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𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇'𝒔 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 (𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇! 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟! 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨 (𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳)/ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲/𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐀𝐔

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐘/𝐍 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠.

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"How long are you going to keep this up Jongho? She has to find out eventually."

The tall red haired male looked at his friend, who was currently pacing back and forth around the room. Sighing, he looked out the window and stared into the night sky.

"The yearly mating season will start in a few days.... and you're choosing to run away and leave her alone, wondering where you are..." He continued to say.

"Will you shut up Mingi!? Don't you think I know that?! Don't you think I'm suffering because of this?!" Jongho finally snapped.

He slammed his fist into the wall, frustrated and anxious at the thought that had been haunting him since he found out she was his mate: abandoning her for a few days so she never finds out about the secret he's been hiding his entire life.

"You know you don't have to Jongho. You could tell her everything."

Jongho shook his head, once again refusing to give in to the older male's suggestion.

"For goodness sake Jongho, she's your mate! She deserves to know! Stop being a coward about this!" Mingi shouted.

"Easy for you to say! It was easy for all of you! None of you had problems with your mates, because they were all wolfs! None of you know what it's like to have a human mate! None of you get it! The complications that come along with it!" He cried out.

"You're only making it complicated for yourself. Y/N loves you, she's not aware yet of the bond you two hold, but she will one day. And when you're gone for a long time, both of you will suffer. You will miss each other's absence and go mad if you're far away for too long, and you know it's as dangerous for our kind as it is for her."

Mingi's words began to sink into his heart. It was true. He's noticed how it had changed over time. While the first months, Y/N simply got mopey and pouty about not seeing him at times, it began worsening lately. He'd sometimes come back to find out she hardly ate in days, hardly slept and when she did, she'd often cry herself to sleep as she felt an overwhelming longing for him that she couldn't even comprehend because he wouldn't take the time to explain it to her.

"I can't....." Jongho whispered.

Mingi walked up behind his younger friend, whom he cherished like a brother. He gently patted him back in a comforting manner.

"You love her Jongho, so why hesitate? Don't you want to mate with her? Mark her and make your bond permanent?"

Jongho's wolf growled, prompting him to hold himself up against the wall. God how he wanted to mate her. The impure thoughts would get more and more stronger, especially with the mating season fast approaching, and each time it was harder to resist the urge of pining her under his body and take her. His wolf was constantly fighting with him, protesting against leaving his mate, and scowling at him for not doing something about it.

"I don't want to hurt her." Jongho said.

"You won't. And honestly if you ask me, she probably wants it just as much as you do." Mingi assured him.

Jongho's mind was made up though. He'd tell her one day, but it wouldn't be anytime soon. Right now he had to focus on packing the necessary for his journey out in the woods, far away from Y/N. It was going to be torturous, that much he knew, but at least Y/N would be safe.

Right?

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Y/N let out another heart wrenching sigh as her fingers idly drew unrecognizable shapes on the window. It was currently day two and there was no sign of Jongho. Not a call, a message, nothing to ease her mind or let her know Jongho was all right.... or thinking about her.

She couldn't help but ponder on why had Jongho been distant lately? Why did he refuse to let her know where he was going? Or for how long? And....the most puzzling thing to her......Why did he not even want to get physically close to her? As if he didn't want to touch her?

Could it be that he was seeing someone else?

Y/N shook her head, trying to get out any dark thoughts that threatened to invade her mind. But it was no use. She felt an agonizing pain in her chest. She started feeling it a while ago, but at that time it was a mere tingle, but now it hurt to the point she felt palpitations and she struggled to breathe at times.

"I need air."

Quickly getting up, she slipped her shoes, jacket and her favorite red scarf that Jongho had gifted her on their 6 month anniversary. Making sure to lock the door behind her, she looked out at the outstretched path that led to the forest near the town and started making her way inside it. When she first moved in with Jongho, she was scared by the close proximity of it. She often thought about scenarios involving kidnappings or murders. However Jongho loved taking walks through it, and he often surprised her with midnight picnics. So she grew to see the beauty of the dense trees, rustling of leaves and the tiny creatures that often skimmed past her feet. And she especially learned to love observing the omnipotent moon. For some reason it was calming and soothing to see it, shining brightly in contrast to the dark indigo night sky, accompanied by the glittering stars spread here and there.

And that's what she wanted to do right now. She strolled through the all too familiar path she often took, giggling softly whenever a rabbit or fox rushed past her. She looked at the setting sun, signaling it'd almost be completely covered and would soon be replaced by its nightly counterpart. Once she reached her favorite spot, in the form of a huge rock, she dusted off a few leaves and dirt before sitting down on it. Taking out her phone, she held it up to snap a quick picture of the horizon to send to Jongho. Maybe he'd respond to her and she'd at least get a word from him.

She heard some bushes rustle behind her but she didn't pay attention to it. It was probably another animal. But when she heard a branch snap harshly, she paused to listen more carefully. Her thumb quickly pressed the flip camera switch on her phone. Tilting her phone slightly, she looked at her own image on the phone and examined what was behind her.

Fear fell over her as she noticed a large tawny colored canine bearing its fangs at her. It seemed to have noticed or sensed her apprehension since it began snarling at her and edging closer and closer. Taking a deep breath, she quickly got up and ran as fast as she could. She didn't dare look back but based on the bark-howl she heard behind her, she knew it was chasing after her. She looked around at the trees, hoping to spot one easy enough for her to climb. Shifting to the left, she hurdled over a log, slightly tripping, but managing to get up as quickly as possible. She kept running even though she could no longer hear the animal chasing after her. Perhaps she lost it?

Big no.

She felt something lunge at her from the side, knocking her to the ground. She thrusted her elbow behind her, effectively directing the wolf's face away from her as it let out a pained whine. Then she kicked its abdomen, forcing its weight off her. She hoped it did enough damage to let her get away and it briefly did. She only got a few meters away though when she let out a yelp when she felt sharp teeth dig into her leg. She held her hands out to prevent her face from hitting the ground as she toppled forward. She cried out in pain as the beast dragged her back to god knows where. Y/N tried to kick itself face with her other leg, but it was no use. Her hands aimlessly claw at the dirt beneath her, trying to desperately clutch onto something. She began tearing up and screaming her lungs out. For some reason, her mind urged to suddenly cry out:

"Jongho!"

She thought she was as good as dead when she felt the wolf's mouth detach itself from her bloody leg. She heard what sounded like a struggle behind her. Using what little strength she had left, she turned herself onto her back and widened her eyes when she saw a dark amber colored wolf fight off her attacker. This one was noticeably larger and bulkier in size. It lunged at the other wolf, going for its neck and pining it underneath him. The tawny wolf bit at the other's leg, halting his assault on him enough for him to escape from his clutches. They stood in front of each other, the tawny wolf getting ready to attack when the amber wolf began howling. His howl was soon followed by what sounded like 3 or more wolves, signaling they were on their way. Knowing he'd be outnumbered, the tawny wolf let out a low grumble as he began sauntering away before the others came.

Y/N panted heavily. She gasped and began retreating when the amber wolf came closer to her. She tried to lift herself up, but her injured leg made her fall back into the ground.

"Ow!" She clutched her leg, hissing from the pain.

Y/N didn't dare move, afraid of this wolf doing something to her as it stood right in front of her. She heard it let out a tiny whimper and watched in surprise and confusion as it examined her wound, nudging its nose against her ankle. It looked right back at her and for some time she didn't feel afraid. There was some sort of familiarity and comfort in the wolf's dark brown orbs that looked at hers with intensity.

"Are.....are you...if you're going to kill me just get it over with..." She felt stupid for her words and even more stupid for even believing that creature could understand her.

But he did.

The wolf looked down before looking back at her. Y/N widened her eyes as the wolf began to morph right in front of her eyes. Its fur replaced by light tanned skin, paws replaced by strong, muscular arms, until in front of her stood an all too familiar face and familiar eyes that she had been missing for a while.

"J-Jongho?" She gasped out, her hand flying to cover her mouth at what she just saw.

"Uh....hi Y/N." He awkwardly replied, his hands trying to cover himself protectively as he was standing in front of her all nude.

Whether it was the adrenaline that was still rushing through her, her injured leg that was pouring crimson blood, the shock of seeing her lover transform in front of her, or a mix of all, Y/N's head began to get dizzy and before she knew it, she had passed out right there.

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"Will she be ok?" "She'll be fine, the bite wasn't that deep. Luckily." "Why hasn't she woken up?" "Give her time. Her kind don't heal as fast as we do." "Stop fretting. She'll wake up soon enough."

Y/N could hear hushed whispers around her. Slowly, she fluttered her eyes open, trying to adjust to the light. She looked up and saw 4 strange faces looking at her.

"Y/N? Baby? Are you ok?"

She looked to her right when she felt someone take her hand. It turned out to be none other than Jongho, who was watching her closely anticipating her reaction.

Y/N let out a high pitched scream when she remembered the events of the night before. Jongho, as well as the others covered their ears, which were extremely sensitive.

"You! Last night! At the woods! You you you....." She sputtered out incoherently, not knowing if what she saw last night was real or not. Was she going insane?

"See? If you had told her from the beginning, this whole situation could have been avoided." A tall male with red hair shook his head disappointedly in Jongho's direction.

"Now is not the time for the 'I told you so' speech." Another male, with platinum blonde hair spoke up.

"How are you feeling sweetheart?"

A girl with ebony hair directed her attention to Y/N, pressing her palm against her forehead to feel her temperature. Y/N relaxed under the girl's touch, making her feel more calm.

"I....don't know...what's going on? Who are you? Jongho-"

"Shhh." The girl rested her hands on Y/N's shoulders, keeping her from getting up when she began shifting. She continued:

"It's ok. We're not going to hurt you little one. Please relax and let us attend to your wounds."

She looked over at the tiny ginger haired girl standing next to the tall male.

"Hana, get the water and medicine ready. You three." She pointed to the males. "Shoo. You're terrifying the poor child."

"But Noona-" Jongho protested.

"I know you want to stay by her side Jongho, but she's gone through a lot. Leave her to us. I promise we'll take care of her." The girl told him.

Jongho seemed to struggle to obey her orders. He looked over to the platinum blonde male, who signaled him to follow him and the other male out of the room. Jongho sighed and looked over at Y/N. Without thinking, he leaned in and tenderly kissed her forehead, which made Y/N's heart flutter. Whispering an 'I love you' to her, he went over to the door, taking one final look at his mate before shutting it behind him.

"I'm really sorry about all this. You must have had such a scare last night." The ebony haired girl smiled softly at her, brushing some stray hairs out of Y/N's face.

"Who are all of you?" Y/N repeated her previous question.

The girl tilted her head down at Y/N.

"My name is Aurora. My friend here is Hana." She introduced herself.

"Hello." Hana spoke up for the first time, her voice matching her tiny frame.

"The two men you saw before are our mates, Hongjoong and Mingi." Aurora continued her explanation.

"Mates?" Y/N furrowed her eyebrows.

"I guess the term your kind use might be... boyfriend? Spouse? Lover? Depending on the situation?" Hana tried to help her comprehend.

"My kind...?" Y/N looked back and forth between them. "What exactly are you?"

Aurora and Hana looked at each other, with Hana urging Aurora to take the lead.

"We're.......wolves." She simply answered.

"Wolves?" Y/N asked, as if the events from last night didn't serve as a big hint.

"I'll explain as much as I can while we attend to your wound." Aurora smiled warmly at her, making Y/N feel at ease with them.

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Y/N learned so much about Jongho and the others in the days that they stayed to attend to her while she healed from her injury. She learned that Hongjoong, the platinum blonde male, was the Alpha of the pack, and Aurora was his Luna, which explained why she had such a motherly nature to her, even though she was only a few years older than Y/N herself. Mingi, who frightened her at first with his tall build and stoic face, was the pack's Beta. He was so different from his mate, Hana, who was small and on the timid side, but was extremely helpful and hard working.

Then there was Jongho, whom she found out was the lead warrior in their pack. It didn't seem that shocking to her when she found out. He was extremely strong and skilled. He kept his distance at the beginning, afraid of scaring her more than he already did. But Hana went up to him one night, urging him to go talk to Y/N, telling him that she was yearning for him.

Instantly, Jongho sped to her room, where Y/N was waiting for him. She pouted at him and made grabby hands towards him, which he couldn't refuse. He embraced her tightly, inhaling her scent that he had missed so much. His wolf inwardly howled, happy to feel his mate's touch and affection once again.

"Y/N I'm really sorry for keeping all this from you. I was afraid-"

Y/N silenced him with a kiss, unable to hold herself back. She pulled away enough to say:

"Don't apologize. I understand why you did it and I want to tell you, it's ok. I'm not afraid anymore. I'm just happy you're back here with me...."

Biting her lip, she admitted shyly:

"I missed you."

Jongho blurted and grinned.

"I missed you two love."

He pecked her lips several times, both of them letting out soft giggles every now and then when their noses would accidentally bump against each other's.

Once her leg was healed enough, the rest of the party deemed it fit for them to leave. After all, it was still mating season and no doubt it would be best to have them be alone for a while. Y/N hugged Aurora and Hana goodbye, both of them making her promise that she'd keep in touch with them, which she readily agreed to.

Everything seemed to go back to normal for Jongho and Y/N, although she did felt him to still be a little tense around her. But now she knew why. She recalled the conversation she had with Aurora when she confided in her that she believed for a moment that Jongho was seeing someone else, which Aurora promptly refuted.

"Once a wolf finds his or her mate, they are loyal for life." She told her.

That was how she explained to her that Jongho was simply fighting his urges to mate with her.

"How do wolves mate?" Y/N asked her.

"Well...you know.." Aurora made a circle with one of her hands and began inserting a finger with her other hand, making both her and Y/N burst out giggling.

"You mean it's just sex?" Y/N tried to understand.

"Technically yes...but you see. He's going to want to mark you, symbolising his ownership over you and making your bond official. And there's the case of knotting..."

When Aurora explained the knotting process to her, Y/N's eyes nearly bulged out. Hesitantly she asked:

"So...does it hurt?"

Aurora quickly shook her head. "No. Well I guess for your kind it might be a little uncomfortable, but trust me. Jongho would never allow you to be in pain. Just leave it all to him. He knows what he's doing."

Ever since then, Y/N had been very curious about mating with Jongho. More than curious. The more she thought about it, the more aroused she began to feel as she pictured his thick length inside her, which she had actually already seen. She blushed every time she recalled when she saw him naked, standing in front of her with his glorious body, her hands going in between her thighs, rubbing tentatively at them.

Jongho was suffering because of it. He could feel and smell her pheromones. It was affecting him deeply. The close proximity to her wasn't of great help either, as neither was his wolf.

"What are you waiting for? Can't you smell her? Our mates sweet and delicious scent? She wants it and so do we! Do something about it!"

"No! It's not time yet! She's not ready!" Jongho tried to protest.

"It's the perfect time you fool! The moon will be full tonight and she's more than ready. She's in prime heat. You know what that means."

Jongho decided to shut out his wolf, refusing to listen to him anymore. He was not about to lose his self control.

But Y/N wasn't making it any easier. All day she had been teasing Jongho, either by doing seemingly innocent things that had double meanings or simply by touching him out of nowhere. Jongho simply wanted to get through the night unbothered, but Y/N wasn't having any of it.

Tired of him not picking up on her hints, she straddled him when they both got into bed.

"Y/N, what are you?-"

She cut him off when she kissed him desperately, as her hips grinded down on him, making him moan into her mouth.

"Jongho.... please just mate me." She fluttered her eyes at him, her bottom lip out in a pout, causing Jongho to swallow harshly.

"What are you waiting for? You're just going to leave her there when she's yearning for us? You're even more foolish than I thought." His wolf reprimanded him.

"Y/N...please don't- oh my god."

Jongho let out a groan when Y/N's mouth attached to his neck, which was extremely sensitive. Y/N began kissing and suckling at a particular spot that sent shivers down his spine.

"You like that? Are you enjoying it Jongho?" She whispered teasingly in his ear, chuckling when she felt him let out a hiss.

"Well if you won't mark me, I'll mark you. I'll make sure to mark you very prettily. " She giggled.

Y/N squealed when Jongho harshly gripped her hips and pulled her off him. She gasped sharply when he pinned her down on the bed, his hands holding her wrists down above her head.

"Listen to me very carefully my lovely mate. You don't get to mark me. Only I get to mark you. Got it?"

Jongho's dominant tone turned her on more than she already was. She quickly nodded and let out a tiny 'yes'. Smirking he leaned down and kissed her jaw and neck, trailing sloppy kisses across it as his large hands began to roam around her body. Sliding under the silk fabric of her pajama shirt, they began fondling her breasts. He cupped and squeezed them, his fingers occasionally pinching her sensitive nipples, making Y/N squeak whenever he did.

Jongho chuckled as he tore the flimsy fabric with his bare hands, tossing the now ruined clothing on the floor. He picked up right where he left off, his mouth quickly attaching to one of her breasts. Y/N arched her back, prompting Jongho to take more of her in his mouth. Her hands clutched at his hair when his mouth began moving south. He smirked as he pulled back the elastic band of her shorts, releasing it and letting it snap against her skin, the slight sting making her clench around nothing.

"Stop playing around and get down to it man! Can't you feel she wants us inside her now?"

"You'll get your fun soon. Right now, I'm having my little fun with her."

Jongho maintained eye contact with her as his fingers hooked on each side of her shorts.

"You know.....I'd like to take this opportunity to tell you... I always hated this pajama set."

Without warning, he ripped her shorts and panties apart as if it was a mere piece of paper. The cool breeze the she felt in her wet core had Y/N clenching her thighs together, slightly rubbing against each other. Jongho tapped her ankle that wasn't bandaged.

"Open." He ordered her.

Y/N slowly slid her legs open, allowing him to peer down at her completely exposed body. Jongho suppressed a moan as his wolf howled inside him.

"God our mate is beyond beautiful."

For the first time in a while, Jongho actually agreed with him. He took the opportunity to use one of his hands to glide up her inner thighs. His fingers collected some of the slick from her folds before he brought them up to his lips, licking it off, making Y/N blush intensely and look away from such a dirty scene.

Jongho's hand gripped her chin to make her look up at him.

"Don't look away love. I want you to keep your eyes on me the entire time. Ok?"

"Y-yes..." She replied.

Y/N watched in anticipation as Jongho began to remove his clothing. Her breath hitched when she gazed once again upon his muscly and toned arms. And she could not look away when he freed his cock that she'd been fantasizing about lately. It looked bigger than what she remembered, probably because right now it was wanting to be inside her, to fill her up with his cum.

Jongho stroked himself and looked at Y/N

"Are you sure about this love? If you want to back out, I won't stop you." He reminded her, prompting his wolf to snarl grudgingly at him.

Y/N leaned up and pecked his lips.

"Mark me my mate."

With those 4 words, Jongho no longer had any doubts. He hovered his body on top of Y/N's, his hand cupping her chin as he kissed her softly. His other hand aligned his cock against her entrance. Getting the head in, his hand then moved to the back of her left thigh, to steady her body as he began pushing the rest of his length inside her. Both released a series of low moans at the newly found feeling. Jongho resisted the urge to start pounding into her, remembering she wasn't as strong as he was, letting her get adjusted to his size.

He gave an experimental roll of his hips, to test if she was ready.

"Ah Jongho!- d-do that again." Y/N asked him.

Jongho complied to her wish and began repeating the same movement from before. His hand moved between their bodies, rubbing at her clit to help stimulate her even further. Y/N threw her head back and moaned even louder. Aurora was right: Jongho definitely knew what he was doing.

She felt something start to build up on the pit of her stomach, and while Jongho was already doing an amazing job, Y/N's body was begging for more.

"Jong- Jongho?"

Jongho slowed down, thinking she was feeling uncomfortable or in pain.

"Yes love?" He asked, completely halting his movements which made Y/N start fussing.

"Don't stop! Go faster!" She whined as she rolled her hips, trying to desperately get the feeling from before back.

Jongho hesitated, silencing his wolf which was encouraging him to be a little rougher with her.

"Jongho!" Y/N's cry of anguish snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Please..... fuck me." She pleaded with tears brimming in her eyes.

Jongho widened his eyes at her use of such foul language. But the way she was practically begging him to ruin her....he could no longer resist. His hands gripped her waist as his snapped up against hers, his cock hitting back and harder on the spot that made Y/N turn into a whimpering mess.

"Yes! Right there! Oh my god!" She cried out in pleasure.

Jongho felt her walls tightening against his cock. God it felt so amazing. He internally cursed himself for having waited so long to claim her as his. He couldn't wait to mark her, to swell up inside her and fill her up with his semen.

"Jongho.. I'm close." She warned him.

"It's ok. Go ahead love." His hand stroked her cheek, assuring her it was ok.

Jongho clenched his teeth when she felt him tighten on him. The feeling was overwhelming and Y/N's body writhing underneath him, chanting his name as she came, only served to pull him closer to the edge. His hands went to grab Y/N's, intertwining their fingers as he felt himself swelling inside her. Y/N let out a tiny whimper at the foreign feeling, shutting her eyes.

"Hey baby, look at me. It's ok. I promise it won't last long." Jongho comforted her as he continued to thrust in and out of her.

Once he felt himself swell up completely, he halted his movements when his knot began releasing his cum inside of her.

"Fuck! Oh my!" Jongho grunted at the blissful feeling as his body collapsed on top of Y/N's.

They both panted heavily, trying to come down from their highs, beads of sweat dripping down both of their foreheads. Jongho stayed inside her for a few minutes, wanting to let his knot go down before pulling out of her. He knew how painful it could be for both of them, but especially Y/N if he pulled out when his knot was still swollen.

He took the opportunity to kiss at the nape of her neck. Y/N shuddered when she felt his fangs come out.

"My mate....all mine." Jongho whispered softly against her skin.

Y/N inhaled sharply when Jongho bit down on her flesh. It definitely wasn't as painful as she thought it'd be. It hurt but it was a pleasurable kind of pain. Jongho pulled back and stared at the mark he left, feeling proud and accomplished with his work. Retracting his fangs, he licked around the bruised spot to soothe it and placed a loving kiss afterwards.

"How does it look?" Y/N asked, her hand reaching to touch where he bit.

"It's beautiful." He answered, nuzzling his nose against hers.

He pulled out of her and layed next to her, realization hitting him that he had finally mated the love of his life. Jongho wouldn't keep the cheerful smile that overtook his features. Rolling over, he pulled Y/N against him so her back was pressed to his chest and kissed her shoulder. She hummed softly when he began drawing shapes on her arm.

"What are you thinking about?" She turned to look at him.

"How insanely happy I am to have you." Jongho smiled adoringly at her.

"Are you?" She giggled.

"I am. I love you." Jongho confessed, kissing her lips softly and squeezing her closer to his body.

"I love you too Jongho." Y/N returned his statement.

Jongho began to poke at the freshly made mark, making Y/N snort.

"Are you proud of yourself?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Can you tell?" Jongho giggled.

"Is everything scratched off your wolf bucket list now?" She joked.

Jongho hummed, pretending to think about it for a bit.

"Almost..."

"Almost?" Y/N tilted her head in curiosity.

Jongho snickered as he replied:

"All that's left now is to impregnate you with my pups."

Y/N's head snapped to look at him in complete shock that he said that. Jongho began laughing at her reaction, making Y/N slap his arm.

"Choi Jongho! Don't scare me like that!" She exclaimed.

"Oh come on, don't frown too much at the idea. I think you'll look absolutely adorable with your belly swollen from carrying our babies inside you." He cooed at her.

"Well there's plenty of time for that in the future." She said.

"Yeah.....plenty of time indeed." Jongho teased as he shifted his body so she could feel exactly what he meant.

Y/N looked at him incredulous when she felt him poke against her thigh.

"Jongho! What the hell?! You're up already?"

"Hey don't blame me love. It is mating season."

Wiggling his eyebrows, his hand moved to lift her leg up a little so he could easily slip his cock inside her again.

"And like you said, we have plenty of time."

Y/N giggled at his words.

"How long exactly does this mating season last?"

Jongho shrugged.

"It changes every year. Maybe a week, maybe a month. I'm not exactly sure..... one thing's for sure though..."

With one swift move, Jongho slipped himself inside Y/N once again. Smirking down at her, he continued:

"We're not sleeping anytime soon my precious mate."

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taehoneycheeks · 3 years

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Storms don't last forever

"After having a bad day, you relish in the arms of your boyfriend. But as he is, his ways of comforting are also unique. Not that you are complaining."

Pairing : Hoseok × reader

Genre : Fluff 💫

Note : relationship!AU

Wordcount : 1.8k

Warning : Deals with emotions like sadness and frustration. Harmless straddling. Kissing. Pg_13

Credit : @taehoneycheeks ©️

It was one of those days. One of those shitty days when everything went wrong for some reason. You were walking down the street with a fussy mind and as if your day couldn't get any better, it started raining due to which you had to wait under a bus stand for the rain to stop. After half an hour, the rain stopped pouring. Your home was still a few blocks away and luckily you didn't even got a taxi this time so you had to walk all the way from your office to your home.

Suddenly your ankle shifted and you accidentally stepped in a puddle on the road. Your shoes were covered in mud now which made your heart drop. A pit was already formed in your stomach. Your throat was now heavy with a bile slowly taking its form in it. You were trying to keep all your emotions at bay but truthfully they were all over your head. Sadness, failure, resentment were all you could think of. All you wanted to do was to go home and rest in the arms of your boyfriend's and forget about all your worries.

While you were deep in your thoughts, you didn't even realized that you were walking towards the threshold of your home. Crossing the threshold, you reached for the handle of your door and sucked in a deep breath hoping it would keep the dam of your emotions stable. Hoping it would dissolve the bile in your throat. Slowly you opened the door. Removing your shoes, you entered the living room.

"Babe! Is it you?" Hoseok asked from the bedroom. His voice ringing in your head. Suddenly, the bile in your throat too heavy, making it difficult for you to breath. But then again you didn't wanted to sadden him with your foolish reasons so you took a deep breath and made your voice as cheery as you could and said-

"Yeah its me!" you said but regretted it as your voice cracked at the last word. After a minute or so you heard soft thud of footsteps coming down the stairs. You mentally prepared yourself to not waver. To not show him that you just want to hide yourself in his arms. You wanted to be strong for him.

Then you saw him. He was wearing his blue mang pajamas and looked like he just removed his face mask because of the extra shine on his cheeks. But what caught your attention the most was his smile. He was smiling brightly, showing his pearl white teeth, forming his eyes in a cresent shape. He was happy to see you. Happy to see you back. Happy to see you safe, and that made your heart sore. You tried, really tried to hide your tears but just the sight of Hoseok was enough for you.

That dam of emotions burst and so did your tears. Heavy droplets streamed across your cheeks. You buried your face in your hands. Your knees started to buckle. All your emotions were flowing from your eyes.

Hoseok immediately reacted and buried your face in his chest. His one hand coming to rest on your lower back - by habit - while the other was stroking your head gently.

"Jagi....what happened?" he sounded worried, exactly what you were trying to avoid, but you couldn't help it. The emotions overwhelmed you and you just wanted to let it all out. As if reading your mind Hoseok picked you up, your legs locking around his waist, and lead you through the room and sat on the sofa.

He didn't seem to mind your clothes or your smell. He just cradled you like a baby while you were straddling him and sobbing on his shoulder. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, savoring his smell. He smelled like cherry, just like his face mask.

Your eyes were stinging at this point. Your head was throbbing and your nose was stuffy. Your throat was sore but you just had too much on your mind and couldn't keep up. You felt really tired and your eyes felt like they weight thousand tons so you lazily closed them for a while.

"Baby.." you heard him and then felt a soft hand on your head slowly motioning you to move. You didn't knew when you fell asleep, must be because of the soft touch or the warmth or the fact that you cried your heart out. You removed your head from his neck and slowly opened you eyes locking them with Hoseok's and saw that he was sick worried.

"What happened?" he asked again "Did someone said something to you?" he questioned and you stirred your head in a yes gesture. "Who was it?" his voice was calm, probably to not make you uncomfortable, but anger clearly reflected from his eyes.

"It was my fault. Everything is my fault." you stated, your words cracking because of your sore throat.

"I just had a really shitty day. Today I forgot my company batch at home due to which I had to wait half an hour outside then when I sat on my desk, my knee hit the table" you said showing him your bruised knee and heard him gasp

"Let me get some ice for you!" he exclaimed but you cut him and said "No, please.." trailing off.

"Okay then tell me everything that's worrying you" he said and you continued, thankful to him.

"After that I got scolded because I couldn't submit the work on due time. The HR said that I wasn't cut for the job and if it happens again he would fire me and then I stubbed my toe while exiting the office and then when I was returning from the office, I couldn't get any taxi and then it started to rain then I had to stand under a bus stand and my clothes got wet because of it and then when I was 2 blocks away I accidentally slipped in a puddle and my favorite shoes got dirty" you cried and saw that Hoseok was listening to your every word, even when you knew your reasons were silly, you still felt bad.

He caressed your head delicately "It's okay. It's all okay. Everyone has bad days. Its good to let it out." he said hugging you closer to him.

"I feel like a loser right now" you stated,

"No you are not. It's just one bad day, don't beat yourself up for that" he said but you just snuggled closer.

After a while of comfortable silence, Hoseok said "Can I take you out?" he asked,

"what?" you questioned, amused.

"For a drive? Get away from the usual routine" he said.

"But it's quite late and you have already changed into your pajamas and-" you were cut short when he joined his lips to your, slowly caressing your lips. His hand reached out to your face, brushing his fingertips against your jawline. You lost yourself to him. Just what you wanted to do. His kisses were always intoxicating. He gently moved away from the kiss.

"We are going for a drive" he stated, confirmed, and that was final. No questioning after that. "Okay" is all you said.

"Let's get you changed into some comfortable clothes first and then we'll go" he said, withdrawing you from his lap and taking you to your bedroom where both of you changed your clothes. After that both you exited your home, locking the door behind.

Hoseok went first and opened the car door for you and you gave him a shy smile which made him chuckle then he sat on the driver's seat and you both were off to go.

First you both went through McDonald's drive thru and order 2 burgers, 2 large fries, 1 coca cola and 1 sprite and then you both went straight on the highway.

You were still feeling bitter and didn't wanted to talk. He knew what was going in your mind as he connected the music system to his phone and started playing up all night

Take me 'round the world and back again

As I am searching for my soul out there.

Oh, there's something that I'm wondering

Where I'm going when my story ends.

You really liked the song. After taking a long sip from your drink, you started humming it.

"Hey, open the window" Hoseok said coolly and you rolled out the window.

Chilled air filled the car. It smelled like moist soil because of the rain which calmed you. The sky was spotted with small bright stars and a half moon. You gradually started to sing the song. Your voice barely audible above the air and the blast of the music yet Hoseok joined you. As the song reached it crescendo both of your voices raised an octave higher.

Song after song, you both were singing. Adrenaline running high. Didn't even caring if anyone heard you, if you were tired, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered now because of Hoseok.

He did this for you. He made sure you were happy. He made sure you were comfortable. You couldn't help yourself but marvel him as he was still singing each line of the song perfectly.

"What?" he asked suddenly looking towards you "Nothing...I just love you so much" you stated which made him flush in his seat. You started laughing at his cuteness. Your laughter and his giggles filled up the car. You didn't knew how much time went by and honestly you didn't cared at this point. All the fried food and sugary carbonated drinks adding up to your energy.

After finishing the burgers and drinks and screaming at the top of your lungs for another 24 songs you finally saw a similar road leading to your driveway.

"Do we have to go back!" you whined and heard him chuckle "Jagi, are you forgetting something?" he asked but you couldn't remember anything so you shook your head in a no gesture

"Tomorrow is Saturday!" he replied excitedly. Tomorrow is Saturday which means no work. You can cuddle all day and no one will disturb you at all. Only the thought of next day was enought to emit a squeak from you and Hoseok laughed again.

You both exited the car and entered your home. You were really tired and suddenly felt all your energy drain out from you.

"I am tired." you pouted and he said "Baby it's 3:30 in the morning. Of course you will be tired." you hadn't even noticed it was this late.

You both went to your bedroom and crept under the covers. As you both were already wearing comfy clothes you didn't find any need to change. Your leg went up to his waist as his hands went to secure around your waist. His warmth and tenderness were too comfortable and you couldn't help but to relish in the feeling of being safe in your boyfriend's arms. You slowly closed your eyes and said-

"I love you Hobi" and he replied "I love you too y/n."

A/n : Heya! How are you guys doing? I was a little unwell due to my sinuses 😅. I did used a new header this time. I don't remember, but I saw a header like this on some other fic and I wanted to try making my own. Hope you guys have enjoyed this work! Please ignore any typos or mistakes (I am still learning). Feedback and suggestions are always welcome 😊.

P.s. The song used in this fic is 'Up all night' by Khalid.

#bts #bangtan #bts army #bts hoesok #bts jhope #bts fluff #jhope fluff #jhope × reader #jhope

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oftenderweapons · 4 years

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Girls’ Night — a girlfriends’ tale

Characters: OCs (Vixen, Princess, Lace), small Namjoon intromission

Wordcount: 12.2k

Genre: slice of life with discussion of BDSM themes, conversation

Rating: suggested 18+

Hello doves! As I announced the other day, I have been working on extra pieces that I really loved as a concept. This one — I must admit — is especially dear to me since it covers topics that I consider extremely important. This fic discusses mature themes. Please minors, do not read or interact.

Quick recap: (read Jimin’s Love Talk if you want to know the whole background for this story) Princess — Jimin’s girlfriend — has ventured into the world of BDSM after Jimin expressed his interest in being dominated and spanked. A few days after her first brief session with Jimin, two old acquaintances come to her help: Vixen — Namjoon’s girlfriend and Princess’ high school classmate — and Lace, Vixen’s best friend, Princess’ university flatmate but also Taehyung’s latest crush. (Tae and Lace met through Vixen at Taehyung’s housewarming party). The girls meet for dinner at Princess’ apartment and after some confessions and girl talk, they explore the most important rules and procedures a person should know before dominating their partner in a basic impact play scenario, with special contributions of a trained domme and an experienced brat.

The piece is written with the girls as characters described through the POV of an external narrator. If you want to get to know the characters a bit better, you can find their headcanons here (Vixen — Princess — Lace).

On a lexical note: throughout the text I’ve used the word “dom” both as in short of the verb and of the noun. Even though the feminine form is usually “domme”, I’ve considered it gender neutral, as a short term for both “dominator” and “dominatrix”.

On an ethical note: I wanted to raise awareness on how a safe, sane and consensual domination works. These days there’s an increasing number of BDSM pieces coming out, and very few of them mention the level of emotional connection that is necessary in these circumstances. Most of them focus on the scene, without showing how pre-session negotiations, aftercare and post-session feedback work. I wanted this piece to be educational and I wanted to show the “background work” on how I plan each BDSM-themed piece before I write it. Though I’ve done a lot of research on handbooks, websites and forums, I am NOT a BDSM educator, so I would recommend reading more in-depth manuals in case you ever decided to venture in this world, and possibly speak with an expert first.

On to trigger warnings: swearing, consumption of alcohol, obviously there is in-depth discussion of NSFW and BDSM themes with focus on impact play. Discussion of hard limits, negotiations, SSC (safe, sane, consensual), safewords, aftercare, bruising, cutting/puncturing (connected with cane and cat-o-nine-tales whipping), marking, pain kink, punishment, drop (both for subs and doms), anatomy of impact play (where to hit, how to hit), sex toys (spanking, face slapping, paddle, riding crop, slapper, strap, whip, flogger, cane). That should be all. In terms of angst, there is some insecurity, jealousy, and slightly traumatic past experiences. Lace recalls one time she “dropped”, Vixen recalls a series of quite intense scenes. There are mentions of Vixen’s second relationship (toxic relationship with a man who called her out for her sex drive, kinkshamed her and forced her into becoming exclusively vanilla). Both Princess and Vixen mention abandoning some friends since they couldn’t trust them close to their boyfriends, or not respecting their privacy. Lace mentions traumas that lead her to learn domination. She also explains her insecurities about possibly dating Taehyung.

Word count: lengthy. 12.2k words. Reading is not necessary but recommended since a lot of pieces stem directly from this one.

Here is my masterlist!

Enjoy 💖

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EDIT: You can find part two here

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Lace came through with the loud stomps of the heels of her boots, the bag on her shoulder swaying heavily. It looked like she was ready to enter Cat Woman mode, wearing a cropped leather jacket rimmed with a thick black-fur neck. Her wondrous thighs were clad in tight, high-waisted jeans, her black leather knee boots completing the look. She impeccably wore her part.

As she neared the door, she checked her watch, noticing that she was a couple minutes early.

Five minutes later, always fashionably late, arrived Vixen, her hair falling perfectly around her pretty face, her lips tinged with a deep wine red, her doe eyes as inquisitive and wide as usual. It was exactly the girl she had met two years before on the other side of the counter of her shop, it looked like she hadn't aged a week.

"Hello!" She greeted her friend.

"Hi there! Look at you, you look like the best girlie in the world." Lace hollered back.

"Because I am." Vixen replied, basking in the attention and the praises.

"That self esteem is thriving! Freshly fucked and ready to misbehave?"

"Unfortunately not freshly enough, but you know me, I'm always ready to misbehave." Vixen winked before making her way to the entrance of the building, pressing the buzz for Princess' apartment.

"Isn't your big boy attending to his duties?" Lace asked, curious about the whole situation. She had personally met Namjoon and had seen the two of them together. They looked like the it-couple and she would gladly bet big money on the pair. Plus she knew about Vixen's collection and Namjoon's taste in terms of lingerie and negligees: in her honest opinion that's a solid base for a lasting union.

"He's attending, yes, but I don't want to vex him with my continuous cravings."

"Baby, not all of us are like that slut-shaming bastard of your ex. Stop thinking that needing to get laid more than once a week is a shame."

Princess voice sounded from the intercom. "Hi! It's floor 16 number 41!"

"Thank you!" Vixen replied before pushing the door open.

Lace slapped her hand and held the door as Vixen walked through. The other followed. "It's just that… He's been busy, plus he keeps saying he likes to come back early so we can have dinner together, he's always rushing from the studio to the dorms to his apartment. He looks like he'll get drunk on motion sickness before the tour even starts."

Lace stared at her feet as you both stood in the lift. How could she start something serious with Taehyung if they were going on tour? By the time she would get used to him he would be travelling on the other side of the world.

"So he stays at the dorms?" Lace fixed her bag on her shoulder.

"Often, yes. He stays at the apartment when I'm around, but he prefers the dorms when he's by himself or working."

The lift dinged and you exited, heading down the hallway "Thirty-eight, forty, there!" Lace chirped, noticing the open door.

There stood Princess, hair in a ponytail, wearing a fashionable white turtleneck and a thigh knee-length skirt. She looked classy and smart, just like she had appeared during previous meetings.

"Hello girls!" She waved at the pair, gesturing at them to come in.

"Hi there!" said Lace, "long time no see."

"We don’t see each other in ages and then two times in less than a month." Princess replied while hugging her. “Wouldn’t it be lovely if we reacquainted?”

Vixen nodded with a cute smile. "It would. I must say it was a surprise to meet you at the party with Jimin." Vixen took off her shoes as Princess offered her a pair of slippers.

"It seems like fate brought us back together." Princess replied.

“Indeed.” She commented, thinking about how they would get even closer if she gave in to the preternatural connection with Taehyung. Lace tugged at her boots, fighting with them a little before finally removing them, lost in her thoughts. She clumsily tried to avoid Vixen’s stare. She knew the girl would spot her secret in a second. Not now, she told herself. With the slippers on, Lace still looked like Catwoman from the ankles up, but her feet were clad with a pair of pink panther slippers that gave the outfit a hilarious twist.

"Let's move to the kitchen," Princess said, leading the way. "The apartment is small, sorry."

"Don't worry sweetie, with a view like this I would gladly live in a shoebox." Vixen commented, looking out of the window. "Plus you live pretty high up."

"It was accidental. I just needed something close to my office."

"What did you end up doing?" Lace asked as she looked at the prints on the wall.

"I work for a fashion magazine. Usually I do model casting and a little bit of everything about organising photoshoots." Princess replied.

"That sounds great!" Lace exclaimed, grinning.

Princess clumsily opened a bottle of wine, but fortunately no damage resulted. "What about you?"

"I'm a shop assistant in a lingerie shop." Lace replied.

"Don't diminish yourself like that." Vixen said, looking away from the window. "She works at the La Perla boutique in Gangnam, plus she has her own studio where she creates customised orders." The woman patted her friend on the shoulder. "She's amazing."

Princess lit up. "So you managed to make part of your dream come true!"

"A small part. I'm still far from having my own shop." Lace exhaled.

"But she's getting there." Vixen added with a positive note.

"I ordered in a little bit of everything." Princess said, taking the food out of the oven. "I didn't trust my cooking skills knowing this one." She pointed at Vixen. "I've heard you're almost a chef."

"I just took lessons." She shrugged. "I just really like everything that feels like home."

Sniffing at the air, Vixen sparked up, getting cozy at the smell of bulgogi. "This smells very nice."

"A little bird told me it's your favourite." Princess winked.

"Do I know that little bird?"

"He knows you very well." Princess said, admiring how the polished, elegant woman-girl turned completely smitten.

"I'll make sure to thank him."

Lace snickered. "Do you need help?" She offered, while Princess laid out a bunch of smaller plates and bowls with side dishes. "I got some dumplings, pancakes and our baby's favourite: braised potatoes."

Vixen clapped enthusiastically.

Dinner proceeded calmly, all the partakers digging in quietly, chitchatting between one serving and another, catching up on the various mishaps that had happened during those years apart.

"So you studied in Europe, right?" Princess asked Vixen.

"I spent almost two years between France and England, yes." She replied politely, sipping her wine composedly as if she hadn't devoured her serving of potatoes like a very smug wolf.

"Cool. But you came back here." Princess continued.

"Yes, I missed home. And I missed jajangmyeon." Vixen grinned. "Food in general. I like my life here. Living in Europe to me felt like being continuously on the sidetrack of something. Catching up with the culture is seriously a challenge, especially when you're in the art world."

"Right, you're an interior designer." Princess reminded herself.

"Exactly."

"I've heard you met Namjoon because of that."

Vixen smiled. "Yeah, well… The usual. We met at a gallery, I had a meeting with the artist and he accidentally participated. The artist and the director of the gallery accompanied us through the exhibition and at the end he asked if I wanted to grab a coffee. At the beginning I thought it strange that he hadn't booked a private visit, but he said that because of a last minute plan he had begged the director to book him in anytime. Since I'm friends with the director and I have strict privacy agreements at the firm, the curator thought it was a good idea."

"Who would have thought, uh?" Lace chirped in, laying her chopsticks on her empty bowl.

"Y'all, soju?" Princess asked, now that they were all done with the food.

While Vixen nodded, Lace held back. "I think I'll take just a sip. It gets me bloated."

The table was clean, the small cups for soju laying on the table as Princess shook the bottle and poured it according to tradition.

"Cheers to your taken asses and my single one." Offered Lace, the three of them laughing and downing the liquid. Princess drank it without even blinking, Lace taking it in a small measured way while Vixen downed it and scrunched her nose, shutting her eyes tight and shaking her head as she processed the burn.

"You're still a doll." Princess commented.

"And you're still otherworldly cool." Vixen replied, smirking. "You were the most bad ass girl of the class. I had lots of respect for you, but I was so scared of approaching you."

"You were so tiny and shy." Princess gushed. "You were everyone's crush but you were so smart. And a bit strange. It felt wrong to even think of you like that."

Vixen shook her head, "It feels strange to bring up those memories. After university and being abroad it feels like another life."

"Because many things changed in the meantime." Lace argued. "I've known you since you started working, two years ago."

"I spent half of my first paycheck at your shop."

"You did. And I asked you for coffee because I liked your sense of fashion."

"I thought you wanted to date me." Vixen laughed.

"Well, when you're done snuggling your big bear, you know you can come to me." Lace winked.

"My bear is pretty big so it might take me a while to be done with that." Vixen joked. "Plus I'm pretty happy. I haven't been this happy since I was nineteen. I'm content. Satisfied. Taken care of. Loved. I'm thriving." She closed her eyes and shrugged, smiling.

"My bad." Lace patted her own shoulder in support. "What about you and Jimin?"

"Oh, we met during a photoshoot. I assisted in his shoot and when he was done he asked to see the pictures that would feature on the magazine. That's when he asked me out for dinner." Princess said, her eyes shining as she remembered the event.

Lace noticed the two women staring at her. "Well time for my story… Me and my dildo met at the store, he was cute, I was needy and I invited him to my bed. That's how we first met and we've been happy ever since." Lace told emotionally. The other two burst out laughing, Vixen holding her belly while Princess leaned on the table.

"Oh goodness." The smaller one said.

"I think it's time we face our main topic. Would you like to start?." Lace asked Princess.

"Okay. I'll be very direct." Princess warned.

"Don't worry, we're all grown ups here. You're safe, darling." Vixen stretched her arm out to caress her forearm. "And we're pretty open minded, trust me."

"Okay. Basically, Jimin would like me to get a bit more rough in the bedroom. Namely, we tried spankings the other week. He sort of power-bottomed? Like he gave me instructions on how to do it."

Lace nodded.

"I am worried about how to handle this. I want to do it, but I don't know how to do it right. I don't want to hurt him." Princess said with a frown. “And I’m a little worried I liked it so much.”

Lace’s lips formed a small conspiratorial smile. “At the beginning there’s always a little bit of fear. And a bit of… Shame.”

“Yes.” Princess confirmed. “But it’s not something that bothers me. Like, it’s there but it doesn’t bother me. I don’t think it will persist. When I think about what we did… Well, I’m almost proud.”

Lace smirked and nodded. “That’s good. What would you like to work on? Is it just impact play — you called it "spanking" — or is it also domination on a broader sense?"

"Well… Wait, I took notes." Princess looked around, walking towards her bedroom and coming back with a small notebook and the guide.

"It's the book!" Lace exclaimed.

"The book." Vixen wiggled her eyebrows knowingly.

"You, vixen." Lace smirked. "Namjoon is right calling you that."

"You have no idea." The other replied. "Now, let's see."

"I'll return you the book." Princess reassured her.

"You can keep it for another bit. You'll need it again with Jimin."

"We have our own copy, don't worry." Princess replied, with a quick smirk. "Well, I think I can dom pretty fine — as I read the book I realised I already have some of those behaviours. However there are some practices I might have to learn in person."

"Normally we teach how to dom through subbing: what you experienced the first time with Jimin was subliminally subbing." Lace took the reins and explained. "It is one of the most sophisticated forms of domming — being a power bottom — and the fact that he did that should suggest you that A — he's a very skilled sub, or B — he's generically a very smart person with good manipulative skills."

Princess listened to the explanation quite raptured. "Personally, I don't know how far he's gone with his exes but I would say he has taken the lead before and he's quite used to speak up and order me around a little, so his behaviour might come from that."

Lace nodded. "I would recommend that you talk to him and try to design a specific plan for the two of you. As I hinted before I have taken lessons on BDSM practices in a club here in the city. I have received almost two years of training and I have taken part as an assistant to a teacher for another two years, that's why I might sound academic and serious. You can stop me whenever you feel uncomfortable or when you need to ask a question." That's when Lace shifted. Her whole position changed: her back got straighter and her hands splayed on the table, somehow squaring her position.

"Okay." Princess confirmed.

"You know that during university I took that course on acrobatic yoga?" Lace asked.

Princess frowned. "Yeah, I remember."

"Well, it wasn't exactly acrobatic yoga." Lace shrugged and raised her eyebrows. "At the beginning I did do some acrobatic yoga lessons but then one of the students introduced me to this BDSM course and I left yoga for… yeah, you know." Lace laughed.

Vixen listened quietly, observing Princess' reaction.

"Would you consider taking lessons from an expert?" Lace asked.

Princess shrugged. "I think that the book was very good on general analysis. Personally, I've never considered meeting an expert mostly because I wouldn't know where to look for one. Plus, I've only had a week to think about this."

Vixen looked at Lace. "I'll be very blunt here, darling. I think that the best thing to do would be discussing the whole book thing with Jimin. Have pre-session negotiations. Discuss stuff. Find out what you want to explore and go there together."

Lace raised an eyebrow. "However, it is perfectly okay if you want to practice by yourself. Being a good dominant means that you can convey control and safety through your stance and behaviour. That requires practice."

Vixen nodded before adding, "It's okay if you want to take some steps by yourself before bringing him into the equation."

"Okay, so I reckon you have quite some knowledge on the theme. Maybe you could teach me something?" Princess asked Lace, a bit shy but fully determined.

Lace smirked. "That's why I came prepared. However, I must remind you I have been a co-trainer, and that doesn't mean I am a teacher, therefore I can only cover the basic stuff, which for now will suffice."

Vixen's eyes burned expectantly.

"Our girl here might help you see stuff through a submissive's eyes, right?" Lace questioned.

Vixen nodded and smiled, reassuring Princess by placing a hand on top of hers.

"Okay. Let's talk about general principles. BDSM is an acronym for Bondage, Domination, Sadism and Masochism. But I guess you read this in the book." Lace presented.

Princess nodded.

"The golden rule is SSC: Safe, Sane, Consensual. Use protection and make sure that you're both tested and clean if you go without a condom or dental dams. Also, keep your toys clean. Do not start anything if your judgement is clouded — by alcohol, drugs or violent, instinctual emotions. Make sure that both you and your partner want the same things. Explain what is going to happen and negotiate before each session — at least for the first few times. This is also the right moment to talk about safe words."

"Me and Jimin covered these already." Princess noted.

“Then you’re already halfway there. The biggest part of training is making people always aware of all the steps that could possibly go wrong and make sure that you’re prepared for the worst case scenario.”

Vixen nodded. “As a sub, it is important to feel safe. An anxious sub is a sub who can hardly feel pleasure, and that invalidates the experience as a whole. We only do it for pleasure.”

Princess listened carefully and thought about it a little. “How… How does it feel…To be a sub? I mean, I’ve sort of subbed with Jimin but… Yeah.”

“Well, I’m leaning-sub. That means I rarely dom, and when I do I’m a power bottom — that thing that Jimin did when he gave you instructions on how to dominate him. Being a sub has a lot to do with feeling cherished and taken care of. Some of us are not comfortable with power and responsibilities. Some of us simply like to be told what to do and please. I like doing what Joon tells me to do and do it perfectly the way he wants it to be done, because I know he will praise me and reward me. I know that he loves me regardless of me doing what he wants, but it pleases me immensely to use my submission to show him how far my trust and love for him go. I feel safe when I'm in his hands. And I like punishment, it helps me deal with guilt. When I make a mistake, I always torture myself with guilt and self-hate, but punishment makes me feel like I've made a mistake and I've paid for it. The point is not the punishment, but rather the forgiveness and the sense of atonement afterwards." Vixen spoke with a composed attitude, however her eyes wandered around nervously, as if trying to avoid meeting the others’ gazes.

"In that case the dominant is supposed to be attentive in terms of how far the submissive pushes themself. A sub looking for forgiveness is a sub willing to go further than normal, which means that they might inadvertently reach their breaking point — which shall never happen." Lace highlighted.

"The golden rule is to always leave hungry. There is a fine line between satiety and nausea. The moment you overstep and reach nausea is the moment your sub might hurt themself." Vixen said, tight lipped.

Princess nodded. "I'm glad we can have this conversation. It's not something I can quite talk about with my friends since the whole situation with the boys is pretty delicate. I had to close some of those friendships to keep Jimin safe. I realised I couldn't trust some of those people and I'm glad I realised before it was too late."

Vixen’s leg started bouncing. “Same with Joon. I don’t have that many friends in the city, mostly because of the time abroad and the fact that all of the friends I had by now are married and/or with kids. I couldn’t trust many of them, but you —” she said, gesturing towards Lace, “and when I introduced you to Namjoon I told him you were one of the most discreet people in the world, because you value your privacy and other people’s privacy because of your, uhm, lessons.”

“It feels good to have someone to share this burden with. I’m pretty scared of the tour.” Vixen looked down. The poised young woman seemed to crumble, giving space to an insecure little creature. “We’ve been dating since last November, but our relationship hasn’t really begun until late February. To be honest I’m terrified.”

Both Lace and Princess reached out for her.

“I’m scared.”

“Have you told him?”

“Yes, he knows.” Vixen sparked up for a minute. “We talk a lot. He always asks me how I feel about things. Lately I’ve been spending all my time away from work with him. It’s been… maybe three days since I last went back to my apartment. And in the last month or so I’ve slept alone maybe three or four nights. I don’t know what I’ll do when he’s away.” Vixen’s eyes welled up with tears before she smiled classily and recomposed herself. “But that’s not relevant.”

“It is, baby.” Princess rubbed her shoulder. “You have my number. You can reach out to me anytime.”

“I’ll be there too, you know. I know I’m not your Big Bear, but I can cook and I’m an excellent vintage movie marathon partner.” Lace rubbed the other shoulder, catching the few tears that had fallen. This was a further confirmation that Namjoon was the right man for Vixen: he had reached out to Lace a few weeks after they had been introduced, asking her if it was cool if he asked her updates on Vixen during the tour, mostly because he knew she would put up her strong, charming face in front of him, but secretly she would be worrying over his absence. That brought them close; it felt good to create this safety net for Vixen and it felt even better to know her in the hands of a man worthy of her, attentive despite his busy schedule and strong work ethic.

“Thank you, girls. That’s really sweet of you.”

“You’re the one who made this possible,” said Princess, gesturing to the three of them sitting at the table together. “I owe you. And I reckon this is a good time to make amends for not making friends with you in high school.” Princess laughed. “We’ll all need each other. We could have a group chat with Jin’s girlfriend too. Plus Jimin mentioned Yoongi is seeing someone.”

“Yes, Namjoon mentioned too. I’ve heard she’s a lawyer. He’s got this insanely huge crush on her.” Vixen giggled. “I haven’t met her yet but I’ve heard they were supposed to go out tonight.”

“Maybe we’ll see her at the next gathering.” Princess wondered. “I must admit I’m curious.”

“I am too.”

Lace felt a bit out of the conversation. “Me and Taehyung have been texting.”

Vixen blinked and turned to her. “What?” She had this face that read perfect confusion. “How long? And you’ve never told me? I mean, I gave him your number but I didn’t—”

“It’s because I haven’t been really taking him into consideration until recently.” Lace replied. “Normally I would reply to him with small texts, just to avoid sounding rude.”

“You mean to tell me you have Taehyung wrapped around your little finger — Kim Heartthrob Taehyung — and you weren’t even interested? Have you been doing drugs too?” Vixen looked outraged. “Fucking insane.” She shook her head.

“You know me. I value my privacy. Do you know how fucking un-private it is to potentially date that man? What if they find out about my extracurriculars?” Lace pointed out.

Vixen exhaled and formed a tight-lipped smile.

“Don’t give me the disappointed mom look.” Lace replied. “Plus I’m the same age as you, you have no right to turn judgemental.”

“Of course.” Vixen nodded. “Your safety first, love.”

“It’s just that I want to, but I can barely imagine how fucked up that could be.”

Princess breathed out. “Jimin and I have been extremely private about us and me being so close to the press means I am risking so much.” Princess opened her arms wide. “But it would take a catastrophe to take him away from me.”

“Give him a chance. Tell him about everything outright and let him choose. He’ll take his chance. Don’t choose for him.” Vixen pointed out. “That’s how I did with Joon. We talked and clearly said ‘this is what I need and what I can give, can you comply? Are you okay with it?’ It’s a bit of a bet, but I think the prospect of gain outweighs the actual risk of it.”

Lace nodded. “And then there’s the tour.”

Vixen and Princess nodded. Vixen tried to keep her insecurity and jealousy at bait. All those girls drooling over him, all those female staff members travelling with him. She propped her elbows on the table and pressed her forehead against her palms, her lovely hair falling forward.

Princess, sitting beside her, rubbed her back. “What if you just give him one date. Tell him your situation both about your, uhm— hobby and your emotional state. I’m sure he will understand. His emotional intelligence is impressive.” Princess stated, nodding, her hand still rubbing Vixen’s spine.

“He’s the kind of man I would gladly be a sucker for.” Lace explained. “I knew I was a dom since I was eighteen, but Jesus, I know I would sub for him.” Vixen seemed to awaken at that comment. “I’ve seen his stages. He is insane.” Lace bit her lip. “But I need time to trust him. And it would feel useless to get cosy with him only to have him leave for the tour.”

“Just tell him.” Vixen encouraged her. “He will surely work with you on a compromise.”

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow. Are you okay?” Lace checked in on Vixen.

“Yup. Just a sudden jealousy rush.”

Lace frowned. “He would never. Don’t worry about that.” Lace cocked her head to the side. “He worships the ground you step on.”

“Girls throw thems—”

“He throws himself at you.” Lace remarked. “Plus he loves you. You love him. That’s all that matters. He gave you the passcode to his house, basically made you move in, what else do you need? I bet he’d gladly handcuff himself to you if you asked kindly enough.” Lace joked.

“Scratch that ‘kindly enough’. He’d cuff himself to you without you even asking.” Princess remarked.

“Can we move back to the BDSM introductory lessons?” Vixen asked, shaking her head, but with a tiny smile on her face.

Lace saw that was a good sign. Princess smiled beside her. “Okay, I’ll go with my request. I know I told you I wanted to get to know more of impact play and if we could focus on that...”

“Yes, I get where you’re headed. Let’s get it. But we’ll need a clean table for this.” Lace explained.

“Let’s do this.” Princess stood up from the table, beginning to clean up everything. It took the girls only a couple minutes to get rid of dirty dishes, empty boxes, the glasses and the soju. Even the fruit basket the guests had bought was moved on the kitchen counter.

“Do you have any sanitizer, perhaps?” Lace asked.

“Isn’t it better if we move to the sofa?” Suggested Vixen. “Use the coffee table?”

Princess shrugged. “Same to me.”

Lace nodded convincedly. “Let’s prep the coffee table. Sorry for the main table.”

Princess shrugged. “Needed to clean it anyways.”

A few minutes later the girls were all sitting around the coffee table, Lace’s bag placed at her side while Vixen occupied her other side, Princess sitting in front of them.

“Let’s do an impact play in depth analysis. What you need is one — a dom, two — a sub, three — optional, — supplies.” Lace listed. “Let’s go a bit at a time. First, the dom. A dom must be sober, lucid. No alcohol, drugs, and most importantly, no impulsive, instinctual emotions. If you’re furious, don’t go there. Violent emotions can cloud your judgement. Don’t let those lead you. Of course you might be angry or aroused, but that must not take the lead. If your anger makes you want to give them fifty spanks, but normally your sub can take twenty, you can negotiate maybe twenty-five. Be judicious, never hungry.”

“Good.” Said Princess, focusing on every single one of Lace’s words.

“Once you’re sure you’re in a coherent, calm mindset, you should negotiate with your sub. Remember: safe, sane, consensual. Safe, in this case, involves that your supplies are clean and cannot hurt your sub, both in terms of cleanliness and state of use. Check for loose threads, scratches on leather that could possibly host bacteria or dirt, splinters in case of wooden devices, porous surfaces. We’ll talk about this more accurately in the supplies section. Sane means to check your mindset and your sub’s mindset. Same rules as before: no alcohol, drugs, violent emotions.”

Vixen made eye contact with Lace, silently requesting permission to speak. “Small note on that, may I?”

Lace nodded.

“Your sub might come to you while being emotionally unstable. They might need you for comfort or atonement. Make sure to heal that emotionally before dealing with it sexually. It means to discuss what caused the upset state of mind in order to identify the real entity of the problem, correct the perception of it and negotiate the atonement.”

“Excellent point.” Replied Lace.

Vixen smiled cutely.

“Can I have an example?” Asked Princess with a frown.

“Of course. Let’s say I fucked up at work, I booked the wrong artwork and the artwork they wanted is no longer available. I manage to find an alternative but I somehow feel like I let down my client. I go home and I am scolding myself because I didn’t deliver what was asked of me. My dom may spot my disappointment or may recognise self-punishment. Also, I might explicitly tell my dom I am not feeling well due to a sense of guilt. This leads to my dom asking me why I am upset or why I am punishing myself. I — along other perfectionists like Jimin — tend to overestimate my mistakes, making them a bigger deal than what they actually are. My dom corrects my perspective through objective analysis, underlines my successful abilities in dealing with the issue and suggests potential improvements on those things I didn’t manage to solve. Perfectionists have a strict inner judge that scolds them and punishes them. Therefore their psych is divided into victim and punisher. This fracture obviously causes discomfort. The dom’s goal is to heal this fracture, especially since the perfectionist’s “punisher” side — so to say — is very strict and usually overestimates the damage and subsequently overestimates the punishment. After correcting the perception of the mistake, the dom gives an appropriate price for atonement.”

“So the goal is to stop the guilt trip mechanism?” Princess asked.

“Yes.” Vixen confirmed. “But this is just one kind of spanking. There are other cases. It can be educational or simply sexual. Educational is when the dom corrects the sub’s behaviour because they violated a rule or an order. In that case it’s mostly dom-initiated—”

“Unless the sub willingly misbehaved to earn a punishment.” Lace added.

“That sounds Jimin.” Princess commented, rubbing her forehead.

Vixen smiled widely.

“That’s not funny, you brat!” Lace scolded her.

“When you find your sub willingly misbehaving, you should talk to them very clearly. Usually they do it to attract attention. Ignoring them might hurt them or bring them to further misbehaviour, which can turn dangerous. I normally recommend conversation.” Lace explained. “Pay attention to them and ask why they broke the rule, what they were trying to get out of it. You can give them the punishment they were asking for — for example if your sub disobeyed because it earns them spanks and they like spanks, you can either give them spanks or punish them with something that they really don’t like, for example edging.”

Princess nodded. “That’s interesting, thank you.”

“Any remark, Vixen?”

She shrugged. “No, I don’t think so.”

“What about sexual spanks?” Princess questioned.

“Those can be incorporated into foreplay. Some people are simply aroused by pain.” Vixen shrugged. “It puts the sub into a vulnerable position, and it underlines a power imbalance. It makes the sub feel smaller, powerless — or almost so — and sometimes humiliated.” Vixen explained.

“Exactly. I would add that it stimulates the circulation of blood to the pelvis region, which means that skin is more sensitive, arousal increases and the whole perception intensifies. It builds trust and sometimes, according to personal history of each sub, it can send them back to childhood memories, mimicking the power imbalance between child and adult who disciplined them. It has strong disciplinary and educational value, back to the punishment scene.”

“Oh, about punishment!” Vixen exclaimed. “We forgot the most important part of it all. But it refers to all sorts of spanking, to be true. Negotiation. Once you have identified the fault, tell your sub how many hits there will be, how you will deliver them and with which instrument, which position they will have to assume. Repeat safewords. Make sure that they agree fully to every detail of the spanking. If they do not agree to some parts, ask to find a compromise, a middle ground between your and their needs. Once you have the green light, you can talk your sub through the whole experience as the scene actually develops. Once you are done with the scene, say a code phrase that means that the scene has finished.”

“Okay, me and Jimin did this stuff our first time trying this.” Princess confirmed.

“Wonderful. Was it a positive experience? Did you have any uncertainties, questions?”

“It was a very positive experience, both in mine and his opinion. We talked it out the morning after, since I preferred to have some time to elaborate my personal feelings about the scene”

“That’s okay. As a dom you can experience mixed feelings, especially after a first scene, with activities that are usually misjudged by society”. Lace explained, gently patting Princess’ hand on top of the table.

“I think that Jimin’s positive reaction and guidance helped me feeling positive about the whole scene. He was truly supportive through all of it.” Princess smiled softly.

“That’s a good partner. Both for life and for play”. Lace smiled herself, glad that Princess’ first experience went well.

“There were very deep emotions of care and support and love during the whole scene. A kind of affection and vulnerability I had never experienced with anyone else. I hope I can go there again with him, but next time I want to be more reliable and secure and experienced. I thought that a general introduction, especially about supplies, could help me, since Jimin was interested in that.”

“Okay, let’s just finish the general intro. We were saying safe, sane and consensual. Safe means toys, safewords and aftercare supplies. Sane means both parties know what they’re doing, the dom is aware of the sub’s mental space. Consensual means negotiation about number of blows, technique, position and eventually toys. Make sure that your sub always knows about the motive of the spanking. The natural response, especially to pain, is ‘why’. Make sure they know. Eventually, remind them. Once more remind them of safewords and the final sentence.”

“Do not ever stop unless they safeword.” Vixen said. “If they repeatedly tell you to stop, remind them they have their safewords if they want to. As a sub I’ve said both ‘stop’ and ‘why’ at least a hundred time during a spanking. ‘Stop’ and similar are pretty recurrent. Just say ‘You know your safeword, love’. If they really need them, they will use them, trust me. Just remind them all the time. You could maybe need to slow down, make sure that they aren’t panicking and they do actually remember their words.”

“Yes, that’s right.” Lace confirmed before turning to Vixen. “Have you been studying?” She joked.

“I’ve been reading lately.” Vixen confirmed, with a very happy smile on her face.

Lace mirrored her expression. She knew Vixen had been pushed into quitting BDSM activities by her ex boyfriend. Knowing that she was finally back to something she liked, something she was comfortable with made her happy. “I’m glad you’re back on track, sweetie.”

“Thank you.” Vixen closed the small exchange with Lace.

“Once a scene is closed, your sub might have different responses. They might ask to be left alone. In that case, make sure that healing supplies are ready for their self care. Remind them to check for abrasions. If the skin is damaged on a surface level — that means it is not only bruised, but also broken — you will need disinfectant and probably band aids.” Lace explained.

“But that happens rarely, right?” Vixen asked.

“With average spanking, that is quite rare. Normally you need specific instruments specifically meant to cause abrasions.”

“Like canes and spiked toys?”

“Yes, but not only those. I’ve seen pretty heavy damage caused by an apparently regular flogger.” Lace commented, shuddering at the memory.

Vixen blinked, a bit shocked. “Okay, back to aftercare.”

“Yeah,” said Princess, exhaling and looking away.

“So, unless your sub wants you to leave, you stay around. Provide for them. Rub lotion first. Some subs store specific lotion for this kind of stuff. To ease the burn, the sting, or lessen the bruises.”

Vixen interrupted. “I must say, most of us like the bruises and the reminder-sting, so they don’t really do much about it. Still, it depends on how far you’ve gone and how the sub feels. Usually, my favourites are a cold cloth, lotion and if I went particularly far maybe a painkiller. Normally herbal lotion and muscle relaxant are an excellent solution. They’re softer and safer, especially since you never know how a sub might react to medicines. As usual, make sure that whatever you use on them is safe. Let them prepare their usual medication. Make sure you have plenty of time to ascertain that they are emotionally stable. Do not leave them alone unless they request so, and tendentially it is good etiquette to stay in proximity, in case they change their mind.”

“Thank you so much for all the head ups.” Princess said, true gratitude shining all over her face. “I feel more comfortable knowing that we followed those lines during the first time too. It’s not something absurd. Youjust really need to use your common sense.”

Vixen nodded. “Being smart sure helps, but it’s not everything. You can only truly learn it by making it a routine.”

“You mean practice?” Princess questioned.

Lace nodded. “Yes. Once you actually start practicing, you’ll immediately find out your forte and potential weaknesses. Be comfortable with those: you can ask us or look it up on the guide, or on BDSM blogs. I can send you reliable sources, if need be. I would say you can reach out to my dungeon, it is a safe and discreet environment, but I fully understand your position, and I get that you might prefer to have a private approach to this. You can eventually book personal appointments with an expert. Those normally include non-disclosure agreements and Jimin could be protected from the public eye, as far as it can go.” Lace explained. “We have had many, many clients who have requested so. It would be perfectly normal.”

Princess thought about it and nodded. “I’ll discuss it with Jimin.”

“Perfect. As you can see the key to this is communication.”

“Indeed.” Confirmed Princess.

“Now, let’s get down to the actual business.” Lace opened the bag but left all the contents inside. “Impact play can happen on different parts of the body. Vixen?” Lace called.

Vixen stood up gingerly.

“Tie your hair, doll.” Lace reminded her.

The woman fished a ribbon from her pocket and did a soft ponytail.

“Good. I’ll show you.” Lace fished out a long, silky bag from her weekender; untying the ribbon, she pushed her hand in and extracted a long stick. A cane, Princess corrected herself.

Lace didn’t pay much attention. Its purpose was that of a pointing stick at that moment. “Number one, the derrière.” Vixen turned and Lace let the wooden instrument hover over the girl’s ass. “You know what to do to hit here?”

“Find the tailbone and place your non-dominant hand over it to protect it. Alternate sides, rub between a spank and another. Hit the lower region, far from the nerves up high. Where the flesh swells, that’s where I can hit. Also the back of the thighs.”

“Excellent. That’s all.” Lace congratulated. “Other spots are the back of the legs, more precisely the back of the knees and the calves. However, knees are delicate, so you can only deliver delicate blows with a restricted selection of toys. I would not recommend it. The back of the calves also offer a limited selection of toys, but it is slightly safer to go there. Still, the surface is limited and the knees and ankles are close. The risk of missing your target is high. Since you’re a beginner I would not go there.”

Princess nodded. “What kind of toys can I use?”

“We’ll cover that later. For now let’s just run through anatomy.” Lace answered calmly. “Are you good, Vixen?”

“Yup.” The other replied.

“Perfect. Turn to your side profile.” Lace asked and Vixen quickly provided.

Lace pressed the cane in a line connecting the peaks of each of Vixen’s glutes. “From here—” she moved all the way down to her mid thighs “— to here it’s good. The peak to the midthigh.”

“Great. Got it.” Princess replied. “There are other places? Like…?”

“Would you like to talk?” Lace asked Vixen. “You're the expert.”

“May I?” She asked.

“Of course, sweetie. You’re the expert in this.”

Princess raised an eyebrow at the comment, but still she stayed focused. To say she was intrigued was a big understatement.

Vixen’s sweet voice began speaking. “Other than the backside, as we’ve just mentioned, there are other spots that can be involved in impact play. While the back of the thighs and the butt can stand harsher beatings with almost all toys intended for impact play, other areas are more sensitive, more delicate or consist in a smaller expanse of skin, therefore they shall be treated differently. Both the palms and the back of the hands, just like the soles of the feet can be involved, especially when matched with instruments with a smaller surface of beating, like a slapper, a riding crop and a cane — for example. They shall be treated lightly, since they have lots of nerve endings, bones and tendons exposed.”

“What’s a leather strap?” Princess asked.

Lace lifted a finger as a sign to wait, before digging her other hand in her bag and extracting a small device, of maybe twentyish centimetres of length and five or six of width; she placed it on the table to let Princess observe it. “Handle and slappers.” She pointed. “Very noisy, actually pretty innocuous. The leather bits slap against each other and create a single impact that sounds like a double.”

“It sounds scary, though.” Vixen noted. It always made her blood curl in her veins, the heavy smack turning into a torturous feel as the hit didn’t match the noise. Fear worked, but the sensation didn’t. It was not something she liked, usually.

Lace nodded. “I haven’t used it much. Usually people like the cane on the back of the hands. Because of old school punishments.” Lace explained.

“Right. Thanks.” Princess nodded.

Vixen waited for a sign before moving on. Once she had both women’s attention, she proceeded. ”Thighs are generally all good, if they’re fleshy and plump enough. Make sure that you don’t go too hard when hitting close to private parts. While a vulva can handle a fair bit, the penis is generally more delicate in the structure. Thighs can handle all toys, just like the ass. Paddles, slappers, straps, riding crops, whips and canes. For private parts I recommend the riding crop.” Vixen smiled politely.

Princess interrupted. “The strap is that kind of… like?” She gestured a long and thin rectangle with her hands, looking for words.

“It looks like a belt bent in two, with a handle. Maybe I have it…” She rummaged in her bag. “No. Sorry. I think I left it at home.”

Princess waved her hands. “Don’t worry, that’s okay, I think I visualised it pretty well.” She smiled. “There’s more?” Princess said, marvelled as Vixen began talking again.

“Well, yes. Oh, first a small warning — before I forget. You must absolutely stay away from the belly and the stomach. Same for the lower back.” Vixen showed the various spots on her body with precise gestures of her hands. “Too many vulnerable organs left unprotected there.” She took a small pause and then moved on.

“Some people can handle hits on their shoulders and upper back, where the internal organs are protected by the ribcage and other bone structures; however I would talk with a professional about that kind of scene since you need to flawlessly master advanced equipment — people tendentially use whips and similar, or the strap.” Vixen stopped for a second, looking at Lace as if asking whether she had anything more to ask. Lace shook her head, inviting the other woman to proceed.

“Now, about delicate parts: some people like being slapped in the face, but then again, that must be clearly stated in the negotiations. I’d say you should only use hands, but maybe I’m projecting.”

“In four years, I’ve only used and seen other use hands. Also, riding crops, but usually that’s just to direct head movements or to pat the face, rather than slapping it.”

Vixen nodded. “Great. About interesting stuff, nipples can be gently stimulated with small, very delicate pats. Riding crops are excellent for this use. Also slappers. Maybe canes in some cases.” — Lace did a so-and-so motion with her head. Vixen continued, — “Some people can go very hard on nipples and technically — just like with the butt — women who have bigger breasts can stand more intense stimulation”.

“Oh, that yes. You can use, as usual, riding crops, but also paddles, straps and whips — if you’re experienced.” Lace added.

Princess nodded with an interested expression. She could mention that to Jimin. Imagining him with a riding crop, standing at the side of the bed, rubbing the leather bit against her nipples before whipping them harshly had her losing focus for a second, taking in a big breath and biting her lip.

Vixen grinned. She could practically read the other woman’s thoughts. “For women with smaller breasts and men, I would say to stay on the more gentle side for the first few sessions and eventually — once you know each other and once you know your sub’s pain threshold — you can get more heavy-handed, so to say. As I said before female private parts can handle pretty harsh whippings, especially since arousal tends to make the labia plumper and therefore protect the skin better. Still, you should start slow and work your way up. Male crotch area is a lot more delicate, however the shaft can take a medium-intense whipping. I recommend riding crops and small leather straps.”

Lace raised her eyebrows at Vixen with a proud grin. “Nothing to add. This should be all.”

“Wow.” Princess was a bit excited. If Jimin had looked that good with a few spanks, she could only imagine what he would do once she got more experienced and learned what actually drove him crazy.

“That’s a lot of stuff, I know.” Lace reassured her.

“I’m actually excited. Like, it sounds very interesting. There’s a lot of trust and knowing each other. I really like that. I think it brings the partners very close.”

Vixen nodded. “It does.”

Princess bit her lip. “I don’t want to pry but… Do you do all of that?” She looked at Vixen with a slight blush.

The woman giggled. “Not anymore, no.” She took a meditative pause, like she was reminiscing something. It felt strange that a girl so young could feel so old every now and then. That dark cloud that obscured Vixen’s doll-like traits disappeared, leaving only a fond grin in tow. “Now I do the bits I like best.” She grinned.

Lace looked at her with a bit of worry before smiling again.

“Before we actually start with tools I need to make sure that you know all you need about aftercare and drops.” Lace said seriously.

“Yes, please.” Princess said. “May I recap what we said about aftercare?”

“Yes, sure.” Lace invited her.

“Prepare the stuff before. Check for abrasions: if there are, then disinfectant and band aids. Next cold cloth, lotion and eventually painskiller. Use medicines that my sub takes regularly. Make sure that they’re okay emotionally. If they want me to leave, I do, but I stay close.”

“Amazing. Quick learner.” Lace cheered.

“Those were also in the book.” Princess commented, diminishing her feat. “Plus I did it already. Sort of.”

“I’ve seen people take weeks to put all of that together. You did a good job, stop doubting yourself.” Lace corrected her. God, these two insecure creatures would be the death of her.

“Aftercare is not only physical, but mostly emotional. If your sub wants you close, cuddle them. Jimin looks like the type to want cuddles and reassurance afterwards. Make sure you give plenty. Would you like to explain the drop Vixen?”

“Yes, of course.” Vixen intervened before addressing Princess. “I always like to talk about this subject because it can affect anyone, without any need to get involved in BDSM. ًWhen experiencing an orgasm, our bodies produce an incredible quantity of hormones that make us literally ecstatic. What happens sometimes, especially after long or intense scenes is that our bodies get high on these hormones, experiencing a sense of withdrawal once the rush is over. Such withdrawal, so to say, can cause pretty intense sadness that can lead to numbness, indifference, or even hate and depressive or aggressive behaviours. A good way to slow down this sadness is providing the body with other hormones that usually calm us and relax us. Cuddles and sugars usually are a good way to help the body produce oxytocin — commonly named ‘the hormone of happiness’. It’s the same hormone that spikes when mothers are breastfeeding their babies.” Vixen smiled fondly.

“This is incredible.” Princess said, completely amused. “So cuddles heal both the sub and the dom, I assume.”

“I think so, yes. Usually I’m the cuddler while Joon is the cuddlee during aftercare. Both subs and doms can experience the drop since both suffer the shift in hormones. It’s really about mutual care. Usually though, there are people who suffer more.” Vixen commented.

Lace spoke shyly. “Once I went so hard on a sub that I felt awful with myself after the scene was done.” Lace said. The silence felt heavy, like in some part of her mind Lace was still seeing that scene. “Usually the dom is expected to give the sub water, sweets and a cozy blanket — water for the body fluids, sweets for rebalancing the sugars after an intense effort and the blanket for emotional safety. I remember that one time the sub used the aftercare kit on me. It took me almost an hour to get back on a neutral state of mind.” It was Lace’s turn to be comforted. As Vixen rubbed her friend’s back, Princess spoke.

“So I might experience guilt and sadness afterwards and that’s normal?”

As Lace was still thinking, Vixen spoke up. “It happens, though usually, if your partner reassures you and supports you properly, you should be able to deal with it together with quite some ease. I myself have shouted slurs at my dom in the past during punishment, but that is because pain or anger make you do that. I may have sent him into a drop once, and since that time I always make sure that I praise and cuddle my dom once the scene is over. It’s important that you remind yourself that what is said during an intense scene is due to the sub’s sensations in that moment, therefore you shouldn’t give it much importance. Still, once you have your post-session chat you have every right to say ‘that hurt me, please don’t do that again’. It’s etiquette.” Vixen said with a serious note.

Princess nodded. “So cuddles, water, sweets and a good comfort blanket.”

“Normally, yes.” Vixen replied. “Sometimes shower or bath together, wash your partner clean or have them wash you. For some people physical cleanliness is also spiritual cleanliness. It eases the mind from whatever ‘dirty thing’ you’ve done during the scene. The rest is really what you would normally do during self-care, but with your sub. Facemask? Junk food? Lotion? Massage? Tea? Whatever you like as long as you do it with affection.”

Princess nodded. “This is really helpful. I just need to do anything that Jimin likes, and do it with him.”

“Yes, if he wants you close — which I assume he does, knowing the two of you.” Vixen smiled.

Lace added her own contribution. “If possible, remember to schedule a post-session chat. Whenever it feels comfortable. Normally you wait until all parties have fully recovered before saying ‘let’s talk about it together’, but some subs are already okay talking about it during aftercare. Just make sure that you know how your sub felt about the stuff that you did together, and that you tell them how you felt yourself. This is not one-sided. Power imbalance is limited to the scene: once you’re done, You’re equal again — that’s why a final sentence is necessary. It breaks the power imbalance and repristinates equality. All parties are equally entitled to support and communication.” Lace said, making sure that Princess grasped the concept. That’s where most couples went wrong: communicating.

“Thank you girls.” Princess said gently. “Thank you for the insights, and for your personal experiences.”

“You’re welcome.” Lace said heartily before grinning. “Now, let’s discuss supplies.”

Vixen cheered with a small ‘yes’ at which Lace replied murmuring ‘painslut’, chuckling playfully.

“Let’s start with these.” Lace showed her hands, letting the sleeves of her shirt fall a little, exposing her wrists. “These are your main instruments.” She showed the palms, then the backs. “You can use them everywhere. You can use your whole palm, flat, for a sting and cupped for a thud.”

“What’s that?” Princess asked.

“Vixen.” Lace called.

“A sting is when it prickles and bites, a thud is when it reverberates and goes deeper. You go with a quick, fleeting swat when you go for a sting—the palm must be flat and there must be a bit of wrist game. To deliver a thud, you should let your hand cup slightly and hit hard, keeping your hand pressed where you hit. It’s a matter of angle and speed.” Vixen replied readily, as if she were being asked what is two and two.

Princess grinned and nodded. “I see. Jimin mentioned something about it, but I don’t remember clearly. Which one hurts the most?” Princess asked Vixen.

“Well, it depends. It’s a different kind of pain and it depends on one’s sensitivity. Personally I prefer thuds, because usually it’s the muscle taking most of the impact, in case of traditional, over-the-knee butt spankings. Stings make my eyes water a little, because it hits a smaller area of skin with more pressure. But it really depends on what your sub feels.”

“It is all in the way it is delivered.” Lace stated.

Vixen bit her lip, nodding, and moved on.

“Hands can be also used to slap the face, as we said,— that should be especially clarified during negotiation — but also nipples and genitalia. Also, thighs, calves, hands and feet — though in some cases they might be too mild. Always remember that it is good manners to try the toys on yourself first, especially if it’s a toy you’ve never used before. Get familiar with its weight and density and grip, so you know how it affects you before affecting your sub. Make sure to start slow and eventually intensify, always asking your sub if they’re okay in the first place. Be careful with your sub’s pain threshold: since you don’t have direct perception of how much you’re hurting them, try to increase force and pattern a bit at a time.” Lace explained.

Princess felt sure about the directions. Common sense and the guide told her the same things, which reassured her about the fact that she would remember all the complicated passages. Sure, it would be easier to have an actual practical exercise.

But for now she would make do.

“You ready for the next?”

“Yes.” Vixen replied.

Lace tutted. “The question was not meant for you, menace.” She said, reprimanding a grinning Vixen.

Princess cackled. “Sure.”

Lace picked up another object from her bag. “Here we have a paddle. It can have different shapes and textures. Some contain small indentations, or even spikes. The main features are the handle.” She showed the part. “And a flat surface, used to hit the sub. In terms of tenacity and resistance, mine has a hardwood interior covered in a leather exterior. Oh, and it’s branded.” She showed a red leather heart sewn onto the black leather cover. “It leaves a mark.” Lace smiled cutely. “Best used on wide, fleshy surfaces. Questions?”

Princess shook her head. “Oh, yeah. How much is it?”

Lace twisted the object in her hands. “A good one is around thirty five thousand won or so. If you want something that lasts and that is actually covered in true leather, the price might be higher. I could recommend a shop that sells excellent gear.”

“Thank you. Also, you said it comes in different shapes.”

“Yes. A dom in my dungeon has a pretty extravagant one in a cherry shape.”

“With a double sting?” Vixen asks, eyes almost glittering.

“Yup.”

“Amazing. I had spotted it once but I never bought it. Maybe I’ll have it commissioned.” She mused.

“Joon would?” Lace asked, eyebrows raised.

Vixen shrugged. “I just need to be good — or bad — enough.”

“See, darling, this is a brat.” Lace addressed Princess, pointing at the other girl in the room. “Their anatomy is five percent manners, five percent playfulness and ninety percent utterly smart evil.”

Vixen smiled before cocking her head to the side prettily. “Yes, that’s me.”

Princess bit her lip and smiled. Vixen was a lot more interesting than she thought. All those cute manners and polished looks could not entirely shade the dark magnetism of her eyes. She would pay good money to see what ruckus she could cause with Namjoon in the bedroom. And it would be even more interesting to see what poised, calm Lace could do to teach her how to behave.

Lace put her paddle down before fishing something else from inside her bag. “For tonight let’s cover only the basics. I’ll keep more lowkey devices for another time. Or maybe I could show you what I have and you ask me about what looks interesting to you.”

Princess nodded. “That would be lovely. Plus I’m sure you’ll have to get back to Joon since he’ll want to see you before they leave tomorrow.” Princess asked Vixen.

“I don’t know if I’ll see him— oh, that one looks lovely!” She said, looking at a riding crop from Lace’s collection and distracting herself with it. “Yeah, I told him he should stay at the dorms and rest. His week has been hectic with all the briefings for the press conferences and tv shows.” Vixen explained as she picked up the crop, studying the red, heart-shaped bit.

“Yeah, I figure. Jimin and I are meeting for an early breakfast tomorrow, before they leave.” Princess explained.

Vixen’s fleeting gaze moved away. She seemed visibly unsettled. Still, her mood changed once more as she collected Lace’s paddle from the coffee table, the other woman not even noticing one of her devices had attracted Vixen’s attention.

Vixen rolled it in her palm a couple times, shifting it to feel the weight distribution and the texture.

Princess looked at how she studied the object, carefully taking in every detail. Vixen’s perfectionism showed in that exact moment, in the undisturbed, slow way she felt every ridge and stitch with her fingers. If she could think of an adjective it was ‘thorough’, in the first place. ‘Sensual’ in the second.

Raising an eyebrow and biting her lip, Vixen opened her free hand, lifted the paddle and delivered a heavy thwack.

A shiver ran down Princess’s spine. She could almost feel how Jimin would moan after a smack like that.

Lace turned around, looking at Vixen. “Like it?”

Vixen simply nodded with a wicked smile. “Do you know what wood it is?”

“Not sure, possibly birch or cherry tree. Soft wood but very elastic.” Lace sat upright as she was done taking out all of her collection.

“And the leather is splinter-proof.” Vixen commented.

Lace hummed in confirmation. “See anything interesting, Princess?”

Princess creased her brow. “What about the riding crop?”

Vixen smiled mischievously as Lace wrapped her palm around the handle, lifting the object. “Here. This is a personal riding crop. It has been commissioned specifically for me. It’s my favourite and somehow my brand.” She smiled fondly as she studied it. “However, I would say one should never grow fond of a vulnerable thing such as a riding crop. They break fairly easily. Anyway — the general traits of a riding crop are the shaft, the handle and the tip. In terms of length, I normally recommend minimum sixty centimeters, to increase flexibility and impact strength. The shaft should be elastic, but not too much or it loses impact strength and a submissive usually doesn’t want the whoosh without the smash.”

Vixen giggled at her side.

“What is that?” Princess asked, frowning.

Opening her palm, Lace calculated the distance and whipped the leather bit hard against the soft flesh at the base of the thumb. Princess clearly recognised the sound of air whistling before she hit her skin with a thin clap. “That’s what I meant.”

Princess nodded with eager eyes, keeping an amused silence.

“Fiberglass is a good material for beginners. If you’re buying one in person — which I recommend for the first time — make sure that it can make a forty-five degree angle when you bend the tip towards the handle. A forty to fifty degrees with a fair amount of resistance means it’s flexible enough, just make sure that it’s not too close to the breaking point. The handle is normally made of leather or very good rubber to improve the grip. Some cheap riding crops — also, the ones not intended for BDSM purposes — come with a strap to slip your wrist into. I recommend you don’t use the strap or that you remove it completely because first, you shouldn’t need it and second, you should avoid everything that keeps you from interrupting the scene and comforting your sub as quickly as possible. Sometimes even a couple seconds can be very important when it comes to subdrop. Remember this at all time, in all scenes. Remove everything that could keep you from helping your sub.”

“Okay. But if my riding crop falls?”

Lace smiled darkly. “Trust me dear, you’ll hold on to that as if it were the sceptre of England.” Princess laughed. “And if it falls, it’s usually a sign of poor mastering of your tools. Train yourself. You can use a dense pillow to learn the variety of strokes that a crop can deliver. It can be used for sensation play, simply rubbing your sub’s skin, caressing it, spending some time to arouse them before the whipping starts—”

Vixen purred at that.

Princess thought of Jimin biting his plump lips, eyelids fluttering at the gentle touch of the leather tickling his body.

“Are you with me?” Lace called for Princess’ attention, an amused grin on her face. Lace almost wanted to congratulate her for staying focused for so long.

“Yeah, just — thinking.”

Lace exhaled and wore a grin on her face. “I get that. Let me just finish this and we can take a pause. The tip is the important part of the crop. Mine has a fancy, heart-shaped tip, however, the best standard ones have triangular or rectangular tips that are a couple fingers wide on the very tip and restrict around the head of the stick.”

“Sounds nice.” Princess said.

“It is.” Vixen mused. “As Lace said, riding crops aren’t excessively difficult to use, if one has the patience to learn the basics and take some time to experiment. They can offer plenty of freedom to the dom in terms of use since they can be incredibly harsh, but also extremely light and gentle. You can use them on most spanking areas: breasts and nipples, feet, thighs, ass, shoulders and genitals, both male and female. Also the face, if you’re being light-handed enough.”

“Jesus, you’re wicked.” Lace snickered.

Vixen shrugged. “Says you.”

Princess looked at the exchange quite amused. “Okay. I think I got it. Oh, isn’t that a flogger?”

“Yes, it is. But that is for your sophomore lessons. For now, let’s stick to the beginner deals.” Lace said, slowing down Princess’ enthusiasm.

“Oh.” The other answered, taken aback.

“The bigger the toy, the more difficult it is to use it. Floggers, also called multi-tailed whips, are unpredictable because the whips are really flexible, usually made of leather, and very light. You must have excellent wrist flexibility and great spatial awareness. Once you can use your crop with your eyes closed, then you can consider learning the basics of flogging.”

“Okay. I assume canes and that fancy thing over there are off-limit too.” Princess noticed.

“Isn’t that a cat-o-nine-tales?” Vixen said, wide eyed. “It’s been years since I last saw one. Since my training.” Vixen shivered. “He had silver studs on the tips.”

“Did he ever use it on you?” Lace asked, very serious.

“Once. I didn’t speak to him for a week afterwards.” Vixen said, gaze empty. “I’ve never seen one like that in my life, though. Are those flowers?”

“Yes.They have a silver bead in the middle with some petals around it. The effect is very unusual, or so I’ve been told.” Lace answered with a chuckle. “It was a gift from one of my students. Lovely girl. Kinkier than hell.” Lace smiled and took the toy. “See. Those are meant to hurt. Mark or scar even, in some cases.” She showed the appendage to Princess.

“I don’t like that.” She replied with tiny hesitance.

“The cane is also a vicious one.” Lace suggested.

“The first time I safeworded was with a cane.” Vixen said with a meditative smile. “It hurts like hell. Normally I can take around forty to fifty spanks. I couldn’t handle ten with a cane.”

“I don’t think I like that either. My favourite so far are the paddle and the riding crop. I think Jimin likes the paddle, or at least the idea of it. The riding crop is… for personal reasons.”

“Excellent choice.” Lace grabbed a glass of water and drank, easing her mouth and throat after all the talking. “A riding crop can really gratify a dom at their first experience. You can study it, if you want to.” Lace encouraged Princess to hold the toy and look at it from up close.

Princess thanked her before lifting the crop from the table. “It’s very light.”

“Indeed. It’s a lot lighter than a paddle, that’s why it’s a personal favourite to most female doms. Plus it can be used to praise and to punish, making it a tool of great versatility.”

Princess studied the handle, with a thick leather band wrapped around the stick to grant a good grip. Lace, previously standing, bent down behind Princess. “The leather has been treated so to reduce any slipping.” She corrected Princess’ grip around the handle, placing her hand wrapped tight around it and fixing her thumb. “Like this.” Next, she placed the tip on the flat of the opposite hand. “Always make sure that there are no loose stitches here. Make sure that the spot where the tip meets the stick isn’t rough or hard or juts out in a way that could cut the skin.” She fingered the spot, tracing it. “Also remember to check the flexibility, see?” Lace made Princess’ fingers wrap around that spot, making her push it towards the butt of the handle. The sensation was extremely elastic, with a bit of give still, but far more resistance. “That is good elasticity for a versatile crop. Try it on your forearm.” She suggested, pushing Princess’ shirt upwards.

A bit hesitant, Princess lifted her dominant arm up. Lace corrected her stance, repositioning her elbow. “You only need to do a slight rotation of your forearm for now. Keep your elbow still and smack your forearm down, like you were arm wrestling but with more snap.”

Princess nodded, her eyes closing before she let her arm snap. First she heard the ‘whoosh’ of the stick cut through the air, and then the snapping sound, like a dry cracking.

“Good one. Did it hurt?”

Princess tutted. “Not too bad. The bite was pleasing.”

The sound awakened Vixen from her trance. She had been staring at the paddle for a few minutes, thinking.

“Try using it feather-light now. Like it was a make-up brush on your skin.” Lace placed the tip of the crop on Princess skin with the lightest pressure, the touch so soft that the tip didn’t even bend a little to accommodate the skin. It was simply lingering, grazing.

“I really like it. I think I’d love to own one.” Princess said enthusiastically. “Would you come with me if I go buy one?” She looked up to her friend.

“Yes, sure. You have my number, we can arrange someday this week, or whenever you like it.” Lace smiled genuinely. Her cheeks puffed up in round apples.

“I think you should check on Vixen.” She whispered.

The girl was being too quiet. It meant she was thinking. Overthinking, if Lace knew her friend well.

“Are you okay?” Lace moved towards Vixen, looking at her vacant stare, her skittish mood and the insecure nibbling on her lower lip.

“Yeah, I was just thinking...” Vixen replied, still unfocused from her surroundings. “I don’t know if Princess is okay with this. It’s her home, after all.”

“What is it?” Asked the other one, immediately alarmed.

“Would it be awkward if we tried a small simulation? Not a scene, just an exercise. For practice.” Vixen proposed. “If you’re all okay with it.”

Lace studied Vixen’s expression. “What about Namjoon?”

“I could ask him. I think he’s awake, I’ll text him. Ask him if it’s okay with him. This is nothing sexual. It’s just for learning purposes.” Vixen shrugged.

A part of Princess’ brain was already seeing it happen, her throat bobbing as she swallowed. “If it’s not too much of a bother, I think it would be really helpful to me if you and Lace tried. I don’t think I want to do it myself, but I’d like to watch.” She admitted.

“Are you in the right mindset to do this, sweetie?” Lace asked. “You’ve been on mood swings the whole night. Are you sure?” Lace asked, seriously concerned.

“Yes, I’m sure. Trust me,” Vixen said, reassuring her friend with a kind smile. “I just need to ask Joon.”

Lace thought about it. Doing such a thing with Vixen of course could be extremely helpful to Princess, showing her how a scene worked, however Vixen’s mood swings suggested that she was looking for reassurance, that she was hoping someone would literally spank her negative thoughts out of her. She probably wanted Namjoon instead of Lace, but maybe this mechanism of simulation and education was what she needed to rein in her insecurities. Vixen was a smart woman, extremely aware of her emotions and the mechanisms to handle them. Lace decided. “Okay. Call him.”

“Let me grab my purse, then.” Vixen stood up and reached for her phone at the dining table. “Thank you”, she said to Lace before unlocking her phone and finding Namjoon’s number on her shortcuts.

“Put it on speaker.” Lace told her.

The three women waited expectantly as the ringing echoed through the small room — Lace with cold ice settling in her veins, Princess with ebullient anticipation and curiosity, Vixen with a certain emptiness in her gaze, her free hand toying with the small pendant laying between her collarbones while she rubbed the flat of her upper chest.

The ringing stopped, followed by a couple seconds of silence.

“Hello?”

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Fight for You

"Why do people do this to themselves?" I shouted to Shawn and Peter over the roar of the crowd as Raul's fist made contact with his apponents cheek- a sickening crack ringing out around the cramped room."It's barbaric!"

"It's actually quite ordered," Peter counted, eyes not leaving the action. "There's more that they can't do than they can."

"I still think it's stupid," I grumbled, before jumping and slapping my hands over my eyes as Raul copped a nasty hit to his chest.

The only reason I'd come to see the fight was to support Raul I'd been friends with the Triplets since we were about 5, having immediately hit it off with them on the first day of preschool. We'd been inseperable since, but I'd always had a soft spot for Raul,we just seemed to get each other- and he was always so protective of me.

In middle school he'd punched Jacob Connor's out (the resident bully) when he'd somehow found out I'd started my period and spread it around the school like wildfire. Raul had been given a 5 day suspension for it, but he'd always maintained that 'it was worth it, the little weasel got what he deserved.'

As we grew we only got closer,we were each other's confidant, the one person who we trusted with all our secrets, or biggest dreams and our deepest fears. That didn't stop us going through the awkward phase where you realise that maybe you like the other person, but are too much of a scaredy-cat to do anything about it.

Everyone could see it, my friends at school, Peter and Shawn, even my parents told me I should do something about it.

"Don't fret, Kara, your boy will be fine," Shawn laughed teasingly looking down at me bring me back to the present. The boys towered over me at 6'2 they were well over a head taller than me.

"How can you say that?He's your brother," I was appalled. They had absolutely no concern for the fact that their brother, their triplet no less was being pummelled like a car at a junk yard.

"Because," Shawn continued. "It might not look like it, but Raul has the upper hand, he's more agile on his feet, can move faster than the baffoon he's facing,"

I couldn't help but laugh at the description. Compared to Raul,the guy he was versing really did look like a monkey.

Despite the fact that ever fibre of my being wanted nothing more than to go up there and rescue him, I couldn't help but watch in awe as Raul served punch after stratigic punch to his apponents, before finally the referee called time and he was declared the winner.

"You know he does it for you," Peter spoke.

"Does what?" I asked confused.

"Fights, he fights for you, to impress you."

"Don't be stupid," I rolled my eyes, but I was stunned, was he really doing it for me? Why did he feel he needed to impress me?

"I'm going to the toilet," I called to Peter as people started slowly filing out the doors, satisfied with the gratuitous violence they'd witnessed, now no-doubt board.I needed some air,space to think.

As I made my way slowly towards the doors, being all but pushed,forced by the sheer numbers of people baring down on me I started to regret not asking one of the boys to accompany me.

This side of town wasn't exactly known as a safe haven and I wasn't even sure where I needed to go.

And Raul's words of warning 'never go anywhere this side of town without one of us,' rang through my head, as I made my way out into the alley behind the delapidated building and into the night air which was full of the smell of stale cigarette smoke.

"Hey there pretty," a group of guys yelled as I walked past, before wolf whistling. I shuddered and picked up my pace, reaching for my bag that was across my body to try and call one of the boys. I no longer felt safe, in fact I was starting to panic, my hands shaking as I dug blindly through my small purse trying to find my cell. In my haste and in attention, I failed to noticed a massive dip in the run down concrete and before I had a chance to correct it,my foot was falling in, my ankle twisting as I fell heavily to the ground. My hands stung as they made harsh contact with the gravel covered floor.

I sat there for a minute dazed, wanting nothing more than to curl up in a ball and cry. Why did this have to happen now? Why not when I was with the guys? I wondered, a few tears leaking from my eyes I scrubbed them away angrily trying to get up, but to no avail. It was useless. I knew I needed help, but I wasn't sure how to get it, there was no way I was going to ask the men down the street for help.

"Kara? Is that you," I looked up with a sigh of relief immediately recognising the voice and he tall figure. It was Raul, making his way out from behind the building,bag slung over his shoulder,still covered in a sheen of sweat, his muscle top sticking to his chest highlighting his toned physique.

"What happend, why aren't you with Shawn and Peter?" he asked jogging down the street and dumping his bag in the ground before bending down in front of me.

"I got lost," I sighed. I tried to move my ankle which was now throbbing,wincing as a sharp, white-hot pain shot through my foot.

"I'll kill those dimwits," he growled as he looked at me.

"Don't blame them, it was me. I went to find a toilet and I didn't ask one of them to come with me," I explained,my voice shaky from pain and fear.

"How could you be so stupid!" he yelled surprising me. He looked livid."How many times have I told you," he hissed shaking his head, reaching for my foot, but I yanked it away despite the instant ache of protest it gave off. If he was going to be a sick, I didn't want his help,I felt bad enough already.

"Why are you being such a fucking asshole?You know what, don't worry, I'll find my own way home," I spat,tears running down my cheeks unchecked as I glared at him. I struggled to get up, using the wall behind me as support, but eventually made it. As soon as I put weight on my foot though I collapsed. The firey ache that started instantly was now worse than ever.

"I'm sorry," he puffed out. "I'm just worried I'd hate for you to get hurt,I love you," he whispered the last part, by I heard it. It took everything in my power to stay calm,it wasn't like I didn't know it, but I'd never expected him to admit it.

"I am hurt," I replied cooly, pointing to my foot.

"More hurt," he amended his eyes going dark,the grim look on his face didn't make it hard to guess what he was thinking and I shuddered.

"I'm going to take the shoe off," he told me, working quicky but carefully to release my foot from the confines of the heel I'd been wearing.

I couldn't help the hiss that left my lips as it finally feel free.

"Sorry," he apologised softly, much calmer than before. "It's already swelling," he commented as he took the foot in his hand and carefully manipulated it.

"I don't think you've torn anything, but I'll wrap it to make sure," he nodded to himself, unzipping the bag he'd discarded beside me and pulling what looked like strapping tape out.

"How do you know so much?" I asked as he took my foot in his hands again, very carefully wrapping the fabric around it, before pulling it tight. I could feel it throbbing,but I said nothing, not wanting to complain. It did feel better than it had before, but I knew by the time I made it home it'd need to be iced.

"Honey you learn this stuff when you fight, you have to fiend for yourself," he responded,"There all done," he added as he admired his work.

"Give me your hand," he spoke.

"What?"

"Your hands, they're bleeding."

"Ohh," I held my hands out for him to take. He tipped some water onto them which stung like hell, and wrapped them, before placing a kiss on each of my knuckles, causing me to blush. It was lucky it was dark and dimly lit because I knew that itlf he'd noticed he would have teased the daylights out of me.

"Thank you," I took his hand that he was holding out and let him pull me up, leaning into him instinctively.

"No worries, wouldn't want an invalid walking around town now, it'd ruin the street cred," he winked, causing me to laugh. This was the side of Raul that I was used to, the cheeky, unapologetically flirty, protective Raul.

"Nah really, of course I'd look after you, you're my favourite girl," he kissed my forehead as we made our way to find the others at which point Raul promptly chewed out their ears about the dangers of leaving me alone and their completely mind-blowing stupidity which had them both looking extremely guilty.

It was quickly forgotten though as we went on to celebrate his victory, Raul never leaving my side,checking every so often that I was okay, even going so far as to find pain killers for me which helped a heap.

"Thank you," I told him again as we piled into a taxi- Peter already having gone home and Shawn still partying. Normally Raul was the party animal, but he'd insisted he go home with me to make sure I got there in one piece.

It wasn't like I was going to say no, I appreciated the sweet gesture.

"Don't sweat it. You're my girl," he answered, kissing me again, but this time on the lips momentarily stunning me.

"And you're my boy," I giggled,beaming.

"So how about we make this official?" he suggested, that cheeky grin that I loved so much present again.

"I thought you'd never ask," I responded, reaching up to kiss him again.

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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years

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Her Heavy Cross

Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?

Pairing: OMC x OFC

Word Count: approx 3.8k

Warnings: swearing, smut, masturbation

Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.

Part 16 Part 18

Part 17

We got back to Liam's a couple of hours later. I felt exhausted by the time we got back. Finding the right shoes had been a nightmare. I have wide feet and struggled to find something I didn't feel like I was spilling out of.

In a surreal moment, I had found myself debating on whether I should get the Blahnik's or Louboutin's. The prices were unreal, and considering the most expensive shoes I had before those were my Dr Marten's Made in England 1460s, I was out of my depth.

This shop assistant in the shoe department was amazing. He said to go for the Louboutin's because "every woman should have at least one pair in her collection." He made me laugh and was helpful, so despite my misgivings on spending even more on the shoes than the dress, I got them.

The bag had been an easy purchase after that. I got a silver glitter Jimmie Choo clutch. It was half the shoes' price and felt like a bargain.

I hung my dress up, put my shoes and bag in Liam's dressing room and went downstairs to eat lunch with Liam.

"Thank you so much for today. I feel a bit better about the whole thing now that I know what I'm going to wear. One less thing to worry about," I said after we had eaten and packed up. I put my arms around Liam's neck and kissed him.

"You're welcome, Sweetheart. You looked so beautiful in that dress." He kissed me back. "Do you want me to get Ryan to organise an alteration?"

I scoffed, "No, he's probably got enough to do taking care of your shit." I winked. "I can do that tomorrow. I'll also get Jen to do my hair and makeup."

"Riza's wife?" Liam asked.

"Yeah, she does hair and makeup for weddings and formals, so she knows what she's doing."

"Tell her to bring Riza when she comes here, and I can meet them both."

"I'm getting ready here?"

"Yeah, I thought you would. Otherwise, you'll have to get from your place to here all dressed up. And you'll have Perrin with you."

He had a point. "Ok, so next week I'm staying at your place from Thursday until Sunday? Then going to David's and what? Will you stay at mine on Sunday night? Then you come back here on Monday?" Oh, this was complicated.

"Yeah," Liam said like it was no big deal. When you live half your life out of a suitcase, things like that aren't a big deal. Liam looked at his watch. "When do you have to leave?"

"I've got to be at Dave's in a few hours."

"That's just enough time."

"For what?" I asked.

The only warning I got was Liam's bloody twitchy lip. My eyes went wide, and he hoisted over his shoulder again. "For me to have my way with you."

He ran up the two flights of stairs to his bedroom with me giggling at his feat of strength and fitness. I was let down gently on my feet.

I expected Liam to rush me, but he didn't. He brushed my hair from my face as he looked at me with a gentle smile. He seemed so sweet and open that I couldn't help but smile back. I held his hand to my cheek, relishing its warmth, then kissed his palm.

Liam expelled a breath with a short laugh, and his smile grew larger. "I got you another present," he said. "I was going to give it to you on Thursday, but," he rubbed my earlobe, "I can't wait."

"You're very impatient."

Liam nodded. "Wait here." He went to his dressing room and returned with a small jewellery box. Real small. Ring sized small.

I took a step back. I felt cold, sick and my guts churned. Surely, he wasn't that stupid.

Liam looked at me, confused. "Lana, are you ok? You've gone white." I didn't look at him. All I could look at was that little black box. I shook my head.

Liam followed my gaze and must have finally realised why I was looking so sick because he chuckled and said, "it's not what it looks like, Lana." I looked at him, and his eyes twinkled in amusement.

I felt the colour return to my face and covered my face in my hands. "Thank God." I felt a little sheepish.

Still grinning, Liam pulled his hands away from my face and said, "one day, Sweetheart, I certainly hope it will be. Today, however, it's earrings." He opened the box, and inside were two perfect white pearls below a black onyx and diamond setting. They were beautiful. "I know you were joking when you said you needed matching earrings." He shrugged, "I couldn't help myself."

"You got these today? When?"

"I have a confession." Liam's smile was mischievous. "I didn't have to buy a shirt."

I shook my head at Liam, grinning, "you cheeky bastard." I got on my toes and kissed Liam on the cheek. "Thank-you. They are beautiful."

"Will you wear them now?" I nodded and started to take my earrings out. "Let me," Liam said.

Sweeping my hair away from my ear, Liam took my small gold hoops out and put his gift in my ears. He smiled a brilliant smile, revealing just a hint of his teeth. "Perfect," he said, leaning down to kiss me all too briefly. "Go look in the mirror, tell me what you think."

I looked in the mirror in the dressing room, and they were perfect. I played with the earrings. They had such a beautiful yet simple elegance to the design. I felt silly wearing them in my jeans and Joy Division t-shirt.

Going back to Liam, I hugged him again. "Thank-you." I looked into his eyes, so blue and open, and I felt my own tearing up. "You've made me feel special today."

I don't know why I cried. I just knew I felt a warmth in my body, my stomach quivered, and my heart felt like it was trying to escape my chest. I was confused by my feelings. They made me ache, they made me scared, but I also felt happy and safe.

Liam cupped my face with his hands. "Lana, you make me feel that way every day." Using his thumbs, he wiped my tears away.

My next words took us both by surprise. "Make love to me, please?" I didn't mean to say it. The words just fell out as I was swept up in the moment. But it was what I wanted. I wanted to feel love from him, have him hold me again like he had yesterday morning, have him break through my defences, help me tear them down. But more important than what I wanted was what I wanted to give. I wanted to hold him, kiss and caress him, show him how I felt about him.

Liam's face took on a series of changes, moving rapidly from one to another. First, his eyes widened, then he smiled, then his eyes hooded. Finally, he nodded and licked his lips. He leaned down to kiss me, and I closed my eyes. Tenderly, he kissed me, each kiss feathery and light. The ache between my legs was sudden and intense. I kissed him back, matching his mood.

I held Liams head while I got on my toes and kissed his neck. He let out a short groan as I trailed my kisses to his throat. He threw his head back, exposing his whole neck. His hand went to my head, holding me to him. I kissed under his jaw, and his stubble felt sharp on my lips and tongue. I moved down his throat, over his Adam's apple and into the shallow hollow at the base of his neck. Liam ran his fingers through my hair as I went.

I put my hands under his shirt and lifted it, pulling it off with Liam's help. His bare chest made my breath catch, and I reached out to touch him, pausing just short as I had the first night I met him. I smiled at the memory and looked at Liam as I let my fingers sink into his furry chest, his curly hair enveloping them as they did. For a moment, I just let myself feel his warmth through my fingers.

Sliding my arms around his waist, I kissed Liam's shoulder. I felt Liam's hands on my hips, but he let me kiss at his chest as I liked, not hindering me at all, not hurrying me, letting me take my time, allowing me to take control. I travelled across his chest with my hands, mouth and tongue, heat spreading throughout my body as I went. Liam's breath was shallow and rapid as I kissed him. I savoured his smell, texture and taste, hoping to hold onto this moment until I saw him again.

Wanting to feel Liam's skin against my own, I took my shirt and bra off. I embraced Liam as he slid his arms around me, his hands feeling their way up my back. I put a hand to his head and lead his lips to mine. I kissed him slowly, leisurely, enjoying his soft lips while I licked and sucked.

I brought my hips close to Liam's, and we both gasped as we touched.

"Lana," Liam pleaded, rolling his hips into mine, his movements slow and deliberate. "Please, Lana. I need you."

Kissing Liam again, I reached for his pants, undoing his belt. He grabbed for mine, and we undressed each other. Our kisses continued, neither of us wanting to break away. Liam kicked off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his pants. I tried to take mine off, but bloody skinny jeans and Doc's are not easy to kick off.

Liam chuckled when he saw my difficulties. My face warmed. He kissed me as he put his hands under my bottom and lifted me, carrying me the few steps to his bed and sat me on the edge. He got down on his knees and undid my laces, and took my boots and socks off. He pulled my pants and underwear off. To complete the replay of our first night, he held my ankles in his hands before he ran his fingers up my legs, making my skin break out in gooseflesh and my spine shiver.

Smiling at my response, Liam covered his body with mine, and I wrapped my legs around him. Slipping an arm under my waist, he lifted me off the bed and moved me up until my head lay on the pillows. Liam held his weight above me, his powerful arms out outstretched next to my head. He looked so beautiful above me, muscles taut, skin lightly tanned, his face sincere and genuine.

Liam let his body rest on mine, his arms sliding around my shoulders. He let some of his weight onto me, asking, "I'm not too heavy, am I?" I shook my head and nuzzled into his shoulder, sliding my hands under his arms to pull him closer.

Liam made a slight noise of discomfort and rearranged himself before holding me again. I moved my hips and felt myself effortlessly slide against him. A moan escaped my lips as I felt his sex rub against my folds and my point of pleasure. Flares of heat came with each passing, and my mouth sought him, needing his lips, his tongue like I needed air. He kissed me back, and I felt the same need from him, the same desire, the same hunger.

Moving his hips, Liam positioned himself to enter me. He lifted his head and looked at me, his eyes searching for confirmation. I nodded, and he watched my face as he slowly entered me, stretching me, filling me.

It felt like I was whole for the first time in years.

Holding himself still, Liam asked, "are you ok?". Not trusting my voice, I nodded. It didn't help, and the tears came anyway. Liam went to pull out, but I held him with my legs, locking my ankles together.

"Please, don't." My voice was a whisper. Putting a hand to his cheek, I kissed him, my lips firm and my tongue needy. He kissed me back a moment but then stopped and looked at me again.

"But you're crying." He said.

"I'm happy, you idiot," I said softly, smiling at him through my tears.

Liam let out a short laugh. He kissed me again and said, "me too, Lana." He held me tight against him.

We moved with each other, our bodies rocking slowly together. We sometimes kissed, we sometimes just closed our eyes and enjoyed the sensations. Mostly we looked at each other, small smiles on our lips.

"I'm close, Lana," Liam whispered to me.

I smiled at him and nodded. His gentle thrusts became harder now, and I looked into his eyes, watching his expressions change until he called my name, and I felt him release into me.

He let his head fall into the crook of my neck, his deep breaths tickling me. I stroked his hair and caressed his back. We stayed like that, holding each other. It seemed neither of us wanted this moment to end.

I felt Liam's whole weight fall on me as I heard soft snores start in my ear. I chuckled to myself, the poor guy was all tuckered out. I looked over at the bedside clock. I had a bit more time before having to leave, so I stayed holding him until his breaths where long and he had fallen deep into sleep.

I waited until the last possible second before I wriggled out from under Liam and went to have a quick shower. Liam had let me out from under him in his sleep and rolled over. I didn't want to wake him, so I showered upstairs instead of in his ensuite.

I dressed quietly, got my stuff together, went over to Liam, and kissed him on his forehead. He had hummed and tried to grab hold of me in his sleep, but I stepped away, and he relaxed back into sleep.

On the way out, I patted Cole and said goodbye. Cole, being a gentleman, walked me to the garage.

Perrin was happy to see me when I got to Dave's. He dawdled over to me and gave me some licks. It seemed like the kids had worn him out.

The kids weren't tired, though, and begged me to play on the trampoline with them. I rolled my eyes and said to Perrin, "I feel your pain."

Dave, the smart-arse, said to the kids, "I think your Aunty Lana had a big weekend, guys." Smirking, he continued, "she's probably had a lot of exercise."

"You're a dickhead." I said back to him.

The kids giggled their heads off, laughing that "Aunty Lany said a bad word!" I made my eyes go wide and smacked myself on the hand. They laughed and went to play, pulling Perrin along with him.

I said hi to Lucy, who was grinning like a crazy woman but trying hard not to. I laughed at her, blushing furiously. "Stop it," I told her. She just shook her head.

"Come on! Why didn't you tell us? Is he as nice in real life as he seems? Oh God, is he as hot? What's he like?" Lucy gushed.

"Oi," Dave said to her. "Ease up." Lucy just laughed and brushed him off.

"Yeah, he is as nice, really sweet. Funny, exciting and yes, very hot." We giggled.

"Awww," Lucy sighed. "Lana, I'm happy for you. I didn't even know you were dating again."

"Well, yeah, I only started a few months ago. Liam's the only one I had any real interest in."

"How'd you meet him?" Lucy asked. Dave nodded, also wanting to know.

I told them about the Will/Liam thing. They didn't seem to think it was as big a deal as I had thought, but I guess they weren't the ones who went through it. I told them a bit about what happened when we meet, how we had spent the last two weekends together. I left out all the gory details. I also told them about the plan for this week, the premiere, and asking Liam if he wanted to spend Easter Sunday with us.

Lucy squealed and jumped up and down. Dave rolled his eyes at her and agreed it would be good to meet him.

"You know Mum will be there, right?" Dave said.

"Yeah, I know." I scoffed. "Maybe Liam will be the guy to meet her expectations finally."

Dave laughed at that, "Yeah, well, he's got money, so she should be happy about that. He's not a CEO, though, so you still might be in trouble." He was probably right.

My phone rang then, and it was Liam. I must have had a massive smile on my face because Lucy made an "ooooh" noise at me. I hushed her and went outside.

"Hey," I said, my voice was already breathy.

"Hi, Sweetheart," Liam sounded a bit groggy.

"Did you just wake up?"

"Hmm, yes. Sorry. You should have woken me up. I didn't get to say goodbye." He sounded like he was pouting.

"Yeah, I know. But you just looked so sweet laying there, snoring like a chainsaw."

"I do not snore like a chainsaw." He paused, "do I?"

I laughed, "No. You do snore, but it's pretty soft."

He laughed. Then he asked, "are you at your brother's house?"

"Yeah."

"I will let you get back to it then. Call me later tonight?"

"Yeah, I will." I paused, building up the courage to say what I wanted to say, but Liam beat me to it.

"Thank you, Lana."

"For what?"

"For forgiving my bullshit and for pushing you. For letting me get close to you. For letting me be with you. For trying to fit into my world when I know it scares you. For being you. For everything."

For once, I didn't feel like I had to make a joke or change the subject. But I also didn't know what to say. "Thank-you." It was all I had.

"Call me tonight, Sweetheart?" Liam asked again.

I agreed, then hung up.

After dinner, Perrin and I went home. I didn't feel like staying later. The kids were disappointed, but I was tired. I knew it would be a big week, and I wanted to try to get a good night's sleep.

I called Riza on the way home, and we talked a bit about the weekend. She told me a bit about her work and her arsehole boss. I asked her if I could speak to Jen for a minute.

"Sure, but why?"

"Well," I said dramatically. "I'm going to a premiere on Thursday evening, and I need someone to do my hair and make-up."

"Jen, get over here!" Riza yelled, and her voice was so loud through my car speakers that Perrin barked.

"Christ, Riz."

She laughed and said, sorry. Before she handed me to Jen, she said, "Thanks Lana, she will be so happy."

"Why will I be happy?" Jen asked. I told her, and she was quiet a minute. "Really, Lana?"

"Yeah, who else would I get to do it?"

"Can I put it on Instagram? Like a picture of you two all ready?"

I knew she would ask that. She did it for most of her clients. "Yeah, but don't mention anything about it before then. Just after I'm ready, you can put a picture up. I don't know if Liam will want to be mentioned or have a picture, but I'm happy for you to ask him."

"Oh, Lana, thank you! This could boost my business."

"I know, that's why I'm ok with it. I mean, there's going to be photos out there of me anyway, so I hope it will help you get some more work."

Jen and I talked about what I was wearing and how I wanted my hair. I told her I had no idea, so she got all excited and said she knew exactly what to do. Before I hung up, I gave Jen the address and time and told her Liam asked if Riza could come because he wanted to meet her.

"Wow, Lana. You guys are serious, huh?"

"Yeah, Jen, I think we are." We hung up not long after that.

Later that night, I called Liam, and I told him I'd sorted Jen to come over and told Dave he would come for Easter.

He seemed pleased, and we talked a bit about Riza and Jen before I told Liam I was tired and wanted to go to sleep.

I was tired, but I couldn't sleep. My brain wouldn't shut off. I kept thinking about being at school tomorrow and seeing the parents. Then I started thinking about Thursday and what Myra and the others would think of me. What it would be like to do that walk down the red carpet. I know a lot of the press will just want photos of Liam, so I'll have to stand there looking like an idiot while he poses. But worse will be when I have to stand with him. I could just imagine pictures of us, Liam looking dashing and me looking like a deer in headlights.

I started Googling how to pose on the red carpeting even got out of bed and tried a few before feeling like a total dag and getting back into bed. I wanted to back out. I didn't want to do it. I couldn't believe I had said yes to it. But I remembered Liam's face when I said I would go, and I knew that's why I had said yes.

I thought about how sweet Liam had been to me all day, how beautiful he had made me feel, how he had tried to make the whole thing easier, how he had kissed me and held me. How he had whispered my name as we made love.

I felt the heat between my legs grow. I tossed and turned a bit, trying to make it go away. I felt hot, so I took my pyjamas off. I tossed and turned some more. I tried to ignore it but I couldn't.

I went to my draw and got out my rabbit-style vibrator. I touched myself, and I was ready for it. I closed my eyes as I slipped it inside. I thought about Liam as I did. He was thicker than my slim vibrator but just as long. I positioned its ear against my clit and put it to the setting and speed I liked.

I held it there. I thought of Liam's gravelly voice in my ear and could almost feel his breath on my neck. I let my free hand wander over my body, remembering watching as Liam touched me. I thought of how he looked at me sometimes with a small smile, his eyes dancing with amusement as his lip twitched.

As I got closer to the edge, I thought about earlier that day, the way he held me, how gentle and tender he was. I remembered how it felt as I kissed his chest and his hairs tickled my nose. I remembered his smell, earthy and masculine, like the bush after it rained. I fell over the edge when I remembered how he had called my name as he orgasmed, my own rippling through me in waves as his voice rang in my ears.

Not long after that, I finally fell asleep.

Part 18

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pinkpeonyprincessblog · 4 years

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Fight For You

"It's actually quite ordered," Peter counted,eyes not leaving the action. "There's more that they can't do than they can,"

"I still think it's stupid," I grumbled, before jumping and slapping my hands over my eyes as Raul copped a nasty hit to his chest.

The only reason I'd come to see the fight was to support Raul I'd been friends with the Triplets since we were about 5,having immediately hit it off with them on the first day of preschool.We'd been inseperable since, but I'd always had a soft spot for Raul,we just seemed to get each other- and he was always so protective of me.

Everyone could see it, my friends at school, Peter and Shawn, even my parents told me I should do something about it.

"Don't fret, Kara, your boy will be fine," Shawn laughed teasingly looking down at me bring me back to the present. The boys towered over me at 6'2 they were well over a head taller than me.

"How can you say that?He's your brother," I was appalled. They had absolutely no concern for the fact that their brother, their triplet no less was being pummelled like a car at a junk yard.

"Because," Shawn continued. "It might not look like it, but Raul has the upper hand, he's more agile on his feet, can move faster than the baffoon he's facing,"

I couldn't help but laugh at the description. Compared to Raul,the guy he was versing really did look like a monkey.

"You know he does it for you," Peter spoke.

"Does what?" I asked confused.

"Fights, he fights for you, to impress you."

"Don't be stupid," I rolled my eyes, but I was stunned, was he really doing it for me? Why did he feel he needed to impress me?

As I made my way slowly towards the doors, being all but pushed,forced by the sheer numbers of people baring down on me I started to regret not asking one of the boys to accompany me.

This side of town wasn't exactly known as a safe haven and I wasn't even sure where I needed to go.

"What happend, why aren't you with Shawn and Peter?" he asked jogging down the street and dumping his bag in the ground before bending down in front of me.

"I got lost," I sighed. I tried to move my ankle which was now throbbing,wincing as a sharp, white-hot pain shot through my foot.

"I'll kill those dimwits," he growled as he looked at me.

"Don't blame them, it was me. I went to find a toilet and I didn't ask one of them to come with me," I explained,my voice shaky from pain and fear.

"I am hurt," I replied cooly, pointing to my foot.

"More hurt," he amended his eyes going dark,the grim look on his face didn't make it hard to guess what he was thinking and I shuddered.

"I'm going to take the shoe off," he told me, working quicky but carefully to release my foot from the confines of the heel I'd been wearing.

I couldn't help the hiss that left my lips as it finally feel free.

"Sorry," he apologised softly, much calmer than before. "It's already swelling," he commented as he took the foot in his hand and carefully manipulated it.

"I don't think you've torn anything, but I'll wrap it to make sure," he nodded to himself, unzipping the bag he'd discarded beside me and pulling what looked like strapping tape out.

"Honey you learn this stuff when you fight, you have to fiend for yourself," he responded,"There all done," he added as he admired his work.

"Give me your hand," he spoke.

"What?"

"Your hands, they're bleeding."

"Thank you," I took his hand that he was holding out and let him pull me up, leaning into him instinctively.

It wasn't like I was going to say no, I appreciated the sweet gesture.

"Don't sweat it. You're my girl," he answered, kissing me again, but this time on the lips momentarily stunning me.

"And you're my boy," I giggled,beaming.

"So how about we make this official?" he suggested, that cheeky grin that I loved so much present again.

"I thought you'd never ask," I responded, reaching up to kiss in again.

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artisticestheticreads · 5 years

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Summertime Magic VIII

A/N: Sorry, it’s late but I have had no sleep because insomnia is a bxtch and my sanity is being tested. But I hope y’all enjoy.

WARNING: Angst, blood and teary moments

SONG RECOMMENDATION: TOO DEEP TO TURN BACK by Daniel Caesar

N’Jadaka was home, fresh out of the shower when he looked through his neatly organized closet. He decided to slip on a navy blue thin tee with jeans and matching converse. He put his father’s chain on and his gold Rolex with diamond studs in to complete the look. He took a look in the mirror by his front door before he left. “Fuck, can’t wait to get my shit blessed. Lookin’ like a pretty ass bummy nigga.” On his way to Y/N’s place, he got a call and grinned as he answered through the BlueTooth system in his car. “What up, cuz?”

On the other side, Shuri was in her lab as everyone slept. She sported her white lab coat with protective goggles and shoes as well. “Hello, prince. I am calling to see if you are ready for the youth center.” N’Jadaka steered the wheel with his left hand. “Yeah, but why the hell you up so late?” She held up a test tube with a glowing liquid that subtly changed colors. “You should know by now that rarely sleep. Just like you, dear cousin. Besides, I am working on a new cure for ones who do not have the bones of their former selves. This will be perfect for the elderly or just a child with a sprained ankle. I used one of the healing herbs from Zuri’s garden with a touch of vibranium.”

“That couldn’t wait until the morning. You need all the sleep you can get, Shuri.”

“I can sleep when I am dead, N’Jadaka. But I will be down to look at the youth center. T’Challa and Okoye will be in New York, planning for the center out there.” N’Jadaka nodded stopping at the red light when he turned to the right to see his baby’s future shop. “When you gonna be here?”

“I will be there in 72 hours so I want my room set for me. Clean sheets and all.”

“Don’t push it, cuz”, he said with a straight face pulling up to the liquor store. “Aye, cuz. Ima call ya back. Love you, sis.” She smiled and said, “love you too.” He stepped in the store and grabbed a hand cart; walking over to the chip section to grab a few things that were Y/N’s favorite. He strolled over to the cooler when he felt like he was being watched. He rose his brow paying no mind when he felt a target on his back. He put the drinks in the cart and looked through the glass door to see a figure mirrored against it. When he was about to get over to the icee section, a man stood beside him, just a few inches shorter than the prince. “What up, my nigga? You a little too close”, N’Jadaka said with a brow rose.

The man wore a floral jersey with jean shorts that stopped passed his knees. His skin was light skin and fairly toned with red beaming through. “You the nigga with homegirl down the street?” N’Jadaka turned faced to him with the cart beside on the counter, arms folded in front of his crotch. “Why da fuck you wanna know?”

“ ’Cause you with my homie’s girl? Dat’s why, nigga?” N’Jadaka looked him up, down, and chuckled which the man didn’t like. “The fuck you laughing at?” N’Jadaka looked at him in the eye inching closer to him. “Nigga, have you looked at ya self in the mirror, hm? You look like a Chris Brown background dancer reject. You look like the type of nigga that lipsyncs Trey Songz and lick ya ashy ass lips every two seconds on Instagram live and shit. Nigga, just moonwalk ya ass to where you ever you claim to be from and tell ya nigga that if he did his muthafucking job, like a real ass nigga like me, his ass would have never been demoted and I wouldn’t have got promoted.” He placed the icee in a drink tray when the guy still stood there. Without looking at him, he asked: “you still here, little nigga?” The man walked away and N’Jadaka paid for his stuff and left when he noticed a man selling flowers on the corner.

He pulled up to the house getting his stuff and knocked on the door with the stuff behind his back. Y/N opened the door with a smile and her hair under a hair wrap. She wore a black short bodysuit and damn, did she look good. He leaned down to kiss her forehead and then her lips softly. “Mmm mmm, lips are magically delicious”, he told her; that made her giggle with a small snort. “Come in, silly.” When they walked in, N’Jadaka saw CJ in the chair with a cape around his neck for his cut. “Aye, what up bruh,” Daka said and CJ gave him a nod. “Good. Good.”

“Oh, Daka. What is behind ya back”, Y/N asked as she stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. “Choose a hand”, he said with his brow rose and she smiled, pointing to the left. He pulled it from behind his back and revealed her favorite snacks and icee. Y/N shimmed and did her happy dance getting the stuff. “Too bad you ain’t pick the right”, he told her as he pulled out the right from his back, watching her eyes get big with a pout. He held out the beautiful bouquet of rainbow daises that were wrapped in yellow tissue paper. “You can have them but you gotta do something for me.”

“And what is that?”

“You gotta do that thing I love so much.” She rolled her eyes and smiled a little scrunching her nose for him. He chuckled as he handed her the flowers and she kissed his lips. “Thank youuuu, Daka.” She put them in a vase and placed them on her coffee table. He kicked his shoes off by the door and sat on the couch waiting. Soon, CJ was gone and N’Jadaka took his place at the sink for his hair to be washed. “Don't’ be falling asleep like last time.” After she washed his hair, she began twisting and finally got to the shape up. As she stood in front of him, he rubbed the back up her plush thighs and looked up to her. She kissed his forehead and smiled against his skin.

Once she was done, she cleaned up with his help and they sat on the couch, feeling comfortable as they ate snacks up until someone opened the door. Kesha wore a hoodie with a pair of shorts and sandals. “Hey, girl”, she said as she saw the couple on the couch. “N’Daka.” He rolled his eyes still looking up at the screen. “Koolio.” Kesha walked over the other side of the couch and sat in the styling chair. “Shay, your appointment isn’t for another hour.”

“I know but we can get a head start.” N’Jadaka held her down closer to him and she giggled before finally getting out of his arms. Y/N flopped the cape out and was about to wrap it around her neck when Shay stopped her. “Is it clean?” Y/N gave her look that N’Jadaka also gave her at the same time. Y/N wrapped the cape around and began to blow dry her hair better before flat ironing it. They sat in silence as the TV played in the background. Y/N looked over at N’Jadaka who watched her. “Yes, Mista Man. Can I help you?”

“Why you so damn pretty, huh? Old thick, cocoa butter self.” He leaned back and continued. “Ya got a man? I know yo cute ass do.” She looked at him with a smile and said “I mean I do but don’t you got a girl? You all handsome over there so I know you got one somewhere.” He stood, making his way to the kitchen and leaned into her ear. “I don’t have a girl. I got a princess.” He kissed the crook of her neck before getting to the fridge. Kesha sat there being irritated and aggravated at the cuteness. “Don’t burn me, Y/N.”

“When have I ever burned you, Kesha”; silence. “Exactly”. N’Jadaka pulled out the popcorn of the microwave and sat at the counter, watching Kesha being more bitter than ever. “Baby, guess what?”

“What, love?” He kissed her cheek and sat on the couch, eating. “Shuri gonna be in town in a couple of days.” Y/N looked over at him and asked: “so I finally get to meet Shuri in person?” He nodded. “Yeah. She coming out to look at the center we got up. Someplace in downtown and whatnot.” Y/N nodded and added “bet.” Kesha looked between them with something to say but kept it quiet. After her hair was done in a slick ponytail and side part. She handed the money to Y/N and watched her as she walked into her room.

When Y/N turned, she saw Kesha staring at her. “Y/N, we need to talk.” Y/N locked her safe and sat on the bed. “What’s up?” Shay beside her and said, “he changin’ you.” Baby Girl side eyed her and said: “the fuck are you talking about?”

“You changed. You don’t even call me anymore.”

“Seriously? I’ve been working.”

“And being with him 24/7″.

“Well, excuse me for spending too much time with my man, Kesha.”

“Well, you being a clingy ass bug-a-boo. A nigga shows you attention and you hop on him quick as fuck.” Y/N rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Look, I don’t know what is up with you but this is not the bitch I know and love.”

“If you love me Shay, then ya ass will be happy I’m with a man like him.”

“Psh. He just like any otha nigga from the hood.” Y/N stood and folded her arms, eyebrow raised up. “No, he ain’t. He a real man. He helps me a lot. Have you noticed that or have you been selfish?” Kesha stood and asked “excuse me? But I am only looking out for you.” Y/N asked “how, Sway? How?”

“I mean..” She stopped to think of what to say next. “Ima just come out and say it. He using you but you too stupid to see it.”

“Did you forget that I can snatch that fucking ponytail out ya raggedy-ass head?” Shay rolled her eyes and said “girl, bye. Do you see how that nigga looks? I mean....why you think he with you, sis? He can be fucking otha bitches half ya size.” That cut Y/N to her core. Her expression had dropped along with her hands. She was in such a deep thought, trying to fight tears. She always on the heavy side but when she got older, her body matured before everyone. She had to keep herself covered with big clothes to keep the boys’ wandering eyes away from her frame. Girls called her fat, chunky, disgusting and all. Kesha was there to make her feel better but Y/N slowly realized that Kesha had become one of the girls she hated. She walked up as she told her “you are just jealous.”

“Jealous of what, exactly? Look at me.”

“Ya jealous because Y/N got a real man who loves the way she is while you fucking otha bitches’ niggas”, they heard from the door. N’Jadaka stood there, arms folded and made his way over. He wrapped his arms around Y/N and told Kesha “you just another bitter ass skinny ass female who hatin’ on her homegirl because she got someone who cares. Y/N is a full ass package while you just the little envelope that muthafuckas toss away on the ground and step all over. Ya just another trash ass person with nothing to offer anymore.” Y/N stood still rubbing his arms and looking down. He held her chin up with a single finger and asked his lady, “you want her to leave, baby girl?” She nodded to stop her crying from coming through. He looked at Kesha then to the door and back at her. “Go. Now.”

“Whatever. nigga.” Before she left, she said “watch. He gonna break ya heart like everyone and ya know it.” Y/N looked to her and said: “add ya self to the list.” Y/N held her hand out and said: “I want my key back.” Kesha tried to not show how shook she was but it didn’t work as she struggled to take it. When she finally did, she threw it on the bed and stormed out the home. N’Jadaka had let her go to lock up and came back to see her sitting on the bed beside the key. “Baby Girl, you okay?” She looked up to him then down. He stood quietly watching her as she sat there, head to the ground until he held his hands out. She looked to him as he smirked and said “get up. I got you, baby. Always will.” She took his hands and he held her to his chest before they walked to the bathroom.

“Alright, little one. Look in the mirror, shoulders back and chin up.” She did as she was told he said “very good. Now, repeat after me, aight?” She nodded and he began. “I am beautiful.”

“I am beautiful.”

“Good. I am powerful.”

“I am powerful.”

“I am strong.”

He looked to her in the mirror and kissed her head. “Say I am loved.” She looked up to him to see his smirk and she copied. “I am loved.” He smiled and added, “and I matter.” When she repeated and he kissed her temple, they stood for a while warm embrace. The next day, Y/N and Daka stood in front of her store and said “I can’t believe I did it. This will all be mine next week.” N’Jadaka pulled her closer and rubbed her shoulder. “I’m proud of you, baby girl. In these couple of months, you did so much.” He kissed the top of her head as she wrapped her arms around his waist. “I can’t wait to get everything ready. Black tables, gold, and black furniture, cream and gray walls and a cute reception desk on the right side of the corner. Clean stations and everyone lined up.” N’Jadaka chuckled and said, “wanna hit the supply store again?”

“Yeah. I can see if the cha-”, she was cut off by her phone vibrating; she smiled when she saw it was her mother calling. “Hey, ma-”. Her smile suddenly dropped into a frown. N’Jadaka looked at her as she hung up; she was just frozen. “Daka, take me to Cedars.” They hurried to the hospital and when the doors open, she ran into her brother’s arms. “Where is pa?” He led them down to a room where her dad was sitting up watching TV, in a hospital bed. “There goes my baby girl.” She ran to him and held him. “Awe, baby. I’m okay.” She looked at his legs and asked what happened; he just chuckled. “Baby girl, I was working and I guess someone forgot to put up the wet floor sign and I fell.”

“Both knees are swollen and completely out of place”, her mom said to his other side. “How do you feel”, Y/N asked and he looked to her. “I’ll be fine.” Her mom added, “they wanna start the surgery right away but we don’t have enough.” Y/N looked to her wallet and nodded. “Let me go talk them.” N’Jadaka followed as they went to the desk. “I’m sorry, Miss Y/L/N but we have no choice but do the procedure now.”

“My folks cant afford it. What happens if he doesn’t get it right away?”

“Then he’ll be in more pain than before.” Y/N rolled her eyes away from the woman and thought about something. “How much do they need?” N’Jadaka looked at her as the woman said “5,000 more.” Y/N took a deep breath and nodded. It was either her shop or her father’s health. She pulled out her checkbook and wrote a check, handing it to the woman. She nodded as she left the couple alone. N’Jadaka watched as she sat down and made his way over. “Baby Girl-”.

“I guess the shop is gonna be on hold. I’ll have to cancel my appointment with the guy tomorrow. I can’t watch my dad in pain no more. I can’t.” She had tears fall down her cheeks and he sat beside her, cradling her. “Baby, I can help.” She looked up to him and shook her head. “It’s okay, Daka. Thanks. It can wait. I promise.” A few minutes later, she went to tell her parents as N’Jadaka. He thought it was great that she helped her father but then she had to go back to square one. “Hey, baby girl. I’m going to the cafeteria. Do any of yall want anything?” They declined but he offered to get them something to drink. When he got to the cafeteria, he got an incoming call.

“Hey, princess.” Shuri can sense the tone of his voice and was worried. “Everything okay, cousin?” N’Jadaka took a deep breath and said “I’ll be aight. Y/N’s pop is having his surgery and she used half her money to pay.” That’s when he got the idea. “Hey, cuz. When does your flight land again?” Later on in the day, Okoye met him in front of the hospital. She wore regular civilian clothes. He did the salute and said “you good?” She placed her hand on his shoulder and said “yes, I am. When does it start?”

“In a couple of hours. Y/N and her mom is still here but the brother went home. Did she give it to you?” She dug in her jacket pocket and handed him a tablet. “Cut it in half and put it in each of their glasses. Shuri said that they will be out all night until we are done. Shuri is bringing everything we need for tonight.” He nodded held the baggy. “What would I do without you, Ye?”

“What are best friends for, Prince? Good luck. I will be back in a few with Shuri and Ayo.” He went back and saw them standing beside him, backs turned to the door. He pulled out his swiss army knife to cut the thick pill, dripped each piece into their drinks and watched as the suds dissolved. He walked up to them, unsuspicious and said: “how you feeling, sir?”

“I will be alright because of my firstborn. Thank you, baby girl. I promise we will pay you back. She shook her head and held his hand. “It’s the least I can do, pa. Don’t worry. Just get better.” She kissed his cheek as N’Jadaka watched. Later that night, everyone was sleeping when N’Jadaka waited outside. Shuri, Okoye, and Ayo arrived in a rent a jeep and parked. They hopped out, Shuri had a backpack and walked over to him. “So, I guess they already did it, right?”

“Yeah, but they put a metal plate in his knees.”

“Ugh, amateurs. Metal is so hard to move with and the healing process will way too long. Let’s go.” They walked past the woman at the desk who was occupied and made it to the room. “Ayo and Okoye, stand out here and watch for anyone.” They followed orders and Shuri went over to the women. “Wow, they are really knocked out.” She knelt down to look at Y/N and lifted her arm. “Yeah, she is knocked out cold. She is really beautiful in person.”

“I know that, little one. Now, get ya ass over here”. She placed her bag on the hook beside the bed and dug info her kit, handing him a syringe. “Ok, this is the liquid form of the pill. Put it in his vein on his arm and he will be knocked out completely.” She whispered to Y/N’s dad as N’Jadaka finished. “You won’t be in pain anymore, sir. Thank me later.” She nodded as she sanitized her hands and put some gloves on, followed by a mask. She did a small incision on his right knee and pulled the plate out; she pulled out another syringe with the formula she made when they talked on the phone and inserted the liquid in his joints. “Okay, let’s see. What we can do?”

The next morning, the sun shined against their skin as Y/N stretched and yawned. “Wow, I was knocked out”, she said but when she looked to the bed, she got worried. She shook her mom’s shoulder to wake her. “Ma, where is pa?” All of a sudden, they heard the toilet flush. Y/N stood when she noticed her dad walked out, completely fine. Better than that actually. Her eyes felt misty as she watched. “Pa, how-why are you outta bed?”

“I had to piss.” He walked over to the bed to sit, not struggling. Her mom walked over to his side and asked: “Tommy, how do you feel?” He kissed her hand and said “I’m good, baby. I feel like I can play football again.” She had a few tears falling and her dad wiped them off. Y/N kissed her dad’s cheek as he thanked her and felt her phone vibrate. “Hey, babe. Left earlier today to shower and get Shuri. Don’t worry. I’m giving the dude the rundown for your shop. You will get a better one, one day.”

On the other died of town, N’Jadaka stood outside of his car and wore a pair of burgundy, pinstripe trousers with a white button-down, gold plate necklace, watch his gold-rimmed glasses paired with velvet black loafers. An Asian man parked beside him and stepped out in a full navy suit. “Steven Lu?” The man nodded and they shook hands. They walked into the store, looking around as N’Jadaka explained the details to him.

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hanniiesuckle17 · 6 years

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Bend Over Backwards

A/n: not requested but I recently was watching old cirque videos and thought of a cute idea so here ya go my lovelies.

Member: Seo Changbin ft. StrayKids

WARNINGS: Partial nudity, swearing, uwuing Binnie

Summary: You started dating Changbin six months ago and he recently started staying over at your place. You haven't been exactly open about your job with him as it can be a little intimidating. All he knows is that you are a performer as well and are always home later than him........which says a whole fucking lot and that you come home with glitter in your hair sometimes. What happens when he starts to ask questions?

GENRE: Acrobat! au Reader, Cirque de Soleil!reader

I could tell I made Changbin nervous. But nervous in a good way. (OMG SHE IS SO PRECIOUS AND HOT AND UWU LITERALLY ALL THE FREAKING TIME MATROSHYKA WHAT?)

But, lately he was anxious for another reason. It was the eighth night in a row you saw his shoes by your front door. At this point he was probably only dating me because my apartment was closer to the studio than the dorms. My watch read 3 AM. All the lights were off so I knew he was in bed already. I knew he would abuse it if I gave him a key. (Though I didn't think it would be this way.)

I took off my shoes and changed into one of Bin's big fluffy shirts. I climbed into bed with him and started to fall asleep until he instinctively pulled me into his chest. "Five." He mumbled. I hummed back in question.

"This is the fifth time you've come home late and with glitter in your hair and on your face." He stroked a piece off my cheek sleepily and held it up for me. "Is there something I need to know, Y/n?"

When I stayed quiet he sat up in bed and turned on the light on the bedside table. "I'm not dating a stripper right....I mean not that I would mind- I mean I would mind-but that's not the point." I sat up tiredly holding his face in my hands. "No. I'm not a stripper." Laying back down, I tried to go back to sleep.

"So, what do you do?" I gave Changbin a look and he just shrugged his shoulders cutely. "Bin we talked about this! I'm a performer that's all you need to know." He didn't look satisfied.

"What I WANT to know more? Why don't you want to tell me?" Frustrated, I sat up looking tiredly into his eyes. "It's intimidating, okay! The work hours are long and rigorous and my shows are a little intimidating to someone seeing it the first time."

He started playing with my fingers, which he knew calmed me down a little, before looking back up at me.

"Yeah, but what do you do?"

"You are impossible."

"Thanks."

"Not a compliment, Bin."

"Y/n! Just tell me what you do already!"

"Fine! You can come to my show this weekend. I have a couple extra tickets. Now can we please go to sleep?" I pleaded pulling on his sleeve. With a big smile he nodded pulled me back down into his chest. There was a moment of silence as he stroked my hair lulling me back to sleep.

"You being a stripper would make sex make so much more sense." There was silence after I slapped his shoulder, quite hard I might add.

I didn't hear a word about my job from Changbin for the rest of the week. Which was surprising. He didn't even say anything when I climbed into bed at 4 AM. He just kissed my forehead and went back to sleep.

Saturday had finally rolled around and Changbin and the rest of the boys had taken the day off. He insisted I get more tickets for them the day before. What he didn't realize is that we technically sold out tickets three weeks ago. I managed to scramble together seven other tickets and gave them to him before I left that morning.

Placing a soft kiss on my lips he ushered me out the door. "Go! Go! I want you to do you best today!" Changbin said essentially shoving me down the hall to the elevator. Laughing, I waved goodbye to him and then headed off to the stadium my show was performing in. Cast members greeted me with smiles and kisses on the cheek and I dropped my stuff on backstage before going out and stretching thoroughly.

Lifts and rigging were being hauled up into the ceiling for safety check and in a couple hours our large cast would go into costume and makeup.

House lights had been down for at least an hour and the show was about half way done. I stood backstage in the wings prepping for my act which came on shortly. I stood in my flesh colored bodysuit which sparkled at certain angles in the light. The harsh lines of the makeup accentuated my facial structure in the show's desired aesthetic. I climbed the stairs quietly up to the cat walk where my friend held my silks for me. Briefly stretching my head, ankles, and neck before he helped me into the starting position wrapped in the bright red fabrics.

He counted me down before moving the silks away from the catwalk so that I was hanging above the stage itself almost completely upside down. This was my favorite part. No one in the audience could see me yet, but I could see everything from up here. I loved the feeling of my muscles working to hold my body up with the help of the soft fabric.

Soon my cue came on and I was slowly lowered on stage. I was ready to perform.

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The feeling of only my body being in control was thrilling and the fact that millions of eye were watching only added to the rush. This was what I lived for. To perform. Slowly my feet lowered to the ground and my heartbeat began to climb down from its high. The applause was deafening as I left the stage.

Once in the wings, I was handed water and rushed to change into my next costume for the aerial bar act. The shoe proceeded as normal and soon it was finished. The cast came out and did curtain call and then I could go and remove all of the harsh makeup. Looking down at my phone I saw multiple notifications. One from Dispatch news with a picture of the boys walking into the show. The others were texts from the boys who were completely shocked. It brought a smile to my face and I quickly removed the rest of the stage makeup.

Waving goodbye to my friends as they left I raced back out onstage. I searched for the boys who said they would wait for me and so that they wouldn't get more pictures. The stadium was empty though as I stood center stage. The feeling was weird since I was always up in the air.

Suddenly, I heard applause coming from the aisles. I squinted to see the familiar form of my boyfriend walking towards me. Laughing, I climbed off the stage and ran to him. His embrace felt better than any rush from the stage ever could. Changbin spun me around telling me how proud he was.

"You aren't intimidated?" He shook his head with a laugh, pulling away from me. "What? No! This is so cool!" He swung out hands back and forth a huge smile on his cute face. "Your everyday office is fifty feet in the air! That's so cool!" "Sixty actually but whose counting." He wrapped me in another hug planting kisses all around my face.

"So.....you want to try it?" I said motioning my head to the stage. Before crew left they had set up for the first act which was multi trapeze. "Is it safe? I thought everybody left?" I nodded pulling him to the stage. "It's safe as long as you're with me, babe."

He looked up warily at the high bars. "First, while you look very handsome in your blazer, that has to come off. Loose fabric could get caught in the rigging." I started playfully unbuttoning his shirt. "Y/n, if you wanted me to strip just ask." He retorted with a smirk.

"Come on then. Hurry up." I called over my shoulder as I climbed the ladder up to the highest platform. Soon, I heard him coming up behind me. I turned to see him clutching the small railing we had on the pole. "You afraid of heights, Bin?" I stroked his cheek which calmed him down a little bit. "Not usually." He looked down and his eyes went wide.

"Isn't there supposed to be a net!" I laughed seeing him panic. "This is Cirque. We live without nets to catch us." I jumped off the platform grabbing a farther out bar at the last moment before swinging to the other platform and landing gracefully. "Y/N I'M GOING TO DIE!"

Changbin now clung to the pole like a koala bear. "It's fine! You see down there? Those are trampolines embedded in the floor! It's how we do most of our stunts! If you fall they'll catch you!"

Pointing the the lighter black strips on the floor that were strategically placed on the stage. "MY GIRLFRIEND IS TRYING TO KILL ME!" Bursting out laughing I tried to catch my breath. I swung back out and positioned myself so I was hanging from the bar by my legs.

"Just grip the bar and don't let go. Push off from the platform!" Motioning with my hands, I tried to slowly usher Bin to the trapeze. Hesistantly he gripped the bar until his knuckles went white. "One." I counted. "Two." He said with an inhale. "Three!"

Screaming he pushed off from the platform and swung through the air. "Look at you! You're doing it.....sort of!" His legs were flailing in the air like a cartoon character. "You wanna try something else?" Hesistantly he nodded. Moving my torso I made it so out swings matched up. "On the count of three I want you to let go okay!"

"Y/N YOU ARE THE MOST INSANE BITCH EVER!" I laughed and kept the motion going. "You love me though."

"Yes."

"You trust me?"

"NOT AT THE MOMENT!"

"Trust me, Binnie. I won't let you fall."

He nodded and took a deep breath. On the count of three he let go and shut his eyes screaming in the process. He stopped when he felt my hands latch onto his wrists holding him up. He looked up at me and smiled. I talked him through how to reach the bar and I pushed myself up to balance on the small thing. Changbin sat on the trapeze gripping the rope for dear life while I stood next to him.

Moving to sit one leg on either side of the trapeze I looked over at him. "Thank you for coming." The motion of the bar blew his hair out of his face slightly. He seemed less scared and had a smile on his face now. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world." He gave me the largest smile I had ever seen. True happiness and love could be seen in his eyes. My hand came to his cheek and brought him into a kiss.

To be honest, kissing Changbin had always been my favorite thing. But, I would always remember this one, when he shared something I loved with me. I couldn't have been happier. We both smiled into the kiss and it felt even more that we were the only ones in the entire space.

He pulled away with a smile and the looked around the stadium. "I love you." He turned his head at my voice. We had said it jokingly before, but something about this time made it different. "I love you. More than anything in this world. More than anyone had ever loved before." He always had a way with words, but Changbin never failed to make me feel this way. We sat together for a moment, enjoying the sway of the bar and each others company.

"So.....how do we get down?" "We jump."

"Y/N!!! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?"

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porkchop-ao3 · 5 years

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... Happily Ever After

I gave a nice neat ending to Tailor and Hairstylist, it’s only fair I do the same for Ice Cream Rick and reader :) (dw I have another fic with these two planned shh) I hope this gives you the warm and fuzzies. It is SFW but involves intoxication.

Enjoy!

Our relationship had always been one prone to moving quickly. After meeting I.C at RickCon, he and I fell hard for each other in only a matter of weeks, I had been completely smitten within a month of knowing him and by the way he treated me I could only assume he felt the same way. We never really slowed down, our love for each other gaining momentum until neither one of us could imagine being without the other, and spending nights apart was becoming damn near painful. I wanted to spend as much time as possible with him, I wanted to live with him. So when I heard that he had been looking at houses without telling me, I felt odd. Not knowing whether it was safe to get my hopes up, I confronted him.

“Are you moving out?” I asked him outright. A weird mix of confusion, hopefulness, but not wanting to get ahead of myself, filling me completely; I'd been unable to think about much else since I had heard.

I.C’s head snapped towards me from his mixing bowl. We were downstairs in his ice cream lab and he was mixing up a new flavour, putting together drops of syrups, ground up, dried ingredients fresh from the mortar and pestle, stirring them into a pink paste in his bowl. He stopped moving when I'd asked him, though, hands pausing mid stir.

“I spoke to Beth earlier on, when you were down here. She mentioned you'd been looking at houses, she only said it as a throw away thing… it looked like she didn't mean to. She went all red when I asked what she was on about.”

“She did? Huh,” I.C was frowning, looking extremely confused. His expression so extreme that I questioned it's sincerity. “I don't know why she'd say that.”

“You weren't looking at houses? She said you were looking online.”

“Uhhhh,” he scratched his head, puffed some air through his lips and looked up at the ceiling. “I don't…” he trailed off, shaking his head. He looked stumped.

“Rick?” I cocked my brow at him.

“Yeah?” He glanced at me hopefully.

“You're being weird,” I smiled a little strangely at him.

“Am I ever not weird?” He chuckled.

I leaned against the counter and tilted my head expectantly. He scrubbed a hand over his face, sighing loudly and finishing it off with a little groan.

“I didn't want to say anything just yet,” he begrudgingly admitted. “I really didn't want to say anything until I had it all figured out.”

“Well you have to say something now!” I exclaimed, chuckling.

“I've been looking into this for a little while, just feeling things out, you know? Nothing serious. I just wanted to…” he trailed off again and looked at me. I waited quite a while before he spoke again. “I was thinking that we should– or we could start looking for, uh, for somewhere we could live together.”

“Huh?” My response was so stupid sounding I wanted to punch myself. It wasn't as if I wasn't expecting it.

“We don't have to. It's just, it's been getting so hard not having our own space. W-w-we're always worrying about someone coming home or knocking on the door or whatever. It'd be so good to just be alone and have our privacy, don't you think?”

“Oh god, yeah it would be. I know what you're saying.”

“So is that a yes?” He beamed hopefully, only a hint of nervousness behind his smile. He knew just as well as I did that we were headed this way, it was an obvious unspoken fact that we both wanted this.

“Of course!” I matched his smile and he turned to me, going in for a hug. I stopped him with my words, and his hands settled on my waist instead. “But I have some questions,” I pursed my lips, frowning in thought.

“Hold onto them,” he held a finger up to me before whipping off his apron and putting his bowl away in a fridge under his desk. “I had a plan, I w-was gonna take you somewhere I think you'll love, and make it all romantic before I asked you. We could still go, talk things out there?”

“Oh! Really? You were gonna be all romantic?” I smiled, my heart warming as much as my cheeks.

“You know me, Casanova o-over here,” he smirked, pulling his portal gun out of his pocket. “Uhh, you have any hiking boots?”

“Hiking boots? Sure, at home,” I gave him an odd look, intrigued.

“We'll stop there along the way,” he grinned, shooting a portal at the wall.

When we stepped through the portal after stopping to change my shoes, Rick insisted that he cover up my eyes. He'd handed me a bag full of snacks, and I gripped onto it like a safety harness as I stepped into the unknown. I trusted him with my life, but it was still rather nerve-wracking, especially when my foot met uneven, ragged feeling ground. I was standing on sharp outcrops, I could feel that much through the thick soles of my boots and was grateful for Rick's suggestion to change my shoes.

“You okay sweetheart?” He asked me, standing close with his warm palms cupping over my eyes ever so gently.

“This place isn't scary, is it?”

“I hope not. I don't think you'll find it scary. Are you ready?”

“I am.”

“Alright, 3, 2, 1…” he lifted his hands from my eyes and I blinked a couple of times. My eyes quickly adjusted, and I gasped.

Rick had taken me to what could only be described as a giant crystal. The entire ground as far as the eye could see was covered in glistening points of lavender coloured rock, all of varying sizes. Some points were taller than us, cropping straight up to the sky, some with smaller points growing out from the base, sparkling beautifully. The ground below our feet was covered in tiny crystals, some coming loose, scattered around like pebbles on a driveway. I felt the urge to pick one up as a keepsake, but I resisted.

“What do you think?” Rick stepped around to stand beside me, studying my face.

“I've never seen anything like it. This is incredible! What is it, amethyst?”

“Yep. At least, something close to it. This whole planet is like it, it's essentially a giant inside out geode,” he grinned, letting his eyes roam the scenery.

“How did you find this place? It's absolutely beautiful!” I was flabbergasted, my eyes drying out because I had to remind myself to blink.

“I had some help. I went to a dimension of magpie people,” he started, taking a soft breath.

“They helped you? They really do like shiny things,” I chuckled.

“Not exactly, I went there with the intention of asking for their help, but… turns out it's highly offensive to ask a magpie person about shiny things,”

“Are you pulling my leg?” I finally pulled my eyes away from the scenery to look at him.

“I wish I was! It's a terrible stereotype, they're seriously sensitive about it, apparently,” he shrugged.

“Huh,” I cocked a brow in surprise.

“So instead I asked an old friend of mine, Rick J19-Zeta-7. He knows a lot about geology, he told me about this place,” he held his hand out to me, and I took it in mine. “Careful where you put your feet, baby, I don't want you rolling an ankle.”

Rick led me on a trail through the large crystal points around us. It was like a trail through a forest, and I wondered how many beings had been there before, walking that very path. The crystals under foot were shinier than the rest, as if they'd been polished by the feet of visitors.

After a while we broke off the trail, stepping between two large clusters; tall points with smaller terminations covering the sides of it. I ran my hand over one as we passed, feeling the sharp edges against my skin, not sharp enough to cut but definitely pointy. We found ourselves in a little clearing with some thicker, shorter points, coming out of the ground at such an angle that there were plenty of flat edges for us to sit on. We sat side by side on our makeshift thrones and took a few minutes of quiet there, appreciating the scenery. In my mind, if the place had any sounds to hear it'd be windchimes, but in reality it was almost silent. Save for a quiet whistling as gentle wind blew through the gems.

“Can we live here?” I broke the quiet, hearing him chuckle in response.

“Accidental house viewing?” He laughed.

“It's so peaceful. What sort of healing properties is amethyst supposed to have?”

“You're asking me? I'm a man of science, my dear,” he nudged my side.

“I know you are, but it's interesting to think about, isn't it?”

“It is. Whatever you believe in, there's no doubt this place is relaxing,” he took a deep, gentle breath and leaned back against another outcrop of rock. “Now, you said you had questions? I'm all ears, baby.”

I nodded slowly, studying an edge of rock that had some traces of orange within it as I thought.

“First of all, where would we live? As in, dimensions. I forget this all the time, but… we're from different dimensions, after all,” I pointed out, and Rick hummed in acknowledgement.

“Your dimension. We'd live in yours, in London. Unless you'd prefer somewhere else?”

“But what about you? You can't just leave your family behind,” I looked up at him, my brow arching. He let out a breath and sat up, leaning close to me.

“Angel, don't forget, I have a portal gun. I can go and visit them instantly whenever I want, it'd be no different to living down the street; you don't have that luxury. And I'm not leaving them behind, my family is… is their own family. Honestly, I feel like I'm kind of intruding sometimes, living in their house,” he admitted with a gentle shrug of his shoulders.

“I don't think they see it that way.”

“You know I've already talked to Beth about this. She's happy that I've found you and frankly, I think she's already planned what she's doing with my bedroom when I'm gone,” he snorted, flashing me a little grin.

“You're really okay with that? What about Morty?”

“Morty helps me out a lot, and it's useful having him around all the time. But, he's growing up. One day he'll probably go to college, or get a job, I can't expect him to drop everything to help me forever,” he admitted, scratching his goatee. “But, I have thought about him. I'm gonna make him a special portal gun, one that's just for travelling between our dimensions. That way he can visit whenever he likes.”

“Hmm,” the sound I made wasn't intended to be disapproving, but my face must've told him my inner worries far too accurately because he laughed.

“Don't worry. It won't let him just portal into the house. He'll have to knock on the front door, so we won't get any surprises.”

“Oh, okay,” I smiled, relieved.

“See? I've got it all figured out,” he tapped on the side of his head and nodded.

“Of course you do,” I smirked. “But don't forget Tailor. What happens if two Ricks are living in the same dimension? Isn't there like… like a special law against that?”

Rick burst out into belly laughs, so suddenly he startled me.

“I'm sorry baby, I'm not laughing at you. If- if you knew as many Ricks as–” he cut himself off with more laughter and I sighed, shoving him a little.

“Spit it out!”

“Surely you know Tailor better than I do, and he… he's- you know he hooks up with other Ricks, right?”

“Yeah, he's been pretending he's not in a relationship with that Stylist from RickCon for months.”

“Well, he's far from the only one. I know at least five Ricks who're living with themselves, and that's not even the ones I know from the Citadel,” he explained. “Trust me, there's no laws. We'll be fine.”

“Point taken,” I shrugged. “I didn't realise it was so common.”

“Oh, it's common,” he smirked. I eyed him for a long time, burning questions threatening to spill.

“What about you?” I asked, unable to hold back.

“What about me?” He counter-questioned, straightening up.

“Have you ever… another Rick…” I murmured, going red in the face.

He stared at me for a while, blinking too often, his face hard to read. “What if I have?”

“Well, I'd think that was fine. I mean, if I had a wealth of me's out there at the end of a portal gun I might've done the same,” I shrugged.

“In that case, hell yeah I have,” the wall of stoic broke and he grinned.

“Really? Wow…” my lips curled into a small smile as a few images flitted through my mind. Rick caught my chin in his hand and turned my head to look at him.

“Any further questions?” He smirked.

“Oh, I could think of a few… but none about our living arrangements,” I mirrored his expression and he chuckled, before leaning in to kiss me.

The moving process went surprisingly smoothly. I had lived in my childhood home my whole life, having never moved before, but Rick made sure that everything was accounted for and took care of almost everything. We found a nice house not too far from Tailor's studio, within walking distance, which would be useful since I was eager to continue working there. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, an open plan kitchen and living area with a generous garden and a basement level that worked well for Rick once he'd converted it into his lab. That had been an interesting weekend, the house was crawling with Ricks, since according to I.C they worked far more efficiently than any builders we could hire here on earth. Everything fell wonderfully into place, and while the house still looked pretty sparse in places, it didn't take us long to settle in.

Gosh, it was wonderful. Just having him around whenever we were home, having dinner with him every single evening, curling up in bed with him every single night. We finally felt completely at ease when we were together, no distractions or interruptions, no nothing. Just each other's company. I thought my love for him had reached its peak, but living with him had proved me wrong and I quickly realised the space in my heart for him was infinite. Rick never hid his emotions or feelings, he never hesitated to tell me that he loved me, but it still didn't stop my heart from feeling like it was about to beat out of my chest whenever he said something open and honest.

One night was especially touching, and nothing short of eventful. In the evenings we would sit in front of the TV together, and we'd developed a pretty terrible habit of sharing a tub of his ice cream. That night I hadn't been hungry enough, so he was eating alone. It was just as well, since half way down the tub Rick suddenly frowned, looking down into it with a puzzled look.

“What's up?” I asked, catching his eye. He nodded towards the coffee table that I was sitting closest to and asked me to hand him the lid.

“I just wanna check something,” he murmured. The tubs he kept his ice cream in were plain white with just a few letters written on the lid, signifying what was inside it. He knew what they all meant, not many other people did. He scanned the lid, his eyes widening a little. “Shit.”

“What?”

“Uhhh,” he sat up, putting the lid back on the tub and holding it out to me. “Could you, uh, put that back in the freezer for me?” I took it from him and he rubbed his hands over his face.

“Are you okay?” I asked him, looking down at the lid and failing to make sense of the letters there.

“I, uhh, I fucked up,” he said, letting out a sheepish laugh. “I can only apologise in advance for… for…” he trailed off, looking up at me with eyes that looked a little… off. “That ice cream was highly alcoholic. I picked up the wrong one, and I really shouldn't have eaten half a tub.”

His words were beginning to slur a little.

“You didn't realise? Does it not taste bitter?” I questioned, peeling the lid off and having a sniff. It didn't smell like alcohol.

“Well no, as a rule I don't like adding normal booze into ice cream without processing it a bunch, it makes it too soft. This has alien alcohol in it, which doesn't taste bitter and it- it takes a while to kick in but hooo when it does,” he snickered, slumping back against the sofa. “Like a freight train, baby.”

“Shit, are you okay? It's not dangerous, is it?”

“Only if you let me climb up on the roof, or, or play with knives,” he laughed again. I certainly wasn't seeing the funny side.

“Rick, you never drink! I've never seen you drunk before.”

“Get ready, sweetheart, I'm getting there.” He tried to push himself up from the sofa and failed. “Fuck, this- this is why I stay away from the shit.”

“Oh god, just stay there. I'll get you some water.”

With a sigh I hurried to the kitchen, putting the ice cream in the freezer and filling up a tall glass with water. When I returned he was still on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling.

“I remember this, the room going ‘round in circles. Ugh.”

“Here, have a drink,” He lifted his head and reached for the glass, his hand missing completely on the first try. “Oh, Christ,” I muttered.

Rick held the glass with both hands and took a drink, then handed it back to me. I placed it down on the coffee table and sat back down next to him, watching him in concern.

“I-I-I’m fine, don't look so worried,” he laughed, words really melting together now.

“I am worried. This is hitting so fast,” I gnawed on my bottom lip. He brought his hand down on my knee and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Tha's what it does, baby. I'm fine,” he drew out the last word, shaking his head from side to side. I continued to stare at him as he rolled his head back against the sofa, looking at me with this dizzy smile. “God, you're beautiful.”

I wasn't expecting him to say that, and I raised my brows in surprise.

“I would make love to you, but since there's two of you I wouldn't want to leave one of you out,” he snickered, hoisting himself forwards and draping his body over mine in a loose hug.

“Are you joking, or are you actually seeing double?” I questioned, holding onto him carefully, frozen by worry.

“I'm joking,” he turned his head and mumbled into my neck. “Relax, beautiful,” he kissed my neck once.

“Maybe you should go and lay down, sleep through this,” I suggested. He used my shoulder to push himself up and steady himself. He was blinking slowly, one eye out of time with the other, squinting. Bloody hell, he looked liked he'd spent all day in a brewery.

“You're looking after me, aren't y-you adorable? I-I'll be fine.”

“So you keep saying, but I don't like seeing you like this and I think sleeping will be best for you,” I sighed, stroking his cheek and pushing his hair out of his face for him.

“You're an angel, you know that? So sweet and c-caring. Always thinking about me, l-let's go, hmm?”

“Yeah? You wanna go to bed?”

Rick nodded and wiped some drool away from the corner of his mouth. “I gotta- gotta brush my teeth,” he went to stand up, falling right back down again.

“Yeah… you should, but I don't know if…” I stood up and held my hands out for him to grab onto. “One night won't kill you, I'm not sure if you'll manage.”

“What if they all fall out?” He laughed, finally getting to his feet, though he was extremely unsteady. I had to use all of my strength to keep him upright, guiding him over to the stairs.

“They won't… look, why don't you crawl up the stairs?”

Rick slumped onto his hands and knees at the staircase, laughing away to himself.

“Fuck! I am trashed, aren't I?” He exclaimed, dragging himself up the stairs, my hands ready to grab him if he started to slide. “I ne-need to stop selling that shit, it's inhumane to put a man through this,” he cackled.

“I bet other Ricks can handle this. You aren't used to it,” I sighed.

“You ca-callin’ me a lightweight? Coz that- that's exactly what I am,” he snorted loudly. I cracked a little smile.

We managed to get him up the stairs, and he didn't bother rising to his feet once we reached the top. He crawled his way to our bedroom, banging his head on the door and simultaneously opening it with his head. He grunted and rubbed at his skull.

“Be careful, oh my god, Rick,” I whined, opening the door the rest of the way and flicking the light on. He simply laughed in response. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, didn't feel a thing,” he slurred, carrying on and dragging himself onto the bed. I helped him up, lifting his legs up onto the mattress. He groaned and rolled onto his back, splaying out across the whole bed. I sighed and rubbed the top of his head, wincing. He hummed pleasantly, smiling up at me.

“I am so glad you don't drink, it's like having a toddler,” with a sigh, I reached for his shirt buttons and started to undo them. He made a saucy little sound and wiggled his brows at me. “Calm down, I'm just getting you down to your undies. You don't wanna sleep in your clothes,” I tutted.

He helped me get his shirt off and then I went for his pants, undoing his fly and tugging them down his legs, leaving him in his socks and his boxers. I folded the duvet over him, not bothering to try and pull the rest out from under him.

“Do I need to get a bucket?”

“What for?”

“In case you feel ill,” I said, thinking it was obvious.

“I don't feel sick, I'm fine,” he shrugged.

“I'll get one just in case,” I sighed, sitting down next to him and stroking his hair. I wasn't ready to leave him just yet, I'd wait until he was properly settled down. I felt the need to keep my eye on him, he looked incredibly vulnerable; unable to hold himself up or get himself around.

Rick took my hand in his, pulling it away from his head and bringing it to his mouth. He kissed my fingertips sloppily, chuckling quietly and sighing, closing his eyes. I thought he looked incredibly sweet, despite being so intoxicated. I smiled, very nearly prying my hand from him so I could get up, but he kept me there with his next words.

“Mm, I'm gonna make you my wife one day.”

My heart damn near stopped. My face dropped. Not because I was unhappy about what he'd said, but because of how much it shocked me. We were in love, we'd moved in together, and we were serious about each other; but the words husband or wife had never really crossed my mind.

“You are?” I responded quietly, gripping his hand as he dropped it to the bed, letting my thumb run over the back of his hand.

“Mhm, one day,” he nodded, rolling onto his side and closing his eyes.

I didn't think too much into it. He was absolutely hammered, out of it, not thinking straight. But, his words still meant the world to me, I knew there was at least some sincerity behind them, even if it just meant how much he cared for me. The idea of becoming his wife was something that I could definitely, definitely get used to. But I put it away in the back of my mind with a smile, deciding that whatever happened, as long as I was his, I was happy.

I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple, and then left him – only briefly – to prepare for the no doubt sleepless night I'd have watching over him. I could only hope that the morning hangover would treat him kindly…

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