Yakuly - Yakully

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⮔ (G)I-dle (ot6)

⮔ Genre: criminal!Gidle, criminal universe, angst, !minors do not interact!, inspired by the "Chicago" broadway musical/movie

⮔ Warnings: Cursing, sugestive, mention of sex, mentions of abusive relationship (please do not read, if it triggers you!), murder!

⮔ Chapters: 7

⮔ Posting: Every Tuesday, after 18 p.m (Brazil)

⮔Summary: The 1920s in the city of Chicago were incredibly prosperous for citizens. Everyone seemed to live in a haze of lust, making them spend and flaunt all their riches. Bars full of Jazz, Whiskey, and cigarettes. Indecent women with their fishnet stockings made good men sin, and forget their wives. At the same time, a wave of crime swept through the city.

Everyone who read the newspapers knew them, and even those who pretended not to, as they believed they were too "cult", knew their names, faces, and the crimes that led them to the much-feared "Cook County Jail" of Cook').

So maybe by knowing their true story, they can have their own understanding of their cases. And maybe, who knows, absolve them of their sins.

⮔A/N: 1° These movie/musical characters were inspired by true stories of 1920s Chicago criminals. But this book is just a fictional work of the characters created, and not inspired by the real women (although their stories are amazing too!);

2° As the story is based on Native American people, but the members are Asian, so in this book, they will be part of a small Asian community in Chicago (so the essence of the story remains the same);

3° The rating is +16/+18, so if you are a minor, please do not interact with this book.

Hi again, it's me, your long-forgotten friend! I have had this story written for a while, but university got me stuck, and since the girls dropped the comeback, I thought "why not?" So please receive "Passional Crime" and also be kind, since English it is not my first language! Hope you have a great time xoxo

Chapters!

♡ Pop! ♡ Six! ♡ Squish...

♡ Cicero. ♡ Lipschitz!

♡ Judgements

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Six...

❤️ Capítulo: Six...

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❤️ Avisos: Xingamentos, menção de sexo, assassinato, envenenamento, morte.

Six...

Dizem que a primeira impressão, é a que fica. Mas dizem também, que suas atitudes podem mudar como as pessoas te creditaram no princípio. Eu sempre fui o tipo de pessoa que acreditava fielmente na primeira constatação, até encontrar ele.

Ezekiel Young.

Fui para Salt Lake city visitar uma prima que tinha acabado de noivar, e estava com as animações nas alturas. Ela então, decidiu que nós tínhamos a obrigação de andar por toda cidade fazendo compras.

E apesar de ter sido uma das semanas mais frias da minha vida, o sorriso e a animação de minha prima, esquentaram meu humor - e seu anel de noivado, incrivelmente grande e brilhoso na mão da morena também aqueceram meu coração.

Foi quando o encontrei. E não estou usando a palavra em um sentido romântico, onde os dois passam por um momento romântico ao completo acaso. Nossos corpos literalmente se encontraram no meio do caminho, em um esbarrão tão violento, que minhas sacolas voaram, e as roupas se espalharam pela calçada.

"A senhorita está bem?" Apesar de ter belos olhos azuis, e ter sido gentil, eu estava possessa, então não, não estava nada bem. E fiz questão que ele visse isso.

"Você acha que estou bem?" Reclamei recusando sua mão estendida e me levantando sozinha, observando parte do estrago que ainda estava na rua, já que minha prima foi solidária em juntar minhas peças. "Olha isso! Não olha por onde anda?! Poderia ter me matado!"

Confesso que exagerar é um dom meu, e poderia facilmente continuar gritando com ele na rua, mas minha prima me impediu.

Passei dois dias sem me lembrar do acaso, mas foi quase impossível quando ele veio até mim. Dessa vez mais calma - e interessada no café que ele insistiu em pagar - não pude deixar me levar por suas desculpas, olhão azuis e cabelos morenos. Ele tinha essa mania de morder o lábio inferior sempre que eu ficava quieta de mais, o que me chamou atenção mais ainda.

Ao final da viajem nós já estávamos namorado. E não demorou muito para então nos mudarmos para uma casa.

Eu estava feliz, vivendo meu romance de cinema, dia após dia. Nós falávamos quase sempre, pois Ezekiel sempre dava um jeito de estar presente no meu dia: me mandava flores, chocolates, pequenos bilhetes escondidos nas minhas coisas... Quando chegamos em casa, eu não me importava de cozinhar e servir, não apenas sua janta, mas também seu Whisky, do jeitinho que ele sempre amou.

Mas aí tudo mudou.

Six...

Os abraços e carinhos diminuíram, os presentes diminuíram, os bilhetes foram ficando menores, até quase não existirem mais... E aquilo começou a me incomodar. Nem as nossas noites que eram quentes aguentaram e foram esfriando cada vez mais.

Six...

"Eu não sei, tem alguma coisa fedendo aqui" comento em um café com minha prima, que dessa vez, veio me visitar.

"Talvez seja o leite estragado" ela brinca, rindo sozinha da própria piada, mas para ao ver minha feição impassível. Assim que chegamos no restaurante, comecei a contar tudo sobre minha relação com Ezekiel, e em como tudo foi se esvairindo. "Calma prima, pode não ser nada"

"Ta, mas e se for alguma coisa? O que ele pode estar me escondendo?" Rebato incomodada com a ideia de que meu quase marido pode estar fazendo pelas minhas costas "Sou Seo Soojin! Não nasci pra ser enganada por ninguém!"

"Tudo bem, tudo bem, já que você desconfia, acho que tenho uma ideia..."

A ideia da minha prima tinha um nome: Charles Hamilton. Ele era nada mais nada menos, do que um detetive particular de ponta, aparentemente descobriu os segredos mais cabeludos de homens casados em Salt Lake.

Naquela mesma tarde nos falamos pelo telefone e acertamos todos os termos e datalhes. E deixei bem claro que ele deveria me contar tudo o que descobrisse, independente do valor, eu tinha dinheiro o suficiente pra isso. E assim, se passaram seis meses.

Six...

Quando conheci Charles Hamilton pela primeira vez ele era completamente diferente do homem idoso, cabelos brancos, corcunda e enrugado que imaginei que ele seria. Ele era justamente o contrário, alto, rosto quadrado, barba bem feita, começando a ficar grisalho agora. E incrivelmente cheiroso. Deus!

"Bom dia, senhorita Young!" Ele me comprimenta, sorrindo brevemente, o que chama ainda mais minha atenção. Sem perder tempo, erho minha mão, para que o mesmo a pegue - o que ele faz, sorrindo maior.

"Por favor, Soojin." Peço sorrindo, e me sentando a sua frente. Começamos o assunto sem muita demora.

Acontece que Ezekiel Young, tinha não apenas uma mulher, nem duas, nem três. Ezekiel Young mantinha seis esposas.

Seis esposas.

Six...

Todas as viagens a trabalho que ele dizia fazer todo esse tempo, eram pra rever suas esposas...Califórnia, Colorado, Arizona, Novo México, Kansas e Nebraska. Seis mulheres em seis estados.

"Sinto muito senhorita Soojin, mas aparentemente seu marido é um mórmon" Charles fala após me entregar todas as fotos de Ezekiel com suas mulheres. Meu estômago deu uma volta, e me senti doente.

"Filho da puta" reclamo ainda sem acreditar, e Charles me olha com pena, coçando a garganta. Olho esse homem incrivelmente bonito e decido que não vou sair por baixo nessa situação, e me preparo para a maior atuação da minha vida. "O que faço agora?!"

Começo a chorar baixinho no guardanapo, as lágrimas mais forçadas, e as últimas que já derramei. Charles se senta na cadeira ao meu lado, me entregando seu lenço de linha, para substituir o guardanapo, e tornou a falar:

"Aparentemente, Ezekiel é um mórmon... é comum que eles..."

"Eu sou feia?" O interrompo, fazendo minha melhor cara de boba, e surtiu efeito. Mais cinco minutos de teatro dramático, misturado com uma boa sedução velada, e transei com Charles Hamilton na cama que dívida com Ezekiel Young.

Assim que o detetive se foi, com promessas de que retornaria para me ajudar no que precisasse, decide que iria deixar bem claro para meu marido, que ele não deveria jamais ter tentado me enganar.

Tudo se segue como um dia normal. Faço arrumo nossa casa, preparo nossa comida e tomo um banho especial, tendo certeza de que ficarei mais cheirosa que o normal. Visto minha melhor roupa e faço uma maquiagem incrível.

Six...

Meus esforços claramente não passam despercebidos pelo moreno, que sorri feliz ao me ver. Ezekiel me agarra, tentando me beijar, mas desvio fingindo ser charme. E ele cai nessa.

Nos sentamos pra jantar normalmente, e quanto ele se senta para ver sua tevê, lhe entrego seu whisky especial. Faço questão de me sentar em seu colo, e acariciar seu rosto.

"Quer saber uma coisa engraçada que aconteceu hoje?" Pergunto usando uma voz aveludada, vejo que peguei sua atenção e continuo, mas só após ele tomar um grande gole do álcool. "Eu transei com um cara chamado Charles na nossa cama."

Assim que digo minhas últimas palavras, vejo quando elas fazem sentido no cérebro de Ezekiel, que se levanta rapidamente, praticamente me jogando longe, se não estivesse esperado por isso. E é por isso que me recomponho rápido.

"O que disse vadia?" Ele indaga, e vejo sua raiva subir ao rosto. Sorrio para o provocar.

Six...

"Não ouviu benzinho? Sua esposa fodeu outro cara na sua cama!" Falo mais alto e forte. Ezekiel termina sua bebida em um gole só, e rio. Burro.

"Vadia estúpida!" O copo vazio é lançado em minha direção e ele está sob meu pescoço, apertando para me deixar sem ar, o que só funciona por alguns minutos, e ele percebe também.

"Qual o problema? Está fraco?" Ergo uma sobrancelha sorrindo e o empurrando forte. Ezekiel cai.

"Deveria chamar uma das suas outras seis esposas pra salvar sua vida, benzinho." Me aproximo de seu corpo já extremamente pálido e sorrio segurando seu rosto "mexeu com a vadia errada"

Six...

Eu tinha um plano de fuga perfeito, e eu estava prestes a conseguir sair de casa quando a polícia chegou. Aparentemente minha vizinha ouviu os gritos de Ezekiel e temeu pela minha vida. E no final, nem Charles Hamilton nunca deu notícias de nada. Filho da puta.

Six...

[Transcrição da Apreensão da Ré]

Vamos começar. Seu nome, por favor.

Seo Soojin, amor.

Sua idade?

24, isso vai demorar muito?

Por que a senhora foi presa?

O filha da puta do meu marido me traia com seis mulheres. Ofereci uma bebidinha pra ele. Pena que ele sempre foi um fracote...

E qual a motivação da senhora?

Pergunta pra uma das esposas dele.

E como a senhora de declara?

Culpada, mon amour. Ele me usou, como se eu fosse a porra de uma concubina! 

! MagicHao ¡

⿴ ≡ ¡Xu Minghao! (ɪᴅᴏʟ! Minghao x ɪᴅᴏʟ!ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴘᴀʟᴀᴠʀᴀꜱ: 644 palavras ᴀᴠɪꜱᴏꜱ: menção de comida. ≡ ⿴

Se tem um adjetivo de definir seu dia, esse adjetivo seria: estranho. Mas não um estranho ruim quando na semana passada você acordou caindo de cama (literalmente) e acabou encarando seu teto a noite, do mesmo jeito que fez quando isso aconteceu, mas dessa vez imaginando como teve coragem de sair de casa naquele dia. Esse, é um estranho bom.

É um estranho em que você acorda incrivelmente animada em uma plena segunda feira, quando sua agenda está cheia. Um estranho em que você não consegue parar de cantarolar a música nova do seu grupo favorito (e consequentemente do seu namorado). Um dia estranho, que durante sua pausa do almoço, você tem tempo suficiente para poder comprar um café na sua cafeteria favorita e volta andando calmamente pelo sol quente no dia frio.

É um dia estranho em que você consegue ir visitar seu namorado no dormitório dele e do seu grupo.

- S/n noona, sua comida é incrível! - você sorri pelo elogio que sai da boca do maknae ainda cheia. Seungcheol da um tapa em seu braço pela ma educação, e você sorri agradecendo do mesmo modo.

- Foi assim que você conquistou o coração do nosso Minghao? - Jeonghan pergunta parecendo realmente curioso. Por um instante você para pra pensar e se dá conta de que nunca realmente falaram sobre isso com o grupo. Mas antes que consiga dizer algo, seu namorado passa a frente.

- Humilde da sua parte acreditar que ela quem teve que fazer alguma coisa.

- Então foi o hyung que teve que te conquistar?! - Hansol pareceu realmente chocado com a nova informação, e você sorri com sua feição.

É, foi definitivamente um dia estranho, mas um estranho bom. E ficou ainda melhor quando de noite você estava agarrada em seu namorado de baixo dos cobertores na noite fria. Ambos conversavam sobre o dia que tiveram, e você diz sobre sua teoria do dia estranhamente bom. Minghao te olha com seus olhos brilhantes e sorri brincando com seu cabelo:

- Bom, meu dia sempre é bom quando eu sei que vou te ver.

- Então você quer dizer que meu dia foi bom, por que eu sabia que ia te ver? - você pergunta sorrindo, não deixando de ser totalmente mentira. - seria isso então a magichao?

- Você disse isso mesmo?! - ambos começam a rir da brincadeira.

Mas é somente durante a noite, quando você acorda e olha pela janela, e vê: neve. A primeira neve do ano! Você se levanta esquecendo totalmente que Minghao dormia ao seu lado, o assustando quando o fez.

- O que aconteceu? - o moreno pergunta em uma mistura de confusão, curiosidade e preocupação.

- NEVE! - É tudo o que você responde antes de sair do quarto correndo escutando o rapaz chamar seu nome.

Do lado de fora, você sente os flocos de neve caindo ao seu redor e começa a rir com aquilo.

- Ya! Você quer morrer congelada? - Minghao indaga já atrás de você. Ele te cobre com uma blusa enorme e com pantufas, que você tinha esquecido. Logo todos os Seventeen se juntam a vocês e passam a brincar na neve, e a tirar fotos.

- É, aparentemente o motivo do meu dia bom, foi a primeira neve, e não você. - você resolve brincar com seu namorado que agora tinha suas mãos em sua cintura enquanto te abraça.

- Não, eu ainda acho que foi a minha mágica mesmo. - ele faz uma cara pensando e sorrindo com você - Por quemingha eu sei que a mágica do meu dia foi você. - e após dizer isso, Minghao te puxa para um beijo delicado e doce, que é quebrado apenas por que o rapaz foi atingido com uma bola de neve feita por Jihoon, que iniciou uma guerra de neve quase durante a noite toda.

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! MagicHao ¡

⿴ ≡ ¡Xu Minghao! (ɪᴅᴏʟ! Minghao x Nonɪᴅᴏʟ!ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) Words: 644 words Warning: mention of food. ≡ ⿴

If it has an adjective to define your day, that adjective would be: weird. But not a bad stranger when last week you woke up falling out of bed (literally) and ended up staring at your ceiling at night, just like you did when it happened, but this time wondering how brave you had to leave the house that day. This one is a good stranger.

It’s a stranger where you wake up incredibly excited on a full Monday when your schedule is full. A stranger where you can’t stop humming the new song of your favorite group (and therefore your boyfriend). A strange day, during your lunch break, you have enough time to buy a coffee at your favorite coffee shop and walk back calmly walking through the hot sun on a cold day.

It’s a weird day when you get to visit your boyfriend in his and your group’s dorm.

“S/n noona, your food is amazing!” You smile at the compliment that comes out of the maknae is still full mouth. Seungcheol slaps your arm for rudeness, and you smile in thanks in the same way.

“Is that how you won our Minghao’s heart?” Jeonghan asks, looking curious. For a moment you stop to think and realize that they never really talked about it with the group. But before you can say anything, your boyfriend steps forward.

“Bold of you to believe that she was the one who had to do something.”

“So it was hyung who had to win you over?!” Hansol looked shocked at the new information, and you smiled at his face.

Yeah, it was a weird day, but a nice weird one. And it got even better when at night you were cuddling your boyfriend under the blankets in the cold night. They were both talking about the day they had, and you say about your theory of the strangely good day. Minghao looks at you with his bright eyes and smiles playing with your hair:

“Well, my day is always good when I know I’m going to see you.”

“So you mean my day was good because did I knew I’d see you?” you ask, smiling, still being untrue. “would that be the magichao then”

“Did you actually just said that?!” – both start laughing.

When you wake up and look out the window, and see: snow. The first snow of the year! You get up totally forgetting that Minghao slept beside you, scaring him when he did.

“What happened?” The brunette asks in a mixture of confusion, curiosity, and concern.

“SNOW!” That’s all you answer before you run out of the room and hear the boy call your name.

Outside, you feel the snowflakes falling around you and you start laughing at it.

“Ya! Do you want to freeze to death?” Minghao asks after you. He covers you with a huge blouse and slippers that you had forgotten about. Soon all the Seventeens were playing together in the snow and taking pictures.

“Yeah, apparently the reason for my good day was the first snow, not you.” you decide to play with your boyfriend who now has his hands on your waist as he hugs you.

“No, I still think it was my magic.” He makes a thinking and smiling face with you “Because I know the magic of my day, was you.” and after saying that, Minghao pulls you into a gentle, sweet kiss, which is broken only because the boy was hit with a snowball made by Jihoon, who started a snow fight that lasted most of the night.

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⿴ ≡ Im Changkyun (Idol! Changkyun x NonIdol!ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) Words: 1.487 words Warnings: explicit sex; Changkyun lip piercing, so lots of kisses; slightly cockwarming. ⚠️MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT⚠️≡ ⿴

Hot. Between a lot of adjectives, this one is the best to define my boyfriend. Even more now. Changkyun was getting ready to be at the stage with his group mates, what it meant I could only see his clothes when I scaped to see him. And I confess I wasn’t ready to what I saw.

 Changkyun appeared with his tight black jeans, and a red jacket covering his shirt. But what coght me out of guard it was on his lips. A piercing at his low lip. “hey babe!” His grasp voice and smirk added to the another piercing but on his eyebrow, and that gives me the feeling that it was something purposeful. “What you thought about the clothes of tonight?” The brown haired guy comes closer smiling.

 I get up, and when his body is in front of me, I abruptly pull him closer, holding his hips “A big hottie”. I gave him the compliment listening his low laugh “babe, what do you think of keep this up when we get home?” I ask looking straight to his lip piercing not having the intention to hide that his previous plan to get into me had worked.

“Anything that my babe wants” Chang hug my hips and I smile with that. I stand on tiptoes to reach to his face and and I quickly pull his low lip with my teeth whispering near him “great”. I can see his eyes getting darker, but when he leans Shownu’s voices is heard at the door calling him to go to the stage. The boy grunt disappointed, and before he leaves I repeat his actions receiving a warning look from him.

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During all the concert I saw how I wasn’t the only one to appreciate his fake piercing, listening from some fans beside me talking about ‘how hot’ he was. And in fact he really was, but besides his look, he was acting tease, knowing how hot he is.  

I’ve had never seeing him left the stage in such a hurry, and getting into the car to ride us home also quickly. And I couldn’t hold the laugh when he rushed to our apartment door unlocking it pretty fast. We barely get into the house, when Changkyun press me against the wood kissing me voraciously taking away my breath. “Babe…lock…the door…” I try to tell him between the kiss. Im grunt at my lips doing what I told.

Not wanting to wait anymore, the brown haired guy get me into his arms and lead the both of us to the room. When we get there I start to undress him, starting with his shirt that with an a second its already at the floor. I take a time to look at his torso and I can’t resist to the urging to kiss and bite his taned skin, felling his breathing getting choppy.

I back to kiss his lips feeling once again the metal against my own lips, and letting my hands starting to unzip his belt “damn babe, If I knew how it would reach you, I would had used the lip piercing before” I smile bitting his lip answering him “then don’t stop using it”.  

Changkyun take my shirt off and lay me on the bad, we both smile and I watch the way that his eyes go through my body before he do what I have done with his own. One of his large hands go straight to my breast and squeeze it on top of the bowl of my bra “babe you have a really big heart” Changkyun jokes smirking “shut up” it’s the answer that he receives from me, before I pull his face so I can kiss him one more time.

All of Changkyun’s kisses are delicious, but his fake piercing let his lips even better. I help him to take it off my underwear, and without any hesitation, Changkyun take his time making me going crazy. While his face was on top of my body, I trie to gain some friction moving my hips against his own to get what I want. “Changie, I need you” I use his pet name to sinalize to him how needy I’m for him. “How you are being a good girl, I’m gonna let you decide what do you want first… my mouth or my fingers baby?” My boyfriend ask me kissing my neck, the place he knows that get me weak. “Both” I answer him taking a deep breath and feel his smile against my skin. We take the rest of ours clothes faster that we can.

Im hold my tights after getting comfortable on the bed, and I definitely wasn’t expecting the way that he sucked my clit, making me moan out loud. Changkyun introduce his tongue, moving the way that he knows that it drive’s me crazy. The feeling of his piercing on my heated skin brings a even better feeling.

Changkyun definitely knows how to use his tongue, but he knows even more how to use it with his fingers, because at the moment that he decided to use both of them on me, my head gets cloudy, and the only thing I know how to do right now, is moan. “You’re so pretty like this baby but why don’t you moan a little louder?” I already know what to expect when I heard his words, but that doesn’t mean I was actually ready to when he hold me even tighter and eat me out faster and roughly. While Changkyun was having his face deeper on my intimacy, my hips tried to leave his embarace, but only being a action of reflex, however  his strong hands keep me on my pace. How he previously had planned, my moans start to increase, and are now showing how desperate I’m. “Babe…i’m…” I try to mumble something, and i know that he understood, once he start to move faster. I don’t need not even five minuts, and already feel my climax, still my boyfriend keeps with is oral movements making me tremble even more.

“As always, a bigg hottie” I see the boy smirk cleaning the corner of his lips. I melt under his eyes over my body and I try to calm my breath “look at you…so beautifull” Chang take his lips to mine and start to assert his dominance over the kiss, and over me.

I leade my hands over the bulge on his pants and I hear his moan against mine mouth. I free him from the belt and take his pants off, leting be visible his needs. Once Chang take off  his red underwear, I can see that his dripping so I give him a little 'help’. “Fuck babe! You have magic hands!” I hear him while I move my hands in a slow pace on his member. Changkyun throw back his head and I smile with the sinner vision my boyfriend gives to me. The swet start raising in his neck, making him even more irrestible. “Fuck it, I need to be inside you” Im holds my face bitting my low lip. I confirm with my head before pull away from him while he gets the condoms in the drawer besides the bed. Changkyun take a deep breath while put the protection on himself and that noise it’s music for my ears.

At the moment he is at the bed, I pull his body to sit with his back at the wall. “Today I want to ride you” I explain while I bite his lip that was shining with a smirk. I sit on his member slowly, feeling him fill me up completely. “Move” I’m commandad, and so I do, starting to move my hips slowly.

 I hold Changkyun’s face apreciating his beauty. He had his eyes closed, had back supporting at the wall, pure pleasure  stamped on his face, and leaving his mouth low and huscky moans that send shivers to all my body. When he’s eyes open and he looks at me, I can see the luxury presence on them. “Like what you see babe?”

 "A lot“ is my answer before another wild kiss, and Changkyun starts to move against my hips. Hitting my 'G’ spot, and once more, my moans volume up. I hold myself on the brown haired guy, unintentiolly scratching his back, and he let his lips on my neck increasing my pleasure.

Not much later, I reach my seacond high, falling in over his body, that keep it moving reaching his own pleasure, reaching it not much after I did, holding me against himself. We keep hugging at the same position trying comeback to normal. I smile feeling his hand caressing my back.

”I definetly gonna buy more of these" Chang speaks throught the silence,making me laugh slightly. “You get even more hot with that” I answer kissing the skin I could reach. We comeback to stay in silence for a couple more of seaconds until Chang speaks again “You know, this is kinda good”

 I face him in doubt until realise that he was still inside me “That’s your way to ask for try cockwarming?” I ask and my boyfriend close his eyes confirming with his head a little embarraced. “You think you can stand still?” I ask and he look at me with shining eyes “Is that a 'yes’?” “If you take this condoms off and we take a shower before, than yes” I watch when my answer makes my boyfriend smile.  

So we take a relaxing shower and fallen into the bed, even closer as before.

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I’m so sorry I took me so long to translate this, but I don’t know what happend, but once I Write something, I get shy reading again ksnsjs ANYWAY please let me know what you think, and if I did something wrong. Wuv ya! 🌹💖

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❤️ Chapter: POP!

❤️ Minnie x Leitor!Homem

❤️ Words: 849

❤️ Warnings: Cursing, murder, death, angry, blood.

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No, our relationship wasn't bad, or terrible. In fact, I think we were the healthiest couple on our street, or even in our neighborhood.

But the point is: as human beings, individuals… we all have our faults. I myself admit that I have some flaws, like when I read a magazine and leave a few ears on random pages, or even not wash my dishes after I finish my meals. But of course, these are major flaws.

Bernie David was a husband's sweetheart on a general panel, but he had this flaw… Bernie loved popping bubblegum bubbles. No matter the moment, let alone how much you ask, he will always look at you and burst a bubble.

I usually let it go, with a sour and humorous comment at the same time, but then, I couldn't ignore it anymore…

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Work keeps consuming me more each day. The papers kept arriving in droves, the men were always yelling at me for futile reasons, "You didn't put the comma correctly!", I wanted to throw those papers in my boss's face and have them shoved up his ass because they mistake was committed by Tony, not me. And when they didn't blame me, they looked at me strangely or tried to provoke me, doubting my position. I was on the verge of bursting.

But it's finally Friday, and in theory, I could rest the entire weekend if it weren't for another pile of documents that must be corrected. But it's ok, I know I can. All I need is peace and silence.

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As soon as I get home, I find my husband in the living room, watching some game that doesn't interest me. I take off my shoes and leave my keys and bags in the right place.

"I'm going to take a shower" I inform Bernie, glancing at him sideways, but the man is apparently having a good day as he turns from his chair towards me, wipes his hands on his pants, and opens his arms with a smile on his face.

"What? No, my love, come here and say hello to your husband that you loves you so much!"

I roll my eyes, but head towards him, after all, I know my bad day isn't his fault, and he always had this scent of clean clothes and soaps that reminded me of home and comforted me. As we break free and I head upstairs to the bathroom, I hear her bubble gum pop on his lips.

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Showered, papers on the table, I decide to have a snack for my dinner, as I don't want too many difficulties and Bernie is very satisfied with his peanuts, beers and of course, his gum.

As I focus on reviewing the papers, I notice mistakes and more mistakes made by those scoundrels, and I put my 'dinner' aside. I still can't believe I've spent the entire week being made fun of by mediocre men who think they're incredibly better than me because someone told them that. Come on, a five-year-old knows how to write inconsequential. Well, maybe not, but in this case, I truly believe so.

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Idiot men, donkeys, dicks in the ass. Who was the clueless one that made them believe they're actually better than us women because they have a dick? You see, we bleed every month and we are still alive. That's impressive!

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"Bernie dear, can you please stop the bubbles? I'm trying to work here!" I use my calmest, sweetest voice when yelling, the last thing I want is for him to tease me childishly.

"Minnie honey, can you please stop screaming? I'm trying to pop bubbles in here!"

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Of course, he was going to answer me like that, maturity was never his strong point. But I let it go this time.

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And this one too.

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He can only be doing it on purpose… "Bernie it's serious!" I try to sound more serious, I need peace, I need to finish this today and be free of everyone, at least on my weekends.

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I can't think anymore, I can't focus anymore, and I let the anger and frustration turn my vision red and I don't have complete control over my next actions.

I walk into the living room, with purposeful, heavy, angry steps, past Bernie and his playful smile and ridiculous comment.

"You don't like to pop so much? Let's see what you think of this poping?"

Our hunting rifle is in my hands, and pointing toward him in the chair, as he turns around. All the anger and helplessness he'd felt before dissipated and then he exploded. So was the blood on Bernie's skull from the well-aimed shot to his head.

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[Transcription of Defendant's Apprehension]

Alright, let's get started. Please tell me your name.

It's Nicha Yontararak, but I prefer to be called Minnie.

Your age?

24 years

Why were you arrested?

Because I killed my idiot husband with probably the most accurate shot he's ever seen.

And what is your motivation?

The fucking bubble gum!

And how do you declare yourself?

Guilty. But damn it! I warned him! I asked him… But no… He knew what the fuck he was doing!