a drawer, he extracted a black silk blindfold, showing it to you. “Come here, Harper.”

You moved closer and lowered your eyes. “Good girl,” he murmured distractedly, slipping the fabric over your eyes.

Your knees were weak, your ears alert. You heard him move with stealth, a sudden burst of cold air rushing down your spine. “I'm here, darling.”

You clenched your core. More wetness oozed out.

“Now I'm here,” he spoke at your other ear, voice otherworldly. “Does this get you wet, Harper?”

You nodded wordlessly. Your eyes were useless. The blindfold was thick and the lights were too low.

And then his hands appeared at your waist, guiding you. “A few steps forward, sweets.” You did as you were told. “Undress.” He whispered.

You felt him leave.

Your hands went to the buttons of your blouse, undoing them slowly, tentatively. Yoongi took it all in. “You look magnificent, darling. Look at all that skin.”

You smiled and continued, wiggling off your shirt. “Like this?”

“Exactly like that, sugar. You must be so sweet, mh? Calling your partner 'sir', lowering your eyes, speaking when talked to. That's a good girl.”

Your smile grew brighter, Yoongi's ego inflating as he found the way to crack you. You weren't all that elegant when you took off your trousers, but he was too busy taking in the sight of your chest.

“Did I say anything you didn't like?” He checked in, shaking himself out of his stupor. Stop staring at her chest. Stop thinking she wants it fucked and marked.

“No, it's okay. I'm doing fine.” You felt awkward standing in the middle of the room in your best matching set.

You already knew it had to look boring to him, your breasts too large for underwear brands to match comfort and sensuality. The mere thought of it got you even more tense.

“Perfect. Would you like to keep your bra on?” He hoped you would remove it, but this wasn't about what he wanted, no matter how much he wanted to tie you up and cover your boobs in his cum until he was dry.

Comfortably, you reached behind you, huffing out in relief as soon as your bra unclasped. You did realise the sight of you had to be profoundly unsexy.

“For fuck's sake.” He needed to touch himself. He needed to find some release before making a mess of himself. His demure, practical teacher. His shy and composed coworker. Here. Naked. In front of him. With her breasts out offered to his eyes alone, waiting to be fucked and pleased. Controlled. Cherished. “Can I touch them?”

“Please.”

He stood up, crossing the distance quickly. The idea of not knowing where exactly he was made you a little nervous, but Yoongi seemed very thoughtful about it. “I'm right in front of you, Harper. Remember your safewords.”

You nodded, but still reached out before you, stopping midway. “Can I touch you?”

He startled a little. “Of course.” He took a step forward, letting your palms connect with his chest, still clad in a black button down. “Do what you want, darling.”

You traced his frame till your hands met his wrists, next you brought his hands on your chest, gasping just barely once his palms started shifting, lifting the heavy weight of your flesh, his fingers tweaking your nipples.

“How is your relationship with your body?” he asked, massaging your breasts, feeling the skin react with goosebumps.

“I like it. It's a bit plain but not too bad.” Your shiver was visible. It made him chuckle.

“It's not even remotely plain, darling.” He let his hands roam further down before bringing you closer to him. “Are you cold?”

“A bit,” you confessed, trying to feel him with your hands.

“Can I guide you to the bed?” He asked with a purr that made you question whether you would ever stop feeling so aroused by his voice.

You nodded, taking a step back only for him to grip your waist. His fingers sank in your flesh, feeling the tenderness of your figure. It was something you thought no man would find attractive.

“So soft,” he breathed out, his voice betraying some excitement. “You were going to step on your clothes,” he explained before guiding you. The back of your thighs met the mattress and you climbed comfortably, a bit confused when you didn't feel his body follow yours.

“Yoongi,” you whined, panicking.

“I'm here.” You heard the ruffling of fabric. “I'm just taking off my shirt. Would you like me to switch off the music?”

It was a bit too romantic anyway. “Yes, please.” You would also hear him better like that.

Silence came shortly after. And then his command. “Sit up, beautiful.”

You pushed yourself onto your elbows.

“Give me your left arm,” he said, kindly.

You blinked under the blindfold. “What's going on? What's—”

“I'm just putting a warm robe on you. You said you were cold and your blouse was too flimsy.” He kissed your brow. “Normally we use this for aftercare, but I'll just wrap you up in a blanket.”

He watched your lips stretch into a smile as you thanked him. You could see his kind expression with your eyes closed.

“It's all good. You can lay back down,” he explained with a calm tone. This time you did feel his body following yours, his hand on your cheek. “Would you like to kiss me, Harper?”

You hesitated only for a millisecond. “Yes.”

It was tentative, slow, seductive. His lips were rougher than you had imagined, dryer. Smaller. You parted your lips, trying to chase the sensation. Then you felt a hard edge.

Yoongi smirked. “That's my fingertip, darling.” Your lips closed in a pout.

“Oh, don't be grumpy.” This time it felt hotter. Your entire face felt the pressure of something closer. And then something skimmed your lips. “There you go.”

And there you went, his mouth hot and demanding against your own, your lips chasing him, your tongue searching for him until he finally complied, letting his slippery flesh slide against your own, conquering every inch you had to offer.

His hand appeared on your stomach, teasing you between moving higher or lower.

“My chest, please,” you gasped in between kisses.

“Your chest what?” he taunted back.

“T— Oh… Touch it, please.”

He did as you told him.

“Harder.”

He gripped it.

“Harder.”

He squeezed it.

You moaned and arched off the bed. That was truly hard. Almost painful. Just the way you like it. And then it stopped.

“Did I give you the impression that you can call the shots?” His voice was minacious.

And then the slap came.

It stole your breath. If he kept up like that, you would cum untouched.

And then another. “Answer me.”

“No, Yoongi.” You felt sorry. You really did. But horny felt more powerful than sorry.

“Just because I ask for feedback, doesn't mean you choose what goes on here.” Yoongi pressed his mouth to your ear. “I choose what you feel. How you feel it. You only need to take it and stop me when you can't take it anymore. Understood?”

You squeezed your legs together. “Understood.”

“Did you like your tits getting spanked?” he said, his voice thunderous.

“Yes,” you mewled out, intimidated.

“Great. Cause I loved doing that too.” He did it again before soothing the skin with his palms pressed to the curve of your breast. “I'm not happy to admit you're making it difficult to stay chill.” He kissed around your neck, going from side to side before tracing the path again with the tip of his tongue. “Hands on the headboard.”

You obeyed.

And next all hell broke loose. You felt his teeth sink on your left breast, pinching the skin in a way you knew would bruise. His hip was placed between your legs and you were trying, really trying, not to move in ways that would make him stop and punish you.

He placed his mouth around your nipple, sucking it intensely. You moaned.

He chuckled and nodded, moving his hips suggestively.

He watched you struggle, chest arching off the sheets to push into his mouth, but at the same time sobbing about the loss of pressure between your legs. Your body was on fire, your robe laying open and forgotten around you.

“Come on, rub yourself on me, I know you want it, Harper.” The way he called your name was a crime. Too sexy for you to handle it. You were just an instrument of pleasure in his hands. Or rather a victim of it.

He watched you grind on him, finally, moving to the other nipple to make sure both received equal attention. “If you manage to cum like this, I promise I'm gonna suck your clit too, sweets. Come on. Let me see you cum.”

You were aroused, agitated, restless underneath him, the pins of pleasure torturing you until all you could feel was the hot coil in your core tightening and tightening.

Your hands left the headboard, locking him into place, making him suck harder. He smirked and took more of your skin, using not only his mouth, but his head too to tug at the skin he was suctioning.

A scream tore through you. You don't remember the following minute or so, you can only recall the scorching heat of your orgasm, the way your glutes burned as you threw yourself at him with the most selfish need.

Yoongi appreciated your sounds. He reckoned the memory of them would be useful on nights he was left alone with his hand. The little gasps, the moans, the sobs and whimpers.

He was done for.

“Fuck me. Fuck me, please Yoongi, fuck me.”

You were there, blindfolded, chest glistening with his saliva, still trying to recover, and you had the audacity to ask to be fucked?

“What did I tell you about your hands?” He tutted. You could hear disappointment in his voice. You brought them back to the headboard. “What did I tell you about your hands, Harper?” he remarked.

“To keep them on the headboard,” you replied, obedient and apologetic.

“Correct. And what did you do?”

You felt like a child being scolded. “I moved them off the headboard.”

“That is a large mistake on your behalf, Harper. If I give you an order, I do it for your own good.” He slapped your sensitive breast, once. “There will be times when disobedience could compromise your well-being.”

You were too busy processing everything to figure out the implications of that. 'There will be times…'

He slapped your other breast, once, twice before pinching your nipple. “We can't have that.” The other one. “I can't have that.” He paused for a second and then he stopped all stimulation. “Gimmie a colour, Harper.”

You inhaled at the small moment of reprieve. “Green. Very green.”

He nodded — not that you could see that. And then a new thrill of glorious pain slashed through you. “Are you gonna keep your hands on the headboard?”

You nodded madly. He grinned at your eagerness. “Are you going to obey me?”

“Yes, Yoongi,” you replied right before you felt his body slide down against yours, a hot burst of air meeting your navel.

“You're so wet it's a crime.” He patted your legs further, settling in right between them, taking in the salty, coppery scent of you. To think some men don't even appreciate it…

He shook his head and reminded himself he wasn't like that. He grinned and pressed his lips to the drenched spot on your panties. He nuzzled closer, until he got you to gasp and grind against him. “All this goodness wasted on your panties.” He hummed in complaint. “I should have eaten you out first.”

You knew that not watching him do that would be a crime. The sight of Yoongi's head in between your legs was something that would torment you and arouse you for the rest of your life, though.

“I'm gonna take them off, Harper.” He exhaled against your inner thigh before hooking his fingers through the sides of your underwear. “I want you creaming all over my tongue, sweets.” His voice was nothing like the diligent intern you trained everyday. He was almost as if possessed by a demon. You felt the fabric slide down your skin, unhook from your ankles. And then his hands. So smooth and hot. Slightly sweaty. He ran them up the sides of your legs, truly feeling your skin. “Focus on me.”

As if there were anything else you could do. The moment his hair tickled your navel, it was like electricity. Like static. And what followed was the rest of the storm.

He was hungry, ravenous. If he could have swallowed you, he would have. He was sloppy in the most delicious of ways. You could hear him lapping, licking, slurping. It would be almost embarrassing, if it weren’t from your mind being entirely disconnected from your body. You wished you could be in his shoes just to understand what truly licking someone’s cunt felt like.

However, you weren’t ready to leave the receiving end yet. Your legs were trembling, you were pretty sure of that — not entirely though. Yoongi was making a quite serious job at holding them still.

“You still with me, Harper?” he asked lazily, lewdly. He wasn’t checking — he was teasing you, and gloating too. You hadn’t noticed it, but you were being so vocal he had to slow down to see if he could coax lazier, needier purrs out of you.

The moment you confirmed you were okay, he went all out, until he could no longer control your legs and he let himself enjoy the conquest, your thighs squeezing his head, his arm almost cramping as he tried to slip two fingers inside you and find your cervix, tracing around it, where the puffy ring of flesh met your pelvic muscles.

The way you clenched around him, another squeal leaving your throat announced your third orgasm, Yoongi more than happy that he was doing his job correctly. “Grab my head. You can tug on my hair, sweets.”

Your hands left the headboard immediately as Yoongi allowed a reward for your obedience. He enjoyed his stay as long as he could before you pushed him away. “Too much, Yoongi! Stop! Stop, stop, stop!”

At your insistence he realised you had forgotten about the safeword rule. “Harper.” He touched the outside of your leg, sitting beside you and removing your blindfold. “Hey?”

You turned to your side and clinged to him while your body spasmed in the aftershock. “I’m sorry.” He cupped the back of your head and held you to him, letting you nest into his chest.

“I’ve got you. You know you should have said the safeword, right?” He grabbed your chin and made you look into his eyes.

You nodded. “I know. That’s why I’m sorry.”

He simply rubbed your back with his clean hand, the other one hooked underneath your thigh, propping it up onto his hip. “Tell me what would have happened if I didn’t stop.”

You stared at him, trying to understand whether it was an actual request or not. As his gaze stayed insistent, you replied. “I would have cried and thrashed. I could have hurt you.”

He acquiesced. “A safeword is a suspension of consent, in case of a yellow. A revoking of consent in case of a red. If someone keeps going after your safeword, that is abuse.” He caressed your head. “If you ever come to play here again, and someone doesn’t respect your safeword, you need to report them immediately. Clear?”

You nodded, your eyes still veiled in panic.

He secured the robe around you, tutting and petting you. “‘s all good, sweets. You’ve got it.”

Your fingers were laced at his nape, your legs twitching uncomfortably as you squeezed your thighs together, still vibrating with sensations.

You hid your face against his chest before his hand reached for your hair and he kissed the crown of your head. “I’m here, sweets. You can ask me anything. A bath, candies, chocolate, a massage. You can ask me to leave, too.”

In response, you wrapped your arms around him tighter and pulled him closer, shaking your head. “Stay here, please.”

He nodded and soothed you with little touches against your thigh and your spine, tutting and rubbing his nose against your hair. It smelled way too good. He was getting lost in it when you tipped your head back, your eyes meeting his.

You stretched, your body adhering to his deliriously as your lips landed on his chin. He restrained himself for maybe half a second before he gripped the side of your face and held you still, pressing his lips square on yours. “We’re okay, Harper.”

You shook your head yes.

“We’re alright, darling.” He combed your hair back with a contemplative look in his eyes. “Are you ready for aftercare?” His voice was a midnight purr, a secret.

You shook your head no.

He arched his eyebrows. “More cuddles?”

With your leg hooked around his hip, you pressed him closer to you and blinked a few times before closing your eyes and pushing your pelvis against his.

“Harper, I need you to use your words,” he murmured. He just wanted to hear you say it. He just wanted to make sure he understood correctly — that you wanted him against you or maybe, even better, inside you.

“Fuck me. It feels so empty, I just— I want to squeeze around you as I cum. You must be so hot, so thick, so… So smooth.”

“You want to feel me inside you, darling?” He caressed your face and you nodded.

“Anything you’re willing to give, please.” You found the courage to lay on your back and spread your legs, letting the robe come undone around you. You gripped your breasts and started toying with them. “I want it so bad.”

Yoongi was still alert from his previous wrongdoing and felt like he deserved punishment, but he saved that negative feeling for his own wrap up of the night, when he analysed how he’d felt with you and with himself.

“We’re gonna use a condom, Harper.”

“Please, without.” Your eyes were wide and imploring.

He shook his head and smiled bitterly. “I’d rather we use one, darling, if you don’t mind.” His smile was gentle. “There’s nothing wrong with you, I swear. It’s just my rule to always use one, no matter how many health checks we go through.”

Your mouth formed an o-shape. “Dammit, I’m so sorry. It’s— Of course. We’re gonna use it.”

He smiled as he turned around and undid his belt, taking off his trousers and his underwear in one go. “Don’t worry about it, Harper.” He turned around and your gaze went to his dick caught in his fist. You noticed all its details: the colour, the shape, the fact that it leaned a little, the way his knuckles turned white as he squeezed it, precum oozing from the tip. “Maybe I’ll go bare inside you next time.” He smirked. “A picture will last longer, darling.”

You moved your eyes up, to his face. If you’d seen a picture of his dick you would have never matched it to him. “Your penis is extremely interesting to look at.”

“Even more interesting the moment you put it in your mouth — or so I’ve been told.”

You made to sit up and test that statement, but he blocked you. “Lay there.”

Once he made sure he had worn the condom correctly, he crawled in between your legs and grinned as he showed you something pinched between his fingers.

“What's that?” you asked, not actually recognising the swirls of colours and the purpose of something shaped like… Oh.

He stretched the thick rubber band. “Gonna make it last for you, Harper.” He kept it stretched wide as he slipped it on his dick, all the way to the base before he eased his fingers away, trying not to snap the rubber.

You were still hazy for the arousal as he laid down on top of you. “Hi there,” he purred. “Would you like your blindfold on again?”

You blushed to your ears as you confessed. “No. I want to remember your face when you cum and scream my name.”

He snickered in mischief. “If that’s the case, then.” He aligned his tip with your entrance. “I’ll make sure you call mine at least twice before I scream out yours.” And then he was in.

It was… There aren’t any perfectly fitting adjectives: all you could say is that you had to close your eyes to focus on him, on taking him, on squeezing him, on making his tip rub against your inner walls.

He grunted and went deeper, moving an inch back before impaling you. “Colour, Harper.”

“Very fucking green,” you managed to hiss through your teeth before throwing your head back, exposing the throat he was so eager to take advantage of.

He dove for it, biting, sucking, moving down your chest as you wrapped your legs around his hips and made more room for him.

“Can I touch myself?” You managed to ask, your voice so needy and high pitched.

He looked hazy when he looked up in your eyes, but still he connected enough thoughts to say, “Of course.”

And then your fingers between your legs made everything escalate too quickly, his thrusts becoming more frantic, his grunts and pants getting harsher, more breathless as sweat started beading his forehead.

For a second you thought about closing your eyes before Yoongi grabbed your chin and shook his head at you.

“Keep looking at me. This is my reward.” He slowed down until he stopped. “I worked hard to watch you cum like this, you'd better look in my eyes and show me how grateful you are, darling.”

Your brain was too fuzzy to reply, but from the way he steadied himself before starting to go harder you understood he wasn't expecting a reply.

The only thing he did expect was for you to obey and hold his unapologetic stare.

He broke eye contact only for a quick look down, to where your fingers were working your overheated core, squeezing him, hugging him, so tight right before your body held its maximum tension and snapped.

Yoongi gritted his teeth and smirked. “Like that, darling.” He looked at the way your breasts bounced while you rode your high, eager to get every ounce of pleasure while your eyes crossed, finally disrupting that shameless stare that you'd been sharing with Yoongi.

“You didn't scream my name, darling,” he made you notice once you were taking a brief vacation from existence. You were pretty much boneless at that moment.

You opened your eyes and felt him shift inside you. “You didn't cum,” you commented, disappointed.

He smiled. “Trust me, it was difficult not to. And that's why I wore the ring, sweetheart.” He paused and stared at you for some outstretched seconds. And then as he was still sheathed inside you, he pulled himself up to his knees. “But now it's my turn and I can go wild while you're still limp and exhausted, mh? I bet there's nothing better than feeling like you don't need to do anything.”

He grinned and pulled back before pushing in with all his might. Your legs were spread, thighs resting on top of his, your body abandoned on the mattress while his hands gripped your hips and pulled your naked, wet, open core against his pelvis, onto his awaiting erection.

He was wet, slippery and scorching hot, and you could only wish for the universe to one day reward you with his bare dick, no layers of latex in between.

“Finger yourself, Harper. You wanna make me cum? Then squeeze me with your inner muscles as you cum. I'm not doing it without you.” He made his hips twirl, his spongy tip rubbing against all the right places.

“Yoongi.”

“Yes, darling,” he said before exhaling with a moan.

“This is the best dick I've ever had,” you confessed in a rush of intimacy.

He hummed and changed his movement to a little upward curl that made your feet crunch. “Thank you for the compliment.” He chuckled and grabbed one of your breasts while with the other hand he kept pushing and pulling you on him. “I'll make sure next time is even better.” He smiled at you with mischief and something sweet before he slapped your breast playfully, not hard enough for it to be erotic, but enough to make you giggle at him as you purred.

“Those tits are huge showstoppers,” he murmured, picking up his pace and watching them bounce to his tempo. “Next time I'll fuck them first.” He slapped them again, one first, then the other.

Secretly you were already imagining it happening at your workplace, maybe in an empty storage room during lunch, you bent over a shelf and him fucking you from behind, your blouse open, the cups of your bra pulled down, his fingers tweaking your nipples until they bruised.

“Are you close?” was all that made it past your lips, your body wired too tight to voice anything but monosyllables.

“Almost. Come on, you first,” he gritted.

You held your breath and tried to form a pattern with your kegels, trying to work in tandem with Yoongi until you were overthrown by sensations. “I can't hold it anymore, please cum with me, Yoongi. Please.”

“Just take it, Harper. Take it like a good girl,” he ordered sternly. And you did.

You did so well he got caught in your tide and it overthrew him too as he abandoned his restraint and let his back flop onto the mattress while he pulled you up, your body so taut you found yourself in a position to ride him.

And so you did it, bouncing on him, swirling your hips before he caught hold of your sides and started shoving you up and down.

His name came out of your lips hysterically, with little hiccups due to the impact of your ass against his thighs while he bottomed out and pulled you up again, almost pulling out completely before he slammed you down again.

It was animalistic and frantic, your name leaving his lips over and over again together with the filthiest of praises.

“I want this pussy bruised and used, Harper. Such a good pussy you have,” he gasped and rambled on. “I'm not gonna let anybody use it. I'm gonna fucking serve it. Nobody can taste it, nobody can fuck it. No fingers but mine.”

You nodded and kept going. “Please,” you begged, your orgasm subduing only for another one to rise fast.

“No dick but mine.” He was getting overstimulated, but there was no way he would stop. He'd rather cry. “This is the perfect pump, darling. Fucking perfect.” He stilled and let you ruin him as he brought his fingers to your clit. “Come on, we're not done.”

“Yoongi,” you whined, but he was stronger.

“Be my good girl, Harper. Fuck my cock again. You want someone to give you orders, right? Someone who can fuck your brains out and not make you think, right? Come on then. I tell you to fuck, you fuck. Harper. I tell you to come, you come. Can you do that for me? You're such a diligent, lovely girl after all, aren't you?”

At that, a grunt left your throat and you collapsed on his torso, your inner muscles torturing him as his name tore through your lips and you came once more, finally, a earthquake making your entire spine quiver.

He welcomed you with his arms around you and shut his eyes tight, giving a couple strokes with his hips as he weathered your high. “There you are, darling. That's my good girl,” he praised you, already wondering if this would really ever happen again, if he could ever be your trainee again after this or if he would spend the rest of his month under you thinking of how sweet and mind-blowing it was to be literally under you.

He pushed messy, sweaty locks of hair off your face, kissing your forehead once he felt you relax. “You were so good to me, Harper.” With a fingertip skating down your spine he added, “So, so good to me.” And that same fingertip skated up, his digits burrowing deep into the hair at your nape. “How are you feeling, sweets?”

“I think I'm dead.”

He chuckled and pressed your head to the crook of his neck.

You kissed it absentmindedly.

“Tell me, is death as terrible as everybody thinks?” He fumbled to pull the robe from below the two of you and dragged it over your spent body.

“I'd be happy to die a bunch of times over.” You shifted your arm to pull the robe closer and cover Yoongi too.

“I'll keep that in mind next time,” he mused. “Sensory overload. Multiple orgasms.”

“And cockwarming,” you murmured.

Yoongi blinked, slightly surprised before he smiled softly. “And cockwarming.” He let silence take over for a minute. “Any feedback you'd like to offer?” He asked.

“Uhm… Only that maybe you should fuck my mouth and my tits before you fuck my pussy… Next time, I mean. If you'd like there to be a next time, I mean.” You felt suddenly a bit too naked, a bit too exposed, a bit too forward. “Oh god…” You felt your face heat and you tried to distance yourself.

However, Yoongi tightened his grip on you, his hand on the curve of your spine, his other arm wrapped around your shoulders. “I want a next time, Harper. And a couple more times after that. But I need you to tell me how you want it to be between us at work.”

You shifted to look him in the eye. “Are you sure you want to do this again?”

“Yes, sweets. But I'll start from your tits next time.” He nuzzled his lips close to your ear. “And then I'll go down on you. Again.”

“Don't forget about fucking my mouth. You promised.” You didn't know where this came from, but your shyness faded once confronted with your wants.

“I don't remember promising, but I guess I'll keep it in mind,” he admitted. “The important part is that I get to get milked by your magic cunt.”

Heat coursed down your spine, making you roll your eyes in pleasure. “You can get my cunt whenever you like, however you like.” You caressed his chest with your hand.

“Interesting.” His voice was so reconciling and peaceful. “But you still haven’t told me how we’re gonna deal with this at work.” He let a second pass by before he added, “But we don’t need to discuss it if you don’t know it yet.”

You bit your lip and started tracing the features of his visage with your fingertips. “We’ll have to be strictly professional.” You said plainly.

He nodded.

“But I guess there’s nothing wrong as long as I get to have you here, once a week. After all, I’ll be training you for three more weeks. After that I’ll have you assigned to another department so there won’t be any risk of misconduct.” You shrugged. “Not that there’s any actual misconduct happening, but just in case. I don’t want us to be jeopardised by this.”

“I don’t either.” Yoongi traced the edge of your shoulder-blade, reflecting on the situation while feeling your skin under his fingertips. It was strangely soothing. “So we’re gonna meet here next week, and do it all over again?”

You chuckled. “Hopefully.” You paused. “Here or anywhere else. I mean, here isn’t cheap, so if you wanna meet anywhere else, I wouldn’t be against it, but totally up to you.”

Yoongi hummed. “We’ll see. We can exchange phone numbers and eventually arrange something.”

“Absolutely.”

“Perfect,” he commented. It was time. “Harper, I need to go clean up, sweets.”

You inhaled. “Does that mean you have to go?”

“Only that I need the restroom — you should go too, by the way — and that I can come back and cuddle some more after I’m rid of the condom and the ring.” He tried to speak with a voice that could dull the panicky edge in your words.

“Oh, that. Okay, I guess.” You felt indeed calmer at his explanation. You didn’t know if you could actually sleep next to Yoongi, but the idea of cuddles… Well.

He kept his mouth pressed to your forehead as he slipped out. “Okay, I can do this,” he whispered, motivating himself.

On instinct, you tipped your head back before pressing your lips on his. “Yes, now you can,” you murmured after kissing him.

He stared at you. “What if I don’t want to, though?”

You shook your head and giggled. “I’ll be here when you’re back.”

He eyed you suspiciously. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

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