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I'm tempted to make a vent side blog, just so I can document the toxicity I'm experiencing from my family.
I don't want to post too much of my hardships on this blog, as this is supposed to be my space away from that.
#Strongly considering making that blog after my mother just decided to be incredibly racist towards Asians (specifically SEAs)#After she finished ordering Chinese takeout nonetheless.#Can't express how ungrateful and disrespectful that was to the people who made our food.#And I can't reprimand her because she's more than happy to commit DV (again) or cause some other domestic abuse crisis.#I don't want too many posts about my family's bullshit to poison my main#Also I feel like a blog dedicated to venting will also help people understand what I'm experiencing on a regular basis.#I'm going to be making a GoFundMe soon to get away from these backwards narcissistic oppressive freaks#So a side blog might help me with that#Cause I really just need to be able to go no contact with my family#I don't want to have to constantly put up with their bigotry exploitation and their constant threats of making me homeless (again)#tw abuse#tw racsim#toxic family#toxic parents#toxic people#vent#tw vent#domestic abuse#Abusive family
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come back to me [seventeen] ⇢ jjk
you’re willing to do anything to save your marriage, even if that meant you’d have to sacrifice your own happiness to do so.
pairing — husband!jungkook x malereader, ft. ceo!jaehyun
genre — angst, sexual themes, idol au, exes to lovers-ish au, open relationship au, marriage au, parents au
series warnings — infidelity (kinda?), swearing, bisexual!jungkook, jealous!jungkook, insecure!reader, unhealthy relationship, unrequited love-ish, slow burn, use of alcohol, mentions of divorce problems, (more could be added in future chapters)
word count — 2.3k
author’s note — Just a heads up to everyone, school started back up again so chapters might take some time to be released. And there’s probably going to be only three or so chapters left until the epilogue.
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Being back home never felt so good.
Stepping inside of your house, you felt instant warmth, turning around to see Jungkook trailing right behind you with Minho right beside him.
Everything was different now—and in a good way this time. As you stared into Jungkook’s eyes, you now had a sense of fondness and yearn for him, instead of pain and heartache like you used to have before.
“Feels good to be home, huh?” Jungkook smiled down you, heartwarming at the sight of the same smile on your face as you nodded your head. He then placed Minho’s suitcase down on the ground beside the door, you doing the same with yours. “Well, I better hand out—”
“Appa, where’s your stuff?” Minho suddenly asks, staring up at Jungkook confusingly.
“Oh,” Jungkook eyes widened slightly at his words, causing him to glance at you and shrug his shoulders, not knowing what to say.
That’s when you grinned at him. “They’re still in the car, appa has to go get them.”
Jungkook’s eyes may have been wide, but after hearing your answer they were nearly bulging out of his head. He stared at you, trying to see if what you were saying is true, and when you nodded his heart skipped a beat.
“Yay!” Minho cheered loudly, clapping his hands. “Appa is living with us again.”
Minho ran off to his room, and when he was gone Jungkook turned towards you. “Are you sure you want me back? I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing his, allowing me to move back—”
“Jungkook,” you smiled reassuringly. “It’s okay. You can move back here, it’s your house too. But you’re staying in the guest room for now, is that okay—”
“Yes, yes!” Jungkook quickly interrupted, nodding his head. “Yeah, that’s perfectly fine.” He couldn’t stop the smile creeping onto his face. “I’ll do anything to come back home.”
You simply nodded, lowering your head to hide the blush forming on your cheeks.
“I’ll go get my suitcase then.”
While Jungkook went back to the car, you brought both yours and Minho’s things upstairs and began to unpack. It hasn’t even been ten minutes yet until your phone started ringing, Cho’s name flashing on the screen.
“Hey girl,” you answered, pressing your phone against your ear as you continued to unpack your clothes, returning them into their original places, whether that be your closet or large dresser. “What’s up?”
“I heard you’re back, is that true?” You hummed in reply, shoving one of your pants into a drawer. “Then can you come to the office real quick? Jaehyun needs to talk to you—it’s urgent.”
“Can’t he just call me?” You ask, releasing a sigh and in the background you couldn’t help but hear multiple voices going on, some of them even sounding loud and chaotic. You’ve been home for about two hours and they already wanted you to come into work—and it’s nearing five in the evening too.
“He’s busy right now, it’ll be easier if you just come here.” Cho replied, hearing her mumble something to someone in the background in the process. Just as you were about to argue, she quickly added in a quiet voice, “I’ve got to go so hurry,” before hanging up on you.
You shoved your phone into your pocket with an exasperated groan falling from your mouth.
Grabbing a coat, you rushed out of your room and down the stairs only to run into Jungkook coming in the opposite direction with his phone in hand.
“I’ve got to go,” you both said at the same time. Jungkook cleared his throat and gestured you to go first, which you then did.
“Cho just called and asked me to come down to the office real quick, something urgent happened and she said Jaehyun needs me there.”
Instantly, you noticed the way he tensed at the mention of Jaehyun but nodded understandingly nonetheless. “Yeah, Namjoon-hyung also called and asked me to come down to the studio and do some song recordings. It shouldn’t take long, just doing the lines that I missed while being gone.”
“Okay, what about Minho? It’s late and we can’t get a babysitter last minute.”
“I’ll take him with me,” Jungkook offered in an instant. “I’m sure the others will be happy to see him again, it’s been too long.”
You nodded, “Okay, we’ll meet back here then?”
“Yeah, and I’ll pickup some Chinese takeout for us on the way back home.”
“Sounds good.”
After saying goodbye, you both went your separate ways, you heading in one direction while Jungkook and Minho went in the other.
Entering Jung Enterprises, you immediately greeted with nothing but complete chaos around every corner.
Questions arose in your mind when seeing many employees, people who you didn’t bother learning the names of run past you with files and or boxes in their hands. You tried to stop and ask one of them what was going on, but they would only mumble out a quick reply, saying how they were busy and unable to help you.
Realizing that you weren’t going to get any information out of anyone, you took the elevator up to the top floor where Jaehyung’s office was, and when entering the room, you were greeted by the sight of his back as he talked to someone on his phone.
“You don’t have to worry, sir.” Jaehyun paused, turning around to glance at you and you swore you could literally feel the awkward tension shared between you two as he held his finger up before continuing his conversation. “Everything should be packed and moved out out of here by the end of this week. Alright, goodbye sir.”
You raised a brow confusingly at his sentence.
“Sorry about that,” hanging up, Jaehyun placed his phone down and leaned guest his desk, facing you. “Just had to finish a last minute phone call—welcome back, by the way.”
“Thank you,” you bowed your head. “It feels good to be back home.”
“How was the trip?”
“It was—good,” answering hesitantly, knowing that any topic that had any relation to Jungkook was a touchy subject for him. And even though you were careful with your words, you could still see the way Jaehyun’s jaw clenched and eyes staring down to avoid yours.
Jaehyun simply hummed in reply. “You’re probably wondering why I asked you to come here at such a late notice?” He asks, changing the subject.
You nodded, taking a seat at one of the chairs across from him—barely a feet away from where he was standing.
“The company’s moving,” and just from hearing those three words made your eyes widen, but you chose to stay silent. “While you were gone I had a meeting with a sponser who is interested in doing a full partnership with our business. And in order for our companies to work together, our company must move to where their headquarters is at—” he suddenly pauses, hesitation clear in his voice. “—which is in California—Los Angeles precisely.”
That’s when your widen eyes nearly fell out of your skull. “C-California? As in the United States, California?”
Jaehyun nodded.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” You question, “I mean, Jung Enterprises started in South Korea. It’s one of the most successful and largest companies in the country. I’m sure not everyone is going to move across the world, so that means there’ll be lots of layoffs. People won’t be happy about that,” your voice trailed off near the end, not knowing whether or not you were crossing the line.
Back then you were able to talk freely around him, but after everything you been through with each other, you weren’t so sure now.
“Yes, I’m aware of that.” Jaehyun nodded again. “But after going over the numbers with some of the accountants, we’ve learned that our profits can nearly triple in size if we do this partnership. Moving is the best choice for my company, regardless of how many people will be unhappy because of it.”
You opened your mouth to argue, but chose to remain silent. “I understand, sir. If you think that moving the company is the best decision then I support you one hundred percent.” You then ask, “But I’m confused, why are you telling me this?”
“I want you to come with me.”
“Y-You what,” you gaped, eyes wide. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” Jaehyun asks, tilting his head as he stared at you confusingly.
“Because of Jungkook,” was on the tip of your tongue, but you found yourself only able to say “Because of Minho. He has friends here, close friends and my family is also here. He’ll have to restart with school, meet new people. Those kind of things aren’t easy for a kid. And plus, we’ll be alone over there—”
“You’ll have me,” quickly spewed out of Jaehyun’s mouth, making you freeze and stare at him with shock.
You opened your mouth, struggling to find the right words to say. “Jaehyun, I—” you suddenly paused, nibbling on your bottom lip anxiously. “What about Jungkook, then? I can’t just take Minho away from him.”
“He has money, he can visit.” Jaehyun snapped, making you slightly flinch, and when he saw you staring down at ground, trying to avoid his eyes he knew. “It’s not just because of Minho or those other problems, isn’t it? It’s because of him.”
You stayed silent.
“A-Are you two working things out?” And again, you chose to stay silent which made Jaehyun roll his eyes and scoff. “I can’t believe you’re actually forgiving him that easily. You’re so stupid—”
“Excuse me,” you stared at him with disbelief, your gaze replaced with annoyance. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know how any of this is your business. It’s my family—not yours.”
“You’re making a big mistake, {Name}.” Jaehyun’s jaw clenched. “What if later on in the future things don’t work out between you two and you both still get a divorce? You won’t have a job, and you’ll be alone—”
“Then I’ll deal with it if that time comes!” You exclaimed, eyes filled with rage and hands balled up into fists by your side. “I know you’re doing this because you don’t like Jungkook and nothing will make you happier than to have me all to yourself but—”
“Oh my god,” Jaehyun sighs frustratingly. “Jungkook is not the reason, I’m doing this for you and Minho only. Just think about it, please!” He was now shouting back as well. “He’ll have a better education there, and you’re salary will be doubled. You’ll even have a nice penthouse in our company’s new building that’ll be fully paid off. Life will be better there—”
“That’s enough, Jaehyun.” You interrupted him, standing up from your seat so that you were now eye-level with him. “I’ll just save you the trouble and give you my verbal resignation right now.”
You turned and headed towards the door but stopped when Jaehyun suddenly called for you. “Wait,” turning around, you watched as he then walked up to you and handed you a thin file. “Just think about it, alright? Everything you need to know about the transfer is in here.”
You sighed, your harden eyes softening when seeing the hopeful glint shining in his own ones.“Fine...”
Taking the file, you glanced at him one last time before stepping out of his office and leaving.
Jungkook couldn’t help but admire the sight across from him through the clear class window. Standing inside the recording booth with a microphone against his lips and headphones over his head, he watched as Minho sat and bounced on Jimin’s lap while playing on his phone.
Jungkook could tell they were taking pictures judging from the funny facial expressions they both were doing.
“Alright, I think you’re done.” Namjoon spoke up from behind the glass, turning off all the devices. “Good job.”
Jungkook nodded, removing his headphones before stepping out of the small booth. Before he could even fully close the door Minho was already running up to him and flashing Taehyung’s phone at him. “Look appa, look at the pictures me and samchon took together?”
Glancing down and squinting at the screen, Jungkook chuckled at the different pictures of his son and his hyung, some were filters that changed the appearance of their faces and some were just of them doing silly facial expressions. “Those are funny, bubs.”
“So, Jungkookie.” Jimin spoke up, gaining everyone’s attention. “What are your plans for tonight after you leave?
“Nothing, really.” Jungkook answered, shaking his head. “Probably get some Chinese food on the way home, eat, and then go to bed most likely. We’re all pretty exhausted after the flight.”
Namjoon nodded, “Well, I’m happy you two are starting to work things out.”
“You just better not fuck things up again...” Jimin mumbled underneath his breath but was still loud enough for the youngest member to hear.
Jungkook instantly covered his son’s ears with his hands and glared back at him before whispering, “I won’t, hyung. I won’t mess things up again—and no swearing in front of Minho.”
Jimin pursed his lips and held his hands up in surrender, earning a small giggle from Minho.
“Well, it’s getting late so we better get home.” Jungkook then spoke up, “I’m hungry and I know you are too, bubs—”
Suddenly, the sound of someone knocking interrupted Jungkook, making him stare at his two hyungs confusingly. “Are you two expecting anyone?” And when they both shook their heads, he glanced down at Minho and patted his head. “Stay with your samchons, okay?”
“Okay, appa.” Minho listened without any trouble, running over to sit back down on Jimin’s lap.
“I’ll go check it out,” Jungkook says before leaving the room and making his way towards the studio’s entrance. When approaching the door, he was expecting it to be one of the staff or maybe one of his hyungs. But he certainly wasn’t expecting to see the one person he never wanted to see again standing in the middle of doorway.
“Y-Yeonha,” stuttering out, Jungkook stared at the girl who stood in front of him with teary eyes and trembling hands. “What are you doing here?”
“W-We need to talk, Jungkook.”
and you thought things were going to be okay. now it seems both parties have their own issues to deal with.
what do you think is going to happen next?
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kiss me again // rory gilmore
summary: you're new to Stars Hollow and find yourself making friends with your new neighbours, the Gilmores. You certainly didn't expect to develop a crush on your new friend.
warning/s: none, just fluff tbh
author's note: i've got a handful of rory gilmore imagines written from like a year or 2 ago? wanna post them eventually so they're out of my drafts lol
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"Thank you, Mr. Danes, this means a lot." I smiled appreciatively at the older man.
"Luke," he said, offering a small, almost-forced smile. He seemed very serious, but nice nonetheless. "You can call me Luke."
"Luke." I nodded and stood up from my seat at the counter. "When would you like me to start?"
He wiped down the counter as he said, "Tomorrow after school good for you?"
I grinned eagerly, excited to start working at Luke's diner. "Tomorrow after school is perfect. I guess I'll see you then."
He merely nodded and I took that as his confirmation before leaving. Getting a job was something I'd been meaning to do since moving here last week.
My parents and I had moved to Stars Hollow and I was still getting to know the place, but Luke's seemed like a friendly enough place to work. I'd only worked once, and that was at my local coffee shop back home in Chicago, so that experience must have made Luke consider me. I preferred being self-sufficient, and my parents definitely didn't mind, so a job was what I was after. And now I had it!
Settling in here wasn't too bad. The town was definitely different to my old one – everyone was too friendly here. Not that that was an issue, but it did feel strange.
I was riding my bike through town, smiling as I saw the mayor – Taylor something or the other? – in a small debacle with some woman. She seemed amused as he threw a mini tantrum. I didn't know too many people just yet, but some people at school had told me about Taylor. He was a character, alright.
I left my bike by the gates to our new house and headed inside, calling out for my parents.
"Mum?! Dad?! You home?!"
A moment of silence, before: "In the kitchen!"
I headed to the kitchen, past the moving-in boxes full of our stuff, and saw my mum sat at the kitchen table, hunched over some papers. She smiled as she saw me walk in.
"How was Luke's, honey?" she asked as I leaned down to give her a kiss.
I smiled as I remembered the good news. "I start tomorrow! Awesome, right?"
"Aw, sweetie, that's amazing! I'm happy for you. Your dad's at work, but I'm sure he'll love to get a call from you."
I nodded. "Thanks, mum."
The next day rolled around pretty quickly. School wasn't very exciting, but I was settling in well which was a good sign, I guess. After school though, I headed straight to Luke's with a bounce in my step. First day jitters took over a little.
"Y/N, hey!" Luke greeted when I walked in.
It wasn't very busy in here, since the lunch rush had ended, so Luke was filling up the salt and pepper shakers at the counter.
"Hey, I hope I'm on time," I said nervously, offering a small smile. "I was running a little late."
He waved his hand dismissively. "You're all good. You can leave your bag in the back, Caesar will show you where, and then I'll get you started on the basics. Serving coffee."
I chuckled. "Awesome."
I rounded the counter and headed into the back (Luke had given me the tour yesterday), where Caesar showed me where to put my bag, and also gave me an apron. Was it nerdy of me to get excited over the apron? Because I was.
When I returned to the front, Luke pointed to the coffee maker.
"You like coffee, Y/N?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
I pursed my lips into a sheepish smile. "Will I get fired if I say no?"
He shrugged and handed me the pot as it finished brewing. "I'm not bothered as long as you can serve it without spilling it."
I accepted the pot and nodded confidently. "That I can do."
He nodded and got back to the salt and pepper shakers. "Okay, well, just refill anyone who asks. If anyone orders food, write it down and give it to Caesar. Deliver the food and that's really it. Pretty simple, so don't worry about screwing up or anything."
I nodded. "Gotcha."
"Can I get some coffee over here, please?" a customer called out, to which I perked up at.
"And that's my cue," I joked as I went to the customer.
Luke suppressed a smile and we both resumed with our jobs. This went on for about twenty minutes and I managed not to break, spill or drop anything. I wasn't exactly clumsy, but sometimes nerves got to me. Unsurprisingly enough, this was a pretty easy job, so it was going well so far. Then again, it had only been twenty minutes.
The bell rang signalling someone had entered, but I had my back to it as I collected some food from Caesar.
"Luke! If there isn't coffee cup waiting for me, I will most definitely melt into a puddle of stress!"
As I delivered food to this strange yet polite guy, Kirk, I caught a glimpse of the loud customer who had entered. A young woman and possibly her younger sister were seated at the counter. Luke didn't seem bothered by their cheerful, noisy presence (which he usually was with others), so I presumed they knew each other well.
"Lorelai, in case you didn't notice, the diner was pretty quiet until you walked in," Luke said knowingly, though he was filling a cup for the woman anyway.
"Yeah, mom, why can't you be more like me? Quiet yet adorable," the younger girl wearing a school uniform said with an adorable smile.
The woman – Lorelai, who I recognised as the woman laughing at Taylor yesterday in town – was smirking at her daughter (how was she a mother when she looked so young?!) as Luke rolled his eyes and gave her a cup of coffee.
"Luke?! The oven is doing something weird!" I heard Caesar shout from the back.
"Uh oh, that doesn't sound good," Lorelai said teasingly.
"Can I get a coffee over here?" a customer called from the other side of the diner.
"Luke!"
"You might wanna check that out, Luke," the younger girl said with a laugh. "And a cup of coffee would be great."
"Yeah, I know," Luke said, growing irritated with Caesar's yelling. He looked around before saying to me, "Can you brew another pot of coffee whilst I see what Caesar's shouting about?"
I smiled and nodded. "You got it, boss."
As Luke headed to the back, I went behind the counter to make some more coffee.
"Luke hired someone new?"
I turned around as I heard Lorelai mention me. She smiled brightly my way.
"Uh, hi, I'm Y/N Y/L/N," I introduced with a nervous smile. "I just started, like, twenty or so minutes ago?"
Lorelai seemed impressed as she looked at my apron. "And not a coffee stain in sight. I'm impressed."
I chuckled. "Yeah, I guess so. Though I can't guarantee the apron will make it by the end of my shift."
Lorelai laughed before saying, "I haven't seen you around town before. Are you new?"
"Yeah, my family and I moved to Stars Hollow last week."
Lorelai nodded as she took a sip of her coffee, before widening her eyes and saying, "You're beeping delivery driver people!"
I smiled with confusion and quirked an eyebrow. "Erm, sorry?"
Lorelai nudged her daughter, who was staring at me with her bright blue eyes. "Remember? Beeping delivery driver people?"
The daughter, who zoned back into reality and looked to her mum, nodded slowly. "Yeah, yeah."
"I'm really not getting this." I laughed nervously as I checked the coffee pot. Almost done.
Lorelai sat up straight and smiled. "You moved in down the street from us. Your delivery driver was beeping really loudly for some reason, hence beeping delivery driver people."
I snickered. "Ah, that makes sense now."
"I'm Lorelai Gilmore," she finally introduced with a grin. "And this oddly silent clone is my daughter, Rory."
I grabbed the pot of coffee and said, "Oh, well, nice to meet some neighbours. I'm Y/N, as you know." I stopped in front of the daughter, Rory, and said, "Did you want some coffee?"
Rory looked at me, seeming a little speechless. I felt nervous under her intense gaze, wondering if I had food on my face or something, but waited patiently.
"Rory, sweetie, anything alive in there?" Lorelai joked, shaking her daughter's arm.
Rory cleared her throat and smiled awkwardly. I could no longer meet her eyes because they were too intense and I felt like she was judging me for some reason.
"Sorry, uh, yeah, coffee. Coffee would be great," she finally spoke.
I chuckled a little and grabbed a cup from underneath the counter. After filling it up, I said, "If you guys need anything, just let me know."
I went back to filling up other people's coffees and dishing out food, all whilst paying a little attention to the Gilmore girls who were tucked into unreciprocated banter with Luke. I also stole a few glances at Rory – she was strange, quiet, but intriguing. Also, I was sure I felt her looking my way at times.
"Y/N, you free?" I heard my name and turned around to see Lorelai waving me over.
I headed over, setting the dirty plates at Caesar's, before standing behind the counter. "What's up?"
Lorelai smiled mischievously. "Rory and I were wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner. Well, you and your parents. You know, a little neighbourly welcoming into town."
Rory almost choked on her coffee before spluttering out, "We were?"
Lorelai ignored her. "So? What d'you say?"
I shrugged. "I guess so. But like, you don't have to. I don't want us to be a bother."
Lorelai waved her hand dismissively. "Pfft, nonsense. As long as you're okay with chinese takeout."
"Hmm, I'm not sure about chinese," I joked.
"I can settle for Italian, but that's my final offer," she played along.
I laughed. "Italian sounds great."
"Great! We'll see you, say... tomorrow evening? Our house is the one with the mailbox that says Gilmore."
I nodded. "Thanks. We'll see you then."
Lorelai smiled before standing up with her daughter. She left some cash on the counter, including a tip, before waving goodbye. I waved in return, even to Rory who seemed awkward and shy.
After my shift, I told my parents about Lorelai and Rory and the dinner invitation, and they seemed up to it, so that's where I found myself the next day at dinner.
"Please don't embarrass me," I begged a final time as we approached the door.
"What do you honestly think we're going to say?" my dad asked with a chuckle. "That you didn't sleep in your own bed until you were 7?"
"Or that you wore the same Mickey Mouse shirt every day for 2 weeks in third grade?" my mum added.
"Or that you arrange your bookshelf by favourite protagonist?"
"Or that–"
"Okay, I get it!" I cut my mother off before she could finish. "Geez, next time I won't say anything."
My parents both pulled me in for a side hug as I grumbled to myself. I really hoped they wouldn't embarrass me in front of these new people. It was a small town and I was sure word would spread if I did something stupid.
After what felt like forever, the front door finally opened to reveal Rory in a lovely dress and cheery smile.
"Hello! Please, come in," she said politely, stepping to the side. "I'm Rory Gilmore."
My parents walked in, earning a smile from the younger Gilmore, and I followed behind, only to meet her eyes and receive a nervous smile.
"Ah, Rory, yes," my mum said kindly. "Y/N mentioned you. I'm Y/M/N, Y/N's mum and this is my husband, Y/D/N."
"Lovely to meet you, Rory," my dad said.
Rory blushed a little before saying, "You guys can take off your coats and I'll hang them up for you. You can go straight into the kitchen and my mom should be there with the food."
"Thank you, dear," my mum said as she handed her coat over. My dad and I did the same before we all went to the kitchen.
"Hey, Lorelai," I said as I walked in. She was setting the food out on the table when she saw me.
"Y/N, hey," she said, smiling my way, before her eyes drifted to my parents. "And these must be the parents! Hello! I'm Lorelai Gilmore, mother of Rory."
Everyone got acquainted and we all took a seat in the kitchen to indulge in some good old pizza.
"I hope this is okay," Lorelai said as we all tucked in. "I'm not exactly the best cook, so I figured you can't go wrong with takeout."
"Not the best is an understatement," Rory added. "It's either pizza or death by food poisoning."
Lorelai shoved her daughter playfully as we all laughed.
"This is fine, Lorelai," my mum said with an amused smile. "Pizza is a go-to in our house too, what with Y/D/N and I working a lot and Y/N insisting we eat pizza all the time."
"Hey, pizza is beautiful and you've never complained before," I defended, earning chuckles all around.
"What is it you both do, if you don't mind me asking?" Lorelai asked, and cue the boring job discussion.
My parents were realtors which meant we moved around a little, and it was cool, after you hadn't heard it a million times over. I was more interested in Lorelai's answer. She worked at an inn just outside Stars Hollow which was interesting. Her bubbly persona was totally understandable now.
"So, Y/N, how are you settling in at school?" Lorelai asked, and it took me a moment to realise she was talking to me.
"Hm? Oh, school."
She suppressed a laugh. "Bored you already? That can't be good."
I felt my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. "No, gosh, no, sorry. I just got a little lost in my thoughts... School is good. It's just school, isn't it?"
My dad rolled his eyes. "She's modest. She's brainy this one. Already enrolled in the debate team, started up as a librarian and staying back at lunches to help her English teacher. She loves school."
"Remember that thing I said outside before we walked in?" I said to my dad with a sarcastic smile. "This is it. This is what you're doing."
Lorelai laughed. "Hold on, hold on, let me guess. You guys got the 'don't embarrass me' talk, too?"
"Nailed it," my mum answered.
I sat there smiling with embarrassment as they laughed at mine, and now Rory's, dismay.
"So, Rory, you go to Chilton? You mentioned earlier on," my dad switched the attention from me, thank god.
"Uh, yeah, just started actually," she replied with a nervous smile.
"Well I hope everything is working out for you," my mum told her. "You must be very intelligent."
Rory seemed embarrassed as she nodded in response. Her cheeks were a bright red in contrast to her blue eyes.
The parents mostly made conversation as Rory and I stayed silent and listened, chiming in every now and then.
Eventually they seemed to notice though, as Lorelai said, "Why don't you guys head into Rory's room? Rory, honey, you can show her your books or something."
"Uhh..."
"You don't need to do that," I assured her, noticing her awkwardness.
"She's fine," Lorelai said, nudging her. "Go on."
"Go on, Y/N," my dad urged, doing the same.
Rory and I, practically forced to mingle, stood up and I followed her to her room, which was connected to the kitchen. I could hear my parents and Lorelai making their way to the living-room, probably with wine, and so I knew we wouldn't be leaving for another half hour or so.
Rory closed the door behind us and motioned to the room. "This is it, really."
I looked around at her spacious room. It was very clean and seemed very organised, which made sense because that was just the vibe Rory gave off.
"It's cute," I complimented with a smile, hoping to ease the awkwardness. "Clean. Organised."
She merely smiled, her cheeks still a little red from embarrassment.
I stepped in a little more and noticed her bookshelf. "D'you mind if I take a look?"
"Feel free," she said before taking a seat on her bed.
I browsed her bookshelf and immediately noticed it wasn't organised alphabetically. Nerdy, yes, but I was curious.
"Is there a reason for the way you've ordered your books or...?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound like a loser.
She chuckled. "Oh, god, okay... I'm not crazy, honest. But yeah, they're currently organised by the publishing date."
I chuckled and looked to her oldest book, pulling it out. I didn't recognise it, but I opened it and saw it was published in 1956.
"Wow, old," I said, putting it back how I found it. I turned around and hoped I didn't offend her by laughing. "I organised mine by favourite protagonist, so you're definitely not crazy."
The first real smile I'd ever seen from the girl appeared on her lips and I'd be lying if I said it didn't weirdly make my stomach do somersaults.
"You can sit on my bed, I won't bite," she said, feeling a little more comfortable with me.
I pressed my lips into a smile and took a seat beside her. "So, care to share what the deal with the mayor is around here?"
She laughed and her eyes sparkled when she did. "Oh, boy, you're gonna need some popcorn and a recliner for this one."
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After that evening spent at the Gilmores, it made settling in a little bit easier. Of course Rory wasn't in my school, but I'd always see her at Luke's right after, since she'd stop by when the Chilton bus dropped her off. I obviously worked there, so that was kind of our way of seeing each other and developing a friendship.
Plus her and Lorelai lived on our street so we'd see them around a lot, especially in town. I got to meet a few other townspeople too, thanks to Rory, who offered to give me a tour. She even introduced me to her best friend who goes to my school, Lane.
At first, Rory seemed shy around me, but I think it was just because she didn't know me very well. Now she seemed alright which was cool because she was pretty awesome. And she gave me this funny feeling when I was with her – I didn't know what it was, but it felt nice.
"Are you alive over there? Hellooooo?"
I zoned back into reality as Rory waved her hand in front of my face to grab my attention. I immediately noticed her laughing at my dismay, that funny feeling becoming present again.
"Yeah, sorry, I'm just a little tired," I explained. "I stayed up trying to finish some science homework last night only to realise it was Friday night and I had all weekend to complete it."
Rory laughed once again, her eyes widening with amusement. "Why are you like this?"
I shook my head. "I honestly don't know."
"You know what you need?"
"Don't say it," I said, smiling at her cocky smirk.
"Coffee." She looked to the counter. "Luke! Please can we get another round?"
I sighed as Luke came round to refill our cups. "I've never met someone this obsessed with coffee, you know that?"
"It's a gift," she winked playfully, before taking a sip of her coffee and completely unaware of what her wink did to me.
My gaze flickered down to my cup, which was filled with some freshly brewed coffee.
"You know, I'm so sure you didn't like coffee," Luke commented once he filled our cups.
I nodded, ignoring the glare Rory was giving me from across the table. Instead, I looked up to Luke and said, "I'm not a fan of it. The only time you'll probably catch me drinking it is when I'm, well, with Rory and she's forcing me to."
"Hey, I'm not holding a gun to your head, am I?" she asked with disbelief.
I smiled with amusement.
"I can bring you some tea if you want," Luke suggested monotonously.
"Don't you dare," Rory threatened jokingly.
"Tea would be great," I muttered to Luke, who nodded and went to fetch me a tea.
Rory seemed fed up. "What can a girl do? Being betrayed is not how I saw our lunch beginning."
I chuckled at her adorable facial expression. "You're being dramatic."
"Can Lane take any longer to arrive? I don't wanna lose my appetite when the back-stabbing begins," she continued over exaggerating.
"Rory!" I laughed at her exaggeration. "Quit it."
She gave me a 'what can I do?' look, making me roll my eyes. Luke returned with my tea and removed my coffee, which only made Rory sigh extra loudly.
"Lane's arrival would be good right now," I agreed teasingly.
Just on time, the door to Luke's rang and in walked Lane, who joined our table in an instant.
"Sorry I'm late, you know how my mom can be," she apologised, before looking between us both. "What did I miss?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but Rory beat me to it.
"Not much," she nodded, "Y/N here was just planning to bury me alive."
"I'm not even going to bother," I gave up before sipping my tea. I glared at Rory playfully adding, "Mmm, lovely."
Lane snickered. "Gosh, you're both so childish."
"She started it," Rory retorted, pointing her finger at me, making me smack it away lightly. She continued nonetheless. "Leading me on in this fake friendship, pretending she liked coffee when she's a tea drinker!" She said it with such feigned hostility that I couldn't help but laugh.
"I thought she knew," Lane said to me. "It was literally one of the first things you said to me when we met at Luke's."
I shrugged. "Yeah, well, you're not madly obsessed with it, so it was kinda easy to tell you. Rory on the other hand..." I gave her a knowing look, to which she pursed her lips at.
"You could have told me still," she continued, shrugging indifferently. "I wouldn't have judged."
"Like you are now," Lane added with a laugh.
I suppressed a smile as I said, "When we first met, Rory, you were the epitome of awkward and shy. I thought you didn't like me. So you totally led me on with false impression. But you don't see me complaining, do you?"
"What? That doesn't sound like Rory," Lane said with a knowing look.
Rory began to blush behind her cup of coffee as I glanced her way.
"No, that was definitely Rory," I said, sure of myself. "She just sat there, at the counter, not saying a word. I half expected her to insult me with the odd stare she was giving me."
"Really?!" Lane was in disbelief before looking to Rory. "That's so unlike you!"
Rory tried to wave her hand dismissively. "It was a bad day, okay?"
"Yeah, sure," I agreed, though I was smiling teasingly at her. "It all worked out though. That dinner at your mum's was a good icebreaker. Even if you didn't want me there."
Rory avoided my eyes as she smiled with embarrassment. "I never said I didn't want you there."
I laughed. "You didn't have to. Your mannerisms said it all."
Lane looked like she'd just uncovered a rarity as Rory blushed into her cup. Meanwhile I couldn't stop the butterflies in my stomach as Rory seemed super flustered before me.
"You girls ready to order now?" Luke asked, approaching our table. And thus the conversation was over.
Eventually, over time, I was figuring out what all of these unexplainable feelings around Rory were. I just hadn't wanted to face the truth at the time, but they began to make sense when I took time to truly think about it.
There was one time specifically though, when I thought she may have felt it, too.
I was sat down cross-legged on the floor of Luke's pantry. I was unpacking some canned goods onto the lower shelves of his stockpile when I heard a knock on the door.
I turned around with confusion, since it was only supposed to be me here, but relaxed when I saw it was only Rory.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked her as she approached me. "I thought you'd be out there with the rest of the town."
She sat next to me on the floor as I continued to place the cans neatly on the shelf.
"I was, but Lane had to go and my mom's still at work and I realised you still weren't there, so I came looking for you and Luke sent me here."
"Oh, so I was your last choice of person to hang out with," I teased, pretending to be hurt. "Nice."
I looked up for a moment and saw a beautiful smile on her face as she rolled her eyes. I blamed the weird lighting in here that made me think of her in any way other than as a friend, but I knew deep down it wasn't the case.
"Why are you back here, Y/N?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "It's Friday night and you're stacking tinned cans."
I nodded as I moved to grab the next box. "True, but Luke– well, you know of Rachel, right?" Rory nodded. "Well, she's here and Luke obviously wanted to spend time with her, so I told him to hang out with her tonight and I'll finish these last few boxes off and lock up for him."
"That's sweet," Rory said, watching me.
I shrugged. "He looked happy. And you know how rare it is to see Luke happy."
Rory chuckled and looked down to her lap. "Very true."
"I'm almost done here," I said, meeting Rory's gaze. "You don't have to wait up."
Rory shrugged. "I don't mind. I can help, too, if you want."
"I don't see why not," I answered, before pushing an open box in front of her. "Just unload these and stack them on this shelf here."
She nodded and got to work, a comfortable silence between us both.
"You've been in Stars Hollow for a few months now," Rory suddenly spoke up.
"Yeah," I agreed, unsure where she was going.
"You like it here?" she asked casually.
I nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. I mean, I've got a job, made new friends, my parents are happy... it's great."
Rory nodded in response. "Yeah, that's cool... so, how's school? You like it?"
I shrugged. "Sure, it's alright. It's just school, really."
Rory nodded again, all of her attention on stacking. "Anyone there who you like? You know, like, like like?"
I almost laughed. "Excuse me?"
She chewed on her lip whilst remaining her casual attitude. "You know, has anyone caught your eye."
I couldn't help but let out a quiet chuckle. "No, Rory, not really."
She nodded and it went quiet. I presumed it normal until she spoke up again, this time looking right at me.
"But like 'not really' as in there may be someone? Or 'not really' as in nobody?"
I stopped what I was doing and noticed how conflicted she seemed. "'Not really' as in not really, Rory."
She bit her lip and nodded, looking down again.
I rested a hand on her wrist and asked, "You okay?"
She licked her lips and nodded, her eyes flickering from her wrist to me.
"You sure?" I asked again, furrowing my eyebrows. "You seem a little puzzled... it's funny, don't get me wrong, but a little worrying."
Her eyes looked up to mine and I noticed how bright they were, even in this badly-lit pantry. They lowered to my lips and I tried to convince myself I was imagining it, until suddenly I felt her lips against mine.
Rory Gilmore was kissing me.
One hand was holding my cheek as the other was pressed to my leg as she kept her balance close to me. I closed my eyes, beginning to kiss back, until she suddenly pulled away, her eyes wide like flying saucers.
"Oh my god," she muttered, moving further away from me.
"Rory–"
"I'm sorry," she apologised, quickly standing up. "I've got to, erm–"
"Rory," I said, standing up and trying to move forward, but she stepped back.
"I just realised I have some homework to do," she said, her eyes still wide with surprise. "Yeah, I guess I can't hang tonight. Sorry."
Before I could say anything, she ran out of the pantry and I was left alone realising how much I really wanted her to kiss me again.
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That evening, I left a voice message on Rory's answering machine – nothing too specific in case Lorelai heard, just that I wanted her to call me back. Of course, I received no call and the next day, I was still left pondering our kiss.
She must have liked me, right? You don't just accidentally kiss someone. So why was she avoiding me?
I didn't want to pressure her to speak, but I also deserved some answers. I didn't try ringing again – it was obvious she didn't want to call, so I gave her some space the next morning. I did some homework, nipped into town to see if Rory was around – a mere glance is all, and then rang Lane to ask if she'd seen Rory about. Of course, she hadn't, so I ended up back at my house debating whether or not to stop by her house. Eventually my thoughts ate away at me and I stopped by.
When I knocked on, it was Lorelai who answered.
"Oh, hey, Y/N," she greeted with a smile. "You wanna come in?"
I smiled politely. "Erm, that's okay. I was just wondering if Rory was in? I had something to talk to her about. This book she was interested in."
Lorelai nodded. "Well, she decided she suddenly wanted to take a trip to the book store in town."
I sighed. "Ah, that makes sense." Of course she'd be in the one place I didn't check.
"Is that all?"
"Yeah, thanks a lot," I said, nodding. "See you later."
Lorelai waved as I walked down her porch steps. "Bye, sweetie."
I grabbed my bike and cycled back into town, trying to ignore my raging heartbeat and unsettled stomach. The anticipation was only growing the closer I got to the book store.
After chaining up my bike, I headed inside and smiled at the shopkeeper before going down the first aisle of books. It was pretty quiet and I only saw like three people here. I was starting to lose hope that Rory was even here until finally, I caught sight of her in the back corner of the store, her head deep in the blurb of some book.
I took a deep breath before stepping forward and clearing my throat. "Erm, hey, Rory."
She jumped, startled at my presence, and dropped her book. "Y/N, hi!"
I apologised as I picked up the book she dropped. "I didn't mean to scare you."
Rory, who I noticed was looking everywhere but at me, waved her hand dismissively. "Scare me? Nah, you did no such thing." She made every effort to avoid touching my hand as she accepted the book I held out to her.
I nodded and chewed on my lower lip. "Oh... well, erm, you didn't return my call last night, or, well, today..."
She chewed the inside of her mouth as she busied herself with putting the book back. "Yeah, sorry, I was going to, but I forgot."
I nodded awkwardly, watching as she ran her hands over the spines of the books clumsily.
"Don't you think we should talk?" I asked, lowering my voice a little. "About what happened?"
She swallowed deeply, looking down at her shoes. "Yes, talk..."
I decided to say something, knowing she wouldn't. "Look, I don't think you're the kind of person to do something and not mean anything by it. You're too clever for that."
She stayed silent, sucking on her lower lip nervously.
"You kissed me, Rory," I finally said, making sure I wasn't too loud. "You kissed me and then ran away."
"Should I not have?" she suddenly asked, looking me in the eyes.
I blinked. "Huh?"
She didn't look away. "Should I not have ran away?"
I cleared my throat and broke the eye contact when I felt myself growing nervous again. "Erm, well, I guess, in an ideal scenario, I would have liked it if you stayed...."
"Really?"
I nodded, risking a glance at her, only to see a small smile tugging at her lips. "Really."
She nodded slowly. "I would have liked that, too."
I mirrored her small smile, feeling those butterflies in my stomach again.
There was a pause in conversation, as someone walked past us. But when we were alone again, I spoke up.
"I've never done this before," I admitted shyly. "You know, liking a girl."
Her eyebrows raised hopefully. "You like me?"
My smile widened. "I thought that was obvious when I kissed you back?"
Her cheeks reddened a little. "Right, yeah... well, I'm new to this, too."
I admired how beautiful she looked right now, eyes darting around nervously, her smile shy and hidden, and decided to just go for it.
I glanced around, noticing we were still alone, and stepped forward, closer to her, before grabbing one of her hands gently.
"Why don't we figure this out together?" I asked quietly, meeting her curious gaze. "Because all I know is that I've been wanting you to kiss me again since you did last night at Luke's."
Her eyes brightened. "You– you have?"
I could feel my cheeks heating up with embarrassment as I nodded. "Yeah."
She smiled down at me and grabbed my other hand, pulling me closer to her. After a quick glance around us, she pulled me close and kissed me like she did last night. Except this time it wasn't hesitantly, but rather confidently and passionately. She moved her lips perfectly against mine, making my brain melt into a pile of mush and my heart beat excessively at her touch.
It didn't last long because we were both still nervous someone could see us, but it lasted long enough to leave me breathless and staring at her dumbfounded.
"That was..."
She nodded, her face as flushed as mine. "Yep..."
At the sound of someone approaching, we immediately let go of each other's hands, but when I looked up to meet her eyes, I saw an honest, caring smile on her lips and I knew that we could make this work. Somehow.
#rory gilmore#Rory gilmore x reader#Rory gilmore imagine#gilmore girls#Alexis bledel#Rory gilmore x female reader
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There will be cake
Ooc: this is a day early, but i won't get to post it for Vera's actual birthday tomorrow, so you get it now! I did not reread it so theres probably errors, but yeah, happy birthday Vee.
Rushed shuffles and excited whispers floated through the peaceful room, you'd have to be dead in order not to hear the noise, and luckily for the culprits, Vera was very near to it.
"Shh, shut up. She is going to wake up and beat our asses for making this much noise this early." Peter was trying to be as quiet as he could, to say he was terrified of early morning Vera was an understatement. "She can sure fucking try." Nadia whispered back "besides, she deserves this." She had a cruel grin spreading on her face and a Christmas Cracker in her hand, whatever they had planned was sure to get them in shit.
MJ could hardly contain her laughter, a strange bug box in hand, "could you two stick to the plan? She's gonna wake up before we even get to her bed." She spoke in hushed tones, despite giggling throughout the whole thing. It was, in fact, very unlikely that Vera would wake up, her patrol last night proved very eventful and the second she got home she headed straight to bed. In any case she was a heavy enough sleeper. Still sneaking, the three reached Vera's bed, ready to disturb the sleep she had managed to get, MJ started to lean over the bed close to Vera's face, "Michelle wait!" Nadia still whisper shouting, MJ turned to look back at her, "what?" She had started raising up the box, "don't get confetti in the carpet." Nadia responded. "Okay." And with that MJ returned to leaning over the bed.
Being the one at the back, Peter started counting down while simultaneously getting ready to run if he had to, "3...2...1!" And all together, at a volume way too loud for early morning they shouted out, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!"
Vera shot upright- or at least tried to had her head not collided with an unfortunately forceful impact into MJ's head, "what the fu- Ow!" She collapsed back down on her pillow clutching her head as the pain spread through her skull, and in turn MJ toppled backwards sending the box and hundreds of tiny paper cutouts falling to the floor.
Needless to say, the whole event was a disaster. Nadia, eyes wide and mangled Christmas Cracker in hand, turned to watch the the pieces of paper flit to the ground, "the carpet Michelle! I warned you about the carpet!"
"Honestly confetti was probably a bad idea in the first place," Peter chirped in, witnessing the chaos unfold and turned to a still writhing Vera, "and just so you know. I had no part in this plan whatsoever, I swear to you."
"Hmmhmm" Vera managed to rasp out, barely recovered but still trying to sit up, "whats the fucking time anyway?" With a hand still on her head she peered at the clock beside her, [5:06 a.m] she turned to the three that had bombarded her, "oh, now you're really gonna suffer. Peter started backing away slowly, "haha, funny joke right-"
"Oh calm down, you'll be fine. Come on there's cake." Nadia was saying as she turned around and started walking out the door. Vera turned to see MJ still on the floor, crawling around trying to pick up a bunch of tiny paper cutouts. She got down on the floor with her and put a hand on her shoulder "hey, s'fine I'll clean it up later. For what its worth, it would have been one hell of a surprise if it had worked." She got up producing a tired laugh and held a hand out for MJ, who in turn grabbed Vera's hand and got up as well, "you're heads really hard." She mumbled, Vera chuckled some more "so is yours."
There was a cake, as Nadia promised, it was very clearly a homemade chocolate cake with garish green icing spelled out to say "happy birthday" on it. Sitting by the counter were Vera's aunts, she took a seat next to them, "why, the hell are you all here so early?" She started wiping the sleep from her eyes. "Well dear, we wanted you to get the most out of your day is all," her aunt Dena got up and started bringing out plates for the cake as well as a cup of coffee in front of Vera, "yeah but you could've at least given me another hour or so." Vera said blearily, "Ah yes but where's the fun in that?" Dena replied.
They ate the cake which was honestly very good despite the look of it, but the morning went on to a more reasonable time for Peter to propose board games, which Vera gladly obliged. The morning leaked into afternoon and slowly creeped to dusk. They ordered Chinese takeout, which had just become a staple diet at this point, but it was good nonetheless. Laughing and reminiscing, they ate and enjoyed the night.
The food had been cleared out and Mj got up grabbing Vera's arm, "hey, I've got something for you." She seemed giddy and started pulling Vera towards her room, "oh-okay." Vera was just going along with it, stomach still packed with the noodles she ate as she stumbled to her room. Once they were both in Mj closed the door and somehow had a gift bag in her hand, "I hid it behind your door this morning, figured you wouldn't look there. Here, open it." She shoved the bag in Vera's hands, careful to wait until she knew if was being held properly, she started rocking on her heels the energy rising through her by the second. Vera stood, mouth agape with heartfelt confusion at the bag Mj had given her, "you really didn't have to get me anything…" she reached into the bag and pulled out a small snowglobe, in it were two figures sitting on a bench, all wrapped up in winter clothes, "I got it specially made.It's the first time we met, I remember how upset you were that day cause you're broke a snowglobe your dad gave you and," Mj's voice got softer as she watched Vera just stare at her gift in silence, "Vee? Are you alright? It's okay if you don't like it-" but before she could finish Vera threw her arms around her neck and pulled her into a kiss. After a moment she pulled back, face hot with embarrassment, "sorry, sorry, I wasn't thinking, fuck sorry. N-no I love it really, it's, it's perfect." She was staring intently at the snowglobe, worried to look up. Mj put her hands on Vera's face and pressed her forehead to hers, "it's okay," she said quietly, and pressed a kiss to Vera's nose before pulling her in for a hug, "I'm glad you like it." She said it with a smile, and all her energy seemed to pour into Vera, keeping them in both comfortable silence.
After a minute they headed back to the kitchen hand in hand. The night continued on perfectly, and even with the brash awakening, Vera wouldn't have changed it for the world.
#spidersona#take some family love#as a treat#vera#vera prescott#violet-web#writing#oc#oc tag#my oc#michelle jones#spiderman#also this is vera and mj's first kiss soo...
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Let Me Teach You - Namjoon
Word Count: 2.8k
Idol: Kim Namjoon (RM) of BTS
Genre: Smut with a dash of fluff at the end, like literally a dash, you might catch it if you squint
Edited: a lil (This is another of my older writings)
Warnings: Character’s name is pronounced Ah-Deh-zay, MC is a Black female with natural hair, Daddy kink, squirting, BFF to lovers, unprotected sex (don’t do it)
Adeze cuddled further into her bed, making herself comfortable. The snow coming down outside was intense, almost blizzard-like. She had luckily stocked the kitchen not too long ago, and her company issued a building-wide alert that they would be closed for the next few days, so she was prepared for an extra-long weekend of bingeing and stuffing her face. An episode of Arrow was starting on the TV when she heard the front door. Considering she lived alone, it had to be her friend, Namjoon. Adeze and Namjoon had been friends since high school. When they were accepted to the same college, it was almost a no brainer that they both attend. They were roommates from start to finish, and after graduation, landed rather lucrative jobs. Adeze, having been a finance major, was now the CFO to a medium-sized corporation, on its way to being one of the big dogs of D.C. Namjoon on the other hand, was a head writer to The Washington Post, overlooking the rest and reporting to the editor-in-chief. Not bad for a couple of 24-year-olds.
“Leave your shoes at the door!” Adeze shouted, not moving from her spot in bed. “And bring me a lemonade from the fridge!”
“Giving me orders and you haven’t even seen me yet. What if I was a murderer?” Namjoon popped up at the doorframe with Chinese takeout and two lemonades in hand.
“All I ask is that I enjoy my lemonade before you chop my head off.” She reached for the lemonade eagerly.
“Take it easy, have you eaten a proper meal at all today?” He asked, pulling the drink out of reach.
“I had eggs this morning!”
“What have you eaten since then?”
“I may have had one or two ice cream sandwiches…and a few honey buns.”
“Exactly. Food. Eat.” He shoved a container in her waiting hands.
She groaned. “What’s in here, anyway? You might be poisoning me.”
“If I wanted to, I’d have done it years ago. It’s house special lo Mein.”
“What’s so special about it? Cyanide? Arsenic? Mercury?”
“It’s special because it was made for you. Can you act your age for once, Adeze? You need actual food.”
The dark-skinned girl rolled her eyes but obeyed nonetheless.
She opened the container, steam arising from the brown noodles. She twirled a forkful, lifting it up to her lips. She hummed happily. “You’re right, I needed real food.”
“What would you do without me? Imagine I had gone home today.” After graduation, the dynamic duo decided it was time to stop rooming together and get their own space. Their own space meant houses two blocks away. Namjoon’s house spent most time unused with him spending almost all his free time in Adeze’s.
“I know, I know. I appreciate you.” She watched as he sat next to her on bed before opening his own container.
“Is this another rerun?” He asked, eyes fixated on the screen as he bit into an egg roll.
“Yep. It’s before Oliver and Felicity got together. You know, back when they were just friends with extremely obvious feelings for each other.”
“Right. Then they finally fall in love and run off to get engaged. Must be nice.”
“Felt that. I’m gonna die a virgin.”
“What? There’s no way you’re still a virgin.” Joon turned to the curly-headed girl.
“Says who?”
“What about Chanyeol?”
Adeze shuddered. Talking about her ex is NOT how she imagined she’d be spending her evening. “I never fucked Chanyeol, thank God. Arrogant prick. He turned himself on more than I ever did. I’m surprised we even lasted six months.” The pretty boy barely ever spent time with her, and when he did, it was all about him.
“Holy shit. I just always assumed.”
“We can’t all be as experienced as you, Kim Namjoon,” Adeze said, thinking back to all the times Namjoon stumbled into their room in college with a girl on his arm late at night. It taught her to invest in quality headphones.
Namjoon smirked, rolling his eyes. “How many times do I have to apologize for College Joon? You know I’m not like that anymore.”
“The damage is done, you monster,” Adeze shouted dramatically, clutching her chest.
“Anyway, back to the conversation. I doubt you’ll die a virgin. You’ll lose it eventually.”
She scoffed. “Maybe when I’m 60. I don’t think I could trust any guy enough, anyway.”
A long silence ensued. Neither spoke, the TV the only source of sound in the room.
“I made it awkward, didn’t I?” Adeze asked.
“What? No, of course not!”
“No, I did. I put value to the whole virginity thing and I made it uncomfortable because you didn’t.”
“Dez, that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. How you view your body and virginity is YOUR choice. Plus, that’s not what I’m thinking about.”
“Well, what ARE you thinking about?”
Namjoon sighed. “You said you want to trust the guy you lose your virginity to, right?”
Adeze nodded.
“What if that guy…was me?”
Adeze nearly snapped her neck turning to face the silver-haired boy, who was calmly eating his noodles as if he didn’t just offer his best friend sex.
“Boy, stop playing with me.” Adeze shook her head, turning to face the TV again.
“No one’s playing with you. Losing something that matters to you, to someone that matters to you. How is that a bad idea?”
“Joon, we’ve been friends for years. Best friends, at that. I don’t want sex or anything else to come between us.”
He rolled his eyes. “Dez, if my hoeish ways weren’t enough to keep you away, nothing will be. I know everything about you, and you about me.”
The girl pouted slightly. He had a point. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” She nodded in agreement.
“Great. Come here.” He said, tugging at her arm.
“Right now?!”
“When did you think it was gonna happen?”
“I don’t know, I thought this was like a conversation. A preliminary hearing before trial!”
“Ever heard of a speedy trial?” He asked, yanking the girl towards him. Adeze shouted in surprise, landing in his lap.
Adeze began to hyperventilate, never having been this close to her best friend.
“Hey,” Joon rubbed her back, sensing her uneasiness. “It’s okay, the further we go, the more comfortable you’ll get.” He leaned in to kiss her. Adeze felt frozen, unknowing of what to do. When he didn’t feel her kiss back, he pulled away, frowning.
“Why won’t you kiss me back?”
“I can’t. Chanyeol barely ever kissed me.”
“Oh my God. You don’t know how to kiss.”
Adeze immediately pushed away, embarrassed. “Get off.”
Namjoon tightened his grip on her waist. “Hey, hold on a second. I’m not trying to make fun of you. I’m just realizing how shitty of a boyfriend Chanyeol really is. I don’t care you don’t know how to kiss. In fact,” He leaned in again, “Let me teach you.”
Adeze inhaled sharply when their lips met, kissing back this time timidly. Namjoon’s hands roamed cautiously, grabbing her by the thighs and pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. His tongue danced along her bottom lip, which she hesitantly allowed to slip in. His gentle suckling on Adeze’s tongue caused a strangled moan to escape her throat, earning a smirk from Namjoon.
“It’s okay baby, let me hear you. Tell me how good it feels.” His attention moved from her lips to her neck, kissing and sucking until he reached that spot that caused her breath to hitch.
“Fuck, Joon. Right there.” She mewled, to which Namjoon hummed in satisfaction. He tugged at her tank top. “Take this off.” He said eagerly, knowing there was nothing underneath. Adeze lifted her arms almost immediately, previous hesitations and cautions suddenly out the window. The insignificant garment was yanked over her head and across the room. Namjoon’s lips continued their sinful assault, lowering to Adeze’s chest. They latched onto her left nipple while his fingers twisted and pulled on the right. Adeze’s heavy breathing a result of Joon’s tongue swirling around the chocolate-colored nub, with the occasional biting to add to the sensation.
“You ready for something else?” He said, stopping abruptly with a smirk.
“Something like what?” Adeze asked, lust evident in her voice, which shocked her. She’d never heard herself this way.
“Lie down.” Joon said, getting up.
“What are you doing?” She asked, her head hitting the pillow.
“You’ll see.” He said, grabbing the unused pillow from the headboard. He made a hand motion signaling for her to lift up her bottom half, to which she obliged. In a swift movement, he set the pillow beneath her butt and yanked her sweats down to her ankles, and off her body completely.
It finally clicked for Adeze what was happening, and she tensed up immediately, closing her legs.
Namjoon looked up at her. “What’s wrong, Dez? Talk to me, baby.” He said, planting kisses up and down her thighs.
“What’s wrong?” She laughed nervously. “I’ve never had anyone see me down there, and now you’re trying to shove your face in it.”
“It’ll feel good, though. Aren’t you tired of hearing your friends’ stories? Don’t you want to know what it’s like?” He rubbed her thighs, a mischievous look on his face. Adeze nodded, biting her lip. “I’m dying to taste you. Let me taste you, baby. Yeah?” She nodded, spreading her legs slightly. Joon smiled, kissing her inner thighs, biting them ever so lightly.
“You’re so wet for me, baby. I’ve barely even touched you. You like how Daddy’s treating you?” He asked. Dez nodded. “Tell Daddy what you want him to do.”
Adeze whined in protest. He was taking too long for her. “I can’t hear you, baby. Don’t you want this? Tell me what you need from Daddy.”
“I need Daddy to shut up and eat my pussy till I cry.”
Joon shook his head, pulling the drenched panties off her body. “Bratty as ever. I’ll have to tame that smart mouth of yours. That’ll have to be next time, though.” He lied down on his stomach, marveling at the beauty in front of him.
“Such a pretty pussy, all for me.” He said, the warmth of his breath tickling Adeze, causing her to squirm.
“Please, Daddy. I need you so bad.” She whimpered.
“Of course, baby. Especially when you asked so nicely.” He said, before sticking out his tongue, giving her pussy a long, languorous lick. Reaching her clit, he paused, giving it a hard suck.
Gripping the sheets, Adeze gasped, her legs trembling from the sudden rush of pleasure. Joon continued his assault on her clit, his teeth grazing the nub with each suck. Dez bucked her hips, causing Joon to drape his arm over her waist, pinning her to the bed. It didn’t stop the girl from squirming, though.
“Stop fucking moving.” He growled. “You said you wanted me to eat your pussy till you cry, so that’s what I’m doing.” He said, licking up and down her folds frantically. Dez arched her back, her forehead just barely missing the headboard.
“Fuck, Joonie, you gonna make me cum.” She shouted, her acrylic nails digging into his arm. Her words clearly a motivation to increase his vigor, Joon attached his lips to her clit in a tight lock, sucking as hard as he could. Dez’s eyes bolted shut as her orgasm washed over her, her legs wrapping around Joon’s neck tightly. He pushed her legs apart forcibly, kneeling on the bed. He pulled her body up along with him until only her head and shoulders remained on the bed. He spread her legs as far as they would go before shoving his tongue down her cunt.
“Ohh, shit. Shit. Shit.” Dez whined as her body trembled with oversensitivity from her first orgasm.
“Mmm, you taste so good, baby. Better than I could ever imagine.” Joon said, the vibrations of his voice sending jolts of electricity through her body.
“Shit, Joonie, I’m close again. I’m gonna cum. Fuck, it feels like I have to-.” She was interrupted by her orgasm taking over once again, but this time, spurts of clear liquid came gushing out of her, splashing everywhere.
“Damn, my baby’s a squirter. Look the mess you made.” He said, referring to his shirt, the comforter, and his chin, which was dripping with her arousal. Dez sat up, giving Joon a lustful kiss, tasting herself on his tongue.
“Fuck me already, Daddy.”
“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy plans on doing just that.” He flung his shirt off before fumbling with his belt. “Condom?” He asked, reaching for his wallet.
Dez shook her head. “On the pill. For my cramps, remember?”
He nodded. “Figured I’d ask anyway. Feels better raw, anyway.”
“I’ll never find out with you running your mouth as always.” She rolled her eyes.
“I’ll shut you up in a second.” He said, ridding himself of his boxers. Dez stared wide eyed at the pulsing member. It was large, with veins running along the shaft. The head was a light pink color, with precum leaking out the slit.
“Cock leave you speechless?” Joon raised an eyebrow, smirking. He positioned himself at her entrance before she could spit out another smart remark. He pushed the tip in slowly. Dez tensed up slightly, the discomfort of something foreign settling in.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
She nodded. “Keep going.” He nodded in response, pushing further. He fought against the urge to ram into her. “Still good?”
“Give me a minute.” She said, taking a deep breath. “Okay, go ahead.” He rocked his hips back and forth, at a steady pace, sliding out a little before filling her again
“Faster, Joonie. Fuck me harder.” She said desperately, his discomfort twisting into blissful pleasure. He nodded, sliding out fully before ramming into her with much more force. His hips meeting her with every thrust, causing Dez’s toes to curl.
“I’ve waited so long to have you like this. You’re always so calm and collected, so in control. I’ve always wanted to see you lose control.” He said, lifting a leg onto his shoulder, plowing into her even deeper.
“I’m gonna cum again. Fuck, you feel so good, Joonie.” She said, digging her nails into his arms.
“Cum on my cock, baby. Show me how good I’m making you feel.”
Adeze screamed out, eyes rolling to the back of her head. Suddenly, Namjoon flipped her over, pulling her ass up in the air.
“Joon, I don’t think I can handle another one.”
“Yes you can, baby. I know you can. One more, that’s it.” He said, ramming into her without warning. They both groaned at the contact, Joon’s thrusts nothing short of animalistic. The sound of skin meeting skin drowned out the sounds of the TV, where another episode had long started.
“Shit, Joon.” She breathed out, barely a whisper.
“Right there?” He asked, his thrusts hitting that sweet spot deep inside her.
She nodded frantically. “Yes, right fucking there. Fuck, what are you doing to me?”
“You’re getting close, I can feel it. I can feel you clenching my cock in your tight, wet cunt. You keep clenching around me like that, I’m gonna cum.” Joon said, his thrusts turning sloppy.
“Mmm, cum inside me.” She mewled.
“Yeah? Wanna be my little cum slut? Tell me.”
“I wanna be your little cum slut. Fill me up, Daddy.”
Joon wanted so badly to release, but he was stubborn. He wanted to see you unwind just one more time.
Adeze gasped as her fourth and final orgasm hit her like a truck. She shook uncontrollably as fluids spew out of her once again. The clenching from her orgasm triggered Joon’s. Ropes of white, hot cum shooting deep inside her, mixing with her arousal and oozing back out. He fell back on the bed, painfully exhausted. He smacked her on the ass playfully.
“You. Go pee. ASAP.”
She rolled her eyes. “Still bossing me around?” She asked, getting up and heading to the in-room bathroom. She used it, washing her hands before walking back into the room. She laid back in bed, where Joon laid with his eyes closed.
“Tired?” She asked teasingly.
“You have no idea.” He laughed.
“You kept saying ‘next time’ and that you’ve been ‘waiting for this’.”
He sighed, opening his eyes. “You’re that clueless, huh?”
“What do you mean?”
“I have feelings for you, Adeze. Always have. All those girls in college? I was trying not to think of you. When you dated Chanyeol, I was seething with anger. I was jealous to no end. And now that I’ve got a taste, my desire is insatiable. So yeah, there’s your answer.”
Adeze smiled. “I’ve always liked you too. I still do.”
“Do you wanna go out? With me? Not as friends?”
She nodded. “Of course I will, Oliver Queen.” She said, referring to the show still playing on the TV.
He laughed again. “Thank you, Felicity Smoak.” He kissed her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close.
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Mommy (Jinkx/Dela) - MommyJinkx
A/N: The long awaited Jinkx/Dela mommy kink fic with added feeding. This changed so many times whilst I was writing it ahaha.
Dela stood in front of the mirror, carefully removing her heavy jewellery; as much as she loved drag, she’d give anything to avoid this part of it. De-dragging was a tricky, long process. Especially when she could feel Jinkx’s eyes on her, even from where they were sat on the couch behind her.
“You look stunning tonight,” Jinkx said after a while.
“Thank you,” Dela replied, feeling her heart swell with pride.
They didn’t speak for a moment, as Dela untied her corset, wincing at the angry red marks it left on her skin. She sucked her stomach in as she noticed the other queen was watching again. Jinkx smiled sadly this time, “Baby, you know there’s nothing wrong with your weight. You’re beautiful.”
“I’m sorry,” Dela said quietly, “I don’t mean to, it’s just-“
She broke off, shy. Jinkx’s eyes were kind and understanding as they stood and moved behind her, resting their head on Dela’s shoulder, hands crossed over her waist.
“I love you princess.”
Jinkx hugged her tightly, fingertips rubbing gentle circles on her stomach. Dela murmured happily at the pet name, eyelids fluttering shut at the touch. They stood together, cuddled up for a minute before Jinkx stepped away, “Come on baby, let’s get you finished up here.”
Dela nodded, letting Jinkx pull her over to the dressing room’s desk to sit her at the chair and start on removing her makeup. They peeled away her eyelashes, setting them in the case, before getting started with a makeup wipe, kissing at every bit of her skin they could.
“Mommy loves you darling.”
Dela looked up quickly, smiling widely, “I love you too mommy.”
Jinkx kissed her lips chastely, stroking back her hair.
“Let’s get you home then.”
Dela watched as Jinkx packed up everything, allowing them to guide her outside, to the street. Jinkx’s hand was gentle but firm on the small of her back, commanding but loving. They walked her to the Uber and helped her in.
“Do you wanna get takeout tonight?” Jinkx asked gently once they were seated.
“Yeah,” Dela murmured, “That’d be nice.”
She was distracted, however, by Jinkx’s hand, which was resting on her upper thigh, one finger drawing gentle patterns and swirls over her sweats. It was skirting awfully close to her crotch. She looked up at Jinkx, who smiled encouragingly and moved even closer, teasing wickedly. But after a moment, it was over, Jinkx was paying the cab driver and helping her out into the street. It was only when they stood out on the street together that Dela realised just how hard she was. She hoped Jinkx hadn’t noticed, whilst they were together, Dela had always been embarrassed about just how much power Jinkx had over her in that way. They could bring her to her knees in seconds if they wanted.
They stumbled up into her flat, collapsing onto the couch as they got in.
“I’ll order food,” Jinkx said, pulling out their phone, “Is Chinese okay baby?”
“Yeah, thank you mommy.”
Dela zoned out, eyes falling closed again as Jinkx spoke on the phone. Jinkx pulled her up into their arms,
“It’s going to be an hour princess, they’re busy tonight, so how about mommy gives you a bath?”
“Yes please,” Dela murmured, bouncing slowly on their knee, trying to get some pressure where she wanted it most.
“Ah- none of that now darling,” Jinkx chastised, “We’ll have plenty of time for taking care of that later.”
Dela whined in disappointment, but obeyed nonetheless, instead snuggling up in their arms again.
“Let’s get this bath running then.”
Jinkx pulled her up to her feet and guided her to the bathroom, sitting her on the free space on the counter. They started running the tap, watching as the water filled the bathtub before kneeling in front of Dela. They peeled her socks away and then moved up to her sweats, discarding them into a pile on the floor.
“I’m gonna go get some clean pyjamas, keep an eye on the tub sweetheart.”
“Yes mommy.”
Jinkx ruffled her hair gently, before leaving her alone. Within minutes, they were back with Dela’s pyjamas and their own. They dipped their hand into the water, flinching slightly at the high temperature before they got used to it. Jinkx smiled and continued undressing Dela, placing little kisses over her stomach and hips before sliding down her underwear and giggling as Dela’s cock sprang up.
“Not now darling,” Jinkx teased, “Bath first.”
“But mommy, if I’m getting clean-“
“No buts baby,” Jinkx said firmly, “Before you sleep, we’ll sort that out. Be patient.”
“Yes mommy, I’m sorry.”
Jinkx stepped into the tub, sinking down into its warmth before gesturing for Dela to join them. She stepped in, relaxing down into their arms, closing her eyes at the blissful feeling of the hot water.
“Let’s get you washed, then we can relax.”
Jinkx reached over for the washcloth on the rack and dipped it into the soapy water. Pushing Dela forward slightly to expose her back, they cleaned her arms, back and torso, lavishing her with kisses when they finished, then moved on to her thighs. Dela rested her head on Jinkx’s shoulder, closing her eyes again and breathing deeply. She felt herself drifting off to sleep as Jinkx stroked back her hair with a dry hand, completely content to lay there with them taking care of her.
“I love you,” Jinkx murmured, looking down at her adoringly.
Jinkx felt their heart swell as Dela smiled, feeling the urge to protect her grow stronger with every second they held her close.
“Do you want me to wash your hair or do you want to wait until the morning?” Jinkx asked after a few minutes.
“Can we wait until morning, mommy?” Dela replied, yawning widely.
“Of course sweetheart, let’s just relax for a bit then we should dry off and wait for food.”
Dela smiled, aware that Jinkx was stroking her thigh again and that they were quietly humming something as she slipped off to sleep.
***
She dreamed of how this started, when Jinkx had cautiously shown her how nice it was to be taken care of.
The past month had been tough on Ben, but easier on Dela, she found herself using Dela’s voice more and more; even when she talked to Jinkx. They hadn’t minded, saying they’d rather she was happy than conventional. She had been sat at the vanity unit in their apartment, cleaning her makeup brushes when Jinkx came in. Dela had leaned up for a quick kiss, but Jinkx put a finger to her lips and gestured towards the brushes, “Let me do that for you.”
For a moment, she was confused, then shocked, then indignant, “I’m capable of cleaning, Jinkx.”
“I know, I just want you to relax for a bit,” Jinkx said, “Just let mommy take care of everything.”
She sat still for a good few seconds, Jinkx was clearly worried too but their expression did not betray them. Dela put down the brush, standing up and meeting their eyes.
“I have been stressed,” Dela murmured, “But I don’t mind doing the brushes?”
They looked at Dela calmly, putting a firm hand over her own and guiding her to stand behind them as they sat down. She stayed silent, confusion replaced with shock, “Jinkx? Are you playing with me? Is this method acting?”
“No baby,” Jinkx smiled, “I know you’ve been stressed recently and doesn’t it feel good not to have responsibilities?”
“Yeah,” she admitted quietly.
“Go lie down and we can talk, I just wanted to gauge your reaction sweetie, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”
“No!” Dela said quickly, “I’m comfortable, but it was a bit of a shock. Don’t worry!”
Dela laid down on the bed, “I guess it’s a kink then too?”
“Huh?”
“Mommy kink? You like taking care of me?”
“Yes,” Jinkx smiled, “I like it.”
“Then can we try some more then?” Dela giggled nervously, “I like it a little but I need to see more. I mean…especially if I get out of boring chores.”
Jinkx chuckled, “You’re cute, you know that?”
They put the last brush down, joining her on the bed. Dela snuggled up into their arms.
“So, how’s it work then? I call you mommy? You spank me when I’m bad?”
Jinkx rolled her eyes, “It’s not all about punishment, Dela.”
“Taking care of me then?”
“Yeah,” Jinkx said, “You being looked after and cared for. I mean… I thought maybe we could start with some little things; only when we both want to play, like pet names or maybe me helping with things so you don’t have to do so much?”
“It does sound good,” Dela smiled, “Mommy.”
Jinkx leaned in for a kiss.
**
“Wake up sweetie, I’ve gotta get you dry.”
Dela was suddenly aware of the cold air hitting her body, making her flinch and curl up. She didn’t want to open her eyes, lest she lose that sweet moment playing out in her head.
“Baby, come on, please.”
Jinkx’s words were soft, by her ear.
“Please, I don’t wanna get us all cold.”
She mumbled and opened her eyes, finding Jinkx looking down at her and the bath draining.
“Sorry I had to wake you, it looked like you were in a very happy place.”
“I’m happy here, with you,” Dela said, allowing Jinkx to gently push her up to stand up.
Jinkx got out of the tub, quickly wrapping a large towel around themself and then laying Dela back down in the decreasing levels of hot water before she could get cold.
“Just let mommy get dry,” Jinkx said, casting a quick glance back at her as they applied body oil.
Smiling as Jinkx dressed in front of them, Dela yawned and stretched out. She giggled happily as Jinkx caught her gaze and posed jokingly, “Like what you see baby?”
“I like it a lot.”
“Come on- let’s get you all dry and warm,” Jinkx took her hand as she stood and wrapped the other towel around her, drawing her close.
Jinkx dried her quickly but lovingly, lingering on Dela’s soft thighs and stomach, giving her a gentle squeeze. They cuddled for a moment, neither wanting to let go, before Dela shivered; they broke the hug and led her into the bedroom, clothes in the other hand. Pushing her down onto the bed, Jinkx helped her into a baby blue t-shirt and shorts, lifting up each leg in turn and kissing her ankles up to her thighs. Dela shivered as Jinkx’s mouth pressed against her sensitive thighs, making Jinkx chuckle lightly. Her eyes were flickering shut again as Jinkx petted her body and the warmth of the clean cotton sheets hugged her from behind.
Jinkx tutted teasingly, “Food, then sleep.”
“I love you,” Dela murmured.
“I love you too.”
“Are you going to help me eat later?”
“Of course darling, mommy wouldn’t leave you alone.”
“Thank you mommy.”
“And maybe you’d like mommy to help with this little thing later?” Jinkx’s hand ran across Dela’s crotch again.
Dela groaned, how long would Jinkx keep her on edge today?
“Yes, please.”
“But then you’d want mommy inside you too, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes mommy.”
“We’ll see then baby… mommy might just use their mouth, is that okay?”
“Yes! I love your mouth.”
Dela snuggled closer, pulling Jinkx down over her to cover her body with the delicious warmth radiating off of Jinkx. They couldn’t believe how much they loved Dela as they watched her sigh contentedly and move, seemingly wanting nothing more than to be closer and closer. How had they lucked out so much as to find such a beautiful partner?
By the time the food arrived, Dela had fallen back to sleep, despite fighting to keep her eyes open, on Jinkx’s chest. Jinkx had been very careful not to wake her as they tried to get up to answer the door but at the sound of voices, she had woken and sat up in bed. For a moment she felt cheated that Jinkx wasn’t there to wake her, then realised how nice it was to wake up to food.
Jinkx came to tell her food was there, helping her to the couch, where the food was ready on the table. Dela walked a pace ahead of Jinkx, swaying her hips. At this, Jinkx’s hand trailed its way down to her ass and squeezed playfully.
“You know darling, I might just have to reconsider my earlier thoughts on what we’re gonna do before bed.”
Dela giggled as Jinkx sat down, pulling her over to sit on their knee. Before she knew it, the first spoonful of rice was at her lips and Jinkx was very carefully holding a container and keeping her balanced at the same time. Noticing this, Dela shuffled back so the couch supported her back too, making Jinkx nod appreciatively.
“What do you wanna do tomorrow?” Jinkx asked as Dela swallowed another mouthful.
“I don’t know,” she said, “I wanna stay home though.”
“Okay,” Jinkx pressed a little kiss to her neck, “Maybe we can watch cartoons all day and cuddle.”
She was breathing heavily again when Jinkx lifted the last spoon to her mouth, she shook her head. Jinkx raised a stern brow.
“One more darling,” Jinkx said firmly, “Be a good girl for mommy.”
“But-“
“One more baby. I want to know you’re well-fed.”
She groaned, but at the look on Jinkx’s face, Dela complied, letting Jinkx feed her the last spoon full.
“There we go,” they cooed, kissing her forehead as a reward.
“Thank you mommy.”
“No problem baby.”
They stayed cuddled up on the couch for a few minutes, Jinkx’s arms wrapped around Dela’s soft stomach under her shirt, one hand rubbing and squeezing.
“Please can we…. you know?”
“Okay darling, I think you’ve waited long enough,” Jinkx smiled, “Let’s get you tucked up in bed and mommy will take good care of you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, princess.”
#jinkx monsoon#bendelacreme#comfort#mommy kink#feeding kink#sun bathing#mommyjinkx#rpdr fanfiction#submission#jela#canon compliant
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