We always read about Simon Riley saving reader from various situations but hear me out, reader saving Simon may be hotter???😮💨
Like just imagine Simon tied up in some warehouse beaten half to death and still too proud to look it and one day he just hears gunshots and a comically loud “WHERE THE FUCK IS MY HUSBAND!????”
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Hello everyone, I am an oldie who was part of this fandom group for years until too much negativity poured into it. I let go for a while and decided to come back, but seeing that the TRR fanbase has quietened down breaks my heart.
Not only was TRR fun, wild, and romantic, but it was so much fun because of the wonderful fanbase that supported it.
I MISS YOU GUYS!!!!
Some of you might roll your eyes or laugh when I say this, but coming onto Tumblr and engaging with you all was my therapy.
So..... I would like to get the ball rolling by starting a Royal Romance Writing Reboot.
Please share this post so we can reach out to everyone! Whether you enjoy reading, writing, artwork, or just like sharing your thoughts, I hope you'll jump on the train.
My hope is to get everyone involved again and launch some fun events. within the next couple of weeks.
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
i hate that when you try and look up shit for writing purposes it starts linking suicide hotlines and addiction advice articles like bro i just wanna know the information im not killing myself i promise. now tell me what i wanna know
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A/N The writer's block is killing me. I know how I want this to go but every time I sit to work on it, the words just don't come. So let's try once more with this storyline.
Charlotte blinked a few times only to realize she had become distracted.
A servant waited on her to finish discussing the plans for dinner this evening.
"Forgive me." Charlotte's nose wrinkled over her thoughts drifting to the young man her sister had brought along. "I believe there will be at least eleven of us this evening. Perhaps we should plan for twelve in case the Duchess of Lythikos decides to make an appearance."
"Very good, your highness." The servant bowed as he backed out of her sitting room.
Charlotte waited until the door was shut before flopping back onto her couch. She stared up at the ceiling, eyes tracing the intricate crown molding, while wondering why she couldn't get Sean off her mind.
Perhaps it is because he is my sister's best friend. That must be why I'm so interested in him. Shouldn't I want to know more about him to make certain he isn't the type to take advantage of her new status and fortune?
Charlotte could only deceive herself for so long. She knew her reasons for fixating upon the young man were simple: she found him very physically attractive.
His dark, nearly black eyes shined with a great deal of intelligence. His smile was warm with a touch of humor. His thick head of ink black hair made her long to run her fingers through it to see if it was as soft it appeared. He wasn't too terribly tall, which made her grateful.
She'd never liked being dwarfed by many of the noblemen and diplomats who regularly visited her father's court. They almost seemed to use their immense size to push whatever agenda they were after upon her petite figure.
They soon realized that though she was soft spoken and genuinely pleasant, she had a backbone of steel that no amount of posturing or arguing could cause her to bend in ways she was opposed to.
Charlotte released a sigh as her imagination drifted once more to what she found appealing in Sean.
She jumped when her phone rang.
"Yes?"
"Hey. It's Sean."
She rolled off the couch at the sound of his voice.
"What was that?" He asked when he heard her hit the floor.
"Nothing!" She winced as she stumbled to her feet. "How may I help you?"
He cleared his throat. "I was wondering, if um, I could go for a walk. Outside."
"Of course!" She replied. "We have many lovely trails throughout the palace grounds."
"Which one is your favorite?" He asked.
"Hmm." Charlotte contemplated that for a few moments. "I think I tend to take the trail that takes me to the apple orchard more often than the others."
"Would you like to go with me?" He asked a touch nervously. "Or if you're too busy, could you at least point it out."
"I'd love to." She replied. "Nothing would make me happier than showing you one of my favorite places."
"Great! I was hoping you would go with me!"
His enthusiastic outburst brought a smile to her face.
Sean cleared his throat. "I will wait here for you since I'm not sure where your room is."
"I'm on my way."
She set her phone down then ran into her bathroom. She stopped in front of the large floor to ceiling mirror to critically take in her face and figure. A slight groan escaped as she tried to decide whether or not to change clothes once again.
Knowing it would take too long to decide on a new outfit to wear, Charlotte swiped up her powder to touch up her makeup. She brushed her hair until it fell in soft golden waves upon her shoulders. While tucking a stray strand behind her ear, she wondered if Sean found her pretty.
Twirling around to make certain that all was as it should be, she practically skipped out of her room.
Perhaps this walk would allow her to find out if this attraction she felt was mutual.
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Liam's study, second floor of palace...
Liam glanced up when he heard voices coming down the hall. With a smile forming he got to his feet to greet the group of people who had remained by his side all these years.
Hana entered before Drake and Maxwell. Very little had changed her appearance over the past twenty years. She was still strikingly beautiful, graced with a warm smile that revealed how kind she still was. Her figure made one think it was impossible that she was the mother of three.
Drake's dark hair was sprinkled with gray strands which he swore was from dealing with Maxwell's antics along with now having a teenager of his own.
Maxwell's few wrinkles came from years of laughter and smiling. He still was the same, inside and out, that he'd always been.
"Are they here?" Maxwell asked.
"Yes. They're upstairs resting." Liam asked a servant to bring in refreshments. "And Riley can't wait to see you again."
"I can't believe she's here" Drake remarked. "The night Brooks left, I was sure we'd never see her again."
Hana wiped at the few happy tears that spilled out. "I didn't think we would either."
"And to think that our Blossom went and had a little blossom all on her own." Maxwell shook his head. "That had to be tough on her."
"Did you bring your families with you?" Liam asked.
He was worried that too many people might make Riley and Hope uncomfortable for their first night back.
"No." Hana's smile dimmed some at the mention of family "I told Neville that he should remain at Comery Isle with the children until the night of the ball."
"Candace has to work the night shift at the hospital these next few days." Drake explained about his own spouse. "She'll be off the night of the ball and will come then. Jackson has a big project to work on plus he's got a new girlfriend."
Drake rolled his eyes over Maxwell's catcall.
"He's so wrapped up in her that I doubt he heard me explain the plans we have for this week."
Maxwell grinned when they all turned towards him.
"Sherry's out of town again for a photoshoot." He told them with a hint of pride over his famous photographer of a wife. "She took Annabelle with her to practice with her new camera. They should be back by the ball."
"Good." Liam relaxed some. "I invited Olivia to join us. She said she might come."
He hesitated as he thought of their unusual past. He never understood why Olivia left early the night of the coronation. She'd been in tears and yet she seemed only willing to speak to Riley.
He never found out what had bothered her nor why she remained for the most part in Lythikos. Olivia only came to the capital when it was a direct invitation from Liam. She'd accepted an arranged marriage offer from the late Duke of Domvallier to marry his heir, Rashad.
They had two children, an heir for each of their duchy's, and for the most part lived apart. Rashad's work schedule kept him out of the country for the majority of the year, yet he made certain to spend as much time as he could with his children. He and Olivia got on well together, both having a loyal, determined work ethic, and had been strong supporters of Liam as king and now of Charlotte as future queen.
Liam couldn't help but think how many of them had settled for arranged marriages. He originally thought there was nothing wrong with them. But then, a certain American came along and opened his eyes to possibilities he'd once thought were impossible.
Perhaps they had been. After all, he ended up married to Madeleine. Hana agreed to her parents' decision to match her to Neville Vancouer. Olivia accepted Rashad shortly after Liam married.
It took years for Drake to find someone he could love. One night, shortly after Charlotte was born, he confessed to Liam that he'd fallen in love with Riley. Drake told him how she didn't return his feelings, having fallen for Liam, but that he didn't know if he would ever find someone who could make him feel that strongly again.
When Charlotte was three, she came down with tonsillitis. Candace was the nurse brought in to help care for her during her recovery from surgery. Drake was still living at the palace at the time and the two began to hang out while the little princess slept.
Two years after that, Candace became pregnant. The couple eloped and had settled down on a plot of land Liam had gifted them with. Drake began to raise and train race horses, becoming the most sought-after trainer in Europe.
Maxwell went nearly a decade before meeting someone he could fall head over heels for. He'd become a romance author. His first book was a fictionalized version of Liam and Riley's relationship. He'd made sure to give them the happy ending he'd wished his friends could have had.
After his first novel was turned into a movie, he'd gone on to create an entire Royal Romance series with the cast of characters who eerily resembled those he knew so well. His stories bordered on the line of absurdity with threats from foreign powers if the princess was not put into an arranged marriage along with the fictional king having an unknown sister who was in a secret society that controlled all the powerful people of the world.
Cordonians devoured the books and films that followed.
When HBO offered him a chance to create a series to rival Netflix's The Crown, he not only said yes, but also met his future wife.
Sherry was the one to shoot the photographs from his interview and then those on the set. Her fun loving nature matched his and the two began a love affair that led to marriage and the birth of their own daughter.
Liam wondered though what would have happened to them if Riley had been here. How different would their lives have been if they'd had her friendship and support?
Would they each have different lives or would things have basically worked out the way they had?
As his friends talked about the past, he decided to forget the what ifs in his life and focus on the present and possible future.
"So?" Maxwell nudged him. "You and Riley still have sparks?"
Liam's eyes widened. "I certainly feel them. I'm not certain she does though."
"Ask her out." Drake argued. "You're single. She's single. What have you got to lose?"
"I have a great deal to lose." Liam pointed out. "I want a relationship with Hope like I have with Charlotte. If I ruin things by pushing Riley into a relationship, then chances are that I will ruin them with Hope."
"You can't miss out on love again." Maxwell told him.
Hana nodded, reaching for his hand. "You know what it's like to be in a marriage without love. We both do. Don't lose out on this rare chance."
Liam gently squeezed her hand in understanding. He got to his feet and paced over to the window to look out over the palace grounds. His attention was captured by the sight of Charlotte walking with Sean towards the apple orchard.
His lips curved when the young man stumbled. His daughter stopped him from falling then kept her arm linked with his as they continued on. They both were laughing and gazing at one another as if no one else existed.
He then noticed movement to his right.
Hope and Bartie we're rushing over to the hedge maze. They were holding hands while Bartie pulled her into the entrance. Even from this distance, Liam could see the excited smile upon her face.
He wanted that. He wanted his daughters to find love with two young men he approved of. He wanted to find love again. He wanted Riley to find it too.
But he wanted her to find it with him.
Liam turned back towards the three people he trusted the most.
"I already asked Riley to be my date for the ball."
The hopefulness in their faces made him grimace with what needed to be said.
"She didn't necessarily say no, but she did state that she was a scandalous woman and that she doubted anyone would approve of us being seen together."
The three remained silent.
"Then we'll have a talk with her." Hana decided.
"Playing Cupid is what I'm best at." Maxwell added. "Time to put my skills to work once again."
"If ever there were two people made for one another, it was you and Brooks." Drake said when Hana and Maxwell pointedly looked at him. "We'll convince her to give you a chance."
"Thank you." Liam glanced out the window again. "Hopefully, all will work out like it should."
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The hedge maze...
"So you're a lord?" Hope asked.
"I am Lord Barthelemy Beaumont, heir to the Ramsford duchy." He replied. "Though I prefer to be just Bartie to those I am close to, which drives my father crazy."
She laughed over the face he made.
"I've never met a real life lord before."
"Am I everything you imagined?" He teased.
"Not at all." She squeezed his hand. "You are way more fun than I expected."
"I wish I could say that all of my rank are like this, but sadly I'm the only one." Bartie tugged her down a pathway.
"What about my sister?" Hope asked. "Charlotte is able to be fun while still maintaining her princess decorum."
"That's what I've always loved about Lottie." Bartie replied. "She is exactly what you see." He winked at Hope. "But she's not a lord."
She rolled her eyes with a giggle. "I know that. I meant she's part of your world yet still fun."
"That's why she's been my best friend since childhood." He turned a corner to a spot he thought Hope would find symbolically beautiful.
"I know that's why Sean has been my--"
Hope gasped at the sight of dozens of rose bushes waiting for the chance to bloom.
"Like it?" He asked with a grin.
"It must be beautiful in the spring!"
"Your grandmother planted these." He told her.
"She did?"
"This is the spot where King Constantine proposed to Queen Eleanor. To keep it special, she personally planted every single rose bush. He had that bench and trellis built for them to sneak off too during balls and such."
Hope walked over to it and read the engraved gold plaque.
For my Eleanor and the endless joy she has given me.
"He must have been a romantic." Hope replied.
"I think so too." Bartie joined her on the bench. "Though their time together was short, I believe they were very happy."
"That's all I want out of life." Hope sighed at the thought. "Someone to simply be happy with, share things with, laugh with..."
"Sneak around palaces with?" Bartie added while draping his arm along the back of the bench.
Hope laughed then turned towards him.
"Who wouldn't want someone to sneak around palaces with?" She teased. "That's the foundation to any romantic relationship."
He chuckled, fingers gently brushing her shoulder.
"So that's what makes a relationship romantic?"
Hope's cheeks flared with color. Her eyes though held his.
"Well yeah. Didn't you know that?"
His eyes dropped to her lips. "I mean, I always assumed it was."
"First comes sneaking around," she explained, "then comes the knowledge of what this means."
"And then?" He lowered his head towards hers.
"And then," she licked her lips, head tilting in anticipation, "there's a kiss."
Her eyes closed over the first touch of his lips. The soft kiss made her melt against him. Bartie moved his lips against hers in an achingly slow fashion as if he was savoring every single second.
Hope tangled her fingers in his hair when he deepened the kiss.
It was, she decided before all ability to think fled her, the most romantic kiss she'd ever received.
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Riley's room...
After waking from a much needed nap, Riley took a shower. As she went through the typical motions of drying her hair and such, it hit her that not only was she in the same spot she was twenty years ago but that the man she'd fallen head over heels for was once again asking her out.
And just like that young woman she once was, she was highly tempted to say yes to his escort to the ball.
"I guess I've never really grown up." She said to her reflection.
It didn't matter that she'd gone on to raise a child of her own or that she was a successful woman who had managed to have a career and family all by herself.
There was simply something about Liam that made all her common sense disappear.
Logically, she knew she should not encourage anything with him. Her past would be held against her. She'd been photographed in her underwear with another man. That alone would be a source of contempt regardless of whether or not she'd had the reigning monarch's child.
She could only imagine the media blitz that would strike the moment she entered the ballroom with Liam.
Riley couldn't do that to Hope. She wanted her to have a peaceful existence here. She knew there would be whispers and whatnot about her previous visit to Cordonia, but she believed that the people would focus on getting to know their new princess more so than on her mother's past.
As long as nothing scandalous occurred, Hope would be welcomed with open arms.
The only way to ensure that Riley was not caught in anything questionable, was to not do anything to draw attention to herself.
Like going on a date with the king.
With a loud groan, she slipped her shoes on and left the comfort of her room.
If she could manage to get through dinner without any more temptation, then her first night back in Cordonia would be a success.
I can do this, she thought to herself. "No matter what, I'll just steer clear of Liam.
*****************
"Your grace," a servant bowed as he held the door open.
Olivia gave a short nod as she walked through the front door of the palace. Her attention was immediately drawn to the woman hurrying down the stairs.
Riley looked up and came to a halt at the sight of the duchess she'd once competed with.
Smiles dawned on both their faces as they walked over to greet the other.
"It's good to see you again." Olivia suffered through Riley's impulsive hug.
"And you." Riley stepped back, shaking her head in disbelief. "How did you manage to not age like the rest of us?"
Olivia smirked, linking her arm with Riley's, as they followed a footman toward the dining room.
"The air in Lythikos freezes more than water."
Riley laughed, feeling her earlier tension lessen. "I need to visit. Time is trying to march across my face every night."
"You should. You and your daughter will always be welcome." Olivia replied.
Riley gently squeezed her arm. "Thank you."
Olivia truly meant her invitation. Though she was cold and distant to most of the people from her past, she couldn't be with Riley. For over twenty years, Riley had kept her family's secret. She could have sold it to the press for money, especially when she discovered she was pregnant. Yet, Riley had proven that she was truly a friend, one that the duchess could let her guard down somewhat.
And for that, Olivia would remain loyal to her and her daughter.
The two stepped into the dining room, causing the conversations to abruptly stop.
Before Riley could say a word of greeting, she was snatched up in multiple hugs from Maxwell and Hana. Even Drake gave her a brief hug.
While the four talked over one another, Liam edged around them to be able to speak to Olivia.
"I'm glad you decided to come." He pressed a kiss to her hand. "It's been a long time since your last visit to the palace."
Olivia lowered her eyes. "I know. How is Charlotte?"
"She is in alt over having Hope here. I can't wait for you to see them together."
"Are they not joining us for dinner?" She asked.
"They are supposed to." He checked the time. "It isn't like Charlotte to be late."
Riley overheard him as she talked to Bertrand and Savannah. "Sadly it is for Hope."
At that moment the two girls rushed in with shy smiles for everyone.
The two young men following at their heels also had apologies at the ready for their tardiness.
Liam waived those away with assurances that it didn't matter. He then stood between his two daughters and proudly introduced Hope to his friends and Regina.
Exclamations followed on how much she looked like Riley had all those years ago. Then everyone began to ask her questions about her studies, her hobbies, and anything else that came to mind.
Hope's nerves lessened with having Charlotte and her father practically beaming with delight in having her there. Their kindness and acceptance was still such a shock to her. She didn't know how she'd ended up so lucky to have such people as family.
Her mother sat not too far away and smiled encouragingly at her while helping her answer some of the questions. She didn't know what she would have done without her mother always there as her biggest champion.
Sean too explained their years growing up and what kind of child Hope had been. He made everyone laugh with many of the stories of their adventures around New York. Hope also noticed that he made certain to make Charlotte laugh as much as he could. His eyes always drifted back to the crown princess. Hope couldn't be more pleased with this new development.
Hope also had a new, unexpected champion sitting beside her. Bartie slipped his hand discreetly into hers under the table each time a question was asked. His fingers twined with hers, letting her know she wasn't alone.
As the dinner went on, Hope relaxed and thought she might be able to hold up well talking to more people in her father and sister's world. At least she hoped that would be the case.
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A/N: Not a part of any of my AU's, but this was the first inspiration I've had since RCD Appreciation Week ended 😂 So here we go.
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The Royal Palace, Cordonia...
"The mail, your majesty."
Liam gave a brief nod to the footman as he continued to peruse a report from Kiara about her ongoing trade negotiation with Greece.
"Father?"
He looked up at the sound of his daughter's voice.
Her eyes were narrowed somewhat in concern. She was already dressed for the evening's holiday event. The deep hunter green of her velvet evening gown set off her vibrant eyes and golden hair.
His expression softened instantly at the sight of her.
"You look lovely, Charlotte."
She smiled as she came into the room.
"Thank you."
"I see you're wearing your mother's colors this evening."
Her smile dimmed some. "I thought I should since this is our first Christmas without her."
Liam got to his feet to wrap her in his arms. "You honor Madeleine in everything you do, dearest."
Charlotte blinked back tears. "I hope so."
She straightened her posture. "I know she was anxious for me to choose a suitor before she died." She rested her head on Liam's shoulder when he kept his arm around her. "I know I should have to give her peace, but I couldn't help but hope that maybe I could find someone I could care for."
"Do not feel guilty." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I want you to marry someone you love."
She nodded, lowering her eyes.
"Perhaps you'll meet someone this evening." He dropped his arm on his way back to his desk. "You never know who might show up."
She chuckled. "You never lose hope, do you Father?"
"Never." He winked at her.
"Shouldn't you be getting ready for the ball?"
Liam took his glasses off to look over at the mantle clock.
"I suppose you're right." He grimaced at the sight of Christmas cards he knew he needed to open
"I can go through some of those for you." She offered.
"I'll hurry and come back to help." He got up. "Start with the international piles."
She sat down behind his desk and began to do as he said.
Liam watched her with pride and love shining in his eyes. He couldn't be more thankful for his daughter's existence.
As he made his way to his chambers, he felt a little guilty that he did not miss her mother like one should.
Madeleine had been a phenomenal queen. Her cancer diagnosis a year earlier had been a blow that everyone across Cordonia deeply felt. Liam, the ever dutiful husband and king, remained by her side for three months as she suffered with slowly wasting away.
Though neither ever fell in love with the other, there was an affection that developed. A close friendship had grown between them, especially when they had their daughter. Their immense love for Charlotte drew them closer than they ever expected. That closeness made them a family that all Cordonians longed to be a part of.
For nearly twenty years, Liam had those two along with Regina and Leo as his family. He had his friends. He had a prosperous kingdom. He had everything a man could possibly have wished for.
Except...
He opened the top drawer of his nightstand and pulled out the tarnished key chain he'd received nearly twenty-one years ago.
His fingers rubbed the Statute of Liberty figure while he thought back to the lady who'd given it to him. He wondered what would have happened if he'd been able to marry her.
He knew he wouldn't have Charlotte. He couldn't imagine a world without his daughter in it. The past nineteen years were some of the happiest of his life by simply being her father. She had an innate gentleness about her. She possessed her parents' deep sense of duty and honor, yet had a heart that was even more tender than his.
Madeleine told Liam she was worried about her getting her hurt one day because of it. Yet, she didn't want to try and mold her the way her parents had made her. The coldness and stoic indifference she'd been raised in was not going to be part of their daughter's upbringing.
She was thankful their daughter was warm and caring.
Madeleine finally had someone who loved her unconditionally and she was able to do the same. Having a child changed her for the better. It made her relax, or at least relax as much as she could, and simply enjoy the moments out of the public eye to be with her daughter.
Liam and Madeleine spent a great deal of time with Charlotte at Applewood. Seeing their daughter crawl, learn to walk, and play helped create new memories for them both that no longer held bitterness of those hallowed halls.
Madeleine soon forgot the press release she had to give in the apple orchard over being dumped by Leo. Seeing Charlotte running to play hide and seek amongst the trees had quickly taken over that place in her mind.
And Liam learned to love his once beloved childhood home again.
Applewood. The very place where all Liam's dreams were destroyed. After all these years, he was still in disbelief that someone had managed to capture images of Riley in Tariq's arms.
He wondered what would have happened if he hadn't given in to his father's demands to choose someone else the night of his coronation.
Would the public have eventually forgiven Riley and accepted her as queen?
He set the key chain down. He shouldn't dwell on what if's. He'd been able to not think about it as often as he used to for years. Now that he was a widower and it being the holiday season, he found his thoughts returning more and more to the American he'd once loved.
Going to his closet, he began to get ready for the evening.
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Charlotte set aside a card from yet another political figure and reached for the next one in the stack. Her brow furrowed as she studied the faded stamp and holiday sticker. The red envelope was no longer as vibrant as the creases along the edges.
She then noticed the postal date.
"Oh my!" She slit it open and pulled the card out.
She quickly scanned the contents before seeing the name at the bottom.
Jumping to her feet, she dashed out of the study.
"Princess Charlotte!" One of the guards yelled in alarm.
Ignoring him, she hurried up the palace's stairs to her father's room.
Liam heard the commotion. He paused in tying his tie and peeked out the door.
"Charlotte!" He nearly fell backwards with her colliding into him. "What's wrong? Why did you--"
She was breathless. Gasping for air, she handed him the Christmas card.
Liam eyed her for another second or two to make certain she was alright before slipping his glasses on. He then read it's contents.
His jaw dropped.
"Father?" Charlotte gently laid her hand upon his arm. "This from her isn't it? The one you told me about?"
"It is." He shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe after all these years she would send me a card."
"She didn't." Charlotte handed him the envelope. "Riley sent it to you twenty years ago."
Liam's eyes bulged as he read towards the bottom of her card.
"Do you think it's true?" Charlotte asked.
He set it down. Liam began to pace as him mind whirled with this unexpected surprise. He knew he needed to calm down and think everything through.
Charlotte watched him quietly. Her hands were gripped tightly while she too wondered what should be done.
"I think we should go to New York." She decided.
Liam whirled around in surprise. He should have known with Charlotte's tender heart that she would believe that they both should go.
"Shall I go tell the flight staff?" She asked.
He nodded. "Tell them we'll leave first thing tomorrow morning."
*************
New York...
"I'm home!" Riley stomped her boots at the door to knock the snow and sludge free.
"Hey Mom!" Her daughter yelled out from the kitchen. "How was your day?"
"Busy." She took her coat off and collapsed on the sofa. "How about yours?"
"Pretty good." Her daughter, Hope, came out to set the table. "Professor Simmons offered me an internship for next semester."
Riley perked up over that news. "That's wonderful! Did you accept?"
Hope playfully rolled her eyes. "You mean, did I accept my dream job of curating The Met's Egyptian displays while working with my all-time favorite mentor?" Her lips curved into a smile Riley easily recognized as her father's. "Of course I said, no."
Riley threw a throw pillow at her, laughing when it was thrown back.
She got up and hugged her tight.
"I'm so happy for you, sweetheart."
Hope squeezed her. "You'll be even happier to know I thought we should celebrate."
Riley leaned back. "Is that egg rolls I smell?"
"And everything else we love." Hope dashed back to the kitchen to gather the takeout cartons.
"That's my girl." Riley sat down and propped her aching feet up on the chair next to her.
"How bad was it today?" Hope asked.
"It wasn't horrible. Just a lot of new cases." Riley smiled at her. "As long as I can sit down, we can party all night to celebrate."
Hope laughed, shaking her head as she went back to get them something to drink.
"I hope Rapaport appreciate the greatest paralegal in the world."
Riley snorted. "I think they see us all as one entity sometimes." She sighed. "But they have been promising amazing Christmas bonuses this year."
"Good. You deserve it." Hope sat down and began to fill their plates. "I think you should take a cruise or something to reward yourself. You never do anything for you."
"Yes, I do." Riley reached over and took her daughter's hand. "All the little vacations you and I have taken over the years have been wonderful."
"But you always go where I want to." Hope squeezed her hand. "Don't get me wrong, I loved that you did, but I wish now I had realized it sooner so that we could go where you wanted to go."
"Trust me. I loved all those trips to Hershey's Park when you were little." Riley teased. "And Macy's loved that I'd have to buy bigger clothes after gorging myself on chocolate during each visit."
Hope giggled at the memories.
For nearly twenty years, it'd always been just the two of them on their many road trip adventures. Neither would have had it any other way.
Riley sat back and quietly watched her daughter as she told her about what she would be doing at The Met. Her mind drifted to one particular trip she took before her daughter came into the world. Of all the trips she'd taken in her life, she would never regret that one whirlwind of a vacation to Cordonia.
At times though, she wished she had given in to the Beaumont Brother's pleas and remained to discover who had destroyed her chance to be with her Prince Charming. Her heart broke when she heard Liam choose Madeleine over her after having just told Riley he loved her.
After all they shared in that hedge maze, she couldn't go back.
Still, she wondered what would have happened if she had...
As they settled in to eat, a knock sounded at the door.
"That's probably Sean." Hope jumped up. "I'd texted him about my internship."
She rushed over and opened the door.
"Hello." She greeted the two strangers with a warm smile. "May I help you with something?"
Speechless, Liam stared at Hope. It was as if all his memories of Riley had come to life in the young woman in front of him.
Charlotte smiled softly and took over once she saw her father unable to do so. "Does a Riley Brooks live here?"
"She does." Hope turned around. "Hey, Mom? You have some visitors."
She stepped back and invited them in.
Riley came into the living room and stopped short at the sight of Liam.
"Mom?" Hope hurried over when she saw the color drain from her mother's face. "You okay?"
Trembling, Riley sank down on the arm of the loveseat, never once taking her eyes off of Liam.
Swallowing nervously, he stepped toward her.
"Liam?" She said hesitantly.
She did not quite believe he was really in her apartment.
He nodded, his smile coming forth.
"Hello, my love." He held up the Christmas Card. "I finally received this."
Riley covered her mouth with a gasp.
"I never knew, Riley." He took her hands. "If I had, you know I would have been there for you."
Tears fell as she threw herself in his arms.
Hope glanced back at the young lady he'd come in with to see if she had some idea what was going on.
Charlotte's shy smile flashed at her as she held her hand out.
Hope took it with a soft laugh. She was used to her mom being emotional when seeing old friends.
"Hi, I'm Hope."
Tears formed in Charlotte's eyes.
"How ironic."
Hope tilted her head in question over that odd statement.
Charlotte took a deep breath. "I've secretly hoped for a sister each Christmas for as long as I can remember." She beamed at her clueless half sibling. "And at long last, I have one."
OH MY GOD!!! THIS WAS THE BEST THING EVER I NEED A PART 2 PLEASE!!! this seriously made me cry nd hope is my new fav character 😢 ❤️ i love you for writing this thank you!!!
Hello! I love your writing 💜 i was wondering if you are write about the scenario where Riley had triplets. We already know that the royal brothers were very happy but I wanted to know how they would have helped their mother during her triplet pregnancy. Their jokes and teasing their father.
Also during labor and the aftermath. Take your time please! 🌸💗
Thank you so much ❤❤❤ Let's see what I can do with this sweet family after that drabble. This will definitely have a part two for you @thesvnsins. I've rewritten this first part so many times that I'm afraid I'm messing it up. Here it is before I do anymore damage, LOL! For reference, Riley and Olivia are at the beginning of their third trimester. And this isn't a part of the While We're Young AU, but I am using the pairs' same older children in this.
Riley eagerly spread out the three onesies and bows across the table.
"I couldn't resist!" Hana beamed as everyone else remarked on the unexpected gifts.
Olivia paced about the room, pressing into her back as her own soon to be born baby moved about with kicks and such.
"I still can't believe you and Drake decided not to find out if you're having a boy or a girl." Amanda shook her head. "It would be killing me if Maxwell had even thought to suggest we wait when we were expecting Nicky and Emily."
"Walker caught me at a hormone infused moment." Olivia grumbled. "I would have agreed to anything remotely sentimental he said."
"I think it's sweet." Riley argued. "If we weren't expecting three, I would have wanted to wait and be surprised."
Her eyes teared up.
"I still can't believe I finally get girls!" She dabbed at her eyes. "I've been dying for years to have what you all have with dresses, dolls, and such."
"And hormones." Amanda added with a humorous snort. "Crushes. Boyfriend drama."
"Tea parties. Treating baby dolls as real babies. Fairytale romances." Hana continued with a smile.
"Teaching her how to disembowel any man who dares touch her." Olivia grunted when the baby stretched. "Seeing your personality quirks become a part of someone new. Passing down your favorite weapons"
"I can't wait!" Riley looked down at her larger than life belly. "I've loved every moment with the boys, but I'm so excited to experience a whole new motherhood with daughters."
"It is different in some ways." Hana explained.
"I think it's more how the men see them. I taught Juliet the same way I did Jackson." Olivia added. "Drake was the one to treat them different."
"I've had nothing but girls and Maxwell treats them different." Amanda reached over for another cookie. "But that's more to do with the girls' personalities than anything else."
"I know Liam is already worried." Riley shook her head with a smile. "Emerick and Ellis have been teasing him every chance they get that he will be too old to keep up with three princesses and their suitors. He's already overprotective and they aren't even here yet!"
"Poor Liam." Hana giggled. "Rashad was the same way when we found out Izzy was a girl." Her smile grew more tender. "Alec is just as protective of his little sister."
Olivia snorted. "Jax and Jules are protective of each other. They are already making plans for this next one." Her lips curved. "I don't know if I should hope for another son or another daughter. It's hard to imagine getting anything better than the two I already have."
"I know what you mean." Riley loaded her plate up again with more petit fours. "I can't imagine anyone having more charm and sweetness than Emerick and Ellis." She sniffed as more uncontrollable tears formed. "They even insisted on the girls' names continuing with the letter "E" so that the triplets wouldn't feel left out."
"That is so sweet, especially with them being teenagers." Amanda poured more tea for all of them. "Nicky said Emerick is truly excited about having more siblings."
"Jules said the same about Ellis." Olivia added. "He can't wait to be a big brother."
Riley laughed through her tears. "I don't know how I got so lucky with my son's. I thought with the big age difference that they wouldn't be as involved as they are." She looked down at her stomach. "You girls have a lot to live up to."
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"What? No treats?" Ellis collapsed in a chair. "I knew polo practice went longer than usual."
Riley eyed the few crumbs from her fourth plate and quietly kept to herself all the delectable sweets her son missed out on.
Emerick jogged into the room. His hair was damp from his recent swim.
"Did I miss seeing everyone?"
"They're in their rooms getting ready for dinner." Her nose wrinkled over the smell of chlorine and horses wafting about. "You two should go get cleaned up."
"I'm too hungry." Ellis picked at some crumbs on a serving tray.
"You can eat after you shower." Riley reminded him.
He dramatically flopped back in his chair once more.
"I need food." He teased. "I'm too weak to find my way to my room." He motioned weakly towards her belly. "The princesses get all the good stuff while Emerick and I are meant to live off of crumbs."
"Live is stretching the truth." Emerick joined in to torment their mother. "We can hardly keep up with our duties while denied the sustenance we have grown accustomed to." He knelt down before Riley, hands clasped tightly. "Please, have mercy, mother dearest. Remember your first born--"
"And second born." Ellis added, pouting playfully at his mother.
"Remember the two you once swore were all you needed." Emerick continued. "Don't let those three little monsters turn your heart against us."
Riley gave up the battle and began to laugh out loud.
"What's so funny?" Liam asked as he came into the room.
"Mother's starving us again." Ellis explained.
"She's keeping all the goodies to herself." Emerick added. "Surely you'll have mercy upon us, Father."
Liam chuckled as he lifted a lid. "What happened to the baklava?"
Riley pointed at her stomach
Liam shook his head in mock disapproval. "Now see here, young ladies." He knelt down beside her, placing a hand to her belly. "I don't mind if you take your brothers' favorite treats, but you always leave your father some baklava."
His smile grew with the movements his voice always caused.
"Any chance there's some leftovers in the kitchen?" Ellis asked.
"I doubt it." Riley struggled to her feet. "Between me and Olivia, we didn't stop eating until the servants didn't return with refills."
"These babies are greedy." Emerick replied. "If we aren't careful, a famine will fall upon the land."
"Ha. Ha." Riley folded her arms. "For the last time, go get cleaned up for dinner." Her eyes narrowed. "Then you two can fill your mouths with food and hopefully stop talking for a minute."
"Yikes." Emerick ducked behind Ellis. "The hormones are striking once more."
Ellis playfully shivered. "Did you hear that tone she used? Practically demonic."
"Must be a girl thing." Emerick teased. "That many females in one body cannot be beneficial to one's health."
"True." Ellis sadly shook his head. "And to think she could have had three more of us running about."
Riley groaned. "I can't believe I actually bragged on you two earlier with how sweet you've been throughout the pregnancy."
The boys shared a grin.
"It's true though." Emerick came around to drape his arm along his mother's shoulders. "Ellis and I have been nothing but angels throughout this whole..." He looked to his brother for help.
"Science experiment?" Liam repeated. "Why would you refer to this pregnancy as such?"
Ellis looked so angelic that his parents were immediately suspicious.
"Given your, ah," he coughed, "ages--"
"If I were you, I'd stop right there!" Riley wagged her finger at him. "Do not say one more word."
"Now mother dearest," Emerick squeezed her in a side hug, "no need to become upset. It isn't good for the princesses."
Ellis chuckled as he came along her other side for a hug. "You know I'm teasing."
Riley looked up at the two of them. She couldn't stop the tears forming with how tall they both were now. They were already Liam's height, and Ellis looked like he might be an inch or so taller than his father and brother.
She could still remember how they were as babies. The happy gurgles when she kissed the chubby cheeks. The sweet way they cuddled in her arms.
Ellis seeing the signs of a long crying jag quickly leaped into action. He began to try to wrap his arms around his mother.
He made a dramatic showing of his hands struggling to meet around her.
"Oof. Our sisters don't make this easy, do they?"
"Oh!" Riley's tears dried up as she shook her head.
"I'd make my escape now, if I were you." Liam told them with a suppressed grin.
"Right." Emerick pecked a kiss to his mother's cheek, then dragged Ellis away. "See you in a few."
The couple listened to the sound of their sons' deep voices while jogging up the stairs.
Peace fell once more the two made it to the family wing of the palace.
"How are you feeling, my love" Liam stepped forward and took Riley's hands. "Any more contractions?"
"Nothing consistent yet." She replied. "But I definitely think the girls have run out of room in there."
Liam smiled as he leaned down to kiss her stomach three times.
"I for one can't wait to see them decide it is time to move out." He wrapped his arm around his wife as they made their way to the dining room. "I hope they are just like you."
Riley beamed at him. "It is only fair. After all, the boys are exactly like you." She laughed softly. "Someone has to take after me since I'm doing all the heavy lifting here."
"Then we are in agreement." Liam pressed a tender kiss to her lips. "Our daughters will not only be the very image of their mother, but also like her in every single way."
"I need food." He teased. "I'm too weak to find my way to my room." He motioned weakly towards her belly. "The princesses get all the good stuff while Emerick and I are meant to live off of crumbs."
"Live is stretching the truth." Emerick joined in to torment their mother. "We can hardly keep up with our duties while denied the sustenance we have grown accustomed to." He knelt down before Riley, hands clasped tightly. "Please, have mercy, mother dearest. Remember your first born--"
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▪Outline: 'It all started as a stupid game Jungkook saw online. How on earth did you end up fully naked, trying to restrain your moans while he takes pleasure in it.'
▪A/n: Okay so I was on a long, long hiatus but now I am back with this new drabble. I found this prompt on pinterest and thought about writing it immediately. And this drabble is...a lot, trust me 🥴
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"Would you like to play a game?" Jungkook asks
"No" you reply
"Come on it will be fun!"
"The only one who gets to have fun is you"
"I promise. This will be so much fun for you" he says, smirking which catches your attention.
You were comfortably lounging on your sofa, soaking up the last of the evening sun, both scrolling through your phone when Jungkook popped this sudden question. Usually, his games would include increasing your trouble rather than letting you have fun.
Like that time when you both were playing truth or dare. Your challenging spirit went for a dare and he ended up giving you the task to do the laundry and the dishes for a whole week. He knows you are competitive. He knew you won't back down that's why he chose that dare.
But the smug look on his face did make you a little peculiar to know exactly what this game is about.
"I don't know Jungkook..." you say reluctantly, trying to smuggle out of his new game idea.
"Please," he says, "I know you'll love it!" his eyes full of innocence. But you know better.
Those innocent, puppy eyes of him hold an uncountable amount of mischief and sins in them. But even you are not immune to it.
Hesitant of the sudden change in his behaviour, from relaxed to energetic, you get up and sit closer to him.
"Okay tell me about this game of yours"
He gets all giddy and scoots closer to you making your shoulders touch.
"So I found this game online. We are supposed to do this with our partners," he explains "it's very simple."
"Oh...kay" your suspicion starts to increase slowly.
The smirk playing on his lips, the sparkle in his eyes, the deep breaths. Definitely, something is going on his mind.
"Okay, so, like, you are going to like it," he says nervously.
"Just tell me jungkook"
"The game is called 'guilt'. I am going to pleasure you and you are supposed to guilt me out of it by saying something like stop or anything like that. You have to pretend that you don't like it, making me feel guilty and if I want to win I have to make you moan or else I lose."
A sudden shiver passes through you after hearing his game's rules. This game does sound interesting, and you know at the end you will lose, but you do want to give jungkook a hard time for saying yes.
"What does the loser have to do?"
"Already thinking of losing dear?" he smirks "the loser will have to do everything the winner tells them to do"
Excitement runs through you like electricity. This is going to be fun.
"Deal"
"Alright then baby, take off your clothes and lay back"
He commands and you discard your clothes, each piece one by one. First the top then the bottom. Each piece is dragged out from your body, making him impatient.
You stop only when you're left with your bra and panties. Both of different shades, but still giving a comforting relief of safety, a trust you both share.
"Did I ask you to stop?"
Blood creeps to your cheeks on his comment. That sudden change in his playful demeanour. And by that, the last of your clothing is discarded. The cold air hits your breasts, making your nipples hard. Your pussy clench.
His hand comes to your waist holding you there and then slowly laying you down on the sofa.
"Do you want to do this babe?" he asks sincerely this time. No playfulness, no games, just a thin line of worry adorning his eyebrows.
"Yes, Jungkook" you reply with the same sincerity as he asked in.
"Okay then"
His words leave his mouth and then he is on you. Legs both splayed on the side, his hips positioned on top of your pelvis but in a way that doesn't crush you.
He sits straight and looks down on you like a king looking down at his prisoner, all authority and control in his hands. His tattoed hand comes up to your face, cupping around your jawline. His thumb caresses your cheekbone slowly.
"You look so beautiful splayed out like this for me, love."
The small nicknames that fall from his lips always find a way to make you melt under his touch. And he knows it. Knows all those tricks he can perform to make you feel pleasurable.
He leans down, his hands replacing his mouth. Hot breath fanning against your neck. He slowly drags his mouth against the junction of your neck.
A tingle runs through you but you try to stay still as a rock. You know what he is doing. Trying to figure out your pleasure point.
Although he knows where it is. He was the one who found it. But he is purposely filling you up with desperation.
You have already started breathing hard, moans coming out in deep sighs. Not knowing if you will be able to hold onto your strong demeanour for a long time. You bite back a moan just for the sake of the game.
"Stop Jungkook!" you tell him and for a slight second, there is a brief worry on his face but then he realizes that this is his game and continues.
He reaches there. Just behind your earlobe. A gentle open-mouthed kiss. He is targeting your weakest point.
A slight whimper leaves your lips.
"Uh oh, do I take it as a sign of pleasure?" he teases.
"It was just warm-up" you try to defend yourself.
"While I know you won't last long, what would be the fun of playing this game if you lose immediately, hm?"
"I wouldn't count on it babe"
"We'll see"
The confidence in his voice leaves you breathless. He knows what will get you off. Riling you up with desperation and then tipping you off the edge.
He continues his ministrations on you for a while, but you don't waver. Giving him a hell of a hard time. What's worth having a competitor who doesn’t like to compete.
Things start getting more difficult when he leaves your neck and starts to kiss his way down towards your breasts.
You grip onto the sofa as he slowly takes in your already hard bud.
Jungkook swirls his tongue around your areola, slowly, deliberately, heaving every stroke. He has been targeting all your sweet spots but somehow you have been able to keep yourself up and not fall into his trap.
This game is not that bad after all.
"I am not liking this babe..." you say to him.
He hums in return. Your eyes meet his and suddenly you see his tattoed hand coming up again but not to caress your jaw this time but to take hold of your neck.
He gently grabs your throat, keeping you in place. A sudden cut of airflow makes you squirm under him. Compared that with his tongue and you are already losing it.
"You sure about that babe?" He taunts
His hold gets stronger with each stroke, a gentle pressure but enough to make you squirm. Before you could tell him to stop. To tell him that you lost. To tell him that you will do anything he tells you to, his hand retrieves.
You don't know what he had thought of but suddenly the pressure on your breasts is also gone and left behind is a thin layer of spit. But that's not what matters right now.
What matters is how he takes off his shirt; all wrinkled from doing the hard work. His hands go up to his hair, messing it up a bit and instantly in front of you is not a cute bunny who likes to play video games and cuddle but a wolf, ready to devour you, kill you, within seconds.
And that is exactly what he does. He sits back up again in your lap and takes your limp hand.
"Jungkook, baby..." the wind is knocked out of you when he glides your hand gently from his torso, all the way down to his abdomen. Slowly. Willingly. Teasingly. His hooded eyes match yours.
It's like a personal strip show.
He gives you a wink as he asks you this question with full pride, "You willing to give up yet?"
"No..." you punch out the words even though you both know that you won't be able to hold on for too long.
"Ooh you are a tough competitor" he teases as he moves away from your lap and settles himself below your lap. His mouth is near your inner thigh.
He kisses you there. Gently at first but then passionately.
Hitched breaths, quiet whimpers and deep sighs are all that comes out of your mouth but they are not able to give Jungkook the satisfaction that he needs.
The throbbing in your clit that you have been ignoring till now had increased evidently. The closer he got, the more you felt.
A game you never thought would have made you feel this way.
"You want to give up baby?" he asks again and this time you want to say yes but something in you stops you from making that one-word slip from your tongue.
One word
Yes
"Babe stop..." your words trail off and suddenly all your thoughts vanish. All the games. All the bets. Everything. Only a thrilling feeling of Jungkook's mouth on your pussy.
A deep moan vibrates out of your throat.
You lost the game.
His sudden change of course threw you off your train of thoughts. You thought that he would carry on with his ministrations on your inner thigh but he changed his mind at the last moment.
"Uh oh...looks like someone lost the game," he says victoriously.
He gets up from where he was but one kiss on your clit was not enough for you.
Your hands reach out to his scalp, grab a hold of his hair and tug him back to where he was before.
"Yes, yes I did lose but please do leave me hanging like that!" you whine out to him
"Okay" he laughs out to you as he dives back to your pussy.
His tongue is devoted to licking every part of you. He licks up a long line from the bottom of your irritated hole all the way to the top of your clit.
"Nghh..." the moans that come out of you are pure sinful.
You tug again, reminding him to not tease. Reminding him that you have lost and he can do whatever he wants. You are the guilty one here. Not him. Never him. He never loses.
"the loser will have to do everything the winner tells them to do"
His words echo in your mind and this sudden realization makes you clench your pussy. He will do whatever he wants to do.
But before you can think more about what he can do and can't the knot in your stomach tightens to the point where you can't take it anymore.
Jungkook swirls his tongue on your clit. Again. And again. And again.
The rope that was holding you up till now breaks and you cum all over his face. He laps up each drop that comes out of you.
He slowly gets up from his position, his torso on full display. Those chiselled abs, bulky biceps and tattoos.
"You lost baby"
"I know"
"Now you gotta do whatever I tell you to"
"Mhm"
A sharp spank hits you on the side of your thigh making you yelp.
"Use your words, baby girl"
"Yes, I will do whatever you tell me to do."
"Good girl"
His words always find a way to make your heart bubble with excitement.
He leans down, closer to your ear this time
"Now, do you remember our deal?" He whispers his words to you.
Yes. You want to say yes but the fog in your head only makes much sense to you so all you do is nod.
"Good," he says "now get up and lean onto that sofa"
You oblige to his commands and lean on the headboard. Your back arched and your pussy fully exposed to him, sitting in doggy style. You had leaned your head a little low from all the dizziness but you can hear some shuffling behind you.
You have been so engrossed in Jungkook that you had completely ignored that the sun has set now. Leaving the night light to linger behind.
Suddenly you can feel a pair of hands grabbing you from behind.
"You ready for me baby?" Jungkook asks you
"Yes please" you reply
Suddenly the cold tip of his dick is touching your entrance. Its wet. You feel giddy just by the fact that he was also super turned on.
His girth is big and long enough to fill you up but can also give you pain with pleasure if wanted.
He pushes himself bit by bit inside of you, letting you settle with the feeling of him being in you.
Little by little he finally empties in you and you whimper from the pleasure.
"You okay there?" He asks and you give a small yes in return.
After listening to you he gradually starts to move inside of you. Dragging every trust to his liking. Of course, he had won the game.
Suddenly he takes his dick out of you and starts to insert two fingers inside of you, scissoring them in you. All the tightness taken away within seconds. It makes you whine.
"Why- I am ready Jungkook. I don't need prep!" You cry to him for taking away your pleasure.
"I know darling but I like to see you whimper under me"
That is all he says before he takes out his fingers and puts his dick back in you.
The pleasure returns to you and this time you reciprocate. Giving in to his sharp thrusts. You weren't the only one who was desperate. He was too. You both equally suffered in the best way possible.
Jungkook huffs his breath as he jerks into you making you jolt. A strangled noise escapes your mouth which makes him groan.
"Oh baby," he says with a particularly hard thrust which makes you see stars.
He found your sweet spot and now hits it with all that is in him.
You clench tightly onto the sofa as he thrusts into you harshly. Nothing caring is left in him. Only the primal desire to get off.
Your skin warms up as you feel the all too familiar knot bubbling up in your stomach.
Your trembling doesn't stop as he increases his pace. Your skin prickles with heat, sweat dripping from your brows.
Too much. This is getting too overwhelming.
The knot becomes tighter which makes your toes curl and then all you see is white light.
He pushes you off the edge and comes tumbling down himself.
You shudder during your post-orgasm state.
You don't know when you closed your eyes but when you open them, Jungkook calls to you.
"Baby..." he says and you know he is asking you to come back to him.
So you push yourself up from the sofa and give into his embrace. Cleaning be dammed. You both can do that later but this. This feeling of safety that you both give each other is more important.
"You liked it y/n?" Jungkook asks after a while. When you both catch your breath.
"Oh yeah," You reply excitedly "you should find games like this more often"
Jungkook laughs at your comment and hugs you closer to him.
