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coco-loco-nut · 6 months ago

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Guilty as Sin?

pairing: Oscar x Reader

summary: you can’t help but to long for the Australian boy you met

a/n: sorry it took a while, i was adding ✨plot✨ and did as much research I could (also a little secret is that i lowkey used my crush from when i was with my ex to fuel this)

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Being the younger twin sister of the heir apparent to the throne is stressful, but it has allowed you to do a lot of things, such as attending the Dutch Grand Prix. Obviously you were there to support Max and meet all the Athletes, but it’s where you met and befriended Oscar. The Australian was nice and didn’t treat you any different because of your status, not to mention he was cute.

Since then, there’s been a shift in your mood. You are bored more than ever, the guilded cage of the castle that contains you is no longer fine. You text Oscar about it, requesting a song recommendation to change things up, he sends you a song that you haven’t heard in a while. It makes you want to cry, the idea of being stuck here forever until your sister marries and has children. For now you are stuck in the castle, pining over a guy who only knows you via texts.

Lately your dreams have been of cracking the locks that keep you in. When you escape you’d go on adventures with Oscar, crashing into him like the ocean waves crash onto rocks. Each dream leaves you longing for him more and more.

You can’t tell if he is just being cordial and politely responding, or if he is interested and flirting. Every time you flirt, things seem to get cold after. He’s a paradox over text, leaving you wondering if you are mad for thinking there was a chance.

You turn to your older sister for advice, telling her about what he does to you in your dreams. Secret trysts in the hedge maze, messy kisses, hands roaming each other’s skin. You keep recalling things you never did, as if he’s written mine on your upper thigh. You’d die happy if it were real.

“You know, there’s no such thing as bad thoughts, only your actions talk. I’ll talk to Papa about maybe going to Spain for a race in couple months,” Amalia says, invested in how this will play out.

You go on a few dates with various wealthy and noble guys your age, trying to distract yourself from the longings locked inside a vault deep inside you. Every date leaves you unsatisfied, counting down the days until you are in Spain. The fatal fantasies visit you in your dreams every night, leaving you feel like you’ve made a vow to Oscar that you are supposed to uphold somehow, despite knowing it’s all make believe.

You and Amalia fly out to Spain without the rest of your family, spending the week with the Spanish royal family. You are friends with the princesses and their cousins so it is a great distraction.

“Y/n, who is your favorite driver?” Leonor and Sophia ask as you lay on the floor of Leonor’s room together.

“Oscar,” Amalia answers for you as your cheeks flame. “She’s always texting him,”

“Amalia,” you groan, hiding your face with your hands.

“We are definitely stopping by the McLaren garage then,” Sophia grins, nudging you. Their cousins Irene, Miguel, Pablo, and Victoria arrive tomorrow morning to complete your group that is attending the Grand Prix. You had a crush on Miguel growing up, but it quickly passed once you turned 15.

“Girls, it’s time for Amalia and Y/n to return to their hotel, and the four of you have to be up early for tomorrow,” Queen Letizia says, opening the door slightly.

“Alright, we will see you tomorrow for breakfast and the driver reception,” Leonor sighs as the four of you stand up.

“Thank you for having us,” Amalia thanks the queen as you leave.

“You are always welcome, we will see you girls tomorrow,” she smiles, making sure her assistant gets you to the chauffeured car safely. The trip from Palauet Albéniz to your hotel is relatively short, one you didn’t realize was housing multiple drivers. You don’t notice Oscar as you walk into the hotel, a small security escort around you, but he notices you. He’s tempted to text you and ask why you are here, but Lando distracts him, giving him his room key and number.

Your room is plush, but lonely. You stare at your texts with Oscar, tempted to let him know you are in Spain, but something stops you. The morning is busy, your alarm waking you up early to shower and dress. You choose something simple but beautiful for the day. Your light blue dress lays nicely on you with matching heels, and your hair is styled neatly, a headband in place of a tiara. Your visit isn’t a state visit, so it is nice to have flexibility in your attire. A knock on your door tells you that Amalia is waiting outside for you.

Once again, you don’t notice Oscar as you leave, your eyes looking ahead, surrounded by the security detail.

“Your girlfriend is here,” Lando teases Oscar, noticing who he was looking at.

“She’s a princess, I would never be able to date her. She flirts over text, but I don’t want to hurt her,” Oscar sighs, watching you get into a car and leave.

“I think you already have,” Lando says, letting Oscar think.

You arrive to the palace, eager to see your friends again. Breakfast is wonderful, and afterwards you all go outside to the gardens to catch up. Despite only seeing each other every few years, your group chat is alive and well.

“Go talk to Miguel, he’s been eyeing you since breakfast,” Sophia tells you, you look over to her cousin. He has aged well since you last saw him. “Ask him about school, oceanography,” she nudges you in his direction.

“Oceanography? How’s that?” you slide up beside Miguel, deciding it’s a good idea to try and move on again. You listen enthusiastically as he talks about his studies and living in London.

“What are you studying?” he returns your question.

“History with minors in French and German. Nothing terribly exciting,” you say, a slight blush appearing on your face as he focuses on you. The two of you unconsciously separate from the group, caught up in conversation. Victoria and Irene grab the two of you, informing you that it is time to go back inside for the drivers welcome and lunch. Miguel’s hand rests lightly on the small of your back as you walk up the stairs.

“We will wait for you at lunch,” Pablo says to Leonor and Sophia, the six of you ready to find something to do as the drivers arrive from their hotels.

“No, join us. Mama and Papa would want you there,” Leonor says so you follow her in. The six of you stand a few behind the four royals, following royal protocol in that regard. You are chatting with Irene and Miguel quietly when the drivers walk in.

“Accompany me to the Opera tonight,” Miguel says quickly, you nod and blush a little before turning you attention to the drivers, eyes instantly meeting Oscar’s, your blush deepens a little before you put on your royal mask. It doesn’t matter if your date with Miguel goes well or not, deep down you know that you’d drop him for Oscar immediately if asked. One by one, the drivers are introduced before you are allowed to mingle before lunch.

“Your Royal Highnesses,” Max bows before you and Amalia as the two of you approach him.

“Max, it’s wonderful to see you again. Please don’t bow, you only need to in formal situations,” you smile, greeting the champion.

“Yes, no need to bow when we aren’t here formally visiting. We will be cheering for you this weekend,” Amalia says and you notice Oscar standing nearby.

“Excuse me,” you excuse yourself from the conversation, Max takes no offense as he sees you beeline to the Australian, Amalia continues her conversation with Max. It would be a bad look for the heir apparent to brush off her own countryman.

“Y/n! What are you doing here?” Oscar asks happily, unsure if he can hug his friend, acting like he didn’t know she was here.

“Surprise visit. I didn’t want to wait until the Dutch Grand Prix to see my friend again, and I wanted to visit my friends. My sisters and I are close with the princesses and their cousins, but Amalia and I were the only ones who flew out since we like the sport. Sorry, I’m rambling,” you laugh nervously.

“That’s okay, it’s cute,” Oscar says with a cute smile, not quite realizing what he was saying.

“Thanks, that means a lot coming from you,” you can’t openly flirt with the Australian here, but you do your best.

“I’m sorry, Lando is beckoning me to him, visit me in the McLaren garage, yeah?” Oscar asks.

“I’d love to,” you smile, watching him go to his teammate. You rejoin your sister and Max, effortlessly sliding into the conversation. You can tell Leonor had a hand in the lunch seating because she placed you between Oscar and Max, Amalia was on the other side of max. Carlos and Fernando were sat near the King and Queen.

“Y/n, how does this work? I’ve never been to a royal meal before,” Oscar discreetly asks you.

“Follow the pattern for who to speak to, It will be dictated by the king, for everything else just follow my lead. King Felipe is a slower eater so you should have time to finish your meal, and this is more laid back than a state dinner. If I were wearing a tiara, you’d be in trouble,” you joke, Oscar seems relieved at your explanation. You turn to Max first, discussing the race and things he misses about the Netherlands. Once the meal is served, you turn to Oscar.

“This is a lot less stressful than what I imagined,” Oscar smiles, having trusted your quick overview of what to do, one he just shared with Lando.

“Not every meal is full of such protocol, usually just for guests and important meals. You should’ve told me you’d be here, I could’ve answered your questions. I only thought that Carlos and Fernando would be here,” you admit and he shrugs, balancing his talking and eating.

“I don’t know why I didn’t think of it. Sometimes I forget you are third in line to the throne,” you scrunch you nose, cringing a little.

“Don’t remind me,” you laugh a bit so he knows you are joking. “Where are they housing you?” you ask, taking a bite of food.

“The Hotel Arts,” Oscar says, ready to act surprised when you say where you are staying.

“Ah, Mr Fancy Pants. Living it up like royalty, I see,” you smirk, glancing around the table to make sure you are eating at the right pace.

“I take it you are staying there as well then,” Oscar says, taking the hint.

“Yes, we should get breakfast one morning before you go to the track,” you suggest, a little hope in your heart.

“I’d really like that,” Oscar thinks back on Lando’s words, deciding to take the risk. He’s worried about your life as a princess more than anything that will happen to him if he were to date you.

“Maybe not tomorrow though, I am going to the Opera tonight so I will be nursing a wine hangover,” you appreciate the light and easy conversation you are able to have with Oscar.

“Sounds like a deal, we can play it by ear,” Oscar smiles. The two of you turn your attention to your meals. The rest of the day passes quickly, the drivers having left after the lunch.

You and Amalia go back to the hotel to get ready for the opera. You just finished putting your heels on and securing your tiara when there is a knock on the door.

“Oscar?” you say confused at the Australian standing outside your door.

“I brought wine, figured you’d want to get the party started early. You look stunning, by the way,” He says, inviting himself into the small living room space.

“I thought drivers don’t drink before race weekends,” you smile, carefully sitting beside him.

“One glass won’t hurt,” he pours two glasses, carefully handing you one. It’s a cheaper wine, likely bought from across the street rather than from the bar downstairs.

“I’d also take shots, but wine is nice. Thanks, Osc,” you sip the white wine. Oscar chose a safer choice than a red. You have time before heading down with Amalia where one of the cars will pick you up.

“So why the tiara?”

“The opera is considered a white or black tie event, I don’t remember which it is. Plus, I agreed to go as Miguel’s date so I have to look perfect or else the media will slaughter me,” you sigh, taking a large sip of the wine.

“Oh, that sucks,” Oscar digests the last bit of information.

“He’s a great guy, but I think he’s more of a friend. I have my eye on someone else anyway,” you add on, quickly glancing at Oscar who regains his hope, noticing your glance.

“Any guy would be lucky to have you,” Oscar says as Amalia enters the room.

“Hello, Oscar. Y/n, we have to go, they are close,” she says, the two of you finish your wine.

“Thanks for the glass of wine, good luck tomorrow if I don’t see you,” you press a gentle kiss to his cheek, following Amalia out the door. You trust Oscar to leave once he cleans up the wine.

The opera is nice, and the next two days are fun as you spend time in the paddock. You wake up early to join Oscar for breakfast on the race day.

“Orange? For me?” Oscar grins after you order. You are wearing an orange blouse with white pants and heels. Since it isn’t the Dutch Grand Prix, you have a small pin with a bull and the number one on it attached to your blouse.

“For Max, but also for you,” you smile back.

“It’s actually papaya, I can get McLaren to gift you some stuff,” he says, leaning back in his chair a bit.

“That’s okay, I have enough Red Bull team wear in my closet. I wouldn’t even be allowed in McLaren clothing unless there was a better reason other than being friends with the driver, unfortunately Max takes precedence there. Also, I have money to buy McLaren merch, they are better off gifting merch to other fans,” you say, sipping your water.

“So what can I do to get you to openly support me?” he asks, knowing one of the answers.

“Well, if you get a podium at Zandvoort I can hand you your trophy,” you tell him and he nods.

“I can do that, maybe I will beat Max,”

“Yeah, don’t do that,” your laugh is music to him. The two of you finish your breakfast, both having obligations to attend to. You and Amalia arrive to the paddock together, only joining the Spanish royals for the actual race.

“Welcome to Red Bull, Your Royal Highnesses,” a hospitality employee greets you as you enter the garage.

“Hello, Max,” Amalia greets the driver with a smile.

“Good morning, Your Royal Highnesses. Welcome to our garage,” Max smiles, a girl and a woman with him.

“Maxie, are they real life princesses?” the little girl asks. She pulls at your heartstrings, your royal foundation works with young girls.

“We are, what is your name?” You kneel down as she looks at you with wide eyes, curtsying.

“Penelope,”

“Hi Penelope, my name is Y/n. You curtsied beautifully, but there is no need to curtsy to a friend,” you tell her, glancing up at Max and the woman who you assume is her mother.

“This is Kelly, my girlfriend, and her daughter, Penelope,” Max introduces them to you.

“Would you like a picture, Penelope?” Amalia asks, the little girl nods.

“That’s my big sister, she’s going to be a queen one day,” you tell Penelope as if it’s a secret.

“Can I, Mommy? I want Maxie in it too,” Penelope asks, when Kelly agrees, you carefully pick up Penelope. Both Red Bull and Kelly take photos. You chat with the group until you realize there isn’t too long until you will have to join the royal family, so you excuse yourself to walk a few garages down.

“Can I help you?” someone in papaya stops you from going too close.

“Yes, I’m here to visit my friend, Oscar,” you start, looking into the garage.

“Y/n! You made it,” Oscar wraps an arm around your shoulder, guiding you inside.

“I don’t believe we’ve met, Princess. My name is Lando Norris of the United Kingdom,” Oscar’s teammate extends his hand, you find the childish antic amusing. You give him your hand, he bows slightly, lightly kissing the back of your hand.

“The pleasure is mine, Mr. Norris,” you giggle, feeding into the antics. Oscar went from worried to amused in those thirty seconds.

“Alright, she’s my friend, not yours. Find your own princess to hog,” Oscar pulls you away, his smile betraying his annoyed tone. You get some silly pictures together, and he puts his helmet on you before one photo.

“I could totally drive one of these,” you say, lying to see his reaction.

“When we get to the Netherlands, I’m racing you in karts and taking you on a hot lap then,” Oscar laughs as your eyes widen.

“Bring it on,” you don’t back down. Oscar could kiss you right now, but he never did ask about how your date to the opera went, so he doesn’t.

“Oscar, I’d like my sister to be returned, please,” Amalia says, walking over to the two of you.

“Oscar, I found my princess!” Lando grins, Amalia’s confused reaction causes you to snort and Oscar to laugh.

“She’s off limits to you, Lando. You aren’t king material,” you tell him, gently patting his shoulder.

“But Oscar is prince material?” Lando asks. Amalia drags you out of the garage before either of you can reply.

The race is exciting and you watch eagerly.

“Who is your favorite driver?” Pablo asks, watching from beside you.

“Politically, Max. Personally, Oscar Piastri, he’s a close friend,” you say, watching the track as Oscar passes, fighting for P3.

“It’s a shame my brother and you aren’t a match,” he says, referring to the Opera.

“We are better off as friends, something we realized quickly. Once we realized that we weren’t teenagers anymore, the Opera got much better,” you chuckle.

You are aware of the cameras watching your box as the race ends. You and Amalia celebrate carefully, not doing much other than clap and excitedly talk to each other. The podium ended with Carlos winning, Max in P2, and Oscar in P3. Max dropped in the last couple laps, his tires degrading too early.

That night you show up to the club with Irene and Victoria, being the only girls who could go out and not be yelled at. Your black party dress doesn’t leave much to the imagination, but your coat doesn’t let photographers know as you step into the club with them. After checking your coat, you head to the bar where you notice drivers taking shots.

“This round on me,” you tell Irene and Victoria. You order your round and a vodka Red Bull for after the shots.

“Princess! Oscar, your princess is here!” Lando slurs, calling over a slightly less drunk Oscar.

“You look incredible,” his smile causes you to blush. You notice Max and Carlos observing the interaction.

“Shots for the podium! And ladies, and I guess Lando,” you declare, ordering seven shots. You all take them and you are feeling a lot braver at flirting with Oscar.

“What are you drinking?” Oscar asks, standing close to you, his breath warm on your ear.

“Vodka Red Bull,” you tell him, sipping the drink.

“Hey Max, your princess really is your fan. She’s drinking a vodka Red Bull,” Oscar tells the Dutchman.

“It’s a good choice,” Max smiles, unsure how he feels about partying with the third in line to his home country. Carlos, however, has no problems, talking to Irene and Victoria.

“Dance with me,” you tell Oscar as you finish your drink, he follows you onto the dance floor, bodies close. His hands stay on your hips, holding you close but trying to stay respectful. A couple songs later you kiss him, and his hands wrap around you, pulling you into him.

Soon after, you are getting your coat and heading back to your hotel, pulling him into your room. Scenes from nights you’ve spent together flash through your mind, ones where he has you screaming his name, building up like waves and crashing over and over again. His hands roam your skin, bedsheets ablaze, maybe you can be guilty as sin this time.

You wake up in his embrace, his soft snores tell you he’s still asleep. You think about your options. After this weekend, you’ll face criticism anyway, why not go after someone you’ve been pining after. The public will always have opinions about who you date, but the way it feels when Oscar holds you is so right. The only way they will be happy is if you never date or marry until you’re thirty. They don’t know how keeping the crush to yourself haunted you every night, and how he is stunningly perfect.

“What’s going through that pretty mind of yours?” Oscar asks sleepily, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I choose you and me, no matter what the public says,” you whisper, looking in his half awake eyes.

“Finally. I choose us too,” he smiles, pulling you into his chest.

“I still can’t openly support you as opposed to Max,” you smile, Oscar’s eyes open again.

“I will propose right now,” he says, quite seriously. You giggle, running your hand up his chest.

“Don’t, that’s a whole process and a lot of conversations that I don’t feel like going through yet,” you say, feeling Oscar’s chest vibrate as he hums in agreement. He looked up what would happen if he were to marry you one night while texting you. He’d have to become a naturalized citizen, your parents would announce the engagement, then the parliament would have to approve the marriage in order for you to stay a member of the royal household.

Oscar gets up half an hour later, needing to board a plane to Austria with the team. As he waits to taxi, he sends you the link to a song, the same one he sent a couple months ago. The past twenty four hours have been better than any dream. Are you allowed to cry happy tears?

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eleni-cherie · 1 month ago

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agents at first sight ✨ || bts • ksj [ONE-SHOT]

"you're Squirtle?" "you're Charmander?"

about two interpol agents falling at first sight, literally, thanks to a master thief on the run.

[one-shot in 'the thieves collection' series - can be read independently!!]

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— word count: 5.1k

— genre: interpol agent au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburning, mutual pining, strangers to lover s2l

— song recommendations/inspirations:

the last shadow puppets - the element of surprise

solar - honey

frank sinatra - strangers in the night

keri hilson - i like

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IDEA/STORY/CHARACTERS BASED ON MY PREVIOUS STORIES: "A THIEF'S ORIGIN" , "AMONG THIEVES" AND "A THIEF'S END".

this one-shot aims to give the backstory of how seokjin and yongsun met, as mentioned in the other parts of the series.

if you want the full context and also know what happens with with them afterwards, check out the other stories as well!

PROTAGONISTS:

KIM SEOKJIN AS HIMSELF; LEADER OF THE ROBBERY DEPARTMENT / "CHARMANDER"

KIM YONGSUN AS HERSELF; AGENT IN THE ORGANISED CRIME DEPARTMENT / "SQUIRTLE"

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

NOT FREE FROM LINGUISTIC ERRORS - ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE.

DON’T BE A GHOST READER. LIKE, COMMENT & SHARE THIS STORY IF YOU LIKE IT :))

DEDICATED TO EVERYONE WHO’S READING THIS FANFIC!

CHECK OUT MY OTHER BTS STORIES AS WELL: HERE

-Elenixx

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[set after the final chapter of the main story but before its epilogue]

Straits of Singapore, 30km off Singapore

"Sir, are you sure he'll show up tonight? It's been hours and still no sign from Park, Kim or Min."

Seokjin studied the piece of paper between his fingers. It was crinkled from having been stored in his jacket all evening.

A dry laugh left his lips then. "Don't worry, Blake," he said into the radio, "When Park Jimin says he's showing up, he will."

"Roger."

A muffled chuckle was heqrd beside him as he put the device down and he glanced at Hoseok resting his folded arms on the desk. "But only if you cracked his riddle correctly," his former team mate and friend pointed out with a raised brow, "I mean, you sure about time and place?"

"Pretty sure, yes. He sent that with a postmark from Singapore," the leader of the robbery department nodded and held the paper out for him. Hoseok grabbed it with curiosity, reading over the scribbled note with a hum.

'Meet me at the deck with no cards,

when the sun comes home.

Don't forget to wear a bow tie!

I'll bring the bow, not the arrows though.

See ya!'

"'Deck', 'bow' and the 'see', which is a homophone of 'sea' - it all hints to a ship. And this cruise ship with a bunch of loaded people is the only kind our thieves would be interested in."

"Yeah, I see - no pun intended," the leader of the organised crime department said and slid the note back, "And 'when the sun comes home' means when it's the closest to earth, which was today. Summer solstice."

"Exactly."

"Okay, fine," Hoseok sat back and let his eyes wander around the security room. Eventually adding with a sigh, "But I'm still bummed he had to pick the same time and place my team's got to perform an undercover operation at. Too many cooks spoil the broth, you know. There're so many other places or dates."

"You forget the CEO's wife owns this highly valuable black pearl. I bet everything I have that this is what they're after."

"Probably."

"The better question is, why does that mob boss you're after have to attend the same party."

"What do you think.." Hoseok propped his jaw on the palm of his hand, a sarcastic smirk playing on his lips. "He's acquaintance with Lee, that CEO."

A short laugh left Seokjin's lips and he averted his gaze from the security screens. "Of course, criminals and CEOs are not that different from each other after all."

His younger colleague showed his agreement with an amused chuckle when his radio transmitter beeped.

"Sunflora here, what do you have for me Squirtle?" he answered, causing Seokjin's brows to furrow.

'Squirtle' and 'Sunflora' were the names of Pokémons after all. So he gave Hoseok a wondering look which the latter only dismissed by waving his hand.

"Purugly is heading to the restrooms. S-should I follow?"

'Purugly'. Another Pokémon.

"No, but keep an eye on him nonetheless and wait in a good distance. If he doesn't come out in five, report."

"Understood."

He put the device back down, meeting Seokjin's questioning face. "So?"

"What?"

"You got Pokémon codenames? Never knew you were so into it."

Hoseok shook his head though. "Wasn't my idea," he explained with a laugh under his breath, "Squirtle is her favourite one and she claims she looks like it, that's why she always uses it. So I thought why not using these names for all of us? Makes the whole undercover thing a bit more fun."

"Huh, that's clever. I should do that, too, from now on." The older agent paused but only for dramatic effects as he added with a sigh, "Disappointed I didn't come up with that myself."

"Be my guest. Have you any in mind already?"

"Charmander, of course!" he exclaimed full of enthusiasm ans picked his own radio device. "Blake, Jeon? From now on only call me 'Charmander' over the radio. Got it?"

Jungkook's chuckle was heard on the other line. He was rather amused than irritated, but even Skylar wasn't questioning her supervisor's quirks anymore. Both replying with: "Roger that, Charmander."

"You really do with them whatever you want, huh?" Hoseok wondered with a laugh while scanning over the security screens from the ballroom where the birthday party happened.

Considering they were on a cruise ship, it was impressive how grand it was. Opulent decorations like crystal chandeliers hanging above the heads of guests, adding to the ambiance of the ballroom. People dressed in their most expensive and fashionable gowns and suits while enjoying conversations and litres of flowing champagne and wine.

Seokjin only shrugged with a smile. "The kids are alright and they're able to see a joke. But I do sometimes miss you and Namjoonie. Remember when we first started out together?"

Hoseok huffed out a laugh, reminiscing the past when the three of them started out in the robbery department together. "Don't remind me, I'm glad I don't have to deal with the shenanigans of these thieves anymore." He patted Seokjin's shoulder than. "But it was surely fun with you guys, I miss that, too."

He was about to add more when his transmitter beeped once again, interrupting his train of thoughts.

"Squirtle here, he hasn't come out yet."

With a groan, Hoseok's face hardened and he got closer to the screens. His eyes narrowing as he switched through the cameras. It always astonished and in some way also scared Seokjin how he could go from cheery to professional within a second.

"Squirtle, you hear me?"

"Yes, Sunflora."

"There hasn't been any records of him leaving through the other side of the corridor. Are you sure he hasn't returned to the party?"

"Positive. Is there a different way out?"

Seokjin's eyes widened at this and he grabbed the blueprint they'd got from security, eyes searching for any possible vents or openings. He gestured to Hoseok to pass him the radio over.

"Here's Charmander. According to -"

"Sorry, who's there?"

Remembering he'd literally only just come up with his new codename and had never directly spoken with this 'Squirtle' before, he laughed a little embarrassed to himself. "Sorry, agent Kim from the robbery department here," he spoke firmly, "The blueprint doesn't show any other means of escape, unless he decided to swim back to shore. So he must be still in there. Wait another five."

"Okay, got it."

"Is that Squirtle good?" he questioned his friend while sinking back into his seat, observing the monitors.

"She's my best agent actually," Hoseok answered truthfully, "You should've seen her shooting her way through and bending a whole gang boss to his knees. It was beautiful."

The older agent whistled lowly, quite impressed by the thought of that. Or at least how he imagined it. "Sounds like a feisty one."

"Depends. She's surely a lively person, but once you get to know her, she's an easy-going homebody. Similar to you."

A scoff passed Seokjin's lips, pretending being offended by his words. "So you wanna say I'm not unique?"

"Well, I wouldn't subscribe to that," Hoseok said with a teasing grin, "Both of you also get upset in the same hilarious way actually."

"Ouch, that hurts my pride you know."

The two shared a laugh when a sudden commotion on the monitors caught their attention. The guests seemed to be agitated and scattering around the area.

"Jeon, Blake, what's going on there?"

"The black pearl, it fell from Mrs Lee's brooch."

"There's multiple pearls on the floor now! It created a turmoil."

"I can imagine," Seokjin muttered before speaking louder into the radio, "Keep your eyes closely to the guests. Surely that's a distraction by Jimin and the like."

"Of course."

He stood up then, sliding on his black suit jacket. "I'm heading out for support. See, told you he'd show up."

"You need my help? I could tell my agents -"

"Nah, don't worry. I'm sure you guys have your hands full with this commotion, too."

"Sunflora?" Indeed, Hoseok's own agent tried getting in touch with him. And he gave Seokjin a thumbs up, wishing him good luck as he headed out, before grabbing his radio device then.

"Sunflora here."

"I spotted Purugly. He's rushing out with a group of people due to some uproar, I'm following him."

"Roger, Squirtle. Be careful in the chaos, it's a distraction from the thieves. The robbery team will handle it though. You focus on our guy."

"Got it."

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Seokjin squeezed through the noisy and fidgety mass, people hunching and picking up any black pearls they could find - or at least the fake ones Jimin had spread around to cause this uproar.

It was impossible to draw his gun with so many civilians around, so he just continued with careful steps and sharp eyes. Soon spotting something that rose enough suspicion in him to follow it. A rather calm man was galantly making his way among the rambling crowd.

The main reason this man rose his suspicion was rather intuitive though. He recognised him being one of the bodyguards close to the Lee's, he'd stood beside them all evening. Of course his agents had already checked all stuff members for possible disguised criminals before boarding the ship, but they hadn't been observing them nonstop ever since. And this bodyguard now was clearl heading to the exit instead of being on the other side of the ballroom with his boss who was panicked and shouting at his men to find his wife's pearl.

With a confident smirk, he neared the man until he was close enough to grab him by the shoulder. "And I thought you'd never make your appearance, Park Jimin. You had me waiting for quite some time," he sighed in fake-annoyance.

The man visibly flinched at Seokjin's words, glancing over his shoulder then with a lopsided grin.

"Sorry, pops! Got a date with a pearl!"

He abruptly crouched, disappearing from his sight and Seokjin spotted him a few seconds later further away. He'd got rid of his disguise by now and promptly continued his way among the people. But Seokjin wouldn't let Jimin throw him off so easily.

He was close on his heels and Jimin could feel it. His eyes quickly scanning the area for any possible distraction when seeing the interpol agent almost having reached him again. But then he realised that he was literally in the middle of possible distractions and smirked as soon as he spotted a suitable one.

As he continued pushing threw the mass of people, he grabbed someone's wrist and abruptly tucked the person backwards. Right in front of Seokjin, blocking his way. It was a young woman with dyed dirty-blond hair and in the pushing and shoving, stumbled and fell against the agent's chest who caught her out of reflex.

"My apologies, Miss, but -" Seokjin was about to politely shove her away when their eyes met. And any further words got stuck in his throat instead.

He swallowed hard.

She was the most mesmerizing woman he'd ever seen in his life. Full cheeks, cute nose, pillowy lips and soft brown eyes which were staring back at him intensely, placed so perfectly that it completely disarmed him and took his breath away.

For a moment he wasn't in the middle of the ballroom anymore, he was in the abyss of her wondering orbs.

The woman seemed just as stunned, her expression mirroring his.

However, soon he was washed back to the shore of reality and his memory returned, recalling his initial task of chasing after Jimin.

"S-sorry."

The woman's eyes turned into a dazed scowl, as if she herself had just snapped back into reality and wouldn't recognise the place she found herself in. She stepped back, at least as much as she could in the crowded space, his hands sliding off from the warm skin of her arms. And without a single word, she simply turned and disappeared back into the sea of people. Like a siren who had lured him into her world only to release him again after growing bored.

Someone in his work field and position shouldn't get that easily distracted and usually he didn't. But something in this mysterious woman completely enchanted him and it was more than unfortunate they had to meet under such circumstances.

Perhaps, in a different profession, in a different life, he could've met her differently. Could've spoken to her more.

By the look in her almond eyes, she might've felt the same sugar-rush shooting through her chest. But it didn't matter anyway, he wouldn't see her again. And he had to focus on more important things right now.

He began running through the now less dense becoming crowd, out of the ballroom. The double doors closed behind him with a dull sound, drowning out the jarring voices from inside. The corridor was long and he'd seen Jimin running towards it so it was his best shot right now.

Eventually reaching outside the deck, he was met with the strong night wind of the open sea tousling his dark waves. It was sparsely lit, only a simple lamp every few metres illuminating the broad area. And there at its end, on the very edge, he found the masterthief standing and laughing as soon as he noticed Seokjin nearing him. As if he'd been waiting for him all along.

"Oh damn, didn't expect you back so soon. Really thought I made a good choice there, could swear she'd be your type."

The agent laughed under his breath, biting down his lip. It wasn't surprising to him anymore, knowing his opponent well enough in all those years to know his little mind games. So he chose to ignore his comment, not giving him the satisfaction of a retort. Although Jimin already knew the truth by the brief look that passed Seokjin's eyes.

"Hands up," the agent said instead with a confident smirk, now able to draw his gun, "Unless you wanna fall into the cold sea."

The thief, however, only met him with an unfazed glance. His arms slowly going up before one of his hands turned, revealing something between his fingers. And under the light of the full moon he could see it sparkling dark. The black pearl.

Seokjin could tell it was the real one.

"Hm, maybe I'll do just that. You know, return the pearl to its natural habitat on the way, too. Thanks for the great idea, pops!" His lips curled further into a beaming grin and before Seokjin could react, Jimin let himself fall backwards.

Perplexed, the agent rushed to the railing. The harsh wind hitting his face as he looked over it, making out the outlines of a motorboat in the darkness. Diverging from the ship and driving towards the coast.

"Dammit." He sighed and hit the cold metal of the railing, letting it echo get swallowed by the waves. With a dragged sigh, he couldn't help but laugh shortly before pulling out his radio device.

"Jungkook, Skylar?"

Jungkook was faster to answer this time."Yes, sir?"

"Find a radio unit and alert coastguards and agents on the mainland to keep an eye on a motorboat coming from our direction."

"I assume it's about our thieves?"

"Correct, Jeon."

"Roger, I'm on my way."

Returning inside, he caught sight of security guards and staff members who had managed taking back control over the situation and calmed people down.

He came across one of the other agents of Hoseok's team and asked him where his supervisor was. The agent told him in the manager's office and their suspect and Seokjin thanked him before making his way there. As he passed by with hasty steps, walking to the other end where another door led to the offices and security room, he spotted the CEO and his distraught wife being questioned by Skylar in a corner.

Soon he reached a cheerywood door, giving it a few knocks and watching it open at the third knock, revealing his friend behind it. And Hoseok stepped out.

"Heard you got your man, that must be him I assume?" he motioned to the handcuffed guy at the armchair behind Hoseok's shoulders.

Hoseok grinned. "Yup, our 'Purugly' aka Mr San Shinjuk. Isn't that right?"

The criminal kept an desinterested and bored expression, unimpressed by his enthusiasm. "You got nothing on me anyway."

"I wouldn't call a wad of 100,000 won notes and exposing documents, nothing," Hoseok countered with a raised brow, making the man scoff and grow back quiet. Making Hoseok grin widen before joining Seokjin outside in the corridor, closing the door behind him.

"What happened with Park?"

Seokjin only let out a dry laugh. "Well, let's say at least you got your guy.."

Hoseok's eyes widened. "You mean he -"

"Yeah, yeah," Seokjin ran his fingers through his hair, "They got away again."

"Well, next time then."

"Of course next time!"

"I gotta say though. Thanks to the little panic he created, San couldn't complete his restroom deal," Hoseok chuckled.

The irony that his friend was thankful to his nemesis wasn't missed on him. "So that's what took him so long in there.."

"Exactly."

"But I surely won't thank Jimin," Seokjin huffen then, "Would only get into his already big head."

"Sir!"

The yell coming from the end of the corridor, cut their laughing off. The person audibly churned up as they came closer.

"Sir, I'm sorry I lost San. Someone pushed me and there was an idiot blocking my way. Otherwi-"

"Don't worry, Kim," Hoseok interrupted her with a reassuring smile, "You did a good job. We got him."

The woman sighed in relief and her tense shoulders relaxed. A weight seemingly being lifted from her shoulders. "I'm glad, I was worried we wasted our chance."

She was about to leave again when her eyes landed on the person beside her supervisor

Seokjin had turned around to see who Hoseok was talking to behind his back.

And both grew stiff.

There she was, the woman with the full cheeks and dazzling eyes. Her waves pushed to one side, cascading down her shoulder softly as silk. Their bright shade contrasting the black fabric of her tight dress. Now without endless people surrounding them, he had a clearer view on her, seeing it reached only half her thighs, leaving a handwidth of skin between its hem and her overknee boots who added height to her rather petite physique. And he noticed the grip of a 9mm peaking out from one of them.

He watched her burgundy lips part then in shock, unable to avert her eyes from him either.

"The idiot," she eventually breathed, causing the sudden tension to dissolve abrubtly. And Seokjin scoffed amused. "Excuse me?"

She dismissed his question and instead glanced at Hoseok behind him. Only earning a confused glance back. "You two know each other?"

"This is the idiot who blocked my way!"

"Hey, wait a sec, I didn't do it on purpose!" Seokjin quickly defended himself, "Jimin pushed you onto me, so if someone blocked anyone's way it was you blocking mine."

Flustered at the unknown to her details on the incident, she folded her arms and looked away. "That- that wasn't my intention," she mumbled then with a small embarrassed huff.

The taller man sighed and mimicked her in a less serious manner. "Neither mine."

"Well," Hoseok began then in an attempt to change topics, "Agent Kim, how about you let me introduce you to the other agent Kim then?"

She frowned, looking Seokjin up and down. "You're an agent?"

He ignored her judging glare and flashed her a charming smile instead. In a way, he found her even more intriguing now than before. "Nice to meet you. And you are?"

Hoseok nudged his arm as he stepped beside him. "She's the one you talked to earlier. Agent Kim Yongsun."

"You-" His eyes grew, facing her again with a stunned expression. "You're 'Squirtle'?"

Yongsun unintentionally backed off, equally astonished. "You are 'Charmander'?"

This was the guy who also used Pokémon codenames like her? No way.

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"Hey."

Yongsun averted her gaze from the waves beneath her, the wind brushing rather harshly against her bare skin. The ship was heading back to the harbour, all guests having been gathered back inside until arrival and she used the short length of time to enjoy the city lights in the distance sparkling like watercolour on its dark surface.

"H-hey."

She straightened herself when seeing Seokjin approaching her on the deck. He emerged from under the sparsely lit canopy with a timid smile on his lips. His dark brown hair pushed back by now, his forehead peaking behind a few loose strands. His tall figure came to an halt beside her then and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his suit jacket that was casually left unbuttoned.

"I didn't think I'd find anyone here. You alright?"

"Yeah."

Oh, he did look like a deity – exuding the perfect balance of authority and charm.

Her breath hitched and she managed to give him a nod along with a hum through her folded lips. Focusing back at the crashing waves underneath.

Truth was, she was uncertain of how to face him again after the previous hour and perhaps also tried avoiding him by staying out there. After all, she'd called a department leader an idiot. It didn't matter that she'd found out - after asking around her team mates - that he was actually a year, almost two, younger than her. In the agency, he remained a senior agent to her.

Sure, she hadn't been aware of who he was in that moment and he'd also seemed taking the whole story with humour. Yet, she couldn't help feeling awkward and mortified in his vicinity. She couldn't even look him straight in the eyes anymore. Even if it didn't cause her trouble at work, it still remained an embarrassing memory and she felt her face heat up.

"Sorry again for earlier," she mumbled while grabbing onto the metal pole of the railing, in search for the right approach, "For.. for blocking your way and.. and also calling you an idiot."

He hummed and contemplated for a moment by tapping his finger against his chin. "Hm, thinking about it now.. I should probably get compensation for personal suffering. That 'idiot' really hurt, you know," he deadpanned, earning a quiet gasp from Yongsun.

She faced him with wide eyes, ready to argue when instead she met his amused grin. He was only joking. She relaxed and tucked away some streaks of hair the wind had swept in front of her eyes.

"You totally should," she laughed softly then.

"You wouldn't mind paying me compensation?"

"Who says that I'd be the one paying?"

"You were the one making me suffer after all," he countered.

She could only laugh out at his teasing smirk. "But wasn't it all the thief's fault in the end?"

"Hey, he wasn't the one calling me an idiot," he countered with raised brows. The fake upsetness on his face made her laugh even more. It was a loud, squeaky laugh and her eyes disappeared.

He smiled. She was cute and not intimidating at all. Hoseok had been right.

The friendly banter had calmed her previous nervousness. It was easy to get along with him which shouldn't be surprising considering he was friends with Hoseok, one of the nicest persons she knew.

But she remained firm in her stance. Arms folding in front of her chest then. "He was the one pushing me to you, though, so it's his fault really," she said. An almost cartoonish grin on her painted lips.

Much to her surprise, however, Seokjin's demeanor visibly softened at this. Eyes flickering over her round face before settling back to the illuminated skyline of Singapore. "Ah, but I don't mind that part so I can't hold it against him."

Her brows furrowed, feeling like she'd lost the thread. "Why not? I thought it prevented you from catching him."

He simply shrugged his broad shoulders. "I got to meet you this way, didn't I? So it wasn't all too bad."

The night was rather brisk out there on the open sea and yet Yongsun felt like standing at 32°C in the midday sun.

He was most definitely flirting with her, even if it was in a smooth subtle way. And the worst part was that she didn't mind.

Still, she decided not to make a big deal over a hot flush because literally anyone, even furniture, would get butterflies with this guy.

His eyes left the lights in the distance then, a timid smile dancing on his lips. "Sorry, was that inappropriate?" he asked bashfully considering her silence, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

She hadn't noticed how flustered she'd been and swallowed, clearing her throat when finding her composure again. "I'll let it slide," she said with as much nonchalance as she could fake in that moment, glancing briefly at him and noticing his blushing ears, "But only because we're in different departments and I won't have to fear favouritism."

"That's true. Although your teamlead is one of my best friends, so who knows.."

"Well, I'll trust that he won't do any."

He laughed lightly. "True, he wouldn't."

"You should be extra nice to the thief next time," she continued then, "You know, to thank him."

"Not that bad of an idea actually. I could crack less jokes when arresting him."

Propping her jaw on the palm of her hand, she glanced at him amused, the distant lights dancing in her eyes. And when she smiled in a way her teeth peeked a little through her lips, he could swear that he died, just a little bit, when she looked at him like that. Like he was the only man in the world. "You're a funny guy, aren't you?"

He breathed. "I try to at least."

Her gentle eyes wandered down to the sea again. The harbour shining clearer now as they drew closer. "You know," she spoke up, mischieviousness returning to her features, "I'm only apologising for the 'idiot', nothing more."

His brows knitted together. "Didn't you also apologise for blocking my way through?"

"Hm, I take it back since you said you didn't mind that."

Humming, he folded his hands and propped his elbows onto the railing. Neither one was a big deal for him and he'd found it rather funny how flustered she'd been once Hoseok had told her who he was. But he couldn't help it, he enjoyed teasing her over it.

"Mh, fair enough. I still forgive you for both though."

"Maybe I should've called you something worse then. Like douchebag or jerk," she mused with an arched brow only for her laugh to die down as soon as Seokjin leaned in. Narrowing the gap between them.

All of her pretend-confidence fell apart at the sudden proximity of their faces. Heaving a shaky breath, her eyes flickered to his plump lips which he noticed. And it took everything in him not to close the gap completely.

"You can call me whatever you like." His voice was deep and feathery, brushing over her flushed cheeks like a whisper only for her to hear. "But obviously not during work," he added with a laugh as he retreated, "That'd appear highly unprofessional. For both of us."

Taken aback, Yongsun watched him walking away, heading back inside without even giving her time to properly ponder over his words and their meaning.

"Wait!" She turned around abruptly. There was a lovely innocence in her round eyes. "What do you mean?"

Seokjin, however, only shrugged with an ambiguous smile. "Who knows." He opened the door then but before entering, he paused and faced her again. "You should also come inside. As beautiful as this dress is on you, it won't prevent you from catching a cold."

She frowned and looked down on her shirt dress. Only then she sensed the cool breeze surrounding them again. In all the time he'd been around she'd completely forgotten about the chillness out there.

"Uh, yeah. In a minute," she said, feeling her cheeks blushing over his, once again, subtle way of complimenting her.

He gave her a nod and disappeared through the door. Leaving Yongsun back on the dim-lit deck.

She couldn't quite figure out if the beauty of his lips was more their softness or their association with the words he spoke.

Scrunching her nose, she folded her arms on the railing, letting the wind gently tousle her blond waves. It was a pity that she began shivering now considering the beautiful view. Perhaps she should indeed get back inside before catching a cold, despite the urge to clear her mind even more after that anew intense accounter with him.

And she wondered, was it alright flirting with him like that? He might not even be in her department, but he was still another agent. And a higher-ranked one, too. Then again, he had done most of the work, really. She'd simply played along.

Shaking her head, a dry laugh left her tinted lips.

Either way, it wasn't like this would lead anywhere. They worked at different departments, on differents floors. Their paths most likely wouldn't cross again unless another joint operation happened.

And for some reason that realisation filled her with disappointment.

She wasn't usually the type of woman to feel easily attracted to men or even cared enough to give a second thought to them. But his kind eyes and enticing face did sparkle something in her. And the fact his male ego didn't seem hurt but rather took her earlier blunder with humour, was definitely a bonus point. Besides, he generally didn't seem to take himself too serious either. Both fatally opposite traits in most other men.

Yongsun was so lost in her thoughts, she didn't pay attention to the sound of the door opening again and someone stepping out. Only when fabric met her skin, wrapping around her shoulders and back, she realised she wasn't alone anymore and was ready to draw her gun when a soft laugh was heard.

"What a scaredy-cat," Seokjin teased and her eyes widened when seeing him standing there in nothing but his black button-up shirt. Her glance fell and she realised his suit jacket was drapped over her, instinctively grabbing its collar. She about to reject his offer, when meeting his warm smile.

"Thought it's better than nothing."

"T-thanks."

He gave her nod and turned around, returning to the door when he glanced at her over the shoulder. "You can return it next time we meet. I'll make sure it's soon, this is my favourite suit after all." And Yongsun's eyes widened when seeing a wink follow his words before he returned inside.

Stunned, her thoughts raced and tripped over each other.

They'd eventually meet again. Soon.

Her fingers unconsciously curled more, tightening their grip on the suit jacket.

She only hoped he was sincere. After all, she could tell he wasn't the kind of man a woman got a simple crush on. He was the kind of man you fell hard for, and the thought of that terrified her. She didn't want to fall hard for anyone at all, especially not a superior agent or someone who might not mean any of his words.

But she had always been a curious cat. And Seokjin definitely triggered her curiosity.

With a small huff, she slid her arms into the jacket. It was still warm from his body and it made her shudder. Burying her hands deep into its pockets.

Great, she thought.

Now she had a crush on her supervisor's best friend.

THE END

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s-rosie · 5 months ago

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JAVERY HCSSSSSSS #2

hiiii!!! i hope everyone is doing wonderful and taking care if themselves, with that said, i hope you like these!

jameson can rub avery’s stomach in just the right way, it gets rid of her period cramps

they make each other those aesthetic, cute, and meaningful gifts when the other is feeling shitty

they tried that “you need a hug” trend when the boyfriend jumps on the girlfriend’s back, and avery fell over and hit her nose (jameson then felt so bad, he gave her so many cuddles and kisses)

they have onesies that are stitch for jameson and angel for ave

they sing musicals together and assign each other characters to play

i hc that ave has hormone problems, so jamie will help her by holding her hair when she throws up, holding her when she gets dizzy, and giving her cuddles (not me projecting again 💀)

in their room, they have a whole corner filled with cute stuffier

they take long drives sometimes and just talk about life and scream sing their fav songs

jameson once pulled ave into a closet (😏) and oren was going crazy trying to find her because he thought she was kidnapped again (they then had to sit through a 20 minute lecture)

everyone online calls them “america’s favorite couple”

jamie loves going shopping with her and he has good fashion taste, so he will help her find outfits

one time nash told them to get a room, so jameson was like “fine maybe i will” and avery was like “fine by me” as a joke (not really) and nash was mortified

xander once dared them to play 7 minutes in heaven, and it got a bit heated

they went on a trip to nyc, and jameson taught avery how to ice skate at rockefeller rink because i hc he plays hockey

i hc ave is allergic to metal, so jamie covers all of his rings and jewelry with a clear coat so she can hold his hand, and he always makes sure to gets her hypoallergenic jewelry

they are both obsessed with combat boots, especially doc martens

they have spa dates before big events to make sure they look ✨fabulous✨

jamie and avery are the best at just dance, like if they team up against you you know its over for you

after “activities” (😏) jamie will carry her wherever she needs to go until she can walk

ave always takes the blankets and makes herself a burrito in the blankets (jamie acts annoyed but he obviously finds it adorable)

jameson loves olives, but ave hates them (the olive theory)

one time at the beginning of their relationship, she got overwhelmed by jameson touching her so she pulled away, and he felt like he did something wrong. she assured him it was ok and she just got overwhelmed so they made a secret tap that ave can do on jamie’s arm so he knoes to let go and give her space (though, she uses the tap less and less now)

at their wedding, jamie cried seeing avery walk down the isle, causing her to start crying and they met at the alter a bawling mess

they always hype each other up and stand up for each other no matter what

since i think it is pretty much cannon that jameson does nascar at this point, before his races, ave gets really scared that he will get hurt, so she will tell him things like “don’t die” and “if you die, ill kill you” and he just laughs and tells her he will be ok

at any event that either of them do, the other always brings them a gift pertaining to that event

ave is SUPER tickle ish, and jamie will tickle her sometimes until she cant breath (she pretends she hates it, but jamie kbows she loves it)

thank you so muchhhh! i hope you like these as much as i enjoyed making them. please give me some recommendations as to what yo make next. i will be busy for a while, so if i post few and far between, just know that i will be back (tho i will post more then that) so if i dont get to your request right away, just know i will eventually. thank you 😊

#the inheritance games #the brothers hawthorne #the final gambit #the hawthorne legacy #avery grambs #jameson hawthorne #averyjameson #headcannons #tig headcanons #headcanon

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uhgood-girl · 1 year ago

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i haven't had a chance to fully form this thought yet so bear with me while i explore my own brain but my immediate response to this is i think two things can be true at the same time.

this is me playing devil's advocate with both you and myself, tbh. if you do not enjoy borderline pedantic over thinking, i recommend you turn back now.

i watched the entirety of standing next to you with my jaw on the floor. beyond seeing jk in what i would consider to be the epitome of his element, the arrival of all that experience and hard work and raw talent finely honed, culminating in the absolute pop perfection that is both that song and performance... well, i've made a joke on here before about my brains inability at this stage to not insert jikook into things. i could maybe help it if i wanted to (i can stop at anytime, says the alcoholic 🥴) but i don't want to because i'm having fun and i've made friends with the brain worms. they're my brain worms, who are you take them from me.

i have also mentioned jikook being it's own form of pattern recognition drug for mine, obviously, and probably other's more neuro-spicy tendencies. once you have seen and unlocked the code, it's really hard to turn the goggles off.

so let's talk about patterns. what is a pattern? a pattern is lmao no, i'm kidding, i don't think i need to define this for you but i guess when i say pattern here i'm referring to what a lot of people often call coincidences. (have i lost you already bc of this word? i know people throw it around often here, but again, bear with me) coincidences can become patterns if they repeat enough. how many coincidences does it take to form a pattern? three, i believe, is the universally accepted number but that feels so small when i type it out, much less think about it, tbh. but i suppose in the discourse of coincidences, something that reoccurs without apparent connection, (traveling strangers who keep ending up in the same cities together, you and your friend always texting each other at the exact same time, two people in a band who keep mysteriously referencing things that connect them in a particular sort of light) bc of the unlikelieness of their serendipitous nature, it makes more sense. and because i want to discuss this in a more tangible form and i believe humans to be meddling by nature, i think coincidences become patterns, beyond the number three, when intent enters the equation.

was that a very long way to say that despite the fact that jk didn't write any of the lyrics himself and is quoted in the article above as telling people to not take things too literally that i'm still going to intuit some autobiographical meaning from them? well, yes. i guess so. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

because ✨context✨(glass closet and comp het in particular). a context that i fully admit i am abscribing to the situation myself but if you're reading this i assume you're already in this boat with me, it's your context too, at least tangentially (GUILTY, your honor) by association. the entirety of any jikook argument has to exist in this space and to have gotten here at all required taking some liberties, a certain reading between the lines that is a tightrope of wanting to respect what someone says outloud and at face value while being aware few things are ever black and white (minus the infamous couple in question bah bum tiss 🥁).

if it feels different to you bc it's something he explicity expressed, that's totally fair. i've been back and forth about it a few times myself and maybe i'll feel differently tomorrow. but rn, this is where i'm at and this is all just spitballing at the end of the day, no?

in an attempt to not be accused of only picking and choosing the lyrics that suit my (gay) agenda, it feels worth pointing out that the lines i find applicable to jikook are not literal. as in while i fully believe jk could probably do anything he set his big, beautiful heart out to do, leaving someone's body golden like the sun and moon is unlikely. ( the jikook relevance is in it's choice, why that particular metaphor) and despite being more in the realm of possibility, i don't really believe he's fucking seven days a week either. his agreeance to the use of female pronouns in some songs and even the women in his music videos are a. the comp het standard for this worldwide pop boy takeover (inarguably) and b. don't automatically negate any potential underlying queerness of the artist himself. so when he sings she (is there even anything in the lyrics beyond the pronoun itself that could only refer to a cis woman? hell, does "she" only have to refer to a cis woman in this day and age? jimin is v in touch with his anima these days, don't kink shame :P) I'm taking that as an artistic liberty the same way I'm taking something like it's deeper than the rain. and the latter rain line only stands out to me because, again, broader context.

he didn't write any of the song lyrics but he was there for every step of the production and still approved what actually made it on to the album. he didn't write there for you, the song in gcf tokyo either but i dare you to go find a jikook argument about that video that doesn't list that song and its lyrics as evidence. he didn't write them but it's definitely something he cares about and is very aware of. i doubt anything was chosen without some degree of thought. which brings us full circle back to coincidences vs patterns and intent.

do i think the lyrics a lot of us collectively recognized as jikook coded, even if you respectfully don't want to read that far into it, were a coincidence this late in the game? ain't no way lmao. our jikook roads are paved with these sort of "coincidences." you think they weren't apart of the appeal? helped boost it right to main track status? maybe if it had just been the lyrics, without any of the imagery in the video (i would love to know how much creative direction he had here too, i hope we find out) to back it up, but between that not straight red line of fate, the black swan like wings, the dancing in front of the sun painting, the two households, both alike in dignity, in fair verona where we lay our scene aka the forbidden love vibes, etc. - it's too much for this sad little hyper-fixated romantic queer, personally lol.

so, i think two things can be true at the same time! i'm sure a lot of the songs and their implications have no autobiographical meaning to them beyond a universally relatable conversation and narrative about love, i do believe him. i think based on all the responses and feedback his first releases got, making a statement such as the one in the article was a good? pr move if nothing else too and definitely in line with what we have come to expect around an industry that bts is both sort of moving away from but still restricted by at this stage. if you've read any of my other ramblings so far on this site, you'll know i operate from a place of the more smoke screen around all this (this being a potential romantic relationship between jikook) the better, bc at the end of the day i want all of bts more than anything safe, happy, and free to pursue whatever creative fancy they can dream. them building a level of plausible deniability into this sort of stuff protects them. i will remain a broken record on that point.

but bc of the larger context of jikook as a whole and my belief that jk is both clever and also a romantic at heart, i'm going to take these crumbs and go. 🚗💨 i'm not in any sort of who can be the more superior, rational delulu competition, we're all in our own little clown cars no matter your chosen dressings until proven otherwise. that's the nature of this whole shebang, bby. 🤠👉👉

def feel free to come respectfully argue with me though, i'm never here to convince anyone but i enjoy these conversations and i love other people's perspective. are you ignoring the standing next to you jikook bait?

#jikook #kookmin #she's back at it again folks #got a taste of being loud and now doesn't know how to shut up #in this essay i

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vintagepresley · 2 years ago

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68′ Comeback Special... Part 7 (After the special)

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 14,391 words

Warning: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT. Fluff, angst, cursing, fighting, time jumps, mention pills, pregnancy, rough sex, hand job in public, a bit of submissive Elvis, dominate Elvis, choking, anal, a bit daddy talk, typical Elvis stuff.

Author’s notes: Okay, I don’t even know where to begin with this one, this one is gonna take you on a journey, it’s got a bit of everything, we’ve got two time jumps, but nothing dramatic. The ✨Vegas✨ years are introduced. The story is definitely going to be taking a turn after this chapter. But I hope you guys enjoy this and I can’t wait to hear your thoughts! A song I recommend to listen to for the most romantic part of the story is My Prayer by The Platters, a song Elvis loved! Possible spelling errors!!

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With the world far away and your lips close to mine….

When it started getting late you and Elvis began to make your way back home, your head was rested against his shoulder as he drove, you glanced up at him with a smile, a small yawn escaping you. You arrived back home finally, and you couldn’t wait to get into bed, even though you tried to put on a brave face for Elvis, you were still shaken up about what happened with Red, and you could tell Elvis was still concerned for you, but you hated for him to worry. You were going to be fine. Elvis grabbed the bags from the back of the car and then the both of you walked into the house hand and hand, it was nice that the house was quiet for once the guys were still out at the amusement park. You tugged at Elvis’ hand gently as you lead the two of you upstairs to the bedroom and once you were inside, you slip off your shoes, wanting to just take a shower and scrub off the feeling of Red’s hands that were all over. You turned around to face Elvis who was setting your shopping bags down, planting a small kiss to his lips. “I’m going to shower, baby.” You said softly. He nodded with a smile, stealing another kiss from your lips and before you could walk away, he grabbed your hand. “Are you sure you’re okay, honey?” he asked with concern in his voice. A small smile formed on your lips, nodding your head slowly, you loved how concerned he was for you, it was sweet. “I promise, I’m okay.” You said softly and he nodded letting your hand go, you grabbed your white slip dress nightgown and headed into the bathroom.

Even though Elvis had calmed down he was still furious at Red and if he ever saw him again, he knew he’d kill him. He was always one to forgive people no matter what, but not this time. He wanted Red gone, completely gone and if Sonny had a problem with that, he’d fire him as well. While you were in the bathroom, you felt relieved to finally have a moment alone, you turned the shower on, exhaling slowly and trying to shake off the events of tonight. You didn’t know what you’d do without Elvis, he was so protective and the way he came to your rescue in a flash and took Red down, though in that moment you were so scared, but thinking about it now, it was kind of hot the way he defends your honor. You took off your makeup and began to undress, hopping into the shower. While Elvis waited for you, he changed out of his clothes into his pajamas, he switched the tv on and climbed into bed. Once you finished showering and did your usual night routine and then grabbed your nightgown, pulling it over your head and slipping it on and soothing it out before you walked out of the bathroom.

You smiled at the sight of Elvis who was sat up in bed and already smiling ear to ear when he saw you emerge from the bathroom, you could tell he really liked your nightgown because his eyes followed you like a hawk as you walked over to the bed, climbing into it beside him and you scooted closer to him, wrapping your arms around his torso, snuggling into his side, leaning up to press a small kiss against his chin. “Hi.” you say softly with a smile. He chuckled a bit, leaned down to press several kisses to your lips, his left arm a wrapping around your waist while his right hand moved to rest against your bare thigh, his fingertips playing with the light fabric of your nightgown. “Hi, darlin’.” He said in a low tone, his accent thick, his hand brushing gently against your thigh, you glanced down at his hand and you noticed that his knuckles were a bit bruised from hitting Red. You brought your hand down to run your fingertips over it. “You should probably put some ice on this, honey. Let me go grab you some.” You say as you began to wiggle out of his arms and scooting off the bed, but before you could go anywhere you felt Elvis’ hands on your waist pulling you, plopping you back down beside him. You let out a soft giggle. “Elvis, let me go get the ice!” you exclaim. “I don’t need no ice, baby. I’ll be fine.” He said with a grin.

You rolled your eyes at him playfully. “You don’t want it to swell, Elvis.” You say, taking his hand into yours, gently rubbing your fingertips over his knuckles and then bringing his hand up to your lips and pressing soft kisses to it. He smiled down at you, kissing the side of your head. “I appreciate the concern, little one. But I’m perfectly fine. I’m just worried ‘bout you.” He said as he wrapped his arms back around you. You smiled, reaching a hand up to delicately brush against his face. “I know, honey. But I’m okay now, I just want to forget about that.” You say as you leaned toward him capturing his soft lips in a sweet kiss. You pulled away with a smile and laid down, rolling onto your side, your back was facing him and wiggling close to him as your way of telling him you wanted to cuddle and you felt his body weight shifting beside you in bed as he laid down, a smile on his lips as he watched you, noticing how your nightgown rode up your thighs. He pulled you into his arms, his body pressing up against your own and you let out a soft yawn as you rested your arms over his and he buried his face into your hair, his chin resting slight against your shoulder, holding you tight. You suddenly feel one his hands lingering down the front of your nightgown, pushing it up a bit and rubbing his hand against your right inner thigh, you raised an eyebrow as you glanced down at his hand.

“Elvis..” you say softly. “Hm?” he mutters innocently against your neck. “What are you doing?” you asked. He chuckled softly. “I just need somethin’ to help me sleep.” He said with a smirk. You shook your head at his words. “Oh, I’m guessing that something is me?” you laughed softly. “Mhm, please...” he mumbled. You loved that Elvis just constantly wanted you without fail, no matter what you did, no matter what you wore, he just always wanted you. Of course, he always made it hard to say no to him, especially with the way he made you feel. So, he always got his way. “Fine, baby.” You say trying to play hard to get. He grinned at your words and now he was pushing your nightgown up further, revealing your bare ass, his hand running up and down your thigh slowly, you bit down on your bottom lip as you felt his hand all over your thighs, when he moved his hand between your legs, he was inches away from the heat between them. You hated that he had the ability to make you wet without really doing anything, hated that you were always putty in his hands and that all you wanted was for him to fuck you senseless all the time. Your body just constantly needed his attention.

He pressed small kisses to the back of your neck as he slowly moved his hand up closer to your now throbbing wet heat, anticipating his next move, once he reached your pussy he lightly brushed his fingers over it and he smirked to himself when he felt a bit of your slick against his fingers, he pulled his hand away and reached down to pull his pajama pants down just enough to pull out his cock that was already hard and you felt it right up against your ass, you let out a soft whine at the feeling of it, brushing your ass up against it slowly and feeling the tip slip between your ass cheeks, Elvis let out a soft groan as he grabbed his cock, and guided it between your thighs, letting it brush up against your pussy. “Mm.. Elvis, don’t tease me, baby..” you whined softly. “Shhh…” he whispered, using his free hand to brush some of your hair out of your face, he grabbed your hips and slowly rocked you back and forth against him, his cock pumping in and out between your thighs and against your pussy, your slick lubing up the length of his cock and each time he pumped himself between them the slick that coated his cock was now smearing all over your inner thighs, he let out another soft groan at the exact moment that you let out another soft whine, he wasn’t even fucking you yet but somehow he was already driving you crazy.

As he continued to rock your hips slowly against him, he began to move in the same rhythm, each time his cock slide between your thighs and you felt the tip of his cock brush against your wet heat the noises that escaped you only grew louder, you placed your hand over his squeezing it tightly as the two of you moved together, the noises each of you made filling the silence of the room. Elvis moved his hand down from your waist and in between your legs, taking two of his fingers and sliding them between your dripping pussy and the moment you felt them against your sensitive clit your body practically jolted at the feeling, that you moaned out louder, he gently rubbed his two fingers against your clit in circular motions and now he was pumping his cock between your thighs at a steadier pace. You tilted your head back against him, lifting your hand up and bringing it back to rest against his head, tangling your fingers in his hair. He was making such a mess on your thighs between your slick and the precum that dripped from his cock, it was only turning you on more so much so that you just needed him to fuck you already. “E-Elvis… Please… Enough teasing...” you whimpered.

He smirked at your words and he let his fingers linger over your clit once more before he moved his hand down further between your legs and grabbed his cock, slowly guiding it between your folds and carefully entering you, a soft groan escaping him, your eyes rolled back some when you felt the head of cock inside of you and then he pushed himself inside further, your walls tightening ever so slightly around him, he moved his hand to grab a hold of your thigh lifting it up just a bit as he began to pump himself inside of you at a steady and fast pace, his soft lips pressing small kisses against your shoulder and down your arm, his groans vibrating against your skin, his hand holding your leg up tighten its grip around you. You were in complete bliss, your moans coming out in droves, and you turned your head to bury your face into the pillow, bringing your hand down from his hair and gripping onto his forearm tight, your nails digging into his skin. His other hand was combing through your hair gently, he kissed his way back up to your neck, burying his face there as he started to slam your hips back against his, the angle that you were fucking had his cock hitting places he hadn’t before, you didn’t want him to stop.

“Darlin’ you’re making such a mess…” he whispered into your ear. His words like silk causing shivers to run down your spine, but he wasn’t wrong, your body had succumbed to his very touch when he was teasing you that the liquid that gathered between your legs was heavy and the moment, he put himself inside you, it all came pooling out onto his cock. He lifted your leg a bit higher as his movements became rougher and his cock pumped deep inside of you, you moaned out his name over and over, the words coming out muffled against the pillows, while your other hand was gripping the sheets, he was kissing your neck softly his groans becoming louder along with his breathing, you could feel his sweat from his face dripping down onto you, his cold room suddenly felt like someone had turned the heat all the way up, but it was just the warmth of your bodies together radiating off the passion between the two of you. Your orgasm burning a hole inside of you as he built up something fierce, itching to get to the surface.

Elvis’ lips lingered over your ear, leaving soft kisses over it and his groans were coming out directly against it and that only turned you on more hearing how much you satisfied him. “H-H-Honey, are you close? Because I-I’m about to cum…” he moaned out. You nodded at his words slowly, you loved the moments when you came together, the intimacy of it was everything. “W-We’ll cum together, baby…” you managed to say between your moans. You let go of the bed sheets and reached up to grab his hand that was in your hair and bringing it down toward your face, intertwining your fingers together and pressing soft kisses to the back of his hand. He smirked at your words, and he held you still now as he slammed his cock into you, your hand that was still holding onto his arm began to tighten around it, your moans were becoming crying whimpers the further he pushed you toward your orgasm, and you felt his body shaking against yours as the two of you were approaching the edge of your passion and the two of moved effortlessly together trying to make the other one cum, the noises coming from each of you louder than before, your bodies tensing up, your heavy breathing filling the air and without fail you both reached your ecstasy at the same time, his cock filling you up with his cum as you made even bigger mess on him with your own.

Your bodies still moving together as you rode out your highs and finally coming to a slow stop, the only thing you could hear was the heavy breathing coming from the two of you, your bodies still glued together. He let go of your leg and wrapped his arm around your waist, kissing your neck sloppily, you held onto him tight. “Wow…” you muttered out almost speechless. He chuckled softly at your words, as he reached down to pull himself out of you, you let out a soft noise feeling empty without him. “Fuck.. That was amazing.” He mumbled with a grin on his face. You slowly turned in his arms to face him, reaching up to cup his face in your hands and kissing him softly, he returned your loving kisses. You pulled away just enough to speak. “You better get the best sleep of your life after that.” you said playfully. “Mm, I will.” He said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes, planting another quick kiss to his lips before pulled away from him, managing to slip out of his arms. “Now I have to go clean myself up because of you.” You said as you glared at him playfully, you climbed out of the bed, soothing and fixing your nightgown, he laughed a bit as he watched you walk into the bathroom.

He rolled over onto his back, pulling his pajama pants back up and pulling the blankets over himself as he let out a soft yawn as he waited for you. You walked out of the bathroom moments later and you smiled when you saw he was already asleep, you giggled softly thinking about the fact that you literally fucked him to sleep. You carefully climbed back into bed, sliding underneath the blankets with him and you leaned over to kiss his cheek softly as you snuggled up close to him and wrapped an arm around his torso, your head resting against his chest. The sound of his heart beating echoing in your ear as you fell asleep.

December 3, 1968 – California

You’ve been living at Graceland for a few months now and you’ve fallen into a nice routine, and you felt like this was your home more than ever now. You were even more excited to decorate for Christmas with Elvis, he told you how it was his favorite holiday and that made you even happier especially with it being your first Christmas together. Things between you and Elvis were great and sometimes you had a small fight, but you had been working on communicating better with each other and working on Elvis’ anger issues. But there was a new problem at hand… The assortment of pills. You had never noticed before, but that’s because he never took them around you. But he started taking his sleeping pills often and sometimes would offer you some and a few others, which you’ve only done twice and didn’t like it. But when you tried to question him about them, he immediately got defensive and would pull out his PDR medical books, mansplaining everything he was taking. So, you just let it go… For now. You had flown out to California with him while he was working on his new movie “The Trouble with Girls”. He had grown out his sideburns more while doing this role, you were loving it. He looked handsome as always. You had been out there for about two months, you were happy to be back home, but Memphis had grown on you and sometimes you would become homesick for it. You’d always visit Elvis on set, but the Colonel wasn’t happy about that. You had gotten to know him a bit more and he wasn’t too fond of you because he felt you took up a lot of Elvis’ time and were a distraction because in between takes Elvis would come over and ask you what you thought about the scene, his acting or if he should say a line differently. Elvis tried to reason with him but like most of time Elvis listened to the Colonel and hesitantly had asked that you not come around the set too much. You were upset but you knew it wasn’t Elvis.

So, you spent most of your time visiting with your parents or hanging out with some of your friends if you weren’t at the home Elvis had in California while he was on set. But he was going to be finishing shooting today early because today was an important day, it was the day the Comeback Special was premiering on NBC tonight. You and Elvis had made plans to watch it together along with the guys of course. Which you didn’t mind, but you wanted to watch it with just him since it held a special place for the both of you a day that you’d never forget. Sometimes when he was around the guys he acted like a different person, you noticed that especially in California. But nonetheless you were excited, and you even wore the exact outfit that you had worn the first time you laid eyes on each other. You had prepared some snacks and a bit of food with the help of some of the cooks he hired, getting the living room ready for tonight and making sure everyone had a place to sit because you knew some of the guys would be bringing their wives. Once you had finished up getting the snacks ready and setout you happened to hear the front door open and then Elvis’ voice following right after, the biggest smile formed on your lips, and you came running out of the living room to him.

When he saw you running out of the living room, a sly grin formed on his lips, and he chuckled a bit. “There’s my girl.” He said happily. You smiled, composing yourself, soothing your dress out after making that dramatic entrance, the guys and their wives all saying hello to you before disappearing to other parts of the house and once they all walked away, you wrapped your arms around Elvis’ shoulders, standing on your tiptoes and pressing a kiss to his lips. He returned your kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist, he still had that white suit on that he was wearing for the film, and you thought he looked so sexy in it. “How was it on the set today?” you muttered softly. “It was good, tomorrow we’ll shooting the scenes with me singing.” He said pressing another kiss to your lips. You smiled you knew he hated singing in his movies but by this point he was used to it and you kind of liked some of the songs. “Can I come and watch tomorrow, please?” you said with a pout. “Y’know the Colonel will complain about how much of a distraction you are for me, baby.” He said with a chuckle, but he saw you pouting more and giving him those innocent eyes of yours that he could never say no to. “Aw, hell, honey… Alright, you can come. I’ll deal with the colonel.” He said with a smile. “Thank you!” you exclaimed, kissing his cheek and then you pulled away from him and stepped back so he could get a good look at you as you gestured at the dress you were wearing.

“Remember this?” you said with a grin. You could see the smirk forming on his lips as it took him back to that day of filming the special and he nodded his head slowly. “How can I forget? You in that lil’ number staring at me on that tiny stage…” he says as he steps closer to you, wrapping his right arm around your waist and pulling you against him and his face got close to yours as you felt his hand move down to your ass. “And me thinking about all the ways I wanted to ruin you…” he whispered with a smirk. You felt yourself becoming flustered at his words and you quickly looked around hoping no one heard him. You brought your hands up to rest against his chest, staring up at him longingly. He was purposely pressing you right up against him. “Elvis, we can’t right now… “ you muttered softly, biting at your bottom lip. He smirked giving your ass a gentle slap. “Mm, alright, baby...” He mumbled, kissing your lips softly. It took everything in you not to rip his clothes off right then and there, you returned his soft kiss, trying to get a hold of yourself.

“The special will be starting in a bit. You better go get changed, honey.” You said happily. He nodded with a smile, pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead before he pulled away making his way to the bedroom and you watched him with a smile before heading into the living room where the guys were hanging out and already getting into the snacks. You smiled when you saw Jerry, you were glad things weren’t weird between the two of you after that party months ago. You both had grown quite close, and you consider him a good friend. You talked with him a bit and then to the few of the wives who you started getting along with as well, Elvis finally emerged from the bedroom and when you saw him walking into the living room you excitedly made your way over to him, taking his hand. “C’mon, C’mon, it’s going to start soon!” you say happily. He chuckles softly as he followed you to the couch and he sat down, you plopped down right beside him. He wrapped his arm around your torso, pulling you close to him. Joe had gotten up and grabbed the remote turning the channel to NBC and he turned off the lights, the glow from the television illuminating the room. Everyone was quite excited, but you could tell Elvis was a bit nervous to watch because his leg was shaking, you reached a hand over to place it over his thigh to stop his shaking and looked up at him with a smile. “It’s okay, it’s going to be amazing.” You whispered.

He smiled back at you and leaned over to kiss your cheek. “Thank you, baby.” He muttered. Everyone took a seat and got comfortable as the special began to start and the biggest smile formed on your lips from excitement the moment you saw him on the screen, glancing up at him. “You look so handsome.” You said softly with a small giggle. He smiled at your words, shaking his head. You bit down on bottom lip the moment you saw him in the leather outfit, sweating and groaning all over the stage. It immediately took you back to that day and the way he fell to his knees in front of you, locking eyes. You hated how much this was turning you on with a room full of people, but you couldn’t help it. All you could think about was that night you were brought back to his dressing room and the filthy things you did together that day. You glanced back up at Elvis who was watching the television and then you glanced down at his pants, suddenly getting an idea and you looked around to see that everyone was distracted by the tv and you moved your hand that was on his thigh up further, brushing your hand against his crotch and you felt him shift in his seat, glancing down at you with a furrowed brow.

You were staring up at him now your eyes locking one another’s as you sneakily unbuttoned his pants, he reached down to grab your hand with a curious look on his face and leaned down toward you. “W-What are you doing?” he whispered. “Nothingggg…” you whispered, looking at him innocently. He shook his head at you. “Not here…” he mumbled. You pouted at his words, and you looked around for a moment and you smirked as you got up and grabbed a blanket, plopping back down beside him and covering you both with it and you acted as if you were cuddling with him, slowly slipping your hand into his pants. “What about now?” you whispered, brushing your hand gently along the length of his cock. He began to shift in his seat again, clearing his throat to try to hide the soft groan that escaped him as he looked around the room. “B-Baby…” he whispered. You smirked at him and leaned up to kiss his lips. “Shhh.. I want to show you how proud I am of you, honey.” you mumbled, turning your attention back to the television, acting as if nothing was happening as you wrapped your hand around his cock and slowly began to pump it slowly.

You could hear the muffled groans escaping him and the way he tried to mask it with clearing his throat as he squirmed in his seat. “You good, EP?” Jerry asked. Elvis smiles and nods his head a bit, he was doing his best to try to act normal. “Hey Joe, could you turn the volume up a bit louder?” you asked, and you watched as he turned the sound up on the tv and you looked up at Elvis with a grin, leaning up to whisper in his ear. “I want to hear you groan for me, baby.” You said with a soft giggle, resting your head against his shoulder, your nails dragging slowly up and down the length of his cock that was getting hard in the palm your hand and that only turned you on more feeling every inch of him growing from your very touch. His groans escaping him quietly as he tried to focus on the tv. You pulled your hand out of his pants, placing your hand over your mouth, pretending to yawn but really you were spitting into your hand and then you carefully guided your hand back down his pants, grabbing his cock and pumping it in your hand at a faster pace, coating his cock in your saliva, he shut his eyes, burying his face into your hair as he tried to muffle his groans.

You brought your other hand up to comb your fingers through his hair gently with a smirk on your face, the entire time you’re watching the special unable to take your eyes off him in that leather suit, remembering the feeling of it against your skin, the way it felt when you dry humped him, now your hand was jerking him off even faster, you wanted him to cum all over his pants the way he did backstage for you then. “Fuck…” he whispered. He couldn’t believe he was letting you do this in a room full of people, he didn’t know what else to do but hide his face especially because he was becoming flustered because of how nervous he was that any of the guys may notice. But no one was paying attention and the television was loud enough that his groans were hardly noticeable. You tilted your head up a bit toward him, smirking. “Remember when you fucked me backstage and I had nothing on but these knee-high socks you love…” you whispered in his ear, crossing your leg over the other so he could see the socks. He peered down at your legs, gazing over your thighs and the socks and that was only turning him on more, you could feel his cock pulsing more in your hand.

You grinned, pressing a kiss to his cheek softly, as you stroked his cock slow and long. “You made me yours that night… Every part of me…” You whispered, grabbing his hand, and guiding it up your dress so he could feel how wet you were for him, pressing his hand firmly against your panties. “How many times have you jerked off to that film we made, hm?” you whispered teasingly in his ear. You could hear him groaning louder against your neck. “Tell me, baby…” you whispered demandingly. “I-I… A few times…” he mumbled out nearly breathless, he tilted his head back against the couch, his eyes rolling back. He tried to play it off as if he was falling asleep, you could tell he is getting ready to cum, a pleasing smirk on your lips. “Look at me, baby… I wanna see your face when you cum for me…” you whispered, stroking the head of his cock slowly, feeling his precum drip onto your hand. He tilted his head forward at your words, licking his lips as he stared at you. “Good boy… I want you to cum all your pants for me…” you mumbled. You knew forcing him to be submissive would turn him on more.

“C’mon, baby…” You whispered directly in his ear, pressing your lips against it. You felt his hand between your legs suddenly grip your thigh tight, pursing his lips as his breathing became uncontrollably heavy and his groans turning to moans as the tension in him built up and without warning he came all over his pants and your hand, the warm liquid dripping down the palm of your hand, you could feel him shaking beneath your touch. The biggest smirk on your face as you slowly pulled your hand out of his pants, glancing around the room to see everyone’s attention was still on the television and you began to lick his cum off your fingers, staring directly at him and he watched you in complete awe, when you finished he leaned over to kiss your lips to taste himself on you, you giggled softly against his lips. “Such a good boy...” you mumbled against them.

Much like that night backstage at the Comeback Special, you two surely weren’t going to forget this night either. He buttoned his pants back up, clearing his throat as he tried to act like nothing just happened, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as the two of you continued to watch the television, you cuddled up against him the two of you unsuspecting of what you just did and the very thrill of it was a turn on. As you continued to watch the special you were so proud of him especially for standing his ground with the colonel when it came to singing ‘If I Can Dream’. You looked up at him with an adoring and proud smile, you knew things were only going to get better for him from here. He was going to tour and get back out on stage performing for his fans, you knew it was all he dreamed of after so many years. There was no doubt in your mind that things were about to get crazy for him…

July 31, 1969 – Las Vegas

It had been a year since you and Elvis have been together, a lot has happened and you were really starting to see the craziness of Elvis’ life, you accompanied a few months back on another movie set for what would be one of his last films, ‘Change Of Habit’ a film you actually thought was pretty different from the others you seen and he didn’t mind it himself. After that things were slowly taking off, he signed his contract back in April for the new International Hotel that was finally built. While he rehearsed and prepared for the big moment you went back and forth from the recording studio in California to Graceland. Sometimes he’d have you come out and sometimes he wanted you home looking over the house and keeping Dodger company, which you loved because the two of you bonded. Your relationship was blossoming with another, you spent your first Christmas together, Graceland at Christmas was something out of a movie, Elvis also spoiled you like crazy, especially when your 21st birthday rolled around. He went all out even though you told him not to, but what you loved the most was that you really started to connect on a deeper level with one another, you even started reading some of his books with him and showing interest in them. He’d read passages to you from The Impersonal Life almost every night. You spoke of marriage here and there and the longer you were together the more you were coming around to the idea of it. You also noticed he wasn’t as dependent on his pills once he became busier with work that he was passionate about and seeing that made you so happy.

Today was a big day for him, it was his first show at the International and he had flown you out to Vegas to meet him, you were overjoyed and completely over the moon about seeing him perform. You knew he’d be nervous, but you had no doubt that he was going to kill it. You also had some news of your own to share with him and you weren’t sure how he was going to take it because you were still processing it yourself. Jerry and Vernon were waiting for you at the airport once you had landed, you hadn’t seen Jerry in a while because he started working in Hollywood and doing his own thing, so when you saw him, you ran up to him and gave him a hug. “It’s so nice to see you, Jerry!” you exclaimed. He smiled giving you a big hug. “It’s nice to see you too, y/n. How are you?” he smiled, pulling back. “I’m wonderful, just very excited to see Elvis. I want to hear all about what you’ve been up to.” You said happily. He chuckled, nodding his head and he led you over to the car, opening the door for you and went over to grab the rest of your luggage and loading it into the trunk of the car before he got back inside the car.

Once you got inside you saw Vernon and you smiled, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. You and Vernon got on well, he was a quiet man most of the time, but very kind and told you countless times about how much he liked you for Elvis. You were so excited to Elvis and nervous, it had been almost two months since you’ve seen each other, you spoke on the phone nearly every day, but you missed him like crazy, but you knew he had been very busy so just him taking the time to call you made you happy. You wore a special outfit for him a long-sleeved floral mini dress and a pair of heels and wore your hair down the way he liked and your makeup all pretty, the excitement building up as you drove down the Vegas strip, you never been to Vegas before, and you were amazed by everything and quite overwhelmed. When the car pulled up to the front of the international hotel you were in awe of how big and fancy it was, and Vernon pointed up at the top of the building. “There’s Elvis’ suite up there..” he said softly. You beamed in amazement. The car door was opening now, and Jerry was helping you out the car, you smiled still looking up at the hotel and then you saw some of the other guys coming to help Jerry with your things and Vernon gestured for you to come with him, so you followed behind him into the hotel and the guys soon following suit with your belongings.

Your heart was racing the closer you got to seeing Elvis and when you approached the double doors to his suite, you were biting on your bottom lip and the moment Vernon opened those doors, you had to pick your jaw up from the floor if you thought the outside of the hotel was fancy, his room was even fancier. When you walked inside you seen Elvis standing in front of the windows of his suite, staring out at the Vegas skyline, he turned around and he smiled widely at the sight of you. You were nearly breathless at the sight of him, he looked beautiful as ever and tan. He was wearing a brown suit, his chest on display as he only had one button done up and no under shirt on and to tie the whole outfit together, he had flashy belt on to match. His hair was a bit messy the sideburns a bit more grown out from the last time you saw him. He looked so sexy. He was staring at you with the same thoughts in his head, thinking about how beautiful you looked. The guys sat your luggage in the suite, and you turned to watch them all walk out along with Vernon, shutting the doors behind them.

The moment those doors closed you dropped your purse and the bag you were holding and you ran over to him excitedly, throwing your arms around his shoulders, practically clinging to him as he hugged his arms around your waist, he pressed several kisses to your face until he reached your lips and the two of you kissed passionately, you let out a soft whimper against his lips as the two of you continued to kiss, your hands tangling in his hair and you felt you could melt right into him with how much you missed him, his touch, his kisses. He pulled back to look at you with the biggest smile on his face, he cupped your face in his hands as he stared at you lovingly. “My god, I missed you so much, baby. You look beautiful.” He said with a smile. You blushed at his words, resting your hands against his chest, your fingertips playing with the fabric of his suit jacket as you stared up at him. “I missed you so much, too. You have no idea. You look good, baby. Who’s been taking care of you? I’ll have to thank her.” You said jokingly with a laugh. He narrowed his eyes at you with a smirk, chuckling softly. “Hush, I’ve been takin’ care of myself.” He said with a grin. You smiled, leaning up to kiss his lips again.

“How about you, honey? How’s my girl, been?” he said brushing some of your hair out of your face. “I’ve been good. Just spending a lot of time with Dodger, horseback riding and missing you.” You smiled, you wanted to mention your other news, but you weren’t sure where to even begin and you didn’t want to give him anymore to be nervous about. He smiled at your words. “I’m so happy you’re here, I can’t wait for you to see the show tonight. But first things first… A tour.” He said with a chuckle. You giggled softly, taking his hand into yours as he led the way through his suite, some of the decor wasn’t far off from his own at Graceland, when you got to the bedroom it was just as cold as the one back home. He sat you down on the bed with him and you couldn’t stop smiling, he rested his index finger beneath your chin, leaning toward you to kiss you softly, you returned his kiss, as you scooted closer to him. “I wish we had time to properly celebrate you being here…” he said with a smirk. You laughed softly at his words, taking his hands into yours. “Me too… I’ve missed all of you…” you said with a grin, brushing your hand playfully over the bulge in his pants. Elvis chuckled, glancing down at your hand with a sly smirk on his face. “Mm… He’s missed you too.” He said teasingly.

You shook your head with a laugh, slipping your arm around his and resting your head against his shoulder, staring up at his handsome face. “When do you have to start getting ready?” you asked curiously. “Well, I’ve got a rehearsal in about an hour and a half.” He said with a smile. You nodded at his words. “Why don’t we order up some lunch? It could be like a little date.” You beamed. “I like that idea.” He smiled, kissing your cheek and he got up and grabbed the phone to order room service, he held the phone against his chest as he whispered, “What are you hungry for?” he asked. “I’ll have whatever you’ll have, baby.” You said softly, he nodded at your words and held the phone up to his ear, he asked for two orders of hamburgers with fries and two cokes, he thanked the person on the other line and then hung up. He held his hand out to you, you grabbed it standing it up from the bed, smiling as you followed him out of the bedroom and into the main part of the suite.

He went over to put some music on the record player, it was an old song that began to play softly in the background, My Prayer by The Platters, he turns to you with a smile, gesturing for you come over to him. You slowly walked over wondering what he was up to, he pulled you into his arms and taking your hand in his as he began to lead you in a slow dance, he started singing along with the song, but he was doing it in such a silly way, and you couldn’t help but giggle at him as you danced along with him, resting your other hand on his shoulder. You listened to the lyrics of the song, you smiled widely as you stared up at him, the song was so romantic and though it was your first time hearing it, it was never going to be a song you forgot, you pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. “I love you.” You mumbled. He smiled at your words. “I love you, too.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, pulling you closer against him as he started to just hum the song softly to you as you continued to dance, your head resting against his chest. The song slowly fading out as it came to an end. You tilted your head up to look at him again. “Elvis, I have something to tell-“ before you could get the rest of your sentence out there was a loud knock on the door.

Elvis grinned. “Hold that thought, I think that’s the food.” He said, kissing your forehead before he pulled away and walked over to answer the door, you nodded slowly watching him thank the bellhop and giving him a handsome tip. He shut the door closed and came wheeling the cart of food over to you, you took a seat on the couch as you watched him set the plates and the drinks on the table in front of you and then plopping down beside you, wrapping his arm around your torso. “Now what were you sayin’, honey? You had somethin’ to tell me?” he smiled. You suddenly got nervous, and you cleared your throat. “Oh, uh.. I completely forgot what it was, but I’m sure it’ll come back to me.” You laughed softly, grabbing your coke, and taking a sip of it nervously. He chuckled and nodded at your words, kissing the side of your head, and then beginning to eat his food. You grabbed your plate setting it on your lap and eating a few of the fries, the sight of the hamburger was making you nauseous. Elvis glanced over at you with a furrowed brow. “You okay, baby?” he asked. You looked at him and nodded with a smile. You set your plate back on the table and you stood up from the couch. “I’m just going to run to the bathroom really quick, honey.” You said calmly, brushing your hand over his hair. He nodded unable to speak because his mouth was full.

You decided to go to the bathroom in the bedroom so he wouldn’t be able to hear and the moment you shut the door, you rushed over to the toilet, pulling the seat up and pulling your hair back as you began to vomit, placing your hand over your stomach and taking a deep breath, once you were finished you stood back up, putting the seat back down and flushing the toilet, you walked over to the sink to wash your hands and clean your face off. You looked at yourself in the mirror and shaking your head knowing that you were going to have to tell him, tell him what you’ve been keeping a secret for weeks... You were pregnant. But he had so much that was going on already with his first show, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do that. After the show... That’s when I’ll tell him... Once you had gotten yourself together again, you walked back out of the bathroom and into the living room, smiling at him. “Everything okay, honey?” he asked. “Yeah, of course.” You said as you sat back down next to him, eating a few more of your fries and sipping on your coke. “Can you play that song again for me, baby?” you asked sweetly. “Of course.” He said with a smile, getting up and walking over to the record player, replaying the song.

You smiled happily as the song began to play again, the butterflies it suddenly made you feel because Elvis obviously played it for you for a reason, he started singing along to it again, you felt like you could melt right there from the sound of his voice. Then you heard another knock at the door and that snapped you out of your dream like state. “Hey, EP, we’ve gotta start rehearsal.” You overheard Charlie say from the other side of the door. “I’ll be there in a minute!” Elvis shouted to him, and Elvis walked over to you, kneeling in front of you. “Aw, hell, I’m sorry, baby.. I’ve gotta go. But I’ve got an outfit for you to wear tonight. It’s in the closet.” He said with a smile. “That’s okay, honey. Oh, a new outfit? I can’t wait to see it!” You leaned forward kissing his lips softly and you could hear Charlie knocking on the door again. “You better go…” you whispered against his lips. “Yeah... I’ll see you at the show tonight.” he said stealing another kiss from your lips before he stood back up. “Goddammit, I’m coming!” he shouted as he made his way to the door, heading out.

Once he left you got up from the couch and went over to the record player, playing the same song over again and then you went into the bedroom to see the outfit Elvis bought for you, you opened the closet and hanging on the back of the door was a two-piece white fringe top and a mini skirt and then sat on the floor were white open-toed flats that wrapped up around your calves, you smiled to yourself thinking it was such a cute outfit. You grabbed it out of the closet and set it on the bed. You headed into the bathroom to freshen up, taking a nice long shower and once you were finished you stepped out grabbing one of the robes that hung on the back of the door, wrapping yourself in it and tying the front. You went out to main part of the suite grabbing your makeup bag that sat by the door, walking back into the bedroom to get started on your makeup, once you finished with that you went and got dressed, while you were taking your robe off, you glanced down at your stomach in the mirror that hung in the bedroom, letting out a soft sigh as your mind began drift.

Mid June / Early July, 1969

Elvis had left in the beginning of June, you really wanted to go, but he had suggested for you to stay home because he was going to be too busy getting things ready for his opening night and handling his business and the talks of a concert documentary, though you wanted to fight him on the decision… you didn’t. Before he left that evening the two of you had made love it was the most passionate, you’d ever been with one another because of how long you were going to be apart. The only thing that made being apart easier was that he called you every night and you’d speak on the phone for hours, mostly since Elvis’ insomnia started up again once he had gotten to Vegas, so sometimes you’d stay on the phone all night until you fell asleep. You counted down the days, the weeks that passed, taking care of the house, and looking out for Dodger. Sometimes a few of the guy’s wives would come over and you’d all hangout and it was a nice distraction. About three weeks had passed and you noticed that your period was late, but you didn’t panic this time because you’ve been late before, and it turned out to be nothing.

So, you didn’t think too much about it until two more weeks had passed and you were still late. Now you were worried and thought it was best to take a pregnancy test just in case, you were still somewhat sure that it was probably just a fluke, but that afternoon you had called up Jerry’s girlfriend Sandy, who you’ve grown quite close to since they started dating because you two were so close in age and you knew if you went down to drugstore to buy a test, the word would spread that Elvis may be expecting a child because everyone at this point in Memphis always saw you and Elvis together and it was well-known that you were his girlfriend and the last thing you wanted was for some crazy rumor to start and you remember Elvis telling you about being careful about the things you do. You waited nervously as you heard the line shrilling on the other end, then you heard the line pick up. “Hello?” Sandy answers. “Sandy, Hello! It’s y/n.” you say. “Oh, hi! Is everything alright?” she asked. “Oh, yeah, everything’s fine… I just.. I have a favor to ask…” you say. “Sure, what is it?” she asked happily. “Well�� Would you be able to buy two pregnancy tests for me from the drugstore?” you said softly. You could hear her gasp quietly and now she was whispering over the phone. “Oh my god, are you??” she asked curiously.

“I-I don’t know, but I’m about three or four weeks late… I would go and get the test myself, but –“ Sandy suddenly interrupts you. “No, no, I understand. Does anyone else know, does Elvis?” she asked. “Not yet, I don’t want to distract him, but I wouldn’t even know how to tell him.” You say. “That’s understandable. Alright, I’ll head down to the drugstore and then I’ll be over. So, give me about twenty minutes.” She says. “Okay, thank you so much, Sandy!” you exclaim. “No problem! I’ll see you in a bit.” She says before hanging up. You let out a sigh of relief, but you felt your stomach was in knots from how nervous you were as you waited patiently for Sandy to arrive, you paced back and forth in the living room. Twenty minutes had gone by and you heard a knock at the door, you quickly ran to answer it, seeing it was Sandy and you quickly pulled her into the house and the both of you hurried upstairs to Elvis’ bedroom. Sandy hands you a small bag. “I got you three just in case, you never know with these things...” she said.

You smiled at her and nodded, you were so happy to have a friend like her and being able to trust her. “Thank you, Sandy.” You gave her a tight hug. “Did you want me to stay?” she asked. “Would you, please?” you pulled back with a smile, she nodded her head with a smile and then took a seat in the chair that sat beside the bed. You took a deep breath and then walked into the bedroom, shutting the door behind you, you nervously dumped the bag out onto the counter, so many thoughts running through your head about the real possibility of you being pregnant and not knowing what you were going to do, or how you were going to tell Elvis and most of all… Your parents. You weren’t married, hell not even engaged. You knew you’d probably face some backlash for this, you knew you should’ve been more careful, but sometimes Elvis never pulled out, he also didn’t want you on birth control, you tried to bring that up to him and he was very against it and began lecturing you about the effects from his PDR books. So, you knew never to bring that up to him again.

You eventually emerged from the bathroom, having peed on all three tests and you left them on the countertop, you let out a soft exhale. “Okay, now we wait for five minutes.” You say nervously, plopping down onto the bed. “What are you going to do if it is positive? Have you and Elvis spoken about children?” Sandy asks. You shrugged your shoulders a bit. “I’ll have to tell him and just figure it out from there, we had a brief conversation last year, but nothing serious. I know he wants kids, though.” You say quietly. “What about you? Do you want kids right now?” she asked. “I-I don’t know…” you say with a soft sigh, glancing over at the alarm clock and seeing that five minutes had gone by, you stood up from the bed, the knots in your stomachs were back as your nerves took over again. “Here we go..” you say as you walk into the bathroom, Sandy gets up and follows behind you standing in the doorway. You exhaled sharply and picking up each test one by one to see the results, you stayed silent, you felt like the room was spinning now.

“What? What do they say?” Sandy asks curiously. “It’s.. I… They’re positive…” After you said those words, you suddenly started to have panic attack, you were breathing uncontrollably heavy and the room was spinning even more and you felt faint, Sandy came rushing to your side and grabbing a hold of you. “Y/N… It’s alright, come on, let’s sit down.” She says calmly as she leads you back into the bedroom, sitting you on the bed. “Try to relax, honey. Do you want some water?” she asks. “No..” you responded as you tried to calm yourself down. “What am going to do? I don’t know what to do!” you say freaking out now. “Well... I think what you need to do first is tell Elvis. Focus on that and then worry about everything else later.” She says. You nodded your head slowly at her words, taking deep slow breaths. “Elvis is going to call tonight, I-I guess I’ll do it then.” You say softly. “Thank you for being here, Sandy. I think I’ll be okay, I’m just in shock is all.” You say. “Are you sure? I can stay longer if you want.” She says. “No, no, it’s okay, I just need to lie down.” You say with a small smile. “Okay, let me know how it goes with Elvis.” She says as she leaves.

That night Elvis had called at his usual time, and he told you all about his day and the songs he was working on for the shows, though you both talked for hours you failed to bring up the news you learned today. But you just couldn’t bring yourself to say the words, he was so busy and nervous about performing at the international, that you thought telling him you were pregnant would only distract him. You didn’t think he’d be upset, but you just didn’t want him to concern himself with it. This went on every night when you spoke, you would think about telling him, but you never did. You told Sandy and she told you that you were going to have to tell him one way or other. As the days grew closer to seeing him you knew it was only a matter of time, so that’s when you decided you’d just tell him in person. You’d have no choice at that point.

You snapped yourself out of that memory and started to get dressed and once you had your outfit on you back into the bathroom to do your hair, leaving it down as you usual did because that’s the way Elvis liked it, then adding a few finishing touches to your makeup, you heard a knock at the door and headed out of the bedroom to answer it. You smiled when you saw it was Jerry. “Elvis sent me up to get you, the show’s going to be starting soon. I’ll take you down to the showroom to your seat.” He said with a smile. “Okay, let me just grab my purse.” You said as you quickly ran back to the bedroom and grabbing the purse to match your outfit and then you came running back. “Okay, let’s go! How’s Elvis doing? I know he was nervous.” You say as you and Jerry headed out of the room. “He seems to be okay, but you know how he is sometimes.” Jerry chuckled. You nodded with a small laugh as you both headed into the elevator. “How are you doing? Sandy let it slip about the uh.. Y’know.” He glances down at your stomach as he spoke. Your eyes widen at his words, and you mumbled under your breath, “dammit, Sandy.” You sighed softly. “Please don’t say anything, Jerry. I haven’t told him yet.” You say. “I won’t say a word, I promise.” He said with a smile as the two of you got off the elevator.

You followed him to the showroom where people were beginning to gather, and Jerry showed you to your seat that was in one of the special booths where Vernon and Dee were also sat, and you smiled saying hello to them. You looked around the showroom in awe of how huge it was and the amount of people coming in. You were so excited to see Elvis in his element. You knew he was going to be on an amazing show because of how he would talk to you about how excited he was to finally be doing what he’s been desperate for recording music he loved and performing for his fans. More and more people came walking in and taking their seats and the lights suddenly became dim indicating that the show was about to start. The curtain begins to raise, and you see his band, the orchestra, the backup singers, everything he spoke to you about for his vision of these shows. The instrumental of ‘That’s All Right” starts playing and Elvis struts out onto the stage in his white jumpsuit with every bit of confidence and you begin clapping and cheering with everyone. You couldn’t get over how amazing he looked. For moment you felt like one of the fangirls in the crowd as he started to sing.

You are completely speechless by his entire performance; he looked beautiful even if he was covered in sweat. He was radiate. He sung some of his old stuff and some new songs he’d been working on, ‘Suspicious Minds’ and ‘Polk Salad Annie’ were your favorites so far. Then midway into his set he started making introductions, the house lights shining down at the table you shared with Vernon and Dee as he introduced them both and then you. “And my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N. Stand up, honey, let ‘em get a good look at ya.” He says excitedly. You hated when he put you on the spot like that, but you stood up and waved at everyone with a smile as they cheered and then you sat back down. “Boy, I know how to pick ‘em.” He laughs as he continued with his introductions. He truly was in his element, his world. You were so proud of him. As he begun to sing again the crowd only grew wilder, you imagined that this was probably what it was like when he first started out. But you could tell he loved every moment of it as the roar from crowd fed his energy on stage. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him.

He started to sing ‘Love Me Tender’ and he began pacing from each end of the stage, teasing the crowd of women who gathered near the stage fawning over him and trying to get a touch of him, he suddenly started kneeling down and kissing some of the women in the crowd, you were completely caught off guard by this, you furrowed your brow a bit as you continued to watch this display of his, kissing more women from the crowd and teasing that he was making his way over to the others, your expression on your face turned into a serious one and you watched as he jumped off the stage into the crowd, walking through it and kissing even more women, you were trying your best to not look visibly upset that he was doing this while you were sitting right there. But your emotions were taking it over, and now you were angry especially when he kissed one woman directly in front of you, you were fuming with anger. How could he?! What is wrong with him? Why would he do that?

You had seen enough of his careless display for your feelings, you grabbed your purse excusing yourself from the table as you got up and walked out of the showroom, you quickly walked to the elevator, frantically pressing the button as a million thoughts ran through your head. God knows what he’s being doing here this entire time without me. Maybe that’s the real reason he didn’t want me to come, so he could fool around. You knew you probably weren’t making any sense, but you were so overwhelmed, upset, and angry and your emotions were on high because of your hormones. As soon as you stepped into the elevator you were frantically hitting the button to his floor as the doors shut closed.

Meanwhile Elvis was finishing up his show with his closing number, ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’, once the show had concluded, Jerry had gone back over to where you were seated but saw you were gone. Vernon had informed him that you left, and he had no idea where you went, even though he didn’t say it to Jerry, he suspected it was because of Elvis kissing a bunch of random women. Jerry went backstage where Elvis who had a towel around his neck was talking with the Colonel who was congratulating him and telling him what a wonderful show he had put on, Elvis was listening but also looking for you and he spotted Jerry without you, he excused himself from the Colonel and walked over to Jerry. “Where’s Y/N??” he asked. “Vernon said she left, EP.” He says. “She left?? Where the hell she’d go?” he asked angrily. Jerry shrugged. “Maybe she’s up in the suite.” He said.

Elvis suddenly stormed off completely unaware of the fact that you seeing him kiss other women would upset you, as he was exiting the stage the guys followed right behind him being his usual body guards as they all made their way up to his suite and they were all a bit rowdy and in amazement from Elvis’ amazing performance, talking about some the girls in the crowd and wanting to invite some of them up. But Elvis’ only focus was you and why you left the way you did. When you had gotten back upstairs you went into the bedroom, slamming the door shut and gathering up some of the things you had unpacked and repacking them into your suitcase, thinking of how you could catch the next flight back to Memphis, you didn’t want to see Elvis or speak to him. You didn’t want to hear any of his excuses. You heard the door open to the suite and the guys clamoring in and you knew Elvis was most likely with them.

He came in looking around for you and then made a b-line for the bedroom, you could hear footsteps approaching the door and you knew it was him and you were so angry with him that you picked up the ashtray that sat on his bedside table and the moment he opened the door you flung it in his direction, he ducked behind the door, it smashing to pieces against the wall as you missed his face by an inch, he then threw the door open furious now and charged into the room, slamming the door shut. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!?” he shouted. “You’re what’s wrong with me!!!” you screamed at him. “What the hell did I do!?” he yelled. That pushed you over the edge, you started throwing various items from the room and flinging them at him, some missing him and breaking against the wall or the floor and some hitting him. It was only pissing him off more as he tried his best to dodge things. “You’re really going to play stupid now, Elvis?” you said angrily.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talkin’ about! If you throw somethin’ else at me, I’ll fuckin’-“ you cut him off. “You’ll what? Hm, Elvis?” you mocked him. Then you picked up the lamp that sat on his bedside table and you hurled it in his direction and luckily, he ducked fast enough, or it would’ve hit him square in the face. “GODDAMMIT. That’s it!” he hollered and now he was chasing you around the room, you were knocking things down to block him. The room practically was being torn apart. The guys were all stunned and quiet as they heard all the noise of things breaking and all the yelling, they never heard the two of you like this before. Sure, you had your fair share of fights, but this was different. It sounded violent. They weren’t sure if they should intervene or not.

He eventually had you cornered, and he grabbed you and pushed you up against a wall, you let out a soft groan from how rough he had done it, you were squirming in his arms and trying to push him off. “Enough!” he shouted. “What is your damn problem? Don’t make me send your ass back Memphis.” He said sternly. You were staring him angrily and rolling your eyes at him. “Send me back, I don’t care! You can bring one of the women you kissed up here to keep you company.” You say, still trying to push him off. He was staring at you finally realizing why you were so upset. “Oh, baby, c’mon now, don’t be that way!” he said. “Just get off me! You exclaimed. But he continued to keep you pinned against the wall. “Kissin’ those women meant nothin’ to me, baby. I was being Elvis Presley, the person that they think I am. I have a job to do and what I don’t need is my woman actin’ like this.” He says.

“Acting like what?! Hurt? Upset? You hurt me, Elvis. I wouldn’t be surprised if you did something with one of them.” You said in a snarky tone, knowing it would piss him off. “I would never do that to you! Why do I always have to prove that I just want you?!” he shouted. “Maybe because you keep giving me reason to doubt you.” As you said that you could see his deep blue eyes turn black with anger, now his hand was around you throat, the coldness from his rings piercing your skin as he squeezed, you tried to take his grip off you as you gasped softly when he dragged you over to the bed, throwing you onto it. You stared up at him slowly moving yourself back from him as you rubbed your hand over your neck where it hurt. “You’re not going to fuck your way out of this, Elvis.” You blurted out. “That seems to be the only way to get through to you.” He said as he grabbed a hold of your legs, tugging you forward, you kicked him away from you and climbed off the bed.

But he managed to corner you again and he grabbed your face, pressing his body up against yours and backing you up against the dresser behind you, his hand squeezing your face tight, you let out a soft muffled groan as you stared up at him. “Stop acting like this isn’t what you want... You love fighting just so I can fuck you. You’ve got a twisted mind, darlin’.” He mumbled softly. He wasn’t wrong, though. Anytime you fought it always ended in sex usually very rough sex no matter how mad you were at him; it always seems to make you forget you were even mad at all. “How rough do you want it this time, huh?” he whispered as he yanked your skirt up roughly. You didn’t even know how to respond to his advances, on one hand you wanted to just push him away and leave, but you could feel his cock against your leg the harder he pressed his body up against yours, that was all you were thinking about now, it had been so long since you felt him and now you were just picturing him ripping your clothes off and having his way with you.

“What? You ain’t got nothin’ say now, honey?” he said sternly, his face getting closer to yours, you still couldn’t find the words to say as you stared up at him innocently as he continued to keep a tight grip on your face. Why do I allow him to make me succumb to his every whim? It’s like my body can’t say no to him… Before he could say anything else to you, you leaned forward crushing your lips against his, your hands grabbing at the belt of his jumpsuit and pulling him in between your legs, you pulled back from his lips a bit. “Just fuck me until I forget this ever happened…” you whispered softly and started kissing him again. That’s all he needed to hear, his hands moved up your legs, grabbing at your panties and he tore the delicate fabric apart pulling them off you and tossing them to the floor, he roughly tugged your skirt down your legs and you kicked it off, running your hands up his body and touching the open part of his jumpsuit where his chest was out, you ran your fingers through his chest hair, and then running your hands up his shoulders, trying to tug off his jumpsuit, as you were doing that he cleared off the dresser behind you, knocking everything off and it all clattering onto the floor, and he lifted you up onto the dresser, the two of you groaning softly against each other’s lips.

He noticed you struggling to get his jumpsuit off and he pulled back from you, breaking your kiss and he quickly got himself out of his jumpsuit and while he was doing that you removed your top, tossing it to the floor along with your other clothes, the moment you were both naked your bodies collided with one another instantly, capturing each other’s lips in a sloppy and passionate kiss, Elvis grabbed your thighs and tugged you forward toward him, your legs wrapping around his waist and your arms wrapping around your shoulders, a soft noise omitting from your lips when you felt his cock against your thigh, he reached down and guided himself into you, slamming his hips roughly against your own as he held your thighs tighter, you thrown your head back and let out a soft moan the moment you felt every inch of him inside of you, he was kissing your neck and tracing his kisses down to your chest, biting at the soft flesh of your right breast, you tangled one of your hands into his hair as you let out another soft moan, the feeling of his soft lips against your skin causing your body to quiver at his very touch, he began moving his hips at a quick and steady pace into you, the tighter he squeezed your thighs the more his rings dug into your skin.

He kissed back up to your neck, biting and nipping softly at your skin as he picked up the pace and began slamming himself forcefully into you, your back slamming up against the wall and the dresser beneath you hitting the wall with each thrust he made, his groans in tune with your own moans as two of you fucked each other mercilessly. The guys were growing more concerned with the noises coming from the bedroom, unsure what was happening in there because it just sounded wild. So, Joe got up to go see if everything was okay, he walked over to the door and knocked on it gently. “Uh, is everything alright with you two in there?” he asked. But after standing there for a moment he heard you moaning Elvis’ name, and he immediately backed away from the door, chuckling as he walked back to the guys. “Nothing for us to worry about…” he said, gesturing for them to all leave and one by one they headed out of the suite, picking up on Joe’s subtle words of what was happening.

“E-Elvis…” you mumbled out between your moans, you loved how in tune he was with your body, how he knew exactly where to touch you, how to kiss you and where and how to fuck you to make your body completely melt into his, it had nearly been two months since you’ve been together this way, but it felt like more. You didn’t want him to stop, your eyes rolled to the back in pleasure the deeper he fucked you and you felt his hand reach up and wrap around your throat and you placed your hand over his as you whimpered out between your loud moans, “Don’t hold back…” you whispered. His lips crashing against yours as his hand squeezed around you throat tightly, the coolness of his rings sending a chill down your spine, you kissed his lips sloppily as your moans came out muffled and hitched, the more he choked you the louder your gasps were, his rings leaving their mark on you, and with each thrust he made the deeper you fell into pure bliss.

You were completely caught off guard when he lifted you up and carried you over to the bed, his cock slipping out of you as he threw you onto the bed, turning you onto your stomach, as he climbed into the bed behind you, bringing your hips up toward him and arching your back, he raised one of his hands up to hold your face down against the mattress, you let out a muffled whine, moving your hips back toward desperately wanting to feel his cock again. He brought his other hand over your ass, spanking you a few times and each time you felt his hand against your ass it stung more and more, his rings causing most of the damage, you were whimpering softly, your hands clutching onto the bed sheets. “You need to be taught a lesson for your behavior, little one.” He mumbled out softly, while you anticipated what he could do next. You felt his long soft fingers moving between your legs, brushing up against your soaking pussy, your slick coating his fingers. You body jolted at the very touch of him, you were so sensitive already, you let out a soft moan, then he brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking you off them with a smirk.

“H-How are you going to teach me a lesson, daddy?” you mumbled softly, biting down on your bottom lip. He grinned at your words, placing one hand on your hips, and grabbing his cock with other. “Well… I was thinking…” he uttered softly, guiding the head of his cock between your ass cheeks and you jumped a bit when you felt the head of cock teasing your other entrance, you raised an eyebrow, glancing back at him. “Elvis.. I.. I don’t know…” you said softly. “Mm… I’ll be gentle, little one, promise.” He mumbled. You chewed at the inside of your cheek as you took a moment to think about this. “O-Okay, baby..” You nodded. Even though you couldn’t see it you knew he had that sly grin of his plastered all over his face, and he guided his cock down between your folds using your slick as his own personal lube, shuttered at the feeling, and let out a soft noise when he pulled his cock away and back between your ass cheeks, circling around your entrance, he spit down onto his cock and stroke his hand over it slowly. You were biting down on your bottom lip, bracing yourself for what’s to come. “Just relax, baby..” he said softly, rubbing his hand gently over your lower back.

You nodded at his words, taking small deep breaths, he slowly and carefully began to guide himself into this new part of your body that he wanted to explore, you winced softly at the sharp pain as felt his cock entering you inch by inch with Elvis stopping every few seconds to check on you, you’d just nod slowly that you were okay, his groans were growing louder, your eyes closed shut and your hands clutching tighter to the sheets, the whimpers leaving your mouth quietly, once he was inside he slowly started to thrust himself inside of you. “Fuck…” he groaned out, grasping onto your ass and holding onto you tight as he kept his movements slow and long, you softly moaned your whimpers still at the forefront of the noises that escaped you, feeling his cock slowly stretching you out. “Y-You okay, l-little one?” he groaned out softly. “Mhm..” you responded quietly. He started to pick up the pace when felt your opening up for him a bit more and now he was slamming his hips into you roughly. “E-Elvis!” you cried out between your moans, not expecting him to be so rough suddenly.

“S-S-Sorry, baby…” he stuttered between his moans, slowing down his movements a bit and moving at a steady pace, he reached a hand between your legs, brushing his fingers against the wet heat that was yearning for him still, guiding two of his long fingers between your folds, pressing them firmly against your clit as he traced circles around it, your eyes rolled back as you moaned out, becoming overstimulated with pleasure, he flicked his fingertips against your clit before moving his fingers back down and showing them deep into your pussy, pumping them inside of you quickly, trying to keep up with the pace of his hips as he stimulated both your entrances, your mouth forming an O shape and as you began to moan his name over and over like it was your mantra. Once your body had fully adjusted to him you were wanting more, needing more. “H-Harder, please…” you begged.

When he heard your words he was once again roughly slamming his cock into you, forcing himself in deeper and the moment he did that his groans only grew louder, his cock pulsing inside of you, you cried out his name once more, clawing at the sheets, his fingers moving at the same pace as his body, curling his fingers inside of you the way you loved as he fingered you deep, your slick dripping down his fingers and his hand, you felt like you were on cloud 9 with everything he was doing to you, it was a high you never felt before and in the pit of your stomach your orgasm was building quite rapidly, he leaned down and now his chest was pressed firmly against your back, the sound of your bodies colliding together filling the air along with your moans, his sweat mixing with yours, you could feel the vibration of his groans against you. “G-Goddamm.. You feel so good around me. You’re gonna make me cum, darlin’.” He moaned out.

You were so happy to hear those words leave his mouth because you were getting so close, his lips were pressing softly against the back of your neck, his breathing heavy in your ear, the both of you were so close to the edge, the close he was getting to his orgasm the more forceful he became, you feel every inch of him inside of you, you didn’t know much longer you could take, your body was shaking beneath him, riding his fingers that thrusted deep inside of you, you buried your face into the mattress, the muffled sounds of your noises vibrating against the bed. “F-Fuck…” he mumbled under his breath. You’re taken by surprised when pulled out of you, and removed his fingers out of your pussy, flipping you around and then replacing them with his cock, ramming himself inside of you, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he held you still, you tilted your head back as you moaned out. “Oh my god…” You felt his hips bucking against you, his body shaking against your own and the two of you were overcome with your own orgasms, your hands clawed at his chest as felt yourself cumming all over his cock and moments after you felt the warmth of his cum filling you up, the familiar feeling causing you to whimper, you pulled him down towards you, kissing him passionately as you both rode out your orgasms. “God, I missed you so much…” you mumbled against his lips, he had completely made you forget what you were even mad about. You didn’t care. Those women may have gotten a kiss from him, but he was yours, every part of him... Yours.

“Mm, I missed you too, darlin’.” He planted another kiss to your lips before he pulled out of you and climbed off you to lay down on the bed. You smiled and crawled over beside him, laying on your stomach as you stared over at him, watching him grab a cigar and lighting it up. Your fingertips tracing over his arm as you watched him smoke his cigar. “I-I’m sorry for the way I behaved earlier.” You said softly. He exhaled sharply the smoke from his cigar clouding his face, shaking his head a bit. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, honey. We’ll have some explain’ to do to housekeeping when they see this room.” He said as he chuckled. You glanced around the room seeing the mess you made, shaking your head. You both laid there in silence and once you had finally come down from your high, that secret of yours came lingering back. You knew you had to say something, you weren’t sure when you should tell him, but you figured now is as good as any. You took a huge gulp as your nerves came rushing back, propping your head up.

“Elvis?” you said softly.

“Yeah, baby?” he answered, looking over at you as he continued to smoke.

“I…I… I’m… I’m pregnant.” You blurted out.

Suddenly the room was quieter than ever. You could hear a pin drop from the deafening silence.

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