#that tiny smirk from seven

[lonely-night]

STAR TREK VOYAGER 4.26 “Hope and Fear”

SEVEN: As we approached Borg space I began to re-evaluate my future. The prospect of becoming a drone was unappealing.

JANEWAY: Sometimes you've got to look back in order to move forward.

[alienzil]

Nanny Danny

“That is a whole ass baby,” was the only thought running through Lex Luthor’s head when the scientist proudly showed him the tube containing Project KR. It was not remotely the sort of thing he would normally think and most definitely not what he had expected to be thinking the first time he saw the clone.

He’d been pleased when he’d read the reports indicating the success of KR after years of failures. Lex had poured millions of dollars and literally his own blood into ensuring a clone of the alien could be made, one that would be under his total control instead of the unknown aspirations of Superman.  He’d wanted to see the fruits of his labors personally but this…

It. No, not an it. He scrunched his tiny face and smacked his lips and…did he smirk? Was that HIS SMIRK on that baby’s face?! No. No. Babies this small didn’t smile or smirk. They passed gas and their sleep deprived and addled parents mistook it for an intelligent response. He’d heard enough inane conversations in the Lexcorp office about the various progeny of his employees to pick up on that but still. This child had Kryptonian DNA, not to mention his own contribution. Surely, he was far more advanced than the dribbling potato shaped lump of an infant whose pictures he’d been forced to smile and nod over when Mark from accounting had rudely shoved them in his face at the last quarterly budget meeting. Yes, that was definitely a smirk. His, that was his smirk.

“So as you can see its growth is well within expected parameters and we’re planning to start phase one of accelerating the maturation process tomorrow once the testing is do-”

“Take him out.”

“Sir? The testing can all be accomplished while it remains in the tube. There’s no need to-”

“I said, take him out. The project is cancelled.”

“What?! Mr. Luthor you can’t!”

“I think you’ll find I can. Now get me my son.”

*****

Two years later

“Call them again”

“Sir, I’ve called them seven times. They won’t answer.”

“Then call another agency!”

“There isn’t another agency, Sir”

Lex glared at his assistant who stared back at him impassively. Mercy stood by the door staring off into the distance and pretending she didn’t notice him being bested by his own secretary.

He stopped himself from shouting again and took a deep breath before asking, “Then what, exactly, do you propose I do Mrs. Anderson? Adjust my entire schedule around naptimes? Find a toddler size lab coat and safety goggles and bring my son with me to tour the new clean energy project on Thursday? Perhaps buy a tiny business suit while I’m at it for the next board meeting?”

“I’m not suggesting anything of the sort, Mr. Luthor. I’m telling you that no childcare agency in Metropolis will return my calls anymore. Most won’t even answer.  You’ve gone through 27 nannies in the last 3 months. You need someone better suited to your son’s…special needs.”

Lex snorted. “Special needs might be a bit of understatement. He can lift a car over his head and his favorite word right now is No.”

He sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Thank you for…clarifying the situation, Marjorie. If there’s nothing else, you can leave.”

His secretary didn’t move. She looked at him like she was waiting for something and now that he was paying attention, he saw she was holding a file.  “Did you have a suggestion?”

Looking pleased with herself she responded, “Actually, yes, I did.”

“Well?”

She set the file on his desk and flipped it open. He looked down at the first page and raised an eyebrow, “What am I looking at here?”

“This,” she responded pulling out the top set of papers and spreading them out, “is the employee file and background check for Daniel J. Fenton, an intern that started in our engineering department about 4 months ago. He has one sibling, two parents and several close friends he regularly meets with. His current supervisor has nothing but good things to say about him and reports he gets along well with all his coworkers.”

She set out the next set of papers, neatly arranging them on the desk to be easily seen. “These are newspaper articles and screenshots of social media posts regarding a small town vigilante locally known as Phantom. The same small town, Mr. Fenton is from coincidentally. Also coincidentally, Phantom made his first appearance only a few weeks after Mr. Fenton was involved in a minor accident in his parent’s home laboratory when he was 14, the medical records for the incident are included.”

“Hmm,” Lex said observing several photos of Phantom and a younger Fenton arranged in order of similar poses and facial expressions and printed out side by side.

“Finally,” she said handing him the last set of papers directly, “this would be a report from the lab Mr. Fenton works in from an incident that happened yesterday. A test with a new protype went wrong and started a fire. Everyone evacuated per protocol when the alarms went off but one of the other interns was working on a programming issue off to the side of the lab while wearing headphones and didn’t hear the alarm or notice the fire. Mr. Fenton noticed his absence and returned to the lab to get him out.” She stopped talking and let him look at the last several pages in the file, a series of photographs of the lab.

“Is this ice?”

“Yes, it is. It’s several inches thick and covers half of the lab. It completely put out the fire leaving minimal damage.”

“This machine was moved?”

“It was. It was very close to the flames and would have required replacement if exposed to extreme heat or cold. That particular piece of equipment also weighs several thousand pounds and was bolted to the floor.”

Lex read through everything in detail then clasped his hands under his chin and stared at the photo of Daniel Fenton for several moments before turning back to his waiting secretary.

“Have HR send Mr. Fenton up. I’d like to offer him a promotion.”

[kooklovee]

Married for 7 days - JJK

Matching rings and a joke—your boyfriend says you're married. What he didn’t expect is for you to play along the whole trip... And the more you pretend...the less it feels like a game.

Pairing - bf!Jungkook x gf!Reader

Genre - mostly fluff, smut 18+ (mdni)

Oneshot - 7.8k words

Warnings - fluffff, sunshine energy gf, Jungkook being effortlessly bf/husband material🤭💘, unprotected sex, nipple play, fingering, little handjob, creampie, marking

a/n - a quick backstory for this plot inspiration - my friend's friend went on a trip with her bf where they got matching rings n had a joke that they were married. AND EXCUSE ME?? this made such a good plot that I just couldn't resist not writing😭😭 n yeah wrote about Greece solely coz of the aesthetics (never been there tho) also also I wrote around 90% of this only listening to Blue by Yung Kai n it perfectly matches the vibe!!😭💗 ps- I feel angst writing is more of my thing bt I've tried writing fluff (a lot) for this sooo lmk if it's acceptable?🫠 n yup early update coz I cancelled out 2,3 more scenes I had in mind 🤷‍♀️ ok byeeee examss upcominggg

Masterlist kofi☕

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Your fingers grip Jungkook’s sleeve, barely able to contain your excitement as you glance out the plane window. Blue. Endless blue. The vast stretch of the sea sparkles below, tiny white houses dotting the cliffs in the distance.

“Jungkook,” you whisper, voice full of wonder. “Look at that.”

He chuckles, his gaze soft and amused, “Baby, we’re still on the plane.”

“I know,” you sigh dramatically, turning back to him. “But still. Greece! Our first trip together! Just you and me for seven whole days.”

Jungkook smirks, teasing, “What if I'm gonna get sick of you?”

You scoff, nudging his shoulder. “You’re stuck with me now, Jeon.”

He exhales, grinning like he wouldn’t have it any other way. The past four years had been beautiful, but between work schedules, deadlines, and life, you barely got time to just be together.

But this time? it’s just you and him. Jungkook hums, fingers lazily tracing circles over your thigh. “I think I could get used to this.”

------------------ Day 1

The moment you step inside, your eyes take in the breathtaking suite. White-washed walls, soft linen curtains swaying from the sea breeze, a private infinity pool overlooking the ocean. Jungkook watches you, arms crossed, fondness written all over his face.

“This is so nice,” you gush, spinning to face him. “I don’t think I’ll ever wanna leave.”

Jungkook sets the luggage down, smirking. “Well, we have a week.”

Your smile grows. Something in your chest feels so warm. You turn to him, eyes gleaming. “What should we do first?”

Jungkook steps closer, voice low and playful. “Hmm. I can think of a few things.”

You shove his chest, laughing, “Yah Jeon, behave.” He chuckles, arms wrapping lazily around your waist, pulling you in. “No promises, baby.”

----

You practically bounce on your feet as you slip on your sandals, the soft sunlight spilling through the sheer curtains of your hotel room. “Okay, okay, I’m ready!” you chirp, spinning to face Jungkook, who is still leaning against the doorframe, watching you with pure amusement.

His arms are crossed, a small smirk playing at his lips. “Are you sure? Because you’ve been ‘ready’ for the last fifteen minutes.”

You roll your eyes, grabbing your bag. “I am! Let’s goo”

Jungkook doesn’t move. Instead, he reaches out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into him, his nose brushing against yours.

His voice drops, teasing. “You’re really just trusting me with everything, huh?”

You nod immediately. “Of course. You’re the planner, I’m just here to have fun.” Jungkook exhales a quiet laugh, his fingers trailing lazily up your arm.

He leans in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss against your lips. It’s warm. Sweet. Dangerously distracting.

You blink up at him, refusing to fall for it. “Jeon Jungkook, if you don’t take me outside in the next ten seconds, I’m leaving you here.”

He laughs—full, rich, and so effortlessly attractive—before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him.

“Alright, alright,” dropping a quick kiss to your temple. “Let’s go.”

And with his fingers laced through yours, he leads you out—the two of you finally stepping into your first day in Greece.

The scent of fresh-baked bread, sweet honey pastries filling the air as you and Jungkook wander through the bustling market. Your fingers brush against the beautifully painted souvenirs, woven baskets, your eyes wide with excitement.

“Jungkook, look at these!” you gasp, holding up a tiny, hand-carved olive wood frog.

He chuckles, watching you with pure amusement. “You don’t even like frogs.”

You scowl. “Yeah, but look at his little face.”

Jungkook shakes his head, ruffling your hair before grabbing the frog figurine and paying for it without a second thought.

You blink. “I wasn’t actually gonna—”

“Too late,” he smirks, handing it to you. “Now it’s yours.”

Before you can respond, the scent of something sweet and buttery hits your nose, making you immediately turn toward a food stall.

You grin. “We have to try those.”

The vendor hands over a small plate, and before you can even grab a piece, Jungkook picks one up and holds it to your lips.

Your eyes narrow. “You’re feeding me now?”

“Open.”

You roll your eyes but let him feed you, the sweet layers melting on your tongue. A small hum of satisfaction escapes you before you glance at Jungkook.

“Good, huh?” he smirks.

Instead of answering, you take another piece, holding it up like you’re about to feed him.

Jungkook smirks, leaning in. “See? You like it when I—”

But before he can finish, you smirk and pop the piece into your own mouth instead. You burst out laughing, wiping a crumb from your lip. “Tastes good.”

Jungkook gapes at you, half-glaring, half-amused. “You little—”

Before he can finish, you grab his wrist and drag him toward the next stall, giggling.

“We have so much more to eat,” you sing-song.

Jungkook lets you pull him away, shaking his head with amusement.

The market fades behind you as you and Jungkook wander through the winding streets, hand in hand.

The air is warm, salt-kissed from the ocean breeze, and the soft sound of distant waves crashes below the cliffs. White-washed buildings, blue domes line the path, vibrant bougainvillea flowers spilling over terraces.

Jungkook squeezes your hand lightly. “Still trusting my planning skills?”

You grin. “So far, you’re doing great, boyfriend.”

He chuckles, his dimple peeking out, and just when you turn to admire the view—Click.

You blink. “Did you just take my picture?”

Jungkook doesn’t even try to hide it. He’s holding up his phone, looking way too pleased with himself.

“Yup.”

You narrow your eyes, stepping closer. “Lemme see.”

“Nope.” He smirks, slipping the phone into his pocket.

You gasp. “Jungkook!”

He laughs, stepping back just as you lunge for his phone.

“Oh, baby, don’t even try,” he teases, holding it high above his head, his other hand wrapping around your waist.

You huff, glaring up at him. “What if I looked bad?”

Jungkook stands confident. So annoyingly sure of himself.

“You looked perfect.”He says it so easily, like a fact, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. For a second, you forget what you were even mad about.

Jungkook grins, clearly noticing your reaction. “What? No comeback?”

You snap out of it and quickly grab your phone, flipping the camera. “Okay, if you’re gonna take pictures of me, I’m getting yours too.”

Jungkook doesn’t protest as you start clicking away—a mix of stolen shots and silly ones.

“Okay, now pose,” you instruct, biting your lip to stop your smile.

Jungkook scoffs but obeys, shoving his hands into his pockets, tilting his head slightly, looking effortlessly model-like.

You pause. “That’s unfair.”

“What?”

“You just naturally look good in every picture.”

He laughs, stepping closer. “Says you?”

Before you can argue, he pulls you in, flipping the camera to selfie mode. “Let’s take some together,” he murmurs.

And just like that, you spend the next ten minutes giggling, making faces, taking videos. Jungkook kisses your cheek in one, in another, he makes you laugh so hard your eyes disappear.

The pictures—some blurry, some too close, some candid. but when you look at them later, you realize they’re perfect in every way that matters.

----

The sun is lower in the sky now, everything's in warm shades of gold as you and Jungkook walk along the soft, white sand. Your sandals dangle from your fingers, the ocean breeze cooling your skin.

Jungkook is beside you, his hand lazily intertwined with yours, his other tucked into his pocket as he watches the tide roll in.

“Okay,” you say, breaking the comfortable silence. “This might be the prettiest place I’ve ever seen.”

Jungkook hums, glancing at you instead of the view. “Yeah. It really is.”

You turn to look at him—only to find him already looking at you.

Before you can overthink it, something catches your eye—a small wooden stall set up just a little ahead, tucked beneath the shade of a few palm trees.

“What’s that?” You tug on Jungkook’s hand, pulling him toward it.

The stall is lined with handmade jewelry, delicate silver and gold pieces glinting in the fading sunlight. Small sea-glass pendants, braided anklets, thin rings on display.

“Ohh, these are cute,” you murmur, running your fingers over the bands.

Jungkook watches as you casually slip one onto your finger, admiring how it looks before turning to him with a grin.

“Should we get matching ones?” you joke, wiggling your fingers.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “Matching rings?”

“Yeah, why not?” you tease. “It’ll be like a little vacation memory.”

Jungkook hums, studying the rings for a moment before wordlessly picking one up. Without hesitation, he takes your hand, slipping it onto your finger himself.

Your breath catches. You glance at him, expecting a smirk, some teasing remark—but he’s quiet. Focused.

The ring fits perfectly.

Jungkook’s gaze flickers up to meet yours, and for a second, neither of you say anything.

“Guess we’re married now,” he quips, breaking the silence with a cheeky grin.

You snort, shoving his shoulder. “You’re so dumb.”

But just as you’re about to make another joke, you pause. because Jungkook is still looking at the rings.

And before you can ask, he casually grabs another one—the exact same design—and slips it onto his own finger.

He lifts his hand beside yours, comparing them. “Now we match,” he hums, completely unbothered, making your heart stumble.

----

You collapse onto the bed, sighing dramatically.

Jungkook chuckles, setting his phone down before joining you, his body warm and solid beside yours.

Jungkook lifts his hand, wiggling his fingers, the ring glinting under the dim lights.

“So,” he muses, voice low and playful. “How does it feel to be my wife for seven days?"

You snort, rolling over to face him. “Delusional.”

Jungkook laughs, eyes crinkling, before pulling you into his chest. “You love it.”

You hum, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. “Maybe.”

His hand finds yours, fingers absentmindedly tracing over the band on your finger.

Neither of you take the rings off.

Neither of you even think about it.

------------------- Day 2

The warm afternoon sun bathes the streets as you and Jungkook browse a small outdoor market. Small shops, displays filled with handcrafted goods and souvenirs.

You stop at a small stall, admiring intricately painted ceramic plates. An older woman, the vendor, smiles at you.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she says, her accent thick with warmth.

You nod enthusiastically. “Yes! My husband and I are visiting for the first time.”

Jungkook chokes on his water.

You hear him cough violently beside you, his hand gripping the bottle like it betrayed him.

The vendor laughs. “Ah, newlyweds?”

“Oh, yes,” you continue smoothly, holding Jungkook’s arm. “We’re having the best time. He planned everything so perfectly.”

You feel him staring at you—his entire existence malfunctioning in real-time.

The woman smiles warmly at Jungkook. “A good husband always takes care of his wife.”

Jungkook clears his throat.

“Oh—uh, yeah,” he mutters. “That’s… me.”

You beam, squeezing his arm. “He’s really amazing. Very thoughtful.”

Jungkook’s ears turn pink.

Once the woman turns away to wrap up your purchase, he leans down, voice low.

“Do you hear yourself?” he mutters.

You grin, still holding onto his arm “What? I’m just staying in character. You said we're married soo...we'll be a happy married couple throughout this trip.”

Jungkook exhales sharply, shaking his head but smiling.

“Oh my god.”

----

Jungkook immediately drops onto the bed, groaning as he stretches his arms above his head.

You plop down beside him, nudging his side. “Tired, husband?”

He groans louder, covering his face with his hands. “If you call me that one more time…”

You grin, rolling onto your stomach to face him. “What? That’s what you are.”

Jungkook peeks at you through his fingers, eyes narrowing. “You’re having too much fun with this.”

You hum, twisting your ring on your finger absentmindedly. “You should too. I mean, you’re already wearing the ring. You might as well act the part.”

Jungkook lifts his hand, inspecting the matching band on his finger. He’s silent for a moment, before—

“I should start calling you ‘wifey’ then, huh?”

Your eyes snap to his face, and—yup. He’s smirking.

“Don't you dare,” you mutter, sitting up immediately.

Jungkook grins wider, propping himself up on his elbows. “Wifey, can you get me some water?”

“I will pour it on your face.”

He laughs, absolutely loving this. “Wifey, should we get couple bathrobes too?”

You grab a pillow and smack him with it.

Jungkook wheezes, rolling away from your attack before bolting up from the bed.

“Okay, okay! I’m going for a swim,” he calls out, grabbing a towel.

You glare at him, crossing your arms. “You’re banned from speaking for the next hour.”

Jungkook grins. “That’s okay.”

With zero shame, he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head in one smooth motion, revealing every defined muscle and tattoo.

Jungkook walks out to the pool—leaving you sitting there, absolutely speechless.

----

The water is cool against your skin, the evening air warm, as you float lazily in the pool. The view of the twinkling lights stretches out beyond the infinity edge.

Jungkook is across from you, leaning against the pool’s edge, his arms resting on the surface, watching you with that look.

The same one from earlier. like he’s amused. Maybe a little dangerous.

You try to ignore it, focusing on the soft ripples in the water.

A small wave splashes against your stomach. Your eyes snap up. Jungkook is still there, expression unreadable. But his fingers, barely submerged, are moving.

You narrow your eyes splashing a wave back without hesitation.

Jungkook gasps, dramatically wiping his face. “Oh, you wanna play?”

Before you can react, he swiftly moves, strong, closing the space between you in seconds.

Your breath catches as his hands find your waist, pulling you against him in the water.

“You’re really pushing your luck, wifey,” he murmurs, voice low, teasing.

Your hands find his shoulders, fingers pressing into firm, wet skin. “And what are you gonna do about it, husband?”

Jungkook grins, kissing you.

The water ripples around you as he pulls you even closer, one hand firm on your hip, the other tracing up your spine. His lips move slow, consuming, his breath mixing with yours.

You let out a small gasp, fingers curling in his hair as he deepens the kiss, his tongue teasing against yours, making you feel lightheaded.

He lifts you. Just enough for your legs to wrap around his waist, water dripping between you as his lips trail down your throat.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, heat pooling low, desire crashing into you like the waves beyond.

“Jungkook—”

“Shh,” he murmurs, voice rough, pressed against your skin. “Let me take care of my wife.”

-------------------- Day 3

The morning light filters softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You stir slightly, but before you can move, a strong arm tightens around your waist.

A deep grumble vibrates against your back. “Where are you going?”

You smile sleepily. “Nowhere.”

Jungkook nuzzles into your neck, his voice raspy with sleep. “Good. Stay.”

His fingers trace lazy patterns on your bare skin, warm, possessive. You hum, relaxing into his touch, “Why are you so tired?

Jungkook grunts. “Because my wife wore me out last night.”

Your face heats instantly. “Oh my god—”

He chuckles, pressing lazy kisses against your shoulder. “Mmm. You liked it.”

You turn to glare at him, but he’s already smirking.

“You’re annoying.”

“And you love it,” he murmurs, pulling you closer, his lips brushing your temple.

You pretend to protest, but honestly?

You could stay like this forever.

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The climb isn’t too long, but the slight incline has you huffing just a little.

“Jungkook, are we almost there?” you ask, pushing back a strand of hair as the warm breeze kisses your skin.

Jungkook, walking ahead effortlessly, doesn’t even look winded. He glances back at you with a smirk. “Tired already, wife?”

You narrow your eyes. “You dragged me up here. I should’ve just—”

You stop mid-sentence, sighing dramatically. Jungkook chuckles. Without another word, he crouches down in front of you, patting his back.

You blink. “What are you doing?”

He tilts his head. “What does it look like? Get on.”

Your lips twitch. “Are you sure? I’m not exactly—”

Jungkook turns slightly, raising a brow. “Did I stutter?”

You giggle, placing your hands on his shoulders before hopping onto his back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Jungkook adjusts his grip on your thighs, lifting you with ease.

And just like that—he carries you up the trail like you weigh nothing.

You press your cheek against his, grinning. “You’re really strong, huh?”

Jungkook hums. “You’re really lucky, huh?”

Laughing, you pepper soft kisses along his jaw, his cheek, his temple.

Jungkook exhales sharply. “Y/n.”

You blink innocently. “What?”

He grins, shaking his head. “You’re distracting me.”

You laugh against his skin. “What, can’t handle a few kisses?”

Jungkook’s grip on you tightens slightly, his voice dropping just a little lower.

“Keep testing me, wifey.”

You don’t get a chance to respond—because before you know it, you’ve reached the top.

And when Jungkook finally sets you down, he doesn’t let go immediately.

Instead, he lifts his phone, angling the camera before pulling you close against his side.

“Say wifeyyy.”

You burst out laughing, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

You still say it. and when you peek at the screen—the view behind you is breathtaking. But the way Jungkook is looking at you in the frame?

His gaze is soft, lingering—something deep. Like he’s seeing something even more beautiful than the world around him.

---------------------- Day 4

Jungkook walks beside you, hands in his pockets, sunglasses on, looking effortlessly cool—until you drag him straight into a clothing store.

“You’re making me shop?” he groans.

You grin, already browsing. “Of course.”

Jungkook exhales, resigned. “Fine. But if I’m suffering, I get to rate your choices.”

And just like that, he ends up sitting on one of those plush chairs outside the fitting room, watching you like this is some kind of mission. You try on a few outfits, twirling in front of him.

Jungkook’s commentary is pure chaos.

“Too frilly.” “Too serious.”

“That one makes you look like a cute little menace—get it.”

You laugh, shaking your head. Eventually, you pick out two dresses, and a jacket for your boyfriend.

No.

Husband.

At the counter, you pull out your card, ready to pay—only for Jungkook to casually slide his in before you can react.

“Jungkook—”

“Got it.” He says it so effortlessly, like it’s nothing.

You stare at him. “I was paying.”

Jungkook shrugs, grabbing the bags. “Not when I’m here.”

You open your mouth to protest, but before you can—

The cashier smiles warmly. “You have a very thoughtful boyfriend.”

“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend.”

The cashier’s eyes widen slightly. “Oh, I’m so sorry—”

You smile sweetly. “He’s my husband.”

The cashier relaxes, “Ohh! You two make a lovely couple.”

You squeeze Jungkook’s arm, pressing close. “Thank you! He’s the sweetest hubby, really.”

Jungkook just stands there. Blinking.

The cashier laughs. “You’re a lucky woman.”

You beam, looking up at Jungkook. “I know.”

The moment you step outside, he leans down, murmuring lowly.

“You did that on purpose.”

You grin. “And?”

Jungkook shakes his head, running a hand through his hair.

Your arms are full of shopping bags, and Jungkook is carrying even more.

“You have a problem,” he groans, adjusting the bags on his arms.

You grin, unfazed. “Correction: we have a problem.”

Jungkook exhales dramatically. “I need a refund on this marriage.”

You gasp, clutching your chest. “How dare you? After all we’ve been through?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, but his lips twitch. “Come on, let’s find food before you convince me to adopt a souvenir shop.”

----

The night market buzzes with life—Fairy lights and lanterns glow overhead, casting a golden hue as soft music drifts through the lively streets.

You and Jungkook wander through the crowd, sharing bites of food, laughing as he tries to steal yours.

You pause by a musician playing a soft acoustic song, his voice melting into the warm night.

You turn to Jungkook immediately.

His eyes narrow. “No.”

You bat your lashes, pouting. “Please?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Jungkook,” you whine, nudging him relentlessly.

“No.”

Puppy eyes.

Jungkook groans, running a hand down his face. “Oh my god, stop looking at me like that.”

He swears under his breath before finally stepping forward. “You owe me,” he mutters.

The musician grins, strumming the guitar as Jungkook casually leans in and starts singing.

His voice melts into the night, smooth and effortless, blending perfectly with the melody. Conversations quiet, heads turn, people pause to listen.

You watch in awe, your heart tripping over itself.

Jungkook, who claimed he didn’t want to sing, looks completely in his element.

By the time the song ends, the small crowd cheers and claps—and Jungkook glances at you, shaking his head with a knowing smirk.

“You’re impossible,” he mutters, but he’s smiling.

You beam, grabbing his hand. “And you’re amazing.”

Jungkook lets you pull him away, fingers intertwined, the warmth of the night wrapping around you both.

------------------- Day 5

The small cooking studio is bright and welcoming, filled with the scent of fresh, warm bread.

Jungkook snickers as you struggle with your apron. “Are you already losing?”

You glare. “Shut up.”

He grins, effortlessly tying his own. “You sure you don’t want to just let me cook?”

“Nope,” you're determined.

Jungkook just laughs, clearly amused.

The class begins, and predictably— you’re a disaster.

Your dough refuses to knead properly, your vegetables are questionably chopped.

Jungkook, of course, is thriving.

“I can’t believe I’m married to this,” he sighs dramatically, shaking his head.

You elbow him. “EXCUSE ME?”

He smirks, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Don’t worry, wifey. I’ll make sure we don’t starve.”

You roll your eyes, but your stomach flips a little at the way he says it.

Midway through the class, Jungkook’s phone vibrates.

“Work,” he mutters, frowning. “I’ll be quick. Don’t burn the place down.”

You wave him off. “Go, go.”

With Jungkook distracted, Jay—the instructor—steps over your station to help.

“How’s it going over here?”

You laugh sheepishly, “Terrible. I think I’ve offended the cooking gods.”

Jay laughs. “You’re not that bad.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Okay, yeah, this is pretty bad,” he grins.

“Try using less force,” he suggests, guiding your hands gently.

You try again, still failing miserably.

“Okay, maybe a little more force than that.”

You groan in frustration, but it only makes him grin.

“At least you’re enjoying yourself,” he says.

You laugh, shaking your head.

Jungkook returns just in time to see you laughing easily, comfortably—with the instructor.

He steps back beside you, sliding an arm around your waist effortlessly.

“You good, sweetheart?” he asks.

You blink up at him. Sweetheart?

Jay nods. “We were just fixing the dough.”

Jungkook hums, but his hand stays on you.

For the rest of the lesson, he’s suddenly way too attentive. Helping you, adjusting your apron, calling you ‘wife’ three times in five minutes.

Oh, you know exactly what’s happening.

And honestly? You love it.

----

The sun is beginning to set, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold. The evening air carrying the salty scent of the ocean. Jungkook walks ahead, leading you toward a parked motorbike.

“Wait. You—”

Jungkook swings his leg over the seat effortlessly, grinning as he pats the space behind him. “Get on.”

Your eyes widen. “Jungkook. Where did you even get this?”

He smirks. “Rented it.”

You stare. “When?”

He shrugs, slipping his sunglasses on. “Had some free time.”

You cross your arms. “And you didn’t tell me?”

Jungkook chuckles, reaching for your wrist and pulling you closer. “It’s a surprise, baby. Now, come on.”

Jungkook pats the seat again, smirking. “Scared?”

You narrow your eyes. “Not even a little.”

Swinging your leg over, you settle behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

Jungkook hums in approval, his hands resting on yours.

“Hold on tight.”

The bike roars to life, wheels kicking up dust as he speeds down the open road.

Wind rushes through your hair, the world blurring around you in a mixture of colors and motion.

You gasp, laughing as you tighten your hold on him. “Jungkook—!”

He laughs too, a sound so free, so full of joy, that it makes your chest tighten.

“Like it?” he shouts over the wind.

You press your cheek against his back, grinning against the fabric of his shirt. “I love it!”

Jungkook grins too. And then—he speeds up.

You squeal, tightening your grip. “Jungkook, slow down!”

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest. “I thought you weren’t scared?”

You huff, smacking his stomach lightly.

Jungkook laughs, slowing just a little.

He rides for a while, taking you through winding coastal roads, past cliffs overlooking the sea, the salty air mixing with the scent of his cologne.

He leads you both to a secluded viewpoint overlooking the ocean.

The view is breathtaking—endless ocean stretching toward the horizon, the sun dipping lower, turning the water into molten gold.

You don’t even realize you’re still holding onto him.

Jungkook turns slightly, his voice lower now. “You can let go, you know.”

You nuzzle against his shoulder. “Don’t want to.”

His fingers gently brush against yours.

Then, a whisper, almost lost in the sound of the waves.

“Then don’t.”

------------------- Day 6

You wake up expecting another fun day of exploring, but something feels different. Jungkook is way too calm. No teasing smirks. No cryptic questions.

Just casual, relaxed Jungkook, who kisses your forehead and says, “Let’s just take it easy today.”

Huh?

You squint at him. This man has been planning every second of this trip and now he suddenly wants to ‘take it easy’?

But okay, fine.

You two spend the day strolling around, checking out small shops. and every time you try to read his expression, he just smiles.

Like he knows something you don’t.

By late afternoon, you can’t take it anymore. You stop in your tracks and grab his arm. “Jungkook, what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” he asks, pretending to be clueless.

“You’re… too normal?”

He snorts. “And that’s suspicious?”

“VERY.”

Jungkook just laughs and pulls you into a hug. “Baby, relax. Just enjoy the day, yeah?”

You narrow your eyes, suspicious as ever, but decide to let it go.

As you head back to the hotel, Jungkook casually says, “Oh, by the way, be ready by 7.”

Oh. Okay??

So here you are standing in front of the mirror, holding up two dresses.

Jungkook’s lack of details has you overthinking. What exactly are you dressing for? Something fancy? Something casual?

With a sigh, you call out, “Jungkook, help me pick.”

He walks over, eyes flicking between the two options. “Try them on.”

You huff. “Can’t you just choose?”

He smirks, leaning against the doorframe. “Nope. I wanna see.”

Rolling your eyes, you slip into the first dress—a soft, elegant choice. Pretty, but… safe.

You step out, twirling slightly. “This?”

Jungkook hums, tilting his head. “It’s nice.”

Nice?

You narrow your eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He bites back a grin. “Try the other one.”

You sigh but change into the second dress—a sleeveless, ankle-length beauty. fitted at the top, flowing softly down your waist, hugging you in all the right places.

You step out, smoothing the fabric "This one?”

His eyes drag over you, slower this time. His lips part slightly, but no words come out.

You raise an eyebrow. “Well?”

Jungkook swallows, his voice lower. “Yeah. That one.”

You smirk, turning back to the mirror. “Thought so.”

----

Jungkook leads you outside, where a sleek, black car is already waiting.

You blink, surprised. “Wait… you booked a private car?”

Jungkook grins, opening the door for you. “Of course. Only the best for my wife.”

You roll your eyes, getting in, biting back a small smile.

As the car glides through the city, Jungkook’s hand finds yours, thumb tracing small circles.

You glance at him. “Are you ever going to tell me where we’re going?”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Nope.”

You huff dramatically. “I hate you.”

Jungkook just smirks, leaning closer. “No, you don’t.”

It doesn't take long when the car pulls up to the venue. He opens the door for you.

“We’re here,” he murmurs, squeezing your fingers.

You step out, and your breath catches instantly. The place is breathtaking. Not extravagant, not overwhelming—just perfect.

The entrance is lined with soft, golden lights. Delicate floral arrangements fill the space, their scent carried by the evening breeze. The tables are set with warm candlelight, elegant yet cozy decor, the entire atmosphere radiating love.

It’s exactly what you’d love.

You turn to him, eyes wide with awe. “Jungkook…”

He watches you, a small, proud smile tugging at his lips.

“You like it?” he asks softly.

Your chest tightens. “Like it? It’s.. beautiful.”

Jungkook grins, leading you inside.

But as you take it all in, you speak softly, “You shouldn’t have spent so much..”

Jungkook stops, turning to you. His brows furrow slightly, as if he doesn’t understand. With a small chuckle, he leans in, his voice gentle.

“Baby,” he murmurs. “Do you really think I wouldn’t give you the world if I could?”

Your heart stumbles. A small smile making to your face.

Jungkook pulls out your chair, helping you settle before taking his seat across from you. The soft candlelight flickers between you, casting a golden glow over his features.

And the way he’s looking at you? Like you’re the most beautiful thing in the room.

You raise an eyebrow, smiling. “You’re staring.”

Jungkook shrugs, unbothered. “Yeah.”

Your heart stumbles.

The conversation flows easily—laughter, teasing, deep moments that make your chest tighten. And just when you think the night couldn’t get any more romantic, Jungkook stands, offering his hand.

“Dance with me?”

Your eyes widen slightly. “Here?”

He nods toward the open space, where soft music plays in the background. “Why not?”

You hesitate for half a second before slipping your hand into his. Jungkook guides you effortlessly, his touch firm yet gentle. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close, swaying to the soft melody.

Your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, your cheek pressing against his chest.

“I love you,” Jungkook murmurs.

Your heart melts.

You tilt your head up, meeting his gaze. “I love you, too.”

Jungkook’s smile softens before he leans in, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to your lips.

Everything else fades.

It’s just you, him, and the feeling of being completely and utterly loved.

----

The ride back to the hotel is quiet, comfortable—Jungkook’s fingers lazily tracing patterns on your palm as he holds your hand.

Once inside the room, you kick off your heels, sighing dramatically.

Jungkook chuckles. “Tired?”

You turn to him, smirking. “Emotionally, yes. My husband was incredibly romantic tonight. It was overwhelming.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, but the tips of his ears turn pink. “Shut up.”

You gasp. “Oh my god, are you blushing?”

He groans, grabbing your waist and pulling you into bed with him.

You yelp, laughing as you land against his chest.

His arms lock around you, holding you close. “Stop talking.”

You grin against his skin. “Never.”

Jungkook sighs dramatically, but his grip tightens.

You shift slightly, tilting your head up to look at him softly, “Seriously, though… tonight was perfect. Thank you.”

His gaze softens. “Anything for you, baby.”

Your heart melts as you snuggle deeper into his warmth.

Jungkook presses a lazy kiss to your forehead.

------------------- Day 7

From the moment you wake up, there’s a heaviness in your chest.

It’s the last day of your trip.

Tomorrow morning, you’ll be on a flight back home, and this dream-like escape with Jungkook will be just… a memory.

You sigh, leaning into his warmth. “I don’t want this to end.”

Jungkook presses a soft kiss to your temple. “We still have the whole day, baby.”

You both decide to just walk..with no specific destination in mind, hand in hand, strolling through the streets, weaving through flower stalls, sharing street food, laughing at nothing. The weather is perfect—bright but breezy, the sky painted in soft blues and wisps of white clouds.

Everywhere you turn, there are vibrant flowers in bloom, colors bursting against the golden buildings.

Jungkook squeezes your hand. “Happy?”

You look up at him, feeling the sun, the wind, the warmth of his palm against yours.

“Very.”

You don’t know how long you walk. Until—You turn a corner—

An open, breathtaking garden.

Sprawling fields of flowers in every shade imaginable. The gentle breeze carries their scent, petals dancing in the wind.

And the sunset—oh, the sunset. Burning gold, soft pinks, and deep purples, stretching endlessly into the horizon.

“...Wow.”

You step forward instinctively, tugging Jungkook’s hand, drawn to the beauty before you.

Your fingers graze the petals of a flower, eyes wide with childlike wonder.

“It’s so beautiful,” you whisper, voice barely above a breath.

Jungkook doesn’t respond.

Because he’s not looking at the flowers. He’s looking at you. The way your hair moves with the wind, strands catching the golden light. The way your lips part slightly in awe, the way your eyes shine with pure happiness.

His chest tightens, something deep and unshakable settling in his heart.

He clicks his camera. Capturing you—this moment, this feeling. The shutter sound makes you turn around, still grinning.

“Kook, this place is amazing, isn’t it?”

Jungkook steps forward, silently plucking a small flower from a nearby bush. gently tucking it behind your ear.

You laugh lightly at the gesture—until you notice his expression.

He’s just… watching you.

So much love in his eyes, so much depth—like he’s seeing something more than just this moment. The laughter fades. He leans in without a word.

A soft kiss. Slow. So full of emotion that your heart aches. When he pulls away, you whisper against his lips, breathless. "What was that for?”

Jungkook’s gaze holds yours. He smiles, voice barely above a whisper.

“Just like that.”

----

As the sun lowers into the horizon you're back to the beach, golden hues, the waves lapping gently at the shore.

You and Jungkook sit side by side on the sand, your fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns in it.

His arm rests behind you, his presence warm and comforting. Neither of you speaks much—there’s no need to. The silence is peaceful, filled only by the sound of the waves and the distant laughter of kids playing nearby.

Jungkook glances at you, softly smiling. “Feeling better?”

You hum, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Yeah. Today was perfect.”

He presses a kiss to your hair. “Good.”

You both sit there, soaking in the moment, something you never want to forget.

Your attention shifts to the group of kids laughing a little ways down the beach.

Something about their pure, carefree joy makes you smile.

You’re standing up, dusting the sand off your dress.

“I’ll be back.”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “Where are you—”

But you’re already walking toward the kids.

Jungkook stays seated, watching as you crouch down to talk to them, as they giggle, as you laugh with them.

Watching as your eyes shine with excitement, your hair catching the evening light, your smile so full of warmth it makes something deep inside him ache.

His chest feels… tight, full. Happy in a way that words can’t describe.

You fully immerse yourself in the game they’re playing, running around, helping them build something in the sand, laughing like a child yourself.

Jungkook can’t take his eyes off you.

After a while, you lean down, whispering something to one of the kids.

The said kid rushes toward him, stopping right in front of him with big, excited eyes.

“Your wife wants to know if you want to play with us!”

Jungkook blinks.

Then—he chuckles, shaking his head, completely endeared.

“Wife, huh?” he muses, standing up and dusting off his pants.

The boy nods eagerly. “She said you have to say yes.”

Jungkook sighs dramatically. “Of course she did.”

But he’s already walking toward you, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Didn’t even spare the kids, huh?” he teases, wrapping an arm around your waist playfully.

You grin up at him. “Nope.”

Jungkook shakes his head, but he’s smiling—smiling so, so much.

For the next hour, the two of you run through the sand, playing, laughing, losing yourselves in the moment.

Jungkook picks up a kid, spins them around, their giggles echoing through the air. You chase another, only to get caught yourself, falling onto the sand in a fit of laughter. And through it all—Jungkook watches you. His heart aching with love, with something deeper, something infinite.

Because this?

This is what happiness feels like.

The walk back to the hotel is quiet, peaceful—your hearts still full from the evening.

As soon as you step inside, you both head to the bathroom, washing off the sand. Jungkook runs a towel through his damp hair, watching as you step out first.

You make your way to the mirror, fingers reaching up to remove your earrings. Jungkook wraps his arms around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder.

Your eyes fall to his hand—the matching ring on his finger. Then to yours. You chuckle softly, turning in his embrace.

"Our fake marriage ends tonight,” you tease, holding up your hand.

Jungkook’s eyes flicker, something unreadable passing through them.

He exhales a soft laugh, shaking his head.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, lifting your hand to his lips. “We still have a few hours left.”

His voice is low, filled with something that makes your breath catch.

He kisses you. Slow—like he’s memorizing the way you taste, the way you feel, the way this moment exists.

Jungkook’s hands trail down your back, feather-light, deliberate.

You feel the slow unzip of your dress. You shudder, anticipation curling in your stomach, making your breath hitch.

His lips stay on yours, teasing, soft, even as his fingers push the fabric off your shoulders. The silk slides down your arms, skimming your skin before pooling at your feet.

Jungkook leans back slightly, his darkened gaze sweeping over you. His tongue flicks over his lips, jaw tightening.

You feel warmth creep up your neck. “Jungkook…”

A small smirk tugs at his lips. “You’re shy?”

“Shut up,” you breathe.

He chuckles, shaking his head, but his hands are already lifting you effortlessly. You gasp softly as he carries you to the bed, his grip firm, steady.

Jungkook lays you down gently, hovering above you, his fingers gliding over your skin—his lips follow, trailing soft kisses from your collarbone, across your chest, moving lower. Jungkook takes his time. His mouth brushes against your skin—slow, reverent.

His hands map every curve, every dip, every part of you that he wants to claim. You writhe beneath him, warmth spreading through your body, your fingers threading through his hair.

He looks up, his gaze locking with yours, something intense flickering in his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice husky, thick with emotion.

Heat coils in your stomach, your heart hammering.

Jungkook smirks softly. “Still shy?”

You bite your lip, refusing to answer, but he just chuckles. Jungkook’s fingers trail down your spine, teasing.

His lips find the sensitive spot on your neck, sucking lightly as his hands slide to your back, unhooking your bra with practiced ease.

The fabric falls away, and his hot mouth lashes onto your breast, tongue swirling, sucking, teasing.

A gasp escapes you, your back arching into him. His hand already trailing lower, over your stomach, between your thighs. His fingers press over your soaked panties, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

Your hips lift slightly, desperate for more. Jungkook smirks against your skin, pushing your panties aside before slipping his fingers through your folds.

His touch is gentle but firm, working you open, drawing soft, breathless moans from your lips.

Your fingers tangle into his hair, tugging. “-kook…” His name falls from your lips, breathy, desperate.

That seems to snap something in him. He pulls his fingers out slowly, making you whimper at the loss. You reach for his t-shirt, tugging at it impatiently.

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate. He pulls it over his head, revealing golden skin, hard muscles, the sculpted lines of his chest.

Your hands immediately roam over his torso, feeling every ridge, every flex beneath your touch.

He kisses you again, claiming. As his lips move against yours, you lower your hand, palming him through his pants. Jungkook groans against your mouth, his hips twitching at your touch. Tugging at his waistband, you push his pants down, and he helps, kicking them off.

Your fingers wrap around his thick, heavy length, stroking slowly. Jungkook shudders, his head dropping into the crook of your neck. His hand moves between your legs again, teasing your entrance, feeling just how ready you are.

You grab him, lining him up at your entrance. Jungkook’s gaze meets yours, dark, burning. Your body stretches, molding to fit him perfectly as he pushes in.

A moan rips from your throat, but Jungkook swallows it, his lips pressing against yours. He moves slow, savoring every second, letting you feel everything.

One hand strokes your cheek, his thumb caressing your lower lip. You part your lips, taking his thumb into your mouth, sucking softly.

Jungkook’s eyes darken instantly, his jaw tightening. His pace quickens, thrusts deep and deliberate, every movement pushing you closer to the edge.

Your nails dig into his back, leaving scratches—marks that he welcomes.

“I—I'm close,” you whimper, body trembling beneath him.

Jungkook’s breath is ragged, his forehead pressed to yours. “Hold it,” he rasps, his voice raw.

Your body trembles beneath him, every nerve overwhelmed as Jungkook keeps his slow, deep thrusts steady. His breath is hot against your lips, his forehead resting against yours.

Your fingers clutch his back, nails dragging over his skin, and he groans, hips stuttering for a moment. “Jungkook-,” you gasp, legs tightening around his waist.

You whimper, toes curling, mind blurring.

Jungkook leans down, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss, swallowing your moans. His thumb trails between your bodies, finding that sensitive spot, rubbing slow, teasing circles.

You arch into him, body tightening.

“Now,” he breathes, voice low, commanding. “Come with me, baby.”

He thrusts deep, hitting exactly where you need him. Your body shatters, waves of pleasure crashing over you, moans spilling from your lips as you fall apart beneath him.

Jungkook groans deeply, burying his face in your neck as his release follows, hips jerking, his body shaking with the force of it.

He holds you so tight, as if trying to keep this moment frozen in time. Both of you pant heavily, bodies tangled together, skin sticky with sweat.

Jungkook stays inside you, his weight warm, loving.

His arms wrap snugly around your waist, pressing slow, lazy kisses to your shoulder, your collarbone, anywhere he can reach.

Your fingers tangle in his damp hair, trailing softly, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath.

Your heart is still racing. After a moment, he lifts his head, his dark eyes finding yours, heavy with something deep, something endless.

You smile, tired but content. “What?”

Jungkook just stares, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. His fingers trace soft, absentminded patterns over your skin, the other still intertwined with yours.

He speaks, softer than a whisper, almost like an afterthought, “Do you want to marry me again after this trip?”

A soft, breathless laugh escapes you. “What?”

Jungkook doesn’t waver. His hold tightens slightly, thumb brushing against your knuckles. A little more hesitant, but still so full of love—

“Do you want to marry me, Y/N?”

The weight of his words settles over you—warm, overwhelming, all-consuming.

Your lips part slightly, heart stuttering.

But then—you realize something.

You stare at him for a moment, and then, to his surprise, a soft chuckle slips past your lips.

Jungkook’s brows furrow slightly, confused.

“Jungkook…” you murmur, biting your lip, eyes twinkling. “Did you really just propose to me in this situation?”

His ears turn red instantly. A soft groan escapes him as he buries his face in your shoulder.

“Just answer,” he mumbles, voice muffled against your skin.

Your chest tightens—so full of warmth, so full of love you can barely contain it.

Cupping his face, you bite back a bigger smile, your voice soft,—

“Don’t you already know the answer?”

Jungkook’s breath catches. He murmurs, softer this time.

“I want to hear it.”

You pull him down, your lips brushing against his as you whisper—

“Yes. I’ll marry you again, husband.”

His breath shudders—something raw, something so full of love it nearly breaks you.

He's kissing you.

Slow. Endless.

Like a promise, like a vow, like something unbreakable. His hands tighten around yours, fingers lacing together.

Your matching rings glinting under the dim light.

Blending together.

Like fate. Like love.

Like something that was meant to be all along.

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[rafeysbunny]

hyperbaric chamber sex with jj

two hours, twenty-seven minutes, forty-three seconds... forty-four... forty-five... that's the time jj and you have been locked up inside this thing. how did they call it again? oh yeah, a hyperbaric chamber —whatever the hell that is. not that you can complain about it, tho, it has saved you both from a painful ass death.

"this sucks," jj whines in the silence —it must be two or three in the morning, so the hospital it's pretty quiet.

he's laying on his back next to you, your bodies pressed together since the space is a little bit small for two people, though it is not entirely uncomfortable... you even have pillows, which is more than you were expecting —yay.

"it could be worse," you answer, big eyes fixed on the ceiling of the chamber as you listen to the weird sounds it makes. "we could be dead, for instance."

it's warm inside, so you aren't cold despite wearing just a tiny pair of shorts and a thin tank top, your bikini still slightly wet underneath the clothes. the pressure is quite intense, which makes your ears hurt a little, but you try your best not to focus on that, or you might just go crazy in here

jj grumbles a response, shifting his weight to get more comfortable. "you know what's the worst part?" you turn your head to the side to look at him questioningly, and you find him already staring at you, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his pink lips despite the situation you're both in. "we finally found some alone time, just the two of us, and we're stuck in a tin can. talk about romantic, huh?" he says, a certain amused tone in his voice.

you can't help but laugh softly at his words, loving how he always finds the way to lift the mood nonetheless. unconsciously, you shift closer to him, the roguish look in his handsome face drawing you in.

"yeah.... that definitely sucks," you mutter, nodding in agreement.

jj leans in to press a slow kiss to your lips, his hand reaching out to wrap around your waist and pull you closer. your bodies now flush against each other. your eyelids flutter shut instantly, a little gasp leaving your lips in response.

"we could... make the best out of it?" he suggests softly, his voice barely a whisper.

"well, we're not getting out any time soon, so..." you murmur against his lips with a smile, small hands gripping the fabric of his worn-out t-shirt.

jj hums lowly in agreement, his fingers trailing up and down your side as he seals his mouth over yours again. this time, his tongue slips past your parted lips to tangle with yours as he shifts to hover over you, the heat of his body enveloping you in the tight space.

you return the kiss lazily while you spread your legs for him, wrapping them around his waist as soon as he places himself in between them. he groans softly against your mouth as he grinds his hips against yours slowly, his touch becoming more insistent as he drags his fingertips along the skin bare skin of your supple thighs; the friction makes you gasp.

"wait," you mumble into the kiss, gently breaking it, and he takes the opportunity to start pressing wet kisses to your neck instead.

you open your eyes as you fumble for his pillow next to you. once you grab it, you shove it against the window, blocking the view from outside. he pulls back slightly to peer at you with a mischievous glint in his eye as he registers what you've done.

"my clever girl," he murmurs approvingly.

he kisses you once more before making quick work of your shorts, swiftly yanking them down your plush thighs alongside your bikini bottom. you lift your hips to help him take them off, and as soon as he's pulled down the pieces of clothing, he tosses them aside. you open your legs for him, pussy now exposed in all its glory; the sight alone has him hard already.

"suck 'em f'me, princess," he commands softly, pushing his middle and ring finger inside your mouth to get them wet.

you comply eagerly, hollowing your cheeks around his digits and sucking until they're covered in your saliva. you can feel his free hand sneaking up your thigh, his thumb eventually latching onto your little clit to rub it in tight circles. the gentle rubbing, added to the high risk of getting caught, gets you wet in a second.

a thread of saliva stretches in between his fingers and your lips as he takes them out of your mouth, aiming for your cunt. you can't help but moan when he slips both of them inside, brows knitting together in a frown at the delicious stretch.

"shh, baby, gotta be quiet," he murmurs with a lopsided smirk, biting his bottom lip as he relishes in the way you squirm underneath him. "can you do that?" after you nod in response, he adds, "of course you can, such a good girl."

he keeps fingering you for a little bit, crooking his digits just right to hit that spongy spot at the front that makes your toes wiggle. he also scissors them as he moves them in and out, slowly opening you up for his cock —that's much bigger than his fingers, for sure. his thumb is still touching your swollen clit with just enough pressure to drive you wild.

soon, you're begging him. "jay, please," you whisper breathlessly, hips desperately bucking against his veiny hand. "need you... need your cock."

with a self-satisfied smile, he slowly withdraws his digits, leaving your pussy fluttering around thin air. you're soaking wet by now, hands eagerly helping him get rid of his annoying clothing so he can get inside you as quickly as possible.

when he finally thrusts into your sopping cunt, neither of you can hold back the moans, jj covering your mouth and hiding his face on the crook of your neck to muffle the sounds as he starts pounding hard into you.

"jesus christ," he grunts, his fingers pressing your mouth shut so harshly that the cool metal of his rings is biting into your sensitive skin. "princess, fuck... you feel so good."

his warm breath caresses your ear as he keeps whispering his filth in it, "you're fucking dripping... getting this wet for being fucked in public, what a slut, huh?" his teeth bite your earlobe, his tongue soothing the sting afterwards. "gonna fuck you in every damn place we go from now on if you like it this much."

your eyes roll back, his dirty talk just adding to the pleasure his thrusts provide. he'd not fail to fuck you dumb, his cock hitting all the right spots inside your cunt until you're cumming around it the hardest you've ever cum, pussy tightening and pulsing around his dick so good that he's right behind you, spilling inside you with the most gorgeous moan.

more.

taglist: @jesschalamet

[cheralith]

— baby blue. feat. michael kaiser || wc: 890 cw: gn!reader, no pronouns used, girldad!kaiser, parenthood, no explicit birth process/pregnancy mentioned, fluff, lightly suggestive at the end a/n: rather lazy writing soz! nothing too deep here i just felt like being soft

"why are you so small."

"micha, she's an infant," you sigh as your husband narrows his eyes at the little baby girl held in your arms that just simply stares back at him blankly with doe-like gaze that mimic yours.

kaiser crosses his arms almost stubbornly as your daughter babbles at him, smiling widely despite the frown on his face. she shoves her head into your chest, pretending to hide herself, before she peeks out curiously to look at him, then giggling again when she sees him in the same position.

it's hard to see, but you see his eyes soften slightly at her laughter, ocean hues that match hers lowering their guard.

"so?" he mutters. "yoichi's son is growing so fast already, she needs to catch up."

"maybe because he was born four months before she was?" you suggest with a roll of your eyes, cradling your daughter's head tenderly as she rests her cheek on your chest again, the baby fat squishing against her face.

your statement that bypasses his sense of logic completely, kaiser going to pick her up from your lap and examine her body like a foreign specimen. she coos at him, her legs swinging in the air and gloved hands flailing about as he twists and turns her, brows pinched in concentration.

kaiser turns her toward his stony gaze again. his sourness goes completely unnoticed by her, a look that your daughter doesn't understand the meaning of, so she merely imitates her father when he tilts his head at her, her golden locks drooping over her face when she repeats his action curiously. you fight the urge to laugh, the playfulness she gained from you peeking through.

"you need to start crawling soon," he states sternly to her. "your life plan estimates that you'll begin to crawl once you're around seven months, but it's never too bad to start early."

babytalk isn't in kaiser's nature when it comes to your daughter—he'd rather talk to her in a more professional manner, one that mirrors a boss to an office associate, with the only time he tried it resulting in him cringing at himself and leaving ness, her godfather, to do the work for him. surprisingly enough, however, everything else in parenthood naturally to him—changing diapers, rocking her to sleep, even his sense in fashion when picking her clothes out seemed so intrinsically normal for him.

"you're getting quite chubby, too," he mutters, glancing at her belly that sticks out a little from her sky blue onesie—courtesy of him, of course. nearly all her closet is in different shades of the striking blue that tints her father's hair. "that's good, though. you need to grow big and strong so you can overtake yoichi's brat. give me something to boast about."

"oh my god, why are you treating her as if she's some sort of pawn?" you exasperate. "she's your kid."

"exactly," kaiser affirms with a nod of his head. "she's my kid so like her dad, she needs to be the best. her father's not a world-class soccer player for nothing," your husband turns to your daughter again, gently planting his forehead against her own as though he was giving her some sort of pep-talk like his coach does to him before games. "you've got some huge shoes to fill, you know that?"

your daughter only incoherently jabbers again, happily babbling and smacking her hands to the sides of his face, laughing when he visibly winces at the impact of her tiny fists on his temples. kaiser pulls a sour face at the pain and pulls her back from him, but his frown is quickly replaced with a confident smirk.

"you've got my strength already, huh?" he remarks slyly to your daughter, to which she replies with a soft giggle at the familiar u-shape of his lips—one that she knows people make when they're happy. "perfect. you're perfect. you're going to be the best in the world, i can feel it."

"don't set her up for high expectations," you warn to him, your warning going over his head as he swaddles your daughter in his arms and takes her away from you, plotting something to your disdain.

an upbringing of sorrow and isolation had made your husband rather apprehensive when he learned he was going to be a father. you suppose that because kaiser knew the worst of the worst from a child's point of view that it compelled him to offer only the best things in life to his daughter, hence why he spoiled her endlessly and gave her everything in life that he wasn't able to get when he was a child.

he wanted to ensure that his daughter knew she was wanted in life, unlike he was, that her existence was born from love and desire. and while he had an odd way of showing his love, the way he watched over her, cared for her, and nurtured her was still love all the same.

"you know what a soccer ball is?" he asks her as he presses a gentle kiss to her head, her little "aguh!" making him nod affirmingly. "good. get used to it. think of it as your sibling for now."

kaiser then throws a look over his shoulder, catching your gaze.

"just until you get an actual one," he says, his snicker being mimicked by your daughter when you gawk at him.

like father, like daughter—almost too much so to your discontent.

[i-like-writing-stuff]

never changing [ five hargreeves x reader ]

a/n: hi y’all! it’s been a hot minute since i’ve been on here, but after the absolute shit show that season 4 was, some sparks ignited in me to write up anything to take my mind off it 🙌

its not anything crazy, just fluff and banter since i haven’t written anything in years so it may be as poorly redacted as this season lmao

summary: five and y/n attend their niece birthday party together, yet separate

“Happy birthday, little Gracie!” You smiled widely, trying not to drop the wrapped present box as the six year old girl jumped into your arms, “Oh my gosh, look at you! You’re just getting prettier by day, aren’t you?”

You had just got off work in a hurry to make your appearance at the little girl’s birthday party at a decent time, in spite of the amount of paperwork you managed to bury yourself in lately. You knew how much it would have meant for the celebrated one to show up and you couldn’t bear to let her down, especially on her birthday.

After spending most of your life working for the Commission, and then a decent amount of time exhausting yourself in trying to stop multiple Apocalypses, your last six years have been pretty quiet as a lawyer. You really wanted to get out of the whole assassin thing, but at the same time couldn’t exactly move on from the thrill of the work field. Your career as a lawyer took off really well these past years, but inevitably it came along with the cost of always being stuck at work, so whenever your niece got the chance to see you, she was truly enthusiastic.

“Auntie Y/N!” She wrapped her tiny arms around your neck, engulfing you into a tight hug, “You are here!”

Nonetheless, these six years have been truly and undeniably the most peaceful time of your life for as long as you could remember.

“You literally saw each other the other day,” Five raised a brow, watching you and the celebrated one act as if you hadn’t seen each other in years.

You and the little girl shared a look, before rolling your eyes and turning to glare at the man next to you. Ever since Grace learned how to talk, you and her would gang up on her uncle for your amusement, especially since he was so keen on entertaining the banter.

These past six year have gone by in the blink of an eye, yet at the same time at a slow and steady pace. You spent most of your time working anyway, but still kept in touch with the seven siblings you’d grown to love.

Some in different ways than others.

“Uncle Five, you’re always more excited than me to see Aunt Y/N,” Gracie waved him off, making you burst out laughing, “Jealousy isn’t a good look on you anyway.”

“What is a good look on him anyway?” You smirked, making the little girl laugh, as Five swept her into his arms;

“Okay, munchkin, it’s your birthday today, but tomorrow I’m going back to bullying you,” He joked, causing you both to laugh, before the two shared a hug before you, “You’re lucky your gift has no return policy.”

The party had already started by the time you made it there. The playground was huddled by other kids around Grace’s age, along with their parents. The music was playing loudly over the laughter of children and you were pretty sure that most of the family had already arrived. It was not the most ideal gathering, but you tried your best to keep in touch with most of the family to your best capabilities.

“Y/N, I’m so glad you could make it!” Luther smiled, appearing from the crowd of guests, immediately giving you a big hug as his niece was still wrapped around Five, “Haven’t seen you since Thanksgiving!”

“Big shot lawyer doesn’t always have the time to stay in touch with family, huh?” Diego teased you, following suit, as you rolled your eyes, dropping off his daughter’s gift in his hands.

“Big shot delivery driver doesn’t know the phone works both ways, huh?” You smirked, putting your hands on your hips.

Diego laughed out loud as he gave you a hug, always in the mood for a back and forth short banter with you. After all, you truly were family, even if you didn’t always have the time to be present in the Hargreeves’ day to day lives. You may have met them in the original timeline in 2019, when you accidentally time traveled with your former partner at the Commission, Five, but after all you’ve been through, you didn’t need to have grown up together or be blood related to be considered that. And you truly were grateful for each and every single one of them, in spite of the many differences over the years.

After everything that’s happened six years ago at Hotel Oblivion, everyone went their separate ways. Allison was back with her daughter while trying to further her acting career and also help Klaus stay on the sober line, Viktor had moved to Canada where he opened a bar, Diego and Lila had three kids, Luther was “professionally dancing”, Ben had some run-ins with the law and Five, ironically enough, was working for the CIA.

“Well, you two are as annoying as always,” Ben told you and his brother, making Diego roll his eyes as he walked towards the gift table to set down your present.

“Please try to stay out of prison at least for the remainder of the year,” You joked with the man, making him roll his eyes as he hugged you loosely, “There’s only so much favors I could owe the DA.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Ben groaned, “I don’t even know why they let you work at the law firm since you still look like a prepubescent with no boobs. Even Five got a growth spurt.”

“I sized up to B recently, thank you very much,” You nudged his shoulder, before placing your hands on your chest in an offended manner.

“Okay, Gracie, not a conversation you’d wanna hear,” Five spoke up, putting his niece down, “Your aunt needs to learn some etiquette on how to act around children.”

“Funny coming from you,” You couldn’t help but wave him off.

You didn’t come in with Five at the party, but as fate had it, you did run into him as you were parking your car. He had just gone out to his brother’s dusty van to bring inside some more cookies for the guests. You kept in touch with him as well, but not as often as you would have liked. It’s not all that serious, but given the fact that you were a lawyer still climbing your way to the top and him being a top notch CIA agent, you didn’t exactly have the time to hang out.

At least, not as much as you’d have liked.

Five was watching you with a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and his hands in his pockets. He had the same look on his face as always when watching you. He had the same smile when he saw you in combat for the first time during your first mission for the Commission together, the same look in his eyes when you appeared for the first time in 2019 alongside him in your teen bodies. The same posture he had when he met you again in 1963 after months of not seeing each other.

He wore the same love on his face while looking at you when you and the siblings split up after the events at Oblivion.

And never once did you notice that.

Not once in these past six years you let your feelings surface.

“You know Grace is my niece too, right?” He couldn’t drop the small smile even if he wanted to.

“Since when are you such a family man?” You raised a brow, trying to keep a confident composure.

“Oh, something changed in me between the first and third time I traded the world for my siblings,” He lightly shrugged his shoulders, making you roll your eyes at the sarcastic remark.

You two never changed.

“Please, I was there for the twins birth,” You waved him off.

You rarely see Five, and even when you do you always try to act normal, as you do around the rest of the Hargreeves. Everyone tried to get you two together at first, since the apocalypse was over and there was no reason for you to not get together, right?

You really wished it was that easy. In hindsight, maybe it was. But you couldn’t take any chances in losing Five forever if something were to go wrong. Maybe some would see it as something stupid, or as if you wasted so many years, but to you- mentally, you were almost seventy, while physically nineteen. You had so much time ahead of you now, all that mattered was to get a stable career first.

Five let a chuckle escape, shaking his head in disbelief, as he looked at the floor for a couple of seconds. When he looked back at you, you tried to keep your composure. You couldn’t help but feel pathetic that after all these years, your heart still skipped a beat whenever he’d look at you.

“You’re doing that thing again where you forget that some other people are still around, guys,” Luther raised his hand, grabbing your attention once again.

“I got bored of watching seventy year old virgins,” Ben shrugged his shoulders, “I’m gonna go get shitfaced.”

“Always a delight seeing you, Benjamin,” Five said, as Luther followed the ex-tentacle boy suit to make re he was not about to actually get drunk;

“This is a six year old’s birthday party!”

You giggled, watching the two brothers speed away while arguing amongst the kids in the crowd. When your eyes laid back on Five, who was intently watching you, you couldn’t help but feel a small blush creep its way in your cheeks.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Spit it out, Hargreeves.”

“I said it’s nothing!”

“Fuck you.”

“Why?”

You watched him dumbfounded for a couple of seconds because of the only answer he could come up with, before walking away, hoping he would follow you.

When he did try to keep up with you, you looked away to hide the proud smile. Even after all these years, things were still the same with him. He was still so eager to spend time with you, he was still smiling at you and entertaining your conversation.

“Aunt Y/N, Uncle Five, come play in the ball pit!” Gracie ushered you from afar, already tucked in the plastic colorful balls.

“You heard the birthday girl!” You smiled, grabbing his hand to drag Five after you.

Even after all these years he would instantly lock his fingers with yours.

[strawberri-blonde]

Iron throne - Jacaerys Velaryon

Summary: you celebrate team black winning the war by giving the heir a much needed gift (basically giving Jace head while he sits on the iron throne)

Warning : Lots of smut

Author’s Note: I’m super proud of this one guys!!!!!

Masterlist

Laughter echoed through the dimly lit halls as you pulled your husband along the winding corridors leading to the throne room of the Red Keep. The flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows on the ancient stone walls. “Y/n, what are we going in here?” he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and amusement. The grand, imposing doors of the throne room loomed ahead, promising an adventure within the heart of the castle.

You nodded to the guards, who had been informed hours earlier that you’d be bringing the prince here. You might have fibbed a bit, saying the new rightful queen had given her permission (and you might’ve bribed them with a little bit of gold, perks of being the princess and wife to the future king). Queen Rhaenyra had won the war less than a month ago, and you wanted to celebrate with the Prince of the Seven Kingdoms.

"Relax, my beloved," you giggled, opening the door to the Iron Throne. The throne stood before you, a menacing structure forged from a thousand swords, with jagged edges and twisted metal that symbolized immense power. "It’s just that ever since your mother took her rightful place as ruler, we haven’t had time to truly celebrate." His beautifully sculpted face showed of curiosity.

"I’m not quite understanding, ābrazȳrys." His whisper seemed to echo in the large room, but you maintained your cunning smile, excited for what was to come or whom. wife

"That’s alright," you said, your soft hands reaching out for his. Your heart blossomed as he took your hands in his and raised them to his lips. "Oh Jacaerys, you’ve always treated me like a queen." He smirked, kissing your skin again. You pulled his hands to your lips, mimicking his act of affection. "And I know this war hasn’t been easy for you or anyone, really, but the way you’ve presented yourself..." You paused to drag him over to the Iron Throne. "Was so honorable, noble... strong." You whispered the last part, knowing that every time he heard the word, he thought of his birth father, which still left a bitter taste in his mouth. "Your war strategies were far from princely. You acted as a king in the making."

"My sweet wife," Jace whispered, his voice trembling. Even in the dark, you could see the tears welling up in his eyes, glistening like tiny stars. He gently cupped your face, his touch tender and reverent. "I don’t deserve you," he murmured, his voice breaking with emotion as he gazed into your eyes, his love and vulnerability laid bare.

You immediately shook your head and motioned him towards the steps of the Iron Throne. “No, it is I who doesn’t deserve you,” you insisted, your voice firm yet filled with affection. As you guided him closer, the cold, unforgiving nature of the throne contrasted sharply with the warmth of your touch, emphasizing the depth of your bond.

"Impossible," he said with a playful grin. You giggled again and gave him a gentle push until he stumbled back and fell into the throne of swords, the metal clinking softly as he landed.

His eyes widened, and he immediately started to get up, but you placed a hand on his chest and pulled something up from the floor. It was a cardboard crown, meticulously crafted with painted details and shiny foil, resembling his grandfather's crown—or rather, now his mother’s.

“Y/n?” His voice was full of question as you plopped the fake crown on his head. “What are you—” Jace was cut off by your lips pressing against his. Nothing about the kiss was sweet or simple; it was full of hot need. His hands went to your cheeks while yours fisted his tunic.

"You are the queen's heir, my prince," you smirked as his eyes dropped to your lips, craving more. You happily obliged, licking his bottom lip and slipping your tongue into his mouth, moaning as he sucked on your flesh. You pulled away, hands reaching the bottom of his shirt. "You'll be my king, and as your future queen, I swear to you that there will never be a day where you aren't worshipped by me, your highness."

Jace’s eyes widened in sheer amazement as you lifted his shirt over his head. He eagerly pulled you closer, his hands cupping your face, as he guided you into a fervent, passionate kiss.

“We shouldn’t do this here,” he murmured against your lips, his voice barely a whisper. Yet, he ignored his own warning, kissing the corner of your mouth before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down to your neck.

A sinister smirk curled your lips as you tilted your head to the side, allowing your husband to explore your neck with his eager kisses. "Don't worry," you whispered, the words drifting through the chilly, echoing chamber. "The guards have been paid off to alert me if anyone approaches, and I have a handmaiden rising extra early to tidy up any evidence of our indulgence."

Jacaerys drew back, his gaze locked onto yours. "You’re truly extraordinary," he said, his voice filled with genuine reverence.

"Only for those who truly deserve it," you replied with heartfelt sincerity. As you gracefully slid off his lap, you stood before him, your delicate fingers tracing a path down his bare chest, savoring the contours of his toned body. "And you, Jace, deserve the world. I intend to give it to you." You paused at the waistband of his pants, your fingers lingering on the button. "Now, let me show you how I’ll care for the future king, shall I?"

Before you could kneel in front of him, your husband grabbed your bicep to stop you. "At least use my shirt and pants as a cushion for your knees, issa ābrazȳrys." My wife

You hummed softly, then leaned back in to give him a gentle kiss, then felt the fake crown slip from his curls knocking against your head. The delicate touch of his lips sent a shiver down your spine. "Always the gentleman," you whispered against his mouth, your breath mingling with his. "Se bona’s skoro syt nyke’d zālagon se vys ilagon syt ao." The room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a moment of unspoken promise and fierce devotion. And that’s why I’d burn the world down for you

Locking your eyes solely on him, you helped Jace out of his black silk pants, readjusting the decorative crown on his head. Then once he was freed from his clothes, you let them pool at his feet to use them as a cushion as you knelt in front of him. "Sit back, husband," you teased, pushing at his toned chest down to his abs, just above where his cock rested. Even in the seemly light room you could see the glistening tip as it slightly bounced in the air, begging for attention. "Let me worship you."

You grabbed his shaft firmly in hand, running your palm up and down the length, savoring the soft moans escaping his rosy lips. You smiled up at him as he sat back in his rightful throne, the one he would rule one day, and parted his legs, giving you more room to work with. Shifting closer, you spit down on his glossy head, circling your wrist from his tip all the way to his base, then leaned down to apply open-mouthed kisses to his thighs.

Jace's head arched back against the throne, his eyes locked on yours, pupils blown out with lust. "So pretty," you moaned against his skin, continuing your strokes and sucking on his fair skin, intending to leave marks for him to remember in the days to come. "All mine, my king."

"You were sculpted by the gods," he said, his voice rough and his hands fisted at the armrests.

"Hmm," you hummed against his thighs, kissing up until you reached his cock. You kissed the red tip, then licked a broad line from his balls back to the uncut tip of his shaft; tapping it against your tongue before indulging by taking it into your mouth. You moaned against his girthy size, sending vibrations along your wake. "It seems as though you were gifted heavenly yourself, husband."

Jace cursed to himself as you took him fully into your wet mouth, bobbing up and down, only managing to take him halfway in. You jerked the bottom half while your other hand fumbled with his heavy balls. "You're too good at this, my queen." Heat pooled within you at his praise, making you bob faster, wanting to please him.

Drool spilled from your mouth as you let him out with a pop, then sucked along the side of his shaft, tonguing his thick, protruding vein. You sucked back on the tip, moaning around him, making his right hand fly from the armrest to the top of your head, guiding you to sink your mouth back down until he reached deep in the back of your throat. "So fucking good, my love. Taking me so well."

Your eyes stayed locked on him as you ran a hand up his thigh, tracing his clenched stomach until you reached his nipple, pinching it. "Holy," he muttered, his eyes beginning to shut and his hips buckling under your touch.

When he bucked his hips, his cock slipped further into your mouth, making you choke, and you loved every second of it. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" he asked, panicked. You only pressed your hands down on his thighs, sinking your nails into his skin, and took him deeper, allowing tears to form in your eyes. You swallowed around him, causing incoherent words to spill from his lips.

You pulled back slowly, a glistening trail of saliva covering his entire mound and dripping down to soak the front of your dress. The sight was mesmerizing, the slick sheen catching the light as you panted, lips parted and eyes locked onto his.

Without thinking, you pulled your gown over your head, leaving you in nothing but your lace underwear and ankle lace socks. "Don't worry about me, dear prince." You squeezed the head of his cock, paying close attention to it, knowing it was the most sensitive, much like your clit. "If I were to choke to death from giving you pleasure, then I'd die a happy woman."

Jace let out a forced laugh, but it was cut off by a moan as you leaned back down to take his balls in your mouth, inhaling his natural musk mixed with the scents of lavender and bath salts. You loved the way he smelled; it was intoxicating.

You shook your head slightly, your tongue and lips still working over his sack, savoring every moment. As you pulled away to press soft kisses against his thighs, you looked up at him with a teasing glint in your eyes. "Are you enjoying yourself, my love?" you whispered, your voice laced with desire.

It was undeniable that the prince was lost in the pleasure you were giving him. His eyes were dark and blown out with lust, his gaze locked onto you with an intensity that made your heart race. The veins in his arms stood out starkly, a testament to the tension coursing through his body, while his chiseled abdominal muscles were clenched tight. His lower half trembled with the sheer force of his ecstasy, a testament to the overwhelming sensations you were creating.

"Don't tease me, my future queen," he growled, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine. Your lips curved into a wide smile, knowing exactly the effect you had on him. "You know what you do to me." His painfully hard length brushed against your lips, evidence of his desire, as his hand caressed your cheek tenderly, the contrast between his touch and his need making your heart race.

"I know," you admitted with a sly smile, licking his tip before trailing your tongue down to his balls and back up again, savoring his taste. "But what would really make me happy is making you cum on your rightful throne, my future king." Before he could respond, you took him entirely into your mouth, beginning to bob up and down his length with unrelenting passion.

"Y/n," he moaned, slipping his hand back into your hair to help guide your mouth up and down his shaft. His grip tightened when your hand twisted around the base and the other cupped his sack, giving them a little tug. "My wife, I'm so..." he dragged out. "Close." You didn't let up.

Nothing could make you stop. Seeing Jacaerys' face scrunched up in bliss, his eyes staring down at you, as you pleased him on the Iron Throne was intoxicating. A literal dragon would have to drag you away before you stopped.

"I'm—" his breath hitched in his throat as you slurped and sucked on the tip of his cock, jerking the rest. "Fuck."

His hips bucked as his cum shot into your mouth, and you greedily continued. His salty essence was the best thing you had ever tasted, and you lapped it all up, even as his cock began to soften just a bit. Finally, when you felt like you got every last drop, you looked up at Jace with a cheeky, toothy smile.

"For you, my future King Jacaerys Velaryon," you said, slowly standing up despite the ache in your knees. His clothes had barely cushioned them, but his blissful expression held your attention. The kiddish fake crown slipped down, covering his eyebrows and pushing some of his brown curls into his face. Gently, you pushed the crown back up and brushed his hair aside, gazing down at him with nothing but love in your eyes. "I will always bend the knee."

Why do I always get obsessed with characters who die. Like I truly contribute to my own downfall. Mental health who???

~ Caroline

[spideyjimin]

hot water | jjk

—  pairing: jungkook x female reader 

—  genre: establish relationship au, a tiny bit of fluff, and mostly purely smut 

— rating: 18+ 

—  summary: you’re on your honeymoon with your new husband, Jungkook, a man you’ve been in love with for years. you’re also in your ovulation period which leads you to constantly want to fuck your handsome husband.

—  words: 2,625

—  warnings: mention of sex, strong language, swearing, teasing, dirty talking, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, sex in jacuzzi, rough sex, and creampie.

—  author’s note: don't even ask me where this is coming from... 🥴 lmao it seems i can't see pictures of jungkook without having wild thoughts 🫠 hopefully you enjoy this drabble & let me know what you think ✨

MASTERLIST

Jungkook rests against the jacuzzi’s wall with exhaustion.

“Mhh,” you say as you sit on his lap, your arms resting on his broad shoulder. A little devious smirk appears on your face as you watch your husband. “Wanna fuck,” you whisper before pressing a gentle peck on his lips.

His eyebrows raise. “Pumpkin, we just finished fucking,” a little chuckle leaves his pretty lips. “Little Kookie down there is getting tired.”

You take a quick look down while you move back your ass. Since he’s sitting on the edge of the jacuzzi, his cock is not entirely underwater. His quite huge crotch is half hard, still recovering from the steamy session you just had.

This honeymoon has so far been filled with scorching moments between you and your husband. Well, before you tied the knot, he promised you he’d fuck you senseless once married, and he has kept his word.

“Maybe we should leave the jacuzzi, and shower before going to bed,” your husband suggests. “It’s getting late.”

His hands move to your waist, his thumb caressing your soft skin.

“What?” you pout with the biggest doe eyes. “I’m serious, angel,” your hands move up to his wet hair to play with it. “I’m so so horny right now.”

Jungkook is taken aback. Since this morning, you’ve been fucking like rabbits; you even had to take a nap in the afternoon to rest a bit. For sure, he promised you a lot of sex on your honeymoon but he never expected that much sex. He’s even surprised by his own stamina. He’s unstoppable, but now, he’s not sure he can follow you.

“Are you serious?” he furrows his eyebrows.       

You look down at his toned chest while still playing with his hair. “Yes.”

Your husband chuckles. He can’t believe you.

“We did it this morning,” he starts saying. “We even had to take a nap to recover from it.”

You can still remember how he fucked you so well this morning.

“And now, you’re just so needy in the jacuzzi,” he adds. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m down for it. I promised it before we got married, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to follow up if we keep going like that.”

“I’m ovulating, angel,” you pout. “And you look so fucking hot all the time, especially with your hair wet like that,” you explain.

“Ooh,” he simply says. “That explains it.”

For the past seven years, your husband got to experience the ovulation period. You can get pretty wild during that period. It’s not all the time, but most of it, you get to fuck a bit more than usual. He never complained because damn, you’re a living goddess.   

“Your toned body drives me completely crazy,” your fingers now run down to his torso, your nails scratching him a bit. He hisses at the feeling and his limp cock twitches.

“I know,” he whispers. “Last month, I was just taking a shower and you begged me to fuck you because my head was thrown back and my muscles were flexed.”

You both chuckle at the thought of what happened last month in the shower. However, you both agree that it was a wonderful stress-relieving moment. Back then, you were absolutely stressed about the wedding. You had no reason to be nervous but there was so much work behind it and you wanted it to be as perfect as possible. It was your day after all. It’s a day you’ll forever remember.

“You’re super hot when you shower,” you smile at him. “Even after, when your hair is still wet.”

That, he knows it so well. You’ve repeated it so many times, even at the very beginning of the relationship.

“You too, pumpkin,” he says back.

His face gets closer to yours, his eyes darkening with evident lust before his lips whisper in your ear. “You constantly turn me on, yn,” his teeth grab your earlobe. “You’re a fucking goddess, my fucking goddess, and don’t even get me going on our wedding day.”

Your teeth bite your lower lip. This man is teasing you and turning you on with his deep voice in your ear. The simple feeling of his hot breath against your skin excites you. Your pussy clenches around emptiness.

“Tell me,” you teasingly say. 

“That white wedding dress embracing perfectly every curve of your body drove me crazy,” he murmurs in his deep voice. “As the day was passing by, I wanted one single thing.”

Your husband can make you come only with his deep voice and his words. This is incredibly hot.

“I wanted to undress you and fuck you senselessly.”

A little and barely audible moan escapes your mouth. As he’s speaking, your hands slowly run down to his abs, causing your man to shiver.

“That’s what you did,” the words slip from your mouth as you’re brought back to that night.

You were both exhausted, but you didn’t want to fall asleep without sharing an intimate moment. You wanted to close the day by showing each other how deeply you love the other. Without any doubt, you’ll both say that it’s by far the best sex you had. It had a different taste; it was the first time you did it as husband and wife. It wasn’t just sex that night; it was the celebration of your love. It simply was love.

“It’s what you’ve been doing since that day,” you add.

“Only because you constantly turn me on, pumpkin,” Jungkook presses a wet and burning kiss on the crook of your neck.

His kisses slowly move from your neck to your shoulders to your cleavage but he stops right on top of your breast. Your eyes slowly flutter shut due to the increasing pleasure caused by your hubby. Your hips buck forward, your core brushing against his half-hard dick.

“Let me show you how much you turn me on,” you whisper almost out of breath.  

“Show me, pumpkin,” he answers.

Although he’s kind of exhausted, all he wants now is to have his dick buried deep inside you. A sight leaves his lips as he feels you sliding up and down his cock. He’s surprised that you didn’t even wait a bit after his words. In a matter of seconds, you grabbed his cock and pushed it down inside you.

There’s no doubt that you’re terribly needy.

Slowly his half-awakened dick gets hard. “You’re getting hard,” you whine as you continue to move up and down his cock.

Your husband buries his face in the crook of your neck. “All for you, pumpkin,” he says against your skin. He’s becoming a moaning mess with his face hidden against you. Your fingers find their way to his hair so they can play with it.

Playing with his hair is something you adore to do while sharing an intimate moment. Jungkook adores that.  

“Pumpkin,” he whispers before leaving your neck to look at you. “There might be some remaining cum over my dick.”

Although his cock was partially underwater, you can feel the stickiness of his cum. It’s quite normal considering the fact that you just finished having sex.

Jungkook is mentioning it because you agreed to wait a bit before having kids. It’s your dream to start a family but before, you’d like to enjoy your married life. You’ve been together for many years, waiting eagerly to get married. So you want to at least enjoy for a year before considering starting a family.   

“Are you scared to get me pregnant?” you teasingly say before pressing a kiss on his cheek.

Even though you mutually agreed to wait, the thought of getting you pregnant makes him become rock-hard inside you. This turns him on beyond comprehension. Right now would be a perfect time since you’re ovulating. All he’ll need to do is cum inside you, filling you up with his seed. Also, you’re already married so there’s no need for protection or coming outside you to avoid an unwanted pregnancy.

“Oh, you aren’t,” you stop moving your hips, your eyes deep into his.

“Why would I?” he asks. “You’re my wifey now.”

Hearing him calling you his wife is also a big turn-on. Jungkook understands it when he feels your walls clenching around him. A soft moan leaves his pretty lips at this sensation.

“And now you have a sort of breeding kink,” you add with a smirk on your face. “Should have married you earlier,” you whisper.

“Eeh, I don’t have a breeding kink,” he protests although his cock betrays him.

“Then why are you hard as fuck inside me?”

It takes him a moment to find something to say.

“Well, first, I’m inside you with your walls clenching around me,” he tries to defend himself. “Then, you’re so fucking hot. Whenever I see you, I get hard.”

You move your hips up which makes him hiss at the feeling. He’s only getting harder, especially if you tease him like that. Your face gets closer to his, your lips pecking his.

“You can lie to anyone, angel,” you whisper against his lips. “Anyone but me,” your cunt sucks up his cock as you push down your hips to meet his. A very deep groan slips from his mouth once he fills you up to the brim, his eyes instantly fluttering shut.  “Is it because I’m ovulating?” you teasingly ask.

Your arms wrap around his shoulder and you press your chest against his. This contact sends shivers all over his body.

“Fuck, yes,” he answers.

“Alright then,” you say before pressing a gentle kiss on his lips. “Fuck me, angel.”

His mind instantly goes wild, imagining you filled with his seed and watching it leaking from your body. The mere thought of getting you pregnant makes his cock twitch inside you. He can already picture you pregnant with his child. Fuck, there’s nothing else that he desires right now.

Even though he wanted to wait a bit before getting you pregnant, the way he’s been turned on by you for the past two days makes him want to start a family now. By the looks of it, you also want it. Well, you biologically crave it. This is something totally normal.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” he says before thrusting his hips up.

The two of you start moaning quite loudly. You don’t really care if anyone can hear you. All that matters now is to be once more overwhelmed with pleasure. A pleasure procured by each other. Jungkook messily thrust his hips to meet yours, not giving you a chance to move your hips. The hot water is going everywhere as he fucks you in it.

Since you fucked minutes ago in the exact same jacuzzi, you already caused quite a mess so you’re just adding more water everywhere. Thankfully, this jacuzzi is inside the suit you booked for your honeymoon. Nobody will see you otherwise, you’re sure tons of people would have been traumatized by you and your hubby.

Your fingernails scratch his shoulders while this man pleasures you with his little monster. For sure, his shoulders will be red once this is over. Your husband doesn’t care since he’s completely lost in bliss.

“I love it when you fuck me raw,” you whisper in his ear.

His cock twitches inside you.

“I can’t wait to feel your cum inside me,” a deep whine slips out of your mouth as he thrusts into you brutally.

Jungkook is losing himself as you tease him. If you don’t get pregnant after this honeymoon, he’ll be surprised.

“Don’t say such things, pumpkin,” he breathes out, his eyes looking deep inside yours.

For a brief moment, you take in the man you married two days ago. Although your body is speaking louder than your heart right now, it warms you to be here with him. Your relationship had many ups and downs, and for a long period, it was very challenging. His parents never truly accepted you for many reasons, and there was a period where they did everything they could to separate you. You thought you’d never survive that period.

But your love proved you wrong.

Since the very first day, you constantly choose each other. There’s not a day that goes by where you don’t choose each other. It’s silly but that’s what makes your relationship work. Jungkook always comes first, and he always puts you first as well.

Eventually, his parents realized that trying to separate you was in vain. They ended up accepting you and since then, you’ve been having a very great relationship with them. You’re truly grateful you all managed to overcome your differences.

“Why?” you ask while caressing now his round face.

“Otherwise I won’t last.”

“I’m not asking you to last long, angel,” you whisper in between moans.

His hips snap faster, and his hands move to your back to hold you as much as possible. The space where the jacuzzi is placed is filled with your moans, the sound of his balls slapping against your core, and the sound of the water splashing everywhere.

“Fuck,” he gasps. “You’re such a fucking tease tonight, pumpkin.”

Well, whenever you’re desperate for his cock, you’re a damn tease. You’ll push him to the edge as much as possible just to get what you want.

“I know,” you deviously smile. “But you like it,” your hand moves to his hair, your fingers playing and pushing his hair while you’re slowly but surely getting overwhelmed by pleasure.

By the way he’s fucking you, you know he’s getting close. He’s being more and more sporadic, groans falling out of his pretty mouth at an impressive pace, and your name slipping in between the moans. He’s so so hot right now. You’re actually surprised he’s still able to be this energetic after all the sex you’ve had today.

“Just admit you like it, angel,” you say.

Before you can even comprehend what is happening, Jungkook completely explodes inside you. The feeling of his hot cum filling you up causes your orgasm to hit you violently. None of you didn’t last long this time around, but this is the second round in less than thirty minutes.

For a couple of seconds, none of you moves as you’re trying to come down from your high. Jungkook presses a soft kiss on top of your nose, his eyes scanning your face contorting with pleasure.

“Fuck,” he finally says when your breathing is finally back to normal. “This time you took the dirty talk to a whole other level, pumpkin.”

You hide your face in the crook of his neck. “I know,” you whisper against his skin. “I’m desperate.”

He giggles while holding you tight in his embrace and placing kisses on top of your head. You finally remove yourself from his cock, but remain in his arms a little longer. None of you can believe that he came inside you. When you’re horny, you definitely go wild but Jungkook loves it.

“Pumpkin,” he says while caressing your back. “You’re shivering, maybe we should leave the jacuzzi.”

“Don’t want to move,” you pout.

“We have to,” he says. “I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Mmhh,” you say as you hold him tighter.

Since you’re not moving, Jungkook stands up, his arms holding you firmly. There’s no way, he’s staying in there with you freezing. He walks to the bed after grabbing a towel that he put around your body. You stay around him like a koala with your legs wrapped around his waist, not wanting to leave him at all.

After that, you both fell asleep like two babies, exhausted by all the sex you had during the day.

[rafecameronssl4t]

Like her mama || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: inspired by this TikTok sound

Warnings: none!! just fluff :)

Word count: 1,416

MASTERLIST (dad!rafe au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

As you turn from the sink, water dripping from the freshly washed fruit in your strainer, Topper’s voice interrupts your thoughts. "Need some help with that?" he asks, his tone friendly and familiar. You glance over your shoulder, offering him a warm smile.

"I'm all good, thanks, Top," you reply, your eyes twinkling with gratitude. He nods and takes a seat on the nearby stool, settling in comfortably. Your attention shifts to the pool outside, where Rafe, Mabel, and Kelce are enjoying the morning sun.

"Everything alright out there?" you ask, your curiosity genuine as you look to Topper for reassurance. He glances outside, a slight smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, they’re all good. The water’s really nice," he says with a chuckle.

You turn back toward the pool just in time to see Rafe holding Mabel in his arms, her tiny pink bucket hat slightly askew, too big for her small head. You wave, a soft giggle escaping your lips when Rafe lifts Mabel’s hand to mimic your wave, though you’re certain she can’t actually see you.

Topper can’t help but chuckle along with you. "Can’t believe she’ll be seven months next week," he remarks, his tone tinged with amazement. You let out a small sigh as you begin slicing the oranges, arranging them neatly on a platter. "Don’t remind me," you reply with a soft laugh. "She’s growing up so fast."

The two of you continue chatting, the conversation flowing easily until Rafe strolls into the kitchen. His hair is damp, the blonde strands clinging to his forehead, and tiny droplets of water trail down his chest and stomach, glistening in the soft light.

"Hi, baby," he greets you, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your cheek. "Hi," you respond, your smile widening at his touch. Rafe’s eyes drift down to the platter you’re preparing. "That looks amazing," he comments, quickly snatching a strawberry and popping it into his mouth before you can protest. You shake your head playfully, amused by his antics.

"Is Mabel all right?" you ask, glancing at him as he leans casually against the counter. "Mmhmm," he hums in affirmation, then suggests with a grin, "You should come in the water after this." You chuckle softly. "I will, I will," you promise, as he leans in for another quick kiss before heading back outside.

Topper watches him go, shaking his head with a smirk. "Rafe’s a complete softie now, huh?" he comments, clearly amused by the transformation in his friend. You snort, unable to hold back your laughter. "Maybe for us. But he still loves arguing with his sisters," you say with a fond smile, recalling the endless bickering between Rafe and his siblings.

Topper’s expression brightens with sudden recollection. "Did I end up tell you what happened this morning at the shops?" he asks, piquing your curiosity. "No? What happened?" you ask, looking up at him, eager to hear the story.

~

Flashback….

“Is she awake?” Rafe asks as he pulls his G-Wagon into a parking spot in front of the store. The engine’s hum fades as he shifts into park, and Kelce leans over to peer into the baby carrier. Mabel, with her big doe eyes, stares back at him, her tiny mouth busy with her pacifier.

“Wide awake,” Kelce reports with a chuckle, meeting her gaze with a grin. The three of them exit the car; Rafe decides against the stroller, opting to scoop Mabel into his arms instead. After all, they were only planning a quick stop. Mabel clings to him, her small hands gripping his shirt as she takes in her surroundings.

As they approach the store, Topper slips his oversized sunglasses onto Mabel’s little face. The glasses are comically large, sliding down her tiny nose, and the sight of it makes both Topper and Kelce snicker. They quickly pull out their phones, snapping a photo of the moment.

Rafe, oblivious to their antics at first, glances over his shoulder when he hears their muffled laughter. “You guys are idiots,” he says, shaking his head, though he can’t suppress the smile that tugs at his lips when he sees Topper’s sunglasses barely hanging on Mabel’s face. As her uncles continue to laugh, Mabel lets out a delighted giggle, her tiny hands reaching up to grasp at the sunglasses.

As they step into the shop, all three boys lift their sunglasses from their noses and perch them on top of their heads. The cool air inside the store is a welcome contrast to the warmth outside. “What are we getting again?” Kelce asks, glancing around as they enter.

Rafe pulls out his phone, scrolling through the list you had sent him. “Y/n gave me a little list,” he replies, quickly scanning the items before reading them aloud. Kelce nods and heads off towards the fruit section, while Rafe, Topper, and Mabel make their way down another aisle to gather the remaining items.

As they pass by the toy section, Rafe can’t resist stopping, his eyes drawn to the colourful display. Mabel’s attention is instantly caught by the toys on the shelves, her small hands reaching out eagerly. “You want that one? What about this too—” Rafe starts, picking up a soft toy, but he’s interrupted by a voice from behind them.

“Hey,” the voice says, drawing their attention. Rafe turns to find a girl, probably around their age or a bit younger, standing a few steps away. Her smile is bright, but there’s something in her eyes that makes Topper instantly wary. He notices the way her gaze lingers on Rafe before shifting to Mabel.

“Oh my goodness, what a cute baby you have!” she exclaims, her voice overly sweet, dripping with an eagerness that Rafe recognises all too well. It’s the tone of someone trying just a bit too hard to make an impression.

Without missing a beat, Rafe shrugs nonchalantly. “Yeah, my wife and I make pretty cute babies, huh?” he responds, his tone cool and dismissive, the question hanging in the air as more rhetorical than anything. He turns his attention back to Mabel, who is now clutching the toy he had picked up, her little fingers wrapped tightly around it. He places it in the shopping cart without sparing the girl another glance.

Topper stifles a grin, barely containing his amusement as they walk away, leaving the girl standing there, her plan clearly foiled. As they continue down the aisle, Rafe mutters under his breath, “The audacity,” his voice laced with mild annoyance, though a small smile still plays on his lips.

Topper bursts into laughter. “You handled that very well, didn’t he, Mabel?” he says, leaning over to tickle Mabel’s tummy. She giggles in response, her tiny hands gripping Rafe’s shirt as she hides her face, her laughter a sweet, infectious sound that makes both men smile even wider.

Rafe glances down at his daughter, his expression softening as he leans in to press a series of tender kisses on the side of her forehead. “Yeah, we don’t need any of that nonsense, do we, baby girl?” he murmurs, his voice overflowing with affection. Mabel giggles softly, her tiny hand reaching up to touch his face, and Rafe smiles, the warmth in his eyes evident as they continue with their shopping.

~

End of flashback...

A smile tugs at your lips as Topper finishes his story, the amusement clear in your eyes. His recount of Rafe's quick wit and protective nature at the store had you both chuckling. The memory lingers, bringing a soft warmth to your heart as you place the final pieces of fruit on the platter.

Topper grabs the colourful tray, balancing it with ease as he heads outside to join the others by the pool. Outside, Mabel is floating happily in a small inflatable ring, her tiny hands splashing the water as Rafe gently moves her around. His smile is wide, the pure joy on his face unmistakable as he watches her delight.

Your hands reach up to start unbuttoning Rafe's oversized button-up shirt that you had used as cover up over your bikini. You step into the pool, feeling the cool water contrast with the warmth of the day, and tie your hair up into a bun.

Rafe glances up at you, a playful glint in his eyes as you wade towards them. "Look, Mabel, Mumma's here," he says with a grin, his voice soft and affectionate. Hearing his words, Mabel turns her head, her big eyes lighting up at the sight of you. A gummy smile spreads across her face, and you can’t help but giggle at her reaction.

You move closer, lifting her gently from the floatie and pressing a kiss to her cheek. "You having fun, Bels?" you coo softly, spinning her lightly in the water. She babbles in response, her excitement clear as her little legs kick with glee. Rafe watches with a smile tugging at his lips, his gaze shifting between you and Mabel.

"I just realised you two are matching," he comments, noting your pink bikini and Mabel’s pink bucket hat that’s just a little too big for her. A playful grin spreads across your face. "I planned it," you tease, giving him a wink. Rafe chuckles, moving closer to wrap an arm around your waist and pulling both you and Mabel into a warm embrace.

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before leaning down to tickle Mabel’s tummy. Her infectious giggles echo around the pool, her little hands splashing the water playfully. You and Rafe laugh along with her, the happiness of the moment filling the air.

As you hold Mabel close, feeling the warmth of her tiny body against you, you glance up at Rafe, a soft smile playing on your lips. "We made a pretty cute baby, huh?" you say, your voice filled with pride and affection, echoing the words he had casually tossed out at the shops earlier.

Rafe’s eyes light up with recognition, a smirk forming as he remembers the moment. "Yeah, we sure did. The cutest baby" he agrees, leaning in to kiss you tenderly.

[pandapetals]

sunlight & sawdust

chapter eleven: peonies & pilers

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summary: For two years, Joel Miller has done nothing but scowl at you from across the room, barely tolerating your warmth, your kindness, and your ever-present sunshine. And for two years, you’ve told yourself his gruffness doesn’t bother you—that his clipped words and cold stares don’t matter.But then, out of nowhere, he offers to fix the damaged floor in your flower shop.For free.Suddenly, the man who could barely stand to look at you is showing up every day, fixing things that don’t need fixing, sharing quiet lunches, and—most shocking of all—getting along with Ellie, your daughter, who has never warmed up to anyone as quickly as she has to him.

pairing: joel miller x fem!single mom reader - no outbreak/au

content warnings: slight reader description, no y/n used, grumpy joel, grumpy x sunshine trope, ellie is reader's daughter, reader is a single mom, tommy being a meddler, reader is friends with tommy, au setting in Austin, joel is a carpenter, reader owns a flower shop, SMUT TIME

a/n: divider by @saradika-graphics. finally smut....hehehe

Finding time alone with Joel had proven damn near impossible.

Not because he didn’t want it, but because your life didn’t just belong to you. Ellie always came first, and you weren’t the kind of person to leave her with just anyone.

Your usual babysitter, a sweet but unreliable college girl, had slowly started phasing out of availability. Not that you blamed her—she was young, wanting to spend her nights out with friends instead of watching a seven-year-old.

You had been that young once, too. You understood, but it meant date nights were hard to come by.

You had half-expected Joel to be frustrated, maybe annoyed that the two of you couldn’t just slip away whenever you wanted. Stolen kisses and lingering touches were constantly interrupted by tiny footsteps or a small voice calling for you.

Yet, Joel never once complained.

He took it all in stride.

Whenever he asked you out, and plans changed at the last minute, he just adjusted. If Ellie had to tag along, he also ensured the night was fun for her.

Instead of a bar or a dimly lit restaurant, Joel would take you both out for burgers at the mom-and-pop diner down the street, where Ellie could get a milkshake the size of her head. Instead of a movie date with just the two of you, he’d pick a family-friendly one, whispering commentary to Ellie the whole time, and making her giggle through the previews.

On nights when neither of you wanted to go out, Joel showed up at your door with takeout and a deck of cards, playing Go Fish with Ellie on the living room floor while you curled up on the couch, watching them with a warmth in your chest you didn’t know how to name.

He was trying. Not just for you.

For Ellie.

And that… that meant everything.

One night, after Ellie had fallen asleep on the couch mid-game, you turned to Joel, watching as he carefully tucked a blanket around her. His movements were gentle and natural.

"She adores you, you know," you murmured.

Joel glanced up at you, his eyes softer than usual. He exhaled through his nose, a small, almost hesitant smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah. She’s a good kid."

Your throat tightened.

You reached for his hand, squeezing it. "Thank you. For… all of this. For trying with her."

Joel’s fingers curled around yours, rough but warm. "Ain’t nothin’ to thank me for, sweetheart."

Yet, all you wanted to do was thank Joel, not just with words but with something more.

You wanted to show him how much he meant to you, how much you appreciated every quiet sacrifice and unspoken effort he made.

So, against your better judgment, you begged Tommy to watch Ellie for at least a few hours.

And Tommy, being Tommy, did not let you off easy.

He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, an obnoxious smirk plastered across his face. "Alright, let me get this straight," he drawled. "You suddenly need me to watch Ellie, tonight of all nights, for a few hours."

You huffed, placing your hands on your hips. "Yes, Tommy. That’s what I said."

Tommy nodded, dragging a hand over his chin like he was deep in thought. "Uh-huh. And what exactly is so important that you need me to—"

You groaned, cutting him off with an eye roll. "Tommy—"

"Ohhhh," he grinned, realization dawning as he snapped his fingers. "This ain’t about runnin’ errands or some work thing. You just wanna get laid."

Your face burned.

"Jesus Christ, Tommy!" You swatted his arm, but that only made him laugh harder.

He clutched his chest like he was wheezing, shaking his head. "Damn, you really must be desperate if you’re comin’ to me for help."

"It’s not—" you started, but Tommy raised an eyebrow, waiting.

You exhaled sharply, pressing your fingers to your temples. "Okay, maybe it is a little bit about that, but also—"

"Ain’t no also," Tommy snorted. "You wanna jump my brother’s bones? Just say it."

You glared. "Fine. I want to spend some alone time with my boyfriend. Happy?"

Tommy gave you a long, exaggerated look. "Alone time," he repeated, throwing up air quotes. "Yeah, alright, let’s call it that."

"You are the absolute worst," you muttered, but the corners of your mouth twitched.

Tommy just grinned wider, clearly enjoying himself. "I ain’t judgin’. Man’s been good to you. ‘Bout time you do somethin’ nice for him."

"Oh my God," you groaned, rubbing your face.

Tommy leaned forward, lowering his voice. "Tell me, though—when Joel finally gets what he’s been waitin’ for, you think he’s gonna—"

"STOP TALKING."

Tommy howled with laughter, but for all his teasing, he still agreed to watch Ellie.

When you left, flustered and dying inside, he said, "Tell my brother he owes me big time."

____________

You had planned everything to a T.

It was ridiculous—planning a date with the specific intention of ending the night tangled up with Joel, finally crossing that last unspoken line between you.

You couldn’t help it. You had wanted this for months now—wanted him.

Tonight was supposed to be perfect.

You had picked the restaurant carefully—somewhere lovely but not too fancy. Somewhere quiet enough that you could just be together, focused on each other. You had even gone out of your way to wear something you knew Joel would have difficulty taking his eyes off.

It had started fine. For the first hour, things had been easy. Good.

Joel looked at you in a way that made heat curl in your stomach. His hand rested on your thigh under the table, his thumb tracing slow circles over the fabric of your dress.

You had leaned in close, murmuring something teasing in his ear, your fingers brushing over his wrist.

Joel had smirked, eyes darkening, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

It was happening, and then—it all went wrong. The restaurant got loud. A group at a nearby table was rowdy, their voices echoing through the space, drowning out the soft music.

The waiter got Joel’s order wrong. Twice.

Then your meal was overcooked, and the final blow came when the power flickered out midway through dinner.

Not long enough to cause a panic, but enough that everything stalled—orders got backed up, people started complaining, and the cozy, intimate atmosphere you had tried so hard to create was utterly ruined.

By the time you left, your stomach was twisted in knots.

Joel drove silently, his hand resting on your thigh, but you barely felt it.

You were too in your own head, too disappointed, too embarrassed.

This was supposed to be your night, yet it was ruined.

When he pulled up to your house and put the truck in park, he turned to you, brow furrowed. “You’ve been quiet.”

You forced a small smile. “Just tired.”

Joel studied you for a long moment before tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Hey.” His voice was low, soft. “We can try again. Ain’t gotta be perfect.”

That made something inside you snap.

Your chest tightened, frustration bubbling up before you could stop it. “But that’s the problem, Joel. I wanted it to be perfect.” Your voice wavered, and you hated that it did.

Joel’s expression softened. “Sweetheart—”

“No, I know it’s stupid,” you rushed out, shaking your head. “I just… I wanted one night just for us. No interruptions. No distractions. And instead, everything went wrong.”

Joel was quiet momentarily, watching you carefully before reaching for your hand.

“Doesn’t have to be perfect,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Just has to be us.”

That made your chest ache more because he didn’t get it.

He wasn’t mad, wasn’t frustrated, wasn’t anything other than understanding, which just made you feel worse.

You swallowed hard, gripping his hand a little tighter. “I know. I just…” You exhaled, shaking your head. “I just wanted tonight to be different.”

Joel exhaled, shifting slightly, his fingers tightening around yours. “It still can be.”

He didn’t let go of your hand as you sat there, both of you lingering in the quiet, the tension between you thick and heavy.

The date hadn’t gone as planned. Hell, it had gone wrong in just about every way it could. But Joel was sitting beside you in his truck, his fingers still wrapped around yours like he wasn’t ready to let the night end either.

You exhaled slowly, glancing toward your house before looking back at him.

“Do you… want to come inside?”

Joel’s gaze flickered over your face, searching, his grip on your hand tightening just slightly. “You sure?”

You nodded, your heart hammering. “Yeah.”

That was all it took.

Joel let go of your hand just long enough to step out of the truck, meeting you at the front of your porch as you unlocked the door.

The moment you stepped inside, the quiet hum of the house settled around you. The air felt different—charged, expectant.

You turned to Joel, who stood just a few feet away, hands resting on his hips, his eyes dark as they swept over you.

“Want a drink?” you offered, your voice softer than you intended.

Joel smirked, stepping closer. “What you got?”

You turned toward the kitchen, already feeling the heat of him following behind you. “Whiskey. Beer. Wine. Take your pick.”

Joel hummed, leaning against the counter as you pulled down a couple of glasses. “Whiskey’s fine.”

You nodded, pouring two drinks, but you could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move, tracking you like he was waiting for something.

When you finally turned back and handed him a glass, his fingers brushed against yours slowly and deliberately.

Your breath caught.

Joel noticed. His lips tugged up at the corner as he took a slow sip, and his eyes locked onto yours over the glass rim.

You swallowed hard, mirroring him, taking a small sip, the whiskey burn barely registering over the heat curling in your stomach.

Joel set his glass down first, and its soft clink against the counter made you jump slightly.

He noticed that, too.

You exhaled sharply, pressing your lips together before breaking the silence.

“Tonight didn’t go how I wanted it to.”

Joel’s eyes stayed on yours as he nodded slowly. “I know.”

You inhaled deeply, summoning the nerve to say what you wanted. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t still salvage it.”

Joel’s jaw twitched, his hands flexing against the countertop. “That right?”

You took a step closer, then another, as you set your glass down next to his. Reaching for him, your fingers slipped over the front of his shirt, tracing along the fabric.

Joel exhaled through his nose, his head tilting slightly. “You sure about this?”

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah.”

Joel let out a rough breath, his fingers twitching at his sides like he was holding himself back.

“Darlin’,” he murmured, voice low, gravelly, full of warning. “If I kiss you now, I ain’t gonna wanna stop.”

Your pulse pounded, your body buzzing with the weight of his words.

“I don’t want you to stop.”

He closed the space between you in a heartbeat, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled you against him, his lips crashing onto yours in a kiss that was anything but soft.

It was deep, hungry, and filled with all the tension that had been building for months.

You gasped into his mouth, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt as he backed you up against the counter, his body solid and insistent against yours. The edge of the countertop dug into your back, but you barely registered it—not with the way Joel was kissing you, deep and slow, like he was savoring every damn second.

"Taste so sweet, honey," Joel groaned against your lips, his tongue slipping past them to claim more, to devour you.

Your breath hitched as he kissed your jaw, his stubble scraping along your skin most deliciously. His grip on your hips tightened, rough hands digging into you as he needed you closer, needed you pressed against him in every possible way.

You let your head tip back, giving him the perfect angle to drag his lips down your neck to nip at the delicate skin before soothing it with his tongue.

"Joel," you gasped, your body trembling as he sucked at the sensitive spot just beneath your ear, sending a hot, electric shiver down your spine.

"Mm." His deep, satisfied hum vibrated against your throat, and his fingers were already moving, already slipping beneath the hem of your dress, gliding up your thigh with slow, deliberate intent.

"Fuck," he muttered, his breath hot against your skin. "So damn soft."

His calloused fingers traced higher, brushing dangerously close to where you ached for him, the warmth of his palm searing against your bare skin.

"Joel, please," you whined, arching into him, desperate for more.

Joel tsked, his lips curving against your throat. "I know, sweetheart, I know."

His hand dipped between your thighs, fingers teasing the edge of your underwear, not entirely giving you what you needed but enough to make your stomach tighten, to make your breath stutter.

"You’re so needy for me, aren’t you?" His voice was dark and teasing. "But don’t worry, darlin’." His fingers pressed, just barely, just enough to make you gasp.

"I'm gonna take real good care of you."

The words sent a sharp, searing heat straight to your core, your body reacting instantly, arching into him, silently begging.

Joel groaned, shaking his head as if you were driving him crazy.

"Gotta make sure you’re all nice and ready for me, honey," he murmured, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties, his breath warm and heavy against your ear.

Your breath hitched a sharp gasp, leaving your lips as Joel’s fingers moved through your folds, teasing, exploring. His touch was slow, deliberate—like he had all the time in the world to unravel you.

"Oh, Joel," you whimpered as his thumb brushed your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through you.

He groaned, the sound deep and satisfied, his lips grazing your jaw, his breath warm against your skin. "You’re already so damn wet for me," he murmured, his voice thick with want. "So fuckin’ beautiful. Can’t even think, can you?"

You shook your head, fingers digging into his shoulders, barely holding yourself together as he dragged his thumb in slow, teasing circles over your clit, coaxing another breathy moan from your lips.

And then, his middle finger slipped inside you.

A broken gasp tore from your throat, your body arching against him, the stretch just enough to make your head spin.

"That’s it, sweetheart," Joel coaxed, his free hand gripping your waist, keeping you steady as he moved his finger inside you, slow but intentional.

Your walls clenched around him, needy, desperate, and Joel cursed under his breath.

"Fuck, look at you," he murmured, pressing another slow kiss against your neck before sliding another finger inside you.

Your breath shuddered, your grip tightening on his shoulders as he worked you open, pumping his fingers in and out in a steady rhythm, his knuckles pressing deep.

"Joel," you moaned, your body trembling as heat coiled tighter in your belly.

He groaned at the sound of his name on your lips, his fingers curling just right, hitting the spot inside you that made your legs shake.

"Been too long for you, huh?" he rasped, his lips ghosting over your ear, his voice full of heat and promise. "But look at you, takin’ me so well, honey. Just like I knew you would."

Your nails dug into his skin, a moan slipping past your lips, your body aching for more.

Joel’s fingers didn’t slow, didn’t let up, his thumb still working tight circles over your clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure rolling through you.

"Come on, sweetheart," he coaxed, voice low and gravelly, his lips brushing against yours but not quite kissing you. "Let me feel you come."

With another perfect curl of his fingers, your body snapped, pleasure rolling through you in thick, heated waves. Your legs trembled, your breath hitching as you came undone, your forehead dropping against Joel’s chest as you gasped for air.

"Oh, god," you whimpered, your fingers clutching at his shirt, trying to ground yourself as the aftershocks pulsed through you.

Joel hummed low in his throat, a satisfied sound as he slowly pulled his fingers from under your dress, his other hand smoothing over your back.

You barely had time to recover before he brought his fingers to his lips, parting them deliberately as he sucked his middle and pointer finger clean. His eyes stayed on yours, dark and hungry, a low groan vibrating in his chest.

"Fuck," he muttered, his voice thick with want. "Knew you’d taste so damn sweet."

Your entire body went boneless at the sight, your stomach twisting into a tight knot of anticipation.

If that alone nearly undid you, you couldn’t imagine what it would feel like when he—

Joel leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was slow, deep, and filthy. You could still taste yourself on his tongue, and the realization only made your head spin more.

Your hands snaked around his neck, fingers threading into his hair as you pulled him closer like you could melt into him, like you didn’t want even an inch of space between you.

Joel didn’t hesitate.

With effortless strength, he gripped your thighs, lifting you against him like you weighed nothing. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, your heels digging into his back as he carried you down the hall, never breaking the kiss.

Your back hit the mattress with a soft thud, Joel hovering over you, his broad frame blocking out everything else.

He braced himself on his forearms, his lips trailing down your jaw, down the column of your throat, his breath hot against your skin.

"You sure about this, sweetheart?" His voice was gravelly and laced with restraint.

You exhaled sharply, your fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt.

"Joel," you murmured, arching into him, your lips brushing against his ear. "I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life."

Somehow, in the haze of lips and hands, in the quiet desperation of finally having each other, you had ended up tangled together in your bed, skin on skin, warmth melting into warmth.

Joel was behind you; his chest pressed firm and solid against your back, his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you against him as he moved.

Slow. Deep. Intentional.

Every thrust sent a shudder through you, your body arching, molding against him. The intimacy of it had your mind spinning and your breath becoming uneven.

"Goddamn, darlin’," Joel gritted out, his voice rough in your ear, lips brushing the sensitive skin of your shoulder. "Just takin’ me so fuckin’ well."

His words sent a sharp, electric pulse through you, tightening the heat coiling low in your belly.

His pace was steady and torturous, each slow roll of his hips making you feel every inch of him, dragging pleasure through you inch by inch.

You let out a breathy moan, your fingers gripping the sheets as his hand traveled upward, cupping your breast, his calloused palm rough against your soft skin.

"You’re drivin’ me crazy," he murmured, his lips trailing up the curve of your neck, his fingers pinching at your nipple, rolling it between his fingers to hear you gasp.

"Joel," you whined, pressing back against him, your body begging for more.

"I know, sweetheart," he soothed, his free hand sliding down, gripping your thigh, spreading you wider. "I know."

Then he thrust a little deeper, pulling a shattered moan from your lips.

Joel groaned, his breath hot against your ear, his grip tightening like he was holding himself together just for you.

"Fuck, darlin’. Can’t get enough of you."

A desperate moan slipped from your lips as you tried to roll your hips, chasing the friction you needed, trying to urge Joel to move faster.

But he stilled, his grip firm on your waist, his breath hot against your skin.

“Nah, don’t do that,” he warned, voice thick with control, with restraint. “Ain’t gonna rush this.”

Before you could protest, he shifted, pressing you further into the mattress, his body covering yours, broad and unyielding. His weight, his presence, the sheer heat of him sent a fresh wave of need coursing through you.

“Wanna make you come again,” Joel murmured, his lips ghosting over your jaw before he sank back inside you.

You gasped, your nails digging into the strong muscles of his shoulders as he filled you again, stretching you perfectly, dragging a slow, torturous moan from your throat.

His thrusts started deep, making you feel every inch of him, making you needier with each roll of his hips.

“Please,” you whined, your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, trying to pull him in, trying to make him move.

Joel groaned, his forehead dropping against yours, his breath ragged, hot.

His hand slid down between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles that sent sharp sparks of pleasure pulsing through you.

Your back arched, a helpless whimper escaping your lips.

“Oh—right there,” you gasped, clinging to him, your body begging for more.

Joel cursed under his breath, his jaw tightening as he watched you—watched the way you trembled beneath him, watched the way you came undone for him.

"Joel, please," you panted, your voice desperate, your nails raking lightly down his back. "Faster."

Joel groaned, his fingers digging into your thigh, anchoring you beneath him as he finally gave in. “Hold on, honey,” he rasped, voice low, wrecked.

Joel’s thrusts grew rougher, his pace quickening as he drove you closer, dragging you over that edge with a relentless, perfect rhythm.

The pleasure built and built until it was too much, crashing through you in sharp, shattering waves.

You cried out, your entire body tightening as your orgasm ripped through you, your walls fluttering and clenching around him. The sensation wrenched a deep, wrecked groan from Joel’s throat.

“Fuck," he gritted out, his grip bruising on your waist as he tried to hold on, his control slipping fast. “Look at you. So damn beautiful—makin’ a mess all over me.”

Your body trembled beneath him, every nerve alight, barely recovering as you felt Joel start to pull out.

You whined, reaching for him, desperate to keep him close. "No," you gasped, fingers grasping at his arms. "Wanna feel you."

Joel groaned, shaking his head and jaw tight as if barely holding on. "Not this time, darlin’." His voice was thick, heavy with restraint. "We’ll make babies another time."

The words sent a shock straight through you, your stomach twisting, your breath catching because Joel wasn’t just saying anything to say it.

He meant it.

He wanted you. Wanted all of you. That alone nearly sent another wave of heat surging through you.

You exhaled sharply, determination flashing in your eyes as you reached down, wrapping your fingers around his thick length, still soaked from you.

Joel hissed, his body jerking at the sudden contact, his hips twitching at your touch.

"Shit, sweetheart—"

You stroked him slowly, teasing, watching the way his brows furrowed, his lips parting as he lost himself in the feeling of your hand.

"Come for me, Joel," you murmured, pressing your lips against his jaw, your voice sultry and soft. “I want to see you."

That was it.

Joel let out a deep, ragged groan, his muscles tensing as he came hard, thick ropes of warmth spilling onto your stomach.

He cursed, his breath shuddering, his hand gripping your thigh like he needed to hold onto something solid.

Joel collapsed beside you, dragging a hand down his face before exhaling sharply.

"You’re gonna kill me," he muttered, voice rough, spent.

You grinned, rolling onto your side, reaching up to trace lazy fingers along his chest.

"Would be a hell of a way to go," you teased.

Joel huffed a quiet laugh, tilting his head to look at you. His hand found your waist, fingers squeezing gently.

"Yeah," he murmured, his voice softer now, something warmer settling in his gaze. "It would be, staring at an angel."

The room was quiet except for the steady rhythm of your breaths, still uneven, still coming down from the high of each other.

Joel lay beside you, one arm tucked under his head, the other tracing slow, absent-minded patterns along your side. His touch wasn’t urgent—just gentle.

You exhaled deeply, stretching out against the sheets, a lazy smile tugging at your lips. “Don’t think I can go for another round.”

Joel huffed a small laugh, shaking his head. “Nah, sweetheart.” His voice was low, rough with exhaustion, but still full of warmth. “Let me clean you up.”

Something in your chest fluttered at the softness and tenderness in his voice in the offer.

You almost protested—almost told him you were okay, that he didn’t have to—but when you glanced at him, you saw it.

That look. That undeniable care was written all over his face.

So, instead, you just nodded.

You sat up, moving toward the edge of the bed, but Joel scooped you into his arms with ease before your feet could even touch the floor.

"Joel!" you gasped, a surprised giggle escaping you as you instinctively wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

His grin was cocky, but his touch was careful. “Pretty sure your legs feel like Jell-O, honey. Let me carry you.”

You rolled your eyes, but the way your fingers curled against the back of his neck betrayed you.

"You just like showing off," you teased.

Joel smirked, pressing a quick kiss to your temple as he carried you toward the bathroom. "Damn right."

Steam curled into the air as he drew a bath; the water was warm, and the scent of his favorite soap filled the space.

Joel eased you into it first, the heat instantly relaxing your muscles. You sighed, leaning back against the tub, eyes fluttering shut for a moment until you felt the water shift behind you.

Joel sank in, settling in behind you, his broad chest pressing against your back, his arms circling you.

He just held you, his hands slowly gliding along your skin, washing away the remnants of the night with steady, reverent touches.

You let your head tip back against his shoulder, exhaling deeply. “You don’t have to do all this, you know.”

“I want to,” Joel murmured against your hair, pressing a kiss just below your ear.

Something thick swelled in your chest, something too big, too full to contain.

The words slipped out before you could stop them.

“I love you.”

The second they left your lips, your whole body tensed.

Your breath caught, your heart stopped, and you felt Joel still behind you. Shit. You hadn’t meant to say it. Not now. Not like this.

You swallowed hard, shaking your head quickly. “I mean—I didn’t—”

But Joel’s arms tightened around you.

“Hey.” His voice was softer now, his lips pressing lightly against your shoulder. “Don’t take it back.”

Joel shifted slightly, his hand coming up to tilt your chin, guiding you to look at him. His gaze was steady, full of something profound and undeniable.

“I love you, too.”

The words were gruff and raw but honest.

Your chest ached, your stomach twisted, your eyes burning with something too overwhelming to name.

Joel’s hand slid along your jaw, his thumb brushing your cheek, and then he kissed you, slow and deep like he was sealing those words between you.

Like he meant them. Like he always had.

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echoed promises | sylus | bonus

synopsis : Your husband, once a stranger in your marriage has grown to be a loving man who stays by your side like a quiet anchor. What once felt impossible softens into something steady and deeply personal—a love built not on fireworks, but on the quiet comfort of staying. content : married life with sylus, luke and kieran cameo, fluffiest fluff fluff

“I swear to god, Luke, you will be the death of me!”

You groaned as you darted around the living room, chasing after the blur of a giggling little boy who had clearly decided bedtime was a battle worth fighting.

Behind you, that familiar, deep chuckle echoed—smooth, amused, and entirely too calm for the chaos at hand.

You turned with a glare, only to find your husband looking entirely unbothered.

He had one toddler perched effortlessly on his hip, the little one contentedly gnawing on a plush toy, while his other hand moved with casual precision, dabbing a napkin at the boy’s mouth.

The picture of composure.

“I’m so glad you’re enjoying this,” you muttered, breathless.

His smirk widened just slightly. “You’re very entertaining to watch.”

Very soon—and with much difficulty—you managed to tuck both boys into bed.

Luke had only surrendered after a long negotiation involving three bedtime stories, a glass of water, and a very serious pinky promise that monsters didn’t live under the bed.

Kieran had dozed off mid-yawn, nestled in your husband’s arms before you even reached the room.

You stood at the edge of their shared bed now, watching the slow rise and fall of tiny chests, their faces peaceful in sleep—so different from the miniature hurricanes they’d been just minutes ago.

A quiet sigh left your lips. “Finally.”

Behind you, arms slid around your waist, and a familiar warmth pressed against your back.

“Admit it,” Sylus murmured against your shoulder, voice low and laced with amusement. “You’re soft for them.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “You’re worse than I am.”

He didn’t deny it. Only held you tighter.

You playfully swatted at him without looking, a lazy flick of your hand against his arm.

“They must have gotten your genes,” you muttered, eyes drifting to the two small bodies curled beneath the covers—peaceful now, angelic even, as if they hadn’t spent the last hour turning the house upside down.

Sylus leaned in closer, chin resting on your shoulder, arms still wrapped loosely around your waist.

“That sounds like praise,” he said, smug.

You huffed a quiet laugh. “It’s not.”

“They’re smart, stubborn, dramatic—definitely you.”

You turned just enough to glance at him. “You just described yourself.”

He smirked. “Exactly.”

You shook your head, smiling softly as your gaze returned to the boys. “God help us when they get older.”

“We’ll survive,” he said. “Barely.”

But in his voice, there was something softer. Like he already knew—chaos and all—he wouldn’t trade this life for anything.

You both retreated to the living room, the house finally quiet now that your twin hurricanes had surrendered to sleep.

You sank into the couch with a long sigh, curling your legs beneath you as Sylus joined you, draping his arm casually across the backrest, close—but not crowding.

It had been seven years.

Seven years since your estranged husband had shown up at your doorstep without warning, carrying more pride than luggage and looking like someone who’d run out of excuses.

Looking at your life now, it was almost hard to believe.

You’d moved out of your old apartment not long after—when Sylus made the decision to return to Paris for good.

His company had opened a new headquarters in the city, a move that was no coincidence.

He had said it plainly, like it was obvious, “It makes sense. You’re here.”

You’d found a bigger place together not long after that. Something with more space, more light, and enough room to build something new from the ground up.

This house, your home, held pieces of everything you once thought impossible—quiet mornings, laughter-filled nights, soft arguments and softer apologies.

It wasn’t perfect.

But it was real.

And it was yours.

You sighed contently, the weight of the day melting away as you nestled into the warmth of your husband’s side.

His arm shifted automatically, wrapping around you with a familiarity that had taken years to earn—but now felt as natural as breathing.

“I can’t believe we made it here,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him.

Sylus didn’t answer right away. He just looked at you—really looked—his expression softer than most people ever got to see.

“Neither can I,” he murmured, brushing his thumb gently along your arm. “But I’m glad we did.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, letting yourself feel it—this peace, this home, this version of him that had once felt out of reach.

And for once, there was no need to question it.

You were exactly where you were meant to be.

You still painted—your studio was just down the hall, quiet and sunlit, filled with half-finished canvases and the scent of dried paint.

But you didn’t attend exhibitions much these days. Not since the twins.

Your time belonged elsewhere now.

The art center you helped build with your colleagues was thriving, even without you at the helm. Your protégé had stepped up seamlessly—talented, eager, and steady. You couldn’t have asked for a better pair of hands to carry it forward.

Now, nestled beside Sylus on the living room couch, the lights dim and the house finally calm, you let your voice cut gently through the quiet.

“What time are your parents arriving tomorrow?”

Sylus shifted slightly, his arm draped around your shoulders. “Around noon,” he said. “But knowing my mother, they’ll show up early and pretend they didn’t.”

You chuckled, resting your head against him. “That gives us, what? An hour to make the house look like we’ve got everything under control?”

He smirked, brushing a lazy hand through your hair. “Fifty minutes. Ten of which I’ll spend bribing Luke to behave.”

You laughed softly. “Good luck with that.”

“Please,” he said, voice low and amused, “luck has nothing to do with it. I’ve got snacks hidden in five different places.”

You shook your head with a smile, eyes slipping shut.

It wasn’t perfect.

But it was yours.

And that made all the difference.

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips—slow and familiar, the kind that no longer needed grand declarations to mean everything.

Then you stood, stretching slightly as your fingers trailed along his shoulder.

“I should clean up now,” you murmured with a smile, brushing a hand through his hair. “So we can just relax tomorrow.”

He tilted his head back to look at you, eyes half-lidded, already too comfortable to protest.

Your hands cupped his face, warm and soft against his skin.

And then—without warning—you pinched his cheeks between your fingers.

He blinked, caught off guard.

“How,” you mused, eyes narrowing playfully, “are you still so attractive after all these years?”

Sylus raised a brow, unimpressed but amused. “Genetics. And sheer willpower to annoy you for the rest of your life.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Well. It’s working.”

His smirk deepened. “I know.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you bent down to gather the chaos your little hurricanes had left behind.

Stuffed animals, plastic blocks, and one suspiciously sticky puzzle piece—all swept into your arms with practiced ease.

You moved across the living room, your feet quiet against the floor as you dropped the toys into the box tucked beside the TV.

The room looked lived-in, a little messy, but full.

As you closed the lid on the toy box, you glanced over your shoulder—

Sylus still lounged on the couch, watching you with that lazy, unbothered smirk.

“You know,” he said, “they definitely get their energy from you.”

You scoffed. “Bold of you to say, considering you taught them how to climb the furniture.”

He shrugged. “Strategic training.”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile didn’t leave your face.

This was your life now.

And you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Mephisto let out a low mewl from the corner of the room, stretching languidly before leaping up onto the couch beside Sylus with practiced grace.

He landed with a soft thud, curling up immediately against Sylus’s side like he owned the place—which, to be fair, he probably did.

You paused, watching him for a moment. He was much bigger now, all sleek muscle and elegant fluff, his once-short fur having grown into a soft, silvery mane over the years.

You smiled to yourself, remembering the day you’d discovered it.

“He’s long-haired?” you had blurted out, brushing your fingers through the tufts behind his ears as he purred smugly. “Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

Sylus had simply raised a brow. “You married me. You should’ve expected surprises.”

Now, watching them side by side—your smug husband and your equally smug cat—you shook your head, warmth blooming quietly in your chest.

Somehow, this strange little life you’d built together had become the most natural thing in the world.

After tidying the last of the living room, switching off the lights, and checking once more on the boys—both fast asleep and tangled in their blankets—you finally made your way to the bedroom.

The sheets were cool and inviting, the room dim except for the soft amber glow of the bedside lamp.

You slipped under the covers, letting out a quiet sigh as your body melted into the mattress.

Sylus joined you a moment later, his movements unhurried, familiar.

He pulled the blanket up over both of you, then shifted closer, one arm sliding easily around your waist.

You turned toward him, resting your forehead lightly against his chest.

He was warm, steady, and just quiet enough to match the peace that filled the room.

“Everything’s ready for tomorrow,” you murmured, eyes already beginning to flutter shut.

“Mm,” he hummed, fingers brushing against the small of your back. “Then you’ve earned sleep. For about a week.”

You smiled sleepily. “Will you watch the boys while I disappear?”

“I’ll consider it,” he teased, kissing the top of your head. “For a small fee.”

You laughed under your breath, letting your hand settle over his heart.

No more words were needed after that.

Just the soft hum of the night, and the comfort of knowing—this was home.

—•

“Oh honey! I missed you!” your mother-in-law exclaimed the moment you opened the door, sweeping you into a warm, eager embrace before you could even get a word out.

You laughed, arms wrapping around her just as tightly.

“Now,” she pulled back, eyes sparkling with excitement, “where are my grandchildren?”

Behind you, Sylus let out a dramatic sigh, dragging in the suitcases with one hand.

“Of course she hugs you first,” he muttered under his breath, loud enough to be heard. “I’m just the son, no big deal.”

You shot him a smirk over your shoulder. “Jealous?”

“Obviously,” he grumbled. “I grew this family and everything.”

His mother rolled her eyes fondly, brushing past him like she hadn’t even heard. “Sylus, be useful and fetch the boys. I’m here for the important people.”

You bit back a laugh as he shot you an exasperated look, but you could see the faint smile tugging at his lips.

Home, chaos, and family—just the way it always was.

Your father-in-law stepped through the doorway not long after, his presence quieter but no less grounding.

He gave you a polite nod at first, his usual composed demeanor in place—until his gaze settled on you fully.

Then, something softened.

“Has my boy been treating you good?” he asked, his voice low and warm, a hint of teasing behind the formality.

You smiled, the kind that came without effort now. “Better than I expected,” you said, just loud enough for Sylus to hear.

From behind you, Sylus scoffed. “She means I do all the work while she takes the credit.”

Your father-in-law gave a rare, amused hum, eyes flicking between the two of you. “Then I taught him right.”

It was subtle—nothing grand—but there was something in his tone, in the way he looked at you, that said more than his words ever did.

You were part of this family now. Not just by name.

But truly.

You stepped aside, beckoning them in with a warm smile.

“Come on in,” you said, holding the door as they passed.

Once they were inside, you gently shut it behind them, the sound muffled by the cozy hum of your home.

Mephisto trotted over and curled neatly at your feet, tail flicking once as if already claiming his spot in the unfolding reunion.

You glanced toward the hallway and raised your voice just enough to carry.

“Luke! Kieran! Come greet your grandparents!”

There was a beat of silence—then the unmistakable thump of hurried footsteps, a flurry of energy barreling through the hall.

The sound of tiny feet, muffled laughter, and a crash that was probably nothing serious.

Just your everyday brand of chaos.

Your mother-in-law gasped with delight the moment the boys came tumbling into view.

“There you are, my darlings!” she exclaimed, dropping to her knees with surprising ease for someone in heels.

Both Luke and Kieran launched themselves into her open arms without hesitation, all giggles and uncontainable energy.

She wrapped them up tightly, rocking them side to side in an embrace that was more joy than anything else. “You’ve both gotten so big! What are you feeding them, sunshine?”

From beside you, Sylus muttered, “And chaos.”

You snorted, elbowing him gently.

Meanwhile, your father-in-law stood nearby, hands behind his back, watching the scene unfold with a softened expression he probably thought he was hiding well.

Mephisto purred at your feet, as if offering his own quiet welcome home.

“I prepared lunch if you guys are hungry,” you said with a warm smile, glancing toward the dining room.

Your mother-in-law looked up from where she was still hugging the boys, eyes bright. “Oh, sweetheart, you didn’t have to—but I am starving.”

Your father-in-law gave a small nod of approval. “Smells good,” he remarked, already following the scent drifting in from the kitchen.

Sylus raised a brow, clearly amused. “See? She is the favorite.”

You flashed him a smug look.

The boys had already wriggled free, racing toward the table with shouts of “I want the seat by Grandma!” and “No, I do!”

Mephisto followed at a slower pace, tail high, as if supervising the procession.

And with the clatter of small feet and the soft laughter that filled the room, you knew—this was the kind of ordinary that you’d always hoped for.

—•

Everyone gathered at the table, the soft clatter of dishes and the warmth of home-cooked food settling like a gentle hush over the room.

Your mother-in-law sat between the twins, helping Kieran cut his food while Luke rambled excitedly about his latest “invention” that involved tape, crayons, and a suspiciously missing spoon.

She laughed, utterly charmed. “You two are just like your father,” she said fondly, ruffling Luke’s hair.

Sylus, across from her, gave a long-suffering sigh. “Please don’t curse them like that.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile as you set down a bowl of soup. “It’s too late. The damage is done.”

Your father-in-law sat at the end of the table, quieter as always, but the look he gave you as he took the first bite said enough—approving, satisfied. Maybe even a little impressed.

The boys were loud, the food was a little messy, and Mephisto had already claimed his spot beneath the table like a silent guardian.

You slid into your seat beside Sylus, your shoulder brushing his for a second as he passed you the serving spoon.

“Luke, Kieran,” you said, your tone sharp enough to cut through their growing chatter, “behave.”

Both boys froze mid-fidget, glancing at you with wide eyes before immediately straightening in their chairs, forks in hand, suddenly very focused on their plates.

Your mother-in-law laughed, covering her mouth with a napkin. “Oh, she’s got the voice. I love it.”

Even your father-in-law let out a quiet chuckle, nodding approvingly.

Sylus leaned toward you with a smirk, his voice low. “Terrifying. I’m oddly proud.”

You shot him a look. “You should be. They learned it from watching you.”

The table melted into soft laughter, the boys sneaking glances at each other but staying obedient—for now.

“Time really flies,” your father-in-law said, setting his glass down with a quiet clink. “The last time we were here, the boys were barely a year old.”

You glanced at Luke and Kieran—now deep in a silent competition to see who could eat faster without getting scolded again—and felt a tug at your chest.

“They couldn’t even walk yet,” your mother-in-law added with a wistful smile. “Sylus was still convinced one of them would start flying before crawling.”

“I stand by that,” Sylus said smoothly, not missing a beat. “They’ve always been suspiciously aerodynamic.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “And now they’re sprinting through the house like tiny tornados.”

“Your fault,” he muttered.

“Mine?”

“You encouraged it. With cookies.”

Your in-laws laughed quietly, the kind of laughter that comes with age, memory, and the comfort of watching something grow right in front of you.

And as the sunlight filtered through the dining room windows, catching the warmth in every voice and every plate passed, you realized—

he was right.

Time really had flown.

But it had brought you here.

To this.

And it was enough.

After lunch, everyone drifted into the living room, the kind of slow, full procession that only came after a meal shared between people who knew each other well.

The twins had already claimed the floor, knee-deep in some heated debate over which of their toy cars was faster. Kieran was dramatically pointing, Luke already pouting.

You sank into the couch beside Sylus with a quiet sigh, only to feel his arm curl instinctively around your waist, warm and grounding.

Turning toward his parents, you offered a soft smile. “How’ve you been? Mother, Father?”

Your mother-in-law settled into the armchair across from you, one leg crossed over the other, hands still folded with elegant grace. “Busy, as always. Your father’s been obsessing over the garden again.”

Your father-in-law didn’t even look up from his tea. “Meticulous is the word.”

She waved him off, smiling. “And I’ve been catching up with some old friends. Though none of them have grandchildren this entertaining.”

You chuckled, glancing at your boys now in the midst of racing their cars in opposite directions. “They have their moments.”

“They take after you,” Sylus murmured at your ear, low enough for only you to hear.

You glanced up at him, amused. “The chaos or the charm?”

His lips curved, brushing a kiss to your temple. “Both.”

You chuckled softly at the thought—your father-in-law, the man who once reminded you of a strict headmaster with his sharp gaze and clipped words, now so deeply invested in gardening.

It was almost hard to imagine him with dirt under his nails, inspecting rose bushes instead of company reports.

“I just can’t picture it,” you said, grinning as you looked over at him. “You, in gloves, pruning hydrangeas?”

He gave you a look—deadpan, unimpressed. “I wear a hat too. Wide-brimmed. Very dignified.”

Your mother-in-law let out a laugh. “You should see him talking to the plants. He denies it, of course.”

“I do not talk to them,” he muttered. “I make observations.”

Sylus snorted beside you. “Right. Loud, emotionally supportive observations.”

You leaned into him, grinning. “I think it’s sweet.”

Your father-in-law only shook his head, but the faintest smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The image stayed with you—this quiet evolution of a man you once thought impossible to reach.

And somehow, it made everything feel even more real.

Like life had softened all of you in just the right places.

Sylus’s arm curled a little tighter around your waist, pulling you subtly closer as the conversation carried on around you.

Then, in that low, effortless murmur only meant for you, he leaned in just enough for his breath to graze your skin.

“Have I ever told you that you smell nice?”

You felt his smile before you saw it—lazy, fond, laced with that familiar teasing warmth.

He tilted his head, burying his nose briefly in the crook of your neck as if to prove his point, breathing you in like he hadn’t done it a hundred times before.

Your cheeks flushed, a soft laugh escaping you as you tried to nudge him away without much effort.

“You have,” you whispered, trying to sound annoyed but falling short.

“Good,” he murmured, lips brushing your temple. “Needed you to remember.”

Across the room, your in-laws were still chatting over tea, the twins chasing each other around the rug with toy cars.

You watched the room, heart full in a way words couldn’t quite capture.

Kieran was making dramatic engine noises while Luke insisted on explaining the “rules” of their made-up game, even though no one seemed to be following them.

Your mother-in-law played along with infinite patience, and even your father-in-law—stoic as ever—had the ghost of a smile tugging at his mouth as he sipped his tea, quietly observing it all like a man who secretly loved the noise but would never admit it.

The late afternoon sun spilled across the living room, casting warm light over the carpet, the toys, the half-finished tea, and the soft chaos of family. There was laughter. Comfort. The kind of peace you used to think belonged to someone else. Someone with a different story.

But here it was. Yours.

You turned toward Sylus, the weight of the moment pressing gently on your chest. He was relaxed beside you, one arm draped loosely around your waist, gaze drifting toward the boys as if he was memorizing everything without realizing it.

You studied him for a second—those quiet eyes, that faint smirk always threatening to grow into something softer—and you leaned in, brushing a kiss against his cheek.

Not rushed. Not fleeting. Just full of meaning.

He turned to you slightly, brows raised in surprise, but you spoke before he could ask.

“I’m really glad you showed up at my door,” you said, your voice quiet, but steady.

His expression shifted—not dramatic, just real. A flicker of surprise. Then something warmer, deeper.

“Yeah?” he asked, just barely above a whisper.

You nodded, eyes meeting his. “You changed everything.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then he reached up, fingers brushing gently along your jaw as if grounding himself in you. His voice was low when he finally replied, the teasing gone now—just sincerity, bare and soft.

“I didn’t know what I was doing back then,” he admitted. “But I knew I wanted to stay.”

Your heart tightened, full and aching in the best way.

“And you did,” you whispered. “We both did.”

He leaned in, his forehead resting lightly against yours.

And in the middle of the laughter, the mess, the distant clatter of racing toys, the two of you sat there quietly—no longer just a promise, but the proof of what choosing each other, day after day, had built.

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Evening settled over the house in a hush of gold and lavender, casting long shadows across the floor as the last light of day slipped away.

Your in-laws stood by the door, coats on, bags in hand, their visit coming to a gentle close.

Your mother-in-law hugged you tightly, her perfume familiar, comforting. “You’ve made a lovely home,” she whispered, brushing your cheek. “We’re proud of you both.”

Your father-in-law gave a simple nod, his gaze resting on you for a beat longer than usual. “Take care of each other,” he said.

“We will,” you promised.

As they stepped outside and the door clicked shut behind them, a quiet settled over the entryway.

You were about to turn away when you felt arms slip around your waist from behind—firm, grounding, unmistakably his.

Sylus rested his chin on your shoulder, his body warm against your back, holding you close without saying a word at first.

You leaned into him, closing your eyes for just a second.

“They’ve changed,” you murmured.

He hummed in agreement, his breath soft against your ear. “Or maybe they just see us clearly now.”

You turned slightly, enough to glimpse his face—calm, unreadable in that familiar way, but his eyes gave him away.

There was something tender there, something still in awe of what the two of you had built.

“You think they’re proud?” you asked, quieter this time.

He didn’t hesitate. “Of you? Always.” Then he smirked. “Of me? That might’ve taken some convincing.”

You let out a soft laugh, resting your hands over his.

“Well… you have come a long way.”

He pulled you in a little closer, his voice a low murmur against your neck. “So have we.”

You tilted your head back just enough to meet his eyes, a smile playing on your lips. “I’m glad you stayed.”

His reply was barely a whisper. “There was never another choice.”

You chuckled softly, the warmth of his arms around you and the quiet hum of the evening settling deep in your chest.

“We’re still as romantic as ever,” you teased, glancing up at him with a playful glint in your eyes.

Sylus raised a brow, his smirk returning with ease. “You mean me holding you in a dimly lit hallway while the twins scream over who gets the blue cup isn’t peak romance?”

You laughed, leaning your head back against his shoulder. “Honestly? It kind of is.”

He pressed a kiss just beneath your ear, slow and deliberate. “Then I guess I’m still doing something right.”

You turned in his arms, looping yours around his neck as you looked up at him. “We both are.”

His gaze softened, the teasing falling away for just a moment as he looked at you like you were still the only thing in the room that mattered.

You gazed up at him, at the way the low light caught the red in his eyes—sharp, striking, and yet softened only for you.

There was a quiet in the space between you, the kind that felt full rather than empty.

Your fingers curled gently at the nape of his neck, and your voice came out steady, certain.

“I love you.”

No teasing this time. No playful jab. Just the truth, laid bare between heartbeats.

Sylus didn’t look away. Didn’t smirk.

He simply held your gaze like it anchored him.

“I know,” he said, his voice low. Then, after a beat, just as quietly—“I love you too.”

You both lingered in that moment just a little longer, hearts steady, wrapped in a silence that felt like home.

Then, from the living room, came the unmistakable crash of toy cars colliding, followed by Luke’s loud declaration of victory and Kieran’s dramatic groan of defeat.

You exchanged a look with Sylus—equal parts tired and amused.

“Duty calls,” you murmured.

“Tiny tyrants await,” he replied with a sigh, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before releasing you.

Together, you stepped back into the living room. The boys were still sprawled on the floor, surrounded by a minefield of toys and pillows, their energy somehow untouched by the full day behind them.

“Alright, time’s up,” you said, voice firm but gentle. “Bed.”

“But we’re not even tired,” Luke whined as Kieran nodded in fierce agreement—just before a yawn gave him away.

Sylus smirked. “Sure you’re not.” He moved in without warning, effortlessly scooping up Luke with one arm and hoisting him into the air. “Come on, warrior. Time to recharge for tomorrow’s battles.”

You bent down to gather Kieran into your arms, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as he buried his face in your shoulder, already halfway to sleep.

The twins mumbled soft protests, but their limbs grew heavier with each step down the hall.

And as you walked together—Sylus beside you, boys cradled in your arms, the house dim and quiet around you—you felt it again.

That quiet, enduring kind of love.

Not loud. Not perfect. But deeply, unmistakably yours.

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[zuzu-tries-to-write]

Title: Seven Minutes Too Long (Or Not Long Enough)

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance, a little Tension

Summary: Getting stuck in a tiny closet with Bakugo for seven minutes? Worst. Luck. Ever. You want nothing more than to get it over with—but then the tension shifts. The space gets smaller, the air gets heavier, and suddenly, seven minutes might not be long enough.

Tbh I got butterflies when writing it, hope you enjoy!!

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You regretted coming to this party.

You regretted sitting in that stupid circle.

And most of all, you regretted letting Mina spin the damn bottle.

The room had erupted into laughter and cheers when the bottle landed perfectly between you and Bakugo. You swore it was rigged, but before you could protest, you were being dragged toward the closet, your fate sealed by a group of very nosy, very entertained friends.

“Get in there, lovebirds!” Mina cackled, shoving you forward.

“I’m gonna kill you when this is over,” Bakugo growled at her before stepping inside.

The door shut behind you both, and suddenly, you were trapped in a tiny, dark closet with Bakugo Katsuki.

Wonderful.

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Crowded and Uncomfortable

The closet was way too small.

The moment the door clicked shut, you realized just how little space there was. You were practically pressed against Bakugo’s chest, your back against the shelves behind you.

“This is stupid,” you muttered, crossing your arms. “Seven minutes is way too long.”

Bakugo scoffed. “No shit. The hell are we supposed to do in here?”

“Stand here and suffer?”

“Tch. You act like being near me is so unbearable.”

You didn’t respond to that. Because truthfully? You weren’t sure how to respond.

Bakugo was warm. The kind of warm that seeped into your skin, that made you hyper-aware of how close he was. His scent—smoky, a little like caramel—lingered in the air, and it was annoyingly distracting.

You had been able to ignore a lot of things about him before. His stupid smirks. The way he always made your heart race (for reasons you refused to admit). But here? Trapped in this tiny space? There was no ignoring anything.

And then—

The closet shifted.

Or, more accurately, Bakugo shifted.

His arm brushed against yours as he adjusted his stance, and suddenly, his face was a little too close.

His crimson eyes flickered down to your lips. Just for a second.

You swallowed.

“You keep looking at me like that, dumbass, and people are gonna get ideas,” Bakugo muttered, his voice lower than before.

“I’m not looking at you like anything,” you shot back, your breath catching slightly.

“Yeah?” His smirk was almost lazy now. “Then why are you nervous?”

“I’m not.”

“Liar.”

His voice had dropped even more, and you hated how much it affected you.

The air was thick—so thick that it made your head spin. Neither of you spoke for a moment, the only sound between you being the slightly uneven rhythm of your breathing.

You could just… kiss him.

No. That was insane.

But then—

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Bakugo muttered, tilting his head slightly.

Your breath hitched. “Thinking about what?”

“Kissing me.”

Your heart practically stopped.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t act dumb.” His smirk widened, but there was something else behind it now. A quiet sort of challenge. “I know you want to.”

You scoffed. “You’re ridiculous.”

And then he did something that made your brain short-circuit.

He leaned in.

Not all the way. Not enough to actually kiss you. Just enough for his lips to hover a breath away from yours, waiting.

Testing you.

Your resolve cracked.

Screw it.

You surged forward and kissed him.

And holy hell.

The second your lips touched his, Bakugo made a low noise in the back of his throat, one of surprise and something else entirely. But he didn’t hesitate. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him as he kissed you back, hard and deep.

It was messy, rushed—like you’d both been waiting for this way longer than you’d ever admit. His lips moved against yours with purpose, his fingers tightening on your hips like he was afraid you’d change your mind.

You weren’t changing your mind. Not when he kissed like this.

You gasped slightly when he nipped your bottom lip, and he took full advantage, deepening the kiss as his hand slid up your back.

Seven minutes wasn’t going to be enough.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, tangled up in each other, but the second you heard footsteps outside, you barely had time to pull away before the door swung open.

Mina’s grin was nothing short of evil. “So… how’d it go?”

Bakugo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking. “None of your damn business.”

You, on the other hand, just stood there, dazed, your lips still tingling.

And then, as Bakugo walked past you, he leaned down, just enough for only you to hear—

“This ain’t over, dumbass.”

No. It definitely wasn’t.

[cameronsbabydoll]

Omg the rafe idea is so good!! Just watching all the boys get frustrated bc they know they did it to themselves

ahh yes! sorry for the late reply i’ve been working on the sugar-coated chains series (and btw im writing chapter seven !!!)

You step out of the car, your tiny mini dress barely containing your energy, and your high heels clicking against the pavement. You latch onto Rafe’s arm with a grin, practically bouncing beside him as you head towards the beach. You're completely oblivious to how his eyes stay fixed on you, and the smirk on his lips shows he’s more than a little entertained by your presence.

You tug your phone from your bag, scrolling through it with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Rafe! You won’t believe what I found. I’m, like, reading this article on how to make your lips look even fuller. It’s, like, so cool."

Rafe chuckles, but there's something in his voice—teasing, but not unkind. “Doll, your lips are perfect already. But sure, I’m game if you wanna try something new.” His hand drops to your waist as he guides you through the crowd, completely possessive of your space. He can’t help but smile when you just nod along, eager to dive deeper into whatever random thought crosses your mind.

You continue babbling, not even noticing how Rafe’s arm moves lower, resting possessively on your ass. “Right?! So, like, if I use this trick, I’ll have, like, the most kissable lips ever!” You giggle, completely unaware of how you sound.

Rafe just smiles down at you, his smirk growing wider. "If it makes you feel better, sure. But you’re already cute enough, bunny." His voice drops lower, his tone almost teasing as he adds, "Not sure how much more you need.”

You giggle, not picking up on his sarcasm. “Aww, thanks! I’m, like, so glad you think so!” Your excitement is genuine as you continue talking about the newest beauty trend you’ve found, completely missing the fact that Rafe’s eyes are locked onto you with something more than just amusement. There's affection there.

The two of you arrive at the beach, and you’re still talking a mile a minute, oblivious to the group of Pogues watching you both from the bonfire. You don’t notice Pope’s confused look, or John B’s slightly raised eyebrow. But Rafe? He notices them.

With a glance over his shoulder, Rafe gives a little chuckle, his hand still firmly on your ass as he continues walking beside you, acting like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Hey, I swear, if you’re gonna talk about poodles for another hour, we might need to get you one,” he teases, squeezing you gently.

You blink at him, giggling again. “Poodles are, like, totally the cutest! I could totally take one around town in a pink stroller!” You pause, eyes wide. “Oh my gosh, that would be so cute, right?”

Rafe laughs, a soft, fond chuckle. “Yeah, bunny, you’d be the talk of the town. Just make sure it doesn’t outshine you.”

As you both approach the bonfire, you don’t even realize the Pogues are staring. You’re too busy holding up your phone and showing Rafe a new picture of a puppy you found, still oblivious to the way Pope, John B, and JJ are looking at you in confusion.

“Poodles?” Pope mutters, not quite sure what to make of all this.

John B shrugs. “I... don’t know what I expected, but definitely not this.”

JJ raises an eyebrow, then watches Rafe closely. “I don’t get it, man. He’s, like, all in on her. He’s holding her ass in public like it's nothing.”

But Rafe? He’s still focused on you, walking confidently with you at his side, never once pulling away from his slightly condescending, affectionate demeanor. "I swear, bunny, you're making me sound like a bad influence, but I kinda like it."

You grin, still clueless. “Like, I think I could teach the world about poodles!” You giggle, eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

Rafe just shakes his head, grinning back. “Yeah, bunny. Teach them everything they need to know. You’re really something else.”

You glance up at him with a playful smile. “You think I’m something else?”

He pulls you in closer, hand on your ass tighter now. “Yeah, you’re a lot of things, but I’ll tell you what—you’re mine.”

You laugh again, not even noticing how much he’s enjoying this, his affection clear despite his playful condescension.

As you walk away from the Pogues, you continue your carefree chatter, oblivious to the looks you’re getting. Rafe watches you with amusement, but there’s something else in his eyes—he’s not just laughing at you. He’s fond of you, and if anything, he enjoys the way you make him feel like the most important guy in the world, like he’s the one who knows how to handle you.

When you both pass the Pogues again, you’re still talking about the same thing. Your hands are wrapped around your phone, eyes wide as you go on about the “poodle craze,” and Rafe’s grin only deepens as he gives your ass another possessive squeeze.

The Pogues? They just watch, wide-eyed and silent. Rafe’s got a way with you. You’re his, and he’s so incredibly okay with that.

[moonchild9350]

Always

summary: you and Hyunjin have a peculiar relationship with your roommate Felix

pairing: est. relationship Hyunjin x fab!reader x roommate Felix

genre: sprinkle of fluff, smut-18+MDNI

word count: 2.7k

warnings: cockwarming, spanking, breeding kink, mention of pregnancy, partner sharing, unprotected sex (don't), multiple creampies, squirting, nipply play, dirty talk, use of term slut

notes: short, sweet, and filthy lol I just love hyunjin and felix omg

If you enjoyed, consider a reblog, comment, or like as it keeps me motivated ♡

Divider by @saradika-graphics

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

It’s the end of the day, the part where you start to wind down, your mind exhausted from the day’s activities. You’re sitting on your bed holding your penguin plushie as you scroll through your phone when you notice the time.

Seeing that it is almost seven, you sit up as excitement courses through you, your core clenching in anticipation for the evening that’s in store.

Hyunjin will be home soon after a long day at work. You miss your boyfriend dearly, the hours long without him.

At the thought of seeing him soon, you get up out of bed and shimmy out of your sweatpants and panties, leaving yourself in only his oversized shirt, the hem barely grazing your thighs.

You pad to the door and open it, making your way to the living room where a certain blond is sitting, his eyes trained on the tv…that is until you walk in.

At your entrance, Felix looks up and flashes the smile you have grown to love, all teeth and dimples, as he sets his phone down. He beckons you over, his tiny finger making a come hither motion as he invites you to sit on his lap.

You stand there for a moment, gazing at the beautiful man, your hands behind your back. You take him in, how the bulge within his grey sweats is ever enlarging, his cock twitching as you take one step forward.

“That’s it, come here sweetheart,” Felix purrs as he pushes his hair out of his freckled face.

You’re wet, incredibly so, as your body is trained almost like Pavlov’s dog. At the stroke of seven, you become horny, the thought of cock filling you up making the feeling almost unbearable.

You arrive in front of Felix and giggle, as your cheeks flush at the sight of the blond.

“Ready sweetheart?” Felix asks, his hands reaching into his sweats to pull his cock out, giving it a few strokes as he spreads the precum that’s leaking from the tip around.

You nod as you take in his hard cock, perfect and chubby, all ready for you.

He holds it steady as you straddle his legs and bring your core to his length. Felix helps you line his cock with your entrance as you experimentally lower yourself, sighing at the stretch his tip provides.

You left your hips up before bringing them down once more, this time taking all of him. You let out a whimper at feeling full, your pussy keeping his member nice and snug within your wet walls.

You wrap your arms around Felix and nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck as he holds you close. You just sit there, feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath, reveling in the comfort of being in Felix’s arms.

You relax further as his hands sneak beneath your shirt, his fingers gently trailing your back as he continues to watch the show on the tv screen.

And so it goes. You and your boyfriend have a particular arrangement with Felix, your roommate. He joined your little abode around a year ago, all sunshine and happiness, and thankful for you both taking him in.

As time went on and you three became closer, feelings of friendship turning into something a little more with each passing day. You were already dating Hyunjin, and Felix knew that, but he couldn’t let his feelings go to waste, confessing one day while at movie night.

You remember looking at Hyunjin, a smirk forming on your face at the confession. Little did Felix know that you both liked Felix too and were more than willing to open up your relationship to include him.

Felix was delighted, as the best case scenario played out. However, before he could get too excited, Hyunjin laid down some ground rules.

The first rule he imposed was you were his at the end of the day and only his, but Felix can enjoy the perks of having you close by, whatever those perks may be. He also demanded that Felix prep you and get you ready for him before he got home.

Felix readily agreed, as he got to be with you, feel you, and that was more than he had bargained for.

So here he was, “prepping” you by having you warm his cock. He loved how you felt around him, your pussy always warm and wet, your slick dripping down onto his pants, forming a constantly enlarging wet spot.

You both sat there for a while, waiting for the door to open and for Hyunjin to walk in. However, you were starting to feel needy, Felix’s cock feeling too good within you. You knew you were playing with fire, but decided to proceed, needing some type of relief as you waited for your love.

Smirking against Felix’s neck, you clenched down on his length while pressing wet kisses to his neck, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

Felix’s breath hitched for a moment before he recovered, lightly tapping your ass and gripping the flesh tight. You grinned before repeating the motion, this time feeling his cock twitch within you as he let out a low groan at the sensation. Felix gently rocked your hips over his cock, his length dragging deliciously against your walls.

You gripped his neck tighter as you breath caught, hoping he would do it again. However, Felix recovered, remembering that Hyunjin gets to have you first.

“Behave,” he said, his deep voice rumbling deep within his chest and flowing to your ears.

You let out a sigh, as you lightly nipped his skin, Felix jumping at the slight pain. You’re not sure how much longer you could wait, needing to move, to gain any type of friction to ease your aching pussy.

As you thought of moving again, the door opened and in walked Hyunjin. You watched as he dropped his bags and kicked off his shoes before walking over to the living area. He smiled at seeing the two of you, wrapped in an intimate embrace, as you warmed Felix’s cock.

“You two are adorable,” Hyunjin cooed, taking out his phone to snap a picture, wanting to add it to his ever growing collection of his two favorite people.

Hyunjin continued to gaze at you two, the blood flowing to his cock as he took in your flushed cheeks, your disheveled hair as you continued to nuzzle your head in the crook of Felix’s neck. He took in Felix, his eyes dilated and veins prominent on his hands as he gripped your ass tighter. He knew how Felix felt, your pussy too warm, wet, and just perfect.

“Ready love?” Hyunjin asked, walking closer to you.

You nodded your head, keeping your face tucked into Felix’s neck as Hyunjin wrapped his arms around your waist. You let out a moan as Hyunjin lifted you off of Felix’s cock, the sudden emptiness making your walls contract as he carried you bridle style to your bedroom.

He laid you down on the soft sheets and began stripping his clothes off, his eyes on you the whole time. You watched as his cock sprang free, as he dragged his sweats down his thick thighs, licking your lips at the sight.

“Take your shirt off love, you know the drill,” Hyunjin commanded as he stood before you in all his glory.

You shuffled to take the garment off, your tits now on display for your lover. You leaned back and fondled the flesh, watching as Hyunjin stroked his length.

“Mm spread your legs love, show me your pussy,” Hyunjin said, as he bit his plush lips.

He let out a moan as you spread your legs, your folds parting and displaying your wet entrance and puffy clit. You whimpered as you swiveled your hips, wanting to touch yourself to ease the ache. However, you didn’t dare touch what was his, wanting him to have his fill first.

“That’s it love, such a pretty pussy just for me.”

Hyunjin approached you, as he slotted himself between your legs. He leaned over you, his body hovering over yours as caged you in, his lips finding purchase against yours. He kissed you passionately as he brought his cock to your entrance, pushing the tip in with a swift motion.

You moaned loudly against his mouth as his cock speared you open, your pussy welcoming him in with no hesitation. Hyunjin smirked at your reaction as he snapped his hips into yours once, twice, as he pushed your body up against the bed with the force each thrust. He set a fast pace, as he pounded into you, his hips withdrawing until his cock was almost out of your pussy before slamming back in.

Loud moans rang through the room, as Hyunjin fucked you, so loud you’re sure Felix could hear you from the living room. However, that was part of the thrill, the thought of Felix with his cock out, his hands stroking his length, the thought of fucking you at the forefront of his mind.

You squealed as Hyunjin adjusted his hips, the new angle causing his cock to brush against your sweet spot with each thrust, the drag sending little shockwaves through your core.

You tried to say his name, but nothing came out, your mouth left wide open as Hyunjin brought you closer to your orgasm.

Hyunjin could tell you were close, as your walls clenched around him, attempting to keep him deep inside you. He listened intently as you mumbled words, the syllables barely audible as you became cock drunk, chanting that you need his cock and don’t stop.

He could never get used to your pussy, how wet you get as he fucks you, as Felix teases you as you cockwarm him every night. Your pussy was made for him, stretching perfectly to accommodate him.

“Cum in me,” you whimpered, hoping he would not pull out like he usually does.

You wanted to be filled, to have his cum stuffed within you, so much so that it leaks out and doesn’t stop.

Hyunjin was shocked at first, but quickly recovered, grinning at your words, more than happy to oblige.

“My love wants me to fill her up, breed her good hmm?” Hyunjin asked as he swiveled his hips against yours.

“Yes, baby please, breed me,” you whined as you locked your legs around his ass pulling him as close as you could.

Hyunjin sought out your lips, pressing sloppy kisses to them as he continued to grind into you, the neatly trimmed hairs rubbing against your clit with each thrust. He felt like he would go insane as your walls clamped around him, urging him to cum, your tits rubbing against his chest perfectly, adding extra stimulation to his sensitive nipples. He placed his lips right at your ear as he continued to whisper dirty words to you.

“Fuck this pussy, love. Gonna cum, breed this pussy so good that it’ll stick and make you a mommy.”

At that you let out a loud cry, the thought of carrying Hyunjin’s child causing you let go, your orgasm wrecking through your body. You clutched onto him as he continued to fuck you through your high, his pace never faltering.

You whispered in his ear, your litany of his name causing him to moan as he came, spurt after spurt of his cum painting your walls white.

You rocked your hips against his thrusts, holding him close as he finished emptying himself within you. With a shaky breath he stilled, collapsing gently on top of you.

You laid there for a while, your breathing slowly going back to normal as Hyunjin pressed lazy kisses to your neck.

“We’re not done yet love,” Hyunjin finally whispered in a sultry voice.

He got up, withdrawing his now softened cock from your core. You could feel his cum slowly seep out, the trickle forming a sticky path down your ass. Hyunjin tutted at the sight, his finger gathering his cum before stuffing it back inside of you.

“Need that to stick don’t we? Keep it in love.” Hyunjin warned as he gave you a stern look.

You nodded in agreement, as he maneuvered behind you. He brought you back against his chest, his arms wrapping around you snuggly. He pressed a kiss to your hair whispering sweet nothings as you both rested in the moment as two.

“Felix,” Hyunjin called shortly after, his arms still wrapped around you as he cradled your body.

The blond opened the door and walked in, a smile plastered on his freckled face.

“Sounds like Hyunjin took good care of you sweetheart,” Felix cooed as he got undressed. “Think you can take me too?”

You knew it was a rhetorical question as you would take his cock regardless but you answered nonetheless, wanting to please Felix.

“Give me your cock Lix,” you said, spreading your legs wide for him. Hyunjin gripped your thighs, bringing them to your chest to keep you open for him. Felix wasted no time slotting himself between your legs, his eyes trained on your swollen pussy.

“Would you look at that, you’re dripping in cum,” he teased. “Let’s just push that back in,” Felix grunted as he slid his cock into your pussy, a loud squelch echoing throughout the room as his cock pushed Hyunjin’s cum further inside you.

“You’re so wet sweetheart, take it all yeah?” Felix grunted as he slid his cock in and out in and out, your pussy letting both men know how wet you were with each thrust.

You whimpered as Felix began to pound into you, your eyes on his beautiful face. Your walls clenched at the sight of him falling apart above you, his hair falling in his face with the exertion.

You were about to reach up and grasp his face when Hyunjin let go of your legs and pinched your nipples, the jolt of pain sending waves of pleasure straight to you core.

“Ahh!” You moaned as Hyunjin toyed with your nipples, his fingers alternating between brushing against them and pinching them.

“Is Felix fucking you good love? Keep those legs open,” Hyunjin said, his voice right at your ear.

“Mm yes!” You said as you took a shaky breath.

“Love this pussy, just taking me. Look at that, sucking me right in,” Felix groaned his eyes trained on your walls stretching over his cock.

“Not gonna last long sweetheart, gonna cum, gonna give you my cum yeah?”

Hyunjin chuckled, his breath tickling your ear. “Hear that love? Gonna let Felix breed you full too?”

You were floating at his words, wanting nothing more than Felix’s cum within you.

“Lix give me your cum,” you begged as you spread your legs even wider, keeping them open just like Hyunjin instructed.

“Damn sweetheart, Hyunjin’s cum not enough for you that you need mine too? Are you our little cum dump?” Felix teased as he smirked.

You nodded quickly, little “mmms” leaving your lips.

As Hyunjin continue to play with your tits, he said in a low voice, “my little slut, gonna let Felix breed you too. Fill you up, give you his baby hmm?”

At the thought of carrying their babies, not knowing who the father was, you let out a loud whine, as you squirted, your walls contracting rhythmically around Felix’s cock.

The feel of you clamping down on him, holding him in tipped him over the edge, his cum filling your pussy, the fluid mixing with Hyunjin’s.

You whimpered as he pulled out, a gush of fluid leaking out down your ass and onto the sheets. You preened as Hyunjin whispered praises in your ear, his hands softly stroking your sides.

You watched as Felix left to go find a towel, returning shortly after leaving. He helped clean you off, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Good night sweetheart,” Felix said as he gave you a smile. He then got up and snatched his clothes, leaving to go back to his room.

“Let’s get you ready for bed. Get under the blankets love,” Hyunjin said as he helped you maneuver under the warm fabric.

He got in next to you and pulled you close. You were on the verge of sleep when Hyunjin broke the silence.

“I hope it really did stick and you’re carrying one of our babies.”

You didn’t say anything but laid there thinking about what he said. You wouldn’t be mad but actually happy at the thought as you loved both of the boys.

And that was a thought that you knew would always remain.

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[yois2aki]

wc. 1.3k

the cabin was dimly lit, the soft glow of lanterns casting flickering shadows across the wooden floor. the group was huddled in a loose circle, the empty bottle in the center still spinning from the latest turn. laughter echoed through the room, loud and teasing, but your mind was stuck on one thing.

the bottle had landed on you.

and now, your fate was sealed.

“truth or dare?” one of your classmates grinned, leaning forward.

you hesitated. truth was safer. truth would keep you from humiliating yourself. but knowing these guys, they’d make you confess something embarrassing, probably about caleb, and you were not about to do that in front of him.

“…dare,” you finally said, regretting it the second the words left your mouth.

“ohh, i’ve got the perfect one!” one of the girls clapped her hands together, practically vibrating with excitement. “you and caleb—seven minutes in heaven. right now.”

your stomach plummeted.

the group exploded into cheers, some gasping in exaggerated shock, others cackling like they had just won the lottery.

beside you, caleb tensed, though his face remained neutral.

“seriously?” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “this is the best you guys can come up with?”

“hey, rules are rules,” one of the guys smirked. “unless you’re scared?”

caleb let out a slow exhale before turning his head slightly toward you. his voice was low, meant only for you. “you okay with this?”

your heart pounded. you and caleb had been best friends since childhood, but this—this felt like uncharted territory.

“…it’s just seven minutes, right?” you mumbled, trying to ignore the heat rising to your face.

caleb’s lips twitched slightly, something unreadable in his gaze. “guess so.”

before you could process what was happening, hands were on your back, shoving you both toward the small, creaky supply closet. you barely caught a glimpse of caleb’s expression before the door clicked shut behind you, plunging you both into darkness.

the air was thick, the scent of old wood and fabric softener filling the small space. you barely had room to move without brushing against him, and the only light came from the sliver beneath the door, casting faint shadows across the walls.

you exhaled slowly, pressing your back against the wall, trying to ignore how close he was.

“well,” caleb’s voice broke the silence, low and amused, “this is cozy.”

you scoffed. “if you like being locked in a tiny closet.”

“depends on the company,” he mused.

your heart skipped. “you’re so annoying.”

he chuckled under his breath.

a few seconds passed. then a minute.

outside, someone whispered, “do you think they’ll actually do something?” followed by a harsh shush.

caleb sighed. “they’re just waiting for us to crack.”

“or for us to—” you stopped yourself, suddenly very aware of what this game usually involved.

caleb smirked, even in the dark. “kiss?”

your face burned. “don’t say it out loud!”

he leaned in slightly, just enough to make you feel the shift. “why? getting ideas?”

you swatted his arm. “shut up!"

silence stretched between you, thick and unbearable. caleb shifted, his shoulder brushing yours briefly before he leaned back against the opposite wall.

outside, muffled giggles and whispers could barely be heard through the wooden door. you had no doubt your classmates were listening.

“they’re totally waiting for us to do something,” you muttered.

caleb huffed a quiet laugh. “probably hoping for a scandal.”

he rapped his knuckles against the door suddenly, making you jump. “hey!” his voice was loud and teasing. “you guys really just gonna sit out there and eavesdrop?”

chaos erupted outside.

“what?! no!!”

“shut up, caleb!!”

“we weren’t listening, we swear!”

caleb smirked. “sure.”

you groaned. “why are you like this?”

“gotta keep them on their toes.”

a few beats of silence passed. you could feel the warmth of his presence, could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing in the quiet.

then, in a softer voice, he asked, “you nervous?”

you hesitated before answering. “a little. it’s… weird, right?”

“yeah,” he admitted. “kinda is.”

silence stretched between you, thick with something unspoken. this moment was awkward to say the least—to be forced in such a challenging scenario with none other than the childhood friend you grew up with and had the most foolish crush on was nothing but flustering.

you shuffled your feet. “this is the longest seven minutes of my life.”

“is it?” his voice dipped slightly. “feels kinda short to me.

you turned your head slightly, trying to make out his expression in the dim light. “you’re being weirdly calm about this.”

he exhaled. “trust me, i’m trying.”

your breath hitched. “trying?”

“not to think too much about it.”

your stomach flipped. “about what?”

he hesitated, then muttered, “you.”

your pulse skyrocketed.

the silence that followed was deafening, and you tried to pretend those words didn't come out of his mouth.

he shifted again, this time closer. “wanna sit?” he asked suddenly, as if needing to break the tension.

you blinked. “on the floor?”

“unless you wanna sit on my lap—”

“no!”

he snorted. “relax, i was joking.”

you huffed, lowering yourself down, hugging your knees to your chest. caleb followed, sitting across from you, his back against the opposite wall.

it was still too close. your legs brushed slightly, and neither of you moved away.

caleb shifted again, his movements slow, deliberate. “i think we should mess with them,” he said after a moment.

you blinked. “what?”

“just to freak them out a little.”

before you could respond, he knocked on the door again—this time, slower.

“hey,” he called, his voice dipping just slightly. “you might want to give us a few extra minutes...“

outside, your classmates screamed.

“what the hell?!”

“no. no, stop.”

“open the door right now!”

“caleb, what did you do?!”

you smacked his arm, face burning. “you’re actually the worst!

he was laughing now, a low, warm sound, and you could practically feel his smug grin. “oh, come on, that was good.”

outside, someone knocked on the door. “y’all making out yet?”

caleb shot a glare at the door. “oh, definitely,” he called back sarcastically. “best seven minutes of my life.”

a chorus of groans followed. “ugh, you’re the worst!”

“hey, if you wanted details, you should’ve picked a different guy!”

you buried your face in your hands. “why are you like this?”

“what, you want me to give them a show?”

you refused to dignify that with a response.

caleb shifted again, voice lower now. “for real, though. you okay?”

you nodded. “just… wasn’t expecting this tonight.”

“you and me both.”

a few more seconds passed.

then, in an almost hesitant voice, he asked, “you ever thought about it?”

your stomach flipped. “thought about what?”

“us.”

you froze. “…what about us?”

caleb exhaled, dragging a hand through his hair. “never mind.”

“caleb.”

he let out a quiet laugh, almost self-deprecating. “just… wondering if the idea ever crossed your mind, that’s all.”

your heart pounded. “i..."

another stretch of silence. your heartbeat was out of control.

then, quieter, caleb spoke again. “but seriously.”

you swallowed. “what?”

he hesitated, then let out a breath. “you know i wouldn’t— i mean, if it were someone else in here with me, i’d probably be trying to claw my way out.”

your stomach twisted. “but because it’s me…?”

caleb’s voice was barely above a whisper. “i don’t mind it.”

your whole body felt like it was on fire.

and before you could even begin to process what that meant, the door suddenly burst open, light flooding the tiny closet.

“seven minutes, exactly!” someone declared. “so… what happened?”

caleb stretched his arms, looking entirely unbothered. “wouldn’t you like to know?”

your classmates groaned, but you barely heard them over the pounding in your ears.

caleb stretched, looking entirely unbothered, but as he passed you, he leaned in slightly, voice just for your ears to hear.

“we’ll finish that conversation later.

you swore your brain short-circuited.

[ari-ana-bel-la]

Heyy Babes Can you please write Dad!Lewis where he loves to spoil his baby and someone questions him about it in an interview or smth like that. Thank youu

Spoiling her rotten

The paddock was buzzing with energy as the drivers gathered around, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation before qualifying. The Ferrari garage was unusually lively today, and it wasn't because of strategy discussions or mechanics making last-minute adjustments. No, the source of the excitement was a tiny, giggling little girl currently waiting in the Ferrari hospitality with her grandparents.

Three-year-old Yn, Lewis’ daughter, was a little bundle of energy, and everyone who had met her agreed on one thing—she was the most spoiled child in the world. But no one really minded. How could they? The sight of Lewis, the seven-time world champion, carrying around his daughter like she was the most precious thing in existence was something no one could resist smiling at.

“He spoils her so much,” Max muttered, shaking his head fondly as they all stood near the Ferrari garage, chatting before the session.

“I think it’s adorable,” Carlos admitted, taking a sip from his water bottle. “She’s the cutest kid I’ve ever seen.”

“You mean the most spoiled?” Lando chimed in. “Have you seen the way he looks at her? If she asked for the moon, I think he’d find a way to get it for her.”

Lewis, who had just approached the group, rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the proud smile on his face. “Of course, I spoil my princess. She deserves it.”

The teasing only increased at his statement, with George dramatically placing a hand on his heart. “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Charles, who had been quietly listening, chuckled. “I think it’s nice. She’s only three. It’s good that she has a dad who loves her that much.”

Lewis shot Charles a grateful look before turning his attention back to the rest of the group. “You guys just don’t get it. When you have a little one who looks at you like you’re their whole world, you just want to give them everything.”

Before anyone could respond, a small voice called out, cutting through the noise of the paddock. “Daddy!”

The drivers all turned to see Yn running full speed toward them, her tiny legs moving as fast as they could. Her little Ferrari team shirt looked oversized on her small frame, and her curly hair bounced with each step. But what stood out the most was the stuffed pink bunny she was clutching tightly in her arms.

Lewis crouched down just in time to catch her as she jumped into his arms. He lifted her effortlessly, pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek. “There’s my princess. Did you have fun with Grandma and Grandpa?”

Yn nodded eagerly before holding out the bunny for everyone to see. “Look! Daddy got me a bunny!”

The drivers all leaned in to admire the toy, but it was Charles who gave the biggest reaction. He gasped dramatically, eyes wide as he gently touched the bunny’s floppy ear. “Wow! That is the cutest bunny I’ve ever seen.”

Yn beamed, clearly pleased with his reaction. “It’s soft!” She pressed the bunny to her cheek before holding it out to Charles. “Feel it!”

Charles obediently ran a hand over the stuffed animal. “Oh, it’s very soft. What’s its name?”

Yn scrunched her nose in thought before shrugging. “Bunny.”

The drivers burst into laughter at her simple but effective choice of name. “A very good name,” Charles approved, nodding seriously.

Lewis kissed the top of her head. “See? I told you Bunny was a great choice.”

Yn giggled before resting her head on Lewis’ shoulder, her tiny arms wrapping around his neck. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Lando, ever the instigator, smirked. “Okay, but let’s be honest, honey—how many stuffed animals do you already have at home?”

Yn lifted her head, thinking hard before holding up four fingers. “This many.”

Lewis sighed. “She has way more than that.”

George grinned. “And yet, you keep buying more.”

Lewis huffed. “Like I said, she deserves it.” He bounced Yn slightly in his arms, making her giggle again. “I’ll spoil her as much as I want.”

Charles shook his head with a small smile, watching the interaction fondly. “I think it’s sweet.”

Yn turned her bright eyes on Charles again. “Do you have a bunny?”

Charles chuckled. “No, but I think I need one now.”

Yn gasped. “You can get one! Daddy will buy you one!”

The group exploded into laughter at her confidence, and Lewis playfully poked her side. “I spoil you, not the other drivers.”

Yn pouted before reaching for Charles’ hand. “I share Bunny with you.”

Charles placed one hand over his heart, the other one on hers. “I’m honored.”

Yn grinned, clearly pleased with herself before snuggling back into Lewis’ arms. The drivers continued to joke and tease, but there was an undeniable warmth in the group. No one doubted for a second that Lewis’ little princess was the most loved child in the paddock.

And if Lewis wanted to spoil her forever, no one would stop him.

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Authors Note: Hey, loves. I hope you enjoy this story. My requests are always open and I'm more than happy to write your story.

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