"Zuko?" You call into the quietness of a late night. "Zuko? ZuZu?" There’s a brief pause. "Sifu Hotman?"
"Don't you dare call me that." Zuko's sleep-rough voice graces your ears, causing you to laugh as you move towards his side of the bed. His arms wrap around you the moment he feels you, your head resting upon his chest. "What is it, my love?"
"I'm hungry," you whisper conspiratorially, tracing shapes against his firm abdomen. "I think it's the baby and she wants firecracker buns."
Zuko huffs, amused. "The baby, huh?" He sounds more awake, a hand stroking soothing patterns up and down your back. "That's strange because I thought babies couldn't eat firecracker buns."
"They can," you say, nodding. "And they can also eat a big slice of the very delicious cake chef Rin baked today for dessert." You sound hopeful and Zuko tilts his head down to look at you, you're already staring at him. You're heartbreakingly adorable; your pretty eyes wide and soft lips pursed into a pout.
Cuteness aggression strikes him hard, robs him of his breath and renders him weak. He was going to get you what you wanted, regardless, but this only kicks him into high gear. Giving into a selfish desire, Zuko leans in to kiss you sweetly, heart swelling at how you melt into him with a happy sound.
After a moment, he's pulling back reluctantly so he can slide out of bed and tug on his robe. You're smiling when he comes in to kiss you once more, murmuring, "I'll be back in a few minutes. Don't miss me too."
"I already am," you murmur back, your smile softening and Zuko feels like he's the luckiest man to ever exist.
Why Zayne would be the most likely to get you pregnant by accident: A thesis by Soul
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡⋆Yes I’m taking this dead serious and you should too… I’m kidding I just think this is funny I wasn’t expecting this much of a reaction to the initial post so now here we are… enjoy my thoughts :)
He's very in tune with your body, including your cycle.
Maybe too in tune with it. He knows your cycle like the back of his hand, knows it like all the cardiology textbooks he memorized in grad school. Hell, he can tell where you are in your cycle simply by the way you smell, by the way you taste... you get my point.
Zayne knowing you this well is touching, honestly. But it's also his biggest kryptonite because god dammit he just can't resist you. Especially when he knows you're ovulating.
2. He prefers taking preventative measures rather than you taking preventative measures.
Zayne knows how harmful birth control can be to your body. The pill has a side effect pamphlet that could double as a queen size blanket. An IUD is a painful insertion process even if you get pain meds. They mess with your hormones, with your cycle, can cause more issues than benefits in his opinion. It's just not worth it.
While he is more than willing to get a vasectomy for you - something that is reversible for when the time comes that you do actually plan to try for children - you keep telling him that condoms are more than effective and it's not worth the recovery process at this point... ;)
3. Zayne is very easily persuaded by you in the heat of the moment.
If you didn't catch my drift from above... you are very convincing when asking Zayne to take the condom off and fuck you raw.
He won't do it before sex, no he won't do it before or during foreplay either. But let him slip inside, let him feel how soft and warm you are... or at least let him try because that oh-so-thin layer of latex his holding him back from so much... and then try asking... he'll slip it off in a heartbeat. Consequences be damned... he'll pull out... or at least try.
4. Zayne's diet and life style provide him with pretty healthy swimmers... even with his sweets intake.
Zayne eats good, works out, tries his hardest to get enough sleep. All because of you, all for you. He now treats his body with care, even though he can't resist those damn macaroons, his healthy habits tend to balance out his unstoppable sweet tooth. Making the overall quality of his sperm good, strong, and... well... eager.
5. Zayne has an incredibly high sex drive.
Listen... he's pretty insatiable. The more frequently you do it... the higher the risk... and I mean the second you convince him to take the condom off he is not slipping a new one on for the next round... rounds.
In conclusion, Zayne is the most careful among all the love interests. He is so precise with everything he does that it’s almost… bound to happen? Listen, fate has never been outwardly kind to this man so the irony would just be comical at this point. Not that he’d be upset!
Zayne would love to be a dad, so if it happened a little ahead of schedule? He’d welcome them with open arms.
CONTENT WARNINGS ⋮ smut! mdni!!! 18+!!! piv. unprotected sex. creampie. petnames. reader calls jay ‘daddy’. jay calls reader ‘bunny’, ‘good girl’. porn.. what plot? college!au, but not very relevant whoops dom!jay (can’t tell if he’s mean or not… lol) slightly inexperienced reader and jay who never stops validating her lol
AN ⋮ hi i’m having exams and i’m sick rn but i’m so horny for jay so it’s whatever fr
PLAYING ♫ ⋮ grown woman — pnd
they say the first time you have sex, it’ll hurt like the seventh ring of hell before it even begins to feel good—but with jay, somehow, your nerves translated all the pain to pure ecstasy.
you suppose, in a sense, it never hurt. at least, not in a way that was never worth it.
“you’re sure, baby?” jay’s asking for the nth time tonight, though he does nothing to stop you when you spread your thighs wide, crossing one over to the other side to straddle his hips—just nice. “go slow, hm? let me guide you, sweetheart. don’t want you cryin’ all night.”
your hands claw at his bare chest. a thin veil of sweat coats him, wearing down the smell of his stupidly expensive cologne, his bare scent filling your nose as you run your lips against the skin of his neck.
the room is lit by a singular candle on your desk, vanilla and cocoa wafting through the comfortable space of your bedroom. the night started off uneventful: jay, coming over to drop off food, and you, studying with your back bent over the table as he welcomed himself in.
his clothes were thrown into a dusty corner about ten minutes in. who knew how needy you could get from just a few days apart?
“oh my god, jay—“ you gasp, hips lowering at his discretion, those big palms of his letting you sink down on his length as slow as you can manage. he’s watching your every move, every twitch in your face, every tear that rolls down your cheek as you struggle to take him fully.
“breathe, baby. slow breaths.” jay mumbles, the muscles in his arms flexing and pulling, doing his best not to let you bottom out just yet. he knows your body best—knows you’ll end up a screaming, crying mess by the end of this if he lets that happen—and what kind of caring, considerate boyfriend would he be if he left you more stressed than when he arrived?
there’s tears prickling at your waterline, and you’re not even halfway down.
he’s so damn thick, heavy, stretching you wide and siphoning all the air out of your lungs. you feel him so deep that your throat clogs up, and all you manage to do is lock your eyes on his, forcefully deepening your breaths as he holds you close to his body—your foreheads press against each other’s, and for a moment, the pain almost dissolves fully.
“look at you. such a good girl.“ jay beams, wide, feeling you clamp down on him at the praise falling firom his tongue; he knows better than this, than to let you go and allow himself to feel you fully. not now, when you’re sniffling and trying so hard not to cry. “doing so well, baby. feels so perfect for daddy.”
he’s trying so hard to be good for you, too. holding back from lifting you up with his big, beefy arms, all to fuck up into you relentlessly—you’d thrash, cry, scream, beg him to slow down but never do anything to push him away.
“jaayy…” you drawl, leaning in to press a sloppy kiss to his bitten lips. he melts into it, head tilting to meet yours in something closer, the soft grunts he lets out being sent straight to your core. “wanna take all of you, please.”
impatient. you’re barely letting him in as it is.
how you two ended up here, tangled in bed sheets, seems a bit blurry: it was something about stress relief… going slow, making you feel good because he couldn’t stand seeing the look of anxiety physically manifesting on your face. those dumb little tests that drive you crazy, making his princess all nervous and jittery—gosh. it made his heart sink.
he takes such good care of you, doesn’t he?
“uh-uh. you know the rules, bunny.”
he just couldn’t help himself when your ten minute cuddles turned into stripping, and stripping turned into spooning naked, and spooning naked turned into fucking you in missionary—fingers interlaced, slow, wet kisses pressed against your temple, your pretty lips whispering his name like a prayer; never begging him to go harder, just for him to stay longer.
but then missionary wasn’t enough—you wanted to let yourself loose, unload all of the stress that’s been knotting your muscles, unbind all the strings of tension that’s been winding you tight these past few weeks.
and of course, park jongseong, being the gentleman he is, volunteers to be the one that undoes all of it for you.
“you’re so fucking mean,” you curse, “daddy—fuck, please—need more.”
jay lets you sink further, weight fully dropping onto his lap, your knees bending just behind his back—your shins lay flat against the sheets, and it’s like you were sent by angels with the way your boyfriend is seeing those pearly gates.
“really need scrub that mouth of yours clean, don’t i, baby?”
his big arms brush against your ribs as he begins to guide you back and forth, slow, hips rocking against his as he rearranges your guts all sweet and polite. jay’s pressing wet, hot kisses against your jaw, tongue laying flat against your flushed skin as he savours the taste of you.
“you’re lucky you’re so cute today,” jay whispers against your pulse, the tip of his nose running along the line of your neck. you shudder when he sticks tongue out again, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine until his tongue drags, down, down, down… all the way to a patch of skin under your ear, repeating your name like it’s the only thing grounding him to this reality. “could just stop right here. make you grind on that pillow while i watch, hm?”
he’s acting like he doesn’t know what he’s doing to you. it’s infuriating.
“n-no, nonono—i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it—“
you feel his lips curl into a familiar smirk.
“it’s okay, bunny. i’ll always forgive you.”
you grind harder, hips meeting his a little more forcefully. the pain has dissolved, radiating somewhere else, now fully replaced by him.
“my perfect fucking girl, my y/n,” his voice comes out low, needy, laced with something that has your stomach tumbling around inside of you. it sends a shock down your body, starting from where his teeth graze your neck, to the hickeys on your collarbone, ending at the handprints burned into your ass—his words drip like honey as you rock your body. “love you so much.”
“daddyyy…” you gasp when he squeezes your cheeks, palming at the flesh, greedy, pussy-drunk smile plastered on his lips at the way you can barely conjure your sentences.
“what’s wrong, sweetheart? too much for you?”
you’re moaning his name softly, rambling on about how he’s too big, though he pays no mind to the empty complaints—you take him in anyway, fully, deep, your cute lips trembling as he kisses the pain away.
“n-nooo… fuck—not.. not too…”
your head drops onto jay’s shoulder, feeling every inch of him burying itself inside of you in a new angle, pulsing and twitching as it begs for more friction—your cunt acts needy all the same, clenching down on your lover’s achingly hard length as he guides you forward and back, forward and back, a little rougher than before.
“can’t even speak—so cute.” jay groans, your slick walls beginning to contract around his swollen cock—he feels heat prickling at his neck, bubbling in his abdomen, making his head spin. he’s purring against your warm neck, tip grazing against that soft bundle of nerves hidden deep inside of your heat. jay watches you twitch with every hit, every nasty squelch that has you blushing furiously.
“you got it, baby. nice and slow.” your lover pulls away from your neck, just enough to have your face right in front of his. you’re shaking, pupils blown as you watch jay’s attention flicks up and down, from the sticky, creamy mess at the base of his dick to the glassy reflection in your eyes.
“daddy,” you sigh, only because you can’t think of any other word that might come out remotely comprehensible—your lover is the only thing you can blurt out right now, the only face you can even remember, the only thing that matters in pursuit of a high that seems dangerously close. “i-is this good? am i doing good?”
you lean forward, just slightly, your chest pressed up against his as you try to adjust.
“o-oh my goddd…” he groans, hands now propped against his sides, now fallen and slipped away from your body. “yeah, baby—doing so fucking good for me.”
jay’s going fucking crazy just watching you fight the tears, biting down on your already swollen lips (his fault) in a futile attempt to look like you’ve got it held together—so fucking adorable when you act all brave for him, even when you know it’s too much. “y-yes, fuck, like that, just like that—“
you must be doing something right if you have park jongseong stuttering and tripping over his words—but the cherry on top is when he throws his head back, throat bare, with his eyes screwed shut, your name and the way your cunt’s squeezing him dry being the only thing his brain can compute.
your knees dig into the mattress, hands gripping his shoulders as a means of shaky support. jay’s muscles flex under the dim light, every dip and rise and pull highlighted beautifully as he tries not to lay back and let you use him like some toy—though, the idea doesn’t seem all too bad now.
“fuuck… daddy, g’na cum,” you gasp, head drooping to watch the way he slides in and out of you with practiced ease. it’s disgustingly wet and sticky, his thighs painted in a shiny layer of your cum from previous rounds.
“i know, baby,” jay smiles lazily, “can feel it.”
he’s losing his mind as your walls tighten around him, the sound of your arousal squelching around his base.
your thighs ache as you bounce. up and down, like his good little bunny—eyes almost crossing from how impossibly good this feels, muscles starting to cramp up, and for a minute you’re thinking how pathetic this is: he’s just sitting there, watching you chase your release with a smug fucking grin on his face.
his sensitive tip’s bruising your insides, making itself remembered against your perfect walls, shaft bumping against your clit with every rock of your gorgeous hips.
you’re both out of words, lungs trying to keep up with the impending crash that’s about to hit you two, but all you can think about is how good park jongseong looks like this: completely at your mercy, chasing his own breath, and his tan skin that’s damp with sweat… hair’s sticking to his forehead, glued to his temples, pupils blown like he’s having the high of his life.
you lean forward, breathing hard against the exposed skin of his neck, and jay thinks something’s just snapped inside of him—his palms stay planted onto the sheets as he tries not to fall backwards, too consumed by how good you feel when you’re fucking him this perfectly.
“fuuuuck… baby, ‘m so close,” jay moans, nose tipped to the ceiling as you leave little hickeys all over him. right on top of his jugular, on his adam’s apple, on the sharp turn of his jaw where you know he’s most sensitive. “riding me so good—gonna cum, y/n—“
you’re whimpering as he swells up inside of you, feeling him getting bigger by the second—you’re getting dizzy just from the way jay’s saying your name, like water flowing from his tongue, natural, instinctual if anything.
his head falls forward, meeting your sweet gaze, jaw slack as he can barely find the words for just how heavenly this feels. he wonders if he’ll ever be able to go a day without having you ride him now—on his desk chair, while he works, or in the mornings when he feels lazier than you—god, the possibilities felt just endless.
“j-jay, i’m gonna cum,” you mumble, and the twitch in his lips barely goes unnoticed. “please, can i cum?”
“s-such a good girl, asking me for permission,” he drags, grinning now, tilting his head as if fascinated by your request. “gimme a kiss before you even think about it, hm?”
it’s almost pathetic how fast you chase his lips: it’s sloppy, teeth clashing, tongues desperately swirling around each other’s as moans get swallowed and saliva drips down your chins.
“c-cumming, daddy, i’m gonna—“
stars didn’t do it justice. you’re beginning to see constellations.
you feel every knot inside of you stretching, before it’s all snapped, your orgasm coming in blinding waves as you twitch violently on top of your boyfriend—which, conveniently, does it for him too.
“f-fucking cumming—shit, baby—“
you clamp down on him, violent, soaking him with sweet arousal that pains him not to drink up. his thighs tense, flexing before he feels his cock twitch, filling you up to the brim in hot, thick spurts of cum that paint your walls a pretty white. your arms loop around his neck, chests pressed up against one another while you try your best to ride out the intense wave. you feel jay’s cock pulsing, emptying his balls ‘till you swear it’s starting to drip down your thighs already.
you don’t know how long you stay that way.
perhaps it’s been ten minutes, or ten seconds, before jay’s hands are on you again. your mind is turned to slush, seeping out of your ear, but you can recall it faintly—how wordless it is—how jay falls back, his head resting on your chiikawa pillow as your nails dig into his chest once more, hips still pinned to his sides; it’s all hazy, but when you feel the tension in your belly starting to wind up… it barely even matters.
“really just a fucking bunny, aren’t you?”
my debut into the daddy world! hey #freakierbytheday.
⟡ the premise ✮⋆˙ waking up to an empty bed at 2 AM, you find your perfectionist husband pushing himself to the point of exhaustion in his study. what starts as a gentle attempt to pull him away from his monitors quickly melts into a night of desperate affection, soft intimacy, and heartwarming pillow talk.
⟡ contains: married au, established relationship, overworked/stressed jay, soft skinship, heavy tension, intimate make-out, domestic fluff, comfort, sweet pillow talk
wc 𖹭 1.3k . . . oneshot
The clock read 2:00 AM. You shifted in your sleep, but something felt distinctly empty. The heavy, familiar weight of the arm that usually wrapped around you was gone. The space beside you was cold. Blinking your eyes open, you found the bed empty—no Jay.
Pushing the covers aside, you slipped out of bed, grabbing your silk robe before stepping out into the quiet hallway.
The door to his study was slightly ajar, spilling a faint, blue glow onto the floor. You stepped closer, peering inside. Jay was hunched in front of his monitors. His black dress shirt was a mess, the top three buttons undone in a desperate bid for comfort. His jaw was clenched tight, fighting off exhaustion, and behind the thick frames of his reading glasses, his eyes were dangerously bloodshot. A thin sheen of sweat glistened at his temples and down the long column of his neck—the air conditioning seemingly failing to combat the stifling heat of his overworking mind.
You stepped into the room without a sound. He was so intensely focused that he didn't even notice your presence until you gently tapped the edge of his mahogany desk.
He snapped his head up, blinking through the haze of fatigue. "Hm? Did I wake you?"
You didn't answer. Instead, you reached out. Your fingers tenderly brushed back the dark strands of hair that had fallen into his eyes, before your thumb trailed down to wipe the dampness from his temple and the curve of his neck. His skin was running hot, the muscles beneath your fingertips pulled taut with stress.
"That's enough, Jay," you murmured, your voice a soft, grounding whisper in the quiet room. "Your eyes are begging for a break."
At your touch, whatever remaining focus he had shattered completely. Jay let out a long, heavy exhale, the sound tearing from deep within his chest. He immediately leaned forward, wrapping both of his strong arms tightly around your waist. He buried his face into the soft fabric of your robe against your stomach, inhaling deeply. He breathed you in—a warm, intoxicating blend of sweet vanilla and the faint, comforting scent of chamomile—drawing it into his lungs like it was the only oxygen left in the room.
"I don't know... I just wanted to get it all done," he mumbled, his voice muffled and raw against your skin.
Running your fingers soothingly through the hair at the nape of his neck, you held him close. "The world isn't going to end if you step away for a few hours, honey," you whispered gently, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. "You've worked hard enough. Let it go for tonight. Right now, I just need my husband back in bed."
Slowly, Jay lifted his head. The hands resting on your waist tightened their grip, effortlessly pulling you down until you were straddling his lap sideways. All the distance between you vanished in an instant. He reached up, his large, warm hands gently cupping your face. His thumbs began a slow, mesmerizing sweep across your cheekbones. The sheer exhaustion in his eyes melted away, replaced entirely by something unbearably deep—a raw, aching devotion.
"I'm sorry," he breathed, his voice a gravelly rasp. His gaze dropped to your lips for an agonizing second before flicking back up to your eyes. "Sorry for waking you, and making you come find me."
You shook your head slightly, winding your arms around his neck to draw him even closer. "I can't sleep when you're not there anyway."
Those words were all it took. The switch flipped. Jay stared at you with a longing so intense it felt palpable, the tension thick and heavy in the air between you. "I love you," he whispered, his breath ghosting over your skin. "So much it aches."
He didn't waste another second before his lips captured yours. The kiss wasn't rushed, but it was incredibly demanding—a desperate, consuming claim. It was as if he was pouring every ounce of his exhaustion into you, melting it all down and trading it for the pure, intoxicating comfort of your presence.
His lips left yours with a soft, reluctant parting, only to trail a blazing path across your jawline. He pressed a tender, lingering kiss to your cheek before descending to the sensitive skin of your neck. With a gentle brush of his fingers, he swept the cascade of your hair over your shoulder, entirely baring the curve of your neck to him. He pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along your pulse point, tracing the delicate expanse inch by inch, worshiping the skin as if it were a canvas made solely for his lips.
His large hand slid up and down your spine in slow, deliberate strokes. It was meant to be a grounding, comforting motion, yet the friction sent a rush of heat straight to your core. The air in the quiet study suddenly felt dangerously thick, the temperature rising with every shared breath.
"Jay..." you breathed out, your voice barely a whisper.
He froze. His lips hovered just a fraction of an inch from your skin, his hot breath fanning over your neck, before he slowly pulled back. His dark, hooded eyes met yours. "Hm?" he hummed, the sound deep and rumbling in his chest.
Once again, your fingers reached up to trace his temple. Your hand trailed down his cheek, your thumb coming to rest gently against his lower lip—the very lips that had just sent a million butterflies fluttering through your stomach. You stared at his mouth for a heartbeat, feeling the soft hitch of his breath against your thumb, before lifting your gaze back to his burning eyes.
"Did you not miss me?"
A low chuckle vibrated deep in Jay's chest before his dark eyes locked onto yours once again. "Do you really want to know?"
You responded with a slow, soft nod.
Jay's gaze flicked briefly to the surface of his desk. Without a second thought, he swept a stack of files and documents to the edge with one swift motion. The very next second, his movements were incredibly fluid and smooth, yet still heavily laced with a profound gentleness. His large hands gripped your waist, lifting you effortlessly to set you down on the edge of his desk.
"I think that's a ridiculous question when you already know the answer perfectly well, Mrs. Park," he whispered hoarsely. Jay stepped forward, positioning himself right between your parted thighs, entirely erasing whatever distance was left between you before he leaned down and captured your lips once more.
This kiss was no longer as soft as before. It was far more intense, deeply demanding, as if he wanted to devour every last ounce of your sanity. In the midst of that intoxicating, breathless kiss, Jay's fingers trailed along your shoulders, slowly slipping the silk robe off your skin and letting it pool around your elbows. The action fully exposed your frame, clad now only in a delicate satin nightgown.
But his movements didn't stop there. Instead of using his palms, Jay used the back of his hand to touch you. His knuckles traced the bare skin of your shoulder, gliding agonizingly slow past your collarbone, trailing down your torso, until they came to rest at the dip of your waist with a sweep that was entirely too gentle. The unexpected touch of the back of his hand—slightly cool and textured by the faint calluses on his fingers—sent a jolt of electricity straight through your nerves. It was a tantalizing sensation that seemed to set your skin on fire, making your breath hitch and leaving your entire body covered in goosebumps right under his complete control.
His breath hitched, and he slowly pulled back from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. He was panting softly, his chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm with yours. The teasing touch of his knuckles faded as he finally turned his hands over, letting his large, warm palms rest fully and securely against your waist.
Instead of pulling you roughly, he stepped even closer, wrapping his arms around your lower back and burying his face gently in the crook of your neck. He let out a long, contented sigh, the sound melting into your skin. It was as if all the weight of the world had just been lifted off his shoulders, and he had finally found his home.
"You have no idea how beautiful you are," he murmured against your skin, his voice incredibly soft, stripped of any stress or fatigue. He pressed a tender, lingering kiss just below your ear, sending a warm shiver down your spine.
One of his hands slowly slid up your back, his fingers tangling carefully in your hair to support the back of your head. He tilted your face up, his dark eyes looking at you not with burning aggression, but with an overwhelming, tender devotion that made your heart swell. Very carefully, he used his other hand to slip the fallen silk robe entirely off your arms, letting it pool around your waist, before his thumb gently caressed the delicate strap of your satin nightgown.
"I am so incredibly lucky to have you," he whispered, his thumb sweeping across your flushed cheek with so much care, as if you were the most precious thing in his life.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a sweet, agonizingly slow kiss that made you melt completely into his embrace. When he pulled back just a fraction of an inch, a soft, breathtakingly loving smile formed on his lips. He brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his voice dropping to a warm, breathy whisper.
"Forget the work, forget the deadlines," he murmured softly, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go. "Let me take care of you. Because I promise you, my love... I am going to make sure you are in heaven tonight."
The moonlight spilled through the gap in the curtains, casting a soft, silvery glow across the tangled sheets of your bed. The quiet hum of the early morning had returned, replacing the heavy, intoxicating tension from hours ago with a deep, comfortable serenity.
You lay resting against his bare chest, your ear pressed directly over his heart, listening to its steady, calming rhythm. Jay’s arms were wrapped securely around you, holding you close as if he was afraid you might slip away into the night. His skin was incredibly warm, his breathing slow and even.
One of his hands rested on your bare shoulder, his fingers lazily tracing invisible, soothing patterns across your skin, while his chin rested gently on the top of your head.
"Are you still awake?" he mumbled, his voice a thick, sleepy rumble that vibrated against your cheek.
You hummed softly, shifting closer and tilting your head up just enough to look at his face. "Mhm. Just... comfortable."
A small, tired, but incredibly fond smile graced his lips. He shifted slightly, pulling the heavy duvet up to cover your shoulders to make sure you were warm. He tilted his head down, pressing a long, tender kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger there for a moment.
"Thank you," he whispered into your hair, his voice barely above a breath in the quiet room.
"For what?" you asked, your fingertip lightly tracing the outline of his collarbone.
"For coming to get me tonight. For pulling me away from that desk." He caught your wandering hand, bringing your fingers to his lips to press a soft, lingering kiss against your knuckles. His dark eyes, now heavy with sleep but full of absolute adoration, met yours. "Sometimes I get so caught up in trying to be perfect, trying to build the best life for us... I forget that my perfect life is already right here, in my arms."
Your heart fluttered wildly at his words, a warm feeling blooming in your chest. You snuggled even closer, throwing one leg over his to tangle your limbs completely. "The work will always be there tomorrow, Jay. But you need to rest."
"I know," he sighed softly, a contented sound leaving his lips as his eyes fluttered shut. He rubbed his cheek affectionately against your hair. "I know. And I promise, when we wake up... no work. Just you and me. I'll make us breakfast. Pancakes?"
"Pancakes sound perfect," you smiled against his skin, your own eyelids growing heavy under his comforting touch.
"Good," he murmured, his voice fading softly into the edge of sleep. His grip around your waist tightened just a fraction—a subconscious, possessive need to keep you anchored to him. "I love you so much, sweet dreams."
"so let go, it's your show, all i wanna do is co-star (oh, all I wanna do is lay right next to the star) i'm in the right place at the right time (i just wanna be everywhere you are)"
co-star - day26
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ་༘࿐ mdni : jay x reader, filming, fingering, bla bla bla,
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"you look so beautiful like this, baby."
jay adjusts his camera, angling it just the right way, a way that catches you in all your sex-hazed glory.
you lay on the bed, wearing a stunning red set, one of his favorites, one that compliments your complexion perfectly.
"stop, you're making me shy," you mutter, a nervous giggle coming out of you.
"but the camera loves you," he grins.
"does it? how about my man, hm? does he love me?" you question teasingly, your freshly pedicured foot reaching out to rub his bulge.
he lets out a hiss. "of course, i do."
his free hand trails down your lace wrapped figure, hand stopping at your thighs to part them. he angles the camera right between your legs, lens catching the small damp spot forming. his fingers carefully hook at the seat of your panties, pulling them to the side. your essence glimmers, even on camera.
"my god," he exclaims. "you're a star, my love."
feeling shy under the pressure of the camera, you begin to close your legs, but jay doesn't allow that. "don't hide from me, y/n." he scolds, a light slap being placed on your thigh.
jays fingers then graze your needy clit, making sure to get your reactions on film.
"j-jay ... don't tease me.." you whine, a pout forming on your lips.
"i'm just taking my time, love. i promise i'll make love to you soon, just making sure I have enough footage."
he finally allows a finger to slip inside of you, then two, both pumping in and out of you a steady pace. he knows your body better than his own, so it never takes much for him to make you cum.
your hands fly up to your flimsy top, breasts already threatening to spill out. you pinch and fidget with your nipples, head falling back into the pillow.
"yes, yes jay– just like that, baby." you moan, voice shaky. jay lets out quiet grunts in response, ones that you'll only catch later when you see the footage for yourself.
"'m gonna cum if you keep doing that, jay please." you plead, not even sure exactly what you're begging for at this point.
"look at the camera while you cum, baby." jay instructs, fingers continously ramming into your g-spot.
you use the little bit of sense that you have left to raise your head back up, eyes looking directly into the lens. "o-oh shit– i'm cumming."
your mouth forms into an 'O' shape, as your hips jerk to meet his fingers and your vision blurs. jay's fingers continue moving until your shaky hands are pushing him away.
his hands move to shut the camera off so he can be inside you, but your hand stops him.
"wait, keep the camera on."
his brows furrow, a curious smile forming on his lips. "i thought you were too shy, baby?"
"i've changed. now i want to make a whole movie." you say, matter of factly. jay feels his dick twitch at the thought.
"we'll I'll be your co-star then."
a/n: im really just spitting shit out who wrote this
💬 ── in which you want them but they want her? | ⚠︎ ── just oblivious boys being oblivious, sunghoon is kind of arrogant, slow burn, angst, are we gonna have a happy ending? l
pairing ── hyung line (individually) x afab reader
nene’s note ── i know i have a thousand wips right now but you guys know i will spontaneously combust and explode if i have an idea and i don’t execute it immediately!
Wearing an aphrodisiac perfume for your husband, Xavier.
You spritzed a bit of the scent onto your neck, a little hesitant to do any more than that. You’ve seen videos about this perfume online before but it has always been difficult to discern if it’s genuine or just a marketing tactic.
When your husband brushed past you in the living room while you were folding laundry, you immediately appointed the perfume as a scam.
“Do you smell that, dear?”
You look over to Xavier who’s sniffing the air, his nose twitching like a bunny catching the scent of fresh produce.
“No…?” You shake your head.
Xavier comes back closer to you, sniffing around your form.
“It’s you,” he says. Within his vibrant blue eyes it was fairly easy to catch the way his pupils dilate.
You take back your words in a flash. The perfume wasn’t a scam at all. You sigh in relief that your money wasn’t wasted.
“Do I smell bad?” You feign ignorance. Xavier was making it easy until his large hands stilled you by the waist and tugged you close. He nudged his face closer to the crook of your neck and almost groaned.
“Not at all,” he murmurs. “What is this? You smell… irresistible.”
Xavier couldn’t let you go at all. Not even to finish folding all the laundry.
He had you pressed up against the couch, whispering little compliments and asking you to shed off more and more clothing.
Soon enough, he had your legs wrapped around his body sitting above his hips. He slowly guided himself in and out. All the while, he keeps his nose along your body. In your neck, down your chest, at your navel.
You could barely feel the small sensations with the way he’s slamming his cock into you. It’s a very irregular pattern as he’s more focused on the smell and taste of you.
You couldn’t help but laugh a bit when you felt Xavier trace his tongue along your collarbone.
“Sorry, you’re just…” Xavier breathes in. He can’t even finish his sentence, it’s as if he’s dizzy on just you. He quickens suddenly, the soft plaps of skin against skin reaching your ears along with the heavy breaths coming from Xavier.
When he gives one final thrust, he folds his body over you. But his nose keeps trailing over your jaw and down your neck with a few kisses.
“I know it’s an aphrodisiac perfume,” Xavier whispers. Your eyebrows furrow at the sudden confession.
“How–”
“I saw it on your vanity. It’s… very effective. You should wear it more.”
lets not talk abt how long it took for me to post smth again. I've been deleting all my works until now T-T
dry humping in his lap when he reaches around your ass and sinks the tip of his finger inside of you. he groans under his breath in disbelief over how wet you are, the way you gasp and whine and try to fuck yourself on the tease of penetration. he plunges in deep, finger buried in your cunt to the last knuckle as you tremble, desperately slipping and sliding up and down the ridges of his cock, face buried in the crook of his neck as you cum with a whimper.
Zayne is immediately intrigued by your words over the phone. You're an incredible cook, he knows this, so his mouth waters ever so slightly as he nearly races home.
When he opens the door, he's expecting a more savoury smell in the air. But he doesn't have time to be disappointed. You peak out quickly, wearing an apron covered in...
Icing?
"You're home! Come on, you'll love this." You smell like pure sugar as you tug him to the kitchen, barely giving him a moment to kick off his shoes.
"Ta-da! Happy national donut day!" You throw your arms up, grinning with pride as you show him a large plate stacked with donuts, each a different colour and seemingly flavour.
"Wow. You...did all this by yourself?" Zayne does his best to tear his eyes away from the tempting treats, focusing in on your bright grin. He brushes some stray flour from your cheek as you slip your apron off, grabbing a plate and carefully choosing a donut for him.
"You've had a busy week. I wanted to cheer you up a little! Plus, it really is national donut day." You hold up the plate to him, but he holds the donut to your mouth first.
"You should try it first, you did all the work after all." You shoot him an amused look, but bite into the fluffy treat anyways.
"They came out good! You'll like it!" Zayne doesn't bother taking a bite, preferring instead to lean in and kiss the sugar off your lips.
"I think we have to celebrate like this every year."
dunno if someone had this idea already, but to hell with it, i'll post this here because i just watched the parent trap and a cn drama that has the same theme.
an : might be a messy drabble, unedited and raw, typed on phone, intended to be one-shot but it wasnt loading properly so had to chop it into chapters, might also contain triggering stuff cause i dunno what triggers ppl nowadays so read at your own risk.
pairing : dad sylus x mom reader | somehow it became fluff
previous
SEVEN
"come on! dad said we have to be ready before mom gets home!" luke said with impatience as kieran hurriedly tucked an envelope at his back pocket.
"alright! i'm coming! geez luke, you're insufferable when you're excited," kieran said calmly as he feigned an annoyed glare at his twin, who slung an arm around his neck with a very big smile plastered on his lips.
"do you think she'll like the cake?" kieran asked and luke nodded as the two headed to the kitchen where sylus had been the entire day, focused entirely on baking an edible cake with the help of the twins.
he was putting the final touches and frosting, hoping its not too sweet or too bland, and also that it would be miraculously edible because he couldn't trust the words of his two teenagers who seem to like anything that won't cause a stomachache.
sometimes, their appetites don't even make sense, but whatever. as long as they don't indulge on junk and too many preservatives, he'll let them be. they're not picky eaters which is a blessing, but also a curse because they tend to experiment on food.
teenagers.
"looks good dad," luke commented as he sat across from him, kieran did the same, plopping his chin on his palm.
"mom's gonna love it, we're sure of it..."
"regardless of the taste..."
"she'll appreciate the effort..."
also, sylus had forgotten that teenagers have the tendency to annoy their parents. and he has two mischievous teenage boys who happened to share the same brain cell of mischief.
nevertheless, he simply stared at his sons, sometimes he'd try to recall whether he was ever this annoying to his own father, but then again his father was never around most of the time. and also, his father would always be annoyed at him even without him trying at all.
or maybe he had spoiled the two rotten behind your back because they would always be so sweet towards you and would always be like this with him.
but that doesn't mean he hates it when they're like this.
he missed the good ol'days when luke was clinging to his legs when he was little because he had always been a good boy. and based from your stories, kieran had always been too, excluding the part when he'd often get sick.
now, its always you who they're asking for.
"of course it's edible," he said with fake confidence, yet deep inside he is worried because he has never baked a cake in his entire life.
...
as you stepped in the mansion, you immediately felt like something was off, but you waived it off and thought that maybe you were just tired.
but then, as you entered the living room, you immediately spotted one of the twins, narrowing your eyes at this one because lately they were so obsessed with matching every detail, as if they're looking at a mirror.
but of course, your instincts as a mother would always be spot on because you could somehow sense or tell it by their gestures.
and based on this one's grin, you knew it's kieran.
"what's up with you, kieran?" you stepped closer as you dropped your bag on the nearby sofa.
"not fair, you could tell?" he whined, amazed and disappointed at the same time.
"of course i could tell. i carried the two of you inside my belly for nine months. it's mommy-senses," you said with a smug.
he pouted, then took out a red envelope and gave it to you, then said, "since you were able to guess which twin, you get a pass to the next location."
you took it from his hands with a skeptic look on your face, your lips curled into a playful and curious smile, "i did not guess, young man, i knew."
you opened it and it simply said "music room".
"so, we're playing a game now, huh?" you pinched kieran's cheek, who pouted at you even more, then pushed you towards the direction of the location, his eyes were twinkling as he did so.
"just go, mom," he said, "you'll see!"
"fine, i'm going," you chuckled to yourself, shaking your head as you simply went along with whatever they had planned.
...
luke sat on the piano chair as he played a tune softly.
he did not turn when he heard you come in and simply continued playing.
while kieran is the more reserved twin, luke is much outgoing and outspoken between the two. yet with them together, sometimes its difficult or almost impossible to tell them apart.
it would always drive sylus to the brink of losing his patience whenever they do the good ol'switcheroo game.
"so, the beautiful missus was able to distinguish the different sides of the mirror," he said in a dramatic voice that made you chuckle, "you are a formidable woman, smart and very wise."
"and what do you have for the missus here, young master," you played along, following his tone as he continued to play a soft tune on the grand piano.
"ah, you seem to also be very charming, as informed by the mighty, handsome, strong dragon king," he added with a theatrical tone.
"thank you, young master, for your kind words," you did a curtsy as luke gave you a wide smile that reached his eyes.
"since you were able to display such elegance, the mighty, handsome, strong dragon king has bestowed you a once in a lifetime opportunity to be his esteemed guest at the rose garden," he stood up, maintaining his character and you fought hard not to roll your eyes at the mention of this 'dragon king'.
he bowed as he handed you another red envelope, and you took it from his hands, still maintaining the character and playing along with their game even if you found it silly.
because you were curious and well, you love it.
"thank you, young master," you said, "it's an honor. i shall not waste any more time."
luke gave you an identical grin from kieran's earlier, displaying the same twinkle, the same sparkling joy in his eyes.
"the mighty, handsome, strong dragon king awaits your lovely presence," he said, making his voice deeper, and you winked at him as you left the room, heading to the rose garden where this silly dragon king awaits.
...
you thought it was just a game, just another antics from the twins, but as you entered the garden, you were in awe at everything.
there were beautiful fairy lights, butterflies everywhere, the flowers were in bloom that it smelled so heavenly.
and you walked down the ground, marvelling at the sight before you.
until you glanced forward, and saw a table for two, with candle lights and champagne, with a cake that you're certain the three made together, as the skies are now turning into a beautiful shade of orange and red, making the scene even more romantic and intimate.
your fingers brushed the expensive table cloth, taking everything before you and you knew that it was not the twins, but rather, it is their father... your sylus, who had done all of this.
and you stared at the cake, even with it's uneven surface, you're sure it was made with love.
"ah, so the beautiful maiden finally made it to the dragon's lair," you heard a rich, deep baritone, making you turn to its direction and there you saw sylus.
you watched him with a tender gaze, as you felt so moved by his actions, that there wasn't really any occasion, yet he is here making everything seem like a fairy tale for you.
as he stood in front of you, he took your hand and placed a soft kiss, then he tucked the loose strands of your hair behind your ears.
he looked so handsome.
"do you like it, sweetie?" he asked with a hopeful smile.
you nodded, still confused about it all, as the twins were involved and... this... this whole thing that he had prepared for you, for whatever reason made you forget all the frustrations that you have endured during the whole week at work.
"what's with all of you?" you asked with genuine curiosity, your lips curled into the most beautiful smile he had always wanted to protect.
"you have always done a lot for all of us, for the twins, for me," he said softly, "and we simply wanted to make you feel loved."
you opened your mouth to say something, then closed them again, because you can't believe they had done this, made you forget about your hard day with their simple game, which ended up here in the middle of sylus's well tended garden, with the whole place decorated like a dream... just for you.
"but... there's still missing," he added with a soft hum, until you watched him slowly get on one knee, one hand digging his pocket for the tiny red box that has the most beautiful diamond ring inside.
"sy-sylus," you gasped, eyes now moist from your overwhelming emotions to the man before you, as he took your hand and looked at you deeply.
"i couldn't imagine another day thinking that there's a chance you might be taken away," he paused, holding your hand even tighter, "i won't give you a chance to run away, not unless you run away with me."
by now, your cheeks are already wet, as you listen to his heartfelt confession, his heart bare before you, and you knew how you felt the same, that you love him so much and you couldn't imagine a life without him by your side.
"...because you are the most beautiful thing that has happened to me. you have given me two sons, made me become a better man, made me grow and see the value beyond riches and power..."
"... you made me believe in love."
...
"moom!" you sighed as luke hollered from his room, "skye had taken my lucky socks!"
"moom!" kieran's voice echoed from the hallway, "skye had messed my books!"
all you heard was "moooom!" followed by a naughty giggle, then another "moooom!"
"oh for heaven's sake—" you hissed under your breath as you stared at your angelic faced baby girl, who stared at you with her big, innocent eyes, as if she had not messed with her older brothers' stuff.
"and what did you do, you little mischief?" you asked your toddler as she ran away with her tiny giggles, heading straight to her dad's study.
you shook your head with a smile as you picked up luke's lucky socks, handing it over to him. they were nervous. it's exam day after all.
while kieran was fixing the bookshelf that his baby sister had messed up earlier before she heard you approaching.
you could hear her tiny babbles and excited giggles, knowing that sylus is doting on her, that your youngest baby... his tiny princess could never do anything wrong his eyes.
"got everything you needed?" you checked on each of them as they stepped out of their shared room (they refused to separate, unless they're annoyed at each other) with their school bags. you fixed kieran's collar, then buttoned luke's uniform properly. they nodded at you, gave you a kiss, before heading to their dad's study to say goodbye.
...
sylus wrapped his arms around you as he kissed your cheek lovingly. he couldn't believe that this is his life now.
his twins are growing up, still full of mischief and antics, but both are well mannered, respectful to others and remain to be the sweet boys he had always known, especially to you and his tiny, little devil who looked like an innocent angel.
and most especially, he was able to finally marry you a year ago.
before, he had thought it would never come to him, but then because of the twins, you were able to continue what you have started after that very fateful night.
he doesn't care if his mansion is different from the others, that his children are not confined with the suffocating rules of the elite.
he wanted this place to be bright and warm, filled with his children's laughter, that they would see each corner with fond memories of how much love each of you have poured to one another, that they would always remember the journey that all led you here... to become one, to become a loving family.
his wealth meant nothing if you or his children are miserable, though he'd never want to make any of you miserable because he couldn't provide.
but at the same time, he learned how to step back and manage his responsibilities as a man, a husband and a father, catching up to how you have given everything for all of them.
because to him, you and this family is his greatest wealth. and if ever he'd be taken back in time, he'd do it all over again, except he'd never leave your side the morning after.
because even if his father had considered this a mistake, he didn't care. because this mistake that he called had given him the most beautiful family he never thought he'd have.
...
bonus part
you sighed audibly as you collapsed on the huge sofa, while sylus sat beside you, his mind slowly trying to peel itself from the frustrating meeting he had just finished an hour ago.
you close your eyes, feeling relaxed, enjoying the momentary stillness that was very rare, given that you have a toddler in the house.
until you realize that it's too quiet for a house with a toddler in the family.
you froze, immediately sat straight and you noticed that sylus was equally alarmed.
because a house with an awake toddler is never ever quiet, unless...
without saying anything, the two of you stood up and hurriedly went to the adjacent room, where you found your precious little princess feeding sylus's now-fat crow with treats.
"not again," he sighed, yet he doesn't even have it in him to be mad, because she glanced at him with that proud expression that says, "look daddy! im feeding your pet! im a good girl, right?"
"how did she even find the treats?" you whispered to your husband, who was also as equally puzzled as you are.
"was kieran ever like this when he was skye's age?" he asked and you shook your head.
"neither was luke," he said.
"soooo... i'm guessing it's time for good cop, bad cop?" you said, and he nodded.
"the twins see you as the good cop," sylus drawled, "its only fair that i am the good cop in my princess' eyes."
"fiiiiine," you sighed in defeat, walking towards your naughty little girl and gently admonishing her, while sylus simply took the overweight mephisto and placed him back to his branch.
he wonders if the damn, greedy bird's wings would still be able to support its big belly because skye would always find the place where he hides the damn treats.
or maybe, this bird is his princess' partner in crime.
★ 𝓯𝓲𝓷 ★
this is what happens when i get stuck in a fucking four hour pointless webex meeting. i know its messy, might edit any typos later on. but if you reached this part, thanks for reading my very raw and phone-edited drabble 😍🥰
dunno if someone had this idea already, but to hell with it, i'll post this here because i just watched the parent trap and a cn drama that has the same theme.
an : might be a messy drabble, unedited and raw, typed on phone, intended to be one-shot but it wasnt loading properly so had to chop it into chapters, might also contain triggering stuff cause i dunno what triggers ppl nowadays so read at your own risk.
pairing : dad sylus x mom reader | somehow it became fluff
previous next
SIX
months passed.
and you have developed a close relationship with sylus. you were like besties and he became a reliable support beside you.
the twins became closer than ever, more mischievous and now showing the rebellious phase of their age as teen boys.
and you were grateful that sylus had been there with you because you don't know how to deal with it all, especially with "the talk".
meal times are not awkward anymore. the two of you would talk about random things, would talk about yourselves, would sometimes have playful... almost flirty banters.
and he'd always be playful and teasing towards you.
while you'd also get caught up in the moment and oftentimes, you'd flirt back.
there were also difficult times, like when your opinions would clash or when your parenting styles would not align, but you never fought in front of the twins. never.
it was always a closed door discussion and he would always listen to you before he'd explain his point of view.
you even read books about co-parenting, about raising teen boys, about everything that could help things go smoothly.
but then one night, after the twins had retired to their shared room, you were lounging in the plush sofa near the fireplace, simply relaxing after a long day.
sylus had joined you with a glass of whiskey on his hand, sitting on the same sofa with a respectable amount of distance between you.
by now, even the silence that was once tensed and awkward became comfortable and soothing, as if the presence of each other would have a calming effect on one another.
he offered his glass, and you took it as he stood up to grab himself another one before returning to his place.
the night went on, you were simply enjoying each other's company, but something felt oddly familiar as you felt your cheeks slowly flush at every refill, while his voice became much deeper, as the space between you slowly vanished.
maybe you felt lonely, touched starved... after all its been years since a man ever touched you.
and he felt the same way as you did.
neither of you knew who made the first move, as your fingers were tangled in his soft silver locks, while his large hands pulled you on his lap, your breaths mingling while you devoured each other in hunger and pent up desire.
but then you both froze as you felt his hands beneath your shirt, while you pressed yourself against his hard length, eyes wide and staring at each other, panting heavily as if you both ran for miles.
none of you said a word.
you tore yourself from his grasp then ran to the safety of your quarters, locking it, not for his sake...
but because you might not be able to stop yourself.
...
"what's wrong with mom and dad?" luke whispered to kieran, who observed your unusual clumsiness in the kitchen, while his dad seemed to be avoiding everyone's gaze as if he had done something bad.
"are they fighting?" kieran whispered back, still watching your weird dynamics and the awkward atmosphere which made the two wonder about what had happened.
"mom?" luke called you, "are you... okay?"
"you're putting salt in your coffee, dad," kieran said which made sylus stare at you, and you stared back, the previous night flashing in your minds that made you avert your gazes right away.
"your cheeks are so red, mom," luke said in a worried tone, "are you sick? do you need to go to the doctor?"
"i-i'm fine luke, thank you for worrying, hon," you replied with a forced smile, as you handed them their packed lunch, then pushing sylus's across the counter without meeting his eyes.
the twins bid goodbye reluctantly as they walked to the door whispering to each other.
"they're weird," luke simply said, while kieran thought of the unusual behavior of his parents in his head.
...
sylus had enough of you avoiding him.
it's not like you haven't slept with each other.
and you were certainly not teenagers with irrational thoughts and raging hormones anymore, well, okay fine both of your hormones are as raging as a teenager because its been years of dry spell.
he had given you space, days to think about that night and compartmentalize shit.
and he's not having it anymore because it's crystal clear that you both have feelings for one another.
so he cornered you one afternoon, and as expected, you tried to dodge him.
"no," he said firmly as he lifted you from the ground as if you weigh nothing, "you're not running away this time, kitten."
he placed you on top of his mahogany desk, caging you between his arms and chest, that you had no choice but to sit there and finally face him.
"i like you, okay," he said directly, "no, i don't think like is appropriate. i adore you. i see you as an important part of my life, not just for the twins, but mine. and yes, i want you, so bad, but i will never force you to do anything you don't want to do. so i am just letting you know, kitten. i am putting the ball in your court. take it or leave it, but i am not going anywhere."
his confession took you by surprise. you are used to his direct words and he has always been such a good communicator. his honesty is so raw, sometimes even brutal and blunt, but he would always be clear with his intentions and would never leave any room for misunderstandings.
but you never thought he'd be very direct with his feelings, and well, his desire towards you.
and also, you can't help but feel both infuriated and turned on at the same time. because how could he let his guard down just like that, placing all his eggs in your hands (yes, pun intended), as if you won't let them fall on the floor?
while you sit there trapped, between his immovable chest and desk, his arms on either side of you, unable to move, your senses being overwhelmed by everything about him, your heart beating erratically and your mind just screaming at you to fucking listen to your heart that screams "you love this man so stop being such a loser and kiss him!"
or maybe your brain moved between your legs...
because you don't know if you're terrified or excited, because letting your walls down for him would mean that you are stepping into an uncharted territory that could build or destroy your future which would definitely affect your children.
"please, give me a chance," he whispered a plea, lips close to yours that you could feel his breath fan your face, his minty breath making your head spin, that if you'd move just a little forward you'd be able to taste him.
"i'm scared, sylus," you finally admitted, staring deeply into his eyes, letting him see the weight of your emotions for the first time.
"then i guess... that makes the two of us, sweetie," he whispered, eyes dropping to your parted lips.
...
"remember, bed time at—"
"we know mom!" luke cut you off as he pushed you out of his and kieran's room, "we'll be good, we promise!"
kieran held the door as he grinned from ear to ear, not even listening to your reminders, his feet doing a tiny skippy dance like a giddy penguin, while his twin pushed you out with all his might.
"go have fun with dad!" the twins said happily at the same time, grinning widely at sylus who was standing close to the door, shaking his head affectionately at his sons.
"now, now boys," he spoke, "listen to your mother and make sure to follow her orders, or i will take your gaming keyboards and lock them away for a month."
"bedtime at ten," they said in a chorus, then luke finally made you step out of the room, lightly pushing you in sylus's arms, "take your time, we'll be good, we promise!"
you and sylus gave the twins that scrutinizing stare, even if you knew they'd probably sleep past their bedtime, but you couldn't help but finally crack a smile at their very happy expressions.
"you look beautiful, mom," kieran said with a twinkle in his eyes, "enjoy your dinner, bring us some treats okay?"
"okay, my babies," you cooed affectionately, making the two teens cringe visibly, yet their eyes were sparkling with joy at seeing their dad take your hand in his.
...
"sylus," you rasped against his mouth, "are... hah... are you sure... this is o-okay?"
he pulled you closer to his chest, his lips covering every inch of your neck, his hands were pushing your dress up to your waist, grabbing your soft rear greedily.
"i'm more than sure, kitten," he husked before claiming your mouth with his, grinding his hard length against your aching core.
"b-but the twins—"
"they'll be fine, kitten," he murmured against your skin, fingers fumbling through your zipper, "they're teenagers. and the guards won't let them out."
he greedily took your mounds to his mouth, hungrily sucking each of them while you gripped his arms for support, mewling at every touch, at every bite.
"tell me to stop," he whispered against your ear, voice tight with the little painful restraint he has left in him, as he freed his hard, throbbing cock from his pants, positioning the fat tip at your wet entrance, "or else i won't be able to, kitten."
"please, sylus," you begged as you shifted at the back of his car, your clothes now gone and littered all over the seats or the floor, "take me."
"oh fuck," he groaned against the crook of your neck, while you hissed at the stretch of his massive length, "s-so fucking t-tight, so g-good f'me."
"oh god, sylus!" you whimpered, fingers digging at his biceps, "please, do something, anything!"
he smirked at you, getting more aroused at your reaction, how you looked so beautiful under him, with his name on your lips, begging for him to do what he wanted with your delicious, soft body.
he couldn't help but push harder, deeper, making your breaths shallow and frantic, that he could feel every inch of your wet walls swallow his cock so greedily.
the way he fit inside, the way you took him in, it was perfect, that he can't stop himself from taking more, and more and more... until you shattered, until he felt that delicious squeeze, that not even the overwhelming ecstasy made him stop.
he didn't care if the car was now shaking as if there was an earthquake, nor the walls fogging from the heat of your bodies and movements.
he waited long enough, patiently, agonizingly... watching you each day, that you were walking around his mansion with all your beauty and allure, that he had been satisfying himself night after night with only his hand, whispering your name in secret, fantasizing about you.
and now that he finally has you again in his arms, he'd make you feel how much you have tortured him day after day, whether you had done it intentionally or not, you have been torturing his goddamn mind with your very existence.
he took you in every position that he could in that cramped space inside his car. he didn't leave an inch of your skin untouched, unkissed. he made sure to not only get one orgasm, but made a fucking scoreboard in his head, memorizing the way you have shattered, the way you have uttered his name on your sinful lips, the way you have clung to him in that erotic, mind-fucked expression on your beautiful face.
he couldn't get enough of you.
and he wouldn't let this night be the only night.
because he is a greedy man, and he wants a lifetime with you.
dunno if someone had this idea already, but to hell with it, i'll post this here because i just watched the parent trap and a cn drama that has the same theme.
an : might be a messy drabble, unedited and raw, typed on phone, intended to be one-shot but it wasnt loading properly so had to chop it into chapters, might also contain triggering stuff cause i dunno what triggers ppl nowadays so read at your own risk.
pairing : dad sylus x mom reader | somehow it became fluff
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FIVE
you did not agree right away, but you have accepted the fact that you need to get along with sylus.
but then, another problem arose inside your head, or rather... your heart.
you don't want to fall in love with him.
because again, you are in different worlds. and the twins were the outcome of a drunken mistake, one that none of you ever regret because you both love your sons so much that both of you are willing to do anything for them.
you tried coming up with possible solutions, arrangements that might work, but sylus countered each of them easily, as if he had already thought of them.
and he was right. none of them would work because it would only exhaust the twins if they'd be going back and forth from one house to another, or would switch schools from time to time.
so you admitted defeat, partial defeat, as you have your own conditions.
you wanted to contribute to the household expenses, to cook their meals personally, to do what you wanted as their mother... and well, as a responsible co-parent.
sylus tried to hide his offended expression when you wanted to contribute to the household expenses, as if his wealth is invisible to you.
the two of you bantered, until he gave in and said, "just fill up the kitchen with what you see fit. but that's it, kitten. i'm the man of the house, it's my job to provide."
you were about to retort, that he must be thinking little of you, but he added, "it's reasonable for me to take care of the expenses while you take care of their welfare. afterall, a mother's care is always different and seems to have some... magical effects."
that made you stop, almost looked at him with an awe-struck expression, because you did not think he'd consider your abilities as a mom would matter compared to what he could give.
"what? why do you look surprised, sweetie?" he gave you a smirk, almost playful, almost teasing, almost made you blush but you stopped yourself before your thoughts could go further.
"nothing. just, didn't think it would matter to you, that's all," you admitted with a shrug.
"i wasn't the one who carried them for nine months, of course it matters, sweetie," he took another sip, "i'm sorry, i truly am. i wished for things to be different, but..."
"but we were played like fools," you finished for him, "i know. it's just... difficult for me to accept all of this, to accept help because i'm used to being the only person kieran needed. so... i am apologizing in advance if i would be on the edge from time to time."
"for all that's worth, you have every right to feel what you're feeling now," he said softly, looking at you with that kind of acknowledgement that you never knew you needed before.
and in that moment, you can't stop yourself from thinking about your handsome baby daddy from time to time, that maybe... just maybe... the two of you could have a healthy co-parenting relationship.
all for the sake of luke's and kieran's future.
...
living with sylus was surprisingly not difficult at all.
he was respectful of the boundaries, considerate and would seem to always think a step ahead.
at first, you tried not to take what he is offering. from the car rides, the shopping sprees, even throwing him back his black card in irritation which he caught between his fingers easily.
the only time you'd accept what he is giving, what he is offering would be if it was in front of your sons.
and he caught on and would be deliberate in doing that because you don't want to act negatively in front of them.
but at the same time, he is so annoyed that you have never, ever even spent a single dime, not a cent. nothing.
and he doesn't know whether he'd be amused or offended because he is used to women throwing themselves at him, not just for his looks, but because of his vast wealth.
but not you. no. its like his wealth is invisible to you.
and that is something new to him because all he had known was being valued based on money, assets and wealth. his father had always been so strict, cold and never even paid attention to him. he had never met his mother, and he wished he had.
so when he thought you never wanted your sons, that you were only after the money, he was terribly hurt, as if his childhood pain resurfaced and since then, his focus had always on luke and making him feel wanted and loved with all that he can.
he knew he wasn't enough, but he doesn't want to force you, or rather, he was terrified of your reaction, that you'd reject your own son.
and he doesn't know what he'd do if that had happened.
so now that the truth came to light, you have proved to him how different you were from the others, that you don't judge people by the vast amount of money under their name, not even their title, not even their reputation.
because for the first time ever, he felt seen. that he is not just a successful tycoon, that you have somewhat acknowledged that he is a good father to your children.
and as a parent, that is the best kind of recognition, the biggest one that makes his heart swell, the kind of pride that no amount of money could ever amount to.
he watched you take care of the twins, and by extension, him. he loved your warm, healthy meals, delicious snacks and treats. even the coffee and tea that you prepare for him is perfect.
and your stubborn nature that was honed by years of standing alone for yourself and kieran was something he admired. while he'd rather take all of the financial burden, because, well he has the means to provide anything, he couldn't help but think you're amazing in a way that you didn't care if he is bleeding money.
to put it simply, you weren't just anybody who'd do nothing for the people around you.
and that made him fall for you, as each day came, each morning he'd walk into the kitchen with the delicious aroma from your cooking, watching you closely as you remind the twins to make sure they don't forget anything, while you packed their lunch boxes with the healthiest and tastiest food that was made with your love, kissing them affectionately as they leave for school before you start preparing for your own day.
and you'd always make sure that he has his own lunch to take with him if he has to go to his company, and he'd eat it all, not leaving a single bite.
it's almost like... as if... the four of you have become a family.
...
you dont know how long you could stop yourself from falling.
every time you'd wake up, you'd remind yourself not to be clumsy, not to be a stuttering, blushing fool in front your baby daddy.
and you'd always wish he won't come out of his room dressed in almost nothing but his silk pajamas.
you have been careful after that time, because it was so damn embarrassing, that you ogled his chest and abs, that your lips went dry after your eyes raked his very naked and well built torso, that you simply turned around abruptly with your face as red as a tomato, as if you have never slept together before.
"we're just co-parenting. we're just co-parenting," you reminded yourself over and over again.
you could still remember how he chuckled, teasing after your retreating form how its not like you haven't seen all of him before.
"that bastard," you cursed under your breath as you hid in the comfort of your private quarters, irritated that he could get under your skin way too easily, fanning yourself as you're not sure if you want to push him down the stairs or push him on your bed.
yet you couldn't help but observe him, his dedication and his firmness. he could make the twins behave with a simple, stern look, yet he could also make them laugh with him, as if they were friends.
he was intimidating, yet he would always be very affectionate and warm with the boys. and even after he'd spend long hours in his study or after a long day at his company, he would always be the one who would pick the twins from their school.
not the driver, but him.
and somehow, he had charmed you to quit your other job and only keep the one that you wanted.
because he said the boys needed you, then he added that he is now here to help out in raising them, that you are not alone anymore.
you almost swooned when he said that to you. he was looking straight in your eyes. he was sincere and direct, words not minced or sugarcoated, and he looked like he meant every word that he said.
and to prove things, he had shown you some legal documents that he had secured the future of the twins, that all you have to worry about was giving them all the motherly love and care and to raise them right.
and to add to your already growing affection for him, he even opened a joint account where the two of you could put some money in for emergency reasons, not because his business is not doing well, but because he wanted to make you feel included, that you are equal, that your efforts matter to him and the twins.
but secretly, he had also secured yours, made sure that if ever you'd go in separate ways, you'd be able to live a very comfortable life that you deserve to have.
if it was up to him, he'd make you stop working. he'd spoil you. he'd give anything and everything.
but he knew by now that you don't want such, that you wanted something that nobody would be able to take away, something more valuable than riches or wealth.
and something that he also wants to give you if you give him the chance.
but could you?
could you finally let your walls down for him?
would you allow him to take that step closer to you? to your heart? hopefully, towards a future where you'd be together, not as co-parents, but as lovers?
because he couldn't deny it anymore, that he has fallen in love with you, with all of you.
and he wished with every fiber of his being, that you'd also see him, not just as the father of your teenagers, not just a drunken mistake, but really see his sincere and genuine feelings for you.
dunno if someone had this idea already, but to hell with it, i'll post this here because i just watched the parent trap and a cn drama that has the same theme.
an : might be a messy drabble, unedited and raw, typed on phone, intended to be one-shot but it wasnt loading properly so had to chop it into chapters, might also contain triggering stuff cause i dunno what triggers ppl nowadays so read at your own risk.
pairing : dad sylus x mom reader | somehow it became fluff
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FOUR
twins pov
"i think mom doesn't trust dad," luke said as he plopped on the bed as kieran followed him and did the same, "i don't like seeing the two of them sad."
"you know, i would often get sick when i was a kid and mom took really good care of me on her own. she would wake up so early and cook breakfast, then would have two jobs, yet she still has the time to bake some sweets and take me out to have fun," kieran said softly, "i think... i think mom is... scared."
then he leaned back, falling on the bed with his arms spread on the mattress, staring at the ceiling of his brother's room. he couldn't help but feel a little bit of anger, that if only his grandfather hadn't been so bad, his mom wouldn't have suffered on her own.
"mom is really amazing," luke said, "i wish i could have grown up with her and dad and you."
"me too," kieran admitted, "dad is the best."
silence filled the room as the two boys thought of their parents, thought of their wishes as a kid, the countless times when they asked where their other parent was, wondering if they were unwanted and so on.
until luke tapped kieran's thigh excitedly, eyes gleaming with excitement at his new idea which made kieran sit up in wonder, knowing that his brother must have thought of another plan.
"i think we should set them up," luke said with a grin, "i heard the maids talk about how dating helps, like they said that's how they get to know their boyfriends or something."
kieran's eyes widened in agreement, grinning from ear to ear as he thought it's a brilliant plan.
"then we have to do some research," he said, "also we need to act really, really good."
"first, we need dad to convince mom to move in here," luke stated, "and i think that's easy."
"i could just feign sickness in front of them, like really look pitiful and sad," kieran said, "need to make dad worried so that he'd keep us together."
"or—" luke interjected, "—maybe we could..."
but before luke even continued whatever he was about to say, the door to his room suddenly opened, and there stood their father, looking at them with an unreadable expression that made the two boys huddle together in guilt of being caught.
"well, well," sylus drawled as he stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him, "caught scheming red-handed. i guess you two are really my sons after all," he smirked affectionately and sat with them.
"what do you have in mind, boys?" he leaned close to them and whispered, keeping that smirk that made the two boys sigh in relief that their dad is on board of making their precious mom move in.
they looked at each other and had an identical grin and giddiness, which made sylus smile and relish the moment of seeing both of his sons with him.
"well, we're thinking..." luke started, glancing at his twin and sylus listened intently at his two boys.
...
"do you think this would work?" kieran whispered to his twin nervously and luke nodded in encouragement.
"it has to, remember, if we do this then we'd get our own gaming stations," luke tapped his twin's arm excitedly, "i'd teach you how to play fortnite and we'd kick everyone's butts!"
then the two felt a large hand on each of their shoulders, as sylus stood between them, crouching down to their heights as he whispered with a tiny smile on his lips, "ready, boys?"
...
you just got off from a phone call with your supervisor as you explained your situation, and you were beyond grateful that she was understanding enough to give you a couple of days off.
you were adamant in accepting help from sylus, as you have been the only one supporting kieran for years.
you tried to argue, tried not to give in, as you interjected how there are still some left from what his father had given you years back, along with what you have saved throughout the years.
but then, you saw the hurt flash from his eyes when you refused, and you realized that he's doing it for kieran, who is also his son.
his son.
you needed to get used to that fact, that sylus is not as bad as how you always pictured him to be.
you watched luke, had spent time with him when he was pretending to be kieran for weeks. it was still something that amazed you that the two came up with this plan, that somehow fate brought them together.
and luke, even if he grew up with a wealthy lifestyle thanks to his father, was never a spoiled boy. he was respectful and mindful, sweet and sometimes mischievous, well he is already thirteen so that is expected.
so you have accepted the help that sylus offered, that he'd take care of kieran's needs and wants, because he missed out on these things, because he also wanted to do this as kieran's dad.
and you know that he deserves that right because you have to admit, he is a good dad to luke, which means he would also be a good dad to kieran.
but still, you can't help but feel worried that you'd also lose kieran, that he'd choose to be with his dad instead of you.
how could he not? his dad is rich and could give him everything that he wanted, while you were just a regular middle class employee who could afford the basic necessities and could spare a little bit of extra from time to time.
you realized the vast difference of your world from sylus, that you could never give your twins what he could offer, that kieran could live in a mansion, eating heavenly meals that were cooked by professional chefs, living the comfort and quality of life that every teenager or even adult ever wanted.
no, you're not a rich tycoon like sylus. you're just... you.
as you stepped out of the lavish room where sylus brought you in, you walked down the elegant halls of his mansion, staring at the antiques, expensive collections of paintings and decoration and you can't help but feel so tiny compared to sylus.
but no, you reminded yourself how you have survived and raised kieran with dignity, how you have navigated through the journey of motherhood on your own, how you were able to get through it all and gave all that you have to your darling boy.
and you would do the same for luke, for both of your sons.
and that is something that nobody could ever take away from you, not even rich people like sylus.
as you entered the living room, you immediately noticed your two boys huddled together. your smile slowly faded as you saw their sullen and dejected expressions and you approached them with concern and worry.
"hey, what's wrong?" you asked as you sat down beside luke, who was slumped beside kieran, both boys mirrored each other's sad expressions like two dejected puppies.
you watched luke sigh heavily, while you noticed kieran's lips tremble slightly, glancing at you before looking down on his lap.
"we're going to be separated again, right mom?" kieran said in a sad whisper as he twiddled with his thumbs.
"twins should never be separated... that's... just wrong," luke added as he rested his temple on his twin's shoulder, "we only found each other and now... of course you're going home soon..."
your heart broke when you heard them say that and you can't help but brush luke's hair. you didn't want to separate them, but luke belongs to sylus and kieran belongs to you.
"of course we'd see each other often, dad said we could schedule sleep overs but..." luke trailed with a sigh, as kieran continued, "it's different when we're together. it's like... it's like..."
"finally being complete," the two said at the same time in a melancholic whisper that really drove a knife to your heart.
you couldn't say anything.
you don't know what to say, afraid to give promises that might break their young hearts.
they're right. of course they are.
twins have a special bond, from the time they were conceived, sharing the same space for nine months and it's totally unfair that they were torn apart from each other for years.
until you hear someone speak from across the room.
"unless your mother would agree to... stay," sylus said in a soft, but firm tone.
you turned in his direction, as he stood there leaning on the door frame, staring at you deeply with those crimson orbs that captivated you when you first met.
and you realized he was serious, saw the weight of his gaze, the sincerity and hope that flashed in his sharp, striking eyes.
then you turn to your twins, who mirrored the same hope in theirs, catching you off guard that your heart just couldn't help but melt in their stare.
how could you say no to them?
but also, you don't want to compete with sylus. there is no way you'd win.
so you turned back to him, and said, "i think... we should... talk."
...
sylus led you to his private study, as he sternly told the twins not to eavesdrop, though he knew the two would still press their ears through the door.
as he closed the door behind him, you gathered the strength to let your thoughts out, not for your sake, but for the sake of your children.
"look, i don't know you," you said directly, "and... i... couldn't compete with you."
he raised an eyebrow at you, and you can't help but feel irritated that he could just stand there and do nothing but still look like a damn model for a fashion magazine.
"who said we're competing, kitten?" he drawled as he walked towards his desk, pouring himself a glass of whiskey, "we're both fooled by my father, but that's not an excuse on my part."
he sipped from his glass as if he was summoning courage from it as he continued to speak.
"i should have checked on it, checked on the facts," he said in almost a whisper, his voice sounded regretful and guilty, "i thought, you were really only after the money and that had hurt me."
you almost, almost said something to counter him, to defend yourself, to stand up for what you have gone through alone.
but then, you saw his expression, he looked vulnerable as he leaned against his desk.
after all, you were not the only one who thought one of your sons is dead. he thought the same and grieved for kieran throughout the years. just like you.
silence filled the room, both of you were just there, not knowing what else to say to each other because technically, you were strangers.
until he broke the tensed atmosphere, with a tentative, but hopeful question... or rather... a suggestion :
"maybe... we could get to know each other, after all, we share a pair of boys," he paused, glancing at you, observing your reaction, "and i don't have it in my heart to separate them again, or take away the chance for them to experience what it's like to have both of their parents beside them."
there's so many things running in your head. so many questions, so many worries, so many voices shouting, warning, hoping.
but the loudest of them all was the tiny voice that said, "he is right."
because you don't have it in you to tear the twins apart. you don't have it in you to break their hearts. you don't have it in you so watch them be sad because they are yearning for a family.
dunno if someone had this idea already, but to hell with it, i'll post this here because i just watched the parent trap and a cn drama that has the same theme.
an : might be a messy drabble, unedited and raw, typed on phone, intended to be one-shot but it wasnt loading properly so had to chop it into chapters, might also contain triggering stuff cause i dunno what triggers ppl nowadays so read at your own risk.
pairing : dad sylus x mom reader | somehow it became fluff
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THREE
"let them spend some time with each other, sweetie," you heard his low, drawling voice as he stared at you across his lavish sitting room.
you stared at him, no, you glared at him the moment your sons left the room.
you couldn't stop the hate, the pent up emotions that you have kept for years.
"all that handsome face is wasted on you," you muttered angrily under your breath, loud enough only for you to hear and sylus knew that you muttered something to insult him even if he did not hear exactly what you had said.
he had always felt the fire in you, apart from your attractive features, he could feel it, that you're not someone who would just stand there and be invisible. and he thought, as he stared at your flushed cheeks and proud glare, that you're dangerous.
this is the first time you had truly looked at him since that night. and damn, he is devilishly handsome, strikingly attractive and now it's not really a question why you were charmed by him.
yet, there's something in his eyes, you could see the regret, the guilt and the pain.
but you don't have it in you yet to acknowledge it, not after what you and kieran had endured, those days when you were at the hospital because he got so sick that you thought you'd also lose him.
you looked at him with so much distrust and doubt, narrowing your eyes as you took the folder that he slid across the elegant coffee table between you.
and once you saw what was in it, you couldn't believe what you're seeing, because the truth was right there—you and sylus were both lied to by his deceased father along with his accomplices, who sylus had already dealt with the moment he had found out about kieran.
your mind spun, scanning the files page by page, trying to grasp the hard truth that you couldn't swallow. because throughout the years, you have viewed your baby daddy as a heartless, evil man, who never cared for his own children.
turns out, he is also a victim, like you and your twins.
but you couldn't say anything, it's all too much.
you felt the air thinning around you, chest tightening and everything coming down all at once. the years of grief, survival and difficulties of being a single mom, with no one supporting you throughout the journey.
all you could remember was your twins rushing to you with their terrified expressions as they screamed in panic, "mom! mom!"
...
you slowly woke up to dimmed lights, voices muffled and all you could feel was mental and emotional exhaustion and weariness, groaning softly as you shifted to a sitting position.
"are you okay, sweetie?" you recognized sylus's voice nearby, "the doctor said you collapsed due to extreme fatigue and mental exhaustion."
you pressed your palms against your eyes, as you felt your twins sitting on each of your side, their hands gripping your arms, as they asked in a worried voice if you were okay.
for the first time, you looked at their faces, still not truly grasping the scene before you—luke is alive, kieran is reunited with his twin, and your baby daddy is standing at the foot of the bed, looking as equally concerned at you just like your twins.
"don't worry, boys," you smiled softly, your eyes now glistening with the slow realization that this is not a dream, that you are really here with your twins on your side, your arms wrapping around their shoulders as you pulled them close, hugging them so tight as if you were afraid of losing them.
"i can't believe i'm sitting here with the two of you," you sniffled, "i never thought this day would happen."
"mom," you heard luke speak softly, "please be okay."
"we're sorry," kieran added, "you got sick because of us."
you immediately hushed them, assuring them that they're not at fault, that you were simply overwhelmed, that you are so, so happy that they're here with you, that you love them so, so much.
the boys hugged you tighter, and sylus stood there watching the three of you with so much regret and guilt in his heart.
this is what was robbed from him, the years apart was totally unnecessary, that he could have had a relationship with you, maybe even co-parented the twins, giving them the experience of having both parents on their side, giving them all the love that they deserved.
he was spiteful, but he couldn't do anything other than to curse his dead father and ensure that those who had conspired with his father's stupid plan of only keeping one of the twins suffer immensely, making them bleed out their wealth in one night, blacklisting and reporting them to authorities, now they're facing serious damages in court that not only requires them to pay a hefty amount but also to face jail time.
and he thinks that is not even enough.
yet now, he is somewhat at a loss of what to do next. he knew he was attracted to you, that even until after that night, you were embedded in his mind.
but could the two of you pursue something when everything started out so wrong?
that everything was destroyed even before he had a chance to show who he really is, that he is not some cruel jerk as how you imagined him to be, that he is a loving parent who did his best to raise his son—your son—with the best that he can, shielding him from the mistakes of his own father, vowing that his own child would never experience what he had gone through in the hands of his cold, money-loving father.
he wanted to hope, but with everything right now, he couldn't help but feel dejected.
he stared at his twins—luke and kieran—wondering what it would have been like if his father wasn't such a stupid fool.
he would have been able to support you all throughout, not making you feel alone in the parenting journey, maybe the two of you would have tried to work things out for the sake of your sons.
maybe, the two of you would have learned how to love each other.
"is there really no chance at all?" he asked himself internally, yearning to keep this view—of you and his twins—in his mind and heart, wishing to be able to get more of this in the future, hoping you could still find it in your heart to give him a chance, to truly give him a chance.
dunno if someone had this idea already, but to hell with it, i'll post this here because i just watched the parent trap and a cn drama that has the same theme.
an : might be a messy drabble, unedited and raw, typed on phone, intended to be one-shot but it wasnt loading properly so had to chop it into chapters, might also contain triggering stuff cause i dunno what triggers ppl nowadays so read at your own risk.
pairing : dad sylus x mom reader | somehow it became fluff
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TWO
luke's pov
he was so nervous about the whole thing. but ever since his grandfather died, he had been so curious about his mother. after all, his grandfather would always dismiss his questions, would even sometimes reprimand him for asking.
and his dad? he doesnt know a thing about her. such a useless adult in his opinion.
but they conceived him and kieran, right? so it means there's a chance.
he's thirteen, he's not stupid. he has girl crushes at school. he had heard the maids and the guards talk about their dates and other stuff.
and based on the rumors, his dad and mom seem to only have that one night, and then after that they had lost contact, until his grandfather intervened and took him in.
but they lied to him, because they told him that he had a brother. had. past tense.
but thank his lucky stars because that same day he escaped from his guards he had stumbled on this twin, his brother who they thought had died.
and after that, they did their best to always meet up.
even called and texted each other.
they easily became best friends. maybe its a twin thing.
and his favorite part would always be how they finish each other's sentences as if they share the same brain cell.
now, he is standing in front of kieran's door, too nervous to knock, too anxious that this plan might never work, that kieran's... no... his mom would see right through him.
he is scared that maybe she'd never like him, that once she had found out about this plan, she'd take him back to his dad. he loves his dad so much, but he also wanted a mom to dote on him when he is sick or when he is down. he wants a mom who would pester him with his school stuff, prepare him meals and all that.
and now, a chance was given to them, to meet their parents, a chance to find out what had happened, a chance to bring them together... hopefully.
he was too deep in his thoughts when the door suddenly opened
"kieran?" a gentle voice brought him back to reality, "what are you standing there for?"
he stared at the beautiful woman in front of him, and noticed instantly how her eyes were in the same shape as his, how she smiled so softly and lovingly at him.
he couldn't help but feel emotional, as he simply stepped forward and hugged her, catching her off guard, but he melted right away when he felt her arms envelope his frame.
she felt so warm. so, so warm. he had never felt this before. his dad's hugs were always also warm, but they're very firm, protective. but his mom's? her hug was so soft that he understood why his classmates would always say how their mom's hugs would heal them when they don't feel well.
he couldn't help but hug her tighter, as he felt her delicate hands rubbing his back soothingly.
"what's gotten into you, sweetheart?"
he tried not to cry, from being overwhelmed by happiness, even if she calls him by his brother's name, he'd take it because this is the only way he'd be able to feel her love, even for just a moment.
"nothing... mom," he rested his chin on her shoulder, while his heart thumped fast against his chest after calling her for the very first time, "i just... missed you. that's all."
"oh my baby," he heard her speak affectionately and he couldn't help but feel so fuzzy at being called that, "i missed you too. are you hungry? i made some snacks."
...
kieran's pov
he ran over the plan over and over in his head. he doesn't know if he could pull this off because his brother is the talkative type and he is not.
but as luke had told him, he's not usually that chatty in the house. his dad, the well known sylus qin, is the type who shows his care through actions.
luke told him to just relax and not get intimidated because their dad would be terrifying and cold to others, but he is always a softie when it comes to him.
apparently, his dad is into gaming, sports and movies and would often do those things with luke.
kieran sighed in relief as he happened to be agile and could now play sports, well he's not so surprised now that he found out where he had gotten the trait from.
as he stepped off the expensive car, the butler immediately gathered his belongings and took it inside.
kieran followed the butler and headed in, palms sweaty from all the emotions he is feeling.
he is so terrified. not because his father is a well known tycoon, but because he had always been so curious what had happened, why was he and luke separated or why was his mom raising him alone when he is here.
also, he is scared that maybe, he only wanted one son and picked his twin.
maybe he doesn't want two boys bothering him.
the thought made him sad, made him almost want to turn back and go home to you.
"why the long face, buddy?"
his head snapped towards the owner of the voice and saw a tall man with silver hair and eyes with the same color as his—his dad.
he couldn't say a word, or trying not to be overwhelmed by everything at this moment.
"d-dad..." he called him for the first time, hoping he wouldn't suspect anything, because he had always dreamed of this very moment ever since.
his father mumbled as soft "hm," looking at him with a curious, but concerned gaze as he stepped closer, until he was standing in front of him, until he felt two large hands on top of his shoulders—warm and grounding.
"just a long day at school... dad," he mumbled, keeping his calm, keeping his tone the same as luke's, couldn't help but keep his eyes on his father's features, memorizing every inch of him.
"wanna tell me about it?" his father asked as he stirred him further into the mansion and kieran couldn't help but lean into the warmth of his large hand, all his reservations and doubts ebbing away, now only filled with this new feeling of safety.
"sure, dad," he answered with a soft smile curling on his lips, as he walked beside his father, loving the closeness, loving the protective aura that is coming from him.
...
sylus pov—weeks later
he stared at the boy in front of him, with so much disbelief and regret.
because he never knew that luke's twin is alive.
that fateful night, was the one he'd never forget, but also he couldn't let it get in his way. he was close, so close to securing the largest deal that would make him independent from his father's clutches and he just couldn't stop there.
so even if he knew he'd regret it, he left the morning after, treating it as another drunken mistake.
but that mistake gave him twins. a mistake that he'd never, ever regret in his life.
he foolishly believed his father lies, that you didn't want luke, that you took the money for yourself, that you didn't even want to hold your other baby, so he had decided that he wouldn't bother reconnecting with you, that you don't deserve his son's ashes.
he was devastated, that he had lost his son so he had worked harder so that he could give luke everything.
his father saw his son as a tool to secure the next generation, and did not care if his son would get separated from his twin, and most of all, from his mother.
he couldn't forgive him. he wanted to dig his grave and wish for him to come back to life just to make him pay for doing this to him, to his children and to you.
and the urn? he found out it was just a bag of sand. a big insult to him, to you and to kieran.
he was played by his dead father and he knew that he had accomplices. so he started to investigate and uncover the truth.
his heart broke into pieces as he found out everything, every lie, every deception, the devastating truth that his twin boys were separated by his father's cruelty and greed.
and also he couldn't stop blaming his own foolishness for simply accepting his words because he was too desperate for freedom.
and the casualty was you and his boys.
"i-i'm sorry, dad," he heard kieran's terrified voice, "i didn't mean t-to lie to you... i... j-just want to know you and luke also w-wants to meet m-mom..."
his guilt only worsened as his own son felt like he had done a bad thing for wanting to meet his own father.
"please don't be mad a-at mom!" kieran pleaded, "s-she doesn't know anything! luke and i—"
sylus couldn't stop himself from pulling his son to his arms, not as luke, but as kieran.
he berated himself for failing them, for failing you, that he should have at least checked on you at that time, if you were doing okay after you had given birth... that he should have given you the benefit of the doubt...
if only he did, he would have found out about kieran sooner...
"no, kieran," he cut him off, his voice tight from heavy emotions inside him, "it's not your fault or luke's. it's mine. you should not be sorry for anything, son. i care for the two of you, and your mother. don't apologize, my boy."
kieran nodded, sniffling in sylus's arms. he held his boy tighter, as if this is the first time he had ever seen him, not as luke, but as him.
"you've grown so much, my boy," sylus couldn't stop the tears from his eyes, "i'm sorry for missing out so much."
...
your pov
"oh my—" you gasped as you saw the test papers sticking out of your son's book, not because of the score, but because of the name.
luke qin.
you turned around, eyes glistening as you stared at the boy sitting on the couch, enjoying the chocolate cupcakes that you baked, the boy who looked exactly as your kieran, the boy who you thought was long gone, the boy who you have grieved for years.
"mom?" he looked at you with worry, putting down the plate on the coffee table, "are... you okay?"
"you're.. kieran's twin," you whispered with so much brokenness in your tone, "i thought... you... how could i have not recognized you?"
luke immediately went to you and you pulled him into a bone crushing hug, and luke mumbled, "i'm sorry mom. kieran and i bumped into each other by accident... and its not a difficult puzzle, it's like we're looking in a mirror. i wanted to know you and kieran wanted to meet dad.... so..."
you pushed him in shock without letting him go, eyes wide and in tears, "your brother is with his dad?!"
luke looked away in guilt and sadness, as he continued, "he is. i'm sorry mom. i just... i've always wanted to meet you. you're my mom."
your heart broke into pieces. you have grieved for years, thinking you lost him after giving birth, but turns out he was taken away and you were deceived by the qins.
you can't stop yourself from getting so mad at them, especially at their father who had failed to protect his own sons.
"my baby," you smiled tearfully as you pulled him in your embrace tightly.
