Summary: You’re Elvis’s Childhood Best Friend, And He’s Been In Love With You For As Long As He

wise words from Johnny

Hi hi! I’m sure you’re being flooded, but I’d love a little something about younger (20 or older though!) reader babysitting for dad! Steve. Smutty if you feel so inclined. Can be single or not, dealer’s choice!

I went wayyyy overboard with this, oops, but it was so sexy omfg

word count: 2k

warnings: huge age gap (45+ vs 20), unprotected sex, breeding kink, oral m receiving, sliiiightly mean dom steve, size kink, stomach bulge kink, daddy kink

You'd been crushing on Mr. Harrington for years, actually... even before the divorce.

It wasn't just that he was good-looking, although that was obviously part of it. It was the way he acted with you, it made you feel all girly and little and dumb; it was the way he played with his kids which made your uterus sob in envy; it was the way he wore reflective shades to the pool and you had to wonder if he was looking at you and seeing how much you'd grown.

For the longest, much to your dismay, nothing happened between you. You'd been trying to make conversation after he came back each night to finish your babysitting shift, but it never really worked. Nothing worked, actually, not even the skimpy outfits or the strategic bending over or the casual touches to his arm or knee.

Nothing worked until last night.

It started mostly normal, except that he was obviously in a worse mood than usual. You asked how his date went; he dodged the question. You pressed again, and he shook his head as he sat down on the couch, running his hands over his hair.

"It's starting to feel futile," he explained, speaking quietly knowing his kids were asleep down the hall.

"What is?"

"All of it," he breathed. "Dating, work, all of it."

You sat next to him, pulling your knees up on the sofa and tilting your head sympathetically. "Tell me about it," you offered.

Amazingly, he did. He told you about how each woman he went out with was worse than the last, and he didn't trust any of them with his kids. That made your heart skip; I'm his babysitter, he trusts me with his kids.

He told you about how rough the divorce had been, and then the custody arrangements. Apparently he was still dealing with that even though Mrs. Harrington had moved out probably almost two years ago now.

He told you about how hard his job was, how the hours killed him, how he could barely find time to spend with his family because he was putting out everyone else's fires at the office.

"That all sounds really stressful, Mr. Harrington," you cooed when he finished his rant. "You need to relax."

He chuckled a little. "Easier said than done."

"Maybe I can help you."

He raised an eyebrow in confusion, but his eyes went wide as he watched you get on your knees on the ground.

"Let me help you relax, Mr. Harrington," you pleaded, running your hands over his legs gently as they stayed slightly spread on the couch.

"Oh, uh— I— sweetie, we can't—"

You reached up to his belt, and even if his words were hesitant, he lifted his hips slightly to make it easier for you to unbuckle it.

"Are you— fuck— are you really—? Baby..."

It made your hips wiggle against the carpet hearing him talk like that. You got his fly open next, and started to rub his cock through his boxers underneath. His eyes followed your every move in disbelief.

He was just starting to get hard when you took him out, but he was already so big... your mouth was watering. You couldn't wait any longer: you looked up at him for just a second before you leaned forward and took his fat head into your mouth.

Groaning and tilting his head back, his hands found purchase in your hair instantly.

"Fuuuck," he breathed, "you're... you're so bad, sweetie, you know you shouldn't... oh my god."

You bobbed your head eagerly, feeling him swell and harden against your tongue until your mouth was stretched to its limit by his size. You hummed around him joyfully, revelling in the softly salty taste on your tongue. Stroking with your hand what your lips couldn't reach, you took a break after a few minutes to look up at him for approval.

"Where'd a sweet girl like you learn how to do that?" he asked with a long sigh. "Fuck, keep sucking... look up at me, baby."

You did as you were told, and he adjusted his hips slightly so it was easier for you to keep eye contact with him while you suckled at his throbbing head.

"Good," he praised, stroking your cheek as you worked. "Such pretty eyes... and that pretty mouth too, god. Take it deeper, sweetie, you can choke a little."

His hand helped push you down until his dick hit the end of your throat, and you gagged helplessly. He moaned loudest at that, eyes falling shut for a moment.

"Too big for your little mouth, huh?" he noticed. "Poor baby. Choke on me again."

You did as he said and noticed his hips rocking up to push his cock even deeper and gag you even harder. Tears welled in your eyes but he purred in satisfaction.

"Mm, good job," he praised, "you're so good for me, sweetie."

Needing a break for your throat, you pulled back and stroked him slowly as you made conversation. "How long has it been since somebody sucked your cock, Mr. Harrington?" you asked sweetly.

"Fuck, I don't even know— years? Before Allie was born, probably. She didn't... she never did it, really," he mumbled, and you tried not to bite your lip. Of course his bitch ex-wife never did this to him, he was probably so starved for affection for ages.

"That's such a shame," you pouted, "it tastes so good. I'd never be able to stop tasting you, Mr. Harrington."

"Then don't stop," he encouraged, pushing your head down again. You got back into the pattern, only taking breaks to lathe the shaft in long licks from base to tip; he seemed to like those a lot.

Sometimes you felt his cock throb and you hoped it meant he would come soon: you couldn't wait. You went on for a while longer, though, and started to get desperate for it. When his heavy breathing made you pretty sure he was close, you broke the pattern one more time to encourage him. "I want you to come in my mouth," you informed him. "M'gonna swallow it, sir, I promise."

"No, fuck no," he interrupted, surprising you. "No, I want that pussy. Fuck, I need your pussy, get up here."

You climbed onto the couch eagerly, straddling his lap as he started to pull your skirt up right away. He snapped your panties off like it was nothing, instantly groaning at the sight of your mound beneath; you felt so exposed in the best way, you worried you were going to drip right down onto his khakis with him looking at you like that.

"Fuck, sweetie, you're so gorgeous," he sighed, "such a gorgeous little pussy. C'mere..."

He held your thighs, petting them as he guided you down to his cock. He stopped looking at it once he was just barely pushing inside, instead starting to watch your face as you sank down onto his length with a moan. "Fuck!" you whimpered. "Fuck, too big, you're too—"

"Shh, shh," he soothed, "gotta be quiet, baby, the kids are asleep."

Your gut burned from how stupidly hot that was, and you bit your lip to try to keep it down. His cock reached the end of you and you jolted, trying to move back up, but he shook his head and kept guiding you down.

"No, sweetie, you need to take all of me," he scolded gently. "You're gonna take all of me, fuck, so good..."

Finally, somehow, he managed to get it all inside until your thighs were flush with his. You were shaking, it was so deep you were shaking; there was a slight bulge in your tummy where his cock filled you. "Mr. Harrington, it's too deep..."

He growled, actually growled, and held your hips tightly. "No, baby, it's just the right amount. You're taking me so good... all of my cock is in you, sweetie, you're doing so fucking good. Now just ride me."

Shaking and whimpering, you started to rock your hips on top of his; he sighed and watched you, looking wrecked in the best way.

"Yeah, fuck," he encouraged, "fuck, you know how long it's been since I had pussy like this? Tight, wet, young pussy like yours? You feel so fucking good..."

"You too," you moaned, "you feel so good, Mr. Harrington..."

He smirked a bit. "I think we're on a first name basis by now... but I want you to keep calling me that anyways. It's so fucking cute."

Pulling you a little closer, he whispered right by your ear.

"Maybe," he suggested, "you could even call me daddy."

"Oh, daddy," you pounced on the opportunity immediately, and he groaned in satisfaction. "Daddy, it feels really really good..."

"Yeah? Well then why don't you cream for me, huh? Let that cute little pussy come on my cock—"

You didn't even let him finish. You'd been worked up since he got here and it hit you all at once. He watched you proudly, thin laughter ringing in your ears.

"God, you're so sensitive," he groaned, "it's gonna take me a while, baby, I'm not as young as you... takes me all night sometimes."

You shuddered; "I don't have anywhere to be..."

"Yeah you do," he corrected, starting to guide your hips as your motions faltered from the exhaustion of coming. "Your parents are probably worried about you, sweetie. They don't know what a slut you are, do they?"

You shook your head. "N-no, daddy..."

"Fuck," he breathed, "you're so cute... show daddy your tits, sweetie— lift up your shirt for me and show me your tits."

He was more than capable of doing it himself, but he preferred to watch you roll up your tank top and let him see your tits, hardened from being so turned on by all this. You'd stopped wearing a bra around him months ago, and it was all worth it as he reached up and palmed one of your breasts.

"Mm," he hummed, "you've got great tits, baby— you show them off too much, though."

He slid his hand across your chest to touch the other gently. "I only did that for you, Mr. Harrington," you promised, "I just wanted your attention... wanted you to see how grown up I am..."

He smirked. "You got my fucking attention, sweetie."

With renewed energy, you started to take control again, riding him in earnest. "Really?" you confirmed hopefully. "Did you think about me, daddy? Did you ever jerk off and think about my tits?"

He delayed his answer by hissing a little, looking down at where your pussy slid up and down on him before tilting his head back again. "Yes," he admitted, "yeah, I thought about you. I would've done it a lot more if I knew you wanted me to."

"Of course I wanted you to," you giggled, "I have such a big crush on you, Mr. Harrington, I have for so long..."

"A crush, huh?" he laughed.

You nodded eagerly, whining when he held onto you tighter and started to thrust up into you off the couch.

"You know I'm more than twice your age, right?" he reminded you with a purr, and you nodded. "You know I'm older than your dad, right?"

Your head was spinning, but you nodded again.

"And you know I could get you pregnant... right?"

You moaned, head falling back, and he laughed.

"I knew it," he gloated, "I knew that was what you wanted— knew you needed some babies fucked into you, sweet girl. Daddy's gonna knock you up, s'that what you want?"

"Yes, yes!" you sobbed.

You weren't moving at all now, you were limp and useless as he thrust up into you hard and fast, making you cry and moan so loudly he had to cover your mouth. "I'll come, fuck, nice and deep," he promised, "and give you a baby, yeah? Get you so full and pregnant, just how you want it."

You were begging him for it, but it was all muffled into nonsense under his hand as he fucked up into you rough and fast. It ended with a groan, his head falling back and his body going limp under you as he came. You collapsed onto him, both of you sinking into the couch as you caught your breath.

His hands rested on your thighs still, sometimes petting them or moving up to your waist; you shyly hid your face in the crook of his neck, hardly believing that this really happened— and terrified you would wake up and realize it was all a wonderful dream. "Think I'm gonna need you to babysit for me again tomorrow night," he broke the silence suddenly. "I'll pay double for the short notice."

"I'll do it for free," you replied.

Daddy Dieter {Dieter Bravo x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 23.1k

Warnings: Drug use, pregnancy mention, surrogacy talk, oral sex (female receiving), sex toys, unprotected sex, cream pie, pregnancy angst, doctors, breast play, talk of anal play, oral sex (male receiving), lactation kink, cum play, food cravings, angst, Dieter being Dieter, labor, childbirth. 

Comments: Your boss, Dieter Bravo is the embodiment of an adult child. You are shocked when he decides on day that he wants a baby. Even more shocked when he wants you to be his surrogate and have it for him. 

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says ’creator chooses not to use warnings’. You also agree that you’re the right age to be consuming anything here.

“I’ve decided I want a baby.” Dieter announces this just as easily as he’s decided to get a puppy. In his mind there’s not a whole hell of a lot of difference between the two. Both are small, need to be fed and will shit everywhere, both would love him unconditionally. He’s thought about it longer than anything else he’s decided in his life, almost two days. That article with Sandra Bullock about her kids making him yearn and wonder if it was ever going to happen for him. He wasn’t getting any younger and like most things he wanted, he wanted it now. 

Your eyes widen, shocked and in disbelief, until you burst out laughing. Dieter looks offended which makes you laugh even more. The man can barely remember to shower without you telling him he has to, how the fuck is he going to look after a baby?!? “You’re joking, right?” You ask him, raising your eyebrows. 

He pouts, looking at you with annoyance. “Why would I be joking?” He asks, tilting his head, “I’m perfectly capable of being a daddy.” 

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Yandere Bambam cheating on Mark

You were on tour with the boys since Mark allowed you to go with him. You were in the same hotel room. You waited for Mark since they had a late night photo shoot. The television kept you occupied until you felt your eyelids get heavy and you fell asleep. Mark had gotten back with the boys laughing and pushing Bambam for making a sexual joke about you. He got back to the hotel and smiled lovingly at you sleeping. You had a long drive and day walking around with him so he was okay with you sleeping. Mark crawled into bed next to you to not wake you up and fell asleep as well turned away. It was late at night when your eyes fluttered open. 

You swore you felt lips on yours. You thought Mark was kissing you so you kissed back. A tongue slipped into your mouth and you lazily rubbed yours against the tongue invading your mouth. When you finally saw who it was Bambam smirked pressing his finger to his lips.  “Shh.” He whispered.

You wanted to yell and kick out Bambam but at the same time, you wanted to more. You know that it was wrong but it felt so good. Bambam slowly crawled on top of you rolling you on your back. He was like a lion slow and careful going to his prey.

“I know you want this kitten.” He whispered in your ear before trailing his soft lips down your jaw to your throat.

You let out a soft whimper. You did want it. You wanted all of it; your arousal was too much to stop. 

Mark moved half-asleep hearing your whimper; your heart beat a thousand beats per minute. You shut your eyes tight waiting for Mark to scream and kick you out but he just let out a sigh.

“You okay babe?” Mark mumbled in his sleep.

Bambam smirked down at you raising an eyebrow. He whispered against your neck. “Say something or he will be suspicious.”

“Yes, I just scratched myself by accident.” You spoke up. Your body feeling hot at the sin you were committing and Bambam’s lips on your neck still.

Mark chuckled. “Be careful sweetie.” 

That chuckle made your stomach churn. How could you be doing this to the sweetest man ever? Bambam growled feeling your hesitance. He leaned his head up pressing his lips against yours once again and slipped his hand down to feel your breast in his warm hand. The rings on his fingers cold against your skin. You wanted to whine at the feeling rubbing your thighs together needing something. 

“Bambam.” You whined softly.

Bambam smirked down at you slipping something out of his back pocket. It was the key card to his hotel room.

“Come with me. Come to my room and I will give you what you want.” He waved the card taunting.

You watch the card biting your lip then your eyes went to Mark’s sleeping form.

“However, if you come with me. If you take this. You are mine. My pet. To spoil, love, and fuck.” Bambam whispered holding up the card.

Sweet Revenge

Anonymous said: “Can you please write an jackson wang imagine when I pull the I’m leaving you prank on him because he keeps pranking me Thank you”

I hope this was what you wanted! Thank you for the request <3 <3 </p>

Enough was enough. There was only so much you could take, and you had reached your limit. 

It was time for some sweet revenge. 

It had been funny when he rearranged everything in your kitchen cabinets so you couldn’t find anything, you had laughed when you had put your feet into your boots only to find them filled with water, you didn’t even get mad when you opened your bedroom door only to have a raw egg fall on your head. You weren’t phased when clingfilm was taped across the front door after a long day of work, and you forgave the time he replaced the hand soap with honey.

But as you pulled feathers from your hair, you knew this had to stop. By the time you realized that your favorite hat was full of them, it was too late. Feathers were everywhere, on the floor, in your hair, all over your clothes and some still floated around in the air.

You walked around your apartment, looking for ideas. You had never been one for pulling pranks, just watching them, and you didn’t know where to start. 

As you wandered into yours and Jackson’s shared bedroom, you noticed your suitcase sticking out slightly from the closet. Jackson must have bumped it that morning getting his clothes, and you made to put it away. That’s when the idea came to you, the ultimate prank that would put an end to this feathery, sticky, wasteful nonsense.

Now all you had to do was set it up and wait.

When Jackson walked through the front door several hours later, he wasn’t expecting to see you sitting on the couch waiting for him with a glare. He knew the moment he walked in that something was wrong. You didn’t great him with your usual kiss, didn’t ask how his day was, didn’t say anything for a full minute.

“Hey babe.” He said hesitantly. “Something wrong?” 

You looked up at him, and he noticed the glassy look in your eyes. “I don’t think this is going to work.”

He felt like the floor had been pulled out from under him, in an instant he felt like everything he had worked so hard for was gone. “Wh… What?” Surely you were talking about something else. You had to be. Maybe you meant that the trip the two of you had planned for next month wouldn’t work with your schedule?

“Us.” You clarified. “I don’t think we’re going to work. Who were we kidding anyway? This has to stop.”

You watched as Jackson dropped his bag, looking like he didn’t quite believe you. “Did something happen?” He asked, and his voice cracked slightly. “Babe, if I did something wrong, please just tell me, we can talk about this…” He walked over to where you were seated, sinking down on his knees in front of you. You could see tears welling in his eyes, and you felt a pang of guilt.

“It’s not that you did anything, we just… Jackson, we could never really work. Haven’t we been lying to ourselves for long enough?”

“I… No, you love me. I know you do.” There was a desperation in Jackson’s voice that made your heart feel like it was breaking, and seeing him cry made you cry too. You sniffed, telling yourself that you needed to stick with the plan. You stood, unable to look at Jackson anymore, and began walking over to the bedroom.

“If you’ll just talk to me, please, we can work this out. Is this about my parents? Your parents? People on the internet? Just ignore them, they don’t know us, they don’t know how much I lo–”

You turned around abruptly, facing Jackson almost nose-to-nose. “I’ve made up my mind, Jackson.” You opened the door, walking over to the bed where your suitcase sat.

“We’ll talk in the morning, it’ll be better then–” He stopped when he saw your suitcase, and his knees gave out. That was when you knew you couldn’t keep up the charade. 

You hurried over to his shaking form, kneeling down in front of him and putting your hand on his cheek. “Jackson, hey, look at me. Don’t cry, I’m sorry, it was a prank, I didn’t mean to make you so upset.” 

“It’s my fault, isn’t it? For being gone so much?” You realized he wasn’t even listening anymore, and leaned in for a kiss. He froze the moment he felt your lips on his, and looked reproachful when you pulled away.

“That’s not fair.” He whispered. “You can’t kiss me after dumping me.”

“Baby,” You said, feeling utterly horrible as you brushed a tear from his cheek with your thumb. “It was a prank, a joke, I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry.”

“What?” His eyes were red, and he wiped his nose with his sleeve as he tried to understand. 

“I love you, I would never leave you.” You said, but he still didn’t look like he could believe you. “Look,” You said, standing to get the suitcase and bringing it back over to him. “It’s empty, see?” He watched as you opened it, and he took a deep shuddering breath.

“It was a prank?” He asked weekly, and you nodded. 

“Revenge for all the pranks you’ve been pulling on me. I think it might have gone a little too far, though.” Jackson sniffed loudly in response, pulling you close and burying his face in your neck. 

“I’m sorry.” You said again, and he let out a tired laugh.

“I guess I was asking for it.” There was a moment of silence between you before he spoke again. “So you’re really not leaving me?” 

“Never.” You said, and his grip on you tightened, as though he were afraid you might disappear if he let go.

“I think this was worse than feathers in your hat.” He pointed out, and you had to agree. “You know it’s my turn for revenge now, right?” 

You made a face, even though Jackson still couldn’t see it. “My plan was to get you to stop pranking me.” 

“You could have just asked.” You could tell from his voice that he was pouting, and you pulled away enough to peck him on the lips once again.

“I did.” You sighed. “And you responded with clingfilm across the door, remember?” 

He nodded slowly. “Oh, yeah.” He laughed, and you felt a wave of relief upon hearing it. “This was a pretty good prank, you know.” He said thoughtfully. “And you’re really good at acting, I even thought you were serious for a second there.”

“Oh really?” You snorted.

He nodded. “But your tears were totally fake, it was a dead giveaway.” 

You gasped dramatically, pretending to be hurt by the words. “I will have you know that those tears were one hundred percent authentic.”

He rolled his eyes, standing and pulling your to your feet at the same time. “Sure they were. Did you chop unions before I got here or something?”

You shook your head. “Nope, seeing you cry makes me cry.” He looked like he wanted to say something else, but then gave a slightly breathless laugh. 

“How am I supposed to be mad when you say stuff like that?” He complained as he tucked your hair behind your ear. You could tell that he wasn’t actually annoyed though, and decided that really, your plan had been a success.

Prom? (Elvis Presley x Reader)

summary: Elvis and reader are in high school together but are constantly annoying one another (Enemies to lovers?)

word count: 3.8k

warnings: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+)

I was walking down the hallway of our high school when I heard heavy footsteps pounding behind me as someone ran down the hallway.

“Y/N!” Elvis sang, jumping in front of me, halting my steps. He had his grin on full display.

I rolled my eyes “Yes, Presley?” 

“Go to prom with me.” 

I scoffed, shaking my head at him “No.” 

I side stepped him and continued walking.

“Why not?” He pouted, walking next to me.

“Aren’t you dating Dixie?” I hissed at him “Shouldn’t you take her to prom?”

“I’ll break up with her if you want doll.” He smirked.

I pushed his shoulder “No! That poor girl!”

“She won’t care.”

“She loves you. And we’re late for class!” I pushed him into our Math classroom.

“I see Mr. Presley has a bad influence on you Miss L/N! You’re both late, take a seat.” Mr. Sanders said as we walked in together. 

Elvis sat down and grinned, pointing at the seat next to him.

“You wish.” I mouthed to him and went to sit next to my friend Rachel. 

Elvis and I weren’t friends by any means but he’s been one of my classmates since freshman year and we were both seniors now. I think his favorite pastime was annoying me because he’s been doing it ever since. 

“Your test scores! Some good, some very bad.” Mr. Sanders said as he started passing out our test papers. 

I smiled seeing the A+ on mine. I looked at Elvis when I saw him put head now down and slam it softly against the desk. I couldn’t help but feel bad for him, he probably got a bad grade. 

The bell rang, dismissing the students and the professor but Elvis stayed with his head on his desk.

“You coming?” Rachel asked.

“Yeah, you go ahead.” I replied.

I picked up my back, swinging it over my shoulder and walked towards Elvis.

“Hey.” I said softly, placing my hand on his shoulder.

He slowly lifted his head up and looked at me “I failed.”

I sighed and sat next to him, taking the paper from him and looking over at his answers. 

“Y/N, if I fail the final I’m not going to graduate.” He said and went to slam his forehead back on the table but I put my hand on the desk so that he wouldn’t hurt his head. 

“Why are you being nice to me?” He asked, lifting his head back up again.

“I’m always nice to you.” I lied, biting back a smile.

Elvis chuckled and shook his head at me.

“There’s that smile!” I poked his cheek.

His cheeks flushed, turning dark red when I poked him.

“I’ll tell you what, to show you how nice I am to you. I will help you prepare for the final and make sure you have enough points to graduate.” 

His eyes softened as he looked at me “You’ll do that for me?” 

I shrugged “If you stay sad about your grades then who’s gonna annoy me every day?” 

He grinned “I knew you loved it!”

I laughed and got out of my seat “You wish Presley!”

“My place?” He asked. 

“Sure. Give me your address.” 

“Now I can tell everyone I’m taking Y/N home.” He winked. 

“You know what, you can forget it.” I replied, starting to walk away when he grabbed my hand.

“Wait, wait, wait. I’m sorry.” He laughs, squeezing my hand. 

I felt electricity shoot up my hand from him grabbing me and we both let go as if it just zapped us. 

I cleared my throat “I’ll see you after school.” I mumbled and left. 

I didn’t dislike Elvis, I actually thought he was cute and had a really nice voice but we were constantly annoying each other and trying to top one another. He had changed so much, he used to be so shy. He still is but not with me, he’s definitely outspoken when he’s with me. Always asking me out on dates or leaning in to kiss my cheeks just for a laugh. I swear I wanted to strangle him sometimes. 

Later that evening I took my father’s car and headed for Elvis’ place. I knocked on the door and waited.

“I got it!” I heard Elvis yell, followed by loud footsteps of someone running “Hey.” He grinned once he opened the door. 

I smiled “Ready to have the worst tutor you’ve ever had?” 

He laughed, opening the door wider for me to walk in “Definitely the prettiest tutor I’ve ever had.” He smirked leaning against the door frame.

“Shut up Presley.” I shoved his shoulder, biting back a smile. 

As I walked in Elvis’ mom walked out of the kitchen and smiled once she saw me.

“Hi, you must be Y/N! Elvis talks about you all the time!” She said and pulled me in for a hug.

“Mom.” Elvis grumbled.

I laughed and hugged her back “I bet its all bad things.”

“Thank you for helping my son out, that’s very kind of you.” She said once she pulled away from the hug. 

“I’ll make sure he’s right next to me at graduation.” I smiled. 

“Okay, come on. Let’s go to my room.” Elvis said, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards his room. There’s that electricity again, it felt so weird but I pretended like I didn’t feel anything.

“It was nice meeting you Mrs. Presley.” I said, as Elvis pulled me with him.

“Call me Gladys, honey.” She smiled and walked back to the kitchen. 

“Can we make out now?” Elvis asked, once he shut his bedroom door.

I grinned, wanting to mess with him. I walked towards him and placed a hand on his chest “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

“What?” He asked, looking at me with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. 

“In your dreams Presley. Now, where’s your Math book?” I said, leaning back from him. 

He pouted and pulled out his book from his backpack. We sat on the floor and I pulled out his midterms to see his weak points. 

We worked on solving some problems for the next two hours, Gladys coming in to bring us snacks and drinks every once in a while. 

“Okay, last question for today. Very important because you didn’t get any points on it on the midterm.”

“Finally.” Elvis replied.

“What? Are you not having fun hanging out with me Presley?” I teased. 

“Oh I’ve imagined you in my bedroom a thousand times but not like this.” He replied.

“How do you imagine me in your bedroom?” I raised my eyebrow.

He grinned and crawled over to me “I imagine you naked, under me.” He whispered, his face so close to mine. His hands on either side of my body. 

I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, his scent hitting me hard. He smelt so good and manly “Do you imagine me instead of Dixie?” 

Elvis grunted, releasing a breath. 

“Now can we go back to this so that I can go home?” I said, pushing him away from me.

Elvis cleared his throat and went back to siting next to me while I explained the last problem.

I explained the problem and asked him if he got it, without looking up at him.

I turned to look at him to see him staring at me intently with his mouth slightly open.

“Presley.” I said.

He nodded.

“Hey.” I said and waved a hand in front of his face.

“Huh?” He asked, blinking and refocusing.

“Did you get it?”

“Uh, no. Can you repeat it?” He asked.

“Yeah, pay attention.” 

Elvis and I spent the next couple of months with the same routine. I would come over twice a week and tutor him. He stopped flirting as much and we had actually started becoming friends, I enjoyed hanging out with him but I think I started developing a crush on him. However, I would never do anything to pursue because he had a girlfriend and it was unfair to Dixie. Even my best friend Rachel started teasing me about my newfound friendship with Elvis saying that I never hated him and never found him annoying. She said we’re meant to be and it’s going to happen eventually. I told her she was insane and nothing could ever happen between Elvis and me. Obviously I didn’t tell her about my crush but I know Elvis does not look at me like that. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to prom with me? You know I’m a good dancer.” Elvis said leaning next to my locker. 

“Oh I’ve seen how you dance.” I replied, taking my books out of my locker. 

“So you agree?!”

“Yeah, I’m not blind.” I smirked, looking at him. 

“Does it make you want to throw your drenched panties at me?” He smirked, leaning closer to me. 

“I don’t even dare to wear panties to your performances because they’re ruined the moment I see you.” I replied, batting my eyelashes. 

Elvis squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head back, grunting “Fuck doll, don’t say things like that.” He rasped. 

I laughed, shutting my locker and walked away from him. 

“Seriously though, are you going with someone?” He asked, running up to catch up to me. 

“Yup.” I replied.

“Really?” He asked, sounding slightly upset.

I furrowed my brows and looked at him, why was he upset.

“Who’s the unlucky guy?” He asked. 

“I might go with my friend Rachel, if she doesn't find a date.” I replied, rolling my eyes. Rachel most probably was going with someone.

“Oh poor Y/N, can’t get a guy to take you to prom?” Elvis pouted, poking my cheek.

I frowned and smacked his hand away “I can get any guy, I just don’t want to.”

“Oh really?” 

“Yeah. You want me to prove it?” I asked him, stopping in the middle of the hallway. 

“No.” He frowned “You don’t need to prove it. I believe you.” 

“No, it’s fine.” I smiled at him “I can prove it.”

“Y/N. I believe you.” Elvis growled. 

I looked around and spotted one of Elvis’ friends Reiner. He was cute and I used to have a small crush on him. 

“Oh look, there’s cute Reiner.” I smirked, pointing at Reiner where he stood by his locker “Do you think he’d like to go to prom with me?”I smiled sweetly. 

“Y/N. I was kidding.” He said. 

“Hey Reiner!” I called out.

“Y/N. Stop.” Elvis said, scowling. He gripped my arm when I went to walk to Reiner. 

I shrugged his hand off and walked towards Reiner. 

“Hey Y/N.” Reiner smiled “What’s going on?”

“Are you going with anyone to prom?” I asked. Praying he didn’t already have a date because it would be so embarrassing to have to face Elvis after that. 

“Uh no.” He smiled, scratching the back of his neck.

“Do you want to go with me?” 

“Um.” Reiner hesitated, looking back at Elvis “He’s gonna kill me.” He muttered more to himself which made me frown.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing! I would love to be your date!” Reiner grinned. 

I looked back at Elvis and grinned. Elvis clenched his jaw and stormed off. 

I had to let Rachel know that I was going with Reiner which she was so excited about because she knew about my previous crush on him, she wasn’t upset whatsoever especially since a guy from our grade ended up asking her to prom. Reiner and I matched our prom outfits with one another. I wore an emerald green poofy dress that reached right above my ankle while Reiner wore a black tuxedo with the same shade of green tie. 

“Hey.” I smiled at Reiner when he came to pick me up.

“Wow. You look amazing, Y/N.” He smiled. 

“Thank you. You look good!” I opened the door wider for him “Come in, we’ll take some pictures and head out.” 

Dad ended up giving him a shake down to make sure no shenanigans were going to happen which he had nothing to worry about, I wasn’t about to lose my virginity to a guy I barely know. 

We walked in and right away I spotted Elvis with Dixie, he looked so handsome. He wore a pink suit and it was really cute. For some reason, him wearing pink made him way more attractive to me. I know if any other guy would’ve done that, they wouldn’t be able to pull it off. I felt guilt and jealousy creep onto my chest once I saw him dancing with Dixie. I shouldn’t have flirted with him when I knew he was with someone else. I felt like a horrible person because I knew if someone did that with my boyfriend I would be furious. Technically, flirting was considered cheating. 

Elvis and I made eye contact and quickly looked away from each other.

“Let’s dance?” Reiner asked, stretching his hand out to me. 

“Yeah.” I breathed and forced a smile on my face. 

Here I am, dancing with a sweet guy but my thoughts kept drifting back to the devil with ocean blue eyes. 

Elvis and I avoided each other the entire night, choosing to only hang out with Rachel and her date. Reiner would also go to his friends and come back to us. Just as Reiner walked off to go to the bathroom, a slow song started playing. 

“Can I dance with you doll?” I heard Elvis’ voice float from behind me.

I turned and smiled “Sure.” 

He smiled back and wrapped his arms around my waist while I wrapped my arms around his neck. I loved the feel of his strong arms around my waist.

“Are you mad at me?” I asked him after a little while. 

“No.” He sighed. 

“You look beautiful by the way.” He said, looking sincere “The most beautiful girl actually.” 

I smiled slightly, looking into his blue eyes which made my heart race. I couldn’t help but glance down at his pouty lips. 

“Elvis.” I sighed “We can’t flirt with one another, even though its all jokes.”

Elvis frowned “Who said its jokes?”

“Look, it’s not fair for Dixie.” 

“Dixie and I broke up.” He sighed.

“What?” I looked at him with wide eyes “Just now?” My heart sped up in excitement.

“Yeah.”

“Why?” I asked “I mean sorry, you don’t have to answer that.”

“She’s not the one I want. I want someone else.” He replied, his arms tightening slightly around my waist.

His words felt like a punch to the gut and my heart hurt with the thought of him pining over another girl.

“Can I cut in?” Reiner said, coming into view.

“No.” Elvis replied.

“Dude, she’s my date.” Reiner replied. 

“So?” Elvis scoffed, his hands still around my waist “You asked a question, I answered.”

“The question was directed to Y/N. Not you.” Reiner growled. 

“Presley. It’s okay.” I smiled softly at him and whispered to him, making sure Reiner couldn’t hear “Go look for that girl you want and dance with her.”

Elvis gulped and reluctantly let go of my waist. I saw sadness and hurt flash in his eyes. Was the girl he wanted with someone else? 

Elvis walked away with his head down as Reiner took his place. I kept my eyes on Elvis as he walked to drinks table and sipped on a cup of punch. Slowly Reiner leaned in to kiss me. I leaned back and cleared my throat “Um, I’m sorry Reiner. I-I have to go.” I said when saw Elvis walk out of the gym. 

I ran after Elvis but when I reached the parking lot, he was already gone. I sighed and went to a payphone calling home for my dad to come pick me up. 

We had a few weeks before our maths final and Elvis was kind of avoiding me. He would leave class early and show up late so I didn’t have the chance to see him. 

I instead went to his house and knocked on the door. 

Gladys opened the door and smiled warmly when she saw me.

“Hi Gladys.” I smiled “Is Elvis here?” 

“Yeah, come on in.”

“Elvis! Y/N, is here!” She called out while I waited in the living room for him.

“Hey.” He said, walking out of his room “What are you doing here?” 

“To study?”

He shook his head “Don’t worry about it. You don’t need to tutor me anymore.”

“But we only have a few weeks left.” I frowned. 

“It’s okay, you’re off the hook Y/N.” He said and started to walk away.

“Hey!” I said and grabbed his hand “Come on. You can do it, I believe in you Elvis.”

He turned and looked at me with a shocked expression “What?”

“What?” I asked him, confused.

“You called me Elvis.” He smiled softly, his demeanor changing.

“Would you prefer if I called you Presley?” I asked.

“No.” He shook his head “I like hearing my name on your tongue.” 

I chuckled and shook my head at him “Can we go study now, Elvis?”

“Fine.” Elvis rolled his eyes with a smile on his face. 

The day before the exam, we ended up pulling an all nighter. I was on his bed while he was siting on the floor.

“Okay, I’ll give you 30 minutes to complete the practice test.” I said, he nodded and started solving. I was lying down on his bed and closed my eyes just to rest my eyes because I was exhausted. I ended up falling asleep while Elvis solved the math problems. 

I yawned, my eyes fluttering open. I frowned, my eyes roaming around to see where I was. Then I spotted Elvis asleep next to me, his arm over my waist, cuddling into my back. 

“What the hell!” I exclaimed and slapped his arm, getting up and off the bed. 

“Ouch!” He mumbled, slowly opening his eyes.

“What the hell are you doing Elvis!” I said and checked the time, it was 3AM. My parents are so going to kill me but I told them I might pull an all nighter to study and that they shouldn’t worry because both Gladys and Vernon were home. 

“You were on the floor solving the practice questions!” 

Elvis sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes “Yeah and when I was done you were asleep, you looked too peaceful and cute. I didn't dare to wake you up.” Elvis shrugged. 

“Okay, how did you end up on the bed next to me?” I asked, placing my hands on my hips.

“I was cold.” He shrugged, smiling sheepishly. 

I rolled my eyes and took a seat on the floor “I’ll check your answers and then I’ll leave if its good. I think we studied enough.”

“Are you ready?” I asked him as we stood outside of the classroom right before going in to take our maths final.

“No.” He said, slightly shaking.

“Hey.” I said and held both of his hands. He looked at our hands and looked back up at me, his eyes slightly glazed with nerves “You got this! I believe in you and you did so well on the practice questions.” 

“Really?” He asked, squeezing my hands. 

“Yeah. Come on, let’s go in.” I said. 

He gripped my hands tighter when I went to pull my hands “Will we still be friends after this?”

“Huh?” 

“I mean now that you don’t have to tutor me. Will I still see you?” He asked.

“Of course Elvis. I hope you consider me as your friend, because I certainly do.” I smiled at him.

“Okay good.” He smiled back “Let’s go in.” 

Elvis and I compared answers after the final and I think he did well if I did well because we had the same answers. We got our grades later that week. As we were leaving the class, the professor handed us our grades.

“What did you get?” I asked Elvis, waiting for him on the side of the hallway.

“I got an A! I’m graduating!” He grinned and pulled me into a hug.

I laughed and hugged him back while he twirled me around.

“I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.” He smiled softly, placing me on the floor but keeping his hands around my waist. 

I smiled and rubbed my hands up his arms “I’m so proud of you Elvis.”

“Go out with me.” He blurted. 

“I don’t know if you’re kidding or not.” I replied, talking slowly.

“I’m not.” He replied, tightening his arms around my waist “Please go out with me. I’ve been in love with you the moment I saw you, freshman year.”

I looked at him with wide eyes, my mouth gaping open.

“No girl had ever come close to making me feel what I feel when I see you, or when I touch you. I want to be around you all the time Y/N.” 

“Elvis-“ I started, feeling very overwhelmed with what he said. My heart was beating out of my chest. 

“Please.” He pleaded, his eyes filling with tears “Just one date.” 

I cupped his cheeks and smashed my lips onto his. He pulled me into him, closer while I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with the little hairs on the nape of his neck. 

“I might have just been pretending to be annoyed by you Elvis.” I whispered over his lips.

He grinned “I knew it.” He said and kissed me again. 

“Did you know that I have a crush on you?” I asked him once we pulled away.

“You had a crush on me?!” He looked at me bewildered. 

I laughed “God we’re idiots.” 

“Kiss me again. I don’t think I’ll ever get over your lips.” Elvis said and pulled me back into him.

“So you’ll go out with me?” He asked.

“No.” I smirked, kissing him while he laughed over my lips.

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Langour Ship: Hoseok | Reader Description: Hoseok’s got a lust-driven thirst for his step sister. Warning: Step-Siblings!AU, Incest Sorta? Impregnation Kink, Somnophilia, PWP, Dub-Con? Dirty Talk, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Oral, Fingering, Intercourse, Handjob Word Count: 3,387 A/N: I’m sooooo going to hell for this I’ve never seen anyone write this particular kink s h i t.

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Characters: Jisung x female reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Type: Friends to Lovers, fluff, smut, college!jisung

Warnings: unprotected sex (always use a condom!), oral (female receiving)

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I want you to know that I love you for that Druig Smut, more pls, 😩 Maybe some angst in the mix, or mortal reader with Druig and he is really protective over her but doesn’t want to be with her at first because he wants her to be safe but one day he sees her with another guy and then they get into some argument but it ends with smut and them being in love 😩

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Druig x Mortal Reader

Words: 2,712.

Warnings: Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Praise Kink, Begging Kink, Fingering, Cock Warming (slight). I think thats it...

A/n: I hope you enjoy Anon! Sorry its long!

Please note, there are no spoilers in this! Use of characters only, no link to movie.

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Waited Years - Smut18+ 

Something Special - Smut18+

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Druig and I had been friends for years, I physically ran into him one day at the London Library, spilling hot coffee all over myself. Druig was kind enough to lend me his leather jacket and since then, we’ve been close.

I remember the day Druig told me about him being an Eternal, it didn’t seem real but then again the last five years had literally disappeared because a purple dude snapped his fingers, so I guess anything is possible. Although a part of my heart broke the day he told me this, being thousands of years old, watching everyone die, new people walking around him. Eternity by himself, the thought of us together completely crashing down.

A small part of me is always worried for when the day might come that he controls me and makes me leave him behind. Something that truly terrifies me, not only because he’s my best friend but because he’s the one I love, the one I look for in every crowd, the one I attempted to replace during fast hookups and drunken nights.

“What’s on your mind, love?”

My heart hammers against my chest at his voice, my eyes looking up from my phone.

“Sorry, spaced out for a second.” I smile weakly, looking down at my phone again. Jay, 23, loves cozy nights with a good movie and wants to know a time for a drink tonight.

“Everything alright?” Druig’s hand rests on my knee, his thumb brushing circles on my skin, every single touch ignites a small fire inside of me.

“Yeah, I’d tell you if it wasn’t, I’m meeting a friend tonight.”

Druig stays quiet, simply nodding in response as he crosses his arms. I move from the couch, walking around my apartment to my bedroom, wanting to find an outfit.

“So this friend, do I know them?”

“Highly doubt that.”

“Try me.”

“Jay.” I state, holding different outfits up against my body as Druig leans against my door frame.

“Jay.” Druig whispers the name, rolling his eyes before walking over to my bed and laying down on the mattress, his hands under his head.

“And how did you meet Jay?”

Typical, Druig always has questions about my dates, what’s their name, what's their bio say and some snarky comment about how every man loves the outdoors and its not something unique.

“Work.” I lie, my voice jumping up an octave slightly causing Druig to chuckle.

“Nice try.”

“It’s just a drink.” I huff, finally deciding on a black mid thigh body con dress.

I walk into my ensuite to get changed, closing the door slightly. I quickly change my outfit, opening the door as I lean against the frame.

“You should go out for a drink tonight, go look at the museum or something.”

Druig groans, his face turning towards me as he shifts on the bed, his eyes racking down my body, making me fully aware of how short this dress is.

“I should change.” I mumble walking over to my wardrobe as Druig jumps in front of me, his hands falling under my elbows.

“Don’t, Jay won’t know what’s hit him.” There it is again, the small fires igniting on my skin.

My eyes lock with Druig, the space between us extremely small. I flick my eyes to his lips before my phone tings repeatedly, pulling us out of our shared trance. I run a hand through my hair quickly, grabbing my phone and sighing.

“Is Jay needy?” Druig smirks, amused at the almost quadruple text messages from this man.

“Just lost.” I quickly type a reply, before rushing around to grab my shoes and bag.

“Seriously? Is this guy even worth it?” Druig continues to question me, my own mind asking the same questions.

“That’s what the drink is for, gotta suss him out first.”

Druig rolls his eyes, holding my apartment door open.

“Go rescue the damsel.”

I narrow my eyes at him, pulling my jacket on.

“Coming up with jokes now?” Druig smiles sweetly at me, as if he’s done nothing wrong.

“You can stay here if you want, but seriously consider going out for a drink or maybe go borrow another book.” I suggest as Druig nods, gesturing for me to leave.

“Go have fun with Jai.”

“Jay.”

“Darling, I don’t care.”

I scoff, walking out of my apartment. He could be a little nicer about this.

\\//

20 minutes. 20 minutes of pure awful small talk and Jay going on and on about the stock market and why it’s good to invest into Stark Industries, like I honestly care about that.

“Excuse me.” I look up at the waiter, thankful for the small interruption and silence from Jay.

“This is for you.” The waiter places down a vodka sunrise cocktail in front of me. I suck my teeth, fucking Druig.

“We didn’t order this.” Jay scoffs.

“Correct Sir, the gentlemen at the bar did.” The waiter moves to the side, Druig raising his glass in the air, sending a wink in my direction as butterflies erupt deep in my stomach, a sigh passing my lips. “The gentlemen has a message for you.”

“Fucking poser.” Jay mumbles low attempting to go unnoticed but failing.

The waiter looks over Jay with disgust before looking at me and smiling.

“The message, A drink is always a good idea.” The waiter smiles, quickly turning away from the table as I swirl my straw around the glass. I chuckle softly, my eyes flicking to Druig, his already locked onto me. My breath hitches slightly as his eyes trail over my body slowly.

“Are you going to drink that?” Jay asks, his hand gesturing to the cocktail glass.

“With pleasure.” I bring the glass to my lips, quickly downing the liquid in one go.

“Shit.” Jay is shocked at my actions. I feel the soft alcohol warmth fill my chest, quickly flicking my eyes to an amused and smug Druig.

“Anyway, so Tony Stark.” My mind instantly switches off not wanting to listen to another minute about stocks or Tony Stark.

Every now and again I flick my eyes over to Druig, his gaze never leaving me.

\\//

“Let me walk you home, London isn’t the safest city.”

I open my mouth to protest Jay’s claim, his hand grabbing mine and forcing our fingers together as he blindly leads us down the street.

“Might be best if you follow me.”

Jay smiles at me nodding, I quickly take in his appearance, mentally slapping myself. Of course he resembles Druig.

After ten minutes of walking Jay and I reach my apartment, his eyes taking in the surroundings.

“I had fun.”

I smile weakly at him, rummaging through my bag for my apartment key, a groan passing my lips. I left it on the kitchen counter. The night just keeps getting better and better.

“You okay?” Jay asks, his hand rubbing up and down my arm, a cold feeling washing over me with every stroke. I move away from him, before nodding.

“Yeah, just left my key inside, I’ll have to call a friend.”

“You could come home with me, I’m only half an hour away.”

Jay walks closer to me, my back hitting against the door, his hand on my hip the same cold feeling washing over me.

“Am I interrupting?”

Relief fills me at Druig’s voice. Jay sucks his teeth pulling away from me as he faces Druig.

“Aren’t you the guy from the bar?”

Druig smirks, chuckling softly, my apartment key in his hand as my keychain jingles.

“Are you stalking my girl here?”

“Hear that Y/n, you’re his girl, congratulations.”

I roll my eyes at the two of them, putting my hand out.

“The key.”

“Woah, woah, key? This douche has your key?” Jay asks, putting his hand in front of me to stop me from getting the key.

I open my mouth to speak before Druig cuts me off.

“Douche? Wow, haven’t been called that in a long time.”

“Druig.” I warn, wanting to just get inside and wash this guy and date off me.

“You know him?”

“He’s a friend.” I mumble as Jay smirks, walking up to Druig, being face to face with him. Jay’s eyes travel over Druig a chuckle passing his lips.

“Friend, bet that stings huh bud.”

Druig licks his lips, tilting his head slightly as he laughs at Jay. Jay puffs his chest out a bit more not having expected Druig to laugh in his face.

“Keep laughing buddy, I’ll be the one making her scream my name later.”

Druig’s jaw clenches, his hands forming into fists as his eyes glow yellow.

“Leave, forget this night, take a train to Glasgow.”

Jay’s eyes settle back to their normal colour as he mindlessly walks away from us.

Silence falls over Druig and I, my brain trying to figure out what just occurred. That’s the first time Druig has used his power in front of me.

I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t hot. The dark part of me screaming about how powerful he truly is, how in control he can be.

Druig walks into my dark apartment, flicking on the lamp in the lounge room as I drop my bag and jacket on the dinning table.

“Seriously Y/n, you honestly pick dickheads.”

I chuckle, clicking my tongue. Ignoring him.

“When will you learn?”

“Learn what Druig? If you have a magical solution for me finding the one, then enlighten me.”

Druig runs his hands down his legs, sighing as he looks out of my balcony door, the city lighting up the sky, staying quiet.

“Exactly, do you think I like going out with guys like that? Guy’s that don’t give a fuck about what I like but cannot wait to take me to bed?”

Druig’s jaw clenches again as he runs his hand over his face and through his hair.

“Do you want me to thank you? Thanks for having a pissing contest outside of my apartment, thanks for ordering me a drink and stirring the pot, it really made my night.”

I turn away from him before his voice stops me in my tracks.

“Do you get how fucking hard it is for me? Seeing you waste your time on guy’s like him, guys who only want to get you between the sheets?”

Druig stands, only a few inches away from me.

“You don’t get it do you?”

I cross my arms over my chest, a small amount of fear filling me, is this the moment I’ve been worrying about, the moment Druig decides this is to hard and he walks away.

“What is there to get Druig? You’re jealous because I get to try and find my person and you don’t get to?”

Druig scoffs, shaking his head as he looks at the ground.

I instantly want to take my words back but im so mad at him, how dare he give me shit for trying to replace him, its not fucking easy.

Druig sighs, his eyes locking with mine, “Y/n, I’m in love with you and it fucking sucks seeing you with other guys, guys that aren’t worth your time, so yeah I guess I’m jealous.”

My brain tries to comprehend what Druig just confessed to me. He loves me?

Druig’s eyes search mine, a blank stare present on my face.

“Say something, please.”

I flick my eyes from his to his lips, choosing to show my actions rather than use my words. I close the gap between us, his hands falling to the middle of my back and keeping me close to his chest, my fingers running through his hair.

Our lips fit perfectly against each other, the kiss filled with every emotion, love, eagerness, gentle and urgent.

Druig walks me backwards, my back hitting my bedroom door allowing for the wood to swing open, clearing the small distance to my bed. Our lips pull apart from each other, pulling each other's clothes from our bodies, eager to finally be together.

Druig holds my waist, stepping away from me slightly, truly taking in my appearance as blush fills my cheeks.

“Beautiful, my beautiful girl.” Butterflies take over all of my senses, his lips attaching to mine again as I fall back onto the bed. His knee falls between my thighs, his hand moving from beside my head and running down my body. His fingertips causing goosebumps and shivers to wash over me.

His fingers dance over my thighs, brushing against my dripping pussy. His smile breaks our kiss, our eyes locking together.

“Who made you this wet?”

I smirk, biting my lip as Druig studies my face. His finger presses flat against my throbbing clit, a gasp passing my lips.

“I asked a question.”

Arousal rushes to my core, Druig completely taking over my senses.

“You did.”

Druig hums in response, slowly circling his finger on my clit, his lips attaching to my neck as he licks and sucks my skin, leaving his mark on me. I moan at the feeling, my fingers tugging on his hair. My back arches into his chest as he slips a finger inside of me, pumping in and out with ease, my slick walls welcoming him. Druig adds another finger, curling them inside of me, pressing against my spongy spot.

“Oh fuck.”

Druig moans, kissing down my body, his lips trailing over my breasts. He takes my nipple between his lips, swirling his tongue around the hardening bud before sucking it, pulling back enough for our eyes to meet as he winks at me. My eyes roll back, a chorus of sighs and moans falling from my lips.

He keeps his pace, his fingers slipping in and out of me.

“Druig, please.”

Druig’s cock brushes against my thigh, twitching at my plea.

“Please.” His dick twitches again as I smirk figuring out he has a begging kink.

“Druig.” He groans, pulling his fingers from me as I whimper at the loss of contact. He sits back on his calves, basking in the image of me under him, begging for his cock.

“Fuck me, please.” Druig sighs deeply, pumping his cock a few times before lining up with my entrance.

“Anything for you baby.”

I smirk at the pet name, my mouth falling open as I gasp, his cock stretching my walls. Druig moans at the feeling of my walls clenching around him, his head tilted back.

I wiggle my hips, silently begging for him to move. He slowly thrusts in and out of me, savouring the feeling of his cock disappearing inside of me.

“Good girl, fuck your pussy is good.” I moan at the praise, his hips rocking into mine. He bends towards me, his body covering me as our lips meet. Soft, gentle and loving kisses in between moans and gasps as his cock massages my walls.

“Faster, please.” Druig moans at my plea, speeding up his pace. Druig moves some of the hair out of my face, our eyes locking together as he smiles.

“I love you so fucking much.”

Tingles rush through me at his words, a smile dances across my face, blush heating up my cheeks.

“I love you.”

Druig’s eyes flutter closed as he continues to thrust in and out of me, his hand moving to my pussy, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit.

“Holy fuck.” I moan at the added pleasure, my nails digging into his forearm as his lips kiss up and down my neck, whispering praise into my ear.

“Good girl.”

“Take me so well.”

“Feel so good baby.”

I feel my body go hot, my muscles tensing.

“Let go, cum for me Y/n, I’ve got you.”

I moan his name loud, my legs shaking around him, my back arching as my boobs press against his chest.

Druig thrusts into me a few more times, his moans filling the air as he cums inside of me, a warmth shooting through my core.

Druig cups my face in his hands, placing a soft kiss to my lips before laying beside me, pulling me closer to him as I gasp, his cock staying buried inside of me.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

I smile at his words, happy to finally have him as mine.

\\//

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[7:19pm]

You’re exactly where you love to be on a Saturday night, on your couch in your comfiest clothes, sandwiched between Felix and Jisung with Hyunjin on the floor between your knees with all eyes glued to the latest drama on your television set. Nights like this are absolutely perfect.

Hyunjin leans into your touch as you run your fingers through the messy french braid you’ve been working into his hair and smoothing back out repeatedly. Your bookends, Felix and Jisung alternate between laying their heads on your shoulder while sighing dreamily over the unbelievably handsome male lead and battling silently for the attention of your free hand. 

“Why are you three always cozied up with my wife every time I come home?” Jinyoung says as he enters the living room behind you, having to announce his presence since you’re all too wrapped up in the whirlwind romance on-screen to notice. 

“Dad’s home!” Felix shouts, making you giggle and the other boys light up with excitement.

“For the last time, I am not your dad. You guys are nineteen,” Jinyoung tries, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Dad, why don’t you love us?” Jisung says with the most ridiculous pout that is immediately copied by his two counterparts. 

Jinyoung realizes there is no reasoning with the four of you. Not with the three boys making puppy dog eyes at him while you hold them all to you protectively, brows raised, just daring him to break your babies’ hearts. 

“Must we adopt all the stray children?” Jinyoung asks, plopping down on the couch next to Felix.

“Yes,” You reply simply while scratching Hyunjin’s head and squishing Felix and Ji’s cheeks in turn.

“Hey, dad,” Hyunjin calls and you snicker as Jinyoung replies with a resigned ‘Yes?’. “Can we get take out for dinner?” He asks, rolling his head back on to your lap and grinning hopefully at Jinyoung while the other two boys nod in agreement. 

After a long sigh, Jinyoung only says, “Ask your mother.”

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