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SULLied MINd

Male Reader x Kim Minju, Seol Yonna (Sullyoon)

Length: 10.228 words

Tags: art-project all nighter turns threesome, secret crushes, softly making out, stripping, striptease, shy to bold, double blowjob, worshiping cock and balls, cunnilingus, fingering, clit play, facial, cumsluts, virginity taken, missionary, sweat, stocking kink, riding, rimming, stand and carry, cum drinking, lots of perverted thoughts, lucky!you

TW: I barely finished this in time, so the editing is not that in depth lol

Inspiration: Minju and Sullyoon just go together very well, dunno if @sinswithpleasure was the first to give this idea, but the pairing definitely comes from The Bunker... the rest is my own craziness

(A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE GIRL! Happy Minju day to everyone, I hope you enjoy this fic which was supposed to be like around 4-5k...)

“No, you gotta put it in here, not in there!”

“I-I can’t, my hand is too big for the hole.”

“Then try using your fingers, that should work.”

“Eh, okay, but you need to hold onto the legs, otherwise it’ll fall over.”

“Let me get in between the—ah, Minju, watch out! Now my hand is all white.”

“Oops, Sorry.”

The struggle behind you is real, the struggle in front of you—the unfinished essay due tomorrow that is—is real too, but those spoken words cannot be real. You know exactly what Minju and Sullyoon are referring to when talking about white stuff and holes and size. After all, they are working hard to wrap up the project all of you have procrastinated on for so long and it’s bound to be a mess.

You start to trip over your own unspoken words. The lewdness in your mind is unfathomable, a mess can be a mess without mess being the wild, chaotic, imaginary sex that seems to creep into your brain more and more.

No, focus. It’s just a mess because Sullyoon and Minju still don’t know how to put together the human-sized post-modern sculpture of a robot made from cardboard, newspapers and glue—white glue, that drips from Sullyoon’s hand as she tries to shove a painted cardboard cylinder into—

You did it again. Your thoughts are betraying you.

“What are you looking at?” Sullyoon nags, when she spots your dreamy gaze on her hand. Wait, are you drooling? What the fuck is happening?

“N-nothing, nothing,” you quickly turn around and look at the pathetic pile of words that neither make sense nor reach the required minimum amount to pass. “It’s just that—you two are too loud, I can’t concentrate.”

Minju throws you a concerned look, while Sullyoon aggressively wipes her hands on a paper towel and hits you over the head with a piece of cardboard. Now there’s some stickiness in your hair

“Oh yeah? You’re still the furthest behind—I’ll do the writing, I can’t build for shit—that’s what you said and you are still not finished.”

“Sully, please, don’t scream,” Minju groans and gets on her knees in between the sculptures legs, her head on level with what could be its crotch. “Let’s just focus, okay? Can you give me the, uhm, white stuff? I need to fix the butt.”

And now Minju is spreading glue all over the—it’s better you look away and focus on the task ahead. The essay should go over all the different periods of, uhm. Or maybe the various stages during, some-thing? Perhaps the teacher wants a concise summary of how you came up with the idea and created the illusion of Sullyoon sticking her fingers in Minju’s pussy and making her face contort into—

“You’re drooling!” Sullyoon shouts and hits you again.

“Sully, please!” Minju tries to calm the situation down.

“What? Can I not be angry that this lazy ass is just daydreaming—”

“Sully, language! And stop screaming!”

“You’re both screaming and shouting, how should I concentrate?”

“You—”

Sullyoon is about to throw hands. Though they both might give off a similar reserved, kind, beauty vibe to the unsuspecting outsider, Sullyoon and Minju are quite different. It shows now more than ever, when Sullyoon slams her fist on the desk next to you and stares you down into the chair, while Minju sits on her bed, one leg crossed over the other, head lowered in defeat and annoyance.

“Stand up,” Sullyoon orders, her grip on your biceps harsh, as if she tried to scar you with her nails. “I’ll do it, save the project while you can fuck off.”

“The fuck?” you shout back, face angry. Sullyoon’s hand is slapped away and you’re about to fight more if she doesn’t back off. “You won’t do anything, and don’t curse at me. Who do you think you are?”

“Guys—”

“Oh my God, you’re unbelievable!” Sullyoon interrupts Minju and opens her adorable eyes wide in rage. “You’re gonna fail us with that—pathetic excuse of a text.”

“It would be better if you could keep your mouth shut, Sullyoon, and let me finish this in peace. Also, the robot is still not upright. If he falls over, Miss Kwon will rip our heads off.” You can barely hold yourself together. The only positive thoughts for Sullyoon, if you can call them that, are the lewd ones, those imagining her naked, her navel exposed, her pussy bare.

“Guys, I—!”

“Oh and that’s my fault? I bet your drool will make it unstable. I swear if you turn around one more time—”

“Then what? You’ll beat me, assault me? I think Miss Kwon won’t give you a better grade then—”

An ear-shattering boom. The door is shut, the door to Minju’s room—Minju, who is not with you anymore. For such a kind and bubbly girl, this fight must have killed her. She was the one suggesting that you all do the project at her place, with her parents out of town. She made cookies beforehand and had something planned for dinner too.

“I-I think we overdid it,” Sullyoon sums it up with an usually soft whisper and you nod in shame. Minju has been nothing short of an excellent host for the two of you.

Suddenly, Sullyoon’s phone rings. She doesn’t get time to answer it however, as the caller seems to end the call within a moment's notice.

“I’ll be out, gimme a second,” Sullyoon says and runs to the door.

“Sure.” She didn’t even hear that, that’s how quiet your voice was. Outside, you hear Sullyoon hurrying down the stairs. There is turmoil in your head about what you ought to do. Should you just sit here and wait for them to come back? Is it better if you go downstairs as well, apologize to Minju, so the three of you can continue with the project? Should you continue alone, perhaps?

You decide on option four: sneak towards the door, carefully open it and then lay low while trying to pick up what they are talking about. They surely aren’t fighting anymore, but their voices are loud enough for you to clearly hear every word.

“It was stupid of me, okay? Can we go back upstairs and finish our sculpture?” Sullyoon asks with loving care.

“I-I don’t know if I can,” Minju sniffles. “This was embarrassing.”

“What do you mean? You weren’t embarrassing, we were. This fight was—”

“No, you don’t get it, Sully!”

Now things seem to get heated. You can hear Minju jumping up from a chair, while Sullyoon gasps.

“Then explain it to me, Minju!”

“Okay, screw it.

“I like him, okay? Two years, I have waited two years for us to finally be in a project—and now you two are fighting! You are ruining my chances with him!”

The silence is deafening. If you weren’t lying prone on the floor already, your knees would have collapsed and you would’ve landed in the same spot anyways. What a revelation! For the first time in your life, you believe that either your ears are deceiving you or that you’re in the most lucid dream imaginable. Never before has a girl had feelings for you—

“This can’t be real,” Sullyoon suddenly laughs out loud. “You like this guy?”

“Wha-what do you mean?” Minju hisses back, whiny, like she’s about to cry. “He is very-very handsome a-and I’ve seen his abs. He is also smart, have you heard him talk about history? It’s so attractive.”

“Yeah, of course I have, he is like talking non-stop in history class.” Sullyoon’s tone has shifted from shocked and dismissive to a bit dreamy, almost like she is admiring you. “And the way he pronounces all these foreign words, or how he gives it his all in PE—”

“Wait a minute,” Minju interjects and you can hear the grin as it forms on her face. “You like him too, Sully!”

“Not anymore, not after his lazy ass didn’t do a damn thing during our project.” Another second of silence, then both of them start laughing hysterically, one is stomping on the floor, the other tries to cover her mouth to muffle the loudness.

You’ve heard enough. No, seriously. At this point, you could die happily. Two of the prettiest girls in the entire school like you and both of them are in your project group which will surely last until the next morning at your current pace. What else could you want more? Countless guys would kill to have such an opportunity.

But you want more.

“Crazy, we have the same crush. Oh, have you seen the pictures of his abs?” Minju asks excitedly after the two have finished their laughing fit.

“No, but I was about to ask: how did you get those?” Sullyoon gasps again and then giggles while both start to whisper. The whispers are too quiet, you can barely pick up any syllables. This marks the perfect moment to get back in front of the PC so they won’t catch you eavesdropping when they come back up. It also gives you time to think about what you want to do.

The image of them and their crush on you hasn’t fully settled yet, however, you’re already planning how this night might continue, what might happen, what you should say. Unlike during exams, you don’t feel pressure or tension that’s about to crush you—there is just excitement and a feeling of being loved.

“Hey, we-we are back,” Minju says a few minutes later, her face all red when she enters her room. Sullyoon follows after her, her hair a bit messier than before. Unlike Minju, she is able to hide her feelings for you quite well, now that you know.

“Hey,” you respond with a soft voice. “Look, Minju, I’m so sorry about earlier. I should’ve done my job. I won’t let you guys down this time, I promise. Sullyoon, if you want to, you can write the text. Sorry that I was so rude earlier.”

“I-it’s fine.” Both their voices seem to break when you stand up and give each an apologetic bow. With your new knowledge, you assume that this is a good sign, like selecting the correct dialogue option in a video game.

“Are you sure you want to switch, though?” Sullyoon asks and you nod.

“It’s settled then.” Minju grabs a wrist from you and a wrist from Sullyoon and has this adorable, bright smile on her beaming face. “Let’s not fight anymore and finish this dang project!”

“You are absolutely right, Minju!” you gleefully say. “You two are pretty awesome, so I’ll give it my all.”

Both their breaths pick up in pace; who would have thought that you could make the hearts of girls flutter with just a bright, sunshine smile. Sullyoon and Minju quickly dive back into work, ears still red, and you pretend to be completely unaware. Unaware of their feelings, unaware of their hopes, unaware of their—potentially sullied thoughts.

But could those two angelic looking girls really have the same impurities in their minds as you do? Can it match your fantasies of one of them admitting their love to you tonight, you kissing, cuddling and fucking secretly in the bathroom, while the other continues to work on the project? Maybe they have similar thought, but did they ever consider—

“Can you, uhm, hand me the, eh—” Minju stutters and taps her temple in thought. She looks adorable doing so.

“Do you need the model? Some cardboard? Scissors?” you ask back but Minju shakes her head, a bit abashed that she lacks the focus to say which item she needs. Thinking of scissors, your fantasy does not stop at some one-on–one lovemaking. You’d want the other to join, all three of your tongues in a make out session while your hand is in the back of their panties. You want to fondle their butts and hear them moan before they would scissor, their wet pussies rubbing up and down your manhood until you explode.

“I need the… white stuff.”

“You need the white stuff—from me?”

A quiet whisper, Sullyoon could not have picked it up. Minju halts for a second, then her face turns beet red and she hides it behind her palms, while her eyes keep looking at your awfully-well played innocent expression. Worriedly, you reach for her face and Minju gasps. What does she expect? Certainly not what follows.

“Oh, there is some glue in your hair, Minju. Guess we should wash out the white stuff~”

With that said, you grab her hand and pull her out of her bedroom. To the surprise of Sullyoon, whose questions go unheard, you and Minju enter the upper floor bathroom. There you immediately find a wet towel and start to rub Minju’s hair, and with every second that you dishevel her hair, you also seem to dishevel her mind.

Minju is perplexed, trembling, unable to react to you, especially when you inch closer and really focus on that annoying spot. The two of you forgot to turn on the bathroom lights, so there is only the dim moonlight to reveal to you the absolute dream that are Minju’s eyes: full of love, uncertainty and want.

“I think I got it out,” you finally whisper and drop the towel. “Sorry for messing up your hair.”

Minju smiles softly: “N-no, thank you. You might have saved it, a-actually.”

“Minju—” A moment of silence, full of purpose, of tension, but you bask in it. You can hear Minju’s heart racing and if you’re honest, the muscle in your chest is pumping like crazy as well. “You, you are very beautiful, one of the prettiest girls on this planet.”

“Re-really!?”

“Yes. I wish I could

“Kiss your lips; they look so soft.”

They are so soft, no doubt about it, especially when they accept you so willingly at first and then won’t let go when you try to pull back a little. Minju is on cloud nine and she wants to stay. Her adorable hands hold onto your sleeves, while you hold the back of her head securely in the palm of your hand. There is no tongue movement, there is no tongue movement needed, because it all comes together for her—

A fairy tale moment, out of nowhere, for the girl with her crush.

But your play isn’t over. After a short while, you regretfully remove yourself from her lips and continue to hold her close, hand on the small of her back. When you look down you are greeted by a look—this look of mesmerized love, with teary eyes of joy and panting lips of desire on Minju’s flawless features. How could you want more?

This is how mankind moves forward: by wanting what they don’t yet have.

“Minju,” you take a deep breath and close your eyes. “I—before we continue, and I really do want to—I have to tell you something.”

“Y-yes?”

“I like you, I really, really like you.

“But you know how multiple people can have the same crush? I, my heart, has this issue that—I, I like multiple people! I can never escape it, there is nothing I can do. That doesn’t mean that my love isn’t real—I just want to be honest with you.”

Minju, in the midst of all these surprises and twists and turns for her, looks surprisingly calm and nods carelessly. Of course she is a bit dazed, after all, your lips were just on hers and she can take them back just by getting on her toes, but this should still be a bit weird for her. At least, that is what you assumed.

“I-I don’t care,” she suddenly blurts out and her arms wrap around you tightly. “Why should I judge you? There are probably so many pretty girls out there. I-I’m just happy that you… noticed me.”

“Are you for real?” In a sudden surge of happiness, you lift Minju up and spin her around. “You are so wonderful, I know why I fell in love with you.”

This should wrap up your Oscar performance—well, it’s already beyond that. At this point the feelings for Minju feel more than just acted. How could they not? She is gorgeous, light, her lips are tender, her character adorable and you cannot escape what your heart is telling you: love her, because she loves you.

There is however still—

“Pl-please! Please love me too!”

A loud scream, and Sullyoon bursts into the room. You may not be able to see the correct colors of her face, but you know she is either pale because Minju ‘stole’ you from her or she is red all over because she thinks there is a chance, a tiny chance that you also like her. Nonetheless, all these thoughts become irrelevant, because Minju almost collapses from shock. You catch her before she is able to hit her head on the sink.

The bathroom door still rattles, but the three of you just stare at one another, eyes wide open. The situation is so absurd, you must be dreaming, dead or in heaven—all at the same time, Minju’s entire existence is in your arms and Sullyoon seems willing to join her. She is close, her hands folded as if she is begging for your love. Her breath is hot, right in your face and so unsteady.

“Sullyoon.” Minju’s voice is faint, not even a whisper, but it’s loud. It’s both a statement and a question, a question directed at you. Is this what you were talking about earlier? Could it really be that the two who have a crush on you, would not have to fight? To put it very simply: Do you love Sullyoon too?

At least tonight, you do.

“I—

“I do, actually.” Those few words have you out of breath, before you can continue, Sullyoon has taken a spot in your arms next to Minju. The speed with which your dreams come true is mind boggling, but you play it cool and hold both of them close, an arm around each of their waists.

“You mean it?” Sullyoon has never sounded this cute, not in class, not during breaks and definitely not tonight. Who can resist her with those pouty lips that adorn silky smooth, perfectly symmetrical features? “You really like me?”

“Yes, I do, I like you both. This, this has to be a dream.”

“What, uhm,” Minju stutters and looks at you, similar expression to Sullyoon, her eyes also beaming, her chin tilted towards you—their similarities become uncanny in this dimly lit bathroom. “What are we going to do now?”

“I don’t know,” you whisper and smile.

“We still have a project to finish,” Sullyoon sighs and puts her head against your chest, which does not make for a good pillow with its constant up and down movement and Minju right next to her.

“I never thought I’d say this, but I think we should finish it. Let’s focus and then maybe our thoughts are a bit more… sorted.” Both girls nod, but it takes some more convincing before they let you go. The fear that they could lose you to the other makes them stay a bit longer until you have to push through them. It’s a playful struggle, which is only resolved when the three of you go back to Minju’s room.

All is quiet for a good, productive thirty minutes. The cardboard sculpture is finally painted and read to dry, the text only needs a few more tweaks, the project is in its final stage. All you can think about, however, are your groupmates, especially when your sight drifts away from the task ahead to their faces, their hands, their hips.

“Minju, can you help me?” Sullyoon groans. “I need to finish, this bottom part is so hard!”

“Of course, let me just—put this here and this into that—do you think it fits now?”

“It still looks too big, don’t you think? Maybe we should stretch it—”

“Or we could share it? I think if we both do it, it will be better.”

Hit yourself on your forehead, because the brain behind it once again can only think of the lewd. Minju and Sullyoon are trying their best to format this text and split it into fair portions for the presentation—yet all you think about is how they admire your big cock, share it in between their parted lips and then, Minju helps Sullyoon to go down on it with her throat.

After you are all covered in her spit, Sullyoon would grab your base and put it on Minju’s folds, ease you into her and all kinds of moans would fill the room and alert all neighbors who are still awake.

“I think this is good,” Minju ultimately concludes and turns to you. “Do you want to take a look too?”

You shake your head. “Uhm, no, I’m sure it’s excellent. Wow, looks like we really finished it.”

“Okay, so.” Sullyoon spins around in her chair, hands hidden in between her thighs and everything vibrates. “Are we going to talk now about… our situation?”

“I think we are all adults, we can talk about it.” Minju fidgets a bit and looks at you. They are both waiting for you to say something, but you just smirk without a worry in the world and lay down on Minju’s bed.

“Sure, we can talk. Let’s be honest, be free. Don’t care what the rest things, just

“Tell me what you feel.”

Sullyoon pushes the chair closer to you with her feet and Minju sits down on her bed, less bold than Sullyoon, because her eyes are fixed on the other end of the mattress. You get her attention when you fingers lock with hers, but the first to speak up is Sullyoon.

“I think I have a crush on you. Two years ago it started and I can’t explain why, but—you grew very handsome during that time a-and you’re pretty smart, so—”

“I feel the same!” Minju suddenly shouts and her fingers squeeze yours tightly. “And sorry, I-I once took a picture of your, uhm, abs when you changed your shirt. It was stupid, I’ll delete it right now—”

You laugh and pull Minju on top of you. Now her gaze cannot escape yours anymore and she has to see the true awe in your eyes. A natural awe for her beauty, her kindness and the way her honesty reveals all those secret feelings.

“Delete them if you like,” you hum and place the palm of Minju’s hand on your abdomen while flexing your muscles. “But you can take some more high quality pictures, if you want to.”

Jealousy overtakes a formerly hesitant Sullyoon and she pounces onto the bed next to you. Her hands are still hidden in between her thighs, but you can see that she wants to touch what Minju is already groping.

Sullyoon doesn’t even have to ask. You grab her wrist and slowly guide it under your sweatshirt. Though she tries to act shocked and abashed, you can feel her digits roaming all over your abs greedily as she visibly drools. Minju had most of your attention until now. Now it’s Sullyoon’s turn to feel your love in the form of a wet kiss pressed right onto her already wet lips. Unlike Minju, she tries to go all in on the first go, but you quickly pull away with a chuckle and watch her eager tongue searching for your mouth.

“Sully, open your eyes,” you softly laugh at her and drag a finger over her flushed, tender cheek as she does so. “Don’t be scared, I’m not going anywhere. If you are okay with it, I can love you both with all my heart.”

“I want to share you,” she says with determination and immediately contradicts her statement by lunging at you and starting a torrential kiss that has Minju hiding her face behind her long, cascading hair. It’s all faux, because in the meantime, she has rolled up your sweatshirt to your chest. Gently she pokes your pecs and you giggle into the kiss with Sullyoon.

“Good to know we are all on the same page,” you finally voice your own feelings when Sullyoon backs off to catch her breath. “I think I could cuddle you both for the rest of the night and forget every worry, every task, every stupid responsibility ahead of us.”

Funny how your dreams come true, again. An arm around each of their waists, you pull Minju and Sullyoon deeper into the softness of pillows and blankets generously spread on Minju’s mattress. Both your cheeks are quickly peppered with kisses, cute, hesitant ones from Minju, from chin to ear and wild, playful ones from Sullyoon, from the edge of your collarbone to your lips. She seals them again and this time you can hear Minju become jealous with a loud huff.

This back and forth of envy, you see no way to disrupt it anytime soon. Come to think of it, maybe you don’t want to. This dynamic pushes them further to reveal more of their love, so give them what they want. You are theirs to love and play with—but you will play with them too.

“Minju,” you say, your voice purposefully low and more serious than before. “You have such amazing hips. They are wide and look so perfect on you.”

You turn towards her and reach for the top of her skirt. Insert a couple fingers into it and let them glide along the waistband until you reach the outermost point of her hips. Minju tenses up when you begin to grab her hips, the skin of your palms right on her underwear, slipped into her skirt. You pull her even closer and she is back to holding onto your sleeves.

“Such nice hips.” Rub them, and Minju starts to rub herself on you, face on your bare chest and crotch on your thigh. Speaking of thighs, Sullyoon might have felt neglected for a second, so you find her mouth with ease and bully her tongue with yours while putting a hand on her inner thigh. Sullyoon shrieks the more you touch her jeans-clad legs, no matter if you go down to where her calves begin or if you go up to where her pussy is aching.

“Wow, Sully, your legs, your thighs are fantastic. I bet they are very soft.”

“T-touch them more, please,” Sullyoon softly whimpers and you nod. Minju is too enamored with her own thighs around yours, she does not realize her friend popping open her jeans and sliding them down. Your hesitation, your careful planning gets thrown out of the window when you slide your hand over her soft skin and go to bite her lips.

“They are the softest, damn, I could knead them all day long.” Your hot breath mixes with Sullyoon when you go from some basic thigh stimulation to cupping her sex and pressing your palm on her covered clit. “Your panties are cute too~”

No time to focus on Sullyoon’s embarrassed face, because Minju’s takes your entire view. You try to kiss her mouth but she backs off, even climbs off the bed and stands next to it. Both her hands firmly grasps the hem of her skirt, her knuckles turn white—that’s how hard she grabs it while her voice sounds absolutely love drunk:

“I-I have cute panties too,” she complains and lifts her skirt up, higher than you thought she would dare to. Not only you, her crush, that can see this most private part, but her friend can as well. Your eyes are glued to the small, pink garment with its tiny wet spot at the front, very cute indeed, maybe even cuter than Sullyoon’s baby blue panties which at this point become ruined on your hand.

“They are really cute, Minju.” You smile, she cracks a small smile. “I did not know you two had such lewd minds and wild fantasies.”

“Can we see y-your underwear now?” Sullyoon avoids your statement with a pout while simultaneously confirming it. Minju joins her nods, skirt still held high, her panties just a bit wetter at the thought of you. “Yes, please, we-we want to see it, it’s only fair!”

“Hm, how about a deal then, my two lewd girlfriends: I’m all yours, you can undress me and play with me until you are satisfied, but first you give me a show. I want you two undressing each other slowly. Sounds like a deal?”

At this point, everything is so out of control, you might as well ask for a favor that usually would get you kicked out. After all, this isn’t porn, not every girl is into girls and into threesomes, but Minju and Sullyoon have shown to be so needy for you, their libido will take over all reasoning. To no surprise, both only hesitate for a second.

“I’m okay with that,” Sullyoon whispers. “You too, Minju?” She leaves the spot in your arm and walks behind her friend. “Are you okay with me touching you?”

“S-sure.” They both get into it quickly. Minju drops her arms and lets them dangle while her needy face is directed at you. Sullyoon makes sure you can see her fingers play with the waistband of Minju’s skirt, just like you did, and she teases you by only pulling down one side, then the other. It’s only when you groan in disapproval that she moves upwards and pulls Minju’s sweatshirt over her head.

You totally expected a bra behind this comfy, cotton barrier, but no: Minju is wearing a white shirt underneath and the tease just continues. Sullyoon finds the lowest button first and works her way up, sending chills down Minju’s spine.

An amazing midriff, toned abs around a cute little navel; you can’t help but ogle when Sullyoon presses her fingers into them and gasps in surprise. No words need to be spoken—that’s probably how Minju likes it more as well. She struggles to relax, especially when the final button pops and her shirt opens like curtains to reveal her bra, the same color as her panties, erect nipples visible through the thin garment.

“May I?” Sullyoon asks, basically blowing the question into Minju’s ear as her hands already fiddle with the clasp of the bra. The sound of silence is nothing but hot breaths and the faint creaking of Minju’s bed as you adjust yourself to get closer with her still-covered breasts.

Still covered.

“O-okay,” Minju whispers, whines, it doesn’t matter, you finally get to see her upper body in all its glory, and you find glory to be an understatement: her breasts are perfectly symmetrical, not saggy but quite perky and a bit smaller than your hands. You could cover them up and knead them without much effort; it takes effort however to not look absolutely overwhelmed as your dreamy eyes focus on erect nipples and round arolae.

“What do you think?” Sullyoon asks the question with an answer that is obvious but hard to put into words.

“Minju, your body looks…

“... very, very hot. I-I’ve never seen something so flawless.”

“And you haven’t even seen what’s behind this~” Sullyoon’s voice is sultry as she taps Minju’s skirt. She once again teases you, her smooth hand under the skirt and once you hear Minju shriek, you know what she is about to do.

Sullyoon removes those stained panties, while Minju still wears her skirt. The miniscule petite underwear wraps around her ankles while her dainty digits wrap around the hem of her skirt. At this point, your drool cannot be held back. You need to see her most private place.

“Let, let me do it!” Minju says with confidence and as if she’s as impatient as you are, pulls the skirt up and shuts her eyes. Sullyoon chuckles lightly and gets a hold of Minju’s hips, while you are about to dive into those wet folds, small and pink and definitely untouched. You notice a small strip of hair above her clit which looks like it should twitch at any moment. Minju’s visible arousal becomes your visible arousal and before you can end the teasing session and start a new session, Sullyoon interrupts you:

“Shouldn’t Minju undress me now?”

“Wha—oh… yeah, sure,” you respond and hold your horny horses. Minju looks a bit dazed when she drops the skirt and opens her eyes again. You help her gain focus by reaching for her hands and holding them. “Nothing to be ashamed of, Minju, you are perfect down there as well.”

“Re-really?”

“Yes, I’d never lie to the girls I love.

“Now, why don’t you help Sullyoon get out of those… tight jeans?”

Sullyoon smirks. Without you noticing it, she pulled her pants back up and made sure that they showed the outline of her shapely butt. She is a tease like no one before or after; fortunately, Minju seems to not get what teasing is about: with you still right beside her, she puts all her strength at pulling the denim down—the denim and Sullyoon’s panties.

“Eh, what are you—Minju!” Sullyoon complains loudly.

“So-sorry, did I do it wrong?”

“You, you were too fast!” The shyness returns to Sullyoon’s face as she buries it in the crook of her arm.

“No reason to fight,” you ease the flames of conflict burning before you. “I think Minju did a great job and your butt is great, Sullyoon.”

“No, don’t say that, it’s too big!”

“I’m gonna say it again.” You emphasize your words with a good squeeze on both her cheeks while Minju’s wide eyes are on the dumpy before her. “You have a fantastic butt, not too big, definitely not too small, perfect.”

Your kneading hands leave Sullyoon a mewling mess, speechless, even as Minju goes and undresses her further. It’s all a lot quicker, the top is removed easily, the bra falls with a simple click and Sullyoon is the first to be fully nude. She stops your continued handsy attacks on her ass with a spin around. Unlike Minju, her pussy is freshly shaven and her entire body looks like it was made just for this moment.

“Someone is prepared,” you say with a smile and drag a finger up her midriff to her tits which are nice handfuls of their own, similar in size and shape to Minju’s.

“You are mean,” Sullyoon pouts and suddenly starts to embrace you. You gasp. Her body is almost scorching hot. “I waited so long for this.”

“I bet you couldn’t look better. No dream, no imagination can make your body look any sexier.”

“Thank you, I’m glad you like it.”

The sound of someone crawling onto the bed gets your attention. Minju lays next to you, her skirt finally kicked away and she stretches her arms forward in search of your embrace. That poor girl is desperate, however, you don't make it to her before Sullyoon unzips your pants.

“It’s only fair if we get to see you too, right, Minju?” Sullyoon asks, her tone making it clear that the answer cannot differ from her needs.

“Should I strip for you too?” you say with a witty smile, but Minju comes to Sullyoon’s aid.

“Enough teases, I—I can barely think!”

The striptease must have set something in motion within Minju: her shyness is only apparent on her fully red cheeks, her hands have already taken a different path. Boldly, they yank down both your pants and briefs in strong pulls, past your erection, which comes back swinging at her. Minju dodges it, because she can’t stop looking at Sullyoon behind you, arms resting on your shoulder, lips suckling at your neck.

“So big!” Minju can’t hold back her shock and awe at the shape, the bend, the size.

“Yeah,” Sullyoon dreamily adds. “We really have to share him from now on.”

Things are out of control. Every further plan of slowly getting to your dream threesome scenario are useless, laughable, when both your new lovers shove you down into the mattress and somehow find space on and in between your legs to intently stare at and past your phallus. Minju and Sullyoon are often not on the same page, sometimes polar opposites in class, but tonight they are more than united.

While Minju is in awe at how you throb and seemingly still grow into the air, Sullyoon eagerly spits into her hand and slowly spreads her saliva on your shaft. The thoughtfulness, carefulness and softness of her fingers make every pump of hers fade into absurdity. Right from the get go, Sullyoon’s handjob is already on the level of jerking yourself off.

“Have you ever done this, Minju?”

“N-no, never. Not even close.”

“I—only have with not real dicks.” The two blush, but there is no need to intervene. Unlike in most classes, they are eager to study for themselves, learn new tricks and test them on you.

“How about you start down at his… sac, while I go from the top?” Sullyoon suggests and Minju nods. However, you still see hesitance in her eyes, probably because she is afraid of screwing things up or making it awkward.

“They are full for you, Minju,” you softly coo and brush her hair as she almost puts her lips on them. Okay, maybe she needs the tiniest of pushing to finally— “Put your lips on them, give them a kiss. Nothing to be afraid of.”

Sullyoon is definitely not afraid. She wraps her mouth around your cockhead and begins to twirl her tongue around it. The taste of your precum must have urged her on, because she hums happily and sucks loudly. It’s like your cock is the straw in her favorite drink, that's how aggressively she sucks and her eyes roll into the back of her head. Meanwhile Minju sneakily tries to find the best spot to wrap her lips around your crown jewels, her adorable expression unpurified when she decides to go for it.

“Oh fuck!” you groan and your body arches involuntarily. More of your manhood is pressed onto their faces, into their eagerly drooling holes; it makes you wonder if you even need their pussies if this already feels so heavenly. The eagerness and playfulness of Sullyoon paired with the gentleness and sweetness of Minju makes for a double blowjob that could drain you embarrassingly fast.

Something inside your stomach tells you to just release it. Let them suck, let them play, until you just release it all over them without worry in deep bliss. Before that happens, you have to get back at them. It would be quite the disappointing night if this was your only load and they wouldn’t have any stimulation until then. You have to come up with a plan, while Sullyoon pops you from her mouth with a deep moan.

“Minju, let’s switch,” she suggests. “He tastes really good, you have to try it. Don’t worry about the size, I couldn’t take it either.”

“Oh, okay, his, his balls are quite hard. Does this mean they are full?”

“Fuck, yes,” you interrupt their horny conversation, ready to announce your plan. A plan that will surely distract you and them to the point all of you will have the best of fun. “After you’ve switched, how about you turn your butts towards me? You’re doing a fantastic job, I want to return the favor.”

They lock eyes, then look at you and nod. Sullyoon has this grin on her lips, as if she can’t wait for your fingers and tongue on her labia. Minju, again, might look quite abashed, but she is quicker than Sullyoon when it comes to showing you her behind. The sight of her bare ass, tiny pink pussy and thighs spilling out of black stockings has you drooling, almost neglecting Sullyoon’s equally remarkable offer.

Sadly, you only have one tongue and so you dive into Minju’s cunt first. In what has to be the most mind-melting moment in her life, the beautiful girl sucks in your addictive taste while for the first time, someone touches her virgin sex. Minju moans around your length while you lick all the way from her clit to her asshole in long quick swipes. You watch her body tremble and decide to put an arm around it so she doesn’t sway away from your mouth, which digs into her sensitive folds.

Speaking of sensitive folds, your other hand has found more of those. Sullyoon’s innie, beautifully smooth, spills wetness forth and guides you to the well-lubricated entrance. You don’t even have to see anything to slip your middle finger inside her. Sullyoon gasps and nuzzles her soft cheek against your balls, while a little bit higher, Minju has lost all shame.

“Yummy, yummy,” she babbles every half second when your cock leaves her mouth. The two of you seem to share the same thought: These perverted fluids are delicious, I better get as much as I can.

In your mutual delight, Sullyoon momentarily rips you out of it, just to make things even better. She bunches up Minju’s hair in a hand and starts to put her lips on Minju’s. Their tongues battle, luckily your tip is there to separate them, though it does not want peace: it wants all out war.

For this brilliant idea, you decide to switch and bury your face in Sullyoon’s ass then quickly move to her cunt and pierce it open with your wet muscle, the same muscle Minju’s twitching hole misses. She has to finish on your hand, so you decide to twirl her exposed clit in between your fingers.

The greatest trio in the world's most renowned orchestra could not compare to the harmonies your different moans produce. They are unfiltered, not played for a camera, not exaggerated—but still so loud, booming, climactic, when Sullyoon shutters. Her juices gush into your mouth, more when she leans back and presses her pussy on your face.

Minju follows quickly, almost sitting on and riding your hand as it lays there, fingers tapping upwards, against her nub. Her orgasm is not as wet, but you feel the bed shake when she cums and seemingly goes to another reality. You’re glad she physically stays, her tongue still eager at your slit—and Sullyoon is on the other side, making out with her and your cockhead.

You're incredibly hard, an iron-like rod, a tip that is purple and sensitive yet absolutely numb and only begging for what might as well be the best and final release. The thought of this ever happening again does not cross your mind, a void of nothing but pleasure. You have to give it your all now and so you buckle upwards in between their sandwiching lips and explode without warning.

“Fuuuck,” Sullyoon groans. Minju yelps, a high pitch as she still rides out her own orgasm on your palm. Your first is bombastic, a shot up in the air that rains down on their faces while the rest is equally distributed on their tender cheeks, silky lips, hot tongues. No need to mention that a lot ends up in places where the clean up will be more annoying: hair, bedsheets, even clothes have stains of white on them.

Who cares, really? Not Minju, who still laps up what leaks out of your aching, overstimulated cock. Not Sullyoon, who is out of breath and uses your thigh as a pillow. Certainly not you who literally passed out for a second and only returns because Minju sucks too strongly.

“Ouch, fuck, Min-Minju it hurts—”

“You tasht sho good, I want more.”

“Then, ahhh, get it from Sullyoon’s face, I-I don’t have anything anymore.”

Minju listens and obidies, unable to remember her shy nature when she sucks on Sullyoon’s skin to get all of your spunk off of her. Sullyoon is unfazed, mewling a bit before finding your gaze. She smirks and suddenly, the tip of her index finger touches your balls.

“You're lying,” she whispers. “You have at least one more in you.”

“I-I don’t think so.” Shake your head to emphasize your words, but Sullyoon emphasizes her belief more thoroughly by pumping from your base up. Slow strokes to keep the pressure in it, she makes sure to keep her mouth a literal breath away, a hot breath that takes your breath away. Your eyelids shutter.

“Are you sure he can keep going?” Minju cutely asks, the final remnants of cum she collected from Sullyoon’s forehead on her finger which she promptly puts in her mouth and cleans thoroughly. “I could really go for another.”

“Don’t you want him to take your virginity?” Sullyoon’s question somehow has the blush return to Minju’s ears, she turns around abashed. It’s unbelievable: a second ago, she was the biggest cumslut, now she is afraid of what feels like a logical next step if it weren’t for…

“We can’t, Sully,” you say and reach for both their heads and pat them. “Not going to do it if we don’t have condoms, and maybe we should take some time? This is all a bit—”

“Crazy?” Sullyoon climbs off the bed and searches through her backpack, to the confusion of both you and Minju. It takes her a while to find what she is looking for, so you enjoy seeing her ass in the squatting position. “Is it crazy that I have these?”

She throws you a pack of condoms. You blink.

“Is it crazy that I want you to take my virginity tonight?” Sullyoon sneaks back like a predator, adorable looking, dangerously feeling up your thigh to your once again hard length. You don’t let her have her way, grab her wrists and look at Minju.

“You are crazy. Look in whose bed we are! Minju, what do—”

“I-I’m fine with it!” Minju cups her cheeks and her gaze can’t fix on either your or Sullyoon’s face. “I can give you privacy, if you want.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sullyoon laughs. “You should join us. I’d let you go first, if you want.” She licks her lips and even with her arms being held down by you, she gets her flat tummy to rub on your manhood, close to her heat which you can no longer resist.

“I’ll get some water, you… do you.” Minju’s words are hastily spoken, her sentence finished when she is already out of the door. This settles it for you. You’re going to fuck Sullyoon; her first time is yours and the way she rips open the wrapping of the first condom leaves no doubt in your mind:

This girl loves you and wants you now.

“How do you want it?” you ask and roll the thin, barely-there rubber down your cock.

“I want you to push in me, push my body into the bed, slowly at first. Be careful until I tell you to go faster. Fuck me, hug me, do it so good and hard that I forget that there was ever a time where you didn’t love me.”

“Sounds—

Let go of her wrists and Sullyoon lets her amazing body fall into the cushions. Her lewd expression shifts; nervousness, only a little, seriousness, a little more—thrill, endless amounts of thrill. The same counts for you.

“—good. Spread your legs for me, Sullyoon. Breathe and relax.”

Those wonderful legs not only spread for you, they actually wrap around you, their smoothness suddenly suffocating and now it’s you who needs to breathe. Your cock slips into her so easily, your tip parts her, enters and if it weren’t for her wince you would’ve gone hilt deep right away. Sullyoon’s eagerness momentarily comes to a halt as she realizes that you are a bit different from her toys.

“Wow,” she mumbles mindlessly. “You’re so wide and hard and warm—nothing like a… a…”

“Like a dildo?” you tease her and gradually drag your tip along her walls and then out of the blissful heat. Her legs make sure to push you back in and now she is even tighter. Sullyoon wants you to stay, you can’t leave without your permission. “Tell me when it hurts.”

“Actually—”

Her digits find your nape and pull you down to where her lips pucker.

“—I want you to hammer your cock into me now. Mold my pussy in its shape. Hold back only if I say stop.”

“Got it.” Kiss her lips. “I love you, Sully.”

Sometimes, you need to let go and let the reckless abandon of lust take over your body. Your hips become a tool for pleasure, as they gyrate, then move back and forth to bury your length deeper in Sullyoon’s cunt. Then you copy and paste their movements and repeatedly do them with your tongue as well to the point your new girlfriend desperately clings to you. It’s not only the sweat that sticks to you; her entire being keeps you glued down.

You pump, pump, pump into Sullyoon until you notice her eyes rolling back into her head whenever you hit that spot. The sweet spot that will eventually make her cum. Good thing that you already blew a load and that all your sensitivity has subsided—it gives you the power that makes you feel like a superhero, a superhuman. You will not stop at anything, you want to make her cum with just your dick and so you have to fuck harder.

“Oh God, you’re so big, so fucking big and perfect,” Sullyoon moans. As a thank you, you place a hickey somewhere on her neck. In hindsight, a bad idea. All your classmates will see it, unless she wears turtlenecks from now on. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, you’re so good.”

“Your pussy, Sully, it’s, it’s so tight. You’re choking me.”

“Spread me open more then, fuck, fuck, I want you to make me full.”

Hidden from the world, you place a hand on Sullyoon’s abdomen. Not to touch that tummy that alone can make boys fall instantly, though it feels nice to rub your fingers across it—no, your goal is further down, right above where your cock pounds into that wet cunt. Talk about wet, Sullyoon’s juices have spread everywhere, Minju will smell her friend in this room for days to come.

And talk about Minju: she has just returned, a huge bottle of water in her hand and eyes wide open. There is no shock at the sight of Sullyoon moaning and bending under the never ending attack of your hands, tongue and of course cock. Minju is more fascinated than anything else, you know she could watch for hours if only you didn’t notice her.

“Oh, hey,” you gasp in between groans, but your greeting is cut short by Sullyoon’s deafening scream.

“Minju, Minju, oh fuck, you have to try this. He is so good~

“Yes! My clit, right there! Oh my God, I’m going to cum, you make me c-cum!”

Sullyoon pulsates throughout her pussy, her arms, her fingers. Those pointy nails of hers dig painful bruises in your back while your blurry gaze tries to make out her face in haze, but all you see is the shape of her mouth being agape. She’s suddenly so quiet, except for her pussy, which tries to start your own orgasm. You won’t give it to her, not when Minju stands there, her stocking-clad thighs rubbing together, visibly stained with her nectar.

“You guys…” she whispers and watches closely as you pull out of Sullyoon and wipe away some beads of sweat that have formed on your temple. You’re not a construction worker, but your work was hard and it paid off: Sullyoon could not be closer to heaven above the clouds, no skyscraper or airplane can take her there.

“Can I have some of that?” you weakly ask and point at the water bottle. You’re quick to squeeze out a huge portion when Minju hands you the plastic container. From the corner of your eye you see Sullyoon, back from her crazy trip and you offer her some of the water. She rejects and suddenly, full of energy, jumps up and behind Minju.

“Minju, you have to try it.” Minju shrieks when Sullyoon places her hands on the hourglass body. “He feels amazing, I know you will love it.” All her fingers carelessly drift down to where Minju’s full thighs spill out of hr black thigh-highs.

“B-but didn’t he, like, fi-finish in you? He must be exhausted.” Minju’s excuse is met with a scoff from Sullyoon.

“Look at that thing.” Sullyoon points in between your legs. That’s right, you’re still solid and throbbing, aching to go for more. “He is a stud, he can go forever. He will make you cum on your first time, Minju~”

“I-I don’t know.”

“You don’t have to listen to her,” you tell Minju and take another sip from the bottle. “We can do something else if you don’t feel ready yet.”

Your words might be honest, but Minju does not get a fair chance to consider this other option. In front of her sits her crush, a guy with a big, super tasty cock. Behind her is a friend, mind controlled by lust, eager to share this big, super tasty cock. The sight of you teases her, Sullyoon’s hands on her hips, butt, crotch tease her. Can she really go for it now? Make this crazy night become nothing but madness, a story worth telling but no one will ever hear it?

“I want… you inside of me.”

“Perf—”

“I want you to cum inside of me!”

You gulp, thoughts tripping over each other. Even Sullyoon is perplexed and frozen. “R-really?” you both ask the still-virgin girl.

“No, like, in-in a condom of course! I just want to know… that my pussy felt good for you, that I can make you cum. I don’t want to get pregnant yet of course—oh God, did you think that?”

“Well…”

“Doesn’t matter!” Sullyoon suddenly laughs this chaotic misunderstanding off and pushes Minju on your lap. “Here, Minju, put a new condom on his cock. We don’t do creampies, but I totally get what you want.”

“I’m so sorry, that was a stupid thing to say,” Minju apologizes awkwardly, but you quickly forget about it when she expertly puts the rubber on your tip and has your entire phallus covered in no time. Her dainty fingers feel fantastic on your base, which she holds steady, awaiting you to do something with it. You can’t make up your mind however: should you pick her up and throw her into the sheets to fuck her like Sullyoon? Maybe spin her around and fuck her doggy, ass up, that beautiful face buried in pillows as you burry yourself inside her for the first time?

Sullyoon helps you come up with a third solution. She grabs your wrists and firmly puts them on Minju’s tiny waist and instinctively, you lift her up and over your cock. Minju looks down at your manhood and mewls, ready yet not ready to take it. Her starlit eyes, a few centimeters away, look down into yours and you swear you don’t want to hurt. You have to do everything to make this the best thing for her.

Give Minju a firm kiss on her trembling lips as both you and Sullyoon gently place her entrance on your spear. At first, she is scared, her body tensing up, but with your warmth radiating on her warm folds, she suddenly seems eager. More and more inches disappear into her and you leave her lips to hear her ultimate moan when her virginity disappears.

“Ouh, so big, so much, ahhh!”

“Does it hurt?” you ask her.

“A-a bit, but it’s fine—Sullyoon, what are you doing!? Don’t look at it!”

Sullyoon kneels between your legs. When she breathes out through her nose, your balls feel her hot and horny breath. She completely ignores Minju’s words and stares at how you leave and re-enter Minju’s pussy. “Minju, this… this is the best sight! Trust me, it feels good when he goes faster. Your pussy will feel so good.”

“This is embarrassing,” Minju mewls again, her hips firmly pushed down on your lap, almost the entirety of your cock inside her. You might not feel powerless in this position, not at all in fact, but you want this absolute beauty of a woman to do how she likes it. If she just wants to sit on you and slowly move her lower body in circles, that’s fine, if she wants to ride you with heavy thrusts, that would be to die for—

But Minju unexpectedly picks a third option. Seriously, these girls are full of surprises. She puts her hands on your shoulders while yours instinctively hover down to her hips and then she tightens around your cock again before moving up and down, up and down, up and down with perfect body control, at the same pace.

Minju rides you, fucks you, like she has done it a thousand times. You can hardly believe she never had a toy inside her. Every breath becomes more chaotic, her features disheveled, her tongue numb. It hangs out of her mouth, a perfectly ripe weak spot for you to attack. You suck on it, bully it in your mouth and Minju grabs your throat, accidentally choking you. No, no, she has to keep doing that. She has to suffocate you, with her pussy, with her fingers, with her stunning visuals as she fucks herself silly.

“Sullyoon, fuck,” you both simultaneously curse when the forgotten girl starts to lick all the way from your perineum over to your cock and Minju’s folds to Minju’s butthole, then back down, as if it were the longest, tastiest lollipop. She is not irritated by all the sweat, the lewd juices and Minju’s ass bouncing on your dick—Sullyoon laps it all up and even giggles when she hears both of you struggle with the added pleasure.

Minju gradually loses speed, which is of course not bad, after all, her cunt still tries to suck your Sullyoon-kissed balls dry, but you notice how completely out of breath and overstimulated she seems. With unfocused puppy eyes she tries to apologize for her lack of stamina, but instead of lamenting, you find a quick solution—a solution that sends Minju straight into her first ever crazy orgasm.

Hock your arms underneath her legs, securely hold her and stand up. Sullyoon gasps in surprise, her tongue still in Minju’s ass, which suddenly shakes when you start to fuck. Minju screams in bliss, covers your crotch in girl cum as you lose your grip on reality but never your grip on her hips. Minju can barely hold onto your nape as you pound her and send orgasm after orgasm into her.

“Ahhh, oh my God, it’s, it’s coming again!”

She deserves so many more so you steady your feet and thrust upwards harder, faster, gape her cunt wide open, all for Sullyoon to see. She remembers that you speared her open in a similar way, your cock hard and reckless. She starts to touch herself while sucking on whatever part of your base isn’t currently inside Minju. In the meantime, Minju’s stockings burn themselves in your memory. She always has to wear them, they look so hot, seductive, like they were made to cover her legs.

“So big, too much, too much, I—”

Minju explodes again. This time her ability to speak is replaced by mindless moans, which sound a bit silly through her constantly cracking voice. You look down and admire the ripple of her thighs, the way her small tits bounce up and down. Her hot cunt feels ready for a load, a load it will not directly receive unfortunately.

Unfortunately? No, it’s good! You can’t risk getting Minju pregnant, that would be insane.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you groan.

“Let me help you~” Sullyoon’s lewd voice and even lewder lips push you over the edge as she puts your balls in her mouth and sucks on them loudly. The added pressure makes you unload into the condom, testing its durability. Luckily it passes the test and Minju still gets to have that feeling of hotness inside her.

She smiles weakly, but cannot really react. Her body goes limp in your arms as you slip out of her wide open hole. You carefully drop her onto the bed, a bed that you definitely need too now. Soft sheets to finally rest in after this night of projects and—other projects so to say.

“Fuck that was insane. What’s going to happen now?” you ask no one in particular. Minju is already gone, deep in a dream.

“What do you think?” Sullyoon suddenly says and lays next to you in bed, her fingers pulling away the condom. When she sees the ridiculous amount of cum still covering your dick, she is quick to clean it up with her tongue. It seems that she is just as addicted to your taste as Minju.

“Fuck, Sully—”

“We have to do this every week.”

“Wh-what?”

“Aren’t we your girlfriends now? Don’t you want this—

“To happen again~?”

Yes, they are your girlfriends now—and yes: you have fallen for them.

Who could blame you?

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Breaking and Entering

You don't want Jihoon to worry.

Fluff (a miniscule amount of angst) - woozi x fem!reader

A hell of a lot of words for a sick fic :D Described as "princess treatment" by my friends 😌

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Word Count: 3.1k

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Before you even open your eyes, you feel a scratch in your throat that burns like hell. You reach for the water on your nightstand and take large gulps trying to soothe the pain. As your eyes open, they droop heavily and take a moment to adjust to the early morning sunlight that makes its way past your curtains. A chill suddenly attacks the uncovered parts of your body. You duck back under your comforter only to have an oppressive heat come in waves that cause sweat to cling to your forehead. On top of all that, you can’t breathe out of your left nostril. You’re terribly sick.

As you lament in your miserable state, a notification brightens your phone and you have to shut your eyes. You blink them trying to get used to the light, but all it does is give you a headache. You brave through the pain to turn your brightness down and check the notification. It’s a text from your boyfriend, Jihoon.

Jiji: good morning babe~ 😘

You: Good morning!

Jiji: what are ur plans for today? work?

You: No

You pause for a moment before continuing your response. You wonder if it’s a good idea to tell him that you aren’t feeling well today. On one hand, he might want to know that kind of stuff so that he can take care of you. On the other hand, it could cause some unnecessary stress in his already stressful life. Also, with his busy schedule, he probably wouldn’t be able to do much. You decide ultimately that this illness would probably be over quickly, and you don’t want to make Jihoon worry about nothing a little cough medicine and tea would fix.

You: I'm going to take the day off to relax and be lazy lol 😏

Jiji: that sounds nice

i wish i could do the same 😮‍💨

You: Busy schedule today?

Jiji: yup 🙃 but im excited for our date later this week

You: Me too!

Jiji: i have to go to work

text me later

You: Will do! I love you 🩷

Jiji: love u too~🖤

Putting your phone down and taking the chance to move from your bed to at least retrieve some relief in the form of medicine or warm tea, you feel your muscles ache in a way that makes you never want to move again. For now, you stare at the ceiling with the resolve to get over this silly little cold. You fall asleep soon after and stay asleep for many, many hours.

When you finally awaken again, the chill in your bones still hasn't subsided, no matter how many layers of sheet and blanket cover you. You have to force your eyes to open against the deeper sunlight now pouring through the cracks in your curtains. You power through the discomfort to get them to adjust to the brightness. Again, you reach a hand out for your phone and see that it is afternoon and that you have some missed texts from your boyfriend.

Jiji: hey~

wuts up

Jiji: taking an afternoon nap huh

text me when u see this

The messages were all sent about 45 minutes ago. You feel a little bad about lying, but it only strengthens your resolve to get better and put the whole lie behind you. You text back like normal, hoping that he has the time to read and respond even for just a few minutes.

You: Sorry! I fell asleep watching anime

It doesn’t take too long for a reply to pop-up. You had been dating Jihoon for months now, but you still got butterflies every time he texted you. Even now, aching all over and dripping from your face, he makes you feel a warmth you swore would make you even healthier than you were before.

Jiji: oh rub it in my face 🙄 lol

dont get too far without me

You: I would never!! 😫

How’s it been today? You're not too stressed, right?

Jiji: eh

im coping lol

nothing im not used to

You: Don’t push yourself too hard ok? 🥺

You're doing such a great job!!!!!!

Jiji: thx lol

i gotta go. love u~ 🖤

You: I love you too 🩷

You decide to try to come up with the ultimate healing game plan for the rest of the day. You plot out your meals and activities to maximize the time you can spend getting better. Or at least you try to as you come to realize that sleeping an extra 4 and a half hours without getting out of bed means that you’ve yet to relieve yourself. This kickstarts your game plan as you rush to the bathroom.

You power through the aches in your body to finally brush your teeth and put your hair in a manageable bun for the day. You put on your sweats and some socks to keep warm and make your way to the kitchen where you heat up some soup and make a mug of herbal tea. You take medicine and take it easy all day. The change in scenery from your bedroom to the living room not only motivates your mind to change, but also it motivates your body to move. You swear you already feel better.

Unfortunately, the next two days look the same, and you do not, in fact, feel any better. Even with minimal movement throughout the days, you still manage to leave a mess of dirty dishes, clothes, and tissues strewn about the apartment. You are miserable and finally starting to come to terms with it. The delusion of your ability to heal quickly and on your own was finally starting to dissipate. You thought seeing a doctor was a waste of time, but you start to see the necessity of an appointment the more time you spend with a scratch in your throat and a headache hammering your skull.

The worst part, however, is not the pain, nor is it the constant sweating or the need to breathe through your mouth. No, the worst part is that today is Jihoon’s one day off; you are supposed to be ready to go on a date.

It's a little late in the morning when you wake up. You thrash in your bed frustrated that you are still sick and very tired. When you check your phone, there are no new messages. It isn't unusual for Jihoon to sleep in on his days off. You dread having to tell him the truth that you had been sick all week and couldn’t go out tonight. You could anticipate his response: a string of crying emojis and then a laugh where he says he’s just kidding and he’s fine as long as you get better. He wouldn’t really be okay with it, but he would say he is. He would be really disappointed; he isn’t very good at showing his true emotions, but you know he feels them so deeply. You don’t want to cause him any undue stress or heartbreak. At this point, it unfortunately is inevitable.

You grab your phone and hover over Jihoon’s contact, trying to muster the courage to send your good-morning-text and your confession followed by a long apology and promises to make it all up to him one day. You don’t expect your phone to ring, brandishing a very familiar sweet smiling selfie with the name “Jiji” underneath. You are startled then you take a deep breath, clear your throat, and answer.

“Good morning, my baby,” a sleep-rasped voice calls out from the other side.

“Good morning,” you try to answer in a normal voice, doing your best to hide your congestion.

“You sound different. What’s up?” Jihoon caught on immediately.

You whine a little over the phone, only prolonging the inevitable. There’s only silence from the other side. “I’m sick,” you say, then blurt out, “I’ve been sick for the past three days. I really, really tried to get better, honestly. I’m so sorry, Jiji. I can’t go out tonight.”

Your heart beats quickly in your chest, maybe from the nerves of finally coming clean, maybe from the extra exertion on your sick body. The five seconds it takes for Jihoon to respond feel like five hours. All he says is, “Oh. Okay.” After that, he hangs up the phone, leaving you stunned and with a horrible pit in your stomach.

You’re in shock. The kind of shock people feel after breaking a limb or recovering from a disaster. It pushes every other feeling out of your body. You do your morning routine in a fugue state. When you sit back in your bed, it all hits you at once. Tears stream down your face almost unconsciously, and you lay down with your face in your pillow. Eventually, you fall asleep again, too tired from the illness to continue to cry or feel anything.

Jihoon makes up his mind quickly. After abruptly hanging up the phone, he immediately gets up and goes through his own routine faster than ever, even taking 30 minutes off of his normal workout just to have more time for his own plan. After coming home, he does something a little out of character. He goes to the kitchen to cook something that isn’t chicken breast and white rice.

This surprises his roommates. Soonyoung tries to help him with the big pot of what was so far just stock and vegetables. He gets distracted easily, and it takes him a long time to cut up an onion. Jeonghan takes a picture of Jihoon and sends it in the group chat asking if this is normal behavior for Woozis. Seungkwan tries to taste it before the dish is ready and whines when his hand is met with a smack from a wooden spoon.

“This isn’t for any of you. Leave it alone,” Jihoon says in a stern voice.

“Wait, what? Then who is it for?” Soonyoung raises an eyebrow at him.

“Y/N, my girlfriend. She’s sick.”

The mood in the apartment changes. Now, Jeonghan is texting more furiously in the group chat about how Jihoon cares so much about his poor, sick girlfriend. Seungkwan now insists on tasting the dish the whole way through the cooking process to make sure it’s suitable for such refined tastes as his and yours. Soonyoung calls his mom and asks what the best thing is to cure illnesses. It becomes a whole big thing that has Jihoon a little bit annoyed but also grateful his friends care about you almost as much as he cares about you.

Jihoon’s morning and the better part of his afternoon off of work are then filled with surprise visits from Mingyu, Jun, and Seokmin who bring an array of dishes that could feed you for a month and Minghao who brings a special tea blend that he uses when he's feeling sick. Vernon sends a playlist of chill music for you to listen to while you recover, and Wonwoo writes a list of movies he recommends you watch to rest. Chan makes a special delivery of his grandma's famous kimchi, which has the rest of the boys groaning that they don't get any this time. Joshua sends the best essential oil wax melts so you can indulge in some aromatherapy. Finally, Seungcheol makes sure that Jihoon tells you that he can send anything in the world to your house using his card whether it be medicine or a treat from your favorite bakery or even a new designer pajama set to make sure you are at maximum comfort levels.

As he makes his way over to your apartment, Jihoon feels silly carrying a bunch of bags filled with various gifts from everyone on top of the soup he made that seems to pale in comparison. He curses Jeonghan under his breath for telling everyone his plan to bring you supplies, effectively making him the delivery boy because he is the only person who has the passcode to your apartment. He tries to call you on his way over, now adding his phone to the pile he was juggling. It rings a few times and then goes to voicemail. He tries again and meets the same outcome. He assumes that you’re resting; being sick for multiple days sounds exhausting which is why he is so willing to bring over everything he (and the others) could possibly think of to make you feel better.

Jihoon reaches your front door and knocks loud enough that you would be able to hear it from your room, but soft enough that you wouldn’t wake up if you were resting. He waits a beat before just typing the code and letting himself inside. He makes his way to the kitchen and sets down the various bags on the countertops. Only once his arms are empty does he realize the state of the apartment. He slowly takes in the dirty dishes and various random stuff left on the floor. The trashcan is full, and tea bags litter the countertops. There are tissue boxes everywhere, each one full of used tissues.

He walks slowly to your room and, opening the door, he almost couldn’t make out your sleeping shape on the bed. You’re curled up into a ball under many layers of blankets on one side, and on the other was a pile of clothing. There’s more clothing on the floor. Jihoon goes back to the kitchen and takes a deep breath. He meticulously puts all the food everyone prepared into the fridge, rolls up his sleeves, and decides to start there. He makes a list in his head of all the things he could realistically do in the few hours you would be asleep.

The next moment, Jihoon is elbow deep in soapy water scrubbing dishes and wiping countertops. He finds all the cleaning instruments and proceeds to sweep and vacuum. He fills a trash bag with tissues, tissue boxes, and food containers. He gently tiptoes around your room, gathering up the clothes from the floor, which he assumes are dirty, and putting them in the wash. The clothes on the bed, which he checks are clean, are now folded and put in a hamper for later sorting. He even has time to reheat his soup and make a pretty plating of it paired with some rice and a cup of some of Minghao’s herbal tea.

You awaken when you hear dishes clanking in the kitchen. Someone is in your home. You freeze until the noise stops and begin to get up from your bed. With your legs swung over the side of the bed, ready to stand and possibly defend yourself, the door opens slowly and in walks Jihoon with a tray of dishes.

He looks surprised, then flashes a big smile, then says, “Good, you’re awake. It’s time to eat.”

All you can do is stare at him in disbelief as he sets a tray of soup and rice and tea on your lap. He sits cross-legged in the empty space beside you and scrolls through his phone as if it's the most normal thing in the world.

“W…what’s all this?” you stutter out, utterly confused.

“Lunch,” Jihoon answers nonchalantly.

Looking at him beside you, you realize that there is indeed empty space on your bed for him to sit where there was once a pile of clothes. Tears appear behind your eyes when you look around at the spotless floor of your bedroom. You look at your boyfriend as one tear falls.

“Did you…”

“Yeah, it was a real mess in here.” He turns to look at you and uses his thumb to wipe the one tear from your cheek. “Start eating. I bet you haven’t eaten all day. How are you supposed to get better if you don’t eat?”

He was right. You take a spoonful of broth and bring it to your lips. It tastes wonderful. Alternating between tea and soup and rice, you feel fuller, and the heat from the meal eases your throat just a little more. Jihoon looks at you and sees how happy you look to be having a meal that wasn’t microwaved from a package. You are already almost done with the meal after only a few minutes.

“See, you were hungry, huh?” He teasingly shakes his head.

You lightly push your boyfriend's arm. You make a face, suddenly feeling awkward to be around him. “I thought you were mad at me.”

“What? Why? Because you lied to me for days and didn’t let me take care of you? Or because you canceled our date on the day of because you assumed I cared that we went out somewhere?” he starts sarcastically, “I actually hadn’t thought about it all day.”

“I’m serious, Jiji!” you try to whine but end in a cough. He’s laughing at you as you get a little frustrated.

“I’m seriously not mad. I wish you would’ve told me, but being mad won’t fix anything.” His smile is soft, and he’s looking at you with love in his eyes.

“I’m really sorry. I just didn’t want to worry you. I didn’t know it would last this long. Honestly, I don’t know what I have, and you probably shouldn't be sitting so close to me right now.” You weakly try to push Jihoon away, but he sits like a rock, not budging at all.

“I’m fine,” he chuckles, “The plague couldn’t even keep me away from you.” He leans to kiss your forehead.

All your muscles relax as the last few bites on your plate disappear. Jihoon takes the empty tray in one hand and uses the other to guide you to your feet with him. He wordlessly walks you both out of the room. You see that not only is the entire apartment clean, but there are small gifts left out on the coffee table.

“What is all this?” you ask your boyfriend as take a seat on the couch, waiting for him to put the empty plates and bowls from the tray in the sink.

He takes a seat next to you and rubs the back of his neck with one hand and avoids eye contact when he answers, “The guys heard you weren’t feeling great, so, of course, they had to help out, too.” He goes through and shows you the wax melts, medicine, and self-care products. He also tells you about your new stock of homemade meals from the best cooks in the group. You get really excited about the kimchi from Chan’s grandma. He sends you Vernon’s playlist and Wonwoo’s recommendations. He even shows you the text Seungcheol sent him about using his card for whatever you might need.

Everything is perfect for the rest of the evening that was supposed to be a fancy, romantic date night. It turns out that watching movies and listening to music while snuggling and talking is the best medicine for illness and the most romantic date you have ever been on.

#another one thank you #cant write anything but being head over heels in love rn #woozi #seventeen #lee jihoon #svt #lee jihoon fanfic #lee jihoon fanfiction #lee jihoon x reader #woozi fanfiction #woozi fic #woozi x reader #woozi fluff #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #lee jihoon fluff #seventeen fluff #svt fluff

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kroosluvr · 1 month

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yay!!!!!!!

typo that im too lazy to fix: on the last page, "kasumi was one of the best gymnasts [in japan]"

edit: BRO I IDDNT REALIZE AKIRA ND SUMIRE WERE SHARING A SPOON TO EAT THE CURRY AM I INSANEEEEE <- She literally drew this image

1st 2 pics are genderbent akira+goro as well as sumire, 3rd pic is canon akira and sumire

in my head m!sumire is dedicated to rhythmic gymnastics, but the fact that it's not a popular sport somehow causes a mental block for him: kasumi was a trailblazer in men's rhythmic gymnastics. he was setting the course, but now he's gone. so does sumire live up to that? does he have to fill his brother's shoes? or can he just strive to be the best rhythmic gymnast he himself can be?

he was always solemn and driven growing up, but after the accident, he drove himself further into his practices and routines in an attempt to "recapture the spark" that kasumi had. of course, this is mostly in vain... chasing his shadow doesn't get him anywhere

he slowly develops the cognition of "sumire" being "kasumi's replacement." the younger brother that stepped up to the plate. to attend to his anxiety/depression he goes to dr. maruki (i'd say this takes longer than in canon, because he was always so busy with practice that he didn't really. comprehend 'oh perhaps i need counseling after my brother died' LMAO. and even then it's more "ok im gonna start competing internationally, so i need to make sure my mental is in tiptop shape"

he starts to reveal his insecurities to dr. maruki who. yknow. does all that. i don't think this sumire would specifically say "i wish i was kasumi" but more "i want to continue his legacy the way only he could have done it" which dr. maruki himself takes as "ok so u want to literally be kasumi"

i'd also say his "transformation" into "kasumi" is more jarring than in canon? canon "kasumi" is polite, eager, cheerful and sunny, but i imagine m!"kasumi" to be more boisterous, more outwardly outgoing/extroverted/outspoken, a little bit of a daredevil

on top of that, i think (perhaps) since men's rhythmic gymnastics isn't super popular, maybe not many ppl have heard of "kasumi yoshizawa" to begin with? so maybe ppl accept him as "kasumi" a little easier, which is. um. bad LOL

not sure if this helps his gymnastics at all. i thinkkk it does give him the confidence to execute more complicated routines that sumire himself didn't have the self-confidence to try before. but, of course, this doesn't affect anything in the rhythmic gymnastics world since. erm. everyone knows kasumi died. awkward!!!!

i think the shame would be all-encompassing when he breaks out of the delusion. he never wanted this.... all he wants is to keep competing with his brother, to keep supporting him into the limelight, and he'll never have that again. so i think, like canon, his arc is learning how to support and uplift Himself -- but more like, become more self-sufficient in terms of his own gymnastics instead of always seeing himself as second place to kasumi (and being okay with that)

it's different than canon as kasumi always told sumire they'd take the world stage... TOGETHER! ->

while i think for m!kasumi and m!sumire they worked in tandem, it was never really a dream. kasumi simply decided "i want to do this" and so did sumire. the thing is, kasumi's skills just far outweighed sumire's, and that much was painfully clear to him. kasumi was one who could bring men's rhythmic gymnastics into the international lens, and sumire has no idea if he could ever be strong enough to do that.

there's an interesting sort of dissonance here....... like. big fish small pond (genderbend au) or small fish big pond (canonverse.) i think its interesting.. okay enough rambles from me its 4am sdjsdjfh

edit: last thing i think. in canon it’s heavily implied that kasumi took the reins and pushed sumire to do stuff / pick out clothes for them both / kinda set the stage for both of them but i think in gb au sumire just follows kasumi as a result of kasumi being such a bright light. sumire has ambitions the same way kasumi does but he lacks the self-esteem to back it up…. it’s similar in canon but not 1:1 if that makes sense? i think in canon sumire is still questioning if it’s even her dream to compete in gymnastics so that’s the main diff

#idont have a caption sorry.#mostly shsm centered stuff thist ime...#shusumi #akira kurusu #sumire yoshizawa #i dont wanna tag goro hes barely here. (femkechi in 2nd slide btw)#persona 5 royal #cele draws #genderbend #cele comics #(sort of...??? it counts bc theres 3 ofthem. and thats a lot.)

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nejiverse · 4 months

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A DISTANT MEMORY

Boothill

In which an array of events briefly teleports Boothill to the past, where is daughter would forever remain. Fem! Reader

cw: suggestive, a teensy bit of angst, not prood read (ik its unlike me but im feeling lazy lol)

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"So..what do you think?", Y/n held the gun up to the light on the ceiling, admiring her handiwork.

"Beautiful", Boothill responded but Y/n could see from her peripheral vision that he wasn't looking at the gun at all, he was looking at her.

"The gun, Boothill", she had to let him know he wasn't slick.

"Yeah an' I said it's beautiful", he defended himself, crossing his arms as he crossed his legs on top of the empty side of Y/n's workspace, a knowing look on his face. "Good with your hands, ain't ya?". Boothill smirked, his pointy teeth poking out of the crevice between his top and bottom lips.

You know what else they can do?", she noticed how his eyes shone with a glint of expectation, until she used the butt of the gun to hit him on top of his head.

Boothill let out a disgruntled groan as his hat fell lopsided on his head.

"Geez, where'd all that strength come from?", he took his hat off, rubbing the crown of his head.

"It's all natural", she puffed out her chest, flexing her non existent arm muscles.

Boothill chuckled, shaking his head. "Well darlin', you sure know how to handle yourself", he teased, cocking his head to the side as he scanned her from the bottom up. "Y'know, I've always had a thing for women who can handle a firearm", Boothill winked, placing his hat on top of her head playfully.

Y/n rolled her eyes at his words and actions, a grin playing at the side of her lips. "As ironic as it may sound, I don't actually know how to use a gun...I just tinker with them", she admitted, a tinge of embarrassment floating in her chest.

Boothill's grin faltered for a moment, his eyebrows arching in surprise. "Is that so?" he replied, his tone more curious than accusatory. "Well ya sure had me fooled". He took the gun from the table, twirling it around his index finger. "I can teach ya".

"Sure, why not", she might as well know how it works, there was no harm. She adjusted her seating as she listened attentively, but instead of Boothill picking her ear about his knowledge on guns, he instead stood up behind her.

"O-oh you mean actually teaching me", she muttered, her eyebrows furrowing in uncertainty.

"Well how else would I teach ya?".

Boothill stood behind Y/n, his body close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him. His hands gently guided hers as they held the gun, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

"Now, darlin', you gotta hold it steady," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "Nice and firm, but not too tight."

Y/n nodded, but internally her brain was malfunctioning at the ambiguity of his words. She tried to focus on his instructions rather than the electrifying sensation of his proximity. She adjusted her grip, her fingers brushing against his as they wrapped around the handle.

"That's it," Boothill spoke in a tone above a whisper . "Now, ya gotta aim true. Find your target and focus."

Y/n's heart pounded in her chest as she followed his guidance, her gaze fixed on the red thumbnail on the notice board hung up on the far side of the dimly lit workshop, but her attention kept drifting back to Boothill, his rugged features illuminated by the soft glow of the desk light.

"Steady now," he murmured, his hands moving to adjust her shoulders. As Y/n exhaled slowly, she felt Boothill's body press against hers, his chest firm against her back.

"Atta girl," Boothill praised, his voice laced with pride at how good he was at teacher her. "But you gotta remember to relax. Let the gun do the work".

Y/n nodded, internally noting all the tips and tricks he was giving her. Despite all the waves of emotions she was being smacked with, she truly did appreciate his efforts in helping her fully understand how a gun works and how to use it.

"Y'know, darlin'," Boothill murmured, his voice low. "There's more to shootin' than just hittin' a target."

Y/n hummed in anticipation. She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his in a silent exchange.

"Like what?", she breathed.

"Like trustin' your instincts," he said, his voice dripping with promise. "And lettin' go of control."

Before Y/n could respond, Boothill's lips were on hers. Boothill felt as though he had just came home from a long journey, albeit her workshop not being his home, and having not went on a long journey at all.

Y/n melted into him, her hands tangling in his hair as she surrendered herself to his touches and deep kisses. Though she was taken aback when she felt his head against her chest. Boothill couldn't help but notice the rapid thumping of Y/n's heart beneath against his face.

Y/n's lips quivered in embarrassment. "Stop that", she uttered, shooing him away.

Boothill let out a hearty laugh as he fell back into his seat. “I gotta say, it's mighty gratifyin' to know I have that kind of effect on you—".

Y/n shoved his hat in his face in efforts to shut him up. "Nonsense", Y/n retorted, opting to change the subject. "Besides, you said you only came here to say hi and leave", Y/n swatted away his roaming hands.

Boothill grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Sometimes sayin 'hi' just ain't enough".

As Boothill and Y/n chatted away together, caught up in their moment of bonding, they were interrupted by a soft sound nearby. Turning, they spotted a little girl rubbing her eyes, her tiny form illuminated by the light of the room she just came out of.

Y/n shook her head with a lazy smile. She just couldn't bring herself to be mad at her daughter for coming out when she looked so cute. "I told you no coming in when I have visitors", she cooed, getting up to pick the little girl up while she brushed her bed hair back. The woman was still curious as to how she managed to get out of bed all by herself.

Boothill's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of the child. She couldn't have been more than a year old, yet there was something hauntingly familiar about her features—the same dark curls, the same wide eyes that he had seen in his own daughter.

"I'll be damned", Boothill whispered to himself in bewilderment.

His heart clenched with a mixture of astonishment and grief as he stared at the child, his mind racing in utter confusion. It was uncanny.

"Never knew ya had a daughter", Boothill opted to just forget about it, but he would soon find out that it wouldn't work.

"A lot of people don't, my line of work isn't the safest you know", forging and enhancing weapons for both good and bad people certainly came with its risks, but Y/n thought that being neutral to both sides was the best idea.

The little girl looked over her mother's shoulder at the stranger. She babbled incoherent words whilst pointing at the cyborg.

"Wanna say hi?", Y/n asked the child who flailed her arms around as a response. Y/n turned her gaze towards Boothill. "You any good with kids?".

Was he? He's not sure since he wasn't able to protect his own kid. With hesitation in his voice, Boothill spoke. "I...dunno".

Y/n chuckled. "Well you must be 'cause this girl hates strangers", Y/n put the little girl down as she slowly waddled over to Boothill.

Boothill's eyes softened as he looked at the child, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Well, ain't that somethin'," he murmured, his voice filled with surprise. "What's your name lil' lady?", he asked the little girl.

The child babbled happily, her small hand reaching up to touch his face. Boothill chuckled, the sound reverberating in the quiet room. "Guess you're not quite ready to tell me yet, huh?".

Y/n stepped closer, her heart swelling at the sight of Boothill holding her daughter with such care. "Her name is D/n," she said softly. "She's not really that verbal yet".

Boothill nodded, his eyes never leaving D/n's face. "D/n huh?".

Y/n watched them, a mixture of emotions swirling within her. Seeing Boothill with D/n, so tender and gentle, made her heart ache with a longing she hadn't realised she carried. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

"You're good with her," Y/n remarked sincerely. "You look like you've done this before."

Boothill's smile faltered for a brief moment, a shadow passing over his eyes. He quickly masked it with a grin. "Well, kids seem to like me," he said lightly, though the weight of unspoken memories lingered in his gaze.

D/n made grabby hands at the feather on Boothill's hat, intrigued by how it moved every time he did.

The man took off his hat and handed it to her, the accessory engulfing half her head.

She giggled and lifted the hat up, or attempted to till Boothill did it for her, angling it in a way which would allow her to see. She flashed her still developing teeth into an award winning smile.

As he held Y/n's daughter, memories of his own daughter, who had been taken from him far too soon, flashed through his mind. The pain of her loss had been a constant shadow, a wound that never fully healed. Yet, holding D/n, he felt a glimmer of healing, a sense of connection that he thought he'd lost forever. It was as if life was giving him a second chance to protect and cherish a child.

Boothill never wants to leave, ever.

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mamaestapa · 10 months

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I Wish You Would

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

•chapter summary: Sam pours his heart out to you and Joe, hoping you two will forgive him and his behavior from the past six months...

•word count: TBD…it’s a very long chapter though (i was too lazy to put it on a google doc lol. i’ll fix it later today)

•warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy hormones, reader is extremely turned on by Joe (whos not? LOL), slight smut/more like allusions to sex, mentions of pregnancy loss, SAM, some confrontation, some angst, fluff, basically the basic daddy issues warnings lol

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May 21, 2023

6 months pregnant

You took a deep breath as you leaned against the counter, arms crossed over your chest and resting on your growing baby bump as you watched Joe prepare a protein shake after his workout. You huffed out a sigh as you watched the muscles in his biceps and forearms flex with each shake of the bottle. It was almost like they were teasing you, wanting you to grip them tightly as you and Joe...

"Y/n," Joe's voice snapped you out of your wandering thoughts, "You OK?"

You felt your cheeks flush as you looked into Joe's blue eyes, his gaze making butterflies swarm in your belly. You gulped slightly, hoping he didn't pick up on your body language. I'm OK, you thought, I'm more than just OK, actually..

I'm extremely turned on right now by your black compression shirt...

Your bulging and drenched in sweat arm muscles...

and don't even get me started on that ass...

"I'm great." You said with a small smile as you uncrossed your arms and adjusted the shirt that tightly hugged your body. Joe's gaze never once left you, making your body's excitement grow more and more.

Stupid pregnancy hormones. They've been raging recently, wanting you to pounce on your boyfriend at any moment and climb him like a tree. Joe could just glance at you and your body made you need him, all of him.

Joe furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at you. It seemed like he wasn't believing your response. He set his shaker bottle down on the counter and made his way over to where you stood on the other side of the counter. Joe stood in front of you, crossing his arms over his chest which of course made your eyes wander. Your eyes widened slightly as you took in the way his chest looked hugged by his compression shirt. Joe noticed your gaze fall to his chest. Oh. The lustful look in your eyes made him chuckle. Lovely pregnancy hormones.

Joe smirked as he uncrossed his arms and walked up to you, holding them out for you. "C'mere mamas."

The name had you practically melting into Joe's arms. You fell into his embrace, bringing your baby blue manicured hands up to his hard chest. You slowly ran your hands down Joe's chest and abdomen, your arousal growing as you felt each ab on your fingertips. You bit your lip slightly as your hands came back up settled on his sternum. Joe stood there as you felt his body, his arousal growing as you got up on your tip toes to kiss his neck. You started delicately sucking at the skin of his neck, making Joe groan softly. You kissed along his jaw line before going back to his neck, making sure to mark him up. Before you could leave a deep purple mark on his neck, Joe pulled away from you, making you whine.

"Joeyyy."

Joe narrowed his eyes at you. Already knowing the answer, he still decided to ask, "Why are you so..."

"Horny?" You finished for him. Joe chuckled at your bluntness, "Yeah."

You pulled yourself completely away from Joe and leaned against the countertop, "Well," you sighed, "I went to my doctors appointment a couple days ago." Joe nodded along as you spoke, interested to see where you were going with this.

"And not only are my hormones raging right now, but Doctor Montgomery said it might be a good idea to stop having sex once I reach the sixth month mark."

Joe's eyes widened slightly as his mouth formed an O. You sighed once again, bringing yourself close to your boyfriends chest again. "So Joe, please," you practically begged, "all I want is for your to slam me against this countertop and screw me like there's no-."

You got cut off by Joe's lips slamming onto yours. You instantly kissed back just as harshly. He pulled away, a small smirk on his face as he looked down at you. "Say no more..." he said, huskily under his breath. You let out a breath of anticipation as your smirk matched his.

Joe pushed you against the counter, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Jump." He instructed.

You did as he said, jumping just enough so you could sit on the countertop. You straddled his waist, your fingers digging into his toned back. You threw your head back, moaning as Joe put his lips against your neck, sucking at the skin just enough to get a reaction out of you, but not enough to leave deep marks. You brought your hands up to his hair, pulling on strands of his dark blonde hair, "Joe, don't stop..."

He pulled your tight fitting white t-shirt off of your body, throwing it across the room. Joe bit his lip, observing your chest which has gotten significantly bigger since you've gotten pregnant. You grabbed his hand, placing it on your right breast. His palm instantly kneaded at the swollen skin. Joe's other hand traveled down to your waist band, his skilled fingers hooking under and slowly pulling them down your thighs. Both of your breathing was quickening as he traced the lace of your panties...however, as Joe's fingers pulled at the material of your panties, a sudden wave of guilt came flooding over you.

"Wait," you suddenly pulled away from Joe, making him remove his hands from your waist. "stop." you said, removing his other hand from your chest. Joe pulled away from you completely with a puzzled look on his face. "What's wrong?"

"I feel..." you trailed off, pulling your pants back up and gulping slightly as you made eye contact with a concerned and confused Joe, "dirty."

Joe's eyes widened slightly as he was taken aback by your confession, "D-dirty?" he chuckled, "Why d'you feel dirty, babe?"

You put your hands on your belly, "Because we have the little guy in here listening to everything, and it just feels wrong." You shuddered at the thought of the baby boy in your womb hearing everything.

"Babe, we've done it before with the little guy in there," Joe said, gesturing to your bump as he reassured you, "It's fine, really."

You shook your head, your hormones suddenly changing their minds. "I was only what, three months pregnant? I was barely showing, and he couldn't hear things. Now, I am really showing, and he can hear us, Joe. Do you really want our son to hear us having sex while he's in here?" You finished, pointing to your baby bump.

Joe laughed, "You- seriously?" You giggled, "Yes, seriously!"

"Y/n, baby, he's going to hear us when he's out of there, so he might as well get used to it now."

You gasped at Joe's words, lightly hitting his chest as both of you chuckled at his joke. He did have a point...but that didn't stop you from feeling guilty, nor did it change your mind at all.

"Maybe we should just wait to do this until after I give birth. I feel guilty if we finish..." You trailed off with a sigh. You looked up at Joe, smiling sadly as you looked into his eyes. He was just as turned on as you were...what a bummer. "I'm sorry, Joey."

Joe chuckled as he picked up your shirt and tossed it to you. "Stop. Don't be sorry." He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before he spoke, " It's fine with me, sweetheart. Whatever makes you the most comfortable."

"Thank you, Joe." You said quietly as a smile tugged at your lips. He was so patient with you and your pregnancy hormones. It meant a lot to you that he was so patient despite the raging hormones and mood swings you were experiencing. You pulled away from Joe, placing a gentle kiss to his lips which he gladly returned. You let out a soft sigh before you spoke, "It's probably a good thing we didn't participate in any...activities."

Joe chuckled at your use of the word "activities".

"Because," you continued, glancing at the clock, "we're supposed to meet Sam for lunch in forty minutes."

Joe's mouth formed a straight line as his shoulders dropped at the mention of your older brothers name. The brother you haven't spoken to since the day of your sister in-laws baby shower. The day that was supposed to be a happy and exciting day, turned into one of the worst day of yours and Joe's lives. Joe didn't want to see Sam, not after all the drama and hurt he caused you both emotionally and physically. Maybe he was being overdramatic, but Joe doesn't think he'll ever forgive Sam for being the reason you could have lost your unborn son.

"Joe," you said his name softly, pulling him out of his thoughts. Joe hummed in response. You noticed how he tensed up and how his jaw clenched at the mention of meeting up with Sam.

"I know you don't want to see him, but I think it would be good for us, all of us to hear what he has to say."

Joe just nodded at your words. You frowned softly as you said the next part, "And as much as I want to stay mad at him for everything he has done to us and our relationship. I really miss my brother."

Joe sighed softly as he snaked an arm around your waist, gently pulling you into him. He didn't want to admit it, but deep down he did miss Sam, too.

"I know," Joe said, "I miss him too."

You smiled sadly and pulled away from Joe, grabbing his hand and slowly leading him out of the kitchen, "Then let's go get ready." Joe nodded and followed you out of the kitchen and upstairs to get ready for lunch with Sam.

It was a day you were both dreading, but you knew it needed to happen sooner rather than later. After hearing how guilty and genuinely sorry he seemed, you realized you needed to let Sam talk and have the opportunity to apologize. You and Joe needed to hear where he was coming from. You may not always agree or get along, but he is your brother. What he did wasn't right, but you can't ignore him forever. While it may take some time and effort from all three of you, Sam does deserve a chance to make things right.

time skip

You and Joe walked into the restaurant you agreed to meet Sam at, both of you simultaneously taking a deep breath as you stepped through the entrance. It wasn't too fancy, just a local sandwich shop in Cincinnati, a place you and the other wags met up at often during the off-season. Sam made sure to have you all meet up when it wasn't super busy since you didn't want to be bombarded by fans. You also didn't want any speculation to start swirling around the league after you were seen sporting a baby bump while out with the star QB...

You knew you wouldn't be able to hide your unborn baby and his fathers identity forever, but you liked what privacy you and Joe had for now. You would tell the world about everything when you were ready, and right now is not that time.

As you walked further into the shop, you saw Sam sitting in a booth, staring intently at his phone. You took another deep breath as you looked at your brother. You could feel your heart race and your palms grow clammy as you realized it was finally time to have that conversation or should you say conversations you've been dreading. You and Joe agreed to go into this day with an open mind, wanting to stay as civil as possible. You’d only get confrontational with Sam he if he got confrontational with the two of you.

Joe could sense you tense up beside him, so he placed a hand on the small of your back, giving your hip a gentle reassuring squeeze. You looked up at him and smiled softly, giving him a small nod before the two of you made your way over to Sam.

As you grew closer to the booth he was sat in, Sam snapped his head up from his phone. His eyes lit up as he saw you and Joe standing in front of him. He didn't think you were going to show up.

Sam stood up, wiping his hands on his shorts and taking a deep breath before he spoke.

"Y/n, Joe," he said, sounding almost relieved to see both of you, "hi."

"Hi Sam," you said softly, giving your older brother a small smile, "it's good to see you." Sam smiled sadly at you, his blue eyes apologetic as he replied sincerely, "It's good to see you too, Y/n/n. I've missed you."

"We've missed you too." Joe answered, making your older brothers eyebrows raise slightly. He wasn't expecting that answer to come from Joe, and neither were you. You briefly looked up at Joe before turning your attention back to Sam, giving him a closed lip smile.

"You want to order some food and maybe get a table outside? It’s pretty nice out, plus it gives us some privacy." You said, voice growing quieter by the end of your suggestion. Your brother and boyfriend nodded, agreeing with what you said. The three of you proceeded to the counter to order your sandwiches before heading outside. After getting your food, Joe chose a table for you to sit at a few feet away from the entrance. Once you were all seated and settled, Sam spoke up.

"So how have you two been?"

"Really good," Joe said, glancing at you with a small smile on his face. You nodded, adding on, "I had an appointment last week, passed my glucose test and baby boy looks great." Sam smiled at that, "Good," he said , "I'm glad to hear that."

You smiled, "Thank you. He had us worried there for a while, but doctor says he's happy and healthy."

Sam's smile faltered slightly at the mention of how your baby's health had you and Joe worried for a bit. It took a lot of reassurance from Emma and the others that it wasn't his fault and scares like that can just happen, but Sam still couldn't help but feel guilty about the whole situation. He put so much stress on you and Joe during those early months, he knew it had to be his fault.

Sam gulped slightly, "Well I’m happy to hear that. You look great by the way, Y/n/n."

Sam's nickname for you made you smile slightly. While he's made you extremely upset and been quite a douche lately, you canto deny that you've missed him so much.

"Thanks Sammy," you replied, your nickname for Sam making him smile this time, “How’s Emma doing?”

“Good, her and baby girl are healthy. Em’s a bit uncomfortable though. Just ready to have the baby,” Sam chuckled, “but I constantly have to remind her she’s still got about eight more weeks left to grow.”

“It’s because she’s growing your big ass baby, Sam. How much more growing could she have left?” Joe said, joking with his best friend, “is she measuring ahead at all?”

Sam chuckled lightly at Joe’s teasing before answering, “Yeah she’s actually measuring two weeks ahead. We’re going in for an ultrasound in two weeks to confirm, but doctor thinks the due date will get moved up.”

“That’s great if it does,” you smiled, “Not only does it save her weeks of discomfort, but your daughter will be here before training camp.” Sam nodded at your words, “Oh yeah,” he agreed, “we’re hoping that’s the case.”

You and Joe nodded in agreement. You’re not at that point in your pregnancy yet where you’re extremely uncomfortable, but you know you’ll be feeling exactly how Emma feels in just a few weeks. For now though, you’re just thankful for how good you feel during the end of your second trimester.

For the next fifteen minutes or so, you, Joe and Sam ate your lunch in a mix of tense, yet comfortable silence while making the occasional small talk. It was obvious the three of you wanted to get into the reason why you’re meeting up today, but nobody seemed to be the one that wanted to bring it up.

You knew Joe wouldn’t bring it up. At all. And you didn’t necessarily want to be the one to start the conversation, but you also didn’t want to avoid the discussion anymore than the three of you already were. Someone just had to “rip off the bandaid” and finally start that conversation…

You wiped the corners of your mouth before folding your napkin in your hand and setting it down on the table. You adjusted your position in the chair you sat in, uncrossing your legs and sitting straight up. You cupped your bump and cleared your throat before speaking up, “I hate to be the one to bring it up…” you trailed off, eyeing the two men sitting with you, “but we do need to talk.”

“Yeah.” Joe sighed, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his fingers through his grown out hair. Sam nodded as he too adjusted his position, “We do.” He confirmed, sighing softly after he spoke. Sam wore an apologetic expression as his eyes darted between you and Joe. He took a deep breath before taking a moment to spill his heart out to both of you. Months of pent up emotions would be spewing out in just a matter of seconds.

“I don’t even know where to begin. I just, I feel terrible. Terrible about how I’ve been treating you two and how I reacted to the baby—your baby. Terrible about what happened the day of Emma’s baby shower. If it wasn’t for me and my outbursts, you guys wouldn’t have almost lost your baby boy that day.” Sam’s voice cracked with emotion as he said the word “baby”.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you listened to Sam’s voice break. Joe brought his hand under the table and placed it on your protruding belly. He started to stroke the bump with his thumb, comforting both himself and you with the reassurance that your son was still safe and sound in your womb.

Sam continued speaking, “And don’t even get me started on the Ohio State situation. I had no right getting in-between the two of you like I did, even if it was for the best.” he sighed softly, as tears began to well in his eyes, “I, god, I feel terrible about everything I’ve done.”

You frowned as you saw how emotional Sam was getting. He did seem like he genuinely felt bad. You wanted to speak, but Sam wasn’t done.

“I understand if you never want to see me again—either of you. I wouldn’t want to see me ever again either if I were you.” Sam wasn’t one to usually show his emotions, but right now he was showing all of his emotions. His chin quivered as he spoke, “I am so, so sorry for all of the shit I’ve done and said to both of you. Not just with the pregnancy, but with your relationship. Neither of you deserve the shit I’ve put you through, and I am so sorry for that. I wish things could go back to how they were before between us. I wish I wasn’t selfish. I wish I wasn’t such an asshole. I wish you two would come back into my life again because…”

You and Joe stayed silent as Sam spewed out his jumbled apology. You were trying to process all the things he was saying to you, while also allowing him to have the chance to get everything off of his chest.

“I love you both so much,” Sam continued, his tone somber, “Y/n/n you’re my baby sister and Joey, we’ve been friends for so long that you’re not just my best friend, you’re my brother. I should’ve never treated you guys the way I did because as long as you’re happy, I should be happy, right?” He sighed once again, taking a moment to think of the right words to say next, “I’m genuinely sorry for the last few months. I’ve been overreacting like crazy, and if you’ll let me, I’d like another chance. I want to make things right.”

You took a deep breath as you took in all of Sam’s words, which was a lot to take in. Joe removed his hand from your bump, bringing it up to his hair. He wet his lips as he ran his fingers through his grown out hair. The air between the three of you was tense as Sam waited anxiously for either you or Joe to respond to him pouring his heart out.

“Sam,” Joe spoke, his voice quiet. Both you and Sam turned your attention to the blonde sitting next to you. “I understand why you reacted the way you did when we told you about the baby. I do, and I forgive you for that. But,” he sighed before continuing, “Why did you do it? If you love us as much as you say you do, if you want us to be happy as much as you say you do, why did you do it?” His voice was full of confusion and pain. You could feel the tears well in your eyes at the sound of Joe’s voice. You knew exactly what he was referring to…and so did Sam.

“I was trying to protect both of you.” Was all Sam said. Joe furrowed his brows and cocked his head to the side, “From what?”

“A lot. Protect Y/n getting her heart broken and losing the one boy she ever truly loved. Protect you from getting stuck at Ohio State and throwing away your whole career for my sister. Joe, I love you man but you and I both know things would’ve ended worse between you two if I hadn’t stepped in.”

“You were protecting us from eachother?” you asked, voice laced with so much confusion and emotion. It didn’t make any sense to you.

“Yes,” Sam confirmed, “I was protecting both of you from eachother.”

“But Why?” You and Joe asked at the same time.

“Because I knew it wasn’t going to work between you two at the time.”

You and Joe both furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “Why?” You asked, genuinely confused. Sam scoffed lightly, “If you’d let me explain, maybe it’ll answer your question.” You and Joe closed your mouths, your silence urging Sam to continue.

“Joe, you were in love with my sister since the day you met her, and Y/n, you couldn’t stop drooling over Joe after I let you spend the night at our apartment for the first time.”

You and Joe both blushed lightly at Sam’s words. Neither of you had realized he knew all along about the infatuation you and Joe had for each other as young adults.

Sam continued, “And as much as you loved each other, I knew it wasn’t going to work out at the time. Joe, if you stayed at Ohio State I doubt you would’ve gotten any playing time until it was too late. I knew for you to achieve your dreams, you had to go to LSU—even if it meant breaking my baby sister’s heart. And Y/n,” Sam turned to you as he spoke, “if Joe would’ve stayed in Ohio he would’ve held you back from getting that internship in Los Angeles that gave you your job for the Bengals. You needed that time away from him and he needed that time away from you.”

You hated to admit it, but Sam did have a point. If Joe would’ve stayed at Ohio State…would you even have your job with the Bengals right now? Better yet, would Joe even have his job with the Bengals? It all started to make sense now…

Sam didn’t make Joe break up with you in college because he didn’t want you two together…

He did it because he wanted you two to find yourselves before finding each other.

“I felt like an ass having that conversation with Joe, acting like I hated the idea of you two dating. I knew it had to be done though for both of you to have the futures you wanted. But, I knew it would all work out for you,” He looked at both you and Joe with a genuine glint in his eyes, “Because you two were so in love that I knew someday you’d find your way back to each other,” Sam smiled softly as he looked between you and Joe, “and look at you now. You’ve got your dream jobs, you’re in a happy relationship, and you’re having a baby. Now you can say I’m wrong all you want, but, it looks like you found your way back to each other after all.”

You glanced over at Joe. The corner of his mouth was pulled up into a slight smirk as he shook his head at Sam.

“Wow,” he said, a light laugh escaping his lips, “You, I don’t even know what to say.”

“You really were looking out for us.” You said, looking back at Sam. He nodded, “Could I have executed it better? Oh yeah. But did it work? I’d say it did.”

You smiled slightly at your brother as tears welled in your eyes. You were overwhelmed by everything Sam had just told you. He knew all along that you and Joe were sneaking around behind his back. He knew how much you and Joe have always loved each other. His actions in college weren’t out of spite against you two, really, he was just looking out for both of you all along. It was hard to stay mad him now, now that you found out the truth behind everything.

You stood up from the you were sitting in, walking over to the other side of the table where Sam sat. He stood up from his chair, and as soon as he was standing you wrapped your arms around him. The two of you hugged tightly in silence for a few moments before you spoke.

“I forgive you Sammy.”

Sam smiled and squeezed you gently. He pulled away from you, turning his attention from you to Joe, who was now standing. You stepped to the side, letting the two have their moment. Joe pulled Sam into a “bro hug”, the two not saying a word, just nodding and slapping the others back the way men do when they hug. After pulling away from each other, the three of you sat back down.

The air amongst you wasn’t as tense as before Things were finally starting to feel normal between the three of you again. You spent the next teeny minutes talking some more, all three of your sharing some more of your feelings. You and Joe both agreed to give Sam a second chance. Your son deserves to have great relationship with his Uncle Sammy.

"Do you guys want to meet Emma and I for dinner next week?" Sam asked before the three of you went your separate ways. You smiled at your brother, your smile only widening as you glanced up at Joe. A content smile was on his face as he nodded at Sam. He didn’t have to say anything. You and Joe both knew that this was his way of beginning to forgive Sam for everything.

"We'd love to."

"Okay, great," Sam replied with a smile, "Jeff Ruby's or Boca at eight?"

"We've never been to Boca." Joe replied for the both of you with a shrug.

"Boca it is then."

After months of you and Joe both not speaking to Sam and being on not-so great terms, after today, it's safe to say things might finally be starting to look the way they did before this mess. While it's still a work in process, you finally had your big brother back in your life and Joe finally had his best friend back in his life.

You both couldn't be happier.

hi loves!!!

omg long time no see, lol. i feel like haven’t updated this in such a long time! (it’s because i actually haven’t😂)

i’ve been dealing with college, writers block, a football funk, and having ZERO motivation to write for this series. it was tough for a while because i loved working on this series over the summer, but something happened (i don’t even know what) and i lost all motivation for this series. maybe it was because football season wasn’t feeling like football season or because i started watching hockey. i don’t really know why, but the good news is, i finally have ALL my motivation back!!🤍

and with joe being out for the rest of the season now, i’ll be keeping up with updates for this series because i know that’ll keep our “joe community” happy while our joey recovers from his injury :)

i apologize if this chapter is all over the place and if the conversation with sam makes absolutely ZERO SENSE. i wrote that at like 4am, plus, i had no clue how to write this chapter. i just knew i needed to get it done and published! the next couple chapters im so excited to write, they’re going to be so sweet🤍

thank you so much for all the love and support you all continue to show me. it means the world to me. thank you for your patience too, i know it’s not always easy waiting months for updates lol. you are all the BEST!😚🫂🤍

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Does he know?

𖤛 Brother's best friend!San 𖤛

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A/N: Hii lovelies, got inspired today while listening to some scary Halloween stories, so here's this little drabble (which is not so little lol.)

Oh, you had a bad feeling. When Jongho, your older brother, came barreling inside your room yesterday evening with an excited grin on his face you just sighed, expecting a half fucked up idea about what the two of you should do over the weekend with your parents absent, but he surprised you with the idea of throwing a party, instead. It really didn’t sound bad. Not at all. Not even a little bit. Besides, he said it would be a smaller get together with his closest friends and perhaps a few other guys from his uni class, so you had no problem with that. Plus, it was Halloween. And a little party never killed nobody. But as you stood by your window right now, curtain pulled slightly to the side to be able to peek out, your face was pulled into a distressed grimace.

“No, Yeri, you don’t understand—” Your words rushed out as the phone was pressed against your ear, “the place is flooded. Okay?! It’s not just Jongho’s friends—it’s his whole fucking university!”

Your best friend giggled annoyingly on the other end of the phone, obviously amused by you overreacting over a small party. It wasn’t small at all, alright?! Your parents would kill you if they were to get home earlier. Jongho informed them of the small get together and they had no problems with it—but this?! Jesus, you were in trouble.

“What are you wearing?” Yeri asked excited, probably grinning. She left on a small trip with her family over the weekend, otherwise, she’d be sitting on your bed and teasing you in person about you freaking out.

“That’s not important—” Your breath hitched a little as you watched two motorcycles pull up in front of your house, rolling up your drive way. You were too lazy to park your cabriolet inside the garage, so the motorcycles were forced to park behind your cherry red car.

“Oh—my—God.” You managed to choke out as Choi San, your brother’s best friend, swung his leg over his very new motorcycle and took the helmet off his head. He ruffled his black hair with his fingers, and the strands fell perfectly back in place, just as it was gelled back seconds ago. Your jaw was on the floor as San placed his helmet on the seat of his motorcycle, turning to face his friend, Seonghwa. Your eyes were glued to San’s outfit, muscles on display through the tight fabric hugging his body.

“Y/N?! Hello—” Yeri’s exasperated huffing finally reached your ears, and brain to be honest, as your eyes fixed on San’s black leather pants.

“Yeri, fuck, I’m going to die tonight.” You mumbled into the phone breathless as San adjusted his leather cropped jacket, which was matching his pants. God, you felt like you were drooling. Which you might have been doing, actually.

“You know I can’t see whatever you’re seeing, right?” Yeri’s voice was amused but slightly annoyed and your eyes widened as San turned and glanced up towards you window as if sensing you were ogling him.

“Sorry, yeah, I—” You speedwalked away from your window, hoping San hadn’t seen you, as you started pacing up and down in your spacious room, “Yeri—San—God.”

There was silence on the other side of the line, that is, until loud laughter almost deafened you, “I know you have the hots for San, but seriously—this much?!”

“You’re not seeing him right now, alright?!” Your voice raised as you joined in on Yeri’s laughter.

“Well, go ahead, I’m all ears—but before that! What are you wearing?” Yeri repeated her question and you giggled as you stopped in front of your full body length mirror. Oh well, what you were wearing, despite it being decent in your opinion, would send your brother into an annoyed rant, his overprotective side, making you change into something else in milliseconds. But it was fine, because tonight, he was preoccupied with his friends and would leave you alone. At least that’s what you hoped for.

“Well, I’m wearing that black leather skirt we bought together last month,” The skirt reached mid-thigh and came up to your belly button, “I have fishnets on too, and—I don’t know, mom gave me this crop top long sleeve blouse thingy she used to wear.” The crop top was burgundy and low-cut, wrapping around your breasts snuggly as the collar of it rested nicely around your shoulders and collarbones. Your stomach was bare and as you weren’t used to dressing like this, it made you feel slightly uncomfortable, but Halloween only happened once a year, you’d survive.

“You have to send me a picture!” Yeri demanded and you hummed, looking around for an accessory to complete the look. Your neck felt too bare, perhaps a black choker would do, “What about your hair?”

“Uh,” You huffed as you walked to your dresser, opening your jewelry box on top of it, “I was lazy, so, a messy ponytail will do.”

“I bet you look hot as fuck,” You rolled your eyes as you grabbed your black choker, “And with San there…Jongho better not cockblock you—”

“Yeri.” You sighed and walked back to your mirror, “Just because I’m into San doesn’t mean he’s into me as well, you know…”

Yeri scoffed and you could have sworn she rolled her eyes too, “I’ve seen the way he looks at you—”

“Okay, enough nonsense.” You cut her off, glancing at the clock. It was almost ten and you could hear the guys setting up the music downstairs, “I’m going to hang up now.”

“Send me a picture!” Yeri exclaimed as you hummed and bid her goodbye, placing your phone on the nightstand. You secured the choker around your neck and then grabbed your phone, posing cutely in front of the mirror to send the picture to Yeri. A loud bang coming from down the hallway made you jump as your thumb pressed against the screen of your phone, but you paid it no mind as you hurried to your door and threw it open. You were about to shout at whoever went inside your parents room, but soon enough Mingi’s pink head poked through the door as Yeosang followed after him, carrying your father’s very expensive speaker set. Oh, you were dying dying when your parents returned home. Your sigh was loud as you shook your head at your brother’s friends and it caught their attention and Yeosang looked sheepish, meanwhile Mingi grinned widely.

“Hi, Y/N!” He greeted excitedly and you nodded with a grin which said ‘I have accepted my fate’ before you went back inside your room, closing your door and leaning against it with a groan. God, you were so going to regret this whole Halloween party idea. But Yeri’s supportive compliments about your outfit did cheer you up a bit.

Two hours barely into the party and you were praying your neighbors wouldn’t call the police on you. The house was full of people, and as if you had turned into your mother, you were standing on the stairs, screaming at whoever tried going upstairs, telling them that it was off-limits, and that if you caught them there again, you’d kick them out. Most people, who you had no idea who they were, seemed to know you and would greet you like ‘Hi, Jongho’s sister’, and some would even bring you drinks, which you refused. You couldn’t trust guys, it was sad, but true. You were resting against the railing of the staircase, leaning over and gaping at a couple as they were furiously making out and leaning dangerously close to your mother’s plant, about to shout at them to stop, when your brother’s face blocked your view of them.

“Here you are!” He exclaimed with a wide grin, “Someone told me there’s an angry chick screaming at anyone who tries going upstairs—I just knew it was you.”

You rolled your eyes as Jongho started laughing, which quickly died out, as he squinted his eyes at your outfit, “Isn’t that too—revealing?”

“You can literally only see my abs, Jongho, what’s revealing about that?” You raised your eyebrows unimpressed at him and he shrugged, taking a sip from his red solo cup.

“I don’t know,” He extended his cup to you, “I’m just not used to seeing you dressed like this, I guess. What are you dressed as, anyways?”

You grabbed the cup and brought it up to your nose, scrunching it when you realized he was drinking Vodka, “I’m a vampire without fangs, because I didn’t have enough money to buy some. You?”

“Nothing, I’m the host.” Jongho deadpanned as you gulped down some of your brother’s drink, somehow expecting him to not dress up as anything, even though this was his party.

“Jongho, seriously—” You slightly gagged at the disgusting taste of his drink before handing him back his drink, “the host is the most important person at a party, of course you should be dressed up!”

“Good thing my little sis dressed up in my place too,” He chuckled and nodded his head towards the kitchen, “stop annoying others and come to the kitchen.”

You rolled your eyes but followed your brother, you were starting to get irritated by the many drunken idiots wanting to go upstairs, perhaps a drink would do good. Jongho waited for you at the end of the stairs and once you were by his side he draped an arm around your shoulders, making you give him a pointed look. It wasn’t a foreign action, but he was only doing it right now to keep guys away from you. Not surprising at all. A few people smiled and waved at you as you made your way through the crowd and you smiled back awkwardly, asking Jongho who they were, and him explaining with a laugh. You also scolded him for throwing a huge party instead of a small get together and he smiled sheepishly, saying he only meant to invite a few friends over but word got out and he couldn’t do much about it. You knew he was lying, but remained silent as you walked inside the kitchen with him and realized all of his good friends were here. San included. Fuck. You gulped and made an effort to avoid looking in his direction as he had abandoned his leather jacket somewhere and the black tank top he wore exposed his deliciously buff arms and wide back. Oh, God, you truly wouldn’t survive tonight. Suddenly you missed standing on the stairs and shouting at others to stay away.

“Y/N! Finally!” Yunho, Jongho’s guitarist friend from their band, greeted you cheerily and ran up to you. Jongho released you and went to grab a red cup, pouring some whiskey in it as it was your favorite. You knew Yunho was going to hug you, but you didn’t expect the tackle and your legs dangling in the air as he twirled you around, making you giggle half scared for your life.

“How much have you had to drink?” You asked once he placed you down and he just shrugged, grabbing his own cup off the counter.

“A lot.” He muttered into your ear before he went back to his previous spot, sitting up on the counter, next to the sink. Mingi was busy showing something on his phone to Wooyoung, who waved when Yunho was twirling you around, meanwhile Yeosang was pouring coke into your cup, laughing with Jongho about something. Seonghwa was busy talking to a girl, smiling sweetly and playing with a strand of her hair, meanwhile Hongjoong was squinting and squatting, filling nine little porcelain cups with a pinkish liquid. He was pouring shots for everyone. You stood awkwardly in your own kitchen as you waited for Jongho to finally give you your drink, when you felt someone’s warmth engulfing you from your right. You gulped and screamed at yourself to remain calm and not blush, the musky scent of your brother’s best friend too familiar. Fuck, why did he have to approach you?!

“Hi,” His voice was deep and your body involuntarily shivered, “I bet you’re hating this whole thing.” Of course he knew you’d hate this whole big party thing, why did San have to know you so well? How did he even know, was the better question.

“Uhm—” Why did your jaw have to hang a little open? Seriously, you hated yourself right now. But San’s sharp eyes were rimmed with black eyeliner, making them even sharper as he gazed deeply into your own eyes as if he was trying to reach deep enough to see your soul. Which might’ve as well left your body at the moment, “San, hi. It’s—big. The party, I mean, yeah, it’s too much—whatever.”

What were you even saying? If San wouldn’t have started grinning like an idiot at your nonsense of an answer, you would’ve started crying. You still wanted to cry but Yeosang’s quiet ‘hey’ caught your attention as he stood next to you and San, handing you your red cup.

“Jongho said you’re allowed to drink only one more when you’re finished with this one.” Yeosang handed you the cup as you huffed.

“Yeah, tell Jongho he can shove it up his ass since he said he’d throw a small party and this is everything but small.” San giggled next to you and you swore Heaven was calling you as the sound made tons of butterflies erupt in your stomach. Should you really drink with San here? Whatever, fuck it, you took a big gulp of your drink and smiled at the sweet taste of it. Yeosang and Jongho always knew how to mix your drinks. Yeosang just winked before walking back to Jongho, leaving you standing next to San, feeling awkward again. Now it was because you had no idea what to say to him. Seriously, what could you ask him about at a Halloween party? You took a peek in his direction, and almost jumped when you realized he was already looking at you, but his eyes weren’t on your face but on your body. Specifically, legs. Your whole face flushed and you quickly took another gulp of you drink as you tried not to choke at the thought of San checking you out. What kind of fever dream was this?

“Let me guess,” You heard San saying, and you did choke this time, making Jongho glance your way with his eyes squinting at you, “You’re a vampire?”

Once you managed to calm your coughing, you looked at him, more than sure that your whole face was red, “Yeah, without the fangs…and what are you?”

“Ghost rider, without the fire.” You started giggling, it sounded really awful to your own ears, but it made San smile too and suddenly those damn butterflies were back. You could swear you heard him muttering ‘cute’ to himself, but Wooyoung’s witchy laughter echoed around the kitchen and you looked his way, wondering what was so funny. By the look on Hongjoong’s face it was probably nothing funny, Wooyoung just had a death wish.

“Shut up, idiot.” Hongjoong went to place his palm against Wooyoung’s mouth to shut him up, but he escaped and raced towards you, hiding behind you as he knew Hongjoong quite liked you and wouldn’t try to deck him as long as you’re standing in front of him.

“Can we just drink those shots?” Wooyoung whined from behind you and Hongjoong gave him one last scrutinizing look before he went back to the counter and clapped his hands together.

“Shots are ready!” He grinned and the boys approached the counter, excitement showing in their eyes as they all watched the pink liquid, Mingi leaning close to sniff it before Yunho pulled him backwards and shook his head at his best friend. You were just about to walk over, Hongjoong having made eye contact with you with a smile signaling the ninth cup was for you, when San grabbed your forearm and gently pulled you towards the counter. Your whole body went stiff and you focused on gripping your red cup, afraid that it would slip from your grip. God, why did your legs feel like jelly all of a sudden? He just grabbed you, for fuck’s sake, it wasn’t that serious. He did that to many others, you really needed to get out of your head. Everyone grabbed a shot, San’s grip was still on you and your hand slightly shook as you grabbed your own cup, and then Hongjoong raised his high. Everyone extended theirs, you were struggling a bit as you were further from the group, but San pulled you closer and you positively fell into his side, brain shutting down for a few seconds.

“Cheers!” Everyone shouted loudly but you could only mumble as San turned to face you with the cutest, warmest, sweetest smile of all times before he downed his shot, never breaking eye contact. Oh, for God’s sake you truly were about to pass out as your trembling hand raised to your mouth, throwing the shot back, not quite expecting the sour taste of the pink liquid as you cringed. Hongjoong saw and chuckled, grabbing your empty cup before gathering the other ones too. Jongho had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he clapped his hands together, asking for attention.

“Seonghwa and I made a bonfire in the backyard, everyone’s welcomed to share scary stories for the next hour.” Mingi and Yunho shared a smirk as they raced outside, their tall bodies crashing almost into everyone as they made it a race as to who got there first. Wooyoung’s arm around your shoulder made you jump as he started pulling you after him, San’s grip from your forearm disappearing.

“Wanna tell that story which happened like two weeks ago?” Wooyoung asked excited, pushing the door open for you.

“I’m pretty sure it was just a cat, Wooyoung…” You trailed off, still getting goosebumps from that day. Wooyoung tsked and shook his head as he walked the two of you to the empty log at the bonfire, pushing you down to sit.

“If it truly were a cat, we would’ve seen it, Y/N.” He wasn’t wrong about that, but to be honest, it still freaked you out so you hoped he’d leave you alone. The log wasn’t too big and soon Jongho joined the two of you, handing you a blanket from your parent’s room, you thanked him with a smile. His good friends all made themselves comfortable around the bonfire, a few strangers joining the nine of you as Yunho was the first one to start, with Mingi adding some information here and there, making sound effects with his mouth which only made everyone either laugh or cringe, despite his attempts to make it scary.

You weren’t dressed accordingly for the late October, early November weather, so you quickly left the bonfire, of course, only after Wooyoung told his story and kept you there to vouch for the authenticity of it. You made yourself another drink while you were downstairs and even joined in the dancing in the living room, thankful that Jongho had pushed the sofa aside for more space. You got quickly bored of that too as the played music wasn’t really your thing, so you went back to the stairs and screamed at anyone who wanted to go upstairs. At some point you had to pee as you had finished your second cup of whiskey coke and opted for the bathroom upstairs, scared that you’d walk in on some horny university students in the downstairs bathroom. Jongho would be cleaning that bathroom, not you, that was certain. The upstairs bathroom was just across the stairs so you didn’t have to do much walking, you weren’t drunk, but your legs felt a little jittery and you knew the alcohol would soon kick in. You didn’t drink much, so you knew it wouldn’t be anything serious, but you also felt like changing into your fuzzy pjs and playing some games on your PC before going to sleep. As you washed your hands you nodded to yourself, having agreed to that idea, and left the bathroom quickly. Barely few steps away from the door, you heard footsteps behind you and when you glanced back, two Ghostfaces were charging towards you, making you shriek as you took off down the corridor, slapping their hand away when they reached for your middle. You knew these were just stupid guys playing a prank on you, but those movies have seriously scarred you, and you blamed Jongho for letting you watch it at a fragile age. You yelped again as one of them popped their head next to yours, giggling deeply, making you realize who it was. However, you had no intention of stopping before you reached your room, but as you grabbed the doorknob, you were swept off your feet and twirled around again, making you curse loudly as your head became hazy.

“Jeong Yunho!” You screamed and slapped the arm holding you, “Song Mingi!”

The two boys erupted into laughter and Yunho lowered you as you swung around and punched his middle, making his laughter turn into coughs, making Mingi laugh even louder. But you were soon facing him and trying to punch him too, but he was quick on his feet and dodging your frail attacks skillfully.

“You two are assholes!” You huffed once you realized you couldn’t get Mingi and he just chuckled, pulling the mask off his face, “You know I’m scared shitless of Ghostface!”

“We know.” Mingi giggled as you glared at him before turning around and glaring at the other culprit too. Yunho was still rubbing his stomach, cheeks flushed from the alcohol, mask clutched in his hand.

“Told you it would be funny scaring her.” Yunho told Mingi and you shook your head, flipping the two giants off as you grabbed your doorknob.

“I’ll tell Jongho you two keep bullying me—” You smirked when Mingi’s eyes widened and Yunho stopped looking so amused, “And then I’ll be the one laughing and having fun.”

“Don’t do that!” Mingi whined as you narrowed your eyes at him, but didn’t say anything, just pushed the door to your room open, watching Yunho pout at you before you closed the door in their faces, darkness enveloping you. You sighed and leaned against your door for a second, waiting for your heartbeat to return to its normal rhythm. That didn’t last for long, however, as you turned around and caught glimpse of the dark shadow standing by your desk, making you shriek again and grab your phone off your nightstand. It probably wasn’t a smart weapon of choice, but you chucked it towards the shadow, slightly thankful when they caught it, confirming that it wasn’t an actual ghost. Until it dawned on you that someone was in your room and you were about to bolt, but the lamp on your desk was flicked on. Your mouth dropped open for the nth time as you watched San, who was pressing a hand against his lips to muffle his giggles. That is, until he lowered it and the endearing sound overtook your room, butterflies back in your stomach.

��Yah! Choi San!” You exclaimed, storming over and grabbing your phone from his hand, “That wasn’t funny! I nearly had a heart attack when I realized someone was standing in my room! What if you were a creep?!”

San’s giggles died down as his eyebrows furrowed, the weight of your words getting to him. He had quite the intimidating aura at times, when his face was expressionless and his sharp eyes stared you down, and that’s exactly how he was looking at you right now. You knew him well enough to know he wasn’t scary or mal-intended, but your heart picked up again as you watched him for longer. He became serious all of a sudden. The eyeliner got a little bit smudged under his eyes and it added only depth to his mesmerizing eyes under the golden hue of your lamp.

“I would’ve beaten up the creep then.” You puffed and rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, okay, big boy.” You muttered more to yourself, not taking San too seriously and he seemed offended.

“No, I’m serious!” He exclaimed and approached you, a head taller. You looked up and cursed yourself for blushing, his scent enveloping you. Oh, no, the alcohol was getting to you as your eyes could only focus on his lips. This was bad.

“You know you can seek for my help at all times, Y/N?” Yeah, his words were sweet and comforting, but your eyes took in the redness of his plump lips, the curve of it. How would he taste, was the first question that came to mind and you almost gasped at yourself. Oh, man, were you really this far gone for him? Jongho would’ve choked you out by now if he could read your mind. Damn him and his inhumane strength which he seemed to inherit from your grandpa, that man was lifting the heaviest things at the age of seventy without a care in the world or any consequences.

“Yeah, uh—” Wait, what did San just say? Oh, yes, about going to him when you needed help—wait, what? Really? “That’s—uh—sweet. Yeah, thanks.”

You promised you were better at conversations, but San…San just had this effect on you where your brain turned into mush and suddenly you were just simply dumb. San’s lips pulled into a grin and you forced yourself to keep your eyes on his forehead or eyes, and not on his lips.

“I never got to tell you, but your outfit is cute.” Yeah, screw it, your whole face flamed at the compliment, “It almost made me think you matched me on purpose when you sent me that cute mirror selfie.”

Sent him…what? Matching—who was matching? Oh, the leather skirt and his leather pants, yeah, what a coincidence. Wait—sent him a selfie?!

“I sent you a selfie?!” You exclaimed without meaning to, eyes wide as you watched San take his phone out of his pocket, unlocking his phone. Your days were numbered. You wouldn’t be alive for too long, you have concluded, if he showed you what you feared he was about to show you. No, please don’t be it—you bit your lower lip when San turned his phone around, the selfie you intended to send to Yeri only winking back at you from San’s phone. He chuckled and turned the phone back towards himself, looking at the selfie and shaking his head.

“I figured you sent it by accident,” San spoke up, pocketing his phone, “but I had a flicker of hope in me that it wasn’t an accident, after all.”

“What?” You were gaping at him like a fish, it must’ve looked hilarious, but San didn’t look amused as he stepped closer, his boots hitting yours.

“You’re really cute, you know that?” You shook your head no, on the verge of fainting if San were to compliment you once again, “And I mean that in a…I like you, you’re cute, way.”

Stop. Rewind. Did he…just…say that? I like you?! The longer you looked at him expressionless as a deep flush invaded your cheeks, the longer San had to fight off the need to grab you and kiss you.

“You like me?” You managed to ask once your brain tried to work again.

“Yes.”

“You want to date me kind of like me?”

“Yes.”

“Does Jongho know?”

“He’s the one who encouraged me to go for it.”

“He would never.”

“Okay, maybe he didn’t encourage me—but he never said I wasn’t allowed to pursue his little sister…”

“You’re fucking with me right now, Choi San.”

“No, I’m not.”

Oh, boy, perhaps your body has finally given up as you felt your knees buckle underneath you slightly, but San didn’t notice as you huffed and held the bridge of your nose.

“Are your slaps as painful as Jongho’s?”

“More painful.” You muttered and San pouted, making your heart beat even faster than it already was.

“Fuck, then I hope I never make you mad.” San chuckled and you bit your lower lip.

“Are you asking me out right now?” If he said yes, you would faint.

“Yes.” Fuck. Why was he smiling so cutely at you? Did he want to kill you? Your parents wouldn’t even get the chance to do it at this rate.

“Okay, let’s date.” Your mouth was saying things on its own accord, because your brain stopped working a long time ago.

“I knew you liked me.” San giggled and his arms went around your middle as he pulled you into a hug, pressing his chin on top of your head. Why was he so warm?

“I don’t like you.”

“Mhm.”

Okay, maybe he was right. Okay, he was right. You liked him. Painfully much. And as you hugged him back, you were positive he could hear and feel your heartbeat in your chest by the fervor it was thumping with. Lips pressed against your forehead, and now you were positive you were about to pass out as you cursed silently, making San shake with laughter as heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway outside, headed towards your room. Shit, Jongho was coming.

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likedovesinthewindd · 1 year

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...peter parker with a popular gf who loves pda

yes yes yes

peter parker x fem!reader

warning: description of displays of affection

wc: ±680

a/n: idk how american school timetables work so apologies if that is inaccurate, i also switch between 2nd and 3rd person the whole time lol sorry.

The school hallways always found a way to be ungodly busy and full of children at any time during the day. You clung to the straps of your backpack as you tried to maneuver your way through the hoards of kids, searching for your boyfriend.

You hadn't been able to see him all weekend, your schedule jam-packed with activities ranging from studying to practicing, even babysitting. Peter himself was busy studying for an upcoming test, so that left no time for your weekly meet-ups at one or the other's house.

You knew Peter usually stood by his locker in the mornings, and you exhaled a sigh of relief when you saw the all too familiar head of brown hair sticking out from behind the locker door. "Peter!" you shouted and he peeked from behind the locker's door warily. He smiled when he saw you approaching and before he even had time to register, you had reached him, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck in a bone crushing embrace.

"I missed you," you spoke into his neck, and your warm breath tickled the area. "Missed you too," he said genuinely. He really did miss you; he was so used to you always being around, and the weekend without you had been boring and excruciatingly long.

You pulled away from the hug, your arms still wrapped around his neck as you moved closer to him once more to plant a kiss on his lips. It was quite chaste, but a few students still turned their heads to your direction to gauge the interaction.

Peter was a little shocked at your very public display of affection, but he had gotten used to it since the two of you started dating. Your love language was physical touch, and it also didn't help that you were absolutely smitten with your boyfriend. You loved being around him, holding him and kissing him and just having him with you.

You'd been scared at first that your actions were a bit too much for him, but he reassured you that had he didn't mind it. Sure, it was strange to all of a sudden have someone so affectionate around him—towards him, but he loved it when you doted on him, showing him your unabashed adoration and love.

You pulled away from the kiss, dopey smile plastered onto your features. "What do you have now?" you asked quietly. "What? Oh! I uhm— Biology. I have Biology now." he spoke, mind still a little jumbled from the kiss. "I have History," you huffed. "Walk with me?"

Peter nodded, and you smiled, retracting your arms from around his neck and placing one of your hands in his, interlacing your fingers. He walked you to class, steadily holding your hand as you walked through the hallways. When you arrived at your class, you gave him one last kiss (on the cheek this time) before making your way inside, leaving him standing outside your class with pink ears and a dopey smile.

BONUS: i wanted to add some random thoughts bc I'm too lazy to write everything out in a whole fic lol.

ꕤ the two of you are alwayss holding hands.

ꕤ you see that thing where a guy walks with their hand in their gf's pants pockets? well peter's gf does that to him when they're walking. (lmao just imagine)

ꕤ the two of you eating lunch/going out? you share food with each other like always. it's like here have some of my fries then you try a piece of my sandwich.

ꕤ you and peter take the subway alot, and you'll share wired earphones or he'll read quietly along with you when you bring a book along. also let's you sleep on his shoulder when the two are making your way home and you're tired.

ꕤ you're always fixing his clothes bc the boy's always messy. fixing buttons on his shirt and fixing his bedhead or even patching up the countless jeans he's ripped when skating.

ꕤ with popularity ofc comes a lot of parties, and best believe you're dragging peter to every one, showing him off as your pretty, smart boyfriend:') so that everyone knows you're taken, and also so that no girl try their luck.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker x you #peter parker oneshot #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #spiderman fic #peter parker x fem!reader #likedovesinthewindd

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 7 months

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When He Has Wealth And Riches

@/igorcampbell out here making amazing art that keeps inspiring me bvfbhifbv im sorry to be spamming you lol

Based on this post I wrote who versions of a fic

First Rating: Teen | warnings: none

Second Rating: Mature | Warning: prostitution

You arrived at the dinner reservation first, usually, Norton always is here first but not this time.

You go ahead to the arranged seating in the far back away from the view of most of the restaurants. That is kinda strange but okay, something different, maybe this is more romantic? The lighting is more romantic with red hues.

You just drink water for now, fix your makeup anxiously, and then play with the napkin. Oh, maybe this is too much, this place looks expensive… You never mind the local dates he would take you, in fact, you like those as it feels more personal. You feel watched here, judged, you know that is your anxiety talking but still.

You kinda want to go home.

“Aren't you look especially beautiful tonight?”

You perk up at the sound of his voice then look shocked at his outfit, “Norton?”

“What? Surprised I cleaned up well?” The outfit makes him look like a completely different person, which granted, you noticed he changed after coming back from Golden Cave. Things started looking up for Norton Campbell and he wants to share that with you.

Sliding beside you in the booth, he grins, “Sorry about the wait, I needed to put my best face on.”

“You look very handsome.” The claws are an interesting touch, “This place is different from the other place. Are you sure this is okay?”

He laughs low and smooth, “Pft, this place could barely make a dent in my pocket.” He taps the menu, “Order anything you want.”

You pick up the menu and then stare at it while is looking at you with a coy smile and his eyes wandering your handsome face.

“Norton?”

“Yeah?”

“I can't read Italian.”

“...”

Long story short: you did order something. It was small and tasty but not worth the price Norton had to pay for it along with the wine he drank most of (he did not seem to care though), but he did take you back to the old spot he used to take you for a better meal.

End

The money is a case, tossed on the table with a loud clack as it busted open and money flies out and falls all over the floor. You get up from your position on the bed that was lazy and not bothered by him bargaining unannounced. The toss of the suitcase did make you jump though.

“Campbell?” Kneeling and picking up the wrapped stacks of American hundred dollar bills, “How in the hell?!” You look at him and the most arrogant grin on his face, as if he won the game of cat and mouse between you both. “Norton, please tell me you didn't rob a bank just because I fucked you good.” Rolling your eyes.

“Ha, you're good but you aren't worth prison.”

You let out a sigh of relief, “Thank god,” Sitting on the foot of the bed, “You'll be surprised what I heard people will do for another night of pleasure.” But you are still confused by the case of money, “What is all this for though?”

“I’m buying you out.”

You raise an eyebrow then laugh at him, “Norton, I told you already: you can buy me for as many nights as you want but I work here.”

“And I giving you a way out of this line of work.” Crossing his arms.

“‘Giving?’ That’s a rather strong word coming from you, Campbell.” Crossing your arms, “So let me rephrase that statement for you,” Clearing your throat as you then mock his voice, “I’m buying you to keep you out of the hands of other men.”

The grin is not faltering on his face, “I have the means and you always said diamond and money would be the only way to keep you,” He gestures to the money with one hand, “The money,” His other hand pulls out a diamond tear style necklace from his pocket, “The diamonds.”

“Norton,” Standing you awestruck by what you are seeing, “H-how? Norton, please, what did you-- My God, those are beautiful!” Walking past the table to him to touch the necklace. It is everything you imagined, shining in the light and cold to the touch, “Are these for me?”

“Of course they are! But…” Pulling them slightly away, “Only if you agree to be mine.” Serious in tone and expression.

“Of course! Anything! You have me!” Agreeing without thinking. This means freedom, money, and diamonds. You can be taken care of without worry! You know he is obsessed with you, miners get like that with pretty things but he kept to his word about getting you out of here. No more cat house, no more clients, no more wishful dreams. You will have a new cage and leash but will be in a proper luxury and your leash made of diamonds.

End

#idv #idv x you #idv reader insert #idv x reader #idv prospector #reader insert #ao3 fanfic #norton campbell #norton campbell x reader #norton campbell x you #identity v x you #identity v x reader #idv norton #identity v

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fushiguwu · 1 month

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you look so lonely in here. getou suguru

CHAPTER 2 from the Summer Fever's serie!

warnings: this is just a silly short chapter to give context to the next one, nothing really happens. reader smokes weed, gojo's stupid ass being stupid, mimiko and nanako appears.

words: 1.1k

a/n: sorry bout the lazy dividers lol

MINORS DNI!

Actually, you don’t even remember getting home that night, waking up in your bed still dressed as yesterday and the makeup glued to your face and pillow. Suguru now looked like a blur in the dark— you really did drink too much. What did he look like again? You don’t remember quite well, unless for his tender voice echoing in your head randomly through the day. All the things he said to you, rounding your thoughts when you least expected, the whole time. As the week passed by, you kept yourself busy doing absolutely nothing at all by the pool, just enjoying the privilege of uselessly on summer break, and trying your very hard not to think about the charming mysterious man you accidentally met a few days before.

And when you start to think it was all too good to be true, there’s Gojo appearing like some kind of haunting ghost in the seat right next to you, with his bright smile. Your eyes even ached behind the sunglasses.

“You look so lonely in here, you know?”

“Is that so?” you weren’t bothered by the loneliness at all.

“Yes! I don’t want you to spend your summer all alone by the pool, looking like a depressed teenager in an indie french movie…” Wow. That was specific. “So I’ve called out my friend who has daughters your age and he’s bringing them here today”. What the actual fuck?

“Gojo, I ain't no child, what the hell are you thinking? Just because we have the same age we’re becoming friends, like in middle school?” you were really pissed off. Who does he think he is, some kind of supernanny? Oh, you seem to have no friends, take these twenty year old girls and be happy?

“Hum, yes. Pretty much it. Good luck, there’s no coming back, they’re actually coming up right now”. Nice, you thought, as hurried up to your room to take a bath and look as presentable as you could. You didn’t quite enjoy visitors, but would do it for Gojo’s starving-for-stepdad-duties ass.

And they came: Mimiko and Nanako, his friend’s daughters. They looked kind of familiar, but you couldn't remember where you’ve met them before. You didn’t know what to do, to talk about, to act like. They must’ve come out of pity. Oh, poor girl, spent her last couple years out of the country and lost all her friends. Let's pay her a visit to make dad happy. Or something like that. The three of you were sitting by the pool, as Gojo hid himself behind the door to spy on you and make sure you’re making new friends. That’s when one of them, who you think is Nanako, finally breaks down the growing tension between the –four of you..

“Do you wanna smoke some weed?” She would whisper. Your eyes shined. Gojo couldn't know about it, so you looked behind to see him pretending to fix something in the door step. You were almost sure he didn’t hear what Nanako said, but your poker face was beyond obvious towards him.

“Yeah, but we gotta head to my room”

You expected a lot of things, but definitely not this. Are you complaining? Definitely not, too. So the two girls go up to your room with you, excluding the fourth intruder, who was left in the living room, looking proud of himself. Yes! You were making friends! With his friend’s daughters! What a victory for a stepdad. His duty was fulfilled. Cheers to Gojo, the best stepdad in town!

You don’t remember exactly what you guys were laughing about, but it was probably your third blunt hitting.

“What do you mean your dad doesn't know you guys smoke? We’re gonna get into some real problems here if Satoru opens that door”. It just made Mimiko and Nanako laugh more.

“Hey, what are you guys laughing at? I’m serious!” You couldn’t help but laugh too, even though you were really talking seriously.

Your room’s door was closed, but not locked. The three of you were sitting on your bed, just beside the opened window that gave a full view of the closed suburban neighborhood outside. The sky darkened in different shades of orange as the sun was setting in front of you. You didn’t expect it to come like this, though; to have such a good time with your stepdad friend’s daughters. Or perhaps it was just the drug effect. Either way, you felt good.

“He doesn’t know, but it doesn’t mean he prohibits us, too, u know? We’re not lying, just omitting.” says Mimiko. Mimiko, Nanako, these names didn’t seem strange, you knew it. Suddenly, a snap activates the memory in your brain.

“Weren’t you at my moms wedding, two years ago? I mean, her wedding with Gojo.” They look at each other trying to remember, then their faces show the same snap you just did.

“Yes! Oh my god, yes! How could I forget?” Nanako starts “We were there! It was beautiful. Dad couldn’t go. He had, hum, work to do, I guess. Gojo-san got really upset, though.”

“I see…” suddenly, there’s something weird in the atmosphere again. You weren't so sure if you wanted to know about his work. Or about him, at all. And when you were about to change topics, a huge car just stopped by your house and got all the attention in the room. It didn't take long for the car to honk loudly.

“Dang it, dad got here too soon” Mimiko seemed genuinely upset as she looked down the window, hiding the blunt away. Nanako sighed out. A loud horn is heard again. “We’re coming!” They scream for him out of the window. You get up and lend them a perfume to cover up the weed smell. You didn’t get to the door with them, as observed through your window the girls getting into the car. You see Gojo waving for his friend from the sidewalk, and Mimiko and Nanako waving for you from the car’s window. You wave back, as finish the blunt left behind. From the window you followed the car leaving, not once seeing Geto’s face

Nanako texted you late that night about Mimiko’s upcoming surprise birthday party this weekend. You did listen to Gojo talk about it the night you got to the bar with Nobara, you just didn't know who they were yet. And then, you thought of Suguru again, after a whole day of distractions. You bit your lip remembering his eyes on you, putting your hands in your throat and squeezing it, imagining it was his instead. Your mouth and feets start to tingle from the marijuana effect, a hot spread up your body and you wonder if maybe you should get some sleep before it gets out of hand.

#geto smut #geto x reader #getou smut #getou suguru x reader #suguru smut #jujutsu smut #getou fanfic #geto fanfic #jujutsu fanfic #gojo fanfic

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tadpoles-and-daydreams · 5 months

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Hey there! Hekate has pointed me toward your blog and I just wanted to say hi 💞

I do have a question though, have you ever had deities help you with motivation and executive functioning skills? I've got ADHD and the "laziness"(🤢) or what I call "going slug mode" (staying in bed all day, no motivation to shower, etc) really commands my life.

My periods of deity work tend to coincide with my periods of productivity and energy, but I often fall off when, well, everything else falls off. So I guess I'm also looking for advice or at least to connect with someone who's had similar experiences.

(I've also connected with Aphrodite and Loki! Other gods I've worked with in the past are Mother Hathor and Brigid)

First off, I may or may not have had so many feelings upon seeing "Hekate has pointed me towards your blog" because the idea that my blog can be useful enough that a deity would go "go look at what that dude has to say" just brings me so much joy.

Second off, OH THIS IS ABSOLUTELY SOMETHING I SHOULD SCREAM ABOUT THANK YOU. I can't believe I haven't already made a post about this!!

I, too, am an ADHD motherfucker and I have always had so many issues with keeping up with my craft. I will absolutely be calling it "slug mode" from now on, that's the best fucking way to put it. I've had deities help me with executive function at times, but if I'm honest I've forgotten lately that I can ask them for help with that. More often than not it looks more like nudging me towards a task than giving me the energy- but that doesn't mean you can't ask! It just means I forgot I could, lol.

This is gonna be a chonker post, so I'm breaking this post up into two parts; 1, why accepting "falling off" was the best thing I could have done for myself and 2, how to still connect with your craft (and deities) through those times anyway.

So for one, you're not broken or a failure, and your deities fuckin' love you.

Call me philosophical, but hear me out; I've always worked in cycles. Cycles of insane productivity, cycles of tiredness, cycles of hyperfixation on one thing, then another, then another. I'm just someone who works that way, and I've always viewed it as a problem to be fixed. I've always viewed MYSELF as a problem to be fixed, which really started with the school system but that's an unrelated rant. So, apologies for getting a bit intense especially since this may not apply to you personally, but just in case:

You're not a problem. You don't need to fix yourself. The world works in cycles. Seasons, reincarnation if you subscribe to that belief, the water cycle, and a billion other things I've forgotten- working with cycles is just a natural way of going about life that I think shouldn't be forgotten. I have intense periods of growth in my craft, and I have periods where I don't do much and instead play my favorite video game for eight hours straight- and that's okay! One of the best things I did for myself and my craft was give myself permission to do that. I, and you, are not failures as witches for "falling off" and our deities love us anyway. Not in spite of it, either, because of it. They know how to work with the cyclic nature of things; people are no different.

So honestly, there's a chance that none of this will make sense to you- but there's a chance that you, and maybe others seeing this post, might find that giving yourself permission to go through cycles might be the best thing you could do.

Okay, now that I've yelled about that, here's ways that I keep myself connected to my craft and my deities during my less witchy periods.

I give myself permission to use witchcraft for "dumb shit." I have at least one post on this, but witchcraft can BE childish, playful, "dumb-" it doesn't need to be serious all the time. So I'm learning to let go of what I think it should look like and recognize that sometimes the way to stay connected is to lay in bed and draw a sigil on my phone as a mini-spell to manifest a nice little treat or a thing I want in a video game.

This isn't deity work, but it had been huge for me: SIGILS. Sigils my beloved. I don't often have the time, energy, or supplies to do what most people think of when they talk about spells. So instead, if I'm feeling like I could do a spell for something but that's just too much, sigils can be done on my phone or computer while just chilling. Also, if you're like me and a writer, I just write spells too. Literally the same way I write statements for sigils, but a bunch of 'em.

Personally I just talk to my deities. I would like to do this more, actually. You don't need to have a big reason for calling them in, just ask them to sit with you and talk about your day or infodump about a special interest. They're not going to deem it unimportant; you're important to them.

Turn anything into a devotional activity if you want. Any self-care. Not just the typical stuff; I mean food, meds, literally any sort of "maintenance" to keep your body and mind running! If you can't do those, play music you associate with them, or watch a show/play a game and invite them to just sit with you. Whatever you're already doing, you can just ask them to do it with you. If that's literally just laying in bed doing nothing but feeling crappy, I can assure you I've asked them to sit with me during those days too and they've been more than happy.

Literally most of my offerings are just random food. As we speak, I have a little tiny thing with a few sips of soda because I give Loki some when I drink some. If you don't have the time or energy to put it on the altar, literally just drink it with the intention that you're drinking it "for" them. When I did a reading and Kali visited for it, she asked for a graham cracker of all things. It doesn't have to be associated with them. Virtual offerings too! If you can, I've seen people just scroll through pinterest/google images and pick images to offer to their deities.

This might not be something you struggle with, but this is definitely something I would need someone to tell me so: ASK. PLEASE. ASK FOR THINGS. They're not going to riot if you ask for things!! Let them help!! Ask for things, unapologetically if you can muster it!!! I am using excessive exclamation marks for a reason, I swear. My deities are in a constant state of telling me to just ask for things.

Be gentle with yourself. Genuinely, I think one of the best ways to honor your deities doesn't even require them to be there at all; just try not to hate on yourself for being the way you are, because they wouldn't want you to.

Overall, my only advice is just... throw away what you "should" be doing and find out what you LIKE doing. What works for you? It's a hard question to answer, but it gets a lot easier when you start looking away from what "should" work. Your deities are working with you, they wouldn't be working with you if they didn't accept every single part of you. That includes slug mode.

As always, my DM's and asks are open if you have any more questions/just want to connect because being a neurodivergent witch sometimes just feels isolating at times! If you actually read this whole post thank you, I hope some of it helped!!

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historicfailure · 4 months

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You're trying - trying to survive, keeping your head up, moving forward. And Kakashi seems to do the same. Somehow. Still, how the fuck does he manage to annoy you this much?

~ X ~

Sorry for the long wait! I'm really, really trying. Somehow like the character in this fic lol

TLDR: I know how to write the story, having the energy and time to write it is on a whooooole different page. I have some chapters pre-written now, I will throw them out sporadically etc but no promises.

Anyway, thanks for maybe staying with this fic for so long and hope you guys have fun with this chapter!

~ X ~

“Fuuuuck…” Your eyes were burning. More and more letters blurred together into ugly blobs on your screen the longer you looked at them, but you couldn’t just stop now. Just a few more questions, then you could wrap up the questionnaire and be done for today. Nevermind that it was already way past your usual hours. The evening sun didn’t make things easier: The orange light filtering through the blinds easily and directly onto the screen. With a low sigh, you leaned back into your chair, let your head tip backwards and stretched your back. Bones cracked loudly, making you sigh again, though this time in relief at the tension fading away in your entire body. More bones popped loudly as you stretched, yawning and moving like a lazy cat, your back arched and balancing yourself in your chair.

A few steps away from your desk were in order. Definitely. As you stood up, you could look around and groaned loudly.

“Seriously?” There was no one else on the floor left. All the desks were empty, PCs shut off and lights shut down. One look at a nearby clock made you wince. Fuck. It was closing in on 8PM, nearly three hours after you usually left for the day.

Your eyes wandered to the doors leading towards freedom, fresh air and a good night full of sleep. Potentially a quick meal as well. Right on cue, your stomach rumbled, loudly demanding anything to fill it, preferably something fatty and hearty.

“Well, that was clear.”

“Holy-!” You flinched around, one hand flying to your chest. “Fuck, you can’t just-!”

“Sneak up on people?” Kakashi sounded annoyingly unapologetically. The creases around his eyes deepend by a notch. “Yeah, so I have been told a few times.”

“Then why don’t you listen?”

He shrugged. “It’s too much fun seeing the reactions.”

“Oh, you-!” Just barely, you bit your tongue. Nothing you could say would affect him or change his behavior in any way possible. Better to save your energy for the task you still had to complete. “Fine. At least I’m awake now.”

“To do what?” Kakashi nodded at your PC. “Work more? While I can hear your stomach grumble from here?”

“Not much of a choice. The questionnaire is nearly done. I just want to get this over with, then it’s at least,” you rolled your eyes at the screen, glaring as you did so, “done for today.”

“True that, true that.” He nodded slowly. “Then maybe, this will help.”

Only now, you noticed the small white plastic bag in his hand. He placed the bag on your table, eyes fixed on your face and with the small creases around them still in place. “Tadaa.”

“What is that”, you asked as you were already stepping closer, “some kind of bribe attempt?”

“Possibly. Is it working?”

“Depends on the bribe.” Cautiously, you pulled the plastic away to reveal white paper, made to hold together food. “Say, what did you get me?”

“Maybe, if you would stop treating some food like I hid a bomb in there, you could find out yourself.”

“Or you could just tell me.” Despite your words, you picked the mystery food out of the bag and started to unfold the waxy paper. The instant you saw some luscious green and the bright red of a tomato peek through the white, you knew what Kakashi had purchased. “You went back to the café?”

Kakashi hummed lowly. “Yup. Saw you sitting here still when I wanted to go out myself, and thought you could use some food. I even asked you, but you were so out of it you didn’t even react.”

You winced. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. It has been… a long day and I wanted to get this done.”

“Hey, I get it.” His hands rose before they dropped back to his sides, hands sneaking in the pockets of his pants. “Sometimes, work is just swallowing you whole. Hard to tear yourself away.”

“Yeah.” Carefully, you freed the BLT-sandwich from the paper, until you could take a first cautious bite. It was just as delicious as you remembered from yesterday. “Fuck, this is great. Thank you.”

“No problem.” Kakashi still smiled as you took bite after bite from the sandwich. “Just wanted to make sure you’re not devouring the table or something.”

“Because Kushina would have to replace it?”

“Something like that.” He paused for a moment, before pulling out Kurenai’s chair and sitting down. It looked like he wanted to get comfy and stay for a bit longer, and now as you had a bit of food, you were more than willing to allow him that. “How are you doing?”

Between bites, you thought for a moment. “It’s going good,” you paused slightly, trying to find the most fitting words, “I think. Just taking a bit longer today than I expected. I want to get this questionnaire done, just so we can continue with the next step of the campaign.”

“No, no.” Kakashi chuckled. Like it was an instinct for him, he leaned further back in the chair, silver hair falling into his face. “I mean, how are you doing? Not work.”

“Oh.” That you didn’t expect. Not at all. You paused for a few seconds, taking another bite as you did so. “I guess… It’s good. It’s okay, right now.”

“Not too stressed?”

“No. It’s… it’s really alright.”

“Okay.” Kakashi nodded slowly. His dark eyes bore into yours, and you found yourself caught in a snare. Like a rabbit sitting right across a snake, enraptured and hypnotized right in the face of danger. Because Kakashi was danger, in every sense of the word — for you as a member of the marketing firm, and for you as a human being. Because, as you were again painfully reminded, Kakashi was, well, beautiful.

Even now, in your exhausted, tired and yet wired state of too much energy due to work and freshly refueled with delicious food, you were more than ready to admit that he was. There was a reason why he could easily flirt with the secretary downstairs, or get phone numbers pushed onto him like crazy. Even though he didn’t try hard, his silver hair, slouched posture speaking of his overall nonchalance and the casual yet somehow chic way of dressing himself, really worked out for him. Subconsciously, you tried to straighten yourself out as well as brush off some bread crumbs off your chest and mouth. And wait, wasn’t there also some sauce stuck to the corner of your mouth?

Kakashi chuckled. “Something the matter?”

“No.”

“Well then…” Again, he nodded, only to get up and put his hands back into the pockets of his loose pants. “I’m going to go, but don’t stay for too long.”

“Sure. It’s just a few more questions, anyway.” You shrugged weakly, like it was no big deal.

He hummed. “That’s what we all think, but before we know it, we’re working until midnight on the smallest of details to get it just right. Take care.” And with that, he just… up and left. Didn’t wait for you to answer, just walked away, like he just hadn’t handed you a sandwich, asked about your wellbeing or gave you some friendly advice. Carefully, you looked down at the rest of the sandwich in your hands, only to take another bite. This time though, you were cautious, tasted the entirety of the sandwich and tried to treasure it.

Fuck. He is nice to me now. This feels… really, really weird. Somehow.

~ X ~

Long evening yesterday? Good job in getting the work done, but remember to rest well today. You deserve it.

~ X ~

The questionnaire was doing well so far. You wanted to say the questions were good and well received because they were all created during a long yet productive all-nighter, the reality though was that after you finished the sandwich Kakashi gave you a few days back, you simply went back home. Next morning, with fresh eyes and mind, you were able to look at the questionnaire once more and find several typing errors and clarity issues, which would have impacted the research severely if you didn’t fix it.

Looking at the results, lots of people noticed the change of the brand Akatsuki from being cozy, well-fitted home clothes to a more expensive lifestyle-brand, not aimed anymore at the masses. Honestly, you hadn’t needed the questionnaire to tell you that, but it was nice to have something on paper to prove to the managers of Akatsuki that this was how their brand was seen.

After a day of compiling all the results into a single document, you were happy, noticing that you only stayed for a bit longer than your usual working time. You would still be able to go to a nearby store and get one of the ready-to-go meals, so you could have a lazy evening tonight!

Quickly, you packed up all of your things. In the process, your eyes wandered around the room. There were quite a few people still there, but none of them looked like they would stay for more than two hours, max. Anko definitely was staying for a bit longer, she had already said so during your shared lunch break. For a second, you thought about saying your goodbye’s to her directly, but when she grumbled loudly, only to curse and smash her flat hand onto the desk in front of her so hard that several pens and pencils scattered around the table flew into all directions, you decided it was better for your own safety to keep your distance.

But as you took the first steps towards freedom, your wandering eyes also flew to the corner of the wide open office, where Kakashi’s table sat in his little, secluded alcove. And there he was still, just barely visible over his two wide screens, some wisps of silver hair peeking over, illuminated by the blue hue of the screen-lighting.

I should probably check up on him.

Ah, he is fine. He doesn’t need me asking if he’s alright.

Kakashi suddenly groaned; so loudly that your thought process came to a screeching halt. You watched how he got out of his seat, but not to pack up his things and leave as well, but to grab his coffee cup and march right past you towards the kitchen. Without a doubt to grab some coffee, potentially staying late to work on something.

I probably should do something for him.

Why the fuck should I?

Because he got me something to eat yesterday.

I don’t have to.

He didn’t have to, either. And what did he do?

… Got me a sandwich.

Just barely, you kept an eye roll in. Right. As far as you were concerned, you owed Kakashi something in return. And even after a long day of work, you could at least do that for him. After another moment of hesitant annoyance, you adjusted the strap of your bag again and walked towards the break room. Even from a few meters away, you could hear the barely concealed slamming of cabinet doors as well as Kakashi’s irritated grumbling.

Do I really want to annoy him in this state?

Before you could rethink your decision, you looked around the corner. And winced at the sight: Kakashi obviously wasn’t in the best of moods. The man was standing beside the coffee machine, cursing under his breath all the while watching how the coffee slowly pooled into his cup. As you watched on, he unfolded his crossed arms to angrily comb through his hair — or, to be more precise, to pull some of it out with the force of his motions.

Gently and already regretting the motion as you were reaching out, you rapped your knuckles against the doorframe.

“Hey…” When Kakashi turned slightly to look at you, you nearly shrank back behind the corner of the door. Why again did you have to say anything to him now? “Just wanted to ask if you want anything?”

With his eyebrows furrowed and forehead wrinkled up, Kakashi stared at you for a few seconds. Then, he closed his eyes and a big sigh dropped from his mouth, dropping his shoulders and attitude with it. “Ah, fuck. I thought I was alone.”

“Well, in a few minutes, you will be.” That wasn’t what you expected. At all. Slowly, you stepped into the bright, cold light of the kitchen spilling through the open door, while gripping the strap of your bag tightly. “I was just asking. Because of…”

He nodded. “The sandwich from last time. Don’t worry about it. I’m not hungry.”

“Oh. Uhm, okay. Well…”

For a few more seconds, you waited. Kakashi only looked at you, unflinching and unyielding. The silence stretched into eternity, and instead of thinning and out and ending the talk naturally, the air seemed to thicken with every passing second.

“If you don’t mind,” Kakashi suddenly spoke up, just when you tried to turn to leave, “would you take a look at some ideas I have? I’m… fucking stuck right now.”

Oh.

“You’re stuck?”

“Yes.” Again, one of his hands flew up to comb furiously through his hair. “And I hate it.”

He didn’t elaborate, didn’t explain more than that, didn’t even attempt to. His dark eyes just focused again on the cup of coffee, staring and brooding and… being a bit more like the anti-social bastard he had been to you all this time.

Just this once, then we’re even, and I can let this go, you told yourself. Just this once, and I don’t have to talk to him ever again.

And it would be beneficial to take a look at his first plans for a campaign, anyway. High time for some in-team communication and all that.

“Okay.” You shrugged weakly, while internally praying that it wouldn’t take that long. Turning around, you sighed internally, but just dropped your stuff by your desk as you passed by, eyes set on the dimly lit corner of the open office. A few lights around the office were on, but in Kakashi’s corner, only his computer screens were illuminating the looming darkness, painting shadows across the nearby walls of his little alcove. A cave for this man-troll. How fitting.

Suddenly, the man brushed past you. His scent filled your nose, lingered uncomfortably, only to dissipate after a few deep breaths in.

“Hiding your porn?” you asked, tone only slightly mocking. “Must be really disgusting if you’re running.”

Kakashi was bent over his keyboard. His hand moved; moved the mouse quickly. One, two quick clicks, in which you closed the distance and managed to take a first peek at the screens. To your disappointment, there was nothing incriminating there, just lots and lots of pages of Akatsuki-clothing as well as the opened Photoshop program.

There wasn’t much to see. A half-finished moodboard, you guessed, with lots of quite meaningless objects slapped onto one side. The other half of the layer was empty. Your eyes dropped to the desk, which was overflowing with mess, notes in Kakashi’s chicken scratches, and a few scattered pens and pencils, one of them a particularly fancy pen in a dark, glossy black with silvery lines running around the body.

“That’s…”

“It’s nothing. I know.”

“Uhm…” You shrugged weakly. “How am I supposed to help with that?”

“Some fresh eyes on my notes would be great, actually.” With a sigh, Kakashi handed you a few sheets of paper, filled with scribbles and notes which also could have been hieroglyphs as far as you were concerned. Some words actually could have been hieroglyphs.

For a few moments, you tried to decipher the words, but nothing made sense to your tired eyes. Hell, you already spent the entire day leaning way too close to a computer screen, and now this? Fuck this.

When you looked up, Kakashi was intently watching your every move. Almost eagerly, akin to a dog waiting for a reaction when dropping a ball in front of a pair of human legs. “And?”

“Honestly Kakashi… I can’t read this.”

“Ah, it cannot be that bad…”

“No, I literally can’t read this.” You waved the papers into his face. “To be frank, your handwriting is horrible. And here’s not much lighting, so my eyes are starting to hurt just by looking at this.”

A hint of a smile flashed over his face. Though, that impression only lasted for a second, as he mumbled something incoherent and turned to click on the lamp. Light blinded you, and you had to blink rapidly to restore some of your vision.

“Thank you.” You put down the stack of notes, trying to focus and make some sense of his handwriting. “I mean, there’s… nostalgia?”

“Yeah.” Kakashi shrugged weakly. “The new direction Akatsuki is driving at the moment gives me nothing. I’m honestly grasping at straws here.”

“So much so that you’re reaching out to me. I see.”

Thankfully, Kakashi decided not to answer. Honestly, any answer he could have given would have annoyed you even more than you already were. The good mood you harbored over being able to leave earlier than yesterday already evaporated, wiped away by now knowing without a doubt in your mind that Kakashi was one of the sporadically creative people: incredibly valuable if they were inspired, but hindering the process when they didn’t have an inkling of inspiration.

“Okay, this…” You sighed lowly. “This is a big problem. The first meeting with the representatives of Akatsuki is in what, two weeks?”

“Roughly. A little bit less than two weeks.”

Another sigh left your mouth, and you started to massage your temple. You could feel a headache forming right behind your forehead. “Alright. Sure. Let’s just… what do you think of when you think of the new design line?”

“Pretentious.”

“Something positive.”

“Mhm. Maybe…?” The man cocked his head to the side, one hand thoughtfully touching his chin. “Nostalgia.”

“That’s already on here.” You pointed at the stack of papers. “Something else.”

“Capitalism.”

“Even though I agree, we can’t successfully market that idea and expect a profit. Now, something we can market…”

Kakashi thought for a moment. “Higher quality?”

“Great. Work from there, I guess.”

“Sounds good to me.” Kakashi smiled at you, but you didn’t smile back. Just nodded at him before turning your back and finally getting ready to leave the office for good today.

You thought you heard a faint “Hey” coming out of his direction, but you just walked a tiny bit faster. It would be easier to pretend to not have heard him. Just… overall easier. For your sanity and the future of your work together; the work obligations you still had to fulfill. Thankfully, you didn’t hear anything else and could leave the office with the tiniest of delays.

~ X ~

A well deserved rest for a valuable team member. I hope you enjoyed your free night. I would like to think that one day, I might be brave enough to invite you out on such a night, but for now, I just enjoy the thought that you had some time to yourself.

Good luck today, as well.

~ X ~

“Can I steal you away for a moment?”

Anko, Shizune and Kurenai fell completely silent as you turned to fake-smile at Kakashi. “Thanks, but no thanks. I don’t particularly like to be stolen away from my lunch.” You motioned to the lunchbox on the table in front of you. “Can we talk later?”

Your mood turned sour when he shook his head, albeit apologetically. “I have to run an errand for Minato in a bit, so no. Just five minutes?”

“Fine.” With a low sigh, you stood up from the seat which was grouped alongside the others around Shizune’s desk, and followed the man. Not without visually rolling your eyes towards the other women, then shrugging dramatically.

To your mild surprise, Kakashi didn’t lead you towards his desk, but instead opted to exit the open office entirely. When he opened the door leading out into the hallway, he held the door open for you. His eyes found yours, only to quickly drop to the ground.

“Where are we going?” you asked as Kakashi didn’t make any attempts to stop outside in the hallway. Instead, he walked up to the elevators, only to pass by the doors.

Where the fuck was he going?

“Hey,” you spoke up again, trailing after the man like an unwilling donkey dragged up a jagged mountain path as he climbed a set of stairs you had never paid close attention to, “seriously, where are we going?”

“There’s a calm corner upstairs.” Kakashi smiled down at you through the bars of the railing. “Sorry, it just takes a moment.”

“Alright…” Another roll of your eyes, and you started to climb the stairs. At this point, you were just humoring him. First that absolutely ridiculous talk a few days back, showing that he made nearly zero progress with the campaign since the start, and now this? Was he trying to push you off the roof or something? Or something else absolutely ridiculous and over the top, fitting for a Disney channel villain?

Maybe he sings me his little theme song before he steals my soul or something.

Just a few more steps, and Kakashi pushed a heavy door open. You nearly expected him to let it hit you in the face, but he caught it easily and held the door open for you.

“Thanks.” Both of your eyebrows rose. Quickly, you slipped past him, catching a whiff of his scent and a breeze of fresh air from the outside.

The door indeed led onto a small part of the roof which was overshadowed by the building beside you. The rooftop was obviously meant to be visited, though the various signs of non-usage — a bit of dirt here and there, vines overgrowing the walls beside the door, and a few pigeons instantly flying away as you set a few more steps onto the rooftop — indicated that not many people visited.

“Okay. Should be calm enough.” Even though you tried to sound strong and self-assured, you couldn’t help wrapping your arms around yourself. Maybe to protect you from the stronger winds up here, maybe from Kakashi’s intense eyes which seemed to scrutinize you. “What do you want?”

“To thank you.”

“And you couldn’t do that in the office?”

A small chuckle erupted from the man. Casually, he leaned against the wall beside the door, now closed. With him almost guarding your way to escape, it almost seemed like he wanted to pose as Cerberus or something.

Good boy. Now speak.

“Hey, I have some reputation left to protect here.”

“As an antisocial asshole?” You snorted weakly out. “Yeah, a really nice image to maintain. Shouldn’t be changed at all costs. Who knows, people might actually genuinely like you. The horror.”

Again, Kakashi chuckled. He didn’t seem too concerned at the insult you threw at him, no. Lazily, he pushed himself away from the wall, strolled past you to lean against the railing close to the edge. Not a care in the world at the height or the strong winds. “Slowly I get the feeling that you don’t like me.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I’m surprised too.”

There was no way he was that self-conceited. Absolutely no way. You could only stare at his back, and only seconds after his crazy statement, you noticed that your mouth had fallen open. The sheer audacity of this overgrown manchild!

“Who do you think you are?”

Kakashi’s entire body tensed up. He turned his head, eyes finding yours, but you just shook your head and continued. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Some kind of always beloved god who can descend to us mortals and grace us with his fucking presence?”

“I never-!”

“Yeah, you never. You never apologized, properly, for once. You also never stopped and thought about why your actions were such a problem for me. Fuck, you never really took time to reflect on your actions, like any responsible adult would!”

The words just came bubbling to the surface, like you had prepared them for this very moment. Sure, you wanted to act like an adult, but Kakashi had made it hard. So fucking hard, when all you had really gotten was a fine explanation and empty words over a great piece of lasagna. Being civil had been your goal, but this? Him throwing almost in your face how little he truly learned?

Anger bubbled up in your stomach, sourness rising in your throat and your blood rushing in your ears like a storm. Before you knew it, you marched up to him and jammed your index finger into his chest, spitting more of your righteous, built-up fury at his feet. “Did you expect that everything will be alright now? That everything is forgiven and forgotten? Well, excuse me, this is fucking reality, and it doesn’t work like that. It never worked like that.”

Every punctuation you underlined with another push of your finger into his chest. Up close, you could smell Kakashi again, his stench filling your nose like nothing else. Again, you breathed deeply in, and pushed onward. “I tried to be civil. I tried to be nice to you. And you’re trying, I can see that much. My personal problem is, Hatake, that no matter how many sandwiches you buy when I’m doing overtime, or no matter how many times you try to seek me out with friendly banter, it will never be enough to make up for the fact that you humiliated me in front of the entire office.”

Fuck, it felt so good to watch the man deflate. Watching him being dressed down already had been a treat, but doing it yourself with sharp words and an even sharper tone was a fucking feast, five courses and counting.

“You didn’t even apologize”, you breathed out. To your horror, you heard the tremble in your voice, which had been steely and sharp all this time. But not anymore. You swallowed, fought against the burning in your eyes, all the while staring Kakashi down. “The least thing you could do, and you couldn’t even do that. And I, as the idiot I am, even buttered you up! Complimented you because I thought, that…”

“(Y/N)...”

“Don’t fucking talk to me right now.” You stepped backwards, you had to. Anything to hide that you were so close to breaking into angry tears. “Just… leave me the fuck alone from now on. I’m talking with Minato first thing in the morning to remove me from the project, so I don’t have to put up with you anymore.”

Thankfully, Kakashi didn’t call out to you again, and before you left the rooftop through the same door, you didn’t look back. Didn’t want to look back, couldn’t stand to see his stupid, dumb, still attractive face for one more second and pretend like everything was alright.

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68’ Comeback Special… PART 3

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word Count: 15,340

Warning: 18+ fluff, drama, angst, SMUTSMUTSMUT. Virgin reader, oral(m and f receiving), dirty talk, rough sex, submissive elvis, swearing, pregnancy scare etc. typical Elvis stuff.

Authors notes: I’m really sorry for how long this last chapter is, but I wanted to make this finale chapter of this story JUICYYYY. Thank you all so much for loving this story. I hope you enjoy this one and I’ll definitely have more Elvis fanfics coming! Also probably some spelling errors, I was too lazy to go and fix ‘em. Side note: I’m aware that they didn’t have pregnancy tests the way we do back in the 60’s. It wasn’t made until the 70’s, but yeah lol 😂

Part one! Part two!

If I could hold you now, just for a moment, if I could really make you mine.

After a while you had eventually fallen asleep in Elvis’ arms that were still holding you tight, you moved around a bit, your eyes slowly opening, you felt so exhausted, your body kind of hurt. You yawned softly, reaching a hand up to rub over your sleepily eyes, you lifted your head up a bit to look up at Elvis who was still fast asleep, snoring softly. You smiled tiredly at him, and you were wondering what time it is, you didn’t feel like you slept that long, you knew you probably should be heading home soon, you turned over slowly in Elvis’ arms to look at the alarm clock that sat on the bedside table to your left, you did a double take when it said, 7:00AM. No way, no, no, I couldn’t have spent the entire night here. You knew your parents would be furious and that they were probably worried out of their minds about where you were and why you didn’t call if you weren’t coming home.

You slowly wiggled your way out of Elvis’ arms and you watched as he turned over to his side, still fast asleep and you climbed off the bed now in a complete panic, running over to grab your dress and your bra from off the floor, Elvis had tossed your panties off somewhere so you didn’t bother searching for them as you ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and trying to get yourself cleaned up and dressed. The sound of the bathroom door slamming nearly scared Elvis out of his sleep, he rolled over now to look at the clock, squinting his eyes that were hardly open, in a complete daze and he looked around for you, rubbing his hands over his eyes as he slowly sat up, calling out your name softly, “N/a? Baby?” Once you were dressed and looking like you didn’t spend half the day fucking Elvis Presley, you swung the door open, Elvis staring at you with a confused look on his face. You were so panicked you didn’t even realize he was awake; you were trying to find your headscarf that he took off and you looked around frantically for it.

Elvis still confused as to what was going on, his voice low and tired, his accent thicker. “B-Baby? Baby?” You still were in a frantic state can’t believing how irresponsible you were. “Goddammit, woman! Don’t ya hear me talkin’ to you?!” He yelled. You stopped dead in your tracks, the sound of his voice snapped you out of it, you looked over at him. “Oh, I-I’m sorry. I thought you were asleep…” You said softly. “I was until you were making all that damn noise. What’s going on, baby? Where are you going?” he asked. He sat himself up more now, leaning up against the headboard of his bed. “I’ve got to go home, Elvis. I didn’t mean to stay here overnight. My parents are probably going crazy right now. Especially since I didn’t even bother to call.” You said worriedly. Elvis let out a sigh, “Well, there’s a phone in the dressing room. Why don’t you just call them now tell ‘em you stayed at a friend’s house or something? Maybe they’ll understand and then you can stay a little longer.” He said tiredly.

You shook your head slowly, “You haven’t met my father, not very understanding.” You scoffed. “I have to go, I’m sorry.” As you spoke you spotted your headscarf underneath the bed and as you were bent down to grab it, Elvis had gotten out of the bed now and walked over to you, once you stood back up you smooth out your dress, turning towards him. He moved close to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you against him, he leaned down toward you, his nose brushing up against your own as he mumbled softly, “Please don’t go.” You placed your hands against his bare chest, curling your fingers gently between his chest hairs as you leaned into him, pressing a small kiss against his chin and then another on his lips. You didn’t want to go. You couldn’t handle how soft and adorable he was being right now. You could feel his arms holding onto tighter, you couldn’t help but lean into him even more, your head now resting against his chest, your arms wrapping around him now, hugging him close to you. He leaned down to press gently kisses to the top of your head.

You sighed happily, you liked this gentler side of him, but it also made you kind of sad because you sense the loneliness he felt just from the way he was reacting to you leaving, it made your feelings for him even stronger, you lifted your head up to look at him, peppering kisses along his jawline and you spoke softly, “I wish I didn’t have to go, honey. But if I don’t, I won’t hear the end of it. But I’ll leave my number and you can call me, and we can maybe plan to see each other again?” you said sweetly. You saw the sad look on his face and he nodded slowly, “Okay, baby.” He said as he sat back down on the bed. You hated to see him this way, but you were hoping he’d call and then the two of you can spend time together. You grabbed the note pad and pen that sat on his bedside table, leaving your phone number for him. You walked over to him, combing your fingers gently through his hair. “Will you call me, Elvis? I would like to see you again.” You muttered. He looked up at you with a small smile. “Of course, I’ll call you, baby.” he said softly, reaching over to take your hand in his as he stood back up. “C’mon, I’ll walk to the door.” He tugged your hand gently and you smiled as you followed behind him back into the dressing room.

You slipped on your flats that sat in there and then stood at the door with Elvis and he opened it just slightly for you, before leaning down again to give you another kiss with a smile, you returned his kiss and mumbled softly against them, “Please call me.” you didn’t know why you were so worried he wouldn’t call, but you couldn’t help but feel as if maybe this as a one-time thing for him and this is just something he does with all the girls. He nodded his head slowly, “I promise I will call you, trust me.” He said. You nodded with a small smile and then you said your goodbyes as you walked out of the room, his head peeking out the door as he watched you leave until you disappeared out of sight. He was sad that you couldn’t stay especially because he knew that for the rest of the day, he would be thinking about you, and it would be another long day for him while he did the rest of his special because he wouldn’t be able to get you out of his mind. He didn’t really understand why he felt this way and so strongly about you. But there was something about you that he just liked. Something calming and warm about you. Something that had been missing from his life.

You had finally made it home and you stood outside your front door, taking a deep breath before you walked inside and shutting the door behind you, hoping that your parents may still be asleep, but unfortunately that didn’t happen because as you were about to make your way upstairs, your father walked in. “Where have you been, N/a?! You do know that your mother and I were worried sick?” he said angrily. You didn’t even bother to turn around, you just sighed and apologized, but he continued. “You may be 20 years old now, but a phone call, N/a. That’s all we ask for if you don’t plan to come home.” He said sternly. “Okay, dad, it won’t happen again.” You said as you continued to make your way up to your room, closing the door behind you, leaning up against the door, your head tiled back against it. You were finally alone, and you let out a sigh of relief. You finally had a chance to think about everything that happened between you Elvis.

Just the thought of it all made you smile, the way he touched you, spoke to you, kissed you, held you, fucked you. You knew you wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it or him and you just hoped that he called as promised. You were exhausted, you walked over to your bed and just crashed right onto it, falling asleep as soon as you did.

TWO WEEKS LATER.

It had been two weeks since you had seen Elvis or heard from him. You had waited almost every day for his phone call that he had promised he make, but nothing. You were so distraught, confused, and a little angry. You felt used. How could I be such a fool? You didn’t know if you had done something wrong or if this was just a game he played with all girls. You couldn’t believe you gave your virginity to him. Fuck him. You had refused to come out of your room for days or even do anything, sometimes you spent your nights crying. Holding onto some small hope he’d call. On top of everything else…. Your period was late. Not only were you worried that he just ghosted you, but now you may possibly be pregnant. You idiot. You tried to convince yourself otherwise, maybe it was just late because of some other reason, it was too soon to jump to conclusions.

You’ve given up on the hope that he’d call, and later in the evening you were getting ready for bed and tonight felt like the first night that maybe you wouldn’t be crying over him, you hoped. As you made yourself comfortable in bed, the phone started ringing and it was picked up immediately. You assumed it was someone calling for your parents, but it was odd at this time of night. Then you heard your mother calling up to, “N/a?!” you stepped out of bed and walked over to the door, opening it a bit. “Yes, mom?” you responded. “There’s a man on the phone for you, why is he calling at this hour?” she said. You raised an eyebrow and you realized who it was and suddenly you could feel yourself becoming angry.

“I’ll take the call in my room, mom.” You said stone cold as you walked into your room almost slamming the door closed as you sat down on your bed and picked the phone up, placing over your hand over the speaker, shouting down to your mother. “I got it, hang up!” you placed the phone to your right ear, hearing the click sound as your mom hung up. You tried to keep it together now, you spoke softly, “Hello?” you said a bit annoyed. You could hear him breathing on the other end of the phone, as he spoke his words were a bit mumbled, “Hi, darlin’… How’s my girl?” You scoffed at his words, shaking your head and now you could feel yourself about to cry. “You have some nerve calling me, Elvis. I don’t want to speak to you.” you said angrily. He got quiet and then his words coming out in a nervous stutter, “W-Well, h-honey... What’s the problem? D-Don’t be that way.” You were livid now and hung the phone up on him. What’s the problem?? Was he serious? Almost 30 seconds after you hung up on him, he was calling back, you picked the phone up quickly, speaking right into the phone. “I said don’t want to speak to you!” You hung up on him again, huffing angrily and folding your arms over your chest.

Like clockwork he was calling right back, for the third time, you picked up the phone, hearing his voice “Honey, d-don’t hang u-“ before he could finish his sentence you were cutting him off, “If you don’t know what the problem is, then I am not speaking to you. Now stop calling me!” you slammed the phone down, hanging up on him again. You had thought he had finally gotten the point now, but once again he was calling back for the FOURTH time. Now before you even got a chance to answer the phone, your mother had answered again downstairs, you picked up the phone, listening in on the conversation quietly, shaking your head at his relentlessness. You overheard your mothers voice, “Who is this and why do you keep calling?” she asked. You hear Elvis respond tiredly, his words more mumbled, “Ma’am, m-my name is Elvis Presley. I just want to speak to your daughter if I can.” he said politely. “Elvis Presley? Is this joke?” she asked. You rolled your eyes as you continued to listen. “N-no, ma’am, I promise you. C-Can I speak to N/a, please?” You rolled your eyes again at his words. Then your mother put the phone down and called out to you again and you carefully put the phone on the hook, walking over to the door already aware of what she’s going to say.

“It’s that boy again, he’s claiming to be Elvis Presley. Will you talk to him so he can stop calling.” He said. “Alright, alright.” You said as you walked back into your room closing the door again, picking up the phone and hearing your mom hang up the other line, Elvis could hear the whole conversation between you and your mother, you could hear that hiccupping laugh of his. “Baby?” you heard Elvis say quietly on the other end. “Elvis, please stop calling me. It’s late and you’re making my parents mad.” You muttered quietly. “If you just let me, explain, honey…” he said. You sighed, fighting back tears. “Can we do this another time? I’ve got to get some sleep.” You said softly. You heard him sigh on the other end of the phone, “Alright, honey. Goodnight.” He said and then he hung up. You held the phone against your chest for a moment and then hung up the phone, climbing into bed and tears immediately streaming down your face. Another night of crying yourself to sleep. Wonderful.

Elvis was still staying at the studio for the special and they were almost finished with it, he had a few more rehearsals for ‘If I Can Dream’, a song that meant a lot to him and he knew the performance would be different than the others he had previously performed so far and he wanted you to be there. He knew he messed up by not calling you like he promised, but he just wanted a chance to explain and if you weren’t going to speak to him on the phone, he was going to find a way to talk to you in person. Everyone had left for the day, but he knew Steve would still be around trying to finesse his way around the Colonel’s annoying demands for a Christmas song at the end of the special, he left his dressing room looking for Steve in hopes that had everyone’s information who had participated as audience members, hoping he’d be able to find your address. He approached the editing both and saw Steve busy at work, he knocked gently on the door, Steve turning to face him, “Oh, hey, EP. What’s up?” He said tiredly. Elvis leaned up against the door frame. “Hey, I have a weird question… Did ya happen to get the information of the audiences that we had for the special? Like phone numbers or address, or somethin’.” He said, running his fingers through his hair, trying not to sound too weird.

Steve raised an eyebrow at Elvis’ question, a bit curious as why he wanted to know that. “Uh, yeah, for emergency purposes, why?” he questioned. Elvis cleared his throat a bit, “I-I... Uh… I’m trying to look for someone. Would I be able to take a quick look?” He muttered. Steve and pretty much everyone else knew about you and Elvis because he hadn’t left his dressing room at all after filming when you were there, and his mood had been off when you left. “Sure, EP.” He said, Steve slide across the room in his chair, searching through a drawer and then handing him a folder, before sliding his chair back over to where he was working. “I’ll need it back.” He muttered. Elvis nodded, “I’ll have someone bring it back when I’m done.” He turned around and headed back to his dressing room, sat down on the couch and began to flip through the folder that had a bunch of people’s names written down with their addresses and phone numbers beneath each name, he flipped through each page searching carefully for your name, when he finally found it, grabbed a piece of paper that laid on the coffee table in front of him and a pen and he began to quickly write down your address, planning to make the trip out to you tomorrow before he had to be back in time for the next rehearsal.

It was the next morning, and you woke up in a daze, rubbing your eyes, your face slightly puffy from the crying, you rolled over to check what time it was, and the alarm clock read, 8:30AM. You sighed softly to yourself and all you could think about was Elvis and if you had made a mistake not talking to him on the phone last night. But you were upset, especially at the fact that he acted as if he had no idea why you were upset. A small part of you hoped that he’d call again and that you didn’t screw things up completely last night, you closed your eyes for a moment, debating if you even wanted to get out of bed, your anxiety on high thinking about how you were going to find a way to figure out if you’re pregnant or not without anyone knowing. You heard a knock at the door from downstairs, your mother answering, you didn’t think much of it assuming it was one of the neighbors coming over to gossip with her.

Meanwhile downstairs when your mother had opened the door, it was Elvis Presley himself, standing on the porch, cigar hanging from his mouth, his Memphis mafia standing by his car and the two other cars that were lined up behind his as they looked on wondering what they were doing there. He was dressed in black suit, his shirt tucked into his pants, two buttons on his shirt undone so that small part of his chest was exposed, his suit jacket opened, wearing those famous glasses of his. Your mother was starstruck when she realized who it was in front of her, Elvis removed his glasses, and removed the cigar from his mouth, tossing it on the sidewalk behind him, “Hello, ma’am, I’m Elvis Presley.” He introduced himself as he she didn’t know who he was. Your mother fumbled over her words a bit, “I-I know who you are... Um, but why are you at my home?” she questioned. “I’m here to see your daughter, ma’am. Is she here?” he asked. Your mothers jaw must have been on the floor in this moment as her eyes widen, “Um, my daughter? Yes, she is. Why? How do you know her?” she had a million questions now. “We met yesterday at my special, ma’am. It’s important that I speak with her.” He said. “Uh... Alright, c-come in.” your mother said nervously completely in awe at the fact that Elvis was in her home, she led him into the foyer. “I’ll go and get her.” She said as she stepped out of the room and headed upstairs to your room, where you were still lying-in bed, staring off into a daze at one of your posters of Elvis on your wall.

She made her way upstairs to your bedroom, knocking gently at the door as she spoke softly, “N/a? N/a?” the sound of her voice snapped you out of your daze and you answered tiredly, “Yes? What is it?” She suddenly opened the door and made her way into your room, “Honey, get up. There’s someone here to see you.” She said frantically, still wondering how you knew each other and why he was here for you. You turned over to face her, and sat up slightly in your bed, raising an eyebrow. “Who??” you asked. “Elvis Presley!” she shouted excitedly. Your eyes widen at her words, suddenly you were in a panic. What the hell was he doing here? “Get up!” she exclaimed. “Was he the one calling last night?” She asked curiously, she was going to want more details later. You sighed, “Yes.” You responded a bit annoyed. “Well, hurry up he’s waiting downstairs for you in the foyer.” She said before leaving your room, shutting the door behind her, and heading back down to the foyer. “She’ll be right down.” She announced before heading into the living room.

You walked around the room nervously, a bunch of emotions stirring up in you, part of you was happy he was here but another part was angry and scared. Who the hell does he think he is? You were wondering how he knew where you lived and why did he come here? You didn’t have time to make yourself decent, so you fixed your hair as best as you could, throwing it up in a bun and you did your best to make your face look okay, you were dressed in a pink and white stripped pajama set, and didn’t know if you should change or not, so you didn’t even bother because you were upset with him and he didn’t deserve to see you all dressed up, you slipped on your house slippers, taking a deep breath before you opened the door and slowly headed downstairs. You could only assume your mother was somewhere near by trying to listen. As you made your way into the foyer your eyes caught him immediately and you let out a small gasp at the sight of him. He looked so handsome. Damn him. As soon as he saw you walk into the room, his face lit up and his eyes staring you up and down, as a grin formed on his lips at the sight of your pajamas, he thought you looked so cute. “Hey, honey.” He said softly. The words leaving his mouth like molasses, it almost made you forget you were upset with him, but you shook it off.

You looked around the house not sure where your mother was, speaking softly so she couldn’t hear, “What are you doing here, Elvis?!” you said in a hushed tone. “Well, you wouldn’t speak to me on the phone, so I figured I’d come see you.” He responded in the same hushed tone. You rolled your eyes a bit at him, looking around before grabbing a hold of his hand and quietly leading him up to your bedroom so you could speak in private, he followed behind you closely, a quiet chuckle leaving his lips. Once you both made it upstairs and into your room, you let go of his hand and shut the door gently, turning around to face him as you watched him closely, he looked around your room with a smirk, seeing different pictures of himself on the walls, “Cute.” He mumbled. You were embarrassed that he was seeing your room and all the pictures you’ve collected of him, you became flustered, snapping yourself out of it. “How did you find where I lived?” you asked. He turned his attention to you now. “I got the information from Steve Binder.” He shrugged. You scoffed at his words, “Elvis, do you understand why I didn’t want to speak to you? You never called me!” the tone of your voice still at a whisper. “You made me feel like a complete fool. Especially after everything that we did together… You took my virginity and then… That tape that we made... I felt used. Then you’re calling me your girl but can’t be bothered to pick up the phone to call me?? So now I’m confused.” You so badly wanted to scream the words; you may have also gotten me pregnant! But now was not the time for something that wasn’t certain.

You tried your best to fight back the tears that were pooling in your eyes, there were so many different reasons for you tears, but you knew he’d assume it was for him not calling and before you knew it the tears were already falling. He saw you start to cry, he immediately walked over to you, bringing his hands up to cup your face, brushing the tears away with the pads of his fingers, “Baby, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. That night meant everything to me. I was going to call, I swear. But with the special and the colonel down my neck about everything, it slipped my mind. But I had intended to call.” He pleaded. He knew that he could’ve picked up the phone at some point to call in between everything that was happening, but a part of him was confused about his feelings for you, you’ve only known each other for a day really, he did have a habit of falling hard sometimes, but it never really lasted too long because they never really wanted to be with him for him. But he felt you were different.

You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, wanting so badly to just pull away from him, not wanting him to think he could just get off this easy, but there was something sincere and gentle about him, you sniffled a bit as you looked up at him, there was a haunting question in the back of your mind though. I mean this was Elvis Presley, he hadn’t spoken to you in two weeks and there were girls always falling over him, you knew it was probably stupid to ask because he hadn’t really officially made you his, he just told you that you were, but you felt comfortable enough to ask and hoped his answer would be honest, “Were you with other girls?” you spoke softly, staring up at him. He was staring at you, his eyes felt like they were looking into your soul, he shook his head. “No, I wasn’t.” he said blankly. He pulled his hands away from your face now and he turned and walked over to your bed, sitting at the edge. Silence had completely fallen onto the room; you were afraid that you had said something wrong. You were staring at him, but he wasn’t looking at you, he was looking down and playing with one of the rings on his fingers.

You slowly walked over to him, sitting down beside him on your bed, reaching a hand up to run your fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry, I hope you don’t feel like I was accusing you of anything. I’ve just been so upset, then I felt like an idiot waiting around by the phone every day.” You said quietly. He finally lifted his head up to look at you, nodding slowly. “I know, I really am sorry. But it wasn’t because I was with anyone, truth be told… I just had a lot on my mind about you. I know this sounds crazy because we just met. But I feel this strong connection with you, something I haven’t felt in a while. I can’t explain it. But I would like to get to know you more.” He smiled at you and this moment you forgot about what you were even mad at him for because of how open and vulnerable he was being with you, you leaned up towards him, capturing his lips in a soft kiss, your fingers tangled in his hair as you brought your other hand up to rest against his cheek as you continued to kiss him. His arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him as you kissed.

His tongue slipping past your lips and into your mouth as he deepened his kiss, the both of you holding on tighter to one another, now he was pulling you back to lay on the bed, his body hovering above you a bit, not breaking the kiss between the two of you, your bodies pressing up against each other’s as you continued to make out. He moved his left hand from around your waist and slowly glided it up your pajama shirt, his hand rubbing gently against your abdomen and slowly making its way up to your breasts, the coldness of his rings sending a shiver down your spine, you didn’t want him to stop touching you, but you reached down and grabbed a hold of his arm to stop him, pulling your lips from his but letting them linger close as you shook your head and whispered against his lips, “We can’t… My parents, Elvis.” He kissed your lips again and whispered back, “We won’t be too loud…” his kisses trailing down against your neck softly, he made it impossible to say no to him and you hated it, his lips soft lips against your skin felt heavenly, now he was unbuttoning your shirt and his kisses were moving further down your body, you bit down on your bottom lip as you felt his lips against your breasts, a small gasp escaping you.

He glanced up at you with a smirk when he heard the sound you made and he softly mumbled, his lips still pressed against your right breast, “Let me show you how sorry I am…” he smirked. You nodded your head slowly at his words. He continued to trail his kisses, you felt them along your abdomen it caused a tingling sensation that went through your body, now he was at your waist and he brought his hands up now to pull your pajama pants down, letting them slide down your legs and you kicked them off your feet, watching him closely as you propped yourself up on your elbows, he was leaving kisses along your panty line and along the fabric of your panties. You squirmed beneath him, you could feel yourself already becoming wet because he was so close to your pussy, placing his hands on your thighs, squeezing them gently as he kissed in between them, now he moved his hands up and hooked his fingers in the hem of your panties, pulling them down your legs slowly, when they reached your ankles you kicked them off almost immediately, his hands placed back around your thighs as he spread your legs open wide, pulling you closer to him, your breathing already becoming heavy as you anticipated his mouth against you.

He could already see how wet you were becoming and he licked his lips at the very sight of you with a smirk, burying his face between your legs, you laid back against the bed now, your hands finding their way down to tangle into his perfectly styled hair, arching your back slightly as soon as you felt his tongue gliding between your wet folds, you let out a soft moan, you knew you were going to have to stay quiet because your parents were just downstairs, you gripped onto his hair a bit tight, he started to circle his tongue around your clit slowly, lapping his tongue against it and sucking on it gently, his eyes glancing up at you between those dark lashes of his. You had tilted your head back, whimpering and moaning as softly as you could, your toes already curling. He glided his right hand up to your breasts, cupping the right one in his hand and squeezing gently, his fingers brushing up against your nipple.

He pressed his tongue firmly up against your clit, moving it up and down in a circular motion before guiding his tongue down and slipping it inside of you, pumping his tongue in and out of you slowly. “Fucck… Elvis.” you whimpered out in a whisper, tugging at his hair harder and pushing his face further between your legs, moving your hips slowly to ride his tongue, you could feel his nose pressed up against your clit and that made your eyes roll back from the feeling of it and now you were riding his face, enjoying the friction his nose caused against your clit, he began to pump his tongue faster and deeper inside of you, his hand still squeezing breasts and playing with your nipples, his other hand squeezing your thigh. Your moans and whimpers were growing louder by the minute, and you knew if you didn’t stop your parents would hear, so you brought your left hand up to your mouth, covering it, your moans now muffled. You could already feel yourself getting close with the way Elvis was eating you out, your orgasm slowly building in the pit of your stomach, your legs becoming shaky as your feet curled more against the bed, your back arching more as the pleasure was building, his tongue hitting all the right spots. He was so good at this. Whatever he did to upset you was forgiven in this moment.

You removed your hand from your mouth, you tried your best to whisper between your moans, “E-Elvis… I’m gonna cum…” you whined. When he heard those words, he brought his hand back down to place on your thigh again, gripping both your thigh tight, he let out a soft groan against your pussy as he got his tongue as deep as he could inside you, that right there sent you over the edge, the vibration of his groan and how fucking deep his tongue was inside of you, you were practically yanking at his hair now, your hips bucking as your body tensed up and now you feel it, your orgasm coming to the surface and you gasped softly, chewing at your bottom lip to try to muffle the loud moan that escaped you as you came, riding out the high against Elvis’ face, breathing heavily as your body collapsed against the bed, trying to catch your breath, Elvis moving from between your legs now, chuckling to himself as he smirked at you, he was hovering above you now, pressing his lips against yours, tasting yourself on him. It was so hot. “Am I forgiven now?” he asked teasingly. You nodded your head slowly at his words a small, “Mmhm..” escaping your lips.

Now he was laying his head against your chest and wrapping his arm around your waist, nuzzling his face against you. You reached a hand down to tangle in his hair again that was now a mess, twirling your fingers between the strands, wrapping your arm around him as you both held each other. You began to wonder if anyone else saw this side of him. The gentle, cute, and vulnerable Elvis, who liked to be held. Or was it just you that he showed this side to. You loved demanding and dominating Elvis, but this side of him made him even more attractive. You were happy that you both worked through the issue, but you still had your own little problem to deal with the possibility of being pregnant, you cleared your throat a bit, trying not to think about it, “So, is the special almost finished?” you asked softly. He nodded slowly as he kept his head rested on your chest, “Yeah, we have one more segment of the show to film today, which I’m excited for ‘cause I’m singin’ a meaningful song. A song that has deep emotion to it.” He muttered. You loved how passionate he sounded about the music and the songs he sang; you’ve heard him speak before in interviews about his deep love for music.

“Oh? What’s the song?” you asked curiously, curling your fingers around strands of his hair. “If I Can Dream. After Dr. King was assassinated, Steve thought I should say something in the only way I know I can with music. So, they wrote this song for me to sing. It’s a beautiful song.” You held onto his every word as he spoke, smiling. “That’s wonderful, I can’t wait to see it when it airs on tv.” You say happily. He lifted his head up a bit to look at you, “I was hoping you come and see the performance, if you wanted.” He says. A big smile forming on your lips, and you nodded your head quickly, “I’d love to!” you exclaimed. “I was also hoping that afterwards you’d stay and maybe spend a few days with me?” he asked. “Oh? I don’t see why not. We may have to convince my parents, just so they aren’t worried about me.” You responded. Elvis sat up now and he chuckled softly, “That shouldn’t be problem, baby.” He said as he stood up from the bed now, soothing out his suit and walking over to your vanity to fix his hair, you chewed on your bottom lip as you watched him. “How about you start packin’ a bag and get dressed. I’ll go down and see if I can get them to agree.” He said with a smile. You rolled your eyes at him, because he was so confident in his ability to smooth talk people into getting his way. “Mm, okay, Elvis.” You said teasingly as you stood up now, buttoning your shirt back up and slipping your panties back on and kissing his cheek gently.

He smiled and headed out of your bedroom, shutting the door behind him as headed downstairs to find your parents and talk them into letting you stay with him for a few days. You had a mini panic attack now, a million thoughts going through your head now, because you had plans of getting a test at some point and now if you’ll be with him for a few days, he’ll always be lingering around. You had to come up with a plan to be able to take a test without him knowing. Of course, if the test came back positive, you’d plan to tell him, but if it’s nothing there would be no point in even worrying him. Your best chance at sneaking away would be during his rehearsal before the actual performance started. You took slow deep breaths calming yourself down, you could hear Elvis’ voice ringing out from downstairs, hard at work trying to convince your parents in letting you go with him, you shook your head with a small laugh, heading into the bathroom to get yourself all cleaned up and ready, once you were finished, you got dressed, putting on a pair of high waisted yellow pants that were tapered and cropped at the ankle, then a matching checkered yellow and black long-sleeved top that you tied just below your breasts, your abdomen showing, slipping on pair of yellow flats to complete the look, leaving your hair down. It was a very mod look. You grabbed an overnight bag and began to pack some of your things, double checking that you had everything you needed and then zipping up the bag and heading out of your room, closing the door behind you.

You slowly made your way downstairs, you could hear the conversation between Elvis and your father now, Elvis assuring him that you would be safe and be looked after if he had business to attend to. Your father sounded a bit skeptical, but he’s never liked Elvis Presley and he’s heard the stories like everyone else, but Elvis presented as the very polite southern boy and just like he had told you, he had convinced them, rolling your eyes playfully as you reached the bottom of the steps, slowly walking into the foyer where they were speaking, you immediately caught Elvis’ attention with the outfit you were wearing, he smiled trying to keep himself composed in front of your parents, he cleared his throat walking over to you and taking your bag in his left hand, “Your parents said that it would be alright for you to stay with me, we should get going.” He said with a nod before reaching his right hand out to your father to shake his hand, “Thank you, sir. I’ll take care of N/a, I promise.” He smiled and then nodded at your mother. “Ma’am.” He said politely. You said your goodbyes to your mother and father and told them you’d see them in a few days, turning to the door and heading out with Elvis, your father shutting the door behind the two of you.

Elvis wrapped his right hand around your abdomen, brushing his thumb against your bare skin as you both walked to his car, which looked ridiculously expensive, the members of his Memphis mafia still waiting not shocked at all that his little detour was for a girl, Elvis glanced down at you with a smirk, “You look good in that outfit, honey.” He hummed and you blushed a bit, “Thank you.” You said and as you approached the car he handed your bag to Joe who placed it in the truck of the car, Lamar getting back into the driver’s seat, Elvis opening the door to the backseat for you and you climbed inside and he followed right behind you, scooting over next to you, Joe shut the door once you were both inside and sat up front with Lamar, the rest of the guys followed suit in their cars. Elvis wrapped his arm around you, putting his sunglasses on and lighting up one of his cigars, you couldn’t help but stare at him, studying every part of him, leaning into him, and resting your head against him. You were excited that you were going to be spending so much time with him and getting to know each other better.

You stared out the window as you all were making the drive back to the studio and your mind couldn’t help but wander, thinking about the pregnancy situation and what you were going to do if the test was positive. How were you going to tell him? Was he even ready to have a child? Were you? You were only 20 years old, and he was 33. You haven’t even got to experience life that much yet and now you may be pregnant. You suddenly were pulled away from your thoughts when you felt Elvis kissing your cheek. “You okay, baby?” he asks sweetly. You turned to look up at him and you forced a smile as you nodded, “Of course, honey.” You placed your hand on his thigh, rubbing it gently. You eventually made it back to the studio and Elvis stepped out the car, reaching his hand to you to help you out, and he shut the door behind you, grabbing your bag from the trunk.

He told the guys to let Steve know he was back and that he’d be ready for rehearsal soon, he took your hand in his and walked inside, leading you backstage to the dressing room that you were all too familiar with now, but it was looking a bit different now, his things were packed into boxes because he was in the process of moving back into his house in LA since they were almost finished with the special. Elvis sat your bag down and you walked over to the couch, sitting down. “I’ve gotta go get ready for rehearsal, baby. But if you need anything don’t hesitate to ask anyone.” He said. You nodded your head at his words, “Okay, Elvis.” You hummed with a smile as you watched him exit the room.

As soon as he left you grabbed your purse and headed out of the room, you thought now would be a perfect time to maybe run down to the nearest drug store and buy a test. But you knew that if you left one Elvis’ guys would be coming with you, so you walked around looking for the only guy that you really knew and that was Jerry, you spotted him walking down the hall and you ran down the hall to catch up with him, “Jerry!” you yelled and he stopped and turned around to see it was you and he smiled, once you finally caught up with him, you were trying to catch your breath. “Is everything okay?” he asked as he chuckled. Nearly breathless, you nodded, “Oh, yeah, yeah, totally okay. I was wondering if you’d take me to the drug store that’s a couple of blocks down, I didn’t know who else to ask and Elvis told me if I needed anything to ask someone.” You said with a smile.

Jerry nodded, “Yeah, no problem, N/a. Let me grab the keys to the car and we can go.” He smiled. You watched as he headed into a room and you waited for him, things between Elvis and Jerry seemed to be okay after the last encounter you saw between them. Jerry emerged from the room keys in hand, “Let’s go.” he said, and he led the way toward the exit of the building, you are following close behind, you could overhear a bit of Elvis’ rehearsal for the song ‘If I Can Dream’ and just from what you heard sounded amazing. Once you were outside, Jerry walked over to one of Elvis’ cars, opening the door for you, you got inside the car, placing your purse in your lap, he shut the door and got in on the driver’s side, he began to drive.

“So, how long have you worked for Elvis?” you asked trying to make conversation. “A few years now, give or take.” he said with a smile. “Do you like it?” you asked curiously. “Well, yeah, it has its moments, but overall, I love Elvis and he’s a great guy.” He nodded. You could help but assume the moments he was talking about was the outburst Elvis sometimes had. “That’s good.” You responded and you looked out the window as you both pulled up in front of the drug store. “I’ll wait here.” Jerry said, and that was a big relief as you stepped out the car and headed inside, trying to be as normal as possible, you grabbed a fashion magazine and a candy bar to make it seem like you came in just for those things, then you headed up to the counter, placing the magazine and candy bar on it, nervous as ever as you spoke to the man behind the counter, “Um, could I have two pregnancy tests, please.” You said in almost a whisper. You felt so embarrassed and felt like the shop owner was judging you even though he couldn’t have a care in the world as he grabbed two of them and ringing up everything for you. “6 bucks.” He said nonchalantly. You grabbed the two tests and shoved them into your purse quickly, as you took some cash out and paid the man, grabbing your other things and quickly making your exit. As you approached the car again you calmed yourself down before getting back inside. “That was fast.” Jerry said. “Oh, yeah, I just wanted to get the latest fashion magazine and some candy.” You said with a nervous smile. He nodded and began to drive back to the studio.

Once you were back at the studio, you thanked Jerry and then headed back to Elvis’ dressing room, you knew it’d be some time before the actual show started, so you decided to take the tests now, just to rip the band aid off and get it over with, so you headed into the bathroom, your nerves taking over again as you took both tests and once you were done you sat them on the counter, it would be about five minutes before it gave you the result, so you checked the time and then waited impatiently, the five minutes feeling like the longest five minutes of your entire life, pacing back and forth, checking the time again seeing you had a minute left, staring at the tests knowing that things could go either way for you depending on the results, now you could see a line forming on both of them, one straight line meant it was negative and two lines were positive, so you watched closely as one straight line formed on the first one, relief completely washed over you, but you checked the second just to be sure because these things weren’t always correct the first time, when you saw the second also had one straight line, you felt like you could cry of happiness. You were so happy because now you didn’t even have to tell Elvis anything or your parents. You would love to have children someday, but this wasn’t the way you wanted it to happen, especially because you and Elvis hadn’t made anything official, and you didn’t know his thoughts on having kids or if that was something even wanted with his lifestyle.

You felt so much better and at ease now and didn’t feel like you were harboring a secret anymore, you threw the tests into the trash can and headed out of the bathroom, grabbing the candy bar you bought, unwrapping it and taking a small bite happily. You heard a knock at the door and you went to answer it, it was Jerry again, letting you know that the show was going to be starting soon and that Elvis had wanted you to sit with the rest of them in the editing booth upstairs to get a better view of the show, you took another bite of your candy bar and sat it down on the table before following Jerry upstairs now. You were so excited to this performance that Elvis felt so passionate about and as you were walking through the halls, you could hear the colonel yelling about a Christmas song and how Elvis supposed to be singing that instead, you watched as everyone just ignored him because they knew Steve’s plan already was set in motion. Once you got upstairs, you slowly walked into the room where the rest Elvis’ friends were along with Steve Binder, you looked out to the stage where you saw Elvis standing in front a huge neon sign that said his name, he was dressed in an all-white suit, handsome as ever, you were amazed and he hadn’t even started singing yet.

You took a seat next to Steve, watching Elvis and in awe of him and then you hear Steve speaking to someone through a speaker and telling them they’re ready, you hear the music start to play and the cameras getting into place, then you heard that amazing voice of his ringing out throughout the whole studio, everyone was silent watching this breathtaking performance, you could not only feel the emotion as he sang you could see it, it brought tears to your eyes watching him in his element, so beautiful, so graceful. The feelings you had for him intensifying in that moment, everyone was in complete shock, the smiles on everyone faces showed how proud they were of him and the special overall. You watched as the show came to close and Elvis walking off the stage and to his dressing room, you immediately got up from your seat to go down to see him, when you saw him in walking into his dressing room, you ran inside wanting to tell him how great he was an when you approached him, he was sitting down and you could see the tears streaming down his face and you hugged him almost immediately, he took you into his embraced, hugging your waist, his head resting against your abdomen, holding onto tightly as he cried, you leaned down to kiss the top of his head, you whispered to him softly, “That was amazing, Elvis. Truly amazing.” He looked up at you with a smile, wiping the tears from his face. “Thank you, baby.” He says in a soft tone.

Suddenly the door to the dressing room burst opened and it was all the guys coming to congratulate him and he quickly pulled back from you, wiping his face and standing up, clearing his throat a bit, and acting as if nothing happened, you watched how quickly his soft demeaner changed and was acting like one of the guys now. You quietly looked on with a smile as they hugged him and joked around, praising his performance. They started talking about a party they were going to after the show to celebrate, they convinced Elvis to go and he shoo them out now, shutting the door behind them. He turned his attention back to you, “How’s a party sound tonight, little one?” he smiled. “Sounds like it’ll be fun! I’ll have to change.” You exclaimed. You grabbed your overnight bag and opened it, looking at the different choices you brought. Elvis smiled and came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing small kisses against your cheek, mumbling softly, “I hope you’ll be wearing something special for me.” He smirked. You stopped for a moment and placed your hands over his and giggled softly, “I’ll see what I can come up with then. You should go get cleaned up and changed yourself. God knows how long you’ll spend on your hair.” You teased with a giggle. He chuckled softly and placing another kiss onto your cheek before pulling away and heading into the bedroom part of his dressing room and into the bathroom, you could hear him turning on the shower. It didn’t even cross your mind that you had thrown those pregnancy tests in the bathroom and never took the trash out.

While Elvis was in the bathroom you finally found an outfit you liked and one you knew he would like, it was a white turtleneck top with a plaid miniskirt and pair of lace-up white go go boots to match. You undressed and placed your other clothes back in your bag and then you began to put on your new outfit that was for the party, once you were dressed you went over to the mirror in the dressing room, touching up your make up a bit and adding some red lipstick and pair of earrings. You decided to keep your hair down, brushing it a bit as you heard Elvis turn the shower off, you were excited for him to see your outfit, especially because you decided to not wear any panties. Elvis got out of the shower and put on his robe, as he was grabbing a towel to dry his hair he happened to glance down at the small trashcan, completely stopped in his tracks when he realized what he was looking at and he set the towel down and reached down to grab one of the tests that said negative, he was utterly confused and wasn’t sure if it was yours or maybe someone else had been in his dressing room.

Meanwhile you were brushing your hair and humming to yourself happily as you hear the bathroom door open, Elvis emerging from the bedroom. “N/A?” he said quite serious. You turned to face him and then when you saw what was in his hands, the smile had dropped from your face and you felt your heart drop into your stomach, not knowing what to say. Dammit, why didn’t I get rid of them. You were quiet now. “Is this yours? Don’t lie to me, honey.” He said sternly. You felt like you couldn’t speak and now he was staring at you, waiting for you to answer him. “I-I… Um… Yes…” you said hesitantly. You couldn’t tell if he was upset that you didn’t tell him or upset that it was negative, or both. “You thought you were pregnant and didn’t think to tell me? Why?” he asked. “I-I didn’t think it was important to tell you if it was negative…. If it was positive of course I would’ve told you. But I was freaking out. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to scare you.” You began to ramble on nervously, but you noticed he seemed to be slightly disappointed, as if he was hoping it was positive. “I would’ve liked to have known either way, no matter the outcome I would be here for you. You also can’t just leave something like this around. Anyone could come in here and then that’s how rumors start.” He stated.

You nodded your head slowly at his words, he sat the test down and made his way over to you, taking you into his arms, hugging you, you lifted your arms up to wrap around his waist, holding him tight, a bit relieved that he wasn’t angry with you, but you couldn’t help but feel like he was disappointed. Did he want kids? Elvis wouldn’t admit this to you in this moment, but he was a bit disappointed, it’s not the most responsible way to have a child, but he had thought about having children, he wanted them someday, especially because it was something his mother had wanted for him along with marriage. He just never found someone to have those things with yet. “I’m not upset with you; I hope you know. I just would like for you to be honest with me about things. I want you to feel like you can trust me and come to me about anything.” He said as he pulled back from you now. “I know, I’m sorry for not telling you. It won’t happen again.” You uttered softly. “Now… Let me get a good look at my girl.” He took your hands into his and stepped back now, looking you up and down with a grin. “Hot damn.” He said with a small chuckle. “You look amazing, baby.” He said happily. “Thank you.” You giggled and you pulled your hands back and were gently pushing him toward the bedroom. “Now you’ve gotta get dressed. We don’t want to be late for the party.” you said playfully.

“Alright, alright.” He laughed and turning around, heading back into the bedroom to get changed, you took a seat on the couch, crossing your legs as you waited for him, his mind was still on the pregnancy test and if it had been positive, yes, he’s only known you for a few weeks, but he’d be excited about having a child, especially with it being with you because he already had such strong feelings for you. He had decided on a causal outfit, he wore a black dress shirt, with a pair of black pants, which his shirt was tucked into pants, he tied the outfit together with his metal concho belt that was a bit flashy, but it was the usual flair Elvis loved, then he put one of his necklaces on and a few rings on his fingers, and his black ankle boots, he styled his hair back and left it loose in the front where some of it fell right above his brow bone, once he was ready he came walking out with a smile. “How do I look?” he exclaims happily. Your eyes lit up at the sight of him, he looked so handsome, but that was a given he literally looked good in everything, you loved the way he always kept a few buttons undone on his shirts, your eyes staring at his chest, biting down on your bottom lip, then snapping yourself out of it. “Handsome as always” you say as you got up from the couch and moved toward him, kissing his cheek gently, he took your hand into his intertwining your fingers together, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a small kiss against the back of your hand.

You smiled at him and quickly grabbed your purse as he opened the door and began to lead the way out, the both of you walking hand and hand outside to one of his Cadillacs, he opened the passenger door for you and you climbed into the fancy car, he closed the door, and you watched as he got in on the driver’s side. You began the journey to the house party up in the Hollywood hills, it was a bit of a drive, and you were excited, but also nervous because you’ve never been to something like this. You knew you’d be seeing a whole new side to Elvis’ world. As he drove, he reached over to rest his hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze as he glanced over at you with a smirk. His very touch drove you crazy especially when he touched your thighs. “Mm.. You look amazing in that outfit.” He hummed. You could feel his hand slowly inching up your mini skirt, you smirked to yourself, his hand just inches from your pussy, he raised an eyebrow as he glanced over at you and then back at the road, “No panties? Fuck… You’re askin’ it for it tonight, huh?” he laughed softly. “Maybe…. You had such an amazing performance I’d figured I could reward you…” you teased. “Oh, how else do you plan on rewarding me, baby?” he said playfully.

You smirked as you looked down toward his pants and you could already tell he was getting hard, you reached over now placing your hand over his bulge, rubbing your hand up against it slowly, he let out a soft groan as he glanced down at your hand and then back at the road, “Oh, fuck… Are you trying to make us crash, woman?” he laughed. You grinned and now you pulled his hand away from your thigh and you sat up now on your knees and turning to face him, you were happy that his car had tinted windows, you reached your hands over to his pants, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, reaching your hand inside his pants to pull his cock out, which was now fully hard. He was doing his best now to pay attention to the road, but you were making it very difficult. “The best kind of reward.” he said with a smirk. You brought your hand up to your mouth spitting onto it and then wrapping it around his cock, pumping it slowly, and he began to groan softly. You loved being able to make those noises come out of his mouth.

You leaned down now so your face was in his lap, your back arched and your ass in the air, since you were wearing a mini skirt, your bare ass was peeking out of it, you brushed your hair behind your ears and then took his cock back in your hand, you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum and then dragged your tongue up and down along the base of his cock. “Goddamn…” he mumbled out between his groans. You now wrapped your lips around his cock, taking him slowly into your mouth and you started to bob your head up and down on it, your hand now placed firmly at the base as you took his cock deeper into your mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat, you gagged softly, pulling him out and wrapping your hand around his now spit covered cock, pumping him in your hand once more before forcing him back into your mouth, bobbing your head faster. “Shit… N/A… Just like that, baby.” He moaned softly, trying his best focus on the road, he was driving a bit erratic now.

He kept his left hand on the steering wheel and reached his right arm to place his hand on your bare ass, rubbing it gently before giving it a few hard slaps, you yelped softly around his cock, you feel the wetness pooling between your legs as he spanked you, each slap becoming hard and then he rubbed his hand over the area he slapped, gripping your ass tightly in his hands, you moaned out around his cock, taking him deep again as you wiggled your ass against his hand playfully. This time when took him deep he moved his hand from your ass down to your hair, grabbing a hand full and now guiding your head and forcing you to take him deep, when he hit the back of your throat he held you there for a moment, the sounds of your gagging growing louder within the car, your eyes watering. “Fucckkk… there you go. I want to hear you gagging on that cock, mama” he said under his heavy groans, pulling your head up roughly to let you catch your breath.

Your face was a mess now with your own spit and your red lipstick slightly smear, Elvis’ cock was now also stained with your lipstick, before you could have another moment to breath, he was pushing your head back down on his cock, fucking your throat now. His groans now turning into louder moans, his eyes wanting to roll back but he knew he had to keep his eyes on the road. “Godddamn, you’re gonna make me cum…” he whined. He held your head down again, his cock deep in your throat, causing you to gag louder, spit pooling from the sides of your mouth, you felt his hips bucking, you knew he was about to blow his load into your throat, you heard him now between his moans and soft whines, “Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, baby…” he gripped tighter on your hair and you felt his warm cum hit the back of your throat, the car slightly swerving as he did, you swallowed all of it and he now he was pulling your head back up, his cock popping out of your mouth, you let out a loud gasp catching your breath, smirking at him as you watched the expression his face.

You licked your lips slowly and let out a soft giggle, his cock was a mess now covered in your saliva and lipstick stained, he tucked his cock back into his pants, you helped button them back up for him, fixing his belt, leaned over to press a quick kiss to your messy lips, he mumbled softly, “Thank you, baby.” He smirked. “You’re very welcome.” You grinned and turned back in your seat, sitting back down again, wincing softly as you did because of how hard Elvis had spanked you, smoothing out your skirt and reaching into your purse for your mirror and lipstick, grabbing a tissue out to wipe your face a bit as you fixed yourself up again, you both had finally arrived at the party, Elvis parking the car along with the rest of the cars that lined up the driveway.

As you continued to fix your makeup and your hair, you glanced over at Elvis with a smile as he was readjusting his pants, muttering softly as you reapplied your lipstick, “So, who’s house is this?” you asked curiously. “I don’t know some guy that was working on the special, I haven’t really formally met him.” he says before stepping out of the car and lighting a cigar, you nodded slowly and finished up, throwing your lipstick and mirror back into your purse and then stepping out of the car, fixing your outfit and running over to where Elvis was standing, smiling up at him as he smoked, he held the cigar between his fingers as he leaned over to kiss your cheek gently, taking your hand into his as you two began to walk up the driveway, you intertwined your fingers with his. You were kinda of nervous because all of Elvis’ close friends were here and you were going to be formally meeting them now and you weren’t sure how he was going to introduce you because you two haven’t put a label on what you have.

As you both approached the front door, it already open and the two of you walked inside and you were in awe of how big the house and the amount of people, a few entertainers, actors, Elvis’ Memphis mafia and their wives and then a few other girls that were just invited. The moment Elvis walked in the attention was turned to him and everyone was congratulating him and yelling his name. You can tell he loved every minute of it as you watched him with a smile, him trying to be as humble as possible, this was all new to you still, so you stayed quiet, clinging to Elvis until he decided to introduce you to everyone, pulling away from you slightly, “I’d like for you all to meet my girl. C’mon, honey, give us a little spin.” You could feel your face becoming red from how everyone was looking at you and Elvis wanting you to spin for them, you wish he hadn’t done that. Now you were spinning around awkwardly for them, Elvis now placing his cigar between his lips and clapping which caused everyone else to join in. “Boy, she’s beautiful, ain’t she?” he said with chuckle. You rolled your eyes a bit at his comment, hoping no one saw and you just smiled at everyone, noticing that Elvis was starting to act different.

“Thank you, everyone. Enjoy yourselves.” He said with a smile, grabbing a hold of your hand again and leading you away into another room where some of the wives were, Elvis turning to you and kissing your cheek. “Make yourself comfortable, darlin’. I’m just going to go talk to a few people.” You nodded your head slowly at his words, a little disappointed because you wanted to spend time with just him at his party as he walked away you made yourself comfortable on the couch with a few of the other women, who were much older than you, but they had no issues making you feel Included in their conversation. Elvis had ventured off into the house, talking to some of the guys and some of the friends he had made in Hollywood, a few girls were also making conversation with him, being a little too touchy and flirty, but Elvis being Elvis didn’t resist it. After while you excused yourself to go see where he went off to because you thought he’d be back and spend time with you like he wanted.

You walked around the house a bit searching for him, then you heard his contagious hiccupping laugh, and you smiled as you walked a bit quicker toward the sound, but when you saw him that smile suddenly disappeared when you saw the two women around him, them flirting with him and him flirting back, you suddenly felt yourself getting upset and a bit jealous. He’s here with me. Why is he doing this? You stormed off, doing your best to not make a scene and cry in front of these people, so you went to the bar and even though you weren’t old enough to drink, they still serviced you anyway, asking for a rum and coke, drinking it down, gagging quietly at the taste of the rum, but asking for another. Fuck Elvis.

You were now four rum and cokes deep and feeling a bit tipsy, suddenly you heard a familiar voice behind you, “N/a?” You turned around to see it was Jerry and you had the biggest smile plastered on your face, giving him a hug. “Jerry!” you exclaimed.

He returned the hug and then pulled back a bit, “Whoa, someone’s been drinking, huh? Are you even older enough to drink?” he laughed. You shrugged your shoulders a bit, “They didn’t ask for an ID.” you giggled and then you got an idea, it was a stupid idea but were too tipsy to even give it another thought, if Elvis was going to do what he wanted, so would you. You grabbed a hold of Jerry’s hand and leading him over to a couple of empty chairs by the bar, you sat down on one and patted the other for him, he laughed and sat down with you. “I think we may have to cut you off, N/A.” he chuckled. You reached over to rest your hand over Jerry’s and gently brushing your fingers against his hand. “Don’t be a party pooper, Jerry.” You say playfully. He raised an eyebrow, pulling his hand away, Elvis was only in the other room and if he saw you touching up on his friend, he would lose his mind, Jerry tried to be as polite as possible because it was pretty obvious you were drunk, but then you started grazing your leg up against his with a smile, placing your hand on his thigh and very obviously flirting with him. “You’re very handsome and sweet Jerry, unlike someone we know.” You say in a singsong voice, laughing. Jerry nodded his head a bit, “Thank you, maybe we should get you some water.” He suggested a bit concerned now.

Now you were getting up and wrapping your arms around him and by this point Elvis was walking into the room because he was heading back to where you were until he spotted you at the bar with Jerry, your arms around him and Jerry trying his best to sit you back down, in that moment Elvis was enraged, his jaw clenched, and he quickly walked over to you, grabbing you by the arm roughly and yanking you back from Jerry, you yelped softly and looking over to see it was Elvis. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” he yelled and now the room fell silent, and everyone’s eyes were on the two of you, you tried yanking your arm away from him. “I’m just doing what you do! Now let go of me!” you yelled back. Elvis began to realize everyone was staring and he let go of your arm and you then ran upstairs to one of the bedrooms, slamming the door shut and locking it, you burst into tears. You fucking idiot. This was not like you, the drinking, embarrassing yourself the way you just did, but it was because of Elvis and how crazy he made you feel, you sat down on the bed crying softly, wanting nothing more than to leave now.

Meanwhile Elvis was downstairs doing his best to apologize and excusing himself as he went upstairs now, he was still pissed and embarrassed about the drunken display you put on downstairs, he approached the door of the bedroom you were in, trying to open it but then realizing it was locked so he began to bang on it now, you gasped because it scared you, but you ignored him, staying quiet. “Open this damn door, woman.” You heard him shout. You still said nothing and the banging on the door only grew louder. “N/A, if you don’t open this door, by god I’ll kick it down.” He barked. You slowly got up from the bed, wiping your tears away as you slowly approached the door, unlocking it and opening it slowly and then he suddenly burst into the door, you stumbled back a bit as the door slammed shut behind him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Embarrassing me like that by being all over Jerry!” he shouted. You furrowed your brow a bit at him, he had some nerve to be upset. “I embarrassed you, Elvis?! I saw you with those two girls flirting them!” you screamed. “Those girls mean nothing to me! I was just being nice is all.” He argued back. “HA, nice? Well, I guess I was just being nice with Jerry! You brought me here to this party and then you weren’t even paying me any mind!” you yelled. “You practically were trying to fuck Jerry in front of everyone like some slut!” he hollered. Your eyes widen at his words, and you brought your hand up and slapped him. “Fuck you, Elvis!” you shouted.

He was in shock and let out a soft chuckle as he nodded his head, “Mm.. Mhmm.” he uttered softly and then he grabbed you pushed you up against the wall, his body pressed up against yours, you yelped softly and squirmed underneath his grip, “Let me go!” you squealed, his face close to yours now. “Why do you insist on making me jealous? Why? I told you several times that you’re mine.” He said sternly. You rolled your eyes at him, laughing a bit in his face. “You’re kidding, right? You have a funny way of showing it. How do you think I feel? Seeing you with those girls… If I’m yours then that means you’re mine!” you exclaimed. He was quiet now; you were staring at him intensely, your hands reaching up to grip his shirt in them, pulling him closer. “What? Do you not have anything to say now? Do I need to show you that you’re mine? That I don’t want you flirting with other women either.” A more dominating side of you was coming out and maybe it was alcohol or you being angry with him or a combination of both. You felt his grip loosening up on you now, now you were pushing him, and he stumbled back a bit toward the bed, “Answer me, Elvis… Do I need to show you that you’re mine?!” you barked, and he was looking at you now his eyes not filled with anger, but with lust he was getting turned by this and he nodded his head slowly, “Yes…” he mumbled.

A smirk formed on your lips at how submissive he was becoming and you were pushing him some more now until he stumbled back against the bed and was sat down on it now, his legs manspreading as usual, you stood in between them, your hands resting on his thighs as you leaned down toward his face, your lips hovering above his as your eyes met, you whispered against then, “You’ll never want to look at another woman again.” You teased, placing a soft kiss to his lips as you slowly dropped down to your knees in front of him, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, tugging them down his legs, his cock springing out and already hard, still covered in your lipstick from earlier, he kicked off his boots and stepped out of his pants, your hands resting on his thighs, rubbing them gently before lifting a hand up to brush your hair back and then grasping his cock with it, he let out a soft groan already, you stared up at him as you leaned your head down, pressing your lips gently against the head of his cock, your tongue swirling around small amount of precum that coated the head of his cock already, you pressed some more kisses along the length of his cock and then sticking your tongue back out and dragging it back up to the head of cock, then you spit onto it, slowly pumping his cock in your hand, your eyes fluttering up to look at him again. His head was already tilted back, breathing heavily as he let out soft groans, “Fuck.” He muttered softly.

You continued to pump his cock quickly in your hand, but then you slowly stopped and pulled away and he let out a frustrated groan, “The fuck?” he mumbled. You smirked at him, patting his thighs gently as you stood back up, “You don’t get to take control tonight… At least not now.” You say teasingly, smirking at him as you brought your hands down to start slowly unbuttoning his shirt, your hands running up and down his bare chest, you loved how hairy his chest was, it turned you on, you suddenly push him back roughly so that he was laying against the bed and he scoot himself up against the bed as he watched you closely with eager eyes, biting down on his bottom lip, he liked for a woman to take charge and dominate him even though he’d never tell anyone that, but it was something he secretly loved. You grabbed the bottom of your sweater and pulled up over your head, tossing it to the ground and then you reached around to unhook your bra and removing it, smirking over at him as you continued to stare at you hungrily, you tossed over with your sweatshirt, then stepping out of your boots and kicking them to the side, your mini skirt being the only thing you leave on.

You climbed onto the bed now, hovering above him as your thighs rested on either side of him, since you hadn’t worn any panties tonight your pussy was sitting directly against his cock, which caused a soft groan to escape his lips, you bit down on your bottom lip as you watched him beneath him, you feel yourself becoming wet just from the feeling of his hard member against you, so you slowly began to grind yourself against his cock. “Mm.. fuck..” he mumbled softly, reaching his hands down to grab your waist, but you grabbed his hands before he could do that and brought his arms up to rest above his head, your hands intertwining with his as you held them there, leaning down closer to him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, “Uh huh, no touching.” You cooed against his lips, his eyes rolling with a small smirk on his lips, now you began to move your hips faster against him, pressing yourself firmly against him as you humped him faster, now soft moans were escaping your lips as you became more turned on, the slick between your legs coating his cock. Now he started to move his hips upward against you, gaining more friction between the two of you as humped each other, his head tilting back slightly as he groaned out in pleasure, your hands grasping one another tighter the faster you both moved against each other.

Your face was still close to his and your lips hovering close together and in between your soft moans you whispered to him, “Tell me, baby… Tell me you’re mine…” you smirked as you rode against his cock faster, he was already breathing heavy, dry humping just always did it for him, his words airy and mumbled, “Fuck… I-I’m yours, baby..” and you grinned at his words. “I can’t hear you, baby.. Say it again….” You teased. He let out a frustrated groan, tilting his head up to look at you. “I’m-m yours, baby… All yours…” he said louder now. “P-Please… Can we-“ he says before you cut him off. “Hm? What do you want, baby?” you hummed teasingly. “I-I want to be inside you.” He begged. That only made you get a fun idea, now you let go of his hands and you pulled yourself off him, sitting on the bed now. “Get up and get down on the floor on your knees and let me hear you beg for this pussy...” you giggled softly and then biting on your bottom lip. You didn’t know what had gotten into you, but you were enjoying it and so was he.

He sat up now looking at you with a raised eyebrow when he heard what you said, “W-What?” he questioned. “You heard me, Elvis. If you want to fuck me, I want you to get down on your knees and beg for it.” You demanded now. He was in shock at you saying something like that but he slowly got up off the bed now, as he moved you positioned yourself in front of him, legs open, moving your mini skirt up further so he could have a good view of your wet pussy that was just throbbing for him, you were so turned on by this and you could tell he was too, he slowly got down on his knees in front of you, his eyes watching you carefully, licking his lips at the sight of you, you brought your right leg up now and placed your foot against his chest when you saw him trying to move closer toward you. “Beg.” You said sternly. His hands reaching up brush up against your thighs slowly, he spoke quietly now, “Please… I want you so bad. I-I want that pussy so bad.” He begged, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. “Lemme hear it one more time, baby..” you teased, resting your foot now over his left shoulder as you waited for him to say it again. “I want you, baby… So bad... Please… I can’t take it.” he begged and now he leaned forward to press softly sloppy kisses to your right thigh, and he mumbled, “Please, little one…” between kisses. You moved your leg back from him now and you rolled your eyes playfully, “Well, come and take what’s yours then, Elvis.” You said playfully.

You didn’t have to tell him twice he already back up on his feet and now he grabbed you by your waist, picking you up and throwing you in the middle of the bed and flipping you over onto your stomach, you yelped softly at how rough he was being, he climbed onto the bed, directly behind you now and he grabbed a hold of your hips and pushed the upper body down against mattress so that your back was arched, he let out a soft whimper and he then pushed your skirt up higher, your bare ass exposed to him now, he gave it a few hard slaps which caused you to wince softly, “Being such a fucking tease..” he grumbled softly. He was wasting anymore time now and he grabbed a hold of his cock, guiding your ass cheeks and moving it down, the head of his cock brushing up against your wet folds now, “Fuck me, Elvis..” you mumbled softly against the mattress, before you could say anything else he was shoving his cock roughly into your pussy and now he wasn’t going easy on you like he did before, “E-Elvis… fuck…” you cried out softly.

He used his left hand to grip your hips tighter and forcing you back against him so that his cock was balls deep inside of you now, you moaned out softly and he brought his right hand up to your face that was pressed up against the mattress firmly, he stuck two of his fingers into your mouth, you moaned out against them loudly, sucking on them slowly as he began to fuck you hard, thrusting his hips against you and each thrust got rougher, he was groaning softly, “Mmm… You’ll think twice next time before you throw yourself onto another man like a fuckin’ slut.” He barked. Your eyes rolling back as he fucked you, nodding your head slowly at his words. “Yes, daddy…” you mumbled out against his fingers. He removed his fingers from your mouth and now moved his hand to wrap around your throat, pulling your head up slightly as he began to squeeze his hand around it, your moans only grew louder, and you began to moan out his name repeatedly, echoing throughout the room. “E-Elvis… Elvis… B-baby… mm..” you mumbled almost breathless; you could already feel your orgasm slowly building in the pit of your stomach.

Before you got a chance to realize what was happening, he was pulling out of you and flipping you over onto your back now, grabbing your thighs and wrapping them around his waist and plunging his cock deep inside of your pussy against, you titled your head back moaning out loudly, your arms wrapping his torso, your nails clawing at his back as your eyes rolled back and fluttered shut, his hand finding your throat again and squeezing tighter than before and the sounds of each other moans filling the hair, his cock was buried deep inside of you as you tightened your grip around his waist, his face close to yours as he was breathing out heavily, beads of sweat on his forehead and falling onto you, he grazed his teeth slowly against your bottom lip, he was getting close to his orgasm now. “Open your fucking eyes... I want you looking at me when I cum inside of you. I’m gonna make sure you get pregnant this time...” he demanded. You opened your eyes at his words and tilted your head forward to look at him, his deep blue eyes staring intensely into yours, he slammed once more into your pussy, his hips bucking, you tried your best to keep your eyes open but you felt the intensity of your orgasm growing, scratching at his back as your legs began to shake, “F-Fuck… I-I’m gonna cum…” he moaned out in a shaky airy tone. You pulled him firmly against you now your chest pressed against his and you whispered against his ear, “Come for me, baby…” as you suddenly reached your own orgasm, the two of you cumming together as your bodies moved in sync now, you could feel his warm cum deep inside of you as you cried out his name.

You both riding out your orgasms together until you both came to a complete stop, his body collapsing on top of you, his face buried in your neck as he tried to catch his breath, your head tilted back as you tried to catch your own, the both of you a sweaty mess, he finally lifted his head up to look at you, his hands reaching up to brush your hair out of your face as he kissed your lips softly, you returned his soft sloppy kiss, not letting him pull away just yet as you deepened the kiss, reaching a hand up to tangle in his hair as you bit at his bottom lip playfully before pulling your lips back with a smirk and now he was pulling out of you and moving to lay beside you tiredly, he let out a soft airy chuckle, his hands resting on his chest. “Goddamn, woman.” He said softly with a smile. You giggled softly at his words as you turned onto your side now to face him, your arm propped up and your hand resting against your head. “Too much for you, old man?” you teased. He shook his head with a smirk. “Never...” he said. “So…. Does this mean we forgive each other?” you said innocently, bringing your left hand up to rest against his chest, twirling your fingers in his chest hair. He looked at you with a smile and nodded. “Yes, baby.” He said softly. “Does it also mean that we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now…” you said knowing how childish that sounded but you didn’t care, you just wanted a label on what you have, especially if he gets you pregnant this time. He chuckled softly at your words and now he was turning onto his side to face you now, bringing a hand up to your face and brushing the pad of his thumb against your cheek gently, nodding. “It certainly does, little one.” And he leaned toward you kissing you softly and you returned each of his kisses happily. He’s mine and I’m his…

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