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Someone's Wife in the Boat of Someone's Husband .1

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(Joel Miller x F!Reader)

Summary: What do you do when you meet a woman, have a child, get married, and then find the love of your life?

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A Joel infidelity AU

Content Warnings: Discussions of alcoholism and parent death.

Rating: Explicit 18+

A/N: Hi, everyone. Welcome to the new story.

Disclaimer to begin with. Joel is married in this, but it is, and always has been, a marriage of convenience. There has never been any sort of emotional or physical intimacy between him and his wife apart from when Sarah was conceived.

Like always, I promise there will be a happy ending, and that there will be lots of other fun :) stuff to make up for the occasional tears.

I appreciate you all so much. Happy (lol I guess) reading. xx

Art is The pain that keeps on giving, Noelia Towers, (2018-2019). Title of the story comes from this film.

Word Count: 6.8K

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Life changes in the instant. The ordinary instant.

Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

The first time you’d fucked, it was like you’d never been touched by a man before. The first time he’d looked at you, like you’d never been seen, in the entirety of your existence, prior to that moment. Every other time after that, every touch, every look, was the same – a rebirth of sorts. And a devastation. Something not to be understood or conceptualized, only experienced.

Taking that into account, it’s no surprise that things unfolded as they did – ended as they did.

“Please, please, come with us,” Gerri drags the vowels out and hits you with the puppy dog eyes. You shake your head at her, smiling, packing up your supplies from tonight’s lesson. “It’s going to be so fun, I promise. Tommy’s sister-in-law hates my guts, I know, what-fucking-ever, but my sister and her girlfriend will be there, and my best friend’s planning on coming too. And there’s an extra bedroom, it’ll be perfect, I swear.”

“Yeah, I remember the sister-in-law from Easter.” Of course you remember her from that day. Gerri had invited you to their family barbecue, and the woman had pitched a fit that Tommy’s girlfriend, somehow posed as an insult, had dared invite someone without asking her permission first. It was also the first time you’d met him. And he was, by far and large, the reason you’d stayed away and evaded all subsequent invitations since then. Even if his wife had unapologetically said to your face that she found it crazy that people still party crashed, no matter that that hadn’t been what you’d meant to do, hadn’t known you were party crashing. She’d also thrown away the bunny cake you’d stayed up the entire night before making. No gluten in the house or something, even though the hamburger and hot dog buns had all been regular.

“Oh my fucking God, Easter. Don’t even remind me. I know, I know.” She gives you a pointed look and you huff a laugh at her. “But that was months ago. Her and Joel were on the outs then, or… had just gotten back together… I can’t ever keep up. And well… they’re still on the outs now–” She scrunches up her face into the cutest little frown. You love Gerri so much. From the first moment she’d shown up for your Tuesday night ceramics class at the community college, she’d immediately decided that not only were you going to propel her into the upper echelons of the great sculptors of the world, the greater Austin area – her words, not yours, but she’d also immediately decided that you were going to be friends, and no, you did not have a choice in the matter.

“But they’re always on the outs. And things haven’t been as bad recently – according to Tommy. But honestly the fuck does he know about all that anyways. My poor baby is so clueless – but still, please, please please,” she begs, pouts your name over and over again. “Please, come with us?” She brings her clasped hands up under her chin in a pleading gesture, hits you with the puppy dog eyes again.

You were so grateful for her. Despite your recalcitrance, it’d always been hard for you to make friends. A byproduct of who your mother was, being an only child, a largely solitary upbringing, et cetera, et cetera. You’d needed Gerri’s tenacious spark and kindness to pull you out of your shell. She wanted you to join her, her boyfriend Tommy, and their friends and family at a house they’d rented on Lake Austin for the weekend as a sort of end of summer farewell. And you did – you wanted to go, bunny cake murdering sister-in-law and all, but there was the issue of him.

You were… there was not a single phrase for what it was your mind turned into when that man and his name and his face invaded your psyche. So you’d done your best to avoid him in your mind and in real life, at all costs. He was – he was not something you were capable of considering.

“I’m not sure if I can, Ger–” you say slowly, wracking your brain for an excuse. “There was– one of the other teachers at the elementary school–” Your day job, when you weren’t teaching night class ceramics, was as an elementary school art teacher, “Asked if I’d cover for them on Friday – summer school.” Stupid excuse, you roll your eyes at yourself.

“Oh, shut up. The summer camp classes end early – you told me that last time! You could drive up after.” She sidles up to you now, rests her curly haired head on your shoulder. “Please, you’ve said no to everything I’ve invited you to since Easter. You aren’t avoiding me because of the shitshow that was, are you?”

“No, of course not.” Yes, yes you were. Just not for the reason she thought. “I would just hate to impose–”

“You wouldn’t! I swear you wouldn’t be!”

“You all already have your plan, and I–”

“No! No. My sister’s the one renting the house, and she said I could invite whoever I wanted. So, no one can say anything,” she sticks her tongue out, rolling her eyes. “And Joel said I should invite you too. I’m pretty sure he still feels badly about last time also.” Fucking hell, you did not want him feeling bad for you. At all. Ever. You did not want him ever thinking about you ever, ever, ever.

You stand over the kitchen trash bin, staring at your destroyed cake. Your grandmother used to make it every Easter. Four separate cake loaves all cut into the shapes for a face, two big pointy ears, and a cute little bow tie, with a pineapple filling, and all covered in little flakes of coconut and your homemade vanilla frosting. You used jelly beans to make the eyes and nose and dark frosting out of a piping bag for the whiskers and mouth. It was your favorite cake, one of your favorite memories, one of the only good ones.

“Fucking Christ, she did not throw it away. Please, don’t tell me that’s the cake you brought.” Large hand gently placed between the wings of your shoulder blades to peer around you, not touching, but still there, still very close, and yes, that’s it, you’ve gotta get the fuck out of there now, away from this man.

“Oh, no. It’s okay – I– I mean– I should’ve asked before. I didn’t know you all were gluten free. I should’ve asked…”

“What? Glu–” he frowns. You knew his wife, Eva, had made that up. You step away from him, from his large warm palm that feels like it’s burning through your clothes and skin. He was really, really and truly the most unfairly gorgeous man you’d ever seen. He fucking terrified you. “Oh, yeah. The gluten.” He went along with the lie, passing the offending palm over his mouth, the wiry scruff of his beard rasping softly against what you imagined to be work roughened skin. He’d said he was a contractor.

Gerri had invited you to her boyfriend's brother’s house for the Easter holiday. It was the first invitation to something you’d gotten since you’d moved to Austin six months ago, and you’d been so, so happy that she’d asked, had felt so sad you’d not have anyone to share your cake with. You’d planned to take it to work with you to leave in the teacher’s lounge for everyone to share. The thought had made the back of your eyes pinch, for some reason.

“It’s alright. I actually need to head out. Could you let Gerri know? I– I’m–” you couldn’t think of a lie, and he was staring at you like he knew you had no real excuse – like he knew you were uncomfortable and out of place and were just looking for an excuse to leave. Embarrassment burned in your cheeks.

“Don’t go, please. Stay for a while longer. I’m – fuck– I apologize about the cake–”

“No, no– really it’s–” you held out a staying hand, but he’d cut off your false appeasement.

“Please, stay.” He’d taken a step forward, closer to your retreating form, and you’d felt almost faint, dizzy at the image of him stepping closer to you. He was so tall, huge really, broad chest, thick arms, dark, lush curls and a scruffy jaw, a peek of chest hair covering the tantalizing golden skin at the opened button of his shirt. Sexy, deep Southern twang. The loveliest, warmest eyes you think you’d ever probably seen. You were going to try and mix the exact color of them when you got home, even though you knew you shouldn’t. You hadn’t been interested in a man in months, maybe longer, couldn’t remember the last time you’d had a crush, an anything on anyone, and now this man. Suddenly, blindingly, out of fucking nowhere – so damn attractive. Your eyes had fluttered shut for a second and you’d swallowed, trying to regain your balance – you’d known him for all of two hours and he already made you feel unbalanced. You needed to leave.

“Really, Joel,” his name on your tongue almost had a taste, “It’s okay.”

“He– He did?” you stutter. “He shouldn’t feel bad – he has nothing to feel bad about, it was nothing.” Lie – lie, lie, lie. Meeting him that day had been – it had been everything. You’d thought about it, him, for months afterwards. The sight of him with his three year old daughter, Sarah, the sweetest little thing you’d ever seen. Helping her hunt for the Easter eggs he’d hidden around their backyard, letting her crack the bright confetti filled shells over his head. His excitement for her when she’d finally found the basket he’d made up for her. He was a good father.

“Yeah, and Tommy said he’d like to see you again too. And I told my sister about you, and she thinks all my pottery’s fucking amazing, by the way, and she wants to meet you too, and she’s even thinking of enrolling in the class next semester so really, really you’re obligated to come.” Fucking menace – she smiles sweetly.

“Oh, fine. Fine, fine. I’ll come.” You’re putting away the last of your tools. “I’ll drive up Friday afternoon when I’m done at the school.”

Immediate hopping squeals, and this is why you love her. She’s so happy, so open and silly, friendly and funny. All the things opposite to your restrained quiet, shy to the point of aggravation, sometimes. You didn’t want your constant refusals to alienate her. You could see him again, it would be fine. You’d met him once for Christ’s sake. It meant nothing. It had probably been nothing that day, heat exhaustion or a stomach ache or something. Nothing to fawn and stress over. You’d just be polite, cordial, keep your distance – especially from his wife. You did not, did not want to provoke her greater dislike. You’d keep your unwanted baking to yourself this time. It would all be fine. You wanted these people to like you, if you were being honest. A little desperately. Gerri and Tommy, her sister you hadn’t yet met – you wanted to be part of their group, one of their friends. They were all so kind, welcoming and fun, you couldn’t ruin this for yourself.

Gerri had spilled the beans on the marriage over one afternoon of too many Mexican martini’s, an Austin specialty, and chips and salsa. They’d gotten married three years ago after Eva had gotten unexpectedly pregnant. Joel was traditional, he’d asked and eventually she’d agreed. They were both older than you, he’d just turned forty recently, and you guessed it’d made sense for them, at the time, but she’d left them soon after Sarah had been born. The marriage, the baby, hadn’t been in her plans, too much for her, Gerri said. They’d been separated for about a year and a half until she’d come back. They seemed to be trying to work it out now. Gerri claimed they were both miserable. You’d only met them the once – well, you’d seen Joel a few weeks ago, from a distance, when Tommy’d come to drop something off for Gerri before class, sitting in their truck. You don’t think he’d seen you – but you thought that their misery was very obviously apparent in that way that was easily recognizable to someone who, at one point, had existed in a house made only of misery. It breaks your heart for them all, in different ways, to recognize that singular brand of dissatisfaction that comes with living in a home where no happiness resided with you.

But the reality of his marriage made you all the more terrified of him. To ever see him again. You wanted no part of that. Didn’t even want to exist in the same vicinity as someone who was experiencing something of that nature. You’d had enough of unhappy marriages and painful households in your own childhood. You never wanted to deal with that again.

You’d read once that infidelity was a hereditary trait. Studies had shown that if you’d had a parent or even a sibling, someone in your household during your development, who’d been unfaithful, you were then more likely to also be unfaithful yourself. Something about that sort of childhood trauma inciting a propensity in the offspring to find it difficult to later on trust romantic partners, to incite trust themselves. Trust issues, emotional unavailability, baggage, blah, blah. Sometimes nature versus nurture was a real bitch, in your opinion.

But as much as you wanted to call bullshit, the thought, the possibility of that being true, filled you with such an intense fear — debilitating, paralyzing, life altering. You found yourself with an immense inability to trust yourself, more than anything. Your greatest fear, the thing that scared you the most in all the world, was that you would be the perpetrator, that you would be the one to commit that sin. That you’d lose control, self awareness, morality, yourself. It wasn’t something your mind could even come to terms with, the possibility of hurting another person that way, betraying them in that manner. It seemed like the worst possible thing in the entire world that you could ever do to someone. After all, you’d watched your mother do it to your father, over and over again, your entire life, up until the point that she’d up and left the both of you. For many years, after her fateful abandoning, you’d watched him drink himself into a stupor and then into a grave. Years of waiting for her to come back, in love with a ghost or a figment of his imagination, for the woman he’d made her out to be, within the ever forgiving and naive confines of his love, had never existed. Something you could see, even through the lenses of your child eyes.

She was an eternally flawed woman. Selfish, vain, manipulative, deceitful, but there was good in her too. She was eccentric and beautiful, and she could be kind, so funny, and immensely intelligent, her mind and wit, always sharp as a whip. It was, you thought, what made her so talented at deceiving others, at getting her way. She outsmarted everyone she came into contact with. But she was also weak and self serving, had never met anyone, in all her life, who she loved more than she loved herself. Not even you. Sometimes, you thought, especially not you. For you were the living reminder of all she’d lost and been forced to give up. It was a difficult, complicated, painful relationship you had with her, even now, all these years later.

After she’d left, she’d kept in contact with you sparingly. The occasional call or birthday card. It had taken her three years to feel like seeing you again after she’d left when you were ten. The pains and awkwardness of puberty long started, endured on your own, before she’d even had the foresight to remember she had a daughter who might need her. It was an exceedingly painful and lonely time for a young girl to survive on her own, but you bore it, as you did the entirety of the fallout that came with her leaving.

Your father was another story entirely. He’d fallen to pieces, completely, the day she’d left and had never had the strength of will to ever pull himself together again. It was a strange sort of existence the two of you had lived in those years, keeping each other company. Physically, he was there, but he was never present, never sentient. He drowned, for years and years, in a sea of pain and liquor, and he never resurfaced. You watched him sink, a young girl incapable of comprehending or acting in a way that could’ve helped him, as much as you wanted to or even tried, all of it was futile. Eventually he hit the bottom of the ocean and died there, and you were left more alone than ever.

You remember there’d only been four people, in total, at his funeral. You and two men from the shithole bar he liked to lose himself at every week and the priest. It was a terribly painful thing to live through on your own. Humiliating in a very specific and acute way, for some reason. To know that this sad, pathetic specimen of a human being had had a hand in creating you, to know that he was your father and that you loved him, despite his weakness, his vices, his lack of care for you, you loved him. And you felt interminably sorry for the creature he’d been turned into at the hands of an uncaring and poisonous love. You hadn’t been able to tell her for ten months, after he’d been dead in the ground, that he’d passed. She’d not called, didn’t like giving you her number, said she was too busy to have to worry about you calling her at all hours of the day, as if you’d asked her for a single thing in the decade since she’d left.

And you loved your mother, even after it all, you did, but it was a poignantly devastating moment, the day you realized she was not just your mother, but her own person, as well. The day that childlike naivety, unconscious self centeredness, was cast away to realize that she was savagely flawed and human, and that she did bad things that hurt good people. And still, and still she was your mother and you loved her. Your greatest influence, the hand that shaped you, and you loved her despite everything. It was only that, after the rose tinted glasses had been ripped away, and she was only then herself, nothing more – pedestal forsaken – she was just a flawed woman who sometimes made mistakes, made the wrong choices, hurt you and your father and fractured your family. That was a hard thing to come to terms with as a young girl.

You realized now, with the lifetime of experience she’d inherited to you, that motherhood built a pedestal and a grave, all at once, over and over again. A woman could vacillate between being the Madonna and the whore, and the cycle was inescapable and destructive and enticing, all at the same time. It was something that one could try to avoid or run away from, but many times, it caught up to most, hooked its claws in you and dragged you away from the things you would’ve wanted or done otherwise. You realized this was what had happened to her. She’d never been built for motherhood, for the responsibility of raising a child, so she’d desecrated the altar of it, taken a sledgehammer to it and freed herself in the only way she saw she could, collateral damage be damned.

And so you’d isolated yourself, for the thought of doing the same thing to someone that you might have loved or someone that loved you, was soul destroying. And that was the saddest part of this whole overly cliché tragedy – that you were sure that, at a certain point in her life, she’d loved your father, as well. Perhaps not enough, not enough to change who she was, what she really wanted, but she had loved him in her own way, nevertheless.

Parallel to the tragedy was the ironic reality that in some very safely guarded part of you, you longed so, so desperately for your own chance at a happy family, love, children. How could you not? When you’d never experienced it for yourself during your own childhood. Always having to make your own meals, get yourself ready for school, alone at ten years old, walking to the bus unaccompanied, no one ever waiting for you, expecting you, watching over you. Alone, alone, always alone. How could you not want to build your own normal, loving, happy family for yourself? You wanted it very badly.

But there was also no part of you that felt, in the most vital ways, capable of showing your underbelly in such a vulnerable way. You had always been too sensitive, a weeper from a long line of weepers, and the second thing you were most terrified of, after turning into your own mother, was being left again, abandoned to another derelict and lonely childhood. So your aloneness suited you, for now. At least, in terms of your romantic life. Your isolation kept you safe, guarded from those that would savage the sensitive and salted battleground that was your heart.

That, however, did not mean that you were immune to wanting, to the disease of yearning, of desire, and so you found it most unfortunate, cosmically laughable and cruel, that it would be this man, this married, beautiful, entirely unattainable man, that would have reminded you of that desire again, after it had lain dormant for so long: Joel.

Joel tried to think of you only in the moments when he was feeling particularly strong. It was a challenge he’d set for himself from that day, all those months ago, when you’d appeared at his house on Easter. Like a fucking angel or a creature out of a fairy book. Soft and luminous and so fucking pretty. No, Joel tried very, very hard not to think of you.

He failed often, though. He’d not forgotten you since that day. Had tried to fish, as subtly as possible, through Tommy, for information. See if he’d heard anything about you from Gerri. Any new details or gossip about the pretty little art teacher. Tommy was a terrible goddamn gossip, like a clucking hen. And Joel knew, he knew empirically, that thinking of you was wrong. That he had a wife that he needed to be respectful of, even if she was never respectful of him, fucking her coworker – or had been… still was — he couldn’t keep track anymore – didn’t really care, if he was being honest. But you, you were the one small, private thing he kept for himself. The thought of you, the image of you in his mind, you were only for his moments of great necessity. You’d been so sweet that afternoon, walking into his home with your bunny cake. That fucking cake haunted him – the look in your eyes as he watched you stand over the trashcan staring at it. He’d been so scared you’d start crying, that he’d have to comfort you, that he’d be able to take you into his arms. He’d been terrified of what would become of him if he’d gotten the opportunity to feel you like that. But no, you’d left. Made up some weak excuse he knew you could see he didn’t buy, and had quietly left, not even saying goodbye to the others. He’d had a terrible one-sided argument with Eva that night. Told her she’d been unnecessarily rude and cruel, doing that to a complete stranger who was just trying to be nice. She hadn’t batted a single eyelash, all his frustration going in one ear and out the other.

He could, to a certain degree, understand where her behavior came from. He knew she was unhappy, he knew she hated their life together. That it was nothing like what she’d ever envisioned for herself, and so she acted out sometimes. At his age, he found now, that you couldn’t ever really fault a person for not being what they’d never been meant to be. He understood this, had accepted that his marriage would never be of the happy or intimate sort. That Eva had never wanted to be a mother, but had felt trapped by circumstance. He dealt with it. Or ignored it. Avoided looking directly at the ugly reality of it, more like. He had Sarah and work and Tommy, and now that his brother was with Gerri things had gotten a little better, happier for the family. She was a good addition – kind and spunky. She was good for his brother, and he was happy for them.

But the day he’d met you – it had made a savage claw of want gouge through his entrails. He’d not remembered the last time he’d wanted something the way he did when he watched you walk out into the backyard long hair shimmering in the sun, and a nervous flush sweeping over the apples of your cheeks. And even if he’d been unattached, free to pursue you like he liked to dream about sometimes, you were so young – much too young and pretty for an old, washed up, has-been like him. But he could imagine it, like he’d said, only when he was feeling particularly strong. Or maybe particularly weak. He couldn’t keep track of which was safer anymore. When the years and work and responsibilities and grief and loneliness surged up too high and overwhelming for him to bear, he liked to think of you in that little yellow sundress. Wonder what it’d be like to be a younger man, to have met you first. A bad, selfish, terrible thought to have. But just in the quiet privacy of his mind, when he needed a small something to make him feel just a little better – he liked to think of you.

The only other time he’d seen you, once when Tommy’d had to drop something for Gerri at the college, he’d insisted on tagging along. Hoping he’d maybe be lucky enough to get a glimpse of you, and oh, he’d been so, so rewarded. You’d been carrying a stack of supplies from your car into the building, one of those spiky things women wore twisted in your hair to keep it up, wisps of your long, heavy locks escaping the knot, and a little, red, spaghetti strapped top. The thin of it on your shoulder had slipped off the delicate wing of your clavicle as you balanced everything you’d carried in your arms and tried to kick your car door closed at the same time. It’d taken everything in him, all the self control he possessed, not to sprint over to you and offer to help you, to fall to his knees at your feet. You’d blown a strand of your hair out of your face, the cutest expression of frustration scrunching your brow. His gut had twisted almost painfully with yearning. He hadn’t even known he was capable of fucking yearning, but he sure as hell did now. He felt it sharply, piercingly, like a knife to the gut. He’d met you once for Christ’s sake, seen you in person only twice, but you plagued him, you plagued him.

He knew it was probably partially a symptom of how alone he was. Lonely to his very core. His marriage had never been a real one, no closeness, no intimacy. A byproduct born of one drunken night, and Joel’s need to do the right thing, give his child a stable home with two parents and all the love he could give her. And Sarah, Sarah was the greatest gift that he’d ever been given. This perfect little person that he still, three years later, could not believe had come from a piece of him.

He’d told Eva that he’d do whatever she wanted, would accept whatever she’d chosen when she’d first realized she was pregnant. She’d refused the alternative route vehemently, and so he’d never suggested it again. If he was being honest, he’d been happy when he’d found out, in some small way. The situation wasn’t ideal, of course, they’d been veritable strangers at that point, but he’d been thirty seven, at the time, and he liked the idea of children. Eva was attractive and intelligent. He’d proposed immediately, gone out and gotten a ring and gotten down on one knee. He’d naively thought that perhaps, eventually, with time, they might grow closer. That idea was squashed quickly. She’d made it clear that she’d never wanted to marry him, but she also didn’t want to go at it alone, knew he was responsible and reliable, and so she’d accepted. And perhaps, he should have tried harder to win her over afterwards, but if he was being as honest as he could be, he wasn’t very interested either, didn’t really mind the lack of intimacy with her. They just weren’t a good match.

She’d left a few months after she’d given birth. Ran off with some guy she’d met – only a note left saying she couldn’t do it anymore. He hadn’t tried to go after her, hadn’t tried to bring her back or look for her. A better man probably would have, would have fought for his wife, for the mother of his child. But he’d never loved her, not even close, and so he’d taken care of his baby girl, had tried to be everything she needed and worked as hard as he could so that she’d never want for anything. Eva had come back after about a year and a half – her affair had run its course, and she’d said she wanted to try again with Sarah, that she’d made a mistake, wanted to be part of her daughter’s life. Of course he’d let her come back. He wanted Sarah to have a mother that was present, to have everything a child should have. And afterall, it was no hardship for him personally. She didn’t want a relationship with him, only Sarah. And so they’d settled into this strange agreement of co-parents slash roommates who just happened to be married. Eva liked to keep pretenses up, so they did the occasional family thing together. Especially now that Tommy was with Gerri, she liked to pretend at the double date thing, occasionally. Even though Eva couldn’t stand the poor girl. It was a pieced together sort of life, but it was better than what some had, and Sarah had her mother. He couldn’t complain.

But he did like to imagine a sort of alternative sometimes – something different, less lonely. He could tell she was going to leave again soon, more unsatisfied and frustrated and restless than ever. He couldn’t even find it in himself to resent her for it, it only hurt him for Sarah’s sake, for he didn’t think she’d be coming back this time.

It hadn’t been such a bad idea to come after all, you think, as you lounge on the dock by the lake. The sun is strong but not burning – warm and soothing. It feels like there are ghost fingers stroking all along the bare skin of your arms and legs. Gerri had made a pitcher of sangria and you were slightly tipsy off it now. A light weight, through and through.

The house they’d rented was gorgeous. All exposed wood and big glass windows right on the lakefront. Gerri’s sister was a doctor – a spine surgeon or something really fancy. She’d rented the house and invited all of you – no chance for Joel’s wife to be pissed off that you’d tagged along.

There were large boxes of the loveliest white hydrangeas along one side of the dock. The sweet scent of them drifting around you as you lounged on the chair you’d planted yourself in with your sangria. Yes, this was a good idea. You’d managed to evade Joel and his wife in the hours you’d been here. Gerri and Tommy were great as always and her sister and her partner were so nice. You’d talked about the pottery class, she wanted to pick up a new hobby, trying out the whole work-life-balance thing, and she’d thought pottery’d be a good fit for her. She was planning on signing up for the next semester.

You’re slightly dozing now. The warm sun and sweet alcohol making you languorous and drowsy and all fizzy on the inside. You think you might be able to hear the breeze sliding through each individual blade of grass on the bank, whistling over the surface of the water, and you can’t stop picturing his arms in your mind, but you’re pretending to ignore that, or pretending the bulging, mouth-watering muscles, prominent veins running under the surface of his tan skin, dusted with a light coating of golden brown hair belonged to someone who was not him. He has the largest hands you’ve ever seen, and you wonder what one of them wrapped around your throat would feel like. Bad, inappropriate thoughts.

You have one arm slung above your head, resting at the crown of your scalp to partially shield the sensitive skin there from the strong sun when you feel a sudden piercing pain, right to the center of your palm. You shriek, jolting violently, glass of sangria falling and shattering on the deck and stumbling up out of your chair, sending it flying back topside. A wasp buzzes menacingly around you, and you shriek again, cracked and painful. The thing had stung you right in the center of your tender palm. You hear the quick paced steps of someone approaching, too distracted trying to evade the horrible thing when you hear Joel’s voice. “Stay still, it’s okay. I’ll get it.”

Your hand really, really hurts. You stop your swatting and feel the back of your eyes pinch, hot tears pooling in the corners. Not only is the sting incredibly painful, but you really hate bees, wasps, all the ugly mean things that buzz and sting. You can feel the slight tremble of your frame begin to take over as you try to patiently wait for him to get rid of it.

He comes closer, “It’s okay, he’s gone. Did it get you? C’mere, lemme see.”

You clutch the injured hand to your chest, try and scoot away from him shaking your head, but you get too near to the edge, and his hand shoots out to cup your elbow, other hand coming to circle your waist and turn you so you’re standing in the center, and he’s closer to the edge.

“No, no, it’s okay. It got you, lemme see it–” he gently circles his big rough palm on the thin of your wrist, and now you’re really shaking.

“It’s o–okay,” you hitch, you feel a tear slide down your cheek. Fucking embarrassing. “I’m okay, really. It’s nothing.” You try and pull your limb out of his grasp, but he pulls you closer. He says your name then, not necessarily sharply, but in the way of a rubber band snapping against your skin, a slightly jarring crack followed by a tingle, something that reverberates through your entire body.

Then gentle: “Just come here,” and coaxing. How could anyone ever say no to a voice like that. So deep, so patient. “Lemme see, it’s okay. No, don’t be scared. Lemme see, open your hand for me, sweetheart. I’ll be gentle, it’s okay,” his soothing voice over and over. Coaxing you into capitulation, into following his orders. He smooths his rough thumb gently, gently over the sides of your palm, coaxing your fingers to uncurl and let him see the hurt. “Oh, it’s alright. None of that trembling, sweet girl.” And then he brings your hand up to his hot, wet mouth and presses his lips to the wound, gently sucking. You can feel the wet of his tongue pass over it once, slowly sucking the venom out of your palm. You feel everything below your belly button go hot and liquid at the feel of his tongue on your skin. Oh, God, you want to feel that mouth everywhere, between your legs.

You think you let a jagged whimper claw its way out your throat, for his eyes flit to yours, a flash of heat igniting them. He pulls his mouth away, turns to spit, thumb gently brushing over the tender inside of your wrist. He says your name so softly. “That’s better. You’re okay. No tears.”

His large hands completely engulf yours. His fingers are thick and long, his nails clipped short and neat. Beautiful, masculine hands. Working hands. He doesn’t wear a ring. “We can get a clove of garlic on this,” he’s still cradling your limb, “Heard that’s good for stings.”

This is bad, bad, bad, bad. Not part of your plan to stay away from him at all. He’s staring at your cradled hand, his gaze trained on the way his own palm dwarfs yours. You feel his touch tighten for just a second, he brings his eyes back to yours, and you watch as a swallow passes through the strong column of his throat.

He called you sweetheart.

There are so many reasons why you know he’s dangerous to you, why you should stay away from him: his kindness, how competent he is — the way it seems like, no matter what in life could ever present itself to him, he’d be able to take it in, take care of it, fix it. He could handle anything. How fucking gorgeous he is, his hands, his face, his body, the dark curls, the slightest hint of silver threads beginning to appear through them, the deep dark eyes, but most of all, more than any other reason, the way he says your name — like the worst thing you’ve ever heard in your entire life, and also the loveliest. So soft and deep and soothing. A voice that could get a person to do anything, capitulate to anything, commit any crime.

And what was it about wanting something you should not want, could never have, that made you want it all the more? Rebellion of the highest order calls your name.

“Thank you,” you say quietly. He still has you clutched in his grasp, is staring at you almost in shock. You try to pull away and his grip tightens for one second, like he can’t bear the thought of letting you go, and then releases you, lets you pull your injured hand back into your chest.

“Alright?”

And you’re so disoriented by him, by his touch that you instinctively reply: “Yes. Are you?”

He looks confused for a second, shakes his head a little and then laughs, “Yeah – yeah, I’m okay, sweetheart.” He shouldn’t be calling you that, but it sounds so lovely coming out of his mouth. You’ll tell him to stop next time. It’s okay. Next time he says it you’ll tell him not to call you that anymore. Embarrassment burns your cheeks.

You shake your head, “Sorry, I–”

“It’s alright. No need to apologize. Let’s get you inside. Get somethin’ on that hand.”

You take a step back from him, and he matches it with one step of his own forward, like he isn’t planning on letting you run away. It makes the speed of your heart kick up a notch, a hummingbird fluttering within the confines of your chest. “No, really, it’s okay. I’ll ice it or something. I’m fine, honestly. Thank you for– for your help.” You feel like you’re blinking a hundred times a minute, the sun suddenly scorching, when just a moment ago it had been soft and warm.

You need to get away from him.

“Rubbin’ a garlic clove on it’s good for stings. There’s some in the kitchen, I’ll get it for you.” He reaches a hand out as if to take hold of you again, and you take two more steps away. This time he does not follow, you see the muscle of his jaw flutter.

“Really, Joel. It’s okay.” You feel like you’ve said these words to him before, like all your short acquaintanceship has consisted of, is you apologizing and running away, bowing out before it gets too scary or complicated or threatening. He probably thinks you’re an idiot. “Th– thank you for your help. I’m just gonna –” you hitch your thumb back towards the house, “I’m just going to go back inside. Sorry.”

He only nods, frozen on the dock as you walk away from him.

Chapter .2

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evansbby · 2 years

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I’m going out of my mind imaging Ari and bunny with their tiny hybrid bunny babies 😭!!! I know you said you can’t picture them with babies any time soon but if they ever do just imagine HOW CAYOOT!!! In my mind their babies would have the bunny ears and cotton ball tails just like bunny because it’s a fictional world, the rules of genetics can’t touch me in this au ahahaha. Just picture a bundle of tiny babies with small floppy ears covering their eyes as they nap on their daddy’s big beefy bare hairy chest 🥹 and then their fluffy ears standing up whenever they’re excited and giggling as their little cotton tails twitch as they crawl around on the floor following their beloved daddy around the house because they just love him so much 🥹🥹🥹

No wait this is honestly the cutest thing ever 😭 I can imagine Ari being grumpy when he first finds out bunny is pregnant bc this isn’t how he wanted things to go! He wanted more time with just the two of them! But bunny is just so happy and soon Ari starts getting excited too. Fast forward and they’ve got a litter of three baby buns — triplets! And yes, they’d have furry little tails and fluffy little ears!! They’d be the cutest and most cuddly little babies! And they’d be so small when they’re only a few months old and Ari would carry all three of them at the same time — two on one arm and one on the other 😌😌 he’d be the best and most doting father and they’d all be such a cute little family 🥹🥹

#anon #ari x bunny

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sweet-ladys-things · 10 months

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Grrrr I hate proshippers I hate you grrr ahhh you should die ahhh grrr go to hell I hate you die ahhh 🥴🥴🥴😻😻😻 sending you hatred and misery grrrrr I'm so mad roaaarrr

Ooh~? What's this~? *Picks you up* I've never met anyone like you before, aren't you cute? I think you might be the cutest thing Mommy has ever seen. *Kisses your cheek* who's my little bunny? You are! So little and feisty, I could just eat you up! *Nibbles your cheek* 🐇💕

Why do you hate proshippers so much bun bun? Tell Momma, are you just jealous they're getting all of Mommy's attention? Aww it's ok my baby bunny. I still love you don't worry, Mommy could never stop loving her little baby bun, my darling kit~

Maybe mommy should punish you? Would you like that?🐇💕 *Blows kisses on your stomach* so cute! Maybe I will eat you, hehe *puts you down* alright honey bunny, run along now ok? Mommy had fun playing with you dear🐇💕💕 please come back again.

#come back soon bunny💕#🐇💕#proship #proship safe #proshippers #proship positivity #proshipping #anti anti #ship and let ship #proshippers please interact #pro selfship #pro shipping #sweet lady interviews #happy sweet lady #sweet lady flirts

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undertale-writing-times · 1 year

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Can you write something where the reader just hands the skelly this?

https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a8/d5/c1/a8d5c11e26f733ae6ce1b0ada48eac10.jpg

Here we go! I hope you enjoy :D

Sans: When you hand him the bunny, he's going to stare down at it while it slept in his hands, then lift his head to look at you with big eye sockets "Uhh... I might not be real bunny with this question, but Y/n, why did you give me this?" you just grin and don't answer hurrying off, so he tenses up "Y/n!" Don't leave him with the bunny! Ahhh! He cannot handle this!

Papyrus: "Oh my gosh golly!" he grins, bouncing a little. "They're so tiny, Y/n, are you giving this to me? What is their name? Can I name them?" he thinks that the bunny is the most adorable thing in the world! Oh uh... second... second cutest thing! After his datemate, of course... Where did you even get this bunny though?

Blueberry: He would tense up, looking down at the little creature his mouth open a little "Oh my..." he lifts his head, looking at you, then down at the bunny again "It's so tiny" he whispers. It's the quietest he had ever been, and he doesn't move almost at all until you take the bunny from him, or he can put it down. He's so scared to hurt the little bunny.

Stretch: When you hand him the little rabbit, he will tense up looking down at it then back at you with big eye sockets "Y/n?" he looks down at the little bunny again, tiny tears starting to form in his eye sockets and he mumbles, "They're so cute..." he pets the top of the bunny's head with his fingertip. You broke him. Good job.

Red: The second that you hand him the little bunny, he would tense "No no no, fuck, Y/n take this thing away from me!" then you didn't, and now he's unsure of what the hell he's supposed to do. This little creature was just... his eyeshine would shoot between the bunny, then at you, waiting for you to take the rabbit. "How the hell is this thing so small, Y/n?" it really is tiny... please take it away from him, he cannot handle this.

Edge: When you hand him the little rabbit, he is unsure of what he is supposed to do about it. "Y/n, why did you give me this?" he holds out his hands back at you, "take them back." when you step backward, he panics a little and steps closer "Y/n! Take them back. I do not want to hold the bunny!" he really cannot handle this right now. Y/n, take back the bunny, he will never want to hold them for that long. Little animals like that scare him.

Axe: You would have to be careful when you give him the bunny, he would stare down at it and slowly rub the tip of his finger against its soft and fluffy head. He feels like he wanted to cry when he sees it in his big hands, they're... so small. Did you really trust him with something this small and cute? He could easily kill this creature, but... he didn't want to kill them. He didn't want to hurt them. Welp... now he's attached to the bunny so hope you don't expect to get it back from him for a long time. He might even put it into the crack in his skull to keep it there to make sure that it's safe.

Lover: "Oh my god!" she would say, then grin, looking down at the little creature in her hands now "They're so cute! Y/n, where did you get this little baby?" she starts to 'kiss' over the bunny making sure to be careful, cooing and making soft baby sounds. Your datemate just got stolen by your bunny. Sorry about that. Too late.

Gang: You trust him holding something this small? Y/n, it fits in the palm of his hand pretty much! He can hold it with one hand. He could hurt it, he doesn't want to hold it anymore, you need to take this thing away from him right now. Afterwards, he might feel a strange... shaken feeling in his body. Maybe just because he wasn't used to the idea of people trusting him with something that small and cute... he's still shocked that you trust him to be around you.

Bandit: "Ah yes! You trust me the most to take care of your little creature! Well know that you put him into good hands" he looks down at the bunny, silent for a few seconds starting to shift and squirm then shakes his head quickly "it is not in good hands! Take him back from me Y/n!" he holds it out so you would take it back. He wouldn't admit that he started to feel nervous but... he started to feel nervous.

Snackers: "oh! Is this for me? I know just the thing to make with this!" he says, already all excitedly grinning. You have to explain that no, it's not food it's a cute little creature that he can't hurt! He pouts a little but nods, looking down at the little creature then back up at you "I'm cuter, right?" You smile, and lean over, kissing his cheek "of course you are... now be careful with holding them, or I'm gonna be upset" you warn making him nod and he sits down on the ground right there, just in case. He's a good boy.

Butcher: When you hand them the little bunny, they're going to stare down at it blinking slowly, then look back at you tilting their head in a silent way asking why did you give me this small creature? Then shrug. They would start to walk away with it in their hands. You just lost your bunny, it belongs to them now and you can't do anything to stop that. They would, of course, give it back if you asked them to but they kind of want to keep it... it's tiny and cute, and they love things that are tiny and cute, that's why they love you so much.

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maeleelee · 1 year

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I didn’t tell any of my babies I was going to write this, but if it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t be on this platform anymore. I’ve had a shit show life the last few months. Personal reasons. But these people are what has kept me going.

@babyboyquokka you mean so fucking much to me and honestly, being your soupmate has brought so much fun and the chaos is exciting.

@acrylishly when I went looking for friends, I didn’t realize I was getting two soulmates. People who would show me love that I didn’t know I needed.

@mxnsxngie and @imagine-a-life-like-this thank you for pushing me and being the best wifeys anyone could ask for. Thank you for talking me out of running away.

@cadenonlinelive thank you for being the best guard dog ever. Means a lot that you don’t care about much but protecting us. Best boy Caden frfr

@bunnyiix thank you for being my bun bun and always trusting me and helping me push through things I didn’t know I needed. Cutest bunny ever, really.

@weird-bookworm thank you for being a little sister to me. Thank you for letting me rant to you and talk about anything.

There are a few more than normally send me asks through anon and I’m sorry for turning them off, I’ll turn them on eventually. Until then, know the I adore you all and that I thank everyone of you for being behind me and taking up for me.

#thank you for being the best people I’ve needed #couldn’t do this without all of you #I love you all so freaking much

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ayatoscupid · 2 years

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🌼 🌸 🌹 🍁 ~ rebeccaselfships

hey hey!! SURPRISE!! it’s me- Zack! I’m not in the main list and all, since I’ve been pretty busy with my own stuff, but I just wanted to have a shot at answerin some questions!!! so here’s a limited edition post from yours truly ;D

some of the others not on the main list this f/ovember may do this too, so keep an eye out!! anyway, let’s get to these questions!

🌼 - How would you describe your s/o’s personality?

the others talk about how alike we are- and in a way, I can see it :P! I’m a puppy, Cupid’s a puppy, so we’re both just bundles of energy!! he does have his more relaxed moments, but with me he just gets more energised. it’s super cute heh <333

hmm, what else.. he’s different around other people bcoz that’s just how he is, but you can tell when he’s comfortable around you!! he’s usually pretty quiet, but when he gets real talkative, that’s when you know ;D he can get real affectionate too, even when you’re just friends!! he’s the baby of his closest friend group, and it’s easy to see why- he can be a pretty clingy pup :P but he feels much better when other people take the first step- you gotta remember that if you wanna be friends with him.. but he’s been trying to move outside his comfort zone more, so he may come knocking at your door first instead!!

all in all, he’s really just a jittery puppy 🥰 or a bunny? he can be docile and independent like one, but he’s also energetic and clingy…. oh yeah! he’s been told before he’s 90% pup 10% bun, so there ya go! and 100% mine heh <333

🌸 - How did you meet your s/o?

I met him through Cloud!! they’re twin brothers, after all- it’s kinda funny how they’re complete opposites tho lol. I thought they were pretty similar when we first met though!! bcoz Cupid was shaking like a leaf n all and hiding behind Cloud- it was really cute, actually, but I also felt bad bcoz I thought I intimidated him :( Cloud thankfully told me that he’s just super shy around strangers, so I tried my best to get him to open up! honestly, I thought he was really cute from the moment I saw him- but I figured this time I shouldn’t go straight for flirting to make him comfortable hehehe…

🌹 - Tell us about a favorite date you’ve been on with your s/o.

oh, definitely our first date- we went to an arcade!! we were already best friends before we started dating, so it just felt really.. comfortable. of course, it was kinda awkward bcoz we still weren’t used to being each other’s boyfriends lol- but over time we realised that not much has really changed, other than the fact that we’re just a lot closer to each other ;P

ngl, I wanted to take him to somewhere fancy for our first date. yknow! somewhere nice in the city, with real good food and three kinds of forks and knives. but I guess we both knew by then that it was gonna drain our wallets and we’d feel outta place- so we just went to one of our favourite spots instead!!! we played games for practically the entire night. I won him a plush toy he still sleeps with (when I’m not home, of course), and we took photobooth pics that I keep with me on my phone case. it was definitely one of the best dates I’ve ever been on- being in love with your best friend is its own kinda special, yknow?? <3

🍁 - What’s your favorite outfit your s/o has worn?

Cupid wears the cutest outfits ever I swear to god my heart squeezes every time I look at him!! it’s unfair!!! >:T he likes to dress up and wear colourful clothes and I think it suits him and his personality perfectly <333 he loves wearing cute skirts and dresses too and he always looks so stunning ;;;;

but I also like it a lot when he wears my clothes- sweaters and hoodies that are too big on him and all. he’s pretty short ;D (he’s gonna whack me if he reads this lol) so seeing him drown in my clothes makes my heart do backflips <333

but yknow, I love anything he wears- Cupid really loves fashion, and he uses it to express himself and what he likes and who he is- so anything he wears looks stunning on him bcoz it’s true to who he is and how he sees himself!!! and he always looks beautiful <333333

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WHOO!!! woah, I think I talked a lot, didn’t I :P I really just pour my heart out when it comes to Cupid, can’t help it lol <333 this was real fun, so thanks Rebecca!!! Have a great day, alright?? :D

Cupid’s first love, signing out!!! <333

#f/ovember #f/o takeover #💘.mail #♡ you became my hero #we’re in an au whr nothing bad happened to him. HGKFJKDJ #i love him so much ma TTTTTT

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some-insomniac-writes · 2 months

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NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!! IT'S SMUTTY DRABBLE TIME BBIES!!!

(Use of 'daddy', cockwarming, little bit of cowgirl)

Vendetta/Death Island Leon with a hybrid bunny babe who’s just a sleepy little thing all the time, he’s got ‘em falling asleep on him while he works from home.

And by him, of course I mean his cock!!!! ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

His reading glasses are half perched on his nose, sweet stubble in the low light making him look like something sinful. That itty bitty cotton tail of yours is twitching between whimpers, nuzzling up into the crook of his neck with a mumbled mewl. Leon simply coos, shushing his pet sweetly with a crooning voice. “I know sweetie, I know. You’re trying so hard to stay awake, baby. But you’re so comfy, aren’t you? M' poor doll, just so sleepy. You keeping daddy nice and warm in that cute bunny pussy though, mhm? Oh yeah you are, and you're doin' such a good job, bun.”

And you just whine pathetically up at him, all floppy bodied and hazy eyes, cunt pulsing around his dick at his voice. Poor thing, you can't even form words. Just too dumb, cockdrunk, can only think with your pussy when you're this tired. One of his large hands runs over your hair, stroking down the velvet of your lop rabbit ears with a smirk and a throaty chuckle. His lips land against the crown of your head, tender despite how you're speared on his cock.

“Such a needy little thing, honey. Half asleep and you’re still squeezing me. That’s just how much you love your daddy, you could go to bed right on his dick. Isn’t that just the cutest thing, bunny?” It's counterproductive, and he knows that. No way he's focusing. Have you got any idea how hard it is to concentrate when you're balls deep in the sweetest cunt ever? How can he resist bouncing you just a little to watch your tits bounce, your tired face screwing up with a squeak, thighs plapping lewdly as you leak all over his lap. And fuck, the way you feel, pure bliss. If he had things his way that pretty face of yours would already be shoved into the mattress, and he'd be gathering your ears up in one hand to pull your head back. Feeling the fluff of your scut wiggle against his pelvis, listening to your moans rise in pitch as he fucked you into the comforter.

Actually, that sounds pretty tempting...

"Just so damn cute, baby. Fuckin' killing me here. Maybe work can wait after all, huh?"

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rirismommyspace · 2 years

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I’m doing very good!! :D

I’m a lil excited because I started working on my Halloween costume! That way I have plenty of time to work on it and I shouldn’t be too stressed during the holiday month! (That happened last year and it wasn’t very fun...)

Also also! Another of my interests rn is Doki Doki Literature Club, and today I learned that Monika was inspired by Giffany from Gravity Falls! I remember you said you love that show, so I wanted to share that with you!! :>

(DDLC isn’t safe for lil ones to watch btw!! It’s a horror game!)

Oh! And I hope your classes are going ok!! I know school is stressful at times <3

˚₊✩‧₊ Bunny !! Baby !!! Little One!!! Hello my love <3 I'm glad you've been doing good sweetheart!!! And yes, I've been a bit absent because I haven't been doing the best lately due to stress, but I'm feeling a lot better too!! So my apologies for disappearing <3

also oh woah!! Who/What are you gonna be for Halloween this year Bun? I'm sure it'll look super duper awesome !!! Especially with all the work you're putting into it !!! I hope you're able to not be stressed out about it this year!!!

And ahhhh that's so cool!!you're right! That's one of my favourite shows <3 Thank you for telling me Little Prince!!

#riris.angels #angel.lucas #baby bun??? the cutest bunny ever??

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kookiecrumb · 3 years

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jjk || Merry Christmas

wc: 2K

pairing: bunnyhybrid!jk x reader, sub!jk x dom!reader

summary: Your baby bunny gets his Christmas present early.

tags: praise kink, hybrid/bunny!jk, oral (f receiving), jk using a cute plug, lingerie, jk in a skirt, dacryphilia, fingering (m recieving), analingus, ass-kneading, begging, femdom!reader, jungkook is a vocal baby, nicknames!

genre: smut and fluff!

rating: M (18+)

Your baby bunny has been a little antsy lately. He's had something on his mind; you can tell by the way he's been daydreaming more and more often while you two are together.

He brings you your morning coffee and breakfast with your usual favorites, decorated all pretty like him. The strawberries in your yogurt are arranged into a heart, and he painted a little self portrait on the pancakes, a bunny with a whipped-cream tail.

He kneels on your bed, sitting with his hands in front of his pretty skirt. He bites his lip, as if something really important is running through his mind.

He's an angel, his big fluffy ears hanging either side of his shoulders. They're long and snow-white, complimenting the pink tinge of his nose, and a cute blush painted across his innocent face. "Mmm…" he hums.

"Thank you for the pancakes baby," you sing. "They're very yummy."

Jungkook is such a good baby bunny. He loves to cook and make things nice and pretty for you. It's how he shows his appreciation for your care. Even outside of kink, he's always been such an amazing boyfriend to you.

You've been together for well over two years now. He's your number one.

It's only recently that he's informed you that he'd like to adopt this kind of lifestyle in your private life. It's new to the both of you, but ever since you two began safely practicing kink, he's opened a whole other side of himself to you that has strengthened your general relationship.

There are still some things that he still has yet to admit to you, though. Those are always fun to discover.

Today is Christmas Day, so Jungkook is very excited to open all his gifts and spend the entire day playing with you. Of course he waited until you were awake to peek at his new toys. He's been frustrated all morning, but is too shy to tell you.

You can tell though, by the way he's sitting and jittering. He's adjusting himself on your bed, folding his legs so that he doesn't touch any of his sensitive spots. He's hard under his skirt, it's straining against his lacey panties, making him slightly uncomfortable. He's watching you with these big, sensitive doe eyes that only seem to get bigger with every bite you take of your food. He's waiting patiently for you to finish, like a good boy.

His little bunny tail twitches. He wriggles his nose. "Are uhm...are…" he says shyly.

"Yes, baby boy?"

"Are you done with your food? I want to take it for you. I'll clean it for you…" he breathes softly.

"Mhm, I'm all done. You want to get to your presents, hm? I can tell you're excited, baby, you don't have to hide it from me," you giggle.

Jungkook's eyes light up.

"We can play now, as soon as you get these dishes done." You neatly organize everything in convenient and easy-to-clean piles.

He takes it into the next room and gets to cleaning. It's hard because his knees are a little weak. He's wearing the cutest pair of knee-socks he owns. They're pure white with pretty lace where it meets his pale thighs. He stifles a moan thinking about how they might be completely off of him by the end of the session.

Yesterday, you had worked in a beautiful, sparkly diamond plug inside him so that he'd be nice and stretched for you this morning. The plug only barely touches his prostate, not enough for this greedy baby bun.

He had to remove it from himself to clean earlier, but it would be so worth it once he feels your giant cock stretch him until he cries.

He realizes he's left the water running in the sink this entire time. Alarmed, he reaches his hand to turn off the faucet. He carefully dries the plates, humming a song before peeking back into the bedroom.

You're double-checking everything you'll need for this morning, including lubricant, the strap, a first aid kit, kink-safe ropes, water on the bedside table, along with a snack.You contemplate if you're missing anything.

"Y/N…" Jungkook meaps.

"Hm? Yes, baby bun?" You turn your attention towards your one and only.

"I know all our safe words, I...think you have everything in place," he assures you as he sits on the side of the bed. He holds your hand and smiles.

"Okay," you squeeze his hand. "Get on your knees, raise your skirt up so I can see," You command.

His little cotton tail pokes out of his skirt, wiggling about with excitement as he heads to you, his back arching to give you a view of the stud that keeps his pretty little hole open. You can see it shimmer beneath the lace of his panties, also keeping his cock from swinging below and touching the bedsheets. He has his hands over his head, completely subservient to your touches.

He turns pink when he feels your fingers draw the plug out, letting out a long and unrestrained whine. "Mmm~ngh!" His thighs spread apart, his toes digging into the bed a little.

His gaping hole clenches at the loss, craving a replacement almost immediately. Your thumb traces the muscle ring, hissing softly. "So tight, baby... you're tense, try and accept it, baby bun…"

It pinches!

He grunts, trying his best to keep in place as you douse his ass with lubricant, coating it and your fingers with the substance. He breathes in deeply, and you feel him relax around you, your middle and index sinking into him with ease.

"That's such a good boy...that's my baby bunny…" you praise, watching him spread his knees a little more to accept more of your fingers. He's squelching warm, his brain flooding with dizzying pleasure.

"Ooohhh…" he sighs, his face against the mattress. He's red all over, his pretty cock tenting hard against his pink lace. "Ahhh...could you please release my cock?" He asks nicely.

He's now fluidly taking two fingers up to the first knuckle. He's ready to be stretched with your tongue.

"It really hurts, please touch me," he cries in desperation. You flood with pleasure at hearing your baby bunny whine like that. You can't wait to get inside of his tight ass and milk him for every single drop of cum he has.

You remove your fingers from him and squirt a bit of lube on your hands before wrapping your hand firmly around his dick and stroking him languidly. He sobs in pleasure, his breath hitching as you insert your long, wet tongue inside of his cute little hole.

You knead him, pulling his hips towards your mouth. Your tongue tugs at his ring, making sure that it's ready to receive the girth of your cock.

His breathing quickens, and you take it as a sign to unlatch yourself from his body and start preparing him to take cock.

Your baby bun is a little pussy slut. He never takes cock without sucking your fat clit. He loves the taste of you on his tongue, and he knows that in order to cream around your strap, he's gotta make you cum on his tongue.

With a labored sigh, Jungkook kneels down to worship your dripping pussy. He catches it in his mouth and starts sucking it, kneading his eyebrows and kissing it chastely. He groans, dipping his tongue below and flicking at your entrance. His blushy eyes glance up at you for approval.

He twitches with excitement once he catches you with your mouth open, panting while you roll your hips forward toward his hot mouth. "Good boy, take it...that's a good boy, yeah…" you moan breathily as you feel your clit swell with pleasure.

Your boyfriend eats pussy like a champ. He holds your hips down and swallows it like his last meal, collecting your arousal with his precise tongue. He feels you shake beneath him, and takes it as a signal to keep going, flickering your clitoris until you flood all over his face. He drinks it in desperation.

He emerges from between your thighs, kissing you sweetly. "Please, please…." He whines. "Please," he cries as tears begin forming in his eyes.

"Please what, baby bun?"

He nearly loses his mind. "Fuck my prostate," he sobs.

You pull his thighs forward on top of yours and position his ass above your strap while you adjust it for comfort. "Fuck your prostate, is that what you want, baby bunny? Your ass fucked by your girlfriend? Your prostate abused by this huge cock while you whine helplessly like the cockslut you are?"

Jungkook nods frantically, pouting. The little flower clips in his hair are now falling off, barely hanging on to his black strands while his thighs shake under your grip. "Fuck me~!! Please fuck me~!!"

How could you say no to that face? Slowly but surely you sink yourself into his tight ass with ease, knowing that you've made it a comfortable fit. He practically melts into it, satisfied by the feeling of his prostate finally properly stimulated by your cock.

His eyelashes flutter and his pretty mouth gasp open as he begins to move his hips on it, smiling wide. You twirl his tail around your fingers while he rides it, kissing his collar with passion and marking it with your mouth, sucking until his skin is bruised with your claims on his collar and neck.

Your wrist languidly strokes his cock, firmly and quickly jerking him as his tiny prostate milks itself on you. He scrunches his eyebrows and lets out little grunts as he reaches his peak. You pump him faster and faster until suddenly you turn him about and pin him on the mattress, working your cock into his beautiful ass.

His legs spring out under you as he rolls his eyes in pleasure, taking all of your cock in deep and thorough strokes. He kisses you passionately, feeling his entire body quiver and shake at the feeling of a dick this big penetrating him and stretching him out. He tenses, his cock swelling against your hand as he roughly bucks.

"mmgh--mmmgh~ mmn-- mm...mmh! mmngh~!" He whines, his form shaky as he feels his orgasm quickly approaching. He chases it, tensing against your body as you kiss him deeply.

"Yeaah~ yes! Mmh yeah!" He sighs, his eyes snapping open. He's made a complete mess out of his pretty knee-socks and his skirt, all over your bed.

You keep him in your arms, giving him tiny kisses as he unwinds from his high. He relaxes around you, sighing deeply as you hold him and caress him. You massage him with gratitude, whispering beautiful praises in his ear.

You've got to get ready for the family dinner today. Thankfully, you weren't in charge of the turkey this year, and you have plenty of time to prepare.

You bathe together, and you wash off every impurity off of his body while he lathers yours with soap, sitting between your legs and chastely kissing your lips, his eyes soft and loving.

Once the bath is done, he gets himself ready in a suit and tie, assuming a more dominant posture. He kisses your cheek while you're dressing up. "You look pretty, my dear...Merry Christmas," he hums against your ear.

"Merry Christmas, Jungkook…" you smile.

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Insatiable. ( Jungkook x OC)

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC! Age difference!!! [ bet you’ve never seen all of this in one fic before? ]

[ Some notes : Born Vampires stop aging when they turn twenty five. Turned vampires stop aging when they’re turned. ]

Summary :

21 year old Hwang Sera is sick of being the only human in an entire clan of vampires. As an immortal human from one of the oldest bloodlines, she is a catch. The Vampire she marries would essentially be indestructible.

Which makes her an easy target for greedy vampires everywhere.

Determined to keep his precious daughter safe, her father hires an old friend , Jeon Jungkook as her full time bodyguard.

Jungkook is 35 years old ( well technically 576 years old ) , father to an adorable five year old kid and he has zero tolerance for Sera and her teenage shenanigans. But , he needs the money and he knows his son would be safe in the Hwang clan’s massive mansion.

And suddenly, after years of despising vampires, all Sera can think about is getting into the gorgeous vampire’s bed and maybe into his heart.

Chapter 1

“He’s so hot.” My sister sighed for the seventeenth time and I glared at her.

“He’s mine. Back the fuck off.” I bared my non existent fangs at her and she retaliated by showing off her own inch long fangs, eyes flashing ruby red in the confines of our huge sprawling bedroom.

The man in question, my sparkling new bodyguard wasn’t here now. He was downstairs at the party, being introduced to the others as the latest addition to our clan.

My mouth watered when I remembered his gorgeous, handsome face. And that body , God.

Sculpted by some higher being who wanted to show off, for sure.

I had never given much thought to losing my virginity. It certainly wasn’t by design that I hadn’t had sex yet but looking at Jeon Jungkook in a fitted black suit, midnight black hair falling into his lovely red eyes and those delicious muscles.....

I kind of believed in fate now.

This was why I’d always been repulsed by the vampires who courted me.

Because Jeon Jungkook had been out there, waiting for me.

And now fate had brought him here and he was going to be mine.

I stumbled over a stray bra, nearly face planting onto the floor .

God, i hated how messy Somi was but I was also eternally grateful that she had skipped out on the party tonight, volunteering to help me with the kids.

I ran a daycare in one of the larger cottages in the estate, keeping the little fanged devils in check while the parents went about their daily lives. On nights like this, when my father hosted guests from every clan in the country for one of his lavish parties, there was always a whole bunch of bite-happy toddlers in need of supervision.

Enter me.

I loved babies. I’d always loved them. They were adorable. And after three years of school , I was finally, officially qualified in caring for them.

Oh and by the way did i tell you that Jungkook had a son? Jeon Joowon was possibly the cutest five year old I’d ever seen and yes I was a little biased but that was okay. I was going to be the kids step mom , after all.

Listen, don’t look at me like that, I just really want to be with Jungkook okay?

I tripped over the same bra when turning back around and I swore.

Focus, Sera. You can day dream about hot vampire daddy later.

“ Why do you have to throw your shit all over the place like this? “ I whined, grabbing the offensive piece of fabric and tossing it at her. She caught is so fast I went a little cross eyed. My sister never missed an opportunity to show off her super-saiyan, vampire powers. That made her a crowd favorite with the toddlers and younglings .

“I still don’t think your choice of a career is smart. These fanged little beasts are impossible to control... ” She commented mildly, watching me stuff two whole cartons of baby wipes into the huge backpack I had propped against the bed. I’d forgotten to restock the day care with wet wipes and it was sheer luck that I had a pair of them lying around my room.

The very idea of entering a room full of babies and toddlers without baby wipes, made me shudder.

“Listen, they’re absolute angels when you listen to what they’re saying. Just because babies can’t talk doesn’t mean they don’t have preferences. All you really need to do is find out what each kid likes and help them feel comfortable -”

“Please stop.” She rolled her eyes and I glared at her.

“I’m a little thirsty. Can i have a sip..” She said softly and I frowned.

“You haven’t drunk from me the entire day. Are you okay?” I held my wrist out.

She shrugged , grabbing my wrist and casually sinking her fangs into the vein . Pain bloomed, familiar and somehow comforting , replaced almost at once by the gentle numbing of her venom. She drank a little and pulled back soon after, linking the puncture wounds for good measure. I watched the skin knit itself together , whole and unmarred in no time.

Perks of being immortal.

The knock on the door made me jump.

“Ms Hwang?” Jungkook’s soft, husky voice came floating through the door and I grinned, cheeks aching with how wide my smile was.

“You look like a maniac. Stop smiling.” My sister looked a little alarmed and I struggled to rearrange my features. Sticking my tongue out at her, I grabbed my sweatshirt, slipping it overhead quickly. I glanced at the mirror, grimacing a bit.

Being with toddlers meant no make up or hair left free.... and so I had a messy top bun, and just lip gloss to look presentable. While the entire party teemed with gorgeous vampires in low cut gowns and blood red lips.

Ugh.

I grabbed the backpack and waved to Somi.

“Come as soon as you can alright?” I begged her and she waved me off.

I rushed to the door, throwing it open and smiling wide.

“Hi oppa.” I said cheerfully.

“I’m not your oppa.” Jungkook said automatically, barely glancing at me and instead reaching for the backpack. He directed me to the stairwell on the side, the one that led straight down to the ground floor and out into the gardens. He went in first and I followed him, climbing down carefully.

I sighed, taking in the mouth watering width of his shoulders, encased in a perfectly fitted jacket. He looked so handsome I wanted to cry. And although he’d been here for a whole week month now, I hadn’t managed to get into his good graces.

“What do I call you, then?” I made to hold his hand when we reached the end of the staircase but he shook my arm off at once.

Did I tell you that he really can’t stand me for some reason?

“As I’ve mentioned a dozen times already, Mr. Jeon would suffice.” He said shortly. He held the door leading out into the gardens open and I walked through.

“That makes you seem so old.” I grimaced, shaking my head and he gave me an amused look.

“I am 576 years old.” He deadpanned. The daycare cottage was just a five minute walk from the mansion and the pathway through the garden was absolutely beautiful, well lit and covered in the brightest flowers.

I waved off his excuse about his age.

“you don’t look a day over twenty five to me.” I said with a shrug. He shook his head, clearly too tired to carry the conversation on. We walked in silence and I felt incredibly content, just with him near.

And he was going to be by my side for the rest of our lives, I thought softly. I would make sure of it. I’d never felt this way about anyone. Jungkook was a good man , evident in literally everything he did. He was kind, an amazing father and such a gentleman that he made me melt.

Jungkook had been turned at the age of 35. And so he sailed through eternity with the gorgeous good looks of a mature , well kept man. His hair was thick, just a slight bit of grey peppering the edges and his features were sharp and well defined.

“Is Joowon in the daycare already?” I asked with a smile and he nodded curtly.

“He has Mr. Pepper with him. He refused to leave him behind. please just make sure he still has him with him when he leaves. He can’t fall asleep without the bunny “ He said softly and I felt my heart bloom ten sizes.

“Of course, I will -”

“Jungkook !!!” The shrill voice broke the stillness of the night like a hammer through a mirror.

I turned around with a frown only to be greeted by the sight of a very pretty, very tall vampire in a blood red bodycon dress and a neckline that plunged all the way to her belly button. She had ruby red lips, and well made eyes. Eyes that now flashed red , dilating as they ran up and down his body.

I felt myself clenching my fists.

“I’m getting late....we need to go, I grabbed his arm trying to tug him along but he didn’t budge. i glanced at his face and felt my heart shatter at the small smile playing around his lips.

“Helena..... Surprise seeing you here....” He drawled, voice so much deeper than usual and I bit my lips. They knew each other?

The vampire had reached us now and she gave me a disdainful smile.

“Who’s this?” She asked with a laugh, “ Are you babysitting now, Jeon?”

I bristled. To my utter chagrin, Jungkook laughed to.

“She’s the kid I’m watching. The Immortal human of the Hwang clan.” He intoned dully.

The lady’s brows went up in surprise.

“:The rumors are true, ....The Hwang clan’s hidden jewel.....with skin like the rarest pearl and eyes that steal souls. Fiercely guarded ...a beauty like no other.... I thought they were exaggerating, but I see they were not. . You’re exquisite.” She commented , seemingly genuine in the compliment as her eyes roved over my features.

“ Um.. thanks?” I shrugged, not particularly flattered by the extravagant description.

The poets in my clan tended to be a bit overdramatic at times.

. She laughed.

“Are you unavailable for the night, then Jeon?” She turned her flashing eyes on him .

My jaw nearly dropped.

Did this bitch really just proposition-

“Afraid so.... Raincheck?” Jungkook smiled wide and he looked so beautiful that I had to bit my lips to stop from moaning.

Helena waved softly, eyes shifting back to me.

“Be safe, little human. When the sun goes down, the ghouls come out to play.” She grinned wide, letting her fangs grow long, past her lower lip, eyes red and bloody.

I stared right back. She laughed and waved before floating away into the night.

Jungkook chuckled.

“You’re not intimidated by us, then.” He said mildly as we began walking again.

“I spent the entirety of my childhood playing with vampires. Do you really think they didn’t spend every waking hour trying to scare me to death?”

He gave me soft smile, and then went back to staring straight ahead.

I relaxed when the familiar cottage came into view, the sound of laughing kids reaching me.

I held my hand out for the backpack and Jungkook gave it to me.

“I’ll just check out the backyard and see if al the gates are secure and then I’ll be right outside the door, alright? Call out if you need me...” He said sharply

“Will you come even if I call you oppa?” I bit my lips, grinning and he flicked my nose.

“Behave.” He said shortly. I sighed.

“I’m not a kid, you know.” I said softly and he gave me a look.

“You are to me. Now get inside.”

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“There’s a monster behind the tree and I’m Hawkeye because I have the bow and arrow and Jieun is the princess.” Joowon said brightly, showing off the toy bow and arrow in his hand and I grinned, taking in his exquisite features. He looked strikingly like his father , except for the two adorable dimples that showed up everytime he smiled.

“That’s amazing... do you like fighting monsters?” I asked with a grin holding my arms out for him and he hugged me happily.

“Yes, I like fighting monsters and I like Mr. Pepper.” He waved the stuffed bunny in my face.

“Make sure you keep him safe, alright? “ I stroked the soft skin of the

“So what color does your daddy like?” I asked with a grin. I felt a sharp kick on my shin and I turned to my sister.

“Don’t use the fucking kid for your sinful aims, you dingbat!” She hissed and I glared at her.

“I did no such thing...I was just making conversation....” I hissed back.

“Dad likes black.” Joowon answered dutifully and I ruffled his hair. Jieun appeared then, having waited for her prince and gotten bored. She tugged on Joowon’s arm and I let him go, watching the two of them run off.

“Its only been a month, Sera.... I think you should tone down the infatuation. You know dad would never approve.” My sister said gently and I frowned.

“No he won’t, Dad loves me , he wants me to be happy.” I said shortly.

“Yes, but not with Jungkook. He’s a rogue vampire. He doesn’t have a clan. He has a kid ...”

“An angel of a kid...”

“he has a kid whose mother he had to kill because she was a bloodthirsty witch.”

i stared at my sister feeling anger build inside me.

“What does any of that have to do with how I feel about him?” I demanded , moving to stop one of the littles from tripping over a stray rubik’s cube.

“ You’re special. You’re being courted by some of the richest, most powerful vampires in the country and you want to go after the rogue , broke vampire who’s only here because he needs the money and the safety of our clan?”

“I’m not having this conversation with you.” I said firmly.

Somi sighed.

“I’m just saying. Don’t be so blatantly open about your feelings. You’ll be putting a target on Jungkook’s back.”

I exhaled sharply.

“If anyone tries to hurt him, they die.” I said softly.

Somi chuckled.

“I know.... but still, he’s not looking for trouble. Don’t bring it to his doorstep.”

I didn’t reply, moving quickly to the other side of the room.

the words left a bitter taste on my tongue.

Mostly because my sister was right.

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i stared at the tall strapping vampire, trying to comprehend what I was hearing.

“What do you mean he isn’t here for the night?” I demanded.

“He’s a little tired. He told me had a little too much to drink and he wants to sleep it off. I’ll be here instead ... Just for tonight.” He tried to smile reassuringly and I was momentarily distracted by very deep dimples but I could feel myself fuming.

“and he didn’t think of saying that to me himself? He had to run off while i was closing up the cottage?” I glared.

The Vampire chuckled.

“He told me you might protest.”

“Of course i protest, I feel safer with him...” I said sharply.

The Vampire gave me a deep sigh.

“I’ve been doing this for three centuries, Miss Hwang. You’re definitely safe with me.” He bowed his head.

“What’s your name?” I demanded.

“Kim Namjoon.”

“Fine , Kim Namjoon ssi.... Let’s go. “

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Giving Namjoon the slip was a lot easier than I thought. I waited for him to greet my great uncle, and slipped between two waiters carrying blood cocktails and weaved into the crowd easily.

Jungkook’s bedroom was next to mine and it took me less than a minute to race up the stairs and to his room.

i banged on the door , determined to see for myself just how drunk he’d gotten.

The door opened and i took a deep breath.

“How dare you leave me-”

I froze when I realized that he was shirtless, fresh out of the shower. Water dripped down his torso , like little starbursts of liquid light and my mouth went dry. I swallowed, staring at the tightly packed abs, the dip of his v line as it disappeared into a fluffy white towel.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He growled angrily.

My eyes flew to meet his and then my gaze caught something red on his bed and I peered over his shoulder.

Pain lanced through my heart so sharp that I felt like I’d taken a fucking brick to my chest.

The sight of Helena, naked except for a red bra, stretched out on his bed got burned into my brain and I choked.

“You-” I began but he grabbed my arm, so hard that I knew I would bruise. He yanked me away from the threshold of his room, dragging me to the middle of the hallway as he slammed the door to his room shut.

“Where the fuck is Namjoon?”

“You ditched me to get laid? “ I hissed in disbelief.

“I can’t fucking believe you’re doing this-”

“Is she your girlfriend-”

“Sera-” he shook me again but I refused to back down. I had to know.

“Are you in love with her?!!!” I demanded, my heart breaking .

Jungkook growled.

“It’s none of your damned business!!” He snapped angrily .

“It is !!” I said shrilly.

“Why on earth-”

“Because I’m in love with you!!” I shouted and he froze.

He let go of me like he’d been burned and stepped back, staring at me wide eyed,.

“What did you just say?” He demanded.

“I want you. I want you to court me-”

“Sera stop.” He said sharply

“I’m not joking...I like you and-”

“Shut up.” He growled, his voice shaking.

I swallowed.

“If you say something as asinine as that to me , ever again... I will make you regret it. ” He warned softly.

I felt my heart jerk in panic.

“Jungkook-”

“It’s Mr. Jeon to you!!!” He growled.

I bit my lips, staring at my feet.

“I’m going to pretend this never happened. You’re going to go to your room and wait for Namjoon. If anything like this ever happens again, I’m telling your father.”

I laughed bitterly.

“I’m not fucking twelve years old you son of a bitch. Stop talking to me like I’m your toy or something !” I snarled.

“If you were my toy I would fucking spank you till you cry and lock you in a damn room!” He hissed.

I flinched.

He took a deep shaky breath.

“This never happened.” He said sharply. “ I’m not one of your boytoys. I have no interest in fledgling humans who know nothing about life. That's not the kind of woman I’m looking for. You’re not the kind of woman I’m looking for because you aren’t even a woman yet.”

“ Jungkook !!!” Namjoon’s voice rang through the hallway and I stepped back.

“Have a good night with your whore, Mr. Jeon.” I snapped, before turning on my heel and leaving.

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Author’s Note : Hot DILF! Vampire Jungkook is hot. This brings back fond memories of me panting after my husband as a nineteen year old brat . I was a devilish teenager smitten with a twenty seven year old man. Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed :D

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lovelytaes-blog · 3 years

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Happily - jjk

pairings: dad!jk x mom!oc

summary: you and your husband finally decide to have a baby, and nothing ever felt more complete than this.

warning(s): fluff!!! kook jokes about taking long to knock you up, but other than that, nothing but cuteness and domestic shit. there’s definitely a make out sess in this, but that should be the most sexual thing??? please let me know if I’ve missed anything!!!

word count: ~1.5k - i know, it’s short, it’s just supposed to be cute and fluffy!!

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notes: this is actually a part of my ‘euphoria’ drabble, which consists of one more part (the other part is like a prequal, if you can even call it that lol). honestly, bts as father’s is just sooo wholesome, that I had to write one about kook. I wanted to thank @xpeachesncream for reading my stuff and giving me the confidence to post. She’s the sweetest soul ever, so please read her stories, they’ll take you on a magnificent journey.

this is also my very first post, so please be nice ((:

The soft snores from your husband filled the room as you lay beside him. His hair tussled perfectly against his face while the moon’s light kissed his skin. You resist the urge to brush your fingers along his sculpted jawline, hesitantly hovering your fingers over his face. You quietly smiled at him with adoration. How could you have gotten so lucky?

It was late and you knew it, you should be catching up on sleep just like your husband, however, you couldn’t find it in you to shut your eyes. You couldn’t be happier, tired nonetheless, but you were—are—happy.

You heard rustling in the crib beside you, and quiet sniffles causes you to turn around gently to peer into the baby bed beside you. You were greeted with wide eyes that twinkled in the moonlight and a small baby smile appeared on your precious baby’s face, causing you to coo at her. She returned it, excitedly flailing around in her little bed making grab hands for you. Shifting your eyes to the clock, 1:24 am, you shuffled in your bed to pick her up.

This wasn’t abnormal for her to wake up at this time. You had put her down at around 7pm, but tonight she had slept for 6 hours straight before waking up. You were lucky, your baby rarely cried when she wakes up, of course, unless she’s hungry. However, all in all, she wasn’t one to cry and you were so thankful for that. She never wailed like one of your best friends, Jin’s wife, had warned you that might happen.

“Let’s let your Daddy sleep, yeah?” You whispered to Ailiseu as you carried her out the door, shutting it quietly. Her big doe eyes—which she inherited from her father—twinkled up at you; bending forward, your baby gave you an open mouth kiss, slobbering all over your cheeks causing you to giggle softly. Descending down the stairs of your home, you plop yourself down on the couch, propping Ailiseu on your lap.

You loved having mommy time with your little girl, her little laughs could easily brighten your day, even if you were exhausted. You’ve been sleeping well, Aili even let you nap for 2 hours today, which probably explains your lack of tiredness. While playing peek-a-boo for what seemed like hours, you started to notice Ailiseu’s change in attitude. Her lips started to tremble and her eyes began to water.

“Oh, baby,” You whispered as she started to sob quietly. You quickly put her in position to feed, and to your relief, she began immediately. Rocking back and forth while she fed, you heard the sounds of footsteps descending the stairs.

“Jagiya?”

You peered behind you to see your husband scratching his head with droopy eyes. His eyes squinted to find yours and he walked towards you with a tired smile. Rounding the couch, he sat beside you, placing a lingering kiss on the side of your head, before he gently placed his large hand on Aili’s head, who immediately detached herself from you and peered up to her father with a baby pout, almost resembling one of your scowls.

“Kook, you know she hates when you interrupt her feeding.” You giggled as she nudged his hand away to continue. Jungkook sighed withdrawing his hand from her head to place it around you instead.

“She’s only been alive for 6 months and she’s already picked up her mommy’s hangry attitude.” He moaned throwing his head back against the couch. Silently laughing to yourself as Ailiseu quickly finished up. Jungkook quickly took her from you and placed her on his shoulder to burp her. He softly patted her back as you leaned in closer to him.

“Good girl, Aili,” He praised when your baby burped, “you’re so cute.” He placed a kiss on her head, and soon enough, your quiet living room filled with gentle snores from the little girl resting on your husband’s shoulder.

“How come you left bed?” Jungkook questioned.

“Hmm,” You hummed, “took a long nap today, couldn’t sleep.” You stared at the pictures on the walls of your home.

Jungkook at the age of 16 and you at 15. You were dating back in high school, but this was the first picture of you two that you took together. You remembered that night so well. Kook and you had been friends forever, it was about time the two of you started to like each other way more than just friends. Everyone called it from the start that the two of you were meant to be together. The night that the picture was taken, was the first time you two officially became a couple. He had taken you to the skating rink, something you two loved to do, but it felt different. He wasn’t just skating beside you; he finally held your hand. Not in a friendly way either like you normally did, no, he interlaced his fingers between yours. You had felt butterflies erupt in your stomach as he squeezed them while the two of you made rounds and rounds around the rink. It was a blissful first date.

Smiling you gazed at another picture of you and Kook. It was your graduation picture. Jungkook had his hair in a small man bun and curls littering his forehead. He had one arm wrapped around your waist and the other on your cap, his signature bunny smile present on his face while looking down at you. You were in the middle of laughing up at him with your degree in your hand and a bouquet of hydrangeas, the other gripping his waist. Your smile widened when you caught a glimpse of your engagement ring sitting comfortably on your left hand, the simple, yet beautiful rock glimmering in the picture.

The next photo of the two of you was a collage of your wedding day. The middle picture, of course, was of you and Kook looking at each other with giddy smiles, foreheads touching, and your arms wrapped around his neck and his around your waist pulling you in. All across the picture were snapshots of your entourage. Your bridesmaids and you in your room before you had to walk down the aisle. You were clinking glasses together with big smiles all around. Jungkook’s entourage consisted of the boys all fist bumping or patting the maknae’s back with large smiles. Next set of pictures within the collage, were pictures with your parents and Kook’s family, your mother and Kook’s mother were kissing both of your faces, while both your father’s made silly faces in the back. Lastly, the last picture of your collage was a picture of you and Kook with your hands intertwined and raised above your heads as a married couple. It was a beautiful shot that the photographer got; it was close up, but you could still see the blurred background of your entourages smiling with joy, the flower petals that were falling, and the beautiful sight of wind catching in your veil.

You peered up at Kook who, too, was smiling at the pictures all around.

“We’ve been together for a while, huh?” You heard your husband chuckle while he cradled Ailiseu. You nodded with a grin.

“7 years, baby.” Jungkook hummed.

“Married for 2 years,” He smiled at you, “with the cutest baby girl, I could ever ask for.” He nuzzled his nose into Aili’s cheeks, causing her to stir with furrowed eyebrows.

“Crazy, right?” You giggled while reaching over and stroking her head full of hair.

“Crazy that it had taken me this long to knock you up.” He teased.

“Kook!” You groaned slapping his tattooed arm. His deep chuckle filled your ears like music.

“I’m only teasing, jagi,” He smirked, “come on, let’s head up.” He stood up slowly making sure your baby girl doesn’t wake up as he gently takes your hand and leads you up the stairs. Once in your room, he placed Aili in her bed and tugged you to your shared one.

“I love you.” He whispered before pressing his lips to yours. Melting into the kiss, your hands reaching up to his dyed blonde hair, allowing your fingers to play with it gently. It was a sweet kiss full of love. The kind of kiss that you both have shared for years, the kiss that never fails to erupt your stomach with the same butterflies that you have felt all those years ago, and the kiss that makes you fall more in love with him every day.

Clutching your sides, Jungkook tugs you on top of him, lips still attached. You could feel him smiling into the kiss before he pulled away to gaze up at you. His doe eyes that you have always loved stared at you with a cheeky grin before he pecked your lips a couple more times.

“I love you more, Kook.” You whispered as you two held each other close before drifting off to sleep.

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