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I didn't expect to be away for this long and shield myself from parasocial interactions. A lot of things are going on in my life. Some are great some are incredibly problematic. The whole package triggers my anxiety and my migraines and I really had to take a break from writing, since I constantly pressured myself into creating.
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Summary: Destiny works in mysterious ways, doesn't it? Never in your life, you would have imagined that losing your job and spending your last dollars on an overpriced black coffee, would drive you into your soulmate's arms. But here you are, slowly falling for the charming businessman Jean Kirschtein, while babysitting his daughter.
Dad!Jean Kirschtein x Fem! Reader
Genre: Slow Burn, Fluff, Smut
Warnings: some chapters contain adult themes, like alcohol consumption, sexual themes, explicit description of sexual intercourse and swearing
β‘ Prologue
β‘ Chapter 1
β‘ Chapter 2
β‘ Chapter 3
β‘ Chapter 4
β‘ Chapter 5
β‘ Chapter 6
β‘ Chapter 7
β‘ Chapter 8
β‘ Chapter 9
β‘ Chapter 10
β‘ Chapter 11
β‘ Chapter 12
β‘ Chapter 13
β‘ Chapter 14
β‘ Chapter 15
β‘ Chapter 16
β‘ Chapter 17
β‘ Epilogue
Please note that the number of chapters may vary, as I have only written the outlines of every chapter.
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Summary: Destiny works in mysterious ways, doesn't it? Never in your life, you would have imagined that losing your job and spending your last dollars on an overpriced black coffee, would drive you into your soulmate's arms. But here you are, slowly falling for the charming businessman Jean Kirschtein, while babysitting his daughter.
Dad!Jean Kirschtein x Fem! Reader
Genre: Slow Burn, Fluff, Smut
Warnings: some chapters contain adult themes, like alcohol consumption, sexual themes, explicit description of sexual intercourse and swearing
β‘ Prologue
β‘ Chapter 1
β‘ Chapter 2
β‘ Chapter 3
β‘ Chapter 4
β‘ Chapter 5
β‘ Chapter 6
β‘ Chapter 7
β‘ Chapter 8
β‘ Chapter 9
β‘ Chapter 10
β‘ Chapter 11
β‘ Chapter 12
β‘ Chapter 13
β‘ Chapter 14
β‘ Chapter 15
β‘ Chapter 16
β‘ Chapter 17
β‘ Epilogue
Please note that the number of chapters may vary, as I have only written the outlines of every chapter.
Summary: Destiny works in mysterious ways, doesn't it? Never in your life, you would have imagined that losing your job and spending your last dollars on an overpriced black coffee, would drive you into your soulmate's arms. But here you are, slowly falling for the charming businessman Jean Kirschtein, while babysitting his daughter.
A.N. Let the slow-burn beginnnnn! LETSGOOOO! From now on expect some borderline flirting in every chapter. >:) Also, Barbara for president.
Dad!Jean Kirschtein x Fem! Reader
Warnings: Jean sees your tit
Wordcount: 2.9 k
<- Chapter 1
Chapter 2
"Let me get this straight. You want to work as a Nanny for a rich dude who almost ran you over?"
Sasha Braus, your best friend since Survey High, nursed a homemade Martini while she snuggly lay on her couch. On the other hand, you paced restlessly around in her living room, clinging onto a bag of chips.Β
You had been staying with her for the past few days because your apartment was already empty.
It was Saturday night, and in a past life, you would be out partying, making superficial love to a stranger. Since your new job started the following day, you suggested staying home.Β
"You don't even like children," the brown-haired added while taking an enormous sip of her drink.Β
Slightly offended, you shot back, "Oh, come on, it's not like I am horrible with them!"Β
Sasha chuckled. "Do you remember when I brought my niece to a brunch and you talked to her about politics? She was four!"Β
"Listen, Sash'. I need money. They won't even hire me for the most degrading jobs. So, that is the last resort!" While talking, you hopped onto the sofa, ripping the Martini from your friend's hand.
"I can move into his fancy mansion and my only job is to handle a three-year-old. How hard can that be?" you added proudly, gulping the rest of the alcohol down.Β
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The second, the moving van, had been unloaded with the few belongings you were allowed to bring, you had already questioned your light-hearted talk from the night before.Β
Maybe thisΒ wasΒ harder than it seemed.
In the end, you didn't know anything about this man and his family. When you signed the contract back at the office, you couldn't put a grasp on the situation you brought yourself into.Β
Still, there was no room for regrets.
You already found yourself in the generous foyer of the Kirschtein Mansion. It wasn't nearly as palatial as you expected.
You pictured Jean's taste in interior to be swanky like his behavior, but it turns out that he indeed made some decent choices.
The hall was, like his office, minimalistic decorated. Beautiful paintings adorned the pearl-white walls, providing a nice contrast to the dark wooden floor. Akin to the business tower, the whole building was streaked with enormous window facades.
It slightly reminded you of some bond super-villain hideout, just much cozier.Β
"You must be Miss Y/N," someone interrupted your thoughts. A tiny, lumpy woman with big brown eyes appeared next to you.Β
You didn't hear her approaching, making you wonder if she'd always sneaked around like that.Β
"Yes, I am. Nice to meet you," you replied overly politely. If you wanted to survive around here, you needed an ally.Β
Carefully you scanned the female's appearance and instantly recognized her as the housekeeper, due to the uniform.Β
"I'm Barbara. Mister Kirschtein told me to welcome you while he's gone." Barbara gifted you a loving smile, but you couldn't ignore the hint of pitty it held.Β
Trying to hide your worries, you asked, "He isn't here? Shouldn't Kirschtein be present...for the first time?"Β Nervously you played with the hem of your jacket like some shy school girl.
Even though you didn't have any reference for this job field, you felt it was wrong to throw his daughter into this weird situation without guidance. Maybe you were just irritated that Jean didn't grantΒ youΒ emotional support in the end.Β
"Miss Lilia is used to these...situations," the housekeeper assured you, her smile fading.Β
Lilia.Β
Jean didn't even tell you her name until now.
A three-year-old used to meeting new Nannies? How could that possibly be healthy?
The color dared to drain from your face, but before you could give in to panic, Barbara softly grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the enormous staircase.Β
"She is very excited to meet you, Miss Y/N!" The middle-aged woman mustered up a cheerful expression, but you could tell she was lying.Β
A pathetic sound made its way up to your throat and you were ready to face the worst as you got dragged along the hallway, directly to a peach-colored door.Β
Barbara knocked two times but didn't wait for a response. With her hip, she opened the door and practically threw you into the room.Β
"You have a visitor, Miss Lilia," was all she exclaimed as she quickly hurried back out of the colorful room.
With hectic eyes, you scanned the area around you. It looked like a unicorn vomited on every single inch of it. Every corner was either covered in glittery decoration or a ridiculous number of toys. No child at this young age would be able to comprehend these impressions.
And in the middle of this horrifying rainbow massacre sat a little girl.
She was a carbon copy of her father, with amber eyes and ash-blond locks. To your surprise, she wasn't forced into some fancy dress but wore a cute little linen onesie with a blouse underneath.Β You expected a Gucci dress-up doll, thought all you found was a normal toddler.Β
Lilia was focused on some drawing, not gifting you a single glare. You weren't sure if she chose to ignore you or if she wasΒ thisΒ focused on her art project.Β
"You are Lilia, right?" you finally managed to ask. Immediately you questioned your choice of words. You had to find a friendlier tone.Β
"I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you - erm - sweetie."Β
Kirschtein's daughter didn't look up when she spoke.Β
"I don't like you."
She sounded hilariously dry for a three-year-old and you had to fight every urge to not laugh at the weird situation.Β
"You don't like me? How come?" you asked, swallowing a choked laugh.Β Lilia just dug her nose deeper into her current art project, now clearly ignoring you by choice.
You sighed.Β Of course, this child wouldn't jump right into your arms, but you expected a little warmer welcome.Β
Careful not to step on any dangerously sharp lego block, you walked throw the room and crouched next to the small girl.Β
Peeking over her shoulder, you acknowledged the drawing. There were two stick figures, one supposedly her and someone who resembled Jean.Β The tall man was, like always, on his phone while the cartoon version of Lilia seemed sad.Β
"Your daddy is a busy guy, huh?" Your voice sounded unnaturally high since you tried your best to act sweet. Lilia just shrugged her shoulders and turned her head away.Β
"I know this is a weird situation for you. It is for me too, but I really want to get to know you better."Β
The ugly truth was that you couldn't care less about this girl. You just needed to impress Kirschtein to keep this job.Β
"Liar." Suddenly Lilia's voice didn't sound as thin as before. Two golden orbs stared into your soul and her bottom lip quivered.
"Let my daddy and me be!" she yelled, throwing the pencil at you, hitting your forehead with full force. You didn't know where this sudden change of emotion came from, but you blamed it on the usual toddler anger stage.
"What the f-" you huffed, stopping you from the actual swear word. With a wince, you rubbed the reddish area between your eyebrows.
Lilia quickly jumped up, stomping her chubby legs and started crying. It was tearless and full of fury. Her tiny hands grabbed any toy in her reach and threw it directly at you as she did with the pen.Β
You finally knew why she was used to the change of nannies.Β
This kid was aΒ nightmare.
Shrilly she exclaimed, "We don't need you here!"
"Okay, but can you stop throwing things at me, Lilia?!"Β
You ducked when a My Little Pony figure missed you only for inches. It was clear that children could experience tantrum phases, but you would never have imagined that it wasΒ thisΒ scary.Β
With one huge step, you jumped towards the girl and wrapped your hands around her wrists, stopping Lilia from her next hit. Her high-pitched screams switched into a wail while she tried to wiggle herself free.
"I hate you!" the girl howled.
"Well, god damn, you are not making a good first impression yourself, you brat!"Β
The moment these words left your lungs, shock bolted through your body. You were supposed to be the reasonable adult, not the other way around.Β
Lilia's eyes met you for the first time. Hers hidden behind a veil of tears, yours filled with pure shock.Β
"Lilia...I'm sorry," you breathed as you let go of her.
The whole situation escalated in the blink of an eye, leaving you with the bitter taste of failure once more.
With one final sob, Lilia sprinted out of the room, as you stayed behind between Elmo plushies and Barbies.
The rest of the day wasn't much different. Every tiny movement, everything you said seemed to trigger Lilia, causing another tantrum. No matter how many times you apologized and how much you bribed her with ice cream, she despised you.
Your stomach dropped at the thought of Jean witnessing all of his.Β
By now, you had prepared yourself mentally for sleeping on Sasha's couch again.Β
"How about you relax a little, dear?" Again Barbara seemed to appear out of thin air. You flinched at the sudden sound.
"I don't think I deserve a break. All I did was mess up," you sighed.
Barbara chuckled warmly.
"If this makes you feel any better, the last babysitter left after only an hour. You are doing fine." Her tiny hand found a way on your shoulder to give you a reassuring squeeze.
"It's already late," she continued. "Why don't you take a nice bath and I bring Miss Lilia to bed?"
For the first time since you arrived here, you smiled genuinely.
Barbara radiated such loving energy, which you only knew from a mother.
"Thank you so much," you whispered, placing your hand on hers.
"Your room is the last door on the right, including a lovely bathroom. Take your time, dear."
You nodded and slowly got up, stretching your tensed limbs. Hot water to ease the pain would be nice.
Glancing over your shoulder to give the housekeeper one last thankful gesture and went straight to your room.
To your surprise, everything was already unpacked and neatly put into place. The room itself looked small but held a friendly atmosphere. Someone, supposedly Barbara, had draped a bunch of colorful pillows on the bed. The few plants on the shelves gifted a cozy vibe.
Your new safe haven reminded you of those Pinterest pictures of french apartments.
"At least this is nice," you murmured before heading to the door connecting the bath and the bedroom.
You stripped out of your clothes while the tub filled with deliciously hot water.
"Lavender and Rosemary. Fancy," you thought while checking the label on the soap bottle.
When you finally dipped into the soothing warmth of the tub, you couldn't hold back the storm of emotions that lingered in your heart. You hiccuped as you let the tears flow, giving in to every thought you tried to avoid.
The tiny voice of self-consciousness grew louder, whispering nasty assumptions. Every word stung like a razor blade, tearing you apart.
That was your last hope for a better future, but you already messed it up. The universe granted you one final chance and you threw it out of the window.
Reckless.
Reckless.
Reckless.
In the end, you were good for nothing.
Fleeing from the acidic feeling of disappointment, you let yourself sink deeper into the loving embrace of the water. Maybe acting like this was the body heat of someone you knew would help.
The steam filling the air clouded your vision and you slowly felt yourself falling into a haze. Thoughts raced through your mind like a thunderstorm while your heart rate seemed to drop paradoxically.
With every breath, you lost a little more track of time until the sun fully set.
Suddenly a loud knock, followed by someone calling your name, startled you. You didn't know how long you were drunk on your thoughts, but the lukewarm water temperature indicated it had been a while.
"Coming!" you yelled while clumsily getting out of the tub. In a swift motion, you grabbed a towel, wrapped it around your body and stomped out of the bathroom.
"Y/N?" Jean asked from the other side.
"Yeah! I'm coming!"
With that said, you reached for the door handle. Jean seemed to do the same, opening it a second faster. Your hands grabbed nothing, causing you to lose balance due to the lack of the expected resistance.
In a fruitless attempt, you tried to shift your weight backward, but you were still too hazy from your bath to react on time.
So the unbearable happened.
Your lips formed a silent "o" as you tumbled straight into your boss's arms.
Curses and a yelp filled the nightly air while Jean automatically wrapped his slender arms around you to catch the fall.
In an instant, his musky cologne flooded your nostrils. The pleasant smell of pine and sandalwood caused your world to spin. Had he smelled this amazing when you first met?
Jean held you gently but firmly against his chest, forcing your heart to race even more than it already did. There was something about the way his muscular arms tightened around your waist, how his whole body tensed.
It didn't feel foreign at all like you had known each other forever.
No, these thoughts were wrong, forbidden. Even if these only darted through your mind for a sheepish second.
Still, you gasped as your e/c orbs met his honey eyes. They were widened in shock and sparkled with something else you couldn't estimate. Even in the weak light that shone on the male's features, you could see a slight blush dancing on his prominent cheeks.
A breathless chuckle emitted from between your lips.
Something so insignificant.
Just a tiny laugh.
But this sound, this angelic sound, stirred something in Jean Kirschtein.
Something he hasn't felt in years.
If you only knew what a sight you were right now. Hair damp and wild, cheeks tinted in a marvelous pink, eyes burning with something Jean wouldn't understand.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye, still, the ash-blonde couldn't ignore the beauty that radiated from you in this peculiar moment.
These thoughts, however, were put quickly aside. You were Jean's employee. It would be stupid, reckless even, to admire you for anything but your performance.
"I-I'mβ¦uhmβ¦your towel," Jean stuttered. He forced his gaze away from you, the blush spreading further and further.
You narrowed your eyes, confused about what he meant. But as you looked down, you understood with horror flooding your veins.
The towel you carelessly wrapped around you had slightly slipped, revealing one breast.
"Oh my god!" You pulled the fabric up and instantly fleed from your boss' embrace. Now the magical pink tint turned into a scarlet color, painting every inch of your face and ears.
"Mister Kirschtein, I am incredibly sorry! That is, oh god, that isβ¦"
"No, please, I shouldn't have opened the door," Jean interrupted you hectically, sounding equally awkward. As he spoke, his eyes involuntarily wandered to your covered-up cleavage.
"I didn't know you were talking a bath, Y/N. Believe me, I am not always this unprofessional." Kirschtein's voice sounded higher than usual. During that short time, you had known him, you never witnessed this charming man to be out of character.
"It's fine, just a misunderstanding," you began. When Jean didn't respond because he seemed too occupied to find something else to stare at, you asked, "Can I help you with something?"
"I just wanted to ask how the first day went, butβ¦Iβ¦" The ash-blonde cleared his throat in a desperate attempt to focus.
"Can you please get dressed?"
You nodded, hopping into your room and grabbing the first T-Shirt and pants you could find. That resulted in a weird color combination and you hoped that Jean would still be uneasy enough to look at you.
"Soβ¦The first day wasβ¦A thing." You played with the thought of lying, but the truth would come out eventually. There was no point in making up stories.
Mister Kirschtein laughed, still focusing on everything but you.
"Barbara told me you stood your ground. The fact that you are still here is impressive," he admitted. There it was again, this cheeky grin he had lost just moments ago.
"Wait? You knew that this would happen?" you snapped. The romantic feelings daring to develop disappeared immediately.
"And you didn't feel like telling me this beforehand, Mister?!"
"Would you have agreed to do this if I had told you that my daughter is difficult when it comes to strangers?"
You huffed as you crossed your arms in front of your chest.
"Are you serious? A hint would have been nice so I could appear in full armor!" you returned sharply. "Do you know how bad these My Little Pony fuckers hurt when they get thrown at your head?"
Jean seemed more than amused by your anger. Not a sign of resentment in sight.
"I think Applejack hurts the most. I hate her pointy hat," he answered nonchalantly, finally regaining his old behavior.
The familiar anger you held for this man boiled in your stomach and you couldn't help but form a grimace.
"You are unbelievable!"
It concerned you that you almost developed a crush on this arrogant motherfucker. You really must have been out of your mind.
Like always, Jean Kirschtein ignored your furious attitude and played it off cooly.
"Good night, Y/N. See you tomorrow, hopefully with clothes." He gifted you a breathtaking wink, turned on his heels and left downstairs.
You, on the other hand, weren't able to move. Standing in the doorframe, like a deer struck by headlights. Jean had this effect on you more often than you cared to admit.
Chapter 3 ->
Coming up: A few weeks have passed since you arrived at your new home. Jean is barely home, but when he is, some tension seems to linger between the two of you.
Your relationship with Lilia is still rocky, but some special bonding time seems to change that for the better.
βTOUCH ME THERE. RIGHT THERE.β WITH JEAN?? AYO
WAHHH THANK U SUMMER FOR THE REQUEST. THIS MAN WILL FOREVER BE ON MY MIND I HOPE YOU ENJOY π
NSFW MDNI
Because he loves you so much Jean never ignored your pleads. The pleads that were begging him to make you feel good. Pulling moan after moan from your parted lips his hands caressed every inch of your skin. Lips pressing soft kisses and bites on your neck as he slowly thrusted inside. "That's my girl so needy for my cock."
Acomodating to his size, you let out a breathy moan eyes squeezing shut as his weight pushed you further into the mattress. Jean's movements were languid, letting the pleasure course through your veins. He showered you with praise telling you how well you were doing for him. "Mmm tell me baby, where you do want me to touch you?" Lifting his arm from your hip you guided his hand onto your breast, closing his forefinger and thumb around your nipple. "Here," you moaned.
His gentle squeeze sent shockwaves of pleasure making you raise your hips up. "Are you sure that's the only place sweetheart?" Jean's lips ghosted the shell of your ear, eliciting low groans as he posed the question. You both knew the one place you needed him to touch the most. The pads of his fingers traced down from your breast travelling down to your stomach stopping on your aching clit. "Touch me there, right there," you begged. "Mmm figured," he uttered as his finger skillfully flicked your clit.
Your eyes turned glossy indicating how painfully close you were to your climax. Jean's self control began to slip away. The way your warmth engulfed him made him lose himself. No longer slow and calculated, his thrusts grow faster kissing that sweet spot that made your back arch and his eyes roll back. "Baby, ah 'm gonna cum inside, wanna make you feel good," he rasps. "Fuck Jean, 'm cumming!" Jean's hips stutter to the very second you wrap your legs tight around him. You dig your nails deeper into his skin, dragging them from his shoulders to his back. Your pretty moans accompanied by his lust filled seethes echo in the room as his warm cum fills you.
The afterglow of your orgasm has you both seeing stars. The mixture of your cum dripping down your thighs, leaving you breathless. His body now slumped against yours, jean admires the countless love bites upon your supple skin. "Y/n I love you so much," Jean murmured. "Mmm Jean I love you too," your sweet and breathless laughter ringing in his ears. Jean layed on your chest, listening closely to your heartbeat while you ran your fingers through his hair. "I don't think I'll be able to walk," you confessed catching his attention. "Oh? I'll take good care of you baby," he promised making a mental note to run a bath later.